#Oh brother of mine! Brother of min-

[safranatique]

So yesterday I (French), had to do a wisdom teeth operation (in a French hospital) while having a general anesthesia (yes it hurts that bad that they had to put me asleep).

And then me (still French) woke up in the waking room (still in France in a French hospital) and asked in the millisecond of me waking up, before even opening my eyes « How much longer until the dizziness wears off? » (in English)… (English..???)

Yes English.

But it gets worse : I didn’t even realize it at first, until one of the nurse laughed and said « Elle est entrain de parler anglais! » « quelqu’un parle anglais? Je comprends pas ce qu’elle dit » (« She’s speaking english ! » « Does someone speak English? I don’t understand what she’s saying »).

And then. Upon realizing that I was speaking english, I realized something even more horrible : I couldn’t speak french anymore.

Like I understood french (obviously and pretty much normal when you are BORN AND RAISED FRENCH), but I couldn’t for the life of me remember how to speak french for a solid TWO MINUTES.

And two minutes might seem okay, but no it isn’t. It is NOT "okay"

Anyway I made the nurses laugh which is a win to me anyway.

[cosyvelvetorchid]

Something cute:

Jee gives Uncle Tommy a friendship bracelet she's made, and Tommy's still wearing it a few days later when Buck fetches him from work (it's the first Buck heard about it).

Bonus if Tommy mentions that the guys at work have been trying to give him grief about it but Tommy doesn't give a damn, it's a present from his niece! 🤣❤️

Sorry for taking so long to get to this. This was a super cute one to do 😊

As always you can send me a bucktommy or saltommy prompt to my ask. Smut, fluff or whimp or a mix. Whatever you want.

🩶

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“Sorry Maddie I have to leave for my shift in like 30 mins.” Buck said

“What’s up?” Tommy asked.

“Maddie needs to run a couple of errands for an hour but Jees daycare is closed so she needs a sitter.”

Tommy removed the phone from Bucks hand without a word.

“Hey Maddie.”

“Tommy, hi! How are you?”

“I’m good. Listen, my shift doesn’t start for another 4 hours if you need someone look after Jee for an hour.”

“Oh my god, really? Are you sure?”

“Of course. I mean, if you’re okay with that?” He asked just to be sure. He loved spending time with Maddie and Jee but he hadn’t done so before without Evan being there.

“Oh please. If you handle my brother you can handle a four year old.”

“Ain’t that the truth.” He said smirking at Buck.

“What?” He mouthed in response. Tommy simply winked at him. Buck would be mad if it wasn’t so fucking hot when he did that.

“Uh, I can be there in about 40 minutes?”

“Tommy you’re my hero!”

“I’ll see you soon.

“Bye! Thank you again!”

“Did you just offer to babysit Jee?” Buck asked.

“Yeah, why?”

“I.. you’re just really amazing, you know that?” Buck said with a soft smile.

“It’s nothing, Evan. You’re my family, which makes her, them, my family too. Of course I’d help.” He kissed Bucks temple and got up to finish packing his bag.

Family. He’d said it so nonchalantly. They hadn’t said anything as serious between each other yet, although Buck had been dancing around the ‘L’ word for weeks like a world class ballet dancer; desperate to say it yet utterly terrified of saying it.

It was going to be even trickier to not let it slip out when Tommy says such sweet shit like calling his family his family.

They finished packing their stuff and separated for the following 48 hours thanks to their shifts for once actually lining up for a full week - 48 on, then 72 hours off. Together.

Tommy arrived at Maddie’s to a very excited Jee-yun grabbing his hand and dragging him over to the coffee table to show him what she was doing.

“I’m sorry she’s in a very important friendship bracelet making phase right now.” Maddie told him.

“Well that’s just perfect because I love friendship bracelets!” He said in an exaggerated way for Jees benefit.

“You do?!” Jee asked

“Of course!”

Maddie stopped by the door for a moment just watching the way Tommy was with her. Every time he’d been over with her brother he always made time to indulge whatever she wanted his attention for. A little picture in her head of her brothers future flew by and she smiled at the thought.

“You okay?” Tommy asked pulling her back to reality.

“Uh, yeah. I should be no more than an hour. You have mine and howies numbers and everyone else’s are on the fridge just in case. Bye baby! Be good for Tommy!”

“So.. what bracelet are we making?” He asked Jee.

“For you!”

“For me?” She nodded. “Okay. How about you pick the colours and tell me what it should say and I’ll thread it together. Sound good?”

“Yeah!”

*

“Now that is the best friendship bracelet I have ever seen! Don’t you think?” Tommy held his wrist up to Jee to inspect their work.

“And the prettiest!”

“I agree! Good job.” He held out his hand for a high five which of course she gave him.

***

2 days later Buck was picking up Tommy from work and though exhausted from his own gruelling shift he was practically vibrating at the prospect of 72 uninterrupted hours with his lo- boyfriend.

“Hey babe.” He greeted Tommy getting in his car.

“Hey baby.” Tommy leaned over and pressed a quick kiss on the corner of Bucks mouth. “Good shift?”

“Exhausting. Please tell me you feel like take out? I don’t have the energy to cook?”

“Pizza?”

“This is why I-“ he stopped himself. Again. “-why were, uh, perfect for each other. You read my mind.”

45 minutes later they’d arrived at Bucks apartment and were getting undressed to shower. Something caught bucks eye as Tommy removed his shirt and undershirt in one pull.

“Hold up.” He lightly grabbed Tommys wrist, inspecting the glittery pink and white letter beads threaded around the elastic. “What’s this?”

“Oh.” Tommy smiled fondly. “Jee wanted to make friendship bracelets when I baby sat her the other day. I promised her I wouldn’t take it off. The guys at the station have been riding my ass about for the last 2 days.” He laughed.

Bucks finger tip glided across the letters “Uncle Tommy.” He read out loud and looked at him.

“Yeah.” He laughed “She told me what she wanted on it.”

Buck just looked at him with the softest eyes.

“What?”

“Just so I understand correctly: you offered to babysit my 4 year old niece, you willingly made friendship bracelets with her, including her calling you uncle Tommy, promised you wouldn’t take it off, then kept that promise when your colleagues make fun of you even though she wouldn’t know if you’d taken it off?”

“I would know, Evan, and I promised i wouldn’t.”

Buck threw his arms around Tommys neck and planted a firm few kisses onto Tommys lips.

“Hmm. What was that for?” He smiled.

“Because I love you.”

Tommy face morphed into a bigger smile. “I love you too.” He kissed Buck back for a few seconds before pulling away. “I’d love you more if you order the damn pizza - I’m starving!”

[just-some-random-blogger]

Hey love! if you're still accepting requests, could I get an extremely wild, rough and feral nsfw Daemon x wife fem!reader please? (feel free to ignore and sorry if the request is weird, but I'm thirsty for this handsome fictional man who unfortunately doesn't exist)

Frost Bite

Daemon Targayen x Stark!Reader

Summary: You were travelling back to home soil in anticipation of your wolf's heat cycle. Besides the fact that you could not stand the sound of your prince husband's breathing and the fact you were certain he would perish in the cold, there was one more reason why you did not want him to join you: the fact the heat was affecting you too.

Word Count: 5k+

Warnings: Basically PWP, 5k+ SMUT T_T (non-con [daemon touches her while she's asleep], virgin!reader, she cries for various reasons, fingering, choking, biting, degradation kink, corruption kink, spitting, marking, edging, oral [fem receiving], breeding kink, cream pie), RIP feminism, opens with a wet dream, brief mentions of near death experience in a snow storm, dark!daemon (but imo its just canon daemon) fem!reader, wife!Reader, soft!daemon, typos, etc.

A/N: YEAH MINORS DNI. LOL SO I was planning to write this for my part 2 of my Stark!Reader, but i got lazy and didn't want to create a whole plot leading up to the smut, so i removed it all together, which I guess worked out swell for you nonnie, since I was planning something absolutely unhinged. I hope you liked that fic of mine since you're basically getting a p3 of it So here's part 1, here's part 2, but you don't need to read any of them to understand, but i suggest you do for background cos lol this is PWP T_T Next part ig but its a blurb "✨Magic✨" OMG NEXT PART BUT ITS NOT A BLURB "Moon Cycle" Also nonnie, i wanted to tell you albeit asking for smut is pretty awkward HAHAHAH you gotta process these feelings somehow you know. i mean, we could have been criminals, like Daemon, instead but we're not, and that's what matters (unless you are a criminal in which case im closing my eyes) this gif of him is so large on pc but idc he's so hot MATT I WANT YOU SO BAD FUCK OFF if someone snitches to big brother again like in In Your Defense /: Idk if you want to be, but I'm tagging everyone I tagged in the previous fic, as well as the others that commented there SO HI THIS IS SMUT YOU CAN GO IF YOU WANT LOL HAHHAH @aralezinspace @em-the-lurker @blue1006 @mukduk-not-murder @min-jianhyung @deniixlovezelda @moonmaiden1996 @thatmysteriousblog

I caught him. I caught him doing the very thing I dreaded to catch him do. The one thing I accused him of doing every night, though in my heart of hearts I wished he did not... not that I would ever admit it to his face. Because why would I? Admitting it would mean- "You want me," Daemon heaved against the neck of the woman beneath him. He cranes his neck up as he thrust into her, smirking, eyes dark, "you want this to be you," he pants as he stares at me, "don't you?" I am in my place, frozen, watching and hearing the woman come undone underneath my husband who kisses her tenderly. "Daemon," I whimper helplessly, teary eyed, "Daemon please." "Fuck off."

I jolt awake, sweat sheening my neck and chest. I turn to my bed, empty, because though Daemon insisted we sleep together and I could not fight him in his decision, he did not return to me until nigh dawn.

I wipe my face as I recall my intensifying dreams.

It seems my travels up North would come quicker than anticipated.

And as much as I wanted to tell him I told you so, oh to all the gods, how badly he deserved it, there was no time for me to gloat when Daemon did the very thing I warned him not to, fall into the icy river.

It was instantaneous. The cracking of the ice, the splashing of water, the scream that escaped me. Maybe I should have left him in the cave we kept Caraxes, who he insisted on bringing. But then again he would have insisted on joining me to the cabin, the way he insisted on joining me here up North in the first place.

And now I had to deal with the consequences of his actions.

It was sheer miracle that I got him out of the river without falling into it myself, sheer stupidity of me to rid him of his coat and offer him mine when the blistering snow storm was not relenting, and quite clearly the sheer will of the gods that both of us made it to the cabin... barely.

The moment we walked in, I shut the door and scrambled towards the fireplace. As my fingers shivered, I thought of Havoc, and how at least I know she would find mine and Daemon's corpses if ever we do not make it. I had sent her away when the storm came out of nowhere because we had to find cover for Caraxes, and she would not have been any of help to us if she were here with us anyway.

My poor pup. She would be heartbroken if she saw me frozen. And Caraxes...

I curse the flint, I curse the cold, I curse the gods, and I curse Daemon for every time I failed to light a fire. I thanked the Stranger for finally allowing me the mercy of my eventual success.

Once the fire was burning steady, I get on my feet and run to Daemon, hauling him over to the fire roughly in haste where he helpelessly kneels in front of. He could do nothing but shiver as I scramble to get some dry clothes and sheets for the both of us.

I yank him closer to the fire and begin to undress him.

Seeing as he is nothing but docile to my actions and how his skin was turning grey, I began to grow frantic, "you cannot fucking die, you prick!"

I rip his top off and quickly clothe him, "I did not go through all the trouble of marrying you for nothing. I refuse to be forced into another marriage because your stupid ass froze to death."

Daemon's shudder comes out in a thick condensation.

"Fuck," I whimper, as I struggle to get him out of his boots and breeches.

I shrivel up at the feel of his frozen fingers then brush against my arm and I shake my head rapidly, realizing there was no choice. The only way I can warm him quickly enough is if I share my own.

I strip him naked, pulling off the shirt I struggled to put on him as well, then wrap him in a fur blanket in the meantime. I then take off my own clothes and hiss at the nipping cold.

The fact Daemon does not even look at my naked form strikes a chord in me.

I straighten him up and fix the blankets on his legs and thighs before I sit on his lap. I press my bare chest against his and whimper at his dangerously concerning coldness.

He shivers against me as his face rests helplessly on my shoulder. His breath that hits my skin is not even hot.

"Remember, you're too fucking stubborn to die," I say as I wrap my legs around his torso and graciously place his fingers beneath my bottom.

His lack of warmth literally brings tears to my eyes.

I reach out for the other blanket and wrap it over myself, consequently Daemon, before I wrap my arms around him and breathe hotly against his face.

I rub his back, "will you allow irony to take you? The hot blooded prince defeated by the cold?"

He releases a shiver and moves his head. He mutters something, but his quaking body does not allow me to make sense of it.

"Do not waste your energy," I chide.

And so for a long moment, we stay like this, wrapped in each other's arms, sharing each other's heat. I do my best to warm him. I even nuzzle against him, the way Havoc did me, just so I could warm his stupid face.

Daemon finally finds it in him to lean against my touch, and when he does, he mutters under his breath, "irony-" shudder, "-would be if the- N-Northern princ-ces-s-ss died in the cold."

My face contorts and yet I cannot help but chuckle at him, glad he can sputter his nonsense again, "then I should make Caraxes burn you for your stupidity."

I shiver when I feel his icy lips kiss my neck. Goosebumps form on my skin when I feel the hot breath that follows. My hands rake up to his nape, where I then dig my fingers as I pull away.

"N-n-nno!" he stutters, hands coming around my hips to brace me tightly, "I ss-swear I'm not warm yet-t-t."

I pull back again though to face him when I said, "I only wanted to tell you," I lean my forehead against his face, "I fucking told you so, you stupid idiot."

I rest my face on his shoulder and close my eyes, knowing I would not be off him any time soon.

I dream about him. I dream about kissing his shivers away. I dream about pulling the fur blanket that separated our legs away, and riding him until he was warm.

I dream about how good he feels, and how he burns inside me. I dream about calling his name, unlike how I did in my other dreams. I was no longer calling out in betrayal, I was calling out in pleasure.

Daemon.

Daemon.

"Daemon," I trail off in a groan, willing my heavy eyelids open. I feel pressure building up inside me before I understand what's happening.

I not know how, but I am laid on a bed, head on a pillow, form still naked. Daemon is sat up beside me, peering down at me and his hands.

I whine.

His fingers-

"Oh fucking hell," he groans as his other hand begins to knead at my breasts, "you feels so good wrapped around my fingers, I-"

I cut him off with my squeak, hands flying to his arm, thighs closing shut, squeezing this hand in between my thighs.

"Daemon," the dazed quality of my voice is gone.

He tilts his head, face twisting, a challenge.

When I struggle and wrangle against him, all it takes is his hand on my throat to make me go still. I barely manage a choke and my breath continues to leave me as his fingers quicken their pace inside me.

He only releases me after I shake and shudder when I come.

It is overwhelming and nothing at all like I have dreamed or imagined, unlike all the times I've touched myself in secret. It was intense but there was a shame tied to it.

My entire body is hot and tears prick my eyes at his relentless ministrations.

"You were too fucking ready for that," Daemon mutters dryly as he quickly pulls away and shifts in his spot, "how long have you imagined fucking me, hmm?"

Before I even have the brain to do something, he crawls down the bed, "was it when you caught me touching myself to you?" He sinks down, grabbing my legs, "or have you done it before and withheld me of your sweet cunt for no fucking reason?"

All at once, he brings his face between my legs and begins to lick all the slickness off my pulsing core.

"DAEMON!" I scream, pressing my thighs close as I push myself up on my elbows, trying to break free of him.

He ignores me and forces my legs open even as I kick them in protest, "you will not deny me something you so clearly want yourself."

He grunts and pushes my legs down before grabbing my hands that were shoving him away, "you fucking bitch," he grips me tightly, "you will not find it in yourself to fight me off once I make a whore out of you."

I growl at his words, feeling my stomach drop along with my tears because of it.

I was realizing just how strong he really was, and how in moments where our arguments got a bit physical, he has probably holding back. The revelation of this does not cease my attempts at freeing myself, but it is as pointless as I feared.

Daemon rises up from his spot, nearing me, up until he is breathing against my cheek and rubbing his hardened length against my wetness.

I turn away from him, unable to really do anything else and shudder as he speaks, "you said it yourself, you did not go through all this trouble marrying me for nothing."

I screw my eyes shut, feeling tears fall, "Daemon."

He shushes me, pulling my arms up above my head, "you should not worry. I refuse to die now that I know of your lust."

I whimper as he rolls his hips against me, "still, the idea of someone claiming you- fuck-" he groans gutturally, "had I died..." he trails of in another groan, "someone else would have gotten my prize and it would have been all be your fault."

Daemon squeezes my wrist in one hand then grabs my jaw, forcing me to turn to him. I keep my eyes shut though as he heaves hotly, "I should utterly ruin every part of you so you can never have anyone but me. Though make no mistake, I would never let that happen as I so fucking breathe."

"Hypocrite," I scoff.

He laughs and I tense at the feeling of his vibrations, "she speaks."

I dare to look at him as I pant, "you do not desire me. You're just a spoiled brat who merely wants to wet his cock, just like how you do every night."

"Oh," he groans, "is this jealousy I hear?" He squeezes my cheeks, "is my pretty whore jealous that she is not the only one?"

"Fuck you!" I manage out though muffled.

Daemon laughs at the feel of tears rushing down his fingers, "do not cry, foolish wife. I'll have you know I have not wet my cock ever since I called out your name when I fucked someone else before our wedding day."

He releases my face. I attempt to even out my breath.

"I hadn't even realized until she asked me who-"

"And you think you deserve an award for that?!" I quip through my heavy breathing.

He lets out a laugh that makes me whimper, "I think you ought to know that mine own want for you has made everyone else undesirable," he licks my cheek, making me pull my head away from him, "I have been so pent up in want and for what? Because you're too bull headed to allow me anything other than my lonely hand?"

I try to wrangle out of his grip again, and he presses his whole body on me in response, "it's quite adorable that you still have it in you act like you didn't just call my name out loud while you dreamt of fucking me."

He rubs his nose against my jaw, "you wanna know how I know?"

"Fuck off-"

"You were rutting against me like a hussy," he sighs, "by the gods, had I known you were so wanton at night, I would have never granted you the insult of sleeping alone."

I could feel myself burn hotter with each word that leaves his lips despite myself. I did not want him to catch me like this, but there was no use; I was already caught.

As Daemon rocks his hips on mine, he hisses, undoubtedly feeling how much wetter I had gotten was beneath him.

"Fuck," he trails off, "here's what going to happen," he whispers, rutting against me rougher.

I cannot for the life of me withhold my whimper.

He chuckles as he presses his face against mine, "I'm going to make you come with my tongue and then I'm going to fuck you until you cry."

"Daemon, please stop-"

"Your heartbeat against my cock and how fucking wet you are disagrees with your protest, little liar," he croons. He lifts his head, then leans his forehead against mine, "don't worry, my little virgin, you will not cry because it hurts, you will cry because you'll want it so bad that it hurts."

"Daemon-"

"You will not refuse me," he whispers, though it is anything but sweet, "not when there is not a sliver of doubt in my mind that you want this too."

He brings his hands to my neck again and I wait for his grip to tighten, but it does not, "now say it."

I look up at him as my breathing quickens.

"Yield," he commands, breathing heavily all of a sudden.

I look up at him feeling my belly swirl in ways I could not ever explain.

"Admit to both our ears that you burn for me just as I have been fucking burning for you."

I yelp when he puts pressure on my throat then releases it.

"Say it," he barks.

"I-"

"Say you want me," he says softer this time.

I am disarmed by his quick change in tone and a shiver leaves me as the cold finds its way to my belly as he pulls away. Daemon releases my hands then begins to crawl down. His eyes are fixed on my as he mutters once more, "say it."

I shudder as he presses my thighs against his cheeks then whispers, almost begging, "say it."

I turn away from him and close my eyes, awaiting his next actions, for it was not like I could stop him if I refuse.

"Say it," he urges louder, "you know you want to."

I clench my jaw, "just do what you want and be done with it."

He growls, and goosebumps form on my skin when I feel him bite at the inner most part of my thigh. I grip at the sheets at the feel of teeth and tongue. I bite my lips tightly to keep myself from making any noise.

"I should, shouldn't I?" Daemon mutters.

I yelp and look down at him when his finger strokes my core.

His eyes are dark as he airily chuckles at my reaction, "after all I have given you my name, my Targaryen queen. You are no longer your own, you are forever mine."

I watch him as he lifts his head up and kisses my sopping heat. I flinch when he nips at me, drawing my nub out with his teeth. He lifts his head as he releases my flesh. His chin is glistening with my slick as he says, "I want you."

My breath leaves me when he says this.

"And I know you want me too, but I have to-- I need you to say it." He repositions himself in my thighs, "you are after all married to maniac," he breathes against me, "now, say it."

He shakes my thighs, "SAY IT!"

"I want you," I snap, "Daemon, I-" a loud cry rips out of me before I can even continue.

The sound of him lapping his tongue on me, eating me out as if I was his final meal, was somehow louder than my cries. I cannot help but so violently react to him as he devours me. He forces me still in his grip and fights off the movement of my thighs with his face.

It seems as though my admittance has reduced me into nothing but needy sounds.

Without another thought, my hands reach down at him and dig into his silver hair. I arch my back and pull at him when his tongue flicks into me.

"Fucking slut," he mutters, squeezing my thighs as he pulls me apart.

I scream out his name as he digs his face deeper into me. I lift my head up when he pulls away to laugh, "look at you, rutting against me like the needy whore you are."

I don't have time to find offence in his words because I still, not even realizing I was in fact moving my hips against him. He laughs as he continues his work, leaving me no time to feel embarrassment and only hot pleasure.

He is fucking good at what he does. He's so fucking good that my mind wanders where it should not. How much practice has he gotten to be this good? It is precisely because of this that I finally break, "all for you, Daemon," I grab his cheeks, "all for you-- all mine."

I do not see how his eyes dart up to me for I then throw my head back and whine. I feel myself come close to my undoing, "fuck, Daemon, don't stop."

I shriek when I bites me.

Just as I am inching so close, all at once, he pulls away from me.

I pant and stiffen as I hear and feel him spit on me. Much like all other moments, I do not have time to react. When I turn to him, he grabs my legs and shoves me to my side.

I begin to panic when he rises to his knees.

"I'll be fucking damned if I don't make you come on my cock right now," he grunts, making my eyes drop down to the very thing, erect, hard, and angry.

"Get on your knees, bitch," he blurts, though he doesn't give me much of a chance to as he drags me up into the position he wants me by my hips.

I haven't even propped myself up on my arms yet when he unceremoniously begins to pound into me.

I am certain if anyone could hear us in the middle of this storm, they would think I was mad, or worse, being tortured.

"I'm going to breed that prurient wolf in you, just as I'm sure your wolf, Havoc, is being bred right now."

I growl at the idea and feel my belly tighten at his words.

Daemon groans before he chuckles, "that's it, isn't it?"

His relentless thrusts begin to grow sloppy. Suddenly, he yanks me by my hair and lifts me up. His other hand slaps to my throat to offer painful support as he pulls me up against him.

I choke on my spit when my form presses against him with difficulty. He sinks down on his knees, my core wrapped around his length as he shifts me in a snug position atop him.

His hands make their way to my breasts to roughly grope them. His teeth sink down on my shoulder.

I release a wild sound as my own hands come on top of his. I am left moaning at how his mouth sinks into my skin.

Daemon makes sure to suck hard before pulling away. For a moment he catches his breath before speaking, "you did not want me here because you are affected by your wolf's heat, aren't you."

The way I begin to slowly bounce on top of him is enough of an answer to him.

He laughs as his hands depart from my tender breasts, one going down to my sensitive nub, the other sealing my throat again, "you are a fucking selfish bitch for keeping your cunt from me."

My breathing becomes arduous when he tightens his grip around me.

"You would have preferred to touch yourself to the thought of me?" he questions as he rubs on my sensitive nub.

"Daemon," I gasp, pushing my head back as his lips latch on my neck again.

He ceases the moment of his fingers as he finishes grazing on my skin. "Yes, my pretty whore?" he mutters in between his kisses, "what do you want, hmm?"

My breathing strains when his hand tightens around my throat more. I catch my breath when he releases his grip to push my hair off to the side, "tell me what you want me to do to you."

I call out his name. He calls out mine.

I find myself grabbing his hands as I moan out, "I want you to fuck me."

Without another word, I am thrown down to the bed. The only reason I'm still on him is because of his hands that latch on my hips.

I am nothing against his strength. He handles me like a ragdoll, fucking me with absolutely no regard and nothing else in mind.

I make sounds that mean nothing. His name is polluted by my whimpers and cries that you cannot make head or tail of.

I would not last any longer with how he was handling me, even if I wanted to, even if I tried.

"That's it my easy bitch," he pants, "come around me like the needy whore you are."

"Daemon-"

"Your eager cunt will take my seed well when I fill you up," his one hand leaves my hip and rips my head back by my hair again, "don't you think, pretty wife?"

"Yes," I reply without thinking, "yes, yes, yes, yes-"

"And you will give me your pups," he mutters, "bare my dragons, like a dutiful wife will you not?"

My only response is my body breaking orgasm. I shiver beneath him, falling powerless as I scream his name and crumble, absolutely boneless.

Daemon lets out a string of curses as he milks out my reaction for all he's got.

He does not waver once bit and it maddeningly delicious.

My voice hikes up when I feel him release inside me not too late after.

"Fucking come slut," he barks as he snaps his hips in me, "take it all just like that."

I bury my screams in the cushions he presses on, unrelenting. When he finally does grow sloppy, I take a moment to catch my breath and relish the feel of him.

I whimper when he pulls away and slaps my ass.

"The absolute mess you've made of yourself," he coos, as he rubs the skin he slapped.

I can feel myself leaking, I can feel it all over my legs, on the sheets, and I could practically feel his pleased smile as he watches the lewd display. I could not bring myself to care at all though, not when my legs begin to fall.

I squeak when Daemon rearranges me on the bed. He is not at all as rough as he was with me a while ago, but his strength and my lack thereof does not really allow him to be gentle.

He falls onto the side of the bed next to me and gathers me into his chest. When I roll over to him, I groan at the feeling of my wet thighs pressing together.

"Do not make issue of that," Daemon says as he watches me squirm. He pulls me close to him, arm over my shoulders. His other hand hooks behind my knee, dragging me atop him. I whimper and push my hand on his chest when I feel core empty out on his thigh.

He does not allow me to pull away and I turn to him because of this. Daemon forces me close against him, "are you so haughty over my come that you cannot bare the thought of it-"

"But it's getting everywhere," I start off loudly but end with a whisper.

Daemon's nostrils flare as he shakes his head, "I should sure hope so."

I feel my cheeks burn and so I decide to hide my face in his chest.

His laughter intensifies, and I do not enjoy how my head bounces on his ribcage because of it.

"Oh meekness suits you well, my dear."

I weakly mumble, "fuck off."

His amusement continues as he rubs my arms, "you mean, 'I want you to fuck me, Daemon.' "

"I did not say it like that!" I quip, lifting my head as I turn to him, finally making him cease his stupid laughter. The sight of his stupid smug face still glimmering in slick renders me frozen.

Suddenly I am aware of how cold the room still was.

"Pray tell, how did you say it?" he hums, pushing hair behind my ear.

I furrow my brows and press my cheek on his chest again, admitting lowly, "I didn't say your name at the end."

"My," he draws shapeless figures on my skin, "I'm glad to know the moment is burned in your very being."

"Fuck off," I mutter under my breath, scratching my eye. It dawns onto me that my face was equally as wet as Daemon's. Heat rises up my face again when I realize I really did cry because of how good he felt.

"Don't fret," he sighs, "there is a reason why you should not worry yourself about how your pretty cunt is leaking blood and come. I shall fuc-"

I turn to him in concern and push myself up.

Daemon furrows his brows and shakes his head, "it is normal," he soothes, grabbing my cheek, "or did you just forget your maidenhood was still intact after imagining fucking me?"

I am suddenly aware how real everything was. My husband has finally gotten me to consummate our marriage and all his talk of me bearing his seed could may well come true. My chest begins to constrict as my mind floods with endless scenarios.

"Well, if you start frowning like that, I might actually feel bad," Daemon mutters, lifting himself up on his elbows, "what's wrong?"

I look at his concerned expression and find myself speaking before I realize, "did you mean it?"

"Mean what?" he clarifies quickly.

"That you want me," I quip just as fast.

He stares at me for a moment, as if he was taken aback or measuring the truthfulness in my voice. When a prolonged moment passes between us, he realizes I was serious.

"Fuck," he drops his head back, "it must be exhausting to be a woman with your overthinking."

"Well, pardon me for not-"

"You are pardoned," he blurts, making me whimper when he suddenly flips us over.

I am beneath him again. He does nothing but press his weight on me, but I struggle beneath him, not enjoying the idea of remaining in an uncomfortable position.

He misreads my intentions and hinders me from moving, as he wraps his arms around me, "I just told I want you, that I burn for you, that I want you to mother my children. Do you honestly think I am one to say that to anyone?"

I gulp as he shifts to nestle his face in the crook of my neck, "I..." he breathes against my skin. He does not continue as he opts to kiss my neck instead.

When I move to wrap my own arms around him, he speaks again, "I am at your mercy. You saved me from freezing to death when you could have easily decided to rid of me."

I press my cheek against him and begin to comb through the long hair on his back, "I was serious about my distaste to remarry."

"Well, you will not," he quickly retorts, "you will have me until the end."

I bring my legs around him as I release a sigh, "consider me overjoyed by the thought."

He chuckles as he shifts, "you do not sound-"

"I did not want to admit it," I cut him off, "but I think I..." I turn to him as he lifts his head, "I think I... care for you, Daemon... I-"

"Love you," he finishes, staring at me with an unreadable expression.

And for the first time since our nuptials, he kisses me. He kisses me not because he has to, not for the sake of showing everyone present, but because he wanted to, for the sake of showing me.

He is nothing but warmth, nothing but fire, nothing but him. Daemon is not sweet, but in this moment he put even honey to shame.

He begins to stir on top me, though he makes sure his lips do not leave mine. It is because of my moan that we are broken apart, the moan that leaves me when I feel him slip inside me.

"Daemon-"

"You know how I fuck," he sighs, rubbing his nose against mine, "but now we'll both know how I make love."

[danganronpadespairtime]

Chapter 2 part 1 asks

All responses are in this post for organization. There may be chapter 2 spoilers.

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xmicrophonyx asked: How long did it take you to make the Insane Literature Girl MV? It looked like you spent a lot of time on it!

Making the drawing and video itself took a little over a month. But I had been planning out the text portions (translation, text excerpts, ideas for puzzles) of it for a little over a year (my planning document dates back to May of last year and somehow amassed 12K words..?).

I wasn't working on it continuously for a year, though; it was just an on-off project that I was lazily thinking about for a while.

Anonymous asked: Hi this is a random question but I was wondering if I was just seeing things or not. Does Xander have a tongue piercing? I think in some sprites it looks like he has one and others where it looks like he doesn't. He is totally my favorite character and I love his design by the way!

It's not visible in all of his sprites, but he does indeed have a tongue piercing.

He thought if he had one there he could slip it under his old school's strict "no piercings allowed" policy by just closing his mouth every time a teacher walked by.

Anonymous asked: one genuine question, was there anything specific you were considering when coming up with the cast’s birthdates? or were they pretty much random

Some of the birthdays are specific dates with meaning, then the rest were filled in throughout the remaining months of the year in a somewhat even temporal spread.

xmicrophonyx asked: For this chapter's BDA and fake-out BDA, were they made with 3D assets, just 2D art, or a mix of both? What was the process in making them?

It's a 2D image with a depth map.

Anonymous asked: Is the Hope's Peak the DRDT class went to a high school or something more like a 4-year university for young adults? (Sorry if this has already been addressed somewhere, if the information exists I couldn't find it.)

The second thing. The US's Hope's Peak Academy is post-secondary education. It is equivalent to an American college.

Anonymous asked: I really love the character Fan-Made MVs you do, like for Min and David! Do you plan on making one for every character?

No. I only make MVs for songs that I think fit a character, that I like, and that I have a good MV idea for, which is not something I can control.

Anonymous asked: Does David's new design have a default sprite?

This one is his default sprite.

Anonymous asked: Hi DRDT Dev! This is more of just a simple question and not so much a chapter specific question. We know David like to eat simple foods like ready oat meal. But can he cook small meals like scrambled eggs, omelets or things like that? Oh and how does David normally manage his feelings? I like to think that he journals but this is just a head canon of mine. I'm curious if you could share anything like that about him for us!

He can cook a decent meal, he just prefers not to.

Badly

Anonymous asked: Do the cast have exact ages or are they just deemed “colleges aged adults”?

They all do have exact ages, down to the day, but that's a spoiler. For now, just know that they're over 18.

Anonymous asked: Something I'd been wondering since Rose had talked about her secret with Teruko: She mentions that she was bailed out and came to work under the Spurling Foundation by Richard Spurling. In Bonus Episode #2 with Xander, he mentions the name Duke Spurling with distaste in regards to the Chariton incident. Are Richard Spurling and Duke Spurling the same person? Or separate people? If they're the same person, is Duke a nickname or a title?

Duke Spurling and Richard Spurling are different people, but they are brothers. Duke is (was?) a politician. Richard is a billionaire philanthropist who founded the Spurling Foundation. Duke is not officially affiliated with the Spurling Foundation, but he did receive sizable political donations from that foundation while he was still active in politics.

Duke is a first name, by the way, and not a title. Also, Duke is quite old, in the 80-something-ish age range. Basically, old enough to have been alive during the Tragedy.

Anonymous asked: I was wondering if there are any other characters with canon sexualities?

I said before that I would only confirm sexualities in the story itself, but I changed my mind.

Whit - bisexual Eden - lesbian Ace - gay Veronika - pansexual David - bisexual with a strong female lean. but he describes himself as "straight but also not opposed to any random impulses that may arise" Teruko - unlabeled/explicitly ambiguous

Everyone else is subject to interpretation for now.

citrusircus asked: You've stated before that you don't want any of your assets used with AI, but I'd still like to ask whether or not this extends to the character.ai site (considering no intellectual properly is actually used to make these). Completely understandable if you'd rather people not touch it! Just wanted to clarify.

I don't like character.ai.

tophats-tea asked: Was there a particular incident that caused the scar on Charles’ arm, or was it just a usual chemical spill from working as a chemist?

It's a dog bite scar.

Charles is under the impression that it's a birthmark.

Anonymous asked: why does hu have claws on her hand?

Those are not claws. They are plectra for guzheng.

shi-daisy asked: For my question, I'd like to ask is there anything random you can tell us about Levi? He's my favorite character and I'd love to know any miscellaneous details about him be it preferences or silly info you may have of him or how you came up with his character. Thanks in advance!

He has an almost unruly sweet tooth and will consume an entire bowl of lollipops (his favorite candy) in an hour if he doesn't watch himself.

If you see him in future art with a white stick of some sort in his mouth it's almost certainly a lollipop.

murderacademia asked: Ooh, do you have a random fun fact about Charles as well? :) he’s a big fave of mine! Thank u!

He's secretly very attached to his hair length, and doesn't like the idea of cutting it short.

welpuu asked: do the cast all have favourite colours? if so which ones? (also sorry if this was already asked 😭)

Teruko: red (reasoning: association) Charles: "Why would I assign emotional value to colors? That's a ridiculous waste of energy." (cerulean) Whit: neon pink (reasoning: "Pink!!") Rose: lilac (reasoning: likes subdued colors for their subtlety) Arturo: blueish white (reasoning: sterile) Levi: cerise pink (reasoning: feminine) Eden: daffodil yellow (reasoning: happy) J: black (reasoning: cool) Hu: emerald green (reasoning: elegant) Nico: none (reasoning: no interest) Ace: dark blue/purple (reasoning: refuses to provide reasoning) Arei: azure (reasoning: "I'm blue, so clearly it's the best color!") Min: taupe (reasoning: comforting) Xander: bright red (reasoning: passionate color) Veronika: white in conjunction with other colors (reasoning: brings out other colors well) David: gamboge (reasoning: inspiring)

Since I'm on the topic, here are least favorite colors as well.

Teruko: pitch black (reasoning: unsettling) Charles: dark red (reasoning: looks like blood) Whit: gray (reasoning: boring) Rose: none (reasoning: all colors have their value in the right situations) Arturo: neon colors (reasoning: tasteless) Levi: neon yellow (reasoning: a little hard to style) Eden: blue (reasoning: "Kind of a downer color...") J: pink (reasoning: obvious) Hu: blueish white (reasoning: sterile) Nico: white (reasoning: unsettling) Ace: titian (reasoning: doesn't like himself) Arei: green (reasoning: looks like puke) Min: white and pink together (reasoning: annoying) Xander: dark red (reasoning: looks like blood) Veronika: white in the absence of other colors (reasoning: soulless) David: gray (reasoning: depressing)

cuckaracha asked: but also for a real cool and sexy question. Can we have a totally normal and not fucked up fact about Ace?

When I designed Ace from the start, I wanted him to wear heels (because he is short), but I thought that it was inaccurate for a jockey's outfit, and I didn't do it. But then later I remembered that he isn't jockeying at the moment, so it would have been fine if he wore heels. In any case I decided it'd be okay to add them back in his new design.

When it comes to jockeying, Ace wishes he was shorter (he is on the tall side for a male jockey), but for all other aspects of life he might find it bothersome to be shorter than everyone else. So he might have a tendency to wear shoes that enhance his height. Subtly of course.

Also, he has 9 siblings.

Anonymous asked: taking a note from the levi asker, are there any random fun facts about nico or veronika that you have? those two are my favorites!

Nico cuts their own hair. Veronika's single green earring is a 'good luck charm' given to her by her dearest friend.

welpuu asked: another simple question sorry...im curious about if any of them have favourite ice cream flavours...or like maybe flavours in general? unless thats too broad then the ice cream flavours is fine 😭

Teruko - red bean Charles - coffee Whit - vanilla Rose - red velvet Arturo - chocolate mint Levi - caramel Eden - honeycomb J - black sesame Hu - rose Nico - "the flavor" (doesn't elaborate further) Arei - birthday cake Min - lemon Xander - sauerkraut??? Veronika - funfetti David - pistachio Ace - frozen bananas (actual frozen bananas, not ice cream)

sunriseindigo asked: does rose have a favorite art medium (acrylics, colored pencils, graphite, etc)? also, does she do digital art or is she strictly traditional?

Paints are her specialty, particularly oil, and she rarely uses any other medium. She does not do digital art.

Anonymous asked: would you be willing to spare any fun information about Rose?

Her whole family has plant-themed naming.

Daisy (older sister)

Saffron (younger brother)

Holly (mom)

Iris (mom)

xmicrophonyx asked: Is there any concept art of the DRDT cast?

There is, but it's so embarrassingly awful that I don't think it will see the light of day any time soon.

Other than this.

I'm certain is the first ever drawing of DT. I guess Arei used to have black hair.

Anonymous asked: what does the cast smell like :)

Teruko - Dirt, sawdust, burnt smell Charles - Laundry detergent Rose - Paint and chemicals Arturo - Antiseptic Hu - Womanly perfume (light) Veronika - Womanly perfume (heavy) David - Men's cologne (light) Levi - Men's cologne (heavy). Also, somewhat faintly, leather Nico - Cat Ace - Sweat and menthol Min - Lavender/eucalyptus/lemons/whatever essential oil she decided to use that day Whit - Fruity fun shampoo (for kids) Xander - Men's 3 In One Body Wash (for men). Also, somewhat faintly, gunpowder MonoTV - metal and burning rubber

Anonymous asked: Is the Spurling Foundation and XF-Ture Tech the same thing?

They are totally unrelated institutions. The former is a philanthropic organization, the latter is a for-profit tech company (that also seems to do a lot of other things).

spyrkle4 asked: Question! Will sometime in the future will we know a little more about the sibling characters of some of the cast members? I honestly am just curious about J's brother and wanna know more about him

It’s good to have names to refer to characters, so here are the names of some characters who have been referred to in the story (and additional information about other characters as well)

Fuyuko + Natsuko Nageishi (Arei’s older sisters, by around 2-5 years): They are identical twins, in both appearance and persona. Actually, their appearances are mirrored. The two of them are always seen together and share everything with each other. They are best friends and very close.

Ryan Rosales (J’s younger brother, by about 1-2 years): He likes playing video games, and the two of them play games often. He also loves annoying J. One of his hobbies is cross-dressing.

Elliot “Ellie” Cuevas (Charles’ older brother, by about 11-13 years): Although he has not had an appearance yet, he looks shockingly similar to how Charles looks now. His favorite food is pancakes and his favorite animal is dogs.

Felicity Giles (Arturo's younger sister, by about 3-4 years): She also has not made an appearance yet. She has low self-esteem and admires Arturo a lot.

These characters (and others) have reference sheets, but those are meant for internal use only, so maybe later I will draw reference of their designs to show you all.

zamazencian asked: Is there a fun fact about Xander you could share? He's my favorite guy :D

He has a very weak sense of taste, and most normal foods taste bland to him. As a result, anything he cooks has an overwhelmingly strong flavor that makes it almost inedible to other people. He seems unaware of this.

sourapplecake asked: what kind of accent does xander have? i can’t tell if it’s british or australian or what 😭🙏 <- a little slow

British.

Anonymous asked: Do you ever have any plans of making promotional splash art in the future? I apologize if this has already been asked!!

Not really.

Anonymous asked: Is Min, like... truly really into essential oils and healing stuff?

She is aware that essential oils don't have any scientifically proven meaningfully significant benefits, but finds them relaxing nonetheless.

Anonymous asked: Does David wear hairclips because he likes them or is there some other reason?

It's his manager's idea for "branding." But David thinks they're embarrassingly stupid looking and doesn't like wearing them.

saraanzu asked: do you have the death order for the rest of the show decided in your head already, or are you figuring it out as you go along?

Decided from the start.

xmicrophonyx asked: Any fun facts about Whit?

He's the best cook in the cast. His specialty is French.

Anonymous asked: where did David's hairclip's go after he had his little transformation in chap2? cuz it looked like he ate them lol

www.google.com/search?q=pants+pocket&tbm=isch

Anonymous asked: hi, sorry if this is a silly question but how do you pronounce davids surname? ive seen it pronounced "chee - em" or "keem" but i just wanted to know if there's an official way to say it teehee

CHEE-em

chee as in cheese

em as in seem

0-kaiya-0 asked: Will there be more FTEs?

Maybe, but I'm not sure I want to put out any more polls.

Anonymous asked: will there be any canon couples?

I'm not one to write romance, so don't count on it.

Anonymous asked: Are people allowed to make nsfw content of your characters?

Sure.

Anonymous asked: How is Veronikas last name pronounced?

GRE-ben-SHI-ko-va

Gre as in regret

ben as in the name Ben

shi as in shiba inu

ko as in cold

By the way, here's a tip for (approximate) name pronunciation. If you can identify the origin of the name, go to Google Translate, type it in the left box, set the left language to the appropriate language, and hit the speaker/play button to have it read out-loud.

[writingforstraykids]

More than friends

Pairing: Minho x Chan x fem!reader / Minchan x fem!reader

Word Count: 5069

Summary: Having a crush on both Minho and Chan, you hate seeing them stupidly in love and happy. One day, you snap at Chan, hurting Minho in the process. Minho picks you up the next day since you two have a lot to talk about and sets some boundaries...

Tags/Warnings: angst, emotional hurt/comfort, jealousy, friends to lovers, first kiss, fight between reader and chan, minho calls reader kitten, jealous!reader, protective!chan, soft!minho

A/N: Have fun reading 😊~Moon🌙

PART TWO

I can't help but love you Even though I try not to I can't help but want you I know that I'd die without you War of Hearts ~ Ruelle

You've known Chan your whole life, your mothers being best friends and having you only a few months apart. He's been like an older brother to you growing up, and you knew there'd never be a better friend than him. You've been heartbroken when he had to move to Korea to work hard for his dreams but supported him nevertheless. Growing up, you had a crush on him, which only grew as he got older. About a year ago, you went to visit him and got to know his roommate Minho, who happened to be the main dancer of his group. Minho was very polite and fun to be around, and you became friends fast. Going back home, you realized you had also developed a small crush on him. When you visited two months later, Chan very nervously confessed that he was bi, which didn't seem like an issue to you at all until he told you that he had a boyfriend now. Minho. 

It broke your heart a little, realizing you wouldn't have a chance with either of them now, especially because you promised Chan to move in for good once you'd moved to Korea. You've spent days crying in your room, trying to be happy for your friends but pitying yourself at the same time. But of course, you moved in with them two months ago, knowing there was no chance you'd be able to afford your own apartment in the beginning. For a while, it went well until you started to get jealous of Minho. He had not only stolen your heart but also your first crush. 

-

Minho sits next to you on the sofa, helping you with your assignments for university since you sometimes still struggle with Korean a little. You like his way of explaining things to you, making sure always to sprinkle in a joke when things get too frustrating. Everything is fine until Chan comes back home from the company, plops down on the sofa, and wraps his arms around Minho, pulling him into a loving kiss. "Missed you," he tells him gently, and Minho smiles sweetly, squeezing his hand. 

"Of course you did," he teases lovingly. Chan hums softly, deepening the kiss and brushing back his hair lovingly. "Channie," Minho says softly since you're sitting right next to them. 

"Oh please, she's seen almost as much of me as you have," he snorts, kissing him again. You glance at them and feel quite lonely, seeing how soft and caring they are with each other. This is all you ever wanted, with someone like Chan. Or Minho. 

"There's dinner in the fridge, love," Minho tells him, pulling back. 

"Great, I'm starving," he nods, and Minho laughs. 

"Go take a shower, I'll warm it up for you," he says. 

Chan's face covers with a beautiful smile. "Aw, you're the best, baby," he smiles. "Isn't he the best, Y/N?" he asks, finally acknowledging your existence. 

"Chan," Minho says gently, getting up. 

"Sure thing," you shrug, focusing on your laptop. "He's your boyfriend, you kinda have to say that." 

Chan frowns at you. "Well, he wouldn't be mine if he wasn't," he tells you. 

Mine. Something you had longed for him to call you for years. "So you're saying you'd replace him as soon as something better comes along?" you ask, knowing you are being mean now. You don’t dare to look at Minho but notice how he has stopped moving in the kitchen. 

"That's not - Min, that's not what I said," Chan protests. 

"Don't pull me into this," Minho laughs halfheartedly, slowly stirring his food. 

"Yeah, don't, you can talk for yourself. You don't need your perfect boyfriend to do that for you as well, do you?" you ask, and Chan's jaw drops. 

Minho bites back a sigh, closing his eyes for a moment. He knows what's going on; he knew from the moment he met you. The way you gazed at Chan wasn't how you looked at your best friend. He really likes you, he loves spending time with you…alone. As soon as Chan is there, you act all different, almost seeming jealous. "Chan, love, didn't you want to take a shower?" he asks gently, trying to deescalate the situation subtly.

Chan ignores him. "Why are you being such an ass?" he asks you. "You got enough sleep last night?" 

"That was a little hard with you fucking his brains out last night," you give back sourly. 

It grows very quiet in the room, and Chan stares at you, stunned. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry," Minho speaks up, and it's the first time you look at him. He looks embarrassed, uncomfortable even. "I told you the walls aren't that thick," he whispers to Chan. 

"I wouldn't care, it's your home, after all. You're just not exactly quiet," you say, mentally slapping yourself for that comment. Minho's eyes widen, cheeks flushing red with embarrassment, and the spoon drops from his hand. "But you seemed to have a great time, so I guess that's fine." 

Chan takes a look at Minho, who suddenly looks very anxious. And that pisses him off immensely. "Y/N." 

"What, Chris?" you ask, switching to English. You know Minho has struggles keeping up with it. "You think I wanted this? You've always talked about us moving in together once I'm done with school." 

"Well, I have a boyfriend now, you said you liked him. You said you'd love getting to know him more and move in with us," Chan snaps right back at you, having enough. 

"I didn't say I'm okay with watching you make out with him on the sofa. Listening to you having sex next door. Hearing all that disgustingly cute stuff you tell him all day," you give back, and Chan's expression darkens. 

"He was here first, idiot. This is his home as much as it is mine, and he was the one telling me you could move in with us," he tells you angrily. "He did nothing but being kind to you, making sure you feel welcomed and have everything you need." 

"I seriously don't get it, Chris. You could've had everyone. You're warm and open to everyone. Why would you go for him? I know you think he's perfect, but he doesn't open up to you the way you do. How can you be with someone unable to express their emotions?" you ask, watching him grow pale. You know you're making up shit now, so pissed that Chan and Minho, the only two guys you ever fell in love with, had to fall for each other. 

Chan turns to Minho, who is staring at you in pure shock. "She's talking shit, baby," he says worriedly. 

Minho swallows hard, tears brimming his eyes, as he puts down the spoon and turns off the stove. "I-I think I'll let you two continue on your own," he says quietly, unable to meet your eyes. 

Your heart sinks, realizing he must've understood more than you thought. "Oh god, I'm so sorry," you say timidly. 

"Liar," Minho says, grabbing his phone from the sofa. Chan reaches out for him, but he gently shakes him off. "Please don't, this is a conversation I don't want to be part of anymore," he tells him. "Sorry for waking you up, it will probably happen again if you intend to stay here," Minho tells you before leaving without another word. 

Chan looks after him, and you two remain silent for a moment. "What the fuck was that?" he asks then. 

"I'm sorry," you tell him quietly. 

"Something is seriously wrong with you," he says sharply, making you flinch a little. "He's amazing, and if you're too blind to see that, that's your issue. Don't make it mine." 

You chew on your lower lip nervously. Yes, Minho is amazing. He is funny, he’s kind, he is incredibly beautiful and caring. That is exactly the issue. "Chan, come on." 

"You switched languages to exclude him, how bitchy was that? And you fucking knew he understands, he just struggles with speaking it," he tells you, clearly pissed off. "That's so messed up, I don't even know what to say. I don't want to hear another word from you today, you've crossed a line." 

"Fine," you huff and collect your things, quickly going to your room. You throw your things onto your desk and swallow hard. You've been really awful, Minho didn't deserve that. Sighing, you look around the room and groan, seeing all the things Minho had paid for when you came here. One time, Chan was working he had taken you on a shopping spree to make your room more comfortable. On the desk is a picture of the three of you and some of the day you met Minho's cats for the first time. You stare down at his small comments in your book so you won't forget them again when you study on your own. Now you feel like a complete bitch and only want to disappear. 

Minho sits at the edge of their bed, staring out of the window. He's nervously picking his skin and chewing his lower lip at the same time. He doesn't turn when Chan steps inside, being able to tell it is him by the way he moves. The mattress dips beneath Chan's weight as he sits down next to him. 

"Minho, baby?" he asks softly, and Minho takes his hand, still not looking at him. "You're okay?" 

"No," Minho answers quietly. "I know you told me not to believe in those things," he tells him and feels fresh tears brim his eyes. "But why do I keep hearing them as soon as someone wants to hurt me?" 

"Minnie," Chan says gently. 

"People always go for your weak spots then," he says. 

"Your weak spot is how insecure you get when someone talks shit about you, she knows that," he tells him. "It's not that you're cold or unable to open up." 

"I thought I was being more open," he says quietly. "Also with her, even though I usually don't when I don't know someone that well. Fuck, Chan, I made her her favorite meal from home because she said she missed it today. Now I feel fucking stupid for doing it," he admits. 

"She's being an asshole," he tells him, and Minho laughs weakly, shaking his head. 

"She's hurt," he says. "She can't blame you, so she blames me." 

"What? What did I do?" he asks confused. 

Minho turns to him, a big tear rolling down his cheek. "You fell in love with me, Channie." 

Chan stares at him before his eyes widen. "No way." 

Minho smiles sadly as Chan cups his face, wiping his tears away. "I know that look. She's heartbroken. I can't blame her for that." 

"Even if she is, which is ridiculous, it's not okay to hurt you," he says sourly. 

"Love makes us do weird things," he shrugs his shoulders. 

"You mean like me tripping down the stairs and landing on your flowers because I got so nervous?" he asks, and Minho laughs. 

"Yeah, like that," he smiles gently at that memory. 

"Oh, come here, baby," he says softly, pulling him into a tight hug. "No matter what others say, you'll be nothing less than perfect to me." 

Minho squeezes him tightly, burying his face in his chest. "She's been your best friend your whole life, I hoped she'd like me." Which wasn't the whole truth. Minho thought about you a lot and started to like you more and more. Sometimes, he even thinks he is starting to fall for you. 

Chan doesn't know what to say and kisses his head. "We'll figure this out, okay?" he asks after a moment, and Minho hums gently. 

-

When you finally dare to leave your room again and make your way downstairs, you spot them on the sofa. Minho's sitting on Chan's lap cuddled up in his arms with him. His reddish eyes meet yours as you grab yourself a drink, and you can tell you hurt him. "There's still some left for you," he says suddenly, nodding towards the stove. 

"Oh, thank you," you barely get out. 

"You need help warming it up?" he asks, knowing you are struggling with the stove still. 

You nod timidly, and Chan stares at you as if he wants to tell you that this is Minho's way of showing how much he cares about someone. Not words but actions. 

Minho gets up and steps next to you, testing the temperature first. The only sound that can be heard is the TV playing in the background for a moment. 

"Min, I'm sorry, I don't know what has gotten into me today," you tell him quietly enough only for him to hear. 

Minho sighs softly and glances at you for a moment. "You know exactly what was going on."

"What?" you ask nervously. 

"I'm not blind, Y/N. I know you've been in his life much longer than I have, and you've probably cared for him the way I do for a longer time as well," he says gently and grabs a plate for you. "I can't change the fact he told me he loves me… what should I have done? Neglect my own feelings? Hurting him and myself instead by pretending I wasn't in love with him the moment I met him?" he asks and fills your plate for you. "We can't decide who we fall in love with, but we also can't decide who falls in love with us," he tells you, and you'd like to be mad at him, but you can tell he means well. "Don't ruin what you have by being jealous of me," he says with a passionate smile, handing you your plate. "Now stop sulking and sit down, our show's about to start." 

You stand still with your plate for a moment until he gently grabs your shoulders and pushes you forward. Chan watches the two of you quietly as his boyfriend makes sure his best friend feels comfortable. He can't believe how kind Minho's heart is sometimes as he also hands you a blanket. Minho climbs back into his lap, intertwining their hands, and relaxes into him. You quietly eat your dinner, paying attention to the screen and trying to ignore the fact that Chan hasn't said a word since you came. "It really tastes just like home," you tell him timidly. 

"That's good to hear, kitten," Minho smiles at you shortly, and you feel even more guilty. 

There was no way you could hate him. Minho was a literal angel, and you got why Chan fell that hard for him. Minho's naturally beautiful, he's funny, and he's the most caring person you know. The more time you spent together, the more you thought he even outdid your ever-caring Chan with that. You don't know why you chose to say exactly what he had told you his haters say about him. Because you knew he wasn't any of that. 

Once the episode ends, Minho gets up and gently ruffles Chan's hair. "Don't stay up too long, you have a busy day tomorrow." 

"I'll try," Chan nods and smiles as Minho leans down, cups his face, and kisses him sweetly. 

Minho grabs your plate as he passes you by, gently patting your shoulder. "You stay calm tomorrow during your exam, you'll do great." 

"Thank you," you say quietly. When you look over at Chan, he's giving you a look that screams "bitch are you serious?". You wait until Minho's upstairs and turn a little. "Can we talk about this?" 

"I'm not the one you should talk about that to," he shook his head. 

"I hurt you too," you try gently. 

"I don't know what was going on, and I don't think I want to," he tells you firmly. "You have to get one thing, Y/N. He's my boyfriend, he means everything to me, and he makes me so damn happy, which you wanted after that shitty training period. I know this might make you feel left out at times, and I'm sorry about that, I really am, but I won't start hiding in my own house." 

"I get that," you nod gently. 

"I love you, but if you ever talk shit about him like that, you'll get into serious trouble with me," Chan tells you. "Don't think I wouldn't tell him the same if it had been the other way around." 

"Okay," you whisper timidly. 

Chan searches your eyes for a moment. "Min cares about you so much more than you could even imagine," he tells you. "I wish you could see that." Something that Minho had told him in the beginning was that he was open to the idea of having more than one partner. Chan knew you were Minho's type, and how he cared for you showed him he was probably right about his suspicion of Min developing a crush on you. He couldn’t blame him for that because you were beautiful inside out.

“What?” you ask, confused.

“You’ve been hopelessly romantic for as long as I can remember, but you’re so blind when it’s right in front of your eyes,” he sighs softly and gets up. “I’m gonna get some sleep now, I suggest you fix this with him tomorrow. I’ll kick your ass if you didn’t when I’m back home.” 

“Relax,” you sigh softly. “I already tried to apologize.”

“You tried?” he asks, amused.

“Yeah, he… never mind,” you tell him, ignoring his confused expression. 

-

Minho gently blows a strand of hair from his eyes, leaning against his car. He adjusts his sunglasses as someone looks at him suspiciously. He knows the look; people wondering if it’s actually him and debating if they should walk up to him or not. Shoving his hands into his coat pockets, he crosses his legs casually and sighs softly, squinting his eyes as he looks up the facade of the university building. 

“What’s so interesting up there?” you ask, turning and looking up as well. 

Minho chuckles softly. “Doesn’t it look like rain later?” he asks, looking back at you as you turn, your hair falling down your shoulders as you do. He smiles a little to himself as he takes in the sight of you and eases your bag from your hands. “How was the exam, kitten?” he asks curiously. 

You search his eyes, wondering if he was fucking with you. But there’s no anger, no disgust, and not even the hurt that had filled his beautiful brown orbs only yesterday. He seems…genuinely happy to see you. “I think I did alright.”

“Great,” he nods, satisfied. 

“What-what are you- I didn’t expect to see you here today,” you finally get out, squinting your eyes at him. 

“Why?” he asks calmly. 

“I-uhm-I mean-,” you stammer and swallow as he reaches up, brushing back your hair for you. 

“This is me being open,” he tells you kindly. “I know I’m not great with words, but Channie always says my actions speak for me, and I started to like that thought. So no, even though you’ve been a complete dick yesterday, I won’t let you take the bus and risk getting soaked.”

“I…I hope you know I didn’t mean what I said yesterday,” you tell him.

“Why did you say it then?” he asks, making you nervous. He searches your eyes for a moment before nodding to himself. “You did want to hurt me. Maybe even get me so far that I'd pick a fight with Chan, saying what a shitty best friend he has, which would lead to him being pissed at me.”

You watch him put your bag in the back of his car and open the door for you. “Minho,” you try gently. 

“Get in,” he says firmly, and you comply immediately. He gets in himself, buckles up, and starts the car. "I may seem like it sometimes but believe me, I'm not that easily truly pissed off. So, that backfired," he says, driving onto the road. "What did you expect to happen? That we'd break up, and you'd be there comforting him, and he'd end up falling for you?" he asks, raising his eyebrows at you, almost amused. 

"Come on, I wouldn't think of something like that," you snort. 

He shrugs his shoulders and focuses back on the road. "I don't know what the fuck you thought. Do you know what two days ago meant for me and Chan?" 

"No," you shook your head. 

"Two days ago, the night we, unfortunately, kept you up, it's been one and a half years ago that he asked me to be his boyfriend," Minho tells you, and your face falls as you start calculating in your head. "When I got to know you about a year ago, I asked him not to tell you yet because I wanted to get to know you on a neutral basis. In your eyes, I was his roommate, and I think we clicked rather quickly."

You stare at him, tears brimming your eyes. Chan told you seven months into the relationship that Minho was his boyfriend. Seven months. "You're lying. He wouldn't keep that a secret for so long." 

Minho glances at you, and compassion laces his features. "He was scared you'd judge him for it at first. Then, after five months, we decided to move in together, and we weren't sure if it would work out once it was only the two of us. Around that time, you visited, and after I told him, he should tell you the next time you visit."

"Five months is a little rushed, don't you think?" you ask, wondering why that was the one thing that came to your mind. 

"Let me put it this way, your best friend is incredibly horny, and it got exhausting hiding from our friends all the time," Minho tells you and rolls his eyes to himself. "But yes, it was a little rushed." 

You nod slowly before staring at the road ahead stubbornly. "Does he know you're telling me this now? The relationship stuff?" 

"No," Minho shakes his head. "We trust each other, he'll be fine with it." 

"That's not your decision to make," you frown. 

"It's my relationship as much as it is his. You're acting weird towards me, not him, so I can tell you whatever I want, my dear," he says patiently. "You're in love with him?" he asks as he stops at a red light and looks at you. 

You swallow hard and close your eyes in defeat. "I've been in love with him for years," you whisper. 

"And you never told him?" he asks gently. 

"No," you shake your head. "I was too afraid he'd push me away, and I'd ruin our friendship." 

"God, you're just like him," Minho groans softly. "When I met him, he couldn't stop talking about that girl he knew back in Australia and how much she meant to him. It was obvious he had a crush on her." 

"What?" you ask quietly. 

"We got closer, and I fell for him more with every passing day. I tried to tell myself to stop it because I didn't think I'd stand a chance against you," Minho tells you, parking the car in front of the house. He turns the keys and leans back in his seat. "It felt awful having him right there but knowing he wasn't mine and he'd never be. I was starting to give up, but then, one night, he showed up and told me that he developed feelings for a guy to test my reaction. Y/N, when he kissed me, I felt whole again for the first time in ages," he says, and you can tell he's getting emotional. "I love him so much, and I can't imagine a life without him by my side anymore. He's everything I have, and I -," he cuts himself off as he feels tears brimming his eyes. "I know how you feel, okay? I don't want to feel threatened by you. I really don't because then I'll start getting nasty too," he says very quietly. “I’ll fuck you up if you try and destroy what we have, I mean it.”

You swallow hard, trying to process what he has just revealed. Chan had a crush on you when he came to Korea? "Minho, I had no idea," you say gently, placing your hand on his thigh. 

"I try not to think of it that way, but I wasn't his first choice, you know. It was you, and when I met you, I knew why," he tells you, blinking back tears. "Stop feeling jealous about that. I should be the one scared to lose Chan in case he decides you're better for him after all. I wouldn't even blame him because you're right. I have trouble opening up because I've been hurt before, but I'm learning because I trust him."

"Hey," you say gently. "Don't you ever believe you're something less than Chan's first choice. He loved you enough to be brave and offer his heart. You should've seen how protective he got yesterday." 

Minho presses his lips together tightly before looking at you again. Your breath stops as tears threaten to spill from his eyes, his hands trembling. "You didn't see the hope in his eyes when I told him you're in love with him." 

You hesitantly take his hand, and he lets you. "Minnie, I mean it. I've been an asshole and have no right to destroy what you two have. You're perfect for him, and maybe that's what pissed me off so much; I can't find any flaws," you tell him. 

"There are a lot," he shakes his head. 

"I highly doubt that," you say, and he laughs weakly. "I mean, look at you. You're funny, you're smart, you're so caring and kind. You're an incredible dancer and singer. You have very pretty eyes and-."

"You think I have pretty eyes?" he asks, blushing softly. 

"And very kissable-looking lips," you nod. "No wonder he keeps on harassing you with kisses no matter what you do," you say, pulling a genuine laugh from him. 

Minho hastily wipes away a single tear falling down his cheek and exhales shakily. "I'm sorry he wasn't brave enough to tell you." 

"Don't be," you shake your head. 

"You deserve to be loved just as much as he does," he tells you, squeezing your hand tightly. "I'm…I'm okay with sharing, Chan," he says, searching your eyes observantly. "But not with losing him." 

You need a moment to get what he means. "You mean you'd be okay if I had a relationship with Chan at the same time as you do?" 

Minho nods very slowly. "I have no idea if that's what he wants…but I'll tell him that I won't be in the way if that's something he wants." 

"What if that’s not all I want?" you ask, and insecurity flickers in his eyes, which makes you wonder if that's what Chan had meant yesterday. Did Minho care about you that way? 

"You mean…," he trails off, sinking into your curious eyes. Did you mean it the way he thinks you did?

"I do think you have very pretty eyes..and kissable lips. I've been thinking about that since the day we met," you admit, and his lips part in surprise. Minho leans in at the same time as you do, and you search each other's eyes for another moment before your lips meet. Fuck, Chan was right, he's an incredible kisser. Minho's hand shoots up, resting on your cheek and pulling you in closer. 

Suddenly, he pulls back and stares at you with wide eyes. "Fuck, I shouldn't have - oh god, I'm sorry," he stammers. "I should've talked to him first." 

"Minho, calm down," you tell him, but he's already pulling the keys and getting out. "Fuck," you whisper to yourself. 

-

When Chan comes home, Minho's sitting at the kitchen island, bracing his head on his hand. He looks deep in thought, anxious even. "Baby?" he asks worriedly, and Minho's eyes flicker up at him. "What's wrong?" 

"I fucked up," he whispers.

"What?" he asks confused, and puts down his bag before sitting down opposite him. 

"I love you, you know that, right?" Minho asks timidly. 

"Of course I do," he assures him and offers his hand. Minho takes it, and Chan frowns, noticing he is shaking. 

"I - uhm- remember when I told you that I'm open about having more than one partner?" he asks, and Chan nods gently. "And I also promised to tell you if that's ever the case before anything happens, right?"

Chan nods and straightens up a little. "Did something happen?" he asks gently. 

"I picked her up, and we talked about yesterday. I told her that I always thought I'd never have a chance because of your crush on her and how things developed then," Minho starts, and Chan watches him intently. "She seemed to get it and got really sweet. I told her that if you'd have no issue, I'm willing to share you and-," he looks up, almost a little panicked, as you walk down the stairs. 

Chan slowly turns his head, and meeting your eyes, he knows. He looks back at Minho, who looks incredibly guilty and swallows hard. "I kissed him," you say, bracing yourself for an outburst of Chan. 

"You kissed my boyfriend?" Chan asks, very slowly looking back at you. 

"Yes," you say quietly. "I know what you see in him, Chan, I'd be blind if I didn't."

"I told you to talk to him," he says before laughing. "I didn't think you'd take this a whole step further," he grins. 

"You're not mad?" Minho asks and tilts his head at him. 

"We've talked about this, baby. I could tell you like her more than a friend, and she's so desperate for love she doesn't pick up on a damn signal," he rolls his eyes at you. "I knew one day I'd come home, and you'd tell me you met someone. It's even better knowing it's my best friend." 

Minho's face softens, and he visibly relaxes. "And you're okay with that?" 

Chan smiles at him fondly. "I am very okay with that." 

“Great…because there’s more,” Minho nods gently, and Chan frowns at him.

“More?” he asks puzzled.

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Behind closed doors- part III

>summary: Han isn’t too happy to find out what his sister is doing lately

>author’s note: I don’t know how I feel about it but I thought the idea was nice ig… I can also take requests if you want to haha THIS IS THE LAST PART

>warning: fluff

>pairing: lee minho x han jisung's sister

On that night you and Jisung bonded again, healing the wounds you caused each other. You finally got your brother back after weeks of ignoring each other.

He made a plan to redeem himself and fix what he broken. Han was regretting the way he made the both of you feel.

Thats why, little to your knowledge, you were outside the JYPE company after weeks of refusing to go there, with some food Jisung asked you to bring. He told you he had dance practice today and that he forgot his snacks and he was feeling a bit edgy today.

To your surprise, the man you were meeting behind the dance studio door wasn’t your brother. It was your lover, well technically ex lover.

- Hi! you said with a little voice I am looking for Jisung!

- He is at the dorm today. He has a day off!

- Oh…. He didnt tell me…

- How are things between you? he asked with a voice so little you could barely hear it

- We are ok now. He is being nice lately. How about you two? Did everything go back to normal?

-Not really. It’s really awkward between us… He- I can see how guilty he feels about it all and I felt guilty too for a while. We forgave each other but I can still see the guilt in his eyes…

-Yeah he still feels guilty about it all. I see it too. But please don’t hold a grudge against him.

-I don’t. I don’t blame him as I would’ve probably done the same, but his guilt wont change the fact that I lost you!

-I am so sorry Min! I know you hate me, god I hate myself! But please, please try to work things put with him.

- Who said I hate you? God I love you way too much to even think about hating you!

-You do?

-Would it change anything if I would?

-It would change everything Min! You whispered softly

-I do! I love you so much I dressed your pillow in your shirt and hugged it every night before sleep! I love you so much that you are the only thing on my mind. I love so so much that I cannot even breathe without you being right by my side!

Without a second thought you dropped the bag of snack that you still had in your hand, along with your bag and ran straight into his arms, collapsing your lips on his.

He hold you so close and so tight as if he was scared you’d disappear. He kissed you back so passionately until you ran out of breath.

-I love you so so much too Min! You whispered between your breaths hugging him closer to you

Minho kissed you softly again and again and again until you heard giggles from the door. You slowly break away, turning to the door.

-I guess my plan worked? said a shy Han

-I don’t know, was your plan to get your sister to kiss me?

- I- it was supposed to get you back together… Didn’t it worked? You just kissed I thought-

- We did kiss Ji, but that doesn’t mean he will give me another chance.

- Thats not even a question jagiya! You’re all mine from now on! All mine only mine! said Minho kissing your temple

-Well then I guess your plan worked Ji!

- Are you ok with me dating your sister Hanjishi?

-I know I was a brat last time, but honestly I would rather have someone I trust date her than someone who will break her heart!

-Thank you Ji! You said running to hug him

-Just so you know Minho hyung, you hurt her and I’m going for your babies! said han with a serious tone

-I wouldn’t even dare to hurt her! And by the way, Im not letting you near Soonie Doognie or Dori ever again!

You laugh at the most important boys in your life. You were happy again! You made up with your brother, you got back together with the love of your life! Life was good again because your life was back into your arms!

Author’s note:

This is the last part. Its short but I didn’t feel the story the way I felt it at the start. I gave them the ending they deserved and I hope you guys like it even a little. Its not the best story and Im not the best writer, I can’t even call myself a writer lol, but I enjoyed writing it so I will continue to write stuff. My requests are open if you have any ideas you want to share, even if its a written story or a fake text scenario. I hope you guys liked it and you’ll hear from me soon

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Flashback:

"Get dressed up."

"Won't you cuddle with me? Like, even for five min—"

"Don't you understand that I have to work? Isn't sex enough for you? Why are you too needy?"

"I'm sorry..."

You sat up, pulling up the sheets to cover your body, as you watched your boyfriend, Hotaru, dress up. It's as if you were dipped in the pit of shame as you watched him leave without saying a word.

Sometimes you just can't help but cry because of Hotaru's coldness, but then the situation's different today. You didn't cry, despite the pain. You just laid down, stared at the ceiling, and sighed, telling yourself incessantly that perhaps he's just tired.

You didn't notice that you had drifted back to sleep until you felt a flick on your forehead. There, you sat up, wrapping the sheets to cover your body as you realised it was Giyu. He was looking at you with worry in his eyes, but you didn't care about that.

As red as a tomato, you threw your pillow at his face, which he easily caught. "What was that for?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at you.

"Why the heck are you here?"

"Is that how you greet your nii-chan?"

"You're not my brother, psycho. And as you can see, I'm naked, so—"

"So what? I've seen all that when we were younger."

"Idiot! Get out of my room!"

You were blushing madly, but Giyu seems unaffected by this. Oh well, he's been your brother ever since you lost your family, so things like this don't surprise him at all. He rolled his eyes and went out, closing the door behind him.

You sighed and finally got dressed, embarrassed that he had to see you like that.

After a few minutes, you went out, and you saw him eating ramen while sitting on your couch. "Oh, there you are. I made you ramen," he said, pointing at the bowl in front of him.

You're starving; being 18, almost 19, and doing things really is tiring. So then, you sat across from him and grabbed the bowl. No words were exchanged until both of you finished eating.

And there, Giyu looked at you with intense eyes. "Hotaru's been here again, I suppose," he said, crossing his arms. You didn't want to answer, but then the veins on Tomioka's forehead started to pop out in anger.

So, you looked down and said, "Yes." A loud thug made you look up, and there, you saw Tomioka, who was pissed off. He slammed the table with his fist before he stood up and went to the kitchen.

You followed him, feeling the guilt sink in. He had told you a lot of times to stay away from that man. Firstly, he is double your age, and secondly, he doesn't treat you right. Ever since you started with Hotaru, your behaviour has changed so much that you even shut the world away just to be with your boyfriend.

"You're helpless, Y/N. I've lost count of how many times I told you to stay away from that jerk! And now, I'll be seeing you in that state instead of heading to school? What the heck? Just because you have your own flat now and live alone doesn't mean that you can waste your life and do any craziness you want!"

Tomioka snapped in rage as he looked at you with disappointment in his eyes. You have never seen him this mad before. Whenever he tries to talk to you about this topic, he is usually so understanding, but now... Perhaps he had too much.

Too much of what seems to be still not enough for you to leave your toxic relationship...

“No. Why do you want me to hate Hotaru? He’s not the worst. He’s just stressed at work. We’ll never know about that because we’re still students.”

"The heck is that reason? Y/N, I'm trying to protect you from—"

"And I don't need that, Tomioka-san. Please don't make me hate you."

You know how bratty you sound right now, but you don't care anymore. Tears ran down your face as you looked down, but then your sobbing stopped when you felt Tomioka's warmth embrace you.

The man can't take the fact that you're crying right now. He just loves you so much as his little sister, and he doesn't want you to hate him. So even if it is not aligned with his virtues, Tomioka said,

"I'll let this slip this time. But please don't waste your life. You're so much better than this."

And of course, you didn't listen to Tomioka. Weeks had passed since that incident, and you never settled things with Hotaru. You let him treat you the way he had always treated you.

An option.

It was painful, but you always loved him. Tomioka still tried to reach out, but you always shut him down. And yes, it came to the point where he tried to not talk about it anymore.

But of course, like your friend, you reached your limit. Finally.

Another tiring day, another hot sex, and now Hotaru's like this again.

“Are you a fucking idiot? Can’t you see that I’m busy? Why can’t you get that through your thick skull? You’re fucking clingy like a pest. Can you just leave me alone?”

You felt little as you fell to the floor after he shoved you away from hugging him. What was he doing anyway? He was just watching people sharpen their swords, or whatever that was. Is that more important than you?

Oh well, other things had really been more important than me.

Tears fell down on your cheek, and you started sobbing like a child while still sitting on the floor helplessly. Things seem to fall into place. Hotaru doesn't love you, and all the people around you are right.

While you're busy wasting your life for him, he's busy using you for his pleasure. Who are you anyway? You're just like a slut to him that he can fuck whenever he wants to. You're not that important to him at all.

And as if to fuel these thoughts, Hotaru turned to you when he heard your sobs. "What a fucking drama queen! What do you want? Another round? Go to bed then, and I'll make you stop crying."

"What am I to you?"

"Huh?"

Astonished by your question, Hotaru raised an eyebrow. "The fuck?" he said while grunting.

"Do you even love me?"

"What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you being childish? Can you just shut up?"

"I don't like this anymore, Hotaru. Let's break up."

Your words have astounded the man so much that he has lost his strength to speak.

"You're kidding, right?"

"Let's break up."

You said it once again, with your voice shaking in pain. Slowly, you stood up and gathered your things, which were left on his floor. But then, before you could step out of his door, Hotaru embraced you and buried his face in your hair.

"Hey. Let's fix this, okay? I'm sorry, angel. You know I love you, right? I'll marry you, I promise."

"I don't want this anymore. You're only treating me okay when you need something from me. And after that, what happens? This?!"

"No, you must be confused. Fuck, I'm such a jerk. I'm so sorry. Can we please go back inside? Angel, let's talk. I love you."

"I'm sorry, Hotaru. But I can't do this anymore..."

You faced him with tears running down your cheeks. If you don't end this now, you won't have the courage to do it next time. You let go of his hand and walked away, but then,

"Perhaps you're cheating on me. Maybe with that Tomioka. Perhaps you're fucking him. That's why you have the guts to tell me this, you slut."

Disgust was plastered on your face as you turned to him. Gripping at the hem of your skirt, you gulped and tried your best to not scream, but then...

"Fuck you! I've wasted my life on you, and now you'll accuse me of this? And what's worse is with the guy whom I've treated as my brother? What's wrong—UH! I can't take this anymore!"

"Y/N!"

But before he could ever reach you, you finally managed to slip out of his house and disappear through the crowd.

And yes, that same night, you found yourself crying inside Tomioka's room, with him trying to comfort you with his brotherly love.

And yes, months passed, and you grieved. Hotaru didn't contact you ever again, and that's when you restarted your life, as nothing will happen if you let your past control you.

End of Flashback

You woke up panting. It has been a few days since that stressful day at the hospital. Before you could sit up, you turned to see, and there, Sanemi had already been awake beside you, giving you a worried look.

Tears ran down your cheeks as you turned to him and buried your face in his chest. The math teacher already knows what happened. Another nightmare.

These bad dreams have been plaguing you once again, and sometimes you're afraid to sleep. So, Sanemi decided that he'd stay at your house for a while. And yes, that also means that he told his siblings that he'd be staying with his friend for a project, as they weren't as aware of your relationship as the faculty.

Sanemi ran his hands on your back, and you felt the shivers that came with it. He hushed you and kissed your forehead. "I won't let anything bad happen to you, okay? I love you so much," he whispered nonchalantly, trying to calm you down.

And yes, it worked. After a few minutes, you had drifted back to sleep, but now with dreams filled with you and Sanemi.

The next day, you were at school and found yourself helping Tengen carry some of his art supplies back to his new art room. Yep, the art teacher is spoiled as fuck, and sometimes you tease him for it.

"Uzui-sensei, go first. I'll just fix my shoelaces."

"Kay!"

He said that and walked away. You bent down and were about to tie your shoe when suddenly, you felt a slap on your ass that made your eyes widen. With a pissed-off expression, you were about to reprimand the person who did that, but then, when you turned to look who it was, you were met with a familiar lilac pair of eyes.

Your anger faded and was replaced by a mad blush that spread across your cheeks as you looked around. Sanemi smirked and pinched your cheek. "No one's around, silly," he said, pecking a kiss on your lip. You gulped as you almost dropped Tengen's expensive art materials.

"Babe, you're crazy," you whispered. But then, Sanemi still smirked at you and whispered in your ear. "I love you. See you later," he said before walking inside his class.

You blink in astonishment. What just happened?

But then, before you could be drowned in your trance, Tengen managed to come back and raise an eyebrow at you. "Uhh... Y/N-san, your shoelaces are still untied. Do you need help?"

You shook your head and just smiled at him. "Nah. Just take the other boxes, Uzui-san."

"Okaaay."

He said this, seemingly bored, and walked back to his old art room.

You finally managed to tie your sheolaces and looked at the ceiling, smiling at the thought of Sanemi's sweetness. "I love you too, Sanemi."

It was the end of the day, and you found yourself waiting for your boyfriend near the school gate. Sanemi told you that he had a surprise for you, as this is your second monthsary. Yes, it has been two months since you dated this man. And you definitely have no regrets about that.

Sanemi has always filled your heart with all the love that he can give. And that is more than enough. Yes, everything the man does for you is more than enough, and that made your heart skip.

But then all your thoughts faded into the pits of darkness when a car suddenly stopped in front of you. There and then, you felt like the world suddenly stopped. Not because of love, but because it'll end.

When the window rolled down, you met those golden-orange orbs that immediately sent back all of your painful memories once again. Why is he here again? You thought, feeling sweaty as the breeze around you became colder.

It's as if there was a lump in your throat as you watched Hotaru go out of his car and stand in front of you. His intimidating stature instantly makes you freeze.

"I missed you, angel."

"What do you want?" You asked, giving him a glare as you felt an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of your stomach. Hotaru ran his hands on your hair, which made you swat his hand away.

Feeling disgusted, you fixed your hair and took a step back. Your ears rang when you heard Hotaru's chuckle. What is he chuckling about in the first place? You rolled your eyes and repeated your question.

"What do you want?"

"I'm glad you're okay. Feisty again, I see."

"Why are you here?"

"I wanted to check on you. I never thought that you'll work here, and as a teacher, I see. I never thought that you'd be a teacher before. But you look good."

"Why do you know that I'm here?"

He raised his phone and clicked his tongue. "The power of social media."

You gulped at the thought of him stalking you. You aren't comfortable with that. I should've blocked him! But it was too late.

You glared at him and gripped harder on the handle of your bag. It seems like Hotaru noticed. "Is your bag heavy? I can help you."

"No. Just leave me alone. Please, Hotaru."

"Is that how you treat a friend? I've changed Y/N. I'll prove it to—"

"Fucking shut up!"

You said, seething with anger as you watched how Hotaru's expression turned dark. "I'm just trying to fix things, Y/N. I still love you."

"Just go..."

"Hey Y/N-sensei!"

As if fate had plotted against you, out of all people, it was Kanae Kocho who saw you at this moment. You turned to look at her and tried your best to hide the anger from your expression. "Hey Kocho sensei! You're going home?"

"Yes. How about you? And who is this fine man? Hi, I'm Kanae Kocho. Science teacher here."

Kanae said as she walked beside you and looked at Hotaru, who was now smiling at her. Yes, his smile is angelic, and yes, other girls would fall for it, but not you.

You were about to tell Kanae that you don't know him when suddenly, Hotaru pulled you and draped his arm across your shoulder. "Oh, I'm her boyfriend, Hotaru Haganezuka. We'll need to head out, actually. It's nice meeting a nice woman like you."

Without him knowing that Sanemi works here, his plan shouldn't work, right? Sanemi will come to the rescue, right?

But no.

Without Kanae knowing that you are Sanemi's girlfriend, she believed Hotaru's lies and congratulated you before leaving, as she didn't want to interrupt your lovey-dovey moment.

Cringy right? You felt all your muscles freeze with those words. You just wanted to disappear then and there, but then what you did was push Hotaru away and decide to just head home without waiting for your boyfriend, who is busy with the Math Club right now.

Tears ran down your face as you didn't manage to save yourself from that embarrassment and Hotaru's lies. You just can't because of this irrational fear that you are feeling. You hate it. You just wanted to go home.

"What did I do to deserve this?"

On the other hand, Hotaru smiled as he watched you walk away, thinking everything was falling into place—for him at least.

𝑻𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆𝒅…

𝑶𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒔𝒉

I'm so sorry guys for making you feel this way for Hotaru. I love him I swear but it's just he fits so well with this jerky man in my head HAHAHA

Oh well, will Sanemi come to the rescue? Will you manage to correct Hotaru's lies before it spreads like wildfire in the school? What will happen with Sanemi's surprise? Will both of you be okay?

Lotsa questions that will surely be answered on the next chappy!

Thank you so much for reading this once again~ Feel free to reblog if you wanted to share it. Or comment down there! Would love to see your reactions HAHAHA! Love yah!

Requests are still open btw! 💓

~𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓾-𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷🌸

<𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫>

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Recommended BTS Fics of November 💖

hello, hello! here are my bts recs of november! hopefully these beautiful stories get more recognition as well as the writers 💝

** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **

🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite

10 Hours || @angelikook​​💕✅

↳ When your three best friends want to stay at school overnight, you can’t say no. After all, nothing will go wrong, right? Well, everything goes wrong, actually, but in ways you never imagine.

Fall Back In Love || @bukguhope​​ 🔞💕💔✅

↳ jungkook somehow grew a reputation of sleeping around on campus, leaving him lonely and inexperienced with relationships. so when you, his old childhood best friend moves onto campus, he discovers what a relationship can feel like as he finds himself falling in love with you

Matilda || @babystrcandy​🔞💕💔✅💯💯

↳ Loneliness had always been a constant for you, haunting you like a ghost; until your older brother’s best friend, Min Yoongi, came into your life. You both promised each other something back then - you’d always have his support and he’d always have yours. But with time and age, you weren’t sure how much that all still stood to be true.

The Lucky One || @babystrcandy​​🔞💕💔🔄

↳ Growing up you only had one goal: beat Jeon Jungkook. Sometimes you’d win, other times you’d lose. Sometimes he’d lose, other times he’d win. But you’d both walk away from the match thinking the other was the lucky one.

Vows || @hamsterclaw​​🔞💕💔🔄 (not too sure if it ended at part 2, but just incase its still ongoing)

↳ You've been in your arranged marriage with Yoongi for five years, and he's never once retaliated for anything you've done to him. One day you realise you've lost your appetite for provoking him, and you set about trying to win his heart instead.

Already Mine || @i-am-baechu​​🔞💕💔🔄💯

↳ “I do.” Two simple words that changed her whole world. The man that gave her love that she never had before and a child that looked just like him with her eyes, a story for the ages. It wasn’t until the mornings changed and the warmth he once had turned cold. Nothing made sense but at the same time everything did. All she wanted was him but maybe that's not what he wants...

Rope Bunny (Helping Hands Halloween Special) || @euphoricfilter​​​​​​🔞💕✅💯

↳ Yoongi had never been too fond of Halloween. Hated that one tacky day of the year with every fibre of his being. All it takes however, is your little surprise to convince him that maybe, just maybe, Halloween isn't all that bad.

On Camera || @agustdiv1ne​​​​​ 🔞💕✅💯

↳ jeon jungkook, also known as kookiemonster97, was a youtuber and, more importantly, your boyfriend. your sex life was great, amazing really, but what happens when he asks if he can film you two one day? he did have the equipment, after all.

90 Days || @ttaehyungtrashh​​​​​💕💔🔄💯

↳ All you want is for your new cat hybrid friend, his unwilling older wolf hybrid brother and his other 5 brothers to keep safe and warm during the winter.

About Love || @mochiimac​🔞💕💔🔄

↳ Becoming a best selling thriller author? Part of the plan. Living in the city and isolating yourself from everyone? Part of the plan. Inheriting your late uncles home in the woods, his sassy assistant and fortune after he died mysteriously? Not part of the plan. Oh, and he failed to mention the 7 ‘surprises’ he left you as well.  And come to think of it… was his death an accident? Or is your imagination going wild again?

Daddy’s Money Makes The World Go Round || @underthe-northernlight​​​🔞💕💔🔄

↳ The daughter of a filthy rich businessman is gifted hybrids by her father. But if only he knew that would lead to her gaining the confidence she will need to break free from what he deems the right place for her. Follow her as she learns to navigate the worlds and stay alive.

Pet Food || @moonlightkoo​​​​​💕💔🔄💯

↳ Taehyung never wanted to own hybrids. Jungkook just wanted to be independent. You didn't want anything. But somehow you all ended up together, and nothing better could've ever happened.

Purrfection || @moonlightkoo​​​​💕💔🔄💯

↳ Bangtan-Mansion’s security camera footage shows something very interesting.

Things That Matter More || @leewriting​​🔞💕💔✅

↳ At first, getting a new roommate after your friend had moved out appalled you. Just thinking about sharing your space with a stranger put you on edge, but as the weeks went by and the rent went up you had no other choice but to post that stupid ad. In many ways living with Jungkook is perfect for an introverted med student like yourself. He pays rent on time and is seldom home leaving the apartment quiet and clean. On the other hand, there is the small problem of him stumbling in at three in the morning, hurt and letting blood stain your new carpet.

Chronicles of My Witchy GF || @yoonieper​​🔞💕✅

↳ Just Jungkook and a few cute tales about his witchy girlfriend~

Claret Cravings | Skin Of The Mother, Mouths Of The Babes || @vvh0adie​​💕✅

↳ Emotions run high when you tell your lil’ vampire bats that they won’t be drinking cow’s blood this week. It stresses you out, and they unfortunately feel the brunt of it.

Forever || @oddinary4bts​​🔞💕💔✅

↳ three years ago, your relationship with jin ended in fights and tears. When life puts him back on your path, you catch a glimpse of light in his eyes that you thought had died when you broke up. Will your relationship blossom into a well-deserved forever or will you lose the love of your life again?

Repeat Offense || @gimmethatagustd​​🔞💕💔✅

↳ The are only two constants in life: the promise of death and the infuriating existence of the man who ruined your life. Will your immortal punishments keep you in an infinite loop, or will you one day be able to rid the world of the evil that is Kim Seokjin?

Resurrection || @bonny-kookoo​​​💕💔🔄

↳ In which you’re saved by the very thing that’s been trying to kill you.

Sunrises & Liquor || @aamalaaa​​🔞💕💔🔄

↳ after a failed academic pursuit and a few meaningless and disappointing relationships, you decided to go back to what you never thought you would: the bar industry. There you find a family, friends, heartache, misunderstandings and one particular barman who just won’t get out of your head.

Three Tangerines || @kithtaehyung​​🔞💕💔🔄 

↳ “when yoongi told you he would be there if you needed anything, this isn’t what he had in mind”

Til Death Do Us Part || @justimajin​​​🔞💕💔✅

↳ If someone told you that you’d be marrying the Kim Namjoon, you would think you were being lied to, or worse, that you were hallucinating. However, fate seems to have it’s own ways of making the impossible possible and before you even know it, the title of Mrs. Kim is bestowed onto you. There’s just one problem: you’re not sure if Kim Namjoon is the person he says he is and the truth of your own identity is dangling by the strength of a mere thread.

Turn Back Time || @raplinesmoon​​🔞💕💔✅

↳ After total humiliation at his middle school baseball try outs, Kim Seokjin wants nothing more than for his awkward years to fade away until he’s thirty. Cue a magic baseball glove, and his wish is finally granted. Seokjin suddenly wakes up seventeen years later, now the star pitcher of the team he’d always dreamed of playing for. Confused and overwhelmed at the prospect of the new life waiting for him, he turns to the only person who seems to understand him — you. Will Seokjin learn what it truly means to be thirty, flirty, and thriving? Or will he find himself wishing he could turn back time?

The Art Critic || @mooniyooni​​💕✅

↳ (just yoongi being a dad)

Midnight’s Minuet || @bangtansmauyeondan​​ 🔞💕💔✅💯💯

↳ While gallivanting around the world pursuing his love for music and architecture, Yoongi was forced to come back home when Seokjin, his older brother, asked him for help to run the family business. Having been born with a silver spoon, Yoongi longed for a bit of normalcy and independence; hence, agreeing with Seokjin’s request didn’t come without any of his own conditions— first, he’s going to oversee the hotel’s kitchen; second, he’s gonna let him live a normal life— no luxury cars, no high-rise building apartment, no special treatment. Yoongi was pleased that everything seemed to be going well with his return… until he met you, the roadblock to everything his brother has agreed to.

Camboy!Tae Mini Series || @hisunshiine​​​🔞💕💔🔄

↳ (tae being a wonerful camboy. thats it, we love that.)

Compromise || @here2bbtstrash​​🔞💕✅

↳ you're torn between the two loves of your life - but maybe you don't have to choose.

Red Riding Hood (Petrichor Drabble) || @purpleyoonn​​💔✅

↳ It was Halloween in Seoul and you were talking about your home traditions compared to South Korea’s with Haneul and Kingpin when you were interrupted. Now, your mates tried to tease you, but you were the one doing the teasing.

Do check out all of the other BTS Fics that i have reblogged as well!!

** if there is any fics that you guys would like to recommend, please do! i am slowly running out of fics to read **

[honey-boyyoongi]

Pairing ➪ Reader x Yoongi||Part 54//??

Word count ➪ 1.5k

Warnings ➪ it’s not beta-ed; any mistakes are mine; mentions of self harm; mentions of scars; if you're name is crossed out it's because I'm unable to tag you;

Summary ➪ Min Yoongi, is a simple man. He likes his coffee black and iced, he enjoys his job, and he loves his baby girl. But what happens when the new neighbor, quite literally, drops into his life?

A/n: Wooooow it’s been a bit huh. First off, I narrowly missed posting this on Father’s Day, but oh well, belated works as well lol. Second off I’m sorry for not posting consistently. Thank you to everyone who read my fic while I was gone 💕. Sorry for throwing y’all back into this a little sad lol. As always any feedback is appreciated, and if you want to be added to the tag list please let me know.

P.S. I updated WWDITS!

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Minji laid on her unmade hotel bed, numb. The last 12 hours had felt unreal. She had a daughter, a beautiful daughter, that was all Yoongi with hints of her brother. She could feel flickers of life bloom in her chest when Mrs. Min talked about the toddler. It almost made Minji regret fleeing, almost. 

Minji forced herself out of the plush bed, stripping herself of her clothes down to her birthday suit. She stood in front of the mirror, examining herself; every mole, scar, stretch mark, and at the center of it all was the C-section scar from the child’s birth. Most days Minji could forget the long pink scar that decorated her lower belly. Sometimes the pain that comes from it will pull her from the fog she’s been sinking herself in. She dragged her index finger lightly across, remembering the child’s birth. 

Yoongi had freaked out that morning, Minji had gone into early labor a week before she was scheduled for her C-section. Yoongi had arranged and rearranged her maternity bag weeks in advance, making sure he kept the child’s belongings in a separate diaper bag. He double, triple, quadruple checked that they had the correct paperwork to check Minji in with no issues. Yoongi was on the phone with her doctor, informing her of the early labor, while Minji floated through his apartment. She could feel the child moving around, just as desperate as she to leave its confines. 

Yoongi tried his best to settle their nerves while they drove to their hospital, he guided Minji through the breathing exercises they learned at birthing classes. She remembered doing the bare minimum to ease the sharp pain traveling across her lower body. Minji felt that she deserved to feel the pain enveloping her. She held off until her doctor sedated her for her C-section. 

Minji watched as the tub she laid in filled to a less than ideal amount. The steaming water was stinging the skin it enveloped, and she sighed in relief. She allowed her body to relax, washing away the tension that had built up. 

Minji walked into the Min home, taking in the room that once gave her comfort. The hallway right at the entrance that was once lined with pictures of Yoongi, were now taken over by pictures of the child. No longer was her former lover’s story up for her to reread. The comfy dark gray sectional was still in its corner, and the rocking chair where she informed the Min elders of her pregnancy was occupied by an obscenely large stuffed bear. She could hear father Min humming along to the song playing from his ‘Alexa’, and their kettle whistling. Mother Min was going forward with the pleasantries, ‘You look great’, ‘I missed you’, ‘why did you leave’, ‘do you have a boyfriend’, ‘do you want tea’, ‘do you want to see pictures of Hani’? It was overwhelming.

Minji nodded through the simple small talk, allowing the Min elders to talk about their lives within the last four years. They’d spent 3 hours on Mrs. Min’s community center stories, and if it hadn’t been for a neighbor stopping by, she’d still be speaking about them. She learned that both Mins’ had technically retired, but Mr. Min was still running his shop. While Mrs. Min would take clients once in a blue moon for events. While the trio ate lunch together, Minji caught herself tearing up. She had missed this feeling of belonging that enveloped her at the Min home. Mrs. Min kept her plate full, and Mr. Min made sure to pack up leftovers for her to eat at her hotel. 

After cleaning up, Mrs. Min brought out the child’s pictures. Minji was reading the short story of the child’s life, and she was conflicted. She watched as the child took her first steps towards Yoongi. There he was at every little song learned, art piece being made, movie watched, and word spoken. It never looked like there was a missing piece. There was no place left for her. Minji held back a sob that had built itself as she learned more about the child’s life. So far she had learned that the child liked pink, but hated yellow. She loved mozzarella sticks, cheerios, and watermelon juice. Tiana was her current favorite princess, while Moana sits at a very close second. The Mins’ practically glowed talking about the girl. 

Minji stared at the ceiling above, feeling droplets falling on the sides of her face, too numb to care if they’re coming from her or from her bath. Her throat became dry, and it became harder to swallow. Too tired to fight, she allows the sobs that she pushed down, rise once again. Her cries echo across the walls, somehow adding more layers to her misery. 

Mrs. Min wasted no time speaking about Yoongi. ‘I never liked her from the beginning,’ she said, and ‘That Jeon boy was trouble’, while she doubted his judgment of character. The way she recounted the first meeting was odd; ‘She was too friendly towards Yoongi’, she said. While Mr. Min would add that he liked how friendly the babysitter was. Mrs. Min didn’t like that she acted like a hostess when they had brunch. Mr. Min liked that she was helping Yoongi, as there was a large amount of food. Mrs. Min was not fond of the child being so close to the babysitter, and Yoongi not correcting her. Mr. Min was ecstatic that his granddaughter was comfortable with someone new. It went on like that for the rest of the talk, for every dislike Mother Min had, Father Min had a counter like. By the end she was visibly frustrated. 

Mrs. Min looked at Mr. Min with dark eyes, ‘Why are you defending her’, she demanded. Mr. Min sighed, ‘This conversation isn’t about the babysitter, it’s about Minji wanting to see her daughter.’ 

‘She deserves to know what kind of person our son has left our granddaughter with’, she sneered. 

Mr. Min grunted, ‘Yoongi isn’t completely hopeless, he’s very strict with Haneul’s care.’

Mrs. Min scoffed, offended that her husband wasn’t agreeing with her. Minji was confused, if this person was so horrible as Mother Min said, then why is Yoongi still allowing his child to still be in her care. Who was this person and why was she causing such a rift? Mr. Min stood from his chair, excusing himself, but not before telling Minji that he hopes she’s here for the right reasons. Minji tensed in her seat, she wondered if he knew that Mrs. Min had been reaching out to reunite her with his grandchild. 

Mother Min waited until her husband had left the kitchen to speak once again, she asked Minji to please see the child. She went on, and on about how the baby asked for her momma. ‘Any time we’re out and we see a mother and daughter she asks me where her momma is. I always tell her you were sick, but are working on getting better. I tell her you miss her, and want to see her. Hani wants you here Minji.’ 

Minji teared up, she didn’t know that her baby was asking for her. She had always felt like the baby would be better without her, Minji was aware of the baggage she carried, and she had started facing it little by little with her therapist. But they could never broach the topic of the baby, it opened a can of worms Minji wasn’t sure she wanted to deal with just yet. Mom told her to fight for her child, she had rights, and she should fight for them. She assured Minji that she’d support her through it, even offering for them to stay in their home while she had custody of the baby. 

Minji rubbed a scar lightening cream on her lower stomach. She climbed into bed holding her phone, with a new chat opened. She stared at the screen until it darkened, shoving it under the cold hotel pillow to keep it out of mind. Minji laid in darkness, allowing herself to get lost, and leave her body. 

Minji watched as the head nurse placed the baby in her chest. It didn’t look like a baby, and smelled like blood and something else she can’t remember. She couldn’t remember the inbetween, next thing she woke up to was a crying Yoongi holding a pink blanket with a tuft of black hair. Minji had left 48 hours after giving birth. Yoongi had begged her to stay longer, ‘I just witnessed your organs on a tray next to you, I think you should stay a bit longer Min.’ Minji refused. She promised Yoongi she’d take care of herself. As she got the last of her things she voiced her goodby, and her well wishes. A week later Minji was in her new apartment, with her new roommate, starting her new life. 

Minji had a lot of regrets in her life, but as she laid in her bed, she decided this was not going to be one of them. She reopened the chat she had closed. Once she was satisfied, Minji readjusted herself into her bed, hoping everything will be worth it

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02:37 Unknown

Hi Yoongi. Your mom gave me your new number.

I want to see my daughter.

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[kimium]

My friend @m34gs asked me in her reply to my ask (this post) about what my Top Five Favourite Link Click moments are. I decided to answer in my own post though I recommend you read my friend's answers too! Just be wary of spoilers for both her answers and mine!

Anyways, here are my Top Five Favourite Moments in Link Click. I'm listing them in order with one being my most favourite moment. I'll also not include the OP or ED in this list. Just know that VORTEX slaps and is one of my favourite OPs of all time.

5. Li Tianchen discovering his neighbour was one of the gossipers regarding his mother and father's marriage

First, the visual set up of the scene is utterly beautiful. The saturated colours in the evening sky, the mostly flat colours on the characters with only dark shadows and white highlights, and the obscuring of the photo. All these elements help build and add to the slow suspense building in the background.

I am also in love with the framing of the reveal. I adore how the audience doesn't see the photo as Li Tianchen looks at it. All we see is his reaction: how mostly silent contemplation morphs into despair, sorrow, anger, frustration, etc. His twisted laughter is utterly heartbreaking and horrific. Allowing the audience wallow in it for just a few moments before showing the photo was a brilliant move on the creative team's part.

Next, we have the music that gradually swells as Li Tianchen's world view is completely shattered with the reveal of the photo. It's a score that perfectly encapsulates the inner turmoil of Li Tianchen as he's pushed to his breaking point and makes the choice that ultimately secures his destiny.

All these elements make for a scene that's so potent and visceral that it permanently lives rent free in my mind.

4. When Li Tianxi and Li Tianchen's running is paralleled at the end of S2

This is another scene that I adore due to the visual elements and symbolism. If there is one element in story telling that I'm weak for it's parallels between characters. In this case, it's the parallels with Li Tianxi and Li Tianchen running away.

My heart utterly aches at how in this scene it's clear they're still the suffering, scared little children we met when Cheng Xiaoshi dove into the photo. All the layers around them break down and we see their core as they run. Li Tianxi runs because she's scared and saddened by her brother's actions in regards to Chen Bin. Li Tianchen runs because his entire world has once again shattered before his eyes. The sister he loved and vowed to his mother he'd protect is dead.

Watching both of them running away crying breaks my heart every time I watch the scene. How I long for both of them to return to their halcyon days where their parents were alive and there was no sorrow in their family.

3. Cheng Xiaoshi's plan to trap Liu Min in the dark room is executed

Time for a bit more of an uplifting scene: Cheng Xiaoshi luring and beating up Liu Min in the darkroom! This scene is so cathartic to watch as the boys finally give Liu Min what he had coming: justice. It's even better when they're using their abilities (time travel) to keep the upper hand while confusing the hell out of Liu Min (and Li Tianchen). It's also a well thought out plan with more than just "use my ability to win". I loved the subtle psychological game played with the photos in the dark room too.

2. Cheng Xiaoshi on the receiving end of his Dumbass Nature

Just like my friend, this scene is in second place. It's too good to not mention! Nothing is funnier than witnessing Cheng Xiaoshi go "Look at me for doing a good job and saving Lu Guang... oh no who is that dumb ass and what is he doing?" only to go a second later "WAIT. That's ME. I'm the dumb ass!!!" Cheng Xiaoshi finally got a taste of what Lu Guang has dealt with for majority of the series and the expression he makes is priceless.

The big reveal at the end of S2

Honourable mentions: Li Tianchen revealing he was impersonating his sister, Cheng Xiaoshi as Doudou uppercuts the woman who kidnapped him, and Xiao Li every time he's exhausted because "I guess time travel exists".

Before this reveal I was already extremely invested in Link Click. I love time travel and watching series explore the concept. What do I love just as much as time travel? Time Loops. I eat that concept up all the time.

So, watching the end scene slowly pan out to Lu Guang's perspective and reveal to the audience that yes, this has a time loop made me want to scream aloud. It's even better because this time loop is a Tragic Doomed Gay People one. When a time loop is all about saving the ones you love, that makes it even better.

However, what truly solidified this scene in my brain were all the little clues leading up to it. First, and most obvious, was the password on Lu Guang's phone that Cheng Xiaoshi put in to unlock it. The reference to the time on Lu Guang's phone before he time travelled to save Cheng Xiaoshi (again??) is amazing.

But, that's not the end of it. Oh no, it's the fact that I read a meta post about how the photo in the hospital was not meant for Cheng Xiaoshi from the start. The breakdown of evidence pointing out that 1) Lu Guang hid the phone in an obscure place, clearly not wanting ANYONE to find it and 2) That he doesn't know Cheng Xiaoshi knows his password really hit me hard. The level of detail and attention put in this series is truly amazing. Realizing the seeds of foreshadowing were present the entire time makes me want to not only rewatch the series but also show it to all my friends.

And there you go! I hope you like my top five favourite scenes in Link Click, friend! Let me know what you think!

[rowretro]

✧𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍✧

WARNINGS: sexual refferences, mentions of drugs

✧taglist✧: @heeseung-min @jaeneohee @lovingvoidgoatee @neruishoon (anyone I may have missed)

✧CHAPTER 13✧

It's been quite a few months since the babies were born and the couple were slowly getting used to their sleepless nights. "So this thing with Ryujin you're actually serious about it for once?" Sunghoon asked as he rocked baby Anaya, who silently snuggled into Sunghoon. "Yeah, and I'm selling my first house as a realtor today. Everything was going well until one of my exes ruined it-" Heeseung sighed "Which one?" y/n asked snickering as baby Avaani smiled up at her mom, imitating her snicker. "I forgot her name- one before Yeji, after Nina-" Heeseung sighed.

"Oh the delusional one? what did she do?" y/n asked as she fed Avaani. "Well I was showing the house to a couple who have 2 kids, and everything was going well until she showed up, made up some lies about the home I was showing and stole my people." Heeseung complained, to which Avaani whined. "Doesn't she have a showing tonight?" Y/n asked as Hee groaned.

"Ugh I get it she's showing a stupid house with my people. they were mine but you know what? I'm a new Hee, I'm not going to do dirty work like she did because Im a nice realtor." Heeseung added "Or are you a little pussy?" y/n said as Sunghoon glared at her "y/n... language- babies pick up on these words yk?!" he warned. Y/n rolled her eyes as she turned back to Hee "Sometimes you've got to be a snake." the girl said as Heeseung shook his head "Fraid not y/n... anyways... I'll be off now." Hee said as he left the house.

"We gotta help him out" y/n said as Sunghoon frowned "You only get one chance to go out tonight and you want to waste it on your brother's delusional ex?" Sunghoon asked. "Babe we owe him... I mean well you did impregnate his babysister" y/n pointed out as she rocked the baby "How do my little angels like to spend the day with uncle sunooo yayyyy!" Y/n said in a baby voice as Sunghoon sighed loudly.

Love can make people do crazy things. For Sunghoon, he has killed many people and even tortured them for love. Never did he ever think he'd find himself covered in fake tattoos, in a ripped tank top which made him look practically topless, reeking of pot with a funky accent. Never would he have let his darling wife wear extremely short denim shorts with an extremely revealing nipply top, her eyebrows overdone and lips overlined, thick eyelashes, and a bottle of vodka in hand.

"Ready babe?" she asked as Sunghoon rolled his eyes "Lets get this done and over with." Sunghoon simply said "HEY Y'ALL, YOU'RE A BUNCH A LIL CUTIES HUH~ WE MADE YA SOME BROWNIES, MY HUBBY'S BEST AT THOSE YK?" Y/n squealed, walking in there seeing the shocked face of the realtor "AH SHARON RIGHT? THE REALTOR EX WITH 40 CATS AND OXY?" the girl added as Sunghoon followed. "Ah y'all must be our new neighbours, this lil hot junk is my wife~ got married after she dropped outta highschool~" He said, playing with his fake tongue piercing.

"So.. our new neighbours huh~" the wife said with a shaky voice, shudderring as she saw the clothes y/n wore "You look a lot like that hot CEO-" the woman added "I ain't no CEO, Am just a doctor... i prescribe drugs- weed, oxy, coke u name it we got it~ they're in those brownies we made" He said as they just blinked. "TRUST ME GAL THIS HOUSE IS PERFECT, ME AND MY HUSBAND HAD THE BEST SEX OF OUR LIFE IN HERE~" she yelled, twirling her hair as she chewed her gum staring up at Hoon.

"Ok Wow that makes our decisions easier-" the woman mumbles. "Oh baby, it was right here on this sofa where we concieved our 7nth son remember?" y/n added as Sunghoon tried to hide his real reaction, while the couple stared in shock. "Oh my god babe remember when the cops arrested you in that kitchen. I bet there.s still some coke n dried blood left over~" The girl added as Sunghoon agreed with her. "Hey speaking of these memories really are making me feel something huh..." Sunghoon trailed off, as he roughly caught y/n in an open mouthed kiss leaving the couple mortified "Yepp I think this house is definitely off the list, lets go back to that other realtor." The husband said, dragging his wife away.

Upon arriving home, Sunghoon took a long shower, while y/n comfortably played with their babies "Took me a while but finally got all that fake ink off, and god my body feels weird without those fake piercings, god the things I do for you y/n..." he sighed. Y/n smiled, hugging him tightly "Hee called me and he was so happy he sold that house coz of us, he bought you those ice skates you always wanted... and well, maybe in you're down for it next week..." Y/n trailed off as she handed him a box.

"Open it" she said with a smile, the man opened it and a big smile plastered his lips "You're finally gonna ice skate with me??? and the twins?" he said with a smile as he picked up the matching tiny skates "God they look so cute but aren't the a little too big?" Hoon asked "it's for when they're a little older, and they know how to walk a-and if they don't fit I'll buy something better" she said, smiling as Sunghoon kissed her, lovingly. His plan was to lock her in the basement and punish her for wearing something so provocative... but how could he when she's so sweet?

✧𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍✧

[a-fluffy-dog24]

Caryn takes the 4 years boys to the playground.Basic on the scene from dreamscapeers when Stan talking about his childhood. When he got hit in the face as a boy.

May/24/1951

4 years olds Stanley ,Stanford and their 12 year old brother Sherman , where with their mother at the school playground. The twins have glasses and they are wearing green overalls. Stan is in a red shirt and Ford is in a light green shirt, Sherme is wearing a brown coat. "Tag your it'' Stan yells "hey want for me" Ford runs past him. They run around and chase each other, and Sherman talks to his mom. Little Ford runs and playfully tackles little Stan and pins him to the ground. "Got you...I'm still older" Ford said "by 15 mins" Stan laughs. Ford used all 12 fingers to help him up and put their hats on "try and tell us apart mother " Ford asks her.

"You'll never guess mommy"Stan added "oh this is a tough one but, I bet your Stanley" she tickles him. "And I think that would make you Stanford" she pats,his head Ford asks "mother can you push me on the swing please" he sits on the swing she pushes him. "But Mommy play with me" Stan wines "in a min kido" she told him. Little Ford got off the swing and he moved around like he was uncomfortable. "StanFord do you have to go potty" she asked him "no I don't" he said moments later he realized something was wrong. "Mommy I had an accident" he wines she rolls her eyes and takes him to the bathroom to get cleaned up and changed.

Meanwhile Little Stan walks off by himself and the sky is getting kind of dark. He sees some big kids playing and he yells "hey can I play"."No you're too small to play with us get lost wimp" the bully yells it start to rain hard. "but I" the big kid throws a ball, at his face he cries

"owwwMOMMYY'.Back at the playground Caryn put Ford in the car Sherman sit in the passenger seat. "Ok Sherman watch your brother please" she told him "yes mom" said Sherman. She runs over to find her son standing and crying in the basketball court,

he runs over to her sobbing as the bullies laughs at him. She pick him up in a hug "Stanley baby what happen"" I was playing and the big kid hit me with... ball". "HOW DARE YOU you two should be ashamed of yourselves" she yells at them the bullies ran away. She augured his glasses and carried him to the car to go home. He wipes the tears from his eyes "Mother is Stanley hurt"Ford asks she. Nods her head "yes they hit me"Stan says.

"That terrible are you ok" Sherman asked him "I will make it better" Ford kissed his cheek. "Daddy going think I'm wimp I hope he doesn't hurt me again with his belt again " Stan told him, "I'll protect you and I don't think you are a wimp father hurt me because I cry to much," Ford replied. "You boys remember two try to avoid people who might be sick. We don't want you to become paralyze." she told all three of them their nod their heads in agreement it's a scary word out there. “Sherman are you excited for your Bar mitzvah” Ford asked him. “Yeah I can’t wait to turn 13” he replied “when we turn 13 we’ll have a huge party at the temple 13 seems so far away” Ford said he can’t wait for when he and Stan can been big kids. Stan watch the ocean disappear and reappear outside his car window then said “Mommy at home will you play with me”Stan asks “I’ll try” she as a stay at home mom has to a long list of other things when they it home.p>

Then the boys had some cookies and sat on the couch on their mom's lap.She gets up to check on dinner "Hey your cookie bigger that mine"Ford whined "no it isn't you layer" Stan argued. Ford grabbed his cookie out of Stan's hands "no you don't" Stan hit him in the arm Ford punches him back in the stomach they both are to distracted to notice that they have falled on the couch.The two little boys fight and scream at each other on the floor. "BOYS stop that right now" Caryn yelled they stop sit back down in silence well she read a book Ford fell asleep on couch. She played dinosaurs with Stan on the table. He enjoyed getting some attention from his mother all to himself. And she enjoyed spending time with her youngest son she knows in her heart that they won’t be this little for long. She picked him up on the couch >"Mommy I love you" Stan told her "I love you too baby see I told you I'm there for you babe". "For you babe" he said "for you babe" she repeated. She holds him in her arms and kisses him. She goes and cleans up the bathroom and does laundry.After their nap they eat dinner and their mommy gives them a bath. She doesn't know where they have gone but then she sees one pair of 10 toes sticking out from behind a towel. And a pair of 12 toes as well. She finds them picks them up the twins giggle and puts them in the bubbles tub. The boys played pirates while she gave them their bath and washed them.

Then Sherman helped her put her two 4 year olds to bed. Ford's pjs are blue and yellow stripes and Stan's is red and blue stripes. She sings an old lullaby in Hebrew l Caryn love music she sings songs she hears on the radio all the time to her husbands annoyance.The twins love when she sings to them.She helps them say they prayers. And tucked her babies into their beds. All 3 boys share a room, the same room seen when seens they were born. As She closed the door she saw and heard. Ford told Stan to get out of his bed and Stan crawled into Ford's bed, and they slept together .Then she said to Sherman "thank you kiddo, for helping me with the boys it's been easier since they're not babies any more. And it. Scary with that disease going around I hope to god none of us get it. I hope they’re a vaccine made soon,We keep having to wash are hands also clean the house more often. And try to stay away from people I know it hard on you boys.But I appreciated the help".

"Your welcome mom can I go play" "yes you may". She looks at a picture on the wall. The picture is of her three boys together when they were little and twins in their sailor suit.She remembers when she took the twins to the beach for the first time.And the babies couldn't have been more than 6 months old. Sherman was 8 years old.The babies played in the water and ate sand she took lots of pictures.She recalls when the boys were born and Fhilbrick was naming them.

He picked out the name he wanted she like StanFord she wished he put more effort into naming his other child.But she liked Stanley as a name she suggested it when they were thinking of baby names. But she was told that he would decide on the final name.She wished he wouldn't be so hard on her children she want to stop he before he can hurt them. But she just too afraid to get thrown out on the street.She wished her and her boys could leave him. Unfortunately that would be basically impossible in this scary world.She just hopes that one day when they're all grown up she hopes they will still be such close friends and make good choices.

[mariailoveyou-guerin]

In my mind I thought it said five and I was screaming when it stopped at 3 min but it just said few min! not el not knowing still pen always loved Colin girl she’s never beating the horrible self centered allegations the fact she said she didnt wanna know bc it’s not about her😂

Colin reassuring Pen and saying all will be well please the man that you are Colin Bridgerton and the fact he was going after sad Eloise even tho it was his happy moment he still was going after his sister because she was upset and he wanted to make sure she was okay and wanted to see what was wrong on his big moment like is he for real I’m not okay I’m actually gonna d word myself after this szn is out REAL I can’t take it, the fact there’s one and only man and it’s Colin and I can’t ever have him! cant believe Colin Bridgerton exist and is real and he isn’t mine can’t believe hes the only man ever to exist that he’s actually real he cant be hes to PERFECT

‪ ‪We don’t deserve him good thing we don’t have him bc he’s to beautiful lovely and just everything that’s good with this world all in one and only man EVER!

And it’s once again fcvk Eloise couldn’t fake one tiny smile for her brother who cares about her so much that he was willing to leave his big moment to go after her and see if she’s alright it will always be fcvk Eloise to the very end because why couldn’t she be happy for him or at least fake it for few minutes or a hour for her big brothers moment just for one day so fcvking evil

All I was asking for was one big to Colin don’t even go near or touch pen understandably but what has Colin ever done to her to not even congratulate him on his big moment? Just one tiny big big hug or tiny smile or congratulations no was asking her to even go near pen but nah she couldn’t even do that for her best brother!truly the most self centered selfish possible the ton but Kate Daphne exists so she got lucky there! my feelings matter more then the happiness of my brother who is kind loving sweet and is always looking out for me and is always the only one that notices when something is up with me and asks me about it and understands me and she couldn’t even fake a smile or congratulation oh yeah fcvk Eloise always and forever for what she did to not only Pen who was her so called best friend of years couldn’t even fake it for her for a tiny second but for what she did to Colin will never and can never forgive!

[regularme12]

Idk you do requests, or if you’ve seen any, but I’m dying to see a regular show tickle fic (mainly with lee Rigby and ler Mordecai) and I just never seen any, only a few with brief tickles, but never any detailed ones. Idk if you’d want to write one (completely up to you) or if you can find one, but I’m dying to see one 😭 I love them sm

I so gotchuuu on this, and yh i do do requests!!!!

Ha! You lose!

Summary: Rigby won once again another round, and he keeps bragging about it, so Mordecai is gonna make him regret it.

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"OHHHHHHH!!! IN YOUR FACE!!!! I so beat you again, dude. Are you even trying?!"

"Dude, calm down. It's not even that big of a deal. You're being dramatic."

"That's what losers say." Rigby sat back down on the couch asking Mordecai if he wants to play another round, going on 10.

"No, Rigby. Everytime you win, you always do that stupid chant, and I'm sick of it. I do wanna play a game we played when we were kids. And I beat you. Every. Single. Time."

The racoon didn't know what his friend was talking about, then it clicked. The game they played when they were younger. 'See who can last longer being tickled.' Then again, Mordecai was always ticklish, but not dramatically ticklish like Rigby.

"No, Mordecai. We are not playing that stupid game again. Everytime I tell you to stop, you act like it's an invitation to keep going. And it's not. We finally put ut to the grave, 5 years ago, we are NOT digging it back up."

"I'll pay you."

"You got yourself a deal."

And they shaked on it. Mordecai was first ofc. The blue bird layed on the couch ready in position. Rigby sat on his waist and started to lightly scritch up the later's sides going to his ribs and back down. It was ticklish yh, but not enough to get him laughing, just moving around.

"Oh my god dude, see? You're no where close to ticklish like me." Rigby strated digging in now, which he got was way more reactions and laughter.

"Ohohojo my gohojod, what's myhyhyhy time???"

"10 mins."

"Gahahhaha. Rihihigby, mohohohove somewhere ehehehhelse."

"Mmm, I don't think I should."

What felt like an hour, it was only 30 mins. It was finally Rigby's turn. Mordecai got up and lightly pushed a frantic racoon down. "Wahahahit, wait. Mordecai, plehehehase, go easy on me."

"Wow, I haven't even started yet, and you're all ready laughing?"

"Just shut up, dude."

"okok." Mordecai sat on the littlest one hips, posiyioning his hands on his sides. "Ready?"

"Nohohoho!!! I'm not, Ihihi hate this!!" Rigby started giggling while having his hands on the blue bird's wrists.

"Too late," And he dug in.

"GAHAHAHHA! Mohohohojordecai!!!" Rigby was jumping up and down, side to side. It's been a minute and he's all ready going wild. He will not last long.

"Wow Rigby, you're just as ticklish then you were when your older brother tickled you when you were a kid. It's priceless, even I came over my sensitivity."

"Shuhuhuhut up!!! You're sthihihill ticklish." Mordecai moved to the latter's navel, and he screamed and clamped his arms down to cover up that one spot. "I GIHIHIVE!!! IHIHI GIVE!!!"

Mordecai stopped the timer, but he kept his usual position on his friend's waist. "Wow, dude. You're time is 30 secs, mine is 2:35."

"Yeah? What about it?!"

"Well you rm a long time ago when we played this game and we agreed on who ever loses gets tickle tormented till the winner let's up?" Mordecai was inches away from Rigby's face, to the point he can feel the raccoon's face radiating heat. He was blushing tenfold, only bc the position he was in made him alot a little embarrassed.

"No! We are NOT doing that!!! I've always hated it, bc I always lost!!!"

"Then why'd you keep agreeing to play the game, if u knew u were gonna lose?" Mordecai gave him this teasy snarky smirk.

"It- bc... of!! um... SHUT UP!!"

"well..." The blue bird pinned the racoon's arms above his head. "This will not end well for you, I can say that much. Because I don't feel like stopping anytime soon."

"NO! MORDECAI!! DON'T!!!!"

And with that, Rigby's laughter echoed through out the house, Benson heard them, and came up to stop their shenanigans since they have work to do. So that gumball machine may just have saved someone's life.

[itjazzbicch]

Sweet Dreams

Pairing: Manjiro “Mikey” Sano x Fem Reader

Summary: After the big fight between Toman and Valhalla, the reader knows her close friend Mikey is dealing with certain emotions, trying to take his mind off of things with friendly lunch, and the nap that always comes right after…

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 1.3k

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:

Toman facing Valhalla was our toughest fight yet. We lost Baji, Mikey almost lost it, and I felt so useless!

They guys refused to let me fight, they didn’t even want me there, but I still came to see and thinking about it, I sometimes wished that I didn’t see any of it.

Mikey was who I was worried about most. Facing Kazutora and reliving the pain of losing his elder brother, losing one of his friend who was like a brother. He was the silent type when it came to deep emotion.

I knew he was hurting inside and I wanted to take some of that pain away.

Just as I thought, I found Mikey at Baji’s grave, kneeled in front of the tombstone, fresh flowers in front of him.

Quietly, I kneeled down next to him, earning his attention:

“Oh, hi Y/N.”

“Hey, Mikey,” it was hard to smile during these times, but I put one on for him, looking up to the tombstone and feeling a deep sadness myself, but trying to keep things positive, “We’ll get to see him again one day, and I’m sure we’ll have a blast together.”

“I’m looking forward to that day,” He murmured, staring down at the ground, his hands on his knees, clearly getting a bit lost in his emotions.

Carefully, I placed my hand on top of his, his eyes peeking through the strands of his hair to meet mine, cooing to him:

“It’s all gonna be alright, and let’s live our best lives so we can make him proud, hm? I know he’d want that.”

“I think so too,” Squeezing my hand, I noticed that he’d been thinking about everything before I came, accepting this and letting it go.

That was a good thing and I hoped that I helped with that in some kind of way, a small smile on my face as he rubbed my hand before standing up, stretching as he thought aloud:

“My tummy’s grumbling. I could use some good food right about now.”

“Want to come to my place and I can make us lunch?” I offered, rising to my feet.

Curiosity flashed on his face, gasping slightly, “You cook?”

“Mhm!” I nodded, convincing him more, “Whatever you want to eat, I’m positive that I can make it. Made with tender love and care too.”

“Well, what are we waiting for then?”

Giggles flew with me as he took my hand, having to run to catch up with him. He sure must’ve been hungry, holding my hand and taking me right home.

“You craving anything in particular?” I went right into the kitchen the second I stepped in the door, grabbing my apron and heading to the fridge as Mikey sat at the table, hand on his chin as he debated:

“Hmm, let me think.”

Opening the fridge, I looked to see what I had at home that I could make easy and quick, seeing some salmon that was left and recommending:

“How does some miso-glazed salmon bento sound?”

“I like the sound of that!” Mikey was so adorable, rocking back in the chair and kicking his feet.

Grabbing all the veggies, rice, and salmon. I washed my hands, fired up the stove and got right to work.

Cooking was a great pass time and hobby that I picked up, already earning Mikey’s praise as I was finishing up and plating our food.

“Man, my stomach growls more and more as I smell it!”

“Just one more second, Mikey!”

Bringing over the food, I also grabbed us some drinks, presenting his food along with chopsticks:

“Oh yeah, one more thing.”

Tilting his head, his curious face turned into a happy, smiling one when he saw that I had a little flag like they put on his favorite kids meal, smiling to him as I acknowledged:

“I know you don’t like your meal without the flag.”

“Aren’t you just a sweetie pie, today?” He smirked, taking his chopstixks, making me flustered and look away laughing:

“Aww, just trying to be a good friend is all! Tell me how you like it!”

Getting my chopsticks and sitting to eat mine, I watched as he took the first bite, taking in every detail and swallowing it down, a smile on his face and his eyes lighting up at me:

“It’s delicious, Y/N! Why didn’t you tell me that you cooked any sooner?!”

“Sorry,” I laughed, taking a bite of mine and I have to say, it was pretty good! “But just think! From now on, if you want a good, home cooked meal? I’ll be your personal chef!”

“I’ll gladly take that offer,” Food always made him happy and this was so adorable to see.

He was really chowing down and it was so nice to see him in a better head space, not missing even a grain of rice and clearing his plate.

After we were done, I gathered the dishes and placed them in the dish washer, noticing how Mikey was yawning and stretching in his chair.

“If you’re sleepy, the couch is open,” Starting the dishes cycle, I went over to the couch and fluffed the pillows, grabbing a throw blanket and before I could even finish that up, he was snoring, didn’t even make it away from the table!

“Oh, Mikey,” My head shook playfully, going over and picking him up as best I could:

“Oh,” He yawned, stepping down and swaying, “I always fall asleep after a good meal.”

“I know Mikey, trust me, I know,” I chuckled, guiding him to the couch, sitting him and grabbing the blanket, “But you could use a good nap.”

“Mhm,” He already had his eyes closed, humming softly and taking me by surprise when he pulled me along with him, guiding me to lay on the couch first.

“Mikey?” I felt as hot as the sun from being so nervous and flustered. Did Draken cuddle him or something when he took naps and he needed a replacement?!

“Take a nap with me. I’m sure your tummy’s full too,” Fixing the blanket over us, he did make a point, lunch was filling, I was just so nervous!

I never cuddled with a guy before and it being Mikey?!

It was a lot to process, but as his head rested on my stomach, arms hugging me softly, he was cozy and warm, and everything about it felt so right.

“Yeah, I’m full too,” I told myself to relax, what would a little cuddle hurt? This was a new kind of comfort and a place in my heart wanted it.

He was already falling asleep again and to help, I massaged his scalp, running my hand through his blonde locks.

With a sleepy smile, he adjusted himself, nudging his head up higher towards me and I thought that I was literally going to melt into a puddle as he nuzzled his head against my breasts, humming:

“Ah, so soft.”

Thank goodness his eyes were closed because I knew probably looked crazy from the shock, sweating even! Especially when he giggled, nudging his head into them more.

“Sweet dreams-“ His voice drifted off and this time, he was dead asleep.

There was no dodging the nervousness and the wild feeling I just went through, but I knew everything that Mikey was going through.

Mikey needed this and he always had a special place in my heart, something very special that I just haven’t admitted to yet.

Seeing him so comfortable, sound asleep and so peaceful, it gave me pure happiness.

Brushing some hair away from his face, I picked my head up, loving the fuzzy feeling I got inside when his head nuzzled back naturally, kissing his temple softly:

“Sweet dreams, Mikey.”