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Mattheo Riddle with reader doing a striptease?

ok this one is fun 🤭 18+?

perhaps it’s late at night, perhaps you’ve been drinking with the boys and pansy, everyone equally as sloshed as the other. the lot of you start playing truth or dare, and inevitably you get hit with a dare to do a striptease.

now, you were given the option to keep your top or bottoms on, should you feel more comfortable that way, but with the liquor coursing through your system and your newfound motivation, you couldn’t really give two fucks.

you and mattheo had been in this tension filled back and forth for quite some time, everyone knows the two of you have been messing around, though the stubborn arse doesn’t seem to wanna’ put aside his goddamn pride and admit that he wants you, exclusively.

you knew this was your perfect chance.

accepting the dare you stand up, somehow managing to swallow your laughter as you lock eyes with mattheo, his brooding browns glued to you with a clear challenge as he’s thinking to himself there’s no goddamn way she’s going to actually do this. strip in front of all your friends? no way.

oh, mattheo. you foolish fuck.

you know damn well that mattheo is the possessive type, but strangely enough he isn’t protesting this. he’s just simply watching you. you know this is just as much a dare from him as it is from the group. a dare to test him. a dare to play with fire. to fuck around and find out.

unfortunately for you, you’ve never been one to back down from a dare.

you pull your bottom lip between your teeth, holding his stare and start by reaching behind your head to slowly let your hair out of your ponytail, allowing its length to sway as it falls and cascades around your face. you notice mattheo’s eye twitch, almost imperceptibly, before he begins adjusting his seated stance slightly, manspreading his legs just a little bit wider.

you choke back a giggle. though you know he noticed.

for a brief second you let your eyes traverse the room, glimpsing enzo and theo and blaise, all hawk eyes and parted lips, not wanting to miss a goddamn thing. you don’t feel too much about this as you know they’ve all seen you dozens of times in a bikini while swimming or tanning--underwear and bra really wasn’t much different. was it?

regathering your focus you shake off the thoughts of potential implications as your hands move to the base of your jumper, fingertips tracing the edge before slowly peeling it up your torso, the draft of the cool room igniting goosebumps on your skin. you pull it up further, spinning around to show them your backside as you tug it up and over your head, tossing it to the floor at your feet.

pansy whistles, giggling and urging you on as you sway your hips slightly to the faint hum of music playing in the background, undeniably lost in the fun of it all as the other boys cheer you on, too, clapping and howling in an absurd way to pump you up. at this point, you’re in damn near hysteria from laughing so hard.

collecting yourself, you tease the band of your leggings while bending at the hips, peering over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of mattheo’s expressions as you begin to slowly peel them down your thighs, your ass in clear view.

mattheo looks like a fucking trainwreck, his hair tousled like his hand had plowed through it, his knuckles pale from gripping his cup so hard you were almost certain it was about to shatter within his palm. his jaw was clenched, so tight it almost looked painful, his eyes the hypnotizing depth of a black hole. you couldn’t tell if he was enjoying this, or utterly fucking hating it.

and as though he could read your mind, it was but a mere few seconds later before he gave you the answer.

you got your leggings about half way down your thighs when he stood up abruptly, interrupting the show and standing behind you to block your ass from the view of the other guys. when they all started grumbling and asking him wtf he was doing, he’d simply tell them to shut up and pick their jaws off the floor before they catch flies.

he’d yank your leggings back up, his lips pressed to your ear as he’d growl. “you win, you little fucking brat.”

you’d shrug, pretending you have no damn idea what he’s on about, and he’d reply with a calm, “yeah whatever you say princess, now let’s go back to my dorm so you can do this again for me in private.”

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better than revenge | chapter two: practice?

Lorenzo Berkshire x Slytherin!reader (ft. Ex!Mattheo Riddle)

Series trope: Fake dating 

Chapter two summary: As with any good fake dating scheme, you’ve got to have rules and perhaps a little bit of practice.

Warning: Kissing, mention of cheating, no use of y/n

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“We have got to come up with a nickname, something like Operation Freedom,” Enzo says, leaning back at his desk, using his hands to support him.

I look up at him from the chair and snicker, “cute but kind of obvious. Wouldn’t work if we want to keep our arrangement a secret. Hmm how about calling it an ordinary item like shoes?”

“Because of how we’ll walk over Mattheo’s patience?” Enzo quips.

I grin, “or a broomstick because of how we’ll beat his sorry ass for cheating on me and all the brotherly trauma he has no doubt caused you.” It was fun hating on Mattheo with someone who gets it.

Enzo laughs then suddenly gets concerned, “So he cheated on you, huh? I never expected much from Mattheo but what a shitty thing to do.”

I curl my fist, “well, what we’ll do will help me get my revenge. I don’t think we can keep mentioning shoes and broomsticks though, let’s keep it simple like,” I scan his dorm, “the book! Since this all started in the library.”

“So every time we talk about The Book, people will think it’s an inside joke between us,” Enzo says.

I nod, “let’s go over the rules one more time. Rule number one, no more hiding from Mattheo. It’s time for me to reclaim my space. Number two, we hang out at areas where he would be 50% of the time so he would see us a lot but not all the time. Just enough to rub it in his face.”

“We do have a life, after all,” Enzo adds. “Number three, I tell my father I am smitten by a wonderful lady,” he says gesturing to me with his hand, “who also happens to come from a powerful family.”

I mock curtsy in the chair, waving both arms to fan my imaginary dress and raise my chin. 

“And we have to attend a ball together,” he adds. “I know you hate them, but I promise I’ll make it fun.”

I nod and continue, “Number four, only we know about the arrangement. Now officially called The Book. And I think that’s it.”

“Nope,” Enzo shakes his head, “there’s one thing we haven’t discussed yet. Kissing,” he says playfully.

“Kissing?” I ask, blushing. I look into his dark eyes. He may be smirking but he’s looking at me intently.

“All this may be fake but I don’t hate the idea of kissing a beautiful girl like you to really sell our story. One of the perks of The Book,” he says.

“I haven’t kissed anyone since Mattheo,” I admit and I hate it. I hate that Mattheo is still the last person I kissed. I hate that I miss the way he used to kiss me like his life depended on it. My lips would be haunted for hours by the ghost of his lips on mine. Now all that haunts me are the memories. I need to do something different, to feel different.

“No pressure, we will only do what you’re comfortable with” he raises his hands and flashes me a kind smile.

“You know, you’re not bad yourself,” I stand up and move towards him. “Maybe I don’t hate the idea of kissing a pretty boy like you too.”

“Practice?” I ask, standing on my toes to move closer to him.

He moans his agreement and closes the gap between as he presses his lips on mine. He kisses me gently and I feel something like butterflies in my stomach. It feels nice to be kissed again and to kiss him back. As our lips move in a steady rhythm, I move my hands up his soft hair and he takes this as a cue to pin me against the wall behind us.

I feel his body against mine, he’s so warm and nice. I take his lower lip between my teeth and I’m rewarded with a moan as the kiss deepens.

He places his hands firmly on my waist, his grip strong and reassuring. He licks my lips gently and I open my mouth to accept his tongue. I feel warm and electric from the core of my stomach all the way down my toes.

Theo suddenly opens the door, “Enzo, would you tell your brother he can’t just—” 

The kiss ends way too soon as Enzo looks at his roommate, face flushed and hair disheveled. I stare at his angular jaw and admire how good his side profile looks. I lucked out with my fake date. 

“So you really did get a room,” Mattheo’s voice breaks my gaze from Enzo, sounding amused. He enters the dorm behind Theo and I move to leave but Enzo keeps his reassuring hold on my waist. He shoots me a meaningful look, reminding me I no longer have to run away.

“You’re killing my game,” he tells Theo. “Either leave or we will continue even with you around.” Enzo looks at me with a mischievous smile and resumes our kiss. I smile on his lips and close my eyes, drowning out the world around us.

His kiss is hungry this time, committed to the show. When he trails kisses down my jaw and neck, an involuntary moan leaves my lips and I raise my chin to give him more access. My body feels alight with fire. As I tilt my head, I notice Mattheo staring at us, his jaw clenched and murder in his eyes.

I move my hand back to Enzo’s hair as Theo turns to leave, pushing Mattheo out with him. 

When the door closes, Enzo takes another second to kiss my neck, gently biting the skin. My toes curl.

“That was — wow,” I say out of breath when he moves away, putting more space between us.

“Yeah,” he says equally flushed, grinning. “And to think we’re just getting started.”

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Author's note: Thank you for all the positive feedback on chapter one! Feel free to comment if you’d like me to tag you when the next one goes live.

I told myself I would publish weekly, but here I am just days later. I didn't expect to write as fast as I have! I have six chapters written and am nearly done with the seventh one. More or less, there will be eleven chapters in the series.

Enzo was the first Slytherin boy I liked and I was frustrated there wasn’t enough fan fics of him. A lot of this is for my fellow Enzo girls (and guys or them). The next chapter will be for Mattheo lovers, it's my fave one so far!

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[fieldofsecretss]

Not ready-D.M

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x pregnant!fem!reader

Warnings: mentions of death, war, dead parents, birth and pain.

A/N: hello loves, in this fic, Draco doesn't have access to his family wealth and money, but he works for his money along with y/n <3 yeah yeah annoying right?

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“Yeah- Jesus, Dray give me space.” You breathed heavily, pushing him away with a light chuckle as the end of a contraction rippled through your body. “It’s not bad. It might be false labor again.”

“I don’t know.” He crossed his arms, fidgeting his feet, not able to stand still. “You’re a week overdue. I think this is happening.”

“I think my opinion on that is more valid than yours.” You huffed, leaning back on the couch and kicking your socked feet up on the coffee table. “And I say, baby isn’t coming today. I don’t feel it.

He rolled his metallic eyes at your stubbornness and sat beside your kicked up feet, patting your purple socks and giving them a squeeze. “You ready to be a mommy?” He gave you a playful smirk.

You hummed through your teeth, relaxing from the previous uncomfortableness. “Are you ready to be a daddy?” You gave him a look

You both gave each other uneasy looks with sly smiles, looking down at your belly. “I’m excited to finally meet her.” His veiny palm went to your navel, rubbing softly. “You have a connection with her that I don’t. I hope..I hope that we’ll be able to bond.”

You placed your hand atop of his, guiding it to a foot that was prodding your side. “You have a connection, Draco. Trust me. I’m the one who’s carrying her, remember? I’ve got a junior miss Draco Malfoy in here.”

He laughed genuinely, leaning down to give your tummy a kiss. “Hurry up, okay? Daddy wants to meet you.”

Nine months ago both you and Draco thought your lives were going to be ruined by the accidental pregnancy, but now, the two of you couldn’t be happier. Your lives were now extremely domesticated. You owned an apartment together, worked jobs and owned your own vehicles. You were even engaged. The boy who didn’t have a choice, the former death eater had grown up. And it was only because of how much he loved you. His friends often made fun of him in the beginning, teasing him for how much he’d changed, when in reality, he hadn’t changed all that much.

The beginning of the pregnancy was hard for both of you. Draco had a lot of unresolved trauma from his own childhood, making him doubt his abilities of a father. If it hadn’t been for Narcissa, you weren’t sure if he would of been able to snap out of it. And then you had your own doubts about mother hood, and you had no mother to help you through your curiosity, but Draco was there for you. It had been you two since day one. You leaned on each other and took care of one another. You were just adding another number to the bunch.

You lived in an apartment complex in Diagon Alley. Rent was surprisingly not terrible, and with two paying jobs, you were both able to keep bills caught up and ready your daughters nursery. He’d wanted to do it himself, but you said no, so he left the decorating to you.

It was a year and a half since the battle. The wizarding world had healed itself and so had you and Draco after having to endure that night. His dark mark faded a little more within the passing months, but they’d always be there. It was okay, though. He didn’t let them bother him anymore. And after that, it taught him a lot about the things he thought were important to him. More so, what wasn’t important to him.

After surviving that night, he cared less about society and the pressure to please his father at all costs. It taught him that if he didn’t have you, he didn’t have anything. He didn’t have purpose. Some had not been so lucky. And some barely ever spoke again or wasn’t the same anymore, and it was hard for Draco to watch his classmates or even friends suffer so badly. It only made him treasure you and your well-being more.

Later that night, Blaise, Theo and Goyle were over at your apartment having pizza and playing with Draco’s pool table. They didn’t even know how to play right, but they still had fun with it. Your contractions were coming about once every hour, but your water hadn’t broke. You were beginning to think Draco may be right. You busied yourself cooking over the hot stove, flipping hamburgers for your guests. Normally, Draco would cook since you didn’t like the heat, but you were trying to busy yourself as to not think about your growing contractions.

You’d taken this whole pregnancy like a champ. You barely had mood swings and only occasionally morning sickness. You didn’t complain like he figured you would. Of course, you had your days, but you aced this nine months. But now, you weren’t feeling so confident. And just at the thought of it, you felt an ache in your back that made you freeze and grip the stove. “Fuck.” You groaned, gaining the attention of the men.

“What? What?” Draco panicked, running to your side. “Is it another one?”

You groaned and nodded as you bent over, breathing sharply as he held you up. “Fuck.” You spat

“That’s another one boys!” Draco beamed, pulling you up as the pain subsided. They didn’t last long, but you knew that would soon change. “How close are they now? Like…every forty minutes, right?” He guided you to sit at the table, pulling a chair out for you.

“Yeah, I think.” You nodded, holding your swollen belly.

“I can’t believe we’re gonna be uncles, man,” Blaise shook Goyle and Theo’s shoulders, hopping once in place. “Pansy is so excited for her next visit so she can see her.”

“Well, I’m glad everyone’s thrilled.” You teased, pushing Draco back so you could try to stand

“Woah, woah, you need to sit down, love” He grabbed your shoulders, trying to usher you back into your seat.

“I’m fine, Dray.” You patted his chest. “It could still be false labor. You’re worrying over nothing.” He let you pass with a creased brow as you went back to your food.

“How do you know when it’s time to go to the hospital?” Goyle lined his pool stick with an eight ball.

“When her water breaks.” He glanced at you over his shoulder, watching you carefully like you were made of glass. “If we can go after midnight, though, our insurance lets us have two free nights at the hospital.”

You were the one carrying this baby, and you also knew that this was not false labor. It was the real deal, and you were also nearly shitting yourself over it. Truthfully, you wanted to cry on the shower floor, but you wouldn’t even be able to stand up without any help. You’d never gotten nervous about any of this before. You were scared shitless in the beginning, sure, but you and Draco had gotten your bearings together rather quickly. After all, you both had done a lot of growing up since the trauma of the war. But with all the talk of labor, you weren’t feeling so confident in your body’s abilities of producing a human being.

“Well, what if her water breaks before midnight?” Theo sat on the pool table, talking as if you weren’t even in the room.

“Then we go to the hospital.” Draco chalked up the end of his pool stick. “Just a plus if it happens later.”

You huffed, turning around and holding a plate of cheeseburgers. “I am right here, you know?”

“Oh, yeah, we know.” Theo grinned. “You’re kinda hard to miss.”

“Ha ha.” You flipped him off, making the guys laugh as Draco took the plate from you and sat it on the table. “Eat your damn food”

While everyone else talked about your unborn child, you kept glancing at the clock. It was four o’clock, and you knew damn well that your water was going to break before midnight. You would have this baby tonight. Merlin, as crazy as it was to believe, you didn’t feel like eating. You passed your cheeseburger to Blaise , who happily scarfed it down while you pretended to not be scared to death, and Draco for once, was too excited to be able to tell that something was wrong.

It was times like these where you missed having the comfort of your mother, even though she hadn’t provided much comfort when she was alive. You just missed a female presence. Honestly, you wished Hermione was there with you, but you weren’t going to demand that she just let everything go just to calm your nerves. While the boys played pool, you sat on the floor and folded baby clothes, your body tense and nervous. You were extremely frustrated with yourself.

“How’s my girl?” Draco crouched down to sit beside you after some time had passed. “You seem awfully quiet.”

“No, no, I’m okay.” You nodded, still folding little baby socks. “Just tryna get this all sorted. Guess I should of done it when I wasn’t so huge.”

He chuckled, draping his arm around your shoulder. “How are you feeling? Think you’ll be getting any more contractions?”

What Draco didn’t know was that you’d already had three more. You’d just gone to the bathroom and ran the sink water while you bit on a towel. They were getting more painful, and you dreaded when your water was going to break. “Nope.” You lied through your teeth. “I told you it’s not gonna happen today.”

He patted your thigh and smirked. “Okay, mama. You just tell when you start to feel one, okay? We need to keep ‘em’ timed right.”

You were doing your own timing, and the last three had came every twenty minutes. “I will.” You gave him a peck on the lips as he stood to head back to his pool game. You knew you shouldn’t be lying. It was gonna get you in trouble, but damnit you were terrified. How in the hell were going to push out a baby? You were going to be ripped in two. You shuddered just of the thought of it...

After a while you decided you needed to get your mind off it, so you decided to join their game. Theo rolled his eyes when you took his spot and made him sit out a round, but obliged when Draco kicked him. You got yourself laughing after awhile when you’d kicked everyone’s asses. Pool was your game, and Blaise was a sore looser. “That’s utter bullshit!” He threw up his hands. “I didn’t even get to shoot! How do you get every pocket full!”

“Because I’m a woman, Blaise.” You leaned against the table. “We know how to handle balls.”

Blaise cringed while Draco and Goyle snickered, leaning shoulder to shoulder while they shared a beer. “That’s my girl!” Draco cheered. “Nine months pregnant and can still kick your ass, Zabini.”

“Don’t get cocky, blondie” You gave him a playfully look, tossing down your stick, “I can still kick your ass too.”

“Ha ha.” Blaise shook his head at him.

You smiled wildly and went to say something else, but a ripple went up in a wave through your abdomen, burning down against your pelvis that made you double. “Oh-” You couldn’t even try to conceal this one.

Draco’s metallic eyes widened and he shot over to you immediately. “Hey, hey, are you okay? I got you, I got you, my love”

Your hand gripped your belly and the other on his bicep, gritting your teeth and letting out a cry. “Oh, Merlin, ow, ow- ouch!”

“Breathe, baby, breathe.” He reached to pull out a chair and slowly helped you sit in it. He crouched below you and took your hands. “You alright? Talk to me, honey.” He reached up to pushed your hair away from your face.

You nodded as you felt a bead of sweat roll down your neck. You exhaled loudly as one last tightening sensation burned against your back, and you leaned your head back in exhaustion. “Damn, that hurt.”

“Alright, Blaise, what was that, man?” Draco looked over his shoulder as Blaise looked at his stop watch.

“Still seems to be once every few hours.”

Draco crossed his brows and swallowed nervously, looking up at you. “Are they supposed to be that painful so early on?”

You shrugged, not liking the sudden attention. “I dunno. It doesn’t matter anyways. We can’t go till after midnight. We can’t afford it.”

“Hey, you let me worry about that.” He squeezed your hand. “You just tell me when we need to be going, okay? I don’t care about our insurance.”

“Well, I do.” You snapped, crossing your arms. “I’m not going till after midnight, Draco. Stop trying to force me to go.”

“Hey, hey, I’m not forcing you-” Draco was beginning to try and apologize, but your defiance made him stall. He gave you a weird look that made your heart race, like he was reading your mind. He sighed frustratedly. “You’ve been having more contractions, haven’t you?”

“What!” You screeched, feeling trapped in your chair. “No, I haven’t!”

“Y/n, don’t lie to me.” He shook his head firmly. “You need to be honest with me, this is serious.”

“You don’t think I know that?” You shoved his hands off of you, and stood, he still helped you even though you didn’t want it. “I’m the one who was to give birth to her, you know? I know how serious it is!” You snapped, ignoring the boys who stood together awkwardly, giving each other nervous glances. “Quite hounding me about it and play your damn game.” You opened the freezer and grabbed your chocolate and salty caramel ice cream you’d been eating for weeks, pushing past him to head to the couch.

“Y/n, don’t do this” He followed you. “I’m sorry, okay. I shouldn’t have said that.” He tried to apologize, sitting beside you on the couch and grabbing your shoulder. “I’m sorry, honey, okay? I’m just nervous, I didn’t- I didn’t mean to be an asshole.”

You pouted your lip and brought the spoon to your mouth, taking a bit as you tried to keep from crying. “It’s fine. I just don’t want you to worry about me. She’s not coming today.”

He apprehensively nodded. “I know, I believe you.”

An awkward tension filled the room as he stared at you while you ate. You didn’t have much color in your face, and he knew that something wasn’t right. And any normal person would assume that it was just nerves, but Draco was able to expect that from you, as to how easy the pregnancy had been for you. He thought you’d sore through the delivery with flying colors.

“Should we go?” Theo cleared his throat awkwardly.

The three stood side by side in the kitchen watching the both of you with nervous glances. “No, you guys can stay.” You brushed off with a wave. “Finish your game, I’m gonna watch tv.”

They nodded and obeyed, but Draco didn’t leave your side. “Draco, you can go play. I’m fine.” You reassured him, clicking on the tv with your remote.

“I know.” He pulled you into his side, arm draped around your shoulder. “But I wanna sit with you.”

Draco knew damn well that something was up, and he wasn’t going to let you out of his sight. You bit your lip but said nothing, sinking back into the couch while you paid no attention to the gameshow on the screen. Draco rubbed your thigh lovingly, then up to your belly. It had been eight minutes since your last contraction, and you prayed you wouldn’t have one sitting right beside him.

You were embarrassed how scared you were. You’d never felt so nervous in your life. You’d heard horror stories about birth before, and sweet Salazar, the picture books Pansy showed you were for nightmares. You weren’t going to be able to handle it. What if you weren’t strong enough? What if you couldn’t tolerate the pain?

You brought up a nail to bite and Draco noticed, but he said nothing. And then it happened again, your breath punctured it’s way out of your lungs and you gasped, doubling over as the tightened burn vibrated up your body.

“I knew it!” Draco squeaked out in a high pitched, panicked tone, holding you as you rode out your contraction. “I knew you were lying to me! Hell y/n-”

“I’m fine.” You moaned through the pain, squeezing your eyes shut as you whimpered.

He gulped and shot up. “Blaise! How close was that? Ten minutes?”

“Nine.” Blaise tapped his watch as he and the guys followed you. “Are you okay? Should we go to the hospital now.”

”Yes”

“No”

Draco whirled around and gave you an incredulous look. “What?!” His blonde hair in the front flew a little as he dramatically flayed his arms about. “You’re nine minutes apart!”

“And that’s too early.” You said firmly, huffing and puffing as the pain went away. Blaise passed Draco to sit beside you, patting your shoulder in support. “We go when my water breaks and when I’m five minutes apart. That’s what the doctor said.”

“Yeah, man you don’t want to be waiting all night in the hospital.” Theo tried to calm Draco down. “Listen to her.”

“Thank you.”

“Shut it idiot.”

Draco took a deep breath and rubbed his face tiredly, looking down at you with a panicked look. “Five minutes apart.” He gulped through a nod.

You nodded back. “Yeah. Now, sit down you’re making me nervous.”

Everyone gathered around you, and the room was dead silent besides your tense breathing. Blaise sat on your left side, Draco on your right, turned to you as he stared at your belly. Goyle and Theo sat on the floor where you had folded your baby’s clothes, staring at Draco for the next move. “Well, somebody entertain me!” You snapped, making them jump at your reaction.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were having contractions?” He said, or at least tried, gently, holding your knee. “If it’s about the insurance, I told you I don’t care about that. I have money saved up.”

“Theo have you read the new book I recommended to you, yet?” Blaise clapped his hands together, trying to change the subject.

“Because I don’t want you worrying, Draco.” You breathed shakily, closing your eyes and trying to tune out the noise. “If we leave when you want us to we’ll be there for hours. Trust me, we have plenty of time.”

“Yeah, man, it was good.” Theo cleared his throat, blinking between the two of you.

“Okay, but don’t lie to me about it, y/n.” He stressed. “We need to keep track, it’s important to-”

“I know, it’s important, Draco!” You shouted emotionally, voice cracking despite your strength. “I’m timing them, okay! Just shut up and let me worry about it!” You glared it him, failing to stand up. “Fuck!” You struggled, and Blaise placed his hands on your upper back to push you.

Draco gulped, shaking his head in disbelief at your outburst. “What is going on with her?” He whispered to his friends, pushing back his hair with sweaty fingers. “What the hell did I do wrong? She’s crazy!”

You ignored whatever whispers were being said about you, and you swallowed back the lump in your throat as you placed your ice cream back in the freezer, slamming the door and turning to the sink to wash your hands. Your breathing became shallow and you felt as if you were going to have a panic attack.

Then, a splat hit the floor that made you jump, and you looked down in horror at the puddle on the floor that soaked your grey leggings. “Oh, my god!” You cried, covering your mouth in shock at the sight.

“Y/n?” Draco heard your exclaim and he hurriedly ran over to you, the guys all following him single file. “What, baby, what is it?” He came to your side and followed your eyes down to the floor, seeing the puddle your purple, socked feet were standing in. “Oh- gross, oh, oh my god! Oh, my- shit! It’s time!” He laughed, bouncing up and down as he hugged you, the boys cheering behind him.

“No, no, no, it is not time, Draco .” You assured, but panic was seeping through your pores easily without care.

His face fell. “What? Y/n..love, you said when your water broke we would go, so- so let’s go!” He tried to smile it off, but your stern expression made his falter.

“Oh, gross.” Theo cringed at the puddle of…well, whatever that was on the floor.

You groaned as you sat down. “No, I said whenever my water broke and my contractions were- oh, oh, ow, ow ouch!” You wailed, gripping the chair as Draco’s hands shot up in a panic, rubbing over to grab his keys.

“Yep, yep, we’re going!” He grabbed his wallet and shoved everything into his pocket. “Goyle, go get the baby bag. Theo you go get her new pants and Blaise- Blaise stand there and look pretty.”

“I’m pretty.” Blaise stuck out his tongue to Theo.

“Oh, god- Draco, love, I’m fine.” Your voice was thick as you tried to speak through the pain, holding your stomach as you shook your head. “We still- we still got time.”

Draco’s eyes widened. “Y/n, let’s- okay, yeah, come on, we need to go. Like right now.” He winced at your sharp gasps of pain as he grabbed your shoulder to try and get you to stand. “Blaise, help me.”

“Honey,” Your body was tense and on fire as you gritted your teeth. “Calm down. It’s okay, just relax- ow, ow,”

“That’s five minutes apart.” Blaise stepped over to the other side of the chair.

“Five minutes!” Draco pointed to his watch. “See that, love? Five minutes. And you said we’d go at five minutes, so we need to go, right? Come on, up, up, up!” You both spoke over top of each other. You tried repeating over and over that you were fine. Draco kept telling you to get up. Blaise tried humming a lullaby to keep everyone calm, and if you hadn’t been so panicked, you would of heard Goyle and Theo trying to pick out a pair of pants that would fit your swollen legs.

Your eyes were closed to keep him from seeing your brewing tears. You were too scared. You couldn’t do this. Nope. Nope. You changed your mind.

“Baby, darling— light of my life, my treasure,” He bent slightly to place a hand on your shoulders, expressions panicked and wired with adrenaline. “Jill to my jack and Juliet to my Romeo, we’ve gotta go.”

Draco’s hands began pulling on your arms, and then you felt Blaise’s. It was enough to send you over the edge.

“No, get off! I’m not going! I’m not going!” You yelled out a nasty sob as your tearful eyes snapped open, you jerked your hands away and Draco’s face fell, and both him and Blaise backed away immediately at your sign of distress. “I can’t do it! I don’t want to do it! I’m too scared!” You sobbed, hot tears staining your cheeks as you covered your face, shoulders shaking with heavy hitches.

“Hey, hey,” Draco said so softly, crouching down to your level. “Sweetheart, hey, look at me.” He peeled your hands away gently, holding them tightly in his grasp. “Are you kidding me?” He smiled sweetly. “Y/n, if there is anyone in the world who can have this baby, it’s you. Merlin, you are so strong. The things you’ve done and seen. You’re going to be such a good mother.”

You sobbed pathetically and gripped his wrist, your nose leaking. “But Dray I’m so scared. Please- can’t you do it for me?”

He chuckled and cupped your cheek. “Oh, love, I wish I could. But I’m gonna be with you the whole time, I swear.”

Your breath started to pick when you felt another contraction start. Draco seen the panic in your face and he reached in for his key. “Blaise, go start the car.” He threw them over his shoulder without looking and heard the door shut.

“You’ve got it love, breath.”

You cried and leaned over to rest your head against his shoulder, and you pinched the skin against his arm as you sobbed and moaned through the ripple of pain. “Oh- god,”

“I’m so scared.” You whimpered. “I won’t be able to do it, Draco. I’m not strong enough.”

He shushed you gently and coaxed you to breath through your contraction, rubbing your back as you cried against him. “You remember what all the moms said at the last lamaze class?” He said into your ear.

“Yeah.” You choked. “They said that their vagina’s were ripped in two.”

He smirked and cupped your neck, pulling you away slightly so he could look up at you. “They said how worth it was. Come on, you remember that, don’t you?”

He wiped your tears with soft thumbs and held your face, his icy eyes full of such passion it made you want to fall over and die. “Remember, Leslie? She said that she forgot all about the pain when she saw her baby. And- and Donna said that everything was worth it once she got to hold her son.”

You looked so frightened, and he sighed, leaning down to place a kiss along the swell of your belly. “Sometimes I hear you talking in your sleep to her love, you’re gonna be such a good mother. She’s almost here. I know you’re ready to meet her.”

You let out a tiny sob and took a breath, your emotions all jumbled together. “Yeah.” You nodded through a thick voice. “I just- Merlin, I just can’t believe we’re doing this. After everything that we’ve been through. I mean..it’s really happening for us.” You let out a whine and closed the space. “I love you.” You kissed him, holding his face. “I love you so much.” You cried.

“I love you too, my sweet girl..are you ready to do this? Ready to go?” He asked with a soft smile on his beautiful pale face.

“Yeah, I’m ready.. will you be there with me? I can’t possibly do this without you, dray” you sniffled a little looking at him with doe eyes.

“I’ll always be there with you, love. Always.” He said and kissed you on your salty cheek. “Now, let’s go and meet our baby girl”

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Hellooo! I know I know, I haven’t posted in months🤦‍♀️ but here I am. I feel like this is shit but enjoy it anyway❤️

[yanderepuck]

The Pets Favorite Toy

Jupiter

He likes anything metal. Anything that will make a clinking sound when he hits it against something. Metal sounds the most pleasing...and happens to be the most annoying

Schelm

Mozart needs to keep him away from his violin bow because he loves to swing that around and ruin the strings on it. But he really loves bells. He has one on his perch and loves to ring it. Sometimes it seems like he's trying to make music with Mozart.

Lumiere

A simple string does the trick. But he has a little stuffed mouse that he carries around. He's always batting it around Leonardo's room and losing it and he cries until Leonardo moves things to be able to get it back out

Brush

Anything he can get his hands on. For a week he just carried around a spoon. He also has a thing for taking Comte's ties and hiding them under the couch.

King

The boy wants to play tug of war with anything. So if he has something in his mouth and you go to take it, he thinks you also want to play. Theo has had shirts rip from this. However he's giving me sick vibes. He just carried around one of Theo's socks when he's working for comfort

Vic

He has a ball he loves to play fetch with, but man does he love to dig in the garden. That has to be his favorite thing to do. He also wants to find the biggest stick and try to carry it.

Harry

Isaac made him a wheel to run on and that's all he does now. Those little legs go so fast. Nyoom. But he would also love digging through packaging peanuts. Putting some treats in there for him to find.

Cherie

String also works for her. But she goes crazy for feathers. So when the birds are shedding, Jean gathers their feathers and puts them on a string for her.

Bunta

Paper. He wants to rip up paper. He thinks it's so much fun to rip it up and put it in his nest. But he will play with anything he can get to. He tends to steal paintbrushes.

Puck

He has a little tunnel he runs in and out of, and is acting like he is hiding. He will sit in it and watch Will do his thing, thinking he is hidden and cannot be bothered from inside the tunnel.

Time

Comte's shoes. If he leaves his shoes out Time will chew on them. But he also loves playing with a ball, chasing it up and down the hallway. Sometimes treats will come out of the ball and.he gets super happy.

Lottie

She has a little kiddie pool and she begs Sebastian to fill it up. If there's no water in it she stands in it and baaas at him. She just wants to play in the lil pool

Marshmallow

Definitely a squeaky toy kind of gal. But also anything crinkly. If it makes noise she wants it. But if it's a squeaky she wants to rip it out and then play with the toy. They have no clue why. She just wants to rip something to shreds and take it's heart out

Mephie

Faust gives her a lot of little kid puzzles and she loves them. The ones where you have to fit the right shape through the right hole? She loves it. But she also has a little stuffed animal she carries around and she CRIES when Faust has to wash it.

Louis

Basically anything he's allowed to chew on. They give him teething toys and he sits there and chews. However. He also loves the red dot. And the fact that he can climb makes it even more fun for Charles.

[imaginedreamwrite]

Christmas countdown day 25 — Open presents

You don’t know how you managed to forget your gift to Curtis until the moment Theo and James wanted to open presents on Christmas morning. You had been so busy with the boys making cookies for Santa, finishing up last minute lists, decorating their rooms after they begged and pleaded you to, and wrapping their last minute presents.

You’d been so focused on them that you’d forgotten what Curtis had gotten from you. You had let it slip your mind until the very moment that he grabbed your gift with languid motivation, while you were internally flipping out.

“I forgot something.” You made the excuse and darted out of the room toward the kitchen, aiming for a glass of cold water to calm your nerves while listening to Theo and James tearing into more presents.

You rallied yourself into a corner as you gulped down water and let yourself think of every and all possibilities or probabilities that could face you. You had been seeking an out to either steal the present back or make yourself sparse for then next hundred years.

“Mousey.” You squeaked when he entered the kitchen, a daunting smirk upon his face and a swagger in his step. “Why’d you run off before I could open my gift?”

“Curtis, Curtis…” you set the glass down and licked your lips, feeling as if you were in the Sahara rather than in a snowy city. “Look about-“

“That’s one hell of a gift, baby.” He encroached upon you, the book in his hands and his eyes dropping from your eyes to your lips and then the swell of your breasts. “There’s a lot in here.”

“I didn’t know what else…but then I thought-” you stammered, your heart thrashing as he came around the counter and began to trap you in.

“You thought what?” His smirk grew, his eyes had become devoured by lust.

“C-can I have them back?” You pushes yourself against the counter, a slight quiver to your hands and legs as if you’d become hyper aware of how tough and burly he was.

“My only suggestion little Mousey,” Curtis first cupped your cheek and then brushed your hair behind your ears, “was that you should have made more?”

“More?” You were confused, and then you felt the hard edge of his erection pressing into your belly. “M-more..? Oh…Oh!”

He yanked you to his chest and slipped his hands down your back to the curve of your ass and back again, his lips and teeth nipping your neck. He was feeling you with every intention of devouring you, ungraciously making you electrified with his touch.

“I don’t know how many I could go through tonight.” Curtis hummed, he squeezed your ass and ground himself into you. “Do I think you should start with a strip tease? Or should I make you give me a massage?”

“Curtis I really overstepped-“

“No, no baby.” He corrected you with another purr. “You gave me the perfect gift. But how am I supposed to keep my hands off of you until Theo and James have a sleepover with Scott or Steve?”

“I-I guess-“

“Mama! Daddy!” Theo and James called you from the living room, begging for you to watch them finish opening presents.

“I’m redeeming two tonight, Mousey. With how much fun Theo and James had tonight? They won’t be waking up.” To make his point Curtis had slipped two of the folded coupons beneath your dress into the left cup of your bra.

“Merry Christmas, Mousey.” Curtis tapped his finger against your lips and gave you another smirk, walking away from you while you were stunned.

[xxsycamore]

—𝙊𝙪𝙧 𝙐𝙜𝙡𝙮 𝙂𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙢𝙖𝙨 𝙎𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧!✨

► SYNOPSIS:

"Let's say I understand the idea behind this," Isaac says through gritted teeth, doing everything in his power not to throw a fit and make things worse, "DOES IT HAVE TO BE ON MY BIRTHDAY?"

▍isaac, comte, leonardo, arthur, theo, vincent, dazai, sebastian, jean, napoleon, mozart, shakespeare ▍rating: G ▍tags: Crack; Christmas Party; Birthday Party; Modern Era; Alternate Universe - Modern Setting; Humor; Ugly Holiday Sweaters; Blackmail; Drunkenness; Alcohol; Singing; Exes; Napo's exes; Leonardo and Comte are dating; and arthur and theo def have something going on; Minor Violence ▍wordcount:  2,784

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▍a/n:  HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ISAAC! ... also, is it really Christmas if I don't think of at least one of the disaster ikemen friend groups™ having a disastrous party? Needless to say, I had TONS of fun writing this, and I hope you might do, too ❤ Merry Christmas! Regardless if you celebrate or not, I hope this makes you laugh! ✨🎅🏻✨

Written for mine and @voltage-vixen’s ‘Tis The Season For Love challenge! PROMPT: Starting with preparations way too early

This is ALSO an entry for @scummy-writes's Isaac Week 2022! Day Two: Birthday Wishes || Traditions

"Let's say I understand the idea behind this," Isaac says through gritted teeth, doing everything in his power not to throw a fit and make things worse, "DOES IT HAVE TO BE ON MY BIRTHDAY?"

Aaand so much for his attempts. It's rare of him to raise his voice, and Dazai emphases on that fact with an exaggerated scene of covering his ear. Maybe he isn't feigning being in pain. He is, surely, close enough to the screaming Isaac to get his eardrum busted. Even though being so close to him is something he did to himself.

"Not my fault that you have your birthday on Christmas day, Apple-kun. Rules are rules and we all agreed by them."

Now you decided to follow rules, Isaac thinks, still not having gulped down the fact that he's now practically tied to the clown in the room. They're stuck together in an oversized sweater which is by the way very ugly, even by his own standards. Not that he dresses up ugly or anything like that! It's just that he doesn’t mind wearing clothes that are regarded as being something that grandpas wear. At least that's what Arthur says all the time, finding more and more excuses to load his wardrobe with some of his own clothes that fit him. Speaking of Arthur, Isaac's sole reason to still be having some of his mind not lost to the absurdity of all that's happening on this Christmas-birthday party, is that Arthur is not doing any better than him. Is he a bad person for being happy about that? Probably yes. But he's currently atoning for it via this punishment, so he might as well indulge secretly in it.

The sweater in question is mimicking what those cut-outs for pictures do, by having a caricatured version of Santa and an elf in the front, Isaac and Dazai's heads respectively in the right place to complete the (cursed) picture.

Arthur and Theo are sharing a similarly ugly sweater, called the getalong Christmas sweater (much like the one currently worn by the duo Isaac + Dazai) or something like that. The design is simple yet screaming in the worst of ways; it reads "ON THE NAUGHY LIST" in comic sans, in a fashion that resembles what happens when you move a picture on Microsoft word. It's simply off-center, with a stamp of a Christmas tree barely fitting in the front of the shirt. It all might be a result of a mistake in the printing, or maybe there IS someone so vile out there designing those things on purpose.

Theo and Arthur laugh in sync at the sight of the next suffering victims of the friend group's new tradition, then stop, realize that they've been accidentally sharing an emotion for a mere second, and frown. Arthur's frown is smaller, though. He almost seemed too eager to get in the sweater with Theo earlier, though Isaac might have been imagining things. He's not so sure anymore. They've all already drank a lot.

As if by some strange miracle, neither the slutty writer nor the dumb writer are his center of annoyance tonight.

He's always regarded Mozart as someone who shares the same fate as him, having to deal with the rest of their friend group and their dumbassary.

Yet, why is he not sharing a sweater with anyone? He's never been an example of friendliness! It's so unfair. He feels betrayed.

Of course, the answer is very simple. With the amount of alcohol passed around, it was only a matter of time before someone got Mozart to drink, and the man has a nonexistent tolerance for the stuff. Instead of passing out or something like a normal person, of course he has to become a whole another person when drunk. Isaac feels bad for the possible blackmailing that can follow, with phones already drawn out and cameras capturing the rare event. On the other hand…what are they exactly going to blackmail him with? Being a good person for a change? Ooooh how very embarrassing. On a second thought, Isaac doesn't feel too bad with his cold feelings towards the musician. He might not be sharing an ugly sweater with anyone but he won't even remember it the next morning anyway!

Said musician is busy laughing and patting people on the back, enjoying everyone's company and pouring them more drinks. Which is very welcomed for the punished ones, because surely they can't coordinate themselves good enough to get the job done when even opening the bottle proves to be a difficult task when having one hand each.

"Leonardo, it seems like this idea of keeping anyone on good terms is working well. Let us have a toast about that." Comte raises his glass to his boyfriend, leaning slightly on him because of how tipsy he managed to get. Leonardo, who has crazy high tolerance on the other hand, has to remind him that he just raised a toast to him a second ago.

"Another one? Damn, ok, if you insist. You can thank me again for coming up with the getalong sweater idea."

"Excuse you?" Comte focus his gaze on the man, every trace of his previous bliss erased from his face. "It was clearly my idea, Leonardo."

"I remember that you gave me a kiss for it. I can still feel it." Leonardo smirks, confident in his version of the recent events, emphasizing on it by making kissy lips at Comte.

Comte keeps a cold gaze. He simply splashes the rest of his champagne on Leonardo.

"Hey! Now I need to change."

After some reminiscing about how tranquil his past birthdays used to be, before meeting all of those people, Isaac snaps out of his trance as he sees the hosts of the party, Leonardo and Comte, re-entering the room together, sporting an getalong sweater. Their design is even more eye-catching than the rest, mostly because it's so damn unintentional that it's hilarious. It's actually a good model, a cute pair of reindeers on the front with nothing off about their looks. But the text above seems to have suffered an awfully unfortunate lack of supervision, as evident by the typo, or typos made in it. It reads, "I'm he's," on Leonardo's tits, with an arrow to Comte, and then "He'm I's" on Comte's pecs, with an arrow to Leonardo. Isaac stops looking at their chests for the time being.

He didn't even realize they had a fight, mainly because of their already strong old-gay-couple energy and the fact that it was normal for them to have some quarrels from time to time and call them off pretty quickly. Interesting how they ended up sharing the same fate as the rest of the room.

Mozart is, once again, untouched in terms of punishment.

It's amazing that Isaac can glare at him, ignoring everything surrounding him, including Sebastian's poor attempt of putting himself on the naughty list by """accidentally""" knocking off someone's glass off the table. He proceeds excitingly repeating, "I'm a naughty little butler! I'm a naughty little butler!" followed by asking to be punished to be put in a sweater with someone else from the room. It seems like everyone could do, and poor Vincent is too much of an angel not to sacrifice himself. He lies that it was his glass that was knocked off, and in the next moment they're together in an abomination of a wool clothing. Vincent is unironically enjoying the sweater, which is depicting Edvard Munch's Scream, but with a Christmas hat on the screaming one's head. If the execution wasn't so bad, it would actually pass as an unique design.

"Ohh, it seems like it's time for the birthday boy to blow off the candles!"

Arthur's exclamation MIGHT have been just so Napoleon can stop drunk-singing already. Sorry, he's not drunk. That's what he insist, at least, but his little concert says otherwise. It's not a Christmas party without ABBA and other classics, that much everyone agrees upon, but Waterloo followed by Last Christmas I Gave you my hearttt but the very next daaay YOU GAVE IT AWAAAAY seems to be telling a story somewhere between the lines. It's a good time he was stopped before he can find an even sadder song to vent his feelings through.

It's impressive how Theo and Arthur are able to introduce the big cake into the room with one hand each, but their surprising sync is a story for another party. In an award event of Arthur trying to find his lighter in the pocket of his pants and Theo shouting something at him in the process where he touched in the wrong place, soon all the candles are lit and they all sing the so very familiar happy birthday tune.

 Isaac smiles a genuine smile and thinks of a wish. For the most of the evening, he wished Dazai would just pass out or something, so he doesn't have to deal with him anymore. Now he makes a more proper wish, and blows all the candles. Everyone starts clapping, and for a second, it turns wholesome. In the next second, Isaac feels a hand on the back of his head, shoving him down. He should've seen this happening.

*BANG*

Surely now, Isaac's face meeting the cake shouldn't make such a scary hitting sound.

That's when he remembers that he's conjoined with Dazai. Having his head pushed down would mean that Dazai was pushed down, too, meeting with the… table.

Arthur realizes that even before him, but his reaction is not the same as Isaac's. His eyes widen but then,

"Three times for good luck!"

BANG

BANG

Dazai doesn't stand back upwards this time. He might be dead, or at least has passed out.

Holy shit, I think my wish just came true, Isaac doesn't say out loud, features frozen in shock.

"Pft. Ahahaha! AHAHAHAHAHHAH"

The hearty laugher doesn't belong to Isaac, or Arthur, or anyone else in the room who hates the purple-haired freak, much to everyone's surprise. It's Mozart's. He seems to be very entertained from the show taking place in front of him, alcohol dulling his sense of what's morally right to laugh at, or maybe assuming that Dazai is playing dead. It wouldn't be the first time, after all.

This is Isaac's chance!

"Hey!" He points towards Mozart where noone dared say anything, "That's not very friendly of you!"

"Yeah."

"He has a point."

Isaac feels truly triumphal now. His birthday certainly started well, with justice coming to light, and with Dazai passed out.

Napoleon sobs from the side, moved from the scene. "I knew you'd call out evil when it happens, Isaac. That's why you're my good friend."

"Thank you, Napoleon."

"You deserve only nice things."

"Thanks, Napoleon."

"I hope noone breaks your heart EVER, Isaac."

"Uhh. Thanks?"

As his friend breaks down in real manly tears, Isaac scans over the room with a horrific realization: everyone else has a pair already. It's funny how they all ended up having to go through the getalong sweater punishment, even sweet Jean who is now in a sweater with Shakespeare. Their sweater is very, very bland, with a fuzzy string that is supposed to be a garland going from one sleeve to another, but looks more like a worm on a string attached to a random sweater. And the color is pretty ugly too. Thank god Jean's face is there to make things a little prettier. Oh, and Shakespere is there too, he guesses. But enough about these two. With all the possible candidates narrowed down to his dear friend Napoleon, Isaac feels karma weighing down on him.

Soon the crying Napoleon and the laughing Mozart are shoulder to shoulder, sporting an ugly getalong sweater. As noone predicted that many of them in use, the only one lying around is not even a christmas-themed one, brought on the pile by who-knows-who, and it has an among us illustration. Theo snaps a picture of the lovely disaster, just as he did with everyone that night, even if his camera roll is mostly taken by Vincent pics, because by his words, "he's the only one rocking it".

***

Much, much later in the night, Mozart starts feeling a familiar headache.

He hates himself for being tricked into drinking so much yet again. The person next to him who keeps wiping his tears in HIS sleeve is not helping with his overall state.

"Napoleon, that's enough. They don't deserve your tears and you know that."

Seeing that it had no effect, Mozart changes his strategy, wanting to give him a pat on the back along with what he says but then he remembers it's impossible because of the stupid sweater. How did they end up like this, anyway?

"Why don't you invite them here? Alexander loves drama, and Wellesley, well… I'm sure he'll find a way to have fun too."

Napoleon stops sobbing, letting out a weak laugh instead. "You know we can't. You remember what happened last time when we played uno."

That's true. The destructive aftermath of it was threatening the lives of many. They simply couldn't get along.

Mozart sighs, feeling his headache worsening.

"Look, let's at least throw that thing away." Having had his full of this sweater bullshit, he pulls it over his head until it hangs loosely on Napoleon. The latter gives no indication of wanting to part with it anytime soon, but that's alright, whatever makes him happy. Mozart stands up and finally gives him that encouraging pat on the back. "I'm going to get you water and some tissues, wait for me."

Well, at least he can be not an asshole. And he was going to go search for painkillers anyway.

Unsurprisingly, things don't work in his favor and he finds none in the kitchen, but in the process of searching for them he remembers the second cake. A second cake is another tradition of their friend group, seeing that many birthday parties result in somehow destroying the first one. He takes a plate and cuts a nice slice of it, bringing a small fork along.

In the corridor, he runs into the person he was searching for, for a chance.

"Hey Isaac."

The strawberry haired man stops on his tracks, visibly surprised. He holds a glass of water and what appears to be painkillers.

"Hangover too?"

"Ah, no, actually those are…for you. I figured, uh, that you might feel not so good after all that."

Mozart makes a surprised humming noise, thinking for a bit then sitting right there on the floor, leaning against the wall. It's unsanitary and pretty much against his  principles, but he's going to take a long and thorough bath when he goes home anyway. And he's afraid there is no available sitting area left where there are no weirdos.

Isaac follows suit, leaning his back on the opposite wall, handing Mozart the glass and the pills. He receives the slice of cake in return.

Before popping the pill in his mouth, Mozart nods towards the cake. "It's for you."

Isaac is surprised, almost embarrassed even. He didn’t expect that, and guilt is still heavy on his chest. He knows it must have been due to the alcohol that he held a temporary grudge against Mozart, he knows that the musician knows none of it too. But even after bringing him painkillers, he feels bad.

"You know, Wolf… I might be the reason why you ended up having to wear a getalong sweater with Napoleon. I'm sorry."

"Hmm?" Mozart mutters, finished emptying the contents of the glass. "Oh, that's fine. I'm glad it was him and not someone more annoying. Thank you."

Oh.

"You're not mad?"

"No? Why would I be. At the end of the night you're still the only one with a brain around here. Oh and hey, Happy Birthday, Isaac."

Isaac smiles, busying himself with the cake before he can do something more embarrassing, seeing that he's already blushing.

"Thank you."

"I can only imagine how it was being stuck all night with Dazai. My apologizes."

Isaac gulps down his bite, eager to say something. He also just now realizes that the cake is apple-flavored, and he's pleasantly distracted by that. As a whole, he needs to admit, his birthday actually has started very well. Sitting here on the floor eating cake in the company of Mozart, on this… a little unhinged Christmas-birthday party organized by his friends, he is thankful.

"Oh, don't worry about him. He hit his head thrice and passed out. You were there, do you remember?"

"No, I don't. Woah. That's amazing. Please tell me more about it."

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WHATCHAMACALLIT||PJM|| PROLOGUE

The feeling of that night replays in Kadira’s mind, over and over again. Never stopping, she reminisces about the same thing, his hair, his body, his voice, his eyes… those eyes. Full of lust and satisfaction. Never in a million years would she think that she could feel anything slightly similar to the touch of that guy… that mysterious guy, who’s name she might have forgotten, however his face will always be stuck in her head… making her feel that same satisfaction as she did before.

Warnings|| Explicit scenes, crying, fighting, arguing, threats, guns, drinking, cursing, unprotected sex, etc.

Rating|| 18+

Genre|| angst, lemon, smut

Author's note|| yeahhh soo this is the ff I've been working on, the other parts will come soon. Promise

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April 21st, 2020 Haebaragi University

A loud banging noise approached KaDira's dorm room, Who the fuck would ever knock on her door like this? Getting up off of her sofa, walking towards the door, she lets out an annoyed sigh before unlocking and swinging the door open. Of course its Soona. And she forgot her key. Again.

"Soona what the actual fuck?" KaDira shook her head, "Why can't you just knock like a normal person would? And where is your key?"

"Sorry, I'm just so excited!" She squealed like a dying cat on the side of a sidewalk.

"About?" KaDira questioned, letting the blonde haired female with fair skin walk inside the room.

"You're not gonna believe it!" She stalled.

"Just tell me Soona!" KaDira grew impatient.

"Okay, Okay." She shouted, "So you know my boyfriend, right?"

"Jungkook? Of course," KaDira scoffed, "He's like, one of the most popular douchebags on campus, besides Tae and Theo."

"Yeah well he's throwing a party tonight and he's inviting all the upperclassmen." She explained.

"And?" KaDira shrugged.

Soona tilted her head at KaDira, expecting her to catch on to why that information was important and why she was so excited about it.

KaDira's eyes widened, "Oh hell no, I'm not going."

Soona smacked her teeth, "KD please!" She begged, "This is our last year here, and you haven't gone to one frat party."

"That's a fucking lie, I've been to two of them." KD scoffed.

Soona rolled her eyes, "You went to a party off campus that got shut down by Mr.Lee as soon as it started, and the other one was not a party, it was a Christmas gathering for people who didn't want to leave campus."

"Which was very fun by the way," KD said, moving her locs out her face.

"I don't care how fun it was. You're coming to this party." Soona scoffed.

KD leaned on the doorframe, accepting the fact that Soona wasn't going to leave her alone about the party, "I don't even have any 'party' clothes."

"Lucky for you, I have lots!" Soona smiled.

"Yeah, no." KD waved her hand, "I'm not dressing like you."

"What's wrong with how I dress?" Soona groaned.

"I'm not walking around practically naked," KD rolled her eyes.

"It's nothing wrong with showing a little skin KD," Soona got up off the sofa and walked into her room, straight to her closet.

"Yeah your definition of 'little' is completely different from mine," KD exaggerated.

"You're gonna have to manage, we're the same size anyway." Soona snickered, looking at the outfit choices in the closet.

"And how do you know that?" KD said, folding her arms.

"Well uh," Soona laughed nervously, "I borrowed some of your clothes before."

"Kim Soona!" KD shouted.

"It was only at the beginning of the semester, I haven't done it since." Soona shrugged.

"You could have asked," KD argued.

"Oh hush, you didn't ask me for my hair cream you used without my permission," Soona scoffed.

"That was in the ninth grade!"

"It still happened didn't it!"

KD shook her head in annoyance. Soona continued to search for an outfit.

"Ah... This is the one right here." She smiled, holding a shiny, dark purple outfit out to KD.

"Purple isn't really my color.." KD hesitated.

"Girl take the fucking dress," Soona groaned.

Kd rolled her eyes and snatched the dress from Soona, and went into the bathroom.

Slipping on the dress and standing in front of the mirror, KD was in complete shock. The dark purple dress with major cleavage, a slit on the side and a choker that was attached really complemented her dreadlocs and milk chocolate skin.

"KD come out," Soona shouted from the other side of the bathroom door, "We need to speed this process up."

KD swung the bathroom door open and Soona's jaw dropped to the floor, "Oh my.."

"Well, how do I look?" KD shrugged.

"You look like a bad bitch. A bad bitch that will take anyone's boyfriend." Soona squealed in excitement.

"Alright," KD chuckled, "I don't plan on taking anyone's man."

"Well you better prepare yourself, because every guy at this party is going to want a piece of you," Soona teased.

"Yeah, I doubt that." KD scoffed.

"Maybe you'll get lucky and y'know," she teased, nudging KD's arm, "Hook up."

KD looked at Soona, "A one night stand? At a frat party?"

"You say that as if that's impossible." Soona rolled her eyes.

"For me, it is." KD shrugged, "One night stands seem childish to me."

"Well they aren't," Soona scoffed, "It's just having fun."

"Childish." KD exaggerated...

"Well you're dressed, So now I'm gonna go change," Soona squealed.

"Oh god we're gonna be here for hours." KD groaned.

About forty five minutes later, Soona came out of the bathroom, dressed in the most provocative pink and black slim dress, her hair was gathered into a ponytail with little hairs on the side, and she had earrings that would blind you for weeks, "Ready to go?"

KD nodded, getting off the sofa and letting out a soft exhale.

Soona smiled, and grabbed her keys and they both headed out the door.

As they pulled off, KD nervously tapped the window.

Soona noticed her nervous gestures and sighed, "Kadira, there's nothing to be nervous about. You'll be fine."

"Easy for you to say," KD scoffed, "You've been to lots of these parties, you're more social than I am."

Soona shrugged, "Sometimes you have to step outside of your comfort zone babe. You may not like it at first but it will get better as you go."

"Yeah, yeah." KD waved her off, continuing to tap.

After what felt like hours, they pulled into a parking lot that sat right in front of a house with flashing lights and loud music.

"How on earth is this allowed?" KD chuckled in disbelief.

"Jungkook kind of paid off the teachers to keep their mouths closed," Soona smirked.

"Of course he did," KD rolled her eyes.

"Come on!" Soona said ,hopping out the car.

KD took a deep breath and followed Soona to the front doors.

As they approached the doors, a black haired male, who is supposedly a lookout, greeted them with a warm smile, "Soona, Kadira."

"Hi Mark." KD waved politely.

He gestured to them to go ahead and walk in, telling them to have fun.

Soona and Kadira walked through the doors and the sound of music and chatting rang in Kadira's ears, the smell of alcohol and weed filled the air.

"Kim Soona!" a deep male voice called from a far, "Is that you?"

Soona turned around, only to see a tall male with dirty blonde hair, and a sleeve of tattoos walking up to her with a bottle of Hennessey in his hand.

"Babe, are you kidding me? You're drunk already?" Soona scoffed.

Jungkook threw his arm around her and smiled, "I'm a little tipsy," He looked over at KD and flashed a smile, "Hi KD,"

"Hi JK." She giggled at his immaturity to drinking.

His head turned back to Soona, looking her up and down, smirking, "You look nice."

Soona smiled, "I know," She looked around the room, raising an eyebrow, "Where's Tae?"

Jungkook rolled his eyes, "Probably drinking his life away with Theo," he said, pointing into the kitchen.

Soona kissed Jungkook goodbye, grabbed KD's arm, and dragged her into the kitchen, where they approached the highly attractive brown haired male and his blue haired friend. Both were intoxicated.

"Look at you two," She scoffed, "Pathetic. How could you drink without us?"

Taehyung looked up and smiled, "Soona, Hey." he murmured. He turned his head and looked at the stunning female beside her and opened his mouth in shock, ".. Am I just really drunk, or is this goddess I'm staring at Kadira Lee?"

Soona giggled, "It's definitely Kadira, isn't she stunning!?"

KD flashed a smile and chuckled a bit.

"Stunning is far too modest." Tae scoffed, "She's out of this world," he placed his hand over his face, "Do I need to worry about you and pull the big brother card? Pretty sure the majority of the guys here are going to want to be all up on you tonight."

"No need to worry about me Tae," KD said, running her hands through his hair, "I doubt that's gonna happen."

"Yeah right," Tae rolled his eyes.

"Is.. Theo alright?" Soona giggled nervously.

All three of them turned their heads to the blue haired male whose face was as red as a cherry tomato, lying with his head on the table.

"He'll be fine," Tae waved him off, he passed Soona and KD red cups and signaled them to the fridge.

Soona squealed and rushed to the fridge, searching for the fruity liquor. Once she found some, she grabbed KD's cup and put ice in it, then poured a good amount of the liquor. KD hesitantly looked at her friend.

"Don't worry, it's not hard liquor." Soona reassured her.

KD inhaled, and gulped the cup down.

"Woah," Soona shouted, "When did you become a party animal KD?"

"Oh shut up," She grunted, "Pour me another cup."

"Yeah!" Tae shouted, "That's what I'm talking about,"

Time passed by, and the amount of liquor in KD's system grew more and more. Slowly becoming intoxicated, she sat on the couch zoning out.

"Woah KD, You alright?" Soona touched her shoulder, concerned.

KD stared into the crowd of people.

"Kadira!" She snapped her fingers in front of KD's face.

"Hm," KD Finally snapped out of her trance.

"You alright?" She said moving her dreadlocs behind her ear,

"I'm fine, really fine." KD giggled.

Suddenly, Her eyes flowed towards the door, where a male with black, slick hair walked into the living room. No doubt this guy was stunning, his beauty was far beyond anything Kadira had seen in her life.

"Who- Who is he?" KD pointed towards the door in shock.

"Oh him," Soona said in a sneaky tone, "That's Park Jimin, he's not really known for anything but his beauty and the fact that his parents own a famous Café. Why? Wanna talk to him?"

KD shook her head, "Nah, too angelic."

"What do you mean? You two would be perfect." Soona scoffed.

KD shook her head in disagreement, "Nope, that would never work. Pretty boys like him break hearts." She took another sip from her cup, and threw it on the floor," I wanna dance."

Soona's eyes widened, "Uhm no.. You are in no condition to be dancing."

"Oh shut up!" KD stuttered, "You're not my mom." She hopped on top of the living room table, and started giggling.

"KD got down from there," Soona said, regretting her decisions on giving her alcohol in the first place.

Suddenly, Soona heard the speakers start playing "28 Reasons by Seulgi" and instantly start praying that KD didn't pay any mind to it.

But of course she did.

She start rocking her hips to the music, and singing.

"Tae come help me!" Soona shouted to him from the living room.

Tae laughed and walked to the living room, "Alright KD.. That's enough," He gently grabbed her arm, trying to get her down off the table.

"No, I gotta finish the dance," She yelled, pulling away from Tae's grasp.

People started laughing, singing the song with her, and recording her foolishness.

Before the song could finish, KD started rubbing her forehead, "Shit my head.."

"Oh honey, I think you should go upstairs and go lay down." Soona said, finally getting her off the table, touching her face, "You're burning up."

"Mkay," KD said standing up, almost falling to the ground.

"Woah there, You need help getting upstairs?" Soona grabbed her.

"I got it." She stuttered.

"KD you're drunk." Soona argued.

"No, No." KD slurred, "I can manage." She regained her balance and headed upstairs.

Walking past locked doors, She attempted to find an unoccupied room. She came across a room with the door unlocked and opened it, only to see a fully naked couple, kissing on the bed, "Wow!" She gasped in shock and embarrassment.

The couple jumped up in a fright and panicked.

KD quickly covered her eyes, "For future reference,  lock the door." She muttered nervously before leaving back out.

She walked down the hallway, replaying that image of the couple in her head, "God.. I never wanna see that again." She mumbled to herself.

Finally she found a room that was completely empty, and luckily had a bed that looked comfortable. She slid her shoes off and plopped on the bed, letting out a deep sigh before falling asleep.

About Twenty minutes later, Kadira was awakened by someone opening the door. She turned around in shock, letting out a frightened gasp, "Who the hell-" To her surprise, the same angelic male who she had seen downstairs, was standing in the door, with a confused look on his face.

"Who are you? And what are you doing here?" The male asked, in a deep but soft voice.

"I'm Kadira," She groaned, still intoxicated, "And I could ask you the same thing. What are you doing here? Haven't you heard of knocking?"

"Well if you haven't noticed, this party is in the boys lounge.. Therefore, these rooms up here are the boys' dorm rooms.." He explained, "This. Is my room."

KD's eyes widened in shock, "Excuse me?"

"That's my bed." He chuckled, pointing to the bed she was lying on.

Kadira slurred, as she sat on the side of the bed palming her forehead, "Oh I'm so sorry, I had no clue-"

"Nah, It's fine, it's fine." He assured her, laughing, "I don't mind." He walked around the bed and went into his closet, pulling out a black hoodie, and unbuttoning his white button down shirt., "You look familiar, Aren't you the girl who was standing on the table singing a couple of minutes ago?"

"I was, wasn't I.." She sighed, palming her forehead in embarrassment.

"It was pretty entertaining," He chuckled, "Why'd you come up here?"

"I was just trying to sleep this-" She muttered, turning to the male, quickly turning back, "Woah.. What the hell are you doing?"

Jimin looked at her with confusion, "I'm changing my shirt? Problem?"

"Yes!" Kadira yelled, "I mean no, this is your room but I'm still in here. I can leave if you're gonna-"

"I said there's no need for that. I don't mind you being here." He shrugged.

"But you're changing, I don't wanna see all of that." She scoffed, "I barely know you."

Jimin laughed, "There were abt ten guys downstairs shirtless. Didn't bother you then did it?"

KD stuttered, "No.. But I still don't wanna see-"

"Yet, I see you watching me from the corner of your eye," Jimin scoffed, "I'm sorry. But that shirt was stained, and I couldn't stand the sight of it."

"Uh-huh.." KD mumbled, staring at the male from a far, suddenly she got this massive shock of pain in her stomach, "Fuck.."

"Oh shit," Jimin said, rushing over to the female who was groaning in pain leaning over the bed, "You alright?"

"Mhm," She hummed, "I'll be fine." She grunted, gripping the side of her stomach.

"No, No you won't not without some medicine," he said rushing into his bathroom, and grabbing a bottle of pills that read, "Hangover no more" on the front of it, he rushed to his mini fridge and grabbed a small water bottle, "Here take this."

KD looked up at the male and realized she was closer to him than she thought, his beauty was like no other. She grabbed the pill and took the water bottle with it.

Jimin silently looked at the female as she took the pill, and took a sip of the water he gave her, "You said your name was Kadira right?" He smirked.

She nodded.

"Well Kadira," He said in a seductive tone, "This is my first time seeing you at one of these parties, how come I haven't seen you at others"

"I don't enjoy parties." She looked back up at the male and saw that he was somewhat tipsy, his rosy cheeks showed it all.

"Why not" He smiled.

"Dunno... Just don't be around lots of people." She muttered, she looked down at her feet, avoiding looking into his eyes.

"That's surprising to hear after seeing your little performance downstairs," He chuckled.

"Its the drinking that's doing that," She shrugged, "Parties and people really aren't my thing, my friend forced me to come here."

"And you're telling me," He said, lifting her chin up, "A pretty girl like you stays in her dorm room all day?"

"Guess so." She laughed nervously, "God why is he so close," She thought.

Jimin stared at Kadira for about a good three minutes, her heart started pounding out of her chest.

"Y'know.." Kadira slurred, "You're not so bad yourself.." she felt her body moving closer to him, in her mind she thought What the hell am I doing.

"Oh yeah?" Jimin laughed, "What do you mean by that?"

"Yeah.. Your facial features are.. Beautiful." She muttered.

Jimin slowly inched closer to her, with his hand slowly approaching her thigh, "Keep going," he said in a slightly seductive tone, as if he was aroused by her talking about his beauty.

"Like, your eyes are very vibrant, and your lips.. They look very soft." Kadira whispered.

"Really?" he smirked, bringing his face closer to hers, "Wanna feel how soft they are?"

"Huh?!" Kadira said in a slight panic, "No I don't think-"

"Shh." Jimin pressed his lips against hers. As much as Kadira wanted to hold back, she couldn't get enough of the taste and feeling of his soft lips.

Slowly, his hands made their way up the side of her dress, fidgeting with her underwear.

"Wait.." KD muttered, moving his hand, "I've never.. Done this before."

Jimin chuckled a bit, he lifted her chin and smiled, "Neither have I."

KD's eyes widened in shock, there was no way this man was a virgin.

Jimin pulled Kadira back into a kiss as he slowly took his shirt off.

Kadira opened her eyes for a split second, only to see the male's upper body.

"Like what you see?" Jimin smirked, as he picked Kadira up by her thighs, and pinned her against the wall.

Something about the warmth of his hands sent chills down Kadira's body.

Jimin started gripping her thighs a little more roughly, kissing her passionately, down to her neck, giving her small hickeys.

Kadira started letting out slight moans, as she clung onto Jimin.

"Not only are you pretty..." Jimin grunted, "Your moans are too." He tossed her back onto the bed, as he kissed his way down to her inner thighs, slowly pulling her dress off, exposing her black lingerie.

Jimin smiled, "Every little thing about you is just beautiful." He said running his hand down her skin, making Kadira jolt up a bit.

He continued to leave hickeys all over her body, listening to Kadira's small moans and whimpers of pleasure, "You don't understand how bad you're turning me on right now.." He chuckled as he unbuckled his pants.

Kadira stayed silent as she watched the male strip naked in nothing other than his boxers.

Jimin sat on the edge of the bed, and pulled Kadira on top of him, refusing to break from the kiss. Kadira sat on his lap, and felt his bulge rubbing between her thighs.

"Fuck.." Jimin groaned, as they were grinding against each other, "This is turning you on, huh? I can feel it." He laid her back on the bed, and pulled her underwear down.

Kadira jumped up, Jimin gently kissed her inner thigh, "Don't worry, I'll make sure to be gentle.."

He continued to kiss her inner thigh, and gradually made his way down to her vaginal area, first kissing it, then letting his tongue slide in between the lips.

"Oh god," KD whimpered, as she felt the warmth of Jimin's tongue.

Jimin smiled as he pressed his tongue by her entrance, and slowly placed his finger under it.

He looked up at her, "Ever masturbated before?"

KD shook her head.

Jimin nodded, "Then this might hurt a bit, but I need you to relax for me..okay?"

Kadira was hesitant, but something about him made her want to trust him, she nodded and allowed him to proceed.

Jimin rubbed his finger against her dripping cunt, then slowly inserted a finger inside of her, causing her to let out a loud moan.

"Fuck... that feels..." She whimpered, "Weird.."

"Its gonna feel weird at first," Jimin reassured her, "I'm gonna start moving my fingers now."

Kadira nodded, as he started moving his fingers in and out of her.

Jimin felt her tense up around his fingers, "Relax.." he whispered, as he continued to use both his tongue and fingers at the same time.

That feeling drove Kadira insane, her moans and whimpers grew louder and louder. For someone to be a virgin, he definitely knew what he was doing.

Jimin got up and slid his fingers out, leaving her shivering slightly, "I think you're ready now."

Kadira looked at him confused for a moment, as he jumped on top of her, pulling his boxers down. Her eyes widened in shock, No way in hell is that thing fitting inside of me. She thought.

Jimin started rubbing his length against her entrance, moaning softly, "Im gonna slowly put it in now, it shouldn't be as bad since I loosened you up a bit but just tell me when it's too much,"

Kadira nodded.

Jimin slowly slid inside of her, making them both let out loud moans, "Shit.."

Kadira whimpered, holding onto his back, as he slowly thrusted into her, slightly in pain.

Jimin felt how tense she was getting on the inside, and looked at her dead in her eyes, intertwining his fingers with hers, "Hey, Relax and look at me, don't take your eyes off me."

Kadira obeyed and felt this weird satisfaction from just looking into his lust filled eyes.

Jimin continued to thrust into her, slowly at first, but gradually going faster.

Their synced moans filled the room, Kadira started shaking, reaching her climax.

Suddenly everything went blank...

"KD!" shouted a feminine voice, "KD wake up."

KD opened her eyes a bit and groaned, "mm.."

"Time to go." Soona said, shaking her, "Whose clothes are you in?"

"What?" KD said, sitting up, looking down at herself, only to see she was wearing an oversized sweater.

"Nevermind that, lets go," Soona scoffed, "We gotta go pack."

Kadira got out of the bed, and rubbed her head.

When they arrived back at their dorm room, they started packing their bags, to get ready to leave.

Soona went into KD's room and sat on her bed, "So,"

KD looked up at her while she was packing her suitcase.

"Anything  happen when you went upstairs yesterday?" Soona smirked.

KD raised her eyebrow, "No?.. "

"Hmm.." Soona hummed, "That's funny, because as soon as you went upstairs yesterday,  pretty boy came to ask me if you were alright. About thirty minutes later, people say they seen him go upstairs, and you just so happened to be sleeping in his dorm room this morning."

Kadira started replaying last night in her mind, " I dunno what you're talking about."

Soona leaned closer to Kadira, and noticed multiple small purple, reddish marks on her neck, "Kadira."

Kadira looked at her, "Yes?"

"Did you hook up with pretty boy last night?"

"Uhm..No." She hesitated.

"You did!" She shouted in excitement, "You had to, your neck says it all! Oh my god how was it?"

"Did you hear me? I said I didn't" KD scoffed.

"You can deny it all you want, because not only did they say they saw him walk in there last night, they said they heard all types of noises coming from his room." Soona scoffed, "Who knew you could be sick a freak in bed KD,"

"Stop that," She said, pushing Soona away from her.

"Oh my gosh, my baby is growing up." Soona groaned with fake tears, "She finally has become a woman. You're very first one night stand"

"Would you shut the hell up," Kadira laughed, "It's not that serious."

"Was it good?" Soona teased.

KD smiled, "from what I can remember it was nice.. We both were pretty drunk."

"Doesn't matter, You had a one night stand, I'm just proud." Soona went on and on about it.

Though Kadira was embarrassed about that childish decision she made, when she replayed the memories of last nights, she definitely thought it was worth it. 

[saiwola]

Thinking about them. A lot.

How at first, I just thought it'd be fun for them to swap the usual aesthetics and traits associated with life and death.

Alys being associated more with black, fire (usually associated with its destructive capabilities), and horror. While Fenryr is associated with white, water (usually coupled with healing in most things), and flowers.

Alys is distant, merciless, and cruel. Fenryr is kind, affectionate, and forgiving.

Even the way they fight. Fenryr has a blade and his venom. He fights in a rather efficient way. He goes for the quickest ways to get to what he wants, to end the fight. And due to studying anatomy for both survival and artistic purposes, he's got a pretty decent idea of where to strike. Even when he has to kill, he will go for that killing blow immediately. And with his venom, it's quick. It's painless.

But Alys' artifact is a staff. Good for channeling magic, but not so much with dealing damage. What she does have though ... are claws and teeth. When she seeks to kill, she rips and tears at the flesh. And given how she'd usually be in an enraged state, she doesn't care where she claws into them. It's slow. It's painful.

But what I'm wondering lately is that ... are they really going against the nature of their Gifts?

I mean, in a way, it's not too much of a stress to go like "Life is cruel. Death is a mercy." But now I'm even thinking about their general demeanors and personalities.

Like Fenryr is the most forgiving and merciful of the Blessings (not including Theo because baby). He's the more go-with-the-flow sort, the one least likely to hold grudges or kill someone because of something they did. A rather "life-coded" way of doing things, right? But if you think about death, it's "the end". it's all accepting ("everything dies"). Even the supposed final stage of grief is Acceptance. And Fenryr's lax and forgiving nature could just be seen as him "accepting" things as they are, right?

Alys, however, is the cruelest and most unforgiving of the Blessings. While she may not have the same body count as Zandros, Taylor, or even Fenryr (if you count the plague he accidentally starts), she is the one least conflicted about murder. About the kills she has committed. Because she saw them as necessary, whether it be self defense or ... other reasons. Not really suiting of her role as a healer, But like, you could see it as "survival". She kills to preserve and protect life. That instinct to cling to life, even if it means taking down whatever stands in the way of that.

Even Fenryr's main element, water, while many times is associated with healing, people drown in water. Bloats corpses. Yoo much water causes cells to burst. Water erodes and breaks down stone. It can be destructive.

Alys' fire is still destructive. But heat also kills bacteria. Cauterizes wounds. And low intensity fires (Alys' flames, except when fueled with intense rage, actually burn less than most people's fire) can increase soil fertility.

So anyway, that's my word vomit.

[fluffypotatey]

f g p r from the fanfic ask game? please?

Hey bestie 🥰 thanks so much for the ask this one took me awhile lol

G - Do you write your story from start to finish? or out of order?

i like writing things from start to finish. key word: like. my brain, however, likes to jump ahead to specific scenes and events. i used to fight that bit and force myself to forge on along and wait until i finally made it to that part in the story.

lmao that was a horrible idea. those scenes would continue to haunt me and pester me until i finally give up and wrote them. so i just stop fighting it and write out of order. (honestly it was a blessing for me to decide to make my lmk one-shot series not in chronological order bc then i’d never get it done lol

it’s why my writing can get slow sometimes because while writing the chapter for the next event, i’ll be hit with some scene 2 chapters later or 3 scenes after some confrontation i haven’t started yet!!! i have ch7 for the dr geyer fic. it’s in my docs but i haven’t finished it bc someone *looks at brain* wants to write more of s6b bc Theo’s in that one >:(

P - Are you what George RR Martine would call an “architect” or a “gardener”? (How much do you plan in advance vs letting the story unfold as you go?)

you know, i know i read of this before like years ago but i don’t remember it lol. had to look it up to make sure i was understanding this right.

so… i think it depends?

with my merlin multi-chap fic and my medieval fantasy wip i plan those in advance. the merlin fic? i have that 1st arc’s plot down, i know where the story will lead to, i even know which characters i’ll keep alive or keep dead. 

with my one-shots (and my one-shots that chose to say “fuck you”), those are a spur of the moment kind of writing. i had something playing in my head that’s wants to be free, so i write it down and pray that it’s satisfied (it typically is not which is why you see a lot of my one-shots become multi-chapters or one-shot series). these don’t have a solid plan when i begin. i tend to come up with it as the plot comes together. 

tbh this works well with my fics bc i have a base outline: the actual show/book/movie. with my dr geyer fic, i know where s5-6 begin and end. sure, i’m choosing what gets to happen in-between, but i at least have the comfort of that base. the lmk series? it’s literally just me plugging in an oc and forcing a couple characters to air-out their issues. 

R - Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?

oh definitely. tbh my main one would have to be Lemony Snicket. fell in love with the narration of those stories. the snark, the personality, the vocabulary, the inner dialogue. idk it just did something to 9 year old me lol

another big one i’d have to say is Branden Sanderson. not really his writing, but how complex and beautiful his worlds are. i didn’t know that you could create and capture the essence such beautiful worlds in writing but reading his books and seeing them come to life really influenced my desire to write and design fantastical worlds or even just explore snippets of other worlds like BBC Merlin Albion.

F - Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it

babe, i’m so sorry but it took me forever to choose. i debated on whether i should do lmk or teen wolf or abc merlin or even shit i haven’t posted bc i love too many of these T^T

but dw i did find one (it’ll be under the cut bc this got long jfc). i giggled a lot when writing it just because the back and forth with Liam and Mason interjecting was fun. also i picked this one to prove the dr geyer fic hasn’t been forgotten. i’ve just been….preocupied and going feral over immortal monkeys

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“I’m not here to start anything,” Mr. Doughlas said to them calmly. “I just want the mountain ash barrier open, mh?”

“Yeah, because this isn’t starting anything,” Liam growled.

Mr. Douglas smiled, sharp teeth in full display. Again, he twisted his claws in the chimera. Theo, again, kept quiet. The only indication he was in any being came from his winces. Liam can’t tell if he should be impressed or horrified that getting stabbed in the spine barely got a reaction out of Theo. 

“This is simply a contingency. I just want the barrier open, then I’ll be out of your hair. I promise. No funny business.”

Theo chuckled (well, more like gurgled) and snorted.

“Says the Nazi.”

Douglas drove his claws further into Theo’s spine, polite smile cracking, in response. The chimera grunted, but Theo just laughed again.

“Sorry, sorry.” Theo’s smirk looked almost deranged with the blood coating his lips. “Nazi was the insult others threw at you, right?”

“He’s a Nazi?!” Mason shrieked. 

Doughlas sighed, all politeness disappearing as he addressed them all.

“Must we obsess over my previous occupation? I don’t see how this is important. I was just a soldier there.”

“Oh yeah, being a part of a genocidal fascist group should totally be overlooked!” Liam exclaimed. “Not like you were involved in and advocated for any of that!”

“Yeah, it adds nothing for us to even slightly trust you,” Mason added.

[girlfriendline]

4 / 14 / 22 / 24

4. top five favourite players

kirill, sid, geno, natemac, and matthew tkachuk

for fun. a wild specific five.

kirill, hartzy, spurge, brods, dewey2 (yes i am counting them as a single entity don't ruin this for me this is definitely just five guys)

14. favourite goalies

flower. self explanatory. gus because he just fascinates me. and he has werewolf teeth. and he puts his dogs on his helmets. wally (me and theo have christened wallstedt w this nickname btw i'm making it stick) because have u seen this little freak god i can't wait for him. special mention jars, my murderous princess. becoming very clear i don't know about any other team's goalies apart from mine dfsjl

22. any hockey superstitions

fuck you, honestly. we could be here all day. can't wear nail polish in the colour of a team i support. convinced 90% of the time that my watching or not watching a game genuinely affects the score. can't eat during a game, napping beforehand no matter how late puck drop is isn't a good idea. idk i'll turn pretty much anything i do during a winning game into a superstition for the next few until it stops working.

all i can say is i legitimately do not think a single one of sid's weird cough routines are all that weird. i think they're justified for the most part. gross a lot of the time, but justified.

24. answered here

ty u horrid little creature

[tafferling]

okie ask two is for . is for my . my precious baby angel theo who i love and cherish with all my heart *sobs* . please can i know : #15, #16, #23, and #60 and please also tell him that i love him thank you 🥺🖤

BABY ANGEL Thank you for asking about my darling Theo.

15. How would they describe themselves?

Theo describes himself as the Night With a Name. He's proud of himself like that, that he remembers his name and that he was able to overcome the anger and hunger that previously drove him. He doesn't much like thinking about himself otherwise; about what his transformation did to him or how there's nothing he can do to ever be normal again. Those spikes won't go away. His mouth and teeth will forever be awfully scary. And he'll always have to be careful with his claws.

16. How would others describe them?

Most would describe him unkindly because all they'll see is one of the TVH's apex mutations which is out to tear them to ribbons. A monster. A freak. An ungodly thing that needs to be put down.

Most.

Not all.

23. What’s one childhood memory they’ve never forgotten?

Ow. Theo doesn't have a lot of happy childhood memories. He's been a bit of a sickly boy from the get-go and the odd one out. Plus, he's had to cope with a cruel older brother long before the GRE experimented on him. But if there's one, then it's when he got lost in a theme park once (as in, separated from his parents and brother). But instead of panicking, he seized the moment and went to all the rides he was allowed on as the little bean he was without anyone ruining his fun or telling him not to 'cause he might bruise or whatnot.

60. What are some of their simple pleasures?

Theo loves watching cartoons. He'd love to spend hours in front of the TV just watching the pretty colours go. And he enjoys sitting around in the kitchen while other people cook, especially if they hand him something to do. Like grating cheese or veggies or stirring something. Especially when Crane is cooking, because there are always antics happening then.

[mattodore]

I would like to shamelessly and respectfully ask about the bed talk between Matthias and Theo.

your mind... yeah, i'll talk about this.

so on theo's part, he doesn't say much during sex. in the same way he has a lot of difficulty expressing his feelings inside his relationship with matthias, he also has a hard time expressing his desires. theo is... kind of mired down by shame and repression. like, even when theo is actively fucking men he's still repressing a lot of what he really wants and feels. it's interesting, though, because he definitely isn't shy about sex. it's just... he can't speak what he wants out loud, because then he might really get it, you know? and i think he's scared by how that would feel... like having it be that easy to get what he wants after all the years of shutting everything up inside his heart and burying it down so deep. honestly, theo has a hard time even making sounds during sex. he holds his breath, bites on matthias's arms, clenches his teeth... he's just always holding himself back. he can't help it, really.

matthias can sometimes get a few words out of theo if he's prompting them, though. he likes to make theo say please 🙄... and i think matthias will prod and ask theo if it's good, if he likes it, and theo will kind of nod and say yeah, yeah it's good... and i think during those first few times, that question makes theo flush real fast and get all teary. because it really does feel good... and i think theo needs that. and i think he probably... god, well... i think he sort of realizes that he's never really had anything as good in his life. not, like... not in a wow-matthias-is-a-sex-god way, but in a way where it's like, okay. theo is being treated well. time and care went into making sure he wasn't hurt. he's being listened to and matthias is carefully watching each of his reactions. when he says stop, matthias stops. and theo never had that before. so... it's very intense and it's probably both the hardest thing theo's ever had to say during sex while also being the easiest. the crying is an emotional release.

matthias, on the other hand... as you can probably already tell by, well... every other bit of information i've shared about this man... he's filthy. i do think matthias is more sweet with theo than he's ever been with any of his previous sexual partners, but nonetheless... he's still kind of nasty even with theo. i mean, one of his main character traits is his amorality and a complete lack of shame or guilt for anything he feels. so he's very uninhibited and you can definitely tell by the way he talks during sex. every word under the sun that you think is too perverse is probably going to be said while he's fucking someone. i think he really enjoys saying and doing things that society at large deem as Reprehensible... like, just in general. so. yeah, he gets off on saying/doing the things most would gasp and clutch their pearls at.

with that said, matthias does actually tone it down for theo's sake, because i think theo isn't necessarily comfortable with half of what matthias says lmao. but matthias still pushes theo sometimes, because he has this scary accurate sense of what theo needs, and he knows that theo desperately needs to have some of that shame razed from his skin... and what better a way to do it than by making theo realize the things he's so scared of can actually turn him on so bad it makes him shake? so... he talks a lot. it's sort of one-sided, but he's always asking rhetoricals anyway, so i think he's fine with that. however, he definitely doesn't like that theo doesn't make sounds often... tho that changes pretty fast when he starts having fun with it... 🙄 he sees it as a game, like, just where do i need to touch, how far do i push, what do i need to say, to make this little mouse squeak... HORRIBLE MAN.

but when matthias gets theo worked up enough that theo's too dazed to tamp the sounds down, matthias actually starts being incredibly sweet. lots of you're so lovelys and i'd never let anyone hurt yous (...) fall pretty fast from his lips. and he kisses theo alllllllll over. lots of cheek kisses in particular, because he really likes theo's cheeks. and, to clarify, it's not always dirty talk in the bedroom... sometimes it's just intimacy and matthias kissing theo and touching him and making him feel good. matthias's one redeeming quality is how well he takes care of theo, what can i say...

for specifics... hm. theo says: please. it's good. it's too much. more. harder. wait. keep going. switch. like, just little things to direct matthias, in a way... and he never says more than he needs to. he's very sharp and clipped.

matthias is harder to pinpoint specific dialogue for because he just says so fucking much....... like you can really tell that this man loves talking to himself by the way he talks dirty in theo's ear. but i'd say some common phrases are: do you want it? what're you gonna do for it? do you like that? hold still. open up. where are you going? feel that? go ahead and ask for it.

but waaaay down the line, when they've been together for a couple of years and theo's worked past a lot of his issues, i think theo actually becomes comfortable enough to do everything he wants. i think he starts to boss matthias around and take control more... and matthias has always liked when theo is mean, so theo kind of... plays with that a bit. i think he degrades matthias and matthias laps at the palm of his hand for it. matthias has always wanted to be challenged, so. later on, there's definitely a shift in their dynamic, sexually speaking.

[jakelandryshorts]

Coach has a new Training Method: Getting the App

“What are those dumbasses doing?” Coach Balter glared. He’d been coaching at the college for nearly 30 years now and never saw two guys so fit for athletics yet, refusing to even attempt them. Theo and Austin were on the other side of the gym flexing. And boy was there a lot to flex. Their bodies were fit to go on stage at any time and they knew it. It wasn’t till Austin started to take off his shirt that Coach Balter shouted. “HEY!” his deep voice echoed off the gym walls. Theo fumbled with his phone and dropped it. “What do you idiots think you’re doing?” He stomped over to them, glaring up at them.

“I-I-I…” Stammered Austin.

Theo was quick to pick up his slack. “We were just posing. Then upload a couple of pics online.”

Coach Balter let out an angry huff. These two guys should have known better. Each one was built like a fucking statue and he would have loved to put them on one of his teams. Didn’t matter if it was football, lacrosse, rugby, he knew they could handle it. “You know damn well not to take your clothes off in the gym. It’s distracting. And rude. Other guys get uncomfortable and girls get distracted,” he explained.

Austin looked to Theo for support who was going back to his phone, typing something in it. “We were just—”

Balter snatched it out of his hand. “You were just what?” he held the phone up, showing it off. “You’re not in high school anymore. Even if I don’t have direct authority over you, I can still have authority in this gym. Finish your workout and you can have it back.”

Theo held out his hand. “Alright. We’re done.”

“Absolutely fucking not,” Coach Balter grit his teeth. “You two fuck heads just walked in here and started stripping. Don’t fucking lie to me.”

It was the first time Coach Balter had actually seen Theo stunned. Still, he held his ground. Almost like he was ready to square up with the older coach. But Austin was quick to interject. “Let’s just do a quick work out. Alright?” Austin put his arm on Theo’s, pulling it lightly. Then leaned in closely, whispering, “It’ll be fun testing these bodies out...”

“Fine,” Theo grumbled. “But I’ll be back.”

Coach Balter nodded. He didn’t realize he’d been holding his breath until the two had walked away. That was one fight he was not wanting to have. Even if he could handle himself fairly well, he wasn’t exactly a spring chicken anymore. A lot of his muscles had gone a bit soft and his belly had grown pretty far out in front of him. He could take a hit or two from some punk, but not from someone built like Theo. He was just glad that Austin was such a softie. Even though the guy had to be at least 230 with an 8% body fat, he still acted like he was some scrawny little nerd who’d never lifted in his life.

Though, looking over at the two, they seemed to be having quite a bit of trouble actually lifting the weights. Coach Balter squinted, unsure how two guys so big, could be so confused with a gym. Theo’s eyes kept darting back to him. Coach Balter just held up the phone and waved it, with an angry grin. ‘You know you’re not getting this back till you finish a workout,’ was plastered all over his face and it only seemed to make Theo even angrier.

That’s when the phone vibrated. ‘The hell!?’ Coach Balter fumbled with it and then looked at the screen.

{New user detected. Please touch screen to begin.}

Fumbling with the phone, Coach Balter accidently touched the screen and it opened up.

{New user identified. Initiating. Process complete. Enjoy your new Chronivac experience.}

{Type what you would like to change.}

Coach Balter stared at the screen blankly. What kind of app was this? It was so simple. Nothing on the screen except for a blank white box and the greyed out words, ‘type what you would like to change.’ What even could it be? His fingers hovered over it, thumb touching the white space and the keyboard showed up. ‘Students listen to me when I tell them what to do.’ He typed. It was always frustrating having the students act as though they owned the place. Even if they were paying to be here, there still needed to rules. Some of them acted so high and mighty that he felt like he just had to pass them even if they shouldn’t have passed.

“HEY!” Theo shouted from across the gym. “Are you going through my phone!?”

“Until you finish your workout, this is mine. So, finish your god damn workout!” he shouted back. Instantly Theo stiffened up and went back to the weights. Austin looked at him for support but continued to follow his lead. “Oh fuck…” Coach Balter muttered to himself as he watched Theo continue his workout. It was like he was a man on a mission, actually doing the exercises and using more proper form and heavier weights than he had been. “Did this…” he looked down at the phone and saw the text there along with the same greyed out words right below it.

{Type what you would like to change.}

Coach Balter couldn’t confirm it, yet it was hard to deny that it worked. The only person Theo ever listened to was his boyfriend. To think that he so diligently and perfectly listened to a teacher’s words was unheard of. He stared at the phone a bit more. He needed more confirmation. Something that he could actually prove changed. He thought about it a bit more before typing, ‘I only have a 9% body fat.’

“Woah,” Coach Balter’s body lurched forward. He could feel it almost instantly as his muscles started to tighten up. Over the years, holding onto a thin waist and defined arms became harder and harder to do. His belly had ballooned out in front of him before he realized it. But now it was traveling in the opposite direction. He could see it pulling in on itself. The hefty belly he’d been so ashamed of completely disappearing. All the while the rest of his body was doing the same. Any amount of fat seemed to disappear. His shoulders had grown wider and rounder. The definition in his biceps only became more prominent. More surprising was that they didn’t seem to shrink at all. If anything, they started to grow.

Though, he did let out a bit of a whimper as his quads grew. His balls had accidently swung between his growing quads, only to get smashed between the hard muscles. “Damn…” Coach Balter smiled when he recovered. At 5’10” and 240 pounds, his fat looked to be pretty good. Now he just looked like a little fireplug with too wide of shoulders and thin of hips. His muscles were maybe just a bit too big to properly fit his body.

‘I’m 6’6”,’ he quickly added to the phone. Instantly he started growing taller. He could feel it in his bones as they lengthened and watched as his muscles grew more suited to his body. Then quickly added another 20 pounds of muscle to really fill it out. Every part of the coach bulged. The athletic gear he was wearing only seemed to grow to fit his body even better. But then he looked at the white color that had overtaken his hair. A bit of anger filled him as he remembered that he was still aging. Even with the boost to his muscles, he still felt like he wasn’t in his prime.

‘I’m only 35 years old,’ Coach Balter added. “Oh fuck yeah…” a deep moan rolled out of his mouth as he felt the vitality of youth returning to him. His body felt better than it had in ages. Ease of motion returned to his joints. The round saggy features of his face tightened against his strong jawline. He felt agile.

Coach Balter instantly went back into a heavy duty workout. Pushing himself well past even his prime. Every part of his body felt good. The sweat dripping down and covering his body felt amazing. His muscles moved and lifted weights he’d only ever imagined lifting. Veins pushed out of his skin as his muscles bulged with a long lost power. And then he saw Theo and Austin come back over to him. “What?” he grumbled. It was nice to actually be looking down at the two studs instead of up.

“My phone,” Theo said. “We finished our workout.”

“Hmmm…” Coach Balter thought about it for a second. He did say that. But was wanting to test this little app out more. And he needed these two to join a team. “You two want to walk around campus without a shirt on,” it was a statement, not a question. He watched as Theo and Austin became uncomfortable with the amount of clothing they were wearing.

Austin nodded while Theo gave an angry, “Yes.”

“Then join one of the sports teams. Don’t care which one. Then you can show off whenever you want,” Coach Balter said.

“Wh-what?” Theo gasped. “Since when?”

“I’ll make it a new rule,” Coach Balter crossed his arms against his chest. “Starting with you two.”

“Really?”

“Really,” Coach Balter confirmed. He dangled the phone under his arm. “What do you say?”

“Sure man. Whatever,” Theo confirmed.

Austin added a, “Whatever team Theo joins, I’ll join too.”

“Perfect,” Coach Balter handed the phone back to the Theo. Theo smiled and started heading to the door mumbling about something. “Oh! Before you go. Send me a copy of that Chronivac app.”

“Wh-at?” Theo turned around but his thumbs were already at work copying the code and pasting it into a message for Coach Balter. He hit send.

Coach Balter opened it up. “Perfect. Now delete it from your phone.” He watched Theo struggle. His fingers were doing everything in their power but couldn’t quite stop themselves from dragging the source code, dropping it in the recycle bin and then emptying that out as well. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow. Have a good night.”

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[hiding-from-hybe]

Magic Part 6 | PJM

5 ➼ 6 ➼ 7

Pairing: Jimin x reader

Rating: 🔞

Words: 14k

Jungkook walked into his old apartment slightly sore from performing and a headache after hearing an earful from his old manager, but down the hall he could hear a delighted giggling from the living room, walking through he came upon two lingerie covered statuesque black females and Taehyung in his red love heart boxer shorts “So which one of you is going to suck my d— hey Jungkook you’re back!”

“Yeah just getting a drink, don’t mind me” Jungkook said as he walked into the kitchen to pull a can of beer out of the fridge, the hissing of the tab opening under his fingertips before taking a giant swig. 

Listening to Taehyung canoodle with not one, but two beautiful ladies Jungkook could only think of when he would have fun with you in the beginning, watching movies at your place that would lead eventually to having sex. he felt the pit of emptiness as that was pretty much all of it. Not once did he ever take you anywhere special. 

Taehyung was spewing the usual swill that Jungkook would usually use on girls but he was always upfront about it just being fun. Jungkook didn’t mean to lead you on, he never thought you would leave everything behind, but you were sweet and innocent and he had corrupted you, in more ways than one as he thought back to you earlier standing there with your swollen belly and cute pouty cheeks. He was a fucking idiot to ever have dumped you over getting his cock sucked by a floozy redhead. 

Hearing the playful scuffle Jungkook walked back through to the living room as one of the women was whispering into Taehyung's ear. 

“Come on ladies, he’s a taken man, he’s getting married apparently” Taehyung taunts Jungkook. 

“Who says I’m getting married? "Jungkook flicks a comment back.

“Well aren’t you?” Taehyung scoffed.

“I don’t see a ring on my finger, who are your friends?” Jungkook charmed. 

“This is the gorgeous Tabitha, she’s a History Professor at the university” Taehyung slapped her on the behind as she gasped and giggled, “and this is Dr Darcy, My sexy dentist” Taehyung slipped his hand into her bra and cupped her breast, nipping her dark skinned flesh with his teeth. “If you’re staying.. want to give Tabitha some company?, I’ve only one… pair of hands and she’s awfully lonely” Taehyung playfully pouted as the woman in question came to sit on the sofa close to where Jungkook was standing.

“I’d love to..” looking at the curves of the woman his eyes lingered on her bountiful breasts, his arousal starting to peak and he had to refrain himself “but I can’t.. you’re a very beautiful woman” he motions to Tabitha “but I’ve just got a lot to think about right now” he sighed “Y/N, the baby and everything else” Jungkook partially explains. 

“Why Y/N?” Taehyung asked as Tabitha scooted over, back to Taehyung's side feeling a little rejected. 

“Not now Tae, I’ll tell you in the morning, just keep it down, don’t wake up the neighbours” Jungkook smirked as Taehyung continued to gesture his penis to both women as Jungkook walked away into his old room which was now just and bed and his old TV. 

Obviously the monitor was gone, he knew that Jimin had probably ripped it out of the wall and thrown it out the nearest window. Again feeling the pang of guilt in his chest remembering how he reduced you to a mere side attraction, he never felt sorry about it before so he wondered why now he felt such remorse towards you. 

As he flopped onto his old bed, Jungkook thought that maybe the snub from his son could be the cause for his new found feelings of regret towards you and the unborn child, or maybe Jungkook just wanted to know if it wasn’t his child so he could just move on with no regrets in France. 

As dawn broke Jungkook was still wide awake, staring at the blanket of dull ceiling that lay parallel with his body. Mulling over his thoughts of the whole situation. 

Him being with Eva, you being with Jimin, Theo being his biological son. It was all backwards and even though Jungkook knew it was probably a mimetic desire because you were with Jimin. He felt like being with you was all he wanted right now. 

As he lay there, Jungkook knew he would have to turn over a new leaf, to show you that he was genuine and that he wouldn’t be complacent just knowing he was a father to your child, he would try to be there. For both of his children, near and far away.

He was only stopping in Korea for a short while, he had used a pathetic excuse to jet back to assess your situation, telling Eva that he had left some important documents in his once shared apartment with the rest of the septuplet, from seeing Jimin’s protective stance over you, he couldn’t just wait around for the results. He needed to talk to you, in private. 

You were just getting out of bed, Jimin's side was stone cold and you remembered him lightly waking you early to tell you he was going somewhere, but you were barely conscious when he kissed your forehead lovingly before he left. 

Taking the chance you waddle out of bed and down to the kitchen, there wasn’t going to be any stupid avocado mess for you today, you were going to have chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast and there was no one who could stop you. 

Beating the batter and pouring it into the pan you sprinkled the chocolate on top before flipping it, you drooled, you couldn’t wait to eat it, you loved Jimin very much but there had been times you wanted to squish the green goo of an avocado in his face. 

Finally done after tossing the tasty treat onto a plate, and collecting some cutlery, you almost made it to the table before there was a knock at the door. 

“Fuck sake” you muttered, hiding the pancake in the oven and out of sight of your sudden morning intruder. Still In your pyjamas and fluffy slippers you walk to the front door and peer through the peephole, and see no other than Jungkook, there was no hiding so you opened the door “What are you doing here Jungkook?” 

“Hi Umm I came to give you these..” he pulled out a bunch of flowers from behind his back and as you took them from him you were cautious, with a suspicious eye at the gesture. “Happy birthday” you were shocked that he even remembered, “and I just wanted to apologise properly about my behaviour, I know I hurt you, lied and cheated, I don’t deserve anything from you, but can we talk?” 

“What do you want to talk about?” You asked

“The baby.. I, I can’t believe how shitty I was on the phone, I know it’s not an excuse but I was drunk, I’ve been under a lot of pressure lately with being a new dad to Theo and Eva breathing down my neck I just—” Jungkook puffed out a long sigh “I’m really sorry I took it out on you” you led him through to the kitchen where you put the flowers in the sink, running the tap to fill it with an inch of water until you had found a vase. 

“You’re right, it’s not an excuse Jungkook, you told me to get rid of my baby, Jimin and I had already ruled out having an abortion after I couldn’t go through with it at the clinic” You pulled out your warm pancake from the oven. 

“You went to a clinic..?” Jungkook dropped his eyes to the floor, he had told you to get rid of your baby after you had already contemplated it, he felt sick. “S-So what made you change your mind?” 

“I felt it move” You smiled down at your bump with your sleeping baby inside as you ripped a piece of pancake to eat, not fully appreciating the taste.

“I know you went for a blood test how did that—”

“It didn’t happen, I’m scared of needles” 

“I know” Jungkook breathed, “and I knew that it might not have been possible, but I can wait and if there’s anything you need from me, you only have to ask, I promise” 

“Theo is waiting for you at home, you should be there keeping your promises to him” You take another bite.

“He’ll be here in a few days for the wedding, if you want I can bring him by and you, me and Jimin can have a real conversation” 

“Is Eva coming to the wedding too?” You asked, knowing that his mother would probably be bringing her son.

“She wasn’t originally but with me being invited, she wanted to come, Theo and I have matching suits and he hates it, he hates me, but he’s excited to see Jimin, he’ll only talk to me if it’s about him, and if I’m honest it hurts, I don’t want to have that with this baby” Jungkook looks down and clears his throat “That’s if I’m allowed to be in the baby’s life?” 

“Is that what you came here for, reassurance?” 

“I want to be there as much as I can, I don’t want any regrets, flipping from country to country is going to be tough but you left so much behind for me, I should be here for both of you, I owe you that much at least” 

“And what if you’re not the dad?” 

“Then I’ll just be the cool uncle, who comes around the holidays” Jungkook shrugged. 

“I just feel terrible, Jimin doesn't show it but I know he’s hurting about the whole thing, I love him so much I just want to make everything better” 

“I won’t get in his way, even if the baby is mine, I know he will love it as much as he loves Theo, I owe him so much” 

“Ugh I feel like shit.” You sign as you can even bring yourself to eat anymore of your cold pancake. 

“Well, at least you look pretty, and you’re carrying well” 

“Don’t you dare Jungkook, I think this is probably the worst I’ve ever looked in front of you” 

“No I— It’s nice to see you happy, you're pretty when you smile, I’m just an asshole who made you miserable, I am really sorry Y/N” 

“I still haven’t forgiven you, but at least I don’t have to look at your fuck buddy, red head bimbo anymore” 

“I never had sex with her… that doesn’t matter because I still cheated, I was wrong and I know it”

When Jungkook left you were feeling better about his stance on the whole thing, but you didn’t want him involved too much for fear he may get too invested just to come up empty handed after all his effort, which you appreciated but wary of him taking on too much in Jimin's stead. 

Regardless of the outcome, Jimin was your boyfriend and he was ready to take on the responsibility of being there, baby’s father or not, but you still didn’t want him to be disappointed after revealing the paternity. 

It was a mess, you were a mess. 

Still sat in your wrinkly pyjamas you text Jimin wondering when he would be back home, the message delivered but nothing else comes of it and you’re wondering what to do with yourself before you get ready to try on your bridesmaid dress ready for the big day since it was right around the corner. 

The one thing you did have was a message from your parents who wished you a happy birthday from what looked like an airport lounge, they smiled at the camera when they took the shot, you suddenly missed them so much. 

Your phone pinged with a message from Jimin, he was apologetic for leaving this morning and that he would see you later and explain his early departure, he asked if you ate breakfast and that he loved you with all his heart. You replied to him, smiling at your phone that you ate, that you were feeling so much better now that he had texted you and that you loved him too. 

He replied again asking if you were alright alone and you casually mentioned that Jungkook had dropped by to apologise, and show some earnest support but Jimin was suspicious since Jungkook doesn’t do anything unless it benefited Jungkook, he wanted to reply and ask about the details of their conversation but decided against it, he knew you loved him and that you wouldn’t let Jungkook worm his way back into your good graces just yet. 

The girls came around not long after as you slouched on the sofa, pregnancy fatigue winning against you, they brought a fruit and chocolate basket as a birthday gift which you started to eat only to be dragged into trying on your bridesmaids dress.

Stevie was in deep sentimental thought as you tried on your dress, she was getting married in a few days and your dress was getting a little more snug than it did before. 

“You have your second scan coming up right?” Haven asked, looking at the bottom of the dress, hemming the front an inch so you wouldn’t fall flat on your face. 

“It’s actually the day after tomorrow but don’t worry Stevie, I won’t announce anything at your wedding”

“I wouldn't mind but I’m going to throw you a party of your own anyway” Stevie smiles rubbing your belly like a Buddha statue. “What do you think you’re having, a boy or a girl?” 

“By the feel of things, it’s a bowling ball, look at the size of me ” You chuckle. 

“I think you look perfect” she says as you look at your bump draped in lilac. “Put on the little sparkly belt too” 

“Doesn’t it make me look fatter?” It’s a question but in reality you know you’re just complaining because your feet are hurting, your back hurts too and you just want to get back into your pyjamas and be a potato.

“No! you’re gorgeous, practically glowing Jimin’s not going to leave you alone all night!” Haven said threading the ribbon into a bow. 

“Well.. I can’t get re-pregnant right?” You joke and the girls laugh along. 

“Right, now we're all done go and get changed, we’re going to take you out for a birthday lunch and get you out of this house, don’t think we didn’t see you in your pyjamas young lady.” 

You smelled a few items of clothes sat on a side chair in your room, a pair of leggings and a jumper seemed to be all you wear these days, it was getting harder to be motivated to do anything and you just wanted to lay around and do nothing. 

Haven insisted that you wear a new maxi dress that you bought with Stevie while shopping, it was comfortable and you could at least just throw it over your head when you were done without having to bend down. 

“I’m ready” you whine. 

Gearing up some energy you all left to get some lunch, and as long as it didn’t have any green goo on it, you ate it, what Jimin wouldn’t know wouldn’t hurt him, plus he wouldn’t begrudge a few treats if you had told him it was your birthday. 

You never really liked a lot of attention, and you’d never spent your birthday with a boyfriend before, so you decided to tell him later when he got back home and you could snuggle on the sofa with a takeout in front of the TV. 

Stevie takes a detour after lunch to the bar, Yoongi had called, he couldn’t find an invoice for a case of wine they supplied to a party. 

“I told him where it was before I left,” Stevie grumbled before swinging open the doors to the bar. 

“Happy birthday!” Everyone choruses as you enter the bar and Jimin is perched at the bar smiling wide, before coming to you with a kiss and a big bouquet of red roses. 

“Happy birthday baby, these are for you” you take them and smell the light fragrance of the red buds.

“Who told you it was my birthday” 

“I’m offended, of course I knew it was your birthday what do take me for— ok it was Stevie”

“So this where you’ve been all day?” You look around at the streamers and the party buffet that was being picked at. 

“Yep, but I did worry when you didn’t complain to me thinking I forgot your birthday, you should be more selfish and start demanding more things from me” He brushed back the hair from your face, pouting that doll face at you. 

“Then can we get a puppy?” you bat your eyelashes jokingly and his smirk spread across his face. 

“Not that selfish” Jimin smiles widened even further and it makes your heart leap. “At least not until the baby is a bit older, we can redo the backyard full of lush grass and put in a kennel and a swing set, how’s that?” 

“Sounds perfect, it’s a deal” You kiss him and it begins to turn more passionate as Jimin leans in further to hold you around your waist, practically forgetting everyone else in the room as he massages your tongue with his. 

“Hey Jimin! Stop slobbering over her, are you going to give your girl a birthday strip or what!?” Stevie yells, exciting every one with some hollers and woops. 

“No need, he’s already done the graft, She’s already pregnant” Jin chips in nudging his friends “Or Maybe she doesn’t want it from him, who do you want to pick Y/N?” 

“Well” you tap your chin mocking deep thinking. “If my boyfriend gave me a choice, I would pick Taehyung, since he owes me one,” You tease with a wink as Jimin squinted his eyes at you playfully as he knew you were just playing with him. 

“Don’t encourage him” Hoseok tuts in disgust, as he holds Haven's hand in his. 

“Please,” Taehyung scoffed. “Like I need a reason to get my dick out” He laughs putting his hands on his head and thrusting his hips in a circular motion. 

“I think she’s seen a little too much of all of us” Jungkook entered through the small bundle of people, tipsy he holds onto Taehyung to steady himself “Some more than most” He gives out a hearty laugh. 

“Mhm, But maybe she heard Taehyung is hiding an anaconda down there” Haven says, eyeing his frame with a cheeky grin. 

“I do!. Wanna see?” You laugh as Jimin covers your eyes. 

“No thanks cherub, save it for the single ladies eh?” Jungkook laughs arrogantly pushing Taehyung slightly off balance. 

“Same can’t be said for you” Jimin mumbles passively aggressively and he’s shocked at himself that he said it but with Jungkook being at the house with you earlier was still irking at him. Jungkook is quick to catch on to Jimin's defensive stature. 

“Then I suggest you better watch your back” Jungkook replies with a smug smirk on his face, and Jimin can feel the scorching heat of their secret on the back of his neck, unbeknownst to the rest of the bunch in the room.

“Don’t come in here and—”

“I’m joking, I’m joking” Jungkook scoffed, holding his hands out in defence but wobbling and everyone else laughed awkwardly along just to alleviate the tension in the room. “Please, it’s not like she would take me back even if the baby is mine” Jungkook says loudly to Taehyung and he’s taking it too far as everyone in the room gasps, followed by nothing but silence.

“You just couldn’t help yourself could you!” You start to tear up and walk away through the bar to the back. 

Everyone’s whispering to themselves and eventually all eyes turn to Jimin, practically confirming what Jungkook had just relayed. 

“She’ll never forgive you” With that Jimin moves towards Jungkook wanting to punch his lights out but instead follows you around the back.

“Too far Jungkook” Yoongi grips Jungkook by the scruff and moves him near the entrance of the backstage door. 

“Oh come on, I was only playing around” 

“Playing with who you little asswipe? You have no right making her life any harder than it is right now, does it get you off huh, making her miserable?” 

“No.. I just—Jimin” He stumbles. 

“You of all people should be sensitive to what she’s going through right now, you think she’s going to want you around after the baby is born?” 

“You knew didn't you?” Jungkook says and Yoongi just nods “Well If I’m the baby’s dad, I have the right to be there, why can’t I tell people I might be having a baby too?” 

“This isn’t about you, but you’re too selfish to think of anyone but yourself, this isn’t some pissing contest between you and Jimin, this is her life and if you want to be any part of it you better grow the fuck up” 

“Oh come on Hyung he started it so I finished it” 

“At her expense Jungkook! Is winning more important to you than the stress you’ve inflicted, don’t you think she’s tired? God help her if that baby is yours” Yoongi pushes off and walks back to the crowd where Stevie was dishing out the birthday cake to appease the room, a distraction from what had just happened. 

He felt shitty that he upset you, but nothing gives him a metaphorical boner quite like pissing Jimin off, he’s being childish and he knows it, it’s like he can’t help himself, just watching him around you was annoying enough at the beginning, but he knew upsetting you was stupid, it would have to take a good deal of grovelling for you talk to him again. 

“What if it’s my baby, shouldn’t people know it could be mine, Why can’t I be happy about it too?” He whispered to himself before leaving through the main entrance of the bar. “Fuck it, I’ll go celebrate on my own then.” 

Getting ready for bed after a ruin birthday surprise you spotted the little red marks that grew on your stomach were harsh and growing larger each week. A pair of arms wrap around you from behind as you’re brought out of your self undermining state but you feel bloated and sweaty. 

“So I got some news, my dad just called, and I’ve got to meet with him tomorrow” Jimin sounds excited but you already had something planned.

“Jimin the scans tomorrow” You say and it sets off your anxiety immediately as he isn’t instantly regretful.

“I know, I’ll try to be there, but this is for our future, our parents still don’t know about the baby, so I need to talk to him, he’s a really busy man.”

“Ok..” You curtly say and make your way to Jimin’s dresser for a t-shirt to sleep in. 

“I’m sorry, I’ll meet you there?” You were already in a shitty mood because of Jungkook tonight. You didn’t need Jimin piling it on too.

“Fine..” You slip it on the shirt, and you’re not sure how you feel right now but it’s a mixture of nauseated and claustrophobic.

“Don’t be that, I’d love to be there but it’s not like it’s necessary” You don’t want to be touched right now and you can’t take it as he tries to pull the shirt to bring you back to him. 

“It’s necessary for me Jimin! I don’t want to go in there all alone, you know that place gives me the creeps, is it so important that you’re going to miss this?!” You knew there wasn't anything more important to you than your baby. 

“You’ve been to a scan before, you’ll be oka—” 

“Oh Right, because this isn’t new to you, you’ve done all this before” You’re overwhelmed and upset suddenly feeling like an afterthought.

“Don’t be like that, I said I’ll try, didn’t I?”

“Don’t bother!, I don’t want to hang around wondering if you’re going to show up just to be disappointed, I might as well ask—”

“Who, fucking Jungkook? Then go with him, everybody else does!” He knew as soon as it came out he regretted it, he didn’t even understand where it came from, maybe he was bouncing of what happened tonight too but he didn’t even register what he had said until you stepped away from him, the shock on your face was evidence enough that’s not who you were going to say. He felt like a fucking idiot. 

You didn’t talk to him the rest of the night, even when he knocked on your bedroom door to apologise you didn’t answer him and in the morning you seemed to still be asleep with the door locked, he left your breakfast in the microwave and hoped you would talk to him later so he could apologise properly. 

He sat waiting for his father, replaying what he said and the look on your face welling up with tears as you passed him to shut yourself in your room. He could only picture you getting dressed right now, meeting Jungkook, both of you cooing over a sonogram, but he soon doubted it after knowing Jungkook also upset you and told everyone about the baby and his possible paternity. He shouldn’t be here, he should be with you. 

Jimin was waiting for his father to show up, he had been waiting for almost an hour. He was nervous to see his brother too, he hadn’t seen him since before he was supposed to get married to Eva, Jimin could only imagine the smug look on his face after knowing what happened.

“Jimin..?” A foreign but familiar voice spoke. 

“Henry what are you doing here?” Jimin stood to shake his hand in a daze, he was shocked to see Eva’s older brother, he was the mature one of their sibling group, struck down by tragedy when he lost his wife. “I heard about your wife, I’m sorry for your loss” Henry nods his head in thanks but doesn’t proceed to carry on the rest of that conversation. 

“I’m just here for a conference with your brother and some other associates, what brings you here?” He asks. 

“Getting a real job, as my father calls it, have you seen my brother?” He asked, looking at his watch. 

“I haven’t seen him today, maybe he’s still nursing a hangover, he banged on about my sister non stop last night over more than a few beers, you think he would have gotten over her by now eh, but la vie continue.. life goes on.” Henry smiled “..how are you, anyone in your life since…?” He alluded to his previous relationship that had not planned out well. 

“I’m really good actually, I have a girlfriend and a baby on the way” Jimin smiled. 

"Oh mon dieu! félicitations!" Henry congratulated.

“Thanks..” Jimin pulled out his phone showing him the home screen of his phone.

“Oh.. she’s beautiful..” Henry’s recognition of you was freshly opened in his mind. “So about this job, I have a few spots open if you’re interested?” 

You were all ready to leave for your appointment, you were still pissed at Jimin for using Jungkook against you like that, it was hard enough to take the pitied stares of everyone last night at the club as it is, and it made you feel little guilty to both Jimin and Jungkook having to go through this with no certainty of who was the biological father.

There was a knock at the door that brought you out of almost upsetting yourself again, peeking through the spy hole you saw no one you recognised, just a man shaking out his hands, he seemed nervous, so you opened the door cautiously. 

“Hello?” 

“Hi um sorry to bother you but is this Jimin's house? Does Eva Benoit live here?“ 

“Yes this is Jimin's house but Eva, she’s never lived here she-er—moved to France.”

“Oh I see. I apologise, where are my manners, my name is Park Jihyun, I’m Jimin’s brother” 

“Y/N, Jimin's girlfriend” you both shook his hand and Jihyun noticed your bump. 

“Wow I didn’t even know Jimin had a girlfriend, and it looks like I’ll be an uncle again soon” He said awkwardly “I haven’t seen him in a long time so I’m kind of out of the loop, congratulations.”

“Thank you but I’m afraid he’s not home right now, can I help you or would you like to leave a message?” 

“Erm no, I’ll be sure to drop by again another time, Thank you for your time”

“You’re welcome, goodbye” Jihyun bows politely and leaves, you didn’t really have time to stop and think about it, you had to leave for your appointment or you’d be late. 

The cab dropped you off, you’re anxious and you just want to go back to bed, a sudden weight hanging on your shoulders as you walk down the corridor looking for your department, and of all the people you didn’t want to see right now is coming down the other way.

Jeon Jungkook. 

You try to walk past him looking down at your phone but of course he spots you and your bump straight away, 

“Y/N?” He called after you, and walked over “Are you okay, why are you here, is something wrong with the baby?” His eyes pleaded for an answer as he looked over your body for any sign or sight of injury. 

“It’s routine, I’m fine” There was a stiff silence and it was awkward, you were too deflated to scream at him for last night, too tired to even try. “Why are you here?” 

“I—er fell off my motorbike” he lifted his jacket to show you his arm in a sling. 

“What—how!?” 

“Just me being stupid.. too much alcohol and a dead open road after midnight” he chuckles but you don’t find it funny in the slightest, he could have liked someone or himself “I’ve realised alcohol makes me an even bigger asshole, it’s become a problem, not just in my life but yours and Jimin's too, so I’m going to get help, I don’t want my son to see me like this.” 

“That’s a really good start” you say as you look down at where your feet used to be.

“I want to be a better man and a better dad for Theo and the baby…, I’m so sorry Y/N, I don’t even know what else to say to you” Jungkook buried his head in his hands, sniffing into his sleeves. 

“You keep saying sorry.., but you can make it up to me by getting better, okay?” You encouraged him, he probably needed it more than you did right now.

“Yeah..” He smiles, it’s weak but he takes a breath “I got to go, I need to pick up Theo and Eva from the airport but Thanks for listening to me Y/N” 

“That’s alright I’ve got to get to my appointment anyway, say hi to Theo for me” Jungkook nods and walks away optimistic about the day ahead now that he had talked to you. He wasn’t going to make anymore mistakes. If he wanted to be a good father, he would have to change, not just his alcohol consumption but his whole lifestyle. 

You’re laid back on the big lounging chair starting at the ceiling as the technician puts the jelly on your rounded belly. 

“Have you been feeling well? Lots of movements?” She asks as she spreads it around with the scanning device. 

“Yes the kicks are getting stronger, and they are a lot more active” you say as she takes measurements while you’re talking. “I’m starting to feel them on the outside now too a little bit” 

“Maybe you’re having a little football player, will you be wanting to know the sex today?” She clicks and taps away. 

“Um yes please, then I can finally paint the nursery, it’s been driving me insane leaving the walls blank” 

“Well let’s see if I can give you a little bit of that sanity back, let’s have a look at baby” 

You were exhausted, looking at your scan picture and no one to share it with you felt alone and emotional. You didn’t want to tie it down to just hormones because you didn’t want to invalidate your own feelings about Jimin not being there with you and enjoying the moment together. 

You didn’t want to go home to be alone either, you knew you’d be welcomed with open arms by your friends so going there for a few hours seemed like a good option. 

Stevie had made up her spare room for you as soon as you called her crying over the phone, she knew you were stressed about the current situation, but as soon as she saw your puffy red face at her door and you told her that you attended your scan alone she was furious. 

When you fell asleep after being all cried out, Stevie ranted fully and aggressively to Yoongi as he nodded along incoherently, not listening to a word she rambled. He knew she wasn’t talking to him directly, but ‘at him’, he knew she didn’t want or need his opinion or input. 

“Bastard! how could he let her go alone like that” 

“Yes, he’s a bastard, my love” he sipped his drink while scrolling through his phone. 

“Where is he huh? I have a right mind to go down there and give him a big fat black eye, he’s lucky the wedding is tomorrow and I don’t want him bruised up in the pictures, when you see him give him a dead leg for me will you babe?” 

“I will, Shall I make myself scarce now?” 

“If you don’t mind, let him know she’s safe, and that her phone died, but don’t let him come here, we’re going straight to the venue tomorrow morning and I want her fresh and feeling good, so make sure he’s ready, I think she just needs a little space right now.” 

“Ok Kitten, I’ll see you at the altar tomorrow.” He held her in his arms and kissed her.

“Mmm.. I’ll think about it” Stevie teased and placed another kiss on his lips. “I love you” 

“I love you too” 

Jimin’s Dad stares at his watch, Jimin has been in his office a while now with no sign of Jihyun, he’s about to just give up until he bursts through the door. 

“Sorry I’m late Dad, I had to meet someone..” He tries to suppress his panting as if he didn’t run to the office from his car.

“Don’t apologise to me, your brother has been here waiting for you, you should be punctual and dressed appropriately, this is a business meeting is it not?” He lightly scolds as Jihyun rolls down his shirt sleeves and puts on his jacket. 

“Sorry” Jihyun mumbled to Jimin, waiting for his father to continue speaking. 

“I’ve just had Henry bloody Benoit in here trying to poach staff to the Paris office, is that why you’ve come here?” 

“I have an opening, a level three opening” He looked at his brother “and even though you weren’t technically qualified, I thought you’d have done a great job, but since then I’ve come to realise that you have someone important in your life and well, I can’t take you away from the baby can I?” Jihyun jests but doesn’t understand Jimin's facial expression. 

“What baby?” Their father asks and both brothers look at each other, one in shock and the other confused. 

“Nice going, look dad I—” Jimin starts to explain.

“You’re having a baby?” Jimin’s father gasped.

“.. yes I am, but I didn’t want to say anything in case anything went awry, and how the hell did you know?” 

“I met her today.. I went to your house” Jihyun muttered.

“You went to my house!?” Jimin grit “why?” 

“I went to see if Eva was there.. She said she was going to be in Korea, and I thought she might be staying with you since you’re still acting like Theo’s Dad” 

“Oh my god, don’t you bring my boy into this!!” Jimin pointed his finger at his brother.

“Enough!, you will both be at dinner this weekend. Jimin, bring your girlfriend or your mother will have a fucking fit.”

“Yes sir.” Jimin gave a small nod in understanding that he would surely get the slipper across his head if he didn’t bring you to meet his parents. 

“We can talk about the baby then, and you can start here next week.. get out both of you” Both brothers bowed to their father and Jimin left the room with a little weight off his shoulders.

Both now awkward to start any conversation they decided to shake hands and Jimin left, missing the forlorn face of his brother who regretted causing a rift between them. 

Jimin went straight home, he was now going to be working for his father, and he couldn’t wait to tell you.

“Baby, I’ve got good news!” Jimin beamed as he walked into the house. “Baby?” Jimin took off his shined shoes and shrugged off his blazer. You didn’t answer so he walked through to your bedroom, and bathroom but coming up empty he sighed wondering if your appointment had maybe run a little late. 

You still hadn’t answered any of his text messages and his calls went straight to voicemail, he was starting to worry. 

The next best thing was to call someone who knew everyone, Yoongi. He picked up on the second ring and sighed. 

“Jimin..” 

“Have you seen Y/N?, she’s almost seven months pregnant, she won’t answer my texts, and my calls are going straight to voicemail.”

“She’s at Stevie’s house, she’s safe and warm in bed, but her phones dead” 

“Okay, then I'm coming to get her” 

“No, she needs her space and she’s going with the girls to the venue in the morning to get ready, I’m coming over to watch you because if you show up at the house Stevie’s going to give you a black eye” A threat from Stevie was no joke, being the owner of a bar she was used to taking care of men who stepped out of line, one of them being Yoongi when they first met. 

Half an hour goes by and Yoongi enters through the front door, looking at Jimin who was laid out on the living room floor, pondering the meaning of life and love, knowing that he had let you down. 

“What are you doing?” Yoongi eyed the bottle of freshly opened whisky on the counter with an empty glass next to it. “I’m getting married in the morning you better be fucking sober” kicking off his shoes. 

“I only had one glass” 

“Are you really pouting right now? shouldn’t you be wondering what the gender of your baby might be?” 

“Did she tell you?“ Jimin sat up immediately on his knees with curious eyes at his friend near the door. 

“No, she wouldn’t even tell Stevie, she’s gatekeeping my godchild from me” 

“Who said you’re going to be the godparents?” Jimin scoffed. 

“Stevie, unless you want a black eye” Yoongi threatens.

“Damn, Why is your woman so aggressive” 

“Trust me, it’s worth it, I knew I was in love the first time she flipped me on my ass at the club, inside the bedroom too” Yoongi smirked. 

Both were interrupted by an Incessant knocking at the door and both Jimin and Yoongi could tell who it was just by the way he knocked a trillions times in one minute. 

“Taehyung it’s open!” They both yelled and Taehyung walked in with two bags.

“Stevie called, she suggested I bring handcuffs to restrain Jimin just in case he gets out of hand but I’ve misplaced them so I brought beer and poker instead!” 

“Tae, I’m getting married in the morning” Yoongi scolds but Taehyung is all too eager to get the party started. 

“What’s a night before a wedding without a little game and a few drinks eh?” He grins wide, opening a beer. 

“Well if it gets out of hand don’t complain to me when you wake up naked tied to a street light.. again” Yoongi scoffs but Taehyung was game for anything, even if his ass cheeks suffered the elements for it.

“I’ll text the group chat!” Taehyung pulled out his phone “What about Jungkook, should I invite him?” He asks Yoongi. 

“I’m cool but It’s not my house, Jimin what do you say?” 

“I say he’s a little prick who doesn’t deserve any friends, but fine, since Y/N isn’t here he can’t upset her, and if he starts shit, I’ll beat the shit out of him” 

“Boys night!” Taehyung shouts and Jimin shushes him before he wakes up the whole neighbourhood. 

All the guys file in one by one around the dining table, having only four chairs, Jimin and Taehyung shared the edges of theirs with Yoongi, while Jungkook and Jin shared theirs with Hoseok and Namjoon sat on the living room ottoman, he was the tallest but still a amusing to everyone when it came just under his chest height as he shuffled the deck and started to deal. 

“JK, you want a cold one?“ Taehyung asks, clanging bottles out of the fridge as they take a short break. 

“None for me thanks, I’m laying off the alcohol, I signed up to one of those therapy meetings today too, but you go ahead” 

“But why? you’re not an alcoholic” 

“Maybe not, but it is still a problem, every time I drink I feel like I need to make someone else's life hard and since I’m a dad now, I need to focus more on my kids” 

“What do you mean my kids?” Jimin stood up in defence. “You’ve been here this whole time while Theo was at home, and don’t get me started on the baby, we don’t even know yet!” 

“I’m not here to argue with you.. I’m just saying if that’s the case and I am the baby’s dad, I don’t want any regrets. You need to realise that I’m going through this too, the same as you” Jungkook looked up at Jimin with nothing but his desperation. “I know you’re hurting Hyung, but I have a right to at least be happy at the possibility that it’s my child too, and I haven’t been able to talk about it to anyone” 

“That’s fair, I’m sorry I just— I know I’m defensive, but I can’t watch you hurt her anymore, last night was uncalled for” Everyone silently nodded. 

“I know, I apologised to her earlier at the hospital” 

“You went with her to her appointment?” Jimin’s eyes began to sting at the thought of you both watching the baby scan together. 

“No, I fell off my bike last night, I’ve got a hairline fracture, nothing serious but I was worried at first, I thought there was something wrong with the baby but she told me it was just a routine visit,” Jungkook explained.

“I’m such a jackass..” Jimin held his head in his hands “It wasn’t routine, she had the gender scan and I-I wasn’t there, did she say anything?” 

“It wasn’t a very long conversation, I had to pick up Eva and Theo at the airport and she went to her appointment, why?” 

“She’s not speaking to me right now and on top of that my Dad now knows about the baby because Jihyun opened his fat mouth, so we’re having dinner this weekend.. as a family” 

“Your mother is going to be so pissed at you,” Taehyung chuckled. “Can I come? I want to watch her beat the shit out of you, ooh! oh! bring Jungkook too and she can kill both of you” Taehyung rubbed his hands together. 

“Why don’t you take Theo with you to soften the blow, I have a sign lesson this weekend, but I can drop him off to you if you’d like, he misses you a lot” Jungkook offers and Jimin is quick to take it with a desperate nod.

“That’ll be great, and it will make Y/N happy too”

“Okay so we’re all friends again, great! Now place your bets because I’m going to rob all you pussies of your money” Yoongi cracked his neck while Namjoon started to shuffle the cards. 

“You’ve been quieter than usual Hobi, what’s up?” Jin asked.

“Nothing much” 

“Come on, what’s said at the poker table doesn’t leave the poker table alright?” 

“Haven and I are taking things slow, it’s hard not to jump her ass every second of the day but she felt a little used before she ghosted me, so we’re dating exclusively but my balls are so fucking blue” He chuckles but it had been nice for him to share his passions and talk about their interests. 

“Anyone else want to share?”

“Well.. I found Tabitha and Darcy hooking up in bed after I took a shower, they told me I couldn’t join in and that I had to watch, I felt a little left out” 

“Oh boohoo, some of us aren’t getting anything at all,” Namjoon said while throwing a cluster of popcorn at his friend. “What about you Jimin, those pregnancy hormones kick in yet?” 

“Hey I’m not going to talk about my girlfriend like that,” Jimin says as he hides a grin behind his cards. 

“That means yes” Hoseok and Jin snicker at each other as the game goes on.

“A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell” Jimin smirks as the bids go around the table. “I love her too much to share such sordid stories about her”

“Oh god, why don’t you just marry her already” Jungkook says as a joke and laughs and the table goes silently awkward but Jimin isn’t fazed and just smiles, yes he had a past trauma and yes you said that you were happy as the relationship was, but Jimin was perfectly happy to be with you forever. 

“Maybe I will” Jimin pulls out a royal flush and puts it on the table. “eat ‘em up bitches” and everyone scoffs and slams their cards down as Jimin takes in his chips from the middle of the table.

The morning of the wedding, Jimin was already getting ready with Yoongi, they had already arrived at the hotel and were under strict instructions to stay away from the bridal suite. He was nervous to see you since he hadn’t apologised properly for not being with you, and you hadn’t spoken to him all day despite his numerous texts, but today wasn’t about him, he had confirmation from Yoongi and Stevie that you were fine but tired so he didn’t want to pester you any further. 

“I don’t know what I was thinking..” Jimin slipped his tied around his neck, “I should have rearranged meeting my father, I’m so fucking stupid” He fumbled his fingers, not able to concentrate on the knot and threw his tie on the floor. 

“Yes you are,” Yoongi mumbled. 

“Hyung, do you think she’ll accept my apology?” 

“As long as you’re sincere she’ll forgive you, she knows you love her and she loves you, it’ll be fine, make sure you apologise on your knees and then get her into bed, always works on Stevie” He chuckled.

“But have you ever fucked up like this?” 

“Not quite..” Yoongi sighed “But I punched her brother Nick in the nose once.. I thought he was trying to hit on her and then they both went upstairs and I flipped… that was an awkward day” He cleared his throat remembering his embarrassment he felt when Stevie kicked him out of her house. “Anyway.. This is your room key, don’t fucking lose it and thank me later” 

Stretching out wide on Stevie's bed, not ready to attempt to sit up yet, you were getting bigger everyday and you couldn’t see your feet anymore, your back hurt and the fatigue hit you pretty hard after yesterday. 

You look at the scan that was sitting on the pillow next to you; you fell asleep looking at it, the blurry smudged baby sleeping away without a care in the world, you were still a little bitter and upset that Jimin didn’t turn up to the scan but of course you would show him later, today wasn’t about you.

“Sugar pie, are you awake yet?” Haven knocked and you grunted while laying on your side and struggled to sit up. 

“Yeah I’ll be right out” you called to her, listening to her walk away you were feeling flat and tired, trying to manifest some kind of energy to stand and face the world. As you walked out into the kitchen, you felt a little bit nauseous, overall you were just heavy and wanted to lay down all day. 

“We’re going to have some breakfast and make our way over to the venue soon, did you get some sleep?” 

“I’m so tired all the time” 

“I think that's normal, Sit and have some breakfast, you’ll need lots of energy today” Stevie digs into her plate of food. 

“I should get dressed first” You turn your nose away from the sickly sweet smell of syrup. 

“No need, you can go like that, I’ll grab your dress and shoes, you don’t need anything else right?” 

“I didn’t even pack a bag last night” You sighed. 

“Lucky I brought this then” Haven held up clothing items on a hanger with the little tags attached, she had bought you clothes due to you practically running away from home, Stevie must have called her before she came over, “The hotel will have a few of the essentials and if you need me to grab anything in the morning I’ll get it Sugar so don’t stress yourself and eat” 

“Thanks girls” you sniffled, you really did have great friends. 

You weren’t far away from the venue so you took your breakfast to go, now in the bride's room with your slightly re-altered dress you took a seat and started directing everyone panicking to get ready, your hair and makeup were fresh and all you had to do was slip on your dress. 

Stevie was already red in the face and pacing around the room with her hair in rollers and a white robe, muttering her vows to herself so she wouldn’t forget them. 

“Are you nervous?” You asked Stevie as she was being slipped in and got buttoned up in her lacy champagne gown. 

“No, never.. a little bit, how do I look?” Stevie posed elegantly. 

“Like a goddess, Yoongi won’t be able to take his eyes off you” you smile. 

“And his hands, I might be getting pregnant tonight too” She laughed, it was a joke but your mind was elsewhere and Stevie could see the absentminded look on your face. “Have you spoken to Jimin?” 

“Not yet, but I’ll see him soon” You smiled and stood to leave the room to get dressed for Stevie’s big day. 

“Oh! Don’t forget the key to your suite” Stevie says as she slips the card into your little purse. “Haven’s going to take your stuff to your room after the ceremony”

“I’m sorry you’ve had to take care of me, I’ve been a rubbish maid of honour, you didn’t even get to have a bachelorette party” 

“Y/N stop, you’re my best friend, besides I own a bar and my husband-to-be was literally a full time stripper, I live that life everyday” Stevie chuckled and it made you feel better. “Come on let’s get you in your dress or we’ll be late”

The music begins and Stevie’s four year old niece is the flower girl who walks first. she was supposed to lightly scatter a few lilac and white petals on the floor as she lightly skipped down the aisle but decided to tip the basket upside down and run away before falling over and crying, only to then run down towards her uncle Yoongi with his arms open wide to comfort her, smoothing down her ringlets before she was off again running to her mother. 

You’re the third person to walk down the aisle after Haven, everyone is watching, standing on their feet to welcome the bride while you’re clutching to your bouquet trying to walk in a straight line and not fall on your face. 

“Wow she looks stunning” Yoongi says to the guys next to him while Stevie walks down the aisle with her father on her arm, she looked so classy and beautiful that he couldn’t wait to bend her over and peel off her layers one by one and fuck her all night, even though that was his first though he unexpectedly noticed that his eyes started to well up with tears. 

Jimin handed Jin a tissue to pass along to Yoongi, and his smile was wide as he watched you walk shyly to the other side of the lilac and white draped matrimonial arch as Stevie comes to meet Yoongi at the end. 

“Look after her” Stevie’s father said as lifted his daughter's hand and placed it on top of Yoongi's giving his blessing. “She’s his problem now” he mutters and his wife swats him playfully with her handbag as he takes his seat and the ceremony begins. 

“We are gathered here today to bear witness to join these two people in matrimony.” 

The wedding ceremony is beautiful and Stevie's vows flow unaided by the card she stuffed down her cleavage earlier, they were so sweet and loving, as she promised him forever and ever. 

Yoongi on the other hand got a little wild and promised to only ‘paw at her tuna’ for the rest of his life. It must have been an inside joke because Stevie burst out laughing while everyone else in the room just shrugged in confusion as they exchanged their wedding bands deeming them a married couple. 

“You may now kiss the bride” is announced and in a flail of a champagne blur Yoongi dips his new wife, and gropes her ass as he kisses and throws her over his shoulder. 

“Everyone please help yourselves to champagne, we’ll be back shortly” he yells as he disappears down the aisle with Stevie laughing over his shoulder.

Laughing as you watch Stevie disappear you don’t realise that Jimin has come to intercept you before you could leave for the reception, but as he walks over he gets stuck behind the wedding guests as they all try to rush out of the door, he misses you as someone lets you go in front of them after seeing that you were pregnant. 

Everyone makes their way out and as Jimin steps out he quickly looks around for you but he can’t see you anywhere so he just follows the crowd leading to a white pitched marquee on the grand hotel grounds. 

You’re already inside standing near the entrance as you direct lost guests to their seats for the wedding buffet before you will probably have to persuade the guys to move the tables in time for the first dance. 

“Papa, papa! It’s Mama” The little girl you had met at the cheesesteak place pulled on your dress. 

“Oh hello, it’s nice to meet you again” You welcomed her and her father who came to stand behind her. 

“Again? do you know each other? What a coincidence that you’ve met this blooming flower, Henrí. This is Jimin’s girlfriend Y/N, and this is my brother Henrí” Pierre introduced you to his brother properly. 

“We’ve met briefly” You say smiling to greet both of them.

“Ah mon trésor, look at you, si magnifique, So close to me but yet so unobtainable, why does fate play cruel tricks with me” Pierre charmed acting over dramatically while Henry stood awkwardly to the side, it hurt him, that in a certain light you did indeed look like his late wife. 

“There are many beautiful women here, I.. on the other hand, am off the market.” you rub your bump.

“It's actually too bad, we’d make the perfect pair” Pierre said with a sad pout.

“Oh really?” You chuckle. 

“It’s sad really since Jimin could be away from you. It's hard to stay together when in a long distance relationship since his new job offer in France, you deserve someone that would be there for you.” Pierre says as he takes your hand. 

“What job?” You asked, pulling your hand away.

“Pierre stop.” Henri quipped, giving his brother a stern look before turning back to you. “My business partner has been trying to recruit Jimin to the Paris office, looks promising and it’s a good step for a new career,” Explains Henry. 

“He hasn’t told me anything..” 

“Ah maybe I shouldn’t have said anything, please forgive me?” Pierre gave you an overly pitied look. It was quite condescending as he pouted at you like a child. “Alizée come, let’s find our seats”

“Sorry about him.. he doesn’t know when to shut up” Henry bows to you apologetically.

“It’s fine, it was nice seeing you, please enjoy the complimentary champagne, someone should” you rubbed your bump again with the obvious meaning that you couldn’t enjoy drinking alcohol whilst being pregnant. 

Behind a few more guests came Jimin, he wanted to kiss you, embrace and hold you but wasn’t sure if you were still upset with him so he settled with a little smile. 

“You look beautiful” Jimin pecked you on the cheek and slowly retreated out of your air space. 

“Thank you, you look—”

“Did you sleep well? How was the scan, did you find out about the baby?” Jimin fires all his questions out at once. 

“Look Jimin, please not now, this isn't the time, we can talk later” You were still raw over him not turning up at the baby scan and the sudden news of a job offer in France “Here comes my date for the evening” 

Jimin scanned the crowd of people and to his horror he only saw Jungkook's smiling face walking in their direction as he greeted people, but as soon as you crouched down Jimin was confused. 

“Hey there handsome” you signed and Theo smiles in his tiny tux and he’s the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen as he grabs your hand and you both walk to your table with Jungkook stopping to chat to Jimin.

Yoongi and Stevie made it back in time for the buffet and everyone applauded their re-entrance as a married couple and you took your seat on the top table with Haven, Taehyung, Hoseok, and two empty chairs on the other side of Theo for Jimin and Jungkook. 

You had noticed that Stevie had a crease in her hair as she walked to her seat but you decided just to let her enjoy the night and not worry about how the back of her hair was a little frizzy until after the meal. 

“I’ve taken your stuff to your room Darlin’ for when you’re ready to go to bed” 

“You didn’t carry shit..” Hoseok points to her, but Haven just folded her arms and rolled her eyes. 

Jimin and Jungkook come to sit at the table, Theo had sat in Jimin’s chair and had gone as far as to even change the name cards putting Jimin between him and Jungkook and you can’t help but laugh until Jin stands to make his hilarious best man speech before everyone helps themselves to the buffet. 

You’re sipping on a glass of water brought to you by Haven as she could see you were a little flushed around the cheeks, the marquee staff had placed heaters around to keep guests warm but you were on fire. The body heat from everyone was making you feel a little claustrophobic so you walked outside for some fresh air. 

Sitting on a lone bench you enjoyed the light breeze caressing your face and shoulders, as you listened to the party goers inside the marquee, 

“Baby are you okay?” You turn to see Jimin with a  concerned expression at you sitting alone outside on a wooden bench. 

“Yeah, just a little warm in there” you say and Jimin holds his hand to your head “I’m fine Jimin, it’s nice and cool out here” He was glad you looked fine as you looked up to the night sky and swayed a little to the music coming from inside. “How was your day?” 

“Busy, I’m just a little tired” You say laying your head on his shoulder and Jimin understood not to press about the baby until you were ready to talk about it. 

“Is everything okay?” Jungkook looked panicked but was soon eased by your smile as everything seemed well. “Sorry, I thought something was wrong, I’ll just go” he stutters as he notices that he might have interrupted a special moment, but under Jungkook's legs Theo dipped as he ran to you, tugging at your arm. 

“Excuse me gentlemen but I think I’m off for a dance” Theo pulls you inside onto the dance floor, your ankles are swollen but you’ll do anything for your best buddy, you hold your hands in his as he jumps vigorously, out of beat with the music. 

Jimin and Jungkook follow with a smile and watch as Theo wears you down to exhaustion, you have been on your feet all day, the song ends and you sit at a small side table to get off your feet and take your shoes off as Jimin takes Theo for a spin. 

“You look great,” Jungkook says, sipping on a flute of orange juice, which didn’t go unnoticed by you.

“I would believe you, if I wasn’t carrying a bump the size of a boulder,” you breathed out, rubbing the ache in your side. 

“It suits you” Jungkook looked at his shoes “pregnancy I mean, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you look more beautiful” Jungkook eyes lingered on your bump. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to over step I just— it’s crazy that could be my tiny person in there” you say nothing and take a breath out of sheer tiredness “Y/N? if the baby is mine…” Jungkook took a long paused to gather his thoughts “Theo still doesn’t recognise me as his father and I don’t want the same thing to happen with this baby, I'll try really hard, I’ve given up drinking and I’m going to therapy, I just want us to be a real family,”

“If it’s you, I can accept that, but I’ll decide then what is good for me, I’m not going to keep you on the back burner just because we may have a daughter together Jungkook, I don’t love you, I love Jimin” 

“I know” He accepts the rejection but you’re too exhausted to continue this conversation so shake your head and tell him you’ll talk another time. 

Jimin watches as you walk away from Jungkook, he begins to approach you but Eva steps in to stop him and Jungkook disappears the opposite way from you to greet Taehyung. 

“Jimin, I can see it in the way he looks at her, I’m going to lose him and you’ll lose her, we both know what Jungkook is like when it comes to women he can’t have, pregnant or not”

“She isn’t like that” Jimin frowned at Eva’s insinuation of your character. “She loves me” 

“Are you sure about that, didn’t she love him too at one point?” Eva stood closer to him trying to play on any slight insecurity he might have about you and Jungkook “Why don’t you just come home with us to France, take the job and you can be with Theo, we can be a family again” Eva straightened up Jimin’s lapels and brushed down his tie. 

“So you’re the one who asked Jihyun to set up the job, that’s so shitty of you Eva, you’re so scared that Jungkook isn’t being faithful so you’re trying to manipulate me to come back with you?” Jimin scoffs in disbelief “This isn’t a game, I love Theo and I’ll always be there for him, but me and you will never be together again.”

“That baby could be anyone's she’s too far along for it to be yours, I’ve done the math, what will you do, raise another child to just abandon it when you’re not the dad?” 

“That’s not fair Eva, you took Theo to France and I didn’t have a say in that, you’re with Jungkook and if you’re too insecure to trust him then that’s on you, I trust her completely” Jimin goes to walk away tugging his arm away from hers as Eva tries to hold onto him. 

“You never got me pregnant, even after two years of being engaged, she’s cheated on you, you're wasting your time on her Jimin, come home with us and be with Theo.” 

“Hey what’s going on?” Jungkook interrupts. 

“Nothing, just talking about the wedding Honey” Eva says to Jungkook and downs her champagne “I see Y/N is getting so big now, practically bulging” 

“She looks beautiful,” Jimin says, looking your way. 

“She’s definitely hard to miss” Eva scowls as both Jimin and Jungkook watch you talk to Stevie and head out the main doors and into the foyer. 

“I can't believe I could be having a daughter..” Jungkook breathed out absentmindedly watching you leave and Eva scowled at the sentimental tone in his voice.

“Daughter?” Jimin asks

“You?” Eva raises her voice. 

“It’s a small possibility,” Jungkook added, and Eva’s eyes shot to Jimin. 

“Jimin, you knew about this?” but of course Jimin shrugged. Accepting it knowingly with a nod. 

“That’s so fucking typical of you” she gulps another glass of champagne in one. “I can’t believe you both, and you didn’t think to mention this to me?!” she scoffed. Jimin tried to interject but Jungkook was too quick to come back at her.

“You’re such a fucking hypocrite, I didn’t even know I had a son for 2 years! I was just waiting until I knew for sure” Jungkook groaned in frustration as Eva collected more glasses of alcohol. 

“Wait.. Jungkook.. The baby is a girl, how do you know that?” Jimin’s eyes were watery and Jungkook felt bad, he knew how much he loved you and the baby.

“It was an accident, it kind of slipped out earlier while you were dancing with Theo.” Jungkook grimaced and set his empty glass on a tray and walked away to greet Namjoon and Jin who had just walked his way. 

“I told you so, if that baby is his you’re going to lose her, just come back to France with us” She begged but soon reared her ugly head when it seemed she was getting nowhere “Could you bring yourself not to resent her if she’s just another one of Jungkook's discarded sluts, that has another one of his children” she spits. 

“They were together before we even dated, she’s nothing like you, and that baby at least has a chance of being mine too and if she’s Jungkook’s baby, I’ll accept it and I’ll still love her like my own, just like I do with Theo and No, I won’t resent her, ever” Jimin dashed away to find you, he saw you enter the lobby so he padded through until he was met by the elevator already on its way past the 8th floor, so he took the stairs. 

Huffing and puffing after every step, he tried to call Yoongi but he got no answer. He didn’t know what room you were in or where you were going, so he ran to his room to get his bearings. He couldn’t be in the same room with Eva any longer. The audacity of that woman who not only went behind his back once before, but manipulated his brother to try and get him to go to France, she was just so unimaginably cunning. 

Rubbing his face as he entered his room, he flicked through his contacts list wondering who to call, Stevie was most likely too busy to answer and he didn’t have Haven's number, his only bet was to call Hoseok. 

His phone began to ring and as Jimin went to change out of his suit, he noticed your lilac dress on the bedroom floor, looking further inside there you were fast asleep, worn out from the whole day, beautifully sprawled out in the middle of the bed in nothing but your maternity underwear.

“Hello? Hello?” Hoseok answered but Jimin just hung up, he would explain in the morning.

Taking off his jacket and shoes he lifted himself slowly on the bed, so he wouldn’t wake you, he wanted to touch you, feel you, but wasn’t sure if he could after you left, he wasn’t sure what you wanted him now, after he fucked up. 

“Y/N” Jimin whispered “I’m sorry for everything please I should have put you first, All I could think all day was that I should have been with you and our baby, can you please forgive me?” He sniffed. 

“Jimin?” You rubbed your eyes, “what’s wrong why are you crying?” 

“Yes baby it’s me, Shh go back to sleep” there was no falling back to sleep after you had woken up to him softly sobbing. “I’m sorry” 

“No Jimin, I’m sorry I was mad at you, please don’t move to France” 

“I’m not moving to France. What gave you that idea?”

“P-Pierre, Said you’ll leave and take a job in France” you sob. “A-And that we wouldn’t work long distance” 

“That assho… I never said that, baby please don’t cry, I’m not going anywhere okay? I love you” 

“I love you too, so much”

“Yes I have a new job. My brother's friend offered for me to go to France but I refused the offer, even if I took it I would have taken both of you with me, you’re worth more to me, you both are, I don't care what job I have as long as it’s upstanding, and you’re there with me” 

“Jimin, is this because of what my mother said?” You knew that your parents were unsettled about his type of career, but you loved him no matter what job he had.

“I want to be a reliable man and a good father” Jimin laid himself next to you brushing his fingers through your hair. 

“You already are” You scooched closer to him, holding him close. 

“My dad gave me an office job, it’s only boring administrative stuff right now but I can be there for you instead of leaving you home alone at night, go to bed with you, take care of night feeds and change diapers”

“But you love to dance” 

“I love you and our daughter” you were confused you hadn’t told anyone the gender yet and Jimin could see it on your face “Jungkook told me, he said that it slipped out while you were talking earlier, it’s okay I’m guessing he was pushing your buttons again” Jimin kissed your forehead. 

“How did you even get into my room?” You asked curiously. 

“This is my room, Yoongi gave me the key, I found you laying here when I came back”

“What a coincidence that Stevie gave me mine, I think they want me out of their house” You chuckled, obviously this was their master plan to get you and Jimin together again.

“Come home, I’ve missed you, both of you ” he places a hand on your stomach. “My girls” You nod and wipe your face free from tears. 

“Do you want to see her?” You asked and Jimin nodded as you rolled over to pick up the black and white sonogram. “I think she looks like me” You say with a smile as you both lay there together looking at the pictures. 

“Yeah she does” Jimin kissed you softly on the lips.

The black and white sonogram softly fluttered to the floor as Jimin wrapped his arms around your body and curled your leg over his hip, kissing your neck and collarbone while simultaneously trying to get his hand inside your underwear to peel them away. 

But as your maternity wear was far up your stomach he couldn’t get the vantage to pull them all the way down, laughing as he sat up to pull them completely off you hid your face. 

“Don’t laugh at my panties” You pout, knowing that you only wore them for support under your bridesmaids dress. 

“I’m sorry they’re just..” you swiped them from him quickly and threw them harshly to the floor before he could finish his sentence. 

“I thought I was going to be alone tonight” you defended, covering your face in embarrassment, playfully trying to push him away from you, while he grabs your hands and kisses them both. 

“If I have my way you’ll never be alone again” Jimin leaned down onto his hands kissing the top of your bump. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there, but I’m going to make it up to you over and over until you forgive me” He says as he leans further down kissing the inside of your thigh until he reaches your apex. 

“Jimin I’m too big, I’m going to suffocate you” You try to palm him away from between your legs.

“I’d happily die between these thighs” He chuckled and slowly nuzzled at your clit listening to you whimper in anticipation. He’s slow at first just playing with the fleshy bud with his tongue then sucking on it until your whines are echoing around the room. 

Dipping his tongue inside to savour your taste, he hooks his hands under your legs making himself go deeper devouring your pretty pussy until you’re unravelling. You’re breathing heavily but your hormones are on fire as your entangled fingers pull on his hair. 

You’re so close already, aching for a release, you’ve been busy all day and you can feel your muscles straining as your body is peaking its high but he pulls away leaving you pleading in want. 

“No, no don't stop” You cling to his hair which makes him pull a sexy grin as his lips kiss a pathway over your protruding belly to face you.

“I want to see your beautiful face when I make you cum.” Jimin pecks your lips then sits on his heels to ruffle the pillows to make you comfortable and you know you’re in for a wrecking when he lifts one under your ass so you’re not straining to meet his thrusts. Jimin swallows heavily, wanting to plunge himself deep into your wet gleaming pussy, but instead he licks up the rest of your slick mess and you’re frustrated just waiting to feel him inside you. He teases you a little longer knowing from your harsh breaths and your hips are practically levitating towards him. “You look gorgeous like this” Jimin places a deep kiss in turn on your clavicles before slighting his way down the channel between your breasts before hooking your thighs under his arms and holding your ass in his big hands. 

Lining himself up you can feel the tip pierce your puffy pussy and you're consumed as he slides himself slowly and fully to his hilt. He grasps your ass with his greedy hands as he begins to thrust, striking your insides with a steady rhythm. 

“Uh yeah right there” You affirm and Jimin thrusts harder stroking himself between your walls, coating himself in your pleasure, hitting you with everything he’s got knowing you’re edging closer to your end, he swirled his tongue around your nipple lightly knowing your breasts are swollen and sensitive, slowly kissing them with an open mouth so not cause you pain, but you don’t give a shit about that right now, you want him to make up for lost time and leave you absolutely desecrated, for the need of something more you clutch him closer so he sucks a little bit harder.

A passionate declaration parts from your lips over and over until a heaving whine erupts from your throat as Jimin pads your clit with his thumb, you can’t help but writhe as the pit in your stomach has started to ache needing to release. “Yea Jimin, there, there” You scream as you’re cumming, finally letting go, squeezing around Jimin’s cock so tightly that he hisses out a curse. 

“I love you” He whispers against your lips, pumping his cock a few more times before nutting his load inside you as you clench, you breathlessly cling to him, feeling his skin against yours and his panting in your ear as he leans over your body, spent. Your body relaxes with a tingling feeling as you come down and for the moment you can’t think of anything but of the sensation you had just felt melting your mind into a fuzz as Jimin rolls over after going soft inside you. 

“Oomph” you hiss as your daughter stretches out her limbs.

“What’s wrong?” Jimin springs up to look over you worried that maybe he hurt you. 

“Nothing, just being kicked from the inside” You breathe out a chuckle, moving the pillows from around you, throwing cum soaked pillow from the bed to the floor.

“Can I feel it?” You nod as you lay back and take his hand and place it on your stomach, you wait a little bit but it seemed your daughter had settled back down.

“Maybe another ti—Oo, there she is” You giggle and Jimin’s face lights up as he feels your daughter kicked out. 

“You’re going to have to think of a name for her, you know,” Jimin says as he puts his ear against your stomach. 

“I wouldn’t know what would be appropriate, she’ll live in Korea, she'll probably need a Korean name, what do you think?” You wondered what Jimin's family names were but you felt you wouldn’t be honouring them if the baby was Jungkook's so you stuttered to take back your question. “Or maybe we should wait until she’s born?” 

“You’re worried about Jungkook aren’t you?” Jimin said and he was right on the money taking you into his arms. 

“I don't want to be, but I’d just feel awful if..” 

“I know baby, I know you’re going through a tough time with both of us in mind, if he’s her father it doesn’t matter, if she has his name or mine, we’re a family all the same” Jimin entwined his fingers with yours and pecks your knuckles. “If you want to wait we’ll wait, I promise it’ll all be fine” he soothes your worries and settles you against his chest, pulling the duvet up atop your body to settle to sleep. 

As the night rolled to early morning, you and Jimin slept in each other's arms. Yoongi and Stevie were still reeling in their drunken love as they move across the hotel hallway after leaving their wedding reception, smelling of champagne and a light sweat from dancing and Yoongi couldn’t wait to get his new wife into bed as he hauls her ass into a bridal carry and over their threshold to their suite as she giggles. Whereas Haven and Hoseok didn’t even make it past the gardens before breaking their ‘going slow’ pact to each other, her dress thrown over her hips against the outside wall that Hoseok had pinned her too. Henri took his daughter and sister and nephew home, while his brother Pierre and Jungkook sat at the bar with Namjoon, Taehyung and Jin talking about how they had stripped for a living. 

“Not all of us get naked, only me and Jin but Jungkook here was the best of us, the ladies miss you buddy” Taehyung tipsily patted the younger one on the back. “Yoongi used to get full frontal back in the day but he’s all married now” Taehyung blew raspberries at the thought “Who knew he would be first?” He says as he downs another drink “So which one of you bastards is next?” 

“Definitely not me” Namjoon holds up his hands. “What about you Jin?” 

“If I met the right girl, yeah I would get married, there’s no point asking Taehyung..” he skipped “What about you Jungkook?” Jin looked through a drunken haze. 

“Jimin..” Jungkook says, soberly looking into almost empty glass of orange juice, “Definitely Jimin next” Jungkook sighs and leaves the stool he was perched on as the guys watch him walk away solemnly, rubbing his face as he leaves the rest of the guys to go to his room in silence. 

“Poor kid, can’t imagine how he’s feeling right now” Says Jin watching their youngest walk away visibly stressed. 

“It’s his own fault, he took her for granted and Jimin snatched her up, you snooze ya lose” Taehyung was firm, he knew how fucked up his friend had treated you. “Jungkook doesn’t do feelings” 

“He’s just worried about the baby, I’d feel the same too if it could be my flesh and blood” Namjoon physically froze as Jin mentioned the baby, they shouldn’t be talking about this in front of Pierre.

“I think I must be confused..?” Pierre wasn’t sure if he was hearing it right and thought he could be misunderstanding the situation, he may be trilingual but between drunken slurring and certain accents sometimes it could be difficult. 

“Oh nothi—” Namjoon tried to intervene. 

“Well Jungkook was with Y/N, and now she’s with Jimin but they’re not sure about the paternity of the baby” Jin opens his mouth and Namjoon nudges his arm. 

“Oh! C'est pourquoi il a rejeté ma soeur…” Pierre drunkenly babbled, he knew that Jungkook and Eva weren’t on the best of terms, every ounce of affection she tried to show him was brushed off.

“En Coréen s'il vous plaît" Namjoon jutted his glass at Pierre to pour him another drink. He knew what he said but didn’t want to let on, it was no surprise to him that Jungkook was rejecting Eva, she had lied to him for two years and just expected him to embrace her, to fill his heart after coming clean. No chance.

“Oh, just everything makes a lot more sense to me now I actually know about it, I just though the tension between Jungkook and Eva was because of Jimin”  

“It isn’t because of Y/N either, he just wants to know about the baby, he’s conflicted, whether to stay here or stay in France, can you imagine having two children in two different countries?.” Namjoon explained to clear up any misunderstandings.

“Non, I can’t imagine” Pierre understood Jungkook was having a hard time, but his only concerns were about his sister and nephew. “But it’s probably best if he isn’t all things considered” 

“We shouldn’t even be talking about this, it’s none of our business, we don’t even know anything yet” Namjoon knew gossip turned into drip fed lies and he didn’t want anything being twisted or lost in translation. “As far as I’m concerned she’s having a baby, nothing else matters right now and if I was ever in their position I wouldn’t want my friends talking about it behind my back” Namjoon said matter of fact.

At the sobering thought the group dispersed to go to their respective rooms, they only needed to be there for their friends when the time came for congratulations and commiserations to either of them, but they all needed to be there for you and they knew that nothing would change the outcome in the end. Not even magic. 

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A Reluctant Wager

for @luulapants and the Stiles Shipping Central discord’s monthly ficlet exchange! Steo arguing about vents and Derek being super done, lol. enjoy.

| Steo | 1k | Gen | Bickering | Bets | Getting Together |

(also on AO3)

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“He’s not gonna let us.”

Stiles banged on the loft door anyway. “Sure he is,” he told Theo stubbornly. “Derek, unlike you, knows better than to argue with me when I’m literally always right.”

“Wanna bet?”

Scowling, Stiles rounded on him. Theo had that godawful smirk on his face, the one that was so attractive it made Stiles want to punch himself in the face so he couldn’t see and be tempted by it anymore. Theo was a smug fucker, and his smug fucker opinions were wrong, and Stiles wasn’t afraid to prove it.

“You’re on.”

Theo’s face lit up at the lack of terms or negotiation. Whatever, it didn’t matter. Stiles was gonna win anyway. He ignored Theo and banged again, yelling Derek’s name. His car was in the parking lot, they knew he was in there. And he was the only person with a building large enough to serve their purpose. Stiles was on a mission and Derek, being the longtime friend and beloved pack member that he was, would respect that.

Finally, the door creaked open to reveal a very grumpy, bedheaded Derek. “For the love of god,” he growled, “what do you want?”

“Stiles wants to get himself stuck in your vents,” Theo offered up, oh so helpfully.

Even if he’d been fully awake, that wouldn’t have made any sense. Derek blinked at him. “…What?”

Stiles shoved Theo. “What I want is to prove to this asshole that you can crawl through vents to infiltrate buildings. Maybe not all buildings, but big industrial buildings with the right kind of vents. And you’re the only person we know with a big industrial building whose vents I can use to demonstrate this fact and prove myself right.”

Derek blinked at them again.

Stiles held his breath.

“No. Go away.”

Fuck.

“Wait, Derek, no, you gotta let me in, just for a minute, I need to—!”

The door clanged shut in his face, the sound echoing around the spacious stairway and mingling with the sound of Theo’s uproarious laughter. Stiles hurt his toe kicking the heavy metal door, hopping up and down on one foot with a stream of curses.

“I’m still right,” he insisted through gritted teeth. “We’ll go find some other building. Or, you know what? We’ll just go around the side of this one, look for grates out there that lead in and use those. The whole point is that vents can be used to infiltrate. Derek doesn’t need to let us in for me to prove that and it’s probably more effective proof if he doesn’t, so—”

“Too bad that wasn’t the bet.”

Already halfway down the first flight of stairs, Stiles froze. Fuck, fuck, fuck. “Just because we can’t test out the theory doesn’t mean I’m proven wrong,” he tried gamely.

Theo’s smirk grew. He sauntered his way down the stairs, one heavy step at a time, until he was right behind Stiles, his breath ruffling Stiles’ hair. “We didn’t bet on the vents,” he reminded him in a soft, satisfied voice that sent frustratingly strong shivers down his spine. “We bet about Derek’s willingness to let you in, and you lost. Which means I won. And, if I recall correctly, you didn’t bother setting any terms.”

Stiles spun around to face him. He ended up face to face with Theo’s chest, which was even more frustrating than his stupid, tempting smirk and his stupid, smooth, seductive voice. Why couldn’t the guy be unattractive? Stiles deserved that, didn’t he? For his arch-nemesis—okay, so they weren’t really enemies anymore by this point. They had graduated to a solid frenemies-who-bicker-about-stupid-stuff-for-fun status, but that wasn’t the point—to be ugly enough that Stiles didn’t find himself fantasizing about kissing him when they were supposed to be arguing? He felt like he had earned that much grace from the universe, and yet here he was, staring at Theo’s obnoxiously buff chest while Theo lorded his win over him like a cat with a canary in his teeth.

“Okay, what do you want?” he snapped. “You want me to do something embarrassing? Think of something more original than last time, at least, because that was just—”

“Go on a date with me.”

Stiles sputtered to a stop. His eyes redirected, abruptly, from Theo’s pecs to his face. “What?”

Smirk still firmly in place, Theo shrugged. “That’s what I want. A date.” When Stiles continued to stare, he laughed, and fuck him for having a charming laugh too. “I figure,” the asshole said, “if I’m going to argue with you all the time, I might as well do it over dinner.”

“You don’t have to argue with me, you know,” Stiles stammered out.

“Oh no, I’m going to.” Theo slid down one more step until they were properly face to face, close enough to share breath. “Arguing with you is the best part of my day.”

Stiles opened his mouth to say that was weird and dumb, but Theo was really close and warm and his brain had sort of stopped working. He was barely coherent enough to admit to himself that it would’ve been a lie anyway. He had been the one to suggest this little field trip in the first place, hadn’t he? What had that been except an excuse to keep arguing with Theo for another hour?

He opened his mouth to argue some more, but he was interrupted by Derek’s door sliding open again.

“Just kiss already and get out of my building.”

“Fuck you, Derek!” Stiles shouted back. “This is your fault!”

Derek made a face at him. “You’re welcome.” The door slammed shut again.

“I hate that guy,” Stile, quietly but with feeling. “So, so much.”

Theo grabbed him by the shirt, hauled him in, and kissed him. Just like that. When he was done, he said against Stiles’ lips, “Wanna trash talk him over burgers?”

Well, he had lost the bet.

“…Fine. But the vents conversation is not over.”

Theo grinned. “Good.”