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[yerkyokuler]

“Welcome Home” Part 2 to “Can you step out?”

Jude Bellingham x Reader

Post-date night, 7.5 months postpartum

Romantic, warm, suggestive ending

So sorry for the wait, hectic two days 🥲

Let me know if you’d like a part 3 )) 😊

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The door clicked shut behind you, the outside world melting away into the hush of your home. You slipped off your shoes with a soft sigh, the ache in your feet competing only with the warm flutter in your chest. Jude stood just behind you, keys in one hand, his other lightly brushing the small of your back.

“I’ve missed this place,” he murmured, like the restaurant had been a dream and this—just you, him, and home—was where everything made sense again.

You turned to him with a soft smile. “We were gone for three hours.”

“Exactly. Way too long.”

His eyes stayed on you as he shrugged off his jacket, slow and lazy, the white shirt underneath just slightly rumpled from where your fingers had held onto it earlier at dinner. His curls had relaxed a little, falling across his forehead as if they, too, had missed being home.

You moved toward the kitchen to grab a glass of water, but you froze halfway there when you heard the smallest sound.

A little huff.

A baby sigh.

Then the unmistakable shuffle of movement over the baby monitor perched on the counter.

Jude’s head turned. “Is that—?”

You were already moving, barefoot on the floor, past the kitchen and toward the hallway.

He followed, silent behind you.

The nursery was dim, a soft blue nightlight casting a glow over the room. In the crib, Percy was half-awake, fists curled by his face, eyes fluttering. He let out a confused little whimper—more confused than upset.

You leaned over the edge of the crib and reached out gently, brushing a hand over his round cheek.

“It’s okay, baby,” you whispered. “We’re home.”

Jude stepped in beside you, one hand resting on your back, the other reaching to lift Percy into his arms with practiced ease.

“There he is,” Jude murmured, rocking slightly, Percy’s head finding the crook of his shoulder like a magnet. “Hey, little man. You have good dreams?”

Percy let out a sigh that was almost content and settled against him, his tiny hands curling into Jude’s shirt.

You leaned your head against Jude’s arm, eyes fluttering closed. “He smells like lavender and drool.”

“Best combo,” Jude said softly, pressing a kiss to Percy’s curls. “You wanna sit with him a minute?”

You nodded, and the three of you made your way to the armchair in the corner. You curled up together like that—Percy heavy with sleep, your head resting on Jude’s shoulder, Jude’s arm curled around you both.

And for a long, quiet moment, nothing else existed.

Then Jude spoke, voice soft against your hair.

“Can I say something?”

You tilted your head slightly. “You never ask for permission first.”

He smiled, amused. “True. But this one’s extra sappy.”

You closed your eyes again, content. “Go on.”

He shifted, adjusting Percy against his chest, then spoke low into the space between you.

“Tonight… watching you laugh, hearing you talk, seeing you just be—that’s the most you I’ve seen in months. And I know things still feel different, and maybe your body doesn’t feel like it used to. But it’s not about what’s changed. It’s about what’s real. And tonight felt… real. Like we’re finding our rhythm again.”

Your throat tightened at his words, heart fluttering like it had at the beginning, when everything was new and dizzying. But this was deeper. Softer. Earned.

You looked up at him. “I missed you.”

He met your eyes, something warm and raw behind his gaze. “I missed us.”

Percy let out a sigh so dramatic it made you both laugh, the quiet kind that wouldn’t wake him.

You stood slowly, stretching your arms. “I think he’s out again.”

Jude nodded, rising with you, his movements careful. He placed Percy gently back into the crib, pulled the blanket up just a touch, and adjusted the pacifier next to his tiny hand in case he woke again.

You both lingered in the doorway, hand in hand, watching your son sleep like it was a painting in a museum.

Then, without a word, Jude turned and led you toward the kitchen.

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The fridge light was the only thing on—casting that soft, cool glow across the tiles and your skin. You were sipping water, leaning on the counter, when you felt him behind you.

His hands found your hips.

Warm. Firm. Familiar.

“You’re wearing my favorite dress,” he murmured into your shoulder.

“I changed into this one.”

He smirked, mouth brushing the back of your neck. “I know. That’s why it’s my favorite now.”

You set the glass down slowly, already feeling your heartbeat shift.

Jude’s arms wrapped around you from behind, pulling you flush against him.

“You looked stunning tonight,” he said, kissing below your ear. “But this… this is even better.”

You tilted your head, giving him space. “What, me barefoot in the kitchen?”

He chuckled low. “You. Here. Home. Still tasting like wine. Still wearing perfume. Still looking like you’re mine.”

You turned slowly in his arms, your hands resting on his chest.

“I’m always yours,” you whispered.

His eyes darkened just slightly at that. “I know. Doesn’t stop me from needing to remind you.”

You leaned up, and he met you halfway.

The kiss was soft at first. Familiar. Married. Like home.

Then it deepened—slow, careful, but hungry beneath it all.

Jude’s hands found the small of your back, then your waist, then traced the curve of your spine like he’d missed it all this time. Like your body wasn’t something that had changed—but something he was still learning to worship all over again.

He kissed you like time had rewound itself. Like this was the first kiss and the hundredth. His mouth moved with reverence, but also heat—like he wanted to memorize the shape of you again.

Your fingers curled into his shirt, and you felt the low rumble of his laugh against your mouth.

“I’ve been patient,” he murmured against your lips. “Did the whole restaurant thing. Got through dinner without dragging you into the bathroom.”

You gasped, laughing, “Jude!”

“What?” he grinned. “Just being honest. You’re dangerous when you smile like that.”

You brushed your nose against his. “And what do you plan on doing about it now?”

He leaned in, lips brushing yours again. “Thinking about kissing you against the fridge for starters.”

“Very romantic,” you teased.

He kissed you again—deeper this time. “You deserve romance and revenge for wearing this dress.”

You melted against him, giggling into his mouth. “What revenge?”

“Oh, just hours of very gentle, very thorough appreciation,” he said, voice low, lips trailing your jaw. “Might take all night.”

You looked up at him, heart stuttering.

Then you whispered, “We should be quiet.”

He smirked. “I’ll be quiet if you are.”

You swatted his shoulder, and he caught your hand, kissed your wrist, and pulled you back in—close, warm, his mouth finding yours again with that same married-melty energy. His thumb brushed under the fabric at your hip. Just skin. Just love. No pressure. Just a promise.

A promise of slow rediscovery. Of love that had never left, only deepened.

[yerkyokuler]

“Can You Step Out?”

Jude Bellingham x Reader

Warnings: postpartum, insecurity

Genre: angst and fluff, obviously

Word Count: over 3k , sorry 🥲

Thank you so much for the like on my first post, it means the world! Let me know if you want a part 2!

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The living room was filled with the low hum of a lullaby toy, something soft and twinkly that looped endlessly as Percy kicked his chubby legs in the playpen. The sun was just beginning to set, casting a warm, golden light across the floorboards. You’d opened the windows earlier to let in the late afternoon air, and now a gentle breeze fluttered the sheer curtains. The house smelled faintly of baby lotion and Jude’s cologne—woody, musky, warm. Safe.

He was crouched down by the playpen in his white T-shirt—simple, fitted, sleeves rolled a little to show the muscle along his arms, black trousers hugging him just right. He was laughing at something Percy had done, something so small you probably would’ve missed it—a wrinkle of the nose, a gurgle of joy—but Jude looked at him like he’d just invented the moon.

You were in the bedroom, rifling through your side of the closet, trying to find something—anything—that still felt like you.

Tonight was supposed to be nice. Your first real evening out alone since Percy was born seven and a half months ago. You had a reservation. You had a sitter. You had Jude, so excited about it he’d played music while ironing his own shirt like it was prom night.

But now, standing in your bra and jeans, you were holding a dress you used to love and staring at it like it belonged to someone else.

Your body wasn’t the same. You knew that. You’d carried life, delivered him, fed him. But the way your hips had shifted, the way your skin stretched, the way your stomach now had a softness it never used to—it made the idea of this dress suddenly unbearable.

It felt like pretending. Like you were squeezing yourself into a version of yourself Jude hadn’t signed up for.

You heard him coming down the hall, his steps familiar. You quickly clutched the dress to your chest and called out, voice more brittle than you meant it to be.

“Can you—um… can you step out? I just wanna change.”

He stopped in the doorway. Confused at first. You saw the hesitation cross his face.

“Oh—yeah, of course,” he said, voice light. “You okay?”

You nodded too quickly. “Yeah. Just… I’m good. Just gimme a sec.”

He lingered a moment. Then nodded, flashing you a quick smile. “Alright. Shout if you need help with the zip, yeah?”

You shut the door gently after he turned away and leaned back against it. That smile of his—it always made things worse when you were holding onto feelings you didn’t want to share. It was too kind. Too easy to believe in.

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Down the hall, Jude walked back to the living room slowly, chewing on the inside of his cheek. You’d never asked him to step out like that before. Not even once. You’d always been pretty open, even when you weren’t feeling your best. Which meant…

Something was off.

He knelt back down beside Percy, who was now gnawing on a rubber giraffe like it owed him money. “What’s up with Mummy, hmm?” he asked softly.

Percy blinked up at him with those wide brown eyes—the same ones Jude saw in the mirror every morning—and let out a happy sigh that sounded like a whistle. Jude ruffled his dark curls, but he kept glancing toward the bedroom.

He thought about the dress you were holding. The one he loved seeing you in—the way it made your eyes look even brighter. But maybe you didn’t love it anymore. Maybe it didn’t feel the same.

He sat back, resting on his hands, and looked at the wall for a while. Listening. Thinking. Trying to remember the last time you talked about how you felt—about your body, about all the changes. He’d been so wrapped up in loving Percy, in making sure you had help and rest and food and warmth… but had he stopped looking? Had he stopped seeing you?

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You gave up on the dress. It was too tight around the ribs anyway. Everything felt too snug. Like your body didn’t belong to you.

You pulled on a different outfit—looser, easier. Still nice, but safer. You paused in front of the mirror and adjusted the top, your fingertips brushing your soft stomach. Your chest. The stretch marks that traced your hips now like rivers.

The words came out in a whisper before you even meant them to.

“Doesn’t feel like me anymore.”

And when you turned to grab your earrings, there was a knock at the door.

Soft.

Gentle.

“Babe?”

You swallowed. “Yeah?”

“…Can I come in?”

You hesitated. Then sighed. “Yeah. Come in.”

The door opened slowly, and Jude stepped in, careful, like he knew he was walking into a place that felt delicate.

His eyes fell on you, and they softened instantly. But not out of pity. Not sadness. Just love.

“Hey,” he said.

You smiled, but it didn’t reach your eyes. “Hey.”

He didn’t rush to touch you, didn’t barrel in with solutions. Just stood there, watching you with a kind of patient quiet. “You don’t like it?”

You shrugged. “It’s fine. I just… I thought I did. I don’t know.”

His brow furrowed gently. “Is it the dress or… something else?”

You tried to brush it off. “It’s dumb. Doesn’t matter.”

His voice didn’t waver. “Matters to me.”

You looked away, your throat tightening. “It’s just… I don’t feel like myself. Not really. And I don’t know what you see when you look at me, but it’s not what I see anymore. And I didn’t want you to see me standing there like that—looking weird and stretched and just… not me.”

The words hung heavy in the air.

Jude’s eyes didn’t leave you once. He took a step forward, then another, until he was standing right in front of you.

“Can I say something?” he asked quietly.

You nodded, blinking quickly.

He touched your arm gently. “You say you’re not you… but all I see when I look at you is exactly who you are. The woman I love. The mother of my son. The person who carried him and loved him before I even knew what he’d look like.”

He paused, reaching for your hand. “You look at yourself and see stretch marks and softness and changes. I look at you and see the person who gave me the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You made him. You made Percy. Every bit of you that changed… it changed because of love. Because of life. And that’s not something I’ll ever want to unsee.”

Your eyes burned. “You say that, but—”

“I say that because I mean it,” he interrupted gently. “And I see you. Still. Always.”

You sniffled, laughing once, watery. “You’re making it really hard to be mad at my own body right now.”

He grinned. “Good. Your body deserves better than your anger.”

You leaned into him then, and his arms wrapped around you instantly. Strong. Familiar. Warm.

He kissed your temple. “You smell like my shampoo.”

“I used it ‘cause I ran out of mine.”

He pulled back to look at you, eyes playful. “You sure you didn’t use it just so I’d spend the whole evening trying not to climb over the dinner table?”

You laughed, smacking his chest lightly. “Jude.”

“What?” he said, feigning innocence. “You’re my wife. I can’t be a little obsessed?”

He leaned in, nosing at your jaw. “You have to know you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Like this. Right now. Exactly as you are.”

You melted under his words, forehead resting against his. “Thank you. I needed that more than I knew.”

“You’re allowed to not love everything right away,” he murmured. “But just know—I love it. I love you. And I want you to feel like you again. Whatever that looks like. Even if it means trying on every outfit in the closet until we’re late.”

You smiled, and this time it reached your eyes. “You’re not even mad?”

He raised a brow. “You kidding? You could wear your old dressing gown from uni and I’d still be staring.”

You laughed, cheeks warm. “Now that’s a lie.”

He stepped back, eyes running down your figure with a smirk. “Nope. But this?” he added, pointing to your current outfit. “This is doing things to me.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, but the way he looked at you—like you were something holy—it stayed with you. From the playpen, Percy let out a squeal. You both turned, and Jude’s face lit up again.

“I think he’s cheering for you,” Jude said, grabbing your hand and pulling you gently toward the door. “Or maybe for himself.

He did get your good looks, after all.”

You leaned your head on his shoulder as you walked.

“He has your eyes,” you whispered. “And your smile.”

Jude laughed. “Good. He’ll need ‘em. Especially with the way I plan on embarrassing him in front of his future dates.” You both paused at the doorway, watching Percy roll over with determination.

Jude’s arm slipped around your waist.

“You ready to go?” he asked.

You looked up at him, then down at your son, then back at yourself in the hallway mirror.

Maybe you weren’t exactly who you used to be. Maybe that was okay.

“Yeah,” you said softly. “I think I am.”

And as Jude leaned down to kiss you again—slow, certain, grateful—you finally let yourself believe him.

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Just One Job - Kylian Mbappe

Hiiiii! I'm new here and I decided to start writing and make it my hobby. Critiques are highly appreciated and feedback is really important. Requests are open! No smut though)))

Kylian Mbappe x F!reader

Warnings: baby getting hurt

Fluff tad bit of fighting and angst , only if you squint

The quiet hum of a rare day off wrapped around your cozy home like a soft blanket. Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of your living room, casting golden patches on the wooden floors where Layli sat, babbling to herself as she played with a plush bunny.

You were in your soft cotton robe, hair tied in a lazy bun, sipping on your lukewarm tea. Kylian sat beside Layli, stretched out on the floor, laughing at the way she tried to mimic the sounds he made. She was in that stage of barely-sitting, barely-standing—so small, but with a wild, determined heart that was every bit her father’s.

You looked at them both and smiled, your heart swelling with that warm ache of happiness that made your chest feel full.

“Ky,” you said, gently, putting down your mug, “I need to use the bathroom—can you just keep an eye on her?”

He gave you a mock salute. “Yes, ma’am. Full bodyguard mode activated.”

You chuckled, ruffling his curls as you passed. “You’ve got one job, babe. Just don’t let her swan dive off the couch.”

“Relax,” he said with a grin. “I’m a professional.”

You shook your head fondly and disappeared down the hall, trusting him, like always.

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Two Minutes Later

The bathroom tap ran as you washed your hands. You could still hear the muffled sound of Layli giggling, Kylian’s voice sweet and playful. And then—quiet.

The kind of quiet that immediately tightens a parent’s chest.

You paused. “Ky?” you called out.

No response.

You dried your hands quickly, stepping out and heading back down the hallway—and then everything seemed to slow down.

You saw Kylian by the window, pacing with his phone to his ear, murmuring about some minor scheduling issue. His back was to the room. Layli—tiny, curious, brave—was trying to pull herself up on the couch cushion.

“Kylian—!”

You shouted his name just as Layli lost her balance, her hand slipping on the edge of the couch. You barely had time to blink before she tumbled forward, the small thud of her mouth hitting the wood floor cutting straight through your heart like a blade.

“LAYLI!”

You rushed forward as she let out a piercing cry, her tiny hands flailing, mouth opened in a scream that sounded more like betrayal than pain. You dropped to your knees, scooping her into your arms.

Her lip was bleeding.

Your baby’s lip was bleeding.

“What the f—” Kylian turned around at the sound of her wailing, phone dropping onto the couch. His face went pale. “What happened?!”

“She fell off the couch!” you snapped, rocking Layli gently, pressing her to your chest. “She fell, Kylian. I told you to watch her!”

“I—” he stumbled forward, hands out, panicked. “I was—just for a second—I thought she was still—”

“She hit her mouth,” you said, voice trembling, trying not to cry in front of her. “She’s bleeding. Oh my God—her teeth. Her gums—”

You were already inspecting her, fingers gently wiping away the blood from her lips with a trembling tissue. She wailed harder at the touch, her tiny fingers clinging to your robe.

Kylian stood frozen, devastated. “I didn’t—she was just sitting there—I swear I was right here.”

You didn’t respond.

You couldn’t. Your heart was pounding too hard. She was hurt. And she trusted you to protect her.

“Do we go to urgent care?” you whispered, more to yourself than him.

“She’s okay, she’s—let me hold her—”

“No,” you said sharply, pulling her closer. “You were supposed to hold her. Watch her.”

His face crumpled. You didn’t mean to be cruel—but your daughter had blood on her bib and a fat, swelling lip. Your brain couldn’t see reason over the sound of her sobs.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I swear, I didn’t think—”

“Well, you didn’t have to think. You had to watch her. One job, Kylian. Just one job.”

He looked like you’d just slapped him.

“I didn’t mean for this to happen,” he said softly, sitting down slowly on the couch, eyes wide with guilt. “I’d die before I let her get hurt.”

“She got hurt,” you said, standing now, rocking her in your arms.

Layli had quieted a little, her whimpers soft, her fingers tangled in your shirt. But your heart was still racing.

You didn’t say anything for a while. Neither did he.

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Fifteen Minutes Later

You were in the nursery with Layli, dabbing a cool cloth on her mouth while she drifted to sleep. You finally let out the tears you’d held back earlier, silent ones that rolled down your cheeks as you kissed her soft curls.

From the door, Kylian watched, his face a portrait of guilt. He didn’t speak until you glanced over.

“I swear,” he said, voice cracked, “if I could trade places with her, I would. I keep seeing it over and over in my head. I should’ve been right there.”

You said nothing.

“She was looking right at me,” he whispered, swallowing thickly. “Like she was proud she was standing. And I wasn’t even looking.”

That broke something in you.

You held Layli close, then carefully got up, walked toward him.

“She’s okay,” you murmured finally. “But that could’ve been worse.”

“I know,” he nodded.

“And you—you can’t do that again, Ky. I need you present. Not pacing around like it’s a press day. You had one job.”

He looked down. “I deserved that.”

You sighed. “I know you didn’t mean for it. But she’s just a baby.”

“I messed up.”

“Yeah,” you said, softer now. “But you’re hers. And she needs her papa to be more than just around.”

He exhaled, stepping closer. “I will be.”

You finally let your head rest on his shoulder. “I was just so scared.”

“I know, mon cœur,” he said, kissing the crown of your head. “I was too.”

Layli had drifted to sleep in your arms, her tiny body finally relaxing as the pain subsided. You had managed to soothe her with kisses and soft lullabies, her little breaths soft and steady against your chest.

Kylian hadn’t been able to stop himself from checking on her every few minutes, glancing at her as she slept. His eyes had softened when he saw her calm down, but his guilt hadn’t gone away. It still clung to him like a heavy weight.

He looked at you. “Can I hold her? Just for a minute?”

You gave him a soft nod, stepping aside as he came toward the crib.

He gently lifted Layli into his arms, his large hands cradling her like she was the most fragile thing in the world. His eyes softened as he gazed down at her, his lips trembling with the weight of everything he was feeling.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered to her, his voice thick with emotion. “I don’t ever want to let you down. I can’t... I can’t believe I let this happen.”

You stood in the doorway, watching the man you loved as he held his daughter close. For all the glitz and glamour of the football field, this was the real Kylian. The tender, vulnerable one who couldn’t bear to see his daughter hurt.

As you took a step forward, you noticed the tears glistening in his eyes.

“Ky,” you whispered, voice gentle. “It’s okay. She’s okay. You’re okay.”

He didn’t answer, his gaze fixed on Layli. And then, as if she had heard his words, Layli’s little hand twitched. Slowly, she opened her eyes—just a sliver—and raised her tiny hand, reaching for him.

Kylian froze. His breath hitched.

Layli’s small fingers brushed against his cheek, her tiny hand gently cupping his face. She blinked a few times, her eyes still heavy with sleep, and then, in a small, quiet voice, she murmured, “Papa.”

Kylian’s chest tightened, and for a moment, he couldn’t move. It was as if the world had paused just for that moment—his baby, awake and reaching for him, calling him. He leaned forward, his lips brushing her tiny hand as he kissed it gently, his voice barely a whisper.

“I’m sorry, my love,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I’ll never let you fall again.”

Layli’s eyes fluttered closed again, and she settled back into his arms. Kylian stood there for a long time, cradling her close, his tears falling silently as he held onto her. He wasn’t sure how long he stood there—minutes, maybe hours—just trying to make sense of the weight of everything. The guilt, the love, the forgiveness he didn’t deserve but had somehow found in the eyes of his little girl.

You stepped forward, resting your hand gently on his shoulder.

“I know you’re scared,” you said softly. “But you’re her hero. You always will be.”

Kylian turned to you, his eyes wet, and you saw the relief in them. The understanding that this wasn’t the end, that mistakes could be forgiven and life could move forward.

And in that moment, as the three of you stood together—quiet, broken, but healing—everything felt like it was exactly as it should be.

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That Evening

The three of you were curled up in bed. Layli was lying in the middle, her swollen lip a little red but no longer bleeding. You had a soft pink ice pack next to her, and a million pillows protecting her from rolling.

Kylian kissed your temple, again and again.

“I forgive you,” you whispered.

He held your hand. “I’ll never forgive myself.”

“You will. You’re a good father. You just…” you looked at him. “Can’t forget to be one, even on your day off.”

He nodded.

Then his hand slipped beneath the sheets to your thigh, just slightly, and he whispered, “Let me make it up to you…”

You gave him a look. “Ky.”

“I just want to hold you,” he said, grin sheepish.

You laughed softly. “Okay.”

He leaned over Layli and kissed you. “I won’t take my eyes off you or her.”

[yerkyokuler]

Inevitable (Series Masterlist) | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader (ft. ot6)

Genre/Tags: exes au, parents au, baseball player!JK; angst, fluff, smut (18+)

Series Warnings: foul language, alcohol consumption, minor character death, talks of insecurities, explicit sexual content (oral sex, fingering, making out, straddling, unprotected/protected penetrative sex but be safe please! specific warnings will be written on applicable chapters)

Series Word count: ~89.8k

Summary: You convinced Jungkook to break up years ago so he could pursue his lifelong baseball dream. Now he’s back home, staring at you, and the little boy next to you who looks unmistakably like him.

A/N: I love exes aus, and (athlete) dad Jungkook does things to me and after months of this little family living in my head, I finally got to put them into writing. So I hope you enjoy knowing them as much as I loved writing them 🥰 Also, my knowledge on baseball (and the MLB and the KBO) is quite shallow so for wrong terms and stuff… please ignore!

Prologue (wc: 2.2k)

Chapter 01 (wc: 6.9k)

Chapter 02 (wc: 7.2k)

Chapter 03 (wc: 7.7k)

Chapter 04 (wc: 9.9k)

Chapter 05 (wc: 7.5k)

Chapter 06 (wc: 7.7k)

Chapter 07 (wc: 6.6k)

Chapter 08 (wc: 14.7k)

Epilogue (final) (wc: 6.3k) 

Only Love: An Inevitable Epilogue (wc: 13k) || End

masterlist

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[yerkyokuler]

Hi, I saw that you commented on my Kylian Fan fics and I just want to say that I appreciate your comment and it really means so much that someone enjoys my work thank you🤗

Oh my days! Absolutely! I lOVE LOVE LOVE YOUR WorK!

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Before I Leave You Pt.57

(Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: You, Hobi, and a dead body are not things that Jin wants to think about in the same sentence.

Tags: Limited Horror, limited Gore, panic attacks, breakdowns, unhealthy coping mechanisms, alcohol, drinking to forget, trauma, trauma bonds, Namjoon has dad energy and daddy energy, overprotective behavior, babbying, hurt/comfort, fluff, angst, implied/referenced passed trauma, Short smut sections, tae’s dick is briefly referred to as a clit, trans! tae, role playing, wlw, brief virginity play, brief mention of spanking, unintended voyeurism, 

W/c: 7.7k

A/N: Ahhhhh I wasn’t happy with this chapter for the vast majority of me writing it, my life is about to get very stressful very quickly so don’t be surprised if i go mia for a few days <3 any love you can throw my way this next week will be!!! very very needed and welcome!

Previous Chapter - Masterlist

It’s nearing 5 am and the sun is only just rising.

The fog hangs over the crashing waves like a heavy shroud, reflecting the flashing blue and red lights harder, making them more vibrant. The ocean Turns deep and angry as the low tide shifts. Loud and blocking out the sound of everything, even the sirens and commotion of no less than 3 dozen FBI agents, about 8 different medical personnel, and 3 very disgruntled police officers.

You, Hobi, and a dead body are not things that Jin wants to think about in the same sentence.

Keep reading

[yerkyokuler]

Please Love Me (Series Masterlist) | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader

Genre/Tags: arranged marriage, childhood friends, CEO kids; angst, fluff, smut

Series Warnings: seemingly controlling parents but not really, sexism, alochol consumption, foul language, sexual content (fingering, hand job, making out, breast play, straddling, oral sex (m & f receiving), unprotected sex) (18+) - specific warnings will be written on applicable chapters

Word count: 64,350 (main story + follow-up)

Series summary: As the only unmarried Jeon and Kim children, your families propose a union to symbolize your unbreakable bond that spans generations. But despite developing an affection for Jungkook growing up, he never returned it; he never seemed to like you, actually. You’re okay with the proposal, but surprise surprise, he isn’t.

A/N: This story is growing so I decided to put up a masterlist! Thank you so much for still going back to read this; they’re truly one of my favorite couples. 🥰🥰 @jeonwiixard also made a moodboard for this some time ago; do check it out! 🙂

Main story + Follow Up

Part 01 (wc: 13k)

Part 02 (wc: 16.6k)

Part 03 (wc: 18.3k)

The Honeymoon (16.3k)

Bonus/Drabbles

01: Seeing an old fling. Again.

02: The Talk pt.2

03: That canceled dinner

04: Date night

05: Camping

06: I tell you everything

07: The Fight

08: The Aftermath

09: The Lake House

10: I want this so much.

[yerkyokuler]

I need to stop reading ✨smut✨ when I’m on my🩸period🩸

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Fallen Arrangement || jjk

-> As the daughter of a king, your destiny has always been to take over the throne when you become of age. You just didn't expect your father to give you the throne so soon. And you definitely didn't expect it to come with a husband.

Or

-> Your devil of a father arranges your marriage with a neighboring prince while you're secretly carrying on an affair with a peasant boy.

Pairing: prince!jungkook x princess!reader, village boy!jimin x princess!reader

Genre/au: royal!au, angst, fluff, smut, drama, coming of age, forbidden romance, fake dating!au, strangers to lovers, arranged marriage!au, every over done Kdrama shit cliché you can think of but in fanfic form tbh

Warnings to be noted per part but here are the major tw: explicit sexual content, violence/torture in a dungeon, blood/injury, murder, minor character death, grief, emotional trauma casued by manipulation and dictatorship, physical assault

Wc: 96K

a/n: happy birth-month to our beloved Koo <3 in honor of our precious Koo, I'm dropping a revised version of the very first Jungkook fic I ever wrote. Surprise surprise there's some jimin x reader in here too lmao don't come at me please. anyways when I was eighteen, I was majoring in English Literature and I had so many papers to write it was ugly. soooo I wrote this fanfic instead. since it's Koo's bday month and I'm feeling nostalgic, let's all check it out, shall we? pls be gentle. bc it's so long I'm splitting it into parts.

Enjoy this series while I work on After Hours which is TBA in Oct-Nov 😍💞

Taglist: @staerryminimini @unicornbabylover @kookieswan @sugarflywme @dvalitaes @kookiecrumb @jeonsjiddies @taeshobipop @jktones @myooniverse @miscelunaaa @highly-functioning-mitochondria @azreeeeee @armys-dna @thesugatoyourtae @jmforevs @kimprosperi @jjkeverlast @joontied @pamzn @ssaboala @hobipost @shotalvr @jimilter @sleepilysworld @rjsmochii @familiarlikemymirror3 @gimmethatagustd @alluringfairies @minijagiya @roseyykris @jwnghyuns @alora162021 @kaitaesupremacy @squawkadoodledoo @jimin2014 @jminthinker @femmesstuff @valhallawhispers @bora-kat

If you are 18+ and would like to be added, feel free to comment, reblog, or send an ask or dm to be added to the taglist!! 💜

—☆ Part 1 (18.6K)

—☆ Part 2 (20K)

—☆ Part 3 (22K)

—☆ Part 4 (16.5K)

—☆ Part 5 (19K)

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𝟏.𝟑𝐤 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

thank you for 1.3k followers. i love all of you so so much. thank you for all the support, it means the world !! kinda copying cinta with this celebration ngl 😗

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there are so many more i wanted to include on this list, but it only lets me tag 50, so maybe i’ll do another list for a future celebration <33

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Cut Me Open (ft. Yoongi) Part 01 [M]

→ marriedcouple!au, surgeon!au spin-off from CardioPalps → 15k words, rated for sex, possible triggers (talk of divorce/miscarriage/family issues), and medical jargon that took me 5ever to research 

→ part 1 | part 2 coming soon

A/N: So the second part is definitely on its way. It just ended up being way too long together to make it a full fic. But please, don’t think that this is how it ends! Stay tuned for the second part! 

Love. 

Neuroscience and Biology like to tell us that it’s a side-effect of a release of a hormone called Dopamine and oxytocin, the same two hormones released when the guy living under the bridge snorts up another line of coke, and when the horribly suffering and screaming woman holds the human she just pushed out of her vagina for the first time in her arms. 

Doctors like to ignore it, ignore the religious and hippie suggestions that “love can conquer anything,” because we, like many other medical professions, believe in science. 

We don’t believe those superstitions that if a man is diagnosed with a tumor but learns to love his life and fights for it, he is magically healed of his fatal diagnosis. No, we smile and nod at the patient and his family, congratulate him, and then turn around and walk away because we know that it was the chemo therapy and the gamma rays we shined into his thoracic cavity that destroyed all the stomach cancer cells along with his hair follicles. But what the patients don’t know won’t kill them. 

But, aside from love, a reason why the medical field has the third highest divorce rates in the world, is because we doctors are professional line-drawers. 

We draw lines for a living. Not the plastic surgeon, sharpie-a-line-over-your-boob kind of line, but a physical, emotional, spiritual, and mental line. Theres always the line, the one that lies between a living patient and a dead patient. There’s always the line that you mustn’t cross with the people on your surgical table, the difference between a bleeding aorta nicked by the slip of the hand weilding the scalpel and a healthy one. There’s the lines you must draw with your co-workers, the ones who you don’t dare call your friends because then everyone would know that you too don’t have friends outside the workplace. 

And then, there’s the line you draw with those who you love. Whether or not they’re sitting on your table, brain flap open for you to probe, you must draw lines. You can’t operate on someone who’s close or related to you. You can’t offer to waive fees for someone who you once respected back in high school. You can’t be in relationships with your patients, friendly or sexual. 

And you definitely shouldn’t be married to your partner, and co-leader of your department, who currently despises your guts as much as you hate performing rectal exams this far into your career. 

You wished you knew that when you agreed to this job five years ago. 

Keep reading

[yerkyokuler]

MEMBER :

seokjin // yoongi // hoseok // namjoon // jimin 

taehyung // jungkook // all members // poly // yoonji

TYPE :

series // drabble // two shots 

WORD COUNT :

less than 1k // 1k-5k // 6k-10k // 11k-15k

16k-19k // 20k up // 30k up // 40k up

GENRE :

angst // fluff // smut // action // drama

fantasy // crack // horror // mystery

REACTION :

reaction // mafia // supernatural // family // smut

SPECIFIC READER INSERTS:

idol!reader // supernatural!reader

SPECIFIC DAD MEMBERS:

dad!jin // dad!yoongi // dad!hobi // dad!joon // dad!jimin // dad!taehyung // dad!kook // dad!bts

AU :

A - E

accident | actor / actress | angel | anniversary | arranged marriage | assassin | attorney | author

bad boy / bad girl | baker | based on other media (movies etc) | best friends (to lovers) | best friend’s brother | birthday | boss | brother’s best friend

camping | ceo | chef | childhood friends | christmas | college | confession | coworker | criminal

dancer | date | demon (incubus, succubus) | dilf | divorce | domestic

enemies to lovers | established relationship | exes | exes to lovers

F - I 

fake dating | flight attendant | florist | fraternity | friends to lovers | friends with benefits | fuck boy / fuck girl | fuck buddies

gamer | gang | ghost | god

halloween | heir | hero | high school | historical | hogwarts | hotelier | hybrid

idol

J - O

las vegas wedding | librarian

mafia | magic | marriage | matchmaking | medical | mermaid / merman | mind reader | multiverse | musician

neighbors | new relationship 

one night stand | opposite to lovers

P - S

parents | pet (character/s have pets) | pilot | podcast | police | prank | pregnancy  | producer | proposal

racer | reincarnation | resident advisor | rich | roommate | royalty (kings, queens & anything)

secret admirer | secret relationship | shifter | single parent | slice of life | slow burn | soulmate | sports | spy ( + secret agent) | staff | stalker | stepbrother | strangers to lovers | sugar daddy | supernatural

T - Z

tattoo artist | teacher | time travel | tsundere

unplanned pregnancy

valentine’s | vampire | vet | vlogger

werewolf | witch | wizard

yandere

zombie

SETTING :  

airport // library // studio // car // cafe // office // wedding 

SMUT RELATED:

impreg kink // roleplay // pwp // thirst // threesome // pregnancy sex // somnophilia // virgin // cockwarming

MISC :

ao3 // wayback machine // fave

light angst // super angst // collab // unfinished series

fic au never read // not thoroughly read // to read

FAVORITE:

the you have a baby but he doesn’t know

[yerkyokuler]

Also can I have 43 from blue banisters with my baby Henry? 🥺🤍

Hello, Anna! Another one for you for OUR baby Henry. 🤣😚

HENRY WILSON (“SHIVERING SOLDIER”) + “Don’t have to write me a letter ‘cause I’ll always be right here, closer to you than your next breath, my dear.” prompt

WORD COUNT: 480

You met him in the park under a big tree on the bench. Your usual spot and your prettiest dress for a special, sad occasion. Some people were saying it could be the last time you’d see him…

Henry showed up a bit late than usual. He was in his brand new uniform already and your eyes welled with tears.

“Hi, butterfly,” he greeted you with his usual pet name but his voice broke despite his wide smile.

“Hi, soldier,” you waved at him and Henry sat next to you to place a sweet kiss on your lips.

“Got something for my girl,” he handed you a small box.

“Oh, Henry, you didn’t have to…!” you gasped and opened it. There was his picture inside and a necklace with his ring.

“So you don’t forget me, butterfly, hm?” his finger caressed your cheek gently like you were made of glass.

“I would never, Henry,” you sniffled and put your arms around his neck to hug him. “Will you take my picture with yourself, too?”

“I already have it packed.”

“I will write to you every day!” you promised.

“That’s very kind of you but don’t worry. Don’t have to write me a letter ‘cause I’ll always be right here, closer to you than your next breath, my dear.”

“Oh, Henry…!” you burst into tears and he made a worried expression before wiping your tears carefully with his fingertips. “I know you’ll be with me always…” you squeezed his ring in your hand. “But what about you? You’ll feel so lonely there… I will write to you.”

“I don’t want you to forget about me but I’m not selfish, (Y/N). I don’t want you to think about me too much. Don’t wait for me.”

“I will wait forever, Henry.”

“I might not come back,” he chuckled nervously.

“Then forever alone I shall stay,” you whispered. “I won’t allow any other man to even steal a kiss from me because my lips, my body, my heart... They belong to you.”

“You’re so sweet,” his eyes welled with tears as well and he looked away quickly to blink a few times. “I still don’t know why I’m so lucky… Out of all the boys here, I am the luckiest.”

“If you consider yourself so lucky, what are your plans after coming back from the war?” you asked playfully to distract yourself from sadness.

“I will marry you if you still want me then.”

“I will always want you, Henry Wilson.”

“You know what they say… Some men… They come back but they come back different,” he swallowed thickly.

“I will always want you,” you repeated seriously and cupped his face to make him turn his head around and look at you again. “Better and worse, kind and mean, happy and sad, dead and alive. It will always be you.”

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💗 Stories with this sign 🌈 mean that the pairing is gay or the Reader is gender neutral.

💗 Stories with this sign 🔞 are 18+.

💗 Stories with this sign 💀 are part of my creepy au and contain dark / creepy themes.

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ONE–SHOTS:

💗 [TOMMY SHELBY x LINDA SHELBY] 💗 🌸 “Linda Always Knows Best” — This is an experiment story in which I wanted to work on Tommy x Linda dynamics.

PREFERENCES:

🌸🌈🔞💀 “So You Stay”

🌸 “No Kids In The House”

⭐ TOMMY SHELBY MASTERLIST

BLURBS:

🌸 Michael Gray flirting with his secretary…

🌸 “He loves me with every beat of his cocaine heart”

🌸 Michel Gray not wanting you to move on

🌸 “I’m finally happy now that you’re gone” & “Are you gonna hurt me now or are you gonna hurt me later?” & “So you think you’re in charge? Do you? Acting like a big shot”

🌸 “I tried so hard to act nice like a lady. You taught me that it was good to be crazy”

HEADCANONS:

🌸 Michael Gray dating a girl with a daughter that is not his would include…

ONE–SHOTS:

🌸💀 “Dark – But Just A Game” — Michael reunites with his old friend from the village and feels the urge to ruin and spoil her.

🌸 “Big Decisions” — Michael and his girlfriend have to make a decision if they should let Luca Changretta get Tommy or not.

🌸💀 “Psychomachy” — Michael’s new secretary becomes the victim of the demons fighting inside of him.

SHORT MULTI–CHAPTER STORIES:

🌸 “Catch Your Dreams, City Boy” ⭐ Part I — You and Henry used to be together, but one day he left the village and you behind. Now you visit him in the hospital with his mum. ⭐ Part II — Michael wants to be a part of your life. He wants you and your daughter to go to New York with him.

BLURBS:

🌸🔞💀 Sex headcanons for John Shelby in Creepy AU

🌸 “Hold me, spoon me and I’ll pretend in your arms that I am pregnant with your baby"

ONE–SHOTS:

🌸 “Alright” — You’re helping John after his nightmare. Set in Season One.

🌸 “The Happiest Man In England” — John comes home from work to see his wife and kids all sleeping on the bed.

BLURBS:

🌸 “He loves me with every beat of his cocaine heart” & “I’ll love you with all the madness in my soul”

🌸🌈 “I just can’t face myself alone again”

ONE–SHOTS:

🌸 “Strangely Fit Together” — You’ve always had a crush on Arthur and now he’s back from France, but everything is different these days.

🌸 “Afterlife” — You have a crush on Arthur for a long time now, so when you find about his death, you’re devastated. You visit Tommy and talk about your feelings. You have no idea that his brother is in fact not dead.

HEADCANONS:

🌸 Finn Shelby falling for Charlie’s nanny that unconsciously reminds him of his mother would include…

BLURBS:

🌸 Bonnie x Reader for @bonniesgoldengirl birthday

🌸🔞💀 Bonnie Gold really liking that his wife is smaller than him

🌸💀 Bonnie Gold stealing someone else’s girl

🌸 “They took you away, stole you out of my life” & “Your soul is haunting me and telling me that everything is fine, but I wish I was dead” & “I’m scared that you won’t be waiting on the other side”

🌸 “Loving you forever can’t be wrong” & “They say I’m too young to love you”

ONE–SHOTS:

🌸 “It Can’t Be All There Is” — Your parents don’t want you to date Bonnie. They have very different plans for your future.

BLURBS:

🌸 Luca Changretta spending a cold rainy night in with his lady…

🌸 “Life makes sense when I’m with you”

HEADCANONS:

🌸 Luca Changretta’s wife meeting his family would include…

ONE–SHOTS:

🌸 “Sunday Morning” — Your children wake you and Luca up early in the morning.

BLURBS:

🌸💀 Alfie Solomons finding himself a proper wife

🌸 Alfie Solomons with a cheerful wife

ONE–SHOTS:

🌸 “The Solomons” — You are sick of Alfie’s behaviour and the way he treats your husband.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE:

💗 All my stories are tagged with #lilysfiction.

💗 Stories with this sign 🌈 mean that the pairing is gay or the Reader is gender neutral.

💗 Stories with this sign 🔞 are 18+.

💗 Stories with this sign 💀 are part of my creepy au and contain dark / creepy themes.

💗 I try to write my Readers the way they can be easy to relate to for everyone, but if you find some exclusive description of the Reader’s appearance, then please message me. 🖐🏻🖐🏼🖐🏽🖐🏾🖐🏿

ONE–SHOTS:

💗 [TOMMY SHELBY x LINDA SHELBY] 💗 🌸 “Linda Always Knows Best” — This is an experiment story in which I wanted to work on Tommy x Linda dynamics.

PREFERENCES:

🌸🌈🔞💀 “So You Stay”

🌸 “No Kids In The House”

⭐ TOMMY SHELBY MASTERLIST

BLURBS:

🌸 Michael Gray flirting with his secretary…

🌸 “He loves me with every beat of his cocaine heart”

🌸 Michel Gray not wanting you to move on

🌸 “I’m finally happy now that you’re gone” & “Are you gonna hurt me now or are you gonna hurt me later?” & “So you think you’re in charge? Do you? Acting like a big shot”

🌸 “I tried so hard to act nice like a lady. You taught me that it was good to be crazy”

HEADCANONS:

🌸 Michael Gray dating a girl with a daughter that is not his would include…

ONE–SHOTS:

🌸💀 “Dark – But Just A Game” — Michael reunites with his old friend from the village and feels the urge to ruin and spoil her.

🌸 “Big Decisions” — Michael and his girlfriend have to make a decision if they should let Luca Changretta get Tommy or not.

🌸💀 “Psychomachy” — Michael’s new secretary becomes the victim of the demons fighting inside of him.

SHORT MULTI–CHAPTER STORIES:

🌸 “Catch Your Dreams, City Boy” ⭐ Part I — You and Henry used to be together, but one day he left the village and you behind. Now you visit him in the hospital with his mum. ⭐ Part II — Michael wants to be a part of your life. He wants you and your daughter to go to New York with him.

BLURBS:

🌸🔞💀 Sex headcanons for John Shelby in Creepy AU

🌸 “Hold me, spoon me and I’ll pretend in your arms that I am pregnant with your baby"

ONE–SHOTS:

🌸 “Alright” — You’re helping John after his nightmare. Set in Season One.

🌸 “The Happiest Man In England” — John comes home from work to see his wife and kids all sleeping on the bed.

BLURBS:

🌸 “He loves me with every beat of his cocaine heart” & “I’ll love you with all the madness in my soul”

🌸🌈 “I just can’t face myself alone again”

ONE–SHOTS:

🌸 “Strangely Fit Together” — You’ve always had a crush on Arthur and now he’s back from France, but everything is different these days.

🌸 “Afterlife” — You have a crush on Arthur for a long time now, so when you find about his death, you’re devastated. You visit Tommy and talk about your feelings. You have no idea that his brother is in fact not dead.

HEADCANONS:

🌸 Finn Shelby falling for Charlie’s nanny that unconsciously reminds him of his mother would include…

BLURBS:

🌸 Bonnie x Reader for @bonniesgoldengirl birthday

🌸🔞💀 Bonnie Gold really liking that his wife is smaller than him

🌸💀 Bonnie Gold stealing someone else’s girl

🌸 “They took you away, stole you out of my life” & “Your soul is haunting me and telling me that everything is fine, but I wish I was dead” & “I’m scared that you won’t be waiting on the other side”

🌸 “Loving you forever can’t be wrong” & “They say I’m too young to love you”

ONE–SHOTS:

🌸 “It Can’t Be All There Is” — Your parents don’t want you to date Bonnie. They have very different plans for your future.

BLURBS:

🌸 Luca Changretta spending a cold rainy night in with his lady…

🌸 “Life makes sense when I’m with you”

HEADCANONS:

🌸 Luca Changretta’s wife meeting his family would include…

ONE–SHOTS:

🌸 “Sunday Morning” — Your children wake you and Luca up early in the morning.

BLURBS:

🌸💀 Alfie Solomons finding himself a proper wife

🌸 Alfie Solomons with a cheerful wife

ONE–SHOTS:

🌸 “The Solomons” — You are sick of Alfie’s behaviour and the way he treats your husband.

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On tumblr, we don't say "I love you", we say "I won't make you pay to see my content" and I think that's beautiful.