#babygirl loves watermelon

[swinging-from-my-cable]

I ❤️ Baby Bullet.

[hanlimz]

[midnight thoughts: jongseong + domestic life]

pairing: park jongseong x gn!reader [ig implied fem!reader, but it isn't rly specified where jinsol comes from,,,, if u,,, catch my drift ig LMAOO] genre/warnings: domestic fluff bc i need to marry park jongseong asap >:( !!! / food cw !, corny flirting bc i love playful banter, misleading title bc i posted this in the evening lolol, also i finished this at 3am again so the end is prob a bit ramble-y (?) wc: ~0.9k (this is pretty short considering i could talk abt jay 4ever) a/n: inspired by jay's weverse post where he told engenes to eat more fruit <////3 (i love him so much it's literally not even funny) / i also have no idea where "jinsol" came from ?? i've never had baby fever in my LIFE??? but oh to have a happy little family w park jongseong :'''''') / also i listened to seasons by wave to earth while writing 10/10 recommend

humidity weighs heavy in the summer air as a bead of sweat threatens to trail its way from the valley between your shoulder blades down to the small of your back. the weather would be unbearable if not for the large bowl of freshly cut fruit in your lap and the angelic bouts of laughter spilling from your daughter's lips. a fake tiara is poised atop her tiny head, the bottom of her fairy costume is stained with dirt from the garden, and she's poking your husband with a magic wand you recently purchased for her birthday.

you giggle as you spot jongseong pretending to be some fantastical monster; he chases your daughter back and forth through the park with a menacing twitch of his nose and an undeniable fondness twinkling in his gaze. relishing in this moment of peace, large clouds billow out into the sweeping, blue sky to offer a temporary reprieve from the sun's unyielding heat. however, even in spite of the shade, condensation pools in your lap as the bowl of fruit succumbs to the sweltering temperatures.

"oh, princess jinsol!" you call, having to suppressing a chuckle as your daughter's face immediately lights up at the new title. "the fruit's going to be all warm if you don't catch that big, scary beast soon!"

jongseong shoots you a playful glare as an exaggerated pout is etched into his features. while jinsol is still distracted by trying to figure out how to defeat her father-turned-sworn-enemy, he scoops her up into his arms and peppers an array of kisses all over her face. another spell of that same, ethereal laughter graces your ears as the two of them draw closer; your daughter is squirming in jongseong's hold, and as soon as she escapes from the "monster's" clutches, she buries herself into your side to nuzzle her forehead into the soft fabric of your sundress.

"daddy's so silly—huh, babygirl?" you say, running two knuckles along the soft, rounded expanse of her cheek. as you move the bowl out of her way, jinsol nods into the crook of your hip; she seems to find solace in the damp cotton and the hypnotic patterns you're tracing into her skin. "never goes easy on his princess, hm?"

jongseong brushes his fingers through jinsol's hair before reaching up to pinch your cheek. "hey—i let her win, sometimes ..." he protests, glancing down at his daughter; her chest rises and falls in a rhythmic pattern, and the fatigued fluttering of her eyelids mimic the butterflies accompanying your summer picnic. jongseong places a loving kiss to the crown of your head while admiring the little masterpiece napping atop your thighs. your lover lowers his voice to a careful whisper, "i just felt like i had to live up to the title of 'big, scary beast' that was bestowed upon me."

"oh, i see ..." you hum with a playful lilt, "what were you even trying to be—a troll?"

he snorts, "an ogre, maybe?"

"some sort of mortally wounded dragon?" you offer, basking in the feeling of his shoulder bouncing against yours. jongseong leans into your side as he carefully reaches over you and jinsol to grab a piece of watermelon, but you're quicker. ever the bringer of mischief—you snatch the bowl away from him with an impish grin dancing at the corners of your mouth. "maybe instead of stealing the princess, though," you simper, wiggling your eyebrows in the way you know makes him laugh, "you could steal a kiss from me?"

your husband scoffs, but lets his fingers waltz up the length of your arm nevertheless. "hilarious," he deadpans, quirking an eyebrow to stare at you over the rim of his sunglasses. "you're pretty bold to assume that one kiss would satisfy a super strong, super awesome dragon with sexy shades."

"ugh, you're so lucky i love you," you groan, faking a gag before succumbing to his charms—regardless of the strange ways that they may manifest in. "how about two kisses and i give you the watermelon?"

"haggling, now, are we?" jongseong chuckles, hooking his index finger under your chin, "i'll raise you ... three kisses, the watermelon, and another picnic next weekend."

"you've got yourself a deal, park jongseong."

your husband moves forward to press a gentle kiss against the tip of your nose; it forces a symphony of giggles from your mouth, but everything goes quiet when his lips meet yours in a conjunction that mirrors the sensation of ice cold lemonade gliding down your throat on a warm, summer's afternoon. the way jongseong kisses you is light and refreshing; he never fails to send shivers up your spine, and his lips are always sure to leave you dazed when he pulls away. jongseong draws back, stopping for a moment to graze the pad of his thumb over your cupid's bow before craning his neck up to place one more lingering kiss to your forehead.

"can i snag a piece of watermelon, now?" jongseong asks, that same exaggerated pout reappearing on his face.

you laugh, "anything for you, dear."

there's a beat of silence. a delicate summer breeze coaxes a sweet melody from the leaves that hang on the surrounding trees. as you watch jongseong feast on a mouthful of fresh fruit, you card your fingers through jinsol's silken hair. your princess is safe once more, sleeping soundly beneath the hidden stars in the evening sky. perhaps, in the future, she will face dragons more dangerous than the one her father pretends to be—but, for now, she is peaceful in your arms. mesmerized by the sheer adoration swelling in your heart, you don't actively register your husband's soft hand squeezing at the back of our neck. instead, it's a comforting pressure, it's a quiet reassurance that everything is okay, and it's a resolute promise to protect his happy, little family until the end of time.

it's love.

and, really, what more could you ask for?

[ash-says]

Cheating Anxiety With Me

Seatbelts tight? Hands Steady? Are you still shaking? No, then lets rideeeee.

Anxiety the feeling of dread, uneasiness, fear, shaking, restless, heart beating rapidly, etc

Coping with anxiety is difficult especially for the mentally deranged girlies. No hate I love you all. You are just so my type of people.

Today I am going to tell you how to deal with it because you know what I say, "Kill or get killed."

The classic deep breathing technique: Start from 1 breathe in to the count of 4 then hold at 5 and breathe out from 6 to 10. This will help in evening out your breathing and slow down your heart beats.

Move, Sway and twirl: You feel an anxiety attack taking over you the best way to tackle all that excess energy released through FFF hormone is by MOVING YOUR BODY. Exercise. Dance. Run. Anything just move.

Sleep: Yeah, you read it right. Just shut down your system and sleep. This is my personal go to. Overwhelming anxious thoughts, feelings, anything we let it marinate over a nap. Works wonders for me.

Talk to a friend: Another personal go to. Sometimes the feelings are so loud, disturbing and dark that sleep is no longer an option. At such times talk it out. Seek a friend. Best if they are physically present with you. Ask for a hug. Loving touch. Don't be embarrassed. It does wonders. Trust me.

Nature therapy: One of the ways I accidentally discovered was that trees, plants and flowers can be extremely calming. No one to rely on. Go and hug a tree. I promise you it works. Social anxiety? Okay I got you also covered. Buy some fresh flowers or if you have house plants touch them. Inhale their scent. Graze the petals or leaves lovingly and tenderly. Feel them. It will calm you down.

Sugar saves the day: Okay some people might come at me for this one but honestly anything sweet is the holy grail for dealing with it. Now the trick here is not eating desserts and chocolates but rather fruits like grapes, banana, watermelons, etc. Basically eat healthy things. We don't want diabetes now, do we?

The 333 rule: This one goes like name 3 things in your surroundings, identify 3 sounds and touch 3 things. This helps in distracting your brain and calming down your wreck of a system.

Positive self talk: Keep on repeating like a broken record that it is going to be okay and you will get through it. As loud as your inner thoughts get that much loud this self talk gets. Basically overpower that annoying bitch inside you. Winning is the only option.

Identify the triggers and face them: Literally be a detective and find out your triggers and then put yourself through it by yourself until it becomes a normal thing for you. I am not advising this for dangerous things but you can try this on smaller triggers. Example: A song, a scent, a topic is a trigger to you. So now listen to that song, inhale that scent, read things around that topic willingly and train your brain and body to tackle it so that when it comes up suddenly your brain doesn't go in survival mode.

No to drugs, alcohol and risky behaviors: You should be going to them over your dead body. Please I am begging you don't indulge in them. Yes I am asking you lovingly, with teary eyes please don't do this to yourself. Don't punish yourself more. The world is already a harsh place if you won't be kind to yourself, who will be then?

Bonus one: Find a strict no bullshit friend who isn't afraid to call you out on your toxic behavior, put you in your place and is ready to be the pillar on which you can rely on. Because we are not able to differentiate in right and wrong during those times. Its really difficult to maintain the moral compass. That's why you need a community of trusted people to hold you down.

Fight your way back. Because this world is a cruel place babygirl. You do anything to survive. If you are still dreaming of a saviour. Dream on.

[stcverogers]

JULY FIC RECS!

what i’ve been reading and obsessing with over the month of july

this is extremely important and i take this very seriously out of respect for the community. please do remember to read the rules for the respective blogs before interacting with or reading them.

F: fluff A: angst S: smut

𖥻 - series

masterlist

CHRIS EVANS + CHARACTERS

F: the cool kid table by @sarahwroteathing daycare isn't for the cool kids

F: the lonely tree by @sarahwroteathing 𖥻 you are the muse in the back of steve's mind

F + A: lucky charms: hockey au by @drabblewithfrannybarnes 𖥻 a hockey au featuring various chris evans characters

F + A: the watermelon song by @the-bau-quinjet steve doesn't think he's young enough for you

F + A: to live, breathe, fight, and survive by @shmaptainhotchner in the middle of a war, you find out you're pregnant

F: with this ring by @touchstarvedirl babygirl thinks her dad doesn't love her

F: plum cobbler by @the-bau-quinjet 𖥻 steve rogers investigates the strange girl who keeps showing up at the tower with plum cobbler

F + A: sweet home georgia peach by @marvelcriminalhoe 𖥻 you and steve have been seperated for a while, you make the drive back to your hometown to finalise the divorce.

F + A: downshift by @navybrat817 ari levinson thinks you're way too good for his neighbour

F: actors on actors by @astranva you and chris are invited to the variety set for 'actors on actors'

F + A: i trust(ed) you by @likeahorribledream 𖥻 who would have thought yours and ransom's relationship was built upon a lie

F + A: no matter where i lay my head by @rodrikstark screw steve rogers and his friends

F + A: tomorrow by @just-dreaming-marvel 𖥻 you are steve’s greatest strength and greatest weakness.

F + A: on the run by @writing-for-marvel 𖥻 when you let steve and the team seek refuge in your home, the last thing you expected was to go on the run with him

F + A: everything and beyond by @rodrikstark 𖥻 the one where you like steve and steve likes you

F + S: what a world by @onsunnyside 𖥻 steven rogers was raised by the jungle, away from modern society. what happens then when you and a team from stark industries introduce yourself to him?

F: with you, i'm home by @sweetascanbee stuck in your local ikea after a snowstorm, steve rogers becomes your temporary husband

F: moving on by @intrepidacious steve rogers isn't one to speak with his words. instead, he draws.

F: the domestication of steven grant rogers - a study in red, white, and blue by @pedrito-friskito steve rogers is a man out of time, that was till he met a pretty dame in yellow

F: colour my heart by @marvelettesassemblenow the art supplies can't be the only reason why steve rogers keeps visiting the art shop round the corner

SEBASTIAN STAN + CHARACTERS

F + A: nostalgia for the new by @real-jane 𖥻 the first time you meet bucky barnes is when you find him laying in the corridor outside your door

F + A: bad reputation by @likeahorribledream 𖥻 you get a new job at natasha's autoshop and bucky is determined he's going to be the one to marry you

F + A: just one kiss by @sarahwroteathing 𖥻 ever since he was 10, all bucky ever wanted was just one kiss

F + A: mess is mine by @scrumptious-delusion 𖥻 bucky broke your heart five years ago. now that he's a professional boxer and you're happy with where you are in life, a date night out changes that...for the better?

F + A: a world of our own by @shreddedparchment 𖥻 you and the winter soldier are stranded on a deserted island. how will you survive?

F + A: a touch of ink by @deamstellarus 𖥻 you move to a new town hoping to start anew. not only did you fall in love with the place, two brunette boys wormed their way into your heart.

F + A: i'm with you by @wkemeup 𖥻 you cross paths with bucky during a flight delay

S + F: beach bum by @lanadelreyscokewhor3 plums on the beach

F: harmless by @shurisneakers 𖥻 bucky barnes does not get paid enough for this shit

F: drive? by @softlybarnes god damn it, bucky just wants to make out like teenagers

F: little lily by @raysheart bucky barnes does have a soft side afterall

F: well oiled machine by @vxntagedior you get into a car crash and his car is the last thing on his mind

F + A: neighbours by @melwilson bucky's on a mission and he sends you into a flurry of worry

F + A: sunrise by @wkemeup 𖥻 bucky's a retired army vet and finally takes the big step in visiting the local VA centre

F + A: sky full of song by @wkemeup 𖥻 a tale of two pirates

F + A: to build a home by @ussgallifrey 𖥻 bucky barnes and the family he has built with you

A: we deserved an ending by @buckystarlight a letter you wrote to bucky after he fell off the train

F + A: for the love of the game by @pellucid-constellations 𖥻 bucky barnes is a baseball jock, a grade a asshole, and you definitely do not put up with his shit.

F + A: the right for you-niverse by @real-jane 𖥻 when steve leaves you behind for the life he never got to have with peggy, bucky picks up the pieces of your broken heart

F + A: every dream gone by @intrepidacious bucky finally remembers you

TOMMY SHELBY

F + A: i meant no harm by @runnning-outof-time forced into an unhappy marriage, you find solace in little charlie

F + A: is love enough? by @retromafia you refuse to come second for the rest of your life

JOAQUÍN TORRES + MICKEY GARCIA

F + A: el tiempo nos alejó by @rodrikstark even after breaking up, joaquín is still the one person you can always rely on

F: call sign: fanboy by @buckyr00s how mickey got his call sign

F: his secret by @writingdumpster sam and bucky find out about joaquín's secret girlfriend

F: facts by @asgardwinter lines that should have never been crossed, were crossed

MISCELLANEOUS

A: like us by @spookydrreid (spencer reid) spencer finally introduces you to the bau and you don't recieve the reception you though you would

F + A: cursed by @shmaptainhotchner (baron zemo) zemo seeks your home for refuge

[amaman27]

Bllk thoughts

I feel like Karasu kinda represents a shark idk how?? he jus reminds me of one

I keep thinking Bachira is actually real dangerous cuz he looks like one of those danger signals and he does have a monster inside him sooo 🤨🤨

Isagi is such a cutie cuz look at him!! hes so kind hearted and lovely, a whole different person on the field tho. imagine being his s/o and he jus starts berating you on the field 😭

Chigiri gives off princess Ariel vibes hes so babygirl, i bet his hair feels like silk. Tbh i feel like he literally sleeps with conditioner in his hair cuz how does it look that soft ANYWAY i feel that his fave fruit is probably watermelon idk

Kurona definitely bites people cuz look at his sharp ahh teeth, but hes so serious looking all the time?? i wish i could jus give him a pat on the head tho cuz who wouldnt want to

Rin reminds me of a kid growing through their emo phase, cuz his eyelashes?? and his hair?? its jus so much evidence, also including his personality he definitely is

I really love Sae sm but i feel like he didnt have to be that harsh when he confronted Rin after coming back from Spain. like, my baby boy was jus a kid he couldve explained it better. I wonder what happened in Spain tho, cuz how could a regular kid go to an emo adult who shuts himself out from others

Shidou definitely used steroids cuz he looks so horny all the time especially when talking to sae, plus hes so strong cuz he jus grabbed igarashi by the head like what???

Kaiser is such a clown like bro is way too overconfident all the time, im jus waiting for isagi to humble him, BUT WHY IS HE SO HOT???

Nagi probably doesnt know how to swim and definitely drowned in a pool once

Reo gives off sugar daddy vibes and is hella fruity with nagi cuz bro calls him "my treasure"? AKA another word for my bae

[walkthroughfire4u]

Don’t ever Doubt That

Reader is pregnant and Harry takes her out for the day. He doubts himself and the father he will be.

First Harry fic! Not sure how I feel about it, but I love pregnancy fics and I fucking love fluff :)

pairing: harry styles x reader

word count: 2.1k 

warnings: tons of fluff, self doubt, pregnancy, swearing, and mentions of sex

Sweet shimmery, sun kissed goodness. The Los Angeles sun shone down on your glowing skin as you cruised through the salt air-filled coast. With the convertible top off, the afternoon sun and the wind blew in your hair. Sitting next to you was Harry. In the past months of your pregnancy, Harry had been right there next to you. Every morning he would kiss you, then kiss your belly, saying hello to both his girls. He would insist on doing everything for you. He rubbed lotion on your growing belly every morning. He would even wash your body and hair in the shower. He did everything he could to make you be as comfortable and happy as you could be. Honestly, just seeing Harry’s face light up every time you walked in the room and he saw your belly, your heart burst, being greater than anything anyone could ever do for you. Seeing the man you love and creating a family together was the best gift in the world.

~~~

A new day started. Birds chirped as the sun kissed your body through the windows, exposed to the soft sheets under you. It was Sunday, your favorite day of the week. Sundays were a day for tea sandwiches and the beach, soft love making, swinging under a tree, watermelon and lemonade. 

Sunday was the day of the week that Harry was always home. When you found out you were pregnant, he stopped the world for you wanting to be there for every kick and every movement. You assured him you’d call if anything was to happen and update him every thirty minutes when he left the house. You never found him annoying about his concern for you and the baby. It made your heart warm being reminded of how much he not only loved you, but wanted to care and provide for you. Throughout the week, Harry had interviews and had to go to the studio, but he never planned anything on Sundays. That was your day. Your special day when he would wake up early to make banana pancakes then sneak back into bed so you could wake up next to him, rather than by yourself. 

Today, Harry had something different planned for you

Harry ran the pads of his fingers up your side and  ran his hands over your belly thinking of how big the baby was. 23 weeks, almost six months, the size of a papaya. 

You stirred in your sleep coming back to consciousness and felt Harry’s touch. He moved his hands to your face and held his thumb at your cheek. 

“Goodmorning beautiful” he kissed your nose

“goodmorning my love” you smiled sighing into his lean. 

The breeze dragged the curtains into the middle of the room making your hair fly in your face. Harry brushed that hair out of your face to the back of your ear. He leaned in and kissed your head while hovering your body to reach the night stand next to you, to get the lotion. 

He pulled the covers off of you and straddled your legs, pouring some cream into his unringed hands. He smothered them into his hands and brushed it onto your tummy. He smiled painting little designs into your belly. You swiped his cheek knowing this was his favorite time of day. There wasn’t much spoken between you two, but you didn’t have to. What made you so attracted to each other in the first place was the comfortable silence that overruled anything that needed to be said. You both loved touching and just holding each other. 

“So.. I have a surprise for you today” his morning voice mixed with his accent was thick after he woke up

“really, what is it?” you played with your thumbs

“now sweetheart it wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you would it?” you laughed  before he tapped your belly three times and bent over. 

“hello little one. your daddy is right here. remember to be nice to mummy today. i hope you slept alright babygirl” he kissed your belly three times. Three was the number he swore was the baby’s magic number. She always kicked three times and the first time she kicked was at 3 pm. Harry loved playing with the three numbers and it gave him reason to do everything a little extra. 

He rose off the bed and lifted the rest of the sheets off your feet. He grabbed your legs and moved them off the bed then grabbed your hands to help you sit up. You grabbed your belly to brace it while sitting up and then lifted to stand. Harry grabbed your arms and moved them up to wrap his neck. You both gently swayed just looking at each other. Content and happy. Harry leaned in and filled the gap between you two by kissing you. He was gentle in his touch; in love with you. He pulled back and brushed his nose against yours.

“Go get dressed love, i want to bring you somewhere”

“you’ve never seemed opposed to me wearing what i am right now” you lifted your eyebrow looking up and down you have naked body, only covered in underwear and a bra. you walked towards the closet

“i can’t help that you look so sexy while carrying my baby”

“no, our baby” you turned putting your hands on your hips

“you’re right, our baby” he walked towards you and pecked your lips three times

“ahh magic magic magic” you smiled 

“babe get dressed, please” he walked into the bathroom

“quit your whining styles, god, pregnant and all you boss me around”

“if i recall you liked it that way last night” he shouted from the bathroom

“HARRY!”

~~~

You sat in the car waiting for Harry to come. He drove out his yellow 1972 Ferrari Dino for the special occasion. It was one of your favorite cars he owned because of how sexy he looked driving it. You sat in your patterned orange sun dress waiting for Harry. 

“Get in the car love, I’ll be there in a moment.”

He said that ten minutes ago and you were starting to get antsy. You were about to call for him when he walked around the corner of the house with a picnic basket in hand, and a big smile.

“Ta da! I’m taking you for a picnic” He set the basket gently down in the back seat

“We haven’t been on a picnic in ages! What did you pack.”

“Your favorite, tea sandwiches, strawberries, and lemonade. Plus some extras. I made them all myself” he winked

“No way! A man of many talents.”

You pushed yourself up as he sat in the car, leaning closer to him, almost on top of him, you kissed him and quickly made it deeper. He pulled back, but not wanting him to move you softly bit his lip making him smirk.

“y/n” he spoke deeply

“yes my love?”

“if you don’t get off me right now, we may never leave the house” you pecked a kiss to his nose

“Would that be so bad though?”

“You being pregnant has made you want to shag all day every day.”

“Well maybe when you use the word shag...”

“Make love?”

“Getting there”

“Fuck?”

“Harry” you rolled your eyes. You hated all the words that referred to sex. Nothing every suited the way Harry made you feel.

“I know!- he pointed his finger up- breed!”

“Oh my god Harry! Just drive!” you put your face into your hands

You two were off. 

~~~

Harry drove down the golden coast, saltwater in the air. It was a perfect day, just you two. He slowed down to a stop after about 50 minutes of driving, 30 minutes of constantly looking over to you to admire, and a whole Fleetwood Mac playlist over, you made it to your favorite picnic spot, El Matador beach. It was the beach where The Notebook was filmed. Which happened to be the movie you and Harry bonded over early in your relationship, years ago.

~~~

“Okay, erm.. i know, what’s your favourite movie?”

“Ooh, probably the Notebook”

“no way”

“Yes way- it had been your favorite movie since you were a child, always mesmerized by the power of true love- why wouldn’t it be?”

“That’s my favorite movie!”

“No you’re pulling, is it really?” you laughed at him

“Yes I’m not near joking, it is. One more reason to fall in love with you I guess” He laughed pulling you into his lap and smothering your face in kisses. 

~~~

Harry opened the car door for you and held his hand out. “m’lady”

You took his hand and stood up being met by the breeze. You looked like a dream. The wind blowing in your hair and giving life to your dress, Harry wondered how he got so lucky. You two made it down to the sand and stuck your toes in it melting down. Harry took out the mat and laid for you to sit. He arranged everything on the mat just for you. He cut strawberries, made sandwiches, had orange juice and watermelon. He thought of everything just for you. You began to eat and conversed about the scene around you. It wasn’t incredibly sunny, but had nice shade when the clouds overtook the sunlight

“Thank you Harry, for all of this. I couldn’t have asked for more”

“Always, it’s the least I can do for you”

You both looked out to the sea

“you know, this is probably the last time we will be here just you and me”- Harry’s face dropped a little, causing you to stop talking- “Is something wrong with that?”

He shook his head “no nothing, I’m just, huh haha kind of um, nervous.” 

You scooted yourself closer to him

“Sweetheart, why?” you brushed his curls back holding the side of his face

“I don’t know y/n. Don’t get me wrong I’m so incredibly excited- he turned to reassure you - I just have no idea what to do. You had both parents there for you and you learned from them. I didn’t have that. I didn’t have a dad to exactly be there and show me what it’s like to be a father. I’m just really nervous that I won’t be a good-“

“Stop - you sat up and looked at him then took his hands - don’t say that. Ever again. You are going to be absolutely incredible. Being a father or a mother, or parent in general isn’t about knowing the do’s and don’ts, but being full of love for them. The way you love me and care for me, the way you did all of this, this is what it means to love someone. We made her out of love. I have no doubt that you won’t love her every moment of every day and be the best daddy you can be. It doesn’t matter if you had someone or didn’t, we have each other. To learn from, to grow with, to love on. And we will do it together and you will be amazing, because I know how much you already love her. Don’t ever doubt that.”

Your words slowly made both of you cry. This was the first time Harry shared any doubt in being a dad, and you were glad he shared. 

“Thank you- he sniffled holding your side- I’m glad I have you. Also, because... I have no idea how to change a diaper”

You laughed out “What?! Good thing I put us in classes, because I refuse to do poopies.”

“What do you mean refuse? you’re her mother.”

“Yeah, and you’re her father. I’m the one that’s going to be feeding her from my boob at 3 am!” you shoved him gently, laughing

“Okay points there actually”

You came back to his side “But, going back to it, you are going to be amazing, and I don’t want you to doubt that. Thank you for sharing that.”

“Always. I vowed to be honest with you.”

“That you did…. you also vowed to change poopies.”

“I did not! You !”

“Yes, it’s actually on the bottom of our marriage certificate.”

“That’s a lie! Not you actually saying that- Harry reached down to your stomach and put his hands on either side- Your mother is lying don’t listen to this fuckery”

“Harry! Language! She can hear you” You smacked your hands on top of his

“Right, I’m sorry young lady, your daddy is being stupid right now”

“That’s still a bad word!”

“No, it’s not!

“Is to”

“No!”

“Yes!”

Harry stood on his knees folding you to lay on your back. He hovered over you and kissed your smiling lips trying to ~kindly~ shut you up.

You pushed him up, “Are you asserting dominance to shut me up?”

“What? No, never. Me? Why would you ever think that”

“Oh cheeky Mr. Styles. I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“You are going to be the best daddy.”

[venuslore]

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑

the name's vee!

mid-twenties. she/her/hers. bi. infp-t. libra. australian. hufflepuff. losercore gamer girl. hopeless romantic. lover of all things watermelon flavoured. people pleaser. proactive procrastinator. anxious lil bug. obsessor of fictional characters with daddy issues and calling middle-aged men babygirl.

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current objects of my desires ; steve harrington (always) , coriolanus snow , conrad fisher , peeta mellark , joel miller , sebastian sallow.

previously known as ; faeology , solarluvs , ahoymayfield , runawaymunson , euthoricspidey , wanturvideo .

some things i love

movies/tv shows ; stranger things , the hunger games , the summer i turned pretty , cyberpunk: edgerunners , outer banks , yellowjackets , marvel cinematic universe , the artful dodger , the wizarding world , star wars , heartstopper , the witcher , bridgerton , disenchantment , scott pilgrim vs the world , avatar , scream , twilight , free guy , lisa frankenstein , marmalade .

video games ; the sims 4 , cyberpunk 2077 , animal crossing , life is strange , baldur’s gate 3 , dreamlight valley , resident evil , the last of us , grand theft auto , the dark pictures , detroit: become human , star wars jedi , bully , alice: madness returns , house party , fnaf , fortnite .

music ; djo , may-a , paramore , lany , wallows , emei , boygenius , dominic fike , between friends , spacey jane , catfish and the bottlemen , robinson , bad suns , sabrina carpenter , driver era , angus & julia stone , gorillaz , tate mcrae , jade lemac , dua lipa , lizzy mcalpine , halsey , gracie abrams , royel otis , benson boone .

ᰔ some mutuals you should check out ᰔ

@amorchai , @lovebugcody , @bruisedboys , @corrodedcorpses , @bcyhoods , @moremaybank , @tinyluvs , @inkluvs , @thyme-in-a-bubble , @fxllfaiiry , @oncasette , @ghostlyfleur , @arctvrvs , @inklore , @websterss , @midniteluv , @anqeliclust , @rafesmuse , @bradshawed , @cosmicanakin !

[animelover20]

I find it funny that everyone within the world of one piece finds Bartolomeo annoying or just straight up hate him but

Everytime I see him all I can think of is how he's babygirl

despite everyone finding him annoying if I met the strawhats irl I would probably act the same🥲❤️

I love the bbygirl watermelon🥹

(also sorry about the audio idk wtf happened)

[simcardiac-arrested]

Woe! More excuses to talk about things you like here!

uweuhgghgughghhhhh i love all of my friends' ocs so MUCHHHHH it;s insane. tney are all super popular tumblr blorbos to me when in reality only like 3 ppl know them. but idk they're always so good and i always get so invested and i loveee hearing about them. adn i love finding parallels and analyzing shit and then see my friends go YEA U GET IT!!!! Like of course i get it babygirl i was born to understand your visions etc etc. especially my close friends' ocs they are all like on the same level to me as lancer deltarune. like those are all my faves. my #1 blorbos im their biggest fan. i love thinking about them i loveeee hearing about them i love reading about them or seeing art of them and i love drawing them. badly. my best friend will get shy and will be like Sorry i didnt send you these notes about my ocs earlier i wasnt sure if they made sense. and it's like. my dearest of friends if you sent me your oc notes and all it said was just tyler likes watermelons i would fucking start celebrating and jumping around like it's my birthday. i love crumbs of information Just for me. He's like my own child

[eddiesbug]

thewritingbabe’s 600 celebration!!

hiya lovies! thank you all so much for 600 followers, i adore each and every one of you so much<33 so, to celebrate i am holding a little celebration to thank you all and hopefully have some fun and interact :33

any aus and dark concepts are welcome, i will tag everything accordingly! and have fun, don’t be nervous to ask literally anything you can think of, i love talking to you all<33

it starts right now so fire away lovelies!!<33

cherry🍒 ➺ mini musings - send me a scenario/thought and a character(s) and i’ll write a little something! (can be nsfw but pls specify so i don’t write it wrong!!)

strawberry🍓 ➺ fmk - give me 3 characters and i’ll tell you whether i’d fuck, marry or kill/kiss them!!

watermelon🍉 ➺ moodboards - send me a character(s) and a vibe/aesthetic and i’ll make a moodboard!!

kiwi🥝(18+) ➺ p!rn links - send me a nsfw concept + a character and i’ll tag a p!rn link that i think matches! or send me a link and i’ll match it to a character + scenario!!

peach🍑 ➺ dialogue - send me a concept/image/video/p!link + a character and i’ll write a dialogue that i think fits

mango🥭 ➺ songs - send me a song and i’ll give you a scenario that i think fits with it!

pineapple🍍 ➺ ship me! - send me some info about yourself, your interests, likes/dislikes, gender, sexuality etc and i’ll ship you with a character (tell me your preferred fandom please!!

tagging some for reach (pls share!!) @mad-elia @amazingarfield @falcqns @cherienymphe @morwap @jamespottersmommy @buckyshattergirl @starksbabie @sxriusblxck @beaucherie @bellatrixscurls @purple-babygirl

[cryptophasia-nabros]

Alfred F. Jones is California Girl.

He can't see that unicorn but babygirl loves animals and will do right by it!

"California has granted a little girl a first-of-its-kind license to own a unicorn, provided the 7-year-old can find one. She had to agree to provide nourisment like watermelon, exposure to sunlight, moonbeams and rainbows, and polish its horn with a soft cloth."

[nil-the-glitch]

:shyheavy: AAAAAAAAAA- *implodes of gæ*

Love when this is what my inbox looks like tbh. Sexyman Blorbo me. I wanna see Nillethar Big Naturals memes popping up and I outrank Gandalfs thotty ass. 3 seconds later it's a comic of me slowly spiraling into homicidal madness born of trauma only a few can truly understand like the true babygirl skrungly I am. And then fanart of me crushing a watermelon with my thighs. Immerse me in the tumblr fan culture like Achilles being dipped in by his ankle and I will emerge with glory unknown to man thus far.

[yoonlattesworld]

My pretty girls

Helloooo my lovelies! This cute request was by cute @teluki 😙 thank you for requesting honey! I hope you like it💕

Yoongi masterlist

Main masterlist

Husband yoongi x wife reader : feat your little daughter

Summary: nothing much just a cute not so small drabble of yoongi braiding your and his daughter's hair

Kind of a part 2 fussy babies

Genre: fluff,fluff and more fluff!

No warnings

Author's pov

"Mmmm yoon?" You whispered as you were woken up by the feeling of someone caressing your face "hey babygirl " his deep voice was heard before you slowly opened your eyes to be greeted by the sight of your husband laying besides you while leaning his head against his palm and smiling down at you "hi" you whispered snuggling into him as he chuckled and wrapped his arms around you "are you feeling okay? You don't usually sleep at this time" he said glancing at the clock which signaled it was 3:30 in the noon,you can hear the concern in his voice as he continued caressing your hair "I'm fine. My head was hurting a little so i took a nap with Ae cha" suddenly, your eyes snapped open "where is she?" Yoongi shushed you gently and made you lay down again "behind you baby" he whispered and you relaxed turning around to see your 2 year old daughter sleeping soundly. Smiling softly, you turned towards her and pressed a kiss on her head while yoongi's hand found its place on your stomach, rubbing it softly "this one is a little more naughty than Ae cha" you giggled nodding as he pressed a kiss on your neck. It was really true because when you were pregnant with Ae cha,you weren't feeling this sick all the time. But now it seems like the second baby is going to be a little hard.

Both of your attention was diverted towards the little girl who suddenly woke up "mommy" she sat up slowly and crawled in between you both "hey baby" you whispered smiling as she snuggled into her father's chest "hey sweetheart, did you sleep well" she nodded a big yawn escape her pouty lips as yoongi fixed her hair which were falling all over her chubby face "mommy hungy" you nodded starting to get up "do you want to eat some watermelon?" She nodded immediately but before you could get up,yoongi stopped you by holding your arm and you looked at him confused as he made you lay down again "lay down baby. I will take care of her" he said kissing your forehead "but-" "no buts sweetheart. Now stay here and read your book. Do you want to eat something?" You shaked your head and he nodded getting up while Ae cha placed a kiss on your cheek making you smile. Yoongi fluffed your hair before carrying a babbling Ae cha in his arms nodding to her every word. You sighed and rubbed your belly softly before stretching your hand to take your book from the nightstand.

After half an hour,the bedroom door was opened causing you to look up and a bright smile made its way on your lips at the sight in front of you. Ae cha was walking inside with a bowl of watermelon but what took your attention was her hair which were prettily braided. Even though she was just 2 years old, she has really long hair which she got from you. You remember how yoongi loved braiding your long silky hair before you went to work everyday. "Hey baby! You are looking so pretty " she smiled shyly and mumbled "thank you mommy " when yoongi came behind her,he took the bowl from her hand as she crawled on the bed and towards you as you opened your arms. Sitting on your lap you touched her braid smiling as she took the bowl from her dad and placed it on her lap while yoongi smiled fondly looking at you both "did dadda made your hair?" She nodded excitedly making you smile and look at yoongi "mmmm he did a great job didn't he?" "Yes!" Yoongi cleared his throat feeling a little shy under your and his daughter's loving gaze "mommy he can do your hair too!" You raised an eyebrow looking at yoongi who nodded "well if mommy wants than i don't have any problem " he shrugged while Ae cha looked at you eagerly nodding her head "okay then where do you want me yoongs" yoongi climbed on the bed and placed his hand on your shoulder rubbing it. "No need to get up just scoot a little " you nodded and moved forward with Ae cha still on your lap and yoongi sat behind you.

You had slept with your hair loose so they had got a little tangled so taking the brush yoongi parted your hair in two sections and started untying all the knots with the comb gently making sure not to pull too much. While doing so he smiled listening to you both talking in your own little world. After all the knots were removed he collected all your hair and started braiding it like he has been doing since the last 7 years. All the while Ae cha kept talking, telling you all her stories , not forgetting to feed you the fruit that she cut with her father for you. Yoongi tapped your back lightly to stop you from moving your head "stay still baby" you mumbled a small apology and chewed the fruit listening to your daughter babbling . Both you and Ae cha's favorite fruit is watermelon. After yoongi was done,he nodded to himself proudly looking at his work "all done" he whispered kissing your neck and tickled your waist making you giggle. He turned you around and his eyes softened. His eyes were filled with pure love and adoration as both you and Ae cha looked at him smiling brightly with matching braids and his gaze shifted to your stomach for a moment making his eyes even more soft"Dadda how do we look?" He leaned down and kissed Ae cha's head and pecked your lips mumbling "so beautiful " smiling fondly when you both giggled he couldn't help but take you both in his arms,holding you both tightly. He laid down with your head on his chest and Ae cha's small body half on the bed and half on his torso.

Rubbing your waist softly he let out a content sigh and held you both just a little more tighter. And yoongi has no idea that in a few months, he will be braiding one more little girl's hair.

[hoboal87]

Baby Mine

Title: Baby Mine

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Characters: Sam Winchester, Reader, Jody, Alex, Claire, Bobby

Word Count: 1600+

Summary: You and Sam prepare for the birth of your son.

Warnings: post 15 x 20, fluff, implied dom/sub relationship, non-graphic descriptions of labor, breastfeeding.

A/N: This is my super late entry into @superbadassnatural​‘s #333 badass followers challenge. My prompts are “I didn’t expect it to be this big,” and “this is disgusting”

A/N 2: This is set in the same universe as “The Tie,” and “Carry On,” but it can be read as a stand-alone.

No Beta, all mistakes are mine. I have tense issues, I know.

My Full Masterlist

Miracle’s head lies on your lap as you do your best to remain calm. You can feel the wetness of her nose against the small sliver of your exposed belly. It was unseasonably warm for South Dakota in the spring, and if you could’ve you would’ve been walking around naked all the time. Growing a Winchester has not been an easy task, and your doctor informed you at your last check up the baby will be at least 9 lbs.

Nine. Freaking. Pounds. You’re going to be pushing a nine pound baby out of your body, and Sam was already talking about having another one in a few years! You can’t even imagine wanting to go through all this again. Even though Jody and the mothers you’ve befriended over the last few months have assured you, that you’ll forget about all the bad, all the sickness, all the discomfort you’ve been feeling the second the baby’s born.

A clattering from your bedroom pulls you out of your head, giving you a moment of reprise. Sam’s muffled swears have you giggling as he frantically tries to pack your hospital bag. Jody had advised you to pack one over a month ago, but you and Sam had been so focused on making sure the nursery was ready, as well as warding your home, that you hadn’t gotten around to it yet.

Another grunt comes from the hall as Sam seemingly runs into your bathroom, and then into the nursery, where the baby's coming home outfit was luckily laid out on the changing table. By the time Sam makes it back into the living room, he’s nearly out of breath, eyes falling on you as your face scrunches in pain.

You’ve been in the early stages since last night, but you’d woken up to much more intense contractions a few hours ago. Sam takes your hand in his as you wince as a contraction rolls through you. He eyes the watch on his wrist, Dean’s watch, keeping track of the duration and time between each wave of pain.

“Y/N,” Sam whispers, calming himself when your eyes connect to his. “I think it’s time.”

“Alex said 5 minutes,” you huff, rubbing your swollen belly and giving him a pained smile. Having a nurse in the family was the best thing you could ever ask for. Alex, on the other hand, probably wishes she wasn’t, especially after Sam started calling her in the middle of the night with the most ridiculous questions that you’d ever heard of. You’d finally gotten him to stop, apologizing to Alex for another 3 a.m. frantic phone call about the possibility of the baby being born extra appendages.

Once Sam had adjusted to the news of your pregnancy, he dove deep into research, not that you were expecting anything else from him. Parenting magazines cover your coffee table, multiple books on pregnancy and birth are stacked on his bedside table, and he’d watched every youtube video relating to pregnancy and taking care of a newborn.

“I know, but baby we’re getting there. You’ve gone from 10 minutes to 7 in the last hour. The parenting book said–” You roll your eyes, your inner brat coming to the surface after months of being stifled. “Babygirl,” Sam tone changes, and you instantly relax at the phrase you haven’t heard in nearly a year. “Don’t think I haven’t been keeping track of all the punishments you’ll be getting as soon as you can handle it.”

It's just the distraction you need, and your eyes divert to the car seat against the wall.

Sam had tried and failed twice already on installing the carrier in the back seat of the Impala, spewing profanity as you watched, chuckling from the front porch. After nearly an hour, Sam gave up on the car seat, and joined you on the porch, his hand splaying softly over stomach. He leaned over, and placed a sweaty kiss on your lips, it was moments like those that Jody told you to cherish; and both you and Sam made it a point to do so.

“Then you better figure out how to properly install that in the back seat,” you sass.

An annoyed laugh leaves Sam as he glares at the yet-to-be defeated carrier, hesitating now to leave your side.

“It can wait.”

“It really can’t, babe,” you chuckle softly.

It’s less than an hour later that you and Sam pull up to Sioux Falls General Hospital. He’s holding you steady as you waddle towards the check-in desk. An orderly appears with a wheelchair, and wheels you away as Sam hands over all of your pre-registered paperwork. Alex is by your side before you realize it, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. She helps you dress into a hospital gown, and Sam rejoins you just as you take a seat on the bed.

Sam watches helplessly as your face contorts as another contraction rolls through your body. You squeeze his hand tightly, sure that you’re leaving crescent-shaped marks on him. This one is different than the others, it’s more intense, and longer-lasting than the others had been.

“Y/N, look at me, baby, you’re doing so good,” Sam praises as you whimper through the contraction. Sam leans forward and presses a kiss on your forehead as the pain subsides. “You’re so strong, Y/N.”

“I didn’t expect it to be that big.”

Five hours later, you’re cradling your newborn son against your chest. Sam’s behind you, whispering praises in your ears and holding you tight against him. You present your breast to the babe, encouraging him to latch on, and to your delight he does so quickly. Sam makes a joke about how Dean was always a boob man, and you comment how his namesake must’ve inherited his predilection as well.

Sam tenses behind you, and you quickly realize your mistake. Dean was always on your mind, and moreso Sam’s, but you rarely, if ever, said his name out loud. It seemed to pain Sam to hear his brother’s name, so you avoided it as much as you could. But now the baby is here, and you wonder if it's a good idea to name him after the fallen Winchester.

Sam’s hands are wrapped around your still swollen center, and you turn your face to his. Tears are escaping from his hazel eyes, and when they meet your Y/E/C ones, he gives you a small smile.

“We don’t have to name him Dean,” you offer, even though you honestly couldn’t think of a more fitting name for your son. “If you don’t–”

“It’s not that, baby,” he sighs, wiping at the fallen tears. “I just– I miss him. Dean should– he should be here. He should be here to meet our son.”

You nod, and focus your attention back on the newborn, suckling gently at your breast. One of Sam’s hands leaves your stomach, and his fingers brush against the infant’s soft skin, remarking that he’d never seen a baby with so much hair, and that he looked so small. You chuckle, and remind him that if he had to push a nine-pound watermelon out of his body, he wouldn’t think it was small.

Sam concedes, unable to contain his laughter, and the brief tension that was in the room disappears and doesn’t return. After little Dean is finished, you and Sam take turns counting his fingers and toes, cooing at your son as you take in all his features.

A nurse returns, and you reluctantly let her take Dean away to be properly cleaned, weighed and measured. She instructs both you and Sam to sleep while you can, joking that you’ll be getting very little from now on. Thanks to Sam being a human incubator you curl up against him and let all of the exhaustion from the last 24 hours finally catch back up to you.

You're woken by Sam a few hours later, informing you that Jody, the girls, and Bobby are outside. Sam slips from behind you, and disappears out of the room for a moment before returning with your found family. Jody’s eyes are filled with tears, throwing her arms around you, congratulating you as Bobby claps Sam on the back.

The same nurse returns with Dean as everyone settles in their places around the room. Jody instantly fawns over the baby caressing his chubby cheeks before allowing Sam to pick him up and hand him over to her.

Jody makes a solid promise to spoil the boy rotten. Claire’s body language changed when Alex handed baby Dean over, and after a few minutes, didn’t want to seem to let him go. Bobby becomes impatient as Claire refuses to pass the baby on. Finally, Sam steps in, plucking the baby from her arms, and walking over to Bobby.

“You ready to meet your grandson?” Sam asks, and a smile you’d never seen before appears on Bobby’s face. Sam places the swaddled baby into Bobby’s arms, and you’re sure you see a tear slip down his cheek.

“Looks like he’s takin’ after his momma,'' Bobby laughs. “Lucky boy, hopefully you won’t be an idjit like your daddy and uncle,” he sends you a playful wink. “Just know you ain’t alone, kid. You got more people who will love and protect you than any other kid in the world.”

“Did you tell ‘em?” You ask, trying to move into a slightly more comfortable position.

“Tell us what?” Jody asks from the chair beside your bed.

“Y/N and I, we want you and Bobby to be his godparents. If anything were to ever happen to us, we want you to take care of him.”

“Well, maybe you can tell us his name first,” Claire pipes up, and you hadn’t even realized that you hadn’t told them yet.

“Dean,” Sam eyes his son still in Bobby’s arms. “Dean Robert Winchester.”

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[staywritten]

In The Moment│Bang Chan

In The Moment│Bang Chan

Synopsis: Chan can’t always be with you because of work, but he does get to live those little intimate moments with photos 

Genre: Smut, fluff, one shot

Word Count: 2037

Inspired by: https://prettylixie.tumblr.com/post/624671319185866752/i-feel-like-aussie-line-likes-to-take-post-sex

To call this a rut or a rough patch was being generous. Chan felt like he was in an artistic hole. He’d been at it for the entire weekend, only leaving the studio to work out and try to maintain some form of normalcy. He hadn’t seen you or his members for a few days, save the times Felix and and Changbin stopped by to bring him food.

This particular night was the hardest on him. 

He’d done everything he could to power through finishing the track, but it just wasn’t right. It wasn’t that it was missing something. It was missing everything. 

He distracted himself for about an hour and a half by hopping on live with Baby Stays but now that it’s ended it was right back to reality. Sitting in the studio alone and listening to his own thoughts. The same 30 sec sample playing over and over. 

He pinched his nose bridge and let out an exasperated sigh. He told himself he wasn’t going anywhere until the beat was done, that way he can reward himself with sleep and make the guide the day after. 

He grabbed his phone for the first time all night. He had a tendency of putting his phone on airplane mode to limit his distractions and the influx of texts from his members, manager and you telling him to go home. He knew he needed to sleep but he also had work to do and there were too many people counting on him for him to sleep.

Unlocking his phone his eyes softened at his home screen. It’d been so long since he looked at it he almost forgot you were his background. A smile graced his features as he stared at the intimate photo. You completely blissed out after he spent all night making love to you. You cuddled against his bare chest, pressing a kiss to his jaw. He traced your features by memory, the softness of your skin he longed for, how’d you warm under his touch. Your moans and sweet nothings that reminded him he was worth loving. 

He wanted to go home to you. To bundle you in his arms and make love to you until you couldn’t walk. But right not that was a distraction he couldn’t afford. 

Photos would have to do for now. 

Buried in his camera roll he looked at an album he dedicated to you. Each photo capturing a moment he wished he could relive. You on all fours for him, you under him, you desperately grabbing at the wall to hold balance. You looked so beautiful, your neck covered in love bites and bruises, face flushed, mouth open moaning in lust. “My beautiful Babygirl…”

A particular favorite of his was one with you under him, clenching the sheets as he pounded into you. Your face contorting from pleasure. He smirked looking at the photo, his hand spanning over your neck as he took you. Anytime he looked at these photos he remembered it like it was yesterday. He’d just gotten back from a two month world tour and you were his first stop. He just couldn’t stop kissing you that night. Anywhere and everywhere. You had to wear a turtleneck for a solid week to hide his love bites. The photos that followed that particular night were his favorite. 

He managed to capture your face right as you came with him. He loved that look on you. So vulnerable and soft and needy for him. He could still hear your voice, your desperate pleads and little I love yous. How his name had never sounded as sweet unless he heard it coming from your lips. 

He swiped the photo and the brightest smile grazed his features. His cheek dimpled seeing you. You were fucked out and beautiful from the afterglow. The most adorable little pout on your lips as you held the blanket to your chest. You couldn’t walk because of how sore he made you and there was nothing more satisfying than knowing he fucked you that hard. He groaned, rubbing his temples realizing just how much he missed you. 

There were countless photos and videos, each one bringing a smile to his face. He wasn’t sure if he’d call it a kink perse’ but he sure did love taking photos of you post sex. There was just this level of intimacy he could manage to freeze in time and he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t always be with you since his job was so demanding but this way he could play pretend. 

He was shaken from his thoughts the moment he saw your name pop on his phone. “Hi Baby” he smiled softly “I was just thinking about you”

You yawned “Stop thinking about me, and come be with me Chris” your voice, laced in sleep. 

He chuckled. “You know I would if I could”

“Then do it” you pouted, rubbing your eyes awake. “You wanna explain to me why you went on Vlive at 3am? Why aren’t you sleeping?”

“I’m working on something, I’ll go to bed as soon as I finish”

“I know you Christopher Bang. You’re not going to sleep. You’re gonna overwork yourself and make yourself sick”

“Baby please… I don’t wanna fight… I just wanna hear your voice”

“I don’t wanna fight either” you pouted, sitting up in your bed, pressing your back against your headboard. “I wanna make love to my boyfriend so hard he has no choice but to sleep... I wanna cover him in kisses and cuddles... I just want you home”

He smiled to himself “I want that...”

“Then come home…” you whispered quietly, part of you wishing he didn’t hear you just to avoid another argument. He released a heavy sigh, raking his hand through his hair. His frustration was so obvious, and his nurturing self sacrificial personality was getting the best of him. “Chris..?”

“Hm?” he answered absently. 

“I’m going on a strike.” your tone light to try and distract him from his souring mood, he could practically hear you pout.

He chuckled bemused by your antics. “Oh? And what are your demands?”

“I demand you have a full nights of sleep, a mental health day, and a night of cuddles, and until you comply with my demands I’m going on a sleep strike”

“Baby.” his voice stern. “Go to bed.”

You smirked, making yourself comfortable “No.” 

“Don’t make me-”

“What? Come home and force me to go to bed? That would mean you’d have to acknowledge that sleep is important and for you to get out of the studio”

“I’m not having this conversation again. I have to get back to work, Good night Baby-”

“Chris… don’t just go…”

“Go to bed. I love you” he hung up the phone before rubbing his temples, his shoulders slumping.

In protest against your boyfriend you stayed up a little longer busying yourself with scrolling through your social media. You were probably at it for about an hour before the sound of your front door opening scared you out of your daze.

You hopped out of bed and grabbed your bat behind your door. Slowly opening the door you prepared to swing your bat at the figure. “Ahhh! What are you doing?!” Chris yelled, catching a glimpse of you winding up your swing. Hearing a familiar yell you released a heavy sigh, and lowered your bat. 

“Chris!? What are you doing here?!” you flipped on a light switch and slumped from the adrenaline. 

“Why do you have a bat? You don’t play baseball?” he placed his hand over his racing heart. 

And then it dawned on your that after weeks of working your boyfriend was finally in front of you in the flesh. Dropping the bat you ran into his arms. Luckily his reflexes were still as sharp as ever as he caught you. “You’re home!” you beamed. 

“I’m home” he chuckled, holding you up in his arms and carrying you into the bedroom. He took a seat at the foot of your bed, holding you on his lap. Cupping your face he pulled you into a sweet kiss. You could taste the familiar watermelon juice on his lips as he deepened it. His hand tangling itself in your hair as he kissed you. You gasped into it, playfully biting his bottom lip while eyeing him. “Mmm… I missed this” he whispered huskily against your skin. His dark brown eyes taking in all of you. “You still haven’t explained to me why you have a bat” he chuckled. 

“Oh it was a gift from Seungmin and Minho since they worried about me living alone” 

His eyes softened as he looked at you. Part of that broke his heart. He loved that his members took care of you, like you were their own sister. Felix often told him how he’d help you run errands to the grocery store, or Changbin would walk you home from work late at night when he couldn't leave the studio. But this cut a little deeper. You didn’t live alone. You lived with him. The two of you got this apartment together. And yet his presence there was fleeting. 

“Chris?” you frowned, smoothing out the furrow in his brow, evidence of his overthinking. 

“You know I love you right?”

“Of course I do” you frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“I just think I've been doing a shit job at showing it...But I do love you… You’re my lifeline”

“I know Chris… It’s work I understand… You have priorities”

“You are always my priority” his thumb gently caressed your cheek as he laid back into bed, pulling you into bed with him. “I love you” he whispered against your skin, peppering you with kisses, his sweet I love you's following each one. 

He tugged off your large nightshirt while continuing to worship your body with kisses. His finger tips tracing down your body, making you shiver. He cupped and massage your breast before following through with taking the hardened bud between those full beautiful lips you loved. Your head fell back into the pillows as he playfully teased you.

Removing his own shirt he tossed it haphazardly to the ground. “I love you…” he trailed his kisses lower, down your stomach, past your panties. His long, dexterous fingers disappearing inside the cotton. “You’re already so wet for me…”

“Chris it’s been so long since I could have you…” you whined. He looked up at you , a grin on his mouth as he tugged your panties off and buried his face deep inside you. His tongue delving deeper as his free hand worked your breast. He’d occasionally catch a glimpse of you. Your eyes shut in pleasure as you bit your hand to hold your moans back.

“Let me hear you… I love your voice Baby...Please?” he worked your clit over miraculously, making you so sensitive to his touch. He took out his phone seeing a familiar look on your face. You were so close. He knew that look well. “May I Babygirl?” he asked before hitting record. Whining you nodded, begging for him to continue. “Hm? What was that? I couldn’t quite catch that?” he gave you a cheeky look. 

“Chris yes, just please” your back arched against the mattress desperate to reach your orgasm, as you moved your hips to cause friction on your own.

“I got you Baby” he smiled moving his thumb against your clit a bit hard. This time he was able to record the exact moment you came. Your labored breaths getting more shallow and desperate as you inch closer, begging for him with every fiber of your being. 

He knew that this moment would be one that he’d cherished and he was glad he was able to capture your voice and watched as you came from his fingers. 

And as much as he adored these videos and photos of you there was nothing quite like the moment in real life. 

End

Just a little scene because I was so inspired by that ask I saw on @prettylixie’s page. All credit to them and that anon that planted that idea in my head and I couldn’t sleep until I wrote it.

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