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[enwrites]

Cloud Nine (p.sh)

parings: brother’s bff!sunghoon x afab!reader

warning: 18+ MDNI !! not proofread (sorry for mistakes)

genre/cw: smut, e2l, mutual masturbation, voyeurism, sunghoon is a creep kinda, brother’s best friend trope, spit play, oral (male receiving), pillow riding, degradation, size kink, strength play, choking, breeding, spanking, sunghoon is pretty mean to reader, one year age gap, jay is your brother (lmk if anything was missed!)

synopsis: You and Sunghoon have never gotten along. Ever. Constant bickering and fights to the point your brother is fed up as well. What no one knew was how badly you wanted Sunghoon spewing those same words to your face in your bed. What happens when he sees something he shouldn’t have seen?

wc: 3.6k words

a/n: hi hi !! this is my first ever fic on here !! pls let me know how this was and im happy to receive any feedback <3 a hee fic is currently in the works, i just had sunghoon brain rot so i needed to let this one out LOL (update: part two coming soon ;))

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From as long as you remember, you have always hated your brother’s best friend— Park Sunghoon. Nothing about him amused you and you especially hated the way he always seems to be at your house every weekend. You couldn’t escape him. From his annoying laugh to his stupid ego, you hated everything.

But you couldn’t help but be so attracted to him. Yes, he was annoying but man was he just everything in a package. Tall and gorgeous… not to mention his insanely fit body. You couldn’t help but wonder how big he’d be, hovering over your small frame. But everything disappears in an instant the moment you hear loud knocks on your door. 

“Y/n can you get that! It’s Sunghoon!” your brother Jay yells at you from the kitchen. The knocks persist as you stay put, pretending to ignore your older brother as it was his friend anyways. Why should you open the door for a monster? “Y/n please, I’ll make you something to eat too,” your brother begs you. With a loud groan you mutter a “fine” and drag yourself off the couch, heading to the door to open it. Before he could loudly bang on the door once more, you pull the door open. He looks at you with a disgusted face. 

“Ugh, did not wanna see your face at the door,” he spits, walking past you making sure to bump your shoulder with his. You slam the door shut giving an annoyed smile back at him.

“If you had forgotten, this has been my house forever, you’re lucky I even open the door for heathens like you,” you spit back, your voice laced with venom. He squints his eyes at you, sticking his tongue out as he makes his way towards the kitchen. “Jay, can you tell your annoying little sister to shut the hell up for once oh my god,” Sunghoon complained to Jay as he walked into the Kitchen.

“How about you both shut the hell up,” Jay annoyedly said rolling his eyes as he put the pizza he’s been working on in the oven. He was never fond of the both of you constantly barking at one another. He thought maybe he was insane for thinking he felt some sort of tension between the two of you. He loved you both but seriously wished he could sew both of your mouths together whenever he felt like it. 

“HE STARTED IT!” You yelled in protest. You crossed your arms as you stood at the kitchen doorway, Sunghoon sticking his tongue out at you once again before turning to Jay. 

“I don’t care who started it, can you both just give me a single day of peace!” Jay exclaims letting out a sigh. A migraine was surely going to form sooner or later for him. Before you both can protest, he ushers the both of you out so that he can finish making the pizzas with some sanity left. You both grumpily make your way to the couch and sit on opposite ends. To your surprise, at least your favorite show was playing when you got back to your seat on the couch. 

“This show is so stupid, I’m changing it,” Sunghoon says as he reaches for the remote on the coffee table. Before he could get it, you immediately jumped up and grabbed the remote first.

“NO. This is my favorite show and my house, I’m not letting you change anything,” you loudly said to him. But he wasn’t going to let you go easily. 

“I don’t give a flying fuck if this is your favorite show or not, I wanna watch something else,” He spits back. With that, he lunges at you towards the remote. You hurriedly crawl back to where you were, making sure he couldn’t take the remote away from you. 

“Sunghoon stop it,” You struggled to let out as he was enclosing you on the couch. Your breath starts to hitch the closer he gets to you. You could feel him breathing on you. He pins you beneath him, his arms longer than yours as he reaches for the remote you try to hold behind your head. Sunghoon didn’t realize how compromising of a position you both were in until he finally reached for the remote in your hands and looked down at you.

There you were, under him, staring back at him with your doe eyes, crop top hiked up just a bit to where your bra was showing. He didn’t realize how short your shorts really were until now. Eying you up and down, he licks his lips. His thoughts were interrupted with you trying to get him off of you. You have come to your senses and realized how turned on he had just made you, immediately trying to push him off. He just pins your arms down more, inching closer to your ear.

“Stupid girls like you don’t deserve to do things they wanna do,” he whispers. His hot breath sends tingles down your body and you swear you get a little wetter. You try to push him off once more but he doesn’t budge. “Are you going to apologize to me for being so annoying now?” he asks. He looks at you, finding it amusing the way you’re struggling under him right now. He can’t help but think how you’d look naked under him. Sunghoon has always had a thing for you.

“Apologize for what? For your mother raising a dickface, that's you?” you bite back, rolling your eyes at him. Before he could say anything, Jay yells from

in the kitchen the pizzas are done. Sunghoon loosens his grip which gives you the perfect opportunity to push him down and onto the floor, scurrying your way towards your brother. Sunghoon gets up shaking his head… this wasn’t over for him.

Hours passed since your little altercation with Sunghoon earlier in the living room. You couldn’t get him out of your head. Your mind was racing and it didn’t help that he wore his stupid gray sweatpants once again. Thinking about the way he pinned you down and whispered in your ear was enough to get you excited again. With that, you take your shorts and crop top off, leaving you in just your lace undergarments underneath. You just so happened to put on a white matching set— Sunghoon’s favorite color.

To the thought of Sunghoon, you lean back down onto your bed and start to rub small circles on your panty covered clit. It’s embarrassing how wet you already were just thinking about him. You rub just a bit more, sliding your fingers up and down your pussy, feeling the wetness that pooled down there. But this wasn’t enough. You were so desperate and in need of something to satisfy you. You sit up, grabbing the second pillow beside you, putting it beneath you. 

Folding it just a bit, you straddle it. Slowly grinding down onto the pillow under you, imagining yourself riding Sunghoon. You hump the pillow in desperation, trying to get off. You grind and grind, wishing Sunghoon’s cock filled you up instead. 

Unbeknownst to you, Jay had fallen asleep to the movie he and Sunghoon were watching. Realizing that his friend was asleep, he decided to make his way to find you, just to mess with you again. He always found it so cute how annoyed you’d get to his teasing. But today was different, he wanted more. If it weren’t for Jay, he swears he would’ve taken you on the couch right there and then. Making his way down the long hall towards your room, he notices a faint light coming from the small crack of your door. He carefully steps closer and to his surprise, the sight before him was nothing he ever expected to see in a million years.

There you were, on your bed, wearing nothing but a skimpy lace lingerie set, grinding down on a pillow so desperately. He watches you, making sure he stays as quiet as possible to not get caught. There you were, humping a pillow, your hips grinding over and over, letting out the cutest sounds he has ever heard. Did you know your door was a bit cracked? Who cares, he was enjoying the view. 

Sunghoon palms himself as he watches you, not wanting to even blink in fear of missing the show. He just couldn’t believe this was happening. Before the realization of him being a creep watching you pleasure yourself through the crack of your door, that’s when he hears it. You had moaned his name. His dick twitched in his pants, painfully hard and needing to be released.

“S-Sunghoon, you feel so good,” you moaned, increasing your speed on the pillow. He swore he was gonna explode right then and there. He had to have you. But he knew he had to punish you as well. He pushes the door open even more and to his surprise you hadn’t noticed yet. Hell, you haven’t even noticed the fact that he closed the door before him as well.

Loss in your trance, Sunghoon watched you just for a bit before making his move. He clears his throat to get your attention. Startled, you urgently grabbed your blanket to cover yourself, shocked to see Sunghoon in your room. There he looked at you with a smug smile painted on his face.

You swore you saw evil behind those eyes.

“Oh don’t stop now, I was enjoying my show,” he pouts, walking closer to you, standing in front of your bed. “Go on, I’m here now, isn’t that what you wanted?” he asked in a cheeky tone. Your face was red and embarrassment washed over you. You wanted to run away. You felt like a deer caught in the headlights. 

“I’m not gonna tell you again, go on, continue what you were doing,” he demanded, pulling your blanket off of you. You were at a loss for words. But something in you gave into him. You start to straddle the pillow again, grinding your pussy against it. Embarrassed, you tilt your head down, trying to avoid any eye contact. You can’t help but get so turned on as he watches you. You hump your pillow desperately letting out whines and moans, trying your best to not be too loud.

“Hoonie~,” You moaned loudly, humping your pillow as you grew wetter. You felt so dirty. You couldn’t believe this was happening right now. You felt like you were on cloud nine and he hasn’t even touched you yet.

Sunghoon smirks, he takes in the scene in front of him, he couldn’t take it anymore and slips his pants down, freeing his hard on. He starts to slowly stroke, watching you as you pleasure yourself. His tip was red and angry, leaking a bit of precum already. He wanted to see more of you. 

“Take your bra off,” he demands. You look up at him, shocked to see him pleasuring himself. The sight of his cock making your mouth water. He was huge. No way you can fit that in you, you don’t even think it’ll fit in your mouth. Nevertheless, you obliged and took your bra off, your boobs slowly falling out of the cups. Embarrassed, you try to cover yourself again. He takes his pants and boxers off right away, signaling for you to get closer to him. He needed to feel your mouth on him. 

“As much as I love to see you getting yourself off, I need your pretty little mouth on my cock right now,” he said, sitting down on the bed beside you. He pushes you off the bed and onto your knees right in front of him. Watching you carefully, he grabs a fistful of your hair and pushes your face against his cock. 

“Open wide,” he instructs, hand still in your hair. You reach your hand up to his shaft, opening your mouth to finally get a taste of him. His tip was already leaking. You put his tip in your mouth. He lets out low groans, guiding you as he grips onto your hair even more. As you expected, he definitely could not fit into your mouth. So using your hand that was on his shaft, you start to stroke him as you suck him off. Getting lost in the pleaser, he needed to be down your throat and that he was gonna do. 

“Hands behind your back now,” he firmly said, the tone of his voice catching you off guard but you obliged, your panties getting stickier as the seconds passed. You put your hands behind your back and he starts to buck his hips, his tip reaching further and further down your throat. The sound of him groaning fills the room immediately. You just prayed to the lord your brother was sound asleep. 

With his dick down your throat, you can’t help but feel so turned on. This was dirty, you’ve never deepthroat a dick in your life. Well dicks as big as Sunghoon’s. He watches you, making sure to keep eye contact.

“I’ve always known you were a little whore, but letting me fuck your little mouth while your brother’s asleep down the hall?” he grunts out, slamming his cock in and out of your mouth. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, taking in the pleasure. He felt as if he was in a dream. Your eyes teary as all you can let out are moans against his dick. Being too turned on, you snaked your hand from behind your back and into your panties. You attempt to rub your clit as he fucks into your mouth. Now it was your turn to close your eyes from the intense pleasure. Your moans intensify, catching Sunghoon’s attention.

There he saw you, touching yourself. As much as he enjoyed watching you get off, never did he allow you to pleasure yourself as you were pleasuring him. He forcefully tugs you by your hair and off his cock, shaking his head at you as if he was disappointed. You take this time to catch your breath, puzzled at why he suddenly stopped. He then pulls you up by your hair, making sure you were eye level with him. He takes his other hand and grabs your face, squishing your cheeks to make sure you were looking right into his eyes. Chills ran through your body.

“Did I say you can touch yourself?” he quietly asks, you can feel his breath on your face. You shake your head, looking pitiful in his eyes. “Did I say you can touch yourself?” he repeats, that venomous tone coming back to his voice. You were nervous. 

“N-No…,” you shakily said. Your breathing intensifies. Sunghoon lets out an almost evil laugh. “I guess this little slut needs a punishment.” 

With that, he tosses you onto the bed. With your backside up, he drags your body to the edge. Standing right behind you, your legs hanging off, he starts to caress your cheeks. Taking in the beauty of your backside, it took everything in him to not take you right there and then. 

“Take your panties off,” he demands. You angle your butt up just a bit and reach behind you, slowly pulling them down, making sure he sees everything. He was watching you as if you were his prey and he was about to get ready to feast on a meal. The glistening sheen of your arousal stares back at him as you fully remove your panties. He couldn’t wait to have you. He makes his way closer to you, one hand on your ass and the other sliding up and down your folds. You were soaking, practically dripping down your legs.

“Please… touch me Hoonie…,” you softly spoke, the lack of physical action killing you on the inside. Still painfully hard and turned on, he swore he was going to explode right there, hearing your soft voice begging for him to touch you. Before you could speak up again, he spanks you. Caught off guard, you let out a yelp, the action turning you on even more. And then again, a spank lands onto your cheeks. His other hand’s still feeling your wetness, teasing you in an agonizing way. “I wanna hear you beg.”

You shiver a bit as his voice drops even lower than before. You couldn’t believe you were letting him do this to you in the first place. Feeling a sense of pride wash over, you were getting a bit fed up and were about to protest until yet another slap landed onto your cheek. This time harder than the previous two. 

“I said– beg,” he leaned down and whispered in your ear. You gulp, feeling trapped beneath him. 

“Hoonie please… need you so bad,” every sense of pride and dignity was thrown out the window as you let those words out of your mouth. “Sorry I can’t hear you. What did you say?” he snickers back, egging you on. With one hand now on your waist and the other rubbing his tip up and down your slick folds, he needed to hear you say it one more time. Too horny to even fight back, you crumbled beneath him, just wanting his cock in you as soon as possible. 

“Sunghoon please fuck me already, I need your cock in me right now!” you loudly said, he leans back down and into your ear he whispers a “good girl.” He pushes his tip into you, already feeling like your pussy was sucking him in. You both let out a moan. He felt so big in you and it was just the tip. 

“S-So… big …,” you muttered. He chuckles. “It’s just the tip baby, can’t handle my cock already?” he presses. You shake your head letting out a tiny squeal and he enters you even more. Fully into you, you felt as if you were being stretched out to the max, no way could you handle this. Yet your pussy was craving more.

Sunghoon couldn't handle it, without giving you any proper time to adjust, he starts stroking into you. Grabbing onto your waist with both of his hands, he fucks you hard on the edge of the bed. Seeing your small frame beneath him and the way your body was just engulfed by his hands, he gets even more turned on.

“So fucking tight Y/n, so fucking wet and all for me– is that right doll?” he grunts out as he slams his cock into you, trying his hardest not to cum. But your cute little moans were making it so hard for him, he felt so lost in the pleasure. 

“Y-Yes all y-yours Hoonie~,” you moan loudly, not a single worry in your body. Just you and Sunghoon. He couldn’t take it anymore, he had to see your face. In a swift second, Sunghoon flips you over, still standing at the edge of the bed, he puts your legs over his shoulders as he pumps deeper into you. Fucking you into your bed, he leans down, grabbing your face he pulls you into a heated kiss. Your lips mesh together like they’ve been dying for this moment all their lives. He reaches down to your neck, giving it a small squeeze, startled, you open your mouth which gives him access to stick his tongue. Your tongues dance with one other, Sunghoon starting to feel drunk off of you. After what felt like forever, he pulls back, hand on your jaw, holding your mouth open. He spits in it. You let out a loud whiny moan, feeling more aroused than ever before in your life. You instantly swallow, making him lose his mind. 

“You’re such a filthy little slut, swallowing my spit, letting me fuck you like this, is this what you wanted– huh?” He speaks to you, all you could get out were little yelps of “yes.” With your arms snaked around his neck, he pushes your legs off from his shoulders, shocking you he lifts you up off the bed and starts to pound into you harder and harder. You knew Sunghoon was fit but you didn’t know he was that fit. Taking you by surprise with this new angle, he holds you up as he fucks you hard, his pace increasing. You start to feel a knot in your stomach form, getting so close to your climax. Your pussy clenching around him, so tight and pulsating, he knew he was getting close as well. Room filled entirely of moans, skin slapping, and the smell of sex, you needed him to fill you up.

Before you knew it, with one hard pump, you screamed, cumming all over his cock. Overstimulated, he sets you back down onto the bed, helping you ride out your orgasm as he was soon to reach his. The feeling of your wetness and your cum all mixed into one was enough for him to unload right into you. With a few more strokes, he releases, holding onto your body as he rides out his own climax, pumping his seed into you. You felt so full and exhausted. He carefully pulls out, watching as his cum spills out from your pussy. It was a sight he never wanted to forget. He quickly grabs his phone to capture the moment, fingering his load that was spilling out of you back into your hole. You couldn’t help but blush, feeling a bit embarrassed. Sunghoon lays beside you, as he trails kisses along your neck. 

“Fuck– you’re all mine,” he said against your neck. Before any realization could hit the both of you as to what you guys just did with one another, the distinct sound of buzzing came from both of your phones. Your faces went pale.

*Jay added Y/n and Sunghoon to a group.*

Jay: You guys are fucking disgusting.

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[taintedcigs]

✦ SOMETHING LIKE THIS | eddie m. x reader ✦

wc: 6.3k+

pairing: eddie munson x f!reader

warnings: nothing rlly, partying, drinking, kissing, fluffy fluff, angsty if u squint!, high mention?, drinking games!!, truth or dare bc im such a cliche <3

summary: a truth or dare game with eddie reveals some truths between the two of you.

authors note: omg i feel like i haven't posted in forever and this so LONGG and if u can guess which show i was heavily inspired by when i wrote the closet scene i will give u thousand of kisses. as usual i kinda hate this and the ending but this took forever to write and idk i just love friends to lovers eddie SOO MUCH. this is proofread but i only read it once so pls ignore any mistakes !! also if u guys enjoyed this pls LEAVE FEEDBACK, come talk to me in asks, requests r open!! ily all sm, mwah, em!

You scoffed as you made your way past the drunken slimy bodies, pushing everyone out of the way until you finally made it into the kitchen, having no idea how Steve had managed to throw a bash this crowded and your head was spinning too much to care now.

Stumbling a bit your feet picked you up toward the drink stand, shaking the empty bottles, you sighed. "Really? All of them?" you huffed annoyed as you turned around, spotting Robin with a bottle in her hand, you smirked.

"Robin! You are my hero." You giggled as you approached her, grabbing the bottle despite her protests as you chugged a huge sip, your face contorting at the taste.

"Jesus, slow down! You're going to get black out drunk again and then complain all day tomorrow." Nancy came up behind Robin as she scoffed, this is what you had been doing all week, and Nancy was starting to get worried but you rolled your eyes at her, while Robin gave her a 'don't say that' look.

"C'mon Nance, let her be. She's got enough on her plate as it is!" Robin made a suggestive look as you took another sip, turning to face her.

Nancy pursed her lips as she shrugged. "And what does that mean?" You asked, knitting your brows together. Robin pointed towards Eddie, and your eyes followed.

He was chugging the beer he had a firm grip on, face contorting as he took more and more sips, your heart dropped to your stomach at the sight, you knew he would be here, yet you couldn't help the tingles that overtook your body when you saw him.

You were so stupid.

"I don't know what you mean." You shrugged your shoulders, lying through your teeth, Eddie had been sort of avoiding you for some time, and now, for a whole week, he was acting as if you didn't exist.

You didn't know why or how, but it was eating away at you.

Spending your days drinking and smoking away your feelings had become a regular habit ever since he had started avoiding you, and Nancy and Robin had started to get worried about your current coping mechanism.

To say you were feeling hurt would be an understatement, you and Eddie were supposed to be friends, best friends even, in the last four years, you had grown close to him, so close that being away from him even for a second hurt.

And now this distance, his cold attitude, not returning any of your calls, and eventually pretending as if you didn't exist, was eating at you, your own insecurities were bubbling up at the surface.

What was so wrong with you that Eddie couldn't even tell it to your face?

"I mean, it is weird, I've never seen the two of you apart for an hour, let alone a week." Robin spoke up, mentally cursing herself for not being able to stop blabbering and Nancy gave her a look, one that meant, 'not the fucking time' and you narrowed your eyes, hurt twinging in your chest.

"Shutting up now?" Robin asked awkwardly, shrugging her shoulders in defense, "I hope." You replied, trying to hide the hurt in your tone.

Your eyes searched for Eddie again, he was now conversing with Argyle and Jonathan, he looked uncomfortable, he could feel your gaze on him and he was doing everything in his willpower to not meet your disappointed eyes, he knew he would soften up the second he saw you.

"I think I have a plan." Nancy muttered to Robin behind you as they quickly left your side, you were too busy to notice anything as you leaned on the wall chugging the bottle again, face feeling numb.

You meant to talk to him, ask him why he was avoiding you, but you were afraid of his answer, what if Eddie didn't want to be your friend anymore?

What if Eddie was going to tell you how much he started hating you and that he never wanted to see your face again?

You would much prefer the distance rather than be shunned by him. You doubted you could handle anything without him by your side.

You knew what you felt for him was far beyond friendship now, but you never could fully admit to it.

For months, Nancy and Robin had been trying to get you to admit to it, but you had always refused, saying the two of you were 'just friends.'

But you knew, and they knew that people who were 'just friends', didn't do what you two did, friends didn't have movie nights where they ended up cuddling each other and falling asleep in each other's arms, sometimes, Eddie would even place a kiss on your forehead when you fell asleep, tucking you in as a grin took over his lips, seeing how peaceful you were.

Friends didn't have dates in Eddie's van, seated in the back as the both of you ashed a joint, wasting away the night before you watched the sunset with him, his childish grin as he told you all of his stupid jokes feeling like a kick in your stomach now.

And you knew, you knew, friends didn't look at each other the same way both of you looked at one another.

So, you were nervous, nervous that you had fucked up the only good thing in your life, nervous of what he might say to you.

But this apparent nervousness was nowhere to be seen when you had drunk this much. Before you knew it, you found your two feet dragging you to his side, unable to take control of yourself, the drunk you had decided that you had enough.

You slid past the drunk bodies standing in the way of Eddie, your fingertips anxiously fiddling with the bottle, you could barely balance yourself, smushing yourself against the wall near him.

"Hi." You intended for your voice to come out soft but your words were slurred, and Eddie almost stilled when he heard it.

His heart was thudding inside of his chest, he knew you would be at Steve's party, but he never thought you would actually talk to him, not when he had been a complete asshole to you for a while now.

His gaze was avoidant, almost as avoidant as he was and your stomach was churning again, and this time it was not the alcohol.

It was all him.

"Hey." His greeting was short, your mouth had dried up, and the drunk version of you didn't have the tolerance you had for the past week.

Your eyes narrowed as you straightened yourself. "Hey? Is that all you have to fucking say?" You almost snapped, you hadn't meant to sound so sharp, the words left your mouth like word vomit, it probably wasn't fair how you spat them at him, but his coldness to you wasn't fair, either.

You knew once you brought the subject to him there was no turning back, you were afraid of the possibility of him never talking to you again but the liquid in your system gave you enough courage to do what you feared, ripping the band-aid off, and you thought maybe, maybe, ending the friendship would cause you less pain than whatever he was supposed to be doing.

"Hello?" He attempted to joke, and if you weren't this stupidly smitten over him, and maybe a bit buzzed, it wouldn't have worked, but it did. All it took for him to soften you up was a stupid joke, causing you to giggle drunkenly, as you leaned into the wall again.

"Really?" You shook your head, "That's the best you got?" You tilted your head to the side, giving him a warm smile, you couldn't help it, it was the most you had talked with him this week, and you were already putty in his hands, you hated him, and you hated the effect he had on you.

He shrugged, it was obvious he felt more comfortable, his eyes not leaving yours. "Made you laugh, didn't I?" you nodded, you didn't mean to get this soft on him this quickly, but you couldn't help it, not when he made you feel at ease this easily.

You hated and loved how everything with Eddie made you feel at ease, feeling safe with him like you could bring your guard down for once.

You huffed, mind more mellow as you eyed him. "Missed this, ya know?" Your words were slurred again, you knew it wasn't the alcohol talking, but at the same time without it, you never would have had the courage.

Eddie's eyes were glossy and riddled with remorse as they gazed into yours, you could sense it, sense that he was feeling guilty, you bit the inside of your cheek when he looked at you like that.

"What?" He asked, dumbfounded.

"Missed this-" you pointed between the two of you, "Just missed being with y-you." You couldn't help it when your words were tangled with each other again, it made you scared to admit any of this, while Eddie just gave you a sigh.

"You're drunk?" He questioned. "Again?" If you didn't know how Eddie had been treating you the past week you'd think he was worried about you, considerate even, but the way his actions changed made you doubt his sincerity.

Eddie had been aware of your new coping mechanism, his mouth felt dry when Steve told him how badly you had been taking Eddie's new demeanor.

"Mhm." You hummed, signaling to the bottle as you attempted to chug it again but Eddie shook his head, quickly taking it away from your hands. You gasped as you straightened yourself. "Rude."

"You will get shit faced and have the worst hangover, and I'm sure you'll curse us out for letting you drink that much." He raised his brows to warn you and you pouted at him like a child.

"You sound just like Nancy." You scoffed, biting back the insult you had at the tip of your tongue about how he decided to care about you now, instead settling on making him chuckle, and just with his laugh, you felt a tinge of pride swell in your chest, it was pathetic how desperate you were for him.

"No fun, I'm crossing you out." You whined as you draw an 'X' in the air, with pouty lips and soft eyes, Eddie had a foolish grin on his face when he was comfortable with you again, almost at peace with how your soul embraced his.

He felt like an asshole, and so fucking stupid for the way he acted, but it was the only thing he knew how to do: running away from his feelings.

"Come on, where the hell have you guys been, we've got some drinking games going on!" You were startled by Robin's loud voice, and as turning to face her, you heard Eddie's groans behind you.

"No way." Eddie shook his head and you threw him a puzzled look.

"No?" You furrowed your brows. "But, you love drinking games."

"Yeah, you love drinking games. Don't be a buzzkill, Munson." Robin interrupted, she shot a look at Eddie that made him confused but intrigued, and he couldn't say no when the two of you dragged him to where everyone else was gathered.

You sat down next to him and felt your hazy drunken state get worse, it was as if everything was becoming all too real.

Realizing that the conversation you just had with him meant nothing, not after he had been avoiding you for a week, and now your mind was swirled with the thoughts of what was going to happen when you two finally had 'the talk', anxiety riddling over your body again.

"What game are we playing?" You asked in an attempt to shake off your thoughts, it didn't help when Eddie's gaze landed on you and you could feel your cheeks burning with his gaze alone, causing you to chew on your bottom lip out of nervousness.

"We just played endless rounds of 'Never Have I Ever'" Nancy sighed, almost annoyed.

"Turns out Steve the King is bit of a slut." Robin semi-whispered as Steve gasped, holding his heart to be dramatic.

"Really, Robin?" He furrowed his brows. "Well, it's not my fault you hooked up with the half of—" Robin was interrupted by Eddie's groan.

"C'mon you guys let's just play whatever this is and get on with it." His voice sounded annoyed, you turned to face him, but Eddie was already avoiding your gaze again, he looked nervous, and you wanted to roll your eyes, he was being an asshole, again.

You could feel anger bubbling up inside of your chest, and Robin could feel the tension in the air. "Okayy, truth or dare it is!" Robin interrupted with a nervous giggle.

"I thought we were playing Never Have I Ever-" You were shut up by Robin's shushes.

"Yes and now we switched to Truth or Dare, keep up, sweetheart." You furrowed your brows and giggled, turning to Steve as if to ask what was wrong with Robin, but Steve put his hands up in defense, shrugging.

Something weird was going on and you couldn't put a finger on it, and to be honest, your mind was too fuzzy to figure any of it out, filled both with alcohol and the thoughts of Eddie. Robin grabbed the bottle and spun it around the circle, the anticipation of it made her fiddle in her place, and when it landed on Steve, she groaned.

"Steve! I think you should pick truth, are you a virgin? Oh wait, you are not! Let me spin it again." Robin talked so fast that even Eddie threw her a look, you were usually used to her fast-paced actions but she was giving you a whiplash now.

"Robin, what the hell are you—" Eddie's words were cut short by Robin's shriek.

"Wow! It landed on Eddie, what a surprise." Robin rubbed her hands together almost like a villain in a cartoon.

"So, truth or dare, Eddie? Oh, also you can't say truth because Steve just picked that." Robin hit her hand against her forehead in a fake manner, and you giggled again at her actions, unaware of what was coming next.

"Okaa...ay, dare?" Eddie asked unsurely, and Robin mimicked a thinking face, you had no idea what was coming next, but you doubted anything Robin would dare him to do could fix whatever was going on with Eddie.

"I dare you to..." She paused for a minute.

"Go into that closet and not come out until you and Y/N make out." Robin's words were like a slap on your face, and she had that stupid grin on her face that you wanted to wipe off.

"Excuse me?" The two of you said in unison and you were afraid to look at him now.

"I mean... a dare is a dare." Steve shrugged, and Robin nodded quickly causing you to sigh.

"You are a child, Robin." You threw her a death stare, your mind was still hazy as you began to get up, and Eddie was still where he was sitting, he twisted his rings, an action you knew he did when he was nervous.

"Well, are you just going to wait around all day?" You snapped, not knowing what came over you when you were this drunk.

"You're okay with this?" Eddie's face was almost red as he looked up at you, hating the way a nervous tingle formed in your stomach with how he looked at you.

"It's just a d—dare, let's get it over with." You meant to sound confident but your words came out as a murmur.

"This is so stupid." He scoffed as he followed you into the closet, Robin following up behind the two of you. She locked the door when the two of you entered and she sent you a smirk before she did so, making you scoff.

"I swear I'm going to kill her." You said sharply, turning your back on the door.

When you finally faced Eddie you realized how close he was standing to your face, his tall figure towering over you was enough to make your breath hitch.

"Hi." was all he muttered as he looked down on you, making you realize how much you missed the warmth of his soft gaze and you hated yourself for how enamored you were with him.

"Hi." You managed to let out when you caught your breath, the room felt suffocating, and you could barely swallow the lump in your throat.

The possibility of him kissing you made you want to scream, both from excitement and fear.

"So... we have to kiss?" He said awkwardly, scratching his head, almost as if it were a question and you nodded quickly, knowing he was too nervous to make the first move so you had to take matters into your own hands.

"What's the big deal? It's just a kiss. We've been best friends for years, we can do it." You said, with a nonchalant tone, but the hint of nervousness was still visible.

"Let's just do it!" You announced excitedly, "kiss me, Edward Munson!" Eddie chuckled at that, making you realize how much you had missed that genuine laugh.

"Edward..." He tilted his head, "Really?" He raised a brow, causing you to pout.

"Yeah." You giggled softly, offering him a smile, knowing how much he hated someone saying his full name, he gave you a light chuckle.

“Okay, yeah, I think I deserved that." He attempted to joke, the air still tense but filled with your giggles.

"Let's do this...” Eddie added cooly, his hands at his side as he leaned towards you, licking his lips.

“Why are you licking your lips?” You questioned, making Eddie chuckle, as he stopped leaning in further.

"Should I not?" He raised a brow, "I mean do you want dry lips?” He asked sarcastically and you shook your head chuckling.

"No, no!" You protested, face burning from embarrassment. "Never mind..." You chuckled.

“I didn’t think it was—” Eddie started but you interrupted, “No.. no it’s okay.. I just..” You were a stuttering mess now.

"Let’s do it.. I—I’m ready.” His tone was soft when he spoke, he was less nervous and you nodded frantically.

You started leaning in but then abruptly stopped, making Eddie furrow his brows.

“Do you want tongue? Are you like a tonguer?” You asked, your face was serious and Eddie's eyes widened.

“Am I a what?” Eddie asked baffled as you chuckled, shaking your head.

"Fuck..." You cursed, giggles errupting in your throat from nervousness. "I didn't mean it like that, I just meant—" You were babbling, your heart hammering inside of your chest.

"I mean do you like tongue in kissing? I just— I wouldn’t wanna use tongue if you don’t want to..." You trailed off.

“Let’s just do it!” Eddie exclaimed interrupting as you let out another giggle, your nerves were getting the best of you.

“Yes, sorry. Are you ready?” You asked, weight of anticipation settling heavily in your chest as Eddie nodded, “Yes.. I’m ready.. let’s just do this..” Eddie let out slowly, scratching his head from nervousness as you nodded once again.

You barely moved when he leaned towards you, almost frozen in place you stared at him, stared at the sickly sweet brown of his eyes, stared at his dark hair that messily laid on his forehead, and you couldn't help it when your eyes lowered down to gaze at his lips, adoring the curve of his mouth.

Your gaze was stuck on him in a way that made your eyes glimmer with an array of emotions, not knowing if this would be your first and last kiss with him, trying your best to etch this sight of him into your mind forever, unsure of whether you could ever see him up this close again.

and as if Eddie could read your mind, he realized, he realized the weight of how you were staring at him. With more he studied your face, the connection between the two of you deepened, unraveling what he most wanted. You.

“Fuck— You.. you can’t do that!” He exclaimed, desperately, and you knitted your brows in confusion, “What... what did I do?” Eddie was being ridiculous now.

"Jesus Christ, you can't just do that to me." His face was burning up, he thought maybe, that this dare would be good for him, maybe the best way to get over his feelings was to kiss you for once, but the way your eyes glimmered was enough to make him want to stare at you forever, and he couldn't do that when he was trying to keep his feelings for you bottled up, forever.

Now, he was regretting the dare as he could feel the pressure building and you looked so pretty that Eddie felt his heart sink in his body, if he kissed you, he knew he couldn't contain his feelings for you no longer, he sighed, shaking his head.

“You can't do that thing with your eyes and face!” He exclaimed as you scoffed, “What the hell are you talking about?” You almost yelled, getting frustrated by his stand-offish attitude.

“Okay that’s it.. I— I can’t do it!” He huffed as he reached for the doorknob, struggling with it.

“Let me out guys!” Eddie yelled but Robin just chuckled, “You have to kiss her, you idiot!”

“Let me out of here, Robin!” He yelled louder this time, but instead of Robin answering this time Steve, Nancy, Argyle, Jonathan, and the gathered crowd answered to him, chanting “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” and Eddie rolled his eyes, cursing.

“Oh come on Eddie, let’s just do this! Just one kiss!” You said annoyed, and you felt a bit rejected at how much he wanted to leave.

Eddie turned around to meet your gaze, “No, I’m not gonna fucking kiss you.” His words were bitter and you bit the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from crying in front of him.

“Eddie we've been best friends for four years! A little kiss isn’t gonna change anything.” The words that left your mouth stung him, it wasn't easy on you but the emphasis on the two of you being best friends and how a kiss wouldn't change a thing between the two of you was the exact reason he was avoiding you.

Eddie knew if you had rejected him, and told him that you didn't reciprocate his feelings, it would eventually lead to the two of you not being friends.

And he couldn't handle that idea, he couldn't handle not being around you. That's why he tried to stay away from you, just so he could contain his feelings for you, at least for a while.

His gaze on you was agonizing, “Stop looking at me like that.” He muttered as you rolled your eyes, and crossed your arms around your chest, annoyed.

“God, will you just kiss me already!” You blurted out, now getting annoyed with him, not being able to comprehend why Eddie was making such a big deal out of this when it was just supposed to be a dare.

"No."

“Why not?” You questioned, eager to know why he had been acting this way, Eddie ran his hands across his hair, ruffling it before he gripped your shoulders to get your attention fully, “Because..." He took a deep breath as he put his trembling hands into his back pockets, he was trying to hold himself back, but he couldn't, not when you looked at him that way.

"Because I don't want to kiss you like this!” He almost snapped, his feelings taking over before his logic could, and you went rigid with his words.

His own reaction was delayed as his eyes widened at his own words, and he was standing close to you, so close, that your breath hitched when he said that. “What.. what does that mean?”  Your head was spinning as Eddie looked down, almost as if he was embarrassed.

“Nothing! I didn’t— I just... That’s not what I fucking meant..” Eddie stuttered over his words, he felt like his desperation had trickled into the very air he was breathing in, his own words suffocating him and your gaze mocking him, he couldn't handle it further as people outside the closet started chanting “Kiss! Kiss!” again.

Eddie scoffed again, “Shit— just, excuse me..” He cursed out as he tried the doorknob again.

“What are you doing?” You asked curiously, you wanted to talk to him now.

“Just need some air” He murmured and tried the door again.

“Robin, just open up!” Eddie yelled out making Robin groan, “Did you kiss her?” Eddie rolled his eyes, and he got ready to curse Robin out but you placed your hands over his mouth, shushing him.

“Yes, yes Robin! We fucking did, we even french kissed! You happy?” You yelled out as Robin giddily chuckled unlocking the door.

You threw her a dead stare as Eddie just brushed past her, hurrying his way out and you followed quickly behind him.

"Eddie, just wait!" You called out after him, you were curious to know what he meant, why he was acting this way, none of it was making sense to you and you were still very buzzed.

"Just leave me the fuck alone, Y/N." He didn't even turn around to face you and it hurt.

"No! I'm not going to fucking run away this time." You yelled, catching up to him, and Eddie turned around swiftly.

"What are you talking about?" He asked, his tone curious and not annoyed like before.

"I'm not playing your stupid game anymore, I don't care if you tell me you hate me, Eddie, just tell me what's wrong, tell me what I did to make you push me away this much. You can insult me and tell me to 'fucking leave' but I won't leave until you tell me to my face what I did to make you push me away, you fucking coward!" You spat out the words, rolling your shoulders as you felt your anger coming out to the surface.

Eddie rubbed his hands against his face, you were asking for him to be vulnerable, and he knew that if he opened up to you, you would probably laugh in his face.

"I just—" He scoffed, "I don't wanna do this. Not right now." He sighed, and he drooped his head, his gaze fixated on the ground now.

"Just tell me what the fuck is wrong, Eddie." You almost yelled, feeling your face hot with anger. "What did you mean by when you said you didn't want to kiss me like this?"

"And why have you been avoiding me, why can't you even look me in the fucking eye right now?" To say you were frustrated would be an understatement, liquid courage had worked a little too well and you were pouring your gut out to him.

You crossed your arms against your chest, feeling your cheeks burning up with anger, you were filled with fury, and nothing Eddie could do was going to change that.

In fact, it made it worse when he kept avoiding his gaze. "Fuck you." You spat out, index finger pointed towards him, hostility written all over your face, your feet picked you up before your mind realized, and you brushed past him as you angrily left his side.

"Just— fucking wait!" His words rang in your ears but you didn't care, you kept walking while Eddie was right behind you.

"Let me just explain!" He yelled out after you. "Jesus— you're fucking fast." He added as he tried to catch up to you.

You stopped in your tracks, and your back was turned to him. "Eddie, just get it over with." You crossed your arms against your chest again, feeling your insides twist as you waited for him to pull the band-aid off.

"What?" He raised his brows in confusion, and you didn't dare to look at him.

"You realized it, didn't you? I mean it took me a while to realize it myself." Your voice was timid, not trusting yourself enough that you wouldn't break down completely in front of him.

"And you realized you didn't reciprocate them, and you're trying to let me off easy by avoiding me." You could feel tears prickling your eyes but you shook your head to make them go away.

"I know you hate confrontation." Your voice was cracking now, and Eddie hated it, he hated being the reason you were about to cry, he hated being the reason you doubted yourself because of him.

"What are you talking about? Reciprocating what?" He didn't dare to turn you to face him, he was still shocked at the possibility of what you were hinting at.

"Feelings, Eddie. My fucking feelings for you!" You turned around to face him now, and his eyes had softened, he blinked slowly to process what you were saying. The air between the two of you was filled with unspoken emotions, your body ridden with anticipation and anxiety.

But Eddie felt stupid, so fucking stupid. He spent this whole week bottling up his feelings for you, and avoiding you to do so because he thought he wasn't good enough for you, he thought you would actually mock him.

He should've known you would never do that, he should've told the insecure voice in his head to shut the fuck up.

Because there you were in front of him, saying exactly what he was feeling, and he felt like the biggest idiot in the world.

"Your... what?" His eyebrows furrowed, and he wanted to laugh, he wanted to laugh at how stupid he was being.

"Just— let's just pretend this never happened." You could barely look at him, nervously fiddling with your fingers.

"Nope." He shook his head.

There was no fucking way he would pretend this had never happened, he had been waiting, for years to tell you how he felt, every night he would give himself a pep talk, encouraging himself to finally open up to you, but when he finally saw you in the morning, and you gave him that warm smile and those doe-eyes, he always backed out, scared of losing you forever.

"No fucking way." He shook his head, and a chuckle escaped his lips.

The look you threw him was filled with disdain, "Oh, so this is funny to you?" You were quick to judge him, turning around and muttering curse words as your feet began to pick up again.

"Jesus Christ, will you let me speak!" He yelled out again and you shook your head, walking faster. Eddie scoffed, "So. Fucking. Stubborn." He muttered under his breath.

He caught up to you once again and this time he reached out to your free hand, and he grabbed it in a tight firm, spinning you around to face him, you were about to cuss him out again, and throw him a death glare, but his gaze was so gentle that you couldn't help it, your eyes were mellow, sickly sweet, as they met his.

Your heart reacted before you could, thumping in your chest. Eddie was leaning so close towards you that you sensed his heavy breathing against your face, you didn't dare to move, not until his tender fingertips brushed against your cheeks, he leaned over so agonizingly slow that you couldn't help but close the gap between the two of you, soft lips clashing with each other as you whimpered the second your mouth met his.

Eddie's chest fizzled with warmness, the smell of your perfume mixed with alcohol dizzying him while your head was still pounding as you were trying to process what was happening, there wasn't enough air in the world for your lungs to pull in.

You deepened the kiss when Eddie's hands slowly cupped your cheeks, parting your lips as his tongue explored yours, shuddering at his touch.

Your brain didn't process any of it, not until the initial shock wore off, that's when you pulled back slightly, catching your breath as you blinked confusedly at him, unable to find the words to speak.

Eddie licked his lips as they twitched to form a smile, speaking up before you could. “In the closet.. when. I said I didn’t wanna kiss you like that... I meant that I wanted something like this..”  He gave you a slight chuckle as you returned it with a warm smile.

"I'm sorry for the way I acted." He gulped, feeling guilty for his actions in the past weeks, but he always poorly reacted to things that involved his feelings.

"I thought if I just stayed away from you, if I just pushed you away for a while, I could bottle up my feelings for you and—"

"You have feelings for me?" You asked, interrupting, eyes widening despite the kiss being undeniable proof of that but you still couldn't believe it, you still couldn't believe that the man you had been in love with was actually reciprocating the feelings you harbored, the feelings you tried so hard to contain inside of you.

"Are you kidding? Of course, I do." Eddie affirmed. "I mean how could I not?" He chuckled, pointing towards you. "Jesus, you're so beautiful, so fucking pretty..." he flashed you a mischievous smile.

"You're nice, and god, so fucking kind that it makes me sick sometimes. And shit— you get along with Wayne so well, I think he thinks of you more as his kid than me at this point." You gave him a light chuckle.

"Also... you are funny sometimes too." He added, giving you a light nudge with his shoulder as you pointed towards yourself mouthing 'Little old me?' sarcastically, making him smile.

"Fuck— if it wasn't for you, I'd be so lost, sweetheart. I'm so glad you came into my life." Your heart warmed at his words, gaze softening as your lips twitched into a smile.

"And you're always fucking there for me... even when I don't deserve it." He nervously fiddled with his fingers, he didn't deserve someone as perfect as you.

"Like right now, even though I've been an asshole, avoiding you, and even more of an asshole in the closet, you still came after me." He looked down, embarrassed that he had pushed you away, he knew you deserved better, so much better.

"You didn't deserve any of it, you just deserve every fucking good thing there is, and I'm just none of those things." You shook your head, opening your mouth to speak but Eddie didn't let you.

"Can you even picture it? You and me together? You— god, you are so fucking perfect." Your heart pounded against your chest, the rhythm of it erratic and suffocating because of his painful words, if only he knew how much you loved him.

"I'm just me, Eddie. I'm fucked up, a 'freak', a fucking drug dealer." Deep lines etched his forehead, he chuckled bitterly, and your heart throbbed at him describing himself as anything but good.

"I guess I just decided I wasn't good enough for you. Fuck— I chickened out." He eyed you nervously, and what he didn't expect was you slapping him on the shoulder, harshly.

"Ow!" He yelped, "Eddie never, ever make decisions on my part ever again." You chided him and he nodded quickly, "Jesus, that hurt."

"Good, because I also don't allow you to speak that way about yourself either, you're the best thing that has ever happened to me Eddie and I mean it. You're not fucked up." You affirmed him.

"God, you really are the best thing that has ever happened to me, Eddie. I don't think I've ever been happier, or more comfortable with anyone but you, you helped me realize so much about myself and have been there with me through everything." You didn't blink once, and Eddie's mouth was agape, he couldn't believe that someone —and not just anyone, you— saw him as anything more than a fuck up.

"I love you, Eddie, and I mean it, I love you so fucking much." You added, your eyes glimmering. "I can't stop thinking about you, ever... and it physically hurt being away from you for just one fucking week."

"I'm sorry for that..." He muttered again, embarrassed. "I love you so fucking much, honey. And I promise I'll never do something as dumb as this again." He gave you a warm smile, and his fingertips were gentle as they grazed over your cheeks.

You tilted your head in hesitation, "Yeah, I doubt it." You giggled, and Eddie squished your cheeks in response.

"God, you're so lucky that you're so pretty and so lucky that I fucked up big time because I will agree with you on whatever you say for the next few days." Eddie's lips formed a smirk and you raised a brow, "I'm thinking for the next month." You pursed your lips sarcastically.

Eddie chuckled and leaned in once again to kiss you, "Whatever my pretty girl wants." He murmured into your lips.

You whimpered again when your lips touched, both of you groaned when you were interrupted by Nancy's voice.

"See, I told you it would work!" Nancy pointed towards to two of you kissing as Robin and Steve almost gasped.

Robin turned to Nancy crossing her arms against her chest all-knowingly, "Yeah but it wasn't working a minute ago when they were yelling at each oth-" Robin's words were cut short by the glare Eddie and you threw at Robin.

"Sorry!" She yelled out, giving a sheepish smile, making you laugh.

"So, this was all you?" You asked, pointing towards Nancy, but before she could answer Robin scoffed.

"As if I didn't put your stubborn asses in that closet!" She mocked. The puzzle pieces of Robin acting weird all night coming to you and Eddie at the same time.

"You guys are all idiots." Eddie huffed, but his smile never faltered, and the three of them knew that was his way of gratitude.

You turned towards them with a sheepish smile on your face mouthing a 'thank you' to Robin and Nancy, and giving Steve a thumbs up, they waved you off as if to say 'No problem', and you turned to Eddie again.

"Eventful night, huh?" He asked, a smirk playing on his lips, and you gave him a playful nudge. "Shut up."

"So... you ready to go home?" Eddie asked as he threw an arm around your shoulder, you nodded, melting into his comfortable hold.

"Mhmm." You hummed, as he pressed a kiss on your hair. "I love you, pretty girl." He murmured.

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charles leclerc x reader - part three summary: big news come from you and charles and the fans finally find the answers they've been looking for... feedback is appreciated + requests are open! enjoy xx

part one | part two | part three | part four

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charles_leclerc i love you so much, i don’t even know where to start. for five years, we’ve been here for each other. through ups and downs, you’ve loved me. you’ve dealt with me in my toughest times and in my peaks. you give me the strength i need to get through life and you love me each day no matter what.

here’s to our forever, ma précieuse and my future Mme Leclerc

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yourusername 🎶it’s been a long time coming, but…🎶 here’s our engagement party🤍♥️

words simply cannot describe the ecstasy i feel knowing you’re the one i’ll spend my forever with.

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danielricciardo i wonder who chose that cake😂😂

redbullracing oh no… we’ve lost her😔

user02 CONGRATUALTIONS OMGGGG (but that last slide-)

user04 fr, who’s gonna tell them the honeymoon is AFTER the wedding

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user02 not the whole grid coming after them💀💀

yourbestfriend i guess it’s safe to say you won…

yourusername told ya

user06 ????

user54 okay so charles is gonna write her a whole thought out paragraph and she’s just gonna sit there taking pictures and quote taylor swift…?

user26 what exactly do you gain from sending this?

user54 i’m just saying, don’t think he should be marrying someone who doesn’t appreciate him as much as he does them

user40 babe… where have you been the past five years…

scuderiaferrari our parents🥹🥹

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user36 OMG CONGRATULATIONS I TOLD YALL I CALLED IT OMG YAYYY

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user08 none of us… none of us believed u and now 🥲🥲

yourmomsinsta congrats my babies 🥰🥰

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georgerussell it was a pleasure to help with this amazing day, congrats you fools🫶🫶

yn and charles - 26.05.26

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pierregasly hey, i helped too

georgerussell63 you’re literally the best man

charles_leclerc thank you so much mate (but also ow)

yourusername we love you too stupid &lt;3

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yourusername she would’ve made such a lovely bride, what a shame she’s fucked in the head (the bride was in fact drunk) 🤍💍

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charles_leclerc wow

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danielricciardo you can stay there while i bleach my eyes 🙂🙂

charles_leclerc pls come back :(

pierregasly ouch

carlossainz55 ouch

georgerussell63 ouch

maxverstappen1 ouch

yourusername that's crazy

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danielricciardo pls don’t

yourusername 🫥

yourbestfriend my wife😍😍

carlossainz55 🤨🤨

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charles_leclerc 🤨🤨

yourfriend1 five gorgeous gorgeous girls and a goddess of a bride🫶

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yourfriend3 girls’ weekend with the future mrs. leclerc

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charles_leclerc bachelor’s weekend (two can play this game😉)

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user52 the tag💀

user96 he rlly saw yn thirst trapping and said nonono😭

yourusername damn

yourusername now that’s just mean

charles_leclerc 😉

user58 he took my wife and i can’t even complain

yourbestfriend right??? @yourusername you rlly left us for a banana man????

yourusername what can i say? i like bananas ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

yourbestfriend yeah, HIS

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pierregasly a wild charles enjoying his last few moments of freedom

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yourusername that guy in the middle’s pretty handsome but i will say, that fella on the far left is my favorite

arthur_leclerc he is pretty great isn’t he👀

pierregasly what about the one on the right

yourusername meh

charles_leclerc you two do realize she’s marrying ME right?

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yourusername i’m telling your wife

charles_leclerc handsome guy in those last two photos

yourusername hot.

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yourusername you can’t outdo the doer, baby &lt;3

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user94 them tagging each other and trying to out thirst trap one another is something that probably should’ve been on my bingo card this year

user10 the way it’s like a competition but they still only comment on each others posts to thirst over the other 😭

charles_leclerc it’s always worth the thrill😉

landonorris i’ve refrained from interfering, but i’d like to remind you that there are children and parents here

yourusername babe did you forget to drop him off at daycare again

charles_leclerc i thought you were doing it?

yourusername honey, i’m not back until a few days remember?

charles_leclerc i’m sorry chéri, force of habit. @landonorris get ready, we have to leave soon

landonorris 😐

carlossainz55 yn, vale, can i have my girlfriend back

yourusername she was mine first, wait your turn pepper boy

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yourbestfriend happy wife, happy life ep 1: girls’ post-bachelorette party bachelorette weekend getaway ✨🫶

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user58 yn always serves like that second pic????

user92 these two being couple goals and serving per usual

charles_leclerc lovely♥️

carlossainz55 you look gorgeous querida❤️ both of you. can you please come back now 🥲

charles_leclerc i second that

yourusername no :)

yourbestfriend the bride has spoken

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Your lips, my lips // M.H.

Matty Healy x reader

Summary: Singing along to your favourite song in your kitchen and then dancing in your lover’s arms. 

Warnings: None, this is just a lot of sappy, fluffy stuff

Word Count: 600 (a short one)

A/N: I would actually pass away if this happened to me but I hope you enjoy it. This is for @mountingmason​ because I saw them asking for a sober, fluffy Matty and that’s kinda what gave me this idea. 

I would really appreciate feedback and engagement. Also, my requests are open.

https://open.spotify.com/track/0yc6Gst2xkRu0eMLeRMGCX?si=b79cc9523de144c0

Masterlist

Series Masterlist

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It was a cosy winter evening and you were just in the kitchen, prepping for dinner. Matty must have been somewhere in the house but this was your “me time”; this was when you put on your nice, relaxing playlist, got yourself a glass of whatever you felt like and swayed along to the music in your warm kitchen. 

The last of the notes of Body Paint petered out into nothing, leaving you with just the crackling of the fire. But then the familiar notes of the next song began. You smiled to yourself as the music picked up. You absolutely loved singing along to Apocalypse, swaying to the synth and chopping up parsnips. You laughed at the domesticity of the picture.

‘Got the music in you, baby / Tell me why’ you sang softly, ‘Got the music in you, baby / Tell me why’

And then there were fingers on your waist, warm and gentle. You were enveloped by Matty’s cologne and aftershave; a scent that was so unmistakably him. You breathed him in, humming softly. 

‘Hello, you…are you going to finally help me with dinner?’ you teased him.

Matty placed a lingering kiss behind your earlobe and then turned you around to look at him. Your heart melted at the sight. He looked so soft in the yellow glow of the kitchen, all cosy in his big jumper. 

‘Keep singing, please keep singing,’ he whispered. There might even be something like awe in his voice. And of course, out of the two of you, he was the singer but here in this kitchen, in his arms, you were ready to give him just about anything. So you kept singing.

‘Kisses on the foreheads of the lovers / Wrapped in your arms’ he gave you a soft kiss on the forehead making you giggle a little.

‘You've been hiding them in hollowed out pianos / Left in the dark’ 

He joined in on the humming, making sure his voice was never louder than yours. It was your show after all and he just felt lucky to be your favourite audience. 

You tried to wiggle your way out of his grip, turning around to go back to the food.

‘Absolutely not,’ he breathed, somehow pulling you closer than before. 

You laughed at his antics, ‘so what are we going to eat then? Don’t tell me you want to try your hand at cooking today,’ you teased. 

‘I don’t need food, I just need you,’ he sighed into your hair, ‘dance with me, my love.’

And how could you not absolutely melt into his touch? The two of you stayed like that,  arms around each other, your face nestled in the crook of his neck and his head on top of yours.

‘You've been locked in here forever / And you just can't say goodbye’ he started singing again, encouraging you to join him as you slowly stepped from one foot to the other; perfectly in sync. 

Is this what it feels like to be perfectly, incandescently happy, you thought to yourself. The food could wait, hell the rest of the world could wait. What really mattered was here and now, being held in Matty’s arms as he sang to you with his magical voice. 

You tilted your face up to look at him and found him already gazing at you with eyes full of love and adoration. 

‘Kiss me,’ you whispered. He didn’t need to be told twice.

It was slow and gentle, just like the song, just like your waltz. You could stay like this forever, locked in this one moment stretched to infinity. And just like that, the parsnips lay forgotten on the countertop. 

*****

A/N 2: This is my first time putting song lyrics in a one-shot so pls let me know if it works <3

[taeraerizz]

live, laugh, love taerae

「taerae x gn!reader」 genre: fluff

summary: you love taerae. he loves you. and how does he show that? through a convenience store date of course :)

warnings: snacks and a grave is mentioned? +all in lowercase

wc: 725 (not really proofread)

a/n: i've never written a fic before, i have no idea what im doing so pls give me feedback or any reccomendations. if something does not suit a gn!reader or i missed out on any warnings pls tell i would hate to be that person 😭. please interact w this fic in any way if u liked it. besides that pls be kind and enjoy taerae's love. dont forget to vote!!

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the town was slowly starting to settle down as the night passed by. the only thing brightening up the street being the convenience store behind you as the dim light of the lightpost seemed as if it hadn't been replaced for the past 4 years. traffic was few, only a couple of taxis and buses carrying tired workers back home. and if it wasn't for the loud chime of the bell of the conveniece store door, you could swear that you were able to hear your mum watching her favourite tv show a few roads down.

"y/n!" you lift your gaze up from your slippers to meet the pair of eyes whose owner gifted you with them just last week. apparently he saw them in a stall on the side of the road and its cute ears reminded him of you. the pair of eyes that held so much comfort that you didn't think it was possible that an actual living human could have such mesmerising eyes. the same owner of that contagiously genuine smile that would brighten up even the gloomiest of days. oh, and the owner of that charming voice that got you hooked from the very first conversation held between the two of you. the beauty of kim taerae was limitless.

"y/n, i got you something special!" taerae announced as he started to lightly jog his way to your seats with a plastic bag in his hands. "well you took almost a century in there so i sure hope you did," you chuckled with a teasing tone. he squinted his eyes in return, slightly leaning away in his seat. "oh well, you just won't get the most special present that i've ever ever gifted in my life then," he huffed as he hugged the plastic bag that rested on his lap to hide you from its contents. you giggled at his actions.

"better than these slippers?" "definitely better than those slippers," he stated confidently, suddenly pulling a seriously face. "alright alright grand prince show me the damn thing already," you said with a cheesy smile.

"okay drum roll please…" the sound of your fingers hitting the edge of the table could slightly be heard amongst the rustling of taerae's plastic bag. "and please do close your eyes too love." a couple minutes went by and the beats of your fingers were starting to slow down, your eyes fighting the urge to unshut. "just need to fix up one more thing… and done! i present to you, the love of my life, this gift to symbolise my gratefulness towards your presence in my life these past few years." your eyes were closed but you just knew that the smile he had on his face was one that could even make the most deadliest beasts fall in love. "now, you may open your eyes!" and you weren't wrong. because the scene you saw when you opened your eyes was a scene that you would love to frame and take to your grave to hold onto forever if you could.

taerae's beautiful figure, the quiet city behind him, and the string lights hanging off the umbrella that shaded the two of you. oh what a heavenly sight it was. too mesmerised by the scene in front you, you completely forgot about the so called most special present taerae has ever gifted. "y/n? y/n! hellooo y/n?" you broke out of the trance you were in and made eye contact with taerae whose sparkling eyes kept looking back and forth between you and the table infront of you. so you followewd his gaze… and subconciously, tears clouded your sight. your favourite snacks, tulips (your favourite), along with photo strips you took earlier that day were beautifully arranged into a bouqet. each and every one of them radiating one thing, love. "how- what- when did yo-" you were choked up. your brain wasn't functioning properly and you couldn't process the fact that taerae, THE kim taerae had just gifted you with the most precious thing you could ever recieve. you looked up to see his face, it looked even more dear than it ever did before. "i love you y/n. i really do."

and though you knew it was impossible. you wanted to stay there forever. with the actual no.1 gift that could never be beaten. kim taerae.

[jessamine-rose]

⋆‧͙˚*✧•̩̩͙*˚  Fairytale  ˚*•̩̩͙✧*˚‧͙⋆

I thought that writing Herbarium would free me from the Capitano agenda. But I was wrong and now we have a side story + epilogue written from Capitano’s POV…….pls don’t expect much from this, as it’s just a collection of dark fluff and bonus scenes which take place throughout Herbarium. Also, three cheers for Sumeru update ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶

To those who previously enjoyed Herbarium, I hope you enjoy this fic and don’t mind me tagging you. I will forever be grateful for your feedback!! And thank you once again to my dear friend @diodellet​ for peer-reviewing another self-indulgent fic :’>

Tw:: YANDERE, unhealthy relationships, kidnapping, violence, blood, murder, psychological trauma, mention of child abuse, mention of nsfw, spice, MINORS DNI

Note:: Female reader described as physically weak and smaller than Capitano, pre-release characterization of Capitano which will likely be obliterated by canon lore

♡ 3.3k words under the cut ♡

i. Once upon a time, an unlikely romance blossomed between a Monster and a Damsel.

The battlefield is a merciless place. A corner of the world nourished by violence and bloodshed, a place where only the strong could lay claim to honor and victory. For as long as he had been a Fatui Harbinger, Il Capitano had full control over this domain.

On the battlefield, there is no chance to appreciate the beauty of the natural surroundings, not when all would eventually be sullied by blood and death.

And yet here he is, standing in a peaceful meadow so far removed from the reality of the world. Having fallen victim to an opponent like no other, whose weapons take the form of melancholic glances and immortalized flowers.

“This is for you.”

She gives him flowers again. The dandelions are pressed between two sheets of parchment paper, puffy seeds flattened and denied of their promised liberation.

And just as he had done with that fateful bunch of windwheel asters, Capitano accepts her gift.

“The flowers are preserved this time,” he notes. “Are these from your personal collection?”

She shakes her head. “I don’t share my flowers. I picked these two weeks ago and pressed them for you.”

“And for what reason have you taken pains to offer this gift to me?”

She looks up, directly facing him. “You don’t seem to be the touristy type. I just thought that you might like a souvenir of Mondstadt to bring home. Or think of it as compensation for helping me read those Snezhnayan classics.”

How strange. Many a soldier have looked at him with fear or hatred, oftentimes as the light faded from their eyes. On the other hand, there is a sense of privilege to be felt in occupying ______’s gaze. The melancholy look in her eyes is a mystery which he has yet to uncover.

“Your gesture is greatly appreciated.” He keeps the parcel in his coat pocket, careful not to crumple the flowers. “I shall see to it that your gift is properly maintained.”

“That is good to hear.” She looks away, ending that brief moment of recognition. Then she sits down on the grass and opens her library book, quickly absorbed in her newest story.

For her to put herself in such a vulnerable position before him…he cannot tell if her trust is a matter of blind naivete or foolish courage. Had she met a lesser person, she would have quickly fallen prey to the cruelty of the world.

His appointment in the Goth Grand Hotel will begin in a few minutes. It is time to resume his mission.

Capitano walks over to the edge of the meadow, nodding at a hidden subordinate. They bow and run deeper into the forest to prepare his carriage.

He looks at ______ one last time. She is still staring at her book, completely apathetic to his departure. Among the flowers, she presents the perfect image of ethereal beauty.

It would astonish many to hear that the Captain had fallen victim to the charms of such a delicate little flower. But that was the reality of this battlefield.

ii. The Monster, having fallen under the spell of true love, sought to become the Damsel’s protector.

Procuring information had been child’s play.

“My lord, the Maier son was spotted leaving the Angel’s Share! He will arrive in an hour.”

The Fatui agent is careful not to step on the blood. The cleaners already have their fair share of evidence to dispose of.

Capitano is still standing inside the Maiers’ office. “Keep an eye on him henceforth. Should he ever suspect the involvement of the Fatui or ______, eliminate him at once.”

“Yes, my lord!”

They rush out of the room. Capitano glances at the bodies on the floor.

The Maier couple had been cowards to the very end. Up until their slaughter, they had begged for mercy and spoken ill of their former foster child.

“Lord Harbinger, it is all a misunderstanding!”

“That brat! What kind of lies has she been telling everyone?!”

To think that he even granted them the mercy of a quick death. The Tsaritsa would forgive him for turning their mere interrogation into a spontaneous massacre. The suffering of his soldiers is nothing compared to what his darling had been forced to endure.

“My lord!” Another agent appears, holding up a worn folder. “We were successful in obtaining all records of ______ from Mondstadt Orphanage. All available personal information is listed in this folder, with the exception of the adoption papers.”

“Has the orphanage been sworn to secrecy?”

“They promised to never speak of her moving forward.”

Another pathetic lot. For a safe haven to be easily silenced with bribery and threats…he is already aware that injustice flourishes beyond the battlefield.

Capitano wipes the blood off his gloves and opens the folder. By now, he already knows most of his darling’s past through earlier background checks and careful deductions. There is nothing romantic to be found in her melancholy; it is simply the byproduct of a tragic story.

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NAME: ______

STATUS: Dismissed at the age of 18.

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How pitiful. All her life, she has been a powerless damsel deprived of hope and a kind savior. She was only able to leave her prisons once her tormentors were done with her.

“My lord.” The agent is still bowing before him. “We have already completed our other task. The purchased books will be delivered to your home shortly.”

“Confirm that the books will arrive before my return. You are dismissed.”

“Yes, sir!”

He can still recall the titles and stories of every book his darling had read in the meadow alongside him. She has a fondness for fairytales, from the classics to dark fantasies to creative subversions. It is easy to tell which archetype Capitano would be associated with.

He would never be regarded as her hero or knight in shining armor. To claim that his love is honorable and pure would be a falsehood.

But he would protect her. He would place her in a tower so high that it would be impossible for anyone else to reach her. And regardless of her feelings, his darling would never be exposed to the violence of the world ever again.

He only hopes that she will quickly adapt to the merciless winters of Snezhnaya. A flower does not take kindly to being uprooted from its natural environment. However, she has shown him that it is more efficient to claim ownership over a pressed flower.

“My lord.” The cleaner gives him a brief bow. “All evidence of your involvement has been erased. What should we do with the bodies?”

“Leave them as they are. Let their deaths become a public spectacle in Mondstadt.”

So she may know of his resolve to destroy all of the monsters in her story, with himself as the sole exception.

Capitano closes the folder and turns to his darling’s slain tormentors.

“Let the consequences of their dishonor be put on display."

iii. Following the Monster’s profession of love, the couple was married in a faraway land.

There is no grand proposal or wedding. A few weeks after their arrival in Snezhnaya, Capitano presents his darling with a simple ring crafted in the likeness of flowers.

She doesn’t resist. She simply allows him to slip the ring onto her finger, flinching at their brief skin contact. Following that short ceremony, he begins calling her his wife.

His darling has adjusted to her new prison but she remains a silent captive. She denies him of her flowers and friendliness, instead offering her obedience as the bare minimum. It is a futile strategy, but Capitano can respect her logic.

She knows that she is locked in a one-sided battle. Eventually, she will concede defeat.

On occasion, he is granted small victories. He often catches his darling polishing her wedding ring despite it being a dreaded mark of his ownership. At one point, she had even dared to inquire about his real name.

“I’m curious, that’s all,” she whispers. “I just want to know your surname.”

He only stares back at her. “For what reason? Do you intend to use my family name?”

“...Never mind. Forget that I asked.” She opens her notebook to the newest flowers. The white roses make a lovely addition to her collection, including the one that has been permanently stained with her blood. “Can we visit the woods later? I would like to pick more roses.”

Capitano’s mask hides any hint of his smile.

iv. The Monster, however, could only dream of the Damsel’s requited love.

Another stack of books is delivered to their manor.

His darling gives him a confused look. “You bought more books for me.”

Capitano is already unboxing them for her. “That is clear.”

“But why?”

Her confiscated book is still fresh in their memories. After that minor dispute, Capitano had limited his book purchases and her interlibrary loans to reserve his darling’s time and attention. His sudden bulk purchase only serves a similar purpose.

“Is it indecorous of me to support my wife’s hobby?” He sets the final book on her desk. “I trust that you will be reading these for your personal enjoyment and not as a means to avoid me.”

Her collection of books is steadily increasing. Perhaps he should set up a bookcase or even a personal library.

“...Of course.”

She uncaps her pen and opens each book, writing “Property of ______” on the front pages. Then she selects a leatherbound novel and flips to the next page.

Capitano remains in the bedroom.

He can already ascertain the moment she realizes his tactic.

The books are all printed in native Snezhnayan at a level far too advanced for her comprehension. Her dictionary would prove useless in translating the archaic words and figures of speech.

To her credit, his darling makes a noble attempt. She takes out her dictionary. She mutters words and phrases. She flips through the other books and does not even acknowledge his presence.

Her shield has become another weapon for him.

Her favorite books have served as an excellent source of psychoanalysis. Capitano’s new pastime of reading his book purchases beforehand has even equipped him with an arsenal of story spoilers. He wonders if his darling has noticed the recurring themes in his choices.

After an hour of her fruitless endeavor, she finally approaches him.

“Capitano.” She gives him the book. “Can you please read this to me?”

“Would you like me to start from the beginning?” He adjusts his sitting position in the armchair and pats his thigh.

She only sighs before taking a seat on his lap.

She is practically weightless to him. It would only take a tight embrace to crush her.

“Yes, please.” She stares ahead at the pages. “You…it has been a while since I last asked you to translate for me.”

The Snezhnayan classics have been untouched ever since she labeled them. Perhaps Capitano will reread those to her one day.

He does agree with the sentiments of the stories’ villains.

v. Yet he persisted in his efforts to win over the Damsel’s heart through priceless treasures and chivalrous acts.

The battlefield is red with dendrobiums this time.

The flowers bloom across the ravaged scenery, vermilion petals demanding the soldiers’ attention. Some survivors have taken the opportunity to rest and admire them.

“My lord, the Inazuman forces have retreated! A few survivors have been captured for interrogation. Shall we…?” The sergeant’s voice trails off.

Capitano picks the dendrobiums and stands up. He had chosen only the prettiest, most vibrant trio for his darling.

“Sergeant Agapov.” He holds up the flowers, careful not to get blood on the petals. “See to it that these flowers are safely transported to Snezhnaya along with my luggage. They are to be kept in fresh condition.”

“Yes, my lord!” They take the dendrobiums and rush to their tent.

Capitano turns around.

Two soldiers are staring. They look away immediately.

By now, he is already used to this. The Fatui headquarters is rampant with whispers of the Captain’s despondent darling and his punishments for minor offenders. Some even claim that she has cursed him with moments of weakness.

He has no response to those allegations. If not for his loyalty to the Tsaritsa, he would have left the battlefield ages ago to devote his strength to his ethereal flower.

Though a chat with those soldiers would effectively remind them of his earlier show of strength.

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“Sergeant Charon, your status report.”

The spy enters the tent and kneels. “My lord, you will be pleased to learn that your wife is in good spirits.”

Capitano looks up from his report. “Do elaborate on what you mean by ‘good spirits.’”

He had already expected his darling to act differently while he was away. If she has been eagerly awaiting news of his death, their reunion will be rather disappointing.

Charon shakes his head. “I…I was referring to her health! Your wife spends the majority of the time reading her books, and she rarely speaks to Sergeant Fames. She looks neither joyful nor sullen in your absence.”

“I see. You are dismissed.”

Charon leaves immediately.

So his darling seems unaffected by his absence, at least to outsiders.

He has only been gone for a week. He can still recall their conversation from the night before his departure.

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“Will you miss me?”

In that moment, she had never looked more vulnerable.

She was beginning to show signs of defeat.

It had taken everything in Capitano not to abandon his position and swear his undying devotion to her. Instead, he had knelt before her and made a sacred promise.

“There is not a single moment when I do not think of you or your safety. Let these be your words of comfort until I return to you.”

His hand was caressing her cheek, the other clasping his darling’s own hand. And for once, she did not flinch from the contact.

“All right.” She averted her gaze. Her free hand wrapped around his wrist, but she made no move to remove his hand from her face.

Her touch was so delicate. A sensation so light and insubstantial that it left him wanting more.

“I’ll trust you on that.”

-

His collection of Mondstadt souvenirs is safely stored amongst his luggage. Capitano unlocks the box and takes out his preserved calla lilies.

vi. As the seasons passed, the Damsel slowly succumbed to the same curse that had befallen the Monster.

She welcomes him home this time around.

“Welcome back.” She closes her notebook and leaves her desk. “Ceres didn’t tell me that you had arrived. Has she left?”

Capitano enters the room. “Sergeant Fames was dismissed a few minutes ago.”

“I see.” She stands in front of him, head lowered. “How was your mission in Liyue?”

Liyue had greatly improved their military defense. What was originally a three-week mission had been extended to a full month apart from his darling.

The flowers of Liyue pale in comparison to the one he already has at home.

“Liyue boasts of a scenic landscape and unique flora.” He walks over to his closet and takes out a change of clothes. He has already removed his coat and armor. “Your souvenirs are in the living room. I was able to procure wild Glaze Lilies for you.”

“Thank you.”

He unbuttons his shirt.

A quiet gasp. “Are you hurt?”

The wound on his chest is only a scratch. But his darling is already rushing to his side to inspect the bandages.

She must have gone mad in his absence.

“The pain was only fleeting,” he assures her. “The wound will heal in time.”

“But it could leave a scar.” Her touch is gentle. “Doesn’t that bother you?”

Capitano only shrugs. “A scar is but an everlasting reminder of the past.”

“Exactly. Do you…can you still remember the pain until now?”

She looks up.

Her gaze is clear. The listless veil has been replaced with pure concern. All that he can see in her eyes is his own singular reflection.

“Darling,” he tells her, “this pain is incomparable to what you inflict on me daily.”

He removes his mask and kisses her.

She has weakened him. How could he go a day without the blessing of her touch?

She is more responsive this time. She clutches his shirt and kisses back, careful not to touch his bandaged wound. She smells like flowers, the combination of different fragrances mixing into her own intoxicating scent.

Her hips still bear marks from their last night together.

Capitano touches one of the bruises. His darling whimpers and looks up at him.

Their first night of intimacy had been an enlightening experience. He quickly learned that it is much easier to garner noises and reactions from his darling during lovemaking. Her own scars had been covered up with his marks of affection.

When they are connected, neither does she fear his touch.

His own love bites had disappeared weeks ago. If he could choose his scars, he would willingly carve his darling’s marks into his skin.

“Capitano.” She steps away from him, head lowered. “You…shouldn’t you rest first? We don’t want to agitate your injury.”

He only laughs and tilts her head upwards, claiming her gaze once more. “My beloved flower, you truly underestimate my strength.”

vii. And so the Monster and the Damsel lived happily ever after.

The flowers of Sumeru are beautiful. Nilotpala Lotuses glowing in the dark, Padisarah with purple-tipped leaves, Kalpalata Lotuses blooming across treacherous cliffsides, fragrant Sumeru roses bereft of thorns. And beyond that region, there are still so many other flowers to admire in Teyvat.

Capitano still prefers his own ethereal flower.

“The Sumeru roses belong to a different family from the classic rose. They are just as lovely, aren’t they?”

His darling snips six purple flowers and presses them inside her notebook. Each rambler rose takes up two whole pages.

Capitano is standing beside her. “You already picked numerous Sumeru roses near the bookstore. For what reason do you desire such a bountiful collection?”

She merely faces him. “I told you before, didn’t I? I don’t share my flowers. These are for you.”

Her gaze is as mysterious as ever. Some claim that it has changed over the past year—that her eyes have become completely consumed by darkness and melancholy, only to light up whenever she looks at the Captain. She only sees him.

She has gracefully lost to him. But Capitano could argue that he had been defeated first.

He holds her wrist. “We should return to the hotel. The remainder of my time will be devoted to my mission at hand.”

She does not flinch this time. “Good luck with your negotiations. I’ll just be reading my new books in our room, I guess.”

“Do not even think of trying to sneak out,” he warns. “I have guards stationed all over the hotel. Until we find a suitable replacement for Sergeant Fames, you will rarely leave my side.”

Her pulse continues its steady rhythm.

“I know.” A small smile forms on her face. “If I ever run away, my husband will capture me immediately. Can you promise that?”

She has truly become his one and only weakness.

There are also rumors of the changes to Il Capitano, the Fatui Harbinger who dyes the battlefields with blood then proceeds to pick the loveliest flowers for his darling.

To the entire world, he may be nothing more than a monster. But in the eyes of his beloved flower, he is her loving protector and knight in shining armor.

“You have my word.”

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Author’s Note ๑ Epilogue 1 ๑ Epilogue 2

Askndkfnaddk I am very surprised with myself for completing Fairytale in just a little over 24 hours. I can’t say much about the quality of this addition to Capitano and Darling’s twisted story, as I only focused on fairytales as the primary theme. But it was worth it to write about Capitano’s yandere tactics and give him back his flower rights <3

Once again, thank you all for reading and I hope you liked my work Σ੧(❛□❛✿)

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bts fic recommendations | 03.07.23

→ hi friends! this is a little segment i do every tuesday (reviewsday get it, aren’t i funny, pls tell me how funny i am) where i read and review two-three fics. as a content creator, i know how big of a role other creators play in your growth, therefore, i want to do my part in making sure everyone gets the recognition they deserve! so with that being said, please check out the amazing fics listed below. make sure to like, reblog, and leave feedback! ♡ #reviewsday #kikirecs

stardust - @euphoricfilter (jjk x reader | fluff, smut, f2l)

summary:  if jungkook would have known an unintentional orgasm would have led to this, then he would have begged you to work out with him sooner.

naur bby when i tell you i loved this from the first paragraph...

"If every living being’s foundation is made of stardust, scattered when born, then Jungkook thinks the two of you were made from the same star."

and the way you continued the analogy throughout was pure literature gold (or should i say diamond teehee). its stuff like this that i read and im like damn, the moots are really out here posting fics that could easily be published best sellers for fucking free!! how lucky are we!!!

OOF AND THE PILLOW PRINCESS COMMENT HAD ME LOOKING AROUND THE ROOM BLUSHING BC HOW DOES HE KNOW ME LIKE THAT I FELT CALLED OUT LMAO

and the whole workout scene hits even better after his workout live like i legit was able to visual everything... and sex in the mirror will never not be top tier :')

i love this jungkook dearly. this is how i imagine irl jk yk? just that hopeless romantic vibe, feeling that he has someone on this earth that is meant for him and he's meant for them. thats encapsulated so beautifully in this fic. such beautiful writing, thank you for blessing us with this fucking masterpiece!!

knee high socks - @minniesvenus (jjk x reader | smut, college au)

summary: after being obsessed with you and your knee high socks for forever, jungkook can't believe that you finally notice him.

okay so do you ever just hear a song or smell a smell that feels so incredibly nostalgic and fills your head with dreamy thoughts and stars and stuff... that's exactly how i felt while reading this! like i just kept thinking of the arctic monkeys song and the way you characterized jungkook's crush is just so authentic. its just that pure school crush feeling where you anticpate seeing this person and the more time you see them you pick up on little things and it makes you fall even deeper oof. there's just something so fimilair about the way you wrote this and it's probably one of the most realistic depictions i've seen of the natural progression of a crush like uGH THE FUCKING TALENT !!!

and it makes you root for him so much like i was internally cheering for him when she asked him to sit next to him. it was so fucking wholesome and sweet i screamed

and then shit got unwholesome real quick whew

her giving him praise actually made me so happy though! like you definitely inspired me to write more of that bc its so refreshing and cute!! and the smut was saur naughty but so sweet bc she was just guiding him through the motions and once again it just felt so natural which is no easy feet!! like you really hit the nail on the head with this one and it will be added to my comfort fic list asap!! so so so lovely!!

in the seom: love for dummies - @thvhoe (jjk x reader | smut, fluff, angst, fwb, college au, camping au)

summary: always the friend, never the girlfriend. jeon jungkook doesn't date. at least that's what he thought until he met you, a chemistry student who seemed to have it all—except for love. meeting at a mutual friends frat party, you hit it off right away. however, due to both of your stubbornness, it has never progressed beyond being friends with benefits. the annual camping trip with your friend group was supposed to be the turning point in your relationship with jungkook. but what happens when your best friend of 18 years unexpectedly comes back from busan and confesses to you, further complicating matters?

OoF WHAT A FUCKING OPENING SCENE LMAO!! i was horny from fucking JUMP!!! and kook juggling between pet names and not knowing what to call her made me giggle but always made me extremely soft like aw :') &lt;3

and y/n really whipped that fuckboy into shape we love to see it!! he better buy gifts n work for the coochie!!! >:(

"Pookie🩶: Can't sleep. Send me a pic of your boobies?"

this had me cackling bc this behavior is saur... annoyingly endearing like he legit is a big baby and i love him lmao even though unholy he is extremely cute.

^y/n and i both having immaculate taste and listening to ditto

and i am so thankful things turned out well for this pairing. i felt so sad for him like ugh the protectiveness and worry over her. he was generally just so wholesome throughout this entire fic. def a fav protrayal of jungkook. thank you so much for sharing this beautiful peice with us my love!

[thehollowwriter]

may i req pink petal and grey cloud with the octatrio for the event?

@asterpop Of course! Ooo good of fashioned red string of fate! I will be doing them one at a time tho so it's Azul first for now.

Please do leave reblogs and comments, I would love to hear your feedback! <3

Also no beta we die like robins and Riddle patience

Warnings: Mentions of bullying, flashbacks, slight oocness at the end

(Pls reblog and leave a comment ❤)

One Pink Petal And One Grey Cloud

▪Azul Ashengrotto didn't care about soulmates

▪At least, that's what he tries to tell himself

▪Much to his own chagrin, he would find himself staring at the red string attached to his pinky more often than not, following its length and gazing wordlessly as it stretched into the distance

▪Sometimes Azul doubted there was actually someone on the other end

▪Maybe it was drifting off into nothing

▪Maybe his destiny was loneliness

▪ "No one will ever love you"

▪When the twins arrived in his life, a flicker of hope started up. If they were willing to stick by him (well, as long as he stayed interesting) then just maybe he had a chance

▪However, one Azul began his time at Night Raven College, he banished all thoughts of Soulmates to the back of his mind. This school was competitive, and he needed to focus and make sure everything was business as usual

▪But even then, his eyes would stray from his work to stare at the string, and he would be lost in thought

▪It made him angry at himself for getting distracted so easily

▪He was better than this

▪Chances were he'd never meet his soulmate, so be might as well forget it

▪Then one day the string went taut

▪It took a few seconds for Azul to process, but he quickly realised his soulmate was at Mostro Lounge

▪Fate loved to fool with him, didn't it?

Azul stared at his stiff red string with wide eyes, and his breath hitched. He looked at the at the door, then at the string, and back again.

You were here.

You were at his restaurant being served by his staff in his dorm whole possibly seated right now at one of his tables.

This was... this was... this was perfect.

Azul stood up so abruptly he knocked over his chair. Unbothered, he put on his hat, pulled on his coat, and placed a million madol smile on his face.

He had faced rejection before. When he was worthless. But now he was powerful. Successful. Turning heads on both land and sea. He may he inexperienced romantically (and platonically too to be honest), but Seven be damned if his achievements didn't leave you in awe.

Azul opened his office door and strutted right into the lounge, following his string until it led right to you.

You, seated all by your lonesome, had not seen him yet. You were staring at your string and fidgeting uncomfortably. You looked so nervous. Azul could handle nervous.

By the time he got near your table, you had seemingly decided what to order and pulled out your wallet. This struck Azul as the perfect chance to rope some extra money out of you, but as he was comtemplating how go about it, words from deep in the past rang loud in his mind.

"You. With a soulmate? Nobody would love a stupid, worthless, fat octopus like you !"

A second distant memory, from after he first began his deals, followed after.

"Well even if they DID somehow even remotely like you, you'd scam them out of every penny or make them your slave and they'd hate you forever!"

Azul scowled. He would show them. He looked down at you, gnashing his teeth.

"You don't have to pay for that." He said pleasantly . "It's on the house."

Your eyes widened and you stiffened in surpise. You looked at him to protest, but stopped when you saw his end of the string. "Huh- w-what- you- you're-"

"Your soulmate. Correct. And since I own this place, I feel I should treat you to something. Tell me your order. As I said said, it's on the house." He shook his head when you protested and smiled. "I insist."

You stuttered uselessly before giving up and nodding. "Okay, fine. What's... What's this going to cost me?"

Azul chuckled. "Nothing but your time my dear." It was not a lie. He was not going to scam you. Oh no, he was going to sweep you off your feet.

He may not care about you, but he was going to prove to those bastards that Azul Ashengrotto could win over his soulmate in a heartbeat.

***

A year and a half later, only two words were bouncing around in Azul's mind.

"Oh shit."

Azul never intended to fall truly and utterly head over heels for you. He succeeded in getting you to date him, but he never thought he of all people would succumb to the fluffy, pink lovebug.

He was using your presence to boost his own ego, but now he was greedy for you. Greedy for your love.

However during his first attempt at a proper confession, the fact that he had never truly cared about you before now hit you like a ton of bricks.

Contrary to what he had believed would happen, the only thing Azul got out of that conversation was a slap to the face and a lot of crude curses and bitter insults sent his way

You then proceeded storm off and leave him standing there, holding his cheek in his hand in shock.

At first he was pissed at you. But that faded fast when he realised you wer very much in the right.

Then he got depressed. He smiled a lot less, he was an utter mess on the inside and somewhat unpleasant to be around. But after some self reflection (and a couple of talks with his parents and even the twins), he finally decided to pull his shit together.

Now... Now he has to find a way to make it up to you.

He knew an act a of grandeur would not affect you anymore. You were too distrusting of him. He needed to open up to you. He needed to do something small but heartfelt. He needed to do better. He needed to be better. For you.

He started out by getting your favourite flowers and casting a spell on them to keep them perfect. Then he organised a little picnic for the both of you. He had never done this before. He had refused to have a date with you outside on the ground no matter how much you begged. But that was going to change.

He was nervous when he went to your dorm and knocked at your door. He was sad at how your angry glare pierced his heart. He was emotional when he asked you to give him one more chance. Just one more chance. His voice cracked all the way through.

You had stared him down before reluctantly agreeing, saying you were only doing this because he looked pathetic.

The slight hurt at that jab went away the moment Azul saw how your eyes brightened at the sight of the picnic spread.

When you both sat down to begin your meal, he briefly wondered why he had been so opposed to this. This was pleasant. He enjoyed it. His reasons for not doing this had faded from his memory. Probably proof that they were ridiculous in the first place.

Azul cleared his throat and looked you in the eyes, trying to fight the tears of emotion threatening to build.

"Listen I..." He sucked in a breath. "At first you were a tool to better myself. I am sorry. I am so so sorry. And I know I told you this already, but I didn't finish. S/O I... I love you. I don't know what happened but I have fallen so hopelessly in love with you that there are no words in existence that can describe how I feel. You're so wonderful and smart and unique and and and-"

The urge to insult himself was strong. But this wasn't about him. This was about you.

"I know I don't deserve you. And I understand if you want nothing to do with me. But I promise you this. I will do everything in my power to keep you safe and provide you with anything you could possibly want or need. I... I love you so much that I will give it all to you even if you don't love me back."

Your neutral expression exchanged itself for a surpised widening of the eyes before going back to normal as you considered his words.

Before this, even while you where dating, Azul had been... distant and closed off. Never really outright saying he cared for you or loved you. You had assumed that's just how he was at the time but now... now you could see.

This was the Azul that was in love with you.

This was the Azul that was willing to do the unthinkable (for him) for you.

But while you were grateful, you would not be as naive as you were before.

"Okay." You said, exhaling. "I... won't except your apology unless." You put emphasis on the word at Azul's crestfallen face. "You can prove to me that you mean it." You held up two fingers. "Two months. He can have a test relationship for two months. Then we'll see. Understood?"

Azul's breath hitched and he nodded. "Thank you." He choked out. "Thank you. You have no idea how much this means to me."

You patted him on the shoulder. "I'm sure. Now let's pack up, it's getting cold."

Azul nodded again, but not before squeezing your hand in yours.

"Thank you." He repeated. "For giving me another chance. I swear to the Seven I will be everything you will ever need."

You smiled at him, and his shoulders shook.

This was the first time you had smiled at him in months.

-END

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A/N: Holy carp this took say longer than it should've I'm so sorry. School writer's block and being sick habe decide to triple team me. Anyways here have some angst and fluff(?)

@sanctum-of-ramshackle I think I did good with this one

@honey-milk-depresso your husband has arrived~

[kithtaehyung]

holy shit like I'm not kidding when i say 3tan changed my brain chemistry forever. I sent a message on the feedback box earlier but like i wish i knew you in person and complimented your whole existence and brain because what the fuck. WHAT THE FUCK. i wanna praise your work in every possible way like might just fuck around and dm you as well one day. when i say this series is the only that's been on my mind for these few days and i just wish i could read faster or i would swallow and eat your whole work at once. i almost wanna say get your own 3tan everyone it's for me only. FUCKSKJDJSKS I'm not even making sense but i just think you deserve all the praise and compliments in the world and YOU GIVING THIS TO USE FOR FREE???? GIRLIE!!!!!! I don't think any work made me this worked up ever omg anyways i really love and appreciate your work i just really suck at communicating in general and i hate being perceived online but. yeah. love you<3

WAIT HOLD ON SHDKSKD this is… just… oh god. oh goodness i have so much that i want to say😭 because i was already gonna make a post earlier about whoever just sent Forfeit feedback through the form (it was you!) saying a huge thank you, but now i get to respond directly AHHHH🫂🦋🦋 Forfeit is the chapter (and probably piece) I’m most proud of so the fact that it’s the one you sent feedback for, and with the feedback you did, made me extremely encouraged🍊 you have no idea how much i was needing that boost!

also LMFAO not the gatekeeping already🤣 dw that has been said before and you can all have your own personal piece of it if you want to, whichever one is your absolute favorite🤍

gosh this is making me feel so loved and i’m trying so hard to not say i don’t deserve it. making a habit to get better at receiving kindness :’)) but anyway, thank you so much for coming and telling me everything🥹

yes, 3tan will always be free!! there’s gonna be physical copies on the way once i figure out how to format them (bc readers have been asking for quite awhile now and we found a way to make it happen!) but even then i’m gonna make them as affordable and accessible as possible🥳

you’re a kind soul. pls come talk or scream whenever you’d like! we have fun here (and everyone likes to make me suffer but i too like to make everyone go through it so it’s forever a party🤪) thank you again and more 3tan is on the wayyyyyy!

[taegularities]

hiiii, i’m new here so just a warning this is gonna be a long one 🙃 okay so i just wanted to say I FUCKING LOVE YOU RID!!!! I actually cannot stress it enough i have fallen in love with your writing, your art is so beautiful, and you know what makes it all a 100xs more enjoyable? your kind nature, YOU’RE SO KIND <33 i kinda scrolled through your account a bit after reading a few chapts of cmi and you’re the sweetest lil honey the way you take so much time to respond idk it’s so endearing to me mayn i’m in love w u 🙈.. i have fallen into a trap named rid and i fear you’ll never be rid of me (okah ahhh this is embarrassing, unfortunately my jokes don’t reach level kim seokjin butttt oh wells i tried :)

Anyways now that i’ve given you a lot of my attention (😅) let’s give some to cmi eh?! I’m currently on chapt 3? but first off CMI JK!!!!!! i’m sorry but he’s mine forever i adoreeee him. He’s a silly lil man but he knows when to be serious and he cares for her so much 🥺 right from the beginning girl chap 1 i’m telling you he’s her lovr boy from day 1 no one can change my mind.

And mccccc i acc love herrr, she has the vibes where she’s like ‘ugh i hate you🙄’ whilst her insides are totally squealing overwhelmed with butterflies, pls she’s so me in that sense. My lifestyle isn’t in anyway like hers but somehow someway i manage to relate to her she’s such a comfort to me i can’t explain it :( her inner monologue it’s like she just gets me, the over-thinker in us 🤧 so thanks for bringing her character to life :))

Also, i’d say i’m v good at reading characters, predicting stuff here and there but for the life of me Rid, i cannot read jk. he’s impossible. One minute i think oh he knows he’s in love the next i’m like ??? are his thoughts just as jumbled as hers? He’s just so ?:?/?/?/? Either way they break my heart and manage to piece it all back together in one.

and YOUR SMUT???? oh your smut is oh so delicious! like the ‘jk knitting his brows together and aggressively hmm-ing’ kind of delicious. YES. YES. YES. however.. i’m hoping for dom mc to come out. she was teased the teeniest tiniest bit in chap 3? and now i’m just a tad curious.

Also them talking about percy jackson and me currently reading percy jackson 🤭

AND all the star talk has me WEAK. i LOVE STARS, i love the sky, they’re such romantics, he’s such a romantic, a dreamer, he’s perfect god i’m such a sap

also really random but we have the same mbti Rid :) and then i got curious about who’s your bias bcs i have this thing where i believe you bias who reflects your personality most and we literally have the same biases and bias wrecker 😭taegikook will be the death of me 🙄😩

(okay so bcs i’m anon i stil want you to remember who it is everytime i post feedback so it’s Riaaaa. maybe i’ll add an emoji? 🐈‍⬛? yeah i’ll go with the 🐈‍⬛)

thank you for writing i’m excited to read the rest of the chapters i’ll be back with an update hehe and hopefully a better review and less waffling. love yaaa 🫂

- Ria🐈‍⬛

WELCOME THERE, RIA! please, i love your energy already, it's nice that you weren't too shy to reach out <3 and with a seokjin joke right away? cmon, that's so sweet 😭 i'm so happy you have been enjoying my blog, me AND my stories, like, what more do i want 🥺

YES YES, cmi!jk has my entire heart. i don't think i've ever felt so close to a character i wrote, so he just means a whole lot to me (and hopefully, to cmi readers as well) – he's silly, and he'll get sillier. reading him won't get easier either, and as you'll see, oc is gonna have a hard time doing so, too hahaha buuuut he's adorable and i love him :( same with our overthinking baby, oc :(((

AH YOU LIKE THE SMUT? lmfao i've been having a hard time with it, so it's good go know i'm not entirely failing and you're enjoying it :'D sub jk, yes? we'll see 😌

ahh yes, the star talk. you said you're new here so you're not used to it yet, but i love my stars and the sky (a little too much), so you'll find talk about it every now and then, in most of my fics 😭 honestly, i even tried to lessen that bit in cmi and replace it with flower stuff... there's a lot worse out there in my masterlist :')

your name and the 🐈‍⬛ emoji are so cute, babe !! drop by anytime 🥺 and i'll be waiting patiently hehehe i'm so happy they're comforting to you, and super excited to hear what you think of the rest 👁 enjoy it and welcome again, lovely 💕

[jkstompers]

hi el,

i just read good girls go bad and oh my fucking god??????? idek where to start. first of all the plot is absolutely amazing and really eye catching. i love the whole you try and change for someone but the guy truly falls for you as your own. THAT SHIT HITS ALL THE RIGHT PLACES.

i knew it! taehyung was heartbroken which explains his ‘fuckboy’ persona but the fact he slowly opened his eyes for reader??? i’m gonna cry—

istg my standards went 📈📈📈 when he waited in the parking lot after she leaves the car, to make sure she’s inside before driving away. HE DID THAT EVERY TIME SHUT UP.

HIM LOVING HER IN THAT BABY BLUE DRESS HAD ME BY THE THROAT 😩😩😩😩

josh was such a dick. fuck him. i never liked him, already at the triple p comment is where i cancelled him and threw him in a bin.

the way taehyung comforted reader after she first off got heartbroken and locked herself out? i’m— he was so caring and gentle with her.

WAIT BUT THEIR FIRST KISS WAS SO PERFECT. the whole ‘let me teach you but we end up getting carried away until one pulls away to not get in their head too much?’ PLS YESYESYES I KICKED MY FEET IN THE AIR READING IT.

their first time together was paced so nicely. the slow and sensual tension and them being comfortable in each other’s presence before finally giving in to what they both want to???? SHSKWKWNEBVEHEJWBDVS btw your smut is AMAZING. the whole riding his thigh scene had me biting into my pillow to not scream at 2AM and wake up my whole neighborhood….

WHEN HE HID THE STEM OF THE CHERRY BECAUSE THEY DIDNT ORDER IT AND HE DIDNT WANT HER DISAPPOINTED 😭😭😭😭 shut the fuck up. where can i get a man like this? i’m serious. ebay? amazon? name the place.

such an amazing story with splendid characters and perfect plot along with an amazing buildup. keep up the great work el! this was incredible 💖💖💖💖 gonna go read more of your work 👀👀👀

omg hello lati!!!!! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡ thank u SOOOOOO much for your sweet feedback on gggb!! it makes me so happy when ppl take the time to tell me which parts they really liked, it makes me so excited to write the future drabbles so i thank u so so so so so so so soooo much for your kind words. ଘ(੭◌ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚

thank you so much!!!! i love those cheesy rom-com movies where they give them a makeover but the main couple ends up falling in love with each other during the process like YES ITS REAL LOVEEEEEEEE

RIGHT i tried writing taehyung to be this big softie on the inside but a tough guy on the outside so that oc would be the one that makes him crack hehe

omg yes literally!! if u go on a date and they don't wait for u to go inside before they pull off... DROP THEM IMMEDIATELY!!!!!!!

there is a drabble that speaks on this directly (つ.と) i must stay quiet for now hehe

ur so right! fuck josh forever!

he really is such a sweetie ♡

YESSSSSS omg i love those scenes so i tried my best writing my own!!

thank u so much (´▽`♡) i'm super insecure about my smut, i always think it's super boring but thank u again! i'm glad it was at least okay to read through (ㅅ´ ˘ `)

omg i didn't think anyone was gonna catch that detail!!!! hehe but right omg taehyung is just the perfect guy.

thank u thank u thank u so much again lati!! (づ๑•ᴗ•๑)づ♡ i'm so glad you enjoyed it!!!! reading through your message gave me so much motivation!! i'm gonna try and finish the next few drabbles now (๑ > ᴗ < ๑)

[simpjaes]

hiiii just wanted to check in!!

i hope you’re feeling better and sorry for sending a hard thought even though your inbox was already flooded 😭

but also my first round of midterms are over so im gonna finish player rank platinum 😭 i started it over a month ago and got decently into it (it’s soooo goood) but then school started and my sleep schedule got fucked overr. a girl knocks out once her head hits the pillow these days…not even i have fallen asleep on my ipad and laptop 💀💀💀 i saved it as an after midterms treat, so now that it’s out of the way 😁😁😁😁

but also…the jayke fics. girl. i’m so ready to read it. i feel so late to it because i still check my tl daily for your updates but never find the time to read the long fics 😫😫.

also like the other anon said, i love that while ur fics are NASTYYY, you add a lot of plot and delve into characterization, especially with y/n. i really like how you clearly explored y/n’s insecurities but didn’t overdo it in the stepbro!jay jayke fic and from what ive seen in the heeseung fic, you’re doing the same. i love a relatable y/n 😭😭 it’s just something that’s very hard to do, even for people who’ve been writing forever and i think you do it well. i sound like an english teacher giving feedback but like, you deserve all the praise.

- 💗

don’t be sorry for the hard thots!! a lot of the ones you send me are saaaauuur good! i just have to slowly work through all of the ones in my inbox one by one 😅

also! i’m very very excited for you to read my works 🥹 pls come back to me and tell me about the experience because i very much adore your presence here on my blog! i don’t mind that you don’t have the energy or time to read the long ones all the time either, to be fair, not many people even want to read longer fics so it’s still nice to know that you even intend to get through them someday.

writing y/n fics is actually quite difficult in regards to trying to stuff as much personality as you can into a faceless woman without making her unrelatable or bland 😅 i really appreciate and soak in the fact that you, among a few others, believe i manage to do it quite well! so i’ll keep doing that 🥹🥹

[vintagedolan]

nine months (gbd)

having grayson’s baby is a dream come true for both of you, and he does everything he can to make it the absolute best experience that he can for you

word count: 11k (hahahaha fuck)

warnings/tags: the fluffiest fluff that has ever fluffed okay, seriously I don’t think I could have made this any softer, pregnancy, mentions of pregnancy things (morning sickness, weight gain, etc.)

feel free to send in requests! i’ll write most things! hope you enjoy :)

january

8 days late. You were 8 days late. A few days here or there would have you a bit edgy, but it had never been this long before. And you just had an instinct that this time, it wasn’t a scare. You were almost positive that you were pregnant. You weren’t opposed to having kids - you knew that you and Grayson wanted to be parents together, and that you were going to spend the rest of your lives together. You decided to let things run naturally, and if something happened then it happened. But something about the reality of having to go out and actually buy a pregnancy test had your mouth dry. Were you actually ready for this?

But as soon as that thought came, there was another. Grayson was going to be over the moon about this whole thing. All he ever wanted was to be a father, and you knew he was going to be amazing. He would make up for any of your shortcomings and then some. With that newfound confidence, you grabbed your purse and decided to head out to the store.

“Where yah goin’?” Grayson’s voice came from the dining room table where he was working as you tried to scurry past him. You hadn’t thought of an alibi. Were you supposed to tell him? No. You didn’t want to get his hopes up if your instincts were wrong.  

“Just running to the store. Cause I need some stuff. From the store.”

Fuck. Nice one. 

“Okay....” he trailed off, obviously suspicious. “You alright?”

“Yep, perfectly fine. I’ll be back soon, love you bye!” You blew him a kiss and escaped out the door before you said anything else damning. 

This was going to be interesting.

Your fingers were tapping away on your steering wheel the whole drive to the local drug store, trying to think of what the hell you were going to do. Should you surprise him? Plan out a big elaborate thing? Or maybe you should just tell him? Should you have told him you were going to get a test? But what if it was negative? He’d be so sad.

With your head spinning, it was a miracle you even made it to the store. But you pulled in and headed to the aisle you never needed to go to, grabbing a few tests and going to pay for them, trying to convince yourself that no one was staring at you. The cashier offered you a soft smile and it actually calmed you down slightly as you headed back to the car. 

In order to make it a little less suspicious, you decided to get some coffee and bring it home for the both of you. You didn’t have to pee yet, and you knew you’d go crazy at home if you had to wait, so you went to your favorite local shop and got your usual along with Gray’s and Ethan’s. 

The drive home was quick, but you chugged it as fast as you could, wanting it to hit you before you got back. You stashed the tests under your shirt so that Gray wouldn’t see, and tried to walk as casually as you could back into the house. 

“I brought coffee!” You called out. If you directed the conversation, then maybe you wouldn’t get blindsided and give something away.

“I thought you were going to the store?” Gray asked. He was still in the same spot at the kitchen counter, and when you looked at his screen he was working on some new promotional posts for Wakeheart. Good. That would keep him busy.

“They didn’t have what I needed, figured I’d get some while I was out,” you smiled, passing him his cup. He leaned up towards you, asking for a kiss. You gave him a quick one before going to throw your cup away.

“You already drank yours? You’re gonna be bouncing off the walls in about 20 minutes,” Grayson teased. He knew how you got with too much caffeine. 

“I already feel jittery,” you laughed. It wasn’t a lie, but it definitely wasn’t from the coffee - you’d actually gotten decaf, remembering somewhere that caffeine wasn’t good for babies. You walked back to the room you and Grayson shared, not realizing until you got there that you still had Ethan’s coffee in your hand. 

It didn’t matter, if you didn’t take the test right then you were pretty sure you were going to explode. So you sat the drink down on the desk, locked yourself in the bathroom and pulled the two tests out from their hiding places. 

Peeing on a stick was just as awkward as you thought it would be, but you were proud that you got it on the first try. 

And now, you just had to wait. Three minutes had never taken longer in your entire life, you were sure. But, you’d made sure to buy the tests that would clearly say one way or the other so there was no guess work. You tried to keep yourself calm, foot tapping as you watched the seconds click by on the timer you set. In just a few minutes, you were going to know if your instincts were right.

By the thirty second mark, you were hovering over the tests, watching the electronic bar load, flashing on the final stage. And then, the first one turned, revealing one word.

Pregnant. 

“Holy fuck.” 

You’d known. But now you knew. And holy shit. You were actually pregnant. The second test turned then, yielding the same result. There was no denying it.

The butterflies in your gut were overwhelming and you sunk to the floor, a hand going over your tummy. There was baby in there. And it was Grayson’s baby. You felt like you could scream, or cry, or explode. 

“I’ve gotta tell Gray,” you mumbled to yourself. You wanted to do something special, but you also knew that there was no way you were going to plan an entire elaborate reveal - you’d break and tell him early. Something simple, something quick, but still something Grayson...

It clicked. Building. You immediately started searching on your phone for what you needed, deciding that you’d use his projector to put it on the wall. But should you film it? You didn’t want it to be a production deal, but a larger part of you wanted to have the footage of such a special moment. And you wanted it to be good quality, but you didn’t know how to work a camera for shit. 

You needed Ethan. You quickly stashed the tests in a bathroom drawer and reached for your phone, pulling up your texts with Ethan.

Come to Grayson’s room, don’t be suspicious, bring a camera, don’t ask questions

You knew he would be confused, but you also knew that he would do it. You got excited all over again when you thought about telling Ethan the news. He was your best friend - hell, he was your brother, and you knew he was going to be over the moon for you. 

It wasn’t five minutes later when he snuck in, closing the door and looking at you in confusion.

“What the hell is going on? Are you pranking him? Because if you are I so want in,” Ethan grinned. He was already filming - you wondered if you looked as wild on camera as you felt.

“Oh jesus please don’t make him think this is a prank. E, I need you to set up that camera so that you can see this wall with the projector. And then I need you to leave and not ask me any questions.” 

If he started prying, you knew you’d tell him, and you’d feel terrible that Grayson wouldn’t be the first one to know.

“Okay... are you alright? You’re acting weird, you’ve got me a little worried.” Ethan frowned a bit, concern on his face.

“I promise I’m fine. And I’ll tell you what’s going on as soon as I can. I swear,” you said, offering him the most reassuring smile that you could muster.

“I’m holding you to that,” he muttered, setting up the camera in a good place and making sure it was recording before heading back to his room. Once he was cleared out of the room, you pulled up the picture you wanted onto the projector.

It was a wooden crib, simple but cute. And it would serve its purpose, which was all that mattered. Once you had it as you wanted, you turned the projector back off so you could pull it up at the right time. Then, you grabbed one of the positive tests and hid it in the waistband of your shorts. 

Trying to keep it together, you poked your head out of the door, willing yourself to do your best acting.

“Hey Gray?” You called out.

“Yeah baby?” From the sound of it he was still in the kitchen.

“Can you c’mere for a sec?” 

“Comin’,” he responded. You felt like your legs were going to give out. Your whole lives were about to change in the next few minutes. He came in casually, rubbing at his hair. “What’s up?”

“Well. I wanted to ask you if you’d do something for me,” you said. He quirked an eyebrow, crossing his arms. He was suspicious, but that was bound to happen.

“Okay....” 

“It’s nothing bad, it’s just that I don’t know how to build it, but I think that you’d do it really well,” you explained. He relaxed a bit at that, leaning into you a bit more before wrapping an arm around your shoulder. 

“Well now I’m excited. Show me,” he grinned - you were glad you’d picked this as the way you’d tell him, he got so excited about building.

With a deep breath, you turned on the projector, the picture of the crib popping up. You looked up to watch his face. As you expected, he was immediately confused. 

“What even is that? Is that a bed?” He let go of you, moving to the wall and looking at it even closer. “It looks like a crib, with all the bars on the sides and stuff.”

“Yeah, I know it’s complicated. But you’ve got about nine months to get it done, so no rush or anything.” You were beaming, just waiting for the moment it would click. 

“9 months? Why would I need 9 mo-”

You watched the realization come across his face, his mouth opening slightly into a little ‘o’, and then his expression turned to disbelief. Any of your nerves faded away as you realized this was all you ever wanted - having a kid with the man that you loved more than anything. You relaxed fully, trying to take it all in. 

“No. No fucking way. No way.”

“Yes way,” you laughed.

“You are not. Is this a prank? Are you pranking me?” He was frozen to the spot he had turned at.

“I wouldn’t prank about something like this.”

“You’re pregnant? You’re actually pregnant?!” 

“We’re having a baby,” you exclaimed, reaching for the test and pulling it out where he could see. That got his feet moving, and he only had to look at it for a second before he had his arms around you and you were both spinning around. You weren’t sure you could remember a time where you were happier. 

It was good that you knew Grayson would never drop you because suddenly the two of you were sinking, and you realized he was sitting down on the floor, squeezing you to him in the tightest of hugs. It took a minute for you to register the wetness on your shoulder, and when you pulled back slightly, you realized that Grayson was crying.

“Oh baby, don’t cry, you’re gonna make me cry!” It was too late - you were already tearing up, but both of you had the biggest smiles across your faces. 

“I’m sorry, I’m just so fucking happy right now. This is all I’ve ever wanted,” he said, voice cracking a little bit. You pulled him back to you, and the two of you rocked back and forth together, bodies close. It could have been minutes, it could have been hours; neither of you knew, or cared. 

Grayson was the first to speak up, and the questions started flowing.

“Have you told anyone else? When did you even find out?! Do we need to go to a doctor? Oh we definitely need to take you to the doctor.” 

“Relax baby, I just found out like 5 minutes before I told you, I went to the store to get tests cause my period was late. We’ll get an appointment made, I already have a gyno. And no, I haven’t told anybody.”

“Holy shit. So just you and me know? I gotta tell Ethan! I gotta tell my mom!” He was already shifting, starting to stand up. You let him lift you, but you caught his hand. 

“We should probably wait until we go to the doctor and get everything checked out before we tell everyone,” you cautioned. 

He looked a bit puzzled. You hated to damper his mood even a little bit, but you weren’t ready for the whole world to know about a pregnancy that seemed so fragile to you. It clicked for him, and he immediately put a hand to your stomach, fingers splaying out over soft skin.

“You’re right.” He nodded his head, still looking down at your stomach in awe. There was an unspoken question that you knew he was biting his tongue on.

“We’re definitely telling Ethan though, for sure. Like right now,” you smiled. Grayson looked up, beaming.

“Oh thank god, there was no way I could keep this from him.”

“I have an idea,” you grinned, explaining it to him quickly. He agreed that it was perfect, and went to get the camera that had been recording the two of you so that he could capture this too.

You went over to the long forgotten coffee that you’d brought home for Ethan. It was cold now, but you could microwave it. You grabbed a sharpie from the desk, scribbling what you wanted on the cup before taking Grayson’s hand and leading him to the kitchen. You popped it in the microwave - it wouldn’t be great, but that wasn’t really the point - and Grayson set up the camera. Once everything was done, you and Grayson exchanged a giddy glance before setting it into motion.

“Ethan! C’mere!” You called out.

“What do you want!?” He yelled back in his typical I-don’t-wanna-get-up tone.

“Just c’mere real quick, I forgot to give you something!” 

Grayson was giggling next to you, trying to keep it together.

“Alright, I’m comin’,” he called out, and a few moments later he was in the kitchen. “What’s up?”

“I forgot to give you your coffee earlier, here,” you smiled, handing him the cup. He took it gratefully, though he was giving you the when the hell are you going to explain earlier look as subtlety as he could with Grayson still in the room. 

“Dude, what does your cup even say? They totally spelled your name wrong,” Grayson said, unable to wait any longer for his brother to notice. Ethan held the cup up a bit so he could read the writing on the side.

Uncle Eteeweetee 

“Haha very funny, eteeweetee, you got me.” He rolled his eyes, taking a sip. 

“Wait, what exactly does it say?” You asked. Grayson was giggling beside you.

“It says ‘uncle eteeweetee’, which is just fucking stupid.” He looked a bit peeved, knowing he was missing the joke. “What? What’s so funny about Uncle?” 

“What if I told you that the big news I couldn’t tell you earlier was that you actually are an uncle? Or at least, you will be in about nine months.” Now you were beaming. Ethan figured it out immediately, sitting the coffee cup down.

“You’re joking. No fuckin way, are you joking? You’re pregnant?!” 

You nodded, and before you knew it he had you wrapped up in a hug. You squeezed him back and then let him go to his brother. They held each other tight for a minute, and though their words were a bit muffled you caught the end of it.

“I’m so fuckin’ happy for you bro. You deserve this,” was what Ethan said, and you couldn’t have agreed more. 

february

Oh you were definitely pregnant. Even without the tests, or the doctor’s visit or the missed period, you would have been 100% sure by now. This had become your morning routine, and you hated every minute of it. 

Right around 6am on the dot you’d wake up, a thin sheen of cold sweat on you and a churning in your stomach. You threw yourself onto your feet, running towards the bathroom and immediately hurling up anything you had left in you. Usually it wasn’t much, and that somehow made it worse. Your throat was sore from the bile morning after morning. It usually took you a good twenty minutes to get everything up, and another five after that for your stomach to settle. 

Each morning, at the feeling of you leaving the bed, Grayson was right behind you. He’d hold your hair back with one hand, other hand gentle and soft as they rubbed over your back. You knew how much he hated being around people throwing up, but he never even flinched. 

When your stomach would finally empty, you’d come down off your knees onto your butt, leaning your weight back against him. 

“This shit sucks,” you said one particular morning, fully exhausted.

“I’m sorry baby, I wish I could fix it,” Grayson murmured, kissing your temple. 

“I feel disgusting,” you grumbled, turning a bit and nuzzling into his neck. 

“You wanna shower?” 

Usually, you weren’t a morning shower type of person, but between the vomit and the sweat, it had become normal as well.

“Too tired,” you said, curling up into him. The fatigue was real these days, and you occasionally felt bad for being so lazy. Grayson would have none of it, reminding you that not only were you growing body parts with your body, but you were also still doing more than Ethan was on the daily. 

“I’ll do the work. C’mon pretty girl, let’s get you cleaned up.”

And he really did all the work, from stripping you down to washing your hair and body, then drying you off and handing you a toothbrush. 

“I’ll get some clothes while you brush,” he said, pressing a kiss to your shoulder as he disappeared. You were grateful for the minty taste in your mouth as he came back with a pair of his sweats and a t shirt. You let him pull the shirt over your head before you spoke. 

“I don’t understand how I can be this fucking tired,” you muttered as you put your hands on his shoulders, steadying yourself as you stepped into the legs of the pants that Gray was holding out for you.

“Fatigue is really common during the second month, it’s supposed to get better by the third though, so hopefully it won’t last too long,” he offered in reassurance. You smiled at that - he’d been listening to any podcast he could get his hands on related to pregnancy and parenting. It was the cutest thing, and every time you thought about it you started to tear up.

“Hey, hey, why we cryin’? What’s wrong?” His thumbs were wiping at your cheeks - it was like an instinct now since he had to do it at least once a day.

“You’re gonna be such a good dad,” you blubbered, leaning into his shoulder. You felt him chuckle a bit and you crumpled. “Don’t laugh at me.”

“I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean to. You’re just cute.”

You groaned. “Cute. Right. I’m grumpy, lazy and gross. Not cute.” 

“You’re none of those things. Well, you’re kinda grumpy with Ethan, but so is everyone.”

It was true - you’d been very grouchy lately, especially with Ethan for some reason. The cute things he usually did to make you laugh got under your skin like no other, and you’d snap at him, which would in turn make him sad, which then made you feel guilty and ended in tears every time without fail. Ethan was a great sport about it, always accepting your teary apologies and teasing you nicely about the hormones, but you still hated not feeling in control of your emotions and yourself.

Knowing it would only be worse if you didn’t get any sleep, you stumbled your way to bed and climbed back under the covers. Grayson climbed in next to you, opening his arms so you could lay on his chest, his fingers tracing patterns on your back as you drifted back into exhausted sleep. 

march

You stood in front of the mirror, hand rubbing gently across your belly. There was definitely a bump there starting to form, and it mesmerized you every time you thought about what was within it. It was tiny. Anyone else looking at you wouldn’t notice, or would think it was just a big breakfast. But you knew that it was your baby, growing away. 

And you loved your bump, but Grayson was even more obsessed - any time you were sitting within reach of him his hand was across your stomach. Though he wouldn’t admit it, you knew part of it was protective. He’d become very cautious since you’d found out about your pregnancy, always making sure you were safe, not letting you do anything too ‘strenuous’. You’d had to get him to back off a few times, assuring him that stirring pasta wasn’t going to cause the baby any stress. 

He’d been even more worried when you and the boys took a flight home to Jersey so you could tell Lisa and Cameron the good news. All through the airport he was right next to you, hand around your waist guiding you through the terminals. 

“Grayson, flying is only dangerous if you’re like... super pregnant. Like might-deliver-on-the-plane pregnant. We’re fine.” You reassured him. 

“We?” His face softened at that. It was the first time you’d really referred to the baby and yourself as a unit. It was a nice feeling - you were finally starting to get back to normal, and feeling like yourself. The morning sickness had let up, only about once a week now. Ethan didn’t piss you off any more than normal. You were still a bit weepy, but that was to be expected in some ways. 

The biggest issue now was your cravings. They were so intense, way more captivating than you thought even possible. When one hit, you couldn’t think about anything else. And the worst possible place to get one? A plane.

“Gray. Grayson,” you whispered to him over the hum of the airplane engines.

“Hmm?”

“I want a soft pretzel. Like I need one.”

“Like you want one or you’re craving one?” He’d learned to differentiate between the two with all your wild food preferences these days.

“Craving. Craving so hard.” 

“Well that’s a new one. I brought some of your other cravings just in case, but not gonna lie, didn’t bring a soft pretzel with my snacks. Do you want any of these?” He gave you a sympathetic smile and showed you the stash of snacks he’d brought for the 5 hour flight - lots of the candies you’d been craving, peanut butter, chocolate. 

“Thank you, but for some reason thinking about eating any of that is making me nauseous,” you scrunched up your nose. 

“What!? You ate like 20 twizzlers yesterday alone!” He looked a bit exasperated, but you just laughed and rested your head on his shoulder.

“It’s okay baby, not your fault. Guess we’ve got a picky kid. Oops.” 

The rest of the flight went without event, and when you went to go pee after you got off, Grayson found an Auntie Anne’s in the terminal and brought you back the biggest soft pretzel they had. You hummed as you ate it, wiggling a bit in excitement considering you were pretty sure it was the best thing you had ever tasted in your entire life. 

“You’re so fuckin’ cute,” Grayson teased, taking your bag from you so you could fully enjoy your snack as you walked through the airport. 

The drive to the Dolan household was about an hour, and you napped through most of it, head on Grayson’s lap in the backseat - the fatigue was fading, but it wasn’t fully gone. He woke you up gently as Ethan turned into the driveway, and you felt the excitement mounting. Not only were you getting to see Cameron and Lisa, but you were getting to tell them the news. You were finally comfortable with more and more people knowing, though you didn’t want it out on any social media. 

When you came in it was three straight hours of hugs, smiles and stories, and there wasn’t even a lull in the conversation where you could have said something. Besides, this was Grayson’s family, so you wanted him to be able to make the big reveal anyhow. 

He’d decided on a scavenger hunt that Ethan helped him set up; you stayed with the girls and feigned your innocence, which almost backfired completely. 

“You seem different Y/N. Did you get new makeup or something?” Lisa asked, giving you the same suspicious look that Grayson often did.

“Um, yeah, yeah I got a new bronzer that I’m trying out.” You went along with it, hoping that if you somehow looked different she would attribute it to that.

“I thought so. Your skin is glowing!”

“Awe thank you!” You smiled, trying not to seem nervous. You’d heard of mother’s intuition, but damn. Luckily the boys returned then, sending their sister and mom on the hunt around the house. It took about 15 minutes, but finally they ended up with the card that had your most recent ultrasound photo in it. 

Lisa blubbered for a good thirty minutes, all the mixtures of emotions about becoming a grandparent coming out. She held her youngest son close for so long, and you gave them their moment by explaining all your pregnancy woes to Cameron, who was beyond excited to finally become an aunt. 

The trip only lasted a few days, but you enjoyed spending the time with Grayson’s family and watching him relax and recharge. When it was time to go and the boys were loading the rental car, Lisa pulled you aside.

“I know pregnancy can be really hard, so you just call me if you need anything, okay? Any questions, anything you need. I’ll fly out any time you need me.”

“Awe thank you Lisa,” you smiled, giving her another hug.

“No, thank you honey. You’ve made my whole family so happy, I can’t thank you enough.”

april

“I give up. I literally give up, I’m never leaving the house ever again.” You threw the shirt across the room, plopping down on the bed in defeat. Grayson spun his chair around, one ear of his headphones already off. He’d been editing, but heard you grumbling.

“What’s the matter love?”

“None of my clothes fit! I’m huge!” 

“Well first off, you’re not huge. Second, you’re growing a fricking human, so yeah your tummy is gonna get bigger. Do you want me to find you a shirt of mine?” He offered, trying his hardest to console you. You’d been pretty good at avoiding the meltdowns lately, and he wanted to keep that trend going. 

“No. I don’t wanna wear your stuff.”

“Baby. You ask me for my clothes like, every day,” he reminded you.

“Yeah. But I like having the option of wearing my clothes,” you pouted, looking at your discarded top on the ground. 

“Okay, well then why don’t we go shopping tomorrow and get you some new clothes. Okay?” 

“Okay,” you agreed. You didn’t love the idea of having to buy new clothes in bigger sizes, but you knew you’d have to do it eventually. 

“Hey, c’mere,” Gray smiled, patting his thigh. You obliged, climbing onto his lap. His hand went to your bare thighs, rubbing circles. “You’re beautiful, you know that right? Even when you don’t feel like it, I promise you that you are.” 

You blushed at that, knowing better than to argue with him. Instead, you just kissed him, fingers gentle on his cheek. 

“I love you,” you smiled against his lips. 

“I love you more. Why don’t you go take a swim, I’ll come out as soon as I finish this edit.” His suggestion was a very good one - the fourth month of pregnancy was mostly nice, but you were starting to get sore, especially your back and hips. The best relief you could find was in the pool, and you’d never been more thankful to live in California. 

You kissed him one more time before getting up and pulling out a bathing suit. He cheekily watched you change with a few side glances, making you blush even harder. 

The pool water was inviting, and you swam around for a while trying to loosen up your muscles. Then, you climbed onto a float and drifted off into a nap. A nap that was ended quite abruptly by cold water being splashed at you. 

You peeked an eye open and all you saw were red shorts. 

“Rule number one Ethan. Never wake the pregnant lady,” you grumbled.  

“I know I know, but I got you something! Look!” Ethan was beaming when your eyes finally adjusted to the sun. You had to look closely to realize that it was a pool float in his hands. Specifically, it was an avocado pool float.

“Awe, thanks E!” Even if you didn’t really understand the gesture (you had plenty of floats), you still appreciated it. 

“It’s a pregnancy one, see!?” He exclaimed, pointing out the picture on the box. Sure enough, it had a hole in the design. “So once your bump gets like, huge, you can still lay on your tummy and then your bump is like the pit!” 

He had such childish excitement that it was contagious, and you couldn’t help but laugh. You could feel the baby fluttering around in your tummy a bit as you giggled - you’d been feeling them move around some lately, though it wasn’t enough for Grayson to feel externally yet. 

“Well, if I try to blow it up I think I’ll pass out, but I wanna see what it looks like!” You grinned. He kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks, sitting on the edge of the pool and putting his feet in while he unboxed the plastic, finding the plug and beginning to blow it up. 

You watched the process, which took a good while, but it was worth the excitement on his face when he stood up and held the giant avocado up. 

“That thing is huge! How much did it even cost!?” 

Ethan was known to spend too much money on things that no one really needed.

“Doesn’t matter, happy momma happy baby, and since I did it, happy baby means I’m the favorite uncle.” 

“I think you already win favorite uncle E, but I’m sure the baby also loves the float,” you smiled as he blushed. Though he wouldn’t admit it, you could tell he was a bit nervous at the idea of becoming an uncle. Grayson was always the brother who took over when it came to kids, and Ethan felt a bit behind in that department, but you knew he was going to be great.

“Here, come try it out!” 

You waded over to the edge of the pool by Ethan, who was holding the float steady at the edge. You took his other hand and he helped pull you up. And when you laid on your stomach, you realized just how uncomfortable the other float had been.

“Holy shit, this is nice E. Thank you. You should come hang out for a while, I feel like I haven’t seen you in like a week.” 

“Lemme get changed,” Ethan smiled, letting go of the float and heading inside. It wasn’t often that you got to hang out with just Ethan anymore. He was your best friend, and you were grateful for such a strong friendship that had eventually led you to being friends (and then more) with Grayson. It was like having the best brother-sister relationship that you could imagine, with the teasing and the caring perfectly balanced. You were so excited to see him be an uncle to your kid that it wasn’t even funny. 

When he came back in his swim trunks, he had a bottle in his hands. You quirked an eyebrow at him.

“Sunscreen, you’re getting pink on your back,” he explained, walking into the water from the stairs and coming over to you. He put some in his hands and starting rubbing it on your back. The groan you let out wasn’t voluntary.

“Ew gross, wrong twin,” he teased. You flipped him off.

“Shut up, my back’s just sore, it feels nice,” you explained, relaxing. 

“Still sore huh? That sucks dude.”

“Yep, you know just trying to make room for a human in here and shit,” you chuckled. He finished putting it all on and stowed the sunscreen on the edge of the pool. The two of you talked for a while, about work and Wakeheart, new video ideas and Ethan begging for the fiftieth time for you to let him buy the baby clothes already. 

But as he was pleading his case for the baby needing a matching outfit to his, he realized that you had drifted off back to sleep. So he pulled the float over to the side of the pool, using one hand to scroll his phone and the other to push and pull it back and forth to create a sort of rocking motion that would keep you asleep. 

When Grayson came out ten minutes later, he was a bit confused at the sight. Ethan immediately turned and put a finger to his lips.

“She’s out,” he explained. Grayson smiled at that - as much shit as he could give his brother sometimes, he really did have the biggest heart.

“Thanks for taking care of her man, I’m done with the edit I can take over,” he offered. Ethan brushed him off.

“Go take a nap or something, I’ve got this.”

Though he would never admit it, he really did like taking care of you. So Grayson let him, going to catch up on some sleep on the couch with a smile on his face.

may

“You okay baby?” 

You frowned, wondering why he’d asked. Then you noticed that your knuckles were white where you were clinging to his hand. You weren’t sure why you were so nervous - it was just another ultrasound scan. Maybe it’s because of what you were finding out.

“I’m alright, just nervous. I can’t believe we’re finally finding out if it’s a boy or a girl.” You brought your other hand to your bump, rubbing gently over it. You already felt connected to the little human inside you, but the thought of knowing something else about them made you feel even closer.

“Then we can finally start shopping,” he smiled, bringing your hand up to his mouth and kissing the back of it. 

Your OB came in then, ready to begin your scan. You watched in awe as she moved the ultrasound head around, searching until a perfectly clear picture of your baby popped up. You watched their little heart flutter while Grayson watched in awe.

“Everything looks perfect, they’re growing great, got a good amount of fluid in there to swim around in. And if we can get them to turn just a little bit, I should be able to let you know if it’s a little mrs. or mr. in there. Are you all wanting to find out the sex today?” The doctor wasn’t looking at either of you, eyes focused on the screen as she spoke.

“Yeah, we wanna know, if you’re able to see.”

“Alright, well they seem pretty active so we should be able to get a good view here in a minute. Some babies start to wiggle when mama does something, is there anything you do that makes them move around more?”

“They move when I laugh, or when Grayson talks to them.”

Grayson blushed a bit at that. You’d told him over and over that when he talked to your baby, they moved around. He would talk to them every night, hands splayed across your belly, just waiting for some type of kick. And though you could feel them inside, he had yet to feel anything. 

“Why don’t you give that a try Grayson, see if they’ll move,” the doctor encouraged. 

Grayson was obviously nervous to be put on the spot - he was only used to doing this in the comfort of your room at home. He cleared his throat, leaned in close to your belly, and started to speak.

“Hey baby, it’s daddy. I know you’re probably really comfortable just chilling in there right now, but we need you to move just a little bit. Not too much, but maybe just towards me a little bit. I know, I know, it’s a lot of work, but you’re tough, you can do it.” 

You loved the way he talked to your baby, so sweet and adorable. You were enthralled with his words, almost forgetting where you were.

“Well, it looks like you two have a got a major daddy’s girl on your hands,” were the words that pulled you out of your trance. You hadn’t even felt the baby turn. 

“Girl? We’re having a girl?!” Grayson’s eyes were wide, and he had the biggest smile on his face as he looked at you.

“Looks like it. Congratulations guys! I’ll give you guys a minute and go get some of these stills printed, then you all are set to go!” The OB wiped the gel off of your tummy and gave you a warm smile.

As soon as the doctor left, Grayson pumped his fist in the air in excitement.

“I was gonna be happy either way, but I was totally pulling for a girl,” he admitted. He was beaming - you’d always known he wanted a daughter so badly. 

“And apparently she’s already a daddy’s girl. I’m in trouble,” you teased. You held your bump with both hands, looking at it in a whole new light. “Hi baby girl. Momma loves you.” 

june

You knew that this day would be hard; even harder than it had been for Grayson the last few years. So you weren’t all too surprised when you woke up to an empty bed. 

Your back was stiff as you crawled out from under the covers, and you gave yourself some time to stretch and put some sweats on before heading out to the living room. You saw the silhouette of him through the glass doors.

Grayson was in the backyard, sitting on the patio couch, staring out at the view of LA. You decided to give him a few more minutes alone, going to make the both of you a cup of coffee (yours unfortunately decaf). 

You made sure to make a little bit of noise when you opened the door, not wanting to startle him. He turned, relaxing when he realized that it was you. His eyes were puffy and red, and you knew it wasn’t from allergies. 

“Hey,” he said, throat obviously tight. “How’re my girls?”

“We’re alright. Just wanted to come check on you, see if you needed anything.” 

There wasn’t much you could say to make him feel better. Father’s day would always be very bittersweet for him. 

You’d thought about getting him a card, or a small gift that was ‘from the baby’, but you knew that the day would be so laden with emotions that you’d rather not potentially make it worse. 

You passed him the coffee as a comforting gesture, and he gratefully took it.

“I can give you some more alone time if you need, I just wanted to see if you were alright,” you offered, giving him a soft smile. Sometimes he preferred to let his emotions out by himself, and you respected that. 

“Stay please. And thank you, for the coffee.” He patted the seat next to him and you sat down, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. He leaned into you, and it wasn’t long until the shaking started. It was like the sobs were being ripped out of him, and it physically pained you to see him hurting. You did all that you could, pressing kisses to his skin and holding him as close as your bump would let you until the tears finally started to let up.

You wiped away what was left on his cheeks when he sat up to get some air, and he laid the weight of his head in your palm, obviously exhausted.

“I just miss my dad,” were his only words, and you swore you felt your heart crack right down the middle.

“I know baby. I’m so sorry.” 

“I have so many questions for him, about being a dad, and raising a daughter. And I know he would have been so excited to be a grandpa. I wonder if he would have wanted her to call him grandpa, or poppy. And now she won’t even have one,” he said, a fresh batch of tears coming to the surface. 

“He’s still her grandpa baby. I know he’s not here, and god I wish he was. But she’s gonna know about her poppy Sean, and what an amazing person he was. We’re gonna tell her stories, and show her pictures, and she’s gonna see all of his best qualities in you. You’re going to be an amazing dad, because you had an amazing example.” The words came spilling out of you, just like the tears came spilling down for both of you. 

Coffee cups discarded somewhere close by, he took your hips in his hands and pulled you onto his lap. He buried his face in your neck and you held him tightly, running your fingers through his hair. When he moved up to your shoulder, you felt him press a few kisses to your skin - a silent thank you. 

“You really think I’m gonna be a good dad? You’re not just saying that?” His voice was muffled against your skin. 

“I honestly think that you’re going to be the best. And I’m not just saying that, I swear.”

“But why? Why do you have so much faith in me? I have no idea what I’m doing.”

“Neither do I. I’ve got motherly instinct to go on, and some babysitting, and that’s it. And I know you think you have no idea how to take care of a kid, but I know that you’re going to love her, and you’re going to protect her, and those are the most important things you can do. You already love her so much,” you explained.

There was an odd sensation in your tummy just then, and you gasped at it. It was new, a slow dramatic motion, and as you looked down you could actually see your skin moving. The movement tracked down the top of your bump and towards your belly button, which was pressed against Grayson. You didn’t have to ask - you knew he had felt it.

“Was that...”

“That was all her,” you assured him. You recognized the feeling as her stretching, but you realized quickly that it was the first time he’d actually felt her move. His hands moved to spread across your bump, the sadness that had been on his face now replaced with awe.

You both watched closely, waiting to see if she would do it again. You felt it first.

“She’s moving, she’s moving again, right here.” You took his hand and moved it to the right place, just in time for him to feel her kick. He looked up to you with wide eyes.

“Holy shit! I actually felt that! Does she do that all the time?” 

“She’s been doing it a lot more lately. Guess she’s trying to make more room. I swear, she really does move around a lot more when you’re talking to her.”

Something about his voice made her decide to do flips all the time. Most the time it was fine, though sometimes it would be a bit sharp if her little feet or elbows found a rib. You’d never tell him that though - watching his face light up was worth any kick.

“Hey baby girl. Whatcha doin’ in there, huh? You showin’ off?” His voice softened every time he spoke to her, and your heart softened with it. On cue, she kicked again, right into his hand. 

“No way! That’s so cool! Does it hurt?”

“Not unless she catches an organ or a bone,” you teased, loving how excited he was, and grateful that he was finally getting to experience this. It went on for another hour, both of you enthralled to see how she moved. 

“I think she’s saying happy father’s day,” you said at one point, not thinking it through. But to your relief Grayson was beaming proudly at your words. 

july

You spotted the glitter from across the store, and immediately started shaking your head. 

“No. Absolutely not,” you protested as the boys approached you. Whatever it was in their hands, you weren’t going to let them buy it.

“But baby, look. It has ruffles on the butt,” Grayson explained, holding it up. It was a bright pink glittery onesie, that did indeed have ruffles on the butt of it. 

“I am not putting my daughter in that.”

“I mean, Gray and I both want it. So technically you’re outnumbered,” Ethan countered, quirking an eyebrow.

“Well I’m growing her butt with my own body, so technically I get to decide that I’m not putting ruffles on it,” you mocked, eyes narrowing. He backed off, knowing better than to mess with you. 

“What if we got one that wasn’t so bright? They have non-glittery ones,” Grayson offered. You always softened up when he suggested things, and looking at how small the newborn clothes looked in his hands had you in a puddle. 

“Non glitter would be... better.” You said, still a bit suspicious. 

It wasn’t that you were totally against girly clothes - you just thought all the baby boy clothes were so much cuter. Who wanted unicorn onesies when you could get some with jungle animals, or sea creatures? You’d found yourself wandering over to the boys section more and more, picking out little hoodies and things with simple patterns. 

Grayson took you to the ruffle butt section, and you had to admit the ones in more neutral colors were quite cute. You picked out a few with him, and then it was like his eyes glazed over. 

“Oh my god,” he said, head falling back a bit before coming back up to a pout he only got when he saw something too adorable. You followed him over to the sundress section where Ethan was already holding up a tiny little dress with sunflowers on it. Even you had to admit, it was adorable.

“I love it, but she’s due in September. I don’t want her to be cold,” you sighed, hand going to your tummy. You’d started to feel more and more protective of her recently. 

“We’ll buy her a little jacket or something.” 

You weren’t surprised that the next 30 minutes (and $300 most likely) were spent in the dress section. You decided to let the boys have their fun - you knew you’d be the one dressing her more often than not, so you could put her in whatever you wanted. 

When you got back home, you headed to the nursery, which was really starting to come together. The boys were putting in so much work to make it perfect, and it made you so happy. There was a crib that Grayson had built, and tested about twenty times as well. You’d assured him that it didn’t need to hold 200 pounds, but he was very proud that it passed the test of him laying in it.

“What if she gets scared and needs me to sleep in there with her!?” was his main argument for that one, and you couldn’t fault him. 

They’d painted the walls a dark gray with a few pops of light purple. There was a changing table and dresser built by Grayson as well, though right now you were focused on the closet as you put her clothes away. 

“I can’t believe she’s gonna be here in like, two months,” Grayson mumbled as he hung a tiny dress up on a hanger. He was moving the delicate straps by pinching them with his fingers, which was somehow more adorable than the dress itself. 

“I know, it’s crazy. Not gonna lie though, this bump is getting a little heavy. I wouldn’t mind her getting here a little sooner,” you sighed, leaning slightly to try to relieve some pressure on your back. Standing all day in the stores had your ankles swollen and your back screaming. 

“Hey, I got this. Why don’t you go lay down, I’ll give you a massage when I’m done okay?” 

You balked a bit at that. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust him - he was perfectly capable of unpacking baby clothes. But your nesting instincts were coming in hard these days, and you were very particular about anything nursery or baby related. 

“I...”

“Color order, and separate it by type of clothes and sizes, I know. Onesies in the drawer, plain on the left and cute on the right. Plus, you’re probably going to rearrange it all next week anyways.” Grayson reassured you, checking all the boxes you didn’t even have to say.

“You’re the best,” you smiled, standing on your tip toes to kiss him - the bump was getting in the way these days. 

“I know,” he joked. “Now go lay down.”

You did as he said, and he was unsurprised to find you asleep in bed when he got back a mere twenty minutes later. The sight of you curled up on your side, cradling your bump, made him smile. 

He helped get you changed into pajamas - you grumbled a bit as he moved your limbs, but you didn’t wake all the way up. 

Then, he moved to your ankles, rubbing at the puffiness to try and get it to reabsorb - he’d looked up the best massages for pregnant women months ago, but they were really starting to come in handy now. By the time he got to your back, you were humming at the sensation, somewhere between dreams and bliss. 

“Thank you,” you mumbled. Grayson wasn’t sure if you even knew you said it.

He smiled, leaning down to kiss your forehead, then your bump. “Anything for my girls.”

august

You’d resorted to pool noodle violence, seeing that you were quite slow even in the water. You brought it down as hard as you could on Ethan first, then on Grayson. 

“Enough!” you yelled, exasperated. The boys stopped in their tracks - they’d been wrestling and bickering about something for a while now, and you were annoyed. Not because they were arguing, but because the baby was doing all sorts of flips and kicks to the sounds of their voices. She had always responded to Grayson’s voice the most, but apparently Ethan’s was similar enough that he got the same response. Which meant them arguing was actually quite painful.

“If this baby kicks me in the ribs one more time because of you two, I swear,” you grumbled, rubbing over your sore stomach. 

“Sorry, I keep forgetting,” Ethan apologized, giving you a look of sympathy. 

“Sorry baby,” Grayson sighed, coming over to the edge of the pool where you were. It didn’t matter what you did these days - you were just uncomfortable. Your bump was huge, and you felt like a whale day in and day out. It was making you grumpy, and you hated it.

“No, I’m sorry. She just won’t stop kicking. Like girlfriend, you’ve gotta chill out,” you gestured to your bump, making both of them chuckle.

“You be nice to your momma, so that she’ll be nice to your uncle E,” Ethan said to your bump. “Oh my god, I wonder if she’s gonna get us confused.”

“No. She’s gonna know exactly who I am,” Grayson argued, a bit peeved. 

“What if she likes me better?” Ethan prodded, trying to get more of a reaction as he often did. 

“Hey. She’s still trying out for the world cup over here, whisper if you’re gonna talk,” you grumbled, pressing on the side of your bump to try and soothe the pain. Grayson’s hand replaced yours, rubbing soft soothing circles. 

“I bet she’s kicking cause she thinks you’re annoying, like her dad does,” Grayson retorted, smirking a bit. It would have been a good comeback if he didn’t have to whisper it.

“I’m gonna be her favorite, cause I get to be the fun uncle,” Ethan countered quietly with a wicked smile. 

“You both have useless nipples, therefore I’m pretty sure I’m going to be the favorite for a good 6 months at least,” you chimed in, defeating both of their arguments. “Now then, I’m getting pruny, I’m going in.”

Before you could protest, Grayson had already pushed himself up and out at the edge of the pool, coming to help you up. He wasn’t letting you out of his sight for even a second these days. He was afraid you were going to go into labor and he wasn’t going to be there. 

The closer your due date got, the less worried you were. It confused Gray - he figured you’d be anxious about the delivery, the labor, all of it. But you were just excited to meet your little girl. You both hadn’t picked out a name yet - all you knew was that you wanted it to be strong, and have meaning. You were going to wait until you saw her face to fully decide.

Caught up in your thoughts, you didn’t even realize that you’d made the turn into the nursery instead of into your room. It was a bit hard to believe that you were going to have a baby of your own living in here in just a few short weeks. 

“Do you wanna go back through your hospital bag and make sure we have everything?” Grayson’s voice came from behind you. 

You shook your head with a soft smile. 

“Oh. Do you wanna rearrange again?” You could tell he was a bit more hesitant on that one - you’d asked him to move the furniture around at least twice already this week. You couldn’t help the hormones, but you did feel bad for him. 

“No, I think it’s perfect. Just picturing her in here,” you explained, taking his hands in yours. 

“How are you not freaking out? Are you not nervous at all?” 

“A little I guess. But I’m more excited,” you smiled.

“I’m terrified,” Grayson admitted a bit sheepishly. 

“What’s got you so worried?” You wanted him to talk about it, mainly so you could try to figure out a way to help.

“I just want everything to go smoothly. My delivery didn’t go well, and I don’t want anything to go wrong with ours. Plus, I really, really, don’t wanna see you in pain. That’s gonna be really hard.” 

“I’m pretty tough,” you teased, trying to address the only thing that you could actually comfort him about. 

“Hell of a lot tougher than me, I know that for sure. Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For carrying our kid. I haven’t thanked you enough for the sacrifice of it. You’ve given your body up for so long, so thank you.” He was looking down at your bump now, hands rubbing over the skin. 

“Best thing we’ve ever done,” you smiled, pulling him closer to kiss him, though you both had to lean a bit. “Though I’m not gonna lie, it’ll be nice when I can actually kiss you normally again,” you teased.

“I’m pretty sure the baby will be stealing most of the kisses from me,” Gray said. 

“Not all of them,” you assured him, leaning to kiss him again.

september 3rd, 3am

Grayson had passed behind you at least ten times. You watched him in the mirror with a bit of a smirk. You were brushing your teeth, breathing deeply through your nose as a contraction started. 

“Are they close together? Oh god, I’m supposed to be timing them, shit, okay, hold on,” he mumbled, heading back towards the room again. You caught his hand, holding him there while you spit out your toothpaste and rinsed your mouth.

“Baby. Relax.”

“Relax? How are you so calm right now!? Aren’t you like, contracting?” His eyes were wide, panicked. You knew the only way to get him calm was to stay calm yourself.

“I mean yeah,” you shrugged. Right now, it was no worse than bad period cramps. You weren’t going to freak out - waking up to your water breaking wasn’t exactly your plan, but you were more excited than anything. 

Grayson packed the car while you brushed your hair, and he came back in to walk you to the car. He held your hand for the whole drive, bringing your intertwined digits up to kiss the back of your hand any time you tensed up with a contraction. There was luckily no traffic at 3am, and the drive to the hospital was easy enough. 

Ethan was at home, in charge of letting everyone know that it was time, and getting Lisa and Cameron when they made it into town. So it was just you and Grayson, and you loved it, even though he was freaking out. 

You got checked in and taken up to your room. Grayson was at your bedside, hand in yours from the moment you got settled with your IV. The nurse was sweet as she came in to give you your first exam. It wasn’t comfortable, but you hadn’t expected it to be.

“Well momma, look at you! Already 4 centimeters dilated! If you keep up this pace, you’re gonna be holding that baby girl in no time! Around what time did you say that your water broke?”

“Around 2:45 this morning,” you said.

“Wow. You really are moving along quickly, especially for a first time momma. I’ll come check you again in about a half hour, and we’ll see how you’re feeling okay?” 

“Sounds good, thank you,” you offered her a smile as she headed out. 

When you looked back over, Grayson’s eyes were on your face. 

“Looks like things are gonna go pretty smooth,” you wiggled your eyebrows at him, just trying to make him laugh. He smiled, shaking his head. 

“You’re insane,” was all he could say.

“Hey, I told you I was tough! And I’m sure it’s going to get a lot worse from here,” you reminded him. 

“I was fully prepared for you to be screaming in pain. And you’re just here, hanging out like nothing’s happening!” He was exasperated. 

“Screaming isn’t really my style. Well, I guess it is sometimes,” you winked at him. 

“You are not making sex jokes right now.” He had the biggest smile now, which was all you wanted. Another contraction hit then, low in your back. You sucked in a deep breath, squeezing on Grayson’s hand as it came through. You breathed your way through it, trying to get a rhythm down that you knew you could keep going. They’ll pass. They come and then they pass was going to be your mindset for the rest of the time. 

And it worked. Each time a contraction came you closed your eyes and breathed deep, focusing on the sensation of the air coming in your nose and out over your lips. The only other sensation you were willing to acknowledge was Grayson’s hand in yours, his lips on your forehead, the sweet encouragements he was whispering in your ear. 

And they got worse. Much worse. The nurse came and checked you often, reassuring you that things were moving well. It was a few hours later and you were already at 8 centimeters. 

“I haven’t seen a first time mom move this quickly through labor in a long, long time. Whatever you’re doing, it’s working,” the doctor said when she checked you. 

“But that’s okay right? It’s not bad that it’s going fast right?” Grayson was immediately concerned.

“No, no problems at all. Less time in labor means less stress on mom and baby, so better all around. You’re a natural Y/N, I’ll give you that,” she smiled. “I’d say we’re gonna be pushing in the next hour or so.”

“Sounds great.” You gave her a soft smile, trying with all your might to be pleasant. Your hips were on fire, like you’d been holding a wide squat for the last 3 hours. You knew it was just everything widening, but damn did it hurt. 

“You’re doing amazing baby, you’re so strong.” Grayson’s words came at the right time. 

“I think I’m ready to be done now,” you laughed a bit, and it was the first time you’d felt any self pity the whole time. But you were tired, and you knew that pushing was supposed to be the worst part of the whole thing. You weren’t sure you were as ready for that as you thought you were. 

“I know baby, I wish I could make it better. But you’re gonna have your daughter in your arms so soon, and it’s all gonna be worth it,” he reminded you. His face was laced with sympathy as he leaned in to kiss you. 

It was enough encouragement to help you through, though you weren’t as quiet as you had been. Each contraction was longer, and closer together now. You were groaning a bit at the pain, trying to keep it under control as you had before, but it was getting harder. 

The time crawled by, and you shed a few happy tears when the doctor came back in and told you that it was time for you to push. 

It was a bit of a blur from there, all guttural instinct and people counting and breathing. The only anchor you had was Grayson, who kept himself in your view the whole time, encouraging you and letting you know you were close, that it was almost over. 

And then you heard it. A loud cry, a bit of a gurgle at first, and then clear as day.

Your baby girl was here. 

The nurses were wiping her off just a tiny bit, and then she was there in your arms, on your chest. 

“Hi baby girl, hi sweetheart,” you cooed, wrapping her up in your arms. The tears were streaming now, and you looked up at Grayson. He was crying too, a look of pride and happiness that you’d never seen on his face before. 

“Congratulations, she’s beautiful! Dad, you wanna cut the cord?” 

“Yeah, yeah,” Grayson’s voice was rough as he moved to help, cutting the cord where the doctor’s clamped it off. You were mesmerized by your little angel’s face - she had Grayson’s nose and lips, you could tell already. 

“Hi pretty girl, it’s momma. Welcome to the world,” you said, running a finger over her tiny nose. 

“Alright momma, you catch your breath, we’re gonna get her cleaned up and swaddled okay?” The nurse gave you the warning before going to take her off your chest. You let her, and then you looked at Grayson. He was obviously torn, looking between you and your daughter. 

“Go, go with her,” you encouraged him. You relaxed back into the bed, body spent entirely, but eyes wide open as you watched what was unfolding, trying to ignore everything that was happening with you, from delivering the placenta to the clean up. 

They weighed her first - 6 pounds and 2 ounces - and then you watched as they wrapped her up and put a tiny hat on her head. The nurse turned and placed her in Grayson’s arms. His eyes went wide for a moment in nervous panic, and then he settled as she fit perfectly in his arms. His tears flowed freely as he looked down at her in awe.

“Hi precious. It’s daddy, yeah, it’s daddy,” he cooed, and you swore you’d never been more in love with him in your whole life. He walked slowly back over to you, leaning down and lowering her back into your arms. You scooted over as best you could, and Grayson got the hint, helping you move over with his free arm and climbing into the bed next to you. 

You took her in your arms like you’d done it a thousand times before. She was peaceful there on your skin, content and happy. Her eyes opened a bit as you held her close, Grayson’s hand behind her head. 

“She’s perfect. You did so good,” Grayson praised, running a thumb over her soft hair.

Gazing at her face, you knew that the name you’d secretly been considering was perfect. 

“Bailey. I wanna name her Bailey. After you. And I want her middle name to be Shawn, after her poppy. We can spell it s-h-a-w-n, or s-e-a-n, either way,” you said, looking up at Grayson.

His tears were enough of an answer. 

“Bailey Shawn Dolan. I love it. It’s perfect,” he smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. You weren’t sure how long you sat there with them. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew that there was much to come. Ethan, and Lisa and Cameron would be there soon. There would be more nurses, a lactation specialist, doctors. But right now, all you could do was watch little Bailey breathe, and be grateful for the perfect little family that you had. 

[sunpopz]

'til death do us part

pairing: jaehyun x afab!reader word count: 4.8k contains: phone sex, stoner!jaehyun, toxic relationship, like he's genuinely manipulative im srs this is kinda dark (lots of possessiveness + obsessive behavior), smut, mutual masturbation, pillow humping, some fluff, angst, unreliable narrator, short descriptions of exhibitionism, nonsexual dominance summary: your full-blown attachment to jaehyun makes itself known when he has to leave for a week, and you pretty much lose your mind. you call it love, but maybe that's only because you don't have another word for it. a/n: this took me forever to finish and it's only 4.8k words *~* pls leave me feedback or let me know if i should add/remove any warnings!

everything happened so fast.

it all started at a get-together your friend jennie hosted one weekend; introducing you to people she was closer with to make you feel more comfortable in a foreign city. you weren’t expecting the large crowd at her beach house, though it made sense that someone with a modeling career had so many connections. having met her through the most random interaction (you stupidly left your purse in a grocery basket and she chased you down in the parking lot, then you talked for like twenty minutes about the city because you asked for directions to the best furniture store), you had no idea that she was such a big deal with so much importance tied to her name. the two of you had exchanged numbers and she helped you unpack one day, inviting you to her “chill version of a party” (her words) as she handed you boxes.

the house itself was beautifully decorated and spacious. with the beach only a couple hundred meters away, the ocean air drafted in through open doors and windows, giving the atmosphere a sense of playfulness. it had honestly been a great time, you having stayed from start to finish thanks to everyone’s welcoming energy. people put in the effort to remember your name and include you in conversations, told you stories, offered you drinks, even invited you to other events.

after all the food, drinks, and board games were packed up and almost everyone left, it was just you, jennie, and a few other people scattered in the master bedroom upstairs. the air from the window was a bit breezy by then and jennie lied on her back with her head hanging off the end of one of the two beds, drunk. she was talking upside down, slurred, to a trio of girls sitting on the floor, who you’d learned weren’t from here either; old friends who’d stopped at her house to spend the night while traveling.

on the other bed were you and a guy you’d learned was named jaehyun, someone you met early on in the party but didn’t interact with directly up until now. he was sitting against the headboard, comfy with his hoodie over his head and his hands in his pockets. you sat facing him with crossed legs next to his outstretched ones, playing with your fingers.

both of you were high, bong forgotten about on the bedside table as you talked endlessly about nothing important. after stealing glances at each other all day, sitting in a bed with him in the now quiet (save for the low music still coming from the bluetooth speaker) house reminded you of your late teen years where you’d hang out with a boy you like without your parents knowledge.

“mm.. i think i’ll just let you guess,” jaehyun said, amusement clear in his voice. “whenever i tell a girl my sign she gets all weird about it.”

“so you’re a scorpio.” you deadpanned. the two of you had been jumping from random topic to random topic and eventually landed on the inevitable zodiac sign conversation, jaehyun playfully rolling his eyes the second you asked his.

he shook his head slowly. “nah.”

“uhm. pisces?”

“nope.”

you gave him a slow once over, racking your brain for all the star sign related things you’d read online. they say aries’ have strong eyebrows right? his weren’t very strong.. not that you knew what that even meant. he had dimples. do dimples mean anything? you thought anyone could have dimples. you were studying the shape of his lips for a little too long when the corner of his mouth lifted up.

“you give up?”

you were honestly ready to move on to something else, your fuzzy brain refusing to think deeply about anything of depth right now. all you’d really been paying attention to the past hour was how attractive jaehyun was, his face stopping your train of thought like this multiple times already. you just shrugged and nodded.

he took a long look at your facial features before saying anything. “aquarius.”

your eyebrows raised. “that makes a lot of sense, actually.”

“oh, here we go,” his eyeroll was playful, but it still made you feel like you had to be defensive. not because you were being truthful, but because this conversation felt structured from the start. just words and sentences to fill time until the tension got the best of you.

“i’m serious! that would’ve been my next guess,” your hands raised a bit along with the pitch of your voice to convince him. he just laughed and shook his head.

you couldn’t remember what it was like to get to know someone you had a crush on. your past relationships all went by in a blur; one damaged person meeting another damaged person and fighting more for the idea of love than love itself, ultimately causing more problems than solutions. you pushed it all away.

a moment of comfortable silence passed where you two just existed in each other’s very welcome presence, jaehyun letting his head fall back on the headboard lightly with his eyes closed. you stared at the column of his neck, then started to notice the ache in your knees from sitting cross legged for so long. you decided to stretch your legs out parallel to him, hands planted behind you to hold yourself up. you were both admittedly pretty tired from the day’s events, the weed not really helping with that.

jaehyun opened his eyes and peered down to where your legs lied next to his, then trailed his eyes slowly up your body, stopping at your face. you quirked an eyebrow.

he stared for a moment before speaking. “you don’t wanna come up here?”

your heart skipped. ‘up here’ like up next to him? you’d caught on quickly that jaehyun was a man of few words, nearly soft-spoken, but he knew how to make the words count. nuance and intent was always transparent in what he was saying, and in this case the look on his face and tone of his voice was just flirtatious.

you titled your head. “is that normally how you ask for things you want, jaehyun?”

he smiled, quick, big and sheepish, obviously not expecting that response. the energy the two of you shared had gone from curious to flirty throughout the entire time you’d sat here talking, but this was the first time he vocally made it known he wanted to be closer to you. the break in tension was coming closer.

“alright, then. can you please come sit next to me?” he asked with a mock pout. you rolled your eyes.

“only because you asked so nicely.”

when you settled yourself beside him, he let his arm wrap around your shoulder and suddenly you felt surrounded by him. his warmth, his smell.. that bubbling feeling in your gut intensified and you were reminded how much you missed this kind of intimacy.

out of impulse (that you wouldn’t have acted on if it weren’t for your current state of mind), you snuggled up to his side as close as possible, letting yourself melt into him. jaehyun watched you shift onto your side and place your hand on his chest with a knowing smile on his face, finding your need to be closer adorable. you really wanted to let your leg rest on top of his, but you felt it was too intimate and didn’t want to scare him away.

of course, though, he noticed the way your knee subtly rubbed against the side of his leg and took it upon himself to grab your thigh and move it over his own. now with his body almost between yours, you felt your face go hot and tried to hide a smile with a bite of your lip. jaehyun chuckled.

“aw, don’t get all shy on me now,” he teased, and you rolled your eyes again, pretending the rumble of his voice from this close didn’t affect you. something about jaehyun was entrancing; the conversation you guys just had being nothing but the typical stupid flirty small talk, zero substance, yet it was enough to leave you breathless in his presence.

you started running your finger along his chest where your hand lied, just to do something, then felt the very subtle dips of his abs through the fabric of his hoodie. you weren’t sure if your mind was playing tricks on you, so you ended up rubbing your whole palm on him with more pressure to confirm. “woah, you’re ripped.”

he laughed at your observation, airily. you felt the vibration on your hand and your heartbeat quickened. the air was suddenly hot and the tension between you two was thick, your mind now forced to stay focused on the hot man next to you. your finger continued to trail along his abdomen while his hand rubbed your thigh.

“that feels nice,” jaehyun praised. it was hushed, like he only wanted you to hear, and you felt yourself go from wet to soaking.

feeling ecouraged, you slowly let your finger run a little lower to his stomach. at this point, you were just being indulgent with the permission he gave you to feel him up and be in his space, mind ran by nothing but lust. never had you ever done something like this with someone the day you met them, but jaehyun was just irresistible.

he tensed under you as your finger traveled lower on his stomach. you stopped and looked up at him with glazed eyes, feeling brave. he looked zoned out when you spoke. “i hear aquarius’ are good in bed.”

he bit his lip, wetting it and letting it go. “really?”

“no. i actually don’t know shit about astrology.”

he kissed you then, deep and hard, his hand gripping your thigh. you took a second to reciprocate due to the shock of it all, but once you did it wasn’t like any kiss you’d experienced before.

your ex’s and flings kissed you like they had to, like they were finishing a routine, or like they were thinking too hard about it. jaehyun kissed you like he needed to, like he had something to prove, equally giving and taking. as much as you hated to admit it at the time, you knew the moment he kissed you that this- he was something you needed in your life regularly.

your hands reached for his hair and pulled him closer, deeper, and he moved himself to hover over you. his hand found your boob over your shirt, rushed like he’d been thinking about grabbing it already. your head was spinning at the feeling of his soft yet firm body above yours, the heat between the two of you rising rapidly and desperately. he involved his tongue and you moaned, softly, at the smooth slide of it against your own.

“okayy! time for you two to get a room,” jennie interrupted from the other bed, clapping once with her outburst and startling you both away from each other’s faces. “there’s plenty of them, choose any. it was cute at first but it’s getting gross now.”

that night he’d fucked you good and deep in the guest room downstairs, hand over your mouth to keep from disturbing the other people in the house. he kept telling you how hot you were as if it were a secret he needed to get off his chest, then made you cum twice before he came himself (though it was only seconds after you; the mix of the sporadic clenching around him and your whining was too overwhelming). and then he ate you after. you felt like you were in heaven.

the two of you had become inseparable after that. it started out as the average friends with benefits relationship until it became unbearable to pretend not to have feelings for each other. eventually you announced you were dating, to which your friends were already aware of.

most of your time was spent together, one of you tagging along whenever the other went out, sometimes even for things like trips to the bank or grocery shopping. your lives revolved around each other. your friends thought it was almost fake; the same question of “can jaehyun come?” or “you mind if i bring y/n?” whenever either of you were invited somewhere seemed like a cinematic level of infatuation.

it was also cute, though, how you just clicked. if someone told you your soulmate was gonna be a stoner you met through a party at your supermodel friend’s beach house, who also argued with you about whether or not mermaids were real, you would’ve laughed in their face. but the speed of which you fell for each other took you by surprise. jaehyun could say the same, having never felt that insistent curiosity and endearment towards someone he just hooked up with before, let alone for that long.

your favorite thing about the relationship, though, was the sex. it was always passionate and eventful, the two of you getting off on each other’s pleasure. the average person would expect such a thing from such a good-looking couple, and maybe the knowledge of that added to the confidence in bed, or maybe it was jaehyun’s nonstop praise, because you’d tried things with him that you would’ve never considered doing before you met him. he had you bent over random surfaces, using toys you’d never seen before, and sometimes roleplaying in sexy costumes from amazon. in an alternate world you’ve been a cop who handcuffed and fucked him, a cat girl who got handcuffed and fucked, an evil witch who slipped a love potion in his drink… it got pretty creative sometimes. you loved every second of it.

one of your friends asked you what falling in love felt like, her eyes staring dreamily at a framed picture of you and jaehyun in your livingroom. she said people always explained it as something slow, conscious, and irresistible. you’d argue that it feels more like randomly slamming your face into concrete.

truthfully, you felt like you were doing something wrong from the moment it started. you could admit jaehyun held the ropes from the beginning, subconsciously teaching you vague clingy and possessive behavior in the small things he’d say. his words felt calculated, short, implying that he’d be the most important thing in your life if you really loved him. but he never really said that. you just knew, because that’s what you were to him. his religion, his muse.

while at times, it felt like a pile of mud with a shiny bow on top, you were working out just fine. more good than bad, the two of you, in your own little world, disgustingly in love.

so when jaehyun had to leave the city for an event with his family, you didn’t know what to do with yourself.

it was his cousin’s wedding, so it was important, but you couldn’t stop the longing for him during the week he was gone. only a week, he kept reminding you, but after so much time with him consistently attached to your hip, it felt like a month.

jaehyun was staying at a rented mansion with the rest of his large family, so he had his own room in it’s own area. the two of you facetimed daily, once for the entire day because he had the time to, him lying in bed watching you do your daily tasks around the house while you talked your ass off about everything he was missing back home. he had a puppy with him then, his relatives dog, who he’d brought in the room specifically to see your reaction (and wasn’t disappointed - you squealed and baby talked to her the entire time).

you were satisfied when you went to bed that night, having taken a long hot shower and lit candles a while after you hung up to keep your energy light and happy. you were snuggled in your blankets with the lights off, scrolling through social media and ready to fall asleep when your phone rang.

you smiled to yourself upon seeing the ‘JAEEE <33’ on your screen, heartwarming when putting him on speaker and setting your phone on the bed.

“you miss me already?”

“you’re sexy as fuck, you know that?”

you froze, not at all expecting his voice to have an edge to it, let alone the words he spoke. the compliment sunk in as it dawned on you that he was horny, his voice only ever sounding like that when he wanted you. you shifted your whole body to face your phone and snuggled into yourself closer, fully engaging in what he had to say. “well, i do now.”

he laughed that kind of laugh he does when he’s also shaking his head, almost condescending, but not serious. your heart ached; you missed seeing it in person. “you already knew. i tell you all the time.”

“then why ask a question you already know the answer to?,” your head tilted, as if he could see you, feeling playful. challenging. “you gonna ask me if i love you next?”

“do you?”

“you just wanna hear me say it.”

he scoffed. you heard movement on the other side, fabric against fabric, and assumed he was moving around in his bed. you couldn’t really understand why he called you again at this time, your calls usually happening during the day, but it didn’t bother you. you stopped thinking about it the moment he started talking, actually.

“you wanna know what i’m thinking about?,” he asked after the movement stopped, and you hummed a yes. “when we first met, you said something to me. do you remember what it was?”

“can you stop asking questions and just tell me what you’re gonna say?”

he sighed in faux disappointment. moments like this were one of the reasons you fell for jaehyun, him adding flavor to your relationship through surprises and spontaneity, placing pretty bandaids over wounds. he wanted you to play along with whatever game this was, as usual, but you were more curious about where he was going with it.

a moment passed before he continued. “you said something like, ‘is that how you ask for things jaehyun?’. it was hot. just couldn’t get over how good it sounds when you say my name.”

oh, okay. so he was really horny. you grew hot at the words he was saying, rubbing your legs together subconsciously, fidgeting. you wanted to say something snarky back, maybe make a comment about the way he mocked your voice, but he knew how to render you speechless too well. all you could do was let out a whiney “jae…”

“fuck, yeah. like that.”

it occurred to you that he was definitely jerking off.

you heard a very faint flapping noise come through, it speeding up with his words, and felt embarrassed that you didn’t notice sooner. the timing, his voice, how he asked questions instead of telling you things straight forward. it was as if he couldn’t think straight and needed help filling in his sentences.

some silence passed. you reached your hand down your pajama shorts and rubbed at your clit through your underwear, staring at the screen. this wasn’t how you expected this call to go at all.. but why wouldn’t it have? it was late and 5 days into the dreadfully long week. if he hadn’t called you with his hand on his dick, you probably would’ve initiated it yourself.

“keep talking.”

jaehyun huffed a laugh. “you should’ve seen my cousin’s faces when i showed them pictures of you. they were in shock. that’s how sexy you are.”

you moaned softly at his words. something you learned about jaehyun was how much he talks during sex, contrasting with how he usually keeps his thoughts to himself. it’s like a dam breaks loose once the pleasure hits and it’s one of your favorite things, listening to him tell you everything he adores about you, usually with his hand around your throat or your eyes glistening up at him while you take him in your mouth. this was new territory, though, phone sex not even being a thought before this night.

“you’re even hotter, though,” you breathed. you felt compelled to spin the narrative of the conversation on it’s head and compliment him instead, still not used to the unconditional affirmations jaehyun threw at you, even with it being something he does 80% of the time. “just being in the corner store with you sometimes.. people stare. and they don’t even know what’s underneath your clothes. they’d have a heart attack.”

“they’re staring at you, too, you know,” and just like that. it’s back to you. “you just can’t tell.”

you should’ve known your attempt to steer away would’ve been useless.

you ignored the statement, continuing what you were saying before. “i think the best part about it is knowing they’ll never have you. every person in the room has to watch us walk in and out together, wishing they were in our shoes, wishing they knew what it was like to be with us. for like, at least five minutes we occupy people’s minds. just as fantasies.”

“fuck, agreed. you said it perfectly.”

maybe people would think the two of you were conceited if they heard how you talked to each other, but no one else was in the relationship. they didn’t matter. they never did; not when you not-so-secretly foot-fucked him under tables at dinners or when you detached yourselves from events altogether, staying with the crowd until you got tired of it and wanted to separate.

it couldn’t have been healthy, you admitted to yourself. it honestly wasn’t even a matter of admitting anything to yourself; you knew it wasn’t healthy. jaehyun and his love was truly like a drug, in the best and worst ways. none of the judgmental stares or the whispered complaints around you mattered because all you needed was him, even if being with him as often as you were meant neglecting other responsibilities in your life here and there.

but it wasn’t like you were stupid. just in love with both him and love itself, something you hadn’t experienced in full until you met him. you hoped this period of your lives only boiled down into something less intense rather than turning sour, but even that wasn’t a thought you let sit for long. you knew it wasn’t likely.

you had already slid your hand under the waistband of your underwear and began to finger yourself when jaehyun spoke again.

“shit, i can hear how wet your pussy is.”

your mouth fell open a bit when you moaned this time. “only for you.”

“i know, baby,” he cooed, reassuring. “only for me.”

short gasps turned into whines, reciprocated through grunts in your phone’s glitchy speaker. you lied on your stomach, grabbed a pillow, and placed it between your legs. you moaned high when you humped down on it, slow and hard. “i really wish you were here..”

jaehyun moaned at your words. “can’t take care of yourself when i’m not around? are you that far gone?”

and there it was. amongst the long list of things he’d say to you in bed to get you going, telling you you’re useless without him was at the very top. you were that far gone, actually. you couldn’t remember how to navigate life without him next to you, and it had been driving you more nuts than his absense itself. since when were you a codependent person? you didn’t really know who you were anymore after being with jaehyun, but again it didn’t matter. he made you happy.

“you know i am,” you whispered.

he laughed.

after a few minutes of whimpering while humping your pillow and listening to jaehyun curse, nothing was enough, so he asked you to turn your camera on. you reached to your phone and facetimed him with shaky fingers, propping it in front of your face.

the look on his face when he loaded in was straight up lustful, and you watched him groan in reaction to your expression. you realized then how erotic you looked, eyebrows furrowed and mouth agape, eyes big and pleading with your cheek pressed into the sheets. almost just how he liked you, your usual dumb brain and whiney wet mouth coming a lot sooner when he was actually with you.

“love seeing you like this,” his handsome face distanced from the screen as he angled his phone lower to show you how he was touching himself, hard dick pulled out from his sweats and a hand wrapped around it loosely, tugging repeatedly. “look what you’re doing to me. let me see the rest of you, baby.”

your eyes fluttered shut at the pet name. you slipped your shorts off in the process of shifting your phone to display most of your body and jaehyun cursed under his breath, his voice farther away now.

you were able to think clearer this way, feeling less scrutinized without your focus being directly on each other’s faces. you felt good right now. really good, actually, pleasure making it’s way through you and settling in the marrow of your bones, but feeling good didn’t last forever. it never did, especially when jaehyun wasn’t there next to you for days. especially when at the end of the day you were only you, and jaehyun was only jaehyun, and separation was possible. you couldn’t bear the thought that you were living proof of that in this moment, alone in your room, humping your pillow as your boyfriend watched you through a screen. not really there.

“grind on it like you grind on me.”

you faltered a bit, then rolled your hips languidly against the fabric. you moaned at the same time he did and forced a laugh to acknowledge that, but it was cut off by another moan.

jaehyun was fucking into his hand roughly now, gripping it tight and thrusting quick and hard. his grip on the phone was shaky. he grunted. “i’m so fucking close.”

“me too,” you whined, gripping the pillow beneath you tightly as you worked yourself on it faster and harder. “wan’ you to cum inside me so bad.”

the desperate longing look on your face, the bounce of your ass as you dry fucked your pillow, the whimpered words leaving your mouth; it was all enough to push jaehyun past the edge. you watched his cum spirt out in three thick waves, silent, eyes shutting tightly as you slowly reached your own orgasm.

then the good feeling part was over. there was no physical aftercare he could offer you, no cuddling until you fell asleep and waking up to caramel coffee the way he made it. you were alone in your bed, bottom half almost completely exposed, head fuzzy. alone in your house, alone for the next few days.

yes he was coming back, but you’d be alone again eventually. his trip away felt like an awakening of sorts, you having stared at pictures of the two of you around the house wondering why you felt scared. it dawned on you that nothing as intense as love or grief was an experience that’s shared so strongly. you were going to die alone, one spirit and one body, no jaehyun ascending with you. you were one person, and you couldn’t even stomach the idea of it.

when had you become this way? you were stable when you moved here, determined to finish the long, hefty job of settling in by yourself. you got some help, but none of it was asked for. you were even fine when you met him, two individuals with an interest in each other. yet here the two of you were, an individual and their puppet.

a tear rolled down your face as you stared blankly at your boyfriend’s fucked out expression.

he pouted at you. “don’t cry, pretty.”

another tear fell and you wiped it away immediately, forcing yourself to keep it together. you felt weak, terribly so, but it was only temporary.

“promise me you’ll never leave me, jae,” you spoke, voice small. “please. this is unbearable.”

there was something dark in his eyes, as usual when you admitted how much you needed him in your life. it was a sign of success in your dynamic; something good usually happening after he got that look on his face, whether it be an expensive gift, a nice gesture, or just more encouraging words. it meant good news. you felt terrible now, but something good was going to happen. you were going to feel good again. you smiled and he smiled back, nodding his head playfully.

“‘til death do us part.”

[claireunoia]

BEFORE YOU GO ➪ PETER PARKER

⊱✿⊰ synopsis : peter decides it’s best to leave you and your son kyle on your own after a long time of thinking due to his own fears that consumed him ♡︎.

⊱✿⊰ pairings : andrew!peter x single mom!reader

⊱✿⊰ word count : 2.9k

⊱✿⊰ warnings : ANGST, absolutely so much angst pls grab tissues, language, major talks of death & character’s death, some fluffy moments that you’ll see in some flashbacks, crying, tears lots and lots of tears, talks of pregnancy, abandonment, peter being really damaged, let know if i missed one

❥ ─ author’s letter to you : ok guys first off wow. i literally put my all in this so i’d really hope u guys will enjoy. but nevertheless i really loved writing this piece dearly and can’t wait to see what u all think and to see all of your feedback! i love y’all so much. ++ special tag @celestialholland

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➙ BEING alone and raising a child all on your own was something no one in the world would be able to tell you how to do or explain. From giving birth, to working like a dog so you’ll be able to give your beautiful, wonderful baby boy whatever he wanted and needed was something you thought you'd never thought you could go through with. That dooming night where your crying figure sat on your bathroom toilet with the blue life changing test in your shaking hands, stayed on your mind til the present days.

Through all the doubt and all of those late thoughts where you thought you couldn’t do it, you're glad you didnt let it get to you because at the end of that dark dark tunnel was a bright, blinding ray of light. That bright light was your son, Kyle. The boy that held your heart, your best friend, your whole world who brought you out of that tunnel and into a dreamland where only happiness was allowed.

Being only 4 years old, he was such a smart boy. So intelligent and aware of others it still amazes you. Even after his father walked out of his life at such an early age of two years old and being so confused and scared about everything, he learned how to bounce back before you ever did which was something so unfair to you. No child should have to deal with their parents walking away because they didn't want to deal with them but unfortunately Kyle had to.

The boy was always so thoughtful of you. So observant of how sad you were after his father had left those years ago even at his young age. The both of you were in this world facing everyday life together and you wouldn't want it any other way honestly… until you had met him.

The man that came into your life swinging down and saving you and your son. Both literally and both figurality. Peter Parker, the other light that soon came hurling at the end of that once dark, clouded tunnel with open arms and a beaming smile that was able to damage the sun itself. Taking Kyle and you through into a similar dreamland your son had taken you along when he was first born. Only this time, Peter's had a dreamland where Kyle had an extremely sublime father figure in his life who taught him all the things he needed to know right now and for the future when he grows older.

Peter had never thought he'd be able to ever find love again after the once love of his life died in his arms all those years ago at that daunting clock tower, let alone thought he'd find a smart little boy he could call his own. But you, propessing you, saved him. Saved him from that evil, down right depressing spot in his life where he wanted to give up everything and anything after Gwen passed on from his life. The both of you helped save one another in such similar ways, both of you being that life-changing light at the tunnel for each other.

He still thinks back on the wonderful memory where Kyle first called him dad, the day that had changed the man forever. It was a year ago, the year he first met you both. Six months into the relationship and that one day you always anticipated came.

“Daddy! Can you pwease’ helwp’ me with this coloring book?’’ Kyle slurred with a pout, running into the kitchen where you and Peter were busy cooking dinner together. The wooden spoon Peter was holding to your lips with some spaghetti sauce that he was trying to feed you, dropped right out of his hand as soon as he heard the boy address him. The whole entire room silent as Peter's head snapped down to look at Kyle who looked up at him with expecting eyes. The man's eyes were blown so wide he’s pretty sure it was the widest they’ve ever been.

At the feeling of his throat getting dry, he gulped harshly. Finally being able to find his voice after some time. “Kyle w-what, did you just say..?” Peter stutters, body frozen as he asks the question to the little boy who stood there and was very confused about the whole shift in the room.

“I jus’ asked if you could helwp’ me …” the boy trails, his chubby little fingers gripping the coloring book close to his chest as he continues to peer up at Peter. Meanwhile this went down, you were standing there equally shocked as Peter. Also, nervous and a bit scared due to the fact that your son called your boyfriend his dad. your body builds up an abundant amount of nerves at the thoughts of he wouldn’t like it, a flood of those thoughts swarming your mind so quickly.

“Pete-“

“D-did you just call me ‘daddy’” the tall hero cuts you off with the heavy question that was aimed at your son kyle. Peter’s voice was airy, almost as if he was tearing up. You couldn't really decipher all of the expressions on his face, but what was so prominent was absolute shock. when your son nodded his head, the biggest smile you’ve ever seen in all of your life spread widely across your boyfriend’s face. it completely took over his face.

Peter then dropped everything, letting go of the hold he had on your waist to run over to kyle. scooping the small boy up in his arms, planting a humongous kiss onto the top of his head.

“Aww, bud of course I'll help you. here, sit down!” he excitedly placed him down in the chair at yours guys island countertop. not so secretly turning his head around to wipe some tears out of his eyes before turning back to Kyle who handed him some crayons.

“But you have to cook, '' Kyle pouts, remembering how you and Peter were cooking dinner together. Peter immediately shook his head at his words, a bright smile lacing his happy features. He playfully scoffs. “Pffpt! cooking? forget cooking buddy, i wanna color with my best boy”

The sight of Kyle's wide gummy smile at your boyfriend's words was powerful enough to bring your emotional side out terribly just from the amount of happiness you were feeling at that moment at the scene.

“I wuv’ you so much, daddy” That single sentence alone made Peter want to release massive waves of happy tears, his eyes flicking to yours to see your face reperiocated with the same amount of sheer joy. Peter had given you a warm, loving gaze before turning to look at the boy that began coloring, ruffling his head affectionately. leaning down to place a kiss once more at his temple

“i love you even more, buddy”

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Peter had always struggled with the loss of gwen. More specifically, how he lost her. He simply didn’t catch her, he couldn’t save her. As more time went on as him being the webbed hero through the blazing streets of New York he had plenty of time to dwell in his thoughts. Dwell on those thoughts that he never wanted to ever think of, but he couldn’t help but to because … what if.

If he ever lost you and Kyle because he simply couldn’t protect you like he tried with Gwen and failed, it would absolutely kill Peter himself. The feared thoughts swarmed his mind, everytime he fought crime in the city. Because everytime something good happens it gets taken away from him like it’s nothing.

uncle ben, gwen, his parents.

and he’ll be damned if he ever lost you or kyle. he put his mind set on that fact it’ll never happen and he refused it too. but it’s only one way for that to happen, only one way to truly make sure you both stay safe and live happily. only one way, only one way … only, one way. that only way, was if he walked away. walk away from all of the memories, walk away from all the nights where he held you and kyle in his arms, walk away from your gentle kisses, walk away… from you.

He made up his mind. but it was so, so hard to come to a conclusion too. every single day, every day when he places a passionate kiss on your lips with a locked promise that he'll be back to you after heading out to the city to help save the world; he’ll swing and swing. stopping at random, dark alleyways to cry and sob his eyes out. Knowing that one day he’ll have to walk away. it was the only way, because he’s not losing you.

On all of those faithful, aching nights he’ll sit on top of a skyscraper. clutching and holding his shaking body in his hands, eyes bloodshot as he’ll cry and think about the memories between Kyle, you and him had shared. cause that’s all they will ever be once peter steps away from you both. The scene of Kyle finding his spiderman mask replaying in his mind had put a saddening smile on the brown haired man’s lips.

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“Daddy! Daddy! i’m spider-boy” Kyle runs around the floor of yours and Peter's shared apartment, making weird shooting sounds from his mouth as he fakes webbing at your walls. both yours and peter’s head had snapped up from the tv you both were looking at from the suddenness of Kyle's voice ringing out in the air.

“I'm gonna save the city!” Your loud cackles of laughter could be heard miles and miles away at the sight of your son pretending to help save people and also most importantly the sight of Peter's face. “Hey buddy! ow, I need your mighty help spider-boy. this person is attacking me!” unexpectedly, you see peter falling down from the couch with a faux pained expression, his finger pointing at you while he did so. referring to you as the attacker in this situation.

“Don’t worry! I'm coming!”

it’s like he could still hear your laughter ringing in the cavity of his ears from that day still.

Peter sat on that skyscraper for a couple more, what felt like an eternity of hours, thinking and thinking back on all the memories. treasuring them to the depths of soul as best as he could since they won’t be any more special memories to make between you three.

he needed to do this, it was the only way.

he had to walk away.

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you had just put kyle asleep, planting a sweet kiss to the top of his ruffled hair all the while reading and acting out some of his bedtime stories before shutting off his light and calling it a night. when you walked downstairs and into the comfort of your bright kitchen, your eyes were met with a sight you most definitely weren’t expecting.

A hunched over Peter, who’s hands were clutching at the marble countertop tightly. you could make out how white his knuckles were becoming. you immediately ran up to him with immense concern, your hands shooting out to bring any comfort you can possibly bring to your boyfriend. “baby, hey what’s going on? Where have you been? i had started to get worried, pete” you spoke softly to the obviously disheveled man.

What really made your heart sink in deep concern was when Peter's face rose up to make contact with yours. you were met with nothing but complete anguish written all over his pained features. his face red from him previously crying, his eyes bloodshot, bottom lip trembling. He looked like a complete, saddening mess.

“Oh my god, Pete what happened?” your eyes were wide as you tried to detect his emotions that seemed to be going all over the place. Peter shook his head vigorously, unable to keep his cries inside anymore. this needed to happen, he reminded himself unconsciously. this is the only way they’ll stay alive and not dead, he had to let you guys go.

“I-i can’t do this” came out as a whisper at first. a soft, little whisper that you're pretty sure you wouldn’t have caught if it weren’t for you being right next to him.

“Pete, you can’t do what? talk to me honey, please you’re scaring me-“

“I can't do this!” The sudden shout made you flinch back in sudden shock, your body jumping a few inches away from Peter’s shaking form. his hands running and grabbing at his brown locks before he then dropped them down on the countertop once more. his eyes finding your now glassy ones with guilt, sadness noticeably in his. You notice the look immediately and you have no idea what to expect next, and it most certainly weren’t the words that tumbled out of your lover’s mouth in the next second.

“There's no possible way to put this— I never in a million years would want this but it’s something I have to do. we- i am leaving, i have to go. i have to let you g-go”

And at that moment it’s like time had taken an abrupt stop. Like the world had stopped all together and it was only you and nothing else. You stood completely frozen and still in the same spot as you tried your damndest to take in his stammering words. running it through your head over and over again, trying to put it together so it made sense. what does he mean he has to let go

what does he mean he’s leaving… no-

“what…” you shakily sigh, your voice painfully quiet and small as you whisper the singular word. your breathing begins to pick up as you keep gazing into Peter's brown saddening orbs that stare at you so intensely.

“we’re, d-done. we’re over, y/n. we have to be'' it sounded like peter was reassuring himself at this point, convincing himself this is the right choice. that he’s making the right choice. In his opinion he was. Sometimes sacrifices have consequences, and Peter was willing to take them. “n-no” Peter had winced silently at the broken crack in your voice. his head dropping, selfishly so he didn’t have to see you fall apart right in front of his very eyes. it was the last thing he’d ever want to see.

“why? tell- tell me why”

“Because what I have with you and Kyle is good! all of it, it’s so good. It's perfect. And me being spiderman, it- that’s the part where it becomes something different”

“peter.. what do you-“

“I have these thoughts, these downright awful thoughts about how one day how easy it’ll be to have one of those monsters that I fight to come take you or Kyle and how I won't be able to stop it. How i- i won’t be able to s-save you, y/n” tears streamed freely down both of your faces, peter's facade completely breaking down and finally revealing what's really been going on emotionally inside of him.

Peter was breaking down. the usual, beaming man was not there anymore. What was there was a boy. a boy who was just so deeply scared of the world, of everything.

you let out a cry before rushing to him, reaching out to hold him.

“pete, please you can’t think like that-“

“I have to! you don’t get it, y/n. I have to! T-that night, with Gwen.. i couldn’t- I didn’t save her! I wasn't able to protect her! Now I've been blessed with a second chance at life and I refuse to h-have history repeat. I have to let you go, I have to walk away. baby, please i have to” peter sobbed harshly as his voice began straining tremendously, his hands cupping your head as he rested his forehead against yours.

“Peter, you c-can’t do this to me. you can’t just walk away!” you pushed away from his touch, suddenly feeling anger rise throughout your body along with raging anxiety that kept building.

“Y/n-“

“No! no! you can’t just check out of someone’s life like this, what about me? what about my-… what about our son,” Peter physically felt his heart break straight in half. If the damn wasn’t broken enough, it was for sure broken now.

“What about our son, pete? You’re just gonna walk out on us like how that son of a bitch did all those years ago?! you’re his dad peter, there’s no coming back from this. K-Kyle will never come back from t-this”

“You'll both be alive a-and that’s all that matters” Sometimes sacrifices have consequences, and Peter was willing to take them for you and Kyle without a heartbeat.

He had decided it’s best to leave you and your son Kyle on your own after a long time of thinking due to his own fears that consumed him.

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[lovelytarou]

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a/n: i just need to get this out of my system ಥ╭╮ಥ also can u tell i'm touch starved shdksls enjoy these (人*´∀｀)｡*ﾟ+ hearts, reblogs & feedback are greatly appreciated! and no, i didn't just type this than work on my research 👀

genre: fluff

tags: just the boys being clingy to you

characters: bokuto k., kageyama t., oikawa t., kenma k., & miya a.

BOKUTO !

— ah yes, my big himbo baby

— it's not a surprise to everyone that this puppy is clingy af

— whether you're dating already or not, chances are he loves to cling to you.

— that usually ends up with akaashi scolding him for always clinging to you or tackling you whenever he saw you

— cue him screaming your name from the other side of the hall, road or anywhere really, and the next thing you know you have bokuto barreling towards you with open arms ready to attack you with his hugs and kisses uwu

— whenever the two of you are walking, he always needs to touch you in some sort of way. whether it be an arm around your shoulder or swinging your hands back and forth, or it could be him hugging your arm close to him you have to pry that arm from his dead body

— 10/10 clingiest boy, would love to have him be clingy to me :'))

KAGEYAMA !

— kags is not a v clingy person to anyone who knows him, except probably you

— he has this cold, awkward sort of vibe when you're both in public. the only pda you'd get out of him is holding hands.

— he also loves to hold your hands, like all the time. he'd play with them when you're both sitting down together, or comparing hand sizes just to link them together very smooth tobio

— in private though, he becomes a needy baby and wants all your attention to himself. doing your assignments? nope, you have to cuddle with him. now. busy with your work? he'd haul your ass to bed and not let you move for hours until he gets his daily dose of affection. you're busy with something? well too bad, kags won't let you do anything except him maybe and will whine at you that please, just five more minutes of cuddling, y/n

— well, that five minutes turned into five hours. how can you say no when he has that cute pout on his face?

— would love to tangle your legs together when you're both lying in bed, his arms are around you and he just loves to feel your body softly lift and fall while breathing.

— bonus: plays with your hair while snuggling and if you have longer hair, he acts like a child and puts it on his face like a moustache

OIKAWA !

— clingiest of them all

— the second you step a foot inside the house, he'll perk up like a puppy and will greet you with hugs and smother your face with kisses that you literally have to push him away because you have to go and change

— will follow you around the house, wants to hold your hand while you move and do the chores. he likes to hang around you and be close to you even if he doesn't do anything.

— the type to hug you from behind while you wash the dishes or cook/prepare food. basically while you're doing something and your back is facing him, he'd take that as a sign to hug you and engulf you in his arms >:(

— 100% would whine for you to give him attention this instant and wouldn't take no as an answer. claims it's cuddling and giving oikawa attention time 🙄

— acts like you don't love him anymore when you chose to ignore him, he's such a baby lmao

— the type to cling to you wherever you go, gets extra clingy when the both of you are away from each for so long. calls and messages you 24/7, he just loves you and misses you a lot, ok?

KENMA !

— acts like he doesn't wanna cling to you but in reality, he just wants you to hold him

— would quietly sit and follow you with his eyes as you move around the room, would lowkey get a little sad when he sees you interact with his teammates like c'mon, just say you want a hug and go

— when he finally musters up the courage, he'd go up to you and tug your sleeve as he looks away. his face is all red from embarrassment and spare him pls, he wants you to know right away what he wants! would mutter a small, “hug?”

— he'll just melt inside when you finally do and he'd have a small content smile on his face (kinda like that one scene where he laughs at hinata)

— won't let you go if you decided to stroke his hair, he'd nuzzle more into your touch like a cat.

— his favorite thing is nuzzling the crook of your neck or just simply laying his head on your shoulder as the two of you do your own thing.

— he'd be playing games as he leans onto you while you study or work, and when he's had enough playing, he'd softly place kisses on your shoulder and neck but cautious enough not to trouble you.

ATSUMU !

— whiny and clingy

— he doesn't always cling to you, as much as you cling to him. but when he does, oh boy, good luck taking care of his ass

— a needy baby, needs to have you constantly say you love him and just assurances that 10 years from now that you'll still love him. does the knock knock joke and teases you that you'd say you'll love him for 10 years, how can you forget who he is right away? 😡

— would love his face be held in your hands and be showered with a lot of kisses. he'd have a big smile on his blushy face, and he'd giggly ask for more until your lips get sore from kissing him

— if he could just stay like that forever, he would

— he especially loves forehead kisses, he thinks it's so soft and gentle and loving. likes to kiss the back of your hand, and your palms and feel your pulse.

— you'll both just feel loved holding each other and clinging to one another, soft words, assurances, and sweet nothings falling from both of your lips in between kisses and he's never happier than he is in that moment

© lovelytarou 2021