#he’s crying and he doesn’t even realize it

[dollfacefantasy]

caleb x fem!reader

you and caleb used to play fight a lot, but things are different now that you're older

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, fauxcest, dry humping

a/n: um hehe just a small drabble cause i've been thinking... also i like the pipsqueak thing idgaf kiss me about it. imagine this takes place when she’s staying with him.

"isn't this around the time you'd usually cry mercy, pipsqueak?" he breathes, his smooth voice warming the air next to your ear.

a small grunt escapes you as you try to lift your arm to shove him off. your effort is pointless though. his grip tightens around your wrist, and he brings your limb back down to the floor without much effort.

“caleb, quit it!” you whine.

he just laughs at you. his body doesn’t move away an inch. he stays right where he his, hovering over your smaller frame.

the two of you used to play fight all the time as kids. you’d squabble over the remote or your toys. whiny arguments would morph into a small scuffle, a test of wills. so it felt natural today to lunge at him when he held the book you wanted to read just out of reach. getting physical made sense. you’d been so agitated with him keeping you here, you needed to blow off some steam. it just didn’t feel so good when reality set in as he wrestled you down to the floor like always.

“it’s not funny,” you say and try to jam your knee up into his abs.

he dodges the move and continues to smirk at you. “maybe not to you. but it’s pretty funny from up here. pretty cute too,” he teases.

you scowl, squirming some more. in your younger years, you’d always been able to fight back a little. you’d lose in the end, sure, but victory had been in reach a few times. now, caleb is stronger. he’s bigger, and he doesn’t fight like a scrappy high school kid but rather someone with training. you’re starting to realize you have no chance now, and part of you wonders if you ever did. or maybe he’d been going easy on you.

as if to taunt you, he slides your arms up above your head and grabs both your wrists with one hand. even with his other one free, he keeps you pinned with the same amount of force. it’s fucking humiliating. you feel your cheeks starting to heat up as he drags the back of his fingers along your jaw, cooing at you.

“you always used to get so angry like this too. so frustrated. you’d think you would’ve learned not to start fights you can’t win,” he mocks.

his thumb comes to sweep along your cheekbone, back in forth in slow strokes. he stares into your eyes while he does, almost studying you. it gets you heated for a whole other reason you don’t even want to acknowledge.

“get off of me,” you squeak, your voice much less aggressive now.

“maybe i will if you beg enough,” he taunts, “if you use your manners and say please like a good girl, i’ll consider it.”

“shut up!” you say. you kick a few more times and buck your hips to try and get loose.

in response, he grabs your hip with his free hand and slams it back to the ground. you let out a little growl, assuming you’ll have to restrategize. but then he pushes his pelvis down on top of yours.

you gasp. all the fight leaves you in a harsh blow because now, unlike any of the other times you play fought with him, you feel a solid bulge pressing between your legs.

your eyes widen, and you sputter. you’re sure you look totally stupid right now. but you don’t know what else to do. there’s no question about it. he’s got a boner, and he’s rubbing it right up against you.

“i told you. you’re not gonna win. might as well surrender,” he says. he speaks in a completely even tone, as if nothing is different.

“c-caleb. what are you doing?” you start, “don’t be weird.”

“i’m not being weird,” he defends with feigned innocence, “we always used to mess around like this. what’s got you all shy now?”

you know why he’s asking. because he knows you won’t say it. the answer is so easy, yet you can’t bring the words to leave your lips.

“you know what,” you whine softly.

he chuckles and leans in even closer to your face. “maybe i do. but i don’t think that it’s weird. we’re not kids anymore. you can’t whine and wriggle around like that and expect me not to react,” he murmurs.

your heart beats harder in your chest. you can feel every thump. before you can say anything in return, he grinds his hips again, rolling his hardened length right up against you. and this time, it feels good.

“i- caleb- we can’t,” you whimper, biting your lip.

“we can’t? we can’t what? we’re not doing anything,” he says before grinning at you, “it doesn’t count if it’s over the clothes.”

you want to smack him, but both your arms are still immobile.

“it’s still weird. we’ve never- i don’t see you like this,” you insist, though the last statement is a complete lie.

he tsks and shakes his head before pushing his erection between your legs for another time. this one draws a whine out of you. his hips jump forward at the sound, but he doesn’t let his face show that burst of desire.

“what do you see me like then?” he whispers.

silence fills the air between the two of you as you fail to answer. you know what you see him as. you know your crush on him goes back years. you know what fantasies fill your head at night when you’re alone.

but you also know how you want to see him. What you’re supposed to see him as. What you’ve tried to limit his role to for so long.

“it’s ok,” he finally says, “i won’t make you say it if it’s that hard. but i know you like this. i know you remember?”

he grinds against you again, but this time it’s not only once. now he sets himself into a rhythm, consistent swings of his hips against your center.

“i know when you’re happy, when you’re sad, when you’re ashamed,” he says, “i know when you want something, but you’re too scared to ask.”

ducking in, he kisses your neck. you moan in response, putting no effort into suppressing the noise now.

“that’s right, princess. your big brother knows you better than anyone, doesn’t he?” he coos mockingly.

“caleb!” you whine. you internally cringe at both titles, but outwardly, your face still contorts with pleasure.

“what?” he laughs, “that’s what you were gonna say before, wasn’t it?”

“but i didn’t,” you whimper.

“but you thought it, and it’s all the same to me,” he teases.

he refocuses his mouth on your neck again. his lips move over the column of your throat while his cock continues pressing right on your pussy. it feels better by the second. maybe it’s because he’s kissing your neck too, you’re not really sure. all you know is the hot, sparkling feeling in your stomach is building.

nipping at your pulse point, he then sucks on the skin like he wants to leave a mark. his tongue laves at it for a few moments before he pulls off.

“i’m gonna let go of your arms. you’re gonna behave, ok?” he mumbles against your skin.

“mhm,” you whimper and nod. the overt submission feels pathetic, but losing the feeling of him would be even worse.

“good girl,” he praises.

he keeps his word and releases his hold on your wrists. the air feels cool on your skin that’s all warmed up from his hands. now with his other arm in use, he can snake one around your ass and boost your hips. the new angle allows him to thrust against you harder.

“fuck, baby,” he grunts. you feel his lashes brush your neck as his eyes flutter.

your arms loop over his shoulders, pulling him impossibly closer. more little mewls spill from your lips. you can feel his stiff length sliding right up against your folds through your clothes. every swipe brings a blissful burst of friction to your poor throbbing clit.

“there you go. i got you. big brother’s got you,” he mumbles mindlessly. he chokes out a moan into your shoulder as his hips move like they have a mind of their own.

your body starts to squirm more. that hot feeling inside is reaching a boiling point. you clutch at his shirt, your nails digging in so hard they threaten to tear the fabric. the constant push and pull of his lower half is nearly hypnotic. it seems like you’ll be under him forever while also on the brink of letting go.

after a few moments more, he pulls back to look at you. his eyelids hang low, heavy with his desire for you.

“god, you’re so pretty. so fuckin’ beautiful now,” he says and presses his forehead to yours. his eyes shut while your breaths mingle. “i knew you wanted this too. just look at you. almost falling apart, and i haven’t even really touched you. i knew no one else could do this better.”

all you can do is whimper softly and cling to him harder. you pull on him as if trying to pull him into your body, to meld your two beings into one. the pressure down below feels dull and muted, but it’s blooming nonetheless.

“yeah… you’re gonna cum all over your pretty panties,” he mutters, “get ‘em all nice and wet so i can have some fun with ‘em later.”

“caleb…” you whine, useful words falling out of your grasp in this moment. one of your hands flies up and laces in his hair. your fingers clench into a fist, giving the strands a sharp tug.

he groans and bucks his hips extra hard. “c’mon. cum for me, baby. let me make my sweet little angel cum,” he murmurs.

it really doesn’t take much to get you there. the friction burn he’s rutting you both into works, and you feel yourself hit the high. euphoria rushes through you. a little breathy whine erupts from your lips. your back arches off the floor, but he keeps you cradled against him securely.

the whole time you’re cumming, he’s still humping you like his life depends on it. it’s when you start to come down, that he finally explodes. he buries his face in your neck, letting out the loudest moan you’ve heard so far. his arms tighten up around your frame as his fingers dig into your malleable flesh.

his hips jolt forward in random twitches now, chasing the last remnants of release while he spills inside his pants.

when he’s done, his breaths are harsh and labored. he nuzzles the crook of your neck before kissing your cheek and receding off your body. his palm runs over his face lazily.

“fuck, i gotta change now,” he says, not bothering to look down at the dark patch at the front of his pants.

without even really thinking about it, you reach forward for the waistline. you’re already craving more of him. but before your hand can get there, he takes your wrist.

“not so fast, pipsqueak. i think you should actually beat me before i let you have the real thing,” he smirks.

[seumyo]

BAKUGOU KATSUKI ✰ THE DRESS CODE

Bakugou was in a bad mood.

It was stupid, really. Absolutely stupid. But he couldn’t help the scowl on his face as he approached your desk.

“Oi,” he snapped, crossing his arms. “What the hell are you wearing?”

He had taken his time this morning, making sure the maroon shirt he picked out was one he actually liked. It wasn’t over the top or anything—just a plain shirt with a white skull on the back, paired with some casual black pants.

But it was the principle of the matter. You were supposed to match. That was the whole damn point.

The UA student council had this dress code specifically to celebrate Valentine’s Day. Maroon for those who’re in a relationship, blue for those in a situationship, green for those in the “friend zone,” black for those who are admirers from afar, and the plain school uniform for those who are more inclined in their studies to even bother with romantic relationships.

Was this your way of subtly denying him as your boyfriend? It wasn’t like you two were in hiding—and it’s not like he doesn’t mention that you two are seeing each other whenever someone pesters him about it.

You looked up, eyes wide and innocent. “Huh? My uniform?”

Bakugou’s brow twitched. “Yeah, I can see that. Why?”

You blinked, clearly not understanding what he was getting to. “Because… it’s Friday?”

“Did you forget what today is?”

You stared blankly at him, confusion written all over your face.

“...Friday?”

“Valentine’s Day!” he barked, causing a few of your classmates to glance over in amusement. He jerked his thumb at his own shirt—a simple red tee with a black skull printed on the back. “Maroon’s for people who are dating. Thought we were gonna match.”

You felt as though your soul just left your body.

“Oh... oh.” Your hands flew to your mouth. “I... I didn’t know! You never told me!”

“Didn’t think I had to. It’s common sense.”

“And you don’t even like Valentine’s Day! So... I thought we weren’t doing the dress code thing...”

That was true. But still! He was adamant on making you look like the one in the wrong here.

“Well, I am,” he pouted. So subtle it could be mistaken for his signature grimace. “And I heard from Ears that you were planning on wearing maroon, you idiot.”

“I told her—I was thinking about it, though.”

Bakugou’s shoulders sagged, the irritation draining a little. “Yeah, well... I went and did it. Thought it’d be obvious we’re together if we matched. You had a shirt with a golden dragon on the back, too, right?”

Your heart fluttered, your gaze finally meeting his. He remembered. The realization hit you like a ton of bricks—Bakugou Katsuki, the loud, brash, and unapologetically stubborn hero-in-training—your boyfriend, wanted to show off your relationship. Publicly. On Valentine’s Day.

A moment in history!

You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

Instead, you jumped to your feet. “Wait here!”

Before he could argue, you bolted out of the classroom, leaving Bakugou standing there, baffled. He turned to find his classmates blatantly eavesdropping.

Mina’s eyes were practically sparkling. “Awww, Bakugou, you wanted to match with [Name]?”

Kaminari snickered. “Dude, that’s so cute.”

Kirishima grinned, throwing an arm around Bakugou’s shoulders. “You really have gone soft, man.”

Bakugou’s eye twitched, and he shrugged Kirishima’s arm off roughly. “Shut it, Shitty Hair. I just didn’t wanna look like an idiot wearin’ maroon by myself,” he grumbled. “And Sero’s wearing green—‘nd I don’t see anyone picking on him!”

“Cool it, man,” Sero laughed, shaking his head. “The incident still stings.”

“We salute you, brave soldier,” Kaminari replied.

Mina sighed dramatically, resting her chin on her hands. “Young love...”

His cheeks turned crimson. “Mind your own damn business!”

Before his embarrassment could escalate, you came running back, slightly out of breath, with something red clutched in your hands. You unfolded it and slipped it on—a maroon cardigan. It hugged your frame just right, with allowance to spare, the color bringing out the warm shimmer in your eyes.

You looked at him, your fingers fiddling with the buttons. “I had this in my locker. Does this work?”

Bakugou stared at you, his irritation disappearing like a factory reset process. You looked... cute. Really cute. But he wasn’t about to say that out loud. He cleared his throat, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Yeah... s’fine, I guess.”

Your face brightened, a smile breaking across your lips. “Really?”

He looked away, his voice gruff, though there was no heat in his reply. “Whatever.”

Their moment was interrupted by Mina’s dramatic squeal. “And they say romance is dead!”

Kaminari gave a thumbs up. “Didn’t think Bakugou could be such a romantic.”

Kirishima laughed. “Man, who knew you’d be such a softie?”

Bakugou’s eye twitched, and he spun around, his hands sparking. “One more word and I’ll kill all of you!”

His classmates laughed, not the least bit intimidated. They could see right through him—Bakugou Katsuki was completely, undeniably, head-over-heels for you.

Turning back to you, his voice softened, his anger dissipating. “C’mon, let’s go. Cafeteria had those stupid snacks you wanted.”

Your smile never wavered as you followed slightly behind him.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Katsuki.”

“Yeah, yeah... Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Bakugou hopes the next Valentine’s Day to come is when he can properly match with you. He won’t let you forget this time around.

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[pellucid-constellations]

A rejected bond. A happiness unfounded.

Azriel x Reader (760 words, based on a request!, warnings: vague backstory, angst)

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Azriel held your stare, his breath quivering with each exhale. 

“What?” he said again—not a question, really. 

Your chest heaved as you opened your mouth once more. “I can’t.” 

“You… can’t?” Azriel did ask this time, tongue darting out between his lips as his brow furrowed. “I don’t understand. What does that mean?” 

“I can’t be your mate. I can’t accept that bond, Azriel.” 

His hands, reaching for you in some semblance of connection, curled at the fingers. His joints seemed to cry out as he moved without full consciousness, and you watched as the scars retracted. It would be easier to keep your gaze locked on his hands, but when he spoke next the pain in his voice had you searching for his face once more. 

“I know—I must not be what you were expecting.” 

No. No, no, no. That was not why.

Your throat was beginning to close. You fought the urge to claw at it. 

“I can… I can be different. Different than I have been. I’ve just—I’ve loved you for so long. I don’t know why I—the bond could make it different,” Azriel almost pleaded. A tendril of his hair wove down across his forehead as his shadows anxiously twisted around him. 

In his eyes, you saw the boy in the basement. You saw the insecurity and fear. You saw that he was trying, and that’s why this hurt even more. 

Azriel never spoke without his thoughts clearly assembled, but as his words spewed out in a low, broken tone, their disorganization was the toll this was taking on him. 

“This doesn’t have to do with you, Azriel. This isn’t about you being different,” you explained. Each word hurt as it left you. 

You wanted him. 

They would hurt him. 

Azriel blinked, several times, and then took a step toward you. You tracked his feet as he moved. “We could—” he shook his head, staring at his hands “—take it slow. Or—or it doesn’t have to be anything other than the tether. We can stay friends.” 

They wouldn’t allow that. 

Azriel didn’t know that you were already spoken for. That the people in control were late to pick up their spoils, actually, and this was the worst possible time for happiness to be dangled in front of you.

You needed to reject the bond. 

There couldn’t be a trace of it when they came to collect you. 

You settled your resolve, reminding yourself that no matter how much it hurt you to do this—no matter how much the glossiness of Azriel’s eyes made you weak—you needed to protect him. You weren’t free to do as you pleased. You never were, and this temporary reprieve had always been a ploy to remind you of that. 

Finding your mate was never supposed to happen. 

You were never born to be happy. 

“I’m leaving,” you finalized, bringing your hands behind your back as your fists clenched and your nails imprinted on your skin. “We—I won’t be coming back.” 

Something raw ripped from Azriel’s throat. “Because of the bond?” 

“I was never supposed to stay here,” you replied in place of an answer. “This was never my home.” 

“But it could be. It could be, with or without me. I would make sure you were happy.” 

It sounded so simple coming from his mouth. Everything sounded better when he said it. 

“I don’t think that’s possible.” 

The bond, still so fresh and alight within you, cried and pulled at your being. It was unhappy with you, the cauldron or the mother or whatever entity that was playing this cruel joke on you displeased that you were not also playing along. 

It would calm, you reminded yourself—when you were home, everything felt calm. Or, everything felt still, at least. Stagnant. Never moving. 

“Tell me what you need me to do,” Azriel begged. “I’ll do anything. Don’t leave.” 

He didn’t realize that it wasn’t your choice—that he could beg and plead, but in the end, his mate was never free to make that kind of decision. 

You couldn’t reject the bond in front of him. You couldn’t bear witness to that kind of pain. 

But because he already looked so ruined—because he was still reaching for you, still inching forward as your head pounded—you provided a bit of context to the disaster. 

“I don’t have a choice,” you revealed. 

Azriel searched your eyes with an amounting determination. 

You couldn’t reject the bond yet, but you knew it was only a matter of time. 

Azriel would hold onto it until that final day. 

[omgfangirlland]

The Shadows That Nurture 13

I saw these suits and I had an epiphany while thinking about what the bat sis should wear: one and two

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It always took a while for you to process something, especially this. You thought you’ll be fine- another shitty dad, nothing new, just keep yourself busy- work, college, train Mark, help around the house, repeat… You never realized how much you actually loved the man, how attached you grew to him despite how hard you tried to brush it off. You never realized until you crashed out after a mission while seeing a kid cry for their parents.

You moved behind some buildings, hiding between some industrial trash bins, curled into a ball, and just broke down. Bruce was whatever, he didn’t choose you like he chose the others, but Nolan did. The fucker went out of his way to take you- and yet… And yet neither Debbie, Mark nor you were enough to make him stay, to make him think of you lot as more than pets he can throw away. Those thoughts clouded your mind, and turned on you quickly, not even the shadows could soothe the pain.

The Immortal found you an hour later and gently picked you up. “It’s not your fault.” Was the only thing he said while he carried you home. After that Cecil insisted you take a break, which you found absurd, you were self-employed, worked under your own company, and the taxes you paid proved that, but you didn’t fight it. So, you’ve been rotting in your bed for a bit, simply not finding the energy to do anything but keep yourself clean and occasionally cook, just to help Debbie a bit.

The funeral of the Guardians went and passed, Mark had taken to moving into your room before he went to University, Eve, Amber, Samson, John, and your college friends occasionally visited. You haven’t seen Immortal since he got in a yelling match with Mark, calling you both as dangerous as Nolan. That had set your mental health back a few days.

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John didn’t go back to the Justice League space station, he hung around for a bit, letting you hang onto him for a while, until you fell asleep. He didn’t go even when you were deep into the dream world. Constantine still stayed around, mostly sitting on the edge of the couch you slept on, only moving when Debbie invited him to some wine. He left the next day after you woke up.

So, when the pull of an emergency teleportation triggered and made him almost kiss the ground he wasn’t surprised to see the mug of an angry Batman with photos of your civilian persona from the fight with your dad and a screenshot of your hero persona wearing the “I killed the joker” T-shirt next to a tourist on the big screens. “Explain.” Was the only thing that came out of Bruce.

Constantine just sighed from the depths of his soul while pulling a chair and lighting a cigarette, ignoring Superman and Wonder Woman. “Could explain a lot of stuff, Batsy, be specific.” John didn’t even flinch as Batman slammed his fist on the table. “She killed the Joker.”

“Doesn’t look like I need to explain anything then, mate.” John blows the smoke away from Batman, he wasn’t that ballsy. ”You already know she killed him, what more would you want?”

“We just want to know how you know her. How you know Omni-Man.” Superman was quick to play the good cop, but John just shrugged. Honestly, he had to deal with way too many shades because of the clown, good riddance. “She’s a friend, none of you could kill her. Slow her down? Mm, maybe. Eliminate her? Never.” He knew killing was never Batman’s plan A, but he wasn’t betting on it.

“As for her daddy…” He sighs again, rubbing his temple. “He’s a Viltrumite, they conquer words and ‘better’ them. Why care now? You never did before.” John was referring to both you and the Viltrumites. “She’s a dangerous unknown.” Ah, and this is why Bobo was named the greatest detective and not the Bat. “And if the Viltrumites are as dangerous as you’ve said-“

“You only want to do something about it now because it may affect you.” John got up slowly not looking away as Batman towered over him. “The Viltrumites don’t have a kryptonite, Bruce.” He growled at the man. “We either get another fifty Supermen to beat their heads in until they stop moving or we change their mind. And look how well that option went for The Sorceress and Invincible.” Batman’s frown only deepened.

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Black Samson was beyond worried. The Immortal had been off the hinges for a long while, hot and cold, black and white, exploding at anything and everything, the kids were driving him insane, and you were still missing in action. So, he did what any reasonable man his age would do and snuck into a young woman’s room. Yours specifically.

“Alright, I’ve had enough! You’ve been rotting-“ He stopped as soon as he saw you in your hero gear eating a bowl of sliced fruit. “…I was just eating a snack before going out.” You said while munching away. “Oh… Are you-“

“No… But it’ll be quite hypocritical of me to be mopping around when I nagged you every other week to get back outside.” You shrug. “I’ll get better… eventually. But It’ll take time.” Samson seems to relax at that. “And I had a whole speech-“ You snicker at that. “Yeah- my speech.”

“It was a great speech.” He tried defending himself. “It got me outside and everything.” You smiled, unable to argue with such sound logic. “Thank you for checking up on me, Sam.”

“You’re welcome, kid.” The man smiled at you before turning back to the window. “Now if you excuse me, I’ll leave. I do not want to explain to your mom why I am here-“ The devilish amused cackle that left you only urged the man to hurry.

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You did get better… kind of. But it was good enough to make you put up with Lex and his blasted party. Granted, seeing your mom, Mark, and your friends enjoying the party, and destroying the free buffet, made you happy. You were hiding out on the balcony anyway.

“If your mother knew you were drinking alcohol without supervision, she’d have my head. Nice suit.” You snorted at Luthor’s words as he joined you, leaning on the railing with you. “You’d make a nice taxidermy trophy. And thanks, wanted to be different from the other girls.” You joked, nudging the man.

You both took in Metropolis’ night sky, enjoying the silence for a few seconds. “Why is the Immortal looking at you with such sad puppy eyes?” You snort. “Why are Wayne and the Kents here?”  Lex just gave a shrug and a shit-eating smirk. “You like the Kents, Bruce Wayne wants to meet The Sorceress on the bat’s behalf, and I forgot to send my secretary the list of guests that was custom-made for the occasion and didn’t have ninety percent of the people here.”

“I like Lois Lane, both Bruce and the Bat can die, and-“ You sigh, rubbing at your temple. “Somehow, I believe that last part. Why are you so attached to my hip, anyway?” Lex gives a sarcastic laugh. “Nice way to avoid my question, but to answer yours, maybe I just want to enjoy the company of my greatest little helper.”

The look that you gave him was a clear expression of how much you thought the man was high on alien weed. “If by helper you’re referring to me calling you stupid for forgetting to check PFAS and Asbestos levels while snapping pictures for the Pulitzer winner herself, Lois Lane- sure. I believe you.”

This is why Luthor enjoyed your madness. The sarcasm, the banter, the mocking with no hard feelings. It made him feel normal. He almost shivered at the thought, perishing it immediately. “There also, might be a mercenary who paid quite a lot to get a seat and have the chance to meet you.”

“Is he mad? Don’t answer that, I don’t think you’re a good judge of that.” You take a sip from your glass. “He’s quite reputable, Slade Willson. He’s-“ You immediately interrupt him. “I know who that is and what he does. Don’t you find it fishy how an apparent assassin with supposed morals just knew you’d host such a thing?”

“Don’t bother- I won’t believe a word that comes out of your smug ass face. I want half of what he gave you.” Lex Luthor just smiled brighter. “I’ll give you the full amount if you come back and tell me everything.” You laugh and accept the deal. You’d never pass on a good gossiping session.

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“Damn.” Lois said as Clark finished parroting back what he heard from the other side of the room. “I know that she doesn’t like you because she doesn’t know you-“ She said while looking at her husband before turning to Bruce. “But what did you do?”

Bruce’s scowl seemed permanent these past days, his blank look telling Lois that the man was beyond tired, and his silence told her that he didn’t know. “I don’t like how close she is to Luthor.” Clark whispers. “He’s not a good role model for anyone, let alone a young girl who just lost her father. And Slade…”

“She hangs with a lot of rich people and rogues, even talks to some from Gotham.” Bruce frowned at the information Lois provided. “She texts Red Hood and the Sirens quite a lot when she stays around me as I work.” Bruce stopped listening after as his eyes caught you and the bald eagle coming back inside, and he acted.

He quickly passed past the Kents, putting on his Brucie persona and grabbing a full glass of red wine, acting slightly drunk while walking right to the prize. He greeted business people and heroes, walking in a slight zig-zagged pattern to imitate dizziness and when he was close enough, he stumbled. The wine in his glass flew and hit its target.

“Oh, sweetheart, I am so sorry-“ His hand was slapped away as you shook with anger, your suit ruined by the wine, and your skin getting sticky. “Don’t you dare touch me-“ You hiss at the man, making his expression shake. “For fucks sake- you two-faced snake, are you just out to ruin everything I have?”

Something in you just snapped as you saw him act like a fool, knowing better than anyone it was all fake, so your hand just moved, grabbing a plate of mini cakes and smashing the sweets right in his face. “Why can’t you just leave me by, asshole?!” You spread the syrupy sweets on the front of his tux and let the plate fall on his feet, dirtying those too.

Lex wasn’t the only one enjoying the show. Slade immediately took the opportunity to join your other side as you tried to dry your neck and shirt. The mercenary politely greeted Luthor, ignored the still in shock Bruce, and introduced himself to you, offering to pay for the cleanup. “You’ll have to excuse Mr. Wayne he’s quite the imbecile.”

Bruce couldn’t even fight the allegation, it was well played by Willson, and acting like a drunk didn’t help his case. So, he just watched as the older man led her away. “Honestly, Brucie. What did you expect to happen? You’ve become too sloppy.” Lex mocked him, but his prideful smirk went away as soon as Mark and Immortal appeared in front of him, Invincible asked Bruce why he was here while the other man asked who he was.

Those two got distracted by each other, turning their anger on one another as they hissed insult after insult. “Oh, boy.” With Luthor’s mutter of disappointment, Bruce turned back, walking to the Kents. “It could have been worse. If it were me, I would have killed you for that, especially as the birthday girl.” Lois said while looking at Bruce. The man just grunts, neither noticing the way Clark tensed up at the information he heard by eavesdropping on Invincible and Immortal.

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Bruce felt beyond exhausted while he dropped in his chair, blankly looking through the Batcomputer, trying to register everything that happened. “Master Bruce!” He didn’t get a moment of peace before Alfred burst through the door, stopping a few feet in front of him while clutching a picture frame.

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I said it once, I'll say it again, I always feel like I'm forgetting something.

[ivoraic]

Stay with me (Even if it kills you)

pairing: gojo x reader | wc: 6.6k

summary: Gojo kidnaps you after he kills all the higher ups. He says it's to keep you safe. But love like this always ends in ruin.

cw: psychological horror, dead dove, kidnapping, forced pregnancy, non-con, graphic violence, dead dove, self-harm, major character death, mental deterioration. did i mention dead dove

an: MDNI. definitely a little different from what i usually post. you will probably cry while reading. i cried while writing it. read on ao3

Month 0

You wake up to silence.

The kind of silence that feels unnatural, thick and unmoving. There’s no hum of your bedroom heater, no distant city noise filtering through the window, no comfort of the world outside. Just the cold, creeping awareness of your own body, the dull ache at the base of your skull, the sluggish heaviness in your limbs, the strange pressure around your wrist.

Something isn’t right.

Your eyes flutter open. The ceiling above you is unfamiliar. Plain white, a single overhead light casting dim, yellowed shadows across the room. The air is stale, carrying the faint scent of dust, something metallic, something wrong. The space around you is small, claustrophobic. There’s a bed beneath you, a nightstand, a table close enough to reach. The walls are bare. No windows.

You try to move, but you feel a sudden resistance. The cold bite of metal against your wrist.

Your pulse spikes instantly, panic setting in. You yank your arm, and the chain rattles in response, a sharp, awful sound in the quiet. Your breath catches as you follow its path, the gleaming silver links stretching from your wrist to the leg of the low wooden table beside you.

No, no, no-

Your fingers tremble as you pull again, harder this time, but the metal doesn’t budge. The realization crashes over you in jagged, gasping pieces. It’s not a dream. Not a nightmare. Real. Real. Real.

And then you see him.

Satoru sits against the far wall.

He’s still in his uniform, the fabric stained dark in places where blood has dried. His blindfold is gone, leaving his eyes fully exposed. It’s too bright, too sharp, too unhinged against the dim room.

His hair is a mess, matted, strands sticking to his forehead where sweat and blood have dried. His chest rises and falls in slow, steady breaths, but there’s something off about it, like he’s still riding the high of something unspeakable.

He hasn’t moved since you woke up. Hasn’t spoken.

Just sits there. Watching.

Your breath trembles as you stare at him, words tangled in your throat.

And for a moment, you don’t understand.

For a moment, you forget the cold metal around your wrist. You don’t notice the blood staining his uniform, the eerie stillness of his body.

Because all you can think of is a memory. A summer day, long ago.

("Here, try this."

You had pressed a small candy into his palm, grinning as he eyed it with suspicion.

"What is it?" he asked, rolling it between his fingers.

"My favorite. But if you say you don’t like it, I’m never speaking to you again."

Gojo had laughed, tipping his head back dramatically. "Oh no, anything but that." He popped it into his mouth, humming as the sugary sweetness melted on his tongue. His eyes softened, his expression one of quiet delight.

"It tastes like you."

The words had left him so naturally, so effortlessly, that you had barely registered them at first. But then your face grew warm, and Gojo had grinned at your reaction, nudging you with his shoulder teasingly as the summer sun bathed you both in warmth.

"Guess I’ll have to stock up on these, huh?")

“…Satoru?” Your voice comes out weak, hoarse. You don’t know why you use his name like that, like it’s still yours to say, like things are still normal. “Where… where am I?”

His pupils are blown wide, the blue of his irises swallowed by the darkness of his dilated pupils. Not normal. Not him. The corner of his mouth twitches, not quite a smile, but something like the memory of one.

“You’re safe,” he says, ignoring your question.

You flinch. Your body knows something is wrong, even if your mind is still struggling to catch up. He notices the faint movement, his lips pressing together before he exhales slowly, almost like he’s trying to be patient.

“I had to do it,” he murmurs, tilting his head back, eyes drifting toward the ceiling. His hands are too still in his lap. “You get that, don’t you? The higher-ups, the elders… old bastards playing God while people like us bled for them.”

There’s something off about the way he speaks, like he’s explaining something obvious, something undeniable.

Your stomach twists. Your throat is so dry it hurts. “What did you do?”

Gojo finally looks at you again. You wish for his gaze to be directed anywhere else.

“I saved you,” he says simply.

You don’t move.

His voice drops lower, quieter, almost affectionate. “They’re gone now.”

The words settle like lead in your stomach. Gone.

Your breath stutters. “Gone…?”

You shift back instinctively, but the chain rattles again, reminding you of its presence.

His lips part, and for a moment, you think he’s about to reassure you, tell you that everything’s fine, that this is just some horrible misunderstanding.

But instead, he tilts his head, smiling faintly.

"You’re scared of me."

The words aren’t a question. He’s simply stating a fact.

Your throat tightens.

"I did this for us," he continues, voice slow, deliberate. "You don’t have to worry anymore. No one can hurt you. No one can take you from me. I took care of everything."

Gojo’s fingers brush over his uniform absently, and only then do you notice the dried blood under his nails.

"You don’t need to be scared," he murmurs.

Satoru shifts, pushing off the wall with an easy, unhurried motion. His movements are smooth, like he has all the time in the world.

You flinch as he steps forward, every slow, steady footfall ringing too loud in the quiet room. Your back presses further into the headboard, fingers curling into the sheets, but there’s nowhere to go.

He crouches in front of you, close, too close, the warmth of his presence bleeding into your skin. He tilts his head slightly, studying you the way one might observe something delicate, something fragile. His voice is quiet when he speaks again.

"See?" he murmurs, reaching out. "You don’t have to cry."

His fingers graze your cheek, thumb swiping away a tear you hadn’t even realized had fallen. His touch is warm, gentle. You feel sick.

His expression softens, his lips parting like he wants to say something else.

Like he truly believes this is love.

“I lost everything,” he eventually says, almost to himself. “But I still have you.”

“You’ll understand soon.” His voice is almost sweet now, almost normal. “Just be good for me, and we’ll be happy.”

Your blood runs cold.

/

"Stay still," he rasps, breath hitching. His forehead presses to yours, sweat dripping onto your lashes. Blood smears where your bodies are joined.

It hurts. His hips jerk involuntarily, sinking another inch, and you scream.

"Fuck-" He’s gripping you so firmly, nails carving crescents into your hips. "I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m-" His breath hitches as your walls flutter around him weakly.

You feel him press you tighter to him as he nears his finish.

"Mine," he grunts, burying his face into your shoulder. Cum floods inside you in hot, violent spurts, his hips grinding deep to pump every drop into your quivering womb.

He collapses on top of you, dazed fingers tracing the curve of your belly, sticky with your combined mess. "...Take root. Let me feel it."

He takes you 2 more times to make sure.

Month 3

The door is unlocked.

You stare at it.

At first, you think it’s a trick. A test, a mind game, something cruel designed to break you further. It has to be. Your pulse quickens, hands twitching at your sides, instincts screaming at you to run.

But you don’t. Not yet.

The chain around your wrist had been the first to go, within the first month, when he realized you weren’t stupid enough to try anything reckless. Then, just a week ago, he had started leaving doors inside the house unlocked, granting you access to the rest of the space, as if that meant anything at all.

You remember how he had sat beside you on the bed, his voice low, almost absentminded as he toyed with the ends of your hair.

"You don’t fight me anymore."

The words had settled deep in your stomach, wrong and suffocating, bile creeping up your throat. You had stayed silent, too exhausted to recoil, too numb to pull away when his fingers traced down to the nape of your neck, pressing lightly, as if mapping something fragile beneath his touch.

"You’re so good for me now."

His hand had lingered for just a second too long before finally pulling away.

"I can trust you, right?"

You hate it. Hate him. But still, you couldn’t stay in that claustrophobic room forever. You wandered around the house many times, memorizing the layout. There wasn’t much worth noting. Nothing that could be turned into a makeshift weapon or a lockpick of any kind.

There was one door that had always remained locked. The front door.

And now it isn’t.

Your breath comes unsteady. You know better than to believe in coincidences.

There was a time you hadn’t been afraid.

(A cool autumn morning. A quiet street. The weight of Satoru’s arm slung over your shoulder as the two of you walked side by side, his steps effortlessly falling into rhythm with yours.

"If anything bad ever happens," he had said, his voice light, playful, "just call for me, okay?"

You scoffed, nudging him with your elbow. "Oh? And what exactly would you do?"

Satoru grinned, tossing an arm around you, pulling you in close with a casual, effortless strength. "I’d protect you, obviously."

"From what?" you teased. "A stray cat?"

"From anything," he said, voice so easy, so sure. "Doesn’t matter what. Just call for me, and I’ll keep you safe. No matter what.")

And back then, you had believed him.

The warmth of that moment lingers in your chest like phantom smoke.

Its cruel, really. How the memory comes to you now, when that same Satoru is the one you need protection from.

Your breathing stutters.

Your mind screams at you that this isn’t real, that this isn’t possible, that it’s a trap-

But hope is a disease. A sickness that clings to your ribs even after everything. Even now, knowing what you know, after all he’s done, a part of you still wants to believe.

The outside world shouldn’t exist anymore. There’s nothing left for you. Nothing left but him.

But what if… against all logic, against all odds, this time, he truly just forgot? What if it had slipped his mind, just this once? What if you could step forward, reach for the handle, and-

Your body moves before your mind can come up with a denial.

You step forward.

Because what else do you have left in these empty walls but the faint, desperate ache of hope?

You’re barefoot, breath held in your throat. The world tilts around you as you move as quietly as possible.

The floor creaks.

You stop immediately, heart racing, waiting for a voice behind you, for a rough hand to grab your wrist-

Nothing.

He must still be asleep. You don’t plan on sticking around long enough to find out.

You step forward again, slower this time. You lift a trembling hand. Your fingertips brush the handle, the metal cool against your damp skin.

The handle turns.

For a moment, you don’t move.

It feels unreal, impossible, like something that should shatter the second you dare to believe in it. The world outside is right there, just a breath away, the space beyond the door yawning open into something dark and endless. You push it open slowly, inch by inch, scared to break the moment, scared to let yourself hope.

And then, you feel it.

The air shifts.

A night breeze brushes against your skin, featherlight and cool, the first time in months you've felt anything that wasn’t him. It carries the scent of rain soaked earth, of distant asphalt, of a world that still exists beyond these walls. It smells like freedom. Like everything you had nearly forgotten.

Your throat tightens. Your knees threaten to buckle.

I could run.

You step forward, afraid it’ll disappear. A shaking hand reaches forward, the tips of your fingers barely grazing the open air. You feel it. You feel it.

There’s a presence behind you.

It’s not sound that gives him away.

Not footsteps. Not breath. Not even the rustle of fabric.

Just a feeling. Something impossible, inescapable, pressing in from all sides, curling tight around your throat before you even hear his voice.

"Going somewhere?"

The door slams shut, cutting off that cool air, along with any remaining hope you ever dared to have.

You barely have time to gasp before you’re roughly pulled back.

He moves so fast. Too fast. His arm is wrapped around your middle as he yanks you back against him, your body colliding with the solid warmth of his chest.

"You really disappoint me, you know that?" His voice is calm, almost amused.

His fingers tighten around your waist, his breath tickling your ear as he sighs.

"I thought we were making progress."

You struggle. You twist, kick, claw at his arms, but his grip doesn’t falter. If anything, it tightens, until you can barely breathe.

"Shh. Stop struggling. This is already going to be bad for you. Don't make it worse."

You can barely hear his words, heart pounding in your ears.

He drags you back, grip unyielding, and your stomach coils with primal fear.

No. No, no, no-

He throws you face first on the bed, the breath leaving your lungs in a strangled gasp. He doesn’t give you a chance to get back up, straddling you, hands pinning your wrists above your head.

"You tried to run."

Gojo exhales slowly, and his smile is almost sad.

"You’re quite stupid, aren’t you?"

Your body shakes. "Please," you choke out. "Please-"

His grip on your wrists only tightens.

"Please what?"

Your mouth opens, but no words came out.

Gojo hums, tilting his head.

"Try that again… and I’ll make sure you have no legs to run with."

You try to struggle against him as he removes your clothes, lifts your hips up. But he’s always been stronger. The strongest.

But there’s something more than that. Lately your body feels different. Heavier, unsteady, like it isn’t yours.

You claw at the sheets desperately as he forces his cock into your unprepared ass. He muffles your cries by shoving your face into the bed. It’s all too much. You can hardly breathe. Your head feels light.

 “Here’s your lesson,” he’s snarling, fingers bruising your hips as he thrusts. “You don’t get to leave. You don’t get to leave me.” Blood drips down your thighs to stain the sheets below.

“Beg,” he hisses, pulling you up by your hair to meet his gaze. “Beg to live, beg to die, I don’t care-

/

Satoru can’t sleep.

It starts as a whisper. It’s so faint he barely notices, blending into the steady hum of his own thoughts. But then it sharpens, curling around his brain, sinking into his skin.

"You should end it."

His fingers twitch.

He’s sitting on the edge of the bed of your shared bed, body hunched forward, elbows braced against his knees. His head feels wrong, like there’s something crawling just beneath his skull, eating him alive. He squeezes his eyes shut, drags his palms over his face.

The whisper doesn’t stop.

"She will never love you."

His teeth clench. His hands tremble. The air in the room is suddenly too thick, pressing down on him, suffocating. He wants it to stop.

"You’ve already lost her. This isn’t love. What a joke."

His fingers dig into his temples. Shut up shut up shut up-

The mattress creaks as he moves. Without fully knowing why, he’s reaching under it, fingers fumbling blindly until they close around something cold.

Metal.

The knife.

His last resort. His last grip on reason.

He pulls it out, stares at it, watches the way the dim light catches the blade.

And the whisper-. No. His own mind laughs at him.

"You know what you have to do, don’t you?"

He swallows, throat dry, hand tightening around the hilt.

You could end it here.

Stop this before it gets worse.

He turns his head, gaze falling to you.

You’re asleep. Curled on your side, your breathing soft and steady, face turned toward him in the faintest glow of the lantern. Even in slumber, the evidence of what he’s done is still there. Faint tear tracks, dried on your cheeks. A bruise darkening along your wrist. A sharp contrast to the peaceful rise and fall of your chest.

Satoru exhales shakily, gripping the knife with both hands.

He moves. Slowly, carefully, he kneels beside you.

He lifts the blade.

It hovers above your throat, just a breath away from your skin. His hands shake violently. He grips the handle so tightly his knuckles go white.

One motion. That’s all it would take.

One movement, and you would be free.

But would he?

His breath catches.

You shift slightly in your sleep, your face scrunching, brow furrowing as if sensing something. Even in unconsciousness, your body is still afraid.

A thousand voices crawl beneath his skin.

"Do it."

"This is mercy."

His hands tremble uncontrollably. His lungs burn. He can feel his pulse in his skull, thudding, screaming.

His arms refuse to move.

Something inside him, some desperate, clawing part of him, won’t let go.

He exhales a breath he didn’t even realize he’d been holding. The knife suddenly feels too heavy in his hands.

He lowers it.

He doesn’t put it back right away. Just sits there, kneeling beside you, staring at your sleeping face, listening to your quiet breathing.

Then, finally, he shoves the knife back under the mattress.

The whispering doesn’t stop. He ignores it.

He lies down beside you, body sinking into the mattress. He squeezes his eyes shut, exhales slowly, tries to let sleep take him.

But the knife is there. Even hidden beneath the mattress, he can feel it.

It presses against his skin, cold metal, even though it shouldn’t. It lingers in his thoughts, even though he doesn’t want it to.

The weight of his conscience. The last remnants of the part of him that knew better.

Month 6

The world has started to blur around the edges.

You feel it in the way time slips through your fingers, the days bleeding into each other with nothing to mark them except the slow, aching stretch of your body, the weight of something growing inside you, the creeping sensation that this is it. This is what life has become. There is no more before. There is no after either. Only this house, these walls, and him.

Satoru seems happy.

It should unsettle you more than it does, the way he carries himself now, light and loose. You, of course, don’t know how he once hovered over you with a knife, shaking from the weight of his sins.

He moves without hesitation, no longer flinching at the sound of his own name, no longer stopping to second guess his own actions. The hesitation, the doubt, the guilt (if there ever was any) is gone. The whispers that once plagued him have dulled, become easier to ignore. He barely remembers the knife that lies beneath him.

But you remember.

You feel it more than he does now, the weight of something unresolved pressing down on you, suffocating you in ways you don’t have the words to explain.

You sit at the table, staring down at a meal you don’t want. The bowl in front of you is carefully prepared, the steam curling up in soft ribbons, carrying the scent of something that should be comforting. You don’t taste it, even as you force yourself to eat, one slow bite after another. Satoru is watching you from across the table, propping his chin on his hand, his mouth curled in a quiet, satisfied smile.

"See?" he murmurs, nodding toward the bowl. "Told you I’m not useless in the kitchen."

You don’t answer right away. Your body moves on muscle memory alone, lips parting, chopsticks lifting, food pressing against your tongue before you even register it happening. There is no pleasure in eating, no sensation beyond the way your throat tightens against the effort of swallowing.

Satoru hums, pleased with your compliance. "You used to be such a picky eater," he muses, tapping his fingers lightly against the wooden table.

Something stirs at the back of your mind, a memory so distant it almost feels like it belongs to someone else.

(A winter evening. The kind where the air was crisp and heavy with the scent of street food, steam rising from crowded stalls. The golden glow of streetlights had cast soft halos around the people rushing past, their hurried footsteps blending into the distant hum of the city.

Satoru had been grinning at you over a steaming bowl of food, his chopsticks expertly gathering a bite that was soaked in sauces, stacked high with toppings, an abomination of flavors that should never have coexisted.

"You’re disgusting," you said flatly, watching in horror as he mixed everything together into a chaotic mess.

"You’re just jealous of my sophisticated palate," he teased, lifting a particularly overloaded bite to his lips. He chewed with an exaggerated look of satisfaction, then paused, eyes flicking toward you, something mischievous gleaming behind them.

"Here, try some."

Your face scrunched in horror. "Absolutely not."

But Satoru had already leaned forward, chopsticks aimed directly at your mouth, his grin widening when you had instinctively flinched back.

"C’mon, live a little."

"Gojo, no-"

"Gojo, yes-"

The chopsticks had pressed against your lips, and you’d twisted away, laughing, shoving at his arm and sending food flying in the process. He had gasped, scandalized, but the way his laughter spilled into the night made something warm settle in your chest.)

Was any of it real?

The food on your tongue is tasteless, the moment nothing more than another act of survival. You set your chopsticks down, hands tightening into your lap, staring past the bowl, past Satoru, past everything.

"It’s good," you murmur, the words leaving you like an exhale, weightless and empty.

Satoru beams. "Told you."

He’s completely unaware of the nausea twisting through your stomach.

The days pass like this, slow and unchanging, until the world outside feels like nothing more than a dream you barely remember. Satoru treats you differently now. There is no more violence, not in the way there was before. He sleeps beside you every night, arm draped over your waist, breath warm against your skin. He brings you gifts, little things meant to make the house feel more like home.

You don’t tell him that it never will be.

One afternoon, he takes you outside.

The air feels different on your skin, the sunlight kissing your face in a way that almost makes you dizzy. You wonder for just a moment. If you can make it past the porch.

If I ran now, would he kill me?

Would that be better than this?

Satoru shifts, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your face.

You don’t flinch. You don’t pull away.

You just sit there. Still. Quiet.

You know he would never let you leave him. You have no life apart from him. The growing mass in your stomach reminds you of it every day.

Satoru stretches beside you, arms lifting in a lazy motion, tilting his face up to the sky.

"Nice out, huh?"

You don’t answer.

You barely register the warmth of his hand when it presses over your stomach, fingers curling gently over the growing swell of life inside you.

"Any name ideas?" he asks, voice light, almost teasing, as if this is something normal, something that belongs in casual conversation.

Something inside you cracks.

You let out a quiet, bitter laugh.

"It’s not going to live."

The words cut through the air, sharp and irrevocable.

Satoru tenses. His fingers twitch against your stomach, his grip tightening slightly before he exhales slowly, voice dropping into something softer.

"Don’t say things like that," he murmurs. "Of course it is."

The certainty in his tone is nauseating.

You look at him then, and for the first time, you see it clearly. The belief in his eyes, the absolute, unshakable certainty that this life he’s built around you is real, that there is a future here, that the two of you will raise this child together, and you will play the role he has carved out for you.

The weight of it is unbearable.

You don’t want to do this anymore.

You don’t want to be here.

You don’t want to exist in this house, in this life, in this body that is no longer yours.

You aren’t sure when the tears start. You aren’t sure when Satoru reaches over, brushing his fingers against your cheek, tilting your chin up with a quiet, murmured, "Shh. Don’t cry."

You wonder why it feels as though he’s holding back tears of his own.

/

That night, as he drifts off beside you, Satoru feels the absence of something he once held close.

Something that, a few months ago, had weighed against his back every time he lay down.

Something that had whispered to him in the dark, begged him to listen, to wake up, to realize what he was doing.

There’s no voice now. No whispering.

The knife is still under the bed, but Satoru barely feels it anymore.

Maybe he’s almost gone, too.

Month 9

The house is quiet.

It always is, now. The world outside doesn’t exist. There is no more passing time, no change in seasons, no difference between morning and night. It’s just you and him and the rotting child inside you, a grotesque imitation of a family.

You sit on the bed, motionless, staring at nothing. The weight of your body feels heavier than ever, your limbs sluggish, your mind clouded. You barely feel real anymore. Every movement is slow, deliberate, a distant echo of someone else’s actions. You breathe because you have to. You eat because it keeps him from forcing it down your throat. You exist because he will not let you die.

Something breaks.

Maybe it’s the way he looks at you. The way his hand brushes against your belly with something disturbingly tender, something hopeful. Maybe it’s the way his voice, so light, so falsely warm, slips into idle talk about the future. The nursery. The first steps. The way he truly believes there is a tomorrow for all of you.

Maybe it’s the realization that he has won.

That there is no escaping this. That you will be here forever. That even if your body survives this birth, you will not.

The thought grips your chest like a vice, and suddenly you can’t breathe. Your pulse spikes, the air in the room too thick, pressing down on you from all angles.

(The two of you had once laid under the stars together, talking about the future. The world had felt endless then, stretching wide above you in a sea of constellations, infinite and untouched.

"What do you think we’ll be doing ten years from now?" you had asked, voice soft, curious, as you turned your head to look at him.

Satoru had been lying beside you, one arm folded beneath his head, the other lazily twirling a blade of grass between his fingers. He hummed, long and thoughtful, as if truly considering the question.

"I don’t know what I’ll be doing," he admitted, eyes tracing the patterns in the sky. "But I know wherever I am, whatever happens," his voice softened, gaze flickering back to yours. "I’ll find my way back to you."

You laughed, nudging his shoulder. "That’s cheesy."

"Hey," he’d grinned, nudging you back, "I mean it, you know.")

You no longer recognize the man standing in front of you.

"Kill me."

A silence stretches between you, taut and trembling.

Satoru stills. His entire body goes rigid, muscles locking as if the words have reached into his chest and squeezed.

His voice is quiet. Too quiet. "What did you just say?"

You don’t hesitate this time.

"I said just kill me already-"

The slap comes before you can finish.

Your head snaps to the side, a burst of pain erupting through your skull as your cheek explodes in fire. You hear the sharp crack of it before you even register what’s happened. The force knocks you off balance, sending you half-sprawled against the mattress, your trembling fingers cradling the fresh, throbbing sting. Your lip is split, the sharp tang of blood filling your mouth.

Satoru stares down at you, breathing heavily, something wild burning behind his eyes.

"Kill you?" His voice is hoarse, disbelieving, panicky. He lets out a shaky exhale, running a hand down his face, gripping his jaw as if trying to steady himself. Then he laughs. Short, sharp, humorless. "Kill you?" His hand trembles as he gestures vaguely between you, between your stomach, his breath shuddering out of him. "And what? Leave our child without a mother? You think I’d do that? You think I’d let you leave me like that?"

The air crackles with something unstable, something desperate. His voice is breaking apart, unraveling at the edges, the last remnants of his control slipping through his fingers.

"You want to die?" His teeth grit together, his hands curling into fists. "No. No, you don’t get to die. You don’t get to do that to me. You don’t get to leave me alone. We have a family now. We have something now. Don’t you get it?" His voice fractures, barely more than a breath. "You can’t leave me."

Your body shakes as you curl into yourself, hands cradling your belly as if trying to protect the only part of you that’s still alive. Sobs wrack through you, weak and broken, spilling from your lips in quiet murmurs.

"Why…? Why me…?"

Satoru watches you crumple into yourself, his breath hitching in his throat. His pupils are blown wide, his chest heaving. He drags a hand through his hair, fingers tangling in the strands, tugging sharply as if trying to physically ground himself.

"Why you?" The laugh that escapes him is hollow, barely more than an exhale, shaking at the edges. He sways slightly, his balance off, his body betraying the panic surging through his veins. He looks at you, really looks at you, sees the dark circles under your eyes, the gauntness of your face, the sheer emptiness in your expression. He sees the wreckage of what you used to be.

He swallows thickly.

"Because… I love you. You… you loved me too. Didn’t you?"

The words taste like ash. The scorched remains of a love that’s long gone.

He staggers forward, falling to his knees before you, hands reaching out but not touching. His fingers hover over your face, then your stomach, trembling as if he’s afraid that if he presses too hard, you’ll shatter completely.

"You should’ve died with the others," he whispers, voice barely above a breath. "I should’ve let you. I should’ve-"

His voice cracks. His whole body trembles as he finally collapses. His arms wrap around you, dragging you forward until your face is crushed against his chest, his nose buried in your hair. His grip is suffocating, too tight, too desperate, rocking you both as he lets out a choked sob.

"I can’t." The words come out strangled, broken. "If you die…, what will I…?"

There’s nothing left of his strength now, nothing left of the careful, artificial control he had been maintaining. His body trembles against yours, his breath uneven, his fingers digging into your back like you might slip through them if he lets go for even a second.

He stays there for a long time. He doesn’t speak, just holds you, his forehead pressing against the crown of your head, his breath coming in sharp, uneven exhales.

You can feel his reverse cursed energy mending your split lip with clumsy, frantic precision.

He tucks you into bed, smoothing the blanket over you with careful, deliberate hands. You’re unresponsive, your body still trembling slightly even as exhaustion weighs down your limbs. He thinks you’ve fallen asleep.

Maybe you have. Maybe you haven’t.

Satoru kneels beside the bed, resting his chin against the mattress, his eyes fixed on the soft rise and fall of your stomach beneath the blanket. His fingers twitch, reaching out, then retracting, hovering uselessly in the space between you.

"Tomorrow…" he murmurs, hesitating, voice thick, breath catching slightly. He swallows hard, his gaze lingering on your belly, his expression unreadable.

"…I’ll get you that candy. The sweet ones you…"

His sentence trails off. He doesn’t finish it, knowing you’re not listening.

His hands move without thinking, sliding beneath the mattress, fingers reaching for something cold, something solid-

Nothing.

His brows furrow slightly. He reaches again, searching, feeling for the familiar weight of metal, but there is nothing.

The knife is gone.

His breath stutters. A strange, hollow sensation curls in his chest, spreading through his limbs, something unidentifiable gnawing at the back of his mind.

Was there ever a knife to begin with?

He doesn’t know anymore.

He’s too tired to care.

Tomorrow. (Was it so wrong?)

Tomorrow, he’ll come back with the candy, and apologize. (Satoru Gojo, born to live and die as nothing more than a weapon.)

Tomorrow, everything will be okay. (Was it so wrong for him to cling on to the one thing, the one person who made him feel human?)

Tomorrow-

But there is no tomorrow.

Not for you. Not for him. This was always how it was going to end, wasn’t it?

/

It’s a beautiful spring day. Trees rustle softly, cicadas hum in the distance, the warmth of afternoon sunlight spills golden across the floorboards.

Satoru doesn’t notice any of it.

His attention is on the plastic bag in his hand, fingers curled loosely around it, the weight of its contents feeling heavier than it should. He turns it absently, peering through the translucent sheen at the colorful wrappers inside. It had taken him nearly an hour to find them, scouring shop after shop, fingers drumming against his thigh, voice tight as he repeated the name to each store clerk.

And now he has them.

It would be okay.

Everything would be okay.

He opens the door.

The bag slips from his grasp before he even realizes it.

He’s greeted by the sight of your hanging corpse, bathed in the soft glow of afternoon light.

His body locks, every muscle seizing, his breath stolen clean from his lungs. The world narrows to a single, suffocating point. You, swaying ever so slightly, the fabric rope taut around your throat, your feet dangling lifelessly above the floor. The air shifts with your movement, a gentle, almost imperceptible motion, like the house itself is breathing.

His eyes catch the raw, bloody crescents on your fingertips, the dried streaks beneath your nails where you had clawed at the rope in those final frantic seconds. Pieces of your clothing are torn, tattered pieces missing from the hem, now knotted above you, tied together in a noose.

The bag of candy hits the floor.

The rustling sound is deafening in the silence.

"No."

His vision fractures, the edges of the room twisting, warping, wrong. His legs move before he can even think, a sharp stumble forward, fingers reaching for you, pulling you down-

Your body collapses into his arms, cold, limp, gone.

His Infinity flickers violently, crackling like a dying flame, his cursed energy reacting to his unraveling mind. He grips you tighter, cradling your weight against his chest, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. Your head lolls, lifeless, against his shoulder. Your eyes, half-lidded, stare up at the ceiling, unfocused, unseeing.

You look so peaceful.

It isn’t fair.

A choked sob catches in his throat as he lowers you onto the ground, his hands moving in frantic motions. His cursed energy surges, bright and erratic, spilling from his fingertips as he presses them to your chest, trying to force life back into you.

"Come back." The words shake, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Come back, you selfish bitch! You don’t get to-"

The baby kicked.

His entire body seizes.

His wide, trembling gaze drops to your stomach. His eyes lock onto the movement, the subtle shift beneath the curve of your belly, the tiny drag of a foot against your skin.

Still alive.

His hands move without thought, tearing fabric aside, pressing against your stomach as if he can somehow hold onto that last, flickering sign of life. His breath hitches, a noise trapped between a sob and a laugh, his mind spinning, fracturing, trying to grasp at something, anything-

Something inside him snaps, utterly and completely, as he stumbles back, collapsing beside the mattress. His fingers twitch as they move beneath it, reaching, searching.

The knife is there.

The metal handle is cool, the weight familiar. He grips it tightly, his chest heaving, his pulse hammering against his ribs. His mind is eerily blank as he turns back to you, to your still form, to the stomach that still holds something alive.

He knows what he has to do.

The blade sinks in.

The room fills with the wet, slick sound of flesh parting, of muscle and tissue yielding beneath sharp steel. Blood sprays, painting his arms, his chest, pooling on the ground beneath you. He barely notices. His hands move with surgical precision, parting skin, slipping into warmth, searching.

And then, a cry.

Thin, sharp, alive.

His breath shudders as he lifts the infant into his arms, the tiny body slick with blood and fluid, so small, skin still flushed and new. The baby writhes in his grasp, fragile and helpless, its cries cutting through the thick, suffocating silence of the room.

He clutches it to his chest, his own body wracked with trembling sobs, pressing his bloodied lips against its damp forehead, rocking back and forth. His arms curl protectively around the tiny, screaming form, his breath coming in harsh, broken gasps.

"Shh. Shh, it’s okay," he whispers, voice raw, shaking. "I’m here. I’ve got you. We’re okay. We’re okay."

The words are senseless. A lie even he doesn’t believe.

His gaze flickers to the side, to you, still sprawled lifelessly where he left you, eyes dull, empty, never to see again.

It trails a little farther, to the bag of candy.

It sits where it fell, candy spilling out on the floor. Blood is streaked all over the wrappers, staining them red.

His throat tightens violently, his grip on the child trembling as something cold washes over him, the final, crushing realization settling in like an avalanche.

He ruined you.

He ruined everything.

His gaze lowers back to the baby in his arms. The tiny chest rising and falling. The delicate fingers curling, uncurling.

His own fingers tighten around the knife.

The steel glints in the dim light, poised over the baby’s throat.

He exhales shakily, pressing his lips to its hair, eyes fluttering closed.

"We’ll follow her," he whispers, breath warm against fragile skin. His fingers press tighter, the blade steady, certain.

"Together."

thank you for reading to the end. let’s cry together 😭☹️ the knife was symbolism for his last remaining sense of rationality, and the candy symbolic of her innocence. i was lowkey tweaking out while writing this

[revelboo]

my dear revel! i kindly ask for some crumbs to cheer up! just had a major slap in the face with my valentine backing out on me last moment and would like a bit of positivity:,D

Sure! I’m also in the lonely hearts club this year, so I get it

Tarn Scenario

Tarn x Reader

• Servos ghosting against the back of your neck, there’s something fascinating with how fragile you are. The feel of your heart beating against him as he lays on his back under you, mass shifted to be closer to your size. The blasphemy of all of this. Of wanting, needing you near him when he shouldn’t want anything to do with an organic. Shouldn’t care about you at all. And you shift on top of him, a leg sliding against his inner thigh as he threads his servos into your hair. Waiting on those sleepy eyes to open for him.

• Yawning as his servos gently fist in your hair, you brush your mouth against the warm mesh of his neck. “Five more minutes,” you mumble when his other hand slides down your spine to cup your butt. And squeezes to make you squirm against him, eyes opening to find those red optics watching you from behind his mask. Still not trusting you with his real face and you feel that rejection twist through you over and over.

• “Lazy human,” he growls affectionately, stilling as you sit up on him and just lean over, forehead against his mask. Eyes inches from his optics. Tensing, he waits for you to make a grab for his mask. To anger him again. Instead you just close your eyes and don’t move. “I know you’re not asleep again.” Hears you mumble what sounds suspiciously like ‘five more minutes’ again even though he still has no idea how long a minute is.

• He’s warm under you and you just want to curl against him. Be held in his arms. Pretend that this is okay and not so broken between you. How many times has he fucked you and you still don’t know what’s under that mask? That need to see tempered with the fear of making him angry again. Because you remember the last time. What he’d done to you back before you could even understand each other. He’d nearly killed you he’d been so angry and part of you still fears him even now. You’ve never tried to bring up what had happened. Never asked about it because you don’t want him that angry with you ever again.

• Your head lifts and he’s not sure what that expression is, but he doesn’t like it. He’s seen it before, more than once and it twists unpleasantly through his spark every time. “What is it, little human?” Rubbing a servo against your jaw before catching your chin when you won’t look him in the optics. And you lash out grabbing his hand, tensing. Fear. You’re afraid of him? “Talk to me.”

• He won’t let go, those optics narrowing behind his mask and you push at his hand as your heart begins to race. Will he get angry if you don’t answer? Will he punish you again? And you don’t even realize you’re crying until he frowns and runs a servo against your cheek, venting softly. Sitting up and gathering you to him. You can’t stop trembling when he bands his arms around you and rests his chin on top of your head. Unable to say a word as he just holds you and begins softly singing to you, his voice deep and beautiful even though you can’t understand what he’s singing.

[xylatox]

Loving you is forever, a Lee Heeseung fic by Kiki :) I'm so excited to finally read it!!

(I reblogged this on the wrong account for a sec lmfao oops)

I just wanna say, her daughter's names being Heejin and having the same starting syllables as Heeseung is so cute whether it was intentional or not. And her nickname being Bambi:(((( I bet she has boba eyes like her dad, this is so cute:((

karina is your best friend, sister even, you have known each other since you were little, even though she was only a few months older than you she was often that older sister you never had, guiding you through new experiences together and you just wished that when you grew up together, you realized sooner that she was also navigating those new experiences alongside you.— already loving the sisterly bond she has with Karina despite not being blood related. Reader staying in Seattle 👀 I wonder what's her relationship with Jay lol, I can't help but think about it.

Omg they're cousins😭 that is so cute, I already love the calm and chaotic duo vibes they have going on thats so heartwarming.—when you got in trouble for getting a C- on your chemistry exam, jay vouched for you and said that the chemistry teacher at your high school was sexist and punished all the girls in the class. — LMFAO😭😭😭 no but if a teacher ever did this that's actually insane. I love seeing all the memories reader and Jay have shoeing how deep their relationship is, it's so cute.

His relationship with his niece is so cute too like, the nicknames🥹🥹 I'm softly.—“yes… bambi. it’s her favorite movie so i nicknamed her bambi…” you respond, trying to avoid his stare. “no other reason?” he asks and you shoot him a glare. “alright alright. i’ll drop it. it’s a cute nickname anyway.” he confesses and you mutter a small thank you, thankful that he’s not prying any longer. — Jay and I on the same wavelength frfr.

Getting the history between reader and Hee:(((( omg, I'm so sad and the fact that only Jay knows Hee is the dad ahhhh :((

she looks up at you with her big doe eyes and for a second you see the uncanny resemblance of her and her father. “mama, who is my dad?” the question comes as a shock to you because although she had asked before, she’s never let the absence of her father trouble her the way it has now. your mouth slightly opens at her question but you quickly recollect yourself so she doesn’t notice your demeanor falter, afraid that your expression could cause her more worry if she was to realize how you reacted to her question. — going to cry my eyes out, poor baby :(((((

even if it made him feel crazy because love makes you do crazy things. — Hee is so in love with her I'll sob.—you were truly the girl of his dreams and now that you were back; he wasn’t going to let you go so easily like last time. — we love a man who's dedicated. It makes me wonder if reader was afraid or misunderstood things causing her to leave :((( seeing how he dealt with things when she left breaks my heart sm.

you were a bit upset, especially because jay was the one that knew what happened with everything out of all of the people in your life. you made sure to bring this up to your cousin when you had the chance, keeping in mind that jay would get a piece of your mind about this. — reader is so cute, but I definitely think confrontation is best and getting clarity and closure.

“are you ok, yn?” heeseung asked and his voice sounded muffled to you and as he scooted closer, the image of heeseung in your vision blurred and doubled like he was a mirage. you were starting to get light headed and that was when you knew that you were going to faint, the anxiety had taken over your brain and before you knew it your eyes were fluttering closed and heeseung was catching you in his arms before your body could fall over onto the coffee table. — wait omg, this is such a real response, like, I didn't know it happened to others but my anxiety attacks are the exact same way😭

Now the full backstory is known:((( I understand reader's perspective and I absolutely don't blame her for thinking she's a rebound, that's so sad no :( it's just a big misunderstanding, but it will take time to deal with that too but I love that she invited him to Heejin's birthday.

“you know.. not to be a conspiracy theorist but doesn’t heejin look like.. heeseung?” winter asks, whispering to sunghoon as she walks a bit closer to him. “no, i see it too. also, the nickname? we used to say heeseung looks like a baby deer all the time when we were in college and yn nicknamed her daughter bambi?” sunghoon adds and winter looks at him like he’s just spilled the deepest secret one can hold. — it absolutely took them long enough to realize it imo😭

Heejin calling Heeseung dad by mistake and him not even knowing its his child yet, my heart can't take it.

Omg, I absolutely loved the ending, I loved how they resolved their misunderstandings and just became a completed family. Their dynamic is so cute and I'm so glad they got their happy ending.

loving you is forever ⋆˚ʚɞ

pairing: lee heeseung x reader 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ ♡

synopsis: after a one night stand leaves you with a lasting memory of the boy you left behind in the name of your daughter, heejin. you finally decide that it was time to move back home to south korea after living abroad for the last 5 years. reuniting with your old friends was everything you could've wished for as they welcomed you and your daughter; but you don't think you could ever prepare yourself to face the father of your child.

warnings: profanity, kissing, suggestive, mentions of hooking up/one night stands, drinking, characters are in their late 20s, absent father!heeseung (but its not his fault) implying that they didn't use a condom (wrap it up!!), overall 18+

genre: single mom!reader x heeseung, old friends to lovers, kind of exes to lovers, one night stand, angst, romance, drama, hurt/comfort, slow burn-ish

wc: 16558 (idk what happened i swear i blanked out writing this)

hoonieyun notes: she's finally here djfkd it took so long to finish this because i didn't want to rush it and feel like i just had to get it done to get it done. i really hope you all enjoyed this piece of work, i loved writing it and i just want to say: happy valentine's day!! you are all so deserving to be loved and surrounded by those who love you <3

the days of being in seoul, south korea felt just like yesterday when you were a college student awake at 3am eating a hot bowl of ramen after a long night of studying. ramen was your favorite thing back then but as you’ve gotten older, the days of being a broke college student turned into meticulous routine based days where all your focus went to raising your daughter, heejin. 

ramen was your favorite, past tense. 

you cut the habit of eating ramen so often because you needed to choose healthier options for yourself, setting an example for your daughter that although convenient and inexpensive, eating instant ramen so often wasn’t the healthiest for you. 

even though you were her mom, your daughter taught you a lot and you were constantly learning as you grew together. she taught you new habits that made living better like learning to take it easy and lounging around the house with your favorite snacks while watching your favorite show was the best way to clear your head and relax. 

you also learned that your previous lifestyle of putting others over yourself was something that would stay with you as you’d do anything for your daughter even if it meant that you sacrifice things that are meant for you if it means that your daughter would have what she wanted. 

the air when stepping outside of the airport is crisp, the snow has melted into a thin layer of water coating the ground and it’s slightly cold but nothing a puffer coat couldn’t fix. you looked over to your daughter who was fiddling with the zipper on her own puffer coat, “bambi, you have to keep your jacket on or you’ll get sick.” you softly tell your daughter as you crouch down to her level, zipping her coat back up and adjusting the hood of her hoodie that she had layered under. she pouts to herself but ultimately knows better than to argue because she knows mom is right and because she hates being sick. 

when heejin was 4 years old, she had gotten a cold for the first time and although she enjoyed being at home cuddled up under a fuzzy blanket with her favorite plush toy; she hated having a runny nose and being forced to take the yucky medicine, her words not yours– although you agree. 

your phone rings and karina’s contact photo lights up on the screen, “hi, yn! i’m here, what pick-up area are you at?” she asks on the other end of the phone, slightly louder than usual so you assume she’s yelling into her car’s built in phone call feature to avoid having to drive with her phone in her hand. you tell her that you’re at arrivals 12 and soon enough you can see karina driving up to you and heejin in her silver suv. karina is your best friend, sister even, you have known each other since you were little, even though she was only a few months older than you she was often that older sister you never had, guiding you through new experiences together and you just wished that when you grew up together, you realized sooner that she was also navigating those new experiences alongside you. 

“yn!! it’s been so long!!!” karina cheers as she steps out of her car, rounding the vehicle to give you a warm hug, rocking the two of you side to side as you wrap your own arms around her. “been too long.” she says, emphasizing the words like you were away for a long time. in a lot of ways you were. 5 years is a lot of time away from someone but to you those 5 years went by so much faster.

“is this heejin?” she asks, crouching down to your daughter so she can greet the child. “hi heejin, im aunt karina but you can call me rina, ok?” she says, softly shaking heejin’s small hand with two fingers. “hi auntie rina!” heejin says happily, throwing her hands into the air with a smile. 

your daughter was probably the most cheerful and joyful child you’ve ever met. she never threw fits, rarely cried after the age of 2, and was very social with strangers. flashing her cute smile that would instantly melt stranger’s hearts garnering you a, “such a cute baby!” every time they’d see her. 

karina stands back up straight and helps you pack your luggage into her trunk, “is this all you brought?” she asks and you explain that you didn’t want to pack too many things because moving with a lot of belongings would make it difficult. you had only flown with 4 suitcases and had 2 boxes shipped over from your old home. opting to only take what truly was important and other material things could simply just be repurchased. 

you and karina share another hug before strapping your daughter into her carseat and taking a seat into the passenger side of the car. you and karina catch up like no time has passed, acting like you two were only separated for a few days when in reality it was 5 years. of course the two of you spoke on the phone every now and then while you were abroad but the time difference interfered. 

“how was seattle? do you miss it already?” she asks and you have to think about the question. do you miss seattle? or were you happy to be back. 

“i'm not sure to be honest. i don’t think ive been away long enough to miss it yet.” you simply say and she nods, “well i know you must’ve seoul. i know we missed you.” she says, glancing over to you 

you smile at her remark and tell her that you’ve missed korea and her a lot. those 5 years in seattle went by fast because of your daughter but being away from all of your friends and even your parents was tough. you stayed with your aunt and uncle who lived in seattle who so kindly opened their home for you and 2 years after giving birth to heejin, you had enough saved up to get the two of you a small but perfect 1 bedroom apartment. it was enough for the two of you but to your daughter it was like she was living in a castle; and that’s all that mattered– knowing your daughter was happy. 

“you ok?” karina asks and you’re brought back to reality. “yeah, just reminiscing i guess.” you respond and karina chuckles. 

“don’t tell me you’re already thinking about going back? you can’t leave just yet, i’m not letting you go.” karina retorts and the two of you burst out into laughter. you reassure her that you weren’t going to leave korea any time soon and that you’d have ample amount of time together to catch up and make so many more memories. 

“plus, i’ve got 5 years to catch up with my favorite niece. right, heejin?” she asks, looking over to your daughter in the rearview mirror. “yes aunty rina!” heejin says cheerfully. you laugh at them both and give karina a funny look, “she’s your only niece dude.” you say and karina shrugs, “and? she’s still my favorite!”. 

the rest of the car ride is filled with more chit chatting and laughing, happy that the two of you are finally reunited and that you weren’t separated by thousands of miles. soon enough karina is pulling up to your home and she’s quite impressed. while living in the states you had saved enough money to purchase a beautiful home here in seoul. 

it’s not the biggest but it has everything you need for you and your daughter. it has 2 rooms and 2 bathrooms, an office space for your work, a big living room with enough space for your daughter to run around in and a backyard for the same reasons. you were happy to have gotten to this point in your life and you were so happy to have a life like this with your daughter. 

karina doesn’t stay long after dropping you off, only staying to help you bring in your things, and do a small tour of your home. “i promise i’ll come back tomorrow! i’ve just got some things i need to finish for work.” she explains and you let her know that it’s fine and thank her endlessly for picking up you and your daughter from the airport. you and heejin wave her goodbye as she drives away. 

you walk back inside still carrying heejin on your hip. “alright, bambi. it’s just you and me, and our new home.” you say softly and heejin smiles at you. 

“just you and me mama!” she says and it makes you smile as you nuzzle your nose with hers. 

⋆˚ʚɞ

the next few days are filled with unpacking boxes, waiting for deliveries of furniture and food, and exploring the neighborhood and town. your car was delivered on your 2nd day back in seoul so thankfully you didn’t have to wait around at home or feel guilty of asking karina to drive you around places since she had her own fair share of responsibilities. 

your other friends have asked you when they could come visit, especially your cousin; jay– who said, “i can’t believe you let karina see my niece and she’s not even blood!” when he found out karina met your daughter before your cousin. 

karina was like your sister but jay was actually blood. jay is your cousin on your mom’s side and you had stayed with his parents while living in seattle until you were able to get a place of your own. he’s a few years younger than you but he was always the wiser of the two of you; he was like the angel on the shoulder of life while you were the devil– however you weren’t evil… just chaotic. 

you, jay, and karina all grew up together so you all had a bond that's unbreakable. people often made comments about how jay was the gentleman he is because of all the women he grew up around and you’d agree. he was the kindest and most mature boy you know and even when he loosened up a bit and got chaotic like you, he was always the level-headed and mature jongseong at the end of the day. 

when you would sneak out with boys in high school, jay would cover for you. 

when you got in trouble for getting a C- on your chemistry exam, jay vouched for you and said that the chemistry teacher at your high school was sexist and punished all the girls in the class. 

when you found out you were pregnant, jay was the first person you called and was right by your side every step of the way up until you were boarding the plane to seattle. 

jay was your rock and you wished he was your brother but a cousin would suffice just as long as he was always there for you. 

you’re about 90% moving into your new home, the last thing that needs to be completed was just tossing out all of the trash and recycling that has accumulated from all of the items you bought or takeout that you’ve been getting so you didn’t have to worry about cooking for the first week of moving back. 

you’ve invited jay over for dinner after he’s insisted on cooking dinner for you and your daughter, claiming that he wants to make a good impression on his niece so he wasn’t necessarily going to take no as an answer, and honestly– a home cooked meal by jay sounded nice. he was a great cook, excellent even, you? not so much. 

you knew how to cook a variety of things but most of it was out of convenience so that you weren’t always eating takeout. your daughter was simple when it came to her taste buds and favorite foods, 80% of the time she just wants to eat chicken and thankfully she doesn’t complain much about having to eat vegetables. however, never brussel sprouts. she hates brussel sprouts. 

it’s around 5PM when you’ve finished putting all of your trash bags outside, giving you just a half hour to freshen up your daughter and you before jay would be arriving. he felt apologetic for not being able to help you move in but you told him that he had nothing to feel sorry for and that you knew he had a busy schedule ever since he took over his dad’s company at the beginning of the year. jay’s dad owned a construction company in seoul and although jay had different passions like music and fashion, he was the type of child to never refuse his parent’s wishes and eventually accepted that he would become the owner when he grew up so there was no point in arguing with his dad. 

he was an only child so it was hard not to feel bad for him and see that he had so many things he wanted to do for his life but was often shortsighted and left responsible for whatever his parents wanted because he was their only child. 

that was probably why you often felt like you needed to bring jay out of shell and loosen up a bit. being so caught up with the responsibilities he had at home, you wanted to make sure that he still had fun as a teenager because his life as an adult was already planned out for him. 

when jay turned 16 you spent all of your christmas money on a guitar he had been talking about for months. jay rarely cried but you remember the pure joy and gratitude in his eyes when he unwrapped the box and saw the familiar leather case he had seen so many times at the guitar shop. you swore you could see his eyes glow from excitement when he unclasped the guitar case and finally saw the instrument on the inside. the fender eric clapton stratocaster electric guitar shined onto his face and you’d never forget the smile on his face as he set aside the guitar next to him so he could get up and give you a hug. telling you how grateful he was and that no one would know how much that gift meant to him besides you. 

after changing yourself and your daughter into a fresh pair of clothes, jay was ringing your doorbell. he barely greets you when you answer the door, placing the bags of ingredients into your arms when you open them for a hug and instead he runs into your home to scoop up his niece into his arms. 

“jinjin!” jay says as he carries her above his head. a nickname they both came up with whenever they’d facetime. 

“uncle jayjay!” she says, giggling at him as he gently tossed her into the air and hugged each other. “yeah i’m here too y’know!” you say, narrowing your eyes at your cousin as you put the bag of groceries down onto your kitchen counter. 

“yn-ieee!!” jay says, setting your daughter down onto the counter next to the groceries and giving you a hug of your own. “been so long cousin!” he says and you hum in agreement. 

“well it’s not like you couldn’t come visit me in seattle!” you say teasingly and jay rolls his eyes, “oh, please! you wouldn’t even let me no matter how hard i tried– plus you know how busy i got after dad passed over the company.” he says and although he didn’t mean it in that way, you felt a slight tinge of guilt. 

“i know, i know jong, just teasing. i missed you.” you say, hugging him again but this time ruffling his hair like you used to do when you were younger. 

“so what’s on the menu today, chef?” you ask as you help him unpack the groceries. 

“yeah, uncle. jinjin hungry!” your daughter says and you and your cousin laugh at your daughter’s remark. as she’s gotten older and has begun watching toddler shows, she’s picked up on their habits of speaking in 3rd person. 

“well, jinjin. uncle jayjay is going to make you ravioli and meatballs. sound good?” he asks, staring at your daughter with a box of ravioli pasta in his hand. 

“ravioli?” she asks and jay nods.

“right, you’re 5; you don’t know what that is.” he mutters and you just chuckle. 

“come on, heejin. why don’t we set up the table while uncle cooks, hmm?” you ask and she nods eagerly– always excited to be a part of the activity in some way or another just as long as she’s included. 

“i want the pink plate!” heejin says as she raises her arms so you could pick her up off the counter and set her on the ground. while you and heejin were at ikea shopping for home supplies, she saw a pink plate with the face of a pig on the top and the tail on the bottom and just had to have it. and honestly, your daughter looked so cute looking at it that you couldn’t say no. as a matter of fact, the plate wasn’t even very expensive and it was cute so it wasn’t a hard decision to say yes. 

jay doesn’t take long to finish cooking dinner; knowing to choose something quick and easy to make so that he could feed the two of you and so he could have ample time to hang out with his niece. 

needless to say, heejin loved the ravioli and was completely baffled at how they got the cheese inside of the pasta– constantly asking jay how they did it as if it was some sort of magical spell to create a ravioli. 

after dinner is over and your daughter insists on dessert, the three of you enjoy some ice cream even though it’s still winter and with jay’s help in convincing you because “ice cream tastes good in every season”. you offered to wash the dishes since jay cooked you dinner and although he insisted on washing the dishes, you told him that it was okay since he could spend more time with his niece instead– to which he didn’t argue. 

the rest of the night was filled with giggles as jay got to hang out with his niece outside of a phone screen. learning so much about her and how similar he was to you. he even got the opportunity to put her to bed when she got sleepy after watching bambi, her favorite movie. 

“bambi, huh?” he asks after the two of you quietly slip out of her bedroom.

“yes… bambi. it’s her favorite movie so i nicknamed her bambi…” you respond, trying to avoid his stare. 

“no other reason?” he asks and you shoot him a glare. “alright alright. i’ll drop it. it’s a cute nickname anyway.” he confesses and you mutter a small thank you, thankful that he’s not prying any longer. 

“i know, she’s cute like a baby deer, what can i say?” 

you and jay find your way into the kitchen, putting away the dishes from the dishwasher and beginning a new topic of conversation. 

“does everyone know you’re back?” jay asks genuinely, not intending to allude to a certain person from your past. 

“yeah, karina and ningning know. i spoke to jake and hoon yesterday and i told them i’d come up with a day they could all come over for dinner.” you explain. 

you had a close friend group going into college. you, karina, and jay all grew up together and early during college you had met ningning, jake, sunghoon, and another… friend. 

the seven of you were inseparable and were always together despite having completely different college majors. you, ningning, and karina all moved in together for the last half of your college career while the guys did the same. you’re all older now and have all of your own lives but most of them kept in touch with you after you decided to move away all of a sudden. 

opting to not ask questions out of respect but always making sure to check up on you every once in a while. 

“should i reopen the groupchat? haven’t seen the silly seven back together in a while.” and just as fast as the words leave his mouth, jay regrets it just as fast. he notices you tense up a bit as you’re putting some dishes away into the cupboard and he realizes he’s made a mistake bringing up your original seven friend group. a certain member becomes a tainted memory inside of your heart that you wished to not remember but are forced to remember in the most endearing and loving way. 

someone you wished you could leave in the past but you’re glad you chose not to as the memory continues to live through your daughter. 

“um, i’ll let you know. i’ve got some things i need to finish up before i start reuniting fully with everyone– plus i still need to get heejin caught up on all of her medical stuff for school so…” you begin to say and jay catches on. 

“ahh, don’t worry about it! just got a bit excited to see everyone back together again. i’ll look forward to it when it comes.” jay says, softly rubbing your back and offering you a smile that you return. 

“thanks jay…” you mutter quietly as you try to avoid his gaze. 

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after three weeks of being back home in korea, you’ve finally gotten somewhat of a routine down as you’ve settled into your new home and neighborhood. you’ve got pretty accustomed to being back in korea and although it’s only been five years since the last time you were here; a lot has changed within those five years. 

you’d wake up on weekdays around 6am to get your day started, making breakfast and your daughter's school lunch before you woke her up at 7am to get her ready for school. she hadn’t started school yet back in the states so you wanted to ensure that you enrolled her into school once you had settled into your home. 

she was surprisingly excited to start school and make new friends. her favorite part of kindergarten so far was break time when she and her classmates would spend 30 minutes a day at the playground. she’d come home with unruly hair opposite of the sleek bun or pigtails she had previously had when you dropped her off. 

when your daughter was at school you’d spend the day cleaning around the home, finishing up the last parts of your move that had to do with papers and legal stuff, and would spend the rest of the time before your daughter got off school to run errands like going to the market or getting used to driving around your neighborhood. 

it's about an hour before your daughter is off of school so you decide to quickly freshen up before heading over to pick her up. 

today, you had plans to have an early dinner with karina as you hadn’t seen her since you had gotten there so it was due time to catch up now that you’ve settled in for the most part. 

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“where are we going, mama?” heejin asks as you help her into her car seat. “getting dinner with auntie rina, remember?” you remind your daughter and she cheers, excited that she gets to see her auntie rina again. 

“why are we eating early? i want chicken!” she says and you just chuckle at her. “ok, i’ll get you chicken, ok?” you say, kissing your thumb and putting it towards her and your daughter does the same, connecting your thumbs, at the same time the two of you turn your hands 180 degrees with your thumbs pointing downwards so that your hands make the shape of a heart.

it was a small gesture the two of you did, a small way to be connected with your daughter through a special handshake between mother and daughter. 

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dinner was filled with laughter as you watched your daughter and karina bond over chicken, your daughter having the time of her life with all of the different flavors of chicken; her favorite being the cheese flavored one. 

“so, when are we getting the gang back together?” karina asks as she places another piece of chicken on heejin’s plate, the both of you watching your daughter pick up the piece of chicken and munch on it like her life depended on it. you tried to tiptoe around her question, afraid that it would only lead to the inevitable that you were constantly postponing. 

karina waves her hand in front of your face as she realizes you’ve somewhat spaced out and reiterates her question, “um.. i’m not sure. i really want to see everyone but you know..” your voice getting quiet at the end of your sentence as you realize only jay, your cousin, knew who heejin’s father was. 

your friends knew of your longtime crush on heeseung when you were all in college and all somewhat knew that you’ve avoided him because of some reason that you haven’t told them. there were theories amongst the friends of why you no longer spoke to heeseung but only jay knew the reason. your friends didn’t want to pry but curiosity always filled their minds whenever they would think about you or see the photos you posted online of you and your daughter. with all of the theories they came up with, no one seemed to put together the most obvious reason and you’d rather keep that way. 

it wasn’t that you didn’t want any of them to know, you just weren’t ready for them to know and aren’t entirely sure when you’d be ready. karina noticed your shift in behavior with her question and chose to ask any more questions. the rest of the dinner was karina giving you suggestions on things you and your daughter could do like activities, sports and extracurriculars, and whatnot. 

“i’ll see you soon, ok?” karina says while giving your daughter a warm hug. the two of you bid each other goodbye and go your separate ways. karina’s question weighs on your mind heavily as you drive home, thinking about how long you could keep this a secret from your friends and also hide the fact that you were back in town from heeseung who just seemed to constantly be on your mind since you’ve arrived back in korea. 

a part of you wanted to see him, you missed him so much, the way he made you laugh, the way he knew you so well that he used to always bring you breakfast during your 8am lectures because you loved to sleep in until the last minute so you never ate breakfast, the way he knew when you were sad, the way he knew you were uncomfortable, everything. 

he knew you so well but that night, that unfortunate night, it seemed that he was the person that knew you the least in the world. 

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a few days after your dinner with karina and some encouragement from jay, you finally decided to send out invites to all of your friends to come over for dinner. your place was getting to a point where it was feeling like home and you wanted your daughter to meet some of the most important people in your life. you obviously weren’t going to invite heeseung but you thought about it and you quickly found yourself shutting down that idea. 

“hi guys! please let me know if you’re free this saturday around 6pm! i’d love for all of you to come over for dinner and meet heejin! if it’s okay could you all bring a small dish? heejin isn’t picky but she is allergic to fish so keep that in mind. she’s very excited to meet her uncles and aunties!”

karina: i’m always free for you! minjeong: i’ll bring the chicken hehe jake: lets goo!! can’t wait to meet little yn! sunghoon: i already know i’m gonna be her favorite uncle jay: yeah right i’m her favorite already, nice try bro

all of their responses made you smile and for once you weren’t stricken with the anxiety of the past and how all of this could crumble down onto you– but you were dedicated to not letting that happen. you missed your friends dearly and being surrounded by your loved ones you haven’t seen in years was long overdue. 

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friday rolls around a lot sooner than you expected, which you didn’t mind because it was all you were looking forward to after spending the weekdays trying your best not to spiral. you were constantly thinking about what would happen if they brought up heeseung or if he miraculously showed up unannounced and uninvited. you made several dishes as the main course and set up your kitchen so that everyone could eat buffet style. 

there were rolls of kimbap that your daughter helped you prepare, tofu stew simmering low on the stove to keep it warm, and other food that you knew your friends and your daughter loved. 

as the day went by and the time that your friends would all slowly start arriving would come, you noticed that heejin seemed to be antsy. like something was bothering her, she was constantly squirming around unable to find a comfortable seat at the dinner table, the couch, or even her favorite bean bag chair designed to look like a peach. she was fidgeting with the hem of her dress so much to the point that she had pulled a loose thread, causing the dress to tear. you were more worried than upset, it was just a piece of fabric it didn’t matter if it broke, although you did keep a mental note not to buy from that store again; so you sat her down to talk about it. 

“bambi.. what’s wrong?” you asked her as you helped her change into new clothes, something she had chosen and although it was more casual than the previous attire she had on; she was way more comfortable in it. she shook her head with a pout, indicating she either didn’t want to talk about it or that there wasn’t anything wrong– and considering her actions moments ago, it was the latter. 

“you don’t have to tell me what’s wrong but just know mommy is here for you ok? i don’t want my little bambi to be sad or upset and feel like she can’t talk to mom about her problems..” you told her softly, fixing her hair as it had gotten slightly messed up while you dressed your daughter. heejin was everything to you, she was your life and blood, she was your light and you’d be damned if you ever made your daughter feel like she couldn’t fully be herself or come to her own mother to help her fix her problems. 

even though heejin was still young, you made sure to make an emphasis on communication with your daughter, teaching her to articulate her feelings and emotions in a way that was healthy to her and those around her– and for the most part, she did that. she often told you if she was uncomfortable or if she was feeling upset about something as small as her socks making her feel itchy– but right now; she wasn’t communicating to you why she was acting the way she was and it left you stumped. 

you weren’t necessarily sure how to go about it. you didn’t want to pressure your daughter to tell you what was wrong but the mother inside of you couldn’t continue without knowing what was bothering your daughter and how you could alleviate her troubles. “are you ok, heejin?” you ask and she once again shakes her head. 

“can you tell mom what’s bothering you?” you asked, lightly patting your daughter's head as you finished doing her hair. 

she looks up at you with her big doe eyes and for a second you see the uncanny resemblance of her and her father. “mama, who is my dad?” the question comes as a shock to you because although she had asked before, she’s never let the absence of her father trouble her the way it has now. your mouth slightly opens at her question but you quickly recollect yourself so she doesn’t notice your demeanor falter, afraid that your expression could cause her more worry if she was to realize how you reacted to her question. 

you so desperately wanted to comfort your daughter, tell her everything you knew about her father and how he lived only miles away; but you couldn’t bring yourself to do that. it may seem selfish, and it was, but you simply weren’t ready to have that conversation with your daughter. even if it broke your heart to see her pleading eyes begging you for a single crumb of information on her dad, you couldn’t do it. it caused you an immense amount of pain to deny your daughter something she seemed to want so badly. 

“bambi, why the sudden interest?” you ask and she goes on to explain that when she was waiting to get picked up from school that day, she saw all of her classmates getting picked up by their dads and it got her thinking of her own, more specifically, the absence of her own father. 

your heart broke even more at her words but you chose to give her the answer that you’ve given her several other times she asked in the past. 

“bambi, your papa may not be here but he’s always in your heart, ok?” and you were glad that it provided her some form of comfort because it seemed like she knew you were going to say that so she closed her eyes and gently placed her small hand over her heart. it was moments like this that made you question yourself as a mother. denying your daughter from someone who was half of her all because of your own selfish intention and pain that you aren’t able to heal from. 

the two of you share another tender moment as you engulf your daughter into your arms for a warm embrace and try your best to get her to smile, which was fairly easy as your daughter was very ticklish. 

just in time, your doorbell rings indicating that some of your friends have arrived so you decide to carry your daughter to your front door to greet everyone. you gently rub her back to further soothe her worries, hoping that the emotional and vulnerable moment the two of you just shared didn’t cause her anymore worries despite the fact that she still had that longing look in her eyes. waiting for the day she could get the answer she was looking for and the day she’d get to meet her dad. 

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you’re carrying your daughter in your arms as you open the door to welcome your friends and all of their eyes light up at the sight of you and your daughter. one by one they file inside of your home with a dish in their hands, greeting you and heejin with bright warm smiles. you return with a smile of your own as heejin waves at the strangers entering your home who she will grow to learn are the aunts and uncles that would love her and support her as she grows older. 

once everyone has gotten inside, you point to where they could all settle the dishes they brought and soon enough you’re setting heejin down to introduce her to everyone. 

“heejin, you know auntie karina and uncle jay, right?” you ask her while you crouch down to her, she nods her head in agreement, slightly shy as she still doesn’t know the several other people in the room. 

“this is uncle jake, he has a really big puppy, you like puppies right?” and once again she’s nodding but this time with a smile as she gets excited at the mention of  a dog. when heejin started to learn how to speak, one of the first words she spoke was “dog” and would later on constantly ask you to get her dog when she learned how to form full sentences. 

“heejin, i’ll introduce you to my dog, ok?” jake says with a smile and she cheers, happy that she finally gets to play with a dog since you wouldn’t let her get one of her own. 

“this one is auntie minjeong, can you say hi to her?” you ask and heejin shyly waves her hand and when minjeong waves back and asks if she can have a high five, heejin gives her one excitedly as you’ve taught her that high fives were a gesture of encouragement and sharing a high five with a friend was a good thing so she instantly felt happy when minjeong asked for one, already identifying her auntie minjeong as a friend. 

lastly, you point to sunghoon, “that’s uncle sunghoon, you like the snow right? uncle sunghoon is really good at ice skating.” you explain and her eyes and mouth widen at the thought of ice skating. “ice skating? do you make snow angels?” she asks and it causes the lot of you to laugh; to which sunghoon nods and tells her that he’ll teach her how to make some of her own. 

introductions go very well and heejin is calling everyone auntie and uncle in no time, opening up and breaking out of her shyness once she chats with your best friends some more as she tries all of the food they’ve brought. 

“yn, all this food is amazing by the way but you should’ve let us help more or at least bring more food so you didn’t have to cook so much!” minjeong says as she’s putting away her dish into your sink. 

“yeah, yn. this is delicious but next time let us take care of all of it okay? we’ll be sure to bring all the food that heejin likes. heejin, what’s your favorite food?” jake asks her and she cutely raises the chicken wing in her hand and shouts chicken and once again the room is filled with laughter because of your daughter’s cuteness. you were so happy to see your daughter being accepted by everyone, not necessarily because you thought they wouldn’t but because for the time that you’ve been gone; you were afraid that this drastic change in your life would affect the dynamic between you and your friends. 

but it didn’t. 

at least not completely. 

jake is slurping on his noodles when he suddenly says, “yo, heeseung brought me these noodles one time; it was so good we should all go some time.” and at the mention of heeseung’s name you’re almost frozen in your spot at the table. 

the room is instantly silent when they notice your attitude shift after hearing heeseung’s name. no one besides jay really knows what happened between the two of you and even then you’ve left out certain details from the story because you couldn’t bear to relive the pain from that night just so that someone could fully understand why you did what you did. 

sunghoon shoves jake lightly at his careless action and he soon realizes why the room had fallen silent, he glances over at you with an apologetic look followed by a string of apologies, “i’m so sorry, yn. i shouldn’t have brought him up- i wasn’t thinking.” jake says and you shake your head explaining that it was okay and that he had nothing to apologize for. 

“it’s fine, jake. he and i just don’t talk anymore.” you leave it at that and everyone chooses not to pry because it was truly none of their business. 

before the night ends you all take a group photo with heejin in the middle, you decided to have her sit on your shoulders as your friends crowd around her with warm smiles that could be felt through the photo. you were so happy to see the happiness radiate through the image that you didn’t necessarily care that all of your friends were quick to post that photo, the possibility of heeseung seeing it nowhere in your mind because you were more focused on the love that your friends were giving you and your daughter. 

you bid goodbye to your friends but not before you pack them their own little containers with leftovers because it was way more than what you and your daughter could finish alone. heejin happily waved goodbye to her aunties and uncles and had long forgotten about the sad moment the two of you shared before this dinner. 

she was so happy to meet them and to her they were all just her friends. your friends are equally as happy to meet your daughter and be a part of her life and yours again. 

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on the other side of the city, heeseung is scrolling through his social media alone in his bed when he scrolls past the group photo you all took on several accounts. a pang of jealousy budding in his chest as he sees you in the center, happily carrying your daughter on your shoulders. 

heeseung couldn’t help but feel left out but all he could think about was why you hadn’t let him know you were back in town after disappearing for the last five years? 

so, he does what he thinks is right and opens the groupchat he has with the boys. 

“yo, you guys free tomorrow? wanna grab lunch?” heeseung taps into his phone and presses send and in a few minutes, sunghoon, jay, and jake are all responding to heeseung’s text. 

they all coordinate a plan to have lunch the next day. heeseung plans to let it come naturally, bring you up as smoothly as he can without coming off like he wanted to hang out with the guys just to find out information about you. 

but he knew deep down that he was going to get the information he needed one way or the other. 

even if it made him feel crazy because love makes you do crazy things. 

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when the next day rolls around and heeseung is making his way to lunch, he realizes that his dreams that night were filled with one thing: you. 

he dreamt about all the ways he wanted to make up for lost time, he dreamt of past memories, he dreamt of you and he slept soundly knowing that you were so happy in his dreams. only hoping that he could make you as happy in real life like how you were in his dreams. 

you were truly the girl of his dreams and now that you were back; he wasn’t going to let you go so easily like last time. 

“whats up guys!” heeseung says as he walks over to the guys who had gotten a table for the four of them. they were all browsing the menu when heeseung arrived and they all did their usual greetings, asking how one another was and all of the normal things. 

they soon order food and jay could tell that heeseung was a bit antsy, sending glances over to jake and sunghoon with a gesture to look at heeseung and they do; realizing his leg hasn’t stopped bouncing since he sat down and he was chewing on his nails– something that he’s never done in the past. 

heeseung could no longer wait, he just had to ask about you even if it made the air between all of them awkward. “so..” he begins and jay cuts him off before he could finish. 

“heeseung, i know you’re going to ask about yn.” jay says and heeseung stops in the middle of his sentence, his mouth slightly ajar as those words leave jay’s mouth. he’s shocked that they knew, was he being less subtle than he thought? or was he just that predictable. 

heeseung and you were inseparable when you were younger, you couldn’t take one without the other coming along, the true meaning of  a package deal. but when you left, heeseung was left with so many questions, none of which could be answered by you as you cut off communication with him completely. 

the rest of lunch consists of the guys informing heeseung about you, small details that they thought you’d be comfortable with sharing with heeseung, and although heeseung wanted to learn more; he was happy to learn anything new about you since you’ve been gone for the last five years. 

they could tell that heeseung’s love for you never died or diminished in any way possible. when you first left, heeseung was a wreck and if they didn’t think he loved you then; his reaction to you leaving solidified that. he didn’t sleep, he cried almost everyday and he would try to write you letters even when he didn’t have an address to send them to. 

it wasn’t until about a year after you had left that heeseung started to somewhat go back to normal. he stopped moping around and he returned to the heeseung all of your friends once knew. but deep down, he and all your friends knew that he would never be the same without you in his life. he threw himself into his work and other priorities to distract himself so he didn’t have to think about you but in the end, it always came back to you. 

he’d be walking on the street and would pass by your favorite restaurant and he’d think about you. 

a song would play and he’d be reminded about all of the times you two would dance and sing along to it. 

he’d see a cloud shaped like an animal in the sky and would remember all of the times you two would spend hours laying on the grass and spotting clouds shaped like whatever your mind could identify it as. 

everything he saw reminded him of you and although it hurt him to think about you, thinking about you was the only thing keeping you close to him when you were unknowingly so far away. 

when the four of them part ways from lunch, jay pulls heeseung aside for a quick chat before he leaves, “hey, i shouldn’t tell you this but…” jay says, whispering something to heeseung and sending him a text. heeseung’s eyes widen at the text and he’s instantly bringing jay into a hug, thanking him for whatever it was jay had told him. 

“yeah, yeah.. don’t make me regret this, she is my cousin; i’ll beat your ass if you fuck this up.” he warns and although he was slightly joking; jay was speaking with some truth because he knew how much all of this affected two people that were so important in his life. 

heeseung slept with a smile on his face later that night, not only because he was excited to be able to see you in his dreams again, but also because of what he had planned for tomorrow morning. 

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“heejin! let’s go, bambi!” you call for your daughter as you slide your shoes on. heejin appears with her backpack dragging behind her, taking a seat next to you so she can put her shoes on to which you help her. you’re about to bring her to school, glancing at the clock near your front door when you realize you’ve only got 20 minutes to get her there. 

when you open the door, however, you’re met with a face that you hadn’t prepared yourself to see, at least not for a long time from now. 

“heeseung?” you ask as you look at him, standing at your front door with a smile on his face, flowers in his hand, and eyes as bright as they were when the two of you first met. 

“hi, yn.. long time no see.” heeseung responds, a sheepish grin on his face as he’s finally able to see you for the first time in five years. “sorry, i need to take heejin to school.” you explain, slightly moving him out of the way to lock the door and make your way to your car. 

“let me take you?” he offers and although a part of you wants to deny, you know that heeseung has always been stubborn and that if you were to try to decline; the two of you would just be going back and forth and before you know it, heejin would be late to school. 

so, you reluctantly accept his offer; quickly grabbing her carseat from your car and setting her up in the back of heeseung’s car. “mama, who is he?” heejin asks and you explain that he’s just a friend. “how come he didn’t come to dinner?” heejin continues with another question and you answer with something dismissive and tell her he was just busy. 

“ready to go? don’t want her to be late.” heeseung says and you look over at him and he’s still got that smile on his face like he knew exactly what he was doing and was happy that you were going along with it. you give him a tight lipped smile as you place a kiss onto heejin’s forehead before taking your seat at the front passenger seat next to heeseung. 

in the past whenever you two were in a car it would always be you in the front next to him because he trusted you the most with directions and music but mostly because he loved being able to see you next to him.  it was such a simple and innocent thing to be so close to you even if you were just sitting next to him but it never failed to make his heart race whenever you would look over at him, catching him staring at you when he needed to be focusing on the road. 

you’d tease him by saying, “eyes on the road” and talk about how you’ll crash if he keeps staring at you and he’d just respond by saying he would never hurt you or do anything that would put you in pain. 

heeseung tried to keep that promise and broke it without even knowing that he did. 

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“bye heejin, have a good day ok?” you send your daughter off to school, watching her small figure skip away as she waves and greets the friends she sees as she walks into school. “she’s adorable.” heeseung says as you turn towards him. a part of you slightly forgetting that he was there because all of your focus was set on your daughter. 

“thanks.” you mutter, barely above a whisper. 

“wanna grab breakfast? my treat.” heeseung asks, a cheesy grin on his face as if he’s using his smile as a way to convince you to say yes; it worked… just a little bit. 

“fine.” you say while rolling your eyes, a part of you only saying yes because you had nothing better to do and he was the one that drove. the car ride was silent, filled with awkward tension as you couldn’t get comfortable in your seat knowing that you haven’t seen heeseung in five years and had no idea where this was going to go. would everything be the way it was before you left? or would it be filled with boiling tension that would eventually blow up. 

heeseung was fiddling with the steering wheel, tapping on the leather of the wheel, messing around with the car compartments, and constantly clearing his throat to drown out the silence that was so loud. 

“so… how’ve you been?” heeseung asks, slightly looking over at you as if he was suddenly nervous to make eye contact, fearing for how you’d react. 

“okay.. yeah i’ve been ok.” keeping your answer short so that you didn’t end up saying more than you wanted. you weren’t sure how comfortable you’d become with heeseung, someone who you once would’ve associated with the word “comfort” now was more closely aligned with “unknown”. 

“thats- thats good..” heeseung stutters. 

he doesn’t ask any further questions after he’s taken notice that you weren’t inclined for small talk or maybe just talking to him in general. which he couldn’t blame you for, you haven’t seen each other in five years and he understood that things were a lot different than before. 

you and heeseung used to be able to talk about anything and everything, whenever one of you or both would be stressed; you’d just talk for hours about anything to distract yourselves from whatever was troubling your minds. one time the two of you had even spent 63 hours on facetime, uninterrupted because you were both away from each other for the first time and couldn’t stand being that far away. 

the two of you were only separated for a weekend but it was too long for either of you. 

“order anything you want, ok?” heeseung says as he looks at the menu, browsing for what he wants to eat. you mirror his actions but you lift the menu a bit higher to cover your face because you were a bit shy. you didn’t know how to act around heeseung anymore and felt like shielding yourself away from. 

“are you two ready to order?” the waitress asks and quickly jots down your order, coming back momentarily to drop off your drinks and returning about 20 minutes later with the food you had ordered. heeseung had ordered ramen for breakfast, it came on a small personal burner so that it remained hot as he ate. you slightly smile to yourself, trying your best to hide it because this habit of heeseung hasn't changed in that aspect. 

heeseung always loved ramen, it's his favorite. 

you had just gotten rice with some grilled meat and a fried egg, something simple but delicious. heeseung is busy slurping on his noodles when you decide to break the silence, “how did you find me, heeseung?” you ask, causing heeseung to choke a bit on his food at the random question. 

he quickly apologizes, grabbing a tissue to wipe his mouth before responding, “oh, yeah about that. don’t be mad but jay told me. it’s not his fault though, i practically begged him.” heeseung says, eye widening as if to prevent you from getting upset that jay had given heeseung your address without permission. 

you were a bit upset, especially because jay was the one that knew what happened with everything out of all of the people in your life. you made sure to bring this up to your cousin when you had the chance, keeping in mind that jay would get a piece of your mind about this. 

the rest of the breakfast was filled with the same awkward tension as you two ate your food in silence, every once in a while asking each other questions for some small talk but nothing that the two of you talked about did anything to cut through the awkwardness. when you and heeseung finished eating, he kept his word about taking care of the bill, and although you wouldn’t have cared if he didn’t, it was nice because it felt just like old times. 

back in college, when you and heeseung were little broke college kids; he always paid no matter what it was. a late night snack? heeseung paid. you were craving boba? heeseung paid. it was your birthday? heeseung paid. even when it wasn’t food, heeseung paid because he loved taking care of you even in small matters like paying for your things. 

a sign you should’ve seen sooner that heeseung saw you as more than just a friend. 

“thanks for breakfast and dropping off heejin at school. have a good day, heeseung.” you say while exiting his car. you’re startled by heeseung’s sudden action when he shouts when and runs out of the car and around to your side, you give him a confused look from inside of the car as you watch him. heeseung closes your door and reopens it for you, “madam.” he says, while gesturing with his hand and a slight bow. 

you couldn’t help but laugh but when heeseung raises his head to look at you, your expression instantly changes because you didn’t want to give heeseung the satisfaction that you found it amusing. you were still upset at heeseung for something of the past and although it’s been harbored inside of you for years on end, you couldn’t help but feel it slowly rising back to the top ever since you had returned to korea. 

heeseung walks slowly behind you as you make your way to the front door like a lost puppy and when you get to unlocking your door,  he clears his throat, gaining your attention. 

“look… i know we haven’t spoken or seen each other in years, but i’m not going to act like it wasn’t the hardest five years of my life. you kind of just disappeared without explanation and when i tried to reach out… i didn’t hear back. 

i had even asked our friends and they didn’t have anything to tell me, i mean- i knew jay would’ve known because he’s your cousin but he didn’t tell me anything. 

can we please just talk?” heeseung was rambling and you felt bad because you could tell he was a bit anxious and probably rehearsed this in his head. 

“yn.. i missed you so much and i tried to practice what i wanted to say to you when i saw you again but i’ve just thrown that all out the window. 

say something..? please?” and you could feel yourself slowly falling back into that old familiar place. the one where you could look into heeseung’s eyes and you could tell how he was really feeling even if he tried to mask it with his rambling. 

“heeseung, why don’t you come inside and then we can talk… not out here..” you said with a chuckle and heeseung eagerly nods, a smile on his lips at the invitation into your home, a stepping stone back into your life. 

you don’t know where this conversation was going earlier and now that it’s almost been two hours since you saw heeseung again, you still didn’t know what to expect. 

“can i get you something to drink?” you ask and he lets you know that water is fine so after a few minutes, you return to find heeseung standing in your living room, admiring the photos you framed of yourself and your daughter. 

“you guys look so happy.” heeseung comments as he joins you on the couch, setting the two cups of water in front of the two of you. “heeseung.. i don’t know what to say to be honest. there’s a lot i’ve wanted to say to you and over the last five years, i’ve only wanted to say more. 

i didn’t mean to disappear i just-”

“then why? why did you leave?” heeseung says, interrupting you and his eyes have transitioned into one that expressed that he was pleading, begging, and waiting for an answer from you. an answer that he had been waiting for since the day you left. 

on the other hand, you were too. you had so many questions for heeseung but you knew that you couldn’t get answers without having to answer any of heeseung’s questions. you weren’t sure how to answer heeseung. you wanted to be honest and tell him the full truth but you didn’t even know if you were ready to face that. 

it was five years ago but now, sitting in front of heeseung as he looked at you with tears threatening to fall from his eyes, you couldn’t bring yourself to relive those moments where you felt the most alone, unwanted, and misunderstood person in the world. 

you stuttered to answer and the longer you thought about the more complicated it became in your head. your breathing started to become heavy and your eyes were constantly blinking. you couldn’t look at heeseung any longer because it made you feel uneasy and nauseous, the anxiety of this moment having built up inside of you for so long that now that it was all happening, it was corroding the stability you had worked so hard to build in your head. 

“are you ok, yn?” heeseung asked and his voice sounded muffled to you and as he scooted closer, the image of heeseung in your vision blurred and doubled like he was a mirage. you were starting to get light headed and that was when you knew that you were going to faint, the anxiety had taken over your brain and before you knew it your eyes were fluttering closed and heeseung was catching you in his arms before your body could fall over onto the coffee table. 

heeseung catches you instantly when you notice your body start to go limp, rocking back and forth. he wasn’t sure what happened but something must’ve been bothering you so much that you had fainted in his arms. heeseung tries his best to gently position you onto your couch in a comfortable position, moving your legs into place and softly setting your head on the armrest with a pillow propped up under. 

he admired your sleeping figure and if it wasn’t for the fact that you had fainted, he probably would’ve found this moment cute. it reminded him of the first time heeseung had realized he liked you more than he thought he did. the two of you had gotten very drunk one night after failing your economics exam and you had a habit of getting sleepy when drinking. 

you were in the middle of talking when your head started to get wobbly and your eyelids had become heavy and before you knew it; you were falling asleep next to heeseung; your head softly landing on his shoulder like a makeshift pillow. he found it cute and he still does. 

⋆˚ʚɞ five years ago

you had been texting with heeseung all night, he had been going through something and although you wanted to know what it was; you settled on just making him feel better. like a good friend would do. your crush on heeseung has something your friends had known about for a while and although you’ve wanted to confess your feelings to him for a while now, you were too afraid of ruining your friendship and it potentially affecting your whole friend group. 

heeseung was currently on his way to your dorm and it was like you were waiting for a blind date. you fidget with the tassel on your throw pillow as you wait for him on your bed, running through the different scenarios in your head of what’s been bothering him. 

he was fine the last few days but today something had shifted; heeseung felt like he was carrying something heavy on his mind and it was showing. he had sent you a string of messages that represented someone on the verge of a crash out and all you could do was worry for him, eventually inviting him over so you could talk and find a way to make him feel better. 

to which heeseung accepted instantly as if that was what he was waiting for. 

after a few minutes, a knock on your door softly echoes throughout your dorm as you’re just about to text heeseung if he was alright. “hee-” you say, getting cut off when heeseung storms into your room, breathing unsteady as if he had run over to you. 

“what’s wrong, are you ok?” you ask, worry settled onto your face as you shut the door behind you. 

heeseung is standing facing away as he tries to catch his breath, unsure of how to talk to you about what has been weighing on his mind heavily. a reality that he’s finally chosen to come to terms with despite thinking it was all his delusions until recently. 

“hee?” you ask again and he whips around to face you, your expression softening when you see that it looks like he hasn’t slept and looks absolutely exhausted. his eyes were red, cheeks a bit sunken, and the shadows around his eyes were more prominent. he looked like he’s so emotionally and physically drained you couldn’t help but rush over to him, cupping his face in worry– rubbing his cheek with your thumb and you could feel heeseung melt into your hand. 

his eyes flutter closed as he breathes a sigh of relief; like your touch alone was enough to soothe his mind even though the reason for his distress partially had something to do with you. you guide heeseung to your bed and you can’t help but frown at his appearance, you didn’t know how long this has been going on but it seems that it was enough to reflect on his face. 

“hee? are you ok?” you ask and he finally takes a deep breath before responding, “yn.. i just want you to know that i don’t want any of this to change us.. and i hope we’ll be okay after this but-” heeseung begins. 

“heeseung you’re scaring me..” you whisper, anxiety building inside of you as heeseung tries to avoid eye contact with you. 

“just- please listen.. i don’t want you to think of me any differently after i say this but…

i think i love you.” 

and when those five words leave heeseung’s lips, everything goes silent. 

you’ve been wanting to hear heeseung say those words for so long, wishing that he would reciprocate your feelings, confess his love to you the way you’ve been too afraid to confess to him, and now that he has; you didn’t know what to do or say. 

heeseung was finally able to look into your eyes, looking for an answer because the silence after his confession had him thinking that he shouldn’t have said anything in the first place. 

“please, say something..” he whispers, voice trembling like he’d be in tears at any moment. 

“hee… i just-” when you try to respond even though you weren’t sure what to say, heeseung brings his hands to your face and brings it closer to his; “please tell me you feel the same way or else i might go insane.” he whispers, his lips just a few inches away from yours. 

heeseung’s gaze trails from your eyes down your face and lands to your lips, heeseung absentmindedly licks his own as if it were a physical reaction to seeing yours. “i do heeseung-” you begin but before you could finish your sentence; his lips are on yours. 

the dryness of his lips instantly disappears as your two lips dance with his. a kiss that both of you had been longing for since you two have first met, like there was tension between the two of you that could only be relieved with one another. everyone in the room could feel it but neither of you ever wanted to confront that no matter how badly you wanted to. 

heeseung pulls away for a moment, allowing the two of you to catch your breath; “i’m sorry, i should’ve asked but i just couldn’t wait any longer..” heeseung murmurs, his bedroom eyes glued onto yours as you try to gather your thoughts. you had been waiting to share this moment with heeseung for so long but for some reason it wasn’t like how you’d dreamt.

“heeseung, this is wrong.. what about your girl-” you’re about to bring up heeseung’s girlfriend but he just shakes his head. “you’re the one i want.. it’s always been you” he says, connecting your lips once again, the kiss being just as passionate and filled with hunger like you’re both deprived of the other. 

your dorm was soon filled with you and heeseung’s pleasure, a craving that was finally satisfied after so many years; finally having you in his arms. you never thought this day would come and although you thought that it would never come; you were going to cherish this moment with heeseung. 

the next few days felt like a dream. you and heeseung were inseparable and it’s everything you had hoped for when you used to think about how your life would be after confessing to heeseung about how you truly felt. 

only for him to confess first, leaving you shocked that he felt the same way. 

the conversation after that night in your dorm room was a bit awkward but the two of you quickly learned to laugh it off and move forward with your relationship. you had agreed that you’d keep this between yourselves for now because you were unsure of how it would affect the dynamic of your friend group. you even held off from telling jay, your cousin, who you told everything to. 

it was hard for the first few weeks to hide your relationship with heeseung because whenever all of you were together, you wanted nothing more than to hold his hand or sit on his lap, the tension from before being converted to secret longing glances and smiles that you two would try to hide from your friends. 

the good lasted for only a few months, until the fateful day that would change your life forever. you had woken up feeling like a ton of bricks had fallen on top of you while you were sleeping. you were fatigued, nauseous, and spent the morning hunched over your toilet as you threw up your dinner from the night before. 

you weren’t sure why your body was suddenly feeling unwell so you made a trip to the pharmacy to grab some medicine, browsing the aisles to see what would help with your symptoms, and that was when your eyes landed on the sleek white box towards the end of the shelf. 

“pregnancy test: accurate results in just under 10 minutes” it read on the box in bright blue font. there was no way that could be the cause of your distress, you didn’t have sex with anyone else besides.. heeseung… that night.. three months ago. 

your mind starts to spiral as you think about the possibility that you could be pregnant with heeseung’s child as that night replays in your head– now just remembering that the idea of a condom was absent from both of your minds as you were both in the heat of the moment, exploring one another’s bodies. 

frantically grabbing a few boxes, you make your way to the cash register but are stopped in your tracks when a voice calls out to you; “yn?” and when you turn around it’s heeseung’s ex-girlfriend. 

the conversation with her was short but awkward. she just wanted to clear the air, letting you know that she had no animosity towards you or heeseung and that she wished you two the best. which confused you because you certainly didn’t tell her and know that heeseung wouldn’t have told her without discussing with you first. when you asked her to clarify, her explanation only heightens the mental distress you were currently in. 

“heeseung and i broke up a few months ago and i just figured you two would be together by now..” was all she said before walking away. 

the night that heeseung confessed his love to you and where you had shared one of the most intimate moments two people could experience together; also happened to be the same night that heeseung broke up with his girlfriend. 

leading you to believe that it was the only reason he felt so inclined to be with you. like you were just some rebound that heeseung knew would be waiting for him like a lost puppy who had been left at home all day, knowing that if he called out to you– you’d come running to him. 

you were a rebound. 

did he even mean anything he had said to you or was it all just a way to get you to play along with his desires? did he even know you felt that way about him? and he used it as a way to get what he wanted? 

you felt disgusted knowing that the moment you shared with heeseung that you had been waiting for was merely just a way for him to get over his ex-girlfriend. a second option that he knew he could fall back on but not in the same way that he would’ve been supported by his friends who he could fall back on during a hard time, but more so like you were just a stepping stone and a temporary fix for the despair he was in that night. 

using you to forget his ex if it meant that he would feel better at your expense. 

it feels like the ten minutes that you were waiting for the pregnancy test to be ready was the longest ten minutes of your life. “less than ten minutes, my ass” you scoffed as the clock showed it’s been ten minutes and the results weren’t being shown through the small indicator window yet. 

your head falls back in annoyance and to your surprise, the next time you look at the test, a giant plus sign is clearer than day. you swallowed the dryness in your throat, throwing the test into the garbage and ripping open into the two other boxes you bought to test again. 

refusing to believe that the first one was accurate, like it was a fluke, a false positive, anything to convince yourself that this was not happening. 

but it was. 

⋆˚ʚɞ 

when you wake up, about an hour later, you almost don’t recognize where you are until you realize you’re wrapped up in a blanket on your bed. you remember being on the couch but don’t recall how you ended up on your bed. you sluggishly roll out of your bed, eyes half open as you scratch your head and make your way to the living room; only to find heeseung sleeping soundly on your couch. 

shock shoots through you as the memories of what happened before you fainted return to your mind, remembering that you and heeseung had reunited after not seeing one another for the last five years when he showed up unannounced at your front door. 

you slowly walk over to him, momentarily admiring his peaceful face as he snoozed on your couch, clutching onto the small pillow with his arms. “i know you’re staring at me.” heeseung murmurs, opening one eye to look at you; a grin on his face when he sees the annoyed look on yours. 

“what are you still doing here?” you ask, crossing your arms and tilting your head to one side as you questioned him. “wow, already kicking me out? if we were in college you would’ve begged me to stay while you tried to convince your roommate to leave.” he says, sitting up straight with the same playful smile on his lips. 

“okay, if you’re gonna stay then i guess we need to have this talk don’t we?” you ask, swallowing the lump in your throat as you try to muster up the courage to have this conversation after it led you to faint just an hour prior. you take a seat next to heeseung, much like how the two of you were positioned earlier and the night when  he showed up at your dorm, both of you sitting on your bed; looking into each other’s eyes as if you were the only two people that existed. 

holding one another so closely like at any given moment one of you would be torn away from the other. only if heeseung knew that you would be torn away from him months after, maybe he wouldn’t have made the decision he did that night. 

but that night was nothing that he’d ever regret. 

“so.. where do i begin.. you say trying to think of how you wanted to start– 

that night, when we hooked up in my dorm room; i know why you showed up. when you told me that you loved me it was everything that i could’ve hoped for. i feel like i started to fall for you the day we first met and every day since then i fell for you even more but i just thought that i wasn’t someone that you could ever love. 

so, even though it hurt me, i settled with being okay with just being friends; because it was better than not having you in my life at all. 

but when you told me you loved me that night, i was the happiest girl in the world. until i wasn’t. i felt like the few months that we were dating was the happiest moments of my life, obviously not compared to now because i have my daughter, but i’ll cherish those moments forever because it truly made me so happy to be with you–” 

“then why did you leave?” heeseung pleads, begging for an answer as you somewhat tiptoe around it. “a few months later, i ran into your ex while i was in the store and i found out that the two of you had broken up the same night we hooked up…” heeseung was now shaking his head in denial at what he was hearing. 

“heeseung, you used me as a rebound for your breakup– no, yn. that’s not true. i promise i would never do that to you.” heeseung whines, shaking his head in frustration that you’ve harbored this misunderstanding about him for the last five years which drove you away from him. 

⋆˚ʚɞ five years ago, two days before moving away

“why have you been so distant?” heeseung asks, his doe eyes looking at you as he pleads for your attention, lights reflecting in his eyes that made it look like he was tearing up, and he was trying his best not to cry in front of the girl he’s loved for so long. 

you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him, this battle inside of you that you’ve been going through on whether or not you wanted to tell heeseung the life changing news, your oversized hoodie covering up the secret you have. 

“heeseung, i just don’t think we can do this anymore.” was the only thing you could say before having to do the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do. 

walk away from the boy you’ve loved for so long. 

heeseung didn’t know what he had done that led you to breakup with him but he held onto this idea that you hated him ever since. he respected you enough to let you walk away from him even though it took every ounce of strength inside of him to not run after you and engulf you in his arms. he would’ve begged you to stay if he could, but he didn’t. 

not running after you and fighting for your love was his biggest regret. 

two days later, he’d find out from jay that you left the country and although he begged and begged jay to let him know where you moved to, how to reach you, and to help him get in contact with you; jay respected you too much after learning what led you to leave to just set you back by allowing heeseung to waltz right back into your life. 

jay tried his best to not let his judgement of heeseung be clouded by what you told him, but he couldn’t help but feel empathy towards you. his cousin who’s life was going to change drastically because of his best friend and all he could do was support you from afar even if it meant helping you move into his childhood home where jay’s parents would be there for you to help you throughout the whole thing. 

⋆˚ʚɞ 

“heeseung, this is all too much for me right now. i want to have this conversation, i’ve thought about it every day for the last five years, but i don’t think i’d ever be ready for it. 

i think you should leave.” 

and as much as heeseung wanted to stay, beg for you to let him stay and talk it out, but he respected you too much to fight with you. 

so just like that night, he walked away even if he didn’t want to. 

you sighed as you closed the door behind heeseung, peeking into the small window beside your front door to watch him leave, shoulders low and head hunched over as he walked to his car. you close your eyes and exhale before swinging the door back open and calling for heeseung, “heeseung!” you shout and he’s instantly whipping around at the sound of your voice. 

“heejin’s birthday is in two weeks, you’re invited if you’d like to come.” and heeseung’s attitude changes, a bright smile spreading onto his face as your words ring like church bells in his ears. 

“i’ll be there.” he says before waving goodbye and driving off. 

a small smile tugging on your lips as you tried your best not to feel like that young girl you once were whenever you’d get shy around heeseung. 

⋆˚ʚɞ 

the next two weeks is filled with heeseung’s endless attempts to make his way into your everyday routine whether it was showing up again unannounced to take heejin to school, to which she’d never deny because heeseung always brought her the juice box she really likes, or if it was him asking you if you needed help with anything for heejin’s birthday. 

heeseung was going to find his way back into your life even if he annoyed you– but all you had in your mind was her birthday despite heeseung’s attempts to occupy your every waking thought. 

the build up for heejin’s birthday was filled with excitement and anxiety as you tried to make her 6th birthday something special because it would be her first birthday in korea. in the past, her birthdays in seattle was mostly just you and her, sometimes your parents would fly in town to visit but not often. 

and now that you’re back in korea and surrounded by so many people that loved you; you were going to make sure this birthday was something that she remembers. her birthday was in just 24 hours and everything was set in place. 

it was somewhat difficult to keep everything hidden from her because she was one curious girl and was constantly rambling about what she wanted for her birthday, unicorns, rainbows, the color pink, a cake that was chocolate but also vanilla and had strawberries, the color pink, a pinata that was shaped like bunny or maybe a unicorn, and oh, did i mention.. pink? 

pink was her favorite color and it showed with every since thing she always picked out for herself was pink. 

at midnight when the clock indicated that it was finally her birthday, you snuck into her room as she slept soundly with a small cupcake and a number six candle in the center. you gently walked over to her and softly sang happy birthday, waking her up and her eyes instantly widened at the sight of you. 

She was smiling from ear to ear and clapping her hands together in joy. “happy birthday my sweet bambi.” you said after singing happy birthday, softly patting her head as she makes a wish and blows out the candle. 

“thank you mama.” her small voice coming out just above a whisper. “sleep now, okay? you have a big day tomorrow.” booping her nose as she enthusiastically goes back to bed, eager to fall back asleep and wake up the next morning to her big day. 

birthday preparations started earlier for you as you made sure to do some last minute cleaning and organizing for the party. setting out all of the stuff in your backyard with the help of jay and your parents. your mom busied your daughter so that she wasn’t running around and to stop her from looking through every single thing at her party. 

she was so happy, a type of happiness you wished would stay with her forever. 

soon after, the preparations were complete and heejin was dressed in a sparkly pink dress, one that she had picked up several weeks in advance when the two of you were shopping together on a mommy and daughter date. 

your friends, sunghoon, jay, jake, karina, and winter had shown up with gifts that made your daughter smile so bright. her classmates had shown up, excited to celebrate heejin on her big day– you watched from the side as you took in all of it. some of the people you loved most in one place to celebrate the person you loved most. 

seeing your daughter happy made you happy and that was all you could wish for. 

you took a gander at all of the people enjoying the party when a knock at your front door catches your attention. you jog over to the door and are met with heeseung, a cheesy grin on his face as he carries several boxes in his arms, peering from behind it to reveal himself. 

“i hope i’m not too late?” he says and you just chuckle, telling him that the party was just beginning. you invite him inside, instructing him to set her gifts onto the table in the far side of the kitchen as the two of you join everyone in the backyard. 

you can hear gasps coming from your friends as they see you and heeseung standing together, a sight that none of them thought they’d see so soon. “yo! heeseung, you made it man.” jake says, standing up to shake his friend’s hug as everyone follows to do the same. 

karina and winter send you a teasing glance, the two of them pointing to you and heeseung like you were all kids teasing their friend when their crush walks by, earning them an eye roll as you laugh it off. 

“where’s the birthday girl?” heeseung asks, still holding onto a small gift as he walks back to you. you pointed at heejin who was playing tag with her friends; unafraid to get rowdy with the little boys in her class. “heejin, bambi! come here, you’ve got a gift.” you shout and she comes running as she hears the word gift. 

heeseung crouches down to her size and hands her the gift, “happy birthday heejin.” he says with a soft smile, one that heejin returns. hugging him to thank him, “can i open it mama?” she asks and you gesture her to ask heeseung since it was his gift– earning an eager nod from heeseung who encouraged her to open it. 

heejin tears into the small box, a gasp escaping from her tiny mouth as she sees the box, the gift wrap revealing a soft brown deer plushie with a pink bow and blushing cheeks. she jumps up and down in excitement, her arms wrapping around heeseung’s neck to show her appreciation for the gift. seeing heeseung hug her back pulls at your heartstrings as you watch all of it unfold, an image in your head that you thought you’d never see. 

your daughter and her father sharing a tender moment with an embrace. 

⋆˚ʚɞ 

the party dies down once the sun has set and most of the guests have gone. the only people left were your parents, winter and sunghoon, and heeseung. your friends had offered to stay back to help you clean and because your mother was your mother, she wasn’t going to let you clean up alone even if you had your friends to help. 

heejin was in the living room with bright eyes as she looked at all of the gifts she had received, several gifts of stuffed animals, toys, clothes, and other presents that a small child would appreciate. “okay, bambi let’s get ready for bed. you can play with all of your toys tomorrow, ok?” and heejin nods, grabbing the deer plushie that heeseung got her and taking it with her as you help her get ready for bed. 

heeseung notices you and heejin walking away and excuses himself from your mother to which she just nods and tells him it’s okay and she’ll take care of the rest of the chores in the kitchen. heeseung parted with a small bow as he makes his way to what he assumes is heejin’s room. 

winter and sunghoon on the other are glancing at each other, having confirmation with just their eyes as they watch heeseung run after you. 

“you know.. not to be a conspiracy theorist but doesn’t heejin look like.. heeseung?” winter asks, whispering to sunghoon as she walks a bit closer to him. “no, i see it too. also, the nickname? we used to say heeseung looks like a baby deer all the time when we were in college and yn nicknamed her daughter bambi?” sunghoon adds and winter looks at him like he’s just spilled the deepest secret one can hold. 

sunghoon and winter send each other knowing glances as they both arrive at a revelation. 

“hey, you guys alright?” heeseung asks while popping his head into heejins room with a soft knock. you tell him that you’re just her ready for bed when you wave him inside. “thank you for the gift, she loves it a lot. i’ve been looking for that thing for months and i can’t believe you were able to find it.” you tell him and heeseung chuckles.

“it’s no big deal” he responds and you ask him about how he knew to get that for her. “she talks about it whenever i drive her to school, she also mentioned that her mommy calls her bambi and i figured it would make the perfect gift.” he explains, making it a point to reference the bambi part as he knew that was also a nickname he had within your friend group, one that you started. 

you hoped that you weren’t too obvious with that but chose not to dwell much longer on the nickname as it could just be coincidence– although it wasn’t. 

“thank you for the bambi!” heejin says as she walks back into the room in her pajamas. heeseung pats her small head as she climbs into her bed, tucking her into her blanket as you ask her about her day– heejin rambling on about her favorite parts of the day which just turned out to be every single aspect of her party. 

you smiled at her as she went on and on, “but my favorite is the bambi.” she says while stretching her arms out with the plushie in her hands and then bringing it into her arms for a hug. “thank you dad.” heejin says and it catches you and heeseung off guard– heejin herself doesn’t even realize what she’s said as she gets cozy in bed. 

there was a sense of awkwardness between the two of you at the comment by your daughter and it causes heeseung to start questioning things and putting puzzle pieces together. the possibility that he could’ve been heejin’s dad hadn’t crossed his mind once and now that it’s been brought up; it’s all he was thinking about. 

“goodnight, baby.” you say before placing a kiss onto heejin’s forehead and as you’re about to leave; she calls out to you. “mama, can you sing me a lullaby?” she asks and even though you were exhausted, you weren’t going to say no to your daughter. 

“can i?” heeseung asks and you couldn’t bring yourself to say no when heejin looked so excited, so you nod and heeseung takes a seat on the bed next to heejin who was still hugging the deer plushie. 

heeseung then begins to sing a song to your daughter. you haven’t heard his voice in so long, the melodic trill of his vocals, a symphonic honey like sound that lulled your daughter to sleep in no time, her soft snores mixing with heeseung’s beautiful singing. 

when the two of you were certain that she was sound asleep, you carefully walked out of her room and shut the door as softly as you could. as you try to walk back to finish some cleaning, heeseung holds onto your hand and whips you back around to look at him, his gaze filled with love and the same type of longing that has lingered inside of him for years on end. 

“can we talk?” heeseung says and you nod, letting him know to continue. 

“i know that i hurt you when i made it feel like you were just a rebound, but that couldn’t have been more wrong. it was always you, i’ve always loved you and i would always choose you. my ex and i were constantly fighting throughout that week and the day i came running to you was when we broke up but i never told you why… 

we broke up because she realized how much i loved you in comparison to her and it wasn’t fair that whenever i was with her, all i could think about was you. 

i’ve loved you since the day i met you and i just never had the courage to say that, but i would write your name in the sand again and again after the waves have swept it away if it means that my love for you is shared across the seas.” 

tears streaming down your eyes as heeseung’s hands gently cup your face, his thumb wiping your face of your tears. heeseung brings you into his arms for an embrace and when he feels your arms wrap around him, he breathes a sigh of relief knowing that he was finally able to get that off of his chest.

something that he’s had weighing on him for so long and was so happy to finally profess his love for you. the girl he loves and will always love. 

when you pull away from him with a sniffle, heeseung wipes your tears again as you lock eyes, “is she mine?” he asks in reference and you nod, finally telling heeseung the secret that you’ve held for the last five years. 

tears sting heeseung’s eyes at the information and he holds you even tighter in his arms when he hears the news. he couldn’t believe that the beautiful girl he just sang to sleep was his daughter. joy was an understatement to describe the emotion that he was feeling. the type of love only a family could share where they’d do everything to keep the family together and happy. 

you and heeseung spend the night sharing stories of what you’ve missed in each other’s lives in the time that you were gone. tears, laughter, and tender touches shared between the two of you as you do your best to rebuild your relationship from scratch. 

“thank you for giving me another chance.” heeseung whispers as you lay in his arms, the moonlight shining onto your faces, leaving a small white cast into the room. 

“thank you for not giving up on me.” you respond, heeseung placing a small kiss onto your temple before you both drift off to sleep. a type of joy and delight radiating from your bodies that neither of you have felt in so long. something you would have only gotten from one another. 

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you’re awoken to the smell of grilled meat wafting throughout your home, your nose dragging you to the living room to find heejin and heeseung in the kitchen cooking together. “what do we have here?” you ask and they turn to look at you, “mama! he’s teaching me how to make pancakes and bacon.” she says, running over to you and hugging your legs. you pick her up and walk back to heeseung who was setting the last pancake onto the plate. 

“let’s eat.” he says and you all sit at the table together and enjoy breakfast like a family for the first time. a moment that you’ve always wanted to share as a whole family and now that you’ve finally been able to share the truth with heeseung, it’s everything you’ve ever wanted. 

“heejin, i have something to tell you, ok?” you tell her and she’s looking up at you with her big doe eyes, identical to heeseung’s who was shyly sitting to the side. “remember when you asked me where your papa is?” and heejin nods, a small pout on her lips. 

“bambi, heeseung is your papa.” and you’ve never seen heejin move so fast before as she’s jumping out of her chair and into heeseung’s arms to which he welcomes her, hugging his daughter with so much love that you could feel it coming off of them. heeseung extends one of his arms to invite you over and as tears fall from your eyes once again, you join in on your first ever family hug. 

you didn’t know when this day would come and you were elated that it came sooner after you had been running from it for the last five years. the happiest moment of your life with the family you’ve created could’ve never happened if you didn’t face heeseung and allowed for him to bare his soul and heart to you. something you should’ve never been afraid of. 

heeseung waited for you every single day, thinking about the day that you’d come back to him and when you’d finally be his. to his surprise, you gave him a beautiful daughter that, although he has a lot of time to make up for, was so happy that he wasn’t too late to watch her grow and be a part of her life. 

no matter how hard you tried to run from having to face this hardship, heeseung was thousands of miles away back in korea waiting for you with only love in his mind. wanting nothing more than to have you back in his life and to never let you go like he had done the first time. 

the image of your broken face replayed in his mind every night when he slept, thinking about the pain he must’ve put you through without knowing the full capacity of what you had to experience alone. he wished he was there by your side through every single step, holding your hand in the delivery room, taking photos of you as your stomach grew, witnessing his daughter’s first steps and first word, everything. 

but now that he was back, he was going to make sure that he didn’t miss anything else. 

you and your daughter instantly became the most important people in his life, knowing that he’d love the both of you endlessly, unconditionally, and forever. 

forever. 

something that he’d always associate with you because you are his forever and now, so is your daughter. 

love should be forever and you were forever going to be loved by him. it was like love and forever was synonymous with you because to heeseung, loving you is forever. 

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the hospital: miss wayne one of your relatives is injured can you come

Black weird reader: oh my god it's alfred!?

doctor: no it's...

reader: oh you scared me for nothing, have a good day*sorry for my english*

That is such a great question; I was thinking about it at school, and it just makes me think!

The reader doesn't really care when the Batfam gets hurt. Jason got stabbed; he'll walk it off. Tim lost his spell; he'll walk it off. Dick missed a flip and fell; HE'LL WALK IT OFF. But things start to feel different when the Batfam has near-death experiences. The reader doesn't know how to cope with death well. After their mother's passing, the reader still has their mom's number saved in their phone, even though the number is being used by somebody else or is nonfunctional. With that being said, since the Batfam usually get right back up, even after being stumbled and pummeled, the reader starts to see them as immortal—not like gods but able to heal after every fight. When Barbara got shot by the Joker, she got right back up and kept on working, helping the Bat. They thought she was immortal. The same thing with Jason and the Pit! The reader thinks the batfam can’t die, so when they hear about Damian's death, they think he’ll just come back, walking through the mansion doors like he’s the greatest thing since sliced bread. But he doesn’t come back until Bruce returns to the cave with your younger brother’s cold body in that colorful costume. You thought he was immortal; you thought he would always come back just to torment you. But this time, he doesn’t, and the reader is heartbroken, crying while holding Titus. Sure, you hated the little weasel, but he was your brother nonetheless, and the both of you spent so much time hating each other, just to barely have a relationship. While everyone recalls fun times they had with him, his older sibling has nothing. You couldn’t say anything, not to his tomb, not to anyone. Sometimes you’d barge into his room just to see if he was sneaking through the window, only to find nothing but a made bed, with sketches and doodles on a messy desk—not him screaming for you to get out, throwing things at you, calling you a bastard—nothing. This leaves you feeling empty. This is the same with Bruce's death; you think you can come back from anything, that he can survive anything. He is Batman. After all; he defeated superhumans with his bare fists. But when you see that empty cowl, all you can do is cry like a baby. Your father isn't immortal; he's human, like every single fucking person on the planet, and he's not coming back. The cowl is proof of that. But how come you sit in the office and pretend he's there scolding you, or you end up in the Batcave talking to a mannequin of his Batman suit? He's not coming back; you know it. He's not going to talk back, so why bother? These moments are when the reader realizes that, one, he'll never come back, leaving the reader all alone. It's a pitiful thing, really. So when you can't be indifferent to their injuries, the wound might just be the last straw that broke the camel's back.

[itelya]

Nanami Kento doesn’t usually celebrate Valentine’s Day, as he considers it a commercial holiday. For him, love is proven every day, not just one day a year.

Nanami Kento changes his mind when he sees your enthusiasm for the day approaching. He then decides to give you a special day, just for you. After all, what wouldn’t he do for his pretty girlfriend?

Nanami Kento buys and prepares everything needed to make this day as pleasant as possible. He chooses fresh rose petals, a carefully composed bouquet, ingredients, some decorations, and a gift that he hopes will light up your eyes. He also reserves activities that he is sure you will enjoy.

Today is Valentine’s Day.

Nanami Kento gets up early and discreetly to start preparing breakfast and decorating the room. He takes care of every detail, making sure that everything is perfect.

Nanami Kento is almost done when you wake up, troubled by his absence and drawn by the sweet smell floating in the air.

Nanami Kento hears you cry out in surprise as you discover the balloons hanging from the ceiling and the roses arranged around you.

Nanami Kento smiles as he slowly approaches, his tender gaze fixed on you. Then, without a word, he places a delicate kiss on your forehead and offers you the pretty bouquet with your favorite flowers.

Nanami Kento suddenly lifts you in his arms, as if you weighed nothing, and takes you to the kitchen.

Nanami Kento has prepared a brunch worthy of a five-star hotel. Soft pancakes, fresh fruit, golden pastries, steaming coffee… How could he do all that without you realizing it?

Nanami Kento doesn’t answer, just sitting you on the table, his hands sliding gently over your hips. His gaze on you is so sweet that you can't help but kiss him. He's so cute.

Nanami Kento shares this brunch with you in a peaceful atmosphere. You chat about everything and nothing, simply savoring this moment together.

Later in the day.

Nanami Kento suddenly tells you to get dressed, because he wants to take you somewhere. He takes you to a photo studio, filled with all kinds of sets and accessories.

Nanami Kento observes your excitement and feels a gentle warmth invade him. You take romantic, cute, funny photos. He captures each of your smiles, each of your laughs. His gaze shines with infinite tenderness.

Evening arrives quickly.

Nanami Kento then takes you to a chic and intimate restaurant, chosen with care. He watches your face light up as he discovers the place. His heart melts.

Nanami Kento listens to you talk throughout the meal, but he mostly just watches you. His girlfriend is so pretty.

Nanami Kento waits until dinner is over to take a black box with the brand name in gold out of his pocket and place it in front of you.

Nanami Kento watches your expression change as you open the box and discover a delicate gold necklace, adorned with a small, finely crafted pendant.

Nanami Kento gently brushes your cheek and whispers that this piece of jewelry immediately reminded him of you, elegant and timeless.

Nanami Kento watches you put the necklace around your neck and smiles as he sees how perfectly it fits you.

Nanami Kento admires you one last time before leaning towards you, his gaze burning with barely contained desire.

Nanami Kento has only one thought in mind: to devour you.

happy valentine's day 🌹

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[glorious-kt]

Okay, here on tumblr. If you recognize my ranting, my Twitter handle is Eyeyah Kote 😭

Anywaysssss

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I know you said that Prima was genuinely joking, but in all honesty, I feel like he’s also not joking. He comes off as an unhinged protector and mentor while also being the kind figure that Orion needs. Orion is Prima’s first and only apprentice after all. The others all have their groupings of apprentices, to see their oldest brother pick up an apprentice for the first time in VORNS must be strange. From what we’ve seen of Prima, he genuinely cares for Orion, his little lamb bot. Now, he may be out of touch emotionally just because of how old he is and the difference in scale and power, but he seems to be a good person for Orion. Not only that, but Orion seems to be good for Prima!

The others don’t seem to realize that, or maybe they do and they just don’t recognize that it’s Orion that’s caused the change in Prima. And I can just imagine that the meeting room here went dead COLD with killing intent and irritation when Prima made his ‘joke’. To scare Maximo into nearly pulling his weapon in defense. Joke or not, that type of killing intent is very real and genuine. I’m a sucker for cybertronian EM fields, so I can just imagine the kind of drowning rage that Prima projected just for that split moment.

I’d love to see more of Orion and Prima’s relationship, just soft moments between them, where maybe they’re more than just Prime and Apprentice. Since Orion does eventually become Optimus (if that’s your plan), they could have that Eldest brother and Youngest brother relationship. Or even a more paternal relationship. Either way they seem much more connected with one another than any other Prime and their apprentice, besides the undertone of ZetaSen.

I mean you have the idea of Prima finding Orion crying from what happened with D, and maybe Prime doesn’t push on what happened because as protective and unhinged as he may seem, ORION matters more than whoever caused the crying. Or with the audial wings, Prima being so happy that Orion actually took his advice on the audial wings, being so happy to match with his apprentice. Or Prima seeing the resemblance and parallels between himself and Megatronus and Orion and D. Prima encouraging the relationship with D.

Even with all of this you have everything with Orion’s side of this all. Orion is the first and only apprentice of Prima. The very first Prime. That kind of pressure and responsibility must be huge, and I can see where Orion would definetly lean on Prima as much as he could when he couldn’t lean on people like D or Jazz.

And wow I ranted……

Look I have so many thoughts on the Prima and Orion relationship. I’m a writer at heart and a world builder by nature and your AU feeds all my high fantasy romance and tragedy needs.

Tell a joke, crack a smile!!

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[yangjungwonisms]

Call me Daddy?-YJW

warnings: NSFW| MDNI 18+

~this is written as a follow up to ‘It’s my party, and I’ll cry if I want to” I’m not super happy with it but I hope you all enjoy nonetheless

Ever since his birthday Jungwon got the distinct feeling you were avoiding him. Actually he was positive you were avoiding him, he just wasn’t sure why. You had started acting different after his birthday, anytime since then that Jungwon had tried to initiate anything sexual you were quick to mutter an excuse and leave the room. He had wracked his brain for weeks trying to figure out if it was something he said or did the last time you two had sex. But nothing came to mind. But once he really thought deeply about what took place between you two on that day, he remembered that in the middle of you two messing around Jungwon referred to himself as ‘daddy’. Surely that couldn’t be why you had been avoiding him, but that was the only thing it could be. Now he was determined to figure out if the reason you were avoiding him was out of embarrassment. Jungwon may have said it as a joke at first, but once he saw how you reacted to it, and how much you liked it he was scheming ways to bring it back up. But he’d never be able to if you kept running away every single time. It wasn’t even about that really, he usually doesn’t get much free time with you to be intimate. He was going crazy, he needed to touch you, not even in a sexual way. He just needed you.

Jungwon was determined that today was the day he was going to confront you about the issue at hand. He was lucky enough to have the afternoon off, meaning he had plenty of time to set the scene for what he was hoping would be a fun night. He wanted to show you that there wasn’t anything to be embarrassed about, he didn’t even care if you two never used the word again he just wanted to make you feel better. So his big plan was to cook you a nice dinner by candlelight with your favorite wine. He realized with how busy he’s been, he hasn’t done something like this for you in awhile. He made a mental reminder to make more time for romance in your relationship.He timed everything just right, finishing up dinner as soon as you walked in the door. He met you at the door, taking your coat off of you and hanging it up. He immediately goes to pull you into a hug, which you let him do with ease. But being in such close proximity to you starts to overtake his senses. He has to pull away from you or else he fears he’d try and fuck you right on the spot. Once you turn around you see that the apartment is decorated and that dinner is ready for you two on the table. You break out into a little smile once you take it all in. “What’s all this baby”? He’s too busy staring at you and imagining finally getting to have you after weeks that it takes a second for his brain to catch up. “Just wanted to do something special for my baby”. At that, you pull him into another hug and briefly nuzzle into his chest. “You’re too good to me” is what he thinks you say, your voice is a little muffled so he can’t 100% make it out. “It’s what you deserve baby. Let’s go eat dinner yeah”?

You two have dinner and pass the time talking about your days and sharing little anecdotes that you think the other will find amusing. But once dinner is over you feel a shift in the air. You aren’t sure what it is at first, but one look at Jungwon and you’re ready to run for the hills. You know that look, you’ve been on the receiving end of it hundreds of times. Jungwon can feel your body start to tense up, he can tell that any second now you’re gonna try and make a break for it. “I know you’re thinking of running. Why have you been avoiding me baby”? You honestly hadn’t given it any thought that he had figured you out, but you weren’t exactly hiding it either. “I- I uh don’t know what you mean”. He moves past you to the couch turning around to give you a pointed look to show he expected you to follow him. Once he’s sat down with you next to him he lets out a frustrated sigh. “Don’t lie to me baby, just tell me what’s going on so I can make you feel better”. Deep down you knew it wasn’t a big deal and that Jungwon would never make fun of you for liking it but you were embarrassed. “I got embarrassed” you mumble out, eyes unable to meet his gaze. At that, he pulled you over to sit in his lap, his hand immediately coming up to play with your hair. “Is this about the daddy thing Princess”? You weren’t surprised he had already come to that conclusion given how well he knew you. “maybe”. He grabs your chin softly turning you to look directly at him. “You don’t need to be embarrassed baby. It’s okay that you liked it. I did too”.

You hadn’t let yourself think about the possibility of him liking it, but now that he had said as much you could feel all of the embarrassment and shame start to slip away. “You did”? You asked him a little more hopeful than you’d intended. “Yeah baby. Do you know how hot it was seeing you get so worked up over that? Been dying to do it since”. You start to feel the effects of not letting yourself be with him for the last few weeks seep into your body. Your body was a ticking time bomb by this point, you knew if you played your cards right you’d be in for a really fun night. “Really”? It isn’t until this moment that you feel him under you. All you were doing was sitting on his lap but that was the most physical contact you two had; had for weeks so his body was extra sensitive. “Baby, you came so hard after that, it’s all I could think about for weeks. Just want to make you feel good”. Your cheeks go flush at the tone of voice he is using. The last time you heard it was his birthday. It was almost blinding the way his mood flipped. “Daddy just wants to make his baby feel good”. Your breathing became noticeably heavier when he finally spoke the word you’d been thinking about for weeks. “I want you to make me feel good”. That response wasn’t good enough for him, you can tell by the way he tsks at you, shaking his head. “If you want something you need to ask for it like a good girl”. You knew what he wanted and in a split second you had to make a decision, you ultimately decide to lean into it. “Can you make me feel good please, daddy”?

His face lit up with pride at hearing you finally lean into it. “Don’t worry baby, daddy’s gonna make you feel good. But first, I laid something out for you to wear for me. It’s in the bedroom. Be a good girl and go put it on for me”. He prompts you to get up and walk towards the room, giving you a small smack on the ass encouraging you to move faster. All he had laid out for you was one of his oversized t shirts. You make quick work to change before walking back out to him in the living room. “You look so beautiful for me baby. Come over here and sit on my lap”. Once you made contact with his lap you were reminded yet again how hard he was for you. “Mm do you feel that baby? Feel how hard I am for you”. He decides to accentuate his point by placing his hands on your hips to hold you down while he grinded up into you. You’re reminded that you have nothing on under your shirt by how much of him you can feel through his pants. He eventually stopped holding your hips only after he had started moving them to grind on him. You immediately got lost in the movement not even having realized he was sitting back watching you. He was more than content watching you grind on him with your eyes closed and your head thrown back. He knew that you were just as desperate for him as he had been for you. When you opened your eyes to look at him you could only see lust looking back at you. But you don’t stop,you had deprived yourself of this for too long and you needed release. Jungwon let out a soft sigh “feel good baby”? It felt so good, but you needed more you always needed more. “feels good daddy”. Jungwon felt you falter just a little but enough for him to know that you needed more from him.

“But you need more don’t you baby? Need more from daddy huh”? He doesn’t wait for you to answer before he’s moved his hand down in between your legs, playing with your clit lazily. You let out a long drawn out moan at the contact that you’d been waiting for, which is of course, music to your lovers ears. He plays with you for the next few minutes feeling you grow wetter by the second before without warning he eases two fingers into your cunt. He’s quick to move his other hand in between your thighs to keep hold on your clit all while fingering you open. The only sounds that could be heard were of the squelching sounds coming from every stroke of Jungwon’s fingers plunging in and out of you. “Feels so good right baby? I know you love when I fuck you real good with my fingers”. He had started cooing at you, continuing to fuck you faster pushing you closer to the edge by the second. “So good daddy so good”. The way he looked at you was as if you were the only person in the world, but he always looked at you that way. That’s how you knew in the truly intense moments of your relationship that he loved you. You could always tell in the way he looked at you, like you were something to behold.

“Think you can take another finger baby”? He wasn’t asking for permission, he was going to do it regardless unless he genuinely thought you didn’t like it. But the way you were clinging onto him just confirmed what he already thought. So he continued on fucking three fingers into you at a steady pace, he isn’t sure when but some time during his ministrations you snuck a hand down in between you two and started palming him over his pants. You work quick to undo his pants just enough to pull his cock out. The first drag of your palm on him sent shivers through his body. But when you pulled your hand away briefly to spit on it before taking him back in your hand was when he really started to lose control. “Fuck that’s good baby, keep going”. That was all you needed to hear before speeding your hand up to the point where Jungwon was letting out breathy moans all the while never stopping his fingers from fucking in and out of you. “Gonna make me cum baby, need you to cum with me, can you do that for daddy”? He’s able to get a few more sharp thrusts into you before your body spasms and you’re finishing all over his fingers. Within seconds he’s flung over the edge and cumming into your hand. You continue to stroke him through his orgasm until he’s overstimulated, reaching a hand out to still your movements. “enough baby, s-too much”.

He pulls you to lay down with him on the couch, just relaxing and trying to recover from the rather intense orgasm he just had. He had been playing with your hair and leaving little kisses all over your face. “You did so good for me baby. Think you can take more”? For him you were always sure you could take more, it wouldn’t matter if you were exhausted you’d never deny him. But there was something sitting in the back of your head this entire time that you absolutely had to ask him. “Do you really like the daddy thing baby”? He hadn’t really wanted to admit until just now just how hard it made him when you referred to him as ‘Daddy’. “Fuck baby, I love it so much. Now what do you say, is it okay if daddy fucks you now”? A shiver ran through your body hearing him confirm just how much he liked it. So you answer by batting your eyes at him and smiling “oh please fuck me daddy”. He’s gentle with you this time around, as opposed to the last time he fucked you long and hard all night long. He had been set on going straight to fucking you, but seeing your wet pussy right in front of him like that changed his mind. He wanted to reward you for being so good for him. So he spent the next few minutes making you fall apart on his tongue, until he was fucking you through two more orgasms. He spent the next hour fucking you slowly, until you were both clinging onto each other whispering each others names. By the end of the day he lost track of how many times he had made you cum, but he enjoyed spending his time with you this way. But more than anything, he was relieved you weren’t avoiding him anymore, and also that you both found something you both enjoyed immensely. He was sure in the future it would be the cause of many moments of passion.

[aveli-li]

HEADCANNONS OF GRAYSON X PREGNANT READER (ilysm😼)

Grayson and the Haven

warnings: established relationship, gender neutral reader, pregnant r!, pregnancy mentions, fluff, no smut, minors dni

a/n: LOVE YOU DOLLIE THANK YOU FOR THIS ASK I LOVED MAKING THIS AAAAA the baby fever this gave me is unbearable

♡ be prepared not to move a single finger.

♡ Grayson will not let you do anything that might take risk in the first months of the pregnancy, although you can perfectly do your chores just needing to add care to not force your body a lot, Grayson prefers to have you rested.

♡ If someone makes an offhand comment about your pregnancy or about you, she will make the person who they are talking to.

♡ Grayson will have to balance work with her personal life. It has been a great development since you two got together but since you are carrying her child she makes sure to come home earlier to have more time with you, and of course, checking you all the time.

♡ She understands how suffocating that might be and that you have your life and know how to take care of yourself, but please, this woman is protective by nature. It won't change her in such a vulnerable moment to leave you alone.

♡ She refuses and does rather not take risk quests and situations. Fearing her job could cause some harm to you and your baby, even in the future. If she has to go, she will take double care about it to not worry you and the baby about the mission and as soon as she returns she calls you to hear her voice and how things went well, or a bit tough but most important is that she is safe.

♡ The most lovely place in the world for her is next to you. Her muscled arm marking room for your head to rest, one hand caressing your hair and the other resting on your growing belly, she couldn't ask for anything better.

♡ He helps you build a nest to accommodate your belly once it grows bigger, and you found victory about the many pillows you wanted to buy that she found unnecessary. She helps you through your sleep, rubbing your back, caressing your belly, or massaging your sore legs and hips until you fall asleep again.

♡ Maybe, just maybe, for Grayson, the moment it all became true and realized that you were carrying her child was when she felt their first kick when she was baby talking to your belly. A late moment, but something on her switched, and she realized what she would become in a few months. She had a moment to process it, and couldn't believe that the baby gave this sort of signal when she talked to them.

♡ Grayson doesn't get emotional often, but since the thought of starting a family lightened up on her, you could see her emotional moreover. She doesn’t cry or have outbursts like you (and those damn hormones messing with your feelings), but she tears up in adoration, of finding someone that trusted her, and wanted to start a family with her.

♡ She has moments of doubt. You catch her staring at your belly, lost in thought, but your reassurance words saying that she will be a great mother eases her mind.

♡ And when the moment gets too tough for you, seeing your body changing so much over the weeks, Grayson pulls you into her lap and presses kisses all over your body, saying in a whisper and proudly how breathtaking you look.

♡ Buying clothes and the furniture was tiring but both agreed on the colors and decoration for the room. Grayson built everything, from the small wardrobe to the little crib, a teddy bear placed on the pillow that they will soon hold to sleep.

♡ Some nights, you find her in the baby's room, taking a moment to appreciate everything both are building together.

♡ A pillar of strength, respected by her peers, even feared by some. But with she's was something else, something softer. Grayson had all her love dedicated to you and only you. And now, for the little baby growing bigger every day.

☆ Small bonus, but imaging enforcer Grayon coming home to her pregnant partner, very housewife scenario aaa 🩷🩷

[ayumigotabittoolonely]

Valentine's day

SYPNOSIS : valentine's day has come and so has your boyfriend's excitement (some of you are married)

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I mean everyone btw even jogo

Choso kamo (boyfie)

Choso x Reader Valentine’s Day

A Simple Yet Deeply Meaningful Celebration – Choso isn’t flashy or over the top, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t care. In fact, because he cares so much, he spends weeks thinking about how to make this day special for you. He’s not great with modern traditions, but he wants to understand because you matter to him.

Handmade Gifts, Because He’s That Thoughtful – Choso isn’t the type to buy expensive gifts, but whatever he gives you is handmade and filled with love. Maybe he carefully ties a bracelet for you, gathering the best materials he can find. Maybe he presses a flower between the pages of a book and writes a note beside it. Whatever it is, it’s so personal that it makes your heart ache in the best way.

Quality Time Over Anything Else – Choso’s love language is just being with you. He doesn’t need grand gestures he just wants you. Maybe he takes you to a quiet, hidden spot where you can sit under the stars together. Maybe he lays his head in your lap, letting you play with his hair as he murmurs, “I don’t need anything else. Just this.”

Food Is a Love Language, Too – If you cook for him? You own his entire soul. He’s so touched he just sits there for a moment, staring at the plate before softly saying, “You made this for me?” And then he eats so happily that you feel like you just won the lottery. If he cooks for you, it’s a little messy, but the effort is so pure you could cry.

Soft, Unwavering Devotion – Choso isn’t loud about his love, but it’s unshakable. At some point in the night, he just pulls you close, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he whispers, “You are the most important person in my life.” And the way he says it? So gentle, so firm like it’s an undeniable truth, something that will never change.

A Love That Feels Safe – Being with Choso on Valentine’s Day isn’t about extravagance it’s about comfort. It’s about knowing that in his arms, in his presence, you are home. And when he falls asleep with his arms wrapped securely around you, you realize that with him, every day feels like Valentine’s.

Toji fushiguro (boyfie)

Toji Fushiguro x Reader A Reckless Yet Stupidly Sweet Valentine’s Day

Forgot the Day Until the Last Minute… But Plays It Off Like He Didn’t – Let’s be real, Toji is not the type to mark Valentine’s Day on his calendar. He totally forgot until he saw couples all over the city and was like, "Oh… shit." But do you think he’s gonna admit that? Never. Instead, he smirks and goes, “Of course I had something planned, baby. You think I’d forget my favorite person?” (He 100% pulled that out of his ass on the spot.)

The Most Unconventional “Date” Ever – Toji refuses to do anything normal. Fancy dinner? Boring. He’s taking you to do something dangerous and exciting maybe betting on illegal fights, sneaking into an abandoned building for the thrill, or riding around on his motorcycle with no destination in mind. “Best way to spend the day is doing something that makes your heart race, right?”

Surprisingly Thoughtful Gift (That He Pretends Is No Big Deal) – He acts like he’s not the romantic type, but then he casually hands you a gift that is so ridiculously perfect you don’t even know what to say. It could be a weapon ("For protection, duh."), a rare piece of jewelry (that he may or may not have stolen), or even something deeply personal like a lucky charm he’s had for years. But when you try to thank him, he just shrugs. “Don’t get all mushy on me, sweetheart.” (Meanwhile, he’s secretly thriving on your reaction.)

A Tease, But Only You Get to See the Soft Side – He spends half the day teasing you calling you lovebird just to make you flustered, slinging an arm around your shoulders like you belong to him (because you do). But when the night winds down, and it’s just the two of you, he pulls you into his lap, pressing a slow kiss to your shoulder. "You know you’re the only one that gets this side of me, right?"

The “I Love You” That’s Not in Words – Toji isn’t a big talker when it comes to emotions, but his love is obvious in the way he pulls you closer when he thinks you’re about to leave, in the way his hand lingers on your back protectively, in the way he lets you see the rare moments where he’s just a man, not a hitman, not a fighter just yours.

Ends the Night With a Smirk and a Challenge – He leans back, arms behind his head, grinning. “So… did I win Valentine’s, or what?” And before you can even answer, he’s already pulling you into him again, voice low as he murmurs against your lips, “Guess I’ll have to make sure you never forget this one.”

Higurumu (husband)

Hiromi Higuruma x Reader A Deeply Loving, Quietly Romantic 7th Valentine’s Together

A Love That’s Steady and Sure – After seven years of marriage, Higuruma doesn’t overcomplicate things. He’s not one for flashy grand gestures, but his love is the kind that’s consistent, unwavering, and felt in every little thing he does. He believes that love isn’t proven in one day it’s proven every day. And yet… he still makes sure Valentine’s is special in his own way.

A Slow, Peaceful Morning Together – Unlike the early days of your relationship, where Valentine’s might’ve been full of nervous energy, now? It’s comfortably intimate. He wakes up before you, makes coffee just the way you like it, and lets you sleep in. When you finally wake up, he greets you with a quiet “Happy Valentine’s,” pressing a slow kiss to your forehead, his hands warm against your back.

A Thoughtful, Meaningful Gift – Higuruma isn’t someone who buys random gifts just for the sake of it. He listens he always listens. So his gift is deeply personal maybe a book you’ve been wanting, a journal with little handwritten notes inside, or something sentimental from your early days together. If he writes you a letter? It’s so beautifully worded that it makes you tear up.

A Private, Romantic Dinner at Home – He prefers something quiet and intimate, just the two of you. Maybe he cooks for you (he’s actually pretty good at it), or maybe you cook together, sharing soft laughter as you move around the kitchen. He pours you a glass of wine, watches you with that small, deeply affectionate smile of his, and when you’re both done eating, he reaches across the table to hold your hand, thumb brushing gently over your ring.

A Moment of Reflection – At some point in the evening, he leans back, studying you quietly before saying in that deep, calm voice, “Seven years, huh? Feels like yesterday.” There’s something so soft in his eyes, something that makes your heart ache in the best way.

A Dance in the Living Room – Maybe there’s music playing softly in the background, or maybe it’s just the hum of the city outside, but Higuruma pulls you into his arms and sways with you, his hands firm but gentle. He doesn’t say much he doesn’t need to. The way he holds you says everything.

A Kiss That Feels Like a Promise – Before bed, he kisses you slow, deep, and filled with seven years of love and devotion. When he pulls away, his fingers linger against your cheek as he murmurs, “I’d do it all over again. Every single moment. Every single year.” And with that? He pulls you close, pressing one last kiss to your temple before whispering, “Happy Valentine’s, love.”

Yu haibara (boyfiee)

Haibara Yu x Reader The Sweetest, Purest Valentine’s Day

Excited Like a Golden Retriever – Haibara is so pumped for Valentine’s Day. He’s been planning for weeks asking Nanami for advice (which Nanami regrets because Haibara won’t stop talking about it), secretly watching romance movies for research, and practicing how he’s going to confess to you in the mirror like a dork.

The Handmade Valentine – He absolutely makes you a handwritten card. It’s a little messy, with way too many hearts doodled around the edges, but it’s so full of love that you almost tear up. “I wrote like… three drafts before this, but I still don’t think it’s good enough.” (It’s perfect, and you tell him so, making him blush like crazy.)

A Date That’s Simple but Filled With Love – He’s not about fancy stuff he just wants to spend the day with you. Maybe it’s a picnic in the park where he brings all your favorite snacks, or maybe it’s an arcade date where he insists on winning you a prize (and gets way too competitive about it). Either way, he’s grinning the entire time because he just loves being with you.

Gives You a Gift With the Most Genuine Smile – It’s nothing extravagant probably something small but incredibly thoughtful, like a charm that represents something special between you two or a silly little keychain that reminded him of you. He hands it to you a little nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s kinda dumb, but I saw it and thought of you.” (It’s not dumb, and you treasure it forever.)

SO Shy When You Give Him a Gift Back – The second you hand him something, he’s flustered beyond belief. His ears turn red, his eyes widen, and he just stares at it for a second before grinning like an absolute fool. “Wait… you got something for me, too?! No way!” He acts all casual, but he’s secretly so touched that he spends the rest of the day staring at it like it’s the most precious thing in the world.

The Most Giddy, Love-Struck Goodbye – When the day ends, he’s so reluctant to leave. He keeps lingering, rocking on his heels, grinning at you like he just won the lottery. And then, right before he leaves, he suddenly pulls you into a tight hug, holding onto you like he never wants to let go. “This was the best Valentine’s ever.” (You can feel how fast his heart is racing.)

Sleeps With the Dumbest, Happiest Smile on His Face – That night, Haibara literally kicks his feet in the air before passing out with the biggest smile. Nanami walks in, sees him like that, and just sighs. “You’re in love, aren’t you?” Haibara, grinning into his pillow: “DUH.”

Jogo (boyfriend 💀 don't ask me)

Jogo x Reader A Hot 🤤 Valentine’s Day

THINKS HE’S TOO GOOD FOR VALENTINE’S, BUT STILL PARTICIPATES – “Tch, human traditions are ridiculous.” (Proceeds to overthink what to get you for three days straight.)

THE GIFT? LITERALLY ON FIRE – Jogo doesn’t do basic gifts. Expect something dramatic like a molten lava rock that glows because it’s infused with his cursed energy. “It’s as hot as my passion for you.” If you laugh, he gets SO offended. “WHAT?! IT’S ROMANTIC.”

DATE NIGHT? A FIRE-THEMED EXPERIENCE – He takes you somewhere with heat maybe a cozy bonfire night, a very spicy food challenge, or even a volcano-side getaway. (“If you can’t handle the heat, you don’t deserve me.”)

GETS JEALOUS OVER EVERYTHING – If anyone so much as looks at you, he literally sparks up in flames. “Do you want me to incinerate them? Just say the word.” (Bro, chill.)

A FIERY, PASSIONATE CONFESSION – At some point, he gets serious and rumbles, “You’re the only human I tolerate. No, more than that… I burn for you.” (Does this sound poetic? Maybe. But also kinda terrifying.)

THE KISS? INTENSE – If you kiss him, prepare for literal heat. His lips are hot to the touch, and he definitely smirks afterward like he just won something. “See? You can’t resist me.”

(I m sorry babes 💀 it's just i promised y'all that I'll make everyone)

[suugarbabe]

sirius black x potter!reader

was feeling angsty and sad girl a few days ago and wrote this so if this is only for me then that’s okay 🥲

He knew he shouldn’t be doing it; knew Lily would scold him. But who could blame him for enjoying a relaxing afternoon cig in an empty common room. And Sirius *loved* the sofas in the common room. He even joked about asking Minnie if he could take one for his own flat once he graduated.

So there he was, spread out on his favorite velvet sofa, cigarette between his lips. He lit it with his wand casually, taking a long drag with his eyes closed. He slowly let the smoke billow from his lips, taking in the silence around him when he heard the portrait door swing open.

He coughed, sitting up straight and waving his hand in the air quickly to try and disperse the smoke lingering in the air as he realized it was just you coming and not someone who would get him in trouble, “Godric, love, you scared me. Thought you were Evans.”

His words fell on deaf ears as you walked right by him and sat at the other end of the sofa. It was like you didn’t even notice him, or the smoke for that matter. Instead you sat with your legs criss-crossed on the couch, eyes cast down to your fingers fiddling in your lap.

Sirius just…watched for a moment. You were clearly upset. But also clearly wanted to be alone, or so it seemed. He thought maybe he should leave, even bracing himself on the arm of the sofa to go. Then he saw it, the slight tremble in your shoulders, your hands coming to cup your face.

“Woah, hey there trouble…are you okay, love?” When you didn’t respond he moved closer, hand reaching out tentatively as if he was approaching a wounded animal. Your real name left his lips the second time he tried to get your attention, “What’s got you so-“

“What’s wrong with me?” your head turned so abruptly that Sirius flinched back. Your eyes welled with tears, lip quivering. Sirius was always shit with feelings, pushing his own deep enough down that even he had trouble finding them.

“Why would you say that, love? Did some rotten bloke say that to you? Do you want me to go get James?” Your eyes widened, “No!”

Sirius nodded, “O-okay, I’ll just, erm..” He glanced around the common room, noticing it was still empty despite the two of you. He wracked his brain for something comforting to say when you started speaking again.

“Why am I never good enough, Siri? Why am I good enough for one date, but not two? Why am I good enough to flirt with at a party, but nothing more, hmm? They can make out with me in a dark corridor but just as long as their friends don’t see…” a few tears fell down your cheeks, eyes shiny and glossy as you looked over to him, “Sirius..why doesn’t anyone like me enough to call me theirs?”

At that the tears began to fall harder and Sirius felt his chest tighten, his heart felt like someone had it held in their fist and started squeezing. “Oh, sweet girl…come on, c’mere..” Sirius wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his chest. The action was so kind and so sweet that it only made you cry more, and every sob that wracked your body made Sirius want to squeeze you harder.

Sirius held you tight, leaning back to lay on the couch again but keeping you close to his chest. “I don’t know who made you feel this way, dolly, but they’re wrong.” You buried your face into his chest with a groan, “You don’t have to say that, Siri…” Sirius’s brows furrowed, “You mean the truth?”

You turned your head, settling your chin on his chest to look at him, “You don’t have to say nice things and call me sweet to cheer me up because I’m related to James.” Sirius smiled, running his fingers lightly through your hair, “If anything, being related to James should make you repulsive.” This got you to smile, lightly pinching his side in revenge.

“Ow, fuck! Okay, okay, sorry,” Sirius’s giggle was contagious and seeped into you, spreading warmth and dissipating any previous feelings. Sirius’s smile softened seeing you more relaxed, bringing his hand up to cup your cheek. His thumb traced lightly over your cheekbone, “I know guys have been shit to you lately, you don’t deserve it in the slightest. Maybe..erm, maybe we can hangout tomorrow. I’ll show you a proper good time.”

You gnawed slightly on your bottom lip to keep your grin from growing too large, “We’re hanging out now, Siri.” Sirius nodded, “Yeah, s’pose you’re right..” You laid your head back down, Sirius now absentmindedly stroking your hair. “Can I just take a nap here, Siri. I’m emotionally exhausted,” you buried your face deeper into his chest, like you already knew he wouldn’t deny you.

“Sure, doll. Go ‘head and get all snug,” Sirius let you adjust and get comfortable. Because how could he ever deny you. He loved you. It just wasn’t quite time for you to know that fully..not yet

[krepedforbreakfast]

「 ✦ 𝚅𝙰𝙻𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚂 ✦ 」ˏˋ°•*⁀➷  ✧ 𝙱𝚁𝙸𝙳𝙾𝙽 𝚃𝚁𝙸𝙾 ✧ 𝚡 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁

𝕏𝕀𝔸 𝔽𝔼𝕀 / 𝔽𝔼𝕃𝕀𝕏

𝚇𝚒𝚊 𝙵𝚎𝚒 would be 100% confident that he’ll bag you no sweat– so he put off the planning till 3 days before valentines.

𝚇𝚒𝚊 𝙵𝚎𝚒 then starts panicking.

𝚇𝚒𝚊 𝙵𝚎𝚒 paces around the room, digging for anything he could give you or use as an ask-out

𝚇𝚒𝚊 𝙵𝚎𝚒 realizes he has nothing (bc he’s poor as hell.)- maybe a few fancy perfumes from Vein, but they’re all opened 💀

𝚇𝚒𝚊 𝙵𝚎𝚒 gets lazy and throws them in the brown paper bag he got while grocery shopping anyway

buuuuut 𝚇𝚒𝚊 𝙵𝚎𝚒 realizes who he’s confessing to (the love of his live who he’d be very depressed over if he fumbled)

Soooo 𝚇𝚒𝚊 𝙵𝚎𝚒 he calls up Vein and he’s basically crying over the phone over how you’re going to reject him and how he’s too poor for you (there is not a big wage gap between you two 💀) Vein thought he was drunk…

Vein finds the situation pretty amusing, but he wants 𝚇𝚒𝚊 𝙵𝚎𝚒 to be happy so he sends over a goooood chunk of money 

𝚇𝚒𝚊 𝙵𝚎𝚒 had originally wanted to spend his own money so that i’d be 100% his work to confess, but then he counted his money and took the funds dreadfully

Vein asks him what he’s gonna get you, and 𝚇𝚒𝚊 𝙵𝚎𝚒 ends up going running on a list of all your favourite things. He didn’t realize he was doing it, he was really just brainstorming aloud. 

Usually Vein’s the expert when it comes to all things fancy, but 𝚇𝚒𝚊 𝙵𝚎𝚒 takes the lead this time, dipping into all your favourite stores buying restocks of all your favourite products (that you never mentioned…?)

Before 𝚇𝚒𝚊 𝙵𝚎𝚒 realises, he’s spent all the money Vien gave him (which to be fair wasn’t that much…?) 

Soo 𝚇𝚒𝚊 𝙵𝚎𝚒 goes back home to start arranging everything!! 

𝚇𝚒𝚊 𝙵𝚎𝚒 Carefully padding your gifts with pink tissue paper, handwriting a letter, making sure the folds are neat and sharp, wrapping everything with ribbon.

Annnnd before he knew it, 𝚇𝚒𝚊 𝙵𝚎𝚒 fell asleep. On your gifts.

𝚇𝚒𝚊 𝙵𝚎𝚒 woke up realizing he doesn’t actually have a plan.

𝕃𝕀𝕌 𝕏𝕀𝔸𝕆 / 𝕏𝔸𝕍𝕀𝔼ℝ

𝙻𝚒𝚞 𝚇𝚒𝚊𝚘 started casually dropping questions like “are you running out on any products?” and “What are your thoughts on these flowers? They rot pretty fast, but they’re beautiful while they last” months before valentines. you’ve completely forgotten about them

Other things like your favourite foods, plushies, and in general what sort of things you’d want 𝙻𝚒𝚞 𝚇𝚒𝚊𝚘 knew already, picking out gifts was no sweat

𝙻𝚒𝚞 𝚇𝚒𝚊𝚘 started stocking up on gifts and making reservations way before you even thought about valentines

𝙻𝚒𝚞 𝚇𝚒𝚊𝚘 bought you a fancy dress for the occasion too! And ofcourse it matched his suit.

On the day, 𝙻𝚒𝚞 𝚇𝚒𝚊𝚘 either made you breakfast himself, or doordashed it if he couldn’t make it

You had bought a few things for 𝙻𝚒𝚞 𝚇𝚒𝚊𝚘 too, and handmade some others. You knew it wouldn’t be anywhere near the value of the hundreds he’d spend on you, but still– you had to do something.

But in 𝙻𝚒𝚞 𝚇𝚒𝚊𝚘’s eyes, the bouquet and plushie you got him were everything. He toned down his smile to a normal one so you wouldn’t think he’s that down bad for you (he is. He very much is.) He really couldn’t hold back his smile, kept looking at the plushie and squeezing it while it’s hand like it was a mini you. Omg he’d take such good care of it.

𝙻𝚒𝚞 𝚇𝚒𝚊𝚘 did all the stuff the ideal boyfriend would. 

Cute dinner date (candle lit at your favourite fancy restaurant), pulled out your chair (like the gentleman he is), takes the prettiest photos, wiped crumbs off your lips, gave u his jacket when you got cold, everything. 

You felt like your face was going to overheat and die.

But really- 𝙻𝚒𝚞 𝚇𝚒𝚊𝚘 was much more giddy than you were. Just better at hiding it.

And ofcourse 𝙻𝚒𝚞 𝚇𝚒𝚊𝚘's pride was inflated a bit, knowing how fast your heart was beating

(this is a side note, but he’d literally know exactly when ur uncomfy bc of his ability)

Ended the day either gazing at the stars on a picnic blanket, or just watching a movie at home. Because obviously he prepared two plans, depending on how tired you felt at that point ;)

𝕍𝔼𝕀ℕ

𝚅𝚎𝚒𝚗 remembered to plan something once he heard some of his workers gushing over what their boyfriends were going to do for valentines, or who they were hoping would ask them out

𝚅𝚎𝚒𝚗 wasn’t a huge festive person (unless it was for ‘Cannibal Appreciation Day’ which he took a weird amount of happiness in- and you didn’t even know about until he asked you to celebrate it with him) given his busy schedule, but he knew you were, so 𝚅𝚎𝚒𝚗 figured it be worth taking a day off from work.

𝚅𝚎𝚒𝚗 saw no need to busy his hands, so he told his assistants exactly what flowers to get (including how many, the ribbon, wrapping, and which florist to get it from), where to book reservations (in the best tables of course. And he would’ve rented out the restaurant, but he knew you’d feel awkward just staring at him in a completely empty dinner, and feel bad that he’d literally ruin every other couple’s plans 💀) and everything else

𝚅𝚎𝚒𝚗 went to buy a perfume for you in person (since you don’t truly ‘understand a scent’ unless you smell it for yourself) (his words not mine). 𝚅𝚎𝚒𝚗 knew exactly what scent he was going for. A base note of Vanilla, a heart note of Cinnamon, and a headnote of Lemon. 

Or if there was something else that screamed ‘you’, he wouldn’t be able to resist buying it for you. 

𝚅𝚎𝚒𝚗 ended up putting in a custom order, just for you. He admitted that he probably shouldn’t be doing everything less than a week before the big day, but with enough money anything is possible.

He reviewed the (very big) bouquet once it had arrived as well, just to make sure it was good enough for you.

𝚅𝚎𝚒𝚗 had everything had been set up. A fully glammed out limbo, and Blackcard(s) ready for you. Now he just had to wait til tomorrow, show up at your door and oh so charismatically as you out.

Yup, 𝚅𝚎𝚒𝚗 was done for the day. So he packed his bag and prepared to leave the office. Uuuuunntill one of his assistants said someone had requested his ‘immediate presence’  

So 𝚅𝚎𝚒𝚗 irritatedly threw on a smile and opened the doors to the small room (that wasn’t meant to be a meeting room- it was more of a closet? But his closets are huge so it’s not that bad)

“Hm? Who wanted to see me?”

The door was then slammed behind him by the previous assistant. Vein flicked the lights on immediately, to know what the hell was going on.

He then had a heart attack and died. 

Boohoo.

Kidding (i love vein guys pls believe me).

It was you! With a bouquet of your own flowers and a small gift bag. Standing awkwardly in the middle of the room.

A few moments of silence followed, while you tried to find your words and 𝚅𝚎𝚒𝚗 looked at you with utmost curiosity.

"Awww!! Did you do all this for me? You really didn't have to~" "I felt like I should- since you do so much for me... Don't think too much of it."

He ate the flowers.

(Yea ok I got a bit lazy here- mb chat !!)

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The Breaking Point

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࿐ ࿔:･ﾟPairing: idolbf!riki x f!reader

࿐ ࿔:･ﾟGenre: angst

࿐ ࿔:･ﾟWarnings: none

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It’s late. The lights from the concert stage have long faded, leaving only the quiet hum of the city beneath the hotel room. Y/n sits by the window, watching the lights flicker below. The glass feels cold against her fingertips, a contrast to the warmth that used to exist between her and riki. But that warmth has been fading—slowly at first, then all at once, like the last ember of a fire dying out.

The door clicks open behind her. She doesn’t turn around. She doesn’t have to. She knows it’s him.

Riki steps inside, still in his stage clothes, his hair a little messy from the performance, but there’s no exhaustion in his posture—only distance. His presence doesn’t fill the room the way it used to. If anything, it makes it feel smaller, suffocating.

y/n swallows the lump in her throat and stands, her heart already racing. “Riki,” she says softly, trying to keep her voice steady. “Are you okay?”

He doesn’t answer right away. He just exhales sharply, dragging a hand through his hair before tossing his bag onto the bed with more force than necessary. The silence stretches between them, thick and unbearable.

And then, without even looking at her, he says, “We need to talk.”

The words hit like a slap. Y/n’s stomach twists painfully, but she forces herself to nod. “Okay,” she whispers. “Then talk.”

Riki finally meets her gaze, and for the first time in weeks, she realizes how far away he already is. There’s something cold in his expression—indifference, maybe, or something even worse.

“I can’t do this anymore,” he says bluntly. “Us.”

y/n flinches. It’s not what he’s saying, it’s how he’s saying it. Detached. Like she’s a problem he’s finally found the courage to get rid of.

“What?” Her voice cracks, but she doesn’t care. “You can’t just—riki, where is this coming from?”

His jaw clenches. He looks away, shaking his head. “Don’t act like you didn’t see this coming. You had to have felt it, too.”

She takes a step forward, desperate, grasping at something—anything. “Felt what? That you’ve been ignoring me? That you’ve been pushing me away?” She exhales shakily. “I thought we were just going through a rough patch. I thought you just needed time.”

Riki scoffs, and the sound cuts through her like a knife. “Time?” He lets out a bitter laugh, finally meeting her eyes again. “Y/n, I’ve been trying. I really have. But I just… I don’t feel the same way anymore.”

The room spins.

No. No, he’s lying. He has to be.

Her hands tremble as she shakes her head. “You don’t mean that.”

“Yeah,” he breathes. “I do.”

The finality in his tone makes her knees go weak.

She lets out a shuddering breath, forcing herself to stand her ground. “So that’s it? You’re just done? Just like that?”

Riki shrugs, like it doesn’t even matter. Like she doesn’t even matter. “It’s not working anymore.”

Y/n stares at him, trying to find something—anything—that resembles the boy she fell in love with. But she can’t. He’s already gone.

“You’re a coward,” she whispers, her voice thick with tears. “You don’t get to stand here and act like I’m the problem. You’re the one who gave up.”

riki’s expression hardens, his gaze sharp. “Maybe I did,” he says coldly. “And maybe you should, too.”

The words steal the air from her lungs.

She bites her lip to stop the sob from escaping, blinking rapidly to clear her vision. But it’s useless. She’s breaking, and he’s just standing there, watching it happen.

Y/n inhales shakily, straightening her posture even though her heart is in pieces. “I hope you realize what you’re throwing away,” she murmurs. “I hope you regret this.”

Riki doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t even blink. “I won’t.”

And that’s what finally makes her stop fighting.

She nods slowly, taking a step back. “Okay,” she whispers. “Then I won’t, either.”

She turns before he can see her cry. Before she can change her mind.

She doesn’t slam the door when she leaves. She doesn’t say goodbye.

She just walks away.

And this time, he doesn’t stop her.