#i did cry watching her graduation stream

[goblinaurora]

it's been a little time since The Event took place, but oh do I already miss pomu rainpuff, world's strongest virtual fairy from nijisanji en first wave lazulight!

she was never a kamioshi, but I always loved her passion for her otaku interests. never again will I find another Vtuber as passionate as her about maids, idols and metal gear. her pomufication spread far and wide, and her kahen sanren mix really took fans around the world by storm, exposing people like me, who weren't into j-pop idol culture, to wotagei and chants.

what do I even say about metal gear, except that her boundless enthusiasm about the franchise actually made me consider buying the games (I didn't buy them in the end because all I have is a potato laptop😭). such is the power of a 7 cm fairy!! she always made her streams fun as hell, and brought unpredictability to many collab streams as well. <3<3<3

i didn't think I would be writing a whole essay lmao, but yes, hopefully I see her again in another universe, and even if I don't, I wish her nothing but happiness, good health and success her entire life.

her very chaotic & cute personality will always stay close to me, o7 PP fairy, we are all pomu forever!

otsuPP!

[yeonzzzn]

🖤won’t give up on us: sim jaeyun

part three of the off limits trilogy

pairing: jake x afab!reader word count: 17.1k

synopsis: your relationship with jake has been better than ever. almost two years have passed since moving in with your brother, heeseung, sunghoon and jake, what’s even better is everyone finally graduated college. but with the new freedom of your adult life, other challenges make their way into your relationship.

genre: established relationship, older brother’s best friend!au, smut, fluff

warnings: swearing, multiple unprotective sex scenes, breeding kink, hair pulling, oral (m. & f. receiving), fingering, cum eating, alcohol, masturbating, some tags will be hidden due to not spoiling the story, MINORS DNI. lmk if I missed anything ♡

✰ this is part three to this trilogy, please see part one and two under the title before reading this one. ✰

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In the blink of an eye, almost two years have flown by. 

Your relationship with Jake was now stronger, harder to penetrate or break. You still had fights, but never again like what happened when you broke up. 

You, yourself even felt stronger coming out of that dark place you were in. Shaping a better heart that you were able to hand to Jake. And he did the same for you. 

Everything on campus was different now. You and Jake both had eyes on you, yes. But Stella and her bitch squad never once spoke to you or even Jake again. You’ve walked past them on campus, she’ll give you a dirty look and you’ll respond with your middle finger. 

Jake even came around with Shotaro, getting to know him better, and to his surprise, was trying to hang out with him more than you. 

But one by one, everyone finally graduated college, leaving your graduation in two weeks. 

Except you didn’t think you’d make it to graduation. 

You lay on the couch in the living room, coughing up your lungs and sweat rolling down every inch of your body. How could you have gotten sick two weeks before graduation? 

“I’m actually going to die,” you mumbled. 

Your brother sat on the floor beside your head, dabbing a cool wet washcloth on your forehead, a mask covering his face. With a roll of his eyes and a shake of his head, he responded, “You have a terrible case of the flu, you aren’t dying.” 

The three stooges stood at the end of the couch, masks also on their faces as they watched Jay take care of you. 

“Doctor said you’ll be better next week, ya?” Jake said, reaching down and massaging your legs through the blanket covering your body, “Just continue taking your meds and you’ll be better soon.” 

You knew they were all right, but you chose to be dramatic anyway, “I’m dying!” 

Jay covered your face with the cool washcloth, “Shut up, Stinks.” 

Usually, you’d fight him on the nickname, but right now all you wanted was rest. 

Heeseung and Sunghoon took every opportunity to tease you. Heeseung would walk into the living room with a can of Febreze, spraying it as he walked past you to get to the kitchen. Sunghoon would walk by holding his index fingers into an X. You’d just respond either with your middle finger in the air or sitting up and fake coughing at them, making the boys scramble away in a hurried fashion. 

But as they all said you recovered just in time to finish up the rest of your classes for the semester and walk the stage to get your diploma. 

Jake has never looked more proud in his life watching as you crossed that stage and officially started the next chapter in your life. He had actual tears streaming down his face. 

Jay was even worse of a mess. Has snot rolling out his nose and ugly crying and everything. 

“Jongseong,” you snorted at seeing the state your older brother was in, embracing him into a tight hug as he continued to cry into your shoulder. 

“You’re all grown up, I can’t believe it. I remember when you were just a baby,” 

Your father forced Jay off you, so he and your mother could also embrace you in a hug. 

Heeseung and Sunghoon were next in line for a hug, and then there was Jake for last. 

You stared into his eyes, smiling so wide as he pulled you into a kiss, “I am so proud of you, my love.” 

“It’s all because of you,” which is true. If it weren’t for Jake or even your brother, you wouldn’t have moved in with them and graduated with their help. You were thankful for all four boys. 

Shotaro even made his way through the crowd to pull you into a hug, “You killed it, princess!” 

At one point, your eyes would drift off to Jake to see him cringe at the nickname Shotaro has given you, but over the last few years, it doesn’t bother him, Jake just stands there with his puppy dog eyes and smile, joining the hug with you and your best friend, “She did! Didn’t she!!” Jake said, nuzzling his head between you and Shotaro, “Our girl did so well!!” 

You blushed at all the compliments and love you were getting, you’d be a liar if you said you hated it all. 

Jay threw a party for you that night. Granted it was just the five of you, along with Taro and Sunghcan, but it still felt great to be surrounded by the people you loved the most. 

Everyone sat in the kitchen and living room, talking and drinking away. Jake wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling your body closer to him. His eyes traced down the side of your face and down to his necklace that even after all these years still stayed wrapped around your neck. His eyes moved down to your breasts and the way they peeked out over the drop of the dress you wore for your graduation. 

Jake felt his pants tighten, his mind wandering to the thoughts of your tits in his hands, tongue shoved down your throat and dick pushing in and out of you. His hand gripped the beer can, biting his lower lip. 

Normally, Jake would wait to dick you down once company has left, but since everyone is drunk and in no way going home tonight…

Fuck it. 

“Hey,” he whispered in your ear so seductively that it sent chills down your spine. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what it was Jake wanted. With the way his lips brushed your ear and hand tightened at your waist. It made you soaked on the spot. 

You leaned into him, “Hmm?” 

He softly chuckled, “You look so sexy right now,” 

Your eyes wander around to your brother and then your friends, seeing them all too interested in whatever card game some of them were playing at the table and whatever game the rest were playing on the Nintendo Switch. No one would even realize you’d two be gone. The music was playing loud enough in the apartment that they wouldn’t be able to hear anything anyway. They were too drunk to realize anything really. 

You shifted, pressing your body to his, feeling his cock hard against your stomach, your breast pressing to his chest, making him hiss, mouth practically drooling over you. 

“Keep acting up and I’ll press that pretty face of yours into the pillows in our bed.” 

You stood on your tip toes and gave him a quick kiss, “What else would you do to me? Hmm?” 

Jake’s head was spinning. Oh, the things he wanted to do to you. The way he’d do them. Fuck. 

He took the beer can from your hands, setting it down on the counter beside his, lips touching your ear again, “I’d have you screaming my name while I fuck that sweet cunt of yours until I’m spilling into you.” 

It’s all you had to hear before taking his hand and leading him to your shared bedroom, Jake closing and locking the door behind you. 

You didn’t even have time to turn around, have time to kiss him let alone touch him. Jake threw you into the bed face first, one hand on the back of your neck and he pushed your face deeper into your pillows. 

Your pussy was clenching already, feeling your slit pooling in your panties. Hands gripping the bedsheets. You turned your head slightly, looking Jake in the eyes, seeing nothing but desperation behind them, so lust-filled. 

Jake’s cock was twitching against his pants, so angry and begging to be set free. With his free hand, he lifted your hips up higher, arching your back. 

“You look so pretty like this,” he whispered, sliding his hand from your neck down your back and resting at your hips with his other hand, “Don’t move pretty, be a good girl for me, ya?” 

You nodded, biting your lips. You wanted to beg him, wanting to feel his hands everywhere and his dick deep inside you. But with the way he was right now, you knew Jake would either take his time and enjoy the way you were in front of him, or get right to fucking into you. 

Jake lifted your dress up and over your ass, bunching it at your hips, releasing a hiss, “Fuck YN,” he groaned, seeing how soaked your panties already were, “Want my cock that badly?” 

You nodded again, “Jakey please,” you wiggled your hips, Jake’s hands immediately gripping your ass and squeezing tightly. 

“I said don’t move,” he growled. 

You stayed still, listening to the sound of his shirt, jeans, and boxers hitting the floor. Jake glances down at his angry cock, pulsing and red. His precum dripped down the side of the tip, aching to find its home inside your pussy. 

He pulled your panties down, letting out a “Fuck,” at seeing your juices creating a string connecting to your paints, “You’re so fucking wet for me baby,” He lifted your legs one by one to pull the laced fabric off you, flinging it somewhere into the abyss of the room, then rolling your dress completely off your body, shoving your face back into the pillows. 

Seeing you this wet drove him insane. Watching your cunt clench around nothing, waiting so patiently for him to fill you up. 

Jake shoved two fingers inside you, ears ringing from the pleasured moans that left your mouth, scooping your wetness from you and bringing it down to his cock, rubbing it up and down his shaft. Jake suppressed the moan he wanted to let out as he pumped himself a couple of times, then adjusted himself up to your pussy, wasting no more time and shoving inside. 

Your jaw went slack as he filled you up, his hand pushing your face even further into the pillows, the fabric now in your mouth. 

Jake fucked into you hard, his hips snapping back and forth as if his life depended on it. Fingers gripping your hips tightly, surely to leave bruises in the morning. 

“Fuck, baby,” he finally moaned out, “You feel so fucking good. Fuck,” 

You were screaming into the pillows from the pleasure, chanting his name with each thrust. Your head was spinning, seeing stars. 

“You know how proud I am of you baby?” he said, fingers now wrapping in your hair, pulling you up, his chest now pressed to your back, “You’re the smartest person I know. So proud. You deserve this dick, don’t you baby?” 

You nodded, “Fuck yes Jaeyun and you’re being such a good boy giving it to me like this.” 

Jake fucked into you harder, “Yeah? I’m your good boy huh? Dicking you down so hard and fast, being so good taking me like this.” 

You reached up behind you, hands finding their way into Jake’s hair and pulling, “Fuck baby,” he practically screamed, “I’m going cum so hard if you keep it up,” 

And you did, tangling your fingers even more into his hair as you pulled with all your might, Jake’s thrusts getting sloppier. 

“No way I’m cumming before you,” he growled into your ear, his hand at your hip sliding between your legs, fastly circling his fingers on your clit, “Cum for me first baby, then I’ll breed this sweet cunt.” 

You moaned out his name, pulling even harder at his hair. 

You and Jake were filled with so much pleasure, both growing more sensitive at each other's touches. It took everything in Jake to not cum right here right now, using every bit of willpower he had to hold back from painting your walls with his seed. 

But Jake couldn’t hold on much longer, his will slipping. But you beat him to it, your climax rushing you so fast as you came around his dick, “Oh fuck,” he moaned, “M’cumming baby, going to breed you, fuck, fuck. Cumming, I’m cumming.” 

His hot cum filled you, his hips snapping into place against your ass, hands pulling you down onto him, making sure every ounce of cum spilled into you. 

Both your bodies shaking, Jake laid you down on the bed, his body gently laying on top of you, dick still inside. 

He rubbed his thumb against your jaw, placing soft kisses on your neck, “I love you. Fuck I love you so much.” 

You tilted your head, catching his lips with yours, “I love you so much too my sweet, sweet Jake.” 

—

You leaned your elbows to the table, fingers rubbing your temples. The room felt like it was spinning and that you were about to puke up your lunch and coffee that Shotaro just bought you. 

“YN? Princess?” he called you by your nickname, snapping his fingers in front of your face until you looked up at him, “Everything okay?” 

You just shook your head, “I feel like death.” 

Taro leaned back into his chair, taking a sip of his coffee, “You look like death too.” 

You roll your eyes, “Jeez, thanks Taro.” 

Shotaro just chuckled, the jazz music playing in the background of the coffee shop you frequent was soothing and relaxing. How could you feel like shit when this amazing music is filling your ears? 

You dropped your face into your palms, “I can’t really be getting sick again.” 

Shotaro started thinking, “Didn’t you have the flu last time?” you nodded, “Did you change out your toothbrush and get more toothpaste? Did Jake change out all that as well? What about Hee, Hoon, and Jay?” 

That was way too many questions for your brain to process, but you continued to nod anyway, “Yes to all that. Jay made sure everyone changed out everything and washed every blanket and sheets in the apartment.” 

“Do all five of you really just share food and drinks like that?” 

You shrug, “I’m siblings with one, grew up with them all and dating one of them, and been living with them for almost two years. I don’t think there is such a thing as not sharing in that apartment.” 

Taro just nodded, “And I know they didn’t get sick after you did.” 

You just nod again, too winded to even speak. 

Shotaro just kept running through everything in his head, the people who’ve been sick after or before you were before graduation. Hell, even Shotaro changed out toothbrush and toothpaste after he found out you had the flu. He wasn’t taking chances and you’ve eaten after each other a couple of times. 

But the more Taro tried to wrap his mind around it the more it hurt his brain, his own headache forming. The only thing he can see how you got sick is from passing some random stranger who was sick or…

Wait. 

“When was the last time you had sex with Jake?” 

You glance up at your best friend, narrowing your eyes, “You need to be more specific, we have sex all the time.” 

Taro bit down every ounce of nerves he had and begged you with his eyes to forgive the questions he was about to ask, “I mean, when was the last time he…you know…” 

You raised a brow, “Every time? I am on the pill,” you just stared at your best friend, “Taro what are you getting at?” 

He started playing the timeline in his head, from the moment you got sick with the flu, to graduation, and to now. If what he’s thinking is true…then. 

“It’s been about, what? six-seven weeks since you’ve graduated?” You nod, “Did you and Jake have sex that night?” 

You nod again but this time more confused and getting kinda angry that Shotaro was putting his nose into your sex life, “Taro, what does my sex life with Jake have any—“ 

And then it hit you. 

“It would make sense…” Taro whispered.

“But it can’t be?” you pull your hair back out of your face, eyes glued to your iced coffee on the table, watching as the ice floated more to the top. 

“YN, last question,” he took a deep breath, “What medication did they put you on for the flu? And does it affect taking birth control?” 

You just stared up at him. Every piece of the puzzle falls into place. 

The medication the doctors gave you to treat your flu would have countered your birth control pill, and since you were sick and obviously not having sex you skipped the pills until you took the last bit of medicine to treat the flu before taking them again. And the last day of your medicine for the flu was…two days after you graduated. 

Your eyes widened, “Holy shit.”

Shotaro sighed, “Yeah, holy shit,” and took another sip of his coffee, “You could be pregnant.” 

—

Jake sat at his work desk, eyes reading over the article on the new software his company was planning on launching within the next couple of months. His boss leaves Jake to take on the project alone to fix all the major issues with it. 

He leans back into his chair, thumbs rubbing over his eyes from staring at the computer screen for too long. 

Why did he choose software development out of everything he could have when it came to his major? Guess it’s too late now to change it. 

Jake can’t complain though, he makes BANK and the job comes so easy to him too. Plus he works the typical nine-five Monday-Thursday having Friday, Saturday, and Sunday off to do whatever he wants. Plus his co-workers and boss are great people. He has it made here. 

Jake’s mind gets taken off the article by his phone vibrating in multiple texts. 

Jay: did you piss off my sister?  Jay: because she just busted down the apartment door before storming off into your bedroom, paced around for like ten minutes before leaving the apartment again. 

Jake sighed, rubbing his eyes again. 

Jake: not that I know of… Jake: I haven’t spoken to her since this morning when I left for work. She was supposed to be with Taro today Jay: She just came back, seemed calmer this time tho. She has a grocery bag, guess she needed snacks?

Jake tossed his phone onto the desk, going back to the article. As much as he loves you and his best friend, whatever attitude problem you have right now, Jay could deal with or he would deal with when he gets back home. Jake tried to think of anything he could have done to upset you, but not thinking of a single thing. 

Jay: she’s pacing again.  Jay: well now she locked herself up in the bathroom.  Jake: dude, she’s your little sister. deal with it? Jay: your girlfriend tho buddy. you deal with it.  Jake: …I am working.  Jay: I’ve never seen her act like this before. something is wrong. 

Jake looked at the time, he was off in an hour. He texted Jay back saying he’ll talk to you once he’s home and left it at that. Jake had half a mind to call Shotaro and bug him about what happened. You seemed fine earlier besides a small headache. 

The clock ticked and chimed once it hit four o’clock, Jake jumped from his seat after shutting his PC down and practically skipping out of the building. 

He couldn’t make it home fast enough, his mind was only on you and if you were okay. He called Jay the minute he got off work for an update and he said you were still locked up in the bathroom. Jake was worried. 

He made his way up the steps to the apartment, fumbling around with his keys to unlock the door. Jay sat in the living room with a bowl of popcorn in his hands, a horror movie on the TV. 

“Is she still in the bathroom?” Jake mouthed to his friend, earning a nod from him. 

Jake walked up to the door, knocking softly, “Baby?” he called for you, trying to turn the knob to find it locked, “YN, sweetheart, baby what’s wrong? Unlock the door please.” 

After a sigh on the other side, you unlock the door and slightly open it and pull him in, then shut the door behind him. 

Jake’s hands were on you immediately, checking if you had a fever, runny nose, everything. 

“Hey,” he whispered, cupping your face with his hands at the look of shock, “What happened?” 

The first thing he assumed was Shotaro fucked up somehow. A pity really if that’s the case, Jake was just starting to like him. 

You look up at your boyfriend, debating where to start. 

“Remember when I got sick with the flu?” 

Jake nodded, rubbing his thumbs against your jawline, “How could I forget? Your brother went all clean freak on us and made us wash everything and replace everything.” 

“Do you remember the medication I was on?” 

Jake thought for a second, then nodded, “Yeah? Baby that was weeks ago.” 

“I had to stop taking my birth control because of it…” 

Jake looked at you in confusion, “I know? It would have canceled it out anyway. YN, stop beating around the bush, what happened?” 

Your eyes dart to the sink and Jake follows your gaze seeing the grocery bag, and five boxes of pregnancy tests sitting around the counter. 

Jake looked at the boxes, then back at you, then back at the boxes, “I’m confused?” 

You roll your eyes, “Jake, I was off my birth control for the entire time I took my flu medication. And didn’t get back on it until the last pill of the medicine was gone, which was two days after graduation.” 

He just raises a brow at you, waiting for you to continue. 

“We had sex the night I graduated when I was still off my birth control.” 

Those words. Those exact words were all it took for Jake to swallow and feel how dry his throat had become. 

“Are you sure?” 

You looked back down to the boxes, “I pissed on every single stick in those boxes, and every single one of them came back positive.” 

You had to be honest, you were scared to tell Jake. The two of you have always been so careful when it comes to sex. Always have condoms on standby just in case. You always made sure to take your birth control pill on time every single day. And well shit, you both even still carried around Plan B’s as a backup. 

Jake was shaking and his heart was racing, “You’re pregnant?” you nod, waiting for him to get upset. Waiting for him to sink down onto the floor and laugh it off that you’re lying, to call your bluff. But he didn’t, his eyes softened, and the corners of his lips curled, “I’m going to be a daddy?” 

You nodded again, your lips also moving into a smile, “You’re going to be a daddy, Jake.” 

He couldn’t stop the smile that grew. Like wow, you’re pregnant? He’s going to be a father? You’re going to be a mother? Jake will get to raise a baby with you. Get to grow this little family even more. 

Jake pulled you into a kiss, arms wrapping tightly around you, “I love you so much,” he whispered between kisses, “I can’t believe it.” 

“Well you better believe it,” you kissed him again, “And I love you so much too.”

Jake sank down to his knees, placing his hands on your waist and kissing all over your tummy, “I am so happy right now.” 

Before you could respond, the bathroom door opened, “Hey I heard laughing, is everything okay now?” 

You stared wide eyed at your brother as he looked down at Jake on his knees. You could see the gears turning in your brother's brain, thinking he walked into a sexual act about to happen. 

He turned to leave, opening his mouth to make a smart retort when he saw the boxes in the sink. Jay looked at every single one before going back to you, down at Jake, back to the boxes…then the light bulb lit up above his head, face now tensed as he looked at you, then at Jake again. Jake awkwardly smiled up at your brother. 

“You got to be fucking joking.” was all your brother said. 

—

You and Jake sat on the couch, arms crossed as you both stared up at your brother pacing back and forth in the living room. 

“You’re going to cause a draft,” Jake finally said, trying hard to not laugh, but stopping his smile when Jay stopped pacing and looked at him. 

“I’m still trying to wrap my head around this,” Jay said, rubbing his temples as if he had the worst headache. 

You stare down at the boxes that now sit on the coffee table. Jay looked at every single piss stick in those boxes more than five times each as if the answer on it would change. You found it funny, hilarious even. Jay was acting as if he were the one growing a human life. 

Jake sat forward, narrowing his eyes in confusion, “Brother what is there to wrap your head around? She’s pregnant.” 

Jay slid his hands down his face, the stress showing on his face as he glared at your boyfriend, your happy mood faltered. You could read him like a book, “Jay, what’s really going on?”

Your brother let out a sigh before dropping his hands at his side, “I’m going to be an uncle?” he chuckled, his hands finding their way back to his face and then in his hair, “Like wow, my baby sister is pregnant with my best friend. I’m going to be an uncle…” Jay repeated those words a few more times before the worried look turned into the biggest smile you’ve ever seen him make, “I’m going to be a fucking uncle!!” 

You smiled as wide as he did, standing from the couch and rushing to your brother and hugging him. Jay squeezed you so tight, rocking you back and forth as his laughter filled your ears, “Seongie, you’re literally going to be the best uncle ever.” 

“Fuck yeah I am,” he said, laughing even more, then turning to look at Jake, “You going to just sit on the couch? Get your ass up and join this family hug.” 

Family. Jay was officially his family. The term brother would mean more now than just being super close. Jay will be the uncle to his child. The big family Jake always wanted was finally within his reach and who would have guessed it would be with the people who were his second family growing up. 

Jake bounced from the couch, embracing you and Jay in his arms, joining the laughter that filled the apartment and still laughing even after you three pulled away. 

“God, I can’t believe you let him get you pregnant stinks,” Jay teased, flicking your forehead with his fingers. 

“It was an accident!” Jake defended himself, “Not my fault your sister is like a sex goddess.” 

“Dude,” Jay rolled his eyes, “That’s my sister I don’t want to hear that,” Jake just smiled at him, already loving the way he was going to tease the hell out of Jay through this pregnancy, “Anyways, when did this happen?” 

Jake was the confused one now. Jay literally was just on his ass about speaking about his sex life with his little sister, but now he’s asking when it happened? 

“Are you really asking me when I boned your sister that impregnated her?” 

Jay shrugged his shoulders, “Well when you say it like that…” 

You just looked at Jake, trying to not laugh at the obvious embarrassment on his face. Usually, the roles are reversed, but guess Jay pulled a fast one on him this time. 

“It was my graduation night,” you said for Jake, “Would you like to know the details since you want to be so nosey?” 

“God no shut up!” your brother scoffed, “I didn’t actually want to know I just wanted to tease Jake. Jesus fucking Christ.” 

Jake awkwardly chuckled with a shake of his head, “Now we just have to tell Heeseung, Sunghoon, Shotaro, my brother, and both our parents.” 

“Taro already knows.” 

Jake raised a brow at you, “He knew before me? Before Jay?” 

You just shrugged, “Taro was the one who suggested I might be pregnant. I was feeling sick earlier this morning, it was the only logical explanation.” 

That…makes a lot of sense. 

And as if speaking of the devils manifested them into existence, Heeseung and Sunghoon arrived back at the apartment, snapping at each other over the flavor of pop tarts and which one was better. Both their hands were filled with groceries. 

“Oh!” Heeseung scoffed, “Nice to know you three were home and ignoring your cell phones! Would have been nice to get some help.” 

Sunghoon nodded with a click of his tongue, “Yeah, would it have helped to not have been so lazy?” 

You crossed your arms, eyes darting between the two of them. You glanced down at the coffee table with the pregnant test boxes, and stepped off to the side giving them both a better view, “We were kinda busy with something important.” 

Sunghoon noticed what the boxes were immediately, his eyes widening and mouth slightly open. 

Heeseung tossed the bags of groceries into the solo recliner chair and picked up one of the boxes, “What could have been so important you’d ignore your best friends…for…” 

Heeseung looked over the box for a couple seconds before tearing it open and taking the test out (obviously holding the end you didn’t piss on), eyes widening at the positive marks. 

“You’re pregnant?!” Heeseung shouted, his voice filled with so much excitement as he looked up at you, eyes sparkling with the happiness he was feeling for you and Jake.

You smiled, giving him a nod, “Yeah, I’m pregnant!” 

“Holy fucking shit!” Heeseung shouted, tossing the stick and box back onto the coffee table and pulling you into a hug, “Congratulations stinks!” 

Sunghoon was right beside you, dropping the groceries to the floor and pulling you into him, “You’re growing up so fast!” 

“Oh, fuck off!” you pinched his bicep, and all Sunghoon could do was laugh. 

“I am so happy for you, YN,” he said, eyes darting over to Jay, “You’re going to be an uncle my dude!!”

“I know!” Jay shouted with the same excitement as his friends, “I mean, you two will be uncles too, since you’re practically family.”

Heeseung’s jaw dropped to the floor, “I’d be Uncle Hee!!” 

Jake watched as the most important people in his life laughed, shouted, cried out of pure happiness, and hugged each other. His heart was so full and so warm. He had the best non-biological brothers surrounding him. Had the best girlfriend who was now carrying his child. Had a good ass job that helped pay the bills and help support you and the baby. What more could he ask for?

Jake continued to watch his family, picturing a miniature you/him running around the apartment. Picturing Jay, Heeseung, and Sunghoon being the best uncles in the world as they play, laugh, love, and care for his future child. 

That thought alone also sunk Jake’s heart, “Guys,” he said, everyone turning and looking at him. Jake had the realization that the apartment was made to fit four people. There are five people standing in this living room and You had a baby on the way, “This place is about to get a lot more crowded.” 

— 

You lay on the couch, two fingers pressed into your cunt. Your other hand slid underneath your shirt, squeezing your breast and twisting your nipple between your thumb and index fingers. 

Nobody else was home, all four boys were at work and Shotaro couldn’t hang out with you. 

What better way to pass the time than to touch yourself? You weren’t fortunate enough to have gotten a job after graduating and now that you were pregnant, Jay and especially Jake, were against you getting a job right now.  

“You’re pregnant, you don’t need to work right now,” Jay said, taking your laptop from your hands to keep from applying to any more jobs. 

“I’m pregnant, not disabled!” You snapped, “Let me do something besides sit at the apartment all day.” 

“Yeah, and if you get a job you’ll be on pregnancy leave shortly after getting it. Might as well just wait.” Jay retorted back. 

“Baby,” Jake said, kneeling down beside you, his hand resting on your belly, “You’re already doing enough by growing life inside of you. Please just wait until after you have the baby.” 

You looked to Heeseung and Sunghoon for support, they just shook their heads, hands raised up, “Not my circus, not my monkeys,” was all Heeseung could say, with a small snicker of laughter from Sunghoon. 

Traitors. 

You glanced down at your belly, baby bump now fully on display as the little speck of life grew more and more every day. 

You were at the end of the first trimester and the beginning of your second trimester, your baby bump was obvious that you were pregnant, but with your clothes, no one would ever know unless you told them. The morning sickness came and went as it pleased, your weird food cravings kicked in a bit, and all four boys started being more careful around you. Helping you sit down and stand up as if you all of a sudden couldn’t do that on your own, always grabbing things for you instead of you getting it yourself. You weren’t that far along in the pregnancy, you didn’t need that kind of help right now but took the help anyway. You knew you couldn’t get out of it. 

You flung your head back onto the pillow, pumping your fingers faster and squeezing your breast tighter. 

You breathed in harder, arching your back at the pleasure. You glanced at the clock on the wall, Jake should be coming home for lunch at any minute, bringing the takeout you requested as your food craving of the day. 

But you got horny while waiting for him, and now here you are, waiting for him to come home to help finish you off and then eat your lunch. 

The sound of the keys sliding into the lock made you jolt, your cunt clenching tightly against your fingers, not being able to wait any longer, you needed Jake. 

“Hey baby,” Jake called from the front door, kicking his shoes off before stepping in, “I have your lunch.” 

You tried to call out to him but lost your breath in a small gasp. 

Jake heard the gasp, and thinking something was wrong, he quickly rushed around the corner from the hallway, stopping at the sight of you, him nearly slipping on the hard floor at seeing your legs spread with your fingers pumping in and out, Your fucked out facial expressions and other hand massaging your tits. 

He was hard almost immediately, “Oh baby, fuck,” he hissed, his hand palming at himself through his jeans, “Look at you.” 

“Jaeyun,” you whined, barely being able to speak, “I need you,” 

Jake left the bag of food on the solo recliner chair, sliding his jacket from his body and tossing it to the floor, “Yeah baby? What do you need me to do?” 

“Touch me,” you whimpered, “Please do something.” 

Jake slid onto the couch in front of you, tossing your legs over his shoulders and replacing your fingers with his, using his other hand to grip the top of the couch as he hovered over you carefully. You shut your eyes and furrowed your brows, mouth opening wide and letting out a wet moan as the feeling of his fingers slid into you, “Feels good baby? Couldn’t wait until I got home to touch yourself?” 

You nodded, “I needed to do something, was too horny.” 

Jake bit his lip and pumped his fingers faster into you. The last thing he was expecting to see when he came home was you sprawled out on the couch so wet and ready for him. Jake has only seen you this needy a handful of times, it was a once in a once-in-a-blue-moon kinda thing but oh god was he loving it. 

Seeing you so needy only made himself needy too and removed his fingers from your cunt, “Jae—“

“Shhh baby,” he whispered, “Sit up a bit for me, ya?” 

You nodded, pulling yourself up into your elbows and scooting up a bit onto the couch arm. Jake laid himself between your legs, lifting your hips up a bit to give him a better angle at your pussy. 

Your hands gripped the cushions of the couch at feeling his tongue flatting against your hole, “Fuck, Jake!” 

His chuckles sent vibrations up your whole body and made you shiver. His tongue licked streaks up and down your cunt, twirling the muscle around your clit and back down and up again. Repeating the process a few times before sliding his tongue into your pussy, shoving the muscle so far into your hole his nose was now rubbing against your clit. 

You chanted his name, knuckles turning white from the death grip you had on the couch, squeezing your thighs against Jake’s head. He moaned into your cunt, bucking his hips into the couch to feel some kind of friction on his cock, his hands gripped your hips tighter, thumbs rubbing circles at the edge of your belly. 

The more you squeezed his head between your legs, the more he knew you were fixing to burst, working his tongue faster and angling his face to the side a bit in a tilt, opening his mouth wider to shove his tongue further into your pussy and wrapping his lips around your hole, digging his nose a bit harder against your clit. 

“Jaeyun!” you pant, “Jake, I’m going to cum.” 

Jake hummed against your heat, only removing himself to let out a “Cum on my tongue for me baby,” then reattaching himself to your cunt, eating you out like you were the last meal he’d ever get. 

And it made you come undone, your cum coating his tongue. Jake took a deep breath through his nose, licking your pussy completely clean, taking all your cum into his mouth and swallowing it, “Fuck you taste so good.”

Your chest raised and fell at hitting your high, flinging your arm over your forehead, taking more deep breaths. 

You look down at your boyfriend, seeing the look in his eyes as he licks his lips, still soaking up your leftover juices on his mouth, “Turn to your side,” You roll over, watching him unbuckle his belt and pants, sliding them down and off his body. Jake squeezes himself between you and the couch, “Lift your leg over mine.” 

You wrapped your leg over his hip and tucked it between him and the couch. His tip lined up with your entrance, and slowly slid into you, “Fuckkkk,” he moaned in your ear as he bottomed out, “You feel so good.” 

Jake thrust into you slowly, wanting to savor every ounce of pleasure he could get before having to return back to work, but that plan failed as you backed your ass into his hips and reached a hand behind you to grasp his hair, “Fuck me harder,” you begged, “Babe please.” 

His body shuddered, hand gripping your hip and bucked his hips faster, the sound of skin-to-skin filling the quiet of the apartment. 

Jake glances down, watching as his hips thrust into you, watching the way your body moves in sync with his. His eyes wandered higher, seeing the baby bump. He carefully places his hand on your belly and snapped his cock further inside you, holding it there to rub against your cervix, “You’re so sexy pregnant,” he growled in your ear then started fucking into you again, “Should have bred this pussy so much sooner.” 

You pulled at his hair, “Yeah, you should have.” 

Jake was losing his mind. Something about fucking his sexy as fuck pregnant girlfriend on the couch in such a tight space made him dizzy. He couldn’t be as rough and manhandle you as he normally would, but fuck this was still so hot and pleasuring as if he was being rough with you. 

Your grip on his hair yanked harder, sending Jake over the edge and filling your cunt completely with his cum, his hand now at your thigh as he squeezed it tightly as he continued to pump his cock in and out, letting your pussy milk him completely. 

Out of breath, Jake lays his head on top of yours, hand sliding from your thigh and down back to your belly, thumb drawing little circles. 

You placed your hand on top of his and leaned more into him, “You really think I’m sexy pregnant?” 

Jake chuckled, “Of course I do, I’ll always find you sexy.” And it was true. He’ll never not find you sexy. 

He continued to run his hand over your belly, yours following on top of his, tracing the outline of your naval then sliding down on the underbelly then your hips, and back up. 

“I still can’t believe you’re growing a life,” Jake whispered, “Growing our baby.” 

You lifted your head up to look at him, smiling at him and pressing a quick kiss to his lips, “And it’s all thanks to your sperm that got past all the female's defenses to find the egg.” 

Jake softly giggles at your medical terminology and presses his lips back to yours. 

He was really still in disbelief. You went from that little girl he grew up with and would tease to his girlfriend and being madly in love and pregnant with his child. Jake was truly so blessed to have found his soulmate so early on in life. 

“I love you,” he said between kisses, his hand softly squeezing your belly, “I’m so lucky to have you.” 

“I love you too,” you smiled so warmly at him, sliding a finger down his jaw. 

Jake pressed one last kiss to your lips, “Let’s eat, I’m still starving after my first meal.” 

You giggled, being so thankful for him. 

—

“What about this one?” Heeseung asked, holding up the ugliest orange shirt you’ve ever seen. You scrunch your nose, “Hard pass, got it,” he said, placing the shirt back onto the rack. 

You were thankful Heeseung came along with you to do some much-needed shopping. Your baby bump was no longer easy to hide and all the clothes you’d normally wear no longer fit. Well, they did but felt way too tight. 

You practically tore your and Jake’s bedroom apart trying to find any piece of clothing that would fit comfortably that wasn’t one of Jake’s hoodies or sweatpants. Heeseung just so happened to be walking out of his bedroom and crossing the hall and almost got hit in the face by a pair of flying jeans. Which is how you now ended up at the mall with him doing much-needed clothing shopping. 

“You need some more color in your closet though,” Heeseung said, shifting through all the shirts on the rack, “You can’t just keep having white, black, and red, YN.” 

You pouted, “I have other colors!” 

Heeseung glared at you, “The few blues, purples, and greens don’t count. You have more black shirts than anything else, you little emo. Even Jake has more colors than you.” 

You wanted to fight back but knew you couldn’t. Heeseung was right. 

“And check this one out,” He pulled a really pretty lavender shirt from the rack, holding it up against your chest, “I think it looks good!” 

You nodded, actually really loving the color, “Put it in the cart,” 

Heeseung’s eyes sparkled as he placed it into the cart with the other mixtures of jeans, leggings, dresses, bras, panties, and socks, all for you. 

You watched as he moved onto another clothing rack, watching as he pushed the cart for you. You couldn’t hide the smile that was forming on your lips as you looked at him with endearment. If he was willing to do all this for you, his best friend's girlfriend, and his other best friend's little sister, while pregnant, you could only imagine how well he’d treat his future girlfriend and wife. Heeseung would make a fine husband someday. 

“Seungie, you sure you don’t mind doing all this?” you felt somewhat guilty. Jake should be here too, picking out clothes for you. But unfortunately, going and watching Formula One races with your brother at the sports bar was in his deck of cards today. You even called Jake earlier and told him the plans you made with Heeseung and he didn’t even bat an eye at it. 

“Why would I mind?” he questioned, taking a pink long sleeve off the rack and holding it up to you, “Yeah pink is definitely your color while pregnant,” then tossed the fabric into the cart. 

“Because you literally helped me shop for bras and underwear?” 

Heeseung shrugged his shoulders as he continued to flip through the clothing rack, “They are just clothes, YN. I’ve done your laundry plenty of times, and have walked in on you and Jake undressing each other enough times. We’ve grown up together, shopping for undergarments with you doesn’t bother me at all.” 

Your heart filled with the love you have for him, wanting to pull him into a tight hug and kiss his cheek. Heeseung was definitely that second older brother you never had. 

But you decided to use this time to tease him. You don’t get to tease Heeseung often, he was always one step ahead but this might be your chance. 

“Jake might think differently after finding out you helped shop for lace bras and panties for me when it should be his eyes only.” 

Heeseung chuckled, holding up a black long-sleeve and then tossing it to the cart, “Then maybe he needs to find better hiding places to smell your panties with.” 

Your smile fell, “He does what?” 

Heeseung let out a loud laugh, “YN, I’m joking, you can’t try to tease me and expect me to not clap back.” 

Always one step ahead as usual. 

“Besides, I’ve only ever caught him with your panties once and that was before you moved in with us and he was definitely NOT smelling them, that’s for sure.” 

You knew about how Heeseung caught Jake rubbing one out with a pair of your dark blue panties that were Jake’s absolutely favorite pair. You saw Jake steal them from your drawer before he took that drive back home and confronted him before he could even step foot out the door of your dorm. Jake wasn’t a panty sniffer, but he sure used to be a stealer. You remember how Jake called you not even five minutes after Heeseung walked in on him. You thought it was the funniest thing. 

“Jake honestly probably wouldn’t care anyways,” you shrugged, following behind Heeseung as he moved into another section of clothes, “He’d just be happy someone was here with me.” 

Heeseung agreed, “He’s been so protective over you since finding out you were pregnant. He made me and Sunghoon swear to look after you if he and Jay weren’t around to do so. Never seen the man that protective, and you know how he is over his ramen.” 

Getting Jake to share his ramen is a hard thing to do, even with you. He had a bowl the other night and you had to beg for him to share and even pulled the pregnancy card to get him to share it, which he didn’t do by the way, “Just because you’re pregnant doesn't mean I’ll share my ramen. Fuck off.” Asshole. 

Heeseung continued, “You really make him happy, YN.” You nodded. You knew you did. Jake never goes without telling you, “You know, I was a bit jealous at first.” 

You raised a brow in confusion at him, “What are you talking about, ace?” 

Heeseung sighed, picking up another shirt, then placing it back on the rack, refusing to make eye contact with you, “When we first saw you again after all that time during winter vacation, you had all our hearts dropping, just so you know. It wasn’t just Jake’s.” 

You knew the feeling was mutual, seeing Jake, Heeseung, and Sunghoon all grown up made your heart flutter. They were good-looking men, they still are, there’s no denying that. 

“We knew from the beginning that Jake’s heart kinda dropped a bit harder than ours did,” he continued, “Don’t worry about Jake finding out about this conversation, he already knows,” you nodded, waiting for him to continue, “I woke up one night and saw Jake sneaking out of the guest room, I think it was the very first time he did so. I sat up after the door was closed only to see Sunghoon was staring at the door as well. We knew exactly where he went. We stayed up discussing it. About what we should do about it. We knew Jay would kill him and then kill us if he ever found out we knew.” 

Ouch, guess you and Jake suck at hiding, “Does my brother and Jake know you two knew?” 

Heeseung nodded, “They do now. The four of us had a good long talk on that drive back to the apartment, but at first no.” 

Makes sense. 

“Anyway, Hoon and I just decided to keep it to ourselves. Mostly because, well, our own feelings were conflicted. You weren’t completely the same little girl we grew up with. We were mostly just attracted to you, that’s how far our feelings went really. I was jealous Jake had the balls to go after you even after Jay was being his crazy protective brother self,” Heeseung laughed, “Jake was really crazy for crossing that line. Had major balls. But after he snuck back into the guest room that night and saw how wide his smile was at breakfast that following morning, you became off limits not just because of Jay, but also Jake. Hoon and I decided to drop the attraction, don’t get me wrong, you’re still as pretty as ever, but you went back to being our little sister super quick.” 

You just smiled at him, you found it cute that the three stooges all had some little crush on you at some point. Funny even. Jake just happened to be your soulmate from the beginning, they all knew that too. 

“Anyway,” Heeseung said again, finding a blue top with a flower graphic design, “I think we have enough clothes picked out for you,” he said as he tossed the article of clothing for you into the cart, “How about you help me find some new outfits for you now?” him giving you his heart lipped smile. 

You nodded, it was the least you could do, plus you both were already here. 

Heeseung continued to push the cart as you found clothes for him. It was his turn to watch you with such endearment. Heeseung doesn’t know why he decided to tell you about the small and very short-lived crush he used to have on you. Maybe it was because you looked so pretty today. With how your hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail and wearing Jake’s hoodie and sweatpants. It was way too cute. You’ve worn Jake’s clothes even before he got you pregnant, but it was still cute. Made him think that this is how his future wife will look once pregnant. But looking at you made Heeseung happy because you were happy. Jake made you happy and you made Jake happy. Which obviously made everyone else happy. 

Heeseung watched as you picked him out a bright pink shirt, leaning on his elbows on the cart, his eyes wandering down to your belly, his smile growing wider, “I can’t wait to become an uncle.” 

—

Jake and Jay clinked their beer glasses together as they cheered for their racing team, chugging down the liquid. Then asking the bartender for another refill. They clinked their glasses again, chugged it down, and got another refill. 

Jake and Jay’s phone buzzed, Heeseung texting the “and they were roommates” group chat. 

Jay took a few sips of his beer, ignoring the chat so Jake looked instead. 

“Hee and YN are back home,” Jake said, and Jay nodded, “Hee also said to let either him or Sunghoon know if we need someone to come get us.” 

It was usually this way if any of the boys went out without the others. Everyone is always on standby if anyone gets too drunk. And if all of them went out together, one person wouldn’t drink or drink as much to be the driver home. It was a perfect system. 

Jay took a few more sips of his beer then set the glass on the table, “How did YN's doctor appointment go yesterday?” 

Jake brought the glass to his lips, “Everything is good. She’s healthy, the baby is healthy. That’s all I could ask for,” he took a few sips of the beer and trained his eyes back to the TV with the race on it. 

“Do you know the gender yet?” Jay asked curiously. Jay has been thinking about that a lot lately. If he’ll have a niece or nephew? Will they have more of the Park genetics or the Sim genetics or an equal mixture of both? Will he be a good uncle? God, he hopes so. 

Jake just shakes his head, “YN wants to wait until she has the baby, wants it to be a big surprise. Should have seen her face when the doctor tried to tell her the gender. She held her hands up so fast and straight up told the doctor to keep her mouth shut.” 

Jake chuckles at the memory, he thought you were going to fight the doctor over it. Thank god you didn’t. 

Jay relaxes in his seat, studying his best friend, “Are you nervous?” 

Jake narrows his eyes and releases a huff, taking another sip of the beer, “Oh what? Nothing to be nervous over.” 

Jay could see right through Jake. He knows his best friend like the back of his hand, he can see it all over Jake’s face that the further along you got in your pregnancy, the more nervous he got. Jay really noticed Jake’s shakiness after returning from the appointment yesterday. 

“To be a dad. Nervous about wanting to take care of my sister, and wanting the pregnancy to go smoothly. Bro, I can see it all over your face. You vowed to stop drinking and partying after she got pregnant, yet you were the first one tonight to order alcohol.” 

Jake just shakes his head, “I want to be the perfect dad. I want to take care of YN through the whole pregnancy. I want our baby to be healthy. I’m scared man.” 

Jay nods, slowly rocking his body with the nod, “I’m nervous too.” 

Jake raised a brow, clearly confused. 

Jay continued, “I lived for protecting my sister, that obviously hasn’t changed, but I always tried and wanted to be the perfect older brother for her. I knew once the day came that she started popping out kids that I wanted to be a perfect uncle and protect her kids as I did her. But I also feel like I haven’t been the best or perfect brother. That I didn’t try hard enough and now I’m scared I’ll fail as an uncle.” 

“Are you fucking serious?” Jake snapped, causing Jay to widen his eyes at him, “You’re not a failure of a brother. You never failed YN and you won’t ever fail her. You did perfectly to protect her, trust me, as someone who got caught sneaking around with her, you do a pretty damn good job at it. And you won’t fail our child either. I promise you that. You’ll be a perfect uncle.” 

Jay tried to keep his eyes clear as he nodded, never wanting to admit that Jake’s words gave him the ego boost he needed. 

So he raised his glass, “To our little family.” 

Jake smiled, raising his glass as well, “To our little family.” 

“Including Heeseung, Sunghoon, and Shotaro, because YN would kill us both if we left them out.” 

Jake nodded in agreement, “Amen to that brotha.” 

“Thank you…for helping me take care of my sister,” Jay chuckled, “She doesn’t just have to deal with me trying to protect her.” 

“Trust me,” Jake rolled his eyes, “She hates it.” 

“Well YN gotta deal I guess.” Jay shrugged but also laughed. 

Jay had to admit he finally and fully was able to accept Jake in your life. He always accepted him, it just took a little bit longer to be one hundred percent okay with it. To be completely used to seeing you wrapped in Jake’s arms. Because now when you weren’t by Jake, it was weird and didn’t sit right. Jay honestly was so thankful you chose Jake. Because if you chose any other loser male out there, Jay wouldn’t be as accepting. No one is good enough for his sister besides Jake. Point blank. Plus, you were pregnant with Jake’s baby, and Jay kinda had no choice but to fully accept Jake into the family. 

They chugged down their drinks and got another refill, paying back attention to the race and knocking their sad attitudes away. 

“You know,” Jay said after some time, “We’re both fucked if you have a girl.” 

Jake groaned and dropped his face into his hands, “Don’t fucking remind me, I’ve already thought about it.” 

Jay chuckled some more, chugging down his alcohol. If you did have a girl, he already knows his protection level will skyrocket. And since Jake will be the baby’s father…oh all hell would break loose. That baby wouldn’t just have to deal with an overprotective father, but an overprotective uncle. Maybe that’s why you didn’t want to know the gender yet, you knew what would happen the minute everyone found out. 

And honestly, it wouldn’t just be him and Jake losing their brains over you having a girl. Heeseung and Sunghoon would also protect that child with their lives. The two of them are already helping you around the apartment and watching your every move. It’ll just be worse once the baby is here. 

Jay shook Jake’s shoulders, “Come on man, lighten up! Just focus on the fact you’re going to be one kick-ass of a dad!” 

That lifted Jake’s spirits, “Yeah? Think so?” 

Jay nodded, “Yeah. Because if you aren’t I’ll beat you myself. YN will be right behind me too.” 

Jake just rolls his eyes, “Whatever man.” 

The two of them laughed and continued to watch the race and enjoy each other's company. 

Heeseung had his arm wrapped around Jake, and Sunghoon had his arm wrapped around Jay, helping the two of them walk out of the bar. 

You had your arms crossed as you leaned against the car, watching for your boyfriend and brother to come into view. Your heart relaxes once the sight of Heeseung and Sunghoon dragging them out comes into view. 

“Damn, how much did they drink?” You asked, your eyes glancing back and forth between the two drunks. 

Sunghoon scoffed, “Who knows, but we told them to not get so fucking hammered.” 

“But our racer won!” Jake smiles, letting out a hiccup then his eyes focused on you, “Baby!” 

Jay looked up at you, realizing Hee and Hoon left you outside, his protectiveness and rage coming in, “You left my pregnant sister outside by HERSELF?!” 

Jake then realized it himself too, “You left my pregnant girlfriend outside by HERSELF?!” 

“Oh shut the fuck up!” Heeseung snapped, “I tried to usher you both out of the bar by myself but I needed help. YN was told to stay INSIDE the car.” 

You just shrugged, “I can hold my own.” 

“You’re pregnant!!” Jake and Jay both said in unison.

“Yeah! Pregnant! Not disabled!” 

Jake lifted himself from Heeseung and walked to you, taking your chin between his fingers and his other hand resting on your tummy, “You and this baby are the most important things to me, if something were to happen to you two…I…” 

You relaxed your body and placed your hands on your boyfriend's face, you knew he was just being protective. Same with your brother. You knew you were the most important thing to them, the least you could do was respect their wishes when it comes to protecting you. 

“I am okay,” you reassured him, looking at your brother and repeating the words, “Heeseung and Sunghoon wouldn’t have left me alone if they didn’t think it was okay.” 

“Trust me,” Sunghoon said, trying to keep Jay from slipping out of his hold, “We didn’t want to leave her in the car.” 

“Can we discuss this at home?” Jay said, hanging his head low, “I think I drank way too much.” 

“You don’t fucking say?!” Heeseung scoffed, helping Sunghoon with Jay. 

“I’ll drive Jay’s car back,” Sunghoon said, “Help me get him in then we can head back. I think YN has Jake fine.” 

You nodded, eyes darting to your brother, “Take care of him.” 

You got Jake in the car, him laying his head on your shoulder, cuddling up to you. 

Heeseung returns quickly and jumps in the driver's seat of his car, “Let’s get home guys, I’m exhausted.” 

You watched Jake’s hand through the street lamps and moonlight as his thumb rubbed your thigh then shifted up and placed his whole hand on your pregnant stomach. 

“I can’t wait to meet you,” he says softly, taking a deep breath and snuggling more into you. You rest your head against the top of his, smiling. You could already tell Jake would be a fantastic father. 

You kissed his forehead, whispering, “I love you.” 

—

You moaned softly into Jake’s mouth as he slowly pumped into you. 

The early morning sun beats down onto the bed, making his skin shine beautifully. 

Jake slides his tongue down your mouth, his hand moving up and down your bare back, stopping to squeeze your ass, moving down to your leg wrapped over his hip, and squeezing your thigh before moving back up and repeating the process. 

You were now about halfway done with your pregnancy. Your little sprout of life grows perfectly and healthy every single day, which made having sex with Jake a bit harder now that the baby has grown so big. 

But that didn’t stop you two, obviously. 

Jake woke you up this morning with kisses to your neck, and his fingers sliding down your shorts, “I need you so bad right now.” 

The sex wasn’t rough but filled with so much love. It was soft, lazy, passionate, and just so so much love. 

His hand stopped at your hip and squeezed it tightly, “I want to get so rough with you, fuck,” he whispers, “I need to cum.” 

You remove yourself from him, sliding his cock out and rolling over to your other side, backing your ass into his hips, “Then get rough with me babe.” 

Jake hissed, quickly shoving his cock back into your cunt, snapping his hips fast against your ass. 

“Fuck baby, can never get enough of this pussy.” 

You could tell Jake was losing himself in your heat. He hasn’t been able to be rough like he normally wanted to, being too afraid that he would hurt you. 

Jake leaned more into your back, pressing you into the sheets as he fucked into you at a primal rate. His fingers slipping between your legs and rubbing your clit at the same pace. 

You bit into the fabric of your pillow to suppress your moans, not wanting to wake anyone else up in the apartment. Your hands gripped the sheets, knuckles turning white. 

You missed how rough Jake could get. Missed him pressing your face into the pillows. Even though this wasn’t the full extent of roughness that he could do, you still ate up every ounce of what he was giving you right now. 

“That’s it, baby,” he cooed, “You’re doing so good for me, taking my cock so well even though you’re pregnant.” 

You felt your climax reach its peak, Jake groaning at feeling you cum on his cock. He was literally on cloud 9. And the fact you’re letting him get even the smallest amount of rough with you was driving him crazy. 

Jake would be lying if he said he didn’t google sex positions to use while being pregnant and read plenty of articles on it too. The last thing he wanted was to hurt you or make you uncomfortable. 

Jake also read how some girlfriends/wives completely took sex off the table when they found out they were pregnant. He was so fucking blessed that you had just as high a sex drive as he did. Jake would lose his mind if you wouldn’t let him have a taste of that sweet pussy of yours for nine months. His hand would only get him so far before his crumpling at your feet begging you to let him fuck you. So again yeah, he thanked god you were just as addicted to his cock as he was to your pussy. 

Not to mention the position he has you in right now was so sexy to him. He was still able to press your face into the pillows and rail you from behind, getting to see how his cock moves inside you, watching how your cum wraps a white ring around his cock. Get to see every facial expression you make while hitting your G-spot. What’s not to love about it? Plus you’re comfortable and it wasn’t affecting your belly at all. 

“Hmm I’m fixing to cum baby,” he growls, “Going to fill this cunt to the brim.” 

“Pleaseeee,” you beg, wanting nothing more than to feel his cum stain your insides. 

“Hmmm,” he hummed, licking the shell of your ear and then biting the lobe as he came. His strings of white rope filled you completely, “Fuck…fuck,” he moaned, trying to catch his breath. 

Jake kissed your temple before pulling out and removing himself from the bed. You rolled over and watched his naked figure dig in his dresser for a clean pair of boxers and socks, slipping them onto his body then grabbing his favorite pair of jeans that he wears to work, along with his white striped button-up. 

You sat up in bed, pulling the covers over your naked body, now cold from the loss of your boyfriend pressed against you. 

“You should call out,” you softly said. 

Jake chuckles as he sits on the edge of the bed, pulling his sneakers onto his feet, “I would if I could my love, I need every time saved up to use once you give birth.” 

You groaned and pouted but knew it wouldn’t get you your way. Knowing he couldn’t actually call out. Mostly when he wanted to take off a couple of days around your due date just in case he needed to rush you to the hospital. And then there’s the first few weeks he wants to spend with you after the baby arrives. He couldn’t take off at all and the only reason his leave got approved by his boss was because he promised to show up every single day before you gave birth no matter what. Yet you still pouted anyway. 

“What will I do while you’re gone?” 

“Why don’t you see if one of the other guys can hang out with you?” Jake wanted to call out. Wanted nothing more than to stay in bed with you all day. But he has a future child and a girlfriend to feed and spoil, he kind of needed to work. 

“I already asked them,” You cross your arms, “Heeseung also has to work, Sunghoon is spending the day with his sister, and Jay is too busy finishing up his culinary degree online to step away.” 

“Have you called Shotaro? I’m sure he’d love to see you.” 

Your eyes lit up, remembering that Taro had the day off today, “Yeah I’ll give him a call.” 

Jake smiled at you, “Just make sure to be careful okay?” he asked, placing his hand over your growing belly, “Don’t do anything you know you can’t do, let Shotaro help.” 

You rolled your eyes, being as stubborn as ever. 

“I’ll call and tell himself—“

“Okay!” you said, “I’ll behave.” 

“Good,” Jake pulls you in for a couple of kisses, then kisses your forehead, “I’ll see you when I get off. I love you.”

“I love you too meanie head!” 

Then you watched him walk out of the bedroom. 

—

“What do you mean you don’t want a baby shower?” Taro asked, brows furrowed as his fingers rapidly pressed the buttons on his PS5 controller, the sounds of the boss he was fighting and killed on Elden Ring filled his sound system, “Yes!!!” 

You slouched down onto his couch, watching as his character now ran out of the castle, “Didn’t you beat this game already?” 

“Hmm,” he hummed, still focused on the game, “But I am doing a different build this time.” 

You just sighed, continuing to watch your best friend play his video game, the ice in his coffee on the table to his right slowly melting away. 

“Are you going to answer my question?” 

You groaned, “Ughhh Jay was on my ass about this too the other day,” you pouted, and decided it was time to sit up. Taro quickly set the controller down to his set and helped you sit up, “I don’t want a baby shower because I don’t really have any girlfriends, and even so I don’t know the gender of the baby, so I don’t want to get a bunch of pointless gifts. Jake and I decided we would just probably have a small get-together after our child is born and we all go shopping for stuff then.” 

Shotaro nodded, making sure you were sitting up comfortably before grabbing his controller again, and going back to the game, “I guess that is a bit easier and less planning out. Totally sounds like a you thing to do though. Why would Jay get onto you for it?

You shrugged, “I think he’s more nervous than I am and wants an excuse to drink.” 

Shotaro laughed, “Yeah, I’ve noticed the lack of Lee, Parks, and Sim at parties.” 

Which Taro understood completely. Everyone was an adult and you were pregnant, none of the four men wanted to leave you alone at the apartment while they went out. Even if they wanted to, Taro always offered to sit with you, but I think the reality check hit each of them hard after finding out you were pregnant, kinda sending them to a more sober life. 

“Those four really took attached at the hip seriously huh?” 

You scoffed, “Yeah, it’s probably worse now than what it was when we were kids, and they were super annoying as kids.” 

Shotaro sometimes wished he knew you five back then. From the stories he’s heard from Jake, Jay, Heeseung, Sunghoon, and yourself, the five of you were a blast to be around. You five, at least to Shotaro, were the sole definition of what friendship/family is and what it meant. He’s happy that he’s a part of the family now, but man he would have loved to see you all in your prime. 

Shotaro closed out Elden Ring, “Want to play anything? I feel bad just having you sit here.” 

You shook your head, “Taro I feel perfectly fine just sitting here and watching you play games. Your company is everything and much needed.”

Taro just smiles, opening up Elden Ring again and leaning back on the couch. He knew you just wanted some company, but he still didn’t want to let you feel left out either. 

From what Jake said, you used to be super independent, not needing anything from anyone or needed anyone who wasn't Jay. That you grew up so headstrong and unbreakable, probably due to having Jay as your brother and the three stooges as your friends. Even when you went off to college you were independent, only ever spending time with your roommate and a few other friends but mostly did your own thing. 

But something changed after that winter break and moving into town. You got used to relying on others, always having one of the four boys at your side so when they are all busy, you feel lost. That’s where Shotaro came in. He knows you two are best friends and that you love him and know when you need him, and you need him right now. Things got a lot crazier after finding out you were pregnant, but Taro still was filled with endearment each time you asked to hang out. 

You slid back onto the couch too, leaning your head against his shoulder. Shotaro leaned more into you as well, letting the two of you be comfortable with each other's space. 

“Actually, can I learn to play? Jake plays this at home all the time too.” 

Shotaro nodded, “Of course, princess.” 

He hands you the controller, “Are you sure? I don’t want to mess up your progress.” 

“It’s just a game, YN,” he chuckles, “Plus I know what I’m doing, I can fix any mistake you make.” 

You smiled, letting him teach you what each button does and how it works, and then taught you the basics of the game. Before you knew it you were running around and slaying the lower level enemies. 

“Figured out names yet?” Taro asked, taking a few sips of his coffee. 

You shrugged, “We honestly haven’t really discussed it. Jake and I have been really going about this blind, besides you know, reading the parenting books and doing your basic research. Plus I’ve been attending my doctor appointments and everything seems to be going well, so we are doing something right.” 

“As long as you both and the baby are happy and healthy, that’s all that matters. Maybe it’s one of those things that once you see your child for the first time, the name will come to you almost immediately.” 

You nodded, “That’s what we are going for.” 

You were then killed in the game and Taro teased you to no end that you got his character killed even after he said it would all be okay. 

But you were happy, laughing, and enjoying your time with your best friend. You could see it now, Shotaro being another non-biological uncle to your child. Teach him or her to play video games and tease them to the point they are crying from laughter. 

You were truly blessed to have been surrounded by the right people. 

—

Jake rolled his eyes as he shoved his gloved hands into his puffy jacket pockets, “Is there any reason why I need to be here right now?” he scoffs, a shiver going down his back, “I could be at home cuddling my girlfriend.” 

And rightfully getting my dick wet. 

You woke up super touchy this morning, pressing your chest and belly against his back, leaving a trail of kisses down his neck and shoulder, sliding your hand down his boxers, and pumping his long hard length slowly. 

Jake could be buried balls deep inside you right now. Whether that means your hand, mouth, or cunt. He didn’t care, he just wanted to fuck you slowly. 

Sunghoon skated passed him quickly, taking Jake’s mind out of the multiple positions he could already have put you in by now. 

“Man, we just want one last bro day before YN has the baby,” Heeseung tucked his hands into his pockets, “She’s ready to pop open any day, ya?” 

Jake just nodded, staring down at the ice underneath him, “Within the next few weeks yeah.” 

Jay patted his shoulder, “Don’t look so nervous, everything will be fine.”

Jake knew everything would be fine. But you’ve been staying in bed or lounging around on the couch more often than doing anything else these days. With you finally being in the last leg of your pregnancy, Jake just wanted to take care of you. And obviously, get his dick shoved so far up your cunt that it makes you see stars. 

Jake just rolled his eyes, “That’s not the point, I want to be at home with her right now.” 

“You just want to get your dick wet,” Sunghoon said as he slid across the ice in front of his friends, “I heard the fooling around that was happening this morning.” 

Jake glared at his best friend, “Really man?” 

Jay was also glaring, but not at Sunghoon, “Yeah really man?” Jay might have fully accepted Jake as family and his relationship with his little sister, but he still didn’t want to hear about the sexual acts the two of you do. 

Jake was now glaring at Jay, “I got her knocked up, I don’t see why you’re giving me the death stare right now. It’s kind of obvious at this point that I have sex with your sister.” 

Heeseung and Sunghoon could honestly eat popcorn and watch Jay get mad about Jake railing against you every single time. But Jay was just being a big brother protecting his baby sister, even though you were literally so close to giving birth. 

Jay just waves his hands in the air, “Nah nah I don’t want to hear it.” 

“Anyways!” Sunghoon interrupted, skating back in front of his friends, “We are going to have a bro day and ice skate on my old stomping grounds from hockey days. YN is with my sister having a girls' day, she’s fine.” 

Jake knew once the baby was here that having a guy's day would be less often, mostly up until you’re able to take care of the baby alone after much-needed rest and care. So he shrugged his shoulders, knowing you were with Yeji and perfectly safe, and smiled up at his friends. 

It’s been a while since the last time the four of them ice skated together. It was probably before college. Because once Sunghoon was accepted onto the hockey team, it became hard to skate together again. 

The four boys raced around the rink, trying everything they could to outrun Sunghoon but failing terribly. 

Jake’s heart was so full. He felt like a kid again being with his best friends. With the way everyone laughed, teased, and talked without a care in the world brought all of them back to their high school days. When they’d sneak out of the Park’s house and climb onto the roof and look at the stars until you got annoyed at hearing them talk above your bedroom. 

The memories didn’t stop there. Jake started to remember his soccer days in high school. Remember seeing Jay, Heeseung, Sunghoon, and you cheering him on from the bleachers. Remembering how his parents threw a big party for when his team won the championships for the school district, everyone’s parents drank and laughed in the kitchen while the five of you along with Heeseung and Jake’s older brothers, and Yeji. How you all played around outside until the sun went down. 

Jake rounded the corner of the ice rink, his smile up to his ears as the images of his friends once as children came into mind, then turning them back into who they are all now. 

It’s crazy how fast time can change, but how the four of them never did. They continued to grow together, learn together, and still had each other's backs. 

Jake was truly lucky to have these guys, mostly now that he has you. Jake will never have so much trust in anyone else with his child as he will with the three men standing before him. 

Jake pulled his friends into a hug, “I really needed this today guys, thank you,” His friends pulled each other closer, their smiles never fading, “I truly do love you guys.” 

—

You lay in bed, scrolling through the latest TikTok trends and giggling softly to yourself, using your thumb to swipe to the next video, your other hand gently resting on your belly, fingers tapping lightly as if to tell your baby that you’re here and ready for them. 

You were nearing the due date, counting down the actual seconds until it was time to finally meet the little sprout of life that you and Jake created. To finally grow this small family into something bigger. You were excited, Jake was excited. Same with Jay, Heeseung, and Sunghoon. 

Sunghoon even went out and bought a small hockey jersey of his favorite team for the baby to wear. Heeseung bought baby Legos, and Jay bought a small baby guitar to teach his nephew/niece the love of music so early on. 

Sometimes you think the other three are more excited about you giving birth than you and Jake were. 

But nevertheless, it made you more than happy to see the three of them excited for the baby. 

The only con to being pregnant and being at the due date is everyone has been more on edge. All four of the boys have started picking up more hours and longer shifts at work to pile in that extra money. Mostly because you can’t work and Jake will be taking a leave to help take care of you and the baby. So the other three decided to pick up those hours to help pick up the slack from Jake not working to help pay the bills. You were grateful and hated that you could pitch in, but you loved them all dearly for it. Jake also was working himself to death recently, wanting to get every last penny possible to put into savings for the hospital bills you’ll have and to get clothes and food that everyone else will need. 

You set your phone down at your side, staring up at the ceiling. Grateful and love aren’t big enough words to describe how happy you are to have those four men. 

As if on cue, the front door to the quiet apartment opened, an obvious sign that someone returned home. 

Today was one of the rare days you were left alone. Mostly because Shotaro also had to work and wasn’t able to call out or get a replacement. But you promised to stay in bed all day to help ease the boys' minds. 

You sat up in the bed, listening carefully on who could have come back home, then heard the sigh of your boyfriend and the sound of him dropping himself onto the couch. 

Your heart raced as you swung your legs over the bed and stood up, making your way to the bedroom and opening it slowly, peaking out to see Jake hunched over on the couch, face in his hands. 

You walked out of the room, the sound of your bare feet walking on the floor had Jake lifting his head, giving you a small smile, “Hey baby, you resting okay?” 

You nodded, taking note of the bags under his eyes. How tired he looked, how he seemed to barely keep his smile up. 

“Jake, are you okay?” you asked him, taking his hand into yours, and rubbing your thumb into his palm. 

Jake just nodded, leaning back onto the couch, “I’m just exhausted. They sent me home early because I almost fell asleep on a computer tower I was working on.” 

You bit your lip as you squeezed his hand. Jake has been working so hard for you. Barely getting enough sleep. If he wasn’t at work, he was at home helping to take care of you. You couldn’t help but feel guilty. 

Jake could see the worry in your eyes, quickly trying to blink away the sleep and sat back up, taking both of his hands to your belly and resting his forehead against the middle, “Don't look at me like that,” he whispered, “It’s all for you, for us. It’s going to be worth it once this little one is here.” 

You tangled your fingers into his hair, taking a deep breath in. Jake is almost as stubborn as Jay when it comes to putting his mind to something. You knew no matter how much you told him to rest or not worry about you, he was going to do everything anyway. 

Jake’s hand moved to your hips and softly squeezed, leaving a few kisses on your clothed belly, “Even when you’re fixing to burst open you’re still so sexy, YN.” 

A heat wave went through your body, and you started acting on instinct. 

You placed your hands on his shoulders, slowly pressing him back onto the couch. Jake looks up at you, seeing the lust that filled your eyes now. Seeing the want to take care of him. 

He had to admit, it got his cock hard so fast. 

Jake watched as you sank down to your knees, crossing your legs underneath you for better balance, hands now at the button of his jeans.

“Baby—“ 

You cut him off, “Let me take care of you,” you said it more as a warning than anything else, making him know damn well he better sit back and relax, “You’ve been taking such good care of me, let me repay it.” 

Jake didn’t even attempt to start arguing, not after you slid his jeans and boxers down to his ankles, his cock slapping against his abdomen from being set free. The tip already red and angry and leaking with precum. Jake bit his lips, any exhaustion he had was out the window as he watched you take his length in your hands, extending your tongue and licking him from his balls all the way up his shaft and to the tip. Flattening your tongue over the top and pressing the precum, mixing it with your saliva. 

Jake couldn’t hold his moans back, mostly not after you placed the tip between your lips, slowly sucking it as your tongue wrapped around it then releasing it with a pop. 

You fluttered your eyes up to him, seeing the way your boyfriends pupils were already so blown out. Loving how furrowed his brows were and how his mouth opened a gap. You smirked at him, keeping eye contact as you stretched your tongue out again and licked up his shaft. 

“Fuck, baby,” he hissed, hands gripping the cushions of the couch, “Fuck fuck fuck, stop teasing me.” 

You hummed against his cock, placing soft kisses up the shaft and at the tip then finally taking him completely in your mouth. 

Jake flung his head back as he felt your mouth slide down him, the tip hitting the back off your throat and squeezing around him, a wet moan leaving his plump lips. 

You squeezed your thighs together, the moan Jake let out sent chills down your spine and to your heat. You had to be dripping out of your panties after that moan, because fuck it was hot. 

You bobbed your head up and down, taking every inch of him as your hands squeezed his thighs. Tongue working its magic as it wrapped around him, giving that extra pleasure. 

Jake set his head back up, looking down at you all pretty between his legs, sucking him off like the good girl you are, taking such good care of him. 

Jake was losing his mind, seeing the way you sucked his dick, with how you gripped onto his thighs. Wearing that pretty blue sleep dress to help keep the comfort while pregnant. It was so fucking hot to him. 

Here you were, knocked the fuck up and still down on your knees for him. Sucking him like your life depended on it. Jake could cum just from watching you. 

His cock twitched and he hissed, knowing he wouldn’t be able to last much longer. 

“Baby,” he cooed, running a finger down your jaw and your eyes fluttered up to him, still not slowing down your movements, “I’m fixing—fuck—to cum,” he flung his head back, but then quickly set it back up, “I wanna cum in your pussy.” 

You released him from your mouth, using his thighs, with the help of his hands pulling you up. 

Jake carefully laid you down on your back against the couch, hands lifting up your blue dress until it was now on the floor, hands flicking back to your hips and removing your panties, leaving you completely bare to him. 

You reached for his shirt, hands gliding up his body, fingers tracing over his abs and chest as he helped you remove that last bit of clothing from him. 

Jake lined his cock to your entrance, hands resting on your knees, looking to you for the nod of approval then sliding himself in. 

You gasp as he bottoms out, then pulls himself halfway out, then slams back into you.

Jake bit his lips as he watched the way your body reacted to him deep inside you, watching as you moaned and whimpered under him. Even though you did all this to take care of him, Jake wasn’t going to let himself finish without you getting some taken care of too. 

So his fingers got to work on your clit as he pounded into you. Jake was already close and knew he was going to bust before you did, but he didn’t care. He continued to fuck into you until his seed spilled in you, his hips staggering as he did two last hard thrusts then held his hips in place, making sure every last drop of his cum stayed inside you. His fingers are working faster now. 

Your moaning got louder. The sensation of Jake pressed up against your cervix with his fingers on your clit was driving you mad. You couldn’t form any sentences, could barely even think of a sentence. 

“Oh? Fucked you dumb?” Jake cooed, licking his bottom lip, and slowly started moving his hips again, “All you know is my cock right now? Right baby?” 

You nodded, feeling your climax fast approaching. 

Jake thought he would be finished after cumming, but seeing how fucked out you were made his dick twitch and wanting more. He couldn’t help it, you looked too sexy laying there under him to not move his hips again. Regardless of how overstimulating he felt right now. It just added to the moment. 

“Fuck I love you so much,” he whispered, snapping his hips faster, his cum now leaking out of your hole and dripping down onto the couch, “Here you are fixing to give birth and still caring more about taking care of me and my needs? God, what did I do to deserve you?” 

The knot snapped and your orgasm washed over you. Jake pumped into you faster now, both hands being back on your knees, mixing your cum together. 

“Thank you,” Jake groaned, “Thank you for never giving up on me,” he ran his hands down to your thighs, gripping the plush tightly, “Even after everything we’ve been through, after the shit I put you through. You stayed by me, continued to love me—fuck—thank you, baby, for never giving up on me, on us. And I promise you,” Jake reached his second climax faster than expected, but he didn’t care, letting the white ropes shoot deep inside your cunt, hips pinning so hard against your thighs you’re sure bruises will be there in the morning, “I won’t give up on us, I’ll never give up on us, on you, or this family.” 

You exhaustedly smiled up at your boyfriend, looking at him with endearment as you reached both arms up to his shoulders and pulled him down to you. Jake hovered carefully, his hand gripping the back of the couch as his lips connected to yours. 

He rests his forehead against yours, smiling and chuckling as he struggles to catch his breath after cumming twice. 

How did he actually get so lucky to call you his?

—

You woke up in a pained sweat, your body sitting up quickly as your hands reached for your lower stomach. 

It was only five pm, and the apartment was quiet except for the sounds of Jake’s soft snores as he slept beside you, the other three being at work. 

“Jake,” you barely were able to mumble out, reaching a hand from your stomach to tap his bare back, “Jake.” 

Jake sniffled and hummed, not moving. 

You sat up more, feeling the wetness soaking the bed sheets. 

“Jake,” you cried out, shoving his shoulder the best you could, sending his head shooting up and looking at you, “Jake.” 

All it took was one look and Jake knew what was happening. 

“Shit!” he cursed, jumped from the bed, and ran to the closet, grabbing a pair of clothes for you and himself. 

Jake helped you dress as fast as he could before dressing himself and helping you to your feet and out of the apartment. 

You still weren’t due for another few days but Jake never has been so happy to already have his time off from work. 

Crazy how the small nap the two of you decided to take would end with your child deciding to gift the world its presence. Even though nerve-racking, Jake wouldn’t help the excitement. 

Jake was speeding down the street, fumbling with his phone to call Jay while telling you to keep breathing. 

Jay answered on the second ring. 

“What’s up, man? I am in the mid—“ 

“Her water broke,” Jake interrupted. 

“What?” Jake could hear the panic in your brother's voice. 

“YN’s water broke!” 

“Oh fuck,” there was fumbling around in the background and the sound of Jay’s shoes hitting the pavement to show he’s running, followed up by a “My sister’s water broke, I gotta go!” more running then a car door being shut, “Please get her to the hospital safe, I’ll be there shortly.” 

“Call Hee and Hoon and all our parents too,” Jake was barely able to say, the nerves settling in even more, “I need to focus on YN. Can you also go back to the apartment? I forgot the extra bag of things for her night stay.” 

Jay agreed, “Get me sister there safe,” and then the call ended. 

Jake tossed his phone onto his lap, reaching his hand over onto your stomach, rubbing it gently, “Just keep breathing baby, okay?” 

You nodded, feeling lightheaded and like you were about to pass out. 

Before you knew it, you lay on the hospital bed with nurses and doctors surrounding your lower half. Jake stood by your side squeezing your hand tightly and sending words of encouragement that you could barely hear over the sound of your ears ringing from pushing. 

This was the most painful thing you’ve ever felt, but you knew once your baby was out, it would always be worth it. 

Jake leaned his head against yours, placing kisses on your brow, and continued his words of encouragement, “That’s it, baby, you’re doing great. Keep pushing.” 

You gave one final push, and the pain was easing up. Jake’s head whipped to your lower half as the sound of crying now filled the room. 

You took some deep breaths and relaxed your body, but you noticed Jake’s hand was still squeezing yours. You tried to call him, but eyes never once left your baby as the doctors and nurses took them to a small table, bathing your child clean, their little cries getting louder. 

One of the nurses noticed Jake’s stare, her smile growing wide after the other nurses finished wrapping your baby in a blanket. 

“Want to come meet your daughter, dad?” the nurse said. 

Daughter. He had a daughter. 

Jake opens his mouth to speak, hands trembling. 

“Babe,” Jake hears you call to him, “Go meet our daughter.” 

He finally looks down at you, only seeing how big your smile is even after the exhaustion of pushing out a whole human being. 

So he nodded, finally letting go of your hand, and with shaky legs walked over to the table. 

Jake fell to his knees. One look was all it took. One look at his daughter and everything in life made sense. One look and his life finally had even more purpose than before. One look and that sweet baby girl became the center of his world. 

Oh, he was fucked. 

The nurses helped Jake back to his knees, teasing him about being a first-time dad, and encouraged him to hold his baby girl. 

Tears filled Jake’s eyes as he picked her up, her cries finally disappearing the moment she locked eyes with him as if she knew she was safe and sound in the arms of her father. 

The tears fell down his cheeks, smiling big as he let out a soft chuckle, turning to face you as he rocked her in his arms, “She has the Park nose.” 

You let out a small giggle because of course she does. You’ve never heard the end of how people knew you and Jay were related by similar noses. But you were glad she did have the Park nose. 

The longer Jake stared down at his little girl, the more he saw himself in her. Mostly her eyes, the same beautiful brown that he has. 

“We created this,” Jake cried, finally walking back to your side, “We created this beautiful piece of life.” 

You reached for your daughter, Jake slowly and carefully placing her in your arms. And oh the sobs that escaped your mouth. 

She was so beautiful. Everything about her was beautiful. She was a spitting image of Jake, with small hints of you. 

Jake pulled a chair up to the bed, sitting as close to you as he could, wrapping his arm over your arms that held your daughter, his thumb grazing the back of your hand. 

Her small eyes looked back at him and gave a small yawn. His heart nearly stopped, mouthing opening and voice speaking before he realized. 

“Hwa Young,” he softly said. 

You didn’t take your eyes off your daughter to know what Jake meant, “Beautiful Little Flower,” you whispered. 

“Beautiful Little Flower,” Jake repeated, his smile growing again. 

“Hwa Young Sim,” you smiled, finally turning to face your boyfriend, “Babe, it’s the perfect name.” 

Jake quickly leaned over to kiss you, not being able to get enough of your lips on his at this moment. Hwa was finally here in both your arms, your little family finally completely together. 

Hwa’s soft yawn had you two pulling away from each other, eyes filling with endearment at how her nose scrunches when she yawns. 

You gently traced your fingers over her face, wanting to outline this moment in memory. 

Jake watched as you did it, eyes going back and forth between you and Hwa. Knowing this is what he wanted for the rest of his life. 

“YN?” 

You looked up at your boyfriend, giving him a smile, “Hmm?” 

“Let’s get married.” 

You stare at him, tears filling his eyes once again as he leaned back in to kiss you more then slowly fell back into his seat. 

“Let’s get married,” Jake repeated again, “Marry me.” 

You cried again, nodding and chanting out strings of “Yes yes yes.” 

This might have been Jake’s happiest moment of his life and knew this happiness was never going to fade. He has you. He has Hwa. He has Jay, Heeseung, Sunghoon, his older brother, and his parents. There’s nothing else Jake needed. He has it all now. 

You started to ask where your brother was when the door to the hospital room flew open and everyone’s eyes went to the door. 

Jay stood in the doorway, your duffle bag in hand. 

“I came as quickly as I could, Heeseung and Sunghoon are…on the way.” 

You smiled up at your brother as his eyes were locked into Hwa in your arms. 

“Jongseong, my big brother, want to come meet your niece?”  

Jay almost lost his balance, dropping the duffle bag to the floor and gripping to the wall. Jake couldn’t help but laugh. 

“My niece?” Jay’s heart was pounding. He has a niece. He’s an uncle. Oh my god, he has a niece. 

“We’re both fucked, brother,” Jake teased, “We are done for.” 

Jay slowly walked over to your bedside, watching as you slowly lifted his niece up and into his arms. Jake was right, they both were fucked. Because the moment Jay fully held her in his arms and looked into those eyes, he was done for. Jay became putty in this little girl's hands. She has him wrapped around her finger and his entire world. The protection Jay felt for her was on the same level he had for you, and you could see it in his eyes as he held Hwa. That big brother protection spell overflowing onto her. It made you smile, knowing she would be so loved and protected like you are. 

Jay fought to hold back his tears as he rocked her in his arms, “My sweet niece…” 

“Hwa Young Sim,” Jake said with a big smile, “Beautiful Little Flower.” 

Jay chuckled, “It fits her so well…Little Hwa. Oh my god, she has the Park nose.” 

Everyone in the room laughed as Jay continued to coo over Hwa. Kissing her forehead softly and whispering how he’ll be the best uncle for her, to protect her with everything. It made tears swell back into your eyes. 

Jay chuckled again, “She is a spitting image of you, Jake. An exact copy and paste, it’s crazy.” 

Heeseung, Sunghoon, and even Shotaro rounded the corner of the door frame, the three of them immediately crumbling the moment they laid eyes on Hwa. 

Baby girl has only been born for twenty minutes and she already has everyone in the room wrapped around her fingers and falling to their knees. 

“We’re uncles!!” Sunghoon cheered, taking Hwa from Jay. 

Jake and you watched as your parents pulled in one by one, everyone taking turns holding your daughter and showing her all the love she deserves. 

Jake rests his forehead against yours, tangling his fingers around yours, “Baby?” he hummed, “Let’s have another one, ya?” 

‧₊˚✧THE END✧˚₊‧

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[phoxey]

I can't help you.

Bada Lee x fem!reader

CW: hurt/comfort ANGST!!!! Big triggerwarning bc of Selfharm. Please do not read this if you are currently stuggling with (thoughts of) self harming.

AN: I wrote this for an ANON request, which i got a week ago. Sorry anon that im only doing it now, i was really busy. I hope you are okay, Anon. Remember you are so loved.

Bada was your safe place. Has always been. She knew you had been struggling with depression since you were a child, due to trauma from your childhood home. Your father died after a decade of him struggling with substance abuse and depression since you were born. Your mother just told you to suck it up and to not be weak. She refused to get you therapy.

You met Bada in middle school. You immediately became best friends, after she sat down next to you on the first day of school and said: “We are friends now.”

Since then, you two became inseparable. People knew if they invite Bada, you were coming too. You even slept at Bada’s house more often than at your own home. And as soon as both of you graduated you moved in with each other.

The only thing that Bada ever did without you was dancing. Bada called dancing her second greatest love after you. She always ran her choreography drafts by you, to get your feedback. It was her trying to involve you in her passion so you wouldn’t feel left out, and you loved it.

When you were with Bada, the demons in your head were quiet. They only came out whenever you were separated from Bada.

Since Street Woman Fighter 2 began she had spent most of her time at the studio. In the beginning you were fine, since the two of you still texted throughout the day. But the more the season progressed, the shorter her messages became. Bada was just stressed and busy, you knew that. But what if…?

What if she was growing apart from you?

What if she wasn’t busy, but just annoyed by you?

What if she didn’t love you anymore?

What if, she was just holding out with you?

What if she realized that you were just a burden to her?

What if she would be more successful if you weren’t there?

What if she was happier if you weren’t there?

What if she hated you?

You didn’t know how but the next time you opened your eyes again, you were standing in front of the bathroom mirror. The cold bright lights hurting your tired eyes. You barely remembered the past few days. You only remembered sitting in front of your phone praying for a message from her, neither sleeping, nor eating. You could barely recognize yourself in the mirror. Pale and with dark circles around your eyes.

Crying didn’t help letting the darkness out of you body anymore. Neither did journalling. You had tried distracting yourself, but you couldn’t watch more than thirty seconds of a movie before your brain started to run the demons’ voices again. Nothing helped anymore.

Except…

Your eyes briefly fell to your own razor before your eyes shot back up to your reflection. Your eyes pleaded with yourself.

“Please don’t do it… “, you whispered to yourself. “Please, Please…”

You kept begging yourself to not do it, but your hands moved on their own.

When Bada actually did come home that night, she found the entire apartment in darkness, even the shutters were closed. She put down her bag on the kitchen counter and noticed how the state of the kitchen and the unwashed dishes hadn’t changed since she was here a few days ago. She heard sobbing from the bedroom and immediately rushed there. The bedroom was empty as well but the door to the bathroom was opened a crack and the cold, sterile light streamed into the bedroom.

She swung the door open and there you were. Sitting on the tiles, holding your arms, your white shirt now red. You were sobbing but your eyes were dry.

Slowly you looked up at her.

“Babe… what is this? “, Bada asked slowly. Her heart was racing and aching when she saw your arms and the razor next to you on the floor.

“I’m sorry... I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to… I really tried…”, you muttered between sobs.

Bada briefly left the bathroom, and you were afraid that she was leaving you for good now, but just a minute later she returned.

“Wash it with cold water. Rinse it off.”, She said calmly but sternly.

Was she angry with you? She had to be. You obediently did as she said and got up, washing your arms with ice cold water. She bent down and took the razor in the meantime and threw it away. But she watched your every move.

When she saw that you were done, she handed you two bandages. “Wrap those around your arms.”

You did that as well. In silence Bada watched you, but also guided you as you two walked into the bedroom. Gently she sat you down on the bed.

“Wait here.”

Bada went into the bathroom again and closed the door. You sat there in the dark for a while, pulling your knees to your chest.

You wondered if Bada was really angry at you. Would she leave you now? You shouldn’t have put such a burden on her. Why did you do that? Bada was already stressed enough and now you only added to it. Or did you? Did she even care?

You felt the mattress sink in next to you and that snapped you out of your thoughts. You looked at her. Only to meet her intense eyes, which made you immediately look down.

You opened your mouth to say something, but not a sound came out and so you closed it again.

“I don’t hate you.”, she broke the silence.

“Why were you so cold just now?”, you asked softly.

“I read that it’s best to not react too much to self-harm, and for the person to wrap the wounds themselves. Also, I wanted to radiate calmness, for you and for myself too.”, Bada explained.

You nodded. “Ah… makes sense.”

Bada’s gaze softened and out the corner of your eye you saw her turning to you and opening her arms. Slowly you sank into her embrace and hid your face in her chest. Wordless she rubbed your back. The two of you stayed like that for a while. Bada’s heartbeat wasn’t exactly calm, but it soothed you nevertheless.

“Why?”, she whispered into the dark.

“You were gone for so long… and the thoughts got so loud…”, you mumbled ashamed.

“I’m sorry…“

„Don’t be please. Please. It’s my fault. Not yours. You were busy being so great and successful. I love that for you, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

“It’s not your fault either.”

“But it is… I promised you that I would never do it again… and here I am.”, you whispered.

Bada was silent for another moment.

“It wasn’t your fault. You are not those evil thoughts. They are there in your head but they don’t define you. Got it?”

You nodded slowly.

“We have to do something against them.”, Bada said then. “I would hate if this or worse happens again. I can’t promise to be with you at all times. And I want you to be safe and happy even when I am gone.”

“I don’t know what to do though…”, you said.

“Go to therapy.“

“What?”

Bada looked at you. Her stern gaze was gone, now her beautiful eyes were sad and filled with tears.

“I can’t help you.”, she said, her voice cracking. “As much as I want to. I see you suffering daily and I hate that, I feel so helpless. And when I am gone, I know you suffer even more. But I can’t change it… it’s my job. So please…”

“Bada, I-… I wouldn’t even know where to start.”, you admitted.

“You don’t have to. I am still by your side. I will help you. I will look with you for therapists, I will call them with you, I will go to them with you.”, she said immediately.

You were silent. In all those years you never looked into getting therapy. The taunting voice of your mother in your head. That you should be strong and get over yourself. You waited for it to come… but today, your mothers voice remained silent. Confused you blinked. The voice had been there just five minutes ago. Why was it silent now?

“Babe? “, Bada pulled you out of your thoughts again.

You met her gentle eyes, her beautiful face, her beautiful soul behind all that. Your heart felt oddly light all of a sudden.

“Okay.”

[hrts4hanniehae]

clutch || four

there are written parts :)

note that the timeline or educations may not add up but just ignore it because i don't have the brain power to sync up THIRTEEN + 1 's education schedules

also!!!! the story begins in the christmas period of 2022!!!! IF THERE ARE YEAR ERRORS IM SO SORRY!!!! i legit can't change it omfg

wonwoo did not expect to be hosting a new year countdown party. but here his 12 friends, plus yn were, singing karaoke and drinking soju and beer. when he had gotten home to discuss his predicament, unexpectedly his friends had all shown up too. but worry and stress soon turned into drunk karaoke. great.

"wait yn aren't you going to sing?" - hoshi

"give me a moment my head is spinning..." - yn

he sighed. "yn if you vomit on my carpet you will have to start paying extra rent."

"i'm sorry. i won't vomit." - yn

"dk sing more..." - seungkwan

"sorry i can't. i've got a performance tomorrow and i don't want to lose my voice." - seokmin

he watched as yn picked up the mic and changed the song to Iris by the goo goo dolls.

"oh this is her song." - minghao

"will she cry or be angry?" - jun

"her song?" - dino

"she sings this either when drunk or when super angry or both." - minghao

"why didn't you copyright your logo to begin with?" - yn

"i just threw together pictures and made it a logo. i didn't think it needed to be copyrighted." - wonwoo

she was sitting in his gaming chair while reading the email sent to him.

"there's nothing you can do about this. but i can make you a new one." - yn

"really?" - wonwoo

"if you're not picky, i can have it done is about 10 minutes." - yn

"i just want a cat logo. i'm not picky. thank you so much, yn." - wonwoo

(yes i pulled this out of my ass at 1 am in the morning do not come for me.)

"thanks yn. i owe you." - wonwoo

"anytime, wonwoo." - yn

as she leaves his room, wonwoo felt a sense of... unease. why?

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ💓ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ badum.

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

synopsis: wonwoo is a popular streamer known for his incredible gaming skills and good looks. He turned heads. but he hates the attention. he just wants to play games and earn money. one day he receives a letter. his apartment’s rent has almost doubled. no warnings at all. his current paycheck from streaming can’t shoulder those bills. he has no choice but to rent out his spare room. to who? a fresh art university graduate who has… 1. a stable job ✅ 2. talent for art and sculpting ✅ 3. many friends ❌ 4. social anxiety ✅ 5. no filter ✅ when his iconic cat logo gets copystriked, she comes to the rescue with a new logo for him. when his apartment’s walls start peeling, she fixes it. whatever he used to struggle with… the empty space... was now filled by her. so what does he *last player standing* do when her ex *enemy spotted* tries to take her back? heh. *clutch* he clutches.

inspired by wonwoo's gam3bo1 streams, falling into your smile & gogo squid (has hints of valorant)

pairing: streamer!jeon wonwoo x fem!artist!reader (ft. jeongcheol, soonhoon, junhao, seoksoo, verkwan)

genre: fluff, comfort, slowburn, comfort, pining, bestfriend!minghao

warnings: stalker ex, toxic ex, mentions of abuse, guns (game), cursing, hate comments, panic attacks

started: 28.12.23

ended: ?

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[morwap]

𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇. 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇, 𝐁𝐎𝐘

➸ vampire!eddie munson x fem!reader

➸ STRANGER THINGS S4 V1&2 SPOILERS

➸ smut, angst | A/N: i don’t know much about dnd or kas, but this is based off kas theory BUT do not come at me for not getting the kas shit right or whatever bc this is my own version and y’all are gonna get what you get and DONT throw a fit😋🫶 also vecna earthquake has happened but the upside down is slowly leaking into hawkins its not rapid like the end of season 4 anyways hot horny vamp!eddie

➸ nav • e.m m.list

dom!eddie, sub!reader, p in v, “character death”, depression, blood/blood sucking, biting (eddie cant turn you bc i said so), oral f! & m!receiving , praise, pain kink,, “cunt”, pet names, choking, creampie

♡ ───────✧ 𓆩♡𓆪 ✧─────── ♡

four months, four fucking months of sleeping with eddies extra hellfire shirt and wearing his pick necklace constantly.

hawkins school had simply passed everyone, you graduated officially without eddie and without a celebration since everyone was helping gather things and rebuild things from the earthquake. just the piece of paper that meant fucking nothing to you while you knew this was what eddie was working so hard for, all this year, wanting to graduate with you, by your side.

you couldnt even look in wayne’s direction at first, knowing he loved eddie just as much then you figured it was better to comfort him and honestly you were surprised when you went to talk to him and all he did was hug you, squeezing the breath out of you and sobbing into your shoulder. you heard him mumbled that he had some things he wanted you to have.

at this point your tears had ran out, feeling like you couldn’t cry anymore and it was just numb. not bothering to get out of bed or even answer the phone when steve, nancy or dustin tried to call, the only thing you could do was close your eyes and replay that terrible day.

the way eddie kissed your forehead before ushering you up the makeshift rope before cutting it, the way you and dustin both screamed for him to not do this. tears streaming down your face as you watched him run out the trailer. your shoulder still gets some pain from you landed on the ground without the crash pad, chasing after him with dustin close behind. both of you screaming eddies name then seeing the swarm of demobats.

chest burning and shoulder in pain as you ran as fast as you could to him, seeing the demobats fall to the ground and not even knowing what happened for them to do that unless they had gotten to vecna but that couldnt even cross your mind at that point. literally no one crossed your mind other than eddie.

getting onto the ground immediately, scuffing up your knees as you did so. dustin was at your side almost immediately. crying and trying to get eddie’s head in your lap without hurting him.

the rest was a blur, you remembered him talking and you responding while it felt like your hearing had gone muffled.

you remembered having to leave him there, dustin tell you that you both needed to go and that they did it but something else happened, something bad. dustin basically had to drag you to the trailer to leave and regroup with steve, nancy and robin.

steve tried to comfort you but nancy had stopped him, shaking her head ‘no’ and telling him to try later.

you forced yourself to help gather things for the things they were doing for people that need help from the earthquake. knowing if eddie was here he would want to help and would want you to help.

when steve saw you dropping things off he asked you to follow him to his car, needing to give you something.

almost breaking down in tears as he got out eddies vest from his trunk, giving it to you and hugging you.

since then you’ve barely left the house, either sleeping all day and night or staying up all hours and fighting sleep since sometimes you’d dream of him. sitting in the shower for hours until your mom was knocking at the door and asking “are you okay in there?” and still denying phone calls. you havent even seen max at the hospital yet, which made you upset and curse yourself for being a bad friends but it was dreadful to even think about leaving your house.

-

you moved around in your bed, flipping from one side to the other. you had been trying to sleep for hours now, finding yourself not tired at all once your head hit your pillow. it was well past 12 am and your mother had gone to your aunts house to help her do somethings which left you alone in the house.

something felt off, knowing no one was in the house but you still felt like you were being watched. you clicked on your lamp before sitting up in your bed, pulling the blanket off you and putting your feet on the cold hard wood.

shivering as you looked around your room, expecting something to be there but, it was empty. getting up and heading out if your room, going all the way down to your kitchen slowly.

you took a look around, the feeling of being watched never left you—if anything it felt like it was getting more intense. you grabbed a yogurt out of the fridge and a spoon and sat at your dinning table.

eating the yogurt quickly, wanting to be back up in your room as fast as you could and be surrounded by the comfort of your blanket and probably now cold sheets. you tossed the empty yogurt cup into the trash by the back door, taking a peek through the thin curtain that dangled in front of the small square window.

almost expecting something to be looking back at you or at least just something be there but, there was nothing, just pitch black and a lonely street light that flickered like crazy and barely casted any light. sniffling as you moved the curtain back to how it was before and tossing the spoon into the sink, cringing the loud clinking it made against the side of the sink and a glass cup.

you went back to the door and made sure the door was locked, thankfully it was and then going to the front door and checking it as well.

a little squeak came from upstairs, furrowing your brows, you had never thought of the windows or maybe it was just the house settling and if anything it would be dustin or steve and robin just checking up on you or something…right?

calming yourself down and starting to walk up the stairs, you didn’t hear any talking if it was steve and robin so you ruled out the noise being your friends because even dustin would talk to himself if it was him.

your nerves settled when you saw no one in your room, and you came to the conclusion that it was most likely the house settling. getting back into bed and pulling your blanket over you, it was colder than you remember.

you turned and took in a shaky breath, your window was open, fully open and the curtains you had were blowing in the wind. shooting up in your bed and scrambling to your window to shut it.

slamming it down and moving the lock, hearing another noise as you laid back down and pulled your blanket over your head. squeezing your eyes shut as you heard another noise, now it dawned on you that if something did come in you had shut and locked and exit point.

feeling the mattress dip next to you, hoping whatever it was would just go away. a hand pressed against your thigh.

“i didn’t mean to scare you princess”

your breathing stopped, it sounded like eddie. exactly like eddie.

the blanket was slowly being taken off you, you forced yourself to open your eyes and look at whatever was speaking to you.

it was eddie but something was off.

your lamp gave a decent amount of light, enough that you could see him. your eyes looking into his, his brown eyes now had a red tint to them and his skin was more pale.

“eddie?” you asked in a choked whisper.

eddie’s red stained lips curved into a smile, you looked at his teeth and furrowed your brows. were those fangs?

“the one and only” eddie quipped, he watched as your eyes became glossy.

you wrapped your arms around him quickly making him gasp a bit from the sudden movements. your face in his neck and hands fisting his leather jacket.

“m’sorry! m’so sorry, i didn’t wanna leave you there” you cried, gripping onto him tighter as his hand came to rub your back and he hushed you in soft voice.

eddie took in your scent, god you smelled good. it was overwhelming and made him go fuzzy.

“don’t worry about it sweetheart, all that matters is that i’m right here” eddie whispered, pulling you from him and taking his thumbs and wiping the tears from your cheeks and under eyes.

eddie brought his lips to yours, a soft kiss at first but quickly turning rough, your arms wrapped around his neck as his tongue slipped into your mouth. his body pushing your back down to your mattress and moving between your thighs.

“i missed you so much baby” eddie mumbled into the kiss, you whined against him as if saying you missed him too.

you gripped at his leather jacket, trying to push it off him and eddie helped take it off. tossing it onto your bedroom floor, you noticed his shirt wasn’t his hellfire shirt instead it was just a black tshirt.

your hands went to his hair, you could feel him grow hard against you. eddie lifted up, yanking off his tshirt and tossing it beside his jacket, your eyes locked on the faded scars on his sides. eddie leaned back down and kissing you softly before moving down to your chest.

kissing your skin and moving down lower and lower, lifting your shirt so he could kiss down your stomach. you left a bit embarrassed that you were horny just when your boyfriend comes and you should be doing something wholesome and probably crying more but eddie seemed like he wanted this just as much as you did.

you grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it up and over your head, eddie was already at the elastic of your shorts.

“eddie i want you-” you whined, sitting up on your elbows and looking down at him.

“and you’ll get me, i’m gonna taste you first. its been too long” eddie said sternly, cutting off your whining. he looked up at you and you couldn’t help but wonder about the red eyes.

the red eyes, pale and fucking fangs…god you would sound fucking crazy if you said it out loud, actually maybe you wouldn’t just four months ago you were in a different dimension fighting a demobats and vecna and hearing all the stories about some girl eleven and robin, steve, dustin and erica’s starcourt shit so maybe a vampire wasn’t something too out of the ordinary.

your shorts were being slipped off of you, along with your panties. his lips on your inner thigh, leaving sloppy kisses along your thigh.

“this might hurt a little bit” eddie muttered against your thigh. you bit your lip and took a deep breath, this wasn’t the first time you two had done things with pain involved but you were a little nervous.

you felt his teeth against your skin, feeling fangs start to puncture your skin. your hands fisted your sheets and your eyes squeezed shut. a soft moan slipped from your lips.

eddie let go of your thigh, licking the blood that leaked form the puncture wounds and humming in delight.

“tastes so fuckin’ good” eddie groaned, moving to your other thigh and biting again. you let out a whimper and your hand moved to his hair.

it felt good in a odd way. you hummed as he licked up the mess he was making and a gasp came as his tongue went from your thigh to your cunt.

eddie licked a stripe up your cunt before pushing tongue through your folds, one of his hand moving up to your boob.

his tongue lapping at your clit, you fought the urge to close your legs around his head.

“just like that eds” you mewled, back arching as he sucked and licked your clit. eddies fingers played with your nipple.

it was embarrassing how close you were already, but not having him or even masturbating was too blame.

“m’gonna cum, m’gonna fucking cum eddie” you moaned loudly, your legs closing around his head. your cunt clenching around nothing and you rocked your hips on his face. hearing him hum as he continued what he was doing.

your mouth stayed agape as you came, gripping his hair and trying to get him closer. moans fell from you as your rode out your high.

“off, off, its your turn” you panted, looking down at him as a he wiped his mouth the back of his hand. you pushed yourself up as he got up and off your bed.

eddie started unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants and getting them off as fast as he can, your lips went to his neck, sucking on his skin hoping to leave as many marks as you could.

you kissed down his body till you got to his cock, taking his shaft in your hand as you licking up to his tip.

“oh fuck, it has been too long, no wonder you came so fast” eddie teased, you smacked his thigh with your free hand causing eddie to laugh.

wrapping your lips around his tip and moving your tongue on him, hollowing your cheeks and sucking on his tip before taking him all the way in your mouth.

hearing eddie groan, his head going back as his hand went to the back of your head.

moving your mouth up and down on his cock, taking him to the back of your throat and fighting the urge to gag.

fuck you missed his cock in your mouth, your cunt was getting wetter and wetter by the second and you were waiting for him to start fucking your throat.

it was almost like he started reading your mind because, his hand held your head still and he started to thrust into your mouth. the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat over and over.

you looked up at him and he moaned loudly, cussing under his breath. you breathed through your nose and let him fuck your mouth.

“doin’ so fucking good f’me baby, so proud of you” eddie praised, spit dripped down your chin as you hummed around his cock.

“just breath baby, almost there then im gonna fill your fucking cunt” eddie said in a breathy moan, feeling eddies cock throb in your mouth. you moved your hand to his balls, massaging them and letting your eyes close.

after a few minutes eddie stilled, his cock down your throat as you breathed and waited for his cum to shoot down.

cumming into your mouth as his thighs tensed, you swallowed around him and opened your eyes to look up at him.

eddie’s hair was messy, bangs sticking to his forehead. he pulled his cock out of your mouth, his thumb wiping spit from your chin.

“perfect fucking cock sucker” eddie whispered, grabbing your jaw and bringing his mouth to yours.

your thighs we’re sore and you whimpered into the kiss, eddie guided you to lay down and he hovered over you. you wrapped your legs around his waist and winced at the contact on the wounds.

eddie’s hard on pressed against your stomach, “please eddie” you begged in the kiss.

eddie broke the kiss and leaned back, “only because you asked so nicely” he teased. eddie slid himself between your folds, making sure to graze your clit over and over before bringing his tip to your entrance.

you moaned as he pushed into you, stretching you out just like you remembered. eddie was moaning too, relishing in how you clenched around him.

“fuck, you’re so tight” eddie mewled, finally all the way inside you and watching you squirm underneath him.

eddie’s head rested in the crook of your neck as he started to thrust in and out of you, making sure to brush against your clit with his pubic bone. your nails dug into his back, clawing it up without any thought.

you felt eddie’s fangs brush against your neck, feeling his tongue lick where he was about to bite as you prepared yourself for the pain that was about to come.

a squeak came from you, your nails digging deeper into his skin and cunt squeezing him cock as he bit into your neck, hearing him moan as his fangs were in your neck. eddie’s pace never slowed, it was actually gradually getting faster.

“you feel so good” you whimpered, eddie let go of your neck, licking up the blood that poured out.

eddie’s hand grabbed your throat, squeezing a bit as you moaned loudly. eddie was panting loudly.

“i love you” you choked out, one hand leaving his back to grip his wrist. your cunt clenched around him, spasming as you got closer and closer to your climax.

“i love you so much” eddie groaned, feeling that you were close.

“cum- i know you’re close, fucking cum for me” eddie ordered, his hips hitting harshly against you. your eyes squeezed shut as you focused on cumming.

your legs tightened around his waist and your mouth made an o shape, your brows furrowing together as you came around his cock, ragged breaths and moans coming from you as he continued to pound your cunt.

eddie’s hand still around your throat tightening as your orgasm triggered his, your cunt squeezing him so tight it made it hard to keep thrusting.

his cum painting your walls, after a few thrusts, his hand easing around your neck as you took in deep breaths.

both of you panting and resting against each other. you rubbed his back trying to ease the scratches, if he could even feel them.

eddie pulled out of you and got up, he grabbed his shirt and came back to clean you up. you smiled at him.

after you both were cleaned up enough eddie threw his shirt back to the ground and crawled in bed with you.

eddie laid on his back and pulled you to him, snuggling into his side and holding him tight. you weren’t gonna let him go anywhere.

“i missed you so much” you mumbled into his side, closing your eyes and tangling your legs with his. eddie’s finger was drawing shapes on your skin, he smiled and mumbled “i know, i missed you too..”

[dotster001]

Enemies to Lovers:Epilogue

Summary: Years have passed since you woke up Vil. And now....

A/N: stay tuned to the end to see a preview of the next fic I'll be writing for my coworker. She's a Leona, Floyd, and Jamil simp, and it's probably time to be nice to her 😂 let me know if you'd like to be on that tag list. It's a Jamil x reader series.

Chapters: One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten

You looked in the mirror as Rook finished your makeup. Vil had made him practice the style twice a day, every day for a month to make sure he could do it perfectly. Of course Vil was a minor groomzilla. It only made sense, and you should have realized after how perfect his proposal had been.

You had gone to visit Epel and Deuce in Harveston. On the second day of the trip, you and Vil went out for a walk in the apple orchard. The apple blossoms had just come into bloom, and the smells filling the air were straight from heaven.

Suddenly, a soft breeze distracted you, as it caused the apple blossoms to fall off the trees and circle yourself and Vil….who was on one knee in front of you.

With the finishing touches done on your look, Rook signaled to the people in the chapel that you were ready. He escorted you to the door, where you waited.

Then he emerged. A bright smile on his face as he looked at you with total adoration. Rook pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, before giving your hand to Vil. He repeated the kiss on Vil's cheek, and then the music began.

Vil had insisted you walk out together, as equals. You couldn't help but be suspicious that he did this for dramatic effect, but in theory, you couldn't argue much with his reasoning.

As you walked down the aisle, you did your best to ignore the cameras. Vil was too kind to his fans to completely remove them from his wedding, so it was being live streamed. 

"You look radiant, my apple blossom," Vil leaned in and whispered to you. "I know Rook promised he wouldn't cry, but with how beautiful we both look, it's impossible for him to keep that promise."

You playfully rolled your eyes, but couldn't hold back your giggle. Bless Vil. You knew he saw your anxiety over the cameras, and wanted to make it easier. It was moments like these you were happy you said yes.

You made eye contact with Crewel, who was asked to officiate the wedding for you. He was another one who'd promised not to cry. Yet he and Rook had both already cried when they were told of the engagement.

Rook and Crewel had stared at you with wide eyes, their coffee's going cold as they watched the two people they loved the most tell them that they were marrying each other. Rook broke the silence first.

"J'aurais pu être une mouche sur le mur quand le plus beau des Vil a professé sa dévotion éternelle à sa précieuse fleur!" Rook said, clutching onto both Vil and you, and sobbing.

Before you could ask what the fuck any of that meant, Crewel started crying as well.

"My beloved pups are all grown up, and have realized that the only ones worthy of them were each other!"

Once the sobbing stopped, both of them pulled out notebooks full of designs that they had apparently been holding onto since your graduation.

You finished the walk up to the aisle, and joined hands. The wedding went on as normal until…

"If there are any objections, speak now or forever hold your peace."

Floyd instantly stood up. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Vil's jaw clench. But it had been years since Floyd had confessed to you, and you knew he had a secret partner, so whatever was about to happen, was probably just to add some chaos.

"You promise you'll never hurt my Shrimpy, right Betta fish?" He said with a glare he reserved for those who had gone back on deals.

"Floyd, if at this point you truly think I would ever hurt Y/N, then you are a fool," Vil said with an eye roll.

Floyd grinned, "Ha ha, I know. But I was getting bored."

Azul yanked Floyd back in his seat as Jade laughed next to him.

Crewel heaved a sigh, and continued, "Then by the powers vested in me, I pronounce you Mr. and Mx. Schoenheit-L/N. You may kiss the…"

He didn't even finish before Vil's lips were on yours, his hands cradling your face like it was the most precious thing he'd ever beheld.

When he pulled away, you were barely able to process the applause as you stared into his violet eyes, and happily realized that this was just the beginning of a beautiful lifetime.

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"Sure there is," you said scooching so half of your chair was empty. "You can join me." You patted the empty part of your chair, and he begrudgingly took it.

"Good call dude," Ace said through a mouthful of food, "Once they get here they'd have made that decision for you."

"They?" Jamil asked.

"That's my seat," he heard a low growl behind him, and turned to see Leona looking annoyed.

"Pardon?" Jamil asked.

"It's my turn for that seat," Leona said, looking, annoyed, between the two of you.

[smaptain-smerica]

Female Reader x Rooster

Time: Post-Top gun: Maverick

Y/n Blackwood - L/n, daughter of Charlotte "Charlie" Blackwood. Y/n took a strong interest in planes from a young age. Knowing her father was an esteemed pilot drew her even further into the navy. Quickly, she became one of the best solo pilots and graduating at the top of her class at Top Gun.

Her next mission? Return to Top Gun, Face certain death, romantic interests, and finally, her thought-to-be-dead, father.

This book contains strong language and sexual content that may be sensitive readers under the age of 18

This story was originally posted on Wattpad, follow me on there for faster updates. I have published a non-binary version of this story published there for those who do not identify as female or use she/her pronouns. It will follow the exact same story line. Link to Wattpad Account Link to the Non-Binary version

Master list

Vodka Cran

I was first to reach the door, although it had opened before Bradley and I even got to it. We stopped in our tracks watching a very large man getting pushed out the doors. He was angry, unwilling to exit the doors as he grabbed the door frame.

I felt Bradley grab my arm and pull us over to the side. I got pushed behind him in a protective manner.

The angry man finally flipped around to face his victim, practically frothing at the mouth as he reared back his hand. I finally got a good look at the person pushing him only moments before his face was connected to the angry man's fist.

"Jake!" I gasped in shock, watching him stumble back into the bar holding onto his eye. Bradley managed to tackle the guy to the ground in the follow through while he wasn't looking. He had the man face down on the ground and grabbed his arm, twisting it behind his back. "Stay down!" He ordered in an angry yell I had never heard come from him before. Honestly, I jumped hearing it.

I quickly moved to be at Hangman's side, taking his arm so he knew somebody was there while he held his eye tightly. He hissed in pain as his eyes watered heavily. "Did someone call the police?" I yelled into the room. The crowd of people was rather small, as it was just after 7 on a Wednesday night. There were only a few locals and a few of the pilots from Top Gun.

Phoenix snapped to get my attention, pointing to her phone. I understood what she was trying to tell me and I nodded. "Coyote stay with Rooster and make sure that guy doesn't move. Somebody get me something frozen!"

I barked orders at my friends as I began to guide hangman over to the bar to sit down. He gripped my shoulder, allowing me to take him to the bar and I guided him to a seat. "Move your hand, let me see."

Hangman removed his hand from his face, squinting his eye closed from the pain. Tears streamed down his face, predominantly through the left eye that was injured. He wasn't crying, he made that very clear. The area where he got hit was just very sensitive.

"Close your right eye and try to open your left eye and look at my hand." I held my hand back behind me, holding up two fingers.

Hangman opened his injured eye wide for a moment to look at my hand and then closed it quickly. "2." He groaned, holding his eyes.

"Good. Hopefully you'll be okay. You're lucky your high cheekbones took most of the hit."while I was talking Someone had returned with a ziplock bag full of ice and handed it to me. I brought it up to Hangman's eye, allowing him to take the bag from me and hold it more comfortably.

"Shut up." Hangman smirked a little bit at me, signifying to me that he was grateful for me trying to lighten the mood. Penny rushed over to us from the back room with complete concern on her face.

"Are you okay?" She asked Hangman, putting a hand on his shoulder. Hangman looked over at her and smiled. "Yes ma'am, I'm fine."

"Penny what happened?" I asked, turning my attention to the dark haired woman.

Penny sighed, biting her lip while thinking about the situation. "This guys been here since the moment I opened. He had drank a lot. Then a few of Pete's students showed up and he said something about the navy so I rang the bell and he didn't like that and tried to come over the bar..."

Penny began to hyperventilate, clearly stressed by the scary situation that she had been in. "Hey, it's okay." I grabbed her hand to try and comfort her. Penny gripped my hand tightly, breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth to calm herself down.

"Is Pete coming?"

"Yeah I called him a second ago."

"Good." I nodded. I didn't know what else to say to her after that. I had only met the woman once, I didn't know how to comfort her. I did know hangman, and I was concerned about him. I was also worried about Bradley. Surely that man couldn't have taken both him and coyote out by himself.

Within minutes, Pete flew through the doors. I hadn't seen him look so worried or concerned before. He immediately flew to Penny, wrapping her in a tight hug. I couldn't help but begin to feel jealous. That could have been him and my mom, we could have been a family. I realize it wasn't his fault, he didn't know. It still hurt to think about.

"Are you jealous of Penny and Mav?" I looked up to see hangman smirking at me, then looking back at the couple hugging and then back at me. He raised one eyebrow, the ice bag still on his eye.

"You don't know what you're talking about." I grumbled. "I still hate you, by the way." I added

I heard him chuckle and looked up to see Hangman shaking his head back and forth. "Thank you for helping me." He said sincerely. This brought a small smirk of a smile to my face at his random act of generosity.

"You're welcome." I muttered.

The door for the bar rang and my head snapped in that direction. In walked Bradley with coyote on his tail. "The police took him to the station." He announced. The room exhaled in relief. Bradley walked over to where Hangman and I sat, putting a hand on either of our shoulders.

"You okay, Seresin?" Bradley asked, looking to his companion. Jake nodded with a tight lipped smile. "Just definitely going to get a black eye." Hangman chuckled half-heartedly.

"Someone beat me to it." I joked, earning a hearty laugh from both of the boys.

The rest of the night was pretty uneventful. Penny shut down the bar, only allowing Pete and the fellow Top Gun students to stay and have a few drinks (which she had given to us for free). Rightfully so, I would be terrified if that happened to me.

I think the presence of the younger pilots lifted penny's spirits. By the end of the night she was smiling and laughing. Much improved from her previous startled state.

I hadn't talked to Bradley much since we had gotten there. I mostly spent time with Phoenix. I adored her. She is as beautiful on the inside as she is on the outside. I knew we would become friends very quickly.

It was about 10 pm now and I was finally approached by Bradley. He pulled me aside, looking slightly embarrassed. I could smell the beer on his breath.

"This is super embarrassing, but I don't think I should be driving home. If you're ready to go would you mind..." his feet shuffled and he put a hand behind his head, rubbing his neck. A red flush washed over his face as he spoke.

"I don't mind. Let's go."

He seemed relieved, thanking me while handing me the keys to the Bronco. I held my hand out of the open frame of the car, taking in the cool breeze of the evening while listening to the directions Bradley gave me to his home that was nearby the naval academy.

I looked over at Bradley, catching him looking at me. He didn't shy away, he kept a steady eye contact with me while giving me a toothless smile. I returned the smile back to him and then turning my attention to the road.

We pulled up to Bradley's house, and I put the car in park in the driveway. The house was small, probably the cheapest beachfront house that someone can get. But when living alone, I guess you don't need more than than.

"Thank you I appreciate it." Bradley sighed, taking a long breath of the fresh evening air. "You can take my car back to base, I'll grab it tomorrow somehow."

"Okay, sounds good."

Bradley nodded and popped the door open, stepping out of the vehicle. I bit my lip in thought. I specifically thought of what he said earlier, recognizing my name from letters. I wanted to know what they said. I had never found any letters between my mother and anybody.

"Rooster wait!" I called to him. He stopped when he was almost to the door, turning around and watching me turn the car off and walk quickly up to the door. He looked down at me expectingly.

"Can I see the letters? From my mom?" I asked, my voice suddenly feeling small and weak while talking about a vulnerable topic.

"Of course." He smiled warmly down at me and opened the door, allowing me to step inside before him. The concept of the house was very open. The entryway was a hallway with a door on either side. The kitchen and living room were one spacious and continuous area. What was the most astonishing was the view. The entire back wall was ceiling to floor windows overlooking the ocean. I noticed a built in fire pit on the back stones patio.

"Take a seat." Bradley encouraged me. He slipped away into the hallway, going into the door that was on the right of the hall. He left the door open and I could see a bed with a few ruffled blankets on it. I assumed that was his bedroom.

He came back out and handed me an old trapper keeper of that was closed off. "I think that's all of them."

"Thank you." I said quietly, sliding my fingers along the worn leather. I moved to the button, taking the string off from around the button and opening the flap. I used my fingers to flip through the delicate pieces of paper.

"So uh, do you want a drink?" Bradley asked, seeming awkward once again.

"Yeah, I would actually."

Bradley nodded with a quick smile before slipping into the kitchen. I pulled out a letter from the middle, recognizing her handwriting. I felt it pull at my heart strings as tears began to come to my eyes. I smiled at the end as my mother gushed about how perfect I was. I noticed the date, it was 3 months after my birthday. She kept saying how excited she was for our future together.

I pulled out another one, the date close to the time I had graduated from high school.

It's official. y/n has graduated from high school. She leaves for the Navy in a few weeks. As supportive as I want to be I can't help but be terrified. She is every bit her fathers daughter. I fear she will meet Pete sooner than I would like...

I subconsciously sniffled my nose while reading over the rest of the letter. I flipped the paper over after noticing a stapled piece of cardboard stock paper on the back. It was one of my graduation pictures, the ones that get sent out to relatives.

I felt the couch sink beside me, Bradley holding two whiskey glasses in his hand. He offered one to me as I raised an eyebrow at what he was giving me. "I made you a vodka cran."

I raised an eyebrow at him, taking the drink slowly. "I thought you meant something like water."

Bradley laughed and shook his head. "Mav told me there's no early training tomorrow. We're going to be doing something in the evening instead."

"So you made me a vodka cran?"

"Hey it's all i had! I'll take it back if you don't want it." Bradley began to take the drink away from me but I quickly grabbed at it. "Hey now." I warned him, taking a long sip of the mixed drink.

We looked through the letters together. Bradley was able to pick out some of the letters that stood out the most to him, significant things about my childhood or confessions about mothers relationship with Pete that could possibly give me some more information about my paternity.

Two, three, four mixed drinks later we had given up on the letters, spending a lot of time talking and laughing. He told me the story of the great balls of fire song and how his dad would sing it to him when he was little. He then tried to impress me by playing the piano, drunkenly hitting wrong keys and muttering "oops." Every single time. This only made us laugh harder.

I had my head thrown back on the couch, laughing heartily as Bradley slammed his fingers on the keys in frustration. "I give up!" He laughed, getting up and fumbling his way over to me on the couch.

He plopped down next to me, his head tossed back as he laughed along with me. We both had our heads resting on the back of the couch as we looked over at each other. "Great balls of fire." I said, humming a laugh while looking into his deep brown eyes.

"Great balls of fire." He he said in what sounded like an agreeing tone. I could feel my heart beating out of my chest as we sat closer to each other than before. He looked down at my lips and then back up to my eyes.

I held my breath as I heard my heartbeat echo in my head. Bradley reached over to me, tucking a piece of my hair behind my ear. His hand lingered, fingers grazing over my skin giving me goosebumps.

Bradley shifted his position to where he was now propped up, almost looming over me. His hand found a more secure hold on the side of my face. I knew exactly what was about to happen, but my body wouldn't move. I was frozen in one spot, staring up at his beautiful features.

When his lips met mine, my body was released from its frozen state. It started off as one kiss, Bradley pulling back to look at me as if to ensure that it was okay. I reciprocated the kiss by pushing my head back up towards his and closing the gap. His mustache tickled my upper lip but his lips were soft, well taken care of.

I felt electricity flow through me but I honestly couldn't tell if it was the alcohol or the intoxicating kiss. Either way, it was euphoric. My hands rested at the base of his neck, my thumbs slowly stroking his jawline that was sprinkled with stubble trying to grow back. His hand on the side of my face entangled parts of my hair and was used as a guide to encourage me.

I wasn't sure what this meant. I wasn't in the clearest headspace to think about it right now. That was a problem for future me. But now, in this moment, I felt like I could go on forever.

Next Chapter

[lilminchii]

It's all alright, R.C

We meet again Part 2

“Y/n!” Sarah squealed before quickly wrapping her arms around me. “Hey Sarah,” I giggled, hugging her back, as she beamed with excitement. “We haven’t talked in forever, I swear after you and Rafe stop-” She paused randomly, with a guilty look on her face. “What?” I ask with a puzzled expression. “Yeah, what Sarah?” Rafe asks from behind me, I quickly turn around, causing me to trip over my feet. “Fuck,” I muttered, as he grabbed me, before spinning me back around, to face Sarah. “I suggest you don’t continue that sentence.” He says sternly glaring at Sarah before he looks at me as his gaze softens. “I’ll see you later, yeah?” He mutters, quickly placing a kiss on my forehead before rushing off. I turn to face Sarah, who was visibly puzzled and shocked by Rafe and I's short-lived exchange. " We made up," I smiled shyly and told her. She let out a happy shriek before engulfing me once more. " Do you plan on visiting us more often? She asks giddily, and I nod in agreement. "Of course, I also plan on staying here for the time being." She smiles brighter, as I tell her with a grin. "Come eat, kids!" Rose calls out. As Sarah and I reach the dinner table.

 As the parents chatted about how well their children were doing, I sat down between Rafe and Sarah. "So, I heard you graduated from college, Y/n. What are you planning on doing now?" Ward politely enquires. "Yeah, I did. For the time being, I'm going to try and find a job here." I smile at him, and he does the same. "She was offered a wonderful opportunity there, but she chose to turn it down to come back here. My dad glares at me while speaking through clenched teeth. "Don't worry, honey, I'm sure you'll find a great job here." Rose kindly reassures me. I fumble with my hands under the table, oblivious to the fact that Rafe was watching me. He gently took my hand and intertwined our fingers together. “You don’t have to lie to her, Rose, we all know she made the wrong decision by coming back here.” He spits, I could feel my eyes burn with tears, at his harsh words. I mumbled, "Excuse me," and then hurried to the bathroom upstairs. 

Rafe

"She's just making a scene, don't worry about her," Her father sighs. "I actually don't-" I started, but Rose interrupted me. "Rafe, why don't you go up and check on her, honey?" She offers while faking a smile at her father. I rise from my chair and nod before heading to the guest bathroom. Before knocking on the bathroom door. "Y/n, it's Rafe," I said. Though I could hear her voice, I hardly understood a word she was saying. "Can I come in?" I question. I soon hear the door lock click, before she slowly opens the door slowly, while looking down at the floor. I carefully grab her face with both of my hands and wipe away the tears that were streaming down her face. I frown at her as I embrace her tightly. We just stood there in each other's embrace because, as I remembered, she didn't like talking about her problems when she was upset; instead, she preferred physical touch. " Rafe, I can't go back there. I hated that place." She breaks the quietness. " You don't have to, Y/n," I murmur while giving her back a comforting rub. " I don't want to let him down". She began crying softly as her arms tightened around my torso. "Y/n, I know you won't let him down. He's only angry because you didn't do what he wanted. He's going to be proud when you show him how successful you can be. And we both know you're going to be successful, so don't second-guess yourself, alright?” I tell her in an attempt to comfort her. She buries her head deeper into my chest. "I really missed you, Rafe." I frown at her words. “I’m sorry, I can’t describe how much I’ve missed you Y/n.” I place a kiss on her hair.

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Summary: After the sudden death of Gilbert’s parents, he became his little sisters legal guardian and also Sarah’s Doctor. This is about how Gilbert handles taking care of his little sister who has anxiety and their journey on how they move in after there parents death. Anne is with them every step of the way. They eventually get married of course.

Please let me know what you guys think of my story. I always thought Gilbert would be a great big brother. Especially to a little sister. Also, I’m thinking this story is taking place after the second movie, Anne Of Avonlea. If you like the first chapter and want more, I’ll post chapter 2. You guys just tell me!

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Chapter 1

Gilbert Blythe was holding his youngest and only sister Sarah at their parents funeral. He had just graduated medical school and he was suppose to be celebrating with his family and friends. But instead, he was watching his parents get buried.

Reverend Allen was saying a prayer as a few of Gilbert’s father dearest friends were lowering the coffin into the gravesite. They had asked Gilbert if he wanted to help to, but he has said no. He needed to be with Sarah, and Anne. Gilbert’s long time girlfriend.

Gilbert took a deep shaky breath, trying to calm down. He wasn’t ready to take on the task of raising his sister. Not as a parental guardian. He was loving his role as a big brother. Now, not only is he a big brother, he was also her guardian and on top of that, Sarah’s Doctor.

Once their fathers coffin was lowered into the ground, Gilbert whispered to a whimpering Sarah “ They just lowered papas coffin into the gravesite sweetheart. They are getting ready to do momma next.”

Gilbert felt the tiny arms around him tighten. Sarah has been having a hard time since their parents died. It wasn’t fair. Gilbert had his parents for 22 years. Sarah only had them for 8 short years. Not long enough. Life was cruel, Gilbert thought.

Once they finally lowered their fathers coffin, their parents friends went over to their mothers next. Reverend Allen said another prayer for their mother and silent tears were streaming down Gilbert’s eyes. He quickly whipped them away with his free hand.

Gilbert took a peek at Anne to see how she was holding up. She was crying softly to. His parents had basically adopted Anne as their own daughter. They loved her dearly and loved how Anne loved Sarah as her own sister.

“It’s okay to cry Anne-girl. Papa and momma loved you to like their own daughter. I know it hurts, come here.” Gilbert said softly.

Gilbert opened his free arm and Anne gladly accepted the invitation. He pulled Anne close to him. He could feel Anne’s body shaking as she was crying.

Gilbert didn’t hear much of the prayer the Reverend was saying before they lowered his mother. He was focusing on Sarah and Anne.

Gilbert did notice that they were lowering the coffin down into the gravesite beside his father. The Reverend said another prayer and then their parents friends started to put dirt on top of the coffins.

They can Rest In Peace together. Side by side. Gilbert thought.

Just a couple of days ago, Gilbert and Reverend Allen walked around the Blythe’s property so Gilbert can find a nice gravesite were his parents can be buried together.

Reverend Allen and Gilbert spent about a hour hour walking around the property. Gilbert had a hard time trying to decide were his parents would be buried. He wanted them birdied at home so that Sarah can visit and talk to them whenever she pleases. Reverend Allen agreed with Gilbert and thought that was a good idea. For Sarah’s sake. Anne was kind enough and invited to have Sarah over at her house at Green Gables to distract her for awhile and get her mind off of what was going on.

Anne was happy to watch Sarah. Anne and Gilbert talked about what he was going to do tomorrow and that he thought it was best if. Sarah was at home. Anne agreed.

Gilbert had finally found a place that he thought his parents would love. It was close to the house and he wouldn’t be worried about Sarah wandering to far to visit the gravesites.

The place Gilbert found was underneath a big pine tree that had shade in the afternoons and a creek was near by. If was right across from the famous Blythe’s Apple Orchard. Eventually, Gilbert wanted to make a white picket fence to go around the burial site to try and keep wild animals out from digging it up.

Gilbert was broken out of his thoughts when Anne whispered to him “Reverend Allen just got done saying a prayer for momma. They are getting ready to buddy here next.”

Gilbert took a deep breath as his parents friends were lowering the coffin into the ground. He held Sarah tight with one hand and pulled Anne closer to him with the other. Anne was quietly crying.

Anne buried her face into Gilbert’s shoulder and he hugged her with his free arm. Her body shook with sobs. Gilbert was trying to be the strong one for all three of them.

Finally, what felt like forever, both of their parents were put in their final resting spots. Side by side. Their friends started to cover the gravesite and 20 minutes later, a fresh pile of dirt lay on top of the graves.

One by one or in small groups, their friends came over to talk to Gilbert and said comforting things to Sarah. They weren’t mad or upset that if Sarah didn’t acknowledge them. Gilbert did most of the talking and he knew Sarahs anxiety was going yo start acting up. He wanted to get her inside to rest as soon as possible.

Finally, Doctor Spencer shook hands with Gilbert and told him that he was sorry he couldn’t help or save his parents. Gilbert told him it wasn’t his fault an Gilbert still looked up to Doctor Spencer a great Doctor.

“You take care of your sister Gilbert. Watch for any signs of her in case she gets sick. You know what took look for. Give her a check up once this lot leaves and have her rest for a few days. Her anxiety hasn’t been that bad while you were gone. Just the last week with everything happening to your parents. You know how to take care of her anxiety to. Your so good with her Gilbert. Be the best big brother that you can. Then worry about being a Doctor. When your ready, come by my office and we can talk.” Doctor Spencer said.

“Yes sir Doctor Spencer. You know I’ll take good care of Sarah. I plan on giving her a check up when we go in. I’ll let you know if I need help. Thank you for everything you have done for Sarah my parents.” Gilbert said.

“Good man. I’ll be by in a few days to check in on you and Sarah. See how Sarah is doing.” Doctor Spencer said.

Then Doctor Spencer made his way over to Anne. “ Keep an eye on him Anne. See that he doesn’t run himself sick or exhausted. We both know that he will. He will be focusing on Sarah and her health right know. Especially since he is a fresh out of medical school. If he doesn’t slow down, come and get me and I’ll talk to him, or have one of the twins get me. I’ll be by in a few days to check on Gilbert and Sarah.”

“I will Doctor Spencer. He is worried Sarah might catch Typhoid since she was expose to it. I pray that she doesn’t.” Anne said.

“Thank you Anne. I’ll see you in a few days. Call me if you need me sooner.” Doctor Spencer said.

With that, Doctor Spencer made his way over to his buggy and got in it. He nodded his head to Marilla and Rachel as he rode off.

Marilla and Rachel were standing in a corner somewhat close Gilbert and they were talking softly to each other.

Rachel was watching Gilbert and how he was comforting Sarah. Rubbing her back and talking softly to her. Anne was close with him to.

“Gilbert Blythe was meant to be a big brother. That’s what.” Mrs. Rachel Lynde was telling her best friend Marilla. Marilla nodded her head in agreement as she stared over at Gilbert holding his little sister Sarah.

Gilbert’s parents had died from Scarlet Fever lees then a week ago. Gilbert had just graduated from Medical School with high honors. They had a big celebration. Then a couple of days later, there parents sadly passed away.

“Do you think he will get mad or impatient with Sarah when her anxiety kicks in?” Rachel asked.

“Absolutely not. No one has more patients then Gilbert. He won’t get angry at her. That will make things worse. He will be loving, caring, patient with her. He is a Doctor and no one will understand Sarah more then Gilbert will. I’m not worried about that at all. Plus, he has Anne to help him and us.” Marilla said.

“Sarah is going to school right?” Rachel asked.

“According to Anne yes. Anne and Gilbert were talking last night and when Gilbert thinks Sarah is ready, she will start school. Gilbert is planning on her going to school not next week when it starts, but the week after. Gilbert will be her teacher at home. Anne liked that idea since Gilbert was a teacher after all. Anne will come over in the afternoons to see how they are doing in Sara’s homework that Gilbert will give her.” Marilla

Marilla felt a tug on her sleeve and looked down. It was Dora. Dora had been so quite, that Marilla forgot that Dora was even there. Marilla smiled softly at Dora.

“What is it Dora?” Marilla asked.

“Sarah won’t be starting school with us? Even though it starts next week? I was so excited to have her at school and we would share a seat together. Anne even said so.” Dora said.

Marilla couldn’t help but chuckle at Dora’s sadness.

“Sarah won’t be starting school right away as I have mentioned. Anne and Gilbert feel that Sarah will be more stressed and anxious if she goes to school right away. Since Gilbert is also Sarah’s doctor know, he has the right to keep her home from school until he feels like Sarah can handle it. Her anxiety is already high Anne said and Gilbert doesn’t need Sarah to be in anymore stress at the moment. What Sarah needs to know, Gilbert and Anne can teach her at home until they feel she is ready. Gilbert used to be a teacher and he knows exactly what Sarah needs to learn and study.” Marilla said.

Dora thought about this for moment. “Can I come over to Gilbert’s house with Anne sometimes after school? I can help Sarah go and keep her company. Give Gilbert and Anne a break for awhile.”

Marilla couldn’t help but smile at Dora. She didn’t think it was a bad idea.

“I don’t see why not. We can talk to Anne about it and then Gilbert. I think it will be good for Sarah to be around someone close to her age. I’ll speak with Anne tomorrow about it. Right know, I want her to focus on Gilbert and Sarah.” Marilla said.

Dora didn’t say anything after Marilla had explained why Sarah wasn’t going to. But, she was happy that she had agreed to let Dora go over sometimes when Gilbert or Anne gave them the okay.

Dora was hoping she would be able to take Sarah out into the famous Blythe’s Apple Orchard to pick apples and make a pie for Gilbert and Sarah. Usually, Sarah and Dora pick apples in the fall. Occasionally with Sarahs family and Gilbert if he was home. Sarah loved picking apples and she would send a box full of them to Gilbert while he was at school. Which always made Gilbert laugh.

After all the Apple picking, Dora and sometimes Anne would go over to the Blythe’s and spend the day baking apple pies. It was always a fun time for Dora.

Finally, what felt like a life time to Dora, Marilla noticed that Reverend Allen left and it was just Anne, Gilbert, and Sarah. They made there way over.

“I’m very sorry for your loss Gilbert. Your parents were very nice, respectful, hard work people. They will be missed dearly.” Marilla said softly.

“Thank you Marilla. We will miss them and it breaks my heart Sarah has only had 8 years with them when I had longer years. At least she got to experience there love and kindness.” Gilbert said softly.

Rachel and Marilla nodded there head in agreement.

“How did Sarah do last night?” Rachel asked.

“Not very good I’m afraid. She was crying and asking for our parents. Her anxiety kicked in about midnight and she threw up a few times from it. Clinging to me. After I gave her a brief check up, I crawled into bed with her and stayed with her all night. Telling her I wasn’t going anywhere. That she stuck with me whether she likes it her not. She got some sleep, I didn’t get much. I was to worried about today and how Sarah would do.” Gilbert said.

“Poor child. If anyone can get Sarah better, it’s you Gilbert. You know her better then any of us. Just please, don’t get mad at Sarah for her anxiety.” Rachel said.

“I would never, ever, get mad at her for that Rachel. You know that as well I do, I would never loose my patients with her. She is just a child that lost her parents. Right know, we just need time and she needs to understand what is happening. You have my word that she is in safe hands with me. I’m her doctor know and know that I am home, I can keep a close on her.” Gilbert said.

“That’s all I ask Gilbert. Just make Sarah feel safe and loved. But, be firm when you have to.” Rachel added.

“I will Rachel. Thank you.” Gilbert said.

“ I’ll make a pot of Beef Stew and I’ll have Anne bring it over in the morning for you guys. I’ll make enough to last at least a week. Along with some fresh bread. Don’t try to talk me out of it Gilbert Blythe. I need you and Sarah to stay healthy and we all know that you can’t get very well. According to Anne. You even burn eggs! How? I have no idea. This will give me something to do as well.” Marilla said.

“Thank you Marilla. We will be sure to eat it. It won’t go to waste.” Gilbert said.

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Once Gilbert had brought Sarah into the house, he sat her down on the couch and he went to go and get a chair. Anne was with him and she was going to help with Sarah to.

Gilbert brought a chair and Anne went to sit on the couch with Sarah. Sarah looked defeated and heartbroken at the same time.

“Gilbert?” Sarah whispered.

If Gilbert wasn’t paying attention, he might not have heard the tiny voice call his name. He turned around with his doctors bag and looked at his sister.

“What is it sweetheart?” He asked.

He had sat down and and placed his Doctor bag on the floor.

Sarah bit her lip and trying to figure out what to say. Gilbert has an idea and so did Anne. But, they wanted Sarah to talk.

“Is it my fault momma and papa died? I couldn’t help them when they were asking for it. I tried to help them. All I could do was give them water and put cool cloths on their forehead. Feed them a little bit of soup some people had brought over. But, but, right before they died, momma called me asking for help and by the time I got to her, her and papa died. It’s my fault they died.” Sarah whimpered.

Gilbert’s heart broke for his sister and he pulled her into his lap and she clung to him. He knew her anxiety was going to go up soon, and he needed her to calm down.

“Oh sweetheart, it’s not your fault momma and papa died. You didn’t do anything wrong. The sickness they had came on all of a sudden. Without warning and I pray to god you don’t catch what they had. You did nothing wrong little one. You are to young to take on that big of a responsibility. Why no one called me or got a hold of me, I don’t know. You did the right thing by going over to Anne’s to tell her what happen. I’m so sorry little one I got here so late and I might have been able to them. It’s not your fault sweetheart.” Gilbert had said.

Sarah by this point was whimpering and her breathing picked up. Gilbert new that was a sign of her anxiety kicking in. This was going to be a long road to recovery for Sarah.

“Anne-girl, can you hand me the trash can please? I think Sarah might need it.” Gilbert muttered.

Whipping her eyes, Anne got up to get the trash can. Glad to do something useful. She handed it to Gilbert just as Sarah threw up.

Anne held Sarah’s hair back and rubbed her back.

“Is it her anxiety Gil or what your parents had?” Anne whispered.

“Just her anxiety. I knew this was coming on. I could feel how tense she was when I was holding her and breathing was more deep and labored at the service. We are going to have to keep a close eye on her for any symptoms of what ma and pa had.” Gilbert said.

“I’ll help watch her to.” Anne said.

“You okay little one? Can you take slow deep breaths for me? Follow my breathing.” Gilbert said.

Gilbert placed a hand on Sarah’s chest to see how fast her heart was beating. From what he can tell, it was beating to fast for him.

“Okay sweetheart. Slow breath in, slow breath out. Follow my breathing. I know you don’t feel good right know. I need to get your breathing under control. That’s right. Breath in, breath out.” Gilbert said.

Sarah was trying to do what her brother was telling her to do. It was hard for her and Gilbert new it was hard for her. He was going to give her some medicine to help her sleep.

“Anne-girl, I’m going to bring Sarah into my room and give her something to help her sleep. Can you grab my bag and I’ll carry Sarah?” Gilbert asked.

“Of course.” Anne said.

Gilbert got up and was whispering to Sarah saying how proud cans brave she was. That she was going to be okay to his sister. Telling her that they were going into Gilbert’s room and she was going to lay on his bed for awhile.

He put her down and she didn’t want to let go of him.

“Don’t leave me Gilbert. I’ll be good. Please don’t leave.” Sarah whimpered.

“I’m not going anywhere sweetheart. Not without you. You have my word. I’m just putting you on my bed and you will be more comfortable there. I’m going to give you a quick check up though.” Gilbert said.

Anne sat on the bed next to Sarah while Gilbert got out his stethoscope. Gilbert knew Sarah didn’t like it when he went into doctor mode, but, he needed to monitor her symptoms and watch for any signs of illness.

Gilbert put the ear pieces in and he told her he was going to unbotton her dress so he can listen to her heart. Anne had helped Sarah sit up and Gilbert quickly unbotton the top part of the dress.

“This is going to be cold sweetheart. Bear with me okay. I’m going to place this on your chest and I need you to be still and quite. Are you ready?”

Sarah nodded her head yes.

Gilbert placed the bell on her chest and she flinched at the coldness of it and she could feel his fingers on her chest to. He looked straight into Sarah’s eyes while he was listening. Moving around the bell of the stethoscope around her chest to hear her heart. Her heart was slowing down to a normal best much to Gilbert relief.

“I’m going to put this on your back to hear your lungs. I’m going to have Anne unbotton your back part of your dress okay?” Gilbert said.

Anne quickly did as Gilbert asked and he leaned Sarah forward a bit so he can hear her lungs. He listen to her lungs for about another 10, minutes. Moving the bell of the stethoscope around. Her lungs sounded good so far. Gilbert gave a sigh of relief.

Gilbert took the ear pieces out and draped the stethoscope around his neck. He buttoned up the front part of the dress while Anne did the back. Then he gave Sarah a kiss on the forehead telling her how brave she is being.

“I’m going to lay you back on the bed and lift your dress up, but, have the covers covering up your legs to your waist. I want to look at your tummy.

Anne and Gilbert had lay Sarah back down on the bed and Gilbert pulled her dress up to were her tummy was exposed. He pulled the blanket up to Sarah’s waist and her dress was just above her tummy.

“Okay sweetheart. I’m going to feel your tummy for any bumps or lumps. I’m sorry that my hands are cold. I need you tell me if I’m hurting you.” Gilbert told her.

Anne held Sarah’s hand. She felt like she needed to do something and Gilbert gave Anne a look that said thank you and Anne nodded her head yes.

Gilbert felt Sarah’s tummy. Pushing on her tummy and gently running his fingers over her tummy. While the whole time, he was feeling Sarah’s tummy, he was staring in his sisters eyes and face. Watching for any signs of pain or discomfort. There was none to his relief.

Gilbert pulled Sarah’s dress back down and pulled the covers back up. He patted her hand and asked “How are you doing sweetheart? Feeling any nausea? Like you have to throw up?”

Sarah didn’t look at her brother on the eyes of face. She didn’t want him to worry anymore then he has to. He smiled at her. Anne gave her hand a squeeze.

“I can’t help you little one if you don’t tell you don’t feel good. I have one more thing I want to check before I let you take a nap. Do you feel like you have to throw up? I promise I won’t be mad. Trust me, if I get mad at you Anne will break a dozen slates over my head.” Gilbert said

Gilbert winked at Anne and Sarah slowly shook her head yes. Telling her brother she has to throw up. Just as she was nodding her head yes, Gilbert quickly took the trash can by his bed and Sarah had thrown up.

Anne rubbed Sarah’s back and pulled her hair back as Gilbert was comforting his sister. His whole world.

“I-I’m sorry. I tried not to throw up. Really I did. Please don’t be mad.” Whimpered a terrified Sarah.

Gilbert looked at Anne helplessly. Anne shook her head sadly understanding Gilbert.

“I will never be mad at you sweetheart for having anxiety. It’s perfectly normal. Especially what you have gone through the last few days. You have my word and Anne as a witness that I will never scold you or be angry with you for having anxiety okay? We are going to get through this. I promise. I know you feel responsible for loosing ma and pa, but please sweetheart, it’s not your fault they got sick and died. Their bodies just couldn’t handle the sickness. I should have been home. I had to take care of a few things first. Your okay sweetheart. I promise.” Gilbert said.

“I’m not going anywhere sweetheart. Not without you or Anne. We are a family. We will stay here in Avonlea so we can be close to Ma and Pa. You can visit them everyday when you feel better. I’m not going anywhere.” Gilbert said.

Sarah clung to him. Her breathing was picking up fast again and Gilbert can tell she was going to throw up. She did. Sarah got herself worked up and it broke Gilbert’s heart to see that.

“Anne, I need to finish up my exam on Sarah. Then I’m going to give her something to help her sleep. Nothing heavy. A light sedative. But, she won’t like it, and I’ll need you to help hold her.” Gilbert said.

Anne nodded. Knowing exactly what Gilbert meant. He was going to give her an injection with some medication to help her sleep. She needs a good rest for at least a few hours.

“Sweetheart, can I finish up my exam I’m giving you? It will only be about 10 more minutes. Then you need to sleep. I’m just going to feel your neck and your throat and make sure there isn’t anything alarming or I need to be concerned with. “

Sarah nodded her head yes.

“I’m sorry my hands are cold. This won’t take long.” Gilbert said.

“Can you tilt your head back for me a bit? So I can fell your throat?” Gilbert asked.

Sarah did as she was told. Gilbert put his finger tips on top of her throat and head concentrating very hard while he light moves his finger tips up and down her throat and on the sides. He felt relieved when he didn’t feel anything out of the ordinary.

“You can relax know sweetheart. I’m just going to feel the sides of your neck and the back of your neck. Then I’m just about done.” Gilbert said.

Once again, Gilbert this time used his whole hands on neck. He ran his fingers tips up and down the side of her neck and then the back. Again, he didn’t feel anything out of the ordinary.

“All seems good little one. I just need to do one more thing. I’m afraid you won’t like it, but, since I’m your doctor, I feel like it’s the right thing to do. You need sleep sweetheart. Anne said they have tried everything. “ Gilbert said gently.

Sarah’s eyes got wide when she realizes what her brother meant she tried to back away, but, she ran into Annes chest. Anne wrapped her arms gently around Sarah and stroked her hair.

“Don’t make him do it Anne. Please. I’ll go to sleep. I promise. I don’t want any needles.” Sarah begged Anne.

“I’m sorry darling. But, your brother is your doctor and he has the right to feel what he needs to do. He is very gentle.” Anne said.

Sarah was watching her brothers every move while he was getting the syringe ready and the needle. That’s when Sarah knew her brother wasn’t joking and that he was serious. He really was a doctor at this point. Her Doctor. Gilbert was going to give Sarah her first injection.

Gilbert got out the vaccine and the small bottle of medicine. He filled the syringe up very carefully. Then when he was happy with the amount, he squirted out the air bubbles a little bit and then flicked the syringe to mix the medicine up.

Anne felt Sarah flinch while he did that with the syringe. Anne gave Sarah a small comforting hug.

Anne could tell that Sarah was starting to get antsy and she started to stroke Sarah’s hair. Telling her that everything was going to be okay and that both Anne and Gilbert will be here when she wakes up. That she has nothing to worry about. That she needed sleep.

Sarah watched Gilbert walk over to his bed and sat down on it. Sarah curled up in Annes lap. Suddenly afraid that her brother is her Doctor and he won’t take any nonsense from her.

“No needles Gilbert. Please. I’ll promise I’ll go to sleep on my own. I don’t want any medicine to make me sleep.” Sarah said.

Gilbert gently took Sarah’s hand and squeezed it. Sarah was curled up against Annes chest. Hiding her arms.

“I love you sweetheart. I’m not doing this to hurt you. I’m doing this to help you. Your tired little one and you need your rest or you will get sick. Are you ready? It’s going to be a little poke. Don’t fight it. Just sleep and I’ll be here when you wake up. I love you baby girl.” Gilbert said.

Sarah moved from her spot from Annes lap and moved over to Gilbert’s lap. Which he gracefully accepted. She curled up in it and hugged him.

“Your not mad at me sweetheart? For giving you an injection to help you sleep? You understand right?” Gilbert asked.

Sarah nodded her head yes.

“Are you ready sweetheart? I’m going to roll up your sleeve and clean your arm off with a wipe. Then im going to give your arm a small pick. It will hurt for just a moment. Don’t fight the medication. Let it do it’s work okay? I’ll be right here when you wake up. I love you.” Gilbert said.

While Sarah was still on Gilbert lap, Gilbert gently rolled up Sarah’s sleeve of her dress. He gently cleaned the area on her arm were he was going to inject her with the medicine.

“You can hold Anne’s hand little one. Take a deep breath in and slowly let it out.” Gilbert said.

Gilbert gently squeezed Sarah’s arm to relax the muscles. One hand holding Annes, Sarah buried her face in Gilbert’s chest. Sarah felt a small poke in her arm and whimpered.

Less then five second, Gilbert pulled the needle out and set the syringe on the dresser for the short term and he rolled down Sarah’s sleeve.

“I love you baby girl. Sleep good and I’ll see you when you wake up.” Gilbert said.

Sarah told Gilbert she loved him to and she finally fell asleep in her brothers lap.

[indeliblescarspivotalmarks]

hi! i’m ellie. i’m 20, a november 12th 2003 baby to be exact. i’m from scotland, and no i don’t sound like shrek or outlander or any of those accents. i’m a student midwife. i’ve delivered 21 babies. 13 girls, 8 boys. and i celebrate all of their birthdays every year. i guess that might sound crazy, but it’s so special to be the first hands onto the newest person in the world, and wonder who they will be. i only have one year left until i graduate. and that is terrifying. i grew up in the countryside, and ran riot in the forests everyday. now i live in a big city, and it’s fun, but it’s also busy and grey. i miss the trees sometimes. everyone calls me a daydreamer. i get super excited over ideas, and haven’t lost that childish joy that comes with thinking of something new yet. i don’t ever want to lose it. i have stacks of notebooks, and i always carry at least one. and a pen. always a pen! i write down things i see, ideas that pop into my head with a moments notice. because if i don’t catch them, and capture them, they float away like a butterfly in the breeze. i’ve journaled everyday since i was 8. that’s a lot of secrets written in notebooks. i had the best childhood, i had great parents, but friends were hard. nobody gives you a handbook on how to make friends easily, and i guess i didn’t get that memo until high school. i found a few people there and i’ve met a few more along the way. i keep them close to me and make sure they know they matter to me. being a teenager wasn’t kind to me. i’ve sat staring at the grey walls of a hospital room more than any teenager should. instead of going on dates and partying, i spent my time crying over banana pudding and pasta. separately. not together. ew. but now i’m better. and i’m making up for lost time. i tell people i love them because i’m scared of losing them. i laugh a little louder because i’m just glad i can laugh at all. and i dance like nobody is watching because i’ve spent too long agonising over what everyone else thinks. i turned 20 this year. i’m excited for the future but i’m scared. how did i grow up so fast. i miss the tea party and princess dress days. but i guess you have to keep going with it. life is like that. i’ve been a taylor swift fan since 2006. blame my dad. he bought me tim mcgraw in july “06 after he heard it on a US country radio he streamed to the uk. and oh man i was hooked. i’ve bought every album in release week since then. my parents saw taylor as a great role model, and i’m so glad they chose to let her into my life through her music. i’ve never left. i stayed. and will do forever and always. i act with kindness, but i’m no longer afraid to have my boundaries. you have to open yourself up to love, but you have to protect your soul too. taylor taught me that one. nowadays, i follow easter eggs like it’s my full time job. and i love swiftie tumblr. i like the sense of having a community here. if anyone has made it to the end of this…thank you and wow you’re dedicated.

~Ellie

[travelingwren]

As promised! Here is Butter and the Witches pumpkin! (This art is available in my red bubble store as well!)

Butter had always been a strange little python. She slithered out to the pastures every day to watch the farmers toil in their fields.

“Why do you love watching those farmers so much?” Butters mother asked her one day.

“It’s because one day when I am big and strong like you, I want to be the best farmer there ever was!” Butter exclaimed.

Butters mother tilted her head in concern, “why, Butter dear, you don’t have any thumbs! How are you going to plant your seeds, water your crops, and harvest them when they are nice and ripe?”

Butter frowns, she had not considered this.

“What if,” Butters mothers starts, “You became an Olympic tree climber like your father? Or you could get wedding rings from peoples drains like your sister. You could even become a professional living necklace for rich people like me, I get to overhear all sorts of interesting things you know!”

Butter thought about this for a second. She didn’t like climbing trees, small spaces scared her, and posing around rich people all day sounded so boring! Butter shook her head, “I don’t want to do any of those things Mama! I’m going to grow a big beautiful garden no matter what!”

Butters mother sighs, “you know dear, sometimes there are things you just can’t do. I’m afraid having thumbs is just one of them. I am sure we can find a more reasonable goal that will make you just as happy! Maybe your father will have some ideas!”

Better grumbled, she didn’t want to find a new goal! She wanted to be a farmer! “I’m going to the forest!” She exclaimed, slithering off. She would plant the best garden and show her mom that she was wrong!

So off Butter went, deep into the forest. She followed a little stream until she came to a clearing. This would be the perfect spot for a garden! The plants would get plenty of sun, and there was a water source nearby too!

So butter got out her favorite seed pouch and went to the middle of the clearing! She tried wrapping her tail around nearby sticks to rough up the ground for planting, but it took so long, that the sun was almost down by the time she finished! And she didn’t have any way to water them, nor pluck the giant weeds from the dirt around the tiny seedlings. Butter was exhausted, and she hadn’t even done the hardest part!

“Maybe Mama was right… This is going to be impossible without thumbs. I can barely hold this stick- how am I supposed to hold a watering can, or pick ripe produce?” Butters head hung low, she felt so defeated… There was nothing left to do but go back home and find a new goal, just like her mother had said…

As the sun started to fall, Butter sadly made her way back through the forest. But before she gets home, she stumbles upon a sad little witch crying on an old stump!

Butter understood how the little witch felt, she wanted to cry too. She didn’t want anyone else to feel as sad as she did!

“Um, excuse me witch, why are you crying?” Butter asked

“Oh!” The little witch exclaimed with a sniffle, “I’m sorry I didn’t see you there. You see, I have to make a magic potion to graduate from my witches academy, but I just can’t seem to grow the ingredients to make it!” Her bottom lip trembled, “at this point I will never graduate!”

Butter knew what it felt like to have gardening issues, “I am struggling to grow things as well…” she sighs, “I watched the farmers every day to learn about gardening, but I can’t even hold a watering can… I’m useless…”

The witch perked up, “you watched the farmers every day? Well then you must know how to help me! It’s okay if you can’t hold a water an Butter, I can do that for you!”

Butter suddenly found herself being picked up and carried away into the forest to a cute little cottage.

“This is my little garden patch. I planted my seeds here weeks ago but nothing has happened!”

Butter thinks for a second, examining the soil. “Your soil looks really dry. Have you watered it?”

“Huh? I thought the rain watered plants!” The witch exclaimed. “Oh… I’m no good at this at all!”

Butter smiled, “maybe we can work together miss Witch! I can tell you all about each plant, and then you can care for them!”

The Witch gasped, “why, that’s the perfect idea Butter! Right now I need to grow pumpkins, do you know how to do that?”

And so, Butter and the Witch worked all season long until their garden grew big and bountiful.

Finally, their first pumpkin was ready to be harvested.

“Thank you for all your help Butter, I couldn’t have done it without you!“ said the Witch, pulling Butter into a big hug.

“Thank you, Witch. I couldn’t have done it without your help either.

And so, Butter and the Witch admired their first harvest, and excitedly talked about what they would plant next until their eyes grew weary and they fell asleep curled up by a nice, cozy, fireplace.

[toshiakikijima]

what if: Irresistible Mistakes

What if Toshiaki left the company after his girlfriend’s death to work in his parent’s ryokan? 

warning: none, death. 

Shunichiro and Yukihisa were walking through the bustling campus of the University of Tokyo on the first day of their third year. Shunichiro was deep in thought, still ruminating over the argument he had with his father about his career choice. Meanwhile, Yukihisa was trying to cheer him up.

"You know, Shun, it's not too late to change your mind. You could always apply for a job in the government after graduation," Yukihisa said, grinning.

Shunichiro shook his head firmly. "No way. I've always wanted to work in advertising. It's my dream."

As they walked, they noticed a young couple looking lost and confused. The girl had a bright, cheerful expression while the boy looked timid and quiet. Yukihisa found it funny, but Shunichiro felt sorry for them and decided to help.

"Excuse me, do you guys need any help finding a building?" Shunichiro asked politely.

The couple looked relieved and grateful for the offer. They introduced themselves as Kijima Toshiaki and his girlfriend, and Shunichiro and Yukihisa helped them find their way.

After Toshiaki's first day on campus, Yukihisa and Shunichiro joined him at the train station as he said goodbye to his girlfriend. Yukihisa found it amusing to see Toshiaki's awkwardness, while Shunichiro felt sympathetic towards the couple.

Later that night, the trio decided to grab a few drinks at a local izakaya. Toshiaki was quite timid and ended up drinking too much, so Yukihisa offered to let him stay the night at his apartment.

Years later, Toshiaki and Shunichiro ended up working together at Addison, a prestigious advertising agency. One day, after a long day of meetings, Toshiaki received a devastating call from his girlfriend's younger sister. She informed him that his girlfriend had passed away from long-term cancer in a hospital in Shimane. Toshiaki was hundreds of miles away from Tokyo, but he felt no pain and had no tears to cry, even though he loved his girlfriend deeply.

At the same time, Yukihisa was going through his own turmoil. He had recently discovered that his wife was having an affair and was pregnant with another man's child. He proposed a divorce, which left his father-in-law angry but understanding. Yukihisa met with his ex-wife and her lover, expressing his feelings about the affair and leaving no hard feelings behind.

Toshiaki did not attend his girlfriend's funeral, instead, Shunichiro took his place and participated in the ritual. Shunichiro was going through his own crisis during the funeral, not knowing what to do or say.

After returning from Shimane, Shunichiro saw Yukihisa and Toshiaki on the roof of the building from afar. He didn't want to disturb them, so he silently walked over and stood next to them, looking out into the star-filled sky.

In that moment, Shunichiro made a promise to himself to always support his friends' choices, no matter what they may be. They stood there in silence, supporting each other through their struggles and hardships, with nothing but the sound of the Tokyo night surrounding them.

Shunichiro takes a deep breath and lights his cigarette, the ember glowing orange in the darkness. The three friends stand in silence for a few moments, lost in their own thoughts.

Finally, Toshiaki speaks up. "I never got to say goodbye to her," he says softly, his voice choked with emotion. "I never got to tell her how much I loved her."

Yukihisa places a comforting hand on Toshiaki's shoulder. "She knew, Toshi," he says, his own voice filled with sadness. "She knew how much you loved her."

Toshiaki nods, but tears are streaming down his face. Shunichiro places a hand on Toshiaki's other shoulder, a silent gesture of support.

For a few minutes, the three friends stand in silence, watching the stars twinkle above them. Then, Shunichiro breaks the quiet. "You know," he says, "I've been thinking a lot about my dad's expectations for me."

Yukihisa raises an eyebrow. "Yeah? What about them?"

"I don't want to disappoint him," Shunichiro admits. "But I also don't want to spend my life doing something I'm not passionate about."

Toshiaki nods in agreement. "I know how you feel," he says. "My girlfriend always told me to follow my dreams, no matter what."

Yukihisa smiles. "That's good advice," he says. "And you know what? I think you should take it, Shunichiro. Follow your dreams, no matter what anyone else thinks."

Shunichiro smiles gratefully. "Thanks, guys," he says. "I really appreciate your support."

The three friends stand in silence once more, lost in their own thoughts. But this time, there's a sense of peace and camaraderie between them.

As they make their way back down to the office, Shunichiro feels a sense of contentment he hasn't felt in a long time. He knows that no matter what the future holds, he'll have his friends by his side. And that's all he really needs.

Toshiaki's announcement that he was resigning from his job at Addison took both Shunichiro and Yukihisa by surprise. They had grown used to working together and supporting each other through the ups and downs of their careers.

"Are you sure about this, Toshi?" Shunichiro asked, concern etched on his face.

Toshiaki nodded. "Yeah, I've been thinking about it for a while now. I need to go back home and figure things out."

Yukihisa placed a hand on Toshiaki's shoulder. "We understand," he said. "We'll support you no matter what."

Shunichiro nodded in agreement. "You're part of this trio, Toshi. And we stick together."

Toshiaki smiled gratefully. "Thanks, guys. I appreciate it."

And so, Toshiaki resigned from his job at Addison and made his way back home. The transition wasn't easy, but with the support of his friends and family, he found his footing once again.

Meanwhile, Shunichiro and Yukihisa continued to work hard at Addison, pushing themselves to new heights in their careers. And while they missed Toshiaki's presence, they knew that he was pursuing his own path and that they would always be there for him.

Months passed, and the trio kept in touch through video calls and messages. And as the time for their planned trip to Okinawa approached, they found themselves looking forward to being reunited once again.

The trip was everything they had hoped for and more. They explored the beautiful beaches and stunning scenery, making memories that they would cherish for years to come.

And as they stood on the beach, watching the sunset on their last night in Okinawa, they knew that their friendship would endure, no matter where life took them. They may have started as coworkers at Addison, but they had become so much more than that. They were a trio, bound together by a deep and unbreakable bond.

Toshiaki can hardly believe his eyes when he sees Shunichiro standing there with his wife and children. It's been years since they last saw each other, and Shunichiro looks different now. He's more confident, more assured, and he seems happy.

"Shunichiro?" Toshiaki says, stepping forward. "Is that really you?"

Shunichiro grins, his eyes lighting up. "Hey, Toshi," he says. "Long time no see."

Toshiaki looks at the woman beside Shunichiro and the two small boys clinging to her hands. "And who is this?" he asks.

"This is my wife, Aiko," Shunichiro says, gesturing to the woman. "And these are our twins, Hiro and Kenta."

Toshiaki smiles, feeling a sense of warmth in his chest. "It's good to meet you all," he says.

Shunichiro looks around, taking in the surroundings. "So, this is Shimane, huh?" he says. "It's beautiful here."

Toshiaki nods. "Yeah, it's quiet, but it has its own charm."

Aiko steps forward, a smile on her face. "Shunichiro has told me so much about you," she says. "It's nice to finally meet you in person."

Toshiaki feels a blush rise to his cheeks. "Oh, really?" he says, feeling a bit embarrassed.

Shunichiro chuckles. "Yeah, I may have talked about you a little too much," he says, teasingly.

Toshiaki can't help but smile, feeling a sense of nostalgia wash over him. It's strange to see Shunichiro in this context, with a family of his own. But he's happy for his friend, even if their paths have taken them in different directions.

As they walk towards Toshiaki's parent's ryokan, they catch up on old times. Shunichiro tells Toshiaki about his career at Addison and the ups and downs of fatherhood. Aiko chimes in occasionally, adding her own thoughts and observations.

And as they sit down to dinner that night, surrounded by the smells of home-cooked food and the sounds of laughter, Toshiaki feels a sense of contentment that he hasn't felt in a long time. It's good to have friends like Shunichiro, people who can come back into your life and remind you of what's important.

Shunichiro takes a long drag on his cigarette before answering. "It wasn't easy," he says. "But I think my dad started to come around when my sister decided to stay in France. He realized that he couldn't control everything, and that we all had to make our own choices."

Toshiaki nods, taking his own drag on his cigarette. "I'm glad he finally came around," he says. "It's important to have your family's support, you know?"

Shunichiro smiles. "Yeah, it is. And I'm grateful for it. Especially now that I have these little guys to take care of," he says, nodding towards the direction of the ryokan where his wife and children are sleeping.

Toshiaki glances over at Shunichiro. "You know, I never thought I'd see you as a family man," he says with a chuckle.

Shunichiro grins. "Yeah, neither did I," he admits. "But it's amazing how much your perspective can change once you become a parent."

The two friends fall into a comfortable silence, watching the waves crash against the shore. Toshiaki takes another drag on his cigarette before turning to Shunichiro.

"So, how's Addison doing these days?" he asks.

Shunichiro takes a deep breath. "We're doing pretty well, actually. We beat CI in the quarter and we've been in first place for a while now."

Toshiaki nods in approval. "That's great to hear. You guys have really come a long way since those early days."

Shunichiro grins. "Yeah, we have. And it's all thanks to the hard work and dedication of everyone on the team."

The two friends continue to chat for a while longer, reminiscing about old times and catching up on each other's lives. And as the night wears on and the stars twinkle in the sky above, they both realize just how far they've come since their days at Addison.

[ionely-galaxy]

About the last news

i have been late, but

about zaion lanza's termination ... i dont really know how to feel about that. the fact that Im not a big fan of xsoleil and herself. i just watch one genshin stream from her, and ... that's all.

while ... i just keep wondering, why did others feel ... happy(?)after the news? yes, she has been breaking rules and maybe prejudiced against other liver, also wasting a chance that a lot of people want. and it is how you act? seeing another liver to go? watch her friends cry, missing their other half?

plus, dont send her friends any hate or even one thing about zaion. they're hurt much more than us, but we still had to respect their hard work to keep streaming normally.

(im sobbing after seeing the clip of kotoka getting too emotional after the announcement, it breaks my heart because they are friends, and they were forced to be separated. and the fact that maririn is close to both yugo and zaion)

maybe im still get emotional after yugo's graduation, and cannot take correctly that she is TERMINATED not GRADUATED. and thought that yugo chose to be released, not forced to be free.

idk the reason why, but i get sort of annoyed because of the staff for doing such things, that is weird ik. but the yugo's one really had me tearing up because iam that such fans of Noctyx.

i hope you understand my language, and don't hesitate to discuss it with me or others in the comments.

All Rights Reserved, I don't own any of characters said in above

[bookfreek1964]

The Mercenary’s Love

Epilogue

Namjoon is heartbroken – the agony of losing you so suddenly in the midst of what should have been the happiest time of our life. Never a day goes by that he doesn’t think about his Princess and how he wishes things were different. He needs you and so did your little boy, Lee.

Namjoon’s pain and grief is so powerful that when he can’t take it anymore, he packs up baby Lee in the sling that holds him next to Namjoon’s heart and he walks for miles – daytime or nighttime it doesn’t matter – he just walks. Sometimes with tears continuously streaming down his face.

Since you passed away, Hobi has been avoiding Namjoon. Namjoon knows he needs to address this and soon before there is no breaching the distance between them. He misses Hobi, so he invites him over on a night baby Lee is having an overnite visit with his grandparents. Namjoon and Hobi talk and cry it out over a bottle of scotch. Namjoon and Lee have Hobi back.

The little boy went from babyhood to school, college, husband, father and then grandfather. The seasons pass and the years go by with Namjoon dealing with the highs and lows of being a single, grieving parent. His broken heart has never really healed from his loss but he does his best to hide it. Nobody is fooled though. His BTS family, his adopted parents and your parents did what they could to help him through the darkness and he appreciates everything they did.

Namjoon watches Lee grow up, graduate high school, and then college. Lee marries a wonderful woman, Orchid and starts a family of his own. Namjoon adores his grandkids and spoils them rotten. He happily babysits them when Lee and Orchid have to work late or just want a date night. Namjoon tells them stories about his time as a K-pop idol and then as a mercenary. He tells them the story about meeting you although these stories bring pain to his heart. He stores all of the happy memories in his heart to share with you when he sees you again. The grandkids grow up and have families of their own and Namjoon becomes a great grandpa.

Namjoon turns into an old man. He catches a cold that he can’t shake that turns into a serious case of pneumonia and lands him in the hospital. He struggles to breathe and the constant coughing wears him out. Lee and Orchid are sitting with him in his hospital room when Namjoon turns his head and says in a whispery breathy voice to his son, “Lee, I hear your Mother calling me. She’s waiting for me.”

Lee’s eyes fill up with tears and he says in a trembling voice, “Dad…” he can’t finish. Lee gently picks up Namjoon’s gnarled hand in his own and clears his throat. “Dad, I love you. We will miss you very much. It’s okay, go to her” he sobs.

Namjoon lifts his hand up to wipe away Lee’s tears. “I love you son, I’m so proud of you and your Mother would be too. I’m really tired; I want sleep now.”

“Okay, Dad, you sleep now. We’ll be right here with you.”

Namjoon drifts off to sleep. You come to him in his dream holding out your hand, “Joonie it’s time. I have missed you so very much.”

Namjoon smiles, pulls you into his arms and kisses you, “Princess, I have missed you, too”

Lee sees the radiant smile on his father’s face as the time between heartbeats lengthens until they stop completely. He knows without a doubt that his father is once again reunited with the woman he loves and misses.

The End

[dungeonsandeddie]

Hi, hey! Hope you're having a good day ♥ Would it be okay if I can get a myself x Eddie fic but maybe kas vamp Eddie?

Name for stranger things universe will be Jonesy. 21 and 5'7 Hazel green eyes and blonde messy hair.

Her attire- She wears denim black vest with Anthrax shirt underneath paired with ripped stone washed pants and sporting a bandana scrunchy /you don't have to add all that if you don't want to/

Her personality- bit crazy. Humorous and nurturing. She's a smartass and can be a bit of an ass when stressed.

Thank u so much for this! ❤❤

Thank you for the submission!! I love a good vampire story :)) Hope you like it!!

It had been 2 months since the incident in the upside down. Since she lost Eddie.

Jonesy held Eddie, screaming and crying as her boyfriend died in her arms. She held onto him, refusing to let go of the love of her life. She refused to believe he was dead. He promised her he would be safe.

Steve had to drag her off of him. "We can't just leave him here!" Jonesy sobbed. She was too incoherent to understand what Steve was muttering to her as he forced her through the portal into Hawkins. Away from him.

She was now alone in her room. It was 2am and she still hadn't taken her Anthrax shirt off or her black vest. She managed to gather a few of Eddie's things before the trailer got destroyed.

She clinched the shirt as tears streamed down her face. She was curled up on her bed, thinking of the long haired metalhead she loved so dearly.

They had plans to get out of Hawkins after graduation. They had planned to leave this shit town together and to start a life. Away from the bullies who would call them freaks simply because they were different.

But that's what attracted them towards each other like a magnet. Jonesy was as wild as Eddie- she sported her favorite black vest everyday with a black band tshirt. She wasn't afraid to speak her mind and when Eddie tried testing her, she snapped right back with a smartass comment and that's what he absolutely loved about her.

Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard a tap on her window. Startled and scared, she snapped her head towards the window. Eddie was the only one who would come to her bedroom window late at night-but he's gone and he's not coming back. Has she finally gone crazy after all this time? Was she now hallucinating her dead boyfriend knocking on her window? Maybe this was all just a bad dream.

She heard the knocks again and grabbed the nearest weapon she could find- a switchblade Eddie had given her to simply protect herself.

She inched towards the window and dropped the knife onto the plush carpet beneath her feet. She recognized the curls from anywhere. Now she really was going crazy.

"Jonesy let me in please. Don't be scared baby." The man behind the window spoke, his head still looking down for whatever reason.

Jonesy was hesitant, but opened the glass and she stood back as he climbed in.

"Eddie?" She managed to choke out-throwing her arms around the boy as tears escaped her hazel eyes.

Eddies arms wrapped against her tightly and he as well, was sobbing.

"I thought you were gone..." Jonesy was hysterical at this point and she felt her knees buckle and she fell to the floor next to his feet.

Eddie knelt down beside her, once again throwing his arms around her to hold the fragile being. "I was gone. But now I'm back."

Jonesy lifted her head up to look into the doe eyes she longed for, but was met with blood red ones instead. Shocked, she flinched away and her back eventually hit the wall.

Eddie frowned at the sight- his sharp fangs sticking out onto his bottom lip. This was exactly what he was afraid of: her being terrified of what he has become.

"Don't be scared of me please. I have everything under control. I know what I have to do Jonesy. Everything is going to be okay." He spoke in a hushed but reassuring tone.

"what did they do to you? I watched you die in my arms you fucking ass hole! You promised me you wouldn't do anything stupid! You promised me we would graduate and we would move away from this shit town!" Jonesy cried angrily. She couldn't process her emotions right now and honestly, she was quite stressed and confused about how Eddie was in front of her right now. She inched her way towards him once again and her fists collided with his stone cold chest.

"I know. Im so sorry baby." He cooed, wrapping his arms around her and stroking her blonde hair-something he used to do to calm her down.

Jonesy melted into his arms. She didn't care what Eddie was, he was here again. And that's all that mattered to her. "Don't leave me again please."

Eddie pecked a kiss against her forehead. "I won't. Don't worry."

[milady-pink]

Rosewood Manor

Summary: The first dinner at the Manor, along with a tour and come catching up with an old friend.

Warnings: alcohol consumption

Word Count: 2486 || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Complete Series

AO3

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Chapter 3

Raoul DeChagny. At first glance he would be sorted into the blonde, frat boy, business major who flaunts and wastes his daddy's money all the while breaking hearts left and right when he wasn’t skipping class, waiting to graduate so he could work a white collar job, see his mistress, go home to his wife greeting him with a glass of scotch to find dinner already on the table and the kids fast asleep; the misogynistic white man’s dream. But Raoul wasn’t any of those things. The only stereotype that applies is that he did major in business, along with international business abatement and marketing. He didn’t drink, didn’t skip class, and tried to make his own earnings so as not to look like a trust fund baby. As for the breaking hearts thing, well…

Christine can’t really say they were ever together but, the times spent with Raoul on that cold beach were some of the best memories she made. Later Christine learned they stayed in the small cottage during winter because the prices were so good, but to her those days when the air was cold enough for snow flurries were pure magic. She recalls the way her papa had told her to tighten the red scarf tightly around herself, or else it might fly off into the ocean. She remembers telling him not to worry, stating that she was a big girl with all of her 9 years of experience, and that she will return with the berry scarf he bought for her.

But the winds were blowing fiercely and the meager wrap around of the scarf didn’t stand a chance against the winter winds.

So, there she stood, gazing off at the steel gray waters with her scarf swimming away to warmer waters, with tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get it!,” yelled a voice, and before Christine could blink a mass of gold flew past her straight to the water. But he didn’t stop there; he kept running through the waves that tried to kick him out. Once the water got waist deep, he dived into the sea. In a state of shock, Christine stopped crying and stood motionless in the sand, watching as this bizarre boy came walking back to her with the red scarf sopping wet within his hand.

“Th-thank you,” she trailed off. Her gaze went from the scarf to the boy then back, complete bewilderment written across her face. Staring back up into his boy’s eyes she felt like she was the one who had jumped into the ocean, except the waters were not slategray, but a beautiful cobalt blue. Time seemed to stand still as the girl with wind blown curls and the boy with a hai of gold stood staring into each other’s depths.

“RAOUL OLIVIER DECHAGNY!”, screamed a shrill female voice coming from behind. Looking back. Farther inland stood a woman with icy hair from age wearing a sweater, white capris pants, and was holding a woven handbag.

“Uh oh, I have to go now, but I hope we see each other again. Bye!” And with that, the strange sodden boy, Raoul, ran up the sand dune to the woman who clearly gave him a stern talking to as they walked away. After such a meeting, Christine surprised herself by actually agreeing with his words, hoping they meet again before the season is over. Later, when she got home to the little beach cottage, her papa asked her how her scarf got so wet to which she told him the story of how a boy appeared from thin air, ran into the ocean, and returned the scarf with the utmost care back to her. To Christine that beach must hold magical powers, because only a few days later did she meet the blonde boy again and tell him her name.

For the rest of that winter the children grew quite close, sharing some of their favorite things from her papas violin playing to Raoul’s Pokemon cards, all the while making sand-men in lieu of not having snow. Those memories bled into her adult life, hoping her haloed hero would save her from the pain her papa’s death had created.

After settling down from the excitement of the new guest, Christine stared like she was looking at a ghost; which, to her, he was, acting as a ghost of her long forgotten past. When everyone else had tucked back into their rack of lamb, Raoul decidedly looked up at Christine. Instantly, she traveled back to that day when she lost her scarf and he rescued it for her.

“Hi,” she all but whispered, hoping beyond doubt that he remembered her.

“Hey,” he replied, “no scarf tonight?” He answered with a small smile lighting up his face. Christine had a thousand and one questions she wanted to ask, but she simply smiled back and tried to continue eating like she didn’t know this boy, ahem man, anymore than she knew the rest of the company.

The lamb was juicy and tender, perfectly accentuated with the herbed crust. The roasted potatoes and carrots were cooked to perfection, and had soaked up some of the juice from the chops. Christine was drinking up every single bite, and literally drinking the mineral water, because goodness knows when the next time she will get this type of luxury. Unless you play the game and win Christine. Then, you can have all the gourmet meals you could ask for.

Over dinner everyone got to know each other a little better, fun tied-bits you wouldn’t mind telling some strangers. For starters, Piangi shared that he sang opera when thoroughly drunk, Sorelli could dance to any song, Jamie claimed to be able to hold her breath for three minutes straight, Firmin owned the car from a Stephen King movie, Raoul admitted to having never learned sailors knots, Christine says pineapple makes her itchy, Andre declares he gets manicures, and Carlotta revealed she was allergic to certain hair dyes.

Far too soon for anyone’s liking, the meal is concluded. Once again, the maids from before return to take the dirty plates and drinking glasses. Barely a second passes before the lithe, masked man returns, yet again, only this time instead of a notecard, he seems to be holding an envelope with a red, wax sealing its contents from everyone. The same uneasy energy from before dinner has made its return.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” he began, “the moment most of you have been waiting for. In my hand is an envelope, the contents of which are unknown to me, except that it concerns the matters of your game and subsequent host, Mr. Y,” pausing for effect. Suddenly, seemingly out of thin air, Erik produces a knife decorated with an extremely ornate handle; carved into the silver handle was what looked like a snake wrapping itself around, till the handle merged with the knife’s blade. He takes the knife’s edge along the envelope and sharply cuts through, after which he places the knife on the table and retrieves the letter. It unfolds from the middle into three sections, and Erik begins to read after a quiet cough of the throat.

“Dearly esteemed mortals,” at this a gasp is heard near Jamie’s seat, but all of the guests felt the same, “you have all been personally selected to play my game of life and death.” Um, come again?, “Your goal? To stay alive enough to discover my identity, for I walk among you, deceiving and misleading you since your hands first took hold of my invitations.” With her vantage point at the end of the table, Christine subtly tried to look at her fellow guests; only to realize everyone was trying to sneak a glance at each other already. “You can only accomplish such a task if you become the best detective to solve the crimes out of your astute assembly of fellow players. Failure to succeed will result in all chances of winning a lost cause, but you might even end up the next victim. Until we meet again, I am your formidable opponent, Mr Y. P.S.”,

“Oh God there’s more?”, asked an annoyed Carlotta.

Erik continues as if no interruption occurred at all, “champagne is called upon.” At the mention two outfitted maids returned with a silver tray that had flutes of bubbling liquid gold in them. They went to every guest on either side of the table until everyone had a glass and one was left to be served, to Erik. “For a toast is in order. To life!” At this everyone raised their glass. Some repeated Mr. Y’s toast with great trepidation, while others declared it with the confidence that the dinner party could have been between old friends. “And to your first night at Rosewood Manor! Cheers!”.

Cheers was again decidedly unformortable for some, but an encouraging sign for others. When everyone took a collective sip, some larger than others, Christine stole a glance across the table before taking hers. She saw Raoul had felt her gaze and looked back, giving her a small smile seeming to articulate the “if you can’t beat them” before sipping; replying to Christine’s “he can’t be serious can he?”

Maybe it was the years of longing, or just missing his company, but Christine immediately wanted to talk to Raoul before the night was over. Just to catch up, maybe make an alliance.

When at last Erik refolded the letter and placed it back into its envelope, he surprised the table one more time. “By my instructions, a house tour is in order. If you would please, we shall start in the foyer,” he declared. As he made a haste exit to the kitchen, everyone grabbed their flutes and made their way towards the front room of the Manor.

Rosewood Manor was by no means huge, but after completing the first floor Christine felt she had walked several miles. Maybe it was the poor choice in heels. The ground floor consisted of the foyer, the ballroom, a library, billiard room, two bathrooms and three powder rooms, a study, and a living room that lacks its namesake. Much like what Christine has seen already, the rooms consisted of a Victorian style with gold accents hidden everywhere except the study and library; the two adjoined each other and were decorated in deep forest green chairs and couches, with dark wood flooring and ceiling. Everything must have cost millions, thought Christine. Almost as if the fates were watching, the sound of glass shattering was heard.

“Ahh!”, screamed Jamie, the poor girl jumping with fright.

“Oh damn, my champagne glass fell out of my grip,” disgruntled Firmin, “I have a similar set at home and I know the cost. Let me pay for a brand new collection with a bottle to accompany it,” he stated to Erik, with an almost Cheshire grin at the mention of his wealth.

“No need, accidents happen,” said the masked man with utmost detachment for the broken glass. “Everyone, be careful of your step before the stairs”.

Unfortunately not once during this tour was Raoul separated enough from the group for Christine to start a conversation; that full-bodied woman, Carlotta, made sure to keep her hands on him all the while paying ordinary compliments to him. ‘Oh my, what beautiful furniture, don’t you think so Raoul? Goodness, the pool is so blue it rivals your eyes!’ She was insufferable, trying to dig her claws into the poor man, who was clearly not interested; if she hadn’t introduced herself as ‘newly divorced’ anyone would have guessed based on her actions. As the party started towards the second floor, Christine feared she would have to wait until breakfast before getting to talk to Raoul. Hopefully he’s an early riser and I can talk to him before the others arrive.

But, it appeared she was not the only one wanting to rekindle; for Raoul was kneeling on the first step to tie his shoe, letting the tour continue on without him. The second she came to stand beside him, he popped up like the first flower of spring.

“I didn’t think I’d get a chance to talk to you tonight,” Raoul disclosed as they started to climb the stairs slowly.

“Me neither, I didn’t think Carlotta was ever going to leave your side. I almost just decided to wait until morning,” Christine confessed, suddenly feeling like that bewildered little girl on the beach from all those years ago.

“Yeah, same. I’m just glad that Piangi let slip that his vacation home has two sets of stairs instead of one,” he joked. Christine laughed, a light musical sound that came easily for her. At the top of the staircase Raoul turned and looked at her, giving a soft smile that reached the corners of his eyes. “I’ve missed that sound,” he muttered for her ears only. Hearing this, Christine felt a warmth spread to her face that was most certainly not the alcohol. She politely returned his smile and continued down the corridor, following everyone else.

As they talked the couple recounted the various memories that were made during that solitary winter on the beach. From the escape of Christine’s red scarf, to pranking Phillipe by putting crabs in his bed, and everything in between.

“How is Phillipe?”

At the mention of his brother Raoul's face seemed to cast a shadow of worry across his youthful features, even his eyes seemed to shine with anxiety and, something else, something that Christine could quite pinpoint. Maybe they had a falling out.

“Better”, he replied, meeting Christine’s eyes before pointing them forward towards the ground. “But, enough about him, I think I have always been your favorite DeChagney son,” he declared cheekily.

“Well considering there are two of you and he is 9 years older…” she trailed off, giving him an equally cheeky smile. The two laugh before deciding to depart, saying goodnight with the hope that they can catch up while playing the game.

“I’m happy to see you again, Christine”, with such sincerity, both in his voice and in his eyes, that Christine felt butterflies start fluttering around her stomach. “You too Raoul,” at which they part their ways to their respective rooms, each thinking of the other.

Following the day's events, Christine was more than ready to jump into the luxurious bed. After taking off her makeup, and changing into her ratty pajamas, she put on her silk bonnet and padded over to the bathroom to brush her teeth. As she emerged, shutting off the light, the glow from the July moon drifted into the room. It felt strange but its darkness seemed to evoke a calmness from Christine, slowly easing her into sleep. Before she drifted off thoughts of where she was and the many surprises earlier came to her.

And it’s only day 1.