#but yea going from that to coming home to a warm house and a big smile and a cozy shared bed. OUGH

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

In all honesty I think we all share that one desire that Howdy has.

To get a nice, warm hug from Barnaby after a long hard day. Something about having a pair of big burly arms wrapped around you to squeeze all the cares of the day away just sounds like heaven.

god. fuck. Yeag....

[sanzuscumwhore]

Ft. Baji keisuke

Warning: cousin incest, manipulation, guilt tripping, clit sucking, marking, no protection, PiV sex, baji being a bitch, bimbo reader, (one sided?), praising.

You flashed your auntie an adorable smile when she complimented you about your pink dress. "Tha-thank you Mrs.baji" "aii look at you, you've grown up so much!" Grown up? You looked like a big girl now, you giggled at the thought. Big girl.. yay!

"I hope it wasn't a trouble coming." Mrs.baji said with a hesitant expression "not at all!" Your mom chimed in "we wouldn't miss your house warming party for the world!" You mom continued. Mrs baji chuckled, "oh! Y/n dear, won't you go see kei?" Your smile dropped at the thought of him. You nodded your head no, "I'm sure he's busy- I wouldn't want to trouble him" your voice slowly growing faint. "Don't be silly! You two love playing with each other- remember the times where you'd be in his room all day playing, and wouldn't even want to go home" yea, right- 'playing'. You let out a nervous chuckle but thankfully both the older women were pulled by other guests. You sighed out of relief. 'Need water' you went to their kitchen to get a cup of water cause all of a sudden your throat went dry.

You took out a cup from the cupboard and filled it. "What do we have here~" your blood went cold at his voice, you turned around but got startled at how close he was. "He-hey i-itoko-san" you gulped, he flashed you his infamous grin which showed his sharp fangs. "Well hello there baby cousin~" His breath fanning over your ears. He was always so, so much taller than you. And his muscular frame, his huge hands, his long hair dropping over his broad shoulders, his bruised knuckles it made you so wet. He licked his lips "why didn't you come over to me hmm? Do you not like me anymore?" He said with a hurt expression. But in his mind he knew it was all a facade. You gasped, "no! Kei you know I'd never be like that... its just that-" "it's what huh?" He said a little louder, which scared you. You remember his reputation when he was a teen, buring cars, stripping people and beating them up. "No-no I just thought-" "hmp your not my favourite cousin anymore!" He mentally cringed at himself when he said that, you'd always be his favourite, forever no matter what. "Wha-what?" He smirked. Gotcha. Now he just had to play a little mean, but he knows his mean demeanor gets you so wet. "I'm going to c/n, she's more nicer than you" your breath hitched. You never liked c/n, she was always so mean and said nasty things to you. He rolled his eyes and walked away, you grabbed his muscular forearm "don-don't say that! I'm sorry" you mumbled your apology though he heard it. His grin reached both his ears. "Ok then.. prove it" He leaned in towards you at the perfect point to see you cleavage. The pink dress was so skimpy, didn't you realise it? He'd been starting at you all night. Hoping you'd come over to your 'kei' and greet him cutely like always. "How?" You asked looking up at him with your glossy eyes. Fuck he could feel his cock hardening in his pants, you were always go eager to please him, he found it so damn cute. "Let's play" you gulped. "Do-do we have to?" Huh? What was wrong with you today? You were always os eager to play with him, to let him use you. "So you don't like me huh!" Your eyes widen "NO! i-ill play" you blushed when he smiled.

Baji took you to his room, it was so much bigger than his previous one. He took your hands which made you a blushing mess, you were so ashamed of yourself on how you blushed and got wet with your older cousin. "Ok since you look so cute today ill let you choose, doctor or fire fighter " you bit your lower lips, you looked cute? He was always so good with his words. "Doc- Doctor" you saw Baji smile "Alright then, let's play~"

"Is everything ok doc?" You said nervously "hmmm" Baji continue inspecting you pussy. It was so hard- for him to not make out with your cute clit, to just shove his fat cock in and make you cum all over his cock, like he used to. Back then too you were so eager to make him happy, oh how you let him use you to his disposal. You remember eveytime you came over he'd take you to his room and use you, after wards he'd cuddle you and that's why you never left his room. You liked how he held you. You even let his friends use you! Mikey made you cum so hard with his cock in your asshole, and chifuyu made you feel so good when you sat on his face. All because Baji told you to do so.

"Ok so ms.l/n does it hurt over here?" Smug bastard asked you with his fingers rubbing tight circles on your clit. "Ngh~ ye-yesss~ doc" you bit your lower lips to contain your moans from spilling out. "As I thought, don't worry I have a cure" Baji grinned looking at your blissful expression. "Pleaseee doc~ make me feel better.. it hurts" Baji nodded. "Don't worry I'll make you feel so, so much better"

"Ahh~ ooh~ doooc~ feels good~" Baji continously sucked your swollen clit, with his nose resting on your mound. He let go of your clit with a pop "you ready pretty~" he asked. You blushed when he called you pretty. You nodded, Baji stood between your legs as he undressed himself. His tanned abs, his muscular pecs, his strong biceps, his even more muscular thighs, he was so dreamy, you loved your cousin soo much. "Alrighty then! Your turn" His voice encouraged. Your panties were already under his pillow, so you took off your pink dress revealing your cutesy pink bra which had a bow in the middle. He roughly grabbed your bra tearing it off. You gasped "be-be a little gentle kei-" he just rolled his eyes at you. He grabbed your ankles, pulling you towards him. "Y/n~ your so cute, your like my cute little pet~" he pinched your perked nipples. "Ngg~ you think I'm cute?" You asked with your voice shivering "the cutest~ not only cute but really pretty tooy/n-chan" you turned red with his words covering your face with your hands. "Now, now why you gettin' so shy on me, you love playing with me remember" you nodded when he took your hands off your face pinning it above your head with his one hand. "So why so cold to me? You don't hate me do yaa?" He paused before he put on a feverish face "wait? Did you tell auntie about what we play?!" He asked looking a little concerned. "No... you told me not to say anyone" he breathed in relief. "G-good, don't tell anyone okay? Otherwise we won't get to play anymore and we won't get to see each other, you don't want that... do you?" Your eyes widen, not being able to see kei? You'd probably die. You shook your head frantically. He smiled "See, your so nice to me, your such good girl" you bit your lower lips when he said that. "Now.. let's play ok~"

"Fuck you feel so fucking tight princess~ so good fo'me" he grunted. You couldn't focus anymore, his thumb playing with your clit. His fat cock piercing you with no mercy. He let your hands wrap around his neck and his other hand wrapped tightly around your waist. He bit your neck and sucked dark red hickies. He pulled one of nipples with his teeth "such pretty nipples baby". Your make up that your mom did for you was running down your face. Your mascara running down your face, your lip gloss smeared every where even on bajis lips. "Ahh~ kei~ i- I love yoooou~" you moaned with your head thrown back, clinging on him. Baji grinned before letting out a grunt "i-i know baby- fuck- your gonna cum aren't ya? Can feel you clenching- ooh Fuck~" he pulled your hair and kissed your roughly, shoving his tongue down your throat. He looked down at where the two of you were connected and he almost came right then and there seeing the white ring forming around his cock. Your clung onto him more arching your back. "Hmmpf- feels so good kei~" you boosted his ego. He smirked holding you tightly, his pelvis snapping on yours. His thrusts started getting sloppy and before you knew it, you were shaking as you came all over his cock. He thrusted few more times and pulled out as he released his seeds on you tummy. He rolled off towards your side as you were panting "fuck, that was amazing" you nodded. He got up from his bed and gave you one of his shirts that was so dam big on you. Without showering or washing up, he came back to bed and pulled your small frame towards him. You hugged his large torso while he hugged you tight in his arms. "Hey tomorrow ken and mitsuya are coming over, you remember them right, well let them play with you ok." You happily nodded your head, anything to make your favourite cousin happy. He smiled "good girl, your still my small baby ok" it was clearly a statement and not a question. "Am not a big girl?" You asked looking up at him with your doe eyes. He let out a deep chuckled "nah, your my small little baby cousin" he kissed the top of your head. You hid your face in his bare chest in embarrassment. "But don't tell your mom ok, or you won't be favourite cousin anymore" you agreed, after all he is your favourite cousin, kei.

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[st6rrrs]

JUST AS FRIENDS RIGHT? - SARAH X READER

summary: Sarah comes up with an idea

Warnings: smut 18+, scissoring, cursing, oral sex, nipple play, fingering,etc..

A/n: I never wrote girl on girl before so be patient with me. Reader is mixed

Sarah’s family were on vacation in the Bahamas. Sarah didn’t want to go so she stayed in the outer banks.

She invited you over for the week so she wouldn’t have to be home alone in that big house at night.

You guys were watching a movie on her bed side by side, it was 1 in the morning. Surprisingly you guys weren’t tired at all.

“Are you getting tired yet?” Sarah ask

“Nope, are you?”

“Not really im kinda bored” Sarah sighs thinking of something to do

“Me too” you reach out to get more popcorn on Sarah’s night stand to eat.

“You wanna watch porn?” She yells out almost making you cough up your popcorn. What the hell made Sarah ask a question like that.

“Um….”

“Have you ever watched it before? I heeded my brother and his friends talking about it.” She ask

“No but there teenage boys of course they would watch shit like” you laugh

“Yea I heard them watching it too. It sounded nasty to say the least.” She says also laughing a little

You and Sarah were both virgins. Sarah was in a relationship with topper but they haven’t had sex yet.

“What did it sound like?” You ask curious

“Um.. it sounded wet and a lotttt of moans and groans.” She says with excitement kind of

You make a face of disgust as she talks about it but secretly you could feel your panties getting wet.

“Yea I don’t think I’m ready for that. I heard it hurts.” You say unconvinced you’ll ever have sex.

“Well not if you have it with a girl.” She looks me in the eye while she says this

Sarah has been really acting weird tonight. You don’t know what it is.

“Right..” you say avoiding eye contact

“I-I think we should try it.” She stutters

“Huh? Try what.” You ask confused

she looks hesitant at first but continues what she was saying

“I think we should have s-sex for fun.” She says nervously

Your mouth widens as you stare at her in shock but then you start to think about it.

“Just as friends you know, just to try it” she says again.

I mean as friends right and it wouldn’t hurt.

“Umm.. sure but as f-friends” you say still in shock

You see her eyes lighten as you accepted her offer.

“c-can I k-kiss you?” She ask

“Okay” you mumbled

She leans in and starts kissing you. After a while you start kissing her back and it turns into a full make out session. You feel Sarah’s hands rubbing up and down your body.

Sarah pulls away from the kiss and takes her shirt off along with her sweat pants, you do the same.

You guys were both now only in your underwear.

“Can I touch them” you look down at her boobs.

She nods. You swallow hard and go reach to touch them. They were soft and warm so you go down to suck on them.

Sarah moans and arches her back as you suck one of her nipples and play with the other. You gently pull off of her after a few minutes have passed

“I wish I had boobs like yours” you say wiping your mouth

“Are you kidding these things are a pain in my ass, they ruin all my outfits” she laughs and you laugh with her

All of a sudden she pushes you onto your back which makes you gasp in surprise. She spreads your legs open to pull down your underwear to see your wet pussy.

“Is this okay?” She ask

“Mhm”

She then buried her face in between your legs. She licks in between your folds and sucks on your clit while you squirm under her. You’re moving so much she has to hold your thighs down.

You never felt pleasure like this before. You let out a pornographic moan shocking you and Sarah that you could even do that.

Sarah continues to lick and suck on your clit to the point that’s all you could think about. Sarah then leaves your clit and starts fucking you with her tongue.

Where the fuck did she learn this.

“Fuck! Sarah right there!” You yell out

You then feel that feeling you couldn’t explain starting to build up like you were going to explode. Thats when Sarah’s pulls away and you groan out disappointed. Sarah gets up and wipes her mouth.

“You actually taste good”

You giggle nervously

“Thanks, that felt really good.” you say truthfully

“Thanks.” she giggles also

She then pushes your leg to the side and positions herself in between them.

“Fuck Sarah” you roll your eyes from pleasure as she begins to rub your guys wet pussies together.

“You feel so good” Sarah moans as she goes faster. You move against as well trying to get as much pleasure as possible.

Sarah stared down at the wet cunts rubbing together. You go to grab her boob while moans and whimpers leave both you and Sarah mouth.

You didn’t want to admit it but Sarah on top of you was only making you wetter than you already were.

You felt yourself getting closer and closer to this building up like sensation as Sarah went faster and faster.

“Fuck oh my god!!!” You yell

You then felt yourself cumming as you moan out loud by overstimulation. Sarah puts her hand over your mouth.

“Your g-gonna wake up the n-neighbors” she moans out also releasing at the same time as you.

After your guys high came down Sarah lays beside you on the bed.

“That was amazing.” You mumbled

Sarah laughs

“I told you it was a good idea.” She smirks at you.



[mischievousmoony]

𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜' ⟡ 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟸

⟢ james potter x black!reader (fem)

⟢ summary: after your parents cross the line, you and your older brother sirius find sanctuary at the potters'. however, things don’t go so smoothly at first . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ 3.6k

⟢ warnings/tags: abusive parents, james’ clothes are described as baggy on the reader, siblings fighting, fluff then angst

⟢ part 1 ⟡ part 2 ⟡ part 3 ⟡ masterlist

note: my writing's so rustyyyy the dialogue is so off but im so done editing. and this is gonna need a few more parts, i keep getting carried away.

The Potters' house was very different from yours. It was the first thing you noticed when you woke up. Back home, it felt like Grimmauld Place existed under a perpetual storm cloud. Here, sunshine cannot be escaped. The curtains were drawn closed, but light still filtered in from both sides, almost pleading for them to be opened so that it might do its duty of brightening the house.

Another thing you noticed were birds, who sang pretty songs from right outside your window. You can't remember ever hearing any birds outside your home, and there were plenty of trees for them to nest in. In fact, you started to believe that the aura of your house scared all living things away. Realistically, it was probably all of the yelling and screaming.

As you lie in an unfamiliar room and think of all the reasons why you preferred it over your own, three gentle knocks beat on your door. They sounded different than James' quick staccato, and nerves bubbled in your stomach because you couldn't guess who was on the other side.

You took a deep breath, told yourself that you didn’t have to be so on edge here, and called for the person to come in as you sat up. The knock pattern automatically filed itself away in your brain as belonging to Mrs. Potter. She walked in, carrying a silver tea tray.

"Good morning, dear. Sleep well?" She greeted you as she made her way to your bedside.

"Yes, Ma'am." You said politely.

"Oh, please call me Effie," she insisted as she placed the tray on the bedside table and moved to draw open your curtains. You imagined the sunshine saying thank you for finally letting it in.

“I’ve brought up some tea for you. I wasn't sure how you liked it, alas..." Effie waved her hand over the tray.

The tray had the basics: a teapot, sugar, and a small milk pitcher. However, Effie had also laid out various tea bags for you to choose from, along with some warm biscuits.

“Thank you,” you said in awe as you stared at the display. It was a simple tea setting, really, but the thoughtfulness still had you feeling choked up.

"I spoke with James this morning. May I?" Effie gestured to the edge of your bed, and you welcomed her to sit. "He woke Monty and me up at the crack of dawn, insisting that we let you and your brother stay permanently. Even had tears in his eyes. I tell you, that boy has his father’s big heart."

"Anywho, I nearly tossed a pillow at him for waking me up so early, as if I’d even consider an alternative! But I got to thinking, if James felt like we needed convincing, then we better make sure you and Sirius don’t feel any unease either.”

Effie reached for your hands that lay folded in your lap. “So,” she paused a moment to allow you the chance to shoo her off before placing her hand over yours. “I felt it was important to tell you personally that you are welcomed in this home and this family, assuming you’ll have us, for as long as you need us. That sounds like a good deal to you?”

You bit back tears, “Yea- yes. I think that sounds lovely.”

Effie smiled and squeezed your hands, “Can I give you a hug, dear?”

“Yes, please.” you croaked.

Effie wrapped her arms around you, and you let a few tears loose while she couldn’t see you, wiping them away with your thumb as soon as they appeared. The hug felt warm and unfamiliar, and you wondered if there was a time that your parents ever hugged you like this. If they did, you didn’t remember it.

From behind Effie’s back, you watched James waltz over through your blurry vision. He became distracted by the surprise that the bedroom door was already opened, eyeing it before anything else in the room as he leaned against the doorframe.

“Good morning, sunsh- Mum! You’re in here!”

Effie pulled back from you and craned her neck to look over her shoulder at her son, who was standing up as straight as a board in the doorway. She raised an eyebrow at him, sensing his sudden weirdness.

“I was just welcoming Y/N to our home, like we discussed. Are you alright, dear?” Effie tilted her head.

“‘m splendid, Mum.” James said it with a goofy smile, rocking back and forth on his heels.

She drew her eyebrows together and said, "Lovely, James. What can we do for you?"

"Me? Do for me?" James' eyes widened.

Effie shook her head, perplexed by her son’s reaction.

"I'm wondering what brings you here, James?"

"Ah. I was just in the area," James said, doing a poor job at acting casual. "Y'know, the upstairs... area. Uh, so I thought I'd say good morning... Good morning!"

You thought that this must be the kind of thing people face palm over.

“Hm,” Effie squinted at her son, studying him for a moment before deciding to worry about whatever that was later. She turned back towards you, “Anywho, this is your room now, so I hope it's to your liking. We can see about changing these sheets and painting the walls however you’d like-”

“It’s perfect!” You interrupted, looking bashful for doing so, but Effie didn't seem to mind.

“Well, feel free to customize it any other way. Any posters?” Effie offered.

"I didn't have time to grab that sort of thing,” you admitted, and immediately felt stupid for doing so. Effie clearly just wanted you to feel at home, and you felt like you were being a downer.

But if it phased Effie, she didn’t show it.

"Well then, that means we get to go buy some new ones, yeah?"

She gave your hands a final squeeze before standing up, saying, “I better let you wake up and enjoy the tea,” and walking towards the hall.

Effie affectionately patted James on the cheek as she passed him.

“Have you had breakfast, dear?”

“Mum!” James shrank away from her, his face growing hot. “I will in a minute!”

She tsked at him, gave his cheek one last pinch, and made her way out of the room. James hung from the doorframe into the hall to watch her go. When she was out of sight, he dipped into your room and shut the door silently behind him.

James' back pressed against the closed door as he shot you a toothy grin.

"Good morning, sunshine," he repeated.

You can't help but giggle at him while saying, "Good morning, Jamie."

As he walked over you, his smile slightly faded as a hint of sadness crept onto his face when he noticed your teary eyes.

One thing you loved about James was that he never resorted to any of those hollow phrases like "don't cry" or "stay strong" when he tried to make you feel better. Instead, he always concocted the perfect cure for the situation. Today, it was goofiness and a lot of kisses.

James made a big show of acting innocent as he approached. He whistled some tune and looked anywhere but you before he suddenly dived at you, embracing your waist with a gentle yet decisive sweep of his arms. He flung his body into the mattress, dragging you down with him. You yelped and chided him through laughter.

When you landed, you were tangled awkwardly—your body twisted so that your torso was on top of his, but his legs were draped over yours. James' arms were still wrapped tightly around your waist, keeping you trapped as he peppered kisses on your face. He kissed your cheeks and the corner of your eyes, then your eyelids, effectively kissing away any stray tears.

You were a fit of giggles by the time his lips reached the tip of your nose. Next up, he dipped his head to kiss each side of your mouth before finally capturing your lips with his. You giggled through the feathery kisses he pressed on your lips, and he couldn't help but follow in your footsteps as he smiled against you.

Soon, laughter overtook you both. Yet you remained close, with your noses brushing against each other and your foreheads pressed together, as your happy laughter filled the room.

Eventually, James' laughter began to die down. He removed one of his hands from your waist to help brush your hair back into place, it having gotten disheveled from his attack.

You settled down as well, letting the touch of his fingertips in your hair calm you. He took notice and continued running his fingers through your hair, even after it was all brushed out of your face.

For a peaceful moment, you gazed into his eyes, which were filled with admiration and mirrored your own. James watched as a glint of mischief suddenly sparkled in your eyes.

"So," you voiced.

"Mhm," he hummed.

"You've clearly never tried to hide something from your mum before."

"Why would I 'ave had to hide something from my mum before?" James pouted, briefly bringing your giggles back. "Only reason I haven't gushed to her about my beautiful girlfriend," James gave your waist a squeeze, "is 'coz she would have qualms with me lying to a friend."

"Oh, so I guess we better go tell Sirius then, yeah? I wouldn't want to make you lie to your dear mum, I like her." You teased, amused by James' eyes widening nervously.

You've talked about telling your brothers before, but it's something neither of you were quite ready for—you were too fond of the blissfulness you found in the privacy of your relationship.

"Er, I don't particularly feel like getting socked in the face today." James said.

"Oh, come on. You think he'd react that badly?" You carried on.

"I think Sirius punching me would be a mild reaction for him." James grimaced, "He'll probably hex me into the next century. And I get chills thinking about what would happen if Regulus were to find out. Oh, I'd be a dead man. Or he'd put an irreversible curse on my bloodline. It's a tossup, really."

Your smile faltered at the mention of your twin brother, suddenly remembering your situation. You let yourself get distracted by the warm welcome from Effie and James' affection. How could you lay here happily while Regulus is still stuck at that house?

Your expression suddenly grew very solemn as you began squirming out of James' grip. "Where's Sirius?" you asked.

James seemed to choke on his own spit. "Uh, pardon? You're not really planning on telling him today?” Despite his protest, James loosened his grip, not wanting to keep you somewhere you didn’t want to be. “At least let me put my Quidditch gear on, I might need the protective padding."

You had tunnel vision the moment Regulus’ name was mentioned, but you realized what James was saying by the time he mentioned protective padding.

“Not that, James. I need to find out about Reg.”

His mouth formed an O shape as you stood at the foot of the bed with your hands on your hips.

“So do you know where he is?”

“Uh, eating breakfast probably,” James guessed, “in the dining room.”

You stared at him expectantly and after a while of him not moving, you huffed, “I don’t know where that is, James!”

“Right!” James scrambled up from the bed so he could lead you through the house. You could’ve found it if you wandered long enough, but the Potters’ house was fairly large, and you wanted to talk to Sirius as soon as possible.

By the time James had led you to the kitchen, you could see Sirius in the next room over through the open archway. You pushed past James at once.

Sirius was alone at the head of the table, various platters of breakfast food surrounding him. The kitchen was hot when you passed through it, so one of James’ parents must have just been cooking, but they were nowhere to be seen now. Sirius was shoveling some sausage onto his plate when he saw you.

“Sirius,” you said sternly as your hands returned to your hips.

“Look who’s finally up!” Your brother cheered, “Just in time to eat.” He gestured at the seat next to him.

James appeared at your side, and said, “Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. Maybe you should have some before you-”

“Where is Regulus?” You interrupted, ignoring James altogether.

James’ utterance of “Yeah, didn’t think so” was lost on your ears.

With a scowl on his face, Sirius turned his attention away from his meal. His eyes scanned over you, and his scowl twisted into an amused expression. “Nice outfit!” he snorted.

You looked down briefly to see yourself drowning in James’ clothes. Being much taller than you, James' sweats pooled at your ankles. You rolled your eyes.

“Stop it, Sirius. Where is our brother?”

Sirius squinted at you. You thought he was finally going to give you answers when he decisively opened his mouth, but instead, “You should sit and eat. James is right, breakfast is the most-”

“Sirius!” You raised your voice, your hands molding into fists as your arms dropped to your sides.

Sirius threw his fork down with a clatter, “What do you want me to say?”

“I want you to tell me why he’s not here with us.” Your pleading voice cracked as you begged your brother for answers, stepping closer to him.

Sirius had a stormy, faraway look in his eyes, as if recalling something poignant. “The only one who can answer that question is him, so you’re out of luck,” he said bitterly.

The simmering anger in your chest started to bubble, rising up to your throat until you were spitting words that you would later regret. “You left him there!” you accused.

“Excuse me?” Sirius sent a deadly stare your way as he slowly pushed his chair back and stood up.

“Woah,” James tried to interrupt, moving to stand between you two, “Maybe we wanna take a moment and-”

You stepped around James, and his remaining words were drowned out by your raised voice: “I said you left him there. He’s not here because of you.”

“You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about!” Sirius bellowed, growing more irritated with you.

“Then why not enlighten me, Sirius!?”

“He chose to stay!" he disclosed. "Alright? I know you think so highly of your favorite brother, but he chose that place!”

“That’s ridiculous,” you scoffed, crossing your arms and looking away.

You ignored Sirius' choice words of "favorite brother." You weren't going to let yourself get distracted by that conversation, which you've had a countless number of times already. Sirius was sensitive to the fact that Regulus was your twin brother, and Sirius would always just be your brother, no matter how many times you told him that you loved them the same.

“I told him to pack, just like you, and he said no. I told him he had to and he refused," Sirius said vindictively.

“Then you should’ve tried harder!" You snapped, spewing words you didn't mean, "Now he’s there alone. He would’ve come if you would've just tried harder, I know it. This is all your fault!”

Sirius reeled back as if you had punched him in the gut. For a moment, he looked hurt, but then anger overwhelmed him. “How could you say that? You weren’t even there!”

“Because you never let me be! I stayed in my room, like you said to, and was out of my mind with worry. Next thing I know, we’re leaving and Regulus isn’t, and that feeling hasn’t gone away because I have no idea how he is. You should’ve grabbed him and dragged him along! You should’ve-“

“Why is everything my fault!? Why is it what I should’ve done!? You don’t even know what he did!” Sirius' nostrils flared with rage.

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about how your dear Reggie isn’t as good as you think he is," he sneered. "If you only saw him…”

“I don’t care what he did, he’s our brother!" You shouted, "He should be here. It doesn’t matter!”

Sirius slammed his hand on the table, “IT DOESN’T MATTER!?” he screamed, causing you to jump back. Tears immediately began welling in your eyes. No matter what you did, when you were being yelled at, you started crying. You weren't like your brothers, who could hold stone-cold, emotionless expressions despite whatever was swirling within. It was one of the reasons your brothers did what they could to keep your parents away from you—to Walburga and Orion, emotion was weakness.

Your tears didn't phase Sirius like they normally would have. He was too furious. “You want to know what he did?" he asked harshly. "He watched. He watched our parents torture me, and then he just walked away!"

“What did you want him to do?” you cried, “He- he was probably scared,” you hiccuped, “you- you should’ve-“

“I shouldn’t have done anything, goddammit! She crucio’d me! THAT’S what he watched our mother do. THAT’S what he let me deal with alone. I was on the ground unable to get up for damn near thirty minutes, and he knew it!"

Sirius nearly doubled over, grabbing the table in front of him for balance so hard that his knuckles blanched. All of the yelling gave him a head rush, but he wouldn't relent, "So don’t you tell me that I should’ve tried harder. That I should’ve grabbed him. He doesn’t care about me, so why should I care about him?”

Your hand clasped over your mouth as you sobbed. Your parents were cruel, but the Cruciatus Curse? You couldn’t fathom it. Your mouth suddenly felt dry, and bile bubbled up in your throat as you recalled Sirius’ scream from the night before.

Neither of you seemed to have anything else to say. You both just stood before each other in your most vulnerable states. It was a miserable sight—you crying your eyes out and Sirius looking sick as a dog.

Neither of you had noticed James leave until he returned. His parents followed closely behind.

"Snitch," Sirius choked out, glaring at his best friend as a fit of coughs hit him, his throat strained from the yelling. He ducked his head down and screwed his eyes shut suddenly, like the light in the room was starting to bother his head.

James didn't seem to care what Sirius thought of him. He was too busy being concerned for you both. Besides, James didn't really snitch. You two were being so loud that his parents were already on their way. He happened to run into them in their pursuit.

"What's going on?" Effie's gentle voice rang through the room, "We could hear yelling from the other side of the house."

Even though James' mum was being stern, she didn't sound angry or upset. Her voice only carried notes of concern and motherly authority.

Neither you nor Sirius answered her, too busy crying and coughing. Both of you would've probably been too sheepish to answer, anyway.

James' parents shared a look with each other, deciding what to do about the situation through eye contact alone.

Fleamont spoke with a firm voice, "Alright, son, we ought to get you up to your room. I think it'd be best for you to lie down." Fleamont clasped a hand on Sirius' shoulder. Your brother let Fleamont assist him in the walk to his room.

Euphemia moved to comfort you, but James stopped her. "Wait, let me."

She raised her eyebrows at her son, skeptical of the idea that her young son was equipped to handle this situation. But James had already started reaching for you, and like a moth to a flame, you melted into his arms the moment you felt his fingertips graze your skin.

Effie's eyes darted between you and her son, settling on him when her features melded into a look of understanding. A million questions raced through her mind. How long had this been going on? Why didn't James tell her? Did James tell Sirius? But the one thing she knew for sure was that you found comfort in James, and comfort was the one thing you needed right now.

She took a deep breath and decided to trust her son. "We'll talk about this later. I'm going to check on Sirius."

"Thanks, Mum." James let out a relieved breath.

"Just... behave."

"Mum!" James blushed, his hands swiftly traveling up to cover your ears with his palms.

"Oh, I didn't mean it like that!" Effie waved a hand in the air as she followed in the direction of Fleamont and Sirius.

James noticed your shoulders had started shaking intensely.

“Lovey,” he cooed. He moved his hands to cup your face, tilting it up to look at him. He was surprised to find that the reason for your shuddering shoulders was not because you had started crying harder. You were still crying, but it was mixed with a bit of laughter.

"I guess neither of us are very good at hiding things,” you said, thinking of how you jumped into his arms right in front of his mother.

James shook his head, a single chuckle escaping from his lips.

“Guess not.”

Your moment of humor quickly passed, your eyes turning sad again as more tears spilled out.

James sighed, brushing away your tears with his thumb before pulling you close to his chest. He rubbed soothing circles on your back, pressed kisses to the top of your head, and whispered professions of love and sweet words in your ear while he let you cry. Sometimes, he knew you just needed to let it all out.

Eventually, you let James’ touch and loving words relax you. When your crying was reduced to a sniffle, James veered back so that you could see his face.

“Let’s go on a walk.”

[eddiesxangel]

Kiss Me Underneath the Mistletoe | Mechanic!EddieMunson x Friend!Reader

Cw: Eddie and you share your first kiss. Fluffy goodness. Implied smut (Mentions of a car accident but no injuries) Eddie and the reader are both in their 20’s. Use of nicknames for reader. GN Reader :)

WC: 1.5k

The party was in full swing when you pulled up to Steve’s driveway. Eddie offered to pick you up because your car was still at his shop. Your card had gone into a tailspin on some black ice and got stuck in a ditch a few days ago. You were okay; only some minor damage to the bumper had to be fixed. Thank god you had your mechanic friend's phone number memorized.

“There you are!” Steve sounded exasperated. There were about fifteen cars parked outside his house, and music and laughter filled the home. It was warm and comforting, but Stevie looked stressed.

You really had only been half an hour late. You had to rush home from work with no car, so you had to take the bus, which took ten times slower. Only to get ready, and then you and Eddie had to rush to the bakery before they closed for the evening to pick up the Christmas cookies you promised to bring tonight.

“Sorry Stevie, I had to pick up the goods.” you wiggle the box of Christmas cookies you had picked up. And Eddie wiggled the bottle of bourbon in his hands to show you brought gifts.

“Yes!” Dustin said as he zoomed past you, swiping the sugary treats out of your hands.

“Hey!” You placed your hands on your hips.

“Sorry! But can’t wait any longer! You’re late enough; we only get these once a year.” Dustin was not sorry.

“Whatever, just save me at least one” you giggle.

“I’ll sneak you some, don’t worry,” Eddie whispered in your ear as a fantasy of his lips touching your neck comes to the forefront of your mind. Your body shivered from the proximity, and only Eddie noticed. He knew he got you. You would be his tonight whether you knew it or not.

The night continued without a hitch; dinner was excellent, and there were games, music, and many more drinks afterwards.

There were a lot of people here you didn’t recognize. Mostly Steve’s coworkers from the office. You had gotten separated from the group when a few of them cornered you with the most god-awful conversation about trades and charts and who knows what.

You finally spot someone out of your group, thankfully Eddie, who can read your face better than anyone. You made the save me eyes, and he beelined to your rescue.

“Hey, there you are! I need your help in the basement. Steve needs us to bring up more booze.” he rests a hand on the small of your back.

You quickly and politely excuse yourself from the conversation, and as soon as the basement door closes, you let out a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank god! I don’t think I could stand another moment; I don’t know how Steve does it!”

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll always be here to save you,” Eddie smirks, his big hand still on your lower back, guiding you toward the cold cellar.

“Oh, we are actually getting drinks?” You question.

“Yea, babe, what did you think we would be doing down here?” he playfully wiggled his eyebrows before passing you a smaller case of beer while he took on the heavy load. You were a little disappointed; you thought you might get some alone time with Eddie before returning to the party.

You make your way back up to the sounds of cheering and laughing, unsure what’s going on. You both make it into the kitchen, restocking the cooler and fridge, oblivious to the crowd following Steve, who came running in, waving around some green and red plant while simultaneously spilling his red cocktail on the floor.

“Kiss!” Steve pops up behind you and Eddie, startling you both.

“What the fuck, man”—“You scared me!” You both say simultaneously.

“Too bad, you gotta kiss,” he says, wiggling mistletoe above your heads. You scan the group behind Steve; all your friends stare at you like zoo animals.

“Wha-” “Come on-“ you and Eddie were cut off.

“My party, my rules, you’re standing under the mistletoe. You gotta kiss,” he smirks like he knows what he is doing. It wasn't a secret to your friends you had a crush on Eddie.

“Steven!” You scold. Did you want to kiss Eddie? Yes. Did you want to do it forced in front of all your friends?! No.

As you stood your ground, it became more apparent that Steve wasn’t leaving until Eddie planted one on you.

You look to Eddie to gauge his feelings, but his poker face is not helping.

"You really don't want to kiss me that bad, sweetheart?" he raises a brow to you. Maybe he had read your situation wrong.

"What? No. Yes. No! I just want-" You were cut off because you heard your friends begin to chant behind Steve’s stupid, smug face.

“Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss!”

“Fine!” You succumbed to the peer pressure. You turn and grab Eddie’s head in both hands, pull him down, and plant one on him.

If you were paying attention, you would have heard the cheers from your friends. A minute later, you would have heard the gags and them scurrying away when Eddie stuck his tongue in your mouth. You would have heard Steve mumble “atta’boy” before leaving you two alone, but you didn’t hear anything other than your heartbeat pounding in your ears.

All of your senses were consumed by Eddie. His mouth was soft and gentle like he didn’t want to break you. He tasted like cranberries and bourbon. His tongue broke through, and you let out the slightest whimper as your hands moved from his cheeks to his waist…. His tight little waist that you have been drooling over since you saw him in that tight black tank top with his coveralls hanging off his waist, sweat dripping down his chest and grease-stained skin. When you walked into his work for the first time all those months ago. He was pure sex appeal that day, and you hadn’t seen him the same way since.

Eddie’s hands crept up from the waistband of your pants, slipped up under your shirt and grazed the soft skin of your back. Goosebumps spread throughout your whole body as Eddie continued to pull you closer to him.

You could have been there for a minute or an hour, you didn’t know, but the moment finally broke when Dustin walked back into the kitchen for those special cookies you’d brought.

“Oh my god! Get a room” he rolled his eyes, and the two of you broke apart, not realizing you were sucking face and feeling one another up in the middle of Steve’s kitchen like you were two teenagers.

A rush of blood spread across Eddie’s face. His lips were just as red as his cheeks. Your face was also just as hot. You could feel the rush of blood travel up your chest to your throat and across your cheeks as you took in what had just happened.

An uncomfortable giggle left your lips, and Eddie swore he heard angels singing. A smile broke on his face, and you felt at ease.

“You wanna get out of here?” Eddie reaches out a hand. You grab it while frivolously nodding your head. Eddie pulls you through the crowded house, trying to slip past everyone.

“Get it, Eddie!” “That’s my boy!” “Finally!” “About damn time!”

All your friends shout, and you hide your face in Eddie’s chest while he pulls your coat out from the closet.

Eddie giggles as Steve approaches the both of you, blocking the door.

“So when’s the wedding? Do I get credit? Or does Eddie? 'cuz he asked me to set up this elaborate ruse?” he wiggled his eyebrows at the two of you.

“What?” You looked at Eddie, and he chuckled uncontrollably.

“I’m going to have to cut you off, man. No more Christmas cocktails for you.” he swiped the crystal glass from Steve’s hands and chugged the rest.

“Hey!” Steve drunkenly protested.

“What’s he talking about Ed’s?” You giggle.

“Ol’Eddie here asked me to help divide a plaaaaan to get yo-” Eddie cupped a hand over Steve’s mouth and smiled at you with the biggest grin that said he was guilty.

“Real smooth, Munson,” you playfully roll your eyes.

“It worked, didn’t it?” He stepped closer and lifted your chin up to him. He was so cocky, but it made your stomach do a summersault at his touch.

“Ok, turtle doves, get out of here already and make a little drummer boy,” Steve winked.

“Ew, you're gross Steve! Ed’s right, no more cocktails for you.” Robin grabbed Steve by the arm and whisked him away while you and Eddie giggled out the door.

“So you’ve been wanting to kiss me?” You bite your lip as he opens the passenger door for you.

“Yeah,” he sighed as he pushed up against the car while looking into your eyes.

“You know you didn’t need to drag Steve into it” you giggle.

“Well, where’s the fun in that baby?” He whispered before leaning in to kiss you again. Your body felt it was on fire even though it was below freezing outside. You didn’t care. Eddie’s warmth was enough, and his warmth was indeed the thing that kept you warm for the rest of that night.

[azrielsdove]

Longing Pt. 2: Azriel

Warnings: Suggestive

Part One Here

***

A strong body was pressed tight against your back, an arm wrapped snug around your waist. You took a deep breath of the morning air, comfortable and happy. You turned in the arm holding you to press a soft kiss to Cassian’s forehead.

Until you realized it was Azriel sleeping soundly next to you, and that it would never be Cassian. You shot up straight, feeling like you had just been doused in ice cold water. The sounds of Nestas moans replayed in your head as Azriel blinked up at you, your sudden movement waking him.

“What happened?” He asked, voice hoarse from sleep. You shook your head in response, not trusting yourself to speak right now. You slid out of the bed and walked quietly into the bathing room, preparing to take a long, sorrowful bath. You heard Azriel getting up as well, followed shortly by your bedroom door opening and closing. Yea, I wouldn’t want to stick around me either, you thought, tears pricking at your eyes.

Everything just felt too heavy.

You undressed and sunk into the warm bath you had drawn, a rather copious amount of bubbles covering you to your chin. You leaned your head back against the edge of the tub, gazing out over the early morning. Why did it have to be so hard? You had first felt the mating bond flicker when you met Cassian, and you thought all your dreams would come true. Certainly he would feel the bond as well, would feel drawn to you. You would fall in love, get married, and have ten beautiful babies. After that day there was never another option for you, not when you were so certain of your mate.

Why did it never snap for him?

Or worse, it did and he decided he wasn’t interested in pursuing that path with you.

Both options made you feel sick.

You closed your eyes and thought back to that very first meeting, the day you were so sure you had gotten what you’d always wanted.

***

“What if they don’t like me?” Your voice was full of doubt as you smoothed your dress down again, anxiety coursing through you. Azriel laughed, tugging you closer to the doors of the massive house in the mountains he had brought you to.

“I promise they will love you. Don’t you trust me?” He teased, poking your side.

You glared at him. “He is the High Lord, Azriel! My High Lord! Big, bad, powerful Rhysand! Am I not expected to be a bit nervous?” He laughed again and shook his head.

“Rhys is not scary. Do you think i’d bring you somewhere you’d be in danger?” A smile ghosted over his lips as he stared you down, daring you to ask to go back home. You sighed and ran your fingers over your dress again, sucking in a deep breath.

“Let’s just get it over with.”

“That’s my girl!” He cheered, looping his arm through yours as he pulled you into the grand house. You were quickly rendered speechless by the stunning room you were in, windows covering three entire walls to overlook Velaris.

“You live here?” You asked in amazement, still looking around the room.

“Sure do. Cassian and I reside up here most of the time. Do you like it?” There’s a strange undertone in his question, a shyness that he doesn’t usually have around you. You looked up at him with wide eyes, a smile breaking out across your face.

“I love it! I can’t believe you have never brought me here before!” You jabbed, smiling bigger at the relief on his face. Azriel had been your friend for some months now, and you occasionally wondered what it would be like to be more. That feeling crept up in your heart at this moment, standing with him in the home he had been so nervous to show you. You opened your mouth to continue before his eyes flicked to something behind you, the smile reserved for you changing to something more boyish.

“Cassian!” He called, and you turned to see a man just as large as Azriel. Right as you felt that golden tug in your chest. His eyes were bright as they took you in, white teeth showing as he smiled wide. Cassian.

Cassian.

Cassian.

Azriel nudged you and you suddenly realized you were staring at the male with your mouth wide open. You flushed and murmured a “hello” as your gaze drifted to the floor. You were thankful that Azriel started a conversation with him about training earlier that week, allowing you to steal glances up at the long-haired god in front of you.

Cassian.

The General of the Night Court.

Azriel’s brother.

Your Mate.

***

You opened your eyes, a deep frown on your face. You had always romanticized that memory, the magical moment of meeting your mate. The gentle tug you felt when you first laid eyes upon him.

But something was off about it.

You sat straighter in the tub, looking blankly out the window. You thought over the second you felt that bond twitch in your chest, the seconds before it.

When Azriel was smiling down at you.

No. No, you can’t have made a mistake like that. You shook your head as if to clear it, thinking back to other moments you felt the pull of the mating bond.

***

“Catch!” Azriel yelled, tossing a deadly sharp dagger at you. You yelped and dodged out of the way, watching the blade land point-down in the sand. You spun towards him, crossing your arms as you did.

“Are you trying to kill me?” You had agreed to come up to train with Azriel today, mostly due to knowing Cassian would likely be there. He had been on you about learning self-defense, adamant that the world wasn’t all safe like Velaris.

Azriel shrugged, another dagger in his hands. “Your reflexes are shit.” He stated, inspecting the blade he was holding.

“You gave me hardly any warning! It’s my first day!” You protested, knowing he wasn’t wrong. He shrugged again, eyes flicking up towards you. You noticed the tense in his arm a split second before the second dagger was hurtling directly towards your face.

This time you slid smoothly to the side, gloved hand shooting out to catch the handle of the damned thing. You turned back to Azriel, a wicked smile on your face.

“Did you truly believe I had never learned self-defense?” The slight surprise on his face was all he gave you before he was throwing another dagger your way. You again caught it with ease, throwing it back at him without missing a beat.

“Okay, color me impressed. You’ve never shown this side of you.” Azriel said, walking over to your side to take the other blades back. You handed them back, his fingers running over yours as he grabbed them. The same second Cassian walked into the ring, shouting about you starting without him.

The same second you felt the bond tug.

***

“No, no, no! That is not how you play!” Cassian yelled, looking down at the move you had just made on the game board.

“It’s not?” You asked innocently, batting your eyes up at him. He glared at you, hands waving in frustration at your game piece.

“You can’t move there! You are one turn away from winning, with a move like that. No chance left for the rest of us.” He sighed dramatically, looking in dismay at the board in front of you.

Azriel chuckled from next to you, leaning forward to look at the board as well. “Poor Cass doesn’t take well to losing,” he stage whispered, pulling a laugh out of you. You turned and looked at him, moving your face close to his as if you were two conspirators.

“He should get used to it if you keep bringing me to game night.” You loudly whispered back, Azriel laughing in answer. Cassian’s grumble dragged your gaze back to him, the bond pulling hard in your chest.

You missed the way Azriel was looking at you at the same moment.

***

The shot burned your throat, a welcome distraction against the sight of Cassian all over some random female. Azriel sat next to you, a pitying look on his face. “We don’t have to stay here, ya know.”

You shook your head, reaching for the cocktail you had ordered as well. “No, I don’t want to ruin your night. It’s not like he has to want me.” You looked down, hot tears sliding down your face. “Maybe he just doesn’t feel it.”

Azriel’s hands cupped your cheeks, dragging your face up to him. “Hey, hey, he just hasn’t realized it yet i’m sure. Don’t let this make you think you’re not enough.” His thumbs swiped away the still falling tears, now accompanied by little sniffles.

“I just don’t understand how it hasn’t snapped for him. What am I doing wrong?” You were mumbling, words hardly coherent. Azriel continued wiping away your tears, allowing your nonsense mumbles to continue.

“Hey,” he said soothingly, bringing his face down close to yours. “Don’t worry. He will come around, and if he doesn’t he was never worth it. Okay?” He gave you an encouraging smile, nodding for you to return it.

“Okay,” you said, sniffing one last time as you pulled away from Azriel and moving to place your glass back on the table.

The table that your drunken eyes severely misjudged the distance of.

Your glass shattered on the floor, the bright colored drink inside spraying all over you and Azriel. You blinked slowly at the mess, looking back up at Azriel’s equally shocked expression.

And then you laughed.

Loud, uncontrollable laughter.

Azriel stared at you for a second before joining in, grabbing napkins to help clean up the mess. The sound of your laughing drew Cassian’s attention back to your table, coming over to see what was going on. You looked up to him while Azriel carefully wiped the drink off of you, the bond glowing brightly.

***

Oh, gods. Every memory you went through of the bond calling to you, Azriel was there too.

Azriel was always there.

The broken pieces inside of you stirred, as if telling you to listen to your gut. You quickly pulled yourself out of the bath, unable to sit still any longer. How could you have made such a mistake?

You dried off and walked into your closet, blindly pulling out clothes while your mind raced.

Did Azriel even know?

You paused in horror, shirt halfway on. You had been going on and on about Cassian to him for gods knew how long. Had it been torture for him this whole time, trying to encourage you?

You quickly finished dressing, tying your hair up loosely as you headed to your bedroom door. You had to go find him, you had to see what he knew, you needed to explain-

Your door opened as you reached it, causing you to jump back in alarm.

Azriel was standing there, looking at you curiously. A large tray of food in his hands. “You okay?” He asked cautiously, taking in the panic on your face.

“Uh, yea! Sorry, I was just about to go look for you? What’s this?” Your voice was too loud, too bright. He narrowed his eyes at you as he stepped into the room, kicking the door shut behind him.

“What happened.” It wasn’t a question. He set the food down on your desk, turning back to you with his arms crossed.

You shook your head too quickly, hurrying over to the tray he’d set down. “Looks delicious!” You grabbed one of the pastries on the plate, halfway to your mouth when Azriel’s hand wrapped around your wrist.

“What aren’t you telling me?” His voice was softer, eyes looking over you like he was making sure you weren’t injured.

“Did you know?” You asked quietly, mouth going dry. His eyes flicked up to yours, brows furrowed.

“Know what?”

You swallowed thickly, holding the pastry out towards him. He glanced between you and it, realization coming over his face. “Ah,” he said, letting go of your wrist.

“You don’t want it?” You were embarrassed by how pathetic the question was, arm falling limply to your side.

“No, no that’s not what I mean. I just, last night you were broken into pieces over Cassian. I just,” he swallowed, looking away from you. “I just want you to be sure.”

Your heart ached at the pain in his voice. You set the pastry back down, reaching out to grab his hands in yours. “Azriel,” you whispered, “it has always been you, hasn’t it? All those times I felt the bond pull, it was all towards you.” His eyes met yours again, shinier than they were before.

“Yes.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” You ran your thumbs over his hands, feeling the scars under your touch.

“I thought you would be disappointed. You seemed so happy that it was Cassian, the big, bad General. The hero.” Your heart was breaking, a pain deep in your chest spreading.

“Az…” You let go of one hand to cup his face, tears of your own pricking at your eyes. “I could never be disappointed with you. You held my heart long before I knew who Cassian was. It’s my own fault for misinterpreting the bond the way I did.” You let go of him, moving to pick up the pastry again. “I want you to take it,” you said, holding it out for him.

He looked at you for a long moment before taking the treat out of your hand, raising it slowly to his mouth. You watched as he took a careful bite, eyes locked onto yours while he ate. The shattered pieces of the bond stirred again, calling back out to the male you were made for.

Azriel placed the half eaten pastry down, silently looking back at you. You took a hesitant step towards him, placing one hand on his neck. “Can I kiss you?” You asked, heart racing.

He nodded.

You leaned up, pressing your lips softly to his.

The bond sung.

Azriel’s hands gripped tight around your waist, tugging you flush against him. He kissed you like it was his dying wish, his last chance to get to do so. You put the same emotion back into him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer. He nipped at your lip, encouraging you to open your mouth for him. The bond glowed bright inside of you, causing you to gasp into his mouth. You felt his lips smile against yours, tongue sliding against you like it was meant to be there.

You groaned at his taste, the sweetness of the pastry still lingering. His hands slid up your back, gripping onto your shirt at the noises you made. You arched into him, his lips pulling from yours to trace down your neck. You moaned as he sunk his teeth into you, claiming you as his own. The golden power of the bond flowed through you, whole and pure. A beautiful golden tether, tying you to Azriel.

Azriel, your closest friend.

The Shadowsinger.

The spy of the Night Court.

Your mate.

***

I hope this was what you all wanted!! Thank you so much for your patience recently, I hope you guys appreciate this as much as I appreciate you <3

[dlysthings]

Little crush pt.4

pt.1 , pt.2 , pt.3

AN:So here is a part 4, I raelly hope you guys like it. If someone wants to be added to the taglist, please comment so. And let me know how you want this to continue.

PLEASELEVE CONSTRUCTIVE CRITISM!!

One hour after coming home from school, you heard the doorbell ring. Going in the hallway of your house, you made your way to the front door. In the kitchen, your mother looked at you with a little knowing smile. She saw your confused look and just smile even wider. Deciding to ignore it you just went on your way.

Next to the door your cat, Monti, stopped and rubbed herself at your calf muscles. She was a big cat, black covering her from head to toe. Only one spot was white just under her nose, making her look undeniably cute. Her piercing blue eyes reminded you of the boy in front of your house.

Outside of your house Daryl was standing in front of the front door, anxiously biting his lip. He rang the doorbell, but you weren’t coming. Maybe she forgot about ya? Yea, she was just messing with ya yesterday and you just fell for it like the dumbass ya are.

Just as he was thinking that and ready to turn around and go back, the front door opened. You stood there, with a warm smile adoring your beautiful face. Moving aside from the entrance of your house you made a mock butler stance, inviting him in.

“Hi Daryl! Please, come inside. I was waiting for you.”

 Little surprised at your words, Daryl moved inside, only mumbling something resembling a “thank you”. The inside the house was just how he imagined it. A big living room with a couch and a coffee table in the middle of the room. On top of it were scattered magazines and books. He could see another door, assuming it was the kitchen. Everything here reminded him how different your life was from his. Going into your house made him feel like he was entering another dimension.

From the door, he assumed was the kitchen, came out a woman. Probably ya mom, he thought. The woman smiled brightly at him and then he saw the resemblance. The smile that he loved about you was the same one as your mothers. And the shape of your lips he found himself staring at on more than one occasion was also the same. You turned to your mom and introduced him. “Mom, this is Daryl. We are going upstairs to study.”

She just looked him up and down and continued smiling, but with something different behind her smile this time. “So this is the boy you talk about, huh?” She asked with a sparkle of mischief in her eyes. At her words your cheeks started to feel like someone lit them on fire. And it seemed like Daryl had the same reaction. Looking at you, with wide eyes and pink cheeks he looked like a deer in headlights. His whole body rigid at the thought of you talking to your mother about him.

And you weren’t doing any better. You have never said anything about him to your mother. Just asking her if a boy can come over to study with you. But maybe she picked up on the look in your eyes when you spoke about him. Or the way your face seemed to brighten just a little bit when you were thinking of him. Either way she wasn’t helping you, but apparently she didn’t seem to notice and continued with embarrassing you.

“Well now I see why you like him.” She said with a wink and continued in a pretend stern voice. “But I still want that door to be open, no funny business going around.”

At that you just groaned (maybe not the most ladylike thing to do, but you couldn’t help it). “Please stop with that.” You said, face now bright red as a tomato. Your mother just looked at you offended and spoke again. “I’m just saying, honey. It’s important. I think Daryl here can agree, right” She looked at him expectantly. “Yes Ma’am, of course” That was the only thing he could muster with how flustered he was. But it seems was enough for your mom.

“Good then. I will bring you guys some snacks in a minute. Daryl, what would you want to drink? We have Cola, Sprite and water.” She asked. “Water is fine.” He answered and looked at you. You gave him a smile and moved towards a set of stairs. “Okay then. I will bring it up in a minute.” Your mother quipped and disappeared in the kitchen again. He turned towards you and followed you up the staircase, probably leading to your room.

At the second floor you lead the way to your bedroom. Daryl noticed, while following you, that the walls were full of photos in frames. Looking a little bit more closely, he saw most of them were family ones. Stoping to look at one, he saw you, your mom and another girl, maybe a bit younger than you. Behind all of you was standing a man, probably your dad.

In the photo You looked more like a little girl, than the lady you were now. Wearing a cute Mini Maus dress without sleeves and holding a cone of ice cream in one hand. The other hand was holding onto the man’s pinkie. The man, probably your dad, Had the exact same hair color and eyes as you. For sure your dad.

The girl next to you, probably your sister, looked like a miniature version of you. She was even wearing the same outfit. He has never seen you with a girl like that around you, so she probably was your little sister.

The only way Daryl could describe the people in this photo was one happy family. The bright smiles on your faces were looking honest, not forced. That reminded him of the only family picture he has ever taken. He was maybe 6 or 7 when his mom, who was alive at the time, had gotten the idea to gather him, his older brother, wo just got out of juvie and was sporting a black eye from a beating their father gave him, his mom (visibly drunk) and lastly him.

 He had a big bruise on his cheekbone and eye from the same beating Merle had one. When their dad got bored with assaulting just his older brother, he turned to Daryl for some new fun. With the whole “family” gathered in front of the fireplace in the house they were renting at the time, they took the first and last family picture the Dixons.

“That was 7 years ago. We went on a holiday at my grandparents’ house for the whole summer. It’s probably the best time I’ve had with them.” Your voice brought him back in reality. He realized he has been staring at this photo for a couple of minutes. “Ya look real happy with yur family.” He managed to say, barely able to hide the note of jealousy in his tone. He wished he could say the same for himself.

“Yeah, I love them to death. What about your family? You had a brother, right? Merle?” you said. He glanced at you, not expecting you to know about his brother. But then he remembered how much problems he has caused. Yeah, that’s why you knew about him. And then he felt like all the air from his lungs was punched out and he wished the ground could open and swallow him whole. You asked about his family. There was no way to answer that honestly so he just opted to stare at his shoes. The embarrassment he felt about his life being so miserable was so much, he felt a lump form in his throat.

Noticing his change of mood, you quickly changed the subject. “Uh, so here is my room.” You motioned to the only open door in the corridor. “Make yourself comfortable.” You said while going inside. Following you, Daryl observed you room. There was a big bed next to one of the walls. On top of it were laying at least a dozen decorative pillows, each colorful, contrasting with the otherwise all white bed. On the opposite end of the room was a desk cluttered with things, he wasn’t able to see in detail.

In his mind you room, for sure, was gonna be all cleaned up and perfect. But in reality it turned out you were actually more of a messy person. For some reason that made him smile. It was nice to see you weren’t some kind of perfect robot. Your walls were full of posters of bands and TV shows. It made your room look cozy. He sat on the bed and looked around for you.

You were with your back to him going to fetch your notes to use to study. Finally finding them, you sat next to him. Maybe a bit more closely than with another guy, but he didn’t seem to mind. “I have some notes here we can use. Do you have anything?” You asked. He only nodded and reached into the bag he came with. Maybe you imagined it, but there was a slight tint of pink on his cheeks.

One thing you concluded about him was that he was extremely shy. Almost never looking you straight in the eye and always blushing. Rarely speaking and almost always nodding. Actually you found it cute. The way his cheeks seemed to color a slight pink and it would spread to his ears.

In reality he was like that only with you. He could be very loud if he wanted to, but your company always made him nervous, not wanting to embarrass himself and say something wrong. Right when you were going thru his notes and he was thru yours, your mom came into the room.

“Here is your water Daryl and I will leave these here.” Your mother said as she put down a tray with a glass of water and a plate of cookies. “If you guys need anything just holler, I will be down.” Your mother said while going back down. “Sure mom!” You managed to shout just as you heard her go down the stairs.

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The next couple of hours came and went, almost unnoticed. You were quizzing Daryl on his notes and found out he was pretty good ab this. He seemed to remember information pretty fast. And it turned out he just needed some time in order to loosen up around you. He was still shy and blushing every time you said something about how good he was doing or how smart he was.

In reality Daryl couldn’t believe he wasn’t dreaming. Every time he did something good or answered your questions correctly, you praised him. For him that was unusual. He didn’t really see why you were doing it. It wasn’t like he was doing something impressive, but you made sure to tell him how smart he was.

He never knew he craved you praises as much as he did. But the moment you said for the first time how good he was doing, he was like a puppy, being given a treat and became a blushing mess. By the time you were ready with everything for the test the sun had gone down and Daryl needed to get going. He didn’t want to bother you anymore with his barely string-together sentences.

Actually you quite enjoyed his company. When you were sending him out the door and saying goodbye he turned around and scratched his neck. “I really liked that, ya know. Ya really helped me.” He said a bit bashfully. “Maybe, um, maybe we could, ya know, do this again, sometimes.” He said with a small smile. In response you smiled back and kissed his cheek. When you pulled away and saw his face he was red as a tomato. “I would love to.” You said and with that he turned around and you shut the door.

Taglist:@marvelcasey05

[klausysworld]

a friends to lovers klaus x gn! reader where klaus overhears reader ranting to their friend about how in love with him they are?

Pretty boy

I was in the kitchen making cookies, majority of the mix was in the oven while i sat on the counter with the bowl and spoon eating the remains. I was on face-time with my friend chatting about everything and nothing. Everyone else was out for a while so i had the house to myself

“sooo… speaking of romantic love interests…how’s the blonde one you hang around with” my friend asked wiggling their eyebrows suggestively

“mhm Rebekah?” i asked acting uninterested

“oh yea sure Rebekah, no. You know who i mean, what’s his name Nik?” they asked giggling

“he wouldn’t like you calling him Nik, he prefers Klaus” i muttered and licked the spoon glancing at the ground

“but he lets you calk him Nik right? Why is that again?” i sighed and dropped off the counter making my way to the sink to wash up the mess i had made

“probably because i don’t leave him alone, honestly he probably finds me unbelievably annoying” i heard my friend grumbling quietly before speaking up

“oh come on you know he loves you as much as you do him! You’re always going on about how he makes you stay home to ‘keep you safe’ like cmon, or what when he gives you paintings? oh oh! When you wear his clothes because he ‘gave them to you’ like take a hint?? He likes you, no, loves you. Just kiss him already you’ve waited this long” i filled the sink with warm soapy water and put the objects in to soak before sitting back up on the counter

“he’s got a lot going on right now, i don’t want to burden him with my feelings” i glanced to see my friend with their arms crossed and frowning

“they’re still your feelings. They should be heard not kept inside”

“i know…but…he just, he doesn’t feel the same okay?” i mumbled picking at my nails

“he could do” they persuaded

“but might not so it’s not really worth the heart break and the awkwardness and the embarrassment y’know? somethings are best left unheard” i nodded to myself and ignored my friends disappointment expression

“alright you can keep hiding it from him but at least just say it out loud, for your own piece of mind and mine, i wanna hear you say it” they sounded giddy and i saw them smiling on the screen

“you’re so childish i swear, but fine whatever. I sort of..kind of like-“

“don’t lie”

“-love him. I love him” i corrected

“who?”

“Klaus or Nik, Niklaus. I love Niklaus.” i admitted slowly

“why?”

“he’s got a good heart, he doesn’t always really show it, sometimes he can be…cruel and ruthless but in the end he always does it for a reason. He’s a family person, i admire that, he would do anything for them. Sometimes i pretend that they all think of me as family instead of a friend cuz i know that if i was that all of them would be there for me.” i rambled

“you’re drifting off about the family, what about him?” they continued asking

“he’s…lovely, he has this smile, he smirks most of the time but then there’s these moments when he really smiles and he just, he look so perfect, like an angel, i know that’s sort of impossible with his status but he just is. Oh and when he’s painting he goes all concentrated and focused, he’s like a giant teddy bear… His hair! have you seen his hair!? It looks so soft! It’s all curly but kinda fluffy at the same time, the urge to touch it is almost unbearable, like he’d probably bite my hand off but it might be worth it… i wonder what conditioner he uses” i was now leant against the wall with a smile on my face

“so he’s a pretty boy?” my friend asked now lead on their stomach swinging their legs back and forth with their head rested in their hands

“a very pretty boy” i agreed

“he’s got big blue eyes, sometimes he’ll give this fake innocent look and he looks like a big puppy, then when he gets mad they turn gold, he looks like magical- which like he is- you know what i mean” my friend hummed

“uhuh sure, so basically you are head over heals”

“it’s so hard loving him, one minute he’s pulled me to sit practically on top of him and the next he’s pushing me away and shoving me out the door. I don’t want to make him feel like he has to be with me… but i don’t want to face the rejection either…” i heard a throat clear and my head whipped round to see Klaus stood in the doorway. My face dropped and my heart sped up massively

“um- well…good-luck- call me! and don’t panic…or run away!” they hung up the call and i just stood there for a minute

Both of us just stayed silent for a moment, his eyes remained trained on mine as he slowly neared me with cautious steps

“love-“

“it’s not- i mean- i dont-“

“y/n-“

“it’s fine! It doesn’t even matter! i don’t know how much you heard but like-“

“most of it” he said being close enough to have both hands on my upper arms. I gulped and my face felt hot

“y/n…love… if you had just told me…”

“it’s not a big deal. i swear we can just pretend it didn’t happen, i’ll just leave you be for awhile and you’ll forget all about it” i could feel tears fall from my lashes as i shook my head trying to convince both him and myself. His face softened further and one hand slid up to my face as his thumb swiped at my tears away

“no no no, my love you don’t understand, i wanted to know, if you had told me sooner then we could have done something about it sooner”

“what?” i asked sniffling

“i’m so sorry i’ve made it hard to love me, i only pushed you away because i was worried you only saw me as a friend, i want to be with you too, i love you y/n, believe me i have for far too long”

“then why didn’t you say anything?“ i asked quietly

“i was…..afraid..i suppose, afraid that you would reject me too so-“ i cut him off by reaching up to hold the back if his neck and pulled him down to me, our lips moulded together perfectly, he responded quickly and i let my fingers wonder into his hair, his locks thicker than i thought and smooth. He breathed a laugh into my mouth before pulling away slightly

“was my hair as fluffy and soft as you’d imagined?” i laughed and nodded

“if you bit my hand off right now i wouldn’t even mind” he gave one of his rare but beautiful smiles and held me tighter

“i’m not quite sure how to top your little speech, i am very glad you think i’m pretty-“ i slapped his chest and gave him a shove

“shutup”

“i was just going to let you know that i would love to be your giant teddy bear”

“i changed my mind, i don’t love you”

“well that’s a lie isn’t it sweetheart?”

“just shut up” i whispered pulling him in for another kiss

[niyahniyaa]

Imperfect Love

Choi Seungcheol x Reader

Tags: au, smut, angst, heartbreak, fluff, breakups

A/N: This is my first short story. I'm thinking of writing a pt.2 or just making an entire story of it but it depends on how this does. So bare with me.

Synopsis: You and Seungcheol have been happy for a while now. It’s a perfect relationship.…until it isn't.

Credit to my Beta Writer @liyahlisworld

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“I’m in the kitchen.” You yell, calling out to your boyfriend who just walked in the house. It’s 5:30 pm, he usually walks in around this time, so you were already expecting him.

“Watcha cooking?” He asks hugging you from behind, the minty scent coming from his breath as he places small kisses on your neck and shoulders. You turn to look at him, setting the spoon down on the counter. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you place a small peck on his lips.

“How does spicy stir fried pork and kimchi with udon noodles sound?” You ask smiling up at him. He returns the gesture kissing you softly on the nose.

“Sounds good Naekkeo” he starts. “ I’m gonna go put my things away, I’ll meet you back at the table ok?” He grabs his bag he previously placed on the couch and walks upstairs to the room. You put the finishing touches on the meat and start to make your plates. On cue, Seungcheol walks into the dining room and sits across from you at the table.

“Anything new today at work?” You ask, sparking a conversation. He shakes his head while slurping up some noodles. “Nothing really.” He starts. “We just got a new VP for Marketing. She seems nice I guess.” He says picking up a piece of meat.

You nod your head taking in this info. He works at Hybe, one of the biggest recording companies in Seoul. He’s the CEO so he gets pretty busy, which is why you like to have dinner ready once he gets home. Being together for 5 years now you’re pretty used to his schedule.

“So how was work,” he asks taking a sip of water, “anything eventful happen?” You work at the local Veterinary Clinic. Today just so happens to be the day that you preformed a life saving surgery on a baby shiba.

“I actually performed a very successful surgery on a pup today,” you start, “I was so nervous honestly, it was super risky and I’ve grown so attached to her on the count of her frequent visits and tests, so my nerves we’re shot!” You exclaim shaking your head. It’s quiet.

You look up instantly meeting eyes with Seungcheol. His deep dark browns staring at you attentively. Listening and taking in every word that came out of your mouth. You can’t help but blush at the sight. That’s when you finally take the chance to analyze him. His black hair lay messily atop his head, some strands hanging over his eyes. He’s wearing a white tank top that exposed his beautiful broad shoulders. You look back up at his face and notice he’s biting his lips.

How long have you been staring? Has he noticed?

“Wow,” He says snapping you out of your thoughts. “Sounds like it was a lot and you have to remember not to get too emotionally involved Naekkeo”. He says gently. He didn’t seem to notice your staring. He straightens up and reaches out for your hands. “Yea I know, they’re just so cute.” You respond as you place your hands softly on his big palms.

“Saw something you liked y/n?” He asks caressing your hands, making soft circles on the back of your hand. He’s staring at you intensely as if he’s trying to undress you with his eyes.

He noticed.

You feel the your cheeks getting warm and you look down shyly. Even after all these years together, he still gives you butterflies like it’s the first time meeting him all over again.

“I was just uh-,” you start. “I just noticed how messy your hair looked.” You say sheepishly. You smile and shake your head. “How is it that you can still give me the same feeling I’ve felt when I first met you Cheol?” You ask him. He smiles exposing his cute deep dimples. “I don’t know?”, he starts. “Maybe it was the spell I placed on you after our first date”. You roll your eyes at his cheesy remark. He’s so cute. “Whatever.” You smirk.

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You start to gather the dishes to clean when you hear your phone ding on the table. You put the remaining dishes you were holding in the sink and walk back towards your phone.

Dokyeomie🍕 8:17 pm: Bestieeeeee

Dokyeomie🍕 8:17 pm: Wanna hang out after work this Saturday🥹

Dokyeomie🍕 8:19 pm: Soonyoung is flying in around 3 that day. We could meet at your place after we drop his things off at his hotel.

You’re usually just home lounging around after work. Cheol doesn’t come home for almost another 3 hours after you get off anyways so you could use the company.

You haven’t seen your bestfriend in like a month anyways, and you miss him.

You 8:21 pm: Yea why not, I’ll be home. I miss you my Seokminnie☺️

You 8:21 pm: Didn’t know you and Hosh made up

Dokyeomie🍕 8:23: Yea we’re over it now, she was nobody anyways🥱

You 8:24: Lol yea whatever you say🤣, I’ll see you this weekend ok? Gn bestie

Dokyeomie🍕 8:25: Yay😁see you this weekend gn y/n

“You okay?” Seungcheol asks, damn near scaring you to death. “Jeez Cheollie,” you say holding your chest, “you scared the shit out of me.” You put your phone back down on the charger and start walking towards the kitchen. Cheol following you.

“Seokmin and Soonyoung are gonna come by Saturday after I get off work.” You tell him turning the faucet on. He grabs the towel off the counter beside the sink. Ready to help you with drying the dishes. “Cool, when was the last time you’ve seen each other?” He asks drying a plate. You shrug your shoulders and look over at him. “It’s been a while, he’s been “busy”.” You say using air quotes.

Dokyeom was recently in a relationship. She was introduced to him by Soonyoung, one of our close friends. To make a long story short, she cheated on Dk with Yeonjun, one of Hoshi’s associates, at a party. Hoshi found out and didn’t tell Dokyeom about it. He was pretty mad at him and instantly broke up with the girl. He says that she was a nobody, but they dated for almost a year and Dk grew to love her. It definitely broke his heart, not that he’d admit to it.

“He’s been shelled away in his house since the breakup but if he says he was “busy” then who am I to doubt him”. You say handing Seungcheol a cup. You finish washing the last of the dishes and turn the faucet back off. “As long as they’re alright and are talking again that’s all that matters right?” Cheol says kissing your cheek. Your stomach flutters and you smile.

“Yeah I guess you’re right.” You turn the lights off in the kitchen and living room then grab your phone as you make your way upstairs. Seungcheol grabs your hand as you reach the top of the steps. He pulls you back softly, turning around to meet his hard chest. “I missed you today y/n.” He says biting his lips. He cups your chin turning you into a kiss, your lips instantly reciprocating.

He kisses you softly, stroking his tongue across your lips asking for an invitation. You instantly oblige parting your lips for his tongue to play with yours. He guides you into your room with a hand on your back. You haven’t had him all day. You can never get enough of the way he admires you so passionately.

“Cheollie,” you began, a soft moan escaping as he kissed your shoulder, gently lowering your bra strap. “Shower.” You say, tugging on his shirt. He picks you up bridal style and carries you toward the bathroom. He places you on the sink before starting the steaming shower. You began to take your clothes off, feeling Seungchol’s eyes watching your every move.

You look up making direct eye contact, your cheeks burn as you turn away still unable to maintain eye contact after all this time. It’s not like he hasn’t seen your naked body before. “You’re beautiful.” He says staring at you heatedly. You turn slightly covering your breast, tossing your bra at him playfully. “See something you like Cheol?” You ask using his own words against him. You step into the shower closing your eyes as warm water rushes down your head, flowing like a stream to your toes.

You feel arms wrap around your stomach and you turn around to see Seungcheol looking down at you. You move over slightly letting him into the water. The way it just runs down his head. His hair falling over his face and the way he slicks it back with his hand, it’s driving you insane. God how is he so hot. You look down at his now fully exposed body. His abs glistening against the moonlit ambience in the skylight above the shower. His large member fully erect as it softly pokes your belly.

You place your hands on his abs and slowly make your way lower. “I missed you too baby.” You say softly as you let your hands grip his hard cock. He picks you up suddenly wrapping your legs around his waist as he pins you against the wall.

You moan quietly as his lips find their way back to yours. “Fuck!” You groan as he rubs the tip of his dick along your folds. “I love you so much baby,” he whispers against your lips, “there’s no one I’d rather love-” a kiss against your shoulder, “no one I’d rather fuck.” He groans sliding into you slowly.

“Cheollie fuck!” You shout gripping onto his shoulder tightly. “Mmm, can’t believe I went the whole day without feeling your pussy.” he says moaning. You can never get over how dirty Cheol sounds when he has you like this, begging for anything he’d give you.

“God! You feel so good baby, so tight.” He rambles placing a hand on the wall while using the other to hold you up. In the midst of fucking you crazy, he still manages to make you feel so safe and balanced between him and the wall, never letting his grip loosen.

You feel your body start to tingle as he picks up the pace. He kisses you sloppily, teeth clashing as he moans inside your mouth.

He bites your bottom lip and you let out a moan. You throw your head back as he hits your g-spot, he knows your body like the back of his hand, pulling your strings like a fiddle. “Baby I-I’m g-gonna cum.” You say closing your eyes losing yourself to the pleasure. You drown in the ecstasy his strokes give. Sinking further and further into that hazy headspace.

“Not yet baby, wait for daddy.” He coos caressing one of your tits with his free hand. “I’m almost there baby, fuck.” He says. You look back down to see his eyes closed and him biting his lip. “Fuck me Cheollie…yessss, just like that.” You moan out meeting his thrusts in tandem. You feel him groan into your shoulder and you know he’s close. You lean in, biting his ear and kissing down to his neck. He moans loudly and you know that was it for him. “Shit baby yess…..fuck I’m cumming.” He says rubbing your clit with his free hand pushing you over the edge. You climax together, gripping each other tightly as you come down from your collective high.

“I love you y/n.” He says gently placing you down on your feet, still holding you close as to not let you stumble. You bask in the afterglow, holding him close. You stand on your tiptoes and give him a kiss. “I love you too Seungcheol.”

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The sun shined brightly through his office as he walks inside. Seungcheol was placing his bag on the chair by his desk when his assistant walked in. Kim Mingyu has worked for Seungcheol for quite some time now, becoming good friends as years passed. “Some night huh boss?” He says chuckling. Cheol was a bit groggy today, and Mingyu liked to mess with him. “Y/n kept you up late last night?” He laughed placing a coffee on his desk.

Seungcheol glares lowly, no real heat behind it and shakes his head, sipping his coffee. “We ready for this meeting?” He asks grabbing files from his drawer. Mingyu shakes his head, putting a hand in his pocket. “Just about, we’re waiting on your new VP, she isn’t in yet so,” he says checking his watch, “we still have a few more minutes.” Seungcheol rolls his eyes. He hates tardiness, it’s one of his biggest pet peeves in a workplace.

“We have a lot to go over so we have to start now.” He commands walking out of his office. Making his way to the conference room, he groans as he collides with someone. Papers flew everywhere. He bends down to help pick them up but his hand brushes another in the midst. He looks up to meet eyes with a woman. “I’m so sorry.” She says, bowing slightly and tucking her hair behind her ear.

Seungcheol smiled reassuringly. “It’s alright, your the new VP aren’t you?” He asks standing back up and handing her the papers he held. She nodded, staring at Cheol. “Sorry I’m late, traffic was horrible leaving my apartment.” She apologized. Seungcheol nodded, understanding. “Come, we’re beginning now.” He said, leading her to the conference room.

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“I’m just happy she’s ok.” You say proudly over the phone. “Don’t forget she has an exam coming up soon, we gotta make sure she’s not scarring too bad or anything from the surgery.” The woman on the other end agrees and says her goodbyes. You hang up and take a deep breathe. You finally get some quiet time in your office. It’s been busy today, from checkups to filing paperwork, you’ve been on your feet all day.

“You alright?” Your receptionist Younji asks stopping by your office. The clinic was slowing down now and there aren’t anymore customers occupying the lobby, so you don’t mind her coming in. “Yea I’m fine, just tired.” You say, your yawn proving how burnt out you were. She smiles and leans against the door. “Long day huh, it hasn’t been this busy in a while.” She comments running her fingers through her hair. She’s right. We haven’t been this busy in almost 3 weeks. “Yea something must be in the water.” You say jokingly.

Your phone began to ring and Younji excuses herself, closing the door behind her as you go to pick it up. It’s Seungcheol.

“Hey Jagiya,” he says as soon as you answer.

“Hey babe, how’s work?” You ask smiling at the sound of his voice. You then hear a few laughs from his side of the phone.

“Hey, I won’t be home til late today baby,” he starts. “Me and a couple friends are gonna go for some drinks after work.” He tells you. You nod your head at his statement. A weird feeling sinking in your stomach. “Well Seokmin and Soonyoung will be there to keep me company so that’s alright.” You tell him, remembering your messages with Dk earlier that week.

“Okay great, I’ll see you tonight then.” He says. “I love you.” You hear him kiss the phone receiver and you can’t help but chuckle at his action. “I love you too Cheollie, see you later.” You hang up and place your phone back on your desk. It’s 1 pm right now. You’ll be home soon. Just a couple hours left. You think to yourself, leaving your office.

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“I don’t care how much money you give me, I’m not jumping into a pile of cow shit. No!” Seungcheol says laughing. He was at a bar not too far from Hybe building and everyone was a few shots in by now. Mingyu laughed loudly, holding his stomach. “Quit asking stupid questions Gyu.” Seungcheol laughs. Everyone was laughing or engaging in their own conversations. The woman from earlier, Naeyon, giggles lightly. “Yea that’s a disgusting question anyway.” She says taking a sip of her soju.

“Ok,” Mingyu starts, finally over his laughing fit. “What if y/n was at the bottom of said shit pile, would you then jump?” He says raising his eyebrows. Seungcheol chuckles to himself. “If y/n was stuck at the bottom of a pile of cow shit,” he began, “I would personally shovel my way through to her.” He says sipping his drink. “Happy now?” He asks lifting his bottle. Mingyu claps while laughing. “Ladies and gentlemen, our CEO.” He says causing the rest of their colleagues to clap unknowingly.

He shakes his head while looking down. Naeyon takes a seat in one of the stools away from him. Trying to grasp his attention. “So you have a girlfriend I assume?” She asks looking up to Cheol, catching his attention. He nods his head while sipping his beer. “Uh yes, yes I do.” He looks away for a second then meets her eyes again. “As a matter of fact, I should be getting home now.” He says grabbing his jacket.

She grabs his wrist before he could completely stand up. “Let me buy you one more drink.” She offers smiling lightly. “I mean we are gonna be working together, might as well get acquainted right?” She suggests beckoning him to sit back down. He looks at the watch on his wrist, 8:45 pm. I’ve got time. He thinks to himself. “Just one more.” He says sitting back down.

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“Really?” You laugh out as Soonyoung finishes up his story. “That’s so petty Dk.” You say to your bestfriend. Soonyoung telling you how Dokyeom blocked him on everything. He even deleted his social media so Hoshi couldn’t contact him while they were fighting. “What?” Seokmin asks shrugging his shoulders. “That was a dick move and you know it Soon.” Dk said crossing his arms. You knew the whole situation still rubbed him the wrong way. He’s been your bestfriend since freshman year of high school. You knew him like the back of your hand.

“I apologized Dk. Really I’m sorry.” Soonyoung says sincerely grasping Dokyeom by his shoulders and shaking him. “I vow to never ever keep anything from you again.” He says holding out his pinky finger. “I promise.” Dk rolled his eyes, finally unfolding his arms and locking pinkies with Hoshi. “Good.” You say clapping your hands and standing up. “Anybody want another drink?” You ask walking towards the kitchen. “Yeah sure.” Hoshi says. You grab three bottles of Soju out the fridge and walk back to the living room. You hand the bottles over plopping back down. “Thanks baby.” Seokmin says opening his bottle.

“So where’s Seungcheol, shouldn’t he be coming home by now?” He asks changing the subject as he takes a sip with a raised eyebrow. You look at the clock hanging on the wall. 9:45! It is late isn’t it? You think to yourself. You shake your head as if to shake the thought away. “He’s out with a few friends from work, he told me earlier that he’d be home late.” You reassure them. They exchange a look to each other. “Unless he’s really out with some slutty assistant of his.” Hoshi laughs already tipsy.

You laugh uncertainly taking a sip of your drink. “While Mingyu is very handsome, I doubt Cheol would make any advances on him”. They laugh, holding their hands up in surrender. You then think back to the conversation you and Cheol had earlier this week. “There is this new VP that was hired on Monday.” You don’t know why you told them that or why it was even on your mind. Still you couldn’t shake the sinking feeling of his call from earlier. “He said she’s nice.” You finish looking away and rolling your eyes at yourself.

“HELLOO?!” Dk says loudly, smacking the couch. “He’s obviously out with her, right now!” He shouts, completely sure of himself. Hoshi laughs at Seokmin’s sudden outburst. You shake your head. Cheol would never. Besides they’re coworkers. You reassure yourself. “No, come on Dk,” you began, “Cheol would n-.” Your sentence was cut short by the door being swung open. Seungcheol walks in smiling big at you.

“NAEKKEO!!” He yells excitedly. He’s drunk. He turns and closes the door behind himself. He stumbles toward you, tripping over Hoshi and falling onto Dk. “Too much to drink huh Cheol?” Dk asks pushing him to the empty space beside him. You shake your head and walk towards him, checking his face. You brush the hair from his face, looking into his eyes. “Why would you drive like this?” You ask standing up with your hand on your hip. “I made it home didn’t I?” He sasses.

Dk stands up grabbing his now empty bottle. He walks to the kitchen and tosses it inside the bin. “On that note, I think it’s time for us to go.” He says to Hoshi clearing his throat. Soonyoung grabs his and Seokmin’s jacket and walk towards you. “It was great to catch up,” he says hugging you, “see you again soon y/n. Don’t be a stranger!” You walk them to the door, also receiving a hug from Dokyeom. “Love you bestie, thanks for coming over.” You say pulling away. “See you soon.” He says before heading out the door. You close it behind them, locking it in the process, you take a deep breath before making your way back to Cheol.

He’s sprawled across the couch, his eyes now closed. You shake your head as you pull him up. Jeez he’s so heavy. You say to yourself, wincing at the sudden pressure on your shoulder. “Come on Cheollie, you have to help me a little. You say as you walk towards the stairs, his arm wrapped around your shoulder as you keep him from stumbling. He lazily helps you carry him up the steps, tripping over a few in the midst.

You finally make it to the room and you push him onto the bed. He lands forcefully, face first. You place his bag on a chair by your vanity and look over to him. He seems to be asleep now. You shake your head as you began to undress him, starting with his shoes. As you were beginning to take his pants off, you hear a ding, coming from his bag. You walk to the chair you placed it in and look inside. His phone screen lights up the dark space inside as you reach for it. It was a text from an unknown number.

Unknown 10:15: Hey it’s me☺️, just making sure you made it home

Unknown 10:16: You seemed a bit drunk when you left

Unknown 10:17: Anyways just checking on you haha, see you on Monday

“You okay baby?” Cheol asks, suddenly awake. You nod holding his phone up for him to see. “You got a message from some unknown number.” You tell him walking towards the bed. He takes it and looks at the screen briefly. He shakes his head and tosses his phone to the side. “It’s nothing.” He reassured grabbing your hand. “Come here.” He demands pulling you on the bed closer to him. He kisses your lips and you could smell the alcohol on his breathe. You push him back, staring into his eyes. “Take this off babe.” You tell him, referring to his buttoned up shirt. He lazily unbuttons some, but you finish it off for him. “Goodnight beautiful.” He says turning over. You kiss him on his cheek and lay beside him. Trying not to get suffocated by the constant thoughts in your head, you close your eyes and slowly drift off to sleep.

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“Knock knock.” Seungcheol looks up from his computer to the voice coming from his office door. It was Nayeon. It’s been two months now that she’s been working here, and since then, she’s grown quite comfortable, too comfortable. “Can I come in?” She asks interrupting Cheol from his work. “Sure, is there something you need?” He asks her. She shakes her head, closing the door as she walks in. He looks confused as she walks up and takes a seat across from him.

“I just wanted to tell you that sales have been great since changing the initial marketing technique.” She says referring to their last meeting. He nods sitting back in his chair. “Yes I’ve noticed,” he started, “great job you’re doing.” He says smiling. She blushes, tucking her hair behind her hair. “Thank you Cheol, your ideas really helped.” She says, cheeks turning red. Seungcheol stares at her, surprised by the sudden nickname, a name only close friends used.

“Is there anything else you need?” He asks her shifting in his chair. She looks at the watch on her wrist and looks back up at him. “I’m just about to head out for my break,” she starts, “let me treat you to lunch.” She’s grinning widely. He looks at his watch and sighs. I’ve gotten a substantial amount of work done so why not? “Sure there’s a cafe across the street from here that we could go to.” He says standing up. She smiles also standing up. “Great.” He follows her to the elevator and steps inside with her once it arrives.

“So how do you like the job so far?” He asks her breaking the silence. She turns and looks up at him. “It’s great really. Everyone’s nice and I have an awesome boss.” She smirks flirtatiously. He smiled shyly rubbing the back of his neck. “Just keep up the good work and you’ll breeze by.” He says nicely changing the subject. They make it out the elevator and to the lobby, the warm breeze caressing Cheol’s skin as he steps outside. She follows closely beside him as they cross the street into the cafe on the corner.

“Can I get two medium iced americanos with two pumps of sugar and caramel drizzle, and can I also get two sandwiches on a toasted croissant please?” He asks the woman at the counter, once they get inside. She tells him his price and he pulls out his wallet to pay. “Hey, I’m supposed to be treating you remember?” Nayeon says stepping in front of him. He shakes his head and gently moves her out the way. “I’m a man, I couldn’t.” He says handing over the bills. They stand by the end of the counter and wait for their order to be called.

Once they get their food, they sit at one of the few tables by the window. “You didn’t have to do that.” She says taking a sip of her coffee. He shook his head before taking a bite of his sandwich. “Now you owe me.” He says covering his mouth. She grinned, looking down shyly. “So tell me about this girlfriend of yours,” she started, “she seems like a lucky girl.” Seungcheol chuckled to himself. “Nah, if anything I’m the lucky one. She’s amazing.” He says looking away.

Nayeon smiled not reaching her eyes like earlier. “Well then you’re lucky to have each other.” She says pulling at her sleeve. “I mean how did she score a catch like you?” She asks staring into Seungcheol. He shrugs, cheeks turning red. Looking at his watch he begins to stand up. “I think it’s uh- time to get back.” He says clearing his throat. “Of course.” She said grabbing her bag and standing up. They tossed their trash and she followed him back across the street into the large building. They throw their now empty cups into the bin by the elevator before stepping in.

After what seemed like forever, the elevator doors close. Then suddenly, before he could react, Nayeon is connecting her lips with him. She kisses him deeply before he shoves her away looking down at her. “W- what are you doing?” He asks her stepping back. She steps forward trailing him. “Come on, she doesn’t have to find out.” She says before forcing herself back onto his lips. They kiss for a few seconds before he comes to his senses. What the fuck am I doing? This is wrong. He thought to himself before pulling away again.

The elevator doors finally open up to the 16th floor and he quickly steps out. He rushes back to his office but is stopped by Nayeon calling his name. He turns around just as she’s walking up towards him, stopping beside him. “She doesn’t have to know.” She calls again before walking off. He finally steps into his office and closes the door. What the fuck?

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Its been two weeks since the incident, and Nayeon continues through their work day as if it hasn’t happened. “See you tomorrow Cheol.” Mingyu calls out as Seungcheol walks past him, leaving the office. He waves back at him and steps in to the waiting elevator. Before the doors could close, Cheol hears someone yell out to him. “HOLD THOSE DOORS PLEASE.” The voice yells. He quickly puts his hand out so the doors don’t shut and the person walks in. It’s Nayeon, holding her bag and a few other things. “Thanks Cheol.” She says smiling up at him.

He doesn’t say anything. Just looks up at the numbers above the doors as they count down to the garage. “Giving me the silent treatment aye?” She asks nudging him lightly. He walks out once they reach the garage, still not saying anything. He finally gets to his car and he suddenly feels a hand on his shoulder.

“Cheol,” she began. Turning around he cuts her off. “Don’t call me that.” He says sternly. He looks up and sighs heavily. “I have a girlfriend Nayeon, this can’t happen.” He says pointing to the two of them. She grins and looks down at his lips. Before she could act, Seungcheol clicks the button on his car key and climbs in, tossing his bag on the passenger seat.

Nayeon taps on the glass lightly asking him to roll down his window. Just drive off Cheol. Don’t entertain her. He thought to himself. He sighs and eventually rolls it down. “She doesn’t have t-.” She’s again cut off by Seungcheol’s deep voice. “Stop!” He says a bit loudly. “She does because she’s my girlfriend and I love her.” He tells her, as if to remind himself. “Ok so you don’t mind me telling her how you came on to me in that elevator two weeks ago?” She threatens. He looks at her, puzzled by her remark. “Just leave me alone.” He says before driving off, leaving Nayeon standing there alone.

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This shit sucks. Oh to be a woman. You think to yourself while hugging your stomach. It’s that time of the month for you and you can barely move. I’m hungry, you thought to yourself. “Shit dinner!” You say out loud. Cheol would be home any minute and you haven’t started cooking yet. You look at the time on your phone and throw yourself back on the bed. Fuck. Takeout it is, you thought. You open up the food delivery app on your phone and start scrolling through the endless choices. “I’m really craving some pizza right now.” You say out loud to yourself.

“BABE?!” You hear the door slam shut and you knew Seungcheol was home. “UP HERE!” You yell back. He walks up the steps to your room and plop himself on the bed next to you. He’s still thinking about what happened at work and he’s reluctant to tell you. “How was work?” You ask him snapping him out of his thoughts. He sits up running his fingers through his hair. “Stressful.” Is all he says before getting up and walking to the bathroom, taking his phone with him.

“How so?” You ask as he cracks the door. It’s quiet. You can faintly hear typing coming from his phone. Seungcheol types out a message responding to Nayeon’s previous one.

NCoworker 5:30: Come on Cheol. It wasn’t that bad was it?

NCoworker 5:31: Ik you enjoyed it a little right?😌

Cheol 5:45: This has to stop. I love y/n and nothing you do will change that.

NCoworker 5:46: I won’t tell her Cheollie. I promise.

Cheol 5:46: Meet me in my office tomorrow during lunch. This’ll be over soon.

NCoworker 5:46: If you say so. I’ll see you at work. Goodnight love.

“Who you texting?” You ask, making him jump slightly. He turns around quickly locking his phone. “Just Mingyu telling me about his girlfriend.” He lied. You nodded, part of you not believing him, but you quickly brushed that feeling away. “Takeout tonight?” You ask holding up your phone. You’re still undecided so you ask for his opinion. “I kind of want pizza and wings, but if you want something else we can choose the latter.” You tell him walking into his chest, wrapping your arms around him. He’s warm and his heart is beating quite fast. He seems nervous.

“You ok?” You ask looking up at him. He nods and leans down to kiss your nose. “Pizza it is.” He says walking back out of the bathroom holding your hand. You quickly order the food and lay on the bed, letting his hand go. Seungcheol is by the closet undressing. “You know I love you right?” He says randomly. You nod, somewhat confused by his question. “Of course, why what’s wrong?” You ask, brows furrowed. He just shrugs and walks back towards the bathroom, stopping by the door. “Just wanted to make sure you knew that.” He says before walking in and closing the door behind him.

You look over to where he was previously standing and noticed he left his phone. That sinking feeling returns and the next thing you know, your grabbing his phone quickly running back to the bed. Opening it, you didn’t really expect to find anything, you’re not even sure what made you want to go through it. You click on his messages and something immediately catches your eye. “Goodnight love.” Who is that? Your head immediately floods with thoughts. You click the message and your heart jumps.

NCoworker 5:46: I won’t tell her Cheollie. I promise.

Cheol 5:46: Meet me in my office tomorrow during lunch. This’ll be over soon.

NCoworker 5:46: If you say so. I’ll see you at work. Goodnight love.

What the fuck? Who is this? Is he- No. You instantly brush the thought away. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t! Before you could think of anything else, you quickly close out of everything and place his phone back where it was. You hear the water turning off, signaling that he was done showering. You grab the remote and quickly put something random on tv.

A movie began playing loudly as he walks out of the bathroom. “Watcha watching?” Cheol asks smiling at you. He walks into the closet and began dressing himself. You can’t help but sit and think about what you saw. Who is N. What won’t she tell someone. Why is she calling him Cheollie? So many thoughts flood your mind that you didn’t even hear Cheol calling your name. “Y/N!” He says snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Everything alright?” He asks drying his hair. You look over at him. He’s wearing a black T-shirt with some grey sweat pants. His hair loosely hang over his face as he continues to dry it. “Yea everything’s alright.” You say lowly. At least that’s what you told yourself. Just then you hear the doorbell ring. “Must be the food.” Cheol says rushing downstairs, taking his phone and his wallet with him.

Your phone begins to ring. You look at the caller ID to see that it’s your dad. Shit. Here we go. You reluctantly answer.

“Hey dad.” You say, fake excitement in your voice.

“Don’t sound to eager to hear from us.” He says, noticing the sarcasm. “Your mother and I are in town and we would like to see you.” He tells you. You roll your eyes. Terrible timing. Just as I’m starting to make assumptions on Cheol’s whereabouts at work. Your dad never really liked the idea of you and Seungcheol being together. Said he didn’t like the looks of him. Cheol was just a COO at the time. Working underneath a now close friend of his, Kim Namjoon. The elder really favored Cheol and his work ethic and promoted him within a couple years after his retirement. Still, my father didn’t think he was good enough for me.

“Great,” you start, throwing your head back. “What time would be good for you guys?” You ask. You can hear your mother on the other side saying something. Seungcheol walks back in with a plate of pizza and some wings for you and him to share. You get up and walk to the small table in your room. “Tomorrow night. We can grab dinner and catch up.” Your dad says finally. Seungcheol makes a small gesture as to question who was calling. You hold up a finger, telling him to wait a second.

“Sure dad, so I’ll meet you guys tomorrow night at 9.” You tell him. He agrees. Then hangs up. You sigh deeply before taking a bite of your pizza. “That your parents?” He asks handing you a bottle of water. You nod looking over at him. Your mind rushing back to his messages as you continue to stare at him. “Anything interesting happen at work today?” You question hoping he would let you in on whatever those texts were about.

He shakes his head. “Just constantly trying to boost sales for our clients and what not.” He says biting into a piece of chicken. “Gotta keep our clients happy.” He says drinking some of his water. He didn’t tell you. Since when did he start keeping things to himself? Since when did he lie to you? Again thoughts crowding your mind.

You didn’t want to think the worse. But then why would he be lying to you. Why couldn’t he just tell you. You shake the thought away. He wouldn’t. “Could you take this downstairs?” You ask Seungcheol, quickly losing your appetite. He furrows his brows. “You going to bed?” He asks watching you climb back into bed. You nod your head without saying anything else.

Shit. Does she know. She couldn’t possibly. Seungcheol thought to himself. Maybe meeting her parents is what’s upsetting her. They don’t have the best relationship. His mind racing as he took the food downstairs to the kitchen. Just then he got a call from his phone. NCoworker displayed brightly on his screen. What the fuck? Why is she calling him so late?

Seungcheol takes a glance to the top of the steps before hesitatingly answering.

“Hey there.” Nayeon says flirtatiously. He runs his fingers through his hair. What was he doing? Why did he answer? “What did you want Nayeon?” He asks quietly. “I figured you would still be awake.” She says giggling slightly. “I’d love your company right now.” He shakes his head at her remark. What the fuck was her problem? “What the fuck is wrong with you Nayeon,” he begins “This ends tomorrow.” He says to her before hanging up.

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“Yes two pumps of sugar.” You tell the barista at the cafe. You decide to surprise Cheol by bringing him lunch. You tell yourself that what you saw yesterday was just a misunderstanding. At the same time, you thought it would be a great time to bring him lunch, NOT because he said he would be meeting this N at that time. Though that was also sitting in the back of your mind, nothing wrong with a little lunch pop up right?

You park your car in the garage that connects to Hybe building. Walking towards and into the elevator, you began to get feeling again. Why? It’s not like I haven’t been here before. You think to yourself. Something was different though. A faint nervous feeling. Nervous because you didn’t know what you were walking into.

Finally reaching the 16th floor of the building, you walk until you reach the section his office was in. Mingyu spots you and gives you an endearing smile. “Hey y/n. Nice to see you again.” He says standing up to give you a friendly hug. “Should I let Cheol know, h-.” You basically yell cutting him short. “No!” You shout making him jump slightly. “No,” you continue less loudly now. “I brought lunch for him and wanted to surprise him.” You say showing him the bag and the coffee. He smiles and nods understandingly. “Got it, you know where to go.” He says returning back to his work.

You began walking down the long hallway, making your way to his office. As you reach it, you notice the door is closed. You can faintly make out two voices, one being Cheol’s, the other sound like it belonged to a woman. You instantly walk in, swinging the door open widely. You see Seungcheol and this woman standing uncomfortably close to each other. He notices you and quickly back away.

“What’s this?” You ask staring at him. He looks over at the woman and then back at you. “You must be y/n.” The woman chimes excitedly. She quickly walks up to you bowing. “I’m Nayeon.” She says smiling. N. This has to be her. You look at Cheol who still hasn’t said anything. “Yes,” he finally blurts out, “this is my girlfriend, y/n.” He says still staring at you. He blinks quickly and look away. “What’s going on?” You ask him. He walks up to you and kisses you softly on the lips. You notice Nayeon shift slightly on her feet.

“We were just discussing uh-,” he starts thinking to himself, “some major marketing plans we had for our clients.” He said looking down and noticing the bag in your hand. “You brought me lunch?” He asks you. You couldn’t gather any words, your mind was running a marathon. “I’m the new VP, I’ve been here for about two and a half months now. Cheollie and I here have been working pretty closely.” She tells you happily, staring endearingly at Seungcheol.

“Cheollie?” You repeat, questioning her choice of words. “Yea,” she says all giddy, “we’re basically partners.” She says nudging him. Cheol looks at you and puts his head down. “Nayeon please excuse yourself.” He demands to her. She instantly obliges and closes the door behind herself. You look up at Seungcheol as he guides you to a couch in his office. “Cheollie?” You repeat again, staring deeply at Seungcheol. He grabs your hand reassuringly.

“It’s nothing, I promise it’s nothing.” He says staring into you. You shake your head at him. “It doesn’t seem like nothing Cheol, she seems awfully close to you.” You say, your cheeks turning red. Is this why he’s been lying to you? “I saw the messages Cheol.” You tell him. His eyes widen, he clears his throat trying to remain calm. He swallows thickly and looks back at you. “She’s been coming on to me.” He admits with his head down. You scrunch your face at his remark. “I’ve been avoiding and dodging her advances. I promise nothing has happened or will ever happen.” He promises squeezing your hand tightly.

You didn’t say anything, just nodded. Nothing could escape your mouth. There was a knock at the door, you both look up to see Mingyu standing there with a few papers and folders. “Sorry to interrupt you guys,” he says quietly. “Cheol I have the Chairman on line 3, he’s waiting to hear from you on the recent changes made to the company”. He says before excusing himself.

You finally speak up. “I have to go, there’s some things I have to grab before meeting my parents tonight.” He nods but grabs your wrist before you can leave. “There’s a company party being thrown later,” he says, “we’re celebrating the release of our new group, maybe you could come by after dinner?” He asks. You force out a soft smile. Maybe there really is nothing going on. Maybe he’s telling the truth. He would never lie to you, right?

You go in for a hug, which he returns. “I’ll try ok?”

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You take a deep breathe before shaking away your nerves. You were standing outside the restaurant your parents told you to come to. You always got a nervous feeling when seeing them again. They’re very judgmental and you long for their approval. You finally walk inside approaching the man at the front. “Hi! I have a reservation for Lee.” He looks up and down his list, nodding his head after finding your last name. “Yes, the rest of your party are already here, follow me.” He says walking off.

As you walk deeper into the restaurant, you see your parents sitting at a circle table towards the back. Your mother notices you and stand up to greet you. “My kitten!” She says excitedly. You smile and walk into her welcoming arms. The scent of blossoms and peaches cloud your senses. You pull away looking over at your dad. He stands up bowing to you with a gentle smile. “Long time no see,” he says dramatically. He then pulls you into a tight hug. “Your mother and I missed you.” He admits shyly. He pulls your chair out for you to sit, he takes his seat after helping your mother. You smile endearingly, shocked by your dads’ words. You fell out with your parents once you started dating Seungcheol.

Your dad just couldn’t get behind the fact that you decided to move in with him, and your mother stands behind every decision he makes. Basically disowning you once you moved away, you haven’t really spoken to them much from that point, so it’s pretty relieving to hear this. “I’ve realized over these past years that he isn’t going anywhere,” he starts,“so I’m willing to give him a chance my Bear, for you.” Your dad finishes. You instantly go in for another hug. Finally.

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Shit. Who made this drink? Seungcheol thought to himself. He was now sitting at one of the tables on the far side of the conference hall, now on his 3rd or 4th drink by now. “Enjoying the party?” Mingyu asks him walking up to take a seat beside him. Seungcheol holds his cup up with an eyebrow raised. “Who made this drink?” He asks taking another sip, his head beginning to feel fuzzy. “I don’t know, strong isn’t it?” Mingyu questions scrunching his nose up. Seungcheol nearly finishes his drink, the strong taste in the back of his throat.

“You coming back out there?” Mingyu asks standing back up. Seungcheol blinked rapidly, his drink almost catching up to him. “I gotta run to my office really quick.” He said standing up, stumbling slightly before catching himself. Mingyu pats him on the back and makes his way back to the party. Seungcheol walks out of the party towards the elevator. Fuck, this shit is strong, he thought with a shake of his head. Finally the elevator arrives and he presses the 16 for his main office level.

Making his way around the dark space, he finally reaches his office, walking in and closing the door behind him. He sits on the couch that’s awfully comfortable to him right now. He really left to get away from the loud music. The party was nice, but he needed some quiet time for the moment. He kicks his feet up to be fully laid out on the couch, with his arms tucked comfortably behind his head. Just then he heard his office door swing open and close. Fuck.

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Dinner was amazing. You and your parents touched on a lot of your problems and your dad is even willing to create a mutual relationship with Seungcheol. You pick your phone up and text Cheol telling him that you were on your way to his company’s party.

You 10:35: Heyy Cheollie, dinner went great☺️

No answer. You put your car in drive and hold your foot on the break.

You 10:37: I’m otw ok? I love you❤️

You put your phone down and began making your way to him. Now that your dad loosened his hold on him, you could get them to have a proper meeting together. You couldn’t wait to tell Cheol about it. Driving through the beautiful luminous city lights Seoul has to offer you smile to yourself, it’s so pretty at night, and you rarely go out at night so you don’t get to enjoy this view much.

You finally reach Hybe building and park your car in the adjoined parking garage. You get to the elevator and quickly press the button to the lobby. Fuck. I forgot to ask him what floor the party would be on, You thought reaching the lobby. Walking out, you see the sign with celebratory balloons hanging from it. You approach it to see that the party is on the 12th floor. You sigh and walk back towards the elevator, getting in and pressing the number 12 button.

You finally reach the 12th floor and greet the security guard you’re so used to seeing during your visits. “Nice to see you Ms. Lee.” He says letting you walk past him. You enter to see Mingyu dancing wildly in the middle of the room. You stand by the front laughing as he jumps and does some crazy moves with his arms. He finally spots you and runs towards you. “Y/n!” He says all excitedly. Your instantly pulled into a hug. You giggle at his sudden action. “Where’s Seungcheol?” You ask him after he let you go. He snaps his fingers as if trying to remember. “Ohhh yea,” he starts, “he went to his office.” He says now offering you a drink. You take it and thank him, walking back to the elevator.

When the doors opened to his floor, you couldn’t help but get this cold feeling. It was much different in here at night, an almost eerie feeling. You walk around the dark almost unfamiliar area, finally making it to the hallway that homed his office. Suddenly you hear voices, a man and a woman it sounds like. You can’t really make out their words, you’re too far. Who else would be here at this time?

As you’re close to approaching, you realize it’s coming from Cheol’s office. Finally getting a little closer, you can clearly hear it. “I promise I won’t tell her,” you hear her say, “she doesn’t have to know, this’ll just be our little secret.” She says, sounding seductive. You stand there trying to listen more. Then it’s quiet. You’re hot. You’re ears are hot. You quickly run down the rest of the hallway and burst through the door. Your chest heavy. You can’t breathe.

Walking in, you see Cheol laying back on his couch. His hair disheveled, shirt unbuttoned and pants halfway down. What the fuck. On top of him sat Nayeon, the very person he told you not to worry about. She quickly climbs off him, pulling her dress back down. Seungcheol quickly stands up, staring at you deeply, as if he’s trying to read your mind.

Your mind was racing. He wouldn’t. He couldn’t. Cheol would never. Your previous thoughts flooding your head. Five years. Five years of a relationship that he just let go of. Did he not care? You thought he loved you. He said that he would never hurt you. So many promises he made to you gone in an instant. You couldn’t breathe. Your chest heaved heavily. Oncoming tears stung at your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. Not right now, you couldn’t let them see you like this. Let her see you like this.

“Y/n.” Seungcheol said softly, as if he was proceeding with caution. He grabbed your hand and you quickly snatch away. “Do not fucking touch me Cheol!” You warn him, backing away. He looked at you with regret in his eyes. He looks a mess. Shirt still opened and pants pulled back up but unbuttoned. You look past him to see Nayeon grabbing her things and quickly running out of his office. You stand there quiet, thinking of your next words.

Seungcheol walks slowly towards you with his hand out. “Please Naekkeo, here me out.” He says using your nickname. A nickname that once made you feel warm and loved. Now it just makes you feel cold and unwanted. “Don’t call me that!” You snap at him. “You don’t get to call me that.” You say, pushing your tears away. You sniff and look away. Fighting the water works that were welling up the more you looked at him.

“Why?” You ask, not fully sure you wanted to know the answer. “It didn’t mean anything, she’s a nobody.” You’ve heard that before. Everytime a guy says that a girl is just a nobody, most of the time, she’s a somebody. You look at him shaking your head. “You lied to me Seungcheol.” You look up hoping your blurred vision would go away. “I clearly see why you haven’t answered any of my texts.” You say biting your lip. He runs his fingers through his hair and moves to grab your hand again.

To no surprise, you pull away again. “Y/n I-.” He’s cut short by your outburst. “YOU LOOKED ME IN MY EYES AND LIED TO MY FUCKING FACE SEUNGCHEOL!” You yell. “Please” he says tears filling his eyes. Smack! Your hand stings as you hit him. You don’t know what came over you but you hit him. You were hurting. You felt betrayed, embarrassed, and above all broken. “I hate you,” you spat. He stood there tears now rolling down his face. You quickly turn and began walking out, not wanting to be there anymore. “Y/n” he says, grabbing you wrist. You turn to look him in his eyes. “Fuck you Seungcheol.” You snatch away and run out. Leaving him there alone.

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My Cheollie🍒 11:45 pm: Y/n please

My Cheollie🍒 11:45 pm: Let me explain

My Cheollie🍒 11:46 pm: I love you so much, I would never do anything to purposely hurt you

My Cheollie🍒 11:47 pm: Talk to me

My Cheollie🍒 11:48 pm: Believe me she doesn’t mean anything to me

My Cheollie🍒 11:48 pm: You’re the only one I want to be with

My Cheollie🍒 11:49 pm: Please come home

My Cheollie🍒 11:49 pm: I need you baby please

You lay there in the bed staring at the messages that Seungcheol sent last night. You couldn��t bring yourself to reply to any of them. You spent the night at Seokmin’s place, not wanting to go home. He has a spare bedroom so he didn’t mind you coming to stay. You knew Cheol would be returning home that night and you didn’t want to be there once he arrived. You hated the way he made you feel. You hated the way he looked at you when you walked in his office. Why did he do it? You thought to yourself while staring at your lock screen. A picture of a painting you and Cheol painted together displayed brightly.

“How you feeling?” Dokyeom asks popping his head in the room breaking you out of your trance. You look up at him, wiping the tears you didn’t even realize started falling. He comes in and takes a seat on the bed, staring into your sad eyes. “I’m so sorry best.” He says holding his arms open, welcoming you into an embrace. You quickly sit up and fall into his warm body. He holds you tight, rubbing your back.

“What now?” You ask him through loud sobs. “We started a life together,” you start. “Just us and each other’s company.” You hug Dk tighter. I’m gonna have to completely start over. What will I tell my parents? “I have to start looking for my own place.” You say pulling away from him. He smiles softly and supportingly. “You can always stay here with me until you find one.” He replies. You force a smile out and chuckle slightly. “I love you Seokmin, thanks for always being there for me.” He pulls you into another hug and kisses your forehead. “I love you too y/n.” He says pulling away and standing up. “I’ll always be here for you.”

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It’s been two weeks and you finally gather the courage to go back to Cheol’s house. You’re there to get the rest of your things and return your key. For the past few days, you’ve been visiting whenever he was at work and taking a few clothes and personals. It’s 6:30 pm and you would’ve come earlier but you were at a meeting with a landlord for a potential apartment across town. You knew he would be there but you weren’t ready to face him just yet. It’s now or never. Come on y/n we can do it. You mentally prep yourself.

You walk up to his door and unlock it with your key. It still works. Are you surprised though? Making your way inside, you notice how dark it is. An unwelcoming type of darkness. “Y/n?” You walk further in and turn the lights on in the living room seeing Seungcheol sitting in a lounge chair by the window. “I won’t be long.” You say quickly making your way upstairs. You hear him following behind you which you pay no mind to.

“Where are you going?” He asks sloppily. He’s been drinking. He stands there watching you grab several suitcases you stored in the hallway closet. You ignore him as you open them up and quickly begin packing your things away. “Y/n answer me.” You stand up instantly meeting eyes with him. “There’s nothing for me to say to you Seungcheol.” You take a deep breathe and push past him going to your vanity. You grab your jewelry, taking each out of their own spaces and tossing them in a small bag.

“You haven’t been returning any of the messages I’ve been leaving you. Y/n we didn’t speak in two weeks. Where have you been?” You feel your irritation raise and look up to glare at him. Why is he speaking as if he’s done nothing wrong? Like he didn’t fully cheat on you with his coworker. After telling you nothing was going on. “YOU CHEATED ON ME CHOI SEUNGCHEOL. NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND. YOU-” You cut yourself off feeling the frustration rise in you.

He stumbles back trying to catch himself. He grabs the side of the vanity, balancing himself. “I love you.” He says walking closer to you. It’s now that you finally get to analyze him. He’s wearing a black tank top and a pair of adidas pants. His hair has grown longer and falls messily over his face. You can smell the alcohol on his breathe. “You did this Seungcheol. Not me”.

You finally finish packing ignoring everything he’s had to say to you. Your bags are in your car and you’re gathering the remaining of your things. Walking into the bathroom to get your personal hygienic items, you can’t help but remember the last time you and Cheol showered together. You were happy, everything was ok. How could it all go so wrong in the span of a couple of months. You shake your head and wipe the single tear that fell down your face away.

You walk out to see Seungcheol now sitting on the bed holding a bottle of water in his hand. “Don’t leave me y/n.” He says sluggishly. You look away and make your way for the door, stopping briefly. You turn to take one more look at him. “I hope it was worth it”. You say staring at him. This time he doesn’t say anything. Just stares back at you. You turn back around heading towards the stairs. When you finally reach the door, you hear his voice. “Don’t walk out on us, please.” He begs from the top of the steps. You stand there. Memories you shared flooding your mind. You sigh deeply, sobs threatening to burst from your chest. You grab the doorknob and head out finally closing the door on the love of your life.

“I’m sorry.” Seungcheol says after you close the door. 

What have I done?

[magical-regical]

Continuing my L&DS hyperfixation but also because Owl City just released a new single, here are some owl city songs that remind me of each LI and Caleb

Go under the cut if you want some extremely long commentary on why I picked the songs I did. If you don't care what I have to say, please peruse this TLDR;

Xavier: If My Heart Was a House

Zayne: Car Trouble

Rafayel: My Muse, Rainbow Veins

Caleb: Hot Air Balloon, The Bird and The Worm

Ah you're still here. A few disclaimers before you continue:

Whenever I mention MC in this, I will be using she/her pronouns.

I haven't listened to every owl city song in existence and some songs didn't stick with me the way the songs listed here did so if you think my takes are garbage and I'm a big dumb stupid idiot for not considering the song you're thinking of, uh, feel free to make your own post abt it.

I know sweet f a abt music theory so I'm just going based off vibes and lyrics not composition.

I haven't read Xavier's or Zayne's myth stories to completion and haven't read Rafayel's at all.

Anyway, without further ado, enjoy my lukewarm takes.

Xavier

This song makes me so soft and it's way too easy to imagine Xavier and MC dancing to this. The first lines sound like he's reminiscing of the time he had with MC in her past lives,

You're the sky that I fell through, and I remember the view whenever I'm holding you

The sun hung from a string, looking down on the world as it warmed over everything.

Chills run down my spine as our fingers entwine and your sighs harmonize with mine.

Unmistakably, I can still feel your heart beat fast when you dance with me.

He pulls her in closer as the first pre-chorus plays. And the two pre-chorus' in this song sound like a conversation between him and his memory of past!MC.

The first one:

We got older and I should've known,

Do you feel alive?

That I'd feel colder when I walk alone

Oh, but you'll survive

The second one:

I walk slowly when I'm on my own

Do you feel alive?

Yea but frankly, I still feel alone.

Oh, but you'll survive

And then the chorus hits and the vibes are immaculate. It feels like you're floating on air and imagine how Xavier looks at MC when the last few lines play,

Risk it all 'cuz I'll catch you if you fall,

Wherever you go,

If my heart was a house, you'd be home.

Because she is the celestial body that orbits around him, his north, his guiding star, and his heart will always be her home.

Zayne

And you can't convince me this isn't one of the songs that plays at their wedding.

This is the catalyst of this post's creation. As of writing this, it's the newest single and I am obsessed with it. So strap in folks, I have a lot to say.

First of all, the first thirty seconds of this song was released as a preview titled 'Floppy Fish' that came out ten years ago and we didn't hear anything else about it until suddenly we get a tweet about it four days ago (as of writing this part) and then this masterpiece. I think it reflects Zayne and MCs relationship quite well, they were childhood friends, lost contact for a while, and now they're reunited to build another beautiful relationship.

On to the song itself, the overall song is about going back to see the person you love even through all sorts of car troubles. The car theme immediately screamed 'Zayne' to me because out of all the boys we see him drive MC around the most.

It's a very upbeat song which contrasts Zayne's stoic personality but the whole song is something I can imagine actually happening to him.

I see the first verse as Zayne trying his damndest to finish up work instead of having actual car troubles,

I've been driving all afternoon, but I hate to say it, I won't be there soon = him working all afternoon and still having to do overtime

And though I'm late you know I just can't wait to come home to my slice of heaven on toast.

But my GrandPrix broke down without fail, another flat tire and another nail = the 'tire' being the hearts he has to operate on and 'another nail' referring to his surgeon's tools (even though the nail in the song is the thing that broke the tire in the first place not the thing fixing the flat)

I miss your smile but this could take a while 'cause this 'road closed' sign says there's no way around. = he can't just ditch work, obviously.

The second verse and chorus is him actually running out of gas on his way back from Akso and just describes his situation. Walking through the rain, only stopping to buy flowers for her.

Hey, it's kinda crazy what daisies jasmines can do.

And then these lines from the third verse,

I'd hand you a coffee right when you woke up

and

... all I find is all these highways wind and lead back to my slice of heaven on toast.

are so cute. Especially the 'slice of heaven on toast' thing since I imagine a slice of heaven on toast would taste sweet.

But wait, it gets better. Because the chorus that comes after goes,

Oh would your heart kind of glow if I held your hand and I promised to stay home?

Hey, when I blow in that's the first thing I'll do

It might take me forever

It might take me forever

But I love you forever and I can't wait to see you.

I'm dead. I'm deceased. I am a puddle of goo on the ground.

The bridge is the most upbeat part of the song and I imagine that's when he gets a call from MC because she's worried about him. Because honestly the line, 'Am I unavoidably detained or extremely fashionably late?' sounds like the kind of dry humor he'd enjoy.

And the song ends as he hangs up and continues his long journey on public transport to come home to her.

Rafayel

Now, fish boy gets two songs because I associate each one with what I like to call 'light mode' and 'dark mode' Rafayel.

I chose both songs because they had like, a lot of imagery involved in them and lean heavily into his whole artist job. So this isn't going to be as in depth as Zayne's lol.

Anyway,

This is light mode Rafayel. The whole song is him talking to MC. He's all happy-go-lucky and filled with inspiration. With how important color is to his current career the song just felt perfect.

The chorus also adds a few nice tidbits of his character,

Cheer up and dry your damp eyes, and tell me when it rains

And I'll blend up that rainbow above you and shoot it through your veins

'Cause your heart has a lack of color and we should've known

That we'd grow up sooner or later, 'cause we wasted all our free time alone

The first two lines sound like something he'd actually say when he's trying to comfort MC.

The line 'we wasted all our free time alone' sticks out to me because you ever notice this guy doesn't have any friends? Like, Xavier has Jeremiah and the countless old people he's made friends with when they're in their youth and Zayne has his coworkers at the hospital and his old profs. Raffy doesn't really have anyone like that? Sure he has Thomas and his Aunt Talia but judging by how fast they hung up on him after barely wishing him a happy birthday, I can't in good conscience call them his friends.

So yea maybe our boy was so focused on finding MC again he wasted all his free time alone.

Then we have dark mode Rafayel. And no I don't mean dark as in Rafayel when he's in revenge plot mode (whatever that is I don't have enough brain cells to comprehend what his plan could possibly be). I mean dark mode as in it's quite literally night time and he is left with nothing but his own thoughts. MC fell asleep at his place again and he's wistfully staring at her sleeping figure. This is the song in those moments.

Like Xavier, he's reminiscing about the past lives and past MCs. He's remembering the first time he met and the moment he decided she was the one. She was his bride. He's listing all the things he loves about her (which basically boils down to 'everything!'). She is his muse, now and forever.

And then the song ends with:

So I'll say it now before we're at the door that someday we'll walk through,

And if I'm the only one left in the room...

There's nowhere else I'd rather be than home with you.

Do you hear that? That's the sound of my heart cracking in two. He will sing you this last line as he pulls you closer, pressing your forehead against his before giving you a nice, long kiss.

Honorable mention goes to the song 'Sunburn' because it's about meeting someone, falling in love, and having to separate in the end (hence, 'she got a tan and I got a sunburn' and 'as we parted ways, she held my gaze and left an imprint on my mind'). I could go deeper and analyze each line like I did w/ Zayne but I've kept the Caleb girlies waiting long enough so we'll stop Raffy's part here.

Caleb

Caleb also gets two songs I chose two songs that have heavy 'childhood friends to lovers' vibes and fitting imagery and I told myself this one was gonna be short and sweet because we don't have as much depth abt his relationship w/ the MC compared to the current LIs but welp, I lied.

'Hot Air Balloon' is the most childhood friends song ever. Every single lyric is just every adventure these two went on when they were children. Writing their own fairy tales, making a racetrack around the kitchen chairs, going on a picnic to a nearby lake and getting a stomachache because you drank lake water even though Grandma Josephine told you specifically not to do that, the list just goes on and on.

It's them. It's little MC and Caleb with lightning in their veins and stars in their eyes as they explore the world around them, not a care in the world because the possibilities are quite literally endless when they have the other person by their side.

And then if 'Hot Air Balloon' was 'childhood friends—', 'The Bird And The Worm' adds on the '—to lovers' part of the trope.

I mean the entire first verse reads like the two kids playing pretend (because let's face it you've had one or two weirdly morbid play pretend sessions when you were a kid) with little Caleb saying he's the bird because of his evol and then little MC's like "then what does that make me?" And little Caleb's like "you're the worm ofc!"

Esp the part about throwing a party and greeting undersea friends (hi Raffy). I could imagine little MC telling little Caleb how she's going to invite the mermaid she made friends with at the beach to their 'party' and Caleb just not having any of it.

I'll throw a party and greet my undersea friends

(it depends)

As they arrive,

(if they arrive)

Then the chorus reads like a time skip. They're adults reminiscing about their childhood at one of the rare moments their schedules align,

You and I left our troubles far behind,

But I still have just one more question on my mind

For all my pals who live in the oceans and the seas

With friends like these well, who needs enemies?

In that moment they're back to being just MC and Caleb, not a hunter and a fighter pilot. And the last two lines sound like they're trading workplace gossip. Caleb tells her about the shenanigans his colleagues get up to and MC telling him about all the...'quirky' people she's been running into (hi Xav) and then being cheeky and going 'with friends like these, who needs enemies?'

And then you move to the second verse and it's them on a date. It's them on the most damn wholesome date you can imagine, I'm sorry I don't make the rules.

Like first they go apple picking,

If I'm your boy, we'll take a short cut we remember and we'll enjoy—

—picking apples in late September like we've done for years.

We'll take a long walk through the cornfield and I'll kiss you between the ears.

Then they come home and cook together (maybe make a pie with the apples they just picked or some other apple based dish?),

And as we twirl, the glow in the dark stars on your ceiling will shine for us

If you're my girl, swirl me around your room with feeling

As love sweeps over the room cuz' we tend to make, each other blush

(you make me blush)

They're so used to each other's presence even in a kitchen that can be considered a little cramped, they can perfectly navigate around each other.

After the two had eaten a delicious dinner, they are now cuddled on the couch with a blanket over the two of them, some movie playing on the TV. MC starts nodding off so Caleb picks her up and moves her to the bedroom, letting her snuggle against him. He brushes some loose strands of hair away so he can kiss her forehead,

"Love ya pipsqueak, sleep well."

And before drifting off he hears MC mumble a sleepy "I love you too..."

And that's how their perfect day ends.

You're the bird, I'm the worm and it's plain to see,

That we were meant to be.

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Author's rambling

Haaaa, I finally finished it yay! If you're reading this, thanks for reading this far! (or if you're a Caleb stan and just decided to read his part only, hello!)

I hope you enjoyed my takes. This was fun, I loved breaking down each song and just rambling my heart out over why each song gives me vibes for which character.

[panjakes]

Jokes!

Parings:JungkookXBlackreader

Summary:Jungkook likes to play pranks

This was requested and I know exactly what video your talking about lol

After waking up, you do your morning routine. Brush teeth, wash face, and make breakfast. As you were washing your face you heard the cries of your baby.

You go to her room picking her up from the bassinet. She looks at you with teary eyes and a pout

“I know princess! Your okay daddy forgot to turn on your lil light again didn’t he?” You asks as if she’d answer

“Yeah mama. Let’s get you something to eat” you say waking back down the stairs to the kitchen putting her in the high chair. Going into the cabinet you grab her little baby snacks dumping them onto the tray

She immediately reaches for one putting it into her mouth. You chuckle going over to the cabinet grabbing a clean bottle and a can of milk. She watched you very carefully seeing the bottle in your hand

You pour the warm water into the bottle then the milk.Popping the cap onto it, you shake it up walking over to her. She kicked her legs in excitement.

“You hungry princess?” You asks wiggling the bottle in front of her. As you were about to give it to her, a tatted hand snatched it away from you.

You look up at jungkook who took the cap off handing it to your baby.

“Don’t tease my princess” he says making her laugh

“Oh you agree with him?” You point looking at your baby

“Of course she does. Good morning baby” he says leaning in to peck your lips. You return the kiss going back to the stove

“Good morning love, don’t forget Noelle has a doctors appointment” you say

Jungkook groans sitting down at the table next to Noelle’s high chair

“I don’t want to go! Why aren’t you taking her?” He asks

“Because I have a house visit at the same time as her doctors appointment” you say reminding him

“Fuck. Noelle wanna ditch your doctors appointment and go eat ice cream?” He asks looking at the 6 month old who giggled at her father

“I knew you would” he says with a wink

“Jungkook be a responsible parent and take our daughter to the damn doctor” you joke

“No thanks, your already the responsible parent. I have no choice but to be the chill parent” he says with a shrug

“Imma chill your ass if you don’t get my baby to her appointment on time”you say tapping him with the warm spatula

“Ow! Okay! I’ll take her!” He shouts causing your baby to laugh at his antics

“You better, here eat up” you say placing a plate in front of him going to get dressed

Jungkook sighs looking over at the baby. Her big doe eyes looked up at him with wonder.

“Daddy didn’t tell you good morning,I’m sorry princess” he says tickling her neck causing her to giggle

“Da!” She starts

“Go ahead! Say it!”

Just as she opens her mouth, you came down the stairs dressed and ready

“Maaaaaaa!!” She says giggling

“Hi baby!” You say waking over to pick her up

You kiss her face multiple times before handing her over to jungkook. He smirks looking you up and down

“You just look good in suits. You know what they do to me” he says grabbing your waist

“Mhm…get your hands off me before you make me late for work” you say

“I can make being late a good things”

“No! You have to take Noelle to her appointment! Her clothes are already laid out and don’t forget to brush her again” you say grabbing your purse

“Yea yeah yeah! Noelle tell mommy bye” jungkook says waving her tiny hand

“Bye baby I love you” you say kissing her head then jungkook

“We love you to” he says closing the door behind you

“Come on princess let’s get you clean and dressed” jungkook said noticing that she had chip dust on her fingers and clothes.

After getting her dressed and doing her hair into a small slick ponytail. After Getting dressed himself they were out the door and too the appointment.

Hours later, jungkook finally came home. He arrived shortly after you did.

“Hey baby, how was the appointment? Did she cry?” You ask

“No, she laughed” he says kissing your cheek

“That’s my girl, where is she?” You asks

Jungkook’s face falls at the question

“Jungkook…where’s Noelle?” You ask

“Oh shit, I think I left her at Dairy Queen” he says

“Dairy Queen?! Jungkook really?! How the fuck did you leave our child at fucking Dairy Queen?!” You shout putting on your pants in a hurry

“I-I forgot! I had so much stuff in my hands!” He says

“How do you forget?! How didn’t you realize you didn’t have a big ass car seat with you?!” You ask slipping on a pair of hue crocs running down the stairs with jungkook behind you

“Baby I’m sorry it was a mistake” he says

“Jungkook shut up!” You say opening the hall closet to get your jacket.

“Ma”

You look down seeing Noelle sitting In a laundry basket. You immediately pick her up giving her a squeeze. You panic was then replaced with anger when you heard jungkook cackling

“Oh man!” He says doubling over with laughter

You smack your lips before kicking his side causing him to fall over still laughing

“Your dad is an asshole” you mumble to the baby

“Ba-babe I’m sorry! It was funny though” he says getting up following behind you

“Yeah it’ll be funny when your sleeping on the couch” you say causing him to stop his laughter

“Yeah. Ain’t shit funny now” you say walking away from him

[urfavoritedcwhore]

the russian boy//part seventeen

chapter two

warnings: swearing, oral s3x, smoking, edging, !minors DNI!

not proof read

lowercase intended

part seventeen, chapter two: the beginning of something new

i walk in my house, heading straight for my shower. i walk up my stairs, through my room, and into my bathroom. i look in the mirror and inspect myself. my face is more red then it's usual pale color and my hair is absolutely crazy. i take down my atrocious bun, and run my fingers through my hair. my extensions are falling out big time. there is nothing i hate more than taking my extensions out myself. normally, my dad would pay for me to go to a hairdresser, but that's not really an option anymore. i grab my eyebrow scissors and feel for the thread in my hair. i cut it off, and begin working my fingers through the sewing. it takes me all of 15 minutes to get them out, my arms burning from keeping them up at my head for so long. i lay them out on my bathroom sink. i'll have mom reinstall them tomorrow. just as im thinking of her, my phone rings with her contact picture. i my phone up and answer the call, "hey momma!", i say cheerfully. "hey baby.", she says with a suspicious hint of "something's wrong" in her voice. "you okay?", i ask concerned. "yes, yes i'm okay hun. but i do have something to ask you.", she says warily. "would you be super mad at me if i told you i have a date tonight and that i may not come home till tomorrow afternoon?", she blurts out fast. i think for a moment. usually it would upset me that she's bailing on me, but the fact that she's going on her first date since dad excites me. i laugh, "oooo a date? no i'll be fine, we can watch movies tomorrow.", i say cheerfully. i don't want her to feel guilty about putting herself back out there. i can practically hear her smile through the phone, "yes! a super nice man from work wants to take me to the casino and have a few drinks! i figured i better stay at marcy's, (her new friend from work she's mentioned to me a few times) , if im gonna be drinking.", she tells me. "that sounds really nice mom. i'm so excited for you!", i say, half truthfully now that i know she'll be drinking tonight. "your the best daughter in the world you know that?", she says laughing. "actually i do in fact know that.", i say back cockily. she laughs for a moment again, "well can one of those boys take you to school tomorrow?", she asks me. to be completely real, i had forgotten about school completely. "yea, im sure they wouldn't mind.", i say, knowing that i would most likely have to beg boris to let me drive to school myself if i had my truck. "awesome!", i can hear someone talking to her as she responds. "well im gonna go take a shower, have fun momma!", i say trying to not hold her up from her date. "i love you lucy bug, be good!", she tells me. "im always good, YOU be good. have lots of fun and text me when you get to marcy's tonight.", i say back slightly feeling like im parenting my mother. she giggles her signature high pitched giggle and we say our goodbyes.

i hang up the phone and let out a breath as i return my gaze to the mirror, inspecting my hair again. without my extinctions, my hair falls just above my shoulders. it's not a bad look, but i still prefer having my long hair. i walk over to the shower, twisting the knob and turning on the hot water. i take off boris's sweater and the mystery girls shorts from theo's room, laying them on top of the toilet. i remove my undergarments, flinging them into my dirty clothes hamper, and step into the shower. the warm water instantly relaxes me. i let it hit my face before grabbing my shampoo bottle and lathering the shampoo on my hair. i massage it into my scalp, realizing i used slightly too much. i always do that when i take out my extensions. i rinse it out, and apply my conditioner, letting it sit while i wash my body. after about five more minutes, i wash the conditioner out of my hair and step out of the shower. i grab a towel from the rack on my wall and wrap it around me. i go to the mirror and grab my blow dryer from under my sink. with the length of my hair right now, getting it dry barley takes any time.i run my fingers through my, now dry, hair and leave the bathroom, walking into my room and throwing on shorts and a sports bra. i sit on my bed and pick up the book im reading, losing myself utterly in it. i glance up at my alarm clock after what feels like twenty minutes of reading, and see the time read: 10:43pm. i close my book and make my back to my bathroom, brushing my teeth in preparation for bed. as i turn off the water i hear a tiny knock in my room. i walk out of my bathroom, half expecting to be knocking at my door, ready to tell me that her date was a bust. i open my bedroom door and see no one outside of it. i hear a louder knock behind me. you've gotta be kidding me. i turn around and low and behind, boris is knocking at my window with a toothy grin.

i roll my eyes and walk to my window unlocking it. i open it and move out of him way as he crawls into my room. "boris. when the truck isn't here you can use the door.", i remind him letting out a sigh. "you say your mom was home tonight?", he replies looking confused. "she was supposed to be but...she got held up at work.", there's really no reason for me to not tell him about the date. i just don't want to. i hear laughing from outside of my window. i hold the seal and look down. "potter say i climb funny.", boris says lighting a cigarette with his back to the window. theo's standing in my yard absolutely dying. "go home decker!", i shout down at him shaking my head and trying to repress a laugh. "oh lucy lu, lucy lu, let down your hair!", he calls back laughing even louder. i look up at boris as i laugh, "is he drunk?", i ask glancing back down at him. "nie, just high. he sleeps at my house tonight. when we get back to potters after dropping you off, xandra and larry were there fighting. we leave and go back to my house. he say he will stay in my room with popchyk.", boris tells me shrugging. i look down at theo, slightly guilty at not inviting him over. boris sees my face, "is fine. he wants to be alone tonight.", he tells me, placing a hand on my back. theo's laughter dies down, "goodnight!", he shouts up, beginning to walk to boris's house. "goodnight!", i call back down before closing my window. i turn back around and look at boris, "i assume your planning to sleep here?", i say looking at the small backpack he has on his back. "yes, i always want to sleep next to you lu.", he tells me before walking out to my bedside table to put out his cigarette.

i follow him, plopping myself back down on my bed. he stands over my for a moment, studying me. he combs his fingers through my hair, "is short.", he states like he's telling me something i didn't already know. "i took out my extensions.", i reply to him, looking up at his puzzled face. "extensions?", he asks back confused. "fake hair that you put on to make your real hair look longer.", i explain to him without going into too much detail. he smiles at me, his fingers still running through my hair, "i like.", he tells me genuinely. i smile up at him, "thank you.". he walks over to the other side of my bed, sitting down beside me. he turns his body towards me, "spread legs, let me play Kochanie.", he says with a smirk, so nonchalantly i thought i must of heard him wrong. "what?", i ask back, my face slightly red. "you hear me.", he says back to me, still smirking. i guess we're really doing this. i look down at my shorts with my face red, beginning to slide them off. he grabs my wrist softly, "nie, not yet.", he says, his eyes still on me. i move my hand from the rim of my shorts, and prop my back up against the head board. i drag my knees up, spreading them apart as my feet flatten on the bed. i would be lying if i said i wasn't nervous and fucking thrilled at the same time. he crawls to the opening in my legs, laying on his stomach, his face INCHES away from my pussy. his smirk is so big i wouldn't be surprised if his face was sore tomorrow. he shifts his eyes between me and my core. he brings a hand to my left thigh, gently squeezing it, "is okay, yes?", he asks looking up at me. "yes.", i respond back, my breath hitching on my answer. his eyes return to my clothed core, he begins sliding on index finger up and down my slit. i let out a sigh and try to move my hips against his finger.

he looks up at me pulling his finger away, "no move.", he tells me raising his eyebrows. "haven't you teased me enough today?", i blurt out in a tone more whiny than i intended it to be. he chuckles, "let me...what is word?", he thinks for a moment, "savor? ah yes, savor this, okay?", he says returning his finger to place it just was. "do you want me to go easy on you lalka?", he asks me still looking at me. what is this man talking about. "easy?", i ask slightly confused. he chuckles again, "do you want me to be gentle?", he rephrases. i think for a moment before shaking my head no. he smirks and nods his head, "good.". "lift up hips.", he says as he gets on his knees. i lift up my hips quickly in hopes he's going to remove my shorts. he does just that. he hooks his fingers around the hem of them and strips them off of me, throwing them to the ground. he looks back down at my bare pussy, "no underwear?", he says chuckling as he turns his head to the side, to look at me from all angles. "very good.", he says before i can speak. "can i play?", he asks still staring at my bare core. i don't know what it is about him using the word, "play", but im absolutely loving it. his accent twists the "a" sound the word makes, and it makes me feral as fuck. i nod frantically. he laughs softly. he slides one finger down my slit and pops it in his mouth, licking my juices off of it. i swear i see his pupils grow and his eyes glow with hunger. he looks up at me and mutters a polish word under his breath. before i know it, he's grabbing the unders of my thighs and sitting them on his shoulders, pulling me flat on the bed. without wasting a moment, he immediately begins licking my pussy up and down. i moan louder than i think i ever have before. he takes his finger and begins rubbing my clit while i pushed his tongue in and out of my entrance. i close my eyes, letting his movements engulf me. i move my hips back and forth in his face as i let out high pitched whimpers. now i want to make one thing clear: i am not the type of girl who cums super fast...usually. but as i've stated before, it's been months since i've gotten any type of action. i speed up my hips, rolling them faster on boris's face. right as im about to reach my high, that fucker drops my legs and disconnects his mouth from my body. i whine impatiently and prop myself up on my elbows, “whyyy?”, i question half annoyed and half even more turned on. “i want to watch your face when i make you cum for the first time, and i can’t do that when head is buried inside your legs, yes?”, he says pushing back the curls of his hair draped in front of his eyes. he looks at me when his hair is out of his eyes, i feel my face hot and most likely red. “you are so beautiful.”, he says moving up to me and cupping my check with his hand. i’ve had just about enough of him being sweet, i want his to fuck my brains out. i guess im just gonna have to tease him as hard as he continues to tease me. game on.

A/N: mwahahahaha dw, the next part will be even smuttier.

[symmage]

Whimsy Bit #6-Venting Session

Nothing much happened on this day. Emily mainly sat around the house. Night approached, and she had the place to herself for a bit, so she took advantage of the time to take a warm bath. Still wrapped in a towel, she sat downstairs to read one of her favorite books.

Just as she finished a quick chapter and was headed back to her bedroom, she was startled by Brant, who had just returned from hanging out with some gym friends at Club Calico. Brant's stay was steadily coming to a close tomorrow, and as much as Emily enjoyed his company, this little moment made her miss her privacy. I mean...it's a good thing she hadn't walked downstairs in the nude.

Emily could tell Brant had been drinking; the smell was on his breath, and his cheeks blushed. He felt the need to apologize for Supriya's accusations...again...and thanked her for helping him with his dilemma for the umpteenth time...then he mumbled some other gibberish that she couldn't make out.

Suddenly, he eagerly wrapped his arms around her in a tight embrace. She was slightly embarrassed about being in a towel before him but still reciprocated his bear hug.

Emily attempted to usher him upstairs to go to bed, but Brant's demeanor suggested that he needed a sit-down talk. So, Emily went upstairs to change into some clothes (that I'll be updating soon because girly has been sporting these same clothes for a while now) and returned downstairs. She saw him sitting pitifully on the couch, his face overcome with tears.

Emily: "Brant...what's up? You were so happy just a few minutes ago..." Brant: *sighs* "Em, I know I'm making the right decision, but I'm just so worried about how big the change will be in our relationship." Emily: "What do you mean? Are you having second thoughts?"

Brant: "What if...what if he meets someone else?" Emily: "Now why do you think he would do that?" Brant: "I don't know. He will be in another region of the world without me...around sophisticated and artsy sims in Windenburg. It's right up Brent's alley." Emily: "Yeah...but it's only temporary, remember? Once the business trip is over, he'll be right back home with you and Rosie!"

Emily: "Besides, distance makes the heart grow fonder...right?"

Brant, a strong and loveable figure, now looked like a wounded puppy. Just days ago, he was adapting to fully supporting Brent's upcoming travels with his renowned art group, Painterly Spirits. But the alcohol had a way of amplifying the reality of Brent's three-month business trip to Windenburg and Britechester, making it even more challenging to accept. The two were inseparable, except when they were working.

-I take it that Brant chose to stay with Emily to get a feel of how things would be without Brent. Could he adjust? It was doable at first, but he started to get anxious and miss him as time approached.

Brant: "Em, how can I just send my husband off for THAT LONG and pretend I'm fine?! I-I might as well wrap his cute a$$ into an aesthetically pleasing gift wrapping with sparkles and hand him over to the next hunky artist he's bound to see over there!"

Emily: "My goodness, Brant! Why would you think Brent could be so easily swayed by another?" Brant: "I don't know! I'm just thinking out loud..and irrationally..." *hic*

Emily was taken aback by Brant's insecurity about Brent's faithfulness. She hadn't had the opportunity to hang with Brent herself, but she'd seen the pair together before, just in passing, and they were always very loving to each other. He mustn't have always felt this way.

But seriously, in the end, she blamed it on the alcohol making him this delusional. How much did he have to drink tonight? Geez.

Emily: "How about this. Let's get your mind off freaking out about Brent finding new overseas peen. I think we should go to the nearby plaza to do some shopping. We can get some new clothes and do whatever you want to ease your mind? How does that sound?" Brant: "Yea...YEA! Sounds fun! Let's do it."

Brant: "Now that I'm thinking about it, let's go to that barber shop there too! I haven't done anything different with my hair in so long! You know, the puffy pompadour swoop has become my signature. Maybe I should switch it up?" Emily: "Hmmm...your pompadour does look good on you, but if you want to, let's see if you can find something else to frame that handsome face of yours."

The pair separated and headed upstairs to their beds.

Feeling pleased with letting out his frustrations in his drunken state, Brant yawned loudly and collapsed into bed. Hopefully, he can sleep off the hangover.

Finally, Emily was able to go to bed herself. Quickly pulling the covers over her, she sunk into the comforts of her mattress and cold pillow. Tomorrow would be a fun day, and she wanted to make sure Brant returned home to his love with new confidence in not just himself but also in the resilience of their marriage.

-Good night yall... or morning...whatever time it is for you when you read this 😄

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[akwolfgrl]

Day 5 festival/season Sora x Rouge

Snow upon the orange trees

@oprarepairweek

Rouge stared in horror as the clody sky began to rain down upon in white fluffy hail? Rouge had never seen such things in her life. It didn't get cold in the south blue where she was from.

“Mãe what's that!” Ace pointed excitedly outside.

“Can we go play outside!” Yonji joined in, bouncing on his toes. The youngest was already almost as tall as Ace. He was going to be a big boy.

“No, I don't know if it's safe,” Rouge explained to the children. “Mayeb your maman knows,” After all, she was from the north, where it was much colder. She left the children staring at the white stuff covering cocayoshi Village. “Chuchu, thires some strange white stuff falling from the sky,” Sora was sitting in her chair kitting again. She had been doing so a lot these days.

“Oh is it finally snowing? Perfect timing, I'm almost done with the last hat. Rejiu sweetie, do you want a puff ball on top of your hat?”

“Yes maman!” The eleven year old nodded eagerly.

“I made the boys all the same color, so hopefully it will stop any fighting…well fighting about witch hat is who's anyway,”

“Yes I was about to say I don't think thires any thing that will stop that. So this snow is safe?” Rouge asked.

“Hmm, mostly. In the north, sometimes we would have so much snow at once it could take days to get out of your home,”

“Days!” Rouge wasn't sure they had enough food to last them days, not with five growing boys, one of which is a D.

“I'm sure it's not that here, Mon bijou. We've been here a few years, and this is our first snowfall,”

“Maman can we go play?” Ichiji asked his hands on Soras knees. “Please!”

“Of course, go tell your brothers to put on thire sweaters and boots and meet me here,”

“Ok!” Ichiji ran off. “Borthers!! Maman said we can go outside!” Ichiji yelled at the top of his lungs.

Rouge laughed as the sound of thundering feet and excited shouts filled the house.

“What is thire to even do in the snow,” Rouge asked as she helped bundle up six children.

“Well if the snow is wet enough, you can make snowmen, throw snowballs, build forts, and all sorts of things. We used to go sledding in my village, try to catch snowflakes on our tongues. We would find the biggest icicles and lick them, or we'd try and knock them over. Thire snow angels, you lie back and spread your arms and legs to make an angel, then we'd come inside and warm up by the fire and have warm cups of chocolat chaud,”

When Sora spoke of the snow from her childhood, Rouge didn't think the snow was such a bad thing anymore. There was no need to panic over something that brought Sora such pleasure.

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Sora stepped outside, the small layer of snow crunching under her feet. Her breath poured like smoke from her lips, and the snow was still falling from the sky.

She looked over at her wife, who was staring in amazement at the snow-covered world. She held her hands out as the snow gently gathered in her palm. Rouge's cheeks were rosy from the chill in the air, a stay snowflake clung to her blonde lashes slowly melting from the heat from her skin. A small trail of melted snow traveled down her freckled cheek.

The children were shouting and playing in the snow, Reiju was makeing snow angels with a board exspison on her face, Sanji was trying to eat snow runing around trying to coloct as many snow flakes on his toung as he could while the other boys tackled each other into the snow.

“Maman, I'm bored. Can I go play with Nojiko, please?” Rejiu asked, sitting up.

“Ooo me to me to I wana play with Nami!” Sanji piped up, puaseing in his attempt to gather enough snow for a proper bite.

“Fine, but if they can't come out and play, you come straight home,” Rouge informed them to Soras amusement. Reiju and Sanji didn't have a tendency to wander. Ace abostly did, Yonji as well.

“Yea mãe!” The children agreed before running off.

Sora took the opportunity to cozy up to her wife, raising six children didn't leave them much alone time, but with the other four occupied wrestling this was as close to alone as they were going to get.

“Mãe!”

“Maman!”

The voices of Sanji and Reiju shouted their names as they ran back towards them. They hadn't been gone long. Something had to be worng, even the other children stopped playing to watch.

“What's worng?” Sora asked as they skidded to a stop.

“They can't play cause thire trying to save thire trees!” Sanji shouted.

“Thire splashing the trees with water!” Reiju chimed in.

“Then we shuld go help them,”

“Sanni, Ichiji, and Niji go tell the village that Bell-mère needs help,” Rouge ordered. “The rest of you will come with us to help them,”

Sora watched the children run off. Rouge took her hand, and they headed for Bell-mères grove.

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The snow had stopped hours ago, Rouge was waiting in line for stew that her wife made as they all waited for the sun to rise. Everyone was praying that warmer weather was on the horizon. The children had finally settled down. They were too young to be up all night. Her lovely wife had whipped up a warm stew to feed everyone, Rouge had no idea how she managed it. She finally made it to the front of the line. Her stomach growled as the hearty scent hit her in the face.

“Someone's hungry,” Her wife laughed at her as she filled a bowl up with stew.

“Have you eaten yet?” Rouge asked instead of replying.

“No I've been busy,”

“Sora, get yourself a bowl and sit with me. I'm sure the others can get their own stew,” Sora hesitated. “Plase chuchu, come sit with me,”

“Ok,” Sora filled a bowl for herself and left the large pot for everyone else to grab for them sleeves.

They took a seat on the cleared off porch both thire eyes on the horizon. They ate in silence knees touching. When she was finished, Sora rested her head against Rouge's shoulder. A stay lock of blond hair had escaped her knitted hat resting upon her rosy cheeks.

They watched with bated breath as the sun began to rise, no new snow came with. Rouge could sware she felt a bit warmer, it could be wishful thinking. But as time passed she could hear the melting snow beginning to drip from the roof. Today would be warmer then yesterday, with any luck the freak snow storm would be the last one.

[lheewonz]

My Future Is Yours ╱╱ 종성 ✧ p.js

synopsis :: ceo’s son!jay x male!reader go on vacation in paris

“summertime is meant to fall in love”

The city is too big. Too many interruptions, too many people.

So Jay takes you on vacation, just the two of you, just how he likes it.

warning :: mentioned arranged marriage, implied homophobia

word count :: 5.5k

“There’s only one bed?” Your voice comes out a little louder than intended.

“Uhm, yea.” Jay’s eyes flick towards you almost nervously. “This is my parents anniversary vacation home, they don’t usually take me with them.”

“Ew, don’t tell me that.”

“Don’t worry I had the sheets and mattress changed. If it’s a problem I can find us a hotel instead?”

“No.” You turn away from the bed and instead choose to focus on starting to unpack the small amount of stuff you had. “We just haven’t shared a bed since high school. I’m being weird, don’t worry about it.”

“Okay.” He sounds weirdly relieved and also starts unpacking. Jay looks over to the small space I put my stuff in. “I can’t believe you didn’t know we were staying for a month.”

You scoff at him. “I can’t believe you forgot to let me know we were staying for a month.”

“This is why I tell you to pack early.”

“It’s fine, I’ll just steal your clothes.” Out of the corner of your eye, you can see the way Jay lets a small smile grace his face at your words. A ding sounds off in the somewhat quiet room, and Jay picks it up. A couple of seconds later he aggressively taps on the screen before tossing it onto the bed. “Who was it?”

“My dad.”

“Is he bothering you about the company?”

“Kind of... He wants me to get married.” It’s silent after he says that. You stop what you’re doing and stare at him as if he’s grown two heads, a pit of dread fills your stomach.

“What?”

Jay sighs, “He’s trying to arrange a marriage with one of our stronger affiliate companies for more money.” You sit down on the bed, trying to wrap your head around the situation. The idea of Jay getting married, for any reason, filled you with negative emotions you didn’t even want to try deciphering.

“But you’re only 21? I thought your dad was reasonable.”

Jay scoffs. “He can be anything, but reasonable sometimes. He told me by the time he was 21 he had already met and planned to marry my mom. And ‘You should’ve settled down already’.” Jay mocks his father’s voice. He shakes his head and finishes putting the rest of his clothes in the drawers. “Mind if we skip dinner tonight? I need to sleep on this.”

“Oh, yea no that’s fine. I’m pretty tired anyway. Do you want your honey?’ You lean down to fish it out of your bag since Jay’s own bag had been filled with other necessities. You hold it out to him, he sends you a small smile and takes it from you.

“Thanks.”

“Of course.”

After the both of you wash up and fix your luggage so no one falls, you settle into bed beside each other. In the darkness you stare at the ceiling, laying as straight as you can so you don’t disturb Jay when he's sleeping. You can hear clicks of the honey cap opening and closing until about 15 minutes later, Jay’s breathing evens out.

You wait a few minutes to make sure he’s really asleep before sitting up and pulling out your laptop. You spend less than 10 minutes finding a mall you think Jay will enjoy going to, to take his mind off the arranged marriage situation. After calculating how far away it was from the house and planning how long to be gone, you shut down the laptop and set it aside.

As you lay down to sleep the last thought on your mind is about the sour feelings you had gotten when Jay mentioned marriage.

Aside from that, the first couple of days of your and Jay’s trip was uneventful but peaceful. They were mainly spent shopping and then visiting tourist attractions before dinner. You had quickly gotten over the slight awkwardness at having to share a bed with Jay, especially when you had woken up randomly on the 4th night with him draped across your back, his arms encircling you loosely.

It had felt warm, and incredibly domestic, and in your sleepy haze, you had turned over in his arms to bury your face into his neck and go back to sleep. When you had woken up again, Jay had surprised you with breakfast in bed that he made himself. While you ate, Jay listed off tourist attractions to visit for the day, and then make reservations at some fancy, expensive restaurant.

You had quickly gotten used to this new routine, already having an attraction picked out when Jay had woken you that morning: the Eiffel Tower.

The morning seemed to drag on forever. Jay had proposed visiting the shopping center again that morning before the Eiffel Tower, and of course, you couldn’t say no. He pulled you in the direction of multiple shops he hadn’t had the chance to visit the first time and basically exhausted you with all the running around that was happening.

You had paused in front of a store to catch your breath while Jay went on ahead. As you were hunched over and heaving for air, the light reflecting off of something shiny caught your eye and you realized you were standing in front of a jewelry store. The glinting light attracted your attention once more and you walk closer to the display window.

A pair of silver rings glint once more under the light.

The rings make you smile and for a moment you try to remember how it feels to want to have a future with someone. Instead, you remember how once upon a time you did want to have a future with someone, only for them to ruin your life. Now the only person in your life you couldn’t imagine continuing on without was Jay. The same man who was currently running at you with a speed you didn’t know he possessed.

“Woah-“ You hold your arms out to catch him as he barrels into you after tripping over a loose stone.

“Sorry.” Jay looks to the side at the display window and then back at you. “We have to go Y/n. I want to go to a couple more shops and then we’re going to the tower.”

You groan again, knowing that means you’ll be dragged around again, but at least you’re a couple of stores closer to where you want to be. As Jay pulls you along, he takes one last long glance at the jewelry store, as if committing it to memory, and then fully sprinting away with you in hand.

The sprinting doesn’t stop until you get back to the vacation home after taking as many pictures as you had storage for in front of the Eiffel Tower.

The two of you had ended up staying outside almost all day. Instead of going to one of the fancy restaurants Jay seemed to adore, the both of you had walked around exploring the Parisian street food and Jay got to show off his French skills, smiling bashfully at the compliments he received.

You were absolutely exhausted and napped as soon as you had laid your head onto your pillow. A couple of hours later you wake up to Jay walking back into the room hiding something in his hands, but when you open your mouth to ask, he shushes you and you chalk it up to be nothing and decide to just go to sleep for the night.

The next day you forego visiting a tourist attraction, social battery burnt out from all the random chatter you partook in at all the other sites and all the late night dinners.

Jay sits on the edge of the bed, laptop in his hands as he looks up places to get lunch from. You lay across the bed behind him, holding your switch above your face playing Animal Crossing.

The silence is comfortable, the two of you just basking in each other’s presence. Occasionally you open your mouth to curse Tom Nook’s name and Jay would chuckle, but otherwise, it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Eventually, your stomach growls loudly and you groan. “When’s the food going to be here?”

“Should be about 20 minutes.” You groan louder in response, tossing the switch off to the side annoyed and bored.

Your eyes close to think. Not about anything in particular, but you find your thoughts drifting to Jay’s arranged marriage. The sour feeling spreads throughout your chest, but you ignore it. You think about what Jay had relayed to you and an idea pops into your head.

After Jay shuts off the laptop, setting it off to the side, and lays down beside you, you speak. “I’ve been thinking, your dad would call off the marriage if you got a boyfriend, right?”

“Yeah, I guess. What are you suggesting?” Jay looks at you curiously, almost hopeful.

“We’re in Paris, Jay. It has to be named the ‘City of Love’ for a reason.” You choose to ignore the resurfacing sour feelings once more. “I’m sure you could find someone in the 3 weeks we have left here. Someone has to meet your picky standards.”

“Picky?”

You shrug. “You’ve been single for the entire time I’ve known you, I assumed you had way too high standards.”

Jay says nothing. A couple minutes pass and you turn around to see if he somehow fell asleep, only to be startled to find that he’s already staring at you. “What?”

“I’m… in love with someone already.”

Sadness clutches at your heart almost painfully, but you chalk it up to the fact that Jay hadn’t told you about it rather than anything else. “Were you ever going to tell me?”

“Eventually, yes.”

“Okay, well do I know this guy?” You tried to keep your tone light, and neutral, but you weren’t sure how well that was working. Jay nods slowly. “What’s his name?”

Jay takes a deep breath. “Y/n.”

His answer makes your eyes widen. “Oh.”

It’s painfully silent after that. Jay continues staring at you while you look anywhere but at him. Questions build up inside you and threaten to spill past your lips.

“You don’t-” Jay starts to speak, but you can’t stop a question from escaping you.

“When?”

“Huh?”

“When… or how long have you, uhm, loved me?”

Jay takes another deep breath, like it’s almost painful to admit, and sits up. “When you were dating Jihoon. I don’t know if you remember, but we were hanging out after the movies and I asked you why you were with him and you said you didn’t see a good future with him, but ‘Who else would love me like this?’. And I remember being upset and thinking I would love you the way you deserve… That was when I realized.”

Your mouth goes dry and you sit up as well. “That was... 5 years ago Jay.”

“I know.”

“I’m sorry, Jay.” The way Jay’s face falls just slightly as if he knew what you were going to say, but still had a little hope, makes your heart break a little. “I can’t say I feel the same. Ever since Jihoon, I’ve never thought of dating.”

The silence returns. You want to say something, but you’re not sure how to make this better. A part of you feels as if you should’ve just accepted his confession, you’ve known Jay for long enough to know that he would be perfect, but you also know that Jay deserves you being genuine with him. A part of you regrets bringing up the topic in the first place. Another part of you thinks that you should explore this.

Dating Jay would be so easy. He already knows almost everything about you (and vice versa), Jay could cook, he was sweet and always considerate of your feelings, and there was no worry about him outing you to your parents as that had already been done (thanks Jihoon). Really there were no cons, except that Jay could realize that dating you maybe wasn’t what he wanted, but he had already been in love with you for 5 years and had constantly seen you at your worst.

Maybe… you should give it a try. The worst that could happen is that it doesn’t work out.

For the entirety of your mental deliberation, Jay has been quiet and staring at the wall just past you. When you look at him you realize that maybe, you had taken a little too long to think. Jay was anxiously fiddling with the cap of his honey bottle.

“I have an idea.” Jay’s eyes focus on you immediately. “I- I wouldn’t be opposed to dating you.”

“But you don’t like me.” Jay shakes his head. “Don’t date me because you feel bad.”

A frown finds its way onto your face. “I wouldn’t do that to you. I didn’t say I would be your boyfriend, just that we should date. Isn’t the whole point of dating trying to find out if a relationship is worth pursuing?”

It’s Jay’s turn to frown. “If you thought I was worth pursuing, you would’ve liked me already.”

“Jay…” You sigh. “You of all people know how things were for me after Jihoon broke up with me. I wasn’t really looking to pursue anything, with anyone. If I had known you had liked me before, maybe we’d dating already.”

He raises an eyebrow at your words. “So, what? You want to… give it a ‘trial run’ or something?”

“Basically.” You shrug. “We still have about 3 weeks left on vacation. We could date for the rest of our vacation and I’ll tell you how I feel.”

Jay thinks and then shakes his head again. “I don’t understand why you’re doing this.”

“Because I don’t want to just move past this without giving it a chance and regretting it later.”

Jay scuffs his feet against the carpet taking his time to think about your proposal. “…What will happen after..? If you don’t like me..?”

“That’s up to you, but I hope we could still be friends after.”

Jay looks you in the eyes, and serious as ever. “I couldn’t live my life without you.”

“I couldn’t live mine without you either.” You hold eye contact with him, noting the very light blush on his cheeks. “So…? Are we doing this?”

A hand comes up to hide the small smile on his face and then goes to rub the back of his neck. “Can I start right now?”

“With what?”

“I want to cuddle with you until the food gets here.”

“We always do that?” You watch him hold his arms out to you and you scoot towards him. It feels just a little bit awkward as his arms wrap around you and pull you closer. He lays down with you in his arms and you can feel the way his breath hits your ear and you can hear how fast his heart is beating.

“It feels different now.”

If you focus enough to distract yourself from the way Jay surrounds you completely, you can feel the way your own heart is beating fast. “Yeah, you’re right.”

The following weeks are… different.

Well, not that different from when they had first arrived, but now that you know how Jay feels, and you’ve both agreed to try dating, everything feels… different. Everything Jay does feels more purposeful in a way. The feeling of being spoiled grows exponentially.

The way Jay has added in light forehead kisses to his routine of waking you up with breakfast ready. The way Jay buys everything you show the slightest amount of interest in. The way Jay insists on you wearing his clothes for dinner. The way Jay cuddles you at night, tightly holding onto you like he’s afraid you’ll be gone when he wakes up.

All the little things he did, that have changed just slightly, and now you can see his intentions.

Eventually, you run out of places you want to visit, so instead the both of you start to spend your days tangled up in each other. Sometimes you’re silent, and Jay checks his emails maybe even getting a little work done (so he’s not terribly behind when the both of you finally go back) while you play games or nap beside him. Other times the both of you sit on the balcony, huddled up together under a blanket, and talk. Jay would bring out the good wine and you would get a little tipsy, giggling into each other before dinnertime.

After a longer day of drinking on the balcony, you end up skipping dinner and settling in with Jay to sleep. You fell asleep to Jay stroking your hair and whispering words that made you blush lightly into your ear, the last thought on your mind being "I don’t want this to end".

It wasn’t until the next morning that you started thinking about how you felt. You had woken up first for a change and quickly turned off Jay’s alarm to let the pretty boy beside you sleep longer. As you shifted around in the bed, Jay’s grip on you tightened and you stopped to look and see if you had woken him. All you saw was his pouting sleeping face. Your smile is involuntary and you reach over to brush the hair out of his face before managing to maneuver yourself out of his arms and replace yourself with a pillow.

Quietly, you walk into the kitchen, after brushing your teeth and washing your face, determined to surprise Jay for a change, despite your lack of cooking experience. How hard can it be?

Surprisingly, you made it through the eggs okay, all that was left was to actually finish cooking the rest of them after your little test to see if you seasoned them right. You decided to put the eggs on the stove to cook and then turn your focus to mixing the waffle batter, which would be the worst idea you’ve had in a while.

Ten minutes later the fire alarm goes off after you’ve left the eggs on the stove for far too long while you were trying to fix the waffle batter that was way too watery. Jay slowly walks into the kitchen, still sleepy and extremely confused, as you just stare at the burning eggs. He reaches around you to turn off the stove, picks up the pan, and puts it in the sink, letting the water run. He shuffles back to you and wraps his arms around your waist, resting his head against your shoulder. “If you were hungry, why didn’t you wake me up?”

“I wanted to surprise you…” Jay frowns at your dejected tone and runs a hand up and down your back comfortingly. “I’m sorry.”

“The batter looks-“

You shake your head, interrupting him. “It’s too watery. I kept adding flour to make it better, but then there was too much flour, so I put more water and now it’s too watery and there’s too much batter.”

Jay’s silent for a moment and then he pulls back. He angles your head down and presses a kiss to your forehead. “Thank you for trying. Do you want to clean up and then go to the cafe for breakfast?”

“I’m paying.” Jay opens his mouth to protest, but you cut him off before he can speak. “I want to pay, please?”

“Fine.”

The two of you get to work, Jay cleaning the numerous amount of utensils and bowls you used, while you cleaned up the rest of the kitchen, somehow managing to find flour in random cracks and crevices. Afterward, Jay pulls you into the bedroom and tosses one of his hoodies at you.

“Why’d you tell me to pack clothes if you were just gonna make me wear yours.”

Jay shrugs. “I can’t help what I like. Do you want to walk to the-?”

“Yes.” You cut him off by accident, blushing at the way he raises his eyebrow at your eagerness. “…I want to hold your hand.”

Jay laughs at your shyness. “We can still hold hands in the car?”

“I know, but it’s… different. Shut up.” His laughter grows louder. You slip his hoodie on over your shirt and leave the room to wait by the door and put your shoes on. Minutes later Jay comes out wearing a hoodie and sweatpants like you, his shoes already on.

He grabs the house keys and then reaches for your hand. “If you get tired, I’m not carrying you back.”

You scoff at him as he opens the door, pulling you through it. “You will.”

“I will.” He agrees and smiles at you. It’s then, looking at his smiling face, that you realize just how much you like him and how you were stupid to not realize it earlier. The way your mood soured when Jay mentioned the possibility of an arranged marriage. There was a very fine line between cuddling as friends and cuddling as friends that liked each other, and you were certain that you and Jay had crossed that line numerous times over the years. The way you had felt about Jay had been pretty set in stone for over 4 years, and yet it was only now that you were realizing those feelings weren’t just admiration or platonic love, but genuine like (or love considering it’s been 4 years).

The walk to the cafe continues in silence as you think about the man next to you. The past 2-3 weeks have made you realize just how blind you’ve been. It had been such a shock to you when Jay had first told you how he felt, but as you walk, it hits you that the way he’s been treating you hasn’t changed, aside from his touches becoming more confident after he confessed.

You remember how he used to hover around you, even before the two of you became such good friends. Every memory of the beginnings of your friendship that you can think of involve Jay around you in some capacity, seemingly desperate to be in your space, despite him only being friends with other mutual friends at the time. You squeeze his hand, smiling when he reciprocates, reminiscing on how far the both of you have come in 6 years.

The bell of the cafe startles you out of your memories. Jay greets one of the workers with a wave and he pulls you to a secluded booth in the back and you sit face to face. Seconds later the employee Jay waved at brings your food and you raise your eyebrow at him.

“I may have called beforehand.”

You squint at him, “Did you pay beforehand?” All of a sudden Jay seems to find the menu more interesting than your conversation. You scoff at him and pull your hand out of his grasp.

“No- Wait, I’m sorry.” He reaches for your hand again, but you scoot further into the booth away from him. “Y/n…” He scoots towards you, but you scoot away again. “Come back.”

You give him the stink eye, “No. Stay over there.”

Jay, of course, does not listen and it turns into the two of you scooting around the booth, circling each other. The food is starting to get cold, and it seems there’s no end to this, until- “Y/n, baby, please.”

The pet name makes you pause, your hands coming up to conceal the blush spreading across your cheeks, and seconds later Jay’s arms encircle your waist. “Got you.”

You roll your eyes at his smug tone and then reach across the table to grab your food. “You want me so bad.”

“I do.”

“I know that… now.” You rest your head on his shoulder. “I was thinking about how you used to follow me around, earlier.”

Jay barks out a laugh at that, briefly attracting the attention of the other cafe customers. “Yeah, I guess I did.”

“You’re finally making progress after 6 years, how do you feel?” You hold your fist up to his mouth as if you were holding a mic.

“Can I be honest?”

“Always.”

“Like I want to kiss you.” Your eyes widen a bit. “Can I?”

You stumble over your words as you respond. “I- Yea. Yes, you don’t have to ask.”

Jay’s hand finds your chin and tilts your head up to face him. Your heart pounds as he leans in and you forget that you’re out in public. His lips meet yours and you almost forget to breathe. The kiss is special, but not special in a way that you felt sparks fly, more so that kissing Jay felt so natural, like a piece of you that you didn’t realize was missing until you had it. The kiss is a chaste one, not lasting very long, and as soon as Jay pulls away you lean in for another peck.

You settle down against his shoulder and finally start eating your, now cold, breakfast sandwich. Beside you, Jay can’t stop smiling. “Eat your food. I woke up too early for this.”

“You can nap if you want to, I know you woke up earlier than usual. You even turned off my alarm.”

“You drank more than I did, I wanted you to rest.” You shrug, taking another bite of your sandwich. “I thought you said you weren’t going to carry me.”

Jay finally takes a bite of his own breakfast. “I changed my mind. I might get weird looks, but I’d rather you get as much rest as you can.”

You finish up the last couple bites of your sandwich and then interlace your fingers with his as you close your eyes. “If you insist.”

“Y/n? Are you awake?” Jay's voice calls out to you softly from above. Your eyes stay closed and you only hum in response. A sigh leaves you when you feel Jay’s hand start to card through your hair. “Wake up, it’ll be time for dinner soon.” With your eyes still closed you pout, irritated at the thought of having to get up, and Jay laughs softly. Seconds later you feel his lips brush against your forehead. “Okay, I’ll cancel the reservation.”

The resulting small smile on your face must look silly because Jay laughs louder this time. Your smile grows a bit wider when Jay kisses your cheek, and wider when he does it again, until you’re laughing and he’s pressed kisses all over your face. After a few minutes, Jay pauses and you take the time to calm yourself and mentally prepare to open your eyes. A few more minutes pass and you can feel Jay’s stare.

You open your eyes to see Jay lost in thought above you, eyebrows furrowed and lips pouting slightly. You reach up to smooth his wrinkles with your thumb, “What are you thinking about?”

You watch Jay contemplate his answer before he opens his mouth. “Marry me.”

Your eyebrows raise in surprise. Your shocked eyes meet his intense ones, as he stares back at you intently, awaiting your response. A nervous chuckle escapes you, “I feel like you skipped a couple chapters.”

Your nervous tone seems to remind Jay of your current situation and he backtracks quickly. “Not- I didn’t mean right now.” He moves to sit beside you as you sit up to listen to him better. “I would love to marry you one day. It’s just… I’ve been in love with you for so long just asking to be your boyfriend doesn’t feel like enough.” His hand reaches into his pocket and pulls out a box.

He laughs when you shift beside him nervously. “Whatcha got there?”

“Relax, I’m not proposing, yet.” He opens the box to reveal the matching rings you had seen earlier that week. “They’re promise rings.”

“Oh.” You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding.

“I saw you staring at them, and I may have gotten a bit ahead of myself. I bought them while you were sleeping.” Jay holds his hand out for yours, grabbing one of the rings with his other hand. When you place your shaky hand into his, he slips the ring onto your middle finger and presses a kiss to the back of your hand. “I want to promise my future to you. I’m not asking you to promise the same thing, you don’t even have to wear the ring if you don’t want to. Just have it and know that I love you- That I’m in love with you, and there isn’t much I wouldn’t do for you.”

“What if I didn’t want to put a label on us and we just stayed like this? Just Y/n and Jay.” Jay leans forward and presses his forehead against yours.

“That’s okay. My time is yours to waste if you choose to do so.”

You close your eyes and take a moment to process what he says. “That’s dangerous, Jay.”

“I don’t mind anything as long as it’s you.”

“…Then I guess you’re lucky your boyfriend isn’t some psycho who would take advantage of that.”

“Boyfriend?” You feel Jay pull away from you and open your eyes to see his hopeful expression.

“Give me your hand.” You grab the other ring from the box. Jay’s eyes follow as you slip the ring onto his middle finger and then lace your hands together. “I want to promise the world to you. You deserve so much, you’ve been with me through everything. I want to promise my future to you as well…” A long pause follows as you try to find the right words.

Jay closes his eyes, seemingly preparing himself for whatever else you have to say. “But?”

“But I can’t.” He exhales sharply.

“You know better than anyone how I feel about commitment. I really lo-“ You stop short, realizing what you were about to say, and look down to avoid the way Jay’s gaze turned to you quickly. “I, uhm... I really like you, Jay. Even before realizing how I liked you, I never imagined my future without you. So, no, I can’t promise my future to you, yet. But know that I will get there and it won’t be a waste of time and in the meantime I want you to be my boyfriend.”

For a moment it’s like everything stops as Jay processes what you say. He opens his eyes and stares at you first, then lowers his gaze to the rings. “Can I kiss you?”

“I already said you don’t have to ask.”

“Yea, but it’s a serious moment, and I-“

“Jay.” You interrupt what you can tell will develop into a ramble.

“Right.” In no time at all Jay’s lips meet yours, gentle, but filled with passion. He leans forward into the kiss, pushing you backward to lie on the bed. He pulls back slightly, pressing a couple more light kisses to your lips. “Being your boyfriend sounds amazing.”

“Good.” You wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his torso. “You’re stuck with me.”

Jay’s chuckle makes your face flush. “There’s no one else I’d rather be stuck with.” A quick kiss is pressed on your cheek.

“You should call your dad. Since.. you know.”

“Oh. Right.” Jay rises from the bed and grabs his phone on the way to the bathroom for privacy. You stay laid across the bed and think about the future. A furious blush spread across your cheeks as you remember what Jay had said earlier about marrying you. You can picture your future together already, waking up to him beside you every morning, every anniversary being treated as the most important holiday, adopting together, and having a family.

While you’re lost in thought, smiling to yourself, Jay comes back into the room smiling. He plops down onto the bed beside you. “My dad said he already knew.”

“Then wha-“

“I don’t know, I stopped questioning him a long time ago.” Jay then frowns. “He also said he’ll disown me if I ever break your heart.”

You laugh sharply. “I had a feeling he loved me. No matter how much he acts like he doesn’t.”

“He’s gonna start treating you like you’re his son instead of me.” Jay shifts towards you, resting his head on his hand. “What were you thinking about?”

You sigh softly and turn your head towards him, “Us. The future.”

“You don’t have to think about it too much. I’m willing to wait as long as you need me to.”

You simply smile at him and shrug. “I think I feel good about the future.”

“You do?” You can see the way Jay fails to fight off his smile. “Why?”

“Because it’s with you.” Jay surges forward, capturing your lips once more. The kiss is slow and purposeful. Your hands come up to find purchase in Jay’s hair, trying to pull him closer against you, despite being as close as you can be. The long kiss eventually dissolves into a series of kisses.

“I’m extending our vacation.” He says between kisses.

“Oh? Okay.”

“i’m asking for your love, i don’t wanna go home”

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Simon Ghost Riley x unknowing pregnant reader

Simon was walking up the driveway of his home forgetting the soul waiting for him inside.

He hated coming home to a dark, cold, and empty house.

When he walked in he was greeted with warmth and light. It cought him off guard but then he realized and remembered. Y/n he sighed lovingly, seeing you standing there with arms wide open and a warm smile on your face.

He rushed over hugged you, embarrassing you like if he let go you would no longer exist.

He breathes your soft sent and sighs in relief. I'm so happy to be home. He said for the first time ever.

I have dinner ready you got home just in time.he was so ready for some real food. I could really use a big hot meal right now

That made you smile even though you didn't know he was coming home you always made so much more just in case he did come home. You would usually just make it for lunch the next day for yourself. But now he was home and hungry for a hot home cooked meal.

He at in silence not saying a word as he listened to you speak. He only wanted to eat and hear your voice. He was so happy to see you were happy that he was home after being gone for a few months he noticed.

He was waiting for you to tell him something he could already tell. Love? Yes Simon? Is there something you're not telling me?

You looked at him confused. No why? He simply pointed to your stomach. Yea, so I put on a little weight, do you not like me now are something. You said agitated. That just confirms his suspension.

Love you did not put on any weight. Your stomach has stretched a bit and you're moody. All this right when I get home.

You were about to blow up at him before he said. I can tell you're pregnant. This stopped you, you didn't even know you were but his keen eyes and and his keen observation skills. He knew, he could tell this and know what's going on.

This is backwards I should be finding out and telling you but I didn't even know. you said a bit embarrassed. He has been gone from his weekend home for 3 months. he would get weekend every so often, his was 3 months ago.

But Simon, you don't sound to happy about it. He said with a soft smile. Oh love, I am happy I'm just tired as hell.

You chuckled and helped him get cloths and towels so he could shower. Once he was done he got into bed with you and held you close quickly falling asleep.

You smiled at him knowing he is going to be super excited tomorrow when he wakes up. He will be acting like he just found out your pregnant the first time again. So you kissed a scar on his shoulder and laid down beside him. He rolled over and wrapped his arms around you placing his large hand on your growing tummy rubbing soothingly. He was already being fatherly in his sleep. Making you smile and drift into I deep calm sleep unknowingly to you he will not be sleeping at all. Not with his pregnant wife being so valuable and weak. Holding a baby is going to be hard. He thought to himself. I'm going to have to make some calls so she will be safe when I have to go.

Tell me if you want a part two if you like this one. I didn't do a good as I wanted but at least it's out. Sorry it's crap. I did what I could before my brake was up. I hope you guys enjoy.