#q - doll kid

[hydesjackiespuddinpop]

#cheaters (affectionate-ish)

Bonus:

[sophieswundergarten]

Wondering what would happen in the show universe if Curtain was busy one day and he just. Sort of. Left S. Q. with Garrison.

[wineauntie]

quinn comforting evie while she has a tantrum. maybe her mom is just getting really frustrated and about to cry so quinn tells her to take a break and he takes over?

YOU’RE BREAKING MY HEART, BUG — Quinn Hughes x single mom!reader

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summary: one tantrum + a very tired mom = a bitter recipe for disaster, luckily Quinn is there to sweeten things up.

note: this is based on the request above! I got this request a while ago and was inspired because I’ve missed these three so much <333

warnings: literally nothing major, child meltdown, overwhelm feeling on the readers part, Quinn being the best dad figure, use of y/n, nicknames like bug, pretty girl and sweetheart.

word count: 1.5k

You didn’t know what had gotten Evie so upset. One minute she was perfectly happy watching Bluey on the TV and the next she was bawling crying, and throwing her toys across the apartment. You’d tried to calm her down before she woke Quinn from his pre-game nap, but your little demon seemed to love to scream and cry as she went on a rampage of throwing and kicking things.

You’d never seen Evie this hysterically before. She was a relatively well-behaved kid, and even now, at the age of three, she was tame and angelic...well up until the past few weeks. You supposed these were the 'terrible threes', that mothers online used to rant about.

The age where every small drop in the ocean for a grown person was a tumultuous tidal wave for the kid.

“C’mon, Evie,” you pleaded, your lip between your teeth as you begged with your child. “We don’t throw or kick in this apartment, baby, please, what’s the matter?”

Your words were met with Evie’s raging tears as she let out another shriek and flung her plastic Barbie at your head. Too distracted by her tears to react, the doll hit you smack in the middle of your face.

“Evie, enough!” You eventually snapped as she picked up another and poised it to be thrown whilst your hand cradled your nose. You never raised your voice with Evie, at least not when scolding her, but your patience was wearing thin and Evie’s tantrum paired with the lack of sleep you’d gotten last night, really was the straw that broke the camel's back. “We don’t throw things, not here, not ever.”

“No!” Evie hollered, her mouth open wide, her teeth bared like a vicious dog. The Barbie in her hand was thrown towards you but before you could reach out and stop it, someone had already grasped it out of the air and held it.

You heard jerked to the side where Quinn stood over your sitting form. His eyebrows were scrunched in worry, and his eyes shallowed by bags beneath them. Your heart sunk as tears pooled in your eyes, the guilt of waking him adding to the overwhelm you were experiencing.

“Q…I’m so sorry,” you rushed to say, the tears still lingering on your waterline, threatening to spill over. “Please, go back to bed, I’ll sort her out.”

Without a word, Quinn crouched down, his eyes on you as Evie wailed out once more. “Don’t apologise,” his warm voice soothed, cupping your face whilst his thumbs ran across the underneath of your eyes as he caught a few stray tears. “What’s the matter, pretty girl?”

“I don’t know what’s wrong with Evie,” you sniffed, leaning into Quinn’s warmth and comfort. “She just got upset and started throwing things and I can usually handle it but…she just won’t stop crying and I don't know what's wrong.”

Quinn’s heart cracked at the look of defeat plastered across your face as you spoke. His eyes glanced towards Evie, who was red in the face, with tears and snot streaked down her miserable face.

“Why don’t you go to the bathroom and grab yourself a glass of water?” Quinn calmly suggested, his thumbs caressing your cheekbones. “I’ll take care of her.”

Too tired to argue, you found yourself silently nodding as Quinn pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead.

As you left the room, Quinn scoured across the floor to sit beside Evie, who had thrown herself face down on the ground, her body trembling as he waited for her to notice his movement towards her.

The stubborn little girl refused to lift her head, prompting Quinn to raise his hand and slowly rub it up and down her back comfortingly.

"Hey, Evie," Quinn softly spoke up, his voice a gentle murmur as he tried to break through her stupor. He stroked her back, feeling the tension gradually ease from her small frame at the mere sound of his voice, yet despite her small moment of relaxation, it still shook from the power of her cries. "You're breaking my heart, Bug...it's alright, c'mon now."

Evie's sobs began to subside, replaced by fractured hiccups as she slowly lifted her head, tear-streaked cheeks glistening under the apartment lights. Her watery eyes met Quinn's gaze, and for a moment, he saw a mixture of confusion and sadness reflected in them.

"Whatever it is that's bothering you, it'll be alright," Quinn hummed, whilst his hand brushed Evie's messy hair out of her face before he reached out and gently wiped away a stray tear from her cheek with his thumb. "Can you tell me what happened?" he asked, his tone warm and reassuring.

He watched as Evie's bottom lip trembled, her mouth opening and closing as if trying to figure out what to say. Despite only being three, Evie was incredibly intelligent, Quinn believed it was all because of you and how you had raised Evie.

"Did something happen, Bug?" Quinn asked, his eyebrows furrowed as Evie held something close to her chest as she pushed herself into his lap and his awaiting hold.

Evie whimpered as her tiny hands opened to reveal the fabric of her favourite stuffed bear. "Ted broke," she mumbled between sniffles, her voice trembling with emotion.

Understanding suddenly dawned on Quinn as he realized what had triggered Evie's outburst. Ted, her beloved teddy companion, gifted to her by Luke and Jack, must have suffered some sort of mishap during her playtime, leading to her sudden meltdown.

"I see," Quinn replied softly, his heart aching for the distress written across Evie's face. He reached out and gently took the teddy from her trembling hands, examining the toy for any damage. "It looks like Ted's arm came loose," he observed, showing Evie the small tear in the fabric.

Evie's lower lip trembled as she looked at her damaged toy, fresh tears welling up in her eyes. "Fix it, Winnie," she pleaded, her voice small and vulnerable, cracking under the weight of her miserable mood. "Need Ted for my sleep!"

"Oh, Bug..." Quinn trailed off, his guilt coating his words. "I can't fix it, I can't sew." Evie's face immediately screwed up once more, flushing red as she reached the dangerous brink of another meltdown. "But I think your mom can."

"Mom fix Ted?" Evie sniffled, her bottom lip jutting outward as her widened eyes scanned his for any ounce of a lie.

"Your mom's pretty good like that," Quinn nodded, his arms hugging Evie closer to his body. "She likes to help you out, you know?... Which is why she got so upset earlier when you threw something at her. Throwing things at people, hurt them, Bug."

"I hurt mom?" Evie mumbled, sadness shrouding her features once again.

"A little bit," Quinn admitted. There was no use in sugar-coating it. Tantrums were natural for a kid of Evie's age, but you and Quinn had discussed it before and you agreed that any form of violence must be addressed if it ever arose. "Your mom is strong though, she'll be okay. But Evie, we don't throw things when we're angry. I know you got upset but we don't hurt people because of that."

"I say sorry," Evie mumbled, burying her face into Quinn's chest as he cradled her. “And no throw.”

“Good, Bug,” Quinn smiled, briefly squeezing her tighter before he met her regretful gaze. “Now how about we say sorry to Mom together?” Evie nodded slowly and bit her lip in worry.

It seemed to be perfect timing as you walked back into the living room, your body tense in anticipation. Quinn examined your refreshed face and your eyes that were no longer tinged red from tears.

“…Everything okay?” You asked tentatively, glancing between Quinn and your daughter. Evie’s head shot towards you before she burst out of Quinn’s hold and leapt towards you.

“I’m sorry!” Evie cried, hugging your legs as you looked at Quinn in shock. Quinn gave you a reassuring nod as he stood, whilst you carefully lifted Evie into your arms. “Didn’t mean hurt you!”

“Sh, sh, sh,” You soothingly tried to calm her tears and remorseful voice. “It’s alright, Evie girl, everything’s okay, I’m okay.”

Evie cuddled deep into your embrace, her arms and legs clinging to your body as Quinn pressed a soft kiss to your temple. You shut your eyes with a small smile as your daughter’s tears began to dry and as she babbled about her teddy and how she was sorry again.

You opened your eyes briefly to look at Quinn, before mouthing a quick ‘thank you’, causing him to wink at you before he retreated to the kitchen, to, no doubt, get you and Evie another glass of water each.

[touyasdoll]

Dadmas Day 3: Christmas Morning with Touya

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pairing: Touya Todoroki/Dabi x f!reader

word count: 2.2k

warnings: you have multiple children together, mentions of pregnancy & children, reader is wearing a nightgown, his dick is pierced, biting, your kids are cockblocks but they’re cute

notes: this was originally going to be a Father’s Day post and this is the whole reason I wanted to do Dadmas! I just really, really, really love the idea of Touya as a dad <3 he deserves more mornings like this.

Merry Christmas! <3

It’s Christmas morning. The chill from outdoors has crept inside overnight, but it’s the feeling of mismatched lips brushing against your neck that stirs you from your slumber.

It’s not a bad way to wake up; it’s one of your favorites, actually. One smooth. One scarred. Both coming together over your pulse point to send a shiver up your spine and pull a moan from your own mouth.

“Touya..” you murmur drowsily, giggling as his lips climb up your neck to trail along your jaw.

“Doll..” he echoes your nickname in the same timbre, playfully mocking you, as he often did.

You can feel the his smile against your skin when he briefly nuzzles his face against yours. It’s then that you realize that his hands are also wandering, slipping beneath the sheets to skim along your sides.

“I can almost guarantee you that we do not have time for this today,” you say as you lock eyes with him.

He leans over you, propped up on one arm to stare back into your eyes with a devil-may-care grin.

“Maybe a Christmas miracle’ll happen.” He shrugs, leaning in again to attach his lips to your neck.

“Oh, you believe in miracles all of sudden?” You ask sarcastically as your eyes fall closed again.

A soft sigh leaves your lungs as you gently stretch and relax into the sheets, tilting your head to allow him better access to your neck.

Maybe a Christmas miracle would happen. You cross your fingers.

“Believe in ‘em?” He scoffs, warm breath blowing over your neck. “I’ve seen one firsthand. How the hell else could I have landed you?”

He smirks and sinks his teeth into your skin, feeling rather proud of himself for that one, because he can practically hear you rolling your eyes when you echo his scoff.

“Must be all the smooth one liners,” you tease, letting your hands roam to seek out the only present that you’re really hoping for today.

You find it without much trouble. His morning wood is just inches from your thigh. You slowly drag your fingers along his shift before wrapping your hand around the barely contained erection, concealed only by his boxers.

“Fuck,” he curses under his breath, sighing as he readjusts to swivel his hips towards you.

He starts bucking them gently, shifting upwards into your grasp while he starts sucking on your neck again to stifle the desperate moans threatening to spill from his lips.

“Shit,” you moan, eyes briefly rolling back when his tongue finds that special spot on your neck. “Baby, do you really think we might have enough time?”

“We can make it quick,” he mutters impatiently, tossing back the sheets in a hurry as he moves to position himself between your legs.

The both of you are veterans when it comes to quickies. You thought you were good at ‘em before you had kids, but now? It’s an art form that you have perfected.

You reach down to haphazardly bunch up the hem of your nightgown and pull your panties to the side while he tugs his boxers down far enough to let his pierced erection spring free.

“Remind me to eat you out later,” he murmurs, eyes flitting to yours as he dons a grin that makes your pussy throb even before he guides the head of his cock between your folds.

“Maybe I’ll just sit on your face,” you muse, eyes fluttering closed and a soft moan escaping you when he shifts his hips.

“Merry Christmas to me. I hope you do,” he replies huskily, smirking as he sheathes his length inside of you in one smooth thrust.

Both of you take a brief moment to savor the feeling, intentionally quiet noises of pleasure flooding the room. You lift your hips, grinding them forward while his begin to roll. He’s just about to pick up the tempo when the sound of little feet start pattering down the hall.

“Babe,” you whisper, pressing your hands to his chest as your head whips towards the door.

“I hear ‘em. Just know this means I’m pounding the fuck out of you later,” he murmurs as he leans in to steal a kiss, a handsome smirk lingering on his lips when he pulls away to fall back into bed beside you.

He tucks his suddenly softening cock back into his boxers and you adjust your clothes while he grabs the covers and tugs them over the both of you.

“Ssh!” You hear your five year old’s voice in the hall.

She’s giggling despite her warning to keep quiet and so is your 3 year old son as the sound of their footsteps grow closer to your door.

You and Touya employ your acting skills, pretending to be fast asleep just before the door slowly creaks open.

“I told you they’re still sleeping,” your daughter whispers as she crosses into the room, creeping closer to the bed with her brother right on her heels.

“Let’s get daddy!” Your son suggests in the loudest whisper you’ve ever heard.

You peek one eye open to look at your husband, who can’t seem to help the warm smile that graces his features. You close your eyes again and wait, though it doesn’t take long for your children to make their move.

“Daddy!” Your daughter cheers as she launches herself onto his side of the bed.

“It’s Christmas!” Your son exclaims as he joins her, pouncing directly onto his father’s chest.

“Oof!” He grunts, a huge grin spreading across his face as he let’s our a jolly chuckle that could rival even old St. Nick’s. “It’s Christmas? So what? What’s that mean?”

He sits up to wind an arm around both of them, his tickling fingers getting to work immediately, sending both children into laughing fits as they try to squirm out of his grasp.

“Santa!” Your son squeals, scrambling towards your side of the bed as you sit up, smiling fondly at the scene in front of you.

“Yeah! Santa came, daddy!” Your daughter manages to inform him through her giggles while trying in vain to protect her ticklish sides.

“Good morning!” Your son greets you, tilting his head back when he plops down into your lap as your arms wind around him.

“Good morning, mommy!” Your daughter echoes his greeting as Touya finally takes mercy on her.

“Good morning,” you reply, beaming as you press a kiss to the top of your son’s forehead and then lean over to do the same to your daughter. “So you guys already saw the tree? Santa came and left us all presents?”

“Yeah! I saw my name! And brother’s and sister’s and yours and daddy’s too!” Your daughter excitedly informs you, practically bouncing on the bed, which seems to give her an idea, because she rises to her feet. “Let’s open presents!”

Her brother joins her, climbing out of your lap to stand up as the two of them start jumping up and down in the space between you while chanting for presents. Touya chuckles and glances over at you to exchange smiles before he stands and loops his arms around the kids again.

“Alright, alright, we’ll do presents,” he says as he tucks one beneath each arm and starts carrying them off, making them squirm and giggle. “We gotta get your sister first though. Why don’t you two go find one with your names on ‘em and mommy and I will be right there?”

He sets them down near the bedroom door and they cheer before they take off. You rise from the bed, watching him as he watches your children go. There’s a smile on his face, but he looks a little lost in thought. He doesn’t seem to notice you approach until your hand reaches out to take his and he snaps out of it.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?” You ask quietly as you slip your arms around his middle.

He folds his arms around you in return, peeking at you for only a moment before he looks down, a little embarrassed by the sheer amount of emotions that he’s feeling.

“How lucky I am. Thank you, doll. For everything,” he whispers, placing a kiss to your scalp as he gives you a long squeeze.

“Merry Christmas, baby,” you say softly, closing your eyes as you hug him back tightly.

He closes his eyes, holding you a little tighter while he sends off a prayer to any and every deity that he’s ever heard of. He never wanted to lose this. He’d lost a family once and he’d survived, but he wouldn’t make it through losing this one.

He feels a slight pressure just beneath his eyes and he knows what’s coming. Usually he tries to fight it, but he knows it’s hopeless this morning.

“Merry Christmas, doll,” he replies as a crimson tear slips over his cheek from under his stapled seam.

The baby starts fussing down the hall and you pull away, only to stop when you realize that she isn’t the only one who’s crying. You reach up to cup his face, delicately swiping the tear away with the pad of your thumb before your gaze finds his.

“Are you okay, baby?”

He nods, a tender smile on his lips as he cradles your head in both hands and plants a kiss to you forehead.

“I’ve never been happier,” he says sincerely. “I’ll go get her. You wrangle the other gremlins.”

With a gentle swat to your behind, he heads down the hall and you turn to look at him over your shoulder. A smile spreads across your face as you watch him swing open the door to the nursery and beam at your other daughter, who can be heard giggling inside, amused by the funny face he makes as he enters the room.

You shake your head, still grinning like a fool as you make your way towards the living room, where your eldest is doing her best with her newfound reading skills to sort out the gifts.

“Lemme help you, sweetheart,” you say as you pick up one of the wrapped presents from beneath the tree.

A few minutes later, Touya arrives with your 18 month old on his hip. She stares in wonder at the presents and start kicking her tiny legs while pressing on his arms.

“Down,” she requests in the most adorable, excited little voice.

“Yes, ma’am,” he chuckles, finding a place on the floor to plop down, so that he can set her free and keep a close eye on her.

He keeps an eye on all of you, basking in the wonder of a Christmas morning that he never thought he’d live to see, let alone celebrate with his own family.

He watches the children dance around while impatiently waiting to tear into their piles of presents. He watches you take you youngest daughter into your lap and help her tear away the wrapping paper on one of her gifts, which she finds more interesting than the gift itself. He watches you crawl over and reach way under the tree to retrieve a small, rectangular gift.

“This one’s yours,” you say as you sit down beside him and offer him the package. “Feel like it’s important to note that this one’s from me and not Santa.”

He furrows his brow, smiling curiously as he glances over at you before he turns his attention to the gift in his hands. He tears the paper away and finds a box, which he lifts the top of of to reveal a familiar looking white stick inside.

Pregnant is what it says.

You watch his face and are blessed enough to see the moment of realization on his face. His eyes go wide and he suddenly grins so wide that you’re worried he might lose a staple.

“I’m gonna be a dad again?” He asks excitedly, sounding the teeniest bit choked up, though he’d never confess to that.

“Yes,” you confirm, nodding your head as you mirror his elated expression.

He chuckles in disbelief and throws his arms around you, pulling you in to hug you tight and press his lips to your scalp again.

“I love you so much,” he murmurs, pulling away to cup your face in his hand and kiss you like he means it, because he does. He’s never meant anything more.

Before you can respond, he pulls away and looks down at your belly, placing his hand over it gently.

“And I love this one already,” he adds softly.

Tears of joy threaten to spill from your own eyes now as you place your hand over his.

“We love you too. We’re just as lucky to have you, baby. All of us,” you say quietly.

He leans in to press his smiling lips to yours again, his head already filling with what next year might look like. The sounds of the children squealing and screaming fade away as he presses his forehead to yours to look into your eyes.

“Merry Christmas, doll. Thank you.”

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You watch as Noah plays in the water with Jesse, leaning back against Sonny’s warm chest with a giggle when they manage to dump a bucket full of water onto Amanda. He presses a kiss to the side of your head, resting his chin on your shoulder, “We should make one of those.”

You snort and crane your neck to look at him, a soft smile dancing on your lips, “Yeah? Have a little Sonny running around dumping buckets of water on your head?”

He laughs and squeezes his arm around your waist, nudging his nose against your jaw, “Y’can’t tell me you’ve never thought about it, doll.” His hand runs over your stomach as his voice drops to a gravelly whisper, “How nice and full you’d feel carryin’ my baby.”

Your breath catches in your throat and you train your eyes on the ocean as you hiss, “Q-quit it, Dom, we’re in public!”

He hums, flicking his eyes around to make sure they weren’t looking before gently kissing your neck, grinning at your sharp intake of breath, “Relax doll, they can’t tell what’s happening. We could just slip away and they’d be too busy to notice.”

Sonny’s hand trails to the tie on the side of your hip, teasing his fingers underneath and you jump, shooting him a glare as you tug his hand away, “Dominick, I’m not having sex in public with the Special Victims Unit!” He pouts at you and you roll your eyes, a smile tugging on your lips. “Behave, and when we get home maybe we can work on making that baby you were talking about.”

He grins, a playful look flashing in his eyes, “Yeah? Gonna let me knock you up?” You match his grin, leaning in to kiss him when you get forced apart by Jesse and Noah launching themselves at you.

“Uncle Sonny, come play with us!” Jesse whines, tugging on his arm with her full body weight. Noah joins in the efforts, echoing her words as they manage to pull him onto his knees.

You giggle and give his back a push to help them pull him to his feet, adding in with a teasing tone, “Yeah Uncle Sonny, go play!”

“Alright, alright, I’m up! Go get started, I’ll meet you down there.” The kids run back to the water with shrieks of laughter. Sonny turns to look at you, still lounging on the blanket spread across the sand, swallowing hard as you arch your back with a cheeky smirk.

He bends down to kiss you, the kids erupting in a chorus of disgusted noises at the sight of it. Sonny runs at them, easily tossing them over his shoulder. You laugh as he runs into the water with them on his shoulders, your heart warming at their carefree laughs.

“Oh, I know that look.”

You look up at Amanda’s voice, the back of your neck burning as she sits on the blanket next to you.“What look? Who said I had a look?”

She laughs, stretching out on her elbows. A knowing smirk crosses her face as she tips her head back to bask in the sun, “Baby fever from watchin’ Sonny with the kids?”

You sigh, eyes wandering back to him, a faint smile growing on your lips, “He’s just so good with ‘em.”

“He’d be even better with your own.” You glance back at her and she has a smile on her face, “Y’know, a good man is hard to come by, a good father is even harder.”

You nod, your smile growing, “Guess I won the lottery, huh?”

~~~

The kids are wiped out by the time they get out of the water, Jesse practically asleep in Sonny’s arms as they trudge up the sand. Amanda and Olivia say their goodbyes, carrying their exhausted kids to get changed and go home. Sonny drops onto the blanket next to you with a tired groan, throwing his arm over his eyes. You giggle and lean down to press a kiss to his chest, “Kids tire you out, handsome?”

He hums and blindly reaches out with his other arm to pull you towards him, propping his head on your lap. You roll your eyes and card your fingers through his wet hair, wrinkling your nose as the water drips onto your skin, “Sonny, you’re getting water all over me.”

Sonny gives you a lopsided smile, leaning forward to gently kiss your stomach, “Gotta get you wet somehow, don’t I?” You bark out a laugh, reflexively tightening your hand in his hair.

You sober up at the quiet moan that slips out of his mouth, warmth spreading through your core as you look down at him. “Take me home.” He pulls back far enough to catch your eye, an eager grin spreading across his face.

He sits up and leans over to kiss you sweetly, hand coming up to stroke your cheek, “Yeah? Ready to make good on that promise, Mrs. Carisi?” A faint blush tints your cheeks at his words and you respond with a small nod that has him nearly scrambling in his haste to pack up your things. You laugh and move to help him, butterflies of excitement fluttering in your stomach.

~~~

Sonny grabs your waist the minute your door closes and pulls you back against his chest, trailing hot kisses down your neck with a groan, “Need to be inside you doll, s’all I could think of all day.”

You let out a quiet moan and grip his arms as your head tilts automatically to give him more space, “Need less clothes on for that, handsome.” You tease and your lips curl into a smile as he snorts against your skin. Your eyes slide shut with a soft hum as his hands snake under your dress and he responds with a kiss on your cheek, letting your dress gather around his wrists as he runs his hands up your body. You lift your arms up as he tugs your dress over your head and you turn to sneak your hands under his shirt, pulling him against you with a grin.

Sonny tugs his shirt over his head before wrapping his arms around your waist, bending down to catch your lips in a heated kiss. You moan into his mouth, hands exploring his newly exposed skin. You drop a gentle kiss on his chest, catching his eye as you just barely graze your teeth against his skin. “Ready to make me a mommy?” You ask softly, biting your lip as you feel his cock twitch against your hip. His hands slide down to your ass, swiftly lifting you into his arms as he strides towards your room.

You tighten your legs around his hips and he lets out a groan, stopping in the middle of the hall to press you against the wall. Sonny makes a pathetic noise in the back of his throat and bucks his hips into yours, crushing his lips against yours roughly. You whine, fingers disappearing into his hair as you grind into him. His hand slips into your panties and you throw your head back with a gasp, tugging at his hair as his fingers slip inside your cunt. “S-Sonny!” You let out a high whine and he curls his fingers inside you teasingly, “N-Need you- need you inside me.”

Sonny groans, eyes rolling back in his head as you tug on his hair. He grinds his palm against your clit and mouth over your neck, a teasing tone in his voice as he says, “‘m already inside you, doll.” You huff and force his head back to glare at him, any force behind the look disappearing as you rock into his hand.

“I swear to god, Dominick if you’re not fucking me in the next five minutes.” You warn and he licks his lips, a grin spreading across his face. He chuckles at your whine as he slips his hand out of your panties, pulling you away from the wall to finally carry you into the bedroom. A shriek slips out of you as he throws you onto the bed, covering your body with his before you stop bouncing. Sonny runs his hands over your sides and pulls you flush against his hips, taking a shaky breath as you wiggle against him impatiently.

You reach out to him and he dips down to kiss you passionately, blindly shoving his pants down past his hips. He outright whines against your mouth as the heated skin of his length brushes over your soaked panties. He hooks his fingers in your panties, pulling them to the side and you moan in unison as his cock finally glides over your slick folds.

Sonny aligns his cock, a broken moan ripping from his throat as he slowly sinks into your cunt. You arch into him and dig your nails into his back, gasping for breath as he fills you completely. He cages your head with his arms, groaning through gritted teeth as he rolls his hips into yours. “F-Fuck, gimme more, Dom.” You whimper, tightening your legs around his hips.

He hums, thrusting into you roughly, “Yeah? Full of my cock and you still want more?” You nod frantically, tears burning your eyes as the tip of his cock brushes against your cervix. “Hm? Y’gonna let me fill you with a baby?”

You let out a hiccuping gasp, nails leaving deep red lines on his shoulders as his thrusts quicken, “Y-Yes! Gimme a baby! Please, Dom, need your cum in me!” You beg, swiveling your hips down to meet his thrusts. His hips start stuttering against yours and he catches your gaze, grinding into you. You shudder and drop a hand down to circle your clit, tears threatening to spill as pleasure overwhelms you.

Sonny cups your cheek, brushing away a tear that sneaks out as he wraps his arm around you to pull you impossibly closer. “I gotcha, doll. Gonna look so pretty carryin’ my baby, not gonna be able to keep my hands off you.” You let out a choked moan, legs seizing around his waist painfully as you orgasm. Sonny’s voice breaks as he moans, pressing deeper into you as you pull him with you over the edge. He presses his forehead against your collarbone with a quiet grunt as he spills his seed deep into your cunt.

You pull him down on top of you, humming as the hard line of his body molds against yours. He peppers your face and neck with gentle kisses, lazily rolling his hips to fuck the cum deeper. Sonny gives you a crooked grin as he meets your eyes and presses a hand against your stomach, cock twitching with interest, “Think we should try again, just in case?”

You roll your eyes with a snort of laughter, pulling him down into a kiss. “You’re insatiable.” He laughs against your lips, slowly putting more force behind his thrusts.

“Told me to put a baby in you, did you?”

[calpurniatypes]

𝒔𝒊𝒙𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒛𝒊𝒏𝒆 ; 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕

you mention to steve that you want to have a child, and he goes... well... a lot off the rocker

warnings; breeding kink, penetrative sex, oral ( female recieving ), dirty talk, talk of pregnancy, fucking hot steve

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the light above you collected moths under the summer night as you lay, stretched out, on a pool-sunbed, flipping through the pages of one of steve's mother's magazines.

both of his parents had now passed away, which, though sad in nature, was freeing for steve. you'd never been a fan of either of his parents since he'd told you about the ways they'd reared steve. or, should you say, hadn't brought him up. you and steve had finished cleaning out their rooms, going through old junk and vintage items three weeks ago. you'd moved back to hawkins from chicago, where you'd been a successful author, managing a large publishing company, and he'd been a salesmen working a steady job as manager of a large chain of stores.

it only had made sense to move back to hawkins, though you two shared unpleasant and traumatizing memories in the town. recently, after the passing away of her parents, nancy and jonathon had returned, along with their daughter. will and his partner, whom you'd met a handful of times, still lived here, and the chief, who you'd always regarded as a father figure, was getting frailer.

now, as you thumbed through the pages of the magazine, your eyes caught on a specific article, the title long worn away by time and cheapness.

reading through the pages, your chest tightened at the ideas floating on the page. children, sex, raising babies into strong young people, all things that seemed too vulgar to be in a sixties magazine.

as you kept taking in the words, a sort of excitement billowed inside of your chest. the idea of motherhood had been something you'd liked, even as a child, when you'd stuck your tongue out at all dolls and anything remotely motherly.

now, though... you wanted that baby. you wanted the love you would share, you wanted steve to experience fatherhood in a positive light.

as the screen door open, you jumped slightly. "sorry, col, didn't mean to scare you," steve said, moving to lay down on your lounge chair next to you. you set down the magazine on the table, leaning up to kiss his lips tenderly.

he nestled against you and wrapped his arms around your middle.

"how was the grocery?" you asked, breathing in the thick night air.

shrugging, steve answered, "same as always. I did run into erica, though. pregnant, and back in town for the weekend to visit her mother."

your eyes opened wide, "erica sinclair is pregnant?"

he nodded, "yep. and glowing too."

you closed your eyes, envisioning erica with her own child. then, as though on a slideshow, the image faded into you, standing with steve, a child holding both of your hands as you walked down the sidewalk.

"col?" steve asked, turning to you.

the image was still in your head as you traced his lips with your eyes. "steve, don't you ever want to have children?"

he took a sharp breath, and through his eyes you could tell he was running through answers. then, slowly, he nodded, "with you, yes, totally. do you?"

you let yourself think before talking too quick, "yes, yes, yes. i mean, yes with you, definitely."

steve paused at the hearing of the those words. he was thrilled. he'd always wanted to have a child, to be a better father then his was.

but seeing erica in the store, that had made him want it more. it could have been anyone, but the look on her skin as she glowed. that was something he wanted you to have. he wanted you to glow in that way. he wanted you to be full. he wanted you to have his child.

"when?" he asked, and you could hear the lust creeping into his voice.

"you got a new job, i've been signed a contract, we have the money and the community surrounding us..." you drew out, tapping your fingers along the side of your jeans.

"so now. you want to have a kid now." he finished for you, and you nodded quickly.

"yes. if you want to, of course, only if you want to."

steve answered quickly, "i really want to."

you gazed at each other for a moment, and then it was like something from a film. your lips contacted each others in midair, and steve pulled you onto his body, his hands gripping your waist and shoulder.

it was so heated between the two of you that you thought you might have a fever. he reached down to unbutton your jeans, and then pulled his hand away.

"is everything okay?" you asked, and he shook his head.

"i need to have you, and i can't have you out here," he motioned around you two, where his neighbors could clearly peep into his yard, his voice husky and deep.

"then let's go somewhere we can be alone," you got up, and steve was next to you a second later. hands connected, he pulled you up the stairs and into his room.

sitting down on the bed, he watched as you stood in front of him.

"take off your clothes," he commanded, and you shuddered at the way his eyes were practically fucking you already.

you pulled your cotton shirt up, leaving you in just a sports bra, and then unbuttoned your denim jeans. now just in your panties and bra, steve's hand slipped to his crotch.

you moved to him and straddled his body, grinding into his hard cock. his hands found your back and you breathed against each others mouths, his right fingertips locked against your scalp, yours on his own.

before you could tell where you were, steve had set you down on the bed, pulling off your panties as you lay on your back.

his hands were cold against your clit, and you moaned instantly at the feeling of his fingertips. he rubbed small circles with one hand as he pulled his clothes off with the other.

"aren't you a good girl, darling, letting me get you ready for my cock, huh?" he said, and you moaned. you were wet now, and you swore you were making a puddle of juices on his blanket.

your back arched with pleasure as his mouth found your clit, flicking along the sensitive bundle of nerves. "steve," you groaned into the air conditioned coolness of his room.

"keep talking, darling," he breathed against your pussy, sucking against the bottom of your clit, his nose rubbing circles into the top half. you could feel him smile against you as you repeated his name, over and over.

"oh, god, steve, oh god thank you," you moaned out, and you could feel yourself reaching your high.

it came on you like a train, hitting you with so much pleasure that your vision, or whatever was left of it in your hazy, steve-drunk mindstate, was dotted with white.

slowly steve rose from your clit, and pulled your face into his to kiss you messily. you could taste yourself along the fine curve of his lips, along his tongue as it plunged into your mouth.

you could feel his fingertips leaving your head and moving down, down, down, to his crotch. you listened to the wet squelch as he pumped his cock several times, and then he pulled back from you.

"move back, darling, against the pillows," he whispered, and you complied, your body slow after your orgasam.

"steve," you whispered, the syllables slow coming out of your mouth. "get in me right now."

"so demanding, honey." he tisked, and though normally you would grin, now you only wanted his cock inside of you. "but i'll give you that, if you want it."

he pumped his cock again, and you watched with half clothed eyes as he pressed his tip into you, his legs outside of yours, your chests smushed together as he slowly entered you.

"always so fucking tight, darling," he grunted, "gotta get you stretched out."

it always took a while for him to enter you, but this time you wanted him more then you ever had before. the seconds ticked away like hours, and when he finally bottomed out, you both moaned at the same time.

"god, i love you so much. let's get you full, darling," he said, his mouth against yours.

it seemed now that the only thing you could say was his name, and the moans falling around every word were so harmonic that steve could cum just at the sound of it.

"can i come, please?" you asked, finally straying away from sounding like a broken record. it took almost everything you had to even speak, and your eyes were rolled back.

"no," steve moaned, "let me come with you, darling. hold i."

you could feel his rough, deep thrusts become sloppier, and his fingers, which were wrapped on the cheeks of your face, became harder. he was getting close, and you were already at the edge.

"oh, honey, is this so hard that you can't do it? you have to come for me? well, my little cock-drunk whore, you are just going to have to wait. won't breed you if you come." the words coming from steve's mouth were so dirty that it brought you closer to coming.

"please, please," you pleaded, forcing yourself to stare at his eyes. he could see yours watering, tears threatening to spill.

"hold it, honey," he commanded, and the thought of him not coming inside of you kept you from your high. you wanted his child.

"so excited to see you fucking full and swelling, darling. so excited, so fucking excited." it took you a moment to realize that his hands had moved from your face and were now on your back, pulling your bra off your body.

his face met your breasts the second the fabric disappeared. he sucked, nipped, and bit at your nipples and the supple flesh of your boobs. "god, i love you. so beautiful, so beautiful. all for me, your mine."

"steve, i can't hold it, please," the pleasure was so intense, so deep, that you started to sob.

"let go with me, darling," he pulled his face away from your tits, and the second he gave you the go ahead, you did just that.

if you thought your last orgasam was good, this one was mind bending. you lost yourself, your body, where you were for what seemed like years.

it was only steve pulling a pillow from behind your back that brought you to life. you were shaking, hard, from the exhilaration of it all. tears stained down your cheeks, and you wondered how one person could be so beautiful. his hair was long and messy, and you held your hands to his head as he positioned a pillow underneath your hips, propping your pussy into the air.

his fingers prodded at your opening for a moment, and you watched his face as he stuffed his cum deep inside of you.

"can't let it slip out, darling. we'll get you fucking swelling on the first try."

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

I really like your works! What about self-aware Kyuusaku, or maybe Francis? You can do whichever you want!

Baking pancakes (Fitzgerald and Kyuusaku)

Self-Aware! Strictly Platonic! Kyuusaku Yumeno x GN! Reader

Self-Aware! Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald x GN! Reader

Description: You spend time with Q and Fitzgerald. You three are baking pancakes.

Warning: OOC. Q's gender isn't specified. Fluff. English is my second language

You looked around the kitchen.

You close your eyes and shake your head.

Then, you open your eyes and looked around again.

The kitchen table with eight bags of flour, seven sticks of butter, nine big containers of milk, five bottles of syrup, five bottles of whipped cream, a few dozen eggs, and four bags of brown sugar had not disappeared.

You gaze at Fitzgerald and Q. Tycoon and kid looked a little bit ashamed.

"Francis, Q, do you realize, what is the main reason for dairy to be put on sale?"

Francis cleared his throat and answered.

"Well, [Y/N], do you think I have visited supermarkets every day? Or at all?"

Kyuusaku hugged their doll closer and utter:

"And I was..."

You raised your hand.

"Okay, let me rephrase my question. Why no one of you checked the expiration date?"

Fitzgerald and Q try their best not to look at you.

You sigh. These two

Who knew, that Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald, Leader of The Guild and Kyuusaku Yumeno, also known as Q, would become shopping buddies?

Francis, despite getting his fortune back, still enjoyed sales in shops. And Q liked chaos during sales.

You can't blame Francis. There was something special in Sales, and weren't thinking only about lower prices. Sometimes, you could find something interesting in during Sales, be it a good bag, nice clothes, interesting book, tasty food or so many others important or good things.

Today, Francis and Q have stumbled on a sale in your local supermarket. They returned home with bags full of products from sale. They got home. You helped them unpack. Only for you three to saw, that almost all products (except brown sugar, eggs and flour) will soon expire. And, by soon, you mean tomorrow.

That's how you three got in that situation.

Well, no use to just stand there.

"We three are transforming breakfast into dinner"

__________

"Francis, please, break eggs in a separate bowl. Pancakes with eggshells taste terrible. But have a nice crunch."

"Did eggshell got into your pancake on incident or Tetchou tried to cook again?"

"First, Tetchou not that bad of a cook. Second, it was a bet."

"How it ended?"

"With a lecture from Akiko and half-eaten pancakes in the garbage bin."

____________

"Kyuusaku, please, don't add too much sugar."

"Can I make a few pancakes that sweeter than others?"

"Made them on bunny-shaped pan."

_____________

"Careful with flour, [Y/N]. You almost covered the whole table and my doll in it."

"Sorry... Achoo!"

"Bless you, [Y/N]"

"Thanks you two."

___________

"And Miss Louisa was wondering why we need four pancake pens. I was sure that they will be useful."

"Francis, in a house full of people there is no such thing as useless tableware, pan, clothes, shampoo and so on, and so forth.

__________

"Fitzgerald, are pancakes doing good?"

"Everything is great, [Y/N]. How's the last bowl of pancake butter?"

"Almost finished. Kyuusaku?"

"I am adding jam and whipped cream. No problems from my part."

_________

It took time. But, at the end, you three manage to bake enough pancakes to feed a small army.

You feel proud. You noticed, that two other 'cooks' also looked pleased.

Kyuusaku turned to you and Fitzgerald. They were wearing matching aprons with their doll.

"What we are going to cook next time? When we will cook together?"

You and Fitzgerald exchanged glances.

"Maybe, when we will be on a cooking duty next time. As for the food... I am not sure, my young friend. What do you think, [Y/N]?"

You shrug.

"Will see. Just, please, don't buy almost expired food on purpose. If you want to spend time together, just ask."

Fitzgerald's quiet laugh and Q's giggles were their only answer.

[ofallthingsnasty]

I'm not sure if you're still taking requests for the yandere alphabet, but if you are would you do A I and Q for Crocodile please? I absolutely love how you write him ❤️

Yandere Alphabet letters f, h, n and y for crocodile !!! i'm glad 💕 and of course!! prompt lists like that are super fun, they're excellent for warm ups (☆▽☆)

tw yandere, violence mention, death mention, minors dni

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

That really depends on your definition of love - is it love when he gifts you an entire wardrobe, when he keeps you fed and entertained, when he even indulges your little hobbies and gets you some pencils, some yarn, books? Or is that him playing dress-up doll with you, molding you into something that suits him? Is gift giving not a sign that he thinks about you, that he cares for you? Is it love when he graciously ignores you sulking over dinner instead of beating the blues out of you? Is it not love when he lets himself rest on your lap? Does love need grand exclamations and his hands on you all the time? But it really up to who you ask, hm? Because I'm sure that you see everything in a different light than him. In his mind, he's being more than generous, more than loving - while you probably feel like you're about to suffocate, know exactly that he expects gratitude for all the things he gets you, for all the patience he's shown you. So, is it love, a desire to care for you or is it yet another manipulation tactic? Probably both. As for intensity, that man's entire presence is the definition of stifling - he may not be intense in the traditional sense, but those tiny little touches, that hand on your shoulder, thigh, cheek will feel like they weigh a ton. He knows how to impose, how to talk without opening his mouth.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Nothing big, really. He doesn't want kids, he wants power and an Ancient Weapon - you're a nice addition to that. I think he just wants to keep the status quo once you've... been broken in enough. It's rather simple.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Okay, first thing first: you don't leave. Don't fool yourself into thinking that you can somehow slip through his fingers, that'd be entirely ridiculous - the only way out of this is one of you kicking the bucket, because even if the stars aligned and someone were to come to your rescue, he'd drag you back by the scruff of your neck. And if you die, well, tough luck. That little dream is over, then. Is it going to sting? Sure. Will he have a big fit over it? Depends on the circumstances. But he'll do as he always does - goes back to his never-ending work to accomplish something, to build up something, to get a profit out his work. There just won't be anyone to come home to like there used to be.

[yanderemcu]

Yandere Loki Alphabet

A=Affection (How do they show their love for you) 

Hair playing, hugging,kissing,resting against you, hand holding, cuddling

B=Bound (How much do they share with you) 

He's not that open but tries to trust you

C=Cruel (How do they punish you) 

Isolation,yelling,violence, spanking,starving,silent treatment

D-Desire (How long until they take you) 

3 months

E=Even (To what level are they dominant) 

A little dominant

F=Future(What are their future plans for the two of you) 

Get married, have 2 kids,get a cat,turn you immortal

G=Gifts (What do they give you) 

Jewelry books,daggers,clothes,sweets,blankets, flowers,Asgard stuff

H=Hell (Worst experience with them) 

Angry moments,punishments, jealous moments, times with his family

I=Insane (How insane did they get because of you) 

9/10

J=Jealous(How easily do they get jealous) 

Very very very easily. Someone looks at you they are dead

K=Killing (How do they handle killing) 

Very brutal and painful

L=Language (What is their love language) 

All of them

M=Manipulation(What could you do to get your way) 

Nothing

N=No (To what strength would they go for you) 

He'd do anything for you

O=Obsessed (How obsessed are they with you) 

10/10

P=Pet names(What do they call you)  

Darling,sweetheart,dear,my queen,pet,doll,love,angel,anything with my

Q=Quit (How would they act if you died) 

He'd be completely broken,alone and crying

R=Runaway (What are your chances to get away) 

No chance

S=Stalking (How good are they at stalking you) 

8.5/10

T=Type  (What type of yandere are they) 

Jealous,Possessive, obsessive,clingy,Manipulative, stalker, controlling, sadistic

U=Unique (Different from other yanderes) 

Sees you as a pet

V=Vine (How would they feel if you fought back) 

Loves the game

W=Will (Would they do anything against their loves will) 

Holding,force feeding,ties you up

X=X-Ray (How much do they keep hidden from you) 

A lot

Y=Yearning (How much do they want you) 

7/10

Z=Zzz (How do you two fall asleep together) 

Cuddles you tightly in bed

[hydesjackiespuddinpop]

Doll Parts (2) (12x24) || Kids In America (1x10)

[beanieman]

au where theres no death game (or maybe simulation au) - what do you think everybody's jobs/occupations would be ~10 years in the future? im fond of lawyer sara, personally

Sara Chidouin - I love the idea of lawyer Sara, so lets go with that!

Joe Tazuna - Dog Walker

Gin Ibushi - Child Psychologist

Keiji Shinogi - Private Detective who takes on the cases the police don't look into properly. He finds the truth even if he can't always do much about it.

Alice Yabusame - He stays in Reko's band until it becomes popular, but eventually he decides to do his own thing as he can't play and he really isn't having fun. (As he says in the mini episode.) Eventually he decides to be a hair dresser, and he enjoys that a lot.

Reko Yabusame - Singer

Nao Egokoro - Art Teacher

Kazumi Mishima - He keeps being a teacher

Q-taro Burgerberg - Kids Baseball Coach (He'd have his injuries in this AU so he likely wouldn't be a professional player.)

Kai Satou - Chef

Kanna Kizuchi - Nurse (She's a healer in island mode.)

Shin Tsukimi - Something in IT

Dolls

Ranmaru Kageyama - I feel like he'd be the type to never keep a job for a long time simply because he gets bored and then wants to do something new. So one week he's a convivence store clerk, the next he's sorting books at the local library.

Naomichi Kurumada - Professional Boxer

Anzu Kinashi - Clown

Mai Tsurugi - Bakery Manager

Shunsuke Hayasaka - Track Coach (It says in the art book that he likes jogging, and we know he gets along well with kids because of Gin.)

Hinako Mishuku - Scare Actor

[originalaccountname]

curious on your opinion/theory about this, How do you think Fukuzawa's ability has affected Dazai's?

This answer can have layers, but the conclusion will still be: it did absolutely nothing to it 😅

Ultimately the reason is that no ability can influence Dazai, no exception. No passive powers can affect him (Shibusawa's fog, that blond guy's numbers in Entrance Exam/episode 7, Rimbaud's subspace...) and he nullifies any ability that comes in contact with him (either through a manifestation like Kunikida's things and Q's doll, or the user).

The only "exception" I can think of is Gogol's ability, and the logic behind that one was clearly stated in the manga as being that Gogol's ability affects the space around Dazai, and Dazai suffers the consequences of the laws of physics and will fall into the connected space accordingly (there's something similar that happens during the final battle in Storm Bringer relating to a shift in gravity)

The other part of this answer is that I think there's a 50/50 chance Fukuzawa's ability is absolute nonsense. Yes he was there in Dead Apple and therefore he should have one, but his ability is extremely convenient considering what he does and when it manifested. And sure it seems to have helped Atsushi and Kyouka, but did it really help anyone else? What did it do for them? And was it because of his ability, or because people explained things to them while the ADA gave them a stable home to grow?

But the other option is extremely funny too, and it's that Fukuzawa, through the stress of consistently lying to this kid about having an ability and then accidentally starting to gain more and more actually overpowered young people he has to care for and guide, manifested an ability that would do half the job for him. His ability seems tailored to his current position because it was most LITERALLY made to help with his specific situation. Being a dad does things to you.

[zvdvdlvr]

fluff alphabet

( dallas winston )

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-warnings: sexual references, (mention of) smoking/getting high

-pairing: dallas winston x gn!reader

-reading time: 8-10 minutes ish

-reader's pronouns: unmentioned (lmk if i need to edit)

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

honestly he loves your temper. he loves your possessiveness. dallas loves your fighting spirit. dallas fucking winston admires your anger

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

he loves your pretty lips. he loves to watch them wrap around a cigarette, blunt, and maybe something else...

dallas is a sucker for watching you argue with someone. he loves that you'll argue for him when he's not there, how you'll defend him even when he has all of his morals fucked up, and he especially likes it when you argue with him

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

damn ok so i love the idea that dally always lets you snuggle into his arm while he does whatever. if its smoking, drinking, laughing, talking

either way, dally loves when you're asleep and you're both on someone's couch or whatever and you have your arm draped over him and your leg is thrown over his idfk. dallas just loves you & him

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

him + you + cruising on some back road + getting high

dally has a thing for falling asleep with you while looking at the stars in his car

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

by looking at you and hoping you know whatever the fuck is going on by his facial expression

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

no. i really dont think our very own dallas winston has it in him to sit still for very long. that and dally isn't really a fan of kids

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

dallas showers you in cigarettes, joints, and car rides. dally doesn't have much money, and when he does, he spends that on buying gas for his car, but he saves up for your birthday

for the record, you're the only one allowed to drive his car

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

anytime you're together. dally isnt afraid to show you off if thats a worry of yours, and the gang finds it digestingly cute

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

absolutely pissed. he would go bat shit crazy on the person that hurt you (if someone hurt you) and would be listening to your every beck and call

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

dally isn't much of a prankster, but he jokes a lot. if he can't get a laugh out of you, he'll make daces at you to get you to smile (its so sweet thinking about it)

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

passionately, roughly, and full of emotion. theres so much that you've gone through with dally that he cant and wont fully express what that means ro him, so he makes his kisses meaningful

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

by looking out for you when possible. dally isnt as affectionate as he wished he could be, but will always try to be there for you, whether hes good at comforting you or cheering you on or not

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

either when you made out the first time or the first time he fell asleep

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

regarding you: turning your back on him

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

dallas plays with your fingers when hes nervous. only you know because you can feel how clammy his hands are and who would ever question if dallas winston ever got got nervous?

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

doll, baby, my girl, my boy

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

cruising while smoking with you

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

-young by vacations

-tonight you belong to me by patience & prudence

-garden by pearl jam

-santa monica by THEORY

(idk abt this but whatever)

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

honestly depends on the situmatation

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

it took dally two years to convince you his flirtations and advances weren't bogus

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

Dallas himself has Red Rage. dallas gets defiant and sometimes loud and 18392829 times more reckless, and it takes you a while to get through to him

when you're upset (crying), he will be there to comfort you the best he can. if you're upset (fury), then darry will try to keep you from doing something illegal and will keep you from getting hurt, but will let you do something impulsive if you're absolutely sure thats what you wanna do

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

he's proud that he finally 'caught a good one' in johnny's words. he'll take you everywhere and anywhere you wanna go, especially if its with him. if it's a fight, dally will make sure you're safe and if the fuzz pull up, he'll make sure you escape before people get thrown into cars and into the cooler

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

the thought of you fighting is hot as hell to dally. he'll 100% fight with/for you if you just said the word. fighting with dally would definitely taking a few hits for him and keeping him on his feet

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

depends on how far into the relationship you are. dally's pretty clueless for a while, but will easily pick up on what makes you tick and how to comfort you

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

by asking you when high or half asleep or both. it'd be asked as an idea, with or without your parents permission

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

smoking, driving, you, and johnny.

[gaoau]

yes, you do; you're an abominable sinner

theory of the two demons warnings — none word count — 3.7k

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childlike, joyful cackles ring through the hallway as [Name] makes their way to the training room. they're running slightly late and dreading the moment they step into the room to find Dazai pointing a gun at them again. they raise a brow at the unfamiliar laughter, growing louder and louder as they reach the door. they doubt Dazai has it in him to laugh so joyfully. the glowing bruise hugging their spine and shoulders aches with every little move they make, from turning the handle to closing the door behind them.

there's a young child expectantly gazing up at Dazai, who's broodingly leaning against the wall as per usual and doing his best to ignore the little pesky bundle of energy asking to play. exasperated, Dazai sighs in slight relief now that [Name] is here to take this brat off his back. but when he finds their eyes, exasperation morphs into amusement at the loud rage simmering in their scowl. he figured this was an expected reaction, particularly after memorizing their entire history off their files.

it feels like a million shards of broken glass stabbing and invading [Name]'s bloodstream, smoldering as they liquify to burn them from the inside out. tinted with an ugly shade of innocence, they gawk at Q, clearly no older than ten years old, a worn doll tucked between their arms and a bright grin as they press, "i can play with them now, Dazai-san?!"

he ignores the high-pitched call of his name in favor of smirking at his mentee. [Name] stares back at a hollow, bottomless pit of pure darkness. they can hear wails echoing from its depths. and they don't care—not about how desperate Dazai is to burst into tears or how many friends Chuuya has lost or how much murder has stained their palms. "is this who you wanted me to fight today?" they question in a low snarl. the only thing they care about is the fact that Q is still bright.

Dazai's smile is as weightless and feathery as every other day, though today it dances with a faint hint of mockery. "don't underestimate them; they're a walking catastrophe," he warns, soft voice of proper advice. Q bounces over to him, standing in front of him to curiously peer up at [Name]. "i have a few theories i'd like to test out. go on, Q." he gives the kid an encouraging shove, prompting them to start playing.

giggling bubbly to themself, Q approaches their new playmate with a beaming grin. [Name] can't stand the sight of such a young mirror living in the Port Mafia's clutches. they're cautious of the fragile smile organizations like the mafia enjoy wiping clean off the face of the earth. Q knocks their balled fist gently into [Name]'s stomach and they let their guard down in confusion for a moment. they glance up at Dazai before Q pulls their arm back. from underneath their oversized sleeves, blood drips onto the floor.

[Name]'s heart sinks. "hey, what the hell?" they ignore the ache of yesterday's bruises as they drop to their knees, reaching carefully towards Q. they're holding a glass shard, willingly letting its edges dig into their palm. as they laugh gleefully, [Name] tries to pry it out of their hand.

"get ready to use your ability on them," Dazai chimes in.

"huh?"

before [Name] can even hope to register what Dazai could possibly mean, Q takes it upon themself to rip their doll and activate Dogra Magra. [Name]'s vision blurs as they freeze, a dark handprint manifesting on their wrist. Dazai stays out of sight and out of reach in case they mistake him for a hostile hallucination. but the images flashing directly into their retinas have nothing with reigning demons or little angels, the pure and the tainted floating around them, the echoes of falling creatures drowning in ink. all [Name] sees is blinding lights reflecting from their bleeding palms. the same poisoned whisper plays in their ears like a broken record.

childlike laughter bounces off the walls, but [Name] can't hear it. their hands act on their own as they dig their nails into their forearms, ripping through their sleeves and tearing through the skin and drawing blood. i want to die, i want to die, i want to die, i need to die. what hasn't been completed or who hasn't been saved doesn't matter when selfish desire is much stronger than altruism. they crawl and stumble, reaching for shadows that don't exist.

they touch Q instead. as soon as their fingers come into contact with Q's ankle, the handprint vanishes; the hallucinations cease and they regain their senses. Q frowns—they've never had anyone but Dazai counter their ability.

children so young generally take longer to kill than usual, but [Name] doesn't try to harm Q past stealing a small amount of life from them. it's not life they take; an orange glow activates and vanishes within a second. they shrivel into themself, panting and gasping for air, cradling their torn arms to their chest. with blurry vision, they glare at the drops of blood and sweat dripping onto the ground, falling from their face and crying from their eyes. they gulp thickly, wiping the bloody tears off with trembling fingers. their nerves burn under their skin at the influx of energy.

a pondering hum resonates through the room. it takes them a little too long to realize it's Dazai. he's thinking. "do it again, Q."

[Name] gasps at the order, eyes wide in panic. Q doesn't hesitate to do as told. they grasp the glass shard tightly on their unharmed hand before pressing their fist against [Name]'s shoulder. they try to move away before Q gets hurt again, but they only manage to stumble backwards. this time, however, when Q rips their doll, nothing happens.

Q blinks curiously at this rather odd development. they glance up at Dazai in case he's willing to offer an explanation. as [Name] anticipates anything unreal to attack them with bated breath, Dazai counts. he waits.

a beat later, the dark handprint to identify Dogra Magra's curse resurfaces on their bloodied wrist. the orange glow manifests around them and makes them stronger. images and whispers that make [Name] claw at their skin relentlessly, deeper into their flesh so the blinding lights on the ceiling stop flickering so tauntingly. they thrash helplessly, reaching towards Q blindly. Dazai casts a glance at the broken doll. he's already proven both of his theories. he watches in silence as [Name] takes their sweet time in leeching the energy from Q's activated ability.

finally, their fingers brush against Q's face, leaving a smudge of blood on their cheek while they snap back to reality. the handprint fades away. on their hands and knees, they try blinking the blood away from their eyes. Q's slippers come into focus.

Dazai's voice echoes, "good," and [Name] wishes Dogra Magra would make them a haunting hallucination to disappear as well. "that's all i needed. maybe i'll ask Kouyou-san just to make sure…" he scans his bored gaze over his mentee as they gasp and pant to catch their breath. they might be in excruciating pain from the rivers of blood pouring from their arms, but it doesn't keep them from glaring at him so scornfully, so hateful. he hums, "[Name], clean yourself up. give Q a hand, too, while you're at it, yeah?"

both [Name] and Q watch as Dazai exits the room without as much as a single glance at the mess he's leaving behind. once the door closes behind him, [Name] exhales a heavy sigh of relief, letting their shoulders relax while they sit up on their knees. the ache on their forearms starts to slowly settle, burning on the surface of their open wounds. there's still a tingle on their fingers from when they stole Q's lifespan, but it doesn't seem to be as strong as it was with Chuuya.

still out of breath, they lick their dry lips as they gather their bearings. then they notice Q is silently staring at them. they'd been laughing nearly maniacally before, but now they're awfully quiet. their palms are slashed open and bleeding. they're still holding onto that damned glass shard.

"hey! hey!" they start, taking a step closer to [Name], "can we play? can we?"

[Name] looks at their bright, round eyes. they're a kid. they're just a kid. a young kid who shouldn't be here or in a lab or cutting themself up for other people's gain. (they're just a young kid who shouldn't be here, [Name] thinks, but these are thoughts that don't spare Q or whatever happened in history.) fate bleeds through [Name]'s soul, no matter how resistant and resilient they might be. it turns a fragile shade of agony and helplessness.

crawling closer, they try not to scowl at the walking catastrophe, because it's not their fault at all that [Name] is so angry. "are you okay, kiddo?" they steal the glass shard from them, using Mirror Mirage to crush it into dust without leaving any more scratches on themself. gently, they grab onto Q's wrists, shifting their hands to face up and assess the damage. it makes their blood boil. "these cuts are bad, we should clean them up."

"are we gonna play after?! please?" an excited glimmer lights up Q's eyes—a child's spark lights up the night.

although panting softly, [Name] manages the kindest of simpers, huffing a chuckle. "yeah, sure," they answer and an endearing grin blooms on Q's face instantly. "let's fix this first, though." they get back on their feet, motioning the little kid to follow them. (Q thinks they'll follow [Name] anywhere.)

"okay! i'm Kyuusaku!" they cheer, bouncing excitedly on the balls of their feet. their small fingers snake their way into [Name]'s hand, holding it tightly. their open wound burns and their blood mixes with [Name]'s. "come on, let's go play!" they tug and drag [Name] towards the infirmary; the faster they both get patched up, the sooner they can play, after all.

[Name] laughs to themself, letting Q lead the way. a voice in the back of their head says they should be concerned to know Q seems to be more than familiar with the route to the infirmary in this maze of a building. they ignore it when Q's overjoyed cackles ring through the hallways as they squeeze their hand in excitement. [Name] squeezes back.

Dazai Osamu doesn't believe in anything; not in life, not in death, not in good or evil. he believes humans are so weak they cannot live without a faith to rely on. he scans his eyes over [Name]'s files and finds their faith. it's not loyalty; Mori didn't save them from the ruins of an orphanage. he'd laugh if it wasn't so bitter. when he hands the updated documents to the boss, he glares at him with a gaze that demands confirmation to all his conclusions.

with a chuckle, Mori processes the latest development in Mirror Mirage's training. there seems to be a lot more to it than what those researchers managed to put together. as detailed as the information is, if they had known better than to miss crucial bits like this, they would have tried to keep this little tricky ability under even more surveillance. it's quite the powerful tool. countless organizations around the globe would love to get their hands on it.

"i'll be adding it after this, but," Dazai starts, making Mori hum as he looks up from the papers on his desk, "the nullifying effect lasts around fifteen seconds, which can be quite dangerous if used right. the only issue is that it seems to incapacitate them."

there's always a downside, of course. Mori doesn't expect perfection from anyone, not even from the demon prodigy glowering at him across his office. "they're a better investment than i originally thought, then," is the response he chooses with optimism. it makes Dazai's glare burn a bit stronger.

"you had your eye on them for a while," he states as if it were a matter of fact. it is a matter of fact; he knows this much from what he's gathered so far. mentoring [Name] isn't limited to using them as a punching bag.

Mori stares at Dazai with blank eyes. he takes a second to consider the million results that could come from this interaction depending on his answer. "i did meet them before you. seems they were worth it." he waits for a reaction on Dazai's face. he wonders how quick he is to put two and two together. it's been a year, after all.

"i am curious about that, Mori-san."

"what is it?"

"the attack on the orphanage, the organization we eliminated, the misinformation they acted on," he starts listing off occurrences with the help of his fingers. Dazai stares at Mori with a blank eye. "you know there's no such thing as coincidences on this side of the world."

letting the silence settle for a moment, Mori hums. then he grins. "you're right, Dazai-kun."

Dazai seems surprised for a second at the confession. "what if they find out?" he asks, knowing just how easy it'd be for [Name] to write Mori down on their hitlist. he asks because he can't yet put his finger on what it is this man is scheming.

"i'm not worried about that. they won't find out unless you tell them." Mori shrugs carefreely. he looks Dazai in the eye for a little longer, finding the questions he isn't pressing on. airily, he laughs, "i'll let them be the ace up your sleeve when you put a knife to my throat."

"no way," Dazai chuckles genuinely. he shakes his head, lips curling into an amused grin. "they'd never work with me to take your head—or to do anything, really. they'd rather die."

"well, that doesn't mean much coming from them. i won't be mad if they kill themself, but try your best to avoid it, will you?"

Dazai doesn't believe in anything. Dazai knows [Name] won't slice their own wrists anytime soon. whatever belief he has for them is a lie. "so you did know. is that why you left them to me?" even when knowing this, Mori believes he can save this kid and make him live cleanly, properly.

"i'd like to see where this goes."

the discussion ends there. putting another good word in for their mentee, Dazai relinquishes his position as a mentor. he leaves [Name] to train as an assassin under the one and only King of Assassins deep in the basement. Mori doesn't argue; he trusts Dazai will oversee [Name]'s progress until either one dies and he's making this decision because it's the most profitable. if used right, Mirror Mirage can be an unstoppable weapon. promptly after his report, Dazai exits the office.

Mori watches the door close behind him. he glances at the files on his desk, humming, "i hope it works out for you, Dazai-kun."

Yumeno Kyuusaku doesn't like their name anymore. they did at first, when it was only a cute, fun play gifted to them by the mafia. now that they've gone through hell at Dazai's hand—not to mention the hell that awaits—they hate it. they don't want it anymore. it hurts and they didn't ask for this.

jarring, agonized screams echo through the destroyed training room. blood-curling and nearly deafening, [Name] has never heard anyone wail at the top of their lungs with so much pain in their voice. they want to cover their ears from the horrifying noise. they can't, though; not when Q is clinging onto their shirt with balled fists, trembling in their arms and bawling so loudly. Q buries their face in [Name]'s chest, tear-stained cheeks and bleeding wounds making a mess on their clothes. they sob and shout and hiccup until their throat is sore.

even then, they don't stop. [Name] hugs them closer, wincing at the pain shooting through their body and drilling into their eardrums. they know how painful it is to be a tool for organizations bigger than they can comprehend. Q doesn't deserve this. not the training, the desensitization, the torture, the abuse—whatever name it might have, Q deserves none of this. they cry in the only comfort they can find, and [Name] wants to cry, too. they don't, though; not when it's the last thing Q needs right now.

[Name] can't tell if the blood covering them is theirs or Q's anymore, but they know the open cuts are on Q's arms. they should get those cleaned up sooner rather than later, but when [Name] makes a move to get off the floor, Q grips their shirt tighter. they refuse to let go.

sighing, [Name] listens to them sob and shout and curse, "i'll break him…! i'll break Dazai-san…!" they go in circles. they've been going in circles ever since Dazai (waving his hand dismissively, "do whatever you want.") walked out the door earlier. "i'll break him, i swear i will! i hate him! i'll break Dazai-san, i'll break him…!"

with a tone as gentle as they can muster without shattering, [Name] shushes them, "it's okay, kyuu-chan, i know." they run their fingers through Q's hair, matted with blood and sweat.

"i'll destroy him! i'll burn him down!" Q pounds their fist against [Name]'s chest. it's not [Name] whom they want to hurt, but they know no other outlet that doesn't involve glowing bruises and bleeding out.

"i get it, kyuu-chan. i wouldn't blame you if you destroyed the whole world. i bet you could, huh?"

"i don't want to! it hurts! i don't want this…!"

"i know, kyuu-chan, it's not you—"

"don't call me that!" they snap, pulling away abruptly. the open slashes on their arms burn as the coagulated blood pulls at their skin. [Name] stares at their face. cheeks burning a fierce red, eyes quivering and filled with tears that keep flowing; the face of a child, young and angry, throwing a tantrum over a toy their parents refuse to buy. a bruise on their temple and a scratch on their nose and dried blood on their forehead; the face of a weapon (a walking catastrophe), not a person.

[Name] recognizes this face. it's forever unfading in their mind, whenever they glanced at the mirror wall before going to bed. as Q wails grievances about their cursed name, [Name] can't ignore the lonely kid out of sight, chained up and awaiting death with open arms. they can't hear them and they can't see them, but they know they're there. they don't want Q to end up like that. they don't deserve that—not that [Name] did, either. so they listen.

Q doesn't like their name. [Name] thinks kyuu-chan is a cute nickname. Q hates being called Q or anything similar. it hurts and they didn't ask for any of this. not the hospital beds, the straps, the needles, the experiments, the pain. [Name] didn't ask for any of this. they empathize. Dazai is nothing but a nightmare. it all brings pain because of an ability no one ever wanted. the saying in the Port Mafia goes, the greatest misfortune for Dazai's enemies is that they are Dazai's enemies, but what about the poor fools under his wing?

"hey, hey, it's okay." [Name] holds Q's face to stop their rambling, gently cupping their cheeks and brushing the tears away. they leave a smudge of blood on their skin. they see Q's bottom lip tremble as they bite back their sobs. "i never caught your full name, you know?" and because they're a fool under Dazai's wing, they'll behave just like one, because do whatever you want isn't lenience, but a dare. [Name] knows not to touch what burns, but Q is getting burnt, too, unless they do whatever they want.

there's no such thing as rules here, but [Name] is breaking all of them. Q furrows their brows in a frown, eyes glazed over. for a moment, they don't understand what [Name] is asking. when they let go of their face, they settle down, crumbling against [Name]'s chest once more. they mumble quietly, "…Yumeno… Yumeno Kyuusaku…"

"yu-chan?"

(Dazai tells them, "don't," but they reach for the fire again.)

Q shakes their head. they don't like that, either.

[Name] hums in thought. "yume as in dream?" Q nods this time. "okay, let's see, then. yumekyuu? yumesaku… no, that's so bad, sorry." they hear a faint giggle, bursting through Q's bloodied lips. [Name] breathes easy knowing they're calming down, they're not hurting as much anymore, they're not burning. "menokyuu? yunome…? i'll work on it," they chuckle to themself. Q laughs with them.

it's not much. Q's arms are still littered with open cuts and they're still seething with anger. but they stop crying, sniffling as they nuzzle into [Name]'s filthy shirt, letting them rub their hand up and down their back soothingly. eventually, Q dozes off.

([Name] tells him, "shut up," but they know this pain and it'll never end.)

inside the infirmary, [Name] dismisses their right-hand, "good work today, namiyo-san." namiyo bows and exits, making sure not to disturb her boss after their intensive training with Verlaine.

they open the brown envelope that namiyo came to deliver and pull out a bundle of photographs. flipping through them, [Name] can't hold back the grin tugging at their lips. four kids, each in a different home, but fortunately loved and happy. maria, shion, kentarou, and yuu. they're doing fine now.

the battle isn't over yet.

[creepyyanderegirl]

Yandere Ethan Landry Alphabet

A=Affection (How do they show their love for you)

Hugging,arm over shoulder, kissing,cuddling, holding, holding hands

B=Bound (How much do they show their love for you)

Tells you everything

C=Cruel (How do they punish you)

Violence,yelling,pain,spanking,starving, ties you up

D=Desire (How long until they take you)

1 year

E=Even (To what level are they dominate)

Dominant

F=Future (What are their future plans for the two of you)

Get married and have kids

G=Gifts (What do they give you)

Daggers,weapons,stuff animals, sweets,food,pillows,blankets

H=Hell (Worst experience with them)

Teasing,threats,angry moments, his jealous moments,his punishments

I=Insane (How insane did they get because of you)

10/10

J=Jealous (How easily do they get jealous)

Kills anyone who goes near you

K=Killing (How do they handle killing)

Very brutal and painful

L=Language (What is their love language)

Physical touch,quality time, words of affirmation

M=Manipulation (What could you do to get your way)

Nothing

N=No (To what strength would they go for you)

He'd do anything for you

O=Obsessed (How obsessed are they with you)

10/10

P=Pet names (What do they call you)

Princess,Hunny,sweetheart,sweet thing, babe,baby,doll,baby girl, good girl

Q=Quit (How would they act if you died)

Goes on a killing spree

R=Runaway (What are your chances to get away)

No chance

S=Stalking (How good are they at stalking you)

10/10

T=Type (What type of yandere are they)

Shy,Possessive, Caring,Sadistic, Sweet, Clingy, Obsessive, Manipulative

U=Unique (Different from other yanderes)

Likes the game

V=Vine (How would they feel if you fought back)

Fights you back

W=Will (Would they do anything against their loves will)

Ties you up,force feeds you

X=Xray (How much do they share with you)

Nothing really

Y=Yearning (How much do they want you)

7/10

Z=Zzz (How do put two fall asleep together)

Cuddles you

[lively-potter]

— moon struck ; part 5

— genre ; strangers to friends to lovers, kinda grumpy x sunshine, fluff, angst, smut, angst with a happy ending 🥹

— warnings ; body insecurities ( mentioned ), eating disorder ( mentioned ), oc deals with a severe amount of anxiety and panic attacks, violence, smut ( later ), FLUFF, love struck jungkookie 🥹

— find me on Wattpad ; LivelyPotter

— word count ; 1.5k

— intro , part one, part two, part three, part four

— 2024 © LivelyPotter all rights reserved

— taglist ; @ahgasegotarmy116 @jk97bam

river's pov ; two days later ; six am

Sullenly staring at Jungkook's unread text messages on my phone, guilt bubbled within my veins.

Two days ago, when we exchanged numbers, I had only replied once.

And that was all.

I was too nervous to even text him.

And I felt bad for ignoring him when he didn't do anything wrong – and I was sure to get yet another lecture for my behavior once Corey found out.

It was only a matter of time before Jungkook would come and drop off Moon before he went to work...and I didn't know what to do.

Sighing lowly, I hesitantly opened his message – one he had sent yesterday and gulped.

jungkook: how r u?

Something inside me fluttered at his words, but I pushed those feelings to the back of my mind, to a place I would more than likely never visit unless I was in the middle of a midnight mental breakdown.

I didn't like to allow myself to feel much.

Not even back when I was a young teenager.

I had never experienced love...or romantic feelings towards anyone.

Sure, I loved my family and my friends but romantic feelings...yeah no.

I was better off alone, or so I told myself.

My thumbs tapped lightly on the screen of my cell phone as I sat, cross legged, on the floor beside Sang and a couple of seven-year-olds. I sent a smile to the happy kids and handed them the baby dolls they asked for.

me: I'm great. How are you?

I bit down on my lip, debating whether or not my text was too unfeeling. I rolled my eyes at my conscience and typed out another message.

me: also, I'm sorry for the late reply. I was up late last night finishing up another order for later today and my phone died. I hope you and Moon have been well.

There.

Now my stupid guilty conscience can take a rest.

"You okay, Rivvy?"

I snapped out of my of daze and stashed my phone in my pocket.

Out of the corner of my eye, I watched the familiar matte black Audi R8 park in front of the daycare center and paled.

"Uh, yeah..." I muttered under my breath, feeling the air expelled from my lungs at the sight of Jungkook, dressed in a pair of black pants with red lining down the legs with a matching top.

As always, his hair was effortlessly styled and another pair of black chunky combat boots accentuated his figure and fashion.

I distantly wondered how many pairs of combat boots the man owned and wondered if I could ever pick up the nerve to ask him where he got them so I could get a pair for myself.

I was embarrassed to say that Jungkook and Moon had better style than me.

I preferred to wear clothing that hid my figure...so I wouldn't feel people staring at me all the time.

Before I knew it, I was on my feet and hurrying away when Jungkook opened the back door and disappeared inside the car.

"I'm just... going to...check on the cupcakes! Yeah, that's it!" I snapped my fingers, ignoring Sang's blank stare on my back.

In the background, across the room, Brett's roaring laughter was heard.

"You can only hide for so long, Rivvy!" Brett called after my scampering figure. I waved her off and skidded inside the kitchen. My phone buzzed in my pocket, but I quickly shook off the trepidation of opening the text message that came through.

I know, Brett—no need to remind me.

I groaned and tugged the sleeves of my oversized sweatshirt over my hands and ducked down. You freaking coward.

I gnawed nervously on my lip when the door opened and Moon's excited squeals entered the room. The nervous lip-biting washed away at her happy squeals and my heart quickened in happiness.

Awww.

"Hey, sweet little Moon!" I heard Sang coo in the other room, "I've missed seeing your adorable little face."

Moon gurgled happily, another happy screech leaving her little body. "Riv! Riv! Riv!" her cute little voice chirped over and over. I could barely contain the awed noise that left my lips after she called out to me.

All I wanted to do was leave my hiding spot and cuddle the little cute baby.

My lips thinned nervously at Jungkook's rumbling chuckle. "You'll see her soon, baby. Okay?"

"Awwww! Lemme hold you, little Moon!" Brett exclaimed happily, more than likely already trying to hold Moon.

A cute angry cry left Moon.

"No!" Moon's favorite word other than 'Da' left her, "Wan' Riv! Da! Wan' Riv!"

A victorious snicker left my lips at Moon's blatant refusal of Brett holding her echoed throughout the room. I slowly left my hiding spot to quietly sneak my way to the oven, where the cupcakes were inside baking.

The smell of chocolate was in the air, and within a couple more minutes, they would be done.

The conversation happening in the other room left my mind as I put my focus in getting the cupcakes out of the oven, and onto the rack to cool. I'd have to decorate them later since the order was due tomorrow.

Mrs. Goode's daughter Sarah, the girl we had watched over a couple of times, had a birthday party tomorrow at five, and I'd promised Mrs. Goode that I would have them all ready.

I still had a couple more rounds to make, but I'd get it done even if I had to be up the entire night.

Sarah was such a sweet kid, and I put all my time and effort into making sure she had the perfect little cupcakes for her party.

While my back was turned, the kitchen door opened behind me. Obliviously, I slid on one oven mitt and maneuvered the cupcake pan out of the oven.

"Those cupcakes smell good." a husky voice spoke up suddenly from behind me. Being caught off guard, my heart shot out of my butt.

A shriek of pain left my lips the moment I jumped, the cupcake pan falling to the floor, and in my haste to save them, the mitt fell off my tiny hand and I grabbed the searing hot pan with my bare hands.

My hands burned like I was touching an open flame. Quickly I threw the pan on top of the oven and looked at my burning hands.

"Ow!"

"Holy fuck –" I heard Jungkook mutter from behind me. Instantly, his tattooed hands were on either side of my biceps, and twirling me around to face him. My head was turned downward, so I didn't see his face as he took both of my injured hands in his and observed them closely. "I'm so sorry — I–I didn't mean to scare you." his sad apologetic voice tugged at my heartstrings. I bit my lip as he led me over to the sink and held my hands underneath the icy cold water.

His front was firmly, closely pressed against my back, huddled towards me as his thumbs gently ran over my red palms.

I flushed a deep red at being so close to him and allowed him to continue to hold my hands under the steady stream of water. My head fell back, against my wishes, mind you, and rested on his rest.

The top of my head only met his pec.

Unknowingly, I allowed myself to bask in his touch, enjoying the way he was so close to me.

No man had ever been this close to me.

Ever.

And I liked it.

But I didn't want to like it as much as I did.

"I'm sorry, River." his guilty voice snapped me from my thoughts when the burning sensations dulled. "I swear I didn't mean to."

I licked at my dry lips, glad I wasn't facing him so he could see my blushed cheeks. "I-it's okay." I trailed off, "I should have been paying more attention." I added, not understanding why I wanted to reassure him.

"Still," he murmured, thumbs lazily rubbing circles along with my wrist. And I let him. The heat radiating off of him warmed my chilled body and I unconsciously snuggled against him.

Seeing this, Jungkook smiled above me and pressed closer, warming my body with his. "Do you need me to take you to the hospital? I-I don't mind," he suggested kindly.

Words left us. Jungkook and I only stood in front of the sink, water still running over my hands, both unwilling to part from one another.

While my head continued to rest against his pec, I couldn't help but wonder just why I was feeling...whatever this feeling was when I was near him – or even when I thought about him.

I didn't want to feel this...right?

This was something I had been agonizing over for months, and I was no closer to figuring it out than when I first tried to work through it.

Anxiety stole my breath away and I struggled to catch it back.

I wasn't ready for this.

And I wasn't sure I ever would be.

author's note ; ✨

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