#i’m pretending he’s feeding me chocolate covered strawberries

[mommy-imagines]

Pretty Boy - part. 5

Content: Mommy Kink. Sugar Mommy. MILF. Age-Play. Headspace. Diapers. Heavy Fluff.

Words: 3.717

“Mommy, gifts?” Atsumu asked her, voice excited and carrying laughter, “Mommy! Wake up, it’s Christmas!” She felt a gentle finger poking her cheek and slowly opened her eyes, immediately coming face to face with Atsumu’s bright eyes, much too alert for - She chanced a look at her phone, god! Much too alert for seven thirty in the morning.

“Baby, it’s very early, why are you up already?” She asked him, voice carrying sleepiness, arms encircling him and pulling him down and under the covers once more, he pouted at her and it made her laugh.

“Mommy, it’s Christmas, we can’t sleep in! What if Santa came?” He asked her very seriously, her eyes widened at his words and she took a moment to study him. His eyes were bright, alight with childish glee. He had clearly slipped much farther into his headspace than ever before. It made her happy to note it and it couldn’t have happened at a better time.

The previous night they had hosted Christmas Eve dinner for Atsumu’s family, so that was how she had met Atsumu’s mother and his grandmother and, thankfully, they had all gotten along splendidly and by the time that the evening was over, Atsumu was practically glowing. Both from happiness and from the single glass of wine that he had consumed. He hadn’t had anything alcoholic to drink ever since they had gotten together, but she figured that being Christmas and all, she could allow him to indulge a little bit; And she didn’t miss the surprised look that crossed his face once he realized her permission nor did she miss the small grimace that he tried very hard to hide every time that he took a sip.

She had to make a valiant effort to contain her amused laughter, it would appear that her baby was not used to those kind of drinks anymore; By the time that they were done with supper and dessert, his glass was still half full and he claimed to had eaten too much and thus couldn’t stomach anything else when Osamu questioned him about it. Well, Mommy wasn’t complaining. As far as she was concerned, it was better that way.

She blinked back to the present. Atsumu had busied himself by quietly talking to Toulouse and was largely ignoring the rest of the world. With his hair pointing at every direction, his flushed cheeks, and the telltale bulge between his legs, the flaps of his diaper peeking through the hem of his pajamas, he looked like the perfect little boy. It made her smile fondly at him.

He had no practice at all until the third week of January, more than enough time for him to enjoy his headspace for as long as he wanted to, she was curious to see how long it would last for.

Her thoughts strayed back to the nicely wrapped gifts downstairs, all but one waiting underneath the Christmas tree. She could barely wait to see his expression as he received it.

For the past three weeks, all that Atsumu could talk about was of how lonely Toulouse would get whenever Atsumu wasn’t home to keep him company and how much Toulouse would complain to Atsumu every night about being left on his own during the “whole entire day, Mommy!”.

“Mommy, I’m hungry,” Her baby complained, looking up at her with large hazel eyes and a cute little pout.

“You are?” She gasped, “Why, baby! Mommy is hungry too! How could you tell?” She exaggerated and he giggled in response. Her heart grew three sizes at the sound.

“It’s ‘cause I’m magic!” He proudly informed her and she gasped dramatically.

“No!” She suddenly lowered her voice, leaning forward, closer to his face, as one would do to share a secret, “What kind of magic, baby?”

“Like Aslan, Mommy!” Was the response and her expression was so fond that she was afraid that her face would be forever stuck that way.

They had watched all of the Chronicles of Narnia movies and Atsumu had been obsessed with Aslan from day one, saying how much of a good friend he would be to Toulouse. Now that she stopped to think about it, her baby definitely had a thing for felines. “Well baby, in that case, I can not possibly allow someone so powerful to go through the day without a nice, yummy breakfast, can I?” She tickled his tummy and he giggled.

Atsumu’s eyes turned mischievous, “What kind of breakfast, Mommy? ‘Cause it’s Christmas and I’m strong like Aslan, so it has to be a very special breakfast.” His voice was very serious and she played the part, pretending to be thinking it over.

“Well, how about some special pancakes then?” She looked at him as if proposing a business deal, “With chocolate chips and lots of strawberries?”

Atsumu seemed to be considering her offer before nodding solemnly, “Okay, Mommy;” He said, then his expression turned shy and his cheeks pinkened, he leaned his head up a little bit until his mouth was hovering over her ear, “Mommy, I had an accident.” He whispered and she hugged him tightly, pressing a big kiss to his cheek that made him giggle happily.

“Well, Mommy will change you right up, then we can brush our teeth and go downstairs so Mommy can make us some breakfast,”

“Can we stay in our jammies, Mommy?” He asked, looking up at her, eyes full of innocence.

She surprised herself with how easily she told him yes. Before Atsumu, she would never even consider the idea of going about her day, even if just staying at home, without being properly dressed. She supposed that it couldn’t hurt, they weren’t meeting anyone for the entire day, in fact, there had been a huge blizzard, so all roads were closed. “Of course we can, little one; It’s Christmas, after all,”

So Mommy got up, groaned playfully as she stood, dragging a gleeful giggle from Atsumu; “Lay back down, baby; So Mommy can change you,” She told him with an amused smile when he stood on his knees, crawling to the end of the bed, “What are you doing, little one?” She asked him with a gentle laugh when he surged forward and wrapped his arms around her middle, “What is it, baby?” She asked, hand cupping the back of his neck and cheek pressed against the top of his messy hair.

“Love you, Mommy,” He said, voice full of innocence, as he looked up at her; She felt her eyes prickling with tears, was surprised to feel it, too; She couldn’t remember the last time that she had felt so at peace. Being on the receiving end of such an intense stare, it tugged at her heartstrings. She smiled down at him and pecked his nose, he wrinkled it as a response and she chuckled at him.

“Mommy loves you too, baby;” She finally responded.

They stayed like that for a couple of moments until Atsumu started to wriggle, complaining about his wet diaper, so she arranged him on the bed and changed him, tickling his tummy to make him laugh when he whined at the cold wipes. Once he was properly dressed again, she guided him to the adjoined bathroom so that they both could brush their teeth and then was guiding him out of the room, “Mommy, wait!” He suddenly stopped by the doorway, eyes wide and looking around frantically, she didn’t have the time to become worried, because then he was running back to the bed, searching the covers and walking back to her side with Toulouse firmly held close to his chest.

“All set, darling?” She asked, a smile as fond as it always was when it came to Atsumu. He nodded at her solemnly.

“I’ve told you, Mommy; Toulouse gets lonely when he’s not with me,”

“Well then, baby;” She ruffled his hair and picked his hand, intertwining their fingers and guiding him along the hallway and down the stairs, “Mommy will just have to figure out a way so Toulouse will have a friend, don’t you think?”

Atsumu hummed, as if considering her words very seriously, walking down the steps carefully, one hand firmly held by Mommy and the other holding his friend, “I think so, Mommy; I don’t like it when he’s sad,” He pouted and she couldn’t resist pinching his cheek and pressing a kiss to it.

They got to the main kitchen and Atsumu promptly sat down on one of the stools by the marble island while she brought out the ingredients.

She kept one eye on him at all times, but mostly left him be; As she mixed the batter and cut the strawberries, Atsumu was in his own little world, he had placed Toulouse on top of the island, in front of him, and was telling him a very detailed story about his last horseback riding lesson, something about how much he liked Leia, because the mare never moved fast enough to scare him and how she always let him feed her, “Alright, little one; Why don’t we sit Toulouse on his own stool so we can eat breakfast? We can eat it here, I think; No need to move everything to the breakfast room.”

“Okay, Mommy!” Atsumu told her easily, smiled as bright as the sun, and carefully placed the stuffed jackal on the stool next to him.

She cut his pancakes in small squares and placed a small bowl with strawberries beside the plate. It was the first time that Atsumu had gone so deep in his headspace, the other times were always right before bedtime, mostly when he was nursing after having a particularly long day; She wasn’t exactly sure about how young he felt, but she surmised that it would be changing during the day.

As she sat down in front of him, nursing her cup of coffee, she watched as he picked the squares with the tip of his long fingers, carefully selecting the ones that had the most chocolate chips to it., “Baby, slow down a bit, your food is not going to run away,” She reprimanded him softly, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

“I’m sorry, Mommy;” He said, suddenly sheepish, but he was smiling as well, “I’m just excited for the gifts!” He told her, eyes bright but face almost bashful.

“Well, baby,” She started, picking up a cloth napkin and wetting the corner of it and then leaning forward to wipe his chin and the corners of his mouth, “Your gifts aren’t going away either, so there’s no reason to rush, Mommy doesn’t want her baby to choke,”

Atsumu nodded sweetly at her and then his movements turned deliberately slow as he picked the next piece of pancake and she had to stifle a laugh when he missed his mouth, much too busy with telling Toulouse why was it that they were talking about gifts and explaining that today was Christmas day.

They finished breakfast soon after and she was pretty sure that Atsumu had gotten more chocolate sauce on his cheeks and his chin than inside of his mouth, the boy whining and struggling to sit still as she wiped his face and his hands clean.

Once they were done, with the dirty dishes already inside the dishwasher, she extended her hand so that he could grab it and hop down the stool. She grabbed her newly topped coffee cup and guided him to the main living room, where they had placed the biggest Christmas tree.

There was another tree on the entrance hall, delicately decorated with ornate glass baubles, but she liked this one better - If only because the two of them had decorated it together and she smiled fondly at the memory of that day (Atsumu had snuck up behind her and picked her up suddenly, telling her very seriously that Mommy should be the one to place the star).

She looked to the boy at her side and, sure enough, Atsumu was vibrating in place, eyes scanning the truly immense amount of nicely wrapped gifts underneath the Christmas tree. (She was very grateful for the high ceilings of her Estate, because when they went to pick the tree, Atsumu had decided that his favorite tree out of all of the others was a 50ft tree and, honestly, she could never say no to his pleading look, not when he was all bundled up and with his face all pink from the cold, eyes barely peeking through his winter hat.).

She started the fireplace and walked to the corner of the room, coming back with a blanket, which she folded in half and placed on the floor near the tree. The house was warm, thanks to the excellent heating system, and the marble floors were heated as well, but still, she was not allowing her baby to sit directly on the floor.

She sat down on an armchair by his side and pulled her silk robe tighter around her body, “Okay, baby;” She started, smiling down at him. Atsumu’s face was decorated with a bright smile, “Why don’t you start with this one then?” She handed him a rectangular gift with a big purple bow on top.

He nodded happily and reached for the box, she watched as he took his time to unwrap it, carefully undoing the bow and mindful as to not tear the wrapping. Her smile widened as she took in his slack-jawed expression as he saw the contents inside of the box, “Mommy! Thank you!” He jumped forward and gave her a hug, with just enough warning for her to place down her coffee cup on the nearby side table.

Atsumu had been too shy to ask for it, but she had overheard him talking to Bokuto about how cool he thought the new PS5 was, “You are very welcome, baby;” She told him, kissing the top of his blonde hair, “Why don’t you pick the next one?”

So it went, with each unwrapped gift, she found herself with an armful of 6’3’ smiling volleyball setter, she finally gave up on her coffee and just let it be forgotten by her side.

Atsumu gasped with every gift. By the end of it, the large living room was a mess of colorful wrapping and bows and a litany of gifts - the new PS5, a variety of games to go with it (nothing too violent, Atsumu had gone to a boys’ night at Sakusa’s with Bokuto, Osamu and Hinata and they had played something called Resident Evil, the poor boy had had nightmares for almost a month and still couldn’t sleep without a night light); a collection of Nike’s top of the line sneakers that hadn’t been launched yet, but that she had managed to buy because the CEO owed her a couple of favors; a limited edition Rolex; a new laptop and a new phone; some toys and some books.

“Mommy, thank you so much!” He told her, setting his new iPhone to the side and crawling until he was in front of her, he stood on his knees and started playing with her fingers, “Mommy, those were a lot of gifts, didn’t have to buy ‘Tsumu so many gifts,'' His voice was small and his eyes had dimmed a little bit.

That just wouldn’t do, “Baby, Mommy wants to buy you all of the nicest things in the world!” She told him, purposefully making her voice sound over the top so that he would smile at her again.

“But Mommy,” He started and she cut him off. Leaning forward and kissing his forehead, hand smoothing his hair back and away from his face.

“Baby, Mommy will always buy you pretty things, Mommy loves you very much and Mommy loves to spoil you,” She told him, eyes serious and he bit his lower lip, as if pondering her words, before giving a soft sigh and nodding slightly, “Now, little one;” She started once more, “Mommy wants you to sit right there,” She pointed to his previously occupied spot on the dark blue faux-fur blanket on the floor, “And Mommy wants you to close your eyes, no peeking!” She directed and he looked at her questionly before doing as told.

She gave a playful pinch to his padded bottom as he crawled away from her and he squeaked in response, making her laugh, “Mommy will be right back! Eyes closed, remember!”

She laughed at his attempt to contain his enthusiasm and walked out of the room and to her study, quickly retrieving the box that she had set aside and returning to her waiting boy, “Are your eyes closed, little one?”

“Yes, Mommy!” He giggled sweetly.

“Okay then!” She said, placing the large baby blue box in front of him and sitting down once more. “Alright baby, open up,” As soon as she had finished saying the words, his eyes were popping open and instantly zeroed on the box in front of him, he looked up at her in confusion, “Well baby, go on!” She instructed and he tentatively poked the large silver bow on top of the lid.

Atsumu suddenly gasped, “Mommy, it moved!” He looked up at her with wide eyes and she couldn’t contain her laughter at his astonished expression.

“Really?” She gasped right back, voice full of laughter, “Then you better see what’s inside, don’t you think?”

Atsumu bit his lower lip again and hesitantly lifted the lid, as soon as he did, he was gasping wetly and looking up at her with surprised eyes full of tears, his cheeks were flushed pink and his mouth was open slightly in surprise, “Mommy! Is this really for me?” He asked, voice cautiously joyful.

Her tone was gentle as she replied, “Of course it is, baby;”

Atsumu sniffed and then slowly reached his hands inside to pick up the small kitten that was peering up at him with curious eyes, “Pretty!” Atsumu mumbled, the small Ashera kitten almost disappearing where she was being held by his large hands, “Is it a boy or a girl, Mommy?”

“She’s a girl, darling, Mommy was feeling a little bit lonely with so many boys in the house!” She teased him, and Atsumu gave her a cheeky smile, Toulouse placed at his side, “You need to pick a name for her;”

Atsumu tilted his head, studying the small kitten and giggling with delight when she gave him a tiny meow, followed by a small purr as he scratched behind her ears, “I don’t know, Mommy; You choose!” He finally gave up.

“Me, baby?”

“Yes,” He nodded very seriously, “I got to pick Toulouse’s name, ‘cause we’re both boys, now you pick her name, ‘cause you’re both girls!” He rationalized and she indulged him with a fond grin.

“Okay, baby;” She nodded, “I guess that I’ve always liked the name Ophelia,” She said after thinking for a moment, “What do you think?”

Atsumu’s eyes lit up once more, “I love it, Mommy!” He declared and she laughed.

“I’m glad, baby! Mommy will ask the jeweler to put her name on a tag for her collar tomorrow, okay?”

He nodded happily and then promptly ignored her altogether in favor of introducing Ophelia to Toulouse, informing the small kitten that they would be best friends and that she could keep Toulouse company when he was away for practice.

She shook her head in fond amusement, took a sip of her coffee and immediately grimaced at the cold beverage.

/*/

“Are you getting tired, baby?” Mommy asked him once Atsumu yawned for the third time, his eyes were fixed to the TV where Winnie the Pooh was playing. They had just finished having lunch and were back in the main living room.

She had made quick work of discarding the wrapping and organizing Atsumu’s gifts in neat piles. She looked down at the boy resting against her, he looked on the verge of dozing off.

She supposed that he could have his nap in the living room; The sofa had been custom made to be on the larger side and Atsumu looked pretty cozy.

Outside the sky was gray, the blizzard had come back in full force, but Mommy and Atsumu were safe inside their warm home. She had dimmed the lights in the hopes of easing the little boy into a nap and it seemed to be working, the warmth of the fireplace helping her endeavour. While she had made a quick trip to the bedroom to change into proper clothes, she had allowed Atsumu to remain on his pajamas and the combination of messy hair with his flushed cheeks, light blue pacifier bobbing softly between his lips and the top of his recently changed diaper just peeking through over the hem of his pants, he looked absolutely precious. “Mommy,” Atsumu whispered, eyes dropping.

She looked down at him. Her baby had his head pillowed by her legs, Toulouse held closely to his own chest, socked feet tucked underneath him; She smiled softly and reached behind her for the plush faux fur white throw blanket that she had bought especially for her baby, she covered him with the blanket and smoothed his hair away from his face, “Yes, baby?”

Atsumu gave her a soft little sigh in response, giggled sleepily when Ophelia snuggled close to his chest, “Hi, kitty,” He whispered, words slurred from sleep and because of the soother between his lips, “Mommy, stay?” He asked her, drowsy eyes staring up at her with unadulterated trust.

One of his hands was clutching Toulouse and the other he had curled into a loose fist as he gripped her shirt, Ophelia nestled herself on the crook of his neck, “Of course, baby,” She answered him, fingers deftly carding through his soft hair, “Mommy will always stay;” She smiled gently at him, his eyes nearly closing, “You can go to sleep now, little one; Mommy’ll watch over you and Mommy will be right here when you wake up.”

Atsumu sighed softly again, his next words were barely comprehensible, “I know that, Mommy; Lov’you.” He slurred and, before she could answer him, he was already fast asleep.

“Mommy loves you, too.” She said, just in case.

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[softyoongiionly]

Bunny Do

You and your husband live in a cottage together in the forest.

Welcome to a day in your life.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff, smut, slice of life au, domestic au, DO I EVER WRITE ANY OTHER KIND OF JUNGKOOK? No. I have a problem

Word Count: 5.4k

A/N: Well hey there. Look it’s Aqua, back with ANOTHER Jungkook domestic au. Seriously someone needs to stop me. This is just excessive at this point. Anyways, I freaking love you. Yes you. Hi, I love YOU. Ok bye.

this fic is dedicated to @bulletproofbirdy​ whom I love with my whole entire heart. The war has begun.

IMPORTANT: Please check out this link and do what you can! All lives can’t matter until black lives do. 

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Warnings: swearing, Jungkook abs, smut (18+ only plz)

Chaos is not something you’ve been apart of for quite some time.

You traded in your busy life of hustling and turned away the bustling city you were born in to retreat into what could only be described as paradise.

Sure, the bugs can be a bit overwhelming and mating season amongst your animal neighbors doesn’t provide the most serene of soundtracks but, it was home.

Home is now a small cottage nestled into the forest at the base of Mount Iridescence.  

The exterior is made of smooth grey stone and the roof, which your husband laid by hand, is made from the finest oak the two of you could find.  

Of course, the exterior is covered in greenery, it wouldn’t be a cottage paradise if it weren’t.

The front of the cottage is adorned with a massive flower garden full of white daisies, pink roses, yellow tulips and tons of baby’s breath.  

Your porch served multiple purposes; housing the ridiculous amount of plants you’ve nursed, providing shelter to the occasional racoon or squirrel and, allowing you and your husband to watch the sun kiss the crest of the mountains every evening.  

The interior of your cottage was intentionally simple. Other than your husband’s many homemade ceramic pieces, the main source of décor was of course, more greenery. White linen, chocolate colored clay and, delicate lace also accented the inside of your home.  

Behind the cottage was essentially a small zoo, complete with a dozen chickens, a handful of geese, a cow named Jezabel, a llama named Su and, two baby bunnies named Floof and Tokki.  

Beside the animals was a garden that provided many of the ingredients you use in your kitchen every day; broccoli, cauliflower, pumpkin, green peppers, jalapeños, garlic, thyme, parsley, tomatoes, strawberries, grapes and carrots. There was a lemon tree or two as well but, the garden was consistently expanded as you and your husband learned new ways to be better plant parents.  

The point is, you had made yourself a nice little life in the forest.

An odd trip into town occurred every week or so as well as visits to friends and family but overall, life had resigned to the small nook in the forest.  

You had never felt more at peace...

“JAGI,TOKKI IS MISSING!!!”

Your husband’s urgent call rips you out of your gratitude as you begin frantically looking towards the direction of his voice.

“What??? Are you sure?! We locked their little home last night didn’t we?”

You’re now questioning every life decision you’ve ever made and whilst you’d like to be absolutely certain you’d never do anything to endanger the lives of your two tiny fluffy children, the fear in your husbands voice is unsettling.

Finally he whips around the corner, his black hair flopping about as he does, eyes wide with panic.

“I can’t find him anywhere- I went to feed them and I can only see Floof!”

“You checked under the patch of bedding in the left corner? He’s always hiding under there...” You insure, your breathing slightly increasing.

He seems to deflate beneath your question and, suddenly a rush of pink comes across his cheeks, “I- well...ok I may have forgot to check underneath the bedding...”

He rushes out the last bit of his words before hastily running to the backyard. Despite your inability to keep up with your freakishly athletic husband, your anxiety is fueling your movements to the point that you aren’t far behind him.  

“Excuse me Su, Jezebel! Ge-Get out of my way please!”  

You hear him try and reason with the ladies currently blocking his path as he nearly trips over some stray chicken wire.  

“Slow down!” You call after him, slightly out of breath as you see Jungkook halt abruptly in front of the baby blue hutch housing the bunnies.

“Hi Floof, sorry to bother you again I’m just gonna-” Jungkook murmurs into the hutch as you finally catch up to him.

Eagerly, you peak over his shoulder, heart wildly thrashing in your chest as you see him lift up the fluffy padding on the bottom of their home.

Sure enough, Tokki is sleeping soundly beneath the padding, his small caramel colored body curled into a little ball, completely unaware of the panic over his disappearance.

“Oh god...babe I’m so sorry, I just freaked out I thought- I thought I let him out because, I was the last one out here last night.”  

You can hear the tightening in his voice and it sends a thousands pangs of sadness into your heart.

Kissing your teeth, you pull him into your chest, laughing gently as you pat his back.

“Hey, hey it’s ok sweetheart. He’s right here yeah? You’d never forget to lock them up.”

His hands quickly find the back of your cotton dress, clinging to you tigher than you’d expect before tucking his face into your neck.

With a kiss he mumbles, “ ‘m sorry I scared you, I was trying to finish all the chores since you worked so hard on the garden yesterday.”

“You’re so sweet.” You peck at his cheek, “And wonderful.” Another peck, “And amazing.” Peck. “And cute.” Your kisses move lower so they are focused on his neck, “And I love you.”

With the onslaught of kissing, Jungkook snickers and playfully wiggles away from you as the sensations overwhelm his sensitive skin.

Despite the bit of tears that stain his cheeks, his brilliant smile is out to play as his hands find your waist to pull you against him.

“Soft.” He teases, sniffling slightly but the love in his eyes is unavoidable, “I love you too...”

“You really want to talk about who is soft right now?” You quirk an eyebrow, “You’re still crying...”

At this he laughs, his body shaking as he pulls you in closer to him, the scent of his eucalyptus body wash enticing your senses.  

“Shhhh...” He giggles, pecking the shell of your ear playfully, “Our children are safe, let’s just pretend this never happened.”  

You giggle and shrink away from his kiss before your body seems to snap back like an elastic band, your arms wrapping around his waist.

“Fair enough. As long as you promise to check the ENTIRE hutch next time.”  

He nods, smirking against the side of your head, “Deal.”

As you pull away from him, you feel a pang of regret, wishing desperately that you were able to stay near him for the entire morning.

Or the entire day...

Or the entire year...

But who’s counting?

However, cottages do not tend themselves and while you have the strongest urge to pull your husband into your bedroom, you know that there are chores to finish.

Jungkook’s eyes are on you, like he’s reading the script inside your head and as much as you’d like to convince him (and yourself) that everything in there is PG, you both know it’s not.

Newlyweds are like that right?

All passion, no pause.

Sex, love, touching, laughing, getting drunk off of one another...

It’s a daily occurrence.  

The honeymoon phase isn’t supposed to last forever but, you’ve been back from your honeymoon for 4 years now and you swear you want him more than you did when you first met him.

He giggles then, like a school-boy, his eyes alight with mischief.

“Stop staring at me...” He tucks a finger underneath your chin, “Weirdo...”

His soft cherry lips tuck into yours then, slowly unwinding you with his kiss as his fingers delicately cup your face.

Of course you reciprocate, drinking up every bit of his affection that you can, your hands sliding beneath the white t-shirt that hangs loosely off of his body.

Jungkook shudders as he feels your fingers brush over his lower stomach, arousal beginning to bubble up in his gut.

However, you aren’t going to let his snarky comment go unpunished so as you peek an eye open you say, “The hutch is still open...”

With a pop, he pulls away from your kiss with wide eyes to check on the bunnies. Once he’s satisfied with their well-being, he gently shuts the hutch and turns back to you.

“Rude.” He remarks, trying to appear unamused, “I was literally trying to make out with you.”

A laugh leaves your lips, “You can make out with me later...” You lean in to peck the mole beneath his lip, “We have chores to finish.”

“wE hAvE cHorES to FInisH...” He mocks you playfully and snickers as he narrowly avoids your hand as you swat at him, “I’m kidding! I’m kidding you’re right...just c’mere one last time...”

Your eyes narrow in suspicion but because you are completely weak for him, you allow him to tug you against his chest once more.  

“I love you Mrs. Jeon...” He vows but this time, you can practically taste the sincerity in his tone as he kisses the side of your head, then your cheek, then your lips, “I’ll see you in a bit ok?”

With nothing but warmth in your chest, you offer him a cheesy smile and give him a proper hug.

“I love you too Mr. Jeon...”

As the two of you part ways he turns around to continue his tasks revealing to you the sculpt of his ass within his black jeans.

And of course, you smack it.

Because, who the hell wouldn’t?

“Don’t forget the chicken coop!”

You yell as he jumps a mile high.

“YAH!” He calls after you, chuckling to himself, his cheeks reddening involuntarily.

The rest of the morning passes easily.

You harvest the various herbs and produce from your garden, clean the bathroom, organize the refrigerator after your grocery delivery and catch up on some of your reading before deciding to make some lunch.

Jungkook had been out all morning as well: tending to the animals, fixing some of the fencing, weeding, repotting some flowers and, mowing the front lawn.

He’s probably feeling the same level of hunger that you are so, you head out to the backyard to ask him what he’s in the mood for.

It takes a minute for you to find him but, when you do...you really regret that you did.

His white t-shirt has been discarded over the fence; the only left adorning his body are the dark wash denim jeans, his black work boots and, sweat.

Before he even notices your presence, he pushes his sweaty mop of hair away from his face, squinting at the ray of sunshine currently in his eyes.  

He truly has no idea how attractive he is.  

But you certainly do.  

And you feel like you’re going to faint.

His wedding band catches the sunlight and it reminds you, once again, that this man is your husband.

Which is a fairytale within itself.

Jungkook rubs the back of his neck, wincing slightly before his hand slides down to rub over his stomach (abs), signifying in his own way that he’s hungry.

Which causes you to remember why you came to find him in the first place.

“H-hey babe!’” You call gently, your voice wavering.

Eyes widening a bit, he hones in on the sound of your voice, his face lighting up as he sees you.

“Yah! There she is! Are you all done?”

You smile, adjusting your clothes and wishing that your knees were kissing the soft grass of the garden.

Nodding, you step a little closer to him, trying to avoid full-on eye contact, “Yeah, I just finished up, do you want something to eat? I was gonna make lunch...”

“That depends...” He maneuvers his head to try and catch your attention, his body bending slightly in the process, “Are you on the menu?”

He has the audacity to throw a smirk and an over the top wink your way before immediately cackling as you roll your eyes.

“Shut up...” You shake your head, trying desperately to fight the urge to smile at him but when his face lights up with laughter, you have no other choice.

“Are you????” He insists loudly as he turns to sling his shirt over his shoulder, “I’m starving.”

The way he says the last part of his sentence is less funny as there is clearly some humor disappearing from his tone but, his charming smirk remains on his lips.

As he strolls over to you and, you almost have half a mind to retreat back into the house because, your ability to keep from ogling at him is slowly fading.

“I was going to make something with the broccoli I harvested this morning...” You insist, playfully turning away from him when he tries to lean down and kiss you.

"Kiss meee...” He pleads, pouting his pretty lips, the sweat still very present on his figure, “I’ve been working really hard.”

The way he whines at you is actually kind of hot and, coupled with his slick backed hair and his shirtless torso, it’s getting hard to bring yourself to remember why you originally came looking for your husband.

You oblige, kissing the salt from his lips, indulging in the musky scent emanating from his body.

Jungkook doesn’t like to be dirty but ever since moving to the cottage, he’s fallen in love with working outside and doesn’t focus so heavily on being spotless.  

“I came out here to ask you what you wanted to eat and, now you’re flustering me in the middle of our garden all over again.” You accuse, smiling against his lips, “You need to eat something, I didn’t see you take any fruit this morning.”

He rests his forearms atop your shoulders, grinning shamelessly, “If you weren’t so adamant on feeding me, I could be doing more than just flustering you.”

Jungkook really is an anomaly.

Hours earlier, he was crying into your neck over possibly letting out the bunnies and, now he’s using his charm and good looks to reduce you to a pile of lust.

Unfair.

“Did you not get enough last night? I’m pretty sure we were at it til after 1...”

Jungkook raises a brow, his grin never fading, “Did you? You’re the one pressing your thighs together right now.”  

“No, I’m not.” You lie but, to be fair, you didn’t even notice you were doing it until he pointed it out.

“Yes you are.”

“No, I’m just standing here.”

“Babe, we’ve been together for how long now? I know when you’re in the mood. I don’t know why you can never admit it.”

Because you’re stubborn.

You take one of his hands, leaving one of his forearms over your shoulder as you press a chaste kiss to his knuckles, “I don’t know why you think I’m in a mood. I’m simply asking you what you want for lunch and, its quickly turning into an interrogation.”

It’s impossible to hide the smile on your lips because, he’s completely right.

You are in a mood.

You've been in a mood for hours now.

Jungkook smiles softly, unconvinced, his thumb coming up to brush over your bottom lip, “Ok. Whatever you say. I need to shower really quick; do you need help with lunch?”

Are you disappointed that he didn’t keep at it? Yes.

Are you now left flustered and horny without a solution? Yes.

Do you still get a sense of satisfaction that your husband still tries to pursue even after so many years together? Also yes.

“Nope. I’m good. It should be ready in a half hour or so...” You lean up to press a kiss against his cheek, “Love you.”

A half smile comes over his mouth then, his eyes watching your lips, “Love you too.”

It’s later.  

You and Jungkook are sitting on your sofa, nestled under a blanket, eating homemade ice cream sundaes. The fire is crackling beneath the mounted television that is set to one of your favorite films whilst the world slowly goes to sleep outside your windows.

Life is sweet.

Literally.

“Yours looks so pretty jagi, how did you get the whipped cream to do that?”

Jungkook’s lips are pouted, his head tilting to get a better look at the perfect swirl of whipped cream atop your chocolate ice cream.

“I just swirled the can around in a circle.” You giggle, tucking your spoon into the fudgy scoop of ice cream in your bowl.

Jungkook is not satisfied with that answer at all and he looks sadly at the haphazard lines of whipped cream on his ice cream.

“Mine’s ugly...” His pout deepens, pushing his spoon around his bowl.

He’s freshly showered, his hair fluffy and damp, his skin moisturized and smelling like mint and sandalwood and now he’s pouting???

This man does not let you breath.

“It’s not ugly! It’s abstract.” You assure him, kissing the pout off his lips.

He doesn’t move even as you kiss him, his eyes eagerly looking towards the kitchen, “I wanna try again...”

The laugh that leaves your lips is unavoidable as you follow his gaze to the kitchen, “You want to try to top your sundae again?”

He deadpans, “Absolutely. I need to get this right. It doesn’t look like a sundae.”

“You’re just going to eat it babe, it’s fine. We can practice whipped cream swirls tomorrow.”

You’re still laughing a little bit and he’s chuckling too but the determination never leaves his eyes.

“No, nowwww.” He whines before pushing his bowl onto the coffee table and bounding over to the kitchen.

He plops back onto the couch, slightly out of breath with the can of whipped cream in his hands.

“Ok-” He grabs his bowl off the table and hands you the can, “Show me the motion again.”

You shake your head, smirking fondly at him whilst you set your bowl down where his was.

“Like this...”

You point the tip of the can downwards at his bowl and make a circular motion with your hand, glancing up towards him to insure he’s watching you.

“Ok- Ok I think I got it. Here...”  He gestures to the can, uncapping it before meticulously following the motions you demonstrated, and just like everything else Jungkook does, it comes out perfectly, “Yahhhhh letsgetiittttttt!!!!”

This has you in a fit of a laughter, your chest filling with joy at the sound of his excitement.

Jungkook shoves his sundae into your view, “Don’t laugh! See? It’s so much better now.”

You wipe the tear that’s forming at the corner of your eye, shaking your head at him, once more, “Yes baby, it’s so much better.”

He starts laughing again too because your joy is infectious and he is weak for your smile.

“Thank you. Your expertise is appreciated.”  

With that, he wraps an arm around you and pulls you into his side, placing a kiss on the top of your head, “You’re prettier than this sundae though don’t worry.”

You’re all too eager to cuddle in close with him, admiring the way he looks in his gray sweat suit and admiring the way he makes you feel even more.  

“I’m glad you find me more attractive than the sundae Jungkook.”

He just smirks, getting to work on his ice cream and as he pulls the spoon out of his mouth, he shrugs, “I find you more edible too but, you aren’t ready for that conversation.”

Although you know there is an err of immaturity to his jokes, they still affect you.

They make you feel like a giddy teenager, sick from the pure lust and attraction you feel for your crush.

The comment also sends a rush of heat to your cheeks but, you don’t say anything, you merely kiss his chest and cuddle closer to him.

He is satisfied regardless as he enjoys the fact that he can still make you blush, even if its with cheesy jokes.

The rest of dessert passes in comfortable silence.

Jungkook finishes before you and, offers to take the dishes to the sink whilst you straighten up the living room before bed.

As you’re folding the cream throw blanket that rests over the arm of your sofa, you feel two strong arms wrap around your waist.  

He wastes no time by slowly placing kisses down the side of your neck, his hands slowly up towards your breasts but stopping just beneath the swell of them.

“Is it that time jagiya? Can I make you feel good now?”  

His request is nearing a whisper, his lips brushing up towards your ear.

You lean back, resting your head on his shoulder whilst your hands settle over the tops of his.

After resisting him for the past 10 hours, you’ve grown tired of waiting.

“Yeah- it’s that time.” You whisper assuredly and at that, he spins you around, pressing his lips eagerly against yours.

His breath stalls a bit as your hands find his hips, squeezing gently whilst the two of you settle into the kiss.  

It’s getting too frantic for Jungkook’s liking as he has specific plans for you but, the way you’re kissing him and touching on him is getting to his headspace and he knows he has to stop you before you start kissing his neck.  

Because after that, he’s a goner.

“Come here...come sit on the couch for me.” He whispers into your mouth.

Jungkook has you on the couch seconds later, ridding you of your sleep shirt, leaving you in nothing but your panties.

Instinctually, your arms come around your stomach.

You’re not exactly insecure around your husband but, old habits die hard you know?

Jungkook immediately kisses his teeth, bumping your arms with his hand, “Ah ah...don’t hide from me please, I want to see all of you...” He assures you, as he has a million times but it never gets tiring.

To solidify his sentiment, he spreads your thighs gently and leans over and kisses all along your lower stomach, focusing on the areas he knows you don’t like.

He drags his nose across the band of your panties, looking up at you through his hair, “Did I ever tell you how beautiful I think you are?”

You giggle, brushing a hand through his hair to reveal more of his face to you, “I think you have yeah, once or twice...”

He raises an eyebrow, smirking at the sound of your giggle, “Once or twice? Aish that’s certainly not enough...”

“Maybe more than that...” You mumble, a shivering as he runs his nose along your panties again, one of his hands travelling up towards your breast, “All the time.”

He chuckles lowly, “That’s more like it.” He hums, pressing a kiss above your belly button as his fingers brush over your aching nipple, “It’s still not enough though...that’s why I married you. So I’d be able to tell you every single day.”

Your back arches against his hand whilst he slowly rubs over the sensitive skin, bringing it to a frigid peak.

“I love you.”  

It’s all you’re able to whisper at the moment because your arousal is starting to invade your ability to form sentences and he clearly has a plan to continue fucking with that.

“I love you jagiya...” Jungkook smirks, kissing over your stomach again before sinking onto his knees, “Can I tease you for a little bit? I wanna make sure your nice and ready for my tongue. That sundae didn’t fill me up enough...”

With a shaky breath you nod, parting your legs further but to be honest, you can’t imagine being anymore ready than you are right now.

“Close your eyes for me.”

You’re engulfed in darkness then, surrendering yourself to whatever he has planned for you.

“Thank you.” He kisses the top of your pussy, allowing his lips to linger there as he inhales, “Fuck- you smell really good. I know you’re probably ready now but, I really want to make you drip if I can.”

His comment causes you to inhale sharply, your nipples hardening almost uncomfortably as begins tickling his fingers up the length of your inner legs. His hands are so soft, so delicate as they touch you, stopping just outside the seam of your panties before travelling back up to your knees. Over and over again, he tickles your skin and eventually he starts tracing the edges of your panties with his fingers.  

“Touch your nipples for me. We’re almost there baby, just a little longer.”

He isn’t controlling you.

He isn’t in charge.

He just knows your body so well.

He knows how to make you feel good.

And fuck, if he doesn’t want to make you feel so so good.  

You follow his instructions, bringing your fingers to your nipples and rubbing back and forth over the tops of them, the sensations going straight between your legs as your husband continues his teasing.  

He slides his index fingers beneath your panties now, allowing the backs of them to brush against the lips of your pussy ever so gently, ignoring the throbbing knot of nerves that needs it the most.

When he’s done there, he focuses the tickling motion just on the outside of your panties, tickling his fingers up and down.

Over and over and over and over...

It’s getting a little overwhelming and, just when you’re about to say something he gasps in admiration.

“Oh look at that jagiya- you did it. You dripped all over your panties for me...”

He sounds genuinely proud of you and, you react to his praise instantly, your eyes opening to catch the smile on his lips.

The darkness in his eyes is obvious but there is mixture of adoration and deviance in there too.

He’s going to destroy you.

“Good girl...” He tickles his fingers over your panties once more before kissing the top of your kneecap, “Are you ready to get your pussy eaten now?”

Your fingers are still lingering on your nipples, your legs twitching at his touch.

You're completely enamored with him.

His praise is addicting and you never want it to end.

“Please.” You clear your throat, brushing a hand through his hair, “Yes please.”

He smirks, almost darkly as he kisses the side of your wrist, “My sweet girl...”

It’s the last thing he says before he’s slipping off your panties and getting to work.

He starts by kissing down the length of your lips a few times but, he knows that the time for teasing his over.

You feel his tongue between your lips then, searching for your swollen clit before getting to work on it.

As he licks you towards bliss, his hands are wandering all over you, squeezing at your hips, brushing over your breasts, rubbing at your stomach.

He wants you to know how much he loves pleasing you.

He groans at the taste of you, his dick hardening almost painfully, precum staining the seam of his sweat pants.  

“I- Jungkook I’m gonna cum.” You whisper, hands tangling in his hair as he focuses all of his attention on your clit, licking at it faster and faster.

“Mhm- I know, you’re twitching all over the place for me. Let me taste it beautiful...”

The pleasure launches itself into your senses then, taking up every square inch inside of your body.

You feel your toes curling against the carpet, the back of the couch damp with your own seat as you press your hips towards Jungkook’s mouth.

When it’s over, he’s kissing you and his eagerness accidentally causes him to bite your lip harder than he intends to.

“Shit sorry- I'm so worked up right now. Eating you out makes me crazy...” He whispers shakily and you actually feel for him.

His erection looks painful beneath the confines of his sweat pants and, you want nothing more than to suck the discomfort away.

“Me too- it's ok.” You assure him, brushing his hair away from his face, “Switch me. It’s your turn.”

You don’t have to tell him twice.

He’s on the couch, tugging off his sweatshirt, which was sticking to his skin, his hair a mess as he leans back against the couch.

His body is beautiful; tan, toned and covered in little marks that are specific to Jungkook:

Little moles, various old scars and tan lines from working in the sun so much.

He is beautiful, it’s painful.

Chest heaving with excitement, he ushers your mouth to his “Please ride it, I wanna hold you.”

Who are you to refuse him when he asks so politely?

After yanking his sweats off, you’re sitting aside him seconds later, kissing his mouth like your life depended on it.

“Wasn’t our sex life supposed to go stale at this point? What are we doing right?” He jokes, his hands roaming over your back whilst you line him up with your entrance.

“There’s something in the water up here I think.” You giggle and he follows suit, nudging your nose as he tugs you closer to him.

“Oooh good theory.” He smirks and as you sink down on him, he locks eyes with you, allowing you to see his most vulnerable self.

In the midst of pure bliss...

His eyes widen as you engulf him, mouth opening at the sensation before his forehead falls against yours.

“Fuck.”  

Bracing your hands behind his head, you start a pace you know will lull him into bliss, all while keeping your eyes on him.

The gaze is so intense between the two of you but with the only sound being labored breathing and your skin slapping together, Jungkook snickers.

“Why does it have to sound like that?” He whispers, burying his face into your neck when you laugh.

“It’s not a cute sound.” You agree, giggling despite sinking feeling in your stomach.

Jungkook’s dick is a work of art and it’s more fulfilling than anything you’ve ever experienced.  

It’s going to make you cum again regardless of the unsavory noises filling the living room.  

Speaking of cumming, Jungkook seems to be getting further away from humor as you start to bounce faster on him.

“O-oh shit. Okay- fuck keep going jagi. Please keep going- like that...” He moans now, which is something he only reserves to inform you that he’s really close, “Shit. It feels so good.”

To solidify his fate, you usher his face out of your neck to lock eyes with him again.

“Yeah? I want you to feel good. Are you gonna cum inside for me?”

“Yeah...” He nearly chokes when you tighten around him, holding onto your hips for dear life.

“Let me feel it beautiful. Cum for me.”  

Using his own words against him was a dirty move but, Jungkook makes no complaints and follows your instruction.

His stomach caves in with the force of his breath as he spills himself inside of you, digging his nails into your hips as he does.

You’re not far behind and with a hand between your legs and your husband whispering encouraging words into your ear, you soon meet the same fate.

The two of you stay wrapped up in one another for quite some time before deciding to clean each other up.  

Straightening up the living room was a fruitless endeavor as your clothes end up abandoned on the floor anyway.  

You simply can’t be bothered as you usher a very naked, very happy Jungkook to your bedroom.  

Beneath the cool cotton sheets, he pulls you against his chest, humming contently.

“I wish I could marry you again- that'd be pretty cool.”

In the darkness, you smile rubbing your face playfully against his skin.

“Mmm no. This time, I’m definitely marrying you.”

He scoffs, “Uh no. You married me last time. I wanna marry you this time.”

“Um? You literally proposed to me last time so no, you married me. This time I get to marry you.”

He snickers, “Oh so are you gonna propose to me this time?”

“Yeah- then I’m gonna marry the heck out of you.”

The lack of light prevents you from seeing how big his smile really is but, you do feel the kiss he places between your eyes, “Fine. I’ll allow it but, only because I love you.”

You unknowingly return his smile, hugging him tightly, “I love you too.”  

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[q-gorgeous]

If You Go Out of This World Today

fanfiction

ao3

The Accident didn’t turn Danny into a half ghost, but instead allowed him to see, hear, and physically interact with the very real ghosts that are now pouring through the portal (Alternative: Danny’s always been clairvoyant, but after the accident he finally sees all of the ghosts he’d grown up talking to) prompt by @sapphireswimming

word count: 3358

yo another prompt hidey hey

Ember had been chasing Johnny and Kitty through the Ghost Zone when it happened. Suddenly she was tripping her way through a natural portal that had spontaneously formed in front of her and she tumbled straight into the human world. Before she could stand back up, the portal had closed already. 

Looking around, she could see that she was in a bedroom. The walls were painted blue with stars stuck to the ceiling. There was a night light plugged into the wall and as she looked around her gaze landed on a small boy who was sitting straight up in his bed. He had black hair and blue eyes and he was staring at his closet with wide eyes. 

“Hello?” He called. “Is someone there?”

Ember stays quiet, not ready to announce her presence. A few moments later though, a woman walks in through the door.

“Danny, are you alright?”

He points to his closet. “I thought I heard a weird noise. Can you look?”

She nods. She walks over to the closet and opens it, sticking her head inside. Looking back and forth, she calls back out to Danny.

“Nothing in here.”

“No ghosts?” Danny asks, lifting his blanket up to cover the bottom half of his face.

“No ghosts.” She confirms. “We’d know if there were ghosts in the house.”

Ember nearly snorts but holds the sound back. 

“Now, it's time for bed.” She walks over to the bed and starts tucking him back in. 

“Mommy! Can you sing me a song before I go back to sleep?” He begged. 

His mom smiled and sat down on the bed beside him, brushing his hair out of his face. Then she began to sing.

“If you go out of this world today

You’re sure of a big surprise

If you go out of this world today

You’d better go in disguise.”

Ember frowned. That’s not how she remembered this song going. 

“For every ghost that ever there was

Will gather there for certain, because

Today’s the day the wretched ghosts have their picnic.” 

Wretched ghosts?

“If you go out of this world today

You’d better not go alone

It’s pretty out of the world today

But safer to stay at home.

For every ghost that ever there was

Will gather there for certain, because

Today’s the day the wretched ghosts have their picnic.” 

Ember didn’t know what to make of this woman or her parody of this lullaby. Why was it about ghosts? Most people didn’t even believe in ghosts.

“Every wretched ghost, who’s been bad

Is sure of a treat today

There’s lots of wonderful things to do

And wonderful tests to try.”

Ember stared at the woman in horror. Did they study ghosts? Why did they hate ghosts so much?

“Beyond the clouds where nobody sees

They’ll hide and seek as long as they please

Today’s the day the wretched ghosts have their picnic.

Today’s the day the wretched ghosts have their picnic.”

Ember stood frozen to the spot where she stood. Realistically, she knew she should be escaping and trying to find a way back to the ghost zone right now. If this woman managed to find her and capture her, who knows what she’d plan on doing.

But on the other hand, what kind of mother sings about experimenting on ghosts to her kids? What if he’s in danger? The way his mother had sung that last verse had unnerved Ember, and while it seemed to have put the boy to sleep, it still left a sour taste in her mouth. 

Looking at the boy in the small bed, her resolve hardened. She’d stay and watch over him. Or at least stay long enough to figure out if he’d be okay. 

QQQQQ

It was a few days later when Ember first let something slip. Danny was watching cartoons in front of the tv downstairs and she laughed at something that happened in the show. Danny’s head had whipped to the side and looked in her general direction with wide eyes.

“Hello?”

Ember took in a sharp breath. Most humans couldn’t hear or see ghosts. She just happened to find one that could, but at least it didn’t seem like he could see her at all. She shouldn’t start talking to him but…

“Hi.”

His mouth dropped open. “Why can’t I see you?”

“Uh, well. Because I’m a ghost.”

“You’re a ghost?” He gaped at the empty air beside her head. “Mom-!”

“No! Shh sh!” Ember started waving her hands in a “no” motion even though he couldn’t see her. “Don’t tell them! If they found out I was here they’d try to trap me!” She had found the Fenton’s lab two days ago, and while it cemented the idea that this was a dangerous place for a toddler, it also scared the shit out of her.

“Trap you? How can they trap you if you’re a ghost?”

“Your parents are very smart people. They have all sorts of stuff that they’re building in the basement.”

“The basement? What’s in the basement?” He started climbing off the couch. 

“Nope, nope! You’re not going down to the basement. It’s too dangerous down there.” Ember stood to block his path even though, again, he couldn’t see her.

He let out a whine. “That’s what mommy and daddy always say. I’m a big boy now! When will I be able to go into the basement?”

Ember shook her head. “Not for a long time I’d hope.”

Danny groaned and climbed back onto the couch, laying face down on it instead of facing the tv to watch the show. “Why can’t I go down there when they’re down there all day?” He asked quietly.

Ember frowned at him sadly and sat down beside his head. “Even big boys like you need to be protected from dangerous things. But! How about we hang out together? We can be buddies, small fry.”

Danny scrambled up into a sitting position excitedly. “Like an imaginary friend? Except for real?”

She chuckled. “Sure. Like an imaginary friend. Let’s go with that.”

Danny cheered. “Come on! Let’s go play superhero in my room!”

He charged up the stairs and she followed slowly after him, chuckling. 

QQQQQ

“You’re doing what?” Johnny asked incredulously.

“Staying here.” Ember watched as Danny swung on the swings, his mother tinkering with an invention in her hands as she sat on the bench. 

“What’s the fun in that?” Kitty asked. “What’s the point in staying here if no one can see you? How are you going to scare any of them?”

Ember scoffed, her brows drawing down as she looked at them. “I’m not here to scare anyone.”

“Then why are you here?” Johnny asked.

Ember fidgeted where she stood, looking at Danny. “I tripped through a portal into that kids room when I got here. Everything seemed pretty normal until his mom started singing a song about experimenting on ghosts.”

“So what? He’s not a ghost.” Kitty said bluntly.

“No, but what kind of parents sing about torturing something to their kid? I looked around their house and they have a lab full of weapons and a dissection table and everything! I don’t think it matters that he’s not a ghost, that’s not a safe place to be in. Half the time his parents forget to come up and feed them and his older sister has to make something to eat for the two of them.” Ember sighed. “I know what it’s like to come from a shitty home situation. I just want to make sure he doesn’t get hurt.”

Johnny and Kitty shared a sad look. Kitty spoke up. “We get that too, but what about your safety? If they’re ghost hunters they probably pose more of a danger to you than they do to him.”

Ember snorted. “As if. I don’t know how they got to be where they are but they are probably the most air headed scientists ever. They think their tracking devices are locking onto Danny somehow instead of me. I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

“Well, if you end up fading-” 

“What’s fading?” Danny asked suddenly. 

Johnny yelped as he was interrupted, not noticing the boy approaching them. Ember chuckled. 

“We can talk about that later. What are you doing over here, small fry?”

“I heard you talking to someone else. I wanted to come see who it was. It’s also boring playing by myself.” Danny pouted and kicked his foot in the woodchips. 

“Well you’re in luck, little dip! I’ve got two great friends here who would love to play with us!” 

“Wait-” Johnny said, waving his hands back and forth.

“What do you want to play?” Ember continued, ignoring him. 

“Oohh, we can play ice cream man!” Danny said excitedly. He started running towards a plastic counter thing that was built into the playground. “Ice cream! Get your ice cream!” He shouted.

“Why are you dragging us into this?” Johnny asked.

“Loosen up a little bit, he’s just a kid. It’s not like you guys have to stay. Hello Mr. Ice Cream Man!” Embered said cheerily as she walked up to where Danny stood at the counter.

“Hello! What can I get for you today?”

“Hm.” Ember looked above Danny’s head at a pretend menu. “How about a strawberry ice cream cone?”

“Coming right up!” Danny bent over and reappeared a few seconds later with a pile of woodchips that he poured all over the counter. “Order served!” 

“Thank you! Wow! Om nom nom, so delicious!” Ember said, pretending to eat her ice cream. 

Danny swept the woodchips off of the counter. “Next!”

Johnny rolled his eyes but Kitty pulled him forward. “Hi! Can we get an ice cream sundae for two? It’ll be so romantic.” She fluttered her eyes at Johnny and he made a face at her.

“Coming right up!” Once again, Danny bent over but this time when he dumped the woodchips on the counter, it was an even bigger pile. “Order served!” 

Kitty made pretend eating sounds and Ember was about to walk back up to the counter when she heard the voices of a couple of kids nearby. 

“Can we have some ice cream?”

Two kids about Danny’s age walked up to him. One had big glasses on his face and the other had her black hair done up in two pigtails. Danny stared at them for a few seconds before responding. “Right! Yes. What flavors would you two like?”

The kid with glasses whispered in the girl’s ear and she approached the counter. 

“Mint chocolate chip and chocolate chip cookie dough?”

“Coming right up!” Danny bent over once again and picked up two handfuls of woodchips, placing them on the counter. The girl stared at them for a few seconds. 

“Order served!”

She giggled and picked them up, bringing them close to her face. “Mmm, this is the most delicious ice cream I’ve ever had.” She nudged her friend beside her, who was staring sadly at the woodchips.

“Huh? Oh.” He picked up his own pile. “Om nom nom. So good.”

The girl laughed again. “I’m Sam. This is Tucker.” Tucker waved. “Did you want to come play in the sandbox with us?”

He stared at her again, eyes wide, before his face split into a grin. “Sure! What are you guys playing?”

Ember waved goodbye to Johnny and Kitty as they announced their goodbyes. She followed Danny and his new friends across the park to the sandbox. 

“We were just going to see how big of a hole we can dig.” Tucker says, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I think we can get to China.”

Sam rolled her eyes. “We don’t have time for that Tucker. My mom wants me home by four, remember?”

His shoulders slumped. “Oh yeah.”

Ember chuckled at them. Having friends Danny’s age will probably be good for him. She hasn’t seen one kid come over in the couple weeks she’s been staying with him. 

“Wait what time is it now?” Danny asked. 

He only got two shrugs in return. 

“Come on, let’s go talk to my mom. Maybe we can convince her and whoever brought you guys to get us ice cream instead of playing in the sandbox.”

Sam and Tucker’s eyes lit up and they hurried after Danny as he ran to the bench where his mom sat, who had finally put her invention away and was reading a book instead. 

“Mom, Mom! What time is it?”

She checked a watch on her wrist. “3:15. We’ll be leaving soon though, so you better finish anything you still want to do.”

Ember silently laughed at the panic that appeared on Danny’s face. “Can we find Sam and Tucker’s parent and get ice cream instead of staying in the park? Please?” He clasped his hands together and started begging, Sam and Tucker following suit. 

“Who are-”

Maddie finally looked up at the three kids standing in front of her. “Oh! Why hello there! Danny! You made some friends!”

“Can we pleeeease get some ice cream?”

“Pleease?” Sam and Tucker chorused. 

Maddie chuckled. “I don’t see why not. We have to go find your guardian first and ask them if you two can have some though.” She stood up and started packing her book back into her bag and slung it over her shoulder. 

The three kids cheered and Sam and Tucker ran their way over to another bench on the other side of the playground. 

“Mom! Me and Sam made a new friend! We were wondering if we could all get ice cream together!” 

Tucker’s mom looked up and saw Danny standing shyly behind his mom, who waved.

“Hi, I’m Maddie and this is Danny.”

Danny waved. 

“Hi! I’m Angela.” She looked back at Sam and Tucker. “You guys made a new friend? I think that’s cause for celebration.”

“We can get ice cream?” Sam asked.

“Yes, we can get ice cream.” Angela said, smiling. 

All three kids cheered and started following their moms as they walked out of the park. Ember smiled. While she liked spending time playing with Danny, these were kids his age that he could actually see. She was happy for him. 

QQQQQ

“Ghosts aren’t real, man.”

“What do you mean?” Danny asked, a furrow in his brow. 

Ember looked away from a book she had finally learned how to pick up and turn invisible after years in the human world to see Danny and his friends looking at each other in frustration. 

“Ghosts aren’t real. There’s no scientific evidence of them.” Tucker said, looking back at the tv where their game was paused. 

“Well what about my parents' work? Their lifelong passion?”

Tucker shrugged. “There’s gotta be some explanation for whatever findings they have. It can’t be explained by ghosts. Have your parents ever seen a ghost?”

“No but not everyone can see ghosts.” 

“Huh?” 

“It’s called being clairvoyant.” Sam said. “It encompasses different kinds of things but it can apply to seeing the future or seeing ghosts and other things like that.”

“Do you believe me Sam?” Danny asked. 

She shrugged. “It’s something I’d like to believe because I think it’s interesting but I can’t, not without solid proof.”

“But I have solid proof!” 

“Okay what is it then?” Tucker asked, putting down his controller.

“I can hear ghosts. I’ve had one living with me for half my life. You know, Ember?”

Sam and Tucker shared a look. “You mean your imaginary friend?” Sam asked. 

He shot her a look. “No, she’s not my imaginary friend. She’s a ghost that accidentally fell through a portal from the ghost zone and she’s been my friend ever since.”

Tucker took a deep breath. “No offense, dude, but I think you’ve got whatever your parents have that makes them go off their rockers. It’s probably just all in your head.”

Danny bristled. “I’m not crazy.”

Tucker rolled his eyes. “And I’m the pharaoh Duul Aman. Your parents are crazy. Even Jazz believes that and she’s lived her whole life with them too. Just drop it already. We’re not kids anymore.”

Tucker unpaused the game and after a few moments Danny turned back to the screen stiffly and started playing again. 

After that Danny started talking to Ember less and less. She’d ask how his day went at school and she’d hear him mumble something about voices in his head and ghosts, but he didn’t respond to her. Which was fine. Teenagers did that. She was his friend but she could very well be another sort of mother figure to him, so it made sense. 

One day when she asked him about his homework he finally exploded on her.

“Stop! Just stop talking! I don’t know if you’re a ghost or not but that’s crazy! Everyone at school thinks my parents are crazy so it must be true. I’m crazy. I’ve let myself believe an imaginary friend that I hallucinate about has been real for too long. It’s time to grow up.”

“Danny-” She started.

“No!” He shouted. “You’re not real! I don’t want to talk to you anymore!”

Ember felt her heart drop into her stomach and she floated away from him. He looked around him, listening for her, before he took a deep breath and went back to his homework that he was working on. 

QQQQQ

Ember didn’t stick around at Danny’s house as often anymore. She’d go fly around town on her own more and sometimes went back to the ghost zone for a couple days before another portal opened back up. She had just floated through the walls into the living room for the first time in a week when she heard Danny and his friends talking in the lab. 

She felt prickles on her skin. Danny was fourteen now. She didn’t need to watch over him as much anymore. He was old enough to watch over himself now. But she had a bad feeling about the lab. His parents had recently finished building their ghost portal but it ended up not working. 

She slowly floated down the stairs, apprehensive about being down there with all the weapons again, but just as she hit the bottom step and looked up, she saw a bright flash of green and heard a scream that rattled her to her very core. 

Danny was in the portal, screaming and screaming as the portal turned on around him. Sam and Tucker were shouting his name from outside the portal, tears streaming down their faces. 

Ember flew across the lab quickly and was about to reach into the portal but the ectoplasm powering it began to burn her skin. She hissed and pulled her arms away. 

After a few more agonizing seconds, the swirling of the portal settled into a more gentle rhythm and when Ember reached out, the burning sensation was gone. She was about to reach in to find Danny when someone tumbled out and onto the floor.

Her heart dropped as she took in their appearance. It must’ve been Danny’s ghost. He was an inverted version of his human self, wearing the jumpsuit his parents had just finished for him two weeks ago. 

“Danny?”

Sam’s quiet, croaky voice filled the lab. Danny lay on the floor unmoving for a few moments before he groaned and opened his eyes. 

“Sam? Tucker? What happened?”

Sam’s bottom lip wobbled and Tucker stared at Danny with wide eyes. “Danny. I think- I think you-”

Tucker was interrupted as a bright flash of white light appeared and lit up the room. It traveled up and down Danny’s body, revealing a human boy. 

“Ugh.” Danny groaned. “That did not help my growing migraine. What was that?” 

Ember leaned further over him to get a look at the burns on his face when his eyes opened. He looked at Sam and Tucker first, and then his eyes kept traveling and met her own. His eyes widened and a shocked look appeared on his face, one she could feel mirrored on her own, as he looked straight up at her. 

He whispered, his voice small and shaky.

“Ember?”

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[galaxywhump]

Thorns

Trope: Backhand Slap Fandom: Original Work

[Masterlist]

[blue for requested, red for completed]

Timeline: set after Survivor, Part One

Requested by @faewhump​. A short thing to get back into writing.

cw: slavery, alcohol, blood, food, creepyintimate whumper, begging, mild self-harm, violence, noncon touching, referenced whipping.

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Red roses. Red wine. Chocolate-covered garishly red strawberries, which Daniel reaches for every now and again, to eat one himself or feed one to Wren, who has no choice but to lean closer and accept it, not breaking eye contact, taking in Daniel’s warm gaze and soft smile.

A tragic parody of romance.

Daniel laughed at the cheesiness when he gave Wren the bouquet - the cut flowers still fresh, perfectly preserved despite having traveled across the galaxy. Red, the color of love, I know, I know, as if everything was normal, as if Wren wasn’t gripping the flowers hard enough for the thorns to break skin, as if Daniel hadn’t whipped him just a few days prior.

Red blood trickling down his hands and back. Eyes red from crying. Red flashes of pain under eyelids. Daniel’s hands red with blood from when he held him close right after the torture, a whole new level of agony.

The color of love.

“This isn’t love”, Wren whispers, tightening his grip on his glass of wine.

Daniel heard it, of course. It’s not like there is anything else to focus on in the silence of the bedroom. He looks at Wren with an unreadable expression, lazily swirling the wine around in his glass.

“What was that, sweetheart?”

Wren exhales. Maybe he should just shut up, shrug or shake his head, nip the flood of words in the bud - but instead, urged by the anger building up, he lets it overflow.

“This isn’t love”, he repeats. “And it’s never going to be.”

Daniel tilts his head to the side, his eyes squinting - amusement, he’s always amused, no matter what Wren says and does.

Shut up. Just shut up.

But it’s not for Daniel - it’s to hear the obvious said aloud. It’s for himself.

“You’re delusional. I don’t- know what’s going on in your head, I don’t want to know, but whatever it is, it’s a fucking lie.” He lifts his head to look at Daniel, prying his eyes away from the sheets, his hands still wrapped tightly around the glass to prevent Daniel from taking hold of them. “You don’t love me. You… you’re torturing me, this isn’t love. And I don’t love you.”

“I know.”

The sober, matter-of-fact answer traps his breath in his throat. He shudders - blaming the cooled wine, which he hasn’t taken a sip of in forever. 

“But that doesn’t matter”, Daniel adds. “Because you will, one day.”

“No.” The word is quick, automatic, as it has been for so long - holding no meaning, but at the same time all of it.

“Sure, if we were on Earth, I’m not even going to pretend otherwise.” His smile drops, but its hints always dance in his eyes. “I know you’d never even look at me. But here… you know it’s completely different, right?”

Wren starts to wonder if the glass is going to explode in his hands eventually, his fingertips tingling from how hard he’s pressing them against it.

“You don’t have a choice here, sweetheart.” When Wren doesn’t react, staying perfectly still and silent, afraid that any movement or attempt to speak will shatter what little is left of his composure, Daniel sets his glass aside and moves closer to him. “Come here.”

“No”, Wren whispers, his gaze, up until now hard, becoming dull. “Don’t- don’t touch me.”

Daniel raises his eyebrows and laughs.

“Why?”

“Not tonight. Just… leave me alone.” He swallows. “Please. Just for tonight.”

But his words don’t matter, even if he begs, and he bites down on his lower lip, helplessness constricting his heart when Daniel chuckles again and reaches to brush his hair away from his face.

“Don’t touch me”, Wren repeats in a shaking voice - pathetic, but he’s not even mad at himself, allowing himself those moments of weakness. “Don’t touch me!”

Just one night. One night of being left alone when everything feels overwhelming, and Daniel won’t even give him that.

Instead of another reprimand, there’s pain when Daniel backhands him in the face hard enough to cause him to topple on his side, breaking his fall with his elbow, before he’s pulled closer as if nothing has happened, and he doesn’t say anything more, doesn’t struggle, helplessness silencing him and rendering him numb.

His fall caused the red wine to spill on the sheets. Red blood trickles down from his split lip.

The color of love.

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[natbarzal]

hey guys! so I already said a few times that I have an imagine book on Wattpad and I already wrote a few imagines, but I don't want to publish imagines here right now; I think my imagines wouldn't fit in with all those amazing stories here on Tumblr

today, however, I decided that since it's Valentine's Day, I'd publish one here

it's an Artemi Panarin imagine and I think it's my best one yet, so I decided I'd try to share it with you :)

I hope you'll like it😊

word count: 1891

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Artemi Panarin - Surprises

The morning sun shining brightly through the windows of our bedroom woke me up.

I closed my eyes again and smiled to myself, thankful to be waking up to yet another beautiful day. I reached to Artemi's side of the bed to say good morning to my Russian boyfriend, but all I was met with were cold, empty sheets.

I opened my eyes and looked around, confused, before I smelt something burning. My eyes widened a little and I got up from the bed and wrapped myself up in my robe before going to look what was happening.

As I got closer to the kitchen, I heard my boyfriend swear a little in his native language and it made me giggle.

When I arrived to our kitchen, I leaned against the wall and enjoyed the view that was given to me. A shirtless Artemi stood facing the stove and was trying to save whatever he was trying to make from burning even more, his grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips.

I looked at his muscular back and those golden messy curls that I loved to play with before deciding to make my presence known to my man.

"Are you trying to set our apartment on fire or what?" I asked with a light playful smirk on my lips. I laughed as Artemi jumped a little before turning around and looking at me with wide eyes.

"You are up?" he asked and stood in front of the stove as if to hide whatever he created from me.

"Yeah, I am. And I'll tell you it wasn't very nice waking up to an empty, cold bed and a smell of food burning." I said but smiled after to let him know that I wasn't mad. "You should've woken me up, I would've made us something." I said and tried to go closer.

"No!" Artemi said and went to stop me. He turned me around by my shoulders and started to lead me out of the kitchen. "You always cook. Today I cook. You go to bed. I surprise you today."

"But-" "No. You go to bed, I be there soon." he said, pushed me lightly into the hallway and went back to work.

"I don't even get a good morning kiss from my loving boyfriend?" I called and in seconds he came back, pecked my lips and then went back into the kitchen.

I went back into our bedroom and laid in our bed, trying to think of the best way to give Artemi my present for him.

Ten minutes later, I heard a light knock on the door.

"Can you pretend you sleep my love? I want wake you up with breakfast." Artemi said behind the door. I smiled at how sweet he was and closed my eyes, pretending I'm asleep.

"Okay, I'm asleep, you can come in." I called with a smile on my lips.

I heard him open the door and a few seconds later a felt the bed dip beside me. Then I felt his hand brush my hair out of my face and a soft kiss landed on my forehead.

"Wake up, my love." he whispered in soft voice with his strong Russian accent and butterflies erupted in my stomach. 3 years together and he still made me feel like on our first date.

I slowly opened my eyes, trying to act as if I just woke up. I looked into his blue eyes, smiling up at the love of my life. "Good morning." I whispered back and leaned up to press a gentle kiss to his soft lips.

It wasn't until we separated that I noticed the tray with grilled cheese on one side and waffles with chocolate topping and strawberries on the other and some orange juice and coffee on the side.

The grilled cheese was a little darker than it was supposed to be, but just the fact that Artemi got out of bed early to do this for me was immensely sweet. And I didn't mind anyway, I like it crunchy.

"I don't know if you want sweet or sour, so I made both. And wait, I have more surprise." he said, got up from the bed and walked out the door.

A minute later he walked holding a giant bouquet of red roses in front of his face.

I gasped and one of my hands flew up to my mouth. Tears started to form in my eyes, no one has ever done anything like this for me.

"Artemi.. I.. you didn't have to! I feel like a princess right now!" I said, taking the flowers from him while trying not to let the tears escape my eyes.

"That not good. Because you are my queen." he said and smiled softly at me. "Now eat. I have more surprise after breakfast." he said and picked up one of the strawberries.

"Honey are you kidding me? I only have one present for you!" I said. I knew the one present I had is probably be the best one he I could ever give him, but that didn't stop me from feeling bad.

"I don't need presents. I already have you. Now eat." he said and motioned for me to open my mouth so he could feed me the strawberry.

I put the flowers on the bed beside me and we ate together. We shared a few laughs here and there, enjoying each other's presence and the breakfast that was unexpectedly delicious.

After 20 minutes, the tray was empty and our stomachs were full. Artemi took the tray and got up from the bed.

"You wait. I bring the surprise." he said and then he was out the door.

I took a moment to think about how lucky I was. I never thought I'd have someone who make me feel like a princess to be honest, but boy I was wrong.

I wasn't looking for anyone when I met Artemi, though I must admit I've always thought he was very cute. We met through one of our mutual friends, then we became friends and eventually Artemi asked me out on a date and I'm very happy he did.

I love the way he makes me feel. He knows that I'm sometimes insecure, but he always knows exactly what to say to make me feel better. He always puts my happiness before his own. He's the best thing that ever happened to me and I'll never stop being grateful for him.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when I saw Artemi come into the bedroom with his hands holding something behind his back.

"Close your eyes, moya lyubov'" he said and I did as I was told and my heart flattered at the nickname he likes to call me in his native language.

I felt the bed beside me dip again.

"You can look." he said and I opened my eyes to be met with a box from my favorite bakery.

They have the best cupcakes, but since I'm trying to remain fit and they're quite expensive, I don't buy them often, but Valentine's day is only once a year after all. But again I couldn't help but feel a little bad, because this meant he got up really early and went to the bakery before I even woke up.

"Artemi thank you. You really didn't have to do all this." I said, leaning closer to him to give him a short kiss and hug him.

"Look inside." he said and looked at the box.

I opened the box and when I saw what was inside, my hands flew up to cover my mouth and tears started to fill my eyes for the second time that morning, but this time I didn't even try to stop them.

Inside the box was my that favorite cupcake that I was talking about, but on top of it sat the most beautiful ring I have ever seen.

Artemi looked at my face for a minute before taking my hands into his. I could tell he was nervous from the way his hands were slightly shaking and the nervous sigh he let out before starting to talk.

"Y/n.. I love you. I want to spend my life with you. I want to fall asleep next to you every evening and wake up next to you every morning. Will you please make me the happiest person alive and marry me?" he asked and I couldn't help but start crying even harder. I didn't trust my voice so I just nodded.

Artemi slipped the right on my finger and I immediately jumped into his arms, hugging him tight. We just sat like that hugging for a few moments before I remembered something.

"Oh my god, I almost forgot! Now it's time for my surprise!" I said after I pulled away. "Close your eyes baby." I told him and when he did, I reached into my bedside table for the little box.

"You can open them now." I said after I put the present into his hands.

"You got me watches?" he asked me when he saw that the little box I put into his hands was a Rolex box. "They cost a lot of money my love, you-"

"You didn't even open it! Look inside!" I cut him off and excitedly waited for him to see what I had for him.

He took of the lid and just stared into the box for a few moments. Then he looked up at me as if he wanted me to confirm. I nodded my head and waited for his reaction.

He took the little stick out of the box and looked at it closely. Then he looked at me again.

"We have a baby?" he asked quietly.

"Yes Artemi. We're going to have a baby." I answered and I couldn't help but grin because I already knew he would be happy about the news.

Before I knew it, he threw the positive pregnancy test somewhere onto the floor, got out of the bed and then picked me up so he could spin me around.

After he put me back on my feet, he took my face in his hands and kissed me repeatedly.

"A BABY!!" he shouted and I couldn't help but laugh. I loved this man so much and now we were about to start a family together. I'm truly living my dream.

Artemi then suddenly got onto his knees and put his hands on my stomach.

"Hi baby. I am your daddy. I know you don't hear yet, but I love you. And mommy love you too. I want have you here already." he talked to my still unnoticeable belly. My heart almost burst out of joy at the sight.

He then stood back up and gave me one more sweet kiss before holding me close to him. I put my head on his chest so I could hear his heart beat and wrapped my arms around his torso, holding him tightly.

"Best Valentine day ever." Artemi said and kissed my hair lightly.

"Yeah." I agreed quietly and let myself enjoy the moment.

I just got engaged to the love of my life and we are having a baby together. This is certainly a day I'm going to remember forever.

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I hope it's okay. sorry for repeating the word 'said' a lot. I'm aware I do it, but my vocabulary still isn't the best at the moment, but I'll do my best to improve it

it would be great if you could give me some feedback😊

#artemi panarin #nhl imagine #nhl #new york rangers

[mikkomacko]

Sweet As Honey Valentine's day blurb

Happy Valentine's Day! I love you all very mucho! Enjoy this special request :)

~

It's weird, Harry thinks, to look around the changing room that holds his different boxing shorts and robes, hanging over drawers and drawers of gloves and tape. To see the drawer that holds a very extensive medical kit, next to the table that Harry's had to lay on for numerous stitch jobs and concussion evaluations. The room that's always been dedicated to prepare him for fighting now housing a two week old baby for the next few hours.

Arlo, still swaddled in a fuzzy bear onesie, tucked into his car seat with a blanket thrown over him. His pacifier sits snugly between his pretty pink lips and his too big stuffed bunny is propped up next to his head for him to use as a pillow. Y/n, still holding the concerns of being a new mother, checks on him every few minutes.

"Can tape 'em up myself if ya want darling?" Harry offers, a tiny smile pulling at his lips as y/n pauses between his fingers. She's still loosely holding his ring finger, rubbing her fingers over the tattooed wedding band but she's looking over at Arlo again. Her head snaps back to look at him, sheepishly shaking her head.

"I want to do it. Sorry it's just..." She trails off, looping a piece of pink tape around his finger. "it's hard not to look at him. I...I love him so much."

Her words are hushed, a secret only shared between the two of them, just like their baby. Harry leans forward, leaving a tender kiss to her forehead. "I know. Our precious little love bug, s'like Valentine's day was made for him huh?"

She giggles, kissing his hand with ghosting lips. "You said that about me last year, Harold." Harry grins, shrugging with a playful roll of my eyes.

"S'nough love for both of ya. Spoil the fuck outta you when we get home, promise." She pinches his middle finger when he cusses, but she's still smiling so he doesn't take it to heart.

"Just win for us tonight, okay? I think that'd be the perfect gift."

Harry hums, gaze lazily switching between her and Arlo as she finishes taping his hands. She completes her job with a kiss to his last finger and then to his mouth, nudging their noses together fondly before pulling back.

"You gonna be okay in here? I can ask Nick to watch him, at least for the first half."

Y/n shakes her head at his offer, smiling gratefully but looking over at Arlo longingly and Harry knows there's no way she'd ever leave him in here with someone else. "I'm sorry H, but I don't want to leave him."

Harry shrugs, completely understanding and not really minding that she'll be watching his fight from here. When he talked her into bringing Arlo out tonight they agreed she'd stay in the changing room with him. Harry pulls her off the coffee table and onto his lap, hands slipping to rest on her thighs.

"Can I have my good luck kiss now then?" Harry requests, rubbing his nose against her cheekbone. She chuckles, breath fanning over his lips before sealing their lips together. She moves to pull back, but he decides to milk the fact that this is the first fight in which she won't be right by the ring since they started dating. He whines in protest, cupping the base of her neck to bring her back to his lips. Her hands reach up to hold his face, stroking over the stubble on his jawline.

The door to his room opens, but Harry still holds y/n tight so she can't pull back. She stops kissing him back, murmuring his name scoldingly against his lips with a little laugh.

"It's been two weeks and you're already trying to knock her up again? Give her a break." Nick teases, and Harry finally let's up, y/n removing herself from his lap. She's blushing as she walks past Nick to check on Arlo. Harry pushes himself out of the chair, grabbing his red gloves from the table.

"Ready to go?" Nick asks, throwing a few air punches that have terrible form. Harry wrinkles his nose, nodding. Arlo whines as y/n lifts him out of the car seat, wiggling in her arms from being disturbed. Harry's so glad his baby is such a heavy sleeper and doesn't burst into wails whenever they move him.

Y/n meets Harry halfway to the door, bouncing Arlo with gentle shushes. "Good luck bubba." Y/n whispers, tip toeing to give him a chaste kiss, and then Harry leans down to kiss Arlo's little forehead. Harry gives her hand a squeeze, disappearing out of the door with Nick behind him and the cheering crowd is cut off when the door shuts. Arlo still cradled in her arms, she settles on the couch in front of the TV, watching her wonderful husband enter the ring.

~

Harry's abdomen is heavily bruised already and he's got a blossoming headache but he feels really fucking good as he returns to the changing room. Nick and Liam don't follow, instead staying out to talk to Harry's sponsors and he's glad because y/n is breastfeeding Arlo on the couch, tv still displaying the ring clearing out but she's focused on Arlo.

She looks up when he enters, beaming at him. "Congrats Mr. Styles!" She says, and Harry chuckles bashfully. He desperately needs to shower but that doesn't stop him from sitting on the couch next to her, pressing a kiss to her cheek and admiring Arlo for a moment. It's his favorite thing to do, watch Arlo. Especially when he's feeding, big green eyes looking up at them through his eyelashes, little fingers resting softly on y/n's breast.

Arlo looks at Harry when he leans over y/n's shoulder and his little fingers wiggle against her skin. Harry takes that as him saying hello and coos back, "Hiya bug. You enjoying dinner?"

Y/n giggles, elbowing him gently in retaliation. "Go shower stinky. We're tired over here."

Harry grins, reciprocating the kiss she offers him. "Better not be too tired, we still got a holiday to celebrate." He starts heading towards the shower, knowing y/n rolled her eyes at him. She doesn't think he planned anything for her, which may be a little offensive, but he's glad she'll be surprised.

~

Y/n turns off the alarm to the house as Harry kicks the door shut and locks it. He sets Arlo's car seat down on the floor so he can pull off his coat and hang it. "Can set the alarm for the night darling." Harry tells her, taking her coat from her and hanging it. She enters the code, taking the baby bag with her as she heads to the living room and Harry follows, biting his lip in anticipation.

The little gasp that leaves her lips has his heart leaping, setting the car seat on the couch so he can take Arlo out. He plays innocent, pretending to not notice the seen set up around him. It took a lot of begging to convince Louis to give up time on Valentine's day to come and set this up for him.

"Harry!" Y/n whines, and then she's draping herself behind him and kissing his shoulder blade.

"Wha'?"

"I love you!"

Finally he turns around, faking a gasp and she's playfully hits his shoulder. Louis' hung the soft Christmas lights Harry left out for him, casting the living room in a soft glow. He's taken the bedding and pillows from their bedroom, per Harry's request, and made a cozy looking bed on the floor of the living room. A vase of roses sits at the bottom of the pallet, three heart shaped balloons tied to the vase, one for each Styles member. The best part however, is the giant stuffed lion on the bed, holding a heart that says "you make my heart roar." It's been a tradition since their first Valentine's day that Harry gets her a cheesy stuffed animal and she makes him the ugliest but most delicious chocolate covered strawberries.

"My my, someone has a good husband." Harry teases, slinking his arms around her waist. She wraps her arms around his neck, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips.

"I didn't have time to make you strawberries." She pouts, but Harry doesn't care. He kisses her again, shrugging.

"Gave me a bloody baby, I don't need strawberries."

She quirks an eyebrow. "He was your birthday present."

"The gift that keeps on giving."

She giggles again, kissing over his heart. "Let's put on jammies so we can enjoy this very comfy looking bed."

Harry nods. "Happy Valentine's day my darling girl. Love you so much."

Her cheeks tinge pink. "I love you so much more Harry. Happy Valentine's day."

Hand in hand (and Arlo's car seat in Harry's other) they go upstairs to change. Harry leaves Arlo in just in diaper, managing to only wake him for a couple minutes as he wiggled him out of his clothes. Per tradition, y/n changes into Harry's old high school soccer tee-shirt that doesn't fit his chest or biceps anymore, and a pair of heart covered boxers. Harry changes into the matching pair and his work down Britney Spears shirt that y/n loves to steal, and they settle into the living room, Arlo sleeping in his playpen, and Harry and y/n sharing the grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup he'd made for them.

Harry's always been the best at surprises, but y/n definitely rivals him when she disappears into the kitchen, returning with a box of strawberries (obviously ordered from a store but Harry doesn't mind) and his favorite bottle of wine. They're watching Love Actually, y/n falling sleepily into his shoulder and he kisses the top of her head.

"I'll never get tired of spending Valentine's day with you darling."

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[nanamisforcedmother]

Can I get a Fitzgerald angst drabble?? thANK YOUU!!! <333

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“Daaaad, you didn’t pour Stripes any tea!” Daisy exclaims, gesturing across the small tea table to the stuffed tiger sitting across from Fitzgerald. With a small chuckle and a nod, he reaches across the table to “pour” Stripes some tea. 

“Is that better?” Fitzgerald’s legs were slightly cramped in the tiny chair, his shoulders hunched. But he doesn’t mind- not in the slightest, especially watching Daisy beam as she pretends to politely sip her tea. Lingering in the back of his head, though- were the words: only a few more weeks. 

And it was undeniable, with the way Daisy complains of pain and discomfort. She’s tired more, and Fitzgerald wonders how he grasp at more time. 

“Mhm! Stripes loves the tea!” 

“Oh? He does? I bought it specifically for him, after all!” Fitzgerald jokes, gently clinking his teacup against Stripes. Of course, Fitzgerald had bought the finest china he could get his hands on for Daisy- after all, he had to make her last few months on Earth as enjoyable as possible. 

“We’ll do this more often, right, Dad?” 

“Of course- as much as you want.”

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“Zelda- what are you doing?” Fitzgerald enters the kitchen, the smell of fresh and homemade emanating. 

“Making Daisy’s favorite cake for when she comes back! I’m trying to perfect the recipe.” Zelda beams, holding up a cake pan with mitten-clad hands. His throat tightens at the sight of it, words escaping him. Nothing he ever said made Zelda realize the weight of Daisy’s absence- Zelda even had a calendar above their bathroom’s mirror counting down the days until Daisy’s “return”. 

“Chocolate?” He tiredly smiles, the question coming out hoarse. 

“Of course! Do you think she’ll like it if I decorate it with strawberries?” 

“.... Zelda.” Fitzgerald’s smile suddenly falls, replaced by a frown. 

“What’s wrong, Francis?” 

“When are you going to face reality? She’s never coming back.” 

“You… You keep saying that.” 

“We buried her, Zelda.” 

“That wasn’t her!” Zelda suddenly yells, slamming the cake pan on top of the counter. The clang makes Fitzgerald jump, the cake pan clattering to the ground, fragments of cake splattering throughout the kitchen. The room falls silent- tears streaming down Zelda’s face. “I’ll… I’ll clean it up.” 

He bows out of the room- slowly making his way up to Daisy’s former room. He quietly enters, a part of him hoping that Daisy’s head would pop out from under her covers, bleary-eyed and groggy from sleep. He would say- ‘did I wake you?’ and Daisy would respond ‘daaad… let me sleep!’ 

But instead, he’s met with silence. He makes his way to the undisturbed tea table, the fine china collecting a small layer of dust. 

Fitzgerald gently picks up Stripes from his seat- untouched from their previous tea party. The room was dark and well-preserved- and he hadn’t bothered to go into it ever since Daisy passed away in her bed. Happy memories tainted, replaced by a dark void of grief. The days blurred together- Fitzgerald honestly didn’t know how much time had passed, and it didn’t matter. Daisy was gone, and nothing would fill the hole she had left behind. 

“She’s coming back, Francis.” Zelda lingers in the doorway, arms crossed. He slightly turns, jolted from his thoughts. He briefly looks down at Stripes, and he imagines Daisy hugging him as Fitzgerald tucks her into bed- moments he would never be able to have again. 

“We buried her, Zelda. Please, you have to remember that,” he replies after a small pause. His throat tightens as tears start to blur his vision, but he shakes his head, trying to fight them back. 

“That wasn’t her, Francis! She’s coming back. She’s.. She’s just away for a while!” Suddenly, Zelda rushes at him, her eyes red-rimmed. Fitzgerald put his hands on her shoulders to steady her, and he could feel her trembling underneath his grip. 

“She’s coming back! You’ll see. That wasn’t her- my Daisy is just gone for a little bit. The calendar… You remember that, I know she’ll be home in a few days-” 

“Zelda-” 

“Stop lying to me, Francis!” She starts to swing at him, fist ready to connect with her shoulder, but Fitzgerald catches her wrist. Zelda’s eyes widen, and she suddenly relents, burying her head into Fitzgerald’s shoulder. A muffled sob escapes as Fitzgerald wraps an arm around her, resting his chin on her head. 

“It’s okay, Zelda. I’m here- I promise I’ll always be here.” 

She briefly lifts her head, cheeks wet with tears. 

“Daisy’s coming back.” 

Fitzgerald pauses, fingers absentmindedly threading through Zelda’s hair. He mulls between two options- feeding into the lie, or making Zelda face the truth and destroy her further. After what feels like an eternity of weighing between two equally painful options, he exhales, settling on a third option: ensuring that Daisy does come back. 

“She is. I’ll make sure of it, Zelda.” 

Fitzgerald peppers several small kisses to the top of her head as she buries her face in his shoulder again. 

I’m not sure how, but I’ll bring her back for you, Zelda. 

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[myforeverforlife]

familiar stranger (part three).

Jongdae had come around to your side of the car, an arm offered out to you. He raised an eyebrow, waiting with a smile.

You took it with a smile of your own, letting your hand curl around the crook of his arm. Walking together like this, it was easy to forget about everything that had happened to you, all of your worries that had been plaguing you for weeks.

To pretend that you were a woman, out with her husband.

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In almost no time, you were just as comfortable around Kyungsoo and Baekhyun as you were with Jongdae. They were also helpful in filling in the blanks, restoring what had been lost in your mind.

“And when we got to the beach, we found out that we left all of our food back at the apartment!” Baekhyun exclaimed, recounting a summer trip your group of friends had taken a few years ago.

“No!” you gasped out, just as engrossed in the story as he was. 

“Yep, all of our barbecue stuff, the smores, everything. We thought someone had taken the food stuff and put it in one of our cars, but it was all still packed up and sitting in our kitchen.” 

“And that’s why we always triple check before we go on trips,” Kyungsoo added with a wry smile.

“Or make sure that there’s a good restaurant in the area,” Jongdae piped in. He picked up a forkful of toast laden with whipped cream and bananas, popping it into his mouth before sighing in content.

You were just as satisfied with your own food, thick slices of toast topped with strawberries and melted chocolate. When you had ordered, the other three men exchanged a look, something you questioned them about after the waitress left.

“You are starting to remember,” Jongdae said, eyes wide and full of hope.

“What? What do you mean?” 

Jongdae grew confused, tiny wrinkle lines appearing on his forehead. “It’s your usual order. Either that, or the toasted BLT.” 

“Oh. I just picked it because it sounded good,” you mumbled, unable to meet Jongdae’s gaze. You felt bad for raising his hopes for nothing.

Kyungsoo and Baekhyun watched as Jongdae’s face softened, one of his hands coming to rest over your own. “I’m sure you’ll love it. And even if you don’t, I’ll share my food with you.” 

Jongdae wanted to fawn over how cute you were as your face pinked, both touched and shy at the same time. Sure enough, when the food arrived, you loved it just as much as you did before — if not more. Jongdae still offered to share his food with you, but you declined. “I don’t want to take your food,” you explained.

“It’s not taking if I’m sharing it with you.” 

You hesitated before leaning closer, letting Jongdae feed you the forkful he had been holding out to you. “This one’s really good too,” you said, amazed by how delicious everything at the cafe was.

“I’m glad you like it.” Jongdae watched fondly as you continued to enjoy your food. The way your lips curled in delight with each bite, the crinkling of your eyes as you smiled at something the others said — it all felt like another normal day out to Jongdae. He flinched upon hearing Baekhyun calling out to him, an impish smile on his face.

“Like what you see?” Baekhyun asked, winking in your direction. 

Jongdae immediately struck out with his foot, bumping into Baekhyun’s underneath the table. Much to your confusion, the two men were soon caught in a staring contest, Jongdae’s eyebrows drawn low while Baekhyun continued to giggle to himself. 

Kyungsoo sighed, ignoring his other friends as he turned to you. “Have you thought of coming by April & Flower? Not to work,” he added quickly upon seeing your worried expression. “Just to see your workspace. I’m sure you’re gonna love it.” 

You chewed on your bottom lip, weighing the pros and cons in your mind. Yes, you were nervous about meeting your coworkers and your boss for the first time all over again, but at the same time, you had been itching to jump back into a restaurant kitchen and to feel at home in your element. Plus, you had heard nothing but good things about your job.

“Okay,” you agreed, courage rising when Jongdae nodded at you reassuringly. “To be honest, part of me has missed being at work too.” 

“She’s still been cooking,” Jongdae added, eyes shining with pride. “Her food’s just as good as before, if not better.”

You shook your head, embarrassed by the sudden praise and yet still thankful for Jongdae’s sweet words. “You’re exaggerating.”

Jongdae captured your gaze in a fixed stare, eyes brimming with a sudden warmth. “It’s true,” he said enthusiastically, his hand coming up to rest on top of yours. It only lingered long enough to squeeze your hand before slipping away, much to your disappointment. 

“Feel free to drop by whenever you can,” Kyungsoo spoke up, startling you out of your stupor. You had been so caught up in Jongdae that you had completely forgotten where you were. “I’m sure everyone will be happy to see you there.” 

Your smile mirrored that of your friend’s, although nowhere near as heart-shaped as his. “Thanks. I’ll definitely be there.” 

The rest of your meal was filled with cheer and endless jokes, easily making your table the brightest spot in the cafe. By the end of it, your sides were sore from laughing so much. 

You wore a grin on your face even as you got into Jongdae’s car, waving to Kyungsoo and Baekhyun as they headed towards their cars. “If every outing with them is like this, I might end up losing my voice,” you told Jongdae.

He chuckled as he got his seatbelt on, waiting for you to do the same before he started driving. “Keeping up with Baekhyun does take some getting used to. That kid can talk for hours on end.” 

“It was fun though. I hope we have time to do this more often.” 

Jongdae spared you a quick glance, corners of his lips lifting as he continued to drive. “Of course. I’m sure they’ll be glad to hear that too.” 

You stared out the window, relieved to find that you could recognize some buildings and street names. Driving around with Minseok during the past week had helped you to familiarize yourself with the city, although there were still many areas that you couldn’t remember. “Where are we going?” you asked Jongdae, squinting to get a better look at the street sign up ahead.

“Home. Did you still want to pick up your cookbook?”

In all of the excitement in the past hour, you had forgotten about going back to “your” place. Home, Jongdae had called it.

“Yeah,” you answered. Your fingers lay restlessly in your lap, tapping against the fabric of your jeans while Jongdae drove. It was only now that you realized that you would be going back not just to Jongdae’s place, but to the place that both of you had stayed in together. In the past, you had also called it home. 

But what was it to you now? 

You waited, unsure of what to do while you stood in the living room. Jongdae had gone to search for the cookbook, an adorable pout on his lips after he failed to find it in the kitchen. “That’s weird. Maybe it’s in the office?” He disappeared down the hallway, leaving you alone. 

You wondered if you should follow him or not. This was your equally your house, after all. But at the same time, you felt like a guest in your own home. You drank everything in, studying everything that you could see from the CDs in the shelf beside the TV, to the framed photos on the wall. A tall, wooden bookshelf was almost completely filled with books and other knickknacks. You shuffled over in your cat-print adorned house slippers, hand reaching up to run over the spines of some of the titles. It reassured you to see that you could recognize almost all of the books that you saw there. Many of them were longtime favorites, the spines well broken in. 

Further search ended up with no sign of the cookbook anywhere, although you did find a good handful of other cookbooks that you remembered flipping through. The sound of Jongdae shouting in excitement startled you, moving you from where you had been sitting on the floor to study the bottom shelf. 

“I found it!” Jongdae exclaimed, holding it up high in one hand as he came back into the living room. He placed his free hand on his chest, slightly out of breath from searching so fervently. “God, I was starting to worry. It was under a pile of notebook paper,” he told you, holding the book out. 

Your eyes raked over its appearance, more of a journal than a cookbook. For a second, you could only stare at the leather cover of the journal. Your hand came up slowly, fingers trembling until it touched the spine of the book. Taking it from Jongdae’s hand, you opened it up to the first page. 

A comprehensive table of contents greeted you, numbered and even color-coded. It was honestly funny to see that you still had tendencies to go all out when it came to organizing, much like Minseok. 

A quick turn of the page brought you to recipe number one: “Minnie’s Coffee Crumble Cake”. Underneath the recipe was a picture of Minseok, posing with a plate of cake in his hands as he grinned. A corner of your lips lifted involuntarily at this, your brother’s cheerful expression instantly brightening your own mood. 

You flipped through the rest of the pages, finding recipes that you remembered making even from your early days in culinary school. There was one you had learned from Kyungsoo, something you named “Soo’s Spicy Spaghetti”. The picture for this recipe got a small giggle out of you, your smile growing wider. Kyungsoo and Chanyeol, another friend from culinary school, sat side by side at a table. Kyungsoo eyed Chanyeol warily while the other held a glass of water to his mouth, pain visible in the curve of his eyebrows, eyes screwed closed. Even the recipe for the green tea cheesecake that Jongdae had mentioned was there, inciting curiosity and an urge to try it out when you had time. 

The next page caught you off guard, titled “Jongdae’s Favorite”. Your eyes skipped over the picture, focusing on the list of steps instead. Skimming through them, you discovered that this was a recipe for a type of kimchi stew that you had no recollection of making. You had made other variations of this before, but this particular recipe failed to ring any bells. You let out a small gasp once you took a closer look at the picture on this page, fingers running over the surface of the photograph. In it, you and Jongdae sat side by side at the dining table. Jongdae was kissing you on the cheek, a smile on his lips as his eyes twinkled with mischief. You had a spoon halfway to your mouth, even as you appeared to be laughing. Both of you looked so happy, like neither one of you had a single care in the world. 

Why did everything have to change? “Are you okay?” 

You looked up, so lost in the contents of the cookbook that you had forgotten Jongdae was only a few feet away. He watched you worriedly, hand instinctively coming up to your cheek before he paused, painfully pulling it back. 

“You’re crying,” he whispered in horror. 

One of your hands shot up to your face, only to find a couple of tears beginning to trail down the surface. Your eyes widened in disbelief — when did you start crying? 

“Let me grab some tissues.” Before you could protest, Jongdae was gone once more. You hastily wiped your tears away, furiously trying to blink away any remnants left lingering in your eyes. 

Jongdae came back, trusty box in hand as he pulled a few tissues out. You took them with a small mumble of thanks, wiping the last traces of tears away and rubbing your nose. 

"Sorry," you mumbled, sniffing as you dabbed at your face. "I don't even know why I'm crying." You laughed, the sound dry and self-deprecating.

Jongdae pried the used tissues from your hands, exchanging them for a couple of fresh ones from the tissue box. You were taken aback when he got up, briefly disappearing into the kitchen to dispose of your tissues. He came back to find you sitting on the couch, knees brought up to your chest while your cookbook lay open on the cushion beside you. Jongdae hesitated, unsure of where to sit. 

You looked up, feeling his eyes on you. With a wobbly smile, you patted the free spot on your other side. "Come sit. I don't bite." 

Smiling with relief, Jongdae was more than happy to comply. If you were still able to crack a joke after crying, Jongdae knew that you were feeling better. He sat down gingerly, licking at his lips as he struggled to find words sufficient enough to sooth you. Thankfully, you were the one to break the silence. 

"Are there more of these?" you asked, a hand running down the open page of your cookbook.

Jongdae shook his head. "This is the only one that I've seen." 

You lifted the cookbook, resting against your knees as you stared down at the pages. It was still open to the picture of you and Jongdae, a blissful memory preserved forever in the confines of a small photo. "Do you cook too?" you asked, eyes drinking in the photo one last time before glancing up to look at Jongdae.

"A little. Mom always says I add too much salt, though." Jongdae fiddled with his ear in embarrassment, a soft rumbling of laughter masking it. 

The sounds of your giggles interwove with his, a familiar melody to your ear. You took so much delight in this, warmth blossoming in your chest and soothing the turbulent waves of anxiety. 

Both of you went through the rest of the book, Jongdae pointing out little details here and there. None of the pictures took you off guard like the one of you and Jongdae had, but there you still felt a pang of guilt and sorrow when you came across something that you couldn't remember. 

A picture of Baekhyun with whipped cream on his nose smiled up at you on the page for strawberry shortcake, another of Minseok blowing on a spoonful of seafood stew. 

"Thank you for this," you told Jongdae once you reached the last page, shutting the notebook.

Jongdae shook his head, unwilling to take all of the credit for this. "You have yourself to thank too. This wouldn't exist if you hadn't started writing in it in the first place." 

Your eyes dropped down to the cover, fingers running along the notebook's spine as you shrugged bashfully. "Still, I appreciate it. I really had fun today. A couple of times, I even forgot about everything that's going on." 

It was easy to notice how your face fell, the glow of your face dimming as you felt the full weight of your troubles again. Jongdae couldn't help himself — moving closer and wrapping his arms around you before he could help it. 

He could feel you freeze against him, and was about to pull back when you returned the hug just as tightly. Your hair tickled the side of his neck, and while Jongdae would have played around and pretended to be annoyed in the past, he simply closed his eyes, savoring the moment. 

He really missed this — not just having you in his arms, but having you, the real you around. It was almost a month since the accident, and while Jongdae had grown more acquainted with living in a home by himself, he still missed you. He missed the light you radiated, no matter what you were doing. He longed to hear your voice fill up the empty space in the apartment, to roll over in bed in the middle of the night and fall back asleep to the sound of your steady breathing. 

"Jongdae?" you said, voice muffled from where you spoke against his shirt.

"Yeah?" One of his hands came up to stroke the back of your head, a content smile appearing on his face at the familiarity of it all.

"If... if my memories don't came back, would you be disappointed?"

Jongdae paused, pulling back slightly so that he could look at you. He still held onto you, hand cradling the back of your head lovingly. "Not in you. I could never be disappointed in you. I can't lie and say that I wouldn't be sad, but I wouldn't want it to get in between us. We can't make those same memories again, but we can make new ones. You're still the same Y/N."

Throughout all of this, Jongdae stared at you so tenderly, gaze full of trust in you and what the two of you had that you knew if you stared at him for too long, you'd only end up in tears again. You buried your face into the crook of his neck again, not missing how Jongdae gasped in surprise. 

You only squeezed him tighter, arms latched around his waist as Jongdae picked up where he had left off on stroking your hair. 

It didn't matter that you couldn't remember anything about the place you had once called home, about the a good chunk of the things that made up your life. Here, in this moment, in the arms of the person you had once loved, it was as if nothing had changed at all.

You hesitated, staring through the restaurant windows at the scene within. Although you had decided to come near the end of the day, there were still a substantial amount of people eating inside April & Flower. 

Your old workplace. 

Irene, the restaurant manager and your boss, had been calm yet friendly when you called her. She encouraged you to come and drop by, "whenever you were free", in her own words. You didn't want to inconvenience the staff by showing up during the busiest time, so you held off on arriving until an hour before closing time. 

Further inspection showed a few faces going back and forth throughout the restaurant, a couple of young men that you didn't recognize. Kyungsoo was hidden away in the kitchen, the only person you knew. 

Maybe it would be better to just come back at the end of the shift, you thought to yourself. Just as you were about to walk away, one of the men inside spotted you, a grin breaking out on his face as he waved in your direction. Tentatively, you waved back, watching as he dashed off. 

Taking in a deep breath, you forced yourself to walk to the entrance, hand lingering over the door handle before it swung open. Lucky for you, the door swung inside, revealing a petite woman and the man you saw earlier.

"Y/N!" she greeted you. You relaxed upon recognizing the voice from your phone call.

"Hi, Irene, right?" 

"Yes! I'm glad Mark spotted you."

Mark, the man beside her, only smiled wider. Upon closer look, he appeared more like a boy than a man. "You could've come in instead of watching us through the window," he said frankly.

You blushed, feeling the heat warm up your face while Irene reached up to tweak Mark's ear lightly. "Don't embarrass her on your first day back." Turning back to you, her smile was more gentle. "Come inside." You let her take you by the hand, pulling you into the noise and bustle that made up April & Flower.

Irene began to lead you on a tour of the restaurant, introducing you to the rest of the staff there. You met Junmyeon, the assistant manager, as well as Lucas, a busboy like Mark who looked just as young. The waiters for that day, Jaehyun, Johnny and Ten were too busy to do much but say hi and tell you how glad they were to see you again before they got back to their tables. 

"And now for the part I'm sure you've been waiting for," Irene said as she led you to the kitchen. She pushed the door open, an assault of fragrances and sounds attacking your senses. 

It was easy to spot Kyungsoo, cheeks pink from standing over the stove for extended periods of time. He glanced over his shoulder when he heard the door open, nodding to you with a smile before turning his attention back to the food. 

Irene introduced you to the other line chefs, Taeyong and Mingyu before pulling the head chef over. The man beamed down at you, hands coming up to rest on your shoulders as you stared back at him in surprise.

"Y/N, we missed you! God, this place has been crazy without you." He pulled you close for a short hug, patting your back briefly before letting go.

"Kibum, you need to introduce yourself to her, remember?" Irene watched both of you with an amused smile, noticing how you were left at a loss for words at this warm greeting.

"Oh, right. Don't listen to her, the only people that call me Kibum are my parents, although I guess I'll make an exception for you, Boss." He winked at Irene before fixing his gaze on you. "You can call me Key." He wiped his hand on his apron before offering it out to you. 

You didn't know anything about Key, but from what you had gleamed in the past couple of minutes, you liked him already. "Nice to meet you again, Key," you said, shaking his hand with a grin. 

"Likewise." He pointed to the bustling area behind him, one eyebrow jumping up. "You wanna come try it out?"

It was tempting, but you also didn't want to mess up any orders. "I'm not ready, I don't know anything about this menu," you replied, although you couldn't look away from the preparations.

"She's right," Irene spoke up. "But if you want to, you can shadow them for today." When you didn't respond, she patted your shoulder lightly, a knowing smile on her face. "Go ahead." 

Key found a spare apron for you, and immediately jumped back into work. You watched from a distance, keeping an eye on the other men more than Kyungsoo. Having known him for a while, there wasn't much that surprised you when it came to his technique. The other men, however, were complete strangers. It was mesmerizing to see how skillful they were, knives easily cutting through meat and vegetable, quick fingers adding finishing touches to the plates before they were sent off. 

Taeyong smiled to himself when be noticed how your eyes couldn't leave the plate of braised beef he just handed off to Ten. "Do you want to try some?" he offered.

"Are you sure?" Just at that moment, to your mortification, your stomach grumbled.

With a chuckle, Taeyong waved you over to the pan he had been using, scooping up a spoonful of the sauce and offering it to you. 

You took the spoon gratefully, eyes squeezing shut in joy as you let the rich flavor wash over you. "This is so good," you gushed, eyes opening to see how proud Taeyong looked.

"Thanks. But hey, you've learned how to do this too. With some time and practice, you'll have these recipes down like the back of your hand."

"He's right," Mingyu chimed in from where he stood cubing a slab of beef. "It's still with you, in your head. Your brain just has to retrace those pathways again.” He paused to point to his head with a gloved hand, winking in your direction.

"Hey, who do you think you are, Einstein?" Taeyong asked, laughing as he pretended to shove Mingyu. "Where did you even hear about that?" 

"Lots of documentaries," the other man replied breezily.  

The rest of the dinner hour passed by smoothly, only a few minor hiccups here and there. You got to see how Irene and Junmyeon managed the restaurant, constantly in awe at how much trust they placed in their employees — including you. 

It was nearing the end of the restaurant's hours, and you were preparing to go home. They wouldn't let you go without feeding you, and all for free, no matter how much you protested. Much to your delight, Taeyong set a plate of braised beef on the counter before you, the same dish he had seen you staring at earlier. Kyungsoo had sneakily slid a small bowl of mashed potatoes beside it, beaming proudly when you gushed over how buttery they were. 

Irene came over while the rest of the staff started to close up, chin resting on her hand as she watched you eat. "How are you doing? Jongdae doesn't tell us much, and Kyungsoo says even less when we ask him. But you seem like you're doing okay." Her voice trailed off, waiting for you to refute or back up her statements.

You swallowed the bite of sauteed vegetables in your mouth, nodding in response. "I'm doing better everyday. Coming here helped a lot too. I feel antsy just waiting at Minseok's house all day, looking through old photos and trying to remember everything. Even though I didn't do anything here, just being around everyone while they worked made me feel like I was a part of it."

A sudden yell from beyond the kitchen doors startled both of you, Irene sitting up and peering out the window in the door until turning back to face you. "You know you're always welcome here, whether you're working or not." 

"I want to work," you said enthusiastically. "I just don't want to slow anyone down." 

"Trust me, I think you'd get the hang of things pretty quickly." She reached out to pat your hand before standing up. "Just keep it in mind."

You nodded, watching as she pushed open the kitchen door and headed out onto the restaurant floor. Little glimpses of your past like this, like your outings with Jongdae or Minseok helped to ease you back into this lifestyle, like getting back on a bicycle after so many years. 

Although you couldn't remember these little details, everything that you did just felt right, like pulling on a well-loved sweater that had been hidden in the back of your closet, or falling into bed at the end of a long, long day. 

Like coming home. 

Over the next couple of weeks, on the days that you weren't shadowing and learning from your co-workers, you met up with Jongdae. In this past week, you had spent a day at the movies with him and Minseok, another afternoon with him checking out a tapas place that Kyungsoo had recommended. One night, he had even fallen asleep on Minseok's couch while both of you were watching a movie. He slumped down in his spot, head leaning against the couch back as his mouth fell open, a thin trail of drool threatening to slide down onto his shirt. You tried to stifle your giggles, cooing over how slumber made him look five years younger. Minseok found you still staring at Jongdae when he came out of the kitchen from washing dishes. 

"What are you doing?" he whispered. Both of you froze as Jongdae snored lightly, but still remained still. 

"Nothing," you whispered back. "He just looks so... so peaceful like this."

"Want me to wake him up?"

You glared at your brother over your shoulder, eyes narrowing as he grinned devilishly. "Don't even dare."

"Alright. I'm just saying, he's gonna hurt his neck sleeping like this." 

Minseok did have a point there. But you hated to wake Jongdae up when he looked so adorable in this state. Sighing in defeat, you shook Jongdae's shoulder gently. "Jongdae?" you said, voice hushed. "Wake up, you're going to hurt yourself like that."

With a reluctant groan, Jongdae stretched his arms out and straightened up. He rubbed the trail of spit on his face away with the back of his hand, ears turning pink when he realized that he had been caught sleeping and drooling in front of you. "Oh god, how long have I been asleep?" He fumbled over his words, still groggy and out of sorts.

"Not too long." You smiled sympathetically, already attuned to how embarrassment looked on Jongdae's face. "You can stay the night if you want to."

Jongdae's face lit up briefly before a worried furrow found its way between his eyebrows. "I wish I could, but I can't. I have to head in early to work tomorrow." 

"It's fine, don't worry. Will you be okay driving?"

"Yeah." Jongdae let out a long yawn, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He looked much more awake after this, although his shoulders were still hunched over with fatigue. You eyed him skeptically.

"Are you sure?" you asked.

"She's right. I can drive you home, Dae," Minseok offered.

"I'll be fine you guys, really." Jongdae stood up, wincing at the exertion on his legs after sitting for so long. He met your eye, sending you a reassuring smile. 

Still worried, you insisted on walking him out to his car, even when he protested. "It's too cold outside," he argued.

You rolled your eyes, slipping your shoes on as Jongdae finished tying up his laces. "I'll be fine, I'm not that fragile." 

Jongdae smiled to himself at your words, watching fondly as you rummaged through the closet for a spare jacket. "You're right," he said to himself.

The hallways of Minseok's apartment complex were empty, save for a couple walking their dog. Jongdae had managed to snag a spot on the street right in front of the building — usually coveted by visitors. He turned towards you, hands in his pockets and nose beginning to turn pink from the frosty air. "I'll be okay, Y/N. I don't want you to catch a cold." 

"It's gonna take a lot more than that for me to get sick." You giggled softly, soft puffs appearing in the air before you. "Drive safely, okay?" 

Jongdae nodded, unlocking the car and slipping into the driver's seat. He glanced over when you knocked on the passenger side window, rolling it down and leaning over. 

"Sweet dreams, Dae."

He was stunned, both by the soft request and the unexpected use of his nickname. Ever since you had awoken in the hospital, you had stuck to calling him by his first name. He didn't mind, but it was much more touching to hear the well-loved nickname falling from your lips after so long.

"Good night, darling," he replied, eyes sparkling with an emotion you couldn't place. 

You thought back to the home videos you had watched, of hearing that same word in your voice whenever Jongdae's face came into the camera's view. Shellshocked, you could do nothing but nod dumbly before stepping back, watching as Jongdae gave you a final wave before driving away. 

Darling. Such a simple, old-fashioned word. And yet, it held so much meaning for both of you. 

Minseok watched this small exchange with a knowing smile on his lips from his window, arms crossed over his chest as if he were observing a baseball game. He couldn't hear anything, but he had his guesses about what happened.

"They're still the same as ever," he chuckled to himself, leaving his perch as you began the trek back upstairs to the apartment. 

Neither you nor Jongdae spoke about that moment afterwards, but it was clear that something had shifted between the two of you. Dr. Suh was quick to point it out during your sessions, gleaming a subtle change in your relationship from the way you talked. You were more vivacious, more animated when talking about Jongdae. Your praise for him came easily, adoration for his sweet manners and bubbly demeanor always bringing a glow to your face. 

There was no doubt now that these outings you two shared were dates, especially when Jongdae spent more time in front of the mirror trying to fix his hair while across the city, you searched for the perfect outfit. 

The first time that you held his hand, you were positive that there couldn't be any other person whose hand fit so perfectly with yours. Jongdae had been surprised when you reached out for him after a walk home from a shopping trip, eyes going repeatedly from your face to your joined hands as if he worried that this was an accident. You merely squeezed it lightly, swinging your joined hands back and forth until he was giggling that infectious laugh of his. 

Both of you were waiting for the next milestone, the next big change in your relationship. Jongdae was cautious about being too forward, and you never seemed to have good timing on your side. 

You flipped through the pages of the hardcover in your hand, closing the book with a satisfying thump and returning it to its spot on the shelf. Today, you and Jongdae were browsing through the small shops on the street not too far from Dr. Suh's office. Jongdae had offered to pick you up after your session, and seeing as it was an unusually bright winter day, both of you wanted to spend as much time out of the apartment as possible. 

One of the bad things about losing six years worth of memories meant that you forgot about all of the new books you had read during that time. But on the plus side, it also meant that you got to experience them for the first time all over again. You had a list on your phone compiled of recommendations from friends, family and of course, the internet. 

Jongdae wasn't as much of an avid reader as you, but he enjoyed the occasional paperback every once in a while. He sat on the floor, back against a shelf with a pile of some of your books stacked up beside him. With his phone in hand, he would giggle to himself occasionally while reading a webtoon. Every so often, you would look over to see his eyes crinkled up and lips pressed shut to try and keep the laughter at bay. 

Giving up on your search for now, you found your way back to Jongdae's side, resting your head on his shoulder and peeking at his phone. Immediately, he shifted it so that you had a better view of the screen. Soon both of you were trying to keep your laughter down, scrolling through the rest of the webtoon's latest installation.  

"My reading list is gonna take forever to complete," you mused when you caught sight of your forgotten pile of books. Jongdae handed them over to you when you asked, whistling at the sheer height to your pile. 

"Then it's a good thing we've got plenty of time." Jongdae smiled at you before looking over the titles printed on your books. You never got tired of watching Jongdae's expressive face, enamored with the way that smiles just managed to easily find their way there, only adding to the radiance there. As of late, you found it more and more difficult to part ways at night, and to go back to your bed alone. Your heart tightened at this realization, unaware of how you had been longing for this for a while.

"Dae?"

"Hmm?" His head perked up, waiting curiously. 

"I want to come back. I want to come home, with you." 

Jongdae's mouth fell open, eyes staring at you blankly before he surged forward, almost knocking the books from your lap as his lips found their place against yours. The sudden kiss awakened something deep inside you, and soon you were scrambling to hold him as close to you as physically possible. Jongdae seemed to favor small nibbles at your lower lip, grinning when you gasped in surprise at the sudden sensation. One skimmed down your back before coming back up to your face, thumb caressing the soft skin there as you continued to kiss him. It felt like too soon when you were forced to pull away, cheeks flushed and chest heaving.

"You mean it?" Jongdae asked, just as out of breath as you were.

Nodding, you reached up to cup his face with your hands. "It doesn't feel like home when you're not with me." 

Jongdae's eyelids fluttered shut, the weight of your words touching the depths of his heart. "You’ll always have me, no matter what. Home hasn't been the same without you." His eyes opened, brown pools of color full of adoration as he stared back at you.

Everything was falling back into place.

Series masterlist: ( 1 )  ( 2 )  ( 3 )  ( Final )

A/N: one of the hardest things was trying to figure out who the hell works at april & flower LOL like somehow in the back of my mind I always knew that I wanted some of the nct kids there, but it took a bit of rearranging to see who seemed to fit where. i just love the idea of irene being in charge of the place 😎 

also, god I love old fashioned terms of endearments and it just grew even bigger after jongdae’s “dear my dear” release. you know, like sweetheart, darling, my love, etc. 

there’s only one more chapter left to update in this series! thank you to everyone who’s been reading so far! ❤️ also happy holidays!! 

Tag list: @khelmatic​ (I know it’s been a while since I updated, so thank you for waiting!)

#exo #jongdae #jongdae scenario #chen scenario #jongdae fanfic #chen fanfic #exo scenario #exo fanfic #writings

[the-voltage-diaries]

“It’s 12:01 AM. You forgot my birthday again, didn’t you? I hate you.” “Open the door.” - Taki Kozaki

For @kageseirelle​

HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYYY!! I hope this is okay, haha.

2 more minutes. 

2 more minutes until the clock strikes 12 and its officially my birthday.

Just 2 more goddamn minutes and Taki still isn’t here.

“Why in the hecks is your mobile unreachable?!” I let out a frustrated sigh when the call goes straight to Taki’s voice mail for the nth time.

It seems as if he has completely forgotten that my birthday still exists. And that thought hurts, kind of.

“Who thought my own best friend would ditch me on my own bloody birthday,” I murmur, swiping through my friends’ Instagram stories, trying to smile at every single one counting down to my birthday.

I dropped all the possible hints a human could to hint at an important date. I even asked him ‘What are you doing tomorrow? Will you be early today?’ earlier.

His response? I’ll be late. Work’s been keeping me occupied.

How in the world does someone forget the day their best friend was born?

Wait. What if he is planning a giant surprise?

The thought manages to put me in a better mood almost immediately, and I sit up straight, trying to look as if I wasn’t aware or prepared for anything.

“Just one more minute to go…” I look at the watch on my wrist excitedly, waiting for the hands of the clock to meet already.

Just as the clock hits 12, I suck in an excited breath, waiting for him to burst in through the door and wish me a happy birthday, while also apologising for his cell phone being unreachable.

But none of that happens.

Instead, my phone starts buzzing with messages from my parents, my friends and even the other Pandora guys, but not a single one from Taki.

I sigh in defeat, rolling my eyes at my own childishness.

I get up from the couch and walk towards the kitchen. Opening the door of the refrigerator, I take out the chocolate cake I made for myself today. Or, should I call it ‘yesterday’ now?

I place the cake topped with whipped cream, chocolate syrup and choco-chips on the table, and take out a knife to cut a small piece for myself.

I look at my mobile one more time, only to end up being slightly disappointed when I see no messages or calls from a certain someone.

He must be very busy. Or else, he would never forget my birthday.

I suppose my mind thought that I spoke too soon.

Wait, didn’t he forget my birthday just last year? What if he has forgotten again?

Last year, when the clock struck 12, he was on a conference call with one of his international business partners, and had completely forgotten about my birthday.

To say I was upset would be kind of an understatement. But five minutes later he had managed to convince me to forgive him and had given me the most beautiful birthday ever.

I shake my head, trying to get rid of the baseless claims my mind was trying to feed me.

“Happy birthday to me, I suppose,” I mutter to myself, bringing down the knife to cut the cake.

Just as the knife is about to touch the surface of the confection, my phone starts buzzing.

“Oh my god, what now,” I let out an exasperated sigh, looking at my mobile. The name I see on the screen makes me freeze for a second.

Nonetheless, I pick up the device, pressing the icon to receive the call.

“Taki?”

“Happy birthday, Ayumi!”

My eyes turn to the clock. As much as I try to control it, a little bit of my annoyance makes its way to my voice when I mutter a frustrated, “It’s 12:01 AM. You forgot my birthday again, didn’t you? I hate you.”

“Open the door.”

That’s all he says before he hangs up.

I look around for a second, letting his words sink in before I walk towards the front door, mentally preparing myself to not let his sweet words work their magic on me.

“Taki you’re not getting out of this so easi-”

“Happy birthday, Ayumi.”

The sight that beholds me is one which leaves me speechless.

Thousands of floating lanterns fill the sky as a soft instrumental of ‘Happy Birthday to You’ starts playing from somewhere. Sydney saunters in, carrying a large, possibly the world’s messiest but the biggest and best strawberry cake ever.

Balloons cover my vision, and from them hang pictures of Taki and I. Pictures of us laughing, fighting, being two huge goofballs, and so much more.

‘I’m sorry I got a little late with this,” Taki mutters, looking down as his hand goes behind his neck to scratch at a spot there in embarrassment.

“You little-” I start to say but then pause, tears filling my eyes and emotions forming a lump in my throat.

How can I possibly be angry at him after all this?

I cover my mouth with my hand, trying to take all of it in.

“Hey,” Taki turns me toward him, “you’re crying. Is everything okay?”

I touch my cheeks only to feel my fingers get wet. I am crying.

“Don’t cry, Ayumi,” he tries to comfort me, “I’m so sorry I didn’t wish you on time, I promise I’ll not upset you-”

“These are happy tears, dumbass.”

“I know and I’m sorr- wait. Really?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

“So… I’m forgiven?”

“Hmm,” I say, pretending to think. “I suppose I’ll let you off the hook this time.”

He laughs at that, pulling me in by the arm.

Taki wraps his arms around my shoulders, enveloping me in a warm hug

“A very happy birthday, Ayumi.”

“We should do a toast to that.”

“I have a better toast.”

“Yeah? Bring it on.”

He pulls back, looking into my eyes, “To many more.”

“To many more indeed,” I whisper.

#taki #taki kozaki #kop taki #Kings of paradise taki #taki kozaki love #fluff #birthday #headcanon #fanfic #kop #kings of paradise #kop fanfic #kop birthday fanfic #kop taki fanfic #kop taki canon #my little crumbcake~

[softyhyunjin]

first ⌲ bang chan

Description: You always come first.

⇥ genre: bestfriend au, college au, love triangle, angst, fluff                       

⇥ pairing: chan x reader                                                                              

⇥ word count: 9.7k

a/n: @changbeanie  are you happy now lmao

i. 

“Hey, remember how we met in English?”

The campus was semi lifeless and you were both late to class. It was a bad idea to get ice cream during the passing period because Thursday was the busiest day of the week for the both of you. You had just came out from your chemistry lecture while Minho had just finished his contemporary dance lecture. You met him at the usual spot: the ice cream truck by the bell tower in the middle of campus.

Knowing Minho, he would want to get ice cream right after he got out of dance, and make you wait in line with him. You guess it wasn’t too bad since you wanted some too…

“How can I take the time to remember how we met when we’re late for class? You could’ve waited to get ice cream after we finish math,” you stressed, taking another bite of your vanilla ice cream.

“Says the one who’s almost done with their ice cream,” Minho chuckled, nodding over to your ugly bitten waffle cone.

Actually, you could recall your first encounter with Minho. You remembered bumping into him on the first day of class last year, but it was his fault for not paying attention. Minho had his schedule in one hand and the campus map in the other. You were prepared for your classes because you took a look around campus a couple days prior to when the term began. Minho just liked to do things very last minute.

Minho happily licked the creamy pink swirl in his sugar cone, taking his sweet time to indulge the milky strawberry flavor. He chose to prioritize food over changing into clean clothes. His outfit wasn’t bad. It was just a black t-shirt along with a pair of black sweatpants, but there was no point in carrying a duffle bag filled with clean clothes if he wasn’t going to change into them.

You noticed how the beads of sweat on the sides of his face were slowly making its way down to his jawline. Your attention was suddenly on his neck. When Minho spoke, you watched how his adam’s apple would bob up and down. How insanely attractive, and he’s a dance major, you thought, eyes widening once you realized what had just happened.

Those kinds of thoughts never came to your mind, and they shouldn’t at all.

“Something on my face?” He questioned, pointing at himself. Bothered with what had just happened, you pulled out the napkin you were saving in your pocket for later but gave it to Minho instead.

“Just wipe your stupid face.”

ii. 

“Have you ever tried fried chicken with vegemite?”

“Just because I’m Australian doesn’t mean I put vegemite on everything, Y/N,” Chan stretched from his seat, “I think it’s time for a study break.”

“Can you-“

“Yes, I’m going to order chicken in a minute. Just let me grab my phone and we can have it with Sprite, okay?” He chuckled at your eagerness.

Your brain was fried from all that studying. Chemistry is no joke. The midterm was coming up, and you couldn’t take the chance of putting off your academics till last minute. When you were feeling lazy, you realized how lucky you were to be stuck with Chan for another four years so that he could push you to do work. Also, he’s always hard working and on top of his shit. That means you could always go to him when you needed help, and he could never refuse when it came to you.

“Okay,” he said after getting off his phone, “They said it would take up to forty minutes, and I ordered extra radish cubes too.”

Bringing your palms to your cheeks, you pressed them and stared at Chan with so much adoration in your eyes. “Thank you, Chan,” you whispered.

Grimacing, he said with disgust written all over his face, “Don’t do that, it’s gross.”

You scowled at your best friend. When your stomach growled loudly, Chan laughed at how pitiful you looked. “Chan, what do we do for forty more minutes?” You pouted.

“What else, Y/N? Study, duh.”

You pretended to not hear that, asking again, “Huh? What should we do for forty more minutes?”

Chan placed his hands on his hips and gave you a hard eye roll. Then, he waddled into the kitchen and came back with a miniature sized jar known to be the most despicable spread on earth. “Why don’t you spread some vegemite on toast and just eat it?”

You crossed your arms, refusing to look at him and the jar of vegemite, “You’re disgusting, get that away from me!”

“You’ve never even tried it. Stop basing its taste off of shitty reviews from Youtubers. Aren’t you bored?”

“Yes.”

A light bulb lit in Chan’s head. He snickered at the creative idea he came up with, “I’ll put the spread on different foods in my fridge and pantry. Then, you guess what I combined the vegemite with. How’s that?”

That was actually not a bad idea. It’s either studying until the chicken comes or fool around, and you really did not want to look at chemical equations anymore.

“Fine, but don’t go easy on me,” you grinned.

“Don’t count on it.”

For the next half hour, you both took turns blindfolding each other. You regret going too easy on him with the combination of chocolate and vegemite, apples with vegemite, and kimchi with vegemite. On the other hand, Chan had no mercy when it came to feeding you his disturbing concoctions. He was having the time of his life when he combined the spread with a slab of American cheese, a dried anchovy, and a banana.

They weren’t even paired separately, he combined them all at once.

“You’re lucky I didn’t get sick from your disgusting combinations,” you said angrily with a mouthful of chicken.

“If you didn’t feel well, I could’ve had this all to myself,” he waved a piece of chicken that was shaped like a fat boot.

“Hey, can you do me a solid?”

Taking a huge gulp from the Sprite bottle, Chan cocked an eyebrow. “What is it this time?”

“Can you help my friend and I study? We’re a little rusty with calculus, but I promise you that it won’t be as tiring as it is with chemistry.”

“Do I get paid?”

“I’ll get you a whole fried chicken, all yours Chan. How’s that?” You know for a fact that he could not say no. A whole fried chicken was on the line and free of charge. An addict like him would do anything for chicken, even if it meant suffering for a couple hours with you. Licking off the grease and crumbs on the edges of his lips, Chan hummed. You knew he caved in the moment you mentioned something free.

“You really know how to do business. Throw in some radish cubes and it’s a deal,” Chan raised his hand to shake, but you swatted it away because it was oily and covered in crumbs.

“Deal.”

iii.

“I thought I was going to get some hot chick’s digits by the end of this study session, but I guess not.”

Snorting over Chan’s disappointment, you propped your chin on the table with your palm. Today was different. It was different because Minho joined the study session. Minho was waiting in line to order while you and Chan were gossiping in the corner booth of the coffee shop. People would assume the place would be packed at this time since it was only a ten-minute walk from campus, but it was surprisingly not. “Did you really think I would introduce you to a girl?”

“Why not? You’re passing chemistry because of me,” he shrugged, rummaging his backpack for his agenda and laptop to take a look at his due dates for the week.

“No. I’m passing because I’m staying focused and working hard.”

“Yeah, due to the study sessions you insist on having with me. Y/N, just admit it. Your success will be credited to me,” Chan smugly boasted. Taking a look around the coffee shop, your eyes were drawn to the hipster neon sign behind Minho.

You giggled at Chan while reading the neon purple font, ‘wake up and smell the coffee’. Turning around as if on cue, Minho made eye contact with you, raising his brows, then, playfully sticking his tongue out before turning back to move forward in line. That definitely caught you off guard. Even Chan noticed when he saw your smile falter after looking away from Minho’s backside.

Minho’s small, playful gesture made you feel uncontrollably giddy. When he came back to the booth, you had trouble maintaining eye contact when he asked you a question. Recently, it was more difficult to converse with him than usual since you were bothered by the thought of him being more attractive. As cheesy as it sounds, your heart was pounding against your chest, and it felt more powerful than usual.

When Chan said something that seemed amusing to Minho, Minho would lightly chuckle and glance at you from the corner of his eye. As you thought about it more and more, you’ve come to a realization that Minho was definitely cuter than before. When he gently shook your wrist to ask a question, a fluttery feeling sprouted in your stomach. It was hard to concentrate on your work because his smile was distracting.

There were several moments where Chan caught you staring at Minho. You were more quiet than usual and he knew something was up. Chan recognized your symptoms, and you were starting to as well. While you were in denial, Minho excused himself to use the restroom, leaving you with a fully aware Chan sitting across from you. Before you could admit to what you were thinking of, Chan had already beat you to it.

“Someone’s developing a crush,” he teased softly while surfing the web.

iv.

Several weeks have passed since Minho’s joined your study group. Surprisingly, Chan and Minho got along with each other just fine. In the beginning, you were actually a little worried since it took some time for Minho to get comfortable with you back then. Luckily, those two shared common interests in video games and dance.

“Let’s call it a night. I think we’ve studied enough,” Chan yawned, closing his laptop afterward. He’s developed some dark circles from staying up all night over these past couple of days. Thanks to him, you and Minho are fully prepared and ready to take the math final.

Blinking slowly, Chan decided to cross his arms on the table, using it to cushion his head. You packed your laptop and notebooks, stretching when you got off the chair. You nudged his elbow, “Chan, go brush your teeth and wash your face. You can sleep on your bed after.” Chan mumbled something incoherent before getting up to use the washroom. You and Minho said goodbye, and you reminded Chan to lock the door.

It was almost 4 am, and you still had to walk back to your apartment. Thank god Minho lived a block away from you or else you would have to walk back by yourself. It was tempting to sleep over at Chan’s, but you didn’t want Minho to feel left out since he wasn’t as close to Chan like how you were. You didn’t mind walking back with Minho either. It just meant you had fifteen minutes with him all to yourself.

Even though it was extremely cold outside, you both walked slowly. Minho and you were both wearing black windbreakers over hoodies. He cupped his hands, blowing warm air into them and rubbing intensely to heat his cold fingers. Then, Minho used the hood from his gray Thrasher hoodie from underneath the windbreaker to cover his head. You silently watched, amusing yourself by breathing out a small cloud in the cold air.

“Can I ask you a question?” Minho suddenly asked.

You chuckled, giving him a look, “You’re asking one right now, aren’t you?”

He shook his head lightly, chuckling at your smartass response. “Yeah, and I’m going to ask another one.”

“Hit me,” you raised your eyebrows.

Minho cleared his throat and shoved his hands in his pockets. “Do you like anyone?”

Your stomach dropped because you didn’t know how to respond. Yes, you did like someone. Were you willing to tell him though? No, because he was the person you liked. “No, does it seem like I do?” You cooly responded.

Minho rolled his eyes, “If you didn’t, do you think I would’ve even asked?”

“Yeah, because you’re nosy!” You joked.

“Are you sure you don’t?” He asked again.

“Who do you think I like then?”

Minho shrugged with puppy eyes, “Dunno, maybe you like Chan?”

You laughed at the mention of Chan. No way, you could never. You didn’t see him in that way, and you don’t think you could ever. Although you and Chan were very close, you never saw him romantically. “No, never. He’s only a friend, always.”

“Hmmmmm, that’s what they always say.” Minho teased, leaning in to show you his wiggling eyebrows.

You nervously gulped at the unfamiliar close proximity with Minho. As you leaned away, he leaned in further to mess with you. Losing your balance, your left foot slipped on the wet pavement, causing you to grab a hold of Minho’s arm. You yelped, grabbing onto him tightly. His hand caught the small of your back, and you were suffering. You were lucky that he was unaware of your crush on him.

Minho broke into a grin, helping you get back on your feet, “I’ve cracked the Da Vinci code haven’t I?”

“I don’t like him,” you said. Flustered with what had just happened, you walked ahead, leaving a laughing Minho behind you. Just a block away from your apartment, and that was it.

“I swear I won’t tell him, Y/N!” He yelled at you. You picked up your pace, leaving him behind even more.

“DON’T EVEN BOTHER.”

v.

“Why do you keep smiling creepily on your phone? Are you dealing with the Black Market or something?” Chan looked from the television screen with a confused expression.

“Mhmmm,” you brushed him off, finishing your text to press send.

He rolled his eyes, “She’s not even listening.”

You immediately got up from the couch while keeping your eyes on the screen of your phone. Chan stared at you with wide eyes. Something was odd and you were starting to scare him. “You’re not meeting with a client, right?” He asked.

“I have to go home and get ready. Chan! He asked if I wanted to get food with him,” you paced back and forth between the couch and coffee table.

“Ahhh, I get it now. She sold herself in the Black Market. Who would want to buy that?” Chan shivered at the image of you providing escort services. He was only joking though, he wanted to see how long it took you to actually start listening to him.

“You’re so annoying, I did not sell myself on the Black Market. I’m selling you,” you whacked Chan with the nearest pillow you could grab. “But… I need to go home and get ready because I’m going out soon.”

Chan flinched and grabbed the pillow from you, “Are you out of your mind? It’s Christmas Eve right now, there’s nothing opened at this time. It’s 10.”

“I’m sure at least one place is still opened around this time. Now, take me home, please. I need to get ready,” you were quick on your feet, approaching the door in a second.

Sluggishly removing himself from the couch and trudging past the counter to grab the car keys, Chan groaned as he passed by you. While slipping his sneakers on, he complained, “It’s Christmas Eve, Y/N. I just wanted to stay in and watch Christmas movies.”

“You didn’t even have any in mind,” you rolled your eyes, following him shortly after putting on your shoes.

You both walked in the hallway, and the sound of his keys jingled as he spun them around his finger. He turned back and said, “I had A Christmas Story in mind.”

“Boring, I’ll pass.”

Chan shook his head and pressed the button for the elevator once you two reached the end of the hall. He yawned while hitting the parking lot button with his index finger. When you arrived at the parking lot, Chan aimed his keys at the white 2015 Mercedes Benz SL550 at the corner of the parking lot garage. After hearing the car beep, you rushed to the car and hopped in the passenger seat.

During the drive, you bumped up the Christmas playlist Chan made on his Spotify account. As you jammed out on Mariah Carey’s All I Want For Christmas Is You, he interrupted you. “Who are you going out with so late?” He asked.

You turned down the volume and sheepishly smiled at him, “Mmmmmm… Minho?”

“Ohhhh boy,” he rolled his eyes, “So how's this crush going? Do you like him a lot?”

You thought about it for a moment before telling Chan your honest feelings. “At first, I didn’t want to like him, and I was in complete denial. But eventually, I guess I finally accepted it. The more I spend time with him, the more I grow to like him even more. I feel comfortable around him,” you blushed, feeling embarrassed to tell Chan these kinds of things.

“I guess,” Chan shrugged and then put on a salty face to scold you, “Don’t stay out too late, and Merry Early Christmas since you wanted to be with Lee Minho instead!”

He pulled over to the sidewalk in front of your apartment. You shook his arm roughly, laughing at him for being such a child. “Merry Early Christmas Chan! I’ll see you around.”

“See you around Y/N.”

vi.

“Ugh, there’s nothing opened at this time. Not even McDonalds is open,” you pouted as Minho drove away from the fast food restaurant, staring at it more longingly than you’ve ever done in your whole life.

“Hey,” he teased, “You’re the hungry one, not me. You were the one who insisted that we go out at this time.”

You sighed in defeat. He wasn’t wrong though, you were the one to suggest going out at this time. As your mind wandered to the idea of binge eating hot tteokbokki and kimbap, your mouth was slowly watering. Frowning over your disappointment, you mumbled, “Tch, you offered.”

“You’re lucky I did some grocery shopping yesterday. Do you want to come over to my place?” Minho asked.

You glanced at him from the corner of your eye. It wasn’t like it was your first time coming over, you’ve been there countless times. But the thought of spending Christmas Eve with him had this romantic mood to it. Honestly, it was just you overthinking the scenario and you needed to stop yourself. You were fully aware of how much you had just over thought this situation and toned it down by 99 percent.

“Okay.”

Luckily, the drive back to Minho’s place didn’t take too long. As you punched in the digits, 1004, you slightly cringed at your friend. You’d understand if his passcode was his birthday: 1025, but 1004? Angel my ass, you thought. His features were blessed to look like an angel’s, but he sure did not act like one.

You walked in before he did and took off your shoes. The first thing that came to your mind was finding yourself something to eat, and if you couldn’t, no problem. You would make Minho cook you something up.

“Oh, hey! I have some instant tteokbokki. Want me to make that for you and add cheese and sausage with it?” Minho held up a frozen pack of rice cakes after fishing in his freezer.

Your mouth went agape and you nodded excitedly. Minho chuckled at your reaction, thinking it was pretty cute for a moment. Then, he began to take out the other ingredients as you stood there looking at the nutrition facts on the back of the package. “It’s worth two servings, are you going to eat it with me?”

“If I don’t, then something is obviously wrong with me,” he cocked an eyebrow.

Minho just loves food. Nothing could ever get between him and his love for food. Throughout this semester, it was pretty much a routine to treat yourselves out by the end of the week. Most of the time, Minho was the one suggesting new places to try out while you almost always greed since you weren’t much of a picky eater. His favorite foods consist of jjamppong, tteokbokki, and buldak. Literally, anything spicy was his go-to option.

Your face scrunched in a teasing manner, “Who knows? Maybe you don’t want to get fat.”

Minho turned around with wide eyes and scoffed, “Who am I making food for at 11 again, and you’re calling me fat? Y/N, me? Fat? Have you seen this face? Maybe you’re the fat one.”

You grabbed the roll of paper towels on the counter, pretending to threaten to hit him with it if anything else came out of his mouth. Minho flinch and pretended to be very scared at your sudden change of movement. You lightly tapped the roll on his head and he grabbed your wrist to secure you from bopping his head with it again. When he took the paper towel roll from your hand with his free one, he placed it back on the counter.

Minho grabbed your other wrist, pulling you in closer to him. “Now you’re threatening me in my household? You have some guts, Y/N,” he teased, raising an eyebrow as you blinked at him like a fool.

Your flustered self would’ve been done for if you two were any closer to each other, but your stomach saved the day by loudly growling out loud. Minho broke eye contact by looking at your stomach. He let go of your wrists, letting them drop to your sides and laughed.

“Alright, let’s make some tteokbokki.”

Cooking with Minho was probably one of the most annoying things you have ever done with this man. He was so picky when it came to preparing foods, especially if directions were written on the package. You have to follow everything it says, or else it wouldn’t taste good.

“Finally! We can eat,” you peeked over to Minho for a thumbs up.

He shook his head, “Nuh uh, not yet. I need to add the garnishes.” Grabbing the small shaker on the kitchen table, he sprinkled some roasted sesame seeds on top of the tteokbokki. “Okay, now we can eat,” he chuckled.

You didn’t know what it was, but instant tteokbokki somehow tasted better than before. As you kept struggling to pick up the rice cakes with chopsticks, the corners of Minho’s lips quirked upward. It was hard to notice since they were covered in sauce. Minho easily stabbed a rice cake, bringing it up to your mouth. “Maybe you need training chopsticks, Y/N,” he cooed, mouthing at you to open your mouth wide.

You glared at Minho but leaned in for the rice cake since it was already in front of you. You slowly chewed at the glutinous rice cake covered in that the thick, spicy sauce Minho loved. Your eyes watered at the spice level, but Minho was totally fine. “I have strawberry milk in the fridge,” he nodded towards the fridge.

“I’ll drink it once we finish, can’t be a pussy now, can I?” You huffed.

“Certainly not, oh! Five more minutes till Christmas,” Minho said while scrolling through his phone. When you peeked over, he was on Snapchat and responding to his streaks.

“What’s Jisung doing?” You asked about his best friend.

“Making cookies with his girlfriend. I told him to add walnuts in there.”

“Isn’t he allergic to walnuts?”

“Mhmmm,” Minho nodded.

Minho received another notification from Jisung on Snapchat. When he pressed on the red square icon, it was a picture of Jisung flipping him off, saying ‘hope you fucking eat ass once you give Y/N her gift’. Minho sighed, remembering to slap the shit out of Jisung the next time he ran into him in the cafeteria. You looked at Minho, blinking in shock. “What the hell did you get me?”

“Nothing,” he laughed nervously, but you weren’t buying it at all, “Okay, fine. Wait here.”

Minho came back with a small, gold gift bag that was filled to the brim with tissue paper. Placing it on the table, he slowly slid the present to you, nervously anticipating your reaction. The bag was no larger than a bag of regular sized chips and was very lightweight. You removed the tissue paper, enjoying the crisp ruffling sounds it made. When you reached into the bag, you felt something hard and roughly textured with bumps. Once you pulled out the mystery gift from the bag, you were ready to use it to smack this man in the face.

“Thanks for the rubber drumstick dog toy, I’ll be sure to put it to good use,” you said, pretending to inspect the chew toy by holding it near your face.

Minho smirked and chuckled at your reaction. He just loved to mess with you, and he did the trick by buying a plastic dog toy from the dollar store. Minho knew you were going to throw it at him soon, so he reached into his pockets.

Bringing out a small, flat square box, Minho slid your actual present onto the table this time. The white gift box tied sealed with red ribbons didn’t really make you hope for much. If it was a shock toy, you wouldn’t be surprised.

As you slowly undone the tiny ribbon star, Minho impatiently drummed his fingers against the table. “You’re so slow,” he mocked.

“Let me be,” you huffed, “Besides, it’s going to be another gag gift anyways.”

“That’s what you think,” he mumbled.

When you finally removed the lid, Minho couldn’t help but smile when you gasped at the gift. It was a simple necklace with a thin silver chain and small, aquamarine gemstone pendant. To think he was even capable of thinking of getting you something like that was truly shocking. “Wow,” you said, startled.

“Do you like it?” Minho subtly rubbed the side of his neck. Although he was satisfied with your reaction, he was worried that you might reject his gift. He had trouble finding a gift for you, but he stumbled across this necklace. There was a meaning behind the necklace, but Minho wouldn’t bring it up unless you did. It was too cheesy for him, but it seemed to fit you, and he just stuck with it.

“Y-yeah, I do,” you stuttered.

When the clock struck 12, it was finally Christmas. Several fireworks went off and both of your phones were buzzing with notifications from friends and family. Minho sighed in relief when you said you liked the necklace. When he was going to reach for the necklace, you beat him to it and easily put it on yourself without the help of a mirror or him. Great, because it would be weird if he was the one who put it on you.

The little gemstone drop represented the little things in life. Little things included studying together, going to the movies, staying up late to Skype each other, having drinking contests at parties, and pigging out after a long week are the memories that always made him smile when he thought of you. To Minho, little moments like this mattered to him the most.

“Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

vii.

“Chan, I left my wallet at home,” you whined.

Chan shrugged, laughing at your bad luck, “Guess you’re not eating today.”

“No! Buy me food, I’ll buy you chicken tonight.”

“A whole chicken?”

“A whole chicken is expensive, so no.”

“Sorry, I guess I don’t have enough for you,” he scratched the back of his head.

You slapped his shoulder and Chan hissed at the annoying pain. While Chan rubbed his shoulder, you began to accidentally eavesdrop when you recognized a familiar voice, two familiar voices actually.

“Hey, is that her?” One said.

“Yeah,” Minho said.

You turned around and spotted Minho walking towards you with Jisung beside him. When you made eye contact with him, he waved to you and picked up his pace. “Hey.”

“Hey,” you blushed.

Chan frowned at your unusual feminine side and began to cough obnoxiously, “Oof, I think I’m getting sick Y/N.”

You ignored Chan and continued your little conversation with Minho and Jisung. Jisung recently lost a bet with Minho so he had to treat Minho out for the whole day. Knowing the ridiculous amount Minho can eat in one sitting, Jisung’s wallet would be nearly empty by the end of the day. Poor kid, this is why you never make bets with Minho.

“Y/N, we’re next,” Chan interrupted the conversation. You said goodbye and went to order your meal with Chan.

“See you later.”

Chan ordered a burger combo whereas you ordered a chicken sandwich combo. Once you two found a spot to sit, he remembered to grill you into buying him a whole fried chicken for tonight. Normally you would say no and tell him to suck it up, but you were distracted this time. You kept glancing over to Minho unaware that you agreed with Chan. Your body was physically present with your best friend, but your mind was not.

Minho sat on the other side of the cafeteria, facing you. When Jisung said something hilarious, Minho’s eyes morphed into crescents, bringing out his cute eye smile. From time to time, Minho would make eye contact with you, pretending to taunt you by nodding his head and mouthing ‘wanna fight’. Jisung would stop midway into his conversation with Minho and turn around to see the culprit distracting his friend, you.

“Your crush on Minho is so obvious,” Chan rolled his eyes.

“Don’t say his name out loud, we’re in public.”

“Y/N, he’s all the way across the cafeteria. You’re overthinking it,” he rolled his eyes again.

“It’s not obvious. You just think it is because you know,” you glared at him.

“No, it’s because you never act that way around me or anyone else. That’s how I know it’s obvious,” Chan said, getting a little annoyed.

“How would you know?”

“Because I just do, it’s not hard Y/N.”

viii.

“I’m so full! Thanks for the meal,” Chan burped.

You whacked the back of his head but linked your arm with his shortly after. Chan was unfazed by your sudden skinship because you always did this during the coldest days of the winter. He usually complains and shakes your arm off, but this time he didn’t.

“You’re eating my wallet, you fatass,” you stuck your tongue out to tease him.

“What’s the point of saving money when its purpose is solely used for spending?” Chan wisely said.

“Spending money on you is the worst. You literally eat my wallet like a garbage shoot.”

Chan chuckled at your insult and offered to buy you a hot chocolate. You were unable to refuse his offer because he was actually paying for once. You excitedly jumped up and down while holding his arm, causing Chan to be shaken back and forth repeatedly. “If you don’t stop that, the offer will cease to exist,” he blinked hard after feeling a little dizzy from your rough movements.

“Okay. Let’s go to Cha Cha Cafe, I really like their peppermint hot cocoa.”

In order to get to Cha Cha Cafe, you had to walk one more block further and cross on your left. Chan was ranting to you about his lab partner and how she pretty much screwed him over the other day. When he spoke, the fog breathed out looked like dragon’s breath. Oh my god, he was so angry.

“Why don’t you tell your TA?” You suggested.

“You know what? Maybe I just might do that.”

When you spotted the cafe, you groaned at the line inside. Luckily, it wasn’t too packed inside. You quickly crossed the street, dragging Chan like a raggedy doll, and walked into the cafe. Once you stepped foot inside, the aroma of roasted coffee beans went into your nostrils. It smelled really good and the thought of hot cocoa on a cold Saturday night made you excited.

“Hey, isn’t that Minho?” Chan pointed to the corner of the room.

You followed the direction of his finger and spotted Minho talking to an unfamiliar person. “Yeah?”

Minho briefly made eye contact with you and looked away. Usually, he would come over to say hi, but he didn’t. You were curious and snapped out of it when Chan tugged on your sleeve. It was your guys’ turn to order. After Chan paid, you both waited by the pickup counter since all the seats were filled.

“Who’s he with?” Chan asked, peeking at the person sitting across from Minho. You were confused and became more nosy the longer you stared.

When you looked over, a girl with a chocolate brown shoulder-length bob giggled at something Minho said. She wore a red chiffon long sleeve blouse and dark see-through leggings under her black shorts. It’s freezing around this time of the year, wow, just wow. As your eyes trailed down her legs, you eyed the black patent leather ankle boots that must have costed a fortune.

You looked at your own wardrobe choice, suddenly feeling self-conscious at your denim jacket, distressed jeans, and worn out Vans. You never dress up.

“Order 165!”

You unlink your arm from Chan’s and grabbed your peppermint cocoa. Chan looked up to see if there were any free spots, but still no luck. When you two were about to walk away, Minho called you over. “Y/N!”

You saw him walking towards you with the unfamiliar girl. Eyeing at you from head to toe, she tried to subtly link arms with Minho but obviously failed when both you and Chan glanced at her at the same time. “Hey,” you said slowly.

“We were just about to leave, you can take our seats,” Minho offered.

You looked at the stranger beside him and reached a hand out to her, “Hi, I’m Minho’s friend, Y/N. And that’s Chan.”

She glanced at Minho before going in the handshake, finally introducing herself which satiated the bubbling curiosity in your system, “Yeri, nice to meet you.”

“How do you know Minho?” Chan asked, beating you to it. You were glad though, you didn’t want to ask, it seemed too much out of your way to do so. Minho sighed, a little embarrassed but laughed at the question. He was finally caught red-handed by you and he couldn’t lie. He unlinked Yeri’s arm from his and entwined his fingers with hers.

Giving her a soft smile before he looked over to you, he said, “She’s actually my girlfriend.”

The way she tightly held his hand and intensely eyed for your reaction seemed like she was taunting you.

What the fuck.

Chan was fully aware of your feelings towards Minho so the atmosphere was suddenly uncomfortable for himself and you. You were speechless and tried your best to keep a poker face. “Since when?” You asked. “I mean, congrats. But since when? You never told me.”

“Mmmm,” Minho looked at the ceiling, thinking to when Yeri became his girlfriend.

“Two weeks ago,” Yeri laughed. Minho’s eyes widened as he nodded at her.

“That’s right,” he agreed, “Long story, but it’s getting late. I have to get Yeri home, but we should meet up later this week.”

“Okay.”

“I’ll see you guys around then?” He waved, “Have fun on your date!”

“Nice meeting you guys!” Yeri said.

You watched as they left, feeling more frustrated when you replayed the whole scene in your head over and over again. Once you felt the tingling sensation from your nose, you closed your eyes to try fighting back tears from forming in your eyes. Chan noticed and led you away from the cafe.

There was a park nearby and it was completely empty at this time of the night. You walked to the swings and seated yourself on one and Chan sat on the other. You gently kicked the sand and stared at it as it fell into a small pile in front of you. You didn’t care if your shoes were ruined with sand all over them. You didn’t care if they seeped into the holes and cracks of your sneakers.

Tightly gripping onto the swing’s chain, you felt a hot tear roll down your cheek. Soon, you were sniffling. Chan stayed quiet and watched the whole time. He sighed in frustration, still bothered by the situation just as much as you were.

The ringtone notification went off. After buzzing in your pocket multiple times, you patted your denim jacket, removing your phone from one of your inside pockets. Quickly wiping away your fresh tears, you saw a couple notifications from Minho.

What was supposed to come out as a sigh came out as a whimper from you. Chan abandoned his swing and came over. He grabbed your phone, quickly skimming through Minho’s texts and then put it in his pockets. His arms wrapped around you, and he rubbed your back to soothe your heartbroken state.

Minho: sorry if telling you to have fun on your date with chan made you both feel uncomfortable

Minho: yeri gets super jealous easily

Minho: if she knew you were single, she’d suspect that you like me or something

Minho: LMFAOOOO that’s funny and I always talk about you to her

Minho: but I know you’re mad because I didn’t tell you right away but I’ll make it up to you with whatever you want to eat and tell you everything from the start

Minho: okay?? Pls don’t be too mad Y/N ): I’m sorry

Nothing made sense to you anymore. You really had your hopes up for Minho. To think that you were the only girl he was close to was absolutely your the biggest downfall when it came to liking him.

“Y/N,” he sighed, “Just let it out, it’s okay.”

You cried and leaned in to hug his torso. When Chan felt your tight grip on his jacket, he hugged you closer with one hand on your back and the other behind your head. Chan began to caress your hair to try calming you. Once he gained enough confidence, he gently placed his chin on top of your head. By the time you started sobbing, the center of Chan’s white shirt was wet, covered in your hot tears and fresh snot.

“It’s okay,” he said softly.

An unusual feeling began to stir inside of Chan. It’s happened before. There’s no denying that, but it always went away. This time, it really hit a home run. As you cried, burying your face deeper into his stomach, Chan felt his heart aching yet uncontrollably pounding against his chest.

ix.

Minho: what’s up?

Minho: Y/N

Y/N: What?

Minho: you’re being off

Y/N: Wdym

Minho: you’re ignoring me

You paused and stared at your phone’s screen. It wasn’t like you were fully avoiding him. Even though you didn’t have any classes with him this time, you still met up at your usual spot when he asked. Maybe he noticed when you kept rejecting his offer to hang out.

You weren’t lying, you were actually busy. Well, you were finding ways to busy yourself.

Y/N: No I’m not

Minho: let’s hang out on saturday then

Minho: sound good?

Y/N: I have to help Chan go grocery shopping

Y/N: sorry

Minho: i know you’re lying y/n, i literally ran into him at the market the other day

Minho: tell me why you’re being like this

Minho: is this about not telling you about yeri first?

Minho: i told you i was sorry many times but i still need to make it up to you and tell you everything

Y/N: It’s not that Minho

Minho: then what is it???

You sucked in a deep breath, burying your face into your pillow before screaming into it. Out of all the people you had to develop feelings for, it just had to be him, but you needed to get over him.

The last time you cried about Minho was the other day. You planned to meet Chan in the cafeteria and bumped into Minho and Yeri. They both passed by and Minho made brief eye contact with you. You walked slower, expecting him to do the same and say hi, but he didn’t. He acted as if he never saw you, walking away hand in hand with his girlfriend.

That night, you were forced to stay at Chan’s. He didn’t want you to stay at your place because he knew you would cry in bed. You’re really lucky to have him around though. Chan kept you occupied with whatever he could think of and persisted when you said you weren’t feeling like doing anything.

You were too tired to cry now.

Minho: y/n

Y/N: I’m not acting like that because I want to, Minho. It’s just hard to be around you lately

Y/N: I don’t hate you and I’m certainly not mad at you. I’m just upset and sad

Minho: is this because of yeri? that’s why i wanted to hang out with you and explain everything

Minho: i’ve apologized countless times, what more do i have to do?  i really do mean it

Y/N: I like you and I found out you were dating someone out of the blue

Y/N: That’s why I find it so hard to be around you lately

Y/N: I don’t want it to get in the way of our friendship, so I’m putting these feelings aside and going to forget about them. I’ll get over it, so please give me some time. I’ll be fine by next week

*incoming call*

You swiped the call button to answer Minho’s call.

“I’m so sorry Y/N, I-I wasn’t thinking straight enough,” he stuttered on the other line.

“It’s okay, you didn’t know,” you said feeling a slight ache in your chest.

“I had no idea… I literally had no idea, I’m so sorry. I’m so-” Minho whispered dejectedly, but you cut him off before he could apologize again.

“Don’t Minho, I’ll get over it soon.”

After that night, your relationship with Minho was never the same.

You began to distance yourself in the span of a couple of weeks. At first, it was difficult. You didn’t want to make it obvious and hurt Minho’s feelings. It’s something you had to do in order to help resolve your feelings. You believed it would benefit you while you were getting over him.

In the beginning, it seemed out of place to not have him around anymore, but it worked out in the end. Minho was more occupied with Yeri nowadays and seemed to have forgotten about you. Instead of spending your Friday nights with Minho, you treated it like a resting day, spending the day to focus on your wellbeing and beauty routine. Lately, you were with Chan most of the time.

“Stop it! It tickles!”

Chan laughed as you struggled to get out of his choke hold. He knows your neck is sensitive, so it was funnier to him. Although he was less rough on you today, you still wanted to knee him in the groin for being so annoying.

“No,” he cackled at your misery once again.

“I’ll smash and throw away that useless keyboard in your room,” you threatened.

Chan let go and frowned, “It’s not useless, I actually use it to make songs during my free time.”

“Do you even have any songs for me to listen to?” You cocked an eyebrow.

“Y/N, they’re still in the making. Please,” he defended himself.

You stifled a laugh because you know that wasn’t true at all, but Chan only scowled at you. When you laughed at his face, he broke into a grin. You both continued walking from the campus’ food courts to get to the parking lot.

On the way, Minho instantly recognized you once he saw your familiar neon orange Hydro Flask peeking out the side of your backpack. “Hey Y/N!” He greeted you, breaking eye contact the moment you looked at him.

You gave him a small smile and watched as he walked away with Yeri. Chan nudged your arm with his elbow, “You okay?”

“Actually… I’m getting there Chan, slowly, but I’m getting there.”

Chan raised his hand slowly, closing his fingers out of hesitation. Today was different though. You didn’t stare at Minho’s backside as he walked away with Yeri, and Chan didn’t have to snap you out of it. Instead, you were scrolling through IHOP's online menu and daydreaming about their chicken and waffles.

Chan thought to himself, Fuck it, before gently ruffling your hair. When he stopped, you raised an eyebrow, but all he did was give you a cute smile. Pouting at Chan’s soft gesture, you ruffled his hair in return. You were making progress and doing more than well.

“Let’s go, I’m hungry.”

x.

“I’m thinking about breaking up with Yeri.”

Startled by Minho’s abrupt confession, you choked on your jasmine green tea. Minho was spilling his tea, but you were choking on yours. His eyes widened and he repeatedly pat your back to help you settle down. “You okay?”

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and nodded, “Yeah, I’m fine. What made you think of that all of a sudden?”

“I don’t know… “ He feigned a smile, “I don’t think I would be happy if I stayed with her.”

You frowned, “Then why did you get with her in the first place?”

“Please refrain from hitting me,” he chuckled.

“I won’t,” you said seriously. You only hit someone when you liked them.

“I actually liked Yeri’s friend, Irene, but she transferred out this year. But Yeri asked me out, and I thought, why not? She seemed cool and she’s a good person, but I don’t know anymore.”

You placed your drink on the step below the one you were sitting on and rubbed your hands to warm them. After listening to his story, you sighed deeply. “If you don’t see yourself growing with her, then don’t stay with her. You’ll just be unhappy and lead her on in the process. I mean… Do you love her?”

“No, I don’t. I’m just so frustrated at this point,” he groaned, combing his bangs with his fingers.

You checked the time, and it was almost 9:00. Shoot! You had to be back at Chan’s place by 10 because you had promised to drop by to pick up your laptop and backpack. You can’t believe you left it there the other day, all of your homework was just sitting at his apartment. “Let’s start heading to the train station? I have to be back soon, but we can still talk,” You stood up from your spot, stretching your arms and legs after sitting down for so long.

As the two of you approached the train station, finishing your homework was on your mind. On the other hand, Minho’s unsatisfying relationship with Yeri was on his. The train was unusually packed tonight, and you groaned the minute the train doors opened. Barely five people exited the cart which meant you had to squeeze in with Minho.

The ride was rocky and uncomfortable. For several stops, you could smell a hobo’s body odor from the other side of the cart. As more people kept trailing in, there was less space for you and Minho. At some point, your chest was only an inch away from his. If Minho was tired, he could’ve rested his head on top of yours.

The closer you were getting to Chan’s, the slower Minho walked. During the walk back, he didn’t talk much. From time to time, he would give you a chuckle or smile if you commented on something random. When you mentioned something about his relationship with Yeri, he only replied with short responses.

You were worried because he seemed so dejected. You wanted to help, but it was up to him to make his own choices. You didn’t want to dictate anything, but you knew for sure that if he wasn’t happy with his relationship, then it was time to say goodbye.

When you finally arrived in front of Chan’s apartment, Minho asked for a hug. Back then, you would’ve initiated the hug because you liked him, but now you’re over him. He tugged on the sleeve of your hoodie, pulling you in for a tight embrace. “To be honest with you…” He mumbled, “I’ve been thinking about breaking up with Yeri for a while now.”

He pulled away to scan your face for a reaction, but you just blinked at him with tired eyes. Minho nervously sighed, preparing himself to say the douchiest thing ever. “After you confessed, I realized that I like you and I have since we first met, but you’re over me now. Aren’t you?”

As ridiculous as it seems, you knew you were over Minho but a small part of you wanted to say no.

Little did you know, Chan was listening to the conversation this whole time. He went to pick up his mail because he forgot to check the mailbox after unloading groceries from earlier. By the time Minho finished confessing, Chan was fuming. After closing his mailbox shut which resulted in a loud bang, he stepped out to intervene. Gripping tightly on the monthly advertisements and statements he received, he almost crushed them in his hands.

“I-” You said, but Chan cut you off.

“Don’t Y/N, because you goddamn know that you’re not a second choice.”

xi.

“I’m going to be super mad if you drop your phone on my face.”

Chan chuckled at your cute comment. After you said that, he purposely hovered his phone over your face. His couch wasn’t big enough for the two of you to lay down, so you made him sit. That way, you could lay your head on his lap. His legs were very hard and muscular from swimming, but that didn’t stop you from using them as a pillow. Chan was still playing Trivia Crack, but it wasn’t fair for you. He’s been beating you in every round, but he still insists on challenging you to another one.

After he acquired another category, the familiar theme played in the background and you groaned. “I don’t want to play this game anymore.”

“What do you want to play then?” He asked.

You shrugged, “I don’t know, just not that stupid game.”

“Then what do you want to do?”

“Just talk,” you blinked.

“We’ve been talking,” Chan teased.

“You know what? I don’t want to talk anymore,” you huffed childishly.

“Get out of my house then,” he retorted.

You slapped his chest, breaking into small fits of laughter because you knew he would never kick you out. Chan’s threats were always lighthearted, and he knew it too. He laughed along, helping you sit up as you removed your head from his lap.

Lately, your growing feelings for Bang Chan scared you.

In the process of getting over Minho, you didn’t want to admit your growing feelings towards Chan. You knew you weren’t fully over him yet, but you were afraid of making it seem like you were using Chan to get over Minho. You didn’t want him to get the wrong idea, because you genuinely liked him.  

At some point, Chan was scared too.

He used to be scared shitless at the thought of developing feelings for you, but nowadays, he could care less. Ever since that night where you discovered Minho’s relationship, Chan knew he liked you. It’s been really tiring to deny afterward, and he had no intention of hiding it anymore. Ever since senior year of high school, he’s been putting his feelings to the side.

Tiring, wasn’t it?

Chan teased you even more and you tried smacking him again. He always found you predictable, catching your wrist in his hand before yours could come in contact with his chest. “I don’t think so,” he leaned in, laughing at your struggling state.

“Not fair, you’re way stronger than I am,” you whined as he got a hold of your other wrist.

As he held both of your wrists in his hands, you leaned your head onto his shoulder. Chan looked down, feeling nervous yet happy at the close proximity while you were a queasy mess. It was nice to be physically and emotionally closer to someone. Whether it was giving you a comforting hug or holding on to your wrists to keep yourself from attacking him, Chan always wished for one thing: he wished it lasted longer. When you pulled away, he gently let go, feeling a little disappointed.

“Y/N, can I ask you something?” Chan asked.

You nodded, “Go for it.”

“Do you still have feelings for Minho?”

Startled by his question, you sat up, bringing your knees up to hug. “I wouldn’t know, Chan. As of now, I feel like I’m over him completely, but you never know. I can’t guarantee anything.”

After Minho confessed that one night, you told him how you felt the next day. You knew he was only confused, and it would never work out with him. It took you long enough to realize, but you finally did it. You knew you were better off with someone else, and Chan was right.

You are never a second choice. 

“Ah, I see,” he said, suddenly becoming quiet.

“I just can't see myself liking him all over again, I’m happy at where I am right now. I don’t want any more emotional baggage, really.”

“That’s good.”

You sheepishly smiled, “I also like someone else too, so … Yeah.”

Chan’s heart raced. He felt all sorts of emotions at the moment. He felt hopeful, surprised, and disappointed, all at the same time.

He was hopeful that your crush could be him since you’ve been spending most of your time with him nowadays.

He was also surprised because it meant you were doing well, and most likely over Minho.

Lastly, Chan felt disappointed at the scenario that played in his head: you being with someone who wasn’t and most definitely better than him.

“Who?”

You shook your head, giving him a teasing smile. “Only time will tell.”

“Because I like someone too.”

“Who?”

“If you paid attention, time would tell you,” he laughed, combing the waves of his hair with his fingers. Your face scrunched in confusion as you were still unaware of what he was trying to tell you. “Time?” You asked.

“Time,” he nodded.  

xii.

And time most certainly did.

One moment you were sitting on Chan’s couch. The next, you were on his bed, straddling his lap during a heated kiss. Chan parted his lips slightly, slowly increasing the pressure to deepen the kiss. He was the first to pull away, chuckling at the sight of your swollen lips. While maintaining eye contact, he dominantly flipped you over, changing his and your positions, causing you to squeal. Chan placed a knee between your legs as he gripped on your waist to keep himself up.

While biting your lower lip, you flirtatiously glanced down at Chan’s. His lips were smudged and swollen with your favorite lip balm tint. He leaned in, gently cupping your cheek in his hand. His hands were soft and warm. You didn’t want him to feel unreciprocated from your lack of contact, so you wrapped an arm around his neck and placed your other hand onto his chest.

Chan missed the feeling of kissing you and leaned in to capture your lips once more. He took over, using his tongue to part your mouth slowly, then playfully caressing yours with his. You pulled him closer to you, enjoying the churning feeling that was growing inside of your stomach. When you stopped feeling his chest and moved your hands to run through his dark waves, Chan used less tongue and began to tease you. While catching your bottom lip between his teeth, he gently nibbled, finishing off the kiss with a long tug.

He plopped down beside you, feeling more lighthearted than ever. You both breathed heavily from making out, chests heaving and eyes on the ceiling. Your heart pounded against your chest, and Chan combed a hand through his hair before sighing in content. When he turned to face you, you turned your head and smiled.

Bang Chan was cute when he was smiling because his eye smile was more prominent. They formed into crescents, making you want to hug and kiss him even more. He took one of your hands in his, bringing it up to his face. After rubbing circles, Chan kissed the back of your hand. It was your turn to cup his cheek, and you poked the center of his chest.

You flicked his nose with your finger, laughing when he fell for your prank.

“I think it’s time for me to go home,” you suggested.

Chan sighed but didn’t object since it was getting late. He would love for you to stay and cuddle till you both fell asleep, but it was his little sister’s birthday tomorrow. He had already planned to go home tonight and surprise Hannah in the morning.

When Chan pulled up in front of your place, he neatly parallel parked and exited the car at the same time as you. Even if it meant walking five flight of stairs because the elevator was out of service for maintenance, he still wanted to walk you all the way to your door.

When you arrived at your door, Chan promised to bring cake after Hannah’s birthday party finished. You didn’t believe him, so he cutely reached for your fingers, giving you a pinky promise. You grew soft at his gesture and said goodnight to him.

But not without giving a quick peck on his cheek.

“Y/N,” he called out, giving you a lingering kiss on the lips before letting you go. “Goodnight.”

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[yrpspiritsintheshadows]

A Strange Arrangement

A Strange Arrangement

Hideki sighed in content as he watched the whipped cream he was making double in size in the stand mixer.

There really wasn’t anything quite like the feeling of success at seeing a technique work out just like you practiced it.

“Alright, soon as this is whipped, I’ll get it into the cake and-”

There was a tugging on his apron, causing him to jump. He looked down to see Ken was giving him a puppy eyed look, tugging again on it.

“What’s up, Shark Pup?”

Ken smiled, jumping back.

“Can you make me a lunch?”

“Like, to eat here or a bento? And for that matter, why? I thought you already ate.”

Ken sighed, giving him a kicked look.

“I shared my lunch with my friends. I’m gonna be hungry real soon… Pleeeaaase?”

Hideki glanced at his mixer, checking the consistency of the whipped cream. Fluffy and nearly coming out of the bowl, just how he liked it.

“Maybe later. I need to finish my roll cake. If you’re patient, I’ll put a piece in there.”

Ken perked up, letting out a little gasp.

“Really? Can you put two?”

Hideki gave him a curious look, getting his roll cake set out on the counter and spreading the filling out atop it. 

“This is really rich. It’s chocolate with strawberries and I’m gonna cover it with a ganache before freezing it. You’ll get a tummy ache on two.”

“I won’t! The other piece isn’t for me.” Ken put both his hands together, giving another pout… throwing in a whimper for effect. “Pleeeaaase?”

Hideki flinched, trying not to make eye contact. He knew that look. He had become very accustomed to it.

“Ken, please don’t make that face.”

“Pretty please?”

“Ken, who are you even hanging out with? You know you can’t feed chocolate to the dog.” 

Okami, as if understanding this, let out a loud whine. Hideki rolled his eyes.

“She’s a really good friend of mine from school.” It wasn’t a lie, Ayami was waiting for him outside and he wanted to share a snack with her. “We’re going on a big hike.”

“I don’t remember hearing you talk about this friend before. Which one?”

“Her name’s Ayami.” 

Hideki hummed in thought. He remembered seeing a few kids playing with Ken during park trips but never anyone by that name.

“Ayami, huh?” 

He nodded, bouncing on his heels a little, leaning up to watch his big brother work. Hideki’s hands were fast as always, rolling the cake up carefully but securely before sliding it into the fridge. He moved to the stove, starting to melt chocolate together with heavy cream. 

“So, can I have it? Please?”

“How long are you gonna be gone? Did you tell Dad or Mom?” 

“I’ll tell them in a bit, but Mommy would just go “You have food at home, you two can eat here.” and… they don’t know Ayami’s mommy.” Ken pouted. 

Hidei nodded, very familiar with that rule. He grew up with it from Aika and Daisuke. Before the age of ten, no friends were allowed in the house unless they talked to their parents first.

“Well, why not ask her to bring her mom over then? She’s gotta anyways if she’s being dropped off, right?”

Ken went very quiet at this, biting his lip.

“... Ken?” Hideki narrowed his eyes. “I’m not helping you keep a secret.”

“But it’s an important one…” Ken looked down at his shoes. “I promised.”

Hideki sighed a little. He knew that all too well. He wasn’t comfortable keeping secrets like this though. Especially if it went against their parents’ rules.

Sure, he’d gladly sneak the kid an extra cookie or stay up an hour later than he said because his favorite show was on… but when it came to going off alone, or rather, anything involving Ken’s well being after the nightmare incident, he wasn’t comfortable with that.

“Ken…” He looked up from his cooking, meeting his eyes. “I want to respect your wishes but I’m not gonna keep secrets from Mom and Dad. That’s not my thing.”

Ken looked down, breaking eye contact.

“Ayami’s not normal though.”

“Is she like you? Or like me?”

“.... She’s…” Ken mumbled something, looking away from Hideki. The teenager frowned, raising an eyebrow.

“Pardon?”

Ken smiled sheepishly, guilt in his eyes.

“She’s a ghost.” 

Hideki’s eyes widened before he put a hand to his face.

“Keeennny, why didn’t you just start with that!?”

“Ehehe?” Ken kicked at the floor a little. “She’s not like a regular one though. She’s a Ghost Guardian… You know what those are, right?”

“Yeah, of course. Ghost kids who stay behind and work under Lady Phantova as her warriors against the undead.” Hideki took his pot off the stove, pouring it over the cake before shoving the entire thing into the freezer. “So, that’s who your little friend is, huh?”

“Ahuh… You see why I can’t just go “Bring your mom over.” since her mom is y’know...a GODDESS!?”

Hideki nodded, wincing a little.

“Yeah… I can imagine. At least tell Dad since I think he’d be more okay with this.”

“I’ll tell him later, Ayami’s waitin’ and I can’t cook.” 

Hideki sighed, lowering his head. 

“Okay, but just this once. I mean it bub.” He gave Ken a stern look. “And if you don’t tell, I will. This is not gonna be like your bad dreams. Okay?”

Ken nodded.

Hideki sighed before getting started on a relatively simple lunch, making sure there was enough for two.

“And if she offers you ghost fruit, you don’t eat it until you tell the folks. Alright?”

“Okay. Why?”

“I heard it doesn’t wear off that fast and you don’t wanna scare them with thinking you died and came back to pretend all was normal.”

Ken’s eyes widened before he nodded.

“Got it…. And Hideki?”

“Hm?”

Ken hugged him tightly.

“I love you.”

Hideki smiled softly.

“Love you too, Shark Pup.”

Things just keep getting interesting don’t they?

Honestly though, might be just the thing he needs to practice those gifts. He’s gonna see worse things than making a friend out of a dead kid.

It wasn’t long before Hideki saw Ken off, the little boy running off as he joined Ayami’s side. The ghost girl looked over her shoulder at him, giving him a thumbs up.

“Be careful.” He looked down at Okami, the dog giving a huff of annoyance. “What’s her issue?”

“It’s hard for her to keep up.” Ken frowned a little. “Okami, stay-”

The large dog bolted to his side, whining.

“Alright, alright. C’mon!” 

“Be safe you two.” He waved, before the kids started to walk off… Only to jump when Hideki let out a yelp.

They looked back, seeing Eiji was standing right behind Hideki. The man raised an eyebrow, motioning with his finger for them to come back.

“... Uh oh.”

Ken gulped, hurrying back over, as Eiji knelt to his level.

“Am I in trouble?”

Eiji held up a finger, taking off his reading glasses. 

“Not yet.” He gave a firm look. “First, I heard about half of what was going on in the kitchen. I was grading papers in the living room.”

Hideki winced.

“Frick…”

“You’re not in trouble. Like I said - not yet.” He gave Ken in particular a stern look. “Ken, can I finally meet your friend properly?”

“You knew!?” Ken yelped.

Eiji shrugged a little.

“I played with Ghost Guardians when I was little too. Kind of not a surprise to me, that you’d make friends with them too.” He was nostalgic as he looked Ayami over, nodding as he recognized the armor style. “Yup, the real deal… Which is why I’m not mad. But Ken, you should never be worried about this stuff, like I told you before - you can tell us anything and we won’t be mad.”

“Even if I tried to keep another secret?”

Ayami hurried over.

“It was my fault.” She insisted. “Please don’t be mad at Ken.”

Eiji looked at her, giving her a gentle look.

“I’m not mad. Like I said, I just want to know what my kids are getting up to. The woods aren’t entirely safe but if he’s got a friend like you, I think I can trust he’ll be alright… but I do want to at some point meet with your mother. Is that alright?”

Ayami nodded quickly.

“Frannie wouldn’t mind. If you played with us Ghost Guardians before then you’d know her too, right?”

“Yeah but it’s been about twenty years, give or take.” Eiji patted their heads. “But, no more of these little secrets, okay?”

“Okay!”

“Good… and Ken?”

“Huh?”

Eiji kissed his head.

“Be good and be safe.” 

Ken smiled, hugging him tightly, relieved he wasn’t in trouble.

“Thank you, Daddy. I love you!” He grabbed Ayami’s hand as they ran off, Okami chasing after the children. “C’mon Aya!”

“Eep!”

Hideki and Eiji watched them go, before Eiji sighed a little.

“She’s so tiny…”

Hideki looked up at him.

“How young do you think she was?”

“Given I’ve seen Ken playing with someone I couldn’t see since he was about 4? I’d imagine she was five. She’s presenting herself as six right now but she’s still learning. Could be awhile before she decides her final age so to speak.” Eiji sighed. “Makes me just sad for her parents, if they were good ones.”

Hideki looked back to where they had gone.

“If they were anything like mine, they’d just be happy she has a life somewhere. Even if it’s just her afterlife.” 

“Yeah… Welp, guess this means we might have a deity dropping in on us.” Eiji headed back inside. “I’m gonna go back sure I swept.”

“... So wait, that’s it? If Titan just showed up here, you’d be this nonchalant about it?”

“Kind of?” Eiji shrugged. “Honestly, this is just par for the course for me. I remember meeting her once when I was Ken’s age but that was twenty years ago. She probably doesn’t remember me.”

“Aww… Who could forget you?”

Eiji ruffled his hair.

“Aww shucks… Now… How about that cake eh?”

“Oh, you’re gonna love it. C’mon!”

Hideki hurried back inside, calling out for Hikaru and Carmen. Eiji looked back towards the forest, as the wind picked up around him.

The more things change… the more they stay the same.

oooooo

Ken and Okami were keeping up at a decent pace with Ayami, who was flying above them. The kids were relieved they hadn’t been in any actual trouble. 

“Hey, my big brother packed a big snack enough for two people. Do you wanna share it with me?”

“Sure! When we get to a good rest spot.” She did a flip through the trees above them. “Wee!”

Ken saw a large boulder coming up. He picked up the pace, before leaping over it, forcing himself into a flip before he kept running.

“Oooo nice! You learn that recently?” She clapped a bit.

Ken grinned. The extra lessons while practicing with Chase and Eiji were paying off.

“Ahuh! Just can’t do it often.” 

“Got ya…” She came to a stop, standing on a high tree branch looking around the forest. “Let’s see… Where to go…”

Ken looked around, Okami whining a bit as she nudged him along. 

“Oof! Hey.”

Ayami looked down, raising an eyebrow.

“What’s up with her?”

“She smells something she doesn’t like.” Ken moved along, knowing very well that trying to go anywhere Okami deemed “danger” was a bad idea.

Ayami narrowed her eyes, looking around them, focusing on the energy of the forest.

Something was nearby but… it didn’t feel like a threat. Still, she swooped down, pulling Ken up, flying at a pace to keep up with how fast Okami was sprinting away from it.

“Oof! Hey!”

“I don’t think it’s bad but we’re not alone. Let’s not tick something off.”

“Right.” He looked behind them… He saw a bush rustle. “... Let’s get far away. Fast!”

Ayami looked behind them before using her strength to grab onto the scruff of Okami’s neck, lifting them both up.

“ARROOOOOOO!” Okami howled in alarm. She smelled it… It was close but she smelled it. 

And she didn’t want it anywhere near her pup or the strange, not living pup.

“Um, Aya what are you-EEP!”

She phased them through a large brush of trees, before stopping at a large rock that had a relatively smooth surface, enough for all three of them to lay across.

“We’ll just stay here a bit.” She gave a salute. “I’ll go investigate.”

Ken frowned.

“It can’t hurt you can it?”

“Naaah. I’m already dead!” She boasted. “Nothing can hurt me!”

“Okay…”

Ayami gave a salute, before hurrying off, turning invisible. She came back to the path they had been on before, peering through the bushes and trees…

Whatever it was she had sensed and what scared Okami, was long gone now. She couldn't pick up a trace of it.

Weird… Maybe a forest spirit?

Ayami shook her head. No, that wasn’t right. It hadn’t felt dead. 

The presence was alive… very much alive.

Maybe it was nothing. Probably a fox.

Still, she made note to keep close to Ken during more of these excursions if she didn’t have training. 

Ayami hurried back to where Ken was waiting for her, already setting out their snack.

“Well?” He looked up, worried.

Ayami frowned.

“I couldn’t find it. It’s gone.”

“That’s good… right?”

“I think so but I’ll keep around more.” She sat on the edge of the rock, picking up a sandwich, taking a large bite out of it. “Mmm! Oooh that’s yummy! What’s in it?”

“Hideki makes this yummy sandwich spread, with veggies and cream cheese. It’s really good.” Ken smiled a little. “Aya, don’t worry, okay? I know you got my back.”

“And I intend to keep doing that.” She offered him a fist bump. “Ghost friends?”

“Not secret friends.” He nodded, bumping his fist with hers. He looked out over the forest, closing his eyes.

The forest’s energy was the same as ever but… his gut told him something else was around. He wasn’t entirely sure what it meant yet…

But he hoped it was nothing scary.

Just don’t let it hurt my family. 

#Spirits in the Shadows #Ken Miyamoto #Ayami #Ghost Guardians #Original work #original writing #literature #paranormal #web series #yellow rose productions #Storm Arashi

[horangrawr]

50 and minghao? if possible

27. “I think you’re beautiful.”

pairing: minghao x reader

genre: fluff

author’s note: this is one of my more recent requests so i kinda feel guilty for posting this first but i just started writing and here we are. also not proofread sorryyy

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it had been a while since you and minghao have been on a date. it wasn’t either of your faults. it was just life that the both of you got to caught up in. minghao especially was a romantic at heart, so even after two years of dating, nights out still gave you that light, fluttery feeling. and you craved that feeling.

it was the middle of the day and you spent the whole morning cleaning and organizing, something you only had time for on your day off. finishing up, you were sprawled across the couch while watching some reruns of your childhood show when your phone dings with a text from minghao.

when he comes to pick you up you both giggle because, it must have been fate, as you and minghao wore the jeans you painted on for each other. he doesn’t tell you any date details but just simply guide you to his car, opening the door for you first of course.

you’re impatient and don’t wait for him to open the door for you once you arrive because surrounding you is a mesmerizing field of flowers. when you turn to face him, with the biggest smile on your face, your eyes meet a very familiar camera that seemed to appear out of midair.

“what the heckkkkk,” you whine, becoming shy and bouncing closer to him. he grabs your hands that tried to grab his camera and spins you around so that your back is against his chest.

he whispers in your ear, “I’m trying to step up your insta game.”

you immediately push away from him, pretending to be offended while he doubles over in a fit of giggles. “i didn’t ask you to tease me like this!”

you bounce on your feet through the grassy field before stopping abruptly, deeming the spot you were standing as the perfect picnic spot. minghao gets shy when you coo at the food he prepared, finding the chocolate covered strawberried he included so adorable.

it’s endless laughter under the sunshine with minghao. the chocolate on the strawberry kind of melts and he purposely misses your mouth when trying to feed it to you. he leans forward to kiss you chocolate stained lips and then pulls away, popping the fruit in your mouth with a grin.

later when you want to admire the scenery up close, he picks a flower. your eyes don’t leave him while he’s focused on putting it your hair.

“stay there.”

he backs away and picks up the camera hanging around his neck. shyness creeps up on you so you cross your arms over your chest and pout. “when will it be your turn to take pictures?”

he ignores you and instead has the camera held up against his eyes, adjusting the lens to capture you. “don’t look at the camera, just be yourself”

first you look away on instinct but then you can’t help but disobey and look into the lens. you cup your cheeks shyly, nose scrunching up in a giggle, “wait! i never know what to do!”

he giggles back but doesn’t answer and just makes hand motions.

he smiles to himself satisfied when he captures you tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. and one of you crouching down to admire the collection of flowers. and another when you turn in the direction of a loud group of kids with your hair flowing behind you in the wind and the sunlight hitting your cheekbones.

even though it was barely two minutes, you run up to him. “let me see!”

he shows you the one he just took and you furrow your brows, focusing on all the wrong details. “i look weird.”

“i think you’re beautiful.”

pressing your lips together to hide the smile rising, you try and protest. but it fails to hide your lifted, sunkissed cheeks.

#seventeen #seventeen scenarios #seventeen drabbles #minghao #minghao scenarios #the8 #the8 scenarios #the8 drabbles #minghao drabbles #seventeen imagines #50wtsily

[yoon-kooks]

Strawberries & Cream

Pairing: Angel!Hoseok x Devil!Reader

Genre: EnemiesToLovers!AU, Fluff, Crack

Summary: You’d think stealing a couple of strawberries from your local farm wouldn’t hurt anyone, but some people like to think otherwise. And after your strawberry heist doesn’t go as planned, you plot your revenge against the angel who ruined it all–Jung Hoseok.

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: i posted this yesterday but t*mblr somehow managed to fuck up the formatting, so im reposting it now! happy bday hoseok! 👼💕

At sundown, when the Kim brothers take off their dirt-stained gloves and wipe the sweat from their sun-kissed cheeks, you watch from atop a neighboring tree until they disappear into their farmhouse. Once laughter and shouting echo out from the household, you know the Kim brothers will be far too drunk to give a flying fuck over what happens on that precious farm of theirs. So you hop down from the tree and over the fence to where your nose leads you. Because after a long exhausting day of playing games and lazing around, you think you deserve to treat yourself.

You scurry from crop to crop, in search of your favorite fruit. Bananas… melons… apples… no, no, no… Aha! Your pupils dilate at the glossy red berries in front of you. The sweet aroma alone is enough to have you foaming at the mouth. With no time to waste, you pick the finest strawberry from the shrub. And like with everything you steal from the Kim’s, you press your ruby lips against the fruit to pay your respects—you may be a devil, but at least you’ve got class!

“Mmm~!” You can’t help but squeal at the first bite, sweet and juicy with a hint of pesticides. As much as you want to chow down on the entire shrub, you only allow yourself to eat a single berry and pick a few more to indulge on later in the night. After securing your little strawberry pouch to your hip, you take a moment to admire the success of The Great Strawberry Heist. What a sneaky little thief you are! You giggle into your hands.

“I hope you choke on pesticides, Little Thief,” a voice scoffs at you. You don’t know the Kim brothers too well, but you’re sure it isn’t one of them speaking.

“I can’t choke on pesticides. A devil’s body is immune to toxins,” you answer back, although you aren’t sure where or who to direct your attention. As far as you can see, there’s no one else on the farm besides one (1) sneaky thief. “And wishing for someone to choke is kind of rude, you know.”

“Stealing the fruits of someone else’s labor is also kind of rude, don’t you think?” The voice suddenly materializes into a bright object—a rather handsome boy with white wings, to be exact. The stern look on his face kind of turns you on.

“Stealing is harmless as long as no one notices their stuff is missing~” you shrug. “But I think your brightness is going to attract attention from the Kim brothers. So can you please leave? Asking for a friend.”

“I’ll leave… but only after a warning, Y/N.” The boy stride over to you and gives you a long look as you blink back at him. He’s got quite an attractive face for sure.

“How do you know my name?” You slide your naughty hands from the boy’s chest to around his neck. The white wings peeking out from behind his shoulders catch your eye. “Oh, are you my guardian angel?” You already know devils aren’t assigned guardian angels, but maybe you just got lucky. Maybe this hottie of an angel is all yours.

“Not quite. I’m just here to keep devils like you out of trouble,” he says, nonchalantly peeling your hands off him and taking a step back. “So you better be a good little devil, or else I’ll be back, okay?”

“Yeah yeah sure, I promise to be a good devil, so can you please leave now? Thanks.” You start pushing the angel out of sight from the Kim brothers, but he puts on the brakes in front of the fence.

“Wait, one more thing.” He points to the strawberry pouch at your hip. “Empty that out so I know you’ve learned your lesson.”

“Or…!” You take a single berry out from your pouch and extend it to the boy. “How about I give you this strawberry as a peace offering and we pretend like this whole thing never happened, yeah?”

The angel gives the luscious fruit a good look, perhaps debating on whether or not the pesticides could be harmful to a divine being like himself. And just when you think your last-ditch effort is a bust, he speaks.

“Feed it to me.”

“Huh?” you reply with too big of a smile. Was it really that easy to swindle an angel?

“Feed it to me and I’ll let you go.”

You nod, leaning in closer to press the berry gently against the boy’s cute heart-shaped lips. As you close the gap between you and him, however, you’re distracted (and a tiny bit tempted) by the dark eyes watching you. You could’ve sworn he smirks before taking a bite out of the fruit. But once the deed is done, he backs away and lets out an innocent chuckle.

“Okay, I’ll let you go this time, but remember to be a good devil from here on out unless you want me showing up again,” he says with a charming smile. You almost feel bad about swindling such a nice boy. But a devil’s gotta do what a devil’s gotta do to protect your precious strawberry stash.

“Pleasure doing business with you… uh…” you tilt your head when you realize you haven’t learned the boy’s name.

“It’s Hoseok,” he helps you out. “See you around, Little Thief.”

When it’s all said and done, the angel disappears as promised and you hurry home to make some chocolate-covered strawberries.

-

“FUCK,” you scream as soon as you step into the kitchen. Your hip is bare and your pouch is gone. Hoseok must’ve snagged it while you were too busy staring into his eyes. And to think you were nice enough to share one of your strawberries with that filthy monster.

But you suppose you’re gonna have to make him regret ever crossing paths with a naughty devil like yourself… And it starts with summoning that fool again.

“I guess I better go stEAL SOME MORE STRAWBERRIES,” you announce for the whole world, and more specifically Hoseok, to hear.

“What did I tell you about theft, Y/N?” Aha, the angel finally decides to show his face again, this time materializing right inside your bed.

“You’re the one who said stealing the fruits of someone else’s labor is rude, but guess what? You stole the strawberries that I worked so hard to get, Hypocrite.” You huff and puff, but also roll into bed with the hypocrite and cuddle up to him.

Hoseok watches as you sniff him like a hungry puppy for any lingering strawberries. “I didn’t steal the berries. I simply dipped them in chocolate and dropped them back off to their rightful owner.”

“You made chocolate-covered strawberries for me?” Your eyes light up and suddenly you’re on top of the boy.

“Fuck no. The rightful owners are the Kim brothers. Not you, Little Thief,” he says with a scolding voice. He rolls his body over you and stares down at your pout. “Anyway, if you aren’t actually executing a second strawberry heist tonight, I’m going home.”

“Actually! I made a plan for us!” You sit back up and regain your ambition. “We’re gonna go back to the farm, steal some more strawberries, milk the cow, and make chocolate-covered strawberries.”

“We? Why am I being dragged into this?”

“Because you need to be around when I’m doing something naughty right? Isn’t that what you said?”

“Well yeah, but that doesn’t mean I’m your accomplice-”

“You don’t have to be my accomplice. I’m basically just making you watch me do naughty things as punishment for stealing my strawberries,” you pause to make sure your twisted logic makes sense. “As long as I’m being naughty, you can’t go home, right? That’s your punishment. Jokes on you.”

Hoseok blinks at you, probably doing his best to untwist all of your logic. And then he smirks. Never a good sign. “Oh I get it. But what if I don’t mind being around you? How will you punish me then, Little Thief?”

“Ha? You like being around me?” you press a finger to your duck lips. “If that’s the case, then I guess your punishment can be milking the cow.”

“Wait, what does milking a cow have to do with anything…?”

“We need milk with our chocolate strawberries, duh.” You shake your head at the boy’s ignorance and pull him up so the two of you can head back to the farm.

“Or…!” Hoseok pulls you back for a moment to suggest something else. “Instead of stealing farm crops and violating a cow’s udder, we can buy some milk and strawberries at our local market and make the chocolate strawberries in the morning.”

You nod along, although your mind remains unchanged. “Yeah… I like my idea better.”

You just can’t help it. It’s not your fault that you were born a devil. Naughtiness runs in your blood, and that’s something that will never change.

But maybe you’re willing to negotiate.

“Hmm, hypothetically speaking, if we followed your plan and went to the market, then what do I get in return?” You stroke your invisible bead. “Would you be willing to do something naughty for me?”

“That would depend… I’m not 100% opposed to it.” Perfect. Just the answer you were looking for.

“Nevermind~!” You shake your head with a giggle. If an angel can have an open mind about naughtiness, a devil can be open-minded about good behavior. And maybe it’s for that reason that you’ve developed a tiny soft spot for the angel. “We’ll just go to the market tomorrow, Hoseok~”

He raises an eyebrow at your sudden change in behavior. “Okay, but I better not catch you stealing anything off the shelves if that’s what you’re scheming.”

“I won’t, I promise (as long as you’re paying for everything)!” You snuggle up in bed only to fall into the embrace of warm angel wings, where perhaps naughtiness shall one day ensue. For now, however, you’re content. “But maybe we can play with the cows some time?”

“Y/N.”

“At least consider it!”

“Fine.”

#bts scenarios #bts fanfic #bts fluff #bts enemies to lovers #hoseok fanfic #bts imagines #hoseok x reader #hoseok #bts #bangtan #strawberries & cream #bts angel au

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Lessons in Falling in Love: Chapter Four

Summary: Selene is a student, Joe is a professor. Thing’s don’t always work out the way they do in movies, and things aren’t always what they seem.

Permanent warning/disclaimer:  this will be a story that contains smut, will have cursing, and other themes like these. So, if you’re under the age of 18, please skip this story. Also, everything in this story is completely fictional and not based on real life!!!!!!!! It’s for dramatic and entertainment purposes only.

A/N: here’s chapter four. this story is actually @ 13 chapters so far (with a lot more to happen!!) also thinking about writing blurb requests for the story, or answering questions to the characters. Let me know what you think!!

previous chapters: One, Two, Three

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There was no getting out of Joe’s class. It was to late, all the other History classes were full. It was either suffer or drop it and take it the following semester, though there was a chance that Joe would be her professor again. She figured she’d suffer and stick it out. She made her way back to her place and got into bed once again. She wished she was over it, but she wasn’t.

She had a shift at the bookstore but it wasn’t until later that night. She decided a nap was the best route to spend her day until then.

Selene was startled awake. She didn’t even know what time it was when she jumped at the sound of banging on her door. It took her a moment, to get her footing, and focus. Irritation overwhelmed her as she groggily made her way toward the door, throwing it open, ready to ask if the person was stupid or insane. Her stomach turned when she realized Joe stood in front of her. She laughed, full of sarcasm, she started closing the door.

“Wait! Selene!” he protests stopping the door with his hand.

“No.” she tries to push the door closed but Joe’s strength is much greater than hers, “What do you want!?” she groans.

“You weren’t in class today.” he says quietly, his eyes trying to find hers.

“Observant” she says flatly.

“Why?” he asks, again his eyes are searching for hers. She rolls her eyes, looking past him. She sighs, running her hand over her eyes.

“Why do you care?” she asks. He doesn’t say anything, he just runs his hand over his chin, and then slides both his hands into his pockets. “Right. Joe. You don’t actually care.” He opens his mouth, to speak, no words come out. The aggravation starts to build again, and she goes to close the door on him again. He stops it once more.

“If I didn’t care, then why am i here?” he sighs.

“I don’t know!” she snaps. “I don’t know why you’re here!” she slams her fists at her sides.

“Look, I’m sorry.” he says. “I had a lot going on this weekend and-“

“Did you come here to get laid?” she asks quickly, cutting him off. His face contorts and he looks confused.

“No I-“ he tries

“Then why are you here?” she asks again, more aggressively now.

“To make sure you’re okay.” he says, “Are you serious?”

“You don’t get to just fuck me and leave and then not call me for days.” she snaps again. She felt her eyes start to burn, her throat closing up.

“I didn’t mean to do that… I just-” He stops himself from going any further, his demeanor softening. “I’m scared.” he admits.

“Can you just go?” she asks, tears spilling over and down her cheeks. He sighs, his shoulders dropping as he walked toward her.

“I’m scared because this isn’t right. I could lose my job… and...” she is struggling to keep herself together. Her tears spilling down in a constant stream.

“Then we end whatever this was.” she shrugs. “We stop fooling around.”

“I don’t want that.” he lets out an exasperated sigh. “I just freaked.”

“I don’t want to- No, I can’t deal with someone that’s not sure.” she says quietly. “If you just want sex you can find it anywhere else.”

“I don’t just want sex.” he groans, throwing his head back. “Can I come in?” he asks, and she sighs moving to the side so he can walk past her. She liked him and wanted to forgive him. She shut the door and folded her arms. Watching as he shoved his hands back into his pockets. He was clearly thinking, and she waited for a few seconds but grew impatient. She sighed loudly, and threw her head back. “I want to make it up to you.”

“How?” she drops her shoulders, her mouth still pressed in a frown.

“I want to take you on a real date.” She can feel her body warm at his words. “Like proper date. No sex. Just you, me,  and a strawberry field.” his lips spread into a big grin.

“What if I’m allergic to Strawberries?” she muses, and his face drops, his eyes scanning the floor his idea seemingly crushed. She couldn’t hold her laughter at his panic, and finally she cracked a smile. “I’m kidding.” she said.

“You scared me.” he chuckled. “So is that a yes?” She quickly weighed her options again. She could end it all right here and tell him to fuck right off, or she could go on a date with her professor.

“I’ll have to think about it.” she says, sternly her arms coming back to fold over her chest. He nods, and heads toward the door. A little pep in his step.

“I’ll take it.” he shrugs.

“Goodbye Joe.” she said, opening the door and letting him exit.

Just a few seconds later, her phone was vibrating in her hand. An unknown number, she answered anyway.

“Hi.” Joe’s voice sounded.

“Hi.” Selene smirked, responding triumphant.

…

When Saturday afternoon rolled around, Selene had no idea what proper strawberry picking attire was. She wanted to look hot, to tease Joe who put her through to much in the past week. She settled on a black dress that dropped just to her knees, a pair of biker shorts under that, a pair of sneakers and a flannel to put over her arms. She felt good and even excited.

Joe was on time. There was another small win when he looked at her like she, herself was a strawberry. He licked his lips, and smirked and she pretended not to be phased. She wasn’t sleeping with Joe tonight. She wouldn’t let him have that. She wanted to keep him on edge, make him wait for it. Work for it.

The day was perfect, for the end of August it was a beautiful 80 degrees. It felt like a cool relief from the 90 degree and up humidity they suffered through all summer. They drove for a while, and Selene didn’t mind. She loved car rides, she loved singing to songs that played through the radio, and looking at all of the sights around her. They were heading deep into farm area of the state over, so there was plenty of pretty things to see. Including a sunflower field.

“Oh my god!” she yelped, “Look at them!” she gawked and beamed. Joe smiled looking at the sight as she was and then at her.

“We could stop there one day.” he said, and she felt excitement build. Selene felt her body grow warm again, Joe seemed to have a way of doing that. From the way he glanced over at her while they sang songs together, and the way he made her laugh without trying. He made her feel warm.

When they arrived at the destination, it was more than just a small strawberry farm. It was a huge farm and a strawberry festival. Families ran about as a band played on a small stage. There were activities and hay rides out to the field to pick your own strawberries. There were animals you could pet or feed and food trucks each with a different option. And of course, strawberry wine, ice cream, chocolate covered, smoothies, and any other way you could serve a strawberry.

“Where do we even start?” Selene asks, truly in wonder at the place.

“Let’s grab some wine and go from there.” Joe shrugs, and he grabs Selene’s hand and pulls her along.

Selene had never been on a real date, and it felt more than that for her. Especially with Joe’s hand wrapped around hers the entire time. The way he fed her chocolate covered strawberries and bought her tacos from a taco food truck. She drank wine and got close to Joe, watching children run around with painted faces. The two pet animals which Selene was insanely excited about. They picked their own strawberries and bought some chocolate covered strawberries for home.

She was having an amazing day and as the sun began to set, she melted into the way Joe wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her into him, as fireworks sounded off above them. She leaned into him, her head resting against his shoulder as the fireworks continued to go off. With each boom she felt closer to him, her heart racing at the memories of the day. She’d have them forever.

The car ride started off comfortably quiet. The music played quietly as both of their skin still warm from the sun. Selene was a little wine drunk, and sleepy but she felt good. She felt Joe’s hand carefully graze her thigh, his thumb gently brushing over her skin. She offered him a smile, her hand covering his. Every doubt had melted away, he didn’t feel like her professor. He felt like her boyfriend, like it could get serious.

“Today was really great.” She said quietly, “I had the best time.” His lips spread into a smile.

“I’m glad.” he said, his hand gently squeezing her thigh. “Am I forgiven?” he asks. She sighs.

“I can forgive you. But i won’t forget. Just don’t hurt me again, Joe.” she says seriously. He nods, looking over to her one last time before they fade back into the quiet ride.

When Selene opened her eyes what felt like hours later, though Joe had just arrived at her place. She rubbed her eyes and sat up.

“We’re at your place.” he said, clarifying.

“Do you want to come in?” she asks, in a groggy voice. He smirks and nods. “No funny business” she warns.

He takes her hand in his, pulling her close kissing her cheek as she fumbles with her keys and the bags of strawberries. They quietly make their way through her house, his hands on her hips and lips finding their way back to her neck.

“I said no funny business.” she giggles pushing away from him,  pulling the dress over her head, smirking to him. “I’m tired.” He stared wide eyed at her, gulping back as she swayed her hips moving over to her closet to grab a t-shirt to throw on.

After washing off her makeup and brushing her teeth she crawled into bed, waiting for Joe to do the same. She brought him close, and cuddled into him in the dark 

#joe mazzello #joe mazzello fanfic #joe mazzello x reader #joe mazzello x oc

[diveronarpg]

Congratulations, BREE! You’ve been accepted for the role of BIANCA. Admin Rosey: I think the first thing that came to mind was how powerfully you captured Bunny's voice, Bree. You. Absolutely. Killed it. Your plot points built upon one after the other which shows how you plan to lay the foundation for her and force her to grow, no matter how much she kicks up her heels about it. It can be difficult trying to force a character like Bunny to grow without taking away from what makes her so intriguing and fun, but wow. Am I so very glad to have her added to the ranks, ready to bring us chaos and absolute ruin. Please read over the checklist and send in your blog within 24 hours.

WELCOME TO THE MOB.

Out of Character

Alias | Bree.

Age | Twenty.

Preferred Pronouns | She/her.

Activity Level | I’m studying engineering and running collegiately, so the short answer is that I’m not entirely sure. The long answer is that my activity will ebb and flow depending on my schedule; some weeks are easier than others. But I’ll do my damnedest to be around, even if that means firing off ugly-formatted replies on mobile (or having Rosey or Kiersten format them for me… we’ve done it before).

Timezone | CST.

How did you find the rp?  | English class my senior year of high school, with the help of Rosey (no, seriously). I’ve been watching from afar, and I couldn’t stay away.

Current/Past RP Accounts | here, here, and here

In Character

Character | Bianca; Bernadette “Bunny” Dupont

What drew you to this character? | Well… originally, I wrote her. But since that sounds like a cop-out and I can never pass up the opportunity to wax poetic about one of my literary children, I’ll bite. ;)

She’s a piece of work. No, not that kind of work, not artwork—given her art forging expertise, that would be a cliché, and neither I nor Bunny are particularly fond of those. I mean that she’s single-handedly both the easiest and the most difficult character I’ve ever written and, I might argue, will ever write. Self-absorbed and yet oddly self-aware, vulgar in the delicate way only someone with a face like hers could be, and so tenderly cruel it’s endearing—she’s awful, but writing her has never been an inkling as heavy as writing equally diabolical characters has been in the past. She’s somehow able to be a light-hearted character in an environment where that sort of label tends to be reserved for characters like Maeve, all flower petals and naivete and ripe for the slaughter—without encompassing any of that. I don’t know, maybe it’s her youthful appearance, maybe it’s her love of candy and strawberries and her tendency to act so much like a child, or maybe it’s that careful balance between what she appears to be, what she’d like to be, and who she is, but she manages to check off some boxes that appear at first glance to be mutually exclusive. She lacks any concrete ambition outside of being revered, yet she possesses the potential to climb, to do some terrible things, because of that unfocused ambition. Her selfishness makes her a target for manipulation while being an avid manipulator herself. Her priorities are bottoms-up and she’s hardly got what most would call a good head on her shoulders, but damn if she isn’t a coquettish kind of cunning.

I thought I wouldn’t even know where to begin, but I’m having trouble finding where to end. The point is, I love this little brat.

What is a future plot idea you have in mind for the character? | Where do you see this character developing, and what kind of actions would you have them take to get there? 3 future plot ideas would be preferable.

Piss off, Picasso: It’s only fitting, I suppose, that a little girl so proficient at mocking her sister (and her friends) behind her doting parents’ backs should grow up and learn to put that art of imitation to good, more mature use in the mob. She’s got it all going for her, really; wealthy upbringing, an eye for detail, and a shameless disregard for plucking coins from the purses of others to feed her own greed—what could go wrong? Plenty. And while I’d definitely like to explore the aftermath of what might happen if she got sloppy and was found out, she’s got her fair share of trouble on her plate right now with her—er, bad publicity. So first, I’d like to see her do well. I’d like to see her get overconfident, make connections, be successful. Once she’s finished throwing her little tantrum about my next plot idea, she’ll probably be inclined to hone her skills, sell a few more paintings to get out of the hole she stumbled into. After all, respect isn’t earned in Bunny’s world; it’s bought.

Paparazzi: It’s not what it looks like. Come on, he isn’t even that cute. Bunny’s moment of weakness, if it can be called that, presents obvious potential for her to either pull herself up by the bootstraps (imagine) or dig herself even farther. This might be the first time she’s gotten into any real trouble, especially the kind that Daddy Dupont couldn’t fix, and she’s not going to handle it well. But her knee-jerk reaction should make for good comedy and some even better plots. How far will she go to prove that she’s still just as loyal to the Capulets as she’s always been (which is to say, not particularly?)? What other mistakes can she make? It’s time to get her pretty little hands dirty, I think. She’s too proud to ask her sister for help, but all bets are off when it comes to Cyrus. Hell, maybe even her connection to Boris can come into play here (counterproductive, probably).

This Is What Makes Us Girls: The relationship Bunny has with Maeve and Juliana is one of my favorite parts about her, because it’s one of the best means for me to flesh out and play with all of the different sides of Bunny. They’re a pretty integral part to the image she keeps up—both that of a dignified daughter and a girl still steeped in candy-lacquered youth, and it’s for that reason that her secret dislike/jealousy of them both is so… telling? Bunny’s conceited, sure, but she is—at her core—insecure. And insecure people—insecure teenage girls, although she’s aged out of that territory—do pretty terrible things. I want to explore the dynamic within this friend group. I want to see her sabotage something important to Juliana. I want to see her have Maeve do her bidding, see her put her friends in harm’s way. Betrayal doesn’t always call for bloodshed; sometimes cutting deep doesn’t call for a knife.

Are you comfortable with killing off your character? | Eh… as much as I’d love to give the usual “yes, give me all the angst,” I’m not really sure that Bunny is the type of character whose death will serve a purpose/further the plot, to be honest. Only the good die young, and she’s anything but.

If at any point the plot calls for it, we can talk about it, but I don’t foresee her developing in such a way that I’d suggest it.

In Depth

What is your favorite place in Verona? |

That’s a stupid question, she thinks, smoothing out the hem of her skirt and settling contentedly into the plush armchair, half-business and half-play. It’s a copout, almost—the daytime equivalent of asking someone’s favorite color in truth or dare. It’s a wasted turn, a missed opportunity. If she wanted to write love letters to the streets of Verona, she’d pick up the noble art of journaling.

In any case, the answer was most certainly a harrowing tie between her clawfoot bathtub and the half of her king-sized bed farthest from the window—but that sounded so infantile even she might’ve quirked an eyebrow at such a response. This, she realizes, is what it’s like to grow older: to make terrible small talk over lukewarm tea and lie in more dignified ways than she had in her youth.

(She’s twenty-one years, two months, and three days old. This is middle age. This is melodrama.)

“There’s a little candy shop a few blocks from the foot of the Castelvecchio. Their chocolate-covered strawberries are to die for.”

What does your typical day look like?

She likes this one—likes the way it sounds like a question straight out of the magazines she reads in her near-infinite free time, all gloss and understated glamour. In fact, she’s spent a perhaps embarrassing amount of time crafting responses to such a question in the event that she were ever asked, and although this isn’t exactly the avenue she’d had in mind, it’ll do.

Let it never be said that Bunny Dupont cannot compromise.

“I like to wake before the sun,” she lies elegantly, matter-of-factly, knowing damn well that just this morning she’d slumbered until noon but eager to portray the image of a young woman with her shit thoroughly together. The corners of her pink lips turn up in a smile, as if the very thought of a sunrise sways her to cliché thoughts of new beginnings and second chances, of the kinds of phrases befitting the tacky dollar-store decorations Maeve collects like an old man does stamps. How very carpe diem of her.

“I wash my face, have a cup of tea, and try to get a bit of reading done.” When she puts it that way, it sounds quite a bit more like a sophisticated heiress devouring novels in the early morning light than the slightly-less-respectable-but-nonetheless-true alternative of a troublemaker surveying last night’s damage, pastries piled with whipped cream within arm’s reach.

“I like to meet my friends for brunch. Juliana and I are regulars at The Phoenix and the Turtle,” she says delicately, deliberate with her inclusion of the Capulet girl’s name and her exclusion of any others. “I’ll paint a bit in the afternoons…” The little blonde trails off, green eyes darting about as if calling the remainder of her routine to mind. The truth is that she’s already grown bored, and perhaps that’s her own fault; it can get exhausting, pretending to be responsible, truly exhausting—but playing pretend is too fun. “And home for dinner, always.”

What has been your biggest mistake thus far?

She twirls a strand of cotton-blonde hair around her finger, a coy display of sheepishness befitting a schoolgirl. What was her biggest mistake? The question demands a certain sort of humility, a level of introspection and honesty she’s never had the need to stoop to in all her years as the Dupont family darling, and if she were a tad less shameless it might even be a little—what’s the word?—unnerving. There was a reason she’d been dutiful enough to go to church on Sundays with her father but had avoided the confessional like her mother avoided carbs, and that reason had nothing to do—okay, fine, but only a little— to do with an aversion to being on her knees.

But she’s nothing if not an opportunist, a performer, and she treads the line between timid and cruel when she remarks, “I held a Montague boy’s hand once. Went home and went through two bars of soap.”

What has been the most difficult task asked of you?

“Firing a gun,” Bunny admits, leaning in as if to let the intern in on a secret, “It’s harder than I expected. “Pulling the trigger, I mean. Takes a bit more pressure than they show you in the movies.” Leave it to her to turn such a grim discussion to something a bit less uncomfortable, a bit more palatable. Leave it to her to dodge the—well, difficult—questions. When have you failed? When have you struggled? How have you grown?

In two words: she hasn’t. (In another two: not yet.)

What are your thoughts on the war between the Capulets and the Montagues?

Lingering in the air like her favorite perfume was a rule oft-spoken and waiting to be broken: no politics, it’s simply not lady-like. Her father’s banks backed the Capulets, and where the money went, the Duponts surely followed. For all her selfishness and disdain for anything which drew the attention away from her and her needs, Bunny Dupont understood the necessity of these things—of petty grudges and not-so-petty crimes—for people like them. Wars, even wars like these, needed money: a lot of it.

“I don’t feel I know enough to say much about it,” she says carefully, the gleam in her green eyes looking more like a trick of the light and less like a clue. “I only wish there weren’t so much blood.”

Why? It left a nasty stain.

Extras: If you have anything else you’d like to include (further headcanons, an inspo tag, a mock blog, etc), feel free to share it here! This is OPTIONAL.

Headcanons:

When she was little, she wanted to be an actress or an only child: the former, she told her parents, and the latter, she told her sister.

Her hard liquor of choice is vodka, the flavored kind—the sweeter, the better. She’s mastered the art of taking shots of it with a straight face after many years of practice.

Strawberries are her favorite. Chocolate-covered, in champagne—you name it.

In high school, she got her kicks by scaring off boys who approached her to get a leg-up on wooing Juliana. So many potential suitors shot down, convinced that Cosimo would have them shipped off to some foreign land without their heads or their manhood.

Once, she promised Maeve she’d get her crush to ask her on a date. She was only half a virgin after that. He never called Maeve.

She’s a Gemini (May 30th).

#accepted: bianca #accepted

[resetmypatientviolence]

Seeing Double (Drake x MC x Liam) [NSFW]

Pairing/Characters: Drake x Jaela

Word Count: 4,803

Rating: NSFW

Warnings: NSFW, Threesome, Anal

Song Suggestion: Birthday Sex-- Jeremih

Description: It’s Jaela’s birthday-- and the boys have a special trip planned for her... and the offer that they’ll simply do anything for her. 

Note: It’s not midnight yet here, so it’s still NSFW Day! As always, please enjoy and thank you for reading my work!  MASTERLIST

“Shh… shh, kids—“ 

“You don’t want to wake Mommy up yet, right?"

Jaela’s eyelids are heavy and the voices and small scamper of feet come into her head, and James crawls over her midsection, small hands digging the flesh that she’s been working to tighten since his birth. Jaela sleepily— eyes still shut— runs her hand over James’s head, hair so soft. He coos and lays on her chest, tiny fist gripping her tank top. 

Then, there’s the soft pressure of two tiny things crawling up and on the bed— Allie and Tomás, of course— and sitting  on either side of her. But, she still keeps her eyes insistently shut, smiling softly as the two poke her sides, one lifting her hand up and waving it around. She only opens her eyes when there’s two lips on either cheek, Drake and Liam kissing each one good morning. “Happy birthday, Jaela,” they say at the same time, children squealing in delight when she shifts, looking at her family gathered around her, heart so full. 

Allie and Tomás snuggle into her arms and she pulls them close, sitting up slightly. Liam adjusts a pillow and Drake holds a tray with breakfast with a grin. 

“Thank you, loves.”

“I buttered the toast!” Pipes Tomás, flashing his mother a smile. Jaela kisses the top of his head. 

“I’m so proud of you, Tomás.” Her son giggles and then wriggles out of her hold, going to his father. Liam picks him up, blue eyes sparkling. “What time is it?” Jaela yawns— then winces as James bites her— having enough teeth to start to hurt--, clearly hungry. Liam motions for Allie to come to him, and she does while Jaela adjusts James and lets him feed. Drake chuckles, and sets the tray down on her dresser as she shuts her eyes again, relaxing. 

“It’s ten—“

“Ten?!” Jaela’s eyes fly open. “Why didn’t you wake me up? There’s so much to do today and—“

“It’s your birthday,” Liam chuckles, setting Tomás down, who then runs out the bedroom, followed by Allie, both shouting. He sits on the edge of the bed, running a hand over her exposed leg. “There’s only one thing you need to worry about today.”

“And? What’s that?” Jaela raises and eyebrow and Drake sits on the edge of the bed too. He reaches out a hand to stroke her cheek, then the back of James’s head. 

“What dress you’re wearing for tonight.”

“A dress for dinner? What place around here—“

“Not here. In Seattle.” *

After Jaela questioning how they managed this surprise— and to pack her overnight bag, book a room and reservation, Drake getting time off of work, and roping in Miss Harlaney to watch the kids within a short few days and keeping it a secret— they took off to Seattle, making the drive, her head resting on Drake’s shoulder as she dozed here and there, the two men talking the entire time. The fancy hotel and upcoming dinner was enough, Jaela feeling like a Queen as their view overlooked the sound, Liam zipping up the back of her dress. 

“This is perfect. You two outdid yourselves… not that you needed to. I would have been happy with a dinner and movie and…”

“Nonsense, my Queen,” Liam whispers, dragging his lips across the back of her neck as he finishes zipping up the dress. “You deserve the very best.”

“Besides,” Drake says from across the spacious room, the temptation of the King sized bed already there. Jaela raises an eyebrow and approaches the mirror, smoothing down her dress as he rummages through his bag. “There’s more for you.”

Jaela smiles, slightly, face warm. She didn’t deserve their love half the time yet…. Drake sets a rectangle jewelry box in her hands. 

“And… we bought this together. For you.” 

Jaela looks up in the mirror, Liam and Drake behind her, hands on her hips. Jaela carefully opens the rectangle box and then gasps, speechless, at the diamond necklace sparkling from the larger stone in the middle to the jewels crawling up the sides.. She doesn’t want to ask how much it cost them for these diamonds. Too much, probably. But… worth it. 

Jaela looks up with tears in her eyes, turning her head to look between both men who love her so, so much. “Happy birthday,” they each whisper, and kiss her on the lips. Drake runs a hand along the side of her form fitting red dress cut to just above the knee with a slit on the side. Liam grins and and takes it out the box, carefully clasping it, it marvelous against her skin, sitting so perfect on her neck with all the diamonds. 

Jaela gently touches it, smiling wide. “I don’t deserve this…”

“You do,” Drake reassures, pulling her against him, noses touching. “You’re the woman we love. You do so much for our family. You’ve had three kids within four years. You had our perfect son this year. You’re an amazing mother. You’re the best wife to us. And… it’s your birthday.” He kisses her, deep, the tears halted. Besides why was she crying on her birthday. Jaela grips his tie, losing herself to Drake’s lips until Liam brushes a strand of hair away from her face and then she turns into his embrace, whispering her thank you's a million times over. 

Jaela’s still kissing Liam when Drake presses behind her, lightly grinding his hips against her ass and she groans, pushing back. Drake’s breath is against her ear, neither her— nor Liam— stopping the kiss. Drake’s hot tongue traces the curve of her ear, and he’s stiffening against her ass, between the layers of fabric, his blue suit and her black and red dress. 

She cups Liam, boldly, and he moans, tugging on her lip. It’s crazy to Jaela that only a few months ago, they wouldn’t do… this. Sharing their affection and love with each other so freely. Of course, that was before the threesomes. Before Drake and Liam admitted their love and they all fell in love a billion times over. Still falling, perhaps. Nobody wanted jealousy, keeping kisses chaste and boundaries set. But now… she’s never been happier. Happy birthday to her, indeed. 

“As much as I love this,” Drake whispers and Liam breaks the kiss, lips swollen. “We’re going to be late to our reservation if we keep this up. Besides…” He snakes a up to her chest, squeezing her breast. Liam chuckles at her sharp intake of breath. “Tonight’s all about you, Abdi. We have all the time in the world after dinner…”

“Mmhm. We’re at your command, Jaela,” Liam adds and deep shiver courses through her, fire already building in anticipation. One part of her wants to say screw it and to have them pleasure here all night in this hotel room, not caring about how loud she is— because there’s no children who could hear— because ever since they gave into the temptation of sharing each others bodies with each other all at once, she’s addicted to the thrill and love with their threesomes, happening more frequently then the one on one lovemaking. “You two will do anything for me?” She breathes, Drake fetching her clutch for the fancy dinner. They nod, and Drake hands it to her and Jaela holds it tightly, the two rings on her fingers— Liam’s and Drake’s— shine in the motion. Anything….

“Anything for you, Abdi.”

“Promise.”

And the possibilities are endless, but— for right now— she takes Liam’s hand and they walk out together to the night, pretending that her and Liam are the happy couple and Drake’s just their friend— yet, it doesn’t stop the three from sharing a look when the hostess double checking that there’s only three of them… or Drake and Liam’s hand on each thigh in the middle of the restaurant in downtown Seattle, her breathing hitching the higher they rise in tandem.

“Boys…” she whispers, her hand on theirs, their fingertips digging into her flesh. Drake’s hand slipped under the slit, dangerously close to her thong, heat pooling faster every second. He brushes his fingertips in lazy circles, smirking. Jaela glances around, making sure that no eyes are on them in the dim restaurant. None are. Yet. “We’re in public…”

They both lean in when she removes her hands from theirs, their hands dancing up—higher— and Jaela shifts to allow her dress to be pushed up… just a bit more…. “I thought you liked it when we tease you in public, Abdi.”

“Yes but… fuck!”

They’re not even touching her there, the heat of their fingers hovering just over her thong, over the sensitive flesh. She grips her chair, face warm as wandering eyes make their way to them. Yet, the men don’t pull away as eyes drift towards them— then away— probably connecting the dots but Jaela doesn’t give a damn, pushing her hips forward, jolts of electricity at their touch over the wet lace. Liam leans in and both men press down their index fingers over her clit— and she wants them to so desperately push it aside, there’s a tablecloth covering everything, anyways. “Already so wet for us,” Liam whispers, then removes his finger. 

Drake follows suit and she groans, holding on to both of their arms. “You two know how wet you make me. Now finger fuck me here until I—“

“… And here’s your dessert,” says the waitress, setting down the decadent looking chocolate cake, drizzled with artisan lines of chocolate syrup and a strawberry reduction. She leaves in a hurry, avoiding their eyes.  

Jaela shifts down her dress, face on fire while Drake and Liam smirk, clinking their whiskeys together. “Proud?” Jaela whispers, offering a spoon to each man. They deny it and lean in close again. There’s definitely eyes on them, but Jaela doesn’t care. Or give a fuck of any sort. It’s her birthday. She’s maybe a bit tipsy. She loves these men with all her heart and then some. Why would she care if people judge her for opening her heart to more love than she thought was possible? 

“You’re our dessert tonight, Abdi,” Drake breaths— and Jaela almost— almost— asks for the check then and there… but the chocolate cake is damn good. Not as good as knew what was to come, however. 

* “Drakkeeeeee… you’re too drunk too— ooh!” And he stands, Jaela on his back, her shoes in Liam’s hand as they walk uphill, her feet killing. They could have taken a Dryve, but Jaela insisted that she wanted to smell the ocean and to enjoy the breeze and to hear the sounds of the city. She misses New York— and Cordonia— their small town so quiet. And the men have no choice but to listen to her wills and to help her in the final stretch to the hotel, city evolped in darkness and motion and music of the night. 

“Nope. Not at all, Abdi. Rather get drunk from…” A group of teens pass and he shuts his mouth, all three giggling when she taps his shoulder. 

“Langauge, Walker. Don’t want to scar anymore children besides our own—“ Liam winces, rubbing the back of his neck. “Think they’ll forget that?” Jaela eyes carefully when they turn how Drake reaches out his hand to Liam’s. Not interlocking their hands… but there’s a linger touch, fingertips refusing to leave each other. Her heart swells, smile growing. 

“I mean… we had to explain to Tomás and Allie that you two are like Mommy and Daddy, too, and love each other. They either didn’t care, already knew— somehow—, or understood. This…” Jaela squeezes Drake’s chest, nuzzling the back of his neck, swinging her legs. “This is their normal, you know. Besides, every kid might… hear a little more than they should…”

“Or open the door…”

“It’s not like we were having sex or anything, you know….”

“Just… naked cuddling. Still. Scarring,” Liam finishes with an eyeroll, but a smirk on his lips. He meets her eyes and kisses her, hand on her back. She could banter with them forever, but Liam and Drake release hands when they enter the lobby of their hotel, drawing a curious stare from reception… but otherwise, Jaela has one eye on the prize: their room, thong soaked— again. 

* Liam’s hands cover her eyes— but— not for much longer, the hotel door opened and they walk in, Jaela breathless in antiquation. Drake nearly dropped her and ran when they entered the hallway, Liam having a knowing look on his face, keeping her ass against his pelvis as they walked, her heart nearly beating out of its chest. “It’s not much,” Drake starts as Liam lowers his hands. “But we wanted to make going to a hotel a little more special for you.”

“I’m sure it’s— oh my god, it’s perfect!” Her breath catches for a moment. The lights are dimmed and candles are lit on the table, an opened bottle of champagne in the middle. There’s soft music playing, too, room smelling of cloves and cinnamon— her favorite. Drake grins, holding out a glass of champagne for her and Liam, taking his own when they accept. 

Before they clink, Jaela gives each man a deep, lasting kiss. Liam’s kiss— more gentle, but with intensity— and Drake’s, rougher, but with the same intensity as Liam. Different. Perfect. 

Jaela holds up and her flute, chin tilted, diamonds sparkling under the warm light of the hotel room on this perfect night, moon shining high in the sky. “To the men who I love… and who gave me a perfect, perfect birthday.”

They clink, sipping— well, she finishes her in one go. It’s great and all but… “You sure it’s perfect, already, my Queen?” Liam asks while Drake downs his own glass. Liam’s pupils expand when he sets down the half empty flute and steps to her, eyes traveling down to her cleavage. Jaela can’t help but suck in a breath and meet him, his hands cupping her ass. Drake smirks, glass empty and on the table in a flash. He stands behind her, hands at the zipper of her dress, tugging her closer— thrills running down her spine at the pull. 

“I guess…” she whispers, Drake’s lips at her neck as he begins to unzip her. “It could be better….”

“How so?” Liam questions before his own lips press against her neck, too, their tongues on her skin, teeth nipping each side, the two of them pleasuring her in the same place… just… indescribable. She can only moan and throw her head back, Liam smacking her ass in response, squeezing it hard. Drake’s halfway down. Halfway to heaven. 

“You… you said you’d do anything…”

“Mmmhmm,” they answer, zipper at the bottom. Together, they push off her sleeves, the dress falling at her feet to leave her only in the black thong they both love to see her in, driving them wild with lust and passion and fire each time she wears it. Drake pulls on the thong while Liam reaches a hand down and slips it between her thighs, pausing his kissing when he touches her. “Feel how wet she is, Drake….”

“With pleasure,” he says and slides a hand around, groaning against her skin. Jaela bite her lip and Liam raises his head to meet her eyes, his pupils completely blown out. The sensation of both their fingers over her clit— thong pushed to the side— is nothing new. But…. Jaela rolls her hips and Liam slips two fingers in her, meeting Drake’s eyes as he circles her clit. She knows that look between them. What they want. 

Something she said no to time and time again… because she's unsure. But now… but now…. Liam curls his fingers and she melts, back against Drake’s clothed chest. He tweaks a nipple, circling her clit faster, finger slipping— because she’s dripping, thinking of what she wants. What they want. Jaela’s eyelids flutter open and Liam tilts her chin down, thumb dragging down her lower lip. “You look you like you want to tell us what you want…”

“Mm…” she manages, Drake’s other hand sliding down from her chest, down her side, over the stretch marks, and down the curve of her ass. 

“Then…” Liam continues, while Drake’s finger touches Liam’s pumping ones— only for a moment— before he drags it back up, a line of a her juices following— then he circles her other hole— one they explored, so that wasn’t new but… at once? This was. “Tell us,” he says, huskily, kissing a line up her jaw to her ear, capturing the lobe between his teeth, thumb on her clit as Drake carefully inserts a finger, taking his time.

Jaela grips Liam’s sides, eyes widening at the sensation, Liam slowing his pace as she adjusts to the new feeling of them both… both… fingering her in a new, unexplored way. “I want you both,” she breathes. “At the same… same time—oh shit, Liam, Drake I’m—“

And they only press against her as she comes, holding her up. Drake removes his hand, the smiles unmistakeable on their faces. “You sure?” Liam asks, bringing his fingers to Drake’s mouth, Drake humming as he tastes her through Liam. “We won’t if you’re unsure, Jaela.”

But she shakes her head, already missing the feeling of them both in her at the same time— and that was only their fingers. What more could they do with…. She shudders as the last wave of orgasm crests, leaving her weak in the knees. “No, no… I don’t. I want to try it and see…. Besides….” She turns her head to Drake, his eyes nearly black, too. “You two have been so wonderful and patient with me and I know you want this… so… it’s the only way I can repay—“

“It’s your birthday,” Drake says, guiding her to the bed and gently pushing her back down on it. Jaela raises herself on her elbows, watching them undress each other, anticipation building in her core again. “You don’t owe us anything.” “Well… how about I say that I want to feel both of your dicks at the same time in me because what you just did there was fucking hot?”

They toss their ties to the side at the same time, turning to her, completely naked and both hard as hell. “That works. It’s your birthday. Its our job to make it everything you didn’t even know you wanted.”

And like that, her thong is off and Liam reaches her lips first, the two moving in tandem as he lays her down, grinding against her on the bed, their bare flesh meeting, chest to chest. Drake chuckles, pushing her legs apart, wrapping his arms around her thighs to keep her ass at the edge of the bed, mouth on her slit, licking, circling— everything to make her rock her hips against his mouth as Liam instantly kissed her lips, neck— then full breasts, capturing a nipple in his mouth. 

Jaela moans, pressing his head harder against her chest, eyes shut tight as they give her the pleasure that she imagines only a goddess can feel, two pairs of a lips against her, tongues dancing across delicate flesh reserved for them, and only them, four palms sliding across her skin, heavy and heady, fingertips digging into her flesh one moment— then sending delicate sparks with a barely there touch, circling the skin. 

At some point, Jaela doesn’t know how long it’s been or if she’s came once or twice on Drake’s tongue, Drake raises his head and kisses her stomach, fingers drawing lines along the marks there, from James, their son— the catalyst to everything that the three became. Liam moves on the bed, body off of hers, and watches Drake too, smiling. Jaela reaches down, stroking his hair at his tender love, in this moment. “I’ll get the lube,” Liam whispers, brushing her cheeks then gets off the bed. 

Drake looks up, lips still on the skin. “You don’t think these are… gross or ugly or…”

“What? No, never,” he says, then pulls himself up to her, smiling, fingers tracing her cheekbones. “They’re beautiful. They mean… they mean you made me a dad. Liam, too. That you completed our family.”

“Drake…” She wants to cry again, but holds back her tears, quiet in the moment, just looking into his eyes— the ones that love her no matter what. “No crying on your birthday, Abdi,” he breathes, then leans in. “Can I tell you a secret?” She nods, holding him closer to her. “I fall in love more and more with you everyday, more than I thought possible, when I see you with James. You’re incredible. I don’t regret a second of everything that happened. Do you?”

Jaela smiles against his hair, nodding. “Not a second. I love you… so, so much, Drake.”

“I love you with everything, Jaela. I’ve never been happier… though…” He pulls back and starts to get off the bed, sinking to his knees. “This might make me a bit happier, if that’s even possible.”

“But you just— oh! Oh… shit…” She grips the sheets, eyes shut as Drake rims her. Once more, not a new sensation— but completely new when she senses that Liam’s over her— except, this time, his mouth is on her clit, seven inch dick brushing her cheek. And it’s back— that sensation. Like it’s almost too much with their expert tongues… but not enough, Liam muttering how good she tastes against her, while Drake’s slips up and down, from her dripping core to her ass, their foreheads touching as they pleasure Jaela to past the point of no return, only Drake’s hands keeping her hips in place. 

Jaela can’t even reciprocate for Liam at their circling tongues— then, Drake’s fingers, stretching her, preparing. Hands up, Jaela’s painted nails dig into Liam’s ass as she’s about to come and— “Get on your knees, Jaela,” Drake commands, voice hoarse and low— and Jaela has no choice but to listen, not even upset that she didn’t come. 

“Over me,” Liam offers, laying down. Jaela obeys, body backing away from the edge of orgasm, a dreamy smile on her lips, collapsing into Liam’s strong arms for a brief moment while Drake applies to lube and lifts her ass. Liam kisses the top of her head, then tilts her chin up— and brings his lips to her ear. “You know that you’re my Queen, even if we’re here? That you’ll always be my Queen— no matter where we are. You’re incredible, Jaela. Stunning. I love you so, so much.”

“I love you too, Liam… my King,” she whispers back and then raises herself, Drake positioned behind her. There’s excitement, a happy, sex drunk buzz throughout her body, but a nervousness, too. Liam and Drake seem to sense it for Liam rubs her arm while Drake doesn’t enter her, only gently keeps the tip of his dick against her ass. 

Drake’s hand splays on her tailbone, thumb creating lazy circles. “I’ll go first, Jaela. Then… when you’re ready for Liam… let him know and he’ll go, okay? You can tell us to stop at anytime.”

She nods and half smiles, butterflies in her stomach, like the first time she realized she loved Liam and Drake back in Cordonia, thinking there could only be one. “Sounds like you two have been planning this for a while.”

“We’ve… hoped you’d agree to this, one day. There was no rush. Ready, Jaela?”

And, she nods, looking Liam deep in the eyes, his arms around her as Drake enters her, stretching her in ways she first thought would be the fullest she would feel, feeling every single inch of him. The lube helps, but she still winces until he’s completely in, holding her hips tight. Liam only watches her face, not daring to break her gaze when Drake begins to pull out, just as slow— to the head— then pushes back in, groaning. “You’re always so tight….”

“I love that, too,” Liam says, brushing back her hair, lifting his head to kiss her nose. Jaela only focuses on Liam’s blue eyes— so dark with lust right now— and how Drake’s cock feels in her ass, loving it, even if she needs a minute to adjust… but Liam gives her the comfort and additional pleasure, his hand between her legs, tantalizing her clit as Drake picks up his pace, getting loud— as he always did when they did anal. 

Yet, she’s quiet, focusing Liam: his eyes, his lips on hers, his hands on her body and how his erect dick brushes at her entrance as Drake fucks her from behind, already so full. But can she take more? Can she… if she just…. Jaela pulls from Liam’s lips, the tender look gone in her eyes, only lust there. “Fuck me too,” she says. Drake hits her ass and Liam perks up, sliding hands down her curves, then positioning himself. Drake slows, then stops, holding his breath.

“Ready?”

“Don’t make the birthday girl ask twice.”

“As you wish, my Queen.”

And like that, and with some maneuvering from Drake and Jaela, Liam enters her with ease, slipping between her slick folds— and fuck, she’s in heaven, jaw dropped and speechless at the pure sensation of both men. She expects a smarts response, or something suave from one of them, but when she manages to look at both of them— they’re in bliss. They’re all in pure bliss, frozen in the moment of Jaela being completely and utterly touched and filled with every ounce of their love that, that no one can move. Can say anything other than— “Please, fuck me—“

And thats all it takes for Drake to move first, then Liam follows. It’s awkward at first— no matter how amazing it feels, two dicks in her, not evening needing to touch herself, body pushed the edge within seconds. But she’s going to last—needs to last, because this moment could last forever. Soon, however, they move in near unison, and all three are loud, shouting each other’s names, her body pressed against Liam’s as they fuck her. 

Drake’s hand winds in her hair— then he pulls on her hair, eliciting a yelp of surprise and pleasure from her. Drake chuckles, sound barely heard from Liam’s shout, hands trying to pull her hips more on his dick, but Drake pulls her back, up on her knees and wraps an arm around her waist, kissing her neck. They pause, but then find another rhythm, Jaela’s shouts silencing in favor of throwing her head back, rendered nearly speechless at the pressure, the pure fullness, of them fucking her like she was always too scared to try. Why was she scared? Drake slips a hand down to her clit, fire exploding everywhere and everything all at once. Sweat lines their bodies, but none care, through the pleasures of their joined flesh, bed not creaking like the king at home. “Dra-Drake,” Jaela struggles to say, Liam moaning over her desperate gasps. “I’m going to c-come—“

In an instant, he presses harder and licks her earlobe. “Come on his dick for me. I love watching his face when you come on him.”

And that’s all it takes for her, screaming, Drake covering her mouth, but then letting her lower herself to Liam— truly, a wondrous look in his eyes as her walls tighten around his dick. Jaela only smiles, body so sore and spent— but she can’t have her birthday and not have them come, the men who made everything special, their happy little world unique their own. 

So, she places her hands on Liam’s chest to her elbows and looks him in the eye, knowing how close he is to losing it himself, head thrown back— Drake increasing his pace and Liam following, harder, faster, Jaela’s hand between her legs until— seconds after each other, they come, Jaela hoping for soundproof walls.  

Drake removes himself, but Liam’s still in her when she collapses on Liam’s chest, and Drake on her back, their eyes shut, chest rising and falling. Finally, Liam softening enough to pull out, her body already missing the feeling of double penetration— one that pushed her to new heights, new highs… new addictions— no matter how easily she could get it. She wants more but…. Drake rolls to his side and brings Jaela with his, arm over his eyes. “Holy shit. I never came that hard.

“Me either.” 

Jaela smirks and laughs quietly. “No... you haven’t. Was that another birthday present?”

Liam looks at this watch, then kisses her forehead. “It’s two am. Your birthday’s been long over.” 

Jaela fake pouts. “But…”

“I don’t think we need your birthday to fuck you like that again, Abdi.”

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