#pats him on the head. precious boy. precious boy forever.

[sttoru]

‘the markings engraved on the wood hold unspoken memories; ones that will last forever.’

☀︎｜tags. dad!toji x female reader. fluff. you’re married. based on a request i got a while back; reader and toji marking megumi’s changes in height throughout the years to record how much he’s grown.

“oh, it’s already time to do that stuff ‘gain, huh?” toji grunts as he was lazily slumping back on the couch — rough hand cradling the head of his three year old son.

megumi was surprisingly quiet whilst laying on top of toji’s chest. the reason why probably being the dancing fruits and vegetables on the television. those videos was pure entertainment for the little guy.

toji’s eyes follow your movements as you grabbed a sharpie and walked towards the door of the living room. you had purposefully grabbed the special sharpie that existed only to fulfil one, sole task;

which was to mark megumi’s current height on the doorframe.

“yep.” you nod enthusiastically. you were excited to see how much megumi had grown since the last time you measured his height. it was a fun thing to do, yet also bittersweet.

toji looks down at the little boy on his chest. he grins like a proud dad once he notices how content megumi was in his embrace, “c’mon, bud. y’r momma wants to see how much bigger and stronger you grew.”

megumi’s attention was instantly drawn to you at the words uttered to him. in a sudden burst of energy, he jumps off toji’s torso — running your way. he was bouncing up and down like his favorite candy was about to get handed out.

“alright, alright.” you giggle softly and tenderly rub megumi’s cheeks with your fingers. toji gets up from the couch and joins the two of you, crossing his arms over his chest whilst leaning against the wall.

your husband’s focus was elsewhere; his gaze following the previous records that were left on the wooden jamb. there were dates assigned to each line — each holding a precious memory of their own. toji lets out a deep breath, closes his eyes and allows all the happy memories to flood back into his mind for a good moment.

he can’t stop the fond smile from forming on his face as he squats down to megumi’s level, “i bet ya grew a lot considering how much veggies y’ve been eatin lately.”

“yeah! big boy!” megumi grins back at toji — his playful grin resembling your husband’s. his tiny hands pat his belly, causing both his parents to laugh at his actions.

you pull off the cap from the sharpie and properly align your toddler against the doorframe. toji helped megumi stay still for the sake of measuring his height as accurately as possible.

you try to get the perfect dot right atop of megumi’s head. once you get it, you draw a straight line from that point to the end of the jamb. it’s then that you notice the difference between the previous blue line and the newest one you had just placed on the wood.

you stay silent for a few seconds after taking the tip of the sharpie away from the door jamb. there it was; that bittersweet look in your eyes. one that toji knew very well. he understands your emotions and doesn’t ever invalidate them since he feels the same deep within.

that beautiful and proud yet also surprisingly sad feeling. the one you get when you realise just how fast time flies.

“mama! mama! look!” megumi excitedly points out the obvious difference between the two lines, clapping his hands out of pure delight, “i’m shtronger! bwigger!”

the pure face of joy that megumi made, was enough to put a smile on your face as well. you instantly scoop your son up in your arms and hug him tightly to your body. megumi’s nose scrunches up, left cheek squished against your chest with a faint giggle escaping his lips.

toji’s expression was one of content in the meantime. a content man whom had finally found the reason as to why life was worth living.

his hand reaches out, index finger curling around the collar of megumi’s shirt from behind. he gives it a small yank as if trying to catch the boy’s attention. once toji gains exactly that — he opens his arms and motions for a hug;

“what ‘bout papa, kid?” your husband raises an eyebrow. he tries hard to fake a pout, though only ends up looking quite silly, “can papa get a big ol’ h—”

before toji could finish his sentence, megumi unexpectedly jumps into his arms. this causes toji to actually stumble back — falling out of his squat and into a sitting position on the floor. that was quite the surprise, but, a pleasant one it sure was.

the dark-haired man rolls his eyes before nuzzling his nose into megumi’s hair. his strong arms engulf the toddler completely—not wanting to let go any time soon.

“y’re gonna need to eat a lot more so you can grow up ‘n be as tall as me.” toji teases after a few seconds of comfortable silence. he squeezes megumi’s cheek and looks down at him fondly, “i’m sure you’ll even outgrow me ‘n your momma one day.”

the mention of your son one day growing up and becoming taller than you makes that solemn look return to your eyes. your bottom lip sticks out and your eyebrows furrow.

toji notices and regrets saying what he said whilst already knowing you were in a sentimental mood. plus, you always got even more emotional when talking about how quick megumi was growing up. it was like he was a newborn just yesterday.

“wah! mama. . .”

even megumi notices the change in your expression and he huffs. his eyes dart back towards his dad’s and his tiny fists (softly) land on toji’s chest twice. like he was giving out a punishment for ‘upsetting’ you.

“papa make mama sad! papa bad!” megumi sticks his tongue out at toji and runs back towards you — tiny arms circling your neck as he clings onto you in hopes to make you feel better.

your son’s cute antics were enough to lighten up the mood, causing both toji and you to laugh again. even if a tear had already rolled down your cheek from before.

you were about to wipe it away yourself, though was stopped by two hands: a large one and a small one. one belonging to toji and the other to megumi.

“aht aht,” toji narrows his eyes at his kid, “i’m the one who made y’r momma cry, so i gotta be the one comfortin’ her to make it right.”

“no! papa made mama sad. i make mama happy ‘gain. not papa.” megumi does the same back, though adds fuel to the fire by sticking his tongue out like earlier.

and. . . there they go again.

your husband and son go back and forth about who gets to wipe your tear away and comfort you. you knew toji was competitive - even with his own son - but it was funny to see how he still argued with a three year old like it was some serious business.

you couldn’t even be sad any longer as the squabbling makes you giggle — though also leaves you with a giddy feeling in your chest.

time seems to slow down when you’re engrossed in rememberable moments like these.

and all you could do was wish that they would last forever.

#sttoru writes. #jjk x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #toji x reader #jjk fluff #jjk x you #toji x you #jjk x y/n #toji x y/n #BLEGH i hate the ending but.. 🤷🏽‍♀️

[ilylovelyz]

⍣ ೋ Running

˚ · . bokuto x afab!reader

: ̗̀➛ bokuto is a huge baby + lover boy, takes place during the timeskip (like he's 22-24), just a bunch of fluff, kinda angsty wtf, non descriptive sexual details, mentions of a non-descriptive illness, mentions of pregnancy + birth, ermmm mentions of going to the bathroom 😭, this was kinda shit lmaoso

run, running all the time.

it's one of his favorite activities, enjoying the way the breeze feels against his bare skin.

he likes to run at various times a day, usually in the morning or at night to release some steam or to prepare himself for the day.

during these various long runs of his, he would think about various things.

bokuto was always one to fall in love easily.

he fell in love, quickly, and harshly with every single person he ever dated. his mind would always be plagued with thoughts of "this one could be the one," no matter how early in the relationship he might be with them.

he never learned his lesson about falling in love easily, always ending up heartbroken after being dumped for being "too clingy."

eventually, after his third relationship, be began to see himself as the issue, before just giving up on dating all together to focus more on himself and volleyball.

he thought that he'd maybe end up marrying a volleyball or something, destined to be alone for the rest of his life. that thought scared him intensely. like an actual owl, he longed for a lifelong partner, he couldn't see himself living alone as an old man in the future.

just the imagine of him sitting alone at an empty dinner table eating barbecue alone made him want to cry.

boy, did he feel so relieved to meet you during the end of his second year.

just like all of his previous girlfriends, he fell in love quickly, practically head over heels in love with you. but, for some reason, it just felt so.. different with you.

he couldn't quite to put his finger on it, all he knew was that you stuck out like a sore thumb, the atmosphere with you a stark contrast compared to his previous partners.

it was around the third month mark (the usual time his partners dumped him) was when he totally expected you to break up with him, and was actually mentally preparing for it. but, much to his surprise, the third month came and went, and his relationship with you grew and stayed.

while you didn't know why, but he was so overjoyed just at that, the next few months following he was 10x more clingy and happy, just so over the moon that you stayed with him. him, he's the one you chose, out of all the people. he would think that on repeat during his morning runs, just urging him to work harder to impress you, to make you proud.

he didn't even notice it, but eventually a year passed, he was too enamored with you to notice the time passing. he almost grew sad at that, only soothing when you allowed him to cuddle you. "i just want to stay with you forever," he would confess during his sad realizations, not ready for these precious times to fly by.

his burly arms would trap you against him, afraid of letting go. "don't worry, i'm not going anywhere, but i might if you don't let me breathe." you would tease, hand patting his forearm in hopes of him releasing his mighty grip around you. of course, why would you leave him? there's not a single bad flaw about him, not a particular reason for anyone to hate him.

but to bokuto, there just might be many.

fat tears run down his cheeks, nostrils leaking mucus onto the cold ground below him while he grovels at your feet. he's frantic, hysterical almost. he almost lost an important match, and yet he's apologizing to you for some reason.

he's so sorry that he's fallen, embarrassed at the way a silly mistake could've costed him his team, his school, and somehow you. he feels like he's failed his coach, team, school, just everyone. you look down at him bewildered, while he's shown you all of his many emotions, you've never seen him cry like this before, especially before you at your feet.

you're quick to get onto your knees, hands rubbing softly against his broad back. you smile softly at him, wondering where all of these silly thoughts came from. "you're so silly, kou. i'm not going anywhere, i promise," you whisper, placing a much needed kiss against the shell of his ear.

it's during moments like those, does he really just love you for simply existing. it's when you somehow hold his heavy body against your much smaller one, when you treat him so lovingly, is when he knows that you're the only one for him.

he wants the soft moments like those to last forever. he wants to feel the soft blooming feeling of your lips pressing against his skin, like the sun beaming it's warmth on him during a warm sunny day.

he hopes you don't let him fall out of love, though, he doesn't see himself falling out of love with you anytime soon.

he's running, running as fast as he can at the end of his morning run towards his home, towards the home he now shares with his beloved fiancé, you. just seeing his and your name on the house's name plate as his chest bubbling up with excitement.

he almost trips over his own feet while fumbling with the laces of his running shoes before he's impatiently running over to the master-bedroom, eyes gleaming at the sight of his own personal sleeping beauty. "good morning y/n-chan!" he practically yells, climbing onto the bed with haste, not wasting a second to kiss your still sleepy face.

there's dried drool on your chin, lips cracked and dry, hair untamed and messy, and yet he still considers you the most beautiful woman he's ever seen. he holds you close to him, still sweaty, but you don't fight it. he's warm, a nice perk of him being a physical large male athlete.

"hey, are you 'gunna join me on my run later?" he asks impatiently. he loves running with you, even though you have to have plenty of breaks, and considerably slow him down but he still loves your presence and enjoys one-sided races with you. "another one..? you were just on a run weren't ya?" you mumble out, face mushed against his broad chest.

"it's important to stay active, y/n-chan. please! you haven't gone with me for awhile!" he whines, one of his hands coming up to move your hair from your face, unintentionally revealing the leftover love bruises from the previous night on your neck. he thinks back to the night with amusement, remembering happily as he spent it at your whim, practically worshipping you like a goddess at the feel him deep within you.

you scoff teasingly at his dramatics, "i went with you on one like, a few days ago. sigh, gee, i guess i'll go today." he gleaming with that, placing excited kisses all over your face before kissing your chapped lip's happily. you can only grin into the kiss, eyebrow arching with surprise when the kiss is quickly deepened.

later that night, as he planned and begged, you join him on his run. you're much inexperienced compared to his years of running, but he doesn't seem to care, or even notice, as he's encouraging you and praising you when you somehow make it to his breaks.

he looks at you, sweaty and almost about to pass out, with a prideful smirk, thinking to himself how lucky he is to get such a talented women to choose him as your lover.

towards the end of the run, your legs are wobbly as you struggle to keep up with him. he notices, albeit not knowing it's because your mentally and physically struggling to keep up, so he takes your hand within his, fingers squeezing encouragingly around yours.

while the two of you are running, he turns back to look at you with that bright smile of his. "keep holding my hand, so we don't get separated!"

years pass, much against bokuto's will. however, he copes well with it when you soon fall pregnant with him for the first time. when you first told him, he was absolutely beaming, jumping around like a small child and boasting to everyone within ear shot about how he's going to be a father to your child.

however, that excitement soon fades when you come down with a sudden illness towards the end of your pregnancy. he doesn't remember what illness it exactly is, nor does he really want to search it up and look at it's possible grim details. all he knows that for the last few months of your pregnancy, was that he was a total wreck.

you were completely bed ridden, so sick you couldn't even walk on your own feet. he didn't mind accompanying you to the toilet, happily volunteering to carry you and sit on the bath's ledge while you peed just in case. hell, he'll wipe your ass if he has to, if it's for you.

while you slept, all he would do was sit at the bedside, waiting for the minute you woke up. he did nothing in particular then except pray, wishing for you to get better quickly.

he just wants you to be the one he needs, be the one he trusts most. you're his source of determination, happiness and just everything good in life. he doesn't want you to stop inspiring him, he wants you to encourage him and lead him on for the rest of his life.

when you gave birth, it was all but calm. it was entirely chaotic, it left him trembling and almost crying at the way you gave up multiple times due to the excruciating amount of pain you were in.

the day beforehand, he took a much needed run while you were sleeping. yet, during the entire time, what usually was a calming stress reliever for him, almost had him stopping not even halfway into it. he was purged with concerned thoughts, all of which were about your wellbeing. he constantly checked his phone to see if you had texted or called him, only continuing when he saw that you hadn't.

sometimes it's hard to keep on running. the two of you worked so hard to keep it going. he didn't know if he would be able to continue happily with life if something bad happened to you. when he returned to your bedside, still in deep sleep, he couldn't help but shed a tear. his hand cradled your own within his, praying silently, don't make me want to give up.

he really hoped the two of you would make it. eventually after a long 36 hour labor, did you finally give birth to your babygirl. she was somehow healthy and full-term, just everything he had hoped for.

following the birth, your own health had improved as well, and while it took awhile, you were eventually joining him on his morning runs as well.

he looked back at you while running, still taking your still fragile health in mind. his hand holding yours, encouraging you to continue, holding your hand so the two of you wouldn't get separated.

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[reallyromealone]

Hello there!

I thought of a cute scenario a couple days ago and wanted to send it to you then but your asks were closed. So here I am, ominously crawling out of the bushes like some Lovecraftian horror to ask you this.

Can you write Bonten with a child reader that makes them something during arts and crafts class!

Like; a warped modeling clay ashtray for Takeomi, a too small felt eyepatch for Kakucho, a messily beaded bracelet that spells "kill all traitors" for Sanzu, a dried mochi made of playdough for Mochizuki, a papermache name placard for Koko's desk, a poorly drawn picture of a dog for Rindou, a construction paper card for Ran and a macaroni heart for Mikey.

You can do all of them, one of them, a few of them and even none of them; whatever you're comfortable with.

Please and thank you, regardless of if you decide to write this or not; you just reading it was a kind enough gesture to be honest. Have a wonderful morning/afternoon/evening/night!

Absolutely this is adorable

🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐

Father's day.

Something Bonten didn't think about before (name), the three year old starting preschool and boy did he have his work cut out for him.

Thankfully they were doing many fathers day activities in his preschool, the Bonten men putting in crazy money for the highest education thru could give their little one.

"Hewr papa, a neck-o-lass" (name) said handing Koko a painted macaroni necklace that was frankly tragic looking but Koko thought it was absolutely precious.

"An ass-tray!" (Name) proudly presented the frankly fucked up looking ashtray to Takeomi as the men tried to not bust out laughing at what the boy said "Ash Tray (name), and thank you" (name) smiled at the praise and the head pat before going to the next father in the list: Mikey.

It was again macaroni art, on construction paper was a glittery macaroni mess shaped like a heart with a 'i Lov Yu papa!' At the bottom and Mikey silently cooed at it "thank you (name)" he said softly and (name) continued his mission.

"Moh-cheey for you papa!" (Name) handed Mochi a lump of clay with glitter and a smiley face on it "very unique bud, thank you" it was ugly as hell and it was in fact going on his home office desk.

"We made bacelets" (name) handed Sanzu a pipe cleaner bracelet with poorly put on beats and it was ill fitting but the words "cool papa" warmed his heart "thank you.." when he had the chance he planned to replace it with a more durable bracelet strap.

He wanted to keep this forever.

Bonten tried not to laugh at Kakuchos gift, a poorly shaped felt eyepatch glued together.

"For your ouchie!"

"...thanks..."

"Ok this is being used for work" Koko said holding the cardboard name plate with "papa" written in crayon and stickers on it.

"This is going on the fridge!" Rindō said at the shitty drawing of their dog Coconut, looked like a bunch of scribbles but the "Koko-nut" on top dignified what it was.

Ran followed with his construction paper card and (name) beamed at their praise "now, why don't we go out to eat, hm?"

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers fluff #male reader #bonten x reader #child male reader

[anchoeritic]

「 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐞. 」

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: carmen berzatto x fem!reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: mentions of food, she/her pronouns, pet names: baby, sweetheart, bear. lil bit of kissing, carm being a precious boy.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: in which his only comfort is found within you.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: first carmen berzatto fic, eeeek.

“Carmy, baby,” She stifled out a laugh, pushing his shoulder.

“Does it hurt to cheer up a bit, even just for me?” With a soft pat, she wrapped her arms his waist, hugging him from behind.

He stayed quiet, the stirs of his wooden spoon cutting through the thick, silent tension. It was another one of those days; he couldn’t bring himself to do much.

"I love you."

It was like the only person he could bring himself to be around was her. She was the one person he wouldn't mind spilling his guts to — quite literally physically and vocally.

Whenever she laid her eyes on him, it takes him back to the night they met.

She made him feel like everything was okay. Whether it was running into some type of debt, being drained out after a long day, she made him feel like he was at least human.

"You're not a robot, Carm, So don't expect yourself to work like one." His girlfriend would tell him before pressing warm kisses to his rosy cheeks.

Reassurance. That was his comfort; his favourite kind. The only one that actually worked for him, and she was fucking good at it.

Why? Because she truly believes that he deserves more recognition than he gets. He deserves the love he lacks of giving himself.

"C'mon, baby!" She tried to cheer him up, swaying her hips to the melody of Frank Sinatra's "My Funny Valentine".

Clasping her hands over his stomach, she held him tightly, trying to make him dance with her.

"Each day is Valentine's day..." The vinyl spun slowly, letting the music play. "Is your figure less than Greek?"

Closing his eyes, he felt the music flow through his soul, allowing himself just fall free into the peaceful abyss of your arms wrapped around him. A small smile was set on his lips as he began to dance with her, placing the spoon onto the counter.

"Is your mouth a little weak," she sang quietly, resting her head on his back. "When you open it to speak?"

It was the nights like this that really brought him happiness. A dinner for two with low dimming lights barely shining down on the two of them as they danced to the gentlest rhythm.

Quickly but softly, he turned around to face her, placing his arms around her waist instead. She smiled when she saw the grin on his face, feeling accomplished.

"I knew you'd break at some point, bear." She teased him, tangling her arms around his neck. "I missed that smile of yours, it felt like forever since I've seen it."

Carmen let out a low chuckle, kissing her temple. "I'm sorry." His heart warmed up at the sound of your light giggles, starting to beat faster for her.

"Don't be," she placed her hand on his cheek, looking at him with sympathetic eyes. "Just, Shh.."

Meeting her doe eyes, he admired every part of her face, falling right back into love. The music drowned into the background, going completely silent for Carmen.

It was only the two of them now, just in each other's presence.

She was something straight out of those silly, little Rom-Coms that Sugar used to watch, the same ones she used to talk about constantly.

Her eyes, lips, her fucking nose, he could go all day just telling everyone how beautiful she truly was. Never in a million years did he expect her to fall in love with him, to be excited to wake up next to him every morning,

She was the missing piece to his complicated puzzle.

The cup of coffee he needed every morning, the adrenaline he craved. He wanted that and he needed her.

The silence was broken when Carmy decided to remind her again, how much he did care for her, even when it doesn't show

He leaned into the warmth of her palm, laying a tender kiss. "I love you." He whispered, tracing circles into her back. "Fuck, I love you more than you know it, sweetheart."

Eventually, their lips melted into one, fitting in perfectly between. Her hands found their way to his hair, running her fingers through his curls as his arms drew her body closer towards his.

Another sweet kiss was shared that night, lasting longer than the previous ones. Engulfed in each other's arms, completely and utterly in love with one another.

Well, that was until their dinner decided to boil over, sending the couple into an unexpected panic.

"Carm, the soup!"

#carmen berzatto #carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto fluff #carmy berzatto #carmy berzatto x reader #the bear hulu #the bear #carmen berzatto smut #carmy berzatto smut

[manjiroscum]

pregnancy diaries: pancakes

summary: the journey of motherhood is never easy from the first morning sickness to when the water suddenly breaks. such precious yet arduous nine months deserve to be recorded for memories.

character/s: bonten!kakucho hitto

warnings: f!reader, mature language, pregnancy, pregnant sex, implied lactation kink, breeding kink, established relationship, mentions of canon-typical violence, mention of blackmail, mentions of adoption, lots of fluff, use of guns/firearms, and use of pet names. Minors do not interact.

masterlist

wc: 5.3k

note: this entry is dedicated to kaku's 1#, bby dawn @lalunanymph 💖

MONTH 0: WEEK 2

Dear duckie, 

How lucky are we to be blessed with you? Your father wouldn’t admit it, but I was pretty sure he shed some tears when I broke the news to him. I’ll admit though that I cried more than he did. Your older brother won't stop asking about you and when you will arrive. He even gave you your little nickname. Your family is super happy to have you, darling.

We all can't wait to meet you, baby duckie.

Kakucho’s steady gaze landed on the five-year-old boy sitting by the coffee table. Aoki was unusually silent as if he was scared to death to make a sound as he played with the toy duck he wouldn't let go of since the day you two brought him home from the orphanage. You had a hunch it was because of the new baby. Normally, he would be running around or asking for sweets. Yet, at the announcement of him becoming an older brother, your son barely made a sound. Your husband must’ve had the same idea since he couldn’t stand the silence, approaching the boy in earnest.

“Aoki,” Kakucho spoke in a gentle tone, his hand gesturing for the boy to come hither. Heart slightly pounding, you watched from the kitchen counter, hands frozen. Your gaze is on the scene unfolding in front of you. Ever since Aoki entered both of your lives, you never wondered what would occur if another addition was added to your little family. It was always three tables in the dining room and you thought it would be that way forever—until the trip to the clinic said otherwise. Surprising as it was, you and Kakucho were ecstatic. However, the slight doubt of Aoki accepting this sudden change was looming above your head along with the joy you felt at that moment.

Luckily, Kakucho was there to ease it away by pressing a kiss on top of the boy’s head. “Aoki, can I ask you a question?” Upon hearing his dad’s words, your son then nodded softly. You found yourself holding your breath as your husband continued. “Are you… scared that the new baby will replace you?”

S-so blunt!

You bit your lower lip, hands resuming cleaning the cabbage as you relied on your sense of hearing. Aoki was probably stunned at his father’s question, yet dared not to make a sound other than to hesitantly nod his head. Kakucho then sighed and reached up to rub his head affectionately. “Why? There’s nothing to be scared of,” he said with a small smile, never ceasing his actions to comfort his son. “There’s no way your mom and I will replace you—you’re our son, our Aoki. That will never change. The new baby is your sibling and will be a part of us, too. And we will love you and the baby the same way. We’re family, remember?”

Perhaps Kakucho’s trait of being straightforward and using a direct way of asking had helped your son in some way because Aoki was nodding eagerly now at what he had just said, and the smile returned to his adorable face. 

“Okay… Can we name the baby ‘duckie’, Papa?” The surprise on both of your faces disappeared as soon as Aoki hugged his toy and adorably grinned. “Duckies are cute, and the baby must be cute. Right?”

Kakucho chuckled and patted his head, nodding along. “Of course. You both are.” Kakucho then took the chance to tickle the boy, hoping it would make the rest of his doubts disappear. Much to your satisfaction, laughter graced the house once more and all was well.

MONTH 1: WEEK 4

Dear tiny duckie, 

Your brother is often asking about you. I can’t wait to take photos of you two together. Your papa and I also can’t keep our excitement from showing. My stomach is slightly bloating now, which reminds me that I must buy new clothes. I feel emotional sometimes whenever I think about you growing inside me. I guess this is how pregnancy can mess with hormones, but it’s alright. Please grow healthy and sound, duckie.

We love you to the moon and back, my little duckie!

“Mama, I can’t hear anything,” Aoki whispered with his ear against your stomach. “Is duckie alright?” You couldn’t help but let out a giggle at his eagerness. Your answer was about to slip past your lips until your gaze landed on the ticking clock on the wall telling you that it was late. Kakucho was still not home. Worry etched your features at the thought of him fighting or possibly doing something risky. While the figures he earned from dirtying his hands in Bonten were enough to sustain your family, there were times when you wished your husband had a different job.

Aoki followed your line of sight and then frowned. It was already ten in the evening. Typically, his father would be home at this hour or earlier to tuck him in. However, Kakucho wasn't.

“Mama, I don’t wanna sleep yet. Wanna wait for Papa.”

At the boy’s statement, you sighed prior to pinching his cheek gently. Knowing this would happen, you shook your head. “No, Aoki. You know you have to wake up early tomorrow because you have school.” He pouted in defiance, still not wanting to yield and go to bed. Holding your ground, you stayed quiet. After a staring contest that lasted only a minute, Aoki gave up and got off the couch. Following suit, you headed to his bedroom right after turning a few lights off. Despite his protests earlier, your son was yawning as soon as his back hit the mattress.

“I know you want Papa to tuck you in, but he’s busy with work. How about I read you a bedtime story, mhm?” You sat on the edge of his bed, eyes scanning the picture books by the nightstand. “How does that sound?”

“Yes, Mama,” Aoki responded softly. His hands pulled up the blanket up to his nose, eyes sparkling as he waited for you to begin. With a fond smile, you grabbed the book entitled Kintaro’s Adventures and flipped to the first page. A few pages later, Aoki was now fast asleep. You set the book down and pressed a kiss on his forehead, about to leave when the bedroom door creaked open. In came Kakucho, his dual-colored eyes scanning the area until his sight landed on you and the sleeping boy.

“Sorry I’m late,” Kakucho mumbled after he closed the distance between you both. You shook your head dismissively, offering him a kiss on the cheek. Your husband chased after your lips which earned him a stifled giggle. “I’ll make sure to be early tomorrow and tuck him in.”

“It’s okay. I’m just glad you’re home, love.”

MONTH 2: WEEK 7

Dear baby duckie,

Mama is feeling more tired lately. I could definitely say I am pregnant now. Morning sickness is worst than ever and I could feel the changes. But I am happy to hear from the doctor that you’re doing fine. I don’t care what happens to my body as long as you’re healthy. Your papa and I are happy to hear that at this stage, your heart has formed. We can’t wait to hear it.

Continue to grow well, my baby duckie.

Manjiro’s sleepy eyes fell on your form, brow raised at your presence. You stood up and gave him a short bow in acknowledgment. He wasn’t expecting you to be here, sitting in the office lobby. Kakucho was just finishing his meeting in the other room, leaving you all by yourself. This did not sit well with Bonten’s leader, especially since he knew you were pregnant. The organization’s headquarters may be a symbol of fear to those who knew, yet within, betrayal could occur anytime. Manjiro would be caught dead rather than leave his pregnant wife all alone. What was his third-in-command thinking?

“What… are you doing here?” he asked, perplexed on whether to head for his meeting or to accompany you until Kakucho comes. Maybe Sanzu can entertain those bastards while he waits with you. “It’s not safe to be here all on your own. I was sure Kakucho knew that.” 

“Don’t worry, Mikey. Kakucho is almost done. He and I are going to pick up our son from kindergarten, you see.” Taking a seat once again, you sheepishly gestured down the hall. “I’m fine on my own, honest. I don’t want to inconvenience you…” you trailed off when Manjiro took the seat beside you. Perhaps the rumors of the great Sano Manjiro only caring for himself held no truth at all. Then again, if that were true, his wife wouldn’t be gushing about him all the time during parties.

“I can wait. As I said, it isn’t safe.”

But damn, you found it so hard to fill in the awkward silence that enveloped the lobby. To count on Mikey to lead the conversation was a hopeless cause for he did not know what else to say. Thankfully, Kakucho was now walking towards you. His stoic face morphed into one of surprise with a mixture of shame. He did not expect his leader to accompany his wife, let alone play bodyguard. The Haitani brothers will never live this down if they would find out. Quick to be by your side, Kakucho’s stonehard facade fell as he regarded his boss with a sheepish look.

“Mikey, I’m sorry—”

“No need for an apology, Kakucho.” Manjiro stood up from the couch, hands in his pockets. “Just be careful next time. Can’t have meaningless trouble.” With that said, Bonten’s leader sauntered off. The two of you stood there for a moment, unsure of what just occurred. You were the first to break the silence, giggling as you poked your husband’s side. Kakucho exhaled aloud, his hand over his heart. Then, his lips broke into a relaxed grin.

“Were you scared, love?”

“Of Mikey? Of course not. It’s just that, for a second there I thought he was gonna fuckin’ berate me,” Kakucho muttered. His hand was placed behind your back as you two headed for the elevator. “He’s been… acting weird since his wife gave birth. But maybe I deserve it. I shouldn’t have really left you in the lobby, safe or not.”

“Why? I was fine on my own,” you reasoned and leaned against him. The warmth he exudes is comforting. “Besides, I think Mikey was just looking out for us.” For emphasis, you rubbed your stomach. Your husband saw and understood what you meant, earning a small laugh from him. 

“I guess so. That's typical of him.”

MONTH 3: WEEK 9

My baby duckie,

Your uncles are so sweet. Maybe a little too much that your papa ends up saying the strangest things. I hope you will understand once you're grown up that him being protective is just his way of saying he loves you. The doctor said you're about the size of a strawberry now. You're so tiny, duckie. I wish I could hold you in my arms and make memories soon. 

Papa and Mama love you so much, our sweet duckie. 

If Kakucho were to be asked back then what he thought of Sanzu Haruchiyo, the word annoying would always be a staple term. Not only was the man cockblocking him, but Bonten’s number two had the nerve to be snoring away on the couch like it was his own home. Today was supposed to be a rest day, one where Kakucho could relax and spend time with his family—perhaps even have alone time with you, granted that Aoki was in school. However, the presence of Sanzu in the house put a halt to that wish of his. Fate just had to tease Kakucho because out of all days, you were in the mood and ready to jump him if given the chance. But of course, you couldn't due to Sanzu's surprising visit.

What was the man doing here again? Kakucho couldn't remember. His attention was solely on his phone, hoping that Ran or Rindou could pick up the drunk Sanzu Haruchiyo and take him home. If Sanzu continues to let out loud snores for another minute, Kakucho fears he’s going to lose his mind. 

Thankfully, after thirty minutes of waiting, the Haitani brothers finally arrived to take Sanzu off of Kakucho's hands. You got out of the bedroom, a silk robe around your pajama-clad form. Silently, you watched as Rindou nudged the pink-haired man awake. Ran clicked his tongue at the scene and folded his arms across his chest. Sanzu, despite snoring so much, wasn't a heavy sleeper and woke up without a hitch. He staggered as he stood up, rubbing his eyes before glaring at the sunlight that flooded the living room.

“Mornin’ already?”

Ran couldn't help but roll his eyes while helping Sanzu stand up. “See, this is why your wife kicked you out of your own home, Sanzu. You keep getting blackout drunk.” Rindou snickered at his brother’s remark as he aided the other. “You should stop challenging Koko in that rigged drinking contest and go straight home to your family. You’re so fucking pathetic right now. If I were your wife, I’d divorce your ass if you keep doing this.”

Sanzu managed to scoff, “No need to fear. I won’t marry your high-maintenance ass, Ran. Even if Mikey pays me to do it, I’d rather shoot myself.” Those clear blue eyes that were usually sharp and calculating landed on you, his lips breaking into a silly grin. “The lady here could probably say the same thing.”

Ignoring Ran’s irritated quips, Kakucho turned to give you an apologetic look which you dismissed with a shrug. You excused yourself and left for the bedroom, feeling a bit dizzy. Everything went smoothly up to the point where the brothers got past the front door. Apparently, Sanzu hasn’t thanked Kakucho and you for your hospitality. Well, forced hospitality was the more definite term, Kakucho thought. Yet, instead of feeling some sort of relief that the annoyance was gone, your husband returned to your side with furrowed brows. Your lips were about to form a question when he knelt and kissed the bump on your stomach, veiny hands caressing the skin there. 

“That bastard,” Kakucho grumbled to himself while stroking your tummy. If you didn’t know any better, your husband was slightly stressed out at what occurred. You stayed silent for a moment, waiting to hear what caused it. “There’s no way I’m letting that fucking happen. I’d shoot him and the Haitanis twice before I let them inside here again.”

Now alarmed, you sat up straight. “What happened?” you inquired and then winced at the scenario brewing in your mind. “Don’t tell me… Sanzu vomited all over the entrance?”

Kakucho exhaled. “Worst. Ran was on his usual tirade when Sanzu commented on how he will thank us. I told him all was fine, but he just had to say he will have his son marry our baby if it turns out to be a daughter. The brothers, of course, did not back down and did the same.” His eyes shot up in an accusatory way when you burst out laughing. “Love, it isn’t funny. Can you believe them? If my baby is indeed a girl, there’s no way I’m letting that happen! She hasn’t even gotten out of the womb and now she’s getting marriage proposals. Of all the fucking things…”

MONTH 4: WEEK 15

My duckie,

We got a new sonogram today. Can you believe it? We’re getting a baby girl? Your papa is so excited. He could barely sleep a wink these past few days. Your uncles are even buying toys and clothes for you now. Your big brother couldn’t contain his joy as well. He hopes you’ll start kicking soon. Personally, I’m a bit afraid once that happens. The doctor did assure me it wouldn’t hurt as much as I was told. But if it means that you’re healthy and active, I won’t mind. Kick all you want, darling.

To our baby girl, duckie, we love you.

The warm bathwater was lulling you to sleep, but as soon as Kakucho entered the bath, he went straight to keep you busy. His sturdy arms kept you caged in, scared you might fall backward and hit your head as you bounced on his cock. The soapy water sloshed around with each rapid movement. Holding your breasts, you relied on nothing but biting on your lips to prevent moans from slipping past them. Aoki’s bedroom was far away, yet you shouldn’t get carried away. The last thing you wanted was for the poor child to hear you or Kakucho cursing.

“Love, c-cum inside, please,” you whined softly. Reaching your hand down to caress his face, you leaned closer to kiss his scar. Kakucho was certain he could knock you up again with another child. With a low grunt, he thrust his hips up to meet you halfway. Moaning out his name, you held onto him tightly as you chased your high. Your husband sunk his teeth into your left shoulder to muffle his groans. His cock twitched inside you before it spurted a huge load of hot milky semen into your creamy pussy.

“Love you,” Kakucho whispered against your skin and pressed a chaste kiss on the area where he bit. “And thank you… for giving me another one to love. You’re so amazing.” You lifted his head by the chin and pressed your foreheads together while humming in contentment. The bathwater had turned lukewarm. It was a sign to move this to the bedroom and continue from there. 

“I love you, too. Always.”

MONTH 5: WEEK 18

My darlin’ duckie,

I, somehow, felt you move inside my tummy. It almost felt like I had butterflies in my stomach. There are times when I get too dizzy, but for you, I can handle anything. Your big brother made cute drawings of us while he was in school. I’m going to hang some of them in your room once your papa is finished with the furnishing. 

Four more months my duckie! We’ll see you soon.

“You doing okay, love?”

Kakucho looked more out of breath than you are. He did run all the way from the kitchen up to your shared bedroom when you suddenly called out his name out of fear that you couldn’t breathe properly. Shortness of breath was considered normal when you’re pregnant. Your beloved husband was quick to assist you out of bed, gently aiding you to the bathroom when you vocalized your urge to pee. Now, sitting on the toilet, you scratched your arm sheepishly at Kakucho never leaving your side. What you did gave him quite a scare.

“I’m alright, love. Honest.”

“Just tell me whenever you feel some sort of pain, ‘kay?” Kakucho let out a long exhale and leaned against the doorway. You didn’t have the heart to tell him that things of the unexpected will become frequent in the following months to come. Kakucho was a worrywart despite denying this fact. Although it was normal to worry, his way was on a whole other level. Once you did your business and washed your hands, he was quick to be on your side while you descended the stairs. His strong and ever-present arm either wrapped around your waist or shoulder.

“I said I’m fine, Kaku.” you insisted for the fourth time today. Your husband shook his head and sat down next to you on the couch. At this hour, he would be off to where Bonten needed him. It would not come off as a surprise if his phone will start blowing up due to endless calls from his colleagues, hoping to know where he is. The television was playing a commercial for powdered milk for babies, your attention elsewhere, when Kakucho laid his head down on your lap. 

“Wake me up if you ever need anything, love. Okay?”

Shooting him a glance and an assuring smile, you focused on the drama now playing on the screen. Your husband couldn’t help but snort playfully. Just as you were about to let out a disappointed remark at the drama’s sudden plot twist, you caught yourself from making a huge noise for Kakucho was indeed fast asleep on your lap. Silently, you pressed two of your fingers onto your lips and then pressed them against Kakucho’s.

MONTH 6: WEEK 23

Baby duckie,

I hope you are doing well inside my tummy as I’m writing this. There is no denying that you are indeed your father’s daughter. You’re so active, always kicking during the evening that I get surprised. I supposed that’s just your way of saying you’re here or that you don’t like the meal I just ate. Sorry dear, but we can’t be picky with our food. We can’t always eat pancakes every morning no matter how delicious your papa makes them.

I hope you learn to like vegetables, my precious girl.

A groan escaped your mouth while fixing your shirt, making sure there wasn’t any stain on sight or any incriminating evidence that your nipples were toyed and sucked on. The culprit, Kakucho, emerged from the bathroom, the corners of his lips curled up at what occurred seconds ago in the privacy of your bedroom. Your innocent son was babbling Rindou’s ear off in the living room, too focused on the children’s show playing on the television to see Ran wiggle his brows as soon as the two of you joined them. Who knew your husband could go feral upon finding out that your breasts have begun to produce milk for the baby? In fact, it should only be for the baby. Kakucho never fails to surprise you when you least expect it. You just hope he won’t get any funny ideas of doing it again once the baby is out.

The baby needs her milk too…

“Isn’t it too early to be having fun?” Ran joked. Your husband rolled his eyes at the older Haitani’s attempt. You, on the other hand, paid no mind to it. Instead, you shifted your full attention to Aoki. Ran’s second attempt to get a laugh got cut short due to the stuffed toy Rindou threw at his face. Aoki saw this and giggled. Whether he was planning on getting back at Rindou or not, Ran sat up straight as soon as he saw Kakucho shoot him a pointed stare.

“Are you guys gonna eat breakfast or not?” Kakucho inquired before grabbing an empty plate to place pancakes on. The Haitanis weren’t here to merely visit your family or to play with Aoki. Contrary to what they told your son, the brothers were here to pick up your husband for an important meeting with the entire higher-ups of their organization. And that they wanted to eat pancakes made by Kakucho, stating that they missed the taste of it.

While the brothers and your son sat at the dining table, you watched over the other pancakes still on the pan. Your mouth watering at the sight of the leftover mixture in the bowl, tempted to swipe it and finish the batter if your husband wasn’t looking. Kakucho must have sensed your craving as he immediately grabbed the bowl and poured the last of its contents into the pan. Lips in a pout, you flipped the other pancakes whereas Kakucho took out those that were cooked.

Making sure Aoki and the troublesome Haitanis were caught up on something else, Kakucho leaned forward to press a kiss against the side of your head. Caught off guard for a second, you then playfully narrowed your eyes at him. Your free hand instinctively covers your breasts from his view like he was some starved beast just waiting to bite them. With one brow raised, your husband was seconds away from asking why you were maintaining distance when Ran let out a childish cry unfit for a thirty-year-old man.

“Uwah! Mommy and Daddy, I’m hungry! Stop flirting already,” he whined in the most high-pitched tone he could reach. Rindou and Aoki wore the same expression of disbelief, yet the former had a combination of shame. If Rindou could dig a hole and bury himself, now was the perfect time after what his older brother just pulled off. Thankfully and much to Haitani Ran’s lucky stars, Aoki just laughed afterward. Judging by the unamused look on Kakucho’s handsome face, he was ready to drag Ran’s sorry butt out of the house.

He had to take the burnt months ago when Aoki got curious about how babies were made. He didn’t want that to happen again.

Above committing any form of violence in front of his son, Kakucho resulted in leaning down to whisper into Ran’s ear with a false smile on his face, “Better behave or you’re not eating anything except my fist.”

MONTH 7: WEEK 26

My precious duckie,

One day, you will learn about your papa’s job. Although it is complicated, I hope you shall learn to understand it once you’re older. Days where it seems like everything will go wrong pop out of nowhere once in a while. Your papa and I promise to keep you and your big brother safe. Safe and sound, out of harm’s way. That is what we will always prioritize.

I love you so much, duckie. You and your brother mean the whole world to me.

To step into danger or defend himself against it has been Kakucho’s bread and butter. He didn’t exactly choose this life. It was just how it was for him ever since his parents died and someone admirable took him in when no one else would. No matter how many times he has fallen, Kakucho never failed to stand up again and face the hurdles the universe has in store for him—whether he liked it or not.

As a father and someone who has a family to protect, being a high-ranking member of Bonten had more cons than the perks it had to offer. There were days he mulled over the thought of quitting. But of course, that option was never there, to begin with. To quit was to kill that part of himself, one he has known all his life. Plus, multiple enemies would have his head if he didn’t choose a side. It doesn’t mean he wasn’t growing tired of the numerous endeavors of his enemies trying to have his head on a silver platter. They have grown more creative this time and decided to send a death threat by calling the telephone situated in the living room.

Kakucho thought he was going to burst a vein that night when he took the telephone from Aoki. Thank goodness the boy wasn’t able to speak into it or your husband would be out tonight, ready to find the fuckers. Still, Kakucho was not pleased with what transpired. Soon, the small closet that was filled with old newspapers and knickknacks became the hiding spot of his firearms.

“S-shouldn’t we move?” you asked him one night, unable to sleep due to your feet cramping. Kakucho’s hands may be busy with alleviating your pain, but his mind was racing with countless ideas on what he shall do to the careless idiots who dared to call through that telephone. Kokonoi does have him on speed dial. The sooner Koko and Rindou trace them, the better. He didn’t want you to be worrying like this, especially when a baby was on the way.

“No, don’t get your pretty head all worked up on this, love,” he reassured you with a squeeze to the thigh, offering you his best comforting smile. “Those bastards should’ve known better than to threaten me. They won’t know what I’m capable of until they wake up with their asses in the fuckin’ air.”

MONTH 8: WEEK 29

Sweet little duckie,

A couple more weeks to go and you’ll be here. Everyone is excited that it feels like it’s Christmas day. Your papa finished your room a few days ago. All that’s missing is a bubbly baby girl. Your papa felt you kick multiple times last night yet he couldn’t get used to it. He even said that once you grow up, he’ll have you take judo lessons alongside your big brother. The doctor told me to cut back on sugar. I’ve been craving a lot of things lately that it scares your papa sometimes. However, the doctor did say you’re very healthy so I’ll gladly stir away from sweets to keep it that way.

Looking forward to holding and kissing you, my love.

The movie was over and the credits roll on the screen. Aoki was fast asleep on the sleeping mat laid out on the floor. The bowl of popcorn is empty save for the kernels that failed to pop while in the microwave. The homey atmosphere was too lulling for you or Kakucho to get off the couch and turn the television off. His strong arms were around you, hands caressing your round stomach. Your head rested against the crook of his neck, eyes closed. Saturday nights were usually like this—the whole family in the living room to watch a film you all take turns in choosing. Tonight, it was Kakucho’s turn and of course, he picked a film that was packed with action and adventure. Aoki, despite saying he will finish the movie, ended up falling asleep before the story reached its climax. You, on the other hand, opted to sit on Kakucho’s lap for no reason.

“She’s kicked a lot, huh?” Kakucho couldn’t help but chuckle at his active daughter. Your response was a small groan. It was no joke that your feet hurt, especially now that they were red and swollen. Your baby was getting heavier, a sign that her due date was drawing nearer and nearer. The task of taking care of a baby may be daunting to some, but nothing could make your heart rest easy than the thought of delivering your daughter safely. Stretchmarks, late-night feedings, and healing stitches be damned.

“She’s your daughter alright,” you mumbled in an amused tone. Kakucho’s hand stopped stroking your belly to laugh at the statement. “I won’t be surprised if she turns out to be rowdier than Aoki.”

“Fine by me,” he replied and then gave your head a kiss. “I can take care of rowdy children. Besides, that stage of their life won’t last long. Kids grow too fast these days, you know. Too fast.” After saying that last line, Kakucho patted your tummy. “Might as well enjoy it, love.”

“Are you… being sentimental right now, Kaku?”

MONTH 9: WEEK 38

Our baby duckie,

I love you, my baby. No amount of joy could be put into words in some cases. According to the doctor, you may come out in a few days. I’m not going to lie… I’m a bit afraid. Mothers whom I’ve met at the clinic seem to express the same feeling when asked about giving birth. I promise to be strong, stronger than I’ve ever been, for you. For our family.

All the unconditional love from us, duckie.

“See? I told you, love, you’re stronger than me. She’s so beautiful, as beautiful as you.”

“She is. She has your eyes, Kaku…”

Kakucho shed a tear or two as the nurse handed him his newborn daughter whom she swaddled in pink cloth. Your daughter ceased fussing the second she was in his arms, perhaps knowing it was her papa holding her now. Your lips should be hurting after smiling so much at the precious scene unfolding in front of you, yet there was no pain present. There was only happiness. Kakucho looked so soft as he cradled his daughter, sitting himself down to pull out his phone and call Ran. While waiting for the older Haitani to pick up, you could just picture Aoki at home, bouncing in elation. The image of your son and daughter growing up together made your heart full, especially with your loving husband by your side.

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Bullfrog and Rayman/Ramon x pregnant reader : talking to their child

Thank you @elyn-27 for the request !

This is a really cute concept , always down to write something wholesome for my favorite boys ://)

Hope it turned out okay ! 

Details : use of female reader ( preferred given the premise ) ; 

established relationships ; 

no warnings needed 

Bullfrog 💚

Oh yeah … he definitely talks with the baby a lot , mostly when the both of you are someplace safe , just cuddling after a long day . 

Hearing Bullfrog whisper in the coziness of your room , his head gently placed against your belly , never fails to make you smile . 

< Oui , mon petit , that really happened today ! 

If your mother didn’t patch me up , it would’ve all been very troublesome …

She truly is une merveille ~ > 

< Aww , honey … ! ~ > 

You can see his eyes light up every time he hears the baby move even just a little , and it’s honestly the most precious thing : 

this frog is just so excited about your child , but he tries really hard to contain himself to avoid overwhelming you too much … 

Instead , Bullfrog continues on caressing your belly with his strong , gentle hands , a smile of pure delight on his face while he does it . 

Bullfrog does indeed get worried about what kind of life your child will have to live , given he is an assassin who often has to leave for the mission assigned by the Warden , and the thought of not being able to be there for them because of what he does crushes him …

However , as soon as you give him that soft , understanding look and pat on the bed to suggest him to lie down with you , he just feels a wave of peace and most of all love wash over his troubled mind :

resting his head on your belly is something that works like magic for your lover .

< Mm , mercy mon amour … > 

< No need to thank me , sweetie : we are going to be okay , I just know it . > 

Rayman 🧡

Okay , did I mention that Bullfrog is one who talks to the baby a lot ?

Because Rayman beats him fair and square on that account : 

if he could he would never leave your side , busy to explain your child just how perfect in every way their mother is . 

It’s very cute ;//C//; 

< Oh yes indeed , y/n is very wonderful ! 

She is the light of my life , my beautiful sweetheart , and - > 

< Ray honey , you’re gonna be late for work ~ > 

< Oh - I almost forgot — 

Uh , I’ll be back soon , okay ? Both of you , wait for me ! 

Love you ! > 

< Love you too !

… heh … your Dad is surely something isn’t he ? ~ >

Rayman definitely kisses your belly pretty much every time you’re together , enjoying to hear your adorable flustered giggles …

< Ah , there is that lovely smile … god , I wish we could stay like this forever , I’m in heaven whenever I hear your voice ~ > 

< H-Heyy come on , now you’re just trying to make me blush ! ~ > 

< Hehe , can’t say that’s not true darling ~ > 

Rayman also loves to place his head on the crook of your neck , occasionally giving it a little kiss while his hands gently hold your belly …

It’s a very intimate little moment that really helps him calm down , especially after he’s had a long day at work . 

You really make this man feel like home , and he will never be able to thank you enough .

< I love you … mm … I love you so much , y/n … I can’t wait for our little angel to arrive … ~ > 

Ramon 🖤

Ramon’s nights are often tormented by nightmares and understandable worries for you and your child’s futures , so most of the time he ends up resting his head on your belly , the comfort of your warmth being the only thing that can put him at ease …

< Bad dream … ? > 

< … yeah . 

Is it okay if I … ? > 

< Of course Ram , you can stay there as long as you want .

We are both here for you … don’t forget that , okay … ? > 

< I could never … > 

And it’s mostly at night , while he is trying his best to fall asleep , that you’re able to hear Ramon talk to your child with a very quiet voice to avoid waking you up : 

it’s something that he does fairly often , it’s just very soothing for him .

< … it’s not gonna be easy when you’ll get here , I won’t lie to you … but I promise that no matter what happens I’m going to keep you safe … I will keep all of us safe . 

I owe this to you … I owe this to my beautiful y/n … > 

< Mmm … are you talking about me back there , Ram ? ~ > 

< Oh - 

I … heh , thought you couldn’t hear me … 

I still one hundred percent mean what I said , though ~ > 

Whenever he has to leave your place ( something that almost never occurs since he wants to be there for you as much as possible ) , Ramon makes sure to say goodbye to both of you before heading out , it’s something that he never forgets .

< Be careful out there , my love … mm … we will be waiting for you . > 

< I’ll be careful darling , don’t worry … take care of yourself while I’m gone , okay ? 

And the same goes for you . >

After one last kiss on your belly he steps out in the dangers of the street , with only one thing in mind : 

going back home to you and your child , no matter what . 

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𝙉𝘾𝙏 𝘿𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙈¹⁸: 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗧𝗢 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗖𝗥𝗬𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗘 𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗢 𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗥 𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗦

genre: fluff clearly

trigger warnings: none

a/n: inspired by me who was bawling her eyes out while listening and reading the lyrics to like we just met. THATS SUCH A BEAUTIFUL SONG BRO, I DONT WANNA CRY AGAIN BUT ITS ON BLOODLY REPLAY.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊  ❝ 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗟𝗘𝗘 ❞

confused at first, but slowly enough gets the point. considering how you jumped into his arms as soon as he entered your shared room, he gets it. coos at your cute self, ruffling your hair and patting your head and while doing so wondering what was so beautiful about the lyrics that made you cry. teaches you the chords of the song so that you can sing it and upload a cover or sm like that.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊  ❝ 𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗝𝗨𝗡 𝗛𝗨𝗔𝗡𝗚 ❞

bro is stressed. like why are you crying out of no where. he legit asked if you could listen to their new song, and this is the response he gets. thinks about the possible reasons for your sudden outburst, but when you tell him it's the song, and it's lyrics that made you cry, he's squishing your cheeks and that. cause he finds you so fucking adorable- bro just wants to stuff you in his pocket for the first time, because the rest of the times he just wants to choke you to death.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊  ❝ 𝗝𝗘𝗡𝗢 𝗟𝗘𝗘 ❞

surprised at first. but soon pulls you into a hug, rubbing your back while you softly cry about how beautiful the lyrics are and how they remind you of you two. bro is appreciating your love as he watches you bawl into his chest. you ask him to sing it live, just so you can cry yourself to death more but he denies it, not wanting to see you bawl anymore. understands very well what you're saying, but distracts you anyways because no crying bro.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊  ❝ 𝗛𝗔𝗘𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗡 𝗟𝗘𝗘 ❞

makes fun of you first. when he comes home, he finds you crying with your eyes in your hands, the song playing the background. it doesn't take him a minute to understand what was happening, would definetly take pictures of you crying, teasing you while you slam his annoying self away, but again, after a while, he hugs you tightly, not wanting to let go, just like you just met. adores your soft side so much, because it's rare to see. sings it live for you, so that you can cry more lmao CAUSE HIS VOICE IS BEAUTIFUL!!

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊  ❝ 𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗠𝗜𝗡 𝗡𝗔 ❞

pulls your phone away as you keep re reading the lyrics and crying. cups your cheeks softly, kissing every part of your face while giggling and melting at your cute self. legit loves you more if that'd even possible after this incident. takes you onto his lap and hugs you, for as long as you want. kisses your hands and all that because he finds you so fucking precious rn. boy is having problems with his heart. stay safe bro.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊  ❝ 𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗡𝗟𝗘 𝗭𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗚 ❞

eyes you weirdly while your bawling. but again, doesn't like seeing you upset about anything so hugs you tight. and then you start blabbering about how each lyric is so beautifully written and that, boy just stares at you nodding. his phone camera taking a video so that he can secretly watch it over and over and cherish it forever. will also do a live performance, just to watch you simp and cry over how beautiful his voice is.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊  ❝ 𝗝𝗜𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 ❞

as soon as he's home, your holding his hand and crying. his voice from the song replaying inside your head. boy is worried bro. asks you over and over again if you're okay and when you explain why you were crying, he's gonna chuckle, feeling your reaction touch his heart. how can you appreciate a song so much? watches as you try singing it, and reading the lyrics only for you to cry again. will hold you as many times as you want. as much as he doesn't want to see you cry, this is kinda cute tbf for him.

#fullsunised #nct dream #nct fluff #mark lee imagines #nct dream x reader #haechan x reader #nct dream fluff #haechan x y/n #jaemin imagines #jaemin headcanons #chenle headcanons #chenle imagines #chenle fluff #jisung fluff #jisung imagines #jisung x reader #jeno fluff #jeno scenarios #jaemin fluff #jaemin scenarios #haechan fluff #mark lee fluff #renjun imagines #renjun fluff #nct mark #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct dream scenarios #nct dream imagine #nct dream imagines

[sweetkpopmusings]

woozi boyfriend headcanons <3

a/n: posting jihoon's boyfriend headcanons next as requested!! i am SO endeared by him <333 i'd trust him with my life tbh and i just know i'd feel safe if i had him around like he's a top-tier protector while also being a silly billy :,-) pics not mine !

content: fluff | wc: 1.3k | warnings: none! | pairing: boyfriend!jihoon x gn!reader | requests: open

after writing this, i want nothing more than to see jihoon smile and give me an endearing head pat :,-( please enjoy <333

our music boy!!! hard-working king!!!! talented icon!!!!

he's so cool in every way except for when it comes to you

he just melts at the sight of you

like he's cool on the outside but anyone who knows him knows that he's losing it over how much he loves you

tbh even people who don't know him all that well can see very recognizable heart eyes

he just looks at you with so much adoration and fondness and it SHOWS <333

sometimes when you're speaking to him, especially about things you're passionate about, there will be pauses before he responds

it's not because he isn't listening. it's the complete opposite !!

he's so immersed in your thoughts, your voice, your movements, your words, that he has to find his way back to earth before he can speak

and honestly, if it weren't for the fact that it proves to you he is listening and encourages you to continue speaking, he'd stay completely silent during times like these

he's in awe of you and he wants to stay that way forever

jihoon gets flustered by you constantly

the butterflies he felt when he first saw you never go away

they actually get stronger over time because the more he realizes he loves you the more those butterflies of elation swarm inside him

this is one of the many inspirations he finds in you for music

he actually writes lots of songs about you but he is so nervous to tell you about it each time so he doesn't tell you beforehand he just plays the song for you when he thinks it's ready

while he doesn't directly say it's about you, you know it is about you because he slipped a phrase you two always say to each other in there or he references a favorite song/idea/sound/item of yours in the verse

in response, you give him a lil squeeze on his hand or a kiss on the cheek or a smile that shows him with certainty you love and cherish how he incorporated you into his work again

it all goes unsaid, be he can feel through these exchanges that you feel the depth of his love

his heart is FULL!!!!

he is blushing, but he fights with all his might to act like he isn't blushing

jihoon actually blushes any time you compliment him because he is so soft for you :,-)

he will also completely short circuit if he hears you singing or humming a song he made

it catches him off-guard and he's standing there like :-0

he's so precious <33333

jihoon's also the silliest boy with you

he laughs SO hard whenever you make a joke

like i'm talking open mouth, loud, PUAHAHAH energy

he cannot contain it he thinks you're so funny and delightful

loves teasing you so much. he knows it'll get a laugh out of you, which is one of his favorite sounds in the universe, and he just loves being playful with you even if it means roasting you

jihoon will also do slapstick, dad jokes, or other ridiculous humor antics to make you laugh

he's actually so funny like !!! you're never going to feel bored again you've got a true entertainer with you 25/8

the entertainment carries over to when he tells stories about you

they're so animated and his descriptions of you are so vivid that seventeen actually feel as though they know you before they meet you

a few members comment "wow, he got your voice exactly how it sounds!" and "he wasn't kidding. you do get that look in your eyes when you tell a joke!" and so on

i'm putting my money on soonyoung, seungkwan, and chan to expose him like this

you're shocked because ??? how often did he talk about you ???

when you turn to look at jihoon he's a blushing mess and waving his hand in the air and chuckling to act as though it isn't a big deal

when you turn away he is giving Death Glares to everyone else but they're just laughing because they've never seen him more enamored before and it's the perfect fuel for teasing him <3

his hugs engulf you

even the slightest of hugs leave you feeling completely wrapped up in his embrace. he holds you with so much care and attention that even a light brush of his hand on your shoulder makes you feel so wonderfully warm

when he's sleepy he is definitely nuzzling his head into your shoulder/neck/etc like he wants the world to disappear and you are his escape !!! his comfort !!! i'm sobbing now

he's often softly tapping your shoulder to get your attention without disrupting whatever you're watching/reading/etc because he wants your attention but would never take it without you being willing to give it

stop why is he so cute and gentle :-(

whenever you two are sitting, lying, or standing near each other, he'll mindlessly drum his fingers against you like he's playing the piano

woozi will always sing you to sleep if you ask

like yes he'll resist at first because he's a lil shy but he's not going to say "no" when he knows how much it'll comfort you

he thinks there are few things better than the sound of your contented sighs as you drift into sleep and the look on your face when you finally fall into a deep slumber

while he sings to you, he will play with your hair, give you sweet little pets, and soothingly rub your arms/back <3

he will never let you down

whether it's picking up every item on your grocery list

or being by your side during a hard time

he. is. there.

nothing would break his heart more than you feeling alone or unsupported

you always make him feel grounded, and he constantly works to reciprocate that for you

he is genuinely such a solid partner. he's your rock in the truest sense of the word, and the trust between you two is otherworldly

while there are always butterflies and new experiences shared between you, there has, from day one, been a sense of sureness there too

your relationship feels so real and so right

woozi's love is strong. through the ups and downs, his love for you never wavers, and he never lets you doubt his sincerity towards you

tbh i think he really desires security with you

one of the first times he's very vulnerable with you, probably late at night while in the studio because there's a specific intimacy you find together in that space, he admits to you that he really wants someone you to feel sure of him

you were sure of him before then, but, in that moment when he completely opened up, you knew, more than anything, you were sure of him

and all it took was the grasp of your hand, the look in your eyes, and the words i'm sure of you, jihoon for him to know that you felt everything toward him that he felt about you

from then on, so much of your relationship goes unsaid

because you two feel it and know it so deeply that it doesn't need to be expressed

however, jihoon never misses an opportunity to express his love and appreciation for you

he's very much the type to be lovey dovey when he's feeling soft

like this boy could give you a toothache with his sweetness

and he's smiling that angelic smile the whole time i'm biting my fist pLEASE

if you ask him to do aegyo, he'll do it in a heartbeat

you show this off in front of seventeen and they're DYING and they expect woozi to say something but he's not fazed like obviously he's doing aegyo ?? what else is he supposed to do when the love of his life asks him to act cute ??

the answer is do aegyo, obviously.

jihoon is simply the most romantic and sincere partner you could ask for. he's dedicated to you, heart and soul, and he proves that every day by being there for you

sorry i have to go and read some poetry because loving and being loved by jihoon would simply be the most beautiful thing in the world

i hope everyone gets the jihoon they deserve <3

#seventeen #seventeen headcanons #boyfriend!seventeen #seventeen imagines #svt #woozi #jihoon #seventeen woozi #seventeen jihoon #seventeen fluff #seventeen x reader #woozi x reader #jihoon x reader #woozi fluff #jihoon fluff #boyfriend woozi #boyfriend jihoon #boyfriend!woozi #boyfriend!jihoon #svt woozi #svt jihoon #svt headcanons #woozi headcanons #jihoon headcanons #seventeen au #svt au #lee jihoon #sweetkpopmusings

[beiasluv]

PLS i love u sm can i PLS get a reader patching up jakes wounds PLSSSS i see a lot of these patching up wound tropes for neteyam but none for our beloved jake THANK U HON

patching jake sully up (2009)

a/n: amen to that. respect the original sully, pLEASE / enjoyy 🤍

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jake, jake sully, being the jake sully he is, you often find him with some type of injury :(

boy always find himself in some sort of trouble, but he can’t help it can’t he?

sometimes it’s just a bruise or a scrape on the knee, sometimes he comes home with a FUCKING blood-soaked wound all over his arms or chest.

sighing to yourself as he walked in every time

“jake, for the love of eywa, please, stop putting yourself in danger”

but you can’t stay mad, can you? he got those puppy eyes, awkward giggling, and scratching his neck like he regretted it. (boy, he better be before you whoop his ass)

so basically it all goes like this…

patting the empty area next to you or sometimes you gotta help him walk over to an empty spot

and boy he is heavy ASF man is 10ft tall and expect you to carry him with ease, he better be joking

next is patching up his wounds. probably 90% of the time keeping him shut his mouth

“ow! y/n! please!” “ouch! please- it hurts”

“you better shut your mouth and think of this before you get yourself in trouble”

but being the loving significant other you are, you still care greatly for him 🥺

his favorite position, if his situation isn’t that bad, is for you to sit in his lap and patch him up

if he is laying on the mattress, he loves when you crouch down towards his face and patch him up. even though if you are patching is legs, he will get whiny for you to face him every now and then.

caressing his cheeks if he gets too whiny, and rubbing his head in your embrace

comforting words all. the. time. boy is a crybaby sometimes “squeeze my leg if it hurts too bad”

jake tries his hardest not the hurt your fragile little leg in his grip, but he left some red marks afterwards ;)

he loves staring at your dimly lit face when you patch him up. how you poke your tongue when you are focused, or how your eyebrows scrunched up together.

“why are you doing that?”

“doing what?”

“you know what you are doing, you are staring,” you slightly poked his head with the grinder.

“ow! what was that for? your face is too precious not to stare at, be grateful,” he fake pouted.

“understandable, mr. sully,” you chuckled as he pressed a peck on your lips. “hey! the medicine didn’t dry yet!”

“who cares? your lips are ten times better than it”

you would mumble a quiet apologize every time he hissed out of pain, even though you acted like you are mad at him

he adores how your breath hitched in your throat every time he twitched because of the pain 🥺 he loves how close your breath becomes when your face is near.

man is just obsessed about how he could press his lips against yours without an extra effort, how you are so close to him made his mind spun a million miles away.

his nose is lingered with your scent and it yearns for more and more. oh how he wish he can get drunk in you forever

man is grinning by himself and giggling like a lover boy

man’s a flirt even though he is on his death bead💀

never leaves afterwards if he doesn’t get his kiss kiss, or what he calls it boo boo 🙄

if his situation is too bad and have to stay the night, you will always be there for him 24/7

and jake will 100% definitely take an advantage of that. asking for cuddles 24/7.

when you have to attend other wounds, he will get so whiny and sad :(

sometimes it gets too emotional for you to see him in a situation like this, you just break down crying while patching him up 😭

jake hates to see you like this, especially when he is the cause to make you cry. he will hold you in his arm while you are crying patching him up.

whispering comfort words while he is the one dying here, but it’s jake, guys, what do we expect 😭

“honey, y/n, love, i am fine, i am breathing, okay? help me feel better, aright? no one does it like you,” he whispered in your ears.

“never! e- ever! get yourself t- this bad, again!” you tried to sobbed out each word.

“can’t promise you that, i’ll get ten times worst than this to protect you”

have a great day/night everyone! take care 🤍

@rosaryos / @bumblinbumblvee / @nyotamalfoy / @fangirl-2610 / @astablacksword / @lokisblueskin

#fanfiction #avatar imagine #avatar the way of water #avatar x reader #imagines #jake sully imagine #jake sully x reader #jake sully

[somnianyx]

GN!Reader | cw: dark, yandere content (cmon now it's Ness we're talking about) hanahaki au, drabble?

It is a suprise to no one that Alexis Ness would contract hanahaki one way or another.

Always picking the wrong people to shower his love and attention to. Always giving, never receiving.

Yet you're the only one who made him fell so hard. Maybe this is love? Maybe it's just another stupid obsession. Hard to tell the difference nowadays.

Ness worships everything about you in secret. He loved the way you smile at him. The way you would pat his head whenever he did something you deemed a good job. The way your gentle voice calls his name, telling him how much of a good boy he is. He would even kiss the ground you walk on if that's what you desire. Everything about you is so perfect that he could go on and on for days.

Ness was rather...happy to cough up the flowers. It was so precious to him that he had a cute little container for every single petals that came out of his lungs. It was proof that the love he had for you is real! Though it does hurt quite a bit at times that he had to be hospitalised.

You were there with him, every second that you can. Worrying for his health that it makes him feel all warm and fuzzy. He wants to stay like this with you forever and if it means getting sick to have all of your attention, then he'll just have to wait a little longer before telling you about these beautiful flowers in his lungs ♡︎

#bllk x reader #blue lock #blue lock x reader #bllk x y/n #bllk x you #blue lock alexis ness #alexis ness x reader #alexis ness #blue lock ness #ness x reader #bllk ness #bllk scenarios #hanahaki #nightmare

[ellethespaceunicorn]

Oxytocin

Title: Oxytocin

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors – DNI

Fandom: Knives Out AU

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Older!Black!Fem!OFC (Ivy Kensington)

Word Count: 3.1K

Summary: At a New Year’s Eve party, Ransom Drysdale’s life is forever changed by a chance meeting with Ivy Kensington. 

Warnings: age gap (Ivy is 38, Ransom is 19 in flashbacks), Mommy kink, Mommy Domme/baby boy, dry humping, orgasm denial, mention of virginity, aftercare, size kink, oral sex (m receiving), cum swallowing

A/N: My tiles for @thebasementspouses VOTM Ransom Drysdale BINGO were: dry humping, mommy kink, orgasm denial, virginity, size kink. Submission for @the-slumberparty’s Eight Types of Love February 2024 Sleepover Challenge(Pragma – longstanding love). Thank you to @peyton-warren for the beta, you saved me from myself!

Dividers by: @saradika-graphics

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Cover Art by me

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From the moment he laid eyes on her, Ransom’s world stopped. The sound of her laughter, the glow of her chestnut skin, the way her deep brown irises held his focus; he couldn’t choose his favorite of her attributes. He watched as she commanded the attention of the room as she regaled her guests with tales of her various adventures traveling the globe.

He was only nineteen when he met her that New Year’s Eve night. Ivy Kensington. She was thirty-eight and newly divorced. The poor bastard that let her slip through his fingers must be insane, Ransom thought to himself. He loved how lively she was, as if divorce was exactly what she needed to feel alive.

He doesn’t know what possessed him that night to walk right up to her but, God help him, he thanks his lucky stars that he did. As he approached her, his hopes were high. Until she noticed him, turning to acknowledge the younger man. When he went to open his mouth, it flopped open and then closed after several seconds of awkward silence.

A grin spread across her face before she spoke, “You have got to be Linda and Richard’s son. Handsome like your father, and venturesome just like your mother. Now, what did you walk all the way over here for? Looked like you were about to say something interesting,” she teased, a hand going to her hip as she shifted on her feet.

“Ransom. That’s my name. Uh, I just…what I mean to say is, um-”

“Slow down, baby boy,” she soothed, stopping him mid-ramble to step closer so she could hold his chin between her manicured thumb and forefinger, “What did you want to say, Ransom?”

Her gaze drew him in, and he instantly felt at ease, gaining his voice back. “I wanted to know if you had plans for midnight, Mrs. Kensington. You know, the kiss?” he asks, voice trembling only slightly.

“It’s Ms. Kensington. You want to be my midnight kiss?” she questioned, tilting her head to the side as she looked up at him, “That is very bold of you to ask, especially coming from a virgin,” she said matter-of-factly.

His eyes widened and his brows shot up his forehead at the mention of his still intact virginity. Up to this point, no one knew he’d never been laid. He’d had his share of kissing, sure. Every time he wanted to go the distance, it never panned out. But how could she tell?

“You’re wondering how I know. You just have that look about you. Not necessarily innocent, more like naïve. And damn lucky that I don’t already have a kiss lined up. Meet me up there at midnight,” she instructed, peeking up the stairs to the area overlooking the party.

All Ransom could do was nod, for fear that opening his mouth would be a repeat of his earlier blunder.

“Now, shoo. I have other guests to entertain, and that precious face of yours will surely divert my attention,” she insisted, her hand patting his baby-faced cheek as she walked around him.

Ransom was left gobsmacked. He succeeded at talking to a woman. Well, he only succeeded with her help, but he’s not gonna mention that if anyone asks. For all intents and purposes, he’s arranged a secret rendezvous with an older woman. No elaboration was necessary, according to him at least.

For the next few hours, Ransom not-so-sneakily kept an eye on wherever Ivy went. He wouldn’t call it stalking her. He was just protecting his interests. He watched as man after man came up to Ivy, crowding her personal space. Ransom was seething quite visibly until he saw how elegantly she dispatched each potential suitor, politely letting them down and sending a look his way to let him know she saw him in the crowd.

He stopped sneering as much after that. She could handle herself just fine without him lurking. He knew that now, but it didn’t stop his eyes from searching for her the rest of the night. 

As 9 turned into 10 and 10 turned into 11, he busied himself with sitting on one of the exquisite phthalo green velvet couches in the parlor. He looked at all the knickknacks that Ivy must have picked up on various excursions around the world. For a moment, he felt like he may be underwhelming to such an amazing woman. But he let that thought die as people started to count down from ten in the other room.

He moved swiftly through the crowd, taking the long staircase two steps at a time to get to the top where Ivy stands waiting for him. Standing in front of her, his focus tied to her and only her. As the partygoers counted down to 1, his hand snaked around her shorter form and pulled her close.

Their breaths mingled; body heat was shared between them. The instant their lips met; it was over. As if the entire party vanished, neither of them tried to keep the kiss innocent. Deepening the kiss, Ransom used his tongue to massage hers, eliciting a deep rumbling moan out of her as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Emboldened by his position, he let his hand slide down past the small of her back to her ample backside. Giving it a healthy squeeze, he sighed into the kiss when she tangled her fingers in his hair.

As Ivy broke the kiss, she rested her forehead against his as they both caught their breath. Ivy lifted her head and smiled as she saw her garnet-toned lipstick smeared across his lips. He looked thoroughly debauched between the makeup on his face and the state of his hair. This simply would not do.

At his furrowed brow, she removed herself from his embrace and took his hand in hers. Pulling him down the long hallway, they entered the master bedroom and made their way to the attached bathroom. He finally caught his reflection in the mirror as she grabbed a makeup wipe from the cabinet. She cleaned his face while holding his jaw as if she thought he would try and escape from her grip. His gaze stayed on her face the entire time.

It had been so long since someone cared for him in this way. He watched as she threw away the wipe in the trash and finger-combed through his hair, making him presentable once again. In a flash, he was in a trance, something he couldn’t put a finger on. He felt so safe with Ivy like she could tell him to do anything, and he would do it without question. He was so deep into subspace that he barely registered Ivy calling his name as he blankly stared at her.

“Ransom? Talk to me, baby,” she encouraged, the back of her hand sweeping down his cheek. His eyes closed as she administered the simple yet desirable touch. 

His mouth opened as his tongue darted out to wet his lips, but no words followed his actions. Ivy guided him back to the bedroom to sit down on the King-sized bed. All the while, he remained focused on her. 

“Alright, baby boy, you gotta help me out here. Where did you go? Come on back to Mommy,” she prodded, surprised when Ransom bit his lip at her use of the word Mommy. Her eyes grew dark, and she understood instantly what he needed from her.

She instructed him to lay back on the bed and he did so promptly. The tent in his pants highlighted his arousal as she climbed over his lap. His hands moved on their own to pull her hips flush with his, but she swatted them away.

“Ask for permission to touch Mommy, baby boy,” she directed, her hands ghosting over his chest as he breathed shallowly.

“May I please touch you, Mommy?” he begged, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides.

“After being so polite, how can I say no to my baby boy?” she conceded, reaching up to let the top of her dress down so her breasts could spill out, “You may touch Mommy, baby.”

“Thank you, Mommy,” he mewled, gripping one breast in each hand as she sat down on his clothed cock. 

She felt his length and girth with how hard he was. He felt the heat coming from her pussy as she ground into him. They both felt the intensity in the air surrounding them. When Ivy leaned down to let Ransom suckle her breast, he did so with a little too much enthusiasm at first. Once he got into a rhythm, he relished that he was able to pull soft whines from her.

Soon enough, he began to feel the tightening chokehold of his impending orgasm. He stopped sucking on her tits and chased after his inevitable end. But he was interrupted by Ivy’s words and the abrupt halt of her hips.

“Baby boy, if you want to cum tonight, you’re gonna need to make Mommy cum first. Is that understood?” she challenged.

“Yes, Mommy,” he sputtered, groaning when she started to grind into him again.

She rode him like her life depended on it, and honestly, when an orgasm was on the horizon, it felt pretty on the nose. He watched her face as she succumbed to the continuous poking of the tip of his dick into her swollen nub. He coveted the way her legs tightened around him, imagining what it would feel like to be inside her when she cums.

That thought proved to be overwhelming and while she was coming down from her high, he followed right after her. Like waves crashing into a pier, his climax washed over him. White-hot heat rushed through his cock as it spilled his jizz inside his pants. Ivy, in all her glory, never stopped riding him as he came. Even as it became too much and he whimpered for her to stop, she only slowed down. She enjoyed it so much, watching him fall apart under her.

As a tear escaped his eye, she let up on her cruel punishment of his overworked length. She removed herself from his lap and crawled up the bed to take him in her arms. His breathing had calmed down and he laid his head against her chest, idly sucking on one nipple as he lay there. He looked up into her eyes and she smiled down at him, effortlessly putting him at ease. 

They stayed that way until Ransom started to squirm in her arms, surely not enjoying the way his cum was starting to dry against his skin. She cleaned him up in the bathroom, her mouth gaping open when she finally caught sight of the sheer size of his cock. If she was ever going to get to ride it, she would need a lot of prep. He put a hand over hers when she unconsciously began to pump his soft penis.

She thought he had been trying to get her to stop but was surprised when he only wanted to change the pace of her hand. He threw his head back when she tightened her fist and knelt in front of him. Watching her through heavy-lidded eyes, he babbled nonsense for a moment until his balls drew up and he shot milky ropes into her waiting mouth. His hands went to her shoulders and unsteady legs doing their best to hold him up after blowing his load twice.

He had heard of post-nut clarity, but he was experiencing something completely different. Perhaps akin to love, but not as deep. He watched as she swallowed, warmth spreading through his chest. Maybe he was wrong, feeling more and more entranced by Ivy with every second they spent together.

She fixed her dress and her lipstick, leaving the red smudges on his cock with a smile as she zipped him up. She took him further down the hall to a hidden stairwell that led into the kitchen. They had evaded any prying eyes from partygoers, making it seem like they had been in this room the whole time.

Famished from earlier activities, they munched on hors d’oeurves and made comfortable small talk. All earlier nervousness was a distant memory as they laughed and carried on like two lovesick teenagers.

Well, like one lovesick teenager and a grown-ass woman. At this point, age was nothing but a number. A number that neither of them cared about. They exchanged numbers, making a point to see one another again.

Eventually, they made it back into the party. Ivy made sure to say a lengthy farewell to Ransom’s parents, praising them for raising such a gentleman much to the shock of Richard and Linda, but they recovered gracefully. Shortly thereafter, the Drysdales made their exit.

During the car ride home, Richard joked that Ransom had a schoolboy crush on Ivy. ‘If they only knew,’ he thought to himself.

Over the rest of his winter break from college, Ransom spent more and more time with Ivy where she taught him tip after hint after trick about pleasing a woman. It was less out of the goodness of her heart and more about the kismet between them. She enjoyed his banter as much as his body. He loved coming to her place for a home-cooked meal and the company of a woman who thought the world of him.

When the winter break ended, Ransom spent his last night in town with Ivy. Of course, his parents showed barely any interest in the fact that he was leaving early or who he was spending his time with. In their eyes, he was not only an adult, but also no longer their problem. 

Ransom had hoped that finally, Ivy would let him make love to her. But she felt a strange sense of moral obligation when it came to him losing his virginity. As much as she wanted to be his first, she didn’t want him to get even more attached to her. She knew he was in love, and if she let herself follow him, it would not end pretty. Better to end their little doomed romance now, before either of them could get hurt.

Explaining all of this to him went better than she expected. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, jaw tightening as he looked away from Ivy. She counted to five before reaching a hand to his shoulder, surprised when his hand covered hers. 

Unshed tears shone in his eyes when he turned to look back at her again. Maintaining eye contact, he brought her hand to his lips to place a kiss on the back of her knuckles. He still relished the way her breath caught in her throat when he showered her with affection.

“No matter what happens, just remember this moment. It’s just us here, no one else. If this is the last moment we share, let’s make it worth it,” he pressed, praying for all the world that she would change her mind.

“Ransom, this isn’t exactly easy for me. I want you, please know that. But you deserve to have a relationship with someone. Perhaps, someone closer to your age. Someone with shared experiences. I would only be holding you back. That is my honest opinion,” she sniffed, continuing to reluctantly push him away.

“I won’t ever stop wanting you. You make me feel things I never thought were possible. I just wish I could give you a fraction of what you give me,” he lamented.

“Trust me, you have made an impact on my life. Who knows? Maybe one day down the line, we could get together and get a cup of coffee and laugh about this,” she hinted, hoping he would take her olive branch.

“I hope we can. I’m gonna hold you to it,” he beamed, a grin painting his features and replacing the sad look he once wore, “I should get going, I guess.”

“I’ll walk you out,” she said, standing and letting him lead the way. 

She wasn’t surprised at all when he kissed her neck while hugging her. Nor when he predictably trailed kisses over her jaw and up to her lips. But she couldn’t hold back her delight when he nibbled at her bottom lip and soothed away the sting with his tongue.

For a moment, when he leaned back from her, they just looked into each other’s eyes. Nothing was said because words were unnecessary at this point. Every moment, every kiss, every shared laugh was worth it to be able to share this last long gaze.

As soon as Ivy closed the door behind Ransom, she slumped to the floor and cried her eyes out.

That night, as he drove home from Ivy’s estate, Ransom shed tears all the way back to his dorm room. 

17 Years Later

Ransom is in town for a New Year’s Eve party thrown by his grandfather. He’s grown to loathe the damned holiday and it’s not a wonder why. He’s only there to make an appearance and swiftly leave before having to make awkward small talk with his parents. While sneaking into the kitchen to find the secret stash of cookies, he overhears a sound he hasn’t heard in so long but would recognize it anywhere.

He follows the source of the laughter and is astounded to see her standing and speaking to his grandfather. Entering the living room fully, he clears his throat and they both look at him. The look on Ivy’s face of pleased anticipation threw gasoline on a fire in his soul that he thought had long gone out.

“Ivy Kensington, I’d like to introduce you to my oldest grandson. Ransom Drysdale, meet Ivy,” Harlan remarks, not knowing that these two are very well-acquainted already. Harlan excuses himself, leaving them alone in the room.

“Ransom, I-”

“You look amazing,” he blurts, cutting her off before she can say anything.

They share a laugh, a moment of excitement and comfort between them. Staring into each other’s eyes told them everything they needed to know. 

And as the partygoers start to count down from 10, they realize they have been sitting in the living room for hours exchanging stories of the past and what they were up to now. The worries they had once upon a time were all gone. All that was left was the sliver of opportunity that wafted in the air once they shared a kiss.

The passion was there as if it was still so many years ago. As if Ransom didn’t have laugh lines or crow’s feet when he smiled. As if Ivy wasn’t sporting a few perfectly groomed grey hairs sprouting about in her curls. As if that final goodbye wasn’t all that final.

And that was as good a place as any to start.

A/N: OK so this was my first time writing Ransom and I made him kinda soft as puppy toes in most of this. I hope you enjoy it.

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[chweverni]

Bucket List

pairing : bff!vernon x reader

synopsis : hansol vernon chwe, the only friend you've had since kindergarten, is the only one who you love spending time with. why? because he's your best friend, right?

word count : 1.03k

author's note : domestic vernon is what i need rn. i would recommend listening to "Freudian" by Daniel Caesar (yes the whole album), while reading this, bc i wanted this short drabble to scream freudian LOL

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"i've always wanted to try one thing," vernon, your best friend since kindergarten suddenly voices, out of the blue, while whisking the cake batter manually with all his might.

"that would be..?", you ask, greasing the cake pan.

"this.", vernon advanced to you, booping your nose with his index finger, previously dipped in the cake batter. "a nice addition to your awfully focused face. loosen up a little! its fine if the cake tastes nothing like one, i swear i have some money left to just buy one already!", he ends this with a smile. your heart aches a bit, knowing that you'd probably never see this smile if you speak your mind to him right now. how his flour dusted face looked oh so adorable, his unruly hair from the constant nudging while whisking that damn batter.

while you were zoning out on how you'd potentially have to move countries, change names and identities if you'd confess to your best friend, he stares at you, with his dark brown eyes. "earth to y/n? wake up, the heck?"

he grabs your shoulders, which makes you flinch, and in just the blink of an eye, you hear something metallic fall. you wince in pain, as your eyes widen at the realization. your hands hit the bowl, where all that precious batter was whisked perfectly by your perfect boyfriend best friend.

you slowly descended, your knees meeting the kitchen floor, as you start sobbing. vernon at first, is shocked. the poor boy couldn't even comprehend what happened, and just a moment later, you found yourselves in front of a confectionery. you were still recovering from that heart attack. if you could hide in a hole forever, you would. totally.

while walking to the confectionery, you tried everything, i mean everything to ignore that big, ball of cuteness accompanying you. but of course, that smartass had to detect it later.

you stared at the different cakes from the glass of the insanely pretty display case. your eyes glimmered at each and every one, but would you really ask for something from your best friend, right after shattering his efforts into a gazillion pieces? of course not! "how long are you planning to avoid me? if you don't ask, i won't buy anything for you. so, speak up, right now!", vernon bent to your height, staring you down with his sweet eyes, which caused your heart to race faster than usain bolt.

you cleared your throat and looked away, pointing to that one cake in the display case, still not voicing your thoughts. "you do know i can hear right?", he reminded you again, this time pointing to his ears. all you could do was stare blankly at him. he sighed, "look, you don't have to feel bad about earlier. it's literally called the past for a reason. and, to make you feel even better, i think we added corn flour instead of just flour, so we're actually fine." he patted your head, and then your shoulders.

what are we? you thought to yourself. whatever the heck he said right now, would he do it for anyone else?

"uhm, i'd like the marshmallow chocolate one please! and i am so sorry about earlier i don't know how my hand just went whoop and boom, it hit your perfect batter which fell onto the ground and then-" vernon held your hand, giving it a light, reassuring pump; "stop being such a worrywart, it's totally fine y/n."

excuse me? how dare he be this smooth? does he even know what he's doing to you right now? unfair!

back at your shared apartment, you and vernon sat on the floor, at opposite sides of the table, with drinks and the cake laid out. vernon fixed the music speaker, as it played daniel caesar's get you. the sound was faint, but it added to the cozy feeling of the situation. his eyes bored into your face, as you took a bite of that soft cake. you felt his eyes staring, to which your body responded by sending all the blood to your cheeks.

"are you.. not going to eat right now?"

"later, you look really adorable right now."

"oh okay-", you replied, picking up the soda can to drink up, until you brain processed what he just said right now. you choked on your own spit, coughing a bazillion times. great way to respond to a complement, y/n, really.

"be so real right now." you said, blinking twice, while vernon on the other hand was having the time of his life, laughing away half his soul at you nearly dying. "you got really flustered; do you like it when i complement you, y/n?"

what's gotten into him today? why is he so damn bold today? what the fuck?

his eyes were on you, while you settled for his. gosh do you feel this right now? you breathed out, as both your bodies inched closer to one another. during that intense stare-down, you whispered; " i really need to pee right now."

silence filled the room. and both of you broke out in a fit of laughter.

"what the heck was that?", his eyes resembled crescent moons as his sweet laugh echoed in your hears.

"i don't know, i was nervous, haha, i guess?" you replied, clearly shivering out of embarrassment. "do you really have to pee though?", he asked. you shook your head, too early, excited for what was about to happen.

he smiled, resting his head on the table on his arms, as he softly asked, "did you know that i have a huge crush on you?" "shit, you beat me to it!" "y/l/n y/n, will you go out with me?" you collected some frosting from the cake, as you painted on the paper plate, Y-E-S, accompanied with a disheveled smiley face at the end.

"typical you", he smiled, flaring his gums to you. embarrassment crept up your cheeks as you buried your head on the table. he got up and sat next to you, as you turned to look at him.

he crept closer to kiss your forehead.

"that's another thing i wanted to try this year"

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HOPE YALL LIKED THIS ONE ;DD please show some support ehe

cr: chweverni on tumblr only! <3 (2023)

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[cherievol6]

California Dreamin'

summer nights as an up and coming seventies rock band

word count: <1000

warnings: swearing, moustaches

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"Marco, if you don't stop messing with that needle-"

"I'm not!" Marco screeches in defence from behind his new porn stache, lifting his hands up in a surrendered position when Harry saunters over to his new record player and stands in front of it protectively. You giggle quietly at their behaviour, squinting as you watch the boys squabble from the patio doors. Harry had saved money from his first released record to buy this Technics player, so he was feeling precious about it. He'd only really let you fiddle with it, but you always saw him monitoring you over your shoulder.

Melanie stalks down the rich oak stairs in her new bootleg jeans she found in a small charity shop back home, her worn down guitar in hand and a notebook. She wrote the best songs on her oldest guitar. You'd said to Harry a few years ago that you believed everyone's instrument is supernaturally bound to them in some way. You were both pretty high at time.

"God, Melanie. I miss my jeans so much." You whine.

"As if you're not looking unbelievably sexy on that garden chair over there. Marco, here, come and get the gorgeous pregnant woman a drink, would you?" Melanie replies, leaning to kiss you on the cheek and propping her things on the cream sofas. She snatches her scarf from over the lamp in the living room and ties it around her neck.

"Is this gorgeous pregnant woman in the room with us?- Ow! I'm messing, you miserable old sod." Marco sends you a wink but is quickly reprimanded by a swat to the head by your man, who was intensely inspecting his Bowie vinyl for scratches. You quietly giggle, knowing yours and Marco's relationship was playful and unserious, though you really liked Harry's protectiveness.

"Talk bad about my missus again and I'll rip that monstrosity clean off." Harry points to Marco's moustache before patting his cheek heavily, looking over at you with a glint in his eye. You grin, pretending that didn't make you slightly turned on. You were pregnant, it was hard not to be turned on by anything Harry did. Especially when he was wearing his maroon corduroy trousers and just a tank top, cigarette hanging from his lips and a glass of whiskey in the other. Your hand rests over your bump covered by an airy white summer dress, and Harry looks at you from across the room like you hung every star in the sky.

Marco appears by your side with a cloudy lemonade and you smile, grabbing his hand in a thank you and shifting on your garden chair to feel more comfortable. Harry had rented this place for your stay in Malibu whilst you, him and the rest of the band wrote their new album, but sometimes you secretly wished you could live here forever. Large veranda doors that open wide to let the setting sun in, beautiful oak walls and avocado coloured marble on the kitchen floor. You could sit and write every day here.

"What's on your mind, my pretty lady?" Harry's deep voice is smooth like treacle in your ears. You glance over to where he's situating himself on the other outdoor chair, stubbing out his cigarette now that he's next to you. Opal coloured sunglasses cover his eyes, and his hair remains slightly more grown out than usual. He always looked like this when he wasn't doing shows, kind of rugged, rockstar-ish. You loved it.

"I love this house, so much." You breathe. He grasps your hand and kisses it softly, holding it there as he sighs contentedly, glancing over at the skyline and the sun creeping behind. An orange glow sets over the small house and you smile, observing Marco and Melanie trying to light the old barbecue that must have been at least ten years old. Harry's hand creeps up your leg under your white summer dress, slipping it over his knee so he can run his hand up and down - brushing over your ankles every so often.

"How the fuck do you where these when you're pregnant?" He fiddles with the strap of your brown wedged heels.

"Just 'cause I'm pregnant doesn't mean I can't still dress nicely. You know, I found a column in the paper back home by this young'un called Sophie Clark. She writes little fashion pieces at college. She's dedicated a section to me every week. 'The stylish lead starlet of The Saffron'. I need to keep up appearances." You muse, fiddling with the large thin hoop earrings that Harry had gifted you just the day before.

He leans down and kisses your shin, before travelling his hand to your bump unconsciously. "I know. I read it sometimes when you're away at your writing sessions back home and I can't see you. Need to know what you're wearing so I can picture taking it off you--"

You give him a knowing look, and he closes his mouth immediately with a mischievous look. His hand moves in gentle circles over your stomach and you revel in the feeling. It quite literally could not get any better than this. A warm, summer evening in California, the smell of incense coming from inside the house. The hum of The Mamas and Papas travelling from the turntable speakers.

"We're gonna write some good shit here, guys." You inhale. Harry hums and reaches for his notepad on the ground next to the chair, flipping it open and writing something down pensively.

"You found a muse already?" You try and peek and he laughs, slamming the leather bound book shut and grabbing your hand to plant a kiss.

"Just feeling inspired. Entranced. In love." He murmurs and closes his eyes, "I've got all of my muse right here in my hand."

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heyyyyy!!! so i've kind of created a new lil universe after watching daisy jones and falling into a hole of 70s obsessions again. lmk if you'd like more little blurbs from these characters. I introduce you to The Saffron. my own little seventies rock band.

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[milkybonya]

☆ treasure Asahi~Junghwan as boyfriends ☆

requested by the lovely @achiresyou 

#: fluff, gender neutral reader

find Hyunsuk~Jaehyuk [here]

[💌: stop i miss treasure soooooo bad,,, especially Mashidam,, i was watching ot12 videos and compilations last night and it made my heart hurt T_T also these headcannons are so short... i could go on forever about the boys ah i had to force myself to stop writing but one day i wanna write longer and detailed ones for each member >_&lt;]

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆

🤖 Asahi 🤖

like Junkyu, you'll have a lot of dates spent at home doing things you like at home like playing video games or watching movies/shows. and you get private access to producer!Asahi :] he always stays quiet when you walk in to check on how his song-making is going, but inside he's really happy to see you !

gets all stiff when you give him a hug but really he is m e l t i n g inside <3 sometimes, he'll randomly kiss you out of the blue and then act like nothing happened.

ever since he met you, most of the photos he takes with his film camera are of you ☆_☆ he is truly and utterly in love ! shows them to you after he gets them developed and points out how beautiful you are, even if you don't agree.

loves to cuddle with you and finds himself wrapping all his limbs around you even in his sleep >_<

🦊 Yedam 🦊

i miss him so much x2 oh my god he's a literal classic textbook boyfriend.. the type who shows up to your house at 4am so he can take you out for a walk on a street with pretty streetlights ☆ doesn't even care, does so much couple stuff in public (only if you're comfortable!) like holding your hand or placing his arm around your waist/shoulder, feeding you bites of the dessert you're sharing, wiping food off your face with his thumb, offering you his jacket....

loves when you touch his hair, run your fingers through it, or pat his head... it makes him so weak he'll do anything you say while you do that to him <33 also loves running his fingers through his own hair to get your attention because he knows how good he looks while doing it ;)

loves? biting/kissing your shoulder? even just playfully/lovingly/affectionately???? and is always whispering sweet nothings to you all the time.. when you wake up,, before you sleep,, like "y/n you're so precious" aHH i love him.

🐰 Doyoung 🐰

very classy but also chaotic bf??? super caring <33 brings you snacks when you're busy with something or even just watching a video, gives you his jacket when you're cold. he'll always be texting you reminders to bring an umbrella, telling you it's cold and to wear extra layers. he looks out for you so much ♡_♡

when he has his little weird moments and suddenly starts laughing (i love his laugh sm) for no reason, he'll expect you to play along,, pls play along with Dobby ! don't call him weird or he'll get sad </3

i imagine him loving eye contact with you? like just staring deeply into your eyes with a smile while both of you are cuddle or sat beside each other on the couch :>

he is your biggest hypeman and supporter.. always rooting for you and wanting you to succeed! ♡ will always be there for you when you have a hard time and will always remind you how amazing you are~

🦙 Haruto 🦙

my bias >_< tho he's yours as u read this <3 very bestie vibes boyfriend over super romantic? always being very playful and teasing you like pinching your cheeks before grabbing an item you can't reach (if you're shorter!), or winking and acting all full of himself when he wins a video game. his physical affection is super random and out of the blue, like quick pecks on your cheek whenever he feels like it, suddenly hugging you and he'll bury your head into his chest, reaching for your hand and claiming it's cause your hand looked 'lonely'...

seeing you in his clothes makes him smirk non-stop like it'll make his day.. he can't stop smiling!!! and omg will let you paint his nails if you want and will quietly watch over you eith heart eyes

whines 'okay mom/dad' when you tell him to drink more water instead of cola, but loves and appreciates that you look out for him <3 he'll be upset if you aren't hydrated too tho!

🐺 Jeongwoo 🐺

a self-conscious bean :( thrives when you hype him up and gets all giddy!! he melts when you hold his hand and rub little circles on the back to comfort him or just to show him affection <3

you'll get random vocal serenades from him all. the. time. he'll be walking around your house in his pyjamas, his shirt put on backwards because he was so sleepy when he changed last night, belting out the highest notes and then dedicating the love song he's singing to you... you're so lucky <3

he'll feel so comfy around you that he shows you all his sides--his sleepy, sad, and tired sides where he whines and buries his head in your neck, but also his super hyper, confident, and loud sides where he's bouncing around and telling you to feel how sharp his jawline is.

he'll always be telling you how much he loves you and how amazing you are, whether through text or straight to your lovely face <33

🐮 Junghwan 🐮

so many of your dates will involve food, especially if you're a foodie like him <33 he'll practically worship you if you cook for him, too >_< even if you're not a great cook, he'll always tell you your food is delicious!

loves being babied by you but also loves to protect you, to hold your hand and pull you into his chest. will whine and ask for kisses sometimes... if the members see him doing that he'll be so embarrassed >_<

purposely leaves him hoodies at your house for you to wear them hehe and then will act delightfully surprised when you show up in his clothes !

likes sending you recordings of his freestyle dances because he knows how flustered you get seeing him all sweaty and tired,, or sometimes he'll even invite you to watch him practice in person! and then he'll chase you around while sweaty for a hug hehe

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[neuroticbookworm]

Parenting in La Pluie, Episode 11

Last week, Tai finally, finally got The Explanation from his parents, and hoo boy, did they NAIL IT. He threw a spectacular tantrum as an adult man at his mom’s wedding and his parents did not immediately disown him, which is impressive in its own right. What’s more impressive is how they talked sense into him, undoing the knots of confusion in his head about their divorce, and how it has shaped his understanding of the concept of love and relationships.

Tai arrives at the wedding, and immediately throws side eyes at his mom and her now-husband, Nu. He sits down at the table with his brothers, and when his brother Nuea asks him about his fight with Patts that led to their breakup, he deflects by saying it was nothing special, it just didn’t work out. Nuea then says “You got a soulmate as your boyfriend. That is precious” and Sangtien and Saengchan emphatically agree with him. Tai then asks Nuea “As it comes down to this, do you still want me to believe in soulmates?” implying their parents’ separation. Their dad arrives, and Tai observes his parents and Nu happily interacting with each other and then asks his brothers “As you see this, don’t you feel something? Dad is congratulating Mom on her new wedding”.

It is clear from Tai’s behavior and his words that he does not understand how a person can love someone and wish them happiness, even when they cannot be the one who gives it to them. Tai gets increasingly upset as his mom gives her wedding toast, and walks away when Yadfah says “They (Warun and her children) are still my beloved ones, I love them, forever”. He walks away because he thinks she is lying, if she still likes Warun, why would she break-up with him? And how can she fall in love with Nu and marry him? It does not make sense to Tai and it does not fit the idea of love he has in his head.

Nu sees Yadfah’s heart breaking into a million pieces, as she watches her son essentially shrug off her declaration of love for him and walk away. He then tells her “The most important thing for him right now is to understand us. If Saengtai is happy, we will be happy. Now Saengtai is my son too” (we love Uncle Nu in this house, ladies, gentlemen, and my non-binary frens).

So, Yadfah and Warun follow Tai to Saengchan’s room, and Warun asks him how he is feeling, since Tai excused himself from the table saying that he is feeling dizzy. This is a tiny but amazing detail to show us how they have been patient and understanding of Tai’s struggle with their separation. They leave the ball in Tai’s court, waiting for him to ask them, when he is ready to really listen to them. When Tai gives them that opening they have been waiting for, by saying “You know I lied. I don’t have a headache”, Warun and Yadfah look at their son, look at each other, nod, and then Warun starts talking. I’m a big fan of parents establishing and reassuring themselves as A TEAM before they try to talk sense into their fucked up child’s head.

A quick detour: this is not the first time I have talked about divorce and the effect it has on the children in the family. I have done it before when Step by Step had a similar scene where Pat’s parents talked to him about their separation, when Pat was having his quarter-life crisis breakdown on their shoulders. I concluded that piece saying that divorce must not always be demonized and blamed as the root of trauma for whatever difficulty children face in their adulthood. And I noticed a few people in the notes, rightfully pointing out that divorce can be a traumatic experience for the children even when it is amicable. I fully agree. I do and I understand. But the reason why I am so defensive about this narrative is that it can be easily reduced and twisted into “divorce is bad, it traumatizes children, so no one should get divorced”. Divorce can be a deeply traumatizing experience for the children, but their parents staying in a marriage that does not work anymore is worse. Nobody wants to break up a perfectly good marriage. Couples who contemplate divorce know that this is the option that will get them and their children out of this unhappy situation with the least amount of pain. And when children are made aware of this, they will eventually grow and heal from this pain. And they will see that their parents still did whatever was best for them, even if that meant separating from each other.

Warun echoes this exact sentiment in his explanation. He apologizes to Tai, telling him that he and Yadfah thought not bringing their problems to Tai was the right thing to do, which in retrospect, is decidedly not. He says “We thought it would be better if you know nothing” and Yadfah adds “especially you, who has hearing loss”, which, as @shortpplfedup notes here, implies that Tai might’ve gotten some special treatment from his parents, being their only kid with a hearing loss. Warun continues and clarifies that he never lied to Tai, a callback to their conversation at the restaurant after Tai’s dinner date with Patts, where he told Tai “I do still love your mom. I don’t lie to myself about it. And, I’m glad for her (relationship with Nu). And I don’t lie to myself about it, either”. He says “Marriage is not only about love” and we see the argument between him and Yadfah in the flashback scene. It shows how even though their lives are centered around their children and their shared goal and desire to provide the best life for them, their points of focus have led them to drift apart in different directions, leading to them spending less and less time together. We finally hear Yadfah say the words “Maybe we should separate”.

At this point, I was ready to be disappointed because I wanted Tai to confront his idea that his mom is the instigator of this divorce and therefore the villain in this narrative. And if Yadfah is the one who uttered the S word first, I was afraid that Tai would latch on to it and regress back into his immature stance. But no, the show surprised me yet again because the writers are so. fucking. smart. The scene shifts back to the present and Warun says “But that is not the day we separated. For a year after that we tried to talk, adjust and move forward”.  He explains that he and Yadfah realized that though they are on different paths now, they still share the same goal. And then he says it. He says “I told your mom that we should get a divorce”. And we immediately see the seismic shift in Tai’s mind, his entire understanding of his mom, his dad, their love for each other, their marriage to each other and their family, crumbles to dust. He looks completely shaken and stunned. The world does not make sense to him anymore.

Yadfah now joins the conversation and reiterates how even though they are separated, they will always care for each other and their children. She says “Our love has just shifted to a different form”. She then adds a statement that shakes the foundations of Tai’s belief system for the second time. She says “Although we are separated, we will still be soulmates forever. When it rains, we still talk to each other” and we see Tai immediately realize how monumentally he has fucked up with Patts. He broke the soulmate bond. He wanted to be free of this destiny and he screamed it out into the universe with so much hate that the universe obliged. But he forgot that destiny is not the only thing that’s tying him to Patts. Patts chose to love him, and Tai could only see that love through the veil of destiny that binds them. He did not understand that Patts loved him in spite of the soulmate bond, not because of it. To quote the ever eloquent and lovely @liyazaki, real love is freedom.

gif by @liyazaki

At this point, the other Saeng brothers and Nu enter the room, and it’s interesting that Saengtai and Saengchan (the tantrum throwers) stand on one side and Saengtien and Saengnuea stand behind their dad, on the same side as their parents. Warun then tells them that he is happy for Yadfah and Nu, and that he would still want this even if he can go back in time. “This is my love for your mom”.

Warun then addresses all his children and says “Being soulmates is not more important than what we believe in”. Oh, so he does know that all his children (but one) are knuckleheads who think soulmates are precious, huh. That’s not to say the one who does not believe in soulmates is not not a knucklehead, he is just a different type of tool than his brothers. Anyway, Warun is an excellent dad who knows exactly how his sons might think and preemptively clarifies before they can do (more) damage.

Finally, Tai unfreezes and tearfully apologizes to his parents. Warun, being the absolute best, immediately says that he and Yadfah were never angry at him, and that they should’ve spoken to all their children before and it would’ve made things better. Tai then tells his parents “No matter what happens, please don’t leave each other alone”, no doubt thinking about how he has left Patts alone. And then we see the most adorable family group hug that has ever graced my eyeballs.

gif by @liyazaki

Tien, my adorable, yet deadly sweet-and-sassy boy, invites Nu to join, but Nu stays put. I told my fellow La Pluie clowns that I would’ve LOVED to see Nu in that group hug, given he had just proclaimed an adult toddler who was ruining his wedding as his son. But @bengiyo pointed out that while Nu may be ready to embrace his new family, Tai was not. And he’s right.

This is not the end of Tai’s journey. He will still have a lot to unpack and understand about love, relationships, family, and so on. He will have thoughts that conflict with this new context and perspective he has just gained and he will have to talk them through with his loved ones. He will have to unlearn old patterns and behaviors that hurt the people in his life, the ones he loves. But it all starts with an open and honest conversation. And what a gloriously beautiful conversation it was.

Shoutout to @lurkingshan for beta-reading this post

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[prodtrouver]

I’m Looking For You — Shikanoin Heizou

To say Heizou is nervous was an understatement. Heizou was shaking and didn’t know what to do nor what to say.

Psychology students who were looking at Heizou thought that he was a cat about to face a tiger. The hand that was holding your umbrella was shaking. He really didn’t know what to do.

He was about to back out, too nervous to see you until he heard your laugh. Tha boy immediately turned around to see you with Aether, Lumine, and Xiao. You looked so happy, Heizou slightly frowned.

Just to his luck, you noticed him. Your eyes widened for a second before your surprised expression turned into a sweeter one. The way the sides of your lips were pulled up just to smile at him.

You waved farewell to Xiao, Aether, and Lumine before running to Heizou’s side. The red tint returned to Heizou’s cheeks and the fast beating of his heart returned.

He tilted his head down, his eyes still on you until you were right in front of him. Your eyes are full of glee and the smile you have on for him to see.

“Good afternoon, Heizou. What brings you here?” You let out a soft chuckle while Heizou tried to form a sentence - no, word just to answer you. He cleared his throat while showing his hand that was holding your umbrella.

“Ah, right! And I thought you wanted to get a drink with me.” Heizou’s eyes widened at your words. His cheeks got redder and he hid his trembling hands behind him.

What’s this? Why is he so nervous around a person he just met on the day before? Heizou took a deep breath before clearing his throat again. He looks at you who had a puzzled look with a puzzled smile.

“I-I mean, it won't rain again, right? We could have a drink at Angel’s Share while getting to know each other.” Heizou insisted and noticed how your eyes sparkled.

You patted his head, used to patting your friend’s head, much to his dismay. “I know the best drinks in Angel’s Share! I’ll recommend a few to you!”

Heizou took a sip of his drink. Still, quite nervous.

“Why do you look so tense, Heizou? Do you feel uncomfortable with me?” You asked while you both walked through the stone path of the park near the university’s dorms.

Heizou immediately shook his head, “I’m just feeling nervous around new people.” He makes an excuse, not wanting to scare you by saying he’s feeling nervous around you. Especially since you are a psychology major.

“Ah then I hope we become closer. I don't want you to be nervous around me forever.” You laughed and turned to look at him. Your eyes widened as you almost dropped your drink.

“WAH, HEIZOU - your nose is bleeding!” You panicked and moved in front of him. Heizou stayed calm and only touched the blood with his cold hands. He didn’t look bothered at all.

“Hey, don’t touch the blood!” You said before you dragged him to a nearby bench. Heizou sat in front of you while you stayed standing. You poured water on your handkerchief before your hands lifted his cheeks to look at you.

You gently wiped the blood away from his nose while Heizou watched you stay focused on him. It was a simple nosebleed that could be because of his nervousness around him.

That's when Heizou realized.

You’re so close to him. There’s a little to no distance between you two. Your warm hand was on his cheeks and the other was wiping the blood away from his nose.

“A-ah, y/n!” Heizou suddenly stood up, surprising you. “I forgot I still have homework to do! Haha, BYE!” And with that, Heizou started running away

Now, you’re left there. Confused and concerned over the boy.

08 :: perfectly fine

𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 :: 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 :: 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 :: another usual day for heizou to place his sweet macarons on the library table and goes away for a few minutes to look for some books. Except on this memorable day, someone took his macarons. What first thought to be accidental case turned into a regular occurrence, so it became his goal to find out whose been taking his precious macarons.

𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 :: @spookyrule @strawbxrrytiger @aequha @slvdsjjk @aixaingela @ferumie @kayleigh-reuthlr @hadesaedes @whats-humanity-lol @rinshouya @nei-rinn @yohoo-tehee @kuni-kuzushii @mikctp @rrinsluvr @jiminscarmex @elysiasbae @thenightsflower

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