#his smile sparkles a little bc he got that from his dad's side okay

[dellalyra]

i get to shy to ask bUTT idk if this is weird but maybe for family formation series reader is in danger OR the fam welcoming baby gojo and reader into the family ?? idk either would be a fun idea

A/N: PLEASE don't be shy to ask getting requests makes me so unbelievably happy you've no idea and I know you said or but... I'm gonna do both of these requests bc I love them both sm :):) i hope u enjoy this one and I’ll post the other one later in the week!!! Thank u sm for these <3 I like doing this series bc it feels like a nice escape from the trauma the manga provides :):)

Summary: The newest addition to the patchwork family arrives, and is welcomed with open arms.

CW: childbirth, pregnancy, fluff, just adorable found family stuff, mild swearing, mentions of Tsumiki being cursed, lots and lots of love.

Recommended Listening:

Can’t Take My Eyes off You - Frankie Valli (Everyone meets Akio/general vibe)

I Hear A Symphony - Cody Fry (Megumi meets Akio, from Satoru’s POV)

A Kiss to Build A Dream On - Louis Armstrong (the ending)

Masterlist

Family Formation Part Seven

13 hours of labour later, a 56cm, 8lb 5oz, white-haired, sparkling blue-eyed bundle of love was laid in your arms. Exhausted, sore, and sweaty but so full of endorphins it all seems trivial. Satoru had been by your side for the full 13 hours, refusing to eat because you couldn’t, laying behind you supporting your back and giving endless encouragement and finally catching your long-awaited baby boy. You had made a list of names throughout your pregnancy and the second you both laid eyes on your son, there was no other name needing consideration, Akio was perfect.

Satoru had cried (a lot) when his baby boy was put into his arms for the first time as Shoko stitched him up and cleaned him. You had point-blank refused to have anyone except Shoko deliver your baby, which was a smart choice given that this child was the amalgamation of the strongest sorcerer and a sorceress wielding one of the most powerful innate cursed techniques- plus, she was your best friend.

After his first bath and being wrapped in the blanket your great-grandmother had made, Akio was settled into your arms as Satoru went to announce the arrival of his darling boy to the people in the waiting room.

He came in and asked if you were ready for visitors and as tired as you were, you couldn’t wait another moment for Akio to meet his family. Your mom was out of the country and rushing home as you were in labour, dropping all sorcery diplomacy and running to her daughters’ side.

‘Let them in one at a time ‘toru.’ You say as he opens the door and calls in the person who you wanted him to meet first.

A spiky head of raven hair appears in the doorway. You smile and tilt the bundle in your arms to face him. “Gumi, I’d like you to meet your baby brother, Akio Ryu Tadashi Gojo.”

Somehow despite the 9 months’ notice, Megumi seems completely shocked.

“Holy shit, he’s real.” He looks between you and Gojo, who laughs a little at the reaction.

“Yeah kiddo, he’s very real. The bruises on my hand from your mom’s squeezing are the painful proof!” He says, waving his slightly blue wrist.

“Shut up, mom did all the real work. Are you okay? Is he okay? Do you need anything?”

“We’re both fine sweet boy, I’m sore but I did just push out a human so I’m sore. Come closer, honey. He wants to see you.”

Megumi grimaces at the thought of your pain, and also with the awkward teenage boy reaction to childbirth. He slowly moves closer, as if him moving to fast will cause the baby to shatter like glass.

“He looks like you, mom.” He says.

“You think? He’s got your dad’s colourings.”

“Nah, he’s too pretty to look anything like dad.”

You let out a huff of laughter as your husband acts out a wound in his chest on your other side.

“Do you want to hold him?”

“Uh… okay.”

The nerves have spiked in him so you scoot over to make room for him to sit on the bed beside you.

“Okay so put your arms like this, and make sure you hold his pretty little head.” Satoru says as he lifts Akio from you and places him into Megumi’s stiff arms. You smile at how cautious your husband is, you’ve been raised surrounded by children and babies so this all feels like second nature to you.

“Hey ‘lil man. I’m Megumi. I’m your brother I guess. I’m gonna show you some really cool stuff when you grow up, and make sure your dad doesn’t turn you into a clone of himself.” Megumi says to the blinking eyes of the baby he holds. You can tell he doesn’t know what to say, so you wrap you arm around your two sons.

“Megumi is gonna be the best big brother, he can show you his shikigami and show you all the cool music and read you the best books. He’s gonna keep you real safe too.” You say.

There’s silence for a minute as Megumi just looks at the baby.

“Tsumiki would have been so excited about you. She was – is, my big sister. So I guess yours too. I hope she meets you someday.” The slight hitch in his voice shows that holding his baby brother is making him realise how Tsumiki must have felt.

“You will meet her, Akio, and she’s gonna love you so much. Just how she loves Megumi.” You kiss the side of his head, and Gojo squeezes his arm around the boys broad shoulders, for once Megumi leans into him and doesn’t push him away.

“Eh, Nobara told me that you give gifts to the baby when they’re born. So I made something. It’s in my bag on the ground if you wanna grab it.”

Satoru leans down and opens it and freezes. He turns to you and pulls out a book. He sits on your other side and lays the book on your lap for you both to see.

In Megumi’s beautiful tidy cursive, on the cover, is written ‘Your Family’ and ask you open it you see photos he must have taken of you, Satoru, himself, Tsumiki, your parents, Yuuji and Nobara, Shoko and Nanami, Yaga and in one photo, in the corner you notice Geto, smiling with his arm around Gojoy, you had both discussed that you would raise your kid to know about his Uncle Geto as the man he was in high school, before the world became too much for him. Yaga makes an appearance too, along with Utahime and the second years. There’s wedding photos from you and Satoru’s big day, ones you remember Shoko taking in high school, photo’s you’ve never seen before from your pregnancy, ones of you and Satoru on missions. You realise that there’s an ‘introduction’ to each family member on each page and you begin to sob reading them.

“Oh shit, I didn’t know you’d cry.” Megumi says, panicking he’d upset you.

“Oh no sweetheart, it’s happy tears. I love it so much, it’s so beautiful. I can’t believe you did this, he can keep it forever now. Thank you, darling boy.” There’s tears in Gojo’s eyes too, behind his small sunglasses as he sweeps you 3 into a hug in his long arms.

“Um, it’s okay, I’m glad you like it. Figured he’d need a roadmap to navigate this mess.” He smirks. “Are you gonna let the others in?”

“Should we FaceTime Yuuta?” Satoru asks.

“No it will be 3am for him, we’ll ring him later. Akio’s not going anywhere.” You say, making sure your newest stray child gets his sleep is important.

“Satoru, godfather next.” You say and Satoru opens the door and waves his hand.

In walks Nanami, suit jacket draped over his arm and glasses tucked into his pocket.

“Akio! This is your Uncle Nanamin!” Satoru joyful waves between the two of them, and the tick in Kento’s jaw makes you laugh, he walks over to you on the bed, Akio now back in your arms and Megumi on the armchair beside you, Satoru standing just staring at his son.

“Congratulations, Y/N, Satoru. You did wonderfully. Was he a healthy size?” Nanami asks, practical as ever.

“8lbs 5oz and 56cm, he got his father’s height.” You say, looking at your towering man.

“And his hair and eyes, but he definitely looks like you, Y/N. He’s too cute to look like Gojo.” He says.

“Is everyone going to say that? I – am offended.” Satoru says pointing at Nanami. You laugh and you hear Megumi snort.

“Kento, we were hoping to ask you a question now you’re here.” You say, looking to Satoru, wanting him to ask.

“We were hoping that you wouldn’t just be Uncle Nanamin, but maybe you would be godfather Nanamin?” He says making a theatrical gesture towards the baby.

For once, the smile on Nanami’s face isn’t hidden.

“I would be honoured, Akio. But please, call me Uncle Kento. I presume Shoko is the godmother.”

“Godmother and doctor who delivered him.” You nod.

Nanami lifts a box from behind him.

“A gift for my godson.” He hands it to Satoru who wastes no time in opening the gift and goes “Wow! That’s so cool!” before he shows it to you, it’s a beautiful wooden box with ‘keepsakes’ engraved on the front.

“Oh Nanami, it’s wonderful, thank you so much! I love it.”

“Of course, shall I let the next guests in?”

He turns and calls in Yuuji and Nobara, who push past each other to get through the door first and you can hear the bickering.

The both gasp when they enter the room.

“Sensei! Y/N! That’s a baby!” Yuuji exclaims and Nobara’s mouth hangs open.

“Great observation Itadori.” Megumi smirks.

“No it’s just like – wow, you made a whole person! Well like a small one but still a person! It’s crazy!” He almost jumps toward you and stares through big brown eyes as Nobara skips toward you.

“Oh my god Sensei he’s so cute!!! His tiny hands!! And feet!! And nose!! What’s his name?? You’re so amazing Y/N!” She says. These two are definitely a different speed from the other two visitors in the room.

“His name is Akio.” You smile.

“Are you okay Y/N? Did it hurt really bad? Is there a way we can help?”

“I’m okay, Yuuji, and the pain was worth it.”

A mouth appears on Yuuji’s face.

“Hmph, the Gojo spawn has arrived I see. You’re stronger than I expected, woman.”

A chorus of ‘shut up Sukuna’ echoes across the room. But you look directly at his cheek and say,

“Thank you, Ryomen.” He sneered and retreated.

“I got you these Y/N!” Yuuji’s smile takes over his whole face as he hands you a huge bouquet of peony roses.

“I remember Gojo was talking about how they’re your favourites but the flower lady laughed when I asked for penises, and Nobara really died laughing so she told me they’re called Peonies.” You and Satoru burst into hysterical laughter at the thought of Itadori asking a florist for penises.

“They are my favourite, thank you honey, they’re so beautiful. Nanami, would you mind putting them in some water for me?” You say and he takes the flowers from Yuuji and you give him a kiss on the cheek.

Nobara whisks out a huge gift bag and says,

“I went shopping and bought some cute baby clothes! Look at these dungarees, they have tiny lions on them!” She shoves the bag at Satoru who nearly tumbles at its size, proving she went way overboard.

“You two are both so sweet, thank you guys. You’re both gonna make great babysitters.”

They both squeal and move to sit on the arms of the chair beside Megumi.

The next people to come in were the second years, Inumaki saying ‘Tsuna!’ As soon as he saw the baby and giving you a thumbs up and pat on the head. Panda began crying because the baby was so cute and small, and Maki immediately asked how you were, telling you she is amazed by your strength and how great you are for delivering a whole child. Toge and Panda had pitched together to buy Akio a stuffed panda and a jellycat riceball. And Maki, in very Maki fashion, brought diapers and wipes. Shoko came to the door next, returning from a rest after delivering your son.

“Mei Mei’s crows just dropped these off, they’re from Utahime and her.” You smiled taking the bags from her. Utahime was on a mission at the moment and couldn’t make it down to see you, but had sent you a beautiful card congratulations you and saying she was happy Satoru could do something right, and a beautiful box of postpartum beauty supplies, stretch mark cream and cooling eye patches included. Mei Mei also sent a card, with a set of the most expensive looking matching satin pyjamas for you and Akio.

Yaga also dropped by, clapping Satoru on the shoulder and whispering, “Well done, my boy.” To him, you knew this meant a lot to Satoru.

Your family had already given you your gift for your son, a cutting from a tree from your family home that your great great great great grandmother planted when her first child was born, using your families innate inherited technique. The tree bloomed soft blue flowers year round, no matter the weather and always seemed to faintly glow at night.

The Gojo clan, they had sent the Gojo heirloom silver rattle which Satoru had once owned as a child. Your mother was due to arrive the following day, and you knew she would be spoiling her 3rd grandchild rotten and you too when she arrived. She loved Satoru, and he loved her, so she was going to stay with you both for a week to help you both ease into the life of new parents, and Satoru couldn’t have squeezed and hugged her tighter when she offered.

After another half an hour, Satoru notices you yawning, with Akio asleep in his arms.

“Okay momma is tired everyone it is time to leave now! You can all come back and fawn over how cute my mini me is some other time.”

After everyone wishes you goodbye and a final kiss on the head for Megumi, who you send back to his dorm with a quiet thank you again for the book, you, Satoru and Akio are left in the peaceful room surrounded by keepsakes and your peonies now on the table beside the bed.

You scoot over to let Satoru into the bed beside you, and he places Akio in the crib beside you both. He squirms under the blanket, careful to be very gentle with you, knowing you’re still tender and aching. He wraps an arm gingerly across your stomach and presses soft kisses into your hairline, you tilt your head up and kiss his soft perfect lips.

“He’s really here, our little boy.”

“Thank you, Y/N. You’re so incredible, I’m in awe of you, I never thought I could love anything as much as I love you and the kids.. Thank you for giving me a family.” He says, pointing to the handmade book beside you both.

“Thank you for making it possible, you deserve the world, ‘Toru.”

And with that, you both curl up, drifting off in each others arms listening to the soft breaths of the baby beside you.

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[ridiasfangirlings]

Ok ok but a mermaid AkiHida AU where Siren!Aki causes Sailor!Hidaka's ship to crash into random island because of no particular reason except the ship looked like a pirate ship.

Maybe Akiyama is the oldest of the royal mermaid family – imaginethis as like a counterpoint to the Little Mershimi AU, Akiyama isFushimi’s oldest brother and after Fushimi marries Yata the wholemerfamily settles themselves near the borders of Yata’s kingdom sothey can continue to dote on the youngest grumpy child. Akiyama setsup his space in like this really dangerous rocky pass that bordersthe edges of Yata’s kingdom, it’s a common spot for pirates andinvading armies to use to try and invade the kingdom. Akiyama is ofcourse a very duty-minded merman and considers this extremelyinappropriate, he intends to watch the area very diligently to makesure there are no illegal things going on. Also while Akiyama seemsto be a very even tempered and gentle merman he was actually bornwith like a rare gene that gives him the powers of a siren, he canlure people towards him with the sound of his voice and he tends touse that to trick ships into destroying themselves against the rocks(and he also possibly has a secret habit of checking out the sunkenships afterward and collecting all the chains and shackles that areaboard intended to be used for slaves or prisoners, only his brotherBenzai knows about Akiyama’s habit).

So one day a ship comes through the pass and Akiyama decides that itlooks very suspicious and needs to be investigated. The ship anchorsjust outside of the pass and Akiyama swims closer to try and seewhat’s going on. What he spots is a drunken guy with messy hairleaning on the ship’s railing and singing lewd songs about women’sbreasts, Akiyama decides that this certainly must be a pirate and heis therefore duty bound to destroy the ship. The next day he waits ona rock and as the ship gets closer he starts to sing to try and getit to swerve off course. The ship does end up swerving but then thereseems to be some confusion on board and Akiyama almost gets squishedby the erratic movements of the ship. As he’s trying to get to safetyhe locks eyes with someone on board, the same guy he saw hangingaround the railing the night before, and then a moment later that guygoes crashing into the sea all on his own. Against his betterjudgment Akiyama finds himself swimming down to save the guy,dragging him onto the nearest island. He intends to disappear backunder water after that but maybe he got a little injured in all themess and dragging himself back to the sea is difficult. That’s whenthe guy he saved stirs and suddenly grabs him roughly by the wrist,the guy’s eyes shining as he asks if he’s been saved by a realmermaid. He is highly disappointed a second later when he realizesthat Akiyama is all male and flat chested, Akiyama is like ‘I shouldhave let you drown, shouldn’t I.’

The guy introduces himself as Hidaka and says that he’s a trader, hewas bringing pineapples to Yata’s kingdom to try and sell them.Akiyama is very suspicious because he’s never heard of these…pineapples and besides pineapple begins with a p which is like piratetherefore Hidaka is probably a pirate. Hidaka laughs and tellsAkiyama that he’s a pretty funny mermaid…er, merman. Akiyamacrosses his arms and looks stern as he says that he’s in charge ofprotecting this part of the kingdom and he won’t let any pirates comein, his little brother is one of the Kings here and Akiyama won’t lethim come to harm. Hidaka’s all impressed by Akiyama’s big brotherinstinct, Hidaka has a little brother too and he knows what it’s likehaving to take care of someone like that. They end up bonding a bitover that (imagine Akiyama lovingly talking about what a grumpyasshole his little brother is, Hidaka feels like he should thinkAkiyama’s brother sounds terrible but instead there’s this weird urgeto meet him and become friends with him because the poor kid soundslonely okay). As they’re talking Hidaka notices that Akiyama’sstarting to look a little dried out and offers to help him back tothe ocean. Akiyama’s wary but he’s also having trouble breathingbeing out of the water so long and he allows Hidaka to push him backinto the water. Before Akiyama dives underwater Hidaka asks if thatwas Akiyama’s voice he heard before he fell off the ship, and thatAkiyama’s singing voice is really pretty.

So Akiyama swims off but now he’s all torn, like maybe he’s alwaysbeen self conscious about the siren thing and Hidaka’s the firstperson (besides doting daddy Munakata) to tell him that his voice isbeautiful. He’s discussing it with Benzai when Benzai asks if Akiyamatook Hidaka back to the mainland then, Akiyama’s like 'The mainland?’and Benzai’s like well, you didn’t just leave him alone on a smalluninhabited island in the middle of the ocean without any way off,right. Akiyama’s very displeased with himself for not considering thesituation thoroughly and now he has to decide what to do with Hidaka,like he’s pretty sure Hidaka’s not a pirate but he could beand also if Hidaka goes back to the main kingdom maybe Akiyama won’tever seen him again. He swims back to the island and it turns outthat Hidaka’s still there, having caught fish for something to eatbut he’s getting dehydrated. Akiyama gets some help from his siblingsto get Hidaka some water (Kamo hangs out at an inlet near a bakery alot and they give him a nice water bottle when he asks since he’salways sharing fish recipes with them) and Hidaka ruffles his hairand tells him that he’s a pretty nice guy, isn’t he. In the endAkiyama decides he has to do the proper thing and take Hidaka to themainland, feeling maybe a little crestfallen to see him go (exceptthen the next time Akiyama goes to visit Fushimi it turns out thatHidaka is like a distant cousin of Yata’s who was going to visit theroyal family along with selling his pineapples and they end uptalking more, Hidaka walking out into the shallows of the ocean justto see Akiyama).

[fairyoftbz]

spring tenderness | l. sangyeon

�� word count: 2.1k 🌱 pairing: dad!sangyeon x mom!reader 🌱 genre: tooth-rotting fluff, dad!au, very domestic! au 🌱 tw: mention of food, past pregnancies and breastfeeding 🌱 synopsis: just a cosy morning where you spend some time with your husband and your two boys, Hyungseo and Youngjae. (yes i took kevin and eric’s korean names, don’t ask) 🌱 a/n: i’m not used to write this kind of au but it was so soft and domestic, i’m pretty sure that sangyeon will be a good dad one day 🥺🥺💖 i’m tagging @staywithmoon bc you wanted to read it and i can only thank you for that bub! <33

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You smiled when childish laughter erupted from the garden, the sound warming your heart at your son's joy. The curtains in the children's bedroom filtered the sunlight, generating a subdued and colourful atmosphere. Your son was in a deep sleep, his tiny shut fists resting delicately at the sides of his head, his pacifier moving to the rhythm of his breathing. With the back of your finger, you tenderly stroke his cheek, a joyful smile on your lips.

You sighed lightly, remembering your husband's reaction the day you announced the good news. When you first learned that you were going to be a mother, you weren't sure what to think. Sangyeon's potential bad reaction terrified you, having no idea how well he was going to take this news. The weight had come off your shoulders as he fell to his knees in front of you, eyes sparkling with happiness and excitement, you knew you wanted to live this experience with your boyfriend by your side.

Three years have passed since that wonderful event, and it's safe to say you've never been happier. A beautiful, healthy little boy had joined your pair, and Sangyeon had become an overprotective father, always ready and prepared to take care of his son by relying on the many readings and Internet researches that he had completed during your pregnancy. While you were feeding your son or resting, he would transform into a man-of-all-work and help around the house. It took a huge weight off your shoulders, just like when he woke up instead of you to soothe your child who was struggling to sleep through the night, allowing you to sleep and recharge your batteries. Your husband made a great daddy and loved you and your son to death, showering you both with unconditional love.

You announced your second pregnancy on his birthday, a few weeks after returning from your honeymoon. You stumbled across a video in which a woman was giving her husband baby clothes for his birthday on social media, and you decided that it was a creative idea and did the same.

During all these years of living together and this new experience as parents, Sangyeon had decided that you were the one with whom he wanted to settle in and share his life, proposing to you two years after your son's birth. The preparation for this fabulous event had brought you together a lot, and your skills in relationship communication had evolved exponentially.

Here you are now in a life of four, living in a house with a dog and a garden, a place your oldest son loved almost more than his bedroom and his toys. He spent most of his time there when the weather was nice and warm, having fun playing soccer with his father. He also loved making angels when the snow was in abundance, the smile that radiated on his face filled you with the greatest happiness in the world.

Taking your new born son in your arms, you rocked him gently against you, feeling his warm body all wrapped up in his pyjamas against your chest. He struggled to open his eyes and let his dummy fall against his chest. He was so cute that you couldn't suppress a smile, your son returning almost instantly the second his eyes met yours. The big brown orbs he got from his father held a lot of love, and his little feet wriggled in excitement when you kissed his forehead.

"Did you sleep well, my little angel?" Your thumb stroked his cheek, and he continued to gaze at you in awe, your heart softening with tenderness as he let out a gurgle to answer. Gently fixing his position in your arms as his cheek rolled against your chest, his eyes still misted with sleep bored into yours as he slowly emerged from his slumber.

Opening the patio door to the balcony, you tightened your cardigan around yourself as a light wind blew, creating a slight chill in the comforting morning heat of late spring. Your eldest son was chasing a foam ball, your husband standing in front of the miniature goal that reached his thigh, purposefully missing the ball for your son to score.

"Goaaaaaaaal!" Your other son threw his little arms in the air and ran around the garden, your dog following him with his tail wagging. Sangyeon shrugged but smiled, amused by your son's attitude and enthusiasm. You smiled too from your spot on the balcony, gently cradling your other son in your arms. "Good job, Hyungseo!" Your husband looked around the living room for a short moment, looking for you, but he gave you a smile you couldn't imagine brighter when he noticed you up there, congratulating your son for his accomplishment, but the latter didn't hear you.

Once he finally stopped, breathless, Sangyeon walked over to him while chuckling, bending down to be at the same level with him. You watched your husband whisper something into your son's ear, who almost immediately looked up at you. You gave him a little wave with a smile, and he came running up, locating himself just below the balcony, a huge smile on his face.

"Hi Mom! Hi Youngjae!" He moved his small hands from side to side, and you gave him a flying kiss, Sangyeon lifting him from behind to settle him on his shoulders. He laughed as he kept waving, sending him a playful wink in return as you couldn't reach him. 

Your husband grabbed Hyungseo's hands and started running around the garden, still with him on his shoulders, a crystal-clear laugh falling from their lips as they were brimming with energy already so early in the morning. You walked down to the garden, and they stopped when they saw you, Hyungseo touching the ground again. He ran to you as you sat in a lounge chair, watching his younger brother with attentive eyes.

"Are you going to feed him, Mommy?" He asked, and you nodded, making sure your new born was comfortably positioned in your arms. "Come on Hyungseo, let's go make some bread and jam, hm? Youngjae needs to be calm to eat. We can come back to them as soon as we prepared breakfast, okay?" Your husband explained to your child, whose face immediately lit up at the mention of food. “Yesssss!" Your son exclaimed and clapped his tiny hands, Sangyeon gently pushing him inside the house. You looked up smiling, closing your eyes for a quick second as he kissed your lips. "I'll be back in 5 minutes," his hand came to cradle your cheek, and you nodded, enjoying the tender gesture.He kissed your forehead before striding towards the kitchen, closing the sliding door behind him.

You took the opportunity to breastfeed your son, who had his tiny hand resting against your chest, trying to cling onto his food source as your two other boys bustled about and laughed in the kitchen. Your thumb stroked his chubby cheek and you beamed, the tightness you felt in your breast from the milk not being able to compete with the happiness that bloomed in your heart.

"Here you go Mommy," your son's frail voice reached your ears again as your gaze stared into space for a brief moment out of exhaustion, your hand still against your child's face. Hyungseo was holding a tall glass of juice with his two hands, Sangyeon appearing again, balancing three plates in his hands. He put two on his side and one at the other end of the table where Hyungseo usually sat. You kissed your son on the forehead as a thank you and took a few sips, feeling the sweet, pulpy liquid run down your neck and quench your thirst.

"Breakfast served for the best mom in the world," he handed you a plate with two slices of toasted bread spread with butter and honey cut into small squares, smiling at the fact that he had thought about you and your health. "Thank you very much honey," he kissed the top of your head and watched for a few moments Youngjae in your arms as he suckled quietly, his finger caressing his tiny, plump arm. "He's just as handsome as his mother," Sangyeon muttered before looking up at you, a tender smile on his face. You kissed him again, this time on the cheek, your heart going fuzzy at the notable sweetness and sincerity behind his words. 

Your husband sat down with Hyungseo and began to enjoy breakfast, chatting and exchanging looks with great affection. You had never been so complete, and you could only thank life for making your path cross with Sangyeon's. He gave you a wink and quickly wiped off the chocolate spread that decorated the corner of your son's mouth with his finger before bringing it to his own mouth, the latter asking a lot of questions about his little brother and his health. 

He was indeed going through the phase when curiosity was the only thing on his mind, your husband sometimes losing patience as your son wondered about anything and everything. Fortunately, he hadn't yet been amazed at how he and his little brother were created and brought into the world, but it won't be long in coming.

"Mommy! Are you coming to play with Daddy and me?" Hyungseo ran to the rocking chair in which you always fed Youngjae, your eldest child stroking his little brother's skull with his hand. "No Hyungseo, leave Mommy alone, she needs some rest. Nourishing a child can get pretty exhausting for your mother, but she will come and play soon," Sangyeon explained as he carried the plates to the kitchen, his body in the glass doorway. He nodded to his son to follow him, and he obeyed, a sad pout decorating his lips. "Honey, I'll come and play with you after I put Youngjae to bed for a nap, okay?" Sorrow left your son's eyes almost immediately, beaming as he heard his father call him from the kitchen. "Come on, go help Daddy with the dishes. Mommy promises to take care of you as soon as possible," he trotted back to your chair and pressed his lips on your cheek in a slobbery kiss before running to the kitchen. 

You chuckled through your nose when you heard Sangyeon scold him for running around barefoot before shifting your attention back to your son, who was looking at you with a lot of admiration in the eyes. Giving him a lovely smile, your thumb came to caress his cheek again, a wave of relief flooding your chest as he finally let go of your breast. After you burped him, you were about to go upstairs to change his diapers, but Sangyeon emerged from the kitchen right at the same time, smiling at the sight of you cradling your son on your shoulder.

"It's okay, I'll take care of it," he winked at you before taking his son from your arms and kissing him on the forehead, Hyungseo walking up to you to hug you, his little arms struggling to wrap themselves around your thighs. "Come on, Hyungseo, let's brush our teeth and then we'll play, okay?" He nodded, still leaning against you, and you took his hand, leading him to the second floor, following the same path your husband had taken a few seconds ago. 

Being the big boy he wanted to be and in a hurry to get back to playing with his foam ball, your oldest awkwardly brushed his teeth on his own, putting toothpaste all over his face and fingers. You lowered yourself to his level and showed him the right movements he needed to do to brush his teeth properly. Sangyeon was in the corner of the room, a smile on his lips as he changed your son's diapers, moved by the attention you paid to your children's education. He gently wiped Youngjae clean and tickled his belly once he was done clipping the press studs of his bodysuit, your son immediately giggling at his father.

"Everything's good, you can go back to play, but don't run down the stairs," you ruffled your son's hair with a tender hand, Hyungseo dashing outside the bathroom. You were about to raise your voice, but you listened to him go down the stairs one by one with a content smile, satisfied that he obeyed you. "Thank you," you mumbled, wanting to take your son off the baby-changing table, but Sangyeon was quicker.

"You already carry him all day, let me relieved your back and take care of him," you rested his head on his shoulder as he hugged your son, feeling a hand cling to your cheek, making you laugh as Youngjae also wanted to participate in this moment of tenderness. "Come on, let's go downstairs before our other one gets all jealous," you chuckled before kissing your son then husband, letting him grab some sunglasses and a little hat for your son. 

Grazing the railing with your fingertips, you sighed with ease, feeling loved and cared for by the three men who lived in your house. You used to have many doubts and insecurities about motherhood, but your husband's help and support had erased them all. You were happy to be a mom, and nothing could change that.

[berrynarrybanana]

pink lemonade

A/n: I...had a cliche moment of I wrote this and it got deleted bc my computer had a hissy fit while I was trying to find a good pic to use. All I want to say is that I spent weeks agonizing over this piece because I wasn’t sure that it was good enough and that it touched on bi!reader as much as it should. I started it out in Harry’s POV and it kind of just took off from there. This is very heavily based off a song from one of my favorite bands. It’s called pink lemonade by the wombats and it really gave me inspiration to write this whole fic and for my reader and flatmate!h. I hope that I did this justice, because as a bi woman, I know how little representation we get in media and in fics. So thank you to the beautiful @bopbopstyles and @harrysclementines for hosting a challenge that made me feel included. I really appreciate and love you both so much! 

warnings: smut, drug use mention, angst, harry’s pov

word count: 4.3k+

Please enjoy and feel free to tell me what you think! 

Friday Night 

Harry remembers the day he met his flatmate. 

She was a little shorter than him, but her personality definitely made her seem much taller. She had her hair up in a messy bun, her Rolling Stones shirt tucked in, and her jeans cuffed at the bottom. She introduced herself to him with a dazzling smile and a witty joke about being a stereotypical bisexual being. It made him laugh, pulling her into a hug (after asking her permission) because they were going to be flatmates and she needed to know he was a hugger. He didn’t want to start off on an awkward note with a person he would be spending so much time with. He suggested they order some pizza and drink wine on the floor of their living room on their first night. 

Their furniture hadn’t been delivered or moved in yet, so they had to settle for putting a few of y/n’s pillows under their bums while they watched comedy specials on Harry’s laptop. A majority of their evening was spent giggling and sharing stories about their previous experiences with old girlfriends. He found it oddly comforting that the beautiful girl was a little bit different, because he had always felt that way in life. With her, he didn’t feel so alone in being different. Perhaps that was one of the things that made him fall in love with her. She was a bright, radiant soul that brought him more joy than anyone else ever had. But she could be a bit thick, sometimes. 

As he watched her prance around their apartment in her tight mini-dress, he tried his best not to let her see his obvious attraction to her. 

The pillow on his lap would seem obvious to just about anyone else, but not to his precious flatmate. She practically floated through life, oblivious to how people looked at her when she moved. She was like a walking porn ad, her beautiful hair and gorgeous smile nearly impossible to ignore. He tried not to focus too hard on what she was wearing, but christ, it was hard not to. Her legs looked a little longer due to the black heeled booties she’d put on and she was most definitely wearing tights with little sparkles in the fabric. 

He hated seeing her dressed up like this, knowing that he wouldn’t be the one sliding his hands up her dress in the backseat of the taxi on the way home. He wouldn’t be the one gripping at her thighs while she straddled him on their shared couch. He wouldn’t be the one making her scream, unable to contain herself as he pulled orgasm after orgasm out of her. He hated that she was wearing the perfect shade of red on her lips, a shade that painted the walls of the prison cell in his own personal hell inside. He wanted to smear it off her lips with his own, kissing her until she was breathless and begging. 

Instead, he flipped through the channels on the telly, pretending to pay attention.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come out, Harry?” She stood in front of him, pouting her lips out as she tilted her head to the side. He shook his head as she crossed her arms, the gesture pushing her breasts up just a little. Fuck me, Harry thought. “You love going out!” 

“I know, love.” He grumbled, glancing behind her as if she was in the way. “But I’m not really in the mood to party tonight and I don’t want to bring the mood down.” 

“Well, I don’t feel right going out without you.” She sighed, dropping her arms to the side, causing Harry to look up at her. “Maybe I should stay home? We can order takeout and-” 

“Absolutely not.” He shook his head. “You have a date. You can’t stand him up!” 

“He’s just some rando from Tinder, I really don’t care about his feelings.,H.” She snorted out a laugh, rolling those perfect eyes as he tried to fight off a smile. “I’d rather be with you if you’re feeling down.”

“Don’t give up the chance for a good time because I’m a grumpy old man.” He shook his head. “I really want you to go out.” 

“Okay, okay.” She let out a heavy exhale, stepping farther away. “How do I look?” 

“Perfect.” He didn’t tear his eyes away from the telly, knowing he would overshare if he actually looked at her right now. 

“You didn’t even look!” She laughed around a playful groan. “Boys.” 

“I’m a man, love!” He called out as she walked into the kitchen for her keys. “If you’re too drunk, call me. Don’t go home with your random tinder date and-” 

“Lock the door when I’m home.” She nodded. “I know the rules, dad.” 

“Please do not ever call me that again.” Harry narrowed his eyes at her. “Go, get out of here and go have some fun. Tell everyone I said hi.” 

“I will!” She smiled. “Bye, roomie!” 

“Bye!” He waved, his heart sinking as the door shut behind her. “Guess I’ll be having a sad wank about that later.” 

Harry grumbled, sinking further into the cushions of their shared couch. 

                                   ******************************************

Saturday Morning 

The guy from Friday seemed to be a keeper. 

He was there the next morning when Harry was making a hangover breakfast in the kitchen for his flatmate. He strutted  in without a shirt or a word, reaching for a coffee cup as if he owned the place. Last time Harry checked, only two people paid rent here. Harry watched from the stove, spatula in hand as he glared at the man’s back. What a sodding prick. With a quick roll of his eyes, Harry pushed around the potatoes he’d chopped up earlier. Of course she brought him home. It had been weeks since she’d had a proper shag and it was bound to happen sooner or later. And even if Harry hated to admit it, the man standing in his kitchen gave it to her proper. Harry closed his eyes, cringing at memory of her moans melded with the banging of her headboard against the wall last night.

He hadn’t heard her moan out like that in a long time. Halfway through orgasm number two out of god knows how many, Harry shoved his headphones in and tried not to cry. He hated that someone else was making her feel so good that she was screaming the bloody walls down. He wanted to sink into her, to have her screaming out his name instead. But that wasn’t going to happen. Not even in his dreams could he have her, always cutting off right around the time his hands landed on her hips. 

“Oh, didn’t see you there, mate.” The guy turned around. “M’Alfie.” 

“Harry.” He grumbled, reaching up to the heat down. “Y/N’s roommate.” 

“She told me about you.” Alfie nodded. “Said you’re a right laugh when you’re drinking.” 

“Did she now?” Harry hummed as if he was actually interested in the conversation. 

“Shame you didn’t come out with us.” Alfie said. “Y/N was a fucking animal. Have you ever had sex with her? I mean she’s amazing when she’s high.” 

Harry wanted to vomit. 

This guy was a total prick.

“Yeah, what a shame.” Harry cleared his throat, glancing over at Alfie. “When Y/N wakes up, let her know that breakfast is here. She’s going to want two pieces of toast with butter.” 

“I will tell her.” Alfie sipped out of the bright pink mug and Harry’s face grew hot. That was his mug, the one that Y/N got him for Christmas last year. The little lamb on the front with a comical smile was mocking him now. “You alright, mate?” 

“Yeah, I’m stellar.” 

Harry stormed out of the kitchen and down the hall. 

He nearly made it to his door when she stumbled out of her bedroom. 

“Morning, Harry.” She yawned before smiling at her roommate. 

He didn’t respond, ducking past her and into his bedroom. 

Maybe he didn’t really know the girl he loved after all. 

                                            *******************************

Another Magical Friday Night 

Alfie, as it turns out, wasn’t a keeper. 

During their second escapade, Alfie shouting to the top of his lungs pulled Harry out of his half-asleep state. His heart sank and his blood ran cold as he sprinted out of his bedroom to Y/N’s. When he got there, Alfie was storming out of her bedroom, half dressed with a red face. Harry stood in Y/N’s doorway, avoiding her gaze as she struggled to put a t-shirt on. After a few moments, Harry couldn’t stand to hear her soft whimpers and loud sniffles. He tore his own shirt off, walking over to where she was sitting on the bed with her legs crossed in front of her. 

“S’alright,” He cooed, sitting down in front of her as he slipped his shirt over her head. “It’s okay, love.” 

“I’m sorry we woke you up.” She leaned forward, pressing her forehead to the column of his throat as she cried. “I know you have an early yoga class tomorrow.” 

“Please don’t apologize.” He said softly, rubbing his hand over her back. “Tell me what he did?” 

“He didn’t do anything.” She shook her head, pulling back as she wiped at her cheeks. “I just...Alfie dabbles a bit in drugs and I tried some with him last week, but I didn’t like it. I told him I didn’t want to do it again and he called me a whore and a tease.” 

Harry’s jaw tensed as he watched his best friend hiccup, swiping under her eyes again. 

“You are not a whore.” Harry reached up, gripping her chin between his thumb and forefinger, demanding her attention. “Don’t ever let anyone make you feel like you need to be ashamed of yourself.” 

“Thank you.” She sniffled. “Sleep with me tonight?” 

“Yeah.” He nodded. “Let’s go to my room instead, okay?” 

He didn’t have the heart to tell her he couldn’t sleep in her bed right now. 

Not after Alfie had been in it. 

“Okay.” She gave him a wavering smile. “Thank you, H.” 

“Anytime.” 

Harry held her that night, his heart pounding against his chest as she cuddled into him. 

As he drifted off, he mumbled out loud, “This must be what heaven feels like.” 

He hoped she didn’t hear him. 

                                            ****************************

Harry decided that if Y/N was going out this Friday, he was too.

He couldn’t stand the thought of her going out without him by her side after last week’s incident with Alfie. There was no Tinder date for her to meet up with, just Harry and a few other friends who wanted to have a good time. They got ready in their shared bathroom together, pre-gaming with whatever they had left as they sang loudly to Harry’s pre-game playlist. When she spritzed her perfume over her neck, Harry’s mouth started to water. 

The warm vanilla and citrus hybrid was damn near a love potion to him. 

“Alright,” She nodded, giving herself a once over in the mirror. “I’m ready.” 

“You look perfect.” He smiled, trailing his eyes up from her vegan, leather combat boots to her black skinny jeans, finally settling on the lacy bodysuit that she had recently purchased. “S’a bit like lingerie, innit it?” 

“Yeah.” She shrugged her shoulders, pursuing her lips as Harry looked at her eyes. “But it’s nice and light and extremely sexy.” 

“One of those nights?” Harry’s brows quirked up and he forced a little smirk to settle on his lips as she nodded. “Good, you deserve a bit of fun.” 

And he actually meant it, this time. 

She did deserve to have a little fun after Alfie

He could suck it up for one night if the girl he loved would be happy at the end of it. 

“I do.” She giggled, reaching down to grab the bottle of tequila set on the bathroom countertop, wiggling it around. “One more shot for good luck?”

“Pour it up.” 

                                         *****************************

Harry bucked his hips up as the girl above him rolled her hips over his denim clad cock. 

This time, he brought someone home. 

Granted, Y/N brought someone home as well, he now had a distraction to keep his mind busy and his cock wet while his flatmate got off. The girl he’d met at the club was so sweet, her hazel eyes enticing him the moment his gaze met hers. Her lips were so soft and they tasted like strawberries. He wondered what Y/N tasted like? They were normally covered in gloss when she went out, shiny and peachy. Did her lips taste like peach? Harry closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as the girl dug her nails into his stomach. 

“Can I take your pants off?” She asked, timid and soft. Nothing like Y/N demanding the naughtiest of things on the other side of the wall. “I’m ready to...I want to ride you.” 

“Okay, yeah.” Harry opened his eyes, sitting up as he wrapped his arms around her. He pressed a few soft kisses over her jaw before catching her mouth in his. “Just a second, love.”

“You’re sweet.” She pressed a kiss to his forehead, swinging her leg over his thighs as he reached for his buttons. 

“Fuck, yes!” 

Harry rolled his eyes, fumbling with the zipper on his trousers as the girl next to him slapped her hand over her mouth, trying not to laugh. 

“She’s loud.” She giggled, reaching down to start working on her heels. 

“I know.” Harry sighed. “I’m really sorry about that. I...I didn’t know she would be bringing someone-” 

“Right there, y/n! Yes baby yes!” 

“Jesus.” He let out a huff, reaching his hand up to tap the wall with his fist. “Oi, other people are trying to have fun here.” 

“Oh my god.” The girl tossed her head back, barking out a laugh. “You don’t have to do that, it’s fine.” 

“Sorry, H.” Y/N called back. “We’ll keep it down.” 

“I just don’t want to ruin the mood for us.” He shuffled out of his jeans and boxers, tossing them to the side before he looked back at her. 

“I’m okay.” She climbed on top of him again, her shoes now tossed aside and her dress hiked up to her hips. “I really, really don’t care about anything else but fucking you right now.” 

“Oh.” Harry’s cheeks were surely tinged pink as she gripped his cock in her hand, stroking up with gentle movements. “Fuck, that’s nice.” 

“Good.” She leaned forward, pressing her free hand to his shoulder. He fell back onto the mattress, dropping his hands to her thighs. “I promise I’m gonna make you cum so hard, you won’t even know there’s anyone else in the world besides me.” 

Harry dropped his head back, digging his nails into her thighs as she lined herself up with his cock. It had been so long since he’d fucked anyone, his emotions for Y/N a huge cock-block that he couldn’t seem to shake. Other girls just didn’t do it for him anymore.  But tonight, the alcohol in his veins and the vision of Y/N nearly fingering some girl in the back of the club reminded him that he was free to fuck whoever he wanted, despite his love for Y/N.

“Y/N!” 

Harry let out a heavy sigh through his nose, the sound of Y/N’s one night stand screaming making the fire in his belly dim just a little. He didn’t even care that his own girl was sinking onto his cock, soaking wet and tight like a vice. He barely even remembered that she was on top of him until she moaned his name out. 

He opened his eyes, watching her face contort as she settled onto his thighs. 

“You’re huge.” She whispered, tilting her head back. “I swear I’ve never had...never had someone so big, fuck.” 

“Yeah?” He licked over his bottom lip, sliding a palm up to her belly. “Feel me there?” 

“Mhm.” She whimpered, gripping onto his wrist. “M’so full.”

“Y/N, please let me cum.” 

Harry let out a frustrated sigh, reaching his hands up to rub over his face. 

“Are they bothering you?” The girl asked softly, lifting off of his cock. “Because it seems like they are.” 

“A little, yeah.” Harry nodded, wincing as his cock slapped against his stomach. “I’m really sorry, it’s not that you aren’t amazing-” 

“I get it, it’s okay.” She fell next to him as his cock started to soften. “I would be kind of wigged out if my roommate was fucking while I was too.” 

“She does this every Friday night.” Harry said. “And...not to continue ruining whatever we had going between us, but I’m kind of in love with her.” 

“Oh.” The girl whispered. “That would really turn me off.” 

“Yeah.” He nodded. “And I was trying to have fun for once, you know? Because she seems to go about life oblivious to my feelings and I’m stuck pining for her while she’s fucking whoever she wants to.” 

“Do you think she knows that you like her?” His date asked. 

“I don’t know, probably not.” He mumbled, turning his head to look at her. “You don’t have to listen to me moan on about it, I’m sorry.” 

“No, it’s okay.” She turned on her side, pressing her palm to his chest. “I have a feeling you haven’t talked to anyone about this and it’s not very healthy to keep things bottled up.”

“You’re right about that.” Harry smiled. “You know, I have a friend who would absolutely adore you.” 

“Is it Y/N?” She giggled. “Because I don’t swing that way.” 

“Oi, you think I’d let you shag the girl I just told you I’m in love with?” He laughed, his brows crinkling together as he reached over to pinch her hip. “It’s not her.” 

“Good.” She laughed with Harry, sliding closer to him. “Would it be weird if I stay?” 

“No,” He shook his head. “It’s the least I can do after wasting your time.” 

“And...what about a cuddle?” She asked. “Because I do enjoy a good cuddle session.” 

“I can deal with that, I think.” He leaned forward, pressing his lips to hers. “Thank you.” 

                                           *****************************

The next morning, Harry was livid. 

He sent his date, Halle was her name, off with a sweet kiss and a coffee to-go. Maybe in another life, she would have been perfect for him. A soft, sweet girl with kind eyes and a willingness to listen to him. Unfortunately for him, he was too far up his obnoxious flatmate’s ass to see anyone else. And even if it made things awkward between them, he had to tell her how he felt. There was no way he could keep going on like this if there was a way to prevent it. 

“Good morning,” She chirped, her hand linked with the girl she brought home last night. “Are we having breakfast?” 

“You can do whatever the fuck you want.” Harry snapped, taking his coffee mug and his breakfast plate from the counter. “I don’t care.” 

Y/N’s jaw dropped and the girl’s eyes grew wide. 

Harry didn’t say another word, walking past the two girls.

He hated being a dick, but lashing out made him feel the tiniest bit better about what happened last night. He pushed his bedroom door open with his hip, settling back into bed as he flicked through his options on Netflix. He wasn’t even thinking of Y/N, his mind struggling to remember whether or not he’d seen the last episode of the Great British Bake-Off. When he realized that he hadn’t, clicking on the title to start the episode, his bedroom door flew open and his roommate stormed in. 

“Fuck you!” She snapped, reaching for his remote, standing in front of his bed with a scowl on her perfect lips. “I don’t know who pissed in your cheerios this morning, but you don’t get to talk to me like that! Especially not in front of guests.” 

“Okay.” Harry shrugged. “Can I have my remote-” 

“No, you can’t!” She shouted, tossing her hands up as she let out a noise crossed between a groan and a growl. “What’s your deal?” 

“I haven’t exactly finished my coffee, love.” Harry was trying not to relish in the sight of his roommate frustrated and adorable. The feeling she was experiencing now was a fraction of what he felt every time he heard her through the wall. “Maybe come back later?” 

“Are you upset because I fucked someone last night and you didn’t?” Her brows shot up. “I know you didn’t cum last night and neither did the girl you brought home. Are you mad because you’re shit in bed?” 

“Maybe we were quiet. You know, decent and considerate of other people,” The smile he gave her was sarcastic. “Or maybe- and this is a good one- maybe, I had a girl sitting on my cock, ready to fuck me so bloody good I would cry, but I couldn’t let her because all I could think about was how much I love you. ” 

“What?” She asked, her mouth falling ajar. 

“Maybe when I was kissing her at the club, I was thinking about kissing you.” He set his coffee mug down on his nightstand, continuing on. “And maybe when I had my fingers in her cunt, I was thinking about you. And maybe, just maybe, every time you fuck someone so loud that it keeps me up at night, I wish it was me instead.” 

She didn’t say anything, watching as Harry moved forward. He snagged the remote from her hand, proud of his little confession. He turned the show back on, ignoring his roommate as she stood there with her eyes wide. He smirked, crossing his legs before he settled his hand on his stomach. 

“You process that and I’m just gonna watch Noel and Paul bicker.” Harry said. 

“You’re an asshole.” She whispered. “You...you can’t just be upset with me because I didn’t know that you liked me.” 

“I’m not upset with you,” He said. “I’m a little upset that I was trying to have a good time for once and you ruined it with you and your girl’s pornstar moaning, but I’m not upset with you. That would be extremely unfair of me.” 

“Why have you never said anything?” She cleared her throat, fidgeting with the hem of her oversized shirt. “We’ve been roommates for years, Harry.” 

“Because I love you as a friend, too.” He started. “I didn’t want to risk it.” 

“And now?” She squeaked out. “You’re willing to risk it now?” 

“Yeah.” He nodded. “I’m tired of wishing that it was me on the other side of this wall, Y/N. So...take some time to think about what I said and let me know if you’d be willing to give it a try. No hard feelings if you don’t want the same thing, I completely understand and I’ll respect your choice either way. We’ll just have to work out some arrangement where you let me know when you have someone-” 

“I want to try.” She said quickly, kneeling on the edge of the bed. “Because I really like you, Harry. Like, the only reason I’ve brought so many people back home with me is because I couldn’t have you. I knew that there was no way in hell you would like a girl like me. I’m obnoxious and boisterous and just...I didn’t think I was your type.” 

“You’re kidding?” His brows shot up. “You thought...oh my god, we’re both bloody idiots.” 

“You’re telling me.” She laughed, falling on her ass in front of him. “This whole time I’ve been fucking people that loudly to make you jealous and the entire time you’ve been listening, imaging it was you?” 

“I guess so.” He let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head. “Well, I guess that leaves us with two options.” 

“And what might those be?” She asked, a soft smile settling on her lips. 

“I take you out for brunch, maybe a nice walk in the park, and then I bring you home and fuck you so hard you won’t even remember the orgasms you had last night.” He lifted one finger up, smiling as he watched her inhale sharply. “Or option two, I fuck you now and we go to brunch later?” 

“Wouldn’t it just be lunch by then?” She tilted her head to the side, playfully narrowing her eyes at him. “I mean...that defeats the purpose, yeah?” 

“Really, that’s-” Harry let out a laugh, shaking his head. “You’re missing the point.” 

“I’m not.” She leaned forward, sliding her hands over his thighs. “I see it clear as day.” 

“And what does your heart tell you to do?” He licked over his bottom lip as she moved closer, her nose nearly bumping against his. 

“To take you up on option two.” She whispered. “Because it’s really not fair that I came five times last night and you didn’t come, not even once.” 

“Fuck.” Harry sputtered out as she brushed her lips over his. “Kiss me?” 

She pressed her lips into his, moving his body back onto his pillows. She moved over him, straddling his thighs as she deepened the kiss. When her tongue slipped over his bottom lip, his mouth fell open in response. His hands fell to her hips, digging into the soft flesh as his mind tried to catch up. The girl of his dreams was sitting on his lap, in his bed, and she wanted him. She wanted him just as bad as he wanted her. He couldn’t believe that this was happening, sure that he was just a fever dream or a nightmare that he would wake up from any second. But he was brought back to reality when her tongue slipped over his. 

And at that moment, Harry knew he was right. 

She did taste like peach. 

[whitecatindisguise]

Give Him A Chance To Mend 3

God, this chapter was fighting tooth and nail with me. And, of course, I can’t seem to write a chapter without, at least, a LITTLE BIT of angst. Sucks to be me.

Anyway, I’m glad I finally managed to write it. It’s not my best chapter but it’s best I could produce at this point. Not going to rewrite it, bc I might as well delete the whole thing and stare at blank document again. *groans*

Just take it and let me focus on further chapters.

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Chapter 3: I’ll Make A Man Out Of You

A swish in the air was the only warning he got. With a panicked gaze he jumped away, tripping on his feet. The blade slashed millimetres from his nose, hitting the grass. He gulped, cold chill running down his spine as he thought what would happen if he didn’t react in time. 

“Too slow.” A female voice called out and the blade slashed again. 

He tried to crawl away, not having enough time to rise back to his feet properly. His back suddenly hit something hard and rugged. He shot a panicked gaze to the side, trying to find the escape route. His eyes looked forward, only to be met with a tip of the blade to his throat. 

“And, you’re dead.” The same female voice exclaimed with a sigh, before the blade was lowered. “Again.”

Adira sheathed her blade and reached out a hand, helping Varian to his feet. He gave her an annoyed huff but didn’t decline the help. 

“How do you do that?” He asked for the umpteenth time since she started to train him. “I can barely see you move, less hear.”

“Years of hard training, nephew.” She replied with a smile as she clasped her hands behind her back. 

“Then how do you expect me to beat you after, what, a week?” The boy huffed, reaching down for his own blade, a gift from his aunt. 

“I don’t.” She answered matter-of-factly. He shot her a dirty glare, but she ignored it. “I expect you to fight back and not end up dead before the fight even begins.”

“Why should I even learn sword-fight?” Varian asked again, glaring at the sword he was holding. “I can fight with my alchemy just fine.”

“You can’t always expect to have it on you to save your butt, nephew.” Adira explained with a sigh. “You don’t take your lab with you when you go for a walk, do you?”

“I don’t go for walks.” He countered, sheathing his sword and crossed his arms on his chest.

It wasn’t the first time they had this talk since she took it on herself to train him. His faith in alchemy was adorable, but she refused to leave him before any sort of alternative way to protect himself. 

“Look, Varian. I know for the most time of your life you depended on your alchemy.” She tried again, hoping to finally get to him. “But you have to be able to defend yourself without it.”

“What for? It’s not like there is any danger or anything.” Varian argued. “After all An-” He stopped mid-sentence and coughed..” I mean, why would anyone even attack me?” 

“It’s safety precaution.” Adira replied smoothly. “Yes, that man is no threat now, but you can’t say for sure you won’t be in any immediate danger again.”

She noticed how the boy cringed at the mention of Andrew, but she didn’t mention it. She didn’t also mention the fact, she has nightmares of that time too. Nightmares where she’s not fast enough. Nightmares where they arrive too late. 

She shook her head to get rid of the thoughts, eyes focusing on her nephew.

“I just want you to be safe.” She said, laying a hand on his shoulder. “As much as it pains me to say this, neither me, nor your uncle or father can always be there to save you. I have to be sure you can, at least, hold your own long enough for us to get there.”

Varian sighed and looked up to her, blue eyes meeting brown. 

“Okay, auntie.” He finally agreed and Adira sighed in relief. She smiled and clasped her hands, startling the boy.

“Great, enough chit-chat. Let’s do another round.” A mischievous grin appeared on her face. “And if you manage to hit me at least once, I can show you some martial skills I used to defeat your father back in the days.”

Varian’s eyes sparkled with interest and the woman’s grin widened. She saw how he took up the stance, a determined look in his eyes. 

~~~~~~

“Slow down, son. You’re going to choke.” Quirin laughed at the speed of Varian’s wolfing down the ham sandwich. The boy munched for a moment, before swallowing.

“Aunt Adira promised to teach me a cool move today.” He replied hastily, downing the glass of water in one large gulp. 

“And since when are you so interested in her training?” The large man pointed out intrigued, one eyebrow rising in.

It was a valid question. Since Adira decided to train Varian in sword-fight and martial skills, the boy did nothing but complain. It didn’t seem he was so into learning anything, which is why his current behaviour puzzled Quirin. 

“It’s a secret.” Varian flashed his dad a toothy grin. He quickly gathered his plate and glass, placing them in the washing basin. “I’m going to clean that up later!” He called out, before running off through the door. 

“Well, colour me surprised.” Hector commented from his spot on the other side of the table, as both men looked at the alchemist’s retreating back. “I didn’t think the kid will get so interested in fighting. Didn’t strike me as the type.”

“I’m curious about this ‘special move’ he was talking about.” Quirin nodded. “I’ve never seen Varian so enthusiastic about anything other than science.”

“Well, either way, it’s good he finally picks up some skills.” The black-haired man shrugged, sipping on his tea. Ruddiger was sprawled on his shoulders, and he petted him absent-mindedly, the bearcats dozing off by the man’s legs. “Makes you less worried.”

“I would prefer to not be worried at all.” Quirin sighed tiredly. 

Last night was one of the rough ones. None of them got as much sleep as they would like to. The man could still hear the piercing scream of his son, waking him up in the middle of the night. Varian didn’t tell them what the nightmare was about, but if they had to guess, it probably was about that man again. 

“Wouldn’t we all?” Hector shrugged, but the man could see he was as anxious as he was. 

It’s been two whole months since the incident and nothing seemed to indicate the soon end of nightmares. Varian was fairing far better during the day now, but the nights still were a problem. 

Quirin let out another sigh and for the umpteenth time wished they could all go back to how it was before. 

[clarasfm]

𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐒: 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙚𝙡 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙖𝙣𝙚 .

𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧.𝐬𝟕: lil sloane bc she got her personality from me 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧.𝐬𝟕: sick burn to go w/ my matching farmer’s tan 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧.𝐬𝟕: lads ft @cohentm 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧.𝐬𝟕: idfc bro i’m in love w/ a god damn pipsqueak ft @oliviasfm 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧.𝐬𝟕: weekend off & down to the coast ft clara , cohen , nat , & liv 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧.𝐬𝟕: liv capturing the exact moment @gifms called me slenderman??? the fuck

𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐍𝐄 , the easiest of the sloane family to love . . . 

if you ask clara , she’ll be the first to tell you that CAM was the best of them . in fact , if you ask anyone , they’d tell you that CAM was the best of them . the best son . the best big brother . the best boyfriend . the best best friend . the best hockey player dillon had ever seen . . . and despite all of these BESTS , if you asked him , he would’ve given you another name .

he was three when clara came along , on his toes with his nose pressed to the glass as he stood next to his father , asking which baby was theirs . cam didn’t really talk much as a kid , but when he did , it was question after question . why is she in there , not out here ? why is she bald ? is her nose always going to be that smushed ? what’s her name ? and they gave him a choice : chloe , caroline , callie , or clara . with a wild imagination , and the nutcracker a december tradition , there was no contest and cameron –– who originally wanted a puppy –– was happy to welcome clara home . 

he was TEN when their mother left without so much as a word . the school called jack thirty minutes past pickup when two tiny sloanes were the only ones left , sitting side by side on a bench , swinging their legs back and forth . by then , he’d stopped asking questions and STARTED answering them . clara’s , to be exact , because from a young age , cam had patience like no one else and a willingness to TEACH when it was needed . and it was much needed as a family of four was reduced to three , and neither of them quite understood what they’d done wrong to make her leave . 

he was FIFTEEN when he taught clara to skate . . . among other things . on ice , on pavement , on a board , on blades . he’d taught her how to throw a football and spotted her when she practiced tumbling in the backyard . high school was HARD , but his grades were decent , and that’s all they had to be . . . because cam was damn near the best hockey player there was . there was no real teenage rebellion for him . he was too busy on the ice , with his team , or playing dad #2 at home . any REBELLION was found in his two best friends . . . cohen and beck . a kid who never smiled and one who couldn’t seem to stop . they were an odd group , to say the least , but he’d always wanted brothers , and he was happy to find them in dillon . not that it was hard ; people LIKED cam . he was . . . responsible and kind , funny and , as clara would come to call him , anal retentive . type a . completely and utterly obsessed with making sure his hair flopped in the right place . . . and making sure she got her homework done each night . they fought . a lot . because cameron was BOSSY and clara didn’t listen . 

he as SEVENTEEN when he fell in love with eyes bluer than any ocean he’d ever had the luck of running into . it was weird , at first , because olivia was not meant to be anything more than clara’s friend . . . who wouldn’t fucking leave their house . . . or the lingering thoughts in his head . she was FUNNIER than anyone he’d ever known , and he kissed her for the first time on the fourth of july , under the noise of fireworks and laughter . she never missed a hockey game , and he loved her for it . she never failed to make him smile , and he loved her for it . she was a little bit fucking weird . . . and he loved her for it . 

he was NINETEEN when things really started to look up . college was going well , and you bet he was still in love . that punk sister of his wasn’t turning out half bad . . . so it seemed he did a pretty good job . he’d declared his major his second semester at dillon : ELEMENTARY EDUCATION , and it was almost as natural as hockey . on the weekends , he taught lessons at the local rink and coached a team of middle school boys on the ice . friday nights were date night , and sundays were meant for SLOANE family dinners . life was painstakingly good , and the only thing you’d hear him complaining about was how often cohen kept him out all night –– not that it was earnest .

he was freshly TWENTY-ONE when he died , and it’s not what you think . it’s not very often texas finds itself drenched in a downpour , but this one had come faster than anyone expected . cam was behind the wheel after a post - game party , not a drop of alcohol in his blood , but his friends were long past gone . he’d wrestled the keys away from one of them and took the liberty of driving everyone home . or –– that was the intention . at a quarter to two in the morning , the sloane house flooded with flashing RED AND BLUE . coach was pulled out of his bed late into the night , and clara , of course , followed . a car accident . four in the vehicle , three survivors . . . but one of them was hardly hanging on . in fact , the only thing keeping him hanging on was a mess of machines and wires and needles . 

he’d hate this , clara mumbled from the opposite side of the room , arms folded over her chest , he’d hate this more than anything . it was the first time she’d ever seen her FATHER cry as he choked out a broken acknowledgement , and despite the grip around her throat making it hard to BREATHE , she couldn’t bring herself to tears . not when her father signed the papers . not when she found herself sitting by his bedside , alone for the last time , with that furrowed brow and fidgeting fingertips . 

ALRIGHT , big guy . . . what if i tell you your HAIR looks like shit . . . or that i’m going to take your car MUDDIN’ or . . . listen , cam . now would be a real good time to pull off one of those miracles . 

because even then , just as she is now , clara was BLINDLY optimistic . but looking down at her brother , STAGNANT , she knew . he’d hate this , and she still didn’t cry as she nodded and whispered a broken it’s okay . i’ll be fine .

she still didn’t cry as the machines were turned off or the last exhale deflated his chest . she still didn’t cry at the wake , the funeral . not the night after , not the week after . she was too STUBBORN . . . to angry to cry . 

instead , it came nearly a MONTH later when a stubborn dishwasher rack wouldn’t pull out and a plate came shattering to the ground . everything that she’d BOTTLED UP came rushing to the surface , and once the tears began , they couldn’t stop . she couldn’t speak ; she could hardly BREATHE . crumbled on the kitchen floor , cut after scrambling to pick up the glass , and SLAMMED with an emotion never taught her how to deal with . it was call coach could do to call olivia , who quietly sank to the ground with her and held on tight . 

it’s not often that you’ll see CLARA SLOANE cry . . . because it’s not often that it happens . instead , you’ll find anger . . . or indifference . . . and it’s a fatal flaw that needs TIME to heal , just as she does . 

still , her father doesn’t much talk about cameron . his room remains untouched , his car under a tarp in the shed . 

still , she’ll talk about him every now and then . . . when she’s comfortable , with faint laughter and the same sparkle in her eye that cam got when someone said something funny . 

still , she can’t step foot into the rink he’d loved so much . . . just as she doesn’t know how to talk to coach about him . 

but with time comes healing , and clara tries to keep him in the back of her mind , making the BIG life choices with cam’s wishes as a guiding light .

[taehyungsgrowl]

Sweet Creature - Michael Langdon x Male!Reader

it’s your girl! Back at it with shy!hawthorne!michael! This prompt is actually very near and dear to my heart (and has been promised for a long long time haha.) also i got the name for this bc i was listening to harry styles but it has nothing to do w that. also i got the gif from google and the source took me to the FX website so if its yours LMK so i can tag you! 

This is dedicated to some some pretty special people 🖤 @wvntersldr along with  @1-800-bitchcraft @ticklish-leafy-plant because well, they also appreciate talking about Michael in panties with me. Thank you guys. And sorry for putting it off for so long, but it’s here now and I hope y’all enjoy this so much. Thank you Liliana and Ava for your DMs about this topic. This is for you. 

Warnings: Smut (duh), Fluff probably

Y/N missed Hawthorne. No, he missed Michael. All warlocks were sent home for spring break (if they had a home - many weren’t as lucky as Y/N. Michael being one of those many who didn’t have a place to go. He would stay cooped up in his dorm, sulking at the thought of having to spend his whole week without seeing Y/N. Living at the same school, he had access to his boyfriend whenever he pleased. He missed him a lot.) 

Y/N tried to make the best of his time with his family. He’d gone fishing with his dad (although he might have used a little magic to get the fish to bite), and now he’d join his mom on a little shopping spree. 

His mother took a large pile of clothes into a fitting room to try on and left him to wander off on his own.

He passively wandered around the huge department store, always glancing at his phone to hear from Michael. As if on cue, Michael pressed send from his dorm and texted Y/N.

I’m so sad. I miss you. 

His poor sweet baby. Y/N knew how hard days like these were for Michael. He never talked much about his family which made him assume it wasn’t pretty. He could see the shift in Michael’s attitude any time someone brought up talk of his mom or dad. 

Miss you too, baby. I’ll be back tonight <3

He shoved his phone back in his pocket and continued to trail through the store. Before making his way back to his mother - a large array of soft pastel colors caught his eye. Looking up, he came face to face with a wide selection of lingerie displayed neatly. 

Lace, satin, silk, chiffon. Panties, baby-dolls, bodysuits. The options were endless. 

Y/N picked up the first pair of panties that caught his eyes; a delicate baby blue lace garment. Feeling the bumpy pattern between his fingers, he was taken back to an overheard conversation in the boys’ room. 

“My girlfriend looked so sexy in her lingerie.” a boy bragged to his friend washing his hands in the bathroom. “I’m telling you. Buy your girlfriend some pretty panties and she’ll thank you like crazy.” 

Of course, Michael was on Y/N’s mind. The blue panties matched the shade of Michael’s eyes perfectly. And Michael was feeling so down over having to spend his break alone.. maybe a little gift would help raise his spirits. How could Y/N not buy them with all those factors in place?

He hurried to the checkout station and made his purchase. He swung around the little white bag he got them in all day long; he was nervous and excited to see what Michael would think about them. He always did have a penchant for pretty things. 

Before Y/N could even get his door open a pair of arms were wrapped around his neck and pulling him into his room. 

“I missed you so much..” Michael mumbled into his neck. 

“I missed you too, baby.” his arms were secured around Michael. He missed this; missed the way Michael smelled and the way he clung to him like a baby koala. He missed his baby. 

“I got you something.” he smiled as Michael pulled away and plopped down on the bed, waiting patiently. Michael’s pretty blue eyes lit up as the mention of a gift. He’d never been a person who received much during childhood. Between Constance and the constant shuffling and planning with Ms. Mead, and now here. Someone thinking of him enough to give him something always made him giddy. He carefully eyed the little white bag in Y/N’s hand with dark cursive printing on it. 

“Go on, open it.” he was handed the bag. 

Y/N felt like Michael pulled the panties out in slow motion. Michael held them up by his fingers, his expression awed.

Cheeky sky blue panties; something so small (because, they really did leave little to the imagination) caused a peachy pink glow to Michael’s face. 

“T-these are for me?” he asked, not taking his eyes off of them.

“Yeah,” Y/N stepped closer, “Don’t feel like you have to wear them if you don’t like them. They just made me think of you.” he chuckled.

Michael didn’t think he could blush any further, “They’re so pretty. I love them.” he placed them down on his lap, imagining what they would look like on. 

“I’ll let you try them on while I wash up real quick.” he bent down to kiss Michael before scurrying off to the washroom. 

Michael quickly stripped himself out of his pants and boxer briefs; he kicked aside the boring gray pair of underwear and picked up his new pretty pair. He slid them up his legs, feeling them cup his cheeks securely. He was still wearing an old tshirt that came down midthighs for him - he examined himself in the full length mirror. He slowly lifted the tshirt to his tummy to see what the panties looked like on. 

His large cock was snugged tightly into the adorable blue underwear; he could see traces of his pink skin through the lace. Turning to his side, he caught a glimpse of the curve of his ass in the mirror. He thought it looked plumper than usual, but that was due to the figure hugging cut of the panties. 

“Y/N.” he called out, his heart beating faster. He wanted Y/N to think he looked pretty. And how could Y/N not? With Michael’s stunning gold curls, delicate pink flushed face, and dainty blue lace? He was what dreams were made of. 

Y/N caught Michael staring at himself in the mirror. He stood at the frame of the door, letting his baby take in how good he looked. He loved seeing Michael appreciate himself. Too often, he lost himself in feeling self conscious. 

“Oh my god.” he let out more to himself than anyone else, “so fucking pretty, baby.” Y/N said just above a whisper. 

He closed the gap between him and his boyfriend and wrapped his arms around Michael. 

Y/N pulled Michael’s tshirt off, discarding it on the floor. His hands found Michael’s hips as his eyes wandered down Boy Wonder’s body. A barely there happy trail drew into his new gift, fleshy thighs on display. Michael felt more nude than when he was actually naked in front of Y/N.

He placed a series of wet sloppy kisses to the corner of Michael’s mouth, sweeping to his jaw and neck. Michael hummed in content of feeling his lovers lips on him. 

His fingers dug deep into Michael’s hips, pulling him closer. He could feel him growing harder. Y/N had to pull away to see him. Michael’s cock was stretching the thin fabric even thinner. Y/N dragged a finger over it, feeling him twitch under his touch. 

Before Michael’s breath could catch in his throat, Y/N dropped to his knees. His came face to face with Michael’s full glory. He felt like kneeling before an angel. 

Again, with a barely there touch, he traced the outline protruded by Michael. Michael’s eyelids fluttered; he was so sensitive down there - even a feather light touch was enough to light him on fire. 

“Did you miss me, baby.” Y/N asked, peering up at Michael. 

“You know I did.” Michael tries to keep a steady tone, but Y/N hear the quiver in his voice.

“I wanna hear you say how you missed me. How you missed my.. touch,” he pressed a little more force on Michael, “Did you touch yourself when I was gone, baby?” he kissed right above the delicate little bow adorning Michael’s panties. 

“I missed you so much, Y/N,” he whined, “No. I’ve been waiting for you.” he confessed. 

Y/N licked the same spot he kissed, watching the way Michael reacted to his wet tongue on his skin, “Good boy.”

He pressed a kiss to the pretty pink tip of Michael’s length. He could taste the oozing precum through the fabric. “Hmm,” he hummed against it, “I missed this too, baby.”

“Let’s take these off, okay?” he hooked his fingers in the waistband, slowly peeling them down. 

“Made me put them on only to take them off?” Michael blushed, adjusting his thighs to ease the panties down his legs. 

“You knew where this was going, Michael,” his boyfriend winked before biting into his thigh, playfully. Michael’s stomach dropped at the name; he loved the “baby”s and the “sweetheart”s but when Y/N pulled out his name it was almost enough to make him cum untouched. Almost. 

Maybe it was the tighter fit of the underwear, but Y/N almost flinched back with he way Michael proudly sprung out of his panties. Bright red and glistening; it made his mouth water. 

His large hands grabbed at his base, slowly stroking up to meet the head. Small whines falling from Michael’s mouth only made him smile. His poor baby.. all alone for over a week. He needed to take care of him; make him feel loved. 

Michael hissed at the sudden contact of his thumb running over the slit of his cock. “Y/N,” he sighed, “I missed you.” and Y/N knew he meant. Not only did he speak it, but the grip Michael held on his hair made him think Michael never wanted to let go. Y/N made a mental note in the back of his head to drag Michael out of this prison for their next break. Maybe they’d go to the beach or something. He’d kill to see his baby sun kissed and thriving. 

Surprise washed over Y/N when his teasing was cut short - Michael tugged his hair and pulled him closer to his crotch, pleading, “Y/N please, it’s been too long.” his crystalline blue eyes sparkled so much, Y/N though he was on the verge of tears. And maybe he was. 

“Shh, I’ve got you, baby.” needy little thing, Y/N thought to himself. But he didn’t mind. He’d do anything for Michael. He knew it from the moment he laid eyes on him. Stuttering mess, always hidden in his sketchpad. Michael had such magnetism, it always astounded him how shy he was upon meeting him. 

With his lips already completely pressed to Michael’s cock (thanks to Michael’s almost forceful pull) he opened up and took as much as he could in one go. He sucked deeply, hallowing his cheeks, taking in Michael. 

“Y/N..” Michael growled through clenched teeth, “Fuck,” Y/N heavy tongue massaged up and down his shaft, tracing every vein and pulse point. 

Y/N snaked his hands around Michael’s legs and squeezed his ass, all while letting his cock hit the back of his throat. He gave him one firm smack and pulled his lips up and down, bobbing his head. 

“I’m-” Michael couldn’t deliver a fair warning. Not that Y/N needed one. He knew his baby like the palm of his hand and knew exactly what flipped his switch. 

Hot spurts of his cum flew into Y/N ready mouth. Y/N swallowed all he could while still letting his hands play with Michael. He got him all cleaned up, licking the mixture of saliva and cum off his lips. 

Michael held his eyes shut, chest panting hard, and a flush of color that had washed down his neck and chest. Y/N kissed at his penis, taking any left string of cum and picking it up with his tongue, until Michael’s breathing began to regulate again. 

“I hope you liked your present, baby.” he winked and gave Michael’s cheeks one last squeeze. 

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okay y’all. i’ve been talking about michael in panties... for months and i finally wrote it vnfjdksveafjvas soooo i hope u guys like it. 

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final part - love of my life 

(can be read as a standalone fic)

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a/n: and daisies is finished🎉 (I might do an epilogue part but idk) I had to post this today bc it’s my baby’s birthday tomorrow🥳 I am honestly so proud of daisies, like it’s literally my baby🥺 but I really hope you guys have enjoyed this amazing journey (bc I really have), thank you all for your support and I love y’all so much💕 and now, it’s time for y/n’s happy ending...

warnings: smut (nothing too hardcore but still), tooth-rottingly sweet fluff, Jimin being a romantic and cute ass mf, y/n finally getting her happy ending (I shed a few tears ngl)

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‘Mrs Park!’ I hear Jimin call from the door of our room, and I smile to myself. ‘I’m in the bathroom!’ I call back, and mere seconds later, I watch in the mirror as he pops his head around the corner, huge smile across his face. 

He looks so breathtakingly handsome today, dirty blond hair swept back all princelike, his eyes sparkling, plump lips stretched into a wide smile, skin smooth and glowy (and his suit has done absolute wonders for his beautiful body).

‘Hey, Mr Park,’ I say with a grin, and he steps in, leaving the door open only slightly. The playlist Jimin made for me last night plays in the bedroom, full of love songs, including the ones we wrote for each other.  ‘Hey, wife,’ he says and I laugh as he puts his arms around me from behind, looking at me in the mirror.

‘I can’t believe we’re married,’ he whispers, and I smile. ‘It sounds weird, right? Like, what? I’m married? To Park Jimin?’ I say, and he chuckles, turning me around in his arms. ‘More like I’m married to you. We all know who really runs this relationship,’ he jokes, and I laugh. ‘Did you enjoy our big day?’ he asks, and I nod, looking up at him.

It was amazing. We had all our close friends and family there and everyone was just so happy. The day went without a single hitch, even with my ten trillion outfit changes, and I enjoyed it so much that my face hurts from smiling.

It was also nice seeing everyone else so loved up; Lisa and JK, and Chae and Tae mainly. Jen and Joon, and Jisoo and Jin haven’t made it official yet, but that’s okay. It’s not like there’s any rush. Sana and her family were there, and we had her daughters, Mina and y/n, as our flower girls.

All of Bighit’s managers were there too, and it was nice to see them all relaxed for once instead of running around and telling us what to do. We non-stop danced all night, people gradually leaving from 10pm onwards, until it was just us lot and we decided to call it a night at 1am.

‘It was beautiful, Chim, just perfect. I wouldn’t have changed a thing. What about you?’ I ask, and he grins. ‘If you’re happy, I’m happy,’ he says, and I roll my eyes. ‘Cheesy, much?’ I ask, and he laughs. ‘I’m married now, which means I gotta start with the cheesiness, and the dad jokes,’ he says, and my eyes widen.

‘What? I’m not even pregnant yet!’ I exclaim, and he laughs, before smirking. ‘Wanna change that?’ he says, and I laugh as he begins pulling the pins out of my hair. ‘Don’t tell me you’re being serious,’ I say as my hair falls around my shoulders, and he shrugs. ‘Maybe. I don’t know. Obviously, I don’t want you to rush into anything you don’t feel like you’re ready for, but if you told me tomorrow that you were pregnant, I’d be over the moon,’ he says, and my mouth drops open.

‘Wait, really?’ I ask, and he nods. ‘I’m definitely ready to have kids. But it’s your decision, daisy. I don’t wanna rush you,’ he says, and I shake my head. ‘No, you’re not, don’t worry about that. I just… I don’t know. I guess… I guess I’ve been ready for a while. I just didn’t think you were,’ I say, and he gasps.

‘Wow, thanks. Am I that immature?’ he jokes, and I laugh. ‘Not like that. As in… you’re still a young man. I thought, you know, that you’d still want to live your life. I didn’t think you wanted to start a family just yet,’ I say to him, and he shakes his head.

‘y/n, listen. I can still live my life with a kid. It’s not like we’ll just become recluses. Our kid will only make our lives better, not worse. And I know that with our… careers, it’ll be hard to juggle a kid and work, but I also know that we can do it. I understand that a child is a big responsibility, but we’d be fantastic parents. I mean, look how we were with Mina. And we’ve got ten others who will be desperate to look after our kid too,’ he says.

‘Not that I’d let some of them,’ I say, and he laughs. ‘Don’t say some of them when you just mean Jen and Kook,’ he says, and I burst out laughing. ‘But seriously, y/n. I’m ready for kids whenever you want them. I know we can do this, daisy. We can do anything together,’ he says, and I feel a little ball of excitement start to grow in my chest.

‘Are we really about to do this?’ I ask, smiling widely. ‘What? Have sex without a condom?’ he says, and I groan, resting my chest on his head. ‘Chim,’ I whine, and he laughs. ‘Sorry,’ he says, the word vibrating in his chest. ‘You just had to wreck it,’ I say, voice muffled against his chest.

‘Did I lie, though?’ he asks, and I move back and look up at him. ‘No, but that’s not the point. I didn’t mean have unprotected sex. I meant, start trying for a kid,’ I say, and he grins. ‘Well, you should’ve just said that,’ he says, and I roll my eyes. ‘Yes, y/n. We really are about to do this,’ he says, and I smile.

He pulls me into his arms smoothly, and my eyes slide shut as my head tilts back in anticipation, the feeling of his lips landing on mine never getting old. His hands press into the curve of my back, pulling me closer to him, and I snake my arms around his neck, feeling the short soft hairs at the nape of his neck against my skin.

He pulls away from me after a few moments, lifting me up without warning. I let out a gentle shriek as he chuckles, carrying me (bridal style – because, you know… I’m his bride) into the bedroom. He carefully puts me down onto the bed, crawling over me only moments later, and reattaching his lips to mine.

Our arms wrapped around each other, mouths moving in sync, we’re wrapped up in our own bubble, feeling like nothing could get better than this. Until I start feeling a bit hot and sweaty in my wedding dress, Jimin lying on top of me becoming slightly stifling.

‘Babe,’ I say, trying to pull away from him, but he presses his lips to mine again, humming against my mouth in response. ‘I need… I need to take my dress off,’ I say, and the second I’ve finished speaking, he rolls off me with a sleazy smirk.

‘Urgh, you douche,’ I say, getting off the bed, and he laughs, watching as I walk around to his side of the bed. ‘Unzip me,’ I whisper, moving my hair off my shoulder. He puts one hand on my shoulder blade, the other appearing at the zip beneath the nape of my neck.

He slowly pulls it down the length of my back until it ends, just between the dimples at the bottom of my back. His hands slide beneath the material of the dress and continue to slide over my shoulders, pushing the dress of with them, leaving my top half completely bare.

I hear his breath hitch in his throat and smile to myself, still satisfied at my ability to get his heart racing. I push the dress down to my ankles and stand in just my white lace pants, my back to him. His hands snake around my waist and pull me down onto him, and I squeal as I fall.

He laughs into my ear, hands covering my bare breasts, before his mouth meets mine. ‘Nuh-uh, you need to strip off now,’ I say, and he chuckles. ‘Very romantic,’ he says as I roll off him, pulling the covers onto myself. He climbs out of the bed, pulling his socks off first, coaxing giggles from me when he throws them across the room as though they’re underwear.

‘Come help me then,’ he says, and I pout. ‘I’m cold,’ I say, and he sighs, shrugging off his blazer and tossing it to me. I grin, pulling it on so it covers my breasts, and crawl to the other side of the bed, getting up onto my knees so I’m on eye-level with him.

I begin to unbutton his white shirt, the music gently playing in the background, and then push it off his shoulders, leaving him topless. I let my hands run over the ridges of his abs and biceps, still astounded at how well he keeps in shape, all of him (except for his cheeks and ass) being hard muscle.

He stands proud, letting me admire him with a smirk on his face, the smirk dropping when my nails gently scrape his lower stomach, dangerously close to the hem of his trousers. His hand wraps around my wrist and his other hand pushes my head up to look at him.

‘Don’t tease, daisy,’ he says warningly, and I bite my lip with a grin, proud at how dark and dilated his eyes have become, full of lust, desire and love. I unbutton his trousers hastily, not wanting to get in trouble again, and push them down his strong thighs, watching unwaveringly as he steps out of them, leaving him in just his boxers.

There’s something about him today; I don’t know what it is but I’ve literally wanted him all day. Yes, he’s always gorgeous and sexy and amazing, but seeing him today, I’ve been feeling it building up throughout the day. Maybe it’s seeing him so happy to be marrying me, or seeing the love in his eyes every time he looks at me, but something has made me ready to do this since I first saw him this morning.

Don’t read past here if you aren’t comfortable with smut!

‘Okay, as you can probably see, I’m really hard right now because I can’t stop thinking about how you’re my wife and how we’re about to try to make a baby, so I don’t need foreplay at all. Do you?’ he asks, and I sneak a look at the bulge in his boxers, which is now less of a bulge and more of a… line, his dick obviously rock hard.

Yes, the thought of his fingers, or mouth, between my legs is enticing, but the thought of something else between my legs makes my knees weak. ‘No, no, I’m ready,’ I say, wrapping my arms around him and pressing my lips to his. ‘Nope,’ he says, pulling away from me, ‘get this off.’ He tugs his blazer off me, eyes instantly trawling across my bare body, before groaning.

‘How? How did I get this lucky?’ he whispers, pushing me down onto the bed and crawling on top of me. ‘Those idols were nasty to me at MMA and you thought I ignored you,’ I whisper back, and he bursts out laughing. ‘Stop making me laugh, we’re about to have sex,’ he says, and I grin, pressing my lips to his.

He kisses me for a few moments before pulling away. ‘Okay, I need you. Like, right now,’ he says, reaching out to turn the big light off, leaving us in the mellow glow of the bedside lamp. He pushes himself up onto his knees and hooks his fingers onto the waistband of my pants, pulling them down my legs slowly, maintaining eye contact with me to make sure I’m okay.

He throws the pants over his shoulder, leaving me completely naked, but doesn’t even spare a glance between my legs, just reattaching his lips to mine. I roll us over and push myself up onto my knees, pulling down his black boxers and throwing them to join my pants. Before they even land on the floor, he’s pulled me back down onto him and rolled us over, so he hovers over me.

‘Are you ready?’ he asks, voice raspy with desire. ‘Yes, Jimin,’ I breathe out, hazy with lust. ‘Are you sure you want this?’ he asks, eyes locked with mine, and I nod. ‘Words, daisy, I need words,’ he says. ‘Yes, Jimin, I want this. I want your baby,’ I say, and he groans. ‘Fuck, I could cum just from hearing that,’ he says, and I laugh, wrapping my legs around his waist.

Slowly, without looking away from my eyes, he guides himself into me. The feeling is different without a condom between us, and I can feel every part of him, every vein and ridge and curve. He keeps his eyes on mine, watching for any sign of pain or discomfort like he always does, slowly pushing until he’s all the way in. He gives me a few moments to adjust to the new, foreign feeling, just kissing me in the meantime.

‘Fuck, daisy, stop clenching, please, I’m dying here,’ he says, and I laugh against his mouth. ‘Sorry, it just feels so different,’ I say. ‘It feels different for you? It feels like my dick’s fucking trapped in a warm, skin-tight glove,’ he says, and I burst out laughing. ‘Stop laughing because it’s making you clench,’ he complains, sounding out-of-breath. ‘Sorry, sorry,’ I say, trying to relax myself.

‘Okay, you can move,’ I say, and he raises an eyebrow. ‘Are you sure?’ he asks, and I nod, ‘I’m sure.’ He pulls out of me halfway before pushing back in, coaxing a gentle whimper from between my lips. He continues at a painfully slow pace, the pleasure building with each thrust, until I’m moving to meet his thrusts.

‘Babe, stop moving. You’re supposed to let me do the work,’ he breathes out, and I stop. ‘Faster, then,’ I whisper, and he grins, his pace increasing gradually until his hips rapidly snap up to meet mine and my heels are digging into his back. Promise Pt. II plays gently in the background, each beautifully sung line punctuated with gentle whimpers, groans, moans and grunts from the both of us.

Instead of fucking me like he normally does, he’s making love to me, thrusts long and lingering and deep, our love for each other evident in every single movement, and it makes my head spin with pleasure.

‘God, babe, you feel so good, I don’t think I can last,’ he says, hand travelling down between our bodies to rub against my bundle of nerves to get me close too, a wave of bliss hitting me. ‘Ah, Jimin,’ I breathe out, head pressed back against the pillows as he continues to go at a mind-numbing pace, his thumb moving furiously fast too.

‘Fuck, daisy, I’m gonna…’ he trails off, pace beginning to falter and thrusts becoming longer and harder. ‘Please, Jimin, I want it, I want your baby,’ I moan, my mind still working enough to know what to say to get him there, and it works.

He buries his head into my neck the way he always does, deeply inhaling my scent as I dig my heels harder into his back, keeping him in place. He lets out a moan of my name as I clench, feeling him release inside me, continuing to thrust until he’s finished. ‘Fuck,’ he breathes out, panting as he slows to a stop, still inside me, though I feel him softening now.

‘I can’t believe I came before you,’ he says, and I smirk up at him, still out of breath, the knot that was tightening in my stomach disappearing, my rapidly approaching high now rapidly diminishing. ‘Get that smirk off your face, that’s the first time it’s happened, and only because we didn’t do any foreplay,’ he says, and I smile. ‘I know, babe, it’s okay,’ I say softly, and he smiles, pressing his lips gently to mine.

He moves to pull out but I stop him, digging my ankles in again. He raises an eyebrow, giving me a puzzled look, and I shake my head. ‘Not yet, just wait a bit,’ I say, and he shakes his head. ‘I was gonna like… I don’t know, get you there. Don’t you want my fingers, or mouth?’ he grins, knowing I would never normally say no, and I roll my eyes.

‘Yes, but it’s okay,’ I say, and he shakes his head, frowning. ‘It’s not. I can’t just cum and not get you off as well. How is that fair? I swear it’s like feminism or something?’ he says, and I look at him deadpan.

‘Okay, first of all, it has nothing to do with feminism. Second, I don’t need to get off. I just wanted you to feel good and to have your baby,’ I say, and his eyes flutter shut at the mention of having his baby. ‘Stop saying that or I’ll get hard again,’ he says, and I laugh.

‘No, but seriously, daisy. I want you to feel good too,’ he says. ‘I did feel good. I do feel good. I don’t need to cum, babe, it’s fine. Only 25% of women orgasm during sex anyway,’ I say, and he shakes his head. ‘Liar, it’s 25% from intercourse. I swear it’s only like 10% that don’t orgasm at all. But anyway, that’s not the point. No wife of mine is not gonna orgasm from having sex with me. Please, daisy, let me make you feel good,’ he says, and I shake my head, my heart melting at the pout that appears on his face.

‘Okay, how about this? You stay in me for a while, just to make sure I definitely get pregnant, and then afterwards, you can do whatever you want. Make me feel good to your heart’s desire,’ I say, and he grins. ‘Okay, there’s absolutely no science behind you getting pregnant because I stayed in you for longer, but whatever makes you happy,’ he says, and I smile.

He presses his lips to mine again, and we spend the rest of the night wrapped in a warm, hazy bubble of love and happiness. He holds me in his arms for hours (both before and after making me feel good lol) and we talk all night, both of us saying, ‘I can’t believe we’re married,’ more times than I can keep track of, the fact that I’m married to him hitting me several times throughout the night. Married to him, and about to be pregnant with his child. Married to the love of my life, Park Jimin. Who’d have thought? 

[sunbrights]

inktober #17: ornament

fandom: the magicians characters/pairings: this is a mosaic fic bc i'm a SAD SAPPY BITCH rating: t

“Green,” Quentin says, again.

“If it turns out the answer was ‘the spirit of Christmas’ all along,” Eliot says thoughtfully, slotting yet another green tile into F9, “I might actually, completely lose my shit.”

It’s Q’s pattern, so he’s the one up in the chair today, wrapped in a quilt and with their workbook flopped open in his lap. He leans up just enough to poke Eliot between the shoulderblades with the stick they use for orchestrating, the one that Eliot picked up on a whim years ago, and that Q has since shaped and smoothed into something actually useful.

“Shut up,” he says, all warmth. “It’s fun.” And then he says again, like Eliot even needs the guidance at this point: “Green.”

Christmas is a new thing. It’s Q’s new thing. And Quentin isn’t, like, a Christmas person, one of those people who prostrate themselves beneath red and green coffee cups and the one Mariah Carey song they know; he’d never even mentioned it before, in all the years they’ve already been here. But he mentioned it this year. Picked a day out and everything.

(“I just,” he’d mumbled into Eliot’s chest when he first floated the idea, late at night and unable to sleep, “I keep thinking about how when I was a kid, my dad—”

And Eliot doesn’t get it, but… he gets it. So: Christmas.)

They leave the last tile— a bright yellow one that goes right at the center of the star atop Q’s angular, geometric Christmas tree— for Teddy. He comes barreling out of the house on wobbly, excitable legs, Arielle hot on his heels, and Eliot has to catch him around the middle before he face plants right onto the puzzle.

“No,” he wails when Eliot tries to hand him the tile, months-deep already into his whirlwind toddler romance with the N-O word. “I wanna do it!”

He’s incandescently proud of himself when he’s able to squat down on his own and pick it up with both hands, his grin wide and toothy, so... really, Eliot’s the stupid one here.

“Alright,” Q coaches gently, one arm already wound around Arielle's waist like a weird, renaissance-y Christmas card. “Remember, just be careful— there you go.”

The tile slots in. Teddy pats around the edges of it like, presumably, he’s seen them do before, his little face screwed up in concentration.

Nothing happens, thank god.

Teddy doesn’t understand enough about the Mosaic to be disappointed by it. It’s only done what, from his perspective, it’s always done: nothing. So he tips his head back to look at them with that same bright, shining grin, and— honestly, Eliot barely remembers the last time he was disappointed by the Mosaic, either.

He flops dramatically back onto the tiles anyway, because Teddy still finds that shriek-laughingly hilarious, for some reason. He flops, too, fully starfished, one little boot making full-force contact with the side of Eliot's head.

“We’ll get a tree like this one today,” Q says, ever the voice of forward momentum. “Someone has to put the star on top. Who do you think it should be, Ted?”

Teddy shoots to his feet. “Me! I’ll do it!”

His hair is sticking up all over in the back. Eliot sits up enough to smooth it down for him. “You?” He lifts his chin and wrinkles his nose. Teddy scrunches his whole face back at him. “But you’re so short. How will you even reach?”

“I’m not!” He goes up on his tiptoes, arms stretched high over his head. “I can do it!”

Eliot leans back on one arm, rubs his chin, draws his thoughtful hum out, the whole nine yards. Teddy doesn’t waver for a second, hangs on to his determined eye contact, mouth set and fingers wiggling. In his periphery, Eliot can see Q rolling his eyes and Arielle hiding her smile into his temple.

Eliot snaps his fingers. “Ah. I see. How about—” and then he lunges forward to scoop Teddy up by the armpits.

Teddy shrieks again, this time right up against Eliot's ear. Which, whatever, he wasn't planning on winning any awards in long-distance listening any time soon. Teddy's just the right size now for Eliot to plop him on his shoulders, big enough and aware enough to keep himself steady without Eliot having to readjust his center of gravity every two seconds— which means he'll be way too big by this time next year, probably.

Demonstrably so, he twists his hands into Eliot's hair like the goddamn world is ending.

“See?” he crows, all his excitement kicking out through his legs. “I can do it! Daddy, I can do it!”

Q is smiling, sparkling like the whole fucking sky opened up and dumped every star in existence straight into the creases of his dimples. “You sure can, buddy.”

“Fine,” Eliot allows, catching Teddy's tiny, destructive feet in both hands, “but I get to hide the pickle.”

Arielle, who only hears the double-entendre, snorts indelicately into her hand. Teddy, who only hears the ridiculous combination of sounds that make up the word pickle, cracks up all over again.

Quentin, in his gold-star, stern-Dad-voice, says, “Eliot.”

“It’s only fair,” Eliot answers. “I did the legwork to get one, and, yes, it was exactly as tedious and impossible as it sounds. I deserve it.”

“What?” Arielle laughs, which he expects.

“What?” Quentin says at the same time, completely serious, which he doesn't.

“The ornament?” He’s getting the same blank, confused look, so he can’t help himself when he says, “Wait, what did you think I meant?”

“Eliot,” Q says again, decidedly less stern this time.

The thing with the pickle ornament is, it turns out, not as ubiquitous as Eliot assumed it was. He ends up having to explain it, which is— fine. Teddy’s excited, and Arielle thinks it’s cute, so they’ll do it. Simple. It should be validating, because it really was a pain in the ass, trying to find-slash-construct an ornament that would work.

On the other hand, he also kind of wishes he hadn’t bothered.

“We never did anything like that when I was a kid,” Quentin says, once Teddy has scurried back inside. It’s his affected-casual voice, the one he uses when he’s trying to make a point but doesn’t want to seem like he is.

“It’s really not that complicated, Q,” Eliot tells him. “But if you need help, you know I’m always happy to demonstrate.”

A wry, slanted little smile blooms across his face. “No, jackass.” And then it curls back in on itself again, quick as it came. He steps close, bumps their shoulders, tangles their arms, their elbows, their fingers. “I just, um. I’m pretty sure that makes it your tradition, El.”

Oh.

Eliot thinks it’s a weird way to frame it. Tradition is what Quentin is doing: letting the legacy of his family live on while his family isn’t here to participate. Eliot just… has a few semi-okay memories of tearing up a Christmas tree with his very Midwestern number of little cousins, and assumed everyone else did, too.

He says, “I guess.”

Q is peering up at him, searching his face. “I wasn’t sure how you’d feel about that,” he says, when Eliot doesn’t say anything else. “If it’s... weird, or bad, then—”

“Pretty sure that ship has sailed, Q. I can tell you from experience that if that child doesn’t find a pickle by this time tomorrow, we’ll have goddamn armageddon on our hands.”

“Sure, but...”

But... what?

The pickle ornament he found isn't really a pickle. It's a western marshlands long radish. They grow for months in muck and swamp slime, and they’re an absolute bitch to cook right; simmer them too hot, or for too long, and they get awfully, nastily bitter, bad enough to spoil a whole stew.

Teddy’s the only one in the family who likes them, because Teddy’s only ever eaten them after Eliot finally got the recipe right.

“It’s okay,” he decides, right that second. He tugs Q against him, tucks his worried, furrowed brow under his chin. “It really is. It’s— good. I think.”

“You think,” Quentin echoes, softly amused, but all his tense muscles go looser, just a bit. Just enough.

“Almost certain,” Eliot tells him. “Like, at least sixty percent. Minimum.” He closes his eyes, touches his lips just to the edge of Q’s hairline, and manages, softly, “Promise.”

He’s been doing this a long time. He’s spent years, decades, whatever, just— taking all the broken, sharp-edged pieces that came tumbling out of Whiteland back in the summer of 2010, and turning them into something new. Something different. Something his.

His stupid radish ornament. His queer little family. His shrieking, beaming son. His backwards, bizarre, beautiful mess of a life.

As far as traditions go, Eliot thinks he could do worse.

[peraltasames]

she is the lighthouse in the night

Pairing: Jake Peralta/Amy Santiago

Desc: The situation is no less grim, but the important distinction is that it’s manageable. His career that he’s worked so hard for is practically crumbling, especially if the Vulture stays and he’s on desk duty for the rest of his life, but it’s not destroying him as much as it should be. Not when he gets to wake up every morning to this.

Notes: i got a request for a companion piece to addicted to your light that shows jake realizing he's in love with amy AND i've been rewatching season 3 and when my heart melted when jake tells gina amy's been trying to cheer him up and gave him a sticker for waking up so here u go friends enjoy a lot more of the dark/light theme bc it's really important to me ok

title from hearts don't break around here by ed sheeran (SUCH a jake/amy song)

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The first thing Jake sees when he wakes up is dark, wavy hair. Instinctively, he buries his face closer and inhales the soft lavender scent he’s grown accustomed to smelling as soon as he wakes up. His arm curls tighter around the small figure in front of him, lightly grasping the material of his dark blue t-shirt in which Amy’s still sleeping soundly.

Glancing at the alarm clock, he realizes it’s nearly noon on a Tuesday. Not that he has any place to be, of course. He’s on his ninth day of a ten day suspension, and each day has felt longer than the last.

He must be starting to fidget due to the restless anxiety that’s been consuming him for days, because he feels the warmth fade as Amy stretches out her arms and turns to face him.

“Good morning, babe,” she says with her brightest smile. He also happens to know it’s her pity smile, typically employed when talking to victims. “How are you feeling?”

Awful, he thinks. Incapable of doing the one thing he’s truly good at because his boss is an idiot. Borderline depressed.

He doesn’t want her to know all that, but he’s also terrible at lying to her, so he goes with option C: avoiding the question.

“Shouldn’t you be at work? It’s Tuesday.”

She shakes her head, her hand coming up to stroke his hair, gently running her fingers through the messy curls. “I took a sick day. I have a ton of them saved up, and I needed a break from the Vulture. Also...I wanted to spend more time with you. You’re worrying me, Jake.”

Outside of work, she hasn’t left his side (therefore, his bed) since he was suspended over a week ago. She’s come to his apartment every night, bringing him food and watching his favourite movies and holding him until she has to go to work the next morning. Not only that, but she hasn’t reprimanded him or even questioned him for disobeying his superior, a major Santiago rule violation. She’s been supporting him unconditionally, and he still hasn’t found the words to thank her.

He sighs, leaning back against the pillow while she continues to play with his hair. “I’m fine. I just hate this.” He slides his hand up to rest on her waist, pulling her a bit closer. “I hate that he’s such a dick, I hate that he’s our freaking boss, I hate that he doesn’t understand that I’m just trying to arrest a serial killer because he’s too much of an idiot to realize the facts are all right-“

He’s interrupted by warm lips against his, softly kissing him until his thoughts begin to desist and his breathing returns to a normal pace. He opens his eyes to look into her beautiful, deep brown ones, and his chest feels a little lighter.

“I know it sucks,” she says, her hand stroking his bicep now. “But it’s only one more day. And I’m sure he won’t be our captain forever. We’ll find a way to get Holt back eventually.”

Jake’s hand reaches to grab hers where it’s rests on his other arm, squeezing it tightly. He doesn’t really believe her, doesn’t see how things can ever go back to normal with Madeline Wuntch in control, but the reassuring tone of her voice is enough to soothe him, at least for the moment.

“Thanks, babe,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to her forehead. He shifts a bit and extends his arm so that she can curl up into his side. He holds her securely to him, sighing again when her arm wraps around him and her head settles into his chest.

The situation is no less grim, but the important distinction is that it’s manageable. His career that he’s worked so hard for is practically crumbling, especially if the Vulture stays and he’s on desk duty for the rest of his life, but it’s not destroying him as much as it should be. Not when he gets to wake up every morning to this.

In less than two months, a world without Amy has become unfathomable. All the fear and pain of his life before her has lessened substantially with every kiss, every touch, every shared glance across their desk at work or while curled up on the couch at night. Even in his darkest hour, there’s still a beacon of light in the form of the incredible woman that he’s fortunate enough to be able to call his girlfriend now.

He doesn’t know if there’s a name for this, but he’s pretty sure the closest he can get is love. The kind of love that makes him realize he’s never really been in love before - not so soon, not so intensely, not like this.

When dark thoughts about work and the Vulture and Wuntch begin to creep into his brain again, all he has to do is focus on the way that Amy’s holding onto him like he’s her most treasured thing in the world (she’s certainly his) and the feeling that shoots through his body like a jolt of electricity every time she presses a light kiss on his jaw or neck or chest. For a moment, the thoughts disappear again.

“Maybe you should get out for a bit today,” Amy suggests quietly after a few minutes of wordless cuddling. “I was going to get some groceries for you.” She catches him opening his mouth to cut her off and beats him to it. “I know you haven’t been eating much, but you have to. If you don’t want to go to the store, will you at least meet Gina for a drink? She called last night after you fell asleep, she’s worried about you too.”

The thought of getting out of bed and facing the day is exhausting, but the thought of her spending another day worrying about him is worse. If anything, he owes it to her to try to persevere.

“Okay,” he says with discontent, thinly veiled behind a small smile. “Will you at least shower with me?”

Her eyes lighting up as he finally throws off the comforter and climbs out of bed reluctantly, she nods her head and strides over to grab his hand, leading him to the bathroom.

He has to admit, having sex in the shower with his stupid hot girlfriend does raise his spirits. To his dismay, the high fades when he has to change into real clothes instead of crawling back into bed with her, back to the only thing keeping him sane this week.

“You look great, babe,” Amy says, pulling him into a tight hug. “Have a good day. Call me if you need anything, okay? And I’ll be here when you get home.”

His heart swelling with gratitude that he doesn’t know how to put into a coherent phrase, he kisses her slowly. Significantly shorter than him without her heels on, Amy stands on her tiptoes and wraps her arms around his neck.

“Thanks, Ames,” he manages to say afterwards. “Seriously, thank you for everything.”

“Of course, Jake, always,” she says casually and without a beat, like the word always is a natural one to throw around in a relationship this new. Maybe, just maybe, they might be on the same page about this whole thing. “Oh, I almost forgot.”

She runs across the room to her purse and returns with a tiny sticker, which she places on his shirt under his jacket. Jake lets out his first genuine laugh in days as he glances down at the sticker, a cute little cartoon of a sun with the word “super”.

“Ames, what’s this?”

“It’s for getting out of bed,” she says with a smile.

“Is this one of the stickers you give to your nephews when you help them with their math homework?”

“Maybe.”

Jake leans down to kiss her again. It’s one of those moments that are becoming increasingly more common in which he’s absolutely certain of his feelings. He thinks he’s known, at least on some subconscious level, that he’s loved her for a long time. This just happens to be the first time he fully admits it to himself.

He’s considering blurting it out right away, but his mind flashes back to a night not that long ago: the look on Sophia’s face as she said she didn’t “accidentally love him back”, the way the words made his heart feel like it was shattering. Not only for the loss of one of his first real, adult relationships, but because it was the final nail in the coffin that was his relationship with the idea of love in itself.

His dad left his mom. Sophia left him. If love couldn’t prevent any of that from happening, how could it stop him from losing Amy?

He has to wait until he’s absolutely sure that it’s mutual. He thinks he can see it sometimes - there’s a sparkle in her eye that often appears when he makes her laugh or when he says something surprisingly sincere and affectionate, and it gives him hope. Maybe someday in the near future, she’ll tell him how she feels and he’ll finally have the courage to say it back. Until then, he’ll wait.

After so long in the dark, he simply can’t afford to lose his light.

[kwibu]

ok i accept my fate then haha and thank you!! yes i need some help, you could link me your fav videos maybe? or smth to help me know their names lol so far i only know woozi (he looks a little like suga and is really short, right?), jeonghan (i never saw a human that beautiful) and vernon bc of my sister haha

Good lord I really tried keeping it short but it just got more elaborate the further along the way I got halp. Also this took ages I’m so sorry! I’ll add in the links to videos and all a bit later. For now you can enjoy this content!

Jihoon

[© Dreamlike [☆]  ]

Yeeeeeeees that little man is Woozi! He was actually my first bias because I’m really short as well so I really connected, haha. He is an actual musical genius though. Boy is so talented and insightful? He does a lot of composing and producing and  he works really hard always, the other members really admire him. He writes a lot of the lyrics as well. He hates doing aegyo and hates skinship but loves when the members tease him about it. Can be very wild at times but is usually a bit reserved. Can be very Savage but will check up on other members in a way he thinks they won’t notice he cares about them. Also he’s a cupcake please love him!

For looks he’s very soft and has a rather round face with relatively wide nostrils. When he laughs his face turns into the XD smiley it’s embarrassingly cute. He’s short but still 13 cm taller than I am so I don’t think I have a right to call him that but I still do. He once wore a sweater with the words ‘Grown Man’ on it.

Jeonghan

[© One Shot [☆]]

Jeonghan looks like a literal angel - if angels are even capable of such beauty - but don’t be fooled because he loves mischief and he loves setting members up against each other (not in a serious way though). Also he’s needy af and needs constant attention. He takes care of the others and he’s refered to himself as the ‘mom’ before but has now started calling himself the ‘dad’. He is a 4y/o though, don’t be fooled. A little shit with a massive heart.

For looks? Well, angelic, basically. Has big doe eyes with that sharp inner corner, and his nose kind of looks like it’s been sharply cut off? It sounds rude but I mean to say that it’s cute. He has a delicate little nose. Also his cheeks are a little hollow but he has a prominent chin and cheekbones. His long hair was glorious, his short hair is too.

Vernon

[ © The Boy Vernon  [☆] ]

Vernon! What a special snowflake. Seriously. He has a very unique way of seeing things and he’s very very creative and I admire that a lot! He’s a very hearty person. Very open, very honest, very warm. A bit theatrical. He sometimes wears outfits that really put up a middlefinger to gender roles (yes, he does this consciously) and I’m digging it. A bit reckless sometimes. Needs to be protected.

For looks, if you see anyone making meme-faces it’s probably him. Looks like he is up to no good 24/7. Other than that he’s probably the most western-looking out of all of them and he has a sharp, angular jawline and really really good eyebrows. When he smiles his mouth forms a heart???? Also cute little baby teeth.

Seungkwan

[ © BOO-Bit  [☆] ]

Seungkwan is 1 out of 2 powervocals holy shit his vocals are fantastic, seriously. Could probably sing the entire Phantom Of The Opera on his own if he wanted to. He likes adding a funny or dramatic note in podcasts or variety shows. He’s so beautiful though, he has this natural glow and I just??? He’s very underrated though wow. Very good at putting emotion in his singing. Is very soft and queen-like. Very outspoken.Very loud. Very emotional.

For looks he has a very very round face and puffy cheeks it’s so beautiful? (throwback to when someone asked him ‘your natural look is just ‘bloated’ right?’ and he cried for his mom). Usually goes for softer or more natural haircolours right blonde, brown or pastel-anything. Very round eyes and looks very good with eyeliner on. Also he has a nice butt (Vernon has literally said it was his favourite part about Seungkwan soooo).

Seokmin 

[ © !My Oh My! [☆] ]

DK! Power vocal 2. A sunshine boy. He smiles and laughs a lot. Sometimes it’s a bit fake and he seems a bit insecure but honestly it makes me love him a thousand times more because he ain’t smiling for people to like him more, he’s smiling because he’s trying to cheer the others up and honestly how can you not love? He’s also hilarious and said to look like a horse (members joke about this often, also he does the horse-dance from time to time bless). Is really loud and always singing up to the point where it annoys the other members. Very warm person. Despite his talents he is very very humble.

As for looks, his face is longer than most and he actually has a pretty broad jaw. His eyesmile is everything. His eyes sparkle most of the time. A very tol and lanky dude. Also usually sticks with natural shades of brown/black in terms of hair. Has fantastic thighs. Bit of a pointy nose and has a birthmark on his cheek.

Minghao

[ © 명랑호도그  [☆] ]

Speaking of lanky dudes, this guy here is Hao. The8. Though no one calls him that anymore. He dabs. All of the fucking time. He even did a leg-dab once. Stop him. He’s one of the two Chinese members. His limbs look so pointy and awkward but he moves like a fucking cat, seriously, his dancing and movement is so smooth all of the time? Knows how to use nunchucks for real. Likes romantic novels. Do not trust anyone who calls him a savage because he is literally the softest boy ever and cares so much about the other members? He stares at them fondly 24/7. He’s usually very timid and shy but he’s become a lot more open (probably also because he knows more Korean and is more confident) and he likes to talk about his interests and the books and movies he’s watching. He’s a bit of a zen dude.

As for looks, well, I have a lot to say. First of all his eyes? They’re sort of slitted but also really really big and very beautiful. Looks innocent, is probably guilty. He has a boopy nose and elf ears (yes it is vital you know this) and pump lips. Has become very very stylish of late (if we’re not counting the bucket hats) and honestly he dresses so well I’m in love? Has a long neck and a pretty prominent adams apple.

Junhui

[ © Moon Jerry [☆] ]

Where there’s Hao there’s Jun. China line. Hao once said if he were in Korea and Jun wasn’t, it wouldn’t work. He’s very confident in his looks and rightfully so. He’s very playful and laughs a lot but when he’s on stage he turns into some sort of hot dad i don’t know okay? He lives in his own world and is usually very quiet during interviews or Vlives but every now and then you’ll catch him creeping out of his shell doing his own weird thing ilhsm? He’s a pretty enthusiastic dude. Incredible dancer, conveys emotions with his body so well? He cares for the others in small ways like bringing them water when others prank them to eat hot food.

As for looks, he also has a very boopy nose and a prominent adams apple. A very strong jawline and really broad shoulders. His upper lip is a bit pouty and has very sharp corners. His eyes are very shiny and I have a thing for his lower lashline. Has relatively big ears that have this sharp line on the bottom? People die when he wears a choker. Is said to look a lot like Heechul from Suju. He’s one of the members that have more of a man’s body than a boy’s, I guess?

Soonyoung

[ © Sweet 10 [☆] ]

Hoshi is such a many-sided person I’m not sure where to begin? He choreographs almost all of their songs and gains inspiration from literally anything and I admire that so much? Dances so smoothly and naturally it’s like he doesn’t even have to try (though I know he works so hard to achieve that). He can portray anything through dance, seriously, he’s so damn good. Is very passionate and said to be stern during dance practice though he is enthusiastic and more playful outside of work. He laughs a lot and is very extroverted. King of aegyo. Drama queen. Baby hamster.

As for looks he’s quite easy to distuinguish. He looks very very soft (though I’ve noticed I say that about almost everyone) and has chubby little hamster cheeks and relatively broad teeth. He  has the nickname 10:10 because his eyes look like the arms of a clock at that time. His eyes are very small and slitted and yes, they point upwards at the outer corners and they always twinkle and I’m so in love??

Chan

[© Look at D [☆] ]

Dino. I admire this kid so much. He is a baby but honestly he’s one of the most serious members. He’s very passionate and has set goals for himself, has high standards. Crazy with dance, very tight movement. Knows how to be sexy while he should not because he is a baby. He’s bright and honest and tbh he can be really savage but usually he does that to bring his point across in a more funny way? Very critic eye especially towards himself. Does not like it when Jeonghan asks whose baby he is (spoiler alert: he’s Jeonghan’s baby). He’s very thoughtful and grounded.

As for looks, his face is shaped a little angular but then his nose is so boopy? Has very thin lips. High and prominent cheekbones. No double eyelid to be found and tbh his eyes are gorgeous?? Tiny ears and tiny hands for a tiny boy.

Seungcheol

[© S.Clair [☆] ]

S. Coups aka the one and only real Dad amongst all dads. Honestly I respect this dude so much? He has to put up with twelve children, be the bridge between pledis and said children, listen to all his children’s opinion and try to make it into 1 thought and voice said thought to said company or other instances. He keeps them in check when needed but most importantly he supports them so much? Honestly he tries to bring out the best in everyone even though it sometimes makes him selfconscious because he might not be as good as they are wow. Apart from that he’s a great rapper and has a good sense for rhythm (which is nice when you’re a rapper lmao).

As for looks he’s a bit less polished than the rest and I like it best when he has that little bit of scruff but no pledis ain’t letting their idols do that. If I’m being completely honest it took me the longest out of all members to find him attractive? I think it’s mainly because idols tend to look rather elegant and I feel like it doesn’t really suit his personality but idk. Anyhows he has a killer jawline, his eyes are slanted downwards at the outer corners. A cute smol chin, plump lips and tiny ears. His forehead is suspected of murder. Oh and he has a gummy smile!!

Mingyu

[© Dreamlike [☆]]

Aaaah this boy??? He is a bit like Taehyung in the sense that he’s either really smart or really dumb (I agree with both). He’s rather bubbly and chatty and has very broad interests and asks lots of questions (”do fish blink? do they???”) (which, apparently, no they don’t because they don’t have eyelids). Looks like some sort of sex god or an adorable doofus there’s no inbetween. He’s a puppy. Either he’s pouty and pulling puppy eyes or he’s happily wagging his tail and trailing after Wonwoo. Is very beautiful and has a great sense of fashion. He conveys emotions very well on his face. Has a lot of little ticks like blinking rapidly, scrunching his nose etc. He’s actually a bit selfconscious and doesn’t like it very much when others tease him. Other than that he’s a fun and bright dude. Can sign, rap AND dance wow. I think his dancing impregnates at least 10 (un)fortunate ladies a day. Also he can cook really well and is said to be one of the members that cleans the most.

As for looks… Well he most certainly has them holy crap. He’s what we call in Dutch: a Mooiboy. (A pretty boy), which is a look I usually hate but he pulls it off so well and he’s adorable so oops. Anyhow, the inner corners of his eyes are curled inwards really sharply it’s beautiful and then the outer corners are curled outwards really sharply and it’s just so beautiful? Has pretty thick eyebrows and cute little ears. HIS SKIN IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING I HAVE (N)EVER SEEN SERIOUSLY IT IS GLOWING AND WARM AND HOLY SHIT I CAN’T PUT IT INTO WORDS okay just wanted to make that clear let’s move on. The bridge of his nose is relatively broad but his nostrils are all round and cute. Heartshaped uppper lip, tiny bottom lip. His teeth are a little crooked and it’s a nice contrast to all the perfect lines in his entire face and body and he has these cute little pointy canines? Broad neck and is probably the most buff out of all the boys (though Minghao and Jun have crazy muscles as well they’re a lot lankier built) and he’s the tallest. In short: if looks could kill he would’ve wiped out half the universe.

Wonwoo

[© PROOFER [☆]]

Wow I’m so predictable putting these two together aren’t I? Boy I don’t even know where to begin with him. He’s so ??? He’s everything. Anyway. People always describe him as the emo, wanting-to-die-kid because when his face is blank he looks like he’s about to murder you in cold blood, and to be honest I think that’s a bit tasteless because he’s a very bright and happy bub, He’s very playful and likes to mess around (especially with Soonyoung and Mingyu). I don’t think he gets to do it often but he likes lazing around and spacing out. A gamer. Very introverted but has become a lot better at expressing his feelings (partly through rap, partly to other members. seriously, he goes off when he raps). He can be a bit obnoxious I guess, haha. He has a terrible sense of humor and makes a lot of puns. Is a bit of an awkward dad, a goofball. He loves to read and likes nature (he loves eating flowers and calls plants his children).

He is tol and smol. He’s a very skinny dude. I feel like I should make two different versions for smiley Wonwoo and straight-faced Wonwoo because they look so different? Blank-Wonwoo is ethereal and statuelike, all sharp lines and fragile bones and perfect bonestructure. He has a broad and sharp jaw, a really sharp nose and catlike eyes. His earlobes are square wtf it’s so cute? And then his lips… They’re gorgeous. They’ve got such sharp ridges and it looks a little like the corners go up a little too early? I don’t know how to describe it. Not to mention his fantastic cheekbones.

Now for smiley-Wonwoo… He’s the opposite of that. As my friend @bokdeongeori once said; a raisin. Every single tight line in his face loosens up and his eyes become a little slitted and the corners of his mouth curl up in the cutest way possible and hE HAS THE AUDACITY TO SCRUNCH HIS NOSE WHEN HE LAUGHS AND IT MAKES ME VERY ANGRY. Also he totally kills the glasses look. And by that I mean the glasses look kills me. He invented sweaterpaws. Not to mention I spotted a few hairs on his chin twice or thrice and my life is blessed.

(if i had to pick a bias it would be him, but given that’s impossible i’ll just say i have a lot of feelings for him)

Joshua

[ © Shummelier  [☆] ]

Jisoo. The lost son. Seriously, the other in vocal unit and svt always forget to include him and it makes me angry. It even makes him angry at times and that’s really saying something because he is the Gentlest Soul out there. He’s Christian and dressed up as a priest for Halloween (with Jeonghan out there like Harley Quinn) so they sometimes call him Jisoos or refer to him when someone needs said person in their life. He’s drop-dead gorgeous and is a calming presence (even when he’s not present. looking at pictures of him helps me calm my anxiety, i’m not even kidding). That being said he is very very cheeky. Is fluent in English and always helps the other members out when they’re struggling with it. He smiles a lot and generally radiates good vibes. He’s really humble but I feel like sometimes he shouldn’t let the other members barge over him so often. 

As for looks, his eyes??????? They’re everything?? They’re massive and just beautifully shaped holy shit they were made for winged eyeliner. Not to mention they’re literally always sparkling. Imagine that. Every day, every moment, sparkling with life. Has a boopy nose and a pouty upperlip it’s so cute. He has big ears! And quite a lot of piercings in them. He has the longest neck. He’s lanky and tall-ish but carries himself more like a queen than anything. Seriously, he’s really really elegant and lately he’s been dressing so well I’m quaking.

Okay so I hope you understand now why it’s impossible to choose a bias. You really really can’t when there’s thirteen boyish men like svt out there. To be honest I haven’t even tried, I’ve just divided my heart up into thirteen equal parts and mailed one to each of the members along with a love letter because I’m school like that. I hope you know a bit more now and are able to tell them apart \o/

(keep in mind that this is just my take on their idol personas. i don’t claim to know how they really are!)

(i’ll do the videos for you tomorrow nonnie!)

[jaeminlore]

Close to You // Jung Jaehyun

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the prompt: can you do a Jaehyun scenario song based with The Carpenters-Close to You.

words: 832

category: song fic + father!au

author note: my mom used to put this song on for us to fall asleep to when me and my sisters were childhood memories :’). It’s one of my favorite memories. because of that, I thought maybe father!jaehyun. also im not gonna apologize for his being short bc it’s rlly cute

- destinee

pls bring back dark haired jae i’m begging

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“Why do birds suddenly appear, ev'ry time you are near? Just like me, they long to be close to you.“

“Daddy, tell us the story again!” Your daughter, Hana, tugged on Jaehyun’s hand.

You watched, just a few steps behind your family. Your daughter had always been a bit more attached to your husband than you. That was okay, since her twin brother, Hansung, favored you more.

“Yeah, tell us the bird story!” He shouted in glee, letting go of your hand to run to his father.

“Okay,” Jaehyun said, smiling down at both of his children. “Well, there is a princess who lives very far away in a castle. Her name is Hana.”

“That’s my name!” Hana interrupted.

“It is.” Jaehyun winked at her, causing her to giggle. “This princess was so loved by the world, even the birds followed her around.”

“That’s not possible!” Hana argued as she always did. “Birds don’t care about humans.”

“Oh, but this human was special,” Jaehyun said seriously. “This princess made everyone want to be close to her.”

Hana pouted, “Do I have that power?”

Jaehyun crouched down and pulled her closer to his side, “Let’s find out, shall we? Be quiet for a moment, and we’ll see if any of the birds give up their hiding places.”

Your children stayed absolutely still and waited with halted breath for a bird to appear.

Luckily, a robin flew down to the grass a few meters from you.

“Look, Daddy! A bird!” Hana hissed.

Jaehyun smiled, “See Hana? They want to be close to you. Just like me.”

-

"That is why all the girls in town follow you all around. Just like me, they long to be close to you…“

You and Jaehyun sat on chairs beside your children’s bedsides, having just read them their bedtime story.

Your son had a harder time falling asleep, and he clutched Jaehyun’s fingers with his own chubby, three-year-old hand. "I don’t wanna go to daycare tomorrow.”

“Why not, Hansung? You always have fun.”

Your son pouted at his dad. “Hana’s friends chase me around the playground.”

Jaehyun gasped, “Well you know what that means, don’t you?”

Hansung furrowed his little eyebrows. “It means they’re mean.”

“No,” Jaehyun chuckled. “It means they want to be close to you.”

“Really?” Hansung’s eyes grew wide. “Just like birds want to be close to Hana?”

“Something like that.” Jaehyun nodded. “Why don’t you try playing with them tomorrow? I bet they like tag.”

“Okay!” Hansung said.

Jaehyun ruffled the boy’s dark hair before he tucked his race car bedsheets up to his chin. “Now go to sleep, alright? Love you.”

“I love you, too.”

-

Why do stars fall down from the sky, ev'ry time you walk by? Just like me, they long to be close to you.“

That night, you leaned against your balcony railing with a cup of hot chocolate in your hands. You wondered how you had gotten so lucky to have a husband who was also a good father.

The glass door slid open behind you, and your husband walked up to you, dressed in his pajamas. "Hello, Darling.”

“Hi,” you said. You still got a little flustered when you saw your husband. You were very thankful to have someone like him. “Ready for bed?”

He shook his head, “Can we just stay out here for awhile?”

“Okay,” you agreed.

Jaehyun sat down on one of the balcony’s deck chairs and patted his lap. You obliged and sat between his legs, resting your back against his chest and hugging the mug of hot chocolatpe closer to your face.

The two of you watched the stars in silence, something you couldn’t do much with two kids running around.

“Look!” You pointed to the sky. “A shooting star!”

“Look at that,” Jaehyun said. “Even the stars want to be as close to you as I am.”

You elbowed him. “Those cheesy lines may work on the kids but they definitely don’t work on me.”

Jeahyun kissed the crown of your head, “Ah, well I tried.”

-

"On the day that you were born the angels got together and decided to create a dream come true. So, they sprinkled moon dust in your hair of gold, and star-light in your eyes of blue.“

"Do you remember when the twins were born? What I told you?” Jaehyun asked as the two of you were still out stargazing.

“Something about stardust,” you said. “I was in so much pain I really couldn’t have cared less.”

“It was moon dust,” Jaehyun corrected you.

“I’m just teasing you,” you laughed. “I remember most of it. I just don’t know if I believe you.”

“Oh, come on,” Jaehyun hugged you tighter against him. “Our kids are beautiful. The only logical explanation is that angels helped make them.”

“Fine.” You said, giving your husband the benefit of the doubt. “Explain everything for me again so I can see if I believe it.”

“Okay,” Jaehyun rubbed his hands up and down your arms. “Well, when the angels found out you were pregnant, they were just so excited because they had never seen such a beautiful human before. They decided to make your babies a dream come true. They used moon dust to make the twin’s eyes sparkle and their hair shine. That’s also why they’re the most beautiful, angelic children.”

You smiled. “I’ll admit: I like that theory.”

Jaehyun kissed your head again. “I love you. I’m so thankful for you and the twins.”

You squeezed his arms, which is all you could really do, given your position. “Me too.”

~the end~

[soap-brain]

oooo so i got tagged by both @elroymarvelous (something like a week ago i’m so sorry) and @greetings-from-the-suffer-puppet (yesterday :p) to do this alphabet questions thing! let’s go!!

a - age: 19

b - birthplace: düsseldorf, nrw (it’s in germany) (it’s the best city in germany) (95 olé)

c - current time: 11:38 am

d - drink you had last: some neat sparkling water, also i pretended to drink chips rings but they’re solid so idk whether that counts

e - easiest person to talk to:��@greetings-from-the-suffer-puppet , cause we have somehow absolutely /no/ need for filters and we’ve talked about some things we would never, ever talk about with other people :D (hey ryn, remember the scintillating convo we had recently involving chrispy? good times) and also @loststarlight bc she’s a very bad person who got me into a ship and enables me to write fic for it and sends me unacceptable photo posts and totally made me watch doom!! which i didn’t want to do.. at.. all *sweats nervously and holds hand over pocket that’s def not bulging with karl pics... and bruce... and chrispy...*

f - favorite song: atm it’s a tie between sabotage by the beastie boys and ..... every time we touch by cascada (look, i’m technically a rock person, but sometimes it’s midnight, you’ve had about 5hrs of sleep every night, you know you have at least one more hour of super complicated chemistry to do, you’ve had a long ass day, you’re really hungry, just had a bowl of cereal and are fast approaching an ultra sugar high. what better to party with than that song??)

g - grossest memory: story time! during grades 9-12, i sometimes liked walking home instead of doing the hour long tram and bus ride. idk, it was a self reflection / relaxing thing, which i still kinda do. there was a short tunnel i had to go through. nothing scary, it was literally just the street and a pavement on each side, it was short, well lit, in an okay neighborhood, there were frequently people around etc. so really, really, not scary / gross. one day i’m walking and i see a guy of maybe my age coming towards me ahead of me, so i go to one side of the pavement, while he goes to the other, i’m doing the staring ahead thing which will morph into a lightning quick checking the other person over thing once we pass each other. it’s a thing i do. so  we’re just about to pass each other, and he pushes up his tee shirt (it was summer/spring) and ... there’s just... his erection. which he consciously shows to me. and he says something which i didn’t hear cause i’m listening to music, but i do physically recoil a little, my shoulder brushes the tunnel wall but i keep walking, pretending nothing happened, and i remember thinking to myself “the fact that you know now that you won’t believe yourself later that you didn’t make this up is the only thing that’ll make you believe it really happened.”, and just because i know i thought that then already, i believe myself that i didn’t make it up cause man, i kinda wanted to pretend it didn’t happen. and that’s the story of the first ever real life erection i saw! yay! now you know things about me you didn’t want to know!

h - horror yes or no: noooooo pls i get scared easily. even bad horror movies (ie doom) can scare me a bit. esp jumpscares??? the worst imo

i - in love?: nah. never been, either *shrug emoji*

j - jealous of people?: klasjdlfjasdlf i get really jealous of how people manage to socially interact with such ease?? and just... talk to other people and aren’t awkward and make friends?? a wild concept

k - killed someone?: ok so i know we should all either answer something cool and quirky or no!! of course not!! but i have a story. (fuck ok now y’all think i actually killed a person. disclaimer: i didn’t. but i was close) ok so i was doing my three months mandatory nurse work for studying medicine, and around the second month there was this old lady (93yo i think), who’d just gotten i think a new hip? and before her op she was surprisingly mobile with her walking frame and just really cute and chipper and also scared of her op. afterwards, she went to the icu, as was scheduled bc she was so old, and and then she got back to her regular station, and she was slowly but surely learning how to sit up and stand up again and then also walk. she had major pain problems  and her leg had gotten stiff, but she really was a champ, and i really liked her. also, to make some infusions (ie pain meds) easier, she’d gotten a central venous catheter, ie a catheter into the vein right at the bottom of her neck. and then it was time to take it out bc she’d gotten so much better, and there was a doctor there and i was just doing some work or something in the same room (i think we just got done helping the patient dress), and the doctor knew i wanted to study medicine, so she asked me whether i wanted to take it out with her help. i said yes, and then the doctor got a call and took it and told me to go ahead and detach the iv drip line from the catheter. which i did. then i waited for the doctor to finish her call to tell me the next step. she was done just as the patient started feeling faint and started to lose feeling in the arm on the side the central venous catheter was in. long story short, she was rushed to the icu again, because what i didn’t know was that you had to close the catheter, and i’d essentially pulled off the stopper as well, and she ended up having no blood in certain parts of her brain, which i think ended up as a terminal condition for her. she lived, but she had a very, very hard time getting better again and i think she never fully recovered. so. yeah. that’s my story on how i almost killed a person.

l - love at first sight or should I walk past again?: definitely walk past again :D looks and mannerism can be very deceiving

m - middle name: inge brigitte

n - number of siblings: 2

o - one wish: to get my shit together lmao

p - person i called last: i think my dad?? about photoshop?

q - question you’re always asked: probably about my one weird tooth maybe? or what i did between school and uni 

r - reason to smile: getting messages / people willingly interacting with me, horses, when life is going good, when i can be proud of myself for a reason, when there’s music making me feel good things, star trek

s - song you last sang: i don’t sing. i’d sometimes like to, but i feel too awkward cause i’ve been told that i can’t sing at all, so like...

t - time you woke up: 6:47 am the first time, then sometime around 8

u - underwear color: white

v - vacation: this probably ties in with all the “places you wanna visit” ask games, so the answer has to be most of europe, northern america, iceland, australia, parts of asia, parts of africa, space, berlin

w - worst habit: picking at my skin.... and procrastinating!

y - your favorite food: well my fave meal would be garlic bread, a medium steak with fries and beans and either lava cake or crème brûlée for dessert, along with an apple martini; but my fav normal food would be spaghetti bolognese and ... chocolate-y sweets (and truffles. oh boy i want some truffles now)

z - zodiac: libra

i’m tagging @loststarlight, @chameleon-kirk, @bottomkirk, @mccoysbi, @lieutenant-sapphic, @trappist-1p and everyone else who wants to do this!! esp all my new followers - if you wanna do this, tag me so i can get to know y’all!!

[bbangjaes]

:’) aw thank you so much i loved making those

i think i know exactly what you’re trying to say, coming right up!

(also i’m really really sorry this took so long i desperately need a new laptop bc mine is trash and keeps not working well when i try to write)

-mik

SF9 SCENARIO: Them Saving You From A Conversation You Want To Get Out Of

Youngbin: 

Have no fear, Binnie is here. He would be very in tune to your eye signals because he’s always getting lost in them (oooooo smooth, mik *high fives self*). This literal father would swoop in and attack the person you’re talking to with distractingly bad dad jokes or something while you made your escape. But, since he’s wickedly charming and just plain great to look at (srsly this guy has the most blindingly beautiful smile i’ve ever laid eyes on), he might struggle to them get himself out of the conversation. After some very kind listening and thoughtful nodding, he’d somehow manage to weasel his way away from the person that you so desperately wanted to get away from and get back to you. You’d be worried that he was mad at you for making him sacrifice himself for you but just the opposite would be true. He’d be a complete sweetheart about it and ask you if you were okay (i swear he’s such boyfriend material heart eyes emoji).

Inseong:

I feel like this meme would front like he knew how to save you but, in reality, he would have no clue (smh what a loser amiright amiright). You’d be signaling to him with widened eyes and he’d be super confused at first like ???? fuck you doing but would then finally understand why you looked like your eyes were bulging out of your head after a bit. He’d try and think up ways that he could help you and would settle on a plan of action that he was very confident in (oh jeez, here we go). He’d stroll on over to you and the person that you were talking to and put his arm around your shoulders. He’d very smoothly apologize for interrupting and calmly say that he had to steal you away for an important matter. You were looking at him with heart eyes like he was your hero. That is, until he crumbled right before your eyes. The person who you were talking to would ask what the “important matter” was and, unfortunately, your genius boyfriend would not have considered the possibility of that question coming up in his master plan (i really do love him i swear). After a moment of panic, Inseong would make some noise like a frustrated child and just sort of drag you away from the person without another word (i’m rolling idk why i made this like this but i thoroughly believe that inseong would be a hot mess).

(ignore the funny ass captions but i feel like he’d be this level of shook/confused)

Jaeyoon:

This honey would know right away that his baby was in trouble (i feel like he’d have some crazy “my gf is in danger” sense or something). He would zoom at the speed of light to come save you from the conversation. He’d probably use his smarts and come up with a v v v convincing excuse for the other person to have to leave. Jaeyoon would tell them some bullshit like that someone else needed them at that exact moment so they couldn’t initiate their conversation with you and that they better get to steppin. That person would fall for his diversion immediately and you would be free. Jaeyoon would have saved the day like a true angel but this little shit would stick his face out to you and look like he was waiting for something. You’d give the cute headass a kiss on the cheek and he’d consider the favor returned (idk why but i just imagined how unbelievably soft his cheek would be to kiss… i gotta go now).

Dawon:

No need to worry, Lee “Extra” Sanghyuk will come to your aid. That is, after he embarasses you. I’m almost certain that he wouldn’t even know that your eye signals to him were signals. He would practically scream to you from across the room to ask you wtf was up with your eyes or some shit like that and you would be completely justified to facepalm at this moment. After he noticed that you weren’t just trying out some new eyelid exercises, he’d realize that you wanted out of the conversation that you were trapped in and he’d “skillfully” get you out of it. He’d scream again, “JAGIYA. COME QUICK. I’M NEEDY… FOR… FOR YOU.” (that may or may not have been a dirty reference and no, i’m not the least bit ashamed of it ok maybe i am pls forgive me) Completely mortified from the confused look that you were getting from the person you were talking to and the amused looks that you were getting from the other members, you turned red as tomato. Usually you’d scream back at him to shut up when he did stuff like that (which would be v often) but you were so desperate to get out of the conversation that you were in that you smiled at the person across from you and excused yourself. You walked over to Dawon and gave him a death glare that practically burned right through him. Wising up real quick, this boy would gtfo and fast (rest in peace dawon it was nice knowin ya bud).

(ayyyyy lmao it’s my gif)

Zuho:

This boy is lowkey the most awkward human to ever exist so he’d be a confused noodle boy trying to help you (a lil off topic but also not, i honestly feel like zuho is also a v shy bun around people he doesn’t know but that could just be me). I feel like he too would not get your eye signals right away and would be a little puzzled, wondering why you were looking at him funny (i can see him being super confused lmaooooo). After he realized that he didn’t have something on his face or a bug in his hair or some shit, he would have a look of pure relief. You’d furrow your eyebrows at him to further hint that you needed his help and he’d try to frantically think of a way to get you away from the person talking to you. Juho would then kind of just noodle his way slowly over to the two of you and smile a little at the person across from you. He’d proceed hesitantly to ask them some random question that was so weird and out of nowhere that they’d stop mid-sentence just to stare at him in confusion. You’d already slipped away and you looked back at Zuho while he just stood there like a statue until the person got fed up and left. Your knight in shining armor would then look at you for approval and to check and see if you were okay like a kind boyfriend (he’s so pure i swear pls protect him from all danger).

Rowoon:

Rowoon’s spidey mom senses would be tingling at rates off the fucking charts and he would instantly know that you needed him (i’m laughing out loud rn bc i just picture the funniest look of worry spreading over his face). But, instead of formulating a plan of action ahead of his rescue mission, he would be next to you before he even knew what was happening. I feel like he’d be shook and not even remeber moving his legs to get over there or some crazy shit like that he’d be so fast at getting to you (it’s the freakishly long legs, man). He’d politely notify the person that you were talking that you were needed elsewhere and that he was very sorry for any inconvenience that your absence would cause. Due to Rowoon’s freakishly beautiful visuals and sparkling charm, the person would not question him, say goodbye to you, and leave. This concerned boyfriend would then make sure that you were unharmed and hold you tight to his chest v protective-like.

Taeyang:

Tae would be smooth af and would have you out of there in no time at all. He’d tune into your eye signals right away and would know just what to do (like it’d be scary how well he’d handle this shit). With a beaming smile, he’d make his way over to you and stand at your side. He would then greet the person that you were talking to and engage them in conversation, utilizing his sunshiney personality and dazzling smile (which is legit crafted from pieces of the sun n pure happiness i s2g) to distract them so that you could sneak away. Once you were safely out of range, he would expertly make up an excuse for him to leave and politely say goodbye to the person. The person that you didn’t want to talk to wouldn’t know what hit them and would be on cloud nine from just having an interaction with the literal angel that is Yoo Taeyang (as anyone would be) and you would be free. The two of you would probably then celebrate with a cute asf bubble tea date or some shit like that.

Hwiyoung:

This weirdo would have a rather… unconventional way of getting you out of the conversation. Hwi would see the distressed look in your eyes and try to figure out what the hell you were trying to tell him for a good 10 minutes or so and would eventually get it. He’d then think for a second before he executed his master plan. He would walk up behind the person that you were talking to while they were speaking to you. You would widen your eyes at him and he’d just put a finger over his lips to tell you to not alert the enemy of his presence. He’d then scare the living shit out of the person by screaming and touching their back quickly (lmfao i’m geeked). The person would be shocked and Hwiyoung would signal to you to get out of there while they were registering what the actual fuck just happened to them and you’d be able to escape. By the time the shocked victim of Hwiyoung’s attack got their heartbeat back to a normal speed, the two of you would be long gone (*sings* eojjeomyeon urin BONNIE AND CLYDEEEEE ok i’m done).

Chani:

Tbh I feel like it’d be more likely for something like this to happen to Chani himself (like I can totally see him accidentally getting himself into conversations that he’d rather die than be stuck in all the time lmfao poor thing). But if it was his boo thing in this situation, he would try his hardest to save you. He’d hesitantly come over to where the two of you were talking and stand calmly by your side. After listening to two or three sentences from the vigorous speaker across from you, he’d suddenly and dramatically point in the direction opposite of the two of you and shout, “WHOA, WHAT IS THAT?” And when the person talking turned around to try and see what the fuck he was pointing at, he’d grab you by the arm and run like hell. Once you guys were in the safety of literally anywhere that wasn’t there, you’d give him a kiss of the cheek and call him your hero while he was still out of breath from hardcore sprinting. The lil bun would blush but then front like he was tough shit and say, “Oh, that? That was nothing.”

(CAN WE JUST APPRECIATE THIS GIF FOR A SEC BC WOW)