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badassbuchanan · 4 years ago

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Take A Break

Plot: all work and no play makes Y/N a whiny little brat

Warnings: smut; teasing, dirty talk, dom!sub, choking, shaming, unprotected sex, rough.

a/n: I'm not happy about the ending, but I couldn’t think of a better one

also, thank you to everyone who has followed me over the last couple of days - I hope you enjoy this! REQUESTS ARE OPEN

“Buck.” I called out across the empty level of the compound, absentmindedly tiptoeing across the floor.

Bucky had been busier than usual recently with Steve’s decision to give the former Hydra assassin an increasing load of responsibility. “If something happens to me, Buck, I need you to take over. There’s no one I trust more.” Is what Steve had told Bucky on multiple occasions.

Bucky was taking his new position very seriously, which recently meant spending most of his time in his study. It was a no go zone for me. Somewhere Bucky liked to be alone, to focus on his work.

But this evening was the last straw, he’d been in there hours and I wanted nothing more than to be with him. To have his attention. All of it.

The door was already open when I got there, Bucky’s large frame shadowed the desk where his palms firmly pressed into the surface.

“There you are.” I smiled excitedly, swiftly walking over to where he stood. My, well actually Bucky’s, t-shirt I wore tickled the top of my thighs, barely covering my panties.

“Hey.” He huffed with a frown, standing straight to press his hands into his hips. His eyes stayed focused on the computer screen as I skipped over to him.

As soon as I reached him, I hugged both of my arms around his flesh one, looking up at him sweetly. “Hi.” I whispered with admiration, taking in his gorgeous profile.

He sighed, his metal hand running through his hair. “This team planning is endless.” He tutted, scrolling down the computer screen.

“Then take a break.” I replied matter-of-factly with a shrug. I was trying not to sound too eager, even if I was literally hanging off of his arm.

Bucky scoffed with a roll of his dreamy eyes, collapsing back into the big desk chair, pulling me with him.

I landed on his lap, adjusting myself to sit sideways, my legs splayed out across his as I giggled.

“You think Old Man Rogers believes in breaks?” He raised his eyebrows, an amused look on his face as he shook his head, his hand finding its way under my shirt to rub the bottom of my back. His face was so close to mine I could feel my body heat up at his presence.

“But I haven’t seen you in forever, Buck.” I whined softly, resting my face in the crook of his neck. I breathed in his intoxicating scent, his soft skin pressing against mine.

My hand pushed under the loose t-shirt he wore, immediately coming into contact with his rock hard abs. I felt myself get wetter at the feeling, becoming needier by the second.

“What are you talking about? You see me everyday.” Bucky dismissed my comment, his gaze falling back on the screen in front of him as he went back to his work.

“But sometimes I need more than to see you.” I mumbled shyly into his neck, my fingers tracing delicate patterns on his stomach.

“Oh.” He faked a shock of realisation, raising his eyebrows with a light chuckle. His metal hand stopped scrolling on the computer and wrapped itself around my waist, adjusting my body to force me to straddle him. “Why don’t you tell me what this is really about, or sit quietly so I can get on with my work, Princess.”

I huffed quietly, trying not to upset him further as I relaxed against his chest. My body rose and fell with every one of his breaths. The soft touches on my back were nice, but it wasn’t enough.

At a desperate attempt for more intimacy, I began shuffling on his lap, immediately flustered as I realised his thick cock was sitting perfectly between my thighs.

I let my lips leave soft kisses on his jaw as I began slowly grinding myself on his lap. Bucky didn’t seem too phased by my actions, the only indication that he could feel my movement was the hardening of his member.

I smiled proudly, continuing to kiss his neck as I rubbed my pussy against his thick length. Bucky continued his work, the wet spot on my panties increasing rapidly.

My nipples hardened beneath the thin t-shirt, rubbing against his chest with every rock of my hips. My movements were no longer subtle, I was shamelessly grinding on his fat cock like a little slut.

His cock nudged through my folds as nicely as it could considering the confined material we still wore. I felt his length twitch against me, letting my imagination wander to his big red tip fucking its way into my tight hole.

It was only when my cheeks were flustered with a tint of pink and my underwear stuck to my soft pussy lips from my leaking juices that I stopped rocking onto him, the sensation of his tip nudging my throbbing clit no longer enough to satisfy.

“Bucky.” I whined softly, wrapping my arms tighter around his neck, my head falling against his chest.

“I’m busy.” He reminded me sweetly, his thumb dropping to rub gentle circles on my exposed thigh from where the t-shirt had ridden up.

“But I want you.” I pouted against his skin, kissing a line up his neck gently. He’d finally got me desperate enough, fucked out enough, to say it.

“I said I’m busy.” His voice grew stern, his whole body stiffening beneath me as his patience wore thin.

He wasn’t doing this because he didn’t want to fuck. Oh no, I could feel his hard on pressed firmly against my sensitive cunt. He wanted this just as much as I did. Bucky was doing this because he loves to see me beg. He loves to see me so desperate for him that I’ll do anything to get his attention.

“Please.” I breathed out shakily, my poor pussy dripping with need. I rolled my hips down onto his again, his hard cock pressed against my core with such force it caused me to moan. “You want it just as bad as I do. I can feel how hard you are.”

“Because you’re grinding on my cock like a desperate puppy.” He snapped back with slight annoyance from my tenacity as he gave me as little attention as possible.

I let out a whine as my head fell into his neck again, my lips leaving soft pecks against his delicate skin. “Please Buck.” I whimpered softly, my skin grazing his sweet spot as my body became weak with frustration.

“Whining isn’t going to make me any quicker, doll.” He tormented me with his words, his dominance only making me want him more. I wanted him to show me who was boss. To pin me down and fuck the attitude out of me.

“I need you.” I cried desperately, my palm rubbing along the bottom of his tummy as I rocked my hips again for any type of friction. “My pussy hurts so bad, Buck.”

“I know Sweetie, but you’re being impatient.” His words were understanding, yet so patronising at the same time. My juices had flooded my panties, dry humping his crotch no longer satisfying the ache. I needed to feel his big cock deep inside of me.

His hands held me still on his lap, causing me to bite down on his jaw in annoyance. “No.” I pouted childishly, unhappy with his actions - or lack there of.

“Hey, stop.” Bucky’s voice dropped an octave, the room falling silent as he grew serious. “Look at me.”

“Buck.�� I whined his name with a pout, shy to lean back and look at him as my eyes fell to his lap.

His gaze trailed up and down my body, his metal hand lifting to my cheek to make me look at him.

“You need my cock that bad, baby?” He asked sweetly, his ego growing almost as big as his cock.

Even the thought of getting his thick, hard cock in me made my pussy tingle. I nodded softly, my hand tugging his shirt up enough to expose his abs.

Bucky watched closely, leaning back in the chair as I traced the pads of my fingers over his stomach admiringly, my breath shaky with anticipation.

“How ‘bout a kiss?” He asked softly, my eyes lighting up at the mere thought of such attention. Before Bucky could change his mind, I leaned up and pressed my lips against his.

I immediately whimpered, repeating the action. Bucky smiled against me, letting me peck his lips over and over without kissing me back.

“More.” I mumbled between kisses, my palm still flat against his exposed, warm tummy. I reached up to hold his shoulder with my free hand, balancing on top of him for a better angle.

He finally moved his lips against mine, his hands firmly on my hips as I relaxed into the kiss. Bucky’s cock was straining against the material of his pants, although he seemed unphased by his throbbing member.

I moaned loudly when his tongue flicked against my lip, parting them to allow him access.

But much to my disappointment, Bucky took his lips away from mine, tutting as he did so. “Such a greedy girl for me.” He growled through gritted teeth, cupping my face with his prosthetic palm as his thumb pressed against my lips.

I whimpered with a slight desperation, willing to do anything to get his cock. My mouth opened for Bucky who immediately took the hint, pushing his metal thumb into my mouth.

I hummed around the cold metal, my saliva soaking the digit as I made eye contact with him. Bucky’s pupils were blown out, his eyebrows formed a frown as he pressed his lips together tightly, using all of his willpower not to give in to my begging.

He watched as I swirled my tongue around his thumb, closing my eyes as I took him deeper. I let my hand slide down from his tummy to the waistband of his pants, trying not to smile deviously as I snuck beneath the material, my fingers tracing over his heavy cock.

Bucky reacted just as quickly, his thumb covered in my saliva left my mouth to rip my hand away from his member. “I said a kiss Doll, nothing more.” He growled animalistically, his metal hand squeezing my wrist so tight I thought it was going to break.

“Bucky, no.” I cried weakly, my head throwing back in defeat. I couldn’t take much more of his teasing, especially after feeling his throbbing member in my touch. I needed him inside me.

My chest rose and fell rapidly, on the brink of crying out of frustration. But Bucky wasn’t cracking, pulling my chest against his as he made me snuggle up against him.

I sighed softly as my eyes closed, the tapping of the computer keys let me know that he had well and truly gone back to his work. He used his metal arm to contain me now, knowing his flesh hand wasn’t going to cut it today, I was in a defiant mood.

“Doll if you’re that desperate why don’t you go get yourself off, hm?” He asked after a while of silence. I rolled my eyes, shuffling slightly to let my head rest against his shoulder comfortably.

“It’s not enough,” I huffed sassily, a pout clear on my face. “Your cock’s so big and hard.”

“Fine, you little brat.” He sighed in defeat, standing up with me still clinging to his body. He stepped forward, letting my ass rest on the desk as he angrily shoved a pile of paperwork onto the floor to give us more room. “You better be able to take all of me.”

I nodded eagerly in response, my legs widening for him instinctively as I leaned back on my palms. I watched Bucky’s eyes travel over my body, his flesh hand running over the bare skin of my thigh.

“You’ve made quite the mess of those pretty little panties, baby.” Bucky licked his lips with a smirk, his hand pushing the T-shirt up my body to completely expose my lower half to him. His fingers rubbed over the wet patch of my panties, the outline of my pussy lips evident.

“I told you I needed you.” I pouted in response, bucking my hips up at the feeling of his fingers on my core. He hooked the material of my panties with his finger, taking his time to slowly pull them down my legs.

I kicked them off the rest of the way once they’d gotten to my knees, my bare pussy glistening in the low glow of the office lights.

“Your juicy little pussy is just begging to be fucked, Princess.” Bucky grunted, his fingers pushing into my folds teasingly as my thighs tensed, heels of my feet digging into the desk.

His hands moved to slide up and down my thighs, his head coming down toward my centre. “I could just eat you up.” He mumbled just before his lips came into contact with my pussy.

I gasped loudly, my upper body falling back against the desk as his tongue licked a strip up my lower lips. “Bucky no,” I let out a defeated whine as my back arched off of the desk, my hand tugging his hair. “I want your cock not your tongue.”

Bucky growled deeply, his metal hand quickly moving to hold my throat down, keeping me against the desk as he hovered above me. “So fucking ungrateful today, baby.” He mumbled, his fingers squeezing harder around my throat.

My body began tingling at the pleasure coursing through my veins, his dominance and the attention I was getting gave me an enormous high.

I suddenly felt Bucky’s tip against my tight hole, my juices already drenching his cock. I gasped loudly at the feeling of finally getting what I wanted, Bucky’s breath hot in my ear as he tried to control himself.

“Such a selfish little brat.” He grunted, stretching my hole as he pushed his length inside me. I moaned at the familiar dull ache of my pussy trying to accommodate his size.

My hands dug into the muscles of his back, trying to distract myself from the pain. Bucky’s cock felt so good, it was just that getting my pussy to take him comfortably took some time.

“Don’t even care that I’ve got work to do,” Bucky turned his head toward me, kissing my lips softly as he shoved his whole length in me. “Just want to get your own way.”

Bucky started thrusting in and out of me, my body having no choice but to take his size. His metal hand stayed around my throat, his flesh one pulling my ass to the edge of the desk, impaling me on his cock.

“Oh, Bucky.” I whimpered, closing my eyes in pure extacy. My hand moved to grab his flesh bicep, trying desperately to steady myself as he made my body jolt with every thrust.

He smiled in amusement, his metal thumb rubbing my neck soothingly as he fucked me. Sounds of our bodies slapping together filled the room along with my little whimpers.

“This what you wanted baby?” He chuckled proudly before biting his lower lip. Bucky lowered his upper body, almost pressing against mine as his hot breath tickled my cheek. “Tell me.”

“Y-“ I panted out breathlessly, my thighs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer. He was fucking into my cervix from this new angle, the pleasure too much for me to handle.

Bucky kept up his pace, little grunts leaving his lips as he dug his metal fingers into my throat. I could hear the whirring of his arm, his body moving with every thrust.

“I said tell me.” He moaned as my pussy clenched around him, my walls hugging his cock. His balls slapped against my ass, soaked in my wetness that was dripping onto the table.

I could hardly breathe from all the pleasure, Bucky’s chest pressing on mine didn’t make it any easier. My tits bounced beneath my shirt, rubbing against his chest. I tried to answer him, but my head was spinning so much I couldn’t think straight.

”Oh,” Bucky chuckled against my lips, his gorgeous eyes gazing down at me as I looked up at him. “Look at you baby.” He grunted, angling his hips to fuck me into the desk. “So fucked out you can’t even speak.”

“Buck.” I tugged on his hair, pulling his face down onto mine. I kissed him softly, Bucky’s hips stuttering as I sucked on his bottom lip.

“What’s wrong baby?” He asked in a patronising voice, licking over my top lip before I bit down on his. “Did I fuck you silly, hm?”

I felt my pussy begin to pulsate as I looked up at him, his handsome face edging me to my climax. His pupils were blown out, his lips swollen and glossy.

Bucky knew I was close, slowing down his pace as he fucked deep into me. “Look at my dumb little Princess.” He teased, his flesh hand moving off of my hip to grab my thigh.

He cupped the underside of me knee, lifting my leg as high as it would go to rub his cock a different way. “So desperate to cum you can’t even form a sentence huh?”

My eyes closed again as a familiar pressure started to build in my lower tummy, signalling I was about to orgasm. I moaned out Bucky’s name, begging him to go faster.

“Is my stupid baby gunna take my cum like a good girl?” Bucky asked as his hand moved more toward my jaw than my throat, cupping my cheek to make me look at him.

I nodded innoncently, turning my head to the side and opening my mouth to suck on his metal thumb again. The taste of his bionic digit was something that never failed to turn me on.

I cried out in pleasure as a tingling sensation took over my pussy, the throbbing of my clit made me clench around his length. I sucked harder on his thumb as Bucky pushed his digit further into my mouth, saliva dripping down my cheek. “C’mon baby, cum on my cock.”

I gripped his metal forearm, unable to stop my hips from bucking up to meet his thrusts. The rough stubble on his lower belly rubbed against my clit, sending me over the edge.

“Fuck.” I moaned loudly as my back arched from the desk, both of Bucky’s hands moving down to my hips as he stood back up straight.

I desperately tried to cling to something as I rode out my high, my hands gripping at the edge of the desk behind my need. “That’s it, good girl.” He encouraged me in a grunt, his jaw clenching as he chased his own high.

My pussy pulsated around his cock erratically, causing his member to twitch inside of me. I came down from my high, my sensitive body jolting with his continuous hard thrusts.

I looked down at where our bodies connected, his thick cock disappearing inside of me. A sudden surge of adrenaline had me sitting up to get a better look, my arm wrapping around his neck as our chests pressed together.

Bucky’s eyes were screwed shut, his lips pressed together as he fucked himself into me hard. “I love the way you fuck me, Buck.” I whimpered softly as I pulled his head down, our lips colliding in a slow kiss.

“Yeah?” He asked sarcastically with a raise of his eyebrows, suddenly pulling his cock completely out of me.

Before I could protest, Bucky pulled me from the desk, making me stand in front of him. He spun me around, my back pressed against his chest. I could feel his hot cock against my ass.

“I’m gunna cum deep in this desperate little pussy.” He moaned into my ear, his stubble scratching my neck as his flesh hand rubbed over my ass.

“That’s what my greedy little cockslut wants, isn’t it baby?” Bucky continued, his metal hand lining his cock back up with my dripping core. “To have my cum deep inside of her.”

His flesh hand moved up to my shoulder, shoving me face down against the desk. He pushed his cock back inside of me, making me cry out a “yes” in response.

My overstimulated clit bashed against the desk with every thrust of his hips, his movements getting more erratic as he reached his high. I clenched around him consistently, desperate to get him to his orgasm.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Bucky clung to my hips, smashing against me as his head dropped back, his jaw going slack as he felt his climax take over.

He let out a heavy breath, his hips shakily pressing against mine as his hot spurts of cum filled me up. I let out a satisfied hum as Bucky recovered from his high, pulling out once he’d gotten his breath back.

I stood up straight just before Bucky pulled me back into his arms, hugging my waist as he left a soft kiss on my forehead.

“Do you still have work to do?” I asked softly, still in a stage of euphoria that was clouding some of my senses. I leaned my head against Bucky’s chest, my hand on his metal arm.

Bucky snickered softly at my question. “I think you know the answer to that.” His voice was raspier than usual, his hair tossed and out of place. My heart sunk at the thought of him having to keep working. “But how about you come and keep my cock warm until I'm finished?”

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dilf0bsess0r · 4 years ago

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Aged-Up!Peter Parker x Reader Smut

Sub!Peter fic

2.5k words

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When you and Peter first started dating, nothing sexual happened, just a few kisses here and there, and occasional make out sessions. As the weeks go by, you were more and more curious as to why the two of you hadn't slept together, but you never brought it up, you didn't want the poor guy to feel pressured.

Then one night, the two of you were watching Star Wars movies for the 70th time in his room, and let's just say that R2D2 was seeing some things he shouldn't be seeing. In the midst of a heavy make out session, you let your hand travel down to the slight bulge you had noticed in his pajama pants, and moved the palm of your hand over him, giving him a tiny bit of friction.

His hips instantly bucked up, and he removed his lips from yours. "Y/N?" He said, meekly as you moved to kiss and lick up the column of his throat, while continuing to palm his now, fully hard cock. You pulled back to admire your work, seeing the red marks scattered across his neck, "Yes sweetie?" You finally respond to the poor boy, who's gone completely red in the face. "Umm, I don't- I cant, umm" he stutters out, his eyes not meeting yours. You use your hand to lift his head so that he finally makes eye contact with you, "Use your words baby", and his eyes close as he lets out a strangled half sigh, half moan.

"Umm, we ca- can't do this" Peter says quietly, almost as if he was ashamed. You scoot away from him a little, so he doesn't feel overwhelmed, "And that's completely fine love, may I ask why?" You ask him softly. "I've never..." he starts, gesturing wildly with his hands and you immediately understand.

"Oh!" You say with wide eyes, and that gives Peter the wrong idea.

He jumps off the bed quickly, grabbing a pillow to cover his lower half, words coming out jumbled, "I knew it! You think I'm a weirdo! This is why I can't be with you! You- you need someone with more, experience and, and who knows what they're doing and that's not-" , he finally quiets down when your lips meet his in a slower, softer kiss than the ones you shared earlier.

You feel his tense shoulders relax and his lips melt against yours, and you finally disconnect from him only to say, "Pete, I promise I don't care that you're a virgin". The boy's face lights up, "Really? You don't?"

You shake your head and laugh a little, "I promise love, it's okay." He grins. "In fact, I find it kinda hot", you whisper the last word with a goofy smirk. The smirk grows into a smile when the younger boy blushes and says, "How is that?"

Before answering the question, you push him down into a sitting position on the bed, you let your hand travel across the expanse of his chest, and say "Baby, is it ok if I touch you?" Peter visibly gulps then responds, "Yes ma'am" before slapping his hand over his face.

"I'm sorry oh my god, I- I don't know where that came fr-" you silence him with your pointer finger over his lips. "Peter, it's okay." His eyes widen even more, at the display of dominance. "Baby, do you want to call me ma'am?" You ask him. He slowly shakes his head yes and you grin, "Perfect."

Y/N loved how easily he was falling into the submissive role. You hadn't had many partners before, but you learned very quickly that you didn't like being told what to do, and the dominant role came easy to you. You were going to tear this poor boy into pieces.

You kiss him again and move to straddle him, your legs enclosing his, and he lets out a light whimper at the pressure on his aching cock. "Don't worry baby boy, I'm gonna take care of you, ok?", he nods his head but that isn't good enough for you.

You grab his chin between two of your fingers and look straight into his eyes and say with a stern voice, "Peter, if anything is going to happen tonight, I need verbal confirmation every step of the way. Understand?"

"Yes ma'am" is squeaked out from the brown eyed boy, his eyes glazing over.

You grind your heated core against the tent in his pajama pants, the thin material giving him the friction he so desperately craved. He lets out a soft moan, his head falling back.

"Baby," you say and grab his attention, and he struggles to focus because of the way you're moving against him, "I'm going to ask you a question or two okay? I just want you to focus on not coming until I allow you" you tell him.

"Yes ma'am" he whimpers.

"I know you said you're virgin, but have you ever done anything?" you ask.

"No ma'am. I mean, I- fuck- I jerk off sometimes but that- that's it" he stutters out, trying his best to answer you.

"Oh, naughty boy", you playfully chastise as you stand up, hearing a whine from Peter.

That noise is turned into a moan as you quickly drop to your knees and mouth at his clothed cock.

"Y/N!" Peter exclaims, gripping at the bed covers.

After there's a nice, big wet spot on his pants, you move to pull them down. You're met with a nice surprise when there's no underwear underneath.

You look up at Peter, with a raised eyebrow and he blushes, "Well I figured that I would be watching movies here, then going straight back to my room to sleep", he answers the unspoken question.

Deciding to tease him a little you say, "Nah, I think you did it for easy access. Anyone who wanted a piece of you could just ask and I bet you'd say yes. Wouldn't you? Cause that's what whores do.", putting emphasis on the "dirty" word.

"What- no no no, I'm not a... that" Peter splutters out.

You grab his cock in your hand, the head flushed red, and you use your thumb to rub the precum around that has gathered at the tip, resulting in a high pitched moan from the boy. You slowly start to stroke him before saying, "I'm sorry, were you disagreeing with me?"

You pick up your pace, flicking your wrist when you come back to the head of his cock, watching in delight as his face scrunches up in pleasure. He shakes his head no, and you remind him "Words, Peter." with a harsh tone.

"No ma'am, I'm not disagreeing" he nearly sobs.

"Good. Glad you remembered who's in charge tonight."

Simply because you can't resist anymore, you lean forward and lick right up the underside of his leaking dick, over the prominent vein, and you end it by swirling your tongue over the tip.

Peter moans embarrassingly loud and looks down at you with wide, glassy eyes and says, "Y/N...", in a whiny voice.

You go back to just stroking him and say, "What is it? What do you want baby, talk to me." He huffs in frustration of not being able to formulate his words.

" I want- I want your mouth." He finally says, but you stay quiet, waiting. "Please" he says meekly and you give in. You finally take him fully into your mouth, moaning at the taste. You focus on going as deep as you can, then coming back up and paying attention to the head.

Minutes pass and you're surprised at how long he's lasting, so you pull off of his cock with loud pop, and say "You know for a virgin, you're lasting way longer than I thought."

"Yeah, I edge myself sometimes, work on stamina" he rushes out, in hopes of getting your mouth back on him.

However, his statement intrigues you. "Edging hm? I wonder how long you can go... wanna find out?" You tease as you leisurely stroke him.

"Nonono! Please no" He begs, "Just wanna- wanna cum" he finishes, hiccuping while trying to plead his case.

"Alright baby, maybe next time" you surrender. His face perks up at the mention of a "next time"

"Where do you want to cum? My mouth, my face, my tits?" You ask him and he doesn't even have to verbally answer. You know which one he wants by the way his eyes light up at the mention of possibly coming on your boobs.

You quickly stand up to take off your shirt and bra, and when you meet the eyes of the submissive boy, you're met with a look of awe. He stares at you as though you are a goddess and he is a mere mortal. It boosts your confidence and your ego, as you go to regain your position in front of him.

"Ok so this is how this works," you start and he's like a little puppy, the way his ears seem to perk up at your instructions. "You're going to jerk yourself off, until you cum all over my tits okay?", you finish, using your elbows to slightly push your tits up and together. His eyes flutter shut and he says "Yes ma'am" before he grabs his cock and starts to tug.

It's not long before he's moaning unabashedly and he's begging for release. "Ple- please ma'am, can I cum?"

"Hmm, I dunno, I think you can wait a little longer", you say with a cruel smile. He whimpers at your mean words and continues to stroke himself.

"Not gonna be able to hold on much longer" he whines out, voice strained.

Deciding to take pity on him, you finally tell him, "Fine you can cum. But, you make sure to keep your eyes on me or you won't cum for a week." you state in a harsh tone.

"Ok ok! I will I promise" he rushes out, starting to stroke himself faster and faster, approaching his climax.

You push your tits up even higher, and you even go as far as to sticking your tongue, just for the erotic visual.

"Fuckfuckfuc- Y/N!" Peter practically shouts as he shoots cum all over your chest, some of it going on your chin and tongue. Not even giving him time to recover, you jump up to his lap to give him a messy, wet kiss. He moans into your mouth, tasting himself and you. You finally break apart, running your hands through his messy curls, "How was that baby?".

He clears his throat before speaking but his voice still comes out a bit shaky, "It was amazing".

"I'm glad it was, now let's get you in the bath while I put your pajama pants in the wash, you can sleep over here tonight okay?" You say in a soothing, quiet tone. "Y-yeah, that sounds good.", the younger boy responds.

You stand up and you start to use your tossed away shirt to wipe of his cum, but Peter stops you, "Can- can I?"

Your eyes widen but you nod your head yes. You barely nod once before Peters tongue is on your breasts, licking up his release. And if that isn't the hottest thing you've ever seen, you don't know what is.

He finishes with a groan before dropping to his knees. "Peter, what are you doing?"

"Wanna take care of you too" he states as he starts to mouth and lick at your mound through your shorts. You moan before gently pushing him back by his shoulders, "As tempting as that is, tonight was and is about you, we'll worry about me another day." He opens his mouth to protest but you cut him off, "End of discussion.", you lean down to his ear to whisper, "Trust me baby boy, I have plenty of ways you can make it up to me. Just not tonight".

He whimpers merely at the thought of pleasuring you, and if that doesn't make you want to just eat him alive. Resisting temptation, you extend your hand to him so he can stand up, and you pull him along as you make your way to the master bathroom.

Perks of living in a multi million dollar compound.

You go straight to the large, jacuzzi like tub, turning on the faucet and letting it fill up. You pour some bath salts into it and hand Peter some body wash, "When it's hot enough, go ahead and get in and wash yourself. I'll be putting your pajamas in the wash and I'll be right back to get in with you, okay?"

He looks at you with a soft smile, "Yeah, okay.""Great", you go back into your room to grab his pants, leaving him alone before heading to the wash.

Soon enough, you make your way back in there, seeing Peter relaxed with his head back against the edge of the tub, his eyes closed. They open at the sound of your footsteps and he smiles fondly at you, before you fully undress yourself, and step in. You cuddle up to him and rest your head on his shoulder.

The two of you stay like that until you hear soft snores from Peter. You step out of the bath and grab a towel to wrap around you, and you go over to wake him up. "Pete, baby, gotta wake up so we can get you to bed."

His eyes flutter open, and he reluctantly steps out of the bath. You hand him a towel, then you go to drain the tub. You tell him to dry off, then go ahead to the bed while you grab his pants.

After returning with his pants, you see him sitting on the edge of the bed, fighting sleep, lazily rubbing one of his eyes with the back of his hand. You try not to aww out loud, because he is just so cute. You finally walk in, handing him his pajamas, then going to your dresser to grab an oversized band t-shirt to sleep in. You put your hair in your head wrap, and you walk to the bed that Peter has already gotten comfortable in.

"You wanna be big spoon or little spoon?" You ask him. You don't mind being big spoon, you actually kind of preferred it. Which is why you let a small smile creep on your face when he says "Little spoon" in a small, hushed voice. You crawl into the bed and let him cuddle into your chest as you wrap your arms around him.

"Goodnight Y/N." "Goodnight Peter."

Peter falls asleep to the sound of Y/N's heartbeat, and Y/N falls asleep to the sound of Peters shallow breathing.

~~~~~

Hope you liked this! This is my first smut so it’s a little rough, and kinda anticlimactic but I enjoyed writing it.

#sub peter #sub! peter parker #peter parker oneshot #peter parker x reader #peter parker #smut #marvel mcu #aged up Peter Parker #tom holland smut #tom holland spiderman #tom holland #dom reader

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babysizedfics · 4 years ago

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@switchyticklebug requested tickly teasy concept!!

ro teaching michael how much vee loves tickles and teases

side note: another concept i builded on in messages with someone else - @a-little-bit-flustered this time - so pls excuse any weird formatting r grammar hasdhshd and any indednted text is bea typing not me

i imagine during the time that michael stays over at the family’s house a lot in his top surgery recovery, he gets to see a lot of the family dynamics that he just hasn’t been close enough to witness before - including roman and vee’s teasy tickly dynamic

AHH makes my heart go whooosh to think of vee and michael hanging out with roman in the living room and vee has been giggly all day and rlly sweet but also is gettin kinda of fidgety but neither or nor michael realise why

but occasionally mimmy will say smth sweet that embarrasses vee and she goes (⌯≧ ﹏ ≦⌯) "nooooo" and wiggles and hides her blushy cheeks (and smile) on michaels shoulder

and michael is a sweetie and is like oh okay i wont say that again sorry kitty! because he just wants to respect it if she tells him not to do smth

but then roman sees vee pout a little but shyly go quiet and fidgety again and hes like OHHHH i seee what kinda mood she’s in....

and hes like "hey Michael wanna learn smth about vee vee?" 😏😈 hsjsjsj

and he scooches over and pulls vee into his lap and michales like aww :3 but vee is rlly blushy like HHHH ros gonna do it he’s gonna tease me in front of mimmy ! and tbh this is rlly what shewanted all along

and roman explains teasy "when she whines 'noooooo' , unless she says cotton candy then it ACTUALLY means 'pleeaaase make me blush and stutter more' " and vee squeaks and buries her face and michael is just like :0 ?really??

and ro whispers "and sometimesss..." and wiggles his finger rlly RLLY lightly under vees ear and vee squeaks and whines "it means 'pleeeasee tickle tickle tickle me'" and starts tickling vee in front of micahel hhhhss >///<

and michael just thinks its rlly funny and cute and laughs when roman 'teaches' him all the tickles vee likes

AHHH and imagine roman gets michael to hold vee in his lap while roman goes for her tickly thighs and vee is SO PINK and whiny and squeaky and giggly and wriggly

and michael is laughing like “ahh oh my gosh kitty youre so ticklish this is so funny!! awww youre so cute look at you!!" and he pinches her cheek while ro tickles her

and logan walks in on them tickling her so much and her rlly blushing and hes like “okay boys i know youre having fun but lets be gentle with vee okay? “

and michael instantly straightens his back and is like 'uh yes logan, sorry sir'

and romans like "yeah hang on right after this" and wiggles ALL his fingers right on the insides of vees thighs and she SCREAMS and accidentslly kicks romans shoukder rlly hard and roman falls back winded and michaels like OH MY GOD ARE YOU OKAY and vees still gasping for breath and logans just so apathetic like "you brought this upon yourself" and walks out

omg this is like during the day before a michael stays the night tho so like michael is gonan be there for HOURS and vee is gonna be so flustered jsjsjdjdj

@a-little-bit-flustered : AHHHHHHHH they’ll literally be chilling together later in the afternoon and vee will just be sat there STILL blushing and full of butterflies because she can’t stop thinking about how flustered all of the teasing made her and the little tiny smile/sparkle in her eyes never quite disappears until they go to sleep later ashdhfjfhh 🥺💗🥺

YESSS and when theyre laying in bed in vees room that night then michael just has a rlly cheeky smile and vees cheeks burn again but faer lips pull up and fae hides it behind minty and whines "whaaaaat"

and michael teases "you like being tiiickleeed~" in a singy song hsjjsjd and vee just squeaks and buries faer head under the blankies

and michale asks a lot like "so why do u like it ? where are u most ticklish?? does only roman tickle you? how often does he do it ? why are u blushing? does me saying the word tickle make u squirm??? omg it does!!! tickli tickle tickle tickle" and hes just rambling constantly and vee is DYING

NOOOOO THE SINGY SONG VOICE omg poor vee just wouldn’t be able to handle it, she’d bury her face into minty and stay under the blankie to hide her blushing and the big big smile on her face and michael is just like “kittyyyy, come out of theeeere~” and very gently pokes her side like how roman showed him before and all of the teasing has made vee so sensitive that she *squeals* bc the build up and anticipation is just way way too flustering and she’s just a little puddle of giggles ahshdjfgh 😭😭💗💗

AAA omg the poke and squeal shsjjs ohh and imagien then patton ducks his head in a couple minutes later and they both clam up and blush rlly bright and micahel is like "we were just playing - um! n-not like—not like that kind of playing but like--"

and patton chuckles like yes honey i know vee likes to play the special tickly game (vee whimpers) , but i think you both need to get your rest - we have a hospital patient AND a baby in here, you both need an early night!

and michael feels a lil guilty and says sorry and good night and patton gives vee another bedtime kiss (and minty of course) and then hes like "anyway, the more sleep you get tonight the more energy youll have to play tomorrow!!"

#little/big concepts #little/big michael #fam ily tickles #lee virgil #ler roman #ler michael #????? not rlly but i guess???#a little bit flustered #switchyticklebug

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honeyhuun · 4 years ago

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different types of dates with lee jangjun

~ type . headcanon

~ requested . no

~ pairing . jangjun x gender-neutral!reader

~ genre . fluffy fluff !!

~ tw . mentions of alcohol

~ song recommendation . hold by winner

~ a/n . so i was watching that one jangstar episode with daeyeol and seeing jangjun on the rooftop screaming into the open air, gave me an idea... hence why this scenario exists. hope you enjoy and continue to love our jangstar with all the stars in the universe.

- now jangjun would absolutely LOVE spending time with you

- it is probably his favourite thing to do in the world

- when both of you guys are free he is attached to you at the hip

- when you meet at your date place he would hug you so so tight and like not let go

- you had to remind him that you had a date to be continuing but he’d be all whiny and ask for five more minutes in your arms

- dates for him are the perfect way to gain energy

- because of his busy schedule he isn’t able to see you as often as he wants too

- so maybe one or two dates a week if he isn’t extremely busy

- now let’s get onto jangjun’s personal favourite dates

- he would always ask for your input but these are his favourite ways to spend time with you

- ice cream dates !!

- jangjun seems like such a sweetie

- and what’s a better way to prove that than buying you something that’s as sweet as both of you

- the two of you are frequents to the ice cream place near his dorms

- i swear even if it’s -1 degrees outside he would be like “ight it’s ice cream time”

- he would drag you into the store by your hand and asked what flavour you wanted

- when you said something different to the usual he said “ooo spicing it up a bit now aren’t we jagi, would you be able to handle it ~” (teasing shit)

- his eyes would grow so large at the wide array of flavours, watching them being scooped into bowls diligently

- jangjun would order one bowl of the dessert instead of two, having your chosen flavours on one side and his on the other

- he just loves sharing things with you and it makes it easier if he wants to feed you some of his ice cream

- if your order was slightly incorrect he wouldn’t hesitate to call out the poor worker

- “excuse me sir, my jagi ordered two scoops of cookies n’ cream, why is there only one?” *you dying of embarrassment next to him* “jangjun honey, it’s alright-” “nu uh, my baby doesn’t deserve this absolutely disgraceful service. y’know what? we are going to a different store next time, this is unacceptable-” *then proceeds to go to the same place with you next week*

- would sit you down in a small booth in a corner and just talk to you about your day

- dates are basically like catch up time for him

- because of the nature of his work there aren’t very many times where he can just talk with you

- he loves to be filled in with all the things happening with your life

- jangjun is an amazing listener, he would bring up shit you said like 50 years ago that you barely remember yourself “ahh y/n how was your weekend off at jeju? what did you do?”

- would totally do that thing they do in dramas. when you have some ice cream on you lips he’d lean in and swipe it off with his thumb (lee jangjun the napkin was right there >:)

- he would get a bit embarrassed afterwards but it made you giggle so it’s one hundred percent worth it in his eyes

- insists to feed you, you’re his baby there’s no getting away from “say ahhh”

- loves to kiss you during these moments, his heart just swells with so much emotion seeing your cheeks full or seeing you suffer from a brainfreeze

- you would always taste the syrupy sweetness on his lips and the cold from the ice soon turned into warmth

- laser tag dates !!

- jangjun lives for your smile

- it actually completes him

- there are two quick ways to make you smile

- making you laugh and teasing you

- and during laser tag dates he always does an over abundance of both ~

- on this occasion he brought joochan and donghun along (he didn’t do it willingly, they begged him to earth and back and promised not to mess up the date) (if you count stealing a good chunk of your attention from jangjun a ruined date, then yeah they did :))

- so we now have a pouty jangjun who wants your attention very much because you’re talking to donghun more than him

- he get’s the perfect opportunity to get back at you when you’re put on opposite teams

- you and donghun vs. jangjun and joochan let’s go >:

- jangjun would always try and distract you by doing cute shit but it would never work

- even forgets about donghun he only has eyes for you, even when he’s trying to get you to lose

- “it would be amazing if my wonderful very beautiful y/n came over here for a second.” “lee jangjun do you think i’m daft” “daft for my love now come here-”

- when you try to shoot him and miss (you swear you hit his sensor though) he pokes his tongue out and runs off

- strong advocator against camping, he says it isn’t fair and a cheap strategy (it’s just that he’s never paying 100% of his attention to the game and gets caught out by donghun because he’s too busy looking at you)

- jangjun is so so so so so so in love with you but will never out rightly admit just how much he does, but it’s so evident in how he looks at you and in the little things (like not shooting you when he has the perfect opportunity to)

- i have a feeling he’d just randomly do the choreo to something like genie in the middle of the game and get pissy when someone catches him out

- turns out joochan wasn’t as good as a teammate as he thought when they lost to a cleverly planned ambush by you and donghun

- he swears his day can’t get any worse being betrayed by his partner and bandmates, but give him five minutes and a few pats on the head and he’s all yours again

- lovesick puppy ;-;

- board game dates !!

- sometimes the weather doesn’t always permit you to be able to go outside

- so on days of extreme weather he’d always show up to your door with heavy bags filled with unhealthy snacks, a blanket or two, alcohol (it’s no secret how much he likes to drink) and a few board games to try out

- after setting everything up he’d take a shot of soju to feel buzzed and doesn’t forget to feed you a bit before you start. he will not let his baby play with an empty stomach >:

- you guys always start with a classic: monopoly

- picks hat or dog; thinks the car is ugly

- cheats, like a lot.

- “jangjun you moved your piece ahead like fifty spaces bring it back- we both were on go a few minutes ago !!” “jagi what are you talking about? i was always there!!” *secretly moves his piece two spaces forward*

- goes to jail a lot but almost immediately gets a jail out free card (he isn’t cheating for this one, he just has luck you could only dream of)

- laughs so loudly when you land on his property and have to pay up, holds his hand out for the money and you wish you could beat him up; only with love though ~

- gets on his knees and begs you to give him four, hundred notes when he’s on the verge of bankruptcy

- you never agree and he always ends up loosing, accuses you of cheating and you can only laugh

- “you won AGAIN? y/n stop cheating, it isn’t fair-” “lovely to hear that from you lee jangjun...” “at least i cheat with pride and dignity!”

- will reluctantly move on to jenga

- even more tipsy this time, you’re the same (if you drink that is)

- makes up stupid dares you have to do if you lose

- it’s probably shit like running outside of your place into the street screaming or aegyo

- both for his personal enjoyment and good photos

- this is where you guys get serious

- no love just “YOU WERE THE ONE THAT TOUCHED IT LAST” “NO I WASN’T MY ARM WAS RIGHT HERE” “LIAR-”

- once you had a really long game and it looked like jangjun was going to win but you sneezed and made him lose focus

- as we have already established you are his baby, you can’t be sick wtf that’s a crime

- gives you the death stare as the tower topples

- *proceeds to do the most over the top aegyo you’ve ever seen before going back to giving you the death stare*

- just kiss him and he’d forget why he was even mad at you in the first place

- now he’s basically drunk at this point, slurring his words and refusing to let you out of his vice grip

- being smart you try to get him to bed but he refuses wanting to play one more game. what are you supposed to do, say no?

- that game ends up being charades !! jangjun is normally really good at this game, when he is sober that is...

- can not guess what you are doing for the life of him

- “giraffe, polar bear, gorilla-” *you were acting out excitement. the emotion.*

- giggles cutely when you guess correctly what he’s trying to

- his cheeks are all red form all the alcohol and i’m-

- both of you (only him if you’re not drunk) pass out on the couch just wrapped in blankets with your bodies smooshed together

- jangjun wakes up in the morning very happy despite his raging hangover

- video call dates !!

- jangun is an idol, the nature of his work means he can’t see you as often as he’d like

- even when he’s free your schedule sometimes doesn’t match up with his free days

- this problem won’t stop jangjun from trying to spend time with you, if he can’t smooch you in person he would give his laptop screen all the smooches in the world to make up for it :<

- video call dates are absolutely necessary to your relationship and they are your most common date

- jandjun would legit go insane without seeing your face for too long

- lost in the waves of constant dance practice, recordings and promotions you ground him

- you’re like his safe space, he can be as uncensored with you as he you wants (if jangjun is holding himself back in normal recordings just imagine how he’d be with you alone)

- so video call dates would happen very often definitely a minimum of three times a week

- y’all would do many things, maybe he would be studying japanese and you reading something required for work or school

- he could be working out and just called you to give him motivation

- but the most common type of video call dates are your mukbang ones

- jangjun loves to see you eat

- one of his favourite things is to share a meal with you

- so during dinner times, he thanks who ever cooked the food (ngl it’s probably takeout), took it to his room, told seungmin to go somewhere else for 30 minutes and turned on his laptop to call you

- smily when you answer and sees your face

- “y/n !! how was your day angel? i was missing you a lot today, have you eaten? no? go and get something then, i can hear your tummy rumbling from our dorm. we can have a little dinner date!!”

- help i am helplessly in love with this man and i don’t know what to do >:

- brings his food up to the camera “it looks good right~”

- WILL try and feed you through the screen and ends up spilling a bit on his keyboard

- will let you do the talking, will just eat happily nodding along adding input when needed

- jangjun fluffy cheeks full of food; my favourite concept ~

- will pout when he has to end the call because seungmin needs something in their room

- “i’ll talk you later y/n, always missing you~”

- rooftop dates !!

- jangjun’s final fav type of date

- he doesn’t want to do these too often, they need to feel extremely special

- when he knows you’ve been having a hard time recently or he hasn’t seen you in a while, jangjun would ask you to come to the rooftop of his dorm or company

- this where you would see him at his most romantic

- jangjun isn’t one for grand gestures and deep heartfelt declarations of love

- he shows his love in little ways most of the time but he just feels the obligation to do something bigger once in a while

- when you arrive at the rooftop, it’s decorated with fairy lights and pillows

- jangjun would sneak up behind you, placing his hands on your shoulders giving you a jumpscare

- “BOO !! hehe i scared you right ~ so... do you like it? i had youngtaek help me with it, i promised to buy him food afterwards. see, i owe someone food because of you-”

- would lead you to the pile of blankets plopping down first, patting the space next him

- won’t hesitate to burry himself into you his excuse being “i might not be able to do this again for a while” ;-;

- he would prefer rooftop dates in the day because cloud gazing is much more fun to him than stargazing

- jangjun would point out like really obscure and hard to see shapes in the clouds “oh my god jagi, look at this one !! it looks like burger ~” “hun are you hungry?” “maybe...”

- he’d also enjoy looking down at the street seeing people going about with life, it just made him feel more apart of something and not just a lonely island in the idol world

- if you really really liked the stars he’d change the plans to be in the evening instead (only because he has more chances to stare at you when you’re concentrated on trying to find patterns in the sky)

- would say shit like “the sky looks amazing, but not as amazing as you ;)” and you’d want to push him off

- honestly you’re the only person jangjun would ever stoop this low for in the realms of cheesiness

- moments like this would be the only times he’d ever tell you he loved you

- it’s not like he never feels it, because trust me he does every single moment he’s with you

- he would always say things like “you know you love me ~” often but it was always in playful jest (and when he mildly pisses you off oops-)

- those three words were only saved for perfect moments like this and you knew he meant them every time

- you guys would be looking up at the sky and he’d just grab your hand and rub your thumb saying how seriously lucky he is to know you and how he’d never imagine in a million years to be able to call you his, while cuddling closer to you. you’d just smile because lee jangjun- and he’d press his lips on the shell of your ear and say softly “i love you”

- (clock by infinite just came on DO YOU EXPECT ME TO BE OKAY RIGHT NOW)

- then he moved to your lips and i’m a goner-

- this is definitely the sappiest you’d ever see jangjun but this side of him was very very very cute n’ soft indeed

- would just lay with you forever and ever just enjoying your presence

- as long as your there jangjun would never look at anything that isn’t you

- lee jangjun just enjoys spending time with you so so much, it’s when he’s really at his happiest and most carefree

- make sure to take him to all your favourite places in return, he’d love to see all the things that make you happy :((

a/n . this killed me from the inside out, i love this boy so much- to whoever is reading this jangjun and golcha love you so much :(

#golden child #golcha #golden child scenarios #golcha scenarios #golden child imagines #golcha imagines #golden child fluff #golcha fluff #jangjun #lee jangjun #jangjun scenarios #jangjun fluff #jangjun imagines #golden child x reader

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maybeimamuppet · 4 years ago

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someone gets hurt

“Janis! Janis!” Cady calls, rushing up to her at the end of the school day.

“Babe, you good?” Janis asks worriedly as her girlfriend barrels into her.

Cady nods rapidly. “Yes! Principal Duvall just told me I’m the valedictorian!”

Janis gasps, wrapping her in a hug. “You are? Oh my god, baby! That’s great! I’m so proud of you.”

“Thank you,” Cady giggles from in her embrace. “Are you staying to paint today?”

“Yeah, you want to come?” Janis asks, plotting in her head. Cady has worked so hard this year, she deserves to be valedictorian, arbitrary as the title is. Janis should do something.

“Always,” Cady grins, leaning up for a kiss and taking her hand to lead them to the art rooms. “How is Damian?”

“He’s fine, it’s just a sprain. Texted me earlier high off his ass on painkillers though, that was funny,” Janis chuckles. “Said there was a dragon in his mashed potatoes.”

“Janis! Don’t laugh at him, you know he has a phobia of broken bones. He’s lucky it was just a sprain. Poor guy,” Cady chides.

“He fell down the stairs! I’m allowed to laugh,” Janis defends.

They’d decided to have lunch in the auditorium today, just for fun. Damian had finished eating early and showed off some complicated choreography from his college audition cuts. He’d absolutely nailed them, but during his bows and basking in the applause of his friends, had fallen down the stairs and sprained his foot. He’d fallen into a panic attack, thinking he had broken it, and was taken to the hospital almost immediately.

“He’s your best friend! I’m gonna tell him you laughed,” Cady threatens.

Janis snorts. “You little narc. Go ahead, he laughed at me when I broke my tailbone when we went roller skating.”

“Hmph. Who are you texting?”

Janis had pulled out her phone to text Regina. She loves throwing parties and giving gifts, she might have some ideas for something Janis could do to surprise Cady.

“Uh, my mom. I actually can’t stay today, uhm... Jules is... sick. I have to go help my mom take care of her,” Janis lies through her teeth.

“Oh. Okay. Do you need me to get her anything?” Cady asks, miraculously not having noticed. She struggles reading people sometimes.

“No, don’t worry about it, baby. It’s just a cold, but she gets really whiny and stuff whenever she’s sick,” Janis explains. That’s true, at least.

“Poor thing. Tell her I hope she feels better soon. I’m going to go visit Damian,” Cady says, popping up on her tippy toes to kiss her goodbye.

“Okay, baby. Tell him I said hi,” Janis responds, kissing her back. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Good luck,” Cady says back.

“Thanks,” Janis chuckles.

————-

“Hi, Dame,” Cady says sadly as she knocks on the door of his hospital room.

“Hey, Cads!” Damian says.

Cady chuckles as she comes to sit by his bed. “You sound better.”

“I got, like, hella painkillers a while ago. Went on some fun daydreams,” Damian replies. “Not high anymore though.”

“Good, I don’t know if I could handle you all hopped up,” Cady giggles. “Janis said you texted her something about a dragon in your mashed potatoes while she was in math class.”

“I did? Oh god, she’s never gonna let me live that down,” Damian sighs. “Oh well.”

“I’ll make her go easy on you,” Cady says confidently, pulling out an activity book she had made during study hall. “I made this for you. I know it’s a little childish, but I figured you might want something to do.”

“Aww! Thanks, Caddy. Ooh, connect the dots,” Damian responds as he flips through it. “What’s the matter?”

Cady turns from where she’s standing, frowning as she looks out the window. His view goes across the street, looking over a coffee shop. Janis lied? She’s in the shop, sitting with... Regina George. Hm. They’re laughing at something.

“Huh? Oh, nothing, don’t worry about it,” Cady says through grit teeth, coming back to his side and trying to hide her seething jealousy. He doesn’t need that right now. “So, how long are you stuck in here?”

“I get out tonight, once they’re totally sure I’m not reacting to anything they’ve given me,” Damian replies. “I’m not going to be in school for about a week, though. I’m not supposed to walk even with crutches until then.”

“You poor thing,” Cady responds as she rolls her shoulders to get rid of the tension. “I’ll visit you as much as I can, but I just got a huge English project that’s gonna take me a while.”

Damian pats her hand comfortingly. “I get it, Cads, don’t worry about it. I have this cool book to work on.”

Cady chuckles. “I’ll send other people to come keep you company on the days I can’t. And you have Pippa in the meantime.”

Damian laughs outright at that. His french bulldog doesn’t make a great caregiver. “Thanks, little slice.”

“Anytime.”

—————

“So how was Julie?” Cady asks during her daily morning meet-up with Janis on Monday. She wants to hear what Janis has to say, now that she knows she lied.

Janis doesn’t even look up from her phone, tapping away texts to... someone. Probably Regina. “Hm? Oh, she was fine, thanks. Just needed a rest. How was Damian?”

“He was fine,” Cady huffs. Janis had lied again. Janis hums noncommittally. “He went on a quest to fight dragons with a fairy princess and took me. I was an elf. You should really come next time. He’s a wizard, you know. I’m surprised you didn’t notice before. The doctor even had an enchanted sword.”

“Good for him,” Janis replies, having taken in nothing. The bell rings then, making them both jump. “Oh shit. Have a good day, baby. I love you.”

“I love you too,” Cady responds, blinking in surprise at the quick kiss pressed to her lips before Janis runs to class. What the hell is going on with her?

Janis continues acting oddly into the next day. She’s not at lunch on Tuesday, and neither is Regina. Cady plops her tray of meatloaf on the table and sits down with a huff, startling Gretchen and Karen.

“You okay, Cady?” Gretchen asks worriedly. “You look tense.”

Cady stabs her meatloaf so hard that a few of the tines snap off her plastic fork. “Peachy. Has Regina told you guys anything? About what she’s been up to lately? Janis has been acting so weird, and I think Regina is part of it.”

“Um, no,” Karen lies. Regina had told them the plan to surprise Cady, so they actually knew everything. They had been sworn to secrecy.

“Yeah, we don’t know anything,” Gretchen piggybacks. “How has Janis been acting weird?”

“She... she lied to me,” Cady answers, realizing this may be more serious than she had originally thought. “I got chosen as valedictorian, I thought maybe we could go have dinner or something to celebrate after we visited Damian, but she said her sister was sick. But she wasn’t, Janis was in the coffee shop with Regina.”

“With Regina? Are you sure?” Karen responds. “Regina was with us Friday. And they still, like, totally aren’t friends. X emoji.”

“It was definitely Janis, at least,” Cady says sadly. “I guess it might not have been Regina. But how many other platinum blondes that wear full designer outfits would Janis know? Maybe it was before you guys hung out.”

“That is totally strange,” Gretchen responds, anxious about lying. She tries to change the subject quickly. “Has Janis done anything else weird?”

Cady takes the bait. “She wouldn’t stop texting yesterday, or this morning. I don’t know who she was talking to, but she didn’t even listen to me. I made up some story about Damian and I fighting dragons and she just said ‘good for him’.”

“Dragons? That’s so fetch,” Karen responds. “I want to meet a dragon. It’s one of my life goals, sunrise emoji.”

“Karen, sweetie, no. She said she made it up, remember? Dragons aren’t real,” Gretchen says quietly, squeezing her hand.

“That’s not fetch,” Karen huffs, going quiet.

“I know, sweetie. Anyway, I wouldn’t worry too much, Cady,” Gretchen says as she tries to comfort her girlfriend. “Janis is, like, head over heels for you. It’ll work out.”

“It better,” Cady grumbles. “Oh, hey, can you guys pop in to see Damian after school? Just for a little while, make sure he’s okay? I told him I’d have people drop by on days I couldn’t go see him.”

“Why can’t you go?” Gretchen asks, genuinely curious.

“I got this English project Friday, I have to work on it. I’m supposed to pick a career I want in the future and make a presentation about it, and it has to be five minutes long! I don’t even know what I want to do for a job,” Cady sighs.

“You can do it, Cady, you’re super smart,” Karen pipes up again. “Notebook emoji. But, like, shrug emoji, would Damian even want to see us?”

“Why wouldn’t he want to see you? He really likes you guys now. You’re not mean to him or Janis anymore, he doesn’t have anything against you guys anymore,” Cady says sadly. “You guys don’t have to go if you don’t want to, but he’d love to see you. You’re his friends.”

Of course we’ll go, we don’t have anything going on,” Gretchen responds. They need to fill him in on the plan, anyway.

“Oh, thank you,” Cady breathes with relief. “I owe you one.”

“It’s fine, Cady. Good luck with your project,” Gretchen says.

“Ugh,” Cady grumbles at the reminder, slamming her head into the table.

————-

By Wednesday afternoon, Cady is at her wits end. She hasn’t slept in two days researching for her project, and Janis still won’t pay attention to her. She’d gotten confirmation that it had been Regina with Janis at the coffee shop, so Gretchen and Karen had also lied to her face.

She heads to the art rooms after school to watch Janis paint, needing a break from her own thoughts. Even if she is a bit angry with Janis. Maybe this will patch things up.

Cady loves watching Janis paint. She loves the cute way her brow furrows and her tongue pokes out to the side whenever she tries to focus, the way every stroke of the brush seems to have a purpose. Janis can create gorgeous scenes just from her mind, as if the brush in her hand is simply an extension of her imagination. Cady loves watching a few simple sketches or swipes of her paintbrush turn to incredible works of art.

Cady’s tried to paint with her a few times, only succeeding in creating a blotchy mess of colors and a few vague shapes, but Janis always cheered her on and pointed out the things she had done well. Cady decided she likes watching Janis paint more than doing it herself, but they have painting mini-dates from time to time that they both enjoy immensely.

She opens the door quietly when she finally reaches the classroom, in hopes of surprising her girlfriend. She winds up getting the surprise herself, finding none other than Regina talking to Janis. Again. Regina is sitting haughtily on the counter, facing Cady but not looking at her. There’s a strangely excited glint in her eyes. Janis is leaning against a desk facing Regina, so her back is to Cady.

They’re awfully close together, Cady thinks as her face falls and her chest burns with envy. She thanks her lucky stars they haven’t spotted her yet, allowing her to eavesdrop for a second. She tries desperately to tamp down the voice growling ‘get away from my girlfriend’ in her head. There has to be some explanation.

Cady can’t quite pick up most of their conversation, but she does hear Regina say, “Cady’s not going to find out, Janis,” and lean closer.

That’s all she needs to hear. She feels herself let out a harsh sob, turning on her heel and running from the room. Janis whirls around just before the door slams shut behind her. “Caddy! Shit,” she calls as she breaks into a sprint after her. “Baby, please wait, let me explain!”

“What the fuck is there to explain, Janis?!” Cady yells at her, walking backwards for a second. “Just leave me alone. Go to her, I hope she makes you happy.” And with that, she turns and continues running.

“Baby, please,” Janis begs, reaching for her. Cady doesn’t turn back around.

Cady winds up running the whole mile back to her house without noticing, ignoring the worried calls of her parents as she barrels up the stairs to her bedroom, throwing her backpack off and burrowing under her covers. Her chest is starting to hurt with how hard she’s sobbing. Maybe she’s feeling her heart breaking.

How could I be so stupid with love again? Of course Janis would pick Regina over me. Regina has every American standard of beauty down pat, and a good personality now. What do I have?

She hears her phone pinging frantically, looking to see texts flooding in from Janis and Regina, both begging her to let Janis explain. She flips it to silent after sending her parents a text, letting them know to turn Janis away should she turn up at any point.

How could they do this to me? I understand why Janis chose her, but how could she be so cruel? Regina is supposed to be nicer now, how could she do this? It’s fucking Aaron all over again. I caught feelings for Janis and she snatched her away. And Janis... did she ever love me? How could she do this?

She rolls onto her side and soaks her pillow in tears, deciding she gets the decision to swear off of dating now.

Janis loses Cady as she reaches the main doors, panting with exertion. She turns to head back to the classroom to grab her bag.

“Janis, I’m so sorry, I had no idea she was there or I wouldn’t have phrased it like that,” Regina bursts out as soon as she enters, looking near tears.

“Reg, it... it’ll be fine. It has to be. I’ll go find her and try to explain again, I guess. Better to ruin the surprise than have her think I’m cheating on her,” Janis says in response, slinging her backpack over her shoulder and moving quickly back towards the door.

Regina sighs heavily. “Okay, good luck. I’ll text her too. God, she looked so... broken.”

“Yeah. Thanks, Reggie. Later,” Janis calls over her shoulder, hurrying towards the entrance to the building.

She pulls her phone from her pocket as she walks to Cady’s house, figuring that must be where she’s gone.

Jellybean: caddy that wasn’t what it looked like i promise

Jellybean: are you okay??

Jellybean: please let me explain

Jellybean: caddy you know me you know i wouldn’t do that to you please

Jellybean: baby??

Cady hasn’t answered or even read any of her messages by the time Janis is knocking on the door.

“Cady says she doesn’t want to see you,” Cady’s mother says harshly, protective of her cub.

“Mrs. Heron, please, I need to explain. She didn’t see what she thought she did,” Janis begs.

Mrs. Heron sighs. “Janis, I want to believe you, but Cady has been hurt by this Regina girl before. You need to leave, give her time. I’ll tell her you came by.”

She closes the door before Janis can get another word out. Give her time, Janis thinks as she walks to Damian’s house next, seething with anger.

Cady’s father wakes her up just before dinner, softly stroking her hair. She must have cried herself to sleep.

“Janis came by,” he says carefully. “Your mother sent her away like you asked.”

Cady immediately bursts into tears at the mention of her now ex-girlfriend. “I don’t wanna see her again. I want to switch schools.”

“Shh, binti. You’re a month away from graduation, you’re not switching schools. But you can stay home tomorrow. What happened?”

Cady cries harder. “Janis was-was talking to Regina in the art room and-and they were so close together and then Janis said something and R-Regina said that-that I wouldn’t find out about it,” she wails into his shoulder.

“Shh, ndege wangu mdogo wa wimbo. Did you hear what it was you wouldn’t find out about?” Her father hushes.

“She’s cheating on me! With Regina,” Cady sobs. “What else could it be?”

“Did you hear them say that? Or see them do anything?”

“No,” she admits shyly.

“Then you don’t know. You shouldn’t jump to conclusions, you’re going to jump into your grave one of these times,” her father chides gently. “You don’t have to today, or even anytime soon, but you should hear Janis out at some point, let her explain.”

“Fine,” Cady sniffs. “But what is she hiding? Janis tells me everything.”

“That I don’t know, binti. You take some time to think. I’ll bring up your dinner.” And with a forehead kiss, her father leaves her alone.

“Whoa whoa whoa, what?” Damian asks hastily, interrupting Janis. “Start again and slow down.”

“Caddy found me talking to Regina and now she thinks I’m cheating. She said she didn’t want to see me and won’t even read my texts,” she growls.

“Wow. That’s... out of character for her,” Damian says in shock.

“I know! I don’t know what to do, she won’t let me explain anything,” Janis huffs, terrified she might lose her girlfriend over something so stupid. “And now I’m wondering what the hell she really thinks of me. If she can’t trust me enough to know I would never cheat on her, especially with Regina fucking George, then should we even be together?”

“That’s a fair point, I guess,” Damian admits. “But that really doesn’t sound like Caddy. Something else has to be going on.”

Janis sighs, trying to get herself back under control. She can’t even figure out why she’s so angry. “Can you talk to her?”

Damian looks meaningfully at his wounded foot, but eventually can’t resist the urge to help his platonic soulmate. “I can try, I guess. Maybe convince her to hear you out. But I can’t explain what happened or get her to forgive you. You have to do that.”

“Fine,” Janis huffs. “Just make sure she’s okay.”

“She will be, Jan, don’t worry. I’ll text her, see if she can come over tomorrow,” Damian comforts.

“Thanks, D.”

————-

Cady warily checks her phone when she wakes up the next morning, surprised when she sees her most recent text is from Damian.

Big Slice: Do you wanna come hang out with me after school today?? Pippa is not performing her caregiver duties well enough

She sighs. It’s almost definitely a trap, Damian is Janis’ best friend. That thought gives her pause. If she and Janis break up for good, will she lose her friendship with Damian? And since Regina is involved, will Gretchen and Karen stop being her friends, too? If she doesn’t go talk to Damian, she might go back to being totally alone for the third time in two years.

Little Slice: Yeah, I’ll come. I’ll be over around noon. My parents made me take a mental health day.

Big Slice: 📷

Little Slice: Wait, Janis won’t be there, will she?

Big Slice: Nope just us :) She went to school and has to babysit Juju after

Little Slice: Good.

Cady hauls herself out of bed with a great deal of effort, surprised to see it’s already eleven. She trudges down the stairs still in her pajamas for breakfast, staring out the window at absolutely nothing as she munches on her cereal.

Climbing back up the stairs feels like she’s climbing Kilimanjaro again, but she manages and resists the urge to flop back into bed. She doesn’t even have the energy to brush her hair, tying it up into a knot and spraying a little extra perfume on in place of a shower.

She grabs her phone after she tugs on a sweatshirt and some leggings, texting her dad to tell him she’s going to see Damian.

Cady perks up a little on her walk over, the sun giving her some energy. She has a spare key, so lets herself into Damian’s house and heads to his bedroom.

“Hey, Cads, how are you?” Damian asks when he turns to look at her. Janis clearly told him everything, but he’s pretending not to know.

“Fine,” Cady whispers. She can feel tears burning in her eyes and knows if she tries to speak she’ll start crying. Damian doesn’t need her problems on top of his own and Janis’.

“No, you’re not,” Damian says, reaching for her. “Come tell me your troubles.”

“You have your own problems, you don’t need to hear mine,” Cady mumbles.

“Bitch, please, I live for drama. I’ve been holed up here for almost a week, give me something to do,” Damian begs.

Cady gives in to the cuddling urge, sliding in beside him and resting her head on his shoulder. She heaves a sigh to try and keep the tears at bay, to no avail.

“Did Janis tell you?” She says, choking out a sob immediately after.

Damian sits up to hold her better. “Yes, but I want to hear your side of things too.”

Cady sobs harder. “She was-was talking to-to-to Regina in the art room, and R-Regina looked... excited about something and then Janis said something to h-her and Regina said that-that I wouldn’t find out about it.”

“So what do you think they meant by that?” Damian hums sadly, rubbing her back.

“Are they t-together? Is she cheat-cheating on me?” Cady whimpers.

“Let’s work through this together, hm? You remember how Janis acted when she had a crush on you, yeah?” Damian asks, continuing when she nods. “Disaster lesbian. Has she been acting like that around Regina?”

“No,” Cady sniffles. “But-but she could be meeting her when I don’t know about it, and hiding it when-when I’m around.”

“That’s another thing. Has Janis been lying to you about where she is, or acting suspicious?” Damian asks comfortingly.

Cady is about to say no before she remembers Friday. “Yeah,” she wails. “On-on Friday, she said Juliana was sick... b-but when I was at the ho-hospital with you she w-went to that coffee sh-shop with Regina.”

“Okay, so we have one suspicious thing, I’ll admit that is weird,” Damian says, scolding Janis internally. “Has she done anything else?”

Cady sniffles as she pauses to think. “She won’t l-listen to me any-anymore. She spent all day Monday and Tuesday t-tex-texting somebody and didn’t hear anything I said, and then-then she missed lunch. She did-did yesterday, t-too.”

“That’s some bullshit,” Damian calls. “She shouldn’t be doing that, I’ll talk to her about that. Okay, so a few things. Back to our checklist. Has Janis stopped saying things like ‘I love you’ or giving you kisses and cuddles and stuff?”

“No,” Cady sobs. She misses that, so much. And it’s only been a day. “She hasn’t.”

“Has Janis ever willingly wanted to spend a long amount of time with Regina? In the entire time you’ve known them? Even now that Reggie is a decent human?” Damian asks, looking at her meaningfully.

“No,” Cady admits. “Not unless one of us is around.”

“So does it make sense for them to be together?”

“No,” she sniffles. “But what if she’s with somebody else?”

“Who would she be with?” He asks.

Cady stops to think. The only other lesbian Janis knows well is Sonja Acquino, and she had gotten a girlfriend over winter break. Girls at school still tended to avoid Janis. Unless she met someone outside of school, there’s nobody she could possibly be with. Cady spends most of her time outside of school with Janis, and Janis would’ve told her if she had met a fellow gay.

Cady processes this realization and bursts into sobs anew. “God, I’m so stupid. Is Janis mad at me?”

“No, little slice, no. Janis has been acting weird, you had every right to be suspicious. Janis isn’t mad, either. She’s frustrated that you won’t talk to her, and she’s upset that you think she would do something like that. But I think once you both take a couple days to process and regroup, you should hear her out and make her hear you out, and then you’ll be fine. You two are so fucking grossly in love, you’re gonna make it through this.”

“Thank you,” Cady sniffs. “For listening. I would’ve understood if you took her side. You’re such a good friend.”

“Thanks, Cads,” Damian chuckles. “I try. But really, I’m friends with both of you; I’m talking to you because I want to. You both have shit happening that you’re not telling the other one about; once you clear the air there won’t even be sides to this. And besides, you’re Pippa’s favorite auntie. We can’t let you get away.”

Cady gives a watery chuckle at that, wiping the tears from under her eyes. “God, I’m such a mess.”

“Bitch, you’re fine. Until, like, five minutes ago you thought you had your second major heartbreak in two years,” Damian chastises gently. “We have ice cream in the freezer, can you go get it for us please?”

“Yes,” Cady says, kissing his cheek and grabbing a tissue from the box on his dresser. “I’ll be right back.”

She hears the clacking of small claws following her down the hallway to the kitchen, turning to see the sweet little squished face of Damian’s french bulldog.

“Hi Pip,” she says in her baby voice. “How are you, puppies?” Pippa wiggles excitedly when Cady picks her up, scrambling to lick the tear tracks from her cheeks. “Oh, thank you. Have you been taking good care of Damian?”

She bursts out laughing when Damian calls “No!” from his room, apparently having overheard their conversation.

“Well that can’t be right, your little face could heal any injury,” Cady says as she sets the dog down. She opens the freezer, grabbing two pints of ice cream and some spoons from the drawer before heading back to Damian.

“Pippa would be a terrible nurse,” Damian says when she comes back. “She keeps tripping me every time I try to go to the bathroom.”

Cady giggles. “She’s doing her best, be nice. Here’s your ice cream.”

“Thank youuuuu,” Damian sings. “Now, what should we watch to get your mind off of things?”

Cady crawls back into bed next to him, helping Pippa up as she stands on her hind legs to see what they’re doing. “Have you found any new bootlegs?”

“Ooh, yeah, actually. I’ve had a lot of time to look,” Damian answers, grabbing his laptop from his nightstand and a flash drive from the drawer. “I found a really good quality one of The Lion King, do you want to watch that?”

Cady’s eyes go wide as she opens her ice cream and she nods excitedly. “I’ve just been watching videos of this monkey who’s best friends with a duck on repeat. It kept making me cry harder because they’re so cute. Your plan sounds better.”

“You are the biggest dork I know, I love you dearly,” Damian responds, bringing up the right file. “Alright, time to see some puppet elephants and shit.”

Cady cuddles into his side as the video starts, with Pippa resting protectively at their feet.

“Is Janis okay?” she asks quietly after they finish.

“Yes, she’s okay. She’ll be better after you two talk, but she’s fine,” Damian responds comfortingly. “I found one of Frozen too, do you want to watch that?”

“Yeah. Thank you.”

She stays over through dinner, watching musicals and playing card games with Damian to pass the time. He makes her promise to shower and clean her inevitably messy room when she gets home, and turn her phone back on.

She keeps her promises and heads to bed, feeling much more secure in her relationships than she did a few hours prior.

————-

Janis stays home from school on Friday, having woken up even angrier than she had the day before.

Her therapist in middle school had told her to find a constructive way to deal with anger, since she had a tendency to cause either severe property damage or accidental damage to herself with her impulse decisions. Damian had had to explain her way out of trouble several times.

So, Janis had taken up yarn crafts. She would knit or cross-stitch or crochet, finding the repetitive motions soothing. Plus, a lot of the tools were quite sharp, making her feel like she had weapons.

She’s aggressively working on embroidering new designs on her jacket right around the time she’s supposed to be in school, when none other than Damian comes barreling into her room, as if he’d felt a disturbance in the force and had come to make sure she’s okay.

“Phone,” he says immediately when he sees her face and choice of activity, hobbling over on his crutches and holding out a hand for it.

“Why?” Janis grumbles but shuts it off and hands it over regardless.

“So you don’t do something on it that you’ll regret later. Internet is permanent. You wanna go throw rocks in the pond?” He asks, as if she’s a toddler throwing a temper tantrum.

“Can you do that? You’re not even supposed to be on crutches yet,” Janis asks, raising an eyebrow at him.

“You know damn well I would saw my legs off for you, I’m fine taking a little longer to heal. Plus, I got cleared by the doctor yesterday, so yes I am supposed to be on crutches yet,” he says childishly as he sticks his tongue out at her. “Are we going or not?”

“Yeah,” Janis mumbles, throwing off her covers to go get dressed.

Luckily, Damian’s unhurt foot is the one he needs to drive, so he can still do so safely. He lets Janis play her Angory Times playlist on the way there, which is just a lot of loud, shouty songs one right after another. Damian normally hates this kind of music, but Janis can see him actively trying to be supportive and let her continue.

Fortunately for him, the pond isn’t too far away, and Janis sees him breathe a sigh of relief when he shuts the car off and the noise stops. Damian grabs his crutches from the backseat and heads off, Janis stalking after him.

She bends to pick up rocks on her way, also grabbing the ones Damian points to. His are for skipping, small and flat and smooth. Hers are just for throwing, heavy ones that will make a good splash when they’re hurtled into the water.

Once their respective collections are amassed, they stand next to one another on the shore and go at it. Janis feels her anger chipping away as she chucks her rocks like baseballs into the murky water, delighting in the splashes echoing around them.

This is part of why she loves Damian so much. He knows exactly what to do to make her feel better in any possible scenario, and is perfectly content to do something as stupid as throw rocks into a creek with her in complete silence. On a sprained foot, no less.

“Nice,” she pants when Damian gets six skips in a row with one of his.

“Thanks,” Damian huffs back. “How many fish d’you think we’ve concussed so far?”

Janis laughs at that, hurtling her last rock as hard as she can. It hurts her shoulder a little, but lands almost halfway across the pond. “I don’t think fish can live in this water, honestly.”

“You’re probably right. Feeling better?” Damian asks, skipping his last stone. Four skips isn’t bad.

“Yeah. Can we get coffee?” Janis asks, trying to catch her breath.

“Yeah. Come on.”

Once Janis has her iced coffee and Damian has his latte, they find a bench to sit on and just watch the world go by for a while.

“So, are you ready to talk about why I had to take you to go chuck rocks into the pond?” Damian asks gently.

Janis sighs. “I just... I want to know what she’s thinking. I thought she trusted me, that we trusted each other. If she can’t believe that I wouldn’t do that to the point of completely cutting me off at the first slightly suspicious thing, then do we even... have a relationship?”

Damian doesn’t say anything, just takes her hand and squeezes it to encourage her to continue.

“Like... what else is going on with her? What is she not telling me? I just-I just don’t know what she needs. I’ve never felt so disconnected from her before. I’m-I’m scared.” Janis murmurs.

Damian hums sadly. “Can I tell you something?”

“Yeah,” Janis mumbles.

“I really don’t think this is happening because Cady doesn’t trust you. I think it’s happening because she doesn’t trust herself.” Damian responds. “She was a wreck when she came over yesterday, she had obviously been crying and hadn’t showered, things like that. Her hair wasn’t even brushed. When Aaron got back with Regina she got hot and did our whole revenge party thing.”

Janis takes her turn to listen, letting him continue.

“Cady grew up with lions and shit. If she thought you were cheating on her she should’ve been angry, not sad. Just based on who she is as a person. There’s something more happening.”

Janis thinks on what he’s said for a second. “Doesn’t trust herself? What do you mean? Doesn’t trust herself not to cheat on me?”

“No, no,” Damian says hastily. He pauses, trying to figure out how to word his point. “I don’t think Cady thinks she deserves you. She doesn’t trust herself to be what you want or need.”

“Am I that bad of a girlfriend? How could she think that? Why wouldn’t she tell me she was feeling like that?” Janis asks, trying to hold back the tears burning her eyes.

“Because you might have told her she was right. You and I know you would never do that, and I think she knows that too. But her anxiety about it overrode her rationality for a while. Cady has a lot going on. And no, you’re not a terrible girlfriend. You’re a pretty good one, actually. This is your first argument, it’s understandable,” Damian comforts.

“I just... I don’t want to lose her. And this is so stupid, why can’t I just-just stop being so angry?” Janis grits out.

“I think it’s fair for you to be angry, honestly. Cady didn’t mean for it to be, but this is kind of an attack on your character. She accused you of cheating,” Damian replies, wrapping and arm around her shoulders.

“I guess. Feels shitty,” Janis mumbles, leaning to rest her head on his shoulder.

“It’s meant to. But try to think of how she’s feeling, too,” Damian says as he rests his cheek on her head. “I had to explain to her why it didn’t make sense for you to cheat, and when it finally sank in the first thing she asked was if you were angry at her. For even thinking you would do that.”

That finally gets the tears from Janis, pressing the heels of her hands into her eyes as she feels any lingering anger directed at Cady fade into nothing. “God, Caddy. What do I do, Damian?”

“For now, finish your coffee. She invited you to explain tomorrow, yeah?” Damian asks. Janis nods. “Okay, so tomorrow go over and... do something. I know you didn’t technically do anything wrong, but maybe apologize for... how she took it, I guess? You were acting kind of shady. Make sure she knows you would never cheat, tell her she can trust you, stuff like that. Just take everything one step at a time.”

“Okay,” Janis sniffles. “Is-was she okay?”

“Not at first, I’ll be honest,” Damian replies. “She said she had been watching videos of this monkey and duck who are best friends to try to cheer herself up, and I had to watch two bootlegs with her to even see her smile. But once we had a chat and stuff she seemed a lot more secure. Confident. She’ll probably apologize before you even get a chance.”

Janis gives a watery chuckle at the mention of the inter-species friendship videos. “That’s my girl. Thanks for checking on her.”

“Caddy said the same things. She wanted to know if you were okay, said thanks for even thinking about her.”

“I miss her so much,” Janis sniffs.

Damian takes her hand again. “And that’s how I know this is going to work out. You’re both upset with each other, and yet all both of you can think about is making up so you can be together again.”

“I hope so.”

“I know so. Y’all are the most disgustingly loving couple I know, you both look at the other like they hung the stars. You two are going to be fine.”

“Okay. I love you,” Janis responds, wiping her tears with her sleeve.

“I love you too. You wanna go play with the birds at the pet store?” Damian asks, hauling himself back onto his crutches.

“You know me too well,” Janis replies with a small grin, following him back to his car.

————-

On Saturday, Cady tells Janis she can come over to finally have a talk. Janis decides to come in through the window for dramatic effect, nearly falling out of the tree she has to climb to do so until Cady hauls her in safely.

“What the hell, Janis? It’s pouring with rain, why didn’t you come in through the door? You could’ve broken your neck,” Cady insists like a worried mother, leaving to fetch her a towel. It’s strange, not immediately pulling her in for a kiss or hug. She doesn’t like it.

“I didn’t, though, and that’s the key,” Janis says, rubbing the towel over her hair quickly. Once that’s done she gestures for Cady to sit on her bed, sitting across from her criss-cross applesauce. She takes a breath to prepare herself, but Cady speaks before she can.

“Janis, I’m so sorry. I don’t-I don’t know what I was thinking, I should’ve known you’d never do that, especially with Regina. I hadn’t slept in two days, I was so irrational,” she bursts out rapidly.

“Hey, Caddy, shh. I’m supposed to be apologizing to you. I understand how that whole thing with Regina might have looked to you, so I’m sorry for that, first of all,” Janis says. “I’m sorry I ever made you think I would do that to you. I’m sorry I’ve been ignoring you. I’m sorry I ever made you feel like you’re not enough for me. I love you. I need you to know I would never even think about cheating. It’s important we trust each other with stuff like that, from now on.”

Cady nods. “I do, I know you would never do that. I trust you, it’s just... Jesus, I don’t even know,” She sighs, burying her face in her hands.

“Cads, hey. Can I touch you?” Janis asks gently, taking her hands when Cady gives a nod and squeezing them. She hates this, it feels like they’re back at square one of their relationship. Maybe they are. “What’s going on?”

“I know Regina has worked on herself, a lot, and I hate feeling like this. But she took Aaron away right when she found out I liked him. What would’ve stopped her from doing it with you?”

“Me,” Janis insists. “I would have stopped it.”

“But what if she’s better for you?!” Cady asks pleadingly. “Regina could take care of you. She’s pretty, and nice now. She’s rich, and smart, and she can do art and stuff too. What- what do I have? I’m just some homeschooled weirdo from Kenya who doesn’t understand people and won’t shut up about math. I-I’m autistic, that’s gonna be hard to deal with sometimes, and in terms of looks I’m not anything special. I want you to have someone who makes you happy. You deserve someone like her. Someone.... someone better.”

“I don’t give a hot, crispy, Kentucky fried fuck what you think I deserve. I know what I want, and I want you. I want my Caddy, my Peanut, my Butterfly,” Janis says passionately, cupping her cheeks and looking into her eyes. “I want your pretty blue eyes and your red hair that smells like cherries and your freckles I can find constellations in. I want my math nerd who does calculus for fun and who can’t do art to save her life but tries anyway because she knows it’ll make me smile. I want my animal lover who makes friends with the squirrels in the woods and didn’t notice a deer followed her on her walk to my house, my girl who can tell me facts I never needed to know about lions and fun stories about Africa. You make me happy. I want you, baby. Nobody else.”

Cady throws herself at Janis, knocking her backwards onto the bed and locking their lips together. Janis kisses her back just as hard, gripping her waist so hard Cady can feel bruises forming. She doesn’t care. She’s flooded with relief at the familiar waxy texture of Janis’ lipstick, the comforting smell of vanilla from her soft skin and the safe feeling of being held in her arms. She pulls back for a split second to breathe before diving back in, gasping as Janis nips her lip and twines their tongues together.

When they finally pull back, Janis just cups Cady’s face to look at her, lips swollen and two-toned hair wild around her. “I’m so sorry,” Cady says, pulling back to sit again and burying herself in Janis’ shoulder when she follows. “I hated fighting, I love you, I’m sorry.”

“The only thing you have to be sorry for is not telling me you were feeling that way. This is only gonna work if we both feel okay about ourselves, and tell each other when we don’t. I’m sorry for not talking with you about this kind of thing sooner. This whole relationship needs to be based on trust and talking to each other, okay?”

Cady nods. “Okay. We both take care of each other?”

“Exactly, my girl,” Janis confirms, grinning as Cady kisses her cheeks. “But ourselves, too.”

“Have you ever felt like this? With me?” Cady asks gently.

“Of course. I wonder every day what I did to deserve you. I was so jealous the whole time you were with Aaron, and I thought you were way out of my league for a long time,” Janis responds, chuckling when Cady pulls back to look at her incredulously. “You’re so beautiful, and so smart. You were queen of the school for a good while, I thought you would at least want someone as smart as you, if not as nice and pretty. When we first got together I spent a lot of time wondering why you didn’t pick Kevin or even Regina over me.”

“Then I’m sorry too. You’re what I want, I love you. I love the way you always smell like paint, I love the one little chunk of hair that always slips into your face,” Cady says, brushing it behind Janis’ ear. “I love the way you’re so tough and strong and yet you cry over the snake food at the pet store and try to steal the dwarf hamsters every time we go. I love how you never let my feet touch the ground when we’re together, and how you seem so cold but give the warmest hugs and softest kisses. I love how you’re the only person who regularly asks for stories about Kenya and never tells me to be quiet, and how you let me ramble about math and at least pretend to be interested even though you don’t understand what I’m on about. I love that you let me call you stupid little nicknames even though it ‘goes against your image’. I love that you’re so passionate about everything, that you care so much about what’s important to you and aren’t afraid to let people know it. I. Love. You. So much. Promise me you’ll tell me if you feel that way again.”

“I promise, baby. I love you too,” Janis responds with tears in her eyes. Cady clings to her tightly, happy they seem to be okay again. They sit like that for a short while, content to be holding each other again.

“Janis?” Cady asks quietly after a moment.

“Yes, Princess?” Janis responds, opening her eyes again.

“What have you been talking with Regina about?”

Janis chuckles, kissing her cheek. “I’ve been trying to come up with something to surprise you with, to celebrate you being valedictorian. Reggie likes party planning and stuff, I thought she might have some ideas.”

“Really?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Oh my god, I’m so stupid,” Cady chuckles. Janis flicks her gently.

“Hey, no you’re not. You’re the valedictorian, for fucks sake. And I did not go about any of this correctly.”

“I didn’t either, I don’t blame you. But you don’t have to get me anything, Jayjay,” Cady mumbles sheepishly as she nuzzles back into Janis.

“I know I don’t have to, I want to,” Janis replies. “You’ve worked so hard, you deserve something.”

“What have you guys come up with?” Cady asks.

“Regina wants to throw you some kind of party, but that’s all we’ve gotten so far. I’m trying to talk her out of some sort of rager,” Janis answers.

“Oh, that sounds fun. But yeah, I don’t want anything big or crazy,” Cady says.

“What do you want? Since it’s not a surprise anymore. Might as well get your input,” Janis says in response.

Cady thinks for a while. “I dunno. Something with food. Maybe outside if it’s a nice day. I trust your judgement.”

“A dangerous choice,” Janis chuckles.

“I know,” Cady giggles. “But really. As long as it’s not anything crazy or expensive I don’t mind what you choose to do.”

“Okay. I can work with that. I love you,” Janis says.

“I love you too. I missed you,” Cady says.

“I missed you too, baby,” Janis responds. “Was torture without you.”

“We really have to do something for Damian, too,” Cady hums thoughtfully. “I would’ve totally spiraled without him.”

“God, yeah, me too,” Janis says. “You think of something to get him, we’ll give it to him on the same day we do your little bash.”

“Okay,” Cady giggles. She goes quiet for a long moment before piping up again. “Janis?”

“Hmm?”

“Can you help me with my English project?”

“Yes,” Janis laughs. “Of course.”

“Thank god.”

————-

“Hey, Cady, can we talk?” Regina stops her in the hallway on her way to study hall.

“Oh god, Regina! Sorry, you scared me. Uh, yeah, are you okay with talking in the bathroom?”

Regina grimaces, but nods. Cady follows her in.

“Regina, I’m sorry, I should never have accused you of trying to steal Janis,” Cady apologizes. “You’ve worked so much on being nicer, and it really shows, I’m sorry I ever thought you would still do something like that.”

“Whoa, Cady,” Regina says. “Um, it’s... fine. I wasn’t expecting you to apologize. I wanted to apologize, I should have been more careful with how Janis and I were meeting and stuff. I don’t know if she’s talked to you yet, but she would never cheat on you, especially with me. I think she still hates me. Please forgive Janis, none of this was her fault.”

“Gina, hey,” Cady comforts. “Janis and I talked this weekend, we’re back together. Everything is okay. We’ve all learned some very valuable lessons. I forgive you.”

“Oh thank fuck,” Regina sighs. “The universe has felt out of balance since you broke up. I was wondering what you guys were going to do to me that could be worse than the Kälteen bars.”

“I’m still sorry about those,” Cady mumbles sheepishly. “Let’s just, like... talk about stuff, in the future? Stop having to have moments like this?”

“Agreed,” Regina says. “You want to hug it out, don’t you?” Cady nods. “Fine. Thirty seconds.”

“I’ll take it,” Cady says happily. “I’ll make a hugger out of you yet.”

————-

“Jayjay!” Cady calls, leaping on Janis from behind.

“Jesus fuck! Caddy! Don’t do that,” Janis yelps as she turns around.

“Hi,” Cady says, grinning up at her. “I sowwy.”

Janis glares at her. “You’re forgiven. For a kiss.”

Cady happily obliges, reaching her arms around Janis’ neck as she leans up to kiss her sweetly. “Better?”

“For now,” Janis says, pecking her gently again. “Do you want to work on your project? I’ve been freed from planning your little shindig for the day, Regina wanted to go see Damian.”

“Aww, that’s nice of her. I definitely need your help, it’s due on Friday and I only have a couple slides,” Cady says.

“Tits. You ready to go?”

“Yeah,” Cady says, lacing their fingers together as Janis leads her to her truck.

Janis flops onto Cady’s bed when they arrive, reaching for her laptop to see what Cady has so far. She bursts out laughing when she sees the only slide Cady’s made.

“What’s so funny?” Cady asks. She’d been pretty sleep deprived by the time she actually got around to putting it together, but thought she had done a pretty good job.

“Did you proofread this at all?” Janis says in between fits of laughter.

“I hadn’t slept in two days at the time, but yes,” Cady replies, almost offended.

“Baby, this just says ‘I’m so tired. Please god let me sleep.’ over and over with a bunch of typos,” Janis says breathlessly, wiping tears of laughter from under her eyes.

“Oh. Oops,” Cady replies. Apparently she’s made less progress than she had thought.

“Next time, pace yourself. You need to sleep, Butterfly,” Janis says, reaching for her. Cady comes to sit on her lap.

“So, what career do you want to do this project on? It’s supposed to be what you want to do when you grow up, right?” Janis asks, holding her close.

“Yeah,” Cady mumbles. “But... I don’t know what I want to do.”

“Oh, baby, that’s okay. I don’t know either,” Janis comforts. “Do you have any ideas of jobs you want?”

“My parents want me to go into zoology, like them,” Cady replies. “And I’ve been... wondering if I should go into medicine. Like Rhys wanted to. Since he couldn’t himself.”

“But what do you want to do?” Janis asks. “I think it’s great that you’re considering medicine for your brother, but if it’s not what you really want then you shouldn’t force yourself into it.”

“I kind of want to teach math,” Cady mumbles shyly. “Like, to college or high school kids. Maybe get my PhD in math and stuff. I think math is fun, I want to help other people have fun with it too.”

“You would be such a good teacher, baby,” Janis comforts, kissing her cheek. “You should absolutely do that if it’s what you want. You’ll be successful enough to make your parents happy, and be doing something you’re interested in. That’s a great fit for you.”

Cady looks more than a little relieved at that, but realizes something. “I’d feel guilty though. I promised I’d become a doctor for Rhys when he died. I just... don’t really want to anymore. I don’t think I’d be very good at it.”

“Butterfly, Rhys would want you to be happy with whatever you choose to do. You already honor him every day just by existing. You’re so smart, and kind, and beautiful. I know you’re already making him proud, you don’t owe him anything else,” Janis reminds her. She never met Rhys, but from everything she’s heard about him she just made a true statement.

“Thank you, Jayjay. I guess if I did get my PhD I’d technically be a doctor,” Cady jokes. “I’ll decide later, I have a couple years.”

“That you do. Unfortunately, becoming a math teacher doesn’t make for a very interesting project, though, so maybe pick a fake career and we’ll look into that,” Janis says.

“I did actually want to be a zoologist when I was really little, we could do that,” Cady says.

“Sounds like a plan,” Janis replies as she kisses her cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Cady responds. “Can we just make out instead?”

“Tempting,” Janis says. “You get one minute of kissing for every half hour.”

“Fine.”

————-

“Hey, Cady, can you go to the mall with us after school today?” Gretchen asks, flanked by Karen.

“Yeah,” Cady responds. “Is this related at all to-“

“No!” Karen insists before she can finish.

“Karen, sweetie, she knows she’s having some kind of party. She just doesn’t know what’s happening specifically,” Gretchen says quietly.

“Oh yeah,” Karen says. “Then yes. They’re going shopping for supplies today and told us to distract you. Confetti emoji.”

“Ah,” Cady giggles. “Yeah, I can go. I’ll meet you guys by the main doors after school?”

“Caucasian thumbs up!” Karen responds, pulling Gretchen away.

“Yeah, we’ll be there!”

“Okay, Sarkisian, what’s this wonderful idea you’ve had?” Regina asks.

“A picnic!” Janis says excitedly. “She wants something with food and something outside. We’ll have a picnic in the park.”

“That... actually doesn’t sound terrible,” Regina says. “So what do we need?”

“A big-ass blanket,” Janis responds as they enter a party store. “And food. And Caddy loves balloons, but we should get those on the day.”

“Who’s gonna make the food, Jan?” Regina asks.

“Jules can, she loves to cook. She’s been wanting to practice stuff anyway,” Janis responds, looking at their selections of plates.

“How is she?” Regina asks quietly. She hasn’t seen Juliana since she and Janis were twelve.

“She’s good,” Janis answers. “Tall as shit, little evil genius. She’s super smart and sarcastic and stuff. She’s big into writing now, too. How’s Kylie been?”

“I... She... I’m...” Regina stutters. “She’s a good kid, but she’s turning into a little version of me. I’m trying to stop her before she gets to where I was.”

Janis hums sadly. “Well, at least you’re a better role model for her now. And you’re both getting the help you need. Kylie was the sweetest little thing last time I saw her, I don’t think she can get to your level.”

“I hope not,” Regina mumbles. “Cady likes yellow, right? We could do white and yellow, that would be cute.”

Janis gets the sense they’re done talking about their families for a reason, now. “Yeah, yellow is her favorite. We could go buy some white sheets from somewhere for cheap and then do yellow plates and shit.”

“Done. I’m buying,” Regina says, grabbing several packs of plates and napkins.

“No! She’s my girlfriend,” Janis protests. “I’m paying.”

“Jan, just let me have this.”

“Fine. ‘S your money,” Janis grumbles.

“Thank you.”

“Hmph.”

Cady, unfortunately, has study hall as her last class of the day in the English wing, so she has to rush to meet Gretchen and Karen by the entrance to the school.

She’s so excited to be spending time with them that she almost runs past them, managing to slow down just before she barrels into Gretchen.

“Hi, sorry,” she says breathlessly. “Who’s driving?”

“I will,” Gretchen offers. Riding with other drivers tends to make her anxious.

“I call shotgun!” Karen calls, already heading to the car. That leaves Cady in the back, which she doesn’t mind.

They put their backpacks in the trunk and hop in, Karen dancing along in her seat to the radio. Cady texts Damian on the ride there, since he had an appointment to check on his foot today. He’d been back in school starting that week, but was still stuck on crutches.

Little Slice: How was the doctor????

Big Slice: Good! I don’t have to use crutches anymore, I just have to wear a boot and go easy on it

Big Slice: No dancing for a while :(

Little Slice: Aw :((( You’ll be back to dancing soon though!!

Little Slice: And yay no more crutches!!!!!!!!!

Big Slice: Yeah now Pippa can’t trip me lmao

Big Slice: Wait aren’t you at the mall??

Little Slice: Yeah, we just got here. I just wanted to check on you 📷

Big Slice: Aw, thanks Cads

Big Slice: Go have fun I’m all good

Little Slice: Okay. Love you 🥰

Big Slice: Love you too, go eat pretzels 🥨

Little Slice: 📷🥨

She chuckles and shuts her phone off, following after her friends into the mall. “Are you guys wanting anything in particular or are we just here for fun?”

“Both!” Karen cheers. “We should totally buy you an outfit for your party. But I also want frozen yogurt.”

“Oh, I didn’t bring any money,” Cady remembers. “But you guys should have fun, I’ll just hang around.”

“No, it’s our treat. We haven’t paid anything for your party,” Gretchen says.

“You guys don’t have to do that,” Cady mumbles. She’s slightly embarrassed by all the attention she’s been getting lately.

“Money bag emoji, let us buy you stuff, Cady. We’re both pretty rich,” Karen says.

“Yeah, come on. Frozen yogurt and one outfit from, like, Forever 21 or something isn’t that expensive anyway, Cades,” Gretchen adds.

“Okay, fine,” Cady begrudgingly agrees. “Let’s do yogurt first, I’m hungry.”

Karen takes both their hands and hauls them towards her favorite shop.

Once they’re sufficiently full of yogurt and toppings, they head to find an outfit for Cady. Gretchen wanders off for a second, leaving Karen and Cady to browse some racks. She comes back with a beautiful white sundress, patterned with yellow flowers.

She shyly approaches Cady, offering the dress. “What do you think of this?”

“Oh, Gretch, this is so pretty! Let me go try it on, it’s beautiful,” Cady squeals, rushing towards the changing rooms. It’s a soft cotton, with a pretty tight bodice and a skirt that flares at her waist, and ends just above her knees. Gretchen seems to have remembered her sizes from their plastic days, the dress fits perfectly.

She opens the curtain to go show her friends, both of them clapping happily and squealing as she spins around. It’s different than it was when they went shopping last year. She can tell their reactions are genuine, rather than just trying to appease her.

“What do you think?” Gretchen asks shyly.

“Gretch, it’s perfect. It’s so soft,” Cady says, looking at herself in the mirror. It has short sleeves, so she might get a little chilly, but she can steal a jacket from Janis. “And, I can wear it to graduation too. It’s beautiful.”

“Oh, good,” Gretchen breathes. She’s working on not needing quite so much external validation, but it’s a slow process.

“You look hot,” Karen adds, making Cady laugh.

“Thanks,” She says, kicking up a heel. “Do you guys want to come over? Watch a movie or something?”

“Totally, that would be fetch,” Gretchen says.

“I’m so glad you still say fetch,” Cady giggles. “Let’s go!”

—————-

A few days later, Janis is typing the final few slides of Cady’s project as her girlfriend lays in her lap and dictates.

“And... you’re done,” Janis says as she enters the last few words. “Now we just need to proofread it and cite your sources.”

“Mmh,” Cady whines. “I hate citing stuff.”

“I hate it too,” Janis says, leaning down to kiss her gently. Cady rests a hand on the back of her head, keeping her close and kissing her back. Janis gives in for a second, before she resists and pulls back. “Stop trying to seduce me into letting you slack off, Peanut.”

“Fine,” Cady huffs as she sits up, still in Janis’ lap as she enters all her sources. “There.”

Janis turns her around to face her. “Good job, baby.”

“Thank you for helping me,” Cady says contently as she nuzzles into her. “I love you.”

“I love you too. So much,” Janis hums. “Have you thought of anything to get for Damian, by the way?”

“A couple things,” Cady says. “He mentioned something when you guys were telling me about Phillip last year, um... an... uh-“

“Edible arrangement?” Janis asks with a chuckle, remembering the story.

“Yeah! What are those?” Cady asks.

“They’re like flower bouquets but they’re made of fruit, so you can eat them,” Janis replies.

“Oh. We could make one of those? Does he like them?”

“That would be cute,” Janis says. “He likes fruit a lot, I don’t see why he wouldn’t like one. They can’t be too hard to make.”

“Don’t say that, you’ll jinx us,” Cady jokes. “We should decorate a little vase to put it in, too.”

“Sounds like a plan, Butterfly,” Janis says. “Are you excited for Sunday?” She and Regina had finally gathered everything they would need, and decided to have the picnic on Sunday so Juliana would have Saturday to prep the food, with the assistance of Regina and their moms.

“Yes! I can’t wait to see what you guys came up with,” Cady says happily. “I know it’ll be perfect.”

“Good,” Janis says as she leans in to kiss her. “I love you.”

“I love you more,” Cady teases.

“No way. I love you most.”

“Well... I love you... moster.” Cady stumbles, making them both laugh.

“Okay, fine, you win for today,” Janis chuckles.

“Ha! I win,” Cady says. “My prize is cuddles.”

“I can live with that.”

——————-

Sunday finally rolls around, and Janis is shaking with excitement. She’d spent the day before with Cady, putting together Damian’s thank you gift while Regina and Juliana spent the day cooking at her house.

She and Cady had both wound up absolutely covered in paint from trying to decorate the vase they had picked, and painted a Broadway stage on. Once they had scrubbed most of it off, they decided to start prepping the fruit, neither of them quite understanding how to turn a cantaloupe into a flower. Eventually they got the hang of it, putting together a rather lovely arrangement. Damian would like it, at least.

Cady had mischievously decided to chuck a melon ball at Janis once they had finished putting everything together, so Janis had thrown a grape back. Eventually every piece of the extra fruit they had had been thrown at someone, and they had a delicious mess to clean up.

Her jacket had also gone missing, which was slightly concerning. She had planned on wearing it to the picnic as well, but is wearing a backup since it never turned up.

“Janny. Breathe,” Juliana demands. as Janis is frantically running around trying to make sure everything is in place. They’d bought cheap white sheets and stitched them together to make a massive blanket, which is spread over the soft grass, and bought yellow balloons which are weighing the blanket down at the corners.

Juliana had truly gone all out, prepping almost all of Cady’s favorite foods. All sorts of sandwiches, chocolate covered strawberries, a cheese board, pink lemonade, and even an adorable froggy cake.

“Okay,” Janis says as she teases a deep breath. “You really did a great job, kid, this stuff looks great.”

Julie beams up at her as Janis pulls her into a hug. “Thanks, Janny.”

“Yeah, Jan, chill. Everything’s fine, just wait for your girl,” Regina says, adjusting a bunch of balloons.

“Okay.”

She doesn’t have to wait long, as Damian shows up about ten minutes later with her blindfolded girlfriend in tow. So that’s where her jacket had gone.

He leads Cady to a good place, where she can see the whole spread, before he unties her blindfold.

Cady gasps excitedly, taking everything in for a split second before she runs to jump into Janis’ arms. Janis spins her around as Cady giggles happily, grinning down at her. She pulls Janis down into a kiss as soon as she’s on her feet again, wrapping her arms around her neck and pressing the lips together sweetly.

“Janis, this is beautiful, I love it,” she says as soon as they break apart. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, baby,” Janis says quietly, leaning down to kiss her again. They only remember they’re not alone when everyone starts making gagging noises, Juliana somehow already on Damian’s back. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Cady whispers, giving her one more peck before going to thank Regina and Julie. Regina begrudgingly accepts a hug, and Julie grins happily as Cady wraps her in a tight hug and kisses her cheek. Once that’s been handled she looks around a little more, smiling widely. “Should we give Damian his thing now?”

“Sure,” Janis says, heading to grab it as Damian does a lazy waltz with her sister. He only has to wear the boot for a few more weeks, luckily. “Dame!”

“What? Aww!” He squeals when they hold out his homemade fruit bouquet. “This is so cute.”

“It’s a thank you present, for telling us we were both being idiots but in a nice way,” Janis replies. “Neither of us want to think about what would’ve happened if you hadn’t been there to talk us down.”

“Aww. I should become a marriage counselor, if I get this kind of stuff every time,” Damian says, eating one of the melon flowers. He gasps with exaggerated drama as they both lean in to smooch one of his cheeks at the same time, pressing a hand over his heart.

“Thanks, Damian,” Cady giggles.

“You’re welcome. When do we get to eat?” Damian asks, cradling his bouquet.

“Once everyone else shows up,” Regina answers, coming over to join their conversation. “Speak of the devil.”

Cady peeks around Damian to see who else has arrived, going to greet the Mathletes, along with Karen and Gretchen with a hug.

She spends the picnic chatting with everyone, but also spends a lot of it stuck close to Janis. She’s either hugging her, in her lap, or holding her hand throughout the whole thing. It’s cute.

Cady and Janis stay behind after everyone else goes home to clean up, deciding to have a moment to themselves first. The sun went down a while ago, so they cuddle up on the blanket and look at the stars.

“I love you,” Cady says quietly after a while, rolling on top of Janis.

“I love you too,” Janis responds as she pulls her down into a kiss. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Thank you,” Cady whispers, ghosting the words over Janis’ lips. “Today was perfect.”

“I’m glad,” Janis says. “Now kiss me.”

Cady obliges, cupping her face to kiss her as Janis rests her hands on her waist. Janis flicks her tongue at the seam of her lips, moaning quietly when Cady lets her in and their tongues meet.

They both know they should get to work soon, but for now their responsibilities are allowed to fade into the background. The picnic was wonderful, but not quite worth almost losing one another.

They lose the world in each other, tasting the universe on each other’s lips as the stars twinkle just for them above their heads.

All is well.

hope you enjoyed! this was a prompt fill for Hayeena and Aubrey_Plaza_Stole_HappiestSeason on ao3.

also, translation for the Swahili: ndege wangu mdogo wa wimbo: my little songbird. I have no idea if its accurate, I don't speak Swahili.

requests are still open! please leave them either here, on my ao3 or on my wattpad. all are the same handle, maybeimamuppet.

lots of love,

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Love Talk - Hoseok

Pairing: Hoseok x reader (nicknamed Giggles)

Wordcount: 8.6k words

Genre: smut (smutty smut), fluff, a teensy bit of angst

Rating: 18+

Hello my precious flowers! As I promised earlier, here I am, posting Hoseok’s Love Talk. This is intended for a mature audience. Please, beware.

I’ll recap real quickly Hobi and Giggles stiuation: they have been messing around for three months, the scenario takes place right after Hoseok comes back from Japan, after Where, When and How, where he explicitly said that he had stuff to discuss with her. Well, he is smitten.

Scratch that.

He is whipped and in love.

Let’s move on to TRIGGER WARNINGS: Well well well, the two are online shopping. In an erotic online shop. Expect a lot of toys. Quickie, Oral sex (male receiving), mentions of squirting, clit sucker, vibrators, g-spot vibrators, wands, anal plugs and dildos, vibrating cock-ring, mentions of strap-on, vaginal beads and ben-wa balls, cocksleeves, masturbation, voyeurism, blindfolds, nipple clamps, restraints, tickler, flogger, oral cockwarming, (Sugar daddy hoseok? whipped hoseok?)

Wordcount is 8.6k.

You can vote for the next theme at the link in my bio :)

And here is my masterlist, enjoy!

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I’m getting at yours, will you wait for me?

Your phone blipped and you picked it up, expecting it to be your mom or a friend.

It was Hoseok.

You replied quickly.

You’re early. I thought I would see you tomorrow.

I need to see you.

It’s late, are you sure? I can wait.

I can’t

He double texted. You paused the film, looking around your messy apartment. God, I gotta fix this.

I’ll be there in twenty. I’m omw

You started rushing around the house like a maniac, trying to get rid of empty food containers and general messiness, throwing your dirty laundry in the washing machine, trying to make the bed in the process of getting decently dressed.

When you heard the doorbell you ran to the intercom, opening the door and waiting for him at the entrance. He knew how to get in anyway.

When he appeared from the elevator you gave him a big smile and he almost ran to you, hugging you tight, breathing you in. “It’s so good to see you.”

“It’s good to see you too.” Your arms wrapped around his neck, fingers disappearing at his nape, under his hat.

“I missed you so much, Giggles.” He kissed your cheek, his palm landing on the small of your back.

“Let’s go in, yes?” You suggested as he waddled towards the door, still latching onto you. “I’m sorry if it’s a mess, I didn’t expect you to stop by.”

“It’s okay as long as the bed is free. It’s not like I came here to check your apartment.” He nibbled on your jaw, already trying to get you going, heading towards the bedroom.

“Hobi, I—” You hesitated.

“Sorry, baby. I was being inconsiderate.” He parted from you, his hands gripping your waist gently. “How was your day?”

“Tough. Tiring.”

“Mh. Poor baby.” He caressed your cheek and headed for the sofa.

“What about you?” You asked, opposing him as he tried to sit the both of you down.

“It’s been a long day. I’m a bit tired. Don’t you want to sit?” He looked at you with a pout on his lips, brow furrowed, voice whiny.

You placed your hands on his shoulder, massaging them gently. “I’m not opposed to some pillow talk.”

He looked at you, licking his lip. “You sure? We don’t have to… You know.”

“Hobi.” You whined.

“You want me, baby?” He asked, voice tender and needy. “I’ve missed you so much, Giggles.” He kissed your lips chastely. “I’ve missed you so, so much.” And with that he wrapped himself around you as you started backing up towards the bedroom.

Your hands went immediately in his soft, thick hair, pushing his lips towards yours. “Hoseok.”

He spoke against your lips. “What is it, sweetheart? Tell me what you want, sweetie.”

You were entering the room and soon he was laying you on the sheets. It wasn’t the first time. Nor the second. You had probably lost count sometime after your third week together.

And were you supposed to count them in terms of sessions or orgasms? Or rounds? You were confused. And you didn’t care. Sometimes it was so good you lost count of how many he’d given you in just one night, go figure since the beginning of your relationship.

“A quick one?” He asked.

“Anything you want.” You replied as he laid you down, kissing you until you were both breathless. He unbuckled his belt with nimble fingers, not even bothering to undress completely, lust making him even more impatient than usual.

In the meanwhile you kicked off your shorts, hips lifting to get rid of the fabric, meeting his hips in the motion and dragging against his hardening cock. “Panties off?”

“Want me to slip them to the side?” He murmured against your neck. “Want me to rip them off you, naughty girl?”

You giggled and he looked at you, completely amused. “That’s my Giggles.” He kissed you deliriously, peppering small presses of lips to your face and neck. “Take those panties off, Giggles. You know how impatient I get.”

The garment came off, Hoseok laughing when he noticed it was stuck around your ankle. “Leave it. I got you.” He kissed you wildly, his head spinning, spiraling out of control.

“Take off your jeans, Hobi.” You half begged, your hand already moving between your thighs, prepping yourself for him.

He stroked himself while fixing you on the pillows, at the center of the bed. “You ready, ____?”

Your body shivered at the sound of your name. You both had your shirts on, the fact absolutely unsurprising. “Come. Want you inside.”

He laid on top of you, his weight propped on his elbow as his forearm cradled your head. With his other hand he caressed your side, from waist to knee, massaging the flesh of your hip in the process, linking your leg around his waist. “I’ve wanted you so bad, baby.” He growled softly against the shell of your ear, substituting your hand with his. “Top drawer?” he asked.

“Yup. Got them before you came back.” You murmured.

“Good girl. So smart.” He threw himself towards the bedside table, opening the drawer and fumbling around until he felt the foil package under his fingers. “There we go.”

Sitting back on his heels he gave you quite the show, tearing the small square with his teeth and making a slow, careful work of wrapping his beautiful cock in rubber.

Your mouth watered as he took off his shirt. He wanted to feel your nails against his bare spine. And no, he didn’t care about you still wearing your shirt. All he needed was your eyes on him. Laying down again, he pressed a small kiss to your nose. “Are you wet enough, sweetie?” He asked, moving his lips to your earlobe. “Need help?”

You bit your lip, knowing that some lube would make it easier for the both of you. You nodded shyly.

“It’s been a while, better make it safe and slippery.” Again he fumbled with the drawer, the pink bottle of strawberry flavoured lube finding his hand almost immediately. It was the one he had gifted you. “Wow, it was a really smart move of me.” He said, thinking of when he had sent you the package. “Karma is really a wonderful thing.”

You giggled. “Hobi, quick.” You reminded him.

“Yeah, yeah.” He laid down on his belly, his face right between your thighs as he observed the dollop of liquid fall right on top of your folds and slither down to your entrance.

“Fuck.” He whispered darkly, spreading it with the flat digit of his thumb. “I feel like licking you.” He said, the inviting, fruity scent tempting his tongue.

“Later. I want you inside, Hoseok.” You whined, almost upset.

“No, no, no. Why is my sweetheart getting sad, uh?” He regained his position, his svelte body looming over yours as he kissed your frown away. “Here.” He said, dragging his tip up and down your slit, covering himself in wetness. “Now, Giggles?”

You nodded eagerly.

He slid in with one smooth stroke, your mouth opening in a rising cry. “I don’t know how long I’ll last.” He warned you kindly. “I need you to touch yourself for me, sweetie.” He licked a teasing stripe up your neck. “Cross your legs behind my back.”

You did as you were told, eyes closing at the deeper stimulation.

He didn’t even pretend to keep it slow and easy. He started ramming into you with sharp jabs, his mouth covering you in the sweetest praises.

“No rubber toy could ever be like you, Giggles. I missed you so fucking much. This sweet, little tight pussy all around me, milking me. Fuck.” He pushed into you particularly hard, your inner walls contracting around him. Your fingers worked your clit rapidly, not even bothering to arouse, but simply to please. You wasted no time, engaging your kegels to give him the tightness that always made him go crazy, your abs crunching in the process, strengthening your grip around him. It made him go faster and harder, which made you get tighter, and the whole process escalated quickly to a breathtaking climax that caught him somewhere between a whine and a groan, head rolling backward and then snapping forward, to the dampness of your shirt, between your breasts.

He himself was dripping with sweat, his own body incredulous at the high he’d just experienced, so liberating and relieving. He had never known anything like this.

And he had never even fucked you raw. Which made him wonder how could he ever resist you once there was going to be no latex separating the two of you.

You were also lost in pleasure, searching for his mouth once his ecstasy subdued and yours took over, squeezing his still sensitive cock. “Hoseok,” you whined gently, his lips caressing your chastely, your breath soothing his upper lip, which he kept worrying in an attempt to tone down his moans.

He felt like he needed to say it. I love you, Giggles. I love you and I’m so scared of it, ____. “Are you feeling okay, Giggles?”

You nodded, smiling sleepily.

“Shower.” He called, making you open your eyes as he tried to drag your heavy body up and on your feet.

The shower was a quiet, tender ordeal. Your hands ran down his body in reverent strokes, to soothe, rather than arouse. You washed his hair, massaging his scalp and he did the same to you, playfully asking you to kneel down so he could wash your hair properly.

You managed to get out of the bathroom, your body warm and fuzzy from the water and the lotion you’d put on as you got ready for bed. He immediately found some spare comfy shorts and a t-shirt to sleep in.

He stopped when you looked at him surprised.

Of course it wasn’t his first time staying over, but you felt like tonight was something more. Maybe it was because of the intimate, caring way he had treated you during your aftercare.

“Oh— Do you need me to go?” He asked, terrified that you would deny him.

You shook your head. “I’m just surprised. I assumed you were busy tomorrow.”

“I sort of am. But I’m free in the morning and I though it was worth it staying and stop by the dorms on my way to the studio.” He shrugged, his collarbones appearing from his thin white shirt. “I also wanted to talk to you.” He mumbled in a pout. “You know, about… uhm— what I sent you from Japan.”

Oh. The toys. “We can talk about that when you’re less tired.”

He made a disappointed oh. But he was quick to hide it with a smile. “Then we could discuss it another time.”

You backtracked quickly. “No, it’s okay. I was just worried for you.”

“You said you were tired earlier.” He opposed readily, but you placed your hands on his cheeks, tracing his lovely cheekbones with your thumbs.

“I want to talk about it too. I just want us to be ready and awake enough for this.” You reasoned.

“I’ve been thinking about this a lot.” He said, pressing his forehead to yours, nuzzling your nose with yours in eskimo kisses. “I got a plan. Can I borrow your laptop?” He asked, parting from you only slightly, keeping you in the circle of his arms but arching away from you to see your whole face clearly.

You nodded. “Let me fetch it for you.” You motioned for him to climb in bed and came back shortly after, computer in hand. You sat down beside him at the head of the bed, and as soon as you unlocked your pc he threw himself over your lap, grabbing it and bringing it towards him.

“As I explored for your… gift, I discovered a few things. I thought maybe we could discuss them together.” He spoke plainly, absolutely chill about this conversation.

“Just make sure you go incognito or it would truly be embarrassing to deal with the cookies.” You suggested with a smirk.

He winked and followed your instructions, stopping only a few seconds, his brow creasing as he tried remembering the url of the online shop.

As soon as he remembered, he typed it in, immediately finding the desired page. “Before we get into this, I must tell you that our sex is absolutely perfect as it is. No need to get any of this stuff. I just want to discuss. Experiment, if you may call it so.”

You nodded and kissed his shoulder, bringing his arm around your shoulders and burrowing into his side. “Let’s talk. Honestly I’m curious too.”

He grinned, “That’s good. Well. I assume you like me taking control.” He considered.

“Absolutely yes. I like it when you take control and get rough. When you manhandle me a bit.”

He nodded.

“I like it when you take what you want. You get whiny and moany and you look so incredibly hot and wild and I’d give anything to make you look like that for me.” You explained. “And I like it when you go hard on me. When you torment me a little.”

He held you tighter. “Anything else?”

You thought about your previous encounters. What did you want to do again? What had gone wrong?

“I like you touching me. Fingering me.”

He kissed your temple, praising your honesty and openness, but also your lack of fear, “I know you had mixed feelings about squirting?” He asked for your confirmation.

“Yes, mostly because of all the mess that follows.” You murmured. “And I felt a little lost afterwards. Like I was too confused to understand what was happening. It made me panic, sort of.”

Hoseok nodded again, kissing your cheek. “We can just avoid that altogether.”

You bit your lip nervously. “Maybe we could just approach it more calmly, slowly, so I can get comfortable in it.” You blushed. As if you needed to be shy around Hoseok…

“Okay.” He smiled, just with his lips, gentle and kind, reassuring. “Oral?”

“Yes.” You said, smiling big and hiding in his neck.

He chuckled. “Nasty girl. Loves having my tongue all over that pussy...”

��Hobi.” You reprimanded him playfully.

“Come on, I’m only speaking the truth here.” He mumbled with a pout, almost grumpy.

You punched his chest lightly. “Still no need to point that out. Rude,”

He bent down to your ear, tickling you in the process. “You love it just as much as I love your pretty mouth and tongue hugging my cock.” He snarled and bit your earlobe.

You eyed him as he took some distance from you. “You’re a devil. And you had promised me a week of oral when you came back. Just oral. You’ve already broken that promise.”

Hosek kissed your brow. “Well, you have a toy for that now, uh?” He tipped your chin upwards with his index finger, kissing you square on the lip.

“It’s not you.” You lamented, tongue teasing his lips in the process.

“That’s fucking right. Poor baby. That’s not me.” He threw himself at your lips, sucking your lower one before you let his tongue slither in and claim your whole mouth.

When you parted, you were both breathless and you already felt the need to grind against his thigh.

“Naughty.” He chastised. “Stay put. We gotta talk about this.”

He showed you the screen of your laptop, an online adult store popping up.

“Are you serious?” You turned towards him, but his expression was inscrutable.

“I thought we could have some fun.” He explained, almost dubious. “As I said we don’t have to, but I’ve never done this before and I must say I’m curious. I trust you. I want to try this stuff with you” — pause — “Well, some of it, at least.”

You cocked your head to the side. “We’ve never talked about your exes...” You considered.

His lips curled. “I thought it was irrelevant. Anyways I’ve had a relationship. Before debut. And I’ve had a few flings and friends with benefits afterwards. No feelings."

Just like you. Except this time the feelings were there. Not that you knew about them, though. Your relationship — relationship? — with Hoseok was exclusively friendly and carnal.

But that's what lovers are….

You shushed your brain. We are no lovers. Good sex and some laughs. That's it. Except it wasn't. Because he was slowly getting under your skin and your and his recent trip were an awful wake up call to your feelings.

Hoseok continued. "I think I’ve been with maybe… Eight people? Definitely less than ten. But it wasn’t like we could discuss this stuff. Or we had time for the talk and the actual experimenting.” He thought some more. “It was like we only had time to cover basic stuff, so I couldn’t really one-up the game. If I can with you, well… I’d love to treat you right.” He explained.

“Then let’s venture in this.” You exclaimed, excited. You looked at the laptop and noticed the navigation bar pointing out several categories.

“Let’s start from the top, yeah?” He asked, clicking on the first link.

You found yourself facing a lengthy list of subcategories. “Woah. It’s a lot.” You breathed out.

“I know we just got you something, but I’d like to know if there’s anything you really like, that you already have or that you’d like to try out.” He explained, waiting for you to take control.

You looked at him with a playful gleam in your eyes. “I liked what you got me. I don’t really have toys. I used to have a small toy, a good reliable one, but I haven’t been using it in ages. Literally. I don’t even know if it works anymore.” You clicked on the tag “vibrator, checking out the different types.

“Wow, women have all these options. The ones for men are so boring!” He complained, looking at the list.

You avoided rabbits. You found them sort of boring and too much for you. “Oh, these!”

“What’s that?” He asked, head cocked to the side as he tried to understand.

“I think it’s something new. I’ve never seen something quite like this before.” The article resembled a leaf, the upper side shaped with something like a mountain crest running across it. Scrolling through the description you understood. “Basically you keep the flat side on the palm of your hand, and the one with the edge between your legs. The rise should follow the slit.”

“Oh, cool. I would have never guessed.” He studied the object with fascination. “Is that something that interests you?”

“Not really. That one is more for grinders. People who prefer a “wider” stimulation, so to say. It works better for people who tend to enjoy staying on their bellies” you blushed.

“Oh, okay. Right. You prefer staying on your back, usually.” He reminded himself.

You nodded. “And usually I’m not a grinder. I’m a bit too lazy for that.” You giggled.

His whole soul vibrated at the sound. He was so happy. Serene. Peaceful. He had never felt quite like this before with anyone else but the guys. And his family, of course. A bunch of close friends, but that’s it.

“Look!” You said, scrolling down the shopping page. “It looks so pretty!” You clicked on it, eager to get a closer look. “It looks so… OH! Look, it’s so soft!” You found yourself starry eyed, staring at the small object.

“It’s a vibrator, right? Oh, squishy! Do girls like squishy?” He asked, confused.

“Some of us do. I do!” You exclaimed. The toy was a pastel green number, shaped like a bullet, but lightly slimmer on the middle and thicker on the head. What marvelled you was the texture: the silicone surface was covered in lamellae, while the head was extremely squishable, soft, which meant definitely delicate and teasing on the skin.

“Wanna get it?”

You turned, surprised. “Are you for real?”

He shrugged, one arm draped around your shoulders, hand toying with your hair. “Why not. We could put it in the cart and then choose at the end what we want to actually get.”

You pouted, not completely convinced, looking at him with a suspicious glance. “Okay.” You murmured.

He beamed up. “Then add it, Giggles. What’s next?”

“Well, I think I’m not a huge fan of vibrators. Kind of lame. They’re often too powerful for my taste. And quite unrealistic, if I must be honest.” You shrugged. “I prefer something that actually resembles a man. I don’t know why. I just do.” You looked at him with an apologetic expression.

“Don’t do that face. No need to be sorry for that. We’ll just work harder to look for something that actually works for you. More fun!” He cheered, picking up your mood.

You smiled back at him, suddenly overwhelmed by the need to bite the apples of his cheeks as he grinned.

“What about internal vibrators?” He asked, now again serious and interested.

“Like, g-spot stimulators?”You furrowed your brow.

“Let’s see.” He clicked on the alternative you suggested and as you scrolled the twenty or so items, you noticed that most of them were dildo- or wand-shaped.

“That’s most definitely not it.” He said, mumbling out loud. He turned towards you for confirmation. “Unless you like them.” He precisated.

“Nope.” You said, popping the p.

He grabbed your face with one hand, squishing your cheeks between his thumb and the rest of his hand. “You’re so cute.”

Blushing, you hid into him, disappearing under his chin. “Can we please focus on the task at hand.” You questioned with a squeaky voice.

“So, no g-spot stimulators. Oh, you’re gonna love this one. Pastel and squishy!” He said, excitement filling his voice.

You turned your face but kept your position under his head, against his breastbone. “That’s a vibrating egg.” You noted. “Indeed pastel. But I don’t think it’s very squishy.”

“It looks squishy.”

“I think it’s less squishable than the bullet.”

“Yeah, right. Still, it looks squishy.” He said, puffing out his chest.

“And you can control it through a remote.” You noticed.

His chest got suddenly very still, only his heartbeat rattling it, no sign of breathing. He hooked one finger under your chin and made you meet his stare. “Yes or no?” He asked.

You knew he was begging for a yes. He was truly incapable of wearing a poker face. “Why not?” You smiled shyly. “But just for your information, no, I won’t let you use it on me in public.”

His lips puckered a little but he simply replied: “Fine.”

“Until I get the hang of it.” You specified.

And just like that he was a happy little squirrel again, cheeks puffy and oh-so biteable.

“Honestly though, I would look for something a little bit more practical. Like yeah, pastel is cute— Wait, that one.” You stopped him, pointing at the screen. “That looks really you.”

“What?”

The vibrator was a sleek, black number with a classy, glossy finish at the base. “It looks like something that you would choose. A bit less tacky than the hot pink silicone stuff. Maybe it’s too expensive though, especially considering that we’re not even sure we’ll use this.”

“Well, better safe than sorry. And yes, hot pink is definitely a big no no. Plus it matches my faux leather trousers.” He put it in the cart and moved on.

“See. We call that a win-win.” You joked, teasing his collarbone with your mouth. “Stop right there, gentleman.” You gave a small slap to his hand. “Look at that— Wow.” You cheered once the page uploaded. “I’d say I wanna try this one.”

“Isn’t that… Oh, Giggles, you really are the naughtiest.” He chuckled as you read the details.

“I want it.” You whispered.

“You got it.” He added it to the cart straight away, without second thought.

You turned towards him with your mouth wide, completely shocked. “Really?”

“Were you joking?” He asked.

“No, but I thought you would oppose.” You replied.

“Why would I?” He shrugged. “If I get to put a vibrator inside you and control it with a remote, I don’t see why you wouldn’t get to put a cockring on me and control it with a remote. This is a win-win.” He explained, his voice doing those cute ups and downs that he always did when complaining.

“Well, I don’t oppose. I’m glad you’re this open. Really.” You kissed his jaw. “Thank you for your trust, Hobi.”

“It’s okay, sweetie.” Truth is, he would never deny you something that made you go dreamy eyes and mellow voice. He knew you went crazy when you managed to turn him into a brainless, pliant, loud puddle of desire and submission. Considering how strict he was to you, you were surprised — to say the least — that he had such a talent for submission, but again you would do anything to show him how important, unique and precious he is to you, which includes doting on him every now and then, taking care of him and assuming full control over him. He always relaxed so nicely against you, letting you do literally anything to him. The thought that now you could make him cum over and over with your mouth, your hands and now toys too while wearing the vibrating egg inside you was a sudden, very pleasant revelation.

You needed it now.

Once more you felt your inner thighs get slick and you subtly tried to get rid of it, tucking your hand between your legs.

Hoseok didn't seem to notice, he simply hugged you closer. He might be too scared to say it, but the least he could do was to show it.

"Wand or thruster?" He asked, his hand lingering over the touchpad.

"Mh… I'm not a fan of wands either. I'm sort of curious about thrusters, but… I don't know, I've got you. Not like that I have to choose between a man and a toy, but honestly, it's not something I wanna do without you. I think I just prefer dildos. Or clit suckers. And you just got me one so I don’t really see a point in looking that up."

He shrugged. “It’s up to you. If you want we can look just for fun.” He kissed the top of you head.

Well, he was getting quite affectionate. He already was, normally, but this was getting strange. Not a bad strange, of course. Rather, it made you think that maybe there was something in him that you hadn’t quite spotted yet, which seems quite absurd after almost three months of… dating? Messing around? Whatever.

“Uh— ” He seemed nervous. “What about this?” The small cursor moving to the “vibrating butt plugs” section.

You cocked your head to the side with an indecisive pout. “Isn’t there a section of regular ones?”

He was a little taken aback, but then he realised: “Right. No vibrators.”

It was your turn to shrug. “No, it’s just that I’ve never done that before. I guess I’d like to start from something basic and then, eventually one-up.” You locked eyes with him and he felt the suffocating need to kiss you.

He did, diving down into you, his lips pecking yours with a nodding motion. “You’re so fucking fantastic, Giggles. Let’s see if we can find something that can satisfy you.”

He put the computer on your lap, letting you take control. “Do as if I weren’t here. Really.”

Difficult task. Especially since his semi was poking your side. You bit your lip, trying to hold yourself back from starting something. Shaking your head at yourself, you opened the page. You started browsing quickly, wincing at the questionable, flashy-coloured ones, some of them the overly popular “jewelled” number. Your glance stopped at a reasonably sized glass number.

“They say it’s better to start from silicone. Glass is quite hard to handle for beginners.” He murmured behind you.

You turned, smiling at him. “Thank you for the pointer, sweetie.”

Sweet lord, he blushed .

You turned, trying not to show how smitten his reaction got you. “Oh, this one has a removable vibrator. And look, suitable for beginners.” You turned excitedly.

“You know where the cart button is, darling.” He said, all cool and chill.

Sucking your lip in, you tucked your chin in your chest, all shy, and then you turned and bit his wondrous jawline. “Stop acting like this.”

“Is it getting you hot? Me spoiling you rotten?” He teased, catching your jaw and biting your lower lip.

“What if I said yes.” You brushed your hip against him, making him growl minaciously.

“Stay focused.” He barked.

You blushed and obeyed, turning your eyes back to the screen. As you kept strolling you noticed a tuft of white fur appear on the screen. “Is that— ?”

“Yeah.” He replied.

You opened the page, curious. The idea of feeling soft fur on such a delicate part of your body sent a shiver down your spine.

“You like it, ____?” He asked, voice so low that it transmitted as a rumbling ricocheting from his torso to yours.

“I don’t know.” You licked you lips. “I think I need time to understand this one. How I feel about it, I mean.” You realised it attracted you, mostly in terms of the sensation it would potentially arise. “How do you feel about it?”

“I’m neutral about that. Not that my opinion matters. Just, don’t think about me. I’ll just follow your lead. Your body your rules, Giggles.” He held you closer to him. You were practically melting into each other by now.

You decided you might as well get into a more comfortable position. Tapping your hand against his thigh you invited him to open his legs, lifting yourself enough to settle between his knees, leaning into him. His arms immediately snaked around your waist, your head tilting to the side to let him see the screen. It all happened so easily, naturally, quietly that you started questioning yourself just how familiar your bodies were with each other.

Moving on, you decided to change category. “I’m just looking.” You said, almost apologetic.

“Show me what you like.” He asked you, his attitude so stern that it sounded more like an order than a request.

His breath caressed your nape gently as you waited for the page to upload. “Okay. Uhm. Mine is a bit like this one.”

“Clit sucker? Is that what you’re into, Giggles?” He asked, no judgement, just plain curiosity.

You nodded. “I mean, i have just one, but if I had to choose others, I would go for small, practical ones. Simple, low maintenance.” You kept scrolling. “Here’s the one you got me!” You noticed, trying to ignore the price written just below. “This one is cute. But maybe a bit too showy.” You said, pointing at one that reminded a flamingo, shaped like some sort of rubber duck, but coloured in pink. “And it needs to have a good grip, for the hand. The worst is when you’re almost there and it slips from your hands. A ruined orgasm is the worst. I mean, some people like edging and ruined orgasms, but when you’re going solo and you’re just frustrated and want to cum and crash in bed after a long day, you don’t want stuff like that to happen.” You explained. Yes, you often came back home frustrated and tired and just in need of an orgasm and eight hours of sleep.

“I’ll remember that next time.” He said, trying to keep himself from telling you that he could move in and make sure to be home everyday by the time you came back, ready to pleasure you every time you craved the high.

You caught his hand and kissed his knuckles.

He exhaled, shifting almost imperceptibly to ease the pressure on his crotch.

“Actually nothing really sparks my attention. They all look pretty lame.” You scrunched your nose. “The one I was interested in is out of stock. And they’re all pretty much like the one I have and the one you got me. No big deal.”

You went back to the main list. Next on the list were dildos. Again, you scrunched your nose. “I won’t even look at the realistic ones. They make me cringe.” You laughed embarrassedly, looking at the next subcategory, “I exclude anal ones because I think it’s a soft limit for now. We’ll see how it goes with the bullet and then I’ll decide.” You moved the cursor to the following voice in the list. “Double dildo? Hell no. Unless you…?”

You turned towards Hoseok, who had his eyes half closed, lost in his head.

“Hobi?” You called.

“Yeah?” He said as he snapped out of it.

“Double dildo. Thoughts?” You asked.

His brow furrowed. “No. I mean, maybe not yet.” He clarified. “Let’s start slow.”

“Are we excluding strap-ons too? Just asking.” You asked for confirmation.

He thought about it for a second. “Yeah. I think so. For now. We’ll see, I guess? I’m not necessarily opposed to it, but it’s something I have to work up to, if I ever get there. Though, I must say I’m not exactly comfortable at the thought.”

You caressed his thigh gently. “It’s okay. I just wanted to ask. Tell you I’m okay with it just in case you ever want to try. No pressure.” You turned to kiss any part of him that was close to you. You met his bicep and laid a sweet peck there.

“Thank you, baby.” His hand climbed under the hem of your shirt, his cute nose nuzzling into your hair.

“I’m sort of curious about glass dildos…” You clicked on the link and your eyes actually struggled taking in all the beautiful instruments. You started scrolling slowly, a pair of vibrant blue glass eggs catching your attention. “Wow.” The description mentioned the advantages of pyrex glass as a safe, easy-to-clean, antibacterial material, as long as it doesn’t fall and chip. The eggs, one smaller and one bigger, depending on skills and training, were recommended for intermediate to average users, however the warning didn’t scare you. You were pretty sure your kegels were already fine considering that you had received ben-wa balls from your best friend for your birthday, after she told you how amazing they felt and how they had improved her intimate life.

Selfishly you added the glass accessories to your saved items and kept shopping. The dildos looked more intimidating, their shapes definitely adventurous and daring, to say the least. Some of them were absolutely fascinating, like a lovely purple one made of a series of spheres molten together that grew bigger to the base and smaller to the tip. However, they were all quite small in shape, and most importantly they had no give, no squish factor, which is our usual go-to in terms of feel. Of course they were interesting for the possible temperature play, but you reserved that for the spheres. And the plug.

You skipped the ben-wa balls.

“Why?” Hoseok asked.

“I forgot to mention I already have them. It’s something I’ve been using for a few months. I don’t think they’re actually a toy. I’ve always considered that more of a health product. Just like, I don’t know. Lube. Or tampons.” You explained.

“So you have a clit sucker and ben-wa balls?” He sounded almost incredulous.

“Yeah.” You stated, marvelled at him being so surprised by it.

He ran his lips around the shell of your ear. “Is that why you’re always so damn tight around me, little bird?”

You abandoned your body back against his, your posture getting looser at his shameless flirting. “I make sure I work them out to keep healthy. And to keep tight, no matter how hard you fuck me.” You told him, perfectly knowing that no amount of intercourse would ever cause irreversible stretching to your inner walls — only giving birth and aging could — but still indulging in his fantasies. “Let’s see if we can find something for you.”

He held your hand as you clicked on the first category for men.

“Cock sleeves?” You asked.

He took a deep breath. “Those are like the ones you got me.”

“Yeah, the brand is the same. They’re pretty popular, apparently. And they had the best reviews.” You explained.

"I think I'm okay here. I mean, we can move on to the next. I mean, I explored a little and I think the only toys I could be into are cockrings." He explained, a bit shy. "And the small eggs you gave me, of course. Which are quite extraordinary." He chuckled and you felt his chest shake behind you.

Such intimacy was new and so intense it was like the blinding sunlight of a summer's midday. "I do remember you quite losing your mind for those."

You remembered him whining on the screen of your computer during your video call last week, his forearm propping him up on the desk, his torso and head bent over, completely collapsed over his lap as he came, screaming your name, moaning about how much he missed your touch, your cunt, your kisses. Similarly, on the other side, you were sitting on your sofa, legs spread wide as you cried out his name, hips thrusting up, thinking about his cock and trying to ignore how different it felt from the toy that was actually pleasing you.

"It was nice." He kissed your nape. "But only because we were apart." His hand under your shirt stared climbing to your chest, the ghost of his digits teasing not even the skin, but rather the air lingering over it. The barely-there feeling stirred goosebumps over your belly. "I don't want anything but you. All the time" He kissed you again. "And I don't want a fake pussy." The tip of his tongue skimmed the back of your ear. "I want yours."

You moaned. "Are you sure you don't want to check them out?" Hands lingering over the touchpad. "Not even pumps?"

"Why, when you suck me so good." His hand was at your chest now, toying with the full curve of your breast before palming it gently, squeezing it just enough to arouse rather than hurt.

You arched your back, offering him even more of your flesh. "I love feeling you in my mouth. You get so loud when I suck you."

"Don't you love me crying out for you, uh? So cruel." He teased your nipple, rolling it between his fingertips.

"I love hearing how well I please you." You replied, your hand running up the inside of his thigh and reaching his hard on. "Do you need a pause from our shopping?"

"What are you suggesting?" He murmured against your ear.

"Let me show you."

"But the next part is the one I really wanted to browse with you." He said in his typical complaining tone. Damn it, you love how he sounds like a cute, bratty baby when he tries to convince you to do it his way.

"You wanna check the BDSM section or cum in my mouth, Hobi?" You asked, all set on making it hard for him to turn you down.

"Can't we browse the BDSM section and then I cum in your mouth?" He whined.

You shrugged. "Fine. But get your hand out of my shirt, mister, or I won't be able to focus." You said, gentle and shy.

He smiled. So cute. Taking his hand off, he put it on the touchpad, substituting you. "Let's start easy." He said, opening the link leading to another list. "Blindfolds?"

"Yes." You replied. "As long as we take it easy." Again, a part of you imagined how it would be to feel him without seeing him, noticing all the small sounds and little touches he would give you without knowing his visual cues that gave away what to expect next.

"Cool. I wanted to try it too." He commented briefly.

"On yourself?" You asked back, unabashed.

"Yeah, why not. We're here to discover new things aren't we?"

You nodded. "Why are you scrolling down?" You asked as he moved to the next point in the list.

"You'll see, Giggles. Don't be impatient, little bird." He chastised.

Sweet mercy, he was getting you hot. Again.

"Nipple clamps?" He asked again.

"Mh, kinda neutral about them. Your hands are good enough. We'll see."

"I must say I'd love seeing them on you. But it's all up to you." Now he was back to his comforting touchy persona. You noticed the immense variety of ways he touches you and you were extremely eager to discover them all. That's what the blindfold is for. "I don't see me wearing them myself, though."

"Yeah, I don't see you wearing them either." You replied, head cocked to the side as you tried imagining the scene. It felt wrong.

"Does my little bird want to try restraints?" He questioned and from the tone of his voice you knew there was no way to say no to that.

You nodded so hard you almost smashed your head into his chest.

"Then we can just buy a nice beginner set and add pieces as we get more skilled with this." He reasoned.

"You plan on getting skilled on this?" You asked, almost terrified, not because you were opposed to the idea, but rather because he already had you in the palm of his hand as it was, no need to add mind-blowing accessories to his cocky, dark and dominant persona.

He made you turn towards him. "It depends on you, Giggles. We'll try. Baby steps. See where this goes."

Your brain short-circuited. Being tied up, begging, at his mercy. Could you handle it?

Hell, yes.

"Hobi, please." You begged, your hand wandering again around his thighs and lap.

"Do you wanna try that, Giggles? Your wrist tied to the bedpost, blindfolded, all mine to explore?" He described, almost too detailed.

"Please, Hobi." You begged again.

"I said, do you want it, little bird? Answer me." He inquired, his voice strict and commanding.

"Yes, Hoseok, please." You replied, whining, your hand already trying to cup his balls through his shorts as you turned to face him fully, moving the laptop out of the way.

However, he grabbed your wrist.

"I want you too, ____, but I just want you to see another couple things. I promise it won't take long, baby." He couldn't stand to see you pout, see you furrow your brow as he denied you, even for the smallest instant. "I'll pick the set for you, yeah?"

You nodded, pressing yourself into him as he selected his item of choice and added it to the cart. "There we go, sweet thing. Now let's check if you like these."

Confidently and quickly he went through a series of links and clicks, the page opening on a series of object that were halfway between cute and intimidating.

The intimidating part was the dark colours and the leather. Leather everywhere. And the thin sticks. Riding crops and canes. Fuck. “Not these, yet. But I though that maybe my little bird would like feathers, uh? Are you ticklish, Giggles?”

You squirmed in yout seat. You nodded.

“Yes or no, Giggles?”

“Yes, Hoseok.” You moaned.

“Then look at this one. It’s called Birdie. Don’t you find it fitting, little bird?” He said, his attitude almost torturing.

“Will you use that with the blindfold?” You asked, kissing his jaw, then the underside of it, biting and sucking until a slight blush turned into a light bruise.

“Are you marking me, Giggles?”

You moaned, ignoring his question and moving your lips downwards, at the base of his neck.

“Naughty girl.” He teased, chuckling. “I would use it with a blindfold, yes. Until you get too impatient to stay still — because I know you would — and I get to tie you up and make you cry for me.” His fingers gripped your soft waist, kneading it hard and quick, making you jolt and detach from his neck, bending with a squeal in a fit of laughter.

His smug smirk looked truly sadistic as he tortured you. “Does this turn you on, ____. Is this what you like, little bird. Dammit, those giggles. It gets me so turned on to see you happy and squealing, baby.” He said, his dirty words making wetness pool between your legs.

“Hobi, stop.” You managed to whine in between two attacks. “Please.”

“That’s my good girl, so well-mannered.” He said, stopping. “Sit still, baby. I need to show ou another thing.”

And with that he inserted a name in the shop search bar, the page immediately opening on one product.

You shivered.

“I promise I’ll make you feel so good with it, Giggles. I will be the fucking best.” He pleaded. “I’ll take it easy and learn for you.” He kissed the side of your face.

Could you do that for him?

Yes, you would.

“Yes.” You said, trusting him blindly. That was the moment you knew.

You were falling for this man.

You would never let anyone with something like that in a ten foot radius from you.

But you would let Hoseok. Maybe you would even want him to.

“Will you let me, ____?” He asked, just to be sure.

“Yes.” You repeated, looking him in the eye.

And just like that he added the flogger to the cart.

“Turn around, Giggles. Open that pretty mouth for me.” He said, now finally satisfied with his selected items.

You turned, looking up at him as you settled your face between his legs, brushing your nose and lips against his crotch.

He dipped his hand under the waistband, offering himself to you. “Easy, tiger.” He said, teasing the seam of your lips with the tip, smearing precum over them. “Open up and keep it there. No fancy business.”

You opened your mouth and nodded, trying to show him obedience through your reverent stare.

He grabbed his shaft and pushed the velvet head of his cock in your mouth.

As soon as you felt the taste of him you began moaning, salivating enough that your tongue started massaging him gently.

“No fancy business, ____.” He reminded you, this time as a warning.

You completely zoned out, focusing only on staying put and breathing through your nose. He filled your mouth perfectly, and was so still that you could feel his heartbeat on your tongue.

In the meantime he kept clicking on the touchpad, adding an impermeable blanket that you could use when getting messy, something he was thinking about when you mentioned your squirting cons.

Typing on your computer, he added the final details to the shipment, using his incognito name and credit card to make sure nobody would identify him as the buyer. That’s where seven years of a successful career and worldwide fame led him.

He tried not to think about it, focusing only on the surprised face you will make when you open up your giftbox together. As soon as “order confirmed” appeared he smashed the laptop closed as delicately as his impatience allowed him, moving the computer on the bedside table.

He looked at you, his cock in your mouth, eyes closed as you used him like a pacifier, perfectly serene and undisturbed. So pretty and peaceful. It was almost a shame to disturb you.

Opening his legs wider, he inadvertently gave a small thrust, making you open your eyes. He put his hands on your cheeks, caressing your cheekbones with his thumbs and carding your hair with his fingers.

He adores you.

Looking at him, confused, you parted from him, your mouth now free to speak.

“What about the laptop? Did you save it for later?” You asked, your brain too focused on not fucking him to put two and two together.

“Easy. I bought them all.” He said, matter of factly.

“You— what?” It must have been expensive. You knew it.

“I got money, might as well enjoy it.” He shrugged. “I’ve had more pricey carts, don’t worry.”

You frowned.

“I said don’t worry. Say thank you and be good, Giggles.”

This man will end you. Might as well show him how grateful you were.

Opening your mouth, you grabbed his dick, licking him up from base to tip, pushing it against your lower lip as you pouted: “Thank you, Hobi.”

“You’re wel— fuck.” He groaned as you swallowed him whole.

“Fuck, Giggles. I had promised you one week of oral when you came back.” He said, panting, throwing his head back with a loud thump against the bedpost.

Bobbing your head a couple times, you made sure he was a brainless mess before you released him with a loud pop. “You can start from tomorrow morning.”

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jingabitch · 5 years ago

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Hey! I loved fucked up sm! I'd love a little fic based on it perhaps building on when the reader wanted to go and meet her friends? Love you! ♡

You are so sweet, thank you for this ask!! I hope this is what you were looking for. :)

Word count: 1309

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“Hyung -”

It isn’t uncommon to hear that word around the halls of the BigHit studios, and it would be a stretch to say that the whiny inflection imbuing it this time is rare too.

This problem, though, is new. It’s only been about six weeks since you came to live at their apartment, and you’re all still trying to figure each other out.

Which leads to issues like this. Half an hour ago your friends texted you asking if you wanted to go out tonight, and you’d eagerly accepted. Five minutes ago, after all the details were ironed out, you messaged the group chat letting the boys know that you had plans for the evening.

Ten seconds ago, the first of the boys had opened your text. Which led to the entire maknae line now charging down the hall into Namjoon’s studio in a panic, almost falling to the ground when they burst into the room.

“Hyung, you have to -”

“She wants to leave -”

Taehyung and Jimin start yelling at the same time, and Jeongguk, so upset, just clutches his phone and trembles in his agitation.

Namjoon is used to this, to mediating whatever silly conflict the younger boys have found themselves in this time, and turns around calmly. He hasn’t read the group chat - he usually forgets to, actually, when he’s working on his music - and doesn’t know what the boys are so upset about.

A quirk of his eyebrow is enough to let Jimin and Taehyung know that they should shut up, because he can’t hear anything while they’re yelling over each other like that. When they subside, chastised, he nods in approval.

“Jeongguk-ah, what happened?” he asks the youngest, so upset he looks like he’s already near tears.

“Hyung, she wants to go drinking tonight,” Jeongguk wails.

Namjoon frowns. This is a problem.

An emergency team meeting later, they’ve hatched a plan to keep you at home tonight. None of them want to tell you that there are hard and fast rules, like that you can’t go out, it’s just that they worry for you. Yoongi especially is upset that you still want to go out with those friends, the same ones who abandoned you that night. Sure, he’s grateful for them - he doesn’t know that he would have dared to make contact with you otherwise - but he knows that there’s no way they care about you as much as the boys do.

No one could.

So they decide to leave the studios early today, swinging by your favourite restaurant to pick up some jjajangmyeon and that kelp side dish that you love so much for some reason. You’re sitting on the couch in your pajamas, Yoongi’s t-shirt and a pair of borderline indecent pajama shorts, watching Netflix on their giant, top-of-the-line television when they enter the apartment, calling for you.

“Oh, you’re home early,” you exclaim excitedly as you all but fly towards them, eagerly accepting the hugs and kisses that all of them seem keen to smother you with. Yoongi especially is needy today, backing you up against the wall as he kisses you deeply, his hands running over your body and palming your ass as he lifts you up to grind against you, and you choke on a moan when you feel that he’s already hard.

“O- oppa, stop,” you giggle as you squirm away from his touch. “Not in front of everyone.”

He frowns as he nuzzles aggressively into your neck. “And why not?” he asks. “It’s nothing they haven’t seen before,” he justifies, sliding his hands under your shirt to grope at your breasts possessively.

You don’t really have an answer to that, so you just let him gnaw at your neck while you turn to face the others, flushing at the lewd smirks Jimin and Taehyung send your way.

“We brought you lunch, love,” Seokjin explains, holding up the bag of food. Well, one of them, anyway. The maknaes are struggling with the rest of it. Lunch for eight people isn’t easy to carry.

“Ooh, did you get that from the place I like?”

“Of course, jagi,” Hoseok assures you, leaning in to kiss you softly.

They spend the rest of the afternoon with you, even Namjoon, who tends, more often than not, to coop himself up in his home studio until you go to fetch him or bring him food. You’re so lost in the contentment that you feel that you don’t even notice time passing until it’s dark. Fumbling for your phone, you gasp when you see what time it is.

“Oops, I gotta get ready,” you chirp as you rise from Yoongi’s bed, where you’d been in a puppy pile with the boys for the past few hours. Before you can wriggle your way to the edge of the mattress, though, Jeongguk grabs your wrist. You look at his hand on you, then up at him questioningly.

“Noona, just a little longer, please?” he begs, giving you those big sad eyes that you’re a hopeless sucker for. You really do have to go, though, or you’ll be late.

When you tell him as much, his pouty expression intensifies and you find yourself crawling back to your previous spot, wrapping your arms around him and holding him close. “Five more minutes, okay?” you offer, and he nods into your chest, grateful for your soft, pretty breasts that hide his smirk from your view.

“Tell us about these friends, love,” Namjoon invites, so you do. Halfway, though, Yoongi interjects, “Don’t forget about how mean they were to you before.”

“They weren’t mean,” you protest, already coming to their defense, but it’s too late.

“What did they do.” It’s not a question, and you can hear how mad Hoseok is at just the thought that someone was mean to you. You find his intensity a little intimidating at times, but you like it all the same. Who could object to someone taking their wellbeing so incredibly seriously?

Yoongi answers for you. “They cancelled on her last minute. Poor baby was already prepared to go out, too. You looked so pretty that night, love, wish I could have fucked you then,” he murmurs the last part into your ear as he presses his hips against your ass.

“Oh, sweetie, are you sure you want to go out with them? It seems like they don’t really like you, they’re just using you,” Namjoon says, reaching over to trail his hand over your hair.

“No, I don’t think so,” you protest. “They’re my friends, they wouldn’t -”

“Didn’t they only ask you this morning if you were free? That’s not something friends do, sweetie. It means they think you’re such a loser, just sitting around waiting for them to call.”

“But -” This time, the protest comes a little more slowly, slightly more hesitant.

“Baby, you really shouldn’t hang out with toxic people like that,” Seokjin interjects, a worried frown creasing his brow. You reach over and smooth it out so he won’t get wrinkles.

Feeling unsure of yourself and your friendships now, you look down, seeing Jeongguk looking up at you. “Noona, please stay? We’ll be worried if you’re out with such people,” he says with a pout.

“I -” There’s something about this that feels a little off, but you can’t quite figure it out. Seeing your doubtful expression, though, Namjoon nods at Yoongi, giving him the signal to start trailing soft, wet kisses down your neck in just the way you like it, distracting you from thinking too hard about it.

“Stay home with us, jagiya,” Taehyung suggests, reaching over Jeongguk to kiss you, and you feel Jeongguk’s fingers trailing up your thigh, flirting with the hem of your shorts.

Biting your lip, you give in. “Okay.”

Lost in a haze of pleasure and love, you don’t see the triumphant expressions they exchange.

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cartooness · 5 years ago

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Bby Lav AU

OKAY SO

ME AND MY LOVE @thefearanddespair CAME UP WITH THIS AU LIKE 2 WEEKS AGO AND I JUST REALIZED I NEVER TRULY POSTED IT SO HERE IT IS. WARNING IT’S HELLA LONG.

PINK HOLY SHIT

WHAT IF EVERYONE FOUND LAV AS A TODDLER

INSTEAD OF BEING 14, SHE'S 4

EVERYTHING IS THE SAME EXCEPT SHE'S 10 YEARS YOUNGER

AS WELL AS ALL THE FRIENDS

DECAN SINGS LULLABIES

SHE IS ALWAYS HOLDING SOMEONE'S HAND

PIGTAILS

“The moon sings me to sleep every night”

“The MOON?”

“Yeah! He’s very nice, I love Moon uncle”

Lav to a friend as a 4yr old bby

And she makes friends with mason when they're 7!!

Super childhood friends to lovers

Y E S

And she's always sleeping in someone's room. She doesn't like being alone

There is always a child's blankey in all the rooms for whenever she wants to sleep with someone

Someone- Oh can I schedule an appointment on this day?

Hadley- Oh I'm so sorry but that day is taken. I can put you for... a week from now?

Someone- Alright.

Hadley was actually just rocking lav to sleep.

SO CUUUTE

UMBRELLA DAD. THEY'RE TRUE DADS NOW. ALL OF THEM.

LAV IS STILL POWERFUL AF

Father’s Day is a BITCH for her lmao

Ok so she's at like Vivi's house or apartment whatever, and she drops her off at HQ, and there's a giant roll of easel paper, taller than bby lav, with all her dad's on there

AND THEY'RE TRYING NOT TO CRY

Or failing in Decan’s case.

Bby Lav gets a hold of Hadley’s umbrella wand.

Hijinks ensue.

>:)))))))))

ÒwÓ

Otto has to literally YEET Hadley into the fucking sky to grab her, grab the wand, and float safely to the ground again.

LMAOOOO

Hadders- Othello. Throw me.

Otto- Um??

Hadders- JUST DO IT

And then they’re floating down, and Hadley’s cradling the Bby in one arm, holding his umbrella up with the other.

Like Eclipsa with Meteora lmao

Y E S. I M LOVE

If Lav can ever teleport, she and Decan could do the thing Glimmer and Angella do in that last episode of season 3.

You know, the teleport and catch thing.

SHE CAN. SHE CAN TELEPORT

Decan flying after her and catching her and all that in his winged form. Or even Otto doing that!

Y E S

Hadley is subsequently freaking the fuck out on the ground.

PLAYTIME WITH FUN PAPAS

WITH WORRIED MOM

“PUT HER DOOOOOWWWWWN!”

Otto proceeds to blow him a rather Loud raspberry lmao

AND LAV GIGGLING LIKE CRAZY, "AGAIN, AGAIN!!!"

Otto- you heard the little lady!! Again!

Hadley: “ARE YOU ACTUALLY JOKING ME???”

And Otto blows another raspberry. And makes a rather crude joke.

And Hadley is jusT O F F E ND

LAV IS A VERY ACTIVE BABY

THEY'RE ALWAYS CHASING HER THROUGH THE HOUSE OR AT PARKS AND STUFF.

HER KITTY EYES ARE MORE IRRESISTIBLE THAN BEFORE.

SHE STILL HAS BEANS AND PURRING

Hadley: *Bitching at Otto*

Otto: “PBBPPBRBTBRBRPT!! Jeeez, Hadley, all that hot air you’re blowin’ is contagious, crack a window wont’cha?”

Hadley: *Pterodactyl screeching*

LMAOOOOO

Hadders- BUT MY BABY DOWN BEFORE I BEAT YOUR BUTT!!

Decan- MAKE US.

Otto- SHE'S OUR BABY TOO, YA KNOW!

Meanwhile Lav is enjoying the silly stuff her papas are fighting over and is thrilled of being tossed around. XD

Decan’s just laughing and twirling and stuff. He’s all just “It’s fiiiiiine!”

:OOOOOO

LAV IN KINDERGARTEN SHOWING ALL THE KIDS HER BIG ASS EXTENDED FAMILY.

Lav’s presence just screams ‘Gay Rights’ to all the other little kids.

Even if not all of the parents agree.....

They get told off

Lav- And this is all my papas!! They all love each other very much.

The teacher- Lavender, sweetie, did you say that your "papas" all.... love each other?

Lav- Yeah!! Daniel and Cecil love each other. Decan and Otto love each other. Lewis, Vivi, and Arthur love each other. Merlin and Quentin love each other. And Percy and Hadley don't have love yet.

The teacher- *grimace*

Some kid- You're dad's are all *insert slur here*!!!

Lav- Stop, that's mean!!

Some kid- No it's not, it's true!!

And he gets shoved out if his desk.

And poor bby lav comes crying when they pick her up, explaining how all the kids made fun of her and her family.

Hadley then calls in to the office when he picks her up from school that day.

He has a few words XD

A few.....very polite, very CHOICE words.

And then he’s like to Lavender.

“Now, I’m not one to spoil children, but I do believe that an ice cream....or two....is warranted at a time like this.”

And that means a lot when HADLEY’S the one doing the treating. The responsible, rule-driven and sometimes strict parent.

YES BIG LOVE.

“Just....don’t tell anyone else. They’ll have me strung upon a wall, or....thrown in the stocks.”

Very old fashioned boi lmao

Lav, a good girl, - Okay Papa Hadley!

And she proceeds to eat two scoops of peaches and cream ice cream.

Adorable.

I know!!

AND COULD YOU IMAGINE? BABY MASON?

They're in the same first grade class and they're table buddies!!!

They probably have play dates all the time!!

AND SHE MAKES HIM THINGS OUT OF MAGIC SOMETIMES

7 year old Lav- Mason, Mason!!! Look what I can do!! *makes a pinecone out of magic*

7 year old Mason- :OOO THAT'S SO COOL LAV!!!!

This is way too fucking cute, I can’t.

Mason, showing his pinecone to Kyle, then Nicole, - NICKY, LOOK WHAT LAV MADE ME!!!!

Pre Transition Kyle- Woah! That's so cool!!!

Mason - I'm gonna keep it in my box of special things, where it'll be safe!!!

BBY LAV PLAYING WITH OTTO AND DECAN’S NON-HUMAN PARTS?

Pointy ears, Tails, Wings, Dec’s Horns, Otto’s Fangs

YES YES YES SHE WOULD

“Woooow! You’ve got weally big teeth, Papa Otto!”

“You have vewwy pwetty wings Papa Decan!”

And they’re just....melting.

I'M LOVE I'M LOVE

OR PLAYING WITH DANIEL AND CECIL HAIR. OR ANYONE'S HAIR IN GENERAL

Hadley’s super long and thicc hair lmao

Y E S

One day, Hadley's hair is just. Covered in hair accessories.

And lav says to keep them in all day. And so he does.

And it takes like half an hour to take all of them out lmaooo

WHEN OTTO COMES HOME FROM LIKE TRAINING OR SOMETHING AND HE'S ALL BEAT UP, LAV AND DECAN CLEAN UP HIS WOUNDS, BUT LAV PUTS LIKE PRINCESS BAND AIDS ON ALL THE SCRATCHES AND STUFF.

Someone- Why do you have... girly band aids all over you?

Otto- the doctor said I had to keep these on and if I take them off I will die.

He’s sitting in a chair, like, grumbling as Cecil and Daniel have to take them out.

ALSO ABSOLUTELY HE WOULD DO THAT!

Big Masculine Buff Man.

Princess Bandaids. And they’re, like, his pride and joy.

Awwww!!

Best part of getting beat up. Lav gives him the Princess bandaids. He says they make him look badass.

Proud Papa.

Cecil’s a fashion designer.

Bby fashion.

:OOOOOOOOOOOO

I D E A S

YOU KNOW HOW LAV LIKES TO BE COMFY? SHE PROBABLY HAS A BUNCH OF CUTE SWEATERS THAT SHE WEARS ALL THE TIME

ALL HER DADS LOVE HER TO BITS AND YOU WILL DIE IF YOU MESS WITH THEIR SHARED BABY GIRL

OMG. PARENT TEACHER CONFERENCE THINGS.

GASP. LAV LEARNING ABOUT THE LGBT COMMUNITY. SHE'S 4 INSTEAD OF 14 WHEN SHE LEARNS.

Also YES all of that is über wholesome

Otto goes and when people are, like, homophobic or whatever, he sorta lounges back, feet on the table, and does his sorta ‘Blow-Raspberry-Fart-Jokes’ routine that he loves so much at all the other people and they’d be like ‘Honestly this is an grown-up affair, why don’t you act your age you disgusting slob of a man’ and he’s just like ‘Really? Then why don’t y’all stop acting like a bunch of whiny children, whining about the 21st century? Then maybe I’ll treat y’all like adults and this meeting like something important. (Otto is the king of Fart Jokes lmao. He’s a big old child.

And terribly dad-like like that. It’s just one of the truths about him.)

OMG IMAGINE MASONDER

Okay so, they're both like, 12 I guess, and it's Lavender's birthday, and Mason gives her like, a really cute stuffed animal, and she Instantly Loves, and she gives him a big hug and a peck on the face.

Cue awkward silence

Everyone sees.YES EXACTLY

Big old moment.

Baby’s First Kiss

Mason, not knowing what to do, just returns the favor.

And Lav is almost about to DIE FROM HER MASSIVE BLUSHING. Mason's fucking. Avoiding all eye contact with everyone, and it's a very uncomfortable silence.

And finally Lav breaks the silence by grabbing his face and kissing him.

EVERYONE IS LOSING THEIR SHIT

Hadley, in the back of the room,

"IS THIS ALLOWED!?!?!? IS THIS ALLOWED!?!?!?

Emotional Moment.

And the supposedly steel-hearted Hadley finally breaks down crying. All that internal emotion becomes external emotion.

(And his makeup gets smudged, and it’s all crazy and emotional.)

Otto fucking SCOOPS Lavender up into his big, hairy arms and hugs her. All “HELL YEAH GIRL! How’d it feel!? What was it like?! I know he’s not as good a kisser as D-EEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAKKKK-an, but STILL!” He had that emotional bat-screech moment.

And Decan’s just a blubbering mess. All proud Daddy style. They grow up so fast and all that.

Mason- ARE YOU ALL OKAY?!?! AM I IN TROUBLE?!?!

Vivi just cheers. Mama Bear style.

And Lewis is all

"I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU HURT HER IN ANYWAY I WILL BREAK YOU: Mason, scared,- Y-yes sir. I'll um, I'll be good, I promise.

Hadley’s like that too. But a lot less overt.

And a lot more shadow-over-the-face serious.

He pulls Mason aside for Tea, and has a full on discussion with him over it. Making for DAMN sure he knows what he’s getting into, and making damn sure that Mason has no intention of in any way fucking around and breaking her heart.

Mason, at the end of it all,- Yes, sir, I understand. Am I free to go?

Hadley - Yes. But remember, I'm always watching. *does that I've got my eyes on you tea sip thing*

And he IS!

The following week, Hadley pulls aside Lav and asks all about her and Mason. Plot twist is that he KNOWS. And is testing to see whether or not she reproduces what he’s already seen. To test wether or not she’s lying. And if she IS, Mason told her to lie and he’s bricked.

He’s terribly cunning like that.

The following week, Hadley pulls aside Lav and asks all about her and Mason.

Lav- Aw, I'm glad you asked! He's so cute, that Button. Anyway, we've been eating lunch together and we shared a cookie, um, we held hands a lot, what else, um, please don't be um, mad, but, um, we kinda..... fell asleep together while you were at work.

Hadders- Oh I know.

Lav- What?

Hadley: Lavender, Darling, you should know by now. I make it my business to know everything. The surname ‘Trivia’ doesn’t come for free.

He could easily pull an Eclipsa and cast some sort of All-Seeing-Eye.

Hadley doesn’t see limits when he’s protecting someone. He’s willing to go as far as it takes.

Lav- Are you mad at me? I mean, we weren't doing anything, like, BAD, but still, if you don't want us to do that we'll stop.

H: On the contrary! I’m very happy with you. You passed the test.

I was watching you both. The whole time. And I wanted to be sure that he hadn’t convinced you to lie to me if you were asked. Or, heaven forbid, you lie on your own will. And you didn’t lie at all!

Lav- Oh. Uh, cool! I guess! Also, he is a very good cuddle partner. Just thought I'd say that. Also his hair is really soft and it's fun to play with. And- *proceeds to ramble on about Mason lol*

Hadley then just sorta sits down and conjures some coffee for himself.

She's in love, Hadley!!!! Yep lol

And Ashley, on the other hand, is listening to a very happy mason go on about Lavender and it's adorable. He announced to Kyle (he had just transitioned) over the house phone about his new relationship with Lav and Kyle's so happy for him and, of course, teases a bit, but asks for all the details.

They're Those (tm) friends who love info dumping about things they're passionate about.

Omg, imagine Lav going on and on about Mason to Decan and Otto. They’re just sorta babbling with her. Otto TRIES to give relationship advice but he’s just.... Terrible, it’s terrible advice lmao. He’s just trying.

And Decan’s laughing his li’l head off.

Decan, fanboying,- Oh my goodness, Peaches!! You guys are so CUTE!!!!! When's the wedding~~~

Lav- DECAN!!!!!! Ò//////Ó

Decan - I'M JOKING. *mostly anyway, they still get married after college graduation*

O: “K, you gotta try and outsmart him into letting you kill him! But you’ll find as you go that you’re actually falling for him and he’s falling for you too and it goes from there! And you can win him over with pick-up lines or fart jokes or by rapping for him as he sings along and I got notebooks for that sorta stuff if ya-“

D: *While laughing* “Otto, darling, c’mmoooooonnn! That advice sucks, not everybody falls for that crude humour and personality like I did, you know!”

O: “Psh! Oh yeah! Watch her try it and watch it work like a charm!”

D: “Oh yes, a charm, indeed.~ If your ‘embrace your inner animal’ way works then naturally my way would happen next, wouldn’t it? Soften you to mush and then claim that mush as mine.”

O: “Oh, ya li’l SCAMP! GET IN HERE!”

*Otto then proceeds to pull Decan in and noogie him between his horns as he laughs and kicks.*

OMG THAT'S SO CUTE

Lav- Uhhhhh. I think I'll just. Go with the flow and maybe I'll try and kiss him again on Friday. Might bring a flavored lip gloss with me that day....

Decan- OOOH, SOMEONE HAS PLANS!!!!

Lav- DECAN, PLEASE!!!! ÒÒ///////ÓÓ

~~Otto got REALLY lucky finding someone as naturalist and oblivious to human sociality as Decan, let’s be honest, if ‘inner-beast’ crudeness and rude-fraternity-boy charm is his play style lmao~~

O: “Decan, we’re gonna be there and we’re gonna bring the MP3.”

D: “Love-songs, Yes? Can do.”

O: “Warm up those vocal chords!”

D: “Only if you warm up yours.”

O: “We’re gonna give them the best ambience EVER!”

D: “Historical. It shall be written down and carried down till the end of time!”

O: “HELL YEAH! VÁMONOS!”

Lav- uh, you don't have to do that, it'll be like. Maybe after school? In the courtyard?

They’re, like, playfully pouty like ‘Fiiiiiiiiiiiine.’ But really they’re just happy for her.

God, Otto and Percy are, like, the disaster parents for Lav. Especially for Bby lav.

Otto, especially, would absolutely ADORE Lav. I can’t speak entirely for Percy but I feel like they’d love her a whole bunch, but god, Otto absolutely adores Lavender.

AWWWWW

Big, buff, tuff, ill-mannered-gentleman Vamp Dad and his li’l goddess.

OMG HOLY FUCK NUGGETS YOU KNOW THAT THING? WHERE IT'S TWO ADULTS AND ONE BBY IN THE MIDDLE? DECAN, LAV, AND OTTO. Y E S. OR WITH ANY COUPLE ACTUALLY. AND THEN THEY SWING BBY LAV OVER LIKE CURBS AND STUFF AND AHHHH I'M SOMFT. SO CUUUTE!!!! OOH IN THIS AU, MASON AND LAV ARE STILL HELLA CUDDLY AND SNUGGLY. Gonna stop doing all caps lol. Anyway, masonder happens a bit earlier, but they've been friends for like 5 years at the time they are a Thing, so yeah haha. They are THE cutest thing ever. Always holding hands, face holding, sharing food, small pecks on the face, all that cute stuff uwu. They're in 7th grade btw. Both 12. They're relationship is steady and lasts all throughout middle school and high school. (Yes. They are the DEFINITION of an "Endgame Ship.") And then after they do the whole college thing, they tie the knot, have a baby, and live happily ever after uwu. :P

( This next bit is from a comic I did lol)

QUENTIN GAVE HER THE KNIFE

Otto: “LAV, YOU CAN’T HAVE A KNIFE!!!

Have a crossbow, it’s much more powerful.” “Just don’t go staking papa Otto through the chest, now! It’s bad for me!”

Lav- Oh cool! What about a sword! I'll be careful, I promise! And Hadley’s losing his mind lol Decan: *Does the moon butterfly magic sword thing*

“Here you are!” Bby Lav-

>:OOOOOOOO I'M GONNA KILL HOMOPHOBIC PEOPLE!!!

Hadley- Lav, honey, that's illegal.

Lav- But Mx. Percy does illegal stuff all the time!! Hadley: *Scoops Lavender up and Mary-Poppins flies the fuck out* YES

And that's what we came up with lmao

#mystery skulls #mystery skulls animated #bby!lav au #lavender grey

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staliasjeronica · 6 years ago

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Riverdale 3.10 Thoughts *Spoilers*

- Jughead deadass tried to make us think that Archie was dead when we knew for a FACT that he wasn’t. What a dick lol

- FRED SEEING ARCHIE AGAIN. MY HEART.

- So… it took you being attacked by a fucking bear… to realize that you should have come home/stayed home because Hiram is a crazy, whiny ass piss baby? You literally lost your girlfriend for that but great job you’re the last one to know baby

- VERONICA SEEING ARCHIE AWWWW MY POOR BABIES

- The fact that Archie thinks that he wouldn’t get recognized without red hair… lmao dude sometimes, somehow, red hair looks like brown (some variations of it, anyways, I’ve noticed) so your “disguise” is shit but we still love you baby

- Why would Archie think that Veronica would never want to talk to him? Just because he broke her heart doesn’t mean she doesn’t still care for him, or a part of her loves him. Probably this “new, darker” Archie that no one wanted. Literally the writers need to leave Archie alone he’s so precious and innocent and that’s why we loved him! Hopefully when we slowly get him back to normal he can bring Betty with him and make her realize what she needs in her life/love life and finally the show can rise to a slightly better show.

- I don’t like that Varchie have sex because of Reggie but for everyone hating on her… fuck OFF man she’s currently SINGLE so she can fuck who she wants… I just feel bad for Reggie bc my poor boy is going to have to watch Veronica make this hard decision of who she wants to be with and ultimately it may hurt him. And I don’t want that. But I don’t write the show so yanno what the fuck can I do?

- He got a root beer float so signify that he’s not the same Archie anymore (I’m guessing) uhhh alright sure

- “New vacant look in your eyes…” Jesus fucking Christ Jughead can you ever be considerate, like, ever? At least Betty is showing she truly cares about her future husband (because we KNOW they are endgame okay we KNOW THIS)

- SO NOW THAT HE’S GONE THE SERPENTS ARE HELPING HIM? DUDE IF YOU WOULD HAVE SUGGESTED SERPENT PROTECTION BEFORE HE WOULD NEVER HAVE HAD TO LEAVE. I mean sure we needed to see a change to dark Archie (why the fuck was it a bear attack that did it though? A dream would have simply sufficed but sure) but wow you guys are horrible at plans if you come up with them wayyyyy too late

- I’m still mad at Jughead for sending Fangs deep undercover and risking his life to get his spot in the Serpents back. It’s clear that Jugrat has wanted to find someone to send in, but was too much of a whiny piss baby to ask, so he waited until he could pretty much blackmail/emotionally manipulate one of the Serpents and so he chose Fangs. (Also he did Choni wrong and Jugrat is dead to me until he finds some sense and ultimately ends up with Veronica)

- Can’t wait to see how much chemistry Archie and Betty have that Betty and Jugrat don’t

- I hate Betty but I feel bad for her about what her mom did. She’s so fucking mind washed and it hurts because the Alice we all know and love would NEVER do this shit.

- DADS OF RIVERDALE COMING TO INTIMIDATE HIRAM YES BITCH!!! FRED SAYING HE’D KILL HIRAM YES BITCH FP JONES NOT TAKING CONTROL/TAKING OVER FRED’S MOMENT YES BITCH

- Archie has to repeat Junior year? I mean it makes sense but I know the fear of not being able to graduate with friends… god lEAVE ARCHIE ALONE DAMMIT HE’S BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH

- REGGIE’S BIG ASS HAPPY ASS SMILE WHEN HE’S WALKING TOWARDS VERONICA I’M— HE’S SO FUCKING IN LOVE WITH HER MY HEART!!! He cares so much, she didn’t text him (because she was with Archie 😬😬😬) BUT HER PUSHING HIM AWAY MAKES ME SAD. I mean I know WHY it just HURTS

- “I get it, Archie’s back. Enough said” REGGIE FUCKING GULPED DOWN HIS EMOTIONS I’M SO SAD HE DESERVES THE WORLD.

- But also realizing that Reggie and Veronica were openly affectionate at school means that Betty and Jughead know? And they DIDN’T rat on her to Archie the second he came back? Mmhm ooc but thank GOD

- Oh yeah deadass forgot “Claudius” was a thing like he hasn’t been here for fucking years lmao

- See, this Hiram, the forceful “this is not a request” Hiram would have been a MUCH better villain than “I’m torturing this boy just for kicks” but wbk the Riverdale writers are on crack and can’t see/make a good storyline.

- We know FP becomes Sheriff which I guess will be good against Hiram and for the Serpent’s CRIMINAL ACTIVITY (fuck you Jugrat for not knowing how a GANG works you fucking idiot) but let me ask this… why the flying fuck aren’t they just giving SHERIFF Keller his job back? Like we know he knows how to be a fucking Sheriff so why are they going through the trouble of finding another one? Like what the fuck guys it’s NOT THAT HARD

- I wanted BARCHIE to study but BARCHIE AND JUGHEAD but I guess I’ll take what I can get

- FANGS MY BABY BOY. Thank God Barchie can be alone ❤️❤️❤️

- So because I don’t care about spoilers I already know who the Gargoyle King is (which I’ll rant about when it gets to that point) BUT IF HE KNOWS FANGS WHY DOES HE TRY TO FUCKING RECUIT HIM INTO HIS INNER CIRCLE LMAO *ps my baby Fangs looks so scared! If Jughead fucks this up and gets Fangs hurt I’m sacrificing him to Hiram myself

- “There he is” BITCH YOU CAN’T TELL ME BETTY IS SO FUCKING IN LOVE WITH ARCHIE LIKE WE NEVER SEE HIS THIS TRULY HAPPY!!!

- AWWW A WELCOME HOME/STUDY PARTY. Poor Reggie having to hear Veronica call him lover… but the angst… I’m here for it

- VERONICA SINGING IN SPANISH BITCHHH FUCK ME UP SHE SOUNDS SO FUCKING GOOD! But being able to see Reggie behind Archie reacting to Varchie is so angsty and incredible

- Archie having an anxiety attack my poor child LEAVE HIM ALONE JESUS CHRIST WRITERS

- See, this mind game shit that Hal does to Betty is where they should have gone. I mean, only that not the sudden ass black hood shit. THIS is a good villain. But they ruined it before it even began.

- Both Veronica and Reggie have a point. He’s different, but Reggie sweetie you gotta realize that he’s going through a tough time right now? I just know the writers are going to manage to fuck this up. God can’t they do ANYTHING right

- “You got some pretty big coconuts” ummmm what the fuck I didn’t realize Reggie was Cheryl… But again having Reggie get mad at Archie for having an anxiety attack is ooc and NOT THE FUCK IT Literally it pisses me the fuck off that they’re doing this to Reggie like sure he can be jealous but this is over the top and NOT IT THANK YOU NEXT

- “Hiram… no.” BITCH YES HERMIONE! Also I didn’t realize she had to appoint a sheriff but that still doesn’t answer my question as to WHY NOT SHERIFF KELLER? But the fact that she chooses FP is such a fucking “fuck you” to his Lodge saying last episode that I’m not going to search out lol.

- Hal being the OG Gargoyle King… wow… they really can only use characters they can make us hate, huh? But if he killed back then, why was he “normal” up until Betty’s stupid, somehow inspiring speech? IT DOESN’T MAKE SENSE RIVERDALE WRITERS BUT I’M NOT SURPRISED

- Alice comes in every Monday? SHE WOULD NEVER. I mean of course rn she’s not in her right mind but he literally almost killed her? We know Polly was trying to get Alice and Betty to forgive him bc of her time with the Farm but come the fuck on why would Edgar want his “star recruiter and source of money” to visit her killer ex-husband

- I love how Fangs is getting more screen time but it’s scaring me because he’s not Betty or Jughead… and also what about his bEST FRIEND SWEET PEA. But Fangs looks so scared my baby!!! If anything happens to him… well you probably read what I’d do to Jughead

-What kind of fucking twig costume is that lmao and how is he making that weird growling sound (and why)

- SO FP AND JUGHEAD ARE HERE BUT WHAT ABOUT SWEET PEA WE KNOW HE’D BE HERE TO PROTECT HIS BOYFRIEND BEST FRIEND. Also we are NOT allowing another kid to be branded. We just aren’t.

- oh nvm he is here lmaoooo it’s okay I’m good now

- LMAO EVERYONE SCATTERS BUT THEY LEAVE THEIR KING AHAHAHAHA WHAT LOYALTY I’M QUAKING

- So didn’t we LITERALLY see Tall Boy die? I could have swore… or is this some mandella effect kind of shit

- So Jugrat what happened to “no crime” yet you kidnap a man and beat the shit out of him… so if he’s breaking his own rules lets kick him out YES LET’S DO IT But wow Jughead is so weak he can’t handle anyone calling Betty a bitch… even though she is…

- SO JUGHEAD GETS TO PUNCH HIM FOR CALLING BETTY A BITCH, RIGHTFULLY SO, BUT HE STOPS SWANGS FROM GOING OFF FOR KILLING THEIR FRIEND AND MOST DEFINITELY FANGS’ EX BOYFRIEND? Does Jughead deserve rights? let’s not discuss because that’s a BIG FUCKING NO

- REGGIE ON A DATING SITE MY BABYYYYYY he passed by all those girls bc he loves Veronica just saying :)

- First of all… Archie no sweetie you can’t cheat on your SAT’s… and Reggie just fucking spilled the truth oops

- NO JUGHEAD YOU CAN’T SACRIFICE YOUR “BEST FRIEND” but of course it’s going to happen…

- Did Betty just call Penelope “auntie” ummm no. Also Penelope gets screen time but Choni isn’t here to take their SAT’s? That is HoMoPhObIc

- “Are you one of those sickos who fantasize about serial killers?” Betty… your stupid ass does realize you’re basically talking about yourself, right? I mean obviously not in a romantic way that you’re insinuating but that’s still who you are. You and Jughead get your rocks off to serial killers and trying to solve them even though you’re shit at being detectives… but I’m all for going after Penelope so whatever

- Oh jk so it wasn’t Hal… damn my rantings about it are now void thanks Riverdale lol

- It’s funny how Betty never realizes these kinds of things despite how “great” she is at being a detective. She never gets anything until she’s told about it and that’s so fucking annoying. if you’re going to shove Betty (and Bughead) down our throats AT LEAST make her good at it

- “Because I will never be coming back here again” lmao we know Betty is going to come back like next scene lolol but alright

- RONNIE CRYING IN HIS BED MY POOR BABY

- It’s a good thing they didn’t ruin Archie by having him angry at Veronica. By him asking her to stay with him, we been knew that Veronica is one of his weaknesses. ALSO VARCHIE SEX MY BABIES.

- Am I just blind when tf did Archie get that cut above his eyebrow lol. Also he’s literally me taking a test aha

- “Why do you think I sent him instead of going by myself?” BECAUSE YOU’RE A COWARDLY CUNT THAT’S WHY

- Oh poor Hiram got shot… oh no… so sad… But if they think they’re making us believe he’ll die… we’ve literally seen him on set recently so this bitch ass of course will survive. Honestly just kill off who you’re going to kill off already and get it over with. I want to know if it’s worth it to watch the rest of this season!!!

- They’re really going to regress and make Veronica act ooc by thinking that Archie would actually try to kill Hiram… what shit heads. We know he’s going dark and wants Hiram dead but he would never ACTUALLY do it because he cares too much about Veronica. But also I know that’s her father but after everything he’s done why does she care that he got shot? I mean that’s like Betty watching her dad die… she wouldn’t care. But then again Betty is a mean bitch so her heart is darker lol

- SWANGS FREAKING OUT OVER ACCIDENTALLY KILLING TALL BOY AWWWW BABIES! But also does this mean Swangs didn’t take the SAT because Jughead made them babysit Tall Boy? I mean it makes sense bc Tall Boy would escape otherwise but my Serpent babies deserve a chance to get out of Riverdale. I’d want SP to become a doctor and yes slightly bc of his role in Hospital Show

— Imagine Sweet Pea becoming a doctor, and flipping off every person who told him he was just some lowly south side scum, and telling them he made it as a fucking doctor like come on I need this, he needs this

- Jughead doesn’t know what to do mmhmmmm great leaders need to be able to think quickly

- “Fangs sobbing” hey subtitles… STOP

- Fangs says “okay” as if “we’re gonna throw a party” makes absolute sense. What the… fuck? Also I LOVE my boys we know this but they KILL Tall Boy and Jughead’s okay with it but Choni steals an egg from his enemy and he kicks them out like a whiny bitch? Jughead is homophobic and we know he only kicked Choni out bc they could easily take over his Serpent King title lmao what a fucking loser, Jughead

- “Veronica and I broke up” um you broke up awhile ago just bc you had sex doesn’t mean you guys got together again but alright

- So speaking of Archie being on the run and breaking out of jail… why is he able to come back as if that didn’t happen? Wouldn’t they have a warrant out for him?

- SEE BETTY VISITED HER FATHER AGAIN.

- REGGIE COMING IN WITH A “CONGRATS IT’S A BOY” BALLOONS. HE REALLY LOVES HER SO MUCH HE JUST WANTED TO GET HER FLOWERS AND SHIT AND HE WASN’T PAYING ATTENTION I’M—

- Sweet Pea’s “woo” do I need to say more

- So now it’s canon that my boys drink alcohol but I’m definitely going to say it’s only for celebrations and shit okay? okay

- FP why the fuck would you scare them like that? Like, they get arrested for literally nothing and you roll up like a bitch… that was cruel

- Poor Fangs he’s so fucking scared… he can’t even be happy that he’s a part of the Serpents again (but ofc Choni doesn’t? Jughead you’re so fucking—)

- No… no you’re going to make Archie a fucking alcoholic? Really? Fuck Riverdale lives

- “It looks like a cell in here” FRED WHY WOULD YOU POINT THAT OUT TO ME NOW I’M SAD

#Riverdale #Riverdale 3.10 #Riverdale The Stranger #Veronica Lodge #Archie Andrews #Varchie #Betty Cooper #Jughead Jones #anti-Bughead #Sweet Pea #Fangs Fogarty #Swangs #Jeronica #Reggie Mantle #Veggie #Regonica #reggieronnie

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kpoptart216 · 7 years ago

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Taehyung one shot: your baby is sick

A/n: this my first time writing a one shot. Let me know if I should do more of these! I wrote this on my phone so sorry for all the mistakes!!!

Taehyung was over the moon when he found out you were pregnant. His dream of starting a family became true when you said yes to marrying him. And when you told him you were pregnant, he was crying and laughing at the same time.

He knew you would make a great mom since you loved children just as much as he did. In fact, that’s how you two met. He was standing behind you in line at a cafe and in front of you, there was a lady holding her young baby as he cried and cried in her arms. However, the mom didn’t seem to do anything to soothe the baby, and Taehyung honestly just wanted to hold the baby for the poor woman who was juggling one too many things in her hands.

However, once the baby’s eyes landed on you, the baby stopped crying. Taehyung could only see your head bobbing but he was pretty sure you were making some funny faces or something because pretty soon the baby was a giggling mess instead of a crying one. Taehyung could only smile at the sound of the baby’s laughter, and he desperately wanted to see the reason behind the laughter.

When it finally came to your turn in line, Taehyung reached out in front of you to pay for your coffee, surprising you, surprising himself. Surprised because he didn’t think he had it in him and surprised by how beautiful you were. “I want to pay for the beautiful girl over here for getting that baby to laugh!” Taehyung said. The barista couldn’t care less and just took his card as he paid for both drink.

“Uh thanks?” You say, blushing.

“I’m Taehyung, nice to meet you!” He says confidently although his heart was racing.

“I’m y/n” you say, with the most beautiful smile he’s ever seen. And well, the rest was history.

Now almost four years later, Taehyung was married and had a 10 month old baby. He couldn’t be happier. You were the love of his life and his son? He was his world.

Taehyung realized early on that he was the “fun parent” while you were the more strict one. He always pouted when you lectured Taehyung on spoiling his little prince so much. But how could he say no to that baby face??

You knew what you were doing though, Taehyung told himself. You read all the books and blogs out there and well, your maternal instincts were off the charts it seemed.

Taehyung at times felt like you were a lot different from the mom he was expecting you to be. Not that there was anything wrong, but he found sad at times that you were strict with a little 10 month old.

You could tell him no easily, even if he didn’t really understand. And if he cried, you let him. You weren’t going to give into your son just because he was crying for his snack. And yet, no matter how much Taehyung spoiled your baby behind your back, the Little Prince almost always seemed to be a mamas boy.

Taehyung always seemed to make a joke out of it. “Why is my little prince always preferring the Ice Queen when he has his Appa??”. But Taehyung didn’t really understand the weight of his words, and he somehow seemed to miss the slightly sad smile you gave him every time he called you an Ice Queen.

This morning, Taehyung and you had to take your little one to the doctors for a regular checkup. The doctor mentioned before that he would be getting some vaccines and to come prepared. Taehyung didn’t think much of it since your son had got them before, but he failed to notice your anxious mood.

The appointment went smoothly for the most part and both Taehyung and you were elated when the doctor said your baby boy was healthy and growing well. That’s all that mattered to the both of you.

The time for the shot came however and as if the baby could sense it, he didn’t want to leave your arms. Taehyung always held him during his shots before but he didn’t want to leave your arms today and you began panicking, which was odd for Tae.

“Tae take him please” you say for the third time as the doctor prepares the shot.

“Sweety he doesn’t want to come to me. Just hold him and I’ll try to make him laugh, ok? That’s probably best” he says, not really looking at you as he tries his best to make your son laugh. So once again, Taehyung misses your worried expression.

Eventually, the doctor is ready and Taehyung is seated in front of you and your son as he pulls out all the funniest faces he could make. Your son however, was having none of it. The second the doctor had injected him, your son began wailing. Taehyung tries to distract the baby as much as possible and by chance, he finally seems to see your face.

You lips were quivering and your eyes were slightly watery as you tried to breathe in and out in a steady manner. Taehyung had never seen you this nervous, but he couldn’t really think much of it as your son was still crying and flailing around in your arms. The doctor quickly puts a cute alien bandaid on your son and you immediately turn him around and hug him as if your life depended on it.

Taehyung finishes talking to the doctor and misses the tears that fall from your eyes as your son doesn’t seem to calm down no matter what you do.

You suddenly stand up, telling both your husband the doctor that you were going to take him out for a little and they both obliged.

Taehyung stayed behind to finish talking to the doctor.

“Now, there’s a chance he might get a fever because of this shot, ok? Not every child gets it, but a lot do, so just keep an eye on him throughout the night ok? I’ve prescribed some medications in case he does get a fever” the doctor explains.

“Thank you. My prince is strong though, he will be fine” Taehyung jokes.

“That might be true” the doctor chuckles. “But still, just keep an eye on him. Your wife seemed a little worried about him too. Is she ok?” The doctor asked.

“Oh she’s fine. She’s the strict one out of the two of us! I don’t know how she manages to deny him of his snacks sometimes, you know? I always sneak him a few, which is why he’s probably at the 89% for weight” Taehyung jokes again.

The doctor only smiles, her smile not as big as usual. “That might be true, but she seemed so upset earlier. I don’t know if you noticed. And trust me, I see a lot of moms line that. But I guarantee her heart hurt a lot when her son is in pain” the doctor explains.

Taehyung did think back to how upset you looked earlier. He hadn’t seen you like that in a long time. The last time you looked nearly as upset was when you went into labor and you were scared about giving birth.

“I’ll check on her too” said Taehyung honestly, making a note to keep and eye on you as well.

“Call the office if anything seems off!” The doctor says, as they both leave the office.

Soon you and Taehyung were back in the car along with your son. The little prince fell asleep after crying for so long. The ride to the doctors office wasn’t long, but you opted to sit in the back with you son today just in case, which you almost never did if the ride was so short and he was sleeping.

Your son had a pained expressed even as he slept and you frowned at him as he slept. Taehyung noticed your expression through the rear view mirror. “You ok, sweetheart?” He asked.

Your eyes landed on his through the mirror and you gave him the best smile you could muster at the moment. “I’m ok! He’s sleeping, thankfully!” You day with fake enthusiasm. This time, it doesn’t go unnoticed by Taehyung but he opts not to say much.

Later that night, the little prince continued to be uneasy. He didn’t eat much and he was in a bad mood. The doctor explained that the area near the injection might be a little sore for a while, but there was no way to know for sure why your son was being whiny. He refused to eat much and didn’t leave your arms no matter how much Taehyung tried to hold him.

By some miracle, he fell asleep again and Taehyung finally managed to take him from you. “I’ll set him down, ok? Why don’t you go to bed, you seem really tired” Taehyung offered. You only nod with a frown, no longer able to give any fake smiles. You just wanted to hold your son and somehow take all his pain away, but you couldn’t and knowing that sucked.

Thankfully, he hadn’t broke out with a fever yet and for that, Taehyung was thankful. He set the little baby down in his crib in the beautiful nursery just next door to his shared room with you. When he came back to his own room, he set an alarm for every hour to check on his son throughout the night and went to bed, cuddling up to your side. Taehyung figured you were asleep since your back was facing him, but he didn’t realize you were wide awake with your thoughts.

Taehyung woke up later by some miracle and turned to look at the time. It was already 3am! He slept for over 4 hours and didn’t even wake up! “What the hell happened to my alarm?” He thought out loud. He picks up his phone as his eyes adjust to the bright light and notices that all his alarms were turned off “wtf..” he says

He turns around and notices that you weren’t by your bed either and for a moment, he panicked. He immediately jumps out of bed, searching for you. Sometimes you liked to get a late night snack, but his heart sank when he realized you weren’t in the kitchen.

He makes his way to the nursery to make sure his son is fine, and that’s when his eyes land on you. You’re sitting on the rocking chair near the crib as you rock stare at your son with a pained expression.

“Baby..what are you doing..?” Taehyung asks, quietly. You jump a little in your seat, not noticing your husband in the dark. Taehyung heard your little sniffles and makes out that your brushing your tears away.

“Hey..what’s wrong” he says, walking closer to you. He notices that the baby is fast asleep still, thankfully.

“Nothing! Go back to sleep! I just wanted to check up on him.” You say, trying to smile.

“Ok, I didn’t say anything before but you’re starting to worry me honey. What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” Taehyung asks, crouching down to your level.

“I’m not crying” you whisper, trying your best to sound convincing.

“I’m not stupid, Y/n. Please let me help you, baby” he tries again, reaching out to your hands. It’s then he notices that you’re slightly shaking.

“Hey, come here” he says, pulling you out of the chair and back into your room where he turns on the lights. Taehyung is slightly shocked when he takes in the state of you. Your eyes were red and it seemed like you were crying for hours. You were tired too, and you just looked so, so upset. His heart was breaking.

He took you into his arms and at first, you stood still. But seconds later, you let out the sobs you were holding. “Shhhh” he says, stroking your hair. He could feel his shirt get wet with your tears but he just rocks you back and forth.

“Shhh. It’s ok, it’s fine. You can cry it’s fine” he says. He holds you for what seems like hours, although it was only a few minutes. You pull away eventually and though you weren’t sobbing, the tears continued to fall from your pretty little eyes.

You go and sit at the side of the bed, feeling embarrassed for crying this much. “What’s going on. You can tell me baby” Taehyung says. He notices now that it’s just last 3:30 and though he was extremely tired, he needed to be there for you.

“It’s just...” you start, not being able to form the right words. “It’s just...my baby is in pain” You say finally. “And I can’t do anything about it” You say, crying into your hands again. Taehyungs heart breaks a little more, but he pulls you into a warm embrace. “Hey, he’s doing ok, he’s sleeping now, ok?”

“I know, it’s just that he cried so much earlier! He was in so much pain at the doctors office, did you see how he cried? And he didn’t eat properly, what if he’s hungry? And look at his face, he has a frown while sleeping. What if his arm hurts? What if he’s still in a lot of pain? Tae he can’t even voice what he’s feeling and I just feel so...helpless.” You manage to say in one breath. Taehyung finds this somewhat cute, but he would never tell you that right now.

Taehyung just opts to hold you, rubbing his arms up and down your back to comfort him. You seem to calm down a little bit more after a few minutes.

You look back at him, and Taehyung tries to give you a small smile. “I just want to take away all of his pain. I prayed today that If it was possible, i wanted to feel the pain for him instead” you say, feeling smaller and more helpless than ever.

Taehyung was shocked. His parents always used to tell him that when he was younger. That they wished they could take away all his pain and feel it in his place if that meant he as happier.

“I know, you say I’m an Ice Queen and I get it, but I can’t bear seeing him like this. He’s my baby, Tae, and he’s in pain. What am I supposed to do?You say, as your voice cracks. And that’s when Taehyung understood the weight of his words. He couldn’t have felt worse in that moment.

“Honey I’m so sorry. I hope you know I don’t really see you as a cold mother. You are the best mother possible and y/s/n loves you so, so much. You do the best for him, and I know that. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings with that joke, I’m so sorry” Taehyung apologizes, over and over.

“No, I know. It’s ok. I know I’m strict with him. But i just want him to grow up well. I’m sorry if I come off as cold” you say, honestly.

“No, you’re not cold. You’re so loving and warm, don’t ever doubt that. Why do you think he always prefers to stay in your arms than mine?” Taehyung asks as he bops your nose. You finally smile! And Taehyung feels better now too.

“But hey, he’s gotten lots of shots before today. Why are you so worked up about this one? Is it because of how he cried?” He asks, drying the tears off your cheeks.

You turn away in embarrassment. And that’s when it hits him. “You...you were like this for all of the shots he’s got before, weren’t you?” Taehyung asks, sadly. Luckily, you son never really got sick, so Taehyung never saw this side of you. He feels terrible for not noticing earlier.

“How come you never told me?” He asks, sadly.

“I didn’t want you to lose sleep over it. Plus, he never fell sick. I just want to make sure he’s ok. I can’t sleep when he gets a shot anyways. But he’s never cried this much and he looked like he was in a lot of pain so today was especially bad” you reasoned.

“Ok well next time, wake me up. I don’t want you sitting in a dark room crying by yourself ever again. I promised to keep you happy at all times and though I can’t control when our kid falls sick, I can help you get through it, ok?” He says, sternly. He gives you a quick kiss.

“Why don’t we go to sleep now, ok? He seems to be knocked out still” Taehyung asks, sleep finally calling him.

You nod. “Hey Tae, do you think He can sleep here with us today? I know I say that it’s not good for him and I’m the one who stressed that he learn to sleep alone in his crib but, just for today?” You ask, like a kid asking for ice cream before dinner.

“I think that’s a great idea, beautiful. You know he loves sleeping in your arms till this day” Taehyung says.

Your face immediately lights up and you jump to your feet as you all but run back to your sons room. Taehyung couldn’t help but laugh at how ridiculously cute you were. And he made a mental note to never tease you about being an Ice Queen again. He realized that no matter how strict you could be, your love for your son outweighs it all and that not matter how strong you pretend to be, your heart couldn’t take the smallest pain for your son. You truly were, the greatest mom.

You come back inside with you son in your arms. You quickly lay him in between you and Taehyung and y/s/n immediately cuddles into you, one of his small hands placed directly onto your cheek. You place a tiny kiss on his cheek and even in his sleep, you son smiles and you can see the tiny teeth that was starting to grow. You couldn’t help but giggle and let out one last tear for the night. And Taehyung could only watch as his heart swelled at the sight in front of him. He mentally snapped a picture and promised to cherish this moment for the rest of his life.

He watched as you also fell asleep soon, and he leaned over his son to place a small kiss on your cheek as well. And like your son, you also smiled in your sleep, something you always did when he kissed you while you slept. Taehyung chuckled, turning the lights out and falling asleep himself.

Taehyung woke up hours later and noticed the sun shining bright outside. He turned to see his family on the bed, only to frown when noticed they weren’t there one again.

Taehyung stretched and quickly brushed his teeth and made his way to find you both.

This time, he was quick to find you two. You were sitting on the living room floor with a few toys laid out in front of you and your son.

Since he was nearing one year in just two months, your son was already starting to stand. You held both his arms above his head as you helped him walk around. As soon as his legs were about to give out, you quickly picked him up and spun him in the air. The little princes laughter filled the entire room and once again, taehyungs heart swelled at the sight in front of him. And that’s when he heard it.

“Mama!” Your son said, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Taehyung could see you freeze for a second.

“Mama!!” You son said again, this time even louder. Next thing Taehyung could hear was you squealing and kissing your sons face all over!

“Yes!! Yes!! I’m your mama, sweetheart! Oh my god, you said mama!” As you continued to spin around slowly, and your son continued laughing.

“Hey! That’s not fair! What about dada??” Taehyung asked, and that’s when you finally noticed your husband standing there.

“Say dada!!” Taehyung says as he walks closer to your son and he notes that you look slightly nervous, through he brushes it off. Right now, he couldn’t believe that his little man said his first words!!

“Mama!” You son says again. And you could only giggle. Taehyung fake pouts.

Your son giggles. Earlier, you had put on a new onesie for him, and as if wanting to show his dad, your son pats his hands on his belly, looking directly at your husband.

“Oh! Is my little prince wearing a new onesie! What does it say??” Taehyung says as he lifts his baby boy from your hands. He holds his son out in front of him, lion king style and reads the onesie out aloud.

“Best...Big...Brother..?” Taehyung reads, confused. And the second it dawns on him, it was almost a miracle he didn’t drop his son right there and then.

“Y/n are you serious?” He says, finally looking back at you. “You’re..you’re pregnant?” He asks, slightly breathless and with a huge smile on his face. The smile on your face just confirms it but you nod, at a loss for words.

You had known for a few days now, but you wanted to find a good time to tell Taehyung. Your son was in such a good mood when he woke up this morning (and chose to wake you up with a small slap in the face as well) that you knew that it was now or never.

“Maybe i was such a crying mess because of my raging hormones?” You joke “Surprise!!” You say, jumping for joy.

Taehyung reaches out to you with his empty arm and pulls you into a kiss, not able to say anything. He was the happiest man on earth at this moment. His family was growing by one more member! But he broke he kiss away as his son basically slapped him on his face while wining. “Yah! You need to share your mom with me!” Taehyung playfully scolds.

Your son reaches out for you, and you quickly take him in your arms while sticking out your tongue. “He’s always gonna be my baby” You say, kissing your sons puffy cheeks.

“Hhm maybe this next one will be a dadas boy” Taehyung ponders out loud. Honestly, he didn’t care. He was just so happy right now. Whether your next child was a mamas child or dadas child, he didn’t care. As long as the new addition to the family was healthy and had your heart, then it would be perfect.

Taehyung was happy. He had everything he needed and more, right in this moment.

A/n: ah how was it? Would you guys like to see more one shots?

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