#golden child drabbles

[sxcret-garden-archive]

So I see the tags are very dry, but is anyone still interested in reading golcha fics? Because I'm considering writing for them.... 👀

[starry-nights-garden]

✧ Golden Child Bomin x gn!reader ✧ words: ~600 ✧ genre: comfort, a bit of angst, implied friends to lovers ✧ warnings: hints of reader having a difficult relationship with their parents ✧ prompt: “I didn’t know where else to go.”

You’re running down the street for as long as your feet carry you. You don’t have a specific goal in mind - all you know is you have to get as far away from home as possible. 

Keeping your gaze fixated on your sneakers going in and out of your view so nobody would see the tears still streaming down your face, your legs eventually take a few turns to lead you back onto an all too familiar path. You don’t register it yet, but the houses around you that you’ve passed by a thousand times are slowly causing you to calm down a bit, and when you’re finally out of breath and you come to a halt, one look at your surroundings is enough to know where you are.

“Oh…” you sigh to yourself, starting to walk towards that one house at the far end of the street. The image of his face flashes by your inner eye, and you suddenly feel like he’s the only person you’d want around you right now. So you make your way to his place, and when you arrive, you ring the doorbell without hesitation. It takes him a few moments, but sure enough he soon opens the door for you, a surprised expression on his face.

“Y/N!” Bomin calls out your name. “What are you doing here?" 

"I…” You’re not sure what to tell him, but when he notices the tear stains on your face and concern reflects in his gaze, you blurt out the truth. “I didn’t know where else to go.”

“Come in first of all,” he says, inviting you with a motion of his hand, and he leads you towards the couch in the living room. “I’m alone right now,” he informs you, so you would know that you could talk freely and wouldn’t have to worry about his parents overhearing your conversation. Sitting down next to him, you fidget with the sleeves on your shirt, but you’re not sure what you should say to him.

“Do you wanna talk?” your best friend asks carefully as he leans in to get a closer look at your face, and eventually you shake your head.

“It’s just… the usual,” you mutter, and you lift your head to make eye contact with him.

“Ah…” He furrows his eyebrows, a mixture of complicated feelings hiding underneath, but he keeps calm nonetheless. He knows that getting angry about the situation would do nothing to help you, and so he returns his focus back to you. Bomin puts an arm around your shoulders, and he continues, “Then… what about some food? We can order whatever you like, I’ll treat you.” His offer causes you to smile, along with the way just being near him makes you feel protected.

“Actually…” you say, and now you’re feeling shy all of a sudden. “I was thinking��� maybe… a hug?” Your best friend raises his eyebrows at you, and for a moment you think you can see him blush. But then he nods, and he wraps his arms around you in an embrace that feels warm and sincere. Closing your eyes as he holds you, you eventually return the hug, wishing you could stay like this forever. And in feeling safe with him, you also notice another emotion that’s been growing deep in your heart, mixing in with the comfort he brings. 

“Better now?” His voice is surprisingly soft when he speaks, and he brings some distance between the two of you. You nod, mustering a thankful smile, and when you see his relieved face right in front of you, you know you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else right now.

[sungyoondiary]

Waiting For Sungyoon

The idea: a series of weekly drabbles until he comes back from his military service.

Notes: These are mostly under 1k words, fluffy drabbles portraying small, loosely connected episodes from the relationship of Sungyoon and the reader. I am imagining the reader to be female for this project. The episodes can be read separately or in order. Currently accepting suggestions for what scenes to include!

Starting late: July 8, 2023. Ending: September 19, 2024.

Updates: usually on every Saturday, exceptions are holidays (then I'll post on the actual days instead on the weekend) and if I get too busy.

[eternallyhyucks]

9:00pm | bong jaehyun (fluff, no warnings)

𖤐 ྀ

“pay attention to me now please” your boyfriend, jaehyun pleaded

“hold on, bongjae, im almost done with this video” you say smiling, with your eyes still glued to your screen. normally, the two of you were fine with sitting in silence together, but today jaehyun felt especially clingy and in need of your touch

his head was on your shoulder, then on your lap, then back on your shoulder, all while you continued to stare at your phone. he finally sat up in front of you and leaned into your face, pouting and giving you his sad and pleading eyes.

you glanced at him and felt yourself fold from how cute he was. “give me one minute and im all yours, i promise” you giggled

“BABY ITS BEEN LIKE 20” he pouts even more

“ITS A 22 MINUTE VIDEO” you say putting your phone down and sitting up to properly face your boyfriend. you cup his face and give him a kiss, “i’m sorry, i’m all yours NOW”

he smiles and closes the space between the two of you again.

©eternallyhyucks

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

Sorry this isn't an RP, I just had a thought and had to write it down and I wasn't sure where else to do it haha. This is a quick drabble about 'the weekly boss' in the Golden House, separating him from Childe as a character. It's stupid and sorta abstract, but if you wanna pass 5 minutes, here you go!

Every week you come to a house made of gold.

Every week. Without fail. The same day, the same time. I could count down to the very second of your arrival. Between these minutes, these hours and days without you, I counted each coin that scatters the floor, I could blindly trace each divot and line that makes up the art of the ceiling and walls.

There are no windows, the only clue to the changes of the day are the footsteps outside, the guards swapping places or complaining about their duties- their long trivial waits until the sun rises or falls and they return to a place of warmth, of home, of family.

I had a family, I think. I had an idea of what a home might look like. I'm not sure I can even translate the word into my native tongue anymore. In fact, I think I may have forgotten my own language all together. How much time would have to pass for that to happen? To have drowned yourself in a vat of someone else's design? Who's life am I leading?

The same, if not similar, thoughts occur every day. I no longer have the ability to answer them. The questions, an unanswered song that echoes off the walls of this chamber.

And then you arrive.

Every week. Without fail. That is to say, you always manage to best me. Somehow, I don't mind the defeat. Somehow, it feels like that might be what I was made for. Somehow, it feels like I've lost something in allowing that thought in.

Every week. You may bring new faces. People who I've never seen, speaking in a dialect I've never heard. Some times it's not you, but you are there. Because you come every week, without fail.

The pattern is the same, yet I can't seem to learn from my mistakes where you do. I am something. I become more of that something. Then I become something else all together.

A creature I cant remember the name of dances across the handmade marble below, it falls into the sky and soars in to the floor. It's terrifying, but you're not scared. Even if I whittle you down to fewer and fewer, you are never scared. You never hesitate. I suppose you cant afford to.

Those moments are brief. Playing this part I was designed for, the minutes of your life I am meant to part take in - nothing more, but could be less. So I never take them for granted.

And then you win. And then it's over. And then you leave. Triumphant. A warrior from the stars.

I am left with the lasting imprint of the memory of your back. I do my best to forget your face, so I have something to look forward to.

And though as proud as I sound during the height of the fray and the power I unleash as the water I command is laced in our blood- a fearful thought controls my every motion; Will this be the last time?

You didn't come this week. I gave you the grace of a minute, of an hour or so. But you never came. You poured concrete into my worries and fixed them in place with your absence.

But what else can I do? I will count every coin, trace every line, continue to forget my tongue as I listen to the faceless voices and the songs of my queries.

I am waiting for you at the Golden House.

[key201303]

Welcome to this year's Saint Valentine's special series. It will contain 4 different scenarios where The Rose members will ask you to marry them 💕

Also if you want you can request your short scenario with your favorite idol/actor from my MASTERLIST. You're free to request any scenario that comes up to your mind 💕 You'll be able to request from today until Feb 14th

Happy Valentine's day! 💕 And if you don't have anybody that gift you chocolates, gift them yourself and show some love to your self, you deserve it 💕

VALENTINE'S DAY X THE ROSE

[blossom-hwa]

happy 5 years! may i request something sweet with jibeom? like maybe a baker or florist au !!

hey anon!! thanks for the request, I hope you enjoy what I've written for it <3

5 year anniversary drabble game: send me a Stray Kids/TXT/Golden Child/Ateez/The Boyz member + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and I’ll write a drabble for you!

REQUESTS OPEN!!

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Title: The Earth Laughs in Flowers

Pairing: Jibeom x gender neutral!reader

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: n/a

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Some days, Jibeom finds himself unable to smile. 

It isn’t most days, thankfully - he’s got a family that cares for him, friends who find it in themselves to annoy him every day, a cat who likes to wind her way around his legs to the point of tripping him whenever he comes home. He can usually find a reason to smile, even if it’s very small. 

But life is annoying, and life is hard. There are days where the gray cloud hanging over him only seems to grow darker and heavier no matter what - his boss being upset at him for something he can’t control, rain pouring overhead on the one day he forgot to bring his umbrella. When that happens, it’s too hard to smile, and Jibeom doesn’t even want to try. 

On one of these dark days, he finds himself inside a little florist a street away from his office, one that he always passes by but has never really found a reason to actually explore. Today, though, the rain is pouring too hard for him to make it the next street to his bus stop, so he finds himself ducking into the flower shop as a short respite from the downpour. 

A little bell tinkles as he bursts into the shop, hair and clothes damp from his sprint through the streets. He’s so busy digging through his bag, trying to make sure his laptop didn’t get wet when the rain suddenly picked up, that at first he doesn’t notice you approaching him. 

“Hello!”

Jibeom jumps, eyes snapping up to take you in. You’re smiling brightly as though the rain outside doesn’t bother you at all, dressed in a green apron stained with bits of dirt and flowers. 

“Hello,” he replies cautiously, slinging his bag back over his back. At the last minute he remembers you’re a stranger, not someone he should easily show his annoyance to, so he tries to school his features into a more neutral expression than he’d been showing before. 

You don't seem to notice, the smile on your face still as sweet and bright as when he first saw you. “Welcome to my little garden,” you say warmly, gesturing to the expanse of flowers and greenery all around you. “Is there something you were looking for? Or was it just the downpour?”

Jibeom reddens against his will. “Just... just the downpour,” he mumbles. “Sorry about that, I can leave -”

“Oh no, it’s fine!.” You laugh a little. “You’re welcome to stay as long as you need until we close. The rain’s pouring really hard, wouldn’t want you to get sick or anything.”

Jibeom isn’t sure why, but for some reason, tears suddenly begin welling in his eyes. It takes all of his effort to hold them back. “Thanks,” he croaks out, trying to swallow the little lump growing in his throat. “I appreciate it.”

"No problem,” you reply, smiling softly. “If I may ask... you look pretty tired. Had a long day?”

Normally when strangers talk to him, Jibeom closes himself up, mostly just does the bare minimum to seem polite and tries to shut down the conversation as soon as he can. But looking at you now, Jibeom doesn’t feel the walls of his defenses beginning to rise. Instead, he feels them starting to fall. 

“Yeah,” he says quietly. “It’s... it’s been a lot.”

“I see.” You nod slightly, lips pressed together in sympathy. “Give me one moment.”

Jibeom watches you walk around the shop, plucking a few flowers of various colors from their places on shelves and in buckets on the floor. At one of the tables, you make quick work of them, snipping stems and trimming leaves until you’ve created a small, pretty bouquet. “Here,” you finally say, extending the flowers to him when you’ve finished. “These are for you.”

He blinks once, twice, looking between you and the flowers. “Sorry, I - what?”

“They’re on the house,” you clarify. “For you.”

Jibeom blinks again. “I - why?”

“The earth laughs in flowers,” you say, smiling as you press the small bouquet into his hands. “I thought that perhaps, if you see the way it laughs, it will help you smile a little too.”

Dumbly, Jibeom closes his fingers around the green stems. The soft, sweet scent of the flowers fills his nose - he recognizes a couple of roses and something that looks like a lily amidst more blooms whose name he doesn’t know. “Thank you,” he whispers, fighting the urge to cry.

“You’re welcome,” you reply, and Jibeom can almost feel the warmth of your voice wrapping around him like a blanket shielding him against the cold outside. “Oh - it looks like the rain stopped!”

Sure enough, it has stopped, only a thin drizzle painting the windows of your shop. Jibeom thanks you again, only slightly less choked this time, then heads out again to catch his bus.

Once he reaches home, Jibeom looks at the flowers still clutched between his fingers. Vaguely he thinks he should find a vase or something similar to put them in, but for now he just stares at them. Bright pink, a sprig of warm yellow, deep blue and pale purple stare back at him, interspersed with leafy greenery. Colorful, warm.

As Jibeom carefully arranges them in a tall glass of water, he realizes the weight of his day no longer feels as heavy as it once was. 

He returns to your shop the next day, the sky bright blue with a sun shining bright against the clouds. You’re helping a customer when he arrives, but when you’re finished you turn to him, eyes bright and smile as wide as he remembered. 

“Hi!” you exclaim, walking up to him. “How are you?”

Jibeom smiles. “Feeling better,” he replies honestly. “I wanted to thank you again for the flowers. They were beautiful.”

You duck your head in acknowledgement. “Thank you,” you say sweetly. “I’m glad you liked them.”

“I also -” He coughs a little, swallowing down the embarrassment threatening to crawl up his cheeks. “I don’t think I got your name last time.”

“Oh!” For a moment, you look as flustered as he feels. It’s quite endearing, Jibeom thinks as his smile grows wider. “I’m so sorry. My name is Y/N.” You cock your head. “If I may, what’s yours?”

“I’m Jibeom,” he replies. “It’s nice to meet you.”

A conversation arises from there, pleasant and warm and full of lovely, bright laughter. As you smile, as you laugh, Jibeom remembers your words from yesterday, and - 

It’s true, he thinks, watching the way sunlight streams onto your face, the way you seem to glow under the golden hour with the brightness of your smile. It’s true what you said, that the earth laughs in flowers. 

Because looking at you now, laughing in the sunlight, Jibeom can see the flowers ever-blooming in your smile.

[goldenbeastkeeper]

The task was to kill Spiderman. A task Valor had failed multiple times over now. His time was running out. He knew it, and each time he reported to Belos he anticipated his punishment. Usually it was a reduction in food; if he was lucky it was a lashing out. Sometimes it was both. And every single time he walked in there having failed was a disappointed tone that he absolutely hated to hear.

He wondered what his fate was to be as he walked in this time, eyes already downcast - and they could be downcast, because Belos always preferred his Golden Spider to be in human form when they met. It made sense, he supposed; he at least looked more personable in this form, rather than the threat he was in his spider form.

Valor approached where Belos was sitting and knelt down. Even staring down at the floor, he could feel the man's piercing gaze directly on him, as if analyzing him, taking him apart piece by piece and seeing what was underneath.

"Based on your behavior you seem to have failed once more."

The words felt as if they reverberated deeply into his core, tearing at his very being. Valor winced, and he did not lift his head as he said, "He is cunning, and strong. He can anticipate my every move and-"

"Do not make excuses, Valor."

The spider shrunk back. He took a moment. Breathe, collect his thoughts, before trying again. "I- I only mean to say I require more training and time to figure out how to catch him off guard. I am certain that once I do that, he'll be easy to kill." Maybe, even if he escaped his grasp after the bite, he'd still be able to pursue him until the paralysis set in this time.

Belos peered back at him through his mask for several long seconds. Valor hated when he did that. He could never tell what was going to come next, aside from the fact that it usually wasn't anything good.

Finally, he spoke. "Your mentee. You're close to them, are you not?"

Valor looked up, confusion plastered across his face. What did Flicker have to do with . . . ?

"It would be a shame if they disappeared."

Ice cold spread through his entire being like a shock of lightning as he stared up at Belos in terror. "No!"

The man loomed over him, pitch black eye holes in his mask leering. "Then next time Spiderman shows himself, finish the job. Do I make myself clear?"

Valor gulped and dropped his gaze once more. "Yes. I understand."

He never should have let himself get so attached to Flicker. Mentees died all the time. Whether because they themselves couldn't handle the intensity of their training, or because the mentors could no longer handle the constant state of hunger they were kept in and . . . slipped. Valor shuddered at the thought. Now the prey they were sent after? Sure. They were prey, and Valor had partaken himself in particularly desperate moments. But a mentee? He couldn't imagine that. He'd rather starve. Had done so, even, giving Flicker some or all of his own food to alleviate it for them.

Or this could happen. Being used against him. If Valor hadn't gotten so attached to his mentee then the possibility of losing them wouldn't hit nearly so hard. But he had, so it did, and now he was hating himself for it.

"It really would be a shame, honestly," Belos broke Valor out of his thoughts as he mused, picking some odd something or other off his clothes. "They've been doing so well in training. They could even become the Golden Spider themself one day." He shook his head. "To lose such talent . . ."

Valor gritted his teeth, hands clenched. ". . . I won't fail you again."

"Good. I have high expectations of you, Valor."

The spider's words were soft, barely there.

"I know."

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He watched as Flicker tore into the food they'd been provided for the day. How could Valor not have gotten so attached? None of his fear and anxiety sourced from his mentee, and he'd been tasked with teaching them. Taking care of them. And they were cute, child that they were, in both their appearance and their antics. They were the most positive part of his life.

He wasn't going to beat Spiderman, especially now that he'd seen what he was like when he wasn't holding back. But he couldn't lose Flicker, either.

He knew what he had to do.

There was only one way out, and it was only opened when he was sent out on missions. When it was time for his next his last mission, he would take Flicker with him. And they would never come back.

Between the exhaustion of the fight and the fact that his body was now working on healing the new wounds he'd gotten, Valor was starving, so he did take his full half this time instead of giving Flicker more. Hopefully Belos would allow him the full time to heal before sending him out again, but he had a feeling that if there was anything that might draw Spiderman out before then, that wouldn't be the case.

Luckily, he didn't plan on actually fighting him this time. But he was probably going to have to push through anyone who tried to stop him, and heavens help him if they sent another spider after him. They were all kept in the same facility - it'd be very easy if the alarm was sounded quickly enough. It would be so much easier if he went by himself, pretended to go out on the mission but then never came back, but he wasn't going to leave Flicker here alone. He couldn't leave Flicker alone. They were coming with him.

He took a breath. Later. He'd deal with it later.

. . . But they should probably at least know what to expect.

"Flicker." Murmured, but firm. The child looked up at him, the lower half of their face covered in the remains of their meal. He continued, "Next time that door opens, cling to my back and don't let go."

They shifted back. Obviously this was not what they were expecting. "Are you gonna show me how to do missions?"

There was a faint smile on Valor's face before he shook his head. "No. No, we're . . . We're getting out of here, Flick. We're going somewhere that they won't be able to hurt us anymore. Somewhere there will be far more food to hunt. And no more enclosures. We'll be free."

Flicker looked up at him with such wide eyes Valor had to hold down a cooing warble, though he couldn't stop his head from tilting. "Where is that?" they asked.

"Outside. I don't know where specifically we'll go out there, but we'll figure it out when we get to it, and so long as we're not here we'll be fine. But people might try to fight us, so you've gotta cling to me as tight as you can, alright?"

They tilted their head, then nodded. "Okay." This was what their mentor wanted them to do, and it seemed very important, so they would do it. Besides, the thought of a place with more food sounded heavenly. They wanted that. They would listen.

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Valor ran. He ran as fast as his legs could take him with a smaller spider clutching onto his back, and he ran up the walls and on the ceiling, avoiding as many scientists as he possibly could. Unfortunately genetic modification wasn't the only thing this organization was working with, and there were a few weapons they shot at him with. Most missed, some didn't.

And then they sent out the creatures.

Two other spiders were on his tail, and he heard someone call for some project name that he hadn't heard of before but didn't want to be here for to find out. There was tackling, there was biting, there was clawing, there was blood and hemolymph everywhere. Valor was fighting for his life, and for the life of the child so desperately attempting to remain on him despite all the knocking around.

But, eventually, they made it out, and Valor was quick to scramble somewhere with more cover. He had a tracker - Flicker didn't because they hadn't been allowed outside yet, but Valor did - and he needed that to be out so they couldn't follow them. But he didn't exactly have any tools to do so, so . . . with a pained hiss he shifted back into his more human-looking form - it'd be easier to not have to deal with chitin - and bit into the webbing between his thumb and forefinger, ripping the chip out himself. He crushed it in his teeth and spat out the remains.

Then he took a breath and shifted back to spider; he'd always been warned, if he was injured in one form, not to shift into the other as it would affect the injuries, especially if any were on his second pair of arms that didn't exist in human form, and there were right now. Besides, he'd be able to defend himself better in this form if he needed to.

But as of now they needed to go. And they needed to go somewhere that would be willing to treat creatures like them. Because at this point Valor had sustained enough injuries that he was either going to die of blood loss or get infected if he didn't get treatment soon, and he couldn't let either of those happen when he still had Flicker to take care of.

(They'd gotten caught up in the fight, too. Gashes from where clawed hands tried to rip them away from him. Cracks in their chiton from being slammed into the wall or falling to the floor. They needed treatment, too. Valor needed to move.)

Someone that might have at least some amount of medical experience, that wouldn't freak out at their appearance, that might not be hostile so long as they themselves weren't . . .

There was only one place he could think of that might be something like that.

[bamfkeeper]

Blue Helpers.

RQ: 'Can I request reader (established relationship with night crawler) where reader is sick and the barmfs get so worried and try to take care of her, along side hurt' - @lillycore

Pairing: Kurt Wagner x GN!reader | warnings: Sick/illness themes

a/n: Doing quick little requests because I've been busy, I'm sorry 💔 I hope you enjoy this little drabble. Unedited. ;; wc: 1.0k

You coughed violently, your body shaking with each forceful expulsion of air.

As the fit subsided, you sank back into your bed, pulling the comforter tightly around you in a desperate attempt to find comfort. The pressure in your sinuses was relentless, a constant ache that seemed to radiate through your entire skull. It had been years since you'd fallen ill like this, and the sudden onset of sickness a few days ago had caught you completely off guard. You thought it was maybe food poisoning, but there was no way food caused you to be this sick.

Since then, you'd been confined to your bed, your body too weak to do much more than sleep fitfully and endure the various symptoms plaguing you. The combination of fever, congestion, and overall malaise left you feeling utterly gross, as if your own body had betrayed you.

Your persistent coughing didn't go unnoticed. The little blue imps were curious and concerned, cautiously making their way into your bedroom. They climbed onto the bed, their large yellow eyes blinking rapidly as they observed your weakened state. Their usual energy subdued with worry as they saw just how weak you were, radiating illness from your body. They stretched out their tiny arms towards you, but maintained a respectful distance, unsure of how to help or what to do. The bamfs huddled together at the foot of the bed, their gazes never leaving you as they tried to make sense of your condition.

It was clear to them that you were unwell - your pale complexion, the sheen of sweat on your brow, and your labored breathing were obvious signs. In their limited understanding, they couldn't comprehend why this illness had rendered you so completely incapacitated, so unlike your usual vibrant self.

One of the bamfs chirped softly, its tiny feet pattering across the bed as it approached you. It nuzzled against your cheek, its velvety body held a comforting warmth that provided a momentary respite from the discomfort of your fever. The gesture brought a weak smile to your face, despite your illness.

"Ach, kleine Schätze...bitte, give them some space," Kurt gently admonished, his voice a soothing murmur as he entered the room carrying a steaming bowl. He placed the bowl on the nightstand and lowered himself onto the edge of the mattress. His golden eyes met yours as he spoke softly, "Liebe...you must be feeling dreadful. Your temperature is quite high."

He reached out, his cool hand brushing against your forehead in a tender gesture. A reassuring smile played on his lips as he continued, "But fear not, I've brought something that should help."

Kurt lifted the bowl, wisps of steam rising from its contents. "I've prepared some Kartoffelsuppe for you," he explained, his voice warm with nostalgia. "It's a special recipe, freshly made and piping hot. My mother used to make this very soup for me whenever I fell ill as a child. It always seemed to work wonders."

You lifted your head weakly, mustering a faint smile despite your exhaustion. "It does smell good..." you murmured, the aroma of the soup tantalizing your senses. With some assistance from Kurt, you managed to sit up a bit more, your body still feeling fragile and unsteady. Kurt adjusted himself to sit closer, carefully holding the spoon out for you, his movements slow and deliberate to ensure your comfort.

As the spoon touched your lips, you savored each small sip. The soup was a symphony of flavors, each taste bud awakening to the rich, comforting blend. The warmth of the liquid spread through your body, contrasting to the chills of your fever. You knew you probably shouldn’t be eating hot soup with a temperature, but the soothing heat of the soup in your belly felt like a balm to your ailing body. You couldn't help but appreciate the deliciousness of the meal, a small pleasure in your current state of discomfort.

"Ugh, it's delicious, Kurt..." You sighed, savoring the food and relieved your stubborn stomach was accepting of the meal instead of instantly making you vomit it all up.

The bamfs huddled around you, their large eyes filled with concern as they observed Kurt feeding you. Their tiny forms pressed close, offering what comfort they could through their presence. Their simple minds grappled with the concept of your weakness as they witnessed Kurt carefully spoon feeding you.

If you were too frail to feed yourself, how could you possibly manage anything else? The sight of you in such a vulnerable state clearly distressed them, their usual playful demeanor gone as they made soft whining sounds against you. Their attachment to you was evident in every worried glance and gentle touch, they had become so needy for you ever since you and Kurt became an item, and they hated seeing you hurt in any way.

After finishing your meal, Kurt excused himself to fetch some medicine, leaving you to rest and recuperate. The bamfs remained gathered around you, their concern evident in their actions. With an eagerness to assist after seeing Kurt giving you food, they took it upon themselves to tend to your needs in his absence.

Their tiny hands struggled but managed to lift the large glass of water, offering it to you for a refreshing sip whenever you tried to reach for it yourself. They replaced the cool, damp cloth on your forehead after the rag had become too warm, splaying it on your forehead perfectly each time. The sweet things even attempted to massage your aching muscles with their small, three-fingered hands.

These loyal little imps refused to leave your side, their presence a constant and unwavering. When Kurt returned, he found you curled up on your side, surrounded by a protective cocoon of blue bamfs. They had nestled themselves against your belly and back, with some even perched atop you. Their warm, sleepy bodies provided a soothing heat, carefully balanced so as not to overheat you in your fragile state.

This living blanket of bamfs offered both physical warmth and emotional comfort, even with the few that had managed to weasel their way under your arm like teddy bears.

Thanks for reading <3

*BAMF*

Dividers by @/adornedwithlight | Photos on Pinterest, Bamfs from Nightcrawler 2014

[misswynters]

The Northern Chronicles

Cregan Stark x Arryn!wife!reader

[SYNOPSIS: This is just the beginning of the beautiful story of the Stark Dozen. The legendary family that ruled over the north and who’s children grew to influence all of Westeros.

[WARNING: none

[NOTE | short drabble of cregan and you with your 10 children at winterfell. (aged up to current time however some chapters will include when the children are younger as well) but will become a series! so if you would like to be tagged let me know in the comments.

NEXT: Northern Chronicles: Lady Arryn & Lord Stark

Snowflakes drifted lazily from the sky as you and your husband stood in the courtyard of Winterfell, watching your beautiful ten children play in the crisp winter air. The sight of them, bundled in animal furs and laughing as they tumbled through the snow, filled your heart with warmth despite the cold atmosphere.

Edrick, the eldest twin, a tall and sturdy young man with Cregan’s brooding eyes, was engaged in a snowball fight with his younger siblings. His laughter rang out as he dodged a particularly well-aimed snowball from his twin sister, who had inherited your quick wit and fiery spirit.

Selyse, the younger twin, is your eldest daughter, with her wild curls and spirited energy, led a group of her younger siblings in building an elaborate snow fort. The scene was chaotic but joyful, each child contributing their own unique flair to the project.

Cregan, sitting beside you, wrapped his arm around your waist, his presence a solid and comforting anchor in the midst of the winter wonderland. “Look at them,” he said softly, his voice filled with pride. “They’re growing up so quickly.”

You leaned into him, your gaze fixed on the children. “They are. It feels like just yesterday they were learning to walk, and now they’re running through the snow, making memories of their own.”

The two of you shared a moment of quiet contentment, watching as your youngest, barely old enough to walk, took his first wobbly steps in the snow, his siblings cheering him on with enthusiastic shouts.

Your youngest son, Finnian stood in front of you both holding a dead in his tiny arms. “Papa look at me!” The boy said enthusiastically, waving the dead animal around by the tail. Cregans eyes widened at the scene.

“Boy!, put that animal down. Now!” He said in a commanding voice as he stood up to walk towards his son. As an instinct, finnian began to run away, cutting through his siblings snowball fight. The mischievous little boy had the widest smile in his face. You thought it was adorable seeing your husband chase him.

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a warm, golden light over the landscape, you and Cregan gathered the children for a cozy family dinner inside the great hall. The children’s laughter echoed through the halls as they recounted their adventures in the snow, their faces flushed with happiness.

The long wooden table was adorned with hearty fare—roasted meats, freshly baked bread, and rich, steaming stews. The hall was filled with the comforting aroma of home-cooked food, and the warmth of the hearth crackled cheerfully against the cold outside.

With everyone settled at the table, you took a moment to admire the scene. Cregan’s broad shoulders were relaxed as he shared a joke with the older children, while you served the younger ones with a smile. The joyful chaos of a large family dinner enveloped you, a testament to the love and unity that bound you all together.

Amidst the lively conversation and clinking of mugs, a handmaiden named Kyra, who had been assigned to help with the evening’s preparations, entered the hall carrying a fresh platter of meat. Her expression was sour, and her demeanor dismissive. She set the platter down with a huff, casting an impatient glance at the children.

As she turned to leave, she made an offhand comment loud enough for several to hear. “I suppose the Stark children are too busy playing to remember their manners,” she sneered, her gaze landing on your eldest daughter, Selyse.

Your daughter, already sensitive to such slights, stiffened in her seat, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and anger. The room fell silent for a moment, the insult hanging heavily in the air.

Cregan’s eyes narrowed, and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. You could see the protective anger in his gaze, but before he could speak, you gently touched his arm, signaling him to let you handle it.

Rising from your seat, you approached Kyra with a calm but firm demeanor. “Kyra, it seems there’s been a misunderstanding,” you began, your voice steady. “Our children are the heart of Winterfell, and they deserve respect, as do all who live and work here.”

Kyra’s face flushed with a mix of shame and surprise. “I didn’t mean to—”

You cut her off gently but firmly. “I understand. But please remember, everyone here is valued, and our children are no exception.”

Turning back to your daughter, you offered her a reassuring smile. “Come, sit with me,” you said softly, guiding her to a seat next to you. The warmth of your presence seemed to ease her tension, and she gave you a grateful, if slightly embarrassed, smile.

The dinner resumed with a renewed sense of camaraderie, the earlier tension slowly dissipating as the children continued to share their stories and laughter. Kyra, now noticeably more subdued, moved quietly through the hall, her previous rudeness replaced by a more respectful demeanor.

As the evening wore on and the stars began to twinkle outside the grand windows, you and Cregan watched as your children interacted with each other and the rest of the household staff. The hall was once again filled with the joyous sounds of family, and despite the brief moment of discord, the evening had restored its warm and loving atmosphere.

Cregan squeezed your hand under the table, his eyes filled with appreciation. “Thank you,” he murmured. “For handling that so gracefully.”

You smiled, leaning into him. “We’re a family, and their respect is very important, especially when it matters most.”

As the night drew to a close and the children’s laughter faded into sleepy murmurs, you and Cregan stood together, the echoes of the day’s joy lingering in the air. The love that filled Winterfell was a testament to the strength and unity of your family—a family that, despite its challenges, would always stand strong and united under the watchful gaze of the stars.

Next | Lady Arryn & Lord Stark

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FIRST TIME- SAM WINCHESTER

a little sweet drabble/ thot i made of sam and virgin! reader :) i tried to post something like this last night but then my tumblr decided to actually remove the entire text! luv it xx

warnings: sex, but it’s super sweet and sam is a golden retriever boyfriend who is so in love it’s not even funny. he’s so gentle. also some swearing yada yada

what claire is listening to while she writes/ wrote this:

“you need to breathe.” he insisted, eyes wide as they stared down at your face, watching your bare chest rise and fall.

you felt naked.

you always felt naked around him- from the moment sam laid eyes on you. it was as if he was undressing you, wanting to reach the depths of your soul everytime he looked at you. you bathed in it.

everytime he thought you couldn’t see him, or didn’t notice him- you did. from the moment you met sam winchester- he was entranced with you. it had taken some time to warm up to his affections.

not that you didn’t want them- you craved them like a drug. you needed your next fix. but you were so scared, never having anyone seem to care about your meer existence this much.

so much so he went out of his way to ask you about your interests, to take the time to learn about them, listening to you and engaging when you talked. eyes so full of stars they seemed to sparkle whenever you got so engaged you’d talk with your hands, excited and eager to share with him.

after some months in such close proximity, you grew close with him- physically. each motel room was an excuse for him to sleep near you- whether that be the bed across from you- or the couch. even the floor.

he didn’t want to leave your side. and it had taken some time, but those touches turned to something more- something that sent flames from hell itself licking your spine, down to the pit at your core.

they were innocent enough, a brush against your cheek to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, or a hand on your thigh, giving it a reassuring squeeze. he was so gentle with you, a gentle giant- you liked to call him. he treated you like fine china. and when the two of you had finally kissed- when it was late and dark and cold, and he wrapped you in his arms against the empty impala and kissed you so hard you grew dizzy for oxygen, you had explained to him you had been anxious.

you were new to this. you didn’t know what to do, how to date- how to love. but he just smiled softly, letting his hand cradle your cheek.

whenever you’re ready. i’ll be here, waiting. sam never rushed you, often allowing you to initiate the contact, at your own pace. a gentle squeeze at his hands when you were anxious, letting you play with his fingers when you needed that distraction and fidget. stroking your hair as he cuddled you before bed, wrapping you up in his big, strong arms like you were a child, rocking you to sleep.

you became more adventurous, advancing to a make out session in the back of deans impala, another time letting his thick, long fingers curl inside you so good you had the windows fogged and tainted with your handprints.

you were a virgin, and he knew that. but finally, you wanted to go that next step. dean was out, the motel room empty and quiet, except for your gentle gasps. “look at me honey.” he cooed and you obliged, taking a deep breath with him. you felt your chest rise and fall, the air whoosh out your lungs.

“there we go. do you still wanna do this?”

you nodded. “i’m gonna need words baby.”

“yes sammy i wanna. i’m just super nervous. what if i bleed?” he smiled softly, tilting his head before planting a kiss to your forehead.

“it’s completely normal. and it just means i’m big, which inflates my ego.” he teased, making you giggle. you knew he was big. you could feel him, resting on your thigh.

“will you go slow?”

“of course baby.”

“can you hold my hand?” his large hand engulfed yours and you curled your fingers through his, squeezing tightly. “of course baby.”

“i- i think i’m ready now.” you breathed out.

“this is gonna hurt a little, but if it hurts a lot- you tell me and we’ll stop right away yeah?”

you nodded. he planted another kiss to your lips, soft and gentle. adjusting himself, he rubbed his cock through your soaked folds, gathering the slick. you shivered as he teased, rubbing the head up and down, just past where you needed him. you clenched. ��so wet already…” he whispered, before he slowly slid in. “n tight. fuck. you gotta relax baby, just breathe.”

he groaned, letting his head hang low, as he tried not to cum like a teenage boy. you took another breath, trying to get used to the intrusion that stretched you out so wide you thought you were a doll getting ripped in half. you groaned his name.

“atta girl. you’re doing so good for me baby. so, so good. can i go a little further?” you nodded quickly, biting down on your lip as you stared up at him with doe like eyes. he almost came right then and there.

pornographic moans sounded from two of you as he slid all the way in, hitting home. he could see an outline in your tummy, and he fought the urge to press down on it- making you squirm. that was for another time.

“fuck baby. you’re so beautiful f’me. you doing okay?”

“you’re so big…” you moaned, the pain slowly turning into something of pleasure as you adjusted to him. it felt… good. you felt full, like a puzzle piece had been clicked into place.

“yeah? you like my dick inside you, keeping you full? cause i know i do.” he smirked, kissing you again, his words teasing but his kiss anything but. it was full of love and affection it made you melt.

“y- you can move now.” you moaned as he broke the kiss, staring down at you like a man starved. “you sure baby? you’re comfortable?”

you nodded. “m’good. you feel good. like really, really good.” you rambled on, making him smirk cockily, laughing.

“yeah? i’m glad to hear it honey. i’m gonna make you feel even better- promise you. gonna treat you like the prettiest princess in the world- cause you are one. my pretty girl…”

[starry-nights-garden]

✧ Golden Child Jibeom x gn!reader ✧ words: ~800 ✧ genre: comfort, some angst ✧ warnings: depictions of depression ✧ prompt: “What’s it gonna take to make you smile?”

“Hm?” you force yourself to make a noise after hearing the knock on the bedroom door. In comes your boyfriend Jibeom, a cheerful smile on his face that’s meant to cheer you up too, and a plastic bag in his hand, like the ones you always get to put your stuff into at any convenience store.

“Surprise!” he says, careful not to sound too excited and instead keeping his voice calm and soothing to listen to. You’re sitting up on your bed, blanket wrapped around your shoulders, along with the weight of depression that’s pushing down on you. You watch Jibeom unpack the snacks he had bought for you - he hasn’t missed a single one of your favourites, and yet you can’t bring yourself to smile at him for it. You know in your head that you’re thankful to him for going out of his way to take care of you like this, but the feeling seems so far away from you, you wonder if it’s even there to begin with.

“Thanks,” you mutter anyway, and your boyfriend holds still for a second, before he lets out a sigh and he comes closer to you. Extending his arm to run his thumb across your cheek, causing you to look him in the eyes and immediately feel guilty over seeing the worry behind his dark brown pupils, he speaks,

“What’s it gonna take to make you smile?” You look away, moving your head away from his touch. He however leans in further, catching a glimpse at your face anyway. “Y/N, baby… it’s okay.”

It really isn’t - is what you would like to say to him, but the words get stuck in your throat, so you don’t even try to force them out. Instead, you merely shake your head. Jibeom crawls closer to you, lifting up the blanket briefly so he could slip underneath it, sitting right next to you now. He wraps his arms around you carefully, watching for any hint in your body language about whether you’re okay with this or not. In the end you find yourself leaning into him, burying your face in his chest so that at least he wouldn’t have to see the way there’s not a trace of life behind your expression currently. Rocking you back and forth in his hold for a while, your eyelids eventually fall shut, and exhaustion overcomes you again as you feel safe in his embrace.

“Can I do anything for you?” he asks eventually, and you think for a moment. That’s when your gaze finds a box of chocolates among the snacks he brought with him, and you point at them. It takes Jibeom a moment to figure out what you want, but then he finds himself chuckling as he fetches the sweets for you. “This is what you want?” he guesses, and when you nod, he opens the box for you and holds it out to you so you could choose whichever one you like. There’s an amused smile on his lips as he watches you take one of the chocolates and stuff it into your mouth.

“Why…?” you mutter eventually, not understanding his reaction to the sorry state you’re in.

“Sorry,” he apologizes while trying not to grin at you, but eventually failing. “It’s just… I thought maybe you wanted to talk about it or something, but you just pointing at the chocolates… caught me off guard.” And now you can see it too, how such a situation could look funny to him, and without realizing, you find yourself letting out a short laugh too. “Oh?” your boyfriend is quick to react, pointing at your face now. You raise your eyebrows at him, reaching for another piece of chocolate and bringing it up to your mouth. “I bought them well, didn’t I?” He puffs out his chest now, as if he was proud of himself for figuring out how to make you feel better, and once again it makes you smile ever so slightly.

“I guess…” you look away, putting the chocolate into your mouth. You realize that being with him like this and having meaningless conversations really does cheer you up, and when you muster the courage to glance at his brightly smiling face again, you can feel a glimmer of warmth spreading in your chest. You bump your head into his shoulder as you let your body lean against him, and now the smile won’t leave your lips anymore. “I love you,” you whisper, barely audible, but Jibeom must’ve heard it. Because now he’s wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug, pressing a kiss onto the top of your head. Staying like this for a while, neither of you says anything. All you do is enjoy the way he makes you feel at home and protected, no matter what. 

[surielstea]

Kitty Cat | Drabble

Pairing: Modern!Az x Fem!Reader

Summary: A normal night for Azriel, his wife, and his son (a cat.)

Warnings: the briefest mention of oral (m receiving) but it’s all fluff :)

1.1k words

The black cat was curled into a ball, lying on my stomach as I petted between his ears and he purred, small vibrations coming from Shadow. “Aren’t you just the cutest kitty ever?” I hum as the cat looks up at me with wide golden eyes, his ears cocking at the pitch of my voice.

“Your dad’s gonna be home with more treats I promise,” I smile at the cute animal and he meows in reply, I giggle and scratch under his chin. “But you like me more than him don’t you?” I grin wildly.

The door knob rattles and me and the cat both look in the direction of the noise, and within a second my husband enters with three grocery bags in his hands.

“Welcome home,” I raise my arms in a cheer. “No hug today?” He frowns, missing the usual embrace I gave him every time he came home. “I’m a little preoccupied,” I gesture down to the kitten who couldn’t be bothered to spare a glance at his original owner.

Azriel only shook his head and walked into the kitchen where he set the bags and his briefcase down then quickly returned, coming back to the living room and pulling his tie loose then undoing the first few buttons of his collared shirt, revealing his dark tattoos. I smiled and reached my hand out toward him as he approached my side.

“Isn’t he so cute?” I croon, looking down at the kitten. “Are you talking about me or the cat?” Azriel arches his brow. “The cat,” I giggle, looking up at him. He scoops Shadow off my stomach and I whine, missing the comfort of the animal. “I bought you treats, and you repay me by stealing my wife?” He holds the kitten in one of his large hands, holding him up to his face as he narrows his eyes on the dumbfounded kitten. “He’s innocent!” I defend and Azriel shakes his head placing the cat by my feet.

“Shadow’s a war criminal, don’t let him fool you.” My husband jokes in a serious tone before flipping over me, slowly lowering down so as not to crush me as he rests his head on my chest, his waist between my thighs, replacing himself with the cat.

“How was your day?” I ask as my hand weaves into his dark hair. “Better now that I’m home,” He says, stuffing his nose into my breasts and I chuckle, twirling a lock of his hair around my ring finger.

“How about you?” He propped his head up to look at me. “The usual,” I shrug. “Cleaned around the house, played with Shadow— oh I found a movie for us to watch that I think you might like,” I grin excitedly. “It’s a horror.” I sing.

“But you don’t like horrors,” He tilts his head and I smile. “I know but, you do,” I shrug. “Besides, we watch what I want all the time, and this one actually seemed interesting,” I explain and a smile pulls at his lips, he leans up and presses a soft kiss to my lips. “I love you,” He whispers against my mouth and I blush at the three simple words, he was my husband and yet he still had me going pink. “Love you too,” I murmur.

I hear a familiar meow and then look to Shadow who had climbed up Azriel’s back and was staring at me from over his shoulder. I giggle and remove my hand from Azriel’s hair in order to pet the kitty. “I love you too Shadow,” I reassure and he leans into my hand, licking my palm with closed eyes.

“Okay, go change I’ll get the movie ready,” I say, shooing him off of me and he groans, guiding Shadow off his shoulder and down onto the floor before getting off me and disappearing into our bedroom.

While he’s gone I turn the TV on and find the movie, then I get up from the sofa and walk into the kitchen, unpacking the groceries— tossing Shadow a few treats that Az just bought, while I wait.

I put a pack of popcorn into the microwave and watch impatiently through the window like a child. “It’s not going to cook any faster if you stare at it,” Azriel hums as he snakes his arms around my waist, his bare chest coming into contact with my back. I turn to look up at him, dark tattoos twining from his forearms to his collarbone, the same ones I’ve traced thousands of times.

“I put the groceries away,” I utter, running a fingertip down the ink on his neck. “And I found that you got me my favorite chips,” I smile, biting into my lower lip. “I noticed we were out,” He shrugs, hands on my hips. “You’re getting the sloppiest head for that,” I say innocently, pecking his lips, leaving him utterly stunned.

I smirk mischievously and the microwave beeps. I swirl around and take the hot bag out, pouring the buttery snack into one large bowl.

Azriel plops himself down onto the couch and I find my spot next to him, tucking my legs up to my chest as I lean into him and he starts the movie.

I had been so confident in myself for picking this movie in broad daylight but now that it was dark outside and the lights in the house were off, I was starting to doubt my fear tolerance.

Azriel wrapped an arm around me as I anxiously snacked on the popcorn balanced on my knees.

A few jumpscares and a minor heart attack later I was officially terrified and had my head stuffed into Azriel’s chest, my other hand over my eyes, peeking through my fingers and barely watching the screen. I look up to Azriel who had an amused grin on his face as he observed me, how I cuddled a little closer to him every time the suspenseful music picked up, or how I looked at him instead when the killer showed up on screen, watching through the reflection of his eyes.

“I’m starting to think this was a bad idea,” I confess, frowning up at him. “I think this is the best idea you’ve had in a while my love,” He presses a hard kiss to my temple. “It was my idea to get Shadow!” I defend, and as if on queue the cat jumps up onto the couch, meowing. “Now that was a bad idea,” He hums as the kitty burrows into his other side.

The three of us all cuddled up, sharing the intimate moment. I intertwined my hand with Azriel’s and cherished the warm feeling blooming in my chest. “Oh shut up, you love him,” I rolled my eyes and the cat looked up at me, kneading his paws into Azriel’s torso. “I do,” My husband rubbed the top of his head and the cat purred, nuzzling into his owner's touch.

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[auratux]

HII

Can we have soft sex w Alhaitham, itto, diluc, Childe and zhongli ?? (Either like drabbles or hcs whichever you prefer)

HELLO <3 i loved writing this so much and I hope you enjoy!! cw: established relationships, fluff (fluffy sex I love it) angst (semi), cockwarming (kinda || childe is just angsty for some reason LMAO), praise kink || unedited/ not proofread !

alhaitham

"I love you," Alhaitham mutters against your lips, the pads of his fingers dragging lazily down the small of your back to the top of your ass.

The morning light peeked through the beige curtains that covered the windows - the binding doing minimal work as the rays could still penetrate the room.

alhaitham's hips move at a slow pace that seemed like he wasn't moving at all - his grip on your body tight that he was afraid you'd leave this moment if he didn't hold on.

"i love you too," you mutter back, your fingers twirling the silver hairs at the nape of his neck.

small noises and noncoherent noises match with the gentle rut of his hips.

alhaitham had woken up before you and watched as you slept. the golden rays of the sun laid upon your face, the light highlighting all your features that made them stand out.

he took in every aspect.

the curve of your nose to the apple of your cheeks, outlining your lips to your chin.

perfection.

"god you're so beautiful," he gasps out, relishing in the way your cunt squeezes him tightly as if you were trying to keep him in. "You're perfect in every way," his hand trails up to your nape, pressing your foreheads together.

his orbs bore into your own, his eyes holding nothing but adoration and love. he absolutely enjoyed mornings like this with you. being able to show his love for you right off the bat was something he loved.

itto

his lips press against yours in a gentle yet sloppy kiss, his tongue protruding your lips in a way of asking permission.

large hands grab at your waist, his nails barely poking your skin but enough to have chills sent up your spine.

the tip of his cock nudges at your sweet spot over and over again- the pleasuring starting to overwhelm you, but you wanted more.

you wanted more of him.

and he wanted all of you.

"i need you," itto mutters into your ear, his arm wrapping around your body. the oni brings you closer to his chest, your nipples brushing against his chest, the stimulation making you whine.

"itto," you whimper, your fingers tangling into his locks, giving it a gentle tug and loving the noise he let out in response. "I need you... i need more.

"I know baby," he coos, his nose burrowing into the crook of your neck, taking a whiff of your smell. his pace slows down - his hips stilled despite your whines of protest for him to move but you're quick to be silenced when you feel his lips press on your forehead.

he wants to wreck you and have you cry his name for everyone to hear, but this time is different.

he wants nothing more than to worship you and make everything all about you. your needs are more important to him than anything and everything in the world.

diluc

no words were exchanged between you and your husband. the only words that were needed were the unspoken words of your bodies becoming one.

Diluc's arms are on both sides of your head, his lips pressed up against yours in a soft kiss. pieces of his hair came undone from his ponytail, the tresses tickling the side of your face that cause you to let out a small noise in amusement, and his face lets out the faintest smile.

your legs are wrapped around him, bringing him closer than what he was now and even more, if that was possible.

his cock was hugged by your walls in the most delicious way that he wishes he could just live and bask in this feeling for the rest of his life.

his body rubbed against yours with every pump of his hips - his lips swallowed every noise you let out.

tiny whines, heavy breathing and his favorite of all - his name rolling off your tongue in a melodious way.

he absolutely loved the way you called for him. whether it was doing regular tasks around your home and you needed his help, or when he would enter a room. or his favorite by far, the way you'd call out to him and hold him close when your bodies joined and proved your love to one another.

no words were needed during this moment, only your hearts and love for each other.

childe

cerulean hues gleam with the glossy tears that threaten to fall. The faintest bit of red under his eyelashes begins to show. childe buries his head in your neck, his grip on your body never letting go.

"I'm here," you whisper, your fingernail trailing up and down the nape of his neck, holding him close to you "I'm never leaving."

childe's hips remain still, unable to focus on pleasuring you when the thoughts of you abandoning him or something horrible that could possibly happen circulate his mind.

"but what if something were to happen.. I could never live with myself. what if I lose control one day and I hurt you? kill you?"

"Childe.."

"what if they kill you?" he whispers, eyes slightly wide in shock, imagining the very scenario.

"hey," your tone holds some assertiveness that it catches his attention. "I'm not going anywhere. I trust you with my life."

"You mean it?"

of course you meant it. you meant everything you said to the man. your reassurance was all he needed in his vulnerable moment. it wasn't the first time this has happened - but you were there for all the other times. after awhile, he was finally able to calm down and was determined to show you how much you meant to him.

childe's hips move at a very slow pace, his lips never leaving your neck as he places millions of small kisses. With each kiss he mumbled the words 'i love you' and now you were brought to tears.

soft moans and whimpers come from you as you mumble back sweet words of love for only his ears. your fingers dance up and down his bare back, the point of your nail digging slightly into his porcelain skin, the prick causing a shiver to go down his back.

"you're so amazing," you whisper, your spare hand cupping his cheek. sweat glistened on your forehead - yet you looked like an angel shining underneath him. "I love you so much."

"i love you more, my love."

zhongli

"z-zhongli" you moan out, your fingers digging into his shoulders, feeling his muscles contract underneath your touch. "feels so good.."

"i know," he grunts, inhaling sharply when you ground onto him, your pretty cunt tightening around him every time you went down on him.

his slender fingers hold your waist, keeping your body in close proximity to his. your clit brushes against him, the friction causing a new sensation to chart through your body.

a sharp cry emits from your lips, your arms now thrown around his neck. his grip tightens on you, shifting his lower body to sit in a more comfortable position.

"you're doing so well," he mutters into your ear, nibbling at the shell. "so pretty.. so beautiful.. my beautiful," his lips press against your cheek, helping you roll your hips on him.

your face warms at his comment.

it wasn't out of the ordinary for him to compliment you like this. In fact he did it on a daily - almost hourly. yet, it always catches you off guard and throws you in a spiral where you get giddy.

"i'm so lucky to have you," the corner of his lips curls upward slightly, his knuckle brushing against the soft skin of your face. "you make me so incredibly happy."

[splynter]

Thinking about how attraction can come out as a fascination for study, which was most likely what happened to Ford.

Trying to learn everything about Bill, studying his words and his powers and his dream body itself, building things alongside him, even making fucking art of him. Thinking about how Ford latched onto Bill because Bill knew things,,, and invited Ford into his circle with flattery

Thinking about Bill including Ford in social activities, often just one to one, instead of only making him do things to further his goal. The constant physical contact in a playful manner that pulls Ford against him. In a weird way it was a slow burn for him. Thinking about how Bill gave him birthday gifts. I can’t recall him giving gifts to anyone else before.

It’s so interesting to think about their relationship. As hilarious as it is to shove them together and kiss and say “HE FUCKED THE TRIANGLE!!!” it’s definitely not as cut and dry as that. Yeah we’ve got the horrible abusive stuff and Ford managing to escape from all that, but I want to focus on the more interpersonal and intimate parts of this

After all, Bill definitely felt so much for Ford. And Ford saw Bill as his universe. I doubt either of them had the right mentality to define it as sexual or romantic, but good god it was definitely there

Like okay. Imagine you’re a lonely young man in the woods. You have a past of being bullied, being the golden child, being fascinated with the paranormal and the powers of other beings. You’re desperate to be seen, to be known and to know, you chase every little bit of information that you can find. So what happens when a dream being hears your call and answers you? How else are you supposed to feel aside from joy when he says he’s decided to be your muse?? To help you??

Like good lord what an ego boost

And not only did Bill help Ford with his studies, but he definitely had normal conversations (as normal as a Bill conversation can be) with Ford, as well as fucking calmed his anxiety and made his body feel better and gave him little advice. Like hello?? He considered Bill to be his friend, his muse, his partner. In Bill’s absences he would get jealous and start making up other people Bill must’ve been talking to. We don’t have as much information about Bill’s feelings and thoughts about this but. I wonder if that got to him in some way

I wonder if he felt genuinely wanted

Bill definitely didn’t realize what he had until he lost it, but I like to think that some of his actions did betray a vulnerability and attachment that normally was not a part of his deals with his puppets

Is this a ramble to help me figure out a drabble I want to write? Maybe

[shuawonie]

with you.

pairing | yoon jeonghan x fem!reader

genre | pure fluff </3, babysitting au, established relationship au, non-idol au, comfort

word count | 5.6k

warnings | just jeonghan with kids :’), use of pet names (love, angel), kissing, mentions of pregnancy and having a child, cuteness everywhere, sneaky jeonghan, what should i say more- joshua as your brother and a dad ^^

summary: babysitting your brother’s daughter was always one of your favorite things to do. but you didn’t know that it might be even better if someone joins you, especially someone who you love the most.

a/n: here is a small drabble that has been rotting in my docs for so long already.. ㅠㅠ after watching TOO MANY (oops-) videos with jeonghan with kids i couldn’t stop myself… but hope you’ll enjoy it ! ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡♡

“Gosh y/n, you’re literally an angel!”

Joshua, your brother, said enthusiastically as soon as he walked into your apartment.

Him, together with his wife were invited to a meeting with their old classmates, as it was already 10 years after their highschool graduation. However, the problem was that they couldn’t go there with their 3 years old daughter, Minji as they wouldn’t probably have that much time to give her the attention. Come on, after all they really wanted to meet their friends calmly, even though Minji wasn’t a big troublemaker.

So you decided to help your sibling, and for one day you volunteered to take care of the girl. You consulted everything with Miyoon, Joshua’s wife, so when your brother got to know that you’ll take care of Minji while they’ll be gone for a day, he was all over the moon as the problem of who they should leave their daughter with was giving him sleepless nights.

Your brother gently placed his 3 year old in your arms, kissing her cheek sweetly to which she let out a cute giggle. Miyoon was standing silently right next to Joshua. She was smiling lovely, while looking at her daughter and husband with such admiration shining in her eyes.

You chuckled, “Seriously! It's no problem for me. Spending time with this little sweetheart is pure pleasure, and taking care of her is hassle-free. Right, Minji?” the girl in your arms placed her head in the crook of your neck, while nodding gently.

Your brother cooed at Minji’s reaction and you laughed under your nose, while hugging the little girl closer to your body.

“I hope that she won’t cause any problems though.” Miyoon uttered, making you shift your eyes at her.

“If anything would happen, let us know immediately, and we’ll drive back to pick her up.” the girl added with Joshua nodding at her words, and you sent them a reassuring smile while affirming to them that you’ll call instantly if something happens.

“Minji mostly goes to sleep at 8 PM and if she’ll have any troubles with falling asleep, you can heat up some milk for her, she really likes it. But you can also read her a bedtime story or hum a song.” Joshua said in the doorway, and you placed the girl on the floor to run around your apartment with her favorite plushie in her hand.

She immediately ran up to your golden retriever, who was happily observing what’s happening the whole time.

You smiled at your brother with pity visible on your face, “Shua, please. It’s not my first time taking care of Minji.” you crossed your hands over your chest, “Seriously. You don’t have to worry about us.”

Miyoon chuckled as she watched how flustered Joshua got at your point. Then she gently patted his arm, “Babe, we need to get going. We still have around 2.5 hours to drive.” she muttered softly, and your brother nodded at her words while sending her his bright smile.

For the last time, Joshua and Miyoon thanked you, and (hesitantly) the two of them finally left your apartment, leaving you with Minji who was currently busy gently petting Seoli, your dog.

You watched her from the side for a bit, before you melted at her cutest behavior. Slowly, you approached them and Seoli immediately ran up to you, bringing Minji right after her. The girl gripped tightly around your leg, showing her gummy smile to you.

“Hi angel.” you crouched down, and poked Minji’s cheek to which the girl let out an adorable giggle. She wrapped her arms around your neck and hugged you tightly, making you smile widely.

“Please hold still, auntie! I’ll get the band-aid for you~” Minji melodized, and she ran quickly towards her pink backpack where she had all of her toys hidden, looking for the band-aid for you.

You two were in the middle of playing ‘doctor and patient’ and you sat on the couch, acting as if something happened on your cheek. Minji of course was the doctor, and she played as if she had to cure you.

Seoli, already tired after following everything you two did, was now laying on the fluffy carpet next to the sofa, silently observing both of you.

It was already 3 hours since Joshua and Miyoon left, and you were desperately trying to do anything with Minji until the time where you two would eat lunch, and then take a small nap.

So during this whole time, you already drew and coloured in Minji’s coloring books, played with her tiny animal figurines, played in a hairstylist, and had a small snack break.

But all of it was actually pretty much fun and you couldn’t complain. Minji was a really cute and happy child, which she probably got from her amazing father. However, she also got the softness and care that you could observe in the way of how she treated you as the ‘doctor��, from her sweet mother.

After a minute, Minji ran back to you with a pink colored band-aid that had smiley butterflies on it. She sat on the couch to get closer to you, and started sticking the band-aid to your cheek.

The girl was doing it with such patience and focus that it gave you an opportunity to look closer at her. And you immediately noticed how beautiful her eyes looked, as she had taken after Shua.

You were always jealous of your brother’s eyes as he was the one who got your mom’s eyes. Even though your eyes also looked similar to his, you also had a lot from your father.

The girl started to giggle as she was excited, and you couldn’t help but melt at her cutest behavior. And just as Minji was about to finish sticking the band-aid, the two of you twitched as you heard a voice in the room.

“Did I miraculously wake up in the future, and you’re playing with our little daughter?” your boyfriend’s still a little hoarse voice rang in your ears, immediately putting your heart in calm, bringing a warm smile to your lips. But you couldn’t stop blushing because of his statement.

“What? Hannie, no!” you chuckled at his words and added “This is literally my niece!” to which the boy pouted in disappointment because of the harsh reality (deep down, he really hoped that you would say yes).

“How are you, hm? Do you feel better?” you asked, smiling at him as the boy approached the two of you slowly, laying down on the couch while placing his head on your lap.

“Yup. I feel much better now, love.” Jeonghan replied smoothly, while getting comfortable on your lap.

Then he shifted his eyes on Minji, who was already observing him, curious about his sudden appearance. The boy smiled at her to which she smiled brightly, tilting her head to the side.

“I think you have a real patient here, Minji.” you chuckled under your nose, “Uncle Jeonghan had a biiiig~ headache this morning, so maybe you can take care of him now.” you started to gently play with Jeonghan’s dark hair.

It was really soft in the touch that you couldn’t stop yourself from playing with it, and starting to loosely braid it. Not as if Jeonghan minded you doing that.

The girl nodded happily while running again to her backpack, taking all of the needed supplies to play with Jeonghan.

“Should I be scared?” Jeonghan whispered to you with a playful smile on his lips, looking at the pink band-aid still stuck to your cheek.

“No, don’t worry.” you chuckled softly, glancing at Minji who was busy searching for her toys, “Doctor Hong is really gentle with her doings.” you added, and Jeonghan chuckled as you sent him a bright grin.

Not so long after, Minji joined you two again and Jeonghan was forced to (unfortunately) sit up from your lap as she started to play with him.

You observed all of this silently from the side, with a big smile on your face, and your heart growing with love. The way Jeonghan was playing with her, using his baby voice while speaking with her, and treating her gently as if she was the most fragile thing in the world was making it really hard for you not to fall in love with him even deeper — if that was even possible.

“Auntie!” Minji’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts, to which you quickly moved your attention to her.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“You have to give uncle Jeonghan a kiss.

You froze.

“W-what?” you stuttered, and the girl blinked at you with confusion.

“You have to give a kiss of love to uncle, so it will make him feel better! You know.. kiss of love! He said that his head still hurts..” Minji pouted, and looked at you with her shining, doe eyes.

Oh.. how could you refuse her?

So you looked at the main reason for your currently pink cheeks, and your eyes immediately locked with Jeonghan’s, dark one’s. His gaze was addicting for you. You could stare into it all day long.

But the way he was looking at you right now, with that smirk and playfulness dancing freely in his eyes, was making you feel really flustered.

“Come on, y/n. You have to give me a kiss~” Jeonghan urged you, holding himself from laughing out loud because of how much he loved to tease you this way.

You knew that he was feeling fine now, and that his head didn’t hurt anymore. It was normal for Jeonghan that sometimes when he came home late after an exhausting day, the boy got headaches as soon as he woke up in the morning. That’s how you always made him stay in bed and sleep more, most of the time with you by his side.

But now, he was just using the fact that you had a soft spot for Minji (and also for him) so you couldn’t refuse her requests. And without any other choice left for you, slowly, you leaned closer and placed a sweet kiss on Jeonghan’s forehead. But just when you were about to pull back, his hands softly cupped your cheeks and attached his lips to yours, connecting you in a real kiss.

Quickly realizing what just happened, you pulled away from the boy, making him confused at your sudden change. Minji was squealing from happiness while jumping on the couch and hugging you tightly. Gently, you hit Jeonghan’s arm while trying to act as if you’re mad at him. The boy let out a giggle that made you smile even wider.

“Now I feel much better.” Jeonghan uttered, to which you snorted and rolled your eyes at his behavior, resting your chin on top of snuggling to you Minji.

“Are you ready, Ji?”

Jeonghan asked with a big smile shining on his lips, feeling as excited as the little girl who was currently jumping beside him. He was crouching in front of her while trying to help her put on her jacket and a fluffy hat with bear ears on the top.

You were tying your shoes as your lips curved into a soft smile. Your boyfriend was chasing after Minji through your apartment as just a second ago the girl stole his scarf. The sight of how Jeonghan was happy with your niece was making you chuckle, while feeling warm deep in your heart.

As the snow continued to fall throughout the day, you all decided to go on a walk and play for some time in the snow. Minji immediately accepted that idea, saying that she really wants to go out with her favorite (right after her parents) people, and see the snow.

“You guys can already leave, I’ll join you in a second.” you stated, and Jeonghan nodded at your words with a soft smile spreading on his lips.

He quickly tapped Minji’s head, shouting, “Tag, you’re it!”

Then he ran out from the apartment, just to have Minji running just behind him, screaming his name.

You decided to pack a snack for Minji in your bag in case she gets hungry, and also take warmer clothes for the three of you. You had no idea for how long you’re going to be out, and as it was already the middle of January, so the evenings were really cold.

That’s why you took a small, pastel pink hoodie from Minji’s bag with spare clothes that her lovely parents left for her, and two Jeonghan’s sweatshirts (one for him, and also one for you of course). Some hand warmers and you were ready to go.

Being in a relationship with Jeonghan for almost 5 years now (and 15 years in friendship), has taught you many things. For example, you should always watch your back, if he’s not planning to pull any of his stupid pranks on you (which you actually adored). Always watch his hand movements carefully, he will always try to cheat. Never let him in the kitchen or you want to get it burned down.

And also his really low cold tolerance. He could get cold really easily, so you always had to be one step ahead by having a hand warmer hidden somewhere in the pocket of your coat for him. His reaction was always the best as he always got shy when you sneaked the hot pack into his hand, ostensibly to hold his hand.

As you finished zipping your bag, you were finally done with packing all of the necessary things. You took your keys from the drawer and left the apartment, locking the door behind you.

When you left the building, Minji was clinging to Jeonghan’s arm, who was crouching, busy doing something. From this proximity you couldn’t really tell what they were doing, but as soon as you got closer, you noticed a stray cat sitting by them.

Jeonghan was petting its head gently, cooing at the cat while Minji was observing everything behind Jeonghan’s arm. A smile spread on your lips as you approached them.

“Only a minute without me, and you already found my replacement. You are so toxic, guys.” you chuckled, and the two of them raised their heads to look at you.

Jeonghan quickly sent you an ‘are-you-serious-right-now’ look, before getting up and gently kissing your cheek. He placed his hands on your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“And only a minute without me, and you’re already saying nonsense, love.” he uttered as he sent you a lazy smirk, cupping your face with his hands.

“I would have never replaced you.” Jeonghan left a sweet kiss on your lips, to which you quickly turned away when he pulled away from you, chuckling at your sudden reaction.

You hoped he wouldn't notice that rose blush which suddenly appeared on your cheeks. But you blamed it on the cold weather, not the fact that you got embarrassed. However, the butterflies in your stomach were saying the opposite.

Minji observed you the whole time, wearing a gummy smile. The hat which was falling over her eyes was making her look adorable. She was struggling to see anything, but Jeonghan was quick to notice it. He untangled himself from you, and fixed her hat with a small pat on her head and a baby-voiced coo.

Jeonghan as usually had to forget to take his own hat. The snowflakes that were gently falling down the sky rested on top of his dark hair strands. His cheeks were already tinted in light pink from the cold breeze, making him look even more breathtaking.

Quickly, you took out a hat with long bunny ears that you also decided to pack, and put it on Jeonghan’s head. Gosh, he looked so cute in it.

In the meantime, the stray cat ran away somewhere, and you decided to finally start your small stroll to the park that was located in your neighborhood.

Minji was quick to hold Jeonghan’s and your hands, ready to walk with you two by her sides. You had to walk much slower than usual because of her small steps, but you didn’t complain. The already setting sun looked alluring, with the pink and violet rays spreading on the sky.

Suddenly, the girl unhooked her hands, and ran straight towards the open area with lots of snow on it. She jumped into it, giggling, while taking the snow into her hands and throwing it above her. You followed right after her, playing together with the snow.

What you didn’t expect to happen next was a snowball hitting your arm. When you looked to the side, you quickly noticed the culprit, laughing soundly with a playful grin on his face.

“Come on, Minji,” you grasped her hand, “We have to win this battle.” a smirk spread over your lips as the little girl giggled in excitement.

And that’s how your snowball battle started. You couldn’t believe it but while playing, you suddenly felt as if you were 15 again, having a battle with your friends after you finished your classes. When Jeonghan and you were only friends, and when you never imagined that in the future you’ll fall for each other.

It’s obvious that at the end Jeonghan of course ended up winning against you two (you still question if he didn’t cheat while . But you didn’t really care about that. Him still being with you after all those years, smiling like a kid, having his best time with your beloved niece was more than enough to make you feel happy.

Hot chocolate tastes the best after playing in the snow. And you can’t disagree with that.

The three of you got back home 30 minutes after you finished the battle in the snow. Your clothes were all wet and Minji was already whining about how her legs hurt, so on the way back home Jeonghan gave her a piggy ride.

After changing into some fresh and most importantly dry clothes, Jeonghan was quick to suggest that you all should drink hot chocolate to warm up. Minji, having her uncle as the most amazing person after giving her a piggy ride home, begged you to make them hot chocolate.

And that’s how you ended up in this situation — Minji sitting on Jeonghan’s lap, snuggled into his chest. She was already done drinking her hot chocolate, watching a cartoon on the TV.

The boy kept stroking her hair gently, putting her into a deep sleep. Jeonghan’s warmth, together with the tiredness and soft sound of the programme they were watching, worked like a lullaby for Minji’s exhausted body.

You sat beside them, not being able to focus on anything else than the love of your life acting like your niece is his own child.

“Should we put her to her bed?” Jeonghan whispered after a while as he looked at you, his hand still on Minji’s head, hugging her closely.

“Yeah, I think so.” you replied softly, “She already fell asleep, so it’s even better.” you smiled, and the two of you got up from the couch as quietly as you could to not wake the little girl up.

When Jeonghan went to the guest room with Minji, you sent a short text to Joshua, saying that Minji is already sleeping and everything’s alright. You left your phone on the coffee table and went after Jeonghan to the guest’s room, stopping in the door frame. You leaned against it, observing how your boyfriend was gently tugging Minji to sleep.

When he finally noticed you standing behind him, he sent you a questioning look with a smile spreading over his lips. You chuckled softly, shaking your head as you headed to your bedroom. But on the way there, a pair of arms quickly sneaked over your waist.

You let out a squeak when the boy suddenly lifted you up, spinning you around. “Hannie, put me down!” you whispered firmly while laughing, as you didn’t want to wake Minji up.

“But I don’t want toooo~” he whined, keeping his face in the nape of your neck, but eventually the boy placed you back on the ground, turning you around to face him.

“You know..” you started, placing your arms around his neck, “I didn’t know that you’re that good at taking care of kids.”

“Oh please,” he laughed, “What am I not good at in the first place.”

“Hmm, I don’t think there is something like that.” you looked deeply into his eyes, which shone brightly in happiness and tenderness.

Jeonghan leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your nose before suddenly lifting you up in a bridal style, taking you to your bedroom (despite your protests).

He gently placed you on the bed as if you were the most fragile thing before showering your entire face and neck with butterfly kisses. Your giggles filled the room, enjoying your sweet time together.

It was already past midnight when Jeonghan came out of the bathroom. He had his hair still slightly damp after showering. You were laying in your bed, scrolling through social media. Joshua posted some photos from the gathering, and seeing your brother together with his wife, enjoying their time was making you feel really happy.

“What are you looking at?” Jeonghan asked suspiciously, observing how widely you smiled.

He dried his hair with a towel while standing at the end of the bed. But when you didn’t reply to him, the boy immediately pouted, annoyed that you’re paying more attention to something in your phone than him.

“Hello?” he said louder, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Oh yes, sorry. Joshie posted photos from the gathering, and they look so happy together.” you explained in awe, showing him the pictures in your phone. Jeonghan only hummed in response, not really interested, while putting the towel aside.

You could immediately notice a shift in his behavior, so you put your phone on the bedside table. Jeonghan got under the bedsheets next to you, quickly pulling your body closer to him.

You looked at him worriedly, “Hannie, what’s wrong?” you asked, but the boy just snuggled closer to you. Gosh, he’s so clingy.

“Nothing, let’s just cuddle.” he muttered tiredly, quickly earning a chuckle which in a split of a second caused the corner of his lips to raise.

While being tangled in his protective arms, you talked about the day, how much you enjoyed it and how much you’d want to experience something like this once again. Jeonghan (being already half asleep) listened to your subdued voice, humming in agreement.

What you didn’t expect was to suddenly hear a faint knock on your door. Quickly, you straightened up on the bed, unfortunately hitting Jeonghan at the same time. You whispered a soft sorry as the woken up boy looked at you, pouting while massaging his jawline.

You got out of the bed, and approached the door. On the other side you found a teary-eyed Minji, gripping her plushie tightly in her hand. The bare sight made your heart swell immediately.

“Minji, baby, what happened?” you asked her as you crouched in front of her, bringing her close to you, “Did you have a nightmare?” you added, while hugging her to your body.

You could only hear Minji’s sniffs, “Y-yes.” she whispered, snuggling into the crook of your neck.

Trying to calm her down, you picked her up and you got back to the bed. Jeonghan was already sitting, observing you silently with worry written all over his face.

You sat on the edge of the bed, Minji sat on your laps while hugging you tightly. Her sniffles were already gone, but you kept stroking her back and swaying her shaking body. Jeonghan took some tissues from the bedside table, and shuffled closer to you on the bed, gently wiping Minji’s tears away.

When the girl was finally calmed down, you looked at her shiny and slightly red eyes, and smiled.

“Do you want to sleep with us tonight?” you asked.

Oh. If only you knew how Jeonghan’s heart skipped a beat when he heard you spoke those words. Through out the day, he actually started to feel more as if Minji was his own daughter, and seeing you, so gentle and careful with the little girl only confirmed his thoughts about you being his only one.

Minji nodded, and you quickly took her off your knees, placing her in the middle of the bed. As your bed was king size, there was no problem for you three to sleep together.

Jeonghan helped Minji lay down, bringing her plushie closer to her. You also got back under the sheets, laying down next to your niece.

As previously, your boyfriend started to stroke her head, and also between her eyes as he once read somewhere that gently stroking that place makes babies fall asleep faster. The whole time you were looking at Jeonghan, as he was focused on putting Minji to sleep.

Surprisingly, that advice which Jeonghan used turned out to be true, because soon later Minji was back in her sweet slumber, and you two could finally go to sleep.

You were still looking at him, and when your eyes met, you felt those butterflies in your stomach waking up again. You found Jeonghan handsome and very attractive almost every time. When he had his hair done perfectly, with his black shirt on and that stupid smirk. When he was helping you cook something, politely obeying your orders. And when he was completely focused during building his lego sets.

But this sight. Oh dear lord, please have some mercy.

Him in front of you, in the most natural circumstances ever, with his dark hair soft but slightly messy, his shirt falling down a bit too low while exposing one of his collarbones, laying in the same bed with you and being the same (or even more) exhausted than you. It felt different.

He was the most beautiful, the most attractive and the most handsome person you’ve ever laid your eyes on.

“Angel, I know I’m handsome, but you don’t have to stare at me like that.” he commented with a smirk spreading on his lips.

You quickly got back out from that daze, “Oh shut up.” you whispered, while turning around in the bed, making him face your back.

“Good night, love.”

“Good night, Hannie.”

Just when you thought that nothing could look better than Jeonghan last night, you got your thinking changed once again.

Waking up in the morning with the sun’s light rays resting on the floor and walls of your bedroom, while laying next to your beloved boyfriend, and your niece cuddled up closely to him, officially became your new favorite sight ever.

They looked so fragile, so delicate and so adorable, while sleeping peacefully, that you couldn’t help but take some photos of them.

As soon as you got out of bed (and finished your mini photo session), you went through the new notifications. It was only 8 am, but you still got some throughout the night.

At around 7:30 am, Joshua sent you a text that they will eat breakfast now, and then try to leave around 9:00 am. So you still had 4 hours until they arrived.

After dressing yourself up as quietly as you could, you walked out of the room, closing the door behind you. You decided not to wake them up, but surprise them with breakfast.

You spent some time debating over what you should make, and if it should be savory or sweet, but you eventually chose to make sweet breakfast. Quickly, you began to make the batter for the waffles, also preparing coffee for Jeonghan and you while Seoli accompanied you. You of course didn’t forget to also give her food.

After some time, you were already making the waffles when a pair of arms suddenly sneaked around your waist, with the feeling of someone’s chin on your shoulder.

“You left the bed too early today,” Jeonghan’s still a little bit hoarse voice sounded right by your ear, as you were busy putting the done waffles on the plates, “You know I like to wake up and see your face as the first thing in the morning.”

“I know, I know, Hannie,” you laughed, pouring the batter into the waffle mold, “But I wanted to make a surprise for you two. Speaking of, where is Minji?” you asked, turning around to face Jeonghan.

Oh shit. He looked breath-taking.

“I helped with her morning toilet, and then we went to the living room. She is busy with her coloring books, but still kind of sleepy.” Jeonghan explained, and you nodded at his words.

The boy grabbed his cup of coffee, and took a sip before leaving a soft kiss on your cheek while saying thank you. You smiled back at him, finishing the waffles.

Soon, you took all of the waffles that you prepared, and placed them on the table. In the meanwhile, Jeonghan took out all of the toppings for the waffles, and went back to get Minji.

When you finally sat down, your boyfriend came into the kitchen with Minji holding his hand, and slowly walking towards you right by his side. As soon as she noticed the waffles on the table, she sprinted towards the chair and quickly got on top of it, already taking one of the waffles. Jeonghan joined right after her, and the three of you began to eat your breakfast.

The rest of the morning went really fast. Jeonghan dressed in something else than his pyjamas while you helped Minji to pick her outfit. Then you finally did your makeup, and the three of you just spent more time together.

You didn’t understand how it’s possible, that even with your tendency to have a low social battery, you didn’t feel tired or bored by your boyfriend and niece. It felt so natural now to have them around, that you just got used to it.

While Minji was playing with your dog, and Jeonghan was teaching her how to make Seoli do the tricks, you were busy thinking about how you actually can see your future like this.

Now, after yesterday, you were sure that you could picture your future with Jeonghan, and even see yourself as a mother. You were sure that the boy would be the best father, spoiling his kid while also pulling his stupid pranks on you with them.

But you were sure that with him it was possible.

A few hours later, a doorbell’s sound rang in your flat. Seoli immediately ran to bark at the person behind the door, but you were sure it was Shua with Miyoon. And you weren’t wrong. As soon as you opened the door you could see the young parents standing in front of you, greeting you happily as you kept Seoli from jumping on them.

Seconds later, Jeonghan came from behind the corner with Minji in his arms. She had her head pressed to his cheek, observing patiently who came over. And just when she saw her mommy and daddy, she grinned happily and wiggled in Jeonghan’s arms. The boy put her down, and she ran straightfully to her parents. They hugged their daughter closely, and Jeonghan joined your side, placing his arm over your waist.

“We hope she didn’t cause you any problems.” Miyoon uttered, patting the little girl’s head.

“No, not at all!” you quickly protested, “Minji is such an angel, we spent an amazing time together.” you leaned your head on Jeonghan’s shoulder.

“She’s the cutest. I’m so jealous of your daughter.” Jeonghan commented, earning a laugh from everyone.

You handed Joshua all Minji’s things that they brought, and it was finally time to say goodbye.

“Nooo! I don’t wanna say goodbye!” Minji whined, while cuddling to your leg.

“Ji, baby, you’ve been with your aunt and uncle for a whole day. Now we have to go back to our house.” Joshua explained, “We have to let auntie and uncle get some rest.”

“But I love them so much..”

You couldn’t control the coo that left your lips as soon as the girl said how much she loved you and Jeonghan. Your boyfriend only smiled briefly, observing everything.

“You’ll see them soon again.” Miyoon took Minji’s hand, bringing her closer to her to put the hat on her head.

“Promise?”

“Promise.” you replied, while intertwining your pinky finger with hers, “You’ll probably see us earlier than you might think.”

“I can’t wait already!” she shouted enthusiastically, and for the last time Minji hugged you and Jeonghan tightly, and patted Seoli. Then, the young parents left your flat, leaving you two alone, again.

Suddenly, Jeonghan let out a groan which startled you by the sudden action.

He headed towards the living room, “I want to have a kid.” he whined, and you chuckled under your breath, following Jeonghan’s steps.

“You know, we still can have one in the future.” you answered, and the boy immediately turned around, looking at you with his eyes widened and his mouth parted a little bit. “Only if you want one.”

Jeonghan was quick to run up to you, and spin you around, while holding you tightly. Your giggles filled the room once again, being the prettiest melody to your boyfriend’s ears.

“Of course I do, my love.”

He was sure. Jeonghan was sure that he couldn’t wait no more, and that maybe it was the right time to take out that velvet box which he hid deeply in the drawer by the bed, and finally put it into use.

Because he knew one thing. That if he wanted to spend his entire life together with someone, then it had to be with you.

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