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seuonji · 7 months

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Heyy, how are you? I love your idol!svt x idol!yn series so much! If possible, could you write how svt and yn met for the first time as idols? Tyy

from aya: HI! i’m doing great, hope you are too<3 sorry this released late but it was sent during the time my requests were closed but i like the idea so i kept it for when i was motivated to write reqs<3!! i love first encounter scenarios!! thank you so much for requesting! i went kinda super into detail…i hope that’s okay. ENJOY!!

this is going with the idea that yn is a hybe artist + things they did after the meet up but if you wanna change that let me know<3

彡 idol!svt x idol!yn ; how you two met.

seungcheol happened to pass by you and he had recognised you from something you went viral for he saw it during one of his social media management sessions. he pointed it out to you and you got embarrassed but you both enjoyed the conversation. you had an indirect second encounter at a restaurant you both were coincidentally at and he secretly paid for your meal but he told you about it when you bumped into each other at the hybe building.

—“hey yn, i saw you at that restaurant!” seungcheol kindly let you know.

“was it you that paid?” you mildly yelled out of being surprised. you thought it was just another idol treatment you were receiving from the workers. he admitted to paying and you playfully scolded him. “i’ll return the favour to you one day,” you said with seriousness. “how about you return the favour by giving me your phone number and meeting me after your practice is done?” he smugly smiled.—

jeonghan, you two became familiar with each other while at a variety show. long story short you beat jeonghan at his own game and he hasn’t recovered since. he was irrevocably impressed. as your groups dispersed after the filming, he stayed back to talk to you about the events that happened that day. the conversation was long and he enjoyed it, he didn’t want it to end. if you were close enough he would’ve invited you to his place but instead, you exchanged phone numbers.

joshua/vernon approached you after your list of most listened to songs spread around on the internet. he was shocked about how similar your taste was and he started to go to you for music recommendations. you and him eventually made a shared playlist and always updated each about everything, even things not relating to music.

jun/soonyoung was looking for people to do tik tok challenges with. he’d never done one with your group so he approached you to do the dance with him. after doing the challenge he made sure to tell you how impressed he was with how quick you were to pick up the choreography. since then he always went to you for tik tok challanges but most of the time he didn't even post them, he just kept them to himself.

wonwoo, you met him through mutual friends. he was walking in the hybe hallway with soonyoung when they passed by you. you and soonyoung were well acquainted so he stopped to greet you. you started a conversation and soonyoung pointed out a few things you and wonwoo had in common like interests in gaming, food, music, etc. you ended up asking for wonwoo’s number and he didn’t hesitate giving it to you! you made a very good first impression to him.

jihoon was involved in the production of your solo project. you two discussed for hours what you wanted the song to present and the vibes of it. in the middle of discussing you two kept on going off topic and talking about your own interests. during that conversation, he told you things he didn't think he'd tell people outside of seventeen about. he grew fond of talking to you. after the song was finished he still kept in touch with you, even asking you out for dinner.

seokmin/seungkwan accidentally walked into the room you were doing a live in— seungkwan was just in his usual embarrassing himself agenda. after you ended your live, he apologised a ton and offered to buy you a drink, platonically of course. after that occurance, you’ve grown to tease him about it whenever you saw him. you both became close overtime and he couldn’t lie, he became super excited to see you during events.

mingyu/chan you bumped into each other at the hybe gym. he stayed for a conversation and you both found a thing or two you had in common. by the end of it, he asked for you phone number and you haven’t stopped texting each other since.

minghao, you did a duo performance with him for a show. he’s not one to fall easily but as he saw you treat staff members, your group members and him with so much kindness, he couldn’t help but want to get to know you better. even after finishing the duo performance, he kept in touch with you, and that's where he slowly developed feelings for you.

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em1e · 10 months

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⠀ ⠀ ༝ your mother said to pick the very best girl - and i am.

こづめ + てつろう + コウタロウ + けいじ // TAG, YOU’RE IT ⠀ ༝ ༝ slasher!au ft. kuroo + kenma + akaashi + bokuto ⠀ ༝ ༝ 4.4k words ⠀ ⚠︎ final girl!reader, VIOLENCE, CHARACTER DEATH(s), implied fem!reader but no pronouns used, reader's bf and friends are oc's! ⠀ — a fun camping trip! what could go wrong.

you really wish you could pinpoint when everything went to shit.

you could guess, sure. maybe it was when your boyfriend suggested coming to this hicktown, the promise of a campground for your friend group of four to have a wonderful, fun, and cool outing. maybe it was when his friend invited his new girlfriend - some girl from your college that talked too loud and popped her gum too much the entire car ride over. maybe it was when the lock to your cabin didn’t fully click into place.

or maybe it was when your boyfriend slumped against the wall, his head cracked open with blood and what you could only guess was brain matter leaking freely from the hole.

you should probably backtrack a little. think for a second.

“does he have to bring his new girl?” you’re almost whining at this point, shoving the last of your bags in the back of the minivan your boyfriend, akio, thought would be perfect to rent for this weekend trip.

‘so we can all ride together!’ he’d explained with a grin. you really couldn’t tell him no if you wanted.

he hums in thought at your complaints, shrugging, “i mean he’s already invited her. he said she’s excited, too, i don’t wanna be the one to tell her she can’t come when we’re gettin’ him from her place.”

you find it hard to believe that hana’s excited to be out in the middle of nowhere with bugs biting at her and no cell service, but you take the new addition in stride, “whatever,” you wave off, climbing into the front seat, "we’re getting chiyo and aya first though, right? they dislike her more than i do.”

the twins, grouped nickname given to them by their brother and one bringing the parasitic gum-popping girl, have voiced their complaints about her coming more than once, but are ultimately shut down by said brother, riku.

“mhm,” akio confirms with a thumbs up after he’s settled in the driver’s seat, offering you the aux as he starts the van. a passenger princess through and through, you start the playlist you’d carefully crafted days before - full of things everyone will enjoy, “then we’re gonna get hana and riku.”

akio doesn’t miss the small thank god that falls from your lips, but he chooses to ignore it in favor of turning up the music.

༝ ༝

“i’m not really fellin’ this song.” hana leans over the center console to peek at what you have queued next on your phone, popping her gum loudly in your ear as she does. you grimace, but she doesn’t seem to notice while trying to decide herself what song to play instead.

you lean away from her, head hitting the window with a small frown that barely disappears when akio’s fingers tangle with your own.

“we’re like 30 minutes from the campsite, can you just sit down?” aya groans, happy to voice her distaste to anything hana does. to be fair, she’s been bouncing from seat to seat in the van, and you think it’s even been pissing riku off, if the way he grumbles a small yeah, please is anything to go by.

you tune out any further argument while looking out the window, squeezing akio’s fingers with a small hum as you pass some dingey motel in the dingier town you’re passing through before you hit the woods, “if any bugs land on me or i see a snake or a spider, you’ll be able to find me there.”

“the motel?” akio asks, grinning while glancing back in the mirror.

“mhm,” you nod, sitting up slightly and stretching your legs as much as you’re allowed, “not dealin’ with that.”

“we’re gonna be in the woods,” he reminds you with a laugh, “s’gonna be kinda hard to avoid all of that.”

you shrug, “good thing that ‘no vacancy’ light was off.”

“you’re funny.” he untangles his fingers from yours to squeeze your thigh instead, and the action leaves you smiling.

and true to aya’s word, thirty minutes later you’re in the middle of the woods, in front of a pretty cabin akio rented on airbnb. hana complains before she’s even out of the van, swatting away invisible bugs that seemed to swarm her as soon as the door was opened.

you do your best to ignore her, bumping hips with chiyo as you begin to remove everything from the van, “let’s have a fun weekend, yeah?” you offer with a small smile.

chiyo returns it with a scrunched nose, “one could only hope.” and removes her two suitcases from the pile.

༝ ༝

the first night was nice. riku might’ve made the damning decision to invite his annoying girlfriend, but he makes it up to the group easily by providing a surplus of booze, and the six of you get drunk off your asses and sleep until the middle of the next day. that saturday is filled with exploring around the cabin, walking down what trails were already there, and settling the next night off with a barbeque and sipping on what alcohol was leftover from the previous night.

the second night does not end as nicely.

you went to bed early. a headache, you think was your reasoning, probably from hana and whatever annoying habit she’d picked up for the day getting to you, but you woke up far earlier than intended.

one look to your phone told you it was a little past midnight, and you chasisted yourself for not plugging in the device before laying down - the blinking red of 7% flashing at you from a day of taking lots of pictures in nature. there’s a crash somewhere in the cabin, the living room you think, followed by a scream that has you stumbling to your feet and almost tripping over the covers as they try to hold you down to the bed.

hana’s holding what you assume to be her phone in one hand, pointing a finger at aya with a glare, “who the fuck gave you permission to go through my shit?”

aya looks impassive as she shrugs, “shouldn’t leave your phone out. maybe then we wouldn’t know about daniel, 32, who likes long walks on the beach and, what was it chiyo, country music?”

hana’s cheeks flush, scowl deepening when she finally realizes you’re standing in the hall, “of course you’re up the second there’s something going on.” and as if god isn’t sparing her any chances, your boyfriend and riku stumble in through the front door, cheeks pink from drinking.

hana’s eyes narrow between the three of you, before settling sweetly on her boyfriend (boytoy?), “riku, babe, i think we should head to our room. stinks in here.” she and aya share an intense glaring battle, before she clicks her tongue and saunters over to riku, who’s mostly being held up by akio.

just as she snakes her hand around his waist, pulls him close, the door swings open again. it lets in the chilly night air, leaves you wrapping an arm around yourself with a furrowed brow.

who the hell could that be?

tall. objectively attractive with a sharp grin and dark hair, taking in each of you with enthusiasm.

“um . . . do we know you?”

chiyo asks, head tilting while the two boys turn to face the intruder.

“me?” the stranger asks, mocking her head tilt, “no. not yet at least.” his grin is unwavering, and you decide then it’s unnerving, leaves a pit in your stomach when his eyes find your own.

“who the hell are ya then?” akio straightens his shoulders, and despite being over the line of tipsy, stands tall. the stranger however, remains taller of the two.

“is it a party in here or what?” someone behind you says, and you jump with a squeak when an arm wraps around your waist, a face you don’t recognize hooking their chin over your shoulder. gray and black hair finds way to your vision, and your body tenses before you’re shoving him away with a stumble. he pouts, slouching over, “thought a pretty thing like you’d be sweet.”

“can we help you guys with something?” aya snaps, pulling you back by the upper arm so you’re a decent distance away from him, “this is private property.”

the tall man from the door clicks his tongue, eyes narrowing, “maybe. we’re just here to have some fun.”

two more guys walk in behind him, one shorter with a mix of overgrown bleached-blonde hair giving way to dark black roots, and the other a taller man with dark hair following in close behind.

“is this a joke?” hana steps from riku, who’s looking just as annoyed as your boyfriend.

“no jokes, ” the first guy who came in promised, “just wanna play a game with you guys.”

“we’re not into games,” akio slurs out, “you guys should go ‘fore we call the cops.”

this seems to make the stranger grin wider, holding out his hand behind him to his friends. the shorter one puts something in his awaiting grasp, and it’s like everything starts happening in slow motion.

akio’s squaring his shoulders, getting ready to throw a punch, but the guy, without hesitation, is already swinging. except it’s not his fist that makes the contact - it’s a fucking bat. akio’s head turns with the impact, and the stranger takes another swing from overhead. it lands with a sickening crack, one that has akio stumbling backwards until his back hits the wall and he slumps over, fingers twitching once, twice, before stopping altogether.

you don’t know who screams first - if it’s hana or chiyo - unable to process anything around you as you openly gape at your crumbled boyfriend’s form on the ground.

“now,” the man with the bat wipes away a spot of blood that’d splashed to his cheek, “let’s talk about that fun, yeah?”

riku takes a stumbling swing at one of them, but is ultimately knocked on his ass when his own hit doesn’t connect while they make their way further into the room. hana is the first to try and run out the door, but it’s slammed shut by the last guy to come in, steel eyes freezing her in place when her hands make contact with the doorknob. she stumbles away instantly.

“let’s start with introductions, “ the bat man gestures to the couches at the center of the room, pulling a chair from the dining room to sit across from it. the slamming of another dining room chair on the ground has all of you scrambling to find a spot to sit while they find places in front of all of you, “‘m kuroo,” he points the bat to the one with blonde bits of hair, “that’s kenma,” to the one who touched you, “bokuto,” the final of the four, “and akaashi.”

his head tilts as he looks at each of you squished on the sofa together, pointing the bat at the group and grinning when you recoil, “eenie,” he points it at aya, “meenie,” chiyo, “miney,” riku, “you.” stops on you, “tell me your names, pretty.”

your eyes widen as you look between your friends.

“u-um . . .” and you introduce everyone with hesitation laced on your tongue, looking at him for confirmation that you’re finished when you’re done.

“and him?” he nods his head to akio’s body, smiles when your lip wobbles as you stutter out his name.

“good job,” he praises, “now, we are gonna let you guys go.”

hana visibly perks up at this, it’s not missed by the analytical eyes of the four studying your group. bokuto sighs from behind the couch, surprising both you and chiyo as he leans over the back of it and into your personal bubble again (when did he even move from beside akaashi?), “buuuut we gotta have some fun first.” he adds before kuroo can continue.

“fun?” chiyo parrots with a squeak. you think you can make out a smile from akaashi.

“fun,” kuroo confirms, “we’re gonna play a game. like hide and seek. you guys make it to the town that’s a few miles north from here, you win!”

he almost sounds excited as he explains.

“what happens if we don’t . . . make it?” aya asks with a frown.

“good question, aya,” kuroo stands, pushing the chair back as he does, “we’re going to kill you, if we catch you. you’ll join your little friend over there.”

you hear aya swallow hard.

“what if we don’t play?” riku counters with a glare, “we can just stay here and you won’t get a hard on from chasing us.”

“we’ll kill you here,” akaashi says easily, as if talking about something as miniscule as the weather, not about your life being held in the palm of their hands.

“speaking of -” kuroo’s eyes flit over each of you, “seems kinda unfair to be a 5 v 4, huh?”

you feel chiyo stiffen at your side from the implication, hand clumsily finding your own as kuroo towers over the five of you.

“who should it be, kenma?” kuroo glances to his right, and kenma’s head tilts before he points.

riku barely has the chance to stand before the bat is hitting him. he falls loudly to the center of the carpet, unmoving.

chiyo sobs, squeezing your hand, and aya wretches at the sight, vomiting over the side of the couch. you can only stare, wide eyed because surely this isn’t real. your boyfriend couldn’t have been murdered in front of you less than thirty minutes ago, riku’s not dead on the ground joining him right now, and these guys aren’t going to chase the four of you in the woods of some dense forest with such a minimal chance of escaping. . . right?

chiyo’s fingers digging crescent marks into the back of your hand is what pulls you from that hope.

“we’re gonna give ya fifteen seconds to get out of here-” kuroo starts, tapping riku’s back twice with the bat as if to ensure he’s down for good.

you interrupt him before you can stop the words from spilling off your lips, “twenty.”

“sorry?” kuroo’s brows furrow for only a second, before his head is tilting with a grin.

“w-we get twenty seconds,” you ration, ignoring the way chiyo’s fingers are squeezing your hand too hard, “and we get to put on our shoes.”

“you’re not really in a position to be making demands,” kenma comments impassively, but kuroo waves him off, closing his eyes for a second.

“no, it would be a little unfair if we let them zip outta here like that. we’ll give you twenty-five seconds to put on your shoes and go and it starts . . .” he looks at kenma, who gives a thumbs up, “now.”

only a second is wasted between the breath of his last words before the four of you are scrambling to stand. you have to drag chiyo up yourself, push her forward towards the door so she can slide on her shoes with shaky hands, and you’re following in suit as she’s opening the door.

one of them hollers excitedly as you slam the door shut behind you, and your eyes meet kuroo’s just before the door shuts completely. there’s no comfort in the way he smiles, the way his eyes bore holes in your trembling form.

༝ ༝

you’d been running for what felt like forever.

somehow, you’d lost everyone in the dark - hana dipped into the right of the woods the second she was out the door, and aya and chiyo’s hopes of climbing into the van were crushed when they realized the tires were slashed, so the three of you made a dash following the dirt road that brought you here. one minute they were with you, the next you’re alone, and your legs were starting to ache from exhaustion.

you freeze when a scream tears its way through the woods, echoing and desperate, but you don’t have a second to dwell on it when another body slams into yours. the impact knocks the wind out of you, and you almost scream until you fully realize who’s taken you down.

hana winces as she looks down at you, tears trailing down her cheeks with her hand held tight to her abdomen, and it’s then you notice the blood.

“t-the smaller one stabbed me,” she breathes out, a fresh wave of tears filling her eyes and spilling over her cheeks, “i didn’t even wanna come to this stupid trip.” she pushes herself off of you, sitting at your side.

“we gotta keep moving, hana,” you whisper, forcing yourself onto your aching legs and offering her a hand to stand as well.

she takes it with a frown, opening her mouth to say something before her eyes flit behind you. they widen for a second, before she’s shoving you back and stumbling away, ignoring your curse of her name as you fall flat on your ass.

“two for one?” someone says behind you, you whip your head around as you see kuroo emerging from the dark of the trees, smiling with a tilt of the head, “s’a shame. kenma just went that way, too.”

as if to confirm this, you hear a scream that has you cringing in on yourself.

“now what to do with you?” he steps around you, crouching in front of you with his head still tilted, “you were quite amusing with that twenty second rule - and the shoes. no one’s ever demanded anything from us like that. i’d hate to end this chase when you’re at such a disadvantage.”

his fingers tap the sole of your shoe, trailing up until his fingers brush against the skin above your ankle to poke there too, “you won’t make this boring for me, will you?”

you dig into the dirt at your side with a frown, and he opens his mouth to say more, but you’re tossing the mix of twigs and dirt and leaves into his face before he can get the words out. he even laughs, when you use the leg his hands wrapped around to kick at his chest. somehow, miraculously, your other foot connects with his face while he’s distracted with controlling the first, and it loosens his grip enough for you to push yourself onto your feet and stumble away.

you think you hear him laugh again as you disappear into the trees. you don’t stay long enough to find out what’s so funny.

༝ ༝

kuroo was really enjoying this chase with you.

they each took turns picking who they’d get to grab, and he was lucky enough to go first.

but something about you was really driving him wild. and now, here you were throwing dirt in his face, kicking him right after hard enough to make his nose bleed. he wipes at the blood as it makes its way past his lips, metallic and warm against his tongue. maybe they could have even more fun with you together.

don’t kill mine if you guys see ‘em. <

b> :(

k> you got something in mind with them?

you could say that <

a> I just got mine. I can help you guys if you need.

b> me pls !! mine’s slippery :(

a> 👍

k> stabbed mine couple of times. she’s annoying

just remember not to kill mine <

kuroo shoves his phone in his pocket as the three bubbles pop back up, uninterested in whatever else his friends might have to say.

he’s got a chase to get back to. he grins at the thought.

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you hadn’t seen anyone in what’s felt like hours and you were fucking exhausted.

your legs were begging you to just take a break, your lungs heaving painfully with each inhale you took, but the adrenaline in your veins spurred you on further. everything ached as you stumbled up a hill, leaning against a tree for support to use the height to your advantage and fuck, you could cry at what you saw.

just barely in the dark, you can make out the asphalt of the road - and if you squint your eyes, you can see a little further down the road is the shitty fucking motel you were gonna sleep in, the no vacancy sign shining bright against the dark of the world surrounding you.

but then someone’s grabbing you from behind, shoving your back against the tree you’d been using to hold yourself up. a scream rips itself from your throat, clawing at whatever skin your nails can come in contact with, but bokuto, you realize, only smiles and presses you harder against the tree.

“i’m so close,” you whimper out, shoving at his face when he drops it too close to your own, stomping on his toes and really doing whatever you can to shove him away from you. you glance to your right and you can still see the neon lights from the motel’s sign, the streetlights keeping the hicktown illuminated, “please.”

“kuroo’s gon’a be so happy i caught ya,” he leans down, nosing at your collar and inhaling despite you still struggling against him, “exciting since ‘kaashi got mine.”

you feel him frown against your neck, fingers tightening at your shoulders where they keep you in place. he pulls back with a pout, “that’s not even fair, is it! what’s the point of pickin’ who we wanna go for if someone else is gonna get ‘em anyways!”

you’re frozen at the implication of what ‘got mine’ could mean. the question of who dancing on your tongue, unable to voice it.

bokuto straightens after a second, smiling down at you, and you never really realized how much bigger he was than you until now - all muscles that flex as he readjusts his grip on you, “now, let’s go meet back up with kuroo, yeah?”

it frightens you how easily he picks you up and tosses you over his shoulder - and despite your desperate flailing, the way you kick and claw and scream, his grip never wavers. you can only watch as the red LEDs blink further out of sight, until the light that remains is eaten by the darkness of the woods that surrounds you.

by the time he’s walking up the stairs to the cabin, you’re worn out, and you don’t fight it when he places you on the living room floor.

riku’s no longer at the center of the carpet, and if you dared to look you’d see akio is no longer slumped against the wall as well.

bokuto crouches in front of you, toying with a piece of your hair as it falls in your face, and you half-heartedly push his hand away when he laughs, “we’re gonna have lots’a fun with you, i just know it.”

he stands when the door is pushed open again, akaashi walkin through the foyer, dragging a groaning riku in behind him. you stiffen at the sight of him, scrambling to stand only to fall back against the floor when bokuto pushes you down by the shoulder. akaashi, not so gently, pulls him until he’s laying in front of you, and you feel your fingers flex with tears welling in your eyes when he barely moves.

“r-riku?” you whimper out.

you’re answered in the form of a groan, his eyes fluttering open before they close again as if keeping them that way brought him pain. despite the way your hands shake, despite being pushed down before, you move to his side to examine what damage they could’ve done to him.

bokuto laughs again from your side, but doesn’t stop you from pulling him to you protectively, “look atcha, worrying ‘bout someone else’s skin.”

akaashi clicks his tongue, but makes no comment as the door swings open again - kuroo and kenma walking in with dirt and blood staining their hands and clothes. kuroo ruffles your hair almost affectionately as he passes and you duck away from the contact with a frown.

he looks away from you, whispers something to someone, but your heart beats painfully loud in your ears and you can’t hear much beyond your own breaths. kenma fiddles with an already blood-stained knife, twirling it between his fingers as he stares holes into your back.

kuroo takes the knife from kenma with a grin, kneeling beside you and tilting your chin up with the blade, “you do good, we’ll consider letting you go.” his hand finds itself at the nape of your neck, keeping you in place when you shy away from the metal.

“w-what?”

“you’re gonna kill him,” his eyes flit from your own to riku’s body lying beside you, then he’s turning the blade so the handle is facing you instead, pushing it into your hands, “it’ll be easy once you get past the first stab.”

your hands tremble at the weight of the knife, shaking your head with tears spilling over your cheeks, “no . . . no, i’m n-not gonna-”

kenma groans from behind you, and you flinch at the sound, closing your eyes as if that could make everything happening come to an end.

“they’re not gonna do it,” akaashi says boredly, moving behind you to somewhere else in the room, “told ya.”

“i think they can!,” bokuto adds, “they’re just scared of the first step.”

kuroo’s staring at you like he wants to eat you, like you’re stepping in the maw of a wolf and his teeth could sink into you at any second from the way he grins, “you’re right. first step is the hardest.”

his fingers wrap around your own on top of the handle, long and precise as he maneuvers you with his chest against your back, his arms surrounding you until all you can feel is him. it’s suffocating. he leans down, breath hitting the shell of your ear as he whispers, “let me help you.”

and he lifts the knife above riku’s body, and despite your protests, despite the way you fight against him, to try and squeeze your hand out from under his, the knife still lands right at the center of his chest. you’re sobbing with new vigor now, body vibrating when kuroo lets out a genuine hearty laugh.

he holds you upright as you curl in on yourself, numb. you so desperately want to fall. collapse, cold and lifeless just like riku. a nasty jolt snaps you back to reality. kuroo´s shaking you out of your stupor, his pupils dilated to the point where his eyes look black. he holds you vice-tight, cradling your head as you cry, your tears dampening his shirt. proud? maybe.

“now that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

#salmon rowe #kuroo tetsuro x reader #tetsuro kuroo x reader #kenma kozume x reader #kozume kenma x reader #bokuto kotaro x reader #kotaro bokuto x reader #akaashi keiji x reader #keiji akaashi x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #x reader #akaashi x reader #bokuto x reader #kuroo x reader #kenma x reader

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tinogiehd · 1 year

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dream's normal offline boyfriend texting the grtoupchat after this being like hey? is this weird ? and all his not offline friends being like girl DUMP HIM !!!!!!!

#this would kinda slay as a drontroversy #aya asks #mineralbreath tag

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yaeran · 9 months

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hii I'm not sure if you do requests but I was wondering if you wouldn't mind doing the tr boys reacting to a super deadpan and expressionless s/o smiling (super sweetly) for the first time in front of them.....but it's over a simple piece of candy? 😭 as long as it includes kazutora! I love ur writing sm and I hope ur doing well :> are you?

aya: yes i do requests!!! and thank you! so glad like my work ^^ that made my day. i am doing well tysm for asking, hope you are too(((o(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)o)))♡ hope this writing is okay,, thank you so much for requesting! have a lovely day.

scen: reader smiles deadpanned over a piece of candy.

kazutora would probably get weirded out— he’d tilt his head and try to understand what you’re doing. eventually he’d cup your chin with his hand which snaps your back to earth, “what are you thinking about, you’re kinda freaking me out,” he says a bit sarcastically,, he didn’t know if your expression was cute or concerning.

“sorry, zoned out for a bit,” you laughed and made eye contact with him but your eyes went back to the same spot it was last at. kazutora looked followed the trail of your eyes and saw a piece of candy near him. no way your expression was over this candy right?

but he sees the way you’re still looking at it and he just softly chuckles, unwraps the candy and places it near your mouth, “you want it?”

you gratefully eat it and say thank you. he makes a mental note to buy you this candy more- or what if you were just very hungry- perhaps you guys should go out to eat?

bonus

ran noticed your expression but he more notices your eyes which instantly lead him to seeing the candy to which he nonchalantly unwraps and feeds to you. he go on about it without thinking or doing too much.

baji would be weirded out and he’d be vocal about it. but also he’s quick to know why you have that expression. “don’t make that face you’re freaking me out,” he says as he’s feeding you the candy.

#+new spice for you!#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #ran haitani #baji keisuke #kazutora hanemiya #ran x you #ran #ran x reader #kazutora #kazutora x reader #baji x reader #toman #toman baji #bonten x you #bonten

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littencloud9 · 11 days

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sits. hi lena!!! tell me some kunichuu hcs :D

sits with you excitedly. KUNICHUU HCS!!

chuuya is a very spontaneous person and has date ideas flying around their head 24/7, but they know that kunikida prefers proper planning, so they have his schedule memorised so they can set up dates

aya met chuuya and Immediately assumed they were married

kunikida swapped out his ideal partner list for a list of reasons he loves chuuya. chuuya will never find out about it (they did. ranpo snitched)

chuuya braids kunikida’s hair <3

u know how it’s tradition to give the person you like the second button of your uniform? instead of that kunikida gave chuuya his red tie. chuuya keeps it on their wrist

they are Always going on rooftops illegally. it’s what happens when your partner manipulates gravity

chuuya is kinda bad at asking for physical affection so they’ll do it in the most roundabout way possible.

“kunikida your hand is SO cold what is wrong? thank god i wear gloves so my hands are warm.” “…thank god indeed.”

this is a kunichuu rite of passage but chuuya calls kunikida pretty boy

chuuya CANNOT take what they dish. kunikida calls them pretty back and they explode into a million pieces

kenji is delighted to have a second big brother to look up to. he’s always begging kunikida to bring chuuya over so they can talk

they are So annoying about their relationship. kunikida receives a gift from a ‘secret admirer’ all the time. chuuya wears their hickeys on Full Fucking Display

if kunikida is working too hard chuuya Will barge in and plant themself on his lap and proceed to be as annoying and disruptive as possible

chuuya also has a tendency to overwork. when they get home, kunikida is there to run them a bath and massage them until they relax

they’ve been caught making out too many times that atsushi, yosano etc makes an effort to be EXTREMELY loud before entering the office

also chuuya gets home when kunikida wakes up and will refuse to sleep until they got a kiss first

they enjoy stargazing together!

they also bring kenji/aya on field trips all the time

chuuya does not let kunikida pay. they are not above shoving kunikida to the floor if it means they get to pay

hand kisses from chuuya and forehead kisses from kunikida…

#this is getting too long but here. GOD I LOVE KUNICHUU #they mean the world to me…..#thank you for the ask hehe #edit: i feel like half of these have happened in my fics. not sorry. i stay consistent #asks #bsd #kunichuu #dino <3

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solunstell · 4 months

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List of bsd headcanons

Dazai:

Has bpd. A lot of his traits remind me of my friends with it

He some kind of trans. Nonbinary. Transfem. Transmasc. Idk he's megender lmao

He's described as appearing very youthful in the first two light novels. I imagine that once the events of the main timeline start picking up though, with all the time stopping or slowing abilities that *dont affect him*, he actually ages faster than the other characters. I draw current dazai with small wrinkles, which also hints at stress and stuff

Also, I imagine current dazai getting tanner as he works in the light, as well as getting more prominent freckles.

Round/doe eyes because that is part of his appearance in my opinion. Seeming unsuspecting and innocent, especially during his mafia days

Bad eyesight in his right eye from being under the bandages for so long. Saw this headcanon and loved it

Similarly, beastzai has bad vision in general

I always call No Longer Human an anti-ability in my head, fun fact

He loves to touch other people. Not a fan of being touched by others unless asked

I draw him with red eyes in color, and usually black eyes in ink (inconsistent artstyle my beloved)

Aroace spectrum

heavy sleeper. Very

Chuuya

FRECKLES and tan from sheep days

He likes to be close to other people more than actually touching. Presence over contact

That shade of eyes that changes colors in the light (but I use a grey base lol)

Also some sort of trans, but in a different way than dazai

Brownish red hair. Not blazing, not just brown

That man is AUTISTIC

One time instinctively kicked a friend with his ability active, expecting them to dodge cuz he's used to dazai easily dodging. They did, but they were SO CLOSE to getting hit. Imagine a confused face like wtf why you try to kick me

Light sleeper, but every now and then sleeps like he just learned how to close his eyes

A lot of his jokes go over people's heads because they expect him to be serious and his voice just doesn't change between serious and not serious

Ranpo

Autism plus adhd ftw

Aroace spectrum

Poe

He/they vibes

Anxiety

Gay af

I can 100% see him being into knitting. Imagine the guide plus ranpo all in matching sweaters

Loves baking. Sooooo bad at it

Lucy

Bi (with a lean towards girlies) she/it

VERY good at baking

But she won't share :(

Atsushi

Anxiety, so much anxiety

Aroace spectrum vibes

Very easily idolizes people and then gets surprised when they actually like being around him

Akutagawa

Aroace spectrum

Autism cuz he is so mecore sometimes

Very trans vibes from me

(I like to imagine him having tourettes cuz I have tourettes and I am Not projecting)

Atsushi (special kitty hearing) and jouno being the only ones who can hear some of his tics. He will be horrified that anyone notices them

Wait no actually I'm gonna incorporate that into my belief system. That's canon now

Mori

Genuinely cares about a lot of his workers, but not all of them

He gives great bonuses for birthdays

He absolutely loves vtubers if bsd were in a modern setting. Rip mori. He'd have also loved vocaloid lmao

Ozaki

Masc energy. Fem energy. Ooh I can see ozaki with any pronouns and identity

Kinda person to accidently either overpack or underpack. Always has painkillers, never has a pen

Ridiculous memory. Incredible gift giver. Would get someone something months or years after overhearing them say they wanted something once

"Whyd you get me a hairdryer?"

"You said you needed one. I saw it and thought of you."

"...that was months ago. I got a hairdryer already."

"..." *takes hairdryer back* "sorry wrong person. I don't have my contacts in my bad"

She has perfect vision

Kunikida

Trans vibes. In any and every direction

Adhd af

Will always conveniently have room in his schedule when Aya wants to go do something and needs someone to go with her. No, he's TOTALLY not frantically writing and erasing things, get your glasses updated

You can usually count on him to continue the bit cuz he won't realize there is a bit occurring

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woozvc · 4 months

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my lovelies <3

moots! —

@haecien — CIEN OMG LITERALLY MY FIRST MOOT AND FRIEND ON TUMBLUR😭 i love you and your rambles sm <333

@weird-bookworm — SKY SKY SKY ily sm bhai my first indian moot here and ur so funny (kinda unhinged) but we vibe sm 💯

@glosskirt — cien introduced us and ur so fun??? like I love that you can be my local yoongi stan and I love your humor sm

@slytherinshua — zannaaaa ur so cool and nice and I love that we have the same opinions on kdramas because haha #teamsuho

@welcometomyoasis — shu! we've been moots for a WHILE I cannot believe it took us so long to finally start talking it's crazy but I love your writing and our mutual love for pandas <3

@seuonji — aya you're so cool 😭 literally one of the best svt writers out here and ur so nice I cannot ily T-T

@thepoopdokyeomtouched — bestie you're literally so funny I sometimes see your reblogs and just giggle I hope we become better friends 😭

@amxlia-stars — I love your writing blog sm ur so cool <3 let's interact more!

@icyminghao — icy!! you're always in my ask box congratulating me for my milestones 😭😭 I love your vibe ur so nice <3

@mangocustard16 — mango omg you're constantly tagging me in those tag games and I love it so much 😭 also yes I'll email a big Mac to u

@nishloves — nish :DD we haven't interacted much but I love seeing you on mu tl and I love your writing so much 😭

@liveyun — YUN I LOVE YOUR MEMES SO MUCH 😭😭 I'm so glad we met in the discord gc I hope we become closer <3

#—nora talks #—cien!#—sky!#—gloss!#—zanna!#—shu!#—aya!#—ameila!#—icy!#—mango!#—nish!#—aznik!#—yun!

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gamerwoo · 1 year

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[SVT Imprinted] Wonwoo: Perfect (Part 4)

Characters: Wonwoo x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, college au, fluff, angst(???), reader’s pregnant, giving birth oh boy!!, reader makes some graphic threats lmao, for the record idk shit about giving birth :)

Word count: 3,696

Summary: Nine months of mood swings, weird cravings, and crying at the smallest things has finally led to one of the biggest moments in your life. You just hope Wonwoo doesn’t miss it.

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You were in the worst mood that afternoon. You were having bad stomach aches, Wonwoo wasn’t going to be home for a few more hours, and all you wanted was your mate to hold you and give you kisses. Therefore, you were grumpy and whiny – something that Jihoon and Hansol had to put up with since the alpha was trying to get in more time with his own mate.

You were also past your due date, which was making you irritable. You were supposed to have this baby around the time Juri and Seungcheol had their fight, but you were still just as pregnant as you were then, with no signs of that changing anytime soon.

Wonwoo didn’t mind it, though. He thought you were cute when you were pregnant. Not to mention him kissing your stomach and whispering to it and reading and singing to it was absolutely heartwarming, but still, you were in too much pain to want to be pregnant any longer.

“_____, just take the vitamins,” Jihoon sighed, still holding the bottle in his hand.

You shook your head furiously, holding one of the pillows on your bed to your chest as you sat by the headboard.

You were close to tears, and the two wolves saw that -- they didn’t know why but they assumed it was just because you were annoyed that you were still pregnant and tired and sore. Or maybe it was because you wanted Wonwoo – and it was partly that – but it was also because your stomach hurt so bad. You figured it was just the baby kicking again, so you just continued to squeeze your pillow and frown at the two wolves, trying to hold back frustrated tears.

“_____,” Hansol frowned, not liking that you were about to cry, “it’s okay. Wonwoo will be home soon, but you have to take these now. He’ll be too tired to remember to give them to you.”

You just shook your head again, glaring at the floor, “No. My stomach hurts and I don’t want to be pregnant anymore.”

Jihoon’s head cocked to the side slightly, “It hurts?”

You nodded, eyes flashing up to meet his yellow ones, “Yeah…”

“Is that why you’re crying?” he asked.

You shrugged, “Kinda… It’s just kicking harder, I think.”

Jihoon sat at the edge of the bed, studying you closely, “Does the pain come in intervals?”

He didn’t know much about being pregnant, but he’d seen enough movies and TV shows to know some things.

“I’m not keeping track!” you huffed, not liking that he was questioning you so much.

“Did your water break?”

“I-I don’t know. I thought it was just my bladder again…”

Jihoon groaned, his head rolling to look over at the younger wolf, “Go tell Seungcheol that _____’s going into labor. We need to go to the hospital now. Have Aya call her mom, too.”

“What?” you heartbeat was suddenly speeding up.

Suddenly, you were perfectly fine with this baby staying inside of you. You knew giving birth would hurt – even after it was over – and it wasn’t something you were really excited to deal with. Plus, you were just a human. You couldn’t heal like the wolves could, so you’d just be in pain for really long.

As Hansol rushed out of the room, Mingyu rushed in, “Did you say _____ is in labor?”

You started to feel the pain building in your stomach again, only this time, it was getting more intense.

“Yeah,” Jihoon nodded, hands moving to help you up, “so can you go call Wonwoo, please?”

“How can you tell?” Mingyu asked.

This pain was worse than the others, especially when you were moving, it seemed. You let out a yell of pain, unable to keep it in. Your hands gripped whatever you could – it happened to be Jihoon – squeezing has hard as you could.

Thankfully, he didn’t seem to mind.

“Just go call Wonwoo, you idiot!” the older wolf ordered.

Mingyu swiftly left, pulling his phone out from his pocket.

“Come on, we need to get you in the car,” he told you, trying to keep his voice calm and soft even though you were about to have a baby and he had no idea if you’d even make it to the hospital on time. “Where does Wonwoo keep the hospital bag?”

“C-Closet,” you breathed through the pain.

Jihoon could heard multiple footsteps storming up the stairs, and he hoped they were of people who planned to help rather than get in the way and ask questions. Thankfully, Joshua was leading the group upstairs, and was quick to help Seungcheol carry you down the stairs when asked. The rest of the group quickly moved out of the way, either scrambling up the stairs or rushing down them to make way.

“Somebody get the hospital bag from _____’s closet,” Joshua ordered, and somebody ran down the hall to retrieve it.

“Wonwoo didn’t answer his phone!” Mingyu called down the stairs.

“Well, then everybody better spam his phone,” Joshua laughed harshly, feeling your nails digging into the skin of his shoulder as you grunted and groaned at the pain, “because this baby is coming with or without him.”

“Without him?!” you cried.

No. There was no way in hell you were having a baby without him. You knew you couldn’t do it if Wonwoo wasn’t there. If he really didn’t show up, what were you going to do? Sure, your pack could be just as supportive, but you wanted your mate – the only person that ever truly made you feel safe.

“Shh, don’t worry, _____,” Seungcheol told you, his voice soft and reassuring, “he’ll show up. Wonwoo would never miss this.”

Everybody knew they couldn’t stay in the room with you the whole time, and since Joshua was already supposed to be in there anyway, you had to decide who would be your replacement Wonwoo until the real Wonwoo showed up – if he showed up.

While Seungcheol was helpful at home, you already knew he’d be awkward while you were in labor. While you thought Minghao or Junhui would be a good pick – they would have to go through this later with Yoona anyway – you figured the two wolves going through this once would be enough. Juri was one of your best friends and she was incredibly supportive, but you didn’t want to subject her to your possible screaming or possibly breaking her hand.

Aya seemed like your best option.

Aya was not only strong enough to handle your hand-squeezing, but she was also good at being reassuring. She was the best of both worlds, and it wouldn’t be awkward if she saw your vagina. She had seen it before anyway, and she planned on being in the room to help her mom and Joshua, so she seemed like the best choice.

“Where’s Wonwoo?” you whined, already laying down in a bed as you waited to go to the delivery room to actually have the baby. You weren’t dilated enough yet, so you were just in a crowded room where your pack freely went in and out. “Why isn’t he answering?”

“He’s still at work so he probably hasn’t checked his phone,” Jeonghan tried to explain as he sat on a small couch-like chair and stared up at the ceiling.

“He’ll be here, _____,” Juri promised with a warm smile.

But he wasn’t there, and you didn’t hear anything from him for hours. It wasn’t until 10pm that Seungcheol came running into the room with his cellphone pressed to his ear.

“Wonwoo’s on his way,” he reported.

But then he didn’t get to the hospital until 11pm because he worked farther away from the hospital. And by that time, Joshua and Dr. Moon were both insisting you take the epidural, but you were refusing through tears because the needle looked big and you didn’t want them to stab your spine with it. But you had also been crying from pain since you showed up.

“_____, it’ll help you feel better,” Joshua’s soft voice tried to persuade you.

But you weren’t having it. You weren’t listening to anybody, not even Aya’s mother. You just wanted Wonwoo. Without your mate, you were just terrified and irritable.

“No!” you cried, tears still on your face from the last round of contractions that were particularly harsh. “That needle is massive, and I swear to god, Josh, I’ll jam it up your ass if you try to make me get anything using that thing!”

The small group had been trying to convince you off and on for hours until Wonwoo finally rushed into the room, hair a mess and breathing like he had run all the way from work to the hospital.

As soon as you saw him, you reached out for him, letting go of your strong grip on Aya’s hand as she sighed in relief and rubbed her hand. Wonwoo went right up to you, peppering your face that was damp from tears with sweet kisses as he smoothed your messy hair back.

“I’m so so so so sorry,” he mumbled, stroking your cheek softly. “I was at work so my phone was off, and then I saw all the calls and messages and voicemails and– Fuck, _____, I’m sorry I wasn’t here.”

“You’re here now, and the baby isn’t, so you’re good,” Joshua reassured him.

“And my hand won’t have to be cut off,” Aya commented quietly as she gestured for Jeonghan to leave the room with her – following the group that Seungcheol and Juri were ushering out so you could be alone with Wonwoo. “I’ll be back.”

Joshua just nodded at Aya before he looked at Wonwoo, still holding the needle in his hand, “Can you please convince _____ to let us give her this?”

“Baby,” Wonwoo frowned as he looked down at you, “you said you’d want anything that would keep you from being in pain. Why don’t you want to take it now?”

“Um, hello?! Look at the needle!” you exclaimed, pointing at how long and menacing the sharp object looked. “I don’t want that in my spine!”

“_____, I wouldn’t let anybody give you something that would hurt you. It’ll just feel like some pressure, and then you’ll feel better,” he promised, taking both of your hands in his. “You trust me, don’t you?”

You nodded with a small pout on your face. So Wonwoo helped you to sit on the edge of the bed while Joshua exposed your back and prepped you for the shot. Wonwoo kept both of his hands in yours, eyeing his brother to prepare for the inevitable squeeze to his hands.

“Ready?” Joshua asked.

“No,” you mumbled, “but yeah…”

Joshua inserted the needle, and you sucked in a sharp breath. Wonwoo didn’t find the pressure you put on his hands to be too bad, but he expected it to get worse later. He was honestly surprised you were actually able to hurt Aya – unless it was just from her hand being crushed in your grip for a long period of time – considering the werewolves’ pain tolerance was very high.

Contractions after the epidural did feel a bit duller, but they still didn’t feel nice. You just wanted the baby out of you, but it took two more hours for you to finally be dilated enough to go to the delivery room. And that was when your nerves spiked once again, and you felt yourself starting to panic.

“I can’t do this!” you suddenly decided, as if that would suddenly make it so you didn’t have to give birth.

“Love, you have to,” Wonwoo told you as he walked beside you while you were wheeled to the designated delivery room.

“But it’s going to hurt, and stitches, and blood, and–”

“_____, you’re going to start hyperventilating,” Wonwoo frowned, looking down at you as he gave your hand a soft squeeze. “I’ll be beside you the whole time, and I promise you’ll be okay.”

So, like every other time you were scared of something, you put all your trust in Wonwoo. As Dr. Moon got everything prepped and ready, you looked up at Wonwoo in pure terror but felt a little bit better just looking up into his gold eyes with little bits of brown from his contacts still freckled in. As it hit you that this was it – you were going to be a mother – you found solace in the fact that Wonwoo would be with you to help you no matter what. And as Dr. Moon told you to push, you found comfort in the warmth of Wonwoo’s hand around yours.

Everything was kind of a blur. There was a lot of screaming, a lot of swearing and death threats – mainly from you toward the two male wolves in the room, but Joshua threatened Wonwoo once (”It’s great that _____’s back to her normal self, but if your mate really tries disembowel me in my sleep, I’ll kill you.”) – and lots of reassurance. No matter what kind of profanities or otherwise you threw at anybody, they kept telling you that you were doing great and that you could do this and that it was almost over.

“If you tell me it’s almost over one more time, Hong,” you began through clenched teeth as you gripped Wonwoo’s hand harder than you ever gripped anything in your life, “I’m going to take a fucking scalpel and shove it up your–”

“If you keep threatening him, I’m probably going to actually die,” Wonwoo told you, interrupting your next threat.

“No, he’s serious this time,” Dr. Moon smirked – she’d been laughing softly at the whole ordeal. “The head is crowning.”

Wonwoo stepped to the side, leaning over to see, but you quickly tugged on his hand to yank him back toward your head. He just chuckled, pressing a kiss to your knuckles, “Darling, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

“I don’t care,” you whined. “I need you up here.”

“_____, it’s almost over,” Aya promised. “Just one more big push.”

You shook your head, tears continuing to fall from your face like they had been this whole time, “I can’t!”

“Yes, you can,” he nodded, wrapping his free hand around the hand of yours that he still held. “Now squeeze my hand as hard as you can, and push when Dr. Moon tells you.”

So as soon as you were instructed, you did as told. Wonwoo finally understood why Aya was cradling her hand to her chest, but you were doing it! You were giving birth to your baby – something you were terrified to do – and he had never been so proud of you.

The pressure was suddenly gone, and your body instinctively relaxed against the bed, your bones and muscles feeling like jelly. Your eyes closed as you heard a cry fill the room, and you heard Wonwoo making a soft noise somewhere between laughing and crying.

You kept your eyes closed, but you felt Wonwoo’s lips press to your forehead before you heard him whisper, “It’s a girl.”

Wonwoo stood outside the window to look at the newborns, staring at the one that had your names on the crib. The two of you had talked about baby names for both genders but you’d never officially decided on one. He was trying to figure out what your baby looked like she should be named, but he just wasn’t sure.

“Hey,” Minghao walked up to Wonwoo, standing beside him as he looked over the group of babies before he finally spotted the one Wonwoo was looking at. “She’s really cute.”

“I love her already,” Wonwoo chuckled, his hands shoved into his jeans that he’d been wearing since the morning before. “Even when I saw her covered in blood and everything, I loved her.”

“_____ doesn’t do well with blood,” Minghao recalled with a soft laugh. “Hope she didn’t see.”

“She almost fell asleep as soon as it was over,” Wonwoo admitted. “She’s almost done getting stitched up, and then she gets to officially meet our daughter – y’know, that’s so weird to say: our daughter.”

“You’re a dad now, dude” Minghao smirked, nudging the older wolf in his side.

“You’ll be one soon, too.”

“Yeah, that’s even weirder to think about.”

“Nah, you’re one of the more responsible ones.”

The two fell into a comfortable silence as they stared at the baby girl, until Wonwoo spoke up again quietly, “You know, _____ and I think really highly of you, right?”

Minghao’s cheeks turned a soft shade of pink at the suddenly compliment, “I-I guess so. Why are you suddenly saying that?”

“I know things are tough with you and Junhui still, and I don’t want you to think anything bad about yourself,” Wonwoo said, looking away from the window to look at the younger wolf.

“I know Jun doesn’t mean anything he says,” Minghao sighed, shaking his head. “I don’t know if he’ll always be like this or not, but I know it’s just because he’s upset. It doesn’t make me feel bad about myself, it just makes me feel bad for Yoona.”

“Well, I’m sure things will work out,” Wonwoo nodded with a warm smile, resting a hand on Minghao’s shoulder. “For now, you can play uncle.”

“You can meet her,” Aya spoke up, walking toward the two boys. “_____’s all fixed up, so we’re going to bring her in. You should probably get the pack – they’re gonna wanna meet her, too.”

It was like the whole world was being put in your arms, and all you could do was smile until your cheeks hurt. You couldn’t believe something half you was so damn perfect – you assumed she got it from Wonwoo’s genes. Her eyes were still closed, and she had a little pink hat covering her head – Joshua insisted she had a head full of brown, curly hair – but even so, you thought she was absolutely perfect.

You and Wonwoo had lists of baby names that would fit for both of you. Something that your family and his would both appreciate. But now as you looked at your daughter, none of them felt right.

“She’s so cute!” Areum squealed softly – everyone was being very careful as to not wake her – before looking over at Chan beside her.

Chan was already putting a finger to her lips before she could even say anything, “Don’t start.”

“Good thing she looks more like _____ than you,” Junhui teased from your other side as he leaned over the bed to get a better look. “That’s why she’s so cute, Won.”

Junhui was an absolute sucker for the baby, which made you hope that he would be even more fond of the twins Yoona was supposed to be having soon.

“It’s gonna be so nice having a baby around the house,” Seokmin mused as he looked over Bomi’s shoulder to see the baby in her arms. “I mean, other than the crying in the middle of the night.”

“That’s all babies do, Seok,” Aya snorted.

“Can I hold her?” Mingyu asked, standing behind his mate with a pout on his face.

Jihoon frowned at Mingyu as the baby was handed off to him next, “No, you’ll drop her.”

Your daughter made her way around the room, each person getting a chance to hold her while Wonwoo continually kissed whatever part of you he could while murmuring how well you did and how much he loved you and how proud of you he was. He kept your hand in his warm one as you rested your eyes, listening to the pack coo at your daughter – even Jihoon, who seemed slightly awkward holding a baby.

You didn’t remember falling asleep. Soonyoung was arguing with his pack over him being the best babysitter, and your eyelids just started to feel heavy.

The next thing you heard was Wonwoo’s voice singing softly.

“--When skies are grey. You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you.”

You opened your eyes and rolled your head to the other side. The windows showed the sun was starting to come up, and your room was empty. The pack must’ve gone home now. But Wonwoo was still awake, holding your daughter in his arms as he sang to her.

“Please don’t take my sunshine away,” he finished before pressing the softest kiss to her forehead.

And suddenly, you had an idea for a name.

“What about Sonny?” you asked, your voice hoarse from sleep -- and probably all the yelling, crying, and grunting you did.

Wonwoo’s head snapped up, eyes landing on you with surprise, but his expression quickly melted into a smile, “Sonny, huh?”

The two of you had tossed names back and forth for the longest time, coming up with a small list but never quite deciding on a name you both were 100% about. And Sonny wasn’t even on the list, but after seeing Wonwoo with her, you felt 1000% sure about this name.

You nodded, a sleepy smile coming to your face, “Our little sunshine.”

Wonwoo chuckled, a soft blush coming to his cheeks as he looked back down at the infant in his arms. He walked over to your bed, passing the baby to you before he very gingerly wrapped his warm arms around you both and rested his cheek against your head.

“She does look like a Sonny, doesn’t she?” he asked.

“I think so,” you hummed. “Jeon Sonny sounds nice, too.”

“Sonny it is,” he decided before he pressed a lingering kiss to the crown of your head. With his lips still against your head, he mumbled, “I love you so much.”

“I love you so much,” you told him, tilting your head back to smile up at him.

He smiled back before he pressed a sweet kiss to your lips. Then he looked down at Sonny, still fast asleep.

“And I love you,” he told her, leaving another kiss on her forehead. “My two favorite girls.”

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