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STILL IN LOVE! #1 — TOJI FUSHIGURO

SYNOPSIS...after still messing around with your ex husband, you began to wonder if you’re still in love with him after finding out about his new girlfriend…

INFO...ex husband!toji x fem!reader, reader & toji have two kids, megumi is readers bio son, jealousy, smut, angst, arguments, alcohol, drinking problem, family problems, arguing in front of kids, toxic behaviors, crying, mentions of divorce

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ex husband! who stops by your house to drop your kids off after their weekend with him. He’s walking your daughter, Naya, and Megumi to the front door, smiles adorning their chubby little faces. “Hi, mommy!” Naya giggles, running to hug you. Toji is walking slowly behind Megumi, ruffling the little boys hair.

“Hi, baby.” You smile, kissing her cheek. “You two have fun with daddy?” You hug Megumi as well, kissing the top of his head.

“Yeah, we met dad’s new girlfriend,” the little boy casually says as he walks past you and into the house to place his stuff down. Your raise your eyebrows in surprise, eyes following your sons figure before he disappears into the house.

“She’s in the car! Her name is Yoko!” Your daughter giggled before following her brother. You awkwardly clear your throat as it was only you and toji standing outside.

“Girlfriend, huh?” You force a smile, rubbing your palms on your jeans as you stare at him.

“Yeah, those two beat me to it before I could say anything,” he chuckled. “How was your weekend, though, mama?” He tilts his head slightly. The familiar nickname now a normal thing between you two ever since you gave birth to your two kids. From the looks of it, it seems like Toji won’t break out of the habit of saying it.

"Wow, well...congrats." You smile. There was a burning sensation in your chest, a ringing in your ears as you stared at the man in front of you. It was wrong of you to feel this way about the situation, to feel jealous. Toji was your ex husband, you two cut ties over a year ago.

"Yeah, thanks." He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. The thing about you and Toji is that there was still something there that neither of you wanted to confront. The sex that you both still had with each other wasn't just casual sex, him whispering in your ear how much he missed you. How he'd hold you after and gently kiss your lips reminded you of the times you were still together. The nights he slept over and stayed for breakfast, bonding like one big family. How he still brought you gifts for your birthday and valentines day despite not being together. You weren't sure what to make of it, but knowing Toji, you knew not to take him seriously.

He was a player before you met him and you wouldn't be surprised if he ended becoming a player again. And that was the case exactly. As much as you told yourself not to fall for all his little tricks, you still found yourself doing it anyway. He was your husband for over five years, he was the father of your children. How could you not? It's why you feel so jealous now. It only seems that he was using you and playing you before he found himself another girl to entertain him. Of course, what more could you expect?

"Okay, I'll see you next weekend, mama." He turned around so effortlessly, walking off of your doorstep with a small wave.

"See you," you nonchalantly replied. Your eyes followed his figure as he got into his car, watching him kiss the new girl he had eyes for. Would it be wrong for you to say you were still in love with your ex husband?

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hiiiiiiiii jade! <3

would you be willing to write a fic about girl dad!spencer x bombshell!reader? i can only imagine what an adorable riot their daughter would be!!!

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ty for requesting!! mom!reader

Spencer always thought you were too beautiful for him. Too funny, too brave, too confident. For years he feared he’d never be anyone you could love; he was the opposite of all your best parts, he talked too much about the wrong things, he went red whenever you so much as looked at him, and he couldn’t flirt back, not for anything. 

But it’s been a very long time since he felt that way. What good is a father who doesn’t believe in being yourself? Amanda deserved to be loved from the moment she drew breath, and he shouldn’t have been any different. 

Now, though, he’s wondering if he shouldn’t be so accepting of all her whims. “I am not wearing that, daddy,” she says. 

She’s just old enough to put together sentences but young enough that the individual words sound like building blocks, chunky and clumsy on her little mouth. Her lips are yours, her smiles and frowns one hundred percent you. (Though you argue with him often that the quizzical pout she does is all his.)

“What do you mean, angel?” he asks, bent over her sock drawer looking for a matching pair. 

“This is pink, and this is purple.” She points. 

“Yes, and you like pink and purple!” 

“I like pink… and I like purple,” she says. 

“But not together?” he asks knowingly. “You want them at different times, is that it?” 

She runs for his legs, hugging them tightly. “Thank you.” 

“You’re so much like your mommy it’s scary,” he whispers playfully, leaning down to pat her small back. “Okay, angel. I’ll find you a different dress to wear. Or maybe the dungarees!”

She lifts her chin up to smile at him. “Y’okay.” 

“Spencer, Amy!” you call, voice carrying from the kitchen. “Are you guys ready? We have to go soon and you haven’t even eaten!” 

Spencer used to sit at his desk daydreaming about you. He’d drink five cups of tea a day to get to walk past you for the kitchenette, hoping you’d be making a coffee, that you’d flirt with him over corporate rewarded donuts. Now you’re making him breakfast as he persuades your daughter into jelly shoes because she wants tall shoes like mommy. They compromise —Any will wear the wrong shoes if Spencer agrees to carry her to the kitchen table. 

“Sorry,” Spencer says as he pushes open the door into the kitchen. He's trying to be the best dad he can be all the time, but he doesn’t have a knack for the mornings like you do. “We won’t be late.” 

“That depends on how agreeable my lovely girl is feeling today.” You pick up the pink plastic plate you’ve filled with eggs, toast, and a mix of washed berries. “What do you think, Amy? Looks nummy?”

“Chocolate chip?” she asks, eyes already widening. 

“It’s breakfast, honey,” you say, scooping her out of Spencer’s arm to carry her to the table. “Chocolate chips are for dinner.” 

“Please?”

“If you promise to be really super duper good at Uncle Derek’s, then yes, you can have some chocolate chips,” you say, tucking her chair in, and kissing her chubby cheek. “You want me to make you milk or juice, mm?”

Spencer spots the two plates you’ve made up for you and him on the counter and quickly brings them to the table, sliding yours in front of you with a long-pronged fork, his hand on your shoulder to keep you in your seat. “I’ll get it,” he says, ducking down to kiss you on the side of the mouth. 

You turn to Amy. “See that, sweetheart? See how nice and kind your daddy is to me? He’s soooo nice. This is why we love him so much, and we appreciate him so much.” 

Amy nods emphatically, blueberries tumbling off of her plastic fork. “So much,” she echoes, her voice like melting sugar. 

He has a weird moment by the fridge where he has to grip the handle. “You know I used to dream about making you a cup of coffee in the mornings?” he asks. 

“Spencer, come over here and kiss me again, please,” you say, sympathetic and fond.

“Me too!” Amy says through fruit. “Me first.” 

“Oh, gosh, this is one of the hardest decisions of my life,” he says, sweeping in to dot your cheeks with kisses, hers then yours, three apiece.

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golden glow

The soft hum of the engine filled the car, a steady rhythm blending with the faint melody playing on the radio. The golden hues of the late afternoon sun filtered through the windows, casting a warm glow inside. Jungwon sat in the driver’s seat, his left hand resting on the steering wheel while his right tapped gently against his thigh to the song's beat.

You sat in the passenger seat and turned slightly to see your little angel—Sunjung—snuggled in her car seat. She was facing forward, her tiny legs kicking absentmindedly as her chubby fingers played with the strap of her onesie.

Every time the car moved past a patch of sunlight, the golden rays danced across her face. Her reaction was immediate—her button nose scrunched up, eyes squeezing shut as if the light was personally offending her. But the moment the sun dipped behind a tree or a building, her eyes would widen again, sparkling with curiosity as she looked around.

You giggled softly, nudging Jungwon. “Look at her,” you whispered, eyes brimming with love.

Jungwon glanced at the rearview mirror, catching sight of your daughter’s dramatic reactions. His lips curled into a smile, amusement twinkling in his gaze. “She’s so cute,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “It’s like she’s fighting with the sun.”

“I think the sun’s winning,” you teased, watching as Sunjung scrunched her face again, letting out a tiny, frustrated whimper before blinking rapidly when the light disappeared.

Jungwon laughed, a deep, honeyed sound that made your heart flutter. “She gets that from you.”

You gasped, turning to him with the faux offence. “Excuse me?”

“You do the same thing when we’re outside. Every time the sun hits your face, you glare at it like it personally wronged you.”

You pouted, crossing your arms. “I do not.”

“Babe,” he said knowingly, smirking his eyes toward you. “You do.”

Before you could argue, another patch of sunlight streamed in, and this time, Sunjung let out a dramatic little sigh, rubbing her tiny fists against her face.

Your heart melted. “Aww, baby,” you cooed, reaching back to stroke her soft hair. “Are you mad at the sun?”

She babbled something in response, her voice sweet and airy, like a tiny melody. The next second, the sunlight vanished again, and her eyes widened with surprise, mouth forming a tiny ‘o’ as if she was seeing the world anew.

Sunjung let out another chuckle, shaking his head. “I swear, she’s gonna be just like you.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the fond smile that tugged at your lips. “Well, if she’s like me, she’s also a daddy’s girl.”

Jungwon’s features softened at that, his hand reaching over to squeeze yours. “She can be both,” he murmured.

The drive continued, the car bathed in the warm embrace of the setting sun. Every few moments, Sunjung would scrunch her eyes, then widen them again, and every single time, you and Jungwon would giggle, completely in awe of the tiny human you created together.

Everything felt perfect in that moment—surrounded by golden light, soft laughter, and endless love.

As the car cruised along the quiet road, you turned back to the mirror, entirely captivated by Sunjung’s little expressions. The most adorable things you'd ever seen were the scrunch of her nose, dramatic squint, and the way her eyes sparkled when the sunlight disappeared.

“She’s so dramatic,” you whispered in awe, giggling softly.

Jungwon grinned, squeezing your hand again. “Wonder where she gets that from.”

You shot him a playful glare. “Are you implying I’m dramatic?”

He glanced at you with a teasing smirk. “I’m not implying anything. I’m stating facts, sweetheart.”

You gasped, pulling your hand away dramatically. “I am deeply offended.”

He chuckled, but before he could tease you more, Sunjung let out a tiny, sleepy whimper, rubbing her eyes again as another stream of sunlight flashed across her face.

“Oh no,” you cooed, gently touching her chubby cheek. “Are you getting sleepy, baby?”

Sunjung blinked up at you, her lashes fluttering heavily, her lips parting in a tiny, drowsy pout. The golden light faded behind a cloud, and she sighed, her body relaxing as if the battle with the sun had finally worn her out.

“She’s gonna knock out soon,” Jungwon said, his voice laced with warmth.

You smiled, watching as her little hands rested on her tummy, her breathing slowing. “She looks so peaceful,” you said.

Jungwon glanced at the rearview mirror again, his eyes softening. “She’s the most precious thing in the world.”

You looked at him then, at how his hands gripped the steering wheel with ease, how the fading sunlight kissed his jawline, and the absolute love in his expression as he watched over your daughter.

Your heart swelled.

“You are,” you murmured.

Jungwon glanced at you, eyebrows raised. “Hmm?”

You squeezed his arm gently, giving him the sweetest smile. “You’re the most precious thing in the world. To me.”

His lips parted slightly, taken aback by your sudden confession before he let out a small, bashful laugh. “You always do that,” he murmured, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Do what?”

“Make me fall in love with you all over again.”

Your heart skipped a beat, and before you could say anything, Jungwon retook your hand, bringing it to his lips for a quick, feather-light kiss.

You melted.

Just then, a tiny snore came from the back seat. Both of you turned to the mirror, watching as Sunjung’s tiny chest rose and fell, her mouth slightly open as she slept peacefully.

You giggled. “The sun tired her out.”

Jungwon smiled, his eyes full of love as he focused back on the road. “She’s just like her mama.”

And with that, the three of you continued, bathed in the golden light of a love that would last a lifetime.

The car rolled to a gentle stop in your driveway, the golden hues of sunset casting a soft glow over your home. Jungwon put the car in park, turning off the engine before looking back at your little angel, still sound asleep in her car seat.

You softly sighed, watching her peaceful face in the mirror. “She’s out cold.”

Jungwon chuckled as he unbuckled his seatbelt. “Guess fighting the sun was exhausting.”

Carefully, he twisted in his seat, reaching for the car seat buckles with practiced ease. With a soft click, the straps loosened, and he gingerly lifted Sunjung into his arms. She stirred slightly, her tiny nose scrunching up as she nuzzled against his shoulder, but she didn’t wake.

You stepped out of the car, coming around to meet them, but what you saw made your heart melt.

Sunjung, still half-asleep, curled herself deeper into Jungwon’s chest, her little fists grasping at the fabric of his hoodie. With a sleepy sigh, she turned her head, rubbing her chubby cheeks against his neck as if seeking comfort. Her face scrunched up in relief as if she was thinking, this is a much better pillow

You covered your mouth to suppress a giggle. “Oh my gosh, she’s so cute.”

Jungwon’s lips stretched into the softest smile as he cradled her close, his large hand rubbing slow circles on her back. “She is,” he whispered, his voice filled with love.

You reached out, running your fingers through her soft baby hair. “She’s such a daddy’s girl.”

At that, Jungwon’s chest puffed out slightly, clearly proud. “Of course she is.” He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss against her head. “She knows who gives the best cuddles.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, but your heart was warm with affection. “Alright, mister Best Cuddler, let’s get her inside before she realizes she’s not in bed.”

Jungwon chuckled, adjusting Sunjung in his arms as he followed you up the steps. Every time he moved, she burrowed deeper as if sensing even the slightest shift away from her perfect pillow.

As you unlocked the door, you whispered, “You should put her down for the night. She’s gonna sleep through till morning.”

Jungwon hesitated, looking down at the little bundle in his arms. “But she’s so cuddly right now…”

You giggled, stepping inside and watching as he stood there, still swaying slightly with her in his embrace. “You’re going to stand there all night, right?”

He grinned, pressing his cheek lightly against Sunjung’s head. “Maybe.”

And honestly, you wouldn’t stop him—because seeing Jungwon hold your daughter with so much love and tenderness was the most beautiful thing in the world.

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[baby-yongbok]

Ex : Part II

Hwang Hyunjin x Fem!Reader

⇝ Genre: Angst then Smut then angst again. Dirty Drama.

⇝ Summary: There's only one thing on your mind after 'welcoming' Hyunjin back into your life.

⇝ Warnings: Themes of Cheating, Arguing, Oral sex, Hyunjin is toxic - the manipulative type - and he seriously thinks he did nothing wrong. (I think that's all, let me know if I missed anything!)

⇝ Word Count: 3.2k

⇝ A/N: SO MANY of you wanted a part 2 to this so I tried my best + reader is depicted as chubby/plus size and is a POC ♡ I hope that you enjoy the drama! 💕

✧ Part One ✧ Masterlist ✧

It took you a week. A week of crying and screaming, a week of avoiding your friends, a week of him ignoring your calls for you to realize that Hyunjin has you fucked up if he thinks that you’re going to let him get away with what he put you through. At first you just wanted to talk to him, you thought that maybe you could convince him to cut Yara off. You thought that you could change him - how cliche. You called him for three days and when you got sick of getting his voicemail you called his best friend, Jeongin. He was surprised to hear from you but he was even more surprised when you told him everything that happened. 

“Are you fucking serious?” For the first time since Hyunjin left you crying on your bedroom floor you let it all out. You told Jeongin every dirty detail of the encounter. You cried and he was there for you, he did what Hyunjin hasn’t done for months. “Is there anything that I can do? Anything you need?” 

The line fell silent as you processed his question. Your brain is telling you one thing while your heart is telling you another. You sigh as the two battle for dominance over what comes out of your mouth next. You’ve let your heart make all of the moves for the past three days. You’ve cried and you’ve screamed all in favor of lifting the crushing pain off of your chest for an hour or two. Now it’s your brain's turn to decide and it only wants one thing. 

“Ya know there is something that you can help me with.” Your heart pleads for you to choose something less drastic, less dramatic but your brain yells for it to shut up. Why should we let Hyunjin have all the fun? “Anything, you name it.”

“Revenge.”

Hyunjin came to your place four days after you spoke to Jeongin. He had cherry red roses in his hand and an apology plastered on his face. His eyes were pleading with you before he could even open his mouth but to his surprise you hugged him. You held him tight and smiled, taking the flowers and making a home for them in your favorite vase. He was stunned to say the least but he didn’t comment. He needed you. His ex did exactly what you knew she would, she took all that she wanted from him and the second that she started to get attention from somewhere else she acted like he didn’t exist. 

He tried to be the boyfriend that you’ve been wanting him to be over the next couple of weeks but he couldn’t seem to get a hold of you. Each and every time that he’d plan a date or show up to surprise you, you were already out or you were leaving to meet with your friends. You barely answered his texts and he’s more than positive that you’ve been sending him to voicemail for the past week. It’s been a month of him putting up with you blowing him off and he’s sick of it.

He decided to show up at your place two hours before your plans to talk to you, maybe he can get you to stay home and spend some time with him tonight. He misses you more than you could even imagine and he thought that you’ve been missing him too. Shouldn’t you be dying to spend time with him? 

His face drops when he gets to your front door and his key doesn’t fit into the lock, did you change it? He rings the bell, tapping his foot anxiously as he waits for you to open the door. His eyes meet yours when it swings open and you smile at him, welcoming him in. 

“My key didn’t work.” He comments as he kicks his shoes off.

“Really? That’s odd.” You shrug as you make your way to your bathroom. “I’m gonna shower.” You call to him as the bathroom door closes behind you. The click of the lock draws a sigh from Hyunjin. Not even a kiss or a hug? Just a friendly hello like you’re not even dating. He drags himself to your bedroom and throws himself on your perfectly made bed. His thoughts project onto the ceiling as he stares at it. He feels like he’s going crazy, why are you acting so weird? No affection, barely talking, barely hanging out and you’re always on… Oh no. He sits up quickly, his eyes dart around the room until it finally lands on what he’s looking for on your bedside table.

Your Phone.

He glances over at your bedroom door before grabbing it. The screen lights up and a picture of you and your friends presents itself to him. That’s funny, wasn’t your wallpaper that picture of you two from when you went to the aquarium for your second date. You always said that that was your favorite picture. When did you change it?

He glances towards the door again and swipes your screen, his brain is busy thinking of possible password combinations but there is no password. His brows pinch together in confusion, you always have a pin on your phone. He decides to worry about that later and quickly starts searching all of your apps. He goes from your instagram to your snapchat but there’s nothing. Just a bunch of reels being sent between you and Jeongin, the last person you sent a picture to on snapchat was also Jeongin. How can his best friend have time to talk to you but he doesn’t have time to text him back? He’s called him an unimaginable amount of times over the past month but he hasn’t heard a single thing back. His finger hovers over your text messages for a second too long. What if he doesn’t like what he finds? What if you’re cheating on him? How could he handle a betrayal like that? With one more quick glance towards the door he taps the app and it opens up to a conversation. Hyunjin’s heart drops when he reads the name at the top. 

“What?” An incredulous sigh escapes him as he starts scrolling to the top of the conversation. Pet names are being thrown left and right, plans are being made every single day and there are back to back facetime calls in the dark hours of the night. 

Hyunjin’s heart is pounding in his ears and his fingers are moving so fast that he didn’t even realize that he went into your shared media. He freezes and his heart drops to his ass as he takes it all in. Nudes, videos, everything that he could imagine, all of you and his best friend. All of you and Jeongin. He opens a video and his mouth goes dry at the lewd sounds that fill the room. He’s fucking you from behind with a fist full of your hair to keep your head up. You’re drooling and moaning and Jeongin is smiling, he’s fucking smiling at the camera. His shirt - wait a minute - that’s not his. Hyunjin’s eyes go wide as he studies the fabric, his best friend is wearing his clothes while he fucks his girlfriend? Unbelievable, this can’t be real.

He quickly exits the video and scrolls through your pictures. You and Jeongin in the car, in your bedroom, your living, you on your knees and him on his. Hyunjin doesn’t even bother to look at the door to make sure you aren’t coming. He can’t hear anything but the thoughts racing through his head. His finger slips and another video opens. The sound of skin against skin echoes through his ears as the video plays. Jeongin is shirtless, fucking you in front of your bathroom mirror. Actually, he’s naked, did you two shower together? Hyunjin balls a fist in the blanket under him as he watches the video.

“Say it again, baby, say it to the camera.” A broken moan escapes you as you try to follow Jeongin’s order. “Y-you’re so much better than him, fuck me so good, Innie.” Hyunjin swears that his heart broke at the sound of you. Why would you say that? You don’t mean it do you? What did he do to deserve this?

He pauses the video and drops your phone against the mattress, your texts stare back at him and he can’t help but to scroll. “That’s not yours.” He jumps at the sound of your voice and you laugh. You wander over to lazily flip through your closet with a towel wrapped around your hair and your rob loosely tied around your body.

“What the fuck is all of this?” His voice is small, much smaller than he meant for it to be but you can hear the heartbreak laced in it. You almost feel bad for him. But that’s your heart speaking, she’s not in control right now. “You’re fucking Jeongin?”

You pick out a dress and move to your mirror, you tilt your head as you hold it against your body. “Think this is too much for a dinner date?” Hyunjin scoffs, moving to stand from your bed.

“Answer me, tell me that everything that I just found is fake. Tell me that you didn’t betray me.” He has some nerve talking about betrayal. You face him, staring back at him with faux sympathy. “I was lonely when you left, what was I supposed to do?” 

“Wait for me to get back.” You turn your attention back to your closet but he calls your name before you can pick out another dress. “You haven’t been going out with your friends have you? You’ve been with him. What in your right mind possessed you to fuck my best friend?”

“Do you really care, Hyunjin? Do you really want me to tell you? Cause I’ll tell you everything but that’s not what you want to hear, is it?” He watches as you slowly step towards him, like a vixen with her eyes set on a prize. “You wanna hear me say that I love you. You want me to say that I’ll stop seeing him because I need you.” 

He’s stuck in place as he watches you, heavy breaths passing his parted lips as you read him like a book. That’s exactly what he wants, he wants you, that’s all he’s wanted for the past month. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes.” His voice is a mere whisper once you reach him, like he’d scare you away if he talks too loudly. “That’s what I want.” He shudders when you bring your hand up to cup his cheek. 

“Are you touch starved, baby?” His soft gaze pours into yours but he doesn’t recognize the look in your eyes. It’s not what he wants but he’ll gladly take it. At least you’re looking at him. “Didn’t your ex touch you while you were away?”

His heart sinks and a smile creeps onto your lips. “She - she did but -” You tsk, cutting him off before he could stumble over his words further. 

“She didn’t make you feel like I do, did she?” He shakes his head, guilty eyes staring back into yours as you reach down to palm him over his sweats. “Is that why you’re back? She didn’t take care of my Hyune?”

“She’s not you.” His breath is heavy and his eyes roll back as he answers with a thick groan. You run your fingers over him with expert precision. You’ve always known what to do to get him going. “I want you, not her. Always you.”

“Untie my robe.” You whisper and he quickly obeys, fumbling with the loose knot until the fuzzy fabric falls open and reveals your naked body to him. “Wanna show me how much you want me?” He leans forward to catch your lips in a kiss but you dodge him before he can. A disapproving whimper escapes him and you puff out your lip in a fake pout. 

“Gotta be patient, my baby. Can you do that?” He nods, whimpering out a pathetic ‘yes’. His eyes follow your frame as you sit on the edge of your bed. Your eyes wander from his down to the floor in front of you and back up again. He quickly follows your unspoken instruction, falling to his knees in front of you and drooling when you part your legs before him. “Show me.”

Hyunjin latches onto your core like a desperate puppy. His tongue wastes no time exploring every inch of you that he’s missed. Hums and moans vibrate through him as he tastes you and you match each sound with your head thrown back and your fingers laced in his hair. At least he remembers how to eat your pussy the way that you like it, though you must admit that you’ve gotten used to Jeongin’s mouth on you. 

Your bed creaks as his hips buck against it in a desperate attempt to feel half as good as you do. “Fuck, come on, Hyune. Don’t tell me your best friend eats my pussy better than you.” He groans in protest, hooking his arms around your thighs to keep you open while he works against you. You gasp in pleasure, so he’s competitive? He swirls his tongue in imaginary patterns, sliding it between your folds as he takes turns sucking on your clit and fucking your pulsing hole. His hips grind restlessly against the edge of your mattress and desperate grunts fill the air once they vibrate through your core. 

“You missed me didn’t you?” You pull him back with your fist in his hair, his swollen lips glisten in the low lamp light and his eyes are glazed with fuckout desperation. “Yeah, missed you.”  He’s too deep into the brain fog to hear just how pathetic he sounds but you’re more than happy to take it all in for him. A strangled moan escapes you as Hyunjin's tongue explores deeper. You grip his hair tighter as he laps up your juices, and you arch your back to meet him. 

His thrusts against your mattress become more desperate as laps at you, The mess of your drooling cunt makes a mess all over his chin as he works desperately to get you to the edge but that’s not the part that gets you close. It’s the thought of him hoping and praying that hi tongue is fucking you better than Jeongin ever did and as you get closer to coming undone you find yourself clenching at the thought that his best friend does it better. “Shit, Jeongin, I’m gonna cum.” 

 Your orgasm rips through you with a loud moan and your body shudders in pleasure. You hold Hyunjin's head in place against your core as his tongue continues to work diligently in an attempt to help you ride out your orgasm. Once you’ve come down from your high he pulls back slowly, a single string of spit still connecting him to your cunt.

“What did you call me?” He mumbles, not even bothering to wipe his mouth clean. You stare down at him with not an ounce of care in your eyes. 

“Don’t remember.” You pull your robe closed and slide from in front of him to pull yourself up to your feet. “And I don’t care.” Hyunjin’s heart dissolves as he watches you shrug and wander back over to your closet.

“What are you doing?” He mumbles and you scoff.

“Will you stop with the pitiful tone?” He scrambles up from his knees quickly, a surge of anger running through him. 

“Come on.” He stalks over and wraps his arms around you, leaning in to kiss your neck but you push him away before he can. “What the fuck is your problem?”

“I have a date to get ready for.” You flip through your clothes and it’s only now that he notices the empty space in your closet. “Where are my clothes?” 

“I told you to take all of your shit last month.” You shrug, pulling out a dress and holding it against your body in the mirror. “You didn’t take it so I gave most of it to Jeongin. Thought about burning the rest but I donated it instead.”

He watches you silently, jaw hung slack in a frozen state of disbelief. “Are there fucking cameras in here?” He looks around, half desperate for that to be the case. “Is this a joke?”

“The only joke here is you. Did you think that you could come back here and I’d act like nothing happened?” A venomous laugh erupts from your chest. “Be fucking forreal.”

“But we just fucked, I just ate you out why would you let that happen if you’re still going to see Jeongin?” 

“You got a phone call last time. You owe me, remember?” Hyunjin can’t decide if he should be livid or desperate. He wants to yell and curse you out for being so ridiculous but at the same time he wants to drop to his knees and beg for forgiveness. He had hoped that you understood what happened a month ago. He thought that he could count on you to see that he only did what he had to do. Yeah he cheated but if you really loved him you could move past that. 

“You’re excused. I need to get ready.” You push past him, bumping your shoulder with his but he grabs you by the waist before you can get too far, pulling you against his chest. “Don’t be like that, angel.”

 His hands run smoothly up your side, taking in every curve of you. “I know I upset you but you can’t act like you don’t want me. What happened to you forgiving me?”

His lips brush over yours slowly as he whispers. “I want you so badly, I wanna be with you tonight. Stay here with me.” You smile against him as the towel containing your hair slips off of your head and your damp curls curtain around the two of you. You run your hands up his chest, taking in each and every toned dip before you whisper back. “Get out.” You peck his lips and push him away from you with a smile.

“You’re making a mistake.” He pleads with wide eyes blown with anguish. “He doesn’t make you feel like I do, you know that.” Your ringtone bounces off of the walls before you get a chance to answer him. You reach across your mattress and smile when you see Jeongin’s name.

“You’re right.” You shrug, swiping to answer the call. “He makes me feel so much better.” Hyunjin’s jaw clenches as you press the phone to your ear with a smile. You greet his best friend with a sweet tone that used to be exclusively for him. Hyunjin is practically invisible to you as you buzz around your room grabbing accessories and planning your outfit. It isn’t until he grabs your wrist on your way to your vanity that you look at him again.

“Please don’t do this.” Jeongin’s voice is heard from the receiver before you can answer the man in front of you.

“Who’s that, baby?” He asks, and you smile as Hyunjin deflates.

 “No one.” You shrug off Hyunjin’s hold and he deflates as you passively wave him away. “That’s no one.”

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I love your headcanons of Tasm!Peter x chubby reader on a fall day, and I was wondering if you’d consider doing something similar but during winter/Christmas? I understand if not, because the headcannons were part of a follower celebration! Or maybe a fic with Peter and reader at a Christmas market? Sending you air kisses! 💋

Thanks for requesting lovely! I didn't really find ways to make this explicitly chubby reader but as always you're welcome to imagine her with any body type you like. Air kisses back! <3

cw: reader has hair long enough to put up/pull back

tasm!Peter Parker x fem!reader ♡ 665 words

Peter finds himself obsessed with your ears. You’ve forgone a hat and your hair is up, but you seem overall less concerned with the crisp wind than Peter is. Every time you stop in a stall, his hands come up over your ears, trying to coax warmth into them. You’re more or less ignoring him. 

“We should get you some earmuffs,” Peter says while you peruse a vendor’s selection of ornaments. 

“Why, when I have you?” 

“Rude.” He pinches the top of your ear. “I’m good for more than that.” 

You step to the side, and Peter follows dutifully, not making his point very well. 

“You’re the one who wants to do this,” you argue good naturedly. “My ears are fine. Also, we’re supposed to be finding things for other people, not ourselves.” 

Peter lifts one hand away from your ear, blowing hot air into his cupped hand. You jump and squeal, ticklish, apologizing hastily to the vendor when she looks your way. 

“Stop that,” you hiss at Peter, face still warm with the echo of your smile. When you take his hands and use them to pull him closer Peter doesn’t resist, his arms draping over your shoulders and his front against your back. 

He kisses your cheek complaisantly. “If I bought them for you they wouldn’t be for myself.” 

“Peter. Focus.” You hold up a small ornament. “Do you think your aunt would like this? She really likes elephants, right?” 

“She does,” Peter allows, “but she’s got, like, ten jillion elephant ornaments already.” 

You frown. “Do you think that means she might want more?” 

He weighs this. “Maybe. Her tree’s gonna collapse, though.” 

“This one’s light. It won’t be our fault.” You hold onto the ornament. Peter grins and smushes his lips to your face again. You squeeze his hands, turning your face like you’re going to kiss him but stopping when something catches your eye. “Oh.” Your voice bends with adoration. “Look at this.” 

You reach out to pull an ornament off the wall. It’s a small wooden bird, intricate, with strings attached to its wings and belly. Its body has been painted with tiny, meticulous brushstrokes to give it feathers of various colors. You pull gently on the string, and its wings move up and down. 

“That is cool,” Peter says. 

You’re charmed, eyes soft and happy. It’s the way you look out the window when it’s snowing or at dogs walking past you on the street. “It’s so lovely.” 

Peter has the urge to kiss you silly. “It is.” 

“Do we know anyone that would want this?” 

“You, obviously.” 

You give Peter a sideways smile paired with a playful glare. “Anyone else.” 

He hugs you close, mouth pulling to one side as he thinks. “I don’t think so, sweetheart. I mean, it’s really cool, but I don’t know anyone who would like it as much as you.” 

You pull the string again, watching the wooden bird’s wings flap ruefully. Peter knows you’ll never get it for yourself. 

“Hey,” he says, “let’s go get some shitty hot chocolate. I’m freezing.” 

Your smile renews. “You are not.” 

“Fine, you got me. I want to get you a hot chocolate because I’m worried your face is gonna freeze. Please?” 

“Okay.” You return the ornament to its hook, dotting a kiss on Peter’s cheek and gathering up the ones you’ve already decided to get. “Let me just buy these and we can go.” 

You know your boyfriend well enough to be suspicious of him. You keep a close eye on Peter as you pay for your gifts, chatting with the vendor and beaming when she gives you a little pouch with a ribbon for each one. He smiles guilelessly and lets you take him by the hand to pull him with you out of the stall. 

Fortunately, Peter is quicker than you give him credit for. His cash is on the counter and your ornament safely in his pocket before you turn the corner.

[obvithe-bestsoph]

hey!! i hope you’re doing well!

i was wondering if you could write something about reader and hector being parents, and the baby takes her first steps, while they are in a barbecue with all the barca team and they get so emotional! thanksss🫶

eva's first steps.

masterlist requests word count: 1.1k

a/n: very cutesy, i like it. genre: fluff. warnings: none.

summary: you and hector's daughter, eva, takes her first steps at a team barbecue.

eva’s first steps.

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Sundays were made for this. For sticky sunshine and the smell of barbecue in the air. For laughter echoing around the backyard of Alejandro Balde’s house, where the whole Barça squad had somehow crammed in, wives and girlfriends and kids mingling freely. You had Eva propped on your hip, her curls stuck to her forehead with sweat, one chubby fist gripping your necklace like it was her personal security system.

“She’s getting heavy,” Héctor says, sliding up beside you with a hand on your back and a kiss to your temple. “Want me to take her?”

“She’s fine,” you smile, but hand her over anyway. “But yeah. My shoulder’s dying.”

He chuckles, shifting her easily onto his chest. She settles in with a sleepy mumble, her cheek smushed against the Barça crest on his t-shirt.

“Even your daughter’s obsessed with the badge,” Ferran teases as he walks past with a plate piled high. You roll your eyes fondly, bumping his arm with yours.

“She’s obsessed with her dad,” you reply. “As she should be.”

The boys have been spread out across the lawn for hours. Someone brought a speaker, which is now playing Bad Bunny way too loud. Gavi and Lamine are arguing about something - probably music taste, as always. Lewandowski is kicking a football around with Pau Cubarsí and Marc Guiu. The scene is pure chaos in the best way.

You and Héctor settle down on a picnic blanket a few feet away from the grill, where Alejandro and Iñaki Peña are locked in some sort of meat-flipping competition. Eva sits between your legs, babbling to herself as she plays with a plastic spoon someone left on the ground. Every so often, she turns to look at Héctor, holding the spoon out proudly like she’s just discovered fire.

“She’s gonna be a genius,” Héctor says under his breath, nudging your knee. “I mean, come on. Look at her. That’s a scientific breakthrough.”

“She’s eating dirt.”

“Yeah, and enjoying it. That’s commitment.”

You laugh, tilting your head to look at him. His curls are a bit flatter from the heat, his face slightly pink from the sun. He’s got that relaxed dad energy today, the one where he’s alert but soft around the edges, like every thought in his brain revolves around his family and his grill performance.

“Hey,” he says after a pause. “Is it weird I wish my parents were here for this?”

You shake your head, instantly threading your fingers through his. “Not weird. They’d be proud.”

“I just… I don’t know. It hits me sometimes. That we’re really doing this. Like, this is our kid. And she’s not just a baby anymore.”

“She’ll always be our baby.”

“Sure. Until she’s fifteen and tells me I’m ruining her life by breathing near her.”

“She’s gonna be exactly like you,” you say, smiling. “Dramatic.”

He groans but grins, too. Then Eva lets out a sudden squeal and both of you whip your heads toward her.

She’s not sitting anymore.

She’s standing.

Wobbly, like a little jellybean with legs, arms outstretched like she’s trying to fly.

And then, like a slow-motion miracle, she takes one step. Then another. And one more.

Straight toward Héctor.

Everything else goes silent. Even the music. Or maybe your brain just turns it off in awe. Her little legs shake with each movement, her knees threatening to buckle, but she makes it. Three whole steps before tumbling into Héctor’s lap with a triumphant giggle.

“Oh my god,” you whisper.

“Wait- wait, did that actually-?” Héctor’s voice cracks halfway through the sentence.

“She walked.”

“She walked!” he shouts, jumping up with Eva in his arms. “Guys! She just walked!”

A chorus of voices rises up. Questions. Cheers. Disbelief. Balde drops his tongs. Pau yells, “No way! I missed it?” Marc Guiu groans dramatically. Even Ferran starts clapping like he just won the Champions League.

Tears prick your eyes before you can stop them. Héctor turns to you, his expression almost dazed.

“She walked to me,” he says, blinking fast. “She walked to me.”

You nod, covering your mouth. “Of course she did.”

Because she always does. Because even at nineteen months, she knows her dad is home.

The rest of the team floods toward you both, everyone wanting a turn to hype Eva up. Lamine lifts her tiny hand like she just won a boxing match. “Champion.” Ferran fake-interviews her with a water bottle. Gavi tries to bribe her into walking again with a piece of grilled pineapple, but she’s already bored and trying to put a leaf in her mouth instead.

Eventually, things calm down a bit. People go back to their food. Music kicks up again. But you and Héctor can’t really move. You’re still sitting together on the blanket, Eva now snoozing in your lap like nothing life-altering just happened.

“She took her first steps,” you say again, like maybe it still hasn’t sunk in.

“I’m not okay,” Héctor mumbles. “Like. At all.”

You lean your head on his shoulder, letting your fingers trace shapes over Eva’s back. “We’re gonna tell this story every year now, huh?”

“Every single barbecue.”

“She’ll be so sick of it by the time she’s old enough to understand.”

“She’s gonna roll her eyes and be like, ‘You’ve told me a hundred times, Papá.’”

“And you’ll tell her a hundred more.”

He smiles so wide it crinkles his nose. “You bet I will.”

There’s something beautiful about this moment. Not just because your daughter walked, but because she walked into a world where love is loud. Where her family cheers for every step, where her parents cry over the tiniest, biggest things. Where her dad scoops her up like she hung the moon.

You glance at Héctor again, and he’s already looking at you.

“I love you,” he says.

“I love you more.”

“I love you most,” he says quickly, stubborn. “Also, I love our daughter more than anything.”

You smirk. “Even grilled chorizo?”

He groans. “Don’t make me choose.”

You laugh, wrapping an arm around his middle. The moment stretches warm between you, like the sun decided to stay a little longer.

One day, Eva won’t remember this. But you both will. You’ll remember the way she wobbled toward her dad. The sound of laughter in the background. The grass between your fingers. The way it felt to fall even more in love - with your child, with your husband, with this wild and wonderful life.

And that’s more than enough.

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DILF Mafia! Elf BF x Nanny! Chubby Reader Part 2

Part 1 - Other Stories in This Universe

Synopsis: After witnessing your boss's nephew throw a corpse into the lake by their home, you have quite a few questions.

Tags: 18+, modern fantasy, mafia au, sub reader, dom love interest, fem chubby reader in mind, parenting au, eventual violence and drug references, smut, smut with plot. Potential slow burn depending on if my adhd cooperates

WC: 3.5k

“So…I suppose we need to talk about some things.”

You crossed your arms, unimpressed. These people might’ve been career criminals, but their carelessness left you unafraid. “You’re a murderer.” 

He held his hands in front of his chest, as if conceding. “I know what this looks like-”

“I don’t want to know what it looks like, I want to know what it is,” you said firmly. 

He let out a sigh, “let’s just go inside, talk-”

“No, absolutely not. I’m not stepping one foot inside that house until you tell me what exactly that kid just threw in the lake,” you said, pointing past the dock.

The sound of late summer cicada cries filled the silence, occasional firefly lights reflecting upon the water behind him. “Fine. It’s a dead body. There. Would you like me to tell you whose dead body it is while we’re at it?” 

You couldn’t stand to look at him. The way he said it so casually, a hint of frustration as if he was annoyed at your question. “No. No, I don’t.” 

“Great, then let’s head inside, and talk.” 

Begrudgingly, you followed him back into the house. You could’ve run, could’ve gotten in your car, drove away, and called the police; yet you willingly walked inside and sat at the lengthy kitchen table with his brother, his nephew leaning against the wall. 

“Where’s Amara?” Ronan asked.

“She’s upstairs, back in bed. Now,” Finn began, “I know what it looks like, and trust me, I’d have my concerns as well, but I can assure you-”

You cut him off, “your kid threw a dead body in the lake. I know.”

Your bluntness evoked a laugh from Callon, Finn quickly giving him a harsh glare that quieted him down. He set his hands on the table. “Right. How noble of you to be honest, Ronan.” 

“There’s no point lying to me, I’m not stupid,” you spat with a furrowed brow. “

He let out a quiet chuckle, his smile unsettling. “Quite bold for someone who doesn’t know what they’re dealing with.” 

Ronan held his arm out, “Finn, stop.” Reluctantly, he listened to his brother’s command. “Now, I know this might not be believable, given what you’ve witnessed, but I don’t like to get my hands dirty if I don’t have to.”

You paused, not sure if you wanted the answer to the question you were about to ask. “What made you get your hands dirty for him,” you gestured towards the lake. 

“Could be a her, you don’t know,” Callon mumbled.

“Callon, shut up,” Finn spat.

The two of them argued before Callon left the room. Ronan ignored them, “it’s simple. A contract was violated, penalties were issued.”

“What was the contract?”

“A client of ours decided to try and give confidential information to our competitor. We intercepted their efforts. Ideally, this ensures that won’t happen again.” He noticed your skepticism, “we aren’t going around killing people over petty issues. This is our last resort.” 

“Is your nanny finding out about your scheme a petty issue?” You didn’t want to beat around the bush any longer. 

He remained calm, “I’d say so. I’d say it’s an issue that’s easy to resolve. How much am I paying you again?”

“$10,000 a month,” Finn said. 

You scoffed, “are you implying paying me off?” 

“That’s exactly what I’m implying. Your silence is a service that can be bought and sold like anything else. Name your price.”

“There’s no amount of money in the world that’ll make me excuse murdering someone.” 

“That’s not a number. Go on, name your price,” he repeated.

You didn’t expect him to maintain his agreeable demeanor, catching you off guard. “I…”

“I’m not going to kill you. I’m not going to send anyone after you, or your family. You’re more than welcome to walk out of here, go to the authorities, and be done with it. I can tell you right now your efforts would be in vain. But that’s your choice to make, and I won’t rob you of that.”

“You…you promise?” The words fell out, only realizing how naive you sounded once you said it.

He smiled, a look of sincerity on his face that contrasted his brother’s vague threats from earlier. “I promise.” 

“One million,” you blurted out. Still, with how big the house was, how big the property was, it was worth a shot. You stuck by your impulse, doubling down. “One million per month.” 

“Done,” he held out his hand for you to shake. “Do we have a deal?” 

You worried the two of them could hear your heart beating through your chest. Before you could take more time to think about it, you forced your hand forward, shaking his hand and solidifying your deal. 

“I’m glad we could come to an agreement. 

——

In the days that followed, nothing really changed. No more talk of safehouses and rivals, no more bodies in the lake. Mundanity had returned. 

Adriel sat in front of you as you tied his shoelaces. “Can we go look for rocks?” 

“What do you mean?” You asked, dusting your knees off as you stood up. 

“He likes to walk around outside and pick up cool rocks,” Amara shrugged, not looking up from her coloring book. Amara talking for her brother seemed to be a common occurrence, but he didn’t seem to mind. 

He nodded his head, “sometimes there’s new stuff if it rains, from the lake.” 

There was always something for the kids to do when they weren’t being tutored. Between the dock, the greenhouse, the game room, the play room, and the pool, it seemed like their options were endless. Still, that didn’t keep them from occasionally coming up to you exclaiming they were bored. 

You looked out the window; it was a nice day, hardly a cloud in the sky. “Sure, I don’t see why not.” 

The three of you walked out of the house towards the dock below, the path next to it a mix of sand and dirt. You let Adriel lead the way, carrying a little green bucket and grabbing anything that caught his eye. 

“Mommy used to take us fishing out here,” Amara remarked as she held your hand. “I didn’t like it very much.” 

It wasn’t often they brought up their mother, but it always piqued your interest when they did, curious how a man leading some sort of criminal organization could be left with two young children; wasn’t it usually the other way around? 

“Why didn’t you like it?”

“I don’t like hurting the fishies,” she shrugged. “She said it was okay, cause we’d throw them back, but…it was a little scary. Also boring.” 

You couldn’t help but smile, “I can see why you wouldn’t like it. What uh…” would it be wrong to ask what happened to their mother? Not knowing made you a little nervous. You had heard stories of mob wives and girlfriends being the first to take the fall; how evil was this man. “What happened to your mother? If you don’t mind me asking.

Amara’s expression remained neutral. “She decided she didn’t want to be our mother anymore. So she went somewhere else.”

That didn’t make you feel any better.

“Do you…do you know where she went?”

She shook her head. “No. It was on the night before the Winter Solstice last year. Daddy cried a lot. Everyone cried a lot, but he cried the most.”

‘So he didn’t kill her? She just…left?’ Given his job, you figured there had to be more to the story. Still, it’d be unprofessional to ask, so you decided against it. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by what sounded like a gunshot. You gasped, but both children seemed unphased. 

Adriel walked back and held your hand, as if to comfort you. “It’s okay. Daddy’s practicing.” 

‘Of fucking course he is,’ you thought. “Oh, that’s what that is?” 

Adriel nodded. “He says it’s just in case there’s bad people that want to hurt us. That’s why I know karate,” he said with a proud look on his face, punching into the air. “And I can run really fast. Do you wanna see how fast I can go?” 

Your frustration faded away. Despite everything, the kids were still kids. “Go ahead, I’d love to.” 

——

You had gotten the kids to bed, the house quieter than usual. You looked out the front door, fewer cars in the driveway than you had ever seen. For the first time since you arrived, the house was empty, with the exception of Ronan’s family and you. The sun had set, and you made your way downstairs to grab something to eat before heading to bed. 

There, standing at the edge of that damn dock, was Ronan, smoking a cigarette as he looked out onto the water. You couldn’t help but stop and stare, reflecting on what the children had told you. You couldn’t trust him, but you couldn’t deny your curiosity. Surely a man like him had stories to tell. Still, how many deaths were ordered with his hand? How many lives had he ruined? Despite the passing weeks, you realized you didn’t even know his full name. What kind of person were you dealing with? 

“I can see you staring, you know,” you heard him call out, his voice muffled by the glass. 

You snapped out of your thoughts, walking closer to the window. “What of it?” 

You watched his outline shrug, unable to fully see him in the moonlight. “I don’t mind. But I’d rather not shout through the window if you want to talk.” 

You walked outside, the wooden boards creaking as you stepped onto the dock. You figured now was as good of a time as any to air grievances. “You know, you could give a warning before you start firing off guns.” 

“Sorry. I figured I was far enough away for it to not be too startling.” 

“To most normal people, any gunshot is startling,” you crossed your arms.

He laughed, amused by your annoyance. “I suppose that’s true. I’ll give you a warning next time, my apologies.” 

“Thank you. I appreciate that. Should…” you paused, unsure if you should continue your question. “Should I be afraid?” 

“Why would you be afraid?”

“You’re practicing firing guns. Is there a reason for it, or is it just a coincidence for a criminal to have that hobby?” 

“I’d say both are true. I enjoy it, and it’s a useful skill to have. The reason I practice is because that’s the only time I use those skills, if that makes you feel better.” 

You nodded, “I see. So no one’s…come after you?”

“Oh, plenty of people come after me. The key is they don’t get very far. I won’t bore you with the details, but…we’ve flown under the radar for a century now, so that’s gotta count for something.” 

A hundred years of hiding from the police was nothing to laugh at. “That’s true.”

He turned to look you in the eye. “Look, I don’t want you to be afraid. I understand it’s…likely different, than other jobs you’ve had.” 

“That’s one way to put it,” you couldn’t help but laugh. 

“But I promise you you’re safe here. If there’s anything you want to know, I’m an open book. Seriously. I know it’s only been a few weeks, but the kids adore you, so I’ll do whatever I need to do to keep you around.” 

It was endearing, how much he cared for his children. Still, you had questions. “What happened to their mother?”

He sighed, taking another drag from his cigarette and averting his gaze. “She left. Decided she wanted out, left a note not to come looking for her, and that was that.” 

You could sympathize with not wanting to be a part of an operation like this, but abandoning one’s children was harder to understand. “Do you know where she is?” 

“Nope. I’m sure she’s still alive, but…” he sighed, “if she wanted out, there were other ways. I didn’t care that she left me behind. I mean, I did, but…I don’t know. There’s no worse feeling than telling your kids their mother doesn’t want to be their mother anymore.” 

“Is…is that what she said?” Your voice was quieter, softer and gentler than before. 

“Yep.” He brought the cigarette to his lips once more, “I don’t expect you to think I’m a good person. I know I’m not. But…I’ll do whatever it takes to give those kids a good life. I’m not letting anyone or anything stand in the way of that. So when I say you’re safe…I mean it.” 

Perhaps it was a trick of the light, but his eyes seemed to glisten in the moonlight. He looked so defeated; perhaps he might’ve been a criminal, but he didn’t seem to be a monster. It might’ve been naive, but you wanted to comfort him.  “I…” you slowly extended your arm to touch his shoulder. “I think you’re a good person.” A bold faced lie, and you knew it. Yet…it felt like the right thing to say.

“That’s sweet of you to say, but…” he trailed off, looking back at you. The look of concern on your face enticed him. You were blunt about your concerns; who wouldn’t be? At times your tone was harsh and accusatory, but he couldn’t blame you for that. Any normal person would’ve had the same reaction as you. Yet when he looked back at you, you seemed…soft. A kind look in your eyes he had only seen when he first interviewed you. It captivated him, the sensation of you running your thumb along the cotton fabric electrifying. Had it truly been that long since someone had given him such comfort? 

“But?” Your tone contained a hint of playfulness.

It was hard for him to ignore the onslaught of fantasies, the thought of kissing you flashing through his mind. It’d be unprofessional, senseless even. He shook himself out of it. He let out a nervous laugh; it was just a kind, arguably needed, touch. Nothing more. It’d be perverted to think of your gesture as anything else, even if the idea was enticing. “I…You know,” he inhaled, “actually, I’ll just take the compliment,” he smiled. “Thank you.”

“Of course. I know there’s…everything, but I’ve done this long enough to know when a father actually cares.” There was a twisted irony to his love; he loved his children more than any lawyer or politician you had worked for. “It’s rarer than you’d think, unfortunately.”

“Regrettably, that’s a fact I’m well aware of. But I guess that’s why I allow myself to live this excessively. I try not to spoil them, as silly as that probably sounds. I do put my foot down occasionally, you know.”

You laughed, “is that so?”

“Oh, absolutely. Last year, Amara asked me for a pony. I told her no. The one she has already is fine enough,” he chuckled. 

 “How brave of you, to not buy her another horse,” you teased. 

“Oh, I know. But…” the serious look on his face returned. “I want them to be happy. I know I’m robbing them of a normal life. They don’t go to school, they rarely leave the house unless we head to the city, and even that makes me paranoid.”

“Doesn’t your nephew go to school?” 

“Yeah, but…Finn’s able to be a lot more public facing than I am. That’s his job, essentially, to make us look normal to the rest of the world. I don’t know, maybe I’m overthinking it. I’ve stayed hidden for so long it’s possible it wouldn’t even be an issue. Yet there’s always that chance, even if it’s slim. I’m not sure if it’s a chance I’m willing to take. So I buy the ponies, and the Lego sets, and the dollhouses, because some days it feels like all I can do. I don’t want them to go through what my brother and I went through. I can’t change the life I was born into, the hand I was dealt. But I can try to keep them as far away from it as possible.” 

You nodded your head, still touching him as he subverted your expectations. You couldn’t help but pity him. “I respect that. I…” you sighed, pulling your hand away. “I’m sorry. If I was rude the past week-”

“Don’t be. If I were in your shoes I’d react the same way. This is the first time I’ve ever hired someone who didn’t know the truth already. I was foolish to think we could hide it.” He looked back onto the water, the air starting to turn cold. “We should head inside, but…thanks. For talking to me.”

“Of course. Thank you for such an interesting job opportunity,” you grinned as you pulled your hand away. 

“You know, if it’d make you feel better, I could teach you how to shoot. Only if you want to, of course.”

You shrugged, smiling back at him. “Couldn’t hurt.” 

“Tomorrow, while they’re with the tutor, I’ll show you the basics. Does that work for you?” 

“Sure, I’d love to.”

“Perfect.” 

——

Your conversation had certainly changed your perspective on him, in more ways than one. You laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling as the tv in front of you hummed quietly. You weren’t paying attention to it, having only turned it on so you weren’t sitting in silence. 

You replayed the conversation in your head, over and over. He was attractive, there was no doubt about that. He seemed sweet, honest and genuine despite all you knew. Yet the conversation you shared wasn’t one that was flirtatious, certainly not sexy. Still, you couldn’t help but let your mind wander. Maybe you should’ve kissed him tonight. Maybe he would’ve taken you up to his bedroom. The thought of him touching you, kissing you-

‘By the Gods, I need to get laid,’ you thought. 

You buried your head in the pillow, trying to ignore your pent up sexual frustration. When did you last get laid? You couldn’t remember. A job like this one didn’t allow for opportunities like that often; Normally you didn’t mind, your hand and toys were enough to satiate you. For some reason, you couldn’t get him out of your head. It was wrong to sexualize an emotional conversation where he had confided in you, yet here you were.

You tried to get your mind off it. The more you thought about it, the worse it’d get. You got out of bed, walking out in the hallway to hopefully get a glass of water. You walked past Ronan’s room, only to hear odd noises coming from behind the door. You stopped to listen, quickly realizing it was the sound of someone moaning. 

The sound of Ronan moaning. 

You gently pressed your ear against the door, listening to him. There was no doubt about it; you were listening to him stroke his cock. You should’ve just kept walking; it would be a bit awkward, but you’d forget about it,

Instead, you stayed, listening to him pleasure himself. You could feel your body reacting to his sounds, a warm sensation between your legs.  

“No, this is wrong.” Yet your thoughts didn’t stop you from leaning against the doorframe and slipping your hand down your pants. You could feel how wet you were, slipping a finger inside you with ease, matching your pace with the quiet sounds of his movements. 

“Oh, fuck,” you heard his voice faintly, muffled by the wooden door separating the both of you. He started to move faster, and you added another finger. You groped your breasts, biting your lip to stifle your own moans. 

“This is horrible, fuck, I’m no better than him.’ Perhaps an exaggeration, but you were too lost in pleasure to further reason with yourself. The sound of him unraveling after becoming so accustomed to his cool and calm demeanor; you only wished you could hear more. 

You curled your fingers, feeling yourself getting close. You pulled your fingers out, rubbing your clit. Your mind was overcome with lust, filled with fantasies of him opening up the door and bending you over, wasting no time thrusting inside you. He let out another moan, this one just a bit louder and drawn out. He caught his breath, his pace slowing; he had to have just came. You rubbed your clit even faster, and it wasn’t long before you followed his example. 

When you heard him move, you panicked, darting away from the door. He didn’t answer it, he had to have walked away. As you started to come to your senses, you walked back to your own room, laying down on the bed before opening the drawer of your bedside table. 

“This is bad,” you thought, grabbing one of your toys and slipping your pants off, ready to do it all again. You shut your eyes, and allowed yourself to indulge in whatever fantasies came to your mind. 

“This is really bad.”

Part 3

idk if this makes me a freak but i love writing men yearning and jacking off. but yea!! that happened :D

thanks for reading! i hope you enjoyed it :D next time we shall get gun! and plot. yippee!

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[tea351]

☀️A Sunny day out☀️

Hi. This is my first fic. Like ever. I never wrote before so forgive me if it's a bit shit lollll. Anyways i love Arlecchino.

And this is the fluffiest of fluff i could muster up.

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It was a beautiful and sunny day in the vast lands of Fontaine. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping and the flowers were blooming- a perfect example of a Spring day.

You and your husband decided to take the children outside. I mean why not? They were behaving exceptionally well these past days- doing chores, listening to you and their Father and taking care of the newest member of the Hearth family- your little baby girl.

Truly pregnancy was awfully tiring for your mind and body. And as you gave birth during the winter there was no appropriate time to take yourself and your baby out for a walk. So today seemed perfect.

You made a  picnic basket filled with drinks and sandwiches - each and every sandwich carefully created to each child's taste. You wouldn't dare put some exotic seasonings in your husbands nor Lynette's sandwich.

As you all headed out one of the older children offered themselves to carry the heavy picnic basket. Their Mother was so caring to them, this was the least they could do to you. Even your husband didn't let you push the baby stroller. 'You're still recovering my love.', she'd say. Ah she truly did spoil you.

After some time walking you arrived at a beautiful field. 'Perfect' you thought to yourself. The children helped you set the picnic blanket as Arlecchino took care of the baby, lulling her to rest.

Some of the children immediately went to play bringing all kinds of toys with them. A ball, racket - and a knife?!

"Paul! No stabbing the berries! No, i do not care that the berries look like real blood when sliced up! Give me that!"

Paul immediately came up to you, and with a look full of shame he handed you the small pocket knife. You immediately put it to safety in the basket. Phew! Crisis adverted...

You looked at your husband, and with a tired look you merely shook your head. Seriously... children these days! Arlecchino only offered a mere chuckle as she settled your baby in her lap.

"She's growing up so fast.",  you commented and she agreed. You stroke your baby's chubby little fingers as you occasionally glanced at your other children to make sure they were okay.

"She has your eyes.", your husband commented as she pulled the baby's fat little cheek. Archons, she looked so adorable! And your husband... You fell more in love with her every day. The way she took care of you during the pregnancy and now post partum- she didn't want you to lift a finger. After all, you gave her one of her greatest gifts.

Arlecchino continued to look at the babys big, wide eyes and compared them to yours. They were exactly the same except for the eyebags under yours. Sleeping with a baby was tough and she could see how it reflected on you. So she decided to let you take a well deserved rest.

"Rest. I'll watch the baby and the other children."

"No Peruere, that's too much for you to handle!", you came rushing in. You didn't want to let her feel overwhelmed, to let her carry all the baggage.

"Do you doubt my abilities as a Father to our children? Trust me, I'll take good care of them. You need rest so you too could take good care of them."

Agh. There was no arguing with her on that. Well...a 15 minute nap wouldn't hur- Zzzzzzzz.......

Arlecchino had a small smile on her face as you fell asleep. She moved a strand of your hair to the side and she let you sleep on her shoulder. You did so much for this family, she couldn't let you overwork yourself.

Your baby girl was still on her lap as you dozed off. She watched the children play, making sure they were all okay. Then she glanced back at your baby. Oh the sweet coos and gurgles she made...and it looks like she wanted to make a new friend. Well- an ant that crept up on your picnic blanket. If she'd let your baby grab the end...well there would be no more of the ant.

"Ah, that my dear is Formicidae or more commonly known as an ant. Those little things can lift objects fifty times their own body weight.", Arlecchino explained to your baby. The little girl cooed and gurgled in her arms, seemingly fascinated with the fact. It put a smile on Arlecchino's face. Maybe one day she could teach her more about insects.

Suddenly, some of the children came rushing towards you and your husband. Arlecchino merely gestured them with a finger on her lips, shushing them so they didn't wake you up. With a nod she gestured to your sleeping self.

"We wanted to give Mother this.", one of the children whispered back. In their hand was a small yet a beautiful bouquet of field flowers.

"I'll make sure to give her that when she wakes up.", Arlecchino graciously took the flowers and set them aside at the picnic basket. One of your children, Lyney be exact, approached Arlecchino and the baby. He kneeled down and out of his sleeve he produced a small daisy.

"And this is for the princess that stole our hearts away.", he said, putting the flower behind your babies ear. She laughed and cooed in return, making all of your heart melt.

Your husband turned to look at you and she swore she saw a small smile on your lips.

[22ayla21]

Hi can I request, Kayden break is not curious about babies, but sometimes imagine a baby resembling her partner/girlfriend. Yayy. Thanks.

A Warm Whirlwind in the Beast's Heart

Kayden never made long-term plans. He lived in the here and now—in the moment, in the fight, in victory. The world, to him, was an arena where respect was earned with fists, and trust… who needed that anyway? His name inspired fear, his strength commanded respect, his reputation bred envy. He was alone. Had always been. And he thought that was the right way.

Then she appeared.

A woman who had nothing in common with his world. An ordinary civilian, absurdly rational. And with such a soft, calm smile that something inside him would trip every time he saw her. She wasn’t afraid of him. But she didn’t rush to get close either. Or maybe she just didn’t realize how much he was drawn to her.

She didn’t ask about the past. Didn’t make scenes when he disappeared. Didn’t ask for promises. But every time he came back bruised, exhausted, barely standing—she met him with a cup of hot tea and a quiet, “Got into another fight again?”

He’d snort, pretend to be annoyed. But he stayed.

Kayden never wanted a family. Never thought about children. What could he give them? A world where strength mattered more than kindness? Where betrayal lurked around every corner?

And yet, one quiet evening, as she rolled up her sleeves to wash the dishes and he sprawled on the couch in the form of a chubby cat, a strange thought hit him:

What if we had a child? With her eyes and my stubbornness. Small, clinging to her skirt, running to me—not as Kayden the legend, but just as Dad.

He shook it off. Ridiculous. Him—a father? What a joke. He could barely stand teenagers, and kids... kids were chaos. Constant noise, sticky hands, cries, tears. Responsibility you couldn't run from.

But later that same night, when she had fallen asleep on the couch, pressed against his furry side, he caught himself thinking about it again. Imagined them—together. And between them, a tiny child, with her warmth and maybe his temperament.

He jumped up. Dropped the cat form. Paced the room, not knowing what to do with this strange warmth in his chest.

Kayden, the predator, the lone wolf, and now... softening? What next? A little house with a garden? Weekend barbecues?

He smirked. Sarcastically. At himself. But something inside trembled.

From then on, it started happening more often. She’d talk on the phone—and he’d picture her holding a baby, laughing with it. She’d feed stray cats—and he’d wonder what kind of mother she’d be. And when she hugged him—just like that, without fear, accepting both the beast and the man—he suddenly wanted to stay. Not just for the night. Not for a week. For real.

He told himself it would pass. That it was just… temporary. Her influence.

And then, one day, he saw her holding a wounded chick to her chest. She looked at it so gently, as if her touch alone could take away all the pain.

He approached. Sat beside her. And, not really knowing why, muttered almost to himself:

— Our child would be like you. The same kindness. The same strength. Just… without the rough edges. Brighter.

She looked at him in surprise. Then suddenly smiled. Quietly. Warmly.

— And would that be so bad?

He didn’t answer. He didn’t know.

But from that day on, every time he went into battle, he didn’t think only about winning. He thought about coming back. Alive. Whole. For her. And maybe, one day—for him. For their potential “little stubborn one” who would laugh like her and argue like him.

Kayden didn’t know if he’d ever be a father. He wasn’t sure he deserved it.

But he knew one thing: something in him had changed.

And the scariest part—it didn’t feel like weakness anymore.

It felt like hope.

[amethystarachnid]

Hii! I read your "Christmas morning with Tony" and I think its so cute and funny... I appreciate the time and effort you put into writing for us. I admire your writing style. I'm a huge fan of Tony Stark.😁 Your povs are so great and heart touching.🧡 I'm new so I don't know if you accept requests but can I request for something? No force. You can only make it if you want to... If you can, please make a oneshot of Tony x Fem reader (with age gap) married couple with a cute little toddler daughter and a baby boy, a lovely family. Tony's sass and Y/N's softness. (And how Y/N feels like she is raising 3 kids including Tony) How they deal with Tony's fame and protect the kids. How Y/N feels about all of this. Some slight flirtation, fluff and fun. I'll be so happy if you can make this or if you've already made something like this, can you please suggest that? Sorry for boring you with my long text 😭 I don't even know if you'll reply but it'd be so cool if you did omg... Kudos bestie!

XOXO ❤️

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⤷ ANTHONY “TONY” E. STARK

ᯓ★ Pairing: Anthony “Tony” E. Stark x fem!reader

ᯓ★ Genre: fluff, romance

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ᯓ★ Summary: when you married Tony stark you knew you were leaving your privacy behind, but your kids? oh that' s a whole different story, and Tony will make sure the press knows that

ᯓ★ TW(s): little spicy scenes at the end, nothing too explicit

ᯓ★ omg i was so sure I had posted this story like a few days ago, now I open up my draft and see that it's still here? and there's another story too? omg I'm so sorry for the delay

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The sound of tiny feet racing down the hallway pulls you from sleep before the baby monitor even has a chance to crackle. You blink against the soft light filtering through the curtains, trying to shake off the lingering haze of exhaustion. It’s too early—your body knows it, but the Stark household rarely lets you sleep in past sunrise these days.

“Mommy!” Luna’s voice echoes outside the door, high-pitched and insistent.

You nudge Tony, whose warm weight is sprawled beside you. “Your turn,” you murmur, voice still thick with sleep.

“Mm-mm,” he grunts, burrowing deeper into the pillow. “I did the midnight shift.”

“That was my shift,” you remind him, though there’s no heat in your voice.

Before he can argue, the door creaks open, and Luna’s curly head pops into view. She’s clutching her stuffed bunny, her chubby cheeks flushed from sleep. “Mommy! Daddy! I awake!”

Tony groans, but he’s already rolling onto his back, cracking one eye open. “Morning, boss,” he greets her, his voice gravelly but amused.

Luna wastes no time climbing onto the bed. She doesn’t crawl to your side, though—her target is clear. She clambers onto Tony’s chest with a determination only a toddler can muster, settling there like she’s claimed her throne.

“Hi, Daddy,” she chirps, grinning down at him.

“Hi, baby girl,” he says, wrapping his hands loosely around her waist to keep her steady. “What’s up?”

She thrusts a crumpled piece of paper at him, one of her many drawings. “S’you!”

Tony takes the paper, squinting at the chaotic mix of lines and colors. “Me? No way. This is way too good to be me.”

“Daddy!” Luna giggles, but the moment of happiness flickers when a faint cry comes through the baby monitor on Tony’s nightstand.

Howard.

You sit up, ready to move, but Luna’s face twists into an immediate pout. “Noooo,” she whines, grabbing Tony’s arm with surprising strength for someone her size. “Daddy stay!”

“Luna,” you say gently, reaching out to brush her curls back from her forehead, “Howard’s awake. He needs Mommy and Daddy too.”

“Nooo!” she insists, eyes welling up with tears as she clings tighter to Tony. “No baby! Daddy stay here!”

Tony shifts her so he can sit up properly, cradling her against his chest as she buries her face in his shirt. His free hand rubs her back, his voice soft but firm. “Hey, hey, none of that. Howard’s not going anywhere. You’re still my number one, okay?”

“Promise?” Her voice is muffled against him.

“Promise,” he says, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “But you gotta share me a little, Luna Bean. Teamwork, remember?”

She sniffles, her little body still tense, but she doesn’t argue further.

You glance at Tony, mouthing, I’ll get him, but he shakes his head. “Nah, I got it. You stay here with the queen of the universe.”

“Queen Luna,” you say with a smile, and she peeks out from Tony’s shirt, her pout shifting to the tiniest of grins.

Tony shifts her onto the bed beside you, leaning in to press a quick kiss to your lips before he heads toward the nursery. Luna watches him go, her expression still wary.

You wrap an arm around her, pulling her close. “What do you think, Luna? Should we make Daddy some coffee while he gets Howard?”

She considers this, then nods. “I help.”

“Of course you do,” you say, tickling her side until she giggles.

Together, you head to the kitchen, Luna’s hand tightly clutching yours.

By the time Tony comes downstairs, Howard in his arms, Luna is standing on her step stool at the counter, proudly stirring a bowl of oatmeal. “Daddy!” she shouts when she sees him, immediately abandoning her spoon to reach for him.

“Hey, Luna Bean,” Tony says, walking over with a grin. He juggles Howard expertly as Luna throws her arms around his legs. “What’s going on in here?”

“I cook!” she announces, pointing to the oatmeal like it’s a Michelin-starred masterpiece.

“You’re amazing,” he tells her, and she practically glows under his praise.

Howard squirms in his arms, letting out a little coo, and Luna’s face falls slightly. She tugs on Tony’s pant leg again. “Daddy, me up!”

Tony glances at you, then back at Luna. “Sweetheart, I’m holding Howard right now. But maybe after breakfast—”

“No! Me!” Her lower lip juts out, and you can see the storm coming before it hits.

“Luna,” you say, crouching down beside her, “Daddy can’t hold both of you at the same time. But maybe you can sit next to him while he feeds Howard, huh? You can be his helper.”

She scowls at first, but the word “helper” seems to sway her. “Helper?”

“Big helper,” Tony agrees, setting Howard into his high chair before crouching down to scoop Luna into his arms. “You can be in charge of making sure your little brother doesn’t make a huge mess. Think you’re up for it?”

She nods solemnly, her little face serious as Tony carries her to the table.

Breakfast is its usual chaotic blur. Howard smears oatmeal on his cheeks more than he eats it, Luna spends most of her time “helping” by narrating Howard’s every move, and Tony is caught somewhere between managing both kids and stealing sips of coffee whenever he can.

“Look, Mommy!” Luna calls out at one point, holding up a spoonful of oatmeal that she’s managed to guide toward Howard’s mouth. Most of it dribbles down his bib, but her excitement is infectious.

“You’re such a good big sister,” you tell her, and she beams.

Tony meets your eyes across the table, and you share a smile. It’s exhausting, yes, but these little moments—messy, loud, and chaotic—are what make it all worth it.

For now, Luna seems happy enough, basking in the attention from both of you. But you know the balancing act is far from over.

The idea of going to the park electrifies Luna, who hasn’t stopped chanting “big slide!” from the second she decided on the plan. You’re impressed by her enthusiasm but a little less thrilled by the sheer logistics of getting two kids—and one Tony Stark—out the door in one piece.

“Alright, Bean, grab your shoes,” Tony says as he crouches to tie his sneakers. Luna runs off, only to return moments later with two mismatched shoes in her hands—a sparkly sandal and a rain boot.

You stifle a laugh. “Sweetheart, those don’t match.”

“Is fashion,” Luna insists, holding them out proudly.

Tony leans down to her level, nodding solemnly. “You’re absolutely right. Who am I to argue with haute couture?” He takes the mismatched shoes and looks over his shoulder at you. “You heard the boss. Let’s roll with it.”

“She’s going to look like she dressed herself,” you tease, handing him the diaper bag as you grab Howard from his bassinet.

“She did dress herself,” Tony shoots back, tossing Luna’s bunny into the stroller. “Besides, we’ll make it work. Howard here won’t rat us out.”

Howard, nestled in your arms, lets out a little hiccup, blinking up at you with big eyes that seem to say, You’re doomed, Mom.

The park itself is only a ten-minute drive, but Tony takes longer than usual to circle the area. You know exactly why. His eyes are constantly scanning the streets for cameras or sketchy parked cars.

“Still clear,” he says finally, pulling into the parking lot.

“Relax, Tony,” you murmur. “We’ve been here a million times without any trouble.”

“Yeah, and all it takes is one overpaid idiot with a zoom lens,” he mutters, shutting off the car.

Luna, oblivious to the ongoing Stark-level security measures, kicks her feet excitedly in her car seat. “Go play! Go play!”

Tony hops out and unbuckles her first, letting her bounce to the ground with all the energy of someone who hasn’t had their soul drained by a toddler tantrum at 6 a.m.

“Alright, Bean, ground rules: you stay where Mommy and I can see you, and no wandering off to join a rogue pack of preschoolers, okay?”

“‘Kay!” Luna shouts before taking off toward the jungle gym, leaving Tony standing there with his hands on his hips.

You smirk. “She definitely got her listening skills from you.”

Tony looks at you, feigning offense. “I listen! I’m fantastic at listening. Just ask… anyone but you.”

“Sure you are,” you tease, wheeling Howard’s stroller closer to the bench nearest the playground.

Luna climbs the jungle gym with the fearless determination of a child who doesn’t yet understand the concept of gravity. She zooms down the big slide with wild abandon, screaming, “Daddy, watch!” every single time, as though he hasn’t been staring at her like she’s the most fascinating thing in the universe.

Tony, of course, eats it up. “That’s my girl! Ten out of ten, Bean! Gold medal for sliding!”

You sit nearby with Howard in your lap, who’s happily gnawing on his teething toy. The sight of Tony sprinting to catch Luna at the bottom of the slide—only for her to scramble back up and do it again—makes your chest ache in the best way.

Watching him as a dad is both endearing and exhausting. He’s fully in it, down to the goofy voices and over-the-top reactions, but sometimes it’s like raising a third child. Case in point: the way he almost topples into the sandbox trying to show Luna how to build a “Stark-grade” sandcastle.

“Careful, Tony,” you call, adjusting Howard’s sun hat. “If you break something, I’m not driving you to the ER.”

He glances over his shoulder with a grin. “You kidding? My castle-building technique is flawless.”

After about an hour, Luna runs up to you, her curls wild and cheeks flushed. “Mommy, hungry!”

You smile, brushing some sand off her shirt. “Okay, what do you want? We can eat at home—”

“McD’nald’s!” she interrupts, her eyes lighting up.

Tony perks up immediately. “McDonald’s, huh? The kid’s got taste. Can’t argue with a Happy Meal.”

You give him a look. “You’re going to use her as an excuse to eat fries, aren’t you?”

“Absolutely,” he says, already folding up the stroller.

The McDonald’s trip is pure chaos, as expected. You pull into the parking lot, and Tony insists on ordering at the counter instead of using the drive-thru.

“It’s the full experience,” he says, hoisting Luna onto his hip.

“Or it’s an unnecessary production,” you counter, adjusting Howard in his carrier.

Inside, Luna presses her nose against the glass of the Happy Meal display, pointing at the toys. “That one! I want dat one!”

“Luna, it’s random,” you explain patiently. “They give you whatever toy they have.”

“No, dat one!”

Tony leans down conspiratorially. “Here’s the deal, Bean: if they don’t give you the one you want, we’ll just buy the whole set. Problem solved.”

You gape at him. “Tony.”

“What? She’s three. Let her dream big,” he says with a shrug.

You finally settle in a booth near the window, juggling trays of food, a Happy Meal, and a baby who’s decided he absolutely doesn’t want to stay in his carrier. Luna sits between you and Tony, gleefully dipping her nuggets into ketchup while you try to convince Howard that teething on a fry is not part of his diet.

“This,” Tony says, holding up his Big Mac, “is the pinnacle of American cuisine. Stark-approved.”

“Stop corrupting the children,” you say, stealing one of his fries.

“Too late,” he replies with a grin.

Of course, nothing stays peaceful for long. You notice it first—a flicker of movement outside the window. A guy with a camera, half-hidden behind a parked car.

“Tony,” you murmur, nudging his arm.

He follows your gaze, his jaw tightening when he spots the photographer. “Unbelievable,” he mutters.

“What’s wrong?” Luna asks, looking up from her nuggets.

“Nothing, Bean,” Tony says smoothly, pulling her closer to his side. “Just some grown-ups who don’t know how to mind their own business.”

“Should we leave?” you ask quietly, glancing at the stroller.

Tony shakes his head. “Nope. We’re not running because some idiot wants a payday. Let them snap their pictures. We’ll look fabulous.”

You sigh, but there’s no arguing with him when he’s like this.

Sure enough, more paparazzi show up within minutes, crowding outside the restaurant. You can hear the faint clicks of their cameras even through the glass.

Luna looks out the window, her brow furrowed. “What they doin’, Daddy?”

“They’re taking pictures, sweetheart,” you say gently.

“Why?”

Tony smirks. “Because they think your old man eating a Big Mac is front-page news.”

She frowns. “Dat’s silly.”

“Extremely,” Tony agrees, popping a fry into his mouth.

Despite the commotion outside, you manage to finish your meal, though you can’t help feeling a little on edge. You glance at Tony, who’s completely unbothered, making silly faces at Howard while Luna plays with her Happy Meal toy.

“You’re taking this remarkably well,” you say, folding up the wrappers.

He shrugs. “Let them have their fun. The world deserves to see me rocking dad mode. Besides, they’ll leave once they realize we’re not doing anything scandalous.”

“Define ‘scandalous,’” you mutter, eyeing the pile of ketchup-covered napkins Luna has somehow created.

Tony grins. “Relax, sweetheart. We’re good. I’ve got this.”

And as much as you want to roll your eyes at him, you can’t help but believe him—because if there’s one thing Tony Stark knows how to do, it’s handle the chaos of life with a smirk and a perfectly timed quip.

Even if it involves paparazzi documenting his three-year-old’s first Happy Meal.

The drive home from McDonald’s is a symphony of exhaustion and mild sugar highs. Luna, sitting in her car seat, is clutching her Happy Meal toy like it’s the most precious artifact in existence, while Howard is finally dozing off in his carrier, a little line of drool trailing down his chin.

“Mission accomplished,” Tony declares, steering the car with one hand while fiddling with the radio. “One kid happy, one kid asleep. I’m officially a superhero again.”

You shoot him a look, cradling Howard’s head to keep it from bobbing too much as the car bumps along. “Sure, Iron Dad. Tell that to Luna when she refuses to nap.”

At the mention of napping, Luna perks up immediately. “No nap!” she declares, her voice loud enough to make Howard stir.

Tony glances at her in the rearview mirror. “Whoa, Bean, keep it down. You’ll wake up your brother.”

“No nap!” she repeats, kicking her feet for emphasis.

You sigh, already anticipating the battle ahead. “Luna, everyone needs a little quiet time after a big day. Even Daddy.”

Tony raises an eyebrow at you. “Speak for yourself. I thrive on chaos.”

“Clearly,” you mutter, watching as Luna crosses her arms, her pout deepening.

When you get home, it’s a delicate operation to get both kids out of the car without waking Howard or setting Luna off on a full-blown tantrum. You manage to carry Howard inside, still asleep, while Tony coaxes Luna through the door with the promise of reading her favorite bedtime story—twice.

You head upstairs to settle Howard in his crib, marveling at how peaceful he looks when he’s asleep. It’s a stark contrast to the hurricane of teething pains and babbling that he usually is during the day.

By the time you come back downstairs, Tony’s on the couch, flipping through one of Luna’s storybooks while she sits cross-legged beside him, stubbornly refusing to lie down.

“Alright, Luna Bean,” he says, pretending to squint at the book like it’s the most complicated thing he’s ever read. “Once upon a time, there was a little bunny who—”

“No bunny!” Luna interrupts, pointing at the book. “Princess one!”

Tony lets out an exaggerated sigh. “Princess again? What about the bunny? The bunny’s got dreams too, you know.”

You can’t help but laugh as you join them, sitting on Luna’s other side. “Princess it is, Tony. You’ve been outvoted.”

It takes two princess stories, a glass of water, and a very firm “no” to her demand for a third book before Luna finally concedes to lying down in her toddler bed. You sit with her, rubbing her back softly as she murmurs something about her Happy Meal toy and the “big slide.”

Tony leans against the doorframe, watching you with a smile that softens the sharp edges of his usual sarcasm.

“Don’t think I didn’t see that look,” you whisper once Luna’s breathing evens out and you join him by the door.

“What look?” he whispers back, feigning innocence as you head down the stairs together.

“The one where you think you’re the luckiest man alive,” you tease, bumping your shoulder against his.

“Well, I am,” he says, not missing a beat.

Back in the living room, the house is finally quiet. Howard’s asleep upstairs, Luna’s out like a light, and the chaos of the morning has melted into the calm of the afternoon.

Tony collapses onto the couch with a groan, pulling you down beside him. “Finally. Alone time with my favorite person.”

“Aw, thanks,” you say, leaning into his side. “Though I’m not sure you’ve earned it after hyping Luna up all morning.”

“Hey, I was just fueling her creativity,” he says, draping an arm around your shoulders. “That’s good parenting, right?”

You laugh softly, resting your head against his chest. For a few blissful moments, it’s just the two of you—no demands, no tantrums, no distractions.

And then your phone buzzes.

The sharp vibration pulls you out of the moment, and you glance at the screen, frowning when you see the notification. Tony’s phone buzzes a second later, and he groans.

“Who’s bothering us now?” he mutters, grabbing his phone.

You open the notification, your heart sinking as you see the headline: “Starks Spotted at McDonald’s with Rare Family Sighting—First Photos of Their Kids!”

Your stomach twists as you click the link. Sure enough, there are the photos—taken through the window of the restaurant, clearly showing you, Tony, Luna, and even Howard in his carrier.

Tony’s jaw tightens beside you as he scrolls through the same article. “Unbelievable,” he mutters, his voice low and dangerous.

Your hand shakes as you set your phone down. “They weren’t supposed to—”

“I know,” Tony interrupts, his tone sharp. “I know, sweetheart. We were careful. Those bastards must’ve had some insane zoom lenses.”

You close your eyes, trying to steady your breathing. You and Tony had been so adamant about keeping the kids out of the public eye, wanting them to have as normal a childhood as possible. Now, their faces are plastered all over the internet for anyone to see.

“They’re just babies,” you whisper, your voice breaking.

Tony pulls you closer, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. “Hey, hey. We’ll handle this, okay? We always do.”

For a while, neither of you says anything. Tony’s hand never leaves your back, and you focus on the steady rhythm of his breathing to keep yourself grounded.

Finally, he breaks the silence. “I’ll call the lawyers in the morning. Get those pictures taken down. I’ll throw every cent I have at it if I have to.”

You nod, though you know it’s not that simple. The photos are already out there, circulating on social media and gossip sites.

“Do you think they’ll ever have privacy?” you ask quietly, looking up at him.

Tony’s face softens, his usual bravado giving way to something raw and vulnerable. “I’ll do everything I can to make sure they do,” he says. “They didn’t ask for this. They deserve to just be kids.”

The rest of the evening passes in a haze. You and Tony go through the motions—dinner, tidying up, checking on the kids—while the weight of the situation hangs heavy in the air.

Later, as you lie in bed together, Tony wraps an arm around you, pulling you close. “We’ll figure this out,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against your temple.

You nod, burying your face in his chest. Despite the whirlwind of emotions, there’s a small comfort in knowing that whatever happens, you’ll face it together.

The next morning, the house feels emptier without Tony’s usual presence.

It’s not that he’s never at work—he still runs a billion-dollar company, after all—but ever since Luna was born, Tony’s made it a point to work from home as often as possible. He has an entire high-tech office two floors below, but more often than not, he sets up camp at the kitchen counter or sprawls out on the living room floor with his laptop, Howard napping beside him and Luna sticking stickers on his arms.

Today, though, he had an in-person meeting that “absolutely required his presence,” which you both knew was business-speak for some rich guy wants to see Tony Stark in the flesh to feel important.

So here you are, juggling Luna’s boundless energy and Howard’s never-ending need for attention, all while attempting to get at least a little work done.

Luna sits on the floor next to the couch, meticulously lining up her stuffed animals in some kind of toddler government meeting. “Bunny sit here,” she mumbles to herself. “Bear go there.”

Howard, meanwhile, is in his bouncer, happily gurgling as he kicks his feet.

You take a sip of coffee and glance at your laptop screen. Emails. Reports. A reminder that you still have to reschedule a meeting from last week. All things you should be focusing on, but it’s hard when your three-year-old is currently reprimanding a stuffed giraffe for not listening.

“Luna, sweetheart, do you want to watch something while Mommy works?” you ask, already knowing the answer.

She gasps dramatically. “Movie!”

“Okay, okay. But something calm,” you warn.

You put on a gentle animated movie, the kind with soft colors and soothing music, hoping it’ll buy you some time. It works for a little while—Luna is curled up with her bunny, and Howard is kicking happily—but then, just as you’re about to type out an important email, the TV screen suddenly changes.

You blink. That’s not the movie. That’s… a live news broadcast.

And right in the middle of the screen is Tony.

At first, you think it’s a business-related conference, maybe something about Stark Industries’ latest project. But the second you see his expression—hard, angry, and completely pissed off—you know this isn’t about work.

He’s standing at a podium, his signature sunglasses pushed up onto his head, one hand gripping the edge of the lectern like he’s physically restraining himself from flipping the whole thing over. Cameras are flashing wildly, reporters jostling for position, but Tony’s voice cuts through the chaos as he speaks.

“Good morning, everyone. I hope you all had your coffee and enjoyed whatever invasive gossip you got paid to publish today.”

Your mouth falls open.

Luna, meanwhile, claps. “Daddy on TV!”

Howard, oblivious to the gravity of the situation, lets out a happy gurgle.

Tony continues, his voice firm. “I wasn’t planning on standing here today, but since some of you have absolutely no boundaries, I figured it was time for a little heart-to-heart. Or, as I like to call it, a public shaming.”

The reporters stir, their murmurs audible even through the broadcast.

“I get it,” Tony says, waving a hand dismissively. “I’m Tony Stark. I’ve done some questionable shit. You’ve followed me through every headline-worthy disaster, and I’ve played along. But my kids? My wife? That’s where I draw the line.”

You stare at the screen, your heart pounding. He didn’t tell you he was going to do this.

“I didn’t ask to have my daughter’s face plastered all over the internet because some idiot with a camera thought a trip to McDonald’s was breaking news,” Tony continues, his voice sharp with barely controlled anger. “She’s three years old. She doesn’t even know what privacy is yet, and now thanks to you, she has less of it than most adults.”

The camera pans to the crowd of reporters, some shifting uncomfortably under his glare.

“I’ve spent decades dealing with the press. I know how this game works. But let me make something very clear—my kids are off-limits. They’re not public figures. They didn’t sign up for this. And if I catch anyone else pulling that same stunt again, I will find out who you are, and I will make sure you regret it. Legally. Or financially. Or, I don’t know, maybe I’ll get creative.”

You can practically hear Pepper groaning somewhere in the distance.

The murmurs among the reporters grow louder, but Tony isn’t done. He leans in slightly, his expression dark. “I am not above buying out entire media companies just to fire the people responsible.”

You choke on your coffee.

Luna laughs. “Daddy funny.”

Tony exhales sharply, straightening. “So, here’s the deal. Leave my family alone. Act like human beings. And maybe, just maybe, we can all move on with our lives.”

With that, he steps back, yanks off the microphone, and walks away from the podium, ignoring the shouted questions and flashing cameras.

The news anchors are stunned into silence for a moment before they start analyzing everything he just said, but you don’t hear any of it.

Because all you can do is stare at the screen, your heart full and your hands shaking.

By the time Tony gets home, you’re already waiting for him at the front door.

He doesn’t even get a chance to say anything before you throw your arms around his neck, pulling him into a fierce hug.

“Whoa, okay,” he mutters, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Did I miss something? Did Luna start speaking fluent French while I was gone?”

You pull back just enough to look at him, your eyes shining. “You did that for us.”

Tony blinks. “Uh, yeah? Of course I did.”

You shake your head, overwhelmed. “You didn’t even tell me.”

“Well, I figured if I did, you’d tell me to calm down and ‘handle it diplomatically’ or whatever.” He smirks, but it softens as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “I meant every word, sweetheart. They don’t get to do this to our kids.”

Your throat tightens as you cup his face. “Thank you.”

He leans in, pressing his forehead to yours. “Always.”

A loud thump interrupts the moment, followed by Luna’s voice from the living room. “Daddy home?!”

Tony grins, pulling away and turning toward the noise. “That’s my cue.”

As soon as Luna spots him, she launches herself at him, and he catches her with ease, spinning her in the air.

“Didja see me on TV, Bean?” he asks, grinning.

“Yeah! You say bad words!”

Tony gasps dramatically. “I absolutely did not. Those were strongly worded suggestions.”

Luna giggles, and you laugh, watching them with your heart full.

Howard, still in his bouncer, lets out a sleepy coo, and Tony turns toward him with a smirk. “Don’t worry, little man. Daddy defended your honor too.”

You shake your head fondly. “So what happens now?”

Tony sighs, bouncing Luna on his hip. “Now? The lawyers do their thing, the press goes nuts for a few days, and then some other scandal distracts them.”

You nod, still holding onto him. “And us?”

He smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “We do what we always do—take care of our little circus. Together.”

And just like that, despite everything, the world feels a little more right again.

The house is finally quiet.

It took two bedtime stories, a glass of water, a very dramatic protest from Luna about how she wasn’t tired (even though she was literally falling asleep mid-sentence), and Howard fighting sleep like it was his mortal enemy, but at last—at last—both kids are down.

And that means you finally get a moment to yourselves.

It had been too long since you and Tony had time for just you two, without interruptions or exhaustion taking over the second your heads hit the pillow. So when Tony pulled you into him the second you closed the door to your bedroom, his hands warm and greedy against your waist, it didn’t take much for things to escalate.

It wasn’t just need—it was relief. Relief that despite everything, despite the chaos of the last twenty-four hours, you still had this. You still had him. And he still had you.

Now, you’re both sprawled across the bed, tangled in each other, skin warm and flushed, your bodies still humming from the aftershocks of finally having time to reconnect.

Tony lies back against the pillows, shirtless, only wearing his pajama pants. His arm is draped behind his head, and his other hand lazily trails over your back as you sit up, reaching for the silk pajama set you’d left on the edge of the bed.

“You know, you don’t have to put that on,” Tony murmurs, voice heavy with sleep and satisfaction.

You scoff, slipping the silk top over your arms. “I do, actually. Because unlike someone, I remember that we have a very curious three-year-old who has no concept of knocking.”

Tony groans dramatically, running a hand over his face. “Right. Luna the Unstoppable.”

You laugh softly, buttoning up the top before pulling on the matching shorts. “Exactly. And I’d rather not traumatize her for life, thank you very much.”

Tony watches you with lazy admiration, his eyes trailing over your figure. Even after all these years, the way he looks at you still makes your skin feel warm.

“You’re gorgeous, you know that?” he murmurs.

You roll your eyes fondly but can’t hide the small smile tugging at your lips. “You’re just saying that because we just had sex.”

Tony smirks, reaching for your wrist and pulling you back onto the bed beside him. “Nah, I say that all the time. You’re the one who only believes me when you’re half-naked.”

You swat his chest playfully, but before you can say anything else, his phone buzzes. Then again. Then again.

Tony groans, rolling over to grab it from the nightstand. “Ugh. If this is some corporate nonsense, I’m quitting my own company.”

But when he unlocks the screen, both of you freeze.

Because his phone is absolutely blowing up.

Notifications flood the screen—texts, missed calls, Twitter mentions, news alerts, emails. Your own phone, still on the dresser, starts buzzing too.

“What the hell…” Tony mutters, sitting up.

You grab your own phone and check the notifications. The first thing you see is a trending topic:

#TonyStarkWasRight

Your breath catches as you click on it, scrolling through the tweets.

“For once, I actually agree with Tony Stark. Paparazzi need to leave celebrity kids alone. Period.”

“Tony Stark threatening to buy entire media companies just to fire people?? Iconic behavior. A legend.”

“This shouldn’t even be up for debate. Kids deserve privacy. No matter who their parents are. #TonyStarkWasRight”

Your mouth falls open as you keep scrolling. It’s not just regular people supporting him—celebrities, influencers, and even massive companies are weighing in.

One post from a major media company stands out:

“Following recent events, we will be revising our policies on publishing unauthorized photos of celebrity children. Privacy matters. #RespectBoundaries”

You turn to Tony, eyes wide. “Tony… people agree with you.”

He blinks, still processing as he scrolls through his own feed. “Huh.”

“Huh?” you echo. “That’s all you have to say?”

Tony smirks, throwing his phone onto the bed and stretching lazily. “I mean, of course they agree with me. I’m always right.”

You swat his arm. “Tony, I’m serious! I thought this would be a mess—like, lawsuits and debates and public backlash—but people are actually supporting us.”

He chuckles, pulling you closer until you’re curled up against his side. “Sweetheart, I’ve been a PR nightmare since the ‘90s. People are just used to me stirring up trouble. The difference is, this time, I was actually right.”

You shake your head in disbelief, still scrolling through the endless support pouring in online. “I can’t believe it. Even big companies are changing their policies. You—Tony Stark—actually made people rethink media ethics.”

Tony grins smugly. “I am pretty influential.”

You snort. “Oh, please.”

But beneath the usual Stark-level ego, you can tell he’s genuinely touched. You know he didn’t do this for clout—he did it for Luna. For Howard. For you. And seeing the world actually agree with him, rather than fight back or twist his words, means more than he’ll admit.

Tony presses a kiss to your temple, his voice softer now. “I told you, sweetheart. I’ll always protect my family. No matter what.”

You nuzzle into his chest, your fingers tracing idle patterns against his skin. “I know.”

For a while, neither of you say anything, just lying there in the quiet glow of your phones still lighting up with notifications.

Then Tony sighs dramatically. “You know what this means, right?”

You glance up at him. “What?”

He smirks. “Now I definitely have to buy a media company. Just to prove a point.”

You groan, laughing as you swat his arm again. “Tony, no.”

“Tony, yes.”

“Tony, we have two kids to raise.”

“Even more reason! I need to make sure their first headlines are, like, ‘genius billionaire heir builds rocket before kindergarten’, not ‘celebrity baby caught eating crayons.’”

You can’t help but laugh, shaking your head. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet, you love me.”

You sigh dramatically, snuggling into him. “Unfortunately.”

He grins, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Lucky me.”

Tony stretches beneath you, arms lazily folding behind his head, a cocky smirk playing on his lips. His bare chest is still warm from your body, his muscles relaxed, but there’s an undeniable glint in his eyes—the kind of look that tells you he’s not done with you yet.

“Well, well, well,” he murmurs, voice dripping with amusement. “Looks like I still got it.”

You scoff, propping yourself up on his chest, your fingers tracing over his arc reactor. “That’s what you’re focusing on right now?”

“Uh, yeah?” Tony gestures at himself. “Did you see that performance? That was vintage Stark—no enhancements, no extra tech, just pure skill.”

You roll your eyes, trying to bite back a laugh. “Oh my God, you’re ridiculous.”

“And yet,” he murmurs, flipping you onto your back with ease, hovering over you now, “you love it.”

Your breath hitches as he leans down, his mouth trailing teasingly along your jaw. His hands slide down your sides, slow, deliberate, and you know exactly where this is going.

“Tony,” you whisper, already feeling the heat rise between you again.

He grins against your skin, his voice low and full of mischief. “Round two?”

You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head, but you’re already pulling him closer. “You are insatiable.”

“Hey, I’ve got a reputation to maintain,” he murmurs, nipping at your earlobe.

You sigh, sinking into him, ready to lose yourself in him all over again—

—and then, of course, because your life is chaos, Howard wails.

Tony freezes above you, his face scrunching up in frustration. “Oh, come on!”

You groan, dropping your head back against the pillows. “Your son needs you, Mr. ‘Still Got It.’”

Tony sighs dramatically, rolling off of you and throwing an arm over his face. “Unbelievable. Betrayed by my own offspring.”

You swat at his chest, already reaching for your silk robe. “He’s six months old, Tony. He doesn’t know he just ruined your big moment.”

Tony mutters something under his breath about babies having “terrible timing,” but he sits up, running a hand through his messy hair as you go to settle Howard.

It doesn’t take long—he just needed a bottle and a little comforting. Within minutes, he’s calm again, safely back in his crib, tiny fists curling against his chest.

You tiptoe back into your room, shaking your head as you see Tony sprawled out dramatically on the bed, looking like a man who has suffered the greatest injustice.

“Really?” you tease, slipping under the sheets beside him. “You’re pouting?”

Tony huffs. “I was in the zone. I was about to give you the full experience.”

You laugh softly, nuzzling into him. “We live with a toddler and a baby, Tony. This is the full experience.”

He sighs, rubbing his face. “God, we’re never gonna be alone again, are we?”

You shake your head. “Not for, like… another eighteen years.”

Tony groans. “Fantastic.”

But despite his words, he still rolls over and pulls you against him, pressing his lips to your shoulder, his hands already wandering again.

You close your eyes, smiling, sinking into the warmth of him—

—and then the bedroom door creaks open.

Both of you go completely still.

A tiny sniffle breaks the silence.

“Mommy?”

You and Tony exchange a look.

Luna stands in the doorway, clutching her bunny, her little face scrunched up in distress.

You sit up immediately, pulling the covers up higher, your heart already melting at the sight of her. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

She sniffles again, rubbing her eyes. “Bad d’weam.”

Tony groans quietly beside you, muttering, “You have got to be kidding me.”

Luna takes a few slow steps toward the bed, her bottom lip wobbling. “Can sleep wif you?”

You’re about to say yes—because of course you are—but Tony lets out an exaggerated sigh, throwing his head back against the pillows.

“Luna, baby, listen,” he says, rubbing his temples. “You’re three now. You’re a big girl. Don’t you wanna sleep in your own room like a big kid?”

Luna frowns, considering it for about two seconds before she shakes her head. “Nope.”

Tony groans. “Figures.”

You bite back a laugh, watching him struggle. He wants to say no—he should say no—but you already know he’s not going to.

And sure enough, the second Luna takes another sniffly step closer, looking tiny in the dim glow of the nightlight, Tony’s whole demeanor softens.

“Oh, come here, you little con artist,” he mutters, sitting up and holding his arms out.

Luna immediately scrambles onto the bed, crawling straight into his lap and curling up against his chest.

You smile as Tony sighs dramatically, running a hand through her messy curls. “This is ridiculous,” he grumbles. “I used to be Iron Man. Now I’m a glorified stuffed animal.”

Luna lets out a sleepy giggle, nuzzling into him. “You soft, Daddy.”

Tony blinks, mouth opening and closing. “I—what? No! I am not soft.”

You smirk, settling back into the pillows. “Oh, you so are.”

He glares at you, but there’s no real heat behind it.

Luna yawns, already dozing off in his arms, and Tony lets out another resigned sigh. “This kid’s got me wrapped around her tiny little fingers,” he mutters.

You smile, reaching over to brush a strand of hair from his forehead. “She loves you.”

He exhales, his features softening as he looks down at the little girl nestled into his chest. “Yeah,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to her curls. “I love her too.”

Luna shifts slightly, her tiny hands gripping Tony’s shirt as she sighs in her sleep.

You watch them for a moment, warmth spreading through your chest.

Tony catches you staring and raises an eyebrow. “What?”

You shake your head, smiling. “Nothing. Just… I love you.”

He smirks, shifting so that Luna is curled between the two of you. “Yeah, yeah. I still got it, huh?”

You roll your eyes, laughing softly. “Go to sleep, Tony.”

He grins, tucking Luna in a little closer.

And despite his earlier complaints, despite the interruptions, despite the lack of alone time—

You’ve never seen him happier.

maybe a part 2 with them trying for another kid and make it rom-com like the end of this part?

[muiitoloko]

hey weird request but will you write a story about Frank and his reader wife, hes older than her, and when she starts asking for a baby he turns her down and she withdraws from him gradually, so one morning when she gets up earlier than him and goes and makes breakfast he borrows her vibrator to get off and she catches him while hes cumming, please eventually give the girl a baby though SO SMUTTY i am sorry, but please i am craving some high level dominant watch from the corner vibes

Title: Generals and Generations.

Summary: Haunted by his age and past, Frank Benson resists his wife's dream of having a baby, but their undeniable chemistry and love force him to reconsider.

Pairing: Frank Benson × Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut

Author's Notes: Thanks for your request; I hope you enjoy it!

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Frank kissed your shoulder as he leaned into you, his thick cock driving deep with every slow, deliberate thrust. His body was heavy against yours, his chest pressing into your back as he moved, savoring the way you melted beneath him. His hooked nose brushed against your ear, his breath hot and uneven as he growled, “Christ, love. You feel bloody perfect—so tight, so warm. Like you were made to take me.”

You moaned, arching into him, your fingers curling into the sheets as he thrust harder, his chubby fingers gripping your hips like he owned you. And in this moment, he did.

But even as pleasure consumed you, your mind drifted to something else—something you’d been wanting, asking for, begging for. Between moans, you gasped, “Frank… I want a baby.”

His movements faltered for a split second, barely noticeable, but you caught it. Then, with a deep sigh, he resumed his pace, his thumbs pressing into the small hollow of your lower back. “Not this again,” he muttered, his baritone voice tinged with irritation.

You whined in disappointment, pushing back against him, trying to distract him with your body, hoping that maybe, this time, he’d change his mind. “You gave two children to your ex-wife,” you argued breathlessly, “why won’t you give me one?”

Frank grunted, his grip tightening as he thrust deeper, his dominance unshaken. “Because, love,” he growled, his voice firm, commanding, “I’m too bloody old to be raising another child. By the time they turn ten, I’ll be in a damn nursing home.”

You whimpered, but Frank didn’t stop—didn’t soften. If anything, his frustration fueled him, making him rougher, more relentless. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them against the mattress, his full weight pressing down on you as he drove into you with purpose. “You think a baby will change things?” he growled, his hooked nose nuzzling against the back of your neck. “You think I don’t already own you?”

“I—” Your words dissolved into a moan as he angled his thrusts deeper, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside you that made your vision blur.

“I give you everything, don’t I?” he pressed, his voice dropping into that dangerous, authoritative tone that sent shivers down your spine. “This body. This pleasure. You belong to me, love. And I don’t need a child to prove that.”

You moaned helplessly, lost in the sensation of him claiming you, dominating you completely. But still, you wanted more. “I want a part of you,” you whispered, your voice breaking as he pounded into you. “Something that’s ours.”

Frank let out a dark chuckle, his breath heavy against your skin. “You want something that’s ours?” he murmured, his fingers sliding down to rub your clit, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. “You already have it, love. You have me. My cock, my name, my bloody soul.”

His pace quickened, his thrusts punishing now, each stroke a reminder of who was in control. “You want me to put a baby in you?” he taunted, his voice dripping with dominance. “Want me to fuck you so full of my cum that you’ll be carrying my brat in the morning?”

“Yes,” you gasped, your nails digging into the sheets. “Please, Frank. Give me a baby.”

Frank groaned, his movements faltering for just a moment before he composed himself, shaking his head. “Not happening,” he growled, his baritone voice rough with finality. “But that won’t stop me from filling you up, love.”

You let out a helpless cry as he slammed into you, his cock thick and unrelenting, stretching you to the brink of madness. He was ruthless now, determined to remind you who was in charge, who owned you.

“God, you’re so needy,” he rasped, his lips brushing against your ear as his thrusts grew erratic. “So desperate for me, aren’t you? But I decide what you get, love. And right now, all you’re getting is my cum. Nothing else.”

Your body tensed, your release tearing through you in an overwhelming wave as Frank groaned, his grip bruising as he followed, spilling into you with a deep, guttural growl. His weight pressed into you as he caught his breath, his white hair damp with sweat.

For a moment, there was silence, save for the sound of your ragged breathing. Then, Frank kissed your shoulder again, softer this time, his fingers stroking your waist. “No children,” he murmured, his voice firm but not unkind. “But you have me. Always.”

You sighed, knowing this wasn’t the end of the conversation. But for now, as Frank’s arms wrapped around you, his cock still buried deep inside you, you let it go. You had him—and that was enough.

For now.

The morning sunlight filtered through the kitchen window, casting long shadows over the breakfast table where you and Frank sat in thick silence. Your plate was still untouched, the toast growing cold beside your half-drunk cup of tea. Across from you, Frank methodically cut into his eggs, his movements precise but tight, his white hair slightly disheveled from the morning shower. His hazel eyes were locked onto his plate, but the tension in his jaw betrayed his irritation.

You sighed, arms crossed, before finally speaking. "You haven’t given me an answer, Frank."

Frank’s knife halted mid-cut, his grip tightening around the handle before he exhaled slowly, setting it down with deliberate control. He finally met your gaze, his hooked nose twitching slightly as his hazel eyes darkened with frustration. "I have given you an answer," he said, his baritone voice firm. "Several times, in fact."

You scoffed, pushing your plate aside as you leaned forward. "No, you’ve given me an excuse," you countered, your voice sharper than you intended. "You keep saying you’re too old, that you’ve done this before, but what about me? What about what I want, Frank?"

Frank clenched his jaw, exhaling sharply through his nose. "What you want," he repeated, his voice lower now, measured but no less commanding. "And what about what I want, hmm? You think I haven't thought about this? That I don’t consider your feelings?"

You stood up, your chair scraping against the floor. "No, Frank, I think you’ve made up your mind and expect me to just accept it."

Frank inhaled deeply, rubbing a hand over his face before pushing back his chair abruptly. The sudden movement startled you, but you held your ground, watching as he grabbed his military jacket from the back of his chair, shaking it out before slipping it on. The stiff fabric fell over his broad shoulders, and he began buttoning it with quick, efficient movements, his authority still intact even in the middle of an argument.

"I don’t like leaving for work when we’re fighting," he muttered, his fingers fastening the buttons with practiced precision. "But you’re determined to push this conversation to its breaking point."

You crossed your arms, your lips pressing into a thin line. "You’re determined to ignore what I want."

Frank scoffed, his hooked nose flaring slightly as he adjusted his collar. "Bloody hell, woman," he growled, his baritone voice edged with irritation. "You think this is easy for me? You think I don’t lie awake at night wondering if I’m being selfish, if I’m making the right decision?"

You took a step closer, refusing to let him dismiss you. "Then why won’t you reconsider?" you demanded. "Frank, you gave your ex-wife two children. Why is it so impossible to give me just one?"

Frank stopped buttoning his jacket, his hazel eyes locking onto yours with a sharp intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. "Because I refuse to do it half-heartedly," he said, his voice quieter now, but no less firm. "And I know myself, love. I know my limits. I have spent my life commanding men, making decisions that weigh on me every damn day. I don’t have the energy to raise another child."

You swallowed, your chest tightening at the finality in his tone. "Then what does that mean for us?" you whispered, your voice trembling.

Frank sighed, running a hand through his white hair before gripping the back of his chair tightly. "It means I love you, but I won’t be bullied into this," he said, his voice firm but not unkind. "And if you can’t accept that, then maybe we need to have a much harder conversation."

Your breath hitched, and for the first time in this argument, fear crept into your heart. You had pushed him, but you never thought he’d suggest—no, he wouldn’t. Frank wasn’t the kind of man to walk away. Was he?

Frank watched the flicker of uncertainty cross your face, his hazel eyes softening for a moment before he sighed again, rubbing his forehead. "I don’t want to fight with you," he muttered, his voice rough with frustration and exhaustion. "I don’t want to go to work with this hanging over my head."

"Then don’t go," you blurted before you could stop yourself.

Frank let out a humorless chuckle, shaking his head. "You know I don’t have that luxury," he murmured, fastening the last button of his jacket before grabbing his cap. He hesitated for a moment, his expression unreadable, before stepping toward you.

His large, chubby hands cupped your face, his thumbs brushing over your cheekbones as he studied you. His hazel eyes, usually so controlled, held something else now—something troubled, conflicted.

"You are my entire bloody world," he murmured, his baritone voice lower now, softer. "But if this becomes the thing that drives a wedge between us, I don’t know if I can—" He cut himself off, inhaling deeply before shaking his head. "I just don’t know."

Your chest tightened, and you reached up, gripping his wrists as you stared up at him. "I love you, Frank," you whispered. "But this matters to me."

Frank exhaled, pressing a firm kiss to your forehead before pulling back, his hands dropping away. "I know," he muttered, stepping toward the door. "And that’s what scares me."

And with that, he turned and walked out, leaving his half-eaten breakfast on the table and a heavy silence in his wake.

Frank leaned back in his chair, the dim glow of the television illuminating his features in the darkened living room. His hazel eyes were fixed on the screen, but his focus wavered. The football match played on, the commentators’ voices droning in the background, yet his mind was elsewhere.

His grip tightened around the bottle of beer in his hand as he took another slow sip, the cool liquid doing little to ease the frustration coiling in his chest. You had been distant ever since that morning—the morning he had put his foot down. No children. No discussion. That was supposed to be the end of it.

And yet, it wasn’t.

You still went about your days, still smiled and spoke to him, but something had changed. The way you no longer curled up on his lap while he watched the game. The way you no longer idly played with the hem of his shirt when you got bored. The way you no longer clung to him when you fell asleep, like you always did before. It was subtle, but Frank noticed. He noticed everything.

He sighed heavily, rolling the cold glass bottle against his forehead in an attempt to cool his thoughts. This is ridiculous, Benson. You’re a goddamn Lieutenant General. You don’t question your decisions. You make a call and stick with it.

And yet, the image in his mind wouldn’t leave.

You, round and full, your belly stretched with his child. Your body softer, your breasts swollen with milk, preparing to nourish the life you both created. The thought was disturbingly enticing, so much so that he had to force himself to shake it off.

Frank scowled, his military discipline battling against the temptation. He knew the reality of pregnancy—the exhaustion, the swollen feet, the mood swings. He had dealt with it before. He had held his ex-wife’s hair back when she vomited in the mornings, listened to her cry over things that made no damn sense, driven out in the middle of the night to get whatever ridiculous food she suddenly craved. It was chaos. Unpredictable. And Frank despised anything that disrupted order.

But then… there was the other side of it.

The first flutter of tiny kicks against a palm pressed to soft skin. The warmth of a newborn curled against his chest, fragile and helpless but utterly his. The way a child would reach for him instinctively, knowing he was their protector, their safe place. He could still remember the weight of his son in his arms for the first time, the small fingers curling around his own.

Christ.

Frank took another sip of beer, his jaw tightening as he forced himself to think of the negatives. The sleepless nights. The crying. The endless responsibility. He had done his time as a father. He had raised two children already. He wasn’t about to start over again when he was this old.

And yet…

His hazel eyes flickered toward the hallway, where he knew you were, likely in bed, probably curled up alone, thinking about the same damn thing.

Frank exhaled sharply, setting his beer down with a dull thunk. This silence between you had gone on long enough. He was not a man who tolerated insubordination, not in the field, and certainly not in his own home. You had challenged his authority, and while he had made his decision, he hated the distance it had created.

His patience had run out.

Pushing himself up from the chair, he ran a hand through his white hair before striding toward the bedroom, his steps slow and deliberate. His presence was commanding, even in the quiet of the house. When he reached the door, he didn’t knock. He never knocked. Instead, he pushed it open, his broad frame filling the doorway as he looked at you.

You were curled up under the blankets, your back to him. Stubborn.

Frank narrowed his eyes. Enough of this.

Without a word, he walked over to the bed and sat down beside you. The mattress dipped under his weight, but you didn’t move, refusing to acknowledge him. That irritated him more than it should have.

His hand found your hip, his grip firm, possessive. “Are we going to talk about this?” His baritone voice was low, controlled, but there was an edge to it—a warning.

You remained silent for a moment before finally exhaling, your voice barely above a whisper. “There’s nothing to talk about. You made your decision.”

Frank clenched his jaw. He hated that tone. Hated that you sounded defeated. He was used to you pushing back, fighting for what you wanted, not shutting down like this.

He leaned down, his hooked nose brushing against your shoulder as he spoke again, his voice dropping into that dangerously soft register. “That’s not how this works, love. You don’t get to shut me out.”

You swallowed, but still, you didn’t turn to face him.

Frank sighed, his fingers tightening slightly on your hip. “Look at me.” It wasn’t a request.

Slowly, you rolled onto your back, finally meeting his gaze. Your eyes were sad, filled with unspoken words that twisted something inside him.

Frank studied you for a long moment before he exhaled deeply. “You think I don’t want this?” he muttered, more to himself than to you. He shook his head. “Bloody hell, woman. You have no idea how much I’ve thought about it.”

Your eyes widened slightly, and for the first time in days, he saw a flicker of hope there. “Then why won’t you—”

“Because I know what it takes.” His voice was firm, unwavering. “And I don’t know if I have it in me to do it again.”

Silence stretched between you, heavy and suffocating.

Frank sighed, watching as you softly nodded and turned away from him. He didn’t push you any further. There was nothing left to say tonight. Instead, he exhaled deeply, running a hand through his white hair before pulling back the blankets and sliding in beside you. His body was warm, his presence familiar, but there was a new distance between you—one he wasn’t sure how to bridge.

For a long time, he lay there in silence, staring at the ceiling, listening to the slow rhythm of your breathing. Eventually, sleep took him too.

Frank woke up to the soft sounds of movement downstairs. You were already up. The faint clinking of dishes and the low hum of the kettle told him you were making breakfast. He considered getting up immediately, but the warmth of the bed, the quiet solitude of the early morning, tempted him to linger a little longer.

He shifted under the blankets, stretching slightly—and then he felt it.

His cock was hard. That wasn’t unusual. It happened every damn morning. But what was unusual was the way his body reacted when he thought about you. About the way you’d been avoiding him. About how long it had been since he had touched you.

Frank let out a slow breath, his large hand sliding down to palm himself through his underwear. He squeezed, just for a moment, testing his own sensitivity. Christ. He was aching. He gritted his teeth, fighting the familiar urge to take care of it himself.

He wasn’t the kind of man who begged.

But fuck, it had been too long.

Shaking off the thought, he sighed and pulled his hand away. He wasn’t a desperate teenager. He had control. Always had.

Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, he sat up, rubbing a hand over his face. His white hair was slightly disheveled, his hazel eyes still clouded with sleep. He reached for the drawer beside him, pulling it open in search of a fresh pair of boxers—

And then his hand froze.

Tucked in the back of the drawer, almost hidden beneath a few of your belongings, was something small, discreet… unmistakable.

Your vibrator.

Frank picked it up, turning it over in his fingers, his jaw tightening as something dark and possessive stirred in his gut.

So this was what you’d been doing when he wasn’t around.

A muscle in his jaw twitched. He could picture it too easily. You, alone in bed, your legs spread wide, this little thing buzzing between your thighs, trying to give yourself the pleasure he used to give you.

The image sent a sharp pulse of heat straight to his cock.

Frank exhaled through his nose, rolling the toy between his fingers. His voice, low and gruff in the quiet of the morning, escaped him before he even realized he was speaking aloud.

"That what you’ve been using, love?"

He smirked slightly, despite himself. His baritone voice took on a darker, teasing edge. "Lying here, thinking about me, pressing this between those pretty thighs, hoping it’ll do the job?"

Frank turned the toy on, the soft hum filling the quiet bedroom. He watched it vibrate in his palm, his hazel eyes dark with curiosity. He had never really paid attention to the damn thing before, but now, holding it like this, picturing how you used it—how you spread yourself open, how you must have bitten your lip, muffling your moans as you played with it—made something hot and possessive coil in his gut.

His cock twitched, aching against the fabric of his underwear. Fuck. He was already hard as a rock, and now this?

Frank cast a glance at the door, making sure you were still downstairs. The faint sounds of dishes clinking in the kitchen told him you were occupied.

Good.

His grip tightened around the toy, his breath slow and measured as he pressed the tip of it against his length through the thin fabric of his underwear.

The vibration sent a jolt of pleasure straight through him.

"Christ," Frank muttered under his breath, his baritone voice rough with surprise. His hips twitched instinctively, pushing up into the sensation. He hadn’t expected it to feel this good—not from a damn toy.

His jaw tightened as he teased himself, dragging the buzzing tip along the thick outline of his cock. His hand trembled slightly as he spread his legs wider, giving himself more room to move. The vibrations pulsed against his aching length, sending shivers up his spine.

"That what gets you off, love?" he muttered to himself, smirking darkly. "This little thing buzzing between your legs?"

He shifted, pressing the toy more firmly against the sensitive head of his cock, still trapped in his underwear. A deep, guttural groan escaped him as his hips bucked involuntarily.

"Fuck," he hissed, biting his lip. His breath came in slow, heavy pants, his broad chest rising and falling as he fought the urge to push the fabric down and wrap his fist around himself properly.

His free hand clenched the edge of the bed, his knuckles turning white. The vibrations pulsed through him, teasing him, pushing him to the brink. It was nowhere near as good as your touch, nowhere near as good as sinking into your tight, wet heat—but fuck, it was enough to get him thinking.

Thinking about how he’d find you later.

Thinking about how he’d drag you upstairs, press you down onto the mattress, and show you exactly why this little toy would never be enough.

His breath hitched, his body tense with restraint. His cock twitched against the vibration, thick and needy, so damn close—

The moment the door creaked open, Frank tensed—his breath hitched, his entire body locking up in sheer, unfiltered shock. And then, just as his hazel eyes flicked up to meet yours, his release surged through him. A deep, guttural groan tore from his throat, his baritone voice raw with pleasure as his cock pulsed, thick ropes of cum spilling into his underwear, soaking the fabric beneath the relentless hum of the vibrator still pressed against him.

His broad chest heaved, his white hair damp with sweat as he slumped back onto the mattress, utterly spent.

And you—frozen in the doorway, your eyes wide, your face flushed a deep shade of crimson—stared in stunned silence.

“Bloody hell—” you choked out, turning on your heel so fast you nearly tripped over yourself. “I—I didn’t mean to— I’ll just give you a moment—!”

Frank groaned, still catching his breath, and let out a rough, amused chuckle. “Christ, love,” he muttered, rubbing a hand over his face before dragging it down his chest. “Don’t run off now.”

Your breath hitched at the sheer command in his voice—low, exhausted, but undeniably firm.

“I—” You swallowed hard, shifting awkwardly. “I just came to wake you for breakfast.”

Frank exhaled a slow, measured breath and propped himself up onto his elbows, his hazel eyes dark with something unreadable. His lips curled into a lazy smirk, but there was an undeniable intensity in the way he watched you. Like a predator who had just been caught in a rare moment of vulnerability but wasn’t the least bit ashamed.

He gestured lazily to himself—the thick stain spreading across the front of his underwear, the still-vibrating toy discarded beside him. “Think you already gave me a proper wake-up call.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, embarrassment scorching your skin. “Frank—”

“Come here,” he interrupted, his baritone voice rough with something between amusement and impatience.

Your stomach flipped. “I—”

“Come. Here.” His tone left no room for argument.

You hesitated but obeyed, stepping hesitantly toward the bed, your gaze flickering down to the evidence of his climax. The dark stain stretched across the fabric of his underwear, and you felt heat rush between your thighs at the sheer sight of him—disheveled, undone, his large frame sprawled across the mattress like he had been wrecked by his own damn hand.

Or rather, your toy.

“Curious, are we?” Frank teased, watching the way your gaze lingered.

You scowled, but your body betrayed you. Your breath was uneven, your fingers twitching at your sides.

Frank smirked. And then, in one swift motion, he grabbed your wrist and yanked you down onto the bed with him.

A startled gasp left your lips as you landed half on top of him, your hands splayed against his bare chest. His skin was warm, slightly damp, and his heartbeat thrummed beneath your fingertips.

“You’re insufferable,” you muttered, flustered beyond belief.

“And you’re bloody adorable when you’re flustered,” Frank shot back, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

You huffed, attempting to push yourself up, but Frank’s arms tightened around you, keeping you exactly where he wanted. His hazel eyes darkened as he took in the sight of you—cheeks flushed, lips parted, your body straddling his, so close yet so frustratingly clothed.

A slow, wicked smirk curled across his lips.

“You’re gonna get the baby you want so much,” he murmured, his baritone voice dripping with certainty.

Your heart nearly stopped.

Your breath hitched, your eyes widening in shock. “Frank—”

“Shh,” he murmured, his hooked nose grazing your jaw as he tilted his head, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “I’ve thought about it. Thought about you, round and full with my child. Thought about how you’d look carrying something that belongs to both of us.”

A strangled sound left your throat, half disbelief, half arousal. “I don’t want to force you into this—”

Frank scoffed, his large hands sliding down to grip your hips, pulling you flush against the hard bulge already pressing between your thighs. “You think I don’t want to procreate you?” His voice was thick with heat, his breath hot against your skin. “You think I haven’t pictured you swollen with my child, your body soft and ripe for me?”

Your stomach flipped violently, arousal pooling deep in your belly.

Frank smirked at your stunned silence. His fingers curled under your shirt, sliding up the curve of your waist as he continued, his voice slow and deliberate, each word dripping with sinful intent.

“Think I haven’t imagined watching your belly stretch, watching your tits get heavy and full? Christ, love, the thought of you leaking for me…” He groaned, his grip tightening as he rocked his hips up, his cock straining against his underwear.

You whimpered, heat flooding your core at the sheer filth of his words.

Frank’s lips trailed down your neck, his hooked nose grazing your pulse. “You’ll be so bloody perfect like that,” he murmured. “Made for it. Made to take my cock, made to carry my child.”

Your thighs clenched around him, and Frank chuckled darkly.

“Ah,” he hummed, his fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your pajama shorts, his knuckles brushing against the wet heat between your legs. “So you like that, do you? Like the idea of me filling you up, watching you grow round and full with my seed?”

You whined, arching against him. “Frank—”

“Say it,” he ordered, his baritone voice a deep, authoritative rumble. “Tell me you want it.”

Your breathing was ragged, your body trembling against his.

“I—I want it,” you gasped, nails digging into his chest. “I want you to put a baby in me.”

Frank growled, his eyes flashing with pure, unadulterated hunger. “That’s my good girl.”

And then, without hesitation, he flipped you onto your back, his large frame pressing you into the mattress, his hazel eyes burning with intent.

“Let’s make you a mother, then.”

Frank settled between your thighs with the slow, deliberate ease of a man who knew exactly what he was doing. His strong hands gripped your legs, parting them wider as he pressed his broad chest flush against the mattress, his hooked nose brushing the inside of your thigh.

"Christ," he murmured, his baritone voice thick with reverence as he took in the sight of you. "Already so wet for me, love." He smirked, his breath warm against your slick folds. "Desperate little thing, aren’t you?"

You whimpered, hips twitching toward him, but Frank held you steady, his chubby fingers pressing into your thighs with just enough force to keep you still. He wanted to savor this—to prepare you properly, to recover from his own release before he gave you exactly what you asked for.

"Patience," he murmured, the word edged with amusement. "We've got all morning."

Then, with agonizing slowness, he dipped his head, his lips pressing a chaste kiss against your clit. You gasped, fingers curling into the sheets, but Frank wasn’t in a rush. No, this was a damn fine way to start the day, and he intended to enjoy every second of it.

His tongue flicked out, teasing, tasting, before he latched onto you properly, sucking gently. The deep groan that rumbled in his throat sent vibrations straight through you, and your thighs clenched around his head, back arching off the bed.

"Bloody hell," Frank growled against your skin, his hazel eyes dark as he looked up at you. "So damn sweet."

His chubby fingers joined the assault, spreading you open so he could feast properly. He licked a long, slow stripe up your folds, his hooked nose pressing against you, inhaling your scent like he was a man starved.

Your moan was broken, breathless, and Frank smirked against you, his fingers digging into your hips as he held you down. "That’s it, love," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your entrance before slipping his tongue inside. "Take what I give you."

Your hands flew to his white hair, fingers tangling in the strands as you tried to grind against his face, but Frank chuckled, his grip tightening. "So needy," he mused, voice muffled against your dripping heat. "You want my cock that badly, hmm? Want me to fuck you full first thing in the morning?"

"Yes," you gasped, thighs trembling. "Please, Frank—"

"Mm," he hummed, pleased, his tongue curling inside you before he pulled back just enough to flick your clit with the tip. "Not yet."

You whined in frustration, but Frank only smirked, one thick finger teasing your entrance before sinking inside, curling just right. "I need you open for me, love," he murmured, adding a second finger, stretching you just enough to have you gasping.

He licked you again, slow and thorough, his baritone voice vibrating against your core. "Gonna be a good girl and take all of me, aren’t you?"

You nodded frantically, words failing you as his fingers moved in tandem with his tongue, his pace unrelenting.

"That’s it," Frank praised, his voice rough with hunger. "Gonna fill you up, make sure it takes." His lips wrapped around your clit again, sucking with just the right amount of pressure. "Gonna make you round with my child."

The words alone sent you spiraling, pleasure cresting in a blinding, overwhelming wave as you came apart beneath him, your cries filling the room.

Frank groaned, lapping up everything you gave him before pulling back, his mouth slick, his hazel eyes dark with hunger. He wiped his lips with the back of his hand, exhaling a deep, satisfied breath.

Frank sat back on his knees, his broad chest rising and falling with deep, measured breaths. His hazel eyes burned with something raw and insatiable as he reached down, hooking his fingers into the waistband of his soiled underwear. In one slow, deliberate motion, he pushed them down, letting his thick, heavy cock spring free. It was still slick from his earlier release, the flushed tip already leaking again at the mere sight of you beneath him.

You swallowed hard, your pulse racing as you reached for the hem of your pajama top, pulling it over your head and tossing it aside. The cool air sent a shiver through you, but Frank’s gaze—hungry, possessive—made you feel scalding hot.

His breath hitched slightly as he took in the sight of your bare breasts, the soft curves rising and falling with each uneven inhale. His large, chubby hands reached out, cupping them reverently before his fingers tightened, rolling a taut nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“Christ,” he murmured, his baritone voice thick with something primal. “So bloody perfect.”

You whimpered, arching into his touch as he leaned down, his hooked nose grazing your skin before he captured one of your nipples between his lips. His tongue was hot, wet, swirling around the sensitive peak before he sucked greedily, groaning at the way you gasped beneath him.

His other hand trailed down, his fingers sliding over your thigh before gripping just above your knee. He lifted your leg, adjusting his position, spreading you open wider for him. His cock brushed against your slick heat, the thick head teasing your entrance, and you shuddered at the contact.

Frank released your nipple with a wet pop, his breath coming out in ragged pants as he dragged his cock along your folds, coating himself in your arousal. “Good thing you’re so bloody flexible,” he muttered, smirking as he pushed your leg up further, angling himself just right.

And then, with one slow, deliberate thrust, he pushed inside you.

A sharp gasp tore from your lips as he stretched you, filling you inch by inch. Frank groaned, his head dropping forward, his white hair falling into his face as he sank deeper. “Fuck,” he hissed, his baritone voice shaking slightly. “So bloody tight.”

Your fingers curled around his biceps, nails digging into the firm muscle as he bottomed out, his cock buried to the hilt. His breath was hot against your skin, his broad chest pressing into yours as he let you adjust, savoring the way your walls clenched around him.

“Christ, love,” he growled, pulling back slightly before thrusting in again, slower this time, savoring every inch of you. “You feel—” His jaw clenched as he pushed deeper, angling himself just right. “Like you were made for me.”

You whimpered, your body arching, desperate for more. “Frank—”

He smirked at the way you gasped his name, his grip on your leg tightening as he rolled his hips, hitting that perfect spot that sent white-hot pleasure racing through you.

“There it is,” he murmured, watching the way your eyes fluttered shut, your lips parting in a silent moan. “That’s what I want, love. Want to see you unravel beneath me.”

His thrusts quickened, his cock slamming into you at just the right angle, your leg pressed high against his chest. The stretch was intense, the pleasure overwhelming, and Frank knew exactly what he was doing.

“You wanted a baby, didn’t you?” he growled, his hazel eyes locked onto yours, watching every reaction, every gasp. “Wanted me to fill you up, fuck my brat into you?”

You moaned helplessly, nodding, too lost in the sensation to form words.

And you? You had stopped taking your contraceptives without a second thought.

Frank’s smirk deepened, his dominance unwavering. “Then take it,” he snarled, thrusting harder, deeper. “Take every bloody drop.”

The past month had been a blur of heat, sweat, and whispered promises in the dark. Frank had been insatiable—more than usual. The man already had an insurmountable appetite for you, but ever since he’d muttered those fateful words—"Let’s make you a mother"—he had been relentless.

It hadn't been much of a surprise when the first signs of pregnancy appeared—the exhaustion, the heightened sensitivity, the constant flutter in your lower belly. You had taken the test early that morning, standing in the dim light of the bathroom, your hands trembling slightly as you stared at the little stick.

Positive.

Your heart had clenched, a rush of emotions flooding you all at once. You were pregnant.

With Frank’s baby.

A part of him. A part of you.

You had pressed a hand to your still-flat stomach, a quiet smile tugging at your lips. He didn’t know yet. But you were determined to make sure he found out in the best possible way.

Frank was due home soon, and you had prepared everything meticulously. The dining table was set, bathed in the warm glow of candlelight. A bottle of his favorite whiskey sat next to a glass, waiting for him. And in the center of the table was a small, wrapped box—inside it, the positive pregnancy test, neatly nestled between a tiny onesie that read, Daddy’s Little Soldier.

Your heart pounded as you smoothed down your dress, glancing at the clock. Any moment now.

And then, right on time, the front door creaked open.

Frank stepped inside, shaking off his military jacket as he muttered something about "bloody politics" and "incompetent bureaucrats." His white hair was slightly tousled, his hooked nose flaring as he let out a tired sigh.

Then, his hazel eyes landed on you.

He stopped.

The irritation in his face melted away almost instantly as he took in the scene—the candles, the dinner, the whiskey. His sharp gaze flickered back to you, brows raising slightly. “What’s this?” His baritone voice was low, cautious, amused.

You smiled, stepping forward to take his jacket from his hands. “I thought I’d surprise you,” you murmured, pressing a lingering kiss to his cheek.

Frank hummed, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Now, what have I done to deserve this?” His fingers grazed your waist, his grip firm, possessive, as he pulled you against him. His scent—whiskey, musk, and something distinctly him—washed over you. “Have I been an especially good boy?”

You rolled your eyes at his teasing, but your stomach fluttered all the same. “You’ll see soon enough,” you replied, nudging him toward the table. “Sit.”

Frank gave you a long, assessing look but obeyed, settling into his chair with a heavy sigh. His chubby fingers reached for the whiskey, pouring himself a glass as his hazel eyes flickered toward the small wrapped box in the center of the table.

His gaze sharpened.

You swallowed, nerves creeping up your spine. “Open it.”

Frank set his glass down, his fingers moving with practiced precision as he untied the ribbon and lifted the lid. The moment his eyes landed on the onesie, he stilled.

Silence.

Then, slowly, he picked up the tiny garment, his rough, calloused fingers brushing over the words Daddy’s Little Soldier.

Your heart pounded. “Frank—”

But he wasn’t looking at the onesie anymore. His eyes had drifted to the object beneath it.

The pregnancy test.

Frank’s fingers curled around it, his hazel eyes darkening as he processed what he was seeing. The lines were unmistakable.

Positive.

For the first time since you’d known him, Frank Benson was speechless.

Your chest tightened. “Say something,” you whispered.

Frank exhaled sharply, his grip tightening around the test as he looked up at you. His expression was unreadable—shock, disbelief, something else you couldn’t quite place.

“You’re pregnant?” His voice was rough, almost hesitant.

You nodded. “Yes.”

His lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but nothing came out. He just stared at you, his hazel eyes searching yours, his hooked nose flaring with each deep inhale.

Then, finally, after what felt like an eternity, he let out a deep, shuddering breath.

“Bloody hell,” he murmured.

You bit your lip, your stomach twisting in uncertainty. “Are you—are you happy?”

Frank blinked.

And then, to your absolute shock, he let out a low, breathless laugh.

A real, genuine laugh.

He shook his head, running a hand down his face before looking back at you, his expression somewhere between exasperation and utter, undeniable joy. “Christ, woman,” he muttered, his baritone voice rough. “Of course, I’m happy.”

Before you could even react, he was out of his chair, closing the distance between you in two strides. His large hands cupped your face, his lips crashing against yours in a kiss that was searing, desperate, filled with something you couldn’t quite name.

Possession.

Gratitude.

Love.

When he pulled back, his hooked nose brushed against yours, his breath warm and heavy. “You’re carrying my child,” he murmured, his voice raw with emotion.

You nodded, your throat tight.

Frank let out a slow exhale, his chubby fingers trailing down your body before settling on your stomach. His touch was uncharacteristically gentle, reverent. “My baby,” he muttered, almost to himself. “Our baby.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, your hands covering his. “Yes.”

Frank was quiet for a long moment, just staring at your stomach as if he could already see the life growing inside of you. Then, his grip tightened.

“I’m going to take care of you,” he said, his voice low, commanding, filled with absolute certainty. “Of both of you.”

Your heart clenched.

He lifted his gaze back to yours, his hazel eyes burning with intensity. “No arguments, love. You’re mine. And now, so is this little one.”

A shaky laugh escaped you. “I wouldn’t dream of arguing.”

Frank smirked. “Good girl.”

Then, with a satisfied hum, he pressed another kiss to your lips before dropping to his knees, his broad hands settling on your hips as he nuzzled against your stomach.

And in the dim glow of candlelight, with his baritone voice murmuring soft words against your skin, you realized—this was it.

This was everything.

[chelseaknoo]

25 days with Eminem

Eminem x reader

Day 23

The air was crisp, filled with the scent of pine and the faint sweetness of hot cocoa from nearby stands. You and the family bundled up in your warmest coats, Jackie snugly wrapped in his tiny puffer jacket and a knitted hat that made him look like a tiny elf. His chubby cheeks were rosy from the cold, and he babbled happily as you adjusted him in his stroller.

“Why are we doing this again?” Marshall grumbled, shoving his gloved hands into his coat pockets.

“Because it’s festive,” you replied, shooting him a playful glare. “And because the kids need something to do other than argue over TikTok trends.”

“We don’t argue over TikTok!” Hailie shot back, clearly offended.

“Yes, you do,” Stevie said with a smirk.

“No, we don’t!” Alaina added, quickly taking Hailie’s side.

“See?” you said, gesturing at them. “Exhibit A.”

Marshall snorted, shaking his head. “Alright, let’s get this over with before my toes freeze off.”

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The town square was packed with families and couples, all gathered around the giant tree that stood in the center. It was wrapped in strings of lights that hadn’t been turned on yet, and a stage nearby hosted a live band playing cheerful holiday tunes. Vendors were selling roasted chestnuts, candy canes, and steaming cups of cider.

“Oh, I’m getting one of those,” Stevie said, pointing to a stand selling giant pretzels.

“Me too,” Alaina chimed in.

“Guys, we’re here for the tree, not the snacks,” you reminded them.

“But snacks are part of the experience,” Hailie said, grinning as she handed you Jackie’s diaper bag. “Hold this while I go get one too.”

You sighed as the three of them dashed off toward the stand, leaving you and Marshall alone for a moment.

“Typical,” Marshall muttered.

“You’re not any better,” you teased. “I saw you eyeing that hot dog cart.”

He shrugged. “I’m a simple man with simple needs.”

---

The kids eventually returned, loaded up with pretzels and cups of hot cocoa. Jackie reached out from his stroller, clearly interested in what they were holding.

“Can I give him a piece?” Hailie asked, holding up a small chunk of pretzel.

“Only if it’s tiny,” you said, watching as she broke off the smallest piece imaginable and handed it to him. Jackie squealed with delight, chewing it with his two little teeth.

“Dude’s living his best life,” Marshall said, watching Jackie with a rare soft smile.

The band announced that the tree lighting would happen in five minutes, and everyone started crowding closer to get a better view. Marshall groaned as a group of teenagers shoved past him, nearly spilling their hot chocolates.

“Do people not have manners anymore?” he grumbled.

“Welcome to the 21st century,” you replied, laughing.

---

As the countdown began, the energy in the square was electric. Jackie clapped his tiny hands, mimicking the cheers around him, while the kids chanted along with the crowd.

“Three… two… one!”

The tree lit up in a dazzling display of multicolored lights, and everyone erupted into applause. Jackie’s eyes widened, and he let out a loud giggle, pointing at the tree with both hands.

“Look at him,” Marshall said, leaning down to ruffle Jackie’s hat. “Kid’s loving it.”

“You’re loving it too,” you teased.

He gave you a half-smile. “Maybe a little.”

---

The family took a walk around the square after the lighting, stopping to admire the decorations and the ice sculpture of Santa Claus. The kids were laughing and chatting, and even Marshall seemed to be enjoying himself, despite his earlier grumbling.

At one point, Jackie got fussy, so you picked him up from the stroller and cradled him in your arms. He immediately calmed down, resting his head on your shoulder.

“Told you I’m the favorite,” you said smugly to Marshall.

“Yeah, yeah,” he replied, though he couldn’t hide the affectionate look on his face.

“Alright,” Hailie said, coming up beside you. “Can we take a family selfie in front of the tree before we go?”

“Do we have to?” Marshall asked, already dreading it.

“Yes!” the kids said in unison.

“Fine,” he relented, pulling out his phone. “But if my face ends up on some weird Christmas meme, I’m blaming all of you.”

As everyone huddled together in front of the dazzling Christmas tree, Marshall held his phone out, trying to angle it for the perfect selfie.

“Everyone smile,” he said, his voice laced with mock irritation. “And no bunny ears, Stevie. I’m serious.”

Stevie grinned mischievously but kept her hands to herself. Hailie leaned in close to Jackie, who was perched on your hip, babbling away as if he were trying to direct the photo. Alaina was on your other side, holding a steaming cup of hot cocoa.

“Alright, ready?” Marshall asked. “Three, two—"

Before he hit the shutter, Marshall turned to you with a mischievous glint in his eye. Without warning, he leaned in and stole a kiss, his lips pressing against yours softly but confidently.

“Marshall!” you laughed, pulling back slightly as the kids erupted into groans and laughter.

“Dad!” Hailie exclaimed, rolling her eyes dramatically. “We’re taking a picture, not a rom-com scene.”

“Couldn’t help myself,” Marshall said with a smirk, shrugging as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Jackie squealed, smacking his tiny hands together, clearly delighted by the sudden burst of affection.

“Great, now Jackie’s rooting for him,” Stevie teased.

“Okay, okay,” Alaina said, shaking her head but smiling. “Can we actually take the picture now?”

“Fine, but I make no promises,” Marshall quipped, still grinning as he adjusted the phone again.

“Marshall, behave,” you said, giving him a playful nudge.

“I’m always behaving,” he replied, his tone light and teasing. “You’re the one distracting me.”

The family finally managed to get the picture, though there were still a few blurry outtakes from the chaos. In the end, it didn’t matter; the laughter and warmth captured in the photo were worth every bit of trouble.

[dazed--xx]

💘When Hearts Collide💘

Member: Non-Idol! Hyunjin x Reader

Word count: 9.9k +fake texts

T/W: angst, mentions of puberty, stereotypes of male and female friendships, teasing (friendly), Underage drinking (PLEASE BE CAREFUL wont say don't do it in my culture its pretty accepted if its a sip or two), jealousy, mutual pining, suggestive behavior but no smut (Theyre minors...like ill imply or mention that they've had sex or not cause their age range is 16-17 years old which is over the age of consent if its with another minor in the same age range but as a 26 year old I wont be writing teenagers having sex just seems odd to me), mentions of suicide but like in a joking way, arguing, Jungkook is legit voice of reason character. anything else that could potentially be a trigger.

A/N: wow i actually like loved this story and I was such a bitch about it. man the "groups chats" gonna love this one.....lol but nah fr I really appreciate the requester for this. i legit wrote it every chance I got these past few days so I hope you enjoy it. Also I might do another one from Li-Rin’s perspective cause it might be really cool and good too do

Can men and women be just friends?

Y/N thought so, for many years, she held her best friend Hwang Hyunjin close to her heart. Seeing him as more of a chaotic twin brother than a romantic partner. They had met at the tender age of 5 years old in kindergarten. She could remember it like it was yesterday when he extended the half-eaten candy bar to her as she wailed about not having a snack. His bright doe-eyed smile as he helped her wipe her tears. The soft pat on her back as she nibbled on the candy. She hadn't realized how this small interaction would develop into the most important friendship of her life.

Y/N will admit, unlike the other girls, she hadn't noticed Hyunjin was a guy until her second year of high school. While plenty of girls in middle school would fawn over him, she never really saw the appeal they had when it came to her best friend. This was the boy she saw cry for hours when his favorite anime was cancelled and he screamed like a final girl when he was tossed into her pool by her older brother. He was the kid she spent her summer nights in a tent collecting fireflies and telling ghost stories with. She saw him throw up on Choi Soojin when they kissed at a birthday party in 6th grade, and cry like a girl when Kim Mina broke up with him to date his friend in 7th.

How could she ever see him as a man?

She would have sworn that she never could if he didn't disappear the summer between the first and second year of highschool. Dance camp was what he had told her when he finally could answer her calls. His voice was deeper than it normally was and Y/N shrugged it off, not bothering to think much of the explanation until she saw him. That's when she realized it wasn't only his voice that could change when he hit puberty. Though she had developed before she started high school, she forgot the changes that came with puberty. No longer did her best friend have a chubby-cheeked baby face, his features were much more defined. Y/N wasn't sure how to handle the way her heart raced when he smiled at her. The way he ruffled her hair before wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her into a tight hug.

Y/N felt her cheeks heat up as her breath hitched in her throat. She hugged him back after a moment, before quickly trying to pull away from him. Her eyes avoided his as she continued to rack her brain for some kind of explanation as to why she had felt that way toward her best friend. While she had, had a boyfriend before, he never made her heart flutter like that. She was surprised when she felt Hyunjin's grasp on her waist tighten as he inhaled burying his face in her neck. "Where are you going? I missed you a lot, let me hold you for a second" He whined. She knew her face was a bright scarlet at his words. How could it not be? Her heart was pounding against her chest. "I-I missed you too but I don't want to be late..." She stammered shyly as she went to pull away from him again, this time turning away from him and he kept his arms wrapped around her waist letting his chin rest on her shoulder.

A pout sits on his lips as he stares at her "When did class become more important than me?"

"Will you be able to make my mother not be on my ass about college?" Y/N questioned as she raised her eyebrows as she tried to pry his arms from around her waist. "Stop treating me like a creep let me hug you I haven't been able to annoy you for almost three months" He groans. Y/N shakes her head as she palms herself at his words.

"You are a creep if you hold on to a girl without her consent"

"You're a girl?" Hyunjin asks in disbelief his hands resting on her waist as his eyes travel from her face down her neck, his teeth involuntarily taking his bottom lip as his eyes linger on her chest and hips for a moment. Y/N rolls her eyes at his words not noticing his wandering eye. "I can remind you if you'd like..." She teases playfully. Hyunjin's eyebrow raises in amusement for a moment before he shakes his head to himself before letting her go.

"How's that?" He whispered in her ear. He pressed his chest against her back, and Y/N turned her head to face him. She bats her eyes at him flirtatiously. "Wouldn't you like to know?" She teased as she scrunched her nose at him and walked toward the entrance to the school. Their sophomore year continued with flirty touches and whispers filled with unofficial infatuation. But they were still just friends and nothing more in Y/N's eyes. Nothing too different than normal teasing between best friends, they didn't really mean anything by it.

Right?

The summer proved to be confusing.

While she spent her days either with Hyunjin or at her part-time job, she found her eye wandering in her best friend's direction more and more. She found herself more excited to be at work than hanging out with Hyunjin the more summer went on. The close proximity she and Hyunjin typically kept when they hung out seemed to become overwhelming for her for some reason. Her friend, Li-Rin, swore she was developing a crush on him. Y/N could remember vividly how adamantly she denied the claim.

How could she have a crush on Hyunjin? It's Hyunjin...She never thought she would see him that way, and how could she? They've always been closer to siblings, so much so that their birthdays were separated by only a day. She never once thought that she would feel her heart flutter when he smiled at her. Nor had she expected her cheeks to turn a bright crimson every time he leaned in close to watch a video on her phone or when their finger brushed as she handed him something. She hated it honestly, how could she be one of those girls. She needed time away and felt picking up more hours at work would help her clear her mind and figure out how she felt about him. Spending that time away was helpful but she couldn't avoid him when she got out of work. He was practically part of the family, due to his living at the sharehouse her parents rented out to her and her friends. Her parents adored him and always invited him to holidays.

Y/N thought the party Li-Rin invited her to would finally be her escape. A way for her to get away from Hyunjin and her confusing feelings for him and clear her mind. Maybe even meet a cute boy in the process. But the moment she saw that familiar onyx mop of hair and lanky build with a petite brunette on his arm, she felt her comfort completely extinguish.

How could he be everywhere? she wondered as she made a beeline for the kitchen to indulge. The cluster of colorful glass bottles that sat beside the sodas drew her attention as she reached for a clear bottle with a red seal around the top. "Vodka....You sure that's a good idea?" An unfamiliar male voice questions from behind her. She groans in frustration as she turns to the person "Is that really your--" Her words are trapped in her throat as her eyes meet his. He's almost like a work of art and you weren't talking about the tattoos that littered his right arm.

He chuckles with a smirk as he raises his eyebrow in amusement. "Wow...You're actually speechless. I've never had this happen to me before" He comments. She shakes her head pulling herself out of her trance as she grabs a red solo cup, "I-I was caught off guard..." Y/N murmured twisting the cap off the clear bottle. The guy stares at her worriedly as she pours a large amount of vodka into the cup filling it almost halfway showing her inexperience. "Woah.. that's probably not a good idea" He warns as he tries to grab the cup from her.

Y/N's movements are faster than his as she quickly tries to drink the whole thing but the moment the stinging liquid hits her throat she feels herself gag. "Yup. That was probably a bad idea...." The stranger nods as she coughs at the burning sensation in her throat. She felt the stranger pat her back, comfortingly as she coughed up her lung. "I'm Jungkook by the way" He states sarcastically "You know? Since I have to take care of you now" his lips curl into a flirty smirk. Y/N groaned at his words "Nah, I'll be okay.." His eyes widen for a moment as she goes to walk away from him and embarrassment fills her gut. The lack of experience with alcohol made her body tingle with warmth, the room felt wavy. "W-wait!" Jungkook calls as he grasps her wrist. She stares at his hand as if it was a foreign object and he pulls his hand away.

"Sorry, but you just took a lot of alcohol to the head...you should probably sit down." He states as he lifts his hands in surrender. You stare at him with nervous curiosity. "No funny business and I'll just help you to the couch." He states calmly.

"Why?" She questioned nervously.

"You looked like you didn't know what you were doing when you were trying to get something to drink. I mean you clearly didn't even know that even for a heavyweight that was way too much to drink all at once.." He confesses.

"So what? You're some knight in shining armor or something?"

He chuckles at your words. "Nothing like that. Just want to make sure a pretty girl doesn't get taken advantage of or hurt herself because she didn't have someone to help her learn how to drink" Y/N smiles kindly at him as she accepts his offer.

Maybe she could get over Hyunjin...

It had been a little over an hour and Jungkook being the nice guy he was, he didn’t leave Y/N’s side.

The room no longer spun as she and Jungkook talked about everything and nothing at all. Y/N regretted not being a couple of years older, losing any chance to get with him when she told him her age, and as much as she wanted to forget about him; Hyunjin and his little friend wouldn't leave her mind. What were they doing? She wondered. Who was she? His new girlfriend?

Jungkook playfully taps the rim of his cup on her forehead. "You still in there?" He questions with a chuckle. Y/N smiled as she rolled her eyes at him. "I'm sober now, you know?" She replied brushing over her spacing out. Jungkook raises his eyebrow in amusement "Really? Wanna take a couple tests to prove it?" Jungkook questions with a smirk as he rests his arm across the back of the couch adjusting himself to face her. His free hand reaches out for her chin taking it between his forefinger and thumb as he examines her features. Y/N gives him a look saying 'Are you serious?'

Jungkook nods at her, smiles, and brings his hand down as he notices her relaxed state. "Not completely sober but tipsy, so that's better than before," he says calmly. Y/N was about to say something when someone sat between her and Jungkook. Y/N's eyes widen as she recognizes her best friend, who sloppily leans on her shoulder.

"Baby..." Hyunjin whined as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Y/N sighs as she's greeted by the strong scent of liquor. "Hey, Jinnie..." she coos soothingly. Hyunjin's face lights up as she rubs his back. She gives Jungkook an apologetic look and he gives her a reassuring smile as he lifts his beer toward her before taking a sip. Y/N giggles at his gesture and Hyunjin looks between the pair. His eyes burned holes into Y/N's cheek. "Who's he?" Hyunjin slurs before leaning into Jungkook's face "Who are you?" he questions, a hint of bitterness in his tone. Y/N grabs Hyunjin's sleeve tugging him out of Jungkook's face.

"Sorry, Jungkook oppa...This drunkard is my best friend" Y/N apologizes as she gives Hyunjin a warning look, who stares back at her with a look of disgust as he feels jealousy filling his stomach. "Oppa? Since when have you known each other?" He questions, his tone laced with annoyance. Jungkook answered him this time, "Met Y/N earlier tonight, She was....experimenting and it backfired" He chuckles.

"Was I talking to you?" Hyunjin questions as he gives Jungkook an annoyed look. Jungkook's eyebrows raise in amusement "You're talking about me and in my vicinity, Best Friend Hyunjin" Jungkook's tone is playful and sarcastic as he begins to find amusement in Hyunjin's reactions seeing how red his face turns. Hyunjin scowls at Jungkook as he goes to stand up before Y/N grabs the sleeve of his hoodie.

"Sit." She grits. Hyunjin gives her a look of disbelief, his mouth hanging open partially. "But bab--" Y/N holds her hand up, cutting off his words. "No, apologize...he's our sunbae and he helped me out a lot tonight" Y/N explains. "You're drunk, Jinnie..." She gives him a look of concern as she caresses his cheek lovingly. Hyunjin leans into her touch for a moment before nodding, with a guilty pout. He turns to Jungkook, bowing politely "I'm sorry, I-I've been drinking and I was rude..." He mutters reluctantly. Jungkook gives him a reassuring smile "Don't worry about it, I've done way worse"

"You want me to bring you home, Jinnie?" Y/N asks worriedly as Hyunjin reaches for her hand, taking it into his as he leans on her shoulder and begins to play with her fingers, trying to stop the room from spinning. So cute...Y/N thinks as he pouts as he tries to snuggle into her. "Come on, Let me bring you home." She coos as she stands up. Jungkook helps lift Hyunjin off the couch and escorts him outside. "Y/N, you aren't driving right?" Jungkook questions worriedly. She shakes her head, "No, thank god our share-house is only a 5-minute walk so I didn't drive." She states as the crisp autumn air kisses her skin. Jungkook sighs in relief "You need me to help get him there?"

"No, trust me I'll be fine"

Jungkook doesn't protest as he leans Hyunjin back against her and she lifts his arm over her shoulder. Hyunjin immediately wraps one of his arms around her waist pressing his chest against her back, his other arm wraps around her shoulders and he nuzzles his nose against her temple. "Hmmmnnn..." He sighs "So pretty...."

"Thanks, Jinnie but lets get home, 'kay?"

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming?" Hyunjin questions as he continues to cling to her; making their walk a lot harder than it needed to be. Y/N shakes her head "I don't have to report to you, but I also didn't even know I was coming until I just did" She shrugs.

"I would have come with you. we could've had f-fun together though baby...I wouldn't--i wouldn't feel so worried...right now" He slurs as he tightens his grip on her waist. Y/N raises her eyebrow "Worried? Why?" Hyunjin just shakes his head "You don't get it... you won't understand..." He whines his voice cracking as he rests his head against the back of hers.

"When don't i understand you?"

"Always! you always ignore everything I'm trying to do and think I do things for stupid reasons like because I'm your best friend!" Hyunjin shouts. Y/N feels surprised at his declaration as she tries to hold onto his arm. "What are you talking about?" She questions as she feels him rest his chin on the top of her head. "hey! I'm not your crutch stop, you're heavy" Hyunjin ignores her as he stops their movements hugging her tight.

"Why did you have to be with that guy? Why not me?"

"Jinnie, what are you talking about?"

"That guy! Why were you with him? How long have you known him? Is he your boyfriend now? He's not, right?" Hyunjin slurs his voice full of worry as his grasp on her tightens. Y/N shakes her head "No? I just met him, I drank too much and he helped me sober up. Besides Jungkook oppa isn't interested in a minor, he's 5 years older than us" She retorts. Hyunjin lets out a sigh of relief as he loosens his grip on her and leans in kissing her temple. "Good...you should be mine. Not anyone else's" He mumbles into the kiss.

"God, how much did you have to drink?" Y/N questions. "Not a lot in the beginning..." Hyunjin slurs and Y/N raises her eyebrow, turning her head so she can face him. Her cheeks heat up as the corners of their lips touch and she pulls away slightly.

"And after the beginning?" She asks her voice laced with concern.

Hyunjin hangs his head "I was gonna pace myself, I know I should b-but--why were you with him?" He asks again cutting off his own explanation due to his intoxication. Y/N felt unease settle in her stomach and a subtle sense of guilt. "I just told your drunk ass that I drank too much earlier...Thank god I'm sober enough for this right now" Y/N groans as she tries to get Hyunjin to continue walking but he stands his ground and holds her in place. "Why were you all over him then?" He questions, pain and jealousy laced in his tone.

"I was drunk...you're all over me right?"

"I could be..."

"You are...." Y/N rolls her eyes at his ignorance. "No...not the way I wanna be...can I show you?" He whispers as he presses himself against her. Y/N goes to turn to look at him to scold him, his hand moves from her waist to her cheek as he leans in and presses his soft lips against hers. Y/N's eyes widen as she freezes, Hyunjin's eyes flutter closed as he groans against her lips. She hesitantly responds to his kiss, letting her lips move against his for a moment. She felt her heart swell as he kissed her deeper his tongue brushing over the entrance to her mouth. Y/N goes to pull away, her sobriety making everything seem way too overwhelming.

"No.." Hyunjin whines as his lips chase hers and he turns her around so she is facing him. "Taste so good...don't make me stop" He slurs. His drunken state is more obvious and Y/N can pry herself away from him. "You have to. I need to get you home and you're being a pain" Y/N pouts as she takes his hands in hers comfortingly. Trying to brush over his previous actions, her heart raced a mile a minute as he furrowed his eyebrows. His angelic features looked completely flushed and she felt her guilt grow stronger.

"Kiss me..." Hyunjin whines as he takes his hands from hers and holds her face as he leans in, brushing his lips over hers. Y/N leans back and hurt flashes across Hyunjin's face. "You're drunk..." Y/N reasons as she grabs his wrist finally able to get him to start walking back to the sharehouse. "So?" He questions with a pout.

"I'm not kissing you when you're drunk..."

"I'm not a girl..."

"Being a guy doesn't make it consensual, especially not when you're this drunk. you still don't have a solid mind to consent to anything so don't make me a pervert."

"You just did..." He murmurs as he trudges behind you. Y/N sighs in frustration at his brattiness. "You kissed me, which I will be overlooking because you're what?...say it with me here, Drunk" Y/N jokes but it sends a painful shock straight to Hyunjin's heart.

"So if I kissed you sober? Will you stop me then?"

Y/N freezes for a moment. Her face heated up. "You won't..."

"I want to..." Hyunjin confesses as he reaches out to caress her hip. “If I try to, will you let me?" Y/N raises her eyebrow in amusement. "You'll have to try and see..." she replies, trying to sound nonchalant but flirty. Hyunjin leans over her shoulder, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear.

"You think I won't?"

"You've never shown interest in doing it before," Y/N giggles, trying to lighten the mood as she grows nervous. Hyunjin scoffs, "That's a lie. We kissed at Nam Hyunjoo's party." A look of frustration sits on Hyunjin's features as Y/N shakes her head.

"That was 4 years ago, Jinnie, and a dare" She retorts as she sighs in relief as they finally walk through the gate of the share house. Hyunjin trudges behind her "It doesn't matter it happened..."

"Yeah, Yeah. go to bed" Y/N waves him off as they enter the house. Walking toward the couch she sits down allowing her muscles to finally relax; her head rests against the headrest. Hyunjin places both of his hands on the back of the couch as he leans over her "Stop doing that, Let me kiss you now" He whines as he leans in closer and Y/N leans forward for a moment brushing her lips over his teasingly before shoving him back by his shoulders and gets off the couch opting to escape to the sanctity of her bedroom.

"Sober up first" She states with a wink as she disappears up the stairs.

Y/N thanked GOD that Jungkook helped her out the night before, completely avoiding a hangover and being able to make it for her shift today. The fast-paced environment of the diner on a Saturday morning, the hectic and ridiculous amount of tickets, and not enough coffee to go around. But even in the chaos, Y/N finds herself grateful to find her mind occupied with something other than Hyunjin like it had been for the past 12 hours. She didn't sleep a wink, her heart in her stomach from the moment she went upstairs.

The ghost of his lips lingered on hers. She had a hard time remaining in her room and not taking care of her best friend, but his persistence in her kissing him made her feel butterflies rise in her stomach. She had a hard time accepting how much she enjoyed it, it was Hyunjin; He was her best friend. They'd kissed before, how could it feel so different when he kissed her this time? How could everything be such a mess? She had drifted off into a restless slumber in and out throughout the night until she had to get up for work at 4:30 am.

From the moment she opened the doors, she no longer had time to think about anything but breakfast items and coffee orders. As it began to slow down, she heard the familiar chime from the bell. She greets the customer as she wipes down the counter. "Take a seat anywhere.." She instructs them kindly as she turns around and is greeted with a familiar face. Jungkook stands there with an amused smile and another guy next to him pats his shoulder as he walks toward the bar. Y/N sighs as Jungkook presses the bell, she notices him leaning over on his elbow and he waves playfully giving her a teasing look.

Grabbing a coffee pot she walks over to the pair, a service smile on her lips as she stands in front of them. "How can I help you today?" She asks, professionalism laced in her tone. Jungkook smirks and raises his eyebrow "Half a cup of vodka" He teases. Licking her lips, Y/N looks around for her boss. "Go fuck yourself" she retorts when she doesn't see him nearby.

Jungkook places his hand over his chest as he scoffs in faux offense "And here I came to check on you and everything..."

"No, you didn't. you literally said you were gonna harass me at my job last night"

"Damn, thought you'd be too drunk to remember" Jungkook chuckles as his friend scrolls on his phone completely uninterested in the conversation. "Speaking of being too drunk to remember, You have a hard time with your friend?" Jungkook asks as he flips the mug in front of his friend and himself over and gestures for her to give them coffee. Y/N complies filling both of the mugs as she shakes her head trying to avoid talking about Hyunjin too much. "Nah, it's not the first time he's been blacked out. Kinda always his caretaker" She shrugs. "Are you gonna eat too?" She asks as she pulls her pad out of her apron, clicking the pen. Jungkook raises his eyebrow "Is it free?"

"Broke College student meet broke highschooler" Y/N snorts as she waves her hand in front of her, gesturing toward herself. Jungkook rolls his eyes before scanning over the menu placed in front of him.

"Can i get a bacon egg and cheese bagel?" Jungkooks friend asks and Jungkook nods along with him. Y/N writes their order and goes to enter it in the POS. She feels a tap on her shoulder and turns to see her manager standing there. "Sir?" She questions puzzled.

"Go on your 30 after you put it in, Hera's gonna cover you" He states calmly before turning away from her. Not needing any more instruction you quickly finish entering Jungkook's order and clock out for your break. Walking toward the break room, she stops in front of the lockers grabs her phone, and walks out the back door to get fresh air. Turning her phone on it comes to life with messages from Hyunjin.

Y/N felt her cheeks turn a bright scarlet as she read the pet name. How could such a simple request make her heart race so much? How could she be feeling so excited to go home now? The memory of their kiss lingers in her mind. Brushing her fingers over her lips for a moment before she realizes her behavior. Her eyes widen as she quickly brings her hand away from her lips.

Oh Fuck....She likes Hyunjin.....

Y/N didn't know how to handle her epiphany.

The more she spent with him, the more her feelings seemed to blossom. She felt her eyes searching for him and her heart racing faster when he called her name. Even when the school year started she figured her heart would finally settle now that they were in separate classes and they would only see each other in passing due to her cram school. But she should have realized how persistent her best friend could be, he and Li-Rin rarely got along besides a few tipsy interactions and taking care of the other hungover self until Y/N was available to take over. To say she was surprised to see the pair now getting along swimmingly would be an understatement.

Due to Li-Rin's budding friendship with him, Hyunjin no longer breaks away during lunch and would come with Li-Rin to hang out with them. Every once in a while, he and his friends would disappear for who knew what and Y/N would finally gain the ability to breathe again. She sometimes dreaded these days when Hyunjin needed to be extra clingy before going to his class in the morning. How should she keep trying to play things off how she normally would? For years she would have brushed off his flirty remarks and clingy actions but now she found herself reciprocating. She knew how dangerous this could be, how crossing the line with him beyond a drunken kiss and flirty words could ruin everything they'd built over the years. But as the weeks continued to go by she found herself not caring as much as she once had.

She finds herself feeling more and more eager at the idea of giving in to her emotions and just confessing to Hyunjin. What could be the harm? He was her best friend for a reason. They understood each other on a level no one else could reach. "Y/N, Li-Rin" Hari calls the pair over as they look around the cafeteria. Y/N smiled feeling a sense of relief as she didn't see Hyunjin and his group of friends seated at the table. Walking over to where Hari was seated, Y/N smiled at the 3 other girls who gave her a friendly wave. "Y/N, Hyunjin finally let you off the leash?" Sol-i teases as Y/N sits beside her. Rolling her eyes Y/N chuckles softly "So I'm a dog now?" She raises her eyebrow. Hari giggles as she joins in on the teasing "I mean with the way you two cling to each other you'd think they're married" The girls laugh at the joke.

Y/N feigns disgust "You realize he's just my best friend right?"

"Is that why you guys made out at the party Friday?" Hari questions with her eyebrow raised and Y/N feels her heart drop into her stomach.

"What? What are you talking about?"

Hari rolls her eyes as she leans in closer "I saw you guys, completely sucking face right down the street from Felix's place" She giggles and Y/N's eyes widen as she begins to stammer in a panic "W-what? N-No. No, it wasn't--we weren't sucking face it was just a kiss." The girls gasped "So, it's true?" Li-Rin questions, an unfamiliar look on her expression. Y/N looks at her for a moment "Hyunjin was blackout and feeling clingy so he kissed me. But it was just a stupid kiss, that Hyunjin probably doesn't even remember so it doesn't matter." She argues trying to change the subject. "You guys should totally go out, you guys would be cute" Aera comments cheekily. Y/N groaned in response as she hid her face in her hands.

"Can I just die right now?"

"Why? Because you LOOOVVEE him?" Sol-i teases.

"No, because you guys are embarrassing" Y/N states as she softly throws a fry at her. "Don't get mad at me because you like him"

"N-No, I don't" Y/N lies, trying to keep her feelings private while she tries to work them out. However, She feels a real relationship could possibly work out with Hyunjin. She wouldn't want to ruin any chance she had by involving her caring and loving but nosy friends in the mix. Y/N felt herself grow anxious as Ji-Rin's face lights up at her refusal. "You don't?" Ji-Rin asks her eagerness for the same answer evident and Y/N complies. "N-Not like that. H-He was drunk so..."

"Good." Ji-Rin sighs placing her hand over her chest as if she's relieved. "So, what's everyone gonna do tonight wanna study at my place." She asks trying to change the subject, Hari's eyebrow raises and the other four's eyes meet each other as they feel an awkward tension settle over the group.

Before Hari speaks up "Nah, put that shit in reverse and park it. The fuck do you mean good?" She challenges. Ji-Rin gives her a puzzled look "What do you mean?" she questions with a confused pout her head tilting to the left side slightly.

"What I just said. What do you mean good? Do you like Hyunjin or something?" Hari asks with shock and a defensive tone. Ji-Rin smiles giddily as she covers her face with her hands. "Maybe~" Ji-Rin replies "Kinda..." Hari scoffs and crosses her arms over her chest as she goes to say something to her, Y/N kicks Hari under the table as she notices Hyunjin and his friends making their way over to their table. "But--" Hari tries to argue, and Y/N turns her head away from Hari "Not the time."

"This looks intense." Hyunjin's friend, Jisung comments as he raises his eyebrow in amusement. Y/N gives him a kind smile "No, Missy, why do you look so grumpy" Jisung questions as he ruffles her hair and sits beside her and the rest of the guys go to sit down. Hyunjin stands behind Jisung with his eyebrows furrowed as he stares between the pair, jealousy fills his stomach. "Hyunjin, there's a seat here" Li-Rin calls him gesturing for him to sit beside her, his mouth hung open for a moment wanting to protest but in the end, he slumped his shoulders and trudged over to the seat beside Li-Rin. He grumbles something under his breath toward her and she rubs his arm comfortingly as she whispers something to him and he nods with a sad pout.

An uncomfortable feeling fills Y/N's stomach as she stares at the pair, when did they get so close? Hyunjin said they had gotten along a little easier after Y/N had left her to watch him; but could things have gone further than a friendly understanding being built? Y/N tried to focus on the conversation Jisung had dragged her into but with Li-Rin's previous confession, Y/N could not drag her eyes off the pair. She felt betrayed, how could Li-rin do this to her? No matter how often Y/N denied it, there was a reason the girls always made jokes about her and Hyunjin being together. Li-Rin could see her closeness with Hyunjin, even if she didn't have feelings for him, liking Hyunjin would be crossing the line for any of her friends and they knew this.

Li-Rin was a newer addition to the group, Y/N had met her in her first year and they quickly hit it off. Y/N's longest female friend, Hari, always held a small dislike for Li-Rin. Sol-i and Aera held a neutral stance never showing her disdain but also never getting too close to her. Y/N was the one who trusted her wholeheartedly and accepted her.

how could she like Hyunjin?

Was she messing with her? She had to be. It had to be a joke. How could Y/N confess to him if her friend likes him? That would be so cruel to Li-Rin, no matter the line crossed Y/N wouldn't stand in her friend's happiness. Li-Rin didn't choose who to like, these things just happen. If anyone understood that it was Y/N, but why did it have to be now? Why couldn't it be last year? Long before Y/N really understood how she felt about him and she wouldn't feel like she's being a terrible person if she were to confess. Now that she knew Li-Rin liked Hyunjin, Y/N felt panicked as she watched the way he smiled at her while they talked. While he kept a small distance between himself and her, Y/N could see some form of a connection built between the pair. It left her unsettled as one question lingered on her mind.

Does Hyunjin like her too?

Y/N felt herself panicking during her cram school.

Hyunjin went to study with Li-Rin and Jisung. She felt herself growing nauseous at Li-Rin confessing before Y/N could talk to her about her expose at lunch. She watched the clock as the time continued to drag on. It felt like an eternity as she watched the clock a minute away from 10:30 pm.

As soon as her cram school ended, Y/N quickly made her way to the bus stop and pulls out her phone to text Li-Rin.

As she reads Li-Rins last message, Y/N feels her heart sink into her stomach and she drops her phone as if the device had burned her. Looking around in embarrassment hoping no one saw her, she quickly grabs her phone off the ground in front of her as the bus pulls up and she gets on. Walking toward the back of the bus she sits in a seat in the second to last row, leaning against the window her mind races,

What did she say?

Y/N read the message over and over again, hoping it would change. She felt bile rise in her throat as she contemplated what to reply. She wasn't sure what to do. How should she respond? What could she do? Was being a good friend saying yes? She wasn't sure if she even wanted to. How could she set the guy she likes up with anyone, let alone her friend? She felt tears prick her eyes as she struggled to find an answer as she felt someone tug on a strand of her hair.

Chalking it up to an accident Y/N stares out the window at the bright lights of the city. She almost loses herself in her emotions when she feels the person behind her tug on a strand of her hair again. Feeling irritation swell in her gut she turns around to cuss out the person. "The hell is your--Jungkook Oppa?" She questions her eyebrows scrunching together in confusion as the older male sat there with a mischievous smirk. "Finally you notice me. You know you're quite elusive" He comments with a chuckle. "I tried to say hi when you sat down but I don't think you heard or saw me"

"And you thought harassment was a good way to get my attention?"

"It's fun to annoy you. You look like crap though what's up?"

Y/N rolls her eyes at his comment "Cram school. Why do you always seem to piss me off every time I see you?" Jungkook shrugs as he shifts to sit next to her. "What's up though? Cram school sucks but it doesn't usually make you cry." He questions worriedly. Y/N crosses her arms over her chest and shrugs. "Nothing...Just stupid stuff I guess." She groans. Jungkook shakes his head "Every problem seems like the end of the world at your age but if you talk to someone older they usually seem small" He tries to convince her to open up as he bumps her shoulder with his.

Feeling her resolve crumble to dust, Y/N rambles "Ugh, It's nothing--just you remember my best friend?"

"Vividly"

"Well, my friend said she might like him and ever since the night of the party I've been freaking out because he kissed me and I liked it" She states as her speaking speeds up slightly "But I never used to like him like that before so I wouldn't have cared if my friend liked him before but now I do like him so I do care that my friend likes him" Jungkook stares at you blankly. "Jesus fuck I think you gave me a stroke trying to keep up with all of that" Jungkook jokes as he rubs his temples. "So what you're saying is you and your friend both like Hyunjin?"

"Yeah..."

"Okay? and why is that your problem?" Jungkook asks seriously raising his eyebrow. Y/N's eyebrows furrow in confusion "What do you mean? We both like the same guy, that's wrong..."

"Who told you that?" Jungkook questions with a puzzled look on his face. Y/N stares at him dumbfounded and he sighs "Look kid, there's nothing wrong with you both liking the same guy. It's how you both handle it that will determine if it's wrong to like him or not. Does she know you like him?" Y/N shakes her head "She asked me but I just figured out how I feel so I told her no, but it's cause I thought I would have time to figure out what to do"

"Then you can't be mad at her for anything. You lied so you should fix that first, then you should tell him how you feel and let him determine who he wants to be with before you girls go fighting each other." Jungkook advises.

"She asked me to help her go out with him....am I a bad friend if I don't do it?"

"You are if you lie to her about it" Jungkook shrugs as he sighs "To be 16 and only worry about stupid shit like this again" He states in a wishful tone. "You aren't that much older than me" Y/N comments. Jungkook lifts his hand placing his index finger over her lips as he closes his eyes "Shhhhh....I'm reminiscing"

"Well, Ahjussi, you said you went to Seoul national and lived on campus right?"

"Uh-huh, why?"

"Cause we're driving past it" Y/N points out the window and Jungkooks eyes snap open as he jumps up from his seat staring out the window before he pushes the button signaling a stop and it pulls to the side of the road when it can. Y/N stifles a laugh as she covers her mouth with the back of her hand. "You're embarrassing Oppa" she comments.

"Shut up! but remember what I said" Jungkook waves her off as he rushes off the bus.

Jungkook was right....

It was childish to expect for friends to not eventually like the same person one day. It's a normal obstacle while growing up and people can't control who they develop feelings for. Is what Y/N told herself, but for the past two days every time she saw Li-Rin and Hyunjin together; she wanted to put her head through a wall. It didn't help they were paired up for a project in their class and the time they had spent together doubled as Y/N's time with him dwindled more and more.

While she still occasionally was able to hang out with him in the mornings and at lunch, something felt different about their interactions. They were distant and withdrawn and it felt odd. Y/N wasn't used to not having her best friend cling to her. But for the past few days, she couldn't remember the last time Hyunjin had any physical contact with her. Y/N found herself drifting off into thought as she sat at a table in the library, Li-Rin asked her to study with her earlier in the day and Y/N felt the need to talk to her about her request.

Y/N struggled to find a way to bring it up. How do these types of things usually go? What was it Jungkook said again? She contemplated as her mind went a mile a minute. Honesty. start with honesty she sighs to herself.

"Li-Rin...." She gasps. And the girl perks up lifting her eyes from the textbook "What's up hun?" Li-Rin gives her an innocent expression as Y/N feels her heart sink into her ass. "Uh, S-so you remember what we talked about the other day?" Li-Rin gives her a confused look "What? Hyunjin?"

Y/N nods "Well i wasnt exactly honest with you guys"

Li-Rin shrugs "Kinda figured..."

Y/N looks at her lap in shame "I'm sorry but I don't feel comfortable setting you up with Hyunjin." Li-Rin's eyes widen in surprise "Woah! no it's fine, we already talked and are hanging out alone Friday and stuff" She confesses almost as if she is rambling. Y/N feels her heart stop "Oh? Y-You confessed?"

Li-Rin looks around, a look of panic on her features. "Uh--Y-Yeah...sort of..." She states as she nervously looks down at her textbook, mumbling something under her breath. Y/N's blood runs cold "O-Oh..." she stutters as she bites her lips hesitantly.

Li-Rin looks at her apologetically "Y/N..--Don't let this get in the way of our friendship okay?" Y/N cuts her off as she chokes back her sadness and gives her friend a reassuring smile. "You said you sort of confessed so, I'll take a step back and if he officially says yes to you then I will work on moving on." Li-Rin feels guilt eating away at her. "I'm so sorry, Y/N..."

"Don't be. If he says no to you, then I'm gonna confess...it won't be right after and I'll be there for you wholeheartedly, and you'll still feel complete support from me no matter what okay? But I do think that, if he says no to you, then I deserve to have a chance to see if something could work out between us.....because with our history I really think it can..." Y/N confesses. "So, I'm going to be a bad friend for this one time and this one time only, because you surprising me with your feelings like that wasn't fair, I hope things don't go as you planned and whatever you plan on doing a bird poops on your head while your confessing and he laughs"

Li-Rin gives her a bewildered expression "A-are you alright in the head? You want a bird to poop on me when I confess? What if I'm inside?" Li-rin questions teasingly.

"Then I hope you fall....wait no that's mean no I don't. umm" Y/N struggles to think of something bad enough that she could laugh at her friend but not too bad she could be hurt. "I hope you pee yourself" Y/N exclaims excitedly. "Shhh" The librarian whispers in her direction and Y/N hides her face in her textbook as Li-Rin stifles a laugh.

“You’re an idiot”

Y/N felt her face fall at Hyunjin's obvious anger toward her. It had been two weeks since Y/N and Li-Rin had talked. while Y/N wanted to support her two friends' budding relationship, she felt nauseous and annoyed whenever Li-Rin and Hyunjin appeared together. Why not me? She'd wonder Why couldn't it be me? She felt guilt rising in her stomach. She had been avoiding him for longer, something about this year had changed her. Y/N didn't understand, before the idea of not talking to Hyunjin would be painful but since she had spoken to Li-Rin; talking to him hurt the most.

How was she supposed to move on? How could she be with someone else when, to Y/N, no one else could compare?

She couldn't handle it, and in the nature of honesty, she had kept her feelings for him to herself. Though every day she felt herself struggling to refrain from just marching into his bedroom and confessing. A snap in front of her pulls her out of her thoughts. "Polynomials are frustrating but not that much, which means you're not paying attention so you owe me 5 bucks" Jungkook states sarcastically. Y/N's eyes widen "5 bucks?! We agreed on a dollar"

"You weren't paying attention for 5 minutes"

Y/N gives him a look of disbelief "You took my job! You should know I'm broke." she exclaims. Jungkook shakes his head as he wipes the counter, raising an eyebrow at her "I'm literally working, tutoring you, and reading your texts at the same time" Her mouth hangs open as she goes to argue and Jungkook places his finger in front of her lips. "Shhh. Thank you, Jungkook"

"For what? Being nosy?"

"Being smarter than you"

Y/N rolls her eyes as Jungkook gives her a knowing look. "Don't okay? Hyunjin and I aren't your business" Jungkook snorts as he tosses the rag over his shoulder. Leaning back against the prep line "From where I'm standing there is no Hyunjin and you." Y/N shakes her head as she lifts her math textbook. "Not what we're supposed to be focusing on" She states as she gives the book a gentle tap on the counter. "You got distracted first" Jungkook puts his hands up in surrender. Y/N sits there, staring up at him expectantly and Jungkook raises his eyebrow "What?" he asks crossing his arms.

"Come on out with it..."

"Out with what?"

Y/N gives him a look saying 'Are you serious' with a tilt of her head. "I can literally see you trying not to combust. Holding back from just giving me advice because you know you're too damn nosy" Jungkook scoffs holding his chest in offense. "First of all missy, I'll have you know that you should feel lucky I care enough about you to be nosy." he narrows his eyes. "Oh thank you, I'll appreciate all the gold produced from your touch...."Y/N mocks. She jumps in surprise as she feels a sharp sting on her forehead as Jungkook retracts his hand away from her face. "Did you just flick me?" She exclaims.

"Anyway, why are you here with me, studying math when you could be with the guy you're in love with?"

"Because you'd miss me too much" Y/N smiles and Jungkook rolls his eyes "As much as I appreciate your presence, soul-sibling, I've known you for like 4 months at best and even I know that's bullshit" Y/N groans and covers her face in her hands. "Ugh, I just don't want to see him all over Li-Rin." Jungkook shakes his head giving her a disapproving look "If it was gonna bother you this much then you shouldn't have told her you'd support her if she confessed"

"You act like I knew it would bother me this much!"

"Is that why you haven't clarified our actual relationship to him?" Jungkook raises his eyebrow. "I'll tell him..."Y/N trails. It was Jungkook's turn to give a look of 'Are you serious?' "When? When he and Li-Rin stop hanging out?" Jungkook quips and Y/N smirks "Exactly"

"Bullshit! You're a minor that shit aint happening with my name"

"I'm kidding, Jesus old man take a joke." Y/N scoffs as she closes up her textbooks. Jungkook gives her a stern look "Clarify it or stop coming around me" Y/N's mouth hangs open in disbelief and Jungkook shakes his head in response "Don't give me that look missy. You not clarifying that we only see each other in a sibling way, makes me seem like a pervert." Y/N furrows her eyebrows in frustration "Can't I just make him jealous a little bit? I never insinuated that we like each other"

"No. I'm a fucking adult, Y/N. That's petty kid shit and honestly, you're above it too. You told Li-Rin you'd support her so keep your word or go to her and tell her how you are feeling about it." Jungkook shuts down her suggestion firmly but his tone held a caring concern. "Why do you have to be so annoying?" Y/N scoffs. Jungkook's eyebrow raises "Because I'm right?"

"Yes..." Y/N grumbled as she rested her chin on her hand looking away from Jungkook. "Stop avoiding your best friend too. It's stupid and gonna hurt his feelings. You already hurt him and pissed him off. Do you want to do more damage?" Jungkook lectures and Y/N rolls her eyes. "You do know you're not my real brother, right?"

"Really? You harass me like you're my sister though?" Jungkook scoffs as he shrugs "I mean, it's nothing for me to turn the register back on and cash this out"

"Okay, raising the white flag...hurry up so you can bring me home" Y/N raises her hands in surrender as she gestures for him to mop the kitchen. Jungkook rolls his eyes and shakes his head grabbing the mop

"I should've called out..."

One second....All it takes is one second for a calm peaceful day to turn into a storm.

Y/N sat in Jungkook's passenger seat feeling her drowsiness kicking in as he drove onto her street. The radio was playing some random playlist from Jungkook's phone, but Y/N felt herself finally relaxing for the first time in a while. Her mind sat free of worries and stress as she stared out the window. She felt excited as Jungkook pulled into the driveway. "wow you weren't lying..." Jungkook quips as he parked the car. "You really run a share house with your parents?"

"They come to manage it but they live like 10 minutes away in the same town as Hyunjin's parents. I usually decide residents after background checks since I live here and right now it's just me and Hyunjin and one other guy that's like always at work but he cleans up after himself and doesn't bother anyone so"

Jungkook shrugs as he nods "Want another tenant?"

"And live with 3 guys? I'd rather you hit me with your car." Y/N retorts. As the pair hears a knock on the passenger window, Y/N jumps in surprise. She turns to see an upset-looking Hyunjin peering into the car and she opens the door slightly. "Jinnie?" She questions "What's up?"

"Who is he?" Hyunjin asks as he stares directly at Y/N accusingly and she raises her eyebrow in confusion. "I'm Jungkook, we act--Was I talking to you?" Hyunjin cuts him off and Jungkook snorts "We've gotta stop meeting like this Hyunjin." Hyunjin narrows his eyes at Jungkook as he raises his eyebrow at him "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I'm not fighting a child. I'll see you tomorrow, Y/N" Jungkook waves Hyunjin off as he holds out his fist for Y/N, who returns his fist bump and exits the car. Y/N stands there as Jungkook drives off and gives him a wave. Hearing a scoff from behind her she rolls her eyes and turns to her best friend. "Jinnie,--no. I'm pissed right now. like are you dumb or just oblivious?" He cuts her off and Y/N stares at him confused. "Hyunjin, what are you talking about?" A figure sitting on the stairs draws her attention, Li-Rin gives her a guilty smile and waves and Y/N looks back at Hyunjin even more confused. Why was Li-Rin here?

"Why are you spending so much time with that guy?" Hyunjin questions. "Like, can you not see that it's bothering me? How long do I have to sit there and just deal with this shit? What do I have to do to get you to look at me? Be your best friend? Support you in everything? kiss you? Oh wait, I've done every single one of those things, and still! still, I'm not enough for you? What is it going to fucking take, Y/N seriously" His voice growing more and more erratic as he stares at her with desperation on his features. Y/N feels her heart race at his rant, what does this mean?

"J-Jinnie...I didn't realize it was bothering you so much. but I don't know w-where this is coming from..." Y/N trails "You're more than enough for me. I don't understand?" Hyunjin groans in frustration "Can you seriously not tell I like you?" Y/N feels butterflies in her stomach her eyes widen and her cheeks turn a bright scarlet, but just as soon as she feels her excitement, guilt replaces it. Her eyes drift over to Li-Rin and she feels Hyunjin's hands encase her arms "Fuck Li-Rin..I'm talking to you!"

"Wow...Thanks dude" Li-Rin retorts sarcastically.

"You know what I mean!" Hyunjin snaps at her "Why are you still here?"

"Jisungie told me to be nosy" Li-Rin quips as she leans back on her hands. Y/N stares at them puzzled. As Hyunjin turns to her "Go home. It backfired and I'm not in the mood right now." Y/N furrows her eyebrows as her ears perk up. "What backfired?" She questioned as she stared at the pair. "Nothing...Li-Rin just agreed to help me and it didn't work" Hyunjin grits as he scowls at Li-Rin who scoffs "It was a stupid plan. How am I supposed to pretend to have a crush on you when I'm dating your friend?"

"Jisung did fine...." Hyunjin argued.

Y/N feels like a bucket of ice was poured over her head. Li-Rin pretended to have a crush on Hyunjin? To help him? Y/N couldn't help the feeling of betrayal that welled up in her chest. Tears burned in her eyes "Y-You guys made a plan?" She questioned in disbelief, her voice just above a whisper. Hyunjin looks at her with guilt in his eyes "I-It wasn't anything bad I promise you...I just wanted to know if you felt the same way" Y/N ignores him and stares at Li-Rin "Am I a joke to you?" taking a couple of steps so she is directly in front of Li-Rin and Hyunjin grasps Y/N's arm pulling her slightly back "Its not her fault..." Y/N shoves his hand off her as she steps back in front of Li-Rin and nods waiting for Li-Rin to answer.

"Of course, you're not a joke to me..."

"So you're expecting it correct?" Y/N asks and Li-Rin nods. Y/N brings her hand across Li-Rin's cheek harshly. "Y/N?!" Hyunjin exclaims in shock as he pulls her back from Li-Rin, who stands up and waves him off "Don't.....I deserved that" Hyunjin shakes his head "No, this is my fault I'm the one that asked for help" He argues to Y/N. Y/N looks away from him as she rolls her eyes "She's a big girl that can make her own decisions." Li-Rin nods as she pats Hyunjin on the shoulder. "See you tomorrow, Y/N" She waves as she walks down the street.

Hyunjin and Y/N stood there in silence for what felt like an eternity before anyone spoke. "Baby,--oh you thought you were pissed." Y/N cut him off and Hyunjin's body deflats. "You manipulated me..."

Hyunjin's eyes widen in a panic "N-No, it wasn't like that I swear" He stammers as he steps closer to her. His heart sinks as she takes a step back "Y/N..." She sighs at the dejected tone in his voice. "Jinnie, Just-just give me a second okay?" she states as she takes a deep calming breath. "Can I ask why you couldn't just talk to me?"

"You always think I'm joking or drunk or bored.." Hyunjin pouts. "How could I ask if you liked me like that? You always said I'm your best friend so I never thought you'd look at me like that" Y/N sighs as she rubs her hand over her face. "We're dumbasses....just straight-up fools I swear" She mutters, and Hyunjin raises his eyebrow in confusion "Huh?" "Nothing, we just both are stupid people who forget the other is our soulmate. Jinnie, of course, I like you that way, how could I not? You're literally everything I would want in a guy" She confesses as she goes to walk inside to bring the conversation out of the cold before it dawns on her "Hold on," She points as she turns back to Hyunjin with a quizzical look "You said I always think you're drunk or joking" a panicked expression flashes across Hyunjin's face.

"You were drunk that night right?"

"I--Well, you see what had happened was..." Hyunjin trails and Y/N's mouth hangs open as she closes the front door. "Nope, you stay in the cold until the conversation is over now. Hwang Hyunjin, I swear to god if you made me basically carry you home and you were almost completely sober I'm telling you now that I will disown you" Hyunjin shakes his head "Was tipsy at best I promise" He puts his hands up in surrender. "Wasn't as drunk as I made it seem 'cause I wanted to kiss you and you always let me when I'm drunk" Hyunjin explains cautiously. Y/N rolls her eyes at him "So you're manipulative? You realize that's a giant red flag right?"

Hyunjin nods "I'll be color blind if you do..."

"You already know, basically born that way" Y/N jokes with a shrug and Hyunjin rolls his eyes at her as he wraps his arms around her waist. "So, we are like, dating now right?" Hyunjin asks as he rests his chin on her shoulder. Y/N shrugs as she doesn't respond pretending to contemplate her answer. "Babyy~" Hyunjin whines as he begins placing soft pecks along her neck. "Don't torture me" Y/N shakes her head and turns around wrapping her arms around his neck "So don't ask a stupid question" She retorts as she scrunches her nose at him.

Hyunjin gives her a small chuckle before pressing his lips to hers engulfing her in a passionate kiss. Their lips danced together before Y/N pulled away "I knew you'd be a better kisser sober..." She joked

"Shut up...."

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[ginis-wonderland]

midnight treat

pairing: dad!simon riley

summary: returning home at midnight after a long day in the base, simon needs to eat but after his baby joins him, he can never say no to ice cream.

genre: fluff

word count: 1.5k

the house was quiet when simon arrived home. he locked the door as soon as he stepped foot into their entryway and he tried to not make as much noise by taking off his heavy boots. the balaclava was thrown to the small table that was flushed against the beige wall and his keys were gently placed onto the small ceramic plate that his oldest daughter made a year ago. his stomach grumbled and he sighed, knowing he needed to eat something before bed but it was already so dark and late that he didn't want to. 

all that paperwork was enough to keep him at the base the entire day and he was developing a migraine from reading so much words on the pages. simon just wanted to go to bed and wrap his arms around his wife to sleep. that was it.

the family dog, berk, peeked from the corner of the wall by the stairs and once it saw the familiar face of its dad, it quietly trotted over for attention. simon bends down slightly to rub the german shepherd's head and the man nearly tip-toed his way over to the kitchen. he knew he was a naturally silent walker but with his girls sleeping in the house, he didn't want to risk a screaming newborn and tiny girls running down the stairs past bedtime. he knows how hard it must've been for you to get them all to sleep so he didn't want to ruin your efforts.

he opened the fridge and winced at the bright light so he averted his eyes from it but he saw a tiny figure by the wall, leaning against the corner and rubbing their eye.

"papa?" a small tired voice filled the silent kitchen and simon couldn't help the smile that itched his lips.

"hey, bug," he whispered back. 

the little girl inched her way closer to him, dragging the blankie with her and simon naturally held his hand out for her to grab so he could pull her close. her blonde hair was all over the place and he tried to smooth it down but to no avail. 

"why're you up?" he asks her quietly and she looks up at him with those bright blue eyes, still bleary from sleep.

"heard your car," she answers. simon chuckles at her.

"you should've been sleepin'."

she shakes her head. "can't sleep long time if papa not tuck me in."

wren was his middle child. the daddy's girl of the family. she was only 4 years old and had a 3-year-gap with his oldest and his youngest. she was the baby he got to spend time the most since he took a longer break from work when she was born and only returned a year ago. therefore, she was spoiled with the most attention from her dad and only did things if her dad was there with her, like sleeping.

simon closes the fridge and reaches over to turn on the kitchen light above the island so he could pick her up and sit her on one of the chairs. he mumbles a small apology and a kiss on her chubby red cheeks when she whines at the bright light. he moves to stand opposite from her.

"didja eat yet, papa?" she wonders and rests her chin on the marble island to look at him.

simon didn't sit down but leaned on his elbows in front of her. "not yet. 's why i was lookin' in the fridge."

her eyes lit up. "ice cream! let's eat it together!" she whispered yelled with a grin that showed her missing front teeth.

her father raised an eyebrow. "'t's well past bedtime, missy."

she pouts.

then he sighs.

he could never say no to her.

"i eat ice cream when 'm tired," she argues with her pout still strong on her lips that she inherited from you. 

simon laughs lightly at her response and nods, pushing himself off of the surface. berk wags his tail as he follows his papa to go to a cupboard and quietly pull out two small, colorful bowls that were meant for ice cream and two small spoons. he brings it to the island in front of wren and sets it down gently before turning around to open the freezer and grabbing the vanilla dairy-free ice cream. 

wren's eyes shone and she hurriedly slipped from the chair to go to a drawer to yank the ice cream scooper out then went back to her spot to hold it out to her father.

"smart girl, you are," simon praises with a ruffle of her hair and grabs the scooper. 

she eagerly watches her strong papa glide the metal scooper across the delicious treat and plop a large ball of it on the bowl. he places the spoon on it before gently sliding it over to her.

"remember-"

"don' be messy. got it," she finished for him in a hurry so she can eat.

honestly, simon should eat more than just some ice cream but his wren wanted to eat ice cream together so he will. it wasn't much and definitely nothing special but spending time with his baby was enough to satisfy the grumble in his stomach. 

"were you good today?" he asks and she nods with a grin, carefully setting the spoon down to not make a mess.

"helped mama plant daisies," she gushes. 

"after rolling around in the dirt with berk," a voice startles them both.

simon can hear anyone that was near him before they even speak but his wife, oh boy, she was more of a ghost than he was. 

he gives you a sheepish smile and wren gasps. 

"mama!" she says with a smile then remembers the ice cream which she hurriedly slid over to her father. simon looks at her with an offended expression.

"you little cheat!" he whispers to her and wren gives him an oopsies look.

"sorry, papa. mama is scary when she's upset," she defends.

you cross your arms and walk to stand next to simon's seated form. even sitting, he was the same height as you. 

"good evenin', lovie," he grumbles, pressing a kiss on your cheek that became sticky from the ice cream on his lips.

"it's morning, mister riley," you tutted. 

but simon knew you weren't upset. you had that small twitch in your lips that meant you were fighting back a smile.

he knew seeing him would be enough to erase all questions and irritation.

"and usually, we don't have ice cream for breakfast in this household," you comment.

wren looks at you with a smile. "but we were celebratin' that papa was home!"

finally, a smile breaks free and you chuckle at your daughter's antics. "yes, darling. my apologies. we must celebrate your father's homecoming."

simon wraps an arm around your waist and he pulls you to be closer, your wide eyes looking at him. "bug and i were just havin' a treat. would you like some?" he asks, looking from your eyes to your lips.

you bit your lip before realizing wren was still sitting there so you turn away from his intense stare and smile at your daughter.

"tell you what. you go on to bed and papa will be up there to tuck you in then we'll have chocolate chip pancakes when you wake up," you bargain and she nods eagerly.

"pancakes," she repeats to herself then hauls her blanket up and slides down to the floor. she looks at their dog and she waves him over. "c'mon, berk! let's go to my room!"

the dog quietly barked at her and ran after her.

"no running up the stairs, please!" you call out after her and finally, she disappears around the corner.

simon slides his hand from your waist down to your hips and to your bum to teasingly squeeze it. you swatted him, scandalized while he laughed.

"mister riley!" you gasp and he smiles at you.

"yes, missus riley?" he whispers back.

he leans forward to give you a gentle kiss that evolved into a deep kiss, one that had you cupping his cheeks. you both separated only because of the lack of air and you gasped, foreheads and noses still touching.

"i missed ya today," he grunts and you nodded.

"i missed you too, si."

simon loves the way your lips move as you speak and he feels like he's 18 again when he first saw you enter that shop he worked in. he didn't expect a decade and some change later, you would be married and have children of your own even after he swore to never have a family.

for you, he changed.

and for you, he became better.

you separate from his kiss making him instinctually growl and chase your lips but you leaned back with a giggle. "c'mon. let's go upstairs. we can't risk another child coming down."

simon took no time and hauled you over his shoulder, making you squeal in surprise, before he's marching up those stairs with a mission.

"gonna show you how much i missed you, pretty." 

gini's notes: ugh, gosh i love simon riley. he is such a girl dad and he defo just wanted an excuse to eat ice cream haha.

[captain-n-crunchies]

He cute...a little weird but cute!

Crona the mf Grogan x Chubby!Black Reader

A.N: (Ok sooo ive never seen a fic with him and a black girl which is crazy because i feel like he like DOWN BAD for black and what black? we therefore we must write 🤭)

" He cries like alot'

" yeah, it's kinda sad because of Medusa if you think about it

" yeah, but still, he too creepy and he cries? that's like a serial killer code gone wrong"

Two people I call friends talks about the new boy at school, his names Crona I think? I dunno but, he was one of Medusas pawns for taking down the DWMA; which to me I knew the bitch was crazy when she came in with a bob and twists in her hair...BUT THATS NOT THE POINT! So, as they talked I just tune them out listening to music and drawing some doodles when out the corner of my eye, I saw him for the first time.

"Wow..is that a girl or boy?" I lean over and asked one of the girls to which they shook they heads no, Crona sits by Maka and a small smile glows his face; he's beautiful like REALLY pretty, I just stared at him a bit and when my friend tapped me to ask about something i saw he looked at me too..HE WANTS ME BAD LIKE HA!

*Two class periods later, now it lunch because we are big and hungry*

" Thats just nasty..." I say in utter disgust, BlackStar ass is putting cheese, meat, pickles and for some reason mixed milk and Soul dared him to eat it! Niggas are like weridddd, but as I was looking I saw Crona making the same face I was it made me giggle at how he looks utterly disgusted yet curious.

Me and my little group of friends sit down, and we eat some chips and snacks when Maka and Soul's group of friends came over. We look up and smiled since we all are familiar with each other, Liz and Patty sat across from me and Crona and Maka sat beside me on my right since my friend was too my left; Crona just seemed nervous and jittery so I whispered what was wrong? He just shook his head and then some bald black monster thingy came out of his back?

" QUIT BEING A WIMP AND TALK CRONA"

" Ouch! Stoppp I don't know how to talk to girls! Och Ragnarök!"

I watched in a confused manner and turned to Maka who was just getting ready to throw her book, Soul was just staring at BlackStar who was groaning in pain from his earlier concoction with Tsubaki shaking her head in disappointment. I look at Crona who now is sitting covering his head and I don't knew i just felt like comforting him.

" Ok na, that's enough, now go on back to where you came from"

" WHO DO YOU THINK YO-"

" CLAM IT DOWN OFFBRAND VEMON, keep it cute you saw him smiling and giggling all happy now you gotta mess with him? Thats sad"

Me and off brand get to arguing and I'm not gonna lie he ate me up a few times, but I kept up with him! As we argued the group was laughing egging me and black slimeball out; soon he just went back into Crona and Crona thanked me smiling, I told it wasn't big deal.

" I've really stood up to him...he's cool during fights, but I don't like when he yells at me"

" I don't either, you were all shy earlier now you crying! Here let me help" I get out a toilette from my bag and wipe his face off and he stares at him with wide eyes, I didn't know grey pinkish eyes could sparkle but his did; we started talking again except, Crona was more talkative really to me and Maka.

The bell rings and we all go to our classes but, me and Crona walk together to the courtyard.

" T-thank you for being nice tome when he came out, it not a lot of people who would argue with him"

" It's fine Crona plus, it made steal some of his comebacks" I laughed off, Crona had a small smile on his lips when I talked, he's a good listener. We mainly talk about interests and what he wants to do at DWMA, he told me about how Marie was helping him get over his past and Maka helping with making friends and even though he just got here I feel like I've known his story. As we're walking we both look at the creepy sun it almost time for our next class and I take a tiny snack.

" Want one? " Sure" Hès very simple, we eat a bit of the chips and continues our convo when I see my friends skipping; they called us over and Crona saw Marie, we parted ways wuth goodbyes and i walked over to my friends who are smirking.

" What's the smirks abo-"

" You like him!!!"

" Omg reader! You got a crush on the serial killer non killer dude!?"

They giggle and tease me for my little, tiny, molecular crush on Crona; even though they are right it still doesn't me they get to talk about it!

"I wouldn't say crushhh, more of a I think he's cute."

" But he like textbook definition of werido"

" Well, he's gonna be my werido! I'll talk about Pokémon cards and if Goku is better than Naruto any day if it with him!" I say with my head held high.

" BYEEEE NOT HER IN LOVEEEE" they say in unison, and I speed walk away from them with a smile, and the thought of cutesy Crona Gorgon with flowers and the title ' my werido' engraved in my mind.

Yeah, he may have crybaby, whine a lot, and is kinda serial killer but doesn't kill traits but its cute on him! He's weird and I'm gonna be weird with him!

A.N: ( OMG THIS IS SOOO ME CODED AND SOOO CUTE, and i know it isn't describing the body type but I'm chubby so Imma write it like that because we don't have nothingggg with him, but yea! Let me know if you like it!

[nyxypoo]

So..can you tell me more about your girl dad Taiju thoughts??? I’m very very curious

hi finn and OMG OFC AH IM SO GLAD UR ENCOURAGING THIS EHWJMA

okay first of all tho before i start yapping for ages i do have a few posts already where i talk about girl dad taiju, mostly in the tags but they're here, here, and here and the first one i would highly recommend reading vicos rb bc UGHHH IT WAS SO CUTE I WAS ABOUT TO CRY anyways! will try my best not to repeat what i've said before (also i got reallyyy carried away so long LONG text under the cut)

i think when he first finds out that you're pregnant, there's this odd feeling in the back of his mind that he can't quite place... just brushes it off and blames it on the fact that he hasn't dealt with kids in a really long time. but when you tell him you're having a girl, then something in his mind just ticks and he remembers his pretty bad track record when it came to raising his siblings, yuzuha specifically, and starts stressing. tries to hide it from you because no way is he, a 6'5" former black dragon leader whose name alone had people cowering in fear, is afraid just because he's gonna be the father of a little baby girl.

but he is. he's terrified, despite how much he lets on. terrified that he might end up raising your precious daughter the same way he raised yuzuha. and he knows now at least how wrong his past actions were but there's still that lingering thought that he'll fall into that old, horrible, mindset he had as a young child and teenager just out of habit. out of instinct. and he hates himself for even thinking that. and it takes a lot of reassurance from you that it won't happen, that he want do that because he's different now, and he still refuses to admit he was even thinking about it.

however, when he meets his girl for the first time he nearly melts. she looks so much like you and reminds him so much of little yuzuha when she was a baby. and his genes are so stupidly strong so she ends up coming out with his eyes and almost bald, luckily not fully bald like when he was born, but she has your eyes and when he holds her for the first time, he knows he'd rather do anything than hurt her or even let go of her.

and from that day forward, you swear you've never seen your little girl without taiju holding onto or carrying her in some way. he's got her strapped into a baby carrier on his chest if his hands are busy. and whenever he's napping, he's cuddling with her. as he walks around the house, he has her sitting on his hip with an arm keeping her flush to his side. if you're all outside, he likes having her sit on his shoulders and hearing her marvel at the view from his height. and when she gets to the age that she starts walking, he always tells her to hold onto him. doesn't matter if that means she's clutching his pant leg or wrapping all of her chubby fingers around his pinky, just has to be holding on.

also think that no matter what, taiju can never discipline her, even if it directly relates to himthe responsibility of disciplining her is fallen onto you, mostly because he's scared he'll mess up and discipline her the same way he did to yuzuha when she was little, so obviously you have to discipline your daughter. which isn't easy at all, since she's just so spoiled and misbehaves all the time because she simply couldn't careless about what anyone but her father has to say.

oh and taiju can never. ever. ever. say no to her. she ends up being so spoiled because of it and even if you tell taiju to stop, he argues that you can't even blame him. it's just because she looks like a mini you and it's not like he can say no to you, so what makes you think he can say no to the little version of you? and, even though he doesn't tell you, it's also partially because she reminds him of yuzuha and he wishes he could make up for how much of yuzuhas childhood he had ruined. so maybe if he can't fix her childhood, he can at least make sure that his daughters childhood will never need to be fixed.

and she is such a daddy's girl because of it too. but of course, taiju sees no problem with it. why would he? it means he's doing a good job at parenting this time around. even if it means that she never listens to you and goes running to taiju when she knows she did something wrong. he just picks her up and lets her tell him exactly what she did, to which he just laughs and tells her "mama isn't gonna be happy about that, y'know" before taking her out to get ice cream. and you end up not finding out about what she's done until a little later, while taiju and her are happily eating ice cream in the living room. by then, it's not like you can do anything because whose going to punish a child while they're eating ice cream? she ends up getting away with a lot since by the time she's done with her sweet treat, you've gotten busy and forgotten.

he indulges her so much too, she always gets her way. she wants to play barbie's? you're coming home to see the father of your child laying down on the ground, a ken wearing a dress, one heel and one sneaker, with a purse around his neck and scribbles all over his face in taiju's hands as he makes the poor doll clap for the fashion show your daughters putting on with her other dolls, all of the barbie's and princesses dressed much better than their male counterpart.

and if she wants to have a tea party? you better believe that when you walk past her bedroom, you will see taiju sitting in one of her toddler chairs, a princess tiara sitting askew on the top of his head, a plastic tea cup that looks absolutely minuscule in comparison to himself in his hand as he pretends to take sips of air, and the chair looking like it's about to crack under his weight. if you make your presence known, he will absolutely blame it on your daughter and say she "forced" him into it, as if a toddler a third of his height could do anything to him.

all in all, he's a sucker for your daughter and would do anything to make her happy <3