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[astarlightmonbebe]

the uncanny counter: ep 3

here we go again

this episode served again

we got some counter business, some personal business, and more bonding time!!!

side note but their ‘territory’ is very pretty lol

i like how they showed mun integrating himself into the team while simultaneously being shown as a newcomer all the same

because it’s really obvious that the other three counters work very well together and have been working together for a long time, and while mun is learning quickly, he’s still new to the whole operation and it shows

however he also offers a new perspective (e.g. the whole warehouse thing at the beginning of the episode)

on that note, it also shows how he is much younger than the rest of them (i assume hana is like a college student? she’s probably not much older than him, but still by a few years)

i also like how it shows the pros and cons of his new power and position, and how he is adjusting

like beating that guy up a lot + almost killing him (re this: concerned for the next episode djkskjskjs hhhhh)

juyeon, ungmin, and mun are such a great friendship and i love them all so much

especially when he was learning to ride the bike + showing them he could walk

i wonder if the show is going to slowly introduce us to each other counter’s backstory, like they’re starting with mo tak 

i mean i get the feeling that the focus is more going to be on mo tak because he has a connection to mun and his backstory, but i hope we also get flashbacks for mrs chu and hana

i am glad they tied back the missing fliers lady (here’s to hoping this isn’t the type of drama to have a ton of loose ends, i doubt it will be)

also the police officer woman (lieutenant kim)

i’m wondering about her...like is she the only not corrupt officer or just one of the lesser ones (versus the greater evil of her fellow officers)

gah hate the blatant way the officer cops treat her... every day i sit down and something sexist has to be going on huh

i’m also curious if the Big Bad (i.e. the people who did that to mo tak and mun’s parents) will have connections to the evil spirits (in order to tie it back to the counters) or if they’ll be another type of evil all together

also wondering if we’ll see the guy who killed the og counter in the first episode again (they might have taken care of him already but i forgot + i don’t think so??)

hana’s look at the end of the episode served though (side note but i really love sejeong and byeonggyu’s looks haha)

nervous for the next episode ahhh...................!!!!!!!!!!! but this was a really good one once again :D

[confusednarcissistwrites]

Je T’aime (T.C.)

Another request for the angel, @thestarsaregivenonceonly​ . This is sooo fluffy, but I think we all could use a bit of that right now. Hope you enjoy, doll 😘

(fluffy smut for the soul, jealousy)

“Timmy, you’re making a mess!”

You were incredibly grateful that your boyfriend had found a project that kept him in New York for a few months. You’d just recently moved in together and were getting into each other’s rhythms. This included working on dinners together, much to your delight.

You squealed, trying to dodge Timotheé’s attempts to smear tomato sauce on your face.

“Just let it happen! You know you can’t outrun me,” he taunted, cornering you against the counter. He swiped it across your nose while you giggled and twisted away, spreading the sauce in a stripe across your cheek. “Ha! Gotcha!” he cheered, licking the last of it from his thumb.

“You’ll regret this, Chalamet,” you replied, wrinkling up your nose and poking him in the chest.

“Oh yeah? How’s that?” He wiggled his eyebrows and locked you between him and the counter with his arms.

You ducked below his arm and slipped free. “Because, I’m going to use ALL the garlic! Not only that, but then I’m going to make you kiss me ALL night,” you replied smugly as you spread the fresh garlic cloves evenly across your flatbread.

Timotheé whined loudly behind you as he pulled a paper towel from the roll. “Ruuuuude. But fair is fair, I suppose.” He grinned, wiping the sauce from your face. “You’re much less intimidating without your Italian war paint.”

You giggled, standing up on your tiptoes to peck his lips before returning your attention to the ingredients before you. You opted for a few slices of fresh mozzarella, some basil, and a sprinkling of olives. Once you finished, you popped into the preheated oven. You caught Tim singing softly, his body moving to the music playing from your phone as he happily assembled his own pizza. A wave of adoration for the lanky boy washed over you, and you wandered over to wrap your arms around his middle.

“Hi,” he chuckled, patting your arm while his eyes fretted about to choose what flavor combo struck him that evening.

“Hi,” you hummed happily, watching him intently as he piled on more and more. “There’s no way you’re going to eat all of that!”

“We never eat two pizzas! We need to have people over on pizza night,” he replied, turning around, his hands sliding down your arms to hold your hands.

“I guess we are all the way moved in now and could do that,” you thought aloud, swinging your clasped hands. “Did you have anyone in mind?”

“Well, I was talking to C/S about coming over for drinks sometime this week. Maybe we could invite her,” he suggested casually, releasing your hands to put his own flatbread into the oven.

Of course.

You felt your elated mood drop sharply upon the mention of her name. The media had erupted with excitement when it was announced that they would be working together, and, as always, the fans began “shipping” them right away. Now, you’d been trying very, VERY hard to not feel insecure about all of it, and Timotheé always assured you that the relationship was strictly professional. While you had learned to brush off the media’s intense assumptions, it was hard to ignore it coming directly from the source. He often came home with wild stories that seemed to all circulate around her, even mentioning pet names they’d developed for each other. He knew you were sensitive about it, but it felt like he didn’t even try to hold back. You tried so hard to ignore your insecurities. You knew he would never sneak around on you, that this was just how co-stars interacted, and he was just one of those magnetic people who makes close friends rather quickly. But no matter what you told yourself, the little, green monster in you refused to let it go.

“Oh,” you replied dumbly, cursing yourself for letting it slip.

Timotheé turned around, his brow furrowed. “Oh?”

“I just- I mean don't you think that would be kind of awkward? Just the three of us?”

“Nah. She’s been wanting to meet you, remember?” Could he really not see what was going on?

“I don't know… Don’t you want to just.. be home? I mean you see her all day, right?” You cringed, hearing how blatantly jealous you sounded.

“Oh, babyyyyy. This isn’t about her at all is it? Are you jealous?” he cooed with a grin, cupping your cheek. He clearly found this all very amusing.

You pulled away, feeling horribly embarrassed. “I’m not jealous! I just figured you’d want some time to yourself,” you insisted, busying yourself by checking in the oven.

“Ahhh, you are! Look how blushed your cheeks are! Somebody has a crush on meeee,” he sang, hugging you tightly from behind.

“Timmy, stop it,” you choked, suddenly on the brink of tears. You were humiliated.

“Woah, woah, woah, hey, love, what’s wrong? Don’t cry.” His demeanor completely switched, turning you around to look at him. Worry filled his features, making you crack. Like the flip of a switch, you were suddenly sobbing into his shirt, leaving him wholly confused and concerned. “Baby girl, what is it? Talk to me,” he pleaded.

You pulled back, wiping your eyes harshly. “I’m sorry. God, I’m sorry.” The timer chimed and you turned around, pulling dinner from the oven.

“Don’t be sorry, angel. Just tell me what is going on- Is this about C/S?” he pressed, his hands gently rubbing up and down your arms.

You sniffled, turning around to face him. God, he was a saint. He was nearly in tears himself as he fought to understand what could possibly have you this upset. You took a deep breath, trying to find the least confrontational way to express what you were feeling. “I-I just.. I’m having a hard time with everything this time, for some reason. I just feel like maybe she’s new and more exciting, and you’d rather have her around than me.” You felt even more ridiculous saying it out loud, but you couldn’t deny your own insecurities.

Timmy shook his head, clearly pained by your words. He pulled you into his chest, nuzzling his face into your hair. “Mon amour, I’m so, so sorry I made you feel that way. I’d choose to have you around over anyone in this entire world, you know that right?”

You sighed, letting out a weak laugh. “Yes, I do. I just have such a hard time believing it sometimes.”

He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes. “The only reason I reacted the way I did was because I can’t even imagine loving someone the way that I love you; it’s a whole other breed of love. I can’t imagine you being jealous over little, ole me,” he laughed, wiping away your tears with his thumb.

“Ugh, stop being so perfect,” you groaned with a smile, hiding your face in his shoulder. It was amazing the way he could soothe your worries in a matter of sentences.

“No, god, don't say that.” He shook his head, holding you close with one hand tucked securely at the nape of your neck. “And trust me when I tell you…” He leaned down, his lips just barely brushing over the shell of your ear. “No one excites me like you do.”

You shivered at his change in tone, peering up at him with flushed cheeks. “Yeah?”

He held your face, tilting his head as he captured your lips with his in a kiss so tender you thought you might faint. His tongue skipped across your bottom lip, lightly tugging it between his teeth. “Absolutely,” he breathed. “Let me show you?”

You blushed darkly, giving him a nod. He took your hand and tugged you off to your bedroom, dinner forgotten for the moment. You let him push you into bed and pull your leggings down your legs while you made quick work of your shirt, leaving you in a lacy bralette and matching panties. He groaned at the sight, his head falling against your stomach before looking up at you. “You don’t even know what you do to me; it’s so unfair.” His voice was low and needy, making you ache.

You laughed softly, sitting up to pull off his shirt. He cupped your face and kissed you deeply before you could get distracted with him. He wanted you to know that this was all for you tonight. He sucked on your lower lip, asking for entrance. You happily obliged, releasing soft sounds of pleasure into his mouth. He seemed to have this way of kissing you that made you feel all of his attention and adoration for you. No one had ever made you feel the way he did, and that’s why the thought of losing him to another terrified you so much. You hoped that he felt the same flips in his stomach for you.

“Come back to me,” he whispered gently, sensing your overthinking as though you were saying it out loud. You met his eyes, so full of love and concern. “I will spend every day of my life convincing you- I intend to, if you’ll have me.” He pressed kisses to your forehead, nose, chin, and travelled down your neck.

“Yes. Please,” you responded breathlessly. “I need you.”

Feeling just as needy, Timothee slipped out of his sweats and boxers, settling between your thighs and wrapping your legs around himself. He carefully pressed into your warmth, his eyes fluttering closed as you clenched around him. You would never tire of watching him feel good, no matter the form. He wore every emotion like an old cardigan that swallowed him whole. He brushed the tip of his nose against your cheek as he bottomed out, your hands roaming his chest and tangling into his precious curls.

“Let me love you.” Your heart just about broke. He was nearly pleading with you.

“Forever,” you replied, pulling him to your lips. Your bodies rocked as one, breathy moans and sighs bouncing off of the ceiling back to your ears to make you shiver. You felt foolish for ever doubting him. His mouth abused your neck, setting your bones ablaze with pleasure.

He quickly found himself becoming too excited, so he slowed and carefully pulled out. You watched him curiously, realization settling over you as he lowered his mouth to trail kisses down the valley between your breasts to your stomach and down between your legs. He eyed you as he circled your sensitive bud with his tongue, watching you moan out his name and lose your hands in your hair. You rocked your hips against his tongue. Always eager to give, Timothee reveled in every second of your pleasure until you were falling apart against his mouth and fingers.

Panting heavily, you pulled him back up to you and kissed him feverishly. His back was against the headboard as you sat in his lap, grinding your hips against his. Few words were spoken, but confessions slipped from you both as you held one another close. You reached between your bodies and slid him back into you. You both sighed in ecstasy. “You feel like… you were made just for me,” you breathed, beginning to lift yourself up and drop back down into his lap.

He cursed, watching your every movement with intensity. “I was.” You both got lost in each other, kissing and touching every inch within your reach.

“I’m close, amour,” he soon whined, head lolled back as he gazed up at you and his hands gripped your hips. You were both covered in a sheen of sweat, leaving his face glittering and breathtaking as always.

“Me too. So close,” you whimpered. You increased your pace, his hips rising to meet you now and hitting you just right. You tensed suddenly, your orgasm washing over you in waves. Timothee moaned against your collarbone, whispering sweet nothings and holding you close. He came soon after, spilling his love inside of you with stuttering thrusts. His hands slid across your spine as he trembled in the afterglow.

“I love you, my girl. Only you, forever,” he panted softly, tucking your hair behind your ear. A shy smile tugged on his lips, making you melt.

“Je t’aime, Timo.” You kissed his forehead, content to stay right there in his embrace forever.

[magnumx-opus]

AHHH THANK YOU! i feel bad filling your whole blog up with my own asks, if you’d like to restore neatness to your blog i can message off anon im jus real shy HAHA 🥺 and ahdhskgfjs your replies always make me smile sm goodness gracious me💕💕💕and oh my you’re so sweet and caring ahhh my heart literally went 🤯!!!!!! altho pls don’t worry i assure you I’m really okay now ahaha (especially after hearing from you hehe💖)

and catboy mozart for halloween???? absolutely iconic I’m in LOVE — AND I DIDNT KNOW YOU PLAYED PIANO !!!! HOW TALENTED CAN ONE PERSON BE ??? THATS AMAZING ILY EVEN MORE NOW 💖💕💖💕💖 i could literally have 1000 questions sdjsdjsdj but for now can I please ask what your favourite piece to play or just listen to is? 🥺

and it’s not out of nowhere at all !!!! i love talking abt music & I’m honoured that you would ramble to me pahahaha

AND I DONT MIND AT ALL, I JUST SENT THE EXTRA ASK INCASE YOU DID MINDED BC I DIDNT WNAT YOU TO FEEL PRESSURED — ALSO DISAPPOINTED ??? HOW ???? IVE BEEN THINKING ABT THAT DRAWING SINCE YOU POSTED IT SDJSDJSDJ NEVER EVER DOUBT YOURSELF YOU’RE PERFECT

Feel free to message whenever you like dearie I’d love to talk to you for longer ^^ and I’m so glad ur feeling better :D you’re too sweet 😭😭💕💕

YES AHAHAHA I thought it would be fun to dress in the whole 18th century attire for Halloween but it will be a struggle to find the clothing MSKSJKSJM aND NOOOO IM NOT THAT TALENTED KSJIMWHISHMIEHM I just really love music and let that passion push me 😤✊ favorite piece to play? Hmmm... I really like pieces that are loud and fast like the ending of fur Elise where you just BAM on the keys and the music is LOUDDDD but at the same time I really love melodic pieces that are rich with emotion and feeling. I actually won first place a citywide piano competition this December and I was so proud of myself !!!!! 😭😭🙏💕💕 baroque is really fun to play although very difficult to learn because I have a tendency to go fast and stray from the designated fingering which makes me trip up and AAAAGH it’s difficult but I still love to play it when it’s finished. Last year I did invention no. 8 and that was a lot of fun too. To listen to, however, I really like symphonies, each movement gives me that build up to the most satisfying release before the conclusion and 20-40 minutes of that is just hEAVEN for me. For Mozart I like 25, 38, and 41 a lot (although I haven’t heard all of his symphonies so I can’t really say). For Beethoven I like 2, 5, and 7, but like I said I don’t know all of them yet so that’s subject to change ;) I like lots of romantic era music as well as well as some other composers like Tchaikovsky (PAS DE DEUX IS BEAUTIFUL I ONCE WROTE A FANFIC AROUND THAT PIECE) and Chopin and Liszt but idk lately I’ve been super into Beethoven. I’m listening to this podcast biography lecture thing about Beethoven’s life and omg, absolutely adore it. It’s so informative and I love getting to see these composers as actual people with actual lives and I just ???? Maybe it’s weird but I love them so much they mean so much to meeee

This is getting so long I am so sorry omg but yeah about my favorite things to listen to I also love Beethoven’s 5th piano concerto!! My dad took me and my fam to watch it live once and I was absolutely entranced. I listen to it all the time now and it NEVER gets old. Sooooo good omg

IM GLAD U DONT MIND ME RAMBLING BC U SURE GOT A LOT OF IT AHUSGHSGWHGEHEG SORRY ABOUT THAT

You are such a sweetheart ily dear

[itsme690]

Bad Day part 3

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The following week Rami was off to LA. Luckily this round he was only going to be gone for two weeks and would be home in three more days! He called me every morning at 7am, which in LA it was the ungodly hour of 4am, just to tell me to have a good day and that he loved me. We texted anytime he was free, and facetimed each night when I was going to bed. I loved him so much for always thinking of me even while he was away.

I had put in my two weeks notice at the office a few days after Rami asked me to go to London with him, so I only had the reaminder of this week left!

It was Wednesday morning and promptly at 7am, my phone buzzed.

"Good morning, handsome." I said into the phone, starting to get dressed for work.

"Hello love. Just think, three more days and you'll be done with that place and you can come home and I'll be there waiting for you with open arms! And then you'll be with me on a longgg 9 hour plane ride with meeee!!"

"Oh..great...." I teased him.

"Hey, you know you love me!" I wish I could see his face, I bet he had that little smirk on.

"Yeah yeah yeah...I do.." I giggled back.

"I miss you (Y/N), I can't wait to be back home with you...doing filhy things with you..." he whispered that last part in a teasing way.

"Don't you dare start..."

"I want to take you in my arms, kiss you har..."

"RAMI!!"

"hard..slowly undress you...slide my hand down...."

"RAMI I have to get ready for work!"

"...down to your good spot...cupping your wet warmth..."

"Fuck it..ill be late. You got me babe, don't let me down now..."

"Have I ever let you down baby?" I got myself back into bed now, only half dressed. His words were definitely making me feel some sort of way.

"Never." Shaking my head. "You always make me feel so good. I love your touch, I crave you to be inside of me.." I said, tucking my hair behind my ears.

"Oh yeah baby. Tell me, what are you wearing?" he sneered.

"Wouldn't you like to know.." I winked even though I knew he couldn't see me.

"As a matter of fact I do..it would really help me out right now."

"Bra and panties."

"Color? Lacy? Silky? Come on, help a guy out."

"Blush pink, silky. But they are in the works of coming off...." I teased and unclasped my bra and slid my panties down my legs.

"Thats so hott (Y/N)! I bet your nipples are rock hard, and your pussy is wet."

"Yes sir. Very wet. What do you want me to do?" I asked seductively.

"Place your hands on your breasts. I want to feel those beauties so bad...sucking your nipples."

"Mmm yes baby, I love the sound of that. I want to take your cock in my hands..and then in my mouth. Sucking you. Bobbing my head up and down your length."

"Fuck (Y/N) you're good. You make me so fucking hard."

"Oh yeah? I want to make you cum so fucking hard, swallowing every..last..drip.." By now I slithered my hand down my stomach to begin touching myself. Our phone sex may not be the greatest, but its the best we can do when we are apart.

"Shit..really? That sounds so fucking hott! Start rubbing your clit now."

"Oops I'm already doing that..and it feels so good."

"Quick slide in a finger!" He demanded. I did as I was told.

"Mmm Rami, now what?"

"Add another! Then curl those fingers baby!" He said. I curled my fingers as he told me to, finding the spot he can always find so easily by himself. "Pump em' in and out baby."

"Oh shit, I'm so close. Talk to me..tell me what you want to do to me!" I said, pumping my fingers in and out, curling them. It didn't feel nearly as good compared to when Rami did this.

"Yes baby, cum for me! I want to suck and flick your clit while pumping my fingers in you. You squeezing my head with your thighs."

"FUCKK RRAMI..don't stop! Don't fucking stop!" Pumping my fingers faster, grinding my clit on the palm of my hand.

"Then i'll lick my fingers clean of your juices. Then kiss you, sliding my tongue to meet yours."

"I need you inside me me baby, right fucking now!"

"I guide myself in you, filling you. Fuck (Y/N) you are so fucking tight around me! Slamming myself into you.."

"MMMM...FUCKK YESS OH GOD!!!" I moan as I let myself go. Hearing his voice saying these things to me just made me so hot. "Ahhh I..I..love you so much Rami!!" I kept going with the sexy talk to help him get off. After a few loud grunts and moaning of my name I knew he was in his ecstasy.

"(Y/N), you make me feel so amazing. You never cease to amaze me. I love you too, so much." He said, panting and out of breath. "I really really can't wait to be with you in a few short days."

"I can't wait too baby." I said, trying to compse myself to get up and get dressed for work, I was going to be so late! "So, how am I going to explain why I am so late this morning?"

"Stop at Dunkin' on your way in, grab a dozen donuts and a box of joe. Tell them the line was really long but you felt like treating everyone since its your last few days." He suggests. A huge smile appeared on my face.

"Rami Malek, have I ever told you how brilliant you are!? Thank you! I will do just that!" I blushed.

"Thank you, thank you very much!"

"I'll talk to you later babe, have a great day!! I love you!" Not wanting to get off the phone with him but I knew I had to so I could finish getting ready and head to Dunkin'.

"Thank you love, You as well. I love you more!" He said.

"Not in a million years." I said and we hung up. I was being honest though, I don't think he could love me more than I love him. Equally, maybe. But not more!

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It was finally Friday! The whole office threw me a Bon Voyage party for my last day. I was a bit surprised by it honestly, I didn't think any of them even liked me. I loaded my car with flowers and cards that some of my co-workers had given me. My drive home was the best, knowing I never had to go to that place again, knowing that Rami was home waiting for me. Anxiously trying to get home as quick as possible, I unfortunately hit every red light.

I pulled into the driveway and jumped out of my car. Running to the house, leaving the flowers and cards in the car, knowing he could help me transport them to the house later. I just HAD to see him!!

I unlocked the door and opened it to Max whining and wagging his tail, happy to see me. "Honey I'm homeeeee!" I called, hanging up my coat and purse.

"SURPRISE!!!" said from a few familiar voices. Rami, had invited both our familes and some of our closest friends over for a surprise last minute going away party! I ran straight to him and took him in my arms.

"Thank you baby, you didn't have to do this! I love you so much!" I looked at him in eyes and pecked his lips. He took me around the corner to a more secluded room so he could kiss me more passionately without the audience.

"I know baby. I know we haven't been together for two weeks but I figured we should see our friends and families before we leave for London on Tuesday." He was such a family man, I loved him for that. We went back out to entertain our guests. I talked with my parents while Rami was joking around with his twin brother, Sami.

I went to the empty kitchen to grab myself another glass of wine when Yasmine, Ramis older sister, came in behind me.

"So, are you excited to be going to London?" she asked.

"Ecstatic! I know I won't be going on set a lot of the days but I have always wanted to go sightseeing in London, so here is my chance! As well as being with the love of my life!" I said grabbing the wine from the fridge.

"Well, you sure are glowing! You will love it over there! Just don't go too crazy!" She said and left the room. What did she mean by glowing? Shit. When was the last time I had...? I ran to look at the calendar. I looked down and placed my hands on my stomach. Could I be? No....I can't be.... right? I'm on birth control!

The rest of the party I couldn't stop thinking about Yasmines comment. GLOWING. Sami and Rami hugged it out on the front porch and I waved from the front door. Rami closed the door behind him as we went in to clean up the house. He was washing dishes in the kitchen as I wiped down the kitchen table.I was so nervous to talk to him about what his sister had told me, but I was dying inside, I had to tell him!

"So Yasmine told me something interesting tonight.." I said anxiously.

"Oh my God, please dont tell me she told you the time when I...." he started to say. I interrupted him.

"No no babe not that. She said I was glowing..." I forced out. He stopped washing the glass in his hand and looked confused.

"What does she mean by that?" he asked, running the glass under the faucet to get the soap off and placing it in the drying rack.

"Well, most of the time when people say that women are 'glowing' they mean.." He instantly turned around to look at me. He had an indifferent look on his face.

"(Y/N) are you pregnant?" he asked in different tone. I couldn't tell if he was angry, scared, or happy.

"I don't know. I didn't even realize I was late until she mentioned I was 'glowing'!" Rami just had a blank stare on his face. "Please, please say whats on your mind love."

"I mean, you know...I'd be delighted if you are. Its not the best of timing, but we will take things as they come if you are pregnant." He walked over to me, grabbing my hands, bringing them to his chest. "I'd love to see a little you or me running around!" His answers made me so relieved. Yes, were going to London, not the best timing but..we will be happy.

"Oh thank God! I was so nervous of what you would say. You would be an amazing father, Rami." I said and took him in my arms tighter than ever.

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The next morning I woke up and rolled over to where Rami had been sleeping right next to me. My eyes still closed, feeling around for his body but he wasn't there. I rubbed and opened my eyes to find a note on his pillow. 'Good morning love, Ran out to pick up a few things, be back soon. I love you! -Ram.'

I stayed in bed wondering what he could have possibly needed to go out so early for on a Saturday morning! He was not a morning person and would always sleep in later than I would. So this was definitely odd behavior for him to be up and out before me!

I heard him close his car door when he got home. I was just so excited that he was back. His keys jingled in the front door. I wanted him so bad, I took off my pjs and hid anxiously under the covers for him to come find me! His footsteps getting louder and louder the closer he got to our room. I sat up, wrapping the blankes around my chest.

"Good morning baby" he said, carrying a few bags and two coffees. "Got you your favorite coffee and a muffin!" He kissed the top of my head.

"Thank you honey! But whats with all the bags?" I asked curiously. He dumped out the bags on the bed. Tons of pregnancy tests came falling out.

"I didn't know which brand you preferred or which is most accurate. So here is one of every kind thats out there!" he said looking down at them. " I could barely sleep last night, thinking about this too much."

"Oh, Rami!" I giggled. "Come here baby!" Still holding up the blankets to cover my chest. He moved to sit on the edge of the bed next to me, resting his head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around him, his head now holding up the blanket against me. "Thank you, I love you." I smiled and kissed the fuzzy side of his head.

"Lets go, I want to know. I need to know love." he said, urging me to get up to take one of the many many tests. He tossed me the throw blanket from the chair, he must have known my original intentions of the morning. I wrapped myself up in the warm, flannel blanket and grabbed one of the tests.

"Alright, it says we need to wait 5 minutes to get the results." I set the timer on my phone. I threw on my bathrobe to stay warm.

"5 minutes!?" he said, pacing around the bedroom. I took his hands in mine, kissing his knuckles.

"Baby relax. We are in this together. I am just as anxious." I sat him in the arm chair beside the bed and sat on his lap, throwing my legs up over the arm of the chair. Cupping his face in my hands I turned him to look at me. "Seriously, are you okay with all of this?"

"I'm excited and nervous. Especially since I'm not sure how long we will be in London for still. I just want you to know I will be there for you no matter what the outcome. I love you (Y/N)."

"I love you too Rami."

The sound of my phone started going off to let us know it was time. "Are you ready?" I asked.

"As ready as I'll ever be." he said, picking me up in his arms, kissing me and gently placing my feet on the floor. We went in to the bathroom to check. A single red line was the result. "What does that mean??" He was fidgeting with the tests intructions to figure out what it meant.

"Negative." I said.

"Take another!" He said, running back in the bedroom to grab me another test. "That test was a bad one. You've got to be pregnant, Yasmine is always right!" He stopped and looked at me with narrowed eyes.."don't you dare tell her I ever said that!" We both laughed. He left the room so I could take this second test. Luckily I had that coffee. I came back out and sat on edge of the bed, head in my hands. "Whats wrong love?" He was digging out our suitcases out of the back of our closet.

"What if...what if i'm not pregnant?" I said sadly. He came over and sat next to me.

"Well then we will try again, a lot." he sneered. "(Y/N), don't worry about it. The timing isn't the greatest, but if you are, thats great too! I really want to be the father of your baby. You will be a wonderful mother when the time is right. I love you, sweetheart, forever, regadrless of this outcome." He always knew the right things to say.

"I love you too. I just, I dont know. I really want this. I have always wanted to have kids but never really thought when I wanted them. And now, I really want this." His hand on my cheek moved my face to look at him.

"I really want this too." He said and kissed my lips. We went back in to check this test together. Hand in hand. I closed my eyes.

"I can't look Rami, what does it show?" I asked, covering my face with my empty hand.

"A plus sign?"he questioned.

"OMG!" I squealed, opening my eyes to look at it myself to make sure he was right.

"Baby, whats it mean!?!?!" he turned to me to see the look on my face.

"Rami, WE'RE PREGNANT!" I yelled. He grabbed me in his arms and spun me around. Kissing my whole face.

[serensama]

In the house that Han built.

Jumin x MC week day 6: Domesticity and Parenthood 

Sunday 17th of September, 2017 Married under one year.

-       They woke up early, their body clocks unable to shake off the routine they were already used to. 7am on the dot, Jumin’s eyes opened first as he watched his wife start to return to the waking world, her brows knitting together as she fought to stay asleep. He wondered what she dreamt about, was it something fantastical like saving him from a dragon or something simple and ordinary, like her reliving the moment of her welcoming him home? It wouldn’t surprise him if it was the latter, for no matter what, she would be at the door as he arrived with Elizabeth the third in her grasp, ready to jump into his opened arms. As much as he hoped she dreamt of something amazing- he hoped that her dreams were filled with their daily life together just that little bit more.  

-       When she scratched away the sleep from her blurry eyes, she felt a soft press of his lips at her temple along with his husky whisper of him heading to the kitchen to make them pancakes.

-       Moments later she stretched and shuffled into the kitchen beside him to make them tea, wrapping her arms around him and pressing up against him as he made the batter, her cheek resting on the middle of his back. MC was fighting a losing battle as his rhythmic breathing and the warmth he emitted lured her back to sleep.

-       Jumin wondered how she managed to stay awake during the week when he left for work at that time and then he remembered; by that time they would have been at the front door, their lips locked together as they tried their best to say goodbye for the day. He supposed that sort of strenuous activity, the act of holding back from engaging in actual strenuous activity, would wake anyone up.

-       His chuckle woke her as did the soft squeeze of his hand on top of hers. “Darling, would you prefer to have breakfast in bed?” he laughed as she wiped away the small pool of moisture at the side of her mouth all the while shaking her head. “Are you sure?” he asked again, the amusement in his voice evident. MC shook her head again, her forehead brushing against his soft pyjamas, a weak whine escaping from her. “Go on, back to bed. I’ll bring everything in to you.”

-       She pouted though she obeyed, dragging her feet back to their bedroom with her husband looking after her as she went. She had taken to wearing his work shirts to bed, large as they were on her and after the first couple of times of her doing it, he finally understood the intrinsic appeal of a woman in her man’s shirt.

-       She was awakened by a soft caress of his hand against her shin, his other hand balancing the heavy tray as if it were nothing but paper. Frowning, MC covered her face with the blanket and muttered “Five more minutes!”.

-       The blankets were pulled away from her until her torso was bared, the cold air nipping at her skin. MC opened her eyes and grunted as she reluctantly forced herself awake.

-       MC sat against the headboard trying to hide her sleepiness as he laid the tray over her thighs, the smell of the fresh pancakes and the sweet tang of strawberries hitting her as she felt her stomach grumble and her mouth water. He couldn’t cook much but his pancakes were divine and she could have lived off the stuff for the rest of her life if he just let her.

-       They fed each other, giggling stupidly and laughing outright when cream or syrup dribbled down their chin. They sipped at their tea as MC snuggled into the crook of his arm, her head blocking the very centre of the weekend paper he was trying his best to read. Funnily enough, he didn’t have the heart to ask her to move, finding the back of her head supremely interesting. Much more than current world events at any rate.

-       Somehow, between reading and scraping the plate for the last remnants of sweetness, their lips found each other and soon they were rolling around on their large bed and taking turns in who could stay dominant the longest. A contest they seemed to have started not long after their wedding night. Jumin usually won. Usually.

-       MC laughed at her husband’s dazed look as she jumped off of him and wandered about the house, still only dressed in his shirt.

-       He found her on the couch on her back, legs bent to help prop up the book she was reading. Smiling, Jumin chose a book from the small pile he had on the side table and sat beside her, not surprised when he felt her wriggle up to lay her head on his lap.

-       His hands would always be on her in some way. For the longest time as they read, their free hands would tangle amongst each other’s, their fingers playing mindlessly just enjoying the feel of their touch. Other times he would run his hand through the length of her hair that was spread across his thighs, he would twist the smooth strands between his fingertips and relished in the comfort it brought to them.

-       She read passages aloud from her book that she thought he would enjoy, putting on the voices she thought each character would have to make him laugh. Not stopping until his smile turned into hearty guffaws with him bending over and clutching at his sides. (If there was one thing she aimed to do every day, it was to make her husband laugh so hard he would almost cry. From making funny faces whilst she brushed her teeth to tickling him ((which always resulted in a tickle war)), MC revelled in the sound of Jumin’s unbridled laughter).

-       Their day ended with a glass of wine (or two!) and the sweet words of goodnight as they climbed into their unmade bed, the rumpled bedspread welcoming them back.

-       Jumin wrapped his long arms around his wife, keeping her safe and warm. MC kissed his brow before nuzzling him tenderly and whispering ‘I love you’. A nightly ritual. Theirs.

  Sunday 18th of September, 2022 Married for under 6 years.

-       They woke up early, not because their body clocks told them to, but because there were two rambunctious children jumping up and down on their bed at 7am in the morning.

-       Jumin wearily looked over to MC who seemed like she was still dreaming, a dazed smile on her face as she watched their son and daughter talk a million miles a minute as the bounced from one side of the bed to the other. “You’re smiling dear,” he grinned as he scratched at his eye with the back of his hand, stifling a loud yawn. “Mhmm… I dreamt that this was how I was going to be woken up.” “Was it a good dream or a bad dream?” he joked throwing her a lopsided smile as he propped himself on his elbows, his eyes tracking the kids as they laughed and chased each other around their bed. “I… you know what… I don’t know. I liked the part where I was sleeping. I liked the part about the kids. I disliked the waking up part.” “I also disliked the waking up part.”

-       Slowly but surely the kids managed to get their parents up and out of bed. It may have taken both Taemin and Aeri pulling on their father’s arm and leg before the man submitted, but the moment he was up, Taemin grabbed his hand and marched straight into the kitchen. “It’s Sunday! Sunday is pancake day! You said you would teach me this time Daddy!” “Ahhh, so I did. So I did.”

-       Aeri climbed into bed with her mother who had pretended to fall back asleep, only to shriek seconds later when cold little fingers found their way under her pyjama top and tried their best to shock her awake. “You cheeky little monkey!” MC screeched as she set upon tickling her daughter, she high pitched laughs filling the bedroom. “D-Daadddyy!!! Heeelpp!!! Ma-mama’s tickling… hahah… meeee!” “Daddy’s making breakfast- there’s no helping you now!!! ONLY ME AND MY REVENGE!” MC boomed dramatically as she doubled her attacks, the little girl writhing and laughing so loud that Elizabeth the third woke up and threw them a dirty look before leaving the room. The mother and daughter looked at each other and smiled before MC placed a kiss on her daughter’s head, their impromptu morning workout more than enough to wake her up. “Come on, let’s help your father and brother, hmm?”

-       In matching aprons, Jumin and Taemin made quick work of the batter and were already halfway through cooking the prettiest looking pancakes MC had ever seen. MC picked up her daughter and slung her over her hip as she pointed out all the different china sets they had, asking for her help to choose. Did you want the plain white? No. How about the pretty white with the gold trim- oh… okay no. Well how about the… you want us to all eat from your kiddie plates? The bright neon plastic plates that your father had a coronary buying because it looked too cheap for his children? You want him to eat off that?… Okay.

-       Grabbing all the necessary tableware, MC set them in front of her daughter who was ready and eager to eat.

-       MC set the table (the coffee table in the lounge, a Sunday-only tradition) and decided to make pretty swans out of the napkins… as ridiculous as they looked with the plastic plates, happily humming along… only to realise she had gone two whole minutes without Aeri asking her how or why she was doing something. Looking up to her once energy filled daughter, who not only five minutes ago was laughing and jumping around… was dozing off, her eyes blinking slowly as her head started to loll forward. “Aeri…” “Hmmm” “Did you want to have more of a sleepy honey?” “N-no! I’m good! I want pancakes!”

“Are you sure? We can save you some-” “TAEMIN WILL EAT ALL THE BEST ONES!” “He will not-” “She’s right. I will,” her son quipped as he held up a plate stacked high with pancakes.

-       Jumin looked over his small family and smiled as he shook his head, his children bickering amongst themselves over which pancakes they wanted, whichever Taemin chose Aeri wanted, convinced he had the best one- the two almost teetered into an argument before he quickly placed almost a whole punnet of strawberries on his daughter’s plate, the argument instantly forgotten as she began to munch on her favourite fruit.

-       The Han family sat around the table, Jumin on the sofa with Taemin and MC on the floor with Aeri in between her legs; laughing at each other’s stories with food still in their mouths and fingers sticky with syrup.

-       MC watched on from her place braiding Aeri’s hair, her husband and son conversing very seriously over the merits of using chocolate chips over strawberries in the pancakes and couldn’t help but smile. Jumin caught her eye and quirked an eyebrow in silent question at her serene expression, holding her gaze as Taemin continued to chatter on.

-       They didn’t realise it, how quickly things had changed. Romance taking a backburner to change diapers. Her fancy dresses and pearls exchanged for comfy clothing she could run after her children in and could afford to get dirty without breaking down and crying (like that haute couture dress Jumin had commissioned for her… that Taemin had promptly threw up on just an hour before the Prime Minister’s ball). They were the best changes. There were no regrets.

-       After lazing about not doing much at all, Aeri had decided she wanted to do her mother’s hair and Taemin wanted to practise his reading, both parents acquiescing to their children’s simple demands; relishing the attention their children lavished upon on them, craved from them. Jumin and MC both recognised that their time with their babies was short and that they would cherish every moment they had with them as they did with each other.

-       The dishes were left on the table, forgotten as the couple snuggled on the couch as they watched their kids play with blocks (a gift from Zen), stuffed animals (Yoosung), jigsaw puzzles (godfather V) and read along to fairytale audio books (Aunty Jaehee).

-       After hours of playing quietly indoors, their energy could no longer be contained; both young children ran outside to play in the rose gardens with a new flying contraption that played hide and seek with them (Saeyoung or Saeran made that one), their joyous shrieks and giggles wafting up to the house.

-       MC clambered up to watch over them from the balcony, leaning over the railing to get as close to them as she could. Right there before them, their love and life’s work in their children’s perfection. Billions of dollars could never compare to having a family of their own. For moments spent in bed being woken up against their will, to never having a moment’s peace, the petty arguments and the laughter. Oh the laughter. She was the richest woman in the world by the laughter she had in her life alone.

-       She felt two strong arms wrap around her, a pointed chin digging into her shoulder. The smell of mint and strawberries permeating her senses, warmth seeping into her back as Jumin held her to him, a small noise of contentment rolled in the base of his throat as he hung on to her.

-       She leant into the touch for a few minutes, his body feeling so right next to hers, before a shrill squeak of laughter pierced her calm and brought her falling back to reality. Patting Jumin’s hands that rested atop her ribs just below her breasts, she awkwardly turned her head and kissed him on the side of the mouth, mumbling something about needing to clean the dishes and the lounge before disentangling herself from his grasp.

-       Taking two steps away from him MC was quickly pulled back by the catch of her wrist, to find herself trapped within the clutches of one Jumin Han, a soft smile on his face as he peppered the side of her face with butterfly kisses so faint it felt like he merely traced his lips against her skin. “Five more minutes,” he whispered into her ear as he turned his attention back to the playing kids out in the garden.

-       MC nodded and linked her arms around his waist as she too turned to watch their son and daughter, the couple laughing at their innocent antics.

“Mummy! Daddy! Come down! Play with us!” they chorused, as they waved them down, both children beaming brighter than the sun. Jumin and MC gave each other a side long glance before MC tapped him on the shoulder, bounding away from him with a cheeky look on her face. “You’re It! Come find me!” she cackled as she ran downstairs to join their children.

-       Jumin rolled his eyes and ran a hand through his hair as he watched MC rally with the kids to get him down and playing with them, the love of his life bouncing from side to side to get warmed up.

-       He chuckled to himself as he walked down to meet them. He would always find his wife. When was that woman going to learn. “One, two, three, four… you all better be hiding… five… six… I can hear you giggling from here Aeri… seven, eight, nine… nine and a quarter… I can see your foot Taemin… nine and a half… ten. Ready or not, here I come!”

-       Hardly a minute passed before MC felt the same arms wrap around her middle, and a kiss pressed to her throat. “Found you.” “Never doubted you for a second.”

-       Taemin and Aeri came out of hiding after ten minutes of not hearing from either their mother or their father, only to find them on the side of the house locked in a passionate embrace, completely oblivious to anything around them.

-       “EWWWWW GROSS!”

-       As they broke apart, light blushes gracing their cheeks from being caught out, MC apologised and told them to hide again, this time she would be the one to look for them. The kids forgiving them easily (it was a daily occurrence in their household, it was nice to see mummy and daddy in love… disgusting though it was) as they ran off noisily, MC already knowing their hiding spots just from the rustling of the plants they hid behind.

“Go on honey, I’ll find you.”

“I know you will.”

-       Jumin kissed her brow and squeezed his arms around her ever so slightly. This was their life now. Their family. Theirs.