#yeah go ahead get all of your cupcakes jokes out now

[egberteclipse]

pinkie pie commits a bit of a social faux pas

[princessbrunette]

Campcounselor!Jj taking you on a picnic deep in the woods and fucking you on the picnic blanket !!!

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“so where’s this surprise you speak of?” you giggle giddily as you follow jj through the woods, the blonde walking ahead of you whacking bushes and branches out the way with a long stick.

“right theees way.” he announces in an accent you were certain he made up. he pulls a curtain of leaves out the way, allowing you to walk through a small entrance first. as your eyes adjust in the late afternoon light, you’re met with a beautiful sight. a checkered picnic blanket laid out on the grass by a small waterfall over some rocks, a small flowing stream passing by it. he’s messily strung up fairy lights over the trees surrounding, and placed mini faux candles around the blanket. jj walks in behind you with a humble smile, wiping his hands on his pants as you both admire his work.

“jayj! you did all this? this is so cute!” you whisper in awe, hands over your heart through the material of your sundress.

“yeah, well you know. you deserve it.” he shrugs, and you lurch over for a kiss.

the two of you enjoy the picnic you’d packed, laughing and telling stories as you eat until you’re full, staring up the birds flying over the tree tops, laying back. maybank rests two hands behind his head, and you lay your head delicately on his bicep, curled at his side.

“so you’re sure you didn’t bring me all the way out here to kill me like in those summer camp slasher movies?” you smile softly, looking up at his profile as he watches the birds.

“well, uh— can’t now, can i? you ruined the surprise… and anyway i forgot my mask.” he sarks and you laugh, his chest vibrating with a chuckle in tow. “speaking of which, dude — we’ve gone the whole summer and haven’t watched one of those shitty slashers? you know those movies are like, my specialty.”

“you know, now i’m your girlfriend you should probably stop calling me dude.” you grin lightheartedly, poking the end of his nose making him scrunch it up briefly.

“shit, yeah, no— you’re right…” he glances at you out the corner of his eye, lip twitching as he gears up for a punchline. “how’s dudette, instead?”

you burst out laughing, clammy hands clutching your tummy making him blow air out of his nose in surprise, brows furrowed as he smirks down at you. “damn, was the joke really that good?”

you grin, elated and push yourself up onto an elbow to look at him properly. when you do so, you feel your stomach go all fizzy inside like shaken pop, and you fight to not look away in shyness. “i happen to think you’re very funny.” you compliment modestly and he smiles, pushing himself up also on his elbow to mirror you.

“well i happen to think you’re very pretty. so i guess it evens out.” as he speaks, his voice gets quieter, eyes on your mouth until you meet in the middle, lips locking in a kiss. you pull back away from him slowly, giving him a look. his eyes flutter open in confusion.

“you don’t think i’m funny?” you grin with faux astonishment after a pause and he sniffs out a laugh, shaking his head and cupping your cheek.

“shutup.” he groans, before kissing you hard. it doesn’t take long for things to heat up, his hands roaming your body through your thin sundress, your own hands sliding over his tanned stomach beneath his blue t-shirt, hat long knocked off his head.

before you know it, after what feels like an hour of licking and sucking what was between your thighs— he’s sliding his dick into the mess he’s made, elbows braced either side of you as he starts to thrust.

“oh, ah — jj— feels — feel so—”

“iiiii know, cupcake. feels good, don’t it.” he drones, panting hot air into the skin above your tit.

“what if— what if someone hears?” you whine, knees bracketing his waist as he rocks you continuously against the blanket that was ruffled beneath you.

“no one’s gonna hear you all the way out here, baby. let ‘er rip, know you got some pretty noises in you.”

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[wooahaes]

don’t worry about tomorrow (so we’ll just have some fun right now)

pairing: non-idol!felix x fem!reader

genre: fluff! + some suggestive lines at the end

word count: 0.9k~

warnings: food mentions throughout fic. also implied smut post-fic with suggestive lines leading up to the end.

daisy’s notes: this man makes me delulu im sorry i just love him so much... hes my sunshine <3

A week before your birthday, Felix woke up, looked at your sleeping face, and decided in that moment that you needed to have the best birthday to date.

That meant he needed to be a little sneaky about it. The two of you had brought up your birthday ever since a month before, since he wanted to be prepared for whatever you wanted to do. When you told him that you were indifferent (but that the only thing you didn’t want was a party), he had said he could work with that before asking if he could surprise you. With you giving him the go-ahead, he had decided to start making plans. No parties, that much was guaranteed, but other ways he could surprise you. He had plans to cook you dinner that day, since you would be going out with friends for part of the day... but he decided to take it a step further.

A week before your birthday, he decided that this year he would be making you chocolates himself for the first time. It meant he’d have to do some testing to figure out the exacts of doing it, but Chris had offered up his apartment for experimentation... if it meant he and the others could taste-test the results for him. It had resulted one day in everyone being over, and Jisung saying a very curt, “these are disgusting, but please leave all of them with us,” at one point. It earned a laugh from him, thankful for his success (even with Jisung’s joke that made his heart drop at first) in making them.

Felix, by the end of it all, had put together what resembled a Valentines’ Day chocolate sampler in a way. Chocolate covered pretzels, sea salt caramel-filled chocolates, chocolate covered nuts... and some chocolate-covered fruit that he had made the day-of as he waited for you to come home. He’d tied up the little box he’d managed to get (the cupcake liners inside of it to hold each sweet treat was a nice touch, in his opinion, plus he managed to find them in your favorite color), and hidden it away as he began to plate dinner.

When you came home, he’d greeted you with a kiss. “Happy birthday,” he said. His hands found yours, and he gently guided you with a slow step back. “Remember when I said to be ready for dinner...?”

Your eyes had twinkled with excitement. “Uh-huh?”

“Well...” He stepped aside, revealing the set dinner table, complete with lit candles to add to the atmosphere of it all. “Happy birthday. There’s more after this, too.”

With a kiss on the cheek, you’d thanked him for dinner and the two of you sat down and dug in. He’d asked about how your day out had been, and you’d happily recounted the places you’d gone with your friends. You’d actually run into Chris while you were out, of all the people to run into. He ended up chatting with you for a second, wishing you a happy birthday before parting ways with you. Thankfully, from the sounds of it, Chris didn’t let anything slip while he spoke to you. Not that he thought he would have, but... It was good to know that his surprise was safe.

When dinner was over, he could move onto the next thing. “I know you said last week that you didn’t really want a cake or anything this year...” He picked up the empty plates after planting a quick kiss on the top of your head. “I mean... We can still get one. Or I could make one if you changed your mind, but...”

“Yeah?” You watched him curiously from your chair. “I mean, we don’t need a cake or anything. I’m happy just being with you.”

He had to stop as he was putting the dishes away, nearly clutching his heart at that. It was far from the first time you’d said it, but it was still a shot directly through his heart that only made him love you more. He pulled out the box from where he’d set it, and made his way back over to you. “I made you these instead,” he set it down carefully in front of you, hopefully having not jostled anything. “I started looking into how to make them myself,” he watched you pull the ribbon loose, “and it ended up not being too hard once I got the hang of it... But most of the things in there are just dipped instead of actual ones you make from molds, so...”

You removed the lid from the box, looking over everything he’d made. The sea-salt caramel ones, the chocolate-covered variety of treats, and the plain milk chocolates that he’d decorated with different stripes and whatnot. “Oh... Felix...” You looked up. “You really made all of these for me?”

He nodded. “I wanted to do something special this year. Do... Do you like them?”

And you nodded eagerly. “That’s so sweet of you...”

“And I was thinking...” He said, suddenly more nervous than he was before. “There’s... also leftover chocolate... I was thinking that, maybe, if you wanted, we could... put it to good use? Or, I dunno, we could make something with it instead, I could show you how--”

Quietly, you leaned forward, blowing out the candles between the two of you to plunge the room into near darkness. “I’ll be waiting,” you stood up, gracing him with one quick kiss. “Don’t take too long, okay?”

Felix never thought he’d moved so fast in his life.

taglist: @twancingyunhao​

[anonauthorsworkshop]

Prompt; mc, 035, and 049 sneak out, and 079 helps out.◇ im so unbelievably bored I don't know what this is but enjoy I guess …!!  - 🪐

┆

“Stop pushing me!”

“Then walk quicker, damn it!”

“It's pitch black! Do you want me to levitate!?”

“Maybe, can you?!”

“No you shithead! Why would you even ask?”

“Why would you even suggest it, then?!”

“Cause –”

“Enough! Be quiet, you two…”

“... They started it.”

“Oh, shut it, Rat.”

“What did you just call me –”

“I said, be quiet..! You are going to attract unwanted attention.”

“Fine. Only for old time's sake, doc.”

“... Old time's sake? You mean the times you were chasing him across continents?”

“How dare you – I cannot believe this audacity. Can you believe it, doc?”

“...”

“... Doc?”

“Let's not idle chat until we've arrived.”

035 muttered something with a glare at 049 before turning away, crossing his arms. Boy, he could be such a big baby sometimes. Like right now. “Hey, you can hold on my arm if you don't want to get lost,” came 035's hushed voice, and you paused mid step. Was he playing, or genuinely trying to help you right now? You didn't trust his intentions, so you opted to pretend you didn't hear that. Only, that made him more persistent, offended that you outright ignored him. “Hey!”

049 slapped the back of 035's head, turning to you calmly. “Here,” he murmured, holding out his arm. “You can hold on mine, if you'd like.”

You sweat dropped, laughing nervously. “I'm.. Good. Yeah. Thank.” hell, you couldn't even finish your sentence. “You. Thanks.” you promptly walked past them, and 035 hurried to your side again. It seems he's in a better mood. Probably because you rejected 049's offer. He started humming, as 049 cast him a funny look before continuing ahead.

Realizing that he was going to sing on the top of his lungs (again), you hastily grabbed onto his arm to distract him. He stiffened, slowly looking down at you. “.. Ah?”

“Oh, was your offer not on the table anymore? Sorry –”

“No!” he nearly yelled, securing your arm. “I mean – of course, since I'm so gracious, I'll take pity on you this time. Hmph.”

You glared at him in the corners of your eyes, holding back your insults. 049 was right. You shouldn't be making too much noise, lest you get caught. “All quiet now, hmm?” 035 taunted, grinning wickedly. You sighed loudly, pinching his arm. He yelped slightly, looking like he was about to throw you across the room. Thankfully, 049 interjected before things could escalate. God bless this man. “We're here.” he announced in his usual calm, deep voice. You instantly unlatched your arm from 035's, not noticing the way his shoulders sagged a little.

“First things first, snacks.” you said decisively, going straight to the cafeteria's kitchen. 035 followed after you, with 049 standing on guard behind.

“Ew, what is this?” 035 said in a disgusted voice, holding up a piece of pizza. You tried not to groan. “It's pizza.”

“Pizza,” he repeated, throwing it away. It landed on the ground with a pathetic slapping sound. “Sounds as gross. Haha.” he chuckled heartily, as though telling an inside joke. You sighed at his comment, pulling out cupcakes just as he started to roam around. “You know what they need? Some real old –” his voice cut off with a squawk, and a loud thud followed.

You face palmed.

“Damned pizza! It must be a cursed thing, for it to come after me like this.” he blabbered, shamelessly waiting for your help. He even had the nerve to pose on the ground – as a comeback to the pizza's schemes.

You held back your anguished tears, helping 035 up from the ground. He continued to insult the interior of the cafeteria, pushing things off the counter. You were already tired.

But really, what were you expecting when you decided to sneak out with him? at least 049 had more manners…

“We're back!” you said, stepping out of the back of the cafeteria to find 049 hunched over slightly. Your brows furrowed. “You alright?” you asked, holding snacks and capri sun in your arms. He jolted slightly, standing to his full height as he turned to face you with a little more light in his usually sharp eyes.

“I am well, thank you for asking.” then, he paused. “Where is 035 –”

“Ah, were you worried about me?” came 035 from behind him, about to wrap his arm around 049's shoulder when he stepped away. “I knew you cared about me in the depths of your heart, I can tell! Just look at how pained you look without me.”

049 looked at him in mild indignation. “Cease your nonsense, 035.” before the other could speak again, 049 turned to you. “Well, should we go find a spot to sit now?”

You nodded, grateful. “Yeah, it would be awkward if someone found us just sitting in the cafeteria – after hours.” you left out the fact that it would look bad no matter where you three decided to chat in, especially with the array of random stolen snacks in your arms. 035 raised his chin, like he is about to explain another horrible idea before the sound of speakers made everyone pause. “I know where you can eat peacefully, [Name],” came 079's voice, the cameras turning to your spot with a tiny red light.

You tried not to squeal and climb on the walls to hug the camera. You missed 079 quite a lot…

035 groaned, glaring at the cameras. “I have a better plan.”

049 hummed, lifting a gloved finger. “We may as well hear it, little computer.”

You blinked at 049, mouth hanging open. 035 slapped a hand on his porcelain lips, turning away from the scene to desperately hold back his giggles.

The camera turned to him very, very slowly. “Did you just call me little?”

“Okay, okay, ignore him, 079,” you said, and the security camera turned to you again. Thank god. “Could you lead us please, then?” you added the extra 'please' to make sure he forgets about 049's off handed comment, though his finger drooped altogether with his hands to his sides, turning to you in confusion.

“Very well, [Name].” 079 said, in a more mollified tone. You sighed in relief as 035 wiped his black goo from his eye with an already gooey finger. “I was going to only lead you, anyway.” he added snarkily at the two. They pretended to be busy staring at the ground.

“Well, let's go then!”

It didn't take you too long to reach your destination, definitely not long at all with 079 slamming the doors in 035 and 049's faces every second, making them trip and get a fabric of their clothes get stuck in the door. Though, 079 knew better, and opened the door, knowing that 035's dramatic complaints would only get worse and put you in trouble. He just wanted you to enjoy yourself. And maybe take a revenge on 049 for calling him little.

049 seemed a bit distraught and disheveled somewhat, holding a gloved palm to his forehead as though wiping a sweat. At least he learned to treat 079 with more respect now. You snorted.

035 waltzed in the spacey room no one used, putting down pillows that you didn't even notice were in his hands this whole time. “Come, sit [Name],” he demanded, patting the spot next to him.

You plopped down, opening your capri sun and leaning against the cold wall. 049 sat in front of you, taking s strawberry cupcake. You tried not to balk at the sight, averting your eyes as you sipped your capri sun. 035 leaned on his palm as he watched you, a softer look in his eyes. 049 coughed loudly, just as 035's chin slipped from his palm. 035 patted down his shirt, raising his arms, and you realized with a twinge of panic – he was about to go off.

THE SLOW TURN OF 079’S CAMERA??? LMAO

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Kino Maniac [03]

ー The scene starts in the Ghouls’ manor

Yui: Haah...

( I’m feeling down. I’d love to have something sweet for a chance but that’s asking for the impossible, isn’t it...? )

ー Kino approaches her

Yui: Ah, Kino-kun. Do you need anything...?

( He seems to be in high spirits, I have a bad feeling about this... )

Kino: I figured I’d give you a nice treat. Here!

*Rustle rustle* 

Yui: A-A cupcake! Where did you get this?

Kino: They’re a rarity around these parts...but I just so happened to get my hands on one. Anyway, I’m giving it to you!

Yui: Eh? Are you sure?

Kino: Yeah, no biggie! Go ahead and give it a try?

Yui: ...I’ll take you up on your offer then. I was actually just craving something sweetーー

( Huh? This cupcake...I thought it was part of the decoration but could this bit actually be mold? )

Kino: What’s wrong? Come on, hurry up and eat it.

Yui: But, it has gone bad, hasn’t it?

Kino: Yeah, it might have. But so what?

Yui: Well...

( I don’t think I can eat this...What now? )

Kino: Don’t tell me you’re going to refuse? Must be nice being able to be so picky.

Yui: Eh...?

Kino: Most of the Ghouls living here rarely ever get to have a meal, let alone something of the finest, freshest quality. 

Yet you’re here turning down the cupcake I was so kind as to fetch for you? 

Yui: W-Well...

Kino: Since you’ve gone quiet, I assume you realize just how selfish you’re being right now?

Then better eat it. Right now, in front of my eyes. While showing your gratitude towards me!

Yui: ( What should I do...? )

Selection

→ Eat it (M)

Yui: F-Fine...I’ll eat it...

Kino: Yeah. You should have just said so from the very beginning. Come on, hurry up? 

*Rustle rustle* 

Yui: ( Right. I have no other choice...! )

→ Fail to eat it (S)

Yui: ( Still, I can’t eat this...! )

I’m sorry, I just can’t...

Kino: ーー So you trample all over someone’s good intentions and assume you will be forgiven just by saying ‘sorry’? 

Yui: T-That’sーー

Kino: ーー This is an order. Eat it. I’ll continue pestering you until you do. Do you understand? 

Yui: Butーー 

Kino: I won’t take ‘no’ as an answer. Or would you prefer for me to force it down your throat instead? 

Yui: F-Fine...I’ll eat it...myself...

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: ( ...If I just down it in one big bite, it’ll be fineーー! )

...

( Here goes nothingーー )

ー Kino takes it away

*Rustle*

Yui: Wait, huh...?

( It’s gone? )

Kino: Ahaha! Your eyes are nearly popping out! Is this what ‘a deer in the headlights’ (1) looks like? 

The cupcake’s right here. I’m surprised you actually tried to eat it. 

Yui: You were the one who told me to, remember!?

Kino: I was just kidding? A joke. You’re just stupid for not realizing that.

Yui: Whaーー!? 

Kino: Or do you prefer to eat moldy food? 

*Splatter* 

Kino: Go ahead, dig in? Enjoy this cupcake which I’ve just stepped on!

Yui: ( I can’t believe he’d do such a thing...This is too much... )

There’s no way I can eat that!

Kino: ...Then kiss me. I’ll forgive you if you do. 

Yui: Eh...? Where is that coming from all of a sudden...!? 

Kino: A single kiss and we can call it even. That’s a small price to pay, isn’t it?

Yui: ...Fine.

( It’s embarrassing, but I doubt I’ll be able to convince him no matter what I say... )

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: ( A quick peck...That’s all it is... )

*Smooch*

Kino: ーー You really are a failure, aren’t you? You call that a kiss? 

Yui: Eh...? 

*Thud* 

Kino: This is how you give someone a kiss. Nnhーー Hah...Phewーー ... 

Yui: Nn...?

( I can barely breathe...My head’s spinning...! ) 

Kino: Ahaha. I’m nowhere near done yet, so hang in there till I’m satisfied, okay? 

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) In Japanese, the expression literally means ‘a dove who got hit by a pea shooter’. 

[forever-rogue]

Obvious

Summary | It’s so obvious, isn’t it? Maybe not to Bucky. But you’re going to make his first Father’s Day something to remember.

Pairing | Bucky x Pregnant!Reader

Word Count | 2.8k

Warnings | slight language, pregnant!reader, references to sex

Masterlists | Bucky, Main

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

At first you were positive you’d eaten something off and were suffering from a mild case of food poisoning. With your luck, it wouldn’t have been the first time. But then it lasted for more than a few days...and then some more after that. After a couple of weeks of denying that it could be anything but a mild stomach bug, you came to the earth stopping conclusion that it was something different entirely. 

The signs were all there, and it wasn’t that you had been ignoring them but...you had been ignoring them. The idea that it could have possibly been anything but a stomach bug was terrifying. But there was only so much hiding you could do from Bucky before he came extremely concerned at the sight of you repeatedly hunched over the toilet. He insisted you go to the doctor and knowing him, if you didn’t comply, he’d throw you over his shoulder and take you himself. 

After a little white lie of saying you’d go right away, you’d sneaked off to the corner drug store in search of those dreaded pregnancy tests. Bucky was off doing whatever the hell it was he and Sam did half the time, so you had a few hours to yourself. You felt like a criminal as you bundled up in a hoodie of Bucky’s and looked around furtively as you grabbed one of each of the tests and took them to the counter to pay before practically running home. 

You felt so silly, so dumb as you had the six tests on the counter, while your phone slowly ticked down the time. All the signs were there - how could you have ignored them? The missed period - wait, was it two? You’d been so bad about tracking them, you honestly didn’t even know. The morning sickness, apparently not food poisoning, the extra sensitive breasts, the fatigue. It all seemed so obvious now. 

You sighed as your timer went off and looked at the various tests. 

They only confirmed what you had already accepted. Pregnant. 

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You felt like you were floating on air as you walked out of the doctor’s office with some of the grainiest photos you had ever seen. But the only thing that mattered was the small little bean that you could clearly make out in the middle of them. Your little bean - yours and Bucky’s. Your baby.

It’d been a week since you’d taken the tests and made your little discovery. After that it had become a little game of hiding it all from Bucky - you wanted to tell him and soon, but you wanted to surprise him at the perfect time. You knew he’d be over the moon about it all. You’d talked about children, and it had been decided, especially since you’d been together for a few years now, that if it happened it happened when it would happen. But you just knew he wanted this - and honestly, so did you. Despite the extreme nerves it had set upon you.

So, you decided to play a little game with Bucky to see if and when he finally realized you were pregnant. Hopefully it’d be before you were showing - he wasn’t that blind after all. But you were going to have fun with this.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Hey Buck,” you were sprawled on the couch, resting your head in his lap as the two of you watched a movie on Netflix. It had been a long day and there was nothing you wanted more than a quiet evening in - this was nothing short of pure bliss. He made a small sound of acknowledgment as he gently played with your hair, silently telling you to go on, “what do you think you’d want to name our baby? Boy or girl?”

Sure, it was anything but subtle, but the way you had been resting your hand on your belly wasn’t either. And he hadn’t caught onto that either. 

“Hmm, I’ve never really thought that much about it,” he mused as he looked down at you and offered you a soft smile. You grinned back at him as you grabbed his hand and pressed a gentle kiss to his knuckles, “I like...and don’t laugh at me - the idea of naming a son Steve. Maybe a daughter Rebecca or Sarah.”

“Bucky,” you could see that despite his seemingly disinterested attitude, he had actually given this a lot of thought. You knew they were so much more than just names,”those are lovely names. I think any one of those would be a lovely name for our baby.”

“Yeah?” he asked, almost timidly as you reached up and touched his cheek, running your fingers over his stubble as you nodded. He practically keened into your warm, gentle touch as his eyes closed, “I love you.”

“I love you too, bub,” you whispered as he pressed a kiss to the palm of your hand, “let’s get to bed, huh? It’s getting late and I’ve just been so incredibly tired lately.”

“Come on,” he slowly ushered you up and off his lap before standing and stretching. You couldn’t help but admire him as a rush of love overwhelmed you. You really loved him more than anything - well him and your small bean now. Bucky effortlessly leaned over and scooped you up in his arms, cradling you to his chest as he walked towards the bedroom, “you’re so beautiful.”

“You’re not bad yourself, Sarge,” you grinned as you rested your head against his shoulder, “but I almost feel like I’ve just got this...glow lately ya know?”

“You always do,” he promised with a kiss to the top of your head as you almost burst out laughing. So many not-so-subtle-hints and he still didn’t catch on. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Bub? You in the kitchen?” you called from the bedroom, knowing damn well he was there, finishing up a big weekend breakfast for the two of you. You tip-toed out of the bedroom, pulling on your - his - shirt to indulge in a lazy Sunday. 

“I’m in here, sweetheart,” he looked up and smiled softly as soon as you came into view. He still looked at you as though you had personally hung the stars and moon, like he was still in the process of falling in love with you every single day, “hi.”

“Hi,” you walked over to him and motioned behind, “can you do me a huge favor and get me a glass of water and my vitamins? I left them on the counter.”

“So demanding,” you both were aware of the fact that he’d never say no to you. You took a seat at the bar, hopping onto your stool as you swung your legs back and forth and waited for him to either realize what was going on, or make some sort of joke. But instead he hummed some tune under his breath as he set a glass of water in front of you and grabbed your vitamins. 

The man, this silly, lovely man, picked up the bottle of prenatal vitamins, opened them, and handed two of them to you before following up with your other supplements. Your mouth hung open as you looked at him in awe - you’d literally put it all in front of his nose and he still didn’t catch on. 

Goodness Gracious.

“There you are, pretty girl,” he leaned over and kissed you gently before turning back to the stove. You watched him with a dumbfounded expression but slowly  grabbed your water and vitamins and downed them, “anything you want do today?”

Alright. You were willing to push a little further and see if he finally caught on.

“There’s a new store that opened up downtown,” you said noncommittally, “they umm...have a lot of baby and kid stuff and I wanted to go ahead and check it out.”

“Sure thing,” nope. Apparently you were going to have to hit over the head with a two by four, “sounds good. We’ll go after breakfast?”

“Yeah,” you agreed, shaking your head in amusement, “sounds good to me too, bub.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It had been almost a month of dropping hint after hint, and they had been becoming increasingly less subtle. You were pretty sure that you could have just straight up told him you were pregnant at this point and he still wouldn’t have gotten it. 

But you had one last little idea - Father’s Day had come around and you were going to make sure his first father’s day was special. Maybe it was silly to celebrate when the baby wasn’t even born yet, but you didn’t care - you just wanted to finally tell him. 

The evening before Father’s Day, you’d let Bucky go to bed first, telling him you were just going to be a little longer, needing to finish up some work. He believed it hook, line, and sinker, and told you to join him soon. Once he was snoring soundly, asleep on his back with the gold and black vibranium arm splayed over your side of bed, you pulled out all the supplies you’d gotten. 

You made quick - and quiet - work of blowing up multicolored balloons and throwing some confetti around. You’d regret it later but the surprise would be worth it. Once you were satisfied, you grabbed the newest sonograms you’d gotten at the doctor the day before and tucked them into the envelope along with the card you’d picked out. After writing on the card, you sealed the envelope and on the front side simply wrote Happy Father’s Day. 

On the back, knowing how Bucky was, you scrolled one more little note. You left it all on the counter, along with the box of cupcakes you’d snagged from his favorite bakery, ready for him to discover in the morning. He’d be up before, and he’d have the little surprise to wake up to. 

Hopefully this time the message was loud and clear.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Bucky stifled a yawn as he slowly crawled out of the bed, stretching his stiff limbs. You were still all bundled up and lightly snoring with a little smile on your face. He reached down and gently brushed a lock of hair out of your face before pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

Slowly making his way down the hall, a confused expression crossed his features as he noticed the glittering confetti on the floor. How strange.

But as he walked into the living room and saw the ballrooms all over the place he was visibly confused. What on earth was going on? He picked one that was close to his foot up and played with it for a moment before lightly smacking it across the room. He perked up when he saw the colorful box on the counter, a clear giveaway that it was from his favorite place.

Shuffling across the room, he was ready to throw open the box and indulge in an early morning sweet treat when he was stopped by the card on top. He picked it up and instantly recognized your handwriting. Happy Father’s Day!

It must have been for your father...maybe this all was for him and your parents were coming over and he’d somehow managed to forget about it all. He would definitely hear about that later on from you. Shit. 

No...he surely would have remembered that. He was old but his memory was still sharp. He felt the envelope beneath his fingers, noting that it was slightly thicker than a normal card. Curious. He flipped it over and his heart almost stopped when he saw what you had written on the flap.

Yes. This is really for you, James.

James. That’s how you knew you were being serious. 

His heart felt like it was almost bursting out of his chest as he slowly slid a vibranium finger underneath the seal, careful to prevent any rips or tears. After what seemed like a millennia, he opened the thing and pulled out the card, along with the sheet of photos. 

Bucky’s mouth fell open and formed a small o as he looked as he read over your sweet message in the card. Once he studied the grainy photos and realized that holy shit, this was your baby - his baby. You were having a baby! He inhaled - a shaky broken little thing as he fought back a few tears. After all this time, he was getting something he thought would only be a dream. 

“Surprise,” you whispered so you wouldn’t completely scare him. You’d woken up a few moments after him, already missing his body and warmth as soon as he had left. You had tip-toed after him and watched him finally realize what you had been dropping hints about for almost a month. His reaction had been everything, priceless. 

“Sweetheart…” he looked between you and grainy photos in his hand, his blue eyes gentle and glossy as you walked over to him, “we’re having a baby?”

“Yeah, bub, we are,” you promised, feeling tears well up in your own eyes as you carded a hand through his soft hair, “I’ve been trying to tell you for like a month. But you, sir, do not pick up on anything. Baby names? Prenatals...the baby store? The continued morning sickness. For a moment I thought I’d have to have the baby before you realized what was going on. I wasn’t being subtle anymore.”

“Oh...oh,” he said as a dark pink blush crept into his cheeks, “okay now it all seems so clear. I guess I...man, I’m blind.”

“Yeah, old man,” you teased softly, “turns out that food poisoning was never food poisoning at all. It was morning sickness.”

“Shit,” he was incredulous, “a baby. I can’t believe it...how far along are you?”

“Almost twelve weeks at this point,” you laughed, “I was wondering if you’d realize before I started to show.”

His hands found your hips as he played with the hem of your sweater before slowly pushing it up. A warm, gentle touch found your belly as he leaned in and brushed his lips over yours, offering you the sweetest kiss, “thank you.”

“For what?” you eagerly accepted his kiss and offered him a few more. He couldn’t stop himself from pulling you into his body and holding you close to him. Soon it would be a very different type of closeness. 

“For you,” he whispered, “for this...us - our family. I...it’s just that I never thought I would be good enough for all of this.”

“Of course you are, Bucky,” you promised softly, reaching up and touching his cheek, “you are a good man. You are. I love you so much, more than anything in this world. You are worthy of this, you have always been worthy. I will gladly spend every day of my life showing you that if I have to.”

“I love you,” he pressed his forehead against yours, “I still can’t believe this is real.”

“I love you too,” you beamed, “now, how about you eat a cupcake and I’ll start breakfast. Then we can start telling everyone that you knocked me up!”

“It sounds so dirty when you put it like that - I like it. I’m sure we had fun doing it too,” he snorted as he opened the box of cupcakes, grinning when he saw that they too proclaimed Happy Father’s Day. 

“What makes you think that, old man?” you bumped his hips with yours as you opened the fridge to get the ingredients for some omelets.

“Because we always have fun.”

“Cheeky!”

“Well, it’s not like it’s a lie,” He grabbed one and took a bite before offering you a taste, but you shook your head, “no?”

“It’s not me,” you insisted, pointing at the tiny swell that was slowly becoming evident, “the bean doesn’t seem to like sweets very much. At least not right now.”

“More for me,” he grinned as he pumped his fist in victory, causing you to dramatically roll your eyes before laughing, “hopefully the bean will be nice soon and let you partake. Oh…”

“Oh?”

“We have so much to do,” reality suddenly hit as his eyes widened and you laughed, “we’ll have to set up the spare room as the nursery. Your doctor’s visits - I want to come of course, and then all the stuff we’ll need when the they come-”

“James,” you put a finger to his lips as you quietly shushed him, “relax, bub. Breathe - we have plenty of time. There’s no reason to panic...today we’ll be lazy and relax, tomorrow we can figure everything out. Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he visibly calmed down as you grounded him - just like you always did, “we’ll figure it out. We can do this.”

“Yeah, we can,” you agreed softly as he took your hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze before kissing it. Gods, you really loved him more than anything, “Happy Father’s Day, Bucky.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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[halstudandruz]

Ready When You Are

*Not my gif*

Pairing: Kelly Severide x Reader

Requested: Yes

Prompt: Based off Boden’s storyline from “Santa Bites” but with Kelly

Warnings: Swearing, childbirth

“You’re supposed to be on maternity leave.” Kim reminded you when she spotted you at your desk.

“I know, but I’m bored and I can do just as much paperwork he-ugh” your sentence got cut short as a hand shot to your stomach as though it would somehow ease the pain.

“You okay?” Kim immediately rushed to your side hand going to your shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah sorry just Braxton Hicks. They’re way more painful than the books make it sound.” You chuckled moving back to the papers on your desk.

“Are you sure that’s all it is?” She looked at you skeptically.

“Yeah, it’s been happening the last few days. At my appointment last week the doctor said to be expecting them.” You waved her off.

“Well either way I really think you should go home.” She insisted.

“Kim-“ you began to protest.

“No, [Y/N]. I’m serious. You’re supposed to be on bed rest to begin with anyway.” She continued.

“Modified bed rest.” You corrected, but sighed when she stood her ground, “Fine. I’ll go home, and continue to be bored out of my mind, but when you’re pregnant and are forced to stay home I don’t want to hear a word from you.” You complained gathering your stuff before you descended back down the stairs you had come up the previous hour. Driving around you decided to go visit your husband at work. Stopping at the nearest donut place on the way.

“Hey mama!” Sylvie greeted jumping up to hug you as you walked into the firehouse, Peter followed right behind hugging you tightly, or as tightly as he could with your 9-month belly resting between you two.

“I hear you’ve had a little bit of a rough week. So, I bring gifts.” You smiled handing Peter a little gift box full of donuts and cupcakes.

“Thank you. You did not have to do that. Aren’t you supposed to be at home anyway?” He smiled when you stuck a finger in front of his face.

“I don’t want to hear it from you too.” You scolded as he stuck his hands up in defeat.

“Ambulance 61 injuries from a fall 815 South Nebraska.” The speaker informed.

“Thank you again. If you ever get bored with Severide let me know.” Peter joked hugging you again before heading to the ambulance with Sylvie. You turned back to the guys remaining in the room as they looked between the box Peter had set on the counter and you.

“3 more dozen in the car.” You laughed holding your keys on your fingertip as they cheered each one kissing you on the cheek on the way out. Waddling your way into the bunk room you spotted Kelly in his office. Knocking on the door lightly before walking in. Turning to see it was you, a smile brightened on Kelly’s face jumping up to help you down onto his bed.

“What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be on bed rest.” He questioned.

“Technically, I am on a bed and I am resting.” You gestured to where you lay.

“You tried to go to work again didn’t you?” He crossed his arms looking down at you.

“Kel, I am so bored! Ughhh!” You groaned from the same pain you had felt before coming into the fire station.

“What’s wrong?” Kelly dropped to his knees as you breathed deeply.

“Nothing. It’s been happening all day.” You answered shakily. There’s no way they were real contractions. You still had another week and a half, “I’m good. You heard what the doctor said about Brax-” Your eyes widened as you heard a loud pop before feeling a gush of water cover Kelly’s bed seconds before another pain appeared in your abdomen. “Oh! Fuck. I’m starting to think those weren’t just Braxton Hicks.” You cried breathing through the pain again giving yourself a few minutes,

“It’s alright we have time we just have to-” He started but was cut off by your groaning from another contraction,

“Kelly she’s coming I don’t think we have time.” You panted watching panic take over his features,

“Oh god. Oh god. Can I have some help in here?” Kelly yelled helping you breathe as you squeezed his hand. Casey, Herrmann, and Cruz running in a few seconds later.

“She’s going into labor. Where are our paramedics?” Kelly questioned looking helplessly between the three men standing stunned behind you.

“They’re on a call.” You answered for them as they stuttered.

“Okay, where’s Dawson?” He asked looking at Matt.

“Went home sick.” He answered.

“Fuckkkkkk!” You cried feeling the pain return.

“Okay alright just breathe baby. Deep breaths.” He coached as Boden came running into the bunk room.

“What’s going on?” He asked.

“She’s in labor, Chief.” Kelly explained.

“Okay Squad let’s go, Casey round them all up!” Boden ordered coming in to help Kelly carrying you towards the truck. Kelly sat beside you holding your hand as he coached you through breathing contractions coming slim minutes apart now. Sirens loud throughout the truck when it came to a stop.

“Tony get us moving!” Kelly yelled to him.

“There’s nowhere to go, Lieutenant.” Tony informed looking ahead, unable to get through the traffic-filled bridge.

“Kel-Kelly she’s coming.” You cried, begging for this to go down any other way, but you were sure now you weren’t making it to the hospital.

“Alright come on lay her down.” Boden ordered helping Kelly and Newhouse guide you to the floor of the truck.

“No offense Chief but could you.” Kelly gestured to the top of your head. Boden chuckled switching Kelly positions.

“Oh my god, Kelly, no please. I can’t do this.” You shook your head panicking.

“Hey, baby. Look at me. Yes, you can. I’m right here. I know what I’m doing I promise.” He reassured you, covering the bottom half of your body with his coat, Boden and Newhouse behind you propping you up. “What better way to bring Elizabeth into the world than in a CFD squad truck?” He winked, lifting up his coat to see. “Just take a deep breath for me, baby. I can see her head, alright? She’s right there. But I’m going to need you to push for me alright? You got this baby. On 3.” He instructed the men counting out for you as you screamed in pain. “Alright take a second. Just a couple more.”

“Kelly it hurts so bad.” You squeezed tighter on Newhouse’s hand.

“I know, just one more for me baby. One more. Ready when you are.” Nodding you took a deep breath before everyone screamed “push” around you, the pressure disappearing right before you heard a cry relief washing over you at the sound. “There’s my girl. She’s so perfect baby.” Severide smiled wide, tears brimming the corner of his eyes as he wrapped her in his bunker jacket before handing her to you. “You did so good I’m so proud of you.” He kissed your head while everyone around peaked down to the bundle into your arms.

[worksby-d]

Soooooo my birthday is in a week and I was hoping you might write me some birthday smut? I honestly don’t care about the plot. Just either Andy, Chris, or Steve please! Haha

happy birthday friend!! i hope i didn't miss it i hope you have a fantastic day! you deserve it <3

pairing: andy barber x reader

summary: andy visits you at work on your birthday 🎈

warnings: semi (?) public sex, some thigh riding, fingering, unprotected sex, 18+

word count: ~1400

~~~

Hearing your office phone ring for what feels like the hundredth time today, you lean your head back, letting out a long breath before answering.

“Tell them I died,” you joke to the woman on the other end who’s transferred calls to you all morning. “Who could possibly need me now?”

“No one,” she laughs. “For right now anyway,” she adds, and you roll your eyes knowing you just got lucky for the time being. “There was a package dropped off for you. Should I send someone up with it?”

You furrow your brow, not aware of anything that'd be delivered to you at work. “Uh, yeah, go ahead. Send it up.”

You don't have time to dwell on it, getting back to what you were working on before getting interrupted. When your door starts to open slowly though, you light up seeing Andy’s head pop in the room.

Immediately pushing away from your desk so you can get out of your chair, you practically do a little jog to greet him at the door, pulling it all the way open for him to come in. “Oh gees,” you chuckle, watching as he pulls a bouquet of balloons in with him and has a box of cupcakes in his other hand.

“Happy birthday,” he smiles, putting the cupcakes down and letting the balloons go before enveloping you in his arms.

“Thank you,” you mumble against his chest. “What are you doing here?”

“Had to see the birthday girl,” he answers. “You left this morning before I could even say good morning.”

Pulling away enough just so you can look at him, you bring your hands up to rest on the back of his neck. “I came in early so I can hopefully get out of here early.”

“Well,” he pauses to give you a quick kiss. “I didn't get the chance to give you your first gift.”

“Which would have been…” You smirk, but gasp quietly feeling his hands come to your hips, pulling you as close to him as he can.

“Let me show you,” he whispers, pressing his lips to yours again.

Dropping your hands from the back of his neck to around his waist, you’re able to reach behind him to lock the door, and you feel him smile against your lips hearing you do so.

Without breaking away from you, he guides you to take a couple steps backward, until the backs of your thighs hit your desk. His hands fall to the hem of your skirt so he can hike it up around your waist, giving him room to slot his thigh between your legs.

Making out with him alone has you desperate for anything he gives you, so it’s an instant reaction to begin subtly grinding against his thigh. You're not subtle enough for him not to notice though. Letting your head fall back, you let out a jagged sigh when he pulls you down harder against his leg.

“Don't have time to be subtle,” he mumbles, lips on your neck now.

Continuing to move against his thigh, you drop your face to the crook of his neck, muffling any sounds you're making, while he whispers praises in your ear.

“Such a good girl, bet those panties are already a mess,” he teases, easing his grip on your thigh to slip his hand into your panties. “Mm mhm,” he groans. “I was right.”

He moves his leg back, carefully pushing his foot against yours to get you to spread your legs a little further, making room for his hand. His fingers spread you open, teasing at your entrance before he brings them up to swirl around your now-throbbing clit.

He chuckles when your hips involuntary jerk against his hand. “I know sweetheart,” he coos, pressing his fingers harder against your clit, rubbing tight circles around it.

Just before he thrusts his fingers in you, you lift your head to capture his lips with yours, whimpering into his mouth as you feel his fingers stretch you.

He breaks the kiss with a sigh when your hands come between your bodies, working to undo his belt and his pants. Pulling them down enough for his cock to spring out, you wrap your hand around him, brushing your thumb over the tip spreading the precum.

“Shit Andy,” you choke out, feeling yourself approaching your peak.

“I can feel you’re close,” he breathes, pushing his fingers into you harder, making sure his palm brushes against your clit. “Let go angel, cum for me.”

The hand you're using to stroke his length halts, and he quickly puts his lips on yours, swallowing the broken moans accompanying your climax.

The way your legs tremble has you thankful for his arm around you holding you up. You let go of him as he works you through your high and put your head back in his shoulder.

Eventually pulling his fingers out of you and removing his hand, you lift your head, donning a blissful smile. “We haven't done this in a long time,” you joke, still kind of breathless, referring to having sex in an office.

“It’s a special occasion,” he winks, giving you a peck on the lips. “Now turn around.”

You almost whimper at the sudden darkness of his tone, but quickly obey, turning to face your desk while he stays behind you.

He forcefully, but gently, bends you over the desk, keeping one hand on your neck, the other pushing your skirt up the rest of the way around your hips.

His fingertips run along the lace pattern on the lingerie you're wearing, and you smirk. “It was for later,” you speak up, talking about the new set you're wearing. “So don't ruin them.”

“I’ll be gentle,” he says, pulling them aside, exposing your wet pussy. “For now.”

His low voice sends shivers down your spine, and the feeling’s intensified when he takes his cock in his hand, teasing your slit with just the head.

“Please,” you beg quietly, hands squeezing into fists, not knowing how else to deal with your pent-up desperation.

He snaps his hips forward in response, a silent moan escaping your lips at the sudden feeling of being full of him.

“There you go, good,” he praises, beginning slow thrusts in and out of you. “My pretty girl remembering to be quiet.”

You just nod against the cool wood of the desk, clenching your eyes shut in pleasure as he maintains a steady rhythm with his hips pounding into you. The noises filling the room are obscene – skin slapping against skin, the squelching of your cunt.

Feeling your walls begin to contract around his cock, he slips his hand under you, pressing his fingers against your clit once again, rubbing fast circles against it.

“Fuck,” you whine. “I'm gonna cum.”

“I know. Come on,” he encourages, his breathing becoming just as heavy as yours. “Cum on my cock, sweet girl. Wanna feel you.”

With a particularly rough snap of his hips, you hit your peak, having to cover your mouth with your hand as waves of pleasure course through your body, white-hot heat spreading across your skin.

“Shit,” you hear him growl. “Squeezing my cock so tight, gonna-” His own low groan cuts him off as he reaches his own high, his hips stilling, his warm release filling you as his cock twitches and pulses inside you.

As you both work to steady your breathing, he relaxes the grip he has on your neck, moving his hand to stroke your back soothingly.

You whimper as he slowly pulls out of you, your panties sliding back into place, catching his cum that drips out of you. He tucks himself back into his pants quickly before helping you stand up, pulling you against his chest, rubbing your back gently.

“Too bad I missed that this morning,” you break the silence, finally trusting your voice enough to talk.

“Well, there's plenty more where that came from,” he assures, putting his hand on your neck to urge you to look at him. He dips his head to give you a soft, lingering kiss that you can't help but smile into. “Happy birthday.”

~~~

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[tchallasbabymama]

All For Us Chapter 5

Hey y’all, hope you enjoy the chapter a day early! Check out my masterlist to catch up on this story or read my other ones. And, as always, reblogs and comments are more than welcome 🥰

Word Count: 5,471

CW: Mention of self-harm

Erik fidgeted in his chair as he waited for his family to walk through the door. He had seen each of them individually at least once, Shuri being the only one who never came back, but something about seeing them all together had him on edge. His right leg couldn’t stop bouncing, and he tapped his fingers on the arm of his chair impatiently. 

“Don’t worry, the Udakus are never on time,” Naomi reassured him as he looked to the clock for the second time in the last minute. Their appointment started five minutes ago.

“They run on CP time, huh?” he joked, trying to distract himself from his nerves. 

“CP time?”

“Colored people time...the name’s dated as hell, but basically Black people ain’t ever on time.”

“That is true of Wakanda as well,” she laughed. “Time is more of a suggestion here.”

“I can fuck with it,” he chuckled but was cut short by the thumping in his chest as the door opened, and T’Challa walked in, holding the door for the rest of the family.

“Your highnesses,” Naomi saluted them. “Please, come in and make yourselves comfortable.”

Naomi had arranged the chairs in her office so that the six of them sat in a circle. Mira sat between Erik and Ramonda, and Shuri chose the seat closest to Naomi. T’Challa sat between his mother and sister and threw a smile Erik’s way.

“Thank you all for coming here today. It is imperative that Erik has a healthy support system when he leaves here, and I just wanted to make sure we are all on the same page. I know you have each met with him individually, but I figured it wouldn’t hurt to get it all out there and move forward as a unit. Now, I know we all want what’s best for Erik-”

Shuri scoffed, and Naomi turned to her.

“Princess, I heard you still have some reservations about him. Why?”

“He killed my brother,” she seethed.

“Shuri, I am right here,” T’Challa said, exasperated at her unwillingness to see past her anger.

“By the grace of Bast!”

“Shuri,” Ramonda chided.

“Queen Mother, if you don’t mind, I think this is a conversation that needs to happen between these two.”

Ramonda nodded and gestured for Shuri to continue.

“You’re only here because Nakia snatched a heart-shaped herb before he burnt the rest of them to the ground. It’s taken this long for them to even start growing again. All he does is destroy, and I don’t want him here. It’s bad enough you made me heal him, but now I have to look at him every day and pretend to like him, too?”

“You don’t have to like him, Shuri, but he is family-”

“That didn’t mean anything when he threw you over the falls or when he almost killed me, so why should it matter now?”

“Because I’m not that same person anymore,” Erik jumped in.

“Oh, sure. You’re just magically better all of a sudden,” she rolled her eyes and turned back to her brother. “How am I supposed to sleep at night knowing he’s in the palace?”

“Princess Shuri, Erik has been working very hard to overcome his anger and his past traumas. So much so that I see no need to extend his stay past what we originally agreed on.”

“Wait, really?” Erik’s face brightened, and he turned in his seat to look at Naomi.

“Yes. You have shown remarkable improvement, Erik.”

“You mean he can come home soon?” Queen Mother asked, prompting Erik and Shuri to feel very different ways about her use of the word “home.” Erik missed having one, and Shuri hated having him in hers.

“Yes, ma’am, he’ll be out of here in two weeks.”

Mira couldn’t contain her smile as she reached for his hand. They locked eyes, and yet again, the look in his eyes needed no words. They were glassy as they swelled with tears, and a couple fell while Naomi handed him the tissue box.

“What’s wrong, dear?” Ramonda asked.

“My bad,” he sniffled as he dried his tears. “I just really want to see Cupcake.”

“She wants to see you, too. I told her you were sick and had to get better before she could, but she’s been asking me about you damn near every second.”

“And me, as well. She is excited to meet you, cousin,” T’Challa chimed in. “‘Do you think daddy will like this?’, ‘When is he coming home?’, ‘Is daddy still sick?’, ‘Can you tell daddy I love him?’”

“Or my personal favorite, ‘Can we bring some to daddy?’ after dinner last night,” Ramonda added.

“She’s still a daddy’s girl, through and through,” Mira said with a sarcastic eye-roll, making Naomi chuckle.

“Yes, mine is the same way. It is quite frustrating,” she joked. “Now, I think it would be beneficial for us to go around the room and get it all out on the table. Princess Shuri already went, unless you have more to say…”

“No.”

“Ok, then King T’Challa, how about you go next?”

He nodded and looked to his cousin.

“I do not think I have said this to you yet, but I am genuinely sorry, Erik-”

“Stop, you didn’t do anything.”

“I know, but I needed to say it. I am also sorry I disobeyed your wishes; that was something I should not have done.”

“I’ll say,” Shuri mumbled under her breath.

“But I am glad that I did. Otherwise, we would not get to see this other side of you.”

“Thanks, man. I was in a bad place, obviously, and, uh...I don’t know, I just felt like a failure...I felt like I had nothing to live for anymore...my pride was hurt.”

Mira slowly pulled her hand back and placed it in her lap, and Erik could feel the tension brewing beneath the surface.

“Anything else, my king?”

“Just that I hope we can move past all of this and build a relationship. You are my cousin, and I am determined to love you whether you want me to or not.”

Erik and Mira both smirked at the king. They were thankful for the kindhearted man and his insistence on cleaning up the bad blood in his family. 

“Queen Mother, do you have anything you would like to share?”

“Yes, actually,” she reached into her bag and pulled out something that had been gift-wrapped. She handed it to Erik, and he looked at her in confusion. “Go ahead, open it.”

Everyone looked on with intrigue as he ripped at the paper, revealing a gold picture frame. Erik flipped the frame over and a lump formed in his throat.

“This is from a gala for the Pan African Council in 1991. It was one of the two times I met him.”

Drops of water splashed on the picture of N’Jobu, and Erik looked up for a leak in the ceiling before he realized the tears were flowing from his eyes. He grabbed another tissue and passed the box around when he realized the others were getting misty-eyed as well. Even Shuri. 

“I, uh...I don’t know what to say...thank you, Auntie,” he croaked as he got up and pulled her into a hug. Mira took the opportunity to take a look at the picture. They had the same look in their eyes, but feature-wise, Erik had to have taken after his mother. There was no doubt about it though, those deep brown puppy dog Udaku eyes were front and center.

Erik sat down, and she handed the photo back to him.

“May I see?” T’Challa asked, and Erik passed it to him, watching as Shuri took a look over his shoulder to see it too. Her face softened a little more, and Erik could swear she saw a hint of sadness there. He passed it back, and Erik simply stared at the photo, fingers lightly caressing the fame.

“Alright, lastly, we have Mira. Anything to add?”

“Not really,” she shook her head.

“Well, then may I ask you a question?”

“Yeah, go ahead.”

“Earlier, you seemed upset when Erik mentioned not having anything to live for. Care to expand on that?”

“Not really.”

“Mira...you know I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Then how did you mean it, Erik? You said you have nothing to live for, yet your daughter and I were sitting at home waiting for you.”

“I wasn’t in my right mind, Mira. All that mattered was the mission. I lost myself to it. Actually, I lost myself a long time ago, but at the time, nothing could’ve pulled me back...not even you or Imani.”

“What if it happens again. Not for this, but for something else? What if you start working again and go back to your old ways? What then?”

“I won’t.”

“How am I supposed to trust that, Erik?”

“Mira, I’d like to jump in if you don’t mind.”

Mira shook her head and gestured for Naomi to continue.

“I understand your hesitance, but I assure you, I have the utmost faith that Erik has changed. His behaviors were tied to his trauma, and we have been able to work through his feelings of grief, anger, guilt, and self-loathing.”

“Self-loathing?” Queen Mother asked.

“Erik, would you care to…”

“Yeah, sure,” he cleared his throat. “I, uh, sort of hated myself for a long time. Everybody I loved died, and I had some sort of...what did you call it?”

“Survivor’s remorse.”

“Yeah, survivor’s remorse. I felt guilty for not dying.”

Mira looked up at him and her eyebrows furrowed as she tried to keep the tears at bay.

“Then I felt guilty for all the shit I did to survive, and how violent I became...then the self-hate kicked in when I realized how good I was at it.” His fingers ran over the scars on his forearm, and he took a deep breath. “These aren’t trophies. They’re my sins.”

The room fell silent.

“How many?” Shuri asked tentatively.

“You don’t wanna know.”

“I do,” Mira chimed in. “I’ve tried counting them, but you’re such a light sleeper it’s impossible. I can guess though...I got to five hundred once before you woke up one morning.”

“I don’t want you to look at me differently-”

“Erik, you don’t have to tell us if you don’t want to, but nobody here will look at you any differently if you do. Right?”

Everyone agreed, even Shuri. 

Erik took a deep breath and hung his head before speaking, “Three thousand and nine scars...three thousand and nine people are dead because of me.”

“You’re not that person anymore, Erik,” Naomi reminded him.

“Yeah, but what if I am?”

“You’re not,” Mira reached for his hand again.

“How do you know?”

“Cousin, I can guarantee you that even in the short time we have known each other, you have changed.”

“Erik, you should trust yourself more. You’ve been given the tools you need; you just have to use them.”

He nodded slowly, taking in Naomi’s wise words.

“It also helps if you’re surrounded by people who love and support you.” She turned to Shuri, “Princess, let us work through your feelings.”

“I already said what I needed to say. I don’t trust him...but I’m not saying it’ll be like that forever. Just for now, I still don’t.”

“And why is that?”

“Have you ever had someone try to kill you?”

“No, I can’t say that I have.”

“You never forget the look in their eyes.”

“I understand you, sister. It is not an easy thing to get past...however, it is possible. Look at him now. Do you see those same eyes?”

Erik looked at Shuri, and her stone face softened a little but still stayed pretty wooden.

“No.”

“Look, I get it...I’m your T’Chaka, but I don’t wanna be that person anymore. Not to Mira, not to Imani, not to y’all-”

“Don’t forget yourself. You’re doing this for you, too,” Mira chimed in, and Erik nodded.

“We are still working on self-love, but I feel that the next two weeks will be fruitful,” Naomi said, closing her notebook. “Is there anything else you all need to get off your chests?”

“I have one more thing,” Mira said as she sat up in her chair and turned her body to face Erik.

“I never told you what happened after you left,” she said, trying to keep it together. “I, um...I got depressed again, like when Imani was born. It wasn’t pretty, but I made sure she was good. I couldn’t eat. All I wanted to do was sleep. It got so bad I had to quit my job and go live with Stefan and Havana. I know that’s what you suggested in the first place, but I thought I could handle it on my own. I’m basically a stay-at-home mom now; I take care of the kids while Stef and Ana are at work...cooking and cleaning, and all that jazz. I never thought I would like that life, but it’s nice, and it’s a good way to repay them for letting us stay there. You wouldn’t believe how big SJ is now, and they have a new baby Daveed...things are different now, but it’s nice.”

“Have you...are you seeing anybody?”

“No, but I tried dating...didn’t work out.”

Erik tried and failed to hide the smirk on his face.

“I can’t say I’m sorry about that, but I am sorry about what I put you through, Mira. I shouldn’t have left you two.”

“I know you know that now; I just wish you knew it then.”

He pulled her hand to his lips for a kiss, and she let him.

“Are we still separated?”

Both Ramonda and T’Challa’s eyebrows raised. Neither of them was aware that the two had been having marital problems. T’Challa never even thought to ask.

“Erik, I need to tell you something…”

His breath hitched in his throat.

“I’m not saying it’s what I want now...but I was going to serve you with divorce papers. I had them drawn up and everything. They just needed your signature, but I couldn’t bring myself to give them to you. I was going to give them to you when you came back...if you came back.”

“And now?”

“Now...I don’t know, Erik. I think I have to get to know this new you to decide.”

“That’s fair.” He said to the ground before lifting his head and looking Mira in her eyes. “I’m gonna make you want to marry me all over again, though. Watch.”

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“If you don’t sit still, you’re going just like this,” Mira fussed as she tried to braid Imani’s hair. 

“No, I’ll stop!” Imani tried her best not to move, but the pillow she was sitting on was starting to get uncomfortable, and she was getting antsy. Every second that passed brought her one step closer to meeting her daddy, and she couldn’t wait. All she had to do was get through the school day. 

Mira smirked and tilted Imani’s head to the side to start on the last braid right as Shuri walked into the living room and plopped in the chair across from them. 

“Rough night?”

“Couldn’t sleep.”

Over the past two weeks, Shuri had been slowly opening up to the idea of Erik living in the palace, but when she closed her eyes at night, she just kept seeing him lurking over her bed, ready to strike. 

“Something on your mind?” Mira asked through gritted teeth that held a tiny black rubber band.

“No, just...apprehensive.”

“About Erik?” Mira mouthed to her so Imani couldn’t hear. Shuri nodded and sunk deeper into the chair with a sigh. Mira finished up Imani’s last braid and put a couple of beads on the end before kissing the top of her head. “Ok, you’re done. Can you go get dressed?”

“Ok, mommy!” Imani took off, but before Mira could tell her to slow down, T’Challa came around the corner and scooped her up, planting a kiss on her cheek. Imani’s giggles erupted throughout the expansive living area and forced Shuri to crack a smile.

“Why are you running in my palace?” he playfully chastised her.

“I’m happy I get to meet my daddy. If I put my school clothes on fast, it’ll happen faster!”

“Well, let’s make it even faster then!” T’Challa took off with her down the hall, leaving Shuri and Mira in the living room laughing at his shenanigans.

“When is he gonna have one of his own?”

Shuri’s eyes rolled all the way to the back of her head. “As soon as he stops chasing after a woman who wants to live on the other side of the planet.”

“Nakia still giving him the runaround?”

“Girl, you don’t know the half of it,” Shuri complained. “Maybe you or Erik can talk some sense into him.”

“Maybe...you seem to be warming up to the idea of him lately. How are you feeling?”

Shuri sighed and sat forward in her chair, resting her elbows on her thighs. “I won’t lie and say I’m thrilled, but I understand him better now, and I trust my brother’s judgment. And mama’s. And yours...I want him to be in Imani’s life, but it is just hard to forget his face in that moment, you know?”

Mira nodded, “I don’t, but I do.”

“Maybe seeing him in a new light with you and Imani will help,” Shuri shrugged.

“I hope so.”

“Me, too.” 

Just then, T’Challa re-entered the room, “The princess is having trouble deciding which outfit to wear.”

“That’s my queue,” Mira got up from the couch and washed off her greasy hands before strolling down the hallway to help out her little fashionista. She and T’Challa had already laid out three outfit choices, so it just came down to which one she thought her daddy would like best.

“I want to look nice to meet him, but I don’t know which one looks better.”

“Can I give a suggestion?”

“Mhm,” Imani nodded with her brows creased as she thought really hard over which outfit to pick.

“How about the gold sandals from Lala with this two-piece? Yellow looks good on you, and the sandals match your backpack. You’ll look like a little ray of sunshine.”

“Hmmm...Ok!”

“Glad I could help,” Mira chuckled.

“I’ll wear my yellow outfit if you wear your blue one just like it.”

“It’s a deal,” Mira threw over her shoulder as she left the room to go change. When she entered the living room, her cousins and Auntie all smiled at the two of them. Imani’s yellow Ankara print tube top and harem pants matched perfectly with Mira’s blue ones. The only difference was Mira had on some crisp white sneakers and big gold Fulani earrings. 

Mira walked Imani to school the same way she did every day, but this time her head was in the clouds. Even Imani was quiet on the way, the butterflies in both of their stomachs working overtime. When they reached the classroom, Imani turned to her mom, looking at her face that surprised Mira.

“What’s wrong, baby?” She crouched down to her level.

“What if daddy doesn’t like me?” she poked her lip out, and Mira knew she had to act fast before it started quivering, and the tears started falling.

“Like you? He loves you more than anything in this world!” she said excitedly while tickling Imani’s ribs and making her laugh. “He loves you just as much as I do, baby girl.”

“He does?”

“Of course, you’re his Cupcake.”

“Cupcake?”

“Mhm, that’s what he used to call you because you’re so sweet.” Mira pretended to gobble up Imani’s fingers, making her giggles chase away any doubts she had about her father. “Now, you  ready for school?”

“Yes, ma’am,” she said excitedly.

“Alright, I’ll see you at 2. Be good.” Mira kissed Imani’s cheek and stood back up to her full height.

“I will, mommy. Sala kakuhle!” she waved goodbye and ran to go play with her friends while Mira sent the teacher a smile before heading back to the palace. 

When Mira was nervous, she liked to busy her hands with something, so she took some time to anxiously clean and organize her already clean quarters. She would have to sit in on another council meeting shortly, and although she wasn’t looking forward to having all that attention on her again, she was determined to go in there with her head held high.

Just as she started scrubbing the sink, her alarm went off telling her it was time for the meeting. She washed her hands and squeezed lemon juice on them to get rid of the bleach smell before leaving her quarters and traveling to the business side of the palace. When Mira entered the throne room, she slid into the empty seat between Ramonda and Shuri just as T’Challa started speaking.

“As you all know, Erik will be discharged from Ithemba Center today at noon, and we have the press conference scheduled at five. He has already been briefed on it, and while he is still apprehensive about addressing the nation, I have worked with him over the last week and it seems as though he will be fine. Any questions regarding the press conference?” The council members shook their heads and T’Challa continued, “Now, I have spoken to each of you about his community service, and have finally decided on the order. I would like him to start with the Jabari as a member of their fire and rescue team, then transfer to mining vibranium before moving to border patrols. Then he will work at the River tribe’s animal sanctuary, and he’ll end his service by working as janitorial staff in the market. The order is subject to change if necessary.”

“My king, are we sure we can trust him in the Mining and Border provinces?” Tendayi, the River tribe elder spoke out, making Dama and W’Dani nod along.

“Yes, I have faith in him. Any other questions?”

Mira tentatively raised her hand, not sure if she was allowed to talk or not. T’Challa nodded her way, and she cleared her throat before speaking, “I was wondering if we could move with him? He’s been away from Imani so long and once he comes back, I don’t want to disrupt her life any more than it’s already been disrupted.”

“That is understandable. Housing for the three of you will be provided in each province.”

“Thank you,” she turned to the elders, “and I don’t want to be a freeloader, so if there’s anywhere I can help out just let me know.”

“Mira, of course you and Imani are welcome to stay with us, but if you really want something to do we can find a job for you, too.” Ife stated as the other council members nodded along in agreement. 

“I’d like that. I need something to do,” she chuckled. “Thank you.”

“We will work something out,” Dama winked her way.

“We will miss the two of you around the palace, but I think that is a great idea. You will be provided with transportation to get Imani to school.”

“Thank you,” Mira smiled.

“You are welcome. Now, is there anything else?” T’Challa was met with silence as he checked the time on his beads and looked back at Mira. “Good, it is about time we go bring him home.”

Mira’s heart thumped in her chest as she nodded.

“Meeting adjourned.”

The council members filed out of the room, sending well-wishes to Mira as they went. 

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Erik happily signed his discharge paperwork, but his internal celebration was cut short by a knock at his door. He half expected it to be Mira, but he looked up and saw Naomi in his doorway. 

“How are you feeling today?”

“Excited and nervous.”

“I bet,” she chuckled. “Remember what we talked about, and you will be fine.”

Erik nodded and took a deep breath.

“Ready to go? I will walk you out.”

“Yeah, let’s go.” Erik took a deep breath and they walked through the facility in silence before they reached the lobby. There stood T’Challa and Mira with huge smiles on their faces that infected Erik as soon as he saw them. Mira pulled him into a hug and held him tight as she rocked him from side to side.

“I’m so proud of you, Erik.”

“As am I, cousin.”

Mira let Erik go and he dapped T’Challa up, pulling him into a hug next.

“Thanks. Both of you...I couldn’t have done all this without you.”

Mira wiped a stray tear from her eye and looped her arm around his. “Let’s go home.”

“Home, huh? I like the sound of that,” he mused.

The three of them made their way back to the palace where they were greeted by a tearful Ramonda and a still apprehensive Shuri. She sent him a small smile, though, and that was enough for him. The family sat around the kitchen table talking and laughing as if it had always been that way, and Erik found their familiarity to be a comfort he hadn’t felt in a long time. Ramonda constantly pushed food in Erik’s direction, and even though he had a late breakfast he just couldn’t say no. He stuffed his face full of eggah and freshly squeezed mango juice until he had his fill and sat back in his chair with his hands resting on his full stomach.

“I’m ready for a nap. Where am I staying?”

“This week you will be in the palace, as well as during your time working for the Merchant tribe-”

“You’re gonna hate it…” Mira sang under her breath with a wry laugh, making T’Challa smirk.

“But, other than that, you will be staying with the various tribes during your volunteer time.”

“What exactly am I supposed to be doing?” he sent a suspicious look Mira’s way.

“We can discuss that later. For now, let us get you settled in.”

Erik nodded and followed behind Mira and T’Challa as they walked through the winding palace hallways. They took him to his living quarters, and he was pleasantly surprised to see that he would still be living with Mira and Imani.

“I didn’t know if you’d want me with you or not.”

“Oh, you’re sleeping in the guest room...but I wanted you close for Imani.”

“Fair enough,” Erik nodded and walked around the space, checking it out.

“I will leave you two alone to get settled in,” T’Challa turned and left the space.

Mira looked at her beads. “You might want to go ahead and get ready, we’ll be leaving in thirty minutes.

“Leaving?”

“Mhm, we have to pick up Imani from school.”

“W-we do?”

“Yeah...are you ok?”

“Nah. What if she doesn’t like me?”

Mira bursted out laughing and caught him off-guard. “She asked me the same thing this morning.”

Erik just smiled and shook his head. He had nothing to worry about.

“Just like her daddy, huh?”

“Just like him,” she smiled back.

“I guess I should get ready, then. I want to make a good first impression.”

“Erik, you’ll be fine…I promise. She already loves you.”

He stood and kissed her forehead before turning and walking towards the bathroom, pulling his shirt over his head. Mira tried to avert her eyes, but his rippling back muscles called to her. Her face felt hot, and she bolted out of the room, hoping he didn’t notice how flustered he made her.

He did.

A little while later, Erik emerged from the bathroom very well moisturized and followed by a cloud of steam. He stood there for a few minutes in his towel, staring at the clothes in his huge closet, not knowing what to put on his body.

“Mira!” he called to her in the other room. She playfully rolled her eyes and headed his way, already knowing what he wanted. Like father, like daughter.

“You rang?” she stood in the doorway with her arms crossed over her chest, trying like hell to keep her eyes above his collarbone. 

“I don’t know what to wear.”

“Wakandan or American?”

“Uh, American, I guess.”

“Do you want to match Imani?”

His face lit up, and she took it for a yes, pulling out a pastel yellow t-shirt and a pair of jeans with matching sneakers. 

“This outfit with gold accessories.”

“Thanks,” he grinned at her, and Mira tried not to get lost in his dimples. She was failing miserably, so she left him to his own devices. She missed the satisfied smirk on his face.

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Erik could feel the eyes on him as he walked through the city with Mira and T’Challa. Some were cold, but most were simply confused by his presence. 

“Ignore them,” Mira whispered up to him, and he nodded, taking a deep breath. He wasn’t going to let anything ruin this moment. 

They arrived at the elementary school and Mira went in to get Imani while the two men waited outside. As soon as Imani saw her mother, she jumped down and ran over to her.

“Hey baby girl, how was your day?”

“Good! I made a new friend,” she said proudly.

“You did? I’ll have to meet them sometime soon. Right now we have to go see daddy,” Mira’s eyes flashed with mischief and Imani’s joy radiated throughout the room. “Ready?”

Imani was so happy she could barely speak, so she just nodded her head. Mira waved goodbye to the teacher, and the two of them traveled back down the hallway hand in hand.

Erik’s fingers tapped his thigh in rapid succession and he chewed on his bottom lip.

“I can hear you overthinking, cousin.”

Erik started pacing back and forth and was about to open his mouth to say something when the doors to the school swished open. T’Challa held his hand up and started recording with his beads.

“Daddy!” Imani saw Erik and dropped her backpack as she ran to him. For a moment, he was frozen in time, but as she got closer he snapped out of it and crouched down for her to run into his arms.

“Hey, Cupcake,” his voice cracked as he held her tight. Her little arms wrapped around his neck like she never wanted to let him go, and he couldn’t help the tears that streamed from his eyes. Mira and T’Challa tried their best to hold it together, but neither could blink the tears away.

“What’s wrong?” Imani heard him sniffle and pulled back to look at his face.

“Nothing, baby, I’m just happy to see you.” He closed his eyes and said a silent prayer to Bast to thank her for letting him live another day to see his daughter once more.

The four of them walked back to the palace with Imani talking Erik’s ear off the whole way as he carried her on his hip. The first thing she did when they got there was to show him her dolls, all of which were fully decked out in the most beautiful doll-sized finery T’Challa could get his hands on. Erik took in the sparkly purple walls and the finger paints by an easel in the corner of the room. Her canopy bed was the main attraction, though, and made her feel the princess she was.

“Damn, T did all this?” Erik asked as Mira entered the room behind him.

“Yep,” she laughed. “He’d do anything for that little girl.”

“Remind me to thank him later…” he trailed off as his eyes caught sight of an enormous, stuffed jaguar by the window seat. A goofy smile took over his face, and Mira couldn’t help but swoon. Over the past few weeks of her getting to see Erik at Ithemba, she could tell his spirit was lighter. However, it wasn’t until the three of them were sitting in Imani’s room playing with her dolls that she thought Erik actually looked happy. And not just happy, but happier than she had ever seen him. His smiles actually reached his eyes for the first time since before he left for Wakanda, and she loved to watch the two of them interact with each other. Erik was a gentle giant when it came to his baby girl, and all his fierceness flew out the window when Imani started popping butterfly clips in his locs. 

Erik noticed Mira was lost in her thoughts, so he reached over and grabbed her hand. He squeezed it and looked into her eyes, once again conveying his soul with a single look. 

He was home for good this time. Next Chapter

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Jumin Han’s Bad End 2 DLC - Notes / Opinion

Y’all know me. I have to take notes for everything I play or read or watch. I can’t help it. Here we have Jumin Han’s Bad End 2 DLC. The infamous bad end. The red shoes bad end. The “kinky” bad end, to some. Not my favorite bad end, but a memorable one. With that said, let’s dive in! Spoilers ahead!

Episode 1

This DLC has multiple endings! Interesting. Depending on how I answer will determine which end I get. This has me thinking there may be a way to get Jumin back onto a healthier relationship track? I will eventually aim to achieve both endings, though.

Jumin’s hand is fucking HUGE. MASSIVE. WHAT ARE THEY FEEDING HIM? Please hold while I scream at Kristan (jalaqueeno) about this. Holy shit.

It’s been one month since Jumin went to work. One whole month! Mr. Jumin Workaholic Han hasn’t gone to work in ONE MONTH! This man has made it his sole mission to keep you locked up & stay with you. Dude, like… why are you so obsessed with me~?

MANSION? They’re not in the penthouse anymore? I mean… there are worse cages to be kept in.

I am absolutely playing the answers that subtly suggest I am not ok with this new forced live-in situation.

HE’S TRACKING HOW MANY STEPS I’VE TAKEN. Wait until this man finds out I hate walking the mile…

Jumin continues to call this a game. Says he has a therapist on standby. Does he know that HE can use the therapist? In fact, I highly recommend it.

He says you can leave at any time. Color me suspicious. I don’t believe him for one second. How far is this “game” going?

MY PRECIOUS BABY DARLING SWEETIE PIE TOO GOOD FOR THIS WORLD WHOLESOME BEAUTY PERFECT CUPCAKE ELIZABETH 3RD HAS ARRIVED!

According to Jaehee, MC has been with Jumin for two months now.

Interesting how Jaehee makes a point to mention the mansion being untouched as this is where Jumin keeps his childhood toys. He brought you where he keeps his toys. Does he really see all of this as a game & you’re a toy? Can he snap out of it if you call for the game to end, or will there be backlash?

Some of these answer choices feel tricky. I’m trying to gently weasel my way out of this “game” without hurting anyone.

“Don’t say that to my master.” Listen, Jumin is my favorite man in this game, but that answer option physically made me cringe. Me? Call a man master? I could never. Not me. Not this bitch.

Wow. Ok. All this stuff with Jumin’s mom is moving fast. I can already see if he actually does lose her, it may make him hold onto MC that much more/harder. Maybe. 

Woah woah woah. I know Jumin is acting a little suspicious & out of sorts, BUT AIN’T NO ONE MARRYING HIM EXCEPT ME. ALL RIGHT? I’ll fight. I know where to get a bomb…

Excuse me? A fitness trainer? Yeah........ about that. I’m going to have to leave. Sorry this situation didn’t work out between us Juju. Best of luck, though!

Episode 2

My room is kind of cute! Wait, why the fuck aren’t Jumin & I sharing a room? If I’m locked up & tracked, you better believe I’m sleeping next to that dick.

Send a message to space? The fuck?

Oh. Duh.

“I heard that obsession comes from anxiety.” DING DING DING DING.

Omg Seven. You can’t just ask me to open my box. I’m seeing another man...

LONG HAIRED JUMIN?????

Jumin really didn’t have one woman in his life who wasn’t cold or weird to him. I know we already knew from his route he had a difficult upbringing. But I hadn’t expected them to dive into that aspect for this DLC but I can see how there’s the connection.

I told him I wanted to be alone to see if he’d respect boundaries.

OH SHIT THAT CHAPTER ENDED SO QUICK. DID I FUCK UP?!

Episode 3

So are we meant to see this adult Jumin, playing this “game” with MC, as him regressing within himself & falling back to enjoying fantasy? Avoiding reality? Something he didn’t allow himself to do as an actual child? He didn’t understand why people indulge in magic, fantasy, make-believe as a kid. Now he’s vastly overshot the mark to the point that this fantasy life with MC has become his “reality.”

DO NOT GIVE THIS BABY BOY WINE, I SWEAR TO GOD.

Omg. Little Jumin is so cute. I will fight everyone to protect him.

This woman done fucked up. Look at this child, you’ve given him anxiety. He doesn’t know if you want him to be mechanical or a normal kid. Jesus. All this Work Work Work No Emotion Work Only No Feelings bullshit is her fault. Jumin’s only doing what he was taught. He was told this is all he’s good for, all he was meant for.

“I feel like I am a tool. Sometimes I want to be treated like a son.” STOP. IF THIS GAME MAKES ME CRY. I’M GONNA FIGHT SOMEONE.

IF Y’ALL DON’T GIVE THIS LITTLE BOY THE LOVE & AFFECTION & CARE HE DESERVES

Jumin is obsessed with grape juice. Grows up to be obsessed with wine. Y’all made him an alcoholic.

“I am not like her. I will not be cold. I will be warm to my family…” JUMIIIIIN. THIS LITTLE BOY IS TRYING SO HARD! IT IS POSSIBLE JUMIN! AIM FOR YOUR GOOD & NORMAL ENDINGS!

SLEEPY JUMIN HAN CG

OH FUCK

OH FUCK ME

OH HELLO HUSBAND GODDAMN YOU LOOKIN’ CUTE AS FUCK

LET ME HOLD YOU JUMIN. YOU DESERVE TO BE LOVED & HELD & CARED FOR!

I think you have to choose the answers that gently pry you away from Jumin? He can’t force this relationship. It can’t be controlled by him. It isn’t a game. He needs to come to that realization, but he’s really not making that connection...

“I have never been involved in a deal outside a form of give-and-take.” Oh, that hurt. He doesn’t trust you to stay with him unless he can offer you something? His money/extravagance/keeping you in this “game” you started with him & him playing into it is what he has to do to keep you with him.

“Please show me that you love me. I want to know what love is.” Insert Explicit MC x Jumin Fanfic Here. I’ll show you, Jumin. I’ll show you all night long.

*Jumin snuggled closer* In my own personal canon, that means we FUCKED. SLOWLY. GENTLY. ROMANTICALLY.

Episode 4

The creepy lullaby music started up. Shit is about to go down.

Omg is this butler going to lock me in the basement?

Lmao did I fuck up with the “what’s a cage doing here?” reply? How was I supposed to know there wasn’t actually a cage there? No Jumin, I don’t want a cage. …. at least not for me, but we can discuss that later.

SHE WOULD LOCK HIM IN THE BASEMENT? That’s it. I’m fighting everyone. Stay behind me Jumin, I’ll protect you.

“Let me talk to her! I’d like a word with her!” LET ME AT HER, JUMIN. I HAVE SOME SHIT TO SAY. SHE’S DYING. I HAVE A SHORT WINDOW. LET ME AT HER.

Not little boy Jumin Shawshank Redemptioning his way out of the basement omggggg

JUMIN YOU WANNA FUCK? NOW? This man is sending me through whirlwind of emotions.

OH SHIT. I’m torn between the “whisper in his ear” option or the “let’s change our roles for just today” because as y’all may know, I enjoy being in charge.

Me: “Let’s change our roles…” Jumin: “Uhhh maybe we should leave.” Darling, you know you’re a submissive. It’s ok. No judgement.

FADE TO BLAAAAACK. THEY FUCKIN’.

I’M HOOTIN’ & HOLLERING. After the fade the black I said I would stay in my own clothes & Jumin says, “They’re dirtier than you would think.” DID THIS MAN JUST CUM EVERYWHERE? LMAAAOOOO

Happy End!

Ayyy we did it, lads! Unlocked the happy ending first. Even though we already gave Jumin a happy ending in that basement, you know what I’m sayin’~

LMFAOOOOO JUMIN STILL CAN’T DRIVE LMFAOOOO

Wait, turned our backs on everything? How the fuck is this the happy end? Happy for who? Jumin?

So… what the fuck was that?

The good ending just reenforces this “only us” narrative? The good ending is that this “game” Jumin & MC are playing doesn’t end? Nothing resolves. He doesn’t mend any relationships. There’s no healing or moving on. He exerts more of his control on MC & takes more drastic measures to ensure they’re together.

WAIT. DID WE JUST FUCKING ABANDON ELIZABETH 3RD TOO? ABSOLUTELY NOT. THIS ENDING SUCKS. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? FUCK THAT. PISS OFF, JUMIN HAN. I WON’T HAVE THAT BULLSHIT. YOU DID NOT JUST TURN INTO A PET ABANDONER RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY FUCKING FACE. I HATE IT. NO. I’M OUT.

The CG was hot, though. Jumin in black on black on black? AND GLOVES?! Hell yeah. That’s a whole meal right there. Delicious. 

Episode 1 (Attempt 2)

Well, time to try to get the bad end (????) now I guess. Maybe the bad end is that this game of their’s actually does break. That’s what I’m hoping for at least.

Jumin already making jokes about switching roles. Jumin, my love. I am more than happy - extremely willing & eager actually - to be in charge here.

Pretending to want all of this ‘being a possession’ nonsense is making me uncomfyyyy.

Episode 2 (Attempt 2)

“Do something Jumin wouldn’t like” Lmaooo it calls Zen. HAHAHAHAHA

I think Zen’s voice acting is some of the most expressive, in this whole game.

Ah, so then I guess turning on the computer let’s you talk to Yoosung.

Not Jumin deliberately cutting my call. The audacity.

Jumin, possessiveness can sometimes be cute. But in this case, I’m not having it. Not interested.

All the toys in the world didn’t keep Jumin entertained. BUT THIS PUSSY DOES.

Episode 3 (Attempt 2)

Flew through that one just choosing the options I didn’t choose before. Didn’t seem to glean any new information except the fact that Jumin no longer has a desire to form a family, says it entirely depends on how badly MC wants a family. Continues that narrative of, if MC wants it, he will provide it... to keep her.

Episode 4 (Attempt 2)

So we’re just going to leave gold bars in that safe?

Happy End Again????

It says I got Happy End again, even though I chose entirely different answers & went along with being Jumin’s possession...

OH WAIT, IT IS DIFFERENT!

I can’t believe my first meeting with Jumin’s mother is after he rawed me in the basement & had me put on a fantasy fairy tale princess dress to make our escape. Omfg. Ma’am, your son’s cum is still dripping out of me, please give me a few minutes to freshen up first. Goddamn.

Jumin’s mom is named Carolyn!

I can’t believe I’m in the middle of a family argument while Jumin’s cum glues my thighs together.

She ain’t sick. She’s lying. I’m calling it.

“Simple - make him soft” Jumin: “Like mashed potato?” LIKE MASHED POTATO? FIRST OF ALL, JUMIN SAYING ‘MASHED POTATO’ IS SO FUCKING CUTE I WANNA SCREAM. Secondly I meant, make him soft as in help him let down some barriers & let people in.

“I heard sons are psychologically bound to be attracted to women reminiscent of their mothers.” Ok yes, that may be true but you don’t have to remind me. Bleh. Stop.

“If my consort is to leave me one day, I will be scarred for the rest of my life.” I am sad for him. So sad.

ONE BILLION, TO BREAK UP WITH JUMIN? WOMAN, YOU ARE SOMETHING ELSE.

The “mind if I touch it” option fucking sent me. I’m laughing so hard. It is 1am. I might wake up my neighbor! I chose the “…..” option though. I’m sticking with Jumin through this. Let’s see what happens.

… I’ll loop back & choose the money if I can though to see what chaos occurs.

“This is exactly what people mean when they say, ‘So not cool.’” JUMIN. NOW IS NOT THE TIME LMFAOOOO

Jumin went back to work. All right, that’s progress. He renovated the basement on a happier note. Ok ok, small progress. 

“Now I wish to paint this entire place with our love.” TIME TO CHRISTEN EVERY ROOM WITH SEEEEX

THAT CG!!!!! AAAHHHHHHH!!!! WOW WOW WOW WOW WOW WOW WOW WOW!!!!!!

Looping back to choose more options for this episode...

CALLED JUMIN’S MOM AN OLD HAG & JUMIN LIKED WHEN I DID THAT LMAOOOO. I would like to call her a lot of things.

Final thoughts:

Long story short (too late), this DLC reenforces that this is a Bad Ending path, in which you won’t find a fix for Jumin, won’t find a way to get him back on track to his true good end. And that’s ok! This is a bad end after all! Though both endings are listed as “good” or “happy” endings, they’re still set in this twisted relationship, this weak form of love, Jumin believes is real. He calls it a game, says a therapist is on standby, says MC can leave any time she wants, yet when she chooses options that distances herself, suggests Jumin pay more attention to something other than her, or shows she’d like more freedom, he immediately blocks that path in some way. Even when choosing all the options that don’t give in to the plaything/being controlled role, the conclusion is Jumin reenforcing his control harder - you both escape together to be alone, neglecting everyone & everything in your life, & Jumin insists all he has to do is take care of you in various ways - to give you everything - to keep you with him. Even following the confrontation with Jumin’s mother & turning down the option to leave Jumin for money, it shows how far Jumin will go to keep MC. He truly believes he has to provide everything (money, security, possessions, etc.) in exchange for her love, her company, her willingness to be with him. This man has slowly been broken over & over again over the course of his life & he’s finally given in to these poor teachings & selfish encouragements, & has convinced himself what he’s found is full love where he provides anything & everything to keep MC’s interest in him. A clear give & take relationship. A contract. A game. And he’s not about to let that go.

Personally, while this path isn’t my favorite for Jumin, I was still absolutely impressed with the two different ways they had this particular Bad End play out. An emotional read from start to finish & back again.

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-Where Was She?- George Weasley x Female Reader

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   Summary:  Taking a trip through Diagon Alley to help your nephew pick out robes and books for her first day at Hogwarts should of been uneventful, and it was until your niece was very excited to look inside a colorful shop, with a ginger with a top hat on top. 

   Kody: Ha, it rhymes. I am just hilarious. Also i’m giving them names, cause i can and if i don’t i’ll get confused lmao. Also changing some plot for this story lol. 

   House: Ex- Gryffindor / Half blood

   Possible Triggers / Warnings: cursing, George being a simp, Fred being utterly confused half the time, that good fluff

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    you were currently stirring a bowl of cupcake batter when the house phone rang. In a quick haste, you drop the whisk in the sink and ran over to the living room and towards the house phone. You pick it up and press and the call button before holding it up to your ear.

   “L/n residence. Who am i speaking to?” you ask in a polite manner as you wiped your hand on the pink apron you wore. “Hey Y/n, it’s me Kai. So i just got a last minute meeting and i won’t be able to take Aedyn to diagon alley to get his books, robes and such. I have money to give you and such”

    you could hear the irritation in his voice, he hated missing important memory making moments with his son, but he really needed the money considering his wife dipped when Aedyn was born. You smile lightly, having not been back to Diagon Alley in year since you graduated. You missed it.

    “no problem, i’ll make sure to take a ton of pictures for you. Don’t worry about it, i get to see some of my old classmates and i’m fine with paying- “ “-no Y/n, i’m paying” Kai tried to interject, but you made screeching noise with your mouth. “Sorry, can’t hear you. Your cutting out. Love you!” you quickly hung up.

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    the day had arrived and you wore a black turtleneck with a burnt orange button up as well as black pants. You had just arrived to Diagon Alley with Aedyn and he seemed a bit upset. “hey dude, you alright?” you asked, nudging his shoulder with your arm. He shrugged, looking ahead.

    “i just thought that dad would take me shopping, i know he isn’t a wizard or anything. It’s just-” you stop walking and crouch down to height “Yeah i get it, i loved going to Diagon Alley with my parents, but let’s make the most out of this yeah? Your witchy aunt has got your back!”

   your enthusiasm seemed to cheer him up as the corners of his mouth turned up “Okay, the first thing on the list is robes” he says, pulling a sheet of folded up paper from his back pocket. You smile and stand back up “Robes it is, onwards my dear nephew” 

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    after buying about three sets of robes as well as uniform shirts and pants, you both went to get textbooks, which was super boring. Once you had finished stacking all the textbooks, you held them all by a string. Aedyn didn’t seem to want a animal, you didn’t either when you attended Hogwarts.

   as you walked with Aedyn, you felt a tug on your sleeve “Oh, can we go in there!” he says, you look to where he was pointing and saw a shop decorated in orange and hints of purple. Looking up, you saw a statue picking up it’s top hat. Oh. OH. “the weasleys wizard wheezes?” you ask, looking down at him.

    he met your gaze and tilts his head “Have you been there before?” he questions and you nod your head once “Yeah. Once. It was when it first opened though, so it may have changed” you spoke, shrugging it off. You grab his head and walk into the colorful shop.

    how much has changed?

    as you step in, your almost overwhelmed by the variety of things in the shop. It really didn’t change much. There were kids running around and parents who seemed displeased at there kids dashing through the place. A feeling of nostalgia ran through you.

    “Aedyn!”

    “Luke!”

     your nephew turns up to look at you “Can me and luke check out the shop together?” he asked eagerly, making you chuckle. You nod once and both of the boys run off. You sigh contently and place the textbooks down near the umbrella holder. Stuffing your hands in your pocket, you began to casually stroll around.

    the Weasley’s wizard wheezes. What a cool place. “Welcome miss. First time?” you turn to face one of the ginger haired twins in the flesh, wearing a orange sweater and beige pants. George Weasley. you give him a polite smile, collecting yourself quickly. 

    “Thank you. Um- no not my first time. I came here with Hermione Granger when you guys first opened.” you explain, tapping your foot on the ground. He raises a brow. You seemed to have spiked his interest “You know Hermione? How come i’ve never seen you before?”

   you shrug your shoulders, making a clueless face. “I’ve been told i blend into the background, so that could be why” you say. He steps closer to you, analyzing your face “How could i have missed you? Were you on any teams?” guess you were playing twenty questions now.

    you stifle a laugh as you began to walk around once more, the twin sticking to your side “No, i never liked attention. I did watch all the quidditch tournaments- Oh! I started the weakly quidditch magazine for the school” you say, thinking he remember seeing it somewhere or maybe he had read it before?

    you watch his honey colored eyes light up “Oh! yeah i read that. Wait- if i remember correctly you wrote one just about me” his smile turned into a grin. Oh how embarrassing. You chuckle bashfully as you use your hand to cover your mouth for a second “Yes. I did. You were a quidditch heartthrob. It sold well”

    you hear him gasp loudly and watch as he places a hand over his chest, where his heart was “You used my face to sell magazines?” he said. Wait a minute. “How do you know i put your face in the article?” you question, your own grin forming. A bashful smile makes a way onto his face.

    “I bought one for myself” he spoke and you burst into a fit of laughter at his confession “Oh wow, Mr. Weasley” you say, joking with the formality. You both were now making your way back to the entrance, where you two had started your journey in the first place.

    “Just call me George.”

   you two then talked for what felt like hours, but in reality it was twenty minutes. You both had a lot of common interest and soon enough. The Weasley started to flirt with you. It was playful and cute and you found it adorable coming from him. As he reached to push a strand of hair from your face and loud shout was heard.

    “Were late! We are so late!” Aedyn came running from the top story of the shop “Dad said to be home an hour ago!” and with that he ran out the shop. You E/c eyes widen. Oh shit. You quickly grab up the textbooks, a confused George staring at you. “Wait, your leaving?”

   “Yes” you force out as you quickly rushed out the shop, George following. He stops in front and watches as you run away “When can i see you again?!- What’s your name?!” he shouts, catching the attention of a few wizards and witches passing by. 

   you give him a quick smile before you turn the corner, leaving his sight completely. What’s the fun in that right?

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    “Hey George. I’m back!” Fred Weasley called out from the shared home. He raised a brow when there was no answer and walked down the hallway, he turns the handle of Georges room and pushes the door open. He sees boxes scattered everywhere. 

    George was sitting on the floor, looking through stacks of old school papers “What in the bloody hell is going on?” Fred asked, looking a his brother strangely. George snaps his head towards his brother and stands up quickly. “Do you remember the weakly quidditch magazine?”

    “Yes?”

    “Do you know where i kept the one written about me?”

    “Yes”

    “Where is it?”

    “...I’ll be right back”

    Fred left the room and returned a couple minutes later with an tattered magazine “Your article is on page 5-” George ripped the magazine from his brothers hand and began to turn the pages rapidly “Okay then” Fred walks over to sit on George’s bed.

    “Found it! When George Weasley isn’t pulling pranks. He is expertly playing the quidditch field, just like yesterday's game. Taking out both Ravenclaw beaters at the same time. Charming, good looking, funny, and skilled. No wonder the girl’s of Hogwarts are fawning over Gryffindors beater. -Y/n L/n”

    George smiled brightly “Y/n L/n, that’s her name..She called me good looking. Where was she when i was at Hogwarts?” he gushed, making Fred roll his eyes “Your talking about Y/n? How is she doing, heard her nephew is starting Hogwarts soon. I was supposed to meet her today, but i got caught up”

     George’s head snapped like an owl towards his brother “You know her? Did you sleep with her Freddy? You horny bastard. You just had to sleep with half of the girls at Hogwarts didn’t you? Couldn’t leave anyone for me? First Lavender brown then Hermione Granger, now Y/n. What the hell man?”

    Fred waited for his brother to stop talking with a irritated expression “First of all. I didn’t sleep with her. Second of all, we kept in touch because i thanked her for writing an article about me, like she did for you. Also! You didn’t notice her, because your fucking stupid. I’m making dinner” he announced.

    he stood from the bed and walked out the room. George pouted “Can we have mac and cheese?!”

    “No!........Okay fine!” 

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    fast forward to about two weeks and Aedyns birthday was coming up. He had taken a liking to quidditch and you wanted to get him a new broom. It was a bit chilly outside so you decided on black high waisted skin tight jeans, a light grey long sleeve t-shirt, and a heather grey and a charcoal colored button up. 

    “Quality Quidditch Supplies” you read out loud, this was definitely the place where she saw kids get brooms.  You step in and began to look around at the broom’s, wondering which was a good fit for your nephew. You were looking at the Nimbus collection when a ginger haired boy jumps out from behind it.

    you jump back a bit “George?! What the hell. You almost gave me a heart attack!” you shout. He smiles nervously “So after our last encounter, i found that article you wrote about me” he spoke. You rolled your eyes and began to look at the broom’s once again “Okay” you said plainly. 

    “You said i was good looking and charming. Y/n L/n” he says, a twinkle of pride in his eye. “Your also friends with my brother and didn’t tell me” he said, that pride turning into slight jealousy.”You didn’t ask” you said simply said, his eye twitched in irritation.

    “Anyway, i was wondering if you could go out with me- like on date. Next saturday?” he says, you saw the hopeful look in his eyes as you looked from the broom to him. Aw. “No” you said, waiting to see his reaction. He blinks mindlessly for a couple of seconds “i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have asked-”

    “-I have to watch a quidditch match. It’s my job for the witch weekly. i report for the local matches. I would love to go some other time” you say, giving him a genuine smile. He rubs the back of his neck “That’s the only time i’m free this mouth! Oh how ‘bout i go with you?” he asked. 

    you shrugged “I’m okay with that. I’ll be distracted half the time though” you explain. He smiles happily “Wicked. Plus, i’d like to see you all focused. I bet it’s cute” he said, leaning in close, his hand placed on the shelf above your head. There goes the flirting again.   

    you pretend to not have heard him and reach into your pocket for a piece of paper and pen. He tilts his head curiously  and tries to read what you were writing, but you shielded him away with your hand. “What’re?-” he was cut off when you walked passed him and grabbed a Nimbus infinity.

    you walk up to the counter and pay for the broom. It was quite costly, but you didn’t mind. George followed like a lost puppy, until you both made it outside. You turn around and hand him the paper. George grabs the note and reads an address? “What is this?” he asked. Boys are so dumb.

    “Write me sometime, Weasley. I’ll see you on saturday” with those parting words, you turn on your heels and began to walk away with a sway of your hips. George sighed deeply as a warm feeling invaded in every being “Merlin. Fred was right. I’m whipped.”

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    the week spent apart was quite wholesome. George wrote you kind letters, sometimes flirty ones and send you small treats within them. Once he sent a pressed flower, a marigold. You didn’t think he have such a soft side to him. Each day a new letter came and you grew to like the Weasley boy more and more.

    the day had finally arrived when you would be attending the quidditch match. You wore a black turtleneck and heather grey pants, paired with regular sneakers. You were waiting at the entrance for the weasley boy, looking up t the sky. It looked like it was about to storm. Hopefully it would clear up soon. 

    “Hey!” a bright cheery voice shouted. You look back down to see George coming up to you. His shoulder length hair was tied back in a ponytail, with loose strands framing his face. He wore a burnt orange sweater with white and brown plaid pants. Style.

    you smile lightly and nod your head towards him “Hello” you spoke and watch as his honey colored eyes gazed at your outfit “Your looking ravishing, per usual” his comment made you snort. You shake your head and wave your hand “C’mon. I have front row seats” you say, making his eyes go wide.

    “Woah! Really!?”

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    you both were seated in the bleachers with an amazing view of the game. You took out a notepad along with a pen, getting ready to take notes. George watched you as the game started. You bit your bottom lip when you were ‘in the zone’ as you would call it. George would call it cute. 

    the match was highly eventful and George had a wonderful time watching, especially the small breaks when you would talk to him. He would occasionally feed you popcorn as your wrote. Gotta make sure you were fed. You secretly liked it. 

     the match came to an end when one of the teams caught the snitch and the crowd roared in applause and boos. George stood up, cheering while you politely stood alongside him, clapping your hands. The cheers began to die down as heavy rain poured out of nowhere.

    people began to scramble out of the bleachers like ants so they could apparate out of there. You look at George who’s hair was damp, strands of ginger hair sticking to the side of his face. he was just staring at you “What?” you call out over the loud sounds of the rain.

    “I had a great time. I wish i had met you in Hogwarts so i could of had a cool girlfriend writing articles about me. Is it okay if i make up for lost time?” he said, your heart melting a his words. How smooth. A smile grew on your face “i’d love that” you said and that was all George needed.

    he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you in for a deep kiss. Rain came down on both of you and your notes were most likely destroyed, but you were too in the moment to care. You two eventually left the bleachers and apparated to your place where you gave him a change of clothes and hot tea.

    the day ended with you two cuddled up on your couch, next to the fireplace and it couldn’t be more perfect.

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    Kody: the sheer amount of writers block this shit gave me was insane. Anyways, peace. 

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cake tasting // colby brock

A/N: so this isn't a request, but i saw this tweet that talked about two ppl who were friends going into a bakery and trying wedding cake, and i just knew i had to write something based off of it. i could only imagine how cute it would be to go and do this with colby, omg. anyway sorry i haven't update anything else yet. i haven't been extremely motivated, but i'm gonna try to write thru out the week and hopefully get something else out to yall soon :) lmk what you think of this. hope you enjoy !!

prompt: you and colby go to a bakery and pretend to be engaged to try wedding cakes. you have a crush on him, but he doesn’t have one on you. or does he…? cuteness ensues.

trigger warning: PURE FLUFF BB, sickeningly sweet

word count: 1535

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"Are you sure we should do this?" Colby asked, keeping his eyes on the road.

I rolled my eyes at his nervousness. "Of course! I've done this before."

"How often do you do this?" He snorted, turning to look at me for a moment.

I shrugged nonchalantly. "Occasionally. Mostly when I'm really in the mood for cake but don't know which type I want."

"I just feel bad about it. I feel like I'm stealing." Colby bit his lip uncomfortably.

"Well, I usually end up leaving a nice tip and buying some cupcakes, so it at least seems like I was interested." I replied.

"Wait, how are we gonna pass as a couple?" Colby doubted.

"Did you think I came unprepared?" I lifted my hand to show a big 'engagement' ring.

Colby gasped dramatically. "Jesus, you're gonna make them think I'm made of money with that."

I laughed. "Lucky for you it's fake, much like our impending marriage."

"Whatever you say, Mrs. Brock." He snickered.

We pulled into the parking lot next to our destination, Casey's Bakery. I slid out of my seat and followed Colby. When we got to the front door, Colby opened it for me. With a light bell ring, the immediate smell of baked goods hit me as I stepped inside. I crossed my arm through Colby's, walking up to the counter. A white haired, older woman stood behind the counter, her back to us. She spun around, a sweet smile coming to her face.

“Hello! I'm Casey, welcome to my bakery. What can I do for you two today?” She greeted.

I grinned back happily. “Hi! We were wondering if maybe we could try some samples of your cakes? My fiancé and I are planning our wedding, and we thought we might as well try some cake while we're out.”

“Oh! Is this the fiancé?” Casey guessed.

I nodded lightly. “Yes.”

“That's wonderful, congratulations!” She beamed. “What are your names?”

“I'm Colby, and this is Y/N.” Colby chimed in.

“You two look so young. How old are you?” Casey questioned.

“We're both 23.” I admitted.

“Oh, you're babies! Okay, is there any type of cake you're thinking about for the wedding?” She inquired.

I pursed my lips. “Um... no, not really. The wedding is still a long ways away.”

“When is it?” She asked.

“Ahh, next year... sometime in September. No final date just yet.” I stuttered. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Colby nod.

“Oooh, a fall wedding. Might I suggest trying the carrot cake first then? That's usually our most popular for fall weddings.” Casey informed.

“That sounds great. We'll try that first.” I agreed.

“Goodie. You guys can go take a seat, and I'll be right out with your cake.” She mentioned, smiling.

I returned the smile. “Thank you so much.”

As Casey rushed off to the back, I sat down at the closest table. I finally realized, looking around, that no one else was in the bakery but us.

“How did you come up with that?” Colby queried, surprised.

I raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“The date of our 'wedding'?” He responded.

“I'm good on my feet, what can I say?” I explained smugly.

He shook his head, and then glanced around. “I feel bad. There's no one here.”

“Don't worry. I plan on buying those over there.” I pointed at the cupcakes in the display.

“They do look really good.” He noted.

“And it smells like heaven in here.” I borderline moaned.

Colby cleared his throat, moving in closer to the table. “So... where would you want to get to married, if you could choose?”

“I don't know. Probably on the beach,” I answered. “I've always dreamed of getting married on the beach.”

“That sounds nice. Have you thought about your wedding, like all the little details and whatnot?” Colby gushed brightly.

I cocked my head to the side, almost laughing at him.

“What? Isn't that something most girls do?” He argued jokingly.

“First off, not every girl dreams about their wedding.” I scoffed. “But secondly, yes I have.”

“Who'd you get married to?” He questioned abruptly.

I choked. “Um-”

Casey busted in, cutting me off. “Okay! Sorry about that. I figured I might as well bring out some other samples besides the carrot cake.”

She placed four plates down in front of us. Each had two little sections of cake on it. There was carrot, vanilla, chocolate, and red velvet. I could feel my mouth water as she placed two forks down.

“So, for any cakes that we do make, we can obviously do any form of icing. But traditionally, red velvet and carrot always have cream cheese icing. I do my own little spin on both, of course.” She babbled, giggling. “And then for the vanilla, I did vanilla icing. And the chocolate has chocolate icing as well. Go ahead and dig in.”

I grabbed a fork and sliced a piece of the carrot cake. I took my bite slowly, enjoying the sweetness of the icing, with a hint of cinnamon. I glanced up at Colby as he did the same, his eyes landing on me with a hidden smile.

“This is really good. And I don't usually like carrot cake. But this... so good.” Colby spoke, covering his mouth.

“That's great to hear. And what about you, Y/N?” Casey turned to me.

I praised. “Delicious. I love carrot cake, so this hits the spot.”

“I'm happy you enjoy it. I love a good carrot cake myself,” She confessed. “So, where are you guys planning to get married?”

“In Santa Monica. On the beach.” Colby stated.

My eyes widened, staring at Colby quickly. He gazed over at me, a smirk on his lips.

“A fall wedding on the beach?” Casey puzzled.

“Yeah. It's never really fall here anyway.” Colby commented.

“That is very true,” Casey chuckled. “A beach wedding, huh? That's so fun. What colors?”

“Red and white. And with some black thrown in. For him.” I teased.

“Aww, thanks babe.” Colby winked.

I felt my heart skip a beat for a second. I tried to brush off the butterflies in my stomach as hunger pains.

Casey sang. “You two are adorable! Now, try the vanilla cake. It's our top seller.”

After trying the rest of the cakes, Colby excused himself to go to the restroom. Casey sat down in Colby's seat, scooching in.

“Now I have to ask, how long have you two been together?” She inquired.

“Four years,” I lied. “Basically as long as I've known him.”

“You two already act like an old married couple. I can see how much he cares about you.” She disclosed.

I squeaked. “Really?”

“Oh yeah. It's so noticeable,” She swatted her hand lightly. “He's smitten, and I can see why. You are so sweet to him, and he just can't get enough. It's all in his eyes.”

Casey stood up and slowly cleaned up the plates, as I sat there in silence.

Was Colby really that into me?

Maybe she was lying. But something about her words stuck with me.

I’ve always had a small crush on Colby, ever since I met him. And everyone in our friend group knew about it. I always chalked up my feelings to me just being lonely and him always being there for me. But maybe there was something more in how I felt for him. The idea of marrying Colby didn’t seem bad at all. If anything, it was something I could see maybe happening. I mean, we were really close. And our friends always joked about us being a couple. Maybe they weren't jokes after all.

But does he even like me like that?

“Did you order the cupcakes, Y/N?” Colby’s voice broke my thoughts.

I stared up at him, stumbling. “Hmm? What? I-uh, no. I didn't.”

Colby’s dimples appeared as he chuckled at the fumbling of my words. “Okay. I'm gonna go order them then.”

I nodded, slowly standing up and grabbing my purse. I walked over to him, watching him pay for the cupcakes.

“Well, when you're ready to place an order for your cake, you let me know.” Casey addressed, handing Colby a business card and the cupcakes.

Colby assured. “Of course, Casey. Thank you so much for the samples.”

“And thank you for being such a fine gentleman. You take good care of Y/N, you hear?” She patted the counter near me.

He laughed softly, the both of us beginning to leave. “Absolutely. Have a nice day.”

“Same to you. Goodbye, my little love birds!” Casey waved.

We walked out of the bakery and back onto the busy street. Everything felt strange around me, like I just woke up from a dream.

Back to reality, I guess.

“She was... fun.” I remarked happily.

“Yeah, definitely.” He smiled, getting into his car. “I know what bakery I'm coming to if I do get married.”

I sat down, putting the cupcakes on the floor next to my feet. “We'll have to do this again sometime.”

Colby turned to me, his eyes snaking up my body and finally stopping on my face with a click of his tongue.

“Whatever you say, Mrs. Brock.”

[suituuup]

pieces - chapter fourteen

Five years ago, Chloe dropped off the face of the Earth. Beca didn't expect to see her again dancing in a strip club, out of all places.

rating: E (drug use and emotional abuse in early chapters)

ao3 link

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“A bit higher.” 

Beca pushed the small mountain-shaped shelf an inch higher, looking over her shoulder as she held it. “Like that?” 

Chloe nodded, smiling. “Perfect.” She walked over and handed Beca the drill, watching as she skillfully made a hole into the wall and inserted a dowel. “I didn’t know you were handy with tools.” 

Beca snickered. “Basic things only.” She twisted the screw in and hung the shelf, taking a few steps back to observe her work. “That looks cute.” 

Chloe glanced around the room, nodding as she absent-mindedly rubbed her belly. She had just reached thirty weeks, and Bean’s arrival was scarily close. The nursery was coming along nicely, the crib having just been delivered today, while the rest was pretty much done. 

The closet was full of onesies, tops, pants and a few dresses, swaddles, blankets, and loveys, and the dark oak changing table (matching the yet to be assembled crib) was stocked up with diapers, wipes, bodysuits, and a variety of creams and oils. 

Chloe had channeled her stress into reading as much as she could about newborns, what to do and not do, and while she had experience with babies from back when she was a teenager, she was relieved not to be doing this on her own.

“It does,” Chloe agreed, loving the subtle woodland theme she went for and all the love they poured into making this safe place for Bean. “It’s really cozy.” 

“Alright, now onto the big project,” Beca said, nodding towards the large package laying on the floor. “You’ll get to see how limited my knowledge of tools really is.” 

Chloe laughed and helped take the different parts of the cribs out of the box, then headed into the kitchen to get them some refreshments. 

The last six weeks had been really good. The Bellas welcoming her back with open arms had definitely helped with Chloe’s recovery, and her talk with Beca, that promise that she would wait for her to be ready filled Chloe with a renewed sense of self-worth and made her fall in love with Beca a little bit more. 

Chloe was now just over six months sober. The nagging for booze and snow sat somewhere at the back of the brain, and she doubted it would ever go away, but she was getting better at not listening to it. 

She stifled a laugh at the sight of Beca looking awfully perplexed by the instructions when she walked back into the room. “You good?” 

Beca chuckled. “Yeah. Just trying to make sense of this.” She glanced up to Chloe, accepting the glass of homemade lemonade with a smile and setting it beside her. 

“They sent us two baby monitors?” Chloe asked as she sat on the floor, noticing the two exact same boxes. They had ordered a bunch of stuff from the same website, and quite a few boxes had come with the crib while Chloe was at her NA meeting, and Beca had put everything in the nursery. “We only ordered one.” 

“No, um, I figured one more would be handy,” Beca said as she picked up one of the crib ends and two of the four legs, along with four bolts. “So I hear Bean when she cries at night, too.”

Chloe shook her head. “I can take care of nights. I don’t want your whole sleeping rhythm to be thrown off because of Bean, you’ve got work, too.” 

“I know, but I’m concerned the lack of sleep might mess up with your recovery if you handle it on your own. I’ve read some horror stories about some babies waking up every few hours and that for six months.” Her focus shifted from the crib assembling to Chloe. “I meant what I said when I told you you wouldn’t be on your own with this. But I don’t want to overstep either, so I want you to tell me if you need me to back up a little. I promise I won’t be upset.” 

Chloe’s heart swelled with more love. She didn’t know why she kept being surprised every time Beca showed her how dedicated to the both of them she was. Still, she felt a little guilty for disrupting Beca’s routine, but she knew Beca was right. 

“You’re not overstepping,” Chloe assured her, softly. “And I want you guys to bond, so I think you taking care of her without me might be a great way to do that.”

“Okay,” Beca murmured, smiling as she went back to her task at hand. “The label already knows I’m taking two months off once she’s born, so I’m around to help out. Maybe she’ll sleep through the night by the time I have to head back.” 

Chloe chuckled. “We can always dream.” She cleared her throat. “I was also thinking about Bean’s guardians, in case something happens to me, and I’d like for you to be one of them.” 

Beca paused mid-screwing in a bolt and met Chloe’s gaze. It was clear she was moved, and it made Chloe smile. “Of course. I’d be honored.” 

“Aubrey will be the other guardian, just so you know. So if I die, you’ll be seeing a lot more of her.” 

Beca’s nose wrinkled. “Is it too late to backtrack?” She asked with a soft laugh. Chloe knew she was just joking, as she and Aubrey got on really well, now. “I think Aubrey is a great pick. At least I know I won’t have to be the bad cop. But let’s hope she and I never have to be Bean’s guardians. I’m good with just being the cool aunt.”

The crib was easier to put together than they had originally thought. It only took Beca forty-five minutes, and once it was all done, Chloe grabbed the mattress and set it inside.

“It’s just missing one thing,” Beca said, casting Chloe a smile before she left the room, coming back a minute later. “Close your eyes.” 

Chloe did so, and it sounded like Beca was fumbling with something by the crib. 

“Okay, open them now.” 

Chloe let out a soft gasp at the sight of the animal mobile set up above the crib. A fox surrounded by mountains and clouds. “Beca…” 

“I wanted to get Bean a gift, and you mentioned an animal mobile, so I had this custom made with a friend of a friend.” 

“It’s perfect,” Chloe whispered, blinking back the tears pricking behind her eyes. She was used to crying over the smallest of things by now that she wasn’t embarrassed anymore. Wrapping an arm around Beca’s waist, she leaned her head over her shoulder, basking in the warmth and peace being in close proximity with Beca brought her. 

“I think so, too,” Beca murmured, her own arm coming up to wrap around Chloe’s back as she brushed a soft kiss to her forehead. 

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Summer chilled to fall over the following week. Chloe was thankful for the cooler temperatures, as her body felt like a furnace on its own, she didn’t need any additional heat. Now thirty-one weeks, she had started to waddle, much to Beca’s amusement, it seemed, even if she only claimed to find it adorable. She also got winded after walking up a single flight of stairs and was insanely grateful for the elevator in Beca’s building. 

Hanging a left when it reached the right floor, Chloe headed down the hallway, pulling her keys out of her jacket pocket and sliding them into the lock. 

“SURPRISE!” 

Chloe jolted slightly, her hand shooting up to her chest in shock. Most of the Bellas stood in Beca’s decorated living-room, beaming at her. Above them hung a cute oh baby banner and a table was laid out with various snacks and a cake. 

“Oh my gosh, you guys!” She exclaimed as soon as she regained her composure, stepping further inside to hug each one of her friends tightly. “Did you do all this?” She asked when she got to Beca, awe leaking in her tone.

“Aubrey helped,” Beca said, nodding towards the blonde standing to her right. 

“Thank you,” Chloe murmured as she pulled away, embracing Aubrey next. It had taken some time for them to find their way back to how they used to be after so many years apart, and Chloe was so grateful Aubrey gave her a second chance. “Love you, Bree.” 

“Love you, too.” 

The afternoon was filled with fun activities such as onesie decorating, a Name that Tune game with songs that had the word baby in it, and a cupcake decorating contest. Towards the end of the day, Chloe was coaxed into opening the girls’ present, starting with the one Jessica set in her lap. 

“This is from all of us,” she said, smiling as Chloe peered into the bag. 

She fished the item out, her heart bursting in her chest as she unfolded the blue and gold onesie which bore the Barden Bella B. “Oh… I love it. Thank you.” 

The girls definitely spoiled Bean, gifting Chloe with a bunch of adorable onesies, animal stuffies, mittens, swaddles, a bear winter jumpsuit for those freezing days ahead of them, and an expensive-looking electric swing.

“This is too much,” she croaked out once she had unwrapped the large box, shaking her head in disbelief as the girls simply waved her concern off. 

“Oh, that’s from your parents,” Beca chimed in as Chloe reached for the second-to-last present. 

Tears pooled in her eyes (she had honestly lost track of how many times she’d cried in the last couple of hours) as she took the familiar item out of the bag. “It’s my baby blanket,” she told the girls as she unfolded the mustard blanket her mom had knitted while she was pregnant with her. She traced the name she had picked for her baby girl, which her mom had added in white lettering in a corner. Chloe smiled as she brought it to her nose; it smelled like home. 

The last gift was a pampering kit for Chloe, as well as a few items she would need for after labor. 

“I learned some stuff about childbirth that I wish I’d never known while looking for items to add to this,” Amy said with a grimace, drawing a giggle from Chloe. “I didn’t know things could tear like that down below.” 

Chloe winced along with the rest of the Bellas, her chuckle coming out strained. “Thanks, Amy.” 

Beca ordered pizzas for everyone, and the girls stuck around until nine pm, helping to clean up the living-room before they left. Chloe changed into her pajamas and made herself some herbal tea for her and Beca, joining her on the couch. 

“You okay?” Beca asked as she took one of the mugs from Chloe. 

“Yeah,” Chloe breathed out, curling up on the opposite end of the couch. “Thank you for today. It was so nice to see the girls again. I’m really lucky.” 

“You’re welcome, Chlo.” She motioned towards her lap. “C’mon, hand me those feet.” 

Chloe giggled, setting her feet on Beca’s thighs and biting back a moan as she started kneading the sole of her right foot. It had become a sort of a ritual these past few weeks, for Beca to give Chloe a foot rub while they chilled on the couch after dinner. “Am I going to lose those privileges once I’m no longer pregnant?” She teased. 

Beca smirked. “We’ll see.”

“I heard back from my old vet school, this morning,” Chloe said, following a few minutes of comfortable silence. She had been communicating back and forth with the advisor over there, who finally heard back from the head of the department. “Since I did two years of vet school already, I’d only have to do one more year to become a vet tech. They offered for me to jump into the school year in January, but that feels a little too soon after Bean gets here, so I think I’ll wait until September next year,” she explained as she rubbed her bump. “But I definitely plan on getting a part-time job waitressing or something by next spring, as soon as Bean is old enough go to daycare.” 

Finding a good daycare with availability had been a headache, but Chloe had luckily found a spot at the one she had set her eyes on in the neighborhood. 

“That’s great news,” Beca mused aloud, smiling. “I’m proud of you.” 

“I wouldn’t be where I am without you, Bec,” Chloe murmured, returning her smile. A groan flitted past her lips a second later. “Ugh, I need to pee again.” 

Beca chuckled as Chloe heaved herself to her feet and waddled to the bathroom. She had just shut the door behind her when a sharp pain in her lower belly made her double over, her hand shooting out to grip the counter while the other one cradled her bump. 

Panic gripped her insides as she slowly straightened when her head stopped spinning, letting go of her stomach to dip her hand past the waistband of her sweatpants. Her fingers met something warm and sticky, and Chloe’s heart lurched to her throat when she pulled them out, eyes zeroing on the blood. 

“No, no, no,” she muttered to herself, forcing down the lump forming in her throat with a hard swallow. She called Beca’s name, her voice wavering as tears rose to her eyes. 

“What’s wrong??” Beca rushed out as she rounded the corner, the sight before her answering her own question. Her eyes widened, and she paled, freezing for a couple of seconds before setting into motion. “I’m taking you to the ER. I’ll grab your shoes and coat.” 

Chloe gave a faint nod even though she wasn’t sure she registered Beca’s words. Her feet seemed rooted to the floor while Beca’s hurried steps faded. She couldn’t move. She kept staring at her bloodied hand as the most dreaded, terrible, gut-wrenching feeling seized her entire being. 

“I can’t--” she found herself saying when Beca appeared in her line of vision. The air got stuck in her throat before it could reach her lungs, just as her words died before it reached her tongue. She couldn’t lose her baby. “Bec.” 

“I know,” Beca murmured as she helped Chloe slip her jacket on. Her own hands were shaking. She bent down to guide Chloe’s feet into her sneakers, one by one, then grabbed a towel from the cupboard under the sink. 

Another cramp made Chloe cry out, and she felt more blood seeping out of her, in a greater amount this time around. She felt it dripping down her legs and choked on a sob, clutching at her stomach. 

The elevator ride and walk to the car was a blur, and Chloe found herself blankly staring out the window as Beca rushed to the hospital, hoping with all her might that her baby would be okay.

[oikawaplssteponme]

PART 9 | previously: part 8 | masterlist

pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x fem! reader

ratings/warnings: swearing

synopsis: When UA’s hot heads, Katsuki Bakugou and you, are forced to put your hatred for each other aside and plan the third year Prom, things end up getting a little heated...

a/n: hi hi!! 💙so there isn’t too much Bakugou in this part BUT i promise the part after this will make up for it *wink wink*. and i just think this part is really cute anyway ☺️ enjoy xx

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nine: girls day

“Y/N! Y/N! GET UP SLEEPY HEAD!!”

You woke up to the sound of someone banging and giggling outside your dorm.

“Fucking hell… GIVE ME A SECOND!” You groaned and got up from your bed. You opened the door to see a smiling Mina, Momo, Uraraka, Jirou, Hagakure, and Tsu.

“What the hell…”

“I knew she’d forget,” laughed Jirou.

“Forget what?”

“Girls day today!” squealed Mina. You perked up, remembering well what Mina had mentioned to you a couple days ago.

“I didn’t forget...my alarm just didn’t go off,” you lied.

“Well we are all leaving in about 15 minutes so get dressed and let’s get going!” Mina and the other girls ran off. You were still waking yourself up as you rubbed your eyes.

“You look like hell,” said Bakugou, standing outside your room. You immediately crossed your arms.

“Fuck off Katsuki. It’s too early for your shit.”

“It’s almost noon.”

You huffed.

“Whatever.” You closed your door and began scrambling around for something to wear. You quickly put together an outfit and slipped your shoes on. You grabbed your wallet and phone, shoving it all into a small bag, then rushed out the door.

“There she is! You look great!” smiled Mina.

“God I love it when they wear casual clothes…” mumbled Mineta. You scoffed and kicked the purple boy over.

“SHIT-”

“Can you ever not be creepy?” You muttered.

“Alright ladies, a day filled with fun is just ahead! Let’s go!” cheered Mina. You sighed and began to follow your friends out the door.

“Hey dumbass!” called Bakugou. You turned around to look at him.

“Yes?”

“Have fun,” he smiled. Your eyes widened.

“Fine maybe I will!” You replied. Bakugou raised a brow but laughed off your comment. You gave him a shy smile and rejoined your friends.

“Fine maybe I will”? What the fuck Y/N.

~

You and the rest of the girls in your class took the train to the city. It was a beautiful day, a cool breeze passing by you as you walked along the city streets. The seven of you stopped for some boba before being led into a store by Mina.

“Guys, what is this?” You asked as sipped on your drink. You looked around the girly boutique.

“PROM DRESS SHOPPING!!” cheered Mina raising her arms in the air.

“My parents set us up with an appointment and we have the whole shop to ourselves!” explained Momo.

“Momo what is your life…” mumbled Uraraka.

“Oh gosh I don’t even know where to start!” squealed Hagakure.

“Hi ladies! How can I help?” asked the store manager.

“We have our Prom this week and we need some show stopping dresses!” said Mina.

“Well you’ve come to the right place! Here I’ll show you around.”

You followed the manager around the store as she showed you the endless amounts of dazzling dresses. It was an understatement to say you felt a bit overwhelmed.

“Feel free to pick out a few dresses and try them on. Don’t be afraid to ask any of our attendants for some help,” smiled the manager.

“Thank you very much!”

Your friends immediately dispersed along the aisles of clothing. Piling up whatever outfits caught their eyes. You walked slowly as you looked around, feeling a bit intimidated by the glitz and glamour.

“Would you like some help?” said a voice. You turned around to see one of the attendants.

“Uh yeah that would be great actually,” you said nervously.

“Perfect. What’s your name hun?”

“It’s Y/N.”

“It’s nice to meet you Y/N, I’m Zella. Do you know what style of dress you are looking for?” She asked. You shrugged.

“All I know is that I need a long dress. I have no idea what I actually want,” you admitted. Zella smiled.

“Well that’s why I’m here. How about I pick a few styles out and you let me know what you think of them?”

“That sounds good.”

You followed Zella as she picked out a couple dresses. She would show you them, asking for your approval before keeping it for you to try on.

“Probably not something pink,” you laughed as you looked at the princess dress before you. Zella chuckled.

“Noted.”

“How is it going Y/N?” asked Mina, or what you presumed to be Mina. You could barely tell through the skyscraper of dresses she was carrying.

“Uh good thanks. I think you’re holding half of the store there,” you joked.

“Gonna go try them on! I have to find the perfect one!” She cheered.

“I think we have enough for you to try on too,” chimed in Zella. You nodded and went over to the dressing room.

“We should do this bridal style and each one of us goes one at a time!” Suggested Uraraka. You laughed.

“As long as I can sit on the couch the longest, I’m good.”

“Me first!” Mina rushed into the dressing room to change. You crammed onto the couch with your friends in front of the mirrors and riser.

“So Y/N, what did you tell Deku?” asked Jirou. You flinched.

“Well uh, I told him that I’d rather go without a date. He understood so we’re cool,” you explained.

“Yeah well dates are overrated anyway,” said Jirou.

“Did you want someone else to ask you?” asked Uraraka. Your face went warm.

“Well uh I wouldn’t put it like that it’s just that-”

“Okay dress number one!” said Mina.

Thank god.

Mina twirled around in a white and gold flowy dress.

“It’s cute Mina but it’s not you, you know?” said Momo.

“I agree. You need something bolder!” You smiled.

“Yeah I'm not the biggest fan of this one either. Onto the next!”

~

The seven of you took turns trying on and showing off your dresses. After about 30 dresses, Mina settled on a light purple dress, definitely more of her vibe. Momo went next, trying on about 10 dresses. She picked a vibrant red one. Jirou only tried on one outfit, a two-piece black jumpsuit. She was set on it from the start. Hagakure tried on every pink dress possible. She actually chose the pink dress that you had rejected. Uraraka also went for pink, but more of a lighter tone. Lastly, Tsu picked out an emerald green dress. All of your friends looked stunning.

“Alright Y/N, you’re up,” smiled Tsu as she exited the dressing room. You sighed.

“Bare with me ladies,” you joked. You walked over to the dressing room and stepped inside. Zella had already hung up the dresses you had picked. You looked at them, unsure where to start. You decided to put on your least favorite first, just to get it out of the way. You slipped the light blue dress on and looked in the mirror.

I look like a fucking cupcake.

Just to amuse your friends, you stepped out of the dressing room. Their hands flew to their mouths.

“I never thought I’d see the day where Y/N wears a bright color,” joked Mina.

“Yeah well don’t get used to it because this is definitely a no,” you laughed as you stood on the riser.

“This is priceless...”

“Y/N, this dress just came in today so it wasn’t on the floor yet. I think you’d like it.” Zella rushed over to you holding a zipped up dress bag. You smiled.

“Anything to get me out of this.”

You took the bag and went back into the dressing room. You hung up the bag and unzipped it. You gasped. Inside was a beautiful black dress with thin straps and a slit for one of your legs. You eagerly changed out of the dress you were wearing and put the new one on.

“Zella? Could you zip me up?” You asked, opening the door. Zella smiled.

“That’s definitely the one.” You turned around and Zella zipped you up. You walked out to your friends. This time their hands flew to their mouths, but in a good way. You stepped onto the riser, letting the skirt of the dress fall around you. You looked at yourself in the mirror, trying to hide your smile.

“Oh Y/N, you look beautiful,” Mina gushed. Your face grew warm.

“It’s just the dress that’s all…”

“No it’s you. You’re glowing,” said Momo. You continued to look at yourself. You felt beautiful. You were beautiful.

“Fine I guess I’ll get this one,” you joked.

“Perfect! Let’s get you changed and get going!” smiled Mina. You nodded, heading back to the dressing room.

You changed back into your clothes and zipped the dress back into its bag. You took the dress and went to meet your friends.

“Alright, who is paying first?” You asked.

“Oh no no. All your dresses have been paid for by the Yaoyorozu’s. You’re all good to go,” explained the manager. All your jaws dropped as you looked at Momo.

“Surprise…?”

“MOMO!” The six of you rushed over to your friend, joining in a large group hug.

“Tell your parents the biggest thank you!” said Uraraka.

“I will,” smiled Momo.

~

After your wonderful day filled with fun just as Mina had promised, you were back at UA. The seven of you walked into the dorms and watched as the boys' faces lit up from your return.

“THEY'RE BACK!” cheered Denki and Mineta as they rushed towards you all.

“Mineta if you lay one hand on me I’ll blow your ass up right here right now,” you warned him. He nodded, stepping back.

“How was your ‘Girls Day’?” asked Iida.

“It was amazing!” gushed Uraraka.

“Well I see you all found your dresses for Prom. That’s excellent!”

“Yeah only after trying on half of the store,” you joked. You went over to your room and set your dress bag down.

“Hey dumbass,” said Bakugou, standing outside your door.

“Hi Katsuki,” you smiled. He raised a brow.

“Why are you in such a good mood?”

“What? I can’t smile at you?”

Bakugou smirked. “No no, go right ahead.”

“Find your dress?” He asked, pointing to the dress bag laying on your bed. You smiled.

“Yeah I did. Wanna see?” You said eagerly.

“Woah is that like allowed?”

“Katsuki it’s a prom dress not a wedding gown,” you chuckled. Bakugou stepped inside of your room and stood beside you as you unzipped the bag. You showed just the top of the dress. Bakugou’s eyes widened.

“That’s uh-that’s a pretty dress,” stuttered Bakugou.

“Thanks,” you smiled. You looked up at Bakugou, who was already looking at you. Your face got hot.

“Well uh, I’m exhausted so I think I’m gonna take a nap,” you said. Bakugou nodded.

“Alright. Sleep well.”

“Thanks Katsuki.” Bakugou left your room and you slowly shut the door behind him. You pressed your back against the door, placing your cold hands on your hot face.

Only 7 more days until Prom. Just 7 more days. I can do this.

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a/n: so i actually have pictures of all the dresses i mentioned in this part but im not sure if you all would care to see them so just please lmk so that i can post the dress/outfit hc’s that go with this part :)))

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Intertwined Fates - Chapter 6

Can be read in ao3 here

Uni is killing me bruh T^T

SUMMARY: “Just know that whatever decision you’ll make, I’ll accept it.”

Beeping noises surround him again, that familiar smell of medicine fills his sense of smell.

He opened his eyes…

A pair of shocked golden eyes met his own, a smile forming on the person’s lips as the figure ran to him with happiness, he reminds Zhongli of a happy kitten.

He blinks…

Another pair of wide golden eyes met him, the person was accompanied by a woman with purple twintails, looking at him with her sympathetic eyes as she holds on to the blonde with long braids.

He blinks again…

This time his heart stopped, it was the blonde woman who had been haunting his dreams. Her teary eyes looking at him with emotions Zhongli couldn’t quite tell. His hands weakly tried to reach out to her.

She broke down, and that’s when Zhongli realised they weren’t alone, a flash of orange was the last thing he saw before tiredness hit him again.

~~~

Ajax sighed as he gently laid Lumine down the sofa. She had fallen asleep crying again and he doesn’t really know how to handle the situation himself.

It was two days ago that everything changed.

Him and Lumine fooling around as they wait for Qiqi, and the next thing he knew, his supposedly dead best friend came through the bakery’s door.

Everything was fast when they all met eyes. Zhongli clutched his head in pain before dropping to the floor which scared Qiqi to the point of crying.

Ajax was the one who snapped out of it when Qiqi was tugging on his clothes with her arms up. Lumine was frozen on her spot, trembling in shock. He immediately called for emergency, pushing aside his own flurry of emotions for Qiqi and Lumine.

He couldn’t keep up though, by the time help came and took care of Zhongli and Lumine, Ajax immediately called for Aether and Xiao.

It was when they all arrived at the hospital when Ajax could finally breathe, Qiqi was taken by her Aunt Keqing, Aether and Xiao started bombarding him with questions, but all they got was an exhausted man passing out in their arms.

It was when Ajax woke up again that he managed to explain what happened, Xiao and Aether had done their own digging and contacted Granny Shan. They managed to conclude what had happened to Zhongli for the past few years; Zhongli had been alive and was in a coma being taken care of by Granny Shan.

Xiao is overjoyed, he had been by his brother’s side ever since their reunion, only going out to buy food for everyone.

Aether, while being happy that Zhongli is alive, can’t help but worry how it will affect his sister and their family. Lumine is already a mess and he knows Ajax isn’t doing that well either. Keqing is trying her best to help, giving Aether all the support she could give.

Ajax took a deep breath before sitting down beside Lumine’s sleeping form. He rubbed his face in frustration, trying to control the overwhelming feeling of vomiting as he assessed their situation.

His phone began ringing before he could dwell on it more.

‘Aether’, the contact name displayed.

“Hey, Aeth?” Ajax greeted, tiredness in his voice.

“Papa?”

Ajax perked up at the little girl’s voice, clearing his throat to disguise the exhaustion from his voice, “Qiqi? What’s wrong, princess?”

“When are you and Mama coming home? Qiqi misses you.”

The sadness in her voice broke her heart.

“Mama and Papa are just taking care of something, okay? We’ll be home soon, don’t worry.” Ajax weakly laughed, “Isn’t sleeping over at Uncle Aether and Aunt Keqing fun? I heard your Aunt Xiangling joined too.”

“Yeah, Auntie Xiangling and Guoba came over. We baked a lot of sweets.”

“Yeah? What did you make?”

“We made lots of cupcakes, and cookies, and cakes. Qiqi also made Guoba a big cake, he ate it in one big bite, Papa!”

The giggle in her voice brought a smile to Ajax’s face, “It must be delicious then? Since my little Qiqi did it.”

As Qiqi talks about what she did, Ajax can’t help but feel slightly better.

However, as the call ends, a heavy realisation hits him.

Now that Zhongli is back in their lives, where does he stand in theirs?

A bitter chuckle escapes him as he leaned back and stared at the unconscious man in the hospital bed.

Looks like he’s going back to being alone, staring longingly at the family he wished he has.

“Was that Qiqi?” a timid voice made him jump.

“Yeah, she says she misses us and bribed us cupcakes if we can go back home as soon as possible.”

He received a quiet chuckle, “I wonder where she learned that from…”

Ajax laughed lightly as well.

There was a quiet moment that passed by.

“How are you feeling?” Ajax asked.

Lumine hummed, “I still can’t believe it...”

“Well, he’s right there, in the flesh.” Ajax joked, slight bitterness laced in his voice.

“Yeah… he is.” was the only response he got.

Silence filled them again, and Ajax had another urge to vomit due to his anxiousness.

He wants to know what Lumine is thinking, how Lumine is feeling, what Lumine will do.

If he still has a place in her heart.

He was about to ask, but soft snores from beside him caught his attention.

His insecurities began taunting him again. Mocking him as flashbacks of him watching his best friend get married to the girl he couldn’t reach resurface again.

He guessed Lumine and him are just never meant to be together.

Ajax wanted to curse the gods who gave them this fate.

The thoughts are getting louder and louder.

His face began to pale, sweat beads began to form as he slowly loses to the overwhelming feeling of the future he had been dreaming of, slowly burn and fade away.

And then silence.

He looked at Lumine sleeping form, her hand softly clutching his pants.

Ajax smiled softly, before intertwining his fingers with hers.

~~~

It was the next day when Zhongli finally had enough energy to stay awake.

Xiao was holding his hand, asleep beside him, only to be woken up by Zhongli getting startled by him.

It was a funny sight, they startled each other awake. They stared at each other for a whole minute before they burst out laughing.

He’s Zhongli’s brother, his little brother that he raised, of course, it wouldn’t take long for him to remember those golden cat-like eyes.

Xiao couldn’t help but ask him questions about what he could remember, and Zhongli had told him what he could. It was only then that Xiao realised he should tell everyone.

Aether was the first one to show up, bringing in food with him as well as his girlfriend. It took Zhongli a few pictures to remind him who he was, but once it triggered his memory, information about Aether started flowing easily in his brain.

He felt embarrassed when he can’t remember Keqing, but Aether explained they never met before and Zhongli felt at ease knowing that.

The room was filled with catching up conversation, a doctor coming in to check on Zhongli and happily announced that Zhongli’s showing much more improvement than they expected.

His last visitors finally arrived.

Zhongli can’t help but got his breath taken away when the blonde goddess that had been haunting his dreams finally walked through the door.

“Lumine…” her name unconsciously escaped his lips.

As if her name was the answer to it all, memories of her and their lives flash before him.

“Z-Zhongli…” she shakily called back, before her feet moved on their own.

Zhongli felt his heart burst when he wrapped his arms around her.

How he had longed to feel her warmth.

They held each other for a long time, they had forgotten about everyone else in the room.

Only being pulled back to reality when they heard a click of the door closing.

“Ajax.” Zhongli smiled at him.

The man smiled back, “Glad to see you alive, Zhongli.”

There was tension in the air that only Zhongli is oblivious to.

“Uhm, Aeth, I think we should go ahead and buy those medications Zhongli needs,” Keqing said wanting to leave the room as she felt like she’s intruding on someone’s privacy.

“Ah… yes, of course.” Aether cleared his throat as he grabbed Keqing’s hand, “You guys go ahead and… talk…” he excused himself to the door, giving Ajax a sympathetic smile.

“I… should also talk to the doctor about how long Zhongli will have to stay here.” Xiao excused himself, surprising Ajax when he hugged him, “I hope you’re alright.” he whispered before leaving the three alone in the room.

“Lumine, my love…” Zhongli smiled as he raised her chin to meet his before sealing their lips together.

Lumine tensed, but Zhongli couldn’t notice it, so lost to the feeling of remembering how much he missed kissing her.

Ajax turned away, pretending to be busy with fixing whatever he could find to distract himself from the sharp stab in his heart.

When Zhongli pulled away, he noticed the shock on Lumine’s face, he frowned, “I apologise… I couldn’t help myself, I should’ve considered how you would’ve felt kissing a man you haven’t seen in years.” he teased lightly.

Lumine laughed it off, watching Ajax from the corner of her eyes.

She and Ajax didn’t talk about what to do yet, yesterday they decided to visit Qiqi. It was difficult trying to pretend that everything’s fine in front of Qiqi. Thankfully the child didn’t notice how her Papa isn’t holding and kissing her Mama as much, nor did she notice how her Mama isn’t talking about how pretty Qiqi will be in her dress during the wedding.

They slept over Aether’s house.

Lumine and Qiqi staying over at the guest’s room while Ajax helped himself in Aether’s fully stocked bar before passing out on the sofa nearby.

The whole car ride wasn’t easy either as the two stayed silent, not quite sure how to approach the subject as well.

“Ajax, I heard about your work, I knew you’d reach high places.” Zhongli chuckled as he recalled what Xiao told him earlier.

Ajax smiled and talked as if nothing’s wrong, as if watching his beloved wrapped around someone’s arms isn’t hurting him.

Lumine isn’t feeling any better, on one hand, she’s still Zhongli’s wife in the brunette’s eyes, and there is still a part of Lumine that missed being wrapped around him, but on the other hand, she had already built something with Ajax, and not being able to support him right now is killing her.

But she couldn’t do anything, as much as she wants to, her feelings are confused as well, her head is filled with emotions that are making her sick that she spent her morning leaning against a toilet, even the smell of food is making her sick.

So now she just stayed there, trying the best she could to join in the conversation when Zhongli asks her some questions.

~~~

“I don’t see why I couldn’t go home with Lumine?” Zhongli frowned as Xiao informed him of their arrangement.

The doctors had given Zhongli the clearance to go home, the brunette is elated with the news, he can finally go home.

However, there seemed to be an uneasiness surrounding the room after the doctor left and Xiao explaining they will be staying together.

“The doctor said I would have a better recovery when I’m with my family, right?” Zhongli asked confused.

“It’s just…” Xiao trailed off, not sure how to explain to his brother about Lumine’s current life.

No one was able to explain it, Zhongli was too happy to be reunited with his wife.

“Your old home was sold,” Ajax said after no one is saying anything.

It stunned Zhongli, “Oh… Where have you been staying?” he asked Lumine who shifted uncomfortably.

“With me,” Ajax answered again.

Zhongli smiled, “Then I’m glad you didn’t have problems with that, I was worried I left you in a bad place. Thank you, Ajax, for watching over her. I hope we can stay there until we can find our own home then?”

Now everyone is uncomfortable, Keqing whispering to Aether to do something, Aether trying to do so, Xiao trying to come up with an excuse, Lumine was looking at Ajax and he knows what it means.

However, he also knows that Lumine isn’t ready, hell Zhongli probably isn’t ready to find out that his best friend is in an intimate relationship with his wife.

“Text Xiangling to clean the place, remove any pictures of us together and bring Qiqi to her place for now,” Ajax whispered.

Lumine nodded before fishing her phone.

“I don’t mind. It should give us time to talk about things.”

The other three people were stunned, Xiao protesting, “I think Zhongli should take a rest first, don’t you think so?”

Aether nodded, “It may be a bit overwhelming for him.”

Zhongli sighed, “I appreciate that you worry about me, but I would really like nothing than to go home with my wife.” the tone in his voice put an end to the discussion.

~~~

“Are you sure about this, Ajax?” Aether asked while they’re waiting outside of the room, “I kinda agree with Xiao that it’s a bit early.

“Lumine was about to blurt out our relationship earlier.” Ajax sighed, “We can at least talk about it at our place, Xiangling should be able to clean up all pictures of Lumine and me being together, and Qiqi will stay with her while we figure something out.”

“But can Zhongli handle it?” the blonde asked.

“The more we wait the more things will be difficult for us. Lumine’s already getting sick from anxiousness. I myself just want this to get it over with.” Ajax murmured the last part.

Aether eyes softened, “I’m really sorry that you guys are in this situation. I can’t imagine the pain you guys are going to but if you need to ransack my mini-bar, I’ll have it stocked up for you.” he tried to brighten up the mood.

“I’ll hold you to that, comrade.” Ajax chuckled, accepting the hug Aether gave him before he was left with a wish of luck and a pat at the back.

Another pair of arms were wrapped around him, “I’m scared.” she said quietly.

Ajax took a deep breath before hugging her close, “Just know that whatever decision you’ll make, I’ll accept it.”

Lumine looked up at him, “I don’t want to make such decision.” a tear rolled down her face, “I couldn’t.”

Ajax smiled sadly, wiping a tear from her cheeks, “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, and nothing will ever change that. Even if you have to leave me, I’ll treasure all the memories we made.”

He leaned closer until their lips sealed.

It felt like a goodbye kiss.

Lumine didn’t like it.

~~~

The ride home was quiet, Zhongli was at the back with Lumine while Ajax drives. The two tries to keep up with Zhongli’s questions about what happened. Thankfully, they are more about the places he used to know instead of about their lives.

When they reached the door, something was terribly wrong, Ajax senses.

It started when he saw a rather familiar car in their driveway, and when they reached the door, there wasn’t silence at the other side of it.

He cursed.

“Is something wrong?” Zhongli asked.

“Uhm, I just forgot I haven’t done groceries and maybe we should eat out-” before Ajax could finish his excuse, the door flew wide open.

“Mama, Papa, you’re finally home! Qiqi missed you!”