#hes so sarcastic but he has a big heart okay he just loves his sister

[mynameis-veryfuckingconfused]

"He was right next to the railing." "He tripped." "No. He didn't."

[vanillakook]

DOPAMINE (PT. 1) ꔫ - JJK

synopsis: mingyu’s little sister has a question for jungkook

parings: brothersbestfriend!jk x fem!reader

warnings: dirty talk and explicit language, dom!jk, sneaking around, car sex, oral sex, (f. receiving), tones of corruption, self masturbation, guided masturbation, established crush/unrequited love, sexual tension, slow burn sort of, reader and jk already have a great relationship, touch her you die trope, brothers best friend trope, big!muscley!jungkook obv, might be a series?! im just saying stuff now?!!

“can you make me cum?”

usually when you asked jungkook for a favor it was for a few bucks or when you needed a ride somewhere. so he was trying to make sense of what he was just asked. he blinked. once, then twice, then a third. he blinked until his eyesight finally got back to seeing one of you, and not five. he blinked at you, who just so happened to be his best friends younger sister. kim mingyu’s younger sister.

“what?”

“can you– are you really going to make me repeat it?” your lips pursed and your manicured hands went up to rest on your hips. you lowered your voice before asking again, “i said… can you make me cum.” you said more of as a demand now, making his tip leak a bit. the kitchen you both resided in felt like it was closing in on him.

“i’ll just pretend i didn’t hear that, and you pretend you didn’t say it, cool?” jungkook just shook his head with a laugh. as his footsteps moved back towards the garage where mingyu and the rest of his friends were hanging out, you followed after. as he put his hand on the knob to exit the kitchen, he stood there when your voice began flowing through him again.

“i won’t tell him. promise, it’ll be between us koo.” your voice lowered.

“where is this even coming from?”

your eyes squint. “a girl just asked you to make her cum and that’s what you’re worried about? i need help!” liar. help with what exactly? because he’s heard you. you like to play with yourself in the dead of night when you think everyone’s sleeping. this would actually be the perfect opportunity for jungkook to tell you to keep it down. you should be grateful for your family of heavy sleepers. he hears you plunging your fingers into that sweet pussy, always making the sound fall into a pattern with your staggered moans. he’d be lying to himself if he claimed it wasn’t the most beautiful sounds he’s ever heard.

but enough of that, you were very off limits.

“no, a girl, actually my best friends little sister, is asking me to make her cum.” he tilted his head in that sarcastic manner that he’s been annoying you with since you were children.

“come on,” you rolled your eyes and popped your leg out. “i already told you i wouldn’t tell him. it’s a favor, you do me favors all the time, what’s wrong with this one?” oh you were serious. his best friends little sister wanted to get fucked by him. jungkook had enough on his plate as is.

“sexual favors?”

“you always tell me you’ll do anything for me, no matter what it is, no questions asked. and now you’re asking questions.”

jungkook couldn’t even hold his laughter until this end of your sentence. he let out a deep and heavy sigh. he wiped his hand over his face, cock strained and heart racing. “why are you asking me this y/n? out of all people?” he should have never asked that question either.

you sulked against the kitchen counter. “i was with this guy last night– what?” jungkook was already giving you the stink eye. just like your brother he was highly protective of you. guys knew not to fuck you over since you had two guys who were ready to step about you. yet whereas mingyu’s protectiveness was more so on the brotherly side, jungkook’s leaned toward a possessive nature. jungkook knew he couldn’t have you due to… circumstances. but that didn’t mean anyone else could.

he shook his thoughts away. “continue.”

“okay… well i’m just so tired of hooking up with people and being let down– i just– i think im broken or something. i can’t cum!” you threw your hands up. “like okay, yes i can make myself cum, but i can’t cum at the hands of someone else. and–and– last night that guy told me i was the problem. you’re mad because you can’t make me cum?” you stopped yourself before you yapped the man’s head off.

“stop fucking guys with trash dick.”

jungkook has been telling you to stop messing around with little boys that don’t do anything for you. you definitely weren’t the problem, and he was going to find the guy who said that bullshit. it wasn’t your fault they didn’t know what they were doing.

“hence why i want you to fuck me.”

“yeah?” he said, slowly, and slightly more raunchy than intended. “and how do you know my dick is good?” even more raunchy than he intended. he matched your stance, leaning against the counter and folding his arms across his chest. the tattoos covering his arm and bicep taunted you, making your panties pool with something hot.

jungkook knew he was a goddamn stud. he had every girl across campus lining up to try it for themselves. including most of your own friends. you sort of hated it, considering people would only get close to you to either fuck jungkook or your brother. most times you already knew why a girl was speaking to you, shit even most guys. you almost made business cards with mingyu and jungkook’s numbers on there just for people to leave you alone. however you weren’t this innocent little thing that jungkook and your brother made you out to be. you knew jungkook could make a girl come, you knew he could fuck. you’ve only ever heard good things. you’d rather hookup with someone who you knew was good rather than a random who you’d have to guess with and end up being wrong. yeah, that’s what it was. someone had to convince you that you weren’t the problem and he was perfect for the job. he knew how to navigate a body, from what you’ve heard.

you gulped. “i’ve just… i’ve heard things. and i’d rather it be you that makes me cum than another random.”

“what did you hear?”

“you’re asking so many questions yet still can’t answer my one and only for you?”

“jeon! get your ass in here!” a muffled voice called through all the laughter. the voice which could be identified as jaehyun’s made you and jungkook’s jump a total of ten feet apart. this conversation alone made him feel guilty although you were doing nothing wrong. you didn’t even realize how close you had been drifting to one another. but if anyone knew what obscene things were coming out of your mouth right now you’d both be screwed, so maybe he was guilty.

“look y/n… you know you can ask me for anything and i’ll give it to you, but this? no. one hundred percent no.” he hated to tell you no. he didn’t want to tell you no, but in this instance he had to deny your wants. it would be cutting it way too close. he didn’t live with you guys, but he was pretty much integrated into the family with how much he was there. your parents saw him as their son. he even saw your family as his own. although jungkook could never deny the attraction he’s felt for you while growing up and even today. so he couldn’t ruin you like that. you practically grew up together, he’s seen you through every phase of your life. including the one you were in now, at twenty one years old and in your wild college phase. he couldn’t be so ruthless and dirty with someone he holds at such a high regard. he could treat the daughter of his second family like that. what he did to women in bed was–

“is it really a no? or a not right now?” you still egged on, snapping him from his thoughts.

he said nothing. the silence between the both of you had been loud, raking your eyes across each other before jungkook tugged himself away and opened the door finally. you were out of sight now and no longer disturbing his being. he stepped over beer bottles and other miscellaneous items scattered across the floor as his friends welcomed him back with a loud uproar. he tried to enter back into the group and wipe his mind of that question you asked, but nothing worked. all he could think about was that cute pout on your lips while you begged him to fuck you. he just had zero shame huh, getting hard to the thought of you right in front of mingyu’s face.

so now jungkook had a problem. you were like an itch that he couldn’t scratch and it was now bleeding into his everyday activities. he couldn’t go anywhere he knew you’d be. which was with mingyu, in mingyu’s home, going to his and mingyu’s university. so now it was to where he was avoiding his own best friend. he couldn’t be in the same atmosphere with you right now. he didn’t know what would transpire if he was alone with you again, especially in that kitchen. that kitchen where he could bend you over that marble and show you how you were supposed to be pleasured. he couldn’t avoid you for long though, especially not when mingyu was blowing his phone up in the middle of his workout set.

he immediately dropped the weights, slamming them slightly to take the call. “what’s up?”

“you ignoring me kookie?” mingyu cooed through the speaker in a whine. “i miss you, who are you with? you’re fucking someone aren’t you? it’s serious?” mingyu went on and on like the possessive girlfriend he acted like.

it was actually the opposite. he was trying not to fuck someone.

“just studying for finals baby, you know i can’t get rid of you.” he played into it.

“better be,” he started again. “but hey… could you do me a favor and pick y/n up? she’s at some shitty frat party.” he started. by the sound of a girls laughter in the background, it was evident mingyu definitely could pick you up himself, if jihyo wasn’t with him. mingyu’s long term fuck buddy and borderline girlfriend. at least when they finally confessed their love for each other. is it really still friends with benefits if both of you haven’t been with anyone else in over a year, go on dates, and established that you’d kill the other if they did as much as look as another person? eh what did jungkook know though?

“and why can’t you?” mingyu could picture jungkook in his upset dad stance right now.

“because jihyo’s showing me something.” he murmured. jungkook wasn’t stupid. he heard her shuffle to her knees. “plus she’s uh– she’s closer to you, i checked her location.”

“yeah yeah i got her, can you just hang up, don’t wanna hear your ass getting head.” he joked while slipping his car keys into his sweats.

“whatever. anyways cod and beers soon? i miss you. pretty sure y/n does too.”

jungkook choked on his spit. “hell yeah, i’ll stay over for a bit after i grab her.”

the line went dead and jungkook mentally cursed himself for accepting this favor. now he had to last a whole car ride with you. jeon jungkook who fucked circles around girls couldn’t even trust himself to not cream his pants when sitting next to you. just perfect. when he pulled up in front of the party you were already standing outside and ready. your arms were wrapped around your body, occasionally pulling at your tiny dress when it would rise above your thighs. you could do nothing but smirk when you watched jungkook’s sleek car roll up on you. he rolled the window down, tipping his head back and gesturing you over to the car.

“well what a pleasant surprise.” you slurred. he leaned over and pulled the passenger side door open, watching you climb in. “where’s my brother? jihyo i’m guessing?” you loved jihyo personally. she was slowly integrated into your family more and more. not only was she good for your brother but fun to hang out with. at the end of the day your brother was a man, therefore he couldn’t tell that that woman wanted him in a way that wasn’t just being friends with benefits.

“where are you coming from?” he ignored your question. he scoffed even, looking you up and down and taking in the tiny dress you wore.

“a guy invited me to this party, he ended the night making out with some sorority bitch, i ended it at the drink table.” oh jungkook could tell.

“i keep telling you about these little boys y/n, they don’t know what to do with a woman.”

“okay well it sounds like you do.”

“right.”

the alcohol was strong in your system, ready to start speaking for you. you made yourself comfortable, shifting your body towards him and giving him a look that was heightened by sin. he needed you to stop. to stop looking at him like that, fuck he needed you to stop looking like that. he could see you from the corner of his eye, batting your lashes, smiling drunkenly at him… at his strained cock. “so if i wasn’t mingyu’s sister? would you then?” your velvety voice asked. it was obvious you didn’t care, you never considered mingyu for a minute. you weren’t the one that would be in trouble here, you didn’t have anything to care about. there was something disgustingly hot about it. it was wrong and fucked up.

“would i do what?” he was just as wrong for making you tell him how you wanted him to take you. “got this dirty mouth all of a sudden so let me hear you say it.”

“you know… how you fuck all of those other girls.” you shrugged. “sloppy and raw, skin to skin and stuff.” your words went straight to his cock, hard and aching for a girl he wasn’t supposed to be thinking about like that. who the fuck told you this? who taught you this? you weren’t supposed to be coming to him with vulgar language, he was supposed to be filling you with it. someone had gotten to you first all because jungkook cared about hurting his best friend. and that was your example? sloppy and raw was nothing compared to how he’d fuck you.

“you know why we can’t do this?”

“i know why i just don’t care. my brother this, my brother that.” that mouth that you had on you? you were asking for it weren’t you? he’d been letting you off the hook too much recently. if you kept going at him like this he wouldn’t give a fuck about mingyu anymore, he’d show you exactly what he did to brats that think they’re high and mighty.

“right smart ass, but wrong.” he pulled up at a red light, the color bouncing off of both of you and painting your skin a lustful red. he turned to see you were already staring, at his lips, back to his eyes, then his prominent dick print that you just couldn’t pry your eyes from. “eyes up here.” he lifted your chin up with his finger, his finger that turned into the entirety of his hand being wrapped around your throat. “i know you won’t tell. but i respect your brother, i respect your family. get over this little crush that you have.”

get over him? get over him when he was touching you like this? you were melting, this felt surreal. this was surreal. it wasn’t a lot, just a hand around your throat but holy fuck his hand was around your fucking throat. the man you’ve been wet dreaming about for years. the man who derails your train of thought entirely when he’s around, the man who’s making your pussy drip on his seats and he fucking knows it. “jungkook..” you whimpered and pleaded. your body began grinding against his leather seats on its own. what a pathetic little slut, he didn’t even have to touch your achy parts to get you going. “i know you respect them, but i want you to disrespect me.”

“fuck.” his hand dropped when the light changed to green, speeding down the road to get you home. it took everything in him not to rip that thin excuse of a dress off and slap you around on his cock before then. “you need help right? let’s make that pussy cum.” his words moved without his thoughts. you nodded with need. this was it, this was finally it. he was going to touch you, take away all this built up ache from your needy cunt. he was going to wear you out and claim you as his. at least you thought. he smirked when he saw your expression. you looked at jungkook as if he built the pyramids, with so much wonder and hope.

“please koo, need it… n-need you.”

“i know pretty girl, i know.” he cooed. “can’t touch you, but you can.” he never said he couldn’t help you verbally. “go ahead, spread those legs and get started. want that nut before you get home?”

despite your disappointment you did as you were told immediately, sinking into the passenger seat and getting started on the place where all that liquor went anyways, your puffy clit. you rubbed through your underwear, head thrown back, toes curling and heels kicked off. all while jungkook kept his eyes on the road. he wanted to break that barrier, he wanted to plunge his fingers in that tight pussy but he knew once he touched you he’d need more. he’d need too much.

“pull ‘em to the side, no need to be shy. you know me.” his voice was like honey, dripping down your throat in corruptive goodness. it was so simple but so lewd, nothing like you’d ever done before. your sexual experiences were fairly vanilla, you weren’t used to the kinkier, more nasty side of sex. “do i have to do it for you?” he knew he shouldn’t overstep, but he needed to help you in another type of way. it was amusing to see how your body reacted when all he did was hook his fingers on your cute undies and pull them to the side. the cool air hit your clit, strings of slick stretching from your pussy and making your panties glisten.

“oh fuck-“ you whimpered. your legs were spread the farthest they could go. your knees were resting on your shoulders with your gooey pussy all warm and exposed for the man driving. jungkook had his left hand on the steering wheel, the right hand holding your soaked panties to the side. his knuckles brushed over your wetness and you jerked. “oh fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck– mhmmmm fuck…” you moaned, so pretty for him. you smacked your pussy around, a few harsh slaps coming in contact with the wetness and making a nice big mess.

“sloppy pussy, who knew lil gyu had such a sloppy little pussy?” you rolled your eyes at the nickname, the one you earned just for being related to mingyu. “fuck your fingers for me. let me see how deep you can go.” your fingers slipped in and instantly your hole puckered around them. your legs shook and that’s when jungkook knew he couldn’t take this any longer. he had to see his baby cum for him, not focus on a fucking road right now. he turned on his hazards and pulled over, parking and diverting his being all to you.

“wanna cum koo, wan’ your help…” your voice phased out and became muffled over the sound of your fingers moving faster inside of your cunt. the car filled with the pretty melody of your creamy pussy, gripping all on your fingers while you looked drunkenly at the cause for your sopping cunt. him.“touch me koo, we’re so far gone can you just– please…” this is what didn’t feel right. watching you play in your pussy without him. looking wasn’t hurting, so maybe a touch or two would be fine? if it was with his mouth it shouldn’t be too wrong. mingyu wasn’t even here for christ sake. you weren’t anything more than an incoherent mess of moans and wetness now. you needed him. jungkook promised mingyu he’d always be there for you. yeah, gyu would understand.

“your brother is going to fucking kill me.”

all you did was give him that brain dead giggle. god he really was screwed.

so jungkook decided to overstep one last time. after all a pussy kiss wouldn’t hurt, neither would a thumb on your wet, puffy clit. it was your little secret. something you could both be fucking killed for, but you had been so so good for him. so understanding and patient. “take those fingers out for me,” you obeyed, eyes widening when jungkook took your fingers into his mouth, wrapping his tongue around your digits and sucking yourself off. “juust like that baby, look at all that slick, all for me? all for your brothers best friend? tasting so fucking perfect.” he finished up, leaving your fingers clean. he was going to have so much fun with you.

jungkook leaned his body over the console, ducking down to face your pussy and diving in without wasting a second. your back arched off the seat and you clawed around for anything you could hold. he was so fucking ruthless. your mouth hung open, trying to process how good he was eating you. you deserved the pair of lips that were wrapped around your clit right now. suddenly a string of thank you’s were spilling from your mouth. for picking you up, for putting up with your mouth, for breaking his personal rules for himself and eating your pussy out, and for making you spill into his mouth after a few more licks, grinds to his tongue, and tugs to his hair.

you panted while he kept lapping at your pussy, making sure to clean up the mess he caused. you watched him with stars in your eyes, stroking his tossed hair and rubbing at his strong shoulders.

“why can’t i just tell you no.” he whispered against your clit, giving it another kiss before sealing you back up. “let’s get you home. bet you had a really long night of fucking with dudes that can’t make you cum.” there he was. arrogant as ever.

“you sound jealous.” you pulled your dress back down and over your thighs. jungkook watched for traffic before pulling back onto the road.

“jealous? of guys that i know aren’t better than me? you’re funny. that orgasm got you feeling gassed up now huh?”

“an orgasm i could have given myself, thank you.”

“an orgasm you begged me for.”

“when will you stop running your pussy munchers and just fuck me?” you pouted at him mockingly. the respect he had left you for was dwindling. he was probably going to take you up on that disrespect part. while he did get too close tonight, it still wouldn’t be that easy for him to betray his best friend. no matter how taunting you were, he wasn’t going to fuck you. as much as his dick was aching for you, it wasn’t happening, not yet. he pulled up outside of your house and walked you up to the door. he walked several feet behind with his hands stuffed in his pockets. if you were to ever get caught for this he would be the one making it too obvious.

once you pushed the door open both of you tip toed through the living room and into the kitchen. you flicked on the light and came face to face with a startled mingyu who was standing by the microwave, the light bouncing off of his face.“ kookie!” mingyu sprung up from his spot and engulfed his best friend in a hug. he was just slightly taller, so mingyu did suffocate him a bit. “missed your lil cute ass, jihyo’s upstairs too if you wanna say hi.”

“your sister is here too by the way.” you rolled your eyes and went for the stairs. you were ready to just hit your bed right now.

“yeah yeah i see you everyday, don’t pull anything like that again though.” of course you couldn’t get away without getting scolded. “you’re lucky jungkook was able to grab you, you love going out on nights i make plans.”

“yeah sure, whatever. but thanks koo, for giving me a ride and all.” you said, underlying your words with a thanks to something else.

“anytime, you know i’ll always give you anything, when you need it.” in front of mingyu too? where did this bold side of him come from? you both locked eyes briefly, mingyu was busy pulling his food from the microwave. you looked away, dissolving the tension between you two and saving it for another time. meanwhile jungkook had been watching you walk up the stairs in that skimpy dress that wouldn’t stop rolling up your ass. your hand did little to cover it, very purposely at that. he only took his eyes away when you disappeared into your room with a slam of your door.

“thanks for getting her seriously,” mingyu shook jungkook from his trance. he held out two beers that he must have opened during jungkook’s staring contest with your pussy. “i’m just starting to hate when she goes out without us you know? this campus is getting too dangerous. i’m glad we live with our parents at least.” mingyu explained.

“i feel the same way, these guys are getting fucking weird.” jungkook sighed, taking a swig of the bottle.

“that, and the fact that jaehyun has been talking to her more, like around the house and shit when he’s here. it’s weird, he knows i hate that.” jaehyun was one of many in their friend group. but how every group had sub units to break off from it, jaehyun, jungkook, and mingyu had formed into their own little trio. it was weird, how he was all of a sudden asking shit like your favorite foods and movies. jungkook thought so too. you didn’t know him like that. they didn’t know why he was trying to get to know you like that.

mingyu made sure that you knew none of their friends, with exception of jungkook. he knew jungkook would never betray him in that sense. he listened to mingyu ramble on about how dead jaehyun was if he touched you, how he’d better pray for his life to be spared if he did as much as think about you.

“i don’t think jaehyun is that dumb. can’t be.” jungkook said sternly, yet with undertones of guilt.

“better not be. god i’d fucking kill him. anyone who tries to touch her i’ll– ugh, fuckin’ swear.”

he and jungkook raised their bottles at the same time, both taking long sips before resting them on the counters again.

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[try-set-me-on-fire]

‘you could say I’m fond of you.’ for the soft prompt 👀👀👀

@leothil also asked for this one! Send me soft fic prompts! Here’s the rest of the fills on ao3!

"You could say I'm fond of you," Buck says, head tilted almost sideways, the sort of twinkle in his eyes that Eddie always worried might prove fatal one day for the way it makes his heart squeeze in his chest.

"You could say that, huh?" He crosses his arms, mouth curving upward unbidden. He’s pretty sure Buck is actually saying “hehehe” as he leans forward, giggling, to kiss Eddie’s cheek. Eddie snorts and dodges the attempt, which just causes Buck to follow, until they’re chasing each other in dizzy little circles between the sink and the table. Buck catches him with an arm thrown around his waist, and plants a big wet kiss sort of on his cheek but mostly hitting nose and eye. Eddie laughs in a way that still surprises him, sometimes - a helplessly open thing, so much joy in his body that he has no reason or care to hide.

“Ahem.”

Well, maybe some reason. Maddie stands in the entryway to the kitchen with the squiggly kind of smile someone trying not to. Buck and Eddie are gently frozen around each other, no survival instinct to spring away and avoid capture.

Maddie holds out a hand. “Chim says you owe the PDA jar.”

Eddie makes an indignant sound as Buck throws back his head with a shout of laughter and then, terrible coward, flees the room.

“Nobody was in here! We’re not even at work! This is my house!” Eddie protests even as he digs to find his wallet.

Maddie puts a finger up, reciting “If more than four members of the 118 including the two of you are present at a gathering it counts as a work functio-“

Eddie slaps cash in her hand. “I don’t like your husband very much.”

She grins at him, and then raises an eyebrow. “Two dollars? That seems kind of steep.”

“Inflation’s been brutal.”

She laughs, pocketing her ill gotten bounty. Eddie expects her to return to the party but she stalls there, a curious look in her eyes. Eddie feels suddenly nervous. He counts Maddie as a friend, and he’s pretty certain they’re going to be in laws one of these days, but they haven’t spoken one on one very often and her expression reminds him of the one his own sisters would get when they were about to make his life a little more difficult. He’s started self consciously pretending to rearrange finger sandwiches when she speaks.

“It’s nice to see you being goofy.” When he huffs out a startled laugh she grins and tilts her head, so like her brother. “Evan- Buck is always goofy, no surprise there. But you’re… Funny, certainly, you’re sarcastic, but it’s nice seeing you be silly, Eddie.” She’s so sincere it makes Eddie duck his head, just a little. “You seem really happy. And you make Buck so happy.”

Eddie exhales more than laughs, a quick little sound of awed half-belief. It’s true, he knows it is. It hollows him out completely some days, looking at Buck and seeing such easy elation on his face, and knowing he has some part in putting it there fills up his empty form with light, or champagne, or some other metaphor for love given shape. “I’m glad to,” he says softly. “That’s all I- I want to make him happy, for the rest of our lives. I’m… honestly, the happiest I’ve ever been, and it’s because I get to share it with him.”

Maddie’s smile gets all squished and watery. “I can see why they charge you so much for public displays of affection, you romantic.”

Eddie laughs outright, shaking his head. “It’s the coffee fund anyway, I’d still just be spending it on his ridiculous lattes. This is only an extra step.”

Maddie puts her hand on her hip, gleeful and incredulous. “Okay, even that was stupidly sweet. Do I have to charge you again?”

“Have mercy,” he says, putting his hands up. “I have no more cash.”

“You wanna go mug my brother for it?”

Eddie laughs, and picks up the sandwich tray to bring outside. “Come on, let's go sick Chris on him.”

Later, when Buck sprawls to the ground like a sack of bricks under the gentle force of Chris’s tackle, Eddie tells him to give over extra money to the jar.

“Why?” He grins, sweaty from the chase and smelling like fresh grass.

“Preemptive payment.” Eddie bends down and kisses him thoroughly, ignoring the wolf whistles and groans from the audience. He pulls back just slightly, holding his happiness with two hands, and kisses sort of Buck’s cheek, but mostly his nose and eye. “You could say I’m pretty fond of you, too.”

[she-karev]

First Family Christmas (Jolex and Luna Season 18 Imagine)

Age Rating: 12+

Chapters: One of One

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy

Ship: Alex Karev x Jo Karev/Jo Wilson featuring Andrew DeLuca x Amber Karev (Alex Karev’s Sister), Maya Bishop x Carina DeLuca.

Canon Episode: Season 18 Episode 8

AN: Merry Christmas! Here’s an all star chapter featuring all of your favorite ships celebrating the holidays. Enjoy and Merry Christmas and a happy new year!

Summary: Alex Karev and Jo celebrate their daughter Luna’s first Christmas with their family and friends.

Words: 1864

December 25th, 2021

Jo finishes the last gift with a lavish curl against the dull side of her scissors. She exhales in joy at finishing wrapping the gifts for their family and friends who are on their way here to celebrate Christmas together.

For Jo it’s exciting to finally have a big group to celebrate this season of giving and stressful trying to find gifts for her chosen family members. Nevertheless, she smiles at her one-year-old daughter Luna who is watching her wrap gifts while she plays with her toy on the playmat.

“All done!” Jo puts the red gift under her armpit and Luna against her hip who grins happily as she’s being carried to the medium sized Christmas tree Alex helped pick while Jo decorated. Jo puts the small box on top of the pile of wrapped gifts she also prepared, “Can mommy plan the perfect first Christmas for you or what?”

“Don’t mention me I just helped picked out the tree.” Alex says sarcastically amused as he approaches his wife who grins at him, “And pick out the presents. And the games the kids would play. I mean I hardly did anything.”

“And this Luna used to be your daddy but on Christmas he is what we call a Grinch.” Jo tells her blonde daughter who reaches over for her dad with waving chubby arms melting the parent’s hearts.

Alex chuckles taking the baby from Jo, “One sight of you Little Moon makes my heart grow three sizes. It’s your first actual Christmas with us, are you excited? You get to spend time with your family, eat sweets, open presents, doesn’t that sound exciting?” Luna grins a wide nearly toothless smile causing Alex to kiss her cheek before the doorbell rings.

Jo gasps with a wide smile, “Who is at the door?”

Jo quickly walks to the door opening the door to find Meredith Grey on the other side with her kids, Zola, Bailey and Ellis in tow.

“Merry Christmas!” The Grey-Shepherd’s yell out together causing Jo to chuckle opening the door wide letting them in.

“Merry Christmas! You kids are just in time for Christmas bingo!” Bailey and Ellis yay rushing towards the table that is laid out with printable Christmas bingo cards with a deck of cards at the head of the table for the adult who is in charge, “Winner gets the first taste of Uncle Alex’s gingerbread cookies!”

Alex smiles at the kids smiling and getting ready to play, he sits at the head of the table shuffling the cards, “Okay guys rules of the game are I call out the picture on the cards, you mark it. You mark the pictures until you get four stamps up and down, right and left or across. First one to get one of those yells bingo and they win the first round.”

“We know how to play bingo Uncle Alex.” Zola points out with a grin, “Our teachers played them with us before break.”

“Yeah but there weren’t delicious cookies at stake.” Alex states with seriousness and a grin before pulling out the first card, “Okay first one is ugly Christmas sweater.”

Jo and Meredith watch the kids play the game with Alex using a funny voice every time he announces the card. Jo smiles at her husband who puts up a tough front with everyone except her and the kids. Luna is his sidekick on the highchair next to him grinning at the view of the table.

Jo looks at her family with so much love and tenderness, knowing how hard this last year has been for all three of them. Alex and Jo faced obstacles in their work and private life from the covid virus, burnout and Luna needing to stay at the NICU for her health problems. Despite the turmoil of 2020 Jo wouldn’t change it if it meant this moment right here and now was not happening.

Meredith grins as well proud of how far Alex has come from the arrogant, entitled man child into this kind and fun-loving father who welcomes people into his home with open arms. She is not only thankful to have him in her life but to also be a part of his life where their kids can hang out and be friends while she talks with him and his wife who is right next to her.

“He was so good with kids before he had one of his own.” Jo states with affection, “Now he’s even better which I did not think was possible.”

“If you had told me 18 years ago that the horny, sweaty intern who invaded my personal space and practically dry humped me would be my best friend and the best uncle to my kids I would think you were using dark humor.” Meredith chuckles nostalgic as another memory comes to her, “I used to think of him as dirty Uncle Sal.”

Jo narrows her eyes confused at her friend with an amused grin before asking, “What?”

“Dirty Uncle Sal.” Meredith repeats before elaborating, “You know the one who embarrasses you at family reunions and can’t be left alone with the teenage girls, but you invite him to the picnic anyway.”

Jo chuckles at that description, “You know a part of me is glad I didn’t know him back when his attitude earned him that horrifying title.”

“Back then I had a mother with dementia so I took what I could get with a chosen family.” Meredith explains before turning back to Alex who kisses the top of Luna’s head before calling out the next picture, “But now I wouldn’t choose anyone else to be in my life and my kids.”

“Same.” Jo shares with a grin before looking at Luna who is on her dad’s lap being held by her dad while he holds up the cards with his other hand, “Luna is lucky to have Auntie Meredith who has a lot of stories about her daddy that she’s not gonna hear until she leaves for college.”

“Make it till med school.” Meredith warns the new mom, “Trust me you’ll thank me for that. Christmas with you guys and our kids is gonna be a tradition from now on. I don’t care if I’m in Minnesota or Germany we are gonna do this every year no matter what. I know the kids would love it and so would I.”

“Me too.” Jo agrees surprised at how far her and Meredith’s friendship has come over the last decade. She looks at Luna in Alex’s arm as she holds up a candy cane in observation, “I want to give my little girl the childhood I never had, Christmas, Thanksgiving, Halloween heck even Groundhog Day. I want to give her a family to celebrate with, blood or not.”

Just then the doorbell rings causing Jo to grin as she can guess who is already here, “And here comes the blood, excuse me.”

Jo opens the door and as she expected her sister-in-law, Amber DeLuca nee Karev and her husband Andrew DeLuca are here with gifts in their arms. Behind them is Andrew’s sister Carina and her wife Maya Bishop who are holding food trays.

“Merry Christmas.” Amber greets before coming in exhaling in relief at the warmth from the cold weather along with the others, “I hope you don’t mind but we brought Maya and Carina with us.”

“Oh no please come in the more the merrier.” Jo motions for the women to enter the house, “Merry Christmas you guys, how are the holidays at the station?”

The family enter the living room where Amber and Andrew greet Alex and the kids. Amber gasps at the bingo, joining them with her husband standing over her and observing.

Maya smiles at the sight of a family gathering she has been deprived of most of her life before answering Jo’s question, “We wrapped gifts for the kids, Pru got to spend the night with Ben and Bailey and Carina and I made our official announcement.”

Jo looks curious as Carina explains with a smile, “We’re gonna start trying to have a baby.”

“What?!” Jo exclaims in joy, “Oh my god congratulations you two!”

Alex claps happy for them as well, “All right! I recommend adopting if that’s on the table. And just to put it out there, Alex is a great name for a boy or a girl.”

“And Jo.” His wife puts out there as well, feeling giddy at the idea of another baby in their family tree.

Maya chuckles at this display finding it sweet her baby will have many uncles and aunts who will compete for baby time, “We will take both into consideration but for right now my wife and I are just gonna enjoy the holidays before taking a deep dive into the world of baby making.”

Carina wraps her arms around Maya’s torso pulling her towards her chest, “But hopefully sometime next year there’s gonna be another chubby cheeked baby to join us for the holiday parties with our extensive family.”

Jo claps at that with a wide smile, “I know I’m not technically related to either of you, but I claim favorite auntie status.”

“Over your husband’s dead body.”, Amber looks at her offended by that statement as the actual sister-in-law of the DeLuca-Bishop’s.

Andrew chuckles at her competitive spirit kissing the top of her head, “One thing is for sure I am definitely gonna be the favorite Zio, that’s uncle in Italian and I will be the best one.”

Alex chuckles shuffling the cards, “Yeah keep telling yourself that bro.”

Amber narrows her eyes at her brother, “You already have like three nieces and nephews who think the sun shines out your-”

“Read the table!” Alex warns stopping Amber from cursing in front of the kids.

Zola rolls her eyes a feeling like she is already grown up, “I’m 11 Uncle Alex, I know the word ass.”

Meredith widens her eyes horrified, “And how do you know that word?”

“Melissa and I binge watch Stranger Things over at her house all the time.” Zola explains causing Alex to snort at this funny obstacle of his friends.

“Remind me to call her parents and inform them of child locks.” Meredith tells Zola who shrugs turning back to the game.

“It’s fine Mer.” Alex comforts her, “My siblings and I cursed like sailors when we were younger than her and we turned out okay.”

Meredith glares at him causing him to realize how that sounded, “Relatively speaking. Okay kids Christmas Tree.”

“Bingo!” Bailey declares causing his sisters to groan as he holds up the proof on his bingo card, “Now can I have a cookie?”

Alex chuckles at his eagerness pulling out the holiday tin box that has the cookies before handing one to Bailey, “Go nuts kid.”

Bailey chomps on the cookie causing his mom to smile at her family before joining them on the dining table along with DeLuca, Carina, Maya and Jo who lifts Luna from Alex’s lap and hold her in her arms. Jo sits next to Alex kissing him on the cheek before joining him in hosting their Christmas family gathering.

[bordysbae]

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“family visit”

thomas bordeleau x f!reader

as you lay in your shared bed, watching your phone, you hear your boyfriend groan and roll over on his side to face you. "morning" you smile at him, then continue looking at your phone.

"morning" he says with his raspy morning voice that never fails to attract you. he begins to stretch out his muscular arms and moves close to you, laying his head on your lap, admiring you.

"stop staring at me" you blush, using your hands and phone to hide your face. "hmm.. no" he smirks, taking your phone from you and placing it on the nightstand. he then re-rests his head on you, but now his head is on your chest, looking out the window. you gently lower the covers revealing his bare back. you trace the tattoo on his back and the sleeve covering his arm. you feel him smile on your chest, and see his eyes start to flutter shut.

thomas has always loved whenever you trace his tattoos. whenever you're not home while he's trying to fall asleep, he traces his own arm pretending that it's you, but he'd never tell you about that, it's his biggest secret.

"because we have to go pick up your parents and sister from the airport in an hour, and i need to get ready"

"you don't need to get ready, you look fine. 5 more minutes"

you gasp and put a hand to your heart, slightly above his head, pretending to be fake hurt. "i only look fine?!" you say sarcastically. "yeah" he smirks at you, causing you both to laugh. "okay thom, can i please get up?" you ask

"fine i guess so" he groans and rolls off of you. you kiss his head softly and go to start the shower. before you get in it, you peak around the bathroom door and don't see thomas in the bed anymore. after your brisk shower, you begin doing your makeup at the bathroom counter. thomas knocks on the door and you tell him to come in.

"i need to pee, so you might want to leave" he chuckles as he walks in

"oh nothing i haven't seen before!" you say as you walk out and close the bathroom door behind you, causing both him and you to start laughing hysterically.

—

after an hour of you getting ready and thomas rushing you, you guys finally make it to the airport to pick up his family. this is going to be the fourth time you've met his family. you guys have been dating for a year and half as of 2 days ago. you guys have visited his parents twice and they've visited thomas once before while you guys had just began dating, and thomas has met you family a few times before too.

as you're waiting by the luggage carousel, you see his family coming down the escalator looking for you and thomas. jade spots you both and points as she hurries over to you guys, leaving her parents behind her. she embraces you in a big hug, and you stick your tongue out at thomas from over her shoulder

you and jade have formed a great bond, as she looks up to you like an older sister. you and jade facetime quite often, so it's always exciting to be able to see her. she comes to visit thomas more often than her parents since they're busy people, but she doesn't mind coming alone.

"excuse me! you hug her before me?!" thomas asks as jade pulls away.

"um... yeah?!" she laughs and hugs her brother. "i don't blame her! hi honey" thomas' mom smiles and pulls you into a warm hug, hugging you before her own son.

"oh my god clearly everyone here hates me!" thomas says sarcastically as he goes to hug both his parents. his dad then pulls you into a side hug and you guys wait for their luggage to come around.

"welcome to the bay area guys! how was your flight?" you ask the girls while walking to the car, since the boys are a bit farther up ahead.

"it wasn't too bad, i'm glad that it's over though" his mom says. "i agree" jade chimes in. when his parents came to visit him for the first time, you guys had only been dating for a month, so you weren't living together. 3 months ago you guys bought an apartment together, and there's an extra bedroom where his parents will be sleeping. unfortunately that leaves jade to the couch, but she doesn't mind.

—

"wow this apartment is so nice! you guys decorated so cutely!" his mom says admiring the family room. "all the decor credits go to y/n" thomas beams with a cheesy smile

“he helped a little bit,” you smile. "no need to lie" jade says, causing everyone to laugh. "oh shut up, you wanna go?” he asks her, throwing one of the throw pillows at her

"oh it's on! y/n, you're my backup" jade smirks hitting him with the pillow. you grab one off of the couch and start hitting him as well, and his parents stand there laughing hysterically. a few moments later thomas throws you over his shoulder and you start laughing even harder, and so does his family.

"don't you dare drop her thomas!" his mom says in between laughs. "don't worry i won't" he says placing you down back on your feet.

"i hate you!" you laugh hitting his chest playfully. "mhm sure. anyways, do you guys want to get lunch? it's almost 12," thomas says as he takes his parents suitcase into their bedroom.

“yeah sure! what’s good around here?” his dad asks you both. "theres a really cute café a block away, would you guys be alright with walking?" you say, as thomas walks back into the family room where you guys are standing.

"yesss let's go!" jade says, dragging out the ‘s.’ "alright let me go change out of my gross airport clothes," his mom says. "that's smart, i'll go do same. can i change in your guys' bedroom?" jade asks, causing you and thomas to both nod. you point your finger to your bedroom, and she walks away with her suitcase.

"i guess that's my queue to go change as well" his dad laughs and you smile at him. suddenly thomas wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his chest. you both sway side to side as you look up at him and he looks down at you. you're both standing there embracing each other, when your cute moment is cut short when you guys hear a camera click. you both snap your heads to the left and see jade standing with her camera, smirking.

"i am so jealous" she scoffs jokingly. "oh my gosh! send me that!" you exclaim rushing over to see the photo

"send me it too! i want to post it on my instagram story" thomas says, causing your heart to flutter. "okay is everyone ready?" his dad says, putting on a thin puffer jacket

"yup now let's goooo" thomas drags out the ‘o’ and pushes both you and everyone else towards the door. as thomas, jade, and their dad go over to the elevator, you stay behind to lock the door. his mom stands with you and says something that makes your heart melt, "i don't think i've ever seen him happier, you're the best person for him. if i don't hear wedding bells chiming soon, i'm gonna be very angry" she jokes, knowing you’re both way too young for marriage.

"oh, he makes me even happier" you say as you look over at him, just to see him already looking at you.

[farity]

Baby Mine

Pairing:  Modern AU!Aemond Targaryen x reader

Summary:  New parents fluffy goodness - little slice of life scene

Warning:  None, really.

It was uncharacteristically quiet when Aemond walked in, arms laden with groceries, and he immediately went on alert.  He put the groceries down, raced silently to his bedroom and froze when he reached the doorway.  

“Hey,” she whispered.

“Hey.”

He could not say anything else at the moment, so big was the lump in his throat.  In his bed - their bed - was everything he had ever wanted.  His wife, the love of his life, was gently nuzzling their infant son, holding him close.  The baby was sleeping, his little feet crossed underneath him, and completely unaware of the emotions he was generating.

“Do you need anything?” he finally whispered.

“Just you.”

She extended her arm to him and he walked over, slowly sitting down behind her, kissing the side of her face.  Their son did not stir, and he gently ran his fingers across the silky blond hair on his head.  

“He’s perfect,” Aemond mused.

She smiled.  “He’s everything.”

As if on cue, the baby stretched, little arms reaching as high as they could do, and then he settled back to sleeping, safe in his mother’s arms.

She turned to him, raising an eyebrow.  “Hard to believe in about ten minutes he’s going to wake up and scream bloody murder if I don’t feed him fast enough.”

“Not this sweet, sweet angel,” said Aemond sarcastically, used to his son’s screeching wails if he wasn’t given his food the moment he wanted it.  “I can give him a bottle later if you want to get a few hours of rest.”

“That would be heavenly.”  She leaned in to smell his sweet baby scent.  “Is Helaena coming over tonight?”

“Oh yeah.  She has been demanding ‘auntie time’ all week.”

“I’m just glad she didn’t get scared off after he threw up all over her.”

Aemond smirked.  “I think Aegon was far more horrified it would get on his Zegna suit.”

He leaned back, took a picture of the baby on his phone.  “Mom and dad have been asking for new photos.  I think they’re regretting going to Essos on holiday.”

She laughed softly.  “Uh-oh,” she widened her eyes at Aemond.  “He’s stirring, I think for real this time.”  She unclasped the strap on her nightgown, and just as their son opened his mouth to scream, she bared her breast and began feeding him.

“Well done,” Aemond said, clapping slowly.  “He can’t complain he doesn’t get good service here.”

“Oh I’m sure he can.  Just wait until he fills his diaper.”

“True.  Okay, I am going to get all his stuff ready in the living room so I can take him when you’re done.  Want something to drink?”

She nodded, and he left to get everything together.  Helaena would be over with dinner in a couple of hours, get her fill of her “little bug” and he’d have to take a hundred pictures of his sister and his son.

He’d never meant for his life to turn out this way.  He had always thought someday he would meet someone suited to his family and lifestyle, someone appropriate enough to be on his arm at functions.  She would want for nothing, be part of his illustrious family.  If they had children, they would be cared for and protected.  None of them would ever know they had not touched his heart, the heart he kept behind massive stone walls carefully built over the years.  

And then he’d met her.

She had gone to the same school as he - she on a full scholarship, living in a house shared with five others, while he lived in the penthouse of one of his parents’ properties along with Aegon and Helaena.

The first words she’d said to him were, “holy shit, you’re real” - and then turned red and explained how she’d read a lot about him but had never seen any pictures of him.  He’d opened his mouth and just stared at her for a few long seconds, and then decided she was obnoxious and he never wanted to run into her again.

“You’re so fucked, Aem,” Helaena had said to him.  Unfortunately, since she was Helaena’s friend and study group partner, he kept running into her, although she was quiet whenever she saw him.

Good, he’d thought, maybe she’d learned some fucking manners.

Then he realized he couldn't stop thinking about her.  Whenever some other girl flirted with him, he didn’t really want to reciprocate, and began to stay home more and more.  

Finally, he realized he wanted to stay home in the chance Helaena brought her over.

“Will you stop fucking moping and ask her out?”  Aegon had snapped after Aemond, once again, declined to join him on a night out.  “I’m tired of your hermit bullshit.”

When the siblings hosted a New Year’s Eve party, he had thrown caution to the wind and kissed her when the clock struck twelve.  She’d kissed him back and that had been it.  He’d thrown away all his ideas about marriage and family and months later, begged her, on bended knee, to marry him.

He sat on the sofa and as usual, the large dog came over to be near the baby.  “Good job, Vhagar,” he said, scratching the dog’s fur, “good job, girl.”  Vhagar settled next to his leg, sniffed the baby’s head, and then put her large head on her paws, content to be near most of her pack.

Aemond smiled, rocking his son, and let the afternoon light bathe his perfect world.

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[nozomi-kaizoku]

One thing that genuinely pisses me off is how my dad will constantly point out me, my sister, and my mom's shortcomings and be so quick to blame us for it, yet when we point out his shortcomings that are genuinely harmful, all of a sudden he's "being invalidated", and that we "hurt his feelings" and shit, AND HE DOESN'T EVEN CONSIDER HOW WE FEEL EITHER WHICH FUCKING SUCKS!

Literally just today my parents were arguing about how my mental health was affecting my ability to attend school, and he's over there saying "oh, we should put [him] in a boarding school", "[he]'s doing this on purpose" yap yap yap, basically blaming me for all of this shit. (I put m pronouns in the brackets cause he was misgendering me the whole time btw)

And then I go an step out to get something, he calls me over, and basically just starts shaming me (in front of my mom an sister btw) for getting suspended and sharing how I feel about mr. Gonzales n shit, and when my mom tried to explain and elaborate on something to him, he completely blew her off.

And my mom (bless her heart btw) was literally trying to defend this asshole because she loves him, like a lot, and I feel bad that she has to put up with this tbh.

"he didn't know, he's trying his best" Not only does he know, HE'S SAYING THESE THINGS IN THE MOST DEGRADING MATTER POSSIBLE JUST TO MAKE ME FEEL BAD FOR GETTING SUSPENDED, AND I JUST SJFJKFHERUFERFHR /NEG

Also, I accidentally bought $20 worth of shit on Thursday because he gave me his credit card to buy a soda, and he got in trouble for letting me go out and spend that much, and instead of holding himself accountable, he decides to drag it to today (TWO DAYS LATER) and complain about him "being thrown under the bus", like I'M SORRY BUT YOU'RE THE 50 SOMETHING YEAR OLD MAN BEING PUT IN CHARGE OF MYFINACIALLY IRRESPONSIBLE MENTALLY ILL ASS, YOU WERE THE ONE THAT GAVE ME THE FUCKING CREDIT CARD AND DIDN'T BOTHER TO STOP ME.

and oh man am I getting genuinely tired of his fucking trauma dumping.

He talks about how his mental health and how angry he is at something, yet when we have the AUDACITY to try and talk about how WE feel, instead of taking the time to listen and understand, he basically dismisses us and does this thing I personally call "fake praising" (which is basically when he gives someone praise but it's in such a condescending and almost sarcastic tone to where it doesn't feel like genuine praise at all), and even straight up invalidates us n shit, it's fucking infuriating man.

And the fucked up part? whenever my mom does these things, all of a sudden it's this horrible abusive thing and that he's a selfish bitch, which upsets me because unlike him, she doesn't have as much control over it (though she's working on it), and both she and I have BPD, which makes this even more fucked up because he's so quick to judge us for the same shit he does just because we have a mental illness we can't control.

It infuriates me so much how he's quick to dismiss other people's struggles and sometimes tell them it's their fault, and then the minute he receives ANY amount of criticism against genuinely shitty actions, all of a sudden he's a victim?? FUCK THAT!

I'd say he has a big ego and it's becoming an issue, but i don't want to give the NPD community any shit (since they already got so much stigma on their hands), and I'm not gonna say he's faking any of this either, cause that's not okay, but he REALLY heeds to get a therapist to talk to instead of dumping his issues on the rest of his family.

OH! did I forget to mention he makes weird comments bout my body without my consent anytime I dress alternatively, and he's told me in the past that I have an "athlete's body"? Yeah, kind of weird..

He does ALL of this, and yet still wonders why I hate him.

man is it infuriating...

EDIT: forgot to mention that he doesn't even go to my appointments, nor has he even MET my therapist, or any of that shit, so he has no right to even talk about my mental health like that.

Also, he's extremely invasive about how my medications are working and if I took them n shit, and he says it's "so I can know if my coworker Brian can be prescribed them".

like first off the medications working bit is something for my doctor to ask, not you, second off, I get if you're reminding me, but for you to basically come at me and yell at me for not taking them and then acting like I got angry because I didn't take those medications because "I can tell that you're off them", and third off, if Brian really wanted to talk about my medications so that he can speak with his doctor about it, he should talk with me directly so that he can know first hand how it works and what the side effects are, he doesn't need to have my dad (who has no knowledge about mental health medications whatsoever) come and ask invasive questions about my medications and risk spreading harmful misinformation that's gonna get him killed.

Let's just say I'm probably gonna have him talk to my therapist on my behalf so that he actually, yknow, LEARNS NOT TO BE A FUCKING DICK TO THE PEOPLE AROUND HIM??

[jungwnies]

when love lasts ♡ 1 〰・homesick・〰

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"I can't wait to be back home," you beam as you pack your bags in your shared apartment with your boyfriend, Jaemin.

"Are you sure you want to go back home?" Jaemin asks as he packs his bags as well. "I mean, we basically built our whole relationship here. Doesn't that mean something?"

You laugh. "Of course it does, babe, but I haven't been home since winter break. I want to decide where I want to live before I commit to a job." You zip up your last suitcase and let out a tired sigh. "Also, Jaem, Ansan is only about an hour away from Seoul. It's not like I'm moving to Jeju or something, right?"

Jaemin nods and continues to pack his bag, which isn't as big as yours since he has a lot of schedules to complete in Seoul after his two-week vacation in Ansan.

Eventually, you both finish packing and throw the luggage and boxes in the back of the taxi.

—

The second you arrive in front of your childhood home, your heart feels relieved yet heavy at the same time. Outside, your parents and your little sister are waiting for you. The second you step out of the car, Jaemin unloads the luggage and your little sister walks quickly over to you and gives you a hug.

"Unnie!" she bursts as she engulfs you in a hug. Your mom is behind her and also gives you a hug while your father helps Jaemin unload your bags.

"It's been so long! Have you been eating well?" your mom begins to nag as she pinches your cheeks.

You laugh. "Yes, I have been eating well, don't worry."

Jaemin and your dad finally come over, each carrying luggage, and Jaemin greets your sister and your mom, while you finally greet your dad.

"Come on, let's go inside. I cooked your favorite," your mom tells you as you all walk into the house.

—

It was nice finally being home, being with your family that you longed for even though they were just an hour away.

"Y/n, did you know Soobin is also in town? I saw him yesterday at the corner store!" your little sister tells you as you help wash dishes with your mom.

"Soobin?" you question, a little confused.

"Yeah, your best friend from high school, Choi Soobin," she tells you excitedly. "The one who is an idol now in that group Tomorrow by Together!"

You smile. "He's an idol now? He always wanted to be an idol."

Jaemin walks over. "You were friends with Soobin?"

You nod. "Yeah, we were in the same class for eight years straight. Isn't that crazy?"

Jaemin nods. "Yeah."

"Don't be jealous; we don't talk anymore, Jaem," you tell him jokingly.

Jaemin laughs. "I'm not jealous."

You laugh along with him and give him a sarcastic, "Sure."

Your mom laughs as well as your little sister. "Soobin is not someone you should worry about; he's very sweet." Your mom turns toward you. "Why don't you catch up with Soobin? I can invite him and his family over tomorrow for dinner."

You nod with a smile on your face. "I would actually love that. I haven't spoken to him in such a long time."

You finally finish washing dishes, and your little sister drags you to her room, leaving your mom and Jaemin alone in the kitchen. "Unnie," she begins.

"Yes?"

"Jaemin is kind of a red flag, don't you think?" she asks.

You are taken aback. "I don't know what you mean by that, Hye."

"I mean, when eomma mentioned Soobin, he just seemed really upset by that," your sister tells you.

You look at her, confused. "He was probably just jealous."

Your sister nods. "If you say so."

The two of you end up catching up with her school drama and your school drama for the next two hours, laughs here and there and arguments here and there—typical sibling stuff.

You laugh. "Okay, it's late. I'm going to go get ready for bed."

"Okay, goodnight." Your sister smiles as you walk out of her bedroom.

You walk to the living room where Jaemin sat on the couch comfortably in his pajamas.

"I'm going to go get ready for bed and then I'll join you," you tell him as you make your way to the bathroom.

The rest of the night was calm, just you and Jaemin snuggled on the couch as everyone slept soundly in their rooms.

"So do you want to tell me more about Soobin?" he asks, a little jealousy in his tone.

You laugh and begin to tell Jaemin about Soobin, doing your best to make him feel at ease. Eventually, Jaemin understands that he was strictly your best friend, and he doesn't worry.

—

"Y/n!" your mom shouts from the kitchen as you quickly rush out of the bathroom, freshened up.

"Yes?" you answer as you fix your hair into a ponytail.

"Can you go to the supermarket? I need stuff for dinner later," your mom asks, handing you money and a list of all the ingredients you need. "Go with your sister because Jaemin and your father are going out fishing."

You grab the list and money and nod, yelling for your sister to come downstairs.

Your sister quickly comes downstairs. "Ready?"

You nod, and you and your sister leave, deciding to walk to the market.

"Where's Jaemin?" she asks as she scrolls on her phone and you pick the vegetables.

"I don't know, somewhere fishing with Appa or something," you tell her as you stuff the vegetables in the basket.

You make your way over to the meat section. Besides you is a tall boy in a black mask. "Excuse me," you politely say.

"Oh, sorry," you hear him say as he moves over.

You look at the boy and smile. "Wait."

"Y/n?" he asks, shocked.

"Soobin?!?" you blurt out a little loudly, gathering the attention of everyone in the aisle with you.

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[blackquillchillin]

Okay for Simon romancing people in Stardew Valley, we gotta evaluate the potential relationship with each of the characters, so, starting with the Bachelors!!

Alex: gives young person vibes, similar to how Sam does, but more then that i just don't think he's Simon's type. Cocky Jock with Gridball on the brain, eh. I don't know they'd have anything to talk about, really.

Elliott: Aesthetically quite nice, though I don't know if I picture Simon as being very appearance focused in partnerships. Very Artsy. Could work, though I think Simon would be pretty neutral towards him initially.

Harvey: Huge Bonus is that he does not appear as young as some of the other Bachelors. I'm also biased, as He and Sam are the only two I've gotten to marriage to personally. (and quite liked both of them) That said...I don't think he has enough Confidence for Simon. He's dedicated to being a doctor, sure, but he's also nervous, with huge amounts of anxiety at times. He talks constantly about the health and safety of the town, but when other topics do come up, particularly in dating, he's easily flustered. As cute as i find him (and his mustache) I don't think Simon would be interested.

Sam: Reads as too young. everything's still about skateboards and music. Not too young for romance, mind, I romanced him, but too young for Simon. does have golden retriever energy though, which is nice, and really loves his younger brother, also a plus. and he does grow a little once married, But I think it would feel weird. Better match for someone Athena or Apollo's age.

Sebastian: Now here's where we get into the fun stuff!! I think Sebastian would NOT like Simon, who in turn would be....very neutral towards the young man, and completely unaware of the one sided rivalry brewing. See, a lot of the problems Sebastian faces are concerns about not being able to establish himself. He's living in his Mom's basement, with his Step Father he dosn't get along well with, and half-sister who he sees as being favored over him. He also feels no one takes his job seriously, (example, in his two heart event we learn Abigail plans to come visit regardless of him working) but one thing he IS is the town's resident Goth, even more so then Abby. So, imagine, just imagine, how frustrating it would be for him when Simon rolls up, Grumpy and Standoffish, Shock of black hair, dressed all in black, hawk perched on his shoulder, already having his own space with a job everyone recognizes and not having to answer to anyone. If we wanted to count who's edgier, Simon's even been to prison. Heck, in this world he might even have prison tats, anything could happen. And Simon? not the least bit concerned about this, or even aware.

Shane: On the one hand, no one should romance Shane. Shane needs a friend, absolutely, but he also needs therapy, and is not ready to commit to marriage. I might feel differently about this if he wasn't returning to drinking after tying the knot, or reacted to you giving him Beer after quitting. On the other hand, they're both deeply troubled, and I absolutely pair deeply troubled fictional characters, both romantically and platonically. (Bobby Lives! Blackbright whomst, on both counts) They could be deeply troubled.....together..........

And that's the Bachelors! Next up, Bachelorettes..... Abigail: One of her Big character conflicts is growing pains and tension with her Dad. Too young for Simon.

Emily: Too new age-y. I do think they could be friends, though. She'd gift him crystals to "help him absorb negative energy" and he'd get caught in anything she's hung from the ceiling, like dream catchers or beaded curtains. She would be brightly optimistic even as he grouses about life, though wouldn't always appreciate his sarcastic ways.

Haley: Okay hear me out, same energy as Blackmahdi, or NyQuill as I prefer to call it. Sure, it's missing the Ying-Yang color scheme, but consistently arguing? taking pot-shots at each other? both being complex characters with real human motivations underneath their cruel exterior? yeah. It could work. Emily wouldn't be thrilled that that's how they talk to each other though.

Leah: Don't have a reason for it other then I just don't see it. Like, sure, it could happen, but I just don't think it would, you know?

Maru: Simon would be immediately put off by her dad, like that's a big no. Also, she reads fairly young, being at least younger then Seb. also, while he may be reasonably fond of her as a person, (or maybe not, i dunno) I think growing up with Aura may have killed any interest in inventors in general.

Penny: Okay, I know I said Harvey was too timid for Simon, and Penny doesn't exactly exude confidence, but it's not the same. She's a lover of children, who's actively trying to teach the only two children in town. She's aggressively helpful, and trapped in rough circumstances. Also, he could sweep her up in his arms and hold her close and she could gently help him through his anxiety attacks and no I'm not projecting-

Lastly, It's not Romance, but Platonic,

Krobus: No notes. Sweet little guy. Perfection. Simon would share his house with him, as would anyone.

And that's the list!! let me know if you want to hear potential dynamics with the other townsfolk, I may have more thoughts about some of them then others, of course.

[dragonmasterhiccup]

Sigrid hummed in acknowledgment. “I can see that. Now I’m not trying to be degrading when I say this, as I know how Vikings can get— I’ve seen it firsthand— but, your husband seems to be gentler in that regard, softer spoken.” She shrugged, taking a hefty sip of water. “I don’t know if that’s it for sure, but whatever it is, it has the girls feeling safe, and that’s honestly all I care about. Of course I care about Magnus and Imogen, but they can handle themselves easier; Caito wasn’t lying when he was talking about Ellie’s vision— she can barely swing a sword straight for Thors sake! And the worst part is is that she thinks she’s doing it right, that she’s seeing it properly, and when we tell her she isn’t? Gods, you’ve never seen a girl that mad befits…” She paused. “And Isla’s only four, so I don’t expect her to do much of anything right now.”

The young woman seemed to be thinking back on some memories, fond ones at that, from what her expression was saying at least. “Oh, she said everything and anything about you guys— your daughter too. She referred to you guys as ‘mom’ and ‘dad’ for the longest time, told us about the hut, the Night Fury— I mean, she was the one to change our minds about dragons! Even after what they did to us! Who would’ve thought, huh?”

…

Isla was all smiles still, clearly overjoyed to have made what she thought was a new friend. She had never had a friend her age before!

At the mention of her hair being braided by either of Zephyrs parents, she shook her head, pointing back at Danny before touching her own head of hair. She wanted to have hair like her sisters!

…

Danny let out a shaky breath of relief, glad to know that Hiccup was still a hundred percent on board with being her father again.

At the mention of Isla receiving the same treatment, she nodded, her eyes glossing over. “That would be great. I, I think she needs it more than me.” Her eyes locked with Hiccups, and when she spoke again, her voice was hollow, almost desperate. “It was bad, Hiccup, when we found her. I just want it to be better for her. I want her to have what I didn’t.”

At him once again saying that it was good to have her back, she couldn’t resist wrapping her arms around him again, embracing him in a tight hug.

At this point, Isla had picked up on the fact that her big sister was upset, and obviously wanting to make her feel better, she went away from Zephyr to hug Danny as tight as her little arms would allow her to.

Chuckling softly, Danny picked her up in her arms. “Thanks, Isla. That made me feel a lot better. I love you, okay?”

The younger girl just nodded, burying her head in Danny’s shoulder.

Turning to the kitchen, she called out. “Caito! Can you come here? I wanna head over to Gothi’s now!”

———

In the end, Caito had agreed to do this, only because he was allowed to be with his two youngest siblings.

Once they got up to hut, he moved to stand protectively in front of the two girls, his expression firm.

“They go first, understood? And if there’s not enough space, I’ll stand in the doorway, but I need to be able to see them.

"Yep, that's Hiccup. He's always been that way, although he was extremely sarcastic for a while when we were teenagers."

Astrid's brows furrowed in concern. "The branding...that is what affected her eye, isn't it?" Glancing over at Danny, she said, "Gothi can probably help. I was once blinded by a lightning strike, and she was able to bring my sight back..."

It warmed Astrid's heart to hear these things, and she nodded her head towards Hiccup. "If it weren't for him, we'd still be at war with dragons. It's amazing how much one person can change."

---

Zephyr's face fell as Isla declined the new hairstyle, but as she pointed to Danny's hair, Zephyr's face lit up again. "Can--can I match you then? Do you think she could do my hair too?"

---

Hiccup tilted his head slightly, his face full of compassion, speaking softly. "I think you both could use it, Danny." Nodding, he said, "Then that's exactly what I'll do. On Berk, you, Isla, the others... you'll all have everything you need, and then some."

Returning her embrace, he only let go when he saw Isla approach, with Zephyr close behind. The young Haddock immediately plopped herself in her father's lap. "Hey dad! Isla and I are like, best friends now!"

"Oh, is that so?"

"Uh huh! I want to have my hair match hers!"

---------------

Hiccup held Caito's gaze, nodding. "I can make sure they are seen first, but you'll have to tell Gothi your other terms. I know I'll have to step out for a portion of the examination, but if you insist on staying for that portion, you need to take it up with her."

Knocking on the door, he said, "Gothi? I know it's late, but there are some new arrivals that have some wounds that need attention."

She gave him a tough time when Danny came, bonking him on the head for not bringing her sooner.

When the door opened, he greeted the elder Berkian. "There are three here with various injuries, can we start with the youngest first? Just a check over, make sure she's alright?"

[rubylize]

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Summary: You’re having family problems and Stiles is there to help.

Mainly Includes: fluff & family problems

I let out a frustrating yet relieving sigh, while looking at my brother and sister walking into school. My head was on the steering wheel for a second contemplating life to be completely honest. I lifted my head up and drove to my school. I walked to my locker, I felt so exhausted but I somehow always managed to keep going. I walked to class a few minutes early and just stared at my notes while my right hand swung the pencil back and forth between my fingers.

“Hey, baby.” My boyfriend Stiles said sweetly before sliding into my seat. He leaned down and pecked me on the lips, “Hi.” I replied softly, while looking into his beautiful honey eyes. “You okay?” He asked me, concern filled his features. I frowned a bit, “Yeah, why?” I asked, while tilting my head curiously to the side. “You look tired,” he told me, with a small smile placed on his lips. “Yeah, but I’m okay,” I reassured. Which was a slight lie. I was okay, I was just frustrated.

“Okay,” he softly said, while kissing me on the cheek.

Stiles has been my best friend since we could walk. He was always there for me, with anything. He became my boyfriend when we were in ninth grade. We’re now juniors in highschool and we’ve been dating ever since. He’s the sweetest, most gentle, boyfriend ever. He’s also very sarcastic, which makes him perfect. I love everything about him. He’s 2 in 1. Boyfriend and best friend.

“Hey guys,” I looked up to see Scott. Scott is another best friend of ours. Basically since toddlers as well. We’re the dynamic trio. Scott was an older brother to me. I couldn't hide anything from him. He knows me well, but it’s because his werewolf personality makes him know something is wrong, which is frustrating sometimes.

“Hey,” I replied, waving at him slightly. Stiles’ hand was around my shoulders, he replied the same way. “Do you guys have anything planned this weekend?” He asked. I pursed my lips, thinking for a second before I just shook my head. We never really make plans to hang out anymore, noticing that the supernatural has taken over. Not only the supernatural though. It was because I was always busy. I never have anything planned for the weekend, I’m just a mom. Not my kids. I’m a big sister of two siblings that need me. So I’m basically a mom. My mom died while giving birth to both of them. My dad is barely around, he has a lot of business trips, or I thought he did. He’s just been hanging out with his girlfriend. I shook my head, letting the thoughts go.

Stiles replied with a no. Though before Scott could reply, the teacher came in, making all of us pay attention. My best friends knew of my situation. I just haven’t told them that my dad has a new girlfriend, which is why I’m slightly frustrated. He has the time for her, but not his own kids.

School was over and I walked hand in hand with Stiles down the hallway. He walked me to my car, my arms went around his neck, while his hands were on my waist. “You do this every time,” I told him, while a small smirk was on my lips. “I have to make sure you’re safe.” My heart warmed at his words.

“I should go, I’m gonna be late to pick up Alexis and Aaron.” He pecked me on the lips, before opening the drivers door, for me to get in. I rolled down my window and layed my arms on the car door. “I love you,” he said. “I love you too.” He pecked me on the lips once more. “Oh and tell Roscoe I said hey,” I playfully said. “You love her more than me, huh?” He remarked, slightly jealous. “Maybe.” A small smirk played on my lips. I’ve always loved Jeeps. Stiles happened to name his car Roscoe. Roscoe was a nice light colored blue. He laughed a bit, “Alright, bye baby.” I smiled and waved a bit, before putting on my seatbelt and driving away.

The day ended with me being tired, like always. The next day I woke up early, made breakfast and woke up my siblings. I drove them to school and decided to not go to school myself. It was a Friday anyway. I got back into bed and fell back asleep.

I woke up and rubbed my eyes, but then reality hit me. My room was dark, my eyes widened. “Oh fuck.” I went downstairs hurriedly to see Stiles cleaning up. “Stiles,” I said, confusion filling my senses. “Hey, baby. I picked up Aaron and Alexis for you.” I let out a sigh of relief. My eyes watered slightly, “Oh, shit. Thank you.” I let out a shaky breath. Stiles put down the rag he was cleaning the counter with. “You’re okay,” he told me. I wrapped my arms around him. “How’d you even know to pick them up?” I asked, still confused.

“You weren’t at school so I got worried and I came here to find you asleep. I thought you needed it. I picked them up myself and took them to a fast food of their choice. I came back here, helped them with homework and put them to bed. And now, we’re here.” At this moment I was thankful for Stiles. What if I had left them there at school? “Thank you, Stiles,” my voice sounded full of relief and thankfulness. “You’re welcome,” he said, while kissing my hair.

He ended up leading me back to my room. We both got in bed and I wrapped blankets around us. “Aaron told me that Chris has a girlfriend.” Chris was my dad. I closed my eyes and sighed, “I was gonna tell you, but I’ve been so frustrated and I don’t know..” Stiles frowned slightly. “It’s okay,” he said with a smile on his face. There was some silence. “Stiles,” I let out a whisper. He didn’t reply, but his hand found mine, which gave me a sign to continue. “I- fuck.. All this time, I thought he was working. He clearly said that they’ve been dating for six months..” My unoccupied hand wiped the tear coming down from my cheek. “He admitted to being with her. All this time.” I sniffled, I was angry. “He didn’t even care to come check up on his own children,” I let out, choking out on a sob. Stiles wrapped his arms around me, letting me cry into his chest.

“He left this all on me, Stiles.. and it’s too much for me.” I cried more, while mentioning the last part. “I love Aaron and Alexis to death, but I can’t.” Stiles didn’t say anything, he comforted me though. He knew that I didn’t want advice, he knew that I just wanted to be heard. I ended up falling asleep in his arms.

I usually wake up to light in my face, but this time I didn’t. I smiled to myself, knowing it was Stiles’ doing. He was nowhere to be found in my room, so I assumed he was downstairs. I looked at the clock. 12:34 pm My eyes widened. 12:34 pm?!?!! I walked down stairs, to see Stiles doing homework.

He heard my footsteps and turned around, “Hey, did you get good sleep?” I chuckled, “I think I got enough.” He smiled, “Aaron and Alexis are at the park, with Scott.” I hummed in reply, “I seriously..” I sighed before continuing. “I’m very, very, thankful for you Stiles.” He somehow lifted me on the counter, his body between my legs and his arms around my waist. “My pleasure.”

That smile he had on his face was perfect. The moles on his face are perfect. His eyes. Perfect. Everything about him is perfect. “I still love Roscoe more,” I teased. His smile faltered, and I giggled a little bit, hiding my face on his shoulder. His hands around my waist tightened, when I looked back up he had a smile on his face. “What?” I said, while biting my lip.

“Nothing,” he said while smiling and looking away. He composed himself and looked back at me. “I’m just.. so I'm in love with you.” I could feel my heart flutter, “I’m in love with you too Stiles.” He leaned in closer, my breathing stopped, I looked at his hazel eyes. “You know you have greenish eyes?” He asked, tilting his head. I let out a laugh from my nose, letting me breathe for a second. “I think I did know.” He chuckled, while rolling his eyes playfully.

“You know you have honey eyes?” I asked him. “Honey eyes?” He asked with a furrowed brow. “Mhm, they look like honey,” I confirmed. He had a small smile on his lips, his lips looked so soft. “I didn’t know you called them honey eyes.” I flushed a bit, but shrugged in response. He got closer to me, making my heart beat faster and faster. His lips fell on mine and we moved in sync. It was soft, slow, and gentle. My hand went up to his neck and his hand went up to my face. He deepened the kiss, but we still kissed slowly yet passionately. He hummed in pleasure at our kisses, he pulled apart to breathe while still pecking my lips a few times. I’m sure our lips were plumped. I could tell his were. “I’m gonna go get your backpack so we can work on homework, okay?” I nodded in response and earned another kiss on the lips. He went upstairs, and I touched my lips, feeling such love for that damn boy. He’s just so perfect.

We finished homework together, before Aaron, Alexis, and Scott came home. I could get used to this. This is basically my family. “Analy! We had so much fun with Scott. He bought us ice cream!” Alexis said excitedly, while Aaron nodded his head. I smiled at them, I kissed both their foreheads. “That’s great, are you guys hungry?” They both nodded. “Go play on your console, while we make food, yeah?” They nodded happily. I thanked Scott for taking them to the park and we got to cooking.

A couple years later, tragedy struck. My dad died. His girlfriend was nowhere to be found, his death was a natural cause, but just like my dad his girlfriend wanted nothing to do with us. My brother and sister, we’re still underage, causing me to adopt them in my mid 20’s. Stiles and I were still going strong. He always helped out, even more now when he found out about my dads passing. My dad’s death still hurt, but I stayed strong for my two siblings. His death didn’t really affect us, but he was still our dad.

When Stiles and I got married, Aaron and Alexis asked us a big question.

“Y/n has always been there for us. She would take care of us all the time. We could tell it was hard for her, but she kept going..” Alexis started off the speech. I was sitting there next to Stiles at our main table, hand in hand. “Stiles was there for us too. He’d help Y/n with us. Y/n did something great for us, she was our mother figure. She basically is my mother.” Alexis gave Aaron a look, “Our mother,” he said, and the crowd laughed. I smiled at them, feeling proud of myself. “Stiles and Y/n continue to do these things all the time. Then, Y/n adopted us after our dads passing,” Alexis continued. “We will be forever grateful,” Aaron added on. “But we have a question..” Alexis looked at Aaron nervously. Yet they were both smiling, widely. “Alexis and I have talked, and it has been on our mind since we knew about the wedding..” I was slightly confused at that moment, not knowing what they wanted to ask. “Will you renew our adoption papers, so we could take Stiles’ last name.” I gasped, while I heard awes from the crowd. My eyes watered, while looking at Stiles. He looked at both of my siblings in awe. There have been many moments where I thought, this is the man I’m gonna marry. And I did. But in that moment looking at him, looking at my siblings like that, was the cutest thing I’ve ever witnessed. Stiles and I got up to hug them, while saying yes, while the crowd cheered. We could hear the clicks of the camera, knowing that this moment will be cherished forever. “We’re not done.” The crowd laughed when Aaron said that into the mic. Stiles and I went back to our seats, while listening to what they had to say once again. “We know that we will cherish every moment with Stiles and Y/n, but we also have to appreciate Scott.”

“WOOOOH!” We heard Scott yell from his seat. The crowd laughed once again. “Scott helped my soon to be parents-“

“Aww,” the crowd said once again, while I teared up, Stiles pulled me into him, and my head rested on his shoulder, while still having a clear view of my brother and sister. Stiles kissed my forehead and we kept listening.

“We’re proud to call Scott our uncle.” Scott ran up to them and hugged them, happily. The crowd cheered again. “We also wanna appreciate our soon to be grandpa.. Noah Stilisnki.”

“Aw,” I let out, on the bridge of crying. Stiles caressed my hip, while looking at his dad.

That day was the most memorable moment of my life. Alexis and Aaron took Stiles’ last name. We were soon the Stilinski family. We were perfect.

“Baby,” I heard, I opened my eyes. I saw Stiles above me, his hand took the hair out of my face. “Hey,” he whispered softly, yet lovingly. “Hi,” I said tiredly. “Do you wanna stay in bed or do you wanna make breakfast with me?” He asked curiously. “Mm, definitely make breakfast with you.” He smiled, while kissing my forehead. We made food and I made my way back upstairs. “Alexis, wake up.” I shook her softly. “What’s for breakfast?” She mumbled. “Chocolate chip pancakes,” I told her softly, while rubbing her back. “I’m up!!” She said estacatically. I woke up Aaron as well, “Aaron,” I whispered. “Whattt,” he replied. “C’mon get up, you have a basketball game today.” He groaned, “My back hurts,” he mumbled. “I’ll give you something for that, okay? Now hurry, before it gets late.” He hummed in response. I went back downstairs, “Did they wake up?” Stiles asked me, I nodded in response.

I looked in our medication drawer, I could see Stiles frowning in concern. “What hurts?” He asked me, while grabbing my face lightly. I smiled at him, “Nothing, it’s for Aaron, his back hurts.” The frown on his face continued to be there, “Oh,” he kissed me, but then looked at the staircase, hearing footsteps. Aaron came down the stairs, his hand on his back, slightly wincing. “Eat your breakfast and then you can have medication.” He nodded in agreement. Stiles served him pancakes, a piece of bacon, and some egg. He rubbed Aaron’s shoulder, while slightly giving him pep talk about his basketball game. “Yeah, we’ll see if I even play,” he grumbled, while taking a piece of bacon in his mouth. “Your back needs rest, so it’s okay if you don’t play, okay?” Aaron nodded at Stiles.

Not a while later Alexis came down. “Hey, princess.” I smiled at the nickname Stiles gave Alexis. “Morning,” she smiled, “I’m ready for breakfast,” she chirped happily. “Breakfast is ready for you,” Stiles replied, excitedly.

Stiles went to work and I parked in front of Beacon Hills High School. Alexis and Aaron walked up to the car, “Hey, how was your day?” They smiled at me, “Good,” they replied. “Did the medication help?” I asked Aaron. “Yeah,” he replied. “Are you gonna open the door?” Alexis complained. I laughed, “Yeah,” I opened the door and they both got in the back. “Here, for good luck.” I raised food in front of Aaron’s face. He smiled widely at me, “Thank you,” he said and kissed my cheek. “I thought we could eat in the car, before your game.” They both smiled at me and I handed everyone their food. We talked in the car about their day. “Stiles kept asking me if I was okay.” Aaron told me. “Oh yeah?” He nodded back in reply, while chewing on his food. I smiled.

This family was perfect. My husband was perfect. My kids, that weren’t my kids, were perfect nonetheless. Great kids, great family, great husband, everything was perfect. Friends. Perfect. They were all perfect. Everything turned out okay.

“You okay?” Stiles broke me out of my thoughts. “Yeah, why?” He smiled slightly at me, “You look a bit teary eyed.” I smiled back at him, “My life is perfect that’s why.” He looked at me with pure adoration. “Yeah, with you in my life. It’s perfect.” I stared at him in awe and kissed him, like it was my last kiss. My life was perfect.

[enthblaze]

SAY LESS I'M HERE

Okay, so I call it the Universal Misplacement AU (or UMAU for short lol) and it's called that because Casey's "twin", Rose, is originally my Rise of the TMNT OC (Rise is the version that got me into TMNT) and when I started branching into other versions, I originally started with Rose dimension hopping and in the 2012 crossover, she and Casey became accidental twins because they look a lot alike and are Batshit Insane. And eventually this turned into a whole separate idea where Rose got teleported to the 2012 verse when she was pretty young and got adopted into the Jones family and was raised as Casey's twin. She's Fae, which means that a single multiverse can't have more than one of her, and her prematurely discovering her Fae magic (not that she was old enough to know what the fuck it was) is what got her to the 2012 verse.

But onto the actual AU! Rose was raised as Casey's twin sister. Those two are as thick as fucking thieves but anyone who doesn't know them might think they hate each other because bodily threats is their main love language. Their dad has made the joke about the Cain Instinct being the only instinct those two know on more than one occasion. Rose is on the boxing team in addition to Casey being on the hockey team, so the twins are athletic, reckless as hell, and bisexual (Rose is canonical, Casey is headcanon).

When Casey first starts out on being a vigilante, it does not take long for Rose to find out and she demands that she join him. So now they're badass vigilantes, Casey even snuck her a goalie mask she promptly painted pink and black to match. They have a list of plans they've labeled via the alphabet, wherein one plan aliterates with a letter of the alphabet; i.e Plan F is Fuck It, We Ball, Plan K is Keep Away, and my personal favorite, Plan M is Molotov Cocktail.

Rose's main weapon are the brass knuckles she totally didn't smuggle into her room (/sar) but has borrowed her brother's baseball bat lol.

I can't stress this enough, because i'm Emo about it; just because they threaten bodily harm and insult each other on a daily basis does not mean they don't care about and love each other to their very souls. Yk how Rose is Fae? During season 2, the closer they get the Kraang invasion, the more Rose's powers start to act up, because they're responding to her big emotions and the stress that follows. So, during the farmhouse arc, she and Casey put in a bit more effort in trying to understand her magic. And in doing so, a few days before Leo wakes up from his coma (which, idk if you've talked about Van during Leo's coma, but I would love to hear about the angst that comes with it), Rose and Casey have a very emotionally vulnerable and intimate moment in that they well and truly spill their hearts out.

Casey, to me, is a reflection of Raph in that he's a protector. This boy loves his family to point where he's willing to do Violence to keep them safe. And that includes his twin, very much so. When she gets overstimulated to the point of a meltdown, or is understimulated to the point of floating away in the clouds, he is the rock that keeps her tethered and he likes it. Because it means he can make sure she's okay that much easier.

And Rose has always been a lover. She can be as sarcastic and playfully mean and petty as she wants, she loves with everything she's got. So naturally, she reflects Casey's love for her back to him. Just like how he's always in her corner when she needs it, albeit with a remark and a smug grin she immediately wants to smack off, she will always do the same for him. She wasn't born a Jones. She chose to be a Jones. And she makes that choice every single day. Casey will always be her brother, and will always be her twin. She can't think of a thing in the world that would break that.

And. During this moment. When they are baring their souls to each other after three months of worrying about their dad and little sister, being powerless to protect their city the way they wanted and unable to help one of their friends. Rose's magic reaches toward Casey's soul, the very thing that makes him who he is. And tethers it to hers. Bonding their souls for however long they are siblings. And as a physical marker of this, cause this is a Big Fucking Deal, they are given each other's eye color on their off-side. Rose's left eye turns brown, and Casey's right eye turns blue. And now that their souls are bonded, they not only have a better connection emotionally, but magically too. Because Rose inadvertently transferred some of her Fae magic to Casey.

Which of course is used for IMMENSE chaos. Poor Leo is so tired of their shit LMAO

(Also, I have to apologize for how long this ask is LMAO I have so many thoughts and concepts but these are the big ones so far (I've got a couple of concepts in the works 👀) and i love this au sm)

"She wasn't born a Jones. She chose to be a Jones. And she makes that choice every single day."

STOP RN- THIS MADE MY HEART CLENCH /POS

I LOVE THIS AU SM ALREADY !!!

I barely know Rose and yet she's won me over. I need more Rose & Casey content. AND- I wasn't expecting magic or the Fae being brought into a 2012 au but I AM SURE HERE FOR IT- THIS IS AWESOME!!!

Oh, and never apologise btw for long asks, theyre my favourite. i loved all of this sm, and i deffo wanna see what else u got in store :]]

(and yes, ive made a few posts regarding Van during Leo's coma ahah)

Poor Leo waking up, only to be met with these two whirlwinds of chaos lmaooo XD

[valentine-cafe]

HELLO !!! 🤩🤩🤩

DID U MISS ME BECAUSE IM BACK FROM THE DEAD BABES 🔥🔥🔥

this may seem like a happy post but‼️‼️ beware ‼️‼️ im /might/ hurt you just a little 🤏 im using emojis to cope 😙

On a more serious note!

I hope you’re okay with writing familial love, i wanna request one of Seong-jin’s sisters (prolly the youngest and noncanon ofc!) getting all emotional having to say goodbye one day and like —

“What if…I disappear one day…” she paused, snuggling a bit closer to her elder brother’s arm, seemingly scared yet has a hint of warmth in her actions.

“Would you come find me?”

“Will be my older brother again..?”

// I’ll thirst ask abt your dirties again soon, love ya both! 😘😘😘//

- 🌙

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ verse 9948e seong-jin ⊹ ۪ ࣪

. ˚◞꒰ 🍪 grim reaper & reader, reaper & diurnal!reaper!reader, detective & reader ꒱

seong-jin has always been cold and nonchalant — but when it comes to his sisters he’s a big softie.

but, as one would expect - he of course bleeds that bluntness into all of it as well.

“where would I even go? where would you go?” his arm around you, holding you close and stroking some of your hair back. a small frown on his face, despite trying to keep his voice steady and sarcastic as it always is.

“I’m the oldest for a reason, you idiot — I’d be there before you so much as disappeared.”

he’d tuck your head beneath his chin and let out the softest of sighs while you shed tears. he wasn’t sure he where this was coming from - but his heart goes out to you. of course it does, you’re his youngest sister. he held you in his arms when you were born. watched you grow.

“dry those tears now, hush. I’m stuck with you for awhile. you know that.”

[valictini]

Where to even begin

(OP you said it was okay to pour use this as an excuse to pour our heart out, so I'm taking you up on that, wall of text ahead lmao)

She had to live through death once, and even if it was reverted later, she never forgot it. For the longest time she was extremely paranoid and basically assumed that she could be killed any second. (She was proved right again and again, which didnt help) She had like 3 safehouses, further and further away from spawn. She has insomnia, too, because of nightmares.

Pomme is a sweet but serious little egg, and she cares so much about everyone.

One defining feature of her would be the fact that she had to grow up too fast, and that she knows it, and that she hates it. The second she was adopted, everyone and everything around her more or less made her understand that she was in danger, so she grew up anxious.

More than her own death, she worries a lot about losing her siblings and resolved to train up in order to protect them.

She hates mines because it's just making it more dangerous for the eggs for no reason... and it reminds her of the fake Willbur return party and the explosion that ensued. She wasn't teleported away. She was in the middle of the explosion. She thankfully didn't die but she also lived through that yknow

She's a writer! I think it was Aypierre who suggested she wrote what she did every day so all her parents could easily catch up if they didn't connect in a while. So yeah, she writes. A LOT. A fact that her french parents like to tease about, but they also always make sure to read everything.

After learning about the presidential dinner fiasco, and how code monsters took chayanne and tallulah's appearance, she came up with a secret code with her parents to show that she wasn't a code monster. (Giving them her favorite flower, the cornflower)

Nowadays, she seems way less outwardly stressed, but in the way that she got used to it, sort of, but also because she's stronger. Now, when she knows danger is near, she simply gets angry, gears up and prepares herself to get rid of it. She's a bit like Etoiles for this.

Now onto the interactions! Tbh I'm not 100% sure if all the interactions related to the death family are 100% accurate, but at least that's what I percieved:

Philza: she trusts him a lot, because he's Etoiles' friend and a good dad and a good warrior. A trust worthy adult overall. She often turns to him with a sarcastic remark whenever Etoiles throws a Gamer Tantrum that ends up with him rage quitting and her being left alone, and Phil consistently reassures her that Etoiles cares about her. Overall i think she meshes well with Phil because she's a mature kid, similar to his own, and he's a responsible adult, someone she can trust 100%.

Tallulah: she's Pomme's beloved sister! They are both very sensible to the other's emotions and are always supportive. They had a big moment when Tallulah was hurt about Pomme and Dapper joking about being abandonned, and in response Pomme immediately apologized with a very heartfelt letter that assured Tallulah that she was loved and that Pomme would always support her. I don't know how they interact usually, but I know they love and trust eachother very much.

Chayanne: honestly idk much about their relationship, but they do seem to have taken the role of protector of the eggs. The video showing the eggs leaving comes to mind, with Chayanne leading in the front while Pomme walked at the back of the group, scythe in hand, ready to defend the others.

Etoiles: Etoiles wasn't too close to Pomme at first but still made it his mission to make her Unkillable by dumping all of his best gear and items on her. Time did its thing, and now he actively enjoys having her around and it's reciprocated. Etoiles is like a pillar to Pomme. He trains her, he explores dungeons with her, he's her number 1 fan and if anything dares to hurt her, hes there to make it disappear asap. Etoiles promised Pomme that as long as he was alive, he'd always protect her and bring her home, wherever she was... and she fullheartedly believes him. Etoiles is also Etoiles, and he still loves to tease her. Pomme has also become unimpressed by his Gamer Tantrums.

And because I couldn't stop myself, here are her interactions with her other parents:

Baghera: she was the first to really show immediate interest in Pomme and quickly built a bond together. She's always taking into account her daughter's emotions. They are like besties and spent a lot of time building together. Unfortunately, with baghz' lore coma + the egg kidnapping + purgatory, Pomme hasn't spent as much time with her as with other parents, but they still love each other very much. Baghera is the only parent who willingly stayed with the eggs at the end of Purgatory, after all.

Bad: they first bonded via Bad and Bagh's friendship, and little by little, by spending late nights with Bad and Dapper, they became closer and eventually saw each other as father and daughter. Pomme admin's sleep schedule was fucked up for a while, and her french parents teased her for only ever connecting when Bad was there (very late in France, making it hard for them to spend more than a couple hours with her) But yeah, they're very close! With Baghera, Bad is probably the most sensitive to her emotions and always does his best to be there for her. Pomme simply loves to tag along and help with whatever Bad's doing, along with Dapper. They're all in cahoots.

Aypierre: Pomme loves him, but also probably facepalms a lot more in his presence than anyone else's. She had to witness his and Maxo's romance live, and helped to build the furry club, and overall is always a bit suspicious whenever Aypierre wants to show her a 'new project' (But quickly forgets it the moment Aypierre shows her his impressive builds) They do have fun hanging out and building together. Despite not being good at pvp, he always does his best to support her in any way he can, and doesnt hesitate to spoil her if she ever needs something. He would probably burn the world down before hurting her.

Kameto: there was a moment where Pomme angsted a lot about Kameto and why he wasn't there. She started thinking that maybe, he wasn't there because of her, because she's a bother. Eventually, she stopped talking about it, but its still a sore subject to her. I think if he showed up again, the angst would probably resurface even harder, but for now, she's focused on protecting her siblings and trying her best to be happy.

Antoine: like Etoiles, he wasn't that close to her at the beginning, but still took his responsibility as a father very seriously, wherever he could help (he was the one who went to manually teleport Pomme to her room when NINHO's system failed during an attack). He's blunt with her, and always talked to her like to an adult, honestly. They had a tough conversation after her first death, him trying to explain to her that life without death doesn't really have meaning, but then again. She was like 1 week old lmao. He (almost) never lies to her, and he trusts her to never lie to him. Still no fighting skills though, so in terms of safety and protection, it'd be more accurate to say that Antoine is Pomme's egg.

Calling all French cc mains or French QSMP fans!!

Pomme is going to appear in my fic I'm writing! I know, similarly to Chayanne, she's passionate about being strong and protecting her siblings, and like Tallulah she enjoys flowers, but not much else!!

This post is your platform for gushing about your girl!! Please reblog and infodump to your heart's content about Pomme as a character! I'd love to include more depth to her than her protectiveness!

If it helps, here's some additional context for her appearance in the fic:

She'll be with Etoiles

Her, Etoiles, Phil, Chayanne & Tallulah will be doing a dungeon together

She might appear more than this later on but I currently don't have the chapter(s) planned if she does!

So if there's any specific ways she interacts with those 4 characters, let me know! Either way, go crazy writing analyses for her here! I am your vessel for Pomme appreciation. :D

[untaemedqueen]

Third Wheeling

CEO!Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Chapter 32 (Final Chapter).

Warnings (Updating Still): Smut, Cheating, Unexpected Pregnancy, Unfaithful, Emotional Damage, Love

Warnings For This Chapter: Daddy Kink, Degradation, Hand Job, Lactation Kink, Milk Drinking, Cunnilingus, Fingering, Pregnant Sex, Unprotected Sex, Riding, Begging, Praise, Spanking

A/N: This is the FINAL, FINAL chapter.... Wah, can you believe it? This is so crazy! I'm so so happy that everyone has enjoyed Third Wheeling so much! Thank you to my forevers @xjoonchildx​, @ladyartemesia​ and @ppersonna​ for being behind me on everything about this series

The sharp whistle that Yoongi chirps, bleeds through the living room of the mansion.

His two year old son turns to him with round, curious eyes. His small hand is outstretched trying to pick up the million dollar vase you have on display on the coffee table.

"What're you doing, my little troublemaker?"  Yoongi murmurs, wrapping his arms around his son and throwing him up in the air.

Honggi squeals loudly, curling his arms around his father's neck like needy vines.

"Maya, please move that vase before Y/N has a fit." Yoongi whispers to the woman he's always admired.

"Yes, Sir." she giggles.

"Dada," Honggi squeals into his neck and Yoongi's heart clenches at the sound.

"Yes, bud?" he inquires, tilting his head to look down at his son.

"Hungry." his son breathes.

"Mommy's making food, let's go see." Yoongi chirps, running his large hand over his son's small back.

Taking in the new mansion, Yoongi is really happy with it.

He didn't bring over a special architect from Greece, he didn't fawn over the marble this time around. He let you pick the house.

And like always, you're incredible.

The house isn't particularly gaudy like the last one which he shared with his ex-wife. It's warm wooden interior and gray and white furnishings scream home. And that's what Yoongi always needed -- a home.

Although, anywhere with you is home, he's noticed.

The wings that spread out far and wide throughout the house have pieces of art that make Yoongi feel comforted and he's astounded everyday by how thoughtful you are.

"Mama!" Honggi screams and it rips your husband out of his daydream.

"Uh oh, here comes trouble." you sing, slinging your towel over your shoulder.

You extend your arms over the quartz island for your son and Yoongi is incredibly cautious.

"Be careful, please," he begs.

You give him a sweet nod, accepting your son into your arms and Honggi leans over the pot curiously.

"Cow?" he asks and you snort loudly.

"Yes, beef." you reply, wiping his chin with your thumb.

"B-Beef," he repeats and Yoongi beams.

Honggi isn't one to stay in anyone's arms for long, despite how much he adored being held as a newborn. He wriggles almost immediately to get down and Yoongi takes a sharp breath between his teeth cautiously.

"Watch mommy's belly, please." he yelps, setting your son on the floor.

"Jesus," he bleats, kissing your cheek.

"It's okay," you promise him, bending down to fix your son's black hair.

Honggi hugs your neck tightly, kissing your cheek so sweetly that it turns you into a puddle of love.

"What should we name your brother and sister?" Yoongi inquires of your son as he leans both elbows down on the island.

He pops a grape in his mouth, looking at his kid expectantly.

"Pororo... Poby!" Honggi giggles, swaying back and forth.

"Oh yeah, good idea! We can name them after penguins!" Yoongi teases, giving his son a grape.

"Poby is a polar bear." you inform him, stirring the stew.

"Yeah daddy! Bear!" Honggi scoffs, tugging on Yoongi's pants playfully.

"Oh, I'm sorry daddy doesn't know what anthropomorphic animals his son watches while he's at work." your husband murmurs.

"An-Anth-Anthr… Animals!" Honggi gasps and you laugh gently.

Yoongi takes a deep breath through his nose, allowing the comfort of being surrounded by his family to enrapture him.

He steps behind you, wrapping his arms around you and your growing stomach.

"I missed you today, little dove." he breathes, kissing your temple.

"You miss me everyday," you state, turning around in his grasp.

"That's true. Because I love you." he coos, pushing some hair back behind your ear.

"I love you too," you giggle, accepting the kiss he gives you.

Since Yoongi became a father he's learned so many things like patience and showing love to his child, the likes of which his younger self never got to see. He wants to give his family the entire world if he can, he wants to give all of you everything you could possibly desire because it was so terribly lacking when he was a kid.

"Dinner isn't going to be ready for a bit." you tell your family.

"But I'm hungry now!" Honggi cries, throwing his head back in a dramatic two year old fashion that both of his parent's laugh at.

"Okay. We'll have yogurt and go play with the Gaesu until Mommy is done cooking." Yoongi announces, picking up his son and slinging him over his shoulder.

"I love you mommy!" Honggi squeals.

"I love you too, bub." you reply, kissing his forehead.

"Give mommy's belly a kiss before we go." your husband instructs, patting his son's backside.

Honggi kisses your growing stomach and you can only snort at your husband's silliness.

"Okay. Now dada!" your son says, clapping.

The CEO kisses your stomach and then your forehead.

"You're gonna wrinkle your suit." you chide him, leaning back against the counter.

"So worth it." he retorts, giving you a gummy smile.

Two years have flown by in the blink of an eye.

There has, of course, been hard work that's been poured into your marriage whether it be for Honggi or just to be able to spend time together but the honeymoon phase has never truly died down.

You bask in each other's company like lizards under the hot sun.

You thrive when you're both together.

It's fate, really.

"He's asleep," Yoongi announces, stepping into your bedroom.

"Oh, nice. It only took two hours instead of three like yesterday." you know you sound sarcastic but it's really true. Honggi never seems to be able to sleep when he needs to, he's hyperactive in waves and thoroughly enjoys spending time with his father.

"Well tonight we read the big bad wolf and then he got scared so I had to calm him down and stay with him until he finally fell asleep." your husband rambles, peeling off his clothes.

You hum in agreement, sitting up gently.

Yoongi's tattoo of the large family tree on his bicep seems to shine in the dull lights of the room and it makes a smile spread over your face.

"How are my other babies?" he inquires, laying down beside you on the bed.

It's no secret that you adored your son and it's no secret that Yoongi wanted you pregnant almost immediately after Honggi was born. He missed your big belly and the closeness it brought the both of you when you were pregnant. But after Honggi was born, your paintings were flying off the art exhibit walls like hot cakes and you needed time to create new works of art.

While your husband had his tantrums and gripes about it, he understood. Being pregnant is difficult and he knows that, so when you told him he had to wait, he begrudgingly accepted it.

Your art was on hold now, with over two hundred pieces out in the world at any given second, you decided to focus on family.

"They're okay," you promise, running your fingers through your hair.

You can remember when you found out you were pregnant again for the second time. All of your symptoms hit so much harder than the first pregnancy.

"Baby? We gotta go. We're gonna be late." Yoongi calls, peeking into the bathroom.

He didn't expect to find you heaving over the toilet but when he does, two things happen simultaneously. There's a sharp bout of worry and a thinner vein of excitement that spread through his bones.

"What's the matter, my dove? You feel sick?" he pouts, entering the bathroom to rub at your back.

You shiver gently, waving your hand to the large gray cabinets beneath your sinks.

"I'm not a mime, I'm sorry." your husband whispers, raising an eyebrow.

"Pr-Pregnancy test," you plead.

He could just about pass out and die from happiness from those two words.

"Really?! You think so?!" he beams, ripping open the doors and tearing open the cardboard box like some sort of rabid animal.

His hands are shaky when he gives you the test and he helps you off of your knees immediately.

His thumbs rub at the tile indentations on your kneecaps and like always he stares up at you like you hang the moon on a string for him each and every night.

"I'm sorry we're late." you whisper, blotting your mouth with toilet paper.

"This is way more important. Fuck that. Jeongguk can wait." Yoongi avows, watching you cap the pregnancy test.

"We probably aren't even going to make it there anyway," your husband breathes.

"Why not?" you inquire, standing up and smoothing out the skirt of your dress.

The CEO wraps his arms around you, burying his face into your neck. "Because if you are pregnant, I'm gonna have to do some celebratory stuff."

You laugh aloud, running your fingers over his arms. "Stuff like what?"

"Like eating your pretty pregnant pussy and fucking your pregnant cunt." he murmurs against your skin.

You shiver at his words, glancing down at the test.

You hope you are pregnant. There's something insane in women's brains which makes them forget just how painful childbirth is so they can always look forward to more.

But the euphoric feeling of having a baby is well worth the pain, that's something you'll always remember.

"God, I think you are pregnant." he hisses, running his hands over your sides.

"Why do you say that?" you ask, tilting your head to look at him.

"You just feel different in my hands."

"I think you're crazy," you retort with a laugh.

"Why?!" he gasps.

"Because you didn't say anything yesterday when we… y'know."

"When we fucked?" he goads, kissing you softly.

You hum in agreement against his lips and he snorts softly.

"You did feel warmer around me." he announces, hooking his chin over your shoulder.

"It should be ready." you inform him, both of your eyes glued to the face down stick.

"Go on, show me that my baby is in you." he urges, kissing your temple.

Your heart races and your fingers begin to shake as you flip over the stick.

Yoongi holds his breath and you find yourself doing the same.

When you flip it over, the plus sign screams at you and Yoongi breathes a sigh of relief.

Your husband groans happily, picking you up off the ground and spinning you around.

"Thank you baby, thank you!" he cheers.

When he sets you down on the ground, you can't help the thrilled giggle that seeps from you.

"Should we head out?" you ask your husband softly.

The scoff he gives only seems right. "Yeah, right. I have more important things to celebrate than a boxing match."

You can only squeal when he scoops you up bridal style.

Putting his head on your shoulder, your husband takes a deep, calming breath.

His fingertips dance over your distended skin and his lips traipse over your exposed collarbone.

"You're so gorgeous," he breathes, letting his eyes flutter shut.

The smirk that spreads over your face is goofy and flushed, sometimes you find it astounding that he can even be so sweet with you.

There's a tiny kick beneath his fingertips that makes his head lift off of your body.

"What are you up to in there, guys? Fighting or something?" he gawks, feeling another flurry of taps below his hand.

"They don't have enough room," you announce, lolling your head back to the pillow.

"Well, just four more months and you won't have to be cramped anymore." Yoongi promises, sliding down the bed to kiss your belly.

"We should sleep, we have plans for tomorrow."

"Caleb's first birthday party." Yoongi remembers, drifting his lips over your skin.

You nod in agreement, tucking your hand beneath your head to get comfy.

Your husband knows just how difficult it is for a woman with a set of twins inside of her to fall asleep and he's nothing if not doting.

"Lemme put my babies to sleep," he murmurs, sliding his fingers over the soft skin of your inner thighs.

It's fascinating how the Kisung CEO can make you feel as if black coffee pumps through your veins even when you're completely exhausted.

He watches you avidly, making sure this is something you're up for. When your nipples begin to pebble and strain under the flimsy nightgown that can barely contain your swollen flesh, Yoongi knows he's got the green light.

His eyelids lower with lustful intentions and the tip of his tongue glides slowly over his plump bottom lip.

He knows you're excited for anything and everything when your hips lift expectantly.

Clicking his teeth, he pushes your body back down to the bed. "Easy now, little dove. You should know who's in charge here, baby."

Your whimper sounds like the most earnest plea as it passes through your parted lips and Yoongi can feel his cock straining against his briefs for some semblance of relief.

He kisses at your clothed pussy, already feeling how sodden the material is getting in a matter of seconds.

It continues to astound him, two years in, how willing your body is for him.

"Daddy," you breathe softly, carding your fingers through his hair.

His hands caress whatever he can find whether it be your thighs, your belly, your breasts.

"Wet little slut for me." he murmurs, tugging your panties off with his teeth.

You're quick to discard your nightgown, wanting nothing more to be touched anywhere you can get it.

Your husband hums at the sight of your core, pussy lips puffy and swollen with greedy intentions and slick with arousal.

"There she is," he breathes, kissing over your belly.

Palming your breasts in hand, you understand why he's taking so long -- to drive you insane.

He wants euphoria and adrenaline to course through you like wildfire so when it ebbs away, you'll be completely exhausted.

"My beautiful dove." Yoongi professes, spreading your legs wider.

Your eyes are glued to his abs, the way the muscles contort and constrict with each shallow breath he breathes.

You can thank each and every god everyday for the man you're married to.

You know the hierarchy in this bedroom, it rarely ends up with you on top, but the temptation of his thick, hard cock straining against his Balenciaga briefs has you throwing all cares to the wind.

He hisses gently against your distended skin when you cup his long length with your hand.

Yoongi will be the first to admit that he's missed this. He's been sweet and caring, not wanting to trouble you for sex with you being as huge as you are. He knows two babies are way more difficult than just Honggi. But, he needs you. In every single way.

"Play nice, my dove." he chides you softly, kissing up your belly to your swollen breasts.

You don't heed his words, tugging down the band of his briefs and swallowing thickly when his large cock bobs in the air before smacking up to his toned honey stomach.

His eyes flutter shut at the feeling and you know you've neglected him for too long. His cock is throbbing and needy as sin, beads of precum endlessly spurting from the top and slowly traipsing down the head.

"Baby girl," he gasps when you pump his cock in hand.

Yoongi kisses over your puffy nipples, scoffing at the pleasure that vibrates through him with each jerk.

He coos softly when you bead milk for him and his eyes snap to yours. "You didn't tell me your milk came in."

"I-I didn't know," you chirp, pumping his cock harder.

He shivers then, wrapping his lips around your peaked nub and tugging softly. He groans happily at the distantly familiar taste of your milk and his needy hands grip and massage your thighs as he situates himself further between them.

"Daddy, fuck!" you cry out gently, arching your back.

The tip of your husband's tongue is quick against your sensitive skin and you can only whimper for more.

Your shaking thumb runs circles over the swollen, red mushroom head of his cock and he gasps above you, pressing his forehead into your breast.

"Ba-Baby, this is about you. Please," he begs, wrapping his hand around your wrist.

You give a smirk, feeling high and mighty at how quickly you can break him down to a mere lustful animal.

Your free hand rubs circles to your stomach and he can just about cum at the sight of you.

His cock throbs wildly and he forces your hand off of him with narrowed eyes. "Behave, little dove. I won't say it again."

You hide your smirk, laying back down for him.

He eyes you wearily for a second before continuing his dissent on your body. His fingers caress over your sodden lower lips and his name tumbles from your mouth with a quickness.

"You're messy." he prods, spreading your lips with his fingers and tapping your throbbing bundle of nerves with the pads of his fingers.

Your body jolts, bottom lip tucking between your teeth.

God, you've missed this.

You've missed him doting on you so eagerly.

Yoongi continues to take his time, enjoying how your entrance clenches around nothing.

You're a needy little thing and you're all his. The way it should be.

"Daddy, please!" you beg, rubbing circles over your distended skin.

"What's wrong, beautiful? You're too much of a slut to enjoy this? You want gratification now?" he quips, lowering his head to your core.

You can't even see him over your belly and it drives you absolutely mad. You can feel the puffs of hot, needy breath that pass his lips but it does nothing but earn more dripping arousal from your center.

"Such a pretty pussy you have," he purrs, suckling your swollen lips.

You gasp loudly, screwing your eyes shut.

He plays with your entrance, swirling the tip of his index finger around it until your racking with sobs above him.

Yoongi presses the tip of his tongue to your throbbing clit and he groans gently at the feeling.

"Shhh, my dove. Daddy is going to take care of you, I promise." he avows, lapping at your nub with slow strokes.

It's so pleasurable, but it's not enough. You're on the precipice and he keeps you there for what feels like eternity.

"God! Daddy, please!" you beg, bunching your hands up in his hair and tugging.

He hums in fake confusion, adoring how your body shakes before him.

He's good at the long game.

He thrives in it.

When he slips two fingers inside of your slick cunt, you're about ready to burst but he pulls away from your core with a devilish smirk.

"My pregnant wife is so needy," he jeers, curling his fingers with ease to the soft patch of nerves within you.

Your chest constricts, heaving for breath. Your skin develops a thin sheen of sweat and you feel yourself possibly going insane within his grasp.

Picking his face up between the apex of your thighs, the sight of his soaked chin and cheeks hurdles you to the precipice.

"Wanna cum, need to cum!" you chant, cupping your belly while you grind yourself down onto his fingers.

"You hold it," he orders sweetly.

You can only scoff and the animalistic pride within you snaps.

You sit up, as quickly as you can, before pushing him down on the bed.

"Baby," he warns you, pulling his fingers from your heat and entering them into his mouth.

"I need it!" you whine, straddling him.

His hands immediately hold your hips to protect you from any imminent danger you might face. He goes to chide you but when your soaked cunt glides against his hard, thick length, he can only take a sharp breath between his teeth.

"I missed your cock Daddy, I missed it so much," you whine, rocking your hips.

"Oh Christ," he murmurs, gliding his hands from your hips to the globes of your ass.

With every rock of your hips, your clit thrums pleasantly at the feeling of the head of his cock prodding against the bundle of nerves.

Your shaky hands grip at your breasts, swiping your thumbs against your leaking nipples until your sobbing with pleasure.

"You're so gorgeous, fuck," Yoongi curses, enraptured with the sight above him.

Your eyebrows furrow and you're losing yourself in the pleasure as your mouth drops open.

His hands knead at the supple flesh of your backside before rearing back and spanking you with a fierceness that you adore.

"Yes, more!" you gasp, sitting up and positioning his cock at your entrance.

"You're a little cock slut, you know that?" he seethes, leaning up on his elbows to kiss at your belly.

"Your cock slut, Daddy. I'm yours," you whimper, slowly sitting down on his length.

His mouth opens at the euphoric feeling of your warm, wet cunt sliding down on him and he can only fall back to the bed with a heady thump.

"Shit," he breathes out, looking up at you like you give him the universe.

You do.

You give him everything and anything that exceeds his expectations.

You take a second to adjust to his length, preening as the head of his cock prods against your soft cervix.

"Good girl, little dove." he bleats, running his fingertips over your outer thighs.

Yoongi can see the way you swallow thickly and he can tell how fucked out you already are with your eyelids being as heavy as they are and pride blooms in his chest.

"Want you to suckle," you beg, palming your breasts.

He can only scoff at the arousing thought, he's up in a flash, minding your stomach. His lips pluck and suckle at your sensitive skin until you're shaking like a leaf under his ministrations.

"Your cock feels so big in my pussy, feels so good," you purr, rocking your hips.

He moans against your breast, gripping your hips with needy hands.

The rhythm you set as he suckles from you is slow but the impending orgasm you've been denied comes back in waves. The head of his cock taps against the sweet spot inside of you with each jolt of your hips and you're losing your grasp on reality.

"D-Daddy!" you gasp, letting your brain free of any thoughts besides just how pleasurable he feels inside of you.

"That's it, baby girl. Take it. Take what you need from me." he announces, laying back down.

Your hands push down on his chest as you begin to pick up speed and he can only cry out your name like a man possessed.

"Jesus, just like that, little dove. Fuck!" he curses, spanking the globes of your ass until your skin is smarting.

Then you feel the precipice again, you feel yourself teetering.

Your mouth opens to give a silent scream and your eyes well up with tears.

He coos softly, running his fingers through his hair as if the pleasure he's receiving is truly unbelievable.

You groan loudly, pressing your hands beneath your stomach. "I'm-I'm-"

"Cum for me, little dove. I can feel how badly your cunt wants to milk my cock. Cum." he orders and your gasp echoes throughout the room.

Your hands rub comforting circles to your stomach while your hips rock at an unfound speed.

"Yoongi!" you cry, squeezing your eyes shut.

Then -- euphoria.

Your orgasm explodes within you like a million shards of glass. With deafened ears and tear streaked cheeks, you don't even feel your husband lay you down on your back.

He fucks his cock so deeply inside of you that it brings you back to reality in waves.

"God, you look so beautiful taking what's yours, baby." he coos, sitting up.

You can only cry out gently when his strokes become erratic and deeper.

"You want me to cum inside you? You want to drip with me?" he inquires, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth.

You nod incessantly, spreading your legs wider when you feel his cock throb within you.

"Yeah? You want to be my little cum slut? Get so full of my cum when you're already pregnant with my babies?" he seethes through his teeth.

"Y-Yes, want to feel your cum so badly," you hiccup, running your hands over his chest.

His eyes screw shut when your hips meet his every stroke.

"Oh fuck, I'm cumming. God, your cunt is incredible!" he whines.

His hips give one last thrust, burying himself as deeply as possible before the warmth of his cum floods through your battered core.

You hum happily, rubbing your belly.

"I love you," he whispers, bending down and planting a passionate kiss to your lips.

"I love you, too." you reply, hooking your hand around the back of his neck.

After cleaning you up and situating yourselves back to normal, Yoongi pulls your body to cuddle against his. His fingers drift over your bare back and he sighs happily.

You're out like a light in mere seconds when you finally get comfy and he can only chuckle at your shallow breaths.

His hand comes to rest beneath his head and he can't begin to express how lucky he feels.

His attention falters to your stomach when he feels a gentle prodding against his hip. He smirks, kissing the top of your forehead and closing his eyes.

"Mama!" Honggi screams and you know better now than to rush to him whenever he shouts for you.

"Yes, baby?" you call to him, fixing your earrings.

"Want to play with Yumi!" he calls, peeking into your bedroom.

"We're going to see Yumi now." you reply, turning to him.

Your eyebrow raises as you look at your husband's spitting image. "Where are your shoes?" you ask your two year old.

"Dada said I don't have to wear them!" he beams, rolling on the floor with your corgi.

"Oh yes you do, you're not going over to Aunt Leena's house with no shoes on." you reply.

When your husband steps into the doorway, he knows he's made a mistake. Just the look you give him makes him want to run and hide.

"What?" he bleats.

Min Yoongi is obsessed with giving his son whatever he wants. He's obsessed with spoiling him and sometimes you have to look like the bad guy.

"He needs to put on shoes." you tell your husband.

Both of your boys frown at you and it's almost so ridiculous that you can barely contain the eye roll.

"Why?" Honggi chirps.

When you place your hand on your stomach, Yoongi nods. "Mommy's right, you need to wear shoes."

He's quick to avoid chastisement today.

"But why, dada?" your son inquires.

You love the 'why' phase… when it's directed at your husband.

"Because your little feet are gonna be cold and because mommy said so. And what did I tell you about when mommy says something?" your husband whispers conspiratorially to your son.

"That you do it! Mama has two babies a-and mad isn't good for babies!" Honggi says, sticking up two small fingers.

You can only snort, shutting the bathroom light off and leaning against the door frame.

"That's right, bud. So let's get you some shoes."

When your husband goes to leave the room, he widens his eyes apologetically at you and you can't help but giggle.

"Silly," you mumble, grabbing your purse.

Caleb's first birthday is a huge deal.

You know how much work his mother put into it and you know that it needs to be over the top and perfect for her to be thriving and happy with the day's events.

"Miss Thing!" Leena gasps, throwing herself out of the door to hug you.

"Hi Beena," you giggle, wrapping your arms around her.

Taehyung is right behind her with a smile plastered on his face.

"Happy birthday Caleb!" you gasp, taking him from Taehyung's arms.

Yoongi kisses your best friend on the cheek before looking over at her one year old son.

"Hey buddy! Happy birthday!" your husband cheers, watching as Caleb tucks his face into your neck.

It's always astounding to see how much of a one eighty Leena has done when it comes to Taehyung and her family.

You remember how adamant she was on not getting pregnant and not getting married but then when you gave birth to Honggi -- she wanted that.

And you completely understood it.

Now that your best friend is married and having a family, you can see how content and happy she is. It's something you're really proud of.

"Everyone is in the backyard." Leena announces, fixing Caleb's small suit.

"Yumi?!" Honggi screeches, looking past Taehyung.

"Yeah, Yumi too." Leena's husband quips with a laugh.

Yoongi snorts, following after his son.

"Miss Thing, I have to tell you, I would have never in a million years thought we'd see him today." your best friend blurts, guiding you into her mansion.

"Who?" you inquire, handing Caleb back to his father.

Leena's hands clamp down on your shoulders and her eyes widen. "Jin."

"Shut the fuck up," you gasp, pulling her towards the backyard.

There are a multitude of people in the backyard but your eyes find his tall, handsome stature easily.

He's standing by the fountain with his wife by his side and he looks in his element.

It's been months since you've seen your other best friend.

You aren't really sure why he dropped off the face of the Earth. You know he's probably been busy, you all have been.

But you know Leena has taken it the hardest. Jin has always meant something deeply to her so when he didn't return phone calls or texts… you know it burned her.

It's almost as if he feels your eyes on him the way he turns to look at you.

He gives you a warm smile, immediately leaving his wife to make his way across the large backyard.

Yoongi notices how your eyes get glassy when he looks away from Honggi and Jimin's daughter, Yumi. "Jimin, watch him." he orders, leaving to comfort you.

Now, Yoongi doesn't hate Jin, by any means. He respects him and in all honesty, appreciates him for helping him in his dire time of need.

But the CEO will be damned if he doesn't coddle you, his pregnant wife, to his side when you're emotionally distraught.

Seokjin is wary when he sees your husband loop his hand around your hip protectively.

"Shhh," Yoongi coos, hearing your gentle sniffles.

Leena on the other hand, just folds her arms, widening her eyes expectantly at your best friend.

"Hey guys," he bleats, running his hand over the back of his neck.

"That's it? All we get is a 'hey guys' from you?" Leena scoffs.

Jin blushes furiously, cupping his whisky tighter in his hand. "What do you want me to say, Beena?"

"How about a sorry, Kim Seokjin? That'll be the start. Then you can veer off into how apologetic you are for pushing us into the background for her." Leena sneers, nodding her head to Sera.

You take in how nervous Jin is and you absolutely hate it. You hate how small he's making himself look.

"I am sorry." he agrees, grabbing for your hands.

"Maybe you guys should take this inside," Taehyung whispers, looking over the party guests who have stopped their conversations to look over at all of you.

Leena doesn't even give an answer, only trudging back into her mansion with narrowed eyes.

Taehyung clears his throat awkwardly, walking with his son towards Jimin and Anna.

"Do you want me to stay?" Yoongi inquires, brushing some hair back behind your ear.

You nod immediately, wanting the comfort of your husband with you.

"Alright, my love." he promises, kissing your temple.

Seokjin chases after Leena and you can only sigh at the impending yelling you're about to hear.

"Miss Thing, please sit." Leena gushes, pointing to the couch inside the library.

You take a seat, watching Jin wade back in forth nervously like he's waiting for a scolding.

"Did you know that Y/N is pregnant again? That she's having twins?" Leena spits.

"Yes, I did. I'm very happy for her and her husband." Seokjin replies, helping you sit down.

Yoongi pours himself a small glass of scotch, draping his arm over your shoulders.

"Do you fucking understand how sorely you've been missed?" Leena inquires to the handsome man as she sits down across from you.

Seokjin clears his throat awkwardly. "Yeah, I-I do."

"Then where have you been?" you prod, folding your arms.

Your best friend leans back against the large wooden desk. "Listen guys, I've missed you guys so deeply. I need you to know this, okay? I'm sorry that I've been absent from your kids and your lives. I've been dying to spend time with you all."

"Okay. Then where have you been?!" Leena yelps, repeating your question.

Jin takes a deep breath, letting his eyes flutter shut. "I've been trying to start my own family. It's not easy! I've been taking Sera all over the world to different doctors and hospitals to try and see why she can't get pregnant! I've been depressed and down on myself until recently. I'm fucking sorry I abandoned you guys but I needed time to heal my heart."

The news resounds in your ears and you cuddle closer to your husband who rubs your shoulder with his thumb soothingly.

The smugness is wiped off of Leena's face within a second.

"Why didn't you tell us?" she whispers softly.

Jin's fingers card through his hair and with a frustrated huff, he lolls his head back.

"Because it's…it's heartbreaking and not what I want to bring to the table when you guys have families and lives already. I don't want to burden you guys with my troubles." he mumbles, spinning his wedding band with his thumb.

You take a sharp breath between your teeth, standing with the help of your husband who urges you to be careful.

"Jin," you whisper, hugging him tightly.

He stiffens at your touch before wrapping his arms around you. He sobs gently, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

"I did miss you guys, so much. I'm sorry," he cries loudly.

"You don't have to hide your feelings from us. You should feel comfortable to tell us anything and everything. I'm sorry if you didn't trust us enough with your worries." you murmur into his ear.

"No! I just… I was scared, I didn't want to trouble you both." he breathes, pulling away and cupping your face.

"Jinnie," Leena pouts, standing up and hugging the both of you.

"You're never a bother to us, don't ever think that." you coo, fixing his hair.

He takes a deep, calming breath, running his hands over your belly. "One of your kids is kicking me in the ribs." he mumbles.

You can only giggle, patting your eyes with a tissue.

"That's the least you deserve for not trusting us with your fears," Leena scolds him gently.

He nods, exhaling sharply until his cheeks are puffing out.

"So is she?" your best friend asks him.

"What?" he mumbles.

"Is she pregnant?" Leena inquires.

He takes a sharp breath between his teeth, tilting his head. "Something like that."

Your eyes drift slowly over the perfectly manicured lawn watching Honggi offer to share a toy truck with Yumi. His smile is the spitting image of Yoongi’s and it makes you sigh happily. You lean against the arm of the lawn chair, resting your hand against your cheek.

You can barely believe how happy you’ve become over the past two years.

Everything just falls into the right place, everything just fits like a perfect complete puzzle.

Honggi turns to you, flailing his hand wildly and you can only giggle. Waving back, your heart expands to the size of the universe.

Yoongi laughs at something loudly, drawing your attention. You watch him sling his arm over Taehyung’s shoulder and you can only snort at the sight.

You can remember when you never heard his laugh, you didn’t know what it sounded like for quite a while and then… once he began to laugh, it never seemed to end.

That’s something you revel in, your husband’s happiness is yours well.

It gives you great pride to see him beaming from ear to ear. And you don’t think it often but --  you got him here. You got him to this state of happiness.

It’s your best artwork, yet.

“Hey Y/N.”

You look away from your husband to the one person you’d never thought you’d speak to.

“Sera… hey,” you breathe, looking up at her flawless form.

“H-How are you?” she inquires, sipping her water nervously.

You haven’t seen here in two years. She looks good, that isn’t hard for her. Something about her seems calmer and more poised then when you knew her.

“Can I sit?” she asks gently, running her hand over the back of her neck.

“Please,” you insist, sitting up straighter.

You can feel eyes on you and you can only imagine who it is but you don’t dare look away from the actress before you.

While you weren’t her biggest fan, she’s made Jin happy over the past two years and you can’t fault her for that. He hasn’t loved anyone since Leena and you can see that his heart has bloomed since being with this woman.

“No drink?” you quip, pointing at her water.

“I thought, y’know, since my surrogate can’t drink then I shouldn’t either.” she shrugs.

You don’t know what to say if you’re being honest. It must be a sore subject…

“Yeah-” you breathe awkwardly.

“I’m not upset about it, we can talk about it.” she announces, putting her hand to your shoulder.

Sera in all the time you’ve known her has never touched you and you’re surprised at how normal it is, honestly.

“I’m sorry that you… y’know… you’ve had a difficult time.” you say honestly.

You can’t imagine how hard Sera and Jin have been trying, how many hospitals and specialists they’ve gone to, how much heartbreak they’ve gone through.

“At least I’m getting a baby at all, right? I always used to be so angry about the whole situation… Maybe that’s why I was so mean to you.” she admits, carding her fingers through her long, now blonde hair.

You hum thoughtfully, looking up at the dusky sky. “I mean it mustn't have been easy for you either. I came into Yoongi’s life and flipped it upside down. You were comfortable with the situation and I just spun things around like a top.”

“Well… yeah, true. But if you didn’t come into Yoongi’s life then I wouldn’t have been able to become a better person and find the person that’s right for me.” she avows, looking over at you.

Her words resound through you and your eyes widen just the slightest bit. She’s really different these days, huh?

“Well, I came over to say I’m sorry for treating you terribly the whole first time you were pregnant, it was in bad taste and I was so selfish back then that I couldn’t begin to understand how horrible that could be for you.”

“I accept your apology.” you reply, giving her a small smile.

She breathes a sigh of relief, letting her body go lax in the chair beside you. “Oh good, I was so nervous to talk to you. I thought I was gonna have a heart attack or something.” she gasps.

You find yourself giggling and she snorts softly.

“You’re kid is cute,” she comments, watching him run over to you.

“Thanks,” you whisper, widening your eyes at Honggi curiously as he stops in front of you.

“Mama!” he cheers, holding up his paint covered fingers.

“Yes, baby?” you murmur, pushing his hair back.

“I’m painter like you! Look!” he squeals, tugging your hand.

You look over at Sera apologetically, standing up to follow your son.

“It was nice to see you Sera, I’m sure I’ll see you again soon.” you call back to her.

She smiles warmly, giving you a gentle wave goodbye.

Jin could have done worse.

Lowering your head, you look at the picture that your son has painted. The fingerpaint is thick and blobbish but you can see a few distinct shapes that stick out to you.

You don’t say anything at first, letting him finish a few small details that he thinks are important. He gives you his gummy smile, seemingly proud of himself and it makes you smile too.

“It’s very nice, baby. I can see how much work you put into it.” you coo.

“It’s mama and dad, Honggi and baby!” he beams, picking up the picture which is almost too heavy for him with all the paint on it.

Your husband sweeps in beside you, planting a wet kiss to your cheek and taking the painting out of your hands.

“Mommy is having two babies, not just one.” Yoongi reminds him, pointing at your stomach.

Honggi nods fervently, opening and closing his small hands demanding the picture back from his father.

Your husband snorts gently, lowering the picture for his son. You can barely contain the ridiculous giggle that tries to escape you as he draws a black circle next the one already painted.

"Two!” he cheers, sticking up two of his paint covered fingers.

“Good job, bud.” Yoongi chuckles, kissing the top of his head.

“I saw that interaction. You okay?” your husband inquires softly into your ear.

You hum in agreement, wrapping your arm around his waist and laying your head down on his shoulder. “Better than okay,” you murmur, feeling his lips caress over the top of your head.

“Do you think he’s okay?” Yoongi inquires, pulling over the car.

You can’t help but laugh at his worried expression. “He’s fine,” you promise, putting your hand on his knee, “we can go out on a date without him around us all the time. Maya’s got it. Honggi loves her.”

He shuts off the engine, turning to you with a pout spread over his face. “I just miss him, I didn’t get to read him a bedtime story.”

Your heart is warm and you can’t help the giggle you give. “It’s our anniversary, besides it’s just for a few hours.”

He picks up your hand, placing a soft kiss to the back of it. “You’re right, I’m sorry. Happy anniversary, little dove.”

“Happy anniversary, babe.” you reply, with a smile.

The inside of Magic Shop is pristine like always, you’re so surprised that Jin has kept it exactly the same as two years ago. He always loved to change things up but you realize that he probably got so busy since you’ve last been here, he probably hasn’t had time for anything.

The music is quieter than normal and there isn’t a soul in the club. Which makes you understand immediately that Yoongi rented the whole place out.

“You shouldn’t have,” you hiss, giving Hyun a small wave.

“Of course I should have, you deserve the world, baby. Plus, loud music isn’t good for the babies,” he whispers, kissing your cheek.

Your eyes immediately land on the black velvet curtain and the memories of first meeting Yoongi flood through you like water.

“Thanks,” your husband murmurs, grabbing a whisky from Hyun.

When you pull back the curtain, you can only smile at the same leather booth from that fated day.

“Jesus, it even smells the same in here.” Yoongi breathes, running his fingers over the top of the couch.

This room holds so many memories for you but nothing beats the one with your husband.

“God, it’s like it was yesterday. I can still remember that black dress you were wearing,” your husband chirps, sitting down in the same spot he did two years ago.

He pats his lap, setting down his whisky onto the floor and you’re absolutely gobsmacked by how much this feels like dejavu.

“I’m a little big,” you murmur, sitting down slowly.

“Never, you’re gorgeous, little dove.” Yoongi coos, wrapping his arms around you.

His warm hands caress your practically bare thighs and when he looks at you, you can see the sheer love and devotion in his eyes.

“My little dove,” he breathes, drifting his thumb over the apple of your cheek.

You can remember just how smoking hot you thought this man was, how intrigued you were by him in an instant. You remember every single second of your time in this back room. You remember every minute of your days when you found out you were pregnant and how absolutely scared you were.

You can remember his good times and his bad when he was working out his feelings about you.

Nothing has left your mind and you treasure each and every memory -- because they make up who you are. They make up your life.

And it’s perfect. Because you have him.

“You were a good girl that I wanted to break so badly,” your husband announces, breaking you out of your thoughts.

“Well… you did that,” you quip, humming when he presses his face to the crook of your neck.

“Thank you, little dove, really. Thank you so much for loving me and giving me such a wonderful family,” Yoongi gasps.

“Thank you for opening up to me and showing me that our love could blossom into something as perfect as this.” you reply, running your fingertips over his arms.

When he lifts his head, you can see how glassy his eyes are with tears.

“God, I love you, little dove.” he whimpers.

“I love you too.” you reply, kissing him softly.

His lips are plush and soft against yours and you can feel the tears that careen down his cheeks until they’re soaking into your skin. He’s so gentle with you, drifting his hands from your back to your distended stomach.

“My wife,” he chuckles, capturing your chin between his thumb and index finger, “my beautiful, gorgeous, powerful wife who has given me enough love to last eons. I love you so much, little dove, it hurts me.”

There are one hundred and fifty eight ways to say ‘I love you.’ And, they all pertain to Min Yoongi.

He’s a gentle soul and a loving husband that holds high standing with billions of people worldwide. He is sweet, wonderful and a perfect man at the end of the day. And now, everyone sees this side to him.

In the media he is praised and renowned for being a fantastic father and an equally fantastic husband. And to you, nothing could ever be more true,

It was March 23rd, when you saw him and met him. You tasted the finest of liquors and smelt the smoke of the richest Cuban cigars.

It was March 23rd when your life had truly begun.

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[leossmoonn]

Hiiiii,

Can I request tvd characters reacting to the reader being egirl? Like the reader is their friend and she is and e girl, and i think for the vampires this style is very odd. Also could it be a female reader?

characters - stefan, damon, klaus, elijah, rebekah, kai, and katherine x fem!reader

includes - language, nsfw themes. me really badly describing e girl fashion 😭. some of these i imagined as the readers relationship w them being platonic or romantic, ill let yall know the difference

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stefan salvatore - platonic

okay i love stefan but tbh i don’t think he’d like your style….

AT FIRST.

it’s just different, you know?

and like i said, i love stefan but he’s a little bit basic 🌝

it just took some time for him to get used to

he isn’t used to seeing a someone with split-dyed hair, lots of eyeliner, drawn-on hearts with eyeliner, dark and layered clothes

but soon he grows to love your style and you!

you two are literally THE best friends

damon salvatore - romantic

lets be honest here

damon LOVES it

ofc in the beginning he would tease you bc you would always be dyeing your hair, wearing chokers that could puncture somebody if they got close enough to you, and long earrings that reached the floor

lol no but seriously, he always was attracted to you

he adores your style

obviously its a lot different from the other girls (quirky 🤪🤪🤪) but he likes the difference

you also look like someone who could kick ass and who is pessimistic and sarcastic and funny, and honestly, that’s his dream girl

you two definitely wear matching outfits

OMG AHH

i can imagine it now

cute couple fits!!!

he even lets you paint his nails

you find it so hot you two def stayed up all night 😏😏😏

and he loves loves loves showing you off at the mall, knowing that everyone is jealous and wants a piece of both of you

you two ALSO jam out to music in his car

you two def always get matching tattoos

he lets you do his eyeliner too!

damon with eyeliner…..

puts the dam in damon

klaus mikealson - platonic

i think klaus wouldn’t like it much either at first

but he quickly warms up to you

of course, hes just so used to seeing girls in big, period dresses or jeans and a nice blouse

but he quickly falls in love with your style

and honesty, he kinda wants your style too

i imagine him always asking you what to wear when he goes to mystic falls so he can impress caroline

i feel like he would see you as his little sister and so when you wear tight clothing and lots of make up hes like 👹👹👹👹👹

but he of course supports you no matter what

i don’t really have much to say about klaus 😭

elijah mikealson - romantic

elijah on the other hand…

your style and whole personality just intrigues him so much

like with being alive for so long, he’s def like seen literally every single different style

but this… you were new

and he was very very interested

and intimated

like he didnt realise one could be so alluring in dark clothes, chains, and different colored lipstick

he befriended you at first and you also found him very attractive

he was very charming and so different from literally everyone, he also intrigued you

its not really a question as to whether you two were the most hottest, but also surprising couple to step out

when you two walked together, elijah in his suits and combed back hair and you in your different colored hair, tattoos, and fishnet stockings

you both were quite a pair

and elijah really really loves your style and the bold, confident attitude you bring towards the table

youre not afraid to wear what you like, youre not afraid to say what you want to say, and you look fine as hell doin so

elijah even lets you dress him up one day and you had so much fun hehe

he looked like 10 years younger w his hair messy and the necklaces and the painted nails hehe

bottom line is, elijah fully supports and loves your style. its really his favourite part of you :)

rebekah mikaelson - platonic

rebekah looooves your style as well

your style is one of the reasons why she was like "yes. we have to be best friends."

she has a flair for the dramatic and she loves fashion, so of course she would love your style

unlike klaus, she has seen and even dabbled in the e-girl style

i feel like what she wore was more on the goth but like, whatever

you two definitely do your makeup for each other and pick each other's outfits

borrowing clothes does become an every day thing

you two are literally conjoined to the hip

you introduce her to music that she's never heard of (even in her 1,000 years of being alive)

you get her to wear fishnets socking, cool different coloured eyeliner, and cool hairstyles

you two are the baddest bitches in mystic falls and new orleans

kai parker - romantic

kai is all over you from the start

doesn't help the fact that he hasn't had a girlfriend in like, 20 years lolllll

but anyways, you just attract him so much

from your makeup, to your clothes, to your laugh, to your caring and strong persona, you got him wrapped around your finger 😉

he loves going shopping with you and seeing all the cute outfits you make up

he also lets you do his makeup. he is very in with the eyeliner

he likes lookin' like a bad boy, you know him lol

you two definitely fit in with each other so well

like if soulmates were a thing, you two being together would be fate!

katherine pierce - romantic

okay so katherine def saw you as competition first

she was like

“ugh she likes she so better than me? bull 🙄🙄”

but you decide to try and get around her little grudge and force her to hang out with you

she then sees how cool you are and becomes your friend!

after hanging out for a while you two develop feelings for each other, especially katherine

like homegirl has fallen haaarrrdddd

every thing about is just so perfect and not to mention, just your style and your personality tie it all in together

so she asks you out after a lil and ofc you say yes

you two def do each other's makeup

you show katherine new tips that she swore she's always known (no she never has lol)

matching outfits are definitely a thing between you two, too!

katherine just loves you so much and really just supports yo u101% 24/7 :))

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hope you liked this! :))