#oh what wouldn’t I do to be able to visit my parents for dinner

[pumpking64]

It’s the small things in life you guys…. My mum visited me earlier today for a few hours and it was so nice to just sit next to her and write on my exam and eat lunch together, but I had to leave the house long before her. And when I got back she had left me a tiny gift she had gotten in the city during the day, with a sweet note next to it <3 and I just love her so much

And as if that was not endearing enough, she left me an apple, an orange and a banana, clearly placed in the shape of a smiley. And I cannot imagine her doing that on accident <3

[fandangotales]

Getting Isekai’d with your parent/parents in CULT AU / SAGAU

Warnings: Toxic/abusive parent child relationships mentioned, stereotypical parent child relationships, yandere, disturbing content, description of blood!

Summary: Multiple scenarios in which your parents or parent gets isekai’d with you to Teyvat! GN READER!

REBLOGS AND COMMENTS ARE VERY APPRECIATED! THANK YOU!

In which the reader is isekai’d with their mom:

The acolytes would love her, especially since she is related to you.

Oh? She mentioned a favorite perfume, or a preferred dish?

Cue your residence being overflown with gifts not only for you, but also for your mother.

Surely gaining her favor would be beneficial to gaining the Creator’s, right?

Mothers typically know a lot about their children, so it wouldn’t be strange for the acolytes to ask her many questions about your life as a child, your preferences, your favorite acolyte, your typical sleeping position-

I’d also watch out for what she might tell them about your childhood, as the acolytes painstakingly record and revere pretty much anything related to your existence.

You got your ears pierced when you were 5?

It is now a religious tradition for a child’s ears to be pierced on their 5th birthday in honor of the Creator.

In general, your mother is not worshiped as a deity, but is highly respected by all in Teyvat. This is mainly due to your relationship and closeness with her.

Disrespecting or upsetting her is unimaginable, as it would be upsetting to you.

In which the reader is isekai’d with their dad:

“You’re not good enough for my child, stay away from them.”

The second the acolytes hear this line, they were about to fall to the floor in devestation, if it wasn’t for your hasty reassurance.

“Dad! You can’t just say that, they are all nice people-” you protested, nervously scanning over the upset faces of the crowd. “Don’t mind him, this is just something he says often!”

…

After that fiasco, many of your worshipers attempted to prove themselves to your father, much to his annoyance.

—————

“Sir, I can assure you that they would be well cared for! The finest of any kind of item would be theirs the second they asked, and I would do my very best to ensure their happiness!” The ginger pleaded, doing his very best to impress the man before him. “I also consider myself a family man, just ask anyone around about how much I value my dear siblings-“

“…and how much did you say that you make a year?” Your dad asked, gruffly staring Childe down.

His dull eyes seemed to light up, sensing an opportunity to sway the man’s favor. He leaned in close to his ear, whispering his… impressive salary. The older man nodded, as he patted the ginger on the back.

“You can take them out to dinner next week. They mentioned wanting to visit Wanmin restaurant to me the other day.”

⚠️ Dark content starts below this line!!! ⚠️

In which the reader is isekai’d with abusive parents:

The Cult AU is the absolute worst AU for those people to be in.

Your followers do not tolerate any disrespect or negativity directed at you, from anybody.

And if they became aware of they way your parents treat you?

Let’s just say that they’ll never bother you again! :D

Of course if you don’t want them… permanently erased from your life, the acolytes will respect your decision. But that doesn’t mean they will be happy about it.

Perhaps if they changed the way they treated you, and genuinely apologized for the suffering you went through because of them, then maybe they would be forgiven by your worshipers.

However, if they did not repent for their sins against you, then their life in Teyvat, (If your mercy allowed them to keep it), would be awful.

Angry glares from anyone they meet, the inability to purchase items from merchants, the constant harassment from your followers…

It would simply be a shame if they weren’t able to live with it.

And if you felt upset over their inevitable death, whether it be by themselves or some unpredictable accident it always coming for them, you could always seek comfort in the arms of your acolytes.

Hold one of them as you sob into their shoulders, as they become the reason for your comfort.

Let your sweet, innocent followers take care of everything, cook all your meals, brush your hair and maintain your body, let them offer themselves to you fully-

You shouldn’t have to lift a single finger. You deserved their utmost adoration and devotion.

Now that they are gone, you can finally be worshiped and loved in the way you always should have been.

They must’ve tainted your mind, made you think you were unworthy.

They must’ve been the reason your expression contorts into one of unease when your acolytes offer sacrifices and perform rituals in your name.

They must be the reason you felt an underlying sense of wrongness, starting with the very first interaction you had with your once beloved characters.

You are no god, you are unsafe, and these “people” are insane.

YOU. NEED. TO. LEAVE.

…

“We will now commence the offering, in honor of The Divine One. As they created a perfect world for us, we will maintain an obedient and thankful following for them. Let these corpses of those who have committed grave sins against Their Grace serve as a reminder for all.”

The once white altar was stained a dark red, as a large pool formed beneath the two mutilated corpses were haphazardly placed upon the smooth rock.

Your throat constricted, as you fought back bile. The oh-so-familiar faces of your parents burned into your eyes.

The priest raised his arms, beginning a prayer with the worshipers. You could feel the eyes of the people around you searing into your skull. Your head began pounding, as their words became more morbid and deranged.

“Oh Creator, we dedicate the bodies of these sinners to you. As your servants we humbly offer this gift to you, as thanks for all you have done and continue to do. With earnest hope, we wish this simple gift to you brings you joy.”

[ksnfangz]

PART SEVEN : RICKY WHEN I CATCH YOU RICKY

nervously taping his fingers against the wooden tables jungwon continued to stare at the door of the local library. He had settled for a more basic outfit, wearing a plain white t-shirt with a grey jacket thrown over to protect him from the cold air.

He would occasionally look down at his phone hoping that a text from y/n would pop up letting him know that she was there. His coffee was now half drunken while hers began to get cold.

Why is he so nervous? It is just a study session not a date.

The familiar sound of a text notification filled his ears and he quickly picked up his phone

y/nie 🐈 : hey im here where are you sitting??

wonnie 🐈‍⬛ : I’m kinda in the back by the graphic novels! you should be able to see me from the main door though.

y/nie 🐈 : okay here I come

read

Jungwon felt his brain freeze as the girl made her way toward him with what he would describe as the cutest smile on her face. Was she that happy to see him?

“ Hi!” jungwon says gesturing for the girl to sit across from him. “ Hey, thank you again for helping me. I suck ass at essays not even sure how I made it through high school.” Y/n says with a small laugh digging through her bag to pull out her textbook, pencils, and a note book decorated with different stickers.

“ Oh, I got you a coffee!” Jungwon informs sliding the drink over to the girl trying not to noticeably watch her taste it.

“ Woah it’s really sweet!” Y/n says her face twisting. “I’m usually a little lighter on the sugar but it’s still good, thank you wonnie.” the girl states taking another sip. Jungwon would have a word with sunghoon later. wait for wonnie? Does she just—

“ Sorry if it’s too sweet I asked sunghoon how you liked it he told me you like a lot of sugar but now that I think about it shouldn’t have trusted him.” Jungwon rambles.

“ It’s okay jungwon, it’s the thought that counts next time I’ll buy you a coffee.”

wait next time? there was gonna be a next time? Jungwon smiled to himself.

“ I’ll hold you to that, now onto this essay what’s it about?” Jungwon asks.

“ we’re supposed to share our opinions on whether or not we agree with the author's view on how nature connects to human lives but my reasonings aren’t good enough,” she explains a small pout resting on her lips.

“ She said I need to find the deeper meaning or something.” y/n scoffs opening her laptop.

“ That doesn’t make much sense… it’s supposed to be an opinion-based answer. So why do you need to explain a deeper meaning?” Jungwon asks.

“ That’s what I’m saying.” y/n exclaims before covering her mouth completely forgetting they were in a library. The girl mumbled a small sorry to the old librarian as she walked past them with a judgmental eye.

The rest of their time was spent working through the essay, jungwon hoping that the girl wouldn’t notice his shaky hands as he pointed out certain errors, and Y/n hoping the boy didn’t think she was a complete idiot due to her spelling and grammar errors.

Though here and there the two would somehow get onto random topics such as movies, their favorite Mukbang channels, and what colors they want to dye their hair. Pretty much anything the two could talk about to try and get to know the other more.

As the sun slowly began to set, their library date had come to an end. Jungwon quietly helped the girl pack away her items, and throw away the empty coffee cups. He’d still be having a word with sunghoon later.

“ Did you need a ride home?” the boy asks as they exit the library.

“ No, a friend is coming to get me so we can go out for dinner!” Y/n says excitedly. “I haven’t seen him in so long since he went to visit his parents in China,” she adds.

“ Oh that’s nice… I’ll wait with you until he comes,” Jungwon states.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to stand here it’s getting late.” y/n replies. “that’s the exact reason why I need to stay I’m not leaving you out here alone at night,” Jungwon explains.

“ That’s sweet of you.”

After a few more minutes a sleek black car pulled up in front of the library, and out stepped one of the best-looking guys jungwon had ever seen. “ Ricky!” y/n cheered rushing to hug the boy, jungwon tried to hide his jealousy as the male's arms wrapped around y/ns waist.

“ Hey y/nie, ready for dinner?” The blonde questioned not even acknowledging Jungwon's presence.

“ of course, I am we have a lot of catching up to do!” Y/n replied cheerfully.

“ Oh, and Ricky this is jungwon! he’s helping me with English class because I’m struggling.”

For the first time since he’d arrived, Ricky had finally looked at jungwon giving the boy a better view of his face. He kinda looks like a cat… y/n likes cats. A lot.

“ Hi, nice to meet you.” Ricky greets showing a charming smile which jungwon returns, or at least attempts to.

“ Nice to meet you too! I’ll be going now since you’re here, see you later y/n have fun at dinner.” Jungwon waves before quickly walking away to his car hearing a faint. “ Bye wonnie.” from the girl, never failing to make his cheeks glow red.

☆ 𝑪𝑨𝑻 𝑭𝑼𝑹 . . . yang jungwon a boy allergic to cat fur who risks his life everyday just to get a glance at the pretty girl who works behind the counter at manifesto cat cafe. ☕️

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A/N : i’m sorry sorry for the long wait school is kicking my ass rn… plus i have drivers ed after school on most days so i dont get home until like 7:50… sorry for any spelling / grammar errors!!

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[enjoythesilentworld]

Wille's Month - Family (Dinner)

day 21 @youngroyals-events

A glimpse at the Royal Family’s dinner table over the years.

read below or on ao3 (T, 700)

1 Without Erik

The empty chair made Wille nervous. As he’d learned over the past few months since Erik started at Hillerska, an empty chair and a missing Perfect Brother meant all attention turned on Wilhelm. He didn’t want it. He wanted his brother there and for his parents to stop spending the whole dinner interrogating him. 

“I’m not sure a neighborhood soccer team is the best use of your time, Wilhelm.” His mother appraised him over the lip of her wine glass. “There’s a very prestigious sports club close by and they’ve offered you a spot on their rowing team. That is much more becoming, don’t you think?” 

“But, mamma, I don’t want to do rowing. I like soccer and I want to hang out with my friends,” he said, trying not to sound like a petulant child. It turned out his mother heard him as one, regardless. 

She raised an eyebrow. “Wilhelm, please. Erik does rowing and he greatly enjoys it. Moreover, you will be able to make much more… appropriate friends at this club.” 

His father stayed silent as they continued to fight. Eventually she brushed him off, saying they’d continue the discussion later. The topic then drifted to Wille’s grades and how disappointed they were he wasn’t getting as good of grades as Erik. From there the dinner descended until Wille was storming off and locking himself in his room. He didn’t join them for dinner the rest of that week. 

2 With Erik

It was almost bittersweet whenever Erik visited them during his final year at school. He always had plenty of fun stories to share and plenty of teasing for Wille. But, it was all just a reminder that next year he’d be off at military school and definitely wouldn’t be coming home to visit at any regular interval. Wille was scared of what would happen to him. Their parents were already cracking down about his upcoming confirmation and ‘ensuring he’s associating with the right types’ at school. 

He tried not to think about it, wanting to enjoy having his brother there.

“I have a lot more responsibility this year,” Erik was saying. “It’s quite nice to finally be in this position after looking up to the third years when I first started. Now it’s my turn to make sure our first years stay in line.” 

He looked over to Wille and winked, a sly smirk on his face. 

“That’s wonderful, dear,” Kristina said, nodding in approval. “I think your experience as prefect will come in handy in the future.” 

Their father cut in, asking, “How’s the rowing going, then?” 

From there, the conversation diverted. More about Erik’s accomplishments. More about how oh-so-talented their rowing team was that year. More about his grades and how well he was managing his tasks as Crown Prince along with everything else. 

Wille sat in silence, as he always did, laughing at his brother’s jokes and reveling in the lack of attention on him. There was a twinge in the back of his mind that made him a tad upset. He’d been elected captain of the intramurals soccer team he’d joined at school; no one asked him about that. He also had straight A’s at the moment, save for one class. No one asked him a single question, but he was mostly alright with it. 

3 Without Erik

Wille wanted to throw that empty chair across the room. What was once an annoyance, an indicator Wille would have to dodge questions and try to convince his parents he wasn’t a total fuck up, was now a horrible, ugly reminder of the glaring hole in their lives. 

If they didn’t want to talk to Wille before, they sure didn’t now. Not with everything he’d done wrong in the past few months. Not after the fight and the sex tape and his obvious inability to handle his new role as Crown Prince. A role which he very much did not ask for. 

The dinner table was almost always quiet now, if they even had dinner together. Wille missed being at Hillerska all the time. This holiday was bad enough with Erik gone for real. The least they could do was have dinner together, but more and more often he ended up eating dinner alone. He knew grief tore families apart, but weren’t they meant to try to stick together? Shouldn’t they be leaning on each other? 

Maybe not, because the dinners they did have were stilted and uncomfortable, as if none of them could speak across the pit that had opened up between them in the shape of an empty dinner chair and an unwanted crown. 

[the-knightmare]

My second entry for @roudiseshipweek. Didn't intend to have my only two fics bookend the week, but that's how it goes sometimes.

Also on A03

The scent of pine filled the small apartment, and Louise could still feel the sticky feel of sap on her hands from dragging it up the stairs that morning. She had been eager to have it up, waking up and heading to the lot just as they opened. Now, as she watched the branches slowly settle, her stomached clenched with nerves.

Rudy didn’t know about the tree. Conveniently, she had left a few minutes after he had gone for his turn of picking up the weekly groceries. They had been living together for just under three months, with her kinda-boyfriend joining the lease after Gene took a job offer at a sound production studio a couple towns over and decided to live closer to work.

Kinda-boyfriend was the label she had decided on mentally, as even at the age of twenty when they held hands, shared a bed occasionally, and had kissed, they hadn’t quite given a name to what was between them.

Not that Louise minded. It was easier for them to be best friends and roommates that sometimes did romantic things. Though her mom and Tina called Rudy her boyfriend and she didn’t correct them. Rudy’s parents also referred to her as his girlfriend at their ‘We’re Still a Family’ dinners. When she had thought about it as she had wrestled the tree though the door, the label of boyfriend/girlfriend didn’t disgust her.

She liked how it sounded, actually.

Maybe it was time to talk about what their relationship was and how she didn’t want to just be roommates anymore.

But now that she had the tree, aided by her parents, Louise found her thoughts spiraling. The scent seemed strong, could it irritate Rudy’s lungs? Would he hate that she had gone ahead and gotten a Christmas tree without discussing it first? Especially when Louise didn’t even know if he celebrated Christmas.

“Oh god, this could mess everything up,” Louise muttered to herself. She had read enough of Tina’s romance magazines as a kid to know that holidays caused the most trouble.

Maybe he wouldn’t notice the six-foot pine tree in their living room? No, Rudy would be able to smell it if he someone managed to not see it. Just as Louise had settled on hiding the tree in her room, she heard the door unlock.

“Hey, sorry I’m late. I had a hard time finding those chocolate chip scones you like at the bakery, so I grabbed an extra gingerbread man.” Rudy called as he entered the joint dining room kitchen of the apartment.

She heard the rustle of grocery bags and knew she should go help put things away. But she also felt frozen to the spot. There wasn’t much time to think of a solution, but maybe-

“I thought I could smell pine when I came in.”

Rudy stood beside her, silently offering her the previously mentioned gingerbread man that was an identical twin to one he had already bitten into.

“What do you think? If it’s too much we can get rid of it, and I never asked if you wanted to do Christmas,” Louise ripped an arm off the cookie and stuffed it into her mouth, shutting herself up.

“I like it,” Rudy said simply, taking another bite of cookie.

“You sure?”

“Yup, it’s a good size, nice colour, and will fit any ornaments we have from our childhoods.”

Louise chewed on her cookie as she took in what Rudy said.

“You have Christmas tree ornaments?”

“My mom celebrates, so there’s bins of ornaments piled up at home. We can fill in the spaces that your ornaments don’t cover,” Rudy said, inspecting the small box Louise had gotten from her parents that day.

“We can start decorating today, get a head start and pick up the rest the next time we visit my mom?”

Louise nodded and picked up a popsicle stick framed picture of her family that she had made in second grade to hang on the tree. They made quick work of the small amount in the box. Eventually, when they ran out, Lousie busied herself arranging the stockings, then moving the furniture back that had been moved during the tree installment. Anything that kept her busy, her mind occupied away from how to start an awkward conversation.

She didn’t even notice that Rudy had disappeared until a light tap on her should brought her out of her mind. Evening had come, and the sun setting through the curtains provided the perfect atmosphere to appreciate the multi-colored lights of Christmas tree lights.

Stepping away from Rudy, Louise plugged in the lights then stepped back. Her shoulders brushed Rudy’s as she took in the festive sight of their living room.

“Hey, Louise?” Rudy starts as they stand admiring their handiwork in the dim of the tree’s lights.

“Yeah?”

Rudy shifts next to her, “I’ve been thinking about how to ask this since I moved in, but, um… I figured I could borrow some of your bravery and just go for it.”

Louise smiled as Rudy fumbled for the words. Just as she was going to suggest trying on her old bunny ears for courage, when he suddenly took her hands and knelt down with a ring appearing out of nowhere,

“I know it’s only been three years since we started officially dating, but if I’m being honest, I’ve loved you since fourth grade. Ever since our first adventure as field trip buddies, I knew I wanted to keep getting into trouble with you. I would love nothing more than for you to drag me along on adventures for the rest of my life.

Louise, will you marry me?”

Louise felt herself become breathless as she sorted through the thoughts and feelings. Confusion warred with the swell of affection as she came to fully realize how much she loved Rudy, and the two led her to freeze. In the game of chance that was her glitched brain, Louise blurted out the first thing that would come out of her mouth:

“What do you mean we’ve been dating for three years?”

As soon as she said it, she knew it was not the answer she was supposed to give to a proposal.

Taking his hands back as if her skin burned, Rudy winced and stood up. Shuffling a few steps away, her best friend (and boyfriend?) didn’t look at her as he mumbled something about misinterpreting signals.

“No, no, Rudy, hey, look at me,” Louise reached out and took his hand, “I guess I should cut Tina more slack, because I’ve just misread our relationship for years. Honestly, I was thinking about talking to you about wanting to be official since I though we were only casually a thing.”

Noticing Rudy’s face twisting, Louise felt a twang of panic. Somehow, she had made a bad situation even worse.

“I mean, I want to stay together and in hindsight we have acted like a couple since forever, especially since you’ve been sleeping in my bed more than your own. And I like that! Please don’t get me wrong, Rudy. I love you.”

As she spoke, Rudy’s face turned redder and redder. Just as she spoke out her confession, Rudy burst out with a fit of laughter. Tears rolled down his cheeks, as he bent double. Louise frowned, before a matching laugh bubbled out of her throat, and she was leaning on Rudy���s shoulder as she gasped.

Coughing, Rudy straightened up and took her hand again. She got the last of her breath back in control as a thumb ran along her knuckles. Looking up at her boyfriend, Louise found an expression of open affection on his face as he stared back at her.

“So, I never answered you properly,” Louise said.

“No, I suppose you didn’t,” Rudy replied, “but if you wanted to just stay dating for real for now that’s oka-”

“No! No, I do, or I will, or whatever the right way to say yes is. I want to marry you. We can figure out the start of our relationship later.”

A smile brighter than the Wonder Wharf tree lit up Rudy’s face.

“It gives us a story to tell at the wedding,” Louise added as Rudy slipped the ring on her.

“Yeah, so long as you’re okay with a Jewish wedding.”

Admiring the small, simple pink diamond, Louise smiled, “I don’t care if we go to the courthouse like my parents, whatever wedding you want is fine by me.”

“Sounds good to me. Oh, and by the way, happy first day of Hannukah.”

“That’s today? Oh crap, I forgot we were going to your dad’s tonight,” Louise said, pulling away from an amused Rudy to get changed.

He followed shortly after, changing into a nice shirt and hat his grandmother had given him the year before.

“I think we’ll blow my cousins promotion out of the water at dinner, so long as you can stomach being asked about when we’re having kids.”

“Have you met my mom? She’s already asked me about it after you moved in,” Louise said pausing, “wait did you propose today so that you could upstage your cousin?”

Rudy rubbed the back of his head bashfully, “I mean, kinda? The proposal is real, but I wanted to ask by tonight and kept losing my nerve.”

“That’s devious, Rudy! I love it.”

They continued their comfortable banter as they finished getting ready and left the apartment. Louise couldn’t help the smile that grew at the thought of being married to her best friend for the rest of her life.

[importantgalaxyrunaway]

Valentine’s Day (Tom Branson x y/n)

CONTENTS: smut (not to much I cut away) ⚠️ Fluff, kissing.

AUTHORS NOTE 📝: I worked really hard on this. It’s longer than most of the things I write. It was harder to make than the others and I put more effort into it so please like 👍

(Toms pov)

the servants hall is bustling with people chatting over breakfast. There was a significant increase in the amount of mail everyone got.

“why is there so much mail on a Tuesday?” mrs. Hughes questioned

“it’s saint Valentine’s Day” mr. Carson answered

“for you mr. Branson” said the kitchen maid daisy handing me a letter. I looked at the letter and saw the lovely writing of y/n. I decided that I would go into the hallway to read it. It read:

my love,

Happy Valentine’s Day. I think of you every moment of the day. Soon we will be able to be together in front of everyone. But I hope tonight you will come to my room at after dinner. I love you ever so

Sincerely, y/n

I blushed y/n wanted me to visit her tonight! On Valentine’s Day! I have been in a secret relationship for at least 2 years now. We were madly in love with each other. But we both knew we wanted to be more than just an affair. Her parents were trying to set her up with sir Richard Carlisle but she hated him. She was trying to find the right time to tell her parents about us. Anna saw me smiling at the letter in the hallway.

“got a sweetheart mr. Branson?” She joked.

“I suppose so” I chuckled smiling

(Y/n’s pov)

That day I was very excited for it was Valentine’s Day. Not because of the fancy dinners or gifts from suitors. And I did have many suitors who gave me extravagant gifts. But because I was going to see Tom tonight. I knew that so when I got ready for dinner I decided to put on one of my best and favorite dresses. So When tom came to your room he would see you after dinner he would see you like this.

This is the dress you choose. (I love it so much)

The dress perfectly hugged my waist and showed my breasts prominently. I even asked anna to do my hair in a special way.

(Your hair is like this with the clip in it like rose from titanic. This shows that y/n is more adventurous bc it was the norm to have your hair up back then)

Feeling confident in my look I went into the drawing room “ah y/n! You look nice.” Mama said as I sat down in the armchair

“Thank you” I replied smiling because today I did put in more of an effort.

“oh? Trying to attract more suitors are we” granny said chuckling. I decided to ignore her remark

“dinner is served malady” Carson said coming into the room. We all filed out of the drawing room to the dining room. Dinner went smoothly. Mrs. patmore had prepared a delicious dinner.

”but y/n there are plenty of young rich suitors out there and your not getting any younger” granny violet said

but grandmama I don’t want to marry for a title I want to marry for love. What’s so wrong with that?”

“well there’s nothing wrong with that unless your marring a servant” papa joked

the rest of the dinner went by smoothly. But I couldn’t really listen to them talk. All I could think about was Tom. The way he held me. The way he kissed me. And finally the dinner was over. I decided to go upstairs early and tell them that I wasn’t feeling well. That way i wouldn’t need Anna to undress me. And I went into my room.

(Toms pov)

it was late but I was wide awake. All I had been able to think about today was y/n. I looked to make sure no one was there and then made my way to her room by candlelight 🕯

I opened the door to see her sitting down on her bed in her dinner dress. She looked absolutely breathtaking. She looked like Aphrodite herself.I smiled at her and she smiled back “ hello love” I say

“Oh tom” she said rushing into my arms “I love you” and we shared a very passionate kiss

“ I want to tell them about us.”

“what” I say pulling away. A bit taken a back at first.

“they want me to marry soon. And I choose you”

I felt like I was going to cry of joy! “Love, I have been waiting for you to say that for 2 years.” I said “when should we tell them?”

“tomorrow I think. It will be quite a shock but we need to not back down”

(Y/n pov)

I kissed him fiercely and unlike before my kisses weren’t just full of love I want more. Tom could tell this and pushed me back “we’re not married yet. Y/n no matter how much I want to it we’re not married” he said also fighting the urge to kiss back. He wanted it just as much as her.

“we’re to be wed. And we’re in love isn’t that enough” I said looking at him

he didn’t respond and instead closed the gap in between us with his lips. He pushed me on the bed started sucking my neck. It felt so good that I let out a moan. He helped me take my dress off as I unbottoned his shirt. My dress took much longer to take off then his shirt. But when it was finally off he just starred at me with his mouth agape. I covered myself insucure.

“no love” he said reaching up to caress my cheek. “Your beautiful”

-skip cus yk what happened next 🍋🍋🍋-

when I wake up I am on my silk sheets in my bed naked next to Tom Branson. Luckily it was still night and he could get away. It was around 3 am so the staff wouldn’t be up yet.

“Tom” I said slightly shaking him

“what love?”

“you have to go” I said with a sad look on my face “I wish you could stay”

he kissed my hand and got up. He picked his clothes off the floor and got dressed.

“I’m sorry to say you won’t get much sleep”

“I wouldn’t sleep for a week if it meant I could spend another night with you” he turned to me smiling while buttoning up his shirt. I slowly walked over to the door to give him a goodbye kiss. But my legs were shaking and I was heavily sore so I had to lean against the wall and Tom.

“goodbye darling” I said with my hands around his neck and I gave him one last goodbye kiss. “Tomorrow we tell the world” and we both smiled. I looked as he peered out the door to make sure no one was there. And then slipped away quietly into the hallway.

I hope you guys liked it I worked really hard on this one and it was hard to write. But I had fun and happy Valentine’s Day! This took me a long time.

Ty for reading

[bf-skz]

24 to 25 days of SKZMAS | December 11th - Changbin

pairing: Seo Changbin x Reader

genre: second chance

synopsis: By an odd chance Changbin runs into his ex in a shopping mall while doing Christmas shopping. Unfortunately, he is accompanied by his current toxic girlfriend. However, no one can deny the clear sparks between them.

warnings: -

words: 817

11th day of SKZMAS

December 11th

Changbin hates to do this. He really, really does but he cannot shake the weird feeling in his stomach. He is almost sure he is wrong, though… time to find out.

“Babe?” he asks where he is packing out the takeaway boxes from their bag. He is not a fan of pad thai, but she always convinces him to get dinner from the weirdest (and most expensive) places.

“Yeah, baby?” she asks back, lighting a candle on the table. 

“I have been doing a little calculating…” he says slowly, taking a glance at her. She isn't looking at him, and he takes it as a good sign. “And I've realized we have a little less left for the holidays than I originally thought.”

“Oh, how come?” she turns around, tilting her head. 

“I don't know… I was completely sure we had some on my spare card, the prepaid one?” he says, and she looks clueless as ever. “I think I should cancel that card. Someone must have stolen the details and now they’re using it.”

“Now, don’t make rushed decisions like that, boo.” she chuckles nervously, stepping to him and placing her hands around his arm. “I’m sure that no one stole the card. You must have used it and forgot it in the haze of the holidays.” she waves him off. “Besides, you would be able to ask for money from your parents, wouldn’t you?”

“Well, I would, but I don't need it.” he says with a frown. “We are not completely broke, we will just have to watch how much we spend now. Good thing we have ordered the food for the holidays in advance.” he smiles at her as he carries the food to the table. His girlfriend still has a sour expression on her face, so he goes on.

“Hey, don't worry, okay? We don't need money to be happy together, do we?”

“Well, I guess not.” she huffs. “But how will I have an outfit for Christmas and the New Years this way? I need at least 3 for the holidays and if we visit your parents then 4.” she explains with an exasperated sigh. “I need accessories for it, too.” 

“Thought we already got all of it last week.” Changbin says, caressing her arm. “When we spent a smaller fortune in that designer shop… remember that blue dress? It looked amazing on you.” 

“Yes, that was one dress.” she counters. “I was planning to surprise you with some more.” she pouts, poking his cheek. 

“You don't need to.” Changbin says, pulling her in to kiss her cheek. “I like it most when you don't wear anything anyway.” he whispers to her with a chuckle. “How about I get the card blocked and then we take this to the bedroom?”

“No!” she breaks down, pushing him away. “That is my card!” she screams at him hysterically.

“It's- what?” Changbin asks and his eyes grow in shock. What did just happen…?

“I was using that card.” she sighs dramatically. “I figured since it’s prepaid, you wouldn’t mind and it was my spending card… clearly you wanted me to have it, otherwise why would you keep it?”

“Jesus, and you didn't think of telling me? I've been trying to figure out who is taking all the money for a week now!” Changbin exclaims. “Why didn't you tell me? And what did you buy anyway? I thought we got everything together this month? From my actual credit card?”

“I needed some shoes and gifts so that they will look better under the tree.” she exclaims. “It was a necessity and an emergency!” 

“You should’ve asked me!” Changbin tells her and then, it hits him. “You- I think you should give my card back.”

“What? Why?” she gasps, clutching her purse defensively. “I have to pay for your gift tomorrow…” she lies and Changbin knows she didn't have anything planned for him. She always said she isn't good with gifts.

“Okay, then I will go with you and pay for it.” Changbin says, not backing down. He is losing his patience now and that’s really not like him.

“But, baby…” she smiles, touching his arm to distract him with her looks.

“No.” Changbin says, taking a step back. “I need to go.” he turns on his heels and grabs his coat from the hanger.

“Where are you going, honey?” she rushes after him, batting her lashes. “Come back! I will put on my cutest lingerie for you.” 

“Don't wait up for me.” he says, and closes the door right before she could follow him.

In a few minutes, he is sitting in his car, driving on the streets of the city without an destination in mind. He has always found comfort in driving around, it clears his head better than any walk he could take.

He doesn't want to think about all the red flags; all the times his friends told him to beware of gold diggers, all the returned birthday presents that just “weren't the right color”, all the vacations overseas… he should've known better. Not because he has dealt with countless people who wanted to use him for money, but because of the ones who didn't.

He thinks about you. You, who were happy to receive a hand-drawn card for you birthday from him. You, who cooked for him when the fridge in the dorms was empty. You, sweet, selfless you whom his mother always adored.

Before he knows it, he is parked in a small, dark parking lot, and he doesn't take a second to realize where he is. He knows the place so well he could find his way here without trying.

It was your place, the two of you. You showed him this hidden little underground bar in the outskirts of the city, looking cold and untrustworthy on the outside but once you enter, it is warm and cozy. The exact opposite of his current relationship, he thinks bitterly as he walks in.

There is some quiet music in the background of friendly chatter and hearty laughs from the few desks in there, and it comforts Changbin instantly. He walks up to the counter to order some juice – he still needs to drive home – and he is ready to find a seat when-

There you are. Sitting at your usual table, holding something that looks like a mug of sweet mulled wine, watching him.

“Fancy seeing you here.” You call out with a sweet, comforting smile that makes his heart flutter. You pat the seat next to you and he walks over with the brightest smile that you adore so much.

to be continued...

[my-head-is-an-animal]

The Sitter

Mycroft Holmes x Bethany Wheeler (OFC)

Story Masterlist

Chapter 11 - Peru

I’m going to Peru in about four days time, will be gone for two weeks. – BW

It had been nearly a month since Mycroft had called her, he hadn’t contacted her since then to arrange dinner, mostly because he’d been keeping an eye on the situation with Sherlock and A.G.R.A. He was aware that one of the members was currently tracking Mary but had both limited time and resources to devote to it. People like Mary tended not to last too long, but also if Sherlock was tracking down the Thatcher busts, it probably wasn’t a good thing.

Hiking in the Andes? Or visiting Machu Picchu? – MH

Maybe both. I’ve got two weeks to fill with adventures. Do you have any suggestions? – BW

As previously stated, travelling is not my area of expertise. I’m sure I will be asking you for recommended destinations on your return. – MH

I’m sure you will. – BW

Mycroft frowned at his phone, did he say something wrong?

I’ll not be doing anything too pressing over the next few weeks, nothing that requires my full attention anyway. – MH

If that’s your way of saying “send pics” then I will try to send some when I can. I’ll be visiting my parents, so I will try to be subtle, but they find out everything. You sure you still want photos? – BW

Mycroft smiled down at his phone. Sherlock was due to arrive any minute, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care for a moment.

On second thoughts, I may have one or two things that require my attention. – MH

Yeah, I wouldn’t want to be on the other end of “what are your intentions with our daughter?” either. Though I imagine you’d be able to come up with some reasonable answer that would satisfy them. – BW

Possibly. Though I’ll admit, it’s not a conversation I’ve had to worry about having with anyone before now. – MH

Really? Now that does surprise me. – BW

Does it? – MH

Bethany didn’t respond immediately and Sherlock had walked through the door of his office, taken a seat and started asking him about A.G.R.A.

I’ll keep it subtle and sneak a couple of cheeky shots when I can. I’ll text you before I leave. – BW

Mycroft smiled again, before putting his feet up and devoting his attention to Sherlock again.

‘She’s going to Peru, isn’t she?’ He asked, Mycroft just took a deep breath and chose not to engage. ‘Visiting her parents for two weeks. Lovely people.’

‘You’ve met them?’ Mycroft frowned.

‘Briefly.’ Sherlock nodded. ‘A few days before I met Beth, they’re good people.’

‘Indeed.’

‘You?’

Mycroft nodded. ‘Yes, her father and I met while he was at Cambridge, he built an aircraft that we now use for sending medical supplies to Africa. And her mother I met when she worked briefly with the World Health Organisation. They are indeed good people.’

‘And do they know about your association with their daughter?’

Mycroft chose not to answer that. He got back to the point of Sherlock’s visit.

‘AGRA, a city on the banks of the river Yamuna in the northern state of Uttar Pradesh, India. It is three hundred and seventy- eight kilometres west of the state capitol Lucknow-‘

‘What are you, Wikipedia?’

‘Yes.’ Mycroft smiled, a private joke with himself.

‘AGRA’s an acronym.’

‘Oh good, I love an acronym. All the best secret societies have them.’

‘Team of agents, the best, but you know all that.’

‘Of course, I do, go on.’ Mycroft was enjoying the façade of Sherlock telling him something he thought he might not know, but he really needed him to get to the point and soon.

‘One of them Ajay is looking for Mary, also one of the team.’

Mycroft took a small breath. ‘Indeed. Well, that’s news to me.’

‘Is it?’ Sherlock frowned and Mycroft just gave him a look as if to say of course he knew. ‘He’s already killed looking for that memory stick. AGRA always worked for the highest bidder, I thought that might include you.’

‘Me?’

‘Oh, I mean the British Government, or whatever government you’re currently propping up.’

‘AGRA were very reliable,’ Mycroft said. ‘Then came the Tbilisi incident. They were sent in to free the hostages, but it all went terribly wrong. And that was that, we stopped using freelancers.’

‘You’re initiative.’

‘My initiative.’ Mycroft nodded. ‘Freelancers are too woolly, too messy. I don’t like loose ends. Not on my watch.’

Sherlock leaned forward and grabbed one of the files Mycroft had on his desk. ‘There was something else. A detail. A codeword.’ He scribbled on the edge of the file.

‘Ammo?’

‘It’s all I’ve got.’

‘Little enough.’

‘Could you do some digging as a favour?’

Mycroft smiled. ‘You don’t have many favours left.’

‘Then I’m calling them all in.’

‘And if you can find who’s after her and neutralise them, what then? You think you can go on saving her forever?’

‘Of course.’

‘Is that sentiment talking?’

‘No. It’s me.’

‘Difficult to tell the difference these days.’

‘I told you, I made a promise. A vow.’

Mycroft smiled, he didn’t need to wonder how far Sherlock would go to protect Mary. He’d seen it first hand with Magnusson. ‘Alright, I’ll see what I can do. But remember this, brother mine. Agents like Mary tend not to reach retirement age, they get retired, in a pretty permanent sort of way.’

‘Not on my watch.’ Sherlock was determined and left Mycroft to do the digging he required.

He spent the next few days trying to subtly dig up what he could, all the while keeping an eye on where Sherlock was going.

That’s me off! Machu Picchu here I come! – BW

Beth had sent through a selfie of her sitting on the plane, waiting to take off. She was smiling with her headphones around her neck and her dark eyes were illuminated by the morning light streaking through them. Beautiful.

Hope it’s all you expect it to be, and I hope your parents are well. Stay safe and don’t be afraid to call if any of you run into trouble, I do have some pull with the Peruvian government. – MH

Back to flirting? I’ll keep it in mind. See you when I get back! – BW

Mycroft smiled as he finished getting dressed for the day, unconsciously putting on his navy suit. He wasn’t stupid, his thoughts were firmly on Bethany and that was why he opted to wear it. It was ridiculous, she wasn’t even his, she wasn’t his girlfriend or labelled as anyone significant in his life, she was a woman who he had kissed twice and had a vague association with over the last year and a half. That was all.

Over the two weeks that Bethany was gone, Mycroft was dealing with several things that he wished he wasn’t, Lady Smallwood was in meetings that she needed him to be a part of and most of it was tedious. The only thing that got him through was the occasional message from Bethany, accompanied by a picture of her on her adventures.

Machu Picchu! I reached the summit! Bow before your queen! – BW

Bethany stood at the very top of the citadel with her arms spread out and the sun shining on her tanned features. She just wore her shorts and strapped crop top, why would she have worn anything else? But it had Mycroft quickly putting the phone away to avoid smiling too much at how much fun she was having.

Parents always said I could have a pet, I chose a cat... of sorts. – BW

She was holding a baby jaguar by the looks of things, one that barely looked six months old. Bethany was laughing and Mycroft could see her mother in the background handling a woolly monkey and talking with one of the staff. She looked so similar to her daughter and it was clear where her frizzy hair had come from and her kindness towards all creatures. He wanted to respond and joke about her parents allowing her to have such dangerous animals, but in the interest of subtlety he decided against it.

Peaceful night camping under the stars tonight. – BW

It was by far the most beautiful photo he’d seen of her on her adventures. She wore her cream cable knit jumper, thick black leggings with a camping mug close to her chest. Bethany’s gaze was focused on the setting sun and once again the light streaked through her dark eyes, making them almost look a golden colour under the rays. Stunning.

The last photo he’d received from her was during a meeting with Lady Smallwood and Sir Edwin, Mycroft lost focus of what they had been talking about, he didn’t think it mattered so much as they had been disagreeing for the last half hour.

Bailando con mi papa. Homeward bound tomorrow. – BW

Dancing with my dad. She wore a beautiful red dress and sandals and danced with her father who wore a linen white shirt and cargo shorts. Mycroft could see where Bethany got her dark eyes from, her father’s were almost black. They had the same smile as well, but to him, there was more beauty and radiance in hers. They seemed to be in some kind of restaurant with locals and everyone was dancing and having a good time. Mycroft felt his heart swell, to see her so carefree and happy, made him extraordinarily happy as well.

She was coming home the next day. Sherlock was somewhere in Morocco as far as he could tell and everything was starting to slot into place nicely.

‘Sir?’ Anthea interrupted the meeting, not that Mycroft minded, but it seemed to irritate Lady Smallwood and Sir Edwin. Mycroft motioned for her to come in anyway, quickly putting away his phone. She handed him a file he recognised and he gave her a fleeting frown in questioning, but she remained silent. When he opened the file, he realised why.

‘Ah.’ He said. ‘Apologies, we’ll have to cut this meeting short. I have an urgent call to make.’

‘Mycroft, you can’t just-‘

‘We can pick this up later, Lady Smallwood.’ Mycroft gestured for Anthea to head out of the meeting room first. ‘Has anyone else seen this?’

‘No, sir, I brought it straight to you.’ Anthea said, quietly.

‘Good.’ He nodded closing the file. ‘Miss Wheeler will be back in the country tomorrow evening, please see to it that she is in my office at seven o’clock sharp.’

‘Yes sir.’ Anthea went to make a phone call.

Mycroft ran his hand over his face, holding the bridge of his nose, she promised him she would stay out of trouble and this did not fall under that brief. How did this not come up in her background check? How did he miss such a fine and damaging detail?

Mycroft prepared himself for the next day, knowing she would probably be annoyed and probably be upset with the situation, he needed to read through everything and try to make sense of the paper in front of him.

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[surreality51]

For the fedal promp thing, maybe fedal with the Federer children or meeting babyrafa? 🥺

You know, funny you should mention the Federer children, because I just happened to have a ficlet sitting on my laptop that includes guest appearances from the Federer children. You've inspired me to finish it. Here you go:

Roger didn’t mean to build a compound for himself and Rafa along the shores of Lake Zurich. It certainly didn’t start out that way. How it really started was with the idea that he wouldn’t mind doing mini coaching sessions every now and then in his retirement, especially with young up-and-coming players, but not full-time coaching and the tour travel that came with it. No, he promised Mirka and the kids that he would stay home for a while, get adjusted to life after the tour, do some more biking and hiking, and keep working on his knee. But during one of the Laver Cup post-match interviews, he mentioned the idea of inviting young players to visit him at home in Switzerland for short coaching stints. He didn’t think much of it at the time; it was a throwaway comment in the midst of the media blitz around his retirement. Plus, he invited young pros all the time to be his practice partner when he was training in Dubai or before tournaments. It wasn’t like this was new.

Much to his surprise—but not Tony’s or Mirka’s, or apparently anyone else on his team—the inquiries started coming in immediately.

Exponentially.

Torrentially.

“Roger,” said Tony, pinching the bridge of his nose, “what were you thinking? Of course people are going to be interested in being coached by you. Why would you even throw that out there as a possibility if you’re not really interested in it right now?”

Roger shrugged. “I meant in the future, in a ‘never say never’ type of way. How was I supposed to know that people would take it literally?”

“Roger,” Tony growled, as his phone pinged for the hundredth time that hour. “It’s not rocket science. The ball kids could’ve seen this coming. The janitor could’ve seen this coming. The fucking fish & chips guy outside the O2 could’ve seen this coming.”

“Oh, you got chips from Mick recently? How are his daughters?”

“They’re good, the older one is at university now and—hey, don’t deflect, I’m not done being pissed at you.”

Tony swatted at him. Roger cackled and ducked behind Seve.

The inquiries and entreaties pouring in were endless: When would he be able to take on a student? How many would he be willing to take at a time? This one was willing to travel here from the US, that one all the way from Argentina. So-and-so was a future number one, if only Roger would work with him. Tony looked like he wanted to flatten Roger with the sheer power of his exasperation as he politely fielded all the calls, emails, texts, and, on one memorable occasion, a swan ice sculpture delivered to the Team8 office with the inquiry folded in its beak. Roger couldn’t do anything besides shrug sheepishly. 

But the idea still appealed to him: the notion that he could have the best of both worlds, stay involved by helping young players evolve and also have dinner with his family every night. So in between making waffles with the kids, hitting the ball around on local practice courts, rehabbing his knee, and attending to his sponsorship duties—one aspect that certainly had not slowed down despite his retirement—the idea started to take form in his mind. The players would definitely need to come to him here, they would need to stay for at least a few weeks at a time, and it would need to be somewhere close. But he also knew that not every promising young player could afford to live out of a hotel or rented house for several weeks in his multimillion franc neighborhood. He decided early on that he didn’t want money or means to be a barrier for talent. But where would they stay? And what about their parents, coaches, or other members of their team?

It became obvious that if Roger was serious about this, then he would need to provide room and board. Somewhere close by, ideally walking distance, or maybe even on his property. They already had one guest house planned for their new home that was under construction. Maybe they could repurpose that, and there would need to be a gym attached, and—

“No, not next to the court. Nobody wants to feel like they’re sleeping on a tennis court,” said Mirka.

She was slicing some fruit for breakfast, her hair pulled back in an immaculate bun but the rest of her still wrapped in a robe.

Roger opened his mouth but Mirka cut him off.

“Nobody sane wants to sleep on a tennis court,” she amended, her hands moving efficiently with the knife.

Roger grinned and popped a bite of cinnamon roll into his mouth.

“Okay, what if we set it a little back, along the back line of our plot? Maybe create a little walking path down to the court. They’ll have some privacy; you can’t even see the main house from back there because of the trees.”

“Roger,” she said, patiently, “we talked about you retiring from the tour. We did not discuss you bringing the tour home with you.”

“But what if they followed me home? I can’t just leave them out in the cold. Have some pity.”

A corner of Mirka’s lips curled up against her will. “No.”

Roger groaned dramatically. Mirka serenely deposited the fruit into the bowl.

“Fine,” he said, draping himself over her back and nuzzling her neck, his arms encircling her waist. “I’ll just have to sneak them in behind your back. Secretly put them up in the guest house. Slip out for midnight practice sessions while you sleep. Come back all sweaty with flimsy excuses.”

That got a derisive huff out of her. “If you can arrange a secret tennis affair behind my back, much less on our property without my knowing, I will be impressed.”

Roger conceded that she had a point.

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Of course, Mirka wasn’t truly against the idea. If she really was, she would’ve made that clear right from the start. Roger knew from all these years that she liked to work through the logistics on her own first. He just needed to wait, and she would come back with a full 5-year plan.

“What about for their parent or coach? Not everyone wants to live with their team in the same house,” she said from the couch, laptop propped open on the arm.

“Two guest houses, then,” Roger replied easily as he scanned the live scores on his phone. “And their own pool.”

“Oh? You realize that they’re here to work, not for holiday.”

“True, but it’s nice to have a long soak after a hard day of playing tennis against the great Roger Federer, and I don’t want them to have to use our jacuzzi.”

That earned him a snort.

“So now we’re talking about two guest houses plus a building with a gym, a pool, and a jacuzzi for your prospective students.”

Roger hummed, distracted. Schwartzmann really did need to work on his serving.

“Maybe three guest houses—one for them, one for their trainers, and one for extras like parents or tutors,” he said.

“Uh huh. Anything else? No courtesy car? Cafeteria? Sauna?”

“Well, we wouldn’t want to spoil them,” said Roger, judiciously.

Mirka laughed.

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Planning and construction on the two guest buildings took about 18 months from start to finish, and then putting in all the furnishings and finishing touches took another 5 months. Roger started thinking about them as cottages instead of guest houses and the open area they clustered around as the village square. Over the course of the construction, he sometimes found himself telling the kids that he was “going down to the village” to check the progress.

“You know, sometimes I wonder if you’re subconsciously trying to build your own mini Manacor here,” said Mirka one evening on the couch after dinner, after the dishes were put away and everyone had retired to the living room with various books, screens, or textbooks—in the case of the children—in hand.

Roger nearly choked on his coffee.

“Wh-what makes-you say that?” he wheezed, setting his mug down on the coffee table before he got hot liquid where hot liquid should not go.

Mirka considered her own coffee for a moment.

“Well, the guest houses are nearly ready to go, and yet you haven’t talked to me or Tony at all about who you’d want to be your first student. Normally you’d already have a vision for who you want to invite first, when to extend the invitation, how you’d want to go about the coaching, and all the other details.”

“That’s because the cottages weren’t done yet,” he replied, summoning his most reasonable tone, because that was an absolutely reasonable reason.

“And now they are,” Mirka returned evenly, “or they will be by the end of next week. Normally you would’ve been going on and on about this project during the whole construction. You should be so excited about it that I’d have to tell you to go pester Tony instead. Has something changed? The only thing I can think of is that you don’t want to have students here anymore. Which means you had another purpose in mind for those houses, or else you wouldn’t have built them.”

“No, no, I still want students in there.”

Mirka gave him a look that suggested he refrain from insulting her intelligence. “You’ve always had a very strict boundary between work and home. Tennis is your public life, and you never bring your work home with you. That’s why I was surprised when you first suggested inviting young players to stay at our home, but I figured it was worth giving a try, so I didn’t say anything at the time. I was surprised when you wanted to build a full tennis court in the back too. You’ve always practiced at the local courts, because of the separation between your tennis life and home life. Now, suddenly, after all these years, you want to bring work home with you? I don’t think you really wanted to build those guest houses for prospective students, Roger.”

“Maybe it’s for the girls,” he tried.

The truth was, Mirka was right, and it bothered him because he was always very intentional about his decisions. It was unlike him to commit to something without fully understanding his reasons. He thought this was what he had wanted. Now he realized that, while he had kept the needs of a professional tennis player in mind during the design and construction of the guest houses, he hadn’t envisioned what it would be like to have a student actually living there once construction was finished. And it was because he still thought of the guest houses as part of his home, which meant family and close friends, not prospective students and their teams, who would be like strangers.

So if the guest houses were for family and friends, who did he really build them for? There was a tiny, niggling feeling in the vicinity of his chest that he didn’t want to examine too closely.

“The girls are getting older now,” he continued. “Someday soon they’ll need their own space, away from their uncool parents. This way they can at least be close by.”

Mirka rolled her eyes.

“I know the girls being 16 now is probably setting off all sorts of internal alarms, but you realize that just because you build houses for them doesn’t mean they’re not going to move out some day. You had already moved out by their age.”

“Yeah, and look how far that’s gotten me,” Roger said, gesturing at Robert reading a book on the other couch.

Robert very obviously ignored that with the wisdom of an experienced parent.

Mirka did too. She had over 24 years of experience pinning Roger down, figuratively and sometimes literally.

“If the houses aren’t for the kids when they grow up, then who are they for?”

Roger was quiet for a long while. He kept his eyes fixed in the distance and sipped his coffee. When he finally spoke, his voice was soft.

“Rafa is probably going to retire at the end of this year or next. He’s 39 now, you know.”

To some, it might seem like a non-sequitur, but Mirka knew instantly what he meant.

“Oh, Roger.”

She moved closer to him on the couch until they were leaning against each other, Mirka with her legs tucked up against his.

Roger sighed and leaned his head against hers.

“The first year is probably going to be fine for him,” he said. “He has the Academy, his foundation, the sponsors, his family. He’ll need at least the first year to decompress, just like I did. I think it’s the second or third year that might be hard for him. The tennis starts to fade because you’re not training as much. Because there’s no reason to.”

Mirka linked her arm with his and patted him comfortingly.

“He could use a friend and rival then,” she offered. “Someone on his level. The Academy kids are great, but it’s not the same.”

“No, it’s not,” he agreed, just like he already knew that the young players he thought about coaching would not be the same. “Maybe we don’t have to visit him all the time in Mallorca. He can come visit us as well, bring the family, bring the kids. Stay for a while in the summer when it’s nice here. He’ll like the lake and the hiking.”

“You miss him.”

“Yeah.”

Mirka curled against his shoulder.

“You know you love him,” she said softly.

“Yes, of course I love him,” Roger said easily.

Mirka slanted a look at him like she was questioning his intelligence. “Rogi, you know what I mean. You don’t just love him, you’re in love with him.”

“I—.” He paused, careful, unsure where this was going but sensing dangerous territory. “I don’t know what you mean.”

Mirka rolled her eyes. “Rogi, don’t—don’t lie to yourself.”

He turned to study her face, brows furrowed. “Why are you saying this?”

“Dad, we could see your star-crossed romance from our box the whole time,” Myla interjected from the study desk by the window.

“Everyone in the stadium saw it on the big screen at your retirement. The whole Internet saw it,” Lenny snorted, not looking up from his homework.

“You guys were not subtle,” Charlene sniffed with the supreme confidence of a teenage girl when it came to analyzing other people’s love lives.

“What? What are you guys talking about?” Roger said, looking between them, but it sounded unconvincing even to his ears.

“Don’t worry, he feels the same about you,” Charlene said. “I caught him checking out your ass like ten times last summer when we were in Manacor.”

“What?! Wait a minute. He was not—I don’t think he would—are you sure? You didn’t tell me about any of this.”

“Yes, I’m sure, yes it was gross cuz you’re my dad, and of course I didn’t tell you. He tried to play it off, but he totally was. Myla caught him too”—Myla shrugged when Roger glanced at her—“plus he bribed me with a family outing on his boat if I kept quiet and didn’t tell you.”

Roger remembered that boat outing. It had been a fantastic day, but that was beside the point. “And so you lied to me and kept this from your dad?”

“Yeah, but I at least told Mom.”

Roger turned toward Mirka, who shrugged. He turned back to his family, his face halfway between incredulity and indignation.

“Who else knows about this?”

Every single hand went up—both girls, the boys, Mirka, even his own mom and dad.

“Everyone on Uncle Rafa’s side knows too,” Leo added helpfully.

“So I’m the only one who didn’t know?”

Mirka patted his arm sympathetically. “It’s not your fault. You assume and easily accept that everyone likes you, but you’ve always had a hard time accepting when people love you.”

Roger stared at his family, who all stared back at him expectantly. Finally, he threw his hands up. “Well what am I supposed to do with this knowledge now?”

Myla shrugged. “I think this is the part where the music kicks in and you run into each other’s arms and start making out in the rain. But that’s, like, eww, cuz you guys are old.”

Roger looked from his kids to his parents to Mirka and wondered how this conversation got so far off the rails. “How are you guys not shocked or bothered by this?”

Lenny rolled his eyes. “Dad, we’ve been calling him ‘Uncle Rafa’ since we were little. I thought he actually was my uncle until I was 8. I think I was more surprised to learn he wasn’t actually related to us than I was when I saw found out you two had the hots for each other.”

Roger could feel his face turning red. “I do not have 'the hots’ for anyone.”

Now it was Charlene’s turn to roll her eyes. “Dad, please. My friends were texting me links to the Tennis Channel Valentine’s post of you and Uncle Rafa. Some of those photos were from back before I was even born.”

Roger turned to Mirka helplessly.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Mirka said, coming to the rescue. “Everyone back to their homework.”

[clunelover]

Okay so, my cruise review! It was all in all pretty great. As parents will know, it is hard to have a real vacation with little kids. Mostly you just end up consumed with caring for them in a new location. So I’d say the cruise is a great option for giving parents of little kids some actually relaxing time on a vacation.

C is 5 and has some special needs (sensory stuff) and E is 9. There are 3 age groups for “camp ocean,” the childcare activity area. C was in 2-5, and E was in 9-11. C noped out of that immediately - really bored and wanted to be with the bigger kids. They let the 6-8 and 9-11 groups interact but 2-5 are more segregated. So he was jealous of E and probably overwhelmed too. So I was initially so frustrated - I’d been banking on camp ocean keeping them entertained so we could relax together a bit! I’d read online that the age groupings were strict and you couldn’t move up a group. Then of course towards the end, Jeremy asked if C could be in the next group up and they said “oh sure, he can do that but if he acts too immature we’ll move him down.” So then he had a great time and I was annoyed that I didn’t know we could do that sooner! Granted, I could have asked and did not.

So, the good things:

Camp ocean once we figured it out. We did let them stay up late one night there (but of course we were paranoid they’d call to say we needed to get them, so we couldn’t fully relax…just watched the talented mr ripley, which Jeremy had never seen and I knew he’d love. He did!)

FOOD!! The food was pretty good quality, some of it very good, but more importantly, just always having food available that everyone would like, and not having to PLAN FOOD which is like the worst part of being a weekday adult.

I loved being on the ocean. Walking onto the decks and seeing ocean in every direction. Being able to look out the window of the cabin and see the waves, day and night…it was just really unique and cool and something I’m glad I got to experience.

Getting to see some locations I wouldn’t have otherwise without a dedicated longer trip - thinking specially of Belize. I was fascinated by everything there, took lots of pictures of all the hand painted signs on buildings from the bus we were on. Now I know that’s a place I’d like to visit again for longer, but previously I would not have known that. Oh and we did a jungle hike and cave tubing there and that was awesome too.

Just overall vibe - everyone is there to relax and have a good time, and I did feel genuinely relaxed.

Less good:

CROWDED. Holy crap. We went during spring break which is their busiest time (something I hadn’t thought of, but - duh!) and our ship had a 5,000 person capacity and was almost full. So in some places, like the main pool and the chairs around it, it was overwhelmingly packed and noisy and chaotic. But also, surprisingly there were some places/times of day where some things were very open, so once we got the hang of that it helped. Like, the smaller pool was always almost completely empty after dinner. So then we started having the kids do night swims to tire out before bed once we realized that! It was very nice.

Saltwater pools. Not like fancy nice saltwater pools I’ve seen at some spas - like filtered ocean water, suuuuper super salty. I couldn’t swim in them too long, cause once I got enough splashes on my eyes they just wouldn’t stop burning (no I don’t own goggles). The kids had their googles but they’re not used to saltwater, so any time a little water splashed into their mouths they’d be hopping out of the pool looking for a drink of water to wash it out. In spite of this, they did still swim a decent amount. But I know they would have done more if the pools were not salty.

There definitely is a certain type of passenger that’s like what you’d think of as a stereotypical cruiser. A lot of people were very Obviously Republican. So you’ll hear some spouting off of Republican opinions! I tried to just roll with that cause like, I think any time you’re in a large vacation group setting, you might brush up against more republicans than usual. But I do get a little freaked seeing someone wearing a shirt that says “we the people” where all the letters are formed out of guns!!!

There was a casino on board and you can SMOKE in it! Mostly we steered clear but a couple times we had to cut through and it was so gross. I also find casinos generally depressing.

So yeah, that’s it! I wouldn’t say I’ve caught the cruising bug, but I have already found myself looking up some more to see what kind of deals there are and where else we could go! I think it’s a very good value. I’m also now super fascinated by all things cruise related and am watching videos posted by crew members talking about their work experience.

Ideally in the future I’d like to go to Real Places but for now that would just be a nightmare with the kids I think. Especially since they’re both very picky about food (but in different ways, haha).

[wrienne]

My Cheating, Amnesic Fiancé

Chapter 28: Distracted

It was during lunch the next day that you decided you would make the crucial call. You slipped into the single bathroom of the coffeehouse Se-Eun had wanted to eat at that day, leaving her and Yeon-Woo, who attended a nearby art university and had met up with you two a few minutes earlier, to their devices. It was actually kind of convenient having Yeon-Woo around - despite the influx of BTS-related stuff and an eager discussion about an upcoming sleepover - since Se-Eun hopefully wouldn’t notice that you were gone for longer than an average bathroom visit.

After finishing up your normal business, you found yourself at a dilemma. You chewed on your bottom lip as you regarded the now familiar names on your phone screen.

Which member would be the most optimal to talk to?

You didn’t know. For almost a minute you read their names over and over again, recalling the dinner at their apartment. That’s when you decided to go about choosing who to call in the opposite way, seeing as calling someone who didn’t particularly seem to like you hardly seemed like the best way for you to convince all of them to eat dinner at your parents’ apartment that night.

You immediately crossed out Min Yoongi. You hadn’t been able to formulate a plan on how to deal with him yet, and it didn’t exactly help that you had no idea whether or not the other members knew about Jungkook’s and your ex-engagement. Frankly, you weren’t ready to confront him about it through a phone conversation, even less meet him in real life and later that day, if all went as planned.

But you would have to in order to get Jungkook’s life back in order.

Kim Taehyung was also quickly subjected to the same treatment, since you had a feeling he was still angry with you. That left it to four names.

Now, who would be the least awkward for you to call?

In the end, you chose a name at random, having closed your eyes as you pressed somewhere on your screen. You almost called Se-Eun the first time and Jong-Yeol the second, then at last you managed to catch one of the remaining four members of Bangtan Boys with your finger.

“Er, who is this?” said a male voice, his voice slightly strained, as if he had been exercising or gotten his pulse up somehow. There was music playing in the background, and two male voices arguing, though amicably.

“It’s me, (Y/F/N),” you said hesitantly, frowning at his question. “Have I perhaps saved the wrong number? Aren’t you Jung Hoseok?”

“Oh!” You thought you heard him snapping his fingers together. “Just a moment, (Y/N). Hey! Shut up over there! And pause the song!”

The music abruptly cut off. A voice too distant and low for you to understand spoke up, though judging by the tone you guessed it was a question.

“It’s (Y/F/N),” you heard Hoseok reply to whoever it was. “Make Jin-hyung and Jimin stop for a second, will you?”

You heard something that sounded like an agreement, and then Hoseok turned his attention back toward you. “Hi,” he began apologetically. “I forgot to save your number, so I didn’t know whether you were a salesman or not.”

“Unfortunately not,” you told him nervously, knowing there was a good chance Hoseok was with the other members and had made sure to silence his environment in order for him to turn on the speaker.

“Next time.” His tone softened before he continued. “What can I do for you?”

You made a face. “That obvious, huh?”

“You haven’t called us for any other reason beforehand,” he said gently. “Is everything alright with Jungkook? Are you making progress?”

“Not really,” you admitted. “That’s what I was hoping to speak to you about. All of you.”

“Uh-huh?”

You scratched your arm. “Well, I was thinking, perhaps, if all six of you are available tonight, that I could invite you to dinner. At my place.”

It sounded like a question, and though it technically was, you hadn’t worded it as one, making the whole sentence sound awkward. However, Hoseok didn’t seem to either care or notice.

“Really?” he said, surprise evident in his tone.

You nodded before you remembered he couldn’t see you. “Yes, at five or six pm or so. Can you make it by then?”

Hoseok didn’t hesitate, even less discuss it with the other guys. “Yeah!” he blurted. “Yeah, of course!”

You smiled. “Great,” you replied. “After all, I feel bad stealing so much of Namjoon’s stuff. He should take some of it back.”

He laughed, and you thought you heard someone chime in quite close to the phone mic. It was sudden and piercing, and would have sounded forced if not for the obvious glee in the beholder’s tone. Perhaps Seokjin?

“He has enough clothes as is,” said Hoseok dismissively. “He hasn’t even noticed anything missing.”

“Wait,” interjected another voice, and who you - thanks to weeks of research together with Jungkook - recognized belonged to Kim Namjoon. He couldn’t have stood more than a meter away from Hoseok, judging by how clearly you heard him. “She actually took some things?”

“No, no,” said Hoseok hurriedly. “We’ll be there at around six,” he then told you. “Though depending on the traffic, we might be a little late.”

“I’ll text you the address,” you said.

“Sure.” You thought you heard him smile. “It’ll be nice seeing Jungkook again. I’m guessing he’s the reason we’re going?”

“Yes. But,” you immediately added, realizing that he - and the rest of BTS who you now knew for sure was listening in - might have interpreted the contents of your conversation as good news, which was far from the truth. “As I said, things aren’t going very well. I’m sure Sejin updated you guys about our situation a week ago?”

The joy in Hoseok’s tone faltered. “He did.”

“This wasn’t my idea originally,” you began solemnly, “but it was Jungkook who made the decision yesterday. He would like to meet with you guys despite not remembering anything. On one hand, he wants to talk with all of you in reality, face-to-face, and see if that might trigger something. But on the other hand, he wants all of you to…”

A clump in your throat had formed while you were speaking, making it more and more difficult for you to get air. You swallowed hard in order to remove it before you went on. “Jungkook wants to be able to perform by May 30th no matter what happens. No matter if he can or cannot remember you. That’s really the biggest reason why he wants to see you - he wants you to teach him who he was before the accident.”

It was quiet for a long time in the other line. You felt your phone vibrate where it was pressed against your ear and cheek, and replied with an excuse to the impatient message Se-Eun had sent you. You still had to wait a moment after you had pressed send, however. Someone shook the door handle to the bathroom, which you ignored.

“(Y/N), do you mean he still doesn’t recognize us?”

His voice was deep, and felt smooth and pleasant to your ears. You pursed your lips and rubbed the back of your neck with your other hand. “I’m afraid not, Taehyung.”

“Not even one of us?” he asked, his tone laced with desperation. “Not even Namjoon-hyung?”

“I’m sorry,” you said with as much compassion as you could muster in the bathroom of a coffeehouse. “I’ve tried everything. He, too, works diligently almost every hour of the day, searching, watching then rewatching behind-the-scenes, shows, private pictures - everything there is about you. Nothing has worked out, not even the stuff on the master list.”

“Does he remember anyone at all from his idol life?”

There it was. That raspy, hollow voice you honestly had hoped to avoid.

You felt your shoulders tensing and lowered your hand from your neck, balling it into a fist as it descended. “No,” you answered quietly.

“Not even Park Yi-Jae?” asked Min Yoongi in monotone, making it impossible for you to discern his motive.

“Not even her,” you managed in as neutral a tone as possible.

Yoongi tsked. “So that’s why you’re the one calling us and not him,” he said bitterly. “He still doesn’t know shit.”

You gulped, and didn’t respond. You didn’t know what you could say in order to brighten the suddenly gloomy mood that blanketed the phone conversation. Though you had bore witness to Jungkook’s behavior the last couple of weeks and realized how he had been deteriorating both mentally and physically despite your combined efforts, you hadn’t spent much time thinking about how the rest of BTS felt regarding the situation. And why would you, really? They didn’t have anything to do with you on a personal level; they were merely entertainers your best friend happened to worship.

But really - who were you kidding. You knew the reason why you felt so bad for them even through a mere phone call. Why the hurt in their voices and replies roused such enormous sympathy in you.

Because of him. Because of Jeon Jungkook, you were starting to care for even his hyungs.

What was he doing to you?

Another silence befell the conversation, albeit a much briefer one. It was Park Jimin’s light, easy-going voice who finally broke it.

“We’ll be there,” he told you, almost reassuringly. “But is it really alright for you to have six guys over?”

“My parents won’t mind,” you lied. “Besides, they’re in Japan at the moment.”

“Oh, okay.”

“There’s plenty of space and security,” you said to no one in particular, knowing well enough that everyone could hear you. “Just make sure you get there as discreetly as possible. I’ve managed to keep the media off my tail, and would like to keep it that way.”

“Certainly,” said a voice who hadn’t spoken to you yet, meaning it most likely was Seokjin’s.

“And,” you continued, “I don’t know if you guys are required to have guards and managers around you when you go outside of your home, but could we please keep this as small an enterprise as we can? Jungkook is too proud to show it and will deny it until his face turns blue, but he’s really kind of apprehensive about this.”

“Is Jungkook still the way he was when we met him at the hospital?” asked Seokjin carefully.

“I don’t know,” you admitted. “He’s been hanging around with only me lately, and has gotten significantly more comfortable. But I honestly have no idea what will happen when he meets all of you.”

“What happens if he freaks out?” wondered Taehyung, clearly bewildered. “I don’t want to scare him - I want him back the way he used to be!”

“Taehyung,” said Namjoon firmly. “Calm down.”

“There’s no point mulling over it,” said Seokjin in assent. “We’ll see the result later, anyway.”

“But, hyung--”

“Taehyung, stop it,” interrupted Jimin in a gentler tone than the other two guys. “Namjoon-hyung and Seokjin-hyung are right. And we have to focus now on getting all the moves perfectly.”

“Agreed,” said Hoseok, who you had almost forgotten was the person you had called in the first place. “(Y/N), we need to get back to practice. See you later.”

“Yeah,” you replied numbly. Guilt were boring down on your shoulders, now more than ever. “Bye.”

“Goodbye, (Y/N),” said Namjoon, then disconnected the call.

Instantly, you let out a breath of relief you hadn’t even realized you had held. More so because the conversation had ended after almost plunging into the devastating issue that was Jungkook’s amnesia, than because you were happy they had accepted your proposition of dinner. Hearing them, hearing Taehyung especially, refortified the gravity of Jungkook’s condition, which had managed to fade a little from your mind, admittedly because he and you had gotten closer over the last couple of weeks.

They missed him the way he used to be, while you would miss him the way he was.

After texting Hoseok your address, you finally got out of the bathroom - and found yourself at the sharp ends of a long line of people’s irritated glares. Hurrying past, you also made sure to text Jungkook about the dinner. He sent you a thumbs up in response, yet you couldn’t help but worry about how nervous and stressed he probably felt for that evening.

“What were you doing in there?” said Se-Eun as soon as you reached her where she stood by the exit and entrance. “Did you get your period all of a sudden, or?”

“Something like that,” you told her absentmindedly as you tried to formulate a text that would comfort Jungkook, yet wouldn’t sound like you were actually concerned for him.

“Who are you texting?”

Se-Eun suddenly peeked at your phone, making you so startled you accidentally pressed send after having simply written: *Take it easy will you?* You hurried to lock the screen with your thumb, then pushed the phone into one of the back pockets of your jeans, praying to all gods that may be that she hadn’t seen the name of the receiver.

“Mom,” you replied nervously.

She tilted her head slightly to the side and arched a brow. “I find that difficult to believe.”

“Really, it’s her.”

Se-Eun shook her head and began walking away from the coffeehouse, dragging you along with her. “No, it’s not, but I don’t have time to interrogate you. We’re gonna be late to class thanks to your ‘something like that’.”

“Hey,” you said reluctantly as you tried to dig your heels into the ground. You glanced over your shoulder but the baristas and shop clerks didn’t seem to bother giving you any of their attention. “Did you--”

“Yes, I did.”

You stopped resisting and smiled at her. “Thanks for spoiling me. I didn’t know it felt this good being taken out for lunch.”

She returned a grin of her own. “You can repay me later.”

Your back pocket vibrated twice, but you waited to check why until you entered class and - after having apologized twice to the professor - got seated. In a sense, you were actually glad you were late, since you and Se-Eun were forced to separate and she could no longer spy on your phone in the otherwise safe location of your lap.

You waited about fifteen minutes for the professor to stop blazing you with the evil eye, then unlocked your phone. One message was from Jung Hoseok to confirm he had gotten the details of your apartment right, and you made a mental note to tell the security guards later to let them use the penthouse elevator. The second text was from Jungkook.

*12.59 - I will, don’t worry. Thank you.*

Despite despairing over the thought of what the heck might happen that evening, you couldn’t help but smile.

Classes came and went quickly that Friday. Due to a sudden and apparently violent cold, the last lesson was canceled, allowing you to get home almost a whole hour earlier than you had anticipated. To your surprise, however, you didn’t catch Jungkook in the middle of a poorly imitated dance or researching his life as an idol.

Instead, you found Jungkook sitting cross-legged on the recently cleaned, wooden floor of your parents’ living room, just underneath where the smart-TV hung. Spread everywhere around him were cut-out news articles, pictures and photo albums so thick they could compete with the size of his calf, which was poking out of his sweatpants that were rolled up for some reason. In front of him, at about an arm’s reach away, was a white, large box, in which more images and the like resided.

You leaned against the archway connecting the living room with the hallway. “Snooping around, are we?”

Jungkook remained slouched over the old photo album that was spread open across his lap, but smiled crookedly at you over his shoulder. “Ah,” he replied. “Got me.”

“Mom won’t like having your fingerprints all over our beloved family memories,” you told him as you approached him. Looking down at the album, you saw that Jungkook was browsing through a year when your father had been especially interested in travel, and taken you and your mother to Europe. You were five at the time, and grinning in every picture in that carefree way only a child could.

Who could have known that that little girl would grow up to battle fate itself?

“Please,” said Jungkook nonchalantly, catching your eyes. “I could have dipped my hands in mud beforehand and she wouldn’t have minded. Your mother loves me.”

You snorted, but couldn’t protest. Your mother did adore Jungkook. “What are you doing?” you asked instead.

“I was merely hoping I could trigger a memory,” he explained.

“Oh,” you said, surprised. “Did you?”

Jungkook shook his head. “But why are you keeping all your family pictures--” He gestured with his healthy hand to encompass the mess around him, “--in this single box?”

“It’s a memory treasure box,” you told him as you glanced at the white box he had yet to fully emptied.

“That name just rolls off the tongue, doesn’t it?”

“Well, I don’t think ‘MTB’ is that good of an acronym, so if you have another suggestion, please submit an application down the hallway and to the left.”

Jungkook shrugged, then turned a page in the photo album gently. “You really should hang some of these up,” he said as he looked through the pictures and read the neat, tiny descriptive sentences next to each image, written by your mother. “If at least to bring some sense of life into this apartment, which can feel like a movie or drama set sometimes. For a moment, I was starting to think I had actually touched upon the truth when I accused you of having staged everything last night.”

“Yeah, right,” you said sarcastically before regaining a normal tone. “Though she claims it’s better to keep all the pictures at one place, so she can relive memories in peace, Mom just doesn’t want to clutter up the house. I haven’t seen her open the box other than to put stuff in it, not even once.”

You had meant for it to sound light, but your voice had abruptly turned strained, bitter. You averted your gaze as Jungkook glanced up, and refused to meet his eyes.

Eventually, Jungkook sighed and closed the photo album. “They’ll be here soon,” he said in a neutral tone as he checked the time on his phone. “We’d better clean things up.”

“You mean you’d better clean things up,” you said quickly, relieved that he had changed subject. “I wasn’t part of any of this.”

“Won’t you help a friend, whose arm is broken?”

“That friend should have thought about his broken arm beforehand.”

“Heartless.”

Jungkook groaned as he got onto the balls of his feet and started cleaning by gathering up the news articles into the folder they initially had been in, his back faced toward you. You were just about to leave him to his tidying and go freshen up before the guests would arrive when you spotted the unmistakably sharp corner of a photography in his left pocket.

How suspicious.

Unable to resist your curiosity, you took the chance when it presented itself to you and plucked the picture from Jungkook’s pocket. He immediately reacted, spinning about so violently his legs swept away most of the things fanned out on the floor, and snatched the photography back.

But you had already seen the image.

“Why,” you began stiffly, staring at him incredulously, “did you try and steal a picture of us on my seventeenth birthday?”

You could swear that his face turned a shade pinker underneath your scrutiny, but he managed to somehow sound and appear otherwise completely unmoved.

“It was a nice photo,” he replied, putting the photography back into his pocket. You caught sight of your uncomfortable smile and Jungkook’s strained one, a final time. “And it’s one of few things I remember, that’s why.”

Remembering the way Jungkook had described his memory of you, almost four weeks ago, made you blush, which made you annoyed since this was supposed to be his embarrassing moment. “Kind of creepy,” you told him. “To be frank.”

The pink in his cheeks deepened. “You didn’t have to be,” he said as he crouched and hastily put things in order.

“You could have just asked for it,” you said as you tried thinking about anything and everything that didn’t make your face so red. “Instead of trying to be sneaky about it.”

“You would have thought I was being intrusive. And I don’t want to be, not when I’ve promised you I wouldn’t be.”

You felt your heart sink to the floor. “Jungkook,” you began as you furrowed your brows in concern. “I’m--”

“Please don’t say it.” He didn’t look up at you, but you noticed his shoulders stiffening and he paused in his cleaning. “There’s no need for you to apologize. This isn’t your fault. And the photo doesn’t mean anything, I just… I just wanted it as a memory.”

You took a breath and opened your mouth to respond when Jungkook cut you off again.

“They’re coming soon,” he told you quickly. “We should probably get to ordering, and I should probably get properly dressed, too.”

“Right,” you replied quietly, taking the hint. He didn’t want to talk about it, and even if he did, you didn’t have the time to be discussing what hazy sort of relationship the two of you actually had. The rest of BTS were arriving there in an hour or so, and since they were key components of the solution to Jungkook’s amnesia - or at least his return to his dream as an acknowledged singer - the pressure weighing down on you was immense. You could have been given a whole week--no, month to prepare and you would still be just as nervous as you had been when you went to take the college entrance exams. Because while the other members of BTS felt like nice guys - most of them at least - and Jungkook was far from the worst person in the world, and a meeting between them theoretically shouldn’t turn out too horribly, who knew what would happen?

Who knew how any of them would react when and after being reunited?

After changing into a nicer blouse and making sure the edges of your jeans didn’t have mud on them from the puddles outdoors, you went to the bathroom to run a brush through your hair. When you were done and went to the kitchen to drink a glass of water as well as find the food catalogues, Jungkook was already there, picking among the latter. He wore ripped denim pants and a stark white sweatshirt, and had, surprisingly, fixed his hair as well as put on a titanium ring on the index finger of his healthy hand. The strong, grassy smell of hairspray that belonged to a set your mother had bought your father once but he never had bothered to use filled your nostrils, and you remembered that she had given Jungkook a whole box of male or unisex beauty products he could use before she went after your father to Japan.

He looked good. Yet, realizing that if you were nervous, Jungkook must be near livid with dread, and you smiled at him reassuringly as you went to his side. “Let’s not eat Korean food.”

He raised an eyebrow at you. “I don’t spill things on my clothes,” he said.

“I’m just saying,” you said, holding up your hands meekly. “I doubt even bleach will be able to remove a soup stain off of that sweatshirt.”

“I was craving pizza anyways,” said Jungkook quickly as he flicked away the menu for your favorite Korean restaurant with his finger.

You smiled, then handed him the menu for a place that served western-style pizza. “Here.”

“How many should we order?” he asked as he eyed the list. “And what kind?”

“I’ll text them and ask,” you answered, unlocking your phone to send the inquiry to… Jung Hoseok. “But since we’re eight people… perhaps five?”

Jungkook nodded. “What do you want?”

“I’ll take whatever you guys go for,” you said casually. “Since we’re going to order so many, I’ll settle with picking and choosing among everything.”

“Greedy.”

You punched him lightly on the arm. “You can’t call a girl that,” you told him with mock indignation.

“Sorry, I forget sometimes.”

You laughed. “You know, those kind of jokes wouldn’t have been this funny without your amnesia.”

“Silver lining,” he said sarcastically, though a faint smile took the edge off of his tone.

After Hoseok had gotten back to you with a surprisingly low number of pizza options, Jungkook made the call, but was forced to let you tell the girl your address and area code before he reconfirmed the order. The remaining forty-five minutes were spent watching the news, which were far from uplifting.

Although the Constitutional Court had finally decided, unanimously, to kick Park Geun-Hye, the now ex-president, the whole situation was truly and utterly humiliating. Jong-Yeol had refused to speak about it even once with you, and your father had been under a humongous amount of scrutiny because of the scandal with the head of Samsung, which otherwise was an event your mother had gloried in. Though your parents had assured you as well as the public that Phoenix Inc. had no ties to the ex-president nor her “spiritual guide”, you were still glad and almost relieved that no suspicious activities surrounding your family’s company had surfaced in the news.

You were tired, more so than you wanted to admit, and almost fell asleep when a buzz rang from the hallway.

“I’ve never heard that before,” said Jungkook bemusedly. He sat on the same sofa as you, having nervously tapped on the side of his leg for the last quarter of an hour or so.

“It’s the sec,” you told him as you padded toward the hallway. “Even though I told them to expect six guys showing up…”

Jungkook followed you, a frown on his face. “The security?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re supposed to explain to the person when said person raises their tone at the end of a sentence.”

“Yeah?”

Jungkook sighed. You gave him a quick smile over your shoulder and stopped just before your next step would have been on linoleum instead of polished wood. With a grunt, you lifted down a surprisingly heavy painting that hung on the western wall, revealing a screen with some buttons and tiny speaker next to it built into the wall. On the screen, you saw the back of two of the usual Friday night guards, the evening outside on the street and six guys that were obviously confused.

“What the hell?” exclaimed Jungkook as he darted to the screen.

You balanced the bottom edge of the painting on your thigh and hip as you held it with only one hand. “They want confirmation,” you replied as you used your freed right hand to hold down one of the buttons. “Send them in!”

One of the security guards lifted his fingers to his ear. “Copy that,” came a male voice through the speaker. He then lowered his hand and nodded to the other guard, who opened the door and allowed the six guys to enter.

“You know what I meant,” said Jungkook as he took the painting away from you, leaving your hand and leg mercifully free.

“Security outside stop people from randomly entering,” you said with a shrug. “And security inside - or to be more specific, those watching over the CCTVs - stop people from randomly using the penthouse elevator.”

You pressed a different button and the view on the screen switched, showing instead the area around the private elevator you were so used taking.

“So that’s why you have to go all the way to the entrance foyer in order to leave and bring up delivery,” said Jungkook.

You nodded, and murmured an okay to the surveillance team handling the elevators as the six guys entered the camera’s field of vision.

“And you were afraid of burglars that one time?”

“You never know,” you replied teasingly.

Strangely, it took a while before the elevator doors opened, and you almost called the surveillance team again when the elevator finally slid apart. When the six guys had entered the small space and exited the influence of the camera, you backed away from the screen. “You can hang that up now.”

“Why do you even have a painting here?” asked Jungkook as he carefully put the thing back so that it covered the screen.

“Mom hates how it looks.”

“But what about when people come visit? Isn’t this cumbersome?”

“People rarely do,” you said, scratching your arm. “Security knows to let in Se-Eun, you and your parents and of course me, mom and dad, and that’s about the amount of people who come here on the regular, apart from service. Of course, it was only lately that you showed up here, since you were busy with idol-ing… and other things.”

Jungkook gave you a look you didn’t know how to interpret. It could have been sympathy or confusion or perhaps both. Your gut said something entirely else, however.

There was regret in those familiar brown eyes of his.

“Are you ready to meet them?” you asked as you averted your gaze.

“No.”

You immediately glanced back up at Jungkook, and he gave you a crooked smile. “But I can’t let you do all the heavy-lifting,” he went on. “After all, it’s my life and my future at stake. Even though it’s been nice these last couple of weeks, with only us two… I need to get my shit together. And nothing will change if we remain where we are, watching old clips and merely reading about the ‘Bangtan Boys’.”

His voice had gradually turned solemn, and slowly, Jungkook reached out toward your face. You froze as his warm fingertips grazed your cheek, as light as a feather. He hadn’t touched you like that ever since the evening you had told him you were engaged with his brother.

He shouldn’t touch you like that.

“That was very eloquently spoken of you,” you said, your voice a mere murmur. “I mean, who knew that nothing will change if it remains where it is.”

“Smartass,” he told you, though he gave you a wide smile.

“Well…” You took a step away from him, and his gaze and expression softened as his arm fell to his side. “Let’s try and play nice. Don’t be as rude to them as you were to Park Yi-Jae.”

“Damn it.” Jungkook raked a hand through his hair, ruining his deliberately styled fringe. “I forgot all about her.”

“Perhaps…”

You swallowed nervously and was just about to continue when the buzzing of the front door interrupted you, as well as made you jolt with fright. Quickly, you approached the handle and gripped it tightly with one hand.

“They’re here,” you said instead, your heart beating so loudly that it almost drowned out your voice, at least in your own ears. “Are you ready?”

Even though you were scared, you were filled with anticipation, too - this night would definitely mark the beginning of Jungkook’s future. And whether that path would lead him back to his fame or not, you were there to ascertain it would.

Jungkook eyed his reflection in the hall mirror, and fixed his hair. “Let them in,” he told you sternly when he seemed adequately satisfied.

The first face you saw when you unlocked then opened the front door to your parents’ apartment that evening made you yelp. And not just a quiet, surprised yelp, but an involuntarily loud and terrified one. The reason why, however, wasn’t because it was someone you didn’t know standing outside or because you were so anxious meeting the rest of BTS you couldn’t help but let out a sound as you saw them.

No. Yet again, destiny seemed to want to test your mental and emotional boundaries. Yet again, the universe seemed to want to prove to you that you, in this life, were being punished for your past couple of lives’ crimes against fate, actions which must have surely been considered the absolute worst of transgressions.

Yet again, you needed to be firmly reminded that life was cruel, and you were a fool for even hoping there was hope. For the first face you saw outside your parents’ apartment that evening belonged to a smiling Kang Se-Eun.

But then she spotted you - and Jeon Jungkook.

[valleyrunearchives]

Weightless (The Leap of a Jade Rabbit)

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Fandom: Boku No Hero Academia/My Hero Academia Pairings: Aizawa Shouta/Yamada Hizashi Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Chapter 40/?

Midoriya Izuku stopped believing in heroes when a tragedy occurred in his life. When at the tender age of 11, he lost everything that was everything dear to him, everything that was worth living for. Yet he doesn’t give up. He can’t give up. He decides to make a choice instead. No longer will he stand around and wait for the heroes to arrive while a crime goes down. He’ll be his own hero and a hero to those who are just like him. Those waiting for help that will never arrive. In order to do that, though, he’ll have to fight to survive and lie through his teeth. It won’t be so bad!

After all, it’s not like they can bring him in for vigilantism and Illegal Quirk Usage when he doesn’t even have a quirk, right?

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“So yeah, that’s where I’m at and I don’t know what to do,” Izuku says, lying on his bed with Haia on his chest, phone cradled up to his ear. 

“Jeez, Izuku-kun, that sounds really rough! I don’t know what I’d do in your situation,” Ochako’s voice comes through. Izuku had called her after dinner that night to explain what was going on in his life since it would’ve been a very lengthy text. He hoped she might be able to help him work something out. Plus it was nice to talk to her after so much time apart. He also wanted to give her the offer of paying for a train ticket for her so she could come visit and meet his other friends. 

“Yeah, I know,” he sighs, “Part of me is super thrilled. I mean, high school? That’s like… wow! But at the same time all I can think is if I go into high school now that I’m going to be so much younger than all the other kids…” 

“Yeah… are you worried they’ll pick on you? Or even bully you?” she asks tentatively.

He reaches his free hand up to nervously pet Haia, who purrs in delight, “Of course I am! They’re kids who are going to be older and probably bigger than me. Not to mention that I’m sure it’ll get out that I’m quirkless to someone. If not them then the seniors of our school. No matter how much I try to hide it, it’ll come out somehow. I wouldn’t be surprised if one of the teachers even told them! That’s what my middle school did, even though I know they’re not supposed to.”

“Let’s not forget the level of practice that they may have had with their quirks…” Ochako adds, “I’d be worried about what they’d try to use on you too.”

His heart skips a beat at that. He had somewhat forgotten about that. “Well I wasn’t before but now I am! Oh… What do I do…?”

“Have you talked to your foster parents about it?” There’s the sound of air blowing through the phone. Izuku remembers that she told him before they started talking that she was painting her nails with a new polish her parents had gifted her. He’s happy she’s got something that makes her so happy. But it must be tricky to paint her nails with her quirk, since she can only use four of her fingers to hold the brush steady. 

He wraps his arm around Haia and rolls over onto his side. She doesn’t react beyond an initial surprised mew before settling back down again. “I mean yeah but all they keep saying is that it’s up to me. I don’t think they’re getting that I want their opinions on how I should decide. That I need help making a decision that’s best for me. 

“Then tell them that!” She nearly shouts down the phone, “If there’s something that my parents always need to remind me of it’s that they’re not mind readers! If I need help with something, I have to ask for it. They won’t just be able to guess!”

“But how do I do that in a way that makes them understand?” He doesn’t remember how to do this! He hasn’t had a parent in over a year now, give him a break. 

“Simple; You tell them that you’d really like their help in deciding on the best course of action with this school thing!” 

“And it’s that easy?” He asks nervously. 

“Sure it is!” She chirps, “You just have to make sure you’re clear with them on everything! If they say something along the lines of that it’s your decision again, let them know that that’s the problem! Tell them you don’t know what your decision is and need their help finding it. Then just air out all your thoughts about it and ask them what they think!” 

Izuku hums something of an acquiesce. When she puts it like that it sounds super simple. It makes him a bit nervous though. He doesn’t want to say something that makes them think he’s overreacting about all this. He’s just getting the sense that they think he’ll be able to go Boom! Decision made! But he can’t. Not about something this big for his life. She seems to hear or at least figure out his apprehension, “Okay! Let’s try something! An exercise to practice, if you will! Pretend I’m your foster parents; Go!”

“G-Go? Go what?” he asks.

“Start at the beginning! Ask for help! I’m your foster parents, you’ve just walked up to me, what do you say? Go!” 

‘“Uh…” His mind jumps several times before he squeezes his eyes shut and focuses, “Hey can I talk to you guys about something…?”

“Sure, Izuku! What’s up?” She lowers her voice to talk in a deeper tone, trying to imitate one of his foster dads. Izuku snorts in amusement but covers it up in a cough. Right. Focus on the exercise.

“Well… I’ve been thinking about this school thing and I… really think I need your help on deciding what I should do.”

“It’s ultimately up to you,” Ochako’s ‘deep’ voice says back. Izuku resists the urge to snort again. C’mon focus!

“Yeah I know but I really don’t know what to do. I’m just so worried about some aspects of each decision and need your help figuring out which one’s best.” 

“Okay, let’s sit down and talk about it,” Ochako then clears her throat before saying, in her normal voice this time, “That was perfect, Izuku-kun! Now just do that again with your actual foster parents and tell them everything that’s bugging you! I promise, it’ll be easier than you think it is!”

“Well, if you’re sure.”

“I’m sure! Do you want to go so you can get it all over with while it’s still fresh in your mind?” she asks.

“Yeah,” The thought comes back to him just before he’s about to tell her that he’ll talk to her later, “Oh right! Real quick before we hang up!”

“Huh? What’s up? Need to run through the exercise one more time or something?”

“No, no! Um… You can tell me no if you don’t want to but… I’d really like for you to come up to meet my friends and visit for a while. I know your parents don't really have the money for that but… Could I… Pay for a ticket for you? It doesn’t have to be everytime you come for a visit and if it’s too much for me to ask because you would feel guilty I promise it’s no big deal but you can still tell me no regardless! Whatever you want to do!” He’s starting to ramble in his nerves. Get it together Izuku. It’s not like you’re asking her to move here or anything!

“Oh that would be great! I would love that!” She says excitedly. Izuku relaxes. He should’ve known that Ochako would have been all for it right away. She’s been saying that she’s really looking forward to meeting his friends. He smiles to himself, “So next Tuesday? I’ll send the ticket to you virtually.”

“Awesome! I can’t wait to meet everyone! Don’t tell them I’m coming! I want it to be a surprise!”  

He laughs softly, “You got it. Alright… I’m going to go talk to Hizashi and Shouta. Thanks for your help, Ochako-chan.”

“No problem! Talk to you later Izuku-kun!” 

“Yeah, see you!”

He hangs up the phone and sets it on his bedside table. He moves Haia to lay on his bed. He takes a deep breath before standing up and heading to the living room. Hizashi and Shouta are both sitting on the couch. Hizashi is reading a book with Shouta’s feet on his lap while the darker haired man watches TV with Bastard on his chest similar to how Haia was on his. 

He takes another breath before approaching them. They both look up at him with smiles, Hizashi’s wide and bright and Shouta’s small but warm. “Can I… talk to you guys about something?” he asks meekly.

They share a glance before Hizashi smiles up at him again and says with no hesitation, “Sure, Bunny Bean!”

“What do we need to talk about, Problem Child?” Shouta asks next.

What do we need to talk about, they say. Bunny Bean, Hizashi calls him. Problem Child, Shouta calls him. Their names for him. Like Zu was for his mom. He smiles and settles down on the armchair next to the couch. This may take a while…

[shxdowsofombra]

Josh’s Birthday

[Henry]

Henry had a surprise planned for Josh’s birthday since he knew that they weren’t able to plan it on his actual birthday since he was spending it with his family. He went to Josh’s house and knocked on the door. 

[Josh]

Josh opened the door and looked at Henry and was confused as to why the boy was here. Especially after the last time they saw each other. “Hi Henry, what’s up?”

[Henry]

“I know you were spending the day with your family for your birthday but I figured we could do something to celebrate together? Unless you are busy with something else today, in which case, I can always come back another day?” 

[Josh]

“No, I'm not busy.” The boy said as he looked at the other. “Yeah sure, do I need to bring something?” He asked as he leaned against the doorframe.

[Henry]

“You don’t have to bring anything, I have everything already set up.” He says as he holds out his hand for Josh to take. 

[Josh]

Josh nodded as he told Henry to wait and went to grab his phone before telling his parents he would be back. He came back to the front door and grabbed his hand before closing the door behind him.

[Henry]

Henry waited for Josh before leading the way. “I know that you liked to visit the castle so I was wondering if you wanted to see the one one of my parents owned?” He asks. 

[Josh] 

Josh followed Henry and nodded, “Yeah that sounds fun.” He agreed. “It’s walking distance right?” 

[Henry]

“Yes, it is within walking distance. I wouldn’t make you cross the whole island for it.” He teases with a smirk before squeezing the other’s hand. They walk for a few minutes before coming to a clearing where the castle was. “And here it is.” Henry smiles. 

[Josh]

“No I wasn’t…it wouldn’t be a problem if it was, I was just wondering.” He admitted before looking at the castle. Even if it wasn’t the main one, it was still really big and one of the most beautiful buildings he had seen. “Wow.”

[Henry]

“Come on, let���s go inside. You know they gave Emmett his own castle when he graduated so maybe they might give me and Hallie one when we graduate as well.” He says as he leads Josh inside to the nice dinner he had set up for the both of them. 

[Josh]

“Oh that’s so cool. When I graduate, my dad plans on giving me the library. Not as special, but I think it’s pretty cool.” He says as he walks into the castle. He saw the dinner and smiled, “This is really nice.”

[Henry]

“I think it’s pretty cool that you get a library. It’s passed down just like my family.” He smiles as he leads him over to the dinner table. “Would you want us to see the rooms first or should we have some dinner first?”

[Josh]

“We’re here so we should have dinner.” He smiled before looking around. “Where…uh who cooked it? I just want to make sure I thank them.” Josh says before looking at Henry.

[Henry]

“Me. I looked up some recipes that my meemaw had and I thought I would make something for you.” He says with a smile. 

[Josh]

“Oh wow, thank you. I really appreciate it.” He smiled before sitting down. “So what did you make?” Josh asks as he looks over the table. “It smells delicious.”

[Henry]

“I made a marinated steak with some corn and potatoes. For dessert I made apple pie. It took a few days to marinate the steak but I was told it would make it more tender and taste better.” He says before going and sitting down as well. 

[Josh]

“Ah well that sounds amazing.” He replied before making a plate. “Thanks again for cooking.” Josh says as he looks over at Henry. “You didn’t have to.”

[Henry]

“Of course I did. It’s your birthday and I wanted to do something special for you.” He tells him as he made his plate after Josh did.

[Josh]

“Well thank you.” Josh smiles before cutting a piece of his steak and taking a bite. He moaned softly at the taste, “Wow it tastes amazing.”

[Henry]

“It does?” He asks in surprise before taking a bite for himself. He hummed in approval, “Maybe I can cook after all.” Henry jokes. 

[Josh]

“Well did your grandmother teach you? Or your mom?” He asked as he continued eating.

[Henry]

“My grandmother. My mom tends to forget she leaves things on the stove when my dad comes home usually. Plus she loves to cook and I know my grandpa loves it too.” He smiles. 

[Josh]

“Well that would make sense. Your mom was raised in the castle mostly and your grandma wasn’t. So they were taught things differently. I think that’s a cool mix.”

[Henry]

“Maybe she tried to teach my mom at some point but you have met my mom she can be rather stubborn.” He laughs slightly. “So how has your family been after the whole getting to see the castle and everything?”

[Josh]

“Hm, your mom is really cool. I mean I wish I was as confident as her.” He teased before smiling. “Fine. They tell everyone they met the queen and king. The book is, like, framed at our house.”

[Henry]

“Yeah I don’t have either of my parents' confidence. There is an ongoing joke that I am more like my grandparents than I am like my parents.” He says before taking another bite of his food.

[Josh]

“Hm, there are worse people to be like. You probably just have a nice mix of both. I am sure once we get older, that confidence will come.”

[Henry]

“Mhm it will come when I am old and don’t actually need it knowing my luck.” He jokes before finishing up his food. 

[Josh]

“You shouldn’t say that.” Josh says as he looks at Henry. “I am sure it will come when you need it.” Josh said as he finished his food.

[Henry]

“Maybe…” He shrugged. “Should we eat the pie after the tour so we don’t get too stuffed?”

[Josh] 

“Yes I would love that.” Josh smiled before standing up. He cleaned up his mess before pushing his chair in. “Where do you want to start?”

[Henry]

Henry stood up after cleaning his plate up as well. “We can start with the foyer and go from there? There are a lot of bedrooms here too. You can tell me which one is your favorite.” He smirked. 

[Josh]

“Sure.” Josh nodded as he looked around and followed Henry’s lead. “So do your parents visit this place a lot or is it usually empty?”

[Henry]

“My mom doesn’t like being royalty so she doesn’t really come out here much unless it’s with my dad I think.” He shrugged as he showed him the foyer and living room. 

[Josh]

Josh looked around as he nodded, “How many do they have? I know you have lots of uncles and aunts, is there enough for all of them?” He asks. “I’m sorry if that’s rude.”

[Henry]

“Seeming that the family is never ending at this point…I don’t know. Maybe my grandfather used his magic to make it so there will always be room.” He shrugged. “I think he learned that trick from Peter when he was at the camp.”

[Josh]

“Are they just having kids because of the royals? I know my parents told me that the kingdom wanted a boy and now there are multiple options for King.”

[Henry]

“I don’t think so? I think it was a thing they always wanted when they were younger according to what I have heard when I visited camp. But don’t tell my parents that they don’t know I went there.”

[Josh]

“You mean the camps on the other side of the island? My mom told me I wasn’t allowed over there. I always thought that was unfair. I mean it can’t be that bad. It seems like fun.” Josh says as he looks over some of the photos.

[Henry]

“Only lost boys can enter it. I was able to find it when I was struggling with everything that happened. And one day I wanted to go back and I couldn’t find it. It was the weirdest thing.” He shrugged before leading Josh to the next parts of the castle.

[Josh]

“Huh. And Peter leaves there right? I think it’s crazy he runs the island and I have never seen him.” Josh says as he walks with Henry. “This is so big.”

[Henry]

“Yeah he does. Usually one doesn’t want to run into him. He has some demonic thing that lives inside of him. So you never know which Peter you are going to get.” Hearing Josh’s words he just smirked, “That’s not the only thing that is big.”

[Josh]

“That’s so strange.” Josh replied before hearing Henry’s words and smiling. “Yeah yeah okay, what room is next?” He teased playfully.

[Henry]

“The bedrooms of course.” He smiles as he takes his hand and leads the way to all the bedrooms. “If you ever wanted to know what it was like to stay in one of them…we could always do that?”

[Josh]

Josh followed Henry and nodded as he heard his words. “Yeah that would be fun. We would have to ask for permission first though and my parents would most definitely want to meet yours first.”

[Henry]

“I mean it would probably just be one night. Are you sure your parents would not want to stay with us?” He teases. 

[Josh]

“Don’t even offer that.” He laughed. “They would take you up on it.” He says as he looked around the rooms.

[Henry]

“Well that is what I mean. If they know you are staying the night in a castle with me, they might ask to come stay at the castle too because it’s you know…a castle and all.” He says. 

[Josh]

“You want my parents to…stay with us here?” He asked before smiling. “You are very sweet and cute but no. Definitely not. That would be traumatizing for me.”

[Henry]

“No. I don’t want them too. That’s why I am saying maybe don’t tell them that we are staying at a castle.” He says. “We don’t need them hearing the fun we have while here.”

[Josh]

Josh smiled, “Yeah, I agree.” He says before looking at the pictures on the nightstand. “Are you and your siblings close?” 

[Henry]

“Uh…well Emmett is kind of hiding from the family right now. Hallie and I…it’s complicated. Now we have Eli and he is, you know, too young to really get along with me.”

[Josh]

“Hm well…family is complicated. I am sure things will fix themselves. You guys seem like a good family. They don’t ignore your issues like mine do.” 

[Henry]

“A very protective one, yes.” He says with a smile. “Well they usually overlook me since I cause the least amount of trouble. But you don’t have to worry about someone ignoring your issues when I am around. I am here to help you through it.”

[Josh]

“I know.” He smiled. “Thanks for that.” He says as he places the picture back down.

[Henry]

“Let’s go check out the garden and ballroom.” He brings the male with him as they make their way through the hallways. “What is your opinion on balls?”

[Josh]

“I’ve only seen them on tv. Your grandma throws the best one though. Everyone always wants to be invited. I am always so jealous. It looks like so much fun.”

[Henry]

“Would you want to come to one with me?” He asks as he looks over to gauge the other’s reaction. “I don’t really go to them but if you want to go I don’t mind.”

[Josh]

“You…you want me to go…to go with you…to a ball?” He asked. “Like…with…with royals around?”

[Henry]

“You are my boyfriend so yeah I would want you to come. I am sure my family will be there too. Well I mean my aunts and uncles.”

[Josh]

“Um…yes. Yes I…I would love to.” He smiled happily. “I…but…I don’t want you to think I’m using you. So you don’t have to bring me. I mean, I’m cool being at your place and hanging out in your room. I don’t need all of this to love you.” He gestured to the castle.

[Henry]

“Why would I think you are using me?” He asks in confusion. “I don’t mind sharing my life with you. I mean you didn’t even know my status when we first met so…”

[Josh]

“I know the other people at school have started acting weird now that they know. I just…I love you. Henry. Not the Royal or even related to ones. I don’t care at all.”

[Henry]

“I know you do. I wouldn’t be offering to show you everything if I didn’t believe you. I mean this is part of my life and I want to share it with you so you should care just a little bit.” He teases with a smirk.

[Josh]

“Your life isn’t this Henry. Yes, it’s part of your family. But you haven’t even started living. Just like the library isn’t my life. I like talking about it, but that’s my parents. I don’t even know if I will be happy there. I just know that so far, you are my life. And I’m okay with that.”

[Henry]

“It is part of my life in a way…I know I haven’t started living life. I feel the same way.” He smiles before giving the male a kiss. 

[Josh] 

Josh kissed him back before smiling, “Who knows maybe you will be different from your parents and participate more in the Royal stuff.”

[Henry]

“I do participate in that stuff when I visit my grandparents for sure. Even if my mom doesn’t like the royal part. It’s still there.”

[Josh]

“Oh definitely.” Josh nodded. “Is that all the rooms?” He asks.

[Henry]

“From what I know I think so? They have the garden and a maze thing. But here is the ballroom.” He says while stopping at the big room. 

[Josh]

Josh walked into the ballroom and looked around. “Very nice. No wonder there are always so many royals. This is huge.”

[Henry]

“I mean it is huge because of how many royals there are. They had to make sure that it would fit all of them or at least the important ones.” He says.

[Josh]

“So you know all of the other kings and queens of different places?” He asked as he moved around the ballroom. “It must be overwhelming.”

[Henry]

“I know of them. I think Charlie or Tommy would know more about that though since they went to the whole royal school and stuff.” He tells him as they walked around.

[Josh]

“Ah okay. So why aren’t Charlie and Tommy married? I mean I know Rose went with Hero which…is that awkward for them?” Josh asked as he moved over to Henry.

[Henry]

“Uh…well I don’t know. They don’t really have to be since my grandparents are on the throne. Next in line would be my mom anyway.” He shurgged.

[Josh]

“Oh okay, yeah I guess that makes sense. I just figured they would be dating or something.” He said. 

[Henry]

“Well I mean Tommy is dating…technically. Charlie…who knows what Charlie is doing honestly. He is like my brother. I have no clue where he is.” 

[Josh]

“Oh I thought he was single. That’s cool though.” He smiled as he moved toward the windows of the ballroom. “The garden is beautiful.”

[Henry]

“I mean for all intents and purposes yes he is.” He says before moving over and looking out the window. “It must take a lot to constantly keep up with the gardens here.”

[Josh]

“What does that mean?” He asked before looking at the gardeners. “Well…you know…no one has ever said your family is a horrible boss. That’s a good sign.”

[Henry]

“It’s complicated. Obviously being the first of the hybrid race there are bound to be you know…complications.” He says before looking at the gardeners. “They probably haven’t seen my grandfather yet.” Henry jokes. 

[Josh]

“Is your grandfather as mean as you make him sound? When I met him he was incredibly charming. He also seemed madly in love with the queen. Which is always nice. Most royals don’t even like each other.”

[Henry]

“I mean…I don’t think he is mean but if you ask other people…might not get the same answer. He is madly in love with her. She is the only one that can calm his temper if someone pisses him off. If she isn’t around then I would run for the hills if I were you.” 

[Josh]

“How romantic.” He smiled. “I bet people are jealous of them.”

[Henry]

“They are couple goals technically speaking. But they were friends for the longest time before they started going out. I have heard he was always smitten with her since the moment they met.”

[Josh]

Josh smiled as he took his hand. “Friends to lovers. Do you know…nevermind I don’t want to embarrass you.” He laughed as he looked at Henry.

[Henry]

“Do I know what?” He asks while raising a brow at Josh, not really sure what he was implying. “Embarrass me? What would embarrass me?” 

[Josh]

“There are fanfics about your grandparents. Being like the third person in their relationship. There’s even one, the most popular one, of being…um…being the person that took the queens…virginity…” He blushed. “The writer is even super popular. He like…I mean my parents have had him sign books at the library. He really likes your grandmother.”

[Henry]

“If that was the case my grandfather would have killed them by now. He doesn’t like anyone talking about her in that manner regardless of who it is. And taking my grandmother’s virginity? Yeah my grandfather was the first to do that and he would kill anyone who said otherwise. Well don’t get too attached I am sure once it’s brought to his attention you won’t see that author again.” He shrugged. 

“You do realize that writing that kind of stuff is slanderous against their relationship and status as king and queen. They also didn’t consent to their names being used in such a manner which violates so many privacy laws. People wrote about my mother and you don’t hear about them because they are dead.”

[Josh]

“I’ve never read it, I’m not interested in things like that at all. But I do know it is a popular book. I’m sure you saw it when you visited the library with me.” Josh said as he looked out the window. “I always thought they knew about it. That’s why he was still alive.”

[Henry]

“Um no but I guarantee you after this you won’t hear from him because my grandfather is extremely protective of my grandmother especially since she is expecting so…” He trailed off. 

[Josh]

“Do you think…how would people even know that? Like it’s just a book. A very dirty book…but it’s like a series. Like multiple parts.”

[Henry]

“It’s the principle of the matter, Josh. I wouldn’t want someone writing my name in a book of them thinking my sister and I should be together. That would be wrong and those who read it and don’t know us will think the wrong things about us. You don’t use people’s real names for things like that. It’s creepy.” He shuddered at the thought. 

His phone went off with a text from Misty asking if he had seen Nibs by the house since he said he was going to stop by to see Hope. He responded before putting the phone back into his pocket. 

[Josh]

“It is just fiction. If he reacts a certain way people will think that it’s true. I mean the stuff in the book couldn’t have happened. Nibs didn’t sleep with one of his mistresses and Misty didn’t sleep with the main character on Nibs desk. It’s just a book, Henry.” Josh told him. 

“Besides, it’s just some man wishing they took the queen away. Most people think it, they just don’t say it out loud. And multiple people want Nibs to take them as a mistress.”

[Henry]

“Ew ew ew I don’t want to hear about that. Just thinking about my grandparents like that is just ew. Now people might start trying to get my grandfather away from my grandmother because of that book. They have already been through a lot and now they might have crazed fans who want it to be true. Why can’t people just make up their own characters? Why does it have to be about real people?”

[Josh]

Josh laughed, “They are the queen and king. People like them and find them attractive. They are young and hot, people want to write about them. People dress up like them. It’s just normal at this point.”

[Henry]

“Um no that is not normal…that is weird. That’s how serial killers start, you know? It starts with obsession and then eventually killing.”

[Josh]

“It’s a crime to kill purebloods and it’s a crime to even think about the death of the queen or king. No one would do that.”

[Henry]

“You would be surprised. A pureblood did go after my grandmother. So did other people in the kingdom and even outside the kingdom. People don’t get it. If they try to do something like in the book they would die and no one takes it seriously. They have almost died multiple times because of it. That’s why he has to kill people that come after them because they won’t stop and he has to protect her.”

[Josh]

“Has he always protected her like that? It must be a lot of responsibility for him. Is he happy?”

[Henry]

“Yes, he has always protected her like that. She didn’t really have anyone when she came to that kind of thing. Then they met and well it was love at first sight.” 

[Josh]

“Hm well, I am sure no one will take the book seriously. I only told you because I thought you knew.” Josh said. “It’s not even well written. It’s like crappy.”

[Henry]

“There have been people who take stuff like that seriously which is sad.” He sighed. “Anyway, you ready for that apple pie?”

[Josh]

“I think you are too worried.” He said before nodding. “Yeah I would love that.”

[Henry]

“That’s what everyone says until it actually ends up happening you know.” He says as he leads Josh back to the dining room where the dessert was set up. 

[Josh]

“They have multiple people around that will protect them. They will be fine.” He assured him. “I am sure of it, truly.”

[Henry]

“And this is why you are the optimist in our relationship.” He smiles as he squeezes Josh’s hand. 

[Josh]

Josh smiled as he kissed Henry, “That’s why we work so well together. You worry and I don’t.” He smiled happily.

[Henry]

Henry smiled as Josh kissed him. “I don’t get how you can be so worry free all the time. It doesn’t make sense to me.”

[Josh]

“Hm, you worry enough for the both of us. If we both did then it would drive us crazy.” He joked as he cut a piece of pie.

[Henry]

“I know I do. I do have to be more careful than most. Everyone is always looking for one of my family to slip up.” He cut himself a piece of the pie as well after Josh did.

[Josh]

“People love tearing people down. It’s just in their nature. And with mermaids and sirens there are always some that are unhappy. But I think with the way things are now, people are very happy.” He says as he sits down.

[Henry]

“I would hope so.” He says before taking a bite of the pie. “Mhm maybe next time we can cook something together.”

[Josh]

“Yeah, I would like that.” Josh smiled as he took a bite of the pie. He looked around at all the workers in the castle. “Do they…go home?”

[Henry]

“No, they have their own quarters at the castle in case they are needed on short notice from what I have been told. I don’t know if this castle has the same type of rules.” 

[Josh]

“Ah okay.” He nodded before he took another bite and leaned back against his chair as he watched them. “Your life is so interesting.”

[Henry]

“How so? I don’t live in the castle or anything like that.” He says with a shrug.

[Josh]

“Still it’s very interesting you are related to people who do live like this.” Josh replied before licking his fork clean.

[Henry]

“I guess yeah it can be interesting at times.” He says before finishing up his piece of pie. “So what else would you like to do for your birthday?”

[Josh]

“Oh well this is enough for me honestly. I had a lot of fun and the food was really good. You don’t have to do much more honestly.” Josh said.

[Henry]

“Really?” He asks in surprise. “I am glad you had fun and enjoyed the food. I suppose I should walk you home then? I know your parents worry when we are out for too long.”

[Josh] 

“Do you want your parents to come with? I mean…we keep pushing it off and maybe instead of like a sit down thing they can just meet and then go separate ways. So it’s not an awkward dinner for an hour.”

[Henry]

“They aren’t going to ask that weird stuff they were asking my grandparents are they? Because my dad can have a temper when it comes to that especially since my mom has two kids on the way…at least I think it is two. I am not sure…” 

[Josh]

“I hope not. But you can just ask if they want to and if they say no then that’s fine. It’s not like you can force them to go.” He joked as he looked at the boy. “And if you don’t want our parents to meet you can just say that too.”

[Henry]

“I can always see if they want to come. I think I heard them talking about some ball my grandma is throwing.” He said as he got up out of his seat and stretched. 

[Josh]

“Okay, that’s fine.” He nodded as he stood up and placed his plate on the table. “Again it’s not a big deal if they don’t want to meet them right now.”

[Henry]

He pulled out his phone and texted his parents and waited for an answer. “I know but I also know your parents don’t really like them so…I am just worried…as you already know.” 

[Josh]

“They don’t know them. It’s not that they don’t like them…it’s just going to be something they need to get used to is all. My dad knew your mom in high school, he just has a preconceived idea of what they will be like.”

[Henry]

“Well if they behave like they did at the ball around my parents I can’t guarantee what will happen. Dad is very protective of her because of you know…the babies.” 

[Josh]

Josh laughed as he smiled, “I will beg my parents to behave. I promise Henry.”

[Henry]

“Okay then I will have them meet us there.” He says as he hears his phone go off. He got a message from Hope and Zach and he told them where to meet them.

[erwinsvow]

𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

summary: uncle eren comes to visit.

warnings: step-cest, jealousy, manipulation, hints of verbal/emotional abuse + touch of dubcon to con, reader feels guilty, grinding/dry-humping, overstimulation, orgasm denial, unprotected sex

author's note: part two of sole salvation. i really hope everyone enjoys this! the warnings are just to be on the safe side as i do not want to accidentally trigger anyone, please feel free to message me if you want to ask about something before reading.

tagging @sangwoos-mom & @divine-delight :)

If Zeke didn’t want my interest to get piqued, Eren thinks to himself as he watches you stroll away, off to get him to a fresh cup of lemonade, he should have kept his mouth shut.

When his brother had mentioned his new fiancee had a daughter, Eren had supposed it would be some spoiled, bratty kid. After all, he had met your mother once before, and he didn’t think that kind of a woman could raise someone even remotely well-behaved.

So given that, he was more than pleasantly surprised the first time he met you. It was all a shock, from the almost angelic way you float down the stairs to greet him, your soft skin and sweet smile, to the genuine look in your eyes when you tell him that you’re glad to finally meet him.

He still doesn’t know what Zeke did to deserve you in his life, the taste in his mouth a touch too bitter when he watches the way you look at his brother, even when your mom is in the same room. It’s dreamy, as though there’s no better way to spend your time and nothing better to think about than your step-father.

It’s a little unfair, Eren thinks, that Zeke has a sweet, doting little thing head over heels for him. It’s a little unfair that Zeke waited so long to invite him over, to introduce him to you. Maybe it was brotherly instinct, maybe he knew that once Eren met you, he wouldn’t be able to think about anything else, just like it had been for Zeke.

Regardless of what it was, Eren knew one thing for certain. Sibling should always share.

It finally takes an unbearable conversation on the phone with your mother for an excuse, an opportunity to arise. The lie is taking hold in his head and spilling out of his mouth before he can even control it—“Yeah, the pipes burst and it’s just a mess, I called Zeke but his phone’s off- no, really? Just for the weekend, I promise- thank you, I’ll be over soon.”

His bag is packed and cock is twitching at the idea of getting you alone in that house, maybe when Zeke’s locked away in his office and your mother’s out shopping. It’s going to be a hot week, with almost intolerable heat, and he’s positive it’ll have you in revealing clothes (no doubt ones that his brother bought for you) and teensy swimsuits when you go for an afternoon swim.

That’s what he’s thinking of—the image of you soaked to the bone, wet hair and the thin, dripping material of your suit sticking to your skin—when he pulls into your driveway later that day.

It’s almost easy enough to miss the slight wobble in your steps, the way your clothes are just a little too wrinkled for someone that’s been sitting around the house all day.

But Eren notices it, of course, and doesn’t miss the way Zeke practically keeps one eye on you the entire day, no matter who he’s talking to, either.

Maybe if Eren was just a drop stupider, a bit less cunning, you and Zeke could get away with all of it, but he’s not. He thinks it’s his turn to have his fun with you.

Your mother’s even more intolerable than he remembers. He wonders how bad a family dinner could be, but this is much worse than he could have fathomed. It’s a whole host of things, like how she’s oblivious to the affair happening right under her nose and her small comments that have your lips trembling and eyes blinking away tears before they can fall.

Jeez. Eren had initially felt bad for himself, but he’s starting to wonder how you put up with it. Maybe fucking around with Zeke is your own way of getting revenge, payback for every ‘Why do you look so tired, it’s not like you’re the one working all day’ and ‘Don’t you have plans with friends, or are you just gonna bother your parents all day?’

By the time dinner ends, you’ve made your way to the kitchen almost automatically, putting away dishes and wiping counters without even being told, as Zeke gives your mother a cold, hard stare.

“Was all that really necessary?” his brother questions quietly, eyes fuming with anger yet still disguising his true reason for being upset.

“What?” your mother responds innocently, pretending as though she hadn’t said anything wrong. Eren watches the interaction carefully. He thinks it’d be better if he didn’t interject on a married couple’s little spat, but here he goes again, words out before he can control them. They’re spoken a bit louder than they needed to be, but he wants to make sure you hear them over the running water.

“I don’t know, she seems like a good girl to me, no? Maybe you should be easier on her.”

And a few feet away, in the kitchen, your heart skips a beat. Uncle Eren—who you’d only met once and heard about a handful of times, someone who doesn’t owe you anything, someone not even really related to you—defending you?

It was enough to make tears rush to your eyes again, a smile on your face as you rinse off the dishes.

Good girl. The words run through your head again, seemingly on repeat. They’re your two favorite words, enough to pick you up from the dark, sullen headspace you’re in as a result of your mother’s cruel phrases and Zeke’s stinging silence.

Zeke claims it’ll become too obvious, even to your clueless mother, if he always takes your side and speaks up for you, despite how much he wants to, he says. You’re so hopelessly gone, so devoted to him that you don’t think you have it in you to fight for it. The words he says when the two of you are alone, how he makes you feel and spoils you rotten makes up for it, right?

That’s what you’d been telling yourself all this time, but you’re not sure how much longer you can keep the act going. Does he think it’s easy to watch him walk into the bedroom he shares with your mother every night? To watch her kiss him goodbye, hold onto his arm in public, while you trail behind like a lost puppy?

It’s not actually revenge you’re aiming for, when you start greeting Eren in the morning brightly, walking straight on over to him in the living room rather than the kitchen where your step-father is. It’s closer to a plea for attention, like you’re waiting for Zeke to realize you can play at this game too.

Eren’s more than happy to indulge you, spending hours of the day beside you on the couch watching movies, or watering the lawn while you work on your garden, claiming that he just wants to help out around the house as much as he can. His weekend-long visit turns into a week, as the ‘good for nothing contractors are taking their sweet time.’

It’s terribly easy to make you believe every word he’s saying, with you even defending him when Zeke asks how much longer he’s planning on sticking around.

“He’s family,” you had argued valiantly, leaving your step-father with narrowed eyes and a tense jaw as he noticed Eren smiling behind you. For once, your mother had agreed with you, and Zeke was left with no choice.

It’s sunny and warm when Eren’s opportunity, the one he’s been waiting for patiently, appears. Your mother’s gone out again, this time to the salon, there’s that hour of time right after she’s left that you usually treasure, because you know there’s no chance she’ll be on her way back or call home.

It’s usually your favorite time of the day, when you know you can have Zeke all to yourself, and that’s what you’re thinking, when you hesitantly make your way to the door of his office.

Truly, you hadn’t meant to make Zeke angry, you just wanted to be there for Uncle Eren how he was there for you. You were ready to make up and forget about it now, dolled up in a new sundress that you hadn’t gotten a chance to wear yet. Zeke had bought it only weeks ago, before Uncle Eren’s sudden visit, and you thought he might like it if you wore it now.

Your hand has just reached the cool metal of the doorknob, just about to twist when you hear a ringing from inside the room, of Zeke’s phone going off.

You step back, knowing better than to interrupt one of his calls. You’re disheartened a little, mind wondering why he would schedule something when you and he both know this is your hour, your chance to be alone.

You make your way back downstairs, lingering on the last step and thinking about going back up in a few minutes, when Uncle Eren’s voice calls to you from the living room, making you jump a little.

“Oh, sorry, sweetheart, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he says, voice calm and quiet, a contrast to your thudding heart.

“That’s okay, Uncle Eren,” you say, and your head turns back to look in the direction of Zeke’s office inadvertently. “I was just-”

“Waiting for Daddy, huh?” Your lips part a little in surprise, confused by his implication. Though surely, Zeke wouldn’t have told Uncle Eren anything. No, he wouldn’t do that.

Right?

“I-I just needed to ask him something, but I think he’s on the phone with someone,” you say quietly, confused at Eren’s tone, the confidence with which he spoke those words, almost mockingly.

“Oh, yeah. He told me he’s busy all afternoon, something or other about work and a report-” Eren stops himself right when he notices your expression change, looking thoroughly upset that Zeke was busy when you were ripe for the taking. “He didn’t tell you about that?”

Fuel to the fire, maybe a bit too much, but Eren doesn’t care. Not as long as you keep it up, looking like a maimed little prey upon realizing that Daddy was too busy for you.

Yes, Eren was getting much better with the lying. It doesn’t even register to you to question his words, to go back up and double check, that Zeke might, in fact, be waiting for you to knock on his door at this very second.

Your feet find their way to the sofa, slumping down dejectedly, as Eren sits right next to you. It’s the way you two have been sitting for the past week, except he’s ready to take the risk. His hand finds your knee, thumb rubbing the soft skin as you let out a shaky breath, wiping away a stray tear.

“All afternoon?” comes your quiet voice, trembling at the mere notion that Zeke was upset with you. You hadn’t meant to take it this far, hadn’t thought he would be ignoring you just because you disagreed with something he said for the first time.

But your sadness is turning into something different when you look at the hungry, almost predatory way Uncle Eren is looking at you now.

“That’s what he said, sweetheart. Did you two have plans, or something?” It’s coming off nonchalant, or so he hopes, because every bone in his body is excited at the prospect before him, blood rushing to his hardening cock as he catches a glimpse of your exposed skin as you fiddle with the hem of your dress.

“N-no, I just… He always spends time with me when mom leaves. I just thought he would be free.”

It’s the sweet, lonely way you’re looking into his eyes, your own doe-like and watery, that tips him over the edge.

“Well, I can keep you company.”

“R-really?”

“Yeah, baby. A sweet thing like you shouldn’t be left all alone… it’s not right, well, at least to me.”

“Yeah?” Eren nods his head, line between his lies and the truth blurring suddenly as you inch closer and closer to him.

“I wouldn’t treat you like that, if you were mine, you know-” and he can’t finish his sentence, because your hands are on the collar of his shirt and you’re shifting onto his lap, and your lips are on each other.

It’s stupid, you know, to be so easily guided by a few choice words, putty in virtually anyone’s hands if they say the right things and make you feel seen and heard, but you can’t stop now.

Eren’s tongue is in your mouth, your lips practically glued together as you feel his hands go under the soft cotton of your dress, exploring the supple skin of your thighs. It’s not long before his hands find your ass, squeezing and groping as moan into his mouth.

A sharp slap to your ass makes you yelp, pulling away for just a second before Eren’s hand is on the back of your neck, guiding you into a kiss again. You moan again, louder, when his teeth bite down on your lip just a little bit, when Eren finally pulls away.

“Can’t be too loud, remember, sweetheart? Daddy’s busy upstairs,” he says, somehow knowing exactly what would rile you up. The words act like a little shock running through your system, making you even more eager for Eren’s touch.

“Don’t care-!” you mewl, head going fuzzy when you feel Eren’s hard cock grind against your core, waves of pleasure rushing through your body. You’re still, Eren’s hand coming up to cover your mouth as he continues his rocking movement, making you moan against his hand.

Your eyes roll back when Eren increases his speed, and it’s silly, how the barely-there contact is making you shake, the coil in your stomach tense and unwinding, when Eren stops completely.

You whine loudly, muffled some by his hand, but not entirely, causing Eren to spank you again.

“I thought you were a good girl, hm? Don’t get bratty on me now,” he says, though he thinks it went in one ear and out the other as you come down from your incomplete high.

“I want-I want you, Uncle Eren, now-!” Another whine, another spank. You cry out again, until the fourth slap—which leaves your ass sore already from Eren’s heavy-handedness—silences you.

“Sweetheart, stop misbehaving or you’re not gonna get anything, okay?” he coos, fingers finding your chin and directing your face to look him in the eyes. They’re lust-blown too, and his hardness is still evident underneath your body, but your body’s inclined to follow his rules, despite how badly you want to cum.

“Yes, Uncle Eren,” you say softly, your squirming body finally stopping. Eren’s fingers find their way to the thin straps of your sundress, pulling them until they rest on your shoulder and expose your neck and collar to him.

“Tell me something, baby, did you wear this for me? Or for him?” The very mention of Zeke makes your body stiffen, but you’re still desperate for more and eager to please Uncle Eren.

“For you,” you mumble, wanting to just bury your head in the crook of Eren’s neck and feel him inside you, though you know you won’t get what you want that easily.

“Me? I’m so honored,” he says, letting out a laugh at how your body shakes in anticipation but you stay completely still. He wonders if Zeke had to teach you to be this obedient, or if it just comes to you naturally.

He thinks it’s the latter when he rolls his hips quickly, watching you squirm and bite your lip hard to keep quiet, another rush of pleasure coursing through you, though it’s not nearly enough.

“It’s okay, baby, you’ve been good enough to me, haven’t you?” he asks, and you nod your head quickly. “You deserve to feel good, don’t you?” You nod again and let out a shaky breath when Eren moves your hips with his hands, finally giving you the much-needed pressure on your clit.

“Why don’t you cum for me, baby, just like this? Mmh?” You’re letting out little squeals at each contact, hips moving faster and faster as Eren lays back and lets you use his cock as a toy to grind against. His head falls back at how good it feels, though he won’t let himself cum until he’s inside you.

You’re close again, stomach tensing again and that familiar feeling gathering inside your chest, making you feel warm all over as you speed up.

The breaking point is when Eren’s hands come to your chest, pulling down your dress and exposing your tits to the cool air. His fingers pinch one while his mouth finds the other, and suddenly you can’t keep quiet no matter how hard you try, moans spilling out your mouth as well as repeated cries of Uncle Eren, that sound sweet as sugar to Eren.

It’s when Eren starts bucking his hips up too, that you finally cum, a bolt of pleasure running through your entire body as he keeps going. You’re not entirely sure what kind of noises you’re making—everything seems to be muted and fuzzy as repeated shocks make you shake, Eren’s firm grip on your tits being the only thing that’s grounding you.

When you finally come down, forcing yourself away from Eren’s lap and legs pressed tightly together to calm your oversensitive cunt, there’s a lecherous look in Eren’s eyes. It’s screaming to you, silently, how he’s not done with you yet.

“Aw, baby, look how fast you came just from a little bit of humping. Are you that desperate, bunny? Is Daddy not taking care of you?”

Your face feels like it might be on fire, blood and heat rushing at the same time and burning quickly with shame at the realization that Eren knew all along, that he’s been playing this little game with you since his arrival and you never, not once, had the upper hand.

He feels more predatory than ever before, spreading your legs despite how your legs ache and your core is burning—even if you wanted more, you don’t think you could take it—but it doesn’t seem like Eren cares.

“U-uncle Eren, we shouldn’t- h-he might-” you start, but are cut off as Eren presses a finger to your lips.

“Sweetheart, isn’t that a little unfair? If you get to cum, and I don’t? Be a good girl and spread for me,” he says, and you feel your body comply automatically.

Your back’s on the couch now, Eren hovering over you. All it would take is a few steps in this direction after coming down the stairs for someone to find you, but you can hardly care when Eren’s shoving your dress up, exposing your panties and shoving them to the side, your wetness on display for him.

“One day, baby, when Daddy’s not here, I’m gonna fuck you stupid with my tongue—just not today,” and the words go straight to your head. Your heart thuds uncomfortably in your chest every time he mentions Zeke, a sense of guilt washing over you and replacing the pleasure you feel, but you forget all about it when you see Eren undos his pants and take out his hardened cock.

It’s plainly wrong to compare it to Zeke’s, and though it might not be longer, it’s definitely thicker, not as pretty but covered in throbbing veins that you can’t even imagine feeling inside you.

Eren’s about to grant your wish, running his cockhead over your sensitive clit once, twice, and just as you're expecting a third, he pushes inside of you.

A strangled, loud moan escapes your lips before he can cover your mouth again. It’s agonizing, not being able to make a sound as your step-uncle fucks you into the couch, movements picking up and a steady pace filling the room with obscene noises. You can’t see where the two of you are connected, since your eyes are locked with Eren’s pretty green ones, but you know you’re making a mess.

It’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before, every thrust stretching you out, you think he’s ruined your cunt for anyone else—but that’s exactly what he wants.

It’s silent, save for the heavy patter of Eren’s balls against your ass with each thrust, the sound of his hips knocking with yours. He’s trying to keep his grunts silent, but it’s getting harder and harder with the way you’re clenching around him, so tight and wet and soft, he wonders what his brother did to deserve someone like you—he wonders why he doesn’t spend every minute inside you.

Your sensitive cunt tightens around him, knowing only another few strokes and grazes on your clit will be enough to tip you into your second orgasm. Your shaky hand finds Eren’s, pulling his wrist away from your face and meeting his lips again, releasing muffled moans into his mouth.

You know he’s close too, from the way his pace picks up, and you pull away just for a second, just to say three words.

“Please, Uncle Eren.”

And it’s enough to make his hips stutter, enough to uncoil the knot in your tense stomach and have your orgasm washing over you, as you feel Eren fill your cunt with his hot cum. Your lips are on each other, the lewd squelching of his slowing thrusts matching the small squeaks you release, until he finally pulls out and your panties snap back over your leaking cunt.

It’s hard to catch your breath, from your position laying down, feeling your tight hole throb and Eren’s cum spill out, probably onto the sofa seat. You adjust the top of your dress, covering your tits and pulling one strap up. When you’re fixing the skirt, you feel Eren’s hands pull the other strap onto your shoulder, hands lingering on your exposed skin.

You shy away from looking at him, despite how his cum is still inside you. It feels too intimate, almost, because a part of you thinks you were taken advantage of, and another part of you doesn’t ever want Eren to leave you.

Eren’s fingers find your chin, forcing you to look up and meet his gaze. You blink quickly, licking your swollen lips and biting the inside of your cheek nervously.

Neither of you speak, though you know what’s lingering in the air. You can tell he’s gotten what he wanted, and he’s going to leave, and yet you can’t stop yourself from speaking first, throat scratchy and dry and your words nothing more than a whisper.

“C-can I… did you- did you mean all those things you said? Before?”

And suddenly Eren understands everything, why you’re this way, why you need to be validated so badly, why his brother’s such a good match for you. He thinks he’d sacrifice anything too, like his marriage and a new life, just to make you happy.

“Of course I did, sweetheart. I meant every word of it.”

“Really?” There’s a soft smile on your lips, your eyes watery and he thinks it doesn’t have anything to do with how hard he fucked you.

“Yeah, I-”

“Well, what do we have here?” Zeke’s voice comes from behind you.

[raineydays411]

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 Summary: A dad is supposed to be your rock. Someone you can go to when times are hard. Someone whos supposed to protect you. WHat happens when your dad doesn’t fit the bill, and Tony does?

A/n: Hello yall! So this story hit really close to home for me lmao. It was mentioned that there aren’t any good dad/step dad Tony fics so I hope you like it. Everyone thank @alphaandromedae97 and an anon for this fic. 

Hope yall enjoy!

Your life was complicated. 

How can it not be when Tony “billionaire playboy” Stark is your step dad. 

Yes you read that right, step dad. It’s funny really, turns out he has a thing for waitresses that aren’t interested in him at first. That waitress being your mom.

They met when she was working a shift at the restaurant she works at, and he came in with Avengers. He expected her to fall at their feet like everyone else did, but she just scoffed and asked for their order. Pretty epic. 

Then one long montage later, and they ended up getting married. You were happy for your mom, of course. Deep down, Tony is a good man and you knew he’d do anything for your mom. And he’s always been nice to you, making sure you were okay with him proposing and then you moving upstate with him and your mom. He always made sure you felt included, maybe a little too much. He actually took interest in your life, which you’ll always appreciate. 

But you were a total daddy's girl by heart. You always felt like you had a close relationship with your biological father. He was a good dad, he took you out to movies, went to recitals, and always made sure to take you to the father-daughter dance your school district put on every year. It was your tradition. But after your parents divorced a few years ago, it seemed like he was getting more and more distant from you. He stopped calling as much, would skip out on your days to visit him and when you did visit, he’d lock himself in his office, claiming he had to finish some paperwork. It broke your heart, knowing that a man you were so close with, seems to be detaching himself from your life. But, in his defence he always managed to take you to the father-daughter dance. He always did. No matter how long the both of you went without seeing each other, no matter how long you haven’t spoken, he always made sure to take you. 

That act alone, reassured you that he did still love you. He was just busy. In fact, you were getting ready to go to the final father-daughter dance, as you were going to graduate this year and therefore you would be too old to attend the next year. This year was especially important to you. You wanted this night to be perfect. 

And you were positive your father would pull through as he has the past years.

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You were filled with excitement as you tried on multiple different dresses. You always liked this part of getting ready, the dress shopping. 

The confidence you feel when you finally found the right dress. The happy feeling you and your mother had, browsing through the dress shop downtown. Tony offered to buy you a custom designer dress, but you couldn’t accept. This was the shop you’ve been going to since you were a little girl, since you went to your very first dance with your dad. Call it nostalgia or tradition, but you couldn’t shop anywhere else. 

“ Hey ma! I think I found the one.” You shout from the dressing room, finally finding your dress after hours of searching. 

“Come out here and let’s see bug” She replies from where shes seated. You take a deep breath, soothing the wrinkles on the dress and walking outside. Your mother gasps as she see the gown. It was beautiful really. It was a glittery, lilac purple floor length dress with spaghetti straps. And it even had pockets! You were absolutely obsessed. Plus, you could probably use it as a prom dress if you really wanted to.

“Oh baby...you look so beautiful...” You mom says, tearing for the millionth time. 

“Ma, are you crying again?!” You laugh, “ Come on, that's the fifth time you’ve cried since we’ve been in the store!”

She laughs with you, sniffling as she wipes her tears,” I’m sorry, but you’re getting so big, it feels like it was only yesterday we were walking in this shop to get your first dress...and now...” She starts to cry again.

You smile softly, understanding what your mom was saying. You were in kindergarten when you first started attending these meetings, now you’re a senior in highschool. 

“Alright, no more crying. It’s a happy day for you. Has your father called texted you when he was going to come pick you up?” Your mom asked wiping her tears.

You frown, “ No, I haven;’t hear from him since two weeks ago when he said he wanted to get lunch.”

You can see your mom roll her eyes in the mirror, “ Mom he’s just busy. I’m sure he’ll call when he can.”

“Oh sure, I just hate that he doesn’t answer you fast enough.”

“I know ma, but he has work” You argue, “ He calls when he can, and that's okay.”

Your mom sighs, knowing that you were stubborn when it comes to your father. 

“ Well, let’s get this wrapped, Tony wants to get lunch and we need to convince him to get something other than shawarma.” 

You roll your eyes, “ God, what’s with that man and shawarma. It’s like his life line or something”

“I know!”

After the two of you buy the dress, you pick up Tony from the HQ. You loved the drive up there,mainly because of the scenery, but also cause you can see Cap running laps outside.

“Hell my love, hey kiddo” Tony greets switching seats with your mom.

‘Hey T” You greet, smiling at the man. 

“Did you find the dress?” He asks, driving away from his place of work and to a restaurant. 

“Yeah! It’s like the one I told you I wanted. I was surprised it was there to be honest.” You reply, “ Mom practically dehydrated herself shopping though.”

“Oh? How many times did she cry this time? Cause she was crying earlier when she was getting read-- OW! Hey I’m driving” He exclaims as your mom swats his arm.

You giggle at their antics, chest warming with the sight of your mom happy again.

“She cried five times while we were shopping. Five!”

“Five? I didn’t know the human body had that much water.”

The two of you chuckled as your mom made an offended noise.

“I hate that the two of you get on so well.” She pouts, “ And excuse me if I’m a little sad my baby is growing up so fast.”

You tune out the rest of their conversation as your phone buzzes. 

Dad

Hey kid, I’m gonna have to meet you at the school tomorrow. I have a meeting that’s gonna run late.

You

Okay daddy, I’ll see you there <3

You frown, your dad always managed to pick you up from the house. He used to take you to eat before the dance. And he always used to take the day off, devoting his time to you.

“ Uh oh, someone's frowning back there.” Tony remarks, “ What’s wrong kiddo, did a character off that show you like die/”

“Uh no, ma do you think you can drop me off at the dance tomorrow? Dad said he has a late meeting and won’t be able to pick me up.”

Your mother makes eye contact with Tony. They both know how your father has been flaking on you and how it breaks your heart that he does. It makes Tony especially mad because it remind him of his childhood. How his father really didn’t pay attention to him unless he was criticizing  his life choices.

“ Hey y/n, I can drop you off if you want.” Tony offers, “ I really don’t mind.”

You smile, “Thanks T.” 

“No problem kid.”

And with that he pulls into the restaurant parking lot. 

As your family is seated, you take a quick look around the restaurant, wanting to see the reactions of the patrons when they realize Tony Stark is in the building. But as you do, you see a man who looks very familiar. But before you can take a closer look your mom interrupts you.

“Y/n, you know it's rude to stare.”

“Oh sorry mom.” 

So you take a seat and continue with your meal. You tune out your mother and Tony’s conversation as you can’t take your mind off of that man. You take a quick glance back while your parents discuss the dessert menu.

That’s when you realize that the man was your father!

You stand up from the table and make your way towards the man. Surprised to see him there because as far as you know, he’s supposed to be in a meeting right now.

“Daddy?” You ask cautiously. The man tenses up before turning to you.

“Y/n? Honey what are you doing here?” You notice he doesn’t make an attempt to get up and hug you. 

And you also notice the second plate of food across from him and a napkin stained with what looked like lipstick.

“Um, T and Ma wanted to grab dinner.. I thought you were at a meeting?”

“This is a five star restaurant, and you just stopped in?” He asks ignoring your question, “ Of course Stark did..”

You wanted to roll your eyes. Everytime your mother was even close to being happy, your dad always found something wrong with the person she was with. But he seemed to have a strong disliking towards Tony for some reason.

“Um right...So you told me you were in a meeting? That’s why I couldn’t come over after dress shopping?”

“Right! A meeting...I’m currently in right now.” He says quickly looking towards the women's bathroom, “ You should go back to your table hon, my boss is really strict”

“Oh right, sorry” You say dejected, “ I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” your dad says with a soft smile, “ I love you Bug.”

You smile at the nickname your parents gave you, “ I love you too pop.” 

And with that you walk off, back to your mother and Tony. You can see they’re trying to hide the fact that they were watching by covering their face with the dessert menus.

“Oh here you are, we got you a tiramisu” Tony says nonchalantly, pushing the dessert towards you.

“Uh huh” You hummed teasingly, “ Dad says hi by the way.” 

“ Oh does he now?” You mom said not convinced, “ That’s nice of him.”

You hummed, mouthful of cake signaling that you were done with the conversation. Your family finished up their meals and signaled for the check. As you were walking out the restaurant, you turned to say goodbye to your dad, only to see his “boss” was back from the restroom.

Only this boss was a 5′3, brunette bombshell in a tight red dress and having her neck kissed by the man you call your father. 

Your stomach felt sick.

“Oh gross, I really didn’t need to see that.” You mutter catching the attention of Tony who was behind you. 

“See what kid?” He asks following your gaze, “Oh. Yikes is that even allowed? I didn’t know your dad was a vampire.”

You snort, “ Oh god T, that's disgusting.” 

He just laughs and pats your head, “ Come on, lets go before your mom yells at us.”

You smile, but you wondered why your dad didn’t tell you that he was on a date. Or that he was even seeing someone?

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Thoughts of your fathers secrets where wiped from your brain as you scrambled to get ready for the dance the next day.

Tony surprised you and your mom with a mani-pedi day at 10am and a hair appointment for you at 1pm. After you had to get shoes for your dress at the mall and then be home by 5pm to get your dress and makeup on, take pictures, and then be out the door by 7pm to take pictures with your dad, then finally be at the dance by 8pm when doors open. 

The whole day you were messaging your dad about how excited you are, getting similar replays back. He pays for you shoes and complements your hair. 

Your heart swells as you think about how hard it was in the beginning of the divorce. But your father always tried his best to spend time with you and made sure you knew he loved you.  

It was hard on you at first, but you appreciate that he tried for you. The fact that he’s been taking you to this dance since you were a little girl is proof enough. You were a little sentimental, this was your last dance after all. 

You smiled looking at yourself in the mirror. You looked beautiful in your dress. Your makeup was done to perfection and you had gotten a silk press in your hair. You felt like a princess.  You heard your mom sniffle.

“Mom, again?” You laugh,turning to face her.

“I’m sorry! You just look so beautiful!” she says with a sad smile, “ God, you grew up so fast bug” 

You roll your eyes, but feel the tears spring to your eyes as well, “ Ma! Stop I can’t ruin my make up” 

You both laugh as you fan your eyes

“You ready?” She asks, “ Tony’s waiting for you in the living room.”

You nod, gathering your things and walking out the door. You let your mom walk down the stairs first. You can hear Tony and you assume Happy in the living room. You finally make it down the stairs. It turns out it was Tony, Happy, and Peter Parker. Your mom was chatting with them and they all had their back turned to you. 

“Ahem.” You clear your throat, catching their attention.

You see Peter stiffen as he gazes at you and mutters a soft “Wow”

You blush, what can you say he’s a cutie.

 Happy gives you a comforting smile.

 And Tony?

He has a soft look on his face, “ Jeez kid, you clean up well.” 

You laugh, “ Better than you old man, what's up with the pants?”

He had on Iron Man pj pants.

“Oh hush.” He laughs, “ You look beautiful kiddo.” 

You look down with a grin.

“Oh pose for some pictures!” You mom says excitedly, “ Go Y/n, by your self first and then with me. Then with Tony.”

You sigh, knowing how long it was gonna take.  

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Finally after three million pictures, your mom and Tony drove you to the school.

“Okay bug, is your dad here?” Your mom asks looking around at the group. 

“Yeah! He should be inside.” You say kissing your mom goodbye and waving to Tony. You show the ticket and waltz in the gym. 

You smile and wave at classmates and parents. These people you’ve known since you were a child and who knew you. You finally got to the table you always sat at woth your dad. 

It was empty.

You frown and look at your phone.

Me

On my way pop!

It said the message was read.

“He must be on  driving” You think to yourself as you sat at the table.

But then twenty minutes passed. Then an hour. then two

You were still there, waiting for your dad to come. You sent five messages and they all remained unopened. 

You looked around the gym, seeing a few parents looking at you with pity in their eyes. You can barely stand it.

You got up and went to the restroom, trying not to cry. and in the restroom you tried calling you father, but you were sent to voicemail. The you finally got a message. 

Dad

“I’m so sorry bug, I can’t make it to the dance. I have a meeting today. :(”

You felt dejected. Humiliated. 

Your father has rearranged visitation days, skipped out on little crimonied and rectitals you’ve had, but this by far was the most disappointing thing he has done. 

He promised multiple times that he’d be here. Never has he ever skipped out on the dance before.  ANd he knew how important this was to you. Thi was your last dance, and he ruined it. 

You let yourself cry. You sobbed as you realized that your father has been distancing himself from you. That your relationship hasn’t been okay for a while. And you just didn’t want to let go.

You sigh as you realize you’ve been in the restroom for a while. You stand up and look at your face. Despite the red eyes and slightly red nose, your make up was pretty much intact.

“Huh at least my setting spray hasn’t let me down.” You say to your self. After a few mintues of calming down, you walk out of the restroom and bump into a figure. 

“Sorry” you mutter about to pass the person. 

“Gee you took a while in there, I told you not to get that coffee kid.” 

You quickly look up and se Tony.

Dressed in a suit, flowers in hand.

“Hey kid.” He says softly

“what..what are you doing here?” You whisper, tears filling your eyes again.

“Well apparently you need an rent a dad, and I happened to be in the neighborhood.” He jokes, then says, “ I’m sorry your dad didn’t come kiddo, and I know I’m not him, and quite frankly I’m glad I’m not. But I do love you like you’re my own, and well...yeah here I am.”

You stay quiet, looking at Tony in wonder. Touched that he did this for you.

“Of course if you just want to leave then we can just get out of here” He rambles nervously, “ But you gotta tell me kid cause I’m kinda freaking out.”

“Can we get ice cream after?” You ask him

“What?”

“After the dance, we should go get ice cream.” 

“Uh sure?” Tony says, “So what do you usually do at these things?” 

You laugh and steer him to the tables where they have all the activities at. You actually have more fun with him than you had recently wit your dad. Tony is definitely more competitive than your father and treats every game as a challenge. Not like something he’s humoring just for his kid. He celebrates with you instead of telling you to calm down. He chats with the adults, is nice to the kids, and does the goofy dances with you. Seeing Iron Man do the chicken dance is something you didn’t know you needed till now. He managed to turn this horrible night to one of the best ones you’ve had in quite a while. 

Finally the father daughter dance started to signal the end of the dance. Tony bowed dramatically and said in a horrible british accent, “ Lady Y/n?”

You laugh and make your way to the dance floor. You’re both quiet for a bit, snorting at how serious the other dads and their daughters look.

“Hey T?” You say softly, looking at the ground.

“Yeah kid?” 

“Thank you. It’s nice to know that one of my dad's isn’t a total asshole.” You say. knowing that this is the first time you referred to Tony as your dad.

His eyes get misty as he clears his throat,

“Anytime, bug”

[darkmulti]

(Yandere and non con warning)

Def not the only one who wants a 18th century h.c of possessive and controlling, husband!Jungkook x forced wife!reader. Jungkook gets jealous after witnessing another man asking you out and when you come back home at night, he breeds you. Please make it rough and non con. Thank you❤️‍🔥

-> you’re definitely not the only one. I can assure you that I’ve thought about this too many times😫

⚠️: NON CON, YANDERE!JUNGKOOK, Squirting/piss play, Physically, mental and emotional abuse, spit play,

-> sorry for any mistakes

Your parents owned a local bakery store

All the recipes were from your late grandmother

You spent almost all of your time there because you were in charge of everything

The store was under your parents’ name but you were the one running it

Sometimes, you even slept there because it’d be too late to walk home

Your dedication to the bakery made it successful

Although, you were the one doing all the work, you parents took all the credit and money

They weren’t paying you because you’re their child

They don’t need to pay you

“It’s a women’s place.” Your father said

You wanted to go back to school however, your parents laughed in your face

“School aren’t for girls, Y/N. Learn how to cook and clean. That’s all you need to know. Let the men handle everything else.”

You were tired of fighting with them and eventually stopped because they threatened to set you up in an arrange marriage

Now, it was just you and the bakery

You had many loyal customers and recently, one has been coming everyday, at the same time

He’d always buy a loaf of banana bread and if he was in a good mood, a blueberry muffin as well

Then, he’d sit in the corner table and eat two - three slices before getting up and leaving

He’d always leave a tip behind and you always kept it for yourself

One day, he didn’t come and you were surprised

For a year straight, he came and bought the same two things

Now, he hasn’t visited in 4 days

Tonight, you came back home for the first time in a while

Your parents had visited the bakery to collect “their” earnings and told you that you have to go somewhere with them that evening

After closing up and cleaning up, you went home and got ready

Your parents were taking you out for dinner as a treat for all your hard work

You were really excited because they were finally acknowledging your hard work

Once you arrived at the restaurant, your parents lead you to a table that already had three people seated

You immediately recognize one of them

It’s that guy who buys your banana loaf!

You sat in front of him while your parents greeted the two other strangers

“Oh, so this is your daughter? She’s gorgeous! Come here and give me a hug.”

You awkwardly chuckled and got up to hug the middle aged women

“Oh! Where are my manners? My name is Jeon F/N, this is my husband, Jeon F/N and this is our son, Jeon Jungkook. We’re your soon to be in laws!”

You heart dropped to the floor

“I-in laws?” You asked, confused

“Yeah, honey. Is this your first time hearing about this? We’ve been talking to your parents for a while now.”

You snapped your head towards you parents and they looked emotionless

“No, no they didn’t tell me anything.”

Dinner with them was hell

Your parents were talking about your wedding arrangements right in front of you

You didn’t know what to do

You wanted to rebel but then your parents would disown you

Just like that, you’d be homeless with little money to survive

In the end, you’d be paying the heavy price

You looked at Jungkook who was staring at you the whole time

You wondered if he knew about this

Maybe, that’s why he came to the bakery everyday

“Did you know anything about this?” You said loud enough for him to hear

“I did.”

“For how long?”

“Since last year.”

You eyes widen, in shock

You were right!

“Why didn’t you stop it?”

“Why would I stop it when I’m the one who wants it?”

You scrunch your eyebrows, in confusion

“What’re you talking about?”

“Since the first day I met you, I wanted to marry you. I told my parents and now, we’re getting married.”

Now, you were mad

You got up and stormed off, catching everyone’s attention

You walked to the bakery and locked yourself in

Here, you thought your parents were acknowledging you for first time, when they were actually setting you up for a marriage so they don’t have to take care of you

You cried yourself to sleep that night

The next couple of weeks, the bakery was closed due to your wedding

The wedding was spectacular

You would’ve love it if you weren’t being forced into a marriage

After the wedding, Jungkook took your precious virginity

He made sure to pleasure you until you passed out

He was so in love with you

Now, he was finally able to show you how much he loved you

And mark you as his

The next couple of months, he was attached to you

He took over his family’s business and you took over your family’s business

He’d visit you every day at work to check if you’re with another man

He was so paranoid about it, sometimes he’d come by 3 or 4 times to make sure you were not cheating

You thought he missed you and that’s why he kept stopping by (which is half true) however, you had no idea that he was possessive and controlling

You had to learn the hard way

Sometimes, you wouldn’t leave work until midnight

You had so much things to do like preparing for the next day, making a to-do list, making a grocery lists, and cleaning every area of the shop

It’s time consuming, so obviously you finish up pretty late

Jungkook absolutely hates that

Although you stay late in the shop once in a while, he can’t stand it

He wants you to be in his arms every night

Jungkook gets angry when you’re not

This was your fourth time staying out late in the shop and he’s had enough

He couldn’t help but feel paranoid about what you were actually doing in the shop

What if you lied and went on a date with another man?

What if you were running away from him?

Or even worse, what if you were having sex with another guy?

He raced to the bakery and banged on the door, which scared you

You saw that it was him and let him in

“W-what’s wrong?! You scared me!”

“Grab your stuff, we’re going home.”

“But I’m not done yet! I only have a couple more things to do and then I’ll come home. I told you already-”

“I don’t think you fucking heard me!” He yelled and grabbed your hair

“Grab your shit, we are leaving right now.”

He pushed you towards the counter and crossed his arms

You let your breath out in shock but scurry to get your stuff

You’ve never seen him like this and it terrified you

“I have my stuff.”

“Good, let’s go.”

He helped you lock the door and wrapped his arm around your waist

The walk home was silent

You were scared shitless

All you wanted to do was run back into your parents’ house

But he didn’t let you move an inch away from him

Once you got home, he started pushing you around and arguing some more

“Jungkook, I told you this afternoon when you came to visit! I said I have to stay late so I don’t have to stress myself out in the morning!”

“Don’t fucking lie to me! Who were you fucking seeing?!” He screamed, frightening you more

“No one! I swear, no one!” You whimpered

He corned you into your shared room and locked the door

“Jungkook, I swear! Nothing happened!”

He didn’t believe a single word coming out of your mouth

It was like you were talking to a wall

He pushed you onto the bed and stripped you naked

Jungkook pushed two fingers into your cunt and pretended to scoop out cum

“If nothing happened, why is your cunt full of cum?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about! I didn’t have sex with anyone!”

You weren’t very educated about sex, so Jungkook had an advantage

You began apologizing even though you didn’t have sex with anyone

You just wanted peace between you two

“I’m sorry! I didn’t cheat or anything, but I’m sorry if it hurt you! I really am!”

Jungkook slapped you and spat on your face

“Dirty slut. Telling me that you’re not cheating but still apologizing.”

“No! Please, I didn’t do anything!”

Jungkook pulled his cock out and shoved it in without warning

You were still new to sex so when he didn’t let you adjust, you automatically started screaming and crying

“Please, slower!” You cried, holding onto his biceps as he went faster and deeper

“Stop! Please!”

Jungkook loved the sound of his balls clapping against your ass

It honestly made him harder

All night, he was on top, fucking you hard

Your legs were spread apart, tears in your eyes and sweat dripping down your forehead

You looked like a hot mess

And he loved every second of it

“Mmh- Jungkook!”

You squirted around him and had a trembling orgasm

You couldn’t stop releasing your liquids on him and he couldn’t stop pounding you

The bed sheet was soaked by the end of it

He pushed his cock deep inside and came

After Jungkook fell asleep, you cried for while

How were you supposed to tolerate him for the rest of your life?

The next morning

You woke up in severe pain

You lower region was begging for some pain relief

But there was nothing you could do about it

Jungkook was still sleeping next to you

You decided to leave before he wakes up

After getting ready by leaning on everything, you slowly walked to town

When you arrived at the bakery, you saw a big “for sale” sign

You panicked and went inside the store, only to be greeted by your parents

“Mother, father! Why is there a “for sale” sign on the bakery?”

You parents looked at each other in disappointment

“You see, we have to explain the obvious to your daughter. Be grateful that someone willingly married your idiot daughter.” Your father said before walking out

His words did hurt but you cared about the bakery more than your father

“Why’re you selling it, mother? Can you not afford it anymore? Why-”

“Shut up, Y/N! You’re married now, you have wifely duties. You don’t have time for this bakery so the best option is to sell it.”

Your world fell apart right before your eyes

“But mother-”

“Save it. You already made your father upset. I’m warning you now, you don’t want to get on my bad side.”

You cried the whole morning

After you opened the bakery, lots of people gathered in line

All breads, cakes and muffins were going on sale

After you served the people in line, you went up to the tables and took their order

After you served them, a regular customer who was sitting alone gestured you to come over

You went over to the man and asked him if he needed anything

He told you to take a seat and accompany him

Since the crowd died down, you sat down in front of him

“You look a bit stressed and sad. What’s on your mind?”

You were touched by his words

Finally, someone cared about you

You told him you were upset about the bakery closing

He understood and even offered money to help you keep it open

You were flattered but didn’t accept the money

“Money’s not a problem, my parents just don’t want to keep this shop open.”

You talked with this guy for a couple of hours

Although this was your first time talking to him, you talked to him like he was your best friend

When closing time came around, he got up and asked you out on a date

You didn’t know what to do

You were married but you really liked this guy

You were considering saying yes when someone pulled his shoulder back and punched him across the face

“Jungkook! What the hell is wrong with you?!”

“You think I didn’t see that?! I saw it all. I saw you flirting with my wife for three hours straight and then asking her out on a date!”

Jungkook beat the crap out of the guy and pushed him outside

He then came back in the store, looking at you with devil eyes

“Yesterday’s punishment clearly wasn’t enough.”

The entire way home, he was yelling at you, slapping you, spitting on you, pulling your hair, pushing you to the ground and choking you

You were crying the whole time, apologizing over and over

When you arrived home, he seriously had no mercy on you

No foreplay, no lube, no adjusting

Just a raw, thick cock being forced into you

You were begging him to let you go but tonight, nothing was going to stop him

He was moving his hips insanely fast, not giving you enough time to breathe

You were choking on your own sobs

“Jungkook, please no! I’m sorry!”

“Why did you hesitate to deny his offer? You are a married fucking women!” With each word a hard thrust followed, knocking all the air out of you

“Answer me! Is he better than me? Does he take care of you? Does he provide money for you? TELL ME!” He was yelling so loudly, it was making you cry harder

“N-no, he doesn’t. He was just the first person to care about me.” You whispered the last sentence but, Jungkook was able to make it out

“Are you saying that I don’t care about you?”

He got more aggressive and fastened his pace

“Tell me, Y/N! Do you think that I don’t care about you?!”

You couldn’t answer him because you couldn’t catch your breath

He was going too fast and you were crying so hard, you couldn’t breathe

Jungkook noticed how much you were struggling and added onto your struggle by holding your neck down

“Apologize, right now Jeon Y/N!”

You softly apologize but it wasn’t good enough for him

He lifted your legs a little, giving him better access and fucked you till you squirted

This time you sobbed your apology and begged for forgiveness

“I’m so sorry, Jungkook! It’ll never— ah! It’ll never happen again! I’m so sorry! Please for- forgive me for my dumb m-mistake. Please! I’m begging you.” You held onto the bed sheet, praying he would stop

He huskily growled and pushed his cock in deep

“For the next 9 months you’ll be swelling with my baby. Now, everyone can back off.”

He shot his hot cum right into you, filling you up to the rim

Sorry for any mistakes. It’s 3:41am 😄