#to baby with a tiny paper to propose to her love

[thecapricunt1616]

Lily of the Valley - (c.b. oneshot)

O/S INSPO:  Lily of the Valley Soothing, calming, draws peace and tranquility, and repels negativity. Assists in empowering happiness and mental powers. Married couples should plant Lily of the Valley in their first garden to promote longevity of the marriage.  POSTED DATE:03/30/2024 W/C: 4,114

A/N: FINALLY!!!! I am so sorry this took forever! This O/S is based on this adorable request from the LOML @daysofyellowroses - please check out her blog! I hope this satisfies your Carmy Proposing idea! I'm sorry it took so long i've been sick, but were back baby!!! Requests are opennnn y'all! This is also heavily inspired by my amazing OOMF @gingergofastboatsmojito - In another timeline Carmy still somehow came across Madame Stardusts jewelry (she transcends time and space that woman!) , & Stella exists too! If you want to meet more of that character in the universe Ginger created (I highly recommend you do)you can read that AMAZING FIC HERE ! Please be sure to leave kudos & comments & give Ginger all the flowers she deserves!!!

WARNINGS FOR BTC: Smut, Swearing, NO USE OF Y/N - As little physical description as possible, fluffy Carmen, OC Carmy - (He's more emotionally grown obvi hahah)

➵ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 

You pushed the heavy, bulging tote bags full of groceries up your arm as you walked back to Your&Carmy’s shared Condo Building. The wildflower seeds you’d thrown on the little patches of grass on your walks to the train, along the sidewalk on your block had finally started to bloom. Adorable tiny little flowers in vibrant shades of blue, pink, purple, yellow, and white peeking out over the sidewalk's edge. 

Spring had most definitely sprung in Chicago by this point. Your commute whilst walking to work down Michigan Ave, passing the stunning array of tulips, had told you that fiercely every time you walked to and from the train this week on the way to work. It was finally Friday, and you couldn’t be happier. 

Carmen had been so busy this week- busier than normal. You’d usually just hang out with your best friends to fill that pathetic, lonely void while grading papers and doing your own assignments- but they were busy this week too! You were convinced the universe had bound you to loneliness this week, so naturally, all you wanted to do was get home, crawl into bed, and sleep- until Carmy came in around 2 to 3 am, and get that savored 15 minutes of cuddles after his shower, before exhaustion came over you again and you fell back asleep. 

You used your special key fob to get in the door of your condo’s shared building, which to your standards was very luxurious- it included amenities you’d never even thought of. You and Carmy had moved in together 3 months ago, it took a lot of convincing on your end. You and Carmy had lived on opposite ends of town, so every time you’d see eachother, (which was very often) -  it would be an hour's drive that he insisted- or, him losing the battle- and allowing you to take the train back all those stops. 

You weren’t particularly religious,  it was more just a personal preference - that you would be at least engaged before you were to move in together. Especially before having a mortgage together. You’d told Carmy this, and he’d given you the same answer each time over the last two years he’d been begging - “Baby we know we’re in love, you know we’re eachothers forever person - we tell eachother every day! We’ve been together 3 years, Let me take care of you” 

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to be taken care of- it’s just…you liked working. You loved your job, you’d went to school and earned a masters degree for Christ sake, and were currently working on your PHD. You couldn’t ever see yourself giving that up, and moving in with a boyfriend and him insisting on paying all the bills made you fear you’d fall pregnant, and then your professional life would be over. 

But, Carmen had insisted to you he wasn’t interested in children unless you were. You were sure at one point you never wanted them, but you were becoming more afraid, because seeing as amazing an uncle Carmen was, how naturally kind and understanding he was of children- it brought out something in you. It was so sudden that you could imagine turning your shared library / art studio into a nursery during slow time at work. 

You walked down the hall, in no rush to be home. The only presence waiting being your cat, Truffle, Carmy had insisted on the name due to his deep black fur. 

You approached the door, confused as to why you were hearing…music? From your apartment? You shook the hope of Carmy being home this early away, not wanting to be dissapointed. The neighbors downstairs must be blasting that same kind of jazz instrumental Carmy listens to so loud that you heard it through the floor. 

You unlock the door, and sure enough the music playing softly through the condo gets a tad louder but the first thing to catch your eye was the white and pink rose petals making a trail to the kitchen. You heard Carmy humming lightly, the sound of chopping on the cutting board. 

“Bear?” You quickly nudge the door shut with your hip, not even bothering to take your shoes off and rushing down the hall into the kitchen. Sitting atop the breakfast bar, was a vase packed with beautiful pink and white roses. 

He looks up from the cutting board “My favorite girl” he stops what he was doing immediately coming and taking the bags from your shoulders, setting them down before greeting you with a sweet kiss. He cupped your cheeks gently, pulling you in to him so you were flush together with his other hand.  

“You used our card f’that right?” He asked softly when he pulled away. You roll your eyes a bit, he had insisted you get a shared credit card, and that you purchase everything with it- and at the end of the month, he will show you the statement, and only pay a quarter of the total, just another one of the ways he assured every financial burden of yours was eased significantly. 

“Yes, what is all this baby?” You asked, motioning to the roses. “Did I forget somethin? Our anniversary isn’t for another 2 months” you asked a bit nervously. Carmen wasn’t a stickler for dates, but it would break your heart if you were to forget something important. 

“No- no. I just…just love you- I wanted to show you, and especially after this week I know I’ve been crazy busy, and I’ve been comin’ in late and leavin’ early, and…I just wanted to show my best girl how much she means t’me” he kissed your forehead sweetly and you felt a blush creeping to your cheeks. 

“That’s so sweet Bear. Thank you I love you, this is…no one’s ever done this- oh my god- are those balloons?” You giggled, seeing heart shaped foil balloons tied to your chair at the table and he smiled proudly. 

“Mmhmm, the lady at the flower place said that - we can talk about it later. You wanna cook w’me? You can just watch if you want?” He asked, gently brushing his fingers through your hair. 

“I never turn down a lesson from the best, let me go get changed real quick” you headed toward the bedroom and he stopped you by your hand pulling you back into his chest, kissing your neck with wet open mouth kisses earning a giggle that you couldn’t contain. 

“Mmm- don’t go in there right now, it’s for later. I already got your pajamas right here” he said going over to the couch and grabbing your favorite pair of sweatpants and his old ‘the beef’ tshirt that to you was the most comfortable thing in the world, especially when he wore it to bed for a few nights before giving it back. 

“For later huh?” You muse, taking off your heeled booties and unbuttoning your slacks before peeling them off and trading them for your soft fuzzy grey sweatpants. 

“Mmhmm” he hummed in response and took your pants for you and your blouse and bra as well, bringing them to the laundry room as you put the shirt on and got your hair situated into a bun. 

“What are we cooking today, chef?” You asked, heading over to the kitchen to see there were little bowls of vegetables that have been precut and you gasp happily. “Stop- are we really?” You giggled. 

“I told you that it’s easy baby but you hate eggplant so ratatouille isn’t gonna be something you’re a big fan of” he chuckled. You had watched the movie with him, and told him that the ratatouille dish looked insanely delicious and that you wanted him to make it for you, but he told you your aversion to eggplant would probably turn you off the dish. 

“But there isn’t eggplant” you said looking over the dishes filled with various vegetables. 

“That’s right, this is princess ratatouille. I’ve been figurin’ out different vegetables w’Syd that would work for it, we finally got it right. We have zucchini and a few different squashes, and we have onion and garlic, tomato, bell pepper, everything you like. I think you’ll love it baby.” He said rubbing your back gently. 

“Of course I’m gonna love it bear, I love everything we make together you have the magic touch. So what’s my job?” You asked eagerly. 

“You my special sous chef, are gonna help put the veggies in and I’m gonna do the sauce” He kissed your temple gently. 

“Ok! Let me get my apron” You said, happily turning to the drawer you kept your aprons in.

“Wait-” he said, holding your arm. You look back at him and he looked…nervous.”Is…something wrong?” You questioned, brows furrowed slightly in concern.

“No- no I um….i got you a new one” he said sheepishly, walking over to the island and opening up the cupboard beneath you never used. 

“Oh- ok..Leveling up are we?” You joked, happily leaning against the counter. 

“Jesus-” he chuckled, “Close y’r fuckin eyes- carnival psychic” he teases and you laughed, obliging and closing your eyes.

“Carnival psychic?” you asked and he came over gently putting bundle of fabric in your awaiting hands.

“I swear t’god- you went snoopin’? Open your eyes” he said. You opened your eyes, looking into your hands and seeing an apron. It was white, just like his, and folded perfectly. In thick black letters, intricately painted, ‘ Will You Marry Me? ‘ Adorned with a little red heart over the center pocket that had a square shaped bump.

You felt all of the blood leave your face, your knees feeling wobbly, your mouth gaping in to an O shape, as you stare down at the apron. “Where did you get this?” you whispered, completely awestruck. 

“I-I…um…made it?” he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “I- shit. Fuck- is this not how you pictured it? I’m so fuckin sorry babe- I-I thought…I dunno- like.. You wanted it private? Cause I know you said you’d never-” he’s interrupted by your lips crashing on his in a fervent wanting kiss, a mix of spit and teeth and lips and tongues, he moans softly into your mouth, squeezing your waist.

You were pressed together so firmly that the small box dug into your ribs, eventually pulling away from him with shaking hands and reaching into the pocket, pulling out the small black velvet box. You ever so carefully opened it, your breath catching in your throat when you saw the absolutely breathtaking ring.

“I-it’s not uh..not a diamond- cause I know you said-” you interrupt him

“Princesses and Queens don’t wear diamonds, they wear crystals” you finished, staring at the beautifully cut opal, at least 8 carats, banded by a intricate edwardian band… nothing short of a ring for a Goddess.

“But..But- this one…it does- it has both…because uh” he swallows thickly. “It…in my mind- when I s-saw it, it represented your soul, and your physical body.. And I liked that. Cause- y’re my diamond, but you’re also my queen, my everything, baby. Like how - how you said that…you wished your aura was opal? It is. It is, angel. And every time you look at that, I want you to remember that you’re beautiful from your diamond exterior, to your opal soul” he brushed his finger over the ring, before meeting your gaze once again.

He gently wiped the tears that were running down your cheeks freely, hot and wet and open. It was rare that Carmy genuinely used his words rather then his actions to express his love for you, so you were nothing short of savoring this. “Holy fucking shit” you laughed, shaking your head and looking down at the ring box. “Put it on my hand” you held your left hand out. 

He chuckled a bit, “so… yes? You will?” he asked carefully, pulling the ring out of the box.

“Are you kidding, YES! Put this ring on my finger and fuck me dumb- this is all i’ve ever wanted, Bear, I fucking love you- and youre asking if I want you to be my husband?! I’ve wanted nothing more for two years- at least!” you shake your left hand for emphasis, a wide large grin on your face.

He carefully slid the ring over your manicured finger, and it just made you cry more how it fit perfectly. “How do you know my size?!” you asked, since most of the vintage rings he'd bought you were adjustable so it didn't matter the size of the rings he’d gotten for you before.

He chuckled a bit, “so- y’re ring…y’know the one…y’thought you lost it at Chipotle like…ahhh- 8 months ago now? In the bathroom? Y’took it off at the table, you wore it on your ring finger so I had to take my chance. You kept sayin how it was like- the only ring you’d found that fit without takin’ it to the jewler. So uh” he dug in his jeans pocket, placing your beloved vintage ring with your starsign on it in your palm.

“I got that ring, based on the size. I got it uhhh…sorry dont be offended- it’s not new… I got it at an estate sale of this lady- it was crazy- the way I came across it babe… like fate. It was when Syd and I went to New York for that interview, she literally dragged me to this sale cause she said the lady who died was said to have a bunch of vintage fur and stuff she was looking f’somethin- anyway. We met the lady’s daughter- Stella? I think it was? Doesn’t matter… but she um..said her Ma was some crazy astrology nut, also said she only wore crystals. So I took a look… that was the first box I opened. And y’ring on my pinky, it fit perfect, so I tried it on- it fit like a glove. I’m glad we don't have to size it. Asked her if it was real, she said - her Ma told ‘er some…. Like life coach? Er- astrologer life coach author? Gave it to ‘er on a trip to Jamaica in the 60’s. Told ‘er ‘this ring will someday be worn on a hand proudly as a devotion of true love’- Miss- No! Madame ! Madame Stardust. Nutty name right?” he chuckled a bit. 

You smiled proudly at the ring, a devotion of true love indeed. “I think” you turned to the counter, stacking the bowls of vegetables together and putting them in the fridge as you friskily countered “you are not going in to work at all next week- wifes orders” you walked over to him, hips swaying. “And after you fuck me absolutely stupid” you grabbed his collar, pulling him in so your faces were meer inches apart “Oh- and we talk about how this mademe stardust? Confirms that our souls are indeed woven together like a fucking wicker basket” you kiss him roughly, weaving your fingers through his dirty blonde curls and tugging firmly. 

He moaned into your mouth, his hands trailing down and squeezing your ass firmly. You hummed in satisfaction, leaning against him and he stumbled back, back, back, pushing the bedroom door open with a squeak. You looked up, Breaking your kiss with wide eyes.

All throughout the bedroom, were printed photos of you and Carmy throughout the years, suspended with clear wire so it was as if the photos were floating midair. You clasp your hands over your mouth, admiring all the hard work and pure thought that had went into the gesture. You looked over all the photos, three years of memories hanging before you like a gallery of love surrounding you, all of your fondest happiest memories at every flicker of your eyes.

“Carmen” you whispered, walking forward and admiring each and every photograph…

He comes behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. 

“Y’know how you said no work next week…” he said softly, kissing up your neck with wet, sexy, open mouthed kisses. “We leave Sunday… F’Cyprus” He said hotly in your ear, his breath tickling your neck causing a moan to escape your lips as he gently lifts your shirt, palming your breast gently.

“Is- is that-” you breathe out

“We’re getting a tour of Aphrodites Baths” he said softly, rolling your taught nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“Ah- y-you remembered?” you gasped, he let out a soft deep chuckle, Kissing the corner of your mouth and gently laying you down upon the soft sheets of your shared bed. 

“I’d have proposed over a year ago- when I got the fuckin’ ring if i coulda gotten us the tour sooner” he muttered into your skin, tugging off your- (his) shirt, leaving supple, gentle kisses over your stomach and up your ribs.

“Mm- are we- can we swim?” I asked hopefully.

He  gently wipes your tears away, “No” he said a bit sadly, “We can dip our hands… some asshole ruined swimming for people years ago…before we met…but- we were also gonna Parga Greece, baby. We’re spending 2 days in Cyprus, then flying to Parga on a charter- we can swim, fuck, do whatever in those waters baby. Amidst the Goddess of the Underworld f’five whole days” he smirked and you gasped, as if he’d gotten you the moon on a string.

“The Acheron River?” you whisper and he nodded, gently rubbing his thumb over your lips.

“That is the sexiest thing i’ve ever heard in my life- you’re gonna make me cum in the 2nd most famous river of Hell?” you giggled and he snorts a laugh, pushing you on the bed gently.

“Fuck yeah, you little fuckin’ freak” he teased, tugging off your panties and sweatpants in one swift pull, leaving you soaked and bare before him.

You gasped at the rough action, quickly being soothed by soft, sweet kisses over your hipbones. 

“I fuckin smell y’kitten fuck” he growled, kissing the inner of your thigh in the way that made you creen. 

“Shit- good- right? If y’compared me to a seafood market i’d break your nose” you teased, hooking the crooks of your knees over his shoulders, shivering when he leaned in closer, his hot breath directly over your clit- his lapis blue eyes boring into yours.

“That question doesn’t deserve an answer” he grumbled hotly, spreading your folds with his fingers and admiring the wet, slick, mess in front of him. “S’fuckin pretty princess- fuckin’ prettiest pussy in the world” he nearly moaned, burrying his mouth where you needed him most, eyes fixed on yours.

You couldn’t even make a sound- a hot breathy gasp escaping your slack-jawed stance as your head flopped back on the mattress with a soft bounce. “Mmmmm shit” Carmy hummed, satisfied with your taste as if he was devouring his favorite dessert.

“F-Ffuuuckkk” you whimpered out pathetically, voice cracking and bleeding out between the fracture lines of your hot intense pleasure.

“Mmhmm-mmmhmmm” Carmy mumbled confidently against your now firm clit, tongue flicking over it at a mind-numbing pace, bringing you right to the edge and hanging you there by a single finger.

“Ahhhh-Ahhhh-Fuck!! Carmy! Oh- ohhhh!!!” You whined, spine pointing in an arch off the mattress, your hips and thighs quivering and shaking wildly as your orgasm crashed over you like hot lightning before you could even warn him, or know yourself it was so close.

“Goooood girl, thats it- mm- my good fuckin’ girl- Y’gonna be my fuckin’ wife baby? Mmm? Gonna be mine? F’rever?” He grumbled, placing a gentle kiss to your clit before placing gentle yet firm pressure over it with the pad of his tongue that made your hips buck with a mind of their own.

He chuckled slightly into your heat, the vibration causing you to whine pathetically. “Y-yes-yes-fuck i’mfuckinyoursBear-y’gonnamakemey’wife? Yeah? Gonna make me Mrs. fuckin Carmen Berzatto?” you slurred, pulling him into a messy wanting kiss, soughing at the flavor of your core coating his spit.

“Fuckin- spit in my fucking mouth- claim me” you groaned. He smiled against your lips, pulling away slightly, a thick hot string of saliva connecting the two of you.

“So fuckin dirty” he grumbled with a smirk “Open that filthy fucking mouth” he ordered, getting quiet for a moment as he gathered saliva in the front of his mouth.

You obeyed him immediately - your jaw going slack, tongue stuck out ever so slightly and eyes fluttered shut. Then- you felt it, hot, sweet, salty saliva coating your tongue, you groan at the flavor as it continues pooling over your tastebuds. “Do not fucking swallow yet- greedy girl” he tapped your chin firmly, before pulling your jaw open wider with Tthe pad of his thumb. 

“Stick out that pretty little tongue” he grumbled, you obeyed with a smile, opening wide as you could, sticking your tongue out far, showing off the creamy white saliva he’d dressed your tongue in, so much it was seeping down onto your chin, threatening to coat the front and back of your throat.

“Good girl- that's my good little kitten” he purred, “How d’you want me princess?” he gently collected the excess saliva from your chin on his thumb, sucking it off his digit hotly as he awaits your response while you swallow gratefully, the taste setting your soul ablaze.

“I want you to fucking claim me, Carmy, holy fuck- use me, worship me, fuck me like a goddamn animal- whatever you fucking want- please” you begged after you’d savored the taste while you swallowed, his sky blue eyes going dark as navy slacks with lust at the admission. 

“Yeah? Why not all three?” he pushed you down to the mattress by your throat, not hard enough to bruise- but hard enough for the breath to leave your lungs and your core to throb so hard you were clenching your thighs, trying to give any solace of pressure to your swollen aching clit.

“P-please” you stuttered, writhing against the mattress and he chuckled darkly. 

“Are we a little needy? Mmm princess?” he pushes your knees apart with his thigh, aiding the throbbing pressure with his strong fingers, rubbing firm, slow circles into the twitching bud that made your hips snap into the mattress and head fall back to the bed, eyes rolling back with a sharp gasp of pleasure. 

“Pl-please-” you gasp out, spine arching sharply as he replaced his fingers with his mouth on your clit, 2 fingers slipping inside of you with no resistance due to the fact your core was so soaked it was beginning to pool at the dip of your bum and soak the sheets. The squelching as he pumped into your g-spot mixed with your high-pitched moans and frisky growls was absolute sin.

He opens his jaw wider, tonguing your entrance wildly and nuzzling his strong nose against your clit in broad strokes, randomly flicking back and forth quickly making you squeal in pleasure as you grind against his mouth, fully out of control of your movements as if you were a puppet on a string.

“H-Hooooo-i’m cumming- oh- don’t you dare fucking stop Carmen” you growled, grabbing his curls and pullinghim further into your core. “I’m cumming- i’mcumming-holy-holyfuck-imfuuuckiing-AAAH!” your thighs and hips shake and quiver, stars of ethereal white filling your vision.

“Mmhmmm” he grumbled, coming up and sucking your nipple with his slick lips, his chin and nose soaked with your arousal, so much so his chin dripped onto your ribs. 

“H-Oh-yes Bear” you whined out, head tilting to meet his gaze. “I need you- I-I need you inside- like- fuck- when you- you have my knees around your hips and y-you fuckin’- just drill me Carmy- I need that- need you deep” You reverberated wantingly, wrapping your thighs around his waist taughtly, making it easier for him to take you exactly how you wanted.

“Jesus Christ- I can’t fuckin’ stand y’baby. Y’re like a fuckin’ drug- it’s like I fuckin’ function unless I’ve had a hit” he nibbed your collarbone, quickly removing his jeans and boxers, aligning himself with your entrance.

You gave him a mischievous smile, inching your hips forward. “C’mon- I don’t give a fuck ‘bout cooking right now- fuck me absolutely dumb- then take me to Sam’s f’r chocolate chip pancakes- sure that waitress will be over the moon bout my ring” you mused, capturing our lips together, as he scoops up your shoulders and holds you chest to chest, your third of many orgasms that night building throughout every muscle.

It was going to be a long night….

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[mrs-bluemarine]

JanAUary: Flower Shop

with: Jodie x Blackmore

So excited to get this out so soon!! It's been a while since we've gotten so good ole jodiemore content. I hope you enjoy!!

I rlly wanna make a prt. 2 where Blackmore meets Ferdinand. I think that'd be funny

No warnings, just good ole fluff and flower symbolism. 1.3k words. Divider credits go to @/saradika !!

A gentle bell rang as Blackmore opened the door. Inside the tiny florist shop was a sight he'd never seen; as if the blond had stepped into a maze of flowers and plants, roses and tulips and flowers he'd never even seen before rowed the walls, floor to ceiling. The colors and smells all burning into his eyes and nose gave him a headache, not to mention the itchy feeling of a pollen induced sneeze.

"Achoo!"

"Ah, just a moment, please!"

The sound of a soft voice stirred Blackmore into a panic. He was frantically looking for the perfect bouquet. There! Simple red roses, countless of them wrapped in a beautiful matching red silk ribbon in a stand on the register counter. The size was incredible, bigger than the man's head. He couldn't begin to count how many there were. It was perfect for what he was planning.

Before he could touch- he didn't want to, anyway -a door behind the counter opened, and a young blonde woman appeared. Blackmore was taken back by her beauty, golden hair, two mismatched eyes set in her skull, skin like a doll. Blackmore wasn't one normally moved by someone's looks, but this woman before him and the soft eyes she gave him set a warm blush in his pale cheeks.

"Hello, sir! How can I help you today?" She asked in a honey sweet voice.

"Mm," He fidgets with the collar of his shirt, pointing a measly finger at the bouquet between them. "This... is it for sale?"

"Of, of course! I just put it together this morning, been meaning to add the finishing touches. It's such a pretty bouquet isn't it?"

The woman took the arrangement with deft hands, Blackmore watched her wrap the flowers with decorated papers, swaddling them as if the bouquet was a baby. His tired eyes caught sight of the name tag on her left breast. Jodie Ferdinand, owner.

"So, may I ask who this arrangement is for? A lover? A wife? Husband?" Jodie asked, her eyes narrowing the slightest in a teasing way. The thought of buying anything for a romantic partner was too much for the man. Shades of pink overcame his face, and he immediately shot down her silly ideas. "Oh, no, no, no! I'm... I-It's for my mother's, it's... it's their anniversary today. I wanted to give them something they'd both enjoy..."

"Oh!" Jodie's eyes flew wide open, "Forgive me for assuming, sir!"

Her hands paused on her work. "Although, may I give you a suggestion?"

Blackmore can't even stumble out an answer before the roses are forgotten, and Ms. Jodie is already zooming around the counter, making a bee-line for the far wall of flowers. He of course followed.

She talks nonchalantly as her hands caress flower petals, feeling their soft texture. "Roses are lovely, yes, but when it comes to buying someone a bouquet, you always want to find one with meaning!"

She takes out some long white flowers, ones Blackmore couldn't name, and Jodie leaves to find more. "Flowers speak when we can't, so it's good to have the perfect arrangement! Deep red flowers often signify romance, none more clearly than the beloved rose, so let's get you something perfect for the occasion!"

The woman looked so happy, a beaming light that fed the flowers around her. Her words didn't mean a lot to Blackmore, but the excitement and professionalism was addictive. He followed close behind like a lost puppy, watching her pull more flowers from the walls. He didn't understand what any of them meant, but the colors paired so so wonderfully, he felt like kicking himself for almost buying those roses, when something so much more perfect existed for his two mothers.

Jodie suddenly turned around, startling the older man. Her eyes had a light in them while she proposed the new bouquet. "Tada! What do you think? I've used pink and yellow lilies, with just a few white hyacinths."

"They look beautiful..." Blackmore murmured.

"Yay! I'm so glad! Let's go back to the front, I'll get them wrapped for you."

She had a new skip in her step, hair tails bouncing with her.

Just like before, Blackmore watched her again with more intrigue. The ribbon she used this time was a pleasant lavender color, with the wrap being a clean white. While she worked she spouted on about the meanings of the flowers she chose. The yellow lilies symbolized joy, the pink gratitude. The white hyacinths would balance out the color, but Jodie told him they symbolized love and prayer. How was it possible to create the perfect bouquet so easily? He was amazed. He pays for the bouquet. She charges him for a premade one, but when he asks, she only brushes him off.

"Don't worry about it. Since it's for such a special occasion, I don't feel right charging you extra."

"Thank you... for doing all of this for me." He said while gratefully taking the flowers into his arms. "You really didn't have to do all of this..."

"Oh, but it's no problem to me, sir! I love making bouquets, most of the time people just buy the premade arrangements, so getting to create new ones for customers is always so fun!" She sighs a little wistfully, resting her chin on her two fists. "It gets a little boring over here without company... I try to keep myself busy in any way that I can."

Blackmore felt his chest deflate. The disappointed look didn't look right on her face.

He felt something inside of him bubble up. A question that fought to be asked. "Would..."

The blond immediately clammed up when Jodie's two eyes made contact with his. One a deep ocean blue. The other a milky grey. He didn't realize before what that could entail. "B-Believe it or not, it's my boss' birthday in a few weeks! I wasn't sure what to get him, but after talking with you, I'm sure he'd enjoy a personal bouquet!"

"Oh! Do you think so? Your boss? How wonderful! Since I have some time, I'm sure I can make the perfect flower arrangement! Definitely something purple... Maybe some chrysanthemums!" Blackmore couldn't help but share her enthusiasm. A soft smile broke on his lips. "That sounds wonderful."

Jodie grabbed for something underneath the counter, coming back with a company card. "Take this, it has my phone number. You can call me whenever you'd like, maybe we can schedule another meeting so we can talk more about your boss' bouquet!"

"Yes, sounds like a date!"

As soon as the words are out of his mouth, Blackmore wants to eat them. "I-I mean, not like that, I–!"

Jodie beams, "Yeah! Kind of like a date! I can't wait." She extends her hand out to him. "You probably know already, but my name is Jodie. I own the place with my brother, Franz."

Another split second decision, his mouth is working before his brain does. "Everyone calls me Blackmore, but... you can call me Ritchie."

"Ritchie!" She tests the name out. He enjoys the way she says it. "What a pretty name, I love it. I can't wait to see you again, Ritchie!"

"Likewise."

His brain is malfunctioning. The woman before him is too cute, it's making him feel queasy. He needs to run away. Leave before he can make a bigger fool of himself. "I can't wait to speak to you again, Ms. Ferdinand! But I must get going, I hope your day is well, Ma'am!"

He zips out of the store like lightning, taking the younger woman by surprise. She isn't allowed to wish him off, and that makes her sad. But the promise of seeing the nice stranger again takes those emotions and flips them on its head. She's excited for her next meeting with Mr. Ritchie Blackmore.

#fics #💜 / love her madly #JanAUary2024 #selfship writing #f/o x oc #safeshipping

[vilandel]

What I Never Knew I Always Wanted

Summary A happy family, a loving and amazing wife, two adorable daughters, all three of them stealing his heart and it felt like a wish came true for him.

What I never knew I always wanted…

A/N First oneshot of my Black Clover Next Gen Series is here, hooray! @kalolasfantasyworld, in case you also need some fluff after the Paper Hearts chapter you posted today 💜 This Oneshot was inspired by Carrie Underwoods amazing song What I Never Knew I Always Wanted, a song I love and which is one of my favorites to listen while I'm writing my Next Gen Series. For the countryside castle of the Silvas, I ended up picturing one of my favorite castles, one of the Loire Castles in France, Azay-le-Rideau. I visited it with my family last year and immediately fell in love with it, so don't be surprised that in my mind, this is how the Silva castle in the countryside looks like:

(@f-oighear, you are French, do you maybe know that one?)

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Nozel woke up immediately when he heard one of his daughters cry. Without even caring about what time it was – middle of the night was all he noticed and even only barely – he immediately pushed his blanket away.

Sitting at the edge of the bed, he glanced quickly at Vanessa who was still sleeping. Nozel hesitated to wake her up. What if Nymphea or Valentina were just hungry and she would need breastfeed them? She would need to wake up in this case. But at the same time, Vanessa was in her postpartum period. Pregnancies and giving birth were never easy task and she gave birth to twins. Nozel made sure that his wife could rest as much as she could and helped here as much as he could, to take care of the babies, to ease her burden and to also to take care of her.

Heck, unusual for him, Nozel took a few days off from work and took his family away from the capital, which also meant away from nobility and their disgusting curiosity. It was a miracle that they didn’t dare to step out of the authorized visit area in the Silva Palace. Although… said miracle was probably either Nebra and Zora talking them down or Rosette making sure to make them believe that leaving the Silvas and the newborn princesses alone would be beneficial for said nobles interest.

Nozel, Vanessa and their twin daughters went to the Silva Castle in the countryside, as they could be sure that no noble would come bother them there. Except maybe for occasional marriage proposals – already, Nymphea and Valentina weren’t even three weeks old! – from desperate nobles. But well, those would land in the fire anyway.

Nozel didn’t thought that he would have come back to the Silva Castle one day, not after what happened with his mother and the curse… But after years of lonely pain, he was able to still heal and move on from his trauma, he allowed himself happiness, he fell in love and became a father.

Somehow, it had been the time to give new, happier memories to this place. And it was perfect for Vanessa to rest.

And for having family moments, just the four of them.

Nozel had no idea how much he always wished for this until he got it finally…

His daughter was still crying and deciding to let Vanessa having well-deserved sleep, Nozel stood up, feeling a bit heavy because of sleep and walked over to the crib. It was Valentina who was crying, Nymphea was still sleeping, her eagle plushie right next to her.

Softly, Nozel bowed down a bit and cupped softly Valentinas chubby cheek. “What is it, hatchling?”

It was just a whisper, but his daughter seemed to have heard him, as she opened her eyes. Her cries didn’t stop, but she was reaching her tiny hands towards him. Nozel didn’t know if babies could have nightmares already but one thing was sure, Valentina needed comfort right now.

So, Nozel took Valentina in his arms, cradling his baby and sat down on the rocking chair. How many times has he done this when Noelle still was a baby, while mother was slowly dying and even after her death? How many times has he seen his mother do this when Nebra and Solid had been that small? How many times must she have done this when he was still a baby?

Too many times to count. But Nozel remembered what his mother did. So, first thing he did to calm down Valentina a bit, was to blow a soft kiss on her forehead.

“It’s alright, Valentina… Whatever is scaring you, it will never reach you. Your mother and me would never allow any harm on you. It is normal to be scared. Trust me, I was scared many times in my life already. It is not a bad thing, though. Without fear, you can’t be brave. You just need to remember that you can always count on others. I forgot that during my worst times and I couldn’t to anyone. This will never happen to you and your sister, I promise that. You are my daughters, I need to protect you.”

Cradling Valentina and rocking her, Nozel continued to whisper her comforting things. It didn’t matter that she didn’t understood those things yet. He still meant every word. Just like his mother did.

Nozel wanted to be a good father for his daughters. Even before Vanessa got pregnant, he feared already that he wouldn’t be one. He never got a proper father figure growing up and his own father was one of the worst example he could ever think of. Lac Silva never was a father, just the conceiver and his children were only chess pieces in his eyes. As his son, wouldn’t Nozel end up like him?

Vanessa, Fuegoleon and his Vermillion aunt made sure to help him overcome his fears. It certainly wasn’t an easy task, knowing who he was. They reminded him again and again that while he never got a prime example with his father, he still got a wonderful parental figure to look up to.

His mother…

Yes, this was the kind of parent Nozel wanted to become, deep down. He never truly realized it until it was told to him. And while the fear of becoming like his own father still remained a bit, it wasn’t as strong as before. Nozel still hoped that, as a parent, he was more like his mother and nothing like his father.

Valentinas cries calmed down slowly. She was the louder one of the twins, but just as easy to comfort. Nozel remembered how difficult it had been with Nebra, Solid and Noelle. His aunt and his mother even more always told him that out of his siblings, he had been the only calm baby. Given how loud his siblings were as babies, Nozel had difficult time to imagine that he hadn’t been as loud as them, but at the same time, he had no reason to not believe his mother and his aunt.

“Better now?” he whispered, still rocking his daughter. Valentina stopped crying, but there were still some little tears shining in her amethyst eyes. The same eyes as Vanessa… It was such a wonderful colour. The most beautiful he knew and Nozel was grateful his twins got their mother’s eyes.

Valentina let out a soft babble and reached her tiny hands towards him. Like always when she wanted to grab his braid, one of her favourite things to do. It made Nozel smiled with amusement.

“Sorry that I don’t have my braid, but I don’t sleep with it. It will be back in the morning, don’t worry.”

“Ba?”

Nozel smiled, a wave of love and affection washing over his heart. Valentina was incredibly adorable, Nymphea as well. Wasn’t it a miracle that after all of his mistakes, he was still blessed with two wonderful daughters?

A happy family, a loving and amazing wife, two adorable daughters, all three of them stealing his heart and it felt like a wish came true for him.

What I never knew I always wanted…

Another small cry suddenly came out of the crib. Nozel sighed as he looked up, a tired smile on his lips. Now Nymphea was also awake and from the sound of it, it wasn’t because she had a bad dream like her twin, but more that she was hungry. Which means that he needed to wake Vanessa up. Would his beloved wife have a full night sleep again, one day soon? She deserved it so much.

But their daughters also needed to be taken care of.

Before he could stand up though, Vanessa already woken up, sitting on the edge of the bet. She was yawning in such an adorable, wearing one of his undershirts and combing her hair, slightly messed up from the sleep, in an absent way.

Even in that state, Vanessa was beautiful. The most beautiful woman Nozel knew…

“You’re ogling again, honey,” Vanessa grumbled, but he could hear in her voice that she was smiling. Did she realized what she was doing to his heart?

“I can’t help it. My wife is wonderful.”

“Aw, I love when you think so highly of me. You should do this a bit more with yourself as well. Okay, need to feed Nymphea now. Oh, Valentina is awake too? Honey, you could have wake me up.”

“But you need and deserve to rest.”

Vanessa just shook her head with a tired smile, before she got Nymphea out of the crib and went back to the bed, pushing the fabric of the shirt aside so that she could breastfeed her daughter. Nozel joined her, Valentina still in his arms.

“Honey, I’m really grateful that you do so much to help me after the birth and with taking care of our griffins. Having some days off in this countryside manor was an excellent idea. It’s not only me who needed that, but also you. Nozel, you’re doing so much that I often have the feeling that you’re almost most exhausted than I am. And I was the one who went through pregnancy and who gave birth.”

“This is why I’m doing it.”

“I know. I also know that you still have doubts about being a good father. But you don’t need to have doubts about yourself. We both know that you had this way too much in your life. You are a wonderful father, Nozel. A parent like your mother was. And you are also a wonderful husband.”

Vanessa smiled at him before lying her head on his shoulder. “All the things you’re doing for me and our daughters is a proof of that. I feel so blessed to have you right now. I know that I have many people to help me, but your help is the most precious to me.”

Nozel felt like he was about to cry, he was so touched by her words. Did she realized how much this meant to him? He was still unsure about so many things about himself, but hearing his beloved wife telling him this, trusting him, feeling blessed to have him, being grateful… After all those years in the cold of his guilt, he never realized how soothing it was that someone felt like this towards him.

“Vanessa, I…”

“I know, it means the world to you. I know that you’re not completely used it yet and that you’re surprised how soothing it is to you. Honestly, I feel the same way. I never knew I would always wanted what we have today… But here we are. And look how sweet our daughters are. Yes, Valentina, you and Nymphea are so adorable.”

“Ba!”

Vanessa giggled as their baby responded and Nozel couldn’t help but join her. Despite their exhaustion and every difficulty coming at the start of parenthood, they were still happy. Even with all the difficulties, he wouldn’t want it any other way.

He really came a long way if he was thinking like this today.

Nozel watched how Vanessa made Nymphea burb after she finished to drink, before cradling the baby in her arms, rocking her softly.

“We can be grateful that they’re not the loudest babies, especially our little water lily here. They deserve their sleep.”

“You too…”

“Hm… right back at you. How about some cuddles after we put our griffins to bed?”

Nozel smiled, nodding. Vanessa loved to cuddle and he got fond of them after all the time spent with her. It took some time before Nymphea and Valentina fell asleep. But after putting their sleeping twins back into the crib, Vanessa snuggled against him as close as he could and Nozel hold her as if there was no tomorrow.

“I love you, Nozel.”

“I love you too, Vanessa. I’m so grateful… to have you and our daughters. Maybe I always wished for that deep down…”

They fell asleep soon after, after a kiss, exhausted but happy.

#Black Clover #Black Clover Fanfiction #Black Clover OC #Black Clover Next Gen ♣️💘 #My Writing ☘️♣️ #My Black Clover OC ☘️ #Nozel Silva #Vanessa Enoteca #Nymphea Silva #Valentina Silva #Nozel x Vanessa #Nozessa #Domestic Fluff

[bellaireland1981]

Stubborn Hearts | Promotions and Proposals

Summary:  Part of the Stubborn Hearts Universe! Bradley Is up for a promotion...as are the rest of the Daggers! Life is going really well for Bradley and Sunshine... with the promotion at work, he decides it is time for their relationship status to be promoted as well. 

Characters: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Mitchell! Reader, Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Mitchell! Reader (Platonic), OC Shay Benjamin, Pete “Maverick” Mitchell, Penny Benjamin, Dagger Squad

Warnings: FLUFF, SMUT! (P in V) -- let me know if I missed anything! 

Word Count: 9176-- ooops. I have zero chill!

A/N: I do not give permission for my work to be copied or posted on other platforms. All OC’s belong to me but I do NOT own Top Gun Maverick characters. Reblogs and comments ALWAYS welcomed!  THANK YOU as always to @waywardodysseys​ for letting me bounce ideas and for reading and editing for me!!  

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“Sunshine!” Bradley called, coming into the house. He dropped his flight bag by the door, bending over to untie his boots, toeing them off.

“I’m in the kitchen!” You replied, busy with prepping for dinner. You’d called Shay earlier in the day and invited her over to have dinner with Jake, Bradley and you.

“Wow, what’s all this?” He asked, coming up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and bending to kiss your neck.

“I wanted to make you and Jake a nice meal. You’ve both been working your tails off the last few weeks.” You replied, turning your face towards him, stealing a kiss. “You deserve a good home cooked dinner.”

“How did I get so damn lucky?” He asked, “I love you so much, Sunshine.”

“I love you too, Roo.” You smiled, “I would argue that I’m the lucky one! How was work today, Stud?”

“It was really good.” he chuckled at the term of endearment. “Amazing,actually. Mav had Jake and I run some maneuvers in the morning and then Phoenix and I were assigned to a group of Top Gun recruits to instruct.”

“Bradley, that’s awesome!” You replied, happy for him. You knew he’d been looking forward to getting to instruct at Top Gun. “You’re going to make a fantastic instructor. You and Nix are a great team.”

“Thank you, Sunshine.” He said, standing up and pulling a letter from his back pocket. “I also got this today.”

He held the paper out to you. Seeing the smile on his face you knew it wasn’t bad news. You quickly wiped your hands off on the towel in front of you and took the paper from him, opening it to read the contents. It was a formal invitation to a promotion ceremony to be held later in the month. Bradley was being promoted to Lieutenant Commander.

“BRADLEY!” You exclaimed, “Oh my God, I am so fucking proud of you! This is fantastic!”

You threw your arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight embrace. He laughed as his arms wound around your waist, holding you firmly to him. After a moment you pulled back and captured his lips, kissing him fiercely.

“Will you pin on my new rank pin at the ceremony?” Bradley asked, looking a litlte unsure.

“Roo, of course I will!” You replied, “I’d fight anyone that tried to stop me.”

“Thank you, Baby.” He answered, “I’m actually looking forward to being promoted this time… I get to share it with you. I’ve never actually had anyone to ask to pin me before. It’s always just been the commanding officer of wherever I was at the time.”

“I will forever be by your side, cheering you on and celebrating your achievements, Roo.” You promised, “You’ll never not have someone at a promotion ceremony ever again.”

“I love you so fucking much, Sunshine.” He said, his voice husky with emotion.

“I love you too, Bradley.” You replied. “Go ahead and get cleaned up and changed. I’ve got to get dinner in the oven. Shay will be coming over soon and Jake should be getting home shortly.”

With another kiss, Bradley made his way upstairs to shower and change.

You finished chopping vegetables and quartering the tiny potatoes before seasoning everything and placing it on a sheet pan. While the oven preheated you pulled out the meat from the fridge and seasoned it. You’d decided to do a glazed pork tenderloin with roasted vegetables and potatoes for dinner. You needed to sear the tenderloin before placing it on the pan with the vegetables.

You pulled out a pan and placed it on the stove, turning on the burner and adding butter to the pan. You were seasoning the tenderloin when Jake arrived home.

“Hey, Sweets!” Jake said, entering the kitchen and heading to the fridge. He grabbed a bottle of water out and stood next to you, his hip leaning on the counter. “That looks good.”

“Hopefuly you will think it tastes good too!” You laughed, “How was work? Bradley said you were in the air this morning.”

“Yup. Pops Mav had us working through some maneuvers.” He replied, using his new favorite nickname for Mav. You  knew it made your dad crazy. “I’ll also be doing some instructing with Coyote.”

“Jakey, that’s awesome!” You exclaimed, “You’re going to be fantastic! A little brave of the Navy to put you and Coyote TOGETHER…”

“We’re the dream team, Sweets!” he laughed. “I also got some other good news today…”

“Does it involve a ceremony and a new title?” You asked, smirking.

“I take it our Chicken friend got a similar letter?” He laughed, “It does indeed involve a shiny new pin and rank.”

“I’m so proud of you, Jake.” You told him, beaming, “You deserve this. You’ve earned it. I will be there cheering so loudly for you.”

“It’s a different kind of feeling this time.” He confided in you, “I’ve never really had anyone that cared enough to make a big deal or to say they’re proud of me… mostly I just hear my dad telling me I should have moved up ranks sooner, or I’m still not good enough.”

“I swear, Jakey the more I learn about your family the more it makes me want to drive to Texas and bust their damn heads.” You grumped, “You DO deserve this. YOU are enough, Jake. You’re a damn good pilot. You’re a damn good FRIEND. And you’re killin’ it as a big brother.” You turned to the sink, quickly washing your hands and drying them before pulling Jake into a tight embrace. “I love you Jake Seresin.”

“I love you too, Sweets.” He said, wrapping his arms around you, hugging you back with all that he had. “Thank you.”

“We’re family, remember?” You replied, “This is what we do. Loving you is easy Jake.”

“You’re easy to love too, Sweets.” He said. “Do you need me to help with anything?”

“Nope. I’ve got it covered.” You answered, “Go hit the showers and change.”

“Yes, Ma’am!” He said, dropping a kiss on top of your head before heading out of the kitchen.

You finished getting the meat seared and put in the oven before wiping the counters down. Bradley came in as you were finishing cleaning everything up.

“Come here, Sunshine.” He said, tugging until you were close to him. He cradled your face in his hands, tipping your head and leaning down to angle his lips over your own. You smiled against his lips, wrapping your arms around his waist and returning his kiss. His tongue snaked out, licking over your lower lip. You opened, allowing him entrance, which he immediately took advantage of, deepening the kiss.

The doorbell rang, announcing Shay’s arrival. Bradley groaned. You giggled, pulling back slightly in his embrace.  

“To be continued later, Stud.” You said, heading to the front door to let Shay in.

“Hey!” You greeted her, “Come on in!”

“Hi!” She replied, “I picked up some wine… after today,  it’s much needed.”

“Oh no! Bad day?” You asked, leading her into the kitchen to get glasses.

“Longest day ever.” She said, “Nobody seemed to want to do their damn job and everyone I dealt with gave me a headache.”

“Any closer to finishing your book so you can ditch the day job?” You asked, knowing she’d be happier just writing.

“Sadly I haven’t had time to write much because of the stupid day job.” She sighed, “I have some vacation time so I’m thinking of  taking  a few days off to just write.”

“That sounds like a  really good idea.” You agreed, “Maybe see if Jake can get a few days off and the two of you can get outta town… you can write a bit…spend time together…”

“That’s actually a great idea.” Shay replied, “I’ll run it by him. Any plans on your two getting away together?”

“That is a fantastic idea, Shay.” Bradley said, coming into the kitchen again, “Sunshine, wanna get away with me after the promotion ceremony later this month? I’m sure I can get leave.”

“I’d love to get away with you, Roo.” You replied, “Time with my favorite Flyboy… I’ll never say ‘no’.”

“Damnit, I’m never making the top of that list!” Jake whines coming into the kitchen. He wraps his arms around Shay, dropping a kiss on her lips. “Hi Darlin’. I missed you today.”

“Hey, Babe.” She replied smiling up at him, “I missed you too. And if it’s any consolation, you’re my favorite flyboy.”

“HA!” He exclaimed, “I’m SHAY’S favorite Flyboy!”

“Wow” You laughed, shaking your head. “There’s still a while until dinner is ready. We can grab drinks and go sit outside on the patio.”

You all grabbed drinks and light appetizers and all headed out to the patio, settling around the table.

“Can you believe we’ve been living here half a year already?” Jake asked, “Time flies when you’re having fun.”

“It has gone fast.” Bradley agreed, “It’s the best time I’ve had in a very long time.”

“It’s been an amazing 6 months.” You said, “And it just keeps getting better!”

“I’ll drink to that!” Shay said.

“And even MORE importantly…” You add, “To the two very deserving and hardworking aviators getting the recognition they have more than earned and ranking up! Soon to be Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw and Lieutenant Commander Seresin, congrats on a job well done!”

“I’ll definitely drink to that!” Shay laughed excitedly, “Congratulations, both of you. Jake, I’m so damn proud of you, Babe”

“Thank you, Darlin’” He replied, a blush creeping up his neck. You decided in that moment your new mission is to make sure that Jake gets used to people complimenting him and making him believe he’s deserving of love and praise. You would undo the damage caused by his family if it took until your dying breath.

“I’ll add a toast to the women who have our backs and put up with our asses,” Bradley added, “We’d be lost without the two of you.”

“I can attest to that!” Jake agreed, “Life flat out sucked before the two of you! The best thing that happened to me was walking into the Hard Deck after getting called back to Top Gun and meeting the two of you. I gained a family. I found the love of my life… and because of the pair of you, I also gained a kickass wingman and best friend.”

“I guess you’re alright.” Bradley teased, then grunted as you kicked him in the shin. “I’m kidding! Hangman you’re one hell of a good friend and I trust you completely as my wingman. I’ll say the best part since coming back to Top Gun was finding my Sunshine again. I have a family again as well…and a bigger one than I ever imagined having.”

“So we are all in agreement.” You said laughing. “I’m excited to see what the next six brings.”

“Same!” Shay agreed.

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The next couple of weeks were busy for everyone.  You still made time to get together with everyone at the Hard Deck at least once a week, nobody willing to sacrifice time together.  

The Dagger squad had been kept busy at work with new recruits and teaching them. On top of that, they were flying maneuvers in preparation for a possible upcoming mission. They assured you it wasn’t anywhere near as dangerous as the Uranium mission had been, but missions always involved risks.

You’d been busy, picking up more charters from Frank, spending time with your Aunt and cousins, and on the hunt for the perfect dress for the promotion ceremony. Bradley had told you it’s a formal affair, and he’d be in his dress whites. You couldn’t wait for that.

You and Shay had carved out time to go shopping for dresses and accessories, dragging Penny along for the ride.  They talked you into an extra dress that wasn’t formal enough to wear to the ceremony but convinced you it would be perfect for when you and Bradley went on your getaway.  

That was another thing that had kept you busy. You and Bradley planned a weekend trip up to Big Sur. Neither of you had been there yet so you decided it would be perfect. Bradley had secured a few days off immediately following the promotion ceremony. You had let Frank know you weren’t taking any charters that week either. It was the best part of your job… you never had to ask for time off. You took charters when you wanted to and were able but if you needed time off it was an option.

The day of the promotion arrived. You, Shay and Penny had appointments for early afternoon to get your hair, nails and makeup done. You were excited for Bradley to see the dress you’d picked out, knowing it would drive him absolutely crazy all evening.

“Sunshine, is everything you need in the suitcase so I can load it into the Bronco?” Bradley asked as you were getting ready to go meet the girls. “The plan is still to leave first thing in the morning, right?”

“Yup!” You replied, walking out from the ensuite bathroom to wrap your arms around his waist, your head resting on his back. “I can’t wait to get away together…just the two of us… no distractions.”

“Me too, Beautiful.” He replied, turning around and wrapping his arms around you. He bent his head down connecting your lips with his own, tenderly kissing you. “I’m always ready to have you all to myself.”

“Hold that thought, Stud.” You said, “I have to go meet the girls to get our glam on.”

“Have fun, Sunshine.” He said, “I love you.”

“Love you too, Roo.” You replied, “See you in a few hours.”

Penny had arranged for a light lunch and mimosas for the three of you at the salon and spa. You were able to sip the drinks and snack on the various finger foods while your hair was being styled. You’d opted to have your hair pinned back in a low knot, with some tendrils left out to frame your face, hanging down in loose curls. It was elegant and would look really good with the neckline of your dress. Once your hair was done you moved to getting your manicure and pedicure done before the makeup artist would take over.

“I think we clean up quite nicely,” Penny said once the three of you were all finished, “Let’s get a picture!”

One of the stylists offered to take your picture. Once done, Penny texted the picture to both of you.

“Alright time to get dressed and celebrate our men!” You exclaimed, “I will see you ladies at the hotel!”

When you arrived home, Jake and Bradley were in the living room playing a video game on the couch.

“Shouldn’t you two be getting dressed?” You laughed, “You have a pretty big night ahead of you!”

“Just finishing this game then we’re getting dressed!” Jake said, then looked up to see you sit on the arm of the sofa.  “You look gorgeous, Sweets!”

“Holy Shit, Sunshine.” Bradley said, his eyes drinking you in, “You are absolutely breathtaking.”

“Thank you.” You smiled, “Wait until you see the completed look! And Jake… you’re going to need to remember to breathe when you see Shay.”

“Thanks for the heads up, Sweets.” He beamed, “I can’t wait to see my girl.”

“I’m going to go get my dress on. I might need help with the zipper, Roo.” You said.

“I’m right behind you, Sunshine.” He said, setting the controller down and getting up to follow you to the bedroom.

“No funny business you two!” Jake called after you, “We don’t have time for all that!”

You and Bradley laughed in response.

“I’m going to hop in the shower really quickly before getting dressed” Bradley said, “I will zip you up when I get out.”

“Sounds like a plan, Flyboy” You said, softly slapping his ass as he walked by. He laughed, shaking his head at you.

Once he was in the shower, you stripped out of your clothes, pulling on the new matching black lacy bra and panty set  you’d bought for the occasion.   Because the dress was off the shoulder you needed a strapless bra. You decided to slip on your jewelry first before putting the dress on. Instead of getting a fancy necklace, you decided you’d wear your sunshine pendant, pairing it with emerald stud earrings and an emerald tennis bracelet.  You applied lotion to your legs and arms then sprayed a small amount of perfume on before pulling the dress out the garment bag in your closet and slipping it on. You were able to get the zipper up most of the way but would need Bradley to finish zipping it.

While you waited for him to finish in the shower, you grabbed his dress whites from the closet and carefully laid them on the bed for him.

The door to the bathroom opened up, steam billowing out from his hot shower. Bradley walked into the bedroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair wet, causing his curls to be more defined. He stopped dead in his tracks when he caught sight of you.

“Holy Shit, Sunshine.” He said, his voice gravelly, “You look so fucking beautiful.”

“Thank you,” You smiled widely, winking “You’re looking pretty sexy yourself, Stud. Can you finish zipping me?”

He smirked, walking over. Once he stood next to you, your back to him, he ran his hands softly up over your bare arms and to your shoulders before moving down over your back to the zipper. A shiver of arousal swept your whole body at his touch. His hands lingered on you after the zipper was up, dipping his head down to leave delicate kisses on your shoulder, moving up your neck. The man knew what he was doing to you for sure.

“Are you sure we have to go tonight?” He asked, continuing to pepper your other shoulder with kisses, “I can fake an illness and they can just give me my new rank pin when I’m back at work…”

“Absolutely not!” You exclaimed, turning around and wrapping your arms around his neck, “We are going so I can be there to pin you and cheer obnoxiously loud for you and Jakey. This is a big night for both of you and you’re not missing it!”

“Fine…” he pouted playfully, “But I am not promising to keep my hands off of you… this velvet dress is sexy as hell…”

“I never complain about having your hands on me, Roo.” You said, batting your eyelashes at him. “I’ll even let you get me out of the dress when we get home.”

“I look forward to that, Sunshine.” He said, dropping a final kiss on your lips before starting to get dressed himself.

“I’ll meet you out in the front room.” You said, “I need to move stuff over into my handbag for the evening.”

“I’ll be down in a minute.” He replied.

You stepped out of the bedroom, carefully making your way to the living room. Jake was sitting on the end of the couch, careful not to wrinkle his uniform. He stood up when you walked in, flashing his signature smile.

“Sweets…” He said, “You look absolutely beautiful.”  

“Thanks Jakey,” You replied, moving around the couch towards him, “You’re looking very handsome in your uniform. Have I mentioned how damn proud of you I am?”

“Once or twice.” He laughed, pulling you into a hug. “It’s nice to hear though.”

“Then I’ll just have to keep saying it!” You replied, “Are you ready for tonight?”

“As ready as I can be.” He replied, “I’m looking forward to celebrating with my people.”

“Your people are excited to celebrate with you.” You said.

“Alright!” Bradley said entering the living room. “Let’s get this party started! You riding with us, Jake?”

“Nope.” He replied, “I’m picking up Shay and will meet you there.”

“Sounds good.” Bradley replied, “Are you ready, Sunshine?”

“Yup!” You answered, “We’ll see you there, Jake! Don’t forget to breathe when you see Shay.”

Bradley and you walked out of the house, his hand on the small of your back as you walked to the Bronco. He helped you into the passenger seat before going around to the driver’s side.

Once you arrived at the hotel, Bradley handed the keys to the valet and helped you out of the Bronco. The two of you walked arm and arm into the hotel. Your dad was standing with Penny at the entrance to the ballroom where the ceremony would be held.

“Hey, Firecracker,” Your dad said pulling you into a hug, “You look beautiful.”

“Thanks, Dad.” You replied, hugging him back. “You’re looking very distinguished in your uniform, Captain Mitchell… soon to be Rear Admiral.”  

“That’s a mind trip.” He replied, laughing.

“Uncle Tommy would be so proud.” You replied.

“My dad would be too.” Bradley added, “Although, he’d probably harass you because it took so long.”

“You’re not wrong, Kid.” Mav said, smiling at Bradley. “Your dad would be beyond proud of you, Rooster. You have no idea. Your mom too… despite not wanting you to follow in your dad’s footsteps, I have no doubt she’s with him looking down on you proud as hell of the man you’ve become… of the pilot you’ve become.”

“She’d be excited as hell that Y/N is here by your side and the both of you finally got your heads of your asses.” Penny added, laughing.

“Thank you, Mav.” Bradley said, hugging him. It still melted your heart to see the two of them getting closer and closer. The last six months had done a lot for their relationship as well. The old hurts were definitely healed. You knew Bradley loved having his godfather back in his life.

“Are we waiting out here for Seresin and Shay?” Penny asked, “I think the rest of the squad is already inside.”

“Yeah, they should be not too far behind us.” You replied.

Not long after, Jake and Shay arrived and you all made your way into the ballroom where the rest of the squad and their dates were waiting. Being permanently stationed in San Diego the past six months had allowed the rest of the squad to start putting roots down as well. You all had really become a family.

The night started with dinner and a few speeches from the higher ranking officers. Once dinner finished, they started the promotions. Everyone on the Dagger team was being promoted. One by one they were called up to the stage with their person to receive their promotion and get pinned. Bradley was called first. He stood, and then took your hand and you walked together up to the stage. He made sure you didn’t trip going up the stairs in your dress.

“The President of the United States, acting upon the recommendation of the Secretary of the Navy, has placed special trust and confidence in the patriotism, integrity, and abilities of Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw. In view of these special qualities he’s demonstrated to serve in the higher grade, Lieutenant Bradshaw is promoted to the grade of Lieutenant Commander, United States Navy, effective immediately, by order of the Secretary of the United States Navy.” Cyclone recited, “Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw, please present for the pinning of your new rank.”

Bradley turned so he was facing you. His eyes were bright and you knew he was doing his best to keep his emotions in check. You smiled brightly at him, your eyes stinging with unshed tears. You accepted the new rank pin from Cyclone and stepped forward, stopping directly in front of Bradley. You carefully took the fabric of his jacket in your hand and pinned his new rank onto his chest, making sure to align it perfectly. Once it was secure on his uniform, you carefully stepped back again. It took all of your willpower not to throw yourself into his arms. You knew there’d be time for that later.

“Congratulations, Bradshaw.” Cyclone said, quietly, before dismissing him. Bradley once again carefully guided you back to the table, the two of you taking your seats once more.

You turned in your seat, leaning in to kiss him, before turning back to watch the rest of the squad get promoted. True to your word, when Jake was called you were one of the loudest cheering him on. He laughed, shaking his head as he made his way to the stage with Shay. You wiped tears, carefully from your face as you watched him be promoted and Shay pin on his new rank. Once he was back at the table you hugged him hard, congratulating him again.

Your dad was last to be promoted and you definitely had to wipe tears away as you watched Penny promote him. You were glad you’d gone with the waterproof mascara.

Once all of the promotions were complete, the rest of the night was for celebrating. There was music playing and an open bar. It wasn’t long before all of the higher ranking officers trickled out, allowing the rest of the officers to relax and let loose a little.

“Dance with me?” Bradley asked, taking the champagne flute from your hands and gently setting it on the table.

“I would love to.” You replied, letting him lead you out to the dance floor. A slower song had just started, and he pulled you into his embrace. His hands resting low on your waist, your own wrapped around his neck.

“You feel so good all wrapped in velvet.” He remarked, “I can’t wait to get you out of it later.”

“Hmm, the velvet is doing it for you, is it Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw?” You asked, smirking knowingly at your boyfriend.

“Holy Shit, Sunshine.”  He groaned, pulling you tighter to his body. You could start to feel the effects you were having on him.

“Down boy.” You laughed, “We’ve got a bit before we can make our getaway. I need you to behave.”

“You’re asking an awful lot of me, Sweetheart.” He whined, “How about we just sneak away and an abandoned closet quickly… we’ll come right back.”

“No dice, Roo.” You laughed, “Patience, Baby.”

“Sorry to interrupt, but I’m stealing my Sweets.” Jake said, cutting in. You  laughed at the look on Bradley’s face, as Jake swept you away from him.

“I’m not really all that sorry.” Jake confided as the two of you danced.

“I figured” You replied laughing, “How are you feelin’ newly promoted Lieutenant Commander Seresin?”

“I’m feelin’ fanFUCKINGtastic, Sweets!” He answered, flashing you a megawatt smile. You loved to see him this happy.

“Happiness looks good on you Jakey.” You told him. “I also love that you’re letting everyone finally see the Jake I love on a regular basis”

“It’s nice to finally have a reason to be happy all the time.” He said, “I’ve got a family I chose…or who chose ME, I’ve got an amazing girl that I love more than I ever thought possible… my career is in a good place… I’m almost afraid I’ll wake up and it was all a dream.”

“Not a chance, Jake.” You promised, “We are all here, we’re real, and we’re not going anywhere. I’ll even let you in on a secret…you’ve worn my dad down… he rolls his eyes, but I see right through him. He likes having you as a surrogate son. He cares about you Jake. You are 100% officially part of the Mitchell family. No take backs.”

“I feel like I won the lottery the day I met you at the Hard Deck, Y/N.” He answered, his voice thick with emotion. “Everything got so much better and brighter that day. I get why Rooster says you’re his sunshine.”

You hugged him tighter as you finished out our dance.

Bradley’s POV

Since Jake decided to steal his girl, he took advantage of the moment and went in search of Mav. He wanted to talk to him before you and he left for Big Sur.

“Hey Mav.” he said, finding him at the bar with Penny. “Can I talk to you a minute?”

“Of course.” He replied, letting Penny know he’d be right back. Penny looked at him and winked, knowing what the conversation was about.

The two walked out of the ballroom, finding a quiet place to talk, away from everyone.

“What’s on your mind, kid?” Mav asked, pretty  much already knowing what was coming.

“Do you remember when we were on the carrier after the mission and I told you I wanted forever with Y/N?” He asked. “I know we’ve only been officially together for six months and under normal circumstances it might be too soon, but we’re not normal… never really have been.”

“You’re not wrong there.” Mav chuckled, “And time is relative, Brad. There’s no playbook.”

“I want to ask Y/N to marry me when we’re up in Big Sur.” He confided, “I’d like your blessing, Mav. I love her more than anything in this world. I know what life without her is like and I never want to live that life again.”

“I would love nothing more than to see the two of you married.” Mav beamed, “I couldn’t imagine anyone else being able to make my little girl as happy as you do, Brad. And I couldn’t ask for a better future son-in-law.”

“Thank you.” Bradley said, his voice thick with unshed tears. Mav hugged him tightly, patting him on the back. “I couldn’t imagine a better future father-in-law.”

Pulling apart, Bradley said, “I have a plan… but I’m going to need some help.”

“Anything you need, we’re happy to make it happen.” Mav said, “Nothing is too over the top for my little girl.”

Your POV

Once you finished your dance with Jake you both went in search of your significant others. You found them both with the rest of the group back at the table. Bradley smiled as you approached and pulled you over until you were sitting perched on his lap, his arms around your waist. He nuzzled his face into you, as you leaned over to drop a kiss on his head.

“What did we miss?” You asked.

“Only Rooster pining over you and pouting because Jake stole you” Phoenix teased.

“Rooster you’re going to have to learn to share.” Jake said.

“Not a chance, Bagman.” Bradley replied, shooting a fake glare Jake’s way. The two had become best friends over the last six months. “You’ve got your own girl.”

“That I do, Rooster.” He agreed, winking at Shay. “The most amazing girl ever and I’m lucky she puts up with my ass.”

“You’re easy to love, Jake.” Shay said, leaning over to kiss his cheek. “You’re not hard to put up with.”

“I love you, Darlin’” He said leaning over to steal a kiss, “Dance with me?”

“Love you too, Cowboy.” She replied, “Lead the way.”

“They are beyond adorable.” You gushed as they walked away to go dance. “I love seeing them so happy.”

“It’s good to see him so settled and happy.” Phoenix admitted, “I like that he’s more Jake and less Hangman.”

“I’ve known Jake since the academy.” Javy said, “He doesn’t let many people in…to get the chance to see past the asshole facade and see the awesome guy beyond… just know that isn’t something he allows to just anyone.”

“He keeps telling me that he feels so lucky to have us and that he still doesn't think he deserves it.” You added, “But really, I think we’re all the lucky ones. Jake would do anything for any one of us at this table. We are his family. That asshole facade as you call it… that’s just his defense mechanism. It’s a learned response.”

“You and Shay were the only ones that saw through him immediately” Javy said, “It knocked him sideways… in a good way.”

“I have to admit he’s become the closest thing I’ve ever had to a brother in the last six months.” Bradley said, “He’s still annoying but in a brotherly, somewhat endearing way”

“He’s my brother first, Bradley.” You said, playfully scowling, “I already claimed him!”

Everyone laughed at you ‘fighting’ over Jake.

Not long after the group all trickled out of the ballroom, ready to call it a night. Jake had let you both know he was staying at Shay’s so not to expect him home. He hugged you both, telling you he’d see you when you got back and to have a safe trip.  You hugged your dad and Penny before leaving, promising to let them know when you arrived safe and sound in Big Sur.

“Ready to get out of here, Sunshine?” Bradley asked, holding his hand out to you.

“Take me home, Flyboy.” You replied.

____

The second the two of you were through the door, you were on one another, lips locked, tongues dueling for dominance. Bradley’s hands roamed down your back to your ass, palming it and pulling you up and into his hard body. Your arms were around his neck, your fingers lacing into his hair as you continued to kiss him passionately.

“Fuck, I need you Sunshine.” He groaned, his cock straining hard against his pants, desperate to be released.

“Take me to bed. I’m all yours.” You replied against his lips. He lifted you up, the slit in your dress allowing you to wrap your legs around his middle. You felt yourself getting wetter as your core grinded against him with each step he took towards your bedroom.

Once inside the room, Bradley eased you gently down his body, making sure your feet connected with the floor. His arms reached around your back to the zipper on your dress, lowering it. He peeled your dress off of you, allowing it to sink onto the floor once it was past your hips. He stood breathless for a moment, soaking in the sight of you in your lace bra and panty set. His pupils were blown wide in lust, making them darker than normal. You knew your own eyes matched his at the moment.

“As beautiful as you looked in the dress, Sunshine, you look exquisite out of it.” He rasped, his hands moving up over your torso. He let his thumbs brush over your bra; they made contact with your nipples, causing them to pebble even harder than they already were. You moaned at the feel of his hands running over you. Without missing a beat, he moved his hands around your back to unhook your bra, letting it fall to the floor with your dress. Your panties followed immediately after. You were now completely naked in front of him, his eyes still drinking you in.

“You have too many clothes on, Roo.” You whined, the need evident in your voice.

“We can’t have that.” He agreed, “Help me out of my uniform, Baby.”

You smiled up at him under your lashes, happy to oblige him. Your hands started at the top of his uniform jacket unbuttoning them one by one before pushing the jacket off of his shoulders, allowing it to join your clothing on the floor. Next you pulled his undershirt out from his pants, and ran your hands up under it, sliding over his abs, up to his pecs and shoulders. He moaned as you let your nails lightly scrape over this chest before you gathered the shirt in your hands and pulled up. He lifted his arms to help you and ducked down so you could get it over his head. Once it was off, you leaned forward, placing light kisses over his chest and collarbone. You allowed your hands to drift down over his belly to the belt buckle on his pants. You undo the belt and pull it from his pants, dropping it to the floor.

“Fuck, you’re killing me, Sunshine” He gasped, moaning again as your hand cupped him over his pants, applying gentle pressure. His own hands now running over your naked skin, needing to touch you.

You take pity on him, finally unbuttoning his pants and lowering the zipper before pushing them off his hips, along with his boxers. He shimmied out of the pants, until you were both finally naked. No longer able to remain patient, he picked you up and dropped you on the bed, following you down so he was propped up over you.

“Kiss me, Stud.” You teased, widening your legs to make more room for him to settle on you.

Bradley obliged, capturing your lips with his own once more. You wrapped your leg around him, arching up into him, needing friction.

“I need you, Roo.” You begged. “Please…”

“Soon, Baby girl.” He promised. He moved to trail kisses along your jaw to your neck, then down to your collarbone, before moving even further down. His lips and tongue trailing down to your breasts, sucking in one of your nipples. You moaned, arching up to meet him. He let his hand slide down your body, his fingers lightly tracing over your clit causing you to gasp, before sliding a finger through your folds, entering your core.

“Yes… Brad…mmm…so good.” You cooed, squirming to get more friction where you desperately needed it. “Please, Roo… fill me up… I want to feel you inside me.”

“My Sunshine is so needy, huh?” He chuckled, capturing your lips in a heated kiss once more.

Deciding you were ready enough for him to enter, he moved back up and over you, your legs wrapping around him, opening wider for him. His hand snaked down to pump his hard cock a few times before lining himself up and slowly pushing into you.  

“Shit, Sweetheart…” He groaned, “So tight. You feel so damn good.”

“Don’t stop, Roo.” You begged, “Need more…want all of you.”

He pulled back only to thrust forward harder. The force combined with the angle of your hips put him in the perfect position to hit your g-spot. Your fingers were scraping over his back, leaving marks.

“Fuck, yes,” you moaned; your body beginning to succumb to the pleasure you were about to receive.

Bradley leaned down and nipped at your neck, causing you to whimper. Your whole body was set ablaze by his movements. He began to set a steady rhythm, thrusting into you, which was sending you closer and closer to the edge.

“So close…” You murmured, “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

Bradley pressed his mouth against yours and whispered, “Never.” He saw how deep in the throes of pleasure you were. Being wrapped around you and buried deep inside of you made him want to surrender to his own gratification. He grinned, knowing you were his and his alone. “Let go for me, Sunshine.” He rasped, his breathing uneven. “I’m right there with you.”

“Oh, fuck!” You gasped, “Roo, fill me… I want it all.” He moved his hand down between your bodies to rub over your clit, sending you flying over the edge. “Mmmm, fuck…yes,” you panted as your orgasm crashed throughout your body.

“That’s my girl.” He grunted, thrusting harder as you rode out the pleasurable shockwaves. “Holy Shit…. Feels too good… Fuck, Sunshine…”  with one final hard thrust he released, painting your inner walls with his cum.

He collapsed on top of you, aware enough to keep most of his weight off of you so as not to crush you. You held onto him, kissing his shoulder where it rested close to your lips. You stayed locked together while you both tried to regulate your breathing and come down from the high.

Bradley lifted slightly, just enough to look down at your face. A giant smile plastered on his face. You smiled back up at him, running your fingers through his sweaty curls.

“I Love you, Sunshine.” He said, lowering his head to kiss you gently.

“I love you too, Roo.” You replied, kissing him back.

____

The next morning bright and early, the two of you were up and heading out of the house. Your luggage was already in the car the night before so as soon as you’d gotten coffee and breakfast, you were on the road. You’d thought about flying up there, but Bradley made a good point about the drive being worth it.

You made sure to create a road trip playlist on your phone for the two of you with all of your favorite songs from childhood up to current favorites.  Needless to say, it was a vast mix of genres.

Between the two of you belting out songs together and Bradley serenading you, the almost nine hour drive passed quickly. You pulled into the resort, checking in around dinnertime.

“Let’s shower and change and just get dinner at the resort.” Bradley suggested, entering the suite. “After dinner we can explore the resort a little, stretch our legs. Sound ok?”

“It’s perfect.” You replied. “I’m just happy to be able to spend the next few days with you without worrying about work.”

“Just you and me, Sunshine.” He smiled, stealing a kiss.  Then wiggled his eyebrows as he said, “We can be as loud as we want without Jake whining at us.”

“You’re horrible.” You laughed, “You whine when he gets too loud with Shay too.”

“We may need a bigger house, Sunshine.” He said, “Maybe we can get a nice house on base.”

“Maybe in the future, but we can’t get family housing without being married.” You reminded him. “You sir, are single in the eyes of the US Navy.”

“Blasphemy!” He exclaimed, “I am most certainly NOT single! I am in a serious, committed relationship with my SUNSHINE!” He tackled you to the bed, launching a tickle attack.

You squealed in shock, then burst into laughter, trying to squirm away from the attack. “Stop! I surrender!” You cried, “Uncle! Uncle!”

Bradley stopped the tickle attack, rolling over to his side, pulling you with him.

“You’re a menace.” You pouted, trying to get your breath back.

“Yes, but I’m YOUR menace.” He laughed. “There is a zero take back, no exchanges or returns policy, Baby.”

“I suppose that means I am good and stuck with you then, huh?” You teased.

“It absolutely does!” He agreed, pulling you closer and capturing your lips in a sweet, relaxed kiss. “Shower with me?”

“I’m all for water conservation.” You agreed, “I’m starving though, so no funny business.”

“Scout’s honor.” He replied, laughing.

“Roo you were never a Boy Scout.” You said, rolling your eyes.  

“Besides the point.” He declared, rolling off the bed and scooping you up to head to the bathroom.

_____

The next morning you woke up to Bradley already out of bed, opening the suite door to retrieve the breakfast tray he’d ordered through room service.

“Morning, Sunshine” He smiled, bringing the tray to the large California King bed and setting it down on the foot of the bed. “Breakfast in bed for my love. I wasn’t sure what you’d be in the mood for, so I just ordered a mix of several things and we can share.”

“You spoil me, Roo.” You smiled, slowly waking up. “Is that coffee I smell?”

“Of course!” He replied, sliding into bed next to where you were now seated, handing you a cup of steaming coffee. “Just the way you like it too.”

“Hot and strong just like my first love?” You smirked at him.

“I’ve never been compared to coffee before, Sunshine.” He laughed, “I guess I’ll take it?”

“I love you more than coffee.” You promised, “That’s a whole lot.”

“I love you more than flying.” He replied,  leaning over to kiss you.  “Hurry and eat, we’ve got exploring to do today. And I’ve got a surprise for you for dinner tonight.”

After breakfast, you got dressed in hiking clothes, and the two of you set out to explore the area. You hiked several trails surrounding the resort and found your way down to a small cove with a waterfall. You took several pictures, including selfies together throughout the day. You paused to eat a light lunch you’d packed in your backpacks, sitting on a rock down on the beach.  

After eating you kicked your shoes off and walked through the water to your ankles, cooling off from the morning’s hike. Bradley followed, picking you up from behind and spinning you around before setting you back on your feet. He pulled you close, taking your hands and the two of you danced in the surf.

Before it got too late, you slipped your shoes back on picking up your backpacks and made your way back to the resort. Once in your suite you took turns in the shower, washing off the day’s sweat. Bradley had you shower first, saying he needed to call down to make sure your surprise was ready. You kissed him, heading into the bathroom.

You quickly washed your hair before soaping down and running a razor over your legs before rinsing off and hopping out of the shower to dry off and do your hair and makeup. You had the floral dress you’d gotten with Shay and a few other outfit choices that were less dressy. You just needed to get Bradley’s opinion since he knew where the two of you were going. Wrapping yourself in a towel, you stepped out of the bathroom, steam billowing around you.

“Hey Stud.” You smirked, seeing him standing in front of the bed in only his boxers, “I need to know the dress code for the evening. Floral maxi dress, or more casual sundress with jean jacket?”

“So the towel dress isn’t an option?” He asked, standing and letting his eyes wander over you.

“Nope.” You confirmed. “Too risky… one wrong move and I’m getting arrested for public indecency.��

“Fair.” He replied, “Floral maxi dress then. You may want a sweater or the jean jacket though for later. We’ll be outside when the sun sets.”

‘Good to know.” You answered, “Shower is all yours. I’ll get dressed and then do my hair and makeup when you’re done. “

“You can come in while I shower, Sunshine.” He replied, “Not like you haven’t seen it before.”

“Except I can’t do my hair and makeup with fogged up mirrors, Hot Stuff.” You laughed.

“Another valid point.” He acknowledged, smirking. “I’ll hurry.

Forty-Five minutes later, you were both ready. Bradley was wearing dress pants, one of his Dad’s Hawaiian shirts and loafers, and you wearing the floral maxi dress, a sweater in case you got cold and sandals.

“You’re absolutely gorgeous, Sunshine.” He said, pausing to take you all in. “Are you ready?”

“Ready as ever, Roo.” You reply, “Lead the way.”

He took your hand and you walked through the hotel door, leading to a path to the beach.

“Bradley, what’s up your sleeve?” You asked, as he led you away from the hotel restaurant.

“I’m not wearing sleeves, Sunshine.” He replied, cheekily. “Patience my beautiful girl.”

He took your hand, guiding you down a path to the sand. There were rose petals scattered over the sand, leading to a table set for two, complete with a candle in the middle. A server stood ready to serve the meal Bradley had arranged.

“Bradley.” You gasped, smiling warmly at him, “This is absolutely beautiful.”

“I wanted a perfectly romantic dinner with my love.” He shrugged, “Nothing is too good for my Sunshine.”

“You’re so cheesy.” You giggled.  Bradley led you over to the table and helped you into the chair.

The server brought over wine, carefully pouring it into your glasses before bringing over your plates. Bradley had thought of everything. He’d chosen your favorite meal for you, and ordered a steak for himself.

Throughout dinner you noticed he seemed nervous, stealing glances towards the server and the path they’d walked down to get here. He managed to keep conversation flowing, despite his nerves.

Once you’d finished eating, you took a sip of your wine before carefully setting the glass back down on the table.

“Brad” You said softly, pulling his attention back to you, “Are you Ok?”

“Yeah” He said, eyes going wide, “Of course I am. Why?”

“You’re acting weird.” You replied, “Like you’re expecting the boogie man to jump out at you.”

“Why would Bagman be here?” He asked quickly.

“Boogie Man, Roo.” You laughed, “Not Bagman. And I never call him that. I hate when you guys do too.”

“Sorry, Baby.” He replied, sincerely, “I’ll make sure the others stop calling him that.”

“Thank you.” You replied. “I guess I’ve kinda become protective of him…but he’s worth it.”

“I love you, Sunshine.” He answered, “I love that you’re so protective of those you love. You have the biggest heart of anyone I’ve ever known.”  He took a deep breath before standing up and coming around the table. He took your hand and pulled you up gently, leading you over away from the table. The sun had sunk further down on the horizon casting an orange glow over the beach. When Bradley stopped, you realized you were in the center of a flower petal heart, with candles flickering in the breeze. The server had been busy while you’d been occupied by dinner.  

You turned to look questioningly at Bradley, only to gasp as you saw he’d sunk down on one knee in front of you. He took your left hand in his own and looked up at you taking a deep breath before starting to speak.

“Sunshine, you’ve been the light in my life for as long as I can remember.” He started, his voice thick with emotion. “I loved you even before I knew what love really was. You’re my best friend, the other half of my soul. I love that you  see the good in people, I love that you call me…and everyone else on their shit, not taking crap from anyone. I love YOU more than I could ever hope to put into words. I want to spend the rest of my life trying to find the words, waking up with you, falling asleep with you and everything in between. I want to raise kids who are firecrackers  just like their momma. I want the whole deal. So here I am, asking…. Will you marry me, Sunshine?”

By this point you have tears falling from your eyes, emotion choking you.

You let out the breath you’d been holding on a sob, smiling and nodding your head.

“Yes” You whispered, swallowing, before pulling into your lungs. “Yes, Bradley! Of course I’ll marry you!”

He leaned in, kissing your hand before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a ring slipping it onto your ring finger. Once in place he stood up and picked you up, your arms around his neck, his around your waist, kissing you soundly as he spun you around. After a moment he set you down, before turning to look behind him.

‘SHE SAID YES!” He yelled, laughing, before turning back to you and kissing you again. You heard excited cheering, whistles and lots of applause from the audience you didn’t know you had. You gasped in surprise looking all around as your family and friends all swarmed the beach, swooping in to congratulate you both.

“SWEETS!” Jake yelled, picking you up and spinning you around. He hugged you tightly, congratulating you. “I love you, Y/N” He whispered, “Thank you for always having my back.”

“I love you too, Jakey.” You replied. “I’m so happy you’re here!”

“Wouldn’t have missed it for the world.” He answered, releasing you as your dad came up behind you.

You turned, hugging him tightly.

“I’m so happy that you and Bradley are finding your way, Firecracker.” You dad said, unshed tears in his eyes. Bradley was by your side, rubbing your back. “Bradley, your parents would be so damn proud of you, Kid. They’d be as happy to claim Y/N as a daughter as I am to claim you as a son.”

“Thanks, Mav.” Bradley managed to get out past the lump in his throat. The three of you hugged for a moment before you were torn away by the rest of the squad and Penny to congratulate and hug the two of you.

“Y/N!” Shay exclaimed, pulling you into a hug, “Let me see the ring!”

You held your hand out so she could see. It was a simple band with a small diamond solitaire and belonged to Carol. You loved it more than anything else he could have picked out. This one had more meaning to both of you.

“It’s perfect, Y/N! Oh my God I am SO happy for you two!” She gushed, “Jake filled me in on the plan as soon as Bradley texted him. I’ve been absolutely DYING!”

“I have no idea when he organized all of this, I couldn’t be happier!” You explained, “I didn’t know I could be this happy!”

You looked over to see Penny wrapping Bradley into a hug, tears glistening in her eyes. You really hoped your dad would propose to her in the near future too.  

“Come here, Kiddo!” Penny said, stepping over to pull you into a tight hug. “Congratulations, Sweet Girl.”

“Thank you so much Penny.” You replied, hugging her back just as tightly. You whispered in her ear, “Maybe dad will take notes from Brad.”

“One step at a time, Kiddo.” She laughed, pulling back.

“Your Aunt Sarah said you two need to stop by immediately when you get back.” Your dad said, “She wanted to be here but the kids had testing at school this week. She said to tell you she loves you both and that Uncle Ice would approve.”

“He would tell us he told us so in a way only Uncle Tommy could do.” You laughed through tears.

“Yes he would.” Your dad agreed, tears shining in his own eyes.

“It’s time to celebrate!” Coyote yelled, above the chaos. Somehow a speaker was produced and a phone was connected to give you all music. A bonfire was started giving off warmth and light. Not surprising, champagne was produced, and glasses distributed before toasting to the future Mr. and Mrs. Bradshaw.

You and Bradley stood side by side, hand in hand looking around at your group, laughing and having a good time…not a care in the world because you were all together.

“Thank you, Brad.” You said, turning to wrap your arms around his neck.

“For what?” He asked, his arms winding around your waist, pulling you closer.

“For making sure all of our people were here for this.” You answered, “This was perfect.”

“You’re perfect, Sunshine.” He replied, smiling happily “I love you, my soon to be WIFE”

“I love you too, my soon to be HUSBAND.” You said, beaming at him.

A/N- I hope you enjoyed this first one shot from this universe! More to come for these two!!! Let me know your thoughts! 

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#bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw fic #top gun fanfiction #miles teller

[em-prentiss]

I like shiny things but I'd marry you with paper rings

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Chapter 6: Late nights

She laughs and it hits him then, as the breath catches in his throat. I want to marry her. His heart beats so fast he’s surprised she doesn’t hear it. He suddenly sees another child next to Jack on the swings; a girl, her hair dark and her eyes darker still, carbon copies of Emily’s. It settles in his lungs, a choking need to have this with her.

Or, 5 times Aaron tries to propose to Emily, and the one time he finally does it.

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It starts getting to her. The way her obgyn’s eyes unthinkingly dart to her bare ring finger, her use of the word partner a hot knife cutting straight through Emily’s heart. Her usual control on her emotions is nowhere to be found, all her hard won skills of compartmentalization lost within the first few weeks of her pregnancy. Everything is suddenly sharper; tears spill down her cheek at tiny inconveniences, anger sparks in her blood at Aaron’s slightest mistake. Dust fills her mouth when she introduces him to her doctor as her boyfriend.

So really it shouldn’t have been surprising, the slow creep of insecurity taking over as she wonders why he hadn’t popped the question yet. They talked about it, she knows he wants it and he knows she does, so why hadn’t he asked her yet? 

Logically she knows it doesn’t mean much, just a signed piece of paper and a new title, that the love they have now wouldn’t change with the slip of a ring on her finger. But through the swirl of all her emotions, it’s hard to find room for logic.

She’s icy for a while, snapping at him and being short whenever he talks to her. She poorly disguises it as irritation at her consistent morning sickness and nausea, at the way her stomach turns at the slightest scents, though he’s unconvinced. But she shuts him down whenever he tries to talk to her about it, muttering something about wanting to take a nap or have a long shower. 

It starts getting to her, until it doesn’t. He’s about to lose his mind when it disappears suddenly, just as she starts nearing the end of her first trimester—she becomes all smiles and giddy excitement and shopping for baby clothes. Aaron’s baffled, to say the least, but he doesn’t bring it up again, instead doing everything in his power to keep her happy.

She still brings up the fact that he was clueless as to why she was upset, long after they’re married.

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“You’re not hungry at all, are you?” Emily murmurs softly to Eliot as she runs a finger over his silk soft cheek. His brown eyes blink up at her, carbon copies of Aaron’s, wide awake and nowhere near sleep. Emily smiles and kisses his forehead, his soft comforting scent making her sigh in contentment. “Yeah, we’re no strangers to insomnia in this family,” she rubs slow circles on his back, trying to lull him back to sleep.

“You know what always helps, though? When daddy gives you a big hug and just holds you in those warm arms of his,” she tells her son. Eliot gurgles in response, his tiny fist closing around the chain of her necklace. “And you feel so safe and comfortable it’s only a matter of time before you fall asleep.” Emily whispers. 

She takes slow steps across the nursery, lightly rocking Eliot and occasionally pressing her lips to his skin. “Maybe we should ask him to come up, huh? Let him give you a hug so mommy can sleep.”

Her head rests on top of his and she yawns, exhaustion settling in her bones as she continues walking around. She continues whispering nonsense and rubbing her son’s back, huddling him close to her and hoping he’ll give in to sleep soon. 

When her eyes stray to the clock she sees that it’s been almost an hour since she first picked Eliot up. Emily looks down to check on him, her lips tilting up in an exasperated smile when his wide eyes meet hers.

“Come on, baby, go to sleep,” she murmurs, giving him soft kisses on his cheek as he coos and shifts in her arms, pressing closer to her. Ah, damn it, she thinks when he nestles his head in the crook of her neck, her heart melting at the soft baby noises he stifles into her skin.

“You’re lucky you’re so darn cute,” she sighs, wishing she’d gotten her phone so she could call for Aaron. Eliot doesn’t seem any closer to sleep, but she doesn’t want to destroy any progress she could’ve made by taking him to the bright lights of Aaron’s office.

Unthinkingly, she starts to sing softly. The lullaby she often hums to Jack slips past her lips, a soothing string of French in Eliot’s ear as she paces. 

“Au clair de la lune, mon ami Pierrot 

Prête-moi ta plume, pour écrire un mot.

Ma chandelle est morte, je n’ai plus de feu.

Ouvre-moi ta porte, pour l’amour de Dieu.”

The door creaks softly and she looks up to see Aaron walking in. Emily smiles a little shyly and pauses singing, her cheeks lightly tinting pink as he walks toward her.

Aaron stifles a smile of his own, warmth stirring in his chest at the embarrassed smile on her face. “Hey,” he kisses her forehead, his hand joining hers on Eliot’s back. “Hi,” Emily murmurs, sinking into his side when he wraps an arm around her shoulders.

“He’s still fighting sleep?” Aaron whispers as he looks down at his son. Emily nods and buries her face in his chest. “It’s been an hour,” she grumbles tiredly, her eyes fluttering shut as she yawns.

“Hey buddy,” Aaron bends his head to look at Eliot. His head rests on Emily’s shoulder, his tiny arm wrapped around her neck. He looks at his father with alert eyes. 

“Here, let me take him,” he whispers to Emily. She hands Eliot over with little fuss and leans into Aaron, crossing her arms against the sudden cold in her chest. 

“Go to bed, sweetheart,” he kisses her forehead, “I’ll handle it.”

Emily shakes her head even as she bites back a yawn; cold sheets don’t really sound all that appealing at the moment. “I’ll just sit down here,” she mumbles, placing a kiss to the back of Eliot’s head before walking over to the rocking chair in the corner.

Aaron smiles as she curls into it, tucking her knees into her chest and blinking sleepily at them. “See, even mommy’s tired,” he whispers to his son, rubbing large circles on his back. The baby gurgles softly into his father’s neck, letting out tiny noises as he nestles closer to his chest. “Why won’t you go to sleep, little man?” Aaron kisses Eliot’s forehead.

“Sing him a lullaby,” Emily says from her perch on the chair. Aaron gives her a hesitant look and she grins. “Go on. I’ve tried everything.” 

Aaron blows out a breath. “Promise you won’t laugh?”

Emily shrugs one shoulder and mimes zipping her lips. Her eyes sparkle in the warm light of the nursery, and Aaron is acutely aware that she did not in fact make a promise. She arches her brow and he sighs.

“Twinkle, twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are,” he begins softly. Emily tucks her chin beneath the hem of her sweater, bringing it up over her lips to cover her smile. She often marveled how someone with such a rich talking voice could be so horrible at singing.

“Up above the world so high, like a diamond—”

He cuts off when Eliot whimpers loudly, a sound that starts turning into a cry until he stops singing. The lack of sleep gets to her; Emily bursts out laughing, immediately clapping a hand over her mouth when Aaron frowns at her. 

“Hey, you promised you wouldn’t laugh,” he protests, mildly stung but unable to stay that way for long with the way she’s laughing, soft giggles escaping from behind her palm. He rocks his son lightly, feeling a measure of disappointment and relief when he settles again.

Emily wipes at her eyes and holds out her hands. “I did no such thing. Give him here,” she wiggles her fingers, grinning as Aaron walks towards her. He hands her Eliot with a huff.

“Come here,” she kisses her son’s cheek and settles him on her lap, “you’re lucky I’m here to save you, sweet boy. Your dad’s such a horrible singer, isn’t he?” She scrunches her nose playfully, beaming when Eliot gives her a gummy smile.

She hears Aaron grumble something and looks up. Emily smiles at the light furrow between his brows and grabs his hand, tugging him down to press a kiss to his downturned lips. “Luckily for him, we don’t love him for his singing.”

He rolls his eyes as she drops his hand and turns her attention back to Eliot. He’s all but forgotten as Emily lightly rocks the chair, both her arms around their son’s back as she tries to coax him back to sleep. She’s talking softly to him when Aaron’s heart squeezes suddenly, the sound of her voice and Eliot’s baby noises making his chest ache. The light of the lamp at her elbow washes over her, paints her golden, and he swears she’s never looked as beautiful as she does right now.

Aaron’s breath catches. Now, his brain screams at him, and despite the fact that the ring is not even with him, he couldn’t stop himself if he tried. 

“Emily,” he says softly, making her eyes snap to his. He feels so stupid, for making himself wait this long, for agonizing over it to be perfect. Because this moment is just as precious as any, with her hair down in its natural curl, his worn Harvard sweatshirt hanging from her body. Their baby is in her arms and her eyes are tired but so warm, filled with so much love it takes his breath away.

“What?” She asks after a beat of silence, momentarily struck dumb by the way he’s looking at her. 

Aaron smiles and leans over her. “This isn’t how I planned on doing this,” he cups her face and kisses her forehead, so gently, so tenderly she inexplicably feels her eyes well up with tears.

“Doing what?” Her voice is the barest whisper as her heart starts to slam against her ribcage, so forcefully she thinks even Eliot can feel it.

He unwraps one of her hands from Eliot’s back and holds it in his, pressing a kiss to her knuckles before kneeling down in front of the chair. Emily takes in a stuttering breath, her subconscious knowing what’s happening but her sleepy brain too slow in catching up. Her heart starts racing in earnest and she tightens her shaky grip on her son, squeezes her fingers around Aaron’s.

“W-What are you doing?” Her voice trembles as hot tears gather in her eyes, spill down her cheeks.

His lips tilt up in a gentle smile. “I’m trying to propose to you, honey.” He whispers and leans forward to wipe the tears from her cheeks. They’re immediately replaced when she blinks, dropping off her chin and staining his sweatshirt.

Aaron squeezes her hand. “You wouldn’t believe how long I’ve been trying to do this for,” he laughs a little shakily, his own eyes growing shiny. “You’ve proven a difficult woman to want to marry,” he says. Emily chokes on a sound, somewhere between a laugh and a sob.

He licks his lips. His heart races, but he doesn’t feel any of the jittery nervousness he felt before; his hands are steady, his breaths come evenly. “I’m not big on speeches, but you deserve one. I love you, Emily,” Aaron whispers, his voice thick as tears gather in the back of his throat. His vision blurs as Eliot coos against her chest and she presses a kiss to his soft hair, her eyes still on him. “I don’t know exactly when I fell in love with you, only that I did, and each day I think I fall a little deeper. I’m so grateful that out of everyone, you chose to love me.” He takes a deep breath and smiles softly, his dimples digging into his cheeks. “You’re my best friend and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me, Emily?”

“Yes,” she chokes out, tugging on his hand to bring him closer. “God yes, Aaron.” Her voice breaks and he smiles at her, his whole face lighting up as leans forward and cups her face, wiping her wet cheeks quickly before kissing her. 

Her lips are shaky against his, the taste of them salty with both of their tears, but god, it’s the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted. Her hand fists his shirt and Eliot’s tiny body presses against his chest, safe between both of them. Aaron feels his heart tremble as he breaks free from her lips to press his forehead against hers. Warmth spreads through him when she looks at him with wet, dark lashes, the relief that he finally did this climbing up his throat, settling there like a lump he tries to swallow away.

“I love you,” Emily sniffles, carding a hand through his hair. She leans back to kiss his forehead and rests her head on top of his, her tears soaking the dark strands. 

“I love you too,” Aaron murmurs and wraps his arms around her. His knees ache from kneeling so long, but the feeling is distant, overwhelmed by the contentment aiding his beating heart. 

Eliot stirs between them, shifting in Emily’s arms and softly protesting the intrusion of his father’s weight against him. Aaron laughs and leans back on his heels to kiss his son’s forehead, “Do you hear that, Eliot?” He whispers, tucking Emily’s dark hair away from her wet cheek. She smiles softly, her dark eyes shining and her cheeks flushed. His fiancée. “Mommy said yes.”

“Of course she said yes,” Emily murmurs as she wipes under her eyes and stands up, the giddiness racing through her making it hard to sit still. “Daddy’s made her wait long enough,” she smiles, her heart swelling in her chest when her son gives her a toothless smile back.

“I’m sorry about that,” Aaron stands too and kisses her forehead, his hands settling on the curve of her waist and gently pulling her closer. “If it’s any consolation, I got you a pretty ring,” he offers, stroking his thumb along the smooth skin of her jaw and feeling the steady beat of her heart beneath his finger. “It’s in my nightstand drawer.”

Emily bites her lip and smiles, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “I know. I saw it.”

Aaron’s mouth drops open. “What?” He asks incredulously, his eyes widening in shock. “W-When, how?” He stammers. 

Emily laughs at his reaction, drunk on his proposal and the feeling of her baby in her arms. She rises on her tiptoes and gives him a gentle kiss. “You’re an FBI agent, honey,” she scolds lightly, “you couldn’t think of anywhere better than your nightstand drawer?”

Aaron grumbles something under his breath and she laughs again. “If it’s any consolation, I don’t actually know what it looks like,” Emily bats her lashes, mirroring his earlier statement.

He blows out a breath, mildly disappointed that she knew. But then again he’s been trying to do this for over a year. “That does not make me feel better, funnily enough.” 

“Don’t be a grump,” Emily chides. “Show it to me,” she urges, tangling her fingers with his and pulling him out the door excitedly, her eyes shining.

A smile spreads across his face at her wide grin, and as she tugs him to their room he realizes nothing else matters. It doesn’t matter that she knew or that he didn’t do it the way he had planned. She said yes; she’s going to be his wife, and in this moment he has no right to complain about a single damn thing.

Emily gently lays Eliot down on their bed and keeps an eye on him as Aaron takes the ring from his nightstand drawer. He turns to her and she holds her breath, moving closer to him as he opens the black velvet box and shows her the ring.

She gasps as he takes it out, the diamonds on it glinting in the warm light of their bedroom. “Aaron..” she croaks out as he gently grabs her hand, presses a soft kiss on her knuckles before sliding the ring on her finger. Her gaze grows blurry and she blinks the tears away, feeling them fall off her chin as she turns her hand around and examines the ring. 

Her heart clenches at the sight of it; somehow he’d chosen exactly her style. The platinum band is cool on her finger, the diamonds throwing tiny rainbows across her skin when they hit the lamplight. She runs her fingers over them, feels them beneath her skin as she presses her thumb into the ring, a visible reminder that she’s his.

“Do you like it?” Aaron whispers. Her hand is still in his, his warm fingers supporting her palm, gently resting on her pulse. 

“I love it,” Emily sniffles. She throws her arms around his neck and presses her cheek to his. Aaron hugs her tightly to him, his arms secure around her waist. “It’s perfect.”

She feels the rise and fall of his chest as he exhales in relief, his shoulders sagging beneath her palms. “I’m glad,” he sighs, turning his head to lightly kiss her cheek. 

He doesn’t know how long they stay there, holding each other, their happiness palpable in the warm, honeyed light of their room. She twists the ring on her finger, grins into his neck at the sight of it. It warms her skin as she’s replaying his proposal over in her head and suddenly remembers something he said.

“What did you mean when you sa-”

She cuts off at the sound of Eliot’s sudden cries. Emily breaks free from Aaron and hurries to her flailing son on the bed, his fist in his mouth and his tiny legs thrashing around.

“Shh,” Emily murmurs as she picks him up, rocking him lightly and rubbing his back to soothe his cries. “Mommy and daddy forgot about you, huh?” She coos. “I’m sorry, that was mean, wasn’t it?” 

Her son shoves his face into her chest and Emily chuckles. “Okay, baby,” she kisses his forehead. “It’s gonna be a long night,” she takes Aaron’s hand and leads him to the living room, “so you can tell me all about what you meant by saying ‘I’m a difficult woman to want to marry’,” she arches her brow at him over her shoulder.

Aaron laughs as they walk into the living room, his eyes catching on her ring, glittering between their intertwined fingers. They settle on the couch and he takes Eliot from her, gently shushing him as she tosses off his sweatshirt and unbuttons her pajama shirt. She takes Eliot back and fits him against her chest, turning to Aaron once his cries fade.

“So, fiancé,” she smirks, her eyes sparkling as he melts at the title. “Tell me.”

Aaron sighs and settles deeper into the couch. “Remember when Jack skinned his knee in the park?” He asks. She stares at him blankly and shakes her head. He smiles slightly; figures, it’s been over a year. “It was summer and you got him ice cream,” he prompts.

The memory finally clicks. Emily nods, “Yeah, I remember.”

He spins the tale from there.

#hotchniss #emily prentiss #aaron hotchner #criminal minds #aaron hotchner x emily prentiss #hotchniss fanfiction #aaron x emily

[scorchieart]

Chevalier, Leon, Licht & Luke Meeting Their Newborn Niece/Nephew

Couldn't get my mind off these goofs. Part 1 with the odd-balls here. I so wanted to post this sooner, but Leon gave me the most trouble this time around, wouldn't you believe it?

Chevalier Michel

Chevalier downs his fifth cup of black tea and dips his withering feather quill in the ink bottle with more force than he intended. Though there is no one in the room to hear, he silently curses as he mops the ink splatters from his jittery hand and desk, before rubbing his eyes and returning to the stack of papers neatly balanced at his side.

It is just after three in the morning when the office door creaks open. Chevalier automatically drops the quill and latches onto his sword from under the desk.

"Relax, it's only us," his brother says, readjusting his hold on the tiny wrapped bundle in his arms. He gingerly pushes through the door and shuts it with his shoulder. "You missed the party."

"Whether we meet one hour or one day after birth makes little difference at this stage," Chevalier huffs, relaxing his hold on the sword. He retrieves the quill and hangs his head over the documents again.

"It most certainly makes a difference!" his brother retorts, struggling to keep his volume low. "Blink once and he's walking. Blink twice and he's riding a horse. Blink three times and he's at your doorstep commanding a battalion ready to overthrow you!"

Chevalier ignores his brother's ramblings and keeps his gaze on reviewing the increased guard proposal he drafted earlier in the evening. But the effects of caffeine seem to be waning as the words dance around the paper like irksome little flies. He lifts the teapot at the corner of his desk and sighs when a measly lukewarm puddle trickles into his cup.

"...And to reject a direct invitation from a prince! I can think of nothing more insulting on the eve of a royal birth," his brother continues.

"This wouldn't be the first time I've ignored one of your pestering requests," Chevalier says, tilting his head back to collect every last drop on his tongue.

"I wasn't talking about me."

Chevalier straightens his back and finally focuses on the snoozing boy nestled in his brother's arms, a golden envelope clutched tightly between his tiny fingers. He carefully extracts the envelope, opens it, and, finding the letters seemingly settled on the page, begins to read:

To my Unkie Chevie, I do hope you can pull your attention away from your loving wife desk long enough to come by and meet me this fine evening. It would make me and my mommy and my daddy smile so wide. I promise I won't cry when I see your scrunchy face, but only if you promise to smile, too. Deal? Love, your new nephew. (P.S. Daddy hasn't thought of a name yet when he wrote this for me)

Chevalier snorts, a smirk forming on his lips. "The proper grammar is 'smile so widely'."

"You're seriously policing an infant? Must you flaunt your genius to everyone?"

"If I don't start early, I'll blink and he'll end up a stuttering fool like his father."

Leon Dompteur

"What's all this?"

Leon pops his head up from putting the final touches on the walnut crib in time to greet his bemused brother standing at the door.

"Tossing in my lot for favorite uncle! What do you think?" Leon says with an award-winning grin.

His brother enters slowly and scans the room corner to corner. From the delicate mobiles hanging from the ceiling to the stuffed animals flooding out of chests and drawers to the fully stocked baby-changing station before finally landing on Leon leaning triumphantly against the handmade crib by the windows.

"A nursery?" he finally manages, and Leon nods enthusiastically.

"Bingo! I'll accept my winnings in extra cuddles and extended playtimes, please!"

His brother coughs out a short laugh and hugs his sleeping daughter closer. "There was no contest."

"Obviously. After seeing this, I doubt the others could manage to even hold a candle to my philanthropy," Leon says.

"Fine, you win. You can change her diapers for your prize."

Leon deflates, the wrench he held dropping to the floor with a loud thump! The baby stirs in her father's arms and lets out a soft wail before full-blown crying.

"Ack! Sorry sorry!" Leon rushes over as his brother softly pats his daughter's back, but stops a couple of paces before reaching them. "Really, I didn't mean it."

"I know you didn't," his brother says, calmer than expected. He walks to the crib and gently lowers her onto the mattress. "This was all very thoughtful of you."

Leon catches a glance of his reflection in the mirror above the dresser and sees he's blushing. "Nothing's too much when it comes to family."

"Then would it be too much to ask if Uncle could help put her to sleep?"

Leon quietly approaches the crib and hears his niece's cries start to calm as her father draws light circles on her cheek. Leon leans forward to reciprocate on the other cheek until her whimpers die down completely and her breathing levels.

"You didn't need to go all out," his brother whispers. "This is more than enough."

Leon runs his finger delicately through the thin fringe of her hair and smiles. "Enough for you, maybe. But I'm determined to be the best uncle to her I can be."

Licht Klein

The field of baby bluebells whistle like windchimes as an early spring breeze ruffles through their patch. Licht lies among the lot inhaling their wispy aroma and sings and soft tune in time with the botanic beat.

So many visitors started staying at the palace in the weeks leading up to the royal birth that the place morphed into a maelstrom of nonstop manic energy and excitement. And now that the baby's finally arrived, Licht could barely breathe in between all the parties and celebrations, so he'd taken to frequenting this field more often. Sure, he didn't get a chance to meet the newborn yet with all the hubbub, but he didn't mind it too much. His brother was happy, and these outings were a good excuse to calm his heart down.

At least it would have been had his heart not picked up speed when he heard the thundering pitter-patter of hoofbeats approaching him. He jolts up from his flower bed in time to see his brother, the supposed proud new father, dismounting his horse and running frantically toward him.

"Licht, we have an emergency!" he cries, grabbing Licht arms and pulling him to the horse. It was only when they arrived back at the palace after a blazing sprint that Licht realizes his brother is still wearing his night robe and his hair wildly stood up on end.

"What happened? Is it the baby? Did you tell Sariel?" Licht asks, panic bubbling in his chest.

"Sariel can't do squat with this! Only you can help!" his brother yells, grabbing Licht's wrist and dragging him through the halls. Licht barely has a chance to cover his eyes with his free hand by the time his brother flings his bedroom door open.

"Enough of that!" His brother rips Licht's hand-shield away and directs him to the bed where his weary wife and their screaming child lay. Licht recoils at the sight at first, then turns to his brother angrily.

"Your emergency was that your baby was keeping you up?" he seethes.

"Cut us some slack, we haven't slept since he popped out! You could stand to help us out instead of running away to that forest every day," his brother retorts.

"Last I checked, I wasn't the one who birthed this child," Licht says, then immediately regrets it when he remembers the mother is two feet from him. He looks at her apologetically, but she only smiles tiredly.

"Please, Prince Licht? You're the only one we could think of. Your voice, it's so soothing and beautiful," she pleads.

Licht shifts his eyes between the two parents then rests them on his wailing nephew. His face is so red and covered in tears and snot, Licht imagines he must have been crying for hours. He sighs and sits on the bed, his brother following him so that Licht is sandwiched in the middle.

Closing his eyes, Licht begins the lyrics to the song his mother sang to him as a child. He could barely register the audience on either side of him as he poured his heart into the melody, feeling instead the warmth of Spring seeping through the walls and enveloping his core as the song teetered out.

When at last he opens his eyes, he is met with three bodies snoozing peacefully around him in the darkness. Now he has to rack his brains to figure out how to untangle himself without waking the lot.

Luke Randolph

Luke buries his head in his knees and tucks his arms underneath his legs, trying to make himself as small as possible. It's hot and smelly and full of flies underneath the stables, but at least the only sounds he can hear are from the horses.

Sunlight couldn't quite reach his little cubby hole and he didn't keep track of the time when he started hiding, but he knows he's been gone long enough that he can no longer register the stench of dung and that his legs developed the most numbing pins and needles. His stomach started grumbling at some point and several times during the day he heard people calling his name, but he maintained his position and didn't budge.

At least until the overwhelming smell of honey wafts through his nostrils. He involuntarily jerks his head at the scent, cursing under his breath when it thumps a wooden post. He tries to wriggle one his arms from under him to rub at the bruise, but quickly freezes when a familiar pair of shoes stops in front of the tiny entrance he crawled through.

"I know you're there, Luke," his brother calls. "Don't make me come down there and pull you out."

Luke considers his options. Could his brother really fit and reach him? It seems unlikely, but then again it could just be his delirious mind taking over at this point. Luke relents and wriggles himself out, squinting in surprise when the sunlight hits his eyes.

"How long was I gone?" he asks sheepishly.

"Long enough to miss lunch," his brother replies, holding out a plate of cheese-and-honey sandwiches. Luke stands up too quickly for his sore muscles to follow and collapses instantly. Laughing, his brother sits beside him and passes the plate.

"What's wrong?"

"S'nothin'," Luke shrugs, sitting up and wolfing down two sandwiches at once.

The horses whinny nearby and Luke tosses a few of the bread crusts into their pens. His brother lets him eat in silence for a few minutes before speaking up again. "You know she's not your sister."

"Obviously!" Luke says, fixing him a hard stare. "Did you think I was too stupid to figure that out on my own?"

"Says the guy sleeping under the stables folded up like a ball."

Luke averts his eyes and continues to chew, wishing one of the horses would come by and sneeze on him or something so he could have an excuse to leave. But his brother rests his hand on his head, rooting him in place.

"But you're my brother, so it's very important to me that you both get along," he says. "None of us have any experience raising girls, so we'll be counting on you to fill in the gaps for us." Using his hand, he swivels Luke's head toward the stable entrance where his wife stands holding a bundle in her arms.

Luke's body tenses up again, missing the feeling of the hand on his head when his brother gets up and crosses to them. Stretching his limbs, Luke stands as well and brushes the stray crumbs off his jacket, but stays in place until his brother returns with his daughter.

"It's not the most ideal meeting, but maybe you two will bond over riding horses someday," he says, passing the baby to Luke. Luke steps back at first, but eventually accepts the bundle and looks at her. She's not at all like how he remembered his sister, with wide eyes like her father and soft hair like her mother, but deep in his gut, nestled somewhere between the mountain of chewed-up sandwiches, he could feel a spark of kinship with her and smiles.

Leaving it up to you lovely readers to fill in the father blanks again~ (even though you can totally tell my biases this time around ^^;)

Tagging: @atelieredux @queengiuliettafirstlady @violettduchess

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#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri headcanons #chevalier michel #leon dompteur #licht klein #luke randolph #ikepri chevalier #ikepri leon #ikepri licht #ikepri luke #scorchie writes #just a lot of fluff I really like fluff

[superjumpintomyheart]

How about some North California wedding headcanons? I love them sm let’s go lesbians

AWWEE YEAH BABY WE'RE COMPLETING THE LESBIAN WEDDING TRIO!!! (pearlina, agent 24, north california) lets go lesbians!!!

Nori is the one who proposed, she planned a whole date for the two of them and made sure callie got her nails done and just gave her the most magical night ever. She told Callie about how much she loves her and how much they've been through together, then she spoke in octarian, "My sunshine, my golden light, Callie... will you marry me?"

Callie cried a lot because she was so happy, the engagement ring is a beautiful trillion cut diamond that has tiny refractions of rainbow light inside it, on a silver band that has accentuating triangular diamonds on either side of the main setting.

When they actually have the wedding, Callie get's the wedding band and it's a simple silver as well with small pink and white diamonds alternating colors.

Nori's wedding set is non traditional and gorgeous, a marquise cut black diamond sitting on a silver band that kind of twirls out from where the main setting is. The wedding band is silver and adds two round cut, deep magenta diamonds sitting on each side of the black one, creating this sort of angular design.

Marina is Nori's Maid of Honor, and Marie is Callie's ofc ofc

Callie has a lot more social connections than Nori, but they keep their wedding fairly small to just celebrate the love between them without either of them feeling overwhelmed.

NSS members are all invited, some participate in the bridal parties (aka captain 3 in callie's) but most are just there to attend.

Deep cut is there as well! Big man probably helps MC it or is the priest who marries them or something, I think he'd be certified for that

Instead of saying their vows to each other in front of everyone they have a private moment where they share their intimate vows with each other, then during the ceremony they lock those papers inside a box to signify them keeping their promises forever (my cousin did this at his wedding and im stealing the idea bc its precious)

Callie wears a flowy white dress, it's strapless with a sweetheart neckline and the bodice hugs her figure well. The top is jeweled to the nines, various sizes of sparkling crystals decorate her chest and upper body and cover almost the entire bodice. The transition from jeweled top to the skirt of the dress is smooth with the jewels continuing to spread out as they move downward. Then it becomes is a soft and fluffy floor length gown, its lightweight and bouncy just like her.

Nori wears a classic white suit and a floral tie, with jeweled accents that match Callie's dress. They are sprinkled along the shoulders of the jacket, the rim of her sleeve cuffs, and two lapel pins on each side of her collar shine like the diamond in Callie's ring.

The two of them are pristine and sleek together, Nori having gained so much confidence since when she first met Callie all those years ago. The wedding is a dream come true for both of them.

Their honeymoon is definitely on the beach! they rent like a vacation home or something right on the shore so they can just walk right down to the ocean whenever they want. Callie is a beach girl- can't be called California and not be a beach girl, and Nori is too! She just didn't know it until they went.

i got a bit carried away i hope this is alright i know i didn’t write as much for the other ships kshdfdfkjshk 

#splatoon #splatoon oc #splatoon 2 #splatoon 3 #callie splatoon #callie cuttlefish #nori octo gf #octoling gf #callie x nori #north california #squid sisters #splatoon headcanons #splatoon hcs #splatoon original character

[sagefranklin]

THE BASICS

Name: Sage Savannah Franklin.

Age: Forty-One.

Gender: cis Female, She/Her.

Occupation: Co-owner and bartender of The Jagged Yard

Birthday: September 23rd, 1982.

Zodiac Sign: Libra.

Location: Claret Park, Providence Peak, Colorado.

Birthplace: Providence Peak, Colorado.

Orientation: Bisexual.

THE PHYSIQUE

Eye Color: Blue.

Natural Hair Color: Blonde.

Height: 5′ 7″.

Body Type: Slim.

Allergies: Atlas Williams.

Dominant Hand: Right.

Scars: Just the typical kid who thinks she can do anything, paramedic who saves lives, and avid hiker who likes to find adventures in the wilderness types of scars.

Tattoos: Most likely a tiny drawing of a bunny that Ruby drew on the inside of her upper arm not usually visible  when she isn’t in a tank or short sleeves, a wolf cub tattoo on her forearm that matches with Atlas (bc they took to calling Maggie their little wolf after the fifth time she bit one of them while teething), and a back tattoo of the field she proposed to her ex-wife in inside of a frame (inspo, inspo)

Piercings: Her earlobes and a few on her helix.

THE INTRODUCTION

( trigger warning: grief, loss, pregnancy )

Sage grew up in Claret Park, her parents were settled and very much the picture of the middle class family that really no longer exists in today’s society. They planned and prepared for her and loved her to death, but even though she loved both of them she was 100% a daddy’s girl. She was a kid who loved any chance to fix things or roll in the mud and was almost always climbing trees when she shouldn’t have been.

Her childhood went by fairly uneventful until her parents had her sister when she was 8. That’s when her father came home with her baby sister, but not her mother and suddenly Sage learned the meaning of the word death.

When she turned 18 she immediately took the courses to become an EMT and over the next few years worked her way into a Paramedic title. Saving lives became her MO, a way that she could make up for the fact that she couldn’t do a damn thing to save her mother. Obvs that wasn’t her fault, but Sage is stubborn and I wouldn’t recommend telling her otherwise.

She met her wife in her early 20s and they quickly fell in love, got married, adopted a cat, and had a baby. She was head over heels for the woman she had met over a slice of pizza at her favorite joint. Everything was perfect, but perfect never managed to stay for long and when she was 34 she had her second personal encounter with death.

Losing their 6 year old daughter took a toll on her relationship with their wife and everything soon came crumbling down for Sage. With her daughter gone, her wife left town and never looked back and Sage found herself abandoning the sixteen year old paramedic career for a job as a bartender at The Jagged Yard.

It took almost five years for her to climb out of her pit of self-destruction and it took her (accidental) pregnancy with her second daughter, Maggie, to shake her out of it, knowing she needed to keep it together so she could be the best mom possible to the baby that needed her. In deciding her life needed a big upheaval, she sent out divorce papers to wherever her wife may have been (her lawyer tracked her down, but she opted not to know) and purchased The Jagged Yard from the previous owner and her mentor in one fell swoop.

It’s been a year and a half since she had her daughter, a year since she bought the bar, and quite a few months since her divorce was finalized and she took up her last name again, a step that took the biggest step of growth because it meant giving up the one she had shared with Ruby. She knew she’d never stop grieving, but moving forward is something she had to do.

Sage is currently living in her family home in Claret Park with her sister, Asher, and shares time with her daughter with Atlas.

THE HEADCANONS

She has a Bernese Mountain Dog named Springsteen who is a retired search and rescue dog who spent the first few years of his life saving lives in the Colorado mountains.

Most definitely has had a crazy night out with the Chief of Police ala this little gem and probably is a close friends of him due to her previous career.

Moved into the house she grew up in when she and her wife had their daughter. They renovated the entire house from 80′s drab to modern fab.

As the owner of The Jagged Yard, she considers everyone who works there part of her family and would help them out no matter what they needed.

#providence.intro #intro — sage #tw loss #tw grief #tw pregnancy

[iwantsleep]

Annabeth' Backstory...

I'm here to say that Annabeth/A-chan finally got a backstory! ✨

Warning ⚠

It contains implicit self harm

Mother issues approach

Low self-esteem sometimes

If you're sensitive about this themes, don't read. You're warned...

...

It was a beautiful baby. Hair as blond as gold, eyes as blue as diamonds, skin as fair as snow, and a little face so rosy, it was impossible not to fall in love with that baby. Even her laugh was infectious. Everyone in that family felt ecstatic when they found out that she was born healthy and strong.

The years went by and Annabeth d'Auvergne grew up. With grace and beauty. Her tastes were developing, her opinions and... her talents. At just 3 years old, little Annabeth was already scribbling papers, whether they were important or not. As she grew up, her talent evolved. One day, her parents decided that she should meet her friends. Little 7-year-old Annabeth — dressed like a little princess — was taken to the company of her parents. Annabeth comes from a wealthy family that even with money, were having difficulties in their company. Few ideas, did not sell. It seemed that everything was going to go downhill... or was it?

Little Annabeth was sitting at a table with her parents, a small group of men wearing suits approached and greeted them, but Anna didn't take her eyes off her small sketchbook for nothing. Her pencils spread across the table along with crumpled papers. One of the men in suits felt strangely drawn to the doodles the child was making with such passion. So much so that when he was willing to try to pick up one of the crumpled sheets, a pair of small hands stopped him by taking the paper.

— I'm sorry if this old uncle scared you. — He smiled. — I saw that you draw a lot, can I see? Please?

Anna was afraid. But when her father's hand touched her shoulder, she relaxed and handed him the notebook. They were doodles, yes. This he could not deny. But what he saw went beyond mere scribbles. Art. Made with colored pencils and colored markers, both with worn ends and some even tiny from being used so much.

Alice, her mother. She seemed to recognize what her co-worker saw in that notebook. They would argue about that some other time. Months passed and the same men went monthly to visit little Annabeth and see if she was getting better quickly or not. She even got gifts. Tablets, materials from a professional, even a drawing table she got. They invested in courses for her, private tutors, classes on the history of art. They were creating an artist. She was going to be one. She should be one.

When Annabeth turned 12, a plan was proposed to her. She was going to do drawings for her parent company, as a joke. She would receive salary too, but she would still have to study. At first she saw it as a great opportunity. She would help her family and her parents' business! A great idea, correct?

. . . correct?

Still at the age of 12, Annabeth began to notice that her life would not be as happy as she dreamed. Her drawing deadlines were tight, she needed to redo more than once if they didn't like the idea and in the future she would do animations for commercials. The weight she felt on her shoulders was no small one. One night, while Magnus — Annabeth's father — was walking through the corridors in the middle of the night towards the kitchen, he saw a strong light coming from under his daughter's room. When he opened the door, he was horrified. It was his Anna, his little Anna, sitting on the floor with her digital drawing pad on the table and an awful lot of coffee mugs around her. Dark circles under her eyes were more than visible, they were glaring. How long has it been since she slept?

No matter how many times he complained to the company, the deadlines didn't get shorter. Annabeth was starting to go through hell. But it was still going to start, it wasn't even close to ending.

"Severe insomnia". That's what she had. Annabeth didn't sleep more than five or six hours a day. Per week. Per month? And if she took medicine, she got the rare minimum eight hours of sleep. Anna began to stop caring about the outside world. She didn't go out for walks, walks, nothing. Not even her hair made a point of combing. She didn't leave her house. Her relationships with her family grew closer. They didn't talk like they used to anymore. That's when they stopped at home. Magnus still tried to make any communication with his daughter while he was working, but Alice was too busy. Even for his only daughter.

Annabeth changed drastically, now it wasn't "visits" to the hospital anymore. It was practically another house of hers. Maybe she scratched herself too hard? Maybe she should give up the insane amount of coffee she was drinking? Maybe she should stop taking so many sleeping pills? Maybe she should eat better? Maybe, maybe, maybe. She questioned. Whenever her mother's eyes fell on her. They hurt. Like knives. The glow that Annabeth had died. Annabeth wasn't Annabeth anymore.

The bandages no longer left her body. The bandages on her face, the bandages on her arm. Nothing seemed to go away. Neither did her blonde hair. She was already starting to hate the color, she remembered the woman who had brought her into this world. But I can change that, right?

No matter how much her screams filled her head, her ears were numb. Her head down hid the tears that insisted on coming down. But even so, she didn't regret what she had done. It didn't matter how much her mother screamed or how much her father tried to calm her down. Anna was happy. But that happiness would make her life worse. Too much.

15 years. The age she is now. Her life didn't make a point of getting better. But it's not like she cares. She just had to survive a few more years until she was 18. Then she would decide what to do. Until then, it was just being her. Annabeth d'Auvergne, the girl who dyed her hair white and only went out to parties when it was related to her "work".

This was how she would live. Until she stopped breathing. Or is it not?

...

Wow that was a story, wasn't? Now, allow me to say what, and who inspired me to create Annabeth or A-chan for the closest people ;)

One day I was in Twitter and I saw this image made by Avogado6

At the same time I saw it, I fell in love with it, the way he did. The lines. The color. Everything. Then I thought, "What about I made an character with this?" And poof! A-chan started to exist. Her personality is based on mine, and you might not understand her story at first, BUT if you want to ask something about her, I would love to answer your questions don't matter how complex or simple they are.

And yeah, that's it XD I hope you guys enjoyed this. Take care!

— The Artist

#my oc #oc backstory #story of my oc #my story #my character #storytelling #Annabeth #A-chan #Annabeth d'Auvergne

[scorpiwrites]

Little horny blurb bc i needta post something here, I promise I'm making new fics, it just needs some more time cuz I've been neglecting my papers assignments for uni</3 and for that one Anon who requested, I'm workin on it too, bub!! Sorry if it's long😬😬

scorpi's masterlist

requests are open

Imagine innocent f!reader who is friends with Marlene. She's just so shy, so lovable, so obedient. Everyone always talk shit about her, not used to a person being so naive, so pure, but Marlene saw that it wasn't an act, it's cuz she grew up an outcast from society because of what her father did. And she grew up without having much knowledge about gestures of affection too. So she's this little thing who was a homeschooled, naive girl. And in Marlene's eyes, a pretty little innocent thing, ready for her to shape as she will.

Imagine Marlene just introducing her to affection touches, with a little bit of a darker tendencies. How Marlene taught her to hug, as she was shorter than Marlene, it's very easy for her to handle the shy girl to put her hands on her ass, telling her that the gesture could only be shared between two of them, that it was special, as Marlene was also groping her ass when she's telling her that.

Or the time where the reader had a nightmare, and was tossing and turning on her bed, only to wake up sweaty, naked, with Marlene's mouth sucking on her nipples. Marlene quickly soothed her, claiming that she was trying to make it better, to help the nightmare go away. And it worked, at least that's what she thought.

That's why when Marlene was told that her way of stopping the nightmare works, she proposed to do it everyday before bed. And to Marlene's delight, reader said yes to her plan!

Imagine that it's been going on for a couple of weeks when reader realize that everytime Marlene would suck on her nipples, playing with her breasts for hours on end, she always had this…. wetness that she would feel, right in between her legs. No, no! It didn't feel bad at all….

It felt really really good.

So she tells Marlene about it when she was sucking her nipples, making the blond stop and stare down at the tiny wet patch on her pajama pants. She then looks up at the reader and winks, before one of her hands sneaks fast into her pants and feels her wetness just from in front of her panties, making the reader moan out loud from her doing.

Marlene only grins and starts to rub her clit from outside of her panties while still sucking and licking on her nipple.

-

"mmhmmm Maaaar please please oh i-it fweels ssoo goo- aahhh"

"sshh ssh baby I know it feels really good, huh? You feel that baby? Feel how good it is that I'm touching you down there huh? Be a good girl and stay quiet, love. Don't want anyone to know how much of a slut you are, don't you?"

#marauders era imagine #marauders era smut #marlene mckinnon #marlene mckinnon x y/n #marlene mckinnon x reader #marlene mckinnon smut #harry potter imagine #harry potter smut #scorpi.nsfw #scorpi.blurbs #scorpiwrites

[with-love-from-hell]

Hey sissy!

I wanted to ask that can you make a hc where the brothers finds that MC is pregnant after she went to human world?

Like her time in devildom ended and she was sented back there and after 1 year the brothers visit MC and sees that she has their baby!

Sorry because I said a lot and if the requests are closed then I am sorry again (I am not forcing you to do this, you can ignore this if you want!)

HELLO luv omg I am so sorry it took me so long to do this. I'm finally finishing up my backlog 😭😭

Mc now has a child: the brothers reacting to it being theirs

Written for a F!Mc

Cw: mentions of pregnancy, suggestive language, implications of sex w/ the brothers, pre-established relationships with the brothers, spoilers for lessons 16+

MINORS DNI.

Lucifer

Came to the human world on business with Diavolo and Barbatos.

Diavolo suggested paying Mc a visit since no one had seen you in nearly a year.

Lucifer was excited. He had only been able to talk to you on the phone, but opportunities have been more rare over the past couple months.

They approached the door to your home. Lucifer figured you'd be home- since the last time you spoke you had mentioned you were taking a few weeks off of work.

You opened the door, looking like you hadn't slept properly in weeks, wearing sweats and a loose t-shirt with no bra, which was much different than you would usually dress in the middle of the day...but you were still just as beautiful as you were the last time he had seen you

You squealed and practically jumped into his arms. He hugged you back tightly, littering your head with kisses.

You welcome them in and Lucifer immediately notices the plethora of baby stuff littered around your home. Diapers, burp rags, bottles, etc are EVERYWHERE.

"Mc...what's all this?"

Color drains from your face as you remembered you hadnt told him about your pregnancy, nor the child you now had that was his.

A sharp wail of a baby crying made all three of men widen their eyes.

You sigh and ask them to wait moment before exiting the room, only to return moments later with a swaddled baby that looked to be no more than 7 weeks old.

The baby had bright red eyes, little traces of jet black hair, and small curved horns protruding from the sides of its head. Tiny black feathers trailed behind you as you approached Lucifer.

Diavolo was giddy- he loved babies. Barbatos was surprised, but worried about what the consequences would be of this being hidden for so long.

Lucifer however, remained silent. Staring at the baby in your arms.

"Is that..."

"Yeah... [It's] yours."

Lucifer immediately got up and approached you and the child, reaching out to stroke its tiny cheek with his gloved hand.

He didn't realize humans and demons could procreate, otherwise he would have been much more careful during your heated night of passion 11ish months ago.

After the initial shock wore off, he would be very upset you kept this from him

You would explain that you weren't sure if you had wanted to keep it once you found out at the 4 month mark, and after you gave birth you still weren't sure if you would keep the baby- tossing around the idea of adoption

But three weeks ago it sprouted horns and the teenest traces of wings. Needless to say, you were stuck with it.

But you had already kept it from him for 10 months, and you weren't sure how to tell him.

Lucifer would calm down after hearing your reasoning, and immediately request to have Diavolo move to let you live in Devildom indefinitely.

He would also research lifespans of hybrid babies to see if he should find a way to give you Immortality, like Solomon.

Would absolutely be attentive to you and help you raise the baby however he could.

He would learn everything and become just as protective over the baby as he is toward you.

Would also probably propose shortly after you moved back to Devildom.

Overall a pretty good parent, but you are probably doing a lot of the caretaking during the day while he works.

Mammon

You were staring down adoption papers now that you had finally got the baby to go to sleep when your front door burst open.

"Oi! Mc! Where ya at?!"

Mammon trudged through your living room searching for you, completely oblivious to all of the baby stuff sitting around your flat.

You nearly collided with him as you got up and ran to meet him when he entered the kitchen.

Cue adorable lift and spin embrace. (D'awww)

Mammon would then scold you for not talking to him in damn near 3 weeks

"Why are you ignoring my phone calls?! I heard ya talking to Lucifer last night and I couldn't take it anymore!"

Little did he know that you had only been talking to Lucifer to problem solve your situation and ask how you should tell Mammon. His advice was adoption, so you decided to do that...but then three nights ago the baby sprouted horns and started flying around your apartment.

Lucifer had made plans for you to come back next week to talk through options with Diavolo but I guess Mammon beat you to the chase.

After you remained silent at his question he began to take in his surroundings. He began noticing the plethora of baby stuff, the crib that sat in the corner of the living room, the sound-proof foam that covered your ceiling, the adoption papers the fact that you were wearing only maternity bra and shorts...

"Mc...what...are ya- or, were ya..?"

You knew the gears were turning in his head and the sound of the baby screaming again once more gave him his answer.

He followed right behind you as you rushed to the crib to try to silence the baby's cries.

Mammon gasped when he saw the twisted horns, snowy white hair, bright blue eyes, and bat-like wings of the screaming baby before him.

He would hug you and the baby tight, and cry.

He would ask why you didn't tell him, but he wouldn't be too surprised.

He would immediately take you back with him to Devildom after helping you pack like 3-4 diaper bags (he would carry all of them for you)

He would lose it when Lucifer tells him the best option for both of you is adoption by demon parents.

He would fuss until he found out you agreed.

It would take a long ass time to find parents who seemed competent and had no ill intentions though- and Mammon found problems with every potential couple you found.

Eventually you would give up and raise the baby together.

You obvs would move back to Devildom

Mammon is surprisingly a really good dad and eager to learn EVERYTHING and has a really good bond with the baby.

Leviathan

Levi and the rest of his brothers came to visit you- you planned it perfectly around your maternity leave and had a full proof plan to tell him about the baby

What you didn't expect was the brothers arriving a day early to surprise you.

You answered the door while you were breast feeding, as you were expecting a friend to come help you clean up a bit.

Well, cue your shock to be fact to face with the father of your kid.

Levi would see the small purple hairs sprouting from its head, the long snake-like tail wrapped firmly around your arm, and the twig-shaped horns just starting to pop out of its skull and would immediately faint.

All the other brothers would be shocked as well. They never thought Levi would build up the courage to make any sort of move on you.

Once he came to your would explain the situation to him and his brothers.

He is terrified of the idea of being a parent, but he warms up to the thought of it once the baby wraps its tail around him and gurgles happily.

"Do you want to hold [it]?"

"C-can I? ...but what if I drop [it]?!"

You would help settle the baby in his arms to reassure him that he won't drop it.

Once he's holding the baby, good luck getting it back.

The brothers would have to pry it out of his arms in order to get a turn.

He is very giddy and excited when you tell him you want to keep it.

He would beg Lucifer to have you move back.

Though, you would stay in separate rooms for the first week or two.

Not because he doesn't want you or the baby in his room, but because he plans on surprising you!

He and Lucifer budgeted and hired contractors to completely renovate his room.

His on-brand Otaku aesthetic would still be there, but it will be much less of a baby death-trap, and there would be many new things added for the baby and for you!

Overall a decent parent, though you do have to fight with him over the compulsive video game playing sometimes.

Satan

Satan would probably have decided to Video call you rather than go on a spontaneous visit. He would also probably find out the fastest for this reason

He would catch onto your excuses to not video chat for two whole weeks and would have enough of it, demanding you video chat with him to find out what you're hiding.

He honestly had thought you were cheating on him.

He did NOT expect to be greeted on the call by you holding a blonde demon baby with horns that matched his and a bubble-wrapped tail (obv due to how sharp it is. You def got some scars from it whipping you a few times)

He would be awestruck and probably not even be able to find any words

You would def have to explain to him why you kept this hidden, and he probably wouldn't forgive you right off the bat.

"I have to admit though...[it] is pretty cute."

"Just like [its] dad."

He would ask how you would like to approach raisint the baby rather than assuming you'd just want to drop everything and move to Devildom indefinitely.

He would be glad when you say you do want to come live with him.

He would immediately go shopping for parenting books, as well as various kids books and maintaining romantic relationship books (because he absolutely wants to be a better partner to you, particularly since you had felt scared tell him about this)

He would probably move to baby proof your old room and make that your permanent living quarters with him...his room is pretty much unsalvagable lol

He would immediately forgive you for not telling him about the baby once he holds it for the first time.

He is VERY protective of both of you, and will helicopter over every brother who takes turns holding it, and immediately intervene when they overwhelm you or try to bother you when you're finally able to get some rest.

He would develop a shit-eating grin every time the baby spits up on Lucifer.

Asmo

Asmo came to the human world to surprise you with a bunch of gifts (including himself, dressed to the nines) with Solomon's help.

He hadn't seen you outside of the tiny box of his phone in so long, and hadnt really even been able to talk to you at all in about 4 weeks because you noted you were too busy - though he was so excited to see your beautiful smiling face again.

However, he was greeted by a very exhausted, disheveled, and irritable version of you.

Literally looking like you hadn't slept in weeks with how dark the circles under your eyes were, and like you hadn't changed your clothes in at least a couple days.

"Darling you look so awful! What hap-"

*cue screaming baby and a deep annoyed sigh from you.*

You invite the two in and they see that your home matches your disheveled state.

The minute you pick up the baby it stops crying. You give a half-assed explanation, not having the energy to explain the situation further, and noted the Baby demands so much attention you barely can attend to anything other than going to the bathroom and taking short naps while the baby sleeps.

Asmo feels very guilty for not being here to help you. He isn't mad that you hid this from him- he was sure you were probably worried about ruining his reputation as the heartthrob of devildom.

He didn't care about that as much as you- and now this lovely miniature version of him- though.

He offers to hold the baby and give it attention while you get rest. You give him a summary of what each cry means, how to change a diaper, and to wake you up if it needs to eat.

While you slept, Asmo gushed to Solomon about how much the demon looked like him- from the tall twisted horns, the four delicate wings, piercing coral-colored eyes, and the heart-shaped birth marks on its shoulders.

The baby was quiet as long as Asmo held it, and he definitely got a good photoshoot in to post on Devilgram with Solomon's help.

Once you got a few hours of rest and the baby became restless for some nourishment, they woke you up to breast feed and discuss what the next steps were.

Asmo refused to take no for an answer when you noted you were worried about how his fans would react to him having a baby-mamma. He was determined to have you live in with him.

He would get the brothers to help you move while he, Solomon, and the baby go on a shopping spree.

He would absolutely get matching outfits for the three of you, and would get only the best brands of care items for the baby.

He would also treat you to a spa day, taking the baby while you got your nails done, a massage, and a hair cut.

He would definitely get his own attention needs met by the baby, while the baby got its excessive attention needs met by him.

Parenting DEFINITELY became easier with his help. The baby certainly was his without a doubt with how needy it was lol.

Beelzebub

He had planned a trip to the Human world with Lucifer to come visit you since they hadn't seen you in quite a long time.

He liked being able to talk to you on the phone nearly every day, but he missed being able to hug you and take in the sweet scent of your perfume.

As they approached your door, he immediately knew something was up. There was an unusual smell coming from your home.

After you invited them in he saw the bottle you were shaking in your hand and immediately recognized the smell from when he was a baby- even though it was many, many years ago.

It was breast milk.

He nearly pushed past you in excitement to enter the room where he knew the baby would be.

Though he was still shocked when he saw the tiny red-headed being. Its face was quite chubby as it cooed at you to bring it another bottle.

"Mc...that...that baby looks just like me!"

"Well, I'd hope so. [Its] yours, after all."

Beel nearly fainted as the delight completely consumed him.

He begged you to let him feed it, and I mean...you weren't going to argue if your arms finally got a break from holding both the baby and the bottle.

Not only did it look like Beel, but it absolutely had his hunger.

Beel was absolutely glowing, giddily rocking the baby as he fed it. He had completely ignored the fact you hadn't told him about it yet, figuring you had your reasons and all that mattered was that he was here with it- and you- now.

He gushed about how they had the same wing pattern, as well as the same horns and body markings. He felt so connected to the baby and he hadn't even been here 5 minutes.

You questioned why you had been worried about telling him at all.

You chatted with Lucifer about potentially moving to Devildom and he assured you he'd figure out the logistics.

Beel was excited to have you stay with him and Belphie, getting Lucifer to arrange for renovations on their room to accommodate two more individuals in addition to him and Belphie.

Once you all actually moved in, he was very protective of the baby, only letting the brothers have limited holding time (with the exception of Belphie of course)

He always offers to feed it for you- especially after seeing how exhausted you would get holding it and having it latch onto your breasts all the time.

He would be a pro at mixing formula and would absolutely massage your shoulders while you pumped.

He is ELATED to be a dad, and he's even more happy that he gets to be a parent along side you.

Belphie

Absolutely another one who would just try to video chat with you instead of trying to make a trip to the human world.

Mehhh... loved you, but his bed was calling to him.

He would be half awake while he talked to you, but he was happy to hear your voice and see your smiling face.

"Hey Belph, I have something kind of important to tell you..."

His attention would perk up at your worried tone and he would wake up a little more, giving you his undivided attention.

You hesitated before turning the camera view around and revealing a tiny creature with dark hair, similar horns to his, dark splotches covering its body, and a long tail with a disheveled floof on the end of it, curled up in a crib.

Belphie is shocked, so much so that he's sort of in denial.

"What...what is that."

"Belphie, its our child."

"No...that can't be..."

Belphie would probably not know how to react and would probably say something mean unintentionally.

He would apologize though.

Probably not too hurt that you didn't tell him...after all, he did try to kill you at one point, so it was probably fair that you didn't want to tell him that he was your baby daddy.

Once he sees you in person though, he would be much more attentive and back to his soft and snugly self.

He would be VERY worried about hurting the baby, so he probably wouldn't want to hold it for a long time.

It will take lots of reassurance to get him to hold the baby...but once he does he will never want to let it go.

Belphie is a very protective parent, often only letting Beel get any alone time with it. He would probably growl if any of the other brothers got near it until you convince him its fine.

His cow pillow? Yeah, that's now exclusively for the baby. He'll get another one though.

Def takes naps next to the baby all the time, and will often help change diapers without question.

Though you probably would be the one doing most of the feeding- primarily because both of them have fallen asleep during feeding time.

Over all, a baby with Belphie would be a piece of cake. It tends to sleep a lot and isn't too fussy, so you both still get lots of alone time to recharge.

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[harrysmimi]

Paper Rings

Synopsis: Harry proposes his girlfriend, but of course he needs permission from their daughter to marry her mum.

Ps: this is the first ever Harry Oneshot I wrote. Idk, I'm sorry if this sucks. Hehe.

YN and Harry have been together for almost about three years now. They had a little baby girl together. They named Lilly.

Whilst Lilly wasn't planned— nothing goes according to plan in this world any way— YN and Harry couldn't be happier.

The couple didn't lived together when they found out about their pregnancy. Working corporate jobs could get them to just somewhere. It was difficult, but nothing seemed impossible really. YN still lived with her parents— they didn't mind her living with them, YN was still studying for her law degree and it was hard enough for her to pay for her tuition fees so they let her stay with them— but her and Harry moved in together with in two months. They rented a small two bedroom flat, turned the other room into a nursery.

Harry couldn't be happier. He had a lovely girlfriend and an adorable daughter of his own now. He was so in love with his girls, it actually hurted. Harry recently got promoted at work which meant a raise. It made their lives a little more easier. Even YN got a job at a law firm after she graduated, she worked part-time but it was just enough.

Today he was dreading to go back home to his loves early for two reasons. He had a surprise for his girlfriend he was planning for months now, and his little princess was a tiny bit sick. YN did took her to doctors immediately in the afternoon and said she was doing fine now and she just have a mild fever. But he wanted to go back home and cuddle her and smother her sickness away with loads of kisses.

Harry couldn't believe she was six months old already. It still feels like it was yesterday when he brought his girls back home from the hospital.

When he got back home early, he saw his girls passed out on the sofa. Lilly tucked away with her face rested on her Mummy's chest and her small fist clutching at the fabric of YN's shirt. YN had her arms wrapped around her so she wouldn't fall. Both of them looked very comfy there. There was also a small ring made of paper on Lilly's pointer finger and YN's finger as well, he noticed a paper tiara laying on the coffee table. He guessed they had a decently fun day but all the crinkled up paper and mess around the house did help justify it. But, Harry wanted to join his girls so bad, he'd like a little afternoon nap too, but there wasn't any room for him. He wouldn't admit but he was jealous of his girlfriend for being the favourite parent. He wouldn't be surprised if her first word is Mumma or Mummy.

Harry locked the door and went to get changed and freshen up first before he went ahead woke his girlfriend for lunch. He brought take out from her favourite restaurant. There was nothing made for lunch when he checked, he proud of himself for bringing food. They cooked at home because it was healthier and more affordable for them. YN hated to eat out anyway, she had a weird thing where she thought the kitchens at these restaurants weren't clean and hygienic enough. Well, it wasn't her fault, she worked at a restaurant as waitress before and the kitchen there was just horrible and that restaurant eventually ended being shut down by the authorities.

"Hey, baby. I'm home." He whispered to his girlfriend and planted a soft kiss on her cheek to wake her up. He didn't know if she had eaten anything yet, she still breast feeding their daughter and he can tell it can be pretty tiring. She almost fainted the other because she wasn't eating well with all the work load and looking after Lilly the entire day when he wasn't home. Since that day he has been making sure she ate well himself.

YN never really let Harry do any house chores or help her around. He wouldn't lie he was getting used to it but he felt guilty for being helpful enough. His girlfriend grew up in the same environment. Her own mother is a house wife. YN have four brothers— she was the youngest. And it was just her dad working and providing for their family. A true Indian traditional family they were. Harry was surprised when YN told them about her being pregnant and got a very chill reaction from them. They even let her move in with him before marriage— keeping in mind that they didn't liked Harry for multiple reasons, two obvious reasons would be the tattoos on his arms and other one that he was older than YN. YN was just twenty-two and Harry was thirty when they started dating. But they let slide because YN wouldn't get ready to get married, she was just very focused on her degree. And well, it was kind of pushed to the back, the topic of them getting married, because they had things to prepare for their baby.

Harry smiled watching a surprised look on his girlfriend. She was still in her slumber and wasn't expecting him to home home before lunch.

"Hey, you're home early!" She said in quite voice.

"Yeah, I'm home early." He gave a real kiss on her lips now, and planted a small kiss on Lilly's forehead. She was unbothered, fast asleep.

"Took half the off, I heard she was being fussy on the call didn't wanted you to be alone." He explained why he was home early.

"Awh Harry! I love you!" YN cooed. She was so relieved that Harry was home early. Yes, Lilly was being a little fussy and YN had to take a day off completely from work. It was very overwhelming for YN because it was the first time Lilly was this sick, it was pretty hard to put her for a nap. She constantly wanted be on her Mummy.

"I love you too darling." Harry cooed back, "give her to me and freshen up if you want or we'll just have lunch."

"Please don't put her down, she won't sleep in her cot." YN told him.

"I won't." Harry assured her and scooped up his princess in his arms, her face contorted a little but she relaxed again once he started patting her back.

....................................................................

After lunch, Lilly was up from her afternoon slumber. She slept a little too long because of her medications but she was doing much more well. She was being herself and giggling and entertaining her parents with her baby antiques. They moved to their bedroom now all cuddled up on their bed. Harry put on the paper tiara on Lilly's head which was laying on the coffee table. She surprisingly kept it on. She was sat on her Mummy's tummy with her legs spread out and back resting on her thighs, she wasn't still quite able to sit up on her own yet, but she could balance for five whole seconds without any support then she'd fall back or to her side.

"Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream. Merrily merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream." YN sang as she moved Lilly's arms in made up dance moves. She must have found it hilarious because YN earned a laugh from her.

"She really liked that song, doesn't she?" Harry said admiring his little princess.

"Oh she's also being doing this a lot lately. Let us show you." YN got a little excited.

"Lilly, If you're happy and you know it, say woo-woo." YN sang.

Harry's face lit up when his baby really said woo-woo. Her dimples dented her cheeks and she smiled wide. YN sang that line again and she did it again now wiggling side to side.

"If you're happy and you know it, then your face will surely show it. If you're happy and you know it, say woo-woo."

And Lilly did it again!

"Yay!" Harry cheered. Lilly shied away behind her little fists. That never failed to melt Harry's heart and make him all soft. God he loves his little family!

"Do you want to come to Papa?" He asked, he hadn't been able to hold her since she woke up because she just wanted her mum. Lilly happily leaned over to him. Harry scooped her up and sat her down on his tummy. And pushed away her fringes from her face and flattened them down.

"What do you want for dinner?" YN asked.

"I am going to cook tonight baby. You just relax." He told her.

"No, Harry you just—"

"It's fine. Let me cook, yeah? It's been a long time since I made you something." He said.

"Okay." YN agreed finally.

"How does veggie stew sound?" He suggested.

"It sounds perfect." YN smiled. Harry was really good at making his stews. He played with his daughter for a while before he got to cooking.

He made his stews almost every time (a new recipe every time of course!) when he had YN over at his flat for their at home date nights or when she'd come over to stay for weekends. He'd really kick his roommate— Niall— out for the weekends. Harry said he didn't kicked him out and Niall just joked about it every time he saw YN before leaving to stay over at his girlfriend's. YN doubted it was true. Harry was— still is— very romantic type, like, he took YN out on all these nice dates. They did something fun almost every time, like going to museums or art exhibitions, or taking a train to Paris and roam around there for the day. That was where he asked her to be his girlfriend just two months after they started dating, he made that very special.

YN and Harry got along very well very soon. YN was more and chill and prefered to stay home most of the time. But she'd go out if asked but she'd never make plans to go out on her own unless she really needs to. She did her part in their relationship too, she didn't let Harry pay the bill every time (which was very rarely) they went out to eat. Her love language was very different than his own. He always felt so loved and adored and taken care of around her. Whilst she was very subtle with it, or at least it was something which was just between them both, she still loved him to bits.

YN was and still is very shy around people other than her own parents and Harry of course. It kind of three people off when her and Harry went to his office parties or just family gathering in general. She always kept to herself most of the time. Especially Harry's family found her very strange, they'd ask him if he was really happy with her, which was one; very rude and, two; none of their business. YN was totally different person in the comfort of Harry's old flat and now their own flat. She was more open and bubbly purely because there was no fear of judgement with just Harry around. He love her little antiques (he now sees that Lilly was turning out to be more like her Mummy as to how much time she spends with her). Harry admired how she really put effort into making his life so much more easier. She'd cook him all three meals on weekends when they didn't together yet, she'd do his all week's laundry without saying anything. She's just want to sit down and talk about his week at work and talk about her own week, completely putting away her work and phone aside. Considering how much she was spoilt by her parents and all four of her brothers because she was the youngest, she wasn't bratty at all, and instead turned out to be very grounded and polite.

Harry first met her when he went to see Gemma at her work for lunch one day— his sister was a lawyer where YN was doing her internship and training. It was more of love-at-first-meeting for Harry. He asked shit tons of questions to Gemma about her, her and YN got a long very well and were and still are very good friends. At first they kept their rendezvous a secret on Harry's request for a while from Gemma. She wasn't surprised when the couple officially told her, and never found it weird that her brother was dating an intern at her law firm. She was very chill and supportive. Just because of how amazing and sweet YN really is. Even his mum liked YN the first time she met her.

Harry could go on and on about amazing his lovely girlfriend that he's got.

It was just perfect!

He was so grateful for everything she does. She made him a father! There is nothing else he can ask from her now. He was just deeply in love with this girl. Everything was just very special with YN, and now Lilly joining their lives, even if it meant a quiet night after Lilly was asleep, they'd cuddle up on their bed and watch a movie on laptop with earphones plugged in to not disturb Lilly. Or even if it just meant a little good night kiss and straight up going to bed. Harry cherrished every one of those moments.

Harry really saw himself living the rest of his life with this woman. Maybe have more kinds and grow their family even more... It's just been almost three years with her, he have honestly never went that far in a relationship. He'd had a pretty bad luck when it came to romantic relationships, ending up with a pretty hard breakup everytime, until she came along. Considering now he was entering his mid thirties, he was glad he has found his the one now.

He has been planning to propose her! Yeah!

That was a spoiler, but he has been planning to propose her for a couple of months now. His plans were crushed a few times, when he was going to propose to YN she went into labour and it was all thrown out the window. The other time, Lilly was being fussy. The other time they had to go to a surprise family gathering at his cousin's. Whilst he could have proposed her there, he wanted it to be something just between them both. And he was a little too scared to propose her in front of other people, he knows it she wouldn't say no to him, she has been throwing hints at him in the most subtle ways. She was an expert at being subtle. He had bought a ring for her ages ago.

It came out of nowhere. But he was determined to propose her today. But his baby got sick. But she is doing fine now so he still have his chance right?

Now that Lilly was off to bed, YN and Harry decided to have a late night as it was Saturday the next day. They were in living room watching their new favourite TV series. YN, especially, was very invested in this show because it was a 'true crime' series, and that's what her profession was. She was a criminal lawyer. She gave insights to Harry about the charges the criminal would and should be charged. Harry went to make a popcorn as YN ranted about the previous episode and how her firm was handling a similar case.

"You want popcorn, love?" He sat down next to her with the bowl, still hearing her go.

"Thank you." She smiled giving him a kiss on the cheek. "And so we—"

"I am sorry to interrupt." Harry cut her off. "But I've got to tell you something. Or more of; to ask you something." He said.

"Yeah? What is it?" YN was now invested in what he had to say. Oh! On what he had to ask.

She watched him confusedly as he tapped on his sweat pants pocket. His face went pale for a second before he sighed.

Lilly started crying in her room.

There goes his plan out the window again!

YN was quick to rush to her room and get Lilly. She wouldn't go back to sleep now. She was too energetic, so she stayed up with her parents now. She started smiling and talking her baby gibberish once out in living room. Harry couldn't be mad at that lovely face!

He guesses he can propose to her mum in front of her. He can also get her approval as well, just like he got approval and blessings from YN's parents! He hopes Lilly wouldn't say no to him to marry her mum.

"What did you wanted to say Hazza?" YN asked bouncing Lilly on her lap. He smiled at the little girl before looking up at YN.

"I—" he paused and got down of the sofa and sat down on rug on both his knees. "I planned it wanting to be a little bit different. But it isn't going to happen I see here." He booped Lilly's nose with his pointer finger and she shied away giggling.

"I don't know what to say... I mean, I don't know how to say this. I have procrastinated to draft a speech in my head. But no words can really manage to express how much I love you—" he paused realising his words, "Wow! That was cheesy." YN chuckled at that. YN knew what he was doing right away. She was just very good at putting up a neutral face now, she didn't wanted to ruin his little surprise. Inside, she was screaming and crying. Her heart was already racing. It was ever worse than her first hearing at court for her first ever solo case, she thought she was gonna pass out.

"But it is true. And I love you as well. So much!" He looked at Lilly's once. "I'll straight up get to the question baby. Look, I love you— I already said that— and I want marry you and spend the rest of my life with you. So, will you please marry me YN?"

Harry swore he saw a sheen of tears pooling up in her eyes, she had her lip tucked between her teeth and she stared at him for a few seconds. He let that sink that in her mind, he knows it was a lot, it was a lot for him too.

"Yes!" She said nodding her head all excited. "Yes, of course I will marry you Harry!"

"Yeah? I love you so much!" He took out the ring from his pocket and slid it on her ring finger.

"I love you so much too Hazza!" She reciprocated. Harry leaned up to plant a sweet on her lips.

His own eyes were teary. He looked down at his daughter looking curious, yet she had the biggest smile on her face.

"What you say Princess, am I allowed to marry your Mumma? Do I get your approval?" He asked holding her tiny hand in his.

"Mumumum.."

DID SHE JUST TRIED TO REPEAT HIS WORDS?!

YN was even more surprised. Harry sighed dramatically. She almost said Mummy or Mumma! Well, it was just her baby gibberish but YN was happy she said that.

"Looks like I have your approval as well then." He concluded her gibberish, and planted a kiss on her head as well. He noticed her admiring starr watching him interract with their daughter.

"Do you like the ring?" He asked.

Harry wouldn't lied, he was a little self-conscious of the ring. It was pretty small but that's what he could save up for and afford. Just a simple silver band, with a round diamond in middle and swirls on the either sides of it with two diamonds placed on the rounds of the swirls. He thought of YN the moment he saw that ring. He had a little story behind how he saw the ring.

YN took a good look at the ring. By the look on her face she looked even happier to finally look at how the ring actually looked like. Lilly was intrigued by the shiny metal and stones that she grabbed her Mummy's hand and put the ring in her mouth making her parents laugh. YN remove her from Lilly's mouth.

"That's not something you eat baby!" YN said.

"I really, really, really love it Harry! It's perfect!" She sounded very excited about it. It made him soft.

"Yeah? I am glad you love it. It's not what I'd want to put on you but I am still happy you liked it." He told her. He'd rather have a more nicer and bigger diamond for his girl but he'd have to sell his left arm for it. He'd do that but it wouldn't be very practical, he wouldn't be able to wear his wedding ring.

"What do you mean Harry? It's very pretty!" YN said, "you really didn't had to spend this much on it, really, but I appreciate it thank you. I'd be happy even without a ring really."

"You deserve one. Don't say that." He defended.

"You could have proposed me with this—" she picked up the paper ring which she was wearing his Lilly earlier, "—I'd still be happy and say yes to you."

"God, I don't deserve you!" Harry sighed with a full heart.

"You deserve everything, Harry." YN defended. "I mean it. I know things aren't that smooth right now. But you do much for us and our family. You've been there for us every step of the way, you never run away from your responsibilities as a parent. My father never did that, he was just too busy earning for our family, I guess. But... You came back early from work today after I told you Lilly is sick. No matter how tired you are, you still plan so many fun things for us. And I really appreciate that. We really appreciate that. You're best partner and Papa, Harry, really. I'm so lucky to have you. Lilly is so lucky to have you."

"You're gonna me cry now, love." Harry chuckled wiping off his tears. Lilly found it hilarious as she laughed. "Papa is being funny, isn't he Princess?"

"We love you so much Harry." YN added.

"I love you both so much too!" He reciprocated, and gave kisses to his girls. "Can she sleep with us tonight?" He asked.

"Of course, I was gonna say that too." YN said. It would easier to monitor her. It was the first time Lilly have gotten a pretty high fever, it was just that she was very bubbly baby that it didn't show in her behaviour. YN was constantly keeping track on her temperature.

"Let's go to bed now, yeah? We can go out tomorrow if miss bean if feeling fine." He said.

"Yeah." YN nodded.

They were engaged!

#fanfic #fanfiction #harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x you #harry styles x reader #x reader #dadrry

[ppersonna]

my only wish - knj | m

“ santa can you hear me? i have been so good this year. and all i want is one thing. please tell me my true love is here ” - my only wish (this year), britney spears

✹ summary- There are few things you hate most in this world. Hornets, unnecessary fruit pieces in otherwise perfectly good jello, certain shades of orange… But nothing takes the cake more than two simple things. Christmas. And Kim Namjoon. So why did you agree to pretend to be Kim Namjoon’s girlfriend at his family Christmas party? Bah-Humbug.

✹ rating- explicit/18+/nsfw

✹ pairing- kim namjoon x reader

✹ word count- 15.1k OOF

✹ genre- smut, fluff, tiny tiny angst if you squint, enemies to lovers, fake dating au, idiots to lovers, brief mention of YoonMin

✹ warnings- penetrative sex, unprotected sex (dont do it), daddy kink lolol, namjoon has a big dick, oral sex (m/f receiving), cum swallowing, light cum play, dirty talk, light degradation (very light tbh), praise kink, lots of mentions of joon being a beefy boy, masturbation,

✹ a/n- its here!! finally! my contribution to rockin around the christmas tropes. big big big shout out to @ladyartemesia​ @xjoonchildx​ @untaemedqueen​ @underthejoon​ @yeojaa​ @snackhobi​ for being my co collaborators. and a warm shout out to @wwilloww​ and @hobi-gif​ for being some very lovely betas. thank you thank you! i hope you enjoy!

There are few things you hate most in this world. 

 Hornets, unnecessary fruit pieces in otherwise perfectly good jello, certain shades of orange…

 But nothing takes the cake more than two simple things: 

 Christmas. 

 And Kim Namjoon. 

Christmas, in your opinion, is nothing more than a consumerist holiday, anchored on ensuring you’re guilted enough from November 1st to the 25th of December to spend your hard earned money on shit your friends and loved ones won’t even use. It’s a time for people to pretend they love giving and caring, while shoving you out of lines in stores, buying up all the groceries as if it’s the end times, and forcing party after mindless party for “celebration” that ends in seeing your boss drunk and pants-less by the punchbowl. 

 And don’t even start on Kim Namjoon. 

 On paper, he’s your colleague, to put the terms friendly. In reality, he’s your opponent, your adversary. He’s annoying, rude, stuck up, and not to mention a douchebag heartbreaker. He’s everything you hate wrapped in one disgustingly handsome face. 

 The man never misses a chance to steal a case from underneath your nose, rub the praise he receives from your bosses in your face, and look ridiculously delectable in his tight suits that he insists he wears around the office. He absolutely infuriates you. 

 And now, as you sit in the company-wide meeting, your heart sinks as you realize the worst thing about Namjoon—he’s about to get the promotion you’ve been vying for your entire career.

 That position was as good as yours—at least, you had thought.

 That was until lead counsel, Seokjin, stands in front of all the attorneys present and calls out Namjoon’s name, commending him on winning his latest case—the case that you had done the bulk of the work for. Seokjin even tells the rest of the lawyers in the room that Namjoon is “someone to watch” with a glint of pride in his eyes. 

 The smug smile Namjoon sends in your direction as he teasingly nibbles on a pen with his sultry mouth is enough to make you want to tear his eyes out and use them as olives in the martini you sorely needed.

 Namjoon smirks as he walks past you once the meeting ends.

 “Make sure you watch me, baby,” he whispers into your ear. 

 His hand rests on your lower back and you hate how much he aggravates you, and hate even more so that he frustrates you sexually as much as he does intellectually.

 Unfortunately, your body can’t keep up with your mind’s distaste for the elder lawyer. His presence around you makes your blood vessels tighten and your head feel light—nipples prickling against your bra when he winks at you.

 “Asshole,” you whisper under your breath as you pack up your notebook.

 “Oh, ___!” Seokjin calls out just as you’re about to leave the all-glass meeting room.

 Your head suddenly screeches to a very frustrated, sexual halt when you turn to face the lead counsel of your company.

 “Yes, Mr. Kim?”

 “I’ve got a case for you.”

 The smile on his face makes you relax. Maybe he sees your potential. Maybe he’s testing you just as much as he’s testing Namjoon. Maybe you’ll be the “one to watch” and you can rub that right in Namjoon’s perfect, stunning face.

 A thick manila folder slides across the oak table towards you from Seokjin’s hands. The impressive volume of the dossier makes you giddy with anticipation.

 “I know you won’t let me down.”

 You nod, nibbling at your lips, before bowing to your superior and dashing out of the room as fast as your Louboutins can handle.

 It’s not until you sit at your desk, a cramped little cubicle next to Park Jimin, your best friend and paralegal assistant, that you open the folder.

 Your heart sinks as your eyes hurriedly rush over the title page.

 Personal Injury Suit.

 A dejected sigh leaves you as you throw the folder onto your desk and slouch back in your ergonomic office chair.

 “What’s up, pussycat?” Jimin smiles as he rolls his chair over to your side of the cubicle. “Namjoon got you worked up again?”

 You groan as you take off your reading glasses, setting them aside to rub at the burgeoning headache building at your temples. You had momentarily forgotten all about Namjoon in the hurried hope that you’d land a case of significance, something you could finally use to prove yourself.

 Instead, you gained yet another in-and-out, settle outside of court case. Likely some elderly geriatric suing a corporation for too-slippery floors.

 “Another fucking personal injury suit,” you whine as you thrust the folder into the lithe paralegal’s hands.

 He looks over the documents and sucks his teeth.

 “Man, Seokjin really has it out for you.”

 You level a look at your best friend, before nodding and holding your head in your hands.

 “Namjoon is getting all the good cases! He gets the media attention, the litigation deals, everything! It’s like I’m not even given a chance to show what kind of lawyer I can be when I’m stuck with all the nursing home and car accident suits!”

 Jimin bows dutifully, nodding his head as you express your woes.

 “I can do more than just personal injury litigation… and Seokjin knows that! It’s just that Namjoon keeps getting all the air-time!”

 “I know, babe. I know.”

 With one last sigh of disbelief, you take the folder out of Jimin’s hands and sit upright at your desk.

 “Well, I guess if I’m going to be a personal injury lawyer, I’m going to be the best fucking one yet. Let’s get to work.”

 “Yeah! Fighting!” Jimin cheers.

  Namjoon sighs as he listens to his mother blabber on and on through his phone. He leans back in his chair and surveys the wide expanse of his corner office.

 Seokjin gave him this space, an upgrade from the desolate cubicles when he won his last big case, Kim Taehyung, artist v. the city of New York. He can’t help but smirk as he glimpses you from his window, pouring over a case file. He notes the curve of your back in the silk blouse you’re wearing and the way it tucks into your pencil skirt. He wishes he could see the outline of your ass and watch as it sways back and forth when you walk.

 “I just don’t understand why you can’t ever bring anyone home for the holidays!”

 His mother breaks him from his silent reverie of detailing every aspect of your backside.

 “You know your grandmother will not be alive much longer! And all she wants is her only grandson to be happy and in love! And a few grandchildren won’t hurt!”

 “I am her grandchild, Mom.”

 She’s silent for a moment.

 “Well, I wouldn’t mind some grandchildren either.”

 He groans again and presses his fingers to his forehead, a headache bubbling up behind his eyes.

 “Don’t you act like that, young man! You have a big empty house, big car, big life, and no one to share it with. I just want you to be happy.”

 She continues on and Namjoon can’t help but let her words sink in.

 He has it all. Expensive luxury apartment, enormous bed, gorgeous kitchen, money to spend on traveling and enjoying life. Yet he spends most of his time here, stuck in his office. He’s utterly alone, regardless of how many social guests he tries to entertain, horrid dates he attempts to go on. He’s always left alone, and he feels it deep at the very bottom of his heart—the loneliness and desire for a companion.

 “Mom! Mom!” He interrupts her diatribe on the futility of his adult life. “Stop!”

 “Namjoon, I’m just conce-”

 “I’ll bring home my girlfriend for the holidays, okay?”

There’s a stunned silence on the other end.

 “A girlfriend?” she asks, tentatively. “Really?”

 “Yeah,” he breathes, wincing already at the lie he’s spoon-feeding his poor mother—all in the name of getting her off his back. “She’s kind of shy, so I didn’t want to tell you about her yet, but now seems like the best time. I’m... I’m even thinking of proposing.”

 The words come out of Namjoon’s mouth before he can stop them. His mom bursts into screams of delight, and he can tell she’s running to his beloved grandmother to tell her the news.

 “Oh, Namjoon! This is all we’ve ever wanted for you. I’m so proud of you! I can’t wait to meet her! Oh, goodness, I can’t want to tell your father. Goodbye, son! I’ll see you two soon!”

 She hangs up before Namjoon has a chance to even breathe.

 “Fuck.”

 He drops his phone to his wooden desk and grimaces. 

 How the hell is he going to find a fiance in the next 3 days before the holiday break? 

 There’s Jennie, his ex.

 He thinks about it for a moment, before quickly dismissing it. No, much too clingy and possessive. She’d take it to be real, and he’d be stuck with her.

 His last hookup, Jihoo?

 No, too aloof. His mom would never buy that they were a love-sick couple on the brink of engagement.

 A crash outside his office startles Namjoon, making him stand and exit the large corner suite.

 The commotion is coming from your cubicle, where he can see you’re struggling to use the decrepit computer. The crash must have been from you slamming the keyboard to the desk, causing the individual keys to pop off the board.

 “Shit! Jimin, help me put this keyboard back together!” 

 You shimmy out of your chair and onto your knees, an excellent sight for Namjoon if he wasn’t so concerned about your well-being.

 The paralegal is standing above you, watching as you kneel to gather the pieces of the obliterated keyboard.

 “Oh no, honey. It’s against my personal constitution to be on my knees unless it’s for a handsome man.”

 “God, Jimin, come on.”

 “Hey, it’s not my fault you hulk-smashed the life out of that poor keyboard.”

 Namjoon smirks, turning back into his office and sliding into his desk. He easily opens his MacBook and emails Yoongi in IT, requesting a brand new computer for your desk—no holds barred. He wants the top of the line for you.

 He suddenly has just the person in mind to be his fake fiancée. 

  A brand new, gorgeous computer is at your desk the next day you arrive.  You nearly spill your hot peppermint mocha when you see the sleek machine atop your old plastic desk instead of the broken clunker that was there the day before.

 “What the hell?” You ask Jimin as you set your coffee down gently as if any movement might scare the new computer away. “Did you order this?”

 “I love you, but I would never order you something this nice.” 

 You can’t help but roll your eyes as you sit down to marvel at the modern machinery. At least Jimin is honest.

 “Maybe I’ll call Yoongi and ask him where it came from,” you wonder aloud, hand hovering over your phone.

 “YOONGI?” Jimin screeches, eyes suddenly wide and crazed.

 “Yeah? The IT guy?”

 “I know who Yoongi is, you dumbass! Here, let me call him! I’m your assistant!”

 He scrambles to grab the phone out of your hand.

 “You literally refuse to do anything I ask.”

 Jimin smiles cherubically, completely ignoring your confusion. He’s suddenly the picture of a model employee.

 “Don’t you worry! I’ll be right on it!”

 He hops from your desk with your cell phone gripped tight, and saunters away to a secluded area out of your eyesight.

 “What the fuck is going on today?” You ask out loud, settling into your chair and unloading your bag of files.

 “How's the new computer?”

 The sudden intruder makes you jump, nearly spilling your coffee, yet again.

 “Fuck!” You shriek as you attempt to right yourself and the dangerously hot liquid sloshing in the paper cup. “You scared me!”

 The chuckle that comes from behind you makes your stomach flip. You know that laugh. You could recognize that laugh a hundred miles away, in a hurricane, with headphones on.

 That laugh is the sultry demon himself, Kim Namjoon.

 “I—How did you know about my computer?”

 Namjoon takes a knee, bringing his face to your level in your chair. He’s close to you, so dangerously close. You can smell the Giorgio Armani cologne applied to his pressure points—the heat of his skin warming the scent and mingling with his own subtleties. Your eyes nearly roll back in your head. He smells so comforting—like a home you never knew you were missing until he arrived.  

 “I saw it when I walked in this morning.” 

 He breaks you from your daydreaming of warm, firm hands caressing your body and you’re thrown headfirst back into reality—the reality where you can’t stand the man mere inches from you.

 You push back from where you are and stand, eager to get away from Namjoon’s sudden interest in close proximity. He smirks and rises from his spot, pocketing his hands in his tight cream suit.

 “Care to join me in my office for some coffee?” He asks.

 His office. The one he scored after he won the Kim Taehyung case. The bitter betrayal still lingers in your mouth. 

 For the longest time, you had been equal in every sense; both living in the dingy cubicles with the computers long-destined for retirement. Then, Seokjin awarded him with the corner office, the one with the view of the entire city. You’d never forgiven either of them.

 “I have my own coffee.”

 Namjoon smirks as he eyes your paper cup, clearly a quick grab from the 7-Eleven around the corner.

 “Looks fancy.”

 You purse your lips and clutch your coffee even closer.

 “Please,” he asks again. “I need to talk to you. It’s important.”

 Namjoon’s face loses its snark, and you’re curious about what could cause the man to become so serious.

 “Fine.”

 You motion with your arm towards his office, encouraging him to walk ahead. He smirks again, ah—there’s that smirk, before he turns and heads into the gorgeous corner room.

 He lingers by the door as you enter, waiting until you’ve crossed the threshold to close the door behind you. It surprises you. Something about being in a closed room with Namjoon sets you on edge. You can nearly imagine the man bending you over that fine oak desk, hiking your skirt up and spanking your ass until it’s red.

 “Coffee?” He asks as he moves towards the in-office espresso machine.

 “Are you fucking kidding me? You have a Nespresso in your office?” 

 All desperate and wanton thoughts of Namjoon sliding into you leave once you see the stainless steel contraption in the room's corner. Of course he has a $500 coffee machine in his office. He has everything you want.

 “You like it?” His question is cocky. He already knows the answer.

 “Fuck off.”

 Namjoon grins and turns the machine on, pulling out two mugs while you sip your now lukewarm coffee. It suddenly tastes disgusting.

 “So, what’s the deal, Namjoon?” You ask as he rests against the wall and waits for the coffee to brew. “You said it was important.”

 Namjoon nods, a more reserved look taking the place of his usual cocky grin on his face. His gaze turns down to his shiny dress shoes.

 “I need a favor.”

 “No.” Your answer is quick.

 Namjoon looks up at you in surprise.

 “You haven’t even heard it yet!”

 “Yeah, well…,” you huff. “I’m not interested in helping you.”

 Namjoon leaves his post by his elaborate coffee maker, forgetting about the piping-hot liquid drizzling into white mugs, as he stands in front of you. There’s that fucking cologne again. Why does he have to smell so good?

 “You’ve got to help me. Please.”

 His sudden closeness to you sets your brain off—your steely resolve begins to crumble.

 “Fine, I’ll bite. What is it?”

 His face lights up again. God, he has such a handsome mouth.

 “I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend for my family Christmas party.”

 If you hadn’t had such a good grip on the convenience store cup of coffee, it’d surely drop from your clutch and splatter on the expensive carpet of Namjoon’s office.

 Your eyes widen, and your mouth falls agape.

 “You—You what?!”

 Namjoon sighs and lowers his voice.

 “Look, I…” he struggles. “I told my mom I have a girlfriend, so she’d get off my back about it.”

 “And why am I suddenly your best option for that?!” 

 You step away from the man, determined to clear your mind as the scenario weaves its way through your head. 

 Namjoon’s girlfriend. He wants you to be his girlfriend.

 Well, his fake girlfriend.

 He would hold your hand. He would kiss you. He would touch your body in ways you convince yourself you don’t think of often. 

 “You’re the only girl I know who’s got a good enough poker face to go along with it. And honestly… you’re the only girl I really know well enough.”

 His last admission shocks you. Namjoon seems like the womanizing type—one to bring a different girl home every night.

 “That doesn’t explain why the fuck I would want to help you.”

 Namjoon steps back and moves towards the coffee machine again.

 “If you help me, I’ll take all your shitty cases that Jin is giving you.”

 Your eyes narrow at the tall man. It seems too good to be true.

 “How d'you know about them?”

 Namjoon shrugs and grabs a mug full of freshly brewed expensive coffee.

 “I can hear you complain to Jimin about it every day.”

 You grumble under your breath, sucking on your teeth as you try to process the terms of Namjoon’s deal.

 “So you want me to be your fake girlfriend for your family…” you muse.

 “Yes,” he agrees. “And I’ll do all your worst cases for the next 2 months. I’ll even give you my next big one. I know you want that.”

 God, he’s right. That’s all you want. A chance to prove yourself to Seokjin, to the company.

 With an aggravated sigh, you relent. 

 “Fine! But it better be a good fucking case. And, I’m using your coffee maker every morning.”

 Namjoon can’t help but chuckle, loving the fire in your voice. 

 “Deal?” He murmurs.

 He holds out his hand to shake on it, and it takes you by surprise how warm and soft his large hands are once you slide your own into his grip.  

 “Deal.”

 Jimin is not going to let you live this one down.

  Jimin doesn’t let you live it down.

 He’s sitting on your couch, legs crossed underneath him as he hoists his wine glass filled to the brim. He holds it away from his body as he shakes with laughter.

 “You’re telling me,” he wheezes. “That you agreed to be Namjoon’s fake Christmas girlfriend? You hate that man!”

 Flopping into the couch beside him, you sigh.

 “Yeah, well, it was my only option. He made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.”

 “Okay, Godfather,” Jimin snickers. “Lord knows you still want to bone that man, anyway.”

 “Jimin!” You admonish. “I do not! And that wasn’t the deal!”

 He sips at his red wine with an impish smile. You hate it when Jimin looks at you like that, like he can see behind the lie you’ve so carefully crafted of your hatred for Namjoon.

 “Then tell me, what was the deal?”

 You fiddle with the stem of your own wine glass, sighing.

 “He’s offered to take all our shitty personal injury suits for the next two months. And he’s giving me his next big case.”

 Jimin actually looks surprised—as if he didn’t expect Namjoon to provide a deal so worth the cost.

 “Wow,” he breathes.

 You nod in reply, taking a large gulp of the pinot grigio in your glass.

 “You’re still going to fuck him though, I know it,” Jimin adds.

 You splutter your wine from your mouth, hand reaching over to gently slap Jimin on his taut abdomen.

 “Shut up!” You cry.

 Jimin looks proud of himself, sipping his red wine gleefully while he settles further into your couch. Wine nights with Jimin is the highlight of your weeks. Together, you bitch over cases, coworkers, dating struggles, and eat too much cheese and cured meats and nurse a hangover the following day with brunch.

 “Hey,” you say to Jimin as you set your wine down on the coffee table. “Did you ever talk to Yoongi?”

 Jimin’s cheeks immediately turn a shade of rouge.

 “Yoongi? Yoongi who?”

 “Oh my god,” you groan. “Yoongi from IT. You stole my phone to call him today? To ask about my new computer?”

 Jimin swallows a large swig of his wine.

 “Oh. Yes, I did.”

 “And?” You encourage the blonde to answer further.

 “And he’s doing well,” Jimin replies demurely.

 “Jimin!” You huff. “The computer?!”

 Jimin makes an ‘O’ shape with his mouth and bites his lip.

 “I… might have forgotten to ask.”

 Your mouth drops open.

 “You literally stole my phone out of my hands to call him! What did you talk about?!”

 There’s his blush again. The shade of pink on Jimin’s cheeks would be adorable if you weren’t so flabbergasted by his answers.

 “I have a date tomorrow night.” He takes another sip as you let the reply sink in.

 “Oh. My. God.” You gasp, a smile now overtaking your features. “You have a crush on Min Yoongi!”

 Jimin sets his wine glass down next to yours and turns to you.

 “I had no idea if he was into me! But when I called, I totally forgot why I was calling him and we sort of just… started talking and next thing I know, he’s asking me out to dinner tomorrow night.”

 You playfully slap at Jimin’s thigh.

 “You little slut—using my phone to get yourself a date. On company time!”

 Jimin sticks his tongue out at you, before grabbing a pillow and slapping you with the overstuffed cushion.

 “At least I didn’t agree to be his fake girlfriend!”

  It’s the sound of your phone ringing at 7:32 am that wakes you from your spot on the couch, wine glass still clutched in your hand.

 “What the fuck?” You grumble, eyes blearily seeking the offending object disturbing your sleep.

 Jimin grumbles next to you, kicking at your foot as if it will stop the phone from ringing.  

“Stop,” he whines and cuddles into his fetal position. “Turn it ooooff.”

 You locate your cell phone and groan as you recognize the name on the caller ID. Namjoon. What the fuck could he possibly be calling for? And why did he have to call at seven in the goddamn morning? 

 “What do you want?” You snap as you hold the phone to your cheek and throw yourself back onto the couch.

 “Well, good morning to you, sunshine.”

 Namjoon’s voice, as sexy and sultry as it sounds, still aggravates you.

 “Why are you calling me? It’s Saturday. Its seven am.”

 Namjoon chuckles and you fight the shiver that works through your spine at the sound.

 “I tend to keep human hours on the weekend.”

 You can’t hold back the sarcastic guffaw that escapes you.  

 “Okay, Mr. Perfect,” you sigh. “That doesn’t explain calling me.”

 Jimin kicks at your foot again. 

 “Stop talking,” he grumbles.

 God, Jimin is such a diva when he’s hungover.

 “Meet me at the cafe on First Street,” Namjoon says casually. “I’ll tell you when you get here.”

 “Right now?!” You ask, incredulous.

 “I’m literally already here. Hurry before your coffee gets cold.”

 You let out a whine that could rival a 5-year-old’s temper tantrum.

 “Fuck you. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

 There’s no care about your phone when you end the call and throw it to the floor.  Jimin grumbles and rubs at his eyes.

 “Why the fuck are you having phone sex with Namjoon so early in the morning?” He asks.

 “Jimin, I swear to God.”

 He wraps himself in the throw blanket and buries his face back into the couch while you stand and retreat to your bedroom to throw on some semblance of appropriate clothing for the occasion.

 “Fucking Namjoon,” you grumble under your breath as you change into jeans and a sweater. “Fuck him and his stupid, sexy face. And his unbelievable ass. And his stupid, probably enormous penis. Man, I hate him.”

 As you’re re-entering the living room and grabbing your important items (keys, wallet, lip gloss just in-case), Jimin pops his head out of his blanket cave.

 “Where are you going?” He asks, suddenly less annoyed and more pathetic. “You’re leaving me?”

 “I have to go meet Namjoon for coffee. I don’t know why, so don’t ask.”

 “You’re really going to let me suffer here? Alone? With no coffee?”

 You spin around to face your best friend, who’s giving you an absolutely soul-crushing pout and puppy eyes.

 “Yes. Call Yoongi.”

 His precious pout is wiped away, and a devious smirk takes its place.

 “Great idea!” He says as he digs around for his phone. “Be careful out there! It’s icy! Wouldn’t want you to slip and fall on Namjoon’s dick.”

 Your only reply is one singular middle finger in Jimin’s direction as you exit your apartment.

  Namjoon can’t help but smile as he sips his warm coffee. The cafe is warm and bright, despite the chill outside. 

 Things feel peaceful. Tender flakes of snow trickle down outside and frost up the shop’s window. There’s something about this time of year that strikes him down to the core. Something cozy, something warm.

 It’s odd to think this will be his first year not celebrating the holiday alone.

 Even if it is... well, fake. 

 The bell over the door chimes an arrival, and Namjoon can tell by the grumbles and grunts and stomps of snowy boots that it’s you.

 “Over here!” He calls, raising a hand and turning to face you.

 Wow, he thinks. You look gorgeous, even without trying.

 You hurry your way over to the booth and plop yourself on the opposite side, immediately lunging for the obvious mug of coffee waiting for you on the table. You don’t waste a minute gulping the liquid down your throat, then spluttering when you realize it’s still hot.

 “I thought you said it was getting cold!” You cry, airing out your burnt tongue. Namjoon can’t help but imagine that tongue sliding up and down his cock.

 Not now. Wrong time and place to get a boner.

 Namjoon smiles as he sips his cappuccino. 

 “I got you a fresh one.”

 You make a face, but your features soften. As if you’re pleased with the idea that Namjoon cared to freshen up your cup.

 “Oh, well--”, you manage. “Thank you.”

 Namjoon doesn’t reply, but merely tips his head. The silence is thick enough to cut with a knife. Normally, you’re both normally so wound up in aggravating the other that a moment of calm is strange, but not unwelcome.

 “So, why the early morning wake up?” You finally ask, fiddling with the handle of the mug.

 Namjoon settles his cup down.

 “We need to get to know each other. Deep shit, you know. The shit that lovers would know about each other.”

 He notices you, watches as you nibble at your lip. You try hard to hide it behind the mug you lift to your lips, but Namjoon notices. 

 “I’m hoping maybe we could spend the day together,” he adds. “I need to get some Christmas gifts for my family and… well, it’s rather lonely doing it on my own.”

 There’s a slight smile at the ends of your lips.

 “And you needed me at seven thirty in the morning to do that?”

 He stifles a laugh.

 “Like I said, I operate at regular human hours. Even on weekends,” he replies.

 With a dramatic sigh, you agree.

 “Fine,” you say. “I’m an open book. Ask me anything.”

 He watches as you settle into the seat of the booth, hands gripping the warm mug like it’s a personal heater. He notices you’re only wearing jeans and a sweater--no properly warm clothing for the snow storm ahead. He’ll have to fix that, and soon.  

 “What are you doing for Christmas?” He asks.

 You level a look.

 “Spending it pretending to be in love with you.”

 Namjoon can’t help but snort a laugh.

 “I meant after that.”

 You shrug as you settle back into the seat.

 “I don’t like Christmas. I don’t do much other than force Jimin to kiss me under the mistletoe and watch shitty movies with a gallon of boxed wine.”

 “Hmm,” he hums. “You’re sort of a Grinch.”

 A scowl comes over your face.

 “I am not! I just don’t buy into this whole ‘prove how much you love me by buying me things’ shit. It’s a big scheme, I tell you! Capitalist propaganda! They encourage you to spend all your money, and if you don’t, they shame and guilt you by telling you you don’t love your family enough.”

 Namjoon can’t help but laugh as you rant. It’s what makes you such a talented lawyer—your ability to feel a passion so deep within you you’re able to convince a stone-faced jury of your side.

 “Don’t laugh at me!” You cry. “I’m serious! My family doesn’t celebrate, I don’t celebrate. I’d rather just buy gifts for my loved ones when I see something they’d like. Why do we have to put a time of year on it?”

 He shrugs and scooches his mug around the carbonate table.

 “I suppose that makes sense,” he muses. “But you’re still a Grinch. And a Scrooge. You’ll definitely get visited by some Ghosts at midnight.”

 “Ha ha,” you snark sarcastically. “Hilarious, Namjoon. Don’t tell me you’re a big festive guy.”

 “Somewhat. It’s my Mom’s favorite holiday. It’s why she’s so bent out of shape about me having a girlfriend. Something about family and love and shit.”

 You nod, understanding him completely. Your own mother, despite her reservations towards the holiday, still makes a fuss over your single status. There must be some Mom code to obsess over your children’s woeful dating life.

 “Well, I say let’s get on with it then. Ready to hit the shops?” He asks.

 You’re mid-sip of your finally cooled coffee and you send a desperate look to the man in front of you.

“Already?!”

 “We’re burning daylight, baby.”

 Namjoon stands and you can’t help but feel a roar of flames in your belly at the pet-name. Your cheeks are surely flaming up and you admonish yourself for getting so peaked about such a trivial name.

 “Please don’t tell me we’re walking,” you murmur as you sneak a peek outside.

 The snow is falling down harder now, and you’re dreadfully underdressed for the weather.

 Namjoon tsks at your lack of outerwear, but then shakes his head.

 “No, we’ll take my Range Rover.”

 You roll your eyes and grimace.

 “Of course. You have a fucking Nespresso machine and a Range Rover. Asshole.”

 Namjoon doesn’t even think about it as he grabs your hand and laces his fingers in between yours. If anyone asked, he’d say it’s practice—to familiarize himself with the way your fingers slot between his own so it’s not such a foreign concept when he does it in front of his family.

 “Yeah, but I’m your asshole now, princess.”

 Christmas shopping with Namjoon is mostly painless.

 Normally, you dread the lines and the crowds and the confusion and the expense.

 But with Namjoon, you relax and banter away with the tall lawyer. You’re completely at ease as you walk through crowded aisles and sort through racks of cashmere sweaters and stacks of fuzzy blankets.

 “Mom will love this, don’t you think?” Namjoon asks, holding up a thick, exquisite looking blanket.

 You’re about to answer with an affirmative when you catch yourself. You don’t even know his mom. You’ve never met the woman. Why does it feel as if Namjoon is someone you’ve known your entire life? 

 Why do things feel so easy with him?

 “Sure, Namjoon,” you reply. “Seems like something most mother’s would be into.”

 He smiles at you. It’s a genuine smile too, one that nearly knocks you on your ass. Your body is sent into overdrive constantly. He holds your hand, he places his hand at the small of your back to guide you through a thick crowd. He calls you baby and princess and doll.

 It’s confusing.

 It’s amazing.

 You can’t tell if you love it or hate it.

 Namjoon pushes the shopping cart and walks beside you, chatting easily about his various aunts and uncles names that you likely must remember at some point but you just can’t think about anything but Namjoon, Namjoon, Namjoon.

 You hate him. He stole that corner office from you. He’s going to take the promotion you want from right under your nose. He has a goddamn Nespresso in his office and a Range Rover. 

 And yet, you can’t help but fall in place next to him and listen to him tell stories of his childhood, weaving tales of uncles who snuck him his first sips of alcohol and aunts who spoil him rotten. He’s easy to listen to, a natural story-teller. Your body feels warm, as if you’re sitting on a large hearth by a roaring fire. He’s comforting.

 It’s infuriating and wonderful all at once. 

 “And that’s when my cousin Jungkook got caught smoking cigarettes. My grandma beat our ass so bad I couldn’t sit for a day.”

 Namjoon finishes his story and turns to look at you. You’ve been staring at the man for nearly a minute straight now.

 “Hey,” his voice is soft. “You listening?”

 You shake out of the trance Namjoon’s deep voice sends you into.

 “Yeah!” You reply with a smirk. “Sounds like this Jungkook is a guy I’d like to meet.”

 Namjoon sucks his teeth and nudges you.

 “Hey, you’re my girlfriend, remember.”

 You stick your tongue out at him playfully.

 “Fake girlfriend. I’m still a single, desirable lady at the end of the day.”

 Namjoon hesitates before answering. He wants to reply something snarky, something sarcastic and witty. But he takes a moment to pause, allows himself to fully immerse himself in you. Even hungover, in yesterday’s jeans and an old sweater, you’re still an absolute catch. You’re the definition of desirable and Namjoon can’t help but allow himself to desire.

 “Hmm, is that what you call it?” He asks, now allowing the sarcasm to permeate his words. “I was thinking you’re more of the spinster, cat-lady type.”

 “Hey!” You pout as you slap at his arm. “I’m allergic to cats!”

 “But you don’t deny being a spinster.”

 “Fuck you, Namjoon.”

 He grins and pushes the carts towards the candle aisle, a sure-fire gift for his aunties.

 “In due time, my love.”

  By the time Christmas Eve arrives, you’ve spent nearly every day with Namjoon. At work, he brings you fresh coffee from his Nespresso and buys you lunch. You’ve even landed his big case, an incredibly complex lawsuit that will showcase your skills. Namjoon gives you pointers and space to talk through the case with him.

Namjoon is, in fact, simply being kind. And it unsettles you.

 Your heart and brain are at war with each other constantly. You should hate him, loathe him. He’s going to nail that promotion regardless of what you prove to Seokjin.

 But your heart tells you he deserves it. He’s an incredible attorney and has earned every ounce of respect. You want Namjoon to get that promotion just to see that smile on his face. He’d do incredible things as Seokjin’s protege to take over the firm.

 You hate to admit it, but Namjoon has melted the ice around your heart. And you’re dreading the day after all this is over, because it will be the day Namjoon stops holding you close and pressing soft kisses to your temple. It will be the day he stops pretending this is all real.

 It’s Christmas Eve and you’re sitting in Namjoon’s expensive Range Rover, plush leather seat toasty from the built-in seat warmer. You can’t help but marvel at the way the oncoming headlights brighten up Namjoon’s features as he drives you down a snowy mountain lane. They always hold the Kim family holiday party at Namjoon’s late grandfather’s cabin in the mountains, a quiet getaway for the family to gather and spend the night together to wake up on Christmas morning and gather around for presents and food.

 Which means waking up to Kim Namjoon.

 It’s something you’ve dreamt of often, but denied yourself any actual possibility of it. Namjoon was always out of reach, and it was easier to hate him for his success he rightfully deserved than it was to admit the feelings that were always inside.

 And now, although it’s artificial, you can’t bear to think of not spending your time with Namjoon anymore.

 You steal a glance again at him, and smile as you hear his faint humming. He loves Christmas music. You learned that early in the week during another early morning coffee and ‘get to know you’ before work. Namjoon couldn’t stop singing Mariah Carey’s classic pop song under his breath as it played over the speakers in the cafe. 

 “It’s so pretty up here,” you muse as you force your vision away from Namjoon’s gorgeous face to the snowy scenery outside. 

 The snow is falling gently, not enough to cause a blizzard but enough to make it seem like you’re trapped in a picturesque snow-globe. Leaving the city and entering the magical forest stirs an emotion inside you you hadn’t felt in some time.

 It’s Christmas Eve and there’s just something magical.

 Ugh. Unbelievable.

 Namjoon has even made you actually enjoy Christmas.

 He nods. “Yeah, it’s my favorite place in the world, I think.”

 “I can see why,” you sigh. “It looks like a painting.”

 Namjoon glances over at you peering through the window. His heart hammers in his chest hard as your glittering eyes bounce around from tree to tree, a pretty smile on your face. The diamond ring in his pocket feels like it weighs a literal ton and he nibbles at his lip.

 He bought it for the showmanship of it all, initially. It was his first purchase he made when he set up this whole rouse.

 But now, it feels real. It feels like he’s really about to get on one knee and ask you, the girl he’s absolutely head over heels for, to marry him.

 And then it will be over.

 He’ll make up some story to tell his mom about how it didn’t work out and you’ll go back to being his coworker, and nothing more.

 Namjoon can’t fight the sinking feeling in his stomach.

 Nothing more.

 He pulls into the driveway before you even have time to realize you’re there. He puts the car in park and smiles over at you. 

 He looks so cute in his puffy winter coat, hair pushed to the side and a smile that’s all dimples and cheeks.

 Fuck.

 “We’re here,” he whispers. “You ready?”

 Suddenly, the nerves of meeting your fake boyfriend’s entire family slap you right in the face. You hope that you’re a good enough actress to get Namjoon through the night and into the morning.

 “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

 He nods and squeezes your hand, an unspoken comforting ‘I got you’.

 Namjoon gathers his wrapped gifts and stacks them all in his arms, ignoring your pleas and giggles to help carry them in.

 “No, no,” he assures. “I have to make sure my mom sees me being manly and helpful.”

 As if on cue, the front door opens and Mrs. Kim is bursting out into the snowy night.

 “Namjoon!” She shrieks, completely overjoyed. The rest of the family is standing by the door, eyeing you carefully with smiles and whispers. You pray to whatever Christmas God that’s listening that you can do this.

 Namjoon sets the pile of gifts down just in time to wrap his delicate and tiny mother in his arms, hugging her tightly while she gleefully buries her face into her tall son’s chest.

 “Oh, my son, I’ve missed you.”

 Namjoon kisses the crown of her head and smiles.

 “Missed you too, eomma.”

 The scene has you misty-eyed and you swipe at your eyes to stop the tears. There’s no way you’re ruining the fantastic makeup you did for the occasion, but the reunion of Namjoon and his mother is heart-warming. He clearly cares for his mother more than he would outwardly admit. 

 Namjoon and his mother unwrap from each other and Namjoon turns towards you.

 “Everyone, this is ____,” he breathes. “My girlfriend.”

 His mother’s gleeful squeals now turn to you, and within an instant she’s gathering you up in just as tight of a hug as she did to her son.

 “Oh, darling, we are so happy to meet you,” she beams.

 The excitement in her voice makes you feel bad—like you’re conning an old woman out of her retirement. You’re instilling a sense of hope in the kind woman, and you can’t help but send Namjoon a look as you wrap your arms around her and return the embrace. His eyes sparkle with something you can’t read.

 “I’m happy to meet you too,” you smile as you pull apart. “Thank you for letting me come.”

 “No thanks necessary,” she admonishes with a wink. “We had to beg Namjoon to bring you. It seems he wants to keep you all to himself.”

 “Eomma!” Namjoon snaps. “Be appropriate!”

 She nudges you with her elbow knowingly, which makes your cheeks flame hot, before she leads the way back into the house.

 “Come in, come in! Let’s get out of this snow.”

 Namjoon encourages you to step inside with a gentle hand at the small of your back—a touch that makes your body light up brighter than a Christmas tree.

 “Thank you,” he whispers in your ear from behind. You can feel the warmth of his lips and your body reacts.

How is it that any simple act makes you desperately horny for the man? You pray for some respite from your sexual frustration over the next day. How are you going to last over 24 hours?

 Namjoon deposits his massive haul of gifts under the tree and returns to your side, wrapping an arm around your shoulders to bring you close. He introduces you to uncles and aunts and cousins. He even introduces you to his infamous cousin, Jungkook, who smirks at you in a way that makes Namjoon pull you in closer to his body.

 “Are you doing okay?” Namjoon finally asks after the rush of relatives greeting you dies down. He turns you towards him, to face him directly with his hands on either of your shoulders. “You’re killing it.”

 You can’t help but smile. Namjoon’s family is all incredibly kind and funny. They welcome you into the family with ease and it chips away a little more each time at your heart.

 Because this is all fake. 

 One day, Namjoon really will have a girlfriend to bring to Christmas and to show off to his relatives and it won’t be you. You’ll be back at your apartment, watching shitty TV re-runs and binging on Chinese takeout, as you do every year. It’s a jab at your heart each time the bitter truth rears its ugly head.

 “Yeah,” you nod. “I’m great.”

 “Look!” Jungkook shouts. “They’re standing under the mistletoe!”

 Namjoon blushes a shade of red that likely matches a blush on your own cheeks. Sure enough, the green branches of the mistletoe taunt you from above. 

 You’ve never kissed Namjoon before. In all the skinship and closeness of the last week, you’ve still yet to close the gap to kissing the man. 

 “Oh, come on Kook, that’s a stupid tradition,” Namjoon murmurs awkwardly, rubbing at the back of his neck.

 Jungkook smirks as he steps up next to you.

 “Well, if you’re not going to do it, I’d be more than happy to take your place.”

 Jungkook wraps a loose arm around you and gives you a charming smile. He must be very popular with the ladies, you think. That’s a charming smile.

 “Hey!” Namjoon grabs for your hand and tugs you out of Jungkook’s predatory gaze. “She’s my girlfriend.”

 Namjoon looks at you for a moment, assessing your comfort level with everything about to take place. His lips look so inviting, so plush and warm. Now that you’re thinking about kissing him, you can’t help but focus on the way his lips pucker so gently and naturally.

 And then it happens. Namjoon lowers his face towards you and it feels as if the world is in slow-motion. It’s happening.

 The first press of his lips is soft and conservative. You take a split second to register, but instinctively you press against his lips with determination and wrap your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss.

 He groans softly as you trail your tongue out to seek purchase in his mouth, and he opens for you without hesitation. His hands grip at your waist and bring your body flush against his. You can feel his cock twitching and rising from the kiss that’s gone from innocent and playful to passionate and deep. It feels like the world around you has stopped and the only thing that matters is Namjoon, his mouth, his body against your own. He tastes like hot chocolate and peppermint, and you want more, more.

 “Oh my god, stop,” Jungkook’s voice shatters your illusion of being all alone with Namjoon. “Now you’re just showing off.”

 Namjoon pulls away from you, eyes dazed as he tries to right himself. 

 “You two are just so perfect for each other,” Namjoon’s mother says, who’s suddenly appeared in Jungkook’s place. “Let me show you your bedroom.”

 “Oh, we’re sharing?” You ask without thought. It’s a large house, with ample bedrooms surely for you to have your own space.

 Namjoon nudges you in the ribs gently, eyes widening and mouthing a ‘what the fuck do you mean?’ 

 “Of course dear, don’t be silly,” his mother replies with an eyebrow waggle and a chuckle. “I remember when your father and I were dating. He would sneak into my room after my parents went to bed and keep me up all night long. Your grandfather would ask me if I had terrible dreams that night, because I looked so tired.”

 Namjoon makes a face. “Eomma, please,” he begs. “Please don’t talk about my parents like that.”

 As his mother guides you down a long hallway, your mind is whirring with too many thoughts of Namjoon, of sharing a bedroom with Namjoon, of seeing his sleeping face and waking up next to him. It’s all too much, too overwhelming. You pray there’s a couch in the room you could sleep on, because you’re far too weak and you’d rather fight the desperation in your body than face the fact that you want nothing more than to curl right into Namjoon’s strong arms and let him hold you all night to sleep.

 Fuck.

 “Here we are!” 

 His mother opens the door with grace, and flicks on the light. The room is beautiful in its simplicity. A king sized bed, a fireplace, and a balcony with a view of the sprawling snowy scene outside. It’s cozy and warm and decorated with its own Christmas tree.

 “Wow,” is all you can muster.

 “Aish, Mom,” Namjoon sighs as he drops his bags. “You didn’t need to do all of this for us.”

 Mrs. Kim holds his hand in both of hers. “Well, I know how special this Christmas is going to be,” she winks. “I want you to enjoy your time here. Now, I’ll leave you two alone for a bit. Dinner is in an hour, so ‘freshen up’!”

Another wink, and Namjoon makes another face. She definitely wants grandchildren, that much is for certain.

 She closes the door behind her and you’re left standing in the room, overnight bag in hand.

 “This is—Wow, this is amazing.”

 You’ve never experienced Christmas like this—with decorations and warmth and family. It’s as if the love of the Kim family permeates the very walls of the expansive cabin, like it’s built into the foundation itself. For a moment, you allow yourself to soak it all in. This is all yours. It’s your Christmas and you finally understand why so many make such a fuss over it. The results are nothing short of remarkable.

 “Yeah, she really does the most,” Namjoon laughs. 

 He takes the bag from your hand without your notice and you step towards the balcony to peer into the night. The landscape looks as if everything has been covered in soft marshmallow. The snow is untouched—picture perfect.

 “I’ve never had anything like this before.”

 Namjoon settles your bag and his on the bed, watching as you soak in your own wonder. The smile on your face is not one he sees often, one of pure joy. Namjoon swallows hard as he realizes he wants to be the one to always put that smile on your face.

 “Not such a Scrooge after all, eh?”

 You turn from the still-life view outside and back to Namjoon, where he stands at the foot of the bed. He looks so different outside the office. He’s wearing skinny jeans and a flannel shirt, his puffy jacket hanging by the door. No cream suit, no slicked back hair or shoes shiny enough to see your reflection. Just simply Namjoon.

 He’s no longer the man who steals the limelight in the office. He’s no longer the man you see as your adversary or your rival.

 He’s the man who’s showing you the magic of Christmas, the spirit of love and kindness that embodies the season.

 He’s the man you’ve fallen in love with.

 And yet, he’s the man who will leave once this is over and return to his proper life, and you to yours. He’ll return to sleeping with models and movie starlets, and you’ll return to binge watching Great British Bake-Off with Jimin and a carton of Chicken Tikka Masala.

 And Christmas will never feel as special as it does now. 

 So, you’re determined to soak in it for a little longer. It’s going to hurt regardless, so why not push that hurt off until tomorrow and allow yourself to pretend you live the lie you’re spinning for Namjoon’s family?

 “I think I’ll just freshen up and change into my dinner outfit, then?” You ask out loud, grabbing for your overnight bag and heading towards the ensuite.

 Namjoon, who expected a witty retort, takes a moment to reply.

 “Oh,” he coughs. “Yeah, sure. I’ll err—, I’ll just get ready out here.”

 You quickly escape into the bathroom, closing the door and resting on it as you exhale a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

 The tension in the bedroom with Namjoon was too thick, too powerful, especially after the kiss you just shared. His cock had been there, straining in his jeans as you licked into his mouth. The kiss felt so natural, as if you had always kissed Namjoon like that. Your heart beats loud and hard in your chest just from the thought of it.

 You really needed to get a handle over yourself. You still have dinner to get through, and an entire night in a bedroom with Namjoon. A bed with Namjoon.

 No, you won’t allow yourself to go that far. You can pretend you’re his girlfriend, but all thoughts of his delectable body doing scintillating things to yours is strictly off-limits. You shake all thoughts of a thick, heavy cock sliding into your mouth and warm hands spreading you open, and set about fixing your makeup and changing into the gorgeous cocktail dress you purchased for the occasion. It wasn’t often you got to get dressed up. The emerald green velvet dress clings to your body and highlights your curves. It’s a sexy dress, definitely, but also appropriate for a formal evening with your boyfriend’s parents.

 Well, your fake boyfriend. Right.

 After fixing your hair and buckling your heels, you take one last glimpse in the mirror for good luck and exit the room.

 Your breath is nearly knocked out of your lungs as you see Namjoon. 

You’ve seen him dressed up for court and for TV appearances millions of times, but you’ve never seen him like this.

 He wears a blood red button up without a tie, a few buttons open to emphasize the casual look, tucked into the tightest and sexiest slacks you’ve ever seen. They hug his thighs and sit at a spot on his waist that you just know is rippling with cut lines from his work in the gym. His hair is tucked back with a bit of hairspray, and he’s fixing the sleeves of his shirt when he sees you.

 His eyes widen and his hands fall to his sides as he soaks in your appearance.

 An absolute vision.

 He can see the gentle valley between your breasts and the way your dress pushes up your cleavage and displays your collar.  The dress follows the delicate curve of your waist and hips and ends at your knee, but teases him with a glimpse of thigh that has him wiping his mouth in case he’s drooling. 

 “You look incredible,” Namjoon murmurs as you step closer.

“So do you.”

 You swallow hard as he continues closer to you, breathing harshly as he stands right in front of you. You could reach out and unbuckle his expensive slacks and fist his cock right there. You’d fall on your knees for him, if he asked.

 There’s a moment of silence as Namjoon’s face inches closer and closer to your own, each unable to verbalize just how desperate either of you feel for the other.

 “Namjoon, I—,” you start. You want to tell him. You want to tell him everything—that you don’t want this to be fake, that you want this to be real, and you want to be his and his forever.

 “Yes?”

 You swallow hard, shaken by just how close his lips are to yours. He’s inches away and all you can focus on is the way his plush lips look and how well they fit against your own under the mistletoe.

 “I just—, I really um, I’m just very…” 

 You’re not making sense. Comprehension of language is quickly soaring out the window because the only words you know are ‘Please, for the love of God, kiss me and make me yours’, but you can’t bring yourself to speak them out loud.

 Namjoon’s hand cups your cheek, as if he can tell what you’re trying to say.

 “Yeah,” he breathes. The inches between you turn to centimeters, to bare millimeters. Your eyes flutter close as you feel his breath dance over your lips and your heart beats so loud you’re sure the entire household can hear it. He’s right there and moves in to close the distance—

 “Knock Knock!!”

 The forceful, cheery voice of cousin Jungkook forces both of you to jump away from each other as if you’ve touched a burning stove. Your head feels light, like you’ve forgotten to breathe for the last ten minutes and you’ve suddenly taken in too much air.

 The wooden door squeaks open and Jungkook pokes his head in, a shit-eating grin on his face.

 “Auntie sent me to get you. It’s dinnertime!”

 Namjoon rubs his face frustratedly. “Yes, thank you, Jungkook.”

 Jungkook doesn’t leave, however. He smiles at you and winks. 

“Would you like an escort to dinner, madame? You look tastier than the roast beef downstairs.”

 A blush creeps over your cheeks as Namjoon storms to the door where his cousin laughs.

 “That’s enough, Kook. We’ll be down in a minute.”

 He sends you one more grin, then retreats from the door and closes it behind him.

 “Sorry about that,” Namjoon apologizes. You’re not sure what he’s apologizing for—Jungkook, or the moment before.

 “It’s alright. Let’s go?”

 Namjoon nods and holds out his hand with a smile.

 “Let’s go, girlfriend.”

  Dinner with the Kim family is as delightful as every other interaction with them has been. They’re polite and funny and ask questions about your life and your family.

 They ask how you met Namjoon (at work), what your favorite quality about him is (his smile and his ass), and what your first date together was (coffee at seven in the morning).

 You tell stories of Namjoon in the office, of your best friend Park Jimin who’s secretly trying to date the IT manager, of your parents and Christmases past.

 By the time dessert is served, Namjoon’s mother looks at you as if you’ve put the very stars in the sky.

 Namjoon doesn’t miss that look either. He can see the way his family is falling in love with you and somewhere deep in his stomach, he feels the guilt rising. All of this is a lie. Not only is he going to break his own heart, but every heart of his family member’s too. 

 “We’re all just so overjoyed that Namjoon has found someone to share his life with,” his mom speaks softly. It’s the first time she’s been thoughtful and quiet. She’s a woman who’s larger than life, you’ve found, so the softness in her tone strikes a chord. “You’re absolutely perfect for him. I’ve never seen him happier.”

 Fuck. 

 “Thank you,” you murmur sincerely to his mother. “I’ve never been happier.”

 Namjoon peers up from where he’s been pushing around his uncle’s famous chocolate cake on his plate to watch as you speak.

 “Truthfully, I never cared much for Christmas. I thought it was a rubbish holiday and spent it alone every year with a bottle of wine and some takeout. Namjoon really changed that for me,” you smile at the man and place your hand in his lap to hold his free hand. “He showed me more about Christmas in one week than I’ve felt in my entire life.”

 Namjoon’s mom wipes away an errant tear and he squeezes your hand under the table.

 “I guess the Grinch’s heart has grown 3 sizes, after all.”

 Namjoon’s joke lightens the soft mood, and suddenly there’s chatter around as the family members move about to wash dishes and clean up the mess of dinner. Everyone leaves the table except for you and Namjoon.

 “That was some good acting,” he whispers with a sad smile.

 “Right,” you whisper back, nibbling your lip anxiously. “Acting, of course.”

  You should have thought through the bedroom sharing thing more.

 Because sharing a bedroom is one thing.

 And sharing a bed is another.

 And of course, the only pajamas you thought to bring tonight is a very sexy long shirt that says “no coffee, no talking” with a bedazzled pair of shushing lips. That’s it. Just a single shirt. Not even a pair of shorts or pajama pants.

 You slip into the bed first, as far onto one side of it as possible. It’s a king sized bed, and it still feels too intimate, too close.

 Namjoon exits the bathroom after his shower, rubbing at his wet hair with a towel. He’s shirtless, wearing only a pair of flannel pajamas, leaving his bare chest on display.

 Sweet lord in heaven, you nearly cry out loud. He’s absolutely ripped, pecs defined and droplets of water from his hair streaming down. You want to chase each drop with your tongue and circle back again. You shut your eyes tight and clench your teeth. Why, oh why, does he have to look so fucking sexy at a time like this?

 Namjoon sees you at the edge of the bed, shutting your eyes closed like you’re a shy schoolgirl afraid to see a naked man’s body. He feels guilty for making you be here. He knows you’ve likely got better things to do than spend time with a man you openly hate.

 “I’m sorry,” he apologizes for nothing in particular. 

 You ignore it. Instead, you’re trying to think of every un-sexy thing in the world you can possibly imagine. Taxes, a bunch of bees, old people, shark attacks.

 There’s absolutely nothing that can stop the image of Namjoon’s perfectly sculpted body from bursting into your mind. You’re nearly pleading with yourself to just go to sleep and contemplate how hard you’d need to hit your head to knock yourself out as fast as possible.

 “I’ll sleep on the floor,” he says as he grabs a small throw blanket from the closet and throws it to the ground by the fire.

 It snaps you from your musings of how best to forget how badly you want to suck Namjoon’s cock through his pajama pants.

 “What?” You sit up in the posh bed and finally make eye-contact. “Why? It’s freezing. There’s a literal snowstorm outside.” You motion to the window of the balcony. What was once a gentle snowfall is now a full-on winter storm.

 “There’s a fire. I’ll be fine, I sleep hot anyway.” Namjoon’s voice is low and without energy. He almost sounds sad.

 God, is being with you that hard for him? You know you’re just the artificial replacement until he has the real thing, but you’d actually hoped Namjoon had found it as comforting and warm as you had.

 “Namjoon,” you sigh. “This is a king-sized bed. You don’t need to be waking up with back pain because you gallantly slept on the floor.”

 To emphasize your point, you tug back the blankets on the other side, beckoning him to join.

 He hesitates for a moment, as if he’s weighing the pro’s and con’s and sliding into bed next to you in his mind, then stands and pads his way on the plush carpet towards the bed and slips in.

 There’s an entire football field of distance between you two in the bed, but it feels like he’s right beside you. You imagine sliding in right next to him, wrapping your arms around his taut chest and pressing soft kisses to his stomach.

 You squeeze your eyes closed again. Stop it, you horny slut.

 “Thank you, again.” Namjoon breaks the silence. “I really appreciate you helping me out.”

 “Yeah,” you swallow hard. “Of course. What else was I going to do? Jimin’s probably sucking Yoongi’s dick right now, so I’d be watching baking shows alone.”

 Namjoon laughs for a moment, then quiets.

 “You know, I don’t even really want that promotion at work.”

 You’re surprised by the sudden change in topic, but you turn over to face Namjoon.

“What?! Really?”

 Namjoon nods and stares at the ceiling. “I don’t think I’m that good of an attorney to get it, anyway.”

 His statement makes you sit up in bed again, staring at the man in disbelief.

 “Are you fucking kidding me, Namjoon? You’re the best lawyer in the firm.”

 Namjoon says nothing, just turns to stare at you curiously as you continue.

 “You’re like… literally better than Seokjin, too. The way you handled the Taehyung case was nothing short of historical. Like, that was an impossible case, and you nailed it. That was your ‘OJ’ case, you know?”

 Namjoon barks a laugh.

 “My what?”

 “Your OJ case!” You use your hands to emphasize the importance of what you’re saying. “Like, they’ll write about you and how impossible the odds were of winning that case. And you won it! Not even Seokjin could have won that case.”

 He’s silent again, watching as you speak directly from your heart with all the fire and passion you feel about the things you care about. It’s what makes you such an incredible lawyer, too.

 “Wow,” he breathes. “Thank you.”

 You settle back down from your excitement, suddenly bashful at how fanatical you became.  

 “You’re welcome,” you murmur. “You deserve that promotion. And the office.”

 Namjoon smirks.

 “And the Nespresso?”

 Your eyes narrow and send a glare to him he can see even with the faintest of light in the room.

 “No, no one deserves the Nespresso, except for me.”

 He chuckles and settles down into his pillows.

 “Goodnight,” he whispers.

 “Goodnight, Namjoon.”

 There’s a beat of silence and your eyes flutter shut easily. It’s quiet, and all you can hear is the crackle of the log in the fireplace and the wind blowing past the balcony windows as the storm outside rages.

 “Oh,” Namjoon whispers again. “And, Merry Christmas.”

 You can’t fight the smile that creeps onto your face.

 “Merry Christmas, Joonie.”

  “Happy Christmas!” A voice bellows through your bedroom at approximately seven fifteen am.

 You groan, immediately grimacing and burying your face into your firm, warm pillow.

 “Nooooo,” you whine, trying to hide from the offending noise.

 Namjoon shakes awake, and notices Jungkook standing at the bedroom door once again.

“It’s time for presents!” He giddily explains. “And, they gave me the job of waking you two up.”

 “Of course,” Namjoon yawns.

 “You look a little wrapped up,” Jungkook smirks, eyeing your sleeping body. “I’ll give you two a minute. Don’t get distracted.”

 Namjoon rolls his eyes and watches as the door closes, before he turns his attention towards you.

 Somehow, in the middle of the night, you’ve scooched yourself to his side of the bed and draped your body around his. Your face is buried in his chest and your legs are haphazardly intertwined in his own.

 He bites his lip. His cock is rock solid, not just from his usual morning wood, but from the way he can feel your tits through your shirt, and from the sight of your pink panties. Namjoon wants to take them off with his teeth and bury his face in your delicious cunt, and his cock is nearly screaming at him to get on with it.

 “Hey,” he whispers to you, actively ignoring the demon that is his turgid length. “Wake up.”

 This causes you to cling harder to his chest, rubbing your sleepy face on him.

 “What is it with you and early mornings?” You ask, blearily raising your head to peer at him judgementally.

 Namjoon bites his lip, curious about your reaction to the tight embrace you’ve got on him. He doesn’t want to say anything, doesn’t want to break the spell. Frankly, he wants to push your sleep shirt up and stuff you full of his cum.

 “Merry Christmas?” He offers shyly.

 You take a full minute to recognize what’s happening.

 You’re no longer on your edge of the bed. You’re wrapped around the man like a koala, legs strewn over him without care and clinging to him like he’s a lifeline.

 “Oh!” You gasp as you jerk out of his grasp. 

 In your movement, your leg brushes over an obvious tent in Namjoon’s pants, making him groan softly. You shut your eyes, embarrassed at how disgustingly horny you are for the man who’s not even interested in you sexually.

 “Christ, I’m so sorry,” your cheeks flame bright red and you scoot further from him.

 “No, no, don’t be,” Namjoon wheezes as he tries to fix himself. “It’s fine. It’s more than fine. It’s great. It happens. Don’t worry.”

 He continues to stammer out reassurances as he leaves the bed and bolts into the bathroom to fix his unruly tented pants, leaving you sitting atop the bed washed with shame.

 “Fucking hell,” you whisper to yourself as you rub at your cheeks. “Get a grip of yourself.”

 Inside the bathroom, it only takes Namjoon a few fisted jerks of his cock and the mental image of you beneath him, begging for him, until he’s silently cumming on an expensive towel. He bites his free hand to stifle the moans he makes as his cock pulses.

 By the time he arrives back in the bedroom, you’ve changed into a hoodie and yoga leggings that accentuate your ass so delectably that Namjoon thinks about turning right back into the bathroom for a second round.

 “I’m sorry!” You nearly shout when he walks into the room. “About the bed. You were warm and I was cold. That’s all.”

 Nmajoon simply nods, doesn’t want to have to explain how he wishes he could wake up like that every day. Doesn’t want to describe in vivid detail how he’d wake you up with his tongue buried deep in your cunt.

 “Let me grab a shirt and we’ll head out, yeah?”

 Your eyes dance over the defined ridges of his body, a little crest-fallen at the idea that this might be the last time you see him shirtless, but you nod anyway.

 “Yeah.”

The ring box sits in a deceptively large box beneath the tree. Namjoon wrapped it last night and hide it at the very back. His heartbeat hammers in his ears as his family passes around gifts and opens each with squeals of delight.

 His mother gave him new ties for the office, ones that Namjoon prefers. She’s even gifted you with jewelry, which makes your eyes water at the sentiment.

 It all begins to be too much. It’s harder and harder to hold back the tears as each of Namjoon’s family members gives you gifts. It doesn’t matter the value, not at all. The fact that they specifically set out to include you in their gift-unwrapping makes your heart snap in two.

 This is all too much, it’s too real.

 It’s everything you never dreamed you could have. A loving partner who lets you sit in the space of his legs and rubs your arms soothingly. A family who goes out of their way to include you in the abundance of love and company. A cabin so warm and cozy.

 The tears don’t stop.

 It’s at the end of the gift exchange that you finally allow yourself to breathe. 

 “There’s one more,” Namjoon whispers as he moves from behind you and fetches a large box from behind the tree. “It’s for you, princess.”

 Curiously, and suspiciously, you eye him as he sets the enormous gift in your lap. You had done nearly all his Christmas shopping with him, and can’t remember a single thing he would have gotten for you.

 “I hope it’s the Nespresso from your office,” you snark with a smile. His family members all laugh and exchange knowing looks to each other.

 Namjoon doesn’t think he can breathe. He watches as you begin to carefully unwrap the large box, which reveals another box, slightly smaller. He can’t help but grin as you continue to unwrap the nesting-doll style gift until you’re down to the smallest one, the one that holds the ring box.

 With one last tear of paper, your eyes widen as you recognize the velvet box.

 “Oh--,” you breathe as you delicately pry open the gift.

 Inside sits a dazzling and gorgeous diamond ring. It catches the light from the fire and sparkles like a firecracker.

 “Oh my god,” you whimper as the tears flow again.

 He’s proposing.

 Namjoon settles himself onto one knee and tucks an errant piece of hair behind your ears.

 “You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. I knew from day one that you were always the girl I wanted to marry,”

 Namjoon’s speech sends daggers to your heart. He’s so convincing for something so counterfeit. 

 “I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember, much longer than we’ve been together. You’re who I want to come home to every night, and who I want to wake up with every morning.”

 It hurts. It hurts so badly that you’re crying even harder as he continues to speak. His family must think you’re simply overcome with emotion and love that the crying doesn’t give it away, but inside you’re absolutely dying.

 There’s no way you can recover from this.

 Tomorrow, Namjoon will take the ring back to where he got it from and return to what he had before. He’ll leave you behind, broken and hopelessly in love with a man who faked a relationship so well that you fell for it, hard.

 “____, will you marry me?”

 You take several large, gulping gasps to reply. You can’t shatter the illusion. Namjoon’s parents are weeping with joy, while his relatives record the moment on their phones and wipe away errant tears. Even Jungkook looks soft, proud of his cousin for taking the next step in his life.

 Oh, how you wish this were all real.

 “Yes,” you lie with a smile. “Yes, Namjoon, of course!”

 Namjoon grins and pulls you to standing, gathering you in his arms as he hugs you tight. His family cheers and hollers in the background, and you sob into his shoulder as you cling to him.

 He easily slides the diamond ring out of the box and onto your finger, where it sits and taunts you. The weight is heavy, and you whimper at the realization that this will never be for you. It will sit atop a pretty model’s finger sometime soon, when Namjoon resumes his regular life.

 “Oh, my darlings, I am so happy for you!” Namjoon’s mother appears and wraps you both in a hug, weeping and kissing cheeks. “We must discuss planning!”

 It’s the straw that breaks the camel’s back. The tears and weeping turn to wracking sobs, which quiets the family as they watch you hold your face in your hands.

 “I’m sorry,” you apologize through your grief. “I—I just need a moment.”

 Without another word, you turn from the scene and bolt back towards the bedroom.

 It’s silent and Namjoon’s heart sinks. 

 This must be too much for you, too much for you to pretend to love him. He knew it was too much and he should have discussed it with you beforehand.

 “She’s just a little err--,” Namjoon tries. “Easily emotional. I’ll go check on her.”

 His family understands as Namjoon hurries towards the bedroom and gently opens the door.

 You’re sitting over your overnight bag, trying to shove any clothing into it you can, while you sob openly.

 “I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I should have told you. I sort of... told my mom I’d be proposing to my girlfriend.”

 There’s pain in your eyes as you snap your head up to look at him. It nearly destroys him.

 “You should have warned me!” You gasp. “Namjoon, I can’t do this.”

 Namjoon lowers his head and shoves his hands into his pockets of his pajama pants.

 “I get it. I know you want to go back to your regular life. I can take you home now.”

 You’re silent for a moment, standing and moving towards the man.

 “Don’t you get it, Namjoon?”

 He raises his head to look at you curiously, brow knitted together with confusion.

 “I’m in love with you, you asshole!” You cry, pushing at his chest. “I can’t continue to pretend this is real anymore. I love you, I absolutely love you and I can’t go on watching you pretend you love me too. It’s too much for me to handle.”

 Namjoon’s world freezes in time as he watches you slide the ring off your finger. He grasps your hand to stop you, his eyes boring into your own.

 “I never had to pretend.”

 Before you can speak, Namjoon cups your cheek and pulls you in close, mouth sealing over your own in a desperate kiss.

 You don’t fight it, not at all. You sink into his grasp and kiss him back with fervor, with all the pent-up emotions you’ve held back all this time.

 “I’m in love with you,” he whispers as he pulls away from the kiss. “I meant every single word I said.”

 More tears stream down your cheeks, and Namjoon is quick to wipe them away with his thumb.

 “I know it’s maybe too soon for us to really be engaged, but I—I want that, with you,” he adds. “I want you to be my girlfriend… for real.”

 “Are you being serious right now?” You ask as your hands cling to Namjoon’s waist.

 He can’t help but to laugh, nodding in reassurance as he leans down to press his lips to yours in a tender kiss.

 “Never been more serious in my life.”

 “I can’t believe you’re mine,” Joon murmurs into the nape of your neck.

 You were supposed to be driving home to your apartment now, back to real life, but the snowstorm raged on and Namjoon decided it might be best to spend yet another night in the cabin. Together. As a couple. A real couple.

 You didn’t put up much of a fight.

 He’s pressing soft kisses into your tender skin as he closes the door to the bedroom.

  “All mine, all mine.” He chants it like a mantra. 

 You’re trying to maneuver your way into the dark bedroom, only guided by the light from the fireplace. Namjoon stops you and pulls away from your neck, eyes soaking in every inch of you.

 “You have no idea what I’ve been dying to do to you,” he speaks after a moment of appreciating your beauty.

 “Hmm, I think I have some idea,” you say, a finger at Namjoon’s chest, directing him towards the bed. “I’ve been dying to suck your cock, Joon,” you whisper in his ear as he makes his way backwards. “Will you let me?”

 Namjoon nods in a daze as he sits on the edge of the bed and watches as you kneel. Your eyes are full of hope, full of lust. It makes his cock harden further.

 “Please do,” he breathes. “I’ve wondered what you’d look like with your mouth full of my dick.”

 You smile as you tug at his flannel pajama pants, pulling them down thick thighs and calves until they’re completely off. Your mouth waters at the sight before you. Namjoon’s cock is thick, head weeping with pre-cum and straining hard against his taut chest. He’s been working out more, you can tell. His arms are full and strong, and his chest is so firm and defined. 

 He’s an entire three-course meal.

 Before you move closer to his cock, Namjoon stops you.

 “Take your shirt off.”

 You comply easily, already settling well into an obedient role. He discards the shirt to the side and marvels at your breasts. He can’t wait to mark them up, suck them until you’re crying.

 “Perfect,” he sighs. “You’re fucking perfect.”

 He allows you to resume your work, eyeing the length of his cock before wrapping a hand around it and gently pumping.

 “Shit,” he breathes as his head falls back. “I’ve dreamt about how it’d feel having my cock in your hands.”

 “What else have you dreamed about?” You ask with a teasing smile, bringing your lips to the tip to paint tiny stripes. He tastes salty, somewhat earthy, and the pre-cum that’s gathered at the top gets swept up by your tongue. 

 Namjoon can’t believe how lucky he is. Can’t believe how incredible it feels to have you here, licking at his cock like a lollipop. He’s enchanted by the way your delicate tongue swirls around his head, testing and teasing.

 “You look so good, princess,” he whispers as he tucks stray hair behind your ears. 

 You’re encouraged by his sweet-talk and soon descend to take his cock fully in as far as you can go. You’re definitely out of practice, but you steel yourself up to take him completely to the back of your throat. Namjoon’s desperate moans and cursing only encourages you further.

 Soon enough, you’ve started a rhythm of bobbing your head and swirling your tongue and pumping your hand down his thick length. The noises leaving your mouth are sinful—slurping and sucking and whining around him. Namjoon’s got a hand on the back of your head, holding your hair in a makeshift ponytail and coaxing your bouncing head further down his cock.

 “Oh, shit, baby,” he grits through a tight jaw. “I’m gonna cum baby girl, fuuuuckkk—oh god, yes baby, just like that.”

 You slurp and swallow around his cock as much as you can, head bobbing at a frantic pace while you cast your eyes upwards to the man to watch him come apart. He meets your eye contact and loses it at the fire burning in your beautiful eyes.

 “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he gasps as his cock pulses. “Cumming, baby—ohhhh, shit, take it all, baby.”

 After slowing your pace completely, you sweetly moan around his length as his salty cum splatters on your tongue. Bringing Namjoon to climax with your mouth is already one of your favorite hobbies, and you’re desperate to do it again.

 When he’s completely spent in your mouth, you pop off carefully and present your tongue to your boyfriend, who smiles.

 “You gonna swallow my cum, baby girl?” He asks, cupping your cheek sweetly.

 You nod in reply, and he groans as he watches you close your mouth and visibly swallow his load.

 “Fuck, that was so hot. Fucking kiss me already,” he demands, pulling you up gently by the hand and pressing his mouth to yours. He doesn’t care if he can taste himself still lingering in your mouth. In fact, he thinks your mouth should always taste like him.

��Namjoon holds you close as he kisses you, tongue diving around and seeking purchase in your mouth. His hands are roaming your body, cupping your breasts and caressing your curves. He can’t get enough. He doesn’t think there will come a time in his life when he won’t love touching you.

 His hand smoothes over the satin of your panties and he smirks into the kiss as he feels how wet they are.

 “Oh my,” he tuts as he rubs at your clothed slit. “All this from sucking my cock, princess?”

 It’s too late to be ashamed of it. You simply nod and whimper as his thick fingers rub at your core. You’re dying to feel those fingers inside you, scissoring you open to prepare you for his massive cock.

 “P-please,” you gasp, needing more of him. “Please, Joon.”

 He lets out a breath of contentment, loving the way his name sounds in your breathy moans. In one quick swoop, he flings your panties off and onto the floor and slides down to his knees where you knelt moments before.

 “I want to see this pretty pussy up close,” he murmurs as he lays you out at the edge and spreads open your thighs as wide as he can. 

 You’re gorgeous, absolutely mouth-watering. He licks his lips as he watches your folds drip with arousal and takes a delicate finger to trace the slit gently.

 “Fuck,” you gasp as he swirls his finger around your sensitive clit. It’s been so long since someone else has made you orgasm, you’re sure you won’t last a second with the man of your sexual dreams face-first in your cunt.

 “This is my pussy now,” he states as he leans in close and licks a fat stripe from your hole to your clit. “I’m going to make you cum every fucking night, baby. Gonna claim this cunt as my own.”

 You’re trembling from his words and his actions as he soon buries his face into your pussy and eats as if he’s a man starved. His tongue swirls around your hole before swiping up to your clit, making your back arch and keen off the bed. His lips wrap around your throbbing clit and sucks gently, lewd noises echoing off the walls of the bedroom.

 “Namjoon!” You squeal as he slides two of his fingers inside you and slowly pumps. They’re thick and perfect, and they’re better than you could have ever dreamed.

 “Cum for me, baby,” he coaxes as he licks at your clit. “I know you want to.”

 He’s right. You’re desperate for it and the string inside your belly that tightens with each thrust of his solid fingers has it nearing a snapping point.

 Namjoon speeds up, adds a third finger and fucks into you like a man on a mission. He watches your face pinch in agonized delight and is hypnotized by the way your tits bounce with each thrust up. His cock is rock solid again, aching to bury itself deep inside your womb and coat you with his cum.

 “That’s it, baby girl,” he breathes as he watches your body quiver. “Cum on my fingers, let daddy see you fall apart.”

 He presses his lips to your clit one last time and sucks, and it sends you reeling over the edge into bliss. Namjoon moans as he feels your cunt convulse and squeeze his fingers as if they’re his cock, and he nearly whines at how good it’s going to feel when he’s balls deep inside of you.

 “Fuck!” You cry as your back lifts off the bed and your legs shake. “Oh, my god!”

 Namjoon kitten licks at your pussy as you come down, cleaning up the juices that coat his fingers. He doesn’t break eye contact with you as he does it, sucking up your essence like it’s an expensive wine he won’t waste a drop of.

 “You’re so fucking sexy,” he says as you try to catch your breath. “I can’t wait to fuck you in my office.”

 The smile on your face turns lustful as you spread your legs open once again and present yourself to him.

 “Why don’t we practice right now?”

 Namjoon grips the base of his cock and gives himself a few pumps as he stares at your gorgeous body—laid out and ready for him.

 “Merry Christmas to me,” he murmurs as he presses a kiss to your lips and lines himself up.

 In one swift motion, he slips inside your juicy channel and buries himself to the hilt. You’re so wet and warm and tight that Namjoon falters and groans out loud.

 “Holy shit,” he cries. “Sweetest fucking pussy I’ve ever felt in my life.”

 Namjoon filling you up to the brim is something you’ve only ever dreamt of, and now that it’s happening you feel intoxicated. He’s so thick inside you, stretching you past what you thought you could handle, and the burn is so sweet.

 “Fuck me, Joon,” you beg as he continues to still inside you. “Please, fuck me, daddy.”

 It’s the magic word for Namjoon and instantly he’s snapped back to feral, ready to claim you as his own. He grips your hips tightly as he pumps in and out of you, delighted by the squelching juicy sounds of your cunt as he takes you.

 “That’s right, baby girl, I’m your fucking daddy,” he grunts. “Take this fat cock for daddy.”

 Your legs quiver with each thrust and Namjoon sucks a nipple into his mouth, nibbling gently on the bud which makes your body thrum with electricity. He’s marking you, claiming you inside and out, you realize. You whine and keen for him to continue, and Namjoon growls as he doubles his pace. 

 He thrusts into you without abandon, desperately seeking his release that will have him spilling his cum anywhere he possibly can.

 “Mmm, look at my pretty princess,” he groans as he stares at your blissed-out face. “Taking daddy’s cock so good, being a perfect little slut.”

 His words make your eyes roll back into your head. You’d never had someone speak so nasty to you while being so kind and praise-worthy that you don’t think you can now ever live without it.

 “G-gonna cum, daddy!” you cry as you feel your body nearing the edge. “Please let me cum!”

 Namjoon gasps for air and drops a thumb to your clit to rub circles on the sensitive bundle.

 “Yes, baby girl, cum for daddy. Cum on my cock, princess.”

 Namjoon’s unrelenting pace and thumb handily stroking your clit brings you to the end, sending you screaming into orgasmic delight.

 Namjoon nearly weeps at how good your cunt feels convulsing around his cock, walls coaxing him and gripping him tight as if your pussy is begging for his own release. 

 “Cum inside me daddy, please,” you beg as you try to catch your breath. 

 Namjoon needs no more permission. He gasps as your channel tightens around him impossibly and sends him into his own release. He whimpers as his cock pulses with ferocity, loads of cum splattering your walls.

 He doesn’t pull out. Instead, he rests his sweaty forehead on yours as you both try to catch your breath.

 “Holy shit,” you gasp as you feel yourself returning to Earth.

 Namjoon laughs and presses a kiss to your lips, before nodding.

 “Yeah,” is all he can manage.

 After a few shuddering breaths, you wrap your arms around your boyfriend’s naked body and hold him close, as close as you can.

 “If this is what Christmas is all about, sign me up.”

 Namjoon buries his face into your neck and kisses you sweetly, before lifting and giving you a playful smile.

 “I guess all Scrooge needed was a good fuck. Dickens got that part all wrong.”

Returning to work after the New Year was easier this year than it had ever been in your career.

 Namjoon was given the promotion. He told Seokjin he wanted to keep his corner office near you because he “likes the view”, and that he would give all his top cases to the best lawyer in the office—you.

 Jimin won’t stop screaming when he sees the diamond ring on your finger. You haven’t wanted to take it off since the moment you put it on. Maybe it’s not an engagement ring quite yet, maybe it’s just more of a promise. Either way, Jimin is ecstatic and confused as he shakes you down for answers.

 He walks with you to your desk, chattering away about his week with Yoongi, while you sip your convenience store coffee.

 “What the fuck?” Jimin asks as he notices something on your desk. “What is that?”

 As you round the corner, your eyes catch sight of a gleaming silver contraption on your desk, right next to your brand new computer.

 A Nespresso.

 A smile crosses your lips as you approach the expensive machine and notice a folded up card on top.

 Inside, the card is simple.

 “To the only girl in the world who deserves a Nespresso. Love, Namjoon.”

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[writemekpop]

Daddy’s Girl | Lee Taeyong

Pairing: Lee Taeyong x Reader

Summary: Mafia bosses don’t get holidays, but neither do baby mamas. So, you propose a swap... can he handle the heat?

Genre: Mafia AU, Daddy!Taeyong

Word count: 0.8k

Gif: @nctsworld​ 

Request: ​Can I have a crack with MafiaBoss!Taeyong in which he is scolding by his s/o for a funny reason?

“Hey, mama, you didn’t have’ta wait up for me…”

You’re woken by a gentle kiss on your forehead. Taeyong’s bittersweet cigarettes fill your nose as you look at the window. The sun’s almost up.  

A fresh cut curves over your husband’s dark eyebrow. 

He looks like a mess. And you’re sick of it. 

“What was I meant to do? Taeyong, I hate going to bed alone.” 

Taeyong’s lips tighten. This clearly wasn’t the welcome he was expecting. “If you knew the day I’ve had…” His tone is gruff.

“Yeah, I get it, someone’s out to kill you – they always are. Try telling our four-year-old daughter that her daddy’s missing her birthday. Again.”

Taeyong scoffs. “Gang bosses don’t exactly get sick days, Y/n.” He grips his buzzed scalp like he wants to pull it off. “You spend one day doing some real work, and you’ll see.”

You stand up, your chair screaming against the floorboards. “Try me.” 

Taeyong eyes are an unreadable black. “Fine. Tomorrow, we swap. You manage my men, and I… do whatever the hell it is that you do here at home.” 

You search for a sign he’s joking, but there isn’t any. 

Taeyong is deadly serious.

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You hold open the front door with one foot, dropping three satchels of cash. Leaning against the cool wood, you let your lids slip closed. 

You place Taeyong’s handgun carefully by the door. 

You’ve had one hell of a day. 

“Taeyong?” 

You eye the destruction in your apartment. Everywhere, ballerina skirts, schoolbooks and abandoned socks slouch over the furniture. 

Grimacing, you pick up a banana skin. “Good day, babe?” 

Taeyong emerges from the kitchen, furiously whisking a mixing bowl in his arms. 

You struggle not to laugh. 

Taeyong’s blonde hair isn’t slicked back over his head like usual. No, it’s pulled into a ponytail, making him look disturbingly cute. 

A thin layer of flour coats his body, giving him a ghostly look. There’s no leather on his body today. Instead, a ‘Mummy’s Little Princess’ apron covers his carved chest. 

Taeyong is panting so hard he can barely speak. “S-since when was our daughter a monster?”

You giggle. “Trouble?” 

At the sight of your perfect composure, Taeyong’s frowns. “Jaehyun musta been pleased when you came asking for my money back…”

You pout. “He was surprised. But I did what you told me - I reminded him just how much he has to lose.” 

You grin, remembering the colour draining from Jaehyun’s face. As you left, you just caught Jaehyun whisper, “Forget Taeyong. The wife’s the one you need to be afraid of.” 

Taeyong’s smile drops. “You’re telling me he gave the money back? All of it?”

You smirk, crossing your arms. “Ten million, five-hundred and thirty-seven big ones.”

The veins on Taeyong’s arms stop flexing; he’s too stunned to whisk. “Wow, sugar, I wasn’t expecting that. H-how did y-you-”

You cut him off. “Please tell me you remembered our daughter’s birthday.” 

As if on cue, you hear little feet smacking the hallway floor. “Daphne!” You scoop your daughter into your arms. Over the little girl’s shoulder, you glare at Taeyong.

“Happy birthday, princess! Come to daddy, I’ve got a present for you,” Taeyong says obnoxiously loud. 

You feel a pang of jealousy at the honey in his voice. Taeyong hasn’t talked to you like that since…

You scold yourself. She’s your daughter, for god’s sake.

Daphne jumps out of your arms and runs towards Taeyong. As she pulls apart the scrappy wrapping paper of Taeyong’s gift, you hold your breath. Please. 

She pulls out… a tiny rabbit toy. 

You raise an eyebrow. It isn’t pink and fluffy like most cuddly toys. It’s a scruffy, skinny brown, almost… realistic. 

It isn’t till you see the tag that you realise what Taeyong’s done. 

“You bought our daughter a dog toy?” You mouth the words silently, but you could have been screaming. 

Taeyong cocks his head to the side. You mouth the words even more furiously, adding hand gestures. 

Taeyong’s mouth drops open. He scrabbles for the box. 

When your husband looks up, he isn’t a weathered gang lord. He’s a little boy again, getting sent to the principal’s office for nicking sweets from the corner shop. Your heart is heavy. 

But your little girl… feels the opposite?

“I love it, daddy!” she yells.

Daphne squeezes Taeyong so hard he has to shout, “Easy, cowgirl!” 

Meanwhile, your culturally sensitive, age appropriate Bratz doll lies abandoned in the packet. 

You sigh, a smile slicing through your frown. How can you be angry when your angel is so pleased?

Maybe Taeyong isn’t perfect. 

But he’s yours. 

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[bubblyhoney]

can i request a fic where sapnap takes the reader to his hometown? like the classic going to places he went to when he was younger. maybe playgrounds and ice cream shops idk

places i used to go

warnings: language of course, an allusion to virginap, my uneducated guess of what sapnap was like in highschool, tiny detail of long haired!sapnap, singular canon detail of underage drinking, jokish about marriage

tags: sapnap x gn!reader

words: 2191

A/N: you are a god, anon. i love comfy and nostalgic fics like these and it was so fun to write. if you hate it dont tell me but if you like it lemme know akskdjd

inbox/requests: open

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The wind whips fast on your bare fingers, cool and quick and raising goosebumps in its wake. You blink in the haze of the early sunset, head lolled to the side of the headrest. It feels good.

“That’s where I went to high school.” Sapnap interrupts your thoughts and points a finger at a collection of tall brick buildings down a side street. The silver of the lettering is dull, but you can still feel the nostalgia.

“And you’re about to see the park that me and my friends used to hang out at after work and—actually, nevermind.” His arm drops to the middle console and he looks straight ahead with slightly pinker cheeks.

“Do what?” You ask, voice all sweet, and a grin grows on your face. You turn towards him and wiggle your eyebrows.

“Nothing. Homework.” He avoids your eye contact and hikes his hand up higher on the steering wheel. “Anyways— Do you want to get some food before we head out? I know a great place.”

You two were just coming to a close on your little trip to visit his family; it was his step-mom’s birthday and you decided to make a week of it. It was your first long-term trip with Sapnap, and also your first time meeting his dad’s side of the family. You were proud to say she loved you. His little sister took a little more effort to talk to you of her own volition, but soon enough she was on your side.

You have a couple hours to kill before making your flight back home, so Sapnap has taken it upon himself to give you a quick tour of his hometown.

“Yeah,” you decide, bottom lip popped out. “Can we get ice cream after?”

“Uh, duh.” The Neighbourhood’s Stargazing starts through the speakers and he reaches to turn it down. “I’m so ready to get home and sleep.” He stretches his neck in his seat, letting out an uncharacteristically inappropriate grunt when his bones pop. You make a disgusted face, nose wrinkling, but stretch your own back, slumping down in the seat. The day had been full of packing up and this horrible hike his dad liked to do early in the mornings, so you two were pretty beat.

“Okay, we’re here,” he announces three sleepy minutes later in his best attempt at a whisper. Lifting your head off of the corner of your seat, you blink in the setting sunlight as a yawn splits your face. “You’re so cute.”

“Shut up,” you mumble, and struggle to get your seatbelt off in that post-nap haze. You’d barely been asleep for thirty seconds, damn it. The air is a swampy heat when you step out of the car onto rocky gravel and nearly twist your ankle climbing over the curb. Sapnap catches you by the lower back, trying to hide his laugh but failing miserably. You slide him a dirty look, smacking his shoulder as hard as you can manage while limping towards the front entrance.

The door jingles when you two breach the doorway, alerting a bored-looking hostess that the circus has arrived. She looks at Sapnap a second longer than she should, eyebrows screwed together in silent confusion. But she leads the two of you to a booth near a large window, handing you sticky menus and promptly fucking right off to the host station. She nearly runs.

“Do you know her?” You ask, inconspicuously hiding your face in the search for their 24/7 breakfast menu. You feel his eyes on you.

“Don’t think so.” He leans on one elbow and slides his phone out of his jeans’ pocket. In the 25 seconds it takes for you to find their french toast and sides menu, he has browsed and closed his phone with an animatedly shocked look on his face.

“What?” You give him a weird look and put down the menu.

“I totally went to homecoming with that girl.” He eyes the hostess. You glance over at her again, meeting her gaze, and offer a polite smile. She turns away quickly, eyes wide.

“She’s cute,” you say, voice high and fake, and he drums his fingers on the tabletop as an amused look makes its way onto his face.

“Are you—?”

“What?” You reply right back.

“Nothing.”

Thank God the server comes up to your table then and starts asking for drink orders, or else you’d have to admit (sheepishly) you were a tiny eensy-weensy bit annoyed. Only a tad. But after requesting a Dr. Pepper and a water the conversation surrounding the nervous-looking hostess dies.

“I’m so hungry I think I feel my stomach shrinking.” You flop your head onto your arm on the table top and make a whiny noise into the stack of napkins your server left at the table. Sapnap rubs his thumb into the side of your forearm, touch warm and nearly dissolving the pangs of hunger and jealousy.

“You weren’t hungry an hour ago.” He lifts your hand to his face and plants a kiss on the back of it. Oh, pulling out the big guns, huh? “I would have made you something.”

You tilt onto your chin, pouting, and stare up at his cute face. His cute, scruffy, perfectly-kissable face.

“I think I got hungry staring at you for half an hour.” A mischievous grin grows on your previously-petulant face and he just shakes his head.

“I do have that effect,” he admits with cockiness in his tone, lifting his eyebrows and leaning back into the booth with his lips pursed.

The server returns with two glasses and takes your food orders onto their little yellow notepad. You chug the water down when they leave for the kitchen, getting your lap and chin thoroughly wet in the process. Sapnap just snorts at you and shoves the napkins your way.

“So,” you start, patting dry your jeans. “tell me what you were like in high school.” You cross your arms and settle into the booth, smirk on your lips.

“What I was like?” He parrots, sipping at his soda, looking thoughtful. “Firstly, a virgin.” You make a noise. Duh. Dude had a buzz cut his junior year. (You’ve seen the pictures. His step-mom particularly likes them.) “Secondly, I was actually— well, I wasn’t popular, but I had a lot of friends. We were all semi-athletic lonely band kids but we had fun. Had one girlfriend senior year but she went to Cal Tech in the fall and I didn’t. I, um, worked at a Dairy Queen in the summers and gained so much weight I had to lose all over again for Unified Track.”

“Relatable,” you comment, drinking noisily at your water. He fiddles with the paper straw wrapper and crunches it up into a ball. It goes soaring into your drink with a quiet “Kobe” and you just give him a look. He smiles toothily right back at you. “Stop being cute, I’m trying to listen to your story.”

“Oh, my bad,” he mocks. “Anyways. That’s what I was like in highschool.” You fish the paper ball out of your water and flick it wetly at his arm. It sticks and you choke on a laugh, cheeks puffed.

Two plates of warm food are set down loudly onto the table and you thank the server with a surprised smile, Sapnap mirroring you.

Two minutes of wordless chewing passes, minds occupied just by “food, me eat” instead of anything related to your previous conversation. You realize that Sapnap is one of the loudest chewers ever, and he realizes that you fail to notice the streak of maple syrup in your hair.

“C’mere,” he mumbles through a mouthful of omelet and hash browns and beckons you with his hand. You lean closer, chewing slowly, as he pats a napkin at the strands of hair trapped in syrup.

“Thanks, baby.” You take the napkin from him and pause your assault of the warm french toast before you to clean the sticky sugar out of your hair. He just watches you, half of a smile on his lips.

You two finish your food in record time. It’s borderline vacuum-like. There’s a short grace period where you just sit like two lazy cats, slumped down in the booth and holding your full stomachs. But the check comes soon after, and you both pay your way and are out of the restaurant without any mad dashes for the bathroom. A miracle, really, because of the American-like amount of butter you both consume.

“I’m a much more functional person now,” you mutter into the cotton of his shoulder, swinging your hand in his. He just hums in agreement.

“I guess we’re not getting ice cream, then,” he teases, and you just groan in response.

“I don’t feel like having diarrhea on a plane, unfortunately.” You sigh heavily when you have to split and get into your respective sides of the rental car.

The entire trip (somewhat roundabout because of the amount of side quests to show you things from his childhood) to the airport Sapnap is a chatterbox. He’s like this when he has sugar: either bouncing off the walls with energy or talking your ear off.

“That’s where my dad proposed to my step-mom. I was kinda young but I remember being surprised at how big the ring was— dude broke the bank for her.” It’s a little gazebo you catch a glimpse of through the trees in a park. It probably was an incredibly picturesque moment, and you can sense how much she must have loved it. With just meeting them this weekend, you can already see how much love those two have for each other.

You hope people can see how much you love Sapnap.

“Oh my God, it’s still there.” He points out the side of your window to what looks like a Dairy Queen that has been through World War 3. “My buddy Eric and I once spilled a gallon of that liquid ice-cream-shit all over the men’s bathroom.”

You shoot him a horrified look. “Why was it in the bathroom?”

He just smirks.

“—And that’s my Uncle Ron’s house. Had my first beer there.”

“And last, hopefully,” you add, pulling a disgusted face. The two story bungalow is cute, and one of your favorite colors: olive green. “That shit is nasty.”

He just shrugs and continues down the side street.

“Is this the park you were talking about?”

He pulls into the gravelly parking lot of a small clearing of tall trees, a picnic table and campfire sat squat in the middle. But he doesn’t respond, just turning the car off and climbing out. He reaches the passenger door without speaking, and opens it for you. You climb carefully out, confused.

“Come on.” He takes your hand and starts for a small path to the left of the picnic table. The mid-sunset shade envelopes the both of you.

“I hope this isn’t where you kill me.”

“No,” he snorts. “I just wanted to show you something.”

It’s just a few moments of stumbling through the damp underbrush before you’re coming face to face with a small, mossy pond that sits right underneath an incredibly old willow tree. He stops right on the edge of the rocky path and turns toward you.

“This your make out spot?” You ask between a grin as he snakes an arm around your waist and tugs you flush to him. Your innocent smile fades when you feel the press of his lips to the side of your neck, light and ticklish. Oh.

“No,” he murmurs, and just breathes you in. “I came here once—the night before I graduated highschool. And I told myself when I really really loved someone I’d take them here with me.” He sways with you in his grasp, a gentle and song-less dance.

You grip his shoulder tighter in your hand and lean into him.

“That’s— awfully romantic, huh?” Your voice is quiet. Almost nervous. He just makes a noise of agreement.

“So here we are.” His voice is the opposite of yours, all strong and confident.

You two just move together for a moment. The sun breaks through the tree canopy, shining bright orange down onto the glassy surface of the pond. Crickets and frogs chirp back and forth as the willow vines swing in a cool evening breeze. You watch nature come alive around you, suddenly grateful for the man in your arms.

“Don’t propose,” you whisper, breaking the gentle tension. A laugh breaks the silence and he’s pulling away to look at you. Maybe in disbelief. A strand of hair falls into his eyes and you brush it away, fingers stilling on his temple and sliding down onto his cheek. Stubble scrapes against the skin of your palm and he stares at you through those meadow eyes.

You realize in that moment that he is exactly himself. Of course he is. He’s Sapnap, and everything that encompasses that. Dark and light and fiery and cool. He always has been, and always will be.

You realize you wouldn’t mind if he proposed.

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BTS Reaction || He Walks Out In A Fight [Request]

A/N: I tried to give them all different tropes/AU’s so that it could be different from my other works! I have a mixture of angsty endings and fluffy endings! Sorry guys no part 2 💞💕

SEOKJIN: (Non Idol Au)

Jin stared at you as you accused him of once again cheating on you, his phone was in your hand unlocked but he just stared at you. He knew for a fact that he had nothing to hide from you, that he would never cheat on you since you were the love of his life but no matter what you found a way to say he was cheating. Finding girls names in his contacts and not believing that they were people from work, messages from girls you'd never heard of before all messaging him and asking him questions about his day with flirty suggestive comments attached to them. 

"You have guys in your messages, do you see me kicking off like this?" He asked calmly as he stared at you, you shook your head at him. 

"I tell them I've got a boyfriend unlike you. You just thank them and then give them a compliment!" You yelled out, throwing his phone in his direction as he caught it, looking at the messages to a girl he was supposedly cheating on you with. "Ashley" a guy friend from work who he was going out for a drink with that weekend, 

"You're going out for a drink with her, so tell me. What's she like? Is she pretty?" Jin groaned as you continued to yell out questions about someone called Ashley who you were convinced was a girl when in actual reality he was the newest member of Jin's work. 

"She's a he and we're going to get drinks with work buddies. You're reading too much into this," He was starting to feel defeated as he stared at you but you shook your head. Adamant that he was cheating on you so you just stared at him. 

"It's fine if you want to sleep with other people Jin, I already slept with your best friend." Jin's mouth fell open as he stared at you dumbfounded that you would just openly admit to cheating on him when you had just been ranting and raving about him messaging someone else. 

"Un-fucking-believable," He grumbled as he began walking out of the house but you followed him over to his car, 

"Not nice when it's the other way around is it?!" You snapped as he got into the car and started up his engine, 

"The difference is Y/n, I never cheated." He drove out of the drive way and off into the night, going to stay at a friends place while he cleared his head from you.

YOONGI: (Reader is a Rich CEO)

There was no secret that your relationship with Yoongi wasn't always perfect, every small fight and debate between the two of you were splashed around the headlines since you were a famous CEO which meant cameras followed you everywhere you went. Including secret spending sprees when you told Yoongi that you had an important business meeting instead of a shopping spree. 

"I don't see the big deal with going shopping, it's my money." It was true that you could do whatever you wanted with your money but that wasn't what Yoongi was mad about. He was angry at the fact that you had once again lied to him about where you had been and it was starting to get on his nerves. 

"I've been at home waiting for you, the least you could have done was called." He snapped at you, making you roll your eyes as you shook your head at him.

"I'm too tired for this fight, can we just drop it?" You moaned as you sat down on the sofa waiting for this all to be over but Yoongi wasn't going to drop it this easily. 

"All you do is spend, spend, spend your money! Do you know the only thing you don't do? You never want to spend time with me. We could have had a nice day out but you never bother to!" You rolled your eyes standing up suddenly, 

"Do you have any idea how much of a bitch you sound right now?" The words flew out before you even had time to process what you were saying and Yoongi stared at you a little shocked, 

"You're just jealous because I earn more money than you'll ever make in four years. So yes! I went out and I spent money on myself because I fucking earned it! What's wrong? I didn't spend my money on you?" Yoongi grabbed his coat from the coat rack and you stormed after him, telling him not to walk out of the door or things would be over for good. 

"Great! Then I won't have to deal with you anymore," He yelled at you as you stared back at him just as shocked as he had been when you bought up the fact that you earned more money than him.  You knew it was his biggest insecurity while he was with you, all of the media portrayed him as a money-grabbing man and he was now sure that you felt the same way. 

"You're unbelievable," He told you before walking out of the door, shutting it behind him as he began his walk into the town not wanting to take the car that you'd bought for him.

The media was all over the breakup within days of it happening, everyone taking his side instead of yours as news broke out about what you had said to him in the midst of your fight. It was made clear that Yoongi wasn't going to go back to you even if you begged him to.

HOSEOK: (Non idol AU)

"We have to talk about this," Hoseok said as he stared at you, you were sitting across from him in your kitchen, a positive pregnancy test laid out in front of him as he glanced to and from it. 

"Talk about what?" You whispered as you looked back at Hoseok, you'd hoped when you told him you were pregnant you would be overcome with a wave of relief but you weren't, it only made you worry more and more about it. You'd gone through everything in your head, neither of you was ready to bring a child into the world. Neither of you earned enough to support three people and there was no way the tiny apartment you were living in would be big enough for you two and a growing child. 

"We're too young for this," You shook your head, sliding the test into the bin as you pulled out some papers on adoption, it was the one thing you'd had on your mind since finding out you were pregnant. 

"You want to give our baby away?" His question was laced with venom and you shook your head, 

"We could give a family a new start, someone that's been wanting kids for a while could finally have one." You tried to explain it but Hoseok wasn't listening to reason he began shaking his head, telling you that he wanted to keep the child with you and him. 

"We can be a family-"

"We aren't ready Hoseok! You still act like an immature child! We don't even own a place or car big enough to grow a family. Can't you see this is for the better," You had tears running down your cheeks but Hoseok was shaking his head, all he could hear was how you'd called him an immature child.

"I can provide for us all, I'll give us a good life-"

"I would love to keep them with you but With what? We don't earn enough, we're still too young for this Hobi." But he shook his head at you again, getting up and heading to the door. Further proving your point that he acted like a child whenever he could get his own way. 

"Just walk away like you always do," You mumbled as he slammed the door behind himself. 

A month later Hoseok showed up at your doorstep, flowers in hand with a box. 

"Is this your way of proposing?" You asked unimpressed as you stared at him, the two of you had only been in contact over text messages and neglected to bring up the pregnancy conversation with one another. This was the first time you'd seen him face to face since the fight. 

"Open the box." He sighed putting the flowers down on your counter and watching as you opened the box, frowning when you saw two sets of keys inside. 

"What's this?" You pulled them out and Hoseok smiled, 

"The first is the key to our new minivan and the second is the key to our new place...A house...Somewhere we can raise our little one together...If you want to." Your eyes lit up as you stared at Hoseok wondering how he'd gotten all of this in such a short amount of time.

"I've had the house for a while...I-I'd been doing it up and so I took some paid holidays and finished it. The car is on finance but with my promotion, we can do this." All you did was lean forward and kiss him deeply.

NAMJOON: (Mafia AU)

"Where have you been? I've been calling you all night long!" Namjoon called out as you walked through the door, all night? It wasn't even 5 pm yet. You dropped the bag you'd carried home from work and sighed as he rushed to your sighed, watching you closely. 

"I had a meeting, it ran late. I text you." You whined, hanging up your shoes and coat, not ready for the same long and boring speech that he always gave to you whenever you were late or not somewhere he could see you. 

"You could have gotten hurt, someone could have hurt you." He panicked, taking your face in his hands and turning it in different directions so he could see if you had been hurt or if you were even really you. Lately, he'd been more paranoid than usual and it was starting to bug you with the constant questioning about where you were every minute of every day. 

"I'm fine. I got a ride home with Jimin, Joonie I'm fine." You got out of his grasp and headed towards the kitchen, wanting to get a strong drink if you were going to have to go through the speech about you needing a guard around you. Namjoon was in business with the Mafia and he was dating you which meant you were a walking target, anybody could decide to grab you at any point in time but you didn't want a guard, you didn't want to be protected all of the time. 

"I don't need someone telling me when and where I can't do or go somewhere Namjoon!" You finally snapped as he brought up the idea of a guard once again. The glass was smashed onto the table as you slammed it down too hard and you let out a hiss as you saw some blood coming from a small cut. Namjoon instantly went into panic mode, grabbing onto you and trying to force you to go to the hospital but you backed away from him wanting to scream out. 

"You're so fucking overprotective! Leave me alone! I am fine!" You screamed as you finally reached your breaking point, Namjoon stared at you in silence as he waited to see if you were serious.

"I'm overprotective?"

"Yes! You never let me do anything, do you know how pathetic it is?!" That was all it took, he walked out of the house leaving you in complete silence and on your own as he went to clear his head. 

Namjoon came back to the house the next day to find you curled up in his bed wearing one of his shirts, tear stains down your face. 

"Babe?" He frowned as he walked over to you, dropping his keys onto the counter thinking something was wrong but as soon as you heard him you jumped up. Running over as you wrapped your arms around his neck, begging him not to leave you like that again.

"What happened?" He asked as he pulled away, holding your face as he looked into your eyes ready to kill whoever had hurt you but you shook your head. 

"I-I just realised why you're so protective...I-I should have been more considerate...Last night I couldn't eat or sleep because you weren't here," You began crying again but all he did was wrap his arms around you, kissing the top of your head whispering that he was never going to leave you again while you told him over and over again how sorry you were for what you had said to him.

JIMIN: (Vampire AU)

"I don't want you to spend time with him, why is that a problem?" Jimin questioned as he stared at you, you were staring back at him while shaking your head. 

"Because you're acting like a jealous teenager," You mumbled, folding your arms over your chest as you raised your eyebrows at your boyfriend who was being a jealous, overprotective and possessive boyfriend. 

"I am a teenager," You sprinted over to him with your vampiric speed and tilted your head to the side, 

"We're both 248 years old...How do you work that out," The two of you had been together for almost 222 years, both of you had changed into vampires when you were 26-years old after almost dying in a terrible accident. A doctor decided to change you both at the same time and took you in as his own, now you were acting as young as you could get away with. Ageing in different towns. Currently, you were portraying 18-years-old in a college together as a couple. 

"It's just a study session with Justin, he needs my help in biology," You reassured Jimin that there was nothing going on between you and Justin but Jimin didn't see it the way you did. He saw Justin as a threat, he was younger than both of you and human...What if you decided you wanted to be with Justin instead and changed him into one of you or worse. What if Justin found out what you were and threatened to expose you to everyone? Jimin's grip tightened on you and you stared at him, 

"I'll be fine," A car honked from outside the library and you looked out of the window, Justin was there waiting for you. 

"Don't go. You don't know him! He could hurt you," You rolled your eyes at Jimin before shaking your head, 

"You're so possessive and jealous, it's boring Jimin!" In all your years of being together, you'd never once called him boring or possessive or jealous and it hurt to know that's how you felt about him. As if you could see the dials turning in his head you tried to tell him you didn't mean it but he'd already run out of the building in the blink of an eye leaving you alone there.

Jimin could sense there was something wrong the second you walked through the door and it wasn't because you had blood on your shirt which he knew for a fact wasn't yours since you didn't bleed. 

"What happened?" He rushed to your side holding your face as you stared at him, 

"He knew. He knew about what we were...I-I had to take care of it," You mumbled as you dropped a bag down onto the floor, Jimin already knew what was inside from the smell of blood coming to his nose as he looked at it before looking back at you.

"I should have listened to you...You're always right," You mumbled as you told Jimin you both needed to get out of the city and fast since you didn't know if Justin had already told people what he knew or not. Luckily for you and Jimin it was just the two of you on the run, if you were with the rest of your family it would have been a lot harder.

TAEHYUNG: ( Friends with benefits trope)

It hadn't meant to come out this way, you and Taehyung were just supposed to be sex buddies but on what planet did that ever actually work out? None was the answer. It was a dumb idea to have if you thought it was ever going to work, 

"I told you I didn't want a relationship when we started this, what's the big deal?" You questioned as Taehyung began rushing around to find his clothes you'd torn off him earlier that night. He let out a tut as he shook his head disapprovingly at you, 

"I thought maybe you'd changed your mind, maybe you'd grown a heart and decided to let someone love you!" You rolled your eyes at him as if this was some sort of romantic movie or novel that would result in you loving one another. 

"We're friends! Nothing will change that," You tried to tell him but he just scoffed at you not wanting to listen to it all over again, 

"Last time I checked, friends don't fuck each other the way we do," You shook your head at him, 

"You're unbelievable! How could you think I would ever love you like that?!" The world seemed to stop moving and you were left staring at one another from across your bedroom floor. Taehyung's eyes were red as he started to cry but you didn't feel guilt. You told him from the start that you didn't want to deal with the emotions of being in a relationship, that what was going on between you was just sex. 

"Did you really just say that?" Tears rolled down his cheeks as he waited for you to answer him, 

"It's just sex. I don't like you like that," He nodded his head as he dressed himself, walking out of the apartment and slamming the door so hard your picture frame fell off the wall and smashed onto the floor leaving you to stare at it as he stormed off. 

Four months later you were walking around the mall with some friends when you bumped into Taehyung with a group of his friends, you locked eyes with one another and you didn't know if you should have waved or kept your head down but Taehyung answered it for you. Turning his face away from you and talking with the guys as though he hadn't even seen you standing there in front of him, you couldn't blame him after what you'd said to him though so you just kept walking, not looking over your shoulder.

JUNGKOOK: ( Idol x Reader)

You sighed as Jungkook continued to yell at you for going out when he specifically told you not to, it wasn't as though he was keeping you in the house all of the time or being overly protective of you. That weekend he had plans to spend the entire time with you, wanting to be alone for a while instead of with the boys or your friends but you'd snuck out the night before and didn't come back until the early hours. Still drunk as you stood across from Jungkook in the living room, 

"Can you stop yelling? I have a headache," You mumbled to him wanting nothing more than to head up to your bed and forget the night before even happened. 

"This was the first time we would have been alone together in a while, can you blame me for missing you?" Your back was turned to him so he didn't see you roll your eyes at the statement so you just walked up the stairs to the bedroom, falling down onto the mattress as you let out a huge sigh. 

"I just want to sleep," You moaned at him, rolling over so your head was buried between the pillows and the sunlight wasn't hurting your eyes anymore, 

"Didn't you miss me?" You stayed silent as Jungkook questioned you, walking back into the room with a sad expression written across his face. He figured you must have missed him as much as he missed you during the week, you hardly got to see one another thanks to his busy schedule at the studios. 

"It's just like when you go on tour. It's no big deal. I'm used to it," You drunkenly mumbled into the pillow, closing your eyes as you saw no problem with what you had said but to Jungkook it felt as though you'd taken his heart from his chest and stomped it into the ground. 

"You don't miss me? Do you even love me?" You let out a groan at his question, rolling over to face him. He had tears running down his cheeks as he stared at you, waiting for you to answer him he had fears running around his head at what you might say but nothing could have prepared him for it.

"Do you have any idea how fucking clingy you sound right now?" You grumbled before laying back down, staring at the ceiling while Jungkook stormed out of the room. Slamming the door behind him as he headed into the spare bedroom for the night, he'd heard enough from you. 

The next morning when you finally emerged from the bedroom you found Jungkook sitting in the living room eating lunch on his own, 

"Morning baby, what time did I come in?" You questioned tiredly as you sat down beside him, attempting to cuddle up beside him but he shifted away from your touch. 

"Babe?" You frowned looking at him as he continued to stare at the screen that had some old sit-com running instead of at you. You went to touch his arm but he got up, 

"I don't want to be too clingy for you." He snapped and that was when it hit you. Memories of the night before came flooding back to you as you groaned at him. 

"J-Jungkook, I didn't mean it, I was drunk-"

"Drunk words are sober thoughts," He snapped before heading into the kitchen to clean up but you weren't going to let him get away with that, you just rushed over to him. Wrapping your arms around him from behind and burying your face in his back, 

"I know you're going away s-soon...I was pushing you away so I wouldn't feel so hurt when you go on tour," You explained your backwards way of thinking and you felt Jungkook's body physically relax as he realised you weren't serious the night before. 

"It was dumb and I should have said something to you instead of just acting like a bitch," He nodded in agreement, letting you say everything you needed to say before the two of you spent the day with your hangover on the sofa together.

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