#him giving his mom a card for her birthday is adorable

[kim-ruzek]

Kojo being the goodest bestest boy there ever was (aka him being the most adorable bridge between his mom and dad)

[hongmingoo]

Still You

Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo x f!Reader

Warnings: Brother's best friend, Best friend's sister, Slight underage relationship, Slight teacher-student relationship, Domestic Abuse (not explicit), Exes to lovers, Angst, Fluff, Forbidden love tragedy

Word Count: 11k+

Inspired from: Still You - Seungkwan

Summary: Tragic love story between two lovers who met at the wrong time, having to go through trials after trials just to end up finding each other again.

Jeon Wonwoo has never believed in love at first sight. He always thought that it takes time for people to get to know each other and eventually fall in love. But with you, it's so different.

You were his best friends' sister. A young girl compared to the circle he is used to. You were away, living with your grandmother in Jeju while your brother lived with your mom in Seoul. Six years younger than Jisoo is, you are instantly adored by his peers.

So, Wonwoo thought it's only normal for him to adore you too. You were a nice kid, polite and kind, also very understanding– very unfitting of your young age. You didn't complain when you're left alone at home after school because your mom works until late and your brother is busy with his school and part time job.

You'd do the chores at home on your own, cook simple dinner to eat, do your homeworks and go to bed early for school days. Sometimes, your classmate, Seungkwan would bring you food and side dishes that his mom made since he lived just next door. And because his younger brother Seokmin is in the same class as you too, he often sees you when he comes to pick Seokmin up from your house after his part time job.

"Poor Y/nie" Seokmin would say one day when they both walk home from your house.

"Why?" Wonwoo questioned.

"Because she's always left alone. Her mom's busy working, same as Jisoo-hyung. But when I asked her if she's lonely, she'd say she's okay with it because they're working hard to make extra cash now that she's staying with them. She's allowed to say she's lonely right, hyung?" Seokmin sighed, his tiny shoulders slumped from the heavy exhale.

Seokmin is caring, more than a 10-year-old should be, but that made Wonwoo proud nonetheless.

"Should we prepare a welcoming party for Y/nie? It's been 2 weeks since she came, right? We haven't had the time to welcome her properly. So, go tell Seungkwan and Soonyoung tomorrow that we'll throw a party for Y/nie at our home on Saturday" Wonwoo suggested, bending down to match his brother's eye level.

Seokmin's face lit up, nodding enthusiastically at the idea.

Still, Wonwoo didn't expect you'd be so happy when they threw the small party for you that Saturday. Didn't expect you'd cry and hugged him while saying your thanks. You'd hugged Seokmin, Seungkwan, and Soonyoung too, promising that you'd be best friends forever.

Jisoo and his mom had come at 8pm to pick you up and thanked his family for welcoming you so warmly which made his mom pat his back in pride. He'd kneel down in front of you to wipe your tears, told you to smile because you looked so pretty smiling.

Wonwoo didn't expect to fall for you, the way he did because he shouldn't. You are his best friend's sister, the one he looks up to as his own brother. And most importantly, you're way too young for him, plus you're also his brother's best friend. By the time he's 17, he realized that his first love is someone he can't get, someone he isn't supposed to love, someone he has to give up entirely on.

At 17, Jeon Wonwoo realized he had fallen in love with the 12-year-old you.

But, in his defense, you're way too mature for a 12-year-old. You're as attentive and caring as your brother Jisoo. You'd give him your handmade cards on his birthday, accompany him and Seokmin for dog walking, never attempt to drag him to a pool or a lake because you knew he had a fear of drowning.

There was one time where you'd knit a scarf for him because he got cold so easily. Tell him you learnt how to knit at school. You said you wanted to make him some mittens but it's too hard so you ended up making him the dark blue colored scarf instead. Then, you also promised that you'd make him a beanie with cat ears because he likes cats once you've practiced enough.

And Jeon Wonwoo realized he is fucked up because he can't possibly love someone so young. The guilt is eating him alive, he felt like he was betraying the trust Jisoo had on him. So, he did the only thing he knew at the moment. He ran away.

You were told by Seokmin that his brother had left to live with his grandparents in Changwon. So he could focus on his studies since he's a high school senior now.

"So, today our class will be taken over by the new student teacher. He's here for his internship for 6 months. So please be nice to him" your homeroom teacher, Mr. Yoon reminded his students. He welcomed the new teacher, that you didn't even notice his presence in the class, not that you cared.

You were just doodling when Soonyoung slapped your arm hard, to get your attention.

"Ow! What is wrong with you?!" You whisper-yelled, still having the decency to be quiet in class. You gave him a nasty glare but he paid you no mind, eyes still glued on the figure at the front of the class.

"Isn't he Seokmin's brother? The new teacher" he whispered, eyes not leaving the front.

"Hello, my name is Jeon Wonwoo. I'll be teaching you Math for this semester. Nice to meet all of you," the deep voice introduced himself with a smile. Your eyes widen, because you remember that voice, that face and most importantly, that smile.

"Hyung! It's me, Soon–" Soonyoung was about to expose himself, raising his hand in the air, but you quickly pulled him down together with you to hide your face on your table.

"Why are we hiding?!" He whispered, confused by your actions.

"I don't know?!" You replied, shaking your head.

"What?! Are you on your period or something? You're acting weird. Anyways, we're gonna have to introduce ourselves, so act proper" your friend scolded. You were stunned because he played Uno reverse on you since usually it's the other way around for you.

"My name is Kwon Soonyoung. My birthday is June 15 and I like tigers! I think you already knew me since we met when I was 10. I am Seokmin's best friend too" Soonyoung introduced himself happily, his hands flying everywhere. Wonwoo's eyes lit up in recognition upon seeing him, his smile widened.

"Oh, Soonyoung. You've grown. Nice to see you again. I look forward to seeing you around more" he chuckled at the boy's excited giggle. Soonyoung turned around to his side, a girl with long dark hair was sitting next to him, face hidden behind a book.

"Come on, your turn" Soonyoung chirped. You wished he could just shut up for one second. You groan inwardly as you stand up, feeling eyes on you already. You reluctantly meet Wonwoo's gaze but it accidentally turned into a glare from how hard you clenched your jaw.

"My name is Hong Y/n. I was born in winter, my hobby is reading" you mumbled your introduction, barely audible but Wonwoo heard it so clearly. It's you, the girl he missed the most. The girl who's still so pretty donning her summer uniform, even though it's already September, despite giving him a harsh glare with a pair of hazel orbs. Wonwoo's eyes widened slightly and his breath hitched but he masked it with a polite smile, the kind that teachers usually have.

"Did you miss your breakfast this morning, Hong Y/n? You seemed grumpy," he teased, for the sake of shaking off the heavy air hung in the classroom. The whole class erupted in laughter and you took a seat after blowing air to your bangs in annoyance.

"How did you know that, teacher? Y/n's only grumpy when she's hungry~" Youngji teased, earning a glare from you too.

"She reminds me of my cat at home. Grumpy when hungry, hehe" Wonwoo chuckled, making the whole class laugh again, except you of course.

"Anyways, I hope we get along just fine this semester. Pleased to meet all of you"

...

"Did you not have any decency to tell us your brother is back and he'll be teaching our class?" You scoffed, sitting at the table at the park for lunch.

"He told me to keep it a secret. He wanted to surprise you guys," Seokmin grinned, opening his lunch box carefully and picking up his chopsticks to start eating.

"I thought I was dreaming when I saw him walk into our class," Soonyoung said, sipping on his strawberry milk.

"So, he's back to your home?" Seungkwan questioned, munching on his sausage.

"No. He rented a house in town. He visited last weekend. And told me to keep it a secret. And here he is today" Seokmin laughed at your incredulous face.

"Are you still mad at him? It's been 5 years. Forgive him already. I thought you moved on from him?" Seungkwan asked.

"I didn't like him"

"Okay? So why are you mad?"

"He left without saying anything to me"

"You weren't anyone to him, Y/n. Why would he tell you? Haven't you thought of it like that?" Seungkwan questioned and you went silent, glaring at him. Soonyoung choked on his sandwich while Seokmin eyed the two of you warily.

"You didn't have to be so blunt about it," Soonyoung coughs, reaching for his strawberry milk. But Seungkwan was right, you were just a friend to his brother, why would he even tell you anything at all? But part of you is still mad at him, because you thought you were special, maybe you mean something to him. But no, you need a reality check. There's no way someone as perfect as Wonwoo would fall for a kid like you.

"Can I join you guys? We haven't had the chance to catch up," a familiar voice rang from behind you, making you frozen on the spot.

"Hyung! Have a seat, let's eat together," Soonyoung cheered and Wonwoo thanked him with a smile. He took a seat on the empty spot next to you, setting his tumbler and lunch box down before he began eating. You still froze, unable to look his way at all.

"You have to call me Teacher at school though. Please remember that," he scolded lightly, nose scrunching up in a cute smile. He still looked so cute and dainty, despite his body having bulked up from the last time they saw him. It's such a contradiction, but he looked hot anyways so who cares.

"Right, sorry. It's confusing," Soonyoung complained.

"When did you come back to Seoul?" Seungkwan asked, looking up at the older male eating his lunch cutely. Tiny bites of everything but somehow still has his mouth full and cheeks puffing up.

"2 weeks ago. I had to settle down in my new home and get ready for school. So yeah, haven't had the time to reach out"

"I see, I thought you just moved back in with your family, that way we could hang out again" Soonyoung whined.

"We can, once I've settled down properly sometime later. Though I wonder, would you younglings even want to hang out with an oldie like me?" The teacher teased.

"Ayy, come on. You looked the same, since 5 years ago. Even Seokmin looks older than you" Seungkwan scoffed before getting into a debate with Seokmin. Wonwoo looks over to you, who has been eating your food silently, not engaging in any of their noisy banter.

"I heard Jisoo is teaching at the private school out of town?" He asked, gently seeking your attention. You just nodded, not sparing him any glances and he had to hold back a pout at your lack of interest in him.

It used to be so different, you would have given him your full attention before he even opened his mouth. But now, you wouldn't even spare him a glance.

"I'm heading back to class. I forgot to do the notes Ms. Jung told us last week. See you in class, Soonie" you retorted, standing up from your chair to leave.

"Didn't you finish the notes right after? You even let me copy it yesterday–" Soonyoung cuts himself off immediately upon seeing you throw him yet another dirty glare, stomping away immediately.

"Sorry, she's on her period. Mood swings" the boy chuckled, scratching at his nape sheepishly.

Wonwoo's eyes trailed your leaving form. Your shiny hair, the tight shirt that clung to your form, your skirt dancing in the slight breeze, your long legs, cute socks peeking from your shoes. 5 years of being away trying to move on has gone down the drain, at the mere sight of you, the beautiful you who is mad at him, the pretty you who owns his heart.

He can no longer deny it. He loves you. He's madly in love with you.

"Is it your mission to follow me around now?" You questioned, irritation obvious on your face as you eyed Wonwoo suspiciously. You were working part time at the local bookstore, the one the elderly couple owns. It was your favorite spot, the place has become your mini library since there's rarely any customers anyways. Wonwoo knew this place, he was the one who brought you here in the first place. So, it's not weird to see him hanging around you because to them, you guys have always been close since you were kids. And today, they left the store for you to handle in favor of going to visit their grandchildren who had just given birth.

"Because you're mad at me and you're avoiding me. I need to know why" he explained, eyes soft as he looked up at you from his sitting position on the bench in the back corner of the store.

"I'm working. You could have meet me sometime later"

"You won't meet me even if I try. So I had to come here"

He was right, you have been avoiding him except in class because there was no way to run and you needed the knowledge because you suck at Math. Other than that, you would have bolted somewhere else if you even saw just a tiny tuft of his fluffy hair poking somewhere.

"Tell me why you're mad?" He persuaded, right hand reaching out to curl around your smaller one.

"I don't know, ask yourself. You were the one who left without any notice. You could have told me and I would have waited for you. But then you decided to come back here, unnoticed. What am I supposed to do?" You grumbled, pulling your hand back, unable to stop your rambling as you focus your gaze on the books you need to stack.

Wonwoo stood up from the bench, towering over you, and you made yourself smaller, fitting your body in the corner, avoiding his stare.

"Have you ever thought that maybe because I'm a coward? That I might have fallen for you but I shouldn't do that because you're my brother's best friend and my best friend's sister" he says, leaning closer to you.

"So what if I am your brother's best friend? So what if I am your best friend's sister? Is there some kind of rule that says that people like that shouldn't date each other?" You countered, glaring up at him. Wonwoo was quite taken aback from what you said, so you continued.

"Plus, I'm not that naive enough to think that you'd like a kid like me. Now move, I have tons of books to stack by today" you pushed him aside to grab the books on the cart and began arranging them neatly on the shelf.

"What if I say you're my student? Someone I shouldn't have developed any feelings on. Someone I should have clear boundaries with?" He questioned.

"Then, why are you here Mr. Jeon? If you know you should have clear boundaries with me, you should have just ignored me instead of following me around like this," you challenged, turning around to look into his eyes again. It shocked Wonwoo to the core to see you so upfront like this. He forgot what he wanted to say when his eyes met the blaze in your orbs.

"If you need to know, you are a person to me first before you're a teacher to me. The person that I liked when I was 12. Now please go. I'm working, you're disturbing me" you sighed, pushing him backwards to stumble towards the door. Wonwoo was stunned, he didn't expect that you'd just confessed to him. That was his answer, you were mad because you liked him but he left you behind without any news.

"It's okay to be naive sometimes, Y/n-ah" he breathes, large hands grasping your wrist gently to stop you from pushing him away. You glared up at him again, a frown decorating your pretty face. You didn't say anything, but it's enough to know you're questioning his motives.

"It's okay to be naive, to think that I liked you. No, actually… I love you. I'm sorry for being a coward and running away," he confesses. Your frown deepens and it was obvious to him that you're not buying what he says.

"Stop playing with me, Mr Jeon. Is this some kind of hidden camera you planned with the guys?" You asked, looking around the store warily. He smiled at you, hands traveling up to cup your face before planting a soft kiss on your forehead.

"I'm not playing with you. I genuinely love you. My heart is about to burst out of my ribcage from nervousness, you know. You can listen and be the judge," he chuckled, pulling your smaller body into his arms, your head resting on his chest. It was true, his heartbeat was going frenzy. It feels warm, being in his embrace, surrounded by his scent. It makes you feel safe. You realized you miss this, you miss him. Slowly, you wrap your arms around him– clutching at the fabric of his cardigan.

"I don't know if I can trust you. You were the one who left me behind after all," you mumble into his chest, voice muffled by the fuzzy fabric. He chuckled, tightening the embrace.

"Let me make it up to you, okay?" He assured, kissing the crown of your hair affectionately. You let yourself be comforted by his warmth and steady breath. Loving how he feels around your figure, you nuzzle your face into his neck and let out a relieved exhale.

"Thank you for coming back," you whispered.

You were having a study sleepover with your besties at Wonwoo's house for the upcoming college entrance exam which will be held in 2 weeks.

It's already 2am and your friends are passed out on the couch and the carpet, leaving you alone still trying to answer one more question for the past hour. Wonwoo came back from his room with extra blankets and pillows to place over the scattered boys.

"It's late. You should rest and continue tomorrow," he says, kissing you on the cheeks. You pull back in surprise, afraid that your friends might see you but Wonwoo only smiles and kisses the tip of your nose.

"They're dead asleep, baby" he chuckles. You sighed, falling into his embrace, wrapping your arms around his neck. Your boyfriend tugs you closer to him until you're straddling his lap, wraps his arms around you securely, kissing your temple.

"You're working so hard. I'm so proud of you, baby. You didn't have to worry so much. You'll do just great. I believe in you" he assured, rocking you back and forth in a comforting manner. You hummed, loving the attention he showers you with.

"Let's get you to bed" he says, carrying you up to his bedroom. He took you to the attached bathroom first to let you do your nightly routine, before carrying you to bed and tucking you beneath the soft covers of his queen sized bed.

"Get some sleep, I'll sleep with the boys outside. Just call or come outside if you need me, okay?" He whispers, kissing your forehead and brushing your hair out of your face lovingly.

"Won't you cuddle me first?" You pouted as he moved to leave already.

"Don't act cute like that baby. I'm trying my best to be nice here" he grunted but relents when you bat your eyelashes at him. He slides under the cover with you, immediately tangling himself with you. An arm sliding under your head, another pulling you close by the waist. Your hazel orbs are shimmery from the moonlight that peeks through the curtain and he couldn't stop himself from leaning into you.

He places a soft peck onto your plush lips as if to test the waters. Diving right in when you close your eyes and lean into the kiss. The hand that was on your waist cupped your jaw to tilt your head so he could kiss you better, your lips meshing together in a passionate liplock. You pulled away to gasp for air and he chased you back, capturing your plush pillowy lips in a kiss because he couldn't get enough of you. He's addicted to your taste.

It wasn't long before he pushed you to lay on your back and hover over your small body, forearms bracketing your head. Your arms curling around his neck, nimble fingers playing with the hair on his nape. Your hearts are beating erratically in your chests, excitement thrilling through your veins making you feel as if time stopped and it's only you and him in this world. You love the feeling of being smothered in his scent, overloading your senses. You love the feeling of Wonwoo on top of you.

When Wonwoo pulled away, it's you who chased his soft lips this time. He smiled, resting his forehead on top of yours, breath heavy. You could see it in his beautiful obsidian, the way he looks at you with so much love in them. He doesn't need to spell it to you, because his eyes are already screaming 'I love you, Y/n'. It makes you overwhelmed, that tears start prickling at your waterlines. You pulled him down, flushed against you to hide your face in the crook of his neck.

"I love you"

...

"So, when do we stop acting like we're oblivious about how they're head over heels for each other?" Seungkwan scoffed under his breath, munching at the slightly burnt toast that you made (only because he absolutely loves you) giving his best bombastic side-eye at the two of you being giggly while cooking breakfast like a bunch of teenagers. The three of them are bunched together at the kitchen island, watching the couple being lovey-dovey in front of them.

"I'm actually hurt that they don't trust us enough to tell us the truth," Soonyoung commented, lathering more chocolate spread on his toast.

"I think they have their reasons. You know how timid my brother could be. Plus his position right now has so many disadvantages to him. It could ruin him" Seokmin added.

"Did you think Y/n could ruin him? Are you serious?" Seungkwan was about to throw hands when Seokmin looked at him, eyes serious.

"Not Y/n. Jisoo-hyung. You know how strict Jisoo-hyung could be"

The two went silent. Agreeing with what Seokmin said.

…

"Are you dating Y/n, hyung?" Seokmin asked as Wonwoo drove him from his apartment. He could see his brother froze for a while, knuckles gripping the steering wheel tightly.

"I could see how you look at her with hearts in your eyes, hyung. And she's not any different either" the younger added. He saw Wonwoo hesitated in the corner of his eyes and sighed.

"You know I'm fully on your side, right? I saw the way you looked at her with such adoration from the first time we met her. You've been in love with her for quite a while, right?"

"Seokmin-ah… I…" Wonwoo trailed, unsure how to continue his sentence, biting his lip in anxiousness. Seeing this, Seokmin sighed.

“Hyung, do you know how long I’ve been gatekeeping Y/n for you? Not just me though, both Seungkwan and Soonyoung did. Seungkwan literally chased away a guy who tried to confess to her. You don’t have to be scared, we knew that you’ve like each other since we were kids. And you don’t have to be scared about dating a student. We’ll protect you both until we graduate, only 3 months left. I just need you to trust us. Trust me. I’m on your side” Seokmin assured.

Wonwoo wasn’t able to say anything else after that. His tears kept flowing down his cheeks. He forgot how kind and caring his brother has been. He was honestly glad that at least he has Seokmin on his side in his ‘forbidden love tragedy’ with you.

“Thank you, Seokmin-ah. I really needed to hear that. I’ll see you at school tomorrow. Good luck for CSAT” Wonwoo thanked his brother after he safely parked in the driveway of their family home, wiping his tears with his sweater paws.

“Won’t you look at me or give me a hug though? Am I not your baby anymore?” the younger brother pouted, his arms wide opened for Wonwoo.

“Always my baby. Even until you’re 70” Wonwoo chuckled, pulling his brother towards him and ruffling his hair affectionately. Seokmin giggled happily, nuzzling his nose in his brother’s neck and he squeezed him a little bit tighter.

“Please remember that I am always on your side, hyung. I love you” Seokmin whispered.

The four of you finished CSAT, after struggling for so long, and finally has sometime to enjoy. The school will be holding a Christmas festival before the winter holiday started, so your friends prepared for a performance with Youngji included. They’re only a group of highschool seniors, but they managed to hype the crowd so much that it almost looked like its their concert.

“Y/N!! Come to the stage! Let’s dance!!” Seungkwan screamed from the stage. You laughed and only shook your head from your seat.

“Mr. Jeon! Join us!” Seokmin called, and Soonyoung immediately dragging the older man to the stage to dance with them. Wonwoo is surprisingly a good dancer, you never knew that and were impressed that he managed to keep up with the boys despite just seeing the choreography. He was smiling so shyly when the students cheer him on for a solo dance break.

Your eyes met his, and he blushed madly– tearing his gaze away. He complained that he’s too tired for hardcore dancing but continued to dance for them when the trio gave his their puppy eyes. Its cute, to see such scenes again after a long time of being apart and hiding beneath the student - teacher facade.

Wonwoo sang a song after that, it was a song that he and Seokmin frequently sing, a song you knew all too well– ‘It Must Have been Love’. The whole school went into uproar at the sound of his voice, it was so beautiful, fitting for a man as beautiful as him. It was deep but it’s also so soft that it touched your heart. Wonwoo’s fanclub is cheering madly, lining up at the front of the stage to get a closer look at the young teacher.

“Wow! Such a beautiful song and beautiful voice! Mr. Jeon, who hurt you that badly for you to sing this tearful song?” Mr. Yoon coos.

“Ah, no… I’m just singing it” Wonwoo answered timidly, a shy smile on his lips as he fleeted a glance towards where you were standing on the upper corridor of the school hall. He doesn’t notice it but his fangirls followed his gaze towards you and whispered amongst them.

“What a bad girl. Please be nice your boyfriend girlies, we have feelings too. Or else, all of us will end up heartbroken like Mr. Jeon here” Mr. Yoon tuts playfully, patting Wonwoo on the back. You on the other hand notices the glares his fangirls threw your way, but you pay them no mind. Your eyes met with Seungkwan, the latter just nodding along signalling you he got what you were thinking about.

It’s almost the end of school day when your instincts prove you right. You were dragged by a bunch of girls to the swimming pool– pushed to stand on the edge while the rest of them surrounded you. You knew why they deliberately chose to drag you here, out of all the places in the school, because this is the only place Wonwoo would not come into. The safest place to assault someone because of him, in the name of ‘protecting’ him. Plus, it’s winter right now and the pool is out of bounds for the students.

“Are you Mr. Jeon’s ex-girlfriend?” one of them asked. She was the supposed leader of the fanclub, a self-proclaimed fan of the Math teacher. You remained stoic, showing no emotions on your face.

“I knew you were childhood friends with his brother, Seokmin. but , you dared to flirt with him too? And even broke his heart? And now you’re dating his brother?” another voice condemned.

“What has all that information has anything to do with you guys?” you questioned, unbothered.

“Aren’t you being a bitch right now?! You hurt Mr. Jeon’s feelings and now you’re playing with his brother. You think we’ll let a girl like you get close with them? Who do you think you are?” the leader yelled.

“Damn girl, your voice,” you winces, glaring at her. You stood up straighter, raising one eyebrows in a challenging manner.

“Do you think Mr. Jeon would appreciate you harrassing his ‘ex’ like this behind his back? Do you actually think he’d thanked you guys for dealing with his ‘ex’ for him? At the place he fears the most? Stop being delusional” you scoffed.

“We don’t care what he thinks. We’re dealing with you here because you don’t deserve to be around them at all. Not a poor girl like you with no dad! Mr. Jeon and Seokmin are precious, someone as disgusting as you doesn’t deserve to hover around them. We’re protecting them!”

“You don’t care what he thinks and yet you say you’re protecting them? What a contradiction. How can you guys be so selfish? It’s embarrassing” you chuckled, sarcasm heavy in your tone.

“Who do you think you are, you rude bitch?!” the leader screamed in your face, tugging at the collar of your coat harshly.

“I’m his student, who actually cares about what he thinks unlike you guys” you spat, successfully irritating the girls more. You only managed to hear the door to the pool bursts open and a shout before you were thrown into the water, your heavy backpack and thick coat pulling you down even more. Shucking off your backpack to lessen the weight, then you tried to remove your heavy coat. But you realized you’ll be drowned even before you manage to unbutton the fabric.

“Seungkwan-ah!” you gasped, hanging off the edge of the pool. You noticed it was Mr. Yoon who was scolding the girls and no Wonwoo in sight.

“Gosh, what happened to you?” Seungkwan muttered angrily, hauling you out of the water like a fish caught. You panted, breathing heavily as you lay down on the edge, gulping as much air as you could.

“What happened here? This is a prohibited place during winter. Did the school not tell you that? You are seniors already,” Mr. Yoon scolded, looking between you and the groupies.

“I don’t have anything to say. I was dragged here without consent” you answered, trembling from the cold of the wet clothes. Soonyoung burst in through the door a second later, towels and your gym clothes in his hands.

“What happened? Seungkwan told me to bring you your gym clothes and towels here?” he rushed, panicked to see your state.

“Go change first, we’ll talk after that” Mr. Yoon ordered. Seungkwan pulled you up to stand on your feet, then helped you shrugged the heavy fabric off your shoulders– leaving you in your uniform. You trotted to the bathroom with spare clothes in hand.

“You’re lucky its close to graduation that these kind of things happened. Or else, I’m not sure what the principal will do with you. Y/n, go collect your things from the pool, the rest of you go straight home” Mr. Yoon sighed. You just nodded and walked away, fetching your stuff that the janitor had helped fished out of the pool. You thanked them, wished them a happy holiday and began dragging the wet stuff behind you.

You told Seungkwan and Soonyoung to go first since they had to run errands for their family and Seokmin has gone home with his brother. You’re glad that the brothers weren’t around when something like this happened, because to you, it’s embarrassing. To be bullied at this age, and because of something so ridiculous. You’re used to be mocked as poor girl without a dad, you can take it all and it wasn’t as bad before because Seungkwan and Soonyoung were always there to chase off anyone who dares to open their mouth to insult you. But now that Wonwoo is here, it became terribly worse, just because you have that ‘childhood friend’ connection with him.

You won’t tell him what happened today either, because you refused to make him worry and blame himself. Wonwoo doesn’t deserve that. So, when Wonwoo appeared in front of your door teary-eyed that night, you knew things are about to go down real bad.

“I’m in love with Y/n”

Jisoo, who had just came home that day for Christmas went silent. His smile fell and the air around them hangs heavy. Your mom was with them in the living room too, while you were out with your friends for Christmas shopping. Wonwoo, who was sitting on his knees kept his head low, eyes staring at his fists that were clenching the fabrics of his slacks tightly on his lap.

“What? I didn’t catch you” Jisoo questioned, trying to put a smile on his face again.

“I’m in love with Y/n. I’ve been dating her for almost 3 months. And, I know that I shouldn’t keep this from you because you are my best friend. I’m sorry, Jisoo” Wonwoo explained. A punch was thrown, and the younger guy ended up on the floor, clutching his bruised cheek.

“She’s a minor, you bastard! And your student! Are you crazy??? She’s my baby!” Jisoo yelled, throwing punches after punches until he ended up straddling Wonwoo’s torso and hit him continuously.

“Jisoo! Stop, you’re hurting him” his mom called out.

“I trusted you! And this is what you did to me? You’re sick! Going after my sister behind my back?!!” Jisoo yelled, still punching him– not caring about his mom's cries. His best friend laid there, just taking the hits given to him without any fights at all.

You ran back home after getting a call from your mother, saying your brother is livid and has been beating the living out of his best friend, with your best friends in tow. As soon as you opened the door, your heart broke at the sight of Wonwoo, bloodied and pliant under your brother who was still screaming at him and punching his face.

“JISOO! ENOUGH!” You screamed, pulling him back by his shoulder only for you to receive a punch on your face too, making you stumble back.

“Jisoo! What are you doing?! It’s your sister!” your mom screamed, rushing towards you to make sure you’re okay. You stood up quickly, pulling your brother off Wonwoo with all your might and threw him on the couch.

“Take Wonwoo away, Seokmin. Call an ambulance, make sure he’s okay” you say before Jisoo yanks your hair harshly.

“YOU’RE SIDING WITH HIM?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” he yelled in your face.

“I should be the one to ask that! What’s wrong with you? He’s your best friend” you shouted back, trying to get him to release you.

“I have no best friend who’s a sicko like him! And you shouldn’t be around someone like that!” he exclaimed, throwing you away harshly until your side hits the coffee table.

“I’m turning 18 in 2 weeks! I can do what I wish. You have no control over me” you argued, only to earn you a harsh slap to your left cheek, making you fall to the floor, your lips cracking from the impact. You wince in pain, but the stinging in your scalp is back when your hair is pulled harshly again, to make you look at your brother. His eyes are crazy right now, it scares you to the core. Your mom froze on her spot to see his son beating up his sister for being in a relationship with his best friend but at this point, she wasn’t so sure what was the reason behind this fight anymore.

She looked to her right, to your three best friends, who was busy tending to Wonwoo, while waiting for the ambulance to arrive. Her eyes made contact with Soonyoung, who came up to her and pulled her into an embrace.

You didn’t realize how long had you been fighting with your brother, you feel lightheaded after bumping your head on the drawer when you’re struggling with Jisoo who went insane.

“I SENT YOU TO SCHOOL FOR YOU TO STUDY! NOT FOR YOU TO FLIRT WITH THIS MOTHERFUCKER! HOW MANY MORE BEATINGS SHOULD I GIVE YOU FOR YOU TO GET THAT IN YOUR STUPID BRAIN?!” another punch to your right cheek this time, before the weight on your body is pulled off of you.

Jisoo is being pulled away by police officers from what you could see with your blurry vision, Wonwoo being taken away into an ambulance with Seokmin following him. You saw Soonyoung who was patting your mom on the back to calm her crying, then you saw the phone clutched tightly in her hand. You heard Seungkwan calling for you from your side but your eyes locked with your mom's.

“I’m sorry, mom” you breathed before your vision turned black.

…

You opened your eyes three days later, in a hospital with only your mom with you. She looked sad and stressed. Her eyes are tired, there are bags under them. She told you that Seokmin, Seungkwan and Soonyoung had testified against Jisoo, for assaulting them and the judges are waiting for you to release his verdict.

“Are you sure you want to do this, mom? He’s your son” you say quietly, toying with your food. Your mom stayed silent, folding the towels and clothes into the cabinet as she tidied up your space.

“We can drop the charges and let him free, if you want. I mean, being in the prison must be hard for him–”

“And what? Let him hurt you again? He may be my son, but you are my daughter too. He went on about Wonwoo betraying his trust but he betrayed mine too! He hurt you behind my back. No, actually, this is my fault for always absent. For not being there for you, I was afraid that we wouldn’t get enough to eat to abandon your safety. You must have been so scared, my baby” your mother broke down. Her hands clutching at your shoulders tightly.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you cry…”

“Let’s get you to testify, okay? He deserves a punishment” your mom sobbed, and you only nodded.

When she learned how long you had been beaten by Jisoo, your mother broke down.

At the age of eleven, you had to face your brother's wrath even though it was never your fault to begin with. You had shielded your friends from Jisoo's assault when they accidentally knocked over a plate one day when they came over. It started light, with just a cane but Jisoo eventually lost his control seeing how well you took the beatings.

Seungkwan had begged you to tell your mom and asked for help, but you refused because you solely believed that might hurt Jisoo. You believed that Jisoo had become like this because he's been exhausted and overworked since you came to live with them. So the only way to help him is to let him punish you.

But what you didn't know is that he became addicted with that power he had over you. He had someone he can lash out to when something goes wrong.

"He told me it was for my own good, it was my punishment for being naughty. So, I gladly accepted it and kept quiet," you said silently, not looking the police officer in the eyes. Your mother felt like her heart had been ripped out of her chest, punching the air out of her lungs.

"What's the worst injury he inflicted on you?" The officer asked, jotting down on his notebook.

"I broke my arm once when I tried to cover myself. Twisted my ankle when he pushed me down two flights of stairs and hit my head on the dresser a couple times" you tried not to look at your mom, when she let out a shuddering breath, she was seated on the chair next to your bed, trying to hold back her tears from falling.

The police officer turned towards your mother with a grim expression coloring his face. You knew it wouldn't be good news, Jisoo might be prisoned for more than a year, if you're well averse about the law. The two adults walked out of the room, to talk amongst themselves and you found yourself reaching for your phone on the side table.

There was a text from Seokmin, saying he's there too in the hospital with Wonwoo but his parents won't let him see you due to the situation with Jisoo.

'But, they're not here now,' was all it took for you to make a mad dash towards the upper floors where Wonwoo's ward was located. You got a stern scolding from the nurse to be careful which you only apologized sheepishly and continued your journey.

You saw Seokmin standing in front of a door to a ward room, scrolling down at his phone, with a worried look on his face.

"Seokmin," you called out weakly, feeling your muscles burn from your sudden spree. He saw you and quickly rushed towards you to pull you into his embrace. Seokmin was crying, apologizing for not coming to you quickly.

"It's fine. There's nothing you can do. Your parents must have their reasons to not let me see you anymore" you say but he shook his head, pulling away to look at you with teary eyes and a pout on his pretty face.

"You know you'll always be my best friend right? I'll find a way to go see you after this, so don't be sad, okay? I'll bring Wonu too" he sobbed, unable to stop the tears streaming down his cheeks. He said that, but he's crying harder than you are. But, only because Seokmin is such a pure soul who is so sensitive about everything, and tends to cry easily, especially at other people's misery.

You followed the boy into the ward room to check on his brother, and your heart broke yet again at the sight of your boyfriend. His beautiful face was littered with red and purple bruises everywhere, lips cracked at the sides, cuts on his forehead and the underside of his brow.

"I'm sorry that I let this happen to you," you croaked, gently caressing his face with your knuckles. Wonwoo stirred in his sleep, brows furrowing. You reached for something in the pocket of your coat, something that you stuffed there in a rush to get home from shopping the other day.

It was a box of a silver bracelet that you bought for him. It wasn't really expensive, but you still worked your ass off for it. It was a simple silver bracelet, with a diamond shaped piece with his name and a cute cat as charms.

You put it on him, loving the way it dangles around his left wrist prettily. Seokmin was guarding the door, constantly checking his phone in case his parents decided to come back.

"I have to go now. I'll come back to you again, when the time is right, I promise. I love you so much" you sobbed, kissing the crown of his hair and forehead. Seokmin, who heard what you said, turned his head towards you so quickly he almost gave himself a whiplash, eyes widening in terror.

"What… What are you saying? You're talking like you want to go somewhere far. Like you won't see us again. What are you planning?!" He urged, panic lacing in his voice. He grabbed your arms, squeezing them tightly without meaning to and only stopped when you wince in pain.

"What are you planning? Don't go, don't go anywhere. You know none of this was your fault right? You couldn't have guessed he would do that to my brother, to his best friend! You did everything you could, Y/n, don't go" Seokmin pleaded, fat droplets of tears rolling down his face again. He's hiccuping now, from how bad he's sobbing, shaking your smaller form to listen to him.

You don't say anything, only smiling sadly at him which made him break down even more. You pulled him into a hug, rubbing circles on his back as he sobbed.

"I'm sorry, Seokmin. Please tell Seungkwan and Soonyoung too. I love you guys so much. Thank you for being my friends" you choked, voice breaking at the end.

Just like that, you disappeared from their life.

10 years later.

You arrived at the lobby for the engagement party that will be held on the garden rooftop of the hotel. Nervously, you stood in front of the large mirror to check your outfit and makeup. You were wearing a long, backless, black satin slip dress with cowl neck, and spaghetti straps. There's a slit up to your thigh, and you wore a pair of black pumps to match the dress, and a small clutch bag in your hand.

You haven't attended an engagement party in a while, much less one of your closest friends is the host so you're very nervous. You took a very long time to choose the outfit, until you thought black is the safest option, so you went with it.

Glancing at the mirror one last time, you sighed heavily before making way towards the elevator. It was early spring, still a bit chilly but the weather was so nice and the flowers started to bloom already, decorating the glass hall with beautiful colors.

Pushing open the heavy set of doors, your eyes met with the ones you haven't met in 10 years, one of your best friends, Seungkwan.

“You bitch, is that really you Hong Y/n?!” He screamed, gaining the attention of the small crowd who was already there. You cowered, not liking the attention, pressing your pointer finger on your lips to shut him up.

“Did you know how long I've been trying to find you?! You didn't even tell me you're leaving, you nasty piece of shit and now you're suddenly back?! How dare you, you bastard–” Seungkwan cursed before he practically bawled his eyes out right then and there.

“Seungkwan-ah, no! Not now, please, I'm sorry” you begged, pulling him into your arms trying to hold back your tears. You know you will cry tonight, the only reason you're putting on absolutely waterproof makeup tonight, but you still try not to cry, at least not this early into the party.

“I miss you, you piece of shit. How are you alive without me? Who reminded you to take all those vitamins if it's not me?! At least you're looking so snatched so I'm not gonna be ashamed to admit you as my best friend” He grumbled, pulling away to look at your face as fat tears still rolled down his eyes.

“It's you, I was reminded of your voice nagging me all the time, if I dared to skip my vitamins. Thank you for keeping me alive, even from far away” you laughed, wiping his tears with your thumbs. He rolled his eyes at you, while muttering a small “of course”.

“Come on, Soonyoung's with the DJ. He needs to see you” he said, tangling your arms together and navigating you through the hall to go meet Soonyoung. But, you bumped into someone you missed so dearly on the way there. The reason why you left South Korea in the first place to study abroad.

“Wonwoo-hyung! Y/nie is back! See!” Seungkwan chirped excitedly. Wonwoo was frozen in his spot, eyes wide open as saucers. He still looked dashing as always, in his black suit with black tie, hair slicked black neatly with black horn-rimmed glasses decorating his handsome face. His obsidian jewel met yours, there's flashes of emotions in them and you could even see them turned glassy before someone interrupted your moment.

“Wonu, who's this?” Someone asked, it was a woman's voice and you barely managed to hold your glare before turning towards the voice. She was standing close to Wonwoo's side, looking up at him before turning towards you, giving you once over.

“It's my best friend, Y/nie. Y/n, this is Yul-noona. Wonwoo-hyung’s… er…” Seungkwan trailed, looking everywhere until the lady connected the sentence.

“Future fiancée. I'm his future fiancée” she answered, holding out her hand for you to shake. A smile curls on her lips. You could see Wonwoo's jaw tightened, the look in his eyes hardened, like he didn't want to be there, as if he wished the ground would just open up and swallow him.

“I'm Hong Y/n. The old friend. Nice to meet you” you smiled, it was fake, but still a smile– shaking her hand. You swore you could see the hurt in the older man's eyes when you introduced yourself as the old friend, nothing more than that. She couldn't see this, but you know Wonwoo's hinting something towards you, he's letting you see the emotions in his eyes but there's nothing you can do.

Of course, you expected this. No one is willing to wait for someone that long. People are bound to get tired at some point. It wasn't Wonwoo's fault that he found someone to replace you. In fact, you dated some guys too, when you're trying to move on from him. But you broke it all off because it wasn't fair for them. But still, it still hurts like a bitch to see him with a woman that's not you. Wonwoo is making plans to have a family with a woman that's not you, and you couldn't do anything about it.

You excused yourself with Seungkwan in search of Soonyoung, and you could see the latter was babbling nonsense at the DJ who looked so done before the party even started. You laughed.

“Kwon Soonyoung!” Seungkwan called out, pointing towards you as soon as the said male turned towards him. Soonyoung visibly gasped, before jumping off the stage to make a dash towards you. He practically swept you off your feet as he twirled you around before embracing you in a tight hug.

“I miss you!! How the hell did you end up here, not that that matters because I'm so happy to see you again but how the hell?!!” he cried, pulling away, squishing your cheeks with both of his hands.

“I met her at a conference 2 years ago and have been in contact since then. So I invited her today,” a voice answered from behind Soonyoung. It was the soon-to-be groom himself, Seokmin.

“Minie~” you coo, moving to give him a hug too which he gladly accepted with tiny jumps.

“WHAT THE FUCK?! 2 YEARS?? AND YOU DIDN'T THINK TO TELL US?!” Seungkwan barked, pulling you away from Seokmin to nag at him, eyes blazing with betrayal.

“DID YOU NOT TRUST US TOO JUST LIKE HOW Y/NIE AND WONWOO-HYUNG KEPT THEIR RELATIONSHIP A SECRET FROM US 10 YEARS AGO?!” Soonyoung added. You flinched from their loud voices, and you could feel all eyes looking at you, including Wonwoo and Yul’s.

“Let's not do this here, I was just respecting Y/n’s decision. She wasn't ready to come back so I wanted to give her time” Seokmin reasoned. The two calmed down almost immediately, frown disappearing as they looked over your form and crowd over you to pull you into a hug.

The rest of the party went smoothly, it was fun. As it turns out, Seokmin's fiancée was your roommate back in college. She went back to Korea as soon as you graduated and you haven't had the chance to reconnect with her until now. You were really happy for them, because they really suit each other, and are so sickeningly in love. What a small world.

You were just sitting at your table, watching the couple dance to the slow beat of the song, while your other two rowdy friends were going around practically everywhere, hyping up the crowd.

“Can I sit next to you?” A voice asked and you just agreed without thinking, only to see that it was Wonwoo. You froze.

“They're still rowdy as always, aren't they?” He chuckled, trying to make a conversation with you. You just smiled and nodded.

“How are you doing? I haven't seen you in so long” he inquired, slowly swirling the glass of red wine in his hand.

“I'm fine. Just alive and breathing,” you say with a sigh. You couldn't understand why it hurts to talk to him again. Maybe because your heart still yearns for him but he doesn't reciprocate that.

You were the one who left him– your mind supplies helpfully.

“How are you?” You asked, wouldn't want to seem rude and uncaring. He was silent for a while before letting out a rather heavy exhale.

“To be honest, when you left, I wasn't myself. I went insane. I went crazy, I was mad. I cried every single day. I can't accept the fact that you left me. But then I remembered I was the one who left first. I remember Seokmin telling me how sad and heartbroken you were. Even at that time, it must have been very heartbreaking for you too, wasn't it?” Wonwoo said, his voice was soft and soothing and you missed it so bad. You were silent, so he continued.

“I'm sorry that I didn't notice you were in pain. I'm sorry that you had to go through all those painful moments alone. You were so small, but you're so strong at the same time. Seokmin told me that you protected me with your body that day too. Thank you, for being so brave, Y/n” he added, his voice faltering, dark eyes glimmering with unshed tears under the lights. He reached out to give your hand a squeeze, and immediately, droplets of tears fell on his knuckles when you looked down to see how easily he covered your smaller hand in his bigger ones.

Wonwoo almost wants to pull you towards him and give you kisses until you calmed down. You were whimpering sadly, like you're in pain but he had to settle with just squeezing your tiny hands for comfort.

“I'm going to the toilet, please excuse me” you stood up abruptly from your seat to leave the hall in search of a washroom. You left your clutch bag on the table so Wonwoo took it to bring it to you.

–

“Why are you doing this?! She's your sister!”

“It's not about my sister. It's about you! Stop dragging her into this!”

“What about me? Why can't you understand that I don't want him? I love you! And I know you do too,”

“No! Why are you settling for someone like me?! Wonwoo is a good guy, he can take good care of you, you two can be happy together–”

“We can't! We've tried this for almost a year, Jisoo. It won't work. Our hearts won't let us be together. I don't want him and he doesn't want me too. He loves someone else and you know that too!”

You froze when you heard Jisoo's name. You turned around to see Wonwoo behind you with your clutch in his hand. He had a sullen expression on his face. You turned back to confront the arguing pair, your eyes widened when you saw your brother.

“Y/n why– how are you here?” Jisoo stuttered, his eyes not believing what he saw in front of him.

“Why?” You asked., trying your hardest to stay calm despite your almost leaping out of your chest.

“Why what? What are you saying?” He questioned.

“Why did you say ‘why are you settling for someone like me’? What's wrong with you?” You retorted fist clenching at your sides to hide the fact that you're still shaking at the sight of your brother.

“Everything is wrong with me! You out of all people should know that. You didn't remember what I did to you? To your friends? To my best friend?” He asked.

“Mom told me you've been reflecting on yourself, going on therapies and you've been doing so well. So what's with you degrading yourself like this?” You gritted out. Jisoo was taken aback that you've been keeping up with him through your mom. He didn't think you'd care about him anymore after what he did to you. He thought you'd hate him.

“I don't deserve to be loved anymore after what I did to my baby sister, Y/n” he croaked, trying to hold back his tears.

“Who said that? These people know you're trying, I know. So what else matters?”

“Y/n…” Jisoo called, taking a step towards you which you responded by jumping back involuntarily, startled.

“You're still afraid of me,” he frowned.

“I- I do. But it doesn't mean that I hate you. I don't. And you're still my only brother. But give me some time to be able to be near you again. So don't do that, don't push the people who love you away. You've suffered enough” you rushed to answer. Jisoo's frown melted into a soft smile. His hand reached out to hold Yul’s, squeezing it softly.

“Do you still love him?” Jisoo asked you. You were silent for a bit and you could hear a breath hitched from behind you.

“I do. Even after all these years, all these mess and pains. I still love him very much. Even if I tried dating other guys, I only ended up breaking their hearts because I couldn't let him go. Even if he doesn't love me anymore, I still do” you breathed, the tears that had stopped a while ago coming back, wetting your cheeks.

Your brother stared at the person behind you, a soft and apologetic smile pursed on his face.

“You have your answer,” he said. Immediately, that person is intertwining his fingers with yours, tugging you along with him to who knows where. You arrived at the parking lot, and before you could comprehend anything, Wonwoo is shoving a helmet on your head, buckling it securely. He then zipped up a leather jacket around you that he stored under the seat of his big motorbike.

“Hop on,” he called out, staring at you with shiny and hopeful eyes but you're not entirely sure if your dress tonight is made for bike riding but who cares about that when you have gleaming kitten eyes in front of you.

Wonwoo made you wrap your arms around him securely after you finished tucking your skirt so the fabrics won't get caught in the rims.

“What the fuck!! Wonwoo, too fast!” You screamed as he zoomed away through the night, passing buildings and trees. You're not sure where he's taking you but you just got to trust him. You ended up in another parking lot, this time it was in an apartment complex.

It was somewhat familiar, maybe you have been here before but you’re not remembering it clearly. But then it came back to you in slow motions, as Wonwoo guided you through the hallway towards his apartment. He let you in as you took hesitant steps, removing your heels at the doorway as he shuffled inside, turning on the lights to illuminate the dark apartment. It was just as you remember, the change being he has more shelves now and there’s cat towers, box houses and playpens.

“I’m home,” he said and a bunch of furry little kids, three to be exact– surround him in an instant. They were all black. He immediately took a seat in the middle of the living room to let those kids hover around him, asking for attention. A curious little one sneaked on you, sniffing at your legs who was still standing awkwardly at the doorway. A thought appeared in your head and you looked at Wonwoo who only smiled as if he understood what you were thinking.

“Are they Mong’s family?” you asked, remembering the black cat that you picked up from the street on your way home from school back then.

“Yeah. One of them was her child. The other two, I adopted them 3 years ago,” he explained. You looked around, for a sign of Mong, thinking she might be sleeping or hiding as she’s a senior already.

“Mong had passed. Last week. She had missed you terribly ever since you left, barely survived when she was delivering, only one of her litters survived, who are looking at you right now. We stayed together comforting each other these whole time but I think she needed to rest now. I kept her ash after cremation in case you’d want to see her when you came back,” he says, standing up to take your hand and tug you towards the glass shelf next to his TV. he showed you the small urn that kept your beloved pet’s ashes and the small memorial space he made for her.

“I’m sorry I was so late…” you croaked, choking up on your tears again.

“Since when have you become such a cry baby? My Y/n was very brave back then” he chuckled, teasing you as he pulled you into his warm embrace. You love the way he called you as ‘his’, your heart fluttering in your chest. Inhaling his musky scent, you let your head rest on his broad shoulder.

“It’s you. For me, it’s still you. The one for me, it’s still you. It has never changed, after all these time, no matter how far apart we are, for me it’s still you. Even when you weren’t here with me, the way I live resemble you. I was able to be brave because you taught me to, and that I knew you’ll come back, eventually. I won’t let you go anymore, not anymore, ever. I love you, Y/n. i love you very, very much. Will you please be mine again?”

He was hugging you so closely to his chest, letting you hear his frenzied heartbeat, large hands at the small of your back and one your nape. You were silent because you’re basking in his warmth but he mistook it for disagreement so he pulled away, to look at you, panic in his eyes.

“I’m sorry for proposing like this, I promise I’ll buy you rings, I’ll buy you a house, a car if that’s what you want, anything, can you please let me be yours again? I promise I’ll bring you a ring next time, tomorrow even! Please be mine–” he rambled, eyes looking everywhere until you squish his cheeks with your hands. His eyes blinked in confusion.

“Nonu, calm down!” you laughed softly at his panicked state, your eyes crinkling. Thumbs gently caressing his handsome face as you stared at him. Wonwoo calmed down when he saw the look in your eyes.

He realized you weren’t planning to go anywhere anymore, that you're right there, in front of him, ready to listen to whatever he has to say. Not moving even an inch away from his hold. You're there, with him, at last.

The dam to his waterlines broke, clear droplets streaming down like waterfalls. The relief washing his form to know that you're finally there, in his arms is beyond his imagination. He couldn't utter how happy he is at the moment, how grateful he felt.

“It's still you” he choked out, pulling you flush against him, face hiding in the crook of your neck. Hands resting on your hips, he let out shuddered breaths, before wrapping his arms tighter around your torso, engulfing you fully in his warmth. You curled your own set of arms around his neck, fingers playing with his hair on his nape while your other hand patted his back comfortingly.

“It's still you for me too. I love you, Wonu. I'm all yours. Has always been and will always be,” you whispered into his ears. He pulled away again to stare at you, your eyes twinkling under the dim lighting of his living room. You wipe away his tears with your thumb, cooing at how cute he looked, like a lost kitten and he pouted, before a smile crawling across his features again. He nuzzled his nose with yours, slowly leaning and capturing your lips in a soft kiss, sealing the vow of love you shared.

He misses this, misses your touch and your lingering scent floating around him, burning his skin. Before he could deepen the kiss, you pulled away in a hurry, scrambling to find your clutch bag that you've forgotten.

“What's wrong?” He asked, tone heavy with concern as he eyes your form crouching down on the floor to pull something out of the bag. His eyes widened when he saw a black velvet box with matching rings in it. The design was simple and elegant but he could tell how much thought you put into it. To say he was impressed was an understatement, because it was beyond that. You never fail to amaze him.

“I did say I'll come back to you again when the time is right. So, I've been preparing these for almost a year and got this custom made to our sizes and designed it according to our preference. But you were planning to get engaged with someone else?! I almost threw it in your face!” you say before ended up grumbling cutely at him, a pout on your lips.

He laughed at you, no wonder you were trying so hard not to glare at Yul when she came to him earlier. Instead of being disappointed, you were actually mad that someone tried to take him away from you. This side of you has always been amusing to him.

“Why are you laughing? Did you not see how close she was standing next to you? Are you sure you deserve this? Or, I will return it to the store later–”

“We love each other right? We just sealed our vows with a kiss. Am I not the rightful lover of yours? I wanna be yours, so you should put a mark on me so that today's incident won't happen again. If it did, you can just give them your hardest glare, babe. You looked so hot earlier,” he snickered, arms coiling around your waist.

“Are you playing with me right now?” You eyed him suspiciously. He grinned lopsidedly, before shaking his head, then planting kisses all over your face.

“I'm all yours, baby. But, I'll buy us our rings next time. I can't let my baby be my provider even though I know you're more than able to afford it now. But, give me my chance to pamper you like a spoilt princess you deserve to be” he coos. You finally laugh, finding it ridiculous how you're all tears earlier and all of sudden, bickering like you used to be out of jealousy and adoration. He smiles when you slide the ring onto his ring finger and he does the same to you, ending it with a kiss to your ring finger.

You kissed again, passionately this time, with a promise to stay together through life, never running away from each other again. Promising to still be each other's lover until the end of time.

-Fin-

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Ooo if you’re still looking for request ideas, I have one!!

Can I please request a Carmy x fem!single Mom!reader where Y/n is new to Chicago and is looking for somewhere to eat with her two year old daughter, and she finds The Beef/The Bear. She’s super exhausted and has her hands full, and also trying to order when her daughter runs into the kitchen before Y/n can grab her, Y/n running back to get her but Carmy gets to her daughter first and picks her up. Y/n would be sooo mortified and apologizing so much, but Carmen is super sweet and comps her meal (much to her surprise) and the staff are super sweet with her daughter 🤧

Y/n frequently visiting the restaurant after that to eat and also see her fav, most adorable (hot) chef 🥹

haley baby | carmen berzatto

thanks for requesting this! - not proofread - nav post - cw: mom/fem!reader, single!mom!reader

Being a single mother, you were used to the chaos that mornings brought. Being a single mom in a completely unfamiliar town was a new ballpark.

Your daughter, Haley, was in that stage of being picky with what she likes. Her favorite thing was French fries, and you happened to find (thanks to a quick online search) a spot with the “best fries in Chicago”, according to one review.

Well, dianeivans392, you would have to be the judge of that statement.

Haley had also been in the stage of running ahead of you. Baby pink sneakers stepping against the pavement as you jogged behind her, you guided her inside the sandwich shop. “You gotta stay by mama, okay?” You ask softly before you place in the order.

You should have known once you started paying your daughter would have taken the opportunity to run into the back. Letting out a small yelp, you hurriedly put your items back into your purse, prepared to be yelled at by whoever’s back there.

Instead, less then a minute later, a man comes out with Haley in his arms. She seems infatuated by him, watching his every movement. You don't blame her. Part of you wants to be worried because some random man has your child in his arms.

The other part of you, the part that swears his eyes are having a secret conversation with yours, tells that first part to pipe down.

"I'm so sorry about her, she's been in this phase of running and all the books say to just let her explore but they don't account for dangerous environments for a child, and I looked away for one second and-" your apologetic ramble was cut short by the man smiling. "It's okay. I don't mind, really." He hands Haley back over to you, holding his hand out. "I'm Carmen."

You shake his hand before focusing on your daughter, pushing some of her light blonde curls out of her face. "I'm Y/N." You're cautious. "Thanks for grabbing her." You say with a nod, and he smiles. “No worries. She seems fun.” He comments.

You laugh. “That doesn’t begin to describe her.” You comment, remembering the food you’re meant to pay for. You grab out your card, about to hand it to the guy behind the counter before Carmen clears his throat. He steps behind the counter, whispering something in the cashier’s ear. Hitting a few buttons on the register, the cashier gives you a smile as Carmen walks to the back. “Your food will be out soon.”

You stare at him, about to question what happened until the blue eyed .. stranger, guardian angel, whatever he seems to be, returns. A bag in hand, two boxes of fries in hand. “For you, m’lady.”

You look at the bag, shaking your head. “I can’t accept these for free, Carmen-”

“You are. I’m not offering, I’m telling you. Take them.” He insists. And you aren’t going to argue when he looks at you with this desperation in his eyes.

You thank him again and take the bag, adjusting your daughter on your hip.

──

From then on, you were one of the regulars. You’d let the other staff come and say hi to your daughter, even growing close with Natalie, Carmen’s sister, who fell in love with your daughter.

You celebrated a lot with them. Haley’s third birthday, they were in attendance. They were there when you got a promotion at work, when you needed someone’s shoulder to cry on.

Not to mention, you and Carmen were undeniably flirting with each other everytime you spoke. It wasn’t a shock when he asked you on a date - a date that consisted of him cooking for you in your apartment while Haley slept in her bedroom.

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Birthday | A.W.

summary: it’s your birthday, so of course aaron and your daughter have to go all out.

pairing: dad!Aaron Warner x mom!reader

includes: MAJOR FLUFF, suggestiveness toward the end, that’s pretty much it

a/n: warner is actually the loml. like i always like the blonde men (with the exception of a couple of brunettes and dark haired men 😝)

Every year, both you and Warner went all out for your birthdays. You knew of his past and he knew of yours; This meant that all future birthdays had to be ten times better than the last. However, there has been one factor that prevented some birthday festivities. For the last five years, both your birthdays have been spent with your daughter. She kept your days busy, but still enough to have dinner and cake during important days.

But given both your pasts, you and Warner chose to cherish your daughter’s birthday far better than your own childhood birthdays. For her birthdays, Warner would wake up every morning to make chocolate chip pancakes whilst you made beautiful paper crowns for her when she woke up. It became a tradition for your family to do so, but your daughter adored the day more than you and Aaron ever did.

It wasn’t until your current birthday that Warner and Lana decided to turn the tables and celebrate your birthday with such traditions.

“Baby, we have to be quiet.” Warner pressed a kiss to his daughter’s cheek, letting her add the chocolate chips to the batter. Snagging a piece himself, he let the candy melt in his mouth as his daughter munched on the chocolate. “You don’t want mommy to wake up before we can surprise her, do you?”

She gasped with a hand reaching out like it was the worst news she ever received. “Daddy no!”

He chuckled at Lana before helping her down the counter, giving her a small twirl and taking the bag away. He watched her take quiet steps toward the breakfast nook to finish up her birthday card and crown for you, freezing when she heard feet pattering against the floor.

“That’s just Honey, you can move, baby.” Warner glanced over his shoulder at his daughter while petting the golden retriever’s fur; Clicking his tongue when she tried to bite the chocolate. “You’ll get sick, Honey Bee.”

“Daddy, I need string.” Lana called out to her father, admiring her handiwork. She adorned the paper crown with stickers, jewels, and dried out flowers, creating a charming design that would soon be bestowed atop your head.

Warner adjusted the stove’s heat as he poured a fresh batch of pancakes onto the pan, guiding their dog to follow toward the other side of the kitchen, away from the chocolate and cooking batter. Pulling the designated junk drawer open, he found multiple colors of yarn that were used for this particular reason.

“What color yarn do you want to use, Lana?” He held two different colored yarn balls up, knowing both were your favorites and you wouldn’t care which was chosen.

She looked between the two and back at her crown before tapping her nose in revelation. “The pink one.”

He tilted his head in a dopey manner at his daughter’s action, knowing you would do such a thing when you figured something out. Warner balled the remaining yarn together and tossed it in the air. “Catch, sweet girl.”

Lana caught the yarn and giggled when the fuzz hit her cheek, her blonde hair partially covering the view. “Thank you!”

Warner let a soft smile take over as he went back to the stove, letting Honey run out the kitchen and back to the rest of the house. He loved the family you and he created. He loved that he was able to make up for all his misguided actions for his own family. And he especially loved moments — such as these — that remind him that he’s exactly where he needs to be:

In the loving home of his doting family.

“Aaron?” You mumble sleepily, arm patting around his side of the bed. Typically, you were up bright and early to make breakfast and check in on Honey, but it seemed as if you were up late with the disappearance of your husband. It was unusual for Warner to be out of bed before you were up. More so when you knew you were given many kisses on the morning of your birthday. So when you found that he was gone, it only left you frowning with the question of ‘why?’

Sitting up, you glanced at the clock before looking back at your bed. It was only six in the morning and Aaron was already up and gone. You were sure he would leave a note, but you found none in the area. Pursing your lips, you tug on your silk robe and shuffle out your bedroom. Across the hall, your daughter’s bedroom door was wide open. Your mind started to wander. What the hell did those two have planned today?

However, all thoughts stopped when your golden retriever ran up the stairs and started pawing at your legs. You creased your brows at the action, taking her paws in your hands. “What’s gotten you all riled up, Honey?” She barked up at you, making you frown again. “Let’s go outside then, okay? I don’t know if Lana and daddy are still sleeping somewhere.”

She nudged your knee with her nose as she followed you down the steps. The morning had gotten more unusual at each passing second. And with your family missing from their rooms, you didn’t know what to expect for the rest of the day. Honey kept shooting looks back at you and the hallway toward the kitchens, continuously pushing the back of your legs toward said kitchen.

“Honey Bee, what’s wrong?” You stop all movements and kneel in front of her. Sadly, you had stopped right before the kitchen. She whines, licking your hand as if she was asking you to keep moving. You rubbed her head in confusion and worry, “We’re almost outside, it’s okay.”

Barking again, she runs out of your arms and into the kitchen with loud stomps across the tiles. You sigh as you stand and dust the invisible dust off. This was not going the way you expected your birthday to start. Taking a step into the kitchen, you call for your dog before another voice interrupted.

“Honey—“

“Honey Bee, please stop barking.” Warner tried to calm his dog down while flipping pancakes. “Lana, can you play with Honey for a second? I’m almost done.”

Your eyes widen at the sight. He was making the traditional birthday breakfast for you. A faint smile graced your face as you tilted your head and shifted your gaze toward your daughter. She seemed to be working on the crown and the card before Warner asked to play with Honey.

“Honey, come here!” Lana pulls a treat out of the bin and waves it in her direction, gaining the attention of her dog. Honey sits patiently in front of her, tongue out in anticipation. “You can’t bark because mommy is gonna wake up, okay? Daddy is almost done and he’ll be upset if you bark again.”

Honey puts a paw on her leg, making Lana giggle. “Here you go.”

A small laugh left your lips as you leaned against the doorway. There wasn’t a young girl around that was like your own child. And knowing her, she’ll be just as amazing at anything like your husband. She was the epitome of your existence and you would change that for the entire world.

Your eyes snap back to where your husband stood as he flips the last pancake on the plate in front of himself. Even the plate was decorated with your favorite flowers in a small vase. Warner shut the stove off and made his way to soak the pan, calling out to his daughter.

“Lana, can you grab the juice from the fridge so we can bring mommy her breakfast?”

She nodded and happily walked over to the fridge before her eyes widened in surprise at your presence. Her mouth open in shut in response before asking for her father. Daddy?”

“Yes, baby?”

“Mommy’s already down here.” She whispered in slight disappointment as the surprise was ruined.

You let an amused smile take over your face at your daughter’s sudden shyness. Slowly, you walk over to her and take her into your arms. “Good morning, sweet girl.”

“Good morning.” She mumbled into the crook of your neck. “You’re supposed to be sleeping still.”

“I know, I’m sorry, baby. I’m sorry.” You press a kiss to her cheek and tuck a blonde lock behind her ear. You meet her bright eyes, rubbing soft circles onto her cheek to help soothe her. “But everything smells delicious. Did you help daddy make the pancakes?”

She nodded, “I added the chocolate…”

“That’s my favorite part.” You spoke softly, running your fingers through her bed hair. You nod your head toward the breakfast nook, “Did you make a crown for me?”

“Mhm! I made it all different kinds of colors.” She got excited again, pulling you up and tugging you toward the table. She shuffled up on the bench, sorting throw the papers to find the crown. “But I made sure the string was pink because it’s your favorite.” Lana took the crown and attempted to balance it atop your head. “See!”

“I do see.” You kiss her forehead, taking the crown from her. You thumb the paper crown as you watched her throughly explain her process, nodding when she looked over at you. Your heart practically melted at the sight, but soon started beating faster when a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist.

“I thought you would still be sleeping, my love.” Warner pressed a kiss to your cheek before resting his head in the crook of your neck, planting soft kisses down toward your shoulder.

You feel him squeeze your waist gently as you turn your head ever so slightly to meet his gaze and lips eagerly. “One, I always wake up early.” You grin against his lips before continuing. “Two, I can’t sleep when you’re not there.”

“Did we surprise you though?” He left one last kiss to your lips before taking the crown and tying it around your head.

“I certainly wasn’t expecting it.” You take your daughter into your arms again, balancing her on your hip.

“Mommy, you look like a queen!” Lana held your face in her hands, giggling as you peppered kisses onto her face. “So daddy would be the king!”

You give her a bright smile and nudge your nose onto her cheek, “And that would make you a princess, baby.”

Warner brought over the pancakes and juice, cutting pieces for Lana. He kissed her cheek, “Do you want to make a crown for yourself?”

She looked over at you, waiting if she could make one even if it wasn’t her birthday. You nodded your head, setting her down on the cushions to sit properly for breakfast. Lana took her fork and took a piece, humming at the deliciousness hitting her tongue.

Warner pulled you to his chest again, lowering his voice so only you could hear him. “I owe you your favorite birthday present, love.”

You flush pink at the thought, smacking him in the chest. You tilt your head up to meet his eyes, finding them filled with amusement and lust filled thoughts.

“What about Lana?” You murmur, resting your hands delicately on his chest.

“What about her?” He put a finger underneath your chin and placed a light kiss to your lips.

You smile before pulling away, whisper-shouting toward the blonde. “Aaron, I’m serious!”

Warner chuckled before turning to Lana, squatting to watch her reaction. “Baby, is it fine if mommy and i leave you here for a bit? We’ll be back, we just have something to discuss.” He asked the young girl who was kicking her legs joyfully at the pancakes.

“Mhm.” She answered, mouth full of pancakes.

Aaron quickly spun around toward you, making you raise a brow. “What?”

“The little princess won’t bother us.” He pressed open mouth kisses onto your shoulder, slowly backing you out of the kitchen and tapped your thigh.

You wrap your arms around his neck, humming. “You’re positive— Aaron!”

He picks you up and takes the stairs two at a time. You throw your head back and laugh.

“What?”

“Nothing.” You press your lips onto his, threading your fingers through his hair. “I just love you.”

Warner smiles, “I love you too.”

And for the first time in years, you had three major birthday gifts. One given nine months afterward.

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devoted 2.

part 17.

SNEAK PEEK

A/N: the deadline was supposed to be today but there's just too much going on, so as my birthday treat to you guys, here's a cute lil excerpt from the next part!!

“Let’s go.”

You’ve walked beside Jaehyun multiple times already but this time you’re walking hand in hand with him — and he’s even swaying your conjoined hands! You were screaming inside at how cute he was to do this. He gave off such a cool vibe that you didn’t think he had such an adorable side.

Autumn has started and the weather was perfect to be outside, the leaves were turning to beautiful shades of reds, oranges, and yellows. It was nice to take a stroll under them right now and it feels quite cozy, especially with Jaehyun.

He filled up the silence growing between you, not that it bothered you, with small talk. He asked about your morning and the day before, if you had any plans for the holiday break. You told him that you were going back home to your parents over the holidays and was unsure if your parents had plans to celebrate.

You could feel his thumb gently smooth over your skin as he talked about his plans over the break, mentioning how he’s going to be helping out his dad in his business.

The cafe you both arrived at was smack dab in between a bookstore and a mom-and-pop store. There were little to no patrons in the cafe from the looks of it and it still had some streamers and balloons from their opening.

“Good morning! Welcome to Cafe Hue.” One of the three workers on duty, the cashier, greeted as you entered.

You offered a smile and glanced briefly at the interior — a habit you picked up in middle school that pushed you into taking interior design. For its namesake, the overall interior was a crisp white with loud, brightly colored decors dotting the shelves. There was room for improvement with the choice of furniture, but it still works.

“What would you like?” Jaehyun asked, pulling you out of your reverie by softly squeezing your hand.

You looked up at the chalkboard menu, giving each item a thought until you settled on a hot cup of French vanilla tea. Jaehyun relayed your order to the cashier, who’s eyes seemed very eager to meet his gaze, and added his own order of an iced americano.

“Do you want anything to eat? We can share something if you’d like.”

“I don’t mind a slice of cake or muffin.”

Jaehyun bobbed his head, “Anything in particular?”

“What would you recommend?” You directed the question to the cashier giving heart eyes up at Jaehyun. She shifted her attention to you, a full second of annoyance flashing in her face before plastering a model customer service smile.

“Everything is freshly baked, our baker’s favorite is the basque cheesecake, but personally, I love the chocolate carrot cake.”

“Both sound good, so I’ll leave the choice up to you.”

The cashier’s smile brightened as she returned her attention to Jaehyun, who seemed oblivious to it.

“Then a slice of each.” He didn't wait for her to tally the order and pulled out his wallet, brandishing a black card from within and placing it on the counter. She seemed astonished to see the card in front of her, but it only took a second for her to punch your orders in while repeating it out loud to confirm. Jaehyun nodded and she swiped the card.

“Have you always been a tea person? I could have gotten you tea instead of coffee all this time at the library.” He inquired, pursing his lips ever so slightly at you.

“Not necessarily.” You shrugged your shoulders, “My mind has strongly associated coffee with productivity and since we’re not here to study, I’d rather have tea. I like both, equally.”

Jaehyun finished paying for the order and guided you to a seat by the window. He helped you into your seat briefly before seating himself.

There was a palpable pause when he looked at you and it almost became awkward until he coughed and glanced away, ears visibly red.

“I’m sorry,” He cleared his throat, “I’ve never really… taken anyone out on a date before.”

The admission made your brows shoot up a little, “What? You’ve never dated anyone?”

He shook his head, “No. Wasn’t really interested… until I met you.”

The confession made your heart skip a beat and the faintest heat rose up your cheeks. “Oh. Uhm,” You stuttered, “I… I didn’t expect that from you.”

He sighed, “I get that a lot — not to be vain or anything. I was just never interested in the dating scene.”

“Haven’t girls asked you out? None of them caught your eye?”

Jaehyun shook his head again. “They all seemed… pretentious? No, too eager? Like I’m prey or something.”

You’re still having a hard time believing that this gorgeous man has not dated at all — let alone having you as the first person he’s ever expressed interest in. “What makes me different?”

Slowly, a small smile formed on his lips, “That’s what I’d like to know.”

a/n: there's too much technical stuff in the next part, that's why i'm having a hard time writing, but!!! it's coming i swear pls dont give up on me im sorry for such the long wait (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`)

devoted masterlist.

[buckrecs]

Hi! Do you have any single dad Bucky recs?:)

Single Dad!Bucky

masterlist | req masterlist

ONESHOT

show me the places where others gave you scars by @falcqns

Bucky's daughter Willow doesn't like you, and you're determined to change that. then, a late night call changes everything.

Bucky’s Little Artist by @marvelmusing

Single Dad!Boss!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Drabbles by @vanillanaps

Birthday Wishes by @lillywillow

Bucky wants to plan the best party ever for his young daughter.

Mother’s Day Brunch by @nikkixostan

bucky has a daughter, lyla. she doesn't have a mom but she does have an amazing aunt who is ready to step in and fill in for her and her dad.

SERIES

Parent-Teacher Conference by @coffeecatsandcandles

James Barnes, a widowed single dad, had forgotten what love felt like and let it crush him, taking his daughter, Rebecca, with him. He was cold, rude, and arrogant, being one of the few teachers at Westview High School the students seemed to absolutely despise. But when you show up, a hopeful math teacher who’d previously taught Rebecca’s kindergarten class, and are adored by your students and colleagues- James’s attitude starts to change.

Yours, Mine, Ours by @coffeecatsandcandles

Bucky Barnes has been raising his girls, Rebecca and Winnie, for the last two years. He’d lost all hope of falling in love again until he met you, a pediatrician with two children of your own- Elliot and Willow. He falls in love and he falls hard, but the challenges of being single parents still weigh on you both at times. Luckily, you’ll always have each other.

Seven-Thirty by @nacho-bucky

You were planning on a productive — if lonely — weekend, but the little girl across the hall has different ideas about how you and Bucky Barnes should be spending your time

Astrophile by @all1e23

Orion Rebecca Barnes's favorite thing in the whole world (besides her daddy of course) is spending hours after school in the bookstore by her house and the owner GIVES her any book she wants; she’s the coolest girl Orion has ever met. It doesn't take long for Bucky to notice his daughter’s sudden interest in constellations and the large stack of astrology related books piling up in her room. He’s spent her entire life trying to teach her about the stars and where her name came from with little interest from his little comet and all of sudden she’s in love. All thanks to the girl who owns the bookstore?

To Have & To Hold by @slyyywriting

Bucky is trying his best to provide and care for his daughter who just entered first grade. Everything was alright until she asks why everyone else seems to have a mom except for her. You’re just a plain mob boss who wants to turn a new leaf. Challenges arise when the world refuses to let you take a softer, non-violent route. A little girl helps you navigate a compromise.

Teacher’s Favorite by @suitk0via

You are first grade teacher and Bucky is a single dad who wants to be involved with everything his little girl - Elaine - does. He’s the dad all the parent’s and faculty drool over. You quickly become Elaine’s favorite teacher and Bucky’s just gotta meet you.

Love at First Grade by @buckysimp101

When father and first grade teacher Bucky Barnes ends up with Avery L/N in his class, the daughter of the “ruthless” CEO of L/N Enterprises, he’s in for a surprise that’s sure to change his life.

Choosing Us by @itsanerdlife

You were content with your life. The way your life was. Till you take on the Barnes Twins. Kindergarten’s worst nightmares. Epic love wasn’t in your cards. Fate didn’t deal you in, this lifetime. Till James, aka Bucky, Barnes sets his sights on you. It’s not right, you can’t. Right? Love doesn’t have a timeline. There is no set amount of time to tell you what you feel. For the way things progress when you fall in love. Can you get everything you ever wanted with Bucky and his boys, or is it just too fast?

[louloulemons-posts]

Oil At The Coffee Shop XIV

Eddie X Fem!Reader

Summary : The Finale

Word Count : 1.4k

Warnings : Not proofread, fluff, talks of pregnancy (not reader), fluffy ending for our couple, just cuteness all around, rambles.

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~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

It had been over 18 months since you moved to Hawkins, Indiana which may have been the best decision you’d ever made in your life. You had travelled home for a couple days as it was Diane’s 30th birthday.

Knocking on the front door, a little head popped out, “Hi buddy.” Matthews face was covered with a grin, he reached out to give you a hug. “God you’ve gotten so big,” you laughed as you lifted him up.

“Bud I told you not to answer the door,” you heard Scott speaking, but he couldn’t stay mad at his son when he saw you stood there.

“Hi Scottie.”

“Hey,” he smiled, giving you a big hug. You hadn’t been able to see them in a while, so it was needed. “Guess who I brought with me?” You whispered to Matt, but loud enough so Scott could hear.

“Who?” he asked wide eyed, but before you could answer a man with a head for a curls walked up the path, bags in hand. “Uncle Eddie!” The small boy wriggled from your arms, and ran to him.

“Hey little man,” he laughed, wrapping him in a hug. Walking up to you and your brother, he hugged him too, the pair actually got on very well.

“Come on, let’s get inside.”

“Who is it Honey?” you heard Diane’s voice.

“Only your favourite people in the world,” you teased. Squealing, she ran - well waddled, to wrap her arms around you. “Oh my love how are you?”

“I’m great how are you birthday girl?”

“You know, as well as I can be,” she placed her hand on her swollen belly. “How’s the little bean doing?”

“Wriggly, that’s how they are.”

“Where’s the munchkin?”

“Kitchen, she’s eating a snack.” Wandering to the room, you saw the little lady eating her apple slices, dipping them in what you could only assume was peanut butter.

“Can I have one?” you asked, making the small girl jump slightly, but as soon as she realised who it was she was up on her feet. Bouncing on her feet and clapping in a way that you couldn’t help but grin at.

“Hi munchkin.”

“Hello!” she laughed as you picked her up, placing kisses to her sticky cheeks. “Is uncle Eddie here?” she asked.

“Why don’t we go see?”

Walking with the small girl on your hip, you found Eddie smiling as he chatted with Diane. “Eddie!” she squealed.

“Well hello you.” Taking Jenny from your arms her hands found his hair instinctively.

“Pretty,” she cooed.

“Thank you love. Your hairs very pretty too.”

“Thank you.”

“Do you want to sit with me whilst your mom opens her presents?” he asked her, she nodded happily.

Eddie sat with Jenny in his lap, the small girl inspecting his curls, wrapping them around her fingers. You think she may be the only person who loves them more than you.

Diane had originally come from New York, but moved after meeting your brother. Like you she didn’t travel back home often to see her family, so you and Eddie decided to buy them tickets to travel back.

As she read her card explaining what was happening her eyes welled up with tears, “You’re kidding?” she asked.

“Nope,” you smiled.

“Oh thank you so much,” she cried, hugging you tightly.

“Mama okay?” Jenny asked, looking up at Eddie. “Yeah moms okay, just super happy.”

“I blame the baby hormones entirely,” the woman joked, a grin on her face.

“Happy Birthday.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Sat around the dinner table, your grandmother was also here now. She was another member in your family who absolutely adored Eddie.

Kissing his cheek as you passed to sit down next to him, he smiled, continuing to chat to the older woman. “So how is work treating you Edward?” she asked.

“It’s going well, me and my uncle are working hard.”

“You’re still taking rest though?”

“I make sure he does Gran.”

“And how’s the shop?”

“It’s great.”

“Who’s looking after it at the moment?”

“Max and El are in charge, but I have a couple more employees now.” She nodded, happy that her sisters shop was being well cared for.

You chatted happily, sat next to Jenny who was playing with her pasta. You wiped the small girls mouth, rubbing a hand over her cheek fondly.

“When are you planning on having some?” Your grandmother asked. Eddie choked on his drink, “I’m sorry?”

“When are you two planning on having kids?”

“Oh uh .. gran we’re not really ready to think about that yet,” you said to the woman.

“Well don’t keep me waiting!”

“Gran, Diane is pregnant right now, you’ve got another grandchild on the way.”

“And?” she teased.

“Okay, new topic please,” you flushed.

Eddie took your hand under the table, squeezing it gently. You looked up and he smiled softly at you, your face was warm, but you mimicked his expression.

“So when are you two travelling to see your family?” the woman asked Diane, and your focus went back to Jenny.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

“Drive safe!” Scott called out.

“We will!” you shouted back and were off, heading back to Hawkins. Eddie took your hand, holding it and kissing the back of it.

“You okay?”

“Mhm, it’s always hard leaving them, but we’ll see them soon.”

“I hope so, it was nice seeing your Gran again soon.”

“She keeps saying about coming to Hawkins, she misses it.”

“We’ll get her down, make a thing of it.”

“I think she’d like that.”

“Wayne’s asked if you wanted to come over for dinner when we get back?”

“I’d love that actually.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

You’d been to your apartment to drop off your things and then headed to the trailer park to see Wayne. Eddie shared a big hug with his uncle, squeezing him tight. “Hey son.”

When they pulled away, Wayne smiled at you, “Hi Honey.”

“Hello,” you spoke, giving him a hug, not as tight as Eddie had, but a big hug nonetheless.

“Did you guys have a nice trip?”

“Oh it was great, how’s the shop been?” Eddie asked. “It’s been fine, but let’s not talk work, tell me everything over dinner.”

The three of you sat down to eat a nice warm meal, Wayne had made an older recipe of his moms. “This is delicious Wayne, thank you.”

“Oh honey don’t make me blush.”

“I’m being serious, you’ll have to give me the recipe.” He laughed, but paused as if he remembered something. “I actually have this for you,” he stood from the table.

He handed you over a few pieces of paper, the writing on it was his, messy chicken scratch, but you were use to it by now. “Wayne is this-“

“My sweet tea, I think it’s time we share it with others.”

“Oh thank you,” you smiled, wrapping your arms around the man.

“It’s the least I can do,” he spoke.

“I think you’ve become her favourite Munson old man,” Eddie laughed.

“Who says he hasn’t always been?” you teased.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

“Thank you again Wayne,” kissing the man’s cheek you waved goodbye. “You kids get back safe.”

The journey back to the shop was a short and quiet one, you and Eddie exhausted from all of the travelling you’d done today. “I’m ready for bed,” the man sighed, waking inside.

“Me too, but um .. before that can we talk about something?”

“Sure Sweetheart what’s up?” Leading him to the couch you sat side by side, holding his hand in yours.

“You know how we’ve been together a while now?”

“Mhm, best 18 months of my life,” he smiled.

“Same here. I was thinking maybe … if you’d want to .. you can say no.”

“Sweetheart, relax it’s just me.”

“Okay, okay. I was wondering if maybe you’d want to move in. Here. With me.”

“Move in with you?”

“I mean yeah, half your stuff is here already and you stay most nights and you have a key, but I want you to be here every night. I want this to be your home. Our first home.”

Before you could say anymore he was cupping your cheeks and pressing a kiss to your mouth. “I would love to live with you.”

“Really?”

“Yes baby, really.”

“We’re really doing this?”

“We are. And hey maybe we could get some practice making those babies your gran spoke about.” You laughed, smacking his chest.

“Make me a Munson and then we can talk about that,” you teased.

“Oh I plan too.”

“I love you Eddie.”

“Sweetheart I love you too.”

THE END

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A/N : i genuinely can’t believe this is the end. the love and support for this story have been so overwhelming, i adore all of you. thank you for every like, comment and reblog it has been insane. thank you thank you thank you. that is all i can say.

i’m gonna miss these guys so much, but i wanted them to have a simple and loving ending. that’s what they deserve.

love you all 🤍

- Lou

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[britany1997]

Could I make a request? It's my birthday tomorrow and I'd love to know how the boys (maybe both individually and poly) would treat their S/O on their birthday. Love your fics and HCs, so glad I found your blog!

Absolutely you can! And Happy Birthday! I hope you have a wonderful day!

I’m gonna do headcannons because I think they would work best for this request:)

Celebrating your Birthday with the Lost Boys

David:

•He’s grumpy, but he adores you

•He gives, ‘I hate everyone but you’ energy with his S/O

•He likes to seem indifferent a lot of the time, since he’s got this ‘super cool leader of a biker gang’ reputation he needs to protect

•But he cares for you very deeply

•He listens to everything you say. Everything.

•And he’s incredibly observant and always keeping a close eye on you

•So if there was something you told him you wanted but it was too expensive, or something you liked at a store but talked yourself out of buying

•He got it for you

•The craziest most extravagant things you might never have gotten for yourself

•A Cartier bracelet? It’s yours. A PS5? All wrapped up for you. A signed first edition of your favorite book? Yep. Don’t ask how he got it.

•Seriously. Don’t ask.

•He shows his love by spoiling you and he wants you to feel loved on your special day🥹

Dwayne:

•Dwayne is the romantic of the group

•He writes you the sweetest birthday card you’ve ever gotten

•It’s like a love letter to you and you can feel his adoration coming off the page

•You can see how he started out with normal sized letters, but he had so much to say that they get smaller and smaller towards the end

•He writes over and over again how much he loves you and cares for you

•He writes about how happy he is that you were born and how lucky he is to be with you

•He tells you how you’re incredibly smart, ridiculously attractive, and overwhelmingly kind

•He includes a little poem about you as well, taking the time to detail your features and compare you to an Angel or some other worldly creature

•He writes about how he genuinely can’t believe a treasure like you could love a “literal monster” like him, but he’ll spend the rest of his eternal life trying to return the love he thinks you’re worthy of

•He thinks the world of you and wants you to feel appreciated and loved, not just on your birthday, but everyday

•He signs it ‘xxxxxxx <- my kisses’

•Just to make sure you know

•He asks Laddie to sign the card too and Laddie writes about how special you are and how grateful he is for you too

Paul:

•Listen

•He is his gift to you

•He shows up to your nest with a bow on his chest and winks at you

•I said on anon to another TLB account once that I think Paul’s the type of guy to give you a cast of his dick as a present and I stand by it

•If you’re not into that though he totally respects it and he’ll get you something else

•He’ll give you tons of cuddles and hugs

•He just likes to hold you, and he knows you like to be held🥹

•He tapes a birthday hat he cut out of a magazine on to fishy’s bowl for you too

•He would also want to give you a kiss for every year you’ve been alive

•He’s like, “you want em all at once or throughout the day?”

•Every time he gives you a kiss he’ll tell you something he loves about you

•Man has no filter and is always ready to tell you all the reasons you’re special to him

•He also makes you a little coupon book with sweet little things like “good for one bear hug,” “redeem for one boardwalk adventure,” and “turn into Paul for one quiet night together at the beach.”

•There are also some..um….spicy coupons in there too (if you want them of course)

•He says those you can reuse;)

Marko:

•Marko bakes you a cake:)

•Now this can go one of two ways

•Marko makes Panettone and Pandoro for the boys around Christmastime

•When he lived in Italy, his mom taught him how to make it and he still uses her recipe

•If that’s what he does, it turns out really great and it’s super yummy!

•However, if Marko makes you ANY other cake…good luck

•Aside from beloved family recipes intertwined with childhood memories, Marko does not believe in recipes.

•He is an agent of chaos and his cooking skills reflect this for the most part.

•He also really doesn’t get baking soda/powder and how much you should add (but he’ll never admit that and look at a recipe, that’s for quitters)

•But whichever he does he makes it with love🥹

•He frosts it, writes a sweet happy birthday message in colored icing on it, puts candles on it and lights them for you

•Once you blow out the candles he’ll take a little bit of it and shove it in Paul’s face (like wedding style)

•He wouldn’t do it to you of course because it’s your birthday (but Paul is fair game😈)

•He watches you eat it with heart eyes because food is such a big part of the culture in Italy, and it means a lot to him when you eat what he makes and enjoy it

Poly:

•If you’re more extroverted and don’t mind attention, they throw you a party in the cave!

•They invite all your friends and family so you’re surrounded by all the people you love

•Marko buys all your favorite snacks and drinks

•David makes a playlist of all your favorite songs for dancing and vibing

•Dwayne and Paul are in charge of decorations

• “We need a theme”

• “Not all parties have themes Paul”

• “All the good parties do! Don’t you want the best for the love of our life???”

•They make it an 80s theme party

•And not like tacky 80s themed, actual, very authentic 80s themed party

•All the guest come in 80s themed outfits (they don’t need to change) and they put something aside for you to wear too when you arrive at the party

•They do the whole ‘make everyone hide until you come in and then jump out and yell surprise’ thing

•Then you dance the night away celebrating with your favorite people!

•But if you don’t like parties, and you prefer not to be the center of attention, they have a plan for that too!

•They steal get a projector and screen and they set it up in the center of the cave

•They pull the mattress from your nest out into the main area too and throw tons of blankets and pillows on it

•They make popcorn and grab tons of candy and soda

•When you get to the cave they surprise you with a movie night in!

•You spend the night cuddled up next to them watching your favorite movie

•If you fall asleep, they carry the mattress back to your nest (with you on it of course) and all fall asleep in your nest with you

•They love you so much and want you to have the best birthday ever:)

I hope you liked this:)

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[gold-snek-hoe]

Some stuff from working with Marak as a pop culture deity

1. I have a Labyrinth tarot deck for him, and he gives pretty good advice, like:

● "Go ahead and reconnect with your old friend, but stop holding out hope he'll fall in love with you. What you have is special, and doesn't need to be something it isn't. Be grateful."

● "Maybe you wouldn't be so miserable if you cleaned your room."

● "Have you tried actually telling your mother how hurt you are by her actions?"

● "You're upset. Take a break and relax."

● "Your anxiety is talking again."

● "You're hurt and feeling insecure about your magical abilities, but you have to remember these things take time. Have patience."

● "Go and connect with your friends and spouse."

2. We communicate through music a lot. I put my playlist on shuffle and the first three songs are what he wants to say. I know he's around when I get a strong aura of sassy bitch in the song selection. Although sometimes he'll just be the biggest romantic ever. "I'll Be Your Mirror" by The Velvet Underground played in the coffee shop my spouse and I were celebrating my 26th birthday at. I cried. More recently, "Love Song" by The Cure (longtime favorite of mine) came on in the grocery store I was interviewing at, and I ended up getting the job.

3. He's chill about me being polyamorous, and with me having other fictional crushes. Even with my physical human lovers, Marak knows I'm his. Though, he doesn't much care for my attraction to Rumple from Ouat, but that's more because Rumple isn't trustworthy or honest.

4. On that note, he adores my human spouse. As he should. I have picture of my beloved hugging a replica of the "Annabelle" doll, and that about sums up their opinion on monsters.

5. He has his own playlist full of songs I think he'd like/songs I'd serenade him with, plus memes.

6. We had a conversation about gender and sexuality through the cards, and I learned he considers "King" to be part of his gender identity.

7. I've gotten the sense that he's doing what he can to keep my abuser away from me. The SOB is still married to my mom, so keeping him away also means keeping her away, but still. I didn't have to see him when I surprised my mom for Christmas, and he's not coming to my wedding. In both cases, there have been circumstancial changes that kept him quietly out of the picture without fuss. Huge boon for my PTSD.

8. Being married to him helped me accept that I'm otherkin. Which, by the way, he finds both fascinating and indescribably hot.

9. I've become a more confident version of myself with him, just as I have with my human spouse. They've both helped me grow into a more mature and healthy version of myself. I'm very lucky, and very grateful.

[epickiya722]

Hi, Kiya...! How are you? I've been out from socmed for a while. And WOW...! How can BNHA got that many hate? Well, I'm not one of them. I'm grateful and happy for the ending. Thanks for the positivity in BNHA fandom, Kiya...

I'm glad that BNHA ended with no canon pairing (I remember in one of your post, that you also hope BNHA have no canon pairing, right?). Did you hear what anti BKDK and anti Bakugou said? That because of "loud" BKDK shippers (including me), Hori scared to made Izuku/Ochaco canon. Are they serious? It's a het ship, cutest couple (yes, even if I'm BKDK shipper, I can say that IzuOcha is a cute ship), and one of the best dynamic in the series. Well, let the haters hate, right?

Oh, right, for "Send Fandom", can I ask for BNHA? Thanks, Kiya....

I am doing fine, thank you! For the rest of my response, it's below the cut.

The first character I first fell in love with: Izuku easily became my favorite when I saw just how much of a wild card he was in season 2 (I watched that first). Favorite green boy! Then Miruko came into the picture and she hopped right there, tied as my number one favorite with Izuku.

The character I never expected to love as much as I do now: You know what, I'm giving it to Burnin here. I already liked her, but I didn't realize just how much I would favor her as the story went on. It's not even because I ship her with Miruko (for me I gotta like the character, shipping comes later). It's because you gotta applaud her for even having the job she has. I think about how much harder it is for her to even be a sidekick to a high ranked hero and think "damn, okay, where is her award"?

The character everyone else loves that I don’t: Hawks. I don't hate him, I do like Hawks. But if I had to nominate a character for "coolest character" I would not put him on the list. Dabi also goes here. Again, don't hate the character, but... unpopular opinion, Dabi's "dance" was just him having the energy of someone who thinks he can dance but can't, but you applaud his efforts.

The character I love that everyone else hates: Okay, I haven't really seen hate for her like that, but I actually like Curious! Out of all the members of her group, I found that she was the most entertaining of the bunch. I stand on saying if she had been kept alive, she would have been lethal on the two big fights.

The character I used to love but don’t any longer: Ooh, I don't think there's a character that applies here for me. Most characters I like are still characters I like.

The character I would totally smooch: You already know Miruko is that answer. But I also will say Inko deserves a kiss, best mom. Rock Lock and his wife, they get kisses. Tensei, my birthday twin, best bro, adore him. Yoichi, kiss him, too.

The character I’d want to be like: I actually had to think about this one. Hm... okay, I got it! Here's an unexpected answer. You know that electric lady from the second movie who looks like she could be related to Denki? Her, I would like to be her. I want electric powers. It would have been easy to say Denki, I know. But I remembered her.

The character I’d slap: *breathes in, breathes out* Okay, quite a bit characters could go here. But if there is one person that isn't like "a bad guy" that I would slap without hesitation... it would be X-Less. I'm sorry, his dumbass move of still sitting there instead just picking up Shigaraki's unconscious body, mind you, costs lives! Exactly what was the reason he sat there?! Okay, he destroyed the machine AFTER MIRUKO did so, good. BUT HE STILL SAT THERE!

A pairing that I love: BurnBunny (Burnin x Miruko) undoubtedly. Proud shipper here, can't convince me otherwise. They are dating and then married during and after the story.

A pairing that I despise: So, you know how Miruko and Izuku are my favorite two, right? Yeah, I LOATHE them as a ship. Despise, disgusted by, I seethe being reminded that is a ship people actually like. It wasn't even a ship I even thought of at all until someone commented on my fic asking if I will write an explicit chapter of those two. UH, NO! I actually hate typing in Miruko's name sometimes when I post a new fic because it's one of the first pairings I see.

SEND ME A FANDOM

Like, alright, if you don't think the ending is all that good, that's fine. But folks were making the ending seem like it was like the worst ending of all time. Oh, please! "The ending is rushed." You know what, based take, I guess, but I would want to rush the ending and get it over with because of this fandom. Not satisfied? Could care less!

And I did, in fact, say that I preferred an ending with no ship confirmed. I believed I post about it nearly two years actually!

"The BkDks were loud and forced Horikoshi---" If shippers had that kind of power many other shonen before MHA would have went totally different. If Horikoshi really was "scared and forced" to make BakuDeku canon, they would have kissed on page. If Horikoshi wanted to make IzuOcha canon, on Izuku's side, he would have developed it more. I knew from the very beginning, Horikoshi wasn't going to do the classic "male/female lead ship canon" thing.

[rainkays]

what are your sibling headcanons for ud characters?

LOVE THIS QUESTION <33

i see jess as an only child, with parents who probably weren’t around much and just left her a credit card every time they went off for the 5th business trip that month so she could feed herself and buy whatever she wanted while they were gone.

chris definitely has a younger sibling or two, probably sisters. i could also see him having a single mom who the group absolutely adores and hosts everyone over for holidays at their house. his sisters are definitely obsessed with jess and beg chris to have her over so she can paint their nails and watch legally blonde with them.

i also see ash as an only child with probably shitty parents (absent mom, present-but absent dad) and often spends the night at sam’s house to get away from home when her dad gets on her back about everything.

i feel like sam has a big family, with both older and younger siblings. she probably has a mix of brothers and sisters and they all grew up going on hikes and camping for birthday’s and definitely have some huge dogs that they take everywhere with them.

i see mike having an older brother that moved out right after high school and went out of state to work in business or marketing. his dad probably badgered him about being apart of the family business, but mike truthfully had no idea what he was doing after high school.

emily has a sister or two that are pretty close in age to her, and her parents force her to give them rides to school every morning. in turn, means nearly getting to school late everyday because they hit snooze on their alarms way too many times.

matt has a little brother that absolutely adores him and wears his leather jacket around the house when he’s not home. he comes to all his football games with their mom and runs into the field immediately after it’s over to give his brother a hug <33

[bowowark]

More William stuff (and some Henry stuff too)

(Tw murder (of course) religious trauma, manipulation)

Will is aegoromantic, but with it being the 80’s and him not really being in any queer spaces, he doesn’t really have the words for his sexuality

He did try dating for a while but no long term relationship ever came up from it, and by the time he left for college he had completely stopped looking for any sort of relationship

He always said that he just happened to be too busy

Henry and Will are what I like to call toxic soulmates (there might be an official word for it but I don’t rlly know) they’re not really good for each other, they always get in fights and some say they act like they don’t even like each other, but in the end they are the only people that seem to understand each other completely, like soulmates, but very toxic

Will absolutely adores Charlie, ever since he first held her after she was born, he knew he wanted to be the best uncle out there, but in his own way…

One time while Will was babysitting Charlie, who was 1 1/2 at the time, he gave her Gatorade because she really wanted to try some of Will’s

Wills defense was that she asked for it very politely, of course Henry was furious

When giving Charlie gifts for her birthday, Will would disregard the list of potential presents Henry gave him, and instead would try to make them more personal, by that I mean he would make what Henry called “death traps” but what Will called animatronic plushes and toys, of course Henry discarded them immediately

Henry was not only complicit in the murders, cleaning up after Will and covering it up, but he also help murder a cop who was about to take a sample of the “oil and rust” animatronic leakage back to the labs to have it tested, just in case

Will really had to psych him up for it, “do you want your daughter to grow up with a dad in jail?”

Henry grew up catholic and he had a history of feeling immense guilt for little things, such as yelling at a fellow kid on the playground or getting an F on a report card. He would stare at the crucifix that his mom hung on the wall, in his head, begging for forgiveness, assuming he would be burning in hell for such little things. Needless to say, the murders broke him

But Will on the other hand, you could barely tell he was involved in anything, charming as ever, happy go lucky, the favorite of the pizzaria crew

Alright I’m gonna head to bed, just wanted to infodump abt this some more :p

[spurgie-cousin]

To your NC ask

I don't know the context of your situation.  My mom left  her first husband and two kids for my dad. She chose to give him primary custody. My sister would come visit us but my brother rarely would. I adored him and remember so many nights of waiting up for him, only for him to never show and was always so hurt and disappointed. As adults I realize how much trauma my mom caused him and I understand why he didn't come, but as a child it hurt so incredibly. When he did visit he would spend time playing with us and I treasured that time but I am not nearly as close to him now as I am my older sister.

I know you have to take care of yourself, but maybe you can find ways to still keep those connections with your siblings..... maybe talking to them on the phone, going to games or school events, sending birthday cards, etc.

(submission)

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It's a hard situation on both ends. I think about Olivia Plath and how desperately she wanted a relationship with her younger siblings, but couldn't do much around her parents rules. And then when her younger brother died she was so heartbroken, because they were both denied time together that they'll never get back. I think the hurt is equal in both ends, and the only people at fault are the parents who can't see past their own bullshit to allow their kids to have relationships independent of them.

OP I hope you and your brother are able to have an honest conversation about this one day so you understand his perspective more, and he can understand how hurt you were. It sounds like you both went through something very traumatic and painful that was neither of your fault.

[mari-the-bimbo]

How would ex husband gojo deal with y/n’s birthday?

Ex husband Gojo: your birthday

A/N: Am I going to ignore all the questions about whether y/n is pregnant or not and complete this request instead? Absolutely! *cue evil laughing*

⚠️Warnings: MINORS DNI, sexual content, fingering, swearing, implied breeding

“Mom you guys wanna come over today since it’s my birthday?” You ask your mom on the phone, fiddling with your nightgown nervously, knowing her answer.

“Shouldn’t you spend the day with your kids? Call Gojo over too, he deserves to see his kids celebrate your birthday too” your mom replied. You sigh, hanging up before your mom could peak any further.

You wish your parents weren’t manipulated by Gojo too. You knew every word that came out of your mom’s mouth was words Gojo put in her head.

Gojo’s pity words of ‘wanting to keep his family together’ fit perfectly with your mother’s old fashioned mindset of forgiving your partner ‘for the kids’ - that’s why Gojo always ran to your mother in disputes, knowing the woman who birthed you would still side with him.

You suddenly hear giggling coming from outside your bedroom. You smile sweetly, loving the sound of your children’s giggles first thing in the morning.

“Happy birthday momma!” They burst into your room, cheering happily when you pretend to be happily surprised. “Thank you my angels! C’mere” you say, hugging your adorable mini me’s.

You hear footsteps outside your room. You know it’s him, you brace yourself, ready to face your ex husband.

“So where’s my birthday girl?” you hear his annoying voice coo patronisingly as he enters your bedroom, he’s dressed smartly, wearing his shades as usual.

Suddenly his lanky figure blocks your view, as he towers over your body from the side of the bed. “Found you” he adds with a wide cocky smile, mischief plastered all over his face.

He enters the bed and gets under the covers casually, causing the kids giggle at Gojo. He starts touching you under the sheets but you keep your mouth shut after seeing the kids look so happy.

You watch your younger daughter make grabby hands at Gojo, who leaned towards his daughter’s touch, you subtly watch her whisper to her daddy to ‘distract mommy while we finish her card!’

You bite your lips to hide your laugh when your older son’s big icy blue eyes looks at you panickedly, hoping you didn’t hear his and his sister’s little plan.

You watch Gojo laugh before pinching his daughter cheeks before shooing them both out the room.

You sigh as you feel Gojo’s head turn towards you, you can almost see his wide victorious smile, knowing he has a golden opportunity to keep you to himself.

His pale fingers dance across your shoulders, “you know y/n.. I didn’t get you a birthday gif-“

“I don’t care” you snapped.

He laughs. An amused laugh, he loves how easy it is to rile you up, of course you care, he always brings you luxurious gifts, you really expect him to believe that you don’t care? Hell, he’s probably the only person you would’ve got a gift from!

“How about I make it up to you with a gift right now?” He suggests, his voice growing deeper as you feel his hands sneak your nightgown.

You squirm around, trying to resist the urge of giving in to his heavenly skills in bed. You’re frustrated, he knows that. After all, he’s the reason you don’t get any action from other men.

“Fuck off-! The- the kids are downstai-“ you try to reason but your protests are swallowed by Gojo’s mouth as he shoves his mouth onto yours, kissing you feverishly, he dominates you easily, groaning as he does.

He sloppily makes out with you, his fingers pushing past your underwear to play with your sweet spot, his fingers quickly become coated in your cream. He smiles against your lips in excitement.

“All that for me baby? And here I thought you wanted me to fuck off” he mocks with a cocky wide smile.

You ignore his idiotic teasing, too busy chasing your own pleasure, bucking your hips against his fingers. He watches you adoringly with a lazy smile, happily giving into you, after all it’s your birthday right?

His other hand rests on your hips helping you grind harder against his long fingers. You hiss in pleasure, you can feel your knot tightening in your tummy. He kisses your tummy with a hum while still fingering you.

He looks up expectantly at you as he picks up the pace. He knows you’re close, he’s fucked you enough times during your marriage and afterwards to know every close detail. His own eyes roll back at watching the pleasure on your face.

“Happy birthday baby” he whispers breathlessly as you release, gushing all over his fingers, he stares down at the masterpiece you’ve created on his fingers.

He laughs psychotically as he licks the arousal off his fingers, looking directly at you as he did.

You close your eyes, pretending to be tired, but you both know it’s out of embarrassment of giving into him again. He smiles at you nevertheless, kissing your cheeks. “You’re like a horny teenager that can’t control herself” he chuckled against your cheeks.

You push him off you annoyed, “can you shut up for 5 mins please?” You groan, he laughs once more, before he stares down at your stomach, stroking it like he did last time.

You know what he’s thinking.

“I was lying about not bringing you a gift, it’s with the kids because they wanted to put the gifts together” he spoke after a few minutes of silence.

“Thanks” you muttered.

“Now pull your gown down” he orders, which you quickly obey when you hear your children’s giggles as they run up the stairs.

“Happy birthday mommy!” The kids cheer in unison as they present the big gift to you.

[chimivx]

simply one-derful. // myg.

pairing: Idol!Yoongi x Female!Reader, and ot7 { couple from vegas, baby }

summary: It was incredibly ironic, your daughter sharing a birthday with her favorite person- besides her parents. Thinking her first birthday is going to be spectacular, an unexpected letter in the mail turns things upside down... Until your found family comes together to have an amazing night.

words: 7k

warnings: birthday blues (lets be honest we all get em), sex talk obvi, suggestive convo, grown adults partying, drinking, alcohol, readers bad parents are back, mentions of bad parenting, jikook warning bc I LOVE THEM If I missed anything PLEASE LET ME KNOW.

a/n: HI! Another Vegas series mini... I can't help myself. I love picking apart their life and putting it in writing. I adore being able to get to know them. HAPPY BIRTHDAY JUNGKOOK AND BABY MIN! :) Yes, I know I'm posting a day early.

{ find the vegas, series here to get to know this couple some more }

~ September 1st, 2022 ~

“Here, D, oh my god,” You hand your babbling baby over to Yoongi who takes her with furrowed brows. He had literally just walked into the kitchen, ready to help you start setting up for the party, and you were already frustrated, storming out of his presence.

Holding his daughter in his hands like a football for a second, he flips her around and pops her on his hip, giving her a curious look.

“What’s wrong with Mom?” He asks quietly, “What’d you do?” 

“Mama,” Your daughter says to him, patting his chest with her hands, “Ma, ma, ma,” She says to the beat of her tiny tapping hands. Yoongi chuckles.

“My little protégé,” He whispers so he knows you don’t hear him. You’re very adamant about your daughter becoming her own person, and Yoongi definitely agrees, but can’t help but feel like some of his genius was passed on to his little one.

“I like the song,” He says to her as she continues her tapping and babbling.

“Ma, ma, maaa,” She drags out, making him laugh. Walking around the marble counters, he spies a pile of mail next to the sink, one that hadn’t been there before.

“MA!” Your daughter shrieks, and Yoongi is quick to hush her.

“Something made Mom mad,” He says to her under his breath, looking through the mail for something that would trigger your, very rare, anger.

“Mah?” She questions, copying the sound of her fathers words, not even knowing what they even meant. 

Tossing aside pointless letters and junk mail, he pauses as he catches the torn edge of a light pink envelope forcefully shoved within the pages of one of your magazines.

“Aha,” He says.

“Aha,” The baby on his hip copies him, clearly this time. 

“You smartie,” Yoongi smiles at her, getting her to beam a partially toothless grin that reminded him of you. Her nose crinkles just like yours does.

Pulling the envelope out of the silky pages of Vogue, he flips it over and frowns as he reads the return label. Your daughter's name was written in the center of it in crisp cursive with your home address written beneath it in neat handwriting.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” He mutters, feeling his own blood start to boil. 

The top of the envelope is torn open, so he assumes you’ve already opened and read it. Following suit, he uses the hand beneath his baby's bottom to pull the card out, tossing the envelope to the side without care. 

Keeping the baby on his right hip with his good shoulder, he lifts the card up with his other hand, giving it a good look.

The front of it is frilly, pink and glittery. There’s two ballerina’s on either side of the script that read, “To a ONE-derful Granddaughter”, and Yoongi can’t help but huff a pathetic laugh. As expected, his daughter copies him.

“You got that right,” He mumbles to her, flipping the card open with his thumb. A one hundred dollar bill falls out of it onto the counter. Your daughter spots it and reaches for it, but Yoongi is quick to pull her away, telling her it was dirty and that she wasn’t allowed to touch it.

Eyes scanning the kind of cute message the card came with, he reads what’s written at the bottom and audibly expresses his fury with a groan.

‘Happy Birthday to the sweet little girl who made us Grandparents. One year ago today we had no idea that our lives would change this way. We weren’t expecting you. Life is full of surprises and we’re definitely sure you were one of them. Here’s to hoping one day we meet. Until then, chin up, work hard, make us proud, and Happy Birthday!’

It was signed by your parents.

Yoongi wanted to scream. He wanted to scream so loud that your parents would hear him, but he kept quiet. He kept quiet for you.

It wasn’t ever Yoongi’s idea to share things with them. It wasn’t his idea to give your parents the address to your home, and it never once crossed his mind to tell them that you two have even had a fucking child together. 

They’ve never even met him before, they barely had an idea of who their daughter was sharing her life with. You used to make jokes together about how one Google search could expose you to the masses, but they didn’t care enough to even do that.

He never put up a fight for your sake.

Though you both share the same feelings and festering bitterness for the people who brought you into this world, he never held you back from reaching out to them. Sure, he’d share some thoughts, instill some kind of warning in case you didn’t get an answer, or one you weren’t ready to hear, but other than that, he kept quiet.

He’d rather be there for you when they weren’t instead of getting in your way and sparking an argument right off the bat.

You must’ve opened this and read it before he came down from his office, no wonder you hustled out the way you did.

“Baby?” Yoongi calls out to you, wherever you ended up.

“Baaaaay?” Your daughter shouts just as loud, pulling the card that was inevitably for her out of his hands. She flips it over a couple of times before figuring out how to open it up, acting like she was reading it.

“This is no time to be funny, miss,” Yoongi laughs softly, whispering to her before snatching the card from her little hands.

“Hey, baby?” Yoongi tries again, shoving the card back into the envelope, money and all. His fingers are left with tiny pieces of pink glitter all over them.

“Yes, dear?” He hears from the foyer of the house, followed by the closing of the front door. Your daughter looks at her father curiously at the sound of a new voice, trying to place it within her small aray of people she knew and remembered.

“We’re in here, Kook,” Yoongi says, starting for the doorway. Meeting him at the threshold, wincing as your daughter screeched at the sight of her Uncle Kookie, he hands her over to the man who was wearing a grin three sizes too big. Kicking her feet like crazy, she instantly cuddles up into his chest, her own special way of giving people a hug.

“Happy Birthday, little goofball,” Jungkook kisses the top of her head and rocks her side to side. She looks up at him with a smile and babbles a few meaningless words to him.

“Think she just said it back,” Yoongi tilts his chin to the side, and squints his eyes, getting Jungkook to laugh. “Seriously though, Happy Birthday brother.” 

“Thanks,” Jungkook cheeses again, then glances over Yoongi’s shoulder, “Where’s the wife?” He asks, looking forward to seeing you. Yoongi gives his eyes a roll and sighs.

“She’s not my wife yet,” He whispers.

“So?” Jungkook scoffs, “Close enough.”

“We’re engaged, Kook,” Yoongi says a little more cautiously.

“She’s so weird for this,” Jungkook smiles as he shakes his head, “It’s close enough, why does she find it weird for me to call her your wife?” 

“Why?” Your daughter, who was contently laying against Jungkook’s chest, perks up and copies the last syllables he spoke that she could say. He looks down at her and widens his eyes.

“Exactly,” He says to her, and Yoongi laughs.

“I, uh, I don’t know where she went,” He says, watching his daughter lift a hand to point at Jungkook's lip ring, touching it with care. Using his tongue to make it move side to side, she’s mesmerized, pointer finger stuck in the air.

“There’s a card from her parents on the counter,” Yoongi’s words make the youngest freeze, only his eyes flickering up to give him a look, “I know,” Yoongi rolls his eyes in agreement to Jungkook’s unspoken opinion on the matter, “They sent money and everything. There’s a message in it, it’s totally backhanded, I just… Kook, it’s so fucked they’d do this.” 

“Is there a return address, I swear to… Where is it?” Jungkook asks, “You said on the counter?” Nodding, Yoongi sighs.

“Want me to take her?” He holds out his hands to his brother, offering to take his daughter back. Shielding her away from her own father, looking subtly offended, Jungkook shakes his head.

“Uh uh, this is our day,” He says, and brushes past Yoongi, heading straight into the kitchen, “Now, when I need to throw a punch, you can take her back.” Jungkook says a bit louder. Yoongi can hear the shuffle of the paper, and the opening of the card, so he hurries to the stairs to avoid Jungkook's initial reaction.

Trekking up the carpeted, dual level stairs, Yoongi peers into every open door in the upstairs hallway. You aren’t in your bedroom, the bathroom, the guest room, or his office, so his only other option was your daughter's room, but her door was shut.

Stepping in front of it, he drums two fingers on the wood to let you know he was coming in.

“Hey, you in here?” He asks softly, turning the knob, pushing the door to the sage green bedroom open, finding you sitting in front of your baby’s chestnut wooden crib with your legs tucked into your chest.

Side eyeing him, you sigh heavily and point your focus forward on the matching dressers and changing table.

Yoongi shuts the door behind him, standing against it for a second in the silence of the comforting room. Her walls were decorated with pictures of her and her family, and adorable works of art with the sweetest messages on them that you had designed yourself. In fact, you had mapped out her entire room on an app five months into your pregnancy, and Yoongi, always on your side, found a way to make it happen.

Coming closer, he sits down on the floor beside you and leans his back on the wood, looking over at you. Your eyes were lifeless, and that told him more than he needed to know. He waits for you to say something first, a couple of minutes going by before you do.

“Jungkooks here?” You half ask, keeping your eyes on the furniture.

“He is,” Yoongi’s voice is gentle.

“Baby’s happy then,” You mumble, acting like she hadn’t been happy as a clam all morning, making his face screw up in confusion.

“She’s always happy,” He objects, tone growing stronger. Glancing to your lap, you take a deep, shaky breath. Yoongi watches a tear slide down your cheek.

“Is she?” You ask just above a whisper. Throwing his hands out in front of him, he’s ready to go off, but stops himself. Instead, he closes his hands into fists and places them on his knees, reminding himself where this new, sudden thought was stemming from. The rotten woman who put that card in the mail.

“She’s happy,” He says, “The happiest goddamn baby I’ve ever seen,” He pauses, hoping something he says is going to fix this, “You know why she’s as happy as she is?” You finally look up at him, your teary eyes wrecking his heart, “‘Cause she’s got a badass mom.” Reaching over, he wipes away the tear that had fallen and gives you a smile.

“I sent them a message two weeks after she was born,” You say, “Two weeks,” Yoongi nods, listening wholeheartedly, “They got her name, her stats, the date, that’s it. Not a picture, not a where, not a how, not a who with,” Your voice falls into a whisper, “They didn’t even ask me anything, D. I didn’t get a, how’re you doing, how’re you feeling… Not even a, how’s the baby?” Reaching up for one of his hands, he’s quick to snatch it up, holding it over his chest.

“I remember,” He says, encouraging you to continue.

“They didn’t answer the text,” You shake your head, your face twisting up in shock, “I gave them vague ass information, and they still didn’t ask me a single question. It’s been a YEAR! And not a single, fucking, question. They haven’t asked to see a photo- I could be lying!” Pressing your other hand to your chest, you start to laugh at the thought of you faking an entire child just to get your parents attention. Yoongi takes a deep breath, letting you feel everything you need to feel at this moment.

“I could be totally lying to them,” You shake your head again, “‘Life is full of surprises we’re definitely sure you were one of them’, get out of here with that load of bullshit,” Squeezing Yoongi’s hand, you give him a look and shrug your shoulders, “They’re right though, she wasn’t planned. She was a total surprise. They expected something like this to happen, that’s how irresponsible they think that I am.”

“Hey, wait, not irresponsible,” Yoongi tried to negate, holding up his other hand. Shooting him another look, he blows air from his lips and rolls his eyes.

“Was our daughter a surprise? Yes. Was it irresponsible? Mmm, maybe. Do we regret it? Not a chance. Are we secure enough that the weight of having and caring for a child hasn’t broken us? Yes,” He’s slowly starting to get fired up, but when it came to your parents, you only seemed to listen to Yoongi when he spoke up like this, and it wasn’t often, “Surprises happen to married couples all the fucking time, babe. Do people act like they’ve committed a crime? No! How are we any different?”

“We’re not,” You mumble.

“Damn right, we’re not,” Yoongi states, “I’ve been in love with you for eight years, if we want to have babies, we’re going to have babies. They don’t even know us. I’m not going to let two pot-stirring, old, decomposing assholes dictate how you feel about your life anymore.”

“Decompos…” You whisper, then finally laugh. 

“Yeah, now that I’m mad you finally laugh,” Yoongi sighs, groaning straight after, “You’re done with them.”

“Decomposing!” You say louder, falling into his side while you belly laugh. Taking deep breaths, Yoongi drags a hand through his hair trying to relax.

“I’m serious, baby,” He says in a softer tone, “Restraining orders, we’re done with them. They’re not messing with her. Shit, I wanted to do this years ago so they’d stop messing with you.” 

Hearing the sincerity in his voice makes you calm down. The two of you share a look, a deciding look, one that you nod in agreement to confirm. He’d move mountains for his girl, you’re positive that he’d catch a felony without thinking twice if it meant he was protecting her.

“I’m sure they only sent it to mess with me,” You offer to calm his nerves about his daughter, “But, yeah. I’m done. I’ve been done. A year ago was the last time I even tried anyway, so, how fitting that we end it around the same occasion.” Tilting your head side to side a bit, you sarcastically shake your hand in his to show some sort of celebration.

“I am sorry it happened though,” Yoongi whispers. Shrugging once more, you look in his eyes and smile.

“At this point I’m usually not affected like this, I don’t know why this got to me,” You say, glancing around the room, “I should’ve just thrown it away.” Yoongi presses his lips together in a smile.

“I know why,” He says, getting your attention back, “‘Cause you're a badass mom,” He repeats himself now that you actually hear him, “And you care about that girl more than I’ve seen you care about anything else in this world.” 

“I do,” You barely say, “I really do,” A tear pricks at your eye, “I love you just as much, D. Life is so much better because of you.” Blinking away tears that welled in his own eyes, Yoongi smiles as he leans over to give you a few short, sweet kisses.

“Hey! Am I burning this shit for birthday card, or what?” Jungkook shouts up the stairs.

“Wha!” Your daughter shouts after him, getting you and Yoongi to laugh on each other's lips, “Mama!” She shouts loud and clear, beckoning you to come down the steps.

“You’re wanted,” Yoongi raises his eyebrows cheekily, “She doesn’t yell for me like that.” Giving him a genuine smile, you both stand to your feet after sharing another kiss and emerge from your daughters room together.

Appearing at the top of the stairs, she sees you and shrieks, wiggling around like a worm in Jungkooks arms.

“Ahhh,” He sighs theatrically, “Mrs. Min Yoongi, nice to see you.” Coming down the stairs with Yoongi behind you, you just know that he’s signaling for Jungkook to shut up. It used to rub you the wrong way, being addressed as such before you’re formally married, but, now… It felt like relief.

“Oh, yes,” You nod, holding open your arms for your girl to climb into once you're on the bottom stair, “Get rid of my last name, please.” You laugh, then wrap your arms around your little one who’s cuddled into your chest.

“Really?!” Jungkook looks excited, looking to Yoongi behind you triumphantly.

“Really,” Yoongi confirms with a single nod, officially addressing the end of your affiliation with your parents.

“Koo-hee, ma, ma, ma, Koo-hee, ma, ma, ma…” Your daughter starts to babble in a pattern, making you all look at her. She was laid on your chest over your heart, with a hand on your shoulder messing with your bra strap.

“I love this song,” Jungkook jokes, pumping a fist in the air to the beat she was babbling to. Smiling, you turn to look at Yoongi who was so clearly biting his tongue.

“Say it,” You mutter.

“Protégé!” Yoongi nearly shouts, thrusting his hands out at his sides.

By nine thirty that evening your home was still buzzing with life. Shortly after Jungkook arrived and Yoongi talked you off the ledge, the other five guys showed up one by one. Except Jimin and Taehyung, they came together.

With the ample pairs of hands eager to help out, the party was set up in a half an hour, and your girl was constantly occupied by an uncle who showered her in love. Sticking with a neutral theme- you and Yoongi hated stereotypes- different shades of green were used in the decorations, much like the sage green of your daughters bedroom walls. 

A giant golden balloon in the shape of a number one was tied to the back of her high chair, a wooden one that matched all of the furniture associated with her. You wouldn’t say you were neurotic about her things, but anyone who took a look around your house would say otherwise. Everything matched, everything followed a theme, everything followed a color scheme.

It was no surprise to the guys when they saw her first birthday would be the same.

The first guests arrived when you had taken your daughter upstairs to change, a couple members of the team you were all close with. Putting your girl into a pastel yellow jumper with three brown buttons down the top, and matching sandals, you decide to skip a bow or a headband knowing she’d just rip it out the moment she was downstairs. She looked absolutely adorable, and she surely was the life of the party. 

Throughout the rest of the day people came in and out, stopping by to express their love, or sticking around for a couple of hours to have a good time with good people.

After rounds of food, and a smushed birthday cake courtesy of your one year old who couldn’t wait until the song was over to dig into the dessert, everyone that was left this evening was your little family, six cool uncle’s, and, of course, Sunny.

“Can I turn this off?” Yoongi scrunches his nose, asking you from the arm of the couch he was sitting on across the room. He was gesturing to the speakers mounted to the wall in the living room that had music from a party appropriate Spotify playlist playing. 

Sitting on the edge of the couch with your elbows on your knees and a bright blue maraca in your hand, you give him a small smile and nod. You knew his skin was crawling as soon as you pressed shuffle earlier. Now with all of the other guests gone and just the main crew around, he finally had the courage to ask.

“Here she comes!” Jimin says in a silly voice from the floor in front of the couch. He was sitting criss-cross between Jungkooks legs. The youngest was leaning forward, all of his body weight on top of Jimin with his arms wrapped around his shoulders and his chin nestled into his neck.

They were on the sofa across from you, the one Yoongi was just perched on, giving you a front row seat to the bullshit they tried with all of their might to deny. It came out in places like this, private places. Neither of them were overly touchy-feely if they knew they were on camera, which most of their lives were. Here they were in a safe space, one where they could be themselves.

Their eyes were on your daughter who was standing up on her own, gripping the coffee table with everything she had. Her steps were slow, but she tried her best to teeter closer to the boys, because like you, Jimin had the other blue maraca in his hands. 

“She’s comin’, Jimin-ssi,” Jungkook grins, making a face at your baby to encourage her.

“You want this?” Jimin asks, holding up the toy, giving it a shake. The sound that comes from it makes her shriek and bounce her knees, getting the audience around her to laugh.

“I’ve heard her scream more today than I ever have,” Hoseok’s eyes go wide as he nudges your shoulder, sitting right beside you. Sucking in a dramatic breath, you release as you look at him and nod slowly. 

“It’s her favorite thing,” You say in a positive tone, but then cross your eyes to show your sarcasm, and he laughs, “Screaming, and copying you. She picks up on sounds quick, she’ll repeat them back almost perfectly.”

The music paused, making your daughter freeze and look around the room with suspicion. The only thing that could be heard was Sunny’s quiet chatter with Jin and Taehyung on the couch next to the one you and Hobi were on.

“Oh, she likes the music, it stopped,” Hoseok comments softly, tapping you again. Smiling, you nod.

“We always have something playing, she’s a music fien,” You say, and Jungkook agrees.

“She’s gonna be like her dad, I swear,” He says, giving you a teasing look. Dropping your jaw, you can’t away fight the smile that peeks onto your face. You would admit, your daughter being as talented as her father would be pretty awesome.

“She’s going to be whoever she wants to be, Kook,” You say calmly, getting a little smirk from him. He knew the rules, he just liked to push them- he learned that from you.

From the speakers, a beat starts to play causing a small roar to roll through the room out of everyone. A giant smile appears on your daughter's face as she starts to bounce her knees and slap the table with her hands. Taehyung sits forward, out of Sunnys arms, and dances with your girl, making her giggle. His head was bobbing in time with her slaps, and she was eating it up.

“Tee,” She stops to say, lifting a finger, pointing it at him. Taehyung makes a surprised face, acquiring another giggle, and puts his hands over his chest.

“Me?” He shakes his curly black hair around dramatically. Hobi, watching the scene in front of him, reaches for your wrist and squeezes it, making sure you were watching too.

“Tee! TEE!” Your daughter shouts, then resumes her bouncing to the music. Taehyung pouts his bottom lip and looks over at you.

“Tee,” He repeats, “It never gets old.” 

Though there were complications after her birth, your daughter didn’t let it stop her from progressing and hitting every milestone she should be with flying colors, walking, talking, dancing, singing, and making beats apparently. She was tiny, but mighty.

She took her first two steps on her own just a few days ago. Fresh out of the bath, in her diaper, in her room, you and Yoongi were laid down on the floor on opposite sides of the carpet making her crawl back and forth between you. Giggling and babbling like crazy, because you could never get her to shut up, she was having the time of her life. Avoiding bedtime was always a blast- and something that happened often.

Yoongi was the one to pull her up to her feet, making her stand on her own for a few seconds assuming she’d plop down to her bottom like she usually would. However, your little powerhouse never let you know her next move, and she barrelled forward on her feet twice before she nearly toppled over. Yoongi lunged forward to catch her, mouth agape, staring at you in shock.

Profanities were shouted that made your daughter cackle as she shoved her fingers in her mouth. With tears welling in your eyes, you crawled over to their side and you praised her together, cursing yourself for not getting it on video. Laying in her fathers lap, gnawing happily on her thumbs, her eyes were full of utter love as she watched Yoongi kiss you on the cheek, and the two of you share laughs together.

“Do I know this song?” Jimin asked the collective, glancing around at everyone in the dimly lit living room. Taking a second to listen, there were a couple vague answers thrown out, but Namjoon was ready to start a discussion over it. That was until your daughter let go of the table and plopped down on her bottom, making everyone react with a playful sound.

“Whoops!” Came from Hobi, and a, “That hurt,” Came from Jimin.

“Oh, no, she doesn’t care,” You say with zero reaction to your daughter toppling over. Your expression didn’t even change, your daughter was like Rocky, no matter how many times she’s fallen over or scared herself, she would get right back up again. “I think the first time she fell while trying to walk, she laughed at herself,” You smile at her as she looks over at you from the floor, “Talking about you, you tiny psycho. She’s fearless.” 

The group fell into a discussion regarding Jungkook, and how he compared to your daredevil of a child. When Yoongi stepped back into the room, Jin was quick to crack a paternity test joke, one that Yoongi laughed at. Spotting your daughter crawling on the floor toward Taehyung, Yoongi swooped around the couches and scooped her up, suffocating her with kisses to her cheeks.

“Boys… Sunny,” He gave your best friend a sweet smile, “This is mine.” He flashes them a gummy smile and squishes your girl's cheek against his, giving them a clear side by side of how she was his little twin. Her feet started to kick to the beat of the music, another indication that she was Yoongi’s.

“Wait, baby, what is this song?” You ask him in a hushed voice, letting your friends continue their jokes. Yoongi’s smile is smug for half a second until he gives your daughter a look, then holds her out to you. “I swear I’ve heard this before, is this new?”

“Not new,” He huffs, and you take your girl from him, “This song? It’s how you got that,” He winks, pointing to the baby bouncing on your knee. Feeling your cheeks turn pink, you turn your chin to see if anyone heard what he said, and without a doubt, they all heard him.

“Gross,” Jimin sneers with a grin.

“See, I wish you didn’t say that, I hate it now,” Namjoon says so calmly that it makes Sunny and Jin cackle. 

“Wait,” Taehyung speaks up, “What’d he say?” Looking at Sunny, he listens as she gives him the play by play, then when it clicks he gasps, “This is your sex song?!” Another round of laughter rips through the room. 

On your lap, your daughter copies the gasp she heard while she puts her left thumb in her mouth. Yoongi, who’s wearing a wicked grin, shakes his head shamefully and sits back down on the arm of the couch next to Jimin and Jungkook. The two boys, still tangled up around one another, were cracking jokes left and right mostly about the days you and Yoongi used to have.

“Oh, we wouldn’t find you guys for HOURS!” Jimin exclaims, holding onto Jungkook’s arms tight, “Even when we’re about to go onstage it’s… Uh oh, where’s Suga, where is he?”

“And we’d know EXACTLY where you were!” Jungkook answers the questions himself, swatting an arm at Yoongi’s legs. 

The volume in the room grew louder, Sunny now antagonizing the boys with more stories about overheard phone calls and times when the two of you would have to travel back and forth from the group. Trying your best to counteract and defend, the blush of your cheeks wasn’t doing a thing to help your case. You and Yoongi were helpless when they came at you guys like this, it was undeniable. 

“Maaa,” Was sung softly from your lap, your baby girl curling up into a ball against your stomach. Looking down at her, you smile and tilt your chin. Her eyes were getting heavier with each passing minute, the noise in the room not affecting her tiredness. She was used to falling asleep around the buzz, it was almost a regular thing for her since being able to travel way back in Vegas.

“My baaaby,” You sing back, lifting a hand to squish her cheeks together, “Are you sleepy?” You ask, raising your brows. Your daughter doesn’t babble back to you like she normally would, instead she keeps sucking on her thumb, each blink she takes getting longer and longer. 

From the corner of your eye you can see Yoongi watching you, his head having tilted a bit when yours did. A bout of laughter sounds through the room, Tahyung must’ve opened his mouth again, and the noise still had zero effect, she didn’t even jump. Giving your fiance a look, you smirk.

“Miss FOMO needs to go to bed,” You say quietly. Yoongi looks surprised, rising to his feet to come to your side.

“Really? With Jungkook in the room?” He jokes, and reaches down to scoop her up. Within seconds she’s laying her head down on her fathers shoulder and gripping the collar of his shirt with a tiny fist.  The other is wrapped around his back, holding on tight. It was like she knew which shoulder was the bad one, she always wanted to lay on the left, and cuddle with him there.

Adjusting the legs of her jumper, you tap her bottom and smile at Yoongi, unknowingly grabbing the attention of everyone in the living room.

“Aw, birthday girl leaving us?” Sunny asks.

“Wait, don’t go, let me kiss her,” Jungkook says in a hurry, jumping to his feet. He nearly trips over Jimin, about to land headfirst on the coffee table as he rushes over to Yoongi to say some quiet words to your daughter who gave him the biggest smile.

“Yeah,” You fake pout, meeting all of their eyes, “I’m surprised, she can usually party all night.”

“Sometimes we’ll be up until like two in the morning,” Yoongi agrees with you, rolling his eyes, “It’s just been a long day, right?” He says to your girl, kissing her on the cheek.

“Ugh,” Sunny groans, making a face like she was in pain, “It’s too cute,” She says, looking over at you, “Make it stop, please.” Laughing with a breath, you rub Yoongi’s back and nod.

“Come on,” You say just for him, and start toward the stairs. There’s a chorus of sweet goodbyes that follows you to the doorway.

“Want me to have a drink ready for you when you come down?” Sunny calls after you. Whipping around with wide eyes and a silly smile, you nod maniacally and she points at you with confirmation.

Yoongi changed her, Yoongi dressed her, but Yoongi let you feed her and put her in her crib. That was the nighttime routine, you were always the one to feed her. 

She never latched in the hospital back when she was born, so there wasn’t a need for tricky transitions from breastmilk to formula, or other forms of feeding her… But, Yoongi knew how much it meant to you to have that kind of bond with her, it was hard when she couldn’t, and almost refused to try to breastfeed. So he lets you give her her bottles, almost every time.

In the dark with her door cracked open, you could hear the low chatter of your friends and the pulse of the music playing, now something off of Hoseok’s new album. It was like it was a lullaby for her because it didn’t even take ten minutes to rock her to sleep. 

“Oh, she’s exhausted,” Yoongi whispers, pinned to your side as you lay her down on the pale peach sheets, covering her with a small, thin blanket gifted to her from Jungkook for her birthday last year. It was her favorite blanket.

Turning your head to look at him, you sigh. Your eyes flicker to his lips, and like a magnet, yours were drawn to him in seconds. Facing him, you slip your arms around his shoulders and take a deep breath, releasing it when your lips part. Yoongi lifts his chin to kiss your forehead as you lower your head with your eyes shut.

“Can we just go to our room,” You whisper, and he laughs, “She’ll be our excuse, we can be quick, they’ll never know.” Yoongi brings a finger beneath your jaw and lifts it so your eye level with him.

“They’ll know,” His tone is flat, making you laugh this time, “They always know.” Sighing heavily, you gaze at him happily, feeling incredibly grateful in this moment to be blessed with a fiance unlike any other, and to share a little mini that was each half of you. 

His eyes are full of just as much love as he leans in to kiss the tip of your nose, and when he opens his mouth to speak, you think it’s going to be something sweet. Instead, it’s something that nearly makes you howl with laughter.

“When are Jungkook and Jimin gonna cut the bullshit?” He asks with utter seriousness. Biting down on your bottom lip as you hold in the sound you’d like to make, you shake your head.

“I thought the same thing,” You whisper, your shoulders bouncing, “Maybe if we get them drunk they’ll crack.” Narrowing your eyes with suspicion, Yoongi’s widen with a smile.

“It’s Kook’s birthday,” He whispers back, “Let’s go get them obliterated, I need them to say something.” 

For another two and a half hours your friends stayed and made absolute fools of themselves. Your daughter's room was right above the kitchen, so the party was contained to the living room, the space turning into a mess the moment everyone was two drinks deep. 

Ever since Vegas when you told Sunny you never drank in front of your little one, everybody started to follow that rule out of respect for you and Yoongi. Drinks were had once she was asleep, or when she wasn’t around attending an event with you, so once your feet hit the hardwood in front of the steps, Sunny was shoving a glass of wine into your hands.

For a while you were entertained by Hobi and Jungkook, the two of them dancing to the songs Yoongi was playing. He was playing BTS on purpose, tricking them into doing choreography, old and new, depriving Jungkook the satisfaction of performing That That for everybody.

Sitting on his lap, tucked into his chest with a drink in your hand, his arms were wrapped around you so you had a clear view of his phone screen. Scrolling through the group's discography, you tapped on Dark & Wild and played War of Hormone, cutting off the modest Permission to Dance choreo. Both boys froze and snapped their heads to glare at you with utmost shock.

“NO!” Jungkook shouts, twisting his eyebrows together as he glances around the room to study the music. He was still holding the pose from where he was interrupted.

“Come on, Golden Maknae!” You giggle, and with his smile he pulls a look of worry.

“I’m drunk!” He argues, turning to Hoseok who was only walking through the dance, “See! It’s old, he doesn’t remember it either!” Gesturing to his dance captain wildly, Jungkook’s eyes boggle toward you.

“Ah!” Jimin and Taehyung both grumble from the floor, leaping onto their feet. Hurrying behind the two struggling to piece together old memories, the best friends sing along and start dancing perfectly.

“How can you forget!?” Jimin says to Jungkook, glaring at him. The youngest eyes him up and down, not even hiding the fact that he just checked him out.

“I don’t,” Jungkook pouts, bouncing his knees once in protest. Jimin shakes his head as he dances, grooving closer to the boy in front of him, teasing him a bit.

“Come on birthday boy,” Jimin winks, reaching his hands out to tickle his sides. Stumbling backward, Jungkook laughs and pushes his hands away. Like it was a cue to get away, Taehyung stops his dancing and grabs Hoseok’s arms, tugging him to the couch so the other two boys were the focus.

“Here we go,” Jin sighs, putting a hand on Sunny’s thigh. She was still nestled into his side, having been there nearly all day. Looking at them over your shoulder, you smile.

“It’s gonna happen,” You mouth, and she grins.

“You’re going to allow this?” Namjoon asks Taehyung, looking at him over top of Hobi’s head. The two had toppled onto the couch next to him, watching the boys eagerly. It was like their superbowl. Taehyung scowls at him.

“‘Course,” He says quietly. No one wanted to disturb the two who were in the middle of a fist fight right now. “They’re made for each other.”

His words make you smile. You’ve heard that one before.

A couple of minutes roll by with Jungkook and Jimin messing around with one another. It took them some time to realize the room had grown quiet and that they were being watched. They noticed when Jimin was holding behind Kook’s head with his fingers knitted in his hair. Jungkook had his arms lazily around Jimin’s waist as they peered to the side at the audience taking them in. You can only imagine the way everyone was gazing at them, waiting with anticipation for it to go down.

Not a word was shared, nor was there a change of expression. You were the last one that Jungkook looked at, and when he saw your tiny smile and hopeful eyes, he knew. 

They turned to one another at the same time, closed the air between their bodies and, finally, kissed each other.

Anyone else would've thought it literally was the superbowl with the way every single one of you cheered. Arms were thrown in the air, drinks were spilled, it was like celebrating the end of a war. 

Jungkook wrapped his arms around Jimin's waist tighter, towering over the boy, tipping him backward as they kissed before parting with a smile that was miles wide. Jimin, laughing like crazy, placed his hands to either side of Kook’s face and shook his head slowly. He bit his lip and looked over at all of you going crazy. 

“You guys are cute,” He says, taking a deep breath turning back to Jungkook who was starting to laugh, “They think that’s the first one.”

“What!” Comes out of everyone’s mouth, and the happy cheering goes sarcastically sour. Taehyung however was wearing a devious grin, looking at his friends with glee.

“You knew this?” Jin shrieks, and Sunny shouts something of sort. Hobi pushes Taehyung off of him and joins in Sunny’s shouting while Namjoon looks over to you and Yoongi with wide eyes.

As chaos ensues, there’s a sound from the baby monitor on the coffee table that makes your heart sink.

“Fuck,” You mutter, sitting forward to grab it. Leaning back on Yoongi’s chest, laying your head against his cheek, you bring the monitor up to your ear and hear your baby whining. Peeking at the screen, you can see she’s kicking her legs and rubbing her face with her hands. 

“I’ll get it,” Yoongi says to you. Taking the monitor out of your hands, Yoongi scoops you off his lap as he stands to his feet and plops you on the couch where he was just sitting, dropping the monitor back on your lap.

“You sure?” You ask, crinkling your brow, subtle guilt stirring in your chest. Lowering his, he leans over and kisses you quickly.

“Yes,” He whispers, then gestures to the glass in your hand insinuating he knew he needed to do this, “Make sure Hobi and Jin don’t murder Tae.” 

It’s impossible for you to focus on anything else, though. The moment your fiance is upstairs you’re all ears listening to him talk to your daughter with the sweetest tone. Your eyes are glued to the screen, watching him take her out of the crib and wander around the room as he bounces her to lull her back to sleep. He glances at the tiny camera a couple of times, and in the tiny black and white screen you can see him grow a smug smile. Though he couldn’t see you, he knew you were watching him.

Pressing kisses to her cheek once she’s back to sleep, he lays her down slowly, afraid to wake her, and once she’s out of his arms he leans toward the camera and gives you a goofy smile.

“Creeper,” He says, then laughs at himself, making you chuckle, “I love you,” He blows you a kiss, then his voice lowers to a dangerous tone, one that could lead to you make another one of what he just put back to sleep, “Sneak up here.”

It was your daughter's birthday, Jungkook's birthday even, but you were about to be celebrating like it was your own.

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Oh wow this is awesome! I freaking LOVE Tokyo revengers! And you're black too!

Culd u write more with black!reader and Mikey? I her they'd be so cute. More of my fave lazy dangerous man and his oral fixation! F*cking LOVE HIM!

Black!Reader x Mikey

OMG PLS @delightfulmakertidalwave, BBY YOU'RE SO SEGGSY FOR REQUESTING THIS #BLACKGIRLMAGIC

I hope this is what you were looking for!

Can I just say that I bark everytime I see this man? Anyways minors dni or your mom's a hoe 😢🤡

ミ❤️ Mikey + black woman = eternal happiness. He's so happy to have caught someone like you, he worships the ground you walk on. You're his goddess, he can't help but adore you.

ミ❤️ He brags about you all the time, just your smile makes his heart clench. Honestly, he loves everything about you, the way the sun highlights your skin. Your lashes that touch the sky, the golden highlights, your lips that are naturally plump and pouty. Your kinky, puffy hair.

ミ❤️ Oh lord, he loves your hair. He begs to watch you do your hair all the time, he even offers to help. He evens saves up his money to pay for your next hair appointment, only if he gets to pick the next style.

ミ❤️ He seems like the type to love curly pigtails or goddess locs, it does upset him a little that he can't play with your hair, but seeing you all done up like a doll, his heart might explode.

ミ❤️ He also loves your afro! He loves messing with your fro, asking how you got it in that shape, what products you use, how long did it take to style it. Why are you so pretty?

ミ❤️ He forces you to do his hair, Draken is grateful that someone else can deal with Mikey on a daily rather than it all falling on him, needless to say, Draken loves you.

ミ❤️ Wash day always lasts a couple of days, after washing and styling your hair you work on Mikey's. Mikey's hair is always matted for some reason, like always? it's like he doesn't brush his hair at all...

ミ❤️ He also doesn't sit still so he receives pops to his head with the comb.

"Y/n-chann~ that hurt"

"Stop moving ya' damn head then."

ミ❤️ Whines a lot. It's like doing a child's hair. So, you have to get creative.

ミ❤️ You'll give him snacks while he sits on the floor in between your spread legs. He likes lifting your bare legs up, putting them on his shoulders and locking them by the ankles. You part his hair, applying his favorite your leave in conditioner while gently detangling his hair.

ミ❤️ Like said before in the previous Mikey headcannon, he has a huge oral fixation, the entire time he's kissing and sucking on your bare leg. Biting the fleshy meat of your thighs, he loves leaving bite marks. It's a way of claiming you.

"Stop it— tryna do your hair here.."

"Can't help it bunny, you're addicting."

ミ❤️ He makes sure that whenever you're alone you never have any pants on so he can see his marks he made previously.

ミ❤️ After you finish his hair he litters your body and face with kisses thanking you for being such an angel. He mutters against your neck about a reward, knowing damn well it's for his own guilty pleasure.

ミ❤️ He starts leaving marks on your entire body, anywhere and everywhere he can get his mouth on.

ミ❤️ Majority of the time it's on your succulent breasts, he loves them.

ミ❤️ He also loves gripping your ass, please sit on his lap, chest, back, he loves feeling your plush cheeks on top of him.

ミ❤️ Doesn't care if you're plus size, skinny, slim thick, put that ass on him ✊🏿

ミ❤️ BTW, you smell like really good and he loves that.

ミ❤️ Mikey asked why you always smelt so nice, you decided to share your secrets and took him to bath and body works to use a gift card you got for your birthday, since then he got hooked.

ミ❤️ That same day you introduced him to Shea butter, fuck he loves it.

ミ❤️ He always goes out to bath and body works before bath time. He loves colorful bath bombs, he makes sure to get a different bath bomb each time, it's like he's collecting them.

ミ❤️ Oh god, he loves the shower gels and the body lotions. Anything that smells like sweet, he picks.

ミ❤️ He seems like the type to love sugar pancakes or the blueberry scent?

ミ❤️ When you guys take baths together he always has some sort of toy in there. A rubber ducky or something along those lines.

ミ❤️ You're behind him caressing him massaging his scalp, he lays in-between the crack of your breasts while he relaxes, taking about random things that come to mind while you hum a response.

ミ❤️ He'll turn around, shifting the water in the tub, some of the water falling out hitting the ground.

ミ❤️ He'll massage and kiss all over your neck and breast, sucking on them like milk will come out. Don't stop caressing his scalp, it feels so good.

ミ❤️ You'll be in that tub forever if he had it his way, never leaving your breasts out of his mouth for too long. Only to mutter soft praises and "I love you"

ミ❤️ It's his job to cover your body in shea butter and lotion.

ミ❤️ You never agreed to this 🙄

ミ❤️ He loves feeling the jiggle of your skin underneath his hands. Spends too much time moisturizering your ass 😕

ミ❤️ He'll stand behind you kissing your shoulder, he's just a needy baby. Putting the product on his hands, rubbing them together to produce a little heat as well as spreading the protect out before lathering your body.

ミ❤️ He's marveled at the way the lotion feels on your breasts. He pinches and pulls your nipples earning a soft slap on his hands.

ミ❤️ You kicked him out of the bathroom and finished the rest by yourself

ミ❤️ He cried

ミ❤️ You do his skin care before heading to bed. Always cuddling, hes small spoon most of the time. He loves to be babied.

ミ❤️ He sleeping in-between your breasts with his legs wrapped around yours.

ミ❤️ You wake up with his head in your shirt and like 10 new hickeys you didn't have before....

ミ❤️ Now this might be just me but I think Mikey likes having you suck on his fingers or he sucks on yours?

ミ❤️ I just think he gets a rush off of it, it's something so innocent that can be taken sexual, he loves it.

ミ❤️ He also loves when you mark him like he does to you, he'll take off his shirt and let you go to town. Your plush lips, all glossy from the lip gloss that coated the brown lip liner you put on earlier. You'll kiss up his happy trail leaving kiss marks and bites in his waist, sucking his toned body.

ミ❤️ He'll rub your breast or suck on your finger while you work.

ミ❤️ You'll make it up to his pecs(pls that's a weird word) and start sucking on them as well, you bite on his nipple with your canines earning a soft groan from his lips.

ミ❤️ For sure has sensitive nipples, idgaf.

ミ❤️ You'll mark up his neck leaving shiny brown kiss marks all over his body.

ミ❤️ He loves seeing you like this, you practically have heart eyes when you look up at him. Your lip liner and gloss smudged, a line of drool seeping from the corner of your mouth.

ミ❤️ It's absolutely adorable.

ミ❤️ Back to being wholesome 😕

ミ❤️ Mikey makes it his mission to learn about your culture and upbringing, teach him everything.

ミ❤️ Brotha woke ✌️

ミ❤️ He'll beat anybody's ass if they even mutter something about you. Doesn't matter the age, come catch this fade.

ミ❤️ He's so overprotective of you, it's crazy. It's just because he loves you so much, he wants to be the best boyfriend he can be for you.