#I’m glad I’m never having children now because like listen… I get it’s gonna be exposed to shit at some point

[softceleste]

Question for y’all, I’m trying to see if I’m in the wrong / being a bitch for assuming the answer is yes.

[zombiec]

Crush | Toji Fushiguro

(Reader Gender not specified but reader has male genitalia)

(Sukuna and itadori are twins) (Megumi, Sukuna, and itadori are in kindergarten)

Synopsis ☆: You may have a small crush on your sons friends dad and he may have a crush on you back

Warnings: Breeding kink, choking , degradation , ass eating , nipple play (a little bit)

“Sukuna please get off that!!!” ”no!” You sighed. You haven’t even stepped inside the class yet and one of your kids was already causing problems. Atleast you know your other demon child wasn’t acting out. “Yuuji don’t climb up there too. I just told your brother to get down ” you dead panned. They’re both trouble makers. It was pick up time at their kindergarten and you were honestly kind of early. You love your sons with all your heart but they’re so much trouble, especially when put together. You told the school to put them in different classes but they didn’t listen. Whose fault is that? Not yours, you warned them.

You felt bad for their teacher though. Ms.Russell, She was really sweet. She has long, black, wavy hair and is chubby. She’s also really short, like 5’4. You honestly find her really adorable. On teacher appreciation day and holidays you always bring her gift cards because you feel bad she got stuck with your kids.

You walked inside the class filled with little children running around. You spotted the twins, standing on top of a book shelf that’s atleast 4 feet tall. ‘Oh my fucking god.’ You see Ms.Russel infront of sukuna and yuuji looking worried, and trying to coax them into coming down. Sukuna is just laughing in her face, while you saw yuuji jump down from the shelf and run off to his friend. You let out a huff and walk towards them. “Sukuna” he flinches at the stern tone in your voice. He immediately stops laughing at the teacher and jumps off the shelf. Ms.Russel looks at you and sighs in relief.

“Oh Mr.itadori! I’m so glad you’re here, he just wouldn’t listen to me today” you smiled at her relief but then frowned after realizing Sukuna was causing her trouble all day “Hi Ms.Russell, I’m sorry about him I’m sure he would like to apologize” you said nudging Sukuna who was standing beside you looking at the floor with a frown, fidgeting with his fingers. “I’m sorry Ms Russell,this will not happen again ” he reluctantly said. He’s had to apologize so many times he knows exactly what to say. “Now go get your things so we can leave” Sukuna walked away with a little frown on his face. He knows once you 3 get home that he’s gonna be in trouble.

“DADDYYYY” you heard your other hard headed child yell running towards you. He jumped and you caught him. Yuuji giggled and you laughed poking his nose. You looked to Ms.Russell and asked “was this one good today?” Yuuji took a little offense to that. “Hey! I’m always good” you looked at him with a ‘are you serious’ look. He just hugged you to hide his face in your neck out of embarrassment.

“Yes he was good today, I didn’t have to tell him multiple times to listen like usual” you silently cheered. “Good job yuuji” he giggled and signaled for you to put him down. You put him down and he went to get his things. Ms.Russel walked away from you seeing other parents start to enter. Both Sukuna and yuuji come over with their things on. “You ready to go boys” you said ready to dip. “Wait can we stay till megumis dad comes” yuuji yelled out. You don’t know why he’s always so loud but oh well. “Pleaseeeee” both twins said in unison. You looked at them with your eyebrow raised ‘Did they plan that?’ “Fine” you said and sat in one of the really short chairs that were for kindergarteners. Sukuna and yuuji dropped their bags off by your leg and went to play with megumi.

You knew megumi and his father. They literally live right across from you. You can’t even lie you think his dad is so sexy. He’s got muscular arms but a slim waist, his thighs look so thick and soft you just want him to lock them around your head and never let go. His hooded eyes that look almost seductive, and that scar on his lip made him look alluring. How could you even forget about his big fat titties. The way they bulge through his shirts, you just be wanting to rip his shirt off and take him whenever you see him.

Pulling you out of your thoughts about the spikey haired boys father Sukuna, Megumi, and Yuuji came over. “Daddy can we have a sleepover with Megumi?” Sukuna asked you. “You can’t you two are going to uncle Gojos house this weekend” “aw man I forgot about that” yuuji said and walked away sadly with megumi and a sulking Sukuna.

You heard the door open and looked towards it. In walked the one and only Toji fushiguro. You almost started drooling. He was wearing a blue, black, and white windbreaker jacket with grey sweat shorts. His sexy tan muscular legs on display. You watched him walk towards megumi and talk to him. The way his lips moved was so attractive his plump pink lips, they look so juicy and cute you just wanted to kiss him breathless. You were so mesmerized you didn’t even realize he was walking towards you.

“You just gonna keep staring?” He had a slight smirk on his face that you wanted to wipe off. You stood up “what’s gonna happen if I don’t” he chuckled. “I’d say you have a little crush on me” his gorgeous eyes held a playful and teasing gaze, you were hypnotized “he does” you both jumped a little and looked to your left. Your son yuuji was standing there staring up at you and Toji with an innocent look.”he does have a crush on you” Your kids knew you liked Toji. They seen the way you looked at him when he’s doing yard work or doing literally anything. You weren’t embarrassed at all. You’ve been meaning to ask out Toji but your schedule got in the way.

“Really?” Toji asked yuuji who nodded. “Yea he said you’re really handsome especially while doing yard work” alright now he was embarrassing you. You nervously chuckled and told yuuji to go stand by the door with Sukuna and megumi. Toji looked at you and grinned “so you have a crush on me?” You stepped a little closer towards him “I guess you could say that.” Before anything else could be said you were yelled at “DADDY LETS GO” you smirked looking at Toji your gaze lingering on him until you reached your children. “Sukuna and yuuji let’s go” you 3 walked out to your car.

The Next day after that was Saturday and your kids were at their uncle Gojos house. You missed your babies because now you have nothing to do. Suddenly the bell rang. You stood up from your comfortable spot on the couch and walked to the door. Opening it you were surprised to see Toji there. “Oh! What’re you doing here” “Megumi is with his mother” you didn’t understand where he was going with this till he pushed you inside your house and closed the door behind you. “What’re you doi-“ “shut up” Toji said as he pulled you by your shirt and kissed you.

You immediately kissed him back and pushed him up against the door. Toji groaned and pulled you closer by the back of your neck. You pick him up and brought him to the couch. You sat on the couch while you placed Toji on your lap . You groaned and pressed his ass on your buldge. He moaned and rubbed his ass on it “I want it” you smirked and wrapped your hand around his throat “beg for it ” you put light pressure on the hand that was wrapped around tojis neck and you felt his breath hitch

“Please~ please I need it so bad” you flipped Toji on the couch and spread his legs open. You kissed down his neck and left hickies on his skin. When you sat back up and looked down at him you were mesmerized. His eyes looked dazed and his lips were pink and puffy from the kiss. His neck littered with purple hickies and his legs wide open. You pulled your shirt off and slipped off your shorts. You then leaned down to Toji and nudged at his shirt “this is in the way” you said then ripped off his white wife beater. Toji gasped and lightly hit your arm “why’d you do that i could’ve just taken it off.” You shrugged and said “too much work” before Toji could respond he got cut off with a high pitch moan when you licked at one of his nipples. “Ah~ s-stop” you ignored his words and grabbed at his other titty to flick and pinch at his pink puffy nipple.

You moved to his other nipple to do the same and his back arched into you. You kissed down to his waist line and pulled down his sweatpants. He was NOT wearing any underwear. You chuckled and slapped his thigh. “You really came over here with no underwear on? You wanted it that bad?” “S-shut up.” You took his pants all the way off and spread his legs wide open to see his pink hole.

You leaned down to his hole and stuck your tongue inside. “Ah~ w-what’re you doing sto~” he tried to push your head away but you slapped his hand away and gripped his thighs. Pulling him closer so your tongue can hit deeper into his ass. You wriggled your tongue around in his hole and he squeezed his thighs around your head. You felt a bump which you believed was his prostate by the way he immediately snapped his legs shut around your head and squealed. “FUCK RIGHT THERE RIGHT THERE PLEASE~” he was grinding back on your tongue and you started eating him out more aggressively.

You could tell he was about to cum by the way his body started to shake. “Fuck k-keep going I-I’m going to cum” his head snapped back but right before he could cum you pulled away. “No no no no What’re you doing please….” He begged he looked so fucked out and he hadn’t even had your dick burried in him yet.

You ignored his pleas and turned him around so he’s on his hands and knees on the couch. “What’re you-“ you slapped his ass so he could shut up. He let out a loud moan at the action. You smirked “you liked that slut?” He let out a little whimper and you grabbed him by his hair. You spread his ass cheeks open and guided your dick in his hole. He moaned so loud. “I only put the tip in and you’re already moaning like a little bitch” tojis eyes widened. What do you mean you only put the tip in? He already felt like you were stretching him so much. You pushed the rest of yourself in him and he felt himself start tearing up. Your dick is so big and is stretching him so wide.

You didn’t move for a few to let Toji adjust to your size. You didn’t think you were that big you were like 7 or 8 inches, it was slightly thick and you were circumcised. You were pretty confident in your dick size. Pulling you out of your thoughts you felt Toji move back a little on your dick signaling for you to start. You moved your hand from his hair and wrapped it around his neck once again. You started to fuck into him causing him to arch his back and push back into you.

“F-Fuck Toji your hole is so tight” you’ve had enough. You get up and grab him by his hips fucking into him. Toji is loving this by the way he moans and practically screams. He just loves how your big cock is destroying his ass he needs you to breed him. He wants to bear your children. He knows he can’t get pregnant but he can’t help but imagine having your kids in addition to the kids you both have now. He’s close to cumming and he’s going to get you to cum inside him. “SHIT IM GONNA CUM IM GONNA CUM” you pull him up still having your hand wrapped around his neck, gripping hard enough he can hardly breathe but he’s loving it.

“Me too, Come on baby cum for me” you bring your hand down to his dick and stroke if in a fast pace. Driving Toji insane he tries to move your hand away because he’s feeling too overstimulated “I-I can’t stop~” you slap his hand away “don’t move my hand you can take it” you used his pre cum to spread it around his head and use it as a type of lube. You rubbed up and down his dick and you could tell by the way he was twitching he was about to cum “come on baby let’s cum together” “yes yes cum in me fill me up” ‘Jesus Christ he was such a whore for your cock’ “you want me to fill this hole and give you my kids” “FUCK YESSSSSS~” you both came simultaneously. You filled him up to the brim a little slipped out.

Toji fell on the couch and was breathing heavily. “You okay?” You said kind of worried. “I’m great.” He said smiling a little “Come on let’s wash you up.”

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This is my first time posting I hope y’all enjoyed >.<

I had to re edit bc apparently a whole 2 paragraphs got deleted 😭😭but you guys still ate it up

@xozombiee

[nivisdreaming]

4 words

Hard dick

Grey Sweatpants

exactly. you get me.

Summary: Eddie’s thrilled to finally have his own place. Or at least, mostly his, since he does have a new roommate. A roommate that’s starting to give him some troubles, since she can’t seem to keep it down, and the walls aren’t all that thick. But, maybe she doesn’t actually mind all that much?

WC: ~1.8k

Tags: Roommates to lovers, mutual pining, a touch of emotional angst, fem!reader, 2nd POV, surprisingly un-smutty, cliffhanger, but still, exhibitionism, voyuerism, daddy kink, f!masturbation, vibrator use, mentioned m!masturbation, dry humping, bondage, heavy dom/sub undertones, implied oral (m!receiving)

“I’m gonna have to fucking move out. That’s my only option.” Eddie rests his forehead against the cool metal of the table in front of him with a thump.

“Don’t be so dramatic, I’m sure there’s something else you two can work out!”

“He has plenty of options, Stevie, however he is incapable of all of them because they include talking to pretty girls, something Edward Munson clearly has a chronic phobia of,” Robin chimes in as she lifts a french fry to her mouth. Eddie rolls his eyes despite knowing she can’t see them and lets out a long groan.

“What would I even say to her?? ‘Hey by the way, our apartment has the thinnest fucking walls in existence and I can hear every time you get off and it keeps getting me fucking hard so I would appreciate if you could not!’”

Steve makes an indigent sound. “Wait, hold your horses, you never mentioned this was a mutual thing Munson! This isn’t just a noise complaint, this is you dragging your roommate into your kink escapades, handcuffs on the wall guy!-“ He’s cut off by Robin bursting into laughter and throwing a playful punch to his arm.

Eddie grumbles a complaint and looks upwards just to fold his arms across his chest in annoyance. A pout crosses his face as Steve chuckles with Robin. “In my defense, it’s not like she didn’t get there on her own just fine,” he mutters, giving another roll of his eyes.

Robins jaw drops, “Wait, hold on, what?” Steve’s eyes fly between Eddie and Robin as he tries to puzzle out Eddie’s statement, his hand frozen over the basket of fries he was reaching into.

Now it’s Eddie turn to laugh, just glad he can finally find some humor out of this interaction with his friends. “I know I told you guys she was the total innocent type when I moved in, but, based on what I’ve been hearing… I assumed wrong,” he says with a smirk. He looks between Steve and Robin, both of them stunned into silence for a moment while Eddie takes another sip of his drink. “It would be easier if she was like, a vanilla girl or something, but god help me, I’m not allowed a bit of that Munson luck for once in my life. I just get to listen to her practically begging to be taken while knowing she’s not actually mine to be taken.”

Robin’s thoughts finally seem to reboot as she gives a clearing shake to her head. Steve shoots a nervous glance around them, trying to make sure there’s no children in range who could possibly overhear this, while she takes a long slurp from her milkshake. “Okay, but consider, could she be?”

Eddie raises an eyebrow. “Could she be what?”

“Yours for the taking, dummy. If you’re really.. overhearing as often as you say you are, there’s no way someone else has a claim on her, right? I fail to see the blockage here. Besides the you part of the equation, but that’s fixable bud!”

“Hey! First of all, ouch, my ego! Second of all, I’m not gonna fuck my roommate. I’m not even going to ask to fuck my roommate, because that’s weird and like you said I’m me!” Eddie scoffs and downs the rest of his soda. “Neither of you are helpful, and I’m not spending the last 13 minutes of my lunch break being made fun of,” he climbs out of his seat and pulls on his jacket, “Sayonara, suckers!” He turns to leave, but Steve grabs him by the sleeve.

“Eddie. Look, I know Robin and I joke, but seriously. I’ve seen how you look at her and how she looks at you. You’re not as bad as you think, you know that? This isn’t Hawkins High anymore, you’re not ‘The Freak’, you’re Eddie Munson, the cool metal-rocker she shares an apartment with.” Eddie shoots him an unimpressed stare. “I’m not saying do anything you don’t want to, okay? Just… keep your options open, okay?” Steve pulls away from Eddie to scratch the nape of his neck nervously. Eddie nods and sidesteps around him, leaving Steve to depart back to Robin while he briskly makes the 10 minute walk back to the garage.

—

By the time Eddie makes it home from work his roommate is already holed up in their room, but when Eddie enters his shared-wall bedroom, he is met with silence on her end.

He tosses his jacket off and flops onto the bed, a heavy sigh escaping his lips as he reflects on his day. Work was the usual, a few bitchy customers but nothing out of the ordinary. It’s his lunch with Robin and Steve that’s really eating at him, running circles around his mind and planting ideas in his head that previously he would have only entertained as fantasies. He hates it, how dirty it makes him feel, to imagine his innocent, introverted roommate pinned underneath him and making those sweet mewling sounds at his touch instead of her own, but he can only suppress his urges for so long, especially when he hears the mechanical buzzing start sounding through the wall.

They didn’t necessarily start as dirty thoughts. At first, he was imagining making dinner for you, stirring a big pot of mac and cheese while you sat next to him atop the counter, legs swinging back and forth while he let you ramble your day just to enjoy the sound of your voice in his ears. Then it shifted to eating the dinner in front of TV, you curled up into his side while you ate and giggled at one of the cheesy rom-coms you roped him into watching. Then he was placing a kiss on your cheek just to watch you get flustered, and you were getting brave and leaning in for a full kiss, and if he squeezed his eyes shut he could imagine the sighs coming from the other room were his to inhale. His breath to steal from your lips as he trailed down your neck, marking you with red and purple fireworks until there was no covering up how he was corrupting your innocence. His.

A high-pitched whimper snapped him out of his daydreams, followed by a harsh huff. He barely had time to register that the whirring sound had ceased when a knock came from his door as it was nudged open.

“Hey Eddie? Do you have any batteries I can borrow?” Eddie flies up to a sitting position, making eye contact with the meek figure standing in his doorway. You’ve got a blanket wrapped around your body, held together with a tight grip in the front to keep yourself completely covered. Or, almost completely covered, because the blanket bunches behind you as you shuffle, revealing your bare legs up to the tops of your knees. Eddie can’t seem to keep his eyes on yours anymore.

You shift uncomfortably under his gaze, but take a step into the room, not away. “Eddie, you’re… staring,” you take another step forward, “This.. might seem a bit weird, but I really like those pants on you. Especially like this.”

Eddie lets out a high pitched squeak as he takes in his own grey sweatpants, and the outline of his erection that clearly showing through them. He lurches to grab a nearby pillow to cover himself, but a hand around his wrist stops him. In front of him, you’ve allowed the blanket to fall away in favor of halting his movement, revealing yourself to be nothing but a pair a white cotton panties with a very visible wet splotch. “Just wait a second,” you release his hand and lean over to shut his door and lock it. When you turn back around, Eddie is wide-eyed and disheveled, as if starstruck by you. “I was gonna let you make the first move with all of this, but I think the endorphin rush has got me all confident, so I’m just gonna go for it,” You return to Eddie’s bedside and place one hand on each of his shoulders before swinging your leg across his lap and sitting directly atop him, laying your crotch right on his.

Eddie gasps and involuntarily bucks his hips upwards at the sudden pressure, further encouraging you. “I know you’ve been listening to me. The thin walls thing goes both ways, I can hear when you get off with me. Was hoping you wouldn’t make me ask for it, but I can’t wait anymore,” you whisper in his ear as you begin to grind, rutting your hips against his to stimulate your clit. You sigh happily at the feeling of his hands trailing up your back, glad to finally receive his warm touch, but his grip on your waist is quick to turn harsh as he forces your movement to stop. You’re ripped away from him as he flips you over, pushing you to your back so he can place his weight on your own.

“You wanted me to ask? All this time, all I had to do was ask?” He gathers both your wrists in one hand and pins them above your head while the other finds purchase pinching and pulling at your exposed nipple, triggering you to whine and squirm under him. His eyes meet yours again, and the uncharacteristically dark look in them sends a shiver through you. “God, darling, I am going to make you beg. Trust me, when I’m done with you, there will be no asking, just you pleading for mercy.” He releases your hands and pulls away from your breasts to unbuckle his belt and tug it off, fastening it into a set a restraints that you willingly slip your wrists through. “Safeword is Metallica. You can’t talk, you slap me twice anywhere. Either way, that’s the only way this stops. Am I clear?” You nod as a response, but a soft palm cradles your cheek and lifts your chin upwards.

“Words, princess. While you still have them.” His thumb strokes a soothing pattern along your jaw.

You can feel your heartbeat racing, and the fuzzy feeling in your head makes a full sentence hard to put together, but the gentle touch lures you to a moment of grounding. “Yes, I understand Eddie. Metallica or two slaps if I can’t take anymore.”

He snickers and gives a gentle pat to your cheek before pulling back. “Make that a ‘sir’ or a ‘daddy’ next time, sweet girl.” He climbs off from on top of you to tug off his t-shirt and sweats, leaving his inked skin and hairy chest for you to ogle at. You tug on your restraints with a slight whine, disappointed by your inability to reach out and touch him.

“On your knees, baby. Your hands may be indisposed, but I can still put that useful little mouth of yours to work.” Eddie pulls his boxers off from around his ankles and tosses them behind him as he stands at the edge of the bed. You shuffle towards him eagerly.

“Yes daddy.”

[catghoul31]

I Just Wanted To Feed Some Ducks, For Christ's Sake

Wade was just having a @poolverine-week Day 4: First Date with Logan, when out of nowhere, a close-minded jerkwad of a dad decides to harass them! He deals with it in typical Deadpool fashion, but accidentally reveals something about himself along the way. Will Logan still love him? Or will he hate him forever and ever and never, ever talk to him again??

(...Spoiler alert: everything was fine. Psh, I wasn't even worried!! Why'd you think I'd ever be worried...?)

Content Warnings: Homophobia and Transphobia (directed at logan and wade)

Read it under the cut, or on ao3!

This was probably the happiest Deadpool had been in about a decade… and all he was doing was throwing corn and peas at ducks at the park!! Oh, but his Logan was there, and today, that made all the difference. 

A couple days ago, they’d exchanged their first “I love you”s, kissed each other until their lips got sore, and signed marriage documents. That third one would’ve only been true if he’d taken Vanessa’s advice at face value, sure- but it was official now!! Deadpool and Wolverine were an item. No queerbaiting, no sending one partner to superhell, and not an ounce of homophobia to be found! This story would be really short, because it was honestly just an excuse for Wade to tell all you guys that he was feeding ducks with Wolvie right now. Wasn’t that an adorable thought in these trying times? He sure was glad no one was gonna ruin it, and he could just lean against him and kiss him on the cheek all cutely-

“Hey, what the hell-? You can’t be doing that around my kids!!”

FUCK.

Okay, Wade, calm down. Maybe there’s some other weirdo who decided to waltz over here naked or something, and that’s who he’s talking to? 

No- no, this guy was walking over to them- and there goes that cute little smile on Logan’s face. Why does this author keep making us deal with shit like this…? I just wanted to feed some ducks, for Christ’s sake!

“I don’t remember asking you, dickhead,” Logan grumbled lowly, and Wade would recognize that tone anywhere… That was only ever how he spoke if he was seconds away from introducing the claws to someone’s face!! He needed to humble this Karen-in-training now, before his peanut gave that guy a real reason to get them kicked out!!

The rando who thought he was the king of this public park scoffed at the show of aggression, crossing his arms. “No, listen to me!! I don’t care if you two want to be freaks in private, but I won’t have my children seeing this nonsense-“

“Nonsense?? We’re just feeding some ducks, lady!!” Wade interjected, stepping in between both the fuming, borderline rabid monster man and Logan. “I know that sounds concerning, but that bucket’s full of mixed vegetables! No white bread here, we know that’s bad for them, so I promise your kids won’t pick up any bad habits-“

“God, shut up!! You know exactly what I’m talking about- this gay shit… ” he hissed, as if ‘gay’ was a four-letter word or something, while gesturing at them as though they were some spectacle. He really could’ve picked… any of their other adventures, if spectacle was what he wanted. He was clearly new here, since Deadpool knew he’d gotten a lot fruitier than this!! But whatever- so much for no homophobia, right?

“Oh, come on!! ” Wade said, in the middle of a few barks of laughter. “ That’s the problem you have with us?? In the year of our lord 2024… I mean, I’m a fucking merc, and you’ll probably find out what’s going on with my super-friend here if you keep bugging us,” he quipped, smirking at how fucking pissed Logan looked. He’d have no problem calming him down later, if you know what I mean… ;) But he was honestly curious- what lore was behind the stick up this man’s ass?

“Please, though, tell me how me giving this little guy a little kissy-kissy affects your children, who are currently throwing handfuls of dirt at each other 200 feet away from us where they can’t possibly see us,” Wade snarked, scratching Logan’s head as said little guy continued growling threateningly at the man. “Easy now, tiger…” he soothed, to absolutely no avail.

The loving, accepting individual in front of them cringed at the exchange before them, nearly looking ready to spit on Wade. Hey, he’d gladly open his mouth for him!! “You don’t see a single problem with this?? Ignoring how fucked up whatever that guy’s doing to me is-“

“I’ll show you fucked up, you sad, bigoted waste of-“

“Hey, hey!! We’re having a civil conversation here, Logan- I am so sorry. He’s not used to new faces, but I’ve been working on socializing him-“ Wade joked again, shutting up as soon as he felt the pricks of his claws brush his hand. They had to keep it cool, blood-free and stuff, because they had to think of the kids, right??

“-I don’t want my, or any other kid, going around thinking it’s okay for two men to be treating each other like women! God, you two are sick…”

Immediately, a lightbulb went off in Wade’s head. Without thinking, he said exactly what was on his mind, because oh my god it sounded so fucking funny to him- 

“Well… how do you know I’m not a woman?”

Dead silence followed his statement. Logan wasn’t even snarling at the dude anymore, and the dude himself was looking at him like Tails did in that one MS Paint comic panel that made him crack up every time he saw it. Fucking brilliant.

“…Because you have a penis?? What kind of question is that, you freak?!” he yelled, and Wade felt Logan tense up in defense once again.

“Woah, woah- and how do you know that?? Get your mind out of my pants- and maybe yourself away from this lake, if you want to keep your… everything intact,” he said, tightening the arm he had around his honey badger as he glared daggers into this dickwad. Truthfully, he was this close to just letting him go- it’d be so funny!! Except his kids were supposedly here, so…

“Ohh my fucking-“ The male Karen- Kyle?- whoever he was- his brain was officially broken. Wade loved to see it!! “Just- get out!! Degenerates like you shouldn’t be allowed anywh- HOLY SHIT!!”

Snikt!! Oh, that was one of Wade’s Top 3 Favorite Sounds Of All Time for sure… and the full flash of claws from Logan finally had this dude running away with his nonexistent tail between his legs. “Awh, good boy!!” Wade praised, patting his back affectionately. “You showed him, didn’t you-?”

“Just… just shut up,” Logan said, though there wasn’t any anger in his voice anymore. Just exhaustion- and confusion? Oh… oh no… “Let’s just go home, okay, bub?”

Wade furrowed his brows- if they left now, it meant that guy won, didn’t it? But then he realized, once again- that “joke” about him possibly being a woman? Not nearly as much of a joke, as it turned out!! Did… Did Logan even know about stuff like this? Shit, he might’ve said too much in the heat of the moment… This could be bad.

“Yeah… yeah, peanut. Let’s go…”

—

An awkward silence settled over them both as they walked home. Quite unusual, since usually Wade was yapping about anything and everything whenever they’d go anywhere, even before this little date of theirs!! But he wasn’t in the mood for that- he didn’t even reach for his hand, when he’d been holding it the entire time while they were walking here. He was too anxious over what Logan must think of him now… or maybe he was worried over nothing, and Logan did really just take it as a joke? Wade really hoped that was the case…

Logan abruptly stopped in his tracks, right before they got to their apartment complex, and turned to face Wade. “Wanna tell me what that was about, bub?” he rasped, his tone just accusatory enough to have his blood pressure spiking.

“That Karen??” Wade said, hoping beyond hope that that’s what he meant. “Oh, just a dipshit in public, and you didn’t actually hurt him, so we’re probably fine-“

“No, Wade. What you said. About…” Logan shook his head, tilting his head at Wade with his brow furrowed in confusion… and concern? “…I’m sorry, I just gotta know if you… meant that. If you’d rather I call you… are- are you trans or something??”

…Okay, that was close , and technically correct- but no, Wade wasn’t a woman. Not entirely, anyways... Logan didn’t seem disgusted by the idea, so that part of Wade’s worries was able to shut up!! But… god, this was gonna get even more confusing. “I… well…” Wade paused for a second, trying to figure out how to put this.

“Not judging you here, bub. Just… trying to make sure, so I didn’t accidentally-“

“No- no!! I’m not- well… okay, you’re gonna have to stay with me here, peanut. Alright?” Wade asked, his gaze flitting away from Logan and suddenly finding the cracks in the sidewalk very, very interesting. The gruff man slowly nodded, looking at him patiently.

“I’m not… not a man. But I’m also… not not a woman, either? I might also be some secret third thing, don’t worry about it- just, I don’t really even care that much!! Trust me!! It’s just…” Wade nervously chuckled- it seemed so simple in his mind, but Logan had to be so confused right now, right? “…You don’t gotta change anything with my name or nothing, it’s just- a long while back, I kinda figured out that… my gender, it’s… more complex than just a man?? If that makes any sense…?”

Logan was looking at Wade, trying to decipher his words. As soon as Wade saw that face, his heart dropped- he knew that would all be too much too soon… Maybe he should just pretend he was joking after all? It’d be much easier that way-

“…Okay? I can’t say I’ve heard of that before, but… Wade. You know I don’t give a fuck, right?” For a moment, Wade glanced up at Logan, really hoping he wasn’t calling him ridiculous or anything. It was always hard to explain this to people, which is why he usually just… didn’t! But Logan wouldn’t have let him lie about it… he never let him lie about anything anymore!! Something about being able to “smell when he’s lying” or some shit?

“That- no, that sounded bad, what I’m trying to say is…” Logan reached forward to grab his hand again, and Wade felt his heart calm down and fill itself with butterflies at the same damn time. “If… if that’s what you are, I don’t mind. Whatever it is- you know what, just throw the Wikipedia page at me if it has a name, okay?”

Genderfluid. Wade had figured that out with Vanessa long ago, and learning what that meant, why he felt like he fit in with both men and women- but also neither category truly felt like… him? Her? Them, even-? was a massive breath of fresh air at the time. And… Logan was willing to learn. All for him…? Oh, he knew he’d picked right!! Thank God he hadn’t picked the vaguely problematic Logan from the early comic days on accident or something…

“You… you mean it, Logan? I didn’t just blow your mind in a bad way…?” Wade huffed uncomfortably, still not quite believing what he’d just said.

“Ah,” Logan waved off his concerns, stepping closer to give him a hug. Oh, he could cry- Logan hugs were the best… “You’re still Wade, aren’t ya? We’re mutants- people like him hate us for a lot of reasons. Just because I don’t understand something… doesn’t mean it’s any of my business. And- bub…” He stepped back a bit, giving Wade that soft, caring look that always melted his heart. “I’ll try my best to understand. For your sake, alright? I love you…”

Wade genuinely smiled, for the first time since that shitbag ruined their nice day out. “I love you too, peanut. Thanks… really. This means a lot…” he muttered, squeezing him tight before he pulled away.

In return, Logan gave Wade’s hand a tight squeeze. God- always had to try and break his fingers, huh? “No problem, bub…” He muttered something under his breath, making Wade’s heart skip a beat since it sounded suspiciously like, “You mean a lot, so…”

With that heartwarming coming-out story out of the way, they walked back to their apartment as though nothing had happened… and in a way, it really hadn’t!

Because they had each other, didn’t they? And no one's stupid opinion of them would get in the way of their love, no matter how loud and annoying they were about it…

[whyse7vn]

BABY FEVER -

[ ot7 x reader ]

TAEHYUNG -

tae: have my cubs

y/n: STOP TALKING TO ME NOW

tae: i want 8

y/n: i’ve actually never been so srs in my life

let’s break up

like fr

i’m over this relationship i’m over you

tae: i can settle for 5 if it’s too much

y/n: let’s settle for a break up

tae: our little family 🥺

y/n: i would rather shoot myself

tae: why?

y/n: WHY?

are you really asking my why rn?

tae: yeah??

y/n: “have my cubs”

tae: i can’t get pregnant what is wrong with you

someone didn’t go to school 😭😭

y/n: who in their right mind says shit like that

tae: me??

y/n: stop talking to me

tae: babe

i’m being for real

y/n: i know

and i’m scared

tae: don’t be scared

i’ll protect you

and the kids

real alpha i am

y/n: stop

tae: are you getting emotional?

omg are you pregnant rn?????

hormones and that stuff?

is that what you wanted to say this whole time??

were you trying to hide it from me??

ur so cute >.<

y/n: i’m blocking you now

tae: we are gonna get through this together

do you think we need a bigger house?

y/n: genuinely are you ok in the head?

tae: ofc wtf??

i know ur not because of the pregnancy

but it’s okay

you don’t need to stress at all

i’ll think for the both of us

the love of ur life taetae be the sane one for the next 6 months

y/n: there is so much to unpack there

tae: omg have you been clothes shopping without me >.<

y/n: i am perfectly fine

you and sane don’t belong in the same sentence

never call yourself taetae again

and it’s 9 months not 6 you fucking idiot

tae: what is ur actual problem??

don’t swear around my child you’ll poison their mind

and i think i know more about babies than you do so just leave everything to me ok?

y/n: again i would rather shoot myself

tae: if you die i’ll protect the baby

y/n: there is no baby

tae: are you not ready to be a mother or something?

i swear we can do this babe

y/n: are you actually listening to me??

tae: ofc i am??

y/n: …

tae: i’m omw home btw can’t wait to see you both!!!!!!!

y/n: it’s like you only take in the information you want to hear

tae: i love you too

y/n: or maybe you just can’t read

tae: <333333333

YOONGI -

yoongi: no

y/n: i don’t like when you read my mind like that

yoongi: no

y/n: i’m gonna ask anyways

yoongi: no

y/n: let’s have a baby 😁🙏🏽

yoongi: no

y/n: if we don’t have a baby now ur gonna be an old dad

ur gonna die before our baby turns 10

we don’t want that do we?

think of all the precious memories you’ll miss

yoongi: i’m fine with that

y/n: are you really?

yoongi: …

no

y/n: let’s have a baby rn

yoongi: but that’s so much work

y/n: #inittogether

our little baby made out of our love for each other

isn’t that sososoos cute yoongi 🥺

yoongi: i guess

y/n: so we’re having a baby?

yoongi: go away

y/n: ur not saying no

i’m taking this as a yes

i continue to win in this life

yoongi: what if you die before me

and i’m left with a baby?

y/n: the old thing really got to you huh?

yoongi: no i’m just saying you might die first

y/n: there is no way i’m dying first

ur literally 30

yoongi: and???

y/n: like jin is ur age mate that’s saying aLOT

yoongi: ur pissing me off

y/n: okay old bitch

yoongi: you expect me to have children with you after you bully me??

y/n: pls put me in ur will

i’m in jin’s yk?

yoongi: why are you in jin’s will?

y/n: why? mad ur not?

yoongi: how do you know i’m not

in his will?

matter of fact why tf does he have a will??

y/n: aren’t you an inquisitive one

yoongi: saying big words doesn’t make you look smart

y/n: jin knows it’s almost his time

you better start writing yours

yoongi: leaving everything to holly

y/n: i’ll literally cook holly

yoongi: what is wrong with you

y/n: i am not with child rn

that’s what’s wrong

yoongi: that sounded gross

never say that again

y/n: i’ve come to the conclusion that ur my biggest enemy

yoongi: i’m glad you know

y/n: ur dying

yoongi: ur next

y/n: don’t ever say that

i’m literally in my prime

yoongi: ur prime?

couldn’t tell

y/n: find someone else to carry your children

i can no longer stand the idea of mini yous running around

yoongi: ok :(

y/n: ??

don’t frown at me

you brought this on urself

yoongi: 😔

y/n: you bitch

yoongi: come make a baby with me 😄

NAMJOON -

y/n: let’s have a child

namjoon: ok

y/n: i lied

namjoon: oh

y/n: what is wrong with you

namjoon: what is wrong with you?

y/n: did adding a question mark make you feel better bitch??

namjoon: very

y/n: this is why i lie to you

namjoon: that’s not nice

y/n: ur literally a nasty little gaslighter

namjoon: i’m not?

y/n: you are?

namjoon: if anything ur the gaslighter

y/n: fake claims i’ll sue

namjoon: you tell me you want to have children and then you tell me ur lying or you never said that

y/n: what is ur actual issue i’ve never said i want kids??

if you want kids ig we can talk about it but i’ve literally never brought that up

namjoon: see?

y/n: i see very clearly actually 20/20 vision the eye people told me

namjoon: you wear glasses?

y/n: occasionally

like what is ur issue?

ur so obsessed with me it’s not right

namjoon: ig i’m a little obsessed

y/n: it’s really not right

wait…

don’t you fucking wear glasses

what is ur issue four eyes???

namjoon: i do

i’ve never claimed to have 20/20 vision

y/n: ur blind as hell

namjoon: maybe i don’t want to have kids with you

they fr won’t be able to see anything

y/n: HOW DARE YOU SAY YOI DONT WANT KIDS WITH ME

YOURE SICK IN TBE HEAD

namjoon: put ur glasses on

ur spelling stuff wrong

y/n: it’s my charm

namjoon: not wearing ur glasses?

y/n: we need to go on a break

namjoon: how can we go on a break when we have kids to take care of?

y/n: and you say ur not a gaslighter?

what if i was a weak woman and fell for ur sick lies

namjoon: we would have kids by now

y/n: ur messed up

that’s so messed up

namjoon: shoot me

y/n: don’t say stuff like that

cuz i will

then you’ll be mad

and dead

namjoon: what are you bothering me for?

y/n: can i not just message my bf like omg?

namjoon: you miss me or something?

y/n: not anymore

namjoon: cute

y/n: fuck ur cute

namjoon: accepting a compliment won’t kill you yk?

y/n: stop communicating with me

namjoon: you messaged me first?

y/n: no i didn’t

namjoon: whatever

y/n: omg don’t speak to me like you hate me i’ll kms

namjoon: so kids?

y/n: idk what ur on about tbh

namjoon: fine

y/n: fine

namjoon: fine?

y/n: fine?

namjoon: idk what you want from me

y/n: children

namjoon: you stop communicating with me

y/n: wow

namjoon: yeah

y/n: ur a LOSER

SEOKJIN -

jin: it’s time we reproduce

y/n: no

jin: no?

this would be a blessing to many

y/n: ok??

jin: ok?

i’ll just kms then

if you hate me just say that

y/n: i hate you

jin: what is ur problem???

y/n: what’s urs??

you told me to say it

jin: i said if you hate me

IF

y/n: ???

jin: oh my god

leave me alone

y/n: oh my god by gidle

jin: you have to stop speaking to hobi

y/n: why :(

jin: ur starting to talk like him

and it’s gross

the mother of my children a hoseok clone??

no thank you

y/n: what children??

jin: you need to keep up

we are having kids

y/n: but you said mother of your children

like as in you have kids rn

and last time i checked i never gave birth

who is this other woman seokjin???

jin: ew why would you say my full name like that

y/n: why would you cheat on me?

jin: bored?

y/n: all men are the same

jin: i am like no other man

y/n: true you dumb as hell

jin: now ur talking shit

y/n: maybe the shit talks you

jin: what

y/n: what

jin: can we make babies pls

y/n: ew

you actually make me wanna throw up

jin: wtf

this is why i don’t talk to you

y/n: you talk to me everyday?

in fact you loose ur mind if you don’t talk to me for more than 2 hours

jin: you literally have no proof

once again ur talking SHIT

y/n: don’t raise ur voice at me tf

jin: see you would be such a good mother

that’s such a parent thing to say

lowkey got me feeling a little hot and bothered rn 🙈

i’m sorry

you might need to put me in my place again mommy 🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈🙉🙉🙉

y/n: what the fuck

jin: you’re not into it???

y/n: how can you go from talking about children to sex?

jin: don’t say that makes me sound like a perv

y/n: you are a perv

jin: no i’m not

ur just lame

like you need to have sex to have children

i was just helping start the process

y/n: you’ve got like a screw loose or something

jin: stop speaking to me in riddles

or don’t

i do love a smart girl 😉

y/n: stop speaking to me like a bitch in heat

jin: people lame nowadays

by people i mean you

y/n: cry about it

jin: i just might

y/n: good

JUNGKOOK -

y/n: do you want to have a baby?

jk: doesn’t giving birth hurt?

y/n: so?

jk: i don’t want you to get hurt

y/n: life is pain

jk: i’ll give birth

y/n: that’s not how it works

jk: pls let me do it

y/n: ok

jk: thank you

y/n: ur welcome

jk: do you think i’ll look good pregnant?

y/n: idk

jk: will you still love me when i get big?

y/n: i might leave you if you get pregnant

jk: wtf?

y/n: it might creep me out

jk: why wtf

y/n: i don’t want to imagine you pregnant

jk: but our baby ☹️

y/n: i would rather never have kids than see you pregnant

jk: wow

you think i would be that ugly

y/n: i’m sorry

jk: are you?

y/n: ummm

jk: ok then

y/n: we can always adopt

jk: but that’s not my baby

y/n: legally they would be

jk: we won’t have the same spit

y/n: the same spit?

jk: yk like our insides won’t be the same

y/n: ur dna?

jk: yeah my dna

y/n: ur not supposed to have the exact same dna as ur baby anyways

jk: okay but it’s like a mix of us

and a adopted one would have no mix at all

y/n: so what do you want to do?

jk: give birth

y/n: i really don’t think it’s possible babe

jk: i will do it

y/n: sure

jk: why don’t you believe in me?

y/n: i do

jk: act like it

y/n: wooo?

jk: not good enough

y/n: sorry i’m tired

jk: ok?

y/n: fuck you?

jk: i’m about to have a baby and ur talking to me like that?

y/n: i’ll believe it when i see it

jk: so you fr don’t believe in me?

y/n: yeah

not one bit of belief in me

jk: crazy how people switch up

when you want to come back into me and MY babies lives we won’t let you

y/n: i’m crying

honestly

jk: i’m glad

y/n: i’m actually not

i don’t care at all

and that’s the truth

jk: so you just lie for fun

y/n: pretty much

jk: wow

ur crazy

y/n: 4 u

jk: waittt why am i blushing rn 😖

are you in love with me be honest?

y/n: idk���

jk: oh

y/n: embarrassing…

ur just a fuck buddy tbh

jk: for 8 years i’ve been a fuck buddy?

y/n: yur

jk: are you lying to me?

y/n: i could be

jk: i could be pregnant rn

y/n: are you?

jk: no

but i could be

y/n: are you lying to me?

jk: yeah :(

y/n: it’s okay

jk: is it really??

y/n: you don’t want me to answer that

JIMIN -

y/n: i’ve been getting congratulation texts all day today

jimin: omg people are so crazy wtf 😭?

y/n: i’m fr so confused

did we win an award i didn’t know about or something??

jimin: maybe idk lol

y/n: would it be rude if i asked what tf they’re talking about?

jimin: unbelievably rude

don’t do it

i’m for real

y/n: but i wanna know

jimin: just accept the congrats and go

y/n: do you know something i don’t?

jimin: wtf no?

y/n. ur lying

jimin: i’m not

y/n: jimin

jimin: love of my life

apple of my eye

babe

y/n: tell me

jimin: omg i LOVE that song

tell me tell me ttttell me

y/n: now

jimin: sorry idk what ur talking about

hello??

babe?

where did you go?

come back

talk to me

y/n: YOU TOLD PEOPLE I WAS PREGNANT???

jimin: I TOLD YOU NOT TO ASK

WAHT IS WRONG WITH YOU???

y/n: WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT

jimin: i’m preparing people for the future

y/n: ??????????

i’m NOT pregnant

jimin: you will be when i’m done with you ;)

y/n: wtf is wrong with you

jimin: a lot

y/n: i can tell

jimin: do you think i’m ugly be honest

y/n: right now yes

jimin: so you think i’m pretty other times 🥺🥺🥺

let’s have a baby

y/n: no

jimin: okay wtf

why not

y/n: ur literally about to be shipped off

you want to leave me with a baby??

jimin: why would you say that

now i’m upset

i’ll take the baby with me

y/n: …

jimin: no?

y/n: no

jimin: fine

our baby would be lowkey ugly anyways

y/n: excuse me?

jimin: problem?

y/n: why would our baby be ugly??

jimin: i mean…

y/n: you mean????

jimin: ur gonna have to just prove me wrong babe

y/n: ur not funny

jimin: did i make a joke???

y/n: you are the joke

jimin: i actually am not the joke

i never joke

super serious guy park jimin is

super shy too

new jeans core >.<

y/n: i’m done with you

HOSEOK -

y/n: baby?

hobi: me?

y/n: no like an actual baby

hobi: ur having one?

congrats!!!!!

y/n: no??

i’m not having one

hobi: oh

i’m sorry for ur loss

y/n: there was no loss

hobi: oh

was there a gain?

y/n: do you want there to be?

hobi: depends on the gain

y/n: the gain would be a baby

hobi: yikesss

that’s a pretty lame gain

why would i want you to have a baby?

y/n: um because you love me?

hobi: i wouldn’t be the father

i don’t see the point

y/n: ???

why wouldn’t you be the father?

hobi: i thought you were asking me if you could have a baby with someone else

y/n: what?

hobi: what?

i’m confused

y/n: I’M confused

hobi: why are we confused??

y/n: why would i ask you if i could have a baby with someone else???

hobi: feminism?

tho i do think it would be more of a feminist move if you didn’t ask me

ur spirt was in the right place tho

i’m sure the women will forgive you

y/n: what?

hobi: was i wrong??

y/n: what do you think?

hobi: it’s not my place to decide for a strong woman like urself

y/n: get a grip

hobi: grip gotten

y/n: is this ur way of dodging my baby proposal?

hobi: a baby what?

that sounds wrong

tf is a baby doing proposing???

ur a baby like drink milk or something

y/n: are you drunk??

hobi: nooooooooooooooooooooooooo

y/n: so ur tipsy?

hobi: tipsy topsy who cares

y/n: i do

i’m trying to ask you if you want to have a baby with me oh my god

hobi: omg do you love me or something???

that’s so crazy

y/n: bye have fun drinking

hobi: drinking heals me

y/n: that’s concerning

hobi: will i be a good dad

y/n: i’m sure you will

hobi: or will i kill myself due to the stress

y/n: oh

hobi: let’s find out babe

i’m ready

y/n: that did not sound like ready talk to me

we can talk about this tomorrow

hobi: if we think about it what can a baby do that i can’t???

y/n: keep me company

hobi: i do that all the time

do you hate me

if you hate me say 1

if you hate me and want me dead in a ditch by saturday night say 7

y/n: where are you right now?

hobi: jin’s house

i think

y/n: you think?

anyways

that’s the point

i’m all alone a baby would never leave me to go drink with jin

hobi: jin would be dead by the time our baby was born

he’s old

dojn’t tell him i said that

he might kick me out

i would be so upset

like this :cccccccccccc

and this 😭😭😭😪😓😓😓😰😰😨😨

WOAHHH THIJS DRINK HITTING OH MY GOD BABE WOW

FEELS LIKE I JUST DID COKE

OH MY GOF

not that i’ve done cokr befr don’t be scared of me babe

y/n: wow okay!

hobi: babies can’t even dance to dynamite i don’t see why you would want that in ur life

and i totally can dance to dynamite

sO i win

y/n: you are so right babe you go and have fun with jin!

hobi: see ur just so silly

and btw i realllly donnt do coke i swear it

y/n: 7

hobi: OH MY GIF I KNEW ITT

[thatpunkmaximoff]

[Book One of Three]

Story: 4 out of 5 Smut: 3 out of 5

I never thought I’d say this, but I’m in love with a demon. Harley Laroux did not disappoint with this book and I’m so glad there’s two more in this series!

At first Rae bugged the hell out of me because of her stupidity, but then I realized the girl was just trying to survive. As any human would. And at least Leon loved her brattiness. His punishments were… wow.

And the whole Leon giving Rae his metal scene… fucking. swoon!

Dear lord, I loved it.

I loved it all.

Now here are my rambling thoughts...

* I’m already team demon. I don’t like this pompous Kent guy. Or his children.

* Kent’s son Jeremiah is such a little bitch lol

* What the fuck is waking up that gives a DEMON chills?!

* Oohhhh. Rae found a grimoire of her own 😏

* Who the fuck is this security guard and what just happened..?

* Wait.. Leon is the security guard?! lol. Demon asshole. Okay, it’s fine then.

* “I don’t tell stories for free, doll.” // “Yeah? What’s your price?” // “You, on your knees, begging for my cock down your throat.”

* Goddamn. Leon’s bold. I fucking love it 😂

* Aw damn. Leon’s got a hot friend. Another demon? And then Victoria noticed Rae checking out Leon. Not good 😬

* Well hello, Zane. I love you already lmao.

* Oh fuck. That alley scene. Get some, Rae.

* Fuck the Hadleigh’s for wanting Rae dead.

* And he fucking lost the grimoire… Kent fucking lost the book that kept Leon bound to him. Leon’s free!!!

* I have a feeling Everly “donated” the book and that’s how Rae got it when her friend from the library gifted it to her.

* Oh hell. That creepy thing was stalking Rae. And Leon saved her. God, I want a Leon.

* She totally just accidentally summoned a demon 😂 Time to play, Leon.

* “I don’t make idle threats. If you run out of here, then I’m going to hunt you. I’m going to catch you. And when I do- when I do, I’ll make you scream.”

* Well I was gonna stop reading for the night, but Leon just showed his forked tongue. I’m intrigued.

* Aw damn. Of course they’d be cockblocked by an Eld- that creepy as fuck creature that hunts humans.

* Holy shit. The way he ate her out and then fucked her… yeah, she’s totally giving up that soul of hers.

* Aw fuck. Why did Everly steal the grimoire? If she didn’t “donate” it, then how did it end up in the library? And please don’t let her father know she has it.

* Aww. Poor Cheesecake. The Eld snatched the car up and Leon’s totally risking his life for Rae’s cat 😂

* Rae is starting to piss me off. Just listen to the demon!

* Serves you right. You wanna argue, not you gotta squirm through your classes.

* …and now she’s invited him inside to patch up his wounds 😩 Just give him your soul!

* “I was like you once. I think I envy you, to still look at the world with such fascination.” // “You can still. Why not?” // “If you live in the dark long enough, you’ll forget what the light feels like.”

* I knew they were gonna fuck, but goddamn that was… intense lol.

* After everything, this bitch STILL wants to ask the Hadleigh’s for help?! I fucking hope they sacrifice her now. She’s so stupid.

* Now you’re trying to bind him and command him to protect you? Rae, you’re fucking up. I hope Leon makes you pay.

* And punish her he did. Goddamn.

* “I want you. Irrevocably. But I can’t settle for less than all of you. Body and soul, Raelynn. We demons, when we see something we like, we need to possess it. It’s in our nature.”

* Told you, you should have given him your soul. Now he’s gonna leave and the Hadleigh’s are gonna sacrifice your ass.

* Well shit. Everly has the grimoire and has an Archdemon protecting her. This is going to end swell.

* Goddamn. Callum the Archdemon fucked up Leon 😂

* Awww. Everly gave him his sigil back.

* Oh my fucking god. Did you really go to the Hadleigh’s for a party? You’re so goddamn stupid, Rae.

* Of course Jeremiah is gross enough to roofie Rae. I knew this party was just a ploy to get their next sacrifice. Thank god for Zane and “Sam”. And now Leon is here. Yay!

* Fuck. Kent was waiting for them 🤦🏻‍♀️

* Leon pierced her nipples. Why was that so hot 🥵 😂

* Whoa. Kent’s dead? A little anticlimactic, no? But which psycho will have after Rae now? The God has a Kynes, a Hadleigh, and now It just needs a Lawson. Rae is so not in the clear.

* Fucking hate Jeremiah.

* Oh my god 😭 Leon saying goodbye before he takes on the Reaper. I’m not okay. Fuck this.

* Oh my god… no matter that she’s marked for the God, she still carved Leon’s name into her flesh and gave him her soul. HE’S ALIVE!!!

* Omg I’m so happy. They both lived and she gave a big middle finger to that God.

[maybeimamuppet]

rahhh hi again! I loved reading your response to my movie review, you made a lot of good points! first of all im so sorry your poor 7-year-old self had to suffer through the 1996 movie :(( I dont have adhd but I can imagine how you must have not liked it AND MISS HONEYS DRESS HAD HOT AIR BALLOONS?? I did not notice that, how cute!! I'm in love love her cottagecore/pastel style, it fits her personlity so well i think. and ooh the red beret girl is called hortensia? cool, thanks! I read her name in your fics and I wasnt quite sure who she was so thank you 😭 and it was interesting to hear your view on the songs!! And I'm gonna be honest here, I've listened to Naughty, Revolting Children, and This Is My House at least once a day since I watched the movie 😭 THEY'RE SO FUN :D i also love This Is My House so much, it's such a sweet and deep songgggg uhggshdhsd 😭i think one of the reasons I wasn't a fan of how many songs there are is beacuse I've watched maybe 2 musicals in my life so far, and I'm more of a slow-burn dialog girl. But thats awesome you love them!! and I'd like to take back what I said about Matilda being timid in the 1996 movie. The way you described her as being bristly, clever and conniving was perfect. I think I said that because I'm just not used to her being so loud and bold with her clever whit and sense of justice 😭 (also ignore how many of the crying emojis im using lolll its a habit) so it stood out to me more than it would if I had watched the musical before 1996. i absolutely agree with what you said about miss honey. She's the soft and sweet people-pleaser type. She'll sacrfice herself to help others I think, and hates conflict. However like you said, I think that she has bravery inside her. And if it came down to protecting Matilda or something like that, she could absolutly stand up for herself. I think that her escapologist father and acrobat mother are lying right beneath her skin, just waiting to be let out. (not them literally ofc, but their daring, bold, and powerful spirit that has been passed down to jenny)

thanks for sharing your thoughts!! -🐸

hello again!!

it is absolutely fine i was just a coward lol. i’ve. obviously watched it since and it has a special place in my heart i’m over all the second grade nonsense lmao

EVERYONES CLOTHES IN 2022 ARE WILD. the set and the costumes have so much detail it’s bonkers and i still notice new things every time i watch it and go !!!!!!

that’s absolutely valid musicals absolutely have a kind of learning curve to them lol. matilda was the first one that i got really into on my own accord after being raised on annie and being friends with theater kids who talked about others. but matilda was the first one where i was like 👀👀👀👀👀 hello. and that kickstarted my whole musicals thing and now i am here

i find it so interesting that you look at it a different way now!! i thought all your points in the first ask were incredibly valid but i’m glad (not the word i’m looking for but whatever) that i kinda got to shift your perspective a little! also we love the crying emoji never apologize

you are absolutely right abt everything here and i’m hopeful you learn to love musicals (or at least not be thrown off by the number of songs lmao)

thank you for sharing yours!! it was really fun getting to see a different opinion/pov so thank you for sharing :)

[thequeendesi]

Your Man

Title: Your Man

Alt Title: Five Year Reunion

Disclaimer: I don’t own you or the euphoria franchise

Warning: Nate Jacobs if he got therapy, you were in maddy’s place, so whatever happened to Maddy happened to you. Maddy was your best friend at the time. Cassie still got mcjiggy w him.

Rating: PG

Request: I was wondering if you could do a Nate jacobs request with sort of like everyone is older and it’s a high school reunion Nate and the reader have been dating since high school and they are like the last to show everyone is talking about how awkward it will be for both of them because of how much they fought in high school like everyone thought they would of split up and have another husband and another wife but everyone is completely shocked when Nate and the reader show up married with a 3 year old son 2 year old daughter and another baby on the way maybe? @kayleigh--23

You took a deep breath. “You look fine, don’t worry.” He said, leaning down to meet your ear. “I’m not worried about looking fine.” You reassured him. “Just worried what everyone will say. We weren’t necessarily the healthiest couple in high school.” You chuckled a little.

“Therapy.” Nate shrugged. “Hurry up though.” He patted your ass a little. “We’re waiting on you. James is getting antsy and Holly’s looks ready for cake.” Nate said. “Don’t even know where she got the idea of cake from.”

You chuckled a little and finished your makeup before standing up, your 7 month bump prominent. The rumor your mother told you was true, the more you're pregnant the bigger the bumps.

———

Rue leaned against the wall, observing the passing people. Celebrating her 5th year of sobriety. She noticed Cassie and Maddie on separate sides of the room, noticing the subtle understanding between the girls as the two shared a small wave and smile. She watched Fezco in the middle of the room speaking to Lexi. He ended up returning to finish his GED thanks to Lexi’s help. For Ash he accredits his progress.

Jules stood over by the punch bowl, catching up with Elliot. An odd sight, the thought back to 5 years ago. Why a 5 year reunion? No clue. But Rue decided to go, and it was comforting to see nearly all her classmates and their children except two.

“It’s gonna be awkward when Nate and (Name) get here, huh?” Lexi asked Rue. “Definitely. There’s no way they made it past college.” Cassie followed up.

“As if.” Maddy half joked. “It’s Nate.” She crossed her arms. “You think they met in the parking lot already?” Kat asked.

“You think they’re shouting out there now?” Kat’s daughter, June, asked. A smart girl for only being 9.

You entered the room, your hand being held by James, Holly being held by Nate. Nate’s hand on the small of your back as you two entered the open doors.

“Holy shit.” Rue said. “Married.” Cassie said, leaning back against the wall.

“With kids.” Jules said, scoffing.

“Hi guys.” You said. Your kids waved hi at your old high school friends. “You guys don’t have Facebook?” Lexi asked you.

“No. We kinda deleted it when going through therapy and never thought to get it again.” Nate answered, shrugging.

“Wow. So y’all got married.” Rue said, almost astonished. She never thought Nate would marry anyone, especially not as sweet as you.

“Yea. It was after we had James and the aforementioned-therapy though.” You rubbed your stomach a little. “So what’re you having this time?” Maddy asked.

“A boy and a girl.”

“Shit man, you gon’ get snipped yet?” Fezco half joked. “Got the appointment filed and everything.” Nate said, mostly joking himself. “Well, I’m glad you two had a happy ever after.” Jules half smiled.

“Thanks Jules.” Nate nodded at her.

You looked up at Nate, smiling a little. You’ll give him his credit where it’s due. Not everyday is easy, definitely not everyday. You two still shout, and fight and cry… but he apologizes and listens this time. He books the appointments when they’re needed and even when they’re not.

You were proud of your man. He’d made it far in the 7 years you two were together.

[colesmemes]

▸   𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣  (2018-𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵)  sentence  starters  &  prompts.

         assorted  quotes  &  prompts  from  tv  show  that’s  ruined  my  life.  some  lines  have  been  changed  slightly  to  be  more  applicable.  mature  content  and  language  may  be  used,  feel  free  to  adjust  as  necessary.

❝  do  you  want  to make  a  deal  with  the  devil?  ❞

❝  what  am  i  gonna  do  with  a  soul  anyway?  ❞

❝  souls  are  boring.  boo,  souls!  ❞

❝  if  we  get  through  this,  is  there  a  thing  where  we,  like,  talk  to  each  other about  stuff...  normally?  ❞

❝  you  mean  you  wanna  talk  about  the  big  shit?  ❞

❝  we  don’t  have  any  feelings,  what  are  you  talking  about? ❞

❝  you  sound  deranged.  ❞

❝  i  was  wondering,  do  you  think  it’s  possible  to  sue  a  person  -  a  grandparent,  for  example  -  in  an  affectionate  way?  ❞

❝  i  love  you,  i’m  glad  you’re  part  of  my  life,  but  i’m  taking  legal  action  against  you.  ❞

❝  the  fucking  belligerent  zucchini  here  is  set  to  close  negotiations  for  good.  ❞

❝  you’re  going  to  sue  greenpeace?  i  like  your  style.  who  do  you  think  you’re  going  to  go  after  next,  save  the  children?  ❞

❝  can  he  do  a  speech?  the  demented  fucking piss-mad  king  of  england?  ❞

❝  the  only  way  they’ll  respect  you  is  if  you  try  to  destroy  them.   ❞

❝  you’re  not  a  killer.  you  have  to  be  a  killer.  ❞

❝  family  therapy,  family  therapy,  family  therapy!  ❞

❝  i  have,  like,  twenty  bucks  left.  the  world  is  so  fucked  up.  ❞

❝  your  principles?  don’t  be  an  asshole,  you  don’t  have  principles.  ❞

❝  this  is  not  fucking  charles  dickens  world,  okay?  ❞

❝  i  just  wonder  if  the  sad  i’d  be  without  you  is  less  than  the  sad  i  get  from  being  with  you.  ❞

❝  are  we  talking  to  each  other  on  the  deck  of  a  majestic  schooner?  is  the  salty  brine  stinging  my  weather-beaten  face?  no?  then  why  the  fuck  are  you  wearing  a  pair  of  deck  shoes?  ❞

❝  you  don’t  hear  much  about  syphilis  these  days,  very  much  the  myspace  of  STDS.   ❞

❝  what  i  think  they  meant  to  say  was  that  they  wished  your  mom  gave  birth  to  a  can  opener,  because  then  at  least  it  would  be  useful.  ❞

❝  when  you  laugh,  please  do  it  at  the  same  volume  as  everyone  else.  we  didn’t  get  you  from  a  hyena  farm.  ❞

❝  they  did  once  call  me  the  cunt  of  monte  cristo.    ❞

❝  you  little  slime  puppy.  ❞

❝  don’t  threaten  me,  i  don’t  have  time  to  jerk  off.  ❞

❝  who  said  i  never  killed  anyone?  ❞

❝  i  don’t  mean  to  be  insulting,  but  having  been  around  a  bit,  my  hunch  is  that  you’re  going  to  get  fucked  because  i’ve  seen  you  get  fucked  a  lot.  and  i’ve  never  seen  [name]  get  fucked  once.  ❞

❝  i’d  castrate  you  and  marry  you  in  a  heartbeat.  ❞

❝  i  just  feel  because  of  my  physical  length,  i  could  be  a  target  for  all  kinds  of  misadventures.  ❞

❝  oh  here  they  come,  the  attention  whore.  ❞

❝  do  you  have  a  fetish  for  nearly  killing  our  dad?  like,  just  the  tip,  but  for  nearly  killing  our  dad?  ❞

❝  the  gang’s  all  here,  it’s  like  the  fucking  sgt.  pepper  for  broken  corporate  america.  ❞

❝  you  aren’t  judas-ing,  are  you?  ❞

❝  sometimes  i  think,  should  i  maybe  listen  to  the  things  you  say  directly  in  my  face  when  we’re  at  our  most  intimate?  ❞

❝  are  they  playing  from  the  approved  playlist?  because  my  thing  was  all  bangers,  all  the  time.  ❞

❝  oh  really?  it’s  not  cool  to  tell  the  president  to  blow  me?  ❞

❝  some  guy  with  an  undercut  just  called  me  soy  boy.  ❞

❝  he  never  saw  anything  he  loved  that  he  didn’t  want  to  kick  just  to  see  if  it  still  came  back.  ❞

❝  right  now,  i’m  the  real  you.  ❞

❝  we  should  be  good  people.  wouldn’t  it  be  nice  to  wake  up  in  the morning  and  not  feel  like  a  fucking  piece  of  shit?  ❞

❝  i  think  you’re  a  super  talented  superstar,  and  i  love  you.  ❞

❝  oh,  you’re  such  a  fucking  bitch.  ❞

[lotus-flowerz]

hello hello I love your writings so far sobs I couldn't help but do an ask myself aa (it's my first ask ever help hwkajd) could I request perhaps gn reader that flinched away from the boys by reflex? (preferably with Diluc, Kaeya and Kazuha but you can add or remove someone if you want to!) like they were hanging out and reader was lost in thoughts and suddenly when they see in the corner of their eyes how the boys raise their arm for smth reader quickly raises their arms above their own head to protect it- how would they react and how would they comfort the reader? I hope it's not too much or if you're uncomfortable with it you can ignore it if you want to whaaaa

AHHH TY IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE MY WRITING! i actually do this too, some of my old friends would make fun of me for it, so i hope that my writing here is accurate >.<

i also added beidou in here, hope you don't mind, i just had to since she's my favorite character <3

TW!! FLINCHING, ANXIETY, PAST TRAUMA, MENTION OF DEATH AND INJURIES

SLIGHT INAZUMA ARCHON QUEST SPOILERS

KAEYA BACKSTORY SPOILERS

The cherry blossoms fell silently from the trees under which you and Kazuha were sitting. Those had remained unchanged since you and Kazuha were children. The beauty of the pink blossoms falling towards the green earth without a care.

It had remained the same through the vision hunt decree, through the war, through watching Tomo get killed by the shogun, through both of you getting injured during said fight. Kazuha's hand was burnt from Tomo's vision, and your body had a large scar running from your knee to the side of your neck from a stray bolt of lighting from Tomo's divine punishment. If not for Kazuha's determination to not lose another friend and Beidou and her crew caring for you, you would be dead.

These days, although you and Kazuha both carried the same trauma, he seemed to be doing leaps and bounds better than you were. Your eyes flitted to Kazuha, who was writing poetry. The only sound that could be heard was his pen gliding across the paper, filling it with his eloquent words that always seemed to flow so smoothly.

You were deep in thought, when out of the corner of your eye you spotted something coming towards your face. Instinctively, your hands flew out to shield yourself, leaving a very confused Kazuha, who was only scratching his head, looking at you with concern in his eyes.

"Dove.. did you think I was going to hurt you?"

You slowly lowered your arms, guilt washing over you.

"No! It's just- sometimes, when movements are too sudden.. I.. you know, I try to protect myself because uh.."

His eyes drifted to your scar, then looked up at your face, only to find it tilted to the ground. He put a finger under your chin, bringing your eyes up to meet his, then kissing your forehead.

One hand snaked around your waist while the other traced lightly over your scar, sending shivers down your spine. You wrapped your arms around him as well, putting a little of your weight onto him.

He kissed your lips, squeezing you tight against him.

"I'll never let anyone hurt you again. I promise."

"Kazuha, it's not-"

"I know it's not my fault. And I know I couldn't have prevented it. But I promise you, you're safe now."

He brought his hand up to cradle the back of your head as you buried your face in the crook of his neck.

"Thank you." you said, squeezing him a little tighter.

"No need to thank me. I love you, Y/n."

"I love you too, Kazuha."

You had been a part of Beidou's crew for just over a year now, after meeting her in the wharf of Liyue harbor after finally finding the courage to leave your abusive and toxic partner. You didn't have a place to stay and you were clearly distraught, so when she asked if you were okay and you immediately began to cry, she offered you to come on her ship. You trusted her, since she was the well-known captain of the Crux. After you had explained your situation, she offered you to join her crew. You agreed, and began dating her about six months after joining the Crux.

Because you had been aboard the Alcor for a year, you knew the crew was loud and prone to get drunk. You had never liked to drink, preferring to quietly sip a small glass of dandelion wine while sitting next to Beidou while she drank a few beers and talked with her crew.

It was now the one year anniversary of when you had left Liyue Harbor, and conveniently, the Alcor was anchored there for a bit for a supplies run, imports drop off, and exports pickup. While out and about with Beidou, you had seen your ex in the wharf. They were about to come and talk to you, when you had pointed them out to Beidou. Beidou had slipped her arm around your waist, glaring at your ex, who glared back and turned heel to walk away.

Now, you sipped your wine beside Beidou, deep in thought. The loud atmosphere wasn't helping your anxieties, and you couldn't get your ex's glare out of your head. You didn't even realize you were completely zoned out until Beidou raised her arm to sling it around your shoulders, after she noticed you were zoned out.

Your arms flew up to shield yourself, and you spilt wine all over the both of you. The cup clattered to the floor, but luckily no one else noticed what just happened.

Beidou's face dropped and she quickly picked up the cup, setting it back down on the table.

"Men!" she called out. "Y/n and I are turning in early tonight! Make sure you scallywags have this cleaned up by the morning!"

The crew cheered their goodnights, raising their beers to their captain and her first mate. Beidou smiled, slipped an arm around your waist, and led you back to your guys' shared quarters.

"Alright doll, what happened just now?"

She closed the door behind her and sat on the bed next to you, looking at you with a certain softness that made you melt.

"I'm.. I'm sorry, I was just thinking of my ex, and how we saw them earlier, and I couldn't get their glare out of my head.. and I left them exactly a year ago.. I don't know why I flinched away from yo-"

Beidou cut you off by taking both of your hands into hers.

"Y/n, don't say sorry! You know, your ex wouldn't stand a chance against even my weakest crew member. They will never hurt you again."

"I don't doubt that for a second," you said, a small smile growing on your face, "Thank you for taking me in, Beidou."

"No, the pleasure is all mine. I couldn't ask for a better first mate. You're safe now, okay?" she smiled, squeezing your hands.

You looked into her eyes for a moment before throwing your arms around her. She squeezed you back, kissing your head.

"C'mon, let's shower and get this wine off of us." she giggled.

You laughed. "Yeah, let's."

Kaeya had told you his backstory, but you never mentioned yours. You just weren't ready to talk about it. Your parents had never been great, you always walked on eggshells around everyone, and everyone was all too rough with you, emotionally and physically.

You had met Kaeya in the tavern one night, while trying to drink away what you were feeling. Kaeya had noticed how obliterated you were and let Diluc know he was taking you to stay at the Knights Headquarters, and would keep an eye on you. The rest was history, and now you and Kaeya had been dating for a little over a year.

Kaeya had told you his backstory on Monday. That same day later on, you had a run in with your parents at Blanche's, where they had yelled at you for deciding to become a Knight, and proceeded to pick you apart from your very core.

In turn, you had been drinking a little more than usual for the entire week. You seemed more withdrawn and just not fully there. And it all came to a head when you were laying in bed next to Kaeya.

He went to put his arm over you, a loving gesture, but your arms came up on instinct to shield yourself. He sighed loudly.

"You're scared of me."

"Oh Archons- I didn't mean to- no, I swear it isn't-"

"You've been acting all angry and cold ever since I told you about my roots. I thought you would be the one who didn't leave me after I told them."

"No, Kaeya- please, just let me explain!"

"I'm listening."

You began to hesitantly tell him about your parents. His face grew angrier and angrier every time you told him another thing your parents had done to you.

"I'll kill them. I had no idea that that happened though. I'm sorry for assuming."

"It's alright, Kaeya. I didn't even consider that you might think I was acting weird because of where your confession."

"I swear they'll never get near you again, alright? You're safe now. It's alright."

He pulled you into him, wrapping you up in his strong arms and putting his legs over yours, making you feel protected and safe.

"No one will hurt you, not on my watch. I love you, Y/n."

"I love you too, Kaeya. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner."

"No need for apologies, you were gonna tell me when you were ready. Now let's get some sleep, that dandelion wine I downed earlier is starting to get to me."

You giggled, burying your head further into his chest.

"Alright. Goodnight, Kaeya."

"Night, prince/ess."

You and Diluc had been dating for a few months now, you had met when he had needed to hire a new bartender, and you volunteered your mixing skills to the Angel's Share. You had caught his eye immediately, and he had asked you out on a date soon after you began your work there.

Your ex wasn't a kind person, to say the least, so you had been hesitant to say yes. You assured Diluc that this was just because your ex was unkind to you, but you had never mentioned physical harm. You hadn't wanted to worry him.

You were sitting on the couch with Diluc, his arm slung over your shoulders while you stared into the crackling flames of the fire burning before you. Diluc wasn't paying attention, as he was reading a book in his free hand.

He raised his arm up, attempting to adjust to a more comfortable position, but you misread this. Your arms were shielding your face in an instant, and Diluc was looking at you with a shocked and concerned face that quickly morphed to anger.

"I'm going to kill him." he growled/

You lowered your arms and looked down, avoiding looking him in the eye.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that."

"Did he hit you??"

"I, um, didn't want to worry you."

"Barbatos.. and this domestic abuser is just, what, roaming around Mondstat? No punishment for the pain he put you through?"

"I didn't tell anyone because I didn't want him to come and hurt me. I also didn't want to cause any trouble."

Diluc rubbed a hand over his face, before wrapping you in a hug.

"You're safe here, alright? I will never lay a hand on you to hurt you. I won't let anyone else hurt you either, okay?"

"Thank you.." your eyes welled up with tears, "I thought you would be upset that I didn't tell you."

"No, never. It's a hard thing to talk about. If you'd like, I have connections. We can have him arrested."

"I don't want to cause trouble.."

"You won't. He won't be able to hurt anyone else this way. But we can discuss this later. Would you care for a cup of tea?"

"That'd be nice. Thanks, Diluc."

"You're welcome, angel. Tell me if anyone hurts you again, alright? I'll protect you."

"Will do. I love you."

"I love you too."

[ahundredtimesover]

A Still Day or A Hurricane (03) | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader

Genre/Tags: single mom lawyer!OC x pastry chef!Jungkook; angst, fluff, smut; age gap

Chapter Warnings: foul/explicit language; mentions of death of a relative; pregnancy, single parenthood; eventual smut (18+)

Chapter Word count: 9.7k

Status: Completed

Series summary: Driven by your perfectionist attitude and need to have everything in order, you planned that by age 30, you’d have made junior partner, bought your own apartment, and have children. You achieved them, of course, and while the last bit required you to take matters into your own hands - no thanks to your ex-boyfriend who dumped you but to your best friend who directed you to a fertility clinic - you’re now a 31-year old who pretty much has her life under control. You’re ready to raise your child on your own, that is, until the 20-something pastry chef flirts his way into your heart, messing up the perfect little life you worked so hard to have for yourself.

Listen to: Fool (Frad & Hayne), Dance (offonoff), Wa-r-r (Colde) || Playlist 🎶

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The next few weeks fly by faster than you hoped. With your maternity leave set to start soon, you’ve started making the necessary plans and adjustments to make sure that your cases and other managerial functions are carried out accordingly. From meetings to planning sessions to the occasional back-and-forth with Jin on who gets which assignment, your days are packed. 

You still ensure you get your proper rest, though, and that you don’t miss any of your yoga sessions and runs at the Blue Side, especially - and though you hate to admit it - with a certain doe-eyed man always happy to see you when you walk through the doors. 

Jungkook somehow aligned his shift with your morning visits, and you’ve found that seeing him even for just half an hour before you head to work does a lot for your mood. He knows just how to make you laugh and forget that you’re gonna be dealing with difficult clients and stressful cases for the rest of the day. And while he’s done away with giving you free breakfast, he does still sneak in an extra scoop of vanilla ice cream with your turnovers or honey biscuits with your tea.

He meant what he said he wouldn’t mind if you messaged him at random hours of the day when you’re craving for something, and him whipping it up or buying it when he can’t. You don’t like being a bother, but with Namjoon on paternity leave after the birth of his son, with Byeol taking on more shifts, and your family being in another county, Jungkook has been nothing but a relief, helping you with your cravings, your groceries, and even your check ups. 

He’s still a little cheeky sometimes, complimenting you on how you look after you said it was fine, and being his usual chaotic self with his stories of growing up and weird thoughts about life. Spending time with him is far from uncomfortable, or even tense and serious. He’s attentive when you’re speaking, asks things about your work and shows genuine interest, and even comes up with his own theories after watching another one of your trials on TV. 

The teasing from your colleagues hasn't let up, especially when you turn them down for some after-work hangout but then grab a quick dinner with Jungkook after his shift has ended, opting for lighthearted conversations and laughter instead. 

“I know I was pushing for this but not gonna lie, I’m getting a bit jealous,” Jin said one time after you passed up on lunch with him and Yoongi to briefly meet up with Jungkook after he teased you with strawberry-filled croissants that you couldn’t say no to.

“You just hate it because that means you and ___ can’t hook up anymore,” Yoongi snorted.

You kicked his shin under the conference table and made a face at Jin who was faking a heartache. It’s been a year since the last time it happened, but your friends never miss a chance of teasing you both about it.

“Jokes aside, I’m glad you finally gave the kid a chance,” Jin continued. “He always seemed so genuine and so whipped for you. It’s time that you get to be with someone who truly appreciates you for everything that you are.”

The insinuation wasn’t lost on you, as you know that despite all the tension and sexual history with Jin - which mainly composed of harmless make out sessions that never escalated to anything more - he always cared about you, and you always felt he was sincere with his friendship.

You corrected him, though, that you weren’t giving Jungkook a chance in that sense, insisting that both of you are just friends and being with him is some sort of temporary relief from everything else you’re dealing with. You don’t think about him as much when you’re not together, and you know your place and so does he. 

Yoongi pointed out how you no longer corrected their comments on Jungkook’s adoration for you, nor do you deny the comfort you’d started to feel around the younger man.

You’ve gotten used to his playfulness and occasional flirting attempts, which always end with a fit of laughter and teasing on your end. He’s fun when he’s not trying too hard, but more than that, your perpetually overworked mind gets relief when you’re with him, and you’re always amazed at how he’s able to maintain his laid-back attitude despite the demands of his own job.

It’s just so easy. It’s like being in a bubble with him where everything around becomes background noise and it’s just both of you - laughing, talking, eating. And you’re unable to think of anything else; you’re unable to dissect and analyze anything else.

It started to scare you when you woke up one morning and felt pain in your limbs and the first thing you thought to do was call him. You had to stop yourself, not wanting to admit that you’re starting to need him, to want him, and it’s something you just can’t do. 

You lied through your teeth when he called you that day, saying you were fine, and you waited for Byeol to finish her shift at the hospital then whined to her about it. All she did was laugh, said I told you so, and reminded you that liking Jungkook isn’t so bad. 

You don’t, you can’t, you’d told her, and she didn’t push it, knowing you don’t like being told what to do or what to feel. 

You always prided yourself in knowing your boundaries, on where the lines are and knowing not to cross them. It was that way with Jin - you were clear on what you two were, what you could get out of him, and what you could give, something you made sure he also knew. It’s no different with Jungkook, you assured your best friend.

It’s a Sunday, and you’re bored out of your mind just lying in bed as your doctor prescribed. You’re overworking a little, she said, and you need to take your rest more seriously, as you’re now in your third trimester. Two months to go before you’re due, yet you feel like time is ticking by much slower as of late.

You find a cooking show that’s interesting enough for you and it’s midway through when you get a text from Jungkook, asking if you can be his lawyer if his neighbor decides to sue him.

“What did you do?” You say over the phone as you’d decided to just call.

“He insulted my friend’s dog and I got pissed. So I’ve been annoying the shit out of him.”

“Oh, poor guy,” you quip. “What have you been doing?”

“Well, it isn’t even that bad. I’d just have my music on all night and stay up late to play video games and take his usual parking slot. But he just banged on my door since I filled the garbage chute with beer bottles after I finally cleaned my apartment and he had his parrot and I told him it was ugly,” he rambles. “And he said he’d sue me for disruptive behavior and emotional distress. Can he do that?”

“Uh, yeah, if he’s willing to pay a lawyer and deal with your childish, annoying ass for longer since it’ll be time consuming,” you laugh. “Hasn’t he complained to your property management office?”

“He has, but I charmed them with donuts and cupcakes and now I’m their favorite tenant.”

“Well, he can also report them for bribery if he wants.”

“Hey, I’m not bribing!” Jungkook argues. “But he might actually be serious.”

“You can drop the I’m-friends-with-lawyers card,” you advise.

“Yeah, I’ll tell him the Atty. Kim ___ will represent me and if he doesn’t know who you are, he won’t know what’s coming for him.”

“Dramatic but okay,” you chuckle.

“You’d represent me right?”

“Sure, that would be fun. You may be insufferable sometimes but you’re still my friend.”

The prolonged silence is suddenly unbearable, and you miss the comfort you had just seconds ago. 

He breaks through the tension this time, noisily asking what you’re doing, with you scolding him for chewing while talking to someone on the phone.

“Sorry,” he laughs. “Making a mental note that chewing sounds is another thing you don’t like. Anyway, so what did you say you were doing?”

“Just watching some cooking show. Sun-hee just left and everyone’s busy so I’m just at home and amusing myself because I’m so bored. I think this is my least favorite part about being pregnant.”

“I’m not busy though. Wanna do something?”

“Uh, okay, as long as it’s something that requires me not to move?”

He laughs at this. “Well, I planned on making cream cheese and garlic bread from scratch. Maybe I can bake you some at your place so you can watch an actual show or something.”

“Will you narrate the steps and entertain me?”

“I could,” he chuckles. 

“Okay, then. Please save the pregnant woman from insanity and come over.”

“On my way, madame.”

**

Jungkook was unsure if you had the equipment he needed, so he showed up to your apartment with a fourth of his kitchen in paper bags, excited to entertain you with making bread while you watched him.

He gets excited at just the thought of seeing you either way - whether it’s a quick morning visit at the cafe, delivering what he cooked or baked at your door when you’re craving something at his insistence, or buying groceries or other baby stuff - Jungkook likes being around you. 

He likes listening to your stories about your family and your friends; he likes watching you talk passionately about the cases you handle, about the people you’ve helped, about the goals you set for yourself that you keep achieving. He even enjoys it when you question him, when you tease him for the idiotic things he did when he was younger, or when you teach him how to do the laundry or make payments in an actual bank.

He’s found out that he likes making you laugh second, and annoying you greatly first. Your exasperated face and the way your eyebrows furrow in disbelief with the stupid things he says and the ridiculous stories he shares satisfies him to no end. He adores your laugh and the sound of your groan when you’ve had enough of his idiocy and his teasing. 

He also likes your amused look every time he makes something for you, whether it’s whipping up your coffee or baking something new, your widened eyes and the glimmer in them reveal the emotions that you don’t get to experience yourself as much - like the sense of awe, of innocence, of simplicity.

But he also really likes your tender face when he does something nice, like arranging your groceries in the cupboards or assembling a new bookshelf because the spacing of the shelves of the last one wasn’t to your liking. You’re calm and it’s like you’re able to breathe, like there’s some sense of order in your life again even if it’s not you directing it. 

You’re a blur sometimes - coming in and out of his life, with the bell ringing at the cafe to signify your arrival and then you’re gone, off to where you need to be, and he waits for when he hears from you again, thankful you spare him even the tiniest bit of you time. 

But some days, when your absence becomes too much, he wedges himself into your life and hopes you don’t shun him, and the elation he feels when you don’t makes all the times he didn’t see you become worth it. Just like today.

“So, cream cheese and garlic bread, you say?” You smile widely at him as he enters your apartment, offering to help him with his bags but he insists and walks towards your kitchen like it’s his home.

“I’ve always enjoyed eating it, might as well make it myself now,” he says, placing all his things on your kitchen counter. “I’m still trying to perfect my bread-baking skills but I’m getting there.”

You sit on the bar stool and watch him like a kid on Christmas. Jungkook takes all the ingredients, mixes what’s needed for the dough, and places the whole chunk of it on his working space, all the while narrating what he’s doing, with you merely humming in response. You watch him knead it with his palms, stretching it apart then folding it into layers, kneading it again, then checking its elasticity to make sure it’s like how he wants it. 

“I’m gonna keep doing this for like, half an hour,” he informs you, his eyes flitting at your amused face.

“Mhmm, it’s okay. I watch baking shows and it’s nice to see this up close,” you reply, scooting a little closer. “And aside from listening to Sun-hee’s med school shenanigans, this has been the most interesting part of my weekend.”

He bites back a huge grin and continues working, deciding to talk about different kinds of bread and what other types he wants to try making soon.

You try to listen to what he says but you’re too absorbed with what he’s doing, entranced with the way his hands move, as he rolls and folds and uses his flour-stained fingers to massage the dough. Your eyes mindlessly move up, the prominent veins in his forearms and the ink decorating one of them catching your attention, and you make the mistake of letting out the tiniest of moans at the sight of his biceps, taut and screaming to be noticed, as he continues his movements. You’ve no doubt that the dough kneading he does everyday is what makes his arms the way that they are.

His toned pecs don’t help either, with his dri-fit black shirt revealing enough of his muscles for you to be hypnotized by his movements.

“Hey, the magic’s happening down here,” he teases, and your eyes immediately flit to the dough that’s now one big fluffy ball, and you can already tell it’s gonna taste amazing. 

You don’t wanna look at him, knowing he’s got a cheeky smile on, having caught you blatantly staring at his muscles, but he continues with narrating the steps, now placing the dough in a bowl, which he seals with a plastic wrap to let it ferment for an hour. 

“So, no other interesting thing happened during your week?” He asks, propping his elbows against your kitchen counter, his eyes leveling with yours.

Aside from the usual drama as part of your job, you suddenly remember the email you received last Wednesday from the young woman you helped not long ago, a photo of her and her toddler with a thank you note after she’d retrieved the salary that her employer had been withholding from her. You tell Jungkook about her story and the few others you’ve helped, liking the way his face softens and his eyes crinkle when you share about them, some of the most important cases you’ve handled. 

An hour passes before you know it, and Jungkook takes the bowl to once again knead and delicately roll the dough on his palm, then cutting them into four pieces and making perfect little circular shapes. The image of his veined hands and the way his fingers expertly massages them will probably haunt you for days to come, and a part of you suddenly wishes you had him bring ready-made goods instead.

He pats them as they’re settled on the pan, letting them rise for a bit before they’re ready for the first round of baking, his proud face somehow leaving your heart thumping the way it was not long ago. 

He’s so natural; a perfectionist, too, you might add, as he assesses each one, making sure they’re all the same size, then patting them to make sure they’re as plump and smooth as they should be. It just sucks he’s as good-looking as he is, something you no longer mind admitting to yourself - you want to watch what he’s doing but you also want to watch him.

You’ve spent enough time with him to know how hypnotizing his eyes are and to know which dimples come out when he’s trying to be cute or when he’s trying to tease you. You’ve imprinted the image of his sharp jaw in your mind, even his playful smirk and his genuine smile. 

And with his physique mesmerizing you the way it is, with his rough and strong yet delicate hands and his sturdy chest and refined arms, you’re starting to think that you might actually have a problem.

He works on the cream cheese mixture then the garlic butter sauce as the bread bakes, getting into a debate with you on savory crepes and whether or not you’re really meant to cut a cupcake in half and eat it like a burger. You give him shit for eating his pizzas with pineapples, but you do agree that mint chocolate chip is a superior flavor, and those who hate it are just miserable people who don’t know perfection even if it's staring them in the face. You make sure to text Namjoon that statement and he responds with shut up, never speak to me again.

The oven dings and Jungkook takes the bread out, halving a piece to check if it’s the right density. The smell is heavenly, and it’s not even the final product yet, but you instinctively open your mouth when he holds out a piece for you to take, his hand moving mindlessly to feed you. His finger just barely grazes your lips and you feel a shiver down your spine at how close he’d gotten but somehow, it makes you more curious as to how it actually feels if he does get closer.

He’s always minded his distance - your arm only ever slightly brushing against his when you both walk through grocery aisles, or you playfully smacking it when he does his usual antics of annoying the shit out of you. 

But this feels so intimate - not just making food for someone, which you realize he’s been doing so much already - but actually feeding someone. And you hate that it felt so natural; you hate even more that you enjoyed it. 

“Good?” He asks, a soft smile on his face when you’d expected it to be cheekier.

“Uh-huh,” you nod, not wanting to say anything more.

He continues on, slicing the bread, piping the cream cheese mixture in, then pouring the garlic sauce over it before putting it back in the oven to bake again. 

The scent wafts through your apartment and you didn’t think this could conjure so many images in your mind - mornings of freshly baked bread and coffee, lazy afternoons of pastries and tea, nights of biscuits and hot chocolate as you watch the world fly by with your daughter in your hands. You shake your head at the silhouette of a bulky and tattooed man and his child-like smile and strong arms cradling you and your little one.

This can’t happen, you remind yourself. You can’t let it.

You bury the thought and busy yourself with making orange juice to accompany the bread. With a tray in hand, you and Jungkook head to the balcony, the view of the Han River not far away, and you smile in comfort at such a simple day, choosing to block out the dangerous thoughts you had about him earlier. 

You don’t recall ever spending an afternoon like this - in your most comfortable clothes, enjoying something delicious, and in the presence of one Jeon Jungkook who crashed into your life, seemingly unimportant, but who now has become your constant in ways you never thought possible.

You’re used to days that never end. Between work and your pro-bono services to single moms who need help in some way, your mind never really takes a break and your body never really rests. You’re only taking a break and resting now because you’re forced to, because you need to - you can’t risk anything bad happening to you nor the baby with just two months left of the pregnancy. 

You promised the little one the moment she came to be that you were going to do everything to make sure that things would be easy for her, and if you have to force your life to be still for a moment so she can take the breather that she needs, then that’s what you’re going to do.

It just so happens that there’s a man next to you, somehow forcing his life to be still, too.

“You’re awfully quiet,” you turn to him, your eyes searching his face for something. “I’m not used to it.”

“Neither am I,” he faces you, chuckling. 

He’s dressed in his usual comfortable clothes, eyes soft and wandering out into the city, and drinking freshly-squeezed juice, which, he’d said one time, is a rarity for him because if it’s not water he’s drinking, it’s definitely beer or scotch.

“Outside of work, I have a lot of idle time but there’s never any quiet,” he continues. “I play games, workout, or try on recipes with music blaring in the background because it helps me focus, even with all the things going on in my head. And right now, things feel suspended, like I can actually pause and look around and savor what I’ve made and just be still, you know? Like I can just be.”

“Funny how I’m feeling the exact same thing,” you smile, turning back to the view before you. “I guess you just had to shut up for once for both of us to appreciate things like this.”

“Yah! Don’t ruin our moment,” he laughs. “But you do seem calm. It’s nice to see you like this. You always have a serious face in the mornings in the cafe and your eyes are glued to your iPad. And then when we’re out shopping, I can just tell your mind is going a mile a minute with what you’re going to buy and how it’s going to fit the room or what you’re going to cook it with.”

“Reading me without my permission, Jungkook?” You playfully cock your eyebrow. 

“I guess I’m just quite observant when it comes to you.”

He holds your gaze, and you find yourself getting lost in them. You don’t like it when you don’t have the upper hand, when you become speechless, when your mind goes hazy and you’re unable to process things, and especially when you find yourself wanting to give up control just a little bit, if only for you to live in this moment just a while longer.

But you snap yourself out of it as quickly as you let yourself fall into it. 

“Well, that makes you one of many,” you smirk. 

He knows, and he’s frustrated that that hurt him more than he wanted it to. Because much as he’s tried his best to keep all his feelings in, it’s been increasingly difficult as he sees what both of you could be, especially after today when he’d never felt so content as he is now - just you and him and the world below. 

Yet he keeps standing close, willing to be whatever you need him to be, as long as he gets to be with you. So he just laughs along and lets you have the last say on this one. 

He’s about to praise himself for your obvious delight in what he’s baked when there’s a call, indicating a package or a visitor. You excuse yourself and it’s not long after when the doorbell rings, and you squeal at the arrival of the rugs and linens you ordered online, the last remaining pieces of the nursery you’ve been waiting for.

Jungkook walks towards you, briefly reveling in your excited face, before he goes ahead and helps you out. It takes about an hour to get things fixed, as you couldn’t decide which ones to use first, since you’d purchased more than what you need just in case. 

The room looks beautiful, just as how you envisioned it to be. It’s neutral and calming, conducive to sleep for you and the baby, and you can’t wait for you to spend time here, reading her stories, trying but failing to sing her lullabies, cradling her to sleep, feeding her, and telling her every night just how much you love her. 

You get lost in all those moments that are to come, with Jungkook next to you seemingly doing the same, as he compliments each area and narrates what he imagines you’d be doing. And it’s in that moment that you feel her kick - once, twice, then a few more times. 

“Ooh,” you yelp, giggling as you palm your belly. “Someone’s excited.” 

Jungkook turns towards you. “She’s kicking?”

“Yeah, here,” you say, taking his hand and guiding it to where you feel the little human is making her presence felt. “Do you feel it?”

Jungkook lets you take the lead, but he eliminates the distance as you tug him closer. His eyes follow your hand as it directs his, the image of it causing his mind to fantasize all the other moments this could happen, the feel of your skin causing a shiver down his spine. 

His gaze settles on you not long after, your excited smile making his heart leap at how beautiful you are, and how you chose to share this moment with him, letting him do something so intimate like this, letting him in in a way you haven’t done before, sharing with him a part of you that not just anyone gets the privilege to see. 

“She can’t keep still like her mother,” he laughs, eyes moving back to your belly. 

He’d expected you to say something, but he’s met with silence. He sees your hand loosen its grip on his, your fingers grazing his own so delicately, and he wishes you’d hold him again. He could hear and see your chest heaving, and he’s somehow afraid to see what your face is like, but he forces himself to look at you. 

Your eyes are focused on him, your lips parted at the sight before you. It had been natural for you to take his hand and let him feel the baby kicking. The moments she had usually happened when you were in bed or at work, with no one else around to feel it. Now Jungkook is here, a funny game the universe is playing, you think, and he looks so happy experiencing this with you. 

You hadn’t realized you’d pulled him so closely, and as he looks at you, you can feel his warm breath hitting your skin, his chest also now heaving at how intimate yet tense this feels. You see him eye your lips, and you visibly swallow, the part of you wanting him to kiss you unyielding. His hand slowly ascends, gently cupping your cheek and you let him, your eyes closing as you savor his touch on your skin, warm yet soft as you expected.

He whispers your name before you feel it, his tender lips against yours, unsure yet wanting, hoping you’ll let him do more.

You kiss him back, your mind going hazy at the feel of him like this, wanting more but none of it at the same time. You feel his tongue licking your lips, and it’s right when your phone rings, breaking you out of the spell that you willingly gave into, something you regret immediately.

You place your hand on his chest and gently push him back, his body following as you do. You turn away, afraid to look at him.

Even from your side, Jungkook could see the uneasiness and remorse in your eyes, the sudden uncertainty that wasn’t there seconds ago. Your mouth opens, and he readies himself for what you’ll say, and with his feigned bravery, he internally breaks as you utter the words that would pain him in ways he didn’t expect. 

And it wouldn’t be the last.

“You have to go, Jungkook.”

It doesn’t seem like the end, yet somehow he feels like it is. But he follows, as he always does when it comes to you. He doesn’t say anything more. He just quietly packs his things as you stay rooted in your spot, the phone continuously ringing, stopping, then ringing again. 

The door shuts, the sound akin to his heart breaking. And he doesn’t recall ever feeling pain like this in his entire life.

**

You sit on your bed, doing the breathing exercises your yoga instructor taught you when you start to feel anxious. But you’re getting impatient and your racing heart isn’t calming down. 

You recall what your therapist had you do several times - naming things you hear, you smell, you feel, and you see. 

It doesn’t help, though, because all you find yourself hearing, smelling, feeling, and seeing, is Jungkook. His infectious laughter ringing in your home, his garlic and orange juice scent on your skin, the taste and feel of his lips on yours, the sight of his dejected eyes for that brief moment you looked at him, and his retreating form, walking away from you like you’d told him to do.

Your tongue licks your quivering lips, your teeth biting into the flesh as if desperate to taste him again, because much as you want to deny it, it’s what you want. You want his hand on you, the way it was when he felt your baby kick and when it moved to cup your cheek, pulling you close so his mouth could meet yours, the gentle yet needy way he kissed you clouding your mind again like it did just an hour ago.

It felt so good, so right, and utterly scary once you realized how easy it was for you to fall into it. For once, you weren’t thinking, you were feeling, and for a decade of your life, you’d been taught that once your emotions start to control you, that’s when your downfall happens. 

And you’d been so close. You almost completely gave in. You almost had him hold you; almost had him break down all your defenses and enter your heart to lay permanently in one of the spaces you’d left unoccupied for years. 

You almost wanted to keep him, hold him yourself and not let go. You almost wanted more, to share in the life you’d painstakingly created for yourself and your daughter. You almost wanted him to be there with you and the little one inside you. You almost wanted him to love you.

And you had to push him away before any of those almosts became real, because the last thing you want is to give away the control you have over your life, afraid you’d crash if you shared it with him. 

Your phone pings and you glance at the messages coming in, and you can’t help the one tear that falls at the sight of his name on your screen.

[From: Jungkook - BS Chef] I’m so sorry for earlier. I didn’t mean to cross a line or make you feel uncomfortable

[From: Jungkook - BS Chef] you have to believe me, please

[From: Jungkook - BS Chef] I hope I didn’t screw everything up

**

The days turn into weeks, and you convince yourself that it’s easy to forget that the afternoon in your apartment even happened. Sometimes you bring yourself to believe that you’d just dreamt it all up, that you only imagined kissing Jungkook, that he’d been the one to say he had to go, that it hadn’t been you who pushed him out because he’d done something you didn’t want - make him part of your plan.

But everytime you fall into that alternate reality you want so badly to be real, a message from him is all it takes to remind you that that Sunday indeed happened, and you’d been the one who let him walk away, and you’re the one still keeping him out, even if the Jungkook-shaped hole in your life is telling you that you miss him, and there’s nothing more you want than to hear his silly stories and hear his laugh again. 

After leaving his daily messages unread, they stopped for a while, and you hated how your heart hurt at the sudden absence you’d forced him to make. 

But they started coming again, the apologies now turned to asking how you are, what food you’re craving, if you bought the baby grooming set you’ve been eyeing. It’s as if that day didn’t happen, like everything between you is still the way it was, and what hurt more was seeing the smiley faces and winks disappear, the messages getting shorter, the frequency, less. 

It’s exactly 3 weeks later when you feel his facade completely break down at the messages that light up your phone. They remain unread, and whatever heartbreak you felt you’d seen on his face that day doesn’t match the words you see on the notifications on your screen.

I miss you.

Please let me see you.

This hurts so much, I don’t know what to do.

**

You enter your office the next morning and reflexively sigh, as what you’ve been doing every morning the past few weeks. It’s your last week at work before your maternity leave, and you’re glad that the pile of documents on your desk didn’t increase over the weekend, as what you expected.

You proceed with checking the files you need to review and the others you need to endorse, mentally calculating how much time you’ll need for each one so you could make it to your meeting with Jin in 3 hours. 

He’d been the one having separation anxiety, and he’s been looking to you to make sure he’s got all bases covered and functioning well until you get back.

You don’t notice that you’d been staring at one particular case for longer than intended, and it’s the knock on the door that gets you out of your seemingly perpetual haze. You put on your brave face, thinking it’s one of the associates needing to get their case or document reviewed, and you slightly smile at the presence of Yoongi at the door, his worried eyes looking back at you.

While you and Jin butt heads because you’re very much alike in terms of temper and ego, you and Yoongi bicker a lot because you’re two faces of the same coin - he thinks a lot but in a quiet way; you think a lot and are loud about it. He trusts in his capabilities so much that makes him laid-back; you trust in yours so much that makes you constantly going, moving, arguing, winning. But it’s that sameness that makes him know immediately when something is wrong, and he doesn’t even have to ask what it’s about; you both feel things internally after all.

“You don’t have to pretend around me, you know?” He mumbles, setting a folder in front of you.

“I know. Doesn’t mean I want to talk about it,” you respond, signing the papers.

“I’m here if you want to,” he reminds you.

“I know that, too.”

You give him a faint smile. It’s the most you could give him, you think, after how quietly supportive he’s been.

He nods then turns around after getting what he needs from you.

“Min,” you say, eyeing the coffee on your desk, the Blue Side logo on the takeout cup causing the slight quiver in your voice. 

“Thanks for my drink. And for getting it for me the last 3 weeks.”

He faces you again with the same comforting eyes that he’d given you all these years - when you thought you wouldn’t place in the top of the bar exams, when you lost your first case, when you first let down a client’s family, when you had your first heartbreak. And now, your second.

Yoongi doesn’t go to the cafe every morning like you, but that first Monday when you arrived at work without your usual energy and an empty hand, he knew. It wasn’t just how your voice cracked over the phone the night before, or the way your face dropped when Jimin had mentioned Jungkook’s name; it was, more heartbreakingly, the way you cradled your belly without the smile you’d always have. 

Yoongi had been going to the Blue Side since then, knowing you can’t be without their coffee and the occasional pastry, and he’d learned that Jungkook has been taking the closing shifts, unable to stay awake in the mornings or even midday. 

“You can’t be without coffee, even if it’s decaffeinated,” he shrugs. “Can’t have our best lawyer be without her favorite things around here.”

“Careful, Min. Jin might hear you,” you tease.

“Nah, he’d agree with me.”

“Which part?”

“Everything. And that whatever it is you’re going through, you’re gonna be okay.”

You manage a smile. You know Yoongi’s not just saying that as part of some script that friends tell their friends. He’s saying it because it’s the same thing you’d told him when he took a week off from work without telling any of you where he went, wanting to disappear for a while after his grandfather died. You eventually drove to Daegu that weekend and found him in their favorite basketball court, crying all alone. 

He’s saying it because he truly means it, because during the darkest points of your life, he’d been the one at the end of the tunnel, reaching out for your hand when you were so close to making it out. He’d seen you get through everything, even if he wasn’t right there with you. 

Nothing else needs to be said, as he gives an encouraging smile then heads out the door. And for the first time in so long, you feel a little bit lighter, like you’re given even just the shortest moment to breathe. 

That is, until Jimin enters your room.

You’re used to his bluntness, his cheekiness, and his angelic smile and kindness. You’re not used to a Jimin who can’t even look you in the eye, as he sits in front of you and hands you the contract you had him draft not long ago for a corporate client you brought in. 

Skimming through the first few pages, you know it’s good; he’d incorporated the comments you gave the last time you met about this. You don’t doubt his capabilities, even if he’d been a little anxious taking the lead with something you’d assigned to him.

You’d spent countless sleepless nights working on cases together, a few of them ending in one or both of you drunk, crying, or laughing incessantly. But for the first time, being around him is unnerving, especially when you feel his eyes on you when yours are on the document, and once again, it’s getting a little harder to breathe.

The past few weeks have been so hectic, and you haven’t had time to even check in with your usual group at work to catch up. But you know that Jimin knows; how much, you’re unsure. But he’d always spoken about Jungkook with so much affection, like a little brother, and you’d understand the protectiveness that Jimin might feel over the younger man. 

You finish going through the contract, satisfied with the final output. You express your approval and hand him back the folder. He stands up and you go back to one of the contracts you’re supposed to sign off on, but you feel him looking at you, his fidgeting echoing in the quiet of your room.

“Whatever you wanna say, Park, don’t,” you warn. 

A 50-50, really, because half the time he listens to you, half the time he doesn’t.

Today is one of the times he doesn’t.

“Jungkook’s a really great guy, ___, and he’s really sorry,” he says bravely. “He’s really into you and—”

“Park, I said—”

“And I know it isn’t my place and you can’t fire me for this so even if you don’t wanna hear it, I’m gonna say it. Because much as you’re my friend, so is he. And if you can’t give him a chance to be with you, you can at least give him a reason why you can’t. He deserves that much. You, of all people, should know that.”

He shuffles out of the room, the closing of the door signaling that it’s safe, and you let one, two, three tears slide down your face. It’s all you’ll let yourself do for now. It’s all you’ll allow yourself to feel.

**

“Your filling’s burnt,” Dea points out, as she watches helplessly at the man who's been looking more like a zombie than an actual human being the past few weeks. 

“Fuck!” Jungkook grunts, tossing the apple mixture into the trash then grabbing the butter for a do-over. 

He looks at the bowl where there should be more apples, irritated that it’s now empty.

“That was your third try, Jungkook. Half the fruits we prepared are now gone,” Dea states, though not sounding angry.

“Shit, don’t tell Hobi,” he says, huffing in frustration at his terrible performance at the cafe lately. 

He’s glad that Dea is there to hold the fort for him, otherwise he’d be lucky to still have a job, nevermind that the owner is his friend.  

“I’m sure he knows,” she tells him. “He takes inventory and sees you walk in here like you’ve got the entire world on your shoulders. You’re not exactly a hard guy to read, you know?”

Jungkook sighs, anger at himself building up again for how much he’s let himself go the past weeks. It’s not easy to remain functional and present when his heart is aching in places he never thought they would. He’s unable to sleep at night, tossing and turning and thinking of all the ways he screwed up. Not even his games interest him, nor the dozen other things he has in his apartment. 

The nights are painstakingly long, and he’d asked for the closing shift because the only time he falls asleep is when his body has given up after being awake during the ungodly hours, and that’s usually mid-morning. He gets up in the afternoon, whips up something edible, then heads to the cafe to close up shop until midnight. 

He doesn’t mind it, as the customers during those hours are also too tired to converse, and he keeps himself in the kitchen, preparing the batches of dough for the next day’s service, barely talking to his other colleagues who’ve been trying their hardest to cheer him up. 

He wonders how you do it. But then again, you’re the one who did the ghosting - you may be doing fine and happy and going about your fast-paced and busy and very adult life as if you hadn’t done anything, as if you hadn’t kissed him back then pushed him away. 

Jungkook has been replaying that day over and over again in his mind - how you agreed to have him over, how you amusingly watched him bake bread then delighted over its taste. He remembers every detail of your calm and relaxed face as you both sat outside your balcony, watching the world go by. 

He felt still then, and he knew you felt the same. And like a dream come true, he felt you close, as you had him cradle your belly, pulling him and he kissed you, too and you kissed him back. You sighed right before that, the kind you take after a long day and you’re finally comfortable in bed. 

For a moment, he felt that’s what he was to you - the one you come home to, that you settle into after you’d left the craziness of the world out the door, the one you collapse to when things get too much. 

And he wanted it, all of it. 

It almost felt like so did you. 

He also almost wished he didn’t do what he did, so then you’d still be around, and he’d still see your smile, hear your laugh, watch you do superhuman things while still looking like the most beautiful woman in the world. 

But then again, if it hadn’t happened, then maybe he wouldn’t be this sure about you, because after that kiss, your lips are the only ones he ever wants to know. 

It’s been over three weeks and he still hasn’t heard from you. He’d panicked and sent all the possible apologies he could that would make you believe he really was sorry. Even if you returned the act, he still crossed a line. The last thing he wants is for you to feel uncomfortable, for you to feel that he doesn’t respect you; the last thing he wants is for you to think he doesn’t care about what you want and what you’ve built for yourself. 

When he realized that you probably hated seeing the same words pop on your screen over and over again - because he knows you; you’d never not read any text message, even if you don’t open it and reply - he resorted to his usual self. 

He just wanted to know if you were okay. You’re nearing your 8th month and he could imagine you feeling anxious about it. You’d be finding it hard to let go of your work and assigned cases, but you’d need to because you can’t get stressed and risk it affecting your baby. 

He could swallow his pride, apologize profusely, but he also wants to know if you’ve got everything prepared. You tend to panic when it isn’t, and he’d take an angry version of you over a stressed and scared one any day. Especially if he’s not around, unable to give whatever help you might need. 

But even his questions were left unanswered, and it took a particularly difficult weekend and a tear-filled Sunday night with Jimin for Jungkook to crack, and that evening, he said the words out loud to someone, the same words that have been ringing in his head. 

He misses you. He wants to see you. Every part of him hurts and he doesn’t know what to do. 

He wouldn’t go to your office nor your apartment. He wouldn’t badger your friends or family to get you to talk to him. You don’t like being told what to do, that much he knows, and like all the times before, he’d just wait until you decide you want to give him a portion of your time. 

It’s later that night, just as he’s cleaning the mess he made at the kitchen after having burned another batch of filling, that he gets the message he'd been waiting but also dreading to receive.

[From: Boss Queen Atty. Kim 😍😍] We need to talk. 

**

It’s unusually cool for a summer afternoon. It’s aesthetically a beautiful day, Jungkook thinks, as he briefly looks up at the pale blue and glowing sky, not minding having to walk the few blocks to your office, as you’d asked him last night to. 

He takes the elevator to the rooftop - a quiet, open space of the mid-rise building where your firm is located - and his breathing slows down at the thought of finally seeing you after 3 weeks. It felt so empty, so uninspiring, so dull, too still yet too loud without your presence at the same time. 

There are benches in the corners, meant for office workers who want to take a break from the hustle and bustle indoors only to get drowned in the hustle and bustle of the outdoors, as the view of downtown Seoul, somewhat a relief. 

Jungkook has been here twice. The first time was because he finally perfected the strawberry shortcake you love and just had to give it to you right away; the second time was because the cheesecake recipe he’d been working on - his favorite - finally made it to the Blue Side menu and he just had to make you try it. 

Both visits were quick. You didn’t want him going to your office but he teased you enough with photos that your sweet tooth compelled you to make him come, so he did. Sometimes he lets himself think that the way your eyes lit up those times were because of him, and not because of the sweets you were getting.

He has a feeling this is gonna be a quick one, too, but he’s unsure about your eyes lighting up this time. 

Uncertain how this meeting is going to go, he walks over to you quietly, savoring the sight of you in your loose, ruffled dress, hands cradling your belly as you always do. 

There’s a faraway look in your eyes, he can tell. He’s seen that face a few times - in the cafe as you looked out to the busy street, and on your balcony as you took in the view of the river. Those times it seemed that you were being still; you did say that you always found it difficult to live in the present and just savor the moment because you were always thinking, planning, envisioning. 

He doesn’t know about now, though. Are you thinking about what you're having for dinner tonight? Planning about your weekend and the rest of your maternity leave? Are you envisioning your daughter’s first steps, first words, the first argument she’ll win? 

Is he going to be a part of all that?

The last thought causes a crack in his heart that he worries you heard, as you turn around to face him, your brief smile falling instantly.

“How long have you been standing there?” You ask.

“Not long,” he says, walking towards you.

You give him that look, the one that says you don’t believe him, the one that disarms him, the one that always makes him tell you the truth.

“A while,” he corrects himself, his brief smile also falling instantly. “You look good. Are you feeling okay? Is she doing okay?”

“Yeah, we’re doing fine. Thank you,” you respond, biting your lips. “I appreciate you coming over. I wasn’t sure when your shift started so, uh, yeah. I appreciate it.”

You’re rarely ever this nervous nor this polite to him, and it makes him sick to his stomach. 

He feigns a smile this time and hands you the cranberry and black tea and mini macaroons he prepared before coming here. 

You hesitantly take them, hands gripping the paper bag, trying that breathing exercise you can’t seem to quite perfect. But you mentally push yourself to go through this. You’d spent the past 3 days planning what you were going to tell him, with Jimin’s statement at your office last Monday the slap in the face you’d needed to finally give Jungkook what he’d been needing, what he’d been silently asking for, what you know will break his heart. 

“I’m sorry I haven’t been responding,” you finally say, the silence suffocating you in this open-air space. “I just didn’t know what to say after what happened that day.”

It’s the only reason you can give; you don’t think that being scared is good enough these days. No one lives fully by being scared, and up until a few weeks ago, that’s what you’ve been doing - claiming things for yourself, working hard and taking what you deserve. 

But this is different. Jungkook is different. You didn’t work hard for him. You didn’t ask for him. You didn’t prepare your life for him. 

“I’m sorry I blew up your phone,” he manages a chuckle, not wanting to acknowledge your reason for leaving him in the dark for weeks. “So is that why you asked me to see you? Do you already know what you want to say?”

He’s being brave, but he doesn’t know for how long he can keep up the act.

You see him try to hold it together and you ache for him, because you’re trying so hard, too. 

You take a while before you speak again, wanting this image of him in his dark jeans and plaid polo over a white shirt to be one you hold in the nook of your heart for when things get too much and you want a laugh, or to feel comfort when you’re scared that you’re gonna fail, or to feel like you can do anything when you start to doubt yourself. 

You don’t want to talk about that day, nor that kiss, nor the aftermath of it. You want to talk about how he feels.

“Jungkook, do you like me? Be honest.”

“Yes,” he says, like the punctuation mark to your last word. “But you made it clear from the beginning that you just want to be friends and I’ve always respected that.”

“You have,” you nod. “But you’ll always want more, won’t you?”

“Yes,” he responds, guiltily this time, feeling like it’s a betrayal of your trust. “And that’s because you’re seriously the smartest, warmest, most brilliant and beautiful person I’ve ever met and I just… if being friends is all we can be, that’s enough for me, honestly. Because you make me laugh and smile and feel seen and heard and I enjoy every moment I spend with you,” he rambles, walking closer to you now. “And even if I’ll always want more because, well, I like you, a whole lot, it’s okay and—”

“And then what if I start wanting more, too?” 

The words come out like a confession you regret, one you feel too weak to keep in, but it’s the reason, your reason, and for you, that’s the only thing that matters.

His doe-eyes stare back at you, wonder and fear condensed in the prettiest orbs you’ve ever seen, and you worry you’ll miss this too much, too. 

“Then that’s great, ___,” he stammers. “I mean, do you?”

“It doesn’t matter because at the end of the day, I can’t.”

“You’re the last person who’d ever say they can’t want what they want,” he huffs. “We can just go with this, with whatever you’re feeling for me. You don’t have to know it, you don’t have to know what you want yet. We can just see where it goes,” he begs.

“But I don’t do that, Jungkook,” your voice raises. “I don’t just see where things go. I don’t just wait to know things. I’m not wired that way,” you exclaim. “I don’t wanna hurt you even more than I already am. I don’t want to lead you on even more than I already did. I don’t want that burden. I don’t want to keep thinking about what my actions mean to you or to me. I don’t wanna worry about what you feel all the time. I…” you sigh. 

You look him in the eyes, knowing they’ll be haunting you for longer than you’d want, but you need him to know that you’re not turning back from this anymore. You cradle your belly, the act always giving you comfort, joy, pride. And for a brief moment, you let your heart crack because of it.  

“This little one is my priority. Everything I’ve been doing and will be doing is for her. All my time and my energy and my love, it’s all for her. Just her. Because I planned her, Jungkook,” you breathe out. “But I didn’t plan you.”

You see him bite his lips then clench his jaw, his fists, and his body tensing. You look away before you see him hurt even more.

“I’m so sorry, but I can’t see you anymore.”

And just as you easily walked into his life, you walk out of it just the same.

Jungkook stands there, his back to your retreating form, waiting until he no longer hears your footsteps, knowing he’d be tempted to run after you and ask you to give him a chance. He knows better than to try to convince you to change your mind, and with your due date coming up soon, he doesn’t want to add to the stress that you’re already under, having to deal with what he’s feeling. 

When the coast is clear, he turns around and starts walking back to the cafe. He goes through his shift without a hitch, managing a smile and laugh with the customers here and there, and then he heads back to his apartment in the evening where he’s finally able to breathe. 

There’s a big hole in his heart in your absence, and he clutches his chest at the pain he didn’t think he could ever feel. 

Laying in bed until the early morning, he thinks about all the things he’s come to like about you - your laugh, your furrowed brows when you’re angry, the cocked ones when you’re dismantling someone on the witness stand, your tender lips that he wants more of. 

He doesn’t know if it’s better that he knows what it tastes like because now, he’d have more of you to miss. 

He knows one thing for sure, though - he doesn’t regret a single moment he’d spent with you because then, he got to experience the beauty of having someone like you in his life.

You’re a still day sometimes - like that afternoon at your apartment when life seemed so simple and slow, the silence you shared comforting and assuring. It’s like those weekends of walking through every aisle of the grocery side-by-side, your eyes lighting up at everything you see; it’s like your moments of calm when you cradle your belly, your smile the softest he’s ever seen, and you’d turn to him, as if you wanted him there, as if you were thankful and glad that he was.

You’re a hurricane sometimes - going into your office with your demands and your plans; marching through the courtroom and winning cases and breaking glass ceilings; breezing through life as you achieve one goal at a time… Like a storm he didn’t expect that crashed into his life, damaging those around you and what’s inside of him. As if it hurts that he cares, that he wants you, that you want him, too.

You came and left with his heart in your hands. You’d torn it into pieces, and you’d done it so certainly. 

##

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[enchantestuff]

hatred - Charles Leclerc

I think I might make this into a mini series with an enemies to civil with each other to friends to lovers kind of vibe but I'm still not sure, anyways here's Charles x reader wanting to rip each others throats but instead end up ripping each others clothes off

gonna dedicate this to the lovely @yungbludz​ happy birthday <33

GIF NOT MINE

warnings; smut as per usual, Charles being very egotistical, choking, language, enjoy <3

2k words 

part two

It was safe to say you and Charles hated each other. You knew hate was a strong word, but you also knew that you felt nothing but hatred for the man. You hated his cocky smile and the fact that everyone seemed to be obsessed with him. You also hated the fact that you had to spend the whole weekend with him.

You worked for Ferrari, meaning that, unfortunately, you had to spend a lot of time with Charles. You were actually excited when you first got the job of being Charles Leclerc's PR manager. You had admired the driver and couldn’t wait to work alongside him, but that all changed once you actually met him and realised what an ass he really was. Everyone else loved him, of course, because he seemed to be nice to every single person on the planet except you.

You and a select number of the Ferrari team had been invited to a special charity event taking place in the ballroom of a luxurious hotel. You had all decided to check into the hotel the day before the event, in order to save time and familiarise yourself with the venue. Of course, according to your job description, you also had to run through the possible questions Charles could be asked with him.

Although Charles loathed you, he had to admit you were good at your job and managed to prepare him for every possible scenario, which is why he hadn’t begged Mattia to fire you, at least not yet.

You sighed as you reached the check in desk, all you wanted to do was flop onto the hotel bed and sleep until the morning. You gave the lady behind the desk your name and watched as she quickly typed on the computer in front of her. “Ah yes, Y/N and Charles, room 506”

Your eyes widened at her words as you shook your head. “No no, that can’t be right” you pleaded as you leaned your arms against the counter.

“Im sorry ma'am, but the booking is for the both of you” she explained with apologetic eyes as she handed you the room key.

“Take your time, Y/N. Not like we aren’t all exhausted from our long trip” you heard Charles scold from behind you. You quickly turned around and shoved the room key into his chest.

“Politetly, go fuck yourself, Leclerc” you muttered as you shouldered past him and walked straight to Mattia on the other side of reception. Mattia sighed once you walked over and gestured for you to begin arguing with him, he knew it was going to happen.

“Why? Why would you stick me in a room with that-that imbecile!” you snapped.

“Listen, Y/N, i know how much you dislike him and vice versa, but everyone had to be paired with someone and I thought this was the best option for you both” he explained with a soothing voice.

“Why do I have to be with her?” you heard Charles ask from behind you. You felt small standing in front of him, his broad frame practically trapping you between him and Mattia.

“Y/N is your PR manager, it's her job to prepare you for this event” Mattia once again calmly explained

“And she couldn’t do that over breakfast?” Charles inquired, you could feel his tense gaze on the back of your head and you whipped around scoffing at him as you placed your hands on his hips.

“Don’t act like this was my idea! Not everyone wants to share a room with you Charles, get your head out of your ass”

Charles opened his mouth to throw a rude remark your way but Mattia stopped him before he got the chance. “The both of you are sharing this room, whether you like it or not. I think everyone would prefer if you took this time to sort out your problems instead of bickering like children. I’ll see you both at breakfast. Goodnight,” he scolded as he walked off with his luggage in tow.

You felt your cheeks redden as embarrassment creeped up your shoulders. “Are you trying to get me fired?” you accused Charles as you grabbed your own luggage and made way for the elevator.

He shrugged in response, “Wouldn’t be the worst thing” he muttered, stepping inside with you. You pressed your floor number and sighed in frustration. “Can you stop breathing so loud?” he groaned, rolling his eyes.

“It was a sigh, dipshit.”

“Trust me, i don't want to be near you as much as you don't want to be near me”

“Glad we're on the same page” you replied, stepping out of the elevator and storming to your room, which in hindsight was a foolish idea as Charles had the key and you had to wait for him as he took his sweet time walking up the hallway.

He unlocked the door with a smug look on his face and stepped in before you, dropping his luggage on the floor as he surveyed the room. “You have got to be kidding me” he complained once he saw the double bed in the middle of the room.

“Oh what is it now, Charles?” you asked as you shut the door behind you “is the carpet not to your liking? Is it too bright? Are there no chocolates on the pillow” you continued and slipped off your shoes, “do you want me to - oh shit” you cursed as you saw the predicament you both were in. “Looks like you're sleeping on the floor” you shrugged whilst walking towards the bed.

“I am NOT sleeping on the floor,” Charles complained.

“What? And you think I am?” you argued, once again placing your hands on your hips.

“I don’t see why not,” he commented, crossing his arms across his chest.

“I am not sharing a bed with you, Leclerc! So you,” you jabbed a finger at his chest, “are going to have to step off your mighty throne and take the gentleman approach and sleep,” jab “on,” jab “the floor,” you snapped.

Charles raised his eyebrow as he stared at you. You could cut the tension between the two of you with a knife, it was almost unbearable. You had never fought this long, somebody had always interrupted you both before you got the chance to really push each other's buttons. “I'm going to say this nice and slow, sweetheart,” Charles growled, taking a step forward, you in turn took a step back as you removed your finger from his chest, “I’ll take the high road, we can share the bed just this once, as long as you stop acting like the spoiled princess that you will never be” he continued to walk towards you as he spoke and you were eventually trapped against the wall.

Charles moved his hand to lie on the wall next to your head, the distance between the two of you becoming smaller and smaller by the second. “I might be ready to step off my throne but are you ready to be a good girl and step off yours too?” he concluded. 

“Bite me, Charles” you retorted and something in the both of you snapped as you grabbed his face in your hands and he roughly grabbed your waist. Your lips violently pressed against his as your tongues practically fought against each other. You almost moaned at the force of his kiss, but refused to give him the satisfaction.

Charles pulled away, giving your mouth a final short kiss before he moved to mark your neck. “Come on, princess. Stop being stubborn for once in your life and let me hear the noises that you can make''

You however kept your mouth shut, Charles smirked and shrugged his shoulders. “If that's how you want to play it,” he smirked before gently grabbing your breast and slipping his hands into the waistband of your leggings. He rubbed circles on your clit as he pinched your nipples. “I want to hear you, sweetheart,” he grunted.

You rolled your eyes back in pleasure and involuntarily let out a moan. Charles felt his dick twitch in his pants and cockily grinned as he kissed right under your nose. “Good girl,” he whispered. It wasn't long before his trousers were discarded as well as your own leggings. You hadn’t moved however and were still pressed up against the wall. “Are you sure you want this?” he asked and although you felt your heart skip a beat you rolled your eyes at him and nodded.

“Yes, please just - just hurry up” you squirmed against the wall. That seemed to be all the validation he needed. He slowly put a condom on before easing into you. You scrunched your eyes at the uncomfortable feeling and tapped him to move. Your lips parting on their own accord as the feeling was replaced with pure pleasure. Charles forcefully grabbed your legs and wrapped them around his waist, providing him with a better angle for both himself and you.

“O-oh shit” you moaned as you scraped your nails down his shoulders to his arms, which left harsh red marks in their wake. Charles moaned at the feeling and you were almost aroused by the sound. Almost.

One of Charles hands were digging into the soft flesh of your thigh while the other moved to wrap itself around your neck, his signature pinky ring digging into the flesh of your skin causing you to mimic his actions and let out a moan at the pain.

“You like that?” he grunted as he continued to thrust into you, lightly placing some pressure on your throat, not enough to suffocate you, he didn't hate you that much, but enough for you to enter a state of pure bliss.

“I hate you, Leclerc” you found yourself muttering but you certainly did not hate him at that very moment.

“Feelings mutual, love”

You continued to scrape your nails across his back, desperate to pull more moans out of him. Charles however, didn't like being the only vulnerable one and removed his hands from your throat, he grabbed both of your hands in his own and shoved them upwards, beginning his assault on your chest.

Your toes curled as he hit all the right spaces, you knew you were close but you really didn’t want to be the first one to let go. Charles could feel the clenching of your walls and smirked into your chest. “Are you close, princess?” he asked, bringing his mouth to your lips and for some reason you found yourself kissing him back.

“No” you blatantly lied.

You moved your head closer to him when he pulled away but he refused to connect your lips once more and you found yourself pouting at the lack of attention. God, how pathetic had you become.

“Now, i knew you were a spoiled brat but i didn't take you for a liar as well”

“Glad to know your ego has no off moments, Charles” you scoffed and were about to start an argument before he began slowly pounding into you, his precise thrusts made it extremely difficult to formulate a sentence let alone hold onto the knot in your stomach. So, against your brain telling you not to, you let go.

You would have fallen onto the ground if it wasn’t for Charles' strong grip trapping you against the wall and his own body. The noises that he made as he reached his own high caused your heart to flutter in your chest and you began to wonder if having sex with him was a bad idea.

“Are you okay?” he asked after he had pulled away from you. You nodded your head as you furrowed your eyebrows

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” you asked.

You were surprised the both of you were capable of having a normal conversation, but you supposed nothing could be normal between you after that.

Charles gently ran a finger across your neck and by the look on his face you knew you looked worse for wear. “I kind of lost myself in the moment, I’m sorry if I hurt you. Really I am” he clarified.

“Its okay” you sighed as you rubbed your neck, “lets just go to sleep”

“I’m still not sleeping on the floor”

“Just stay on your side of the bed, Leclerc”

[crimsonkenjii-writes]

heyy it's the giyuu simp hiding in your request box ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ mind if i sneak in another request :> just gonna slide this with a belated valentines day card

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may i request a giyuu x reader headcanons? where its just giyuu and the reader living a peacefull and happy life with their kids, just fluff of how their every day life goes and giyuu with his kids :D maybe even some headcanons of the other pillars meeting the kids and his s/o (feel free to change the idea ofcc i don't mind if you write it at all (~^.^)~)

Hello fellow Giyuu simp lolol

This sounds really cute! Of course I’ll write it! ʕ◡ᴥ◡ʔ♡

This turned out to be very long haha hope you don’t mind :)

Giyuu x Fem!Reader with Kids!! ♡

AU: Life Without Demons

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Giyuu was the first to ask for kids. It was a shock since you’d figure he’d be too nervous and insecure to think he’d be able to be a father. But he loves you too much to not have children with you. He just can’t picture his life without you and both of your guys’ children in his future.

“Y/N...” he approaches you timidly, “I have um something to ask you...” he kept fidgeting with his hands and struggled making eye contact. His cheeks starting to burn. “What is it, Giyuu??” He sat there a bit, his brows knitted together as if he’d trying to figure out how to compile his sentence. “Let’s have children!” He finally bursts out boldly. You were taken back for a second but smiled wide and hugged him, agreeing with all of your heart.

Giyuu didn’t want too many kids. He only wanted about two children. (Maybe three children he’s thinking on it 👀) And that’s what you both had. One boy and one girl. The boy took more of your looks but also had a good mix of Giyuu as well. He ended up taking his eyes and messy hair but had your hair color and overall facial features. The girl was a very good mix between the two of you. The boy was the eldest child.

Giyuu was the type of parent to spoil his children a lot. You often had to stop him because it got hard for him to say no to them a lot of the times. But when it came down to it, he knew when to be strict and stand his ground. Like if one of your children throws a tantrum for not getting the toy they want, Giyuu would have a stern tak with them about how they need to learn the importance of being told “no” and to handle it like a “big boy/girl”

Giyuu would also do whatever it takes to help you with anything around the house or with the kids. He’d also do anything to spend as much time with his children as possible.

Giyuu also secretly loved it when his kids would get nightmares and ask to sleep with the both of you. He really loved sleeping next to his family and would often invite the kids into the futon even if they didn’t have a nightmare that night. They’d always get really excited and join without hesitation. He also LOVES holding their hands. He loves how tiny and soft they are in his large, calloused ones. He also really loved having them ride on his shoulders

When it came down to being the good cop bad cop, you both had an equal share between it. I can see Giyuu being pretty strict but not to the point where it’s suffocating. He’d still take extra precautions to make sure his kids are safe and don’t get into trouble. He also tries to come to complete understandings with his children when they’re in disagreements with him. He’d sit and talk with them and make sure they don’t feel invalidated or hurt. Sometimes though, he’ll have to put his foot down and tell his children to listen to them and not question his thinking. He’ll often try to come back to them later and explain again.

Kamboko Squad and Pillars’ Reactions to First Born (and general interactions with kids)

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When the news got out to everyone that you both were expecting children, they were all so very excited.

You were a few weeks pregnant and Tanjirou (and the rest of the squad) came by to visit and he was able to smell it off you. You were a little shocked how he was able to notice until he explained how his mom smelled a certain way when pregnant with his siblings. Then it made a bit more sense. Kind of.

Poor little boy teared up because of how happy he was for the both of you. He was so happy to see Giyuu with the love of his life and now starting a family. Inosuke got all those fluffy things around his head. He was very soft and gentle around you and it was really cute. Sometimes he’d just stare at your bloated stomach and it seemed like he was having a psychic conversation with the baby lolol.

Nezuko was very excited to meet the new baby and couldn’t wait nine months! Zenitsu was really happy for the both of you and it really warmed his heart to hear the baby’s heartbeat. He also got very scared for you because he heard that giving birth if very painful and he’d never want to go through something like that either.

They all saw your kids as their own little siblings, especially Tanjirou. Tanjirou is very good with kids so they ended up liking Tanjirou a lot and would often beg you to let him visit more often so they could play with him. Nezuko also saw them and her own siblings and would always volunteer to knit/fix their haoris if they ever got damaged. She always brought snacks (usually toasted rice crackers) for the kids when she visited. She also helped with cooking dinner when she visited.

Zenitsu loved playing with them. Until one day your son found a worm and showed it to Zenitsu and he freaked out and thought it was a snake for a second. He started to become more wary of your son from then on.

Inosuke shared his boar mask with them and would let them ride on his back as he ran around. He also visited one day with a nicely wrapped box (wrapped by Tanjirou) and gifted it to your kids. You and Giyuu were very confused to see that it only had acorns in there.

You had Shinobu do regular check ups with you to make sure the pregnancy was going well. Despite her constant teasing, she actually told Giyuu how happy she was for him. This really warmed his heart and he couldn’t thank Shinobu enough for all her help. She helped with both the pregnancies/deliveries

Mitsuri was so so SO excited to meet the new babies!! She seemed more excited than you and Giyuu! She loves babies and thinks they’re really cute. And the fact that it’s going to be yours and Giyuu’s baby??? Geez, that just makes it 10x more adorable!! She really really wanted to be the first friend to hold the baby so you granted her wish. She was crying so much, she was so happy.

The baby’s cheeks became very red from how much Mitsuri pinched them. She nicknamed him her “Little Mochi” because of his squishy cheeks. (and she nicknamed your girl her “Little Sakura”)

Obanai kept trying to deny how happy and excited he was. “Hmph! I don’t do babies. Not at all.” But then he saw its cute, little chubby cheeks and couldn’t resist. He then vowed to be the greatest uncle to your baby boy (and girl once she visited the world)

Kyojuro was really excited to meet the baby too. His booming voice scared the baby and made him cry so Kyo learned to be more quiet around him. He was so nervous holding the baby but then got more use to it and didn’t want to hand him back. He wanted to hold on to the little boy forever!!

Muichiro was mostly dazed out but waved his finger in front of him and your little baby boy held onto him. Muichiro got very happy. “Y/N, Y/N! Look! He’s- he’s holding on to me!!” You’ve never seen him smile so wide. He’d often visit and be like, “Can I play with him today? I’ve missed him.” And he’d play with him for hours! He was the same with your little girl as well once she came around.

Sanemi kept trying to act all tough. “No! I don’t care about kids! Least of all babies! I couldn’t care less about Tomioka’s stupid ba-“ his eyes widened when he saw the baby. Then you saw the most softest smile on his face for the first time. He hugged the baby tight to him and didn’t let go or move for a while. He might or might not have teared up. But you swore with him that you saw nothing 👀 He’d make plenty of ohagi for the kids and make some extra for you and Giyuu. Giyuu was very happy to see Sanemi opening up a bit more and glad he became better friends with him as well.

“Tch, don’t get too comfortable, Tomioka. I’m only here for my niece, nephew and Y/N.” He was teasing he loved Giyuu too.

Tengen and his wives were all over the baby! His wives loved the baby so so so much!! They even planned out a baby shower for you when they heard the news so a lot of your baby stuff came from them! Once he finally joined the world, all of them teared up from joy. They all took turns holding the baby, playing with him, bouncing him on their laps. Tengen said that if you or Giyuu ever needed help, him and his wives were right there anytime.

The wives loved playing with your daughter! They’d often do her hair and make it really pretty. They’d also often spoil her with new pretty kimonos and hairpins and always said, “Once she gets older, we’ll always have girls nights out! Do all kind of girl talks and girl things! It’ll be so much fun!!”

Tengen got the baby a whole bunch of shiny jewelry and was like, “Ha! Now your baby boy shall be flamboyant! Even more flamboyant than he was before!!” He also secretly found it extremely adorable how he looked like a little baby Giyuu at first. Then he grew to have more of your facial features and it just made it even cuter for Tengen. He had a little soft spot for your daughter because he thought having a daughter would be very precious so he’d literally do anything for her (and would protect her with his life)

Gyomei was SO happy!!! He of course teared up too and was very very gentle with him. It was kind of cute seeing such a large man hold such a tiny little human. It’s like he could fit them each in one palm. He was one of your go to nanny’s and he’d always wear a pink apron when looking over the kids. He’d spoil them with lots of baked sweets. Everytime he visited, he always had a new beaded necklace to gift them. They ended getting too many and he stopped at one point. But he still gave them one on their birthdays

Shinobu found babies/kids a bit icky since they do have many bodily fluids they can’t control and sometimes don’t wash their hands but she still did normal check ups with them and was very good with them. She’d often visit with some new toys for the kids. She even got your daughter and little butterfly clip. Your son felt left out so she got him one too. For a while both your kids refered to her as the “Butterfly Lollipop Lady” since she gave them lollipops after every doctor visit. She’d just smile chillingly at Giyuu and say, “Tomioka-San, I figured you’d at least teach them my name after all I’ve done for you and your wife.” She was just teasing, she secretly loved her nickname

Shinobu also really loved listening to the baby’s heartbeat through a stethoscope. She also loved putting her hand on your belly and often talked to the baby. She’ll never admit to anyone else but she really enjoyed doing these things with both your pregnancies

[storiesbyjes2g]

Luca rattled off plans for tomorrow, and the smile slowly faded from Ali's face. Before he could tell the kids he was leaving in the morning, I made a mental executive decision and told Luca we'd love to do all the things he suggested. Ali's face wrinkled, and I knew he was about to spill the beans. I couldn't let that happen. Not when the kids were enjoying him so much. I was previously okay with him missing Alessia's birthday, but after seeing them together and witnessing the love in her eyes, I can't let Ali go home. He's already here. I already paid for everything, and I'm sure he can swing two more days of PTO.

"It's the weekend, Ali," I said with heavy emphasis on weekend, hoping he'd catch my meaning. "Surely there will be all kinds of events you don't want to miss."

"You're right," he said after a few moments of contemplation.

Though I expected him to comply, I was surprised he did so quickly and without contest.

The food came, and we enjoyed a nice, drama-free dinner. Afterward, the kids went to the bathroom, leaving me and Ali alone for the first time. At first, we smiled awkwardly, eyes bouncing all around to avoid contact. But then I thought of something rather important to say.

"You know... I wasn't sure how you being here was going to work. I originally told Luca no."

Ali chuckled. "He always gets to you."

I smiled bashfully. "You're not wrong. But now that you are here, I'm really glad you came."

He nodded. "Thanks for letting me tag along... And for taking care of everything. It...it really helped."

"Don't mention it. You should know I don't mind you being around. I just wasn't sure how you'd feel about being around me."

He nodded again.

"Luca is gonna live at home for a while, so I imagine Less will, too. If you ever want to come by and hang out with them, I'd welcome that."

He smiled. "That's good to know. Thank you."

I smiled back, and we sat in silence again for a beat.

"Listen," he said, "I want to apologize for how I acted at Alessia's last birthday. I've been thinking about it ever since and realized I was just jealous of your ability to give our kids things I couldn't. Who knows how long it would have taken me to save up for a trip like this. You've given them this experience and so many other things. I'm happy they've experienced life beyond their neighborhood. I just wish I could do more for them. But my ego shouldn't block their development. Thanks for taking extra care of our children."

I was blushing so hard. Deep down, I'd been wanting to hear him say something along those lines ever since he left me. Him taking the kids and saying he didn't trust me affected me much deeper than I've ever admitted. Even after he clarified his statement, saying he didn't think I was an unfit mother, I've been trying to prove that to him this whole time. When you admire someone, and they express a sentiment like that, it's damaging. He already had enough to side eye me for. I didn't need him also looking at me sideways because of my parenting. But he gets it now! I'm not someone who flashes my money in other sims' faces. That's nowhere near any part of my personality. Even spoiling the kids has never been my goal. I just want them to live life to the fullest, having everything they need and a few things they want.

"Ali... What you give them can't be measured in simoleons. And, I appreciate you saying that."

He winked. "Don't mention it."

[thenovelartist]

Boys as Dads - Tears of Themis Headcanons

I've been sitting on this for days, writing it after @luke-appreciator mentioned the boys as dads and henceforth planting the idea in my mind.

Luke

LOOK! Luke is living past his three year “time limit” goshdarnit! He gets to see his kids grow up!

And he has several of them with his MC (I’m thinking four or five.)

They were all mostly planned. (They were just rolling with however many they were blessed with until they decided to stop.)

When his first child was born, he cried. He didn’t think he’d get this opportunity, but now he’s a dad and feels overwhelmed by the blessing.

He is as involved in his kids’ lives as he possibly can be.

He’s the dad that will teach his kids how to fix everything.

Totally the hands-on dad of wrestling and headlocks and ruffling their hair.

Yes, even his girls, but in a slightly different context. Uses those moments to teach them self-defense. (Yes, he’ll do that to his boys, but he’s more concerned about his girls.)

That said, he’s very protective of his kids and wants to give them all the knowledge he can to make sure they can keep themselves safe.

Will try to get his kids into Sherlock Holmes.

One of his kids is named John after John Watson. It was actually MC’s idea, much to Luke’s surprise and delight.

When he’s away on mission (which already makes him sad because he doesn’t like being away from his precious family), he hates it when he has to go full dark mode. Because he’d at least like to call them and tell them good night if he can’t be there.

The king of pictures.

There are cameras scattered throughout the house so he can easily steal a picture whenever he wants to.

Will put together scrapbooks upon scrapbooks of photographs for all kinds of events. The kids get in on these activities, and it has become a bit of a family event to arrange the pages together.

Not a day goes by he takes for granted. Does not matter if he’s cleaning up diapers or one of his kids is sick or he’s having to do damage control when something gets out of hand. He cherishes all of it.

Vyn

I see Vyn having one or two. Both were totally planned.

Mostly, he just sees children as patients, but now, he’s got two children he actually raises.

And the moment his first child is placed into his arms, he realizes with sickening clarity that his actions have a direct impact on their lives.

While he knew that beforehand, there was a moment it clicked, and Vyn felt himself change that day.

He strives to be the best father he can, minding everything he does to lead by example.

He didn’t have the greatest childhood, meaning he does everything he can to make sure his kids never have to experience the things he wished never happened to him.

He’s a bit of a helicopter parent despite knowing he needs to not be. All he wants to do is protect his kids, is that so wrong?

However, because of that, he happens to understand and sympathize with parents more now. His kids wrecked him in ways he didn’t think possible.

It’s a bit of a learning experience for him to allow his kids to learn on their own. He knows so much and wants to just tell them everything they need to know, but realizes that he can’t do that. He has to let them learn and grow in their own ways.

He wants to give his kids the best, from quality schooling to extracurricular activities. But he’s also is more than happy to teach them their way around the kitchen and garden as well as play games and do puzzles with them.

Also really enjoys reading them books at bedtime. A habit that will linger around for surprisingly long while.

He’s the dad that is glad to help with homework whenever they need it.

Always offers to listen to them and talk them through things. It would be pretty shameful if the psychiatrist couldn’t help guide his own kids through their own mental hurdles.

And he knows he did something right because his kids are comfortable talking with him about a lot of things, even in their teenage and young adult years.

Ends up the dad who has the best life advice that his kids eventually learn to always listen to even if they don’t appreciate it when they’re younger.

Artem

Ends up with a large family, both adopting and raising his own.

Probably two of their own, and two or three (or four… maybe five) adopted.

The kids they had were planned; the ones they adopted… not always. It tended to be a “this one grew on you unexpectedly” situation.

Loves all his kids equally, whether they’re his own or adopted.

Super supportive dad. Probably spoils his kids in praise and hugs.

That being said, he won’t coddle them. He’s all for supporting them, but knows when to allow his kids face the negative consequences of their actions. He’s an attorney, after all. This is his “justice” side showing.

But he’s fair. He will guide them the best he can but will let experience be the teacher if he needs to. And if experience is the cruel teacher of the day, he’ll be there, whether to pick them up, dust them off, and offer hugs or to talk them through how to best navigate the consequences and avoid the situation next time.

His schedule revolves around any and all events in his kids’ lives. Which, considering the size of his family, is a balancing act.

Days off are sacred. That is his time to spend with his family.

Nightly family dinners are a big thing in the Wing household. Game nights on weekends are even bigger. And louder.

He’s the dad that can go from tutus and tea parties to action figures and lego sets. Whatever his kids are up for, he’ll gladly participate.

Every year, for each kid’s birthday, will spend one-on-one time with them and do whatever they want to do for an entire day. With a big family, especially with the adopted ones, he knows it might be easy to feel lost in the crowd and doesn’t want any of his kids thinking that.

Once a year, they go on a week-long vacation somewhere in nature. No phones, no technology; this is family bonding time and time for kids to just run around and be kids.

All in all, grade A dad.

Marius

Ends up with two or three.

The first one was a surprise, and likely one more after that was not planned, either.

But the moment he holds his first child, a switch goes off in his mind and Marius matures, knowing he’s got not only his girl to protect and keep safe but now a helpless little one who’s wholly dependent upon him.

He’s probably the second most hover-y of the boys behind Vyn. And that’s less because he’s a helicopter parent and more because he knows he’s a target for people and is very concerned for his kids’ safety. So he’s hypervigilant of everything, including what school they go to, who they’re friends with, where they go, etc.

Their house… oh my…

He’s an artist, and he will inspire that in his kids. There’s paint, stickers, crayons, and markers freaking everywhere.

Oh, and art taped to practically every wall. And a few in his office.

Marks every major event down on a calendar. His assistant knows there will be hell to pay if there’s a scheduling mishap.

Never let him help with homework (unless it’s art). Because he’s the guy who will teach his kids the smartass answers to some questions, even if it gets his kids in trouble.

(Spoiler: his kids never mind and instead pick up his bad habits.)

(Much to MC’s chagrin. Will make Marius go sit in the corner, much to his children’s delight.)

Will put his kids into any extracurricular activities they want growing up.

Totally spoils them in that way.

But the minute they turn into little shits about their wealth? Say good bye to your technology for the next few days. Marius is all about spoiling his kids, but not rotten. Even he hates snotty rich people he has to deal with, and he’s not gonna let his kids be like that.

Loves spending time doing things with his kids. Up for anything from the midday ice creams when mom told them no to spontaneous adventures. Oh yeah, he’s that dad.

[marya-blackbone]

experiment!Eddie

So I was thinking about Eddie with a buzz cut and a bunch of things came together for an experiment!Eddie AU in my head.

But first, some quick exposition of my hc:

The way I see it, Henry/Vecna/One and Eight/Kali are different to the rest of the Numbers because they mutated to have powers naturally, which is why Kali has a completely different power from the rest of them. The others were created artificially, but Kali escaped before Brenner could recreate hers.

And now on with the AU:

So Brenner’s managed to find two mutant children so far and he’s feeling pretty good about himself. Then he finds Eddie. Now Eddie genetically should have powers, Brenner’s feeling pretty optimistic this kid’s gonna be a show-stopper, so he goes ahead and abducts little Eddie bringing him to Hawkins Lab for the program, making him subject Nineteen. They run a bunch of tests, but they can’t figure out exactly what his psionic abilities are. This frustrates Brenner to no end, and eventually, he lets himself be convinced that Nineteen isn’t worth the drain on resources. The government’s already losing interest in the project and they’re letting people go almost as fast as they can churn out the NDAs. He comes to an arrangement with one of the soon-to-be severanced orderlies – a Mr Munson – that as long as he stays in Hawkins, he can assume guardianship of Nineteen and stay on their payroll. Wayne frankly does not care about the money – all that matters is getting Eddie out of there and giving him a home, even if that home is a dingy static trailer with only one bedroom. Neither of them cares.

Eddie’s missed a few years of school and he’s having a hard time catching up academically, but aside from that, he’s thriving. He’s charismatic, he’s kind, he’s talented. Wayne could never understand how anyone could look at Eddie and think he was a disappointment, but he will always be glad that Brenner did, or he wouldn’t have gained a son.

And then Vecna happens, and Wayne pushes the clauses of his NDA to their absolute limit, telling anyone who will listen about Victor Creel, hoping it will lead them to Henry.* It doesn’t even cross his mind that Eddie could have done this, even though he technically might have the power. The government agents are the first to suggest that Eddie’s powers have activated and he’s struck dumb that anyone would think that Eddie could kill.

But the truth is Eddie’s powers never needed to activate. He’s had them since he was born, but only finds out what they are as he’s bleeding out in Dustin’s arms. When he dies, his mind releases an enormous amount of psionic energy that reverses time. The more traumatic his death, the further he goes back and mauled to death by extra dimensional bats gets him seven days. Back to the day before Chrissy dies.

(A quick aside that’s a what if within a what if. If Brenner had figured this out earlier, yes he absolutely would have kept on killing Eddie in horrific ways so he could have knowledge about the future, so thank goodness for Wayne getting him out!)

Anyway, just to finish off, here’s a summary I wrote for a fic I don’t actually intend to write because I’m incapable of finishing anything. Which is another way of me saying have at it to any writers out there who might be interested in this concept.

Eddie Munson has psionic abilities.  He can see the future – or at least that’s what he’s telling himself.  It’s close enough to the truth and easier to swallow than the alternative, where he actually lived through those events.  That they’re his memories.  And even that’s not quite true itself – he hadn't lived through it.

*This explains why Wayne knew about Victor Creel but sounds like he didn’t grow up in Hawkins.