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Mafia! BTS - You’re Insecure about Your Weight

Warnings: trigger warning for ED!!, smut, a bit of NSFW, profanity

A/N: This request was submitted a while ago in response to Stray Kids! Mafia - They Want You to Sit on Their Lap but You’re Insecure about Your Weight so I hope you like this fic! I'm sorry it took me so long <3

P.S. I didn't proofread so I'm sorry if there are any typos.

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Jin

You were getting ready in the bathroom; it was work day so both you and Jin were awake early in the morning. You hurried into the kitchen where Jin was sitting at the table, reading the news on his laptop with a cup of coffee.

"Any more coffee left, Jin?" you asked absent-mindedly as you reached for the pot.

"Of course, love," said Jin equally distracted, however, he was not distracted by the news or because it was so early you both just wanted to roll back into bed. Jin's eyes glazed across your body; your bare feet and pyjama shorts and a shirt you had claimed from your boyfriend months ago that seemed to perpetually smell like him no matter how many times you had washed it.

When you turned around with a cup of hot coffee in your hands, ready to nearly jog back to the bathroom to finish your make up, Jin took the cup carefully from your hands and set in on the table.

"Jin, what are you doing?" you asked slowly.

"Admiring," he spoke with a voice so deep and husky it made goosebumps rise on your arms and legs.

Jin moved his arm around your waist and pushed his chair back so that you could sit on his lap.

"Jin..." you protested, "I'm going to be late." It was only half a lie. In truth, you were insecure about your weight. You could always feel the stares on your body when you appeared with Jin in public; comparing you to him.

Jin didn't say anything but pulled you on his lap. You closed your eyes as he kissed your lips, your hand caressing his freshly shaven cheek.

"Jin..." you protested again when he moved from your lips to your jaw and your neck, leaving soft kisses on his way. "Jin... Aren't I too heavy?" you mumbled, finding yourself hoovering above his lap. Jin let out a breath of laughter and continued kissing your neck, his arms only tightening around your waist.

"Jin," you begged once again and this time the tone of your voice stroke a chord with Jin.

"You can't be serious, princess?" asked Jin, finally lifting his head to look you in the eye. You couldn't say anything.

"Sit down, princess," said Jin when he realized you have been hoovering over his lap. The look in his eyes was nothing short of demand and you could not help but do exactly as he asked.

"Where is this coming from, Y/N?" questioned Jin as you avoided his gaze. "Y/N?"

"I just... I see the way people look at us when we're together, Jin," you began. "I'm not good enough for y-"

"Don't you dare finish that sentence, Y/N," warned Jin. His grip on your waist tightened as he stood up and sat you on top of the table, him standing between your legs, your foreheads nearly touching.

"The only thing they are thinking, princess, is that you could do better than a gangster," said Jin lowly, his hands sliding up your bare thighs. "That they wish they had you instead," continued Jin and took your hips, pulling them closer to him as his lips found yours.

"You will be late today, after all, princess."

Namjoon

You woke up to a cold spring morning but it was the weekend, thankfully, so you could sleep in. You curled up in your comforter but it did nothing to warm you. Instead, you scooted closer to your boyfriend who was or at least seemed sound asleep. You wrapped your hands around his arm and snuggled closer.

"What is it, baby?" whispered Namjoon in his sleep.

"I'm cold," you mumbled against his arm.

"Come 'ere, baby," whispered Namjoon, his entire chest vibrating with his rough morning voice. He lifted his arm to let you in, his body absolutely radiating heat. You could not help but moan when Namjoon wrapped his arms around you and warmth engulfed your body. He had yet a better idea, however, and pulled you on top of his body so that his chest was your pillow.

"Wait... Joon," you mumbled. "I'm going to crush you."

Namjoon smiled to himself and tangled his fingers in your soft hair. But as you began shifting to get off him, Namjoon's eyes fluttered open.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked with a voice much more awake.

"Who is going to keep me warm tomorrow if I smother you with my weight today?" you said, neither entirely serious but not joking either. You have been feeling insecure about your weight for a while now, especially when you compared yourself to Namjoon who was a living demi-god.

"What are you talking about, Y/N?" asked Namjoon when you managed to slip from his chest and back onto his side. You were going to get up and avoid confessing your insecurities to him, but Namjoon's arm wrapped tightly around your waist.

"You're not going anywhere, Y/N, until you talk to me," demanded Namjoon, his eyebrows furrowing together.

"It's nothing, Joon, I was just joking," you tried to brush it off but he wasn't buying it. His grip on your waist only toughened. You leaned back in your pillow, defeated by the stubbornness in your boyfriend's eyes. Namjoon leaned against his elbow as he studied your expression.

"Come on, talk to me, baby," he spoke softly this time and tucked a thin strand of your hair behind your ear. The gentle tone of his voice only made you feel worse. Tears prickled in your eyes despite your best efforts; suddenly you felt weak and whiny although your insecurities had been weighing down on you for weeks.

A tear slipped from each of your eyes. "I'm sorry," you whispered and covered your face with your hand.

"Y/N..." said Namjoon in a tone so quiet and gentle you thought your heart was going to break. "What's going on?"

"Nothing," you whispered although more tears welled up in your eyes, "I'm just being stupid. I'm sorry..." Your chin quivered before you turned around and buried your face in your pillow.

"Y/N," said Namjoon as he kissed your neck lovingly, "Don't talk about yourself that way," his voice firmed. "Don't you dare put yourself down, do you understand?" Namjoon drew circles with his thumb against your abdomen, pressing more loving kisses on your arm and neck.

"Look at me, Y/N," he insisted. It took all you had in you to face him. Namjoon brushed away some of your tears and kissed your lips. "You're perfect," he assured before kissing you deeply. "If you say something like this again, we're going to have a problem."

You couldn't help but laugh through your tears as you nodded, brushing away your tears.

"Okay?" said Namjoon, a smile spreading across his lips. "That's my girl," he whispered against your lips before deepening the kiss.

Yoongi

"You shouldn't work that hard," you said to your boyfriend when you brought him a cup of extra-espresso-shot iced americano. You went to your usual weekly grocery shopping trip, this time without Yoongi because he was buried in work, and stopped by a coffee shop on the way back.

"Oh, you're an angel, baby," sighed Yoongi and gratefully took the iced americano from your hands. He took a sip immediately, leaning back in his office chair. His pitch black eyes lingered on you, wishing he could take a nap with you instead of dealing with countless companies' bureaucracy.

"Come here, baby," said Yoongi instead as he put away his coffee and opened his arms for you.

"Are you sure?" you licked your lips nervously. Yoongi frowned.

"What are you talking about?" asked Yoongi.

"No, n-nothing," you shrugged it off even though you had spent the better part of grocery shopping reading calorie labels on the back of the packagins. You have been feeling the pressure of losing weight for a couple of months now although you always struggled with body image when it came to your weight. The pressure, however, was not generated by Yoongi in any way; perhaps on a subconscious level where you considered how you look like in comparison to him; how people looked at you together...

You sat on Yoongi's lap gently, careful not to apply too much weight on him. You leaned in to kiss him but Yoongi pulled away, an icy cold stare in his dark eyes.

"What are you doing, Y/N?" he spoke slowly.

"What?" you asked innocently although you knew that he knew what you were doing.

"Sit down," ordered Yoongi.

"I am," you lied as you licked your lips. Yoongi tilted his head, a look so determined in his eyes he did not even blink.

"Sit down," repeated Yoongi so sternly that for a moment you were actually scared.

You slowly eased your weight and sat down properly but your eyes watered at the same time. You tried to look away but it was too late. Yoongi took your cheek and made you look at him. His lips parted when he saw how much this really affected you. His thumb caressed away a single tear that escaped your eyes.

"Tell me what's going on, kitten," asked Yoongi gently, his voice nearly a whisper. You stared at him, your gaze flickering between his eyes. You bit your lip to keep more tears from falling but it did not help. Yoongi pulled you closer and wrapped his arms around you as you buried your face in his neck, suddenly crying your heart out. You told Yoongi about how you have been struggling lately; how you have always been struggling with your self-image really. He listened patiently although he could not believe you would think of yourself as anything less than perfect in every way. To him you were the most beautiful woman in the world; smart, gentle and kind.

"Why didn't you tell me before, kitten?" asked Yoongi after you had calmed down a bit.

"I just... I didn't want to upset you, Yoongi," you shook your head and brushed away the tear stains from your cheeks.

"I am upset," confirmed Yoongi, his hold around your waist tightening slightly as you looked up into his eyes. "I'm upset that you didn't trust me enough to tell me sooner-"

"Yoongi, no! It's not that I don't trust you! I trust you with my life!" you cried. "It's just... This is such a stupid problem, it does not even matter-"

"Of course it matters!" said Yoongi angrily. "The fact that you feel anything less than perfect in any way is something I will never understand and the fact that I don't know how to make you see yourself the way I see you, is driving me insane." Suddenly you realized that Yoongi's anger was not at all targeted at you but at himself; how he wasn't able to make you feel good enough.

Yoongi stood up with you in his arms and sat you down on his desk. His forehead rested against yours, his hands propped against the desk on each side of your legs.

"Can't you see I would die for you, Y/N?"

Hoseok

"What if we just stay in tonight, Hobi?" you asked your boyfriend, leaning against the doorframe of the bedroom, in the midst of picking your outfit for the benefit tonight.

"Why? I thought you were looking forward to it," said Hoseok as he fixed his bowtie in front of the bathroom mirror. "Are you feeling alright, baby?" He came to you and cupped your cheeks, looking absolutely stunning in his tuxedo.

"I'm okay," you nodded, "I'm just not feeling like going out tonight..." You were not exactly lying, however the reason why you did not feel like going out was something you had been trying to hide from Hoseok for weeks now. You could notice perfectly well yourself that you had put on some weight without even weighing yourself. The clothes fit you tighter than usual which already made you more self-conscious.

Hoseok glanced at the bedroom behind you. The bed was littered with dresses and outfits you thought did not look good on you. The strange thing was that you always knew what to wear; fashion was something you actually really enjoyed and Hoseok knew this because he loved to take you shopping. Clothes and fashion was a passion you both shared.

"What's really going on, Y/N?" asked your boyfriend soberly.

"What do you mean?" you asked genuinely before glancing over your shoulder and realizing what a mess you've made.

"Since when do you not know what to wear?" asked Hoseok, moving past you into the bedroom to take a look at the display of dresses on the bed.

"I just... Wasn't feeling inspired tonight," you only half-lied. You knew what you wanted to wear but the dress you picked out in your head suddenly did not seem to look good on you anymore; at least from your point of view.

"Yeah, but why?" insisted Hoseok, returning his gaze to you. Your crossed your arms over your abdomen subconsciously, not even realizing what you did until you saw Hoseok's gaze follow your gesture.

"Y/N?" he asked one more time and came up to you.

"It's nothing," you spoke quietly. Hoseok narrowed his eyes at you.

"It's fine, really, Hoseok," you said more confidently, "It's just... I've gained a bit of weight lately... I'm sure you've noticed... and I just..." your voice trailed off. "But I'm going to be fine; I'll work out more, I'll watch my-"

"Y/N, stop it," demanded Hoseok as he cut you off and cupped your cheeks with his big, warm hands. "What are you even talking about? No, I haven't noticed you gaining weight," he frowned, "And you know why? Because it doesn't fucking matter, that's why. You're perfect to me any way you are, Y/N, do you understand me?"

You stared in Hoseok's brown eyes, wishing you were worthy of his love. Your eyes welled up with tears as you looked away, hundreds of reasons why you were not good enough for Hoseok replaying in your mind.

"Y/N," spoke Hoseok gently, "Are you crying?"

"I'm fine," you said quickly as you turned around and wiped away the tears.

"You're not fine, don't lie to me," said Hoseok and took your elbow as he caught you when you tried to leave. He wrapped his arms around your hips and pulled you to his chest as he hugged you from behind, burying his nose in your neck.

"I'm begging you, Y/N," spoke Hoseok fervently, "Don't even try to lose any weight. You're perfect just the way you are... And I won't have you put yourself down like this, do you hear me?" he demanded. You were crying but his arms held you from falling apart.

"Do you understand me, Y/N?" spoke Hoseok more gently. You found yourself nodding as you sniffled. Hoseok turned you around and pulled you into his arms.

"That's right, that's a good girl," he whispered soothingly and kissed your hair.

Jimin

You were cleaning around the apartment one afternoon, singing along the music on the TV. You were deep in thought when suddenly a pair of arms wrapped around your waist. You gasped, jumping around with your hand across your heart as you realized it was only Jimin.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, baby," he smiled guiltily, his hands resting on your hips.

"You're home already?" you blurted although it came out differently than you had intended.

"You're not happy to see me, kitten?" asked Jimin, half taken aback, half amused.

"N-No, of course I am," you spoke quickly, "I just, I wasn't expecting you till this evening, that's all." You slipped from Jimin's arms before he could kiss you and went to the bedroom to grab a hoodie. You wore nothing but a pair of sweatpants and a tanktop that fit you tightly; too tightly. You pulled on a baggy hoodie that swallowed your body and hid your curves.

When you turned around, Jimin was standing by the bedroom door, his eyebrows furrowed together.

"What are you doing?"

"Huh? Nothing," you said quickly. Jimin kept your gaze locked with his as he made his way over to you. He leaned in to kiss you which you gladly responded to, wrapping your hands around his neck. But when his arms reached for your hips once more, you pulled away. If Jimin had not yet noticed you had gained weight by looking at you, he would surely know it when he touched you.

"Why won't you let me touch you?" asked Jimin and frowned once again.

"Wh... What are you talking about? We just kissed," you smiled dismissively and went to fold some clothes although they were already folded quite neatly.

It happened so fast; like the blind of an eye. Jimin was right behind you and he put his arms around your waist so quickly, you only managed to turn around but not elude him. Breath caught in the back of your neck as you looked up at him. Jimin slid his hands beneath your hoodie and squeezed your hips.

"Jimin, come on," you whimpered and pulled down your hoodie, trying to get him to let go of you.

"See? What the hell is going on?" asked Jimin as you slipped him away once again.

"Nothing," you rose your voice in frustration but rather than with anger, your words were laced with sadness. Your eyes watered over and over again and you pushed back the tears every time.

"What did I do, Y/N? Just tell me, I'll fix it, baby, I promise," asked Jimin.

"You did nothing wrong, Jimin, it's not your fault," you said but this time you were unable to stop the tears from falling. Your chin quivered as you looked away and more tears stained your cheeks.

"Baby?" said Jimin softly. "What's happening? Are you alright?" He came to you but just as he was going to pull you into his arms, he stopped himself. Instead, his gaze went to your abdomen which you hid with your arms crossed over it subconsciously.

"Are you doing this because you've gained some weight?" asked Jimin. His words made your head spin around and your eyes widen.

"You knew?" you asked shocked. Jimin stared at you puzzled.

"Of course I know, baby. You're my girl... We live together," he said slowly.

"But... Why didn't you say something?" your voice cracked.

"Why would I say anything? You're perfect to me no matter how much you weigh, Y/N," said Jimin as he cupped your cheeks. His thumbs brushed the tears from your face.

"B-But I... I'm ugly," you cried, a heart-breaking sob escaping your lips.

"You're not ugly," warned Jimin and made you look at him. "You - are - not - ugly, Y/N," he repeated. "Don't you ever say that again. Ever. Or we're going to have a fucking problem."

"But..." you whimpered although you did not know what to say.

"But nothing, baby. You're perfect," he assured, his forehead leaned against yours as he leaned in and kissed you. "So fucking perfect," murmured Jimin against your lips before deepening the kiss.

Taehyung

Taehyung was sitting in his armchair, his laptop sat on top of his legs as he dealt with some work matter. You took advantage of this time to start a book that's been on your reading list since forever. But when Taehyung saw you bent over your bag, digging for the book in nothing but shorts and a top, his work quickly became his last priority.

He closed the laptop and put it away as he got up and made his way over to you. His arms wrapped around your waist, making you gasp in surprise, as he pulled you onto the sofa with him, sitting you in his lap. You caught yourself just in time before you could crush him with your weight.

"Tae, what are you doing?" you laughed. "I thought you had work to do," you teased him as you tried to get up, but Taehyung would not let you. His arms were like a chain around your waist, his big brown eyes gazing and shifting between your eyes and lips.

"Nah, when did I say that?" murmured Taehyung, his entire chest vibrating with his husky voice.

"Come on, Tae," you tried to get up again as you grew uncomfortable. You were not the slimmest, on the contrary, you were rather curvy and voluptuous, something which Taehyung never seemed to mind. You, on the other hand, were always self-conscious about your weight. Whenever Taehyung would have you sit on his lap, you found yourself hoovering. Not because you were uncomfortable being in his arms, but because you thought you would hurt him somehow.

"Are you hoovering?" asked Taehyung out of the sudden as if he were reading your thoughts.

"W-What?" you stuttered, taken aback. Taehyung was staring at you, his eyes studying yours without so much as blinking once.

"I said, are you hoovering?" spoke Taehyung more slowly, making goosebumps rise up and down your arms.

"I-I just... I don't want to make you uncomfortable, Tae," you confessed. "What... What if I hurt you?"

Taehyung laughed. You looked at him with hurtful eyes. That is when Taehyung realized you were being serious although to him, he had just heard the most ridiculous thing on earth.

"What are you talking about, princess?" said Taehyung seriously.

"I... I know I weigh more than a lot of other girls... and I see the way people look at us when we're together..." you spoke quietly as tears gathered in your eyes.

"Like what, princess?" asked Taehyung sternly. "Look at me," he demanded as he rose your chin with his hand.

"Like... Like I'm not good enough for you," you confessed, your chin quivering as tears escaped your eyes at last. You looked down and tried to keep yourself from crying but it wasn't as easy as that.

Taehyung was watching you but this time he did not make you look at him. His heart was breaking enough without seeing your big beautiful eyes red with tears.

"I'm the one who is not good enough for you," said Taehyung soberly, making your head snap up.

"W-What? N-No," you cried and reached your hand to his cheek. "P-Please don't say this," you begged.

"Than you must not say it either, princess," said Taehyung, leading your face to his. "We're perfect for each other. You're fucking perfect, do you understand me?" he growled under his breath, his forehead leaning against yours.

"Do you understand me, Y/N?" demanded Taehyung and you could not help but nod.

"Good," he spoke lowly. "Now, sit down, princess."

Jungkook

Jungkook was working in his office when you came by to meet him for lunch. It was a beautiful sunny day after a long time so you wore a short sundress to celebrate it. The sun felt divine against your bare legs before you entered the building and took the elevator up. Jungkook's secretary was more than familiar with you and buzzed you right in.

"He is expecting you, Ms Y/N," she greeted from behind her desk and let you right in. You thanked her before you knocked lightly on the office door before you came in. Jungkook was behind his massive writing desk, leaning back in his chair. A frown rested on his face before he rose his gaze and saw you in front of him. His frustration, his worries all disappeared when his eyes found yours.

"Hey, kitten," said Jungkook smoothly as he stood up and came over to greet you. You met him half way, his arms locking around your waist as he kissed you longingly. He leaned against his desk, you standing between his legs.

"I missed you so much, kitten," murmured Jungkook against your neck where he left a soft kiss as he took in your wonderful perfume. "Come," he asked and took your hand. He sat in his office chair and pulled you gently in his lap. You supressed a gasp, barely catching yourself from putting your entire weight on him.

"What are you doing?" asked Jungkook, clearly noticing you were not comfortable.

"Nothing, it's just... Aren't I a bit heavy?" you asked genuinely, your voice turning quiet. Jungkook stared at you motionlessly.

"You're not laughing, so I take it you're actually being serious, kitten?" asked Jungkook, his eyebrows once again furrowing into a frown. You did not get a chance to respond because Jungkook grasped your waist tightly and forced you to shift your entire weight onto his lap. Breath caught in the back of your throat as your foreheads nearly touched.

"No, you're not too heavy, kitten," said Jungkook under his breath, his chest vibrating beneath your hand. His mouth brushed against yours, his tongue gently parting your lips. One of Jungkook's hands moved down your hip to your thigh where it slid beneath the skirt of your dress. A small gasp escaped your lips.

"Let me show you how absolutely perfect you are, kitten," purred Jungkook against the soft skin of your neck.

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ninetailedfoxmanchi · 1 year

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Simon 'Ghost' Riley: You Wake Up Together

Warnings: smutty ending but also so much fluff, also profanity (just one word)

A/N: I've had this draft since I wrote the first fic/headcannon for Ghost and I've finally managed to finish it. I promise BTS and SKZ fics are also to come but I'm just in my Ghost phase right now and I really can't help myself

OTHER STORIES MASTERLIST

Updated: 27 March 2023

A/N: Because of some technical issues (I have no idea how to solve; the NEW MASTERLIST post will not let me add any more links to it), here is yet another separate masterlist for other fics but all the links to the masterlists will be included in the pinned post!! so you won't need to look for them through the blog! I hope this is helpful <3

Call of Duty / Modern Warfare

What is Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley actually like in a relationship (according to me)

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley: How You Met

What is König Like in a Relationship (according to me)

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley: How You Started Dating (and some little things about Ghost)

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley: You Wake Up Together

Half A God (Zhang Yixing Werewolf fanfiction)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

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Jujutsu Kaisen (Mafia! Kento Nanami)

Mafia! Kento Nanami: A business meeting turns into a dinner date

Mafia! Kento Nanami: You’re avoiding him after a date

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ninetailedfoxmanchi · 1 year

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Simon 'Ghost' Riley: How You Started Dating (and some little things about Ghost)

Warnings: mentions of cigarettes and smoking, references to PTSD, scars

A/N: Once again, a disclaimer: I base this on Ghost’s backstory according to the comic books as well as the video games but this is just my take so if you imagined him differently, that is totally valid!

NEW MASTERLIST

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I think Simon would be attracted to someone outside his work; someone in a different profession, because he would see his team members more as family than partners

Besides, he keeps his private life separated from his work, so I don't think it's likely he would fall in love with a co-worker simply because of this 'mental barrier' of how he sees them

His girlfriend could be anything from nurse, veterinarian, café owner, teacher, academic to chef or artist. I don't think Ghost would find a romantic connection with someone working a similar job as him or something in law enforcement

You met in a café where he forgot his wallet on the counter and you were the customer waiting next-in-line who ran after him. Simon most definitely insisted to buy you coffee as a thanks (but in reality he was just taken aback by your looks because he found you very pretty) (full fic: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley: How You Met)

You found it unusual why the bottom half of his face was hidden behind a mask but Simon was a stranger to you at that time so you didn't presume to ask

Because he is so shy and reserved at first, after asking you out for a few coffees, you presumed he was just very grateful and did not know when to stop showing it, or he just wanted to be friends. Your 'dates' were very pleasant but you found yourself doing most of the talking and learning very little of Simon

But when he walked you home that night, an angry car rushed by and Simon pushed you behind him, even though you were both standing on the pavement, as if a tank was coming at you not a car whooshing down the street

"Are you okay?" he asked and took your face into his calloused hands. The caring you saw in his eyes was not one of gratitude nor mere friendship-in-the-making. His heart was racing and his lips were parted and you could hardly imagine a man of his stature and career to be afraid of anything. But apparently, Simon was afraid of you getting hurt

Afterwards, Ghost walked you home and insisted you stay on the inner side of the pavement whilst he held your hand (this is something he did not insist on although his secure grip suggested otherwise)

You suddenly realized as you saw him so deep in thought that Simon was a man of few words but many actions

You smiled to yourself and squeezed his hand as you caressed your thumb across his. Simon woke from his thought, his eyes widened and just a glimpse of blush crept to his unshaven cheeks from behind the mask

Also some little things you would find out about Ghost; he does not like animals much (because of his father) but he does find cats and dogs very therapeutic and if he had the chance, he would adopt both (but he can't because he is away a lot because of work)

You also learned that Simon likes his coffee black with one sugar but he prefers tea

He is also an occasional smoker; it used to help with his anxiety but when he learns you're not a big fan of kissing smokers, Simon keeps his habit to a minimum

He likes Marlboro Reds because they're pretty strong but he also smoked Davidoff Classics for a while

Simon's favourite colours are earthy red (like terra cotta), sage green and pale dark blue

He is a very light sleeper; the smallest unnatural noise wakes him

Simon is also an early birth rather than a night owl; he likes to go to bed pretty early and also wakes up almost with the dawn - he likes quiet mornings with a cigarette and a cup of British tea; the only thing better, in Simon's opinion, is when you're there with him

Bonus: How I personally imagine what Ghost looks like

Simon has a mixture of brown and ginger hair although his beard is entirely the latter. I think his standard hairstyle is a military cut but when he is off duty, he lets it grow a bit longer

His cheeks are unshaven the majority of the time so that the scars are not as visible

Ghost's eyes are pale blue, grey sometimes, although they were nearly aquamarine when he was a baby

Also, I think Ghost has a bit of natural undereye circles which make him look perpetually tired

His left forearm is entirely covered in tattoos reaching even past his elbow. The images are mainly motives of warfare and military but deep down they're a representation of Simon's life

Obviously, Ghost is very tall (about 6'2 or 6'3) and muscular; also a bit of a big boy <3

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ninetailedfoxmanchi · 1 year

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Requests are always open :)

Hey everyone <3

Unfortunately, I don't have as much time to write nowadays as I did when I first started this blog but I am still active and getting your messages, requests, etc.

All of the categories are open and I am also considering writing SKZ Mafia! Yandere as I did for BTS, I think someone asked me this a while back but I didn't get a chance to respond yet.

I hope you are all doing well, and happy spring!! 🌼🌈🩷

#requests #ninetailedfoxmanchi #fanfiction #imagine #fic

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ninetailedfoxmanchi · 1 year

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What is König Like in a Relationship (according to me)

Warnings: mentions of bullying, anxiety, NSFW mentions but nothing very explicit

A/N: Honestly, I needed to read some backstory for König and once again this is just my idea of him, if you've imagined him differently, that's absolutely valid!

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Although König is goofy and relaxed that is just on the surface. In truth, he is actually very insecure and socially awkward which is why he's learned to compensate this with humour

He was bullied for the majority of his childhood and particularly in his teens for his height and size (the man is 6'10 (roughly 210cm)); when he signed up for military, they only confirmed his insecurities by saying he is too large and awkward to be a sniper

König proved them wrong by becoming one of the best snipers in the world which definitely boosted his confidence although his childhood trauma remained

Because König is well aware of how social anxiety feels, he would never put you in an uncomfortable position, especially in front of other people

He loves to make you laugh and tease you playfully though

König also loves to talk to you all the time, he can be very loud but he is also very good-natured

The man is also very handy and if he can find any way to use his height, size and strength to an advantage, he will do it because he is so done with being insecure about it

That is until it comes to being intimate with you; he is absolutely petrified of having sex for the first time with you - not because he does not want it, he wants you so bad, but because he is afraid he will hurt you

You reassure him multiple times and take it slow but it takes quite a few tries to get him to relax enough to try anything past a make-out session

König would also be very insecure about going down on you for fear of not making you feel good; in truth, he just needs some encouragement because as it turns out, he's a natural

In an argument or if he just feels like he hurt you or you're angry, König shuts off very quickly because he feels so guilty (although it may not even be his fault); it takes a long, reassuring discussion from your part that you just want him to communicate to you about his feelings and not to apologize for anything

And it needs to be said that although he is usually loud and goofy, he never yells at you during arguments. He turns very quiet and insecure, more likely backing away from the argument than jump in guns blasting

You can tell if he is sad or hurt or angry by the tone of his voice. It turns calm and silky, his German accent less prominent

His love languages are acts of service, quality time and physical touch when he gets comfortable enough; and in turn, he loves to receive words of affirmation, also quality time and especially physical touch from you

Few were the opportunities in his life when someone was gentle and genuinely kind to him; and those things coming from you make him feel so loved

Another thing, König would rarely admit in a straightforward manner but he is very, very protective of you - he always insists you walk on the inner side of the pavement, he either holds your hand or keeps his on your back when you're walking through a crowd (also to reassure his own anxiety) and he always insists you call him when you get somewhere so that he knows you've arrived safely

König's favourite acts of physical touch are definitely cuddling; you sitting on his lap or lying on top of him, him lying between your legs as he rests his head on your tummy, he loves to hold your hands all the time because they feel so small, soft and delicate against his

Finally, he is definitely husband material; he is so supportive and caring, he would never let anything hurt you and he would do anything to see you smile and be happy

Bonus

König always thought he was a dog person until he came across a litter of abandoned kittens on one of his missions and absolutely fell in love. He has been bugging you to adopt a kitten ever since

Also, I think König has grey-green eyes, round, droopy and sad and his hair is short, military cut and dark brown like forest soil. His nose is big and crooked-like/Roman and he only rarely shaves clean; he prefers a slight stubble on his cheeks

In the beginning of the relationship, if you kiss him, even just his cheek, he will blush a deep shade of red and his heart would race out of his chest, but probably for the first time in his life, in a good way <3

#call of duty #cod #cod mw2 #cod mw2 fanfic #modern warefare 2 x reader #modern warfare 2 #könig x reader #konig mw2 #konig fanfiction #konig headcanons #cod konig #konig imagine

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ninetailedfoxmanchi · 1 year

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Simon 'Ghost' Riley: How You Met

Warnings: /

A/N: Ghost is back to popular demand!! More to come <3 Also, I find this fic incredibly cute, that's all I'm saying.

Also: What is Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley actually like in a relationship (according to me)

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You were waiting in line to get your coffee order. There were so many people waiting because it was rush hour right when people had lunch breaks. You fidgeted impatiently as you looked around the sun-lit café. Spring forced in through the big white windows, mingling with the scent of coffee and pastry.

"Thank you, have a good day," said the cashier, "Next."

You stepped forward after giving way to an absolute tree of a man. He even wore a mask over his mouth which you did find unusual although perhaps he was just a bit of a germophobe.

You paid for your coffee and grabbed a lid when you saw a small leather wallet sitting on the counter.

"Someone forgot their wallet," you said to the cashier but the lady was too busy turning in orders to hear you. Your gaze flickered between the wallet and the street before you grabbed the forgotten item and rushed outside. There were people crowding the street up and down but surely you could spot such a tall man; and wearing a mask at that.

Just as you began to despair, you caught sight of him about to cross the road. You ran up the street, nearly spilling your coffee everywhere and on everyone, but you did manage to catch the green light before the traffic could move on and cut you from the stranger.

"Excuse me!" you called out of breath when you caught up to the man. But the man already seemed to hear you before the words even left your lips; as if he sensed you following him. He stopped on his tracks out of the sudden, nearly making you bump into him.

"You... You forgot your wallet," you breathed, thinking to yourself it was high time you started working out again.

The man stared at you puzzled, his gaze flickering between you and the wallet. He took it with some hesitation.

"Thank you," he spoke as you struggled not to lean against your knees to catch your breath.

"Of course," you nodded instead. You both stared at each other for a while longer, neither of you saying a word.

"Well, I... I should go now," you broke the silence, "Have a good day."

"Wait," asked the man, "Will you let me buy you a drink at least?" he suggested as you turned around. "Another coffee perhaps?" he asked, glancing at the iced latte that you mainly spilled all down the street and your hand.

You laughed to yourself and nodded. "Sure, why not?"

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Weeks later, when you were more than familiar with each other after half a dozen coffee dates and a couple of dinners, Simon had a confession to make over lunch one afternoon.

"I need to tell you something," said Simon with a glint of a smile in his eyes.

"Okay?" you asked slowly and took a sip of your drink.

"That wasn't my wallet," he confessed.

"What?" you blurted.

"I wasn't the one who forgot the wallet the other day," explained Simon, "I took it back to the coffee shop after you left."

You stared at him in disbelief. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I wanted to take you out," said Simon as his eyes found yours. Blush crept to your cheeks. "You were just... the most beautiful girl I've ever seen..." he spoke quietly, a part of him returning to his shell.

"Thank you," you whispered shyly and reached out for his hand. Simon's cheeks were bright pink behind his mask as he looked up into your eyes, his pupils wide and black. He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek and despite the mask, you could feel the softness of his lips against your skin as his fingers propped up your chin.

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Mafia! BTS - You're Pregnant and You Don't Want to Keep the Baby

Warnings: mention and discussion of abortion and menstruation, mostly fluff tho

A/N: I've been sick these past couple of days so I re-read some of my old fics. I left off the BTS series on more of a family note but I thought I'd like to write the alternative reaction too. I had no idea I'd be writing this or anything at all but it sort of hit me out of the blue. I hope you like this fic and feel free to send in some requests (no promises, as always). Also, apologies in advance because I didn't proof read.

NEW MASTERLIST

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Jin

You were sitting on the edge of the bathtub, a positive pregnancy test in your hand. You were biting your lip, your chest heavy with anxiety and fear. Lost in thought and emotion, you had no idea how long you had been sitting there contemplating your decisions when suddenly Jin appeared in the bathroom doorway.

"Y/N, what's-" he began yet lost his words when he saw the pregnancy test at your feet. You were playing with your fingers, biting your lip without even raising your gaze to him.

"Are you pregnant?" asked Jin quietly as he knelt down before you and took your hands in his.

"I think so," you whispered as you nodded your head. "But..." you spoke although you did not know what to say or how to say it. “I don’t think I’m ready… I’ve been thinking… I don’t think I’ll ever be.”

"Ever be what, princess?"

"Ready to be a mom," you confessed. The words felt sour on your tongue. You've always been taught to want to be a mother but deep down you never felt the instinct yourself. Becoming a parent felt like a notion forced upon you and whilst you admired women capable of motherhood, you simply never saw yourself in that role.

You confessed all of that to Jin. He held your hand in both of his, his thumbs caressing the back of your palms as he listened to you.

"Alright," agreed Jin once you had finished. "I understand, princess." He kissed your forehead and caressed your cheek. "I would never force you to do anything you were uncomfortable with. You're my everything."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you heard Jin's warm, gentle voice. You nodded to yourself and could not help but start to cry.

"Oh, princess, it's going to be okay," said Jin and pulled you in his arms. You wrapped your hands around his neck and buried your nose in the nook of his collarbone.

"Are you sure you're not upset?" you asked.

"I told you," he said, pulling away to look you in the eye. "You're the most important thing in the world to me, princess. I want whatever you want," spoke Jin softly and brushed away the tears from your cheeks.

Namjoon

You visited your personal doctor having been under the weather for more than a week. You couldn't keep anything down, not even your favourite foods, you had to pee what seemed to be every five minutes and you were feeling sore all over your body. Namjoon wanted you to see a doctor days ago but you were avoiding going to a hospital. However, you made a deal that if you wouldn't feel better by the end of the week, you would go and here you were.

"It's probably nothing, let's just go home," you said fidgeting your knee as you squeezed on Namjoon's hand that was resting in your lap.

"We're not going anywhere, love," assured Namjoon, "Let's just wait for the results of your bloodwork and then I'll take you home." He kissed your temple as you leaned onto him. You were as pale as a ghost but then again you haven't been feeling like yourself for the past fortnight.

"Ms Y/N?" called the nurse. You and Namjoon both stood up.

"Your test results are back," said the nurse, a strange shimmer in her eye. "Congratiulations, you're going to be parents," she announced.

It can't be. I can't be.

Like the flip of a switch your head swirled with sickness. You tried to catch yourself by Namjoon's arm when suddenly you hit the ground and your vision went dark.

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You woke just moments later, lying on a gurney. A soft groan escaped your lips as you reached for your head and rubbed your eyes. The neon white lights blinded you before you blinked and regained your vision.

"Y/N? Y/N, can you hear me?" asked Namjoon, his voice deep with concern yet he tried to sound calm and collected.

"Joon?" you mumbled as you struggled to sit up.

"Hey, hey, it's alright, slowly," murmured your boyfriend as he helped you up. He brushed the hair from your face and kissed your forehead.

"I was so worried," he whispered against your skin.

"Is it... Is it true? Am I pregnant?" you asked grievously as your eyes filled with tears.

"The blood results say so, yes," confirmed Namjoon. He was still cupping your cheeks, caressing you with his thumbs. "You don't seem too thrilled about this news."

“I’m just..." you began but your voice cracked. "I'm just not ready yet, Namjoon. It's too soon.” Your boyfriend studied you a minute.

"Did you know about this? Is this why you didn't want to go and see the doctor?" asked Namjoon, his voice calm and quiet yet laced with sadness.

"I... I don't how... I suspected it, I mean... My period was late but that could be because of the sickness, I just... I don't know," you mumbled, wiping the tears from your eyes but they kept on falling. "I know you want a family, Namjoon. But I'm not ready yet, I just can't-"

"Hey, shh, it's okay... It's okay, my love," spoke Namjoon and pulled you into his arms. "It doesn't matter what I want, princess. If you don't want this, than neither do I, I promise you."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course, I'm sure. Whatever you decide to do, I'll always be here for you, okay, love?" spoke Namjoon as he kissed the top of your head.

Yoongi

You were lying in bed with Yoongi on a lazy weekend morning. He was playing with your fingers and tracing sunlight marks across your arms. You had trouble sleeping all night, tossing and turning, feeling too hot then too cold, feeling anxious and sick and then finally you were able to fall asleep near morning. But that singular moment of being held by your boyfriend, of sunshine pouring into your bedroom relieved you of all tension.

That is until a nasty hot washed over your body and settled in your abdomen. Suddenly, you burst out of bed, starling both yourself and your boyfriend but you had no time for explanation. You burst into the bathroom and knelt before the toilet, vomiting like crazy.

Yoongi burst in after you and pulled your hair back, his free hand gently rubbing your back. You flushed the toilet, thinking you were done when suddenly another wave of nausea washed over your stomach.

"Jagi, what's going on?" asked Yoongi when you were finally able to lean against the side of the bath.

"I don't know," you mumbled as you shook your head but the same moment those words escaped your lips, your eyes opened and widened.

"What?" asked Yoongi.

"Nothing," you said quickly but he was not fooled.

"Tell me," he insisted and scooted closer to you where he pushed your hair behind your ear. You looked up into his eyes, studying him as you considered confiding in him or not. But if your suspicions provided to be true, then you would have to talk to Yoongi anyways.

"What... What if I'm pregnant?" you asked in a mere whisper.

Yoongi froze as if someone had just poured a bucket of ice-cold water over his head. His eyes drained of emotion.

"I don't think..." you began as you shook your head. "I don't think I'm ready, Yoongi... I don't... I don't think I'll ever be ready," you confessed. “I like the way things are. Just the two of us,” you whispered guiltily as quiet tears fell down your cheeks. Something about saying those words felt both like relief and condemnation at the same time.

"So do I," said Yoongi and brushed away the tears from your face. You looked up at him once again, wanting to see if he was truthful or just saying that to comfort you. But it wasn't in Yoongi's nature to lie and neither did he do so in that moment.

"But what if I am pregnant?" you asked.

"Then we'll go and see your doctor," said Yoongi calmly as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. He kept his warm hands on your cheeks, brushing away your tears.

"Please don't cry, kitten," he whispered, his eyes locked with yours. His heart was breaking seeing you this harsh on yourself, on something that happened by mere chance. "I'll take care of you, Y/N. Whatever you decide to do," promised Yoongi and pulled you into his arms where you locked your hands around his torso and leaned against his chest.

Hoseok

You were pacing up and down the waiting room, nervous for the result of your blood test. It has been more than five weeks since your last menstruation and you've been feeling far too sick for it to be normal - not only in the mornings but all the time. You couldn't sleep and you were sore all over. Although you did not want it to be true, you were not surprised when the pregnancy test was positive. Still, convenience store pregnancy tests were not entirely reliable so you had to see your doctor before you would even mention something to your boyfriend. You could not even imagine how this happened since you were always using protection.

"Ms Y/N?" asked the nurse as she stepped out into the hallway. She invited you back into the doctor's office where you sat down with your gynaecologist.

"We've ran the tests several time, Ms Y/N, but I'm afraid they always came back positive," said your doctor sympathetically. You told her of your concerns before the tests were made and could not do much else but nod. She told you about your options, about continuing the pregnancy and even adoption but those were not really options for you personally. Even when you saw the convenience store pregnancy test come out positive, you already knew you wouldn't go through with it should it be confirmed by your doctor as well.

"Right," you nodded but your voice was hoarse as if you had been crying. You did not think so yet when you touched your cheek you realized it was stained with tears.

You apologized quickly and took out a tissue but the doctor seemed to perfectly understand.

"Then... Would you like to make an appointment to terminate the pregnancy?" asked your gynaecologist. "I must inform you that you will need someone to escort you home after the procedure; your mom, a friend, your partner..."

That made you think of how you were going to tell Hoseok. Whether he would even want to come with you in the first place.

You nodded and discussed the procedure with your doctor but as you arrived home, your head was spinning from all the information. Your chest was heavy with anxiety and your head hurt. But as you opened the bathroom door, you found Hoseok with your positive pregnancy test in his hands. You froze on your tracks, your eyes widening as his gaze found your own.

"Are you... Are you pregnant?" asked Hoseok in disbelief.

"I just got it confirmed by my doctor," you nodded, your voice falling silent.

"What are you going to do?" asked Hoseok out of breath.

You shook your head as tears crept into your eyes. You couldn't understand why you were crying out of the sudden but you were. Perhaps it was the pressure, the anxiety, the hormones or all at once, yet suddenly you found yourself crying against Hoseok's chest. He sat you up on the bathroom counter and ran his fingers through your hair.

"It's okay, shh, it's okay, my princess," spoke Hoseok softly as he tried to calm you down.

"I'm not... I'm not going to keep it, Hobi," you sobbed quietly. "A-Are you angry with me?"

"What?" said Hoseok as he pulled away, holding your shoulders. "Why would I be angry with you, Y/N? It's your body and it's a big decision. Whatever you want to do, is alright with me, do you hear me?" he asked, looking you deep in the eye. Hoseok brushed the tears from your cheeks as you proceeded to tell him about your appointment.

"They said I need someone to help me home afterwards," you spoke slowly.

"You know I'm coming with you, Y/N," assured Hoseok. "If you like it or not, I'll be there. Always, okay?"

You nodded as more tears fell down your cheeks and you wrapped your arms around Hoseok's neck. "Thank you," you whispered.

Jimin

"Jimin?" you began slowly as you found your boyfriend sitting on the sofa, his gaze firmly on his favourite tv series. But once he heard your voice, his eyes found you and softened immediately. Jimin opened his arms for you and you gladly accepted, snuggling into his chest as your legs rested in his lap. But your chest was heavy with concern and anxiety. You weren't feeling like yourself these past days so you went to your doctor for a check-up. Yet then the results of your bloodwork came back, the doctor informed you that you were pregnant. You had never imagined this to happen and it was beyond you to even try to calculate when or how this happened. But the bloodwork was run several times and there was no doubt that you were pregnant.

You have never even talked to Jimin about whether he wants a family or not, you've barely even thought about whether you want one. But during the past few days that was all you could possibly think about. The more you contemplated it, the more you realized you did not want to continue this pregnancy. There were times in your life when you thought you wanted to have a family at some point but now that you were actually in this moment of decision, you could not possibly imagine raising a baby and starting a family. Perhaps it was too soon, perhaps you did not wish for a family at all. For now, Jimin was all you wanted and could ever need.

"Sweetheart?" asked Jimin, "Y/N? Are you okay?" he spoke once again, waking you up from your thoughts. Jimin pulled back slightly and looked you in the eye. You blinked and nodded your head.

"Yeah, no, I'm, I'm okay," you stuttered although even you did not believe your own words.

"What is it, sweetheart? Tell me," asked Jimin gently and caressed your cheek.

You licked your dry lips and glanced away.

"You trust me, don't you?" said Jimin and raised your chin to face him.

You bit the corner of your lip as you sat up on your own and felt yourself fidget unconsciously.

"I... Um..." you began but you seemed to have forgotten all the words. "I, um... I have to tell you something, Jimin," you said carefully and pushed the hair from your eyes. You were twitching your leg nervously against the sofa but did not know how to stop it.

"What is it? Tell me," insisted Jimin and took your hand, "Are you sick?"

"I'm pregnant," you blurted out. Instead of your chest releasing the anxiety it only grew larger and heavier, weighing you down. Your eyes watered with tears.

"Wh... You're... You're pregnant?" stuttered Jimin, his eyes wide and puzzled like a child's.

"But I... I don't want to keep it. I won't keep it," you mumbled distressed. "I just can't. I don't want to be a mom, Jimin," you hurried as big fat tears fell from your eyes. Jimin watched you as you spoke those words before he took your face into his hands.

"Whatever you decide to do, Y/N, I'll support you," he assured.

"You will?" you whispered timidly, looking up into his big brown eyes.

"What kind of question is that? Of course I will," he assured and pulled you close as he kissed your forehead.

"I'm sorry," you said, feeling guilty as hot tears wet Jimin's shirt. "I'm just really scared," you confessed.

"Hey, there's nothing to be sorry for, sweetheart, okay? Nothing," promised Jimin. "If you don't want to keep it, we can go see your doctor first thing tomorrow, alright?"

"Okay," you nodded against Jimin's chest as he caressed your hair until you calmed down.

Taehyung

You waited in front of the doctor's office for your appointment. It's been the second time that week that you've visited your gynaecologist; the first time because you've missed your period and weren't feeling quite yourself with all the muscle soreness and morning sickness. When your doctor gave you the news that you were pregnant, she could tell by the look on your face it was something you did not want; at least not at this point. She told you your options but to you there was only one - abortion.

"I'm here," said Taehyung out of breath. Your eyes widened as you looked up at his face. You haven't told anyone you were pregnant, least of all your boyfriend who had a soft spot for every baby and toddler in this world.

"Wh... What are you doing here?" you stuttered in absolute horror.

"You don't think I'd let you go through this on your own, my love?" spoke Taehyung softly and caressed your cheek before taking your hands into his lap. His fingers traced comforting shapes in your skin but you were too stunned to notice.

"How did you find out?" you asked dismayed. Taehyung turned to look at you, an utterly foreign expression on his face. His eyes were soft but sad and his features sombre.

"How could you think I wouldn't?" he spoke gently, "They called me since I'm your emergency contact and you didn't arrange for someone to escort you home," explained Taehyung.

"That's... That's why you're here?" you asked slowly.

"I'm here for you, Y/N," said Taehyung and squeezed your hands reassuringly, "And whatever you want."

"I wish you'd told me, though," he added.

"I thought you'd want to keep it," you spoke quickly yet quietly.

"I would," confessed Taehyung, "But it's your body and I would never force you to do something you weren't ready to do, Y/N." He tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear before he pressed his lips softly to your forehead.

Your eyes watered. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you, Tae," you admitted. As you spoke those words, your doctor appeared in the doorway and invited you inside.

"It's alright, my love," spoke Taehyung comfortingly and kissed your hand. "I'll be right here when you wake up and I'll take you home, alright?"

You nodded and wiped the tears from you eyes. "Thank you," you murmured and hugged him before you went with your doctor.

Jungkook

You were pacing up and down your bathroom, staring at the timer on your phone. You had taken a pregnancy test because your period was unusually late. Although there was no guarantee it was going to be positive, you had a feeling about it. It's been on your mind for days and so was the decision of what to do if you were indeed pregnant. You had no idea what Jungkook's stand was on it but it was your body at the end of the day and you had no intention of starting a family yet. Perhaps one day in the future but doing so now would be a mistake.

Your phone began buzzing just before the test showed you were pregnant.

"What's going on?" asked a deep voice. You gasped and jumped around, startled by Jungkook's presence. He wasn't supposed to be home for hours and you had hoped you had more time to consider what to say to him, how to tell him the news and your decision.

"Is that..." began Jungkook as he noticed the blue-white stick in your hands.

"I..." you stuttered.

"Are you pregnant, Y/N?" asked Jungkook in disbelief as his gaze found yours. His eyes were wide and his lips parted.

"I... I think so," you admitted and showed your boyfriend the pregnancy test. Your hands were shaking from all the emotion. You did not know what to feel. Jungkook frowned.

"Are you scared of me, kitten?" he asked carefully, his voice deep and husky.

"N-No," you said and shook your head. "I... I don't know..." You bit the inside of your cheek, fidgeting with your hands.

"Y/N..." breathed Jungkook as he reached out for you and pulled you to his chest. You leaned your head against his torso as he caressed your hair and you finally let out all the emotion. Tears stained Jungkook's shirt.

"I... I'm really scared, Jungkook," you sobbed quietly. "I... I don't w-want to be p-pregnant," you confessed, your entire body trembling.

"Shh, it's okay, kitten, it's okay," spoke Jungkook against the top of your head where he left soft, comforting kisses. "Everything will be alright, I promise."

"Hey," said Jungkook as you began crying even harder. He cupped your cheeks and made you look at him whilst he brushed away your tears. "We'll see your doctor so that they can confirm you're really pregnant. And if you are, then we'll make an appointment to do whatever you decide to do, alright? Everything will be okay," promised Jungkook once again.

You nodded and hugged him tightly. "Are you not angry with me?" you stuttered.

"Why would I be angry with you, princess?" asked Jungkook astonished.

"Because... Because this even h-happened or I... I don't know..." you whispered as more tears stained your boyfriend's shirt.

"This isn't your fault, kitten. It just happens sometimes," spoke Jungkook quietly as he kissed your forehead.

"And... And you're not angry because I want to end it?" you asked once again.

"I want whatever you want, kitten. That's never going to change," murmured Jungkook against your lips before kissing you gently.

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ninetailedfoxmanchi · 1 year

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What is Simon 'Ghost' Riley actually like in a relationship (according to me)

A/N: I know this isn't anything like the things I usually write fics about but if I don't get this out of my system, I will spontaneously combust into flames from thought overload. There is a lot of great fics about him out there, 100%, but there is a steamy pile of garbage as well which makes Simon "an abusive asshole" to quote a TikTok I recently saw - and I couldn't agree more. So, here is my soft take on this tough guy and I hope you can enjoy reading this despite it being pretty far away from everything else on this blog.

Warnings: mentions of torture, violence, weapons, PTSD, profanity, explicit sexual themes but also so much fluff and softness

A/N pt. 2: I base this on Ghost's backstory according to the comic books as well as the video games but this is just my take so if you imagined him differently, that is totally valid!

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Firstly and most importantly, Simon is a very different in his private life compared to his work; meaning he is good at separating the violent side of his work life from the life he has with you.

He must be the softest, the most gentle person there is when he is with you. I think he is very shy in the beginning as well as in early relationship given how his father treated him growing up. It is not that Simon wouldn't trust you, it's more that he would not trust himself. After all, after the Manuel Roba operation, he was tortured for months and came out with severe anger issues.

However, he was able to resolve this when he re-joined the military and engaged therapy but the scars remained: both mental as well as physical.

The reason why Ghost never takes off his mask is because of the scars Vernon and the lot left on his face (and the rest of his body). They are healed now but whenever he sees them in the mirror, he is reminded of everything he has been through, especially the loss of his family.

After Simon had told you why he keeps his mask on even in private life, at least the bottom part, you would not mind it as much but you would also reassure him that the way you feel about him could never be changed by some scars.

Needless to say, Simon would be very, very protective of you. He has lost everyone he has ever loved and cared about and he would never allow the same happen with you. It must be said though that Simon is not possessive. He above all knows the importance of freedom, especially when it comes to making choices about yourself and your comfort.

Still, Simon would face some control issues when you'd go out on your own. At work, he is used to being in charge of everybody, making sure everyone is safe and manning their positions. But with you, he needs to remind himself you are not going to war but just out with your friends, out grocery shopping, out to the library or somewhere. The thought of losing you drives him insane. He could never forgive himself if it happened when he could be by your side instead.

It goes without saying though that Simon prefers the comfort of his home to just about any other place. Clubs give him anxiety and the loud music triggers his PTSD, bars and restaurants are okay here and there but there is no place like home.

He does enjoy hiking and walking with you though.

Simon is romantic by heart so picnics in the nature would be his go-to dates. A bottle of wine, cheese and olives, a blanket in a spot with a view... You'd trace his features gently with the tip of your finger; the curve of his nose, his lips where he'd take your hand in his and kissed it softly as you would lay together in a secluded spot somewhere.

Bonus: when you decide to go home, Simon would never let you help carry any of the things he'd brought. Maybe the blanket but everything else, he'd pile up in his massive arms and carry them all the way home while barely seeing over the heap.

When it comes to sex, Simon would be just as reserved as with taking off his mask in the beginning. He would need much assurance from you that you really wanted to be with him intimately before trying anything.

Contrary to popular belief, Simon would never do anything that could even remotely hurt you when you had sex (or otherwise). On the one hand, he is well aware of his size and strength, and on the other, it is his childhood trauma that keeps him from trying anything that could potentially hurt you (even choking, spanking, etc. is not something he is comfortable with) even if you'd ask him to experiment.

Simon has seen, felt and inflicted too much violence in his life to have it included in his love life as well. All he wants to do is make you feel safe and loved especially when you have sex because this is one of the ways he expresses his love to you.

His sex drive is not that high but when you do have sex, he likes to make it special and intimate. Simon is very serious about it and wants you to enjoy yourself more than anything. To be honest, just seeing you climax causes him do the same.

He enjoys going down on your very much; the intimacy, the softness of your moans, his arms locked around your thighs when his fingers are not intertwined with yours.

Simon's favourite part though is the aftercare. He loves cuddling with you. Physical touch is yet another of his love languages although he was very reserved in the beginning of the relationship.

He is the big spoon the majority of time but sometimes (his favourite) Simon lays his head on your chest, wraps his arms around your waist and lets you play with his hair. He can fall asleep almost instantly.

It cannot be stressed enough that Simon never ever EVER raises his voice at you. Even when you are having an argument (which is not often), he never yells much less gets violent in any way.

He is a great listener and despite not saying much a lot of the time, Simon communicates well although he struggles very much to word his feelings.

After an argument or just for no particular occasion at all, Simon gets you flowers (a lot) - and different kinds every time. Another way for Simon to apologize is to cook for you. He is not very good at it but it is the effort that counts.

When he is away on a mission, Simon calls you a lot just to hear your voice, especially when he is too stressed to fall asleep. Your voice calms him down and help him get some rest but also reassures him you are alright whilst he is not there to keep you safe.

Simon likes to listen about your day, your feelings and your ideas. It keeps his mind far away from dark places. But every now and again, he would trust you with a fragment of his memories when his thoughts are just too loud. You know how precious and how rare it is that Simon opens up to you.

You don't say anything when he talks about his memories and his family but you always hold his hand, brushing your thumb across his calloused knuckles or drawing gentle shapes against his broad back.

You pepper his skin with soft kisses when his voice quietens and lead his head to rest against your chest as you pet his hair.

He likes to listen to you sing too, even if your voice is not the greatest. Even just humming a random melody and feeling your chest vibrate softly beneath his cheek will ease his heart.

Random bonus: Simon drinks English breakfast, no cream and one cube of sugar and has an occasional cigarette with it (Marlboro).

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ninetailedfoxmanchi · 1 year

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Happy New Year everyone!! ✨🥂🍾🤍

I just wanted to let you know I am still here, I read all your messages although I don't always have a chance to reply. I am intent on writing but the truth is I am so busy with just about anything else because I'm in my final year of Bachelor's so I truly hope you can understand. I have a lot of exams in January but I do usually write when I'm the most stressed so who knows? 🤷🏽‍♀️

Anyways, I just wanted to wish everyone a happy New Year and lots and lots of health, success, happiness and everything else you wish for to come true in 2023 🤍💛

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Hi there, hope you're doing okay! 🥰

I see you've made some Jujutsu kaisen fics which is so cool! I haven't watched that yet but have been wanting to for a while. hopefully I can soon so I can enjoy those too! ❣️ When did you start watching it? 👀

Also, I could be wrong, but there seems to be a bangtan fic missing from your masterlist? I think it was like them being in the mood after finally getting back together again? Lemme know!

Heeeey 💗💗 I've started watching Jusutsu only recently and I have so little time to altho I'd love to just binge it 😫😫

It's possible some fics are missing :(( but I've tried to find them, I think there is one missing where they are needy too? I'll try to fix this 🙏🏼

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What are some of other anime u like aside from jujutsu kaisen? 👀

Actually, this was one of the first I watched lately but I really like more of the 90s animes like Sailormoon and Pokemon or Zenki (which is my childhood anime lol)

I'm sorry it took forever to reply tho, I feel like I've fallen off the edge of the world in the past week because I've been travelling and then I had so much school work to do 😥

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ninetailedfoxmanchi · 1 year

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Aemond Targaryen x Reader: The Handmaid and the One-Eyed Prince pt. 3

Warnings: mentions of violence and abuse, mentions of the bedding ceremony (a custom where the newlywed couple has witnesses like family, friends, etc. when they consume their marriage for the first time); could be triggering for some

Part 1: Aemond Targaryen x Reader: The Handmaid and the One-Eyed Prince

Part 2: Aemond Targaryen x Reader: The Handmaid and the One-Eyed Prince pt. 2

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Story so far: You are a low-ranked noblewoman who is the personal handmaid of Princess Helaena and her twin children. Her brother-husband, Prince Aegon, attempted to assault you but you cut his face and escaped for which you thought Prince Aemond, his younger brother whom you’ve became close with, punish you for. In truth, Aemond protected you, knowing his brother was a degenerate and feeling like he did for you. When you received a letter from your lord father that you are to marry a Frey, Aemond could not stand it. He confronted his mother, Queen Alicent, and demanded you are wed to him instead.

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On your wedding day, you were given a splendid gown in the colours of your house. A midnight blue dress and a matching maiden’s cloak that fastened with a silver chain across your collarbones.

After you had received the message from your lord father, things began moving so quickly. Queen Alicent sent a raven, summoning your family to King’s Landing for your wedding and another bird that carried the news of joining Houses Frey and Arryn. When you met Queen Alicent for the first time as the betrothed of Prince Aemond, she warned you of a small wedding ceremony both otherwise welcomed you to the family. She would not have a great feast for fear of her two sons falling out, especially should Prince Aegon have too many cups of wine. You could not care less for lavish ornaments or mummers and singers and puppeteers. You would have married Aemond in a village sept if need be, in plain clothes and only in sight of the Seven.

Aemond was not one to disclose his emotions publicly but when he went to his lady mother, the Queen of Seven Kingdoms, demanding your hand in marriage that was proof enough of his feelings towards you. Nevertheless, Aemond, despite not saying much with words, was intent on letting you know how much you meant to him. He showered you with wedding gifts from extravagant jewellery and gowns to the rarest and most priceless books in all of the Seven Kingdoms. When you would meet, Prince Aemond would only ask you if you liked the present and offer to replace it if you were displeased. His face was a stoic and emotionless as ever but when you professed your gratitude and excitement, especially over books and poetry, you’d see the corner of his lips curve into a smile and his eye would gleam with pride.

You did feel bad for not being able to reciprocate in the lavishness of gifts, especially in terms of dowery, but to Aemond your company was enough. He had never felt more understood and accepted than in your company. Titles and false courtesies seemed to vanish when he spoke to you, even when you just sat or rode together in silence, enjoying each other’s company. When the guards were far out of earshot, Aemond would compliment you and even take your hand when there was no danger of his enemies looking. But all of that seemed so far away from the way he kissed you feverishly the night he announced you were to be wed. A part of you understood it was a part of himself Prince Aemond reserved only for you, yet another part of you yearned to have it once again whenever you were in his company.

Your hands were shaking from nervousness as one of the servants smoothed your skirt. The door opened to reveal Queen Alicent herself who wore a splendid gown of dark green, the colour of House Hightower. You turned around as your maid retreated and bowed deeply. Queen Alicent took your hands and smiled gently. Although she wished her son would have married a lady of higher standing than yourself, you did manage to charm her with your exquisite charm and knowledge.

“You look beautiful, Lady Y/N,” said the Queen and lightly touched your flushed cheek. “Come, your father is waiting for you.”

You followed the Queen to the great hall where your lord father waited for you. Your family was shocked yet ever so proud of your wedding match. Yet it was only on the account of the Targaryen fortune and power not your own happiness. They would happily sell you to a man thrice your age if it meant it would bring wealth to your house.

After the Queen reached her seat, you took your father’s elbow and walked into the great hall. You were never close with your father. You barely spoke at all but on that day, he beamed with pride as he escorted you to your future husband.

There were guest tables lined down the great hall, flowers hanging from their chairs and sitting amongst the wine and the cups. The long high table was decorated with red roses to symbolise the colour of House Targaryen. Candles were lit on every table, every shelf and chandelier. When Queen Alicent warned you of a small ceremony, you had not expected this. Yet none of the flowers nor the ornaments mattered when you saw Prince Aemond at the end of the great hall. The High Septon waited with him, his queen mother by his side. His brother Prince Aegon was held up by his wife, Princess Helaena, so deep in his cups he was barely conscious despite Queen Alicent threatening him to keep sober. Yet you could not help but supress a gasp when you saw King Viserys himself attending the wedding. He was sat in a chair with a golden mask covering half of his face but he was there nevertheless.

Your heart began beating faster and faster as you came nearer to the High Septon. Prince Aemond found your eyes and you could not help but smile. Your lord father found his place on your side of the hall where your mother was dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief. You walked up the stairs and stood beside Prince Aemond. He wore a red and black wedding suit with intricate golden details that matched his long hair. You had never seen him smile like he did when he saw you standing before him. His eye glistened with happiness and his lips curved into a smile.

You exchanged vows and he took off your maiden cloak, replacing him with one of House Targaryen. The three-headed red dragon on a field of black was now your house as well. The thought sent chills down your spine and even frightened you some but when the septon proclaimed you wed, your mouth spread into a smile.

“You may kiss the bride, my prince,” said the priest. You glanced down as your cheeks flushed bright red. Aemond propped your chin and kissed you tenderly, allowing the hall to applaud.

Cheerful music accompanied the feast with several courses. You and your husband sat at the high table beside Queen Alicent and the King who retired shortly due to his poor health but not before warmly welcoming you to the family. Prince Aegon and Princess Helaena were sat on the other side of the table whilst your own parents were sat at your end to avoid conflict.

As part of tradition, you and Aemond were begged to dance together for the first time as husband and wife. Prince Aemond took your hand and led you to the dancefloor. The musicians played a song just for you. You were smiling and blushing but so did Aemond although he was much better at hiding it.

Every man in the great hall that night envied the prince his marriage for your beauty and your charm although you could not see it yourself.

After the dance you returned to your high seats and one of the desserts was served. Discrete as he was, Prince Aemond found the hand you were resting in your lap and laced his fingers with yours without anyone noticing. You cupped his big, sword-hardened hand with your free palm and caressed his knuckles. As you found his gaze, you could not possibly imagine another man, any man, in Aemond’s stead.

“Time for the bedding!” shouted your lord father cheerfully as he stood up and slammed his palms against the table, making you flinch in your seat. He himself was from the Riverlands whilst your mother’s side traced all the way back to House Celtigar. In the Riverlands, however, the bedding ceremony was still a tradition at any wedding. The men of the court would carry the bride to her bedchamber and strip her naked in the process whilst the ladies would attend the groom, taking off his clothes as well. In some houses, it was perfectly normal for these lords and ladies to watch and see if the marriage was properly consummated, in other places they would wait outside the door and demand proof of the bride’s maidenhood: a bloodied sheet.

You squeezed Aemond’s hand so tightly, your nails nearly dug into his palm. Your heart dropped to your stomach and you felt yourself grow sick as Prince Aemond let go of your hand and slowly stood up.

“There will be no bedding ceremony tonight,” said Prince Aemond with a voice as unyielding as steel, “Unless a lord, a knight or any other man in this hall wishes to lose a hand tonight,” said Prince Aemond. The cheers of his Riverland lords died out immediately. Your lord father sat down as well, his face flushed red from both wine and embarrassment. Prince Aemond glared at the musicians to play again and break the tension. The music sounded through the hall once again, quickly laced by the conversations of the wedding guests.

Prince Aemond sat back down calmly and took a sip of wine. “Will you join me for a walk, wife?” he asked gently and offered you his hand. Your heart fluttered when he called you wife for the first time as you nodded. To be quite honest, you were getting uncomfortable, gawked at by every lord and lady who wanted to see Prince Aemond’s bride - the new Targaryen princess.

You held onto Aemond’s elbow as you walked down the stairs through the gardens of the Red Keep. It was sundown melting into the deep blue sea when you saw Vhagar lying on the shore. She was an ancient and fearsome thing to behold. To think it was Queen Visenya who was her first rider when Aegon the Conqueror stormed the Seven Kingdoms.

“Aemond,” you spoke softly as you stopped on your way. Your husband turned around without letting go of your hand. You looked down for a moment before you found his gaze. “Thank you for not allowing the bedding ceremony,” you spoke weakly. The thought of being alone with Aemond frightened you enough, what more a crowd of strangers tearing at your clothes and watching your marriage be consummated.

“I would sooner burn the Red Keep to the ground than have you touched or looked upon by any other man,” said Aemond darkly. He took a step closer and caressed your cheek before he kissed you lightly. You let out a shivery breath, your hands resting against Prince Aemond’s chest.

“Walk with me,” Aemond neither asked nor commanded. You followed him through the gardens and down the many stairs until you reached the shore. The sea was calm with gentle waves drawing shapes into the sand. Whilst everyone thought you were consummating your marriage, you were walking on the beach of Blackwater Bay. Yet as you looked up, you stopped on your tracks. Prince Aemond was leading you to his dragon, Vhagar. As she slept, her breathing was even louder than the waves crashing against the rocks beneath Flea Bottom.

“It’s alright,” said Prince Aemond when he saw the expression on your pale face. His eye softened before he kissed the back of your palm and led you forward. The dragon must have smelt Aemond’s familiar scent or your strange one because she stirred awake, puffing through her nostrils as she rose her massive head. Her scales were dark and worn, the colour of pine needles.

“Lykīri, Vhagar. Dohaerys,” Aemond spoke to the dragon. The magnificent creature listened to its master’s voice as he caressed her head. “Lykīri, Vhagar, lykīri.”

“Come,” said Aemond next and turned to you. He offered you his hand and you were almost reluctant to take it. Prince Aemond guided your hand to Vhagar’s scaly head where he placed it against its snout. The creature was cold to touch although it was able to produce fire hotter than any blacksmith could make. A sigh of relief escaped your lips as both you and Vhagar became a bit more comfortable with each other.

“Good,” said Prince Aemond as a smirk formed in the corner of his lips. “Now, we’re going to fly.” His words made your head snap around, your eyes wide and your mouth parted.

“W-What?” you stuttered.

“You are married to a dragonrider now, my lady,” said Prince Aemond, “You should know what flying a dragon is like.”

“I-I… I can’t,” you stuttered and shook your head as you took a step back.

“You’ll be alright,” promised Aemond as he cupped your cheeks. You stared at him, unable to comprehend how deeply you trusted him. You only found yourself nodding ever so slightly.

Prince Aemond helped you climb the ropes and strapped you in the dragonsaddle. You were sat in front of him, holding on to the saddle. Aemond put his arms around you, his chest pressed against your back.

“Sōvētēs, Vhagar!” he commanded his dragon as he took the reins. “Sōvētēs!” said Prince Aemond once again and this time, the dragon moved its heavy feet and got up. A loud gasp caught in your throat as the great beast stood up then bent down to push itself into the air. The slap of Vhagar’s leathery wings was as loud as thunder as it rose higher and higher into the night. Aemond’s arm wrapped tightly around your waist whilst his other hand held on to the reins. You shut your eyes as your hands gripped onto Aemond’s. Then, out of the sudden, silence fell and there was nothing else to hear but wind. You opened your eyes to find yourself flying, Vhagar's wings spread out as she sailed above the sea. The dragon’s scales were dark enough to blend with the night and there was nothing but ocean as far as the eye could see.

“Do you like it, my lady?” Prince Aemond whispered against your ear, his hot breath sending chills down your spine. You could only nod for there were no words in any language that could describe the feeling. Aemond smiled to himself as he pressed a soft kiss to your exposed neck. You leaned against his shoulder and closed your eyes once again, your fingers intertwined with his.

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