#boy group imagines | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

diaryujin · 7 months

Text

𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄

summary: you’ve gone missing, and your best friend chan has no other method of communication other than sending you voice notes.

genre: angst

includes: university au, minho is a thirdwheel/another best friend of you both, overdosing, attempted suicide, coma-ish situation, chan is a S-I-M-P, mentions of you both being drunk, mentions of weightloss and getting paler, chan is a majoring in music here, NOT proofread, lmk if i missed anything else

pairing: non idol! uni student! chan x uni student! fem! reader

a/n: i did this low effort thing bc i haven’t had the energy for anything else pls don’t let it flop i made a comeback i’m out of my blackpink era (/j blinks don’t come after me) (should I make a sequel) song lyrics: lost by (g)i-dle (english translation)

word count: 1K including song lyrics

taglist: @kflixnet

“Hey Y/N. You weren’t at university or your dorm today. Is everything okay? I know you’ve been stressing about…well, a lot, really-” sigh “yeah, so basically, I’m worried about you.” nervous laughter “Cause like, your roommate, Tzuyu told me you were in your room at night, but then you weren’t there when I came to pick you up. I hope you hear this. Take care.”

❝𝙄𝙛 𝙄 𝙝𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨❞

“Y/N, it’s been three days. Everyone’s worried, especially me. I know you’ve talked about running away before, but…well, I didn’t think you were serious.” silence ”I hope you’re coming back soon, you know. Uni feels different and more empty without you. Take care.”

❝𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙄 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪?❞

“A week. I’ve been a bit busy, but I haven’t forgotten you at all. Where are you? I think the police are still searching. They better be, you’re too precious to me to lose.” deep breath “Come back, Y/N. Come back. Everyone’s asking me where you are, and I don’t know and they keep reminding me that you’re gone and everything is haunting me and-” sigh “I’m rambling again. Take care.”

❝𝘿𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙄 𝙙𝙤?❞

“Two weeks. You haven’t even seen my messages, let alone these voice notes, but they’re still delivered. Please, Y/N, this isn’t funny anymore- ignore the voice crack. No, I’m not crying. Like- I do care- um- about you…but I’m not crying. I miss you the most. I don’t have a study buddy now ever since you well…disappeared. Kinda falling behind on classes, but it’s fine. I’ll catch up.” weak giggle “Take care.”

❝𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙢 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙨 𝙗𝙮❞

“One month. Since you’re never going to hear these voice recordings, I might as well just say gibberish or odd confessions, hm?” weak laugh “They’ve given up. Your parents, the police…everyone, really. But I haven’t. I know you’re there – somewhere. I’ve been producing more songs to cope. You know how much I love doing that, I mean- it’s why I chose music as my major. Take care.”

❝𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩, 𝙖𝙣𝙙, 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙯𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩❞

“Two months. You know, today I passed by a wishing well. I threw a coin, and guess what I wished for? I wished you back, Y/N. Come back, please. I’m not requesting you at this point, I’m begging. Everything’s become worse without you, or at least that’s what Minho says. He’s a bit wild, so I’m not believing him. Where are you, mm? I’ll come there, and I’ll meet you – even rescue you if necessary!” faint hmph “I miss you. I miss you loads. Take care.”

❝𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙩❞

“Five months. Since you don’t seem to have heard any of these, I guess I can really just say shit, huh? Well then, I love you. Like- you know- romantically.” nervous laugh “Yeah, cliche. Dumb move. Fuck, fuck, shouldn’t have done that- but it’s out and true- I guess. Ever since last year when we…ah, leave it. Take care.”

❝𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪❞

“Eight months. I love you. I love you. I love you, Y/N. Please, I need you back. Everything’s so dark without you. You know that you’re my driving force, right? Right? I need you here desperately.” sniffle “Y/N. Y/N. Please. I don’t- I don’t know how I can do this anymore.” whimper “I can’t- can’t lose you. Take care.”

❝𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪❞

“Ten months. Everything hurts. I don’t have the motivation to wake up in the morning, Y/N. Minho says that I’ve become thinner and paler. Other people are saying watered down versions of that. It all reminds me of you. I’m so tired, I don’t know why they suddenly care. Eh, whatever.” dull groan “Shit, I’m ranting again. Ignore it. Take care.”

❝𝙒𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚❞

shaky breath “ Y/N, Y/N, please at least see my messages.” pained whimper “I can’t. I can’t. I need- need you. Badly. Fuck- I can’t bre-breathe.” rattling of pills in a bottle “I don’t want to live anymore. There’s no po-point.” quiet sob “You-You are my muse fo-for whatever I man…manage to…get out of my studio. I love you, I’ve loved you ever-ever since the day we drun-drunk made out.” sad giggle “Yeah, sounds cra-crazy, no?” swallowing sound, gulp “You’re coming back, right? Promise? You are, you are. I’m sure of it.” cursing under breath “Fuck, Minho’s here. Take care.”

❝𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪❞

“Can’t move on from you. I love you too much. I love you, Y/N, and I wish I had the guts to have said it to your face when you were with me. Will you miss me? Maybe you won’t. It’s been a year after all. You’ve probably forgotten about me, about what we had, and frankly speaking? I don’t blame you.” silence “You’re still alive there though, I’m sure of it. Eat well, sleep soundly, drink water, do whatever makes you happy, even if others discourage you, and even if it’s the police, and remember to love yourself as much as I do. I love you from the sun to Pluto and back, note that.” dry laugh “I’ll always have you engraved in my memory. You’ll forever be my first and last thought. Take care.”

❝𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪❞

“Hi Y/N. It’s me, Minho. I know I didn’t talk to you as much as Chan did-” annoyed sigh “I mean, he’s your bestie westie pookie wookie and all that shit, but like- I miss you too. There’s rumors about you being spotted around and you know that I don’t believe in a lot of gossip that goes throught the university grapevine – although I do love listening to it –” slight chuckle “I really want this rumor to be proven true. Make it happen, perform a miracle or something. You always disproved me in arguments, do it again.” silence “Chan, he…he’s in the hospital.” slightly muffled sob “I caught him overdosing on pills, which is what he was doing when he…when he sent you the tenth voice note. A month after that, he tried to kill himself, hence the eleventh one. That was like- three days ago. He’s still…still unconscious, but he’ll wake up soon, I hope. Come back Y/N. We all miss you, and Chan needs you. In his words, take care.”

❝𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠, 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚❞

97 notes · View notes

luxora · 2 years

Text

EXO -> {Mafia AU} -> They find out you’re pregnant

Requested: Yes

Group: EXO

Genre: Fluff. Angst.

Warnings: Swearing. Weapons. References to bad childhoods. Kidnapping.

Xiumin

Sleep never did come easily to Minseok because of the various consequences for all the blood that he had on his hands. Being a man in a powerful position such as his came with a price, and that price was that his head on a platter was the desired gift for his enemies, especially since he has wrong them so many times. Therefore he never found the peace that came with sleep, which is why he was always on the go because of his inability of finding some kind of uninterrupted bliss.

But of course after yo became involved in his life, that changed. Suddenly Minseok was able to get things in life which didn’t involve in killing someone or paying an overwhelming amount for it. Instead, it just naturally came to him. Perhaps it was because you always wanted to be snuggled from behind when you lay in the bed, or that you liked to listen to his heartbeat after a particularly hard day at work, but either way Minseok found himself getting lulled into an unconscious bliss by listening to your steady breaths as you slept beside him. And for probably the first time, he found some kind of peace.

He is a creature of habit, hence why when you were not in bed with him, he was unable to fall asleep because he was so used to cradling you in his arms, being his warm body which just kept him cemented in sleepy bliss. Which leads to the slight problem of him immediately waking up whenever he didn’t feel your body pressed against his or your very presence in the bed. When he felt you no longer in the bed with him, his eyelids fluttered open and his shot up in the bed in alarm when he heard retching sounds coming from the bathroom.

The connecting bathroom to his bedroom was on and he no doubt could distinguish your voice through the retching noises, which prompted him to hastily leave the bed and hurry over, pushing opening the door to find you in the kneeling position, holding yourself over the toilet as you emptied out your stomach contents. He immediately stepped towards your in concern.

“Y/N?” He called out, walking over until he was right behind you. You looked over your shoulder and opened your mouth to say something before whirling back to empty out your stomach once again. Minseok immediately kneeled behind you and pulled your hair back, holding it together with one hand while pressing a comforting hand against your back while he waited for you to finish. He waited for a few moments before speaking. “Is everything okay?”

“Not...really.” You breathed, leaning your forehead against your hand as you felt nausea circle through your entire body, the taste of bile still present in your mouth. Minseok pressed a kiss to your clothed shoulder.

“Should I call in a doctor? Is it something you ate?“ He asked, thinking back on the dinner which the two of you had last night. He did not think that anything was wrong with it, but something was upsetting your stomach and he could not think of anything else which could cause it, unless you were coming down on something. You shook your head.

“No...I kind of have an idea of what caused it.” you said, tearing some toilet paper away from the roll and wiping your mouth with it before tossing it in the toilet and flushing. You turned around to face Minseok, him looking at you with a steady look as he waited for a further explanation, making you swallow nervously which did not go unnoticed.

“Y/N?” He called out, his hand comfortingly resting on your hip while his other hand reached out to tuck some of your hair behind your ear, making you smile slightly at his soft touch. You lifted your hand to grab his, bringing it down to rest on your thigh before you looked at him directly in the eye.

“Minseok...I’m pregnant.”

“...”

Being part of the mafia worlds usually comes with the understanding to expected the unexpected, which Minseok was very good with, but with you suddenly say that you pregnant, he definitely did not expect that. He just stared at you slack jawed, his eyes trying to detect any soft of deception in yours but he could find none, and then he glanced at your stomach which was still quite flat.

“P-Pregnant?” He repeated, eyes now fixed on your stomach as the news began to circulate in his head. You nodded and took the his hand to press it over your stomach, covering it with your own.

“Yes. Pregnant.”

While he didn’t know if he should be feeling anything yet, Minseok just slightly pressed his hand a bit more into your stomach, staring at it intensely before finally glancing back at your eyes, seeing you looking at him with nervous expectation as you waited for his final reaction to the news. But he was still rather stunned and he was now imagining the idea of him holding a young baby, one which had his eyes and your nose, or maybe your hair and your lips, along with his eyebrows or chin. His lips then slowly quirked upwards into a small smile.

“Okay.” He said, not really feeling the need to say anything else as his smile increased slightly as he looked back at your barely and gently rubbed his fingers against it. “Okay.”

Suho

There was always a constant danger to your life because of your connection to Junmyeon, as the wife of a mafia boss was most often the only weakness which enemies could exploit in their type of business. So when an all out war had begun between Jungmyeon’s gang and the Bangtan Sonyeondan gang, Junmyeon had to make sure that he kept you out of the line of fire, hence why he decided to have you sent away for a while to limit the risk of you being in danger.

However with you being his wife, you hardly made it easy for him and made sure to remind him of how stupid that you believed that he was being as you wanted to remain by his side despite the danger that it possessed. But he would hear none of it and ensured that you were sent to another country with the needed protection to make sure that you remained safe, with you protesting about it the entire time.

But despite of his persistent inclinations to keep you away safe, he still missed you. It was only natural, you were his wife and before the day you legally became his because of law, he always craved your attention, marrying you was just the extra icing on the cake. He was half-tempted to bring you back just so he could have your presence again but he knew better than to do that. Your safety came first above anything else, even above his own desires to have you back with him, so he relented in order to ensure that no harm came to you.

But then the phone call came, and everything came to a standstill.

“What did you say?” He said, his grip on his phone shaking as he stood frozen on the spot, about to head into a meeting with the rest of his members to discuss the next stage of planning. He heard some rustling on your side before you sighed and repeated what you said.

“I’m pregnant.”

You had been sent away not too long ago, about a month or so, and doing the math is his head, Junmyeon knew that it was his. But now with the war going on, just how the hell was he supposed to keep his head on straight to keep his gang alive and with the winning hand that he has over his enemy. His knees shook as they suddenly lost their strength and he slumped against the wall to support himself from collapsing completely.

“...Dammit Y/N.” He cursed, bringing his hand to his face to rub it insistently. He heard you scoff.

“Oh so sorry it is not the news you wanted to hear, especially given the precarious time that your precious gang is in.”

Sarcasm was often something you went to when you were upset about something, and given his reaction to the news and the situation he has put you in, he did not blame you for being upset, but his mind and heart were working in two different directions at the moment and he wasn’t thinking straight.

“Now is not a good time.”

“Oh, would you like me to get a refund then? Go back in time and make sure that we didn’t say goodbye in an oh so passionate way? Of course darling, anything for you.”

“Y/N-”

“Don’t Y/N me. The fact that the only thing you have said that now is not a good time to have a baby is more than enough to tell me what you think of this, of what you think of me.” He heard your voice crack at the end, a clear sign that you emotions were starting to break through the surface and an ice cold flush of dread washed over him as he listened to you.

“Y/N, that is not what-”

“No, let me leave you be. I’m guessing you are about to go to a meeting now? Have fun while I stay here pregnant without my husband knowing that he isn’t happy about this.”

You hung up before he could say anything else, and the second he heard the sound he knew that he fucked up. Junmyeon all but threw his phone to the floor before sliding down to it, covering his face as he cursed under his breath while his mind was whirling about his thoughts while his heart was only increasing his need to have you in his arms.

“Dammit...fucking dammit!” He cursed, angrily kicking his legs before he slumped his head back against the wall, his teeth gritted tightly while he continued to curse. “Damn it all.”

The news was just sprung on him so suddenly, he didn’t know what to think or feel, the timing was just not good. He knew that you would not do anything rash, especially now considering the news you just told him, but he always know he had fucked up badly with you. He needed to make it up to you...as well as maintain his gang through this stupid war.

Lay

The knife which Yixing was using to make dinner for the two of you fell out of his hands, food the last thing on his mind as he turned to look at you in shock, your body standing in the kitchen doorway with the pregnancy stick in your hands which gave you the answer that you were expecting to explain the reason of why you were late.

“What?” Yixing, still staring at you in shock even though he had heard your words so clearly. You swallowed before repeating yourself.

“I’m pregnant.”

Yixing leaned heavily on the counter, his chest feeling tight with mixed emotions while he tried to support himself both mind and body at the news. Pregnant? You? Just the thought of you carrying a baby, his baby, it was just...something he hadn’t considered before. He never really thought about his future with you, or rather the promises of a future with you. He knew that he was going to keep you in his life, you were his in every single way just as he was yours, but a baby...he never considered having a baby.

Now with the knowledge that you were carrying a part of him in your belly, a part of him which he had helped create, it just...changed things somehow. Even though Yixing had a relatively clear direction of his life, especially given his talents to his gang, suddenly things just began to sharp around him and the clearest thing which was the primary focus in everything was you. You were were the beginning and the last all of a sudden. He loves his gang, he is loyal to his gang, but now his priorities have shifted, his entire plans have shifted.

He moved away from the counter and walked to you, a steady look in his eyes as he stood in front of you and took the pregnancy stick from your hands to look at it. Two lines. A positive. A symbol of the type of future that he was going to have with you.

He felt the intensity of your eyes on him, waiting for his further reaction as he has not said anything else to you since your announcement. It was still the very early stages of the pregnancy, the baby hardly the size of a bean and yet it was growing in your belly, and Yixing was the father. Obviously neither you nor him discussed the future beyond than the two of you remaining together, but now it seemed life just tossed the two of you a massive curve ball that neither of you could dodge or hit back.

You were pregnant with Yixing’s baby, the baby of a mafia boss, and you can only imagine what kind of dangers which will pose to it, especially given Yixing’s reputation in the mafia world.

“Marry me.”

Yixing watched as your head shot up in shock, staring at him with wide eyes and a slack jaw, but he kept his face composed as he continued to look you with steady determination.

“What?” You said, this time being the one taken aback from words.

“Marry me.” Yixing repeated, not bothering to ask you for it because he knew that was what he wanted and he has always been one that always gets what he wants, including you.

“Yixing-”

“We’re going to get married, and we are going to be parents. Might as well do it right.”

Yixing never did properly plan for his future with you, content with his life now, but now with the knowledge that you were pregnant with his baby, he knew everything which he needed to know and what he needed to do. You and his baby were the first ones in his life now, his gang second. While he heard that men often become soft after families, he never considered he would be one of them. But he didn’t care what others thought.

He was going to be a husband and father, and he was going to be damn sure to make everything safe and perfect for his family.

Baekhyun

The silence was deafening in Baekhyun’s office as you stood in the middle of the room, hands nervously twisting together as you waited for his reaction, Baekhyun not moving his gaze from the paper work which he doing before you had come him with the insistent need to discuss something with him. While he wanted to wait until he returned home, you simply could not wait, which resulted in you blurting out the fact that you were...well...

“Pregnant.” Baekhyun repeated slowly, as if he was testing the word out on his tongue, and judging from the scowl on his lips, he did not like it. He finally looked from his paper work and stared hard at you, his lips fixed in a deep scowl as he narrowed his eyes. “How certain are you?”

You were unsure on how to react from his steely look, and nervously looked down at your feet to gather your thoughts before looking back at him, fingers twisting with each other once again as your nerves continued to increase. “I took the test this morning, and I am late this month so-”

“So you have not gone to a hospital yet to make sure?” Baekhyun asked, or rather stated as he continued to give you a hard look. You swallowed nervously but shook your head, making Baekhyun continue to stare at you for a few moments before finally looking away, freeing you from his gaze before he started to tidy his desk and stand up from it.

“What are you-”

“I want to personally oversee if you truly are pregnant. We are going to the hospital.”

Baekhyun picked up his jacket that was hanging over his chair before walking over to you, taking your hand in his before leading you out his office and down the corridor to head towards the parking lot of his headquarters, you staring at him in confusion and shock the entire time. When the two of you eventually got to the car, he opened the passenger side for you as usual before getting into the driver’s seat and taking off in the direction of the closest hospital.

But while it would seem that it would perhaps be a good thing that Baekhyun was personally taking you to the hospital to be certain about your pregnant, his death grip on the steering wheel and the tightness of his jaw told you another story. You subconsciously covered your stomach with your hands as you continued to look at his profile.

“Baekhyun.” You called out, him humming in response to let you know that he was listening. You nervously licked your lips. “Are you...happy about me being possibly pregnant?”

You waited for his answer, hoping for him to give it to your straight away, but instead Baekhyun remained silent. His grip on the steering wheel impossibly tightened even more and this time you are a glaring glint in his eyes as his jaw muscles twitched as he pulled into the hospital parking lot, smoothly parking the car and turning off the engine before finally turning to you to give you an answer.

“No.”

And just like a bullet, a hole was shot through your chest with the direct answer. Even when Baekhyun unbuckled your seat belt for you and got out of the car to walk to your side and help you out of the seat, the effect of his answer had shook your entire core. His hand on your lower back that insistently guided you into the hospital was no longer comforting like a lover, but rather like a jailer leading a prisoner to death row.

“Baekhyun-”

“Once the doctor confirms your status, we will do whatever is necessary.”

His tone was cold and controlled, and you did not feel any warmth from him at all, not like you usually did. Your hands now protectively covered your stomach while you stared at him like he was some kind of stranger but Baekhyun shrugged it off as he lead you into the hospital.

He was not going to bring a child into this world, not a child that was connected to him in any kind of way. He was not going to lose you to some subdivision of himself, he refused. And you were going to see that eventually when the two of you find out the true status of your supposed pregnancy. He was not going to let another him come into this world only to take you away from him.

Chen

Jongdae was a complex man, never one to reveal his emotions to others because once one knew the intentions of another, they would figure out a way to try manipulate the outcome, which is why Jongdae always kept his thoughts and emotions to himself. And when he become involved with you, he remained an enigma because of his habit of being closely guarded, and that was due to the type of environment he was forced into from a young age.

However he was not an uncaring man, he just had a cool composure. He did care for you, you knew that he did. He was a constant presence in your life which made sure that you were cared for an loved. When he kissed you, he filled you with warmth, and the way he held you at night with your back pressed tightly against his bare chest, he made you feel protected. Even though he found it difficult to open up, he made sure that you knew that he cared for you, that he loved you, even though he did not really say it with words.

But today was the first time that you saw his composed mask crack. His jaw muscle twitched and you watched as his mask piece by piece began to crack as he stared down at the pregnancy stick which you had given him, with two red stripes staring up at him while he sat on the bed with you standing in front of him, waiting for some sort of reaction.

Jongdae usually viewed emotions as a weakness, especially given how the feeling of vulnerability made him feel sick to his stomach as in the past he learnt very quickly and harshly that emotions could lead to one’s death, especially with the wrong company. But staring down at his future with you, with the promise that there was a life with you which he had helped to create, it just made him feel so many things.

Fear, worry, concern, nervousness, but most of all...joy.

Joy and hope, those were the dominant feelings that he had boiling up in his chest and when he finally looked up to lock eyes with you, his love for you just came pouring out of him that he did not even realize that he was on his feet until he was swallowing your gasp as he pressed his lips to yours in a passionate kiss, his arms wrapped tightly around you and holding you close to him. He pulled away just so he could rest his forehead against yours, still clutching the pregnancy stick tightly in his hand as he stared at you.

“You complete me.” He uttered, the intense emotion behind it nearly knocking you off your feet.

He then hugged you tightly, nearly squeezing you to death with how tight he was hugging you. You felt his body trembling slightly and when you opened your moth to say something, you heard the most abnormal sound coming from your usually stoic lover.

A sniffle.

For the first time in a long time, Jongdae allowed himself to cry. But not because of sadness, but because of the overwhelming amount of joy that he was feeling right now. He was going to be a father. You were going to be a mother. The two of you were going to have a family. The very idea of having a family of his own just filled him with so much joy that he just couldn’t help but cry in relief and in happiness.

While he did not usually say how much he loved you, the way he was breaking up in your arms told you just how much he did. He never broke open in front of anyone, not even in front of his own gang members, so that fact that he was giving you this sole opportunity to see him vulnerable, you treasured it, Because Jongdae was overjoyed that he was going to have a child with you, and that the two of you were going to be the part of something great.

“Thank you Y/N...thank you.”

He meant it. He truly meant it. He loved you and he was grateful to you. You have given him so much more meaning to his life. And he was not going to waste a single moment of it.

“Thank you for everything.”

Chanyeol

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK!”

Each time that Chanyeol cursed, a bullet was shot into one of the training targets until it was littered with holes. Chanyeol cursed loudly as he empty yet another cartridge of bullets, making him throw it across the room while he stormed over the table to grab yet another gun, only to be stopped with a hand on the shoulder.

“Cool it Chanyeol, you don’t want to blow the whole place up.” Chanyeol roughly swiped the hand off him.

“I’m dealing with guns, not fucking bombs.” Chanyeol growled at Junmyeon, shoving him away from him while he began to put together the next gun he was going to use. Junmyeon sighed.

“It is not bad news, I don’t understand why you are reacting this way.” Chanyeol whirled around to glare at his boss, teeth gritted tightly together while fury burned in his eyes.

“If you had a life like me, you would understand why I hate this so much.” He growled before storming back to the line to shoot at the two target which had been brought out.

Chanyeol did not grow up easy, it being one of the reasons of why he became involved in the mafia world in the first place. Getting abandoned by some deadbeat parents, Chanyeol had moved from foster home to foster home before eventually taking off into the streets where he learned how to survive on his own. He suffered a lot growing up, especially by the hands of adults who were poisonous and vile, that just remembering them made Chanyeol sick to his gut. He has seen the worst in the people, and he hates to think back on where he had come from because it just reminds him of how wretched this world really is.

“She hasn’t even told you yet.”

“I saved her the fucking trouble.” Chanyeol snapped, emptying yet another cartridge in his furious shooting.

When you had told him that morning that you had a few appointments that afternoon, he was suspicious because of how weird you were acting. So he had one of his men follow you around while he worked with his gang, and it was from the one phone call from his subordinate that his past life came back alive and kicking at him with furious blows. The fact that he was bringing another being into this sick world, it just infuriated him.

“She’s pregnant Chanyeol. Its a good thing-”

“It’s not a fucking good thing!” Chanyeol screamed before slamming the gun down and whirling aorund to look at his leader, eyes blazing in fury while he practically snarled like an animal. “I don’t want a fucking kid, I don’t want to contribute to this fucked up world and all of its poison! I don’t fucking want it!”

“Chanyeol-”

“If I have to cut open her belly myself then I will do it! I won’t let Y/N bring in some lowlife little shit in this world if it is the last thing I do! I’m not having a kid and that’s the fucking end of it!”

“...Is that so?” A soft but lethal voice called out, making Chanyeol whirl around to the entrance of the shooting range to see the murderous sight of you.

You stood at the doorway in a dress, looking beautiful as ever, but your eyes were murderous and you instinctively had a hand covering your stomach while you held a box in your other hand. You glanced at Junmyeon who had noticed your presence long before Chanyeol did and then back to him, your lips fixed in a permanent scowl.

“Well since you have made you intentions clear, I will be on my way.”

You dropped the box to the floor and stormed out the door, prompting Chanyeol to immediately give chase as no matter how he was feeling right now, he could not let you walk away from him. Not now, not ever.

D.O.

Kyungsoo had been away for five months for a mission, something he hated because it meant that he was away from you, but it was something that he had to do because it was important for his gang to make sure that the mission was a success. And of course you were unable to contact him during those three months because he could not afford any distractions that could disrupt him from his mission in the annihilation of his gang’s foreign rivals, nor give any indication that he had a weakness that could be used against him.

He was well assured though that you were taken care of, his gang watching over you during his absence. However when he finally returned, they did not bother to tell him about your bodily status, especially he was going to find out soon enough when the two of you were going to reunite.

When he finally arrived home and laid his eyes on you as you were in the kitchen, he breathed out your name before hurrying towards you, sweeping you into a hug which you readily returned as you snuggled your face into the crook of his neck. But as he did the same thing to you, he noticed a slight difference to your body, or rather felt it as he tried to pull you closer to him as he missed the feeling of your body against his.

There almost felt like...a barrier of space.

Kyungsoo slowly pulled away to look at you and his eyes all but bulged out when he noticed the slight belly which you had, quite different from the relatively flat belly you had before he had left. He glanced back to look at your eyes and this time he saw that you were waiting for him with patient excitement as you smiled at him while your hands rested on his arms, not wanting him to let go for even a second. Kyungsoo’s lips parted as he glanced at your belly again and then back at you.

“Are you...”

You nodded, a smile crawling on your face while shock dawn on Kyungsoo’s face. He stared at your belly again, it still being quite subtle but enough to tell him the truth. You were pregnant. Pregnant with his baby.

...

And his gang didn’t tell him a single thing about it.

Anger immediately flared up in Kyungsoo as he stepped away, determined to storm back to headquarters where he was going to fire bullets straight into the foreheads of his members because how dare they keep such an important thing from him. You were pregnant with his baby! Why the fuck would they not tell him about something as important as that? He was going to kill them, he really was going to kill them.

“Kyungsoo don’t!” You exclaimed, hugging him from behind and pressing himself against you as best as you could. “Don’t be mad at them!”

“You were pregnant and they didn’t tell me! I will fucking kill them!”

“You were on a mission love.”

“Mission be damned! I should have been here!”

“But you are now.” You said, pressing a kiss on his neck before reaching for one of his hands bringing it to your stomach so that he may feel it.

While the baby wasn't’ kicking yet, Kyungsoo couldn’t help but freeze at the feeling of your pregnant belly, making him turn to stare at it in astonishment while you covered his hand with your own to keep it there. He was furious with his gang for keeping this from him, but now...he was here. Here with you with his hand on your belly, hoping to feel some kind of movement from the life he helped create.

“...”

He didn’t say a word as he continued to feel your stomach, which prompted you to wrap your arm around his neck to pull him in closer and to press a kiss to your lips before whispering against them.

“You’re here now.”

And he was never going to leave again. Not now, not ever.

Kai

While Jongin adored you, he did not marry you for your cooking. Despite your attempts to try prepare meals for him, they always did end up in failure, not that he minded since he did have a professional cook permanently hired in order to prepare food for the two of you every day. But when he had returned home, instead of the glorious smell of Miss Choi’s cooking, he instead smelt smoke and that immediately told him that you had dismissed Miss Choi for the day to cook for yourself.

You were incredibly determined, which was one of the things which he did marry you for.

Just the sight of you made Jongin smile as he stepped into the kitchen, chuckling as you cursed loudly as you opened the oven and a small trail of smoke snuck out from the gap which made you curse even more and actually hit the oven as you closed it.

“What did the poor oven do to you?”

You jumped when you heard Jongin’s voice, making him chuckle as he walked into the kitchen and gather you into his arms as he greeted you with a kiss. You pulled away from him with flushed cheeks.

“Y-You’re home early.”

“I wanted to come home to my wife, is that a crime?” He teased, knowing that you will quip him about being a gang leader and so he is always performing some sort of illegal act. But instead you said nothing, glancing at the oven while biting your bottom lip with nervous contemplation. He cocked his head. “Something wrong?”

“Not...exactly. I just thought...that I would have had it ready by when you came home. Clearly not.” You sighed, unwinding your arms from around him before rubbing your eyes in frustration. Jongin immediately looked at you in concern.

“What do you mean?” You sighed before looking at him, no longer biting your lip but still looking nervous nonetheless.

“Just look in the oven. It will tell you.” You said, making Jongin look at you in confusion before looking at the oven.

Deciding that perhaps it was wise for him to do what you said, Jongin walked to the oven and opened it, leaning away as a bit of smoke escaped the cavern and to reveal a brunt bun on a baking tray. He stared at it for a long moment before looking at you with an unsure looking.

“Did you try a new recipe or something?” He asked, which made you gape at him.

“No I...no!” You exclaimed, making him jump slightly from the volume of your voice. Jongin looked back at the bun, eyebrows furrowing before reaching inside the oven to touch it. It was rock hard. He looked back at you.

“Don’t worry, I will still eat it.” Even though his stomach began to internally protest, he hated seeing you look so upset so he will gladly eat some burnt bun to make you smile. But it seemed to be the wrong thing to say as you actually stomped your foot before shaking your head.

“No! I...it’s...what is it?!” You demanded, making Jongin blink at you in confusion before glancing at the bun and then back at you.

“A bun?”

“And where is it?”

“...In the oven?”

You then looked at him expectantly, eyes wide and your arms spread out as you stared at him intently, as off waiting for the penny to drop. But Jongin clearly showed on his face that he had no idea at what you were trying to say, which made you groan in frustration.

“What is it altogether babe? Put it together!”

“A bun...in the oven?” Jongin tested, looking at you carefully as you impatiently stared at him.

You were clearly trying to tell him something, but he still couldn’t quite understand what it was. He looked back at the oven and the bun and furrowed his eyebrows in thought, the sentence repeating in his head before suddenly his eyes widened in realizing, the implication dawning on him before he whipped his head around to look at you.

“Are you pregnant?” He asked, or rather demanded, as hope suddenly began to boil up in his stomach and fill his entire body.

Your body finally relaxed as Jongin figured it out and you let out a relieved sigh before finally nodding, only to squeal seconds later when Jongin suddenly swept you into his arm and twirling you around the kitchen, delighted laughter filling the room as joy overwhelmed his entire body.

Sehun

Sehun was protective over you, he always has been, and with the two of you getting married, his protectiveness only increased and while you thought it was a bit much and thought that hopefully it was ease up once the two of you got married, you were proven so terribly wrong because it only seemed to get worse. Therefore the newly married bliss quickly faded away when the two of you got into your first fight since getting married.

“You are too controlling! Let me breathe!

“It is my job to protect you!”

“Protect me! Not smother me!”

And so you had walked out to breathe, ordering Sehun to not send any men after you unless he wanted to be newly divorced after getting married. He should have risked it because now you were snatched away from him from some foreign gang that thought they could get milk out some power out of Sehun. And while he was working hard to get you back, snarling angrily at the taunting calls that he would get, today he was absolutely frozen in shock while the phone call was on speaker in the middle of the meeting room, his members learning the truth at the same time as him.

“What...did you say...” Sehun uttered, looking at the phone with an intense look as the words circled aorund his head while his heart felt like it was slowly getting squeezed by a python.

“Aww, did you new wifey not tell you before she came on a little date with us? Aw well we are honored to inform you then! Congratulations, you are going to be a father!”

Sehun immediately thought back to the day where the two of you had fought, to how angry he was that you had left without informing him or taking any bodyguards with you despite the two of you being on honeymoon. You had wanted to tell him something, something important, but he did not give you the chance, immediately attacking you with his vicious words.

He now knew what you had wanted to tell him.

“She is only just starting to show too, hmm, do you think it will be a boy or a girl? If it is a boy, hmm how unfortunate that he will look like his father, but a lovely little girl who looks just like her mother, now that would be a gift to the world.”

Just hearing the slightly husked tone of the man’s voice sent fury through Sehun’s veins and he all but slammed his hands on the table as he glared at the phone furiously, his entire body shaking as imagined the ways he would torture the men keeping you captive.

“If you so much lay a finger on my wife, you’re dead.”

“My my, making threats to someone who is holding your pregnant wife captive? Tsk tsk, and here I thought you weren’t an amateur.”

Sehun was going to kill them, he was going to kill every single one of them and make them watch each other as he snips their lifelines one by one. But first he needed to get you back. He needed to get you and...and just love you. To embrace you and to tell you that he was never going to raise his voice at you again. And that he was happy, that he was happy that you were pregnant, that you and his family was growing, to just tell you that he will make you the happiest woman alive.

He needed you. He just needed you. He needed his family.

“...You have made a grave mistake making a move on my family.” Sehun growled to the phone, which only prompted the man’s voice to chuckle into the speaker.

“You made the grave mistake of letting your wife wander around a foreign city in her state, quite the failure of a newlywed if you ask me.”

“Nobody is asking you shit.” Sehun growled, only prompting another laugh.

“No one needs to, now unless you want me to start marring the beautiful skin of your wife, you will give in to our demands, unless married life doesn’t really entice you any longer.”

Sehun going to make them pay putting you through this torture, for making you and his future baby go through his torture. He was going to save you and make it up to you, he was never going to let any harm come to you again. That was an oath he was willing to take.

212 notes · View notes

itsbeeble · 7 months

Text

Brainrot Masterlist

Main Masterlist | The Boyz Masterlist | Seventeen Masterlist | ATEEZ Masterlist | TXT Masterlist

Key: 🥀 = smut/suggestive | 🌼 = fluff | ☂️ = angst | ☁️ = request

Requests: [OPEN] | closed

STRAY KIDS

Bang Chan

Obsessive ☁️🌼🥀☂️

#itsbeeble #kpop #kpop imagines #stray kids #stray kids imagines #boy group #boy group imagines

5 notes · View notes

kaciebello · 1 month

Text

Random texts with bf!Mattheo Riddle

Masterlist Social media masterlist ☀ Mattheo Riddle x reader Summary: just random texts from Mattheo Warnings: none Authors note: Haiya! I always wanted to try this type of thing so here is my attempt. I will definitely do one like this for all the boys, but if you have any prompt you wanna see all of them react to, don't hesitate and ask! Hope you like this a little bit! ‪♡

Tag list: @imobsessedwitholiviarodrigo , @klimovatereza-blog , @lafrone ,@enfppuff , @rafegfs , @frogtape , @lovelyygirl8 , @catiwinky, @anyam444 , @leeleecats , @ghostgardn , @reverse-soe , @ultramarinetovelvet , @iwishigotswallowed , @jazz-berry , @justatadbonkers , @partnerincrime0 , @schaebickel , @bunnyhopsstuff , @deluluassapocalypse , @adreamingpendulum

884 notes · View notes

chaer-yeons · 18 days

Text

➳　　.　　♡　　so 　whenever , you 　ask　me 　again

(⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠)　　.　　★　　how 　i 　feel

184 notes · View notes

lilizsky · 6 months

Text

★ Wonbin ( riize ) lockscreens

252 notes · View notes

turtleblogatlast · 6 months

Text

Sometimes I wonder if Leo’s instant latching onto Señor Hueso is due to the fact that Hueso is an older adult man (specifically a father at that) who, while fed up with Leo a lot of the time, still deigns to give him a modicum of attention.

Considering Leo’s a Leo, he craves that attention from a father figure, even if said attention isn’t positive. As long as he’s acknowledged, that’s enough for him, since he’s already used to being his own biggest (and often only) fan as is.

Luckily, Hueso does come around and (reluctantly) forms a connection with Leo as well, but again, I have to wonder if Leo picked out Hueso for a reason.

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt leo #rottmnt hueso #rottmnt headcanons #rise leo #rise hueso #there’s also Tim Dunkman #even Marcus Moncrief too #like how Donnie is easily influenced by words of praise from parent aged adults #I find that Leo is influenced by attention from father aged men #unless these men are Baron Draxum who Leo met as a villain first #side note but sometimes I think about how Leo never had a true heartfelt moment with Splinter that wasn’t in a group setting #sure he and Splinter have time together in Many Unhappy Returns but that does more to help Splinter see Leo’s abilities than Leo himself #with how dismissive Splinter is (especially to Leo in that episode) and with how much Leo as a Leo is an ultimate Daddy’s Boy…#well I can imagine how much he longs for that attention #again - even negative #poor kid’s got Daddy Issues galore #they all do really #this is partially why I don’t think Leo reacts much at all to the negative things said about him in Many Unhappy Returns #partially because he’s likely heard it before #and partially because well…even negative that’s still attention #that’s still time he gets to spend with his dad one on one #so it’s not shocking that Leo basically imprints on Hueso #keep in mind that we meet Hueso in the Maze of Death episode #so Hueso at least loosely knows of one of Leo’s lowest moments #and still hasn’t kicked him away soooo congrats boneman you have a lifelong nephew now

380 notes · View notes

itscuntingseason · 3 months

Text

zuko: just be confident katara! boys like that

toph: how the fuck would you know what boys like?

zuko: cause i'm a BOY toph, i'm a real live boy

aang: oh yeah like pinocchio

#text #atla #avatar the last airbender #toph #katara #zuko #aang #derry girls #shitpost #quote from derry girls btw #just imagine zuko is helping katara with boy advice idk #idk like even though zuko isn't the only guy in the friend group i just feel like he's the James in comparison to derry girls

120 notes · View notes

somegrumpynerd · 6 months

Text

Good heavens, look at the time! (Points to a clock where every hour is replaced with "gooptales")

@topazshadowwolf's boys will be the death of me please read it it's so good

#UTDR #UTMV #Gooptales #Dadmare #Topazshadowwolf #Almost forgot to get groceries because I was so into drawing these guys #You can't just make them all kids in a dreamscape having a lil tickle fight!!!#That's gonna make me explode into confetti!!!#I know they have to wake up but I wanna imagine Nightmare playing with his boys in the dream #Like just. He didn't get to be a kid very much #He didn't get to have a big group of friends #Let him have a couple games of tag or hide and seek with his family #Also the image of him patting Cross on the head for his good work asdhfkgfkgkjgs #I have to stop or I'm just gonna repeat the whole chapter in tags but listen. It was a masterpiece #I wanna print it out and put it on my wall #Anyway I'm so normal about this story as you can tell

196 notes · View notes

keekity · 1 month

Text

popular kids & their cringe-fail counterparts

#the boys are more makeovers from the old hard drive i found #it was a real challenge to make them even remotely interesting to my eyes #but halfway through making the bottom sim i was like “ok evan kelmp...”#so imagine my surprise when i go to give blondie his makeover and see that his name is brennan! coincidence? i think not #so anyway yeah now they're a fully formed friend group in my head they play dnd together after school #who's the popular kid and who's the cringe-fail counterpart? spoiler: they're all cringe!!#ts4 #ts4 cas #ts4 edit #the sims 4 #if you read this far heres a secret: i pulled a LOT of insp for sim number 2 from mine and my older sister's respective middle school years

71 notes · View notes

diaryujin · 5 months

Text

𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐓

summary: this is the first christmas you’re spending without minho. obviously, everything feels different now, and you’re just so lost without him – the person who’s been there for everything. what you didn’t know was that, however, he was still here.

includes: death, car accidents, drunk driving, depression-like state, suicidal thoughts, ghosts, this is set during the night between 25th-26th, crying, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Felix, Yeji, Lia and Ryujin (of ITZY) are your friends, hospitals, wounds, scars, lmk if i missed anything!

pairing: ghost! bf! minho x human! fem! Reader

word count: 1.7K

taglist: @kflixnet

You sat on the couch in your living room. Most of the lights are off, save for one. You didn’t want to bother with making it all ‘cheery’ and ‘bright’ as you were on this day year after year after year. “Your surroundings are a reflection of yourself” is a quote you had heard before, and it probably held true. You didn’t feel any joy inside, and you didn’t have to put on a facade that said otherwise to anyone, so there was no point.

You had made a decision to spend this Christmas alone. Weighing down your family and friends with your sorrow was an ass move, and you wanted them to be happy, to celebrate like they did every year. It was nearly midnight – at this time, people would be asleep, or still up with their families, or at parties, or out on trips with friends or something else that they enjoyed. Very few would be distressed or sad right now.

You, unfortunately, were part of that few.

You hadn’t been able to sleep normally ever since exactly last year, so to be fair, it wasn’t just you being a Grinch. This day was nothing special, you were just following old patterns. It was also around this time 365 days ago that you lost him, your Minho.

You both were returning home after a gathering with your friends, Changbin, Hyunjin, Jisung, Yongbok, Yeji, Jisu, and Ryujin. It was a cheerful night. A lot of laughs and food was shared, and you were sure that nothing could ruin the high spirits you were in, which only seemed to heighten as Minho drove the car and you sat in the passenger seat beside him. He was taunting you over a stupid joke you made in the get-together, and you were laughing at him.

Everything was perfect.

Until it wasn’t.

A drunk driver had crashed violently into your car, knocking you out. You remembered nothing that your lover had said before you blacked out, except for a faint ‘I love you’. You woke up in the hospital, your parents next to your bed, sobbing. Shortly after, Hyunjin and Yeji, the only two available after the gathering since the others were unable to be contacted, rushed into your room as soon as they were allowed in. It took you a few days for you to get rid of the daze you were in since the accident. When you were better than before, the first thing you asked had gotten you a frown from your friends, who visited regularly, and a sigh from your parents.

“Where’s Minho?”

They all looked at each other before Jisung took in a deep breath with slightly watery eyes.

“He’s…He’s not here.”

“Why? Is he okay? Were his injuries worse than mine?”

At your words, Jisung held back a little sob and turned around to bury his face in Yongbok’s shoulder, unable to answer you. Jisu glanced around, and after seeing that no one else was ready to speak, opened her mouth.

“He’s in a better place, Y/N.”

“What do you…you’re not serious.”

Your eyes widened and flitted between everyone’s faces, before setting on Jisu’s again, hoping that this was some kind of sick joke. When there was just emotion and pity in them, you turned your head slowly to look down at your hands, which were unconsciously gripping your blanket. You seemed frozen, but a million thoughts were bouncing around in your head, spinning, spinning, but never quite settling. So many emotions swum around, it was causing your head to hurt. You blinked rapidly, breathing heavily through your mouth.

Minho – gone.

An overwhelming surge of exhaustion enveloped you suddenly, and you let your eyes close before falling back onto your pillow, succumbing to your tiredness.

Dori leapt into your lap, nestling there. Even with the heating on, cats who were all close by, and you in Minho’s prized hoodie, you didn’t feel warm. It was cold, so cold, being so alone without your favorite person. You had healed somehow, although a small scar above your eyebrow would stay to cruelly remind you of the day you lost everything every time you looked in the mirror.

Your body might’ve recovered, but your heart wouldn’t. It wouldn’t allow itself to.

“Dead on the spot.”

You didn’t even get to say goodbye properly.

The only consolation you had was that the last time you saw him, there was a bright smile on his face and that it wasn’t him being alone like you were. You’d never want him to feel any pain, and you would choose you being left alone and for him to move on than him suffering without you.

Even though sometimes you wished you died as well so that you could possibly still be with him since there was no chance of him coming back.

Dori purred, and you snapped out of your reverie. You started stroking the cat’s back, smiling weakly to yourself at the living reminder of him. You scratched the back of his head, and suddenly your head was filled with memories you treasured. You held onto them dearly like they were your lifeline – which, in hindsight, they were. They were what kept you going in moments when you felt so empty.

Tears escaped your eyes and streaked down your cheeks. They plopped onto Dori’s fur, making it slightly damp. You didn’t bother to wipe them, since you didn’t want to get cat hair into your eyes, and it would be more efficient for you to just get up later and wash your face as you could expect more of them throughout the night. Small sniffles came from your nose, and you cleared your throat when it felt too dry.

It was in this situation that Minho phased in.

You felt a cold rush of air that moved your curtains, and you looked around to see what might have caused it, since your windows were shut because you had the heater on and to block out the sounds of Christmas carols. After seeing nothing, you focused on the cat in your lap, stroking its coat rhythmically as you got lost in your head.

Minho glanced down at himself, and sure enough, he was a ghost. He couldn’t be seen in any mirror or by any human, but some animals could. He hoped his cats would be counted in that ‘some’ because he really missed them – they were his babies, after all.

Not as much as he missed you though.

He took in your form, and his eyes widened as he noticed how different you were since he last saw you. You looked more tired with slight eyebags. He couldn’t pinpoint anything else, but you had definitely changed for the worse. His heart – not that he had a proper one – hurt seeing you like this, and he slightly felt guilty for causing you to be like this and for not being there to comfort you.

He went over to you, his steps noiseless. Soonie’s ears perked up and he turned to look at his late owner, before jumping onto his paws. Doonie seemed to notice the ghost too, and mewed. He smiled at his cats, squatting to get on their level. He patted their heads, before getting up again to sit next to you. The couch didn’t shift, so you had no idea he was there.

He placed his hand on top of yours, sighing.

“Y/N. You may not see me, but I’m here. Isn’t that- great?”

There was no response on your end, which was expected, but Minho was overjoyed to be with you again and didn’t give a shit.

“I’m sorry for leaving you without saying a proper goodbye. Lord, you look terrible. You’re struggling, and it’s all my fault. I should have been there for you, I should have- and yet I wasn’t. I’d do anything to trade places with you, you know? Even if that included going through the accident over and over, just so that you could be the one that passed and I could have stayed.”

Almost immediately after he said that, you broke down. You covered your eyes with your arms, the tears soaking Minho’s hoodie. You let yourself heave out pained sobs which you had been holding back until now, because how long could you hold it in?

His eyes widened, and he wrapped his arms around you. The three cats mewed again as you felt a breeze around your body again – however, this one was warm, truly warm. You calmed down a little, sobs reducing to small whimpers. He looked down at you, face filled with concern, before cupping your cheek. He scanned your face and realized that you looked worse now than when he was alive to see you cry in real-time.

He frowned upon noticing your scars. He then leaned down to kiss them all one by one, his lips moving gently as if you were a fragile thing that could easily break. Once he was done with that, he pecked your right cheek, then the left one, before going up to your forehead and planting a lingering one there. His eyes darted to your lips, aching to feel them one more time, but he just leaned back. He wouldn’t be able to feel their usual warmth, which was what made them so comfortable and loving, and he didn’t want to claim you – he was yours and always would be, but you were no longer his. It would take you time to move on, he knew that, but eventually you would, and doing this felt like he was holding you back.

Not that you knew, but you did feel the same warmth on your face which was oddly familiar.

He got off the couch, knowing his time was nearly up. He kissed the cats’ heads, saying his goodbyes to them, before moving back to the spot where he spawned from. He waved at you, blowing the curtains again, which startled you.

“Merry Christmas, my love. I’ll see if I can come back next year.”

With that, he disappeared, causing Doonie to run over and swat the area where he previously was, and to mewl in frustration as nothing happened.

“Doonie, come back here. There’s no one there.”

It didn’t matter, because strangely enough, you were feeling a bit better than before, as if some of your strength had returned. You suddenly felt drowsy, and yawned, before lying down on the couch. You felt cozy now, which was confusing yet comfortable. “Must be the magic of a Christmas spirit.”

a/n: btw the drunk driver survived and got bailed out yikes

40 notes · View notes