A Christmas Fix | kth (teaser)
⤑ Summary | One-night stands are supposed to be nothing more than just. It shouldn’t have involved seeing those two red lines looking back at you weeks later without a name or a contact number linking you back to your mystery man. Nothing more but his face. The unforgettable face that would sometimes appear in your dreams at night. So unforgettable that you immediately recognise him the moment he walks into your family home at Christmas, hand-in-hand with your older stepsister.
⤑ Title | A Christmas Fix
⤑ Pairings | Taehyung x female reader
⤑ Ratings & Genre | +18 / M for Mature; Secret Baby!au, Second Chance!au, Strangers to Lovers!au
⤑ Word count | estimated: 30k 45k 50k words; teaser: 1,403 words | writing progress per Jan 31st, 2024: posted!
Part of the Jingle All the Way collaboration
Beautiful banner by @kithtaehyung
“Seriously, baby,” you whisper to the non-existent bump under your sweater, “Please take it easy, will you? I’m really struggling here, and you’re not making things easy for me. Trust me, it would be too soon for everyone to find out about you. At least wait until we can find a clue about your Dad, okay?”
As if the baby inside you is listening, even if it is still barely a fetus at this point, your body grows calmer and the nausea slowly wanes.
“Thank you, baby,” you whisper to your stomach once again before finally focusing on the stove and the oven, deliberately taking your time with what you do just so you can have a reason not to join the dramatic reunion happening right this minute.
From this side of the kitchen, the front door isn’t completely visible. But you can hear everything as the door opens and your stepfather joyfully welcomes his daughter.
Hearing his voice makes you smile. You may have had a tumultuous relationship with your stepsister, but the same cannot be said with your stepfather. Cliff has always been a great role model, and your relationship with him has always been great from the start.
It makes you feel guilty when you think about the previous encounters where you and your stepsister simply gave each other cold shoulders or when you were met with altercations just because of how different the two of you are. But there is no helping it. Nothing has changed over the years no matter how hard you tried. Not even once you have become adults.
You can’t even remember how it first started. And frankly, you no longer care. Last year’s incident was already enough to let you know that the sisterhood that your parents have been forcing you into was beyond saving.
The voices coming from the front door continue for a moment longer. This time, you get to hear your mother’s voice joining in the conversation and Alia's soft voice answering her questions. You make no effort to listen to what they are saying and tune out their voices, until your mother’s voice calls out to you.
“______, your sister is here. Come and say hi.”
Your mother’s words make you stop. Slowly, you turn down the heat on the stove and turn to make your way towards the front door to join the family reunion.
“It’s stepsister,” you mutter under your breath as you drag your feet, taking your sweet time while you try to compose yourself before having to face the unwanted guests.
As you turn around the corner, merely moments before the front door finally comes into view, you get to hear another voice speaking. The voice that you couldn’t clearly hear from the kitchen while you were tuning their conversation out.
“I’m sorry for intruding. But thank you for having me here.”
That voice.
You immediately come to a halt. An uneasy feeling runs through your body when you realise that you recognise this voice and have grown to know it quite well.
There is no mistaking it. You may not have gotten his full name on the night you met, and his face has somewhat become a faint mirage in your dreams at night whenever you are taken back to the night of your hookup.
But you cannot say the same about his voice.
That deep and gentle voice will always be engraved in your memory. Even now, the only thing you would need to do is close your eyes and listen, and allow the voice to take you back to that specific night once more, where he used this voice to say sinful words that you could feel caressing your fragile heart while he was bringing you to the peak of pleasure.
And now you are hearing that voice here, at your home, idly chatting with your mother by the front door.
“_______, are you coming?” your mother calls again, and you know that there is no avoiding it. You have to face reality, even if that means you must come face to face with the man who is responsible for placing you in this situation.
Tamping down the rush of nerves going through your body, you slowly march ahead. Bracing yourself as you turn around the corner and enter the living room where everyone is currently gathering in.
Your eyes fall on your stepsister first.
Alia has always looked so vibrant and beautiful, drawing all kinds of attention from everyone in the room when she is present. Yet when you look at her now, there seems to be a new kind of light emerging from her. Even her smile seems brighter as she chats along with your stepfather.
And you soon realise the reason why she is shining brightly today as you turn your gaze to look at the person standing beside her. To finally see him.
He looks just like how you remember him. Tall and lean, with his arms and chest filling up his sweater. He has his hair falling over a part of his face, just enough of a mess that seems as if he has been running his fingers through the wavy strands. As he converses with your mother, he shows his boxy grin that seems familiar to your eyes.
Too familiar.
Because it looks just the same as the wide grin that was teasing and flirting with you on one eventful night at the transit hotel weeks ago.
No. That can’t be.
The baby’s daddy is here. The man who you were planning to look for once you return to the city.
He is here, today, appearing at the front door of your parents’ home together with your stepsister. His long fingers that had once entangled between the strands of your hair are now entwined with your stepsister’s dainty fingers. And there is no mistaking the matching couple rings that are glowing under the sunlight coming from their entwined hands.
Before you get the chance to process what is happening, you hear him introducing himself to your stepfather, “It’s good to see you, Sir. My name is Taehyung.”
No.
You stifle a gasp. It feels like you have been sucker-punched right in the chest that you can barely breathe.
Taehyung, you wonder. Tae?
All of a sudden, you feel as if the ground beneath your feet is spinning. And since you seem to have lost the ability to move your feet, the only thing you can do to stop yourself from falling is to clench your hands tightly by your side. Tight enough to feel pain as your nails are sinking into your palms, convincing you that this is not a dream.
Yet you are still in denial as you watch the interaction happening right before your eyes. Because there is no way this is happening. There is no possible way that it is truly him.
Please. Please don’t let it be him.
It must have been your mind playing tricks on you. Because there is no way that he is here. Not as your stepsister’s new boyfriend.
This must be a mistake. Yes, you are probably confused and all the thoughts of finding your baby daddy are messing up with your head, forcing you to believe that your stepsister’s new boyfriend is your mysterious baby daddy. The fact that they have the same name must have been pure coincidence.
For once in your life, you don’t want to be right. You have to be wrong.
Please tell me that it’s not him.
Just then, as if life was listening to your prayers, as if life has yet to have enough of its games to play around with your heart, the man turns his gaze away from your parents. And those pretty eyes land on you.
As if there is a switch turned, the brightness in his gaze fades. His beautiful eyes are filled with recognition. It is so subtle that you are quite sure that nobody else around you notices it, but it is enough to let you know that your memories have been right all along.
Because those are the same eyes that you saw looking back at you with pure lust and sin while he was bringing you wanton pleasure, when you made love as if both of you had been under a spell, right on the very night that may have changed your fate forever.
Fuck.
Me.
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Deadly Seven
a new series! yay! Instead of doing kinktober because I'm not that comfy with writing smut yet and because I'm already doing fluff and angst, I made up a little alternative: for each of the seven deadly sins, I'll pick a few characters and write a little fic for each of them based on the cardinal sin (will be smut or at the very least spicy) (no i am not bashing any religions that follow this, i just thought it would be fun)
THE PLAN SO FAR (not in order)
gluttony - king john (oscar), javier pena
sloth - cecil dennis
pride - blue jones, nathan bateman
greed - oberyn martell, marc spector
envy - miguel o'hara, jake lockley
lust - poe dameron, steven grant
wrath - din djarin, santiago garcia
this is the plan I will add the links when they're done (ofc they'll be added to the main masterlist but this is also an option)
xox
(tw will be added on a fic-by-fic basis)
if you'd like to be tagged in this series, comment or dm me
current list
@my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @krakenkitty @bulletgoth
@ominoose @justsomeonecalledemma @iolaussharpe-24 @steven-grants-world
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COMING SOON!
here's a list of things you can expect from me! (not including series/commissions) obviously i don't have timelines for any of them but, uh, they're there... in the old noggin lingering.
DIATRIBES — magistrate astarion & magistrate reader, smut.
despite knowing you should always keep your composure in the courtroom, somehow you always find a way to lose your cool whenever astarion's around. (and coincidentally, also your clothes)
MAY I HAVE THIS DANCE? — ascendant astarion & ex reader, smut.
the last person astarion expects to see at a ball in waterdeep is you, hanging off the arm of none other than your old pal gale dekarios. mostly because you've never been the type to favour wizards... also you're supposed to be dead.
SUNDAY KIND OF LOVE — gale & gender neutral reader, fluff.
the two of you have spent weeks avoiding the elephant in the room: you're actually an old married couple hopelessly in love. to the rest of the party it's painfully obvious, but to you? well, it's a shame old couples are often pretty blind.
YOU'RE SO FINE! — astarion & halsin & gender neutral reader, fluff.
astarion isn't used to being flirted with, especially not with two very attractive people he happens to be living with for the time being.
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i feel like it would be so adorable if you wrote sm with ben singing hey there delilah to lila when she can go to sleep! this just came to me bc k was reading bmd again and i was listening to it and i was like oml this would be so adorable!
(idk if i requested that properly so sorry if i didn’t 🩵)
Hi there! I finally have a chance to tackle an inbox request, so looks like I'll be working on this one next! 💚
I did wonder when someone would bring up "Hey There Delilah" for the Break Me Down-verse, considering Ben and the reader's daughter's name is Lila (Delilah Marie). 😂
Coming Soon: "This One's For You"
Pairing: Soldier Boy (Ben) x F. Reader || Ben & daughter!OC (Lila)
Summary: Late one night, finding no other recourse, Ben sings to his infant daughter to help her sleep.
👀 Sneak Peek:
“What’s the matter now?” Ben asked, as if the baby could answer him.
He reached in with careful hands and picked her up, resting her on his chest. Lila sniffed and predictably latched onto his hair as she cried.
He checked her in various ways, but she didn’t have a full diaper and she seemed fine. Which meant she was being finicky just for the hell of it.
“You’re okay, sweetheart. Come on,” he said as he paced the room with her. “Quiet the fuck down already.”
Still, she wouldn’t stop crying. The whimpers were pitiful, but at least they weren’t ear-splitting wails this time.
[EDIT]: Read "This One's For You" now!
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