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Fun in Fanmeet (Minju of ILLIT)

Minju x Male Reader (Y/N) Wort count: 2087 words Summary: A fan meeting leads to a fun experience for you.

You have been a fan of Minju ever since RU next; the way she has the visual and talent of a perfect idol is what captured your heart.

She has a unique voice, is a wonderful dancer, has a great personality, and lastly, has a gorgeous visual.

She indeed has such K-actress beauty that if she had pursued her acting career rather than her idol career, she would still flourish.

You’ve been playing the Super Real Me album 24/7, thinking of how this group started from being a nobody to a hit with their title song Magnetic. Eventually, a fanmeet has been announced in their official Twitter account. Reading through it, you saw a chance of having a one-on-one conversation with a member, but it was a random draw during the event. Nonetheless, the important part is to attend your favourite group and meet Park Minju. After the 150th album you just bought, you finally got a ticket for the fanmeet. A week has passed, and the day of the fanmeet is here. You’ve dressed as well as you can. You arrived early to the venue and chatted with some fans. And patiently waited for the fan meet to begin.

After some time, a staff member walked to the stage and announced that the fan meet was about to begin. Excitement rises in yourself; you're about to see Minju in real life. A loud cheer as the members each slowly walk. Yunah was dead gorgeous; same with Iroha and Moka. Then there’s the cutest Wonhee, but your eyes fixated on your princess, the queen of your dreams, the one and only Minju. The flower crown on her head makes her an angel that comes down from heaven to save you. Nonetheless, the fanmeet is starting with their hit song Magnetic. After that, they introduced themselves. Doing challenges, literally being themselves. Two hours have passed, everyone still has the energy to cheer, and the girls are still entertaining. But every event has to come to an end; eventually they draw the winner for the one-on-one convo. Since there are a lot of fans who attended, you thought that there's no chance you can win one, let alone win for Minju. But as the staff was picking the winner for Minju, they called in the person, but they had already left, so they redrawn again. This time, luck had come to you when they called your name.

Y/N is selected for Minju; please come right to the stage. You're dazzled by the announcement, and fans near you congratulate you for winning. You followed the instructions to come near the stage. They gave the five winners an envelope with the time and place where they could have a chit-chat with the idols. 

For you, the time is from 10pm to 12 midnight; you thought it's kind of late for a fan meet. It feels like a date for you, which isn't a bad thing but suspicious nonetheless. And the meeting place is private, which makes sense since it's a one-on-one conversation. Arriving at the place, it seems so empty—just 2 bodyguards and 1 staff member. You greeted them and handed them the invitation. Welcome Sir. Y/N, congratulations! Enjoy your date with Minju. ? Huh, did I hear you right? They didn’t talk after that. You entered the place and saw a table for two with a couch right next to it. You didn't mind the place, but suspicion arises since you haven't heard anything for the past 5 minutes. Walking to the door, you noticed the bodyguards and the staff left. You heard footsteps walking toward the door. You instantly hide as if a murderer is on you. The door opened, and a girl walked in. Where’s the guy? Minju said,Umm hi! "Shock.” OMG, why are you there? Ugh, I thought someone was about to kill me. So you won the draw? Yes, I did. I am Y/N, btw, and sorry to startle you. Haha, no worries; it kind of seems like a dark place, right?

Yes, it is.

You two casually just talked to each other for half an hour. You noticed she texted her staff to bring the food. This is fun—she said, Oh, yeah, different from a normal fan meet. Yeah, um, I just noticed my staff for the food; I'm getting hungry. Are you not? Oh, before I got here, I had already eaten. The staff knocked on the door to deliver the food for the two of you. Thank you! Miss Minju, text again if you need something. Both of you munch the food the staff delivered, and deep inside of you is screaming as to how you got to eat with Minju. 

After eating, she asked, Do you have a girlfriend or something? No, not at the moment, but you did have? An ex? Ye That's perfectPerfect? Well, I don't know if you're keeping up all this time. But you haven't just won a date with me; something else is better. Something else? Think Y/N; you're running out of time. Your head is full of confusion; you cannot think straight about what Minju just said. A lot of things are going on in your head. As you think, she stood up and got to the couch. Well, if you can't think of what I am referring to, you won't experience it. This just added to your confusion. Minutes passed, and you still can't think of what she's referring to. But then it hit. Is she giving a massage perk? I think I got it. Finally, you got it! But shouldn’t it be a flat bed rather than a couch? Huh? What? Are you thinking of massaging? Well, I can’t think of any. Ugh, you're too innocent but cute too. I like you, Y/N. But this isn't okay; it’s not massaging. Well,  it involves massaging, but in a special way, and you're the massagist. Huh? Me? Are you saying random things? Did the food make you think less? Shibal, I can’t take you anymore. It’s so simple yet you can’t get to it. Sorry, it’s just my first time, okay? I don't usually go to Fanmeets. It’s my first time too. Ugh, fine, since you only have an hour with me, I’ll do it. What are you going to do? Have fun, fun with you. Ugh, Y/N, I want you to fuck me here. That’s the prize you won; you won me for 2 hours, babe. What are you on? Are you really Minju? She then pinned you down on the couch, like the captured food of a predator.

This is what you won; I am your prize. So get it now before your time runs out. Min... Minju, I don’t see you like that; I like you but not like this. Why are you so cute? You're making me regret this.What? She then slowly removes her clothes—the white dress and her safety shorts—leaving her in her underwear. You're perplexed by the sight you're seeing. She then goes close to you and unbuttons your shirt. Please be gentle, you said to her. She mirks, going for your mouth. Feeling her dessert to you. You just follow what she desires in you. You alright, she asked. Eyep, I am fine. Strip me, touch my body. Y/N, you earned it. Okay, just like that, good boy. You have a silky smooth skin, Minju. I never imagined this. You’re really my fan, right? You mentioned you watched me in RU next Yes, I am Alright, I am gonna suck your dick now Um, okay, I’ll be gentle, I promise She takes off your pants and briefs. Showing your hard cock to your favourite idol She was shocked by the length and girth you have. Wow, you're so big. 

Thank you, I guess.

You gasped from the way she grabbed your rod, spitting on it as a makeshift lube. Slowly jaculating your dick. You are in ecstasy as seconds pass; you feel like you’re going to cum from just a handjob. Ugh, Minju slows down a bit. Am I reaching it already? I guess it's because of me. She slowed down a bit, but this time using her mouth. She kisses your tip, slurping her own spit on it. Tasting your pre-cum is like juice. She then takes it and swallows slowly, inch by inch, in her mouth. How is she good at this? You asked yourself. You thought this was why they'd debuted; they probably got used by the higher-ups. But you cleared that in your mind; you just thought of what is happening at the moment. Slurp.” Hmmm, I love your cock, Y/N. Its so big and juicy. I am glad you like it. I am getting close to it. She swallows all of it while looking at you, having the begging eyes like she's not satisfied. Alright, time to fuck me now, Y/N. You’re special since this is my first time with a fan. Are you not a virgin anymore? She nods, then gets up to align her freshly shaved pussycat with your dick. You feel your body losing strength as it enters the heavens of Minju. Oh my god, you’re so tight. I can’t believe I am inside you, Minju. Just like that, do you like it? Yes, I am getting comfortable now. That's what I want to hear. Now bring me your game. Yeah, fuck me all you want. She's in a cowgirl position on top of you, having the sight of a goddess and her small, cute tits. You moved your hips up, trying out how to fuck a girl. 

I am not good! That's right. You’re hitting my G-spot. The face she’s making fuels you. The cute, innocent-looking Minju is now a cute, hottie, sexy girl, wanting to be fucked. After a minute, she told you to change positions. Ugh, maybe doggystyle? I don’t know my position. Hmm, do you want to see my face? Then I’ll lay here and insert it while looking at me. Alright, you did what she said; you have a full view of her from top to bottom. Now, deep in this state, you just want to taste every part of her. You carry her legs to your shoulder and lick her toes. Wow, getting bold, good boy. Just like that, lick my toes. You get close to her as your body starts to lose some energy; getting this close to her wants you to kiss her. You tried to get it, but she avoided it. Um, sorry, no kissing yet. Oh really, my bad. No, I want to cause you’re cute, but that's one of the rules. Okay, Another change of position led both of you to lay down on the couch. This time you can only see her back, but your cock is still in her. Ugh, like that, Y/N, I am going to stop. You want me to stop? No, she shouts, Okay, okay, continue to fuck me like this. You continue to go inside of her, eventually feeling that her walls are getting tighter. Hinting that she's cumming.

Yes, ughh, ohhhh, yesss, just like that, I am cumming, babe. I am about to cum too, Minju GOOD. Yes, cum inside me. Yes, you can cum in me. YES, just fucking cum in me Okay okay OHHHHHHH, Yes cum in me baby. Ugh, this is so good. After cuddling inside her, both of you were just silent on the couch. She then hugged you and kissed your cheeks.

Don't tell them I kissed you, okay? Okay, I won't. Hmm, how about we do this sometime again, but with no time restriction? You down? For real? Yeah, I like you, Y/N. Maybe we can do more. Oh, alright, give me your number. She then gets dressed, giving you a wink. She looks like nothing happened, but the atmosphere in this small corridor is screaming sex.

I had fun. Did you? Yes. Hopefully next time you win again, haha. Well, I will try. Alright, I’ll call you later. Okay. She then left as the time with her ran out. You stand outside thinking of the things that happened today; not only did you meet Illit and Minju, you have just had the best experience a fanboy has ever had.

Hmm, what happened to the other four guys? Fin. A/N: A late Birthday smut for my girl. Is this the first Illit Smut here? Not proofread cuz I am lazy. Also it got fucked halfway in terms of formatting.

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Mike x reader, with reader who works long hours during the daytime and Mike working at night which results in them barely having time to see eachother besides from dinner and bedtime

oh, you wanted angst fr 🥲 i think it could go either way, but honestly angst is what stood out to me first. i’m going to make this sadder too, just because i can 💜

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pairing: mike schmidt x blackfem!reader summary: y/n and mike find their relationship at a dead end. wc: 2.3k tags: angst, pain, prescription drug mentions, fluff and cuteness in the beginning but not for long. mdni. part 2 here: 🏳️

all i can think ab is the unbearable pain that replaces the love in your hearts as time goes on.

you’ve been together for half a year. things were fun at first, but once you decide to move in to help with abby, you start to see the cracks in the foundation.

in this one, reader works two jobs (bc let’s face it, this is unfortunately realistic); teaching from 9-4 and cashiering from 5-8:30. mike doesn’t want you working two jobs and you didn’t want to, but you knew that your salaries combined wouldn’t keep you afloat. abby’s school is expensive, and so is everything else in life. the extra money you get from cashiering gives you guys flexibility. 

every morning at 6:30, monday to friday, you wake up alone. even though you know it’ll probably be empty, you still reach your arm over to run it over mike’s side. it’s always cold and flat, completely untouched. 

you brush this off at first; it's one of the things that comes with him working overnight and you know he needs this job so that he can keep abby. you want that for him and know that love is sacrifice. 

you wake abby up and start getting her ready in between fixing yourself up; brushing her teeth while you brush yours, letting her get a few more minutes of sleep in while you throw on your clothes, guiding her through packing her bag while you make breakfast. by that time, closer to 7:30, mike is finally walking into the house. 

his eyes are hooded and surrounded by dark bags and you can tell he's exhausted from the way he hangs his things up lethargically. he kisses abby, who's running around collecting things, on the head, then ambles over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing along your neck. 

they're soft, gentle actions that make you forget about not being able to do things like this at night. it doesn't matter when you have mornings with him, even if it's only 30 minutes before you have to go. you giggle and reach a hand up to his cheek, kissing him on his other one. 

"missed you," you whisper.

"missed you too," he mumbles back, planting a kiss on your lips before stalking away to ask abby something. 

you all eat breakfast together, and then you're slipping abby's coat over her shoulders before you put on your own. you usher her to the car and give mike one last kiss before you leave, a deep one that you hope he feels all day. when you pull away, you can see the affection sparkling in his eyes, low and tired but expressive nonetheless. 

"i love you," he whispers, his sleepiness masquerading as love-drunkeness. 

"i love you, mike. get some rest, okay?" 

you drop abby off, wishing her well, before you're alone for the next 12 hours. it often drags. at your teaching job, you feel as if it's just passing you buy in waves, everything whizzing past you at light speed. you're aware that you're in front of the kids, but then you just blackout. you're thrown into autopilot, and you do this over and over until your lunch break at 1. you text mike to pass the time.

sometimes it's something silly, like "god i do not get paid enough" or "a kid just ate glue /: send help", to which mike will respond "😂😂😂" or "lol you deserve millions (:". he makes you laugh, and it's enough to help you push through the end of the day. 

he picks up abby from school, asking her all about her day and what she wants for dinner. he'll text you what she says so you know what to expect when you get home, like "meatloaf 🍖🍞 (:" or "chicken alfredo 0: fancy". 

for you, transitioning from teaching to customer service was easy; all you had to do was maintain that same autopilot: smile on, eyes alert, prepared for anything. no one suspected a thing when you could keep up and answer their questions. 

mike helps abby with her homework, scratching his head with the eraser of a pencil when he draws blanks on a math or history question. abby only sighs, telling him about something off-topic. "art class is much more interesting." 

mike starts dinner while you're closing up at work, sweeping the front end of the store and counting down your drawer. he lets abby help sometimes, and they usually have it ready for you by the time you're home at 9. 

abby meets you at the door, and you hug her tight, picking her up and waltzing her back into the house. mike is setting the dining table, greeting you with a sleepy smile and, "the queen has arrived."

you all sit down and eat, and it's another one of those moments where everything feels okay. the last 12 hours didn't matter when you were able to have this at the end of it. 

you tell abby and mike about your day over spaghetti, spilling details about prideful parents and spiteful customers. abby laughs all throughout, asking questions about being a cashier. mike just listens, eyes and heart floating between the two of you. 

you clear the table while mike goes to get ready for work, and a wash of dread passes over you. your brain knows what's happening next. you'll kiss him goodbye, clinging to his hoodie sleeve for a second longer than you should, and then you'll settle down with abby, bathing her and reading her to sleep. then you'll be alone. it will just be you and the screech of infomercials until midnight, and then you'll be off to sleep, snuggling into a pillow that smells like mike. 

you push the feeling away, shaking your head and hands and doing just as you know. there's the kiss, the night routine with abby, and the moment you sit on the couch, surrounded by tv light and the croaking of cicadas. 

mike doesn't text during his shift unless it's an emergency. it makes you sad, but you understand. security requires focus, and you require sleep. 

for a while, this works. it's what you and mike have to do to make ends meet, and while you both think that it'll only get better with more time at it, it doesn't. 

you still wake up alone and go through the same rhythm, but when mike comes in around 7:30, it's not 7:30 anymore. it's 7:39, then 7:45, then 7:58. the latest he's ever been, so late that you're not able to eat with him. he shrugs it off when you mention it, kissing your cheek and retreating to the bedroom to sleep.

you drop abby off as usual, and go to work. work. work. work. 

mike starts missing your lunch break texts, sometimes dozing dangerously close to when abby's school lets out. while your class works, you bitterly stare at your text conversation. your unanswered "shaping america's future is kinda sick" message stares back at you until it's replaced by abby's school calling. your heart drops to your stomach as you step out of the room to take the call, answering the phone with, "is she okay?" 

mike didn't pick her up. she's out at 2:30 and it's 3:30 now, and she's crying and scared because he didn't pick up the phone, and she always calls him first. 

you leave work in a flurry, asking a fellow teacher to take over, and you speed to abby's school, not caring about tickets or police or anything. you only want to get her home.

mike is dashing out of the door when you pull up, wrenching a sobbing abby out of your backseat and clutching her close. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry," he breathes, smoothing her hair and looking up at you with regret etched into every feature on his face.

you try your best to hide your upset, ushering everyone inside before changing into your work clothes. you were going to be late, but you shake it off. abby was home and that was all that mattered. 

"hey," mike reaches out to you when you're on your way out. his fingers graze their way down to your hand, and it makes you wish that you could stay home. "thanks for that. i've just been super tired lately and i overslept and---"

"it's okay, baby," you give him a tight lipped smile and a kiss on the knuckles. "just don't let it happen again." 

it happens again. and again. and again. it happens so many times that abby starts to think mike is forgetting about her, and you don't know how to get that out of her head. she cries about it more and more with each time you have to pick her up. he stops running out to apologize, still asleep inside. 

you rush into the bedroom. he's splayed out over the bed, snoring loudly with his arm hanging over the side. you find an orange pill bottle on his nightstand. an old ambien prescription. 

you argue with him before work sometimes.

"what do you need ambien for?"

"i can't sleep." 

"but every morning, you skip breakfast to sleep."

"i do fall asleep, but i started waking up out of it. i just take the ambien to help me fall again."

"what time do you take it?"

"i don't know, y/n."

"why are you lying to me?"

"i'm not." 

"what time?" you cry, grasping at your chest. a sharp pains thud through your ribcage, and you literally sob. it feels like your heart is tearing in two. "you stare at times, mike. what time do you take the ambien?" 

he doesn't answer you and he doesn't know why. it would be so easy to tell you that he takes it at 9 or 10, and that he believes he'll be able to wake himself up around 2 but he doesn't. he can’t sleep without the ambien. he needs it now because he kept himself up in the early days of this, mind toiling over their situation, the endless reassurance that this would work sending him into insomnia. 

you leave when he doesn't answer, wiping at your watery eyes and runny nose. 

you cashier as a shell of yourself. abby stops asking mike for homework help, and eventually he stops cooking dinner too, trading all that time in for extra sleep after picking her up. you have to explain the situation to your retail store manager, just in case mike forgets again, and start looking after abby more. mike only ever made time to spend with her on the weekends, content with awkward moments over lunch and low energy bickering.

the lunch break texts stop. the dinner texts stop.

he's dressed and ready to leave when you get home these days, prepared to exit as you enter. you don't know what to say as you face each other in the doorway, eyes focused on anything but each other. you don’t even kiss anymore.

"i think abby's asleep already."

you shake your head. "i think she's really sad. she hasn't been coming out of there like she used to. she misses you." 

"i miss her too, of course. i'm just busy." 

"all you do is work, mike," you deadpan, exhausted with him. you never thought you'd ever get to a point where you looked at mike, the sure love of your life, with disdain, but you felt it creep into you ever so slightly. 

"yeah, i know. it fucking sucks, but it's what i have to do to keep abby."

you scoff, scooting past him to take your coat and bag off. "as if you're going to keep her by leaving her at school everyday." it's supposed to be under your breath, but the disdain creeps onto your tongue, bitter and raging, and you say it aloud, to his face. 

his jaw clenches and his brown eyes burn, staring you down with an unrelenting severity. you hunch yourself over, dropping your head and sighing out, "mike, i'm sorry. i didn--" 

he leaves without another word. 

how it got to this, neither of you know. not even the weekends healed anymore. mike caught up on sleep, you caught up on grading, and in your downtime, you avoided each other. for him, it felt easier than being around you. you were irritable all the time, a quick fuse with any word he could think to speak. 

for you, it seemed like it was what he wanted. time away from you, from abby, from everyone; time to be alone and recharge for the only thing he ever did, the only thing that was keeping his sister in his care. 

you didn't even remember what his touch felt like, what he tasted like. the man that you loved had become but a memory, a ghost that passed through your plane. you’re able to imagine his fluffy hair, his perfect smile, his laugh, his rich smell, but none of it mattered. he didn’t feel like yours anymore. 

you suppose it was the same for him, with you existing in the same space but only tangible to him some of the time. he would catch glimpses of your smile, laughing at something on your phone, or talking to abby, meet your eyes when you shuffled back to the bedroom from the bathroom, rimmed in red from crying for the last 30 minutes.

he starts sleeping on the couch, unable to even lay beside you. 

mike does a lot of crying. a lot of screaming into his pillow, wondering why he fucks these things up so badly. you do the same, wondering why you stay in situations that hurt you.

this goes on for longer than you two would like, so long that you don't even celebrate your one-year anniversary.

the day passes without noise, mike sleeping and you working.

a prequel of sorts : x

THIS WAS SO FUCKING LONG MY BBBBBBBB OMG. i did NOT mean to go this deep in, i just felt SOOOOO MUCH! my little brain got sad ): i could go deeper into this too one day, breaking up moments into specific little blurbs or ficlets d: let me know if y'all even enjoyed this lmaooo off to write for Halloween lol

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Where Do Broken Hearts Go - Chapter 1 (18+)

Pairing: Model, ex-boyfriend!Jungkook X Child psychologist, Fem!Reader X Lawyer, Single Dad!Hoseok. 

Summary: Jungkook stripped your emotions naked, left you bare in the chilly wind of despair and self-doubt with an unending heartache. You tried your hardest to move on from him, to live for yourself but failed miserably. Each night you had to come back to your empty home where memories and broken dreams were scattered all around the floor, until one day a little angel and her unbelievably beautiful father came into your life. Finally, when you find yourself healing, maybe falling too, Jungkook had to show up! Again!

Theme: Angst, pining, heartbreak, break-up, SMUT (MDNI)

Warnings: lots of crying, reader is broken, she is suffering so bad, a flashback explicit sex scene, big-dick Jungkook, kind of size kink, he hits it from behind, shower sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up), creampie, Jung Hoseok enters the scene, he is so attractive that you might faint, subtle and flirty Hoseok, an adorable little girl, Namjoon makes an appearance.

It's not really mentioned but just so you know, Hoseok and reader has a slight age gap like 5 years. (which is not at all an age gap to me because my first boyfriend was 8 years older than me. haha. you didn't just read that.)

Word count: 4.2k

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A/N: First chapter is here. I wrote 4k+ words for a single fic and that's unbelievable. Anyway, I hope you guys like it, and I hope it's worth the wait.

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Chapters:- 

Prologue/Masterpost || Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 || Chapter 7 - Finale

“Reaching in 10 minutes” 

That’s what Jungkook texted you half an hour ago. 

It’s nothing new. He has always been late to your every date, every plan, every meetup. What is new is the lack of explanations and excuses following his delayed arrivals. He only apologizes and you hardly hear any sincerity in his atonements. 

You sigh, staring out of the huge window of the private cabin. 

Jungkook can’t meet you at your (supposed to be shared) home due to his “privacy” issues. So, you had to reserve this private cabin of an over-expensive continental restaurant. It’s funny how all of these feel so formal. It feels as if you are meeting one of your wealthy clients and not your boyfriend. This is how far Jungkook has drifted from you. 

Your feet bounce on the floor, reminding you that you are indeed very nervous. 

It’s a “leap of faith” situation for you today. If it works out then everything will start afresh, if it doesn’t… you will have to fall and break without having any idea on how to mend yourself. 

“Sorry. I’m late.” Jungkook’s muffled voice rings behind your ear. 

You were so lost in your thoughts, or fear, that you didn’t even hear him entering the cabin. 

He heads towards the seat opposite of yours, without any further greetings, any kiss or even a hug… not even a single glance.

“As if it’s the first time.” you scoff. Jungkook chuckles nervously, removing his mask and snapback. 

“Let’s order something. Heard their soy sauce chicken is a hit-” 

“Y/N, I can’t stay for long. Can you make it quick?” Jungkook cuts off your words. His tone is so curt, so foreign that you doubt if it’s actually him underneath his skin or not. 

“Jungkook… What's wrong? Why are you making things so formal? For fuck’s sake it’s me. Your so-called girlfriend.” Your voice quivers but you scream nonetheless. 

“Y/N! Quit being dramatic and lower your voice. We are not at home.” Jungkook hisses, teeth gritting, eyes narrowing. 

“Home? You mean the apartment you left because your agency said it’s risky to share a space with your girlfriend of three years? The same place you refused to meet at because paparazzi are keeping tabs on you as you are rumored to be dating someone else?” you reply with the same ferocity. 

Jungkook closes his eyes and rubs his face with both of his palms. Taking a sharp inhale, he says, “Can you please tell me why we are here? I don’t think you called me all the way here just so we can fight?”  

You roll your eyes, less in sarcasm, more in an attempt to make your tears disappear.

You sit straight as if being prepared for the sword that is going to pierce through your heart, “Jungkook, do you.. do you love me?” 

Jungkook visibly stiffens. His eyes go wide as if someone has asked him to jump off of the building. You see him collecting himself and clearing his throat only to lie, “O-Of course I do. But suddenly why?” 

Even though you want to believe his words, you know those are as hollow as his eyes and maybe his heart as well. 

“Then..” you pause, reaching for your purse. Pulling out the pitch black velvet box, you look at him. Jungkook’s eyes are wide again, filled with horror and confusion. He probably knows what you are doing and he does not seem to be the least bit happy.  

You stand up from your seat and round the table to reach Jungkook, “don’t you think it’s the high time we get engaged? It’s been three years since we started dating, our families approve of each other and” you pause, being unsure of whether you should say it, “and we have always wanted a future together.” You open the box for him to see, a tight-lipped smile lingers on your face only to punctuate your proposal.

Jungkook looks up at you with his big, doe, mystical eyes and then looks down on the ring you have spent a fortune on. Your heart hammers in your chest, but it is not the flattering kind. Your heart races in a fear that you are not ready to face yet.

Jungkook’s face falls and he looks away from you. He plays with his fingers and avoids any kind of eye contact with you. You stand there like a doll made of steel, staring at him holding the ring. 

“Y/N. This is not- I can’t. I mean, this is so sudden. I am at the peak of my career and I can’t think of getting engaged or married at this point of life.” he runs a hand though his dark hair out of frustration, “Why are you rushing everything like this?” Jungkook’s eyes are still trained on the table, not on you. 

“Because I am afraid, Jungkook. I am afraid you might leave me behind if I don’t try to hold onto you now.” you finally let your tears fall. Uncontrollable sobs leave your mouth. 

Jungkook whips his head towards you and then stands up slowly. He holds you by your arms and opens his mouth to say something, “Y/N. I-”

“But I guess it’s too late now. You were long gone. You were gone far before the day you were seen with her. I should have understood Jungkook. I should have…” you run out of breath but still continue, “now please answer me honestly, you love her. Don’t you?” 

Jungkook starts avoiding your eyes again. His grip on your arms loosens and you somehow know the answer already. 

“I never cheated on you, Y/N. I never lied to you.” He offers with eyes shut tightly. 

“But you never told me the full truth either.” your voice comes out weak. 

Jungkook remains silent for a while and then he continues with a frail voice, “That night. I mean, the photo that went viral, I was sending her back to her hotel. She flew all the way to the States to confess to me.” This is a new revelation to you, since you never really demanded any explanation from him. Honestly, you didn’t have the guts to face the truth. Rather you decided to try one last time. And that is what brings you here, defeated and rejected with a truck load of pain burdening you down. 

“And? What did you say?” you press on, being determined to end your suffering today even if it means you will have to return home with a broken relationship and a broken heart.  

“Nothing.” Jungkook gulps.

“You could not say no because you feel the same and you could not say yes because you still had me, is that right?” You know you awfully sound like you are in a session with one of your patients but you don’t care. You need to get to the root of this unbearable pain and cut it off for once and for all. 

Jungkook nods. Even though his eyes are hidden from yours, you know, those are full of guilt and shame but not a single speck of love and affection for you. 

You close your eyes, let the tears fall unbound, shut the box tight and take two steps back from your soon-to-be ex-boyfriend. 

“I know this is a stupid question but I- I’m just confirming” another sob leaves your mouth unintentionally, “do you want to break up? With me?” 

Jungkook pinches the bridge of his nose. He is probably finding a way to say yes without having to hurt you more than you can bear. 

“Y/N..” he murmurs. This is most likely the last time you are hearing him call you by your name. 

“Jungkook, please, just yes or no.” You take another step away from him.  

“Yes.” Jungkook breathes out. His eyes are still shut tight. 

Even though you knew what his answer would be, it still hurts much more than it did in your imagination. 

You feel as if your head is underwater, you can’t breathe, can’t fight, can’t scream. You need to be saved but the person you want to reach out to is the same person who pushed you into this unfathomable water. 

Your vision gets blurry with tears again, you can’t see Jungkook anymore. And you guess it’s better that way. 

“Okay. That's all I think. That’s all for our three years of history. I hope you lead a happier life from now on. Goodbye….. Jungkook.” and with that you left without waiting for him to say anything. You left him and a part of yourself with him. 

You are again sitting at your dining table, holding your phone tightly in your hand. You are again re-reading a headline just like you did a month and two days ago. You are again trying not to cry but you are failing miserably. 

“Calvin Kline fame Jeon Jungkook confirms the rumors by kissing rumored girlfriend actress Han Jiwon at a club downtown - The agency is yet to provide a statement.” 

It's cruel, how you have to wake up exactly at 7 in the morning despite crying for the better part of the night. 

It's even more cruel, how your vacation application (which you have been pursuing for more than a week now) was declined harshly because there's a "priority client" and you, arguably the most competent child psychologist of the clinic, have to take over the case. 

You reach for your phone and turn off the alarm. 

Opening your eyes, you stare at the ceiling blankly. It's been two weeks since you last saw Jungkook at the restaurant. It's been two weeks since your relationship came to an end. And it's been four months since you are sleeping on your own but you still crave for his warmth beside you. 

Love can be a funny thing. At one moment it's fulfilling you, injecting your heart with a sickening sweetness and at another one it's ripping off your urge to continue living, it's stuffing you with insecurity and self doubts that you hardly knew the existence of. 

You wonder what Jungkook is doing now. Is he sleeping by himself or is he waking up beside Jiwon? Is he kissing her shoulders softly like he used to do to you or is he hovering above her, spreading her legs and inserting his large shaft inside. 

Your thoughts are shaken off with the vibrating sound of your phone. 

It's Miseon. The receptionist of The Mindscope ( the clinic you work for) and probably the only person you can call a friend in this entire world. 

"Morning." You greet.

"Hey. Heard that your application was declined?" Miseon chrips from the other side of the line. 

"Yeah. For some priority clients. Kim asshole Namjoon will be deep-fried in burning oil in a giant ass frying pan in hell." You grumble.

"So you are coming back to work today I guess." 

"Yes I have to."

"Will you be okay tho?" You can hear concern in your friend's voice. She's the only person apart from your family to know about your and Jungkook's relationship. So, she called you immediately after seeing the tabloids twelve days ago. You cried on her shoulder when she visited you. 

"Yeah. I guess. I have to start doing the actual work anyway. My eyes are in pain for the prolonged hours I spent staring at Microsoft Word for these two weeks. Ugh. Now I hate documentation even more." 

Miseon chuckles, “Okay, see you at the clinic then.” 

“Yeah. see you.” 

You drag yourself out of the bed and head towards the washroom. If this is a new start, then you better accept it. 

As soon as the warm soothing water touches your body, memories come rushing back, flooding your mind with despair in the process. 

“Jungkook… I’m gonna get late” you whine, head tilting back with pleasure. 

Jungkook’s hand snakes around your waist, fingers reach for your sensitive bundle of nerves. 

“Five minutes won’t hurt, baby.” he whispers in your ear as his index and middle finger draw slow circles on your wet clit. 

His other hand teases one of your wet nipples, twisting and tugging it as harshly as he wants. 

A pool of slick gushes out of your hole making jungkook groan at the feeling. He dips his middle finger in your hole and collects some of your wetness, he then uses that to rub more smooth circles on your clit. 

You choke on thin air, moaning his name again and again you start to roll your hip on his naked cock. 

His giant cock fits perfectly along your ass crack, as if it was made to fit inside you. 

You roll your hips harder to elicit a reaction from your boyfriend. 

“Such a dirty girl, huh? All for me.” Jungkook’s husky voice pierce through your sober mind and you find yourself dazed with love and pleasure. 

Jungkook increases the pace of his fingers and you get more and more wet each passing second. 

“Kook.. I- I need you.” you manage to breathe out. 

“Don’t be vague, Y/N. Tell me what you exactly need.” Jungkook replies smugly. 

“I need your giant cock to ruin my pussy, daddy.” you reply, squeezing the tit that has been deprived of your boyfriend’s attention.

“Whatever my baby says.” and with that jungkook slips inside you in one go. You barely get any chance to adjust because he starts moving right away. 

He fucks you slow. His fingers never stop teasing your clit and soon you two reach your climax. He fills you with his cum and you coat his cock with yours. 

“Let’s get cleaned now, hm?” Jungkook places a kiss on your shoulder as he turns on the shower. 

Your back slides down the shower wall. You shake violently as loud sobs leave your throat one after another. 

“You are so cruel, Jungkook. You are so fucking cruel.” you scream. Your throat hurts but your heart hurts even more. 

You should have read the signs. When he kept on talking about Jiwon, aka his new friend from the agency, you should have perceived that shine in his eyes. 

You should have confronted him more when he said he would have a drink with her after his shoot. 

You should have asked his whereabouts when he ignored your calls and texts because he visited her in one of her drama sets. 

You should have done a lot of things but most importantly, you should have loved him a little less and loved yourself a little more. 

Counselee Information: - Name: Jung Sua Age: 7 (seven) Gender: Female (F) Guardian: Jung Hoseok  Relationship with the guardian: Father of the counselee  Reasons behind seeking help:  1. Changes in behavior  2. Quieter and more reserved than before 3. Frequent nightmares  4. Mild panic attacks 

“So, what do you think?” Namjoon questions, leaning on the plush chair, placed at the end of your table. 

“Nothing complicated. You could have handled it yourself. There was absolutely no need of rejecting my vacation applications again and again.” you spat, being very unimpressed with the dimpled smirk on your boss’ face. 

“Oh my god. What’s wrong?” he dramatically leans forward. Placing a hand on his chest, Namjoon continues, “I thought you will be in a better mood after two weeks of work from home. But you seem even more annoyed than before.” 

“For your information, I asked for a damn holiday not work from home aka  prolonged hours of documentation. I really need some time off, Namjoon. I am not kidding.” Your voice sounds so defeated that Namjoon has to sit straight. 

A serious expression takes over his features as he replies, “I know, Y/N. You are definitely not the type to take leaves for fun. But I am helpless here. The client has asked for you personally. He has done his own research and concluded that you can help his daughter better than everyone else in this clinic. I could not do anything.” 

You nod understanding his point of view. 

You are always more than ready to help these little, innocent souls out. It pains you to see these babies experiencing something as horrific as panic attacks. 

But this time you need therapy more than anyone else under your radar. Even though your exterior doesn’t show the unbearable pain your interior is going through, you still need some solace. You are really unwilling to work at this moment and you doubt if you can help anyone else when you are not mentally fit yourself.  

But you hardly have a choice. And maybe, just maybe, you will get a chance of distracting yourself from Jungkook's thoughts. Maybe you will be able to take a breather. Maybe you will heal in the process. Maybe? 

“The appointment is at 11 am, right?” You ask the man sitting right in front of you.

“Yes,” he answers. 

“It’s 10:49 already. Get out and let me prepare myself.” you mutter, closing your eyes and leaning back on your chair. 

“Okay okay. Don’t be so aggressive.” Namjoon chuckles before leaving you alone in the cabin. 

You go through Jung Sua's records once more to verify if there's a health condition you should be aware of. But there isn't anything. 

Just when you close the file, a knock rings on the cabin door. 

You sit straight. Ready to welcome a new friend. 

Yuna, your assistant, knocks once more before pushing the door slowly. She walks in first and then holds the door open for the guests. 

And the cutest seven years old, you have ever seen, walks inside. She's so small that she can be easily mistaken for a five year old. Her chubby cheeks and immaculately done pigtails makes her look like a doll. 

You almost coo at the sight. 

Even though you mostly work with kids, for the past year you were working with only teenagers. It's been long since you had the pleasure to serve yourself for a kid less than ten years old, let alone a seven year one. 

"Hello there, Miss Sua. How are you doing?" You say in a jovial voice, trudging towards the baby. 

Sua tenses a bit and looks behind her, looking for shelter from her father. He stands right behind Sua, offering her to hold one of his hands. Sua takes that readily.

You come forward and sit on your knees to maintain an eye level with your new friend. 

"Don't worry. I'm your new friend. My name is Y/N." You offer her your hand. She hesitates a bit and then looks at her father for confirmation.

You follow her cue and tilt your head up to take a look at the father of your counselee.

Only if you weren't the embodiment of damsel of distress these days, you could very well have a love at first sight. 

The man flaunts a pair of incredibly beautiful yet intimidating eyes, a chiseled jaw that can cut you into pieces, perfectly styled dark hair that falls on his face, and a pair of heart shaped lips which enhances the overall beauty of his face. The fitted dress pants and the black dress shirt give hints of the lithe, well-structured body that lies inside. 

He smiles at you, you do the same. And then you feel a softer, smaller hand wrapping up your fingertips lightly. 

Her cuteness makes you giggle. 

You stand up, taking her hand on yours, you start walking towards a cozier corner of your cabin, where you usually counsel kids. Her father follows you closely behind. 

There's a small and round glass table along with three chairs. One is meant for you and two others are meant for the counselees and their guardians. 

You turn towards Sua’s father. Smiling a little and you say “You need to take the seat first, so that she can be assured it is safe here.” 

“Sure” he replies. His voice is smooth and light, a contrast to his dark and manly features. 

He sits down on the bigger chair and pats on the smaller one, “come on Sua, com ‘ere.” 

Sua leaves your hand and wiggles towards her dad. She easily plops down on her seat. 

“Yuna, can you prepare the game room please?” You ask your assistant.

“Sure, Y/N” She says before closing the door as you get comfortable in your own chair. 

Sua regards you with her big, round doe eyes. She looks at you so intensely as if you have grown two horns in your head. 

You chuckle a bit, “Sua, don’t you like your new friend? Don’t you like me?” 

Sua stays silent. 

“Sua is very friendly. I am sure she will like Y/N very soon. Isn’t it, baby?” Sua’s father chimes in, squeezing one of her little hands with his bigger, rougher ones. 

You are so accustomed to your patients and their guardians to address you as “doctor”, that you had to take a moment after your name rolled out of Mr. Jung’s mouth. 

The change is welcomed anyway. 

You divert your eyes from Sua to him, only to find him smiling at you warmly. You mirror his smile. His smile is so damn gorgeous that you can’t help but feel contaminated with it. 

“Sua, what do you like to play the most?” you focus on Sua again.

“Mario kart” she replies briefly, staring down at her feet. 

“Okay. That's a great game. But what would you like to play outside? For example with your classmates during lunchtime?” You place your next question. 

“My classmates don’t play with me.” She was quick with her answer. 

Your smile drops instantly and you already start mapping out all the possible sources of the issues she is facing. 

Nodding to yourself in understanding, you proceed, “Okay, let’s not talk about games anymore. You tell me what you like more, oranges or mangoes?”

“Mangoes.” she replies. 

“Okay” standing up from your seat, you walk towards your table and call Yuna. She comes within a few seconds. 

You instruct her to take Sua to the game room and treat her to some delicious mango juice. Even though Sua hesitates for a bit, her father’s encouragement works really well. 

As soon as Sua leaves the room, you find yourself quite nervous under the intimidating gaze of Mr. Jung. 

This setting is nothing new. You have been into one-on-one conversations with your counselees’ parents for more times than you can count. But none of them were as young and attractive as Mr. Jung. 

You inhale a long breath before continuing, “so, Mr. Jung, since when did you start noticing these changes in Sua?” 

“Almost a month ago. I can’t pinpoint an exact date but she has gradually become very quiet over this last month. She used to be very chatty. She used to tell me every little thing in detail about her day, her friends, what she had for lunch, what colors she used in drawings and so on. Now-a-days her answers have become vague and insignificant.” Mr. Jung sighs.

“Hmm. and the nightmares?” you ask, scribbling on the ipad. 

“Around the same time. She woke up at 2 in the morning, ran to my room crying and breathing heavily. She didn’t tell me what it was about but kept on saying she was afraid. The same thing happened two more times.” He completes. 

“Umm. The next question might be a little personal but the information is required for future counsellings. I ask for your understanding.” you sit straight. He nods. 

“You said she came running to you when she had nightmares. Hence, I assume you were alone in the room. What about Sua’s mother?” 

“I am a single dad, Doctor. Sua’s mother and I were in a casual relationship when she conceived with Sua unexpectedly. Both of us were just starting our careers so it was tough for us to think of getting married. On the top of that we didn’t like each other enough to proceed with that option. So, we decided to co-parent. But…” he pauses, takes in a long breath and then continues, “she disappeared after giving birth. She left a note behind as an apology, saying that she is not ready to be a mother, asking me not to contact her anymore. My mother and sister helped me in raising Sua so beautifully. They are the only ones to become something close to a mother figure for her. That’s all.” 

You feel something warm flooding in your chest. You don’t know what it is, it can be respect, can be sympathy, can be even admiration for this man who you don’t even know properly. 

A genuine smile takes over your face as you mutter, “You have done a great job Mr. Jung. You have raised a beautiful daughter all by yourself. You have worked hard.” 

Mr, Jung’s dark eyes flood with some emotions you can’t quite name. He stares at you intensely, so much so that you feel he is reading you inside out. You can’t help but stare back at him. 

“Call me Hoseok. So that I can call you by your name too. Is that okay, Y/N?” his voice is deeper than earlier, his smile is lopsided, more like a smirk. 

You find yourself easily smiling along with him, something that has been quite tough for you to do for the past few months. 

“Sure. Hoseok.” Your reply comes out without any further thought.   

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A kiss, a Cake, a Flight, and a Heart Attack

Or four mornings where Charles wakes you up.

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!reader

Request: read here

Warnings: Language, sexual implications, slight nudity, google translate italian (once), mentions of burns and fire, charles needing to stay away from the kitchen.

a/n: one thing about me is i will have charles mess up in the kitchen… But i actually had fun writing this and i hope you’ll like it! It’s a long one cause i added a bit to the request so buckle up (thank u @stcrgazings for helping me with this one) & Big, big apology to the person who sent the request cause it was sent in october🙃

A kiss and i’m all yours for the day:

He’d been awake for hours now, moving from room to room, doing random things, fidgeting around the apartment, struggling to find something to occupy himself with.

He had this habit that occasionally classified as a bad one. By six in the morning, he’d be up and running no matter what, even on his days off like it was the case today.

Sometimes, he would go to bed at night with the decision made that he was gonna sleep in the next day, only for his biological clock to ring it’s alarm right as the sun begins to rise, his body too used to waking up early.

The situation was no different this time. He woke up at a quarter to six, refused to get out of bed for over half an hour, hoping and praying he’d go back to sleep until he lost hope and stumbled out of the bedroom with stomping feet, and now he was awake all alone, sat on the balcony with a cup of fresh juice on the table by his side, gazing at an elderly neighbor in the apartment accros from him as the man sat watching TV, drinking coffee and chatting with someone that was out of Charles’ field of vision.

The sunlight was still a soft glow, slowly illuminating the streets, casting Monaco under its golden, calm spell, and in the midst of this scene was Charles, looking so serene, but oh so bored with his legs propped up on another chair as he waited for the clock to tick a bit more, anticipating the moment when you’d finally stretch your arms above your head and groan in bed, signaling that you were awake, not happily but awake all the same.

He waited over an hour like that. He scrolled on his phone, listened to music, read a few pages of a book he had bought a few days ago, made himself breakfast and ate it… It seemed like he did so much, like a lot of time had passed but when his finger met the screen of his phone in a gentle tap and his eyes read the numbers on the screen, he let out a loud groan at how early it still was. It wasn’t even seven yet and so he sat patiently until that patience wore thin after a few moments.

Hoping it was now a decent hour to wake you up, he tapped his phone screen again to check the time, only to be disappointed once more by the numbers reading just a few minutes past 7.

“Putain.” Fuck. He mumbled to himself and threw his head back.

It was a day off, and what he loved about his days at home was that he got to spend them with you, but he couldn’t help that he was an early riser and you just about despised the morning, and so he waited.

Around eight, his patience had run out and his boredom levels had skyrocketed.

Usually, you woke up around 9:30 and so, he sat there for five more minutes, his mind getting decently creative with the gaslighting methods it was pulling on itself to reach the conviction that it was close enough to nine thirty.

It wasn’t, it really wasn’t but Charles got up nonetheless, leaving his cup and book right where they were as he headed straight to the bedroom as not to give himself any time to rationalize this.

His hand reached for the cold knob, he opened the door and peaked his head inside to sneak a look at his soundly asleep girlfriend.

You looks so peaceful and relaxed, asleep on your stomach, the fluffy covers blurring the outline of your body, leaving him to admire what was visible: you hiding your face in his pillow, hugging it close to you simultaneously.

An advantage of him waking up before you every day was that he got to witness this, the fact that you found comfort in his scent lingering on his side of the bed and on his pillowcase. Sometimes the sight gave him a weird sense of melancholy, especially on days where he was in a rush, with nowhere near enough time to appreciate this. Sometimes, i tugged at his heart since it left him picturing you asleep, all alone while he was across the world from where he was supposed to be, right by your side.

Today, it made him smile widely as his heartbeat picked up its pace.

He stepped into the room and closed the door behind him again then started taking cautious steps to the bed where he got back in under the sheets with you and slowly pried the pillow out of your grip, replacing it with himself.

He pulled you into his chest, grinning widely when he felt your arms subconsciously wrap around his waist and your head snuggle into the crook of his neck like it was instinct, his shirtless state making this so much better for him.

Mindlessly, his hand reached for your hair, his fingers brushing through it carefully while he leaned his face forward and placed a quick kiss onto the top of your head, making you snuggle further into his chest.

With a lingering smile, he spoke in a low voice, “Bonjour, chérie.”

Instantly, that made you groan, because even in your barely conscience state, you knew that little sentence was Charles’ morning shenanigans kicking off.

“Uh-uh.” You grumbled, hiding your face completely against his shoulder, hoping he would take the hint, and when he went silent and still for a few minutes, you really thought he did. You fell back into deep slumber while holding him, falsely assuming he was gonna leave you to be.

However, this was Charles, insistant as ever. His silence was in fact just him plotting.

“Baby, come on. Lève-toi.” Get up. His voice was soft and hushed as his hand slipped down your body, under the sheets and right under your oversized shirt -his shirt that you were sleeping in, his fingertips delicately meeting the soft skin to lightly trace patterns up and down your back, eliciting goosebumps on your skin, the feather feel of his touch making you arch into him instinctively.

Your complaint was half-hearted, spoke into his neck in the form of a groan of his name, the vibrations of it sending a shiver down his spine.

“Oui?” He whispered, feigning clueless about the fact that this was a complaint.

“Fuck off.” You mumbled back, making his lips twist up in a smile that slowly progressed into a slight chuckle that you too felt against your chest while Charles allowed his head to rest against the headboard.

“Tu veux pas te réveiller?” You don’t wanna wake up? He asked, already knowing the answer to that.

“Too early for baguettes.” You whined again, rolling off his body, back onto the mattress, covering your head with the pillow to tune your annoying boyfriend out.

Meanwhile, Charles was trying to figure out who even mentioned baguettes, because he sure didn’t.

“Baguettes?” He frowned.

“Ugh…” you sighed, “English, Charles. Too early for french.”

Just as your muffled voice met his ears, his laughter took ahold of him, shaking his body and the bed along with it.

The plan to keep your eyes shut under all circumstances, the only guarantee to another meeting with sleep, was failing. You gave up and peeked at him, tossing the pillow onto his head, “I hate you, Leclerc.”

Charles, with a quick reaction, grabbed the pillow and held it to his chest while your hands rubbed at your face, moving up to angrily toss back your hair that had covered your face.

You propped your body up on your elbows and rubbed your eyes again, pouting as you did so, leaving Charles, who still had a soft smile lighting up his features as he watched you with soft eyes, to take in the adorable sight of your messy hair and pouty lips.

“That’s okay, amour. You’ll go back to loving me in an hour.” He smiled, in his head the scenes of the many forced early mornings replaying.

“No, ‘cause i’m going back to sleep.” You remarked, frustration bubbling in your chest at his insistence.

Forcefully, you yanked onto the sheets, forming them into a cocoon covering you up to your head.

“But, baby… I’m home with you all day today.” Charles sounded disappointed now, but you were too sleepy and not awake enough yet to argue with him on the subject.

However, in your head, you were wondering why the fuck did a day off need to start as early as school does? It was truly beyond you, the answer to that question.

“Alright, then…” you heard him rustle off the bed, sighing as he did, “I did tell Andrea i don’t wanna train today so i can stay here with you,” he explained as he started opening and closing closets and drawers, “if you’re too sleepy to spend time with me - which is totally fine by the way, i’ll just give him a call and tell him to meet me at the gym or something.”

You blinked your eyes open at the statement, the disappointment tainting his tone and the fact that he so desperately wanted a full day with just you just now sinking in. You wanted to spend time alone with him as well. It would be so utterly disappointing if you woke up later to realize you had wasted this opportunity.

By the sounds of it, Charles was already dressed since you heard zippers being pulled up and clothes being tossed around.

Blinking your eyes repeatedly, you sighed and prepared to interrupt his plan, but before you could, you heard him unlock his phone, probably preparing to call Andrea.

Hurriedly, you pulled the duvet off your head and mumbled, “Charles, wait…”

However, there he was, stood in the middle of the room, grinning like an idiot, still shirtless and in his sleep shorts.

His trick had worked perfectly and now you were awake and he had absolutely no plans whatsoever to meet up with Andrea and as you glared at him with a piercing gaze, he broke out in a laugh and practically jumped on top of you, the covers still covering you cushioning his weight as his arms wrapped around you.

“Good morning.” He smiled widely while looking down at you.

“That was low, Leclerc.” You pushed at his shoulder, frowning deeply.

With one eyebrow raised, he replied, “I can still call Andrea.”

“You know what? Maybe you should. You are a pain in the ass at this point, Charles.”

His arms snuck around your waist to firmly hold your body to his as he flipped the two of you over so you were comfortably laying on his chest.

“Now you’re just hurting my feelings.” He playfully said, watching as your head found it resting place on his shoulder, “I though you would like that i’m all your for the day.”

The annoyance on your side was beginning to waver, a small smile now replacing the frown on your face as you spoke against his skin, “You’re all mine every day.”

“Of course i’m always yours, baby.“ His heart was beating faster as he spoke and admired your slowly relaxing features, “I just mean i’m home with you today.” Charles kissed your forehead.

“Um, i do love that, bébé.” You reassured, your hand trailing up to his cheek, you fingers running along his jawline, feeling the stubble that had grown, “It’s just your morning chronicles that i hate.”

“Just think of it as more time together, all alone in our apartment.” He replied, leaning into your touch, “Now, give me my good morning kiss.”

That, you would never refuse so, your lips met his in a sweet kiss throughout which, you felt his hands on the smile of your back, hugging you to him as your lips moved briefly against his before you relaxed back on his chest, accepting your fate that your day was gonna start now.

“What time is it?” You asked out of curiosity, yawning at the end of the sentence and lifting yourself a bit, getting ready to get out of bed.

Instead of an answer, Charles just gave you a tight-lipped, wide smile and pulled you back down, telling you he loves you right against your ear.

“What’s important is that we’re gonna spend so much time together, n’est ce pas?” …right? The cheesy smile he was displaying showed you one thing. It was still early as fuck.

✩★✩

A cake and a weird smell:

The previous night had been amazing. The party was loud and chaotic but absolutely perfect. The music was picked right to your taste, the drinks were all your favorites and all the people you loved were all gathered under one roof, all having fun with seemingly no other cares in the world.

And Charles… he was - and is - the best boyfriend on so many different scales. His insistence on making every day special went above any beyond on special occasions, especially on your birthday. He had organized everything to utmost perfection, planning every detail of your birthday party himself, down to the type of confetti used and the font on the “Happy Birthday” banner hanging elegantly on the entrance of the club he had chosen for the occasion.

In fact, he had planned everything down to his own appearance for the night, picking out your favorite clothes of his, styling his hair how you liked it - just the right proportion of messy and put together, using your favorite perfume of his and putting on the ring you loved so much.

Last night’s surprises were perfect and the way he took care of your every need once the two of you were finally alone, in the dimly lit environment of your bedroom, was even more than that.

Even falling asleep in his arms was perfect, but now, at past ten in the morning, he was awake and out of bed and you were back to hugging his pillow to make up for his absence.

Charles had woken up later than usual today due to how late he stayed up last night, but as soon as he was awake, he put on some sweatpants and headed right for the kitchen, pulling an apron over his bare chest before starting to dig through the cabinets, pulling out all the ingredients and utensils he needed until he was left with a pile of stuff on the counter. His eyes were still scanning the things he prepared as he grabbed his phone and rung up his mom for help.

“Maman, j’ai besoin que tu me donne la recette la plus facile que tu sais pour faire un gâteau.” Mom, i need you to give me the easiest cake recipe you know. He rushed over the phone and when his mom started telling him what to do, he put her on speaker and started following the directions silently, only interrupting the flow with small remarks such as “Attend, y a des coquilles d’œufs dans le bol.” Wait, there’s eggshells in the bowl.

Charles, for once, was more than meticulous with absolutely everything. He had triple checked the amount and the label of each ingredient he added before mixing with extra caution to make sure he wouldn’t be making a mess. By the end of the preparations, he was so sure this cake would turn out just like his mother’s, delicious and homey, made with so much love and that alone left him beaming as, in his mind, he imagined your reaction to him waking you up to something he made you himself.

Once he poured the batter into the cake mold and put it in the oven, he said goodbye to his mother and went to check on you.

Like always, he was grinning like an idiot as soon as his eyes met the sight of the one he loves so dearly. He stilled in his spot and leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed in front of his chest while he silently watched you sleep, your bare back and your messy hair being the only two clear parts of you that were showing. Still, that was enough to leave him with thoughts of his love for you and for the simple thought that you were his girl, that he was the one you loved.

Charles, in opposite to all other mornings, was being extra cautious not to wake you up just yet. That would ruin his plan, what would subsequently put him in a bad mood since he’s been planning this for weeks, the only thought in his head while doing so being the smile you’d give him when he woke you up with another surprise, this time one that’s just yours and his to see and remember. Days ago, he snuck out while you were busy and bought you the gift he would be giving you today.

Sighing contently, he closed the bedroom door again and headed for the living room where he sat down for a total of about 10 minutes since he was unable to stop checking on the cake, anxiously waiting to decorate it with the candles he had secretly bought and hid in the highest cupboard, the only one you couldn’t reach. However, he eventually got carried away when he had to take a call related to the mechanics of this season’s car. The issue was that the car was doing everything but functioning according to calculations and so the call went on for longer than he was expecting and he was getting worked up over the conversation, what bugged him even more because he was supposed to be in a good mood today.

“Mi dispiace, devo andare. Forse ne parleremo di nuovo domani?” I’m sorry, i have to go. We’ll talk about this again tomorrow maybe? He ended the conversation and rushed to the oven, already cursing since the smell invading the kitchen wasn’t quite right.

With oven mitts ready, he opened the door and a whiff of smoke burst out.

It was bad.

His eyes narrowed to protect themselves from the heat and smoke as he grabbed the cake pan and brought it out onto the nearby counter.

Immediately, his shoulders dropped and his heart sank at the sight.

The cake looked burnt to a crisp, dark as coal. It looked so bad, he had to bite his lip and look away so he wouldn’t break out in a stream of cuss words.

What was he supposed to do now? He wanted this special moment with you so badly, it was making him feel helpless that he wouldn’t get to surprise you like he had been planning.

He angrily turned off the oven and closed its door back up.

His mind was racing and he was indescribably angry now as he paced back and forth, wishing he had some sort of a back up plan, but he didn’t because he really thought this was foolproof, and it would’ve been if it wasn’t for that damn call.

Charles felt hopeless now. This was supposed to be your own little private celebration of your birthday after a very public party yesterday, something to remember years down the line when you’re all grown, most probably married, after you’ve had kids that would steal most of your privacy, leaving you to reminisce on moments of recklessness and affection that you shared unbothered during your dating days, these current days. This morning was supposed to be special.

“Bordel de merde.” Fucking shit. He cursed, tossing away the mitts still in his fist before storming out of the kitchen onto the balcony, trying to escape the awful burning smell filling the apartment.

The road below was busy and loud. Thankful for the distraction, Charles watched while still trying to figure something out, his eyes following a pedestrian running along the sidewalk until a store down the street caught his attention, making an idea spark in his head.

Within a minute, he was dressed and out of the apartment, practically hurling down the sidewalk until he burst through the door of the shop, a patisserie.

“S’il vous plaît, dites moi que vous avez un gâteau que je peux acheter immédiatement.” Please, tell me you have a cake i can buy immediately. He blurted with no greeting, taking the two workers who instantly recognized him by surprise. They stood there dumbfounded and staring at him like he was a ghost until one of them snapped out of it and went up to help him.

Luckily, there was a few plain white cake that they make for last-minute orders, so they wrote on it what Charles had asked them to and just like that, he was hurrying back home with relief, the smile having returned to his face.

He wanted for this to seem more laid back so he changed back into his sweatpants, deciding that there was no need for a shirt, then he opened just about every window in the house to let out the awful smell and he cleaned up the kitchen before taking a look around to made sure everything was spotless. Once he was satisfied, he got the cake out of the box, reached for the hidden candles and meticulously placed on in it, grabbed the small bag that had your final gift from it’s hiding place and he made his way to the bed.

He rested the objects in his hands on the nightstand and he climbed in next to you, burying his face in your neck, sealing a quick kiss against the soft skin there.

“Bébé…” he started softly, his hand moving your hair away and massaging your shoulders as he moved around to kiss your cheek, his soft trail of cautious kissed trailing towards your exposed back.

Even in your sleep, a shiver ran down your spine when his lip met the spot between your shoulders and without even knowing it, your head tilted to the side to give him more room to kiss your neck.

Charles knew you like he knew the back of his own hand. You absolutely melted the second he would start kissing your jawline and you neck. It was by far your favorite place to be kissed and he always acknowledged that, always payed extra attention to the supple skin under all circumstances. No matter the situation, he loved your reactions to his soft kisses.

Like always, he awaited the response and watched your body respond to him with a small lazy smile on his face. His hands moved down your sides, down to your waist until he was able to pull you to him while you groaned at him, taking the covers with you before accepting your fate and snuggling up against him.

You leg hiked up until it was resting on his waist, locking him in beside you for the moment as you reveled in the feeling on his fingers tracing down your spine and his breath fanning on your forehead.

He know you wouldn’t complain about the time he was waking you up at today, but he also knew it wouldn’t be any easier to wake you up. Your hatred for waking up was a staple of your personality and so, over the time, he came to the conclusion that the slower and the softer he woke you up, the better your mood would be, so he planned to let you take your time today.

Your thumb moving on his waist where your arm was resting was enough of a sign to him that it would be minutes before you would flutter your eyes open and blink up at him lovingly like always.

His arm remained around your body while he folded the other under his head, giving himself just enough leverage to be able to quietly gaze at you.

He had an amazing ability to catch the hints you throw and to pick up your cues with perfect accuracy, enough accuracy to know his cue when it came, so for now, he just littered kisses anywhere he could reach, the top of your head and cheeks mostly, making you smile as you slowly took awareness of the room, the surrounding sounds and the texture of Charles’ sweatpants against your bare legs.

Judging by the smile slipping your sleep, today might actually be one of the rare good mornings that you actually enjoy and Charles was ecstatic. All he wanted was for you to be happy and comfortable. That was the case for every second of his being, for every day of his life since he first laid eyes on you, so one can only imagine the amount of joy he wished for you on the morning after your birthday. He felt something foreign to him every time he spent a special occasion by your side, something bigger than him and beyond his understanding, like he would literally offer you his world and all of the stars just as soon as he finds a way to wrap them up into a present decorated just as beautifully as you were.

There was a breeze traveling through the apartment, tickling your skin in its passing, giving you goosebumps that got you pulling the covers up to fully cover your body, frowning and pouting as you did so, successfully pulling Charles’ heart into a spontaneous dance that oftentimes took him by utter surprise. Loving you was so special, so rejuvenating that Charles knew he would never get used to it; it would always feel new and fulfilling.

He couldn’t resist it. He leaned over, kissed your lips lightly and pulled away smiling, the thoughts in his head still intoxicating him, but he was surprisingly met with an objection in the form of your arms wrapping around his neck, bringing him back in for another kiss with your eyes still shut.

His hand rested on the side of your neck as he kissed you, this thumb moving so delicately along the skin while you scooted closer and closer to him, never giving up a chance to be in his arms. For a minute, thoughts of cakes and gifts got lost between your lips and his and the way they moved in synchrony against each other, as if all along, they were meant to find each other in the deepest and darkest depths of life, like you and Charles were always meant to find each other, and so he kissed you.

He kissed you with everything in him, with every ounce of love he’s ever felt in his life, all while under the charming casted spell of your hand on the side of his neck, comforting every bad thought that had ever troubled him.

He didn’t have it in him to pull away, so he kissed you until you broke away and looked up at him with sleepy, but shining and glimmering eyes, ones so full of love, it made him blush ever so shyly as a wide smile creeped up on his face, lighting up his features and prompting him to wrap you in a tight hug while you giggled against his chest, a smile on your face – a rare sighting at such a time.

That’s when he snapped out of it, right as you whispered a hoarse but soft “Bonjour” to him.

His body was still shielding the sight of the cake and gift away from you and for that he was thankful. He didn’t want the surprise getting spoilt.

He straightened up just as you lifted yourself off him, still using the fluffy duvet to cover yourself up as you stretched your arms in front of you, you eyes tight-shut as you yawned one last time and turned sideways to face him.

Charles was quick and opportunistic. Within those few seconds, he had grabbed the cake and held it up in front of you. He was just lighting the last candle as you turned to face him, your brows instantly raising as a big smile appeared on your face.

“You did not.” You sighed, the feeling in your chest indescribable.

“Tu mérites le monde. Ça, c’est rien.” You deserve the world. This, it’s nothing. He grinned, bringing the cake closer to you, but you couldn’t even shift your gaze away from him at that moment.

Your eyes locked with his happy ones, the color of them seeming way lighter as he looked at you for a second too long, making you chuckle and look down as your cheeks heated up. He couldn’t help it though. The way you looked at him always captivated him, the thought that someone could love him that much, as much as your looks were telling him that you do, giving him an urge to drop everything and run away with you.

“Come on, bébé. Make a wish.”

You looked back up at him and shut your lids, the one wish you could think of after such an amazing birthday being plainly obvious. You repeated it three times in your heart, hoping and praying that it would come true before you blew the candles and opened your eyes to the sight of Charles swiping his finger across the lettering – “Joyeux Anniversaire, mon cœur” Happy birthday, my heart – gathering whipping cream before leaning closer and putting it on your nose, making you laugh while he took in just how happy you seemed, just how happy he was and just how adorable you looked.

He wanted to keep this memory. Years down the road, this sight of you would be one of the things he’d want to show your kids.

“Peux-je prendre une photo?” Can i take a picture? He made sure to ask, his eyes sparkling as he smiled.

Laughing, you replied, “Mon cœur, je suis nue.” My heart, i am naked.

You looked down at the covers pulled up to right under your neck.

“I’ll make sure there’s nothing showing. Plus, it’s only for me to see.”

You thought for a mere second then you nodded and gestured for him to hand you the cake. You posed for him, pulling a silly face at first that efficiently showed you your favorite sight in the world, Charles’ dimples as he smiled from behind his phone.

He inspected the photos a few minutes later while you hugged him with a fluttering heart just before he gave you the gift he had prepared then made sure to feed you enough cake for three birthdays.

However, as soon as you were out of the bedroom, a burning smell invaded your senses, making you question Charles about it, prompting him to tell you the story of his burnt cake with embarrassment tinging his tone.

“Aw, baby.” You hooked your arms around his neck and pulled him in, planting a kiss onto his blushed cheek, “I still appreciate that, Charles. You are adorable and you’ve done more than enough for me these two days, bébé.” You reassured, inching you lips closer to his until they met in a passionate, feverish kiss.

It was safe to say that was one of the few mornings you actually loved, if it counts as a morning.

✩★✩

A flight and a bit of a fight:

Just because the location and the bedroom were different didn’t mean the morning dynamics between you and Charles changed, except this time, he had no choice but to wake you up in a hurry, fully knowing he’d have to face a grumpy girlfriend for the first hour of the day.

For the first time in a while, you had taken the decision to accompany Charles to a Grand Prix, packing up and taking off with him mid-week, both of you beaming at the thought of extra time together.

Make no mistake, it had all went amazing but then Monday morning came around and you had to catch the flight back home, at 6:30 in the morning, meaning you’d have to be at the airport even earlier than than.

It was a personalized hell for both you and Charles, you for obvious reasons and him because he’d be on the receiving end of the complaints. There was no way this was gonna end with anything but a fight, but it was the only flight to Nice airport with an opening and you had no other option than to board it.

Charles, tired from the weekend and in need of sleep as well, wasn’t too happy about the timing either, but he pulled himself through it. He got up while it was still dark outside and got everything ready, even preparing the suitcases and carry ons to go, leaving you asleep for as much time as he could, but the clock was ticking closer to the time you’d have to get going and he had to wake you up at that point.

He headed to the kitchenette in the suite beforehand, preparing your coffee for you in your travel cup, hoping that would help his case a bit and when he had no other choice but to go disturb your sleep, he grabbed the cup and very quietly entered the bedroom, drew the blinds and neared the bed, putting the travel mug on the nightstand and crouching down by your side.

“Baby…” He started, hating this already, “You have to wake up.”

No response.

He sighed. “Listen, mon coeur, we can’t do this today.” He brushed back your hair and kissed your cheek, “The flight won’t wait for us.”

No response as well.

“Oh, c’mon. You knew i had to wake you up early today.” He shook you by the shoulder, just enough that you stirred.

He thought that was a good sign, a really good one but then you grabbed the duvet and covered your head with it and he groaned in such annoyance.

He didn’t have the energy for this, not today. He was just as exhausted. He also needed a lot more sleep and his burning eyes were a constant reminder of that.

“Baby,” he practically shouted, “get up. Get up.” Charles repeated, then said your name so many times and he still got nothing.

He called for you again, leaning down above your sleeping figure now, “You have ten minutes to wake up. We can’t be late.” He tried to keep his voice gentle but he was struggling. He was in such a bad mood, it was astounding. He also wasn’t a fan of the time of the flight but what was he supposed to do?

Charles just kept trying and retrying to get you up until his patience had started wearing thin.

He grabbed the blanket and pulled it away from you, grabbed your hand and started tugging on it gently, cooing your name like that’s gonna help.

“Baby, please.” He was practically whining now, shoulders slouched as he struggled to maintain his composure.

“Fuck off.” Charles heard you mumble into the pillow. Usually that would be a sign of progress but today he took it personally for some reason.

“Great. Perfect even. I’ll just leave you here.” He let go off your hand and covered you back up before crossing the room and leaving it, heading into the main chamber of the suite.

“Je vais me perdre la tête dans cinq minutes.” I’m gonna lose it in five minutes. He was mumbling to himself as he paced back and forth, aware he couldn’t just leave you here. He wouldn’t do that, he loved you too much to be that cruel with you, so he found himself huffing and stumbling back into the room, preparing himself for another round of frustration, the time passing making his anxiety rise as it did.

Much to his surprise though, he walked in and was greeted with the sight of you sat in bed with a blank expression on your face, but hey! Your eyes were opened at least!

“Bonjour, bébé.” He said, his tone still tinged with the annoyance he had been feeling. He still attempted a smile nonetheless, but he was slightly scared of your expression.

“Fuck off, Leclerc.” You replied, gesturing for him to get out.

“Oh, ne fais pas ça!” Oh, don’t do this! He groaned and came closer, “Tu savais qu’on doit se lever tôt aujourd’hui, pour qu’on prenne le vol.” You knew that we’d have to wake up early today, to catch the flight. Charles attempted to remind you, now kneeling one knee on the mattress.

“Get out, i don’t wanna fight. And stop it with the baguettes again.” You curtly replied, not giving a single flying damn about logical reasoning for the time being.

“Baby, don’t be like this.” Charles pleaded.

“Charles, please. You act like you’re still getting to know me. Get out so i can get ready. Us talking means us fighting right now.” You stormed off the bed, “I’m up now, you can fuck off for a few minutes.”

The sentence ended with you disappearing into the adjoined bathroom, aggressively locking it behind you, leaving Charles to roll his eyes all alone by the bed while you repeatedly splashed cold water on your face. Yeah, Charles might be right, but it was too early for you to comprehend it all the same.

All the final preparations for the flight home were done in utter and tense silence, from getting dressed to organizing the carry ons and how you were gonna fit everything into them, dividing all the remaining possessions you had between your backpack and Charles. The communication in that concern was done through death glares and tossing things at each other from across the room.

“On a tout. Allons y.” We have everything. Let’s go. Charles said half an hour later, signaling you should get going now.

Coffee then flashed in your mind, the thought of going without it being torture. You can still make one in your travel mug before leaving, you figured so you left Charles tapping his foot on the floor by the door and disappeared back into the suite to get your caffeine dosage ready. Only then, you realized you had no idea where your travel mug was and you had no recollection of putting it away. Charles must’ve done that.

You sighed in frustration and called his name. Seconds later, he was by your side.

“My travel cup…” you mumbled, your voice still hoarse.

Smiling slightly, Charles stopped your search through the hotel cupboards, “Viens.” Follow me. He grabbed your hand and dragged you back to the entrance where the table by the door had your cup, your phone and your headphones.

“I made you your coffee, ‘cause i knew you were gonna be in a bad mood.”

With a snap of a finger, you started feeling guilty about how rude to him you were being when he was being this thoughtful. After all, he was just making sure you wouldn’t miss the only flight home available.

“C’mon.” He handed you your things and took care of the backpacks and suitcases himself before he opened the door and gestured for you to walk out in front of him.

You gulped as you took in his soft expression, the smile on his face being your enemy for once because it made you feel astronomically bad.

“Merci.” You murmured, cheeks heating up as you walked past him, giving the quickest and shiest of kisses on the cheek, making him grin and shake his head.

On the plane later, when he pulled your legs onto his lap, his thumb caressing your ankle as he assured you that you can go back to sleep, you slipped out the apology you felt like you owed him.

“I’m sorry…about earlier.” You said, looking down at your lap.

“T’inquiète pas.” Don’t worry. Charles reassured with a loving smile that slowly evolved into a chuckle, “I know you by now, i don’t take your morning insults seriously anymore. Ma princesse déteste les matins, je l’ai compris. T’en fais pas.” My princess hates mornings, i got it. Don’t worry. He said as a joke, one that was true to both your knowledges. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead as you blushed further.

“Je t’aime.” I love you. You mumbled to him in reassurance and reaffirmation before you gave him a brief kiss on the lips.

“I know, don’t worry. I love you too.” He pulled you to him, his arms around you as he hugged you back to sleep.

✰★✰

A heart attack and you’ll be the death of me:

Charles was so sure he had it covered.

As he tiptoed around the room in the faint dawn light, he was so sure he could go about his morning without disturbing you.

He woke up early as usual, at 5:30 sharp.

Strike one was his alarm waking you up, what earned him a quick death glare from you while you were mostly asleep, just peaking out from under the covers to give him that murderous morning look of yours while he fumbled around to get to his phone and silence it.

He smiled at you then; more like grimaced actually, then he slid out of bed and went straight into the bathroom, where he took a quick cold shower because “he’s a psychopath like that” as you described him. He just found it energizing on mornings where he had no motivation but a ton of things and trainings to accomplish throughout the day.

Dripping in water, he patted back into the room barefoot with a towel wrapped around his waist, whistling a tune stuck in his head, then stopping himself from doing that once his eyes met the sight of your sleeping figure, only for the messy symphony to resume mindlessly in a minute.

Part of your bedroom floor was hardwood while the remaining parts were porcelain, incredibly shiny porcelain that was a true hazard when wet, or when the person walking on it had bare feet and was leaving a trail of water behind him, but Charles never learned that. Charles himself was in fact the hazard at that point.

He continued the trajectory towards the wardrobe and drawers that had his clothes, in other words, the slippery part of the room, barefoot and leaving a trail of water to mark his trajectory, and the minute his foot met the shiny flooring, he was struggling to steady himself. In his own vocabulary, he had no grip. Softs in the pouring rain type of catastrophe.

Strike two was him using the duvet covering you for leverage.

His foot inevitably slipped and glided along the shiny flooring and down went Charles, grabbing onto the duvet covering you as if it was a solid that would sustain his weight while he collapsed, yanking it off the bed as he did.

He landed on the floor with a thud and widened eyes and the sheets fell on top of him.

Sleep wasn’t your main concern then, not when you bolted awake to find your boyfriend, in all his might, on the floor whining in pain.

Your heart skipped a beat as worry took over you, effectively waking you up within seconds.

“Fuck, are you okay? What happened?” You jumped up to him, crouching down by his side, your hand grabbing his as you attempted to help him up. Instead, he was dragging you down with him until he utilized his own strength to help you lift him off the floor. You tried hard no ignore the way he was still fumbling to keep himself covered as you helped him up, you tried really hard because if you didn’t you’d end up laughing and feeling bad later.

“Are you okay?” You asked worriedly as you sat him on the bed, visually inspecting his body for any bruises or injuries while your heart beat out of control.

“I’m okay.” He answered, rubbing over his back and wincing then adjusting his towel as if he just realized that he severely lacked of clothing.

“You’re sure?” You asked again and he nodded.

“How many times have a told you not to walk barefoot over here after showers, Charles?! You fucking scared me, you idiot.” The anger set in as the worry faded.

Time and time again, he almost slipped because of this, only this time he made actual contact with the floor instead of grabbing onto a dresser or something nearby. Time and time again, you’ve told him to watch out but here he was, frolicking around the bedroom with this wet feet with no cares in the world, not even for his safety.

“Okay, maman.” He got up and kissed you with a bit of an eye-roll, “You go back to sleep and i’ll get going in a bit.” He grinned.

“I will go back to sleep. Are you sure you’re okay, though?”

Smiling at the care peaking through your anger, he reassured you again.

“I’m sure, don’t worry.”

You took a once-over at him, scanning every part of him to make sure all was actually well, your breathing just starting to go back to normal as you did so, but worry still riddling your thoughts.

It wasn’t easy to wake up to the person you love collapsed on the floor. He scared you – for him- beyond words.

“Baby, i’m okay. I swear.” He chuckled and pulled you for a quick hug, interrupting your examination.

“Okay…” you yawned and made you way back to the bed, “If you feel anything wrong during the day, tell me so I can go with you to the doctor.” You mumbled to him just as you pulled the duvet back onto the bed, covering yourself up completely with it.

“I don’t think I will need that, but okay, mon coeur..”

You hummed back at him and he went back to getting dressed, wearing socks – Ferrari socks, and slippers this time.

His usual gym attire is what he went with, pulling on some shorts and a Puma shirt and trainers. He grabbed everything he needed out of the room so he wouldn’t have to disturb you again – phone, headphones, car keys, gym bag… - and he headed out into the kitchen to prepare himself a quick breakfast.

Charles stood in front of the fully stocked fridge, his hand on his waist as he scanned his options, a slight pain in his lower back distracting him.

The scene of the fall started playing in his mind and he couldn’t help laughing as he imagined how he must’ve looked like, loosing control over his steps and tumbling down the way he did.

Shaking his head with a smile on his face, he grabbed eggs out of the fridge, olive oil from the counter, salt and pepper from the drawer and a pan from the lower cabinet before he started the stove to make himself some scrambled eggs.

He couldn’t recall the first time he made eggs alone. In fact, he wasn’t quite sure where he learned how to make them since he had no recollection of anyone giving him a rundown on how it’s done, so how did he know how to scramble eggs?

What if he didn’t know and he just never messed up badly enough before? That is what he convinced himself of.

He never thought of the amount of oil he should use while making this. He never noticed how much time he let the oil heat up, nor how much it took for the eggs to cook. He never measured how much salt and pepper he seasoned them with.

Charles frowned as he watched the oil pour into the pan. How did that come naturally to him? Why did it come naturally if he was never taught how to do this?

The fall must’ve had some effect on him, he thought. There was no other explanation for these thoughts in his opinion.

With a quick shake of his head to come back to reality, he pushed those thoughts aside and figured he’d better focus on the task on hand.

He followed the stream of oil pouring out of the bottle in his hand and looked down to find the pan half full of oil.

Now, he wasn’t precise about the amount but he know for sure that this was way too much.

“Merde.” Shit. He sighed, his hands already working the stopper off the bottle of oil so he can pour the excess back in. He wasn’t thinking of the fact that this was probably gonna end up in a slippery mess. It did.

The stopper slipped out if his grip and flew across the kitchen. Half the unwanted oil ended up on the counter, dripping down onto the cabinets and onto the floor as he stood and watched, dumbfounded and annoyed.

“Tu me blague ou quoi?” Are you kidding me? He groaned in frustration, stomping over to the table in the corner to grab tissues to attempt cleaning this mess.

Charles distributed paper towels over the oil and left them to soak up the liquid while he went back to preparing breakfast, figuring he’ll just clean afterwards when he washes whatever dishes he ends up using. They’re not gonna run away, now are they?

He clicked the stove to life and watched the blue flames hide beneath the seriously well oiled pan.

Soon enough, the oil was making sizzling sounds and he started contemplating whether he should add the eggs now, not understanding why this felt so complicated today. Nonetheless, he grabbed the eggs and starting shifting his attention between them and the bubbling oil.

He scratched his head in contemplation as his eyes remained fixed on the stove, his arm supporting his slouching posture against the counter right by him, right where his mess resided. It seemed like he was waiting for some cue to tell him when he should do what, and so he went back to contemplating if he even knew how to do this.

It seemed like he took to much time to consider this and before he knew it, right before his widening, panicking eyes, a catastrophe ensued.

He didn’t know what to do and for a second all the years of reaction time training were all down the drain.

Charles stood still with wide frightened eyes that served as an artist’s palette on which the blue-green and the alarming orange started mixing. Alarms bells were ringing in his mind but he still stood motionless.

Charles watched as a huge flame erupted from the oil in the pan, casting a vibrant orange glow all over the kitchen, its warmth so close to his face making him quickly step back. He was repeatedly cursing under his breath as he tried figuring out what he was supposed to do. Every curse word in every language he knew took a turn and got used again and again and again until he started fumbling around the kitchen for a solution, just hoping and praying he wasn’t gonna burn the apartment down on a lovely Tuesday morning.

Luckily, Charles was just far enough to be unharmed but as the fire erupted, crackles escaped it and landed all over the kitchen, marking random objects with its signature.

In his panicked state, Charles didn’t have any recollection of oil-soaked paper towels that would be a huge fire hazard, especially when an open flame was raging mere inches away from them. He was too busy trying to get to the small emergency fire extinguisher he knew he had somewhere in the kitchen.

His hand was still trailing along the counter as he searched with fear through the lower cabinets and drawers for the red bottle. He kept searching as the fire spread on and as the tissues started burning as well and before he knew it, his hand on the edge of the countertop was feeling exceptionally warm.

He looked up quickly, but he wasn’t quick enough. The flames were spreading all over the marbly surface, dangerous close to him, right by his arms.

Quickly, he pulled back his hand but it was a second too late. He had burnt his hand and forearm and without him knowing it, a scream of pain left him mouth.

In the bedroom, you were still soundly asleep, not aware of the catastrophe your boyfriend was causing just in the room near where you were, unaware that he was at risk and that the whole apartment was at risk.

Under a thick layer of blankets, you were asleep like a baby, until you heard an alarmed scream and the clatter of metal, but the sound that made your heart drop wasn’t that. It was the distinct sound of a fire, a crackling that was faint but alarming enough that it was all you heard as you stumbled out of bed and out of the room, tripping over your feet, the few seconds it would take you to reach the origin of the sounds feeling like a damn eternity.

“Charles!” You called, a smell of smoke meeting your nose just as your eyes caught glimpse of how golden the light in the kitchen was, an orange light of a fire.

Your eyes widened and you mindlessly ran up to the door, slightly scared of what you might see once the space was in your line of sight.

You were just hoping and praying Charles was okay. Everything else could be managed.

“Charles”, you called for him again before you took a deep breath and ran into the kitchen. It felt like you blood was draining when you eyes caught sight of your boyfriend hunched down in front of the lower cabinets, the fire maybe a meter away from his hair as he nervously dug through the shelves, waving his left arm furiously through the air.

“Charles, what happened?” You ran up to him, pulling him farther from the flames.

His eyes, panicked as you’ve ever seen them, were still searching throughout the kitchen for a glimpse of red.

“Where’s the fire thing?” He practically shouted, asking about the extinguisher as he went on with his search.

With no further words spoken and both your hearts beating a million times per minute, you immediately went back to resolving things. Luckily, you knew the fire extinguisher was in the cabinet by the kitchen balcony door so you grabbed it and got to work, ending the fire just as the the oil-streaked cupboard door was starting to catch sparks.

Charles was panting and feeling lightheaded, the pain from the burn starting to make itself known, so as soon as he saw you had it covered, he allowed himself to fall onto the floor, dropping his back against the wall as he attempted to catch his breath.

Once you were sure the flame was put out for good, you dropped everything and allowed yourself to take a deep breath before the worry replaced the adrenaline high. You rushed to Charles’ side, hoping he hadn’t hurt himself.

He looked up at you as you crouched down in front of his, worried sick, the look in his face being one of pure fear.

“You’re okay?” You asked, exhilarated.

“I’m sorry, i’m so sorry. I don’t know how-“ he gasped for air, “-it happened.”

“Mon coeur, arrête. Show me your hand, I think you burnt it.”

Shakily, he lifted his arm into your line of sight and you had to wince at the sight.

“Oh, baby.” You started getting up, “I doesn’t look to good, Charles. I think you should get it checked out. Does it hurts?”

“Starting to…” he sounded out of breath.

“C’mon. Je t’amène à l’hôpital. You can get it treated in the ER.” I’ll take you to the hospital.

You knew he was in pain because he didn’t object like usual. He just nodded.

Fifteen minutes later, Charles was sat waiting for his turn, which they assured would be soon, and you were sat next to him, trying to distract him from whatever pain he might be feeling.

“Tu peux appeler maman? Dis lui de venir ici?” Can you call mon? Tell here to come here? He said after going silent for a few seconds, wincing as he did so.

You looked at him, wishing you could ease his pain immediately, “Oui, ne t’inquiètes pas.” Yes, don’t worry. You gave him a small smile that he tried weakly to return, “Et Andrea? Tu peux lui dire ce qui s’est passé? He’s probably waiting for me still.” And Andrea? Can you tell him what happened?

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of everything.”

You got up and made the calls, struggling to find a way to tell Pascale and Andrea what happened without scaring them to death, and you managed, all while keeping an eye on your boyfriend, watching him take deep breaths. Just as you put your phone away, he got called into the ER and before he went in, he gestured for you to come along, using his good hand to do do, waiting until you joined his side and intertwined your fingers with his to follow the nurse.

Around noon, after Charles had been given painkillers and had gotten his arm and hand wrapped in gauze, you sat with him in your bedroom, the door to the kitchen closed to hide the mess neither of you wanted to acknowledge just yet.

A movie was playing on the screen of your laptop sat on top of your legs while Charles rested his head on your shoulder.

Neither of you were speaking or saying anything, the chaos from earlier being enough noise for a good while.

“Sorry I woke you up so early.” Charles whispered to you.

“Charles, shut up. Imagine me caring about sleep in this situation.” You softly kissed his forehead, “You could’ve gotten yourself killed.” You practically whispered, genuinely overwhelmed by the thought.

He sighed heavily and snuggled his face into your neck, “Je sais vraiment pas qu’est-ce qui s’est passé.” I really don’t know what happened.

“We all have bad days, this one was just extra bad. I’m just glad you’re safe.” You tried reassuring, moving around so you were hugging him, keeping his injured limb in mind.

Charles, feeling down and upset, stayed silent and snuggled up to you, “My superwoman…” He softly and innocently kissed your jaw, “Tu nous a sauvé, toi. Je n’avais aucune idée c’était où l’extincteur.” You saved us. I had no idea where the extinguisher was.

You smiled softly and trailed your hand through his hair, “I was so scared for you, mon coeur. You gave me a heart attack today- twice.” You chuckled, threading your fingers gently through his hair, pushing it back from his forehead and giving him a small kiss there, “You’ll most definitely be the death of me, Leclerc.”

Charles giggled just a bit before mumbling a small “Désolé” sorry against your skin and falling into comfortable silence.

“Two weeks without racing though…” You thought out loud a minute later and felt him let out a whine of annoyance against your neck, the sound slowly turning into the softest of laughs ever, his chest shaking against yours.

Obviously, this situation wasn’t pleasant and this morning would for sure be a bad memory, but he was okay and that was all you could ask for after such a scare.

a/n: manifesting and praying that last situation never happens to him

[ghostybaby000]

Comfortable?

Pairing: Simon Ghost Riley x reader

Word count: 830

Warnings: 18+, fighting, cursing, alcohol, general violence, symptoms of panic

Tag List: @yyiikes @talooolaaloolla @strawberrygateau @cumsluut @sofiacoppolaslut @blackbeautyiloveyouso @casalucard

You’re at home, putting away the groceries when the door opens, he’s home. 

You had been waiting for him all day, waiting to feel his embrace and his warmth again. You wanted more though, you were lusting for him and it had only gotten stronger as the hours ticked by in this lonely house. Throughout the day you tended to the small garden outside and cleaned around the house, but simply couldn’t help but feel excitement in every inch of your body when you hear the door open.   

You close the door to the fridge as you turn around to see him making his way inside. He visibly looked tired, as he did most nights he worked this late. Looking to the clock you see its just about 8 and he’d been gone since before 7 this morning. The bedding was cool where he had left you, no indicator that he had slept there the previous night, you hated waking up alone. You walk over slowly, reaching up on your toes to plan a kiss to his jaw. He wraps his arm around you momentarily before finishing making his way inside and over to the couch to take off his boots. You couldn’t stop yourself from following and planting yourself in front of him, your socks sliding ever so slightly on the floor as you made your way over. 

He pauses just before he gets a lace undone and leans up to see you waiting for him. He rests his arms on his thighs as he looks you over. You move to position yourself just in-between his legs, his hands coming up to rub your legs slowly gliding up and down. You feel his rough hands slide over your skin, he had been working hard all day and deserved to be treated. 

You kneel down to finish untying his boots, taking them off for him one at a time. They were large heavy boots that only made you feel sympathy for him having to wear them for such long unforgiving hours. His posture was slouched as he sat on the couch, he didn’t motion for the T.V. remote or ask what had been made for food, you knew he was exhausted. Standing again, your hands wrap around the backside of his neck, as you rub gently, he leans forward into your touch, you only wanted more. 

There was nothing that compared to seeing his eyes roll back for you, making him feel that way made you feel better than anything money could buy. His head drops in front of you as you continue to rub his neck, a small groan escaping him in pain or pleasure you weren’t sure. You let go as he picks his head back up, stretching his neck from shoulder to shoulder, you would do whatever you could to make him feel relaxed. 

Your hand grazes at his pants, but he doesn’t move. He looks to your hand and back up to you, almost as if he were unfazed. You become slightly disheartened as your hand continues to move up and down the thigh of his pants, you wanted to feel more of him. It felt wrong prodding at him, following him round like a puppy the moment he got in the door, but you simply couldn’t help yourself. 

Slowly your hand travels up his pants, to his ever so slightly prominent bulge. You give a light squeeze, watching his face for any look of approval or asking to continue but were left with his usual half-lidded gaze. Slowly you sink to the floor, your knees making a light thud as they hit the hardwood floor, your eyes not leaving his. 

You begin to undo his pants, when he grabs your hand. It wasn’t a firm grasp but it was serious nonetheless, he doesn’t want to do this. He doesn’t want to and here you are practically clawing at his pants, you should have known, it was selfish to think-

‘Get up.’ Your mind pauses as you look to him, his face is still unchanged as you push yourself up off the floor, once you were up his hand letting go.

You stand there bashfully, a confident red finding its way to your face, you almost want to apologize when he turns to his side. He grabs a pillow from the couch and tosses it where you had been knelt before, between his legs. He adjusts to be seated slightly lower on the couch, better for you both. His eyes meet yours again, you could tell he had a grin on his face by the way his eyes narrowed.

You again slowly sink to the floor, excitement and desire taking over, a wide grin across your face. You finally settle as your hands rest on his now obvious bulge, gliding slowly up and down over his pants, teasing. He lets out a small laugh as he looks upward toward the ceiling, then back down to you.

‘Comfortable?’ 

[moominbuge]

27 Dresses

⋆⭒˚.⋆always the bridesmaid, never the bride...⋆⭒˚.⋆

In which you're a chronic bridesmaid and a lover of weddings, and Ellie is a love-repulsed wedding reporter who works for a newspaper.

a/n- hiii guys i wrote up this first part today, i honestly don't know how long it will take me to write more oops but trust i want to! lowkey my first post on tumblr so if this flops </3 this part is around 700 words and is mainly just intro...actual interaction soon to come! love u mean it

You were running so, so late.

On most days, your agenda was booked and followed down to the very seconds of the day.

7AM- wake up

7:05AM- get in shower

7:20AM- exit shower, brush teeth

7:22AM- get dressed

7:27AM- start coffee maker

7:30AM- drink coffee and try not to regret your decisions thus far

You get the idea.

Today, however, you were running late. Your alarm failed to sound at 7, so you were late to the shower, which made you late to have your coffee, and so on.

On top of that, your heavenly, brown-leather-bound agenda was nowhere to be found. It wasn’t the absolute end of the world, since you basically have your schedule memorized for the next year and a half, but it was like losing your security blanket. You felt exposed. Empty, almost.

After throwing on a somewhat-acceptable outfit for your office assistant job, you swallowed your last sip of coffee before bolting out the wooden door of your apartment and down the street towards the bus stop. If you could run fast enough, you would make it just in time-

The bus closes its doors and departs, with you still standing outside.

Fuck.

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

Ellie woke up on the right side of the bed. Her morning meeting with the editor of her newspaper column was cancelled, allowing her to get an extra 30 minutes of sleep. When she visited her usual coffee shop to get her iced chai, they gave her a croissant on the house. She had not felt this refreshed and energized in years!

And, best of all, she felt the weight of a little leather-bound agenda in her work bag.

The night before, she was attending a friend from college’s wedding. She was surprised when the wedding invite arrived in her mailbox, since she hadn’t spoken to this girl since undergrad, but she RSVP’d nonetheless. What, who was she to turn down an open bar and the opportunity to watch a potential bridezilla/bridesmaid meltdown?

Anyways, she showed up in a nice, collared shirt and some black dress pants that were in the back of her closet. As she sipped on her whiskey and waved at some old friends, she saw something that caught her eye.

Or, rather, someone.

You, in a god-awful bridesmaid dress (seriously, what happened to neutral tones and simple silhouettes? Are bridesmaid dresses that bad to ensure that the bride looks the best?), rushing towards the exit, nearly tripping in your heels. Intrigued, she sets her glass down, and begins to sneak away outside behind you.

 “Ok, here is the deal. I’ll pay you $300 to drive me around all night, but if you peak into the backseat, I’ll drop it by $20-“ she overheard you talking to a taxi driver, reaching down to rip off your heels. The driver nods, begins to speak, but you cut him off- “Nope, I’m not changing that rule. I just need you to take me back and forth between these venues.”

You throw yourself into the backseat when the cabbie nods, and Ellie watches, amused. Who is this girl? Aren’t you the maid of honor?

You, in the backseat of the cab, begin pulling out another brightly-colored dress as the cab peels off. Ellie scoffs as she watches, before heading back inside.

You make your return just in time for your maid of honor speech that follows cocktail hour. Ellie, still stanced near the bar, watches you smooth down your dress and take the mic, gushing about how much you love the bride, how you grew up together, how you were so proud to see the woman she had become…it was so perfect, so textbook. You were either extremely genuine in your praises, or you were an amazing actress.

Following the speech, Ellie eyes you as you once again rush outside, back to the cabbie who was waiting. As you run, however, something falls out of your bag…

Squatting, Ellie grabs it from the ground. A small, yet extensively used planner.

Bingo.

[jeonqkooks]

obs drabble request for when jk and oc ditch class for the day to do something spontaneous 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

our beloved summer; a drabble

"I can't believe I let you talk me into ditching class."

"Y/N, it's an elective class. And you told me you handed in your midterm paper last week. You'll live."

"I would've preferred to maintain a perfect attendance rate!" You roll your eyes, but you still settle down next to him on a bench in the middle of this empty park near the store that Jungkook just dragged you to half an hour ago. It's a beautiful spring day, flowers blossoming all around you, painting everything in vibrant colors, eclipsing the residual melancholy of winter. Part of you is glad that you let him kidnap you from class; you prefer this to being stuck indoors for most of the afternoon anyway. "Whatever. Take your photo."

Your boyfriend grins brightly like a child in a candy store, admiring the ring on your finger before he kisses your hand. The fleeting feeling of his lips on your skin makes you soften, eases the harmless furrow between your brows that never held much annoyance in the first place.

The thick clay ring on your finger is heavy and uncomfortable, but you have to admit it's cute. Silly and might be more appropriate for a 7-year-old child, but it's cute. It's adorned with SpongeBob's face, two buck teeth and giant doe eyes and all. You would've loved shit like this when you were a kid.

He's wearing a matching one on his finger too, though his is pink instead of yellow, Patrick Star instead of SpongeBob SquarePants.

Jungkook holds his polaroid camera with one arm outstretched, while his free hand raises to fit into the photo, showcasing his ring for the shot. You scooch closer to him, mimicking his pose to display your yellow accessory. It takes him to a brief moment to adjust the angle, and before he snaps the photo, you press your lips to his cheek. You feel his bunny grin widen, and for a second you worry that the brilliance of it might just blind the camera.

The photo comes out a bit blurry, a bit out of focus, though it still managed to capture your happy faces and the rings, the carefree crinkle of his eyes and the pink tint on his cheeks. You know instantly that this is one of your favorite photos that you two will ever take.

"Okay, so what are we doing now?" you ask, watching him tuck the polaroid safely into his wallet.

"I don't know. What do you wanna do?"

"What do you mean you don't know? You abducted me."

He shrugs casually. "We could just sit here then. Enjoy the sun."

"You abducted me just to sit around?"

"Stop saying I abducted you. I'm your boyfriend."

You make a face, as if to try to weasel the last word in and argue that yes, Jungkook did abduct you today. Yes, he's also your boyfriend. Both of these things can be true.

Nonetheless, you still let your head rest upon his shoulder, still let his arm wound around your frame to hold you closer. You don't remember the last time you allowed yourself to be in the sun and enjoy a nice day out without worrying about getting ahead of schoolwork or internships. It's nice, like time has stopped for a while just for you to relish the feeling of warm sunshine on your skin.

"I get sleepy if I stay in the sun for too long," you say, already sensing it creeping up from behind your eyelids.

"Then sleep. Just do nothing for the rest of the day," he murmurs, angling his face to the right so he can press a kiss against your forehead. "I know you barely slept last night."

You didn't tell him that you did, in fact, stay up until 5:30AM, hunched over your notebook, trying to finish a piece that you wanted to submit for an internship application. The only person you did tell was Taehyung, when you texted him in the middle of the night with a bunch of keyboard smashes to complain about how tired you were.

You call his name softly, as gentle as the cherry blossom petal that sways in front of you before it falls to the ground. "Did you get me to skip class just so I would take a nap?"

Jungkook's reply is immediate, a half-steady No, but you know he's lying. He has a tell when he lies, one that makes the end of his sentences come out with a tiny lilt, makes his voice go just a note higher.

Looking down at your hands resting next to each other, you keep your lips pursed as your chest tightens. He'd convinced you to miss class because he knew you wouldn't do it on your own accord just to stay home and catch up on sleep. The rings catch on some light, the pit of your stomach catches on some butterflies. Jungkook is warmer than spring itself.

You intertwine your fingers and close your eyes, mostly because you feel them start to burn and you'd rather not dwell on that thought right now. You'd rather focus on the weight of the ring on your finger and how comforting your hand feels in his, how his thumb rubs over your skin back and forth like he always does.

The thought that Jungkook cares about you enough to make up a dumb excuse just so you would care about yourself more - you'll have to shelve it away for later, to mull over when you're alone.

"Love you," you say quietly, squeezing his hand once.

More petals fall. Another kiss pressed against your forehead. "I love you too."

[brooooswriting]

Writer's block :( Noooo

I hope following prompts help

" why wouldn't i save you? "

“ why is it so difficult for you to believe that you deserve to be protected? “

" i'm on my way. "

" get out of here! now! "

" it's all over now. don't panic. it's not my blood. "

with Tara (I don't quite remember if you write for her if you don't pick another <Jenna's preferably>character idm ;))

Now you don't have to use them all I just put them there so you can have options. Use as many as you want

I hope writers block goes away :)

And don't push yourself <3

Protective

Jenna Ortega x reader

Slight Scream 6 spoilers

A/N: I feel like this is a mess but have fun reading it Ig🫡

‘How the fuck did I get into this?’ Was a common question in your head at the moment as you were being chased by some psychopath with ghost face mask.

You were friends with Anika, have been for a while, and at the same time you were her tutor. You were two semesters above her and started tutoring to earn money, the girl who has seen you around every now and then was your third student. Somehow, along the line you guessed, it became some kind of friendship, which then pulled you into her friend group. Often you’d sit in her dorm and explain stuff when the whole group let themselves inside, talking loudly while you tried to keep her focused.

And while Anika was focused on anything but you, a certain brunette was focused on nothing but you. She stared at you the whole time, every time but when you tried to talk to her she acted cold. It was confusing and it makes the situation you were in right now even more confusing.

But, at some point you finally got her to talk to you, and she even asked you for help for her math class. It went great, she was extremely nice and friendly and you started to fall for the girl. It felt like she also fell for you as she’d always be with you. People barely saw you alone anymore, if one of you came it was pretty sure that the other one was gonna be there too. You often slept over as you fell asleep cuddling. It was perfect and you were staring to build up the confidence to ask her if she wanted to make whatever you guys had official.

Until she suddenly pulled away, Sam did too. Chad and Mindy were quieter and the only one who was still normal was Anika. You wrecked your brain, trying to figure out what you did, if you hurt Tara in any way or said something wrong, but nothing came to mind. Tara hadn’t talked to you in over 6 days, she ignored your messages and calls and changed her path when she saw you. Anika knew the reason but she didn’t tell you as she said that it was something the girl had to tell you herself.

It was during one of your tutoring sessions when you got a text from Tara asking you to come to their apartment but you agreed nonetheless, saying that you’d arrive in around an hour and a half. After the session you went and changed into some sweatpants before making your way towards the carpenters apartment, sending a quick ‘i’m on my way’ text. You were looking around the city, enjoying the quietness, well as quiet as New York could be, until you suddenly heard something shatter which caused you to flinch. You kept walking towards the sound, discovering that it came from a small store, another sound emerging from the store. A gun shot and a scream, the voice so sweet it could only be from one person, Tara.

You ran towards the store to see some dressed up fucker with a gun, you couldn’t see the brunette but decided that you’d have to act nonetheless. Quickly hiding behind the wall, you started to think of a plan, you knew the gun as it was the same one your grandfather had for when he went hunting, you knew that it was able to fit 7 bullets before you had to reload (I don’t know shit about guns, sorry:0). You had already counted four and two just followed now. You relaxed a bit when no sound followed the shots, it hopefully meant that the bullet didn’t hit anybody.

You looked inside again, finally seeing your crush and her sister as they were crawling on the ground trying to escape. The younger girl tried to shoo you away the moment she saw you but how could you leave when she was in danger?

The moment the 7th shot fell you started sprinting, the four years you played football finally being useful as you tackled the person to the ground. The two of you fell, you on top pushing the gun as far away as you could. You didn’t expect them to pull a knife from somewhere. They slit your arm causing you to fall back, giving them the advantage of being on top, the knife now slicing through the skin on your stomach. Tara’s scream could be heard throughout the entire store causing you to turn your head until you could see her, Sam was holding her back. You could see that she was trying to figure out how she could help you without risking Tara. “Get out of here! now!” You screamed as you were finally able to turn you and the person with the knife again.

Out of the corner of your eye you could see Sam pulling the smaller girl outside, relieve bubbling in your chest. For a small second you forgot what situation you were in. After a bit of wrestling you somehow got ahold of the knife, pushing it into their stomach around two times before you heard a sirens. The psychopath underneath you suddenly threw you off with newfound strength and disappeared, police started swarming inside only to find you with a bit of blood smeared on you.

“Why’d you save me?” Tara asked you as you sat in a cop car on your way to the station, Sam in the front you and Tara in the back. “Why wouldn’t I save you?” You were so confused, the girl grew so much on you that just the thought of her getting hurt broke your heart. “Are you fucking stupid? You put yourself in unbelievable danger, youre crazy, out of your mind” she said with a raised voice, “yeah, I put myself in danger to safe you, I didn’t do it for nothing” you answered trying to keep your cool.

“That’s what I just said! You’re crazy, you were ready to sacrifice yourself for someone like me. Do you know how crazy and stupid that is?” She kept on talking about how stupid you were for doing something like that for someone like her. It went on until you arrived inside the police station where you decided to put an End to it, you had listened to her degrade herself for over 10 minutes now and it was enough.

“Why is it so difficult for you to believe that you deserve to be protected?” You asked her, your voice raised this time. The way she talked about herself made her angry. “Because I don’t” she screamed back as some officer lead you into an interrogation room. “Who made you believe that shit?!” You asked, your voice still loud but this time Tara only looked down. You added a ‘huh?’ to finally make her answer but it only caused Sam to speak up.

“Y/n, I think that’s enough” she tried to keep her calm as she understood both sides and at the moment she was only happy that you were there to save them. “No Sam, I wanna know who made her feel like that so I can kill them for doing that to her” you countered, maybe that wasn’t the smartest thing to say at that moment but you were so full of hate that you didn’t think straight. “I already did” you turned to Tara, your face filled with surprise. “Amber, my ex girlfriend, was the ghost face in the attack that happened last year. She used me and my trust, so she could kill me and Sam. She killed two of my best friends, our sheriff, she nearly killed Chad and Mindy and I shot her when she tried to kill Sam. All these people were in danger because I trusted her! That’s why I don’t deserve to be protected. Everybody who is around me is in danger! You shouldn’t even talk to me but you wouldn’t leave me alone!” Tears fell from her eyes as she explained, Sam was also quietly sniffling behind you.

“You can’t really think that” your voice was the complete opposite of what it had been just a couple of minutes before, it was soft and quiet, soothing. You kneeled in front of her, your hand carefully landing on her knee while the other one reached up to caress her cheek. She melted into your touch causing your heart to skip a beat. “What that girl did to you was terrible and what these people are trying to do to you now is just as terrible. But it’s not your fault, these people are crazy and psychotic, they shouldn’t be living freely. And if you think that I didn’t know who you were is kinda cute, I heard some people talk about it in class, but the thing is, I didn’t care. Because I got to know the real you and whoever says that you and Sam are crazy killers or some shit do not know you. You are amazing Tara and if you ask me, you’re totally worth dying for. I mean it”

Your thumb wiped away her flowing tears before she threw herself at you causing you to crash to the ground. Her arms wrapped around your neck as she sat on your lap with her face buried in your neck. “You knew who I was the whole time and didn’t say anything?” She pulled her head away as she spoke to look at you, “well, I figured the topic would make you uncomfortable, so I didn’t say anything. I guessed that you would talk about it once you’re ready” you told her as your hands stroked her back. She leaned forward and planted a kiss on your lips. “Once this is over, we are going on a date”

“Yes ma’am”

You couldn’t wait for this to be over

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So this kinda sucks but if I try to rewrite it I’ll never finish it and it will just sit in my drafts forever. Sorry

[acciocriativity]

FIRST SNOW - S.M.G. (FROM THE 400 FOLLOWERS EVENT)

(Pictures are not mine, credits for the rightful owners)

Requested by @h3arteyes4mingi <3 I really hope I made him justice in this.

Requests for the event are open! If you enjoyed it, please reblog my work, that way my work will reach more people :3

Ateez Masterlist

It was supposed to be the perfect date, it was all Mingi could think about.

It was on November 3rd at 9 p.m. when Mingi got lost in the middle of the conversation. His focus was on the window. This small get-together on his place was his idea, and he never regretted a moment with all of his friends before.

His plans went out of the window, literally.

“Hey, Mingi-ah!”, Wooyoung shook his shoulder. His confused face was enough for everyone to laugh and let it go as a normal Mingi moment.

But you noticed how his smile didn’t reach his eyes and how even his posture changed all of a sudden.

You two were side by side, but barely touching each other, the only sign of something more between you two was the way his body unconsciously leaned into you, like he was doing it at that moment.

“Are you good, love?”, you whispered to him when the attention was away from him. The boys moved to a much more interesting topic, all the ways Mingi’s been acting weird lately, something both of you ignored.

He nodded, because he was. Truly, he was. If he were to say something, maybe his voice would’ve sound too squeaky and defensive. But he couldn’t hide his disappointment as he noticed the thick snow falling quicker and quicker as time went by.

“It’s snowing!”, San said as he pointed to the window. Now all the attention moved on to that. They all got up to look outside, even though it was a common sight for winter on Korea and they got bored by it fast.

The only special thing about it was the wish couples make and the time they spend together during the first snow of the year, but the 7 of them were painfully single and that thought didn’t even cross their minds.

“Should we have a snow fight?”, Yeosang asked with that excited expression on his face that made everything automatically agree with whatever he wanted.

“That would be so fun, but is there snow enough for it?”, you asked as you glanced back at Mingi. That was right up his alley, actually, it was such a Mingi idea you were surprised he himself didn’t say it first.

You noticed how he played with both his hands for a moment, thinking, probably overthinking whatever there was on his mind.

You took his hands on yours in the most discreet manner you could afford. It was enough for him to get back to the present, right here and right now.

“Do you want to go?”, you whispered.

At this point, half of them were already up getting ready to leave, and the other half were looking for some old boxes, so they could use it to slide down the hills of snow outside.

Turns out, it was snowing for hours now, and they did not notice, which wasn’t surprising. With this group, anything could be entertaining for hours on end.

Mingi noticed all your delicate gestures towards him. You were always like that, attentive and caring, and he was so beyond grateful for that, even though he never really said it out loud. The first snow would be a perfect day to say those things to you.

But he also noticed how excited you actually seemed, he knew it would be a first for you to have a snow fight like this. It wasn’t the date he planned, but it would be a nice moment nonetheless.

So he agreed.

You two could only hear Wooyoung’s laughter and screams coming from all sides, but somehow if felt like there was only you two there.

It was a strategic attack, you even teamed up with Jongho for that, and it worked. You got Mingi screaming and running around trying to take the snow out of the back of his puffer jacket.

It was all fun and games until he came at you for payback. “Whyy meeee? He-he’s literally right there”, you ran for your life trying to get Mingi off your back, while Jongho was sat by the curb watching the whole thing.

You never tried running on a 5-inch snow before, you had no idea how tiring all the effort was and how scared of falling you could get.

The moment you felt one hand on your arm, you gave up and accepted your fate. He caught you. His hands trailed down until he found yours.

You expected vengeance, bloodlust and the ultimate evil, but you got a blinding smile instead. To say you did not know how to react was an understatement.

“I’m sorry, love, forgive me?”, you gave your best attempt at the puppy eyes.

“Oh no, honey, I’m afraid that’s not possible”, he held both your hands with only one of his as he made a giant ball of snow.

Yeah, you were doomed.

A few hours later, the three characters on the Christmas movie were having a snow fight, which made him giggle and gave you chills down your spine.

“You’re evil, Song Mingi”, you said as you brought your legs closer to your body under the cozy blanket.

He giggled even more at that. His hands held yours tight, and you leaned into his chest, the closer, the better.

Everyone went already home. It was getting late and colder by the hour, but you and Mingi refused to go to bed until the tradition was complete. At least 3 Christmas movies were required for you both to watch on the first snow day, whatever day was, if both of you were busy or if somehow you were away from each other, there was a way to make it work.

It wasn’t the perfect date he planned, and he didn’t get to say all of those pretty words to you, but he made a promise to himself along with the one he made with you.

He wouldn’t wait for a perfect day to say his feelings anymore, from now on, whenever he felt like it, he would speak his mind.

“I hope it’s true…”, he whispered, and you were unsure if he was talking to you.

“What?”, you looked up at him, but he refused to meet your eyes.

“That the couples who make a wish on the first snow have it come true, because I want us to stay together forever”, he said it and you could see the redness slowly reaching his cheeks.

“I don’t know about the wish, but I’ll gladly make it work for the rest of my days, what about that?”

Your first snow together, your first snow fight together, and also your first love confession for one another. So what if it wasn’t the date he planned? He couldn’t wish for anything better.

[something-tofightfor]

2023 Summer Kiss Prompt #13: Javier Peña - A Lazy Kiss

An Anon requested giving Javi P some much needed relaxation, and while this isn't entirely a relaxing moment for him ... I think it fits.

Thank you for the request, Anon!

*Not connected to any other Javi I've written. No real rating.

Word Count: 1720

The air was hot and hazy, and Javier had long since discarded the button up he’d put on that morning. 

You watched as he worked in a t-shirt, the man’s bare arms glistening with sweat, a damp stripe down the center of his back and along his spine. It was a sight you were used to thanks to all the time you spent on the ranch - and the time you’d spent with Javi. Much more lately.

Grinning, you turned away from the window and headed for the refrigerator, pulling out a pitcher of sun tea that you’d made the previous day. Trailing your fingers over the cool glass of the container, you peeked into the living room and grinned at the sight of Chucho snoozing in his recliner, head tilted back and mouth hanging open. 

It was rare, but you’d seen Javi the same way before, the man worn out from a long day of working on the property and catching a few minutes of sleep whenever - and wherever - he could. They’re so similar. 

Turning back to the kitchen you carefully opened a cupboard and pulled out two plastic cups, carrying them to the freezer and scooping ice into one of them. You glanced out the window as you poured half of the cubes into the other, Javi still visible, even though he’d moved further away. 

Pouring the tea, you made sure to let two of the lemon slices slip into his cup before you set the pitcher back onto the counter. 

You’d kissed him goodbye that morning just as the sun came up, the man wanting to get an early start on replacing the fence right outside the house. But to you, anything before 7 am was entirely too early to get out of bed - so he’d left you there, tangled in the sheets for a few more hours of sleep on your day off. 

He hadn’t even come in for lunch, and you hoped that meant he’d taken something to eat with him. But he probably didn’t. That made you frown, and before you lifted the iced tea from the counter to head outside, you grabbed a paper towel and one of the muffins you’d made that morning, wrapping it loosely. 

It was hot out - the change in temperature between the air conditioning inside and the late summer air was significant, and you immediately understood why Javi was so sweaty. Not that he’d stop to think about it. He was used to heat and humidity, years spent in Laredo and Colombia making sticky air almost second nature to him, but it was a different story for you. 

Taking a deep breath and wrinkling your nose at how heavy the air was, you cut across the yard and toward Javi, eyeing him with each step. 

He was using a fence post digger, legs spread wide to give himself the best leverage as he thrust it repeatedly into the ground, carving through the hard-packed dirt. You stopped walking, giving yourself a few minutes to appreciate the view - his shoulders rising and falling, the muscles in his back flexing, beads of sweat gathered on the back of his neck. And he was grunting, too, the sound muffled with his back toward you, but you heard it nonetheless. 

“I didn’t know that staying here overnight got me a show, too.” Clearing your throat and raising your voice, you stepped forward again, a grin splitting your lips. “Damn, Javier.” 

With one final grunt, he planted the tool in the ground, turning his head to look at you. “Did you come out here just to give me shit?” You saw the smirk on his lips, one side of his mouth rising briefly. “Or is there a reason you willingly left the air conditioning?”

“I come bearing gifts.” You reached him and then continued walking, placing yourself in front of the man and holding up one hand - the muffin and tea on full display. “Thought you might be thirsty.” 

You couldn’t see his eyes - they were hidden behind the lenses of his aviators, but you did see the man’s lips part in surprise at your revelation. “For me?” He pulled his gloves off one at a time, dropping them to the ground and then wiping his his hands on his jeans before he reached for what you held. 

His fingers brushed yours when he took the cup, raising it to his lips and taking a long drink, head tilted back. You watched his throat work - Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed, and didn’t even try to disguise your hum of approval at the sight. He knows I’m staring anyway. Javi lowered the cup and licked his lips, sighing. “I baked these this morning when I woke up. You had everything I needed, and I figured you and Pop wouldn’t mind.” 

“Blueberry?” You nodded as Javi reached for you again, grabbing the muffin and napkin. “I didn’t eat lunch today. Fuckin’ forgot, and -”

“I figured.” Giving him a smile, you sipped your tea, closing your eyes as the icy liquid traveled down your throat. “You didn’t come in. And unless you grabbed somethin’ on your way out…” You shrugged, taking another drink. “You needed a break. I didn’t want you to keel over out here. I don’t think I’m strong enough to drag you into your truck to get you to the hospital.” 

He laughed at that, the sound startling you somewhat. Javier was getting better at displaying his emotions the longer he was home, but laughter was still not as common as you would have liked it to be. He’ll get there. It’s only been a little while. Chewing and swallowing, he shrugged.  “I remembered water. Drank about a gallon of that already today. And I’d pay good money to see you try and get me into that truck.”

“I’m sure you would.” Glancing over your shoulder, you took a few steps backward and leaned against the old fence, cocking your head to the side. “Truth is, I’d probably just dump a bucket of cold water on you and hope it woke you up enough to get you on your feet.” He snorted, finishing the muffin and washing it down with a large gulp of the tea. 

“That sounds about right.” He swallowed a final time and then tilted the cup back up and toward his lips, sucking an ice cube between them before he tossed the remaining ones to the side and then stuffed the napkin into the empty cup. “Thank you. I needed that.” 

“I know.” He sidled up next to you and set the container down atop a fence post, the man’s skin hot against your bare arm. “How much longer are you going to be out here today?” 

“Couple hours maybe. I’m gonna finish this section. But it’s too damn hot to keep going until sundown.” You nodded in agreement, eyeing the work he’d done - and the neat row of holes waiting for new fence posts. “I’ll finish tomorrow. It’s supposed to rain on Friday, so it has to be done before then.” 

Humming in agreement, you leaned your head against his shoulder and closed your eyes, inhaling. 

He was sweaty, sure, but that was accompanied by other things too - dirt and dust, the faint scent of sun-baked laundry detergent, dry grass that he’d dug up with each use of the digger. It’s got to be so much different for him after so many years with the DEA. “Can I take you out for a real dinner tonight, Peña?” Turning your head further, you kissed his shoulder, the material of his t-shirt warm and damp. “Burger and fries in town? Maybe a milkshake? If you’re going to forget to eat, it’s the least I can do.” 

He didn’t reply right away but when he did, he murmured your name, reaching up and removing his sunglasses to tuck them into the collar of his shirt. “We can go out to dinner.” Javier stepped in front of you, leaning in and using both hands to grip the fence on either side of your body. “But there’s no way in Hell you’re paying.” 

You started to laugh but before the sound even left your lips, he was kissing you, the press of the man’s mouth gentle at first and then more insistent. You let your tea drop to the ground and reached for him, fingers sliding through his damp hair and scratching along his scalp. When Javier deepened the kiss, you gasped at the lingering chill on his tongue from the ice - leaning in even closer in response. 

He was in no hurry to let you go, the man inhaling through his nose in an attempt to prolong the kiss. But you pulled back with a gasp, mouth hanging open in shock as you stared at him. “Thought you had work to finish.” Letting out a shaky breath as you settled your hands on the front of his shoulders, you closed your eyes. “That fence isn’t gonna build itself.” He hummed, leaning back in and trailing his lips over your cheek and then pressing another kiss just in front of your ear. 

“Someone told me I needed a break, so I’m taking one now.” He straightened up, letting go of the fence and reaching up to swipe at the back of his neck, your hands falling away from his body. “Give me another hour or two. I’ll take a shower and then we can go.” 

“Alright.” He backed away and you let yourself stare at him again, a smile curving your lips upward. “But let me know when you’re going in for that shower, and I’ll join you.” 

The surprise on his face was well worth it, his eyebrows shooting up and his mouth falling open at the suggestion - but you saw the gleam in his eyes, the deep brown highlighted by the sunlight, and you grinned, too, as you reached for both cups, stacking them and turning on your heel to head for the house. 

You weren’t surprised when only a few seconds later, you heard his footsteps behind you, followed by the press of his hand to your back. Got you, Peña. You’re predictable but I like it. 

“On second thought, I think I’ve done enough with this fence for the day.” 

— 

[chimivx]

HAVEN. (3) -> Lee Know x Fem!Reader ( she/her pronouns )

summary: Welcome to your future, one you never could have imagined for yourself. Ever. It was only two years ago you and Minho renounced your Haven days, only to get swallowed by diapers and sleepless nights. For once, you think you're finally happy, but nonetheless, he finds you again.

words: 6k

warnings: infidelity themes, babies, no smut (sorry lol), hyunlix, violent themes (one punch is thrown), everyone is just still so toxic will they ever have any peace, if I forgot anything PLEASE LET ME KNOW!

a/n: Edited and Reposted 7/7/24 <3

“Dada! Dada! Dada!” Is screamed from the high chair beside where you sit pulling apart pieces of banana, tossing them onto the tray for the baby to eat.

“Jeonghan! Jeonghan! Jeonghan!” Gets shouted back from the dark haired, sweater wearing figure with his back to you. Glancing over his shoulder, Minho smiled at your son, reassuring him he was still there, he was only cooking at the stove.

The house smelled of a mix of sweet and savory breakfast foods Minho had started preparing after you popped your baby in the bathtub. It was Saturday morning, which meant he had the day off- the entire weekend off, actually- leaving him with forty-eight hours to do his favorite thing. Take care of his little family.

When life shifted for the two of you, Minho wasted no time. In a week you were officially moved into his house with some help from Han and Chan, and for a year and a nine months or so, you’ve been living somewhat peacefully in your unexpected happily ever after.

Finding out you were pregnant didn’t come as much of a shock, if anything it became a nuisance. Almost like a reality check, or some type of wake up call, those two pink lines you discovered in Han’s bathroom put everything into perspective.

For nearly the entirety of the pregnancy, you were riding an unpredictable whirlwind of a rollercoaster. It was truly an unforgiving trip, one you never hoped to experience ever again.

The chubby cheeks and cheesy smile that was being flashed at you this morning made it all worthwhile, however. Bringing your son into this world after debating whether or not you wanted to was the best decision you had ever made for yourself.

“Dada!” Jeonghan shouted once again, with more persistence since Minho was focused on the pans in front of him. Turning back with a silly glare for the baby, your son erupted into a fit of giggles, throwing a chunk of banana onto the tiled kitchen floor to which Minho gasped.

“Not on the floor that hasn’t been washed in… forever,” Minho groaned, then started to laugh as he looked at you. Breaking off a piece of the fruit, you popped it in your own mouth and shook your head, wearing a smile.

“Someone should do something about that,” you said.

“If he’s gonna make more messes, why clean it in the first place?” Minho snickered, then focused back on his work.

Slapping a hand on the tray, your son grabbed a fistful of banana and held it up in the air, turning to you. 

“Don’t even think about it,” you said gently, smizing at your son. He cracked a smile, one that squished his cheeks and almost closed his eyes as he showed off his few tiny teeth. He was a carbon copy of his father with his round face, soft jaw, and button nose.

Every time he smiled you were reminded of where he came from, his little grin had the ability to take over his expression just like his fathers, his eyes scrunched into little half moons just the same.

“Eat your banana,” you said, watching him relax as you continue to speak kindly to him. “It is so tasty, trust me, I’ve eaten more of it.” Rolling your eyes, you took another bite and heard Minho laugh from the stove.

“There’s two more over here, want another?” he asked, peering over toward you. Outside there’s a sound of a car pulling up into the driveway.

“No thank you,” you answer vaguely, leaning forward in your chair to try to see out the kitchen window. 

This neighborhood was typically a quiet one, in the middle of a town, Soro, where people tended to keep to themselves. To get to your driveway one would have to take a detour down an alleyway not many people knew about. It was extremely rare to have surprise visitors.

“Is Han coming over?” you asked, standing up. “Ah!” You raised your voice in defeat as Jeonghan jackhammered the banana to the floor, laughing with glee.

“No, he’s away this weekend,” Minho mumbled, half in the zone as he glanced around to find the source of your stress. Clicking his tongue when he caught sight of the squashed fruit, he sighed and chuckled. He said some cute things to the baby as you folded your arms over your chest and stepped over to the back door to get a good look out the window.

A dark, sapphire blue four door model of an expensive sports car was parked beside Minho’s Range Rover, a car you’ve never seen a day in your life. The windows were tinted black, shielding whoever was inside from the outside world.

“Who is it?” Minho asked from behind you. He took matters into his own hands and was now feeding the banana directly to Jeonghan, who didn’t seem to want to put up a fight. If he had Minho’s attention, he would be as happy as ever. 

“Probably some lost jackass,” you muttered, squinting at the vehicle. 

This has happened before, random people pulling into your or your neighbors driveways, looking for their way across town. It wasn’t a bougie way of living where you were, in fact it was pretty run down, but it was perfect for your family.

“Baba, baba.” your son babbled with a mouthful of banana. “Baaaba!”

“Shit, I didn’t make one,” you sighed, turning to the boys for a second. Minho popped another piece of fruit between the baby’s lips and nodded.

“I got it,” he smiled, checking you out head to toe as he walked towards the cabinets to prepare a bottle for your son.

“Don’t look at me like that.” Your cheeks flushed after he winked at you.

“Can’t help it,” he playfully rolled his eyes, scooping formula from a tin. “You’re gorgeous.”

Giggling to yourself, you bit onto your bottom lip and glanced down at your pajamas that were overdue for a wash. Your hair was pulled back messily and there wasn’t a trace of makeup on your morning face. You haven’t even showered yet, Jeonghan was clean before you. Mom life wasn’t glamorous in the slightest, yet Minho had a way of making you feel like you were a million bucks every single day.

Giving him one more happy smile, your attention is turned back outside at the sound of a car door slamming shut. Long, sleek dark hair pulled back halfway in a tie with angry brows and eyes glaring at you in the window are walking toward the back porch steps.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” your tone fell disgustingly bitter. The smile you once wore is smacked off your expression by the grimace moving closer to your door.

At the counter, Minho tried asking you what was going on, and who had shown up, though judging by your tone he could take a wild guess and hit a bullseye.

Snatching the handle of the door, you stormed out onto the porch before the dominatrix had a chance to walk up the stairs. He walked with a purpose, his shoulders slightly raised like he was angry.

“What the fuck do you want, Hyunjin?” you spat, your stance wide at the top of the stairs so he couldn’t get past you. Looking up at you from the ground, he drug his tongue across his bottom lip, smirking, taking in the sight before him.

It’d been three months since the last time either of you were around one another.

If it were two years ago, you’d be sweating under pressure standing here dressed like this in front of him. The person you were before Minho and your son was weak for Hyunjin, you’d be insanely flustered and would rather drop dead than let this heartthrob see you without a shower.

More than one blessing came from having Jeonghan, you were gifted the ability to no longer care what other people thought of you, especially this asshole. Your priorities were to raise and protect your son, and nurture your relationship with Minho.

Hyunjin tucked a piece of his hair behind his ear and placed his hands on the railings of the stairs, lifting a foot to rest it on the bottom one. You copied his stance, asserting dominance, telling him with body language that he wasn’t getting past you, or inside your home.

“Answer the question,” you muttered, sharpening your eyes.

“Not even a hello,” Hyunjin sighed, the angsty smirk still playing on his lips. “You’ve changed.”

“I haven’t heard from you in three months, you don’t deserve a hello,” you said. “What the fuck do you want, before I call the cops.”

Narrowing his glare, he cocked his head to the side and said quietly, “I want my son.”

A loud, humorless cackle of disbelief escaped you. Tossing your head backward, you sighed heavily and couldn’t hide the fury that manifested as a maniacal grin.

“You’re unbelievable,” you said. Hyunjin doesn’t find it as funny as you.

“I want my son,” he said a bit louder, tightening his grip on the posts.

“Then you should’ve called the judge,” you threw in his face. “Three months, Hyunjin. Thats a lot of time to miss, you broke the fucking agreement, and now you show up without permission, which is also against the agreement, and demand me to give you my son.”

The main reason you were unsure whether or not to become a mother was staring you in the face. In fact, it had to do with both men, the one taking care of the baby inside the house as well. That night at Han’s, after feeling sick for almost an entire month, the moment those lines appeared you were distraught, your heart ripping directly in half.

Coming out of a fresh break up, the two men you were romantically tangled up with had overlapped, leaving you unsure of who the child belonged to. 

Twenty minutes were spent on the tiled bathroom floor in silent tears, but the boys in the house were too good, and knew you too well. Minho sat outside the door, waiting patiently, asking you every now and again if you were alright and if you’d open the door for him when you were ready.

Around the fifth time he asked, once you’d exhausted yourself with sobs, you pulled the doorknob and popped the door open a crack. Minho stepped inside carefully, pouting at the sight of you curled up in a ball on the floor. He sat down next to you, held out his hand for you to hold and let you tell him what was going on at your own pace. From the very first moment, Minho was nothing but supportive, respectful and loving. He stepped up and took on the role Hyunjin didn’t want even though there was a chance the child wasn’t his.

A couple of months into your pregnancy you were able to find out who was responsible for the little one, and Minho was on board straight away. he accompanied you to all of your appointments anyway, and you were living in his house, there wasn’t a second thought whether he’d want to help you or not.

Hyunjin was the one you had to chase. One would think if there was a fifty fifty shot that he’d be able to avoid this for the rest of his life that he’d want to take it, but it took Minho going through Han, going through Chan, going through Changbin, going through Felix to get to the bastard.

You prayed to a God you never believed in that the child was Minho’s. 

You wanted to be rid of Hyunjin.

Unfortunately that wasn’t your fate, and now you were stuck dealing with him whenever he decided he wanted to be a father.

Part of you wondered if the ring Minho put on your finger after your son was born had anything to do with Hyunjin’s need to still care.

“Our lawyers alway said that if we could work it out on our own we wouldn’t need to go to court,” Hyunjin’s tone mimicked a taunt, like he was talking down to a child. It boiled your blood further.

“I’m dealing with you, I have to go to court,” you grilled. “My son is a year and three months old. He's going to start recognizing who is and isn’t around.”

“That’s why I’m here,” Hyunjin shrugged, finding nothing wrong with his unannounced visit. Groaning audibly, you laughed again in sheer frustration.

“It’s damaging, Hyunjin,” you shook your head. “You come around every few months like he’s a dog who’ll be excited to see you no matter how long you’ve been gone. He's a baby, this shit is psychologically damaging and I won’t let it happen to my son.”

“Our son,” Hyunjin smizes, knowing those words always got under your skin. “Jeonghan. You named him after my grandfather. My mother’s father.” Maintaining face, you hardened your glare and clenched your jaw. You said what needed to be said, he wasn’t getting his hands on that baby.

From inside the house you hear your little one belly laughing, which meant Hyunjin could hear him too. The smirk he wore on his lips faltered at the sound. If there was anything he loathed most about this situation, it was that you ended up with Minho.

“Oh, wow, he’s actually home?” he scoffed theatrically. “Thought he took any chance he could get to go to work. I heard flirting with customers for tips doesn’t make you much.” 

“You should really get your facts straight before you try to piss me off,” you said, raising your brows. “Where do you get your information from? Minho hasn’t worked at the bar for like six months.” Prodding his cheek with his tongue, Hyunjin shook his head and glanced away. It was a tiny victory, stumping him when he tried to play his mind games that no longer affected you. Every time he came back, you only got stronger.

“Let me have him, I’ll bring him back tomorrow,” he said, shifting only his eyes over to you.

Grinning, you nodded towards the car and said, “You even have a carseat? A crib? Bottles? Formula? Maybe a stroller?” He opened his mouth to speak, but you cut him right off, “What do you even need him for? You didn’t want him!” Hyunjin slammed his fists into the posts on the stairs, startling you.

“What if I want him now, dammit?!” he shouted.

You heard the door behind you open with a creak of the hinges. Keeping your glare fixed on Hyunjin, you watched with glee as his changes when he caught a glimpse of Minho over your shoulder.

“What’s going on?” Minho asked, looking down to Hyunjin with disgust. 

The man at the bottom of the stairs can’t seem to put together an answer, in fact it doesn’t seem like he’s heard what Minho’s said at all.

Turning your head, you find Minho close to the door with Jeonghan in his arms. The baby was content, laying back in the nook of Minho’s elbow sucking down the bottle that he made. The sight was enough to make anyone melt.

“I don’t appreciate the noise,” Minho, though coddling a baby, appeared defensive. “Especially while there’s children present.” Hyunjin rolled his eyes.

“It’s ten in the fucking morning,” he said.

“Language?” Minho furrowed his brows.

“Please, you live with this one,” he pointed to you, “She’s no fucking Mary Poppins. When did you get so soft, Min?” Titling his head to the side, Hyunjin smirked infamously, again.

“A lot changes when you become a father,” Minho narrowed his eyes. “But I don’t need to explain, you already get it, don’t you?” If looks could kill, Minho would be dead on the floor.

Stepping up onto the bottom stair, Hyunjin leaned forward, ready to unload his meaningless bullshit, but the passenger door of his sports car slammed shut, gathering everyone's attention from the porch.

“Hyunjin,” Felix’s deep voice shouted. “Let’s go.” Another boy you haven’t seen in three months. Though you’ve heard from him, he’s called a few times and left messages. Not much had changed, he was still tall, lanky, baby-faced Felix.

He gives you a look, a sympathetic one, as if he’s apologizing to you.

“Really?” you frowned, and Felix shrugged.

“I’m sorry,” he said, giving his head a small shake. “I tried to stop this.”

“Always,” Hyunjin groaned dramatically, rolling his head backward. “You always have to take her side.” Felix took three steps closer, folding his arms.

“I do,” his tone is stern. Looking back at you, his eyes flickered to the baby for a second, a breath corrupting him, then he looked back to you. “Y’okay?” he asked, his intention meaning something deeper.

“Be a lot better if I had a warning,” you said. Closing his eyes, Felix shrugged and shook his head again. He knew better, he should’ve called, but then again you know how Hyunjin can be when he gets something in his head. It’s inevitable.

“We weren’t coming here,” Felix muttered, sending a glare toward Hyunjin who’s grilling his boyfriend right back. “Let’s go. I told you how to go about this, this isn’t it. I’m driving us home.”

Behind you the baby cooed, shifting himself around in Minho’s arms to look where Felix’s voice was coming from. The bottle fell from his lips, Minho catching it quickly before it rolled onto the ground.

Your son lifted a finger and pointed toward Felix, uttering a quiet, “Who?”

Sharing a look with Minho, you took a breath and said, “That’s Felix.”

“Vee-liss,” Jeonghan tried to repeat, making Minho chuckle. His inquisitive little eyes scanned his surroundings, and once they found you he reached out his arms. “Mama,” he cooed.

Scooping him up you propped him on your hip and smiled as he gazed around the backyard happily, taking in every sight and every sound. Watching him experience life for the first time was something unimaginable, you almost forget that there’s trash on your doorstep.

Swapping your smile for a stone cold glare, you looked down at Hyunjin who was completely enamored by the baby.

Eyes as big as the moon, Hyunjin watched the little one intently, slightly smiling at every tiny move he’d make. All four of you stood in silence, letting the child have a moment.

That was a thing parents did with others- sat around and watched their babies do things. Many evenings have been spent with Chan and Han on the living room floor while your son tore apart his toy box. 

Nights at Haven were a thing of the past.

You kept your eyes on Hyunjin while he watched Jeonghan, keeping an indestructible barrier around your heart. A master of charisma, you wouldn’t allow him to ‘puppy dog eyes’ his way into getting what he wants today. 

Shit, that’s kinda what gave you the very thing you hold in your arms.

“He's beautiful,” Hyunjin whispered, not wanting to disturb the child’s admiration of nature. Sighing, you nodded.

Three months ago he saw him through a car window. It was a measly glance, nothing of grandeur, happening just before Hyunjin snatched the child support agreement out of your hands to rip in half. The day before Jeonghan's first birthday.

“He looks like you,” Hyunjin said, pulling his eyes away from the baby for half a second to look up at you.

You scoffed and pulled a silly face. “Not in the slightest.”

Hyunjin made a soft sound that warmed the edges of the cold front you were projecting, a small laugh that tumbled you backward a couple of years. It was genuine, and you knew it was genuine because Felix gets him to make that sound often. At least, he used to when you’d be around them before the rapture.

Your son looked down at where the sound came from, finally acknowledging the human being a few feet in front of him, a moment you hoped wouldn’t happen.

Hyunjin gave him a smile.

Your son lifted a finger to point at him and asked, “Who?” Hyunjins smile falters.

The light that started to pool in his eyes the second your son came out onto the porch was wiped away, like the only word your son knew how to properly say in the right context had physically hurt him.

Swallowing hard, you honestly aren’t sure what to say. Hyunjin hasn’t been a constant in his life, he didn’t have a name. 

Hannie, was his Uncle Han, unbeknownst slowly becoming Jeonghan's own nickname.. Channie, was his Uncle Chan. The other boys, when they came around, got silly nicknames too, but these two weren’t around ever. You never expected them to need introductions.

“Who?” Your son asked again, looking to you for instruction. Meeting his eyes, you tried to take a deep breath but felt as if someone had wrapped a rope around your lungs and was yanking it tighter and tighter.

Hyunjin was watching with a broken heart and a longing gaze, and Minho stood behind you with his arms folded, a protective foot away. One was his father, and the other was actually his father.

Hyunjin, though he put up a believable act today, you weren’t sure if he was going to split again.

So, through your teeth, you muttered a painful, “Jinnie,” just as your son was about to ask you who this man was for the third time.

Placing one hand on your shoulder and the other over your heart, your baby looked at Hyunjin and gave him a once over. A sassy habit of his when he was around anyone unfamiliar, something he inherited from none other than Hyunjin himself.

“Chi-nny,” Jeonghan said.

“That’s me,” Hyunjin said gently.

Breaking your gaze off of your son, you looked down to him in shock that he didn’t protest the name.

“Chi-nny, well, Mama,” your son said, his tone sad, laying his head down on your shoulder. Biting your bottom lip you averted your eyes from Hyunjin and took a grounding breath.

He remembered him.

“Time to go inside,” Minho suggested, smoothing a hand over both of your backs. Hyunjin furrowed his brows.

“Why?” he asked.

Thinning your lips for a second you bobbed your head. “Jinnie, yell, Mama,” you repeat clearly for Hyunjin to hear.

“What!” He screwed his face up in confusion, beginning to raise his voice already, proving to the toddler that Jinnie does in fact yell at Mama.

“He remembers you,” you shrugged, pulling yourself out of the baby daddy fantasy that was minutes away from ensuing.

Hyunjin nearly gasped, “Remembers… me?”

Rolling your eyes you said, “We were in the parking lot of the grocery store. I was picking up his birthday cake, you were visiting the liquor store next door.” Hyunjin glanced to the stairs. “It was the first time in a long time I’d caught you, so I tried to give you the paperwork.”

“You took it from her, ripped it to pieces and screamed in her face,” Minho added, giving your waist a soothing squeeze. “While this one watched from the window.”

The baby in your arms turned around to look at Minho, a grin breaking out onto his chubby cheeks. “Dada,” he cooed, holding out a hand toward him.

Hyunjin whipped his head up in a flash, eyes burning into Minho’s.

“Really? Kid calls you Dada?” he spat. “I’m half of him, and I get Jinnie?”

“Hyunjin,” Felix stated, taking three more steps toward the stairs. “Let’s… go.”

The blonde took a step, getting closer as he rose on the stairs. Behind you, Minho pulled you aside, taking your place at the top of the staircase. His arms fanned out to hold onto the railings in case Hyunjin tried to slip through.

“You don’t deserve that title,” Minho grilled, narrowing his eyes. “And last time I checked, you aren’t listed on the birth certificate, did you forget about that?” 

Hyunjin shot you a chilling glare that’s broken in more ways than one.

Your son watched his father with caution, observing his behavior while cuddling up on your shoulder. Cradling the back of his head, you look over to Felix and plead him with your eyes to take Hyunjin away.

If anyone could remember what happened the last time these two went nose to nose, they’d want to end this as fast as possible.

Felix nodded, dropping his arms to his side.

“Did you forget the kid’s a product of her cheating on you?” Hyunjin’s expression broke out into a grin, making him seem proud. “Remember that?” He took another step up the porch, and just before he is eye level with Minho, who’s temper was rising by the millisecond, Felix is grabbing onto Hyunjin’s wrist.

Minho’s grip on the railings relaxed, color returning to his knuckles as he said, “You’ve gone soft, Jinnie.” Teasing him with his own words, letting the nickname hit him where it hurts. “Felix wear the pants now?” he said while Felix pulled Hyunjin down to the grass, giving Minho a look in the process.

“Minho,” you whispered harshly. Felix had done plenty for you since Jeonghan came into the picture, there was no need to talk down to him.

“Sorry, Lix,” Minho said softly, shaking his head.

The lanky boy locking Hyunjin under his arm was about to open his mouth until a car whizzing down your street took the scene. It came to a screeching stop at your curb.

“Oh, wonderful,” Hyunjin chuckled.

The car door slammed shut behind an angry Chan walking up your lawn. Felix sighed in exhaustion, or frustration. Probably both.

“We’re leaving,” he raised his voice, holding a hand up to Chan, waving a white flag.

“You called Chan?” you whispered to Minho who gave you a smirk.

“Damn right you’re leaving,” Chan said, puffing his chest, stopping beside Hyunjin and Felix’s car.

Your son squirmed in your arms, sitting up tall to shout, “ANNIE!”

He caught Hyunjin’s attention once more. Submissive in Felix’s grip while his boyfriend defended him, his gaze softened immensely, sending a shattering crack through the walls you’ve put up around you and your family.

Stumbling over his own feet as Felix guided him to the car, he’s acting like it’s going to be the last time he sees his son. Chan and Minho’s voices are ineffective, he can’t hear a thing they’re saying and neither can you.

Jeonghan digs his fingers into your arm, agitated by the scene ensuing around him.

“Let me get the door for ya,” Chan snickered, yanking the passenger door of the sports car open. Felix avoided eye contact, letting the bullets in the form of words rain down over them both.

Hyunjin gripped onto the edge of the door, resisting Felix’s attempt to sit him down. He frowned, his lips pulling downward in a way they would before he’d cry.

Your son would make the same face.

Felix muttered something to him only the two can hear, and Chan, probably begging him to get in the car so he could avoid a physical end to this story.

“Need some help?” Chan questioned sarcastically, rounding the door to grab onto Hyunjin’s arms, yanking them off of the door.

Hyunjin retaliated, tearing his eyes off of the baby, pushing Chan away by the chest. Then the Hyunjin you’ve come to know makes an appearance. Throwing a hand backward in the form of a fist, he launched it at Chan, aiming for his jaw, but the Aussie caught it instead, jutting backward the slightest.

Flinching, Felix groaned audibly and shoved Chan backward himself with his hip.

“Fuck off!” he shouted at him. “Chan, fuck off!” 

Holding his hands up, Chan smirked and took two steps back.

“I like this Felix,” he said. “Control your man, yeah? You leave my family alone.”

Shaking his head, Felix finally got Hyunjin into the car, slamming the door shut. He doesn’t say anything to Chan, nor to Minho. Instead, as he rounded the car he gave you a wave and got inside.

“Bye!” Chan shouted happily, slapping the top of the car twice as it started to back down the driveway.

The three and a half of you are quiet as you watched the shiny blue car disappear down the street.

A lump manifested in your throat, one that threatened to bring tears to your eyes. Jeonghan, the very being who you swore to protect was experiencing his first moment of grief. And it was for you, of all people, because of his estranged biological father.

There’s a soft babble from your hip, the little one humming a few noises without care, happy the world around him was quiet once more. Taking a look at him he’s focused on you, gazing up with a look that resembles admiration.

He sat himself up properly, holding onto your shoulder with both hands, and smiled.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered to him, giving him a smile in return.

Down on the lawn Chan was starting his way up the stairs, brushing his hands together, muttering, “He didn’t touch you did he?” to whoever was listening. Minho, shaking his head, extended a hand to shake one of Chan’s, and began to explain the situation to him, gesturing toward you a couple of times.

“Maaama,” your son said softly, bouncing twice, kicking his feet.

“Haaannie,” you sing, dipping your chin down to kiss his squishy cheek. He giggled, shying away for half of a second before he threw himself onto your chest, nuzzling his head against you with the cutest coo.

This is when the tears spill, overwhelming you to the point of a sudden, sharp breath.

Minho whipped his head in your direction, eyes wide, Chan glancing your way as well.

“I’m okay,” you mumbled, nodding your head a couple of times as the boys hurried to your side. Minho slid an arm over your shoulder, placing his hand on the back of your neck.

Massaging his fingers into your skin, he watched you calm yourself down, then said, “We can do something about this.” He sent a glance to Chan. “We can call our lawyer, see what we can do, or we can call the cops.”

“Yeah, he can’t get away with this,” Chan’s brows are furrowed deep into his eyes. “Disrupting your life unannounced is wrong in the first place, but he broke a contract. You guys could sue, probably.”

Minho swiped his thumb beneath your eyes, brushing away your tears. Falling quiet, he studied you, taking you in, not saying another word until you made up your mind.

You parented your son together, you made decisions together, you were raising him together, you loved him together, however, when it came down to the court, the agreements, the paperwork, the lawyers, the judges… Minho left a majority of that up to you. He shared his opinions and his feelings of course, to which you listened at full attention, taking them into consideration always, making sure he felt as involved as possible.

Minho was your son's father, he was your son's caregiver, he was the one who stayed, the one who stepped up when you could’ve been left with absolutely nothing. 

But, one day your son was going to ask why he doesn’t look like him. He's going to go to school and learn about families and wonder why his friends have simpler family tree’s than he does. When he meets new doctors, new people, and has to go over family history he can’t tell them about Minho’s, he doesn’t share an ounce of his DNA.

He’s going to ask questions. He's going to be curious. Knowing yourself, and Hyunjin, the son you shared was going to be a nosey little jerk at some point in time, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to cut off the source or not.

Looking at Minho now, shifting over to Chan momentarily, you can tell the two of them are ready to take action. They want to ruin him, finally put an end to the reign of terror, snuff out the darkness before Jeonghan gains enough consciousness to know it’s even there.

“I can call whoever you want me to call,” Minho said quietly.

Parting your lips, hesitating for a moment, Minho perked a brow, on alert, until your voice paralyzes him.

“No,” you whispered. Your fiancé and best friend are stumped.

Your son had gone quiet, his chest rising and falling heavily against yours, being lulled to sleep by the sound of the birds chirping around you.

“No?” Chan said when he realized neither of you were going to say much else, looking between you both in disbelief. Minho’s defeated eyes drop down the top of the baby's head. “You’re crying,” he gestured to you, then to Minho, “You’re furious,” he scoffed. “I’m pissed as fuck ‘cause I had to see his face, and now you’re not gonna do a thing about it?”

Taking a deep breath, focused on Minho, you give your head a slight shake, “No.”

“Honestly, what the…” Chan stepped backward, dragging his fingers through his dark curls. “You could make money here, you could be done with him, like done with him for real this time, and you’re not gonna do anything-”

“Chan,” Minho snapped. Dropping his hands at his sides Chan turned and sighed. A thousand different things he could say flashed through his expression before he even opened his mouth.

“Are you really not going to do anything?” he asked Minho, pausing between statements, emphasizing his frustration. “You’re going to move past this like it never happened? So that it can happen again? And again?”

Swallowing hard, the lump in your throat was back.

“I know you, and I know why you won’t open your mouth,” Chan grilled, shooting you a look before he focused back on Minho. “You’ve got everything you’ve always wanted and more. But, he’s still got his claws in deep.” 

“Oh my god,” you groaned, rolling your eyes. Tipping your chin up a bit so you don’t have to look at either of them, you let a few tears slip down your cheeks. “Chan, shut up.”

“I’m just saying,” the Aussie shrugged. “To both of you even, it’s been well over a year, longer than that, and he is still messing with you guys.”

“I had his baby,” you sneered, glaring at him, eyes stinging. Sucking in a deep breath you continued, “Maybe it was a stupid decision, maybe I wasn’t thinking clearly because he still has his claws in deep, maybe I was worried this would be my only chance to be a mom, maybe I was pushing a boundary to see if the people who said they loved me would stay-”

“You do a lot of that,” Chan nodded, clenching his jaw, his own tears welling in his eyes. Minho pointed his eyes to the baby on your chest again, allowing you and Chan to hash this out yourselves.

Minho wouldn’t be here if he didn’t already know how you were. That was one thing none of your friends could get through their heads. 

The realization that you and Hyunjin were one of the same.

Unable to let go of one another, unable to cut the cord, like a couple of sadistic addicts that fed on the drama, that needed it to live.

It appeared in both of your lives differently, Hyunjin’s lying on the forefront for the world to see, while yours lied beneath the surface, a trauma in your subconscious fueling this desire you unknowingly led your life with.

Seemingly enough, you both ended up with someone willing to set your issues aside and put up with them… Or, ignore them, and accept them because they loved you so deeply.

From the day Felix fell into Hyunjin’s trap you couldn’t begin to ever wonder why someone so innocent, someone so sweet with so much going for them would settle for a monster that would bring them nothing but stress.

After what’s just occurred today, and what has happened in the past, you meet Minho’s eyes here on the porch, holding onto a baby that wasn’t his, while wearing a ring he slipped onto your finger, and you wonder the same thing.

How did someone so sweet, with so much understanding, with so much talent, and so much going for them… How did he end up here with you?

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[stay-dazed]

stray kids as your older brother

notes: female reader, and you're their adopted sister. this is my first time making a post like this, so i'm sorry if it's repetitive or anything. i hope everyone enjoys!

chan: chan's always loved being an older brother, and not just to his biological siblings, but to anyone who may need a brotherly figure. so when his parents made the decision to adopt another child back when he was still a trainee, he was excited. nervous as hell because he wasn't sure if he'd be a good enough big brother to a new sibling from all the way in korea, but excited nonetheless.

the day you came home his parents set up facetime so you both could meet and of course you both clicked pretty quickly thanks to how patient he was and how calmly he spoke. and now, six years later, you're close with all three of your siblings. of course you're closest with lucas since you see him everyday, but you still adore hannah and chan.

chan's a pretty busy guy but he takes every opportunity he can to either facetime all his little siblings, or at least text to see how everyone's been doing. he also gives the best advice he possibly can whenever it's needed. and as it may seem, tonight is a particularly difficult night for you.

as you lay in bed mindlessly scrolling on your phone after a quiet dinner with the family, your thoughts begin to feel suffocating. your eyes become glassy, and a lump forms in your throat. quickly you check the time - 7:30pm. well... korea is only an hour ahead, and chan never really sleeps anyway. he wouldn't mind if you called real quick, right?

with a shaky hand you go to his contact and press call without even looking, having memorized the process by now. you hold the phone to your ear, your lips are pressed tightly together as you try to not cry. the phone rings once, twice-

"hey (y/n), what's up?"

his cheery voice alone brings the tears to slip down your cheeks despite your best efforts. "channie-hyung? are you busy right now?"

chan is immediately in protective mode after hearing your shaky voice. "no, no i'm not busy," he says despite all the talking going on in the background," what's up, hon? did something happen?"

you spend the next hour and a half just venting about how awful things have been recently. how you may not pass your government history course despite how hard you try to understand everything and how the new manager at your workplace treats his employees like idiots. and as to be expected, by the end of the call, you feel so much better. you're even giggling at the silly things chan says to try and cheer you up.

"an idiot? nah nah if anyone's an idiot, it's me. i share exactly one braincell with the boys at any given in time. you're doing great, hon."

minho: admittedly, minho isn't exactly excited when his parents first announce their plan of adopting a teenager. it's not that he wouldn't love his new little sister or anything but he grew up an only child, so he isn't familiar with this dynamic. during the seven months it takes to go through the whole adoption process, minho spends as much time with his parents as he can, helping set up what used to be his room as your new room and getting reassurance from his parents that he'll be a great big brother.

gradually minho gets used to the idea of having a little sibling. in fact he's kinda excited now. he's curious to see what you're like and how you two will get along. the day you come home is a little bit awkward as to be expected, but it's full of smiles and small talk anyway. minho shows you to your room and talks about how it used to be his before he moved out at a young age. that leads to an interesting conversation about his past job as a waiter, his uni experience, and how he became a kpop trainee.

the conversations continue into the evening, all through the hearty meal made by your parents. you're already beginning to feel comfy here. the only thing left to do to truly become a part of the family is meet the fluffy trio - soonie, doongie, and dori. you had seen them earlier but they were hiding in their cat tower, anxious about this newcomer in their home. after helping with clean up, you carefully head towards the cat tower where you kneel down to hopefully appear less big and intimidating. you first meet eyes with soonie, and you're instantly drawn to the way his little nose twitches curiously in your direction. with a big smile, you speak to him in a gentle voice," hi baby. look at you, you're so cute."

you hold your hand out to him so he can get more of your scent but he doesn't seem to like it as he cowers further into the tower. "oh no, i'm sorry baby. i didn't mean to scare you. i promise i won't hurt you!"

minho comes up behind you and watches for a moment as you continue to try coaxing soonie out, with no success. "why don't we go sit on the couch? eventually they'll get curious and come out to see what's going on," he suggests.

you nod and follow him to the living room where you both sit on the couch and just spend time talking about different things. it takes a little while, maybe twenty minutes, but finally doongie builds up courage to come out first and see what his papa's up to. he jumps onto minho's lap and sniffs in your direction but ultimately curls up where he is. soonie comes out next after a few more minutes, and just curls up on one of the couch pillows that fell on the floor where he proceeds to doze off. well it's good he trusts you enough to nap around you.

and the last to come out is dori. you expect him to go find another spot to settle in like the others did, but much to minho's surprise and yours, he instead climbs on your lap, sniffs your nose a couple times, then lays down and begins licking one of his paws.

"i've never seen him get comfortable around a new person so quickly before. you must be really special!"

changbin: changbin is so excited to learn he's getting a new baby sister. well not an actual baby, but a baby to him. he's always been bullied (playfully) by his older sister and now it's finally his turn to do it to someone younger than him. changbin has always been highly observant and good at memorizing how to specifically help the different people around him, so he knows he'd be a good big brother for sure.

the evening you come home is very busy. your parents, big sister, changbin, as well as seungmin who has the day off, all take you out to eat at a nice restaurant for a sort of first gotcha day celebration. you're incredibly nervous and soft spoken which is understandable considering it's your first day with your new family, and thankfully they're all very patient with you. they try their best to be as cheerful as possible but not too overwhelming.

and despite being so nervous, seeing your family (and seungmin) be so happy and playful with each other helps you calm down over the next couple hours. by the end of dinner you're giggling and feeling much more relaxed than before. you haven't said much besides answering questions they've asked you, but they don't seem to mind. when dessert comes - specifically bungeoppang for you - changbin asks," oh you like red bean paste too? (y/s/n) doesn't. she says it's too sweet for her."

you smile and respond softly," yeah it's one of my favorites." changbin smiles back and nods with a hum. he's sure to remember that for future reference.

as him and your sister start poking fun at each other once again, seungmin egging them on, a playful jab at changbin slips past your lips. you're not sure where that little bit of confidence came from, but it leaves changbin in shock and seungmin in a fit of laughter.

he says while slinging an arm over changbin's shoulder and patting his right pec," she fits right in, eh?" you can't help but laugh louder than you have this entire evening.

"i'm supposed to be the one who gets to tease now! how could this possibly have backfired on me??"

hyunjin: hyunjin's visiting his parents on his week off of work when they open up about their decision to adopt. he's not particularly happy nor upset about the idea. he's just really shocked more than anything. he calls chan and felix, the only two members who have experience with little sisters, to ask them what it's like. as the news really begins to set in, hyunjin begins worrying. just like minho, he's only ever been an only child. what if he sucks at being a big brother? chan tries to remind him that he has some experience being a brotherly figure to the younger members, but hyunjin being as dramatic as he is takes a bit longer to fully get used to the idea.

but once he does, he's just fine, like everyone said he would be. he takes a day off of work to join his parents when they go to pick you up and bring you home. during the drive hyunjin gives you an idea of what the apartment - specifically your room - is like, and how it'll be to meet kkami. everything he tells you helps you feel more calm; like you know what to expect in the situation. and once you arrive home hyunjin is more than excited to show you to your room, and of course to introduce you to kkami.

kkami barks and growls at you warily from behind the legs of the kitchen table. it takes a bit of coaxing and treat-bribing from hyunjin and your mom, but kkami eventually comes out from underneath the table. while he's busy chewing on a treat you manage to just scratch under his chin for a few seconds, before he's had enough and hurries off to his little dog bed. that's okay, it's a start.

you and hyunjin decide to head back to your room to get the rest of your things unpacked while your parents work on dinner. to keep a conversation going hyunjin asks while handing you hangers for your clothes," so (y/n), what do you like to do for fun? do you have anything you're passionate about?"

you're so glad he asked. you respond with a smile," well i'm pretty passionate about art. especially collage art. i have a few journals with me that i've already finished. i hope to get a new one to start in soon."

hyunjin looks at you with bright eyes and a smile as wide as your own," you like art too? i've been painting for a few years now myself. it's actually my favorite form of selfcare."

you stop your clothes-hanging process and ask," really? would you mind showing me some of your work? i could show you some of mine too if you'd like."

"yeah of course!" hyunjin says before running to his room to get one of his many sketchbooks. you can already tell this is something you'll both be bonding over for a long, long time.

"oh yeah this is a sketch of my bandmate felix. i'm sure you'll meet him sometime soon- no wait, don't look at that part! i messed it up!!"

jisung: jisung is actually told about his parents' decision to adopt on a call to catch up with his older brother. he's understandably shocked, and decides to take the weekend off to go back home and talk about it with the whole family. once it's all talked through, jisung finds that he's not as nervous as he thought he'd be. he's just excited to have a little sister for once, only having been around boys his entire life.

he counts down the days until you get here, and when the day finally comes, the home is full of energy. luckily you match that energy, so the conversations and jokes with your brothers keep flowing. but you're particularly curious about jisung and his career, so you end up asking him lots of questions about it. you listen intently as he explains his history as a trainee, with the family jumping in now and again. it's touching to see how proud and supportive everyone is of him, and you're grateful to be part of a family that seems so caring.

time flies by and before you know it, you've been with your family for two years. you're happy to see jisung and the rest of stray kids grow during this time, and you appreciate being able to rely on them despite their busy schedules.

and that comes in hand today, at the ripe hour of 1:12 am. you just cannot fall asleep no matter how hard you try, and your bed seems to get more uncomfortable with each toss. it's so frustrating you could cry. so you do the first thing you think of that would help: you call up jisung to see if you can head over to the studio. you've been told a number of times that you're always welcome there, after all.

"jisung-hyung? is it okay if i come over to the studio? i can't sleep, i feel like crying, and i just need to get out of the house right now. please?"

"yeah of course," jisung responds immediately," chan-hyung went out for snacks so he can pick you up on his way back. when you get here you can just relax on the couch."

"okay, thank you so much hyung."

thanks to him, once you're settled in the studio you eventually doze off on the couch to the sound of keyboard clicking and jisung talking about something regarding how they put music together.

"just listen to me talk about our process for a while. it'll probably bore you to sleep."

felix: felix has always had a great relationship with his sisters because he genuinely loves his role as a brother. so when he learns through rachael that his parents are in the process of adopting another little sister, he's so happy. not an ounce of anxiety in his body. as it'll take about a year to finish the entire process including bringing you to australia from another country, felix takes that time to save up money and plan out vacation time.

when the day finally comes, felix flies to australia, excited to stay a full week with his family. and when he arrives at the house he runs to you first and gives you a big, safe hug, swaying you side to side a little. you can't believe how comforting his hug is, and just how similar it is to your sisters' hugs that you received when you got home at 2 in the morning.

"hi (y/n)! oh it's so nice to finally meet you," felix says excitedly as he takes a step back to look at you. "it was damn hard waiting an entire year for this day." he laughs.

you laugh in response," it's nice to meet you too! thank you for coming all this way just to meet me."

"of course! i wouldn't have missed it for the world. are you already settled in?"

"uhh, no. we were all so tired after i got here that we just headed to bed. i still have a lot of unpacking to do." you laugh again.

"oh yeah, that's understandable. well should we get started then?"

with the help of the entire family, getting your humble three bags unpacked in your new room goes by pretty quickly. it's around lunchtime when you're all finished, so the family decides to head out for a celebratory lunch at their favorite diner. during the 20 minute drive felix, rachael, and olivia take turns telling you their favorite memories associated with the diner. for example, the time they went there after felix won two medals at a taekwando competition when he was 11. or the time they went there to celebrate rachael getting into college to study psychology.

this is just another fond memory to add to the list.

"do you remember crying, rach? yes you absolutely did! i cried too, and i'm not afraid to admit it!!"

seungmin: seungmin is surprised and ultimately confused when his parents call him up and tell him about their adoption plans. he thought him and his sister were trouble enough for them. but if it's what his parents want, he'll fully support them. he's not exactly nervous or excited. he's mostly just a little sad that his old room will be switched out for someone else.

the day you come home is just a little bit awkward. well to seungmin anyway. his parents and sister welcome you home warmly, telling you just how happy they are you're finally here. all the while he stands to the side watching everything unfold. once it's his turn to greet you however, he tries his best to smile wide and give you a hug. it's an odd middle ground of a side hug and full hug, but you don't mind it. despite how unsure he is of himself he seems very sweet.

after your sister shows you to your room and helps you put some of your things away, seungmin comes in and tries again to be as welcoming as he can by telling you a bit about how your room used to be his room. he then offers to show you his huge collection of old baseball cards. baseball isn't really your thing, but you can tell how hard he's trying to make you feel at home with something he's obviously passionate about, so you listen closely as you look at the cards he shows you.

"how long have you been collecting these?"

"um.. probably since i was about eight? a lot of these were my grandpa- oh! i mean, our grandpa's. yeah he likes baseball a lot too. we even pitched a ball together at a game once."

"oh really?! that's so cool. it must've been a lot of fun."

"yeah it was! it really inspired me to be a baseball player. well before becoming an idol, obviously."

"how did you go from baseball player to idol anyway?" you giggle.

and from there the conversation on the bedroom floor amongst all the litter of baseball cards went on for a couple of hours until your parents called you both for dinner. baseball still isn't your thing but it's definitely more interesting than you had initially thought.

"yeah there's a picture of it somewhere online. please don't, i look so awkward in it. it's when i still had to wear my glasses.. no don't!!"

jeongin: jeongin is pretty content - and sometimes overwhelmed - having his two brothers. they may not show it outwardly, but they're all very close and try to spend as much time together as they can with jeongin's busy schedule and the eldest being in the army. so when they find out their parents are planning on adopting a girl, they're all shocked.

"she's not gonna get my room, is she?" asks yoon. "give her jeongin's, he's hardly ever here anyway!"

it was a bit hard getting used to the idea initially but eventually they all come around to it. and the day you come home they're acting like their usual selves despite your parents asking them to act normal for once. they're teasing and playfully punching each other hard enough it could be heard from the room over. in that moment you realize it's gonna be really, really hectic having three older brothers.

and now, a year and a half later, it's still just as hectic if not more so now that you join in on the teasing. tonight your eldest brother isn't able to visit but jeongin is. so now you, jeongin, and yoon are all sitting on the couch playing mario kart. the living room is filled with the sound of mario kart music and pointless jabs like "why do you always play as peach? that's so boring" and "have you ever actually tried winning?"

"come on girls," you say without taking your eyes off the screen," stop fighting or we'll never finish this game." yoon lands a punch directly to your left shoulder.

jeongin bites back," speak for yourself. i'm gonna win just like i always do at mario kart."

by the end of the evening, after multiple rounds and a meal on the couch that your very patient mother made for all of you, yoon actually comes out the victor much to jeongin's despair. and so starts another round of teasing and arguing.

"mom!!!! (y/n) called me a b word!! yeah, bastard."

[shaybreezy-17]

Sanji x F!Reader

TW: Smutty, sexual content, vaginal eating, fingering, suggestive behavior, talks of parental abuse, malnourishment, explicit language, etc. (Please read at your own discretion. Not recommended for readers younger than 18!)

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You drifted in your small boat. You laid there- dehydrated and starved with a blanket over your body to protect you from the scolding sun. You felt so weak you could hardly move. It had probably been almost 8 days since you escaped your abusive father and set sail.

7 days since you stopped on an island and got your ship stolen. You had to use up the majority of your food and water money for a small boat.

5 days since you ran out of the small amount of food you had left.

2 days since you relied on half a water bottle to keep you alive. You’d been rationing it ever since, taking the smallest sips possible- just enough to keep your dry mouth damp at least for a moment so you could get some relief.

You sat up, holding the blanket over your head. You saw something in the distance but you weren’t sure if you were hallucinating at this point… Was that and island… shaped like a heart?

You squinted your eyes, trying to get a better look. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing, you had to have been losing it.

Nonetheless, you desperately hoped it was an island that had food and drinkable water…

Once you docked ashore, you stumbled off your boat, dragging it a bit further into the shore behind you before you left it to explore the newfound island that was in fact heart-shaped now that you were able to get a closer look.

“It’s beautiful here.” You whispered to yourself taking in the rosy pink sights that surrounded you.

As you staggered along, your body started to ache and your weak state started to catch up to you. You were out of breath from a brief walk and you needed rest.

You scoped out a pretty pink tree with decent shade under it and sat down. You prayed to God that you’d wake up from this nap that you so desperately needed, but you felt like you could die at any moment from how malnourished you were.

A couple hours, weeks, or days later, you began to come to your senses. In the background you heard two voices.

“Heal her already, Ivankov! I need her alive and well.” A deep voice growled.

“I already did what I could! My hormone injections should be enhancing her immune system to get her through this, but it’s up to her to wake up!” Another voice shouted back.

And then… your eyes fluttered open. You blinked, trying to adjust your eyes as they were blurry at first, but when you were able to focus them you saw two figures hovering over you, looking completely shocked.

The man on the left had an abnormally large head and crazy makeup. The other, had blonde hair that only showed one of his eyes, and a… curly eyebrow?

“Woah…” you gasped, taking in their odd appearances.

The yellow haired man looked at you like you were a five course meal that he was ready to dig into.

His nose began to spout blood and you jolted upward from the bed in attempts to get up and help him stop the bleeding but you fell to the floor.

“Oh no!” The blonde man dramatically swooped you into his arms, “The beautiful lady fell, she must be hurt again!”

“No-no!” You shouted, “I’m fine, really. It’s just been a while since I’ve walked. My legs feel kinda weak.”

“Sanji, take her to her room and have her settle in.” said the man you assumed to be Ivankov. “And change out of that bloody shirt, for Gods sake!”

The Blonde man nodded, picking you up bridal style and walked down the corridor of the kingdom. He looked down at you, cheeks a deep shade of red. “So lovely…” He whispered.

Once you arrived to a room, he placed you on the bed and sat next to you, on the edge.

You cleared your throat. “Your name is Sanji?”

“Y-yes, my lady!” He blurted. “Vinsmoke Sanji.”

“Ah.” You smiled. “I‘m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you, Sanji.”

He looked at you, blinked, and nose began to pour out of his nose again. He rushed out of the room and came back a few seconds later, blood free wearing a brand new shirt.

“Why are you having so many nosebleeds?” You asked, concerned.

“Because you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve laid eyes on.” He gushed. “I’ve also been stuck on this island with a bunch of men in dresses. You’re the only real lady in Kamabakka Kingdom.”

“So that’s what this place is called…” You mumbled, marveling at your surroundings in the palace.

“Are you hungry? I prepared something for you.” He grinned, motioning at the dish. “Seafood rice, for protein and carbs!”

“God, yes!” You gasped.

You huffed down your food. Starving was an understatement for how you were feeling.

“Sanji…”

“You want more? I figured, my lady. It’s on the way.”

Tears welled up in your eyes. You didn’t know why you were so emotional, but the fact that you almost met death probably had something to do with it. All of the overwhelming feelings that came with leaving your old life behind, and the struggle of it all until now, as you were in a safe space with a warm bed and had food and water. You were so grateful.

You began to sob uncontrollably.

“Hey?! M-My lady! What’s wrong?” Sanji began to freak. “Did I do something?”

You sobbed even harder, pulling him in for a hug. You buried your face into his chest and his musky scent instantly relaxed you. “I’m sorry, Sanji. I just really needed a fucking hug.”

You felt his body ease. He wrapped his arms around you as you cradled into him. “It’s okay, Y/N. We can stay like this forever, I don’t mind.”

You pulled back from his chest to look up at him. His eyes watched you, dreamily as if he was in a daze. He was so enamored by you and you didn’t know if it was because he was feeding into the deep-rooted daddy issues your piece of shit dad gave you, or because he was quite handsome, but you were willing to give this man all of you right then and there.

The two of you were brought back to reality as you heard a knock on the door. One of the Ladies came in with a tray of food. “Make sure to eat it all so you can become strong again!”

Once she left, you patted the spot next to you on the bed. “Will you sleep here tonight?”

“Me?!” He poked his chest with his own finger, looking behind him to see if I was talking to someone else. “Me? Sanji?”

“Yes, you, Sanji.” You laughed.

He awkwardly shifted over to the spot next to you, putting his legs under the covers like you did.

“So, where did you sail from?” He asked, laying back putting his hands behind his head.

“The Luluisa Kingdom. It’s in Paradise. Somewhat close by…” You replied, scratching the back of your head.

”Hmm, never heard of it.” He shrugged. “Why’d you leave?”

Your expression turned sour. “Uh. Shitty dad, that’s all. Everyone here seems to have one so it’s nothing special.”

He sighed. “I feel ya. Don’t like my dad too much either.”

He wrapped his arm around you and offered you a reassuring smile. “We’ll get you far away from Pops, how’s that sound? I’ve got a crew for you to meet once we get off this island.”

Your cheeks began to heat up. “You wanna get off this island together?”

“That’s the plan.” His thumb massaged circles into your arm as he hugged you. “I have something to take care of before we can leave. Shouldn’t be too long now before I accomplish it…”

“That’s fine with me.“ You grinned. “It’s not like I have anywhere to go anyway.”

You sunk into the bed after you finished your food. Sanji followed.

You faced each other.

As you admired him in the dimly lit room, you found him so darn handsome. Your eyes landed on his lips and they curved into a sheepish smile.

“You’re so pretty, Y/N.” He reached over and caressed your face. “I hope you don’t think I’m a creep.” You reached over and began run your fingers through his hair.

“You’re not so bad yourself.” You giggled. “And, hmm, well at first I did. You’re a really sweet guy though, I don’t think you could ever hurt a woman.”

“I was raised to never kick a woman.” His expression hardened. “And I don’t use my hands for fighting either.”

“Is that so?” You asked, taking his hand in yours. “What do you use them for?”

“Cooking, mostly. Among other things…” He snickered.

“I wonder what those other things could be…” You voice trailed along. You inched your body closer to his.

His body stiffened. He couldn’t tell what was more distracting, the girl in front of him or the nosebleed she kept causing that he was so desperately trying to hold back.

“Let me…”

“Let you?”

“Let me make you feel good with my hands, Mon Amour.”

You nodded, silently, wanting him so badly. “Make me feel good, please, Sanji.”

He sat up, next to you as you stayed laid down.

He leaned his body against yours, slightly hovering over you. He looked at you intently. “M-may I? Touch you…”

You nodded again, refusing to break eye contact.

His fingertips slowly traced your exposed midriff as he hesitantly brought his hand down to your inner thigh area.

Your thighs were so soft and squishy, Sanji felt like he was losing his mind, but he wouldn’t let himself have another nosebleed if it meant breaking skin to skin contact with you.

You gasped as he gave your thigh a squeeze, finding it unexpected.

“Ah.” He moved his hand away. “S-sorry, Mon Amour. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“You didn’t.” You whispered. “It just took me by surprise, is all.”

You grabbed his hand and brought it back down to your thigh reassuringly.

“You can do whatever you want to me, Sanji.” You bit your lip, staring into his dreamy eyes. “Just take me with you and protect me wherever we go, and I’m yours.”

He couldn’t contain himself, hearing those words. He’d always dreamt of being the sole protector of a beautiful woman. He yearned for the day a woman would see him for who he really was, and not just some simp of a creep.

In one swift motion, he propped his body over you, now completely hovering over you.

“You really shouldn’t have said that, Y/N.” He lowered his body on to yours, pressing wet kisses along your entire face, jaw, and neck. “I‘ll never be able to get enough of you now.”

He moved down your body, leaving a trail of wet kisses in between your half-exposed breasts all the way down to your lower belly.

“Can I take these off you?” He asked, tugging on the hem of your shorts.

“Y-yes.” You replied, in a shaky tone, trying to calm your breathing.

He practically tore them off once you gave consent. You had a tiny little thong on which was missing so you assumed he tore them off you along with the shorts. Your hand flew to your pussy, attempting to cover it in embarrassment.

“You dirty girl, were you commando this whole time?” His lips curled up into a smirk.

“I-No!” Your face was red hot. “I swear, they’re probably in my shorts! I remember putting them on.”

“Doesn’t matter now, anyway, Mon Amour.” He lowered his face to where your pussy was. “Now, move that hand for me, please.”

“Wait!” You blurted out, “B-but, I haven’t showered in a while…”

He laughed. “Is that supposed to stop me? Now, if you could just move your hand…”

You looked up at the ceiling and closed your eyes, slowly removing your hand away, exposing your pussy in front of his very eyes.

“God…” You heard him mumble. “I’m so sorry for this, Y/N.”

You opened your eyes and lifted your head, looking down at him in confusion. “Sorry for wha-”

He didn’t even let you finish your sentence before he shoved his face in your pussy. The instant pleasure made you throw your head back into the pillow, sinking into it.

This man wasn’t just eating, he was fucking DEVOURING.

You had been intimate with other men before in your lifetime, but no man ever made you feel this good with his mouth before.

He sucked your clit, sliding one of his long fingers into your wet hole. You spasmed and let out a gasp, as your body was unprepared for that. “Fuck!”

As he continued to lick and suck your soaking wet pussy, you found yourself getting closer and closer…

Your eyes were shut and you had half of the pillow under you, and the other half you were biting into, hoping to muffle your loud moans.

He added another finger, curling them upwards inside of you. “God, you have such a pretty pussy.” He marveled, before diving back into it.

You kicked and squirmed under his grasp, but he held your thighs into place with a firm grip.

“Please, Sanji, n-not so fast, I can’t handle it!”

Your back arched and your toes began to curl. You felt an intense wave of euphoria fill your body, starting from your cunt, but that didn’t stop him.

“Fuck, Sanji, I’m cumming!” You yelled, followed by a string of breathy moans.

That only made him quicken up the pace. He removed his fingers and focused only on your clit. He sucked and licked it, like he was having a 5-course meal that he had a time limit to eat. He ate it like his damn life depended on it.

At this point you were fighting against him trying to pry him off because of the intense overstimulation. As you felt another orgasm coming on, your thighs tightened around his head and one of your legs kicked outward as you tried to move his mouth from your clit, but to no avail. Finally, after your third or fifth orgasm (who’s counting), after your face was stained with tears, after you were practically speaking in tongues, he decided you had enough.

He lifted his head from your sweet, sticky, pussy and shot you a toothy grin as he stared at you with those deep blue eyes. “You taste amazing, by the way, and I’m a chef so I have a refined pallet.”

You laughed, wholeheartedly, still trying to catch your breath. This man went from complete pussy demon to cracking jokes like nothing.

“Come here.” You lazily motioned. He climbed up your body until his lips met yours. You shared a wet kiss. You wiped his face, since it had your juices practically all over it, and wrapped your legs around his waist forcing him to relax his weight on you.

“This okay?” He asked, uncertain. “I’m not too heavy on you like this?”

“No, sh. You’re my weighted blanket.” You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Besides, I just needa relax until I can get my energy back because it’s your turn right after this.”

He lifted his head from out of the crook of your neck. “Eh? My turn? What do you mean?”

“Aside from your dick being rock hard right now, you didn’t think I’d just let you give me the best head of my life without me returning the favor now, did you?” Your lips formed into a devilish smile. “I’m going to suck the literal soul out of you once I get my energy back.”

Sanji’s face turned fire-hydrant red. You could see the pressure well up in his face as he seemed like he was trying to hold back from something. He peeled himself off of you, and stormed out of the room.

In the distance you heard Ivankov in the hallway, “Oh dear! Someone get him to the infirmary! He’s losing so much blood!” And then he wheezed out, “And why ON EARTH does Sanji have an erection?!”

You giggled to yourself. That nosebleed wasn’t going to save him from getting his dick sucked, so you put your clothes back on and marched over to the infirmary…

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Kinda had a brain fart while writing this so it’s not as long as I would’ve hoped, but I hope you like it nonetheless! Feel free to leave any comments or requests for any fics you’d wanna see in the future, I’d love some inspiration!

Other works:

[icarusignite]

An Eye for an Eye (part 5)

parts: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 /  6 / 7 /  Future parts: MASTERLIST

A/N: I’m running out of hot Aemond gifs to attach to these parts lol.

Warning for blood and gore. Mentions of eye loss.

Word Count: 1746

Aemond had dozed off sometime after midnight, Daenys still clutched securely in his arms. When he awoke, he felt oddly refreshed. This was his first peaceful slumber since Storm's End. As he took in his bearings, he noticed that Daenys wasn't in the room anymore. Something felt horribly wrong but he couldn't quite place his finger on it. Surely she was just out to get a breath of fresh air, or perhaps a late-night snack. He glanced outside the window and it was still a few hours till dawn. He couldn't imagine where she could have gone at this time. He stuck his head outside the room, hoping he would see her pacing in the hallway as she sometimes did when she couldn't sleep. She was always a restless sleeper and these days it had become worse. His mind started to reel with all the possibilities. Had she finally left him? As he frantically looked around the room for anything that she might have taken with her, signifying her permanent departure, his eyes landed on a folded piece of paper on the bedside table. He had first mistaken it for Rhaenyra's letter but it contained Daenys's unmistakable script.

Meet me on the west wing balcony.

Aemond was confused. Why would she be all the way there? Nonetheless, he clutched the paper in his hands and raced his way to her. His mind played out the worse possible scenarios. Was she still sick in the head from her fever? Had she thrown herself off the balcony while waiting for him? Aemond could not stop the onslaught of thoughts as he broke into a run. When he finally climbed up the stairs leading to the wide balcony, the scene that greeted him horrified him. Daenys stood near the edge, a dagger clutched tightly in her hand.

A shout of surprise ripped from Aemond's throat and she finally turned towards him.

"Daenys what are you doing here? It's late and you shouldn't be out of bed when you're ill!"

Daenys smiled in return, but her eyes remained empty. Her fever-glazed eyes from earlier seemed to have cleared but her skin still had that unnatural flush to it.

"Daenys..put the knife down," Aemond approached his wife slowly, his hands in the air placatingly.

"Do not worry my lord husband. It is not for you."

Aemond's heart raced. Did she mean to kill herself up here then? Did she intend to hurt him by making him watch? Panic clawed up his throat. He could not watch herself do this. Whether she meant to turn it on him or use it on herself, he did not know, but he sure knew which one he preferred.

"Who is it for then?"

Daenys cocked her head as if in deep thought.

"What would you do if I said it was for me?" she whispered.

"What? Why would you..." Aemond hesitated before taking a step closer, trying to reach her before she did anything rash.

"You know I thought about it. I thought about ending myself right here in front of you. Letting you watch as I bled to death here on this pristine marble. I wondered if that would hurt you half as much as you have hurt me. But then I realized that it would not make any difference. You would not care whether I lived or died, just as long as your family had the throne. You couldn't possibly care for me as much as I thought you did. Or you wouldn't have done what you did."

"That's not true. You know that that's not true. You are the one person I care about most," he pleaded. "I did not mean to hurt you. I would never intentionally hurt you."

"Liar!"

"Daenys, please. Give me the knife. You still have a fever, we should go back inside."

Don't come near me. Don't you dare come near me or I swear I'll slit my throat and paint you red!" she all but screamed at him.

Aemond pulled back, stung. He did not know how to get through to her, not when she had that manic glint in her eyes.

"An eye for an eye was it? Well then, did you get the eye you so desired? Did you pluck out my dead brother's eye? Did that bring you peace husband?"

Aemond was taken aback. Is that what she thought of him then? Someone who would desecrate a corpse like that. Someone that heartless and cruel. But he supposed he had given her all the reasons to believe him so.

"No! Of course not. Why would I...you have to know it was an accident. I would never..."

"Ah so your debt has not been paid then," she interrupted with a sigh. "Very well, if it is an eye you want, it's an eye you shall get."

Daenys's grin had an unhinged quality and for the first time in his life, Aemond found himself afraid of his wife. Perhaps equal parts afraid of her and afraid for her.

"I don't want anything. I don't want anyone's eyes. Daenys please you're scaring me."

"Ah, that's a shame. The debt must be paid after all. Unpaid debts lead to deadly grudges, as you probably already know."

To Aemond's great horror, she lifted the dagger to her own left eye. She didn't make a single sound as pressed its tip above her eyebrow, dug in deep, and sliced straight across, giving herself a scar that mirrored his own. Blood poured down her face in a neverending river and she didn't even let out a single pained gasp. Dropping the bloody knife, she pried apart the skin, pulled out her eyeball, and tossed it at Aemond where it landed by his feet with a sickening squelch.

"Here's your debt repaid in full Aemond. An eye for an eye. Now you have mine. I wish I had given it to you all those years ago. Perhaps then my brother would still be here. I do suppose you might have resented me as well for the loss of your eye. If only I had been able to stop my brothers. I hope you're satisfied now."

"Daenys no. I never resented you. And I never meant to kill him, I promise," Aemond begged, his single eye clouding with tears.

"What did I say about your pathetic excuses hmm?" Daenys gestured towards the bloody mess by his feet. "Go ahead, now you can make a gift of it to your mother. Isn't that what you wanted?"

Aemond was aghast, "How did you...?"

"You told me yourself, don't you remember silly?  I asked you what you said to my brother and you told me about all your vile words. Those were some of the last words my brother heard!"

"I'm sorry, gods I'm so sorry."

"Oh, Aemond. My Aemond."

Aemond's heart clenched at the sound of the words that spilled from her lips. A remnant of another time when they were full of love, but there was no affection in her eyes now. Only hatred and fury that seemed neverending.

"I have paid the debt my brother owed you. But rest assured, the blood of Lucerys will be repaid tenfold. A debt your entire family will pay. A brother for a brother if you will," she smirked.

"What are you insinuating?" Aemond asked carefully.

"Oh, I don't have to insinuate anything. I will kill your drunken usurper king. A brother for a brother, a fair trade don't you think, especially now that you have my eye."

"I did not ask for your eye!" he raised his voice in frustration.

"And I did not ask for you to kill my brother, yet here we are. You have started a war my prince and when we next meet, you will not find me to be a forgiving opponent," she said, with an air of finality that made Aemond's blood run cold.

"You're leaving?"

Daenys scoffed, "You expect me to stay in this prison then? Play house with the man who murdered my brother, pay my respects to his rapist brother and conniving mother? The family who stole my mother's birthright?"

"You cannot leave. I am your lord husband. If I demanded it, you would have to stay," Aemond exclaimed, beginning to panic. She could not leave him, she would not. Not her. Not the only thing in the world that he had for himself, the only good thing that had ever happened to him. The only thing his brother hadn't spoiled for him, although he supposed he had ruined it all by himself without any help.

"You really think you can make me stay? Abide by your pathetic rules that bind wives to their husbands, slave to their every whim. I did not make vows of obedience to you my prince. I do not have to listen to a word you say."

"No, please. Don't go. Don't leave me here," Aemond inched forward faster now. Beseeching her to let him hold her. To let him keep her. He reached out to snag her forearm and then immediately let go. Her skin was burning, she was still feverish.

"Would you come then? If I asked you to abandon your family and support my mother's true claim, would you come with me," she mocked him, but something in her eyes implored him.

Aemond stayed silent, his jaw clenched.

"It's funny really. The only reason I even stayed as long as I did was because I thought I could convince you to join my mother's cause. I thought I could make you come to Dragonstone with me. But it was delusional of me really. I do not hold a candle to the flame you harbour for your family. Who was I to think that you would choose me."

Daenys chuckled self-depreciatingly and stepped closer to the ledge. She raised her hand in farewell, and for a moment Aemond could see the grief and wistfulness in her eyes before she sealed it away and replaced it with empty indifference once more.

"Goodbye, my love, the next time we see each other, I will make sure you hurt as much as I do," and with that, she stepped off the ledge.

Aemond screamed her name before he saw a massive dragon rise from below and soar away, carrying Daenys away to Dragonstone he presumed. With her gone, Aemond finally allowed himself to sink to his knees and let his tears flow. His palm landed on the remnants of her eye and he retched out the contents of his stomach on that snowy white marble balcony as his chest heaved with broken sobs.

Oh gods, what had he done.

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[chierafied]

Honey, I'm Home

SessKag Fluff Week, Day 6 Domestic + Day 7 Family

Prompt: Character A comes home to chaos of Character B’s making + "Oh, your mother's here." 750 words. AO3. Decided to mash up these last two days because the themes and prompts fit so neatly together. It's awfully late, but I hope you guys enjoy this nonetheless!

The pair of elegant designer stiletto heels greeting Kagome at the entrance way of her house was the first clue that something was up. Switching into peacemaker mode, she moved deeper into the house after removing her own shoes and jacket and scarf. The silence humming in the air had her instantly on guard. She was fully braced for growls, raised voices, wild laughter and foul swearing – in no particular order. So the stillness was particularly unsettling.  

The two of them couldn’t have actually killed each other off after all these years, right? Not in front of Ginmaru. Besides, neither of them was uncouth enough to battle it out physically, when they could wage intricate wit-filled verbal warfare full of back-handed compliments, subtle and disguised barbs and call-backs to minor incidents from several centuries ago. 

Finally, she caught a sound in the disturbing quiet. An emphatic clanking. Kagome followed the auditory clues and soon dark growly mutter of curse words joined the cacophony of plops and bangs and scrapes. As soon as she entered the kitchen, she was relieved to see her mate alive and marginally well. He was elbow-deep in dough, alternatively kneading it and slapping it against the countertop. She was pretty sure that he was picturing something – or someone – very specific as he manhandled the dough. 

Kagome shook her head and shifted her attention to the rest of the room. Slowly, she took in the sheer chaos of pots and pans and the dirty dishes overflowing the sink. The flour and bag of sugar and various other supplies crowding the kitchen counter. The haphazard angle of the cooling pan of cupcakes by the window. It looked like three bombs had gone off in her poor kitchen in a quick succession. 

Or, alternatively, like her husband had been stress baking for a couple of hours. Which was the final confirmation she needed, because there were only so many things that would trigger a baking episode of such extensive proportions. 

Kagome leaned against the doorjamb and crossed her arms, fighting down the laughter that was welling inside. Such drama queens, the pair of them. “Oh, your mother’s here.” 

Sesshoumaru’s head snapped up and the ferocious scowl he was wearing eased a fraction as soon as his eyes locked with hers. “Indeed, she is.” 

“I thought she was coming tomorrow.” 

His lips were pinched. “So did this Sesshoumaru.” 

“Oh well. I’m here now. Do you need a buffer for your giant egos?” 

“Thank you, but it is handled.” 

Kagome raised her eyebrow – a mannerism she’d copied from him – and nodded towards the general chaos of the kitchen. “I can see that.” 

Sesshoumaru wiped his hair out of his eyes, leaving a flour stain on his cheek, and managed to look a little sheepish. “I will clean up when I am done.” 

“Mm-hmm. I’m going to go check on them. Be right back.” 

Kagome found them where she’d expected to: In Ginmaru’s room. The scene that greeted her there did take her by surprise, though. Her heart hiccupped in her chest and the softest ‘awwwwww’ escaped her.  

An open picture book lay on the floor, forgotten. Tsukimi sat next to it, leaning against Ginmaru’s bed. And Ginmaru himself was fast asleep, half curled up in his grandmother’s lap, his pudgy little toddler arms wrapped around her waist. Tsukimi cracked one eye open, her red lips curling as she saw Kagome. 

“We’re having a little nap,” she whispered softly, gently stroking Ginmaru’s dark curls.  

“Carry on,” Kagome whispered back, her heart melting at the pair of them. “We’ll have tea and cupcakes when he wakes up.” 

Tsukimi inclined her head, amusement flashing on her face as she shut her eyes again. “We’ll catch up later, my dear. Go calm your mate, now.” 

Swallowing a laugh, Kagome turned away and returned to the kitchen.  

Sesshoumaru was spreading the butter, sugar and cinnamon mixture on his dough when she entered. Kagome’s mouth watered just from the scent of his baking. Sesshoumaru made the best cinnamon rolls.  

She walked to him and wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her cheek against the clean cotton of his shirt. She felt his shoulder relax; the sigh shudder through his body. His big, warm palm settled on her clasped hands.  

“I love you,” he told her, his voice so full of tender warmth that Kagome felt it in her bones. 

“I’m home,” she murmured into his shirt in reply and pressed a kiss between his shoulder blades.