#her cheeks are so squishy! and she knows me by name as well ^^

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hiii im home!!

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𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 ⎯⎯⎯ Part II of the '𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇' series

SYNOPSIS: In the bleakest times of your life, there kindled a little ember in you. Tsukiko, moon child, you were coping, one way or another. But dark clouds claw at the litte light of hope in your life as you come face to face with Suguru again.

TW: crying, teen-pregnancy, panic attacks, lactation, depression-like symptoms, post-partum, adoption,, self-loathing, su!c!dal ideation, jealousy, mentions of suguru's twisted ideals of a perfect jujutsu society, big sad :(

A/N: Thank you for all the support to this series!! Ps! look out for the symbolism in objects, i used big brain power lol. Plus I am sooooo sorry for delaying this so much

NOTE: reader is in her last year so she'd be around 17-19 :) This big sad will build up to happiest happy in the last part so bear with me.

WC: 4k lmaooo

Series masterlist Pt1: 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇 ⏮ ⏸ ⏭ Part 3 Now playing: Part 2

The child, a baby girl, lay giggling and cooing in your arms as you look down at her with warmth in your eyes. She's the spitting image of an angel with her wide and expressive eyes, her small nose, a sharp arch exactly like her father, pink flushed cheeks and a tuft of soft dark black hair on her head…She looks exactly like Suguru.

She is a talkative baby, her little pink lips opening and closing wit soft 'pops', thats quite literally talking, what even is the difference when you are holding a squishy 2 month old? Her hands and movements are disoriented, jerky, flailing her chubby little arms and legs without care.

Her tiny hand reaching up to grab at your strands of hair, her big eyes looking curiously at your hair, observing how it moves with her tiny wrist.

"Come on, sweetheart, let mama do shopping for you." you whisper to the tiny baby strapped to your chest as you go around picking the essentials

She looks up at your voice, her lips almost forming a little pout and you can't help but coo lightly at her cuteness. You resist the urge to snap another photo and send it to Shoko to which she would always reply with a boring thumbs up emoji, but you know well how she smiles after seeing her god-child.

"Let's see what we have... we got the diapers, baby oil, flour, we got the veggies and other stuff...ah pear, we should get some pears." you say to the baby. It was difficult to think singularly in singular pronouns, it was the two of you-- it was 'us', 'our' through and through.

You walk down to the fruit isle, looking for some pears. Eventually you find the last pack in the thin mesh. Your hands reach forward to grip it and so does another. Your heart ceases. There is no way you wouldn't recognise that hand. The faint tan under which lie a constellation of protruding green veins. Fingers with a naturally large nail bed, the skin around it slightly discoloured. Suguru. There was no doubt it was him, you didn't even need to look up or rather you didn't have the strength to.

You suddenly wanted to laugh. You felt like a tragic greek hero, comung across your beloved, a bit too late. Orpheus and Eurydice, Hyacinthus and Apollo. Achilles and Patroclus. But the real tragedy was, as the poets said, "I could recognise him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world."

"Suguru..." You whisper out breathlessly as you finally dare and look him in the eye.

His name leaving your lips like a plea tears straight through his chest, his heart aching at the sound of his beloved's voice again. He can't help but feel his heart racing as he looks at your face, drinking in the sight of your tired but radiant face. "Y/N," he murmurs out.

He feels sick, how instantly his sleep-deprived body finds solitude at the sight of you. Relief flooding into his lungs, spreading throughout his veins like a chasm. Its shattering, he feels like a man who was lost in a desert after having left his paradise for a mirage of an oasis.

His body is on fire, his muscles searing to envelop you, to somehow make you melt into him and never let go. His vision blurs, watery, and then suddenly, his breath stills, when his eyes fall onto the soft bundle safely strapped to you chest. An appearance uncanny similar to his, its alive, living. His ears buzz in trepidation. On one hand you stand in front of him and he wants to fall on his knees and tell you how miserable and lonely he was, how being the villain in everyone's story, including yours doesn't bother him anymore, but that child...

"Is that.." he murmurs, but his voice trembles more that he would have liked it to.

Your eyebrows etch into a small frown, you almost want to scream at him for even asking this question. "Obviously." You reply your eyes darting to the aisles in the mart.

His breath stutters and his palms turn cold. No, no, no, no, no. A soft gasp leaves his mouth. The revelation tumbling down him. he had thought of everything. He was ready to face anything, and every consequence, and yet somehow some way he had forgotten to calculate a variable. A variable that was a variable that you, a variable was his child.

He killed his parents without hesitation, left the walls of the quaint house he grew up in all sullied with but somehow the sight of you with his child brings him to his knees. He wants to sob, rest his head on your knee and shakily kiss you and the baby in forgiveness.

"That's my child..." he says, but it sounds more like a statement than a question. With his silken black hair and nose bridge, the same bright black eyes he had as a kid....that's his

You take in a deep breath and nod, your heart pounds in your chest till it aches. "Tsukiko." You whisper out, your voice hoarse as you look at the little girl

Suguru has to bite his lip just to keep himself sane, memories of that bittersweet night flooding in and he feels he would topple over the pear rack.

"Tsukiko...she's named Tsukiko..." He says out and his hand shakes. That's his blood, his daughter and yet he is the farthest thing from a father. Seeing her so close to you, the way you are fussing over her, it has his throat run dry by the intensity of a ground marred from rain, a rain that fell always but now doesn't fall in the courtyard of his heart, leaving all the plants of humane emotions, wilting and dry.

He can't help but murmur out, "A pretty name. It suits her." He whispers out softly, gently reaching out a hand towards the small child. "May I?"

You look at him as a strange anger wells up within. You want to refuse, yet you want to cry in his sturdy arms, for him to envelope you so hard that you can't breathe. You want to beg him to come back, and yet you want to slap him and tell him to never show his face.

You want him to stay, to apologise for letting some as young as you go through pregnancy alone. You want him to apologise for leaving you in a state where the shadows around you seemed to warp in oddly threatening shapes, where intrusive thoughts had you so scared you had to call Shoko or Satoru just to listen to their voice, so that you feel real and don't end up doing anything stupid.

You want him to go back to your dorm room in jujutsu high, where all of his belongings are untouched like the day he left.

You gently unclasp her from the carrier. “Support her neck, she’s only two months old.”

He swallows the lump in his throat as he gently takes the child into his arms, watching as you gently unclasp her from the carrier and gently place her into his arms. His heart hammers in his chest as he carefully and gently supports her small, fragile neck, feeling her small frame in his arms. Tsukiko blinks her wide eyes in confusion, staring up at him with wide, curious eyes.

You feel anguished, thinking of what life could have been if Suguru had never left for his goals. What if you hadn’t lost half of your soul that day.

His heart aches as he holds the small baby in his arms, thinking of all the moments he will lose out on seeing now. Never seeing her first steps, her first words, never reading her bedtime stories, never having her call him ‘daddy’. He will never get to see her experience the feeling of pure and unbridled joy for the first time, or seeing her face light up at all the small, everyday things that make children happy. He knows he has missed so much already, and the thought of missing more...

His heart aches and his breath catches in his throat as he feels the small child’s bottom lip tremble slightly, her head turning up to look at you with a conflicted look in her eyes. He can feel her small frame quiver slightly in his arms, probably still confused by the fact that she is in a stranger’s arms, but she isn’t crying to get away from him. The fact that she’s not crying to get back into your arms makes him want to laugh and sob all at the same time.

"Tsuki." You whisper out as you gently brush your fingers on her face. For some odd reason you don't want her to cry in his arms. After all the pain he has inflicted on me, Iyou still don't want him to be hurt by his girl crying to get away from him.

You take a sudden breath as my fingers brush against his arm accidentally, and suddenly you feel so small, so alone. With Tsuki away from your chest, even though she is right in front of you, you feel a strange fear of abandonment.

His heart races as he feels your fingers brush against his arm accidentally, your fingers leaving a scorching heat in their wake even though you’re only brushing against his arm. Your fingers are icy cold, and it’s just then that he realizes that you have tears streaming down your face, the droplets running down your chin and dripping onto the linoleum flooring of the grocery store. Your shoulders are trembling and you’re trying to hold back your sobs, but he can hear your strangled breaths.

"Give her back to me and leave." You whisper out as you bite your lips. Its not fair, It hurts so much. You have been so strong until now, taking care of everything, but now he is here and everything is rushing back like a riptide, knocking you off your feet, making you fall face-first onto the sand

He can feel his eyes widening in shock as your strangled words reach his ears, his heart aching painfully as he holds back the urge to cry out. He watches you struggle to stop tears from streaming down your face, watching the way your shoulders tremble as you try to hold back your sobs, watching as you fight back the urge to just hold the baby and run back to his arms.

"Geto." You murmur. Not Sugu, not Suguru. "Give me my child back," You whisper as you look at him, your hand clutching your chest as it aches so painfully. "Are you having fun seeing me make a spectacle of myself in the middle of a mart?" You croak out, but your voice doesn't waver.

His heart breaks as you call him ‘Geto’ in such a cold, detached voice. He gulps and hand the baby to you, his hands immediately feeling so empty, thats his daughter, his little girl. He wants to hold her, kiss her head, kiss the beautiful woman who brought her to life, but he is going to make a new world, and when all that is done, you would all be a family....

You gently tuck Tsukiko back in the carrier as he hands her to you and walk out of the mart, towards the exit. The groceries forgotten. You will buy them some other day. Each step is so difficult.

You wanna go back to him, cry in his arms, sob and hit his chest. Standing underneath a stop as you dial your phone to Satoru and he answers. "Satoru...can you pick us up?" I murmur tiredly, my voice hoarse

The moment he heard your voice over the phone, Satoru felt his heart dropping to his stomach. He can hear the way your voice is strained and hoarse, and he can sense the way that you are on the verge of tears. Satoru swallows the lump in his throat as he stands up from his desk and grabs the keys off his desk. “I’m on my way.”

You nod and cut the call, staring blankly at the clouds. You hear the automated door of the mart open and look at Suguru exiting the mart, three polybags in his hands as he walks up to you and keeps two of them on the ground. You look at the bag...its all the things in my cart and the pears.

Your lip trembles as I look up at him, eyes bleary. Tsukiko is now peacefully asleep against your chest. Her faint smell, that of baby powder and milk...It lingers from Suguru too, your head pounds.

He faintly smells like her too now and the way he looks at her, like he is aching, his eyes begging--- they are peading in the same way as they were on the night which lead to Tsuki. I wish I can have what I love, but to protect what I love, I must make a society where those I love ⎯ sorcerers: you, Tsuki, Satoru, Shoko ⎯ are safe

"Go, it's about to rain soon. You'll catch a cold if you get wet." You whisper out tiredly.

His heart aches as he watches you whisper out your words, the exhaustion plain on your face. He can’t bear to see you struggling and forcing yourself to be strong when he is the sole reason for your pain. And as he hears your tired voice, he just can’t help the way his hand reaches out to gently brush the tear away from your cheek. “Y/N…don’t cry,” he whispers.

You look at his hand caressing your cheek before a soft sob escapes your mouth. His touch making goosebumps rise all over your body. “Don’t do that, you have no right to when you decided to leave….” You say as you weakly push his hand away, but it’s so feeble and weary that it’s like a gentle nudge.

A fresh wave of tears builds in your eyes, and all he wants to do is draw you into his arms and hold you until your sobs fade away. It kills him how weak you are, how weak his leaving has made you. He wants to hold you and never let you suffer like this ever again. But how could he after he’s the one that caused this pain to begin with?

His phone rings, an unfamiliar contact name flashes on his screen. Mimiko with a little childish flower emoji next to it.

You feel your heart drop to your stomach; to the point that you feel as if you are having morning sickness all over again.

"That's your girlfriend?" you ask with a soft chuckle, as you don't feel this ugly cold wave wash over you, you feel my limbs stiffen, your teeth chattering at how cold I feel.

Its as if your heart has closed off, putting up a barrier around it and locking away all those painful emotion that he has inflicted on you. He looks down at his phone, seeing a picture of Mimiko and Nanako, the little girls he rescued and adopted 11 months ago, smiling in the caller ID. "Y/N..no..."

"You don't have to defend yourself y'know." you say with a fake breathy laugh as your hand supports Tsumiko's sleeping head to your chest. "Not that it matters anymore."

He bites his lip as he stares at your expression, his heart being "I’m not gonna defend myself but...those are my kids, not my girlfriends," he says softly.

Your eyebrows furrow as your grip on Tsukiko tightens instinctively. "...What?" Its too much. Its way too much for you to handle, your ears ring uncomfortably, yet you try to stand firm.

"Mimiko and Nanako..." He swallows nervously, trying to figure out the right words to say. "I-I found them, when I left you. They are sisters. Their parents were murdered, and they were in such horrendous conditions that I just had to rescue them," he stutters, feeling a sudden uncomfortable rush of warmth on his cheeks from his heart racing.

"I see, uhm thats very nice of you." You mutter with a little smile. "Having two daughters, must be nice. something positive amongst all that you are doing..." You say, but your throat runs dry. He has two daughters. That’s basically a family. He is raising them out of goodwill and love, it’s optimistic.

Your heart aches as you think about Tsukiko. Her mother still stuck to her past, clinging to her lover.

Most of the days you can't tell the date from start to finish. You blankly do all the work, function normally but trapped in this surreal dream that you can't snap out from, until your back hits the bed and you stare at a picture of you and Suguru on the bedside. Finally crying, showing some humane emotion after acting like a non-sentient being.

He has two daughters. Who first had happy lives with their parents until they tragically died, and were taken in by an equally loving caretaker.

Your expression turns from shock to something a little more painful, a sad half-smile that looks like it’s masking the emotional turmoil that he can see building up beneath it. He can see the way that your shoulders droop a little, your head bowing just a fraction more towards your chest. He can see your fingers tightening just slightly around Tsukiko, "Yeah..it is...” he murmurs out weakly.

“I am glad…every child deserves a home.” You mutter genuinely, but you feel so so terrible, like the worst person on earth that you am jealous of those little girls. Those little kids who get to live with their adoptive dad, a happy life. Full of joys and laughter. While Tsukiko was born in such despair. So much pain. Her mother, her godparents; everyone suffering in the tumultuous Jujutsu society. But what about Tsukiko, who's only fault was being born, why does she have to experience this tragedy?

Suguru's heart shatters as he watches you silently struggle and hold back your tears. This isn’t how it’s supposed to be. He did this to you. He did this to you, and now his two adopted children are getting the life that he ripped from you. That he denied you. There’s so much you already hear from people, about your character. When your only crime was being in love

“I won’t tell her that you have kids when she grows up.” You say with smile. “Wouldn’t want her to think she’s not a good kid and that’s why her dad left her for other children who are better than her. She’ll think her daddy didn’t like her.” You mumur. “Kids can be particularly fragile…who would know better than a mother who’s a kid herself?”

His heart drops at your cold, quiet words, his breath catching in his throat, tears building in his eyes at the pure agony that he can feel in your words. The way you’re already resigning yourself to being a single parent all alone. The way you can only do this because you’re still a damn kid yourself. Suguru heaves breathlessly as he gulps, his bottom lip trembling. The words don't leave his mouth. He should just ask you to come with him, to live with him, to be together as a family, a big family.

“At least raise them well Suguru…the two of them should get a safe environment. You look down at Tsukiko, your fingers gently brushing the little hair on her hair. She’s so tiny, hasn’t even gotten hair on her head fully.

Suguru's hands shakes as he takes a step closer, just basking in the sight of his beloved and his daughter. "Yeah," he mutters. "They are good kids, my girls..." he says in a faint whisper as a soft smile graces his face at the sight of Tsukiko's pudgy cheeks.

What a mighty child, she can stop world wars, she has him stopped and he is the closest thing to be a cause of a war in near future.

My girls? Your knees buckle at the words. “Ah I see… they are your girls.” You can't help but be bitter at his phrasing as you look at our little Tsukiko. She looks so much like her daddy. From her eyes, nose, hair, skin…she is a replica of him and yet he’s never had the chance to call her his child. It’s so cruel.

He feels a sharp spike of pain shoot through his heart at your words. His girls…not our girls. His girls. He doesn’t have the right to have you call them our girls. They’re just his. All because of him.

“Will she ever be your daughter Suguru…?” You can’t help but mutter so shakily, your voice quivering like a child’s as tears roll down your eyes…you feel so small it’s embarrassing.

A soft breathy sob leaves Suguru, he can't do this, he is goddamn monster. The sound almost makes you flinch as you look up at him. He sucks in a deep breath and holds it in for a few seconds before exhaling. “How could I...she’s…” he struggles to get the words out. “She’s ours. She’s ours and she’ll always be ours.”

Suguru sakes his head as he runs his fingers through his hair, he so goddamn dizzy. "She is my daughter, Nanako and Mimiko are my kids." he says, the change of a synonym making such a huge difference in the meaning.

"And you- you are mine, you have no- no idea who difficult it has been, I can't even try to compare, but I've missed you so goddamn much." his voice cracks. "And its so lonely, the girls they see me staring at your picture everyday and I tell them that's their mother. When they ask where you are, I tell them how I messed up- left to protect you, because you do not agree with my ideas, I thought you would be better off without me, that you'd move on slowly. But there's my daughter and I feel so guilty. You cannot move on, not when she is a reminder of me, of us. Of our youth."

The tears don't drop, but they pain is etched on his face, deep frown and upturned brows. You breathe out and shake your head. "I can't-" you murmur and he bites his lip, his index finger lightly running on Tsukiko's palm.

"I know." he says, "I just wish- I just wish I had more time, with you and Tsukiko." he whispers in the same soft tone as he conflicted eyes look into yours as if to say. Come with me, leave the jujutsu society, just us, our family.

But leaving with Suguru meant betraying everyone. Satoru, Shoko, Yaga sensei and the entirety of the sorcerers who work day and night for the future. A safe future from people like Suguru. Who heedlessly killed thousands of innocents.

"Go," you whisper out. "the girls must be waiting." You pause, your fingers shakily finding his and his eyes widen. He firmly squeezes your hand, the warmth of his hand against yours rouses and inexplicable pain and fondness in you.

"Satoru must be arriving." you mutter.

He nods his head slowly as he steps away, his voice thick. “I love you." he whispers out. The same words he had denied you the privilege of last time as he leaves...

Moments later a panicked Gojo pulls over, alarmed by your call before his eyes widen as he senses the remnants of Suguru’s cursed energy. His best friend, the strongest along him. Gojo can feel a cold shudder wash down his spine as he senses the remnants of Suguru’s cursed energy in the air, his breath catching in his throat as recognition hits him instantly, realising what may have happened.

You are sitting on the seats on the bus-stand as he comes close.He steps closer to you, his heart breaking upon seeing the dried tear tracks that are on your cheeks and the look of brokenness and despair in your eyes. He kneels down in front of you and gently rests his hand on your knee, his eyes gentle as he looks at you. “Y/N....” he whispers.

“Satoru…” You whimper softly, your voice cracking out of desperation and relief.

He quickly reaches up to pull you into a tight hug, his heart aching at the small, whimpering whisper of his name from your lips and the way your breathing hitches and a choked sob escapes your lips, the rest of your body quivering in his arms from the force of your tears. His arms are locked tightly against your body, keeping you pulled firm against his chest as you cry into your hands and he gently strokes a hand up and down your back. “Hey…shh..it’s okay…I’m here.”

He mutters as he winces, closing his eyes while the remnants of his best friend's cursed energy remains...

A/N: I sincerely apologise for the pain, but I don't have enough money for everyone's therapy.

EXP: Pear symbolism: In Chinese, the word li means both pear and separation, so it's said that to avoid a separation, friends and lovers should not divide pears between themselves.

[chuunai]

Henlo I have something to add to the 100 followers event if that’s cool

Dazai with scenario 2 and prompt 16. Idk how these things traditionally go but…. Your stuff seems good so far and I’m excited to see what you do with this

Thank you thank you, Anon. Also sorry for how long this took everyone I swear I’m combing through the requests 3_3

✧˚ · . dad first, detective second - dazai osamu

who would’ve imagined the demon prodigy having a hellion of his own?

summary ⋆ ★ comfort, fluff, established relationship (marriage with reader), SFW → baby baby baby, Dazai really likes your boobs, etc.

It’s a perfect night, really.

Your warm body resting against his, limbs lazily tossed over each other as you snuggled and acted like lovesick fools. Moonlight poured in from the cracks of the curtains, casting small slivers on your face. Dazai couldn’t help but think of an angel when it came to you. A heavenly being that granted him a new life and forgave him for his past.

Nudging at your cheek with his nose, his voice came out in a sleepy tone.

“You should sleep, [name].”

His hand reached up to cup your face, playfully using his thumbs to gently close your eyelids like one would do with a body. He’d seen many people in the Mafia do that—try and make the deaths they caused seem more peaceful rather than a brutal end. Dazai himself never did that. No need in beautifying a simple concept of its finality and simplicity.

“Can’t. I know she’s about to wake up. It’s nearly eleven, and we put her to sleep at seven. I can tell.”

You shook your head stubbornly, looking at the baby monitor nearby where static noise and the occasional mix of a tiny snore and coo came from.

His little hellion.

Really, he had no clue how he got so lucky. First with the fact that he impregnated you and you carried his baby. Second with the fact that he had his own family now. And third with the fact she looked so much like him. Thick brown curls of hair on her head, big curious eyes that looked at him so adoringly. The tiny freckles and birthmarks scattered across her skin. She had some of your features, yes, but they were more subtle than his features.

Coupled with the fact that she was a bundle of energy and sass like him.

“I insist, pretty. Shinju needs her daddy too.”

He knew how much she made you tired with her habit for refusing to nap for more than an hour or two coupled with breastfeeding and the general responsibility and time that being a mom took. Dazai wanted to spend time with his daughter too and relieve your stress. You’d get sleep, he’d get to see Shinju. Win-win, in all accounts.

Hell, he even gave you puppy eyes in the darkness of your room.

“I…fine. But don’t wake me up if you screw up.”

Dramatically, he sighed and frowned, placing a hand on his heart.

“Does my ‘bella really think I’m an incompetent father? How heartbreaking and cruel of her!”

Much to his relief, you playfully groaned, pinching his sides lightly.

“I didn’t say that, dummy. God, I swear Shinju is more mature than you.”

Jesus, you were so insulting tonight. How was the baby that tried to put anything she could in her mouth more mature than him? Sure, he was a bit funny and childish, but he wasn’t a baby. Well, if he had his face buried in your boobs he’d be a baby. Still, it’s not his fault that they’re just so big and warm and squishy and seem to beg for his attention.

Which is what he soon did, resting his head on your chest while cupping them softly. You were wearing one of his shirts and a nursing bra underneath. He wished you weren’t wearing anything at all, but it wasn’t fair to ask for that when you recently gave birth just a mere two months ago. His libido lowered itself only for you. And when you did have sex—quickies when Shinju would nap—, he was so much nicer and loving than usual. The mother of his child didn’t deserve rough mean sex, no, she deserved gentle treatment under the sheets of their futon.

You deserved everything that he could possibly give you.

So when the small baby demon eventually began to wake up and whimper, he pressed a kiss onto your cheek and slowly got up, whistling a small tune under his breath before waking to the makeshift nursery nearby.

Opening the door slowly, he made his way to the crib and picked up his sniffling newborn, shushing her comfortingly.

“Shhh, it’s okay. Daddy’s here. We don’t want to wake up mama, okay?”

Her tiny hands balled up into fists, weakly moving around and occasionally hitting his chest. Sitting down on the rocking chair nearby, he fumbled around for one of her stuffed animals, grabbing the familiar bunny as he placed it in her arms.

“Look there, Shinju. It’s your bunny!”

From an authoritative Mafia executive to a tired loving father. Lord, Chuuya would be laughing his ass off. Or have that stupid face of confusion while he’d berate Dazai with questions about what unlucky woman had to bear his spawn. But what could that short alcoholic of a ginger say? No woman wanted to birth his babies.

He was quickly snapped out of his thoughts when Shinju’s tiny fingers began to grab at his chest, thinking he could feed her too. He could, just not straight from the source unlike you. Standing up, he went over to the mini-fridge nearby which contained bottles of your milk. It wasn’t too chilly, and so he carried it and the cooing baby to the kitchen where he warmed it up in the microwave.

After it warmed up, he carefully began to feed her, leaning back against the counter as he did so.

It still felt so odd to him. Caring and loving someone he helped to create. His self from ten years ago would never believe it—that they’d find love and even have a baby after escaping the Mafia. He had you to thank for that. The one who picked up the discarded pieces of his soul and welded it into the man he is today—a father first, and a detective second.

Kinda rushed the end but I couldn’t think of anything more :(

Tags: @twst-om-lover, @sinfulthoughtsposts, @xxcandlelightxx

[milkbobatyun]

let you break my heart again

pairing: kang taehyun x fem!reader

genre: angst, fluff (if u squint really closely), bsf to more than friends to strangers, school au, right person, wrong time (sort of?), miscommunication (-ish?)

summary: in which you and taehyun are childhood friends, but as you grow older, some things make you think that you're more than friends. yet, the universe and fate love to play cruel games on you.

word count: 2.8k

a/n: this is my first time writing on tumblr and i did this instead of studying for my legal test (°ー°〃) this whole piece imo is a hot mess, but it was inspired by real life so this is in a way, a sort of speical thing to write. to the person that made me feel this way, thank u for giving me inspo for this. and also thank u to my faithful quality checker @yeonjunsfox, dude you had to read through this thing like sm times (｡ŏ_ŏ)

i. prologue

she could remember it clearly. it was a sticky summer day. it would have been perfect, blue sky for miles and fluffy clouds nowhere to be seen, if not for the fact that the sun was baking down onto the earth and causing sweat to come pouring down her back, yet this was not enough to deter her from hosting a teddy bear picnic in her front yard, plastic cups clinking against the pink and white plastic plates that came with it. but, as a five-year-old child, her attention span was short, playing with the teddies for an hour was already a feat in itself, yn wanted more. she wanted adventure.

just as she thought that, she caught sight of a white moving van rolling up to the newly-purchased house beside her house. in her childish excitement, she quickly stood up, almost tripping over herself in excitement, before she politely dusted her hands on her little yellow sundress, peeking on her tiptoes to see over the fence. to her surprise, she came eye to eye with a smiling little boy, round boba eyes bright with wonder and anticipation.

“hi! i’m taehyun! i’m…” the little boy paused, before he pulled out his hands and started counting. “i’m five!” taehyun held up five fingers in delight. ecstatic that she had someone else to play with, yn and taehyun became fast friends.

ii. when we were kids

throughout their younger school years, they had always been in the same class and their friendship grew stronger, until they were each other’s best friends. now, they had just begun their first year of middle school. with the process of growing up, their dynamic also changed. maybe it came with the arrival of adolescence, but their relationship, something, was different and yn couldn’t put her finger on it. 

sure, as children they would hold hands, especially when yn was nervous. often, taehyun would tease her about how she was a ‘scaredy-cat’, but would secretly love the way that she would shy away, into his back. he often boasted about how he was her knight in shining armour and she was his princess. as children, when they were leaving a play date, one or the other would often give a cute little kiss on the other’s squishy cheek to bid them fair well. yn could remember so clearly, the cooing noises their mothers would make, seeing that interaction. in fact, they loved it so much that both mothers had matching framed photos on their living room mantelpiece of a secret photo they snuck.

but now, it was different. there were more fleeting touches, possessive holds, namely from a devilishly handsome teenage taehyun. sometimes, he would sneak up from behind her, while she was grabbing things from her locker, and his arms would circle her waist, before he lifted her into the air, with her legs kicking. other times, he would be more sensible, wrapping his arms around her from behind before leaving his quote-on-quote “stupid, heavy head” on her shoulder. what taehyun didn’t know was how hard yn would try to suppress her smile when his hair tickled her neck.

most of the time though, yn could curse his stupid height. now that he was taller than her, he would often rub it in by petting her head, before using those stupidly long legs to run away from her. goddamn it, why did god give him such spidery long legs! doesn’t he know how tiring it is to run after him every day just to get her revenge?

being the school heartthrob’s best friend was hard, many times a day would yn be stopped in the hallways by girls and guys alike, asking her if she could pass this on to taehyun, pass that message on to him, or answer such questions about taehyun’s hobbies. more often than not, she would diligently pass the message on to taehyun, not without a tone of teasing mockery, on their walks home together. those were the best times, when the setting sun was the only witness to their banter, as they zig-zagged across the path leading to their homes, playful shoving accompanied by sarcastic jokes and digs, a secret language created by the two of them.

iii. still you take up all my mind

the second year of middle school was no different. taehyun and yn were still attached to the hip, they were barely anywhere without each other, supporting each other both in public and private. they were each other’s comfort.

yn could remember as clearly as yesterday, when they were both in some stupid lecture, where the lecturer had jokingly said that if they got bored, they could sleep through it. excited at this rare opportunity to sleep through a WHOLE lecture, taehyun immediately turned to yn. he knew that in the past week, she hadn’t been sleeping well. who would, if they had 5 assignments to hand in, back to back in the past 3 days?

he wordlessly offered her his shoulder to lean on and without missing a beat, yn immediately took the offer, resting her head on his shoulder. what surprised her though, was the added weight she felt when taehyun leaned his head and rested it on top of hers. this feeling was foreign, but it made her feel warm and fuzzy on the inside and so, they slept peacefully through the whole lecture, heads resting together, hands almost touching on the shared armrest.

iv. im just trying to understand

she doesn’t remember when it started happening, but slowly, their fleeting touches and linked pinkies during their walks together began to make her feel something more. it ignited a flame and sparks of electricity when their skin made contact. those warm, comforting back hugs made her heart do somersaults and butterflies spawn in her stomach, tickling her insides with their fluttering wings.

she didn’t take notice of it, until a friend of hers mentioned in passing, “hey, have you ever wondered if taehyun liked you? he’s always attached to you, almost acting like a boyfriend.” initially, yn dismissed her friend’s claims with a nonchalant shake of her head and a laugh, thinking that the notion was hilarious and she was so funny for mentioning something like this.

that afternoon, while taehyun and yn were walking home, taehyun subconsciously reached out his hand, linking his pinkie with hers. this sudden contact sent a sparkle of shock up yn’s arm and her heart jumped in her chest. hell, she was so surprised she almost jumped off the sidewalk into oncoming traffic. that was when her friend’s words crept back into her mind again.

‘does taehyun like me? or are we just friends?’

she thought long and hard. did other people’s best friends bring them their favourite snack when they felt down? did their best friend try their hardest at rigged arcade games to win them the plushie they had wanted? did their best friend always leave the sweetest notes in their locker before exam season? did other people also call their best friends until late at night, talking about everything and nothing at the same time? or was that what a boyfriend did?

those ideas wormed their way into her brain, warmth blooming across her cheeks. it spread like a virus, before that was all she could think about the whole walk home.

when she got home, she flopped onto her bed, burying her face into the nearest plushie and, with a silent apology for the abuse her plush was about to suffer, she let out a muffled scream. 

this was too hard. romance was too hard, how did the people in the books she read and in her school manage? did they also face the same predicament she was in? did they also have a more than 10-year friendship on the line like her? 

sighing, yn stood back up, smoothing out her hair, her mind set on getting her homework for the day done, just so she could keep her brain occupied with useless information that she most likely wouldn’t need later in life, rather than the handsome, lovable, sarcastic boy who was her best friend and lived next door to her.

she should’ve known her efforts would’ve been futile. during class, her eyes would wander to stare at the sculpture of art that was taehyun’s face, sitting next to her. her hands drew restless doodles and her thoughts were plagued with the possibility that maybe, just maybe this boy, her best friend, would like her.

these thoughts haunted her day and night, resurfacing at the times she least expected. they sprung up in her mind every time she felt his arms wrap around her waist. the contact that used to bring her so much comfort and warmth now only brought about unwanted thoughts of doubt and confusion, causing her to dread the familiar weight of those arms and attempts were made to worm her way out of the long limbs that entrapped her.

taehyun first noticed how strange his best friend was acting when she almost threw herself onto the road from the mere contact of their pinkies touching. initially, he brushed it off as his overreaction, after all, they had done this often enough that she should’ve been used to it. but as time went on, he began to doubt what he called, his ‘ynnie instincts’. things just weren’t right, somehow everything he did warranted a very strange and out-of-sorts reaction from his most beloved best friend. 

did he do something wrong? was he making her uncomfortable?

these thoughts plagued his mind, day and night, while he was doing homework, eating dinner, anything. his thoughts always drifted to her. her face, her favourite food, her comfort characters, everything they’d done together, he had everything memorised. so what had he done to make her react in such a way towards him? he thought, he pondered, he wondered, but nothing clear came to mind.

v. what i am to you

the warm summer days came and went, so too did the autumn days, and then the winter days before spring finally arrived. along with the changing of the seasons, taehyun and yn’s relationship also changed.

it was like a huge chasm had opened up between them. the pair, who once spoke about everything together, now barely talked to each other. after the break, yn had had the time to think things through and she finally found some answers for herself. yes, she did like her best friend. but did he feel the same way? that question, she left unanswered. as for taehyun, he was still in the dark about what rendered such actions from his closest friend.

in an attempt to restore their friendship, yn would seek out taehyun after classes ended, in hopes that they could rekindle their friendship, yet every time she looked for him in the corridors, he was with his new friends that he had made. frankly, they were intimidating, especially the one kid with dimples, who was super tall.

so, as any intimidated person would do, she avoided their group at all costs, but after school, she would often text taehyun or share some funny videos she saw online. however, as time went on, the replies she got were more distant, and disinterested. sometimes, she dared let herself hope, sending over a cheesy little pickup line, hoping he would take the hint and make the first move, or at least drop a hint. 

one time, she took a plunge into the deep end, sending a maths pickup line. after thinking about it for a while, she followed the video with ‘hahaha jk (unless?)’. in the end, she was once again left disappointed, with his stupid, stupid, logical reply of how ‘u’ and ‘i’ were used in maths, just for something else. for once, the conversation bounced back and forth between the two of them, until taehyun left her on read and never replied.

he was conflicted. did she like him the same way he liked her? those videos that she would send and the follow-up message of how they reminded her of him suggested one possibility, yet her responses when she noticed he was within a 50-meter radius of him suggested otherwise.

god, girls were confusing.

so of course, taehyun did something that, thinking back, was so stupid. he messaged one of the girls who had yn pass on her phone number to him.

they began talking more often, but every time taehyun saw her name flash across his screen, he didn’t feel that familiar spark of anticipation, of excitement. he felt nothing. yet every time his phone vibrated with a new notification from her, his ynnie, he felt fireworks explode in his heart. at the same time, he tried to stamp out these feelings.

“she doesn’t feel the same way” echoed like a mantra in his head. maybe if he told himself that enough times, he would believe it.

maybe talking to another girl wasn’t the best idea, or at least, telling your loud-mouth friends wasn’t the best idea. not even 2 periods had passed since taehyun had told his friend, beomgyu that he was talking to another girl, that at least half the year level knew about this new girl.

yn was only walking past a group of friends huddled together when she caught wind of what they were talking about.

“have you heard? taehyun’s talking to another girl!” one girl stage-whispered. there was a collective gasp. “no way! i thought him and yn were a thing?” another girl gossiped. “haven’t you seen the way taehyun and yn would act? i would’ve thought they were practically in love with each other.” a guy countered. “no way taehyun is talking with a different girl right?”

vi. if only you knew

in a final attempt to save their failing friendship, yn sent taehyun a long message after she got back from school that day. she poured her heart and soul into her message, deleting things and editing it over and over again in her notes app, until she was finally happy with her message. she included how she hoped their friendship could continue, she enjoyed all the moments they shared. maybe they could talk more? the message also eluded to something more, courtesy of her friend, who cheered her on over text to say that.

taking a deep breath, she sent it.

like a woman possessed, yn checked her phone every couple of minutes. while she was doing homework. right after she finished dinner. she flipped her phone after every episode of the kdrama she was watching finished. yet to her dismay, he hadn’t even read her message.

late that night, while she was preparing to head to bed, her phone vibrated, from on her bedside table. her ears pricked up at the sound of the familiar vibration, her heart soaring in her chest when she saw the contact name.

‘tyunnie sent one new message!’

clicking open the message, she felt her heart plummet.

two sentences. it only took two sentences to completely shatter her heart.

‘hey, i saw your message, i hope we can continue being friends too, but as you’ve probably heard, im currently talking to another girl. i hope you understand.”

vii. pretend that we're more than friends

no matter how much effort she put into maintaining their friendship, taehyun’s delayed replies for days and weeks exhausted her. she told herself, it was because of this new girl. she wasn’t envious of her. all she wanted was the best for him and maybe, she wasn’t enough.

after staring mindlessly at her black phone screen, waiting, hoping for a reply, she finally gave up. with a sigh, she turned over her phone, before resting her head on her desk. maybe she should stop getting her hopes up again.

maybe that’s all they’ll be, once best friends, now they were…whatever they were now.

despite all that, she hoped and dreamed that one day, someday, she’ll stop falling in love with her best friend. maybe one day, he would find the one for himself, but until then, she would allow herself to have a bit of hope maybe, pretending in her mind that they were still friends or maybe more than friends, the blurred line between friends and something more.

maybe still, he would be the person she sought out when she entered a classroom or was lost in the crowded hallway, even if all she would ever see was the back of his head. that was enough for her. when the time comes that he finds the one for him, she would happily let him break her heart once again.

in the end, taehyun and the girl had split up. the girl realised her true feelings, while taehyun finally came to terms with his love for his best friend. little did she know that every time she turned away, his longing eyes would search for her familiar silhouette in the crowd, hoping she would turn around and catch his eye.

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Mini Binnie

I'm back-kinda! This is based on this ask

Hi everyone! I am back with my first full fic in a while! Sorry it has taken me so long, I have had many many many mental breakdowns BUT I AM FEELING BETTER AND DRINKING WATEER! YIPPEE!  This is for my lovely 🍒 anon! Who is my first request, like ever, so thank you lovely anon! I saw the words chunky baby and i KNEW  I had to whip something up. Soooooo, enjoy my loves!!!!

Pairing: Changbin x reader AND BINNA (THE CHUNKY BUBBA)

Warnings: this might suck bc I haven’t sat down and written a full fic in a while so I sorry, dad!changbinnie, 10 month old Binna( our chunky bubby), FLUFF FLUFF,, italicized text indeicates reference to the past, pet names,simp binnie, playful teasing,fem!reader, let me know if i missed anything 

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10 months ago, you and your husband Changin welcomed your daughter into this world. Her name is Binna and she is yours and Changbin’s world. Changbin was the proudest dad to be and is now the proudest dad. 

Even in your 42 week pregnancy— Binna came late, loving her warm, safe home in your belly a little too much— he was proudly telling everyone and everyone that he came across that he was going to be a dad. And when i say everyone, i mean everyone. He told strangers, his bandmates ( like a million and one times), JYP, his managers, he told STAY on bubble and in lives, he told his stylists, his bandmates’ stylists, he even told you. 

Currently, you were about 30 weeks into your pregnancy. So, your bump was round and proud. You and Changbin wer5e cuddled on your couch, watching your favorite k-drama as he rubbed your belly. Turning to you, an ecstatic giggle tumbled from his lips. “Yes, jagi?” you asked him, pausing the drama on the Tv in front of you. “I’m going to be a dad.” He giggled, his hands caressing your bump. “Yes, you are, Binnie.’ you patted his hand and laughed. “A baby. Our baby, jagiya!” he exclaimed, he was just exploding with excitement. Yes, you knew you were having a baby, your bump proving the point. But, you couldn’t crush his cute excitement.

Pressing a kiss to his cheek, you giggled. “You know, i hope she looks like you, binnie.” Gasp, “yah! You can;t just say things like that to me, yeobo!” he pouted. “Why not, my binnie?” You giggled, pinching his  plump cheek. Oh, that’s why. Sniffling, he whined and whined. “I’ll cry, jagiyaaaaaa.” oh, he was so cute. “Baby, why are you crying?” 

“You said you hope our baby looks like me,” he sniffled out.

And you thought your pregnancy hormones were all over the board. Well, at least he’s cute. 

Holding his cheeks in your hands, you pressed a plethora of soft kisses all around the perimeter of his face. “Waaahhhhhhh. My Binnie is so cute!”  you google out, seeing a soft crimson blush rise up his neck, cover his cheeks and tint his ears. “Why is my hubby blushing? You’re too cute?” nYou teased, his eyes crinkling as his perfectly straight pearly white teeth flashed with his wide grin. “You’re making me! Yeoboooooo!” 

“How am i  making you blush, huh binnie?” you giggled, as his hands resumed their usual belly rubbing. Such belly rubbing causing your already daddy’s girl to kick from her secure place in your womb. Laughing, you pinched his cheeks, “see. Even Binna thinks her appa’s cute!” 

Again, he giggled, as a blush tinted his cheeks again.

“Shush, yeobo.”

That was a little over 11 months ago. Since then, you and Changbin have been soaking up the precious times with your baby girl. When she became Earth side, you remember how chubby she was– and still is. Her late birth made her a chunky and squishy baby. 10 pounds and 5 ounces to be exact. So, safe to say, Binna is a chunky girl. And a replica of her appa– big brown doe eyes, the same smile, raven black her and the same giggle.

Oh, her giggle, one to match her appa’s. 

Currently, you were sitting next to Changbin on your couch, a 10 month old Binna on his lap. She was giggling and hitting her hands against his chest as Changbin’s lips were blowing raspberries on her cheeks. “Hi, Binna! Binna bear!” you cooed, leaning over to press a kiss to her cheek. 

Giggling, she squealed and turned her head to look at you. “Eomma!” she squealed– although her first word was appa. Something Changbin was very  proud of and told everyone. “Hi baby doll! Are you having so much fun?” you perched, as one of her small, chubby hands reached towards you.

Taking her hand in your, you smiled and playfully bit at it. “Eomma! Eomma!” She exclaimed, plopping herself to lay against Changbin’s chest. Smiling, Changbin held her close to his chest, his hands supporting her back and legs. “My binna bear, give appa some love,” he pouted, pressing his lips to her forehead. Gasping, she looked up at him, her pink lips forming a small o-shape, before forming a gummy smile as she giggled. “Appa!” she exclaimed, her short legs kicking. 

reaching her arms up, she pressed her hands against his cheeks, smooshing them to make a fish face. “Appa!” She squealed, loud, high pitched giggles falling from her lips. “Ppo-ppo?” Changbin asked, hands lightly tapping on her bum, as he puckered his lips even more. Puckering her own lips, Binna raised herself to be level with Changbin’s face. 

What Changbin thought would be his daughter giving him a sweet kiss, was not that. 

Puckering her lips, Binna leaned and bit down on Changbin’s chin. “I-Binna bear, what are you doing, bubba? I wanted a kiss.” He laughed, feeling her nomming and gumming at his chin. The cold wetness of her drool coating the slightly stubbled skin of his chin. “Okay, princess, come here,” you cooed.

Leaning back, you carefully lifted her off his chin and subsequently off of his chest. “Yah! Yah yah yah, I still haven’t gotten my kiss,” Changbin whined, seeing Binna curl into your hold, her hands holding a tight grasp onto your shirt, as you peppered her chubby face in kisses. “Oh hush, let me love on my princess,” you retorted. “Binnie, you get plenty plenty plenty of kisses. Doesn’t he, princess? Doesn’t appa get so many kisses?” You smiled, as she giggled and kicked her feet. “Eomma! Eomma ppo-ppo!” She giggled, smacking her lips together. “Yes, baby. Kisses for eomma,” you giggled, kissing her lips. 

Pouting, Changbin leaned over, with his lips puckered. “Not fair, jagiya! I want Binna kisses too,” he pouted, watching Binna smack her lips onto yours. “How about me, binna bear?” He pouted, leaning in to try to steal a kiss. “Eomma kiss!” She squealed back, much to Changbin’s dismay and chagrin. “Wha-why not appa, binna bear?” He pouted, pretending to sniffle.

What a dramatic man. Hanging out with Hyunjin too much,although he would disagree.

Laughing, you squeezed binna to your chest as she kissed your cheeks. “Waaah! Thank you, angel! So many kisses for eomma!” You laughed, watching as Changbin’s jaw dropped. Bro was flabbergasted, appalled, taken aback. He was shook. 

“Wh-why does eomma get kisses but not me, binna?” all Binna did was giggle, continuing to give you kisses. Squealing happily, Binna laid her small chunky body against your chest and smiled. “Because she loves meeeeeeeee. Isn’t that right, princess?” You cooed, rocking her back and forth in your arms. “Love eomma so much so much, huh, Binna bear?” Nodding her head, she pressed her lips against yours before resorting to laying her chubby cheek against your shoulder.

Maybe, she wasn’t so much of a daddy’s girl after all. Lies. Binna was the epitome of a daddy’s girl. Oh, she’s crying? Changbin walks in and those tears dry up and she goes back to being her bubbly self.  She can’t fall asleep? Put her on Binnie’s chest and she’s out like a light. You’re trying to feed her mashed veggies and she won;t eat them? Let Changbin feed Binna and she'll eat those veggies right up. 

Daddy’s girl

But, you could pretend for a little bit that she was a mommy’s girl. Just for now, until her daddy’s girl side came back out. 

Smiling, you cuddled her small body close to you, her arms curled around your neck for some much needed eomma cuddles. “But…. she’s my binna bear…just want a kiss is all.” He sighed out, gently running his hand over her pink sleeper onesie clad back. “Binnie, my sweet sweet husband….you know she’s the biggest daddy’s girl. She clings to you, day in and day out. Not that I'm complaining. I find it adorable, you and your mini. But, she needs momma kisses and cuddles sometimes.” You conceded, gently leaning forward to press your lips to his in a soft kiss. “I know, jagiya. I know,” You soothed back, running his knuckle over your knuckle. “You’re the best wife, eomma and partner anyone could have. I don’t blame her for needing some lovings from you, in fact I want to join,” he giggled.

“Join? Yah, be careful, you sap.” You teased, as he maneuvered himself to be fully wrapped around your side. Much like Binna was cuddled into your shoulder with her cheek pressed against you and her arms curled around your neck; Changbin was wrapped around you. His arms curling around your waist with his head on the opposite shoulder.

Sighing, you turned and kissed a kiss to his forehead before repeating the same to Binna. “Aigo, now I have two cuddly babies, don’t i?” you pondered to yourself. Nodding, Changbin smiled and pressed a soft kiss to the underside of your jaw. “Indeed you do, yeobo. Me and my mini.” situating yourself into a more comfortable position, you leaned to settle your back further into the couch. “Now, how am I going to get up if I have to use the bathroom?” You questioned, feeling him nuzzle further into your side. “We’ll figure that out when we get there, yeobo.” he smiled, his big brown eyes filled with nothing but pure love and adoration for you.

You really do have two babies, in the best way. There was a lot of Changbin’s personality that showed and carried in Binna’s.  She got his bubbly personality, his eyes, his laugh and giggle and his love for your love and cuddles. 

 she was the epitome of a daddy’s girl. She’s tired? Give her to Binnie and she’ll fall asleep in the snap of a finger. She’s upset or fussy? Not when her appa holds her and kisses her cheeks. You made pureed veggies and she won’t eat them? Sure, not when you try to feed her. But, let Changbin feed her and those veggies will be eaten without crying, fussing or a tantrum. 

And her favourite plushy? You guessed it….dwaekki.  

Curling himself into your side, Changbin laid his head on your shoulder and pressed a soft kiss to the underside of your jaw. Unknowingly, his knee was pressing against your lower region. “Aigo, Changbin-ah. Don’t do that please, my love. Then I’ll have to pee.” You breathed out, wiggling in your spot a bit. “Oops. sorry, jagi.” He nodded, head still tucked into your shoulder as he moved his leg to sit lower. “Thank you baby.” You smiled, pressing a kiss to his nose.

Laying into the couch, you sighed. “At least if I have to go to the bathroom, I can take binna with me.”  Wait, Binna goes but not him? Changbin thought to himself. So he pouted and looked up at you.“If you go to the bathroom, I get to go right too?” he asked, settled into your side. “I-what kind of question is that Changbin? Why would you go.” “Well, it only seems fair and right since baby princess gets to go.” this man. He is something, that’s for sure. “Binnie….I love you and all. I do, really but please be so for real.”

Time had passed so fast that neither you or Changbin had realised it was 8 o’clock. Which was Binna’s usual bedtime. So, she would eventually grow sleepy and  fall asleep. However, Changbin was still tightly curled around your body. His arms around your waist and one leg thrown over the tops of your thighs. 

Changbin had always fallen asleep if he was cuddled to you, and Binna would as well. Well, when she wasn’t in Changbin’s arms.  While being so befuddled by your dear husband asking if he was going to the bathroom with you, you had failed to notice how Binna had gone completely relaxed against you and fallen asleep. 

Peeking down at her, you smiled to yourself seeing how her eyes had closed, dark eyelashes fanning over her chubby cheeks. While her arms were still curled around your neck, they had gone more lax. A state of sleepiness and relaxation consuming her small body. Her legs were relaxed, lax against your torso. “Awwwww, princess is asleep, bin.” You smiled, gently rubbing her back. 

“She is,hm” He smiled, gently lifting his head to see his 10 month old daughter so completely relaxed and at peace in your arms. “Mhm. My cuddles do have that effect. Even on you,binnie. “ It was true. Something abo0ut being in your arms or just curled around you brought a sense of peace and urged anyone to fall asleep within minutes. Especially Binna and Changbin.

Changbin could never place a finger on it as to why your cuddles so easily made him fall asleep. Maybe it was the way you would play with his hair or run your hands up and down the expanse of his back. Maybe it was your soft scent, a scent he knew as home– soft cashmere notes tinged with vanilla and a hint of a light spice. Whatever it was , he would never complain. Often getting the best sleep when he was in your arms or cuddled up to your body and Binna seemed to be the same.

Feeling himself yawn, he nestled his head into your shoulder and pressed a kiss to the space of skin that your shirt didn’t cover. “Sleepy, binnie?” you perched, pressing a kiss to his temple before resting your cheek against his soft black curls. “Mhm,” was all he was able to get out before another yawn cut him off. 

His strong arms, once tightly wound around your waist, had loosened their hold. Still, they were holding you and Binna close to him and his leg had relaxed on its spot on your lap. He was almost there, the realm of his dreams creeping upon him and embracing him in their hold. The big brown eyes that had been passed onto his daughter, asleep in your hold, drew closed. His own eyelashes spanning the tops of his cheeks. 

Smiling to yourself, you gently manoeuvred your cuddle puddle so you could lay more comfortably on the large plush couch. Binna still safe, tucked against your chest with Changbin curled into your side. Pressing a kiss to his hair, you smiled and repeated the same to Binna’s hair. “Good night, binnie. I love you to the moon and back.” 

“I love you too, forever,” was all you heard before falling asleep yourself. Warmly welcomed to the world of dreams where you would see Binna and Binnie, even while asleep. 

They were yours forever. Binnie and Binna, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. Blessed was an understatement when it comes to the lights of your life. 

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Hey there! I’m the anon who gave that one story idea of Billy pushing someone out of the way so they wouldn’t get hurt. I usually feel nervous about actually asking things with my actual account showing, but I decided screw it, and came to say hi!

I’m also coming in just to bring up something I found out recently related to Billy! Pretty much, ZZZ had done a community post about Caesar King, the leader of the Sons of Calydon faction. First off, I think she’s cool as hell, and second, it practically confirmed that Billy used to be a part of the gang! There’s a whole page with quotes from other members and in one of them, Billy is referring to Caesar as ‘Big Sis’ and OH MY GOD MY HEART- I swear to god if he doesn’t get to have a really nice reunion with her and the gang-

I officially have a bunch more headcanons now, including the idea that Billy first wanted to protect others because of Caesar, and that she was a person he often went to for comfort or confided in. I’m already loving the potential found family/sibling dynamic those two have and the idea of them interacting in the future already makes me happy :)

I hope this isn’t too long or something! I’m not exactly confident about this kinda stuff, haha

well hi and hello to you too, hon! it's nice to have a name to the amazing ask :D -> i get nervous too, so i totally understand <3

the Sons of Calydon reveals really are sick as hell, though, and I'm super excited to see Billy's interactions with them. i like to hc him as the Cunning Hares' big brother, so it'd be interesting to see him go from that to Caesar's little brother, you know? -> i really hope that she's kinda silly like he is too, you know? obviously in a more mature, leader of a biker gang, time and place kinda way. but silly too! like this:

Billy: Big Sis!! This is Nicole.. uhh.. and this is Anby! *Caesar nods appraisingly, and then bursts into stone-faced tears* Billy, flinching: Wh- huh?? What's wrong!? Caesar, staring him down: Who said you were allowed to go and grow up, huh? How could you do this to me Billy, holding his hands up in faux surrender: I don't- understand?? I thought you'd be excited to meet my new team.. Caesar, grabbing at his face: I am! Let me mourn my little brother, damnit! If you were squishy I'd be pinching your cheeks!

[misscheavus]

(( CELESTIAL ))

WE WERE MADE TO BE // NOTHING MORE THAN THIS // FINDING MAGIC IN ALL THE SMALLEST THINGS

Pairing: Lusher Lee x GN!Reader

Warnings: None :]

Length: 1,070+ words

This is a work of fiction and is in no way a reflection, description or depiction of any person(s) in real life. Images and names are merely used as placeholders in this work. You are responsible for the media that you consume.

Your eyes are barely open; the drama you’d put on to try and keep awake unfortunately becomes a great source of white noise for your brain to switch off to. Your phone rests at the tips of your fingertips, just barely clinging to the device as you fight to wait up for your girlfriend.

You know she’d texted you hours ago, letting you know that her dance practice would definitely be going overtime and for you to go to bed first… but yet here you were. Your eyelids droop as you check the time, your brain unable to properly read the numbers on the dimmed screen, eyes unfocused; but able to focus enough on your wallpaper – a beautiful candid shot of your girlfriend from a few months ago. Maybe… maybe five minutes of sleep wouldn’t hurt… right? She did tell you not to wait up for her… and it's not like you wouldn't hear her come in from where you are... Your body slumps against the plush fabric of the couch, phone quietly falling onto the carpet as you succumb to the warm embrace of sleep before you can even try to convince yourself for the seventh time not to.

Lusher enters your shared apartment quietly, assuming that by this hour of the morning, you’d definitely be asleep. She quickly toes off her shoes, stepping into her house slippers and letting her dance bag fall to the hallway floor with a dull ‘thud’. She could deal with her mess at a more appropriate hour of the day. Pulling her thick coat off and hanging it on the wall, Lusher is mentally prepared to see you all snuggled up in the blankets, looking so cute and peaceful as you rest... so she almost jumps out of her skin when she sees your figure slouched over on the couch, illuminated by the TV light.

Her hand rests over her heart, trying to calm herself as she stares at your unconscious body. “Honey?” Lusher whispers, creeping around to the front of the couch. You were fast asleep, neck bent uncomfortably as you curled into yourself, phone face down on the floor. Lusher holds back a squeal as she bends in front of you. You were still so, so cute to the woman crouched in front of your fast-asleep figure. As much as Lusher would love to leave you to get some well-deserved rest, she knows that if you stay like this any longer, your neck will be so sore tomorrow. The dancer gently shakes your shoulder, sighing as you mumble in your sleep, but don’t fully wake.

“Bub?"

No response.

She places a hand on your bicep, squeezing gently before stroking your arm. "Hey, pretty baby… c’mon, I’m home… let’s go to bed, hmm?” She whispers again, watching your eyelids flicker as you slowly wake. You whine, yawning before stretching out a little.

“Seoyoung?” You whisper softly, eyes still closed. Her hands come to cup your cheeks, giggling as you nuzzle into her warm touch.

“G’morning, pretty thing… I told you not to wait up for me…” Lusher murmurs, watching you stretch out once more, struggling to open your eyes.

“Mmmm… missed you. Don’t like going to bed without you…” you mumbled, eyes finally opening.

You blink once. Twice. Squinting a little at the woman in front of you. You shake your head, trying to figure out if your brain is really awake or not. Lusher smiles, cooing over how squishy you look between her palms.

“You…” Lusher hums as you don’t finish your thought, tilting her head and smiling cutely, her eyes forming those crescent moons that have your heart fluttering. Your hand comes up to her face, moving her curtain bangs away from her pretty face.

“You dyed your hair?”

Lusher laughs softly, stroking your cheek with a type of affection only you bring out of her. “Mhm… earlier this morning before I went to practice. Wanted to surprise you. You like?” She giggles at you. You look lovestruck, eyes glassy as you stroke her hair, twirling her now cool-toned grey strands between your fingers.

“You’re so pretty… Seoyoung’s so pretty…my pretty girlfriend is so... pretty.”

Lusher laughs cutely at your praise, gently propping her arms under yours, and lifting you to a sitting position.

“C’mere, hun. Let’s get you to bed, hmm?”

Your eyes are half-lidded as you look up at her, whining as she moves you but nodding nonetheless. You finally make it to your feet, stumbling forward and wrapping your arms around your girlfriend. Together, the two of you waddle into your shared bedroom. Lusher walks you back until your legs hit the mattress. She reaches around and pulls the sheets back, before tucking you in.

“I’ll be five minutes, okay, bub? Gonna have a shower and get changed.” She kisses your forehead before racing into your ensuite.

You whine at her absence and hear her giggle carry throughout the room. A fuzzy, warm feeling envelops your body as you snuggle into the pillows, surrounded by a mix of Lusher’s perfume and shampoo.

The shower stops running, and it’s only then you realise you must’ve dozed off. Before you can process it, your girlfriend reappears in the room, looking so cozy and cute, newly dyed hair pulled up into a half-hearted bun.

“You look so comfy, hun. Scoot over, lemme cuddle you.” You throw open the sheets, whining again at the cool air that hits your skin, before immediately being sated as Lusher slides in next to you and drags the covers back over the two of you. Pulled into her arms, she peppers your face with kisses, giggling. “You’re so cute. I missed you today.”

You smile at her words, cuddling into her embrace; trying to convey that you felt the same way, but your brain is so sleepy that no words come to mind. But she knows… you know she knows.

“I love you, baby…” you slur out almost incomprehensibly, but you must make enough sense to Lusher, as you can feel her lips curl into a smile on your skin. Her hands slip under your pyjamas, tracing little hearts on your back and cooing as your eyes start to droop once more.

She kisses your temple, feeling you relax in her arms and whispers back, “I love you too. Goodnight, honey.”

[silversmoke-20]

Yandere Ruby Gillman

Contents: Alternative Universe, Reader, Gender neutral, cringe, dark content, yandere motives.

AU: Bloody Lagoon is a au where: Ruby only lived in her kingdom.

You met Ruby when you got looped into a terrible storm during one of your fishing expeditions

Poor baby got her hand stuck in one of your crab nets cause she wanted a free meal.

Thankfully a few bandages and a couple of salmon helped this colossal beast back into her usual happy self.

Now you should be panicking, but you couldn't stop laughing at how curious ruby is towards your floating vessel.

She was slightly bumping her head and curiously watching it sway. Even licking it.

"It's a boat sweetie, it's not food." You explained and she stares at you before smiling. "It tastes like stalagmite." She pointed out and you couldn't stop yourself from trying to pinch her squishy cheeks.

Now whenever you go on fishing expeditions, you would always meet up with Ruby, so she can help you with your job.

She was smart and pretty much insanely intelligent for someone who can't speak human dialect well.

She would oftentimes try and keep you out in the ocean for long times. Using her cuteness to advantage.

Now you were also going to be a highschool graduate and going to ask your skater-boy crush connor to a date.

Ruby didn't like that one bit and mumbled something along the lines with, "A potential rival". You heard something different.

Now you also met Ruby's family.... referring to her grandmother and her mother. That was a terrifying experience.

The two just slowly rose from the waters and just towered over you and your boat.

Thankfully ruby was nearby talking to a mermaid with mediocre red hair and saved your life.

Holy shit, Ruby's mom tried to destroy your ship over some misunderstanding. Apparently someone was dropping dangerous fishing equipment and double checking that you aren't the culprit.

Oh! Also ruby scooped you up and held you against her cheeks, as if you were a doll or toy, scared to let go.

Ruby's mother otherwise named Flora took notice of Ruby's odd protective nature towards a human like yourself and just chalked it up to having a genuine friend.

After that incident Ruby's behaviour began to take a dark turn.

She would oftentimes spend her time in the castle's library thinking of some way for you to live in her kingdom.

Ruby would stalk you and watch you sleep through the windows of your room.

Ruby would ask the mediocre red haired mermaid on ways to attract her crush.

Ruby would now try and sabotage any chances of you returning to the mainland.

It was getting annoying as she would question your dislikes and likes.

She would also try and guilt trip you into some weird cryptic shit.

It was getting to the point you just want nothing to do with ruby until-

Feeling a weird feeling covering your body, you sat up and looked around to be in a weird bioluminescence like bedroom, but for giants. You put a hand on your head and suddenly felt odd scales decorating your face. Looking down at your body, you see that your entire body resembles similarly to a skin of sea creature (shark skin) and with a few hints of fish scales.

"Oh! You're awake!" A voice filled with joy causes you to turn to see Ruby swimming into the bedroom with a plate filled with kelp and seaweed. You backed away as she sat the kraken sized plate on her seabed and lightly pushes it towards you. You felt your blood run cold as she looks at you with eyes akin to a predator but hidden behind innocent eyes.

"What's going on, where am I and what the actual hell is happening!" You shouted at ruby with a look of anguish and rage, Ruby's face morphs into a frown, as she picks a piece of large seaweed and begins to munch on it while pushing the plate forward closer to you. "Okay, so basically I've noticed some weird stuff happening around my kingdoms territory and found out that the mermaid's are going to attack oceanside highschool.

You know you should try some kelp, it's pretty good for a Mershark such as you, Oh and someone gave the mermaid's their tridents back." Ruby explains as you look at her with horror as it was quite obvious to who gave the mermaid's their tridents back.

"you're a monster!" You snapped at her with rage and ruby grabs your tiny frame with one hand and pulls you close to her, her bright aquamarine eyes now shifting into one akin of red as a warm heat began to draw in towards her eyes. "You shouldn't call your mate such a hurtful name. I guess you need some reprimanding." She made it sound like it was a well deserved punishment.

"Now try out the hand picked kelp and seaweed dish I made you and maybe, just maybe I can give you....one trout." She said emphasizing on the one salmon with her other hand. Letting you go, you felt your body slowly fall due to the waters environment and softly landed and stare into anything else.

"Enjoy your new life as my future ruler, my little SeaShark!" And with that ruby shuts her bedroom door closed.

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Tagged: @hana-no-seiiki @chadychadyy2k

Next up is D.S.W Chelsea!

Hope you enjoyed on what's to come next!

[rozaceous]

the time being had is of ambiguous quality, but we're certainly here

(ttbh for abbreviation purposes)

below the cut is the scene i wrote as gift fic for @vermillioncrown as a spin-off of our collab 'we're here for a good time, not a long time,' which we've hinted around in previous posts. (we were talking abt our beef w kidfic and this happened.) abt 1.7k words

to re-cap, general premise is that allie and korvin got de-aged in their respective universes, have to camp out in canon-verse for a little while as things settle down at home. whfagt events were abt six months prior.

Allie doesn’t think it’s unreasonable that when the very beautiful man who told her to call him Conner attempts to set her down amongst a group of vigilantes that she’s been assured are an alternate universe version of her family—and whom older her has apparently visited before?—she tightens her grip on his t-shirt and her knees around his hip.

The even more (somehow?) beautiful man who is first to approach them makes her hide her face in Conner’s shoulder because he’s so nauseatingly good-looking. Well, it’s a combo of that and people staring at her in general. Is everyone stupidly pretty here?

Someone makes a cooing noise.

“Jason filled us in,” says the Even More Beautiful Man. “This is Allie?”

His voice is all cheerful-gentle and Allie hates it, she does not want this man paying her his undivided attention, it’s mortifying, it’s even worse than when Duke and Jason had had to calm her down from a panic attack a few hours ago and had treated her with kid gloves and looked at her like she was the saddest, wettest kitten out in the rain.

But part of what he says makes her perk up, and she looks around the cave which is apparently called the Batcave because everyone sucks at naming things. “Jason?”

Conner snorts. “The more things change…”

“—I just don’t think it makes sense to leave me in an alternate universe with people I don’t know,” comes a child’s voice, only barely petulant, and Allie’s distracted from her search. “Can’t I be protected at—home? Don’t you have superpowers?”

“Yeah, but you’re extra squishy human right now, Korv,” says a fond-sounding Conner. A Conner who is not her Conner, or at least not the one holding her. It’s a Conner carrying a little boy piggy-back who looks about her age, walking down a set of stairs. Hm. She had gotten flown in through an entrance directly into the cave. It had been really cool.

“And the true dynamic duo is reunited,” mutters another pretty boy, trailing behind. He catches Allie’s eye and smiles.

Allie wants to die. Just how many beautiful people’s company can she be expected to endure?

“Reunited?” Allie redirects her attention. She looks at the little boy who looks back at her with equal discernment, and doesn’t recognize him though the preternatural canniness is viscerally familiar. “We’ve met?”

The Even More Beautiful Man clears his throat. “You and Korvin met the last time you were both in this universe, Allie.” He sounds slightly constipated. Unfortunately, it doesn’t diminish his charm.

“Yeah, and now it’s something something, latent agents of chaos and order, multiversal shenanigans never letting up, achieving balance in the force,” says Korvin’s Conner. “Easiest if you and Allie are in the same place for the time being while the rest of us do clean up. You two even each other out, existentially speaking.”

“That’s a stupid explanation,” Korvin grumbles. He darts another look at Allie, scans the cave.

Anything his Conner might say in response is drowned out by the sound of a motorcycle engine echoing, and Allie’s attention is stolen by the figure on the bike, who, besides Conner, is the only one she recognizes thus far. Though that’s not saying much.

Jason—or this universe’s version of him, and wow this is all getting confusing—eyeballs her once he’s parked and takes his helmet off, hair mussed and a little sweaty. He gives a little wave. “Hey, Allie.”

“Hi,” she replies, and she can feel her cheeks reddening again. She turns away.

“No memories at all?” asks Jason in a tone of confirmation more than interrogation, and she’s not a hundred percent on who he’s talking to, but she decides it’s not her. Besides, he should already know this since her Jason is the one that initiated contact with him about her coming here.

Conner answers. “Nothing past the age she is now.” He rubs his hand on her back.

Time to lean in.

“I’m seven,” she announces in her best ‘I’m baby’ impression.

“Me too,” says Korvin.

“Fascinating,” says the pretty boy. “You had at least a ten year age gap last time.”

“So, this is a situation that is potentially hilarious, and I’d love to stick around for multiple reasons not even to do with the hilarity, but unfortunately there’s a time crunch.” Korvin’s Conner sounds genuinely apologetic.

“Ditto.” Conner is similarly regretful. “Believe me, I want to hang around, and you are wicked cute as a kid—” he directs this part at Allie “—but the universe-saving thing. Kind of pressing.”

“They’ll be safe here,” assures the oldest man in a gruff voice. He’s handsome, but in a dad kind of way where he looks like he needs a nap and a shave. Allie bets he gives really good hugs if you’re able to surprise one out of him.

“Hopefully less mayhem than last time,” says the Even More Beautiful Man with a laugh. “Admittedly not a high bar to clear, though.”

Everyone has been extremely vague about what had happened the last time Allie had universe-hopped, her Jason especially, and he had seemed to know the most. Maybe she’ll get some answers here.

“This is child abandonment, I’m pretty sure,” protests Korvin when his Conner detaches him and sets him down. His Conner winces deeply.

“I’ll be back, Korv,” he promises, crouched down to eye level and more serious than an adult making those kinds of promises to a kid usually is.

“Hm,” is all Korvin says.

“You too, now, Allie,” says her Conner. He’s wearing a reassuring expression. “Back soon.”

She doesn’t put up a fuss this time, though she feels a little silly standing there in the Wonder Woman t-shirt her Jason had given her—older-hers, apparently, and she swims in it even with the hem tied in a knot at her waist—and the jeans and shoes that had been hastily purchased in her home universe.

The two Conners eye each other, and then Korvin’s Conner says, “Good to know I can pull off a nose ring.”

Her Conner scoffs. “I can pull off anything.”

Korvin’s Conner grins. “It's true, I can.”

“See you in a bit, Allie.”

“Real soon, Korv.”

The two of them have some universe-traveling bracelet doohickey and vanish in short order, and Allie looks around the gathered inhabitants of the Batcave—seriously such a stupid name—and then at Korvin, who looks back at her, and, in unspoken agreement, they move closer to each other.

“I think this means we’re best friends now,” she says solemnly.

Korvin nods back with equal solemnity.

The Even More Beautiful Man squats down and smiles at them. “Either of you hungry?”

“Is Steph here?” Allie ignores him and peers around the cave for effect. ”Or Duke?”

“Steph and Duke?” Korvin asks her, also ignoring the Even More Beautiful Man.

“They're nice,” Allie informs him. ”And Steph's really pretty.”

The Even More Beautiful Man makes a noise in the back of his throat, apparently of confusion or dismay, because he quickly clears it and that noise is different. “Steph's wrapping some things up and Duke has class. He'll be back for dinner.”

“Oh.” Allie stops looking around. She still doesn't look at the Even More Beautiful Man; it'd be like looking at the sun if the sun wasn't an indifferent ball of burning gas and instead actively liked you.

“Who are you, anyway?” says Korvin to the Even More Beautiful Man, though Allie notices that he doesn't look at him straight on. Still. Respect.

The Even More Beautiful Man smiles again. “I'm Dick—”

Allie chokes, shares a frantic glance with Korvin.

“That's a bad word,” Korvin accuses instantly.

“I can't say that, I'll get in trouble,” Allie follows up.

“Are you trying to get us in trouble?”

“That's not nice.”

“You shouldn’t try and trick people.”

“I don’t like this.”

Korvin latches onto her hand; she squeezes back. They shuffle even closer to one another.

The pretty boy is clearly biting his cheek in order not to laugh, his face pinking. Dick—and not only is everyone pretty here, the bad names aren’t limited to places, apparently—just stares at them, shell-shocked.

“I—it’s not a bad word, my name is—Dick is short for Richard. It’s a nickname.” He sounds thoroughly lost.

“Sure, Mr Richard,” returns Korvin derisively.

The pretty boy loses it at the same time as Jason bursts into a full-on cackle and Dick’s expression turns to one of horror. Allie, trying not to observe everyone else laughing so that she doesn’t crack, manages instead to make eye contact with the old guy, who gives her the most subdued yet intense smile she’s ever seen, causing her to reflexively smile back.

“His name really is Dick,” the old guy says, subdued-amused. Wow, everything about this guy is subdued, but strictly in a lurking-under-the-surface kinda way. “I’m Bruce. Allie, you’ve met Jason. Korvin, you’ve met Tim. The others will be by eventually and we’ll do further introductions as needed.”

Smart, not offering up information until it’s immediately relevant. Also, paranoid. Allie notices Bruce noticing that she notices, and, judging by the grip on her hand, Korvin notices, too.

“Holy shit, this is great,” Jason wheezes.

“Language,” Tim wheezes back, setting them both off again.

With an air of trying to regain his equilibrium, Dick looks to her and Korvin, jokes, “What, you’re not going to reprimand Jason for using a bad word?”

Korvin scuffs his foot on the concrete, looking down, hand swinging in hers. “Not my business.”

Allie, feeling a little emboldened by the general good humor, interprets: “He’s not trying to make us say anything bad, so it’d be rude to reprimand.” Then, enunciating as clearly as possible, she continues, “And we have fucking manners.”

Even Dick loses the ability to hold it together in the face of such impeccable logic; he snorts loudly, claps a hand over his mouth.

Korvin grins and laughs, then, and Allie grins back.

[yourtouchismidas]

if you've already answered this I apologise but what is George's reaction when he finds out one of the little ones has his name as a middle name!!!

(also would love to hear your thoughts on the other guys reactions bc I imagine the jokes they would come out would be v funny)

i haven't! you never need to apologise anyway!

so i think by the time you have the twins, you're basically running out of names. you've had three baby girls already and it was hard enough deciding what to name them between the two of you. matty had always said that if he had a little boy, or little boys, he would name them after his dad, or his bandmates, probably george, because of how close they were and had always been.

but it's two more girls and you're stumped. stevie was on your list for all the girls and never made it, so you decide to use it this time and then you want something that goes with it so you pick alexa to shorten it to lexie. it takes so long to pick these that you're on the way to the hospital and talking about how neither baby girl has a middle name.

"fuck it," you say, "they're just going to not have them. like cher."

"but the other baba's have them," matty says, watching you carefully as you breathe in and out. "i want it to be fair."

"well get thinking because there aren't any girls names in the world i like left," then you get hit with a contraction, so you grab a fistful of his shirt and yell "this is your fault. stop putting daughters in me! stop it! they kick me and steal my stuff and there's already so many tiny shoes all over my house!"

matty laughs and strokes your head.

when the babies come, and you're in newborn bliss, you forget about the middle names until you are eating your tea and toast the nurses brought you, each holding a baby in one arm. matty is making faces and whispering, "alexa, alexa hi. hi baby. it's daddy. it's me."

"matty," you look up at him.

"yeah, darling," he says, not taking his eyes off the baby.

"you know when i was pregnant with gigi and you wanted to call her matilda? so you could name her matty?"

he looks up at you. "yeah? you're not going off stevie and lexie are you. i really like them."

"no. middle names. what about stevie matilda?"

matty breathes out, "little matty," he looks down at stevie in your arms. "you're not mad about naming her after me then?"

"matty. i would love for our daughter to be kind of named after you you're my world."

he leans down and kisses you saying, "you know you're mine too"

"what about this lil girl?" he says, holding up lexie and kissing her squishy newborn cheek.

you groan and lean your head back into your pillow. "i picked one. you have to come up with the next one."

"i only have boy names. i wanted to call my son matty. or george."

"fuck it," you say, dreamily. "stevie matilda and alexa george."

"oh my god, that's fucking cool!" matty says. "our kids are fucking cool."

the nurse writes their full names on the cribs and when george and charli come to visit, she nudges him, because he hasn't noticed, and points towards the little card over alexa's head.

"alexa...oh" he says, his eyes snapping back to matty. "you didnt, man?"

"i did, it's alexa george!"

george's mouth drops open and he bear hugs matty. matty kisses him on the side of the head and then scoops lexie up to hand her to him. charli is squealing beside him and leans over to look at her.

"she's so cute!" he says, "yes you are little georgie girl."

he brings her up to his face so he can kiss her.

"she's better looking than her name sake," charli says.

"innit," george says, not taking his eyes of the baby. he looks up at matty and you, "i know you have like, a million daughters. but this one is the best one."

matty pulls a little sad face, "look at this baby," he says, holding up stevie, "she's called stevie matilda. little matty!"

"oh my god little matty and little george!" charli says.

"exactly," you say.

"can they fight?" george says and then him and matty move the babies together and nudge them gently against each other and make pow pow pow noises and then splutter out laughing.

you roll your eyes at charli.

"you'd think they would've grown up by now," she says.

you look over, where big matty, big george, and little matty, and little george, are still play fighting as careful as anything, laughing like they're in the school playground. matty yells "and my twin wins!" and then george starts to protest, "no fucking way, alexa definitely won that, stevie is a cheat."

"hmm, i dont think they ever will," you say

[final-bae-stination]

It Made Me Think Of You (Ian McKinley)

Prompt: Ian buying OC (Maddie) something unrequested because it made him think of her.

OC NAME: Madison "Maddie" Thomas. Fem OC.

The gift:

Third Person POV In four days, it was Maddie's birthday, and he had not gotten her a damn thing. Now, normally he wouldn't feel so bad, but seeing as Maddie was too fucking good for him, he was panicking. He had no idea what she was into (well, he did, but where the fuck would he find a giant Pikachu?) So, when all things went wrong, he just went around town, figuring he'd find something (hopefully) eventually, and he was right.

He was in this weird shop that had all kinds of things, and he was, for some odd reason, drawn to all the stuffed things. He remembered that Maddie liked squishy things. He looked through them, bored, and then saw it: a mushroom. She liked fairy stuff, mushrooms mostly, and frogs. He picked it up. It was rather soft. He flipped the tag over. Hmm, seven bucks. He shrugged, going to the register.

The woman, about late 50s, eyed him weirdly as he checked out, but he was far too used to this to care. Outside, he flipped open his pack of smokes as he got in his van (yes, he still had what Maddie called the pedo van) and headed home. He heard Maddie singing in the kitchen and snuck upstairs, going right to his closet and hunting for a decent, big enough box. He also found a little bit of leftover Christmas paper, too. This was great!

Birthday...

Ian was sitting at the table, the box under his feet, when Maddie came in, yawning. "Hey, baby." She smiled, kissing his forehead. "Hey," He stretched, reaching down. "Hey, c'mere." He said as she passed. She turned, coming back, and he pushed the box at her. "I...found that, and it...kinda reminded me of you, so I got it," He said shyly, scratching his neck, his black nail polish peeling. She smiled, "Ian, you didn't have to--oh my god!" She gasped at the mushroom. "It's a mushroom!" She squealed, pressing it to her chest. "Oh my God, Ian, how the hell---it's so cute, oh my God, thank you!?" She hugged him, and he laughed, kissing her cheek as she ran her fingers over its face. "How did you know I like them?" She asked. "We've only been together four months." "I pay attention to shit like that." He shrugged. She grinned. "I'm naming him Red." She giggled. He chuckled. "You do that. Happy birthday, babe." Her eyes got misty. "Thank you." She kissed him. This, Ian thought. This is exactly where I want to be.

[littlemessyjessi]

"Treasure of the Wild" : Prologue: A Baggins of Bag End: A Thorin Oakenshield Story

"Treasure of the Wild" 

A Thorin Oakenshield Story 

Warnings:  It's middle earth.  Which means war and chaos.  It is not a light subject.  Though I will say this chapter is more tame.  Nothing too, too bad.  Mentions of past abandonment.  So if that bothers you, there's that. 

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Fawn Baggins was not a Baggins by blood but rather a Baggins by heart. 

For it was the heart of a Baggins that she stole when she was just a babe. 

Bilbo Baggins, aged twenty or rather barely on the cusp of; still a right child himself mind you, had come across a wee babe one day. 

He'd spotted the little thing from a distance as he had decided to take his afternoon tea outside that day.

She was teetering and toddling in the way that all babies do. 

He'd gathered she had to have been somewhere between one year and two.

It's was autumn then. 

A crispness to the air of the Shire blowing the turning leaves in the wind. 

The child been staring in wonder at them. 

The leaves, that is, as they floated in the air, the sunlight catching their turning colors before her. 

It had made him smile.

The wonder held on her face. 

Her little cheeks, so squishy and round. 

He fully expected a fussing mother or a panicked father to scoop her up at any moment. 

But they never came. 

Bilbo had sat there for hours, smoking his pipe weed and keeping an eye on the child from a distance. 

The sun began to dim and the breeze grew cooler and the little child, for the first time in hours, seemed to be aware of the fact that she was all alone. 

A short nod and Bilbo had decided that that he would take the child in for the night and set about trying to find her family in the morrow. 

No need for the little lass to go cold and hungry when he could very well give her sanctuary for the night. 

He'd made his way to the little girl who turned her eyes on him and he saw slight fear. 

"I'll not hurt you, little one." he had said.  "Come now.  Let's go back and we'll find your mother and father in the morning." 

She had shaken her head, for she did not know him, after all. 

Bilbo had nodded, "I do understand, believe me.   However, it is growing colder and dark.  Neither of which I'm sure you'll enjoy.  You'll get hungry soon. You've already missed dinner.  Surely, you don't want to go without supper either, do you?" 

It seemed as if the little baby stopped to think for a moment before she waddled her way over to him, little hand reaching for his pinky. 

And so the pair of them departed to Bag End where she was fed supper, given a bath and settled down in a blanket crocheted by Bilbo's mother, who was all but beside herself at the opportunity to fuss over a little baby. 

"And how did you come across a baby, Bilbo?" his father had questioned.  "Been off rolling in the hay and not bothered to tell anyone?  Not very respectable of you."

"Bungo Baggins!" Bilbo's mother, Belladonna, had admonished. 

"This is entirely from your side of the family." Bungo grumbled. "Fool of a Took, you are, boy!" 

The look Belladonna had given Bungo was nothing short of terrifying but Bilbo knew better than to get involved in the affairs of his parents.  

They'd return to normal in mere moments anyway. 

They always did. 

"I'll go and find her parents tomorrow, father." Bilbo said. "But I couldn't just leave her in the cold and the dark." 

Belladonna had passed a hand through her son's curls, his good nature shining before warming her heart. 

And Bungo, though he would not admit it, was proud of his boy as well. 

"What shall we call her?" Belladonna asked, cooing at the child, "Do you have a name, little one?" 

The little girl had only made a few songs.  

An odd word here and there. 

"Yum."  "More."  "Pwease"... which everyone assumed was her trying to use her manners. 

But no name. 

Bungo has remarked that there would be no need to call her anything as she would be leaving in the morrow. 

But Belladonna felt otherwise. 

It was Bilbo that had decided. 

"What about Fawn?" he had said. 

"Fawn?" Belladonna asked. 

Her son nodded, "Yeah, she's a bit clumsy like a fresh fawn.  And spotted.  See there." 

True, she was clumsy in the way that all little ones where but across her face were several dots. 

Beauty marks or freckles, whichever, you'd like to call them, but they dotted up her face reminding Bilbo of the white spots on fawns. 

"Fitting" said Belladonna.  "And it matches here eyes." 

It was true. 

There brown in color with lighter tones leaning towards yellow in places. 

Fawn it was. 

Bilbo went off to bed, his good deed in his pocket, and tucked in for the night knowing that he would have a long day ahead of him in the morrow. 

How much trouble could she be anyway? 

Thirty or so years passed and Bilbo Baggins saw just how much trouble. 

As it turned out, the little child had been abandoned. 

He found, with time, that she was human and it was only years later into her teens that Bilbo figured out what had really happened. 

The pair of them had been on a small shopping trip. 

In truth, neither felt like it but he had insisted. 

It had been only months since Bungo had passed and the heaviness had weighed on them all. 

Despite his initial adversion to her, Bungo had grown to love Fawn as his own and she, like Bilbo and Belladonna, wasn't handling his passing very well at all. 

Bilbo decided that a bit of a change of scenery might help with that and Fawn would be coming with them. 

Belladonna had requested some new material. 

It was time to make Fawn more clothes. 

She grew so much faster than the hobbits.

A fact that Bilbo grew more and more aware of everyday. 

With the loss of his father, he too began to realize that it was entirely possible that he would outlive his little deer. 

It was on this trip that he had discovered the truth of her whereabouts. 

He'd sent Fawn off to pick out fabric and buttons. 

"Something pretty and wild with a bit of sparkle." Belladonna had told them.  "Pretty, wild and sparkling like my little fawn." 

It was in the tavern, where he'd heard it.   

A woman who looked an awful lot like the person Fawn was growing into talking about how how children were wretched little creatures and that she'd have nothing to do with him. 

Going on to brag that she had left her little creature off near the Shire to hopefully been eaten up by something. 

Bilbo's Tookish blood had boiled but it was as if his father's calm mind had whispered in his ear to leave it. 

He had gathered Fawn and returned home where the girl had rushed into their home to show their mother here new loot. 

"Mother, look!" she said excitedly. 

Belladonna carded a hand through the teen's black hair. 

Had she not known that the girl hadn't come from her womb… she'd have sworn there was Took blood in her. 

Fawn nearly combust with a squeal as she laid all the treasures she'd found. 

Belladonna knew exactly what she'd given the girl and eyed her son, knowing full well had he had a tendency to spoil her. 

Bilbo held up his hands and shook his head. 

"Some of them aren't full cuts but I thought we could definitely do something with it.  It was a fair price as well.   Quite a steal actually." she said. 

"These are lovely, dear.  But did you actually get something for a new dress.  You're outgrowing this one.  It won't do for much longer." Belladonna gently chided her. 

There was a smile nothing short of impish on the young girl's face as she reached deep into the bag and pulled something out with a flourish. 

A beautiful blue, rich and deep and flowing. 

"Oh, Fawn.  How lovely." she said. 

"And look what else!" the girl had squealed, much to Bilbo's amusement. 

A spool of glinting silver like thread, a thatch of gray fur and three silver buttons, engraved with mountains. 

"Fawn! Where on earth did you get these?" Belladonna gasped. 

"There was a dwarrowwoman there!  They were passing through but she had all kinds of wares!" Fawn said, eyes sparkling like little topaz jewels in excitement.   "Oh Mother! You should've seen her! She was beautiful.  She had the loveliest braids and beads." 

And off she went recounting her fantastical tale, the adventure brightening her eyes with every word and lifting the recent sorrows from everyone's hearts. 

Bilbo sat in his chair, the woman's words, replaying in his mind and wondering why anyone would abandon their child like that. 

Fawn was wonderful, and maybe he was partial, but he thought she was far better off without her horrible parents. 

She was a Baggins now. 

Had been for many a year now. 

There was no one from here to Bree who didn't known her as Fawn Baggins of the Shire. 

And Bilbo Baggins intended to keep it that way. 

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Hello, darlings!  I hope you enjoyed this story.  I've been quite silent for a while now as I've been trying my best to deal with the lost of my gran, moving back to the farm to take care of my grandfather and also, frankly, moving on after a breakup.  

To give myself a sense of normality, I turned to the stories of my youth and that meant Tolkien.   I was inspired to continue stories as well as make some new ones.  I do hope you enjoy this. 

Thank you for sticking by me. 

With love eternally, Kenny 

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12. making a move?

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"so you're going on a date?" jungwon asked, watching as jay put on some jewelry and chose a pair of specs. he was dressing with noel in mind, wearing clothing items and accessories he thought she would like. jay never really did this, he always dressed for himself, but he wanted to impress her.

"no and yes." he responded, leaving his room first before jungwon followed after him, continuing with his nosy questions.

"i know it sounds complicated but if it makes you feel any better, i'm also don't know if it's considered a date or not." jay shrugged before putting on his shoes and checking himself in the mirror one last time.

"okay, wish me luck!" he said, giving the rest a small smile and earning encouraging words from them.

"don't do anything stupid!" he heard heeseung say before the door shut behind him. he let out a small sigh and head to the place he was going to meet noel.

meanwhile, the girl was anxiously moving back and forth, the screen of her phone displaying all her contacts. she pressed the second one, eunji's name, and heard the phone dial for a few seconds before the girl picked up.

"i'm scared." were the first eunji heard before she could even say hello. and after asking why, noel quickly gave her an answer.

"well, jay said he wanted to talk, and nothing good usually comes out of that..." she said, biting the skin of her lips as she waited for eunji's words of advice.

"i think you're thinking too much about it. just enjoy your time without worrying too much, and don't bring anything up, wait for him to do so, okay?" noel usually went to eunji for advice, and it always worked for her, so she calmed herself down and thanked the older. after ending the call, she saw jay making his way to her.

"hey, sorry if i made you wait," he said, pulling the girl into a small hug, making her smile. maybe there really was nothing to worry about. "shall we go now?" with a small nod, the two made their way to the restaurant jay had suggested they dine.

when they arrived, jay opened the door for her and moved her seat so she could sit next to him. noel thanked him with a small smile before the two continued their conversation, mostly about schedules, friends and family, and the occasional random thoughts that would slip and start a whole new topic.

jay stood close to her, she could see his beautiful tan features, his honey-like skin, his straight nose, his pretty brown eyes, his glossy lips, his sharp jawline, and his cute birthmark. he was so beautiful, noel felt so happy looking at him, and at the same time she felt overwhelmed because of how gorgeous he was.

he was admiring noel too. her pretty sparkling eyes, her pink squishy cheeks, cute round nose, pouty lips, and the little moles on her face. she was so beautiful, jay wanted to kiss her face so bad. he couldn't do that though, at least not now, so he brushed that thought away and focused on the conversation.

time flew by fast when they were enjoying each other's presence, and they were making their way to noel's dorm after jay had insisted on walking her home. he had held her hand, after building the confidence to do so, and he thought about what he was going to say to her before they could bid their goodbyes.

"so, i was going to tell you something." he started, holding both her hands in his as they stood in front of the building noel lived. her heart was beating fast as she waited for what he was going to say.

"i like you a lot. actually, i love you." he started, giving her hands a little squeeze. noel felt herself freeze, her mind go blank and her mouth dry. her heart started beating faster, and she wasn't processing what jay had told her. sure, she had imagined him saying those words before, back at the beginning of their friendship, but it felt impossible to her for a scenario like that to ever happen, so she never thought about her answer. and now that it was happening, she was speechless.

"i know it's sudden, but i want you to know how i feel about you. i'm taking a risk, and this might affect our friendship, but i really hope it doesn't. i don't want to lose you." he said, his features were soft and delicate under the faint light of the lamppost. it all felt like a dream. jay wasn't sure if he had made the right decision. he didn't regret it, but he was starting to worry if noel was okay.

the girl swallowed before speaking, "can you give me some time to think about this, please?" her tone was unsure, it broke jay's heart. he gave her a small nod before saying goodbye.

"so, how did it go!" minjeong's voice beamed as she held a bright smile on her face while noel entered. her smile soon dropped when she saw the sad look on the younger's face.

"i... think i upset jay." was all she said before the girls rushed to her and started asking questions.

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Making breakfast and bring it to your bed - for Victor and Yuri thanks

Thanks @dandylion240 ! All of these prompts are so cute. I'm glad you asked me one, because I couldn't decide which one(s) I wanted to do first. I really enjoyed doing this one, and I think I'll try to choose a few more to do, and set them in the same general time period.

Anyway, I'm putting this one under a cut because it's long. Enjoy!

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Yuri cracks an egg and watches with a strange kind of fascination as its contents plop into the clear glass bowl on the counter in front of him. He can't help marvelling at himself, at all the ways in which he's changed. There was a time when he wouldn't have touched an egg, let alone broken one open. The mere thought of the slimy egg white and squishy yolk would've sent him running for the nearest restroom with his stomach trying to turn itself inside out.

Amused at the memory of his squeamish former self, he wipes a bit of egg off his fingers with a paper towel and then drops both it and the eggshell into the trash bin. Careful not to get any on himself this time, he cracks two more eggs into the bowl and begins to whisk them. When he's satisfied that the yolks and whites are well blended, he adds some milk. A splash of vanilla extract goes in next, followed by a dash of nutmeg and a generous pinch of cinnamon.

Yuri knows this recipe by heart now. French toast is on Victor's list of favourite things to have for breakfast, and although Yuri himself isn't a fan, he's learned to make it because it's one of the simple pleasures in Victor's life. When they first met fifteen years ago, Yuri recognized almost straight away that Victor was the sort of person who knew how to take joy where he found it, even in the smallest of occurrences. He's still like that, always ready to appreciate the little things and to find reasons to be happy and grateful.

Yuri likes doing things to make his husband smile. Breakfast in bed should be a nice surprise for him this morning, especially after returning home from what Yuri can only infer was a particularly difficult overnight shift.

Victor got back from his shift at the hospital less than an hour ago. After giving Yuri a perfunctory kiss on the cheek, he'd gone straight upstairs to shower and sleep. On most mornings after a night shift, he doesn’t go to bed immediately. After showering, he normally makes his way back downstairs to share breakfast with Yuri and chat about their respective evenings. He does most of the talking. Yuri typically doesn't have much to say since he's often in bed by the time Victor leaves, but he's content to listen to Victor's anecdotes about cute or funny patients and his recounting of the daily drama of the paediatric unit's staff.

When Victor doesn't want to talk about his night, Yuri knows it must've been a rough one. Victor copes with the stress of caring for sick and injured children fairly well, and Yuri thinks he's figured out how not to become too emotionally invested in his patients, but Victor is a loving and sensitive person and besides, no one is completely immune to the psychological effects of trauma and tragedy.

Only a week ago, he'd come home crying because one of his new patients that day was a six year old girl who'd lost her father in a car crash involving a drunk driver. He'd barely been able to get that much information out before he was full-on sobbing in Yuri's arms. The only other coherent phrase Yuri had caught was, "She's called Caroline."

Victor's younger sister's name was Caroline. Thirty years ago, when he was just six years old, he'd lost her and their father in a collision with an impaired driver. His patient's circumstances had obviously overwhelmed him, and if he wasn't ready to talk, Yuri understood why.

The best thing to do, Yuri knows, is to let Victor come to him when he feels comfortable. Often, they'll be curled up in bed together and Victor will tell him in subdued tones about the death of a patient, the raw anger, fear or grief of a parent, or the crushing cosmic injustice of a child suffering with an incurable disease.

Yuri doesn't say anything, because Victor doesn't want sympathy or advice. All he wants is for someone to hear him and comfort him, to help him let the bad thoughts go. Yuri is more than willing to do that. He just holds him and tells him he's brave and says how proud he is of him.

With the egg mixture ready, Yuri turns his attention to cutting up some fruit. He wants everything else to be prepared before he cooks the French toast, so he can plate it and take it upstairs while it's still hot. The eggs probably have enough protein, so he doesn't bother with any side meat, but he does cut some cubes of cheese and arranges them alongside the slices of orange and quartered strawberries.

Soon, the kitchen is filled with the scent of the sizzling French toast. It smells heavenly, and he wishes fleetingly that he could appreciate the flavour as much as he appreciates the aroma.

Three golden slices of French toast and a tall glass of cold milk later, the preparations are complete. Almost.

Struck by sudden inspiration, Yuri hurries out the back door and into the yard. In late May, his garden is already in bloom and it’ll only grow more vibrant and beautiful as spring brightens into summer.

He studies the flowers for a few seconds. The tulips are blossoming in abundance. He carefully picks a red one — Victor’s favourite colour — and brings it back to the house.

Laying the red tulip on the breakfast tray next to the utensils rolled in a white cloth napkin, Yuri decides the meal looks perfect. He carries the entire thing upstairs.

The door of Victor's room is partially open, as if he were anticipating Yuri joining him. When Yuri steps across the threshold, he notices that Victor is in bed, but he's certain he isn't sleeping. The blankets are pulled up to his neck and he's curled on his side, facing away from the door. Victor doesn't like to sleep curled up like that. He has a tendency to sprawl, and he doesn't like to have his arms under the blankets for whatever reason.

The chunky bedside table is just large enough to accommodate the breakfast tray, and Yuri sets it down.

"Victor?" He says his husband's name quietly, so as not to startle him.

Victor rolls onto his back. He opens his eyes, and upon seeing Yuri, he offers a tiny smile. "Hello again."

"Are you okay?" Yuri asks him.

"I'm okay. Just tired."

"I made breakfast for you."

Victor angles his gaze toward the bedside table, and his reaction at seeing the tray of food is absolutely not what Yuri expects. In the space of a heartbeat, his eyes fill with tears. Victor has always cried easily, but this is unusual and alarming.

"Victor, what's wrong?" Yuri asks, anxious as to what it could be.

"Nothing," Victor replies. He sniffles. "Nothing's wrong. It's just... I really love you. I love that you thought of bringing me breakfast in bed."

Yuri climbs onto the bed and slips under the covers with him. It's immediately obvious that Victor wants to be cuddled more than he wants food, and Yuri doesn't hesitate to oblige. Victor rests his head on Yuri's chest, and Yuri combs his fingers through his soulmate's beautiful silver hair. Victor cries softly for a few minutes, but eventually he settles beneath Yuri's gentle touch.

"Okay?" Yuri asks, once he realizes Victor's tears have subsided.

"Yeah," Victor says.

"I love you."

"I know. Even if you never said the words, I'd know. It's what keeps me going, having you to come home to. Like, when the whole world feels as if it's spinning out of control, as long as I've got you, I always know there's a safe place for me."

"Was it bad last night?"

Victor nods. "Yeah, it was. We lost a patient. A little boy. Nine years old."

"I'm sorry," Yuri says.

"And then there's Caroline," Victor continues. "The little blind girl who got admitted last week. You know, the one from the car crash? Dr. Reid-Mayfield told me they're going to have to discharge her into foster care. I mean, I know that's how it goes, but like... she doesn't speak English, and she's just been through all this horrible stuff, and..." He trails off, as if he's suddenly run out of words. "Sorry."

"It's okay," Yuri reassures him. "She's gotten into your head, hasn't she?"

"Maybe into my heart would be more accurate," Victor says. "That's not supposed to happen, but I guess I let my guard down."

"Perhaps it happened for a reason."

"I don't know," Victor says, and Yuri thinks his tone sounds more pensive than doubtful.

They're quiet for several minutes after that, until the silence is broken by Victor's stomach growling audibly. Yuri has to stifle a laugh as Victor murmurs, "Shh..." as if his body might actually respond.

"Let me guess," Yuri says. "You're too comfortable now to sit up and eat?"

"No, I'm definitely ready to eat. I just wish I could be comfortable and full at the same time."

Yuri finally lets his laughter out. "I'll tell you what. Why don't you have your breakfast before it gets too cold? I'll stay in here with you, and then afterwards we can cuddle as long as you like. Then you can be comfortable and full at the same time."

"Don't you have to go to work?" Victor inquires.

"It's Saturday, love," Yuri reminds him.

"Oh. Right. Night shift rotations totally mess with my sense of time."

"Fortunately for you, you're on early shift for the next two rotations."

"Yeah," Victor confirms. "And I've got three days off now, so my brain can recover before I have to go back." He rolls away from Yuri and sits up. Then, he reaches for the breakfast tray and positions it on his lap. "This looks amazing, by the way."

"Thank you," Yuri says. "Here's hoping it tastes as good as it looks."

"What are you talking about? French toast is your specialty."

Judging by the way he devours it, Victor's initial assessment of the French toast must be correct. He shares the fruit with Yuri, feeding him pieces of strawberry with his chopsticks.

Yuri recalls a time in the past when his doctor had put a strict ban on Victor feeding him anything. He's never had the best relationship with food and eating, and when he refused to eat on his own back then, Victor had fed him. It'd grown into a dangerous habit that they'd been forced to break in the cause of literally saving Yuri's life.

They still stick to the rules for the most part, but these days they're both confident enough not to be concerned about a small indulgence here and there. Yuri likes the attention, and although Victor probably wouldn't admit it, Yuri is convinced he likes to baby him sometimes. In any case, Yuri isn't about to complain.

Victor places the tray on the floor beside the bed once he's done eating, and then he and Yuri snuggle under the blankets again. When Victor kisses him, Yuri tastes maple syrup. He smiles against Victor's mouth and whispers, "You taste wonderful."

"Like dessert?" Victor says.

"Mmm..."

"So, what you're really saying is that breakfast in bed isn't over yet? You brought me more than French toast?"

Yuri isn't so lacking in awareness as to believe Victor has forgotten everything he carried home from the hospital in his mind, nor that he's forgotten their earlier conversation. They may revisit it again later, but Victor has the enviable ability to live in the moment and right now he clearly isn't dwelling on his worries and fears.

Breakfast in bed, it seems, is indeed not over yet.

[1-800reki]

❝Silly Little Dates!❞

Summary: Cute Date with Miya!

Pairing: Miya Chinen x GN reader

Ooh... warning: kys (1) jokes only during the texting part. If you feel uncomfortable with this please skip it 😞

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Miya picked up his phone which had been dinging constantly over the past 10 minutes. He checked who it was and read the contact 'Y/n :3'. You had changed your name on his phone to that and he never changed it. He found it cute though he would never admit it. He checked what you could possibly be texting him at 4 pm.

Miya sighed and put his phone away after noticing his message was left on delivered. No stopping you now. He was studying and you think it's a great idea to go over. He doesn't get you at all sometimes.

Bonk! Bonk!

"Miya! Miya! Let down your hair!" You said as you threw two pebbles at his window with a smile. He opened the window with rolled eyes. "really?" He asked with a deadpan expression. "Yes really. Get out and go on a date with me." You say with a smile holding your arms out as if you could catch him.

Miya sighed and closed the window. He grabbed his phone, keys, wallet, and shoes before leaving. His parents were at work thankfully. "Fine, I'm here." He said crossing his arms and walking over to you. "Yippee! Now come on! I have so much to tell you!" You say taking his hand and pulling him to walk with you.

Despite what he says he does love you. Even if you talk his ear off and drag him everywhere and anywhere. You were both walking to a new cat cafe that opened up. "And then she went up to the front of the room and pointed at the boy in front of me declaring her love. She has balls but he rejected her and looked at me while saying it. ME. Like what's up bud you got a staring problem?" You ranted about their classes today and what happened during one of them.

Miya only frowned upon hearing this. "He looked at you when he said it? Sounds to me like he has a crush on you." Miya said with a small pout and frown. You only giggle and poke his cheek. "Aw, you look so squishy when you're pouty. Plus I'm dating you. I barely know the guy." You shrugged as you continued to drag him to the cat cafe.

"I know it's just.. weird to think about. And don't poke my cheek!" Miya said with a small frown. You just smile and playfully roll your eyes. "Yeah yeah. Come on! It's this one!" You say tugging his hand and pointing at the sign that read 'Cozy Claws!'. You open the door and greet a worker before you find a table to sit at.

"What's with all the puns?" Miya asked stifling a laugh. He found them quite funny but he would never say that to you. He's too prideful... and he wants to look cool around you. You on the other hand can't stop a few giggles escaping your lips as you read through the puns. "Come on it's kinda funny!" You say with a smile looking over the menu.

"Sure.." He said knowing damn well he found them funny. You both ordered your drinks and food when the waitress came over. When the waitress left you smiled at Miya and started to talk again. "So.. how was your day?" You ask with a stupid smile on your face. He rolled his eyes playfully. "It was fine thanks for asking." He answered with a small smile.

"You're so dry! Come on add some excitement!" You say with a groan. To you, he always sounded dry. "Okay, buddy," Miya said rolling his eyes. "Buddy? Wow, and I thought we were dating.. am I just a side hoe?" You ask playfully with a dramatic sigh. "Yeah you are," Miya answered playfully. You gasp dramatically "How could you! I can't believe this!" He laughed at your dramatic gesture and you smiled before laughing yourself.

Despite what he says and how he acts he does love you. You make him happy. Whatever you do it just makes him happy. Even when you take him on silly little dates. It's just you and him. Nothing else matters when you're together. He loves the silly little dates.

a/n: why am I flopping. Do you guys not fw sk8 >:C

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Late Night Tender [P.CY]

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A/N’s NOTE: HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHANYEOL!

NOTE 2: I’m so sorry for being inactive. A lot has happened that made me halt a pile of WIPs. Here’s a birthday gift for our giant and for everyone else! This was inspired by a scene from The King: Eternal Monarch about getting the plushy.

Genre: Fluff, little angst.

Ratings and Warnings: None

Characters: Park Chanyeol X Female!Reader

Word Count: 938

Date of Publication: 27-11-2022

“Jagiya!” A shout to welcome her rang through the house once she took off her shoes, coming home from work. She wasn’t surprised as two long limbs came running clumsily toward her until they stopped directly in front of her. Sighing, she gaped up to see puppy eyes matched with an endearing smile that should’ve made her melt. But no, an unamused expression was visible on her face.

“What?” She tossed her shoes to the side.

"Come cuddle with me," Chanyeol said, opening his arms to embrace her.

“No.”

The twinkle in Chanyeol’s orbs began to dissipate as his lips turned into a pout. “Why? I need my cuddles, jagi.”

“Why don’t you hug the Rilakkuma I’ve bought you from the amusement park?” she said as she whizzed past him, not even taking a single glance at his form, which looked down on the floor as if he hadn't been given his favorite candy.

As she walked toward their shared bedroom, not even an inch of warmth flowed through her as she took a shower, brushed her teeth, and changed into comfy clothing. However, from the back of her head, memories of when she took home the bacon for Chanyeol came to her.

"Is this the place?" she wondered as she looked around the amusement park, which was almost deserted except for a few people who were still enjoying themselves in the middle of the night. The two of them found themselves in front of a booth that was filled with bottles and plushies. Chanyeol gazed at her and twisted his body left and right while nodding.

"All right," she said, pulling up her sleeve as they were greeted by a man with whom Chanyeol had a falling out. Sort-of.

“Well, you’re here again!” exclaimed the man, nodding at Chanyeol and then bowing at her. "This is your wife?”

"Yep," she said, giving the man a small salute as she finished fixing her sleeve. “I’m the wife.”

"And she'll win that Rilakkuma for me," Chanyeol says proudly, rubbing her shoulders.

The man scoffed and waved his hand playfully. “Well then, suit yourself.”

And suit the couple did.

The man’s jaw dropped as she hit every target there was. She didn’t hesitate to shoot until there was none left. Even Chanyeol, as evidenced by his grin, was taken aback. He crossed his arms at the man in a smug manner as she made sure that there was not a single bottle left to shoot.

“Well then,” she mimicked the man. “How about that Rilakkuma plushy for my husband, kind sir?”

She chuckled at the memory as she scuffled her hair to dry it as she came out of the bathroom. But while her spirits were lifted for a while, putting the name of the Rilakkuma as related to tonight’s occurrence plummeted her inner being. Once remembered how her reaction to Chanyeol was earlier, she reflected and felt bad upon knowing she had hurt her husband’s feeling like she had dumped a bucket of ice over him. She hadn’t intended to snap at him, but it wasn’t an excuse for her to be cranky and irritated.

She shuffled her way toward the kitchen and decided to drink some warm milk. And while she scraped her slippers against the floor, her breath took hold once she saw Chanyeol lying down on their sofa, not far from where she stood, hugging the Rilakkuma as he slept. While she was still a few feet away, she took a close look at his features; his pouty lips and squishy cheeks were mushed against the plush, his nose was scrunched adorably, and his eyes were fluttering due to their largeness. Letting him sleep, she decided to proceed to the kitchen to boil some water and pour some milk powder into her mug.

As she waited for the water to simmer, she jumped an as little bit as a raspy voice from behind her came about. She immediately turned around to see Chanyeol holding the stuffed animal to his side, all the while rubbing his eyes. She couldn’t help but find him adorable, like a child that had just woken up.

“Jagiya?” he asked as he dragged himself towards her and plopped half of his weight on her. A sigh escaped her lips as she softly ran her fingers through his hair, which made him nuzzle further into her neck.

“I’m so sorry about earlier, darling,” she said, holding him up to look into his eyes, which were droopy but noticeably red, which alarmed her.

“Are…are you crying?” she hesitantly asked. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap at you like that. I just had an awful day, but it wouldn’t mean I should give you a cold shoulder.”

Chanyeol giggled as he looked at her worried face. “I’m not and it’s okay. I understand,” he shook his head. “I was…uh….” He stopped all the while suddenly looking like he was about to sneeze. She immediately grabbed a tissue box from the kitchen counter and handed it to him, before he let out a loud, “ACHOO!”

Turning sheepishly to face her, Chanyeol shyly rubbed the back of his neck, to which she shook her head, all the while snorting to herself.

Soon enough, shared sentiments and laughter rang throughout the house as the two of them chattered over their shared hot lemonade and milk as Chanyeol hugged the Rilakkuma tighter to his arm. She gave him a lopsided smile as if it was an item Chanyeol would treasure and would never let go of.

The plushy that she got and won for him on his birthday.