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muffindaddystyles · 3 years

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Hi, could you pls write something about Y/n finding out she’s pregnant and she decides not to keep the baby. Like, maybe Harry and y/n are not married (not that you have to be married to have a baby, it’s just a suggestion) and maybe Harry gets kind of mad at the beginning but then understands why she doesn’t want the baby. In every fanfiction they always end up keeping the baby, yes it’s cute, but babies take a lot of your time, they are expensive and sometimes annoying. Maybe it’s not the right time for them to be parents!! Make it extra angst pls

A/N: I agree with you, honestly it's okay for women/partner not to want kids in a relationship.

Warning: Mentions of abortion and angst.

Y/N just came back from one of the sleepovers of her bestfriend. It was fun, no offence but every food-ly item there made her sick to her core and atlast she ended up throwing. Ofcourse, all her girlie-bestie were there to give her a back rub, hold her hair for her, made her chamomile tea and most importantly did a serious talk to her in their pillow fort while sipping onto their hot bevy.

When Y/N told them she's been feeling like this from goodly two weeks they all gasped making Y/N's nerves jumble furthermore —--- what they advised her next flew over her head as she kept on poking her finger through the loops of her crotched cardigan, "Huh?" She hums innocently tucking her loose hair back.

"You could be pregnant. . ." Feli told her softly grabbing her hand, "Perhaps, could be sick too." Y/N scoffs diverting her eyes somewhere else and all her friends sighed in utter sympathy for her.

Y/N doesn't want to think about it at all. No way! This could happen. It's not right. It wouldn't be fair to anyone. She knows that the worst's been waiting for her as it hits her that her periods are late.

"We can find out, though . . ." Feli slides the offer cautiously to her and when Y/N shook her head in rejection everyone insisted because they care about her. So, they ended up taking the test and it indeed came out as positive now Y/N's a crying mess cuddled with her friends as they assured her that it's gonna be alright.

"I don't wanna go home . . Can't face, Harry." She whimpers. Her heart beating wildly at the cluster of assumptions and thoughts. What she'll do now? What will happen to them? What if their decision wouldn't be same? What if he'll leave her?

"You've to love, Nia will drive you home yeah? Talk to him, I'm super sure he'll understand, he's been so supportive of you since you guys met." They all hugged her warmly before departing her off and Nia told her to call her in the morning walking her to the door.

When she enters the whole house has been dimmed to mellow light just mere instinctive noises of telly buzzing and when she pads inside she's met by the most adorable sight of Harry lounged over the couch one leg dangled over the floor and his neck craned in a bad angle; it seems like he fell asleep waiting for her and Y/N was about to retreat when he stirred up calling for her name.

"Pet?" He tries to open his peepers rubbing them with the back of his hand stretching out like a lazy cat, "You look devastated pet, what happened? Were ye'cryin' baby?" She stays silent taking in large breathers nibbling onto her lower lip. He scoots aside patting the spot beside him to make her sit and grabs her jaw to see her properly.

She looks down lip wobbling as she struggled to utter the sentence, "Harry . . ." She sniffs and he nods caressing the corner of her lip, "'m listening my love –- promise it's not somethin' scary." It is for her.

"I'm pregnant." Time ticks by and it feels like the air has densed to the point her lungs stopped functioning. His thumb, it halts in their loving to her and his breaths hitches in his throat glossing his eyes with lack of oxygen or joy? She can't diminish.

He cackles breathily as if he's hallucinating and then gasps out of the epiphany, her heart shatters into million pieces for giving him fake beacon of happiness when he hugged her tightly to his chest.

"Jesus. 'M so happy darlin'!" He squeaks into the crook of her neck bouncing his knee in excitement and she pushes him away shaking her head, "No, no, no — Harry, I don't want it." Her voice wavered as her eyes held plead for him to understand fisting the hem of his sweater out of anxiousness and Harry feels like someone snatched his grounds, numbness sets into his toes from the distress that's bolting shut his heart chambers.

"Wha –-- what? But we talked 'bout it darlin'." He stammers baffled at her descion. He's too sensitive and all over the place right now, his mindset's isn't capable of doing something that's best for them and maybe it's because of all the images of his own lil baby in all the corners of his home, it would be such a blessing to have one wouldn't it? His conscience screamed at him.

"We did — " She says but he cuts her off, "Then why?" His own voice breaking and she clears her throat to pull some courage. His weakness makes her weak too.

"Let me speak." He nods curtly at her to continue.

"We did. Yes, I want kids with you, Harry nothing will be more beautiful than that but . . . but 'm not ready now, financially, mentally and physically." He stands up at this pacing back and forth massaging the furrowing lines at his temple. At his closed off and cold demeanour Y/N sobs throwing her hands in air.

"Would you speak somethin'!?" He turns in a snap. His eyesblooshot lips quirking up into a bitter frown, he's outraged and been burning from inside but doesn't want to dump it at her knowing it would hurt him more than it would hurt her. He wouldn't be able to forgive himself if he'll break the heart of his most precious human and the person who's been with him through thick n' thin.

He jeers furiously irritated at him and her, "What's there to speak? You've already made up ye'r mind, I've no say in it. Though, you know that 'm enough to raise our baby and could take care of you at the sametime." She grits something under her breath and he squints, "What?" His accent thick and gruff.

"I'm saying you're being a total, asshole!!" She tries not to yell at him groaning into the throw pillow.

She wants to kick him in shin when he just shrugged carelessly, "Okay."

"Trust me Harry not everyone's a rich millionaire like you!! I told you I'm not financially stable to have a kid and you rubbed it in my face, do you have any idea how your words were a jab to me!!" She wants to have an equal share of money in raising her kids, to give them the idea that in this household none of their parents are inferior or superior in bringing them up and she'd love for Harry to take extra care for them but his ruthless words made her feel so small and empty pocket infront of him for the first time.

She didn't notice until now that tears are dripping down his throat. Regret, remorse and guilt evident on his face but he wouldn't apologise and she's well aware of it. Wish she could hug him and kiss him to calm him down but he caused equal damage to her too.

"I'll go to clinic, in the morning." She mutters leaving him pooled into sorrow and the pricking shadow of telly while he cried to himself silently.

If it's the end. Then it should be a better one.

His boots click against the hard tiles getting loud hushes from people in waiting. He ducks down panting hopelessly, slamming his fist at the reception counter and looks at the nurse with furious eyes, "You're here to pick someone, sir?" He nods jutting his lips in attempt to take a good breather.

"Miss Y/N – "

She quickly points at the ward, "There, she might be unconscious at the mo'." He quickly shakes his head running towards it despite of all the stares he's getting from women of all ages.

There she was sitting at edge of bed in a gown –- looking small, defeated and devastated clutching the fabric of it from her knees. Her head perks up at the commotion taking in the sight of a disheveled Harry with a sandwich, vanilla moose, a tinsy plushie and sunflowers tucked under his armpit.

His chin quivers and eyes well up with bulky tears, "I'm sorry." He mouthes to her and she shakes her head with equally glossy eyes. He pads towards her carefully and sits beside her forwarding her the vanilla moose with shaky hand.

"Sorry couldn't get the chocolate one." A tiny sob breaks through her smile, "Don't like the vanilla anyways —" Her meeting his gaze was the ending point for him as he bunches his angel in a hug, smushing his face into the crook of her neck with little sniffles.

"It was very shitty of me." He admits tightening his arms around her waist and she calms him by rubbing his back, "We both weren't at our best last night." She whispers and he nods.

"I don't think you're any less than me baby, rather you're more stronger person than me in every way -- didn't —-- didn't wanna hurt you, promise. I love you so much for some different descion to tear us apart." His thumb runs in circles against her shoulders and she cups his face to look at him properly.

"Forgive me, please."

"I did bug —- the moment I realized you're a human being with emotions and feelings that could tipple over at their worsts. You've dreams too and I'm so sorry I wasn't able to fulfil them at the moment."

"You don't have to, yeah? No more apologising. We'll have a family when we both are ready." He kisses her temple, stroking her head affectionately and she bathes in that warmth.

"We could buy the chocolate moose on our way back home." He quips wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.

A teasing smile breaking through his caring persona and she grins, "Shut up." scooping some of it but he takes the tiny spoon from her feeding it to her himself heating her cheeks with shyness.

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hanibalistic · 3 years

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#FFF81C | LEE FELIX.

genre | fluff, friends au

word count | 1181

warning | none

"can i please have a hug?"

you paused the song by pressing the space bar on the keyboard, for once your middle finger didn't smash against it when you did so.

pulling one of your earbuds away as you turned to look at felix, you found him standing shyly by the door of your room, his hands clasped together before his tummy and his fingers fumbling nervously.

"come again, lix?" you asked, genuinely did not hear what he said a moment ago.

he pursed his lips, feeling slightly overwhelmed that you wanted him to repeat the request he didn't think through enough before asking. now he regretted asking for it, he truly did. not to mention, you have stated multiple times in the past, whether on purpose or off-handedly, that you were not one for skinship whatsoever.

you would obviously decline his favor, so why did he even bother to ask in the first place?

"i wanna ask if you can give me a hug?"

the words slipped from his mouth the second he laid his eyes on you, your body wrapped up in a comfortable sweater and your long sweatpants reaching past your ankles to the floor. he couldn't even control his consciousness, he just blurted those words out because he wanted to.

he has had a long day at school, with terrible groupmates who never do the work, and egotistical teachers who never specify what they want in the assignments. after school came the hell of work, and it was just the annoying usual for him: greet customers, endure customers, smile at customers, let boss yell at you, work more, and the shift ends after what felt like a whole year. except he had made a mistake today, so he got scold extra hard.

today has been long and difficult, and all felix wanted was a measly little hug to get him through the evening and the night. but since seungmin was still at work, hyunjin had classes to attend, and jisung was stuck in the studio with his other friends, you were the only one available in the dorm apartment.

and felix absolutely could not wait for a second more to get some human contact from his secret crush and recharge himself with it!

"a hug?" you repeated with a raised voice, your brows arched in momentary disbelief.

it wasn't that you didn't want to hug him. felix (along with hyunjin, seungmin, and jisung) were the four people in your life you had gotten comfortable enough to not shy away from simple skinship. you were not one for hugs and kisses, but you wouldn't mind an occasional body lean or face squeezing. especially from hyunjin, you couldn't stop him for the world if he decided your cheeks were extra squishy one sudden afternoon.

you just never thought you would be asked to give a hug, that was all. usually, they just come at you, but those were also more like shoulder bumps and vengeful tackles rather than a soft, sincere hug.

felix blushed quickly, the blood rushing to his cheeks and making him heat up. that sounded like rejection? was that rejection? you sounded annoyed, but then again, you were always kind of annoyed at everything around you anyway! this could just be your normal reaction made into what looked like annoyance by his tendency to overthink.

but then again, he probably shouldn't push his luck!

"actually, it's fine if you don't want to!" he said, shaking his hands slightly by placing them by his waist. he smiled to hide the flusteredness. "i can just go hug my plushie–"

"woah, slow down, felix," you said with a huff of laughter.

giving him a short, weirded glance, you pulled out your other earbud and dropped it on the desk. standing up, your legs pushing your rolling chair back, you stretched your hands out and yawned to release the tension you have built up behind your eyes and in your muscles. a satisfied gruff left your lips when you were done, and you turned to face felix with nonchalance.

he watched you with uncertainty, his eyes and his steps timid upon your unwavering stare. you waited for what felt like too long, just awkwardly standing there waiting for him to take a step forward, and then you tilted your head with your eyes widened at him when you couldn't handle the silence anymore.

"do you want a hug or not, felix?" you asked, throwing your arms up reluctantly.

he blinked a few times, processing your words, then a surprised smile blossomed on his face. he stepped into your room, taking small steps but quick strides toward you with his arms confidently wide, and as soon as he was of reach, he pulled you into a tight embrace.

you arched your head up, putting your chin on his shoulder as he squeezed his arms around your torso. with your bodies pressed warmly together, felix couldn't help but turn his lips into a permanent smile as he soaked in the fulfillment of being engulfed, the coldness around his skin gradually fading away.

you carded your hand through his hair gently, patting his head with comfort. "ah, how are you today?"

"i feel better now," he mumbled, nuzzling his cheek against your shoulder and his eyes still pulled into a thin, smile line. "what about you? how was your day?"

"not too bad, but i have been stuck at my desk for hours," you sighed, resting yourself against him. felix supported your weight with his arms around your waist, holding you up and letting you lean against him. "not gonna lie, i probably need a hug too."

"well, now you got one!" he giggled, shimmering his shoulders and playfully wiggling his body. squeezing your sides with his hands, he hummed fondly before he said, "you can always ask for one if you need it, you know?"

you smiled. how endearing was he? felix has always been like this. ever since you first moved to the dorm, and until now, after years of living together, he has only ever gotten more affectionate and kind. even if you didn't want to get close to him, you unconsciously did anyway, and you found yourself to adore him as time passed.

your heart truly beats for him whenever he is around, that is how much you love him.

"thank you, lix," you whispered, nodding against his neck.

"of course," he said, patting your back and clutching a handful of your sweater. he laughed suddenly then, squeezing the fabric in his hand. "your sweater feels nice, it makes me feel so fluffy right now."

"you can borrow it," you told him.

felix but his lower lip, for some reason wanting to suppress a squeal even though he has been giggling and fawning over this moment out loud. your sweater? he could borrow your sweater! the lavender shampoo scented one that still smelt of your natural, refreshing scent?

exclamation points appeared above his heart as he giggled in agreement.

you would not be seeing this sweater for some time.

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realcube · 3 years

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comfort hcs 💗 feat. overworked! reader

characters: yaku, oikawa, yams & akaashi

trigger warning: swearing

thank you to anon for this sweet request!

morisuke yaku

♡ he has concerned mom energy to i feel like he’d notice that you’re overworking yourself before starts negatively effecting you

♡ once he figures out that you’re actually stressed and he’s not just being paranoid, he will probably hold an intervention where is like ‘sit down, let’s have a cha--’

♡ but you just push him out the way to grab your coat, ‘sorry, sweetheart. i don’t wanna miss my bus!’

♡ DFRTYJUHG he just stood there like a statue looking at you like (●__●) this bitch-

♡ anyway, once you come back from uni/college/school/ work etc yaku insists that you need to sit down and discuss your problems with him

♡ then you’re kinda just like ‘what problems?????’

♡ also, after what happened that morning, yaku was not taking ‘no’ as an answer

♡ no matter what you say

♡ homework? you can do that later

♡ chores? he’ll do them for you if you just listen to him

♡ hungry? you can eat while you listen to him

♡ showering? you smell fine!

♡ so yeah, he will pick you up and carry you to the living room if he has to

♡ he’s probably really serious about the issue bc your feelings aren’t a joke to him but he lined up your favourite plushies on the couch so he could talk to them as a third party when you disagreed with him

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“i study in moderation! and i have not been neglecting our relationship; i just need to focus on my studies!” you tutted, averting your gaze from yaku’s as you thought about his accusation; did he really feel as though you had been taking him for granted? because of course, that wasn’t your intention at all and the more you thought about it, the more you realise that perhaps he was right.

yaku rolled his eyes at your response, quite enraged by your dismissive tendencies but he didn’t want to take his anger out on you so he simply turned to the kiiroitori plush that sat beside him, “duck, do you think (l/n) has been overworking themselves and ignoring both of us?”

kiirotori was forced by yaku’s hand to nod in response.

you snorted slightly before trying to furrow your eyebrows in anger once again, “their name is kiiroitori!”

tōru oikawa

♡ dsfghjkl ngl he clearly overworks himself too so he wouldn’t even notice

♡ he’s like ‘oh, you’re spending hours upon hours of a day - losing sleep and energy - to dedicate yourself solely to one thing so you can be perfect at it??? that’s completely normal!’

♡ spoiler alert, it’s not

♡ it’d probably take a third-party to point that what you are both doing isn’t healthy (either iwaizumi or a therapist)

♡ then you’d both look at each other like ⚆_⚆ wut

♡ anyway recovery time ig ✨

♡ he’d definitely just try distract you whenever he sees you studying/training/practising

♡ forget overwork, he doesn’t even let you work

♡ oh and y’all have started having ‘lazy days’ once a month where you make it a point to nothing but each other :))

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you both stared at the television, pretending to be absolutely engrossed by jumanji. however, once you let out your fifth sigh that minute, oikawa could tell that you were just as disinterested as he was so he peered over his shoulder to look at you, “this is so boring.”

you nodded, shuffling closer to him so he could drape his arm around your shoulder and bury his nose into your hair. “it’s so hard to just sit here and do nothing when i know that i have a lot to do, y’know?”

oikawa hummed in agreement, “but it’s nice to finally spend some quality time with you, angel.” he placed a kiss on your temple, scooting awkwardly in his seat before pulling you down to lay down next to him on couch.

“yeah,” you purred, happily falling onto the soft cushions while in oikawa’s embrace, “i’ve suddenly had a change of heart - i love these lazy days.”

“that was fast.”

tadashi yamaguchi

♡ it would take him a wile to built up the courage to actually express his concern about you overworking yourself

♡ but until then, he’ll show them in more subtle ways

♡ like if he sees you working at your desk - whether your posture is straight or not - he’ll rush up to you and massage your shoulders/back while talking

♡ he always sends you goodnight texts and gets v snappy when you text him in the middle of the night

♡ ‘tadashi, what did you get for number five on the maths hw?’

♡ if he opens the message and notices that you sent that crazy late at night or the ass crack of dawn, he’ll lose his shit

♡ ‘(Y/N) WHY WERE U UP AT 3AM DOING MATHS HW LITERALLY GO TO SLEEP’

♡ he forces himself to ask you out on dates irl so that if you use work/training/practise etc as an excuse..he can give the puppy eyes 🥺

♡ don’t get me wrong, he’s not manipulative at all but you just overwork yourself so much he think that the teeniest tiniest little bit of fun wouldn’t do you any harm

♡ he literally cares for you so much and he just wants you to be healthy and happy like is that too much to ask ಥ_ಥ

♡ it would take him 3 months of mental preparation to confront you but he’d do it eventually lol

♡ he’d still be super duper nervous though 👉👈

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“(y/n).” yamaguchi’s soft voice rang quietly through the hallway before he stuck his head inside your room in search for you. he let out a sigh upon noticing that - like always - you were sitting at your desk, drowning in papers of schoolwork.

he hurriedly approached you, suddenly throwing his arms around your shoulders as he hid his face in the crook of your neck before wailing, “(y/n)! i know it’s none of my business but i just think you work yourself way too hard and i see how sleepy you are all the time and you didn’t even eat the cupcakes i made you because you were too busy studying - i thought you loved my cupcakes!”

your eyes widened at the sudden contact and the string of words yamaguchi was babbling in your ear; but you semi-understood what he was getting at. so you steadily turned around to wrap your arms around his neck and rub his spine reassuringly, “i am so sorry, tadashi. i had no idea i was worrying you.”

he shook his head against the skin of your neck, “it’s fine, i worry about everything.” he joked before changing to a more serious tone, “it’s just that-- i think you should care more about yourself. take some time to relax once and a while, y’know?”

his sweet words resulted in your lips curling to a smile while his arms wrapped securely around your body brought you a much-needed feeling of peace, “alright, i’ll try.”

“good.” yamaguchi chirped, pecking your forehead then positioning his face where it was prior, going back to enjoying the feeling of your soft skin agaist his. “-so, are you gonna eat the cupcakes or”

keiji akaashi

♡ he overworks himself too

♡ if anything, i think he’d praise you for being ‘hard-working’ at first ‘:)

♡ but once he notices how much you work and how negatively it’s effecting your mental/physical health, he’ll intervene

♡ like yamaguchi, i think he’d start small by subtly doing things to reverse the effects of your stress

♡ and simultaneously, it kinda helps him too

♡ for example, if you get stress ance, he’ll do a bunch of research on the best skin treatments for it, buy the products then do facemasks with you + create a whole new nightly skincare routine for both of you

♡ or if your not taking care of yourself properly, he’ll book you both in for a spa appointment

♡ or if you’re tense, he’ll get you both massages from those professional ppl that make you strip naked

♡ when they make you get your tiddies out, you know they are a professional masseuse

♡ and he’ll take out on ten times more just to help you relax

♡ also, they’re always slow-paced dates bc like ofc akaashi takes you out to the park/beach for picnics....does he seem the sort of guy to take you bowling?? no.

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you sighed as akaashi brought a spoon up to your lips, looking at you expectantly but you simply whined, “keiji, i should be at home studying right now. you know my exam in 5 months, right?” though akaashi wanted to believe you were joking, the seriousness in your voice made it clear that you genuinely thought 5 months was a short period of time - even considering all the work you’ve already done in preparation for it.

so akaashi simply shrugged in response, continuing to prod your lip with the spoon until you parted you lips, allowing the pudding he made to enter your mouth. then, he pulled it out lower it to observe your pouty expression for a moment; you were so cute that he couldn’t help but smile softly.

“i’m sure you’ll do fine, sweetheart. i believe in you.” he said, gripping your waist before placing a tender kiss on your cheek. “for now, let’s enjoy this perfect weather. it only comes around once a year, so why not make the most of it, hm?”

before you were able to reply, akasshi utilized the hand the had on your waist to pull you back onto the picnic blanket with him, so you were both looking up at the pale blue sky, decorated with delicate clouds. “what do you see?” he inquired, gesturing up to the shapes the clouds formed.

you snickered, slowly intertwining your finger with his as you examined the sky for any familiar shapes or silhouettes in the sky. “oh!” you exclaimed, lifting your index finger to point to a particular cloud adorning the sky, “that kinda looks like my maths professor in a gallon hat.”

akaashi snorted, “i have no idea what your maths professor looks like but alright.”

you laughed, lowing your finger but not everting your gaze from the special cloud you spotted, “what about you, babe? what do you see?”

with a moment of hesitation, akaashi immediately replied, “an angel.”

your eyes scanned across the sky for a cloud in the shape on an angel but you simply couldn’t find the one he was referring to, so you whipped your head to the side to see where he was pointing, only notice that his eyes were fixated on you.

“y-you’re such a simp, keiji.”

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lilred8220 · 3 years

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Well, yet another fic no one asked for😃

I wanted to write this because some time go, I was watching the fireworks when this song started to play↓↓↓

And I just thought how romantic it would be if I wasn't forever alone 🙃 so, I build a story around that. I hope you enjoy it!

P.s. This is a F!MC

I had been so excited for this day! In the human realm, my hometown this time of year had a huge festival ending with a huge firework show. I had asked to go a week in advance but due to being in the Devildom for the exchange program, I couldn't go. It definitely was a disappointment. However Diavolo, seeing me upset and now curious about the tradition, asked all about it and he thought it sounded fun. Thanks to him always wanting to do anything new, he immediately decided to do the same here in the Devildom.

So through the long week, he asked about everything we would do at the event to make it much more fun and quickly get everything ready to make this last second festival. It somehow all came together and it feels almost exactly like the festival from the human realm. The food, sweets and all! Now it was the time to enjoy the festival!

The brothers couldn't understand why I was so excited for this. Though we all went to festivals and saw fireworks, It was just something that I would always look forward to this time of the year and it's just more special this time around. It kinda feels as if I'm sharing something that I love with everyone I care about in a place where I like to call my new home. Hopefully they'll come to enjoy this as much as I do.

"So, this is called an Elephant ear?“ Beel asked, drooling at the large fried sweet in front of him.

I laugh, as I grab a piece before he can scarf the treat whole, "Yeah, it's just fried dough with powdered sugar on it. They usually sell these at any carnival or festival." I pop the elephant ear in my mouth, savoring the amazing taste.

The brothers each had something to eat as we took a break from all the festival games littered around. We all take two picnic benches for the 8 of us, well, us and Beel's giant pile of food he got. Everyone had won something from the games…well everyone but me and Mammon. Mammon was determined to win a game, yet his luck seemed to be the worse for wear today and all the games we'd gone to all ended up with one of the other brothers winning the game. My luck honestly wasn't any better due to playing the same games that the others had won.

"I'm telling ya! Those games are rigged! The people runnin 'em are just a bunch of con artists!“ Mammon yells, clearly frustrated that he hasn't gotten anything.

"Or maybe you just suck lol" Levi says, holding a Ruri-chan plush to his chest.

"Honestly, you really shouldn't be surprised, you were pretty terrible at all those games since you had no choice but to play fair." Satan adds on, which all the brothers nod in agreement.

Asmo laughs, "Well, what do you expect from a scumbag?"

I start to get annoyed as the brothers all start to bash on Mammon. He seems fine on the surface but I've been around him long enough, with him basically living in my room and all, to see all his little ticks. Like when he's excited, his hand gestures are more dramatic, to emphasize his point or how his eyes light up when something catches his attention, like something to make a quick buck. However, right now, with the way his mouth slightly twitches and his hand shoved into his pockets, he's upset. He really only does this when the brothers throw insult after insult at him, like right now.

I sigh as they continue their assault on him. But an idea comes to mind and it'll be easy enough to pull off.

"Does...that all that stuff apply to me too? Since I didn't win anything either, after all..." I say, putting on my best pouting face and looking down at the ground.

Immediately, the brothers started to panic, trying to reassure me that it wasn't true, successfully drawing their attention away from Mammon. I slightly looked up, passed the frantic brothers to lock eyes with Mammon. He stood there for a moment, a bit confused by my sudden comment. I flash him a quick smirk before looking up at the brothers, accepting their apologies. The brothers seemed to relax and drop the topic after that, returning to the food they have. Mammon, who had seemingly understood what my intentions really were, looked at me, with his face slightly flushed, then stared down at his food.

In Mammon's mind, he honestly doesn't know what force sent Y/N here but, she is honestly the best thing that has ever happened to him. At first, he hated the idea of being her guardian due to all of the extra work he was given. But, as days turned to weeks, her treatment towards him was nothing but sweet and loving. It honestly was a huge adjustment for him, since everyone treated him like scum or useless, having her place so much faith in him, even defending him and doing little gestures like this, it makes his head spin. He honestly couldn't pinpoint when it happened, but, his feelings for her drastically changed, he couldn't deny it now, how he longed for her, wanted her all to himself. How he loved her unconditionally.

I smile, quickly finish eating my food then stand up, "Ok! Time to get back to the games!“ I say, excitedly.

"Y/N, I'm glad you are excited but some of us still need to eat." Lucifer says, glancing at Beel and his mountain of food.

"Awww, come on Lucifer, I wanna try to win something before the fireworks start." I plop down again, putting my chin in my hands.

"Well, I'm sure we'll have plenty of time." Lucifer tries to cheer me up, eating some fries.

Mammon looks up at Y/N, upon seeing her upset. He honestly hated seeing Y/N upset, even if for something so small as to wait for everyone to finish eating. He wanted nothing more than to see her smile everyday, it honestly was one of his favorite parts of the day to see her smile so sweetly. He'll do anything to make her happy. He sits up and scarfs down his food before standing up. "Ok, how 'bout this,' ' Mammon gets up and walks over to me, ' ' since I haven't won anythin', I'm gonna go play some more games and I'll meet ya guys later. Y/N, ya can come if ya want to." Mammon starts to walk away, at a slower pace than he usually would.

"Yeah! Ok!" Before any of the other brothers could protest, I quickly got up and hurried over to Mammon. I can hear the brothers stumbling to get up to follow us.

"Hey! Mammon is stealing Y/N!"

"That's not fair!“

"That scumbag..."

I hear some of the things they're saying as they seem to be trying to catch up.

I grab Mammon's hand and start to make a run for it. "Come on!" I glanced back at Mammon, who seemed shocked. He looks back to see the brothers in hot pursuit of us. Getting the hint, Mammon picks up the pace. We high tail it out of there, laughing like a bunch of kids all the while.

Me and Mammon finally stop and I flop on the floor, trying to catch my breath as Mammon puts his hands on his knees.

"I…I think we lost 'em" Mammon pants, out of breath from running around.

"I…I think so…jeez, how…how do you always do this when you get in trouble?“ I wheeze out, my human body not used to running as much as a demon. Especially if that demon is Mammon.

Mammon straightens up, finally catching his breath, "Well, I'm not usually running from ALL of my brothers, just Lucifer mostly."

Mammon reaches his hand to me and after a moment, I let him help me up. He helps me to my feet and when I look up, his face is very close to mine. We stare at each other for a moment before both of our faces turn more flushed than we already were.

His bright blue eyes that have a hint of that golden yellow has me in a trance. When I first met Mammon, it was the first thing that drew my attention, it's honestly something that I always find myself staring at all of the time. They are very beautiful to me and never fail to make me feel relaxed when I see them. But not only that, he is a very handsome man. His rich caramel skin with his pure white hair makes his face stand out even more. He is just so captivating to look at, however his personality is what truly makes him shine. Even if he tries, and fails, to hide his true feelings, he always has his heart on his sleeve, rather if he realizes that or not. He tries so hard to help me or to even make my day brighter when I'm not feeling my best. He even tries to protect his brothers and is always there for them. He honestly is the most caring person I've ever met and I can't help but fall for him because of that.

Mammon looked down at her face, he honestly couldn't help but stare. In his mind, she was more beautiful than anyone he's ever seen. Her beauty not only stopped at her looks but the person she was. She was a true wonder to him, too good to be true yet, here she was, defying all logic. All he wanted to do was look at every detail of her face, her eyes as they shine, her soft skin as the blush covers her face, her parted lips as her breath finally slows down. Mammon was the first to turn away, catching himself now staring at nothing but her lips.

He clears his throat. "W-Well since we're here, let's get to some games!" Mammon says, his fangs flash with his grin.

We made our way to the nearest game booth, both of us looking at the various prizes. The booth in question is a simple ring toss, the bottles are organized by colors which show what size prize you can get. There are the ridiculously large stuffed bears that are taller than me to the very small animal plushies. Scanning all the prizes, one catches my attention, a black plush crow with a yellow tag on it. It was big enough to hold in your arms, it's wings dangled at its sides. It had its beak opened slightly to look like a smile. I glance over at Mammon, who is currently eyeing a plushie of a grimm, that also has a yellow tag hanging off of it. I laugh, thinking of how that plush crow reminded me of him.

Mammon looks at me, slightly confused, "What are ya laughing at?"

"Oh nothing, though I know what prize I want." I smile, looking back at the crow plush.

Mammon follows my eyes over to the plush, he tilts his head at my choice, "Ya sure that's what ya want? There are plenty of things better than that ol' crow."

I nod enthusiastically, "Yeah, I think it's cute, like someone else I know." I playfully push him.

His ears turn a dark red but he laughs, "Well, I know what I want so, let's go and win some prizes!“

We pay the demon running the game and start trying to make the rings reach its mark. However, as in most carnaval games, the rings in question are only slightly bigger than the top of the bottles, making it much harder to win. Not to mention the bottles for the better prizes are further back, making it much harder. As we try a couple times, we don't get much luck and we're running out of grimms to play. However as we reach our last game, even though I end up with nothing, Mammon manages to sink a ring on a yellow bottle.

"We have a winner!“ the demon behind the booth says, walking over to grab the ring.

"Yeah! This was nothin' for the Great Mammon!" Mammon threw his hands in the air, and I cheered with him, "You did it! You won!“

The demon walks back over to us, "Alrighty, you can pick a prize with a yellow tag. Which will it be?"

Mammon's eyes flick to the plush he was eyeing earlier and he goes to speak, but an announcement rings through the speakers all around the festival, "The firework show will be starting in 15 minutes, marking the end of the festival! So hurry and grab a seat to enjoy the show!“ a cheery voice says before the music from before starts to play again. Mammon looks down at me for a moment before a small smile appears on his face.

Mammon looks at the demon and points at the plush crow, "I'll take that one."

I look up at Mammon, "But, I thought you wanted-“ I get cut off by the demon swift return, "Here you go." The demon hands him the crow plush.

Mammon takes the plush from the demon with his usual bright smile and starts walking off, I quickly follow, still confused. Once I catch up, he looks at me with a blush on his face and holds out the crow to me.

"W-well, there wasn't really anythin' I wanted, so I figured I'd get this ol' crow since ya seemed to want it so bad." He says with his usual bravado, yet it was a bit more shy than normal.

"But, you said…" I start to say as I take the plush but, cut my thought short.

Even though I know he wanted something, that much he's been saying all day, he still got me this crow plush. Knowing how he struggles to do these things and becoming a stuttering mess when it's pointed out, I choose to not question him. Yet, I can't help but love him even more, him knowing that I wanted something as well and that he'll be going back home later with nothing. I'll have to repay him later but for now, I'll just enjoy the rest of the festival with him.

I shake my head and give him a smile, one that shows how much I truly appreciate and love him, "Thank you so much, Mammon." I hold the crow close to myself.

Mammon feels all the air in his lungs escape him. Y/N's smile, the sparkle of joy and something more…intimate in her eyes. Honestly, for a split second, he found himself jealous of that crow, seeing Y/N holding it so lovingly. He wanted, no, needed to show her how much he loves her. If not tonight, it'll drive him insane.

After looking a bit, me and Mammon found a perfect spot to watch the fireworks. We sat on a hill that was a bit further away from the festival and luckily, we could still hear the music playing from one of the speakers nearby. We sat in a comfortable silence, waiting for the fireworks to begin. Which based on the amount of time it took to find this isolated spot, it should start at any moment.

Mammon is resting his arms on his knees as I sit with my legs crossed, the plush crow close to my chest. I watch all the demons in the distance hurrying to find a spot to watch the show as well. Thankfully, none of them seem to look in this direction. So right now, it's just us, alone.

After a few moments, Mammon looks over at me and shyly starts to speak, "H-hey, Y/N?"

I look back at Mammon, noticing his face slowly forming a blush, "Yes?"

"I…I wanted to tell ya-" Mammon gets cut off by the first firework going off.

We slightly jump, but my eyes widen as the firework show starts, "It's starting!"

I watch as the firework starts to make the usual dark Devildom sky shine bright with many different colors. All the while, a familiar song starts to play on the speakers, making this a moment that I want to treasure always. It was a song from the human realm and it was a song that made this moment feel more intimate. I honestly couldn't ask for a better day, I got to go to the festival with all my favorite people and I even had, dare I say it, a wonderful date with Mammon. The thought of going on a date with Mammon makes my cheeks burn but I truly wish that this day would never end.

Mammon's heart starts to pound in his chest, his gaze never leaving Y/N. He watches as her eyes glow with wonder, watching the fireworks as if it were the first time. She never looked more beautiful, more perfect than right now. If he was ever gonna make his move, it had to be now. Mammon opened his mouth to speak but he couldn't find it in himself to break her trance. However, his greed for her attention, her voice, her touch, for nothing but her, was growing. So, he closes his mouth and takes a deep breath. He leans closer to her as his shaky hand gently touches her cheek to turn her face towards him.

When I suddenly feel a light touch on my face, I snap back to reality. Before I can react, I feel my face being turned and suddenly, Mammon leans in, his eyes close and gently presses his lips on mine, like he's afraid that I'll break. My eyes widen, taking a moment to realize what is happening. Mammon, feeling me not move, starts to move away, most likely worried he did something wrong. But, not wanting to lose the moment, I quickly filled in the space he left, pressing my lips a bit harder than he did. Mammon tenses at my sudden movement but quickly melts into the kiss, holding my face with his hands. I place the plush to the side, momentarily forgotten, I place my hands on his chest for support.

The air stills, the world around us starts to disappear. The only thing to keep us from forgetting the world completely is the sound of fireworks and the song playing so sweetly.

I snake my arms around Mammon's neck, then he takes the chance to pull me in closer by my waist, closing the gap between us. Even though he was nervous at first, he seems to have relaxed, even nips at my bottom lip, causing me to gasp. He swiftly slips his tongue in my mouth, tangling it with mine, deepening the kiss. We held each other close, like we were afraid that the other would vanish.

Needing to breathe, we lean away slightly. I'm not sure when it happened, but I managed to end up on Mammon's lap. Mammon seems to also realize the position we're in and his breath hitches.

His hand comes up and holds my face, "I love ya, Y/N."

My heart flutters and I lean into his touch, "I love you too, Mammon. I…I always have."

"Y/N, I care about ya so much and I…I don't want anyone else trying to steal my most precious treasure from me. The thought of it kills me, because I'm yer first man." Mammon stops, becoming more shy, "I w-want ya to be mine and…I'll be yers…if ya want me."

I feel as though all of the butterflies in my stomach would explode out of me. I can't stop the big smile that appears on my face, "Mammon," I hold his face in my hands, "no one could ever take me away. And not only that but…" I bite my lip, feeling a bit bashful, "You already have me. Now and forever."

If Mammon could, his eyes would have hearts in them. He looked at me with such lovestruck eyes, his face is probably the most peaceful expression I've ever seen. I look back at him in awe, honestly have never seen him so happy, like he's on cloud nine.

A smile is plastered on his face, "I promise that I will be with ya till the end of time. I gotta be the luckiest demon in the whole festival, no, the Devildom. But, I guess I did win something at the festival after all." His smile suddenly turns into a smirk, "What do ya say we go somewhere more private and we can continue…this?"

My face turns red, but I nod. We stand up, I grab my plushie so that we can leave when I suddenly hear someone, or rather, some people, running this way.

"MAMMON!"

We spin around, both of us knowing too well who that voice belongs to. Lucifer and the rest of the brothers are running at full sprint in our direction.

"Oh shit!" Mammon yells out, quickly sweeping me off my feet, making a run for it.

Startled, I grabbed on to Mammon's jacket, making sure to not drop my crow plush, "Ah! M-Mammon!“

He looks down at me, " Well, I might get strung up later, but I'm yer man now. I want ya all to myself and I don't know about ya, but I'm not ready for tonight to end." He flashes his signature smile.

I can't help but laugh, as we make yet another escape from the brothers. This is truly the best day I could have asked for.

#obey me #obey me mammon #obey me mc #Spotify

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c-c-cherry · 4 years

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I got it, what stuffies do the bucci gang members have?? Cause no matter WHAT they say, each of them has a comfort stuffy

Hell yeah Bucci gang comfort stuffies Bucci gang comfort stuffies (because even our boys in Passione have at least one)

Go give @jjadegreen a follow because her thoughts make up 99.9% of the head canons I post!!!

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Giorno

-Our boy’s got one medium sized plush ladybug. Narancia definitely gave it to him (he probably got it when he was sick or something just like what happened in The Unknown!)

-It was definitely the first stuffy he’d ever owned and he had no idea why they were giving it to him at first

-He has this external mindset that toys are for children but he literally loves this thing so much

-He’s too ashamed to tell anyone even though Narancia practically has a collection and he knows no one is gonna judge him for it

-It usually sits on a shelf but when Giorno has tough nights he hugs it to comfort himself and fall asleep

-It’s extremely well-kept because it’s Giorno's first stuffed animal. He adores it

-On one of his worse nights, Narancia walks in on him curled up under his blankets just—full-on crying into this poor ladybug. He skeets out of the room real quick and Giorno thought he’d completely fucked up and starts freaking out a bit only to see Nara run back in with more than an armful of stuffies and just dumps them all onto his bed

-They eat chocolate and take the best nap ever. This becomes a nice little weekly routine for the boys where the two of them can just sit and spill all their secrets and all that bro shit

-When Bruno catches wind of this via Narancia, he makes sure that they all give him a new plushie for his birthday

-Giorno acts like he could care less about it and politely thanks them, but Narancia gives Bruno all these little updates about how much Giorno loves every single one of them :’)

Bruno

-Surprisingly? Beanie baby collection

- He started collecting when he was a kid and paused the collection for the beginning of his time in Passione but started it up again about 3 years ago

-Beanie baby attic? Beanie baby attic

-When Fugo first moved in with him and just saw like—a room full of beanie babies he had no idea what to think but it's become a ritual at this point for each new member of the bucci gang to stare longingly at the vast collection when they first move in with them

- None of the beanie babies are exceptionally rare but he takes very good care of each and every one (like a good parent should)

- Although he doesn’t really have favourites, he does have a certain attachment to Smoochy the Frog because it was a gift from Leone (who begrudgingly denies that he has anything to do with the frog whenever one of them asks about it)

-What he DIDN’T know was that Polpo had a massive one. Like, a huge one because he was Polpo and of course he did

-Once he inherits all of Polpo’s shit he’s handed like, a million beanie babies and he is overjoyed

-He still keeps his own special collection separate from those ones, though. Because that shit’s special

Narancia

-Enormous plushie collection. Seriously.

-He cuddles with a different one each night like a devoted bro

-He has super tiny ones and huge ones that are bigger than him and a whole variety of them and they’re just fucking everywhere all over his room

-He can literally nap anywhere thanks to vast amount of comfiness in his room now

-They all have names which no one else can seem to remember other than Bruno.

-He always has special ones on hand specifically for lending out to the others (usually Giorno or Fugo) whenever one of them gets sad or overwhelmed

-Whenever he gets a new one he always asks everyone for name ideas (Mista is the best at coming up with names)

-Whenever one of his old animal plushies gets too old/can barely even function as a toy anymore, Giorno will turn it into an actual animal for him so it can still live on in a way :)))

-His favourite is a dirty, crusty, old plush lamb named Pecorey that he got from his mother when he was 2. When I tell you this thing is crusty, it’s CRUSTY

-But it’s very dear to his heart so it doesn’t matter ;-;

-Bruno has tried to clean her a few times but it seems like the grime will never come off. Narancia thinks the dirt gives her personality though.

Abbacchio

-Refuses to admit he has any plushies

-He has 2. One teddy bear he found at a garage sale that had Bruno’s hairstyle, so obviously he bought it.

-The second one is a tiny plushie that Narancia made by hand. Yes, the plushie also looks like Bruno. Abbacchio claimed it was ugly when narancia made it but he takes very good care of the tiny Bruno.

-Will not bring them out of his closet under any circumstances. Even when he’s sad ;(

-He helps Bruno dust off his beanie babies, even though he swears that he hates doing it

Mista

-His plushie is... can you even call it a plushie?

-It’s a teddy bear he got as a baby, but mista never took good care of it so it’s just.... a stuffingless husk. Just skin.

-Mista claims the bear is named Cattivo but the rest of Team Bucciarati usually refers to the bear as ‘it’. Abbacchio keeps trying to throw it out but he always fails.

-They always wonder why Mista still keeps it around and one night they find out that his eldest sister found him after he came out of jail and gave it to him and it's the only item that he has left that stuff connects him to his family (and also the last time he saw his sister)

-They start calling the bear Cattivo after that

-It sits on his bookshelf and he puts it next to his pillow when he gets sad

Fugo

-Has no plushies of his own, though he used to have hundreds back when he lived surrounded by wealth

-When he turned seven, his parents took away all toys that he owned and replaced them with books and school supplies, telling him that he’s fated to do well in academics and doesn’t need any distractions

-He still has it drilled into his head that he doesn’t need them or doesn’t deserve them and makes it clear to everybody that he doesn’t want any (even though he kinda does)

-He does frequently steal plushies from Narancia though

-He always returns them in the end because he just ends up feeling bad for wanting one but Narancia doesn’t mind.

-He usually takes this one huge dragon that’s big enough to hug with his entire body. While fugo will never admit it to his team, he really likes affection with those that he trusts, so having a huge plush (even if he’s just borrowing it) to hug is nice.

Trish

-Collects those tiny Japanese plushies which are like... food, drinks, etc,,but with those cute little eyes.

-She buys like, 4 of them a week.

-Her favourite changes almost daily, usually just whichever one she bought most recently :)

-Fugo and Giorno don’t really see the appeal in food with faces, but Mista and Narancia LOVE Trish’s collection

-If she orders one she ends up not liking, she gives it to Narancia for his collection (and sometimes Mista if he begs hard enough)

- Trish has an entire LED display wall in her room for her collection. Her impulse buying of these plushies knows no bounds. She tries to save up for huge ones but she ends up buying a bunch of small ones on impulse.

-Bruno did get her a few huge ones for her birthday, though!

-Whenever Abbacchio is out shopping and runs into one of them that she doesn’t have, he kind of just,,,sneakily buys it and puts it on her bed while she’s not there for her to find later

-She has no idea who keeps gifting her these blessings, but she has a feeling that its him hehehe

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I still have this cat stuffy in my room that Jade got me when I was 3 or 4 (but she was like 2 when she “gave” it to me so it was more like our mom bought it lmao) and I named it Kitty because I was super original. When I was 5, I lost it once and refused to sleep for days without it so my parents “found it” which really meant they went and bought me a second one and right after that WE ACTUALLY FUCKING FOUND IT LMAO

But like 6 months later my parents split and now I have one at each of their houses so it works! No Kitty is more superior than the other, I love my children equally😌😌

Listen, I know all y’all have at least ONE toy/item/memento somewhere, even if you haven’t seen it or thought about it in years. And I wanna know what it is.

#ask-c-c-cherry #headcanons #jojo's bizarre adventure #bucci gang #jojo's bizzare adventure golden wind #jjba #toys #plushies #bruno buccellati #bruno bucciarati #leone abbacchio #pannacotta fugo #trish una #giorno giovanna #guido mista #narancia ghirga

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mollydollydreams · 3 years

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Thinking about cnc today but like...in a soft way...not super violent, just...coercive. You're not gonna throw me down while I kick and scream, but you won't have to, because I'm so scared that you might do that or something else that I just do what you say. Then I thought of a scenario but it got somewhere between the two...

I just moved into my own place and you're a friendly older neighbour living across the street. I'm kind of small and not that strong, and you see me through the window struggling to set everything up by myself. After a long day I'm sweaty and tired and hop in the shower, washing myself off, but I totally forgot that I dont have curtains or blinds yet - you can see me stand there oblivious with my back to the window, water spilling over my butt, and you feel yourself get hard. You quickly turn your lights out and take out the zoom lens on your phone, and begin filming me massage the shower cream into various parts of my body. You think how soft I must feel, and begin to stroke yourself, imagining sliding your cock between my butt cheeks. I turn around, facing the window, and absent mindedly rub shower cream on my chest. I begin to touch my nipples a little. You wouldn't really be able to slide your cock between my tits, you think, they're too small. But that's not an issue for you and you keep jerking off as you see me slide one hand below my belly button.

Suddenly you see me make a shocked face as I duck out of the way of the window, then peek round the window frame to see if anyone is around. You laugh to yourself as I dont seem to have seen you, but you get a little frustrated that you didn't get to see more. You rewatch your recorded clip and wish you could have got more detail, so you find some videos of girls who look like me to finish yourself off.

You see me the next day carrying some large bags out of a taxi. I'm not doing a very good job at keeping hold of them, and something small and pink falls out of one. You decide now is a great moment to take a walk, and go outside. You see a light switch flicker on inside, confirming my location, and quickly snatch the item on the ground to put in your pocket. You walk quickly round the block then return home to take a closer look at your find.

Little pink panties, with a Hello Kitty motif and hearts printed all over, lacy edges and a bow in the middle. You feel your cock twitch again and inspect the fabric. You rub it between your fingers - it's soft and smooth, and you imagine what it must feel like covering my pussy. You're getting hard again. You pull and stretch at them, visualising the size of my hips and butt. You look out of the window, but by now I've put my curtains up and you cant see anything. You feel a little resentful - you want to have what you're craving. You put the panties down, put your phone down next to them playing the video of me in the shower, and jerk off hard and fast. You keep your cock pointed at my panties and imagine me in them, so that when you cum you shoot your load all over them, covering them in you.

You dont see much of me for a couple of days. Then you see a truck pull up outside my place - it's a furniture brand. A man gets out of the driver's seat and takes some large flat boxes out of the truck to place by my front door, and you see me open the door to let him in. I look tiny next to him and it's obvious I could never carry them inside by myself, so you see the man pick the boxes up again and take them inside. You take a look at my miniskirt and cami top. The delivery man leaves and you see him looking too. The truck leaves; you decide to be a good neighbour and come say hello. You want to see me more closely.

You knock and wait for me to answer. I open the door, looking a little confused, tucking my hair behind my ear. Already flustered - perfect, you think. You look down at me, realising you can see the outline of my nipples. You introduce yourself and explain that you live across the street, and that you just thought you'd say hi...but wasn't that truck from that furniture place? And dont you have to put those things together yourself? I half heartedly reply that yes it is, and I'm about to put it together so I should really go. You interrupt me to joke that that must be why I look so flustered and ask what it is, and I nervously reply that it's just some shelves. You say you can put that together for me in no time if I'd like. I look a little more nervous and make an excuse that I dont want you to go to any trouble, and begin to back away. You ask if I'm sure, and step forward. I begin to reply and close the door a little, and you know I'm not going to say yes, so you step right in and push the door back at me, stating you just cant leave that work to a young delicate lady such as myself.

I'm visibly stunned but smile a little and slowly close the door behind me. You ask where it all is and I carefully step past you to lead you to the correct room - as I do, you catch my strawberry and vanilla scent, and you watch my butt as you follow behind me. I gesture into a room and you look inside to see it's a bedroom. Not much is set up, but theres a large bed covered in plushies, a dresser covered in makeup and nail polishes, some of those bags of clothing earlier are spilling open with all kinds of skirts and lacy things falling out. Your bedroom, I ask, and I seem embarrassed as I nod.

"Nothing to be shy about," you say. "I'll help you out. Just think of me as your daddy."

As you're working on the shelves, im hovering by the door looking nervous the whole time. You maneuver yourself to "accidentally" knock a screwdriver over towards me and under a chair behind me, and ask if I could grab it for you. I think for a moment before crouching to get it, but it's gone a little too far under. You see me struggle to lean under the chair to pick it up while holding my skirt in place, but the screwdriver is too far and my skirt is too short. You catch a glimpse of two soft folds underneath heart print panties, before it disappears under my skirt again. I resurface looking a little red and come back to hand you the screwdriver - your fingers clasp mine as you take it and thank me. Nearly done, you assure me. At this point I'm more embarrassed about bending over in front of you than I am about leaving a grown man alone in my bedroom, and leave to wait in the lounge.

You finish the shelves in a few minutes, and hear me rustling through some things down the hall. You take a moment to open my drawers and see more character print panties, little pink bras, and cute socks. You bite your lip to collect yourself and call me into the room - I look relieved to see the shelves fully built. You ask me where I want them and push them against the wall where I pointed, easily lifting the furniture and pushing it into place. You turn around to see me smile and relax a little, and thank you for your help.

"Its no problem," you say, looking at me with the bed behind me. You look me up and down and think about pushing me backwards onto it. Casually, you step to the side a little, towards the door. I step closer to you, thinking you're leaving, but you stop and turn around again. "I hope we'll get on well as neighbours then?"

I'm a little surprised. "O-of course! Really appreciate the help!"

You take another step to the side, standing between me and the door, and I stop smiling. You casually close the door and turn back towards me. "Oh, I almost forgot." I take a step back.

I look nervous again, but smile a tiny bit. It's as if I'm trying to convince myself you still mean something innocent. "What is it?"

"Well," you start. You take your phone out of your pocket. "It's just...I thought you should know that I could see into your bathroom the other day."

You show me the video of my shower and my eyes widen. I step back and stutter a little.

"Now dont worry, theres no need to be scared," you say. "Its just you ought to be more careful. It can be dangerous and I'm just letting you know so you can take better care in future." My eyes dart around the room. "What if this got out?"

Now I look terrified and I'm shaking my head. I flinch and whimper as you firmly touch my face and grasp my jaw. "You dont want it to get out, right?"

"N-n-no..."

"Of course not," you say, slipping your phone back into what space is left in your pocket after you've gotten hard. "Now...I'll keep it safe for you. I told you I'd look out for you didn't I? And to think of me as your daddy." You keep hold of my jaw with one hand and begin to u buckle your belt with the other. My eyes well up a little and I stutter something again.

"Shhh it's okay. I'm just going to ask you a favour, since I did you a favour." Your cock is fighting your underwear for freedom and I whisper, "please no..."

You pat your pocket where your phone is. "Then I'll have to post this on the internet. Do you want that? I could find your family. I could send it to your parents." I'm whimpering quietly. "So you're going to do what I tell you then?"

I weakly nod. "What was that?" you ask.

"...Yes."

"Good girl." You let go of my jaw. The second you do, I try to dart under your arm and towards the door, but you step in front of me. I look up at you and you shake your head at me. "Keep your promises."

I step back and stand still, and you let your cock spring free. I look scared as you begin to stroke your length and look me up and down.

"Take off that top, wont you? I wanna see your cute little tits again."

I seem to have resigned myself to doing as you ask. Eyes downcast, I awkwardly pull at it, then pull it up and over my head. Your breathing gets heavier as you see my exposed nipples, and before I can do anything with my top, you hold your hand out expectantly. I'm confused for a moment so you gesture at what I'm holding, and I reluctantly hand you my cami. You sniff it before throwing it on the bed behind me.

"Now your panties."

I bend over as little as possible and shyly remove my panties, my hair falling into my face. You hold your hand out again and this time I already know what to do. You hold it to your face and breathe deeply, then lick the patch that was just touching my pussy. You begin to leak precum as you touch yourself. You look at me standing with my head lowered, bangs in my eyes, crossing my knees under my little plaid skirt, trying to hide my nipples with my hair and hands. You lift my chin to look at my face, and tell me, "Sit on the bed."

You step forward and I instinctively step back, falling backwards onto the bed. I clutch at my skirt to keep it from showing anything as you kneel down in front of me, between my ankles. I move backwards, as far as I can to get away from you, but reach the wall and my collection of teddybears and plushies. You laugh a little and keep slowly jerking yourself.

"Now spread those legs sweetie."

For a moment I dont move.

"Or do I have to push them?"

I slowly move my feet to the side, keeping my knees together, still holding my skirt down with one hand and covering my chest with the other. You smirk at my embarrassment and look expectantly until I move my knees apart too. I push my skirt down over my pussy.

"Now lift up your skirt. Let me see."

A tear rolls down my face as I slowly and reluctantly clutch at my skirt, lifting it just high enough for you to see my bald pussy. You let out a low growl.

"Keep your legs like that," you tell me, smirking and using your precum to lube your cock. "Now daddy needs you to take your hand off your tits and use both hands to hold onto your skirt."

I uncover my nipples and clutch the hem of my skirt, instinctively pulling it a little lower.

"Pull it higher again. Now hold onto it tight and let me take a look."

I hold tighter and you bring a hand between my legs. I whimper and flinch as you touch my lips, spreading a drop of wetness as you run your finger slowly up and down.

"Legs wider." I whimper again and try to force myself to obey, spreading my legs more. It's just enough that my lips part and you can see just how pink I am. You unintentionally buck your hips up and into your hand as you keep stroking your huge cock, and gently touch my pussy and clit with your other hand. You look at me, scared and shaking. You poke one finger inside and listen to me gasp as you slowly rub the inside of my pussy. My legs snap closer again but you stop stroking yourself and hold my knee in place.

"You're very wet there," you say, leaning a little closer. "Keep still." You put in another finger and I let out a tiny sound, somewhere between a whimper and a moan. Your cock twitches with excitement and you lean over me to lick my tits, wet lines from the bottom of my tiny breast up to the nipple and down again, then the same on the other side. You can hear and feel me quivering with fear. You sit back again to look at me.

"Dont be scared, sweetie. You're gonna love it."

You take both my wrists in one hand, pin them above my head, spread my pussy open with your other hand and begin to slide your cock up and down over my lips and clit. You move down and push the tip of your cock into me. You moan and growl at how tight and wet and warm I am, moving a tiny bit. You use both hands to spread my legs apart and push your way in further as I make more of my little noises. You begin to slide in and out, slowly, making sure I feel every inch of every thrust as fully as possible. You feel me get wetter and hotter around your cock. I begin to try to cover myself with my hands again so you lift my ankles onto your shoulders and hold both my wrists either side of my head, looking down at me as you fuck me. My little tits bounce and I cant move at all, as you fuck me a little faster, a little harder, a little faster again. My noises are getting a little loud so you clamp your hand over my mouth. "Shhhhh...this is your favour for me, remember?" You keep going and after a while move your hand to my butt, holding me in place as you pound into me. I turn my head to the side and you bring your hand back up to hold my jaw and make me look you in the eye.

"I'm gonna cum," you say. "I'm gonna cum so hard all inside you, you're gonna be full up of me."

I close my eyes and you kiss me forcefully, pushing your tongue into my mouth and onto mine. The force of your kiss keeps my head in place, your hands hold my wrists in place, and the force of your thrusts and the sheer weight of you leaves no room for me to move at all. I have no choice but to feel you growl and moan into my mouth as you tighten your grip on me and empty your load inside me, ramming up into my pussy and making sure I take it all.

As you calm, you look at me and smile again at my embarrassment. "Good girl," you say right into my ear. You sit back and stretch your neck a little, your cock still inside me. You pull out and watch your cum pour out of me and onto the back of my skirt.

"Good girl," you say again. You stand up and look at me as you put your boxers, jeans and belt back into place like nothing happened. You look at the shelves you built for me earlier, then back at me.

"Let me know if you need any more help," you say. You take your phone out of your pocket. "If not, I'll come back to check on you some time soon."

#fun concept though

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mccoymccoymccoy · 3 years

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Wesley - Fair

A/N: ain’t it convenient that y’never have to wait in a line??

Word count: 2827

“What should we do first?”

The scenery around you was too incredible a sight to respond to your boyfriend’s question. While passing through, the Enterprise had been hailed and invited to come to relax for a bit- there was a fair happening this weekend, they said! The inhabitants were an incredibly peaceful people, but curious, and only wished in return to meet and learn from some of the senior officers. The captain was apprehensive at first, of course, but commander Riker and Wesley had been able to get through to him after organizing a few fully in-depth scans and reports of the planet that proved no ill-intent.

Your mouth was slightly agape at all the colours and attractions surrounding you. There were countless rides- You weren’t sure what most of them were, but they looked absolutely thrilling. Twinkling lights in the evening light, music blaring, people milling around enjoying themselves, the smell of sweet treats drifting towards you… It was all so much to take in. And since the people wanted to speak with the senior officers for a bit before they got a chance to join, you and Wesley had a while to hang out on your own without worrying about his mom coming to check on you.

“Earth to Y/N, you there?” He tapped your shoulder. You turned to the side to face him, and as soon as his eyes met yours he mirrored your grin. It was infectious- there wasn’t anything like this to be excited about on the Enterprise! There was the holodeck, of course, but knowing it’s the real thing brought on a different feeling. “Yeah, I’m here! We’re here! We’re here!” The excitement was practically oozing out of you, it was hard to keep your eyes on Wesley. He giggled and took your hand, which you promptly used to lead him into the mess rather than the other way around. With Wesley being dragged in tow, you marched straight over to a chain of large booths decorated with plush toys to be won. A large Cardassian man stood behind the counter of the first one with an impossibly wide grin.

“Welcome! Know how to play?” He asked, gathering darts to give to you. There were balloons behind him, so you assumed the goal was to hit them, but you shook your head anyway. Wesley stood next to you and leaned on the counter while the man explained. “Red balloons are worth one point, yellow are worth three and blue are worth five. You get five darts,” he paused to hand the darts to you, “and the goal is to get fifteen points. Ready?” You nodded, smiling, then turned to Wesley. “Wanna split?” You held three darts out to him.

“Hard to split an odd number. I’ll go after you, okay?” He curled your fingers over the darts and pushed your hand back. You nodded, then turned back and focused on the balloons. Three blue ones would be most efficient, but you weren’t entirely confident in your skills, and there was far fewer blue than yellow and red. Despite that, it was still the most logical choice to go with. Wesley stepped closer and set a hand on your shoulder as you took a deep breath and aimed for your first blue balloon. Like a rubber band snapping, you shot the dart forward, only to have it hit a yellow one that was nowhere near where you had aimed. “Aw, man!”

“Hey, not bad!” The man offered. You wanted to win, not be patronised! Aiming again, Wesley squeezed your shoulder reassuringly. The next dart hit blue, at which both you and Wesley cheered. Your third and fourth hit yellow, which meant if your last dart hit blue, you’d have just enough points to pick one of the hundreds of plushies surrounding you. “You got this,” Wesley encouraged, by now having his other hand on your back and feeling just as excitedly anxious about your last shot as you. You lined up, aimed straight ahead for the blue balloon that taunted you at the start, and shot… and hit red. A large sigh shook through you, and it truly felt like the world was crumbling! “You did great, for what it’s worth!” Wesley cheered after pressing a sympathetic kiss to your cheek.

“Sorry, kid. Wanna try again?” You shook your head, wrapping an arm around Wesley’s waist for a moment before slipping away behind him. “Your turn,” you said, smiling again. You knew he could do it. And… he did, of course. Not only did he do it, but four of his darts hit blue, amassing a total of 21 points. Naturally. You had to try very hard not to feel insignificant next to him most of the time, but now wasn’t one. You were simply too excited to be here to worry about that. You both cheered at the last balloon, and the man behind the counter laughed before asking: “All right little man, what can I get ‘ya?”

As you giggled at ‘little man,’ a grinning Wesley turned to face you. “Which one do you want?” You smiled, but sighed. “Wes, if I recall correctly- and I’m sure I do because it was just ten seconds ago- you scored the points, not me. What do you want?” He thought for a moment before his eyes lit up like the stars, however, he continued as seriously as he could. “I want whatever you want.” You shook your head and sighed, but smiled a little bit as you vaguely gestured towards the one you had your eyes on. “The big orange tribble?” He prompted, knowing fully well that that wasn’t what you meant. Wesley Crusher? Teasing you? You shook your head exasperatedly. “The rabbit, please?”

He grinned at you and nodded to the man behind the counter, who promptly grabbed the plush rabbit and set it down in front of you. It was a soft and velvety peach colour, with a big white bow around its neck and little white hearts on its paws. You took it, hugged it close, and waved goodbye to the man as Wesley took your hand and started to guide you away from the stall.

“Thanks, Wes,” you said quietly, kissing his cheek quickly as you walked. He smiled at you in return and replied: “No problem. Are you gonna name it?” You hadn’t thought about that yet, and turned your head back to the view around you to consider before looking back at him. “Dunno. You got any suggestions?” He shook his head and looked out ahead.

You walked in comfortable silence for a few moments before stopping in front of a large, colourful, and oddly shaped building. You leaned forward and read the sign on the gate out loud. “Funhouse?” The man standing next to it- this one seemingly human- grinned down at the two of you. “Y’never heard of a funhouse before?” Both of you shook your head this time, wondering what it could mean. Wesley looked at you. “Should we try it?” You nodded, beaming once again and adjusting your hold on the rabbit plush. The man opened the gate, after which the two of you walked through and into the strange structure.

Upon entry, there was an even more colourful room with two hallways to choose between. You chose left, and through that found a room full of warped mirrors. “Y/N, look! You’re taller than me!” Side by side, you were both in front of two different mirrors- his squashed him down to a third of his height, and yours stretched you almost to the ceiling. He laughed, wrapping his arms around your waist and spinning you around- you looked so funny from all the different angles! Regretfully shoving him off, which earned an adorable whine, you prompted him to continue through the house. “C’mon, c’mon! We gotta go check out the other hall!”

Through the other hall was a set of stairs that were each a different height, and on the floor above was a room filled with poles reaching from the floor to the ceiling. You had to weave your way through them to get through to the next room, where you found just a balcony that overlooked the attraction and a ladder not unlike the stairs. While you started to climb the ladder, which was quite difficult to do while holding on to the rabbit, Wesley walked over to the balcony and stood for a moment. “Coming, Wes?”

“Isn’t it pretty?” He looked completely lost in the view. Hopping off the ladder, you stepped over to join him. It was absolutely gorgeous- You could see everything the fair had to offer. You didn’t think you could get sick of it, but you did want to finish this little attraction. “Positively stunning,” you quipped, mocking him though you agreed. “I wish I could see it from higher,” he sighed. Your heart skipped a beat at the thought of going any higher than the next floor. “Higher? Are you crazy?” He smiled at you with furrowed brows and kissed your cheek quickly before slipping away to climb the ladder.

You made your way up as well to find one long room with conveyor belts crossed along the floor and tubes hanging from the ceiling, once again having to navigate through them, only this time with a floor throwing you left and right with each step. Wesley took your hand, and you hopped along behind him, giggling when a tube he pushed out of the way hit you in return.

At the end, there was a slide. Wesley stood aside and gestured for you to get in first, then sitting behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. Yours were around the rabbit, but you shifted one to put a hand over his. “Guess it was more interesting on the outside, huh?” It was more of a statement than a question. “Yeah,” he responded in a small laugh. “Ready?”

You hummed happily in response, and he pushed the two of you down. It seemed like a startlingly long slide- it curled around more times than you cared to count, which was probably why. When you got to the end and stood up, you promptly stumbled forward, and probably would have hit the ground had Wesley not grabbed you and pulled you into his chest. You smiled and enjoyed just being close for a moment before he turned you around and started dragging you forward again.

“Aw, what’s the rush? No hugs for poor ol’ me?” He turned his head to offer a smile for your whining, and you couldn’t help but return it. “Don’t worry. I’ve got a good ride in mind for next, and we’ll be plenty close there.” What was he planning? You passed a food stall that put a little growl in your stomach. Hopefully, whatever it was, you could eat after…

“Here!” You looked up ahead of you to see the one thing you had hoped not to encounter tonight: the Ferris wheel. Your stomach did a somersault, and suddenly, you weren’t quite so hungry. “Wesley, I’m sorry, I really don’t think that’s a great idea.”

“Come on, it’ll be fun! We’ll be able to see everything from up there,” he insisted.

“Wes, please, I-” He pouted, and it was like he cast a spell, because you couldn’t continue saying no when you looked into his eyes. You sighed, pinching your forehead and looking down to your dearest ground. “Fine, fine. Don’t you dare let go of me though, or I swear when we get back down here I’ll just cry on you.”

“Of course!” He grinned and kissed your cheek before tugging you into the car at the bottom of the wheel. A ball of anxiety started growing in your stomach, and you tried your best to ignore it as the lady running the ride locked a bar over your laps. “It’s totally safe, see?” You nodded, tucking the rabbit into the space between your lap and the bar. You looked at him, and he had to try hard to hold back his laughter- your face had gone pale from the fear, and you looked like you would either throw up or punch him at any given moment. “Hand. Now.” Wesley picked up your hand immediately and you scooched closer to be right next to him. “It’ll be nice,” he whispered, wrapping his other arm around you. You had to admit, he did a good job of making sure you felt safe.

The ride started to move and you breathed in sharply. Wesley giggled and rubbed his hand up and down your arm as the ground got further and further away from you. The wheel spun painfully slowly until it stopped about halfway, halting suddenly- the car swayed gently, not doing anything to ease your fears. You snuggled into Wesley’s side and heard him sigh gently. “Y’know how cute you are?”

“Shut up.” You never meant to snap at him, but this was truly pushing your buttons! He chuckled and kissed the top of your head. His next words were softer than you’d heard from him in a while, inviting you to look out at the ground instead of staying curled into his shoulder. You did so, turning your head and peeking with one eye at the sight in front of you. It wasn’t too much yet- you were only about twenty five feet above the ground, what you imagined the third floor of the funhouse must have been. You lifted your head entirely and looked around.

It was fully dark out now, making the contrast between the lights and the sky even prettier than earlier, but otherwise the same. People were still running around, kids were on rides, it still smelled marvellous- just up high, which wasn't necessary to you to enjoy it. “See, if this was the top, this would be fine! Great, even!” As if your fearful words had prompted it, the wheel began to move again, causing you to withdraw into Wesley’s shoulder again.

The seconds seemed to last a lot longer while waiting for it to reach the dreaded top. But it did, and you did not move an inch. Wesley shook your shoulder gently, giggling at your clinginess. “How do you manage living in space, hanging in an infinite void, but you’re afraid of heights?” You looked up at him, blushing with frustration. He did have a point.

“It’s different! In space, you’re not stuck in an open seat fifty feet above the ground!” You gestured around you, and he smiled.

“I mean, there is always a small possibility of losing control and crashing into a planet.”

“Shut up, Wesley! Just hold me.”

“Could I do you one better?”

Before you could ask what he meant, he was kissing you. It wasn’t the first time you’d really kissed, instead of just little forehead or cheek pecks, but it sure felt different. He pulled away too quickly, though, at which you pouted. “Ah, was that- was that okay? I should’ve let you answer first, I’m sorry, I just thought it would be romantic to take you up here, and-”

You cut him off with a kiss of your own, squeezing his hand tightly and bringing your other one over to cup his cheek. He smiled against your lips and broke away for a moment. “See? Not so bad up here,” He cooed, moving his own free hand to mimic yours and brushing his thumb over your cheek. You blushed, knowing fully well you were still paralyzed by fear. “Not so bad no. I’d still rather kiss you on the ground, though.” Wesley smiled at you. “Is that a promise?” Cheeky boy! You leaned into his side again, taking his free hand into yours. “Sure,” you started, smiling at the thought. “It can be.”

For as slowly as the seconds seemed to move before, they seemed to slip between your fingers now- the ride started moving backward, rolling you down to the last quarter mark. There was a comfortable, content silence. If you tried to categorize it, you’d call it light and fluffy, maybe. Wesley was absentmindedly brushing his thumb over your hand, and you started to match your breathing to his to ease the anxiety that was still sitting in your stomach. Before you knew it, though, it was moving down again, and when it stopped at the ground, a wave of relief rushed through you.

“See? We lived!” You giggled and punched him playfully in the chest, but thought for a moment. You swallowed hard, knowing what you were about to say was likely to make you feel even worse.

“Should we go up again? We didn’t really get to see the view like you wanted.”

Wesley beamed at that. He nodded, tightening his arm around you and kissing your temple. The car started moving again, and this time, it didn’t seem so scary.

#star trek #star trek x reader #star trek imagine #wesley crusher #wesley crusher x reader #wesley crusher imagine

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apenapaperandadoofus · 3 years

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This was made for my wonderful pal @dis-gorl! Here ya go and I hope ya enjoyed it~ 💕💕

Please ignore the typos it's 3am lol

100 Days (Saeyoung x MC)

You quickly got up from bed as soon as you heard your alarm go off. You hated waking up early, mostly because you were not a morning person, but today was special. Today, you celebrated 100 days if being with the love of you life, Saeyoung.

It had been tough road to get where you are now, but thanks to hard effort and of course, love, you managed to make it through all the challenged the world seemed to throw at you.

You immediately put on your cutest clothes, and made your hair in the way he liked it the most. Today, you were going to spoil the heck out of that man~

You quickly went outside and bought some PhD Pepper, both if your favorite candy, your favorite movies and a small bento box -this one you had made yourself, weeks before having practiced over and over how to make the perfect meal, with hearts and smiley faces and everything Saeyoung liked that wasn't trash food. You had to admit that for now being an expert with cooking you did an amazing job.

You immediately got a ride to Saeyoung's home. You slowly made your way to the door, your face blushing a bit and your hand trying to fix a strand of fair away from your face.

You stood in front of the door waiting for it to immediately open like it always did ever since Saeyoung adjusted it to obey your voice too, but this time it didn't seem to move.

You tried looking around, confused, and then tried to open the door once again.

It wouldn't buckle.

That was strange.

You quickly took your phone out, and leaning against the door texted your boyfriend, trying to ask where he was without being too obvious you had come to visit him.

You immediately got a reply back.

"Me and Saeran decided to go in an impromptu brother's trip!~ Look! Saeran caught a big fish!"

Immediately after that came a picture of a selfie Saeyoung took with Saeran in the background (he was indeed holding a big ass fish.) The second one he sent was of him currently getting smacked in the face with said fish while Saeran seemed to scream something at him.

You chuckled at the sight, but immediatly felt your heart tighten as you realized that, Saeyoung wasn't here and most importantly, that he had forgotten about the anniversary.

It wasn't something you had discussed with him before, but all couples in korea knew and did this tradition, so you just assumed Saeyoung would know it too.

As you bit your bottom lip trying not to cry, Saeyoung sent you one last message telling you that you had left something in the house, and that if you wanted to go and get it that the back yard door was open, and only opened for your voice.

You felt confused as to what you could've possibly left inside, and debated wether to go in or not....you were feeling pretty down.

But maybe going to Saeyoung's room and putting his clothes on while sleeping on his bed wrapped in blankets might help. And you could eat his food, as a bit of revenge for forgetting something so important.

You quickly made your way through the backyard and opened the door. The first thing you saw was a small red string, with a small note attached to it.

Ohoho~ Surprise surprise my sweet 606! Wanna play a game?? Of course you do! Now, all you have to do is follow the red string all the way to the house. Once you've collected all the pieces of paper, in the end of your journey you will find a key that will lead you to your secret treasure! Have fun~

You felt your stomach do a flip as you read the note over and over again. He....he had something planned? Oh how fun! You squealed as you followed the piece of red string near the garden, which Saeran had been tending to ever since he arrived. You immediately found the first note with a flower attached to the back, and it said, in small letters in the top: Reasons why I love you.

In Saeyoung's messy handwriting you made out what it said.

1. I love your smile.

You flushed red and tried to hide your face in your hands. You giggled as you put the note in your bag along with the flower carefully, and followed the red string towards a big tree in the yard. It used to be very lonely and depressing, but thanks to Saeran he managed to make the whole place look absolutely wonderful!

You found the second note with your favorite candy attached on the side. It said:

2. I love you be because make my heart smile.

Yoh let out a small chuckle and happily ate the candy while following the red thread. Quickly you found number 3, with a cute plushie of a cat next to it.

3. Because with you I can truly be myself.

You made your way through the garden, each time collecting more and more notes and small items.

4. When we're together you make all my problems disappear.

9. Because you make me feel like I'm the only person in the whole universe~

You made your way inside the house through the backdoor and went into the living room.

14. Because you're always there for me, no matter what

17. Because you are yourself with me.

25. Because you encourage me after I've failed.

29. Because you love me and my family! Even though we're crazy!

34. You always make time for the two of us.

You went inside the living room and found a big teddy bear laying on the couch and smiled, picking up the next note.

37. You take care of me and spoil me~

40. Because you are determined to make this relationship work, and you always give it your best.

46. When you laugh it makes me laugh!

49. Because your arms feel more like home than any house ever did

50. You always keep your promises.

53. You have the ability to comfort me simply by your touch.

56. When things don't go as planned you always roll with it, instead of getting stressed.

59. Because you always swap the wet towels for dry ones when you know I'm showering.

64. You always believe in me and inspire me.

69. Because your are so sexy and I can't believe I get to call you mine. (☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞

You let out a laugh and then gasped as you looked at the kitchen. The table was a lined up with your favorite food and dishes and drinks. You put your part of the food in the table and had to debate wether or not to keep going. The food looked way too delicious...but you had do wait for Saeyoung. With a determined step you kept going down the hall.

71. I love you because you picked me.

75. You are sweeter than any PhD Pepper, or Honey Buddha Chips. I'd chose you over them any time.

78. You have the courage to chase your dreams.

80. You make an effort with my friends and family because you know they matter to me.

81. I love you because you gave me the gift of yourself.

84. Because you make me feel special.

87. You are my best friend in the whole world.

88. I will love you forever.

90. You make all my dreams come true.

You felt your heart melt as you walked down the hall and into the spare rooms, slowly walking up to Saeyoung's room.

91. Because I can't imagine life without you.

92. You don't just tell me you love me, you show me.

93. You never give up on me, even when I'm at my worst.

Closer.

94. You care about the people around you.

95. You are smokin hot!

96. I love your snuggles.

You were now passing the bathroom, and after that, came Saeyoung's room. You felt your heart start beating faster and faster.

97. You still give me butterflies.

Closer.

98. Your hand fits perfectly in mine

The only thing you could hear was the quick thumping of your heart.

99. I love that I get to go through life with you....

The last note had a key attached with a red string. You grabbed it and opened the door.

Your eyes took a moment to adjust to the darkness of the room, but you saw the curtains were drawn, and that in the roof there were holograms of dancing stars and planets.

There was a small fort in the middle, and you gasped as you saw Saeyoung standing there, a big goofy smile in his face.

You felt your cheeks heat up as he made his way towards you, pulling you into the room. He grabbed your hands and squeezed them, looking deep into your eyes.

"I love you because...." He whispered, and kissed your forehead. "You have taught me...." He kissed your cheek. "The true meaning...." He kissed your nose. "Of love..." And then, he locked your lips against yours in a chaste kiss.

You wrapped your arma around his neck and melted deeper and deeper into the kiss, making Saeyoung sigh in happiness. When the two of you ran out of breath, he quickly held on finger up and dug for something in his pockets.

He took out a small box and opened it's showing a beautiful red ring with small diamonds on the side (looking like stars) and caressed your cheek.

"MC." He said. You nodded.

"I...you've truly made me the happiest man alive. I would've never thought I'd ever be able to have something like this...to have someone i get to call my own...but thanks to you, everything seems possible now. I've found my brother. I'm happier. I have someone I love and cherish. I...I don't exactly know much about this... anniversary, but I read about promise rings and...well...." He quickly took the ring out and gently placed it in your finger, kissing your knuckles. "I promise, from now on, to always be by your side. To love you, no matter what, and to cherish you and adore you and spoil you. I will love you forever, my dear 606."

You let out a happy sigh and immediately wrapped your arms around Saeyoung, then kissed his nose and his forehead and his cheeks, muttering how much you loved him, how happy you were.

*Oh Saeyoung! This is...this is absolutely wonderful! Thank you, I... I love you so much!!!" You kissed him again, making him laugh and then, in one swift movement pick you up and twirl you around and around.

"I love you too! More than anything in the universe!"

That afternoon, after having some fun times in the bedroom and watching a movie (well, tried to, you kept getting distracted since he would kiss you every five seconds) inside the beautiful fort he had made, you had dinner and spent the whole time in each other's company, every once in a while kissing you and hugging you tight.

Thay night you spent it in each other's arms, happily hugging and whispering words of love yo each other.

Now you couldn't wait until you celebrated your 200 day anniversary!

#mystic messenger #saeyoung choi #mysme #choi bois #hope ya liked it ;D #and that it made your heart go doki doki #I'll edit it later tho since its 3AM AJSBDBD I GOTTA GO TO BED

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styw · 3 years

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Alice in the Wonderland

Can I have Chaeyoung?

"Do you wanna watch movies with me?" Jisoo hummed, looking up from her book, and found the most colored brown sincere eyes.

"Movies?" She repeats, closing her book, and sets it aside.

The owner of the colored brown eyes nodded eagerly, "Movies." She smiles cutely at the brunette.

God, Jisoo felt like she's going to have a heart attack from it.

Jisoo smiles softly, "Sure, baby. I think I'm free on that."

She wasn't. In fact, she has tons of assignments to do later, but she'll ditch it. At least for now, she hasn't been spending time with her chipmunk girlfriend and maybe, maybe it's time for Jisoo to make up with the strawberry blonde with it.

"Yes!" The strawberry blonde pumped her fist in the air making Jisoo grin at her silliness.

"Are you that excited to spend the night watching movies with me?" Jisoo asks, propping her chin on her palm, and grinned teasingly at the strawberry.

"Of course," Chaeyoung replies, taking the opposite seat of her girlfriend, "You're too glued on your school works, Soo. And as your girlfriend!" She winks, "As your girlfriend, it is my duty to make you feel relaxed for once, ya know. Plus, Alice misses you already."

"And you don't?"

Chaeyoung blushed, breaking the contact away from the brunette, "Of course. I miss you, Jisoo." She whispered softly, feeling a sudden wave of heat on her cheeks and hid behind her palms.

"Ah, stop making me blush." She whines between her palms.

Jisoo giggles, reaching out to hold both of her lover's wrists. Setting it aside, Jisoo leans closer to plant a small kiss on her lips. Making the strawberry pout, with puppy eyes, and asking for more.

"What?" Jisoo chuckles, "We're in public. I can't just have a make out with you here." She says, bursting more in laughter. Teasing Chaeyoung is one of amusing things Jisoo loves to do.

Chaeyoung rolled her eyes at her lover, huffing, but nodding in defeat afterwards. As much as she wants to make out with her here, she knows Jisoo is quite strict and prefers to be private.

"Anyway, Five o'clock in the afternoon, okay? Don't forget."

Jisoo nods with a smile, reaching out to pinch her girlfriend's cheek, "Yes, yes. Noted, ma'am."

Chaeyoung grins, leaning closer on her girlfriend's touch, before rising up from her seat. Planting a small kiss on the brunette's forehead before leaving Jisoo in the library alone.

Jisoo, who is left alone, only giggled at her girlfriend's cute antics, and focused back on her anatomy book.

She's sure she's going to spend a long night in the Park's residence.

A few hours passed. The school time was over and it was time for Jisoo to head over to her dorm to change before making her way to the Park's residence.

A movie date with Chaeyoung wouldn't be complete if she's not bringing their favorite snacks: Pizzas and Hot Cheetos.

"I'm guessing you're coming home late tonight?" Jisoo looked over her shoulder and found a sharp cat-eyed girl laying down in the bed.

Jisoo chuckles, "Probably. Chaeyoung asked me out to watch movies with her. Her parents aren't home, so she's alone with her sister, and I'm accompanying her," She says, focusing on herself in the mirror then taking off her blazer and folding it neatly, then putting it on her closet.

Jennie hummed, "Okay..." Jennie mutters.

There was a brief silence between them and Jisoo knew Jennie had something to tell her. They've been living together since highschool already and admit or not, Jisoo could read Jennie like an open book. The cat-eyed girl was very easy to read.

Jennie sighs, catching Jisoo's attention. The brunette sighs in defeat, "Alright, fine. Lisa can come here," She says, taking a piece of plushie for later, because she knows the strawberry would need it, "But please don't do it on my bed."

"Hey!" Jennie growls. A big pink tint of shade on her cheeks, throwing a pillow, and Jisoo burst in laughter before blocking it.

The cat-eyed girl was furiously blushing on the bed and Jisoo was still bursting in laughter from the teasing.

"We're not gonna do it, okay? I'm just going to spend some quality night with my girlfriend. I miss her."

"You're looking like a whipped puppy right now, Jen." Jisoo shivers, rolling her eyes in the process.

"You're saying that as if you're not a lovesick puppy when it comes to Chaeyoung."

Jisoo chuckles once again, taking a glance at herself in their full body mirror. A white shirt and a black pyjama pants wouldn't sound so bad. She then turns her body to Jennie.

"What do you think?"

"Your outfit screamed like you're actually living in her home,"

"I'll take that as a "You look good in that outfit" compliment, Jen." She air quotes before taking her slipper sandal, "Anyway. I'll see you later, Jen." Jennie hummed, “Don’t come back, okay.”

Jisoo rolled her eyes at her roommate’s remark and left the dorm along with her belongings. She has already ordered the pizza and it will be delivered at Chaeyoung's place. Knowing it'll take for them an hour to choose a movie, Jisoo told the restaurant to be delivered around six o'clock. Chaeyoung doesn't like it when her pizza is cold.

After taking a couple of daydreams on the sidewalk, finally, Jisoo has reached her destination: The Park's residence.

She has been dating Chaeyoung for two years, almost three years, and until now, she's still not used to visiting the Park's residence. Her legs just won’t stop shaking and it’s getting annoying.

Don't get her wrong, she has been visiting, but she just couldn't get used to the grand mansion whenever she stands in front of the house.

Whenever she sees it, she couldn't help, but to wonder: How the hell did she bend the straightest church girl in the school and how did she get her? Jisoo doesn't know. She was just your typical student, whose face is always glued on academics, not interested in love until Chaeyoung came and made a miracle on Jisoo’s life.

Chaeyoung has turned her from a puppy whose face is always glued on the academics to a lovesick puppy, but still focusing on the academics.

Since then, Jisoo's days have been getting better and better, and she's always looking forward whenever it involves Chaeyoung.

Oh lord, Park Chaeyoung and her effect on Kim Jisoo.

Jisoo takes a step back, knocking on the door, and moments pass. The door flew open revealing a strawberry blonde girl who's still on her uniform. Her hair is a little bit messy and Jisoo wonders why.

"Hi," Chaeyoung greets, biting her lower lip at her girlfriend.

Jisoo cocks her head at the side, blinking at her girlfriend, "You're still on your uniform?"

Chaeyoung nods, then flashes a toothy smile at Jisoo, "I was picking Alice up from the school and I don't really have time to change clothes." She sheepishly says.

Jisoo nods, flashing a small smile then proceeds to come inside, "I called the Pizza. It'll be here in a moment," She says, turning her body at Chaeyoung then smiled, "How about you change into some comfortable clothes first while I prepare the food for later."

Chaeyoung pouts attempting to say something, but stopped when she sees Jisoo squinting her eyes at her, "Don't be hard-headed, Chae. Go on, okay? I can handle this."

"Okay..." She surrendered, turning her back, and made her way to her room like a child.

Jisoo smiles, her eyes following Chaeyoung's figure then ties her hair in a diligent manner before proceeding to the kitchen and preparing some snacks. A movie without snacks is big no no to the duo and speaking of watching movies, Jisoo wonders what Chaeyoung picked this time.

She hopes the latter wouldn't pick some scary movies, because seriously, the last time they had scary movies alone in the house (Alice is sleeping in Chaeyoung's grandmother's house). Chaeyoung was crying nonstop, regretting, and wouldn't sleep unless Jisoo would lay to bed with her.

Gosh, sometimes, her lover could be so dramatic, but Jisoo doesn't mind. She doesn't blame Chaeyoung either. Chaeyoung was genuine scared and She doesn't mind putting up with Chaeyoung's drama. It was amusing and fun to tease the strawberry blonde about it, though there are at times she would be filled up with worry.

"Unnie!" Feeling small hands wrapped around Jisoo's waist, Jisoo looked over her shoulder, and found the owner of the brown eyes, same as Chaeyoung, "Alice," Jisoo calls out, smiling widely.

"I miss you!" Alice says, breaking into loud laughter when Jisoo starts to lift her and snuggle closer to her neck.

"I miss you too, kiddo," Jisoo says, gently placing Alice down on the floor, "How's school?" She asks, focusing back on what she's preparing.

"It was fine," Alice says, grinning a little and Jisoo takes notice of it, "That's good. Did the notebook I left with you helped you a lot?"

Alice nods, "Uh-huh, it did! Unnie helps me read them." She says brightly, tugging Jisoo's shirt, then shows her palms filled with ink stars.

"Teacher got me this!"

Jisoo parted her lips in amazement before smiling proudly, "I'm so proud of you, dude." Jisoo says, taking out something out of her pocket.

She was supposed to give this to Alice later, but she couldn't wait anymore, "Remember the bracelet you loved so much when we were passing by on the streets?"

Alice nods then widened her eyes in shock at her unnie, "Did you buy it for me?" She asks, stars starting to be visible on her eyes. Twinkling like there's no tomorrow in happiness.

Jisoo nods, taking out the bracelet with a wide smile and giving it to Alice, "It's my early birthday gift for you. Happy birthday, Alice."

"Thank you unnie!" Alice says, jumping in happiness at Jisoo.

Jisoo giggled, opening her mouth to say something, but was cut off when someone talked first.

"What did I miss?" Chaeyoung asks, appearing out of the blue in the kitchen.

Chaeyoung was wearing her pink silky pyjamas and seriously, Jisoo couldn't help, but wonder how the heck Chaeyoung could make her outfit scream like it came from Saint Laurent. If only Chaeyoung is not pursuing Law, she would be a supermodel and an ambassador of Saint Laurent. Models should be thankful Park Chaeyoung chose Law instead of modelling.

"Unnie got me bracelet!" Alice shouts, showing Chaeyoung the bracelet Jisoo bought for her.

Jisoo snapped at herself, blinking as she did in the process, and glanced at her girlfriend who's interacting with her sister in a sweet manner.

Jisoo smiled. Jisoo was never good with kids, but ever since Chaeyoung introduced Alice to her, she was scared at first, but as time passed, Chaeyoung taught her how to be less scary and how to actually be nice with kids, and get into their nice side. Chaeyoung loves children so much that it also made Jisoo to love them too.

"You have homework?" Alice nods, "Don't worry. I can handle it unnie, cause I'm a big girl!" Alice shouts before running to her room, leaving the duo in the kitchen alone, proud smiles are prominent on their facial features, and their eyes follow the child's figure.

When they see Alice's silhouette starts to disappear. Chaeyoung immediately ran to her girlfriend with a big smile prominent on her facial feature.

Jisoo being a whipped puppy, she opens her arms, and starts to caress, and draw small circles at the strawberry blonde's back.

"You're so clingy, Chae." She comments.

Chaeyoung hummed, snuggling closer at the brunette's neck, "Get used to it, dummy."

Jisoo chuckles, both of them stayed silent, and stayed in that position for a moment. After a couple of seconds, Jisoo was the first one to break the contact, making Chaeyoung feel a little bit cold, despite the long sleeve covering her skin.

"Help me?" Jisoo asks, handing the hot cheetos on Chaeyoung's hands.

Chaeyoung immediately took it, "By the way, I already paid for the pizza." She says making Jisoo frown in disapprovement. Attempting to say something, Chaeyoung leans closer, shutting Jisoo off, "You can pay me back with kisses." She says, wriggling both of her eyebrows at Jisoo.

Jisoo shakes her head, sighing as she did, and chuckle in defeat, "Alright."

The two start to sit down on the couch. Jisoo, who knew fully well how Chaeyoung couldn't wait when it came to food, she gave the first slice to the strawberry blonde before proceeding with hers.

"So what are we watching?"

"As above, as below." Chaeyoung replies, her eyes glistening in happiness and taking a bite on her hawaiian pizza.

Jisoo gave Chaeyoung a look, hesitant, "That sounds like a horror movie."

"That's because it is a horror movie. I heard from Lisa that it's good." She says, finding Jisoo's eyes when she turned her head towards the brunette.

"I'm fine with horror, babe, but are you sure we're going to watch this? The last time we watched a horror movie, you were having nightmares about it."

Chaeyoung shooks her head, "Not this time. Plus, Lisa said it's not that scary, it's just thrilling."

Sighing in defeat, Chaeyoung looked so determined, so maybe it’s different today. Jisoo nods at her girlfriend before patting the seat beside her, "Alright. You better not regret it, okay?"

"You bet," Chaeyoung flashes a smirk, "I won't."

Okay, it was a mistake. Chaeyoung should have known that Lisa is an angel in disguise, she should have known that the movie is so scary that it made her eat her own words.

Why is she watching this movie again? Oh yeah, it's because Jisoo loves horror movies and she wanted to impress and show her girlfriend that she was not the Chaeyoung that used to get scared whenever they watch a horror movie together.

Seeing a sudden jumpscare appeared out of nowhere, Chaeyoung couldn't help, but to widen her eyes and squeal in horror. Jisoo, who's on the side, widened her eyes, and jumped on her seat when she heard Chaeyoung squeal in horror.

In instinct, Jisoo immediately turned off the TV and faced her girlfriend who's already crying. She opened her mouth, about to say something when Chaeyoung rose up from her seat, and made her way to the stairs leaving Jisoo alone, stunned on their couch.

Blinking for a moment, Jisoo was back on herself though she's not really sure what had happened. She rises up from her seat, immediately following Chaeyoung in her personal room.

When she reached the strawberry's room, Chaeyoung was already lying on the bed, burying her head on the pillow as she sobbed softly. Jisoo, who got worried, slowly approached her girlfriend. She starts to pat the strawberry blonde's back and before she knew it, the two of them were engulfed in silence.

"I'm sorry, I'm so dramatic..." Chaeyoung murmured, her voice muffled on the pillow.

Jisoo smiles, "You're not dramatic, Chae," She says, "You're just scared."

Chaeyoung shakes her head, her face still buried in the pillow, "I'm so annoying." She says, taking a peek over her shoulder, and Jisoo's saw how Chaeyoung's lips were turning to quivering pout.

She frowned, "You're not annoying, babe." She retorted.

"I am,"

"Okay. Listen," Jisoo takes a deep breath, "Trust me, you don't want me creating an online presentation to convince you that you're not annoying." Jisoo softly laughed at her joke, but she's seriously going to do it, "But seriously, Chaeyoung. You're not annoying, okay?" She assured Chaeyoung.

There was no response coming from the strawberry blonde and Jisoo only stayed silent. Waiting for the strawberry blonde patiently on the floor with her legs crossed.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't be the girl who you want to enjoy horror movies with... I've tried to be tough, but I just couldn't..." Chaeyoung whispered, sitting up from her position and started to wipe her own tears stain on her cheeks.

Jisoo smiles softly, taking Chaeyoung's hands on hers, "Chaeyoung," She calls out, planting small kisses on the strawberry blonde's hand, "You're such an idiot, Chae... You don't have to do that. You don't have to force yourself to watch horror movies just to impress me," Jisoo said, "I don't know if you know this, but you've always made me impressed with little things about you silently." She paused, looking up meeting with the strawberry blonde's eyes.

"So don't pull that scheme again, okay? You're making me worry about you, silly." Jisoo softly chuckles, "Now, let's watch tangled and ignore that crappy movie Lisa recommended to you,"

"After that, could we watch some documentaries too?"

"Of course, Chae." Jisoo laughs.

Chaeyoung has this small obsession when it comes to netflix documentaries, so of course, she'll watch it with the chipmunk, although there are times it would become boring. She doesn’t mind, as long as she’s with Chaeyoung.

Noticing the small sound created by the raindrop when it collided with the window. Jisoo turns her gaze at it. Looks like she couldn't go home to her dorm at this moment.

"It's starting to rain hard," She says.

"It is," Chaeyoung replies, her eyes glued at Jisoo's side profile.

What did she do in her past life to deserve an angel like Jisoo?

At this moment, Chaeyoung wanted to thank the Gods for giving her this angel in disguise.

Jisoo was so beautiful, starting from her hair that is streaming down like how the waterfall streamed naturally, her eyelashes, her eyes, her plump lips that are slightly parted, her ears and her voice.

Everything about her was so beautiful.

"Jisoo."

Feeling so overwhelmed, in a beat, Chaeyoung crawled her way to Jisoo's arms. Feeling the brunette's beating heart and the brunette's warm embrace, protective arms around her.

"You're so warm..." Closing her eyes as Chaeyoung snuggled closer. Jisoo hummed in response, letting Chaeyoung hear her beating heart that is beating erratically from the contact.

All of a sudden, Jisoo flipped the switch, and this time, before Chaeyoung could know. Jisoo has pushed her slightly and Jisoo's head is now positioning itself on Chaeyoung's chest. Hearing the strawberry blonde's heart beating erratically.

It was the same as her. Both of their hearts were beating erratically in the same rhythm.

"You're warm too..." Chaeyoung smiles softly, wrapping her arms around the brunette.

Jisoo looked up, meeting the eyes of the strawberry who's looking the same way as her.

Jisoo couldn't help, but to feel overwhelmed by that gaze, so with a smile, she leaned closer to capture the sweet plump lips with hers.

There is it again, the rush of helplessness that Chaeyoung feels whenever Jisoo kisses her with passion and love. Chaeyoung closes her eyes, savoring the moment she's feeling, it was soft at first, and then, before Chaeyoung knew, it was becoming swift. The intensity has made Chaeyoung cling her arms around Jisoo's neck as the only solid thing to hold in an alluring dizzy world.

For a moment, when she felt the brunette stopped. It was Chaeyoung's turn to take over and she couldn't help, but to grin between their kisses when Jisoo tried to fight off her. Their kiss was innocent at first, but the more they kissed, and sucked each other's tongue. The kiss was becoming more intense, but the passion and love was still present.

"Jisoo," She gasped, feeling the warm hands of her lover beneath her pink top pyjamas.

Breathing deeply, Jisoo bit her lower lip at the moan and continued to plant small kisses on the strawberry's neck, trailing it down to her chest down to her stomach.

"Jisoo," She whispered, this time laced with neediness.

Holding her lover's cheek, she pulled Jisoo to hers and kissed the brunette deeply. Jisoo was so consumed, she was so consumed to the point that she didn't notice Chaeyoung had flipped the switch between them.

Jisoo groaned, feeling the strawberry on top of her. Chaeyoung was flashing a smirk at her lover, slowly unbuttoning her top pyjamas. Jisoo's eyes have remained glued at God's greatest creation that is in front of her and before Jisoo could stare furthermore.

Chaeyoung kissed her, it was slow and gentle, but she was sure it was filled with sincere love, and care.

Jisoo groaned, feeling Chaeyoung's hands knotting her fist on her shirt, pulling her harder against her. Jisoo groaned softly, on her throat, and then her arms circled her, gathering her against her, and they rolled on the floor, tangled together, and still kissing.

"You're so beautiful, Chaeyoung," Jisoo whispered, leaning closer, specifically on Chaeyoung's ear, "Very." She repeats as she softly sets aside the bra and takes one of Chaeyoung's nipples on her mouth and softly sucks it.

Chaeyoung bit her bottom lip, shivering, and feeling her legs are starting to turn jelly.

"Let me hear you, Chae..."

Jisoo's hands were not stopping. It was so hot, consuming, and Chaeyoung couldn't help, but to look down and meet her lover's eyes whose eyes never left her.

Despite the hair sticking, because of the sweats, Jisoo didn't let that bother her. Instead, she kept her pace right and took it between her thumb and forefinger and tugs and twisted it gently.

"Ah, Jisoo!" She groans.

Jisoo didn't stop, and continued slowly, leisurely. Chaeyoung was groaning and her moans were the only thing that echoed in her room.

"Jisoo, please..." She whispered.

"Please what?"

Chaeyoung whines, "You know where."

Jisoo smiles for a second before distancing herself away from Chaeyoung. Immediately feeling the lack of warmth when her lover distanced herself, Chaeyoung couldn't help, but whine, but at the same time gulp at the sight.

Jisoo was dragging her shirt over her head, throwing it somewhere nearby around them and unhooked her own bra. She then hooks her thumbs into her pyjama pants and gently pulls them and her panties down her legs.

"Felt so hot there, baby." She says, leaning closer once again to imprisoned Chaeyoung's lips with hers. As Jisoo's lips were distracting Chaeyoung, the brunette's hands were slowly pulling the pants down and hooked her thumb on the strawberry blonde's panties, she gently pulls them down her legs, and stopped making Chaeyoung's breath hitched.

"What do you want me to do now?"

"Stop being a tease, Jisoo." Chaeyoung hissed, impatient, and Jisoo chuckled in response.

Chaeyoung knew Jisoo was testing her, she was teasing her, and it would be a lie if she says she wasn't aroused by it.

Chaeyoung bit her bottom lip, a little bit embarrassed, but quickly pointed at the apex of her thighs, and of course, Chaeyoung wouldn't miss that wicked grin that is plastered on Jisoo's lips.

"Naughty," Jisoo chuckles.

Then Jisoo kisses her, unleashing her tongue, her joy-ravishing expert tongue. Chaeyoung groaned and fisted her hand into the brunette's hair. She doesn't stop, her tongue circling on her clitoris.

God, she felt like she's in cloud-nine. It's so overwhelming and driving her crazy.

"Jisoo, please," Chaeyoung cried out. Not wanting to stand up as she doesn't have the strength to do so.

"Please what, Chaeyoung?"

"Make love to me."

"I am making love to you, Chaeyoung," Jisoo whispered, grinning slightly.

Sudden boldness forming inside of the strawberry, she shook her head, "No, not that... baby... I want you inside me."

The magnificent, sweet torture was still present and Chaeyoung couldn't help but to release a soft moan.

"Come on, Jisoo,"

Jisoo stops, distancing herself for a minute, and Chaeyoung could see at the corner of the brunette's lips glistened with the evidence of her arousal.

Chaeyoung blushed.

"Be patient, Attorney Park." The brunette murmured, licking her lips altogether, and locked eyes with the strawberry who's looking at her with plead.

"Cute." Jisoo says, leaning closer once again, and starts trailing wet kisses from the strawberry's stomach to the apex of her thighs.

Chaeyoung closes her eyes, feeling the fullness, the elegant feeling of Jisoo's warmth, possession, and love. In instinct, she tilted her pelvis up to meet the brunette's pace, to join with Jisoo, groaning and moaning loudly. It was ecstasy, she was the definition of euphoria and when Jisoo eases her long fingers back and very slowly was what Chaeyoung drove crazy.

Shit, shit, and shit. She chanted those words on her head as she clinged her arms at the brunette's neck and played with her hair. Jisoo was slowly moving in her fingers and out again.

"Jisoo, faster... faster, please Jisoo." She mewled.

Jisoo gazed down at Chaeyoung's eyes in triumph and held the blonde's cheek with her other hand, and pulled her closer to kiss her hard. Chaeyoung moaned in her mouth, feeling the intensity getting faster and faster, but instead of two, Jisoo did three. Jisoo sets a pounding rhythm and Chaeyoung starts to quicken, her legs tensing on the brunette.

"Give it to me, Chaeyoung." She whispered in her ear.

Chaeyoung was feeling overwhelmed, rolling her eyes back, and finally, she exploded, magnificently, mind-numbingly, into million pieces around Jisoo, and Jisoo stopped.

Jisoo collapses on top of her, her head buried on Chaeyoung's neck. Chaeyoung closed her eyes, feeling fulfillment from their naughty activity, and feeling the warmth of her life. Both stayed like that for a couple of minutes, a couple of minutes in being each other's arms and peacefulness.

Chaeyoung opens her eyes when she feels her lover move slightly and gaze up into the face of the woman she loves. Jisoo's expression is soft, tender, and satisfied. The brunette leans closer, strokes her nose against Chaeyoung.

"I love you." She whispered, placing a gentle kiss on the strawberry blonde's lips and eases out herself on the blonde.

"I love you too, Jisoo."

And their day goes on like that. Both of them fell into deep slumber, side by side on Chaeyoung’s bed.

Jisoo was the first one to wake up, sober from what they’ve done a while ago. She planted a small note, saying she’ll leave, because both of them have classes later, on the nightstand table and leaned closer to plant a gentle kiss on the strawberry blonde’s lips before making her way out of the Park’s residence.

When both of them were done preparing for their breakfast routine and readied themselves for their classes.

Chaeyoung wouldn't miss the satisfied smirk that is prominent on her girlfriend's face when she sees the blonde wearing turtleneck all of a sudden.

Jennie, who noticed the smirk on Jisoo's face, she flashed a smirk and nudged Jisoo on the waist.

"I see, you got laid there, huh." She teased.

Jisoo rolled her eyes, "Don't act like I also didn't catch you and Lisa sharing a bed together, naked underneath the blanket, Jen." She retorted with a teasing grin.

Jennie rolled her eyes and their day went from papers, to projects, to orals, and finally it was time to go home. Jisoo had managed to finish all of her tasks and now, she's stress free or at least that's what she thought.

She was supposed to go home together with Chaeyoung, stop by Chaeyoung's place perhaps for dinner, but Mr. Lee ruined it all.

"It's okay, Soo. You can just catch up with Alice and I, okay. We'll wait for you," Her girlfriend said, assuring the brunette who's pouting.

"Okay." Jisoo says, sighing as she starts to do what Mr. Lee told her to do.

It was around six o'clock when she was done with Mr. Lee's doings and since she was done, that means she's free to go now. Informing Mr. Lee that she finished the task. Jisoo grabbed her bag with her and proceeded to walk to the Park's residence.

After a couple of steps, finally, Jisoo arrived at the Park's residence.

Starting with a knock, there was a brief silence for a moment until Jisoo heard a click on the door.

It was Alice.

"Hey," Jisoo greets, walking inside, and starts to take off her shoes as the kid only gazes at her.

Moments later, Jisoo was done and Alice was only staring at her. Cocking her head in the side, blinking rapidly on the kid.

Alice pulled something out from her pocket and gaze it to Jisoo, "Here,"

"What's this?" Jisoo asks, bending down on her knees to level her face on Alice's height.

Alice smiled, "Your ring," She says, "You forgot it."

"Ah, really?" Jisoo says, taking the ring from her hand.

"Yeah," Alice replies, "I found it on my sister's doorframe yesterday."

"On the doorframe?" Jisoo repeats, trying to think when she dropped the ring yesterday.

"Are you guys always doing stuff like that?"

Jisoo freezes, widening her eyes slightly at Alice, and Alice only stared back at Jisoo with a smile that is hard to read.

A type of smile that Jisoo hasn't seen before.

"Alice, is that Jisoo? Let her in." Chaeyoung's voice echoed and judging from where it came from. It looked like the blonde was still in the kitchen and Alice voluntarily opened the door.

"Not always," Jisoo whispered, her eyes still glued on Alice.

Alice stared at her before blinking and looking away slightly from Jisoo.

"Alice," Jisoo calls out, holding the kid's hand, "Are you... Are you worried that I'm going to steal your sister away from you?" She asks softly.

Alice wasn't still responding, but Jisoo could see the kid was holding her tears back with a quivering pout.

There was a brief silence between the two and unknown to them. Chaeyoung was on the side, silently listening to their conversation. Her face is unreadable.

"I won't, Alice." Jisoo replied, "She's your big sister." She smiles.

"What about you?" Alice asks.

"Of course, I'm also your big sister." Jisoo chuckles, taking Alice softly on her embrace.

"I promise I won't take your "Big Sister"," Jisoo assured, patting the kid's back as Alice sobbed quietly on Jisoo's shoulders.

"But can I have "Chaeyoung"?"

There was a brief silence between them until Alice spoke.

"Okay..." She says.

Chaeyoung closes her eyes with a smile on her lips.

#fluff #chaeyoung #park chaeyoung #kimjisoo #jenlisa #jenniekim #lalisamanoban #slightdomestic #smut #chaesoo

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naokik1016 · 3 years

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No longer..

Contains: Sad fluff, S/o with fox quirk

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All my life... All my life, I have been with Keigo..

He was my childhood friend, I was his protector, he made me smile and I made him feel safe

Now... We were associated with the LOV, and apparently, I might have a small crush on Dabi....

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Keigo: Hey, wake up, we’ll be late

I woke up to a bird, poking my cheek. I lazily grab one of the plushies and throw it at Keigo.

Y/n: Go away Kei....

Keigo looked at me with a “ :/ “ face, then just plain out, flopped on me. I groan in a slight pain at the sudden weight on me.

Keigo: Get up before I drag you out..

I groan, then push Keigo off of me, he fell on the floor, but then giggled at how messy my hair looked. I sigh in annoyance, then send Keigo out of my room, of our shared apartment. I quickly got changed out of my comfortable sleepwear, and into my hero costume. I walk out of my room and suddenly a feather was pointed at me. I squeak in surprise, but that was quickly replaced with an annoyed look as Keigo was walking towards me with an smile stamped across his face.

Keigo: You looked so cute and so funny when you thought my feather was gonna poke you in the face

Y/n: Keigo, stop, it’s early in the morning and I’m not feeling up for it at the moment..

Keigo looked at me with sad eyes and replied with a soft “Sorry..”, I felt bad and hugged him as I were saying “There’s no hard feelings”, he returned the hug and silently breathed in my scent. I felt one of his hands graze my tail, I pull away and smack him, because this bish knows not to touch ma tail >~<

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After I was done for the day, finishing my patrol around a small quiet area, I changed out of my hero costume and made my way over the hideout where the LOV were.

When I arrived, I greet Kurogiri, Twice and Shigaraki, who were just hanging out at the bar.

Y/n: Hey guys, is Keigo here yet or no?

Kurogiri: If I remember, he went into Dabi’s room not too long ago

I thank Kurogiri and walked to Dabi’s room. Once I was close, I could hear the two bickering about something. I sigh to myself and push open the door. Keigo was pointing a feather at Dabi, while Dabi’s hand was lighten with his blue flames, he was holding it a little too close to Keigo’s wings. I sigh at the scene and walk closer to the pair and use my tail to push Kei’s hand away, I did the same with Dabi. I then walk in between them and make myself comfortable on Dabi’s bed.

Y/n: What were you two talking about?

I look at both of them with innocent eyes, curious about the conversation that happened before I came in.

Dabi: I was only saying how birdbrain over here, would be a terrible match up with me, seeing how his feathers can easily burn up against my flames

Keigo: But, theoretically speaking, I have more experience in dealing with guys like you, so practically, I’m better since I could probably kill you right here and now

Some up Keigo’s feathers appeared around him and immediately harden and pointed themselves at Dabi.

Y/n: Anyway, enough with that Kei, I wanna go somewhere, I’ve been bored all day~~

I flop backwards against the bed and play with my tail, the two found the small action quite adorable.

Dabi: If you two don’t mind, I’m gonna borrow little Y/n for a couple of minutes

I sit up and look at Dabi with a questioning look, curious about what he has to say to me. Keigo, on the other hand, was skeptical about the little situation.

Keigo: Why can’t you just say it here?

Dabi: I rather not, as for my question is for Y/n, only..

I could hear the little venom in Dabi’s voice when he said he only wanted to speak to me. Dabi then got up and dragged me out of the room with him. We walked down the hall, pass the bar with Kurogiri eyeing Dabi with a strange look. He leads me outside and into the alleyway beside the hideout. He stops and leans up against a wall.

Dabi: Look, I’m only gonna say this once and one time only, so listen. I apparently developed feelings, I don’t know why or how, I only know that I like you, so please date me.

I was shocked at Dabi’s words, I answer with a “Yes” and hugged the dark haired male. I break the hug, then noticed a single red feather float down in front of me.

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As weeks pass, our relationship seemed fine to some of the LOV, of course Shigaraki found that relationships were a bother and hated them, Twice seemed happy for the both of us, so was Spinner and Kurogiri, though Toga disagreed with everyone, she acted strange around the two of us. But the one who was the most affected was Keigo, he started talking less to me and was hanging around Toga quite more whenever we were at the hideout. He would always ignore me whenever we were at the apartment alone, of course I tried to talk to him, but I get nothing but either a face full of feathers or silent treatment.

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Dabi: How much longer until this guy shows up?

Dabi complained while playing with my exposed ears, my tail swayed from side to side, Toga was playing with one of her blades, clearly we were all bored.

Soon, I hear footsteps walking towards us, I quickly turn around and meet the gaze of a mask person.

Toga: What took you so longggg, we waited here for a long timeee.....

???: Well, I’m sorry, but you do realized that I have to walk around people without looking weird in any way, and why is a pro hero here??????

He pointed at me and looked at me with such disgust, Dabi protectively wrapped his arms around me and gave the person an icy glare.

Dabi: She’s none of your concern, so leave her alone

???: Well, since you seem so protective of her, why don’t I have a go myself?

My ears perk up and my tail stops moving, Dabi’s expression turns into a scowl and Toga flashed her pearly white canines. The masked person looked at us with a playful look.

???: What’s the problem? I only ask one question, and yet everyone seems so scared, what’s wrong with me wanting a cute little fox girl?

Dabi: Look, I don’t give a fuck about who you are and who you work for, but just do what you came here to do and give us what we came for..

Dabi lets out a low growl when the person laughed at Dabi’s words, not having a care in the world if Dabi was mad or not.

???: Well what’s the point if you get something and yet I don’t get anything in return, all I want is just cute little pro hero (hero name)

Soon I felt a sharp jolt in my body, then I push away Dabi’s arms and walk towards the masked person, I couldn’t control myself, I got hit by their quirk. Toga was quick to act, lunging at the person, swinging her blade and throwing out her syringes that were apart of her mask, Dabi was about to grab me, when I quickly changed course, walking towards the edge.

???: Well- Since I can’t have her, then you can’t either!!!! Say good-bye to your sweet little fox girl~~~

He laughed but was quickly cut off by a blade landing itself into the flesh of his leg, he wince in pain, but yelled out in agony when he got hit by beautiful blue flames. My nerves were standing on end, I tried so hard to break out of the quirk’s effect, I stepped on the ledge and soon fell off, Dabi yelled out at me, Toga looking quite shocked. I felt the effects wear off, my limbs were flailing helplessly on the air, tears were slipping away, out of my eyes.

Good bye Toga, you were the best girl friend I could have, good bye Shiggy, it was nice whenever I played with your hair, good bye Dabi, I love you so much, and good bye Keigo, you were always there for me, even if I wasn’t at my bes-

My last wishes got cut off when I felt someone grasp me and held me tight against their chest. I was welcomed by the very familiar scent of my only winged friend, Keigo. His arms were wrapped tightly around me in a protective manner, I could feel his heart pounding out of his chest. I look up at him, and see his beautiful tear stained face, he looked at me with worried eyes, I weakly smile at him, then my conscious faded.

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My eyes open, I slowly sat up. I noticed that I was in my room, placed in my bed. I grab my phone and unlock it. I see a text from Dabi saying:

“Contact me when you wake up”

Surprisingly, I felt a pang of sadness echo in my body. My ears pin down in sadness, I get out of bed and walk out my room. I silently bound into the empty living room, Keigo’s scent lingered in the air, the window was slightly open, a single plume rested in between the glass. I walk towards the feather and slide it out from the grass, caressing it so softly in my hand.

I place the feather down on table, and walked out the door and locked it. I switched to my fox form, my limbs got shorter and furry, my clothes disappearing from view and was replaced with soft scarlet fur. Keigo’s scent was permanently imprinted in my mind, my nostrils flared and my ears started to swivel around.

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So that’s where you were...

Over 500 feet above ground, was a lone figure sitting on one of the bars that were built apart of the intimidatingly tall bridge. I shifted back to my normal form, the fur disappear from all around my body, I look up as my tail swayed in a slow motion. I inhaled softly, then in a instant, began to jump bar to bar, increasing the distance from the ground below, until I reached his level of height.

He seemed so lost in thought, every time to time, his feathers would puff up in size, then slowly begin to stiffen. His eyes seemed so lost, yet seemed so sad. I carefully walk across, walking gracefully from one point to another.

I sit beside him, and glanced at him, he seemed to lost in thought to notice me, I then softly run my hand through his blond hair. The action knocked him out of his thoughts, his head turned towards me, soft, sad eyes peered into mine. His wings outstretched and one wrapped itself around my soft build, he pulled me into his embrace, sighing sadly as my scent enveloped his nostrils. Then he softly spoke in a sad tone.

Keigo: I’m sorry... I thought you no longer needed me around, since you were no together with Dabi now..

Those two words squeezed my heart in a sad way, tears were developing in the corners of my eyes. Keigo’s hand traveled up and gently rubbed one of my ears, creating a soothing pleasure for me. I speak, my words barely came out as a whisper,

Y/n: Keigo.... I missed you...

Keigo sighed and broke the hug, and looked at me with teary eyes, I brought my hand up and wipe away his tears, then I stood up and offer my hand out to Keigo. Confused and shocked eyes looked at my unreadable ones, cautiously he took my hand and stood up along side with me.

Y/n: Kei, it’s not that you thought I no longer wanted to hang out with you, Keigo, I will never stop being with you. From the moment I became friends with you, was the moment I vowed to stick by your side for the rest of our lives, so..

I let go of Keigo’s hand and hop over to the last bar that was on the side, my eyes bore into Kei’s golden ones

Y/n: You’re stuck with me and I’m stuck with you~~~

His eyes widen at my sudden statement, and widened even more when I leaned back and fell off of the bridge. Keigo yelled out my name and flew down after me. I was high off of adrenaline, as I fall with a smile on my face. Crimson wings engulfed me again, clutching onto me and holding me tight. And again my voice came out as a mere whisper,

Y/n: I love you..

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We land down in front of the hideout, and walked in hand in hand, Toga was first to see us, she smile brightly with her canines full on sight. My ears twitched when I hear the very familiar foot pattern of a certain ocean eyed male. Dabi appeared from his room, his gaze falter, looking back from me, to Keigo, to our hands and back. I look at Dabi with forgiving eyes and say,

Y/n: I’m sorry Touya~

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bakugoooooooo · 3 years

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TRIP TO THE FAIR

Fluff

Female reader x Bakugou

Warnings: none

Y/n insert is mine, but other characters aren't

Takes place after Bakugou finds out about OFA so he and Deku are okay now.

Deku Protection Agency 😎

It was a quiet Saturday morning at the dorms. Most of the class 1-A students had gone home to spend time with their families. The remaining few gathered together in the common area. Y/n, Bakugou, Kirishima, Deku, and Ururaka all found themselves enjoying each other’s company on the couch talking amongst themselves, the television on in the background. Suddenly, Ururaka shot up, her phone in her hand.

“Guys! The fair is in town this weekend. We should go!”

“I’m down.” y/n says, trying to look at the pictures on her phone.

“I wanna go too.” Deku says excitedly.

“Count us in!” Kirishima says, pumping a fist in the air, also angering Bakugou. “Oi. Don’t speak for me!”

“Sweet!” Ururaka jumps off the couch, “Let’s go get ready so we can go!” Everyone went their separate ways to get ready and hurriedly got dressed. Katherine was the first to get back to the common room. Standing by the door on her phone waiting for the rest of her friends. Looking up she sees Uraraka get out of the elevator.

“Like the fit.” y/n says to her. "Trying to impress a certain someone?"

“WHAT!? Of course not! Why would I-" Uraraka starts, but stops as soon as she sees y/n laughing at her antics.

"Don't worry I was just joking. Kind of." One by one, the rest of the group all met in the common area until they were all there and ready to go, Bakugou of course being the last one down, complaining that he didn’t want to go. Everyone brushed his comment off as they trickled outside and headed towards the fair.

“Alright! What first!” Uraraka said happily, turning to face the group. “Wellllll…. Maybe.” y/n started, as she thought for a while. “We should go on a roller coaster!” Kirishima said enthusiastically. “Yea!” Uraraka cheered. Midoryia gulped, “Aww come on Deku!” Uraraka said, pulling him towards one of the roller coasters, as the rest followed. “This is lame.” Bakugou mumbled, “Aww! Get the frown off your face!” y/n yelled, nudging him with her elbow. “Come on slowpokes!” Kirishima called out.

As they were in line, everyone chatted amongst themselves, as they got to the front, they all got on the coaster, Uraraka and Midoryia in the front row, then Kirishima and y/n, and lastly, Bakugou.

As the ride stopped, they all walked off the ride everyone laughed as they went to check out the picture taken. Y/n and Ururaka laughed even harder when they saw Deku's scared face as the ride took off. After that, the group hopped onto the next row of rides.

"I'm starving!" Y/n exclaimed. Everyone realized how long it had been since they'd last eaten, so they ventured out to find food. After getting their corn dogs, burgers, fries, and drinks they sat down and enjoyed their meal, happily chatting amongst themselves.

"Sooo…" y/n said, stealing one of Bakugou’s fries, quickly upsetting him, "what are we gonna do next?"

"How about the food stand so you can get your own fries." Bakugou threatened, only making y/n and Kirishima laugh.

"Why don't we go around the gift shops for a while before we get on rides again." Uraraka suggested. A hum of approval was heard from the rest of the group and they threw their trash away and headed to the closest shop.

Kirishima and Bakugou headed towards the back of the store after Kirishima claimed he saw a Crimson Riot shirt. Y/n, Uraraka, and Deku stayed towards the front, Deku looking at the All Might merch and the girls looking at the jewelry on display.

While the girls were admiring the rings, they heard someone calling out to Midoriya.

"Midoriya?" This caused all three of them to turn towards the voice. In front of Midoriya were two boys. One with long light brown hair with long fingers, the other was slightly taller, with black spiky hair.

"Well isn't it the nerd from middle school," said the one with long fingers. This caused the girls to look at each other and frown. "We saw you during the sports festival. Too bad you had to break your hands and fingers just to stand your ground." Midoriya’s face started turning red from embarrassment.

Noticing this y/n and Uraraka stepped in. "Hey Deku. Is everything okay over here?" Uraraka said, with y/n staring both boys down, but they both didn't seem to be fazed.

"Oh don't tell me you got a girlfriend now?" The one with black hair cuts in. "Shame you need her to defend you."

"I-I'm not his girlfriend, but I am his friend." Uraraka defends herself, trying to fight off a blush.

"We both are. And if you have a problem with him, then you have a problem with us." Y/n says, growing angrier by the second.

"We don't need to make a scene." Midoriya peeps in. "Why don't we just go our separate ways?"

"What? Are you still scared? Don't wanna fight us with that new quirk of yours? Or is it that you don't want to break your delicate hands again?"

"You need to leave." Y/n says, stepping in front of Midoriya protectively.

"We don't have a problem with you, but we will if you don't move." The one with long fingers steps up to her trying to look menacing. Suddenly, he is thrown back, Bakugou standing over him seething with anger. Kirishima stands in front of the girls and Midoriya.

"Stay away from her." He says, anger dripping from his voice.

"Bakugou? Don't tell me you actually like these losers? Come on, I thought you were cool, man?" He boy says, still on the ground.

"Ya, man." The other boy pipes in putting his fists up. "Don't be stupid."

"You guys are the real stupid ones if you think you both can take me and win. Now, the both of you get out of here before I throw you across the fair." Small sparks emitting from his hands.

"Whatever." Both boys leave.

Midoriya lets out a sigh. "Th-thanks Kachaan, and thanks everyone." Everyone looks at him and sends him a smile.

"It's alright, Midoriya. " "We're here for you, Deku." "We're Class 1-A. They mess with one of us, they mess with all of us." "Tch."

The group then decides to walk down the fair. With part of the group captivated in conversation, a certain blond and h/c duo walked behind them.

"So, thanks for the assist back there." Y/n glances at Bakugou, who glances back at her. "Even though I didn't need it."

"Ya whatever." He crosses his arms in irritation.

"That was nice of you to do, though. Helping out Midoriya, I mean."

"I didn't just do it for him." Y/n fully looks at him, tilting her head in confusion. "Didn't like how close he got to you, or whatever." He doesn't look at her, but she could see a light blush forming on his cheeks.

Smiling, she says, "Well thank you. You truly are my hero." She places a hand over her heart to dramatize her words.

"Whatever. Next time you're in trouble you can fend for yourself." He snaps back, causing her to laugh. As they continue walking, something catches her eye.

"You know, if you really wanna be my hero, you can win that cat plushie for me." Her eyes challenge him.

"Why would I do something dumb like that?"

"You're right," she lets out a long sigh. "I shouldn't have expected you to be able to win that. Nevermind."

"WHAT! YOU THINK I CAN'T WIN THAT DUMB CAT?"

"I don't think so. I know it." She sends a smirk his way, causing his eyes to twitch in irritation.

"I'm gonna win that cat and I'll obliterate anyone that tries to challenge me!"

"Yo, I wanna join!" Kirishima joins in. The yelling had caused the group to stop and listen to their conversation. "I wanna play too," Midoriya says blushing when Uraraka cheered him on.

The game was simple. Squirt water at the target and make your siren go off first. The boys sat in a row getting ready to start.

"You got this Deku!" Uraraka cheered, pumping a fist into the air, causing him to blush. HARD.

"You can do it, Kirishima!" Y/n cheered, causing Kirishima to laugh, knowing that his friend was growing angier due to that comment. The signal went off, indicating that the game was about to start. When the light turned green all three boys started squinting water at their targets. The girls continued to cheer them on. It looked like Bakugou and Midoriya were neck and neck. The girls held hands in anticipation to see who would win. In the end, Bakugou’s light went off first, signaling that he was the winner.

"YA! GIVE ME THAT DUMB CAT!" Bakugou shouted in victory. The girls clapped for the boys as they met up with them.

"My hero!" Y/n said as Bakugou handed her the cat. She hugged the cat, unknown to her that he held a small smile on his face.

They were both snapped out of their thoughts when Uraraka interrupted them. Clapping her hands together, she said, "This is too cute!"

"HEY!" Both Bakugou and y/n yell at her. The rest of their day was filled with more rides, and more food. To end the night, the group stayed to watch the firework show. Everybody oohed and aahed at the various colors and patterns.

"Guys get together. I wanna take a picture." Y/n used her quirk to hold her camera in position to fit all of them. After taking many pictures, she promised to send the best ones to the rest of the group.

As the fair came to a close, the group walked back to the dorms. A tired, but energetic buzz stayed with them as they ventured back. When they got back, they all said their goodnights, and happily dozed off to sleep.

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personasintro · 4 years

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his secrets | ksj drabble

⏤𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴; your boyfriend has planned it all for your birthday with a couple of secrets up his sleeve, one particular that you almost find out

⏤𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨; seokjin x reader

⏤𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: fluff, established relationship

⏤𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 3.5k

⏤𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: strong language, making out, mentions of sex

𝘢/𝘯: commissioned by the sweet @ninjastef09 for her friend and her upcoming birthday, happy birthday love!!! this one's for you!

The car comes to a halt before the engine is turned off. You're clueless where you're, the only thing your eyes are met is darkness, blindfolded by one of Seokjin's ties he barely gets to wear. It's the one your mom gave him on his birthday last year, maybe you should be offended that he's using it to blindfold you.

Dating for four years, you should be used to Seokjin's weird ideas. Some part of you wishes you could say that you are, but you're not. This man, whom you call your boyfriend, is capable of surprising you to this day – the perfect example of today.

You kind of assumed he planned something, considering it's your birthday. He kept typing into his phone, hiding the screen way before you could catch a glimpse of his secret plans, or suddenly tried to visit his parents but insisted on you not coming, which is weird. His parents loves you and he always brings you to visit them as well. He started to act weird, especially when he got home and said 'let's go' all of a sudden.

You barely got into Seokjin's car, being told to turn around before your eyes were covered by his tie and you were no longer able to see. The whole ride, you've spent perking your ears at the littlest sounds trying to figure out his secret plans. You even threw a casual kidnapping jokes which Seokjin laughed at, throwing something like 'I don't have to kidnap you, you're already mine'.

Safe to say, it messed up your heart a little. He has that effect on you, even though sometimes you consider your choice of boyfriend, especially that time when he started to tell his dad jokes at your uncle's birthday party. He did that for at least twenty minutes, laughing so hard that some guests even turned around to check if the sounds coming from his mouth are even possible. His face got all red along with his neck from the attention, but you know he secretly loved it. But you wouldn't trade him for anything.

“Is this really necessarily?” you ask, shifting the fabric against your closed eyes.

“Stop complaining, woman. You've been doing that enough for the whole ride.” you hear your boyfriend complain, and if your eyes weren't covered, he'd be flashed with your typical glare of irritation and maybe even by your middle finger as well.

“It seems like you're the only one complaining,” you mutter under your breath, knowing he heard you by the exhausted sigh he lets out. “Is this some kind of kink that I don't know of? Jesus Jin, if you wanted me to try this, you should've just said so.” you complain, knowing some part of you is joking but the other one is telling the truth.

“For fucks sake, it's because I didn't want you to see where we're going. This is supposed to be a surprise.”

Of course, you know. You just like to annoy him and when he sees the grin spreading on your tinted lips, he rolls his eyes but chuckles nevertheless.

He gets out of the car, the sound of closing door takes you by surprise before you can't hear a thing. That's until the door on your side is being opened, and breeze hits your face. He takes off your seat belt before he helps you to turn around, your legs hanging off the car as you feel him working on the knot of his tie. A few seconds later, and the fabric is finally pulled off your eyes which causes you to shut them right away from the brightness. Opening them again, you adjust them to the lightening before you see your boyfriend in front of you.

He's grinning at your frowned expression, licking his thumb before he's wiping off the mascara that got smeared under your eyes. The stupid tie ruined your makeup, but you don't seem to care because you know that deep down, you loved not having a clue where he's taking you. You were excited, even though you've spent the entire ride complaining about him blindfolding you and being kept in darkness.

But of course, Seokjin knew. That's why he didn't take your threats and complaints seriously. He knows your period is coming anyway, so you're more snappy and emotional than usual.

Curiously looking around, your brows shoot up in shock at the view your eyes quickly catch on. There is a beach that stretches miles along to the point you can't see where it ends, wild waves wetting the sand near water. There is no one, a few birds sitting on nearby stones before they fly away. It leaves you speechless.

“What do you think?” he asks, smug grin plastered on his juicy lips by your reaction. “Do you like it?”

The answer is most evident on your features, there's no need for words.

“I love it.” you tell him honestly, giving him a soft smile in return before he stretches his arm, helping you to hop out of his car.

“Let me just grab a few things.” he says, quickly making his way to the back of the car to open the truck.

You follow him, surprised by the stuff he managed to pack without your knowing. He pulls out a few beach bags, blanket you recognize very well – it's the one you bought on your holiday in Malta.

The memories there warms your heart almost immediately, remembering the two of you making love every night with incredible view from your hotel room, before you repeated the same thing in the morning.

You help him by taking one of those bags and a blanket, as you follow him to the beach. The breeze feels comfortable against your warm skin, making this hot weather at least somehow more bearable. The sand feels smooth and nice underneath your feet as the two of you make your way to Seokjin's planned spot. He stops, rationally picking a spot in natural shade before he motions for you to hand him the blanket. You watch him sprawling it on the sand, making sure there are no creases before you can sit down on it. He's pulling out a different containers and two plastic champagne glasses that makes you snort.

“What? The glass ones could break.” he exclaims, glancing at those champagne glasses he specifically bought for this occasion.

Watching him in amusement and adoration while he sets up everything, he finally sits down next to you with a bottle of champagne. He plops it open, having a difficult time to do that for a moment, before he opens it with a grimace and fear of getting hit by a cork.

“Thank you,” you tell him softly, watching the sparkling yellowish liquid being poured into your glass. “Not just for the wine, but for this. Thank you for taking me here.”

“Of course,” he says with a smile, pouring some to himself before he clicks your glasses against each other, grimacing when the sound isn't quite right. The both of you laugh at that, tasting the champagne with approval hum.

“How did you even find this place?” you ask him, carefully placing the plastic glass down as you lean against your hands, enjoying the scenery in front of you. But still, you find yourself looking at your boyfriend instead, finding it more beautiful.

He wears a white loose shirt, the first few buttons opened exposing his collarbones, which still manages to compliment his broad shoulders. His black hair is swiped back, showing off his forehead and honey skin. Denim shorts gives you the opportunity to eye his thighs muscles that you can't get enough of.

“I knew I wanted to take you here, but there are mostly a lot of people on the other side of the beach. I thought this would be much more intimate and special.” he explains, making you turn around to really see no one nearby.

You just hope he didn't pay someone to rent this part of the beach or something – as much as you try to save up money for bigger apartment, you're aware how capable of doing that Seokjin is. Where it comes to you, he never cares about money and buys you stuff without thinking, hence the huge unicorn plushie in your bedroom. He bought it when you were at amusement park last year and he saw you eyeing the huge toy. No matter how many times you've told him not to buy it and you don't really want it, he just came up straight to the man and paid not a small amount for it. Since then, it's laying on your bed and is thrown in the corner of your room when you go to sleep. It's too huge to sleep with it, and Seokjin already takes up most of the space in bed.

“You're amazing. You know that, right?” you ask him, dreamily gawking at your boyfriend who smugly grins, wiggling his thick eyebrows at you.

“I'd say I'm perfect. I'm pretty sure you wouldn't find a better man than me.”

Snorting, you shake your head in disbelief. “You wanna bet?” you joke, your time to wiggle your eyebrows at him as he dramatically frowns.

“No,” he says, leaning towards you. “I'm not letting you go,” he tells you before he pecks your lips, kissing them softly. He doesn't pull away, your noses brushing against yours as you silently giggle.

“I'm sorry but you're stuck with me for the rest of your life.” he murmurs, his tone light which causes you to giddily smile.

“I kinda liked the sound of that.” you whisper, not surprised when he dives back in and kisses you with much more passion, putting pressure onto your lips as they mold together perfectly.

He cups your jaw, pulling you even closer to him as you moan at the taste of him, his other hand grabbing your thigh. His touch feels electric, million jolts of joy and excitement going straight through your body, even though your thin sundress is the only barrier. Your hands automatically go to the back of his neck and head, tugging onto his roots earning a growl that's muffled by your mouth. The both of you are forced to pull away, trying to catch your breaths with flushed cheeks that's not caused by the heat.

“Fuck,” he breathes out, forehead leaning against yours as he pecks your nose. “I wasn't going for a beach sex.” he jokes, the two of you chuckling at the thought of it.

“I'm not opposed to that.” you beam, smirking as you see his widened eyes and him choking on his spit.

“Baby, don't do this to me. I might have to go into the water to freshen up myself.” he whines, sounding like a little kid in a toy store.

You don't provoke him any further, plopping some of the strawberries into your mouth as soon as he opens the container full of fruit. Enjoying the taste and the nice breeze, you close your eyes trying to soak in the warmness and relax, completely aware of what your boyfriend is doing. That's until you hear him saying a typical 'birthday song', holding a small cupcake with a single candle plugged in the pink topping.

The whole time he sings to you, you can't hide the huge grin and blush flushing your cheeks, trying not to cry when he's done. “Happy birthday, my love. I love you.” he tells you, totally prepared for your kiss full of love and gratitude, before he hands you the cupcake.

“Thank you, I love you.” you tell him, taking the cupcake as you blow off the candle.

“Wait, you didn't make a wish!” he exclaims, surprised how fast you've blew it off.

You stop for a moment, before you cup his cheek and caress it. “I already have everything.” you tell him, the corners of his mouth stretching so widely that his cheeks are puffed out.

He's so damn cute, your heart full of love just from the single sight of your boyfriend.

“I wanted to get you a birthday cake, but it'd melt on the way here.” he tells you, causing you to wave him off, silently telling him that it's okay.

You taste the topping, humming in approval noting he bought your favorite flavored one from your favorite bakery shop. You split it in half, making sure you share it with him despite of his protests. It's melting but it's still delicious.

“You know, thank you for doing this,” you start, gulping the last piece of cupcake as you notice Seokjin rolling his eyes dramatically. He hates when you keep thanking him, as he told you a million times. “I know, I know. I just feel like a bitch. I kept complaining the whole day and you've planned all of this, and I feel like a bad girlfriend--”

“Woah, woah,” he stops you right away, his eyes widening when he sees the tears in your own as you quickly wipe them off. “I did this because I love you. And it's your birthday. You deserve this for putting up with my ass on daily basis. This is the least I could do for you, you know I'd give you the world if I could.”

But his lovely words make you cry even more, and before you can realize they're ruining your make up again, streaming down your cheeks. You're being pulled into Seokjin's arms, his chin on the top of your head as he starts to laugh at your emotional state.

“I love you.” you murmur into his chest, sniffling slightly as he kisses you into your hair.

“I love you too, princess.” he tells you, kissing your hair again just to prove his point.

“Gosh, what are we going to do when we get old? We're going to bicker like that old couple in convenience store.” you sniffle, hearing his laugh vibrate in his chest.

“Are you saying we're going to get married and grow old?” he asks, a teasing tone behind his voice and when you pull away, you're met with his cheeky grin.

“Isn't that what you want as well?” you pout, wondering if you've crossed any lines.

You already live together, getting married should be another milestone and even though you had a couple of talks about a possible wedding, it was just that. A casual conversations between two partners.

“I want to, I want that so much,” he tells you, all cheekiness gone from his face as he stares at you. Frowning in confusion behind his weird change of attitude, you're pulled into another kiss before you're tossed over his broad shoulder, squealing loudly.

“What are you doing? Seokjin, put me down!” you laugh, hitting his plump ass before he smacks your own, walking towards the shore. “Don't drop me!” you panic, seeing the clear bluish water that looks incredibly beautiful, but very cold.

Even Seokjin's gasps are a proof of the real water temperature.

“I won't.” he assures you, but as he tries to put you down off his shoulder, wanting to hold you in his arms, he looses balance and you slip from his arms, catching you clumsily.

Luckily, the water isn't shallow, just up to Seokjin's knees but enough to soak the hem of your summer dress. Your body shakes from a shock of the cold water, before you glare at your boyfriend who nervously smiles at you.

“Sorry?” he says unsure, giving you a crooked smile.

You touch the water surface, before a smirk pushes onto your lips and before he can react, you splash him with a water. He yelps, surprised and almost falling onto his ass but manages to balance himself before he does the same thing to you. Both of you are laughing, completely getting soaked as he tries to chase you and dodges your every attempt to splash some water in his face again.

The sun is settling down, creating a perfect blaze above the water as it starts to get chilly. After playing in the water and eating the rest of fruit that Seokjin made an effort to pack, it's time to go home. Your clothes are still wet from your previous activity, haven't fully dried even with you moving to the sun. None of you have brought spare clothes, causing him to complain about the possible ruining of the leather seats in his car.

“It was your idea to drop me.” you remark, grinning when you see him gasp at you.

“For the tenth time, I wasn't planning on doing that. It just happened, this muscles are weak after holding you in the shower for good twenty minutes!” he exclaims, causing you to roll your eyes.

“It's your fault for interrupting my shower time and deciding that shower sex is the best idea.” you accuse him, a loud and dramatic gasp leaves his mouth as he dusts off the blanket.

“Have you seen yourself naked? It's hard to resist that ass.” he hums, sending a wink your way as you roll your eyes.

“I'm locking the door from now on,” you tell him, knowing you won't do that. You're just teasing him and he knows that, judging by the typical smirk decorating his lips. “Fuck, mascara is running down my cheeks.” you note, seeing your fingertips black as you try to wipe your under eyes.

Seokjin starts to fold a blanket, glancing at you in the process. “There should be a small towel in the glove box.” he tells you, throwing you a car keys which you successfully catch.

You listen to him, planning to go help him once you're done anyway, slowly making your way to the parked car. Unlocking the car, you open the door and listening to Seokjin's instructions, opening the glove box next. He was right. A gray small towel is folded on the top of other stuff as you wipe your face and ruffle your wet hair with it. It's already drying down, but you could use a hairdryer.

“Y/N,” you jump at the sound of your name, closing the glove box and turning to Seokjin.

He stands just a few meter away from you, a weird look darkening his features as he studies your face with a puzzled look.

“Is everything okay?” he asks, eyes shifting between your eyes as you frown in confusion.

“Yeah, weirdo,” you tell him, confused by the change of his attitude. “Have you packed everything?” you ask, noticing the bags and blanket in his arms as he nods.

“Yeah, let me just put it in the trunk so we can go.” he tells you, smiling before he makes his way to the back of the car and loads it with all the stuff.

You sit on the passenger seat with a mere confusion, waiting for him. Once he's back, he smiles at you and starts the engine. The radio plays some pop music while you watch at the scenery from the window, sad to be leaving but you hope you'll be back soon. You're truly touched by Seokjin's romantic idea of spending your birthday. It was minimalist, yet absolutely breathtaking and eventful. All you need is him, you can always celebrate it with your friends and family some other day.

Just as you're smiling, genuinely happy from today's day, until you see the huge red sign.

'NO TRESPASSING, VIOLATORS WILL BE PROSECUTED'

Seokjin speeds up, hoping you haven't seen the sign but when you exclaim his name in disbelief and anger, he knows he's busted.

“It's okay, princess. We haven't got caught.” he tries to reason, lucky he's driving and you can't hit him.

“I can't believe we trespassed!” you exclaim, wondering what could have happened if someone caught you. “You're crazy.” you mutter, shaking your head at him trying to hide a smile from him.

He takes your hand, interlocking your hands together as he kisses the back of your hand, hiding a grin.

But the warning sign isn't the only thing he hoped for you wouldn't see. That's the least of his worried. His heart is still beating with nervous shakes as he prays you won't open the glove box again, finding a small silver box with shiny ring inside of it.

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Falling Again

Summary: Life is cruel, but the mind is crueler. Pairing: AU!Henry Cavill x OFC Word Count: 5.2K Warnings: Angst. Loads of tears. I apologize in advance. A/N: @luna-aestas requested angst in the same vein as the Welcome Home series, along with some unrequited love. What’s worse than unrequited love? Assuming it’s unrequited. This will probably end up being another series. You’ve been warned.

Everyone told him that the pain would pass with time. That with each day, the wound would scar over and the dull ache in his chest would go away, that things like work and social events would be less awkward, and that even alone time would normalize again.

They were all wrong.

The truth was that it had been five years, and he still felt the pain like a red-hot poker searing through his heart each time he woke to live another day.

The knocking on the door was never loud enough to hide the sound of her sniffles, and though sleep always threatened to drag him back under, it was her soft voice that always made him sit up.

“Papa? I had a nightmare.” Her voice, tear-filled and scared, always broke his heart, and though there were days when he needed an extra moment to hide his own tears, he never denied his daughter entrance.

“Come in, sweetie,” Henry called, barely getting the words out before he heard the knob turning. He watched as she padded in, taking extra care to close the door behind her. With her otter plushie tucked under her arm, she tiptoed to the bed, looking up at her father, fresh tears tracks painting her ruddy cheeks.

“What did you dream about, pumpkin?” He asked, his voice as soft as his daughter’s as he picked her up and lifted her into what had--over time--become her spot. He was shocked when the mere question had her whimpering, her little arms finding his neck and holding on tight as she cried into his shoulder. His face broke into one of sympathy and pain, his heart breaking any time his daughter cried so earnestly.

"We were at the park and I got l-lost! I ran the wh-whole park and f-finally found you, but-but you were a-asleep and wou-wouldn't wake up! J-just like g-grams!" She keened, his shirt soaked with her tears as she shook like a leaf in his arms.

Cradling her head against his chest, Henry smoothed down her hair over and over, his own eyes filling with unshed tears as he realized, in that moment, how much his mother-in-law’s death had affected his little girl. His mother-in-law had been far too young to go, but had lived long enough to become attached at the hip with his daughter. Her death hadn't come as a surprise to either of them, but holding her now, he could tell that his daughter hadn't been given a fair shake at grieving.

He'd taken her to the funeral, not because he thought it was the right thing to do, but because he had no other choice. Babysitters were exorbitant luxuries in NYC, and everyone he knew was either going to be in attendance, or tied up with work. Technically, he couldn't even afford the day off for the funeral, but his boss was self-servingly magnanimous and had paid him time and a half, knowing full well it would put Henry in his pocket for another year. She'd been quiet as a mouse during the ceremony, the eulogies, and the procession to view the body (which he'd left her in her seat for). Even the ride home, he realized, had been a silent one, and for all the grieving he'd done when he thought she wasn't looking, Henry had never seen his daughter so much as throw a tantrum to try and express herself.

Now, holding her as she wailed softly, her grip on him a vice that wouldn't release until she slept, Henry realized that the nightmares she'd been having were her mind's way of processing what had happened, and that, like her father, she was afraid of losing everyone she loved.

Kissing her forehead, Henry tried to think of a way to make her understand that he wasn't going to die the way her grandmother, and her mother both had, but he knew his daughter well enough to know that promising he'd live to a ripe old age wouldn't cut it.

"That sounds like a scary dream, pumpkin, but papa's not going anywhere, okay? Grams was very sick, the kind of sick that only really happens to people that are much, much, older than Papa. Grams was sick for a long, long, time. Ever since you were a baby. Papa just went to the doctor and he said I was in perfect health. I don't want you to worry about Papa falling asleep and not waking up, okay? I’m going to be around for a long, long time. Might even be around when you've got white hair and wrinkles everywhere, okay? Papa works out and eats healthy every day so that I can be around as long as possible. So don't worry, alright? I’m not going anywhere."

Sophia sniffled and whimpered a little more, but finally nodded, understanding what he was saying, even if she didn't 100% believe it quite yet. "I love you, papa," she whispered, giving him a squeeze. He kissed her temple and nodded. "I love you too, sweetheart. More than you'll ever know."

"I won't worry about it unless you go bald like grams or mama," she whispered, the decision one that made her content and relaxed in his arms, Sophia never to know just how much the simple reasoning shattered her father's heart.

Henry waited until she was completely asleep to tip his head up to the ceiling, his own tears silent and desperate as he clung to what little family had left.

There was very little he paid attention to at work aside from work itself. He couldn’t afford distraction; medical bills, funerary costs, utilities, rent, and groceries all required money, and working an entry-level job was barely cutting it, even with mandatory overtime. Still, there was one distraction he couldn’t seem to shake, despite the guilt that came over him each time he realized it was happening again.

His distraction had a name and a devastating smile much like his wife’s. In fact, there was a lot about Zoe that reminded him of his Izzy. At first glance it was hard to see, given the differences in eye color, nose and face shape, but there was something about her mannerisms, her energy, and her kindness that evoked the love of his life. Henry couldn’t help but watch her whenever she came to speak to one of their colleagues, and at lunch they exchanged polite conversation. That was the extent of it, though. Henry knew that a woman like Zoe, a woman who radiated such brightness and joy, would never be with a man like him, a hulled husk ready to be crumbled into dust at any given moment.

There were days however, where even Zoe’s brand of sunshine couldn’t break the storm clouds that seemed to follow Henry wherever he went, days where the world crushed him just that little bit further. As Henry took a seat at his desk, he knew today would be one of those days, if his morning had been any indication.

He had cried himself to sleep, if the heaviness of his eyes was anything to go by, but as the sun crept through the crooked blinds of his bedroom, Henry remembered the events of the night before, and in peeking down, found Sophia pretending to be asleep.

"Rise and shine, pumpkin, it's time for school," he murmured, peppering her face with gentle kisses, Henry angling his head before blowing a small raspberry on the top of her arm.

"Papa, I don't feel good," she said as she swatted his face away, her eyes staying closed--Henry's first indication that she was faking it.

"You don't feel good? Well, let's see," he kept his tone soft and neutral, both of them knowing this game all too well, both intent on playing it anyway. The back of his hand pressed to her forehead before he scooted down to press his ear to her tummy. Coming back up, Henry gave her a half-shrug. "You don't have a fever, and your tummy’s not rumbling...Is it the kind of 'not feeling good' where you just want to stay home?" Fixing her with a soft, 'tell the truth' gaze, Henry waited for her answer.

"I don't wanna go to school. Wanna stay home with you."

"But papa's not staying home, I have to go to work, sweetheart," he tried to reason with her, Henry surprised when, for the second time in less than 24 hours, Sophia’s lower lip started to quiver.

"But I want you to stay home! You're always so tired and so sad, papa! Want you to stay home so we can nap and have tea, and so you can be happy!"

Sophia's reasoning hit him like a truck at an intersection, Henry feeling his heart stop for a few beats while he tried to process what she'd just said. He'd thought he'd always been careful to smile and be upbeat around her, but obviously his little one had the gift of stealth and had caught him in private moments, when he thought she wasn't looking.

"What makes you think Papa's not happy?" he asked, trying to keep his face neutral and his eyes from watering.

"I hear you crying every day, papa! And when you talk to Uncle Dom, you always say about how you're worried about money, and about how bills are piling up. At night, you say mama’s name over and over, like you're having a bad dream."

Tears spilled over as he listened to his six year old be so observant, so astute, and so heartbreakingly no nonsense in her reasoning. Chin falling to his chest, he only managed to hold back his sobs, crying as quietly as he could, because, as seemed to be the case whenever she really watched something and made up her mind about it, Soph was right.

The shrill ring of his cell phone cut through the otherwise-quiet moment, and Henry answered it without looking, not realizing that it was his sister-in-law, Imogen on the other end.

"H-Hello?" he stammered, the grief clearly heard in his voice, even through the shortest word possible.

"Henry? Darling, is everything alright? Nevermind all that, I’ll be over in a jiff."

Wiping his eyes, Henry sighed heavily, getting up to unlock the door to his ramshackle apartment, knowing Gen would be there in less than five. Though it was nice having her and her husband, Dom so close, there were times when Henry wished they lived just a little further up town. Henry hadn't been expecting the hug, but the moment Gen was through the door and her arms were around him, it was all he could do to keep from sobbing.

“Are you certain you’re okay to go into work like this?” Gen asked softly, feeling a sense of dejavu come over her. It was a conversation they’d had often enough, both before and after her sister’s death, and it had yet to end differently. Shoulders shaking, Henry nodded, the words that followed being the opposite of what anyone wanted to hear.

"I d-don't have a choice," he whispered, knowing full well that any slip-up would cost him his job, and that being without income, even for a few days, would spell disaster for his and Sophia's lives.

"Aunt Gen, make him stay home and sleep!" Soph said quietly with urgency in her voice, the little girl knowing how frayed her father was, even if he fought it tooth and nail.

"Soph, sweetheart, Papa has to go to work. It's not like school, I can't miss a day just because I don't feel like coming in," he did his best to explain it to her gently, Henry crouching down, arms outstretched for her.

Reluctantly, she came, and Henry wrapped her up tight, kissing her head over and over. "You're going to have the best time with Aunt Gen. You always do. You'll go shopping and have lunch at her place, or maybe even help her and Aunt Beth make a cake! Or you two could go to the pool, or maybe even go see Uncle Dom at the bookstore. You're going to have loads of fun and before you know it, papa will be there to pick you up."

Though he managed to keep his voice steady, Henry's free hand covered his eyes, the age-old shame he felt as a father who couldn't provide everything his daughter needed and wanted coming back the second he realized he couldn't even give her spending money for anything.

Wiping his eyes hard, he pulled back and fixed his daughter with a beaming smile that didn't reach his eyes. "I want you to tell me all about the fun you had today once we get home, okay? Now, go on, you're wasting time hanging around here with your old gaffer, when you could be having pancakes for breakfast with your favorite auntie."

He winked, Henry’s smile growing just a little more when Soph's eyes lit up. It was rare she got more than a bowl of oatmeal in the morning, as groceries tended to be kept to the cheapest items that provided the most nutritional value possible. If the military had taught him anything, it was how to stretch food, and he did it without even thinking sometimes; without taking into account that a treat here and there would be good for his little girl.

Standing, he went for his wallet, eyes on the floor, jaw clenched, and face burning red with shame as he handed Gen a five, giving up what he'd budgeted for lunch for the week, wanting his daughter to at least have something on her day out with her aunt.

Henry turned immediately so that Gen didn't have the chance to put it back in his hand, moving across the room to grab his phone and call in to Sophia's school, not wanting to get the call later at work, where he wouldn't be able to answer it.

"Hi, Mary, yes, this is Sophia’s father, Henry. Soph's not going to be coming in today. She's feeling rather poorly, so I'm going to keep her home. Okay, thank you. Have a great day," he spoke softly, making silly faces at Soph while talking, grateful to get a silent laugh from her, his daughter knowing better than to jeopardize her day off by giggling loud enough to be heard by the school secretary.

"All right, pumpkin, come ‘ere. You have fun and listen to your auntie okay? No running off, no being a silly monkey in a crowded place. I love you, have fun, and I'll see you tonight," Henry said softly as he hugged Sophia tight, holding on just a little longer than usual and wishing for all the world he could call in.

“You always have a choice,” Gen reminded him, her face holding sympathy for the man who’d single-handedly been responsible for her sister’s happiness, especially in the last few months of her life. “You should stay for dinner. Dom’s making his famous Kitchen Sink Pasta,” she added after a moment, noticing the sallowness of Henry’s skin, how the hollows of his cheeks were becoming more pronounced.

To Gen, Henry and Izzy would forever be soulmates, an insurmountably perfect couple, but her sister’s request that he find someone new after her passing weighed heavier and heavier on Gen’s mind with every passing year. If Heaven did exist, Imogen imagined her sister was tearing her hair out with impatience, or sobbing without end at seeing how life had panned out for her husband after her parting.

"Easy for you to say," Henry murmured, giving Gen a kind smile, not needing to remind her that her situation was far different than his, given her huge family, and the fact that she ran her own business. The more Gen looked at him with sympathy, the more shame he felt, and while he knew she was only trying to do right by him, it only made him feel worse about his circumstances.

"Don't count on me for dinner. Dom's been picking up Soph for a reason. I probably won’t make it out of there until at least nine," he spoke softly and between his teeth, wanting to make it as garbled as possible so that Sophia wouldn't be upset. One look in her eyes however, and Henry knew his daughter had understood every word.

"You two have fun. I'll see you ladies later," Henry smiled, seeing them to the door and watching until they'd disappeared down the stairs before closing and sliding down against the frame, his tears free to fall in privacy.

Connected to her father by an invisible thread that latched her heart to his, Sophia forced Gen to stop midway down the stairs, her ears perked, head tilted towards the general direction of her home.

"Papa's crying again," she stated plainly, her own chin falling to her chest, the softest, saddest little sigh escaping her. "He hasn't been happy in a very, very long time. Wish I could fix him. Wish I could make him stay home, aunt Gen. The only reason I wanted to stay home was to stay with him."

Sniffling, she wiped her eyes, looking up at her aunt with questioning eyes. "Do you think it would be easier for papa if I gave him all the money in my piggy bank? Would he be able to stay home and sleep then? Is there a way that we can make the bills stop coming? Stop them from making papa so worried and sad?"

Gen did her best to keep her face neutral as bent down to hug Sophia tightly, feeling the waves of anguish roll off her. Her heart broke for her niece, knowing the little girl was as empathetic as her father, and that at her age, emotions were always felt more deeply.

“Tell you what, why don’t we go back in there and see if we can’t convince your father to stow away with us one more time? I think he could do with some pancakes as well, don’t you?” Knowing she was pushing her luck, but also knowing Sophia would spend the day withdrawn if she didn’t try, Gen opened the door, hoping once, just once, Henry would say yes.

“So Soph and I decided that you don’t have a choice. You’re coming with us today, for pancakes and books and cake, alright?”

He’d had just enough time to wipe his eyes and stand up by the time the door opened and Sophia ran to him full tilt, hugging him as tight as she could manage for such a little girl.

"What's wrong?" he asked, looking up at Gen in concern before her words clicked everything into place. Though he kept a smile on for Sophia, he couldn’t stop from fixing Gen with a look.

"Girls, much as I'd like to join you, I have to go to work. Like I said, pumpkin, I can't just skip a day because I feel like it. Papa's has to go to work." Henry was tender with his daughter, never once wanting to be the one that made her upset, but also needing her to understand that his world didn't work as easily as her's did.

"Give papa just a second to have a word with Aunt Gen, alright? Then you two can get to those pancakes," he nodded, pressing a kiss to each cheek and giving Sophia a squeeze, before motioning for Gen to follow him into his bedroom.

With the door closed and locked behind them, Henry ran a hand through his hair, blowing out a sigh. "I appreciate what you're trying to do. I really do. But I can't skip work, or I'll lose my job. Furthermore, Gen, if I miss a day, I literally can't make rent or groceries this month. I cannot skip today, especially when I’m being paid overtime. I'm sorry, I r-really am, and believe me, this is k-killing me, okay? But I c-can't. So please, don't get her h-hopes up like that. It's not fair--"

Turning his back to Gen, he curled in on himself until he was crouching down, hands covering his head as though it were a bomb drill. Using his forearms to muffle the whimpers, he stayed down there until he felt his composure return. Wiping his eyes with the same ferocity he always did whenever he knew someone had seen him crying, Henry stood up and gave her a gentle smile.

"Please make it a day she'll never forget, okay? Do that for me? Please?"

It wasn't lost on him, in that moment of vulnerability, that he'd yet been able to make it to any of his daughter's events during her first year in kindergarten. None of the little parties, show-and-tells, or anything of that nature had seen him in attendance, but instead, had been graciously covered--and recorded for later viewing--by Dom, who had been mistaken for Sophia's father more than once.

Wracked with guilt and shame over his failings as a parent, Henry looked down at the floor, destroyed through and through. There were a lot of things missing from his life that most took for granted; a couch, Netflix, sometimes electricity. But it was the intangible things that ate him up and made him feel like true scum. Missing Sophia’s events, not picking her up from school every day, and often being too tired to do more than what was absolutely necessary for her when he finally came home, were all things that caused him deep shame and often-sleepless nights.

He waited for Gen to give up, to say she understood, and to leave in order to hopefully give his beloved daughter a day she'd not soon forget, Henry knowing that today, no matter how easy the calls turned out to be, would be hell.

"You were supposed to be here by six, Cavill!!"

Henry's head snapped up when he heard his boss' voice booming down the hall.

"I'm scheduled to start at nine, sir," he replied, trying to maintain his cool as he fumbled with trying to pull his schedule from his desk drawers while putting himself in a code so that calls wouldn’t come in automatically. He was certain his schedule was right and that he hadn’t switched with anyone.

Even as he tore through his papers, a write up sheet was laid on his desk, Henry finding the printout before turning and looking up at Jerry, utterly confused and more than a little appalled.

"You were supposed to start at six, you showed up at nine. You're late, so I'm docking your pay." Henry's eyes hardened as he held up the sheet of paper, handing it to Jerry.

"I was scheduled for nine. I logged in at 8:58 am."

"I wanted you here for six, I told you on Friday. Sign the form and get back on the phones."

Henry tried to wrack his brains for any important conversations he'd had with his boss, anything that could help him defend himself, but nothing came. Friday had been as ordinary as any other day.

Swallowing down the lump in his throat, Henry signed the paper, knowing full well he was giving away half his paycheck and with it, any chance at getting rent paid on time.

Sick to his stomach, he looked at the clock, then at the picture of Sophia he kept tucked in the back of his cubicle. "I'm sorry, pumpkin. Should've just stayed home today," he murmured, wiping at his eyes to keep fresh tears at bay.

By lunch time, Henry was beginning to feel light-headed with hunger. Knowing he’d given his lunch budget to Gen, he settled for a black coffee and took his usual seat, intent on shutting out the world, if only for a few minutes.

“Uh oh, *someone’s had a rough morning,” Zoe grinned as she came in, setting her lunch bag down on the counter before putting the container inside into the microwave to heat. Moving over to where Henry sat slumped over, she rubbed his shoulders gently, surprised when she felt nothing but tension beneath her fingers.

“Everything okay? I heard Jerry muttering in his office all morning about you being late, which I found unusual, given you were here on time.”

“According to him, I should have been here at six. I think he has it out for me, or is planning on letting me go,” Henry answered, finally lifting up his head to look at Zoe. He wasn’t surprised when she gave him a double-take; he knew he looked like roadkill, her expression simply confirmed it.

“Have you been sleeping alright? You look like you could use at least 24 hours’ worth,” She commented softly, Henry scrubbing a hand over his face before taking a sip of his coffee.

“No rest for the wicked, isn’t that the saying? Soph hasn’t been sleeping all that well, so I wake whenever she has a nightmare.” Though it wasn’t the full truth, it wasn’t an outright lie. Henry simply omitted the parts he knew no one at work would care about.

Zoe grimaced in sympathy, getting up and fetching her food before sitting down across from him. Whatever was in the container smelled wonderful, and were it not for the coffee boring a hole in his gut, it would have been pure torture.

“I bet she sleeps snug as a bug in a rug once she’s been comforted though, huh?” Zoe grinned, taking a bite of sauce-covered ravioli with impeccable manners. Like him, Imogen’s family, and Dom, Zoe was a British expat, having come to NYC to fulfill a career in fashion, but having had her dreams detoured instead. Unlike the rest of them, Henry had landed on his ass in the Big Apple, with all his prospects falling through within the first year of him being in the country. He managed to stay afloat until his paperwork was in place, but no matter how often he applied to jobs in his field, nothing ever came through. Then Izzy got sick and the downward spiral began for good.

“That she does,” he agreed, rubbing his face and managing a smile for Zoe’s sake. Finishing his coffee, he allowed himself to daydream for a moment. He only ever allowed himself to think of what a date would be like with Zoe, and it was always the same thing. A bright blue sky, good food, and a trek through one of the city’s smaller and more interesting museums. Nothing more, nothing less. More than anything, he just wanted her company.

“Earth to Henry!” Zoe’s sweet, musical voice brought him back to reality, and looking at her, he couldn’t help but blush. “You were on a different planet. Time to get back to it, sleepyhead,” she mused, tugging one of his curls playfully before letting it spring back up.

“Sorry. Just a zombie today, I s’pose,” Henry answered, looking at his watch and seeing he only had two minutes before he had to be back on the phone.

“I’ll see you later. No falling asleep at your desk, eh?” Zoe grinned, giving him a wink as she stood to wash out her container, her heels clicking on the floor in a way that had Henry momentarily entranced.

Nine o'clock came as quickly as molasses. By the time he’d stamped out, Henry’s vision was blurred, and he was slightly dizzy. He was careful as he walked home, staying closer to the buildings than the car-lined roads, and waiting for the crosswalks to give him the right of way instead of jaywalking like he normally did.

By the time he hit Dom and Gen's block, he was swaying a little, beyond starving. He hoped the goodbyes wouldn't take too long and he and Sophia could be on their way. Dinner would be something quick, easy, and carb-loaded to hopefully keep his roiling stomach from protesting too much.

Taking the stairs slowly, Henry knocked on the door, leaning against the frame and dying to see his little girl.

“PAPA!!!!” Sophie called excitedly, rushing to Henry with the biggest smile on her face. Though she loved her extended family, it was clear that she’d missed him as much as he’d missed her.

"Oh, my sweet, sweet girl. Papa missed you a ton!" Henry grinned, dropping into a squat to hold her close, his body swaying a little at the sudden movement.

“We had so much fun today and I made you dinner and I made cake and Aunt Gen said you can eat here while it’s still hot and I missed you, papa!!” The second part came out in a single, muffled rush of air, a confirmation of the type of day Henry’d hoped she’d had. At hearing about dinner, he pulled back, fixing Soph with a playful, narrow-eyed smile before raising a knowing eyebrow up at Gen.

"Did you now? Did you make it allll by yourself?" he asked, tickling Sophia’s sides, Henry tugging her close once more to press kiss after kiss to her face.

When his legs began to get pins and needles, Henry reluctantly let her go. Standing, he tripped over his own feet, Henry’s swaying combined with his clumsiness making it seem as though he were drunk.

"Everything alright, mate?" Dom asked as Henry finally came in through the door, Dom hugging his brother-in-law a little tighter than normal, concern etched in his features.

"Yeah, yeah, just a very long day. Glad to be back with the munchkin and to apparently have dinner made for me…Gen," Henry spoke the last part with emphasis, shooting her a half-smile and a wink, not in the least mad at her for making him dinner. If anything, he was relieved he wouldn't have to wait until they were home.

He didn't even flinch as Soph crawled up onto his lap as his plate was set in front of him, Henry crooking his finger at Gen before she could leave, a warm kiss pressed to her cheek in thanks.

"Thank you for doing this today. I owe you big time," he murmured, cupping the back of her head for a moment, Henry wanting her to be certain that he meant every word.

“Just remember, you’re not alone in this,” Gen whispered back, her expression tight and filled with an emotion that was both intense and unreadable, a cross between anguish and worry.

“Hands off my wife, pal,” Dom joked to bring some levity to the room, his hands coming down on Henry’s shoulders with a friendly shake. Henry’s mind set out to hurt him, reminding him of the many daydreams of Zoe, of their lunchtime conversations, long enough to make him flinch in his seat, the thoughts feeling like blasphemy.

There was once a time where he’d come back with a quip of his own, something quick-witted to keep the room laughing just a little longer. As it stood however, Dom’s words were just a painful reminder that there was only one married man in the room. Putting on a brave face, Henry managed to look the part, but his voice betrayed him, coming out soft and broken.

“You got a good one, mate, that’s for sure, but I got the angel.”

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BTS’ Reaction: You’re Pregnant

KIM NAMJOON

“Why are you recording again?” Namjoon raises his brow at you, but he smiles nonetheless.

Your husband hates it when you’re holding a camera because it only means you’re either pranking him or exposing his not-so-husband-material attitude to the ARMYs, his fans.

“I just want to record your reaction!” you grin as you focus the gadget on him.

You gave Namjoon a present today. Admittedly, he is ecstatic when he found a small purple box wrapped in a silver ribbon in his working table. You like surprising your husband and that’s one of the many things he loves about you.

“This is a Ryan plushy.” he pouts, pretending to be bored with the idea of seeing another line character pillow, but in reality, he’s thrilled. He will never get over his obsession with the said toy.

You shrug your shoulders; a small smile is still plastered on your pretty lips.

“Open it.” you urge him.

Namjoon’s dimples are apparent. He can’t help but smile while opening your gift to him.

Your hands are shaking while watching your husband’s reaction. The transition between his goofy grin to a scowl makes your stomach twitched.

Oh my, God. Did he see it already? Isn’t he happy?

“You...” He’s the one shaking now. His eyes are sparkling and you don’t know if it is because of love, fear, excitement, or....lust.

Probably the combination of four but the first and last emotions you can think of are the most obvious.

“Baby, are you really...” He suddenly stands up. Namjoon is agile. In a blink of an eye, he’s already standing before you—invading your personal space.

“You’re really pregnant, my love?” His eyes are pleading. It is as if he’s begging you to tell him that yes there’s really a human being growing inside of your body and no this isn’t a prank.

“With your child, Joonie.” You smile at him—there are tears threatening to fall in your eyes.

Namjoon kisses your tears away before burying his face on the crook of your neck.

“F-Fuck—” He sobs and moans. “I’m going to be a dad!”

“Joon...” You tighten your grip on your camera as you record your husband’s reaction. Damn. Namjoon is draining your energy. He is kissing and marking your neck. You can feel his cock poking your stomach.

Namjoon is so fucking turned on because you are pregnant. With his baby.

“Turn off the camera, baby...” He moans in your neck.

You close your eyes as you stop yourself from moaning. Namjoon’s hands are all over your body—touching everywhere—owning every part of you.

“N-No. I promised your fans that I’ll be—” You blush and gasp when he cups your clothed heat.

Shit. You’re glad the camera is only capturing half of your bodies. You like to share everything to the public since your husband is a superstar, but you don’t want them to know how good your husband is with his fingers.

“Turn that off, babe. I’ll go live later. Please...” He whispers the last word in your ears as he shamelessly and lazily looks at the camera. He inserts his fingers in your cunt. “I’m so fucking hard right now...”

Namjoon groans when he felt how wet you are for him. Fuck. You are really his dirty little slut.

“ARMY...” He bats his eyelashes at the camera, Joon looks fucked out already. His face is flushed and his breathing is heavy.

“I’ll talk to you later, okay? I need...” He spanks your dripping cunt. “To...talk...” and then he massages it. “To my wife first...I’ll see you all in a bit.”

Namjoon snatches the camera away from you—he throws it on the couch and then he attacks your pouty lips.

“ Now...” He nuzzles your nose before cupping your ass. “Let me taste the mother of my child...”

KIM SEOKJIN

“We’ll look at together, okay?”

You nod weakly at Seokjin after listening to his kind words.

“It’s okay if we don’t see two lines. We can keep trying, Princess...” He holds your hands.

You and your husband Seokjin have been trying to get pregnant for four years now. Truthfully, you are getting tired of this. For four years, you hoped—you used a lot of pregnancy tests only to end up disappointed. Seokjin’s mom told you and your husband to go see a doctor, but you never listened to her.

What if it’s you? What if you’re infertile? You don’t think you can’t accept that.

“Are you ready?” Seokjin smiles at you. It is a kind smile—the type of smile that calms your anxious soul.

You shift in your seat uncomfortably. The both of you are seated on the edge of the bed; the pregnancy test is resting on your lap. The two of you don’t dare to look at it.

“I-I’m scared...” There are tears in your eyes.

Seokjin sighs.

“It’s fine, Princess. We can always....” He trails off. He doesn’t know if mentioning adoption is okay. You are pretty sensitive. For years, you have told Seokjin that you want to be a mother. A biological mother of a cute baby.

“One...” You start to count.

“Two...” He follows you. Your heart is beating so fast and hard.

“Three!”

And then you look.

“Oh—” Your voice crack.

Two lines.

There are two lines!

“Yes!” Seokjin engulfes you into a hug.

Oh my God!

“We did it, Princess. We’re going to be parents!” Your husband kisses the top of your head.

You’re crying. This feels too good to be true! Are you really pregnant?

“Hush...my wife is going to be a mum.” Seokjin cups your crying face.

You keep your mouth shut. Everything is too much and your mind keeps on throwing anxiety and fear at you.

What if you fucked this one up? What if you’re not a going to be a good mom?

Seokjin instantly knew what you’re thinking. He knows you inside out.

“Don’t overthink, Princess. Everything is fine. You are going to be the best mom in the world. I am here. We’re going to raise our baby together.” He kisses you again. “I love you so much. More than so much.”

He isn’t only saying this to make you feel better. Seokjin just knows. You love too much. Actually, you are the only person who loves him truthfully and hardly.

Your husband is the CEO of one of the most prominent companies in South Korea. You’re merely an employee in the said firm. Seokjin is aware that many people are kissing his ass just to be promoted. You, on the other hand, are different.

You are honest to him. You tell him what needs to be improved and you like him as Kim Seokjin and not CEO Kim Seokjin. You didn’t need his money.

You only need him.

“I love you too, Seokjin...” You finally say before responding to his kiss.

MIN YOONGI

“Get the fuck away from me, Min!”

Your husband named Yoongi sighs. You are being difficult. Again.

“Calm down, baby. Pregnant women should relax...” He coos as he tries to embrace you. For the nth time, you push his chest away.

“I am not pregnant!” You scream at him.

Yoongi is so fucking annoying. He keeps on telling you that you are carrying his child, but no. He’s not right. You know your body well. It is your body after all.

“Oh, yes you are...” He ignores your annoyed face. Yoongi lies down beside you and then he hugs you tightly.

“I told you to get away from me!” You exclaim again, though you made no effort to remove his warm hands away from you. Frankly, Yoongi’s so soft and warm that just wanna cuddle him. But for some reason, you are so pissed off at him. He didn’t do anything wrong and you know it—wait. Actually, he did something wrong.

Yeah. He definitely did. He keeps telling you you’re pregnant when you are not.

“Hmm...you smell so nice...” Yoongi buries his face on your neck. You stifle a moan when he kisses and licks the base of your throat.

“And you’re all mine...” His right hand grips your boob while his left hand is playing with your ass.

“Ah, f-fuck...Yoongi!” This time, you didn’t bother to stop yourself from moaning. Yoongi’s hands, mouth, and cock feel so good.

“What does my baby want?” He continues pleasuring you.

“You...” You say shamelessly. You hear him chuckle as you reach for his zipper.

You want him so bad.

“Wanna ride me, baby?”

You actually want him to fuck your mouth, but damn. Riding him sounds way better. You miss his fat cock. The last time you fucked him was last week. Yoongi is busy with work and pissing you off that you refuse to make love to him last night.

“Answer me, whore.” He spanks your ass. “Do you wanna ride me?”

“Mmpph—yes!” you grind on his hips. “Let your little whore ride you, Yoongi. I want to feel your fat cock on my wet and tight pussy. Please. Please!”

Yoongi lets out an animalistic groan. You’re really impatient that he just wants to give into you—to let you feel everything you want. You want his cock? Fine. You’re getting it stuffed in your three holes. You want his fingers? Fuck, then yes. He’ll finger you vigorously and then he’ll let you taste your own cum.

But no. You can’t win this time. Yoongi needs to confirm something first.

“No.” Yoongi gets away from you.

What?

“Did you just...” You blink and sit on the bed. Did he really refuse to fuck you when you’re so ready to be used by him?

What the fuck?

“Is this your way of getting back at me!?” You clench your jaw.

You’re beyond mad and he knows it. Your eyes are blown wide and your face is red. This only happens when you’re annoyed at him.

Yoongi almost gives in again.

Almost.

“How can I ever refuse you?” He coos again, Yoongi licks his lower lip as his eyes darken.

You scoff.

“Then fuck me already!”

“No.” he sighs before reaching something out of the pocket of his jeans. “Not yet. Not until you try this...”

Pregnancy tests.

You huff. So he’s still not done insisting that you’re going to be a mother?

“Fine!” You snatch the tests from him. If this is the only way to feel his cock inside of you then so be it!

Your husband brought three pregnancy tests and you’re heart jumps in your throat when you got six lines in total.

Fuck. You are really pregnant!

Your heart feels light. Shit. You are not expecting a baby yet since the both of you just got married recently. But what the hell. This is a blessing right?

“So?” Yoongi furrows his brow upon seeing you get out of the bathroom.

Your heart is thumping as you look at his expectant face.

You raise your head high.

“Start thinking of a name, Min.”

“I knew it!” He breaks into a really huge grin, his gummy smile is visible that you just want to melt.

Ah, Yoongi is a soft baby.

“How did you know, anyway?” You’re crying when he embraces you.

He just chuckles, kissing your forehead, your eyes,and your nose.

“I just know...” And then he kisses your lips.

JUNG HOSEOK

You stare at yourself in the floor length mirror in front of you.

Your skimpy dress perfectly hugged your curves. All of your friends tell you how jealous they are because of your sexy body.

Mina, your best friend, never failed to mention how she envies your flat stomach.

Well, not anymore though.

No one knows, but you can feel your baby bump growing. Of course. You are pregnant with your boyfriend’s baby.

You are carrying the child of the great hip-hop dancer of all time: Jung Hoseok.

“Beautiful...” Hoseok wraps his hands around your tiny waist. He’s right behind you and oh, my God. It’s been three seconds but you can already feel his cock poking your ass.

“Good morning, sweetheart.” Hoseok bites the shell of your ear as he stares at you in the mirror.

Fuck. He looks so hot like this. His eyes are dark and hungry. He wants you at seven in the morning.

“M-Morning...” You reply hoarsely, closing your eyes.

Your knees are turning into jellies because of the way your boyfriend is staring at you. If you don’t shut your eyes, you will definitely go crazy.

“How much is this dress?” Hoseok questions as he plays with the hem of your dress.

You moan. He isn’t touching you yet, but you’re already so fucking wet for him. Damn.

“I-I...around two hundred dollars...”

“We’ll fuck it...” He rips off your expensive dress.

You gasp.

“Hoseok!” you open your eyes, ready to reprimand him for ruining your dress; however, you are only able to purse your lips together when you saw how dark his eyes are.

Jung Hoseok is so fucking hot. His long blond hair is tied in a bun. His chest is hot against your bare back.

“You’re so fucking perfect...” He plays with your nipple while biting and licking the shelf of your ear.

“I’m so lucky to have you.” He whispers.

You close your eyes again. Hoseok makes you weak. You can’t watch him destroy you.

He runs his hands all over your body to feel you. He runs it on your shoulders, your chest, and your stomach.

Your stomach...

Something hits you.

“H-Hoseok...” You stammer.

He only hums because he’s busy sucking hickies on the side of your neck. God, he is addicted to you.

“I-I need to tell you something...”

You can’t focus on the pleasure he’s giving you since you’re losing your mind. What you’re about to say might cause your relationship to end.

Hoseok is only twenty five. You’re way too young to raise a baby as well. However, you already chose to keep this child—even if your boyfriend doesn’t want to.

“What is it, sweetheart?” He whispers in your ears again. His voice is so soft, and low that you instantly told him what you’ve been meaning to say.

“I’m pregnant.”

Silence.

Your heart falls on the floor when he didn’t say anything at all. Your eyes are still shut so you can’t see his reaction. Though you felt him freeze. He also stops kissing you.

When you found the courage to open your eyes, you see Hoseok smiling down at you. His eyes are darker—lust and affection are still there.

“Finally...” He smirks at you.

Finally? What does that even mean? Hoseok smiles again, it is as if he’s reading your mind because he answers your question without you vocalizing it.

“I’ve been trying to get you pregnant, sweetheart.” He confesses sheepishly. He spins you around so you’re facing him.

“I told you I want to fuck you raw because it feels good, but I just...” He scratches the back of his head. “Want you to be the mother of my child. I uh...threw all of your pills and filled the bottle with candy tablets.”

You gasp. What the hell?

“P-Please don’t be mad at me!” He winces as he tries to snake his arms around your waist.

You didn’t protest.

“H-Hoseok...I—” You trail off, not really knowing what to say. So he planned this, huh?

“You know my family is conservative. They’ll force you to marry me.”

“I know.” He says quickly. “And I want to. I really do. I’m afraid you’ll say no...And uh, that’s actually one of the reasons why I tried to get you pregnant.”

You couldn’t believe your ears. Damn. Your boyfriend is crazy.

He is crazy and you like it. Maybe you’re crazy too.

“Marry me, then.”

He smiles and nods.

“I will.”

PARK JIMIN

Jimin paces back and forth while looking at your unconscious figure.

How did this happen?

He’s on the verge of crying now. This is his fault! You fainted because he forced you to jog with him. You hated running.

“J-Jimin?” You blink slowly as you try to focus your vision on the man in front of you.

“Babe!” Jimin holds your hands. He breathes in and out slowly. Fuck! He was so worried about you!

“What happened?” you ask weakly.

Jimin’s smile is shy and full of guilt.

“You fainted so I brought you here.”

Jimin immediately brought you to the hospital the moment you collapsed on the ground. He was so frightened because he thought he’ll lose you.

You are about to answer your boyfriend, but the doctor interrupts you.

Doctor Choi congratulates you and Jimin. You are so confused until...

“You’re pregnant!” The doctor smiles. Apparently, pregnancy causes your blood pressure to go down that’s why you fainted.

“Babe! We’re pregnant!” Jimin beams at you. He’s smiling and crying at the same time. You thought he’s insane. He’s happy that you’re pregnant? But you two are so young!

“W-We’re keeping the baby?” You ask meekly.

Doctor Choi exited the scene to give the two of you some privacy.

Jimin grins kindly at you.

“I didn’t think that I’ll be a father at the age of 23, but I’m glad I’m doing this with you.” Jimin kisses your lips. “I want to keep our child, but it’s your choice, babe.”

He’s giving you the option, though there’s desperation in his voice. He wanted this.

“We’re keeping it, then.” You decide. This kid is made out of love so it is fair enough to keep it. Besides, you have a stable job.

You and Jimin talk more about your future plans. Your life for the next twenty years have been planned in just twenty minutes. Jimin manages to convince you to move in with him, to raise your baby with him and to marry him.

“I don’t have a ring with me right now though.” Jimin kisses your lips after proposing. You thought he’ll go get a promise ring or something when he stands up, but when you ask him where he’s going, he only giggles at you.

“Gotta call Doctor Choi.”

“Why?” You knit your brows together.

Jimin’s grin widens.

“I’m just gonna...” He wiggles his brows at you. “Ask the doctor if it’s fine to still make love to you. I don’t want to poke our kid you know.”

You gasp as you shake your head. That’s what he’s going to ask the doctor? Seriously?

“No. Jimin. You’re not gonna poke our baby.” Your lips protrude into a small pout. “I’ve read it somewhere that it’s okay to fuck—”

“Sssh!” He covers your mouth as he corrects you. “Make love! From now on, we’re gonna use the term ‘make love.’ I don’t want my child to hear that we’re just f-u-c-k-i-n-g!” He pronounces each letter in the word ‘fucking’ rapidly.

You shake your head again. God. Your fiancé is so dumb.

“Don’t laugh at me! I’m serious!” He’s blushing and you can’t help but chuckle. He’s just so cute!

“Fine.” You pout again to stop yourself from laughing. “We’re going to make love later at home.” You agree, emphasizing the words ‘make love.’

Jimin licks his lower lips as he eyes your tits.

“What do you say about wall sex and handcuffing you tonight?”

You whimpered at his words. He’s so fucking dirty.

“Deal.” But you love it nonetheless.

KIM TAEHYUNG

“I’m pregnant, Taehyung.”

Kim Taehyung a.k.a your fuckbuddy for exactly six months, purses his lips together when you drop the shocking news to him.

Pregnant.

He didn’t think that this eight letter word can make him feel...things.

You sigh when Taehyung doesn’t say anything. The guy is just staring at you like you’re a damn puzzle he cannot solve. Of course. What is he supposed to say? You’ve been fucking each other for half a year already, but he didn’t think this would happen.

This never happened to him.

“It’s okay if you want to stop seeing me now.” You say honestly.

You know you can’t continue your relationship with him anyway. Your belly will eventually grow big and you won’t be attractive to him anymore. Besides, who wants to fuck a pregnant lady? Surely, the only ones who are turned on by the idea of banging a lady carrying a child is either the one who impregnated the said woman or someone who has a pregnancy kink.

Taehyung is neither of the two options.

Taehyung doesn’t have a pregnancy kink and you aren’t sure yet if he is really the father of your baby.

Well, let’s just say that you’re dumb enough to let stranger men fuck you without. God. You don’t even know the face, let alone the name of the men you had sex with for the past month!

You and Taehyung haven’t decided to sleep exclusively. It was never an issue for you until you caught feelings for him. Stupid. You’re fucking stupid.

Upon realizing that you have feelings for your fuckbuddy and the fact that he’s probably out there banging some random girl (again, you’re not exclusive) make your stomach twitched.

You were jealous and the only way to shake off the annoying feeling is by sleeping with other guys—you thought someone out there can fuck you better than Taehyung. You desperately need that. You want someone better than him because you know you can never have him. At least not in the way you want to.

The only problem is: no one is better than Taehyung. God, he is the best.

“Don’t feel burdened by this, Tae...” You speak again when he remains silent. It’s getting eerily quiet here and frankly, you hate the way he’s looking at you right now—like you’re the most fragile thing in this world.

The only reason why you told him that you are pregnant is because it’s getting harder and harder to refuse him. He’s been begging you to let him fuck you, but you keep on turning him down when you realized that you are pregnant.

“Really, Tae—”

He cuts you off by his shocking words.

“I am the father of your child.” He announces confidently.

You thought he’s joking—a lame joke to make you feel better, but when you see how serious his eyes are, you just swallow.

“T-Tae...I—” You trail off, not really knowing what to say. However, he surprises you again by cupping your face and looking at you straight in the eyes, his stare is full of love.

“I don’t care if you say it’s not me. Fuck. I can’t watch you start a family with anyone else.” He gently caresses your cheek. “I know it’s part of our deal to keep it casual, but I-I can’t do it anymore, baby. I love you so much that keeping it to myself hurts. I want you. I am willing to father your child, just please. Don’t leave me...”

“Do you mean that?” You sob.

He pulls you closer and then he kisses your forehead.

“Of course, baby...”

“I love you, Tae. I have always been in love with you.”

He smiles at that.

“Me too, baby.” Another kiss. “Me too.”

JEON JUNGKOOK

Jungkook is only twenty two years old when you found out that he got you pregnant.

“Noona, I’ll go to the studio now.” Your boyfriend flashes his bunny smile that never fails to make your insides melt.

“Take care, Kook.” You don’t even look at him as you say this. You’re in the kitchen—pretending to be busy preparing your breakfast.

“No kiss?” He wraps his arms around your flat tummy. Jungkook still doesn’t know that you are carrying his baby.

And you don’t have any plans telling him that.

“I smell like onion, Kook. Just go away.” You tilt your head to the side so his kiss lands on your cheek. “You’ll be late.”

His lips protrude into a sulky pout and you try so hard not to give in. God, why is your boyfriend so irresitable?

“Fine.” He turns to walk away.

You sigh in peace thinking that he’s really leaving. When he’s finally out of the door, you immediately pull out your suitcase under the couch.

You’re living with Jungkook for two years now, but you decide to move out today. Your boyfriend is too young to be a father. Besides, Jungkook is at the peak of his career as a singer. His fans can be a little too much, you are aware that as soon as they find out that Jungkook has a child; they will definitely turn their backs away from him.

Being a famous singer is Jungkook’s dream, you can’t take that away from him.

As you open the door to leave, a loud gasp escapes your lips.

“N-Noona, are you leaving!?” His pale face welcomes you.

Jungkook is still at the door...

“J-Jungkook, I....” You blink, clearly caught off guard. “You’re still here...”

Tears fall down his cheeks as he nods his head. He realizes that he cannot leave without kissing you, so he decides to go back.

“You’re leaving me?” He looks so hurt. His voice even cracks.

Your stomach turns upside down.

“Jungkook...” There are tears threatening to fall in your eyes as well. “I’m sorry.”

He asks you why.

“Am I not enough, Noona? Don’t you love me anymore?” He shakes your shoulders, begging for an answer. “Or did I do something to hurt you?”

Your tears fall.

Jungkook’s heart sinks.

“Is that it? I hurt you?” He hugs you tight. “Then I’m sorry. I’m so sorry! P-Please, baby...don’t leave me. I’ll do better...” He embraces you even tighter. “I’ll be a good boy. Your good boy!”

“Jungkook, that’s not it...”

“Then tell me what’s wrong!” He looks desperate as he stares deep into your eyes.

The plan is to leave and never contact him again, but everything changed when you saw how lonely he looked.

You realize that you can’t do this to him.

“I’m pregnant, Kook. You’re the father—”

He didn’t let you finish talking because he’s already kissing you. Jungkook wraps his arms around your waist and then he kicks your suitcase out.

“Jungkook, why’d you do that!?” You break the kiss.

He pouts his lips again. “Because I don’t want you to leave!”

“I’m not leaving anymore, silly!”

Deciding to leave him is stupid and selfish. You just realized that now. This is Jungkook’s baby too, so you should at least consider his opinion.

“That’s okay, I’ll just buy you and our baby new clothes.” He kisses you again.

You huff between the kiss.

“We don’t even know the gender of the baby, Kook—mmpp...”

He shuts you up by pressing his lips deeper into yours. He even bites the bottom of your lip.

“Ssshhhh...We could talk about that later,” he tugs at the hem of your shirt. “Just let me feel you for now...”

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