#they are together and a lot more happier than they were when they woke up

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Could you do one where the whole band is in the studio and reader is so desperate that she rides axl in front of everyone. Preferably the original line up in the current era please I love you❤🌷

A/n: I may have gone a little crazy with this but that's ok because who doesn't love the whole pretty boy band <3

Warnings: Smut, gang bang, riding, fingering(f receiving), hand jobs, breeding kink, if you think I missed anything please let me know otherwise enjoy :3

Guns N’ Roses was finally back from tour and you couldn’t have been happier to get to be with Axl again. You called everyday while he was away, with the calls often ending in phone sex, but it wasn’t enough.

You knew from the get go with him that you wouldn’t be able to be with him as much as you might have liked to be, it was just part of being with someone in a band. Didn’t mean you didn’t miss him, in more ways than one.

You’d spent the first few days together, as per usual, but one morning you woke up to find him getting ready to leave.

“Hey, babe, where’re you going?” You asked as you walked into the bathroom where he was.

“Going to the studio today.” He answered through a mouthful of toothpaste. You glanced at his reflection in the mirror then back to him.

“Why? You guys just got back from tour.” He spat into the sink and rinsed his mouth.

“Yeah, where I had a lot of time to think of new songs.” He explained. He planted a kiss on your forehead before heading out of the bathroom and to the walk-in closet. “We’re going to a studio to work on the instrumentals of some of them for our next album.” You watched as he sorted through clothes.

“What about me?” You asked, looking up at him with a small pout.

“What about you?” He asked with a chuckle.

“You expect me to just sit here all day?”

“Don’t you do that a lot anyway?” You glared at him, arms crossed over your chest and he gave you a kiss instead of apologising. “It’s only a few hours and then I’ll be home again.” You scoffed. He started changing in front of you, you watched him shamelessly.

“I’m coming with you.” You stated and started picking out your own outfit.

“No you’re not.” He looked at you with a confused expression. “What would you even do?” You shrugged.

“Nothing.” You said as you found an outfit for yourself. “But I want to be with you, so I’m coming.” He stared at you for a moment before deciding that he’s not going to be able to change your mind.

“Fine, be ready in ten minutes or I’m leaving without you.

You finished getting ready, it took longer than ten minutes but you knew he wouldn’t leave without you, and of course he didn’t. He was still waiting in the kitchen on his phone, completely having lost sense of time.

Upon entering the studio you were met with familiar faces all around. Slash was looking down at his Les Paul, Izzy was watching him and strumming along a rhythm to it. Steven and Duff were talking about dogs. At least you assumed so since they were showing each other pictures of dogs.

They all greeted you and Axl when you came in. Axl guided you to the couch and sat next to you, throwing an arm around you and holding you close to his side.

They were all talking about one thing or another, the tour, home life, stuff like that before actually diving into what they came there for which was the next album.

You were bored out of your mind. No one cared when you went on your phone, you didn’t really have much reason to be there anyway other than them asking your opinion on some things, which lyric fit better, whether or not they should add more solos. You enjoyed helping when you could but you were so fucking bored you were losing your mind.

You started reading about Axl, finding smutty fics about him to pass the time. It did help, to a point. After a few minutes of reading all you wanted was to act it out.

You knew he had his phone in his pocket so you texted him, saying how needy you were. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and looked at it, glancing back at you before responding. He told you to go deal with it in the bathroom. You huffed and stayed seated on the couch.

As they kept talking you decided ‘fuck it’ and started pushing the joint in your thumb against your clit through your thin, summer shorts. It wasn’t much but it was some form of friction, friction you were craving.

You kept your eyes on your phone for the most part but when you heard Slash’s low chuckle you had to look up. His glasses covered his eyes so you couldn’t see exactly where he was looking but you could tell he was looking at you, watching you touch yourself. His hand covered his mouth but he was smiling, you could see it in his cheeks. That much was a motivator to keep going.

You spread your legs and reached your hand into your shorts, continuing to touch yourself but this time with a viewer. Slash kept watching, smiling, chuckling to himself.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Slash?” Axl finally asked. His tone wasn’t angry, even though you couldn’t see his face you could hear the way the corners of his mouth were pulled into a smile.

The guitarist shook his head and gestured to you. You quickly closed your legs and hid what you had been doing so when Axl turned to look at you there was nothing to see. Sure enough he asked Slash what you’d been doing.

“Go deal with your girlfriend.” He mumbled, aiming his gaze to the ground. Axl turned around again and took a closer look at you. Your cheeks were flushed, sweat was starting to collect at your hairline and your breathing was heavy.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” He came over to you, getting your pants and panties off. You started squirming and reaching for your clothes, not expecting him to undress you in front of his band. “I told you to stay home but no you just had come along, now look at you.” He gestured to your now half-naked body. You still tried to cover yourself but he wouldn’t let you, holding your legs apart as his bandmates gathered around behind him to gawk at your glistening folds.

Axl slapped your thigh. “Get up.” You did as he asked, though still wanting to cover yourself. Axl got his half-hard dick out of his pants and sat down behind you before pulling you down on him, slipping into you with ease given how hot you made yourself prior.

He got your legs onto the couch so you were straddling him, backwards cowgirl style. He wanted you to do all the work, since this was what you wanted in the first place. He also wanted this position so that his friends could see everything, from your pretty little cunt to the faces you made when you came.

“Go on, give us a show.” Duff said, already palming himself through his jeans. Axl patted the space beside him for Duff to come sit. He did and pulled out his hard member for you to jerk. You let out a soft whine and reached for him, starting to bounce yourself on Axl’s cock while stroking Duff’s.

Steven came over as well, standing to the side of you so as to not abstract Slash and Izzy’s view of you. He dropped his own pants and waited expectantly for you to let him in on the fun. You glanced back to Axl. “Can’t keep him waiting.” He said with a grin. You looked back to Steven and started pumping his shaft as well.

You thought this was a lot but you knew it wasn’t the end of it either. Izzy and Slash were both standing farther back working themselves. It seemed that you watching them acted as confirmation and they came over.

They didn’t make you take them into your mouth like you thought they would, much to your delight. Instead, they started jerking themselves off in your face and all you could do was wait for them to cum on you.

Your body was getting tired, arms wanted to fall to your sides and your legs began to shake under you as you kept bouncing on Axl. Seeing this the ginger started fucking up into you, making it a little easier.

Of course he knew your body better than anyone and knew exactly which spots to hit to make your eyes roll back. You had five men around you, all with their dicks out for you. It made everything feel better, especially when Duff reached over to rub your clit.

He has long, talented fingers that quickened everything you were feeling. “Fuck! ‘M-’m gonna cum, gonna cum!” You whined, hands clenching and unclenching around Duff and Steven’s cocks which seemed to get Steven over the edge, white liquid spurting onto your lap.

You looked down at it with stars in your eyes. It was then that you realised how badly you wanted all of them to cum on you. You kept jerking Steven off, his voice getting higher now. You could feel Axl twitching inside of you so you looked back at him.

“Please cum inside, want it so bad, please.” You whined. Axl had always wanted kids so you learned early on in your relationship that he had a breeding kink and asking him to cum inside your tight cunt was a sure fire way to make him cum.

Sure enough he grabbed your hips and held you down on him while his cum filled you up. That feeling alone almost made you cum but what really did it was Slash toying with your nipple.

You hadn’t been looking at him so his warm hand was already a surprise but the way he fondled you made your eyes roll back into your head. Your body shook and the couch under you, along with Axl’s lap, was now drenched.

You heard Duff groaning beside you and looked over just in time to catch his dick leaking, thick liquid coating your hand. His hand didn’t stop working on your clit, rubbing it, pinching and flicking. Seeing what made you moan the loudest and sweetest.

Izzy turned your head and thick ropes spurted onto your face. You stared up at him, lips parted as his seed slipped into your mouth. You were in such a trance for a moment you almost missed the feeling of Slash cumming on your chest.

More than once you’d caught him staring at your chest, really anyone’s chest. You smiled up at him and moved up and down Axl a few more times so he could watch your tits bounce while he came.

You were all breathing heavy, panting on one another as you came down from your highs.

“Get up.” Axl said with a heavy breath, patting your thigh. You got up and then started questioning what he wanted, your mind still in a haze. Sweat and jizz mixed together on your body and dripped down.

“Why..?” You asked out of breath and legs shaking beneath you.

“You wanted to get fucked so bad,” the ginger started, “why not give everyone a turn?” You stared up at him with wide eyes as you felt Slash’s big, warm hands wrap around your waist.

[sadtonight]

Morning holder

Summary: someone can be very clingy in the morning — and that's you, not him!

Characters: first year students;

Warnings: none, reader is gender neutral, established romantic relationships, unspecified time period;

Side notes: I was daydreaming about sappy things because I saw a fanart from the other fandom when suddenly I realised that I can write it! Thank you, the ship of two middle-aged men which I'm crying over those days.

Ace

— you begun sleeping together pretty soon after you started dating Ace. He quickly grew used to having you around so much that now not having at least one of your limbs on his body causes him to move himself closer to you and settle your arm around himself. If, by any chance, you wake up during the process, ginger defends himself by lying how you were groping him in your sleep which you hardly can buy, not that it matters as you suspected what he was doing and why anyways;

— though if he wakes up to the feeling of your warm body cuddled closely to his side, Ace just can't be any happier! It feels so nice having your head mashed to his side, arms folded, and legs tangled with his, even if it was too hot to stay that way. Nah, he can't possibly complain. He instead can fondly brush you hair out of your face and lighty scratch your scalp, just admiring how peaceful you were;

— Ace is well aware that he, and in fact you too, need to get up in a few minutes and get ready for the day but still tries to hold off getting up as much as he possibly can. This results in you scolding your boyfriend for not waking up you sooner, but Ace never talks back to you. He just softly smiles at you, and the only thing you can do is pout and wonder what makes him so pleased in the mornings sometimes.

Deuce

— initially when you two started sleeping together in one bed, poor Deuce always freaked out when his drowsy brain registered a person lying right next to him. He calmed down only after cautiously taking a look at your sleeping form. R-right, the boy was dating you... It still sometimes felt like a dream, too good to be true;

— Deuce woke up earlier than the alarm clock: the dream he saw wasn't the most pleasant, consisting of him protecting you from some delinquents who looked uncannily similar to his acquaintances from the school, including himself. The boy was convinced that he abandoned all those ways and was living a life of an ordinary person, or so he thought. In a attempt to turn around to shake off the thoughts, Deuce only then felt arms — your arms — wrapped around his torso, your whole body pressed to his back. He could feel how your chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm;

— although not intentionally, still hazy from sleep, Deuce interpreted it as you being there, behind his back, because you believed in him protecting you and you were there to watch him from behind. The way you were holding him tight with your arms, he was so overjoyed while still overflowing with stress from the dream that he broke down crying, quietly sobbing. Upon waking up and seeing Deuce you couldn't understand why your partner's face was so red and puffy, but you got a lot of pampering from your boyfriend that day.

Jack

— there are undeniably lot's of advantages of having a partner built like Jack. Yet it also means that there are downsides. It was fear on Jack's part: he was anxious about accidently crashing you with his body in his sleep, so he tried to stay far enough when you started to sleep together. However, during nighttime one of you would relocate closer to the other, resulting in the two of you tangled in when the morning rolled out. Beastman had to come up with the solution to avoid unintentionally causing you any harm;

— that's why one day he asked you to sleep on top of him from then on. You weren't sure if Jack would find it convenient sleeping with a weight putting pressure onto him, but if anything it meant more training for the boy which he didn't mind. The position was rather funny, so you didn't miss the opportunity to tease your boyfriend for being so needy for cuddles. Something at the start of the relationship he would vehemently deny, but now Jack only folds his arms and wordless beam, ears perked up — you got him there, didn't you;

— you held onto your words and at night you crawled on top Jack's body each time he was lying flat. And in turn, beastman begun intense muscle training which paid off quickly. Now, he was waking up to you being there, sleeping undisturbed on his chest. He did want to keep watching your frame rise up and down, but Jack didn't feel comfortable staring at you like that without you knowing. So he would wake you up by softly patting your back and with same softness calling out your name;

Epel

— this boy was so eager to sleep with you in one bed! Epel fondly remembers sleeping with his parents and some relatives long time ago when he was just a baby. Winter night never felt more warmer than that! And besides, it was rather.... lovely and romantic to sleep together with your sweetheart right? He daydreamed before how he would keep you in his strong, secure hold, though he reluctantly admitted those feelings to you;

— surprisingly to him, the reality turned out to be the contrary of what he expected. It was Epel who woke up first to realise that he had cuddled up to you instead of it being the other way around. This soured his mood greatly, so he would carefully slide away from you and change the positions. But it happened times and times again which made lavender haired boy wonder if he's missing something, and the thing he was missing was acceptance of the situation;

— once he woke up even earlier than usual, with his head nested in your collarbone and arms embracing you loosely yet again, but it was different. Epel didn't feel the urge to get away or change anything. No, it felt so natural, so familiar and warm just like his childhood memories. However, being so close to you and you protectively squeezing him was an experience he found different while vastly more enjoyable. Could it be that's why it felt so good cuddled up to each other? Whatever it was, Epel decided to resume his rest instead, breathing in warm air around you and returning back to dreams;

Sebek

— sleeping together in one bed and before marriage is highly inappropriate!... It was, before the two of you eventually did sleep together and Sebek found the attempt to be not what he dreaded it to be. When you suggested sleeping apart since you still weren't on marriage stage, half-fae denied your suggestion saying that it was unnecessary — it would be safer if you slept with him. Yes, he wasn't less of a guard even while he was unconscious!

— subsequent nights went relatively peacefully, until one morning, as per usual Sebek woke up and tried to get up for morning exercise, suddenly to feel something pulling him down by his left arm. And it was no other than you, wrapped around his arm like an ivy the boy was so used to seeing back home. It took Sebek by surprise: why were you clinging to his arm? It wasn't because of a pesky nightmare, right? You didn't seem fazed nor troubled. Not risking making the situation worse, he sucked it up and waited for you to naturally wake up;

— royal guard had to ask you for the explanation, because he wouldn't get even a minute of rest if something was bothering you! Upon hearing Sebek's observation, you bashfully presumed that you instinctively wanted to hold him in your sleep. Of course you want to hold him while being do valuable, for he was a capable and apt fae magician and a rolay guard of lord Malleus himself. Although Sebek had to gather all his mental strength to get out of your hold each morning you captured his arm. Turns out, he had so much more training to do and it had nothing to do with physical training...

[celluloidbroomcloset]

Man, I think about that first beach kiss in Season 1 and how everyone said it was awkward and uncomfortable (it was, but damn there were a lot of claims about the actors being homophobic or some shit because of that). That kiss was REFLECTIVE OF THOSE TWO MEN AT THAT MOMENT. Stede had never kissed another man. Ed had probably never kissed another man he was really in love with. Ed surprised Stede, and he definitely wasn't 100% certain how it would be received. Fuck, Stede didn't know he was gay. He may not have known what gay is. He just knew that he was "different" and that his difference wasn't acceptable to a lot of other people. And suddenly he discovers what his feelings mean and what that difference is and he's doing it while also working through a shit-ton of complicated emotions about this one particular man? Of course the goddamn kiss was awkward; they didn't know what they were doing.

And then their second kiss is the one in the moonlight? Stede has worked through all those issues of difference; he's accepted that he's gay, he's embraced that he's gay and that he's in love with Ed, and what's more, that he wants Ed. He's had months to do it and probably also to maybe come to terms with the fact that he doesn't just love Ed, he wants to have sex with Ed. (When, I ask, has this repressed man in a loveless marriage likely felt defined sexual desire for someone before? And now he's quite obviously have sexual fantasies about this man and keeping his crewmates awake at night?)

Ed has gone through a suicidal spiral, hurt a lot of people that he does actually care about (and a bunch more besides), nearly died, woke up to find the man he thought had abandoned him sobbing at his bedside, decided to open his heart to that man again, amassed a ton of guilt and horror at his own behavior, and has no idea who he is at the moment except that if he goes back to being "Blackbeard," he's probably going to die.

After a day of peace and fun (pirate-style), they get to be alone together, really for the first time since Ed woke up (since they spent most of that day at Mary and Annie's, getting Virginia Woolf'd). But it's not awkward. They haven't fallen right back into their old pattern of being uncertain about their own feelings or about the other guy's feelings. They're both way more confident about their relationship and where it's going.

Stede deepens that kiss because he's been pining for literal months and now he's got Ed back. Ed's very much not ready to go further than a kiss, but he's obviously happier, and Stede is ready and willing to meet him where he's at. But, like, man, that's their second kiss. Like their first, it very much expresses where they both are - it's open, and it's tender, and, yeah, it's sexual in a way that the first one wasn't because they're moving towards that in their relationship.

I hope we get to see more casually intimate relationship things with them in the next season, when they've actually been together for longer and open with each other for longer, but I really love how this season builds on everything that the first one established. Of course their first kiss is awkward and of course their second one reflects how they've both changed, separately and now together. Then their third kiss is all desperation and longing and desire to feel alive (don't get me started on how Ed nearly died and Stede just killed someone and they both want to feel each other's heartbeats, dang it).

A lot of romantic comedies and dramas just treat the various kisses as stepping stones to the next point in the relationship, but the situations and characters developed in this silly gay pirate show prove how very complex and messy relationships are, and each kiss reflects that complexity and messiness. They're not stepping stones; they're reflections of what the characters already know and feel for each other.

10/10, David Jenkins and directors and actors, et al.

[lives-in-midgard]

An important question

Pairing: Evan Buckley x reader

Summary: When Buck comes home after a long shift at work, you spend time together and Buck asks you an important question.

Word Count: 507

A/N: Hey everyone! I'm so happy that a lot of people liked my first Buck x reader headcanon and I hope you like this short fanfic too!

Divider made by @firefly-graphics

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You and Buck had been dating for a few months and were happier than ever. After work, he sometimes comes to your apartment or you drive to him.

Today you were already at his apartment cooking his favorite meal for when he gets home after his long shift at work. Dinner was already in the oven when you heard Buck open the apartment door.

When Buck opened the door, he could smell what you were cooking and immediately started to smile because he knew you were here. Buck walked into the kitchen with a big smile on his face.

“Hey babe.”

“Hey Buck.” You said with a smile and walked closer to him. Buck pulled you into a hug, holding you close to him.

“I’m so glad you’re here.” He murmured, then kissed your forehead gently.

“Rough shift?” You looked up at him and he nodded.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You asked and he shook his head. You placed your hand on his cheek and then said.

“That’s okay, you don’t have to. How about we cuddle and watch a movie after dinner?”

“That sounds perfect.” Buck smiled and pulled you into a passionate kiss. Then you had dinner and did exactly what you suggested. You snuggled up in bed with your head on his chest and Buck started playing with your hair while you watched a movie. After the movie ended Buck turned the TV off and kissed your forehead. A few minutes later you were both asleep.

When you woke up the next morning, you were still cuddled up to Buck.

“Good morning, babe.” He mumbled, rubbing your back softly.

“Morning, honey.” You said, looking up at him and Buck started to smile.

“I love you so much.” Buck suddenly said.

“And I love you.” You told him, then Buck tucked a hair behind your ear and kissed you. You turned away and cuddled for a few more minutes.

“There is something I wanted to ask you for a while now.” Buck broke the silence.

“Oh, what is it?” You asked, sitting up, so that the two of you were now sitting next to each other.

“I was thinking, how about you move in here.”

“Are you sure, you know I can be chaotic sometimes.” You said, making Buck chuckle.

“Of course, I’m sure. I would love to go to sleep and wake up next to you every day and when I came home yesterday after that long and exhausting shift, I was so happy to see you.” You smiled but were quiet for a moment.

“You don’t have to decide now if you’re not sure.” He continued to say.

“No, I want to move in with you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I would love to.” You said, feeling so happy to make the next big step with Buck. Later that day, you and Buck talked about when you wanted to move into his apartment. You are both so happy together and can’t wait to spend more time with each other.

[fictionalwh0ree]

Hi and happy new year!

May I please make a Billie request where she and reader have been friends for years and finally start dating but decide to keep it secret since Billie's friends and fam have been bugging her for years about asking the girl out. But one day Billie forgot she invited Claudia and Zoe over for girls night, so they walk in on them.

girls night- billie eilish

summary: after spending years longing for each other, you and billie finally get into a relationship. nobody knows about it, not even her friends or family. when claudia and zoe walk in on them making out during a girls night the couple had clearly forgotten about, well, i can't say they were surprised...

word count: 1.3k

warnings: none

gif by @sweetfridays

it all started at the beginning of the happier than ever tour. you and billie had been friends for years and years, and due to the pandemic, neither of you were travelling or working quite as much, meaning you spent a lot of time together. from going out shopping, to running errands, to sitting at home and watching movies, you two did it all. so when billie’s tour began and she had to be away from you for weeks on end, she felt like she was missing her other half. finneas, who was on tour with billie, noticed how you two would spend every free moment on call, even if it was just to sleep or watch videos in silence. he noticed how billie would hide her face when you’d compliment her outfit for the show. he noticed billie’s adoring eyes as she watched you sleep on facetime. he even noticed how billie would run to the mirror to fix her hair and put on a lip tint when you asked to call.

that’s when the teasing began. at first, it was subtle. finneas would ask billie about you, waiting for the familiar blush that would appear at your mention. then, as time passed, and it got more obvious, finneas would push billie to ask you out. billie always insisted that you two were just friends. that her behaviour was just adoration for someone she was inspired by, just like her other friends, but finneas knew the truth.

soon enough, billie’s friends picked up on her crush too. they noticed how much she talked about her and how she got nervous when someone brought you up. by the time she was 3/4 done tour, there wasn’t a day that would go by without someone teasing her. claudia and finneas would share knowing looks when billie smiled too hard at your name, or when she denied her crush with red tinted cheeks.

when the tour was finally over, the first thing she did was dedicate a whole day to spending time with you. that day ended in a way both of you had hoped of but neither of you expected. from that day on, you were her girlfriend. despite every urge she had to scream it at the top of her lungs and let the whole world know, you two kept it private. she didn’t even want to tell her friends or family, waiting for a day where “i told you so” wouldn’t be the first reaction. you weren’t mad at all, liking the privacy, and also finding it kind of cute how petty she was being over this.

one day, when everyone had an evening free, billie invited you, claudia, and zoe over for a girls night. the plan was for everyone to show up at 7 pm. you also planned to show up at 7, it was inconspicuous. however, you spent the previous night at billie’s. when you woke up in the morning (afternoon), you planned on leaving right away to give yourself enough time to get home, do some cleaning, and get ready. when billie saw you grabbing your bag, she walked up behind you and wrapped her arms around your waist. she placed gentle kisses on your neck, asking you to stay for lunch between them. you said no, telling her you had to clean and get ready, that you’d be back at 7. you looked at her through the mirror in front of you, her blue eyes glistening and pleading you to stay.

“let me make you lunch,” she said.

and who could say no to her? definitely not you. so you stayed. lunch turned into dishes and dishes turned into a snack and a snack turned into a movie. before long, you had lost track of time. when you looked down at your phone, you panicked, seeing 5:30 pm written in big bold letters. you rushed to grab your things, telling billie you’d be a little late for later, but she had a plan.

“why don’t you get ready here?” she calmly suggested.

“what?” you asked, confused.

“if you leave now you won’t be back til like 8. you already have a ton of your stuff here anyway. just get ready here. zoe and claudia will just assume you were early,” she explained, chewing on some almonds.

“i- i guess,” you said, setting your bag down.

you followed billie upstairs. she had woken up before you, meaning she had a little less prep to do. you showered and wrapped yourself in a towel before moving onto makeup. you two stood side by side in the bathroom mirror, following your usual routines. by the time you were halfway through your makeup, billie was done. she moved to the adjacent bedroom while you finished up. once you were done, you changed into a pair of clothes you had left at billie’s and joined her in the bedroom.

when you walked in, her eyes immediately moved from her phone to you. she looked you up and down, smiling slightly.

“what is it?” you asked her, your face feeling hot.

“how did i get so lucky,” she said genuinely, getting up from her spot on the bed to hug you.

“stop it,” you said, placing a kiss on her lips.

she went back for seconds, leaving you smiling into what was supposed to be an innocent sign of affection. once she slipped some tongue in, you knew the direction this was going in. within minuted, you’d gone from your standing position to her lying against her headboard with you on top, making out. billie’s hands slid down your body to your lower back, causing you to arch into her.

unbeknownst to either of you, claudia and zoe had to use billie’s spare key to open the front door as neither of you were picking up the phone or answering the knocks. they stepped into the quiet house, calling out billie’s name. shark barked eagerly, tongue hanging out of his mouth as he waited to lead his friends to his mom. they followed the dog up the stairs and around the corner, right to billie’s door. seeing the door shut and knowing your car was in the driveway, the two girls shared a look. claudia put her ear up to the door. once she realized there was no moaning, she looked at zoe, who nodded. with that, claudia pushed the door open at once. you jumped off billie’s lap and into the spot next to her, the two of you looking at your friends like deers in headlights. with your lipsticks smeared across billie’s lips and the kiss marks on her neck, there was no denying what was happening.

“ah ha!” zoe said, a large smile adorning her face.

“we knew you liked her! you spent all this time denying it just for us to walk in on this on girls night?!” claudia laughed.

with billie’s cheeks were red as ever and your own cheeks hot as hell, you had nothing else to say besides, “well, you got us.”

“come here!” claudia cheered.

you both got out of bed and walked to the other two girls, who enveloped the two of you in a group hug.

“we’re happy for you,” zoe said.

“we’re really really happy for you,” claudia emphasized, causing you and billie to break out in smiles.

as you pulled apart from the hug, you couldn’t help but smile at billie’s face. your lipstick sloppily coated her own lips, making her look like a kid who had played with her mothers makeup

“what?” she asked, smiling back.

“come here,” you said, licking your thumb.

you used your finger to wipe the stains off, a smile on your faces the whole time. claudia couldn’t help but let out a little “aw” as she snapped a photo of the moment. the first photo someone had taken of you two as a couple. you couldn’t help but feel grateful for the supportive friends and girlfriend you had in your life.

[lucy90712]

hii

pls could write a Jude Bellingham x reader YN is Jobes best friend since they were like 5 and YN moved next door, she always had a crush on Jude and everyone could tell but he always turned her down and then he sees her tryna move on and he’s like what’d u think ur doing

WC: 2.8k Ever since I was born pretty much I've known the Bellinghams. When I was born Jude was a little over a year old and then Jobe was born about a year after that. Our parents were friends before any of us were born and they lived just down the road from each other so all of us have been around each other pretty much from the day we were born. As we grew up I only became closer with both Jude and Jobe but as we've gotten older I have gotten closer to Jobe as he's around more and I just feel like I have more in common with him than I do with Jude as he's older so he can always do things before we can. 

One of the other reasons I think I'm not as close with Jude is because I've had a crush on him for a while, when he moved away to go and play in Germany my feelings for him started to change. It seemed like he became a man all of a sudden, he wasn't the Jude I used to know from when we were in our early teens he was different, all of a sudden he was the most attractive man I'd ever seen. Whenever he came home all I could do was admire him and the muscles he'd clearly been working hard to get as well as his face which just seemed so perfect. It was obvious to everyone that I has a crush on Jude even Jobe made fun of me a few times for fawning over his brother. There came a time when Jude sat me down and tried letting me down gently saying that he thought we were better off as friends which hurt a hell of a lot at the time but I've since got over that disappointment. 

Sadly I never got over my feelings for Jude instead I just distracted myself with other guys who were nowhere near as good as Jude and honestly half of them I didn't even really like but it was only a bit of harmless flirting I never went any further as I just didn't want to. I know one day I'll meet a guy I love as much if not more than Jude and then I'll be happier than I am now pining over a guy that doesn't even like me back. It's been a while since I've seen Jude as he's been so busy with the end of the season which has actually helped me quite a lot as not seeing him and trying not to pay much attention to things he posts has kept him out my mind. All of this has been on purpose too as my birthday is today and I didn't want to only be thinking about Jude on my birthday. 

With it being my 18th birthday all my friends have convinced me to go out clubbing with them. They've all turned 18 already and have been out quite a few times and they want me to join them. There has been times they've tried to convince me to get a fake id but I refused as I'm not bothered about going out plus it wouldn't work anyway as quite a few people here know who I am because of my friendship with Jude and Jobe so I never bothered. Sadly Jobe can't come and enjoy my birthday with me as he's not 18 yet but I promised I'd spend the rest of the day with him as he said he didn't want to not see me on my birthday. We've spent all of our past birthdays together and I couldn't be the one to ruin that tradition plus I think I'll enjoy spending the day with Jobe more than I will then going out. 

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As it's my birthday I wanted to sleep in for a bit longer than I usually would but that didn't happen as the sound of my phone notifications woke me up. When I looked at it my home screen was flooded with notifications of texts and Instagram posts from my friends. I answered a few texts before there was a knock on my bedroom door and my mum came in with breakfast for me which she'd spent her morning making. She had to go to work but she promised that she'd give me my presents later before I go out which didn't bother me as I don't need any presents I just want to enjoy my birthday. 

Once my mum had left I went back to looking at my phone and replying to people, at some point I went on Instagram and saw that Jude had tagged me on his story and I don't think I've ever clicked on a notification so quickly. He had posted a picture of the two of us from when we were younger covered in mud from where we'd been playing outside in the rain with a caption wishing me a happy birthday. It made me feel all warm inside that he bothered to post something instead of just texting me as he doesn't post much that isn't to do with football. 

After I'd caught up on my notifications I got myself out of bed and got ready so I could go and see Jobe. He wanted me to go to his so I text him just before I left the house so he'd be expecting me. Seeing as its only a few minutes down the road I was happy to walk plus it's such a nice day that I wanted to get outside and soak up the sun even if it's only for a few minutes. When I arrived I didn't even get the chance to knock on the door before it swung open and Jobe tackled me straight into a hug. Jobe has always been like this with me we are just so close that we are always excited when we get to spend time together especially on special days like birthdays. Eventually he let go of me and allowed me inside but he quickly covered my eyes as he said he had a surprise waiting for me in the living room. I was a bit nervous as you never know what a Jobe surprise will be but I had a bit of faith that he wouldn't do anything I'd hate on my birthday. 

It felt like we walked forever but eventually we stopped and Jobe instructed me to open my eyes. It took a second for my eyes to adjust but when they did the first thing I saw was a smiling Jude sat on the sofa. If it were possible my jaw would've hit the floor as Jude wasn't supposed to be home he was supposed to still be in Germany for another week but there he was and I definitely wasn't seeing things. 

"Happy birthday y/n/n" Jude said 

"What are you doing here I thought you still had to be in Germany" I questioned 

"You didn't think I'd miss your 18th did you plus I may have lied to be able to surprise you" he said 

"I'm so happy you're here it's been ages since I've seen you" I said 

He got up and gave me a hug before ushering me to sit down while him and Jobe ran off somewhere. They came back a minute later holding far too many presents which they piled on my lap so that I couldn't move anymore. I tried telling them off for getting me so many unnecessary presents but they insisted that it was necessary as in their words you only turn 18 once. Seeing as they were both so excited about it I opened the presents in whatever order they agreed on which did involve a bit of arguing but we got there in the end. They got me so many nice things that made me feel so loved but also a bit bad as I could never afford to do the same for them. 

"Thank you guys so much I really appreciate everything but you shouldn't have gotten me so much I'll never be able to top or even match that" I said 

"It's ok we don't need you to do anything for us we just love having you around" Jobe said 

"Aww you're going to make my cry" I said 

"Don't cry instead tell me what you've got planned for today" Jude said 

"Well first I'm hanging out with you guys but then my friends convinced me to go out tonight" I said 

"Is it just you and your friends going?" Jude asked 

"Yeah me and I think 3 of the girls the rest can't make it" I said 

"Well I'm coming with you whether you like it or not I'm not letting you go out for the first time without someone to keep you safe" he said super seriously 

"I'll be fine Jude I won't even drink that much" I said 

"I don't care it's not safe for you to be going out with just a few of your friends I promise I'll leave you be I just can't let you go alone" he said 

"Fine you can come but be prepared the girls will go crazy" I laughed 

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I spent the rest of the day with Jude and Jobe just hanging out like we used to do all the time when we were a bit younger. They even got me a cake which they definitely aren't supposed to eat with their diet but they did and made me promise not to tell anyone. A bit later I had to leave to get ready but not before Jude cornered me to make me promise to text him when I was ready to go and he'd come over so we could go together. I was still anxious about him coming as for one I don't want to get drunk and say something stupid to him but also I didn't want him to be on my mind all night. Tonight was supposed to be the night I get to let go and enjoy myself and maybe find a guy I like to flirt with but I feel like I can't do that with Jude around as my mind will be on him the entire time. I appreciate his concern about me going out but I can handle myself and I'd be fine without him. That being said it's been a long time since I've really spent any time with him so it will be nice to have Jude there. 

Once I was home and getting ready I was texting my friends to get their opinion on my outfit as I don't really know what to wear out. They helped me get it down to two options but once I told them Jude was coming they picked the shorter tighter dress straight away as they know I like Jude so I guess they are being good friends. Seeing as they picked a nice dress I decided to go all out on my hair and makeup too and if I do say so myself I looked pretty good. After I'd done a few touch ups I text Jude to let him know I was ready and headed downstairs to put my shoes on as I knew he'd be a few minutes. 

Jude arrived and honked the horn of his car to get me to go outside (let's just pretend he can drive) so I made my way to the car slowly trying to not fall over with my heels on the gravel of the driveway. Jude must've noticed my struggle as he got out the car and helped me into the passenger side of the car. 

"You look beautiful" he said 

"Thank you" I said feeling my cheeks turn pink 

"You know you don't have to drive if you want to drink we can get an Uber" I said 

"No it's ok I won't drink I'm only going to make sure you and you're friends are ok" he said 

"They're all really excited that your coming I think they might spend more time with you than they will with me" I laughed 

"I won't let them you'll barely notice I'm there" he smiled 

We arrived at the club and true to his word Jude disappeared as soon as I was with my friends although he did instruct me to put any drinks I had on a tab he'd make for me as he didn't want to me pay for anything on my birthday. He'd gone before I could argue with him so I didn't bother I just did exactly what he told me to and got myself a drink before heading to dance with my friends. As I was dancing my friends told me that there was a guy who wouldn't stop staring at me so I managed to sneak a glance in his direction and he was actually really cute. He noticed me looking at him and shot me a smile before making his way over. 

Straight away he complimented me but not just on my outfit which made me let down my guard a little bit as I could tell he was genuinely interested in me. Once he found out it was my birthday he wished me a happy birthday and offered to buy me a drink which I was happy to accept. As we both sipped on our drinks we started properly talking and we just got on like a house on fire. We actually had a few things in common and he was such a nice guy that it was hard not to get along with him. Once we finished our drinks he took me back to the dance floor and we danced together. To begin with he didn't have his hands on me but I grabbed his arms and put his hands on my waist as I was feeling little more confident than usual. 

I was really enjoying myself dancing and laughing with this guy my mind was only thinking about him and not about Jude at all. It's been so long since I've thought about any guy in front of me and not compared him to Jude, it was honestly so nice to have finally found a guy that made me forget about Jude and that clearly had the same feelings that I did. My enjoyment was short lived though as not long after I felt someone grab my arm and pull me away, I was about to punch the person until I got a look at them and realised it was Jude and honestly I still kind of wanted to punch him as he was supposed to leave me be and I was actually enjoying myself. 

He dragged me all the way out of the club and back to the car which is when he finally let go of his grip on my arm and I just stared at him. Neither of us moved nor said anything for a good few moments until I decided I wanted to go back in if he wasn't going to talk but as soon as I turned around he grabbed my arm again and brought me back to face him. Again the staring ensued and I was really starting to get annoyed. 

"What's going on Jude if you aren't going to say anything let me go I was enjoying my time with that guy" I said 

"I can't let you go back in" he said hastily 

"Tell me why then as I'm not going to stand here forever" I said 

"Because I'm jealous ok I don't know why but seeing you with that guy made me realise that I've been lying to myself for a long time I do have feelings for you I've just been trying to tell myself I don't as I don't want to ruin our friendship" he admitted 

"What you have feelings for me?" I questioned in complete disbelief 

"Yeah I do I know that I made it seem like I didn't see you that way but I have had feelings for a while I just didn't want to change things between us or make things awkward with you and Jobe as I know how close you both are but I can't keep lying I want to be with you y/n" he said 

"I think it's pretty clear that I still have feelings for you and I really want to give us a go I know it will be different but let's be honest Jobe’s been wishing we'd get together for ages so I'm sure everything will be ok" I said 

"Then will you be my girlfriend officially?" He asked 

"I would love to" I smiled 

"Now let's go and have some proper fun" he said taking my hand to lead me back inside 

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Meet Me At The Altar

AN: for those that don't know angst is my specialty so be prepared 🤭🤭🤭

Synopsis: Your dream wedding to the love of you life is quickly approaching and you couldn't be happier. Little did you know, Joe hasn't been completely honest with you and you get a lot more than you bargained for when it finally gets revealed

Pairing; Joe Burrow x Reader

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You twirled around to show your mom, older sister, and best friend your wedding dress as final alterations would be made to make sure that it fit you perfectly. You were due to become Mrs. Joseph Lee Burrow in about another month or so and the closer you got to the wedding date, the more that reality was setting in. You had planned out your wedding with your big sister Marlene ever since you were eight years old while she was ten but swore up and down that she would never get married. 

She claimed that boys were too much trouble and maybe she was right.

She had been married before.

And divorced before.

Twice by the age of twenty five.

But you always had hope, and sure enough your dreams came true when you had met Joe and he had swept you off your feet. No one could compare to him and you had even confessed to Marlene that you knew for a fact that he was going to propose to you.

Within three weeks of you telling her that, he did while on a trip for the two of you to the Bahamas.

The engagement would only last a total of eight months with the two of you wanting to walk down the aisle as soon as possible.

You looked over at all three of them to see them handing the box of kleenex to each other as tears brushed the corner of their eyes as they peered up at you.

“So, what do we think?” You asked them as your best friend and maid of honor Camille simply let out a sob.

“Umm, okay, so obviously Camille likes it. Just… girl…. Get yourself together. We have a month to go still. Now mom, Mar?”

“You look absolutely stunning and his jaw will hit the floor once he sees you.” Your mom said as she came over to you and grabbed your hand. She was proud that she raised two daughters who were successful and only wanted the best for the two of you.

“Gorgeous as ever, baby sister. He’s going to really love it. I’m so happy for you. Hopefully this is your first and last marriage. The last thing you want is to be like me and mess up not only once, but twice.”

“Mar, you simply learned a lesson from it. It’s not the fact that you messed up. You truly thought that the both of them were your forever, but it’s their loss anyway. I know how amazing my big sister is even if they don’t.” You said while smiling at her as she came to squeeze your other hand that wasn’t occupied by your mom.

“All they have to do is take in the back a little more and it’ll be a perfect fit.”

You had turned the key into your front door and was met with hearing the sound of the television from the living room. You figured that was where Joe was and you followed the sound to find him knocked out with your puppy Jonah that was a gift for you from Valentine’s Day earlier this year laying at his feet. You took the opportunity to hop into his lap while kissing his cheek. He woke up startled, but immediately relaxed as he saw that it was you and wrapped his arms around you.

“Mmm, when’d you get back, baby?”

“Just now, but you were too busy sleeping to hear me come in.”

“Did everything go okay with your fitting?” Joe asked as he was now massaging small circles along your back and kissed your forehead.

“Yes, and I’m so excited for you to see it. She has to take the back in a little bit at the top and it should be fine.”

“And it’s loose enough so….?”

“I’m not even showing yet so when we want to let everyone know we can, but for now it can stay between us.”

“But we have another month to go.”

“I promise that the design of the dress will make it very hard to tell if anyone is in there.” You said as Joe placed his left hand on your somewhat flat stomach before smiling at you.

“Can’t believe we’re going to be parents too. I couldn’t see myself doing this with anyone else.”

“Me either. Ever since that first date, I couldn't get away from you since.”

“Well, damn. You make it sound like I’m sort of a stalker.” Joe said and you simply laughed.

“You were very persistent I should say.”

“And being persistent led to me finding my wife.”

“And also led to you getting me pregnant.”

“Well it’s not like you exactly said no and you weren’t complaining when I had your legs on my shoulders.”

“Touche, Burrow.” 

“Calling it like I see it, baby.”

As the wedding date got closer, you noticed how Joe seemed like he was distancing himself from you. You just assumed it was because he had a lot going on and wanted to get finished before the two of you walked down the aisle so that all of his focus would be on you and the little life growing inside you. 

But maybe you were overreacting. 

Then again, he would be waking up early and coming home later more frequently. He would always tell you the night before if that would be the case for the following day, however, he hadn’t been doing that either which left you confused.

You knew your fiance inside and out and knew that there was something off about him so you took it upon yourself to send him a text around 3 pm asking him what time you would expect him back home. 

You- Joeyyyyy

He replied about seven minutes later.

Future Hubby- Yes, baby? You okay?

You- I’m fine, when should I expect you? I’m making food for us

Future Hubby- I’ll try to be back around 8 but no promises

You- I’ll expect you at 8 because your future wife hasn’t seen you all day and I miss you so make it happen

Future Hubby- Yes ma’am. You know you’re my priority. I’ll be there as soon as I can

You- Can’t wait 

“Is that her again?” Marlene asked Joe as the two of them were tangled up in her white bedsheets with her laying her head on his chest.

“Yeah, it is. I promised her that I would be back by eight so I need to leave soon.”

“When are you going to leave her? You said that we would be together and you keep putting it off.”

“First of all Mar, I’m cheating on my soon to be wife with her older sister. It’s a little more complicated than that. And when the hell did I ever say that? I never planned on leaving her for you. Let’s be real.”

“How so? And you have said it..”

“Do you not care about your little sister’s feelings at all?” Joe questioned her and she immediately rolled her eyes.

“Well, do you? I see that you’re here in my bed and not at home with her so what does that tell you exactly?”

All Joe did was sigh.

“She’s pregnant Marlene. I’m not about to do that to her.”

“Just pay child support, she’ll be okay. And besides, I’ve been meaning to tell you something.”

“What?”

“I’m pregnant too.”

Joe realized that he had only one month to go before he walked down the aisle to you, he wanted to spend as much time as he could with Marlene. The two of them had been sneaking behind your back for a while and as much as Joe was trying to cut it off, he didn’t have enough strength in him to do it. Something about her kept him wanting more and pulled him back in every single time.

The first encounter happened when she came over to the house, still distraught about her latest divorce being finalized. The two of them had been legally separated and Marlene wanted to see if they would be able to work things out, but it didn’t go like she wanted it to. She was looking for you, but Joe, seeing her so upset, invited her to come in and said that if he could help her in any way to tell him.

He helped her alright.

Making her cum over and over again in the bed that you two shared.

And you had no idea. 

But why would you suspect anything?

She was your older sister, your ride or die, one of your best friends that you trusted with your life so why did she feel the need to go behind your back like this?

Truth be told, she didn’t know why.

You were her baby sister and she would murder anyone who caused or brought any harm towards you, yet she was the main one doing it.

When she thought about it, keeping it a secret from you was the best thing that they could possibly do, but secrets eventually get revealed and she knew that she wasn’t ready to face you. There was no excuse in the world that she could give to you that would make you forgive her and she knew that.

Joe was everything to you and oftentimes you would confide in her about him and about your relationship.

She had never seen you so happy and even though she was happy for you, she couldn’t help but to feel jealous also.

She had already been married and divorced twice.

When was it going to be her turn to feel an ounce of happiness?

Joe was silent for a few minutes while trying to get his thoughts together.

“When did you find out?” Joe asked as he hung his head in disbelief. He could hide a lot of things from you, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to hide an entire human.

“About two weeks ago.”

“How far along are you and are you keeping it?”

Marlene got a confused look on her face and couldn’t believe that he had just asked her that.

“Are you serious? Of course I’m keeping it. And I’m about a month and some change in.”

“And we’re going to explain this to your sister how? Especially if they look like me! And that means you’ll be due before her. Fuck!”

“So I’ll actually get to have your first born and not her. I thought that you would be a little more excited than this.”

“Move so I can get dressed.”

Joe was now sitting across from you eating his dinner in silence and you couldn’t take it anymore. He had been quiet since he had gotten back home, only barely kissing you on the cheek and nothing else. You could tell that something was bothering him and you were going to try your hardest to get it out of him.

“Babe?” You said, but was met with silence.

“Baby?”

Silence.

“Joe?”

Silence.

“Joey?”

Silence.

“JOSEPH!”

“HUH?! What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong is that I’ve been calling you for the last two minutes and all you’re doing over there is staring into space. Baby, what is wrong with you? You’ve been off for these last couple of weeks.”

“I’m sorry, I just…. I’m tired, that's all. Wedding planning is a lot but I wanted to make sure that everything was the way that you wanted.”

“But it’s your wedding too, not just mine.”

“I know, but you know I’ll always do anything that I can to see you smile. I just love you a whole lot and I don’t want you to ever forget that.”

“Why would I ever forget that? And I love you too, more than anything.”

“We never know what tomorrow might bring and you know I’m always going to tell you how much I love you every chance that I get.”

“Are you sure that there’s nothing else bothering you?” You asked, looking across the table at him concerned.

“No, I promise.”

“Okay, well I promised to call Mar before I went to sleep so I’m about to go and do that while you finish.”

“I got it, baby. Just go ahead, I’ll be right behind you.”

“Okay.” You got up from the table while putting your plate and glass in the sink before going over to Joe and leaning down to kiss him. He eagerly kissed you back and it almost seemed as if it was desperate.

Like you were going to disappear into thin air once he broke away from you.

“I love you and I’ll never get tired of saying that, you mean everything to me and I can’t wait to marry you.” You said while smiling at him and running a hand through his hair.

“I love you too and you know that no one else compares to you. Can’t wait to change your last name.”

All you did was smile in return before leaving the kitchen and making your way to your shared bedroom as Joe was trying to come to terms with the mess that he had now made. How could he go into your marriage with this hanging over his head? It was only a matter of time before Marlene said something and he felt as if he had to do it first.

But knowing this, you probably wouldn’t forgive him so the wedding would be off the table. But he knew that you were the one for him and that he didn’t want to marry anyone else. No one else compared to you and he was beside himself thinking about how he had been hurting you these last few months going behind your back with someone who is that close to you. 

He didn’t know what to do and he obviously couldn’t tell anyone about it, so he had to come to a decision by himself.

And time was running out.

It was now two days before the wedding and Camille was trying to whisk you out the door since you would be staying with her until it was time to say ‘I do’. But you were too busy lip locking with Joe.

“Girl, will you come on?! You can have all the kisses you want from your man in two days because I promise you that he’s not going anywhere. JOSEPH! UNHAND HER NOW!”

“Camille, you have always been such a hater.” Joe responded before kissing the side of your mouth and finally letting you go.

“And I’ll be that because you are cutting into our quality girl time.”

All you did was laugh as Joe rolled his eyes.

“I guess I can let you go then. Less than 48 hours until we’re married.”

“I know and it just seems so surreal.”

“Can’t wait for you to meet me at the altar.” Joe whispered to you before placing a kiss on your forehead.

“And I’ll be the one in white.”

“Off-white, baby. Ain’t nothing virgin about your ass.”

“CAMILLE!”

“What? What did I say?”

Camille was now treating you to lunch at one of your favorite restaurants and she could tell that something was off and that you were deep in thought.

“I’ve known you since we were ten and I know you like the back of my hand. Spill it.”

“I…. Joe has been distant this past month and I don’t understand why.”

“Joe? Distant? Are we talking about the same person because? The one who was just all over you literally sucking your face off? That Joe?”

“Yeah, it’s weird. I kept asking him about it and all he said was that he was tired from all the things that we had to do for the wedding but it was weird. I could tell that he was hiding something because then he said something along the lines of for me to never forget how much he loves me and he’s always going to show that he does.”

“Hmm cold feet, you think?”

“No, that’s not it. But something is definitely off with him.”

“You’re probably thinking into this too much, babe. That man loves you and absolutely worships the ground that you walk on. Anytime you walk into a room, I swear his face lights up. He probably has wedding jitters. Everything is going to be fine.”

“You’re probably right, I just don’t want to lose him.”

“And you’re not going to. If he ever hurts you, you know me and Marlene will kick his ass. Now let’s go and get you married.”

“You look absolutely amazing.” You hear your mother say from behind you as she caught your eye in the mirror.

“Thank you, mom. Can’t wait for the rest of our lives together.” You said as you felt the tears coming on, but immediately heard Camille screech.

“NO! DO NOT CRY YET! YOU CAN ONLY CRY WHEN YOU SEE JOE! DO NOT MESS UP MY WORK WITH YOUR EMOTIONS! HOLD IN TOGETHER FOR ANOTHER TWO MINUTES.”

“Damn, who are you? The crying police?”

“I will stab you with my makeup brush, but I don’t think that your husband will appreciate that, but don’t push me Y/N!”

“Just for that I’m crying right when the music starts.”

“Make sure you don’t ugly cry. That won’t be cute for the wedding photos.”

Next thing you knew, it was time to walk down the aisle to your forever love.

With your arm locked with your fathers, you heard the wedding march and slowly began to make your ways towards Joe. When he looked up and saw you, his jaw immediately hit the floor. Once you finally reached him, your dad placed a kiss on your cheek before placing your hand in Joe’s who then brought it up to his lips to place a light kiss on it. 

Even now with him standing in front of you, you could tell that something was off. You figured that it would have gone away by now, but something was wrong and today was going to be the day that you got it out of him and wouldn’t be taking no for an answer. The last thing that you wanted was for your marriage to start out with the two of you keeping secrets from each other. 

But little did you know that he was about to tell you and that he was going to do it when you least expected it. 

When it was time to say his vows, Joe looked at you and saw how you were looking up at him with so much admiration and he knew. He knew at that moment that he had to come clean and would deal with the consequences later. 

As the preacher looked towards Joe for him to say ‘I do.’ he said something else instead.

“I… I can’t say that until I tell you something.”

Your cheeks started to get hot and your heart rate had increased. You looked up at him in a state of panic and rightfully so.

But then you heard Marlene’s voice behind you. 

“He’s been sleeping with me for the last four months and got me pregnant.”

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This is my first smutty story in the longest time so please be kind. I ended up having a dream after waking up and discovering I missed Hans Valentine’s live. I woke up and had to write it out, so this is what I came up with.

⚠️18+ this contains material not suitable for minors. ⚠️ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ⚠️

Summary- D&D turned naughty.

Pairing: Han Jisung x Reader

Genres smut, friends to lovers

Triggers- Sex while stoned, choking, rough sex, a hint of cnc

Here we go you guys, I hope you like it.

It was a gloomy rainy day but that meant it was perfect. Today was D&D day. With your favorite people that you haven’t seen in a while because of their busy schedules.

You get your favorite dice together and pack your bag. You make sure you have your famous pokemon tin ready and make sure you grab a new lighter. You are sporting a black zip up raincoat with just a shirt on under with nice jeans that accentuate your curves and some cool sneakers. Your hair down and curled.

You arrive and the house is already alive. Happiness and light are pouring out of the windows. It makes your heart swell. Oh how badly you missed being here. Han opens the door “Y/N! You finally made it!!” moving to the side of the door so you can make your way through. But you are frozen, he’s wearing your favorite yellow shirt, the one that makes your stomach flip, with a flannel tied around his waist with black jeans. You shyly blush and head in. You can’t look at him for long or you aren’t responsible for your actions.

You set your stuff down and take your tin out. Yelling to Seungmin to get his butt over here and don’t make you smoke alone. He bounces over in a purple hoodie, his hair a little disheveled, a big grin on his face. You take out your famous Pokémon card tin to reveal several blunts. “Jesus these are so skinny I swear I didn’t roll these.” And it’s true, you didn’t. Your friend rolled them since they can do it better. Han pipes in “with the hybrid you get you don’t need a lot so it’s a good thing” you laugh and nod because you know it’s true. With the strain you get for dnd you’d be bouncing off the walls in no time. You hand one to Seungmin and head outside into the rain. You have to pass Han and you gently motion him to come with. You guys smoke outside huddled under the little awning outside the back door. It felt so good to be there with them again. Seungmin is talking about what could happen in the session today, wondering if today is the day that we slay the big dragon. Or if it is more story building which would be fine because it's been a while since we played in this world, or maybe a dungeon crawl. He goes on with possibilities and you just smile, leaning against the wall, taking in the sight. The smell of the two boys, the smell of the rain, the smell of the familiar house. You were never happier than being here with them.

When the three of you were done, you followed Han into the maze of their apartment and got turned around. You try to yell out for help but it’s a hoarse voice and only one could hear. He pokes his head out offering a silly smile to you that makes your panic erase instantly. You follow him out of the maze and you figure out your misstep. Even though you’ve been here multiple times, the layout is crap and they all have stuff EVERYWHERE. “OOOHHHH it’s a left. Got it.” You hear Han chuckle as he leads you to the table and sits across from you.

Bang Chan is the Dm, of course. They roped Hyunjin into playing along with Felix. Sometimes I.N, Lee Know and Changbin make appearances but they have characters that can come in and out of the story easy. You play for the next few hours laughing and smiling and enjoying yourself. Happy to see the boys relax after so long.

After the session you’re about to head to the bathroom to freshen up when you’re pulled into a room. The bedrooms are like mini studio apartments. A little kitchenette with two cabinets on the bottom and two on top, a bed with a window and a nice bathroom with a claw foot tub and a separate standing shower.

You are pushed into the counters and you see Hans face pop into your field of vision. “Han, what’s going on?” asking confused because its even darker in the room then out in the hallway. “Sorry Y/N I could stop thinking about you during that session. You came here looking so nice and it’s been a while since I’ve seen you” you giggle thinking you were the only one. His face is only a short distance away from yours.

You kiss him. He’s stunned. You peck his lips for a couple of seconds until he kisses you back. He kisses you so deep a rumble of a growl comes up his throat making you weak to your knees. He boosts you up so you’re sitting on the counter now. Never disconnecting your lips. His hands run down your sides and he pulls you closer so there’s no room between you both. You whimper into his mouth while he sports a cocky grin.

It’s dark in the room but the sparks between you are flying. He sucks little spots into your neck while you softly grind into him. Sometimes he breaks contact to drop his head for a second and lets out a moan himself from the friction you are creating. You pull his face into yours and kiss him. While he is distracted you reach for his zipper. He moans into your mouth. “Ji, is this okay?” pulling away slightly, asking him because you never thought that this would happen. He has been your friend for so long, but you always wanted him to be more. He breaks your train of thought with a breathy exhale “fuck, yes Y/N, if you’re okay with it” moving to kissing your neck “fuck yes please I can’t stand it another second” shaking your head a little trying to concentrate atleast for a second.

With that his zipper is forgotten and he has tunnel vision only for you. He yanks down your pants, helping lift you off the counter just for a second. His fingers find your panties and they push them to the side. Finding your bundle of nerves your head hits the upper cabinets softly. Eyes rolling back into your skull. “Jisung plleeaaseee” you draw out while he’s teasing your clit.

He sinks one finger into your wetness without warning and the noise that came out of your mouth has him almost cumming in his pants. “Fuck” he has to kiss you. He pins you down on the counter with his hand on your hip. His fingers digging into your soft flesh, while with his other hand his finger hits your g spot. You gasp into his mouth and your hands find his hair. You grip into his hair lightly and deepen the kiss. While you grip his hair he slips in another finger “fuck! More…. please more….” you beg. He bends down so he is eye level to your wetness and uses his free hand to spread your legs further so he could have better access. But you don’t want his hand there. You grab his hand off your thigh and make him reach, placing it around your throat. He looks at you for any doubts and you silently beg him with your eyes. You pout your lip and he is overcome, pushing your head into the upper cabinets he’s choking you like your life depends on it, adding a third finger you cum immediately covering your mouth with your own hand. Your chest is heaving while you’re coming down from your own high. The weed high long forgotten. He comes to kiss you and you wrap your arms around his strong shoulders. Him fully clothed still while you are winnie the poo-ing.

He picks you up and carries you to the bed. He is so tempted to hit record on his recording equipment so he could memorize your moans but that’ll be for another day. “I need you jisung, fuck me…. fuck me please” through the haze of your first orgasm. You spread your legs open on the edge of the bed while taking off your shirt. Han clumsily takes off his pants and the flannel that was tied to his waist. But smoothly rips off his shirt in one motion. You groan and lean back when you see his muscles.

You always felt safe in his arms. You always had anxiety but somehow he was able to quiet your mind. Like right now, with any other person you’d be uncomfortable and freaking out but him? He doesn’t make you doubt a single goddamn thing. You know this is right. You know you want this. You want him. You just want to be close to him.You would give him anything for his pleasure.

He lays you both down so you are on your sides facing each other and kisses you on the lips. Hand trailing down your side down your leg he hooks your leg over his hip. He leaves a trail of goosebumps wherever he touches. And you let the feeling take over you and you completely relax into his bed. It’s fluffy and warm and smells undeniably like him. You are intoxicated just on his scent. You realized you got distracted when his hard length runs against your wetness. A gasp escapes your mouth and he looks at you. You make eye contact and you smile softly at him blushing that this is finally happening. You have Han in your arms and his sole focus is on you. You run your hand over his bangs and tuck his hair behind his ear and he slowly pushes into you. His eyes never leave yours, your mouth drops open in a silent scream. He pushes in deeper and your head is thrown back into the comforter while he plays with your clit. You feel like you are levitating. He slowly bottoms out and kisses you so deeply. He speaks for the first time in a while “Y/N, you are so beautiful. So so so beautiful. You should see yourself. Stunning. I can’t, I can’t think of any other word” shaking his head a little trying to clear the fog. His voice is coming from down deep and is gruff, like his morning voice but somehow deeper. And with your fronts pressed together you can feel the reverb in his chest and your hand absentmindedly goes straight to it. Covering a bit of his heart with the tips of your fingertips, your palm covers his middle. He speaks again “I don’t want this to be a one time thing.” Seeing your eyes close and you softly smile when you feel his voice in his chest he continues “I want to keep you, never let you leave this bed. Even when I’m not here I want to know that you are safe and warm inside my bed. Come back to you and have it smell like you” he kisses the side of your face all over, while your nodding in agreement. You never want to leave this bed. Please don’t take me away. Don’t make me leave, you think. Tears escape your eyes because you missed him so much. He was gone for longer then he usually is which might be why you both are jumping each other. Don’t they say distance makes the heart grow fonder?

Han starts pulling out and going back in a bit faster. “Don’t…..stop…… don’t stop talking please, keep….. fuck….. keep talking to me please” you’re practically begging by the time you get your message across. He growls “fuck Y/N” it’s like a switch flipped in him. He pins you to the bed, your back flat against it. “Keep talking to you? Do you get off to the sound of my voice?” Your legs wrapped around his itty bitty waist and follows your lead from before. His hand wraps around your throat “I should have guessed, a quiet girl like yourself would love rough kinky sex” licking his lips eyes focused on how well your core takes his circumference disappearing deeper and deeper.

It’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen, him being hypnotized. You can see his veins popping out in his forearm out of the corner of your eye. His never leaving you, yours roll back in your head. “Oh do you like this? Me being rough and mean?” His free hand lands loudly on your asscheek and he squeezes your neck to make sure you remember it’s there, your head feeling light and floaty. “Using my voice to help you get closer?” He squeezes your throat a little bit harder “doing exactly what you wanted?” He uses his other hand to play with your clit again. You can feel his length drag in and out harder than before, making the friction all the sweeter. Using your position to help him, you are pinned with your ass in the air him fucking into you holding you down by your throat.

“Fuck… don’t stop” you can only muster three words because he is making your brain melt. You take your breasts into your own hands because his are busy with other things. Messaging your nipples, pulling them and twisting, your head goes further back into the bed and his grip on your neck goes a little harder. You can barely breathe and his pounding is relentless. You need just one more thing to push you over the edge that you are teetering. He leans over, never letting up his pace, whispering into your ear “be my good girl and come all over my cock. With my hand wrapped around your throat, do you wanna be my good girl?” By the time he’s done with his sentence only “yessssssyessssssyessss” could only come out of your mouth. You are practically slurring the s into the next yes just begging to finish. “Please please please make me cum fuck please Han please” a jumbled sentence just tumbles your mouth begging for that band to snap. He chokes you harder into the bed and starts slapping your clit. The roughness of the slap melts into the pleasure of his relentless pounding and you finally break. Screaming into the darkness you feel a wetness spread on your lower back and you can hear it leaking out of you. He is overcome with your surprise that he loses control and cums instantly. He pulls out at the last second and cums on your thigh.

He lets go of your throat and looks down “holy shit Y/N you just squirted” “ I did???” You brace yourself into your elbows. That’s as much movement you could muster. You could never do that with a dick, only with fingers. You giggle lightly when you realize. “Han, you just made me squirt all over your cock.” He chuckles. “Haha, yeah I did fuck yeah” he comes to your side and you both relax into the wet bed for a while.

You slowly slip into unconsciousness but hear the tub filling in the background. You feel arms around you and suddenly you are floating. You smell your favorite scent and feel the heat around you, nuzzling into his chest.

Han places you into the filling tub “Do not move”. You giggle not like you were going to anyways.

You perk up when you hear a familiar sound of a tin opening. You open your eyes finally when you smell one of your favorite scents. You see Han getting into the tub behind you and he is exhaling. Smoke fills around you. Both from the hot water of the filling tub and the smoke he just let out of his lungs. He passes you the blunt while you cuddle into his chest watching the water rise around you both. Neither of you speak. You don’t need to. There’s no awkwardness or uncomfortableness. He’s humming to himself lightly and you close your eyes. Handing the blunt back and forth, feeling his deep hum in the middle of your back.

Suddenly he’s enraptured with your breasts. Playing with them with both hands watching the water run off. You feel something poking into your lower back, you giggle. He grumbles as he realizes you’re chuckling at him. “Ready for another round so soon?” You ask coyly he answers in a deep voice right next to your ear “you have no idea what you do to me”

You take an inhale off the blunt and place it to the side. You turn around and straddle him making the water splash a bit, not that either of you minded. You lift his head up to meet yours and squish his cheeks a bit so you could open his mouth. You hover your mouth over his and exhale your smoke into his open mouth. You hear him inhale as his eyes roll back.

As much as you love him on top of you, you think you like being on top of him even more. You grind down as he exhales, making his breath hitch.

You grind feeling him get harder and harder by the second. His eyes never leave you. They trace from your eyes to the blush on your chest running up to your cheeks to your breasts squishing against his toned chest. He nearly faints when he sees your softness melt into his muscles.

You lift up a bit and shove your chest into his face, smothering him. The grunt he lets out is otherworldly and you entwine your fingers in his hair for better control over his face. Controlling his breath with your breasts.

He lets out a gasp and looks up at you with the most pleading eyes, silently begging you to take control over him. Make him yours. Make him the whiny little sub he so desperately wants to be.

You chuckle “oh Hannie, loves to fuck but loves to be fucked even more hm?” He lets out a hot breath blush covering his round cheekies “yeah maybe” he drops his eyes to your chest because he’s embarrassed?

You lift his head with a finger under your chin giving him the softest smile you could “good thing we can do both, any time you want”

This makes him perk up “Really? You’re okay with that?”

“For you I would. That’s what this is, something for BOTH of us.” Emphasizing that you also care about his needs rather than just your own. You don’t know what this is or where the night is going to take you. Even if it’s still night? You have no idea what time it is. All you know is that you need him in you again and you don’t care if you have to take the reins for a little while. Seeing him soft and powerless is equally as sexy as him trying to fuck his frustrations out on you.

“I’d like to try. I’d try everything with you” he admits and kisses your cheeks. Wrapping his arms around your waist and drags you against his fully hardened length. Making you both gasp.

You smile and push your cheek into his kissing embrace. “Then we will. All of it. Together.” You wrap your arms around his neck and move to kiss him on his mouth. Lightly for a minute but you both get distracted and he deepens the kiss first.

You both are hot from the water and stoned as hell. Entangled in the bathtub with a burnt out blunt next to you. You had no idea that this evening would take this turn but you are so happy to have been pulled into his room.

Your hand finds it way back into his hair while you start grinding again. You maneuver in the cramped space to slip him inside of you while you push his face into your breasts. You feel the groan inside of his chest more than hear it. You slowly move down his length keeping his face buried. When you bottom out you finally pull his face away.

“Oh my god oh my god Jesus fuck fuck me” comes out his mouth as soon as he’s pulled away. His eyes closed, lost in the feeling. You pull his hair lightly so his jaw is angled up and you kiss and lick all over his neck. You are slowly moving up and down his hard cock.

You move to whisper in his ear. “You like it when I use you? Just like you use me? How does it feel? How does it feel to suffocate on my tits while I ride you for my own pleasure? Hm? You like being the toy?” Using his own words against him he shudders, blush deepening in his round cheeks. “You keep talking like that, Y/N, I’m going to cum so fast” you can see his eyes roll back in his skull and it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

Your other hand wraps around his throat and his eyes spring open, his eyes pure black overcome with lust. You pull your other hand free from his hair and you move it down to his nipples. You start riding harder making water splash over the tub’s edge but neither of you care. You swear you can feel your wetness leak down your legs even though you are submerged in water. So much for a bath, it was supposed to make you clean but you ended up defiling it and making it filthy. He knew what he was doing climbing behind you but he never knew it would lead to this.

You twist his nipple while riding him to the tip and dropping down hard to the bottom. Choking him harder against the tub you make him stare into your eyes. “Do you like it when I take control? When you are putty under my hands? Hm? I don’t think anyone else would know what to do to you. I think I’m the only one who knows how to make you feel good. Just like you knew with me. Did you know I never squirted on a cock before? Only with fingers? How does that make you feel? Confident? But look at you now. A melted mess under my hands. I could let you suffocate for real and I think you’d come to haunt me as a ghost just to thank me.” and with those words you move forward to push your breasts back over his face. Keeping your hand choking him, you ride as hard as you can. And you feel his hot liquid coat your insides.

You let him go completely, letting his head gently rest on the back of the tub. Him a whimpering mess “I can’t take it anymore it’s too much” he whines while you are still riding him. “ I’m going to cum on your cock whether you like it or not” and with those last words you cum over his cock but to his surprise he comes again just from the pulsing of your pussy on his dick. He has to clamp his hand over his mouth to stifle a scream. While he fondles the first breast he could reach.

You both are frozen coming down from both your highs. You are panting on top of him,softening cock still in your pussy. He can feel both of your liquids running down him.

You say something first

“Are you okay?” Quickly ready to apologize, looking him over to make sure you didn’t harm him in any way. Ready to start crying.

“It’s okay it’s okay sssshhh Y/N, I’m okay. You didn’t hurt me.” Quickly grabbing your face between his hands to make you look at him. “Y/N that was the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed. Please I beg you to do that again at some point. We can go over everything later but trust me. Everything is good and we should be happy.” Talking quickly, trying to keep you from going into dom drop.

Tears escaping your eyes. You nod in agreement and can’t believe what you just did. He brushes the tears away with his thumbs never letting your face go. He kisses the tip of your nose, and helps you climb down off of him. He drains the tub but only to fill it again, lighting the forgotten blunt to the side and handing it to you. He helps wash your hair, your back, any place he can reach. When he’s done washing you, you help wash him. Passing the blunt back and forth until it’s just a butt.

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Day 12 of @steddieholidaydrabbles : Only one bed WC: 922 | Rating: M (language, some fade to black sex) | CW: Slight angst with a happy ending Read the full list of tags on ao3

Letting Joyce host Christmas hadn’t seemed like such a bad idea at first. After all, she had the most room, and a big chunk of the group would be there for Christmas anyway– Nancy and Jonathan, and Mike would be there for Will and El. Joyce hosting just made sense, and truthfully, it sounded like a good idea. 

That was before Eddie was actually there, though. One look and  suddenly this was a very, very bad idea. It was the worst idea that anyone had ever had in the history of ideas. 

Eddie, with his big hair and his bigger personality, with his rings and that smile that still turned Steve into a puddle. Fuck, Steve missed him, and it was so much worse actually seeing him again after so long.

He wanted to cry. Or puke. Maybe a mixture of the two things. 

As per usual, Robin saved him; one look and his soulmate  knew  just what he was feeling, knew she needed to get him right out of there. Joyce had a list of shit she needed done, anyway, and Steve was never happier than when he got to be useful. 

Robin directed him where to hang lights, where to move the cars, “No no dingus, Rudolph doesn’t go there, Joyce wants him here!”

By the time they got through all of it, Steve was just exhausted enough to eat and then fall into bed. 

Until the bed assignments were being passed out, and Joyce directed both him and Eddie to the guest room at the end of the hall. 

“Robin and the girls will be in the living room. The boys can use Will’s room, Jonathan and Nancy are using Jon’s old room. You and Eddie can have the guest room!” she’d said, like they were doing her a huge favor by sharing. 

Steve wanted to argue. He wanted to cry. He wanted to offer to sleep in the fucking car instead, or beg to switch with Robin, but Joyce just looked so hopeful– everything was going so well! How was he supposed to argue with her?

So he looked at Eddie, read the expression on his face, and nodded. “That’s perfect.” He could get a hotel room tomorrow or something, there was no need to argue tonight. 

It was off to bed after that– like everyone was suddenly just too tired to be awake for another second longer. 

So he and Eddie really had no choice but to say their goodnights, to head to the back room. He kept his back to Eddie as they both changed into their pajamas. 

“I can take the floor.” It was the first thing either of them had said to each other since the breakup. Steve ached, just hearing Eddie’s voice and knowing those words were meant for him. “Don’t be stupid, we both know you’ve got a bad back,” Steve said. “I can take the floor, Ed. It’s– just for a night.” Eddie looked like he was about to argue, or maybe to ask a question. His jaw worked as he turned the blankets down on one side of the bed. 

“We’ve slept together before,” he said instead. Those beautiful lips curled into a teasing smile. “We’ve done a lot more than that. I think we can share a bed for one night.” Steve thought about it– it was the mature thing, and he really didn’t want to sleep on the floor, not after all the work he’d put in that day. 

“Okay.” He nodded, returned Eddie’s small smile, and turned down his side of the bed, too. “Yeah. We can do that.” 

The lights were turned off, and they both climbed beneath the blankets. It was dark, quiet. Steve drifted off, despite the fact that Eddie was barely six inches away from him. 

He woke up to the warm weight of an arm around his waist, of warm breath against the back of his neck. 

He would’ve thought Eddie was sleeping, if not for the way those lips were pressing so tenderly against his skin. A warm hand was splayed over his stomach, just above his boxers. “I miss you.” Eddie whispered it into his neck, into his hair, and oh, there was no way he was asleep. Not unless he had a new habit of sleep talking, of sleep grinding– okay, maybe that wasn’t so new. Steve could feel him, hot and thick and hard against his ass. His breath caught in his throat, and then Eddie’s mouth was sucking down below his ear. 

“Fucking miss you, Stevie. Miss you so goddamn much.” Steve whimpered, nodded, tipped his head to give Eddie better access. He missed this, too. No one– no one– touched him the way Eddie did. 

And touch Eddie did. His fingers slipped beneath the waistband of Steve’s boxers. He stroked with slow, sure movements, and his hips worked against Steve’s ass with that same torturous rhythm. 

When they came it was together. Steve rolled, wrapped an arm around Eddie’s neck and pulled him in for a kiss. “I miss you, too,” he finally said. “I’m sorry.” Eddie nodded, kissed him again. Steve had expected a desperate reunion, if there was a reunion, but that wasn’t what he got. He got sweetness, and tenderness. He got Eddie whispering promises against his chest, his stomach, his thighs as they made up again, and again. 

And again.

When they were sated, while Eddie washed his hair, Steve thought that maybe Joyce hosting wasn’t such a bad idea after all. 

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Out of Time

Chapter 4 - "Eldest Son to Eldest Daughter"

an: I am so glad people are enjoying this story! I've been playing with this concept for nearly a year now. I hope you enjoy this chapter just as much! I want to go ahead and put this out there. I have borderline personality disorder and quite a few other mental illnesses, so all of that influences relationships in my life, which is reflected a lot in this story. Also this is not canon Aegon. This is a version of Aegon that lives permanently in my head.

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Summary: Being the eldest child of the Queen or King is a weight many did not understand. It is a weight that dictates her every choice, ruling her heart and mind. Aegon, understanding the feeling, gives her the gift of a connection she could not have with another person.

TW: Very blatant mental health struggles, Substance Use (I added 🍃 into this world cause it not being in there is unrealistic), talks of alcoholism, religious talk, mentions of injury, self image issues, bad parents, divorced parents, moon tea, Aegon is so in love with reader it makes me ache

Relationships: Aegon Targaryen ii x Velaryon!Reader, past Aegon Targaryen ii x Helaena Targaryen

Word count: 3.7k

When I woke up this morning, only to find Jace gone from my bed and a cup of moon tea on the table, all I wanted was to hide away from the world. But there was more to my life than just Jace and Aemond. I had others who loved me, who had missed me this entire time. With that in mind, I dressed for the day in a simple lilac colored dress, drank the tea in one quick gulp, and had Ser Erryk escort me to Helaena’s chambers.

Her and Aegon’s children were with him for the morning. With both of them still happily in the Red Keep, I suppose it made sharing their children’s time easier. Though I don’t believe there has been a situation such as this ever. Most marriages that ended in annulment happened because there weren’t children from my understanding. Though until now I had not known of anyone who had gotten an annulment.

“How did my mother grant the end of your marriage?” I couldn’t help but ask Helaena. We were working on our cross stitching together. It was an activity that soothed her and I was all the happier to make sure she was calm. “Doesn’t the Faith typically have to be in agreement? And I mean, you two had three children together, wouldn’t they just deny it?”

Helaena chuckled. “I often times forget how little you and your brothers paid mind to the teachings of the Seven,” she said to me.

Fair enough, I suppose. Technically speaking, we are followers of the Seven. Yet anyone with eyes knew that we only did it because we kind of had to. I don’t believe Mother or Laenor had any vested interest in their teachings. They certainly never passed anything on to us outside of the bare minimum. I know my father’s family believed in the Seven, but since he was never allowed to claim us, he had no right to teach us his beliefs. In truth I only knew anything about them from Alicent.

“So explain it to me as though I’m five,” I said, shrugging a bit.

“It is unholy to hold one in a marriage against their will. Aegon and I were so young when we were married, and it was done under the misguided notion that your mother and family may seek to squash any competition for the Throne, so it was not difficult to make a case for it to be an unlawful marriage. Though I do feel that Rhaenyra may have reminded the Septon that he can be and would be a delicious snack for Syrax should he not see reason,” she told me. The smile that played at her lips as she thought of it was enough to make me smile.

“And what is it you wish to do now?” I asked her.

“I am perfectly content to live my life here. I love my family, I love my home. Though I do wish my mother had bothered to ever understand me,” she explained.

My smile fell from my lips. Time changed many things but Helaena’s distance from Alicent didn’t seem to be one. It was unfortunate, truly, as Helaena was wonderful. She may be more into bugs than most people, she may have her dreams and episodes, but she was not mad. In fact when actually making an effort to know her, one could find she was the opposite.

I had always wished I could see the world Helaena does. The world that I live in is dark and dreary, a place where one loses any semblance of a father before they even understand how great they are. It is a place where most everyone prefers men over women, despite the women being capable and strong in their own right. The world I live in? It is not a place built for Helaena.

Yet the one she lives in? People are praised for what they have done. There is no consideration other than who truly is right and just. Even in the darkest moments in which her mother tried to keep her from being who she is, my mother always gave safe passage to her sweet sister. Helaena paid no mind to those who were insignificant unless they hurt her family or her bugs.

It Is not to say she is naïve. In fact, I would think she sees more truth than any of us. But being the third child, born after an eldest daughter and eldest son, is very different than being the eldest. She did not have to fight to prove she was worthy like Mother did. And she does not have to step away because she knows she would not be accepted over her brother as I do…

I was born approximately two hours before Jacaerys. A long time between twins as I’ve been told, but enough time there was no doubt about who came first. Truthfully to my mother I don’t think it mattered which of us was born before the other. We are twins and therefore she always gave us the choice.

She explained to me that her father had named her heir before he had any other living children and never looked back. Once Aegon was born, most expected Viserys to change his mind. But he remained steadfast in his decision, never caring if Mother still wanted it. To this day I don’t know if she did. As such, she wanted to make sure we always had a choice.

“You’re doing it again,” Helaena said softly.

When I looked to her, she nodded her head to my hands. I had been so completely lost in thought that I didn’t notice I had repeatedly pricked my fingers with the needle I was using. Blood seeped through the fabric in several dots scattered around.

“Sorry,” I muttered before sitting the cross stitch down. Standing, I walked over to the bowl of water that was kept for washing her hands and dunked my fingers in it a few times.

“Our mothers are planning a feast to celebrate your return,” she told me as I turned back around. “I think it will happen week’s end.”

Naturally. It seemed they always found a reason to celebrate me. On my name day, it was always me who got doted on. Jace got put in the shadows, not that he seemed to mind much though. When I claimed Vhaela, only a few weeks before I disappeared, it was a much brighter occasion than Aemond claiming Vhagar. When I returned to King’s Landing, it overshadowed the tourney being held for Aegon to celebrate his own name day.

It was never my Intention, truly. Those around me just deemed me important. I had never wanted to be the center of attention. All I wanted was to do right by my family. Never have I sought out great fortune or the throne for myself, though technically it should be mine by birth order. All I craved was love.

“Are you happy?” I asked her, trying to change the subject.

“Yes. Aegon is a wonderful father, but he could never love me. And I do not love him,” she told me.

Before I was given the chance to respond, the chamber doors opened. Helaena’s children ran to her. The twins, Jaehaera and Jaehaerys, were nearing twelve at this point. They looked it, too. If you were to ask me, Jaehaera looked like Alicent but with the typical Targaryen silver hair and violet eyes. Jaehaerys and Maelor, who was nearing eight, were carbon copies of Helaena. They had the same curl to their hair as she did, their noses equally as small and rounded.

As the three children excitedly talked about their morning, I quietly excused myself from the room. While she would never say anything, there was not a place for me with Helaena and her children by myself. Those kids don’t remember me, though I remember Helaena’s every letter describing them in their early years. For both pregnancies, there was not a movement they made inside her that did not warrant a letter to me. But that was then.

In the corridor, Aegon stood and spoke with Ser Erryk. Erryk had a twin too, named Arryk. From what I remembered, Arryk and Aegon were quite close, the former taking on the watching over of the latter once Aegon hit puberty.

“Beautiful kids,” I said to him, offering a small smile. When he looked to me and smiled, I couldn’t help but blush a deep red.

“Thankfully they take more after Helaena,” he said to me. He stepped closer to me, extending a hand to rest under my chin. I swallowed hard as he tilted my face around in the light. “You should perhaps be more careful.”

“I shall keep that in mind,” I said, unable to hide my chuckle.

“Where are you headed to? I could join you,” he suggested as he offered his arm to me to take, dropping his hand from my chin.

“I was just going to head back to my room. Truly, Aegon, there is no need to bother yourself,” I told him.

“My darling, there is never a bother when it comes to you.” His voice was light and airy, as though the words he spoke were just the most casual thing in the world. But there was a firmness to them that I truly believe only he could accomplish.

It wasn’t so much a demand. He was not like Aemond, demanding and sure of himself. He was not like Jace, either, in being soft and guiding always. Aegon was something entirely different.

He had always seemed arrogant. He was the first born son so it was natural that he grew into believing he deserved everything he wanted. But only when you spoke to him when everything else was quiet did you ever get the truth.

He had never been much more than a scared little boy. There were frequent talks of what he feared would happen when Viserys had died. He had always been scared his mother would try to force him to take the Throne. When he was betrothed to Helaena, he was scared he wouldn’t be good enough for her. He was scared that I would grow to hate him, completely ignoring that I could never hate him.

The closeness I shared with Aegon was something that bordered on secretive. While it wasn’t that we felt the need to hide, as there truly was never anything to hide, it was what made him comfortable. He would come to me late at night when he could not sleep. I think it is when he felt safest. Even when we were children he preferred the night.

It was in the night that he saw beauty in his life. He didn’t struggle as much then to resist drinking, which had always seemed backwards to me but he swore it. The pressures that were placed upon him from Otto and Alicent didn’t exist at night. The person he truly is was enough for the shadows of darkness.

Perhaps it is my own cockiness but I like to think I see a side to him that others don’t. When we were alone I got to hear him sing. I don’t think anyone else knew he liked to sing let alone how good he was at it. The first time he ever sang me a song that he had picked up in a tavern, tears sprang to my eyes. And when he isn’t drunk, he is quite smart. He knows politics even better than Aemond. He knows how to get people to like him and trust him, a rare commodity in this world.

And if Helaena says he is a wonderful father, I have no doubt about it. I remember him writing to me the first time Helaena was pregnant. He was so happy and excited, determined to be better to his children than Viserys ever had been to him. When I had come back to King’s Landing, while he still struggled with the drink, he was so devoted to making sure they didn’t see it.

“I would be glad to have you along,” I said, smiling at him. Though I didn’t take his arm. He merely nodded at me and followed me, allowing me to set the pace in which we walked.

As we walked, we walked in silence. Our footsteps echoed off the stone walls, the small ching and squeak of Ser Erryk’s armor followed behind us. I was perfectly comfortable.

We got to my room in just a few minutes as it wasn’t far from Helaena’s. Ser Erryk took his place beside my door. I gave him a small smile and nod before leading Aegon into my room.

He took a seat in a chair in front of the fireplace. He seemed like maybe he ran cold, always choosing to sit close to fires or walking around wrapped in a blanket. I was like that too, of course, much to the hatred of Jace when we shared a room still.

“I am happy to see you home, have you need of anything?” he asked me when I sat in the chair next to his.

“I merely wish there was something I could take for the pain that wasn’t milk of the poppy. The way it muddled your father’s mind has made me certain I will never use it,” I told him simply.

He nodded softly and reached his right hand up his left sleeve. “In case you have not been told, I want you to know I am sober now. Have not had a sip of wine since the night you disappeared,” he told me.

“Aeg, that’s amazing. I am so proud of you,” I said as my heart felt like it was going to burst.

Truly I don’t think he had ever stood a chance against being a drunkard. Mother told me a long time ago how Viserys was giving Aegon wine by his second nameday. I never could understand why Alicent was so okay with that, especially because for my entire life she had yelled at him for being drunk. Like the night Aemond lost his eye, Aegon got blamed for not protecting him because even at thirteen he went and got so drunk he passed out on the steps. How on earth did she go from so passively allowing him to drink when he was a baby to being so vile about his problem?

He looked at me, his face saddened for a split second before he grinned and pulled out a pouch. “The Grand Maester told me to use this. It’s hemp. Mostly used for creating things, building and whatnot. But someone at the Citadel found if you consume it, it gives you what they call a high. But it is gentler on the health than being drunk. I’m not sure the process but they cook it into butter and then can bake it into things.”

He opened the pouch and pulled out a biscuit the size of his palm. He split it in two and offered me half. It didn’t look abnormal or smell any different. The biscuit looked very appetizing though.

“Do I just eat it?” I asked him, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes. But start slow. Too much at once and you’ll be completely incapacitated. Just a small bit should help your anguish, both physically and mentally,” he explained. “It will not be immediate like milk of the poppy. But it will be effective.”

Cautiously, I took a bite, eating on a quarter of my half. This was something I would never have done on my own. Yet Aegon had never truly steered me wrong, always seeming to have my best interests at heart.

After he took his own bite, eating a little more than I did, a silence fell between us as he just watched the flames. Aegon sometimes seemed like he wished that the world would open and swallow him whole. The way he would avoid looking at me, or anyone for that matter, spoke volumes about how uncomfortable he was even if nobody else realized it.

I remember once he told me that if he didn’t look at people he could convince himself they weren’t looking at him. When I tried to point out that wasn’t right he just put his hand over my mouth so that I couldn’t. It was that moment I realized how alike he and I are.

I escaped the duties of being Mother’s eldest child by pretending I wasn’t. Stepping aside so that Jace could be heir and acting as though I was okay with it was the biggest way I accomplished this. If I were honest, I wanted to be Queen, not Queen Consort. Hiding that fact from everyone, including my twin, repeatedly affirming his place as the next King essentially robbed me of a piece of my identity and forced me into a new one. One in which I was meant to stand by his side and have his children.

Aegon liked to hide from being the eldest son by pretending he didn’t exist. He didn’t just refuse those duties. He simply treated them as though they weren’t real. He used to disappear rather frequently for a few days at a time, only to be found in a tavern or a brothel and dragged back to the Keep. He had always been so drunk he never remembered his time there.

“I missed you,” he said quietly. “I know you never felt for me the way you did Jacaerys, or even Aemond. But you are probably the only woman I’ve ever loved.”

He didn’t look at me when he said it which made me wonder why he did. It seemed silly to me how badly I wanted him to look at me. My entire life I felt like I had been begging Aegon to look at me.

He was right, I never felt for him the way I did Jace or Aemond. But he was the first person that ever made me blush. He was the first person who I considered marrying for any reason. He was my first crush and I think that for a lot of people that was a pretty sacred role.

I wanted a dragon so badly because of his relationship to his own dragon, Sunfyre. I don’t remember exactly when they came together, only that Aegon claimed Sunfyre just as I claimed Vhaela. And they were a sight to see together, having potentially the strongest bond of any dragon and rider. I swear Aegon could be hundreds of leagues from Sunfyre, merely think of needing him, and Sunfyre would go there without a second thought.

There was also the fact that they were very beautiful together. Sunfyre was perhaps the most beautiful dragon to ever exist. His scales were a dazzling, glittering gold while his belly and wing membranes for a soft pink. When he stood tall, he looked like a perfect golden statue.

Aegon was the epitome of Targaryen beauty. His silver blonde hair was not as long as Aemond’s, but was chin length and began curling near the end. He had the classic Valyrian lilac eyes that sparkled in the firelight. He had a square jawline and lips fuller than Aemond’s. He was about five inches taller than me, and therefore Jace since he was my height, at about five foot ten, and just two inches shorter than Aemond.

He truly was a beautiful mixture of Jace and Aemond. His eyes, hair, and eyes were soft in such a way they drew me in. Yet his jawline was sharp like he was chiseled in stone. One could argue all the gods in the universe came together to create the perfect man in him.

I became very aware I was staring at his lips. My cheeks became hot as the blood rushed to them. He turned to look at me, a small goofy smile on his face when he saw me looking. It caused my cheeks to become even hotter.

“You’ve been staring for quite a while, how are you feeling?” he asked me.

“Fine,” I said as I shrugged.

My feet didn’t quite feel right though. Like they didn’t really exist but they do exist. He chuckled at something, I’m guessing my face, and I could feel a giggle bubbling up in my chest.

“Oh you feel it,” he told me, grinning.

“You’re pretty,” I whispered, leaning towards him. “Have I ever told you that?”

“Pretty?” he asked.

Slowly, I nodded. He was pretty. But not the way Mother or Helaena was pretty in an elegant and sophisticated way. He was the type of pretty like fire. One that was dangerous and wild, where I couldn’t quite guarantee I would make it out alive.

“You’re pretty, too,” he told me quietly.

I think he was the only one to ever call me pretty. Aemond called me beautiful and Jace called me perfect, yet never pretty. Except the times they called me pretty during sex, that is. Being pretty in the mundane was something special to me. It was like I was a flower or even a star.

He reached out and took my hand. We sat in silence for a while. There was no way I could tell how long we sat there, just looking at each other while saying nothing. It felt nice in a way I could not explain.

“My darling pretty girl,” he whispered, rubbing the back of my hand with his thumb. “How is your pain?”

“Better, thank you, Aegon,” I whispered.

My heart was light in my chest. It fluttered rapidly, my cheeks heating up once again. He was looking at me like I was precious to him.

He stood from the chair, moving to stand in front of me. The flutters turned to a steady pounding. It was beating in my ears loudly. Aegon didn’t say anything before he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to the tip of my nose, something that he had done when we were kids.

“I will ask the Maesters to prepare you the same biscuits. I do not like to think of you in pain,” he whispered to me. “And it may help if your thoughts get to be too much.”

Without saying another word, he took his leave. He walked out of the room, leaving me to sit alone with only my thoughts of him.

[jisunghannie]

Choose Me

PAIRING: Hyunjin x fem!reader

WARNING: Swearing is used in this story. Lots of angst. Fluff to Angst in this story.

SUMMARY: You and Hyunjin are dating. You were originally his makeup artist and quit because you wanted to be with him. That was your sacrifice. However he betrayed you and cheated on you, or so you thought anyway.

WORD COUNT: 2,458

A/N:

.°•○>><<○•°. = POV switch

.°• ✿ •°. = Flashback/Present time

Part 2 is up!

You were a fan of Hyunjin's just like any other girl. Except for the difference was you were his actual girlfriend. As time went on. You and him had less time together even though you lived in the same house together. You worked with him on his pieces and loved every bit of it. However, what you hated was him spending more time with other girls. He was constantly doing dance challenges with other girl groups. You weren't mad at him. If you were being honest, you were jealous that they got to spend more time with him. That's what made you upset to your core.

It has been a week since Hyunjin has came home. He was in Japan for a few weeks to vlog videos and perform concerts. You missed him a lot. You didn't know what else to do so you just rewatched old videos of you guys together which brought a smile to your face. You wanted to know if you could ever restore the love you had experienced with him.

2 weeks without Hyunjin. You guys had called twice the whole 2 weeks he had been gone. It didn't feel the same. You had started to get desperate and started to sleep with his clothes on. You wanted some type of comfort because he wasn't with you. It made you so sad at night knowing Hyunjin wasn't with you. You watched his live performances and smiled softly knowing he was doing his best to live his life.

3 weeks without Hyunjin. He was still in Japan. He wasn't able to text you because of his tight schedule. You didn't mind however. You just wanted him back. And you did that as you watched him perform and sing his heart out. He even danced and collaborated with other groups for their newest album. You were so proud of him. At this point, it was a part of the norm.

You were going crazy. You kept calling Hyunjin, hoping for him to pick up. You knew he wouldn't, though. After the 3rd declined call, you put your phone down.

You knew that this was the struggle of dating an idol, yet it didn't realize it would be this lonely and sad. You'd think that you guys would have more time and be happier. You were happy with Hyunjin, even the little times. As you replayed the memories in your head. From when you first met because you were his makeup artist. To when he brought you home because you were out of it when you were sick. To when you sobbed because you were broken up with. To when you realized you loved him. To when he asked you out and all the memories after that.

It hurt but you knew that it was going to be like this the minute you quit working as his makeup artist in order to be with him.

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Hyunjin finally came home. He was exhausted after a long month. He couldn't wait to be reunited with his lover. As he placed his bags down he unlocked the door of his shared home.

Once he entered inside, he saw you sleeping quietly on the sofa. He looked at you. You looked more tired and hungry than ever. It broke his heart. Your eye circles were so dark it looked like you were punched in the face or crying your mascara off. Your cheeks didn't look as squishy anymore. Of course, it was a small, subtle difference, but Hyunjin could tell. It hurt him to see you like this. He kissed you on the cheek and wrapped you up in a blanket as he went to sleep alongside you.

"I'm sorry I made you wait so long..."

When he woke up he made sure to tidy up and cook you a delicious meal so you wouldn't be hungry and tired.

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The next morning you awoke to the smell of a good meal. You slowly opened your eyes and saw that the slightly unorganized living room was organized and put back together. You looked at the door and noticed all the shoes were gone, which means they were cleaned up.

"Morning beautiful" Someone said at the kitchen doorframe. As you turned. You saw your boyfriend and ran to hug him. "Easy now... I'm not going anywhere..." He said struggling. Once you got close to him you realized that he didn't smell like he usually does. He smells like... another girl.

You pushed him away. Tears pricking your eyes. "I didn't see you for a month and you were with another girl so much you have her scent on you..." Now you were hurt. You trusted him but you then realized the lipstick mark. A kiss mark on his cheek. "Hwang Hyunjin. What is actually wrong with you." You said as you looked at him with eyes of digust.

"Wh-What... do I have something on my face..?" He asked nervously. Almost as if he was guilty of something. "D-Do you have... ha! You're funny Hyunnie. Really fucking funny!" You were hysterical now. "What do you mean do you have something on your face! Of course you do! It's literally a kiss mark from someone. I know its not from any of your members because they wear liptints and not lipstick! So you have some serious explaining to do!" You said raising your voice louder than expected. But you didn't care. You waited weeks for him. A month. He has been going off for his business trips for so long this might've not been a first for him.

"God. Hyunnie. You're killing me you know that?! You're actually going to be the death of me. I love you with every ounce of my soul and I wait for you. Hell! I quit my job for you! And.. And this is what you do?! Are you kidding me?!" You were crying at this point. You didn't care anymore. You didn't want to be quiet any longer for who knows how has this affair been going on for.

"Hyunjin. I... I can't even look at you." You said looking down at the ground. "I'm going to Minho's place." You said. Walking upstairs as Hyunjin grabbed your arm. "Don't go... please beautiful..." He pleaded but you flicked away his hand. "Just stop Hyunnie!" You yelled at him. For the first time in your whole relationship. He even flinched as he let go. He watched you go.

.°•○>><<○•°.

As he let go he saw you grab all your stuff. He's never heard you yell at him. Not once. Usually you are the sweetest person and keep him close but this time. He made you cry. That's what hurt him. As he heard the door close, he fell to the floor crying.

You didn't once give him a chance to explain. If only he butted in quick enough he would've been able to prevent you from leaving. His legs weren't strong enough to pick him up and take him to chase after you. His heart hurt and was heavy. As he cried, he felt his heart sever, knowing he might've lost the one he really loved.

.°•○>><<○•°.

You knocked on Minho's door as I.N and Jisung were running to the door trying to see who would get there the fastest. But once they saw you crying. Jisung hugged you close. "Come in y/n-ssi..." Jisung said as I.N and him took you inside to a cooking Minho.

"Who was at the door?" Minho asked as he turned around to see you crying being comforted by the two Maknaes. "Woah, woah, what happened y/n-ah..?" Minho asked gently taking off his oven mitts and throwing them as he gently caressed your face.

Between sobs, you explain to them what you witnessed and what happened between you and Hyunjin. As I.N heard the story he texted Seungmin.

I.Nnie: Oi, Seungmin.

Minnie: Yes Jeongin?

I.Nnie: Not the full name lol, anyway go take Felix and both of you go check up on Hyunjin

Minnie: Why?

I.Nnie: y/n is at Minho's, she came crying which means something happened

Minnie: Oh goodness we just got back...

I.Nnie: Thanks!

Minnie: Omw to get Felix. I'll lyk when we get there

I.Nnie: 👍🏻

Minho hugged you closely. He thought of you like his younger sister. But what didn't add up was the kiss mark. He was usually with Hyunjin and if not him it was Han or Felix. He tried to recover his memories as quickly as possible.

"Could it be possible that it was that Maknae?" Jisung said as I.N and Minho looked at him confused. "You know, that Maknae from that new group, at JYP Entertainment." Minho shook his head as I.N jumped. "Oh! That girl group that just came up that JYP wanted us to work with!" I.N exclaimed. "Yes! That one!" Jisung said.

Minho was still confused. Until it clicked. The Maknae. He remembered now.

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During their last week, they all had to help the new trainees of a soon debuted group of girl idols. Minho and Bangchan were in charge of choreo. I.N, Felix and Seungmin were in charge of vocals. Han and Changbin were in charge of rap. Hyunjin was charge of center.

This one Maknae had the perfect face for a center and so she was sent to work with Hyunjin. The last day of their work she gave Hyunjin a "parting gift" and that was her number and a kiss on the cheek. Hyunjin was uncomfortable with it but was so exhausted from the girl's effortless attempts of flirting, effortless attempts of getting his attention, and effortless attempts of spending more time with him.

Minho felt bad for Hyunjin because she had taken a liking to Hyunjin and being the kind Hyung he was, he couldn't be rude and push her away because she was a Maknae. Minho noticed she was a little close and personal but Hyunjin made sure to keep his distance. However no one was aware that she had given him a kiss on his cheek. Apparently so was Hyunjin.

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Minho sighed as he looked at you into your eyes. "Listen y/n-ah." He said grabbing your shoulder gently. "Hyunjin isn't cheating. It's actually the opposite." He said, explaining the situation to you of what had happened.

You had felt horrible for not letting Hyunjin explain. He missed you just as much as you missed him and you were so mean to him. Mean was an understatement. It was more like you were just attacking him. You didn't once give him a chance to explain.

His heartbroken face, the face that you thought was guilty was just his scared face, the thought of losing him would be the exact same face you would've had as he did in that moment.

You started to sob in Minho's arms.

Just then I.N got a message from Seungmin.

Minnie: We just got here, going inside now.

I.Nnie: Took you a while

Minnie: Sorry, we had to get his favorite food

I.Nnie: Fair

.°•○>><<○•°.

Hyunjin had just showered and washed his clothes to get rid of the smell and kiss mark on his cheek. He couldn't believe that he made you cry. Everytime he replayed what you said and how your face looked like as you screamed at him made him understand how genuine you were. You were genuinely upset and it hurt him.

He would've cried again until he heard knocking. He walked near the door.

"Its Seungmin."

"And Felix!"

Hyunjin opened the door. As his eyes looked puffy, Seungmin knew that he had been crying as he exchanged a quick glance with Felix.

"Sorry, uh, y/n just went to-" He was cut off by Felix's deep voice. "We know. We think we know why." Felix said and just then Hyunjin fell to his knees.

"Its all my fault..." He sobbed out, "If...If only.." He hiccupped, "only if I had been..." Seungmin rubbed his back. "Don't beat yourself up, it's okay." Seungmin said. "You don't get it!" He shouted, surprising the Maknaes.

"You should've seen her face... heard her.." He hiccupped. "Her voice... was so-so... genuinely angry..." He sobbed out. "It was because of... me..." He said gently this time, his voice cracking at the end.

This hurt Seungmin and Felix to see. Felix joined Hyunjin on the floor as they comforted him.

"Hyunjin. We get it, you feel responsible, but it wasn't your fault." Felix said gently. "But it was! She... I..." He sniffled. "She was everything to me... she quit being... our personal makeup artist... MY personal makeup artist... all because she wanted to be with me..." Hyunjin said between hiccups.

"Could you control that? If she wanted to be with you then she knew to quit. That's why she's with you. She's committed to you. Don't you see." Seungmin said loud enough for Hyunjin to realize.

"Think about it Hyunnie. If y/n-ssi really didn't care about you or loved you would she have quit a job she loved?" Seungmin said, trying to reason with the crying Hyunjin.

"Or get jealous or mad enough to walk out because she saw another woman's kiss mark on your cheek and smelled another woman's perfume on you?" Felix added on.

Hyunjin knew he messed up but he just wanted to be with you at the moment. That's all that mattered.

"I love her so much... and I just can't believe... that I... I hurt her... so much..." He said between hiccups. "I didn't want to make her cry... let alone hurt her..." He sobbed out as Seungmin and Felix rubbed his back.

"Give her time, she'll come back..." Felix said. "Yeah, she loves you. She will come back." Seungmin replied as Hyunjin just nodded gently.

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You had calmed down and were sleeping as I.N called Seungmin.

"Hey Seungmin, how did everything go?" I.N called as he put him on speaker so Minho and Jisung could hear.

"It went well, we had to call reinforcements though, we had to get the Hyungs here to calm down poor Hyunjin over here. So currently its Me, Felix, Chan, and Changbin here with Hyunjin. He just fell asleep." Seungmin said as they could hear the others conversating in the background.

"So did y/n-ssi. She's sleeping peacefully. So now we wait until they go back to each other I guess." I.N said scratching his head.

"Yeah, I guess..." Seungmin said sighing after.

"Until then, I'll call you after."

"Yep, talk to you then."

Once the call ended. They watched over you carefully to make sure you would recover all the energy you had lost.

[simpforthedead]

Genshin x fem reader

✧Here I am with a new headcanon idea !✧

✷What if Y/n was pregnant but learn later that her child is dead ?✷

๑I always see the if YOU die giving birth scenarios⁠๑

✿Don't worry it's all fluff even if it have a little angst plot ✿

✯Characters (Minors aged up if they're minors I don't know how old they are)

✯Scaramouche (You simp-)

✯Alhaitham

✯Baizhu

✯Bennett (Im sorry )

✯Albedo

✯Thomas

✯Cyno (My main and now I do bad jokes too...please tell me I'm not the only one)

Scaramouche (Well it's when he's wanderer but I'm not calling him wanderer)

☆When the doctor told you that to both of you he frozed up, like really...

☆You two left the hospital in shock, and you were only now starting to understand what the doctor meant.

☆You wanted to cry so badly but nothing was coming out of your eyes, and they just stayed open and with the wind it made them hurt.

☆Scaramouche finally took you in his arms and placed your head on his chest while kissing your head, you could even felt tears falling from his eyes.

☆It was only now you started crying.

☆You hugged him so tightly like for escaping the sad truth.

☆Weeks later you were still sad and didn't want to leave your home.

☆Scaramouche had to force you to go outside and to talk to people.

☆Everyone were worried for you and especially Scaramouche.

☆Even if he didn't show it, he was very sad and had cry a lot, maybe even more than you...

☆But he knew you were going to feel guilty if you saw him like that, that's why he kept it a secret.

☆After 1 month he was totally fine mentally, but for you it was a lot harder and Scaramouche kept helping you with things.

☆Nahida even came to talk to you since you were slowly starting to feel better.

☆After 2 months, you were capable to do everything right and feel happier than ever, but you still felt a little sad.

Alhaitham

⁠⑅I recently started to like him so it's prob not the best thing I've write.

⁠⑅You were sleeping when he learned it.

⑅When you woke up, he was reading a book on the edge of the bed, with his back facing you.

⁠⑅You happily greeted him but he didn't answered.

⁠⑅You moved to be able to see his face but he was covering it with his book.

⑅You were confuse and keep on going like that, but you stopped when you could have seen a tears rolling down from his eyes.

⁠⑅You suddenly stopped and hugged him, even if you know he's not a fan of hugs.

⑅After what seemed like 10 min, he faced you and tell you with a shaky voice.

"H-he's dead ...Our child is dead..."

⑅At first, you didn't believe it- No you didn't want to believe it.

⁠⑅You were hoping it was just a prank or something else.

⁠⑅Your eyes started to fill up with tears and you wiped them away with your arm.

⁠⑅He hugged you and kept reading his book

⁠⑅You were devastated and keep crying on his chest (Pillow chest is the best ಡ⁠ ͜⁠ ⁠ʖ⁠ ⁠ಡ)

⁠⑅ For the next few days you stayed by his side, and together you slowly started to feel better.

⑅ He was a little harder for him to kept his original himself, even if he didn't look like it you knew he was hurt inside.

⑅ Luckily your smile and your everything kept him out of the depression.

Baizhu

๑He's the doctor.... Yeah...Imagine the guilt he felt when he had to told you about it.

๑ Basically, he already knew the chances of having a baby were little cause he has a disease (I think...I didn't read his lore lmao)

๑You wanted to hug him but you were stunned by the revelation.

๑He understand your intention and immediately hugged you.

๑You felt so guilty you didn't want to eat for months, obviously you eated but never a big proportion.

๑Baizhu, being the amazing person he is, keep on telling you it's not your fault and taking you to peaceful places.

๑Qiqi was also worried about you and she was sooo sweet to you, I mean as a Qiqi she was cute.

๑Baizhu was amazing to comfort you, and you were really grateful for that.

๑There's nothing else to say except he's hot-

Bennett

⁠♪He think it's his fault.

♪He have bad luck and you can't do anything about it.

♪Yeah he turned EMO. Jk but it would be funny to see

♪Bennett felt so guilty, nobody could comfort him...

♪Except you of course ! So that's what you did !

♪You were sad too, but you already came up to this deduction when you couldn't feel the baby moving anymore...So you had the time to take all the informations slowly.

♪But him....He wasn't ready for this, I mean he knew his badluck would affect his child but didn't thought it was going to kill him.

♪Yea, so you guys had to transform into a psychologist , not that you mind it because you were cuddling while he was saying it's his fault.

♪You reassured him, even if it took time, you never left him thought it was his fault.

♪Baby was finally acting normal after 1 month and half

Albedo

✿Like Baizhu he was the one who told you.

✿He didn't want to hurt your feeling though, so he kept him a secret 2 days after learning his child was dead.

✿Yeah only 2 days because it was heartbreaking to see you happy for a dead person.

⁠✿When he told you, he had everything to comfort you like blanket, snacks, tissues and things like that.

✿As he thought you cried and run into his arms to get a hug from him.

✿Albedo being very smart, knew how to help you with this traumatizing event.

✿Nothing more to say except he was just perfect and sad, not for long time but still.

✿Here come the best part with.....KLEE

⁠✿Klee was so sad, she wanted a friend to play with.... Although she knew it wasn't your fault because Albedo told her.

⁠✿Klee once said "I can be your child !" even if it seemed weird because well... she already have a mother, she was innocent and you can't say she wouldn't say that.

✿Klee is still a child so she thinks it's the same, and she only wanted to comfort you!

✿So you told her you see her as a little sister but it helped you a lot to have this cute ,little ,blond ,legged bomb with you.

✿Klee is and will always comfort you no matter what !

Thoma

⁠◕MAID THOMAS AT YOUR SERVICE MAAM

◕He for real turned into a to do man

◕You feel lonely ? BAAM Have a party with friends !

⁠◕You don't like the noise in the party? BAAM silence ...

◕You want to change your clothes but you're too lazy ? BAAM YOU'RE STILL IN YOUR CLOTHES ! Yeah he ain't dressing you because he have a lot of respect for you

◕Thomas was trying to hide his sadness but sometimes he came in you room and sat in front of you on your bed, he placed his head on your shoulder crying while you were rubbing his head.

◕You weren't really an incredible person toward him...But he knew it was because of the death of your child.

◕You did have a lot of regrets everytime you yelled at him or drank until you throw up.

◕You felt even more guilty and tried to suicide yourself but bro....HAVE YOU SEEN THOMAS PERFECT ARMS ??

◕He didn't let you fall and you just wanted to restart everything...Sounds familiar? Then you are a good person don't worry about it ⊂⁠(⁠・⁠▽⁠・⁠⊂⁠)

⁠◕He helped you go through it and you were so...Free like all the events were past and your dead child was probably proud of you from Celestia.

Cyno

☆Shocked, sad, angry, sad, guilty from being angry at something he couldn't do anything for, Cried

☆Cyno is...Sad but will get mad at the god, like they had killed your child.

☆Well later he learned that your child was dead because of a illness incurable.

⁠☆You were sad he was sad, so you two stayed at your home waiting until you feel better.

☆Even if everyone thought the house was dirty with chips bags on yhe ground, dirty cups or plates, water bottle empty and dirty socks averywhere, well surprising the house was clean !

☆Once you decided to invite some friend like Tighnari, Collei and maybe Alhaitham with Kaveh.

☆They were shocked.

☆You looked like nothing ever happened! But in truth you just didn't want to cry for something you couldn't help for.

☆The same for him.

☆Well it was harder for you but Cyno was here with his bad jokes to help you.

⁠☆It was funny tho (not like mines)

☆Your friends were happy to saw you two being okay, but they bring presents ?

☆Like, they bought you food and a new notebook...But a pretty one (You choose because I have a shitty style)

☆Cyno had a new TCGC cards but its a customized one so it's worth it.

Author:"Hope you enjoy ! "

Klee:"Have a good day or night !"

Author:"Go to sleep"

[agent-whiskeys-sweetheart]

Oxytocin (iii) 

Pairing: Egon Spengler x F!Reader

Summary: While looking for a new research assistant Egon finds you, a parapsychologist whose always wanted to be a Ghostbuster. Little did you both know that there would be a lot more than research and ghostbusting that would bring the two of you together.

Warnings: Some angst. Mentions of sex.

“Spengs? Come talk to me.” Ray prompted, tugging him inside by his shirt sleeve. They closed the door behind them, walking back towards the lab. “Now, I want to know exactly what’s going on here.” 

“What do you mean Ray?” Egon inquires. 

“Don’t be obtuse Egon. I mean, what is going on between you and Y/N?” This causes the man to stop in his tracks.

“Nothing is going on between us. Why would you think that?” 

“Come on. I’ve never seen you so happy in all your life. Something is different and I’m betting it’s her. Don’t think it escaped my attention that when I woke up you were both in the same bed.” 

“That was nothing. She had a nightmare. I was comforting her.” 

“If it had been anyone else you wouldn’t have let them into your bed like that. I know you Egy. Something is definitely different.” 

“I suppose things are different. In a way. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like her quite a bit. I enjoy having her around. She makes the work fun. Everything with her is so easy.” As he said this Ray tilted his head, giving him a knowing look. “But that doesn’t mean I love her.”

“Of course it doesn’t.” There was a certain understanding in Ray’s voice that did not escape Egon’s attention. “Either way you should be more friendly. She’s been in the lab for weeks and you haven’t even asked her to lunch yet. You want her to stick around, don’t you?”

The other left him to think for a moment, disappearing into the lab. God, of course he wanted you to stick around. He looked back towards the door. You were surely gone now, having hailed a cab to your apartment. He wished you weren’t though. He wanted you to stay. He always wanted you to stay. Seeing you leave at the end of each day was the hardest part of his week. 

Maybe there was something to be said for Ray’s observation. He had certainly been a lot happier since you’d come around. Every day was a new adventure with you and he looked forward to each and every one. Not to mention the feelings that stirred in him when you were almost hurt in the darkroom. He was so afraid for you. He didn’t know what he would do if you had gotten hurt. Then there was that night. With you in his bed. He hated admitting it to himself but god he could have laid there with you forever. Having you so close to him was like everything he had ever needed and wanted. When he had asked you about what you were going to say during the fire there was a large part of him that had hoped you were going to make some kind of confession. For some reason that would be so much easier than having to admit his own feelings. Oh god. That’s when he realized it. He did have feelings for you. Feelings outside of friendship. He was in love with you. How terribly inconvenient, he thought to himself.

Snapping himself out of it he finally followed after Ray, ignoring the overwhelming sense of love that flooded his brain. Despite everything inside his head screaming not to, he had decided. He would ask you out to lunch. It was the least he could do after all. 

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Monday couldn’t have come soon enough. You knew that the event in the darkroom meant that you had to be getting close to the truth. Something was trying to stop you which was exactly why you couldn’t stop now. You had to figure out what was going on. 

When you pulled up to the Firehouse, you made your way to the lab like always. Peter was waiting for you by Janine’s desk, stopping you. 

“Hey kid. I heard what happened on Saturday night. Are you okay?” 

“Yes, I’m fine. Thank you Peter.” He patted your arm before letting you continue your path towards the lab. Once inside you saw that Egon was already hard at work like he usually was. You smiled. 

“Good morning. Egon.” At hearing your voice he perked up.

“Y/N. Good morning. I’m glad to see you. We’ve got a lot of work to do today. Have a seat and I’ll explain my process to you.”  You did so, scooting a chair over so that you were close to him. Pulling out his trusty notepads he began showing you charts, graphs, and plenty of examples of the current tests he was running on the slime. You studied everything carefully, making sure that you were completely up to speed before jumping into the work for the day. 

The two of you performed a number of experiments that day, working your way from one to the next to the next. You were discovering lots of important information on what positively stimulates the slime and what negatively stimulates the slime. Before you knew it, it was just about lunchtime. Egon stood up and stretched. You joined him, needing to get on your feet after several hours of intense experimentation. You were about to head outside to hail a cab back to your apartment when Egon stopped you. 

“Would you be interested in ... having lunch with me today?” He asked. The request took you by surprise.

“Sure. I’d like that.” You respond with a smile, walking back over towards him. He swallows thickly as you take up residence by his side again. “Where do you want to go?” You thumb your bag nervously. 

“Wherever you’d like really.” 

“How about Chinese?” You ask. This causes a small satisfied smile to creep onto his lips. You’re guessing he likes Chinese. 

“That sounds perfect. I know just the place.” 

With that the two of you head out the doors together, side by side, as you walk to a little Chinese place on the corner of the next street over. The walk was fairly quiet, however you both began to engage in pleasant small talk once you’re inside the restaurant. You each take turns ordering before finding a booth near the back. You sit across from each other, your legs brushing one another’s. You fold your hands on the table, eyeing Egon carefully as you breathe deeply.

“So, can I ask you something?”

“Anything.” He replies. 

“We’ve been working together for a few weeks now and this is the first time you’ve asked me to spend time with you recreationally. Why now?” You couldn’t help but voice your curiosity. 

“Well.” He cleared his throat, his embarrassment was very evident. “Ray brought it to my attention that maybe I haven’t been as ... friendly with you as I ought to be. I do want you to continue working with me and if that means having lunch every now and again then so be it.” His response wasn’t quite what you were hoping for.

“I see. Well, after today consider the obligation over.” You give a small smile, trying to reassure both Egon and yourself that you didn’t care whether or not he wanted to have lunch with you. However, you knew the truth. You did care. You cared a lot. You couldn’t say that though.

“That’s not what I meant. I--” He stops himself for a moment. “I’m sorry. There’s something about you that makes it very hard for me to speak sometimes.” This is probably the most heartfelt Egon had been with you and you were intent on listening to every word he had to say. “I do enjoy your company. It’s not that I didn’t want to have lunch with you. It’s just that ... well, when I’m working I don’t think about much other than the work. Plus we’ve been making such good progress. I suppose it just escaped my attention that you might like more of a relationship with me. Since we are coworkers.” 

“Right. Well, no worries. If you want to have lunch with me, I’m happy to spend the time with you. If not, it won’t hurt my feelings.” You were trying to be so casual. However as you spoke you internally cringed, hearing how forced your statement was. Something changed in Egon’s eyes as well. He seemed almost ... desperate. Needy. 

“I’d quite like to keep seeing you. Outside of the lab, I mean.” God, he was right there. Right on the verge of saying what you wanted so desperately to hear him say. Just say you’re in love, you mentally screamed at him. Just say you’re in love because so am I. Head over heels. I’ll go to lunch with you for the rest of time if that’s what it takes, you thought. Of course thinking was all you were able to do. 

“I’d really like to keep seeing you as well.” You assure him. Just as you’re nearly about to jump over the table to kiss him the waitress brings out your food. You sigh in relief, needing the moment to be over. You needed it out of your head so you wouldn’t do something you’d come to regret. As you started to eat you suddenly felt very self aware. As if you had already said something wrong. However, Egon soon broke the silence which you were very grateful for. 

“So, I’m thinking when we get back to the lab it would be a good idea to test if the slime can be destroyed. We already know it can be positively and negatively charged but we still aren’t sure if there’s a way to get rid of it altogether. I’d love to hear suggestions.”

“Well, we can always try to light it on fire.” 

“True although I’m not sure the rate at which slime burns.” 

“No time like the present to find out.” 

“Also true. If we’re going to try burning it, I think it might also be effective to freeze it as well. My hypothesis is that we’ll get a stronger result by freezing the slime however, there is something to be said for the use of fire.” You nodded, taking a second to eat. For some reason as you sat there and contemplated the slime and its effects, a certain memory popped into your head. A memory from a few weeks back, one that had stuck in your head ever since. Now might be the perfect time to bring it up to him. It’s just the two of you which has been the case less and less recently, Ray being around to help in the lab more.

“You know, there is one particular experiment that I’ve been interested in and as I understand it, it’s one that you’ve already conducted. I’m just curious if I might be able to see the results.” 

“Absolutely. We’re equal partners in this, you have a right to see any research I’ve conducted thus far. What was the experiment?” 

“I believe it was...” You’re trying to find the right words so as not to embarrass him however, you know it’s a futile task. “Sexual in nature.” His eyes immediately flash with recognition and he coughs lightly, surprised that you’d be so bold as to bring up the little comment Venkman had made a few weeks back. 

“Yes. Well I would be happy to show you my research but it was inconclusive.” You raise your eyebrow at him, sure he’s avoiding the request. He catches on to this quickly. “It truly was inconclusive.” 

“I see. Will you be continuing the experimentation to see if you can get a highly positive reaction from the slime?” 

“I don’t know. We’ve been making such steady progress, it feels silly to backtrack now. However, I would be quite curious to see how positively we can charge the slime with ... such methods.” 

“Well, sex does have a tendency to bring out some of the strongest human emotions. In my opinion, it might be worth a shot.” 

“Perhaps you’re right.” He turns his head away as if lost in thought. Now was your chance. If you were ever going to instigate things, now was the time. Some part of you knew Egon wasn’t very likely to get things started between the two of you. So it was up to you. 

“If you do continue the experiment, I’d quite like to be present.” Egon’s head whips around as he looks at you in disbelief. Surely you didn’t mean what you had said. Surely it was simply an obligation to science that had you saying these things. There was no way you’d actually be interested in sex with the man. However, he did love to imagine that it might be a remote possibility. 

“If that’s something you want, I see no problems with it. You’ve been instrumental in all the research I’ve conducted thus far. It’s only fair that you be there for what may turn out to be our most effective experiment to date.” You nod, understanding the implications.

“Let me know when you’re ready to proceed and I’ll be there.” You assure him. You were going crazy. The two of you were sitting here, talking about having sex with one another as if it was just another experiment. Maybe that’s all it was to him. However, something deep down told you he was freaking out as much as you were.

With that, the two of you finished your lunch in awkward silence and made the walk back to the Firehouse. Egon let you go early that day. As much as you wanted to stay, you knew it was best to do as he said. Once you got home you were miserable. You were so sure you had done everything wrong and now there was no chance between the two of you. You needed him like oxygen and at the present moment, you were suffocating. You needed to do something. 

Before you knew it your phone was pressed up to your ear. The number you had dialed had only been used on one other occasion but you were so out of it you’d do anything to stop feeling this way. 

“Hey Ray.” You said when he finally picked up the phone. 

“Hey Y/N. Is everything alright?” 

“Yeah, everything’s fine. I just ... would you wanna go out with me tonight?” There was a pause on the other end for a moment. 

“Out where?” 

“I don’t know. Just ... anywhere. I really just need a friend tonight.” 

“Well, why didn’t you say so! I’ll be over there to pick you up in an hour. Oh yeah, and Venkman’s with me. Is it okay if he tags along?” 

“That’s fine, Ray. But not Egon.” 

“Understood. We’ll see you in an hour.” With that he hangs up the phone and you set about getting ready for a night on the town. 

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

When they arrive you’re wearing a nice button down and a pair of jeans. They’re in the Ecto-1, Peter sitting in the back so that you can have the front seat. You can’t help but smile when you see them. 

“Hey guys!” You exclaim. 

“Hey!” Ray says, ushering you into the car. 

“If it isn’t our favorite little lady. Are you ready for a crazy night out on the town with two of the interminably famous Ghostbusters?” Peter chimes in, making you laugh. You turn in your seat to face him. 

“I was born ready.” 

“Now, that’s the kind of thing I like to hear.” Ray speeds off down the street and your hand instinctively finds the handle of the door, holding on for safety. You had only driven in the Ecto-1 one other time which was when you had visited the museum. Ray drove pretty scary then too. When you turned back around in your seat Peter was giving you a pair of big terrified eyes and you nodded in agreement. 

“So, where are we going exactly?”

“Well, I figured we could grab a bite to eat. Then we can take a nice stroll through Central Park.” Ray says enthusiastically. 

“Sounds great, Ray.” You tell him, settling back in your seat and saying a silent prayer. Soon enough, you’re at the restaurant. It’s a little diner that you’ve seen the boys go to before. You find a decent place to park and walk inside, taking in the cute and quiet atmosphere. There is a booth in the far corner that you all migrate towards, sitting down and picking up a menu. “You know, I’m kind of sad Winston couldn’t join us.” You say, flipping through the menu.

“I can go give him a call! He shouldn’t be too far out.” 

“Yeah, sure! Let him tag along.” You say, prompting Ray to run outside with phone in hand. When he comes back inside he confirms that Winston is on the way. “Awesome. It’s been a while since I’ve seen him.” 

“It’s been a while since you’ve seen anyone.” Peter adds. “Always cooped up in that lab with the brainiac. No wonder you needed rescuing.” You laughed lightly. If only they really knew. 

“Yeah. Yeah, you could say that.” You say with a smirk. 

The waitress comes over to take your orders so you all get drinks, telling her that you’re waiting for another member of your party. Shortly after the bell above the door chimes, signaling Winston’s entrance. As soon as he comes up to the table he slides in beside you, giving you a hug. “Good to see you! It’s been too long.” 

“It really has. It’s nice to see you too.” Now that the whole crew is present, you call the waitress over and put in your orders. Once she disappears into the kitchen, Ray turns to you with a serious look. 

“Okay. Tell us what’s going on.” Wow. He sure caught on fast. Then again, you really weren’t trying to hide anything when you called him.

“Oh, it’s nothing Ray. It’s just been a weird couple of weeks.” 

“Tell us about it. We’re here to listen.” Winston had immediately caught on to the theme of this particular hang out. You sigh before taking in a deep breath, knowing you’d have to tell them something. 

“You know, as I was getting out of college there was nothing I wanted to be more than a Ghostbuster. I saw you guys on TV and man, was I jealous. You were doing everything I always wanted to do with my life. When I saw the ad in the paper, I knew it was my chance. My opportunity to step into a better life. Now that I’m here, it’s been a dream and a nightmare all at once. Everything is so perfect, like nothing I ever could have imagined. Well, almost everything. There’s one part of the job I’ve come to dread as of late.” 

“What?” Peter said, curiosity getting the best of him. 

“Egon.” 

“I thought you liked working with Egon.” Ray chimed in. 

“I do. That’s just the trouble. I enjoy working with Egon way more than I think Egon enjoys working with me. I’m just so--”

“Crazy about him?” Peter asks. 

“No. No, not ... crazy about him.” 

“Come on, kid. You don’t have to lie to us.” Said Winston. 

“I know. It’s just ... ugh!” You exclaim. “You’re right, Peter. The man drives me crazy alright. One minute I think that maybe, just maybe, he feels the same way about me that I feel about him. Then he turns around and says something that just reminds me he doesn’t. And today ... oh god, today. I’m so embarrassed. I said something I feel like I really shouldn’t have said and now I’m filled with so much regret about it. I mean, what do I do?” The others exchange a glance. 

“Look, Y/N. I probably shouldn’t be telling you this since the two of you need to figure this out for yourselves but let me just say ... you shouldn’t be so worried.” Ray tells you with a sly smug little smirk. 

“What does that mean?” 

“I think what Ray is trying to say is that Egon has definitely got the hots for you.” Peter explains, reaching out to pat your hand. 

“But, I -- How do you know?” 

“Trust me, we’ve been friends with Egon for a long time. I can tell that something is different about him because of you. He just doesn’t know how to tell you. If you just give him a little encouragement, show him it’s not all in his head, you may be pleasantly surprised by the results.” Ray assures you, maintaining that stupid grin he has on. 

“Are you sure?” 

“Positive.” Wow. Does he really like you as much as they say? God, you really hoped so. Before you could put any more thought into it, your phone started going off. Looking down at the screen you saw Egon’s number displayed there. Great. That’s just great.

“Speak of the devil.” You say, excusing yourself to the sidewalk in front of the diner. “Egon? What’s up? Is something wrong?” 

“Y/N-- I-- You--” He was cutting out so you couldn’t understand him. For a second you were sure you heard rock music blasting in the background. That couldn’t be right though. Could it? 

“Egon? I can’t understand you.” 

“Need-- You-- Firehouse-- Right. Now.” Just as you were about to ask what he had said he hung up. Huffing, you headed back inside. 

“Hey guys. I’m really sorry to do this but Egon needs me back at the Firehouse. I’m not sure what’s going on, he was breaking up really bad. I think I should go meet up with him.” 

“No worries. We’ll drive you back.” Ray said, standing and grabbing the keys. Peter slyly takes them from Ray’s hands. 

“You know what, I think I’ll drive this time buddy.” 

“Oh okay. Whatever you say.” With that you all headed back out to the Ecto-1, speeding off in the direction of the Firehouse. When you finally arrive you turn around, thanking them all for helping you before stepping out and heading in through the front doors. They watch you go before heading off again to grab something to eat. 

Once you’re inside you can hear what you now knew to be rock music coming from the direction of the lab. Your brow furrowed as you slowly made your way through the dark Firehouse, unsure of what to expect when you finally went into the lab. Stepping through the door, you see that everything is a mess. There are papers and things strewn about the floor, clearing off nearly all of the work tables. The next thing that catches your eye is Egon. He’s near the back of the room, lying across one of the empty tables. There is a speaker on the floor below which he’s resting his foot on. As soon as you get close enough you can see that he’s got a mostly empty bottle of whiskey in his hand. Oh no. This couldn’t be a good sign. Not at all. 

“Egon?” You say. As soon as he hears your voice he bolts upright on the table before jumping down and coming unbelievably close to you.

“Ah, Y/N. I’m glad that you’re here. Come sit down with me.” As he says this he turns the music off, pushing the speaker against the wall.

“Okay.” You say skeptically, sitting down on the couch. He takes up residence right next to you, his leg pressed warmly against yours. “What is all this, Egon? Are you alright?” 

“Yeah, yeah! Everything is great. I was just thinking about what you said today. About my little sex experiment. I think we should do it.” 

“What?” 

“You know, with the slime. I think if we had sex together we’d get a very strong positive reaction from the slime. That’s why I called you.” 

“So this is ... a booty call?” You ask, unsure of what else to call it. 

“No, no, no. Of course this isn’t a booty call. You don’t get feelings with a booty call and believe me, I’m all feelings right now.” 

“Oh. Okay.” You weren’t sure if you liked where this was going or not. It wasn’t that you didn’t like the idea of being intimate with Egon but you wanted it to mean more than just some experiment. Plus, he was absolutely stinking drunk which didn’t ease your mind very much. “What kinds of feelings are you feeling right now?” 

“What aren’t I feeling?” He laughs heartily. 

“Okay. Can I ask you something?” 

“Of course. You, darling, can ask me anything you like.” Oh god. Did he just call you darling? You were starting to believe Ray more and more as each minute passed. Maybe he did really like you. If he did though, why did he have to be drunk to act on his feelings then?

“Why are you drunk right now?” 

“Well, I am not exactly the having sex type. Don’t get me wrong, I do love sex. I just haven’t had very much of it. I just needed a little bit of that liquid courage to get me going. I’m only human, after all.” You took in what he was saying. You honestly needed a bit of liquid courage yourself to deal with all this. You took a deep breath. 

“I understand Egon and I’m very glad you’re interested in continuing our research but I think maybe now is not the time.” 

“What do you mean? Now is a perfect time.” 

“I’m kind of tired. I think maybe we should wait. Not to mention I don’t think it would yield any results with you being drunk.” 

“Oh. I guess I hadn’t thought about that.” 

“That’s not like you Egon. You always think things through.” 

“I know I do. Recently, it just seems like I can’t think straight.” 

“Why do you think that is?” You say hopefully. 

“I have a hypothesis but I think I’ll keep this one to myself.” 

“Okay Egon. Why don’t we get you up to bed?” 

“That actually sounds like an excellent course of action.” With that, you put an arm around him to help him off the couch. Once you’re both standing you stagger out of the lab and up the stairs towards the bedroom. You don’t bother helping him change into pajamas. Surely he’s used to sleeping in his clothes by this point. You pull back the covers for him, helping him into the bed. Once he’s down you start to head for the door but he calls out, stopping you.

“Thank you. You mean so much to me. I’m glad you were here tonight.” You can’t help but smile at his thoughtful words. 

“I’m glad I was here too, Egon. Sweet dreams.” You finally make your way back downstairs and catch a cab back to your apartment. When you lay down in your bed, your head is swimming with all manner of thoughts. Tomorrow was going to be a very interesting day.

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[rancidpancakebatter]

🎥 For Matt Murdock, said by the reader (because we all know Matt could sense these kind of things...and that he can't see lmao), "When I saw you I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew."

You Knew - [M.M.]

Pairings: Matt Murdock x GN!Reader

Summary: You grew up with Matthew, but how long have you loved him?

Word Count: 2.3k words

Content: Very brief allusion to sex at the end

( Masterlist )

A/N: I'm sorry this took so long but here you go. I hope you like it :))

I am slowly making my way through my asks, so I thank you all for your patience

Thinking back, you don’t think you’ve ever been happier. You were currently sitting on the couch, reading a book. Your legs were stretched out under a soft throw across Matt’s lap, while he was going over some case files. 

He brought some tea to his lips and his other hand continued to run across the page. The afternoon sun washed him in a beautiful amber hue. You wish to cradle his face the same way the sunbeams did. 

“What?” You blinked a few times before you realised Matt had said something. “You’re staring.”

You chuckled, knowing he wasn’t upset, merely teasing you. “It’s nothing.”

Matt only hummed and you went back to your reading. Well, you tried, but as you stared at the words, your mind drifted. 

Saint Agnes was the only home you knew. You never knew your parents, only the sisters who raised you. The story of the child hero who lost his eyesight saving someone’s life was one all the children knew. Hell’s Kitchen didn’t get much good attention, so this kid was kind of like a symbol to you all. 

You remember when Matt first arrived. He was quiet and kept to himself. Many of the other kids would whisper about him when he would pass and you knew he could hear it. Some of the boys complained about his nightmares, said he was possessed. You refused to believe that. 

One day on the playground, Matthew got corned by two boys. One took his cane and when Matt pushed at them the other slapped him, his glasses flying off. You ran up to one of them and turned them around. 

“What is your problem? Are you brain-dead? Is that it? What? Did you find out that even blind he’s at a higher reading level than you?” One of the benefits of growing up here: you knew everyone’s buttons and how to press them effectively. Bradley was practically a neanderthal. He was insecure about his intelligence and used brute force to get his way. 

He turned on you but before he could even raise his fist Matt swung, knocking him off kilter. By then, enough shouting had happened to alert one of the sisters to the commotion and you were all escorted to Sister Mary’s office. 

After that, you and Matt were thick as thieves. You were always getting into trouble. Kids could be brutal and you watched each other’s backs. You were more quick-witted while Matt was a better fighter. Together you made an unstoppable team. 

But you both grew up. Matt left for college and you lost touch. You always wondered what had happened to him. You stayed close to home, you continued to do volunteer work at Saint Agnes. That’s where you met him again. You were delivering some donations from a clothing drive when you noticed Maggie slinking around. 

Old habits die hard. You felt like a kid again as you followed her through the halls, speculating about where she was going. She was looking over her shoulder a lot, so it must have been something big. You wondered what the sacred sister was up to. 

You heard her scold some children before they ran into the hallway. You caught them in the hall and asked them what was in the room. 

“Some guy. We thought he was dead but then he woke up.”

“Yeah, he looks terrible.” 

They took off when they heard other footsteps in the corridor. You hid behind a corner as another sister moved down the stairs. 

Your feet carried you to the door, listening from just outside. 

“I need to change your gauze,” You heard Sister Maggie say, “Preferably without you flailing around like an idiot.”

You heard clinking and a zipper. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised by any of this. You were always pissed off. Of course, back then, you were just a boy who lost your eyesight.”

Your mind started spinning. A blind guy, hidden away in the orphanage? You knew it could be anyone but you couldn’t stop thinking it was him. It was obviously someone Sister Maggie knew. The description fit your old friend too well for it to be a coincidence. 

You had seen in the paper that Matthew was a lawyer now, responsible for taking down Wilson Fisk. It seems over the years his wit had become more scathing. You were proud of his sharp tongue. 

You enter the doorway, your curiosity getting the best of you. Your steps were quiet and both of them seemed too wrapped in their conversation to notice you. You looked over the body, though you couldn’t see the face. 

“Congratulations. You finally caught me.” You knew that voice, you had heard it on the news. You stepped closer and his battered face was more than enough proof.  

“Matthew?!”

You helped him recover in the church basement. You caught up on life and all that he had been up to. You listened to his self-pity monologues and his declarations against god. You were much more sympathetic to his righteous anger than Maggie was. You helped him set up his punching bag and kept him company. You even got to meet Karen, though the circumstances they were under were quite frightening and deadly. 

Since Matt’s recovery and the revival of the Daredevil, you and Matt became a lot closer. You fell back into your old ways. You felt comfortable with him, like falling into a distant memory. You didn’t realise just how much you had missed him. 

He introduced you to Foggy (and reintroduced you to Karen in a much safer and calm environment) and you were glad they were in his life. He seemed happy around them, less rageful than you remembered him.

Matt leaned on you a lot as he slowly brought himself back to life. You helped him clean his apartment, find a good Devil-to-Matt ratio, and process the betrayal he felt from Margaret’s actions. 

Now you were dating Matt. You don’t really remember how it happened. One day you were friends and then the next you were sharing sweet kisses and holding each other as you slept. It was the most natural progression you had ever experienced.

​​You’ve never been happier. Matt was kind and sweet. He doted on you and made you feel special every day. Even in mundane moments like these, where he had to bring work home, he was still spending time with you. 

As he was reading he was rubbing your leg over the blanket. He looked almost holy in the evening sun. Matt seemed so relaxed lately, it was a look you enjoyed on him. For most of your time knowing Matt, he was full of rage. But now, he seemed so warm. He was just so amazing. 

In this moment you realised something. “I love you.” 

Matt’s hand stopped on the page for just a moment, “I love you too.” 

He said it so nonchalantly. As if he had told you this a million times, not like he was saying this to you for the first time. You sat up, shocked by his response. When you pulled your legs away from him he sat up straighter, a look of confusion on his face. 

“What?” He asked you for a second time today. 

You blinked at him dumbly as your mouth gaped like a fish. “Wh- eh- You…you love me?” 

Matt's confusion melted into a blinding smile. “Yes. And you love me; have for a while now.” 

He had to bite back laughter as you continued to gape at him. “But I’ve never said that before. How did you know?” 

Matt grabbed your hand, “I’ve known since I met you.” 

“You’ve loved me since we were kids?” Matt did laugh at that. 

“No, but you did.” You smacked his arm as he continued to laugh. 

You think back to the first day you met. It was after the fight. You sat outside the office on a bench with Matt waiting for your turn for questioning. He was a mystery to you. He was normally quiet, keeping to himself. You were the same in that regard. 

You preferred to stay in the background and learn from your environment. It had done you well. You wondered why Matthew had chosen to live in the background. You felt yourself worrying for him, closely eyeing his cheek where you saw a welt slowly growing. 

You had to admit he was pretty. His features were soft despite the permanent scowl on his face. His hair was kinda shaggy and you thought his sunglasses were cool. You mentally traced the silhouette of his face. 

Mathew was older than you by two years. He was a “big kid” and you wondered if he found you annoying. Many of the children here did. You played around with the idea of him becoming your friend. You weren’t sure what that would look like but you wanted that. 

You felt your stomach twist when you thought about how he had fought for you. It wasn’t a particularly unpleasant feeling, but a new one. Something about this boy was magical. You wanted to learn everything about him: his favourite colour, his favourite book, his favourite toy. Maybe he didn’t play with toys at all. He was nine after all. You wondered what he did for fun, if not playing with toys. 

Matt tilted his head and you wondered what he was thinking. You knew that was his confused/thinking face. A small smirk spread across his face before he turned to you. You held your breath, hoping he couldn’t feel you staring at him. You stayed that way for a while before he turned his head back to the wall, chuckling.

It hit you then. He was right. 

“You smiled…” Matt’s laughter was calming down.

“What are you talking about?” You couldn’t believe this man. 

“On that stupid bench…when I saw you I fell in love,” You laughed in disbelief. “And you smiled because you knew." 

On his face was a similar smirk. Little Matty wasn’t as far in the past as Matt pretended he was. You couldn’t bring yourself to be mad at the man in front of you. Not when your heart was threatening to beat out of your chest. Trying to escape the confines of your ribs and land in the hands of the man you loved. The man you loved. The man you have loved since you were seven years old. 

You brought your hands to his face and crumpled as you felt him melt into them. “You smug bastard.”

Matt chuckled, his unfocused gaze on you. “A smug bastard that you love.”

You chuckled as you brought your lips to his. It was soft, sweet. It was everything you needed. Matt’s hands rested on the side of your ribcage, his smile ever-present. You leaned back, breaking off the kiss but not going far. 

“I love you, Matty.” You felt his hands fall to your hips. 

“I love you, (Y/N).” He closed the space between you and this kiss was a bit deeper. You felt like you were on cloud nine. It all felt so surreal. Suddenly a thought crossed your mind and you pulled away. You laughed when Matt whined, chasing after you. 

“Wait, I’ve loved you since we were kids. How long have you loved me?” A faint blush decorated Matt’s cheeks. He pretended to think about it and you smiled at his antics. 

“Let’s see…I knew I loved you when you were sending me off for college. I remember you were trying your best not to cry. And you wouldn’t let me hug you until I was getting in the taxi because you said you wouldn’t let me go otherwise.” He chuckled at the memory and you felt tears pooling in your eyes.  

“When we did hug goodbye, I found it much harder to let you go than I anticipated. It took all of my resolve to do so, and I released it was because I did love you.” Matt pulled you into his lap and you moved your hands from his face to wrap them around his neck. 

“I don’t remember when I fell for you. Probably when we were teenagers. I don’t know for sure, though. I do know,” He said as he moved your hair out of your face before resting his hand in its place. 

“That I have loved you for a long time. I don’t think I ever stopped. I know that I never will.” He swiped his thumb under your cheek, collecting a tear that had escaped. 

“Alight, alright,” You said through a sniffle. “You win.” 

He laughed, his smile creating wrinkle lines across his face. “Of course I do. I get to kiss you, hold you, and love you. Every day that I wake up in your arms, I am winning.” 

You roll your eyes at him and call him a sap. “It may be sappy, but it’s true nonetheless, my love.” 

You are absolutely positive he could sense how your body responded to the nickname. Nothing got past him. Not the way your breath caught in your throat. Not the way your heart beats harder. And certainly not the way your body temperature rises. 

You felt his other hands trace circles on the skin of your hip. You weren’t sure when he had weaselled his hand under your shirt but you couldn’t be bothered with that. “You’re too cute…my love.”

“Matty…” It was a plea. You burned for him. You thirsted for him and knew he was the only thing that could satiate you. 

“Yes, my love?” He teased.

He knew what he was doing. He was making you putty in his hands. You leaned forward and kissed him with hunger, with passion. It was words you didn’t know to say. It was feelings you couldn’t express. It was an encrypted message that you hoped he could decode. 

He received the message loud and clear. “I say we take this into the bedroom and I can show you just how much I love you. How does that sound my love?” 

Before you could even respond he was picking you up and carrying you across the room, your giggles floating through the air.

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[kteezy997]

The Other Man- Part Six// t.c.

yes, im using this photo to torture you.

Warnings: fluffy as hell, shower sex, oral sex male receiving, actually I’m gonna stop with the warnings on this one bc honestly this is very explicit and filthy, if you're not 18 or older don't read this lol

Timmy said, ‘I love you.’ It didn’t shock you; it didn’t make you shoot your eyes open and ask him if he was crazy. His words didn’t even faze you in that way. It was quite the opposite, actually. You were soothed by it.

He didn’t expect you to respond. You both just went straight to sleep, feeling relaxed and cozy together on the couch.

In the middle of the night, he awoke and carried you to your bedroom upstairs so you could sleep more comfortably. You had the images of him tucking you in with your warm blankets flashing through your dreams.

In the early morning, you woke up before him. You looked over at him, he stirred but didn't raise out of his slumber. You took the moment to admire his pure beauty. His curls were messy from sleeping and splayed across his pillow and his forehead. His naked chest rose and fell with his rhythmic breathing. His eyelashes were thick, and they fluttered some as his eyelids moved ever so noticeably as he dreamt. You took it upon yourself to smooth out his overgrown, woolly brows.

"Baby." you whispered to him, thinking that he could certainly hear you in his shallow state of sleep.

"mm." Timmy grumbled lightly. He could hear you.

"I'm gonna get in the shower." you said softly, then kissed his forehead after you pushed his disheveled curls back. You smiled to yourself as you watched him snuggle deeper into the pillow, too sleepy to get up yet.

You stepped into the shower feeling happier than you had been in years. You weren't stressed, you weren't annoyed at Billy for leaving his clothes or a towel on the bathroom floor, you weren't even thinking about work. You called in and said you were sick when you woke up. You never took days off, so you had some sick days you could use up.

The warm water flooded your skin, soothing any aches and pains that Timmy had given you during your lovemaking. To be honest though, you would carry around the soreness in your core all the time, just to be reminded that you were now his, and he was yours.

You felt a little bit guilty about not saying that you loved him back. You hoped he didn't go to sleep with any doubts about your feelings for him. You lathered up and scrubbed away at your face and body, knowing that you had a layer of sweat all over you from last night.

You heard the bathroom door open: Timmy.

He pulled the shower curtain back, grinning at you and then stepping into the shower with you. He got behind you, pulled the curtain closed, and gently swept your wet hair back. Kissing you on the cheek, he started to rub your shoulders.

You moaned softly in relief.

Timmy went on massaging your neck, kneading his fingers into your skin. He ran his palms down your arms, taking his time. You knew what was happening. He was spoiling you, just the same way as you did to him on your first night together. It meant a lot to you for him to lay back and let you love him. And now, without the words, he was returning the favor. Not that he needed to at all, but he wanted to, without an ounce of selfishness.

He kissed your neck, left little pecks on your shoulders, but it wasn't because he hoped to fuck. It was love. And you knew it.

"Timmy," you said, carefully turning toward him, "I'm sorry I fell asleep before responding to what you said last night."

He smiled, "Don't worry, I didn't think anything of it." He moved in front of you, wetting his hair. "We were both pretty beat anyway."

You bit your lip at the sight of his curls slumping down into his face as they got wet. You watched the water run down his tight body. He looked like a damn porn movie. He'd be the highest-paid star in the industry if he made the career change. You nearly salivated when you noticed the water droplets collected upon the dusting of pubic hair he had.

"Are you just looking or..." he spoke, and you looked up at him. His eyes turned a deep-sea green and he narrowed them at you. "Or are you wanting something?"

"Hmm." you hummed, flicking a sly grin at him before kneeling in front of him. You placed your hands on his wet thighs.

"y/n." he cooed your name and sank his fingers into your hair.

You took his cock into your hands, the water in the shower acting as a lubricant so you could stroke him. You kissed the tip, "Such a nice cock, baby." you said, pumping your hands slower to tease him.

Timmy murmured some curse words and put his hand on the shower wall. He looked down at you. You saw the muscles in his torso and arms tense up.

You put his cock between your moist lips. He used his hand to shield your eyes from the water falling down. You slurped and sucked on him, not totally able to fit his entire length in your mouth. But you did play with the tip and the slit with your tongue, swirling around it and flicking the spot where his precum began leaking out. You moaned when you tasted him, no doubt vibrating his cock.

Timmy smacked the shower wall, not hard, but just to relieve some of the tension he was feeling. He was bucking his hips softly, carefully, sliding his long cock in your mouth, barely grazing the back of your throat. "Fuck, I wanna be in your pussy." he huffed out.

You put a hand flat on his lower tummy, "Wait, baby, I wanna try something." You raised up, still on your knees, taking one of your breasts in each hand. You placed them on either side of his hard cock. It was red and leaking translucent white creamy streams. You used your tits to stroke him.

You thought Timmy's pretty eyes were going to pop out of their sockets. His mouth agape, he kept a hand lovingly on your back to hold you in place. His other hand was placed on your hand to help you keep your grip on your boobs as you pumped his cock.

"You are fucking everything." he praised you, petting your wet hair. He caressed your face. "Feels so incredible. I love your tits so much. You're perfect."

His words sent beams of throbbing aches to your pussy. You held his cock still between your breasts, and licked the slit of his cock, welcoming the salty cream of him onto your tongue again. You swallowed and giggled sinfully as you looked up at him.

"I'm gonna fuck you into oblivion." he said. And he did. He grabbed you forcefully, getting you back on your feet and shoved you against the wall. He propped your left leg over his hip and pushed his cock inside you in one go. He held your waist with his hands and rammed into you. Wet smacking sounds from your bodies echoed in the shower.

"Oh my God, Timmy!" you cried. Your breasts bounced and your hard, sensitive nipples met his chest with each thrust. The friction there was exquisite. Curse words spilled out of your mouth without you even knowing that you were saying them.

Timmy kissed you sloppily, on the lips, on the cheek, wherever he could get you.

You kissed back with the same passion. You wanted to devour this man. You put your arms around him tightly as he fucked you harshly. After about another minute, your thought your body would explode, but it was only an orgasm. You closed your eyes, seeing stars. You felt his hips shaking and he shot his load into you as well.

"Timmy," you said, breathing heavily and still hugging him, "I love you."

He rested his forehead on your shoulder. He hadn't let go of you yet, either. "You're not saying it just because my cock is in you, are you?"

"No!" you cried, you took his face in your hands, "I love you, Timothee Chalamet." You brushed his curls out of his eyes so he could know that you were sincere by seeing your eyes.

He nodded, "Good." he pecked your lips, and then turned to leave the shower.

You were left in the shower with your thoughts, and you couldn't help but feel down. You weren't convinced that he fully believed in you.

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Author’s note: This isn’t as long as some of the other parts. I’ll make up for it.

[saturnnelahy]

Can I get a BTS reaction to their child (baby, like 1 or 2 year old) giggling and laughing to them looking at themselves in the mirror? I just saw this happening. The dad was pushing the cart close and far away from the mirror, and the kid was DYING of laughter

Hello whitefoxgirl, I loved your request, it gave me lots of good ideas!!!! But I'm going to have to split it into two parts because I'm very sick at the moment so it's very difficult to write, I promise to try and get the rest up as soon as I can!!! I hope you like it 💜💜

Just a Happy Day:

𝓜𝓲𝓷 𝓨𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓲:

Since the birth of your daughter with Min Yoongi you didn't have much free time and you didn't have a day to enjoy without the responsibility of taking care of a baby, your husband did as much as he could to help with everything, but it was still very tiring. Wanting to please her, he took a day off and after a lot of persuasion he managed to convince her to go out with her friends while he stayed at home to take care of Jiyeon, as the girl was already 10 months old and always remained calm and calm with her father. He decided to accept, despite the uncomfortable feeling of being away from his little girl. 

It was already getting dark when you returned with several bags of things you had bought for yourself and Jiyeon. Everything seemed quiet and very clean despite the few toys scattered around the living room and the large sofas, which was strange since there was always a little girl running around and filling the rooms with her sweet delicate voice and loud laughter that made your days happier.

As you climb the steps of the staircase leading to the second floor, you hear a low moan coming from one of the bedrooms, which catches your attention and makes you go up faster and try your best not to make a sound as you walk up to the door of the suite, you open the door just a little to peek at what they're both doing and you end up looking at the most adorable scene in the world. Yoong is with Jiyeon in his arms standing in front of the mirror playing together, he tilts his body so that his face disappears from the mirror and then returns to his previous position, letting out a "buh" that makes the girl laugh and clap her hands.

𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓗𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓸𝓴:

After a tiring morning cleaning the apartment where you lived with Hoseok and your 6-month-old daughter Yeonju, taking the opportunity to sort out some things to donate and the presents she had received the last time your husband's friends came to visit with their children, you decided to lie down on the sofa for a few minutes just to rest but ended up dozing off for a couple of hours because you were so tired. When you woke up it was already afternoon, the sun was low and your body was less sore, but you were no longer on the sofa but on the big bed in your bedroom. Looking sideways towards the huge closet with a large mirror on the door, you saw your daughter's baby carriage with the little girl clapping her hands and laughing loudly while her father appeared and disappeared from the mirror.

Hoseok hummed a tune as he jumped in front of the mirror and then away. Every time the man disappeared, the little girl let out a loud laugh and clapped her hands in excitement at the "magic" her father was performing, which made her father do it more and more enthusiastically. Until he noticed you looking and turned towards you, a little flushed.

- Look love, she loves watching me do magic - he said excitedly before going back to playing with her, only this time determined to make you laugh too.

𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷:

With a baby at home, it was hard to find a quiet place in the house other than the library where Namjoon went to think, read and work for a while, which he did at least once a day after making sure his wife didn't need him and spending a lot of time playing with little Jae, who was a mini copy of his father.

Today the man had been locked in the library for a few hours working on a new song, but he hadn't been able to make much progress on the track and was starting to get frustrated when he heard a knock on the door and saw his wife open the door showing only her face.

- Hi, honey, I know you're busy, but could you take a look at Jae for a few minutes for me? - Yn asks with a cute smile, Namjoon smiles and nods, going to the door to take the chubby baby from his wife's hands. Jae smiles excitedly and holds out his arms to his father.

Despite being a six-month old baby, Jae is big and strong, always hungry and making a mess, his little brown eyes sparkling with love every time he sees his father. Namjoon holds him in his arms and kisses his chubby cheek, smiling at him, but the happiness of father and son only lasts a few minutes before the little one starts to throw a tantrum, whimpering as he flaps his arms in irritation. The man tries everything to calm him down, but it seems impossible. The father walks with the baby in his arms while rocking him slightly but he continues to grumble, until the man passes in front of the mirror and the baby lets out a low chuckle but starts crying again when Namjoon turns away, realizing this he starts playing with Jae through the mirror while humming the song he was working on.

When yn returned to the room, he found them playing together and laughing with each other in an adorable scene, because both of them, apart from their looks, had very similar laughs. Namjoon always looked immensely radiant when he had his son in his arms, and it was impossible not to get emotional watching him.

Sorry for any mistakes, I hope you like it 💜