#i swear the asks are coming i'm catching up and i'm scheduling them i promise

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

First of all, no worries lol. It's taken me literal months to respond to people sometimes, and not for any good reason so I'd say you're fine.

Anyways, with that out of the way let me just say I find that interesting. Kiri, to me, has always come off as someone who attaches herself to one place. In my experience, there's a difference between being able to adapt/connect anywhere you go and truly being a traveler at heart, and Kiri strikes me as the former. She yearns to dig deeper into her knowledge and connections regarding her home and thrives on the familiarity of the people, plants, and animals around her whereas I feel like Lo'ak needs to travel, needs to get out from under his father and brother's shadows. To just exist and be himself, find himself and his place without all of the history surrounding his birthplace. That's not to say I think Kiri doesn't like experiencing new things, I just see her as a very nostalgic and sentimental person who finds peace in the plants and animals and people she's known her whole life.

Ikr! I don't know why I haven't seen a single fic about it yet, but rest assured I have a doc opened rn (I feel like my wip list is just getting longer and longer dude). Little fun fact about me: I took horseback riding lessons for a good 5.5 years and so I'll be leaning heavily on those experiences for how Spider approaches his own riding experiences as a human (with obvious differences). There's something to be said for the feeling of a creature so much more powerful than yourself under you, having to be conscious of its every move, every action---the flick of its ears, the position of its head, etc.---- without being able to know for sure it's true thoughts or emotions but trusting it anyways that brings you closer to it in a way I can't explain, even with the ones you don't get along with. And I want that for Spider, I want him to embrace his humanity in this.

He doesn't end up in Awa'atlu at first for the ilu racing one, no. I've got a good idea what I want from this fic in the beginning, but what happens after he escapes is something I'm still pondering. I know for a fact I wouldn't want this to be a story where he stumbles upon Awa'atlu, though, if I end up writing it. I'm thinking maybe he ends up back at that one village and goes from there?

And I figured I'd tell you about another fic I'm working on as we speak because I'd love your thoughts: a world where Paz actually died back on Earth, but per a contract she signed giving away her memories (which she logged regularly) she was revived in an avatar body and put in the newest program. In this program, males and females are paired together to have children (for less than wholesome reasons). A big part of this is Paz being haunted by her experiences on Earth and not wanting to be a mother because of it, and she struggles to come to terms with it over the course of her pregnancy and the early days after Spider is born, along with being in this alien body that doesn't feel like hers. I think that by the time she's gotten pregnant with the 2nd child (they're going for a boy and girl per pairing) and is coming out of her numb fog, she's begun to truly think about the horrific future that awaits Spider and her unborn baby (spurred on by the threat of killing it if it's not a girl) and ends up plotting their escape and running away. Throughout the story thus far she's bonded with the other women in the program and comes to learn about motherhood and what it means to her, and when she escapes she takes the others with her and they make their own little family before eventually running into the Omaticaya and slowly becoming friendly. I'm playing around with timelines and stuff because I think it'd be interesting to compare her and Neytiri's and Grace's experiences with motherhood, which would be so interesting to write about (Grace doesn't die until later in this world, don't wanna give away the death I'm leaning towards though). I'm taking inspiration from the poetry book 40 Weeks and more, and I love the concept but am still working out the kinks. Thoughts? Still very much in the early phases.

Also, I saw you briefly mention my memory-loss idea and I'd like to say that that brought me literal physical pain. Why, you may ask? Well because my one and only doc of the draft I was merrily working on (around 10+ pages of gorgeous notes/early rough-draft work, which for me is astounding since I tend to just ball) was deleted??? And I don't know the fuck how???? 1000 emotional damage points.

And I'm so happy to hear you've taken inspiration from fmdttpt's world! Your idea sounds so fun!

~ CherryApollo

Haha, thank you, and I'm sorry I've done it again. I've been so busy with my new job that I am swamped all the time, lol. I'm bad at responding anyway but my job is making it even worse.

BUT ANYWAYS. I love your interpretations of the characters, I just love when people think of or experience characters differently but in a way that still fits to me. For Kiri, I've just always seen her feeling at home anywhere that Eywa is, and wanting to experience every part of her. Every way she can feel her or be expressed, explore different plants and animals and nature and study and be a part of it the way her mom would've wanted to. And I just think Lo'ak gets bored easily lol.

I looove the horse comparison, it's shocking no one has written this fic yet! You have a ton going but it's okay because I'm excited for all of them. Humans are experts at taming and riding shit, why can't he, especially something as intelligent as an ikran.

Hmm, okay, the village makes sense. They would be able to tell Tonowari and therefore the Sully's real fucking fast through, so it would be kinda similar to him finding Awa'atlu. You coullllld have him escape in the forest and find the Sully's missing? I've always wanted one of those fics.

That's a really interesting idea! I personally don't care much for Paz as a character, or stories about her, but that is a very cool idea and I'd definitely check it out to see where it goes.

NO NO YOUR MEMORY LOSS FIC IS ONE I'VE BEEN SO EXCITED ABOUT, THAT'S THE SADDEST THING I'VE EVER HEARD. Google doc man, I only use google docs.

And thank u for being chill with me getting inspired by/using it! I'm trying to catch up on all my asks today (answer but not post, I schedule those), so hopefully I'll be faster to answer you next time! I'm excited to hear how your works are going!

[kookslastbutton]

hii i hope ur well!! just wanna say i absolutely adore ur writing it's so addictive ahaha <33 here's a request i have, if u don't mind: so basically jin and the reader are in a relationship and jin was pretty confident with the relationship at the start, but he feels like after y/n met the other members they spend more time with each other than jin + y/n, and then one day something happens thats just the last straw for him so his jealousy is now visible + a hot make out sesh if u dont mind lmaoo

End of the Line ༓ KSJ (m)

✑ Summary: Your relationship with Seokjin hits a bumpy path when he notices you've been spending more time with his friends than him. It's an understatement to say your boyfriend has had enough of it.

pairing: seokjin x reader

au/genre: fluff, little bit of angst, some crack, suggestive smut, established relationship, drabble

rating: m, 18+

word count: 1,392

warnings: seokjin is jealous and a bit pompous lol, seokjin just wants oc to pay attention to him again 🥺, reference to super tuna bc I couldn't resist, also yeah some crack at first bc its Seokjin, swearing, light fighting, hot make out session as requested, ass gr*pping, manhandling, feat. jhs, myg, & kth

now playing: super tuna

a/n: This was very fun to write anon! 🤩 tysm for your kind words!! It means so much to me 💗 I really hope you like this ☺

You and Seokjin started out as friends—always accompanying the other to weddings, karaoke nights, nature walks, and even fishing trips. It was when Seokjin caught a super tuna on one of his trips to sea that you were beyond proud of him. You didn't hesitate at all to pull out your phone and take a picture of him with his catch.

Seokjin marks it as the day he knew he couldn't just stay friends with you, so he asked you out. It wasn't every day that he'd meet someone who'd get as excited over super tuna as he did after all.

'This tuna will not be released back into the water!' he promised to himself while smiling at the camera with you behind it.

Ever since that day you and Seokjin have been going out as a couple for three months. At first, the two of you were inseparable. You went on multiple dates a week; three at least.

But that all turned upside down when he took the plunge to introduce you to his inner circle, his main guys. Now whenever he asks about your day or your whereabouts you tell him you're out with Namjoon or hanging out with Jimin.

It couldn't be more obvious that you prefer spending time with his friends over him—your boyfriend. Well, he's World Wide Handsome, so whatever this thing is will end today.

Seokjin stands in front of his full-length bedroom mirror, plain white t-shirt, and classic denim jeans. The front pieces of his hair are pushed to either side of his face to make a clean middle part. "This should get her attention." He takes his phone from his pocket and snaps a mirror selfie. "I look damn good today." He sends the photo to you right after.

Seokjin: Having a good hair day, don't you think? [sent an image]

He eagerly waits for your response which typically only takes a few short minutes. But when the time on his phone jumps ahead twenty minutes without a reply, he just knows something's up.

Jagiya 😘: it's nice ❤😊

"Unbeliveable," he scoffs. "That's all you have to say?" Seokjin nearly glares at the screen as he types out a response.

Seokjin: Where are you? I miss you and want to see you 😞

Jagiya 😘: I'm home bby. We can go out if you want??

Seokjin lights up at this. He hasn't been able to see you all week between work schedules and oh yeah...you hanging out with his friends. The last part has him scowling. He's glad you get along with his buds and all but did you have to get so close to all of them?!

Seokjin: yes, come over as soon as you can! We can see a movie or go for lunch 😀

Jagiya: okay, I'll be there in half an hour.

Mission complete. Seokjin slips his phone back into his pocket and combs his slender fingers through his hair.

"Congratulations bro, your girlfriend's yours again!" He gives himself a pat over the shoulder then heads to the living room to wait for you.

When he hears fists pounding on his door he leaps to open it with a big grin plastered on his face.

"Hey hyung!" Seokjin's grin melts when he sees Hoseok, Yoongi, and Taehyung standing in the hallway outside his apartment. You're in between all of them, touching a little too close in his opinion. Seokjin tosses you a 'what the fuck' look instantly.

"Kook, Joon, and Jimin had other plans so they couldn't make it. The rest of us are free though. What movie are we seeing?" You say, oblivious to your error.

Seokjin doesn't reply but clutches your wrist and pulls you towards him, more aggressively than he meant. He then slams the door before the others can walk in.

"Seokjin! What the hell are you doing?" You shake your wrist from out of his grasp, bewildered by his sudden temperament.

"What am I doing? I'm asking you the same thing! I said I wanted to go out with you today, not the peanut gallery!"

"Hey, fuck you man!" On the other side of the door Yoongi cusses. Seokjin pays no attention to it as he's far too concerned with you.

"I'm sorry Jinnie—" you start, realizing he wanted this is be a date. "I ran into the guys on the way over and invited them because I thought we were just hanging out. The more the merrier..."

Seokjin's eyes widen, the vein in his neck slightly protruding. His eyebrows knit together too. "Hang out? Since when do we just hang out? Are you my girlfriend or not?"

"Of course I am—"

"Then why are you bringing them everywhere you go?! This isn't a polyamorous relationship, you know? We used to go out all the time but now I have to compete with five other men plus Jungkook!"

"Jungkook's a man!" Taehyung's baritone voice pipes.

"Shut up Tae, they're fighting in there," Hoseok shushes. "I really think we should leave. I feel odd standing out here."

"I second that," Yoongi turns to head to the elevator at the end of the hall.

"Oh, oh I think they're calming down now." Taehyung has his ear flushed against the apartment door. "I don't hear anything..."

"Yeah?" Hoseok leans his ear to the door too. Yoong watches them from a few feet away, arms crossed—he will not be one to fall into the door when it opens. "You're right," Hoseok speaks again. "It's dead silent in there."

From inside the apartment, Seokjin stares at you with his hands on his hips. His eyes rake up and down your body with a mix of pissed off and turned on. You look exceptionally stunning today, he observes.

"So this is all because you're jealous that I've been hanging out with your friends?"

"Yes, I'm jealous." Seokjin's hands fly up, further expressing his annoyance. "You're always too busy giggling with Jungkook or clinging onto Namjoon's biceps than going out with me, your boyfriend!"

"You are so exaggerating it. I'm just having some fun with them. And I'm not touching Namjoon's biceps so I don't know where that came from. Unless...." you narrow your eyes at the man. "You think they want to sleep with me don't you?"

"Well, why wouldn't they want you? Have you seen yourself?"

You'd be flattered by the compliment if you weren't already fuming at the fact your boyfriend is being so unbelievably unreasonable. "I can't believe you'd say that about your own friends Seokjin!" you say.

"I've known them longer than you have, so trust me. I know what I'm talking about okay?" Seokjin takes a deep breath. "I'm happy you're all friends. I just want to see you more..."

You sigh and walk up to him, hand reaching out to soothe him. "C'mon...we're just platonic. You know I love you right? I'd never do anything like that and they wouldn't either."

"I know. But fuck, you make me so crazy," he huffs and closes the distance with you. Rough hands press on your waist as he pulls you into himself. His plump lips lean down and kiss you with full force.

You let out a muffled whine and thread your fingers through his soft, fluffy hair. "Seokjin-"

He shuts you up with his tongue that pushes into your mouth, licking every crevice he can find. He gives your ass a little squeeze too, before walking you backward and against the couch.

"Does this mean you're not mad at me anymore?" You pant when you're given a breath.

"No," he says, forcing you to sit down on the soft cushions. "I'm still mad because it seems you've forgotten who your boyfriend is around here and need reminding."

"Oh, wait—" you say when he starts climbing on top of you until you have no choice but to lay on your back. "Shouldn't we deal with them first?" You flick your eyes to the door where the guys were still patiently waiting; eavesdropping more like.

Seokjin traces his thumb on the bottom of your lip with a dangerous smirk. "Well, you're the one who brought them here, didn't you? And they came for a movie, no?"

You slap his chest at his antics. "No, absolutely not. Get off me. I'll tell them to beat it myself."

a/n: hoping this was okay? Lmk 💗

Masterlist

no reposting, copying, or translating my work– © kookslastbutton

[fullsunised]

ɴᴄᴛ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ¹³ : ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʙʏ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ's ɴᴀᴍᴇ

. ★彡 genre: fluff

. ★彡 trigger warnings: swearing like usual

. ★彡 requests open

. ★彡 a/n: bro hyuck I'm kinda disappointed, but I hope he learns. anw, it's a great day, and I have no ideas whatsoever. 😤😮‍💨. one piece is so good yall, I'm watching like a lot in one day bruh so FUCKING GOOD.

❝ 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 ��𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒊 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 ❞

╰─▸ ❝ 愛 . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [ 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐋𝐄𝐄 ] ࿐ྂ

"hyuck, can you hand me that water bottle?"

his eyes drift to where you were pointing at, and he does hand it to you, but with a frown on his face. you were busy making lyrics on your laptop that you, for a moment forgot who was in front of you. 

he's clear his throat multiple times resulting in you looking up and widening your eyes. a series of apologies leave you rapidly. mark just smiles shrugging it off, considering how he called you with someone else's name a lot of times, especially with haechan's.

╰─▸ ❝愛 . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [ 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐍 𝐇𝐔𝐀𝐍𝐆 ] ࿐ྂ

"Jaem, pass me that salt"

he's so adorable, anyways, he's gonna take that salt into his hand and wait. you look up, eye brows furrowed confused as to why the salt was taking so much time when you realise what you did. 

he has his eyebrows raised waiting for you to correct yourself. you apologise, making sure to ask him again with his name, and that's when he forgives you. not really actually because you'd have to drown him in kisses- we love a soft renjun :(

╰─▸ ❝愛 . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [ 𝐉𝐄𝐍𝐎 𝐋𝐄𝐄 ] ࿐ྂ

"renjun, hand me that paper"

jeno has wide eyes, and a huge pout. he's gonna still give you what you want because how can he say no to you? he doesn't mention it, and you forget it. for the whole day, he's gonna be pouty, and clingy.

you'd ask him what's wrong at the end of the day and he finally reveals what has happened. you'd apologise but laugh at him for being so adorable. 

╰─▸ ❝愛 . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [ 𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐄𝐄 ] ࿐ྂ

"mark give me that book please"

boy is overdramatic asf. like not even kidding. gonna be making them offended gasps and shit, would even go as far to throwing that paper away. would definetly have a hand on his heart, and pretend like he's dying cause in a way he is (me fr)

looking up from where you were sitting, you'd widen your eyes, while he whines constantly, resulting in you rolling your eyes and offering to do something for him as an apology.

╰─▸ ❝愛 . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [ 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐍𝐀 ] ࿐ྂ

"jeno, would you mind giving me that brush?"

you were busy doing your hair, running late for your schedules which is why the fact you didn't know or for a moment forgot who was next to you, watching you get dressed.

jaem is pouting, but still complies because he doesn't want you to run late. if you realise your mistake it's okay, if you don't he'd probably text you a bit later which results in you coming back home and drowning him in apologies and kisses.

╰─▸ ❝ 愛 . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [ 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐄 𝐙𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆] ࿐ྂ

"ji, what are we having for dinner?"

your eyes were on your phone scrolling through twitter catching up with your fans, and looking at what was going on in the world. without looking up, you'd ask the question. chenle is squinting his eyes at you, boy is gonna be sassy asf.

acting like you did the worst crime ever. would not even eat dinner with you, if you don't apologise asap. you'd pay as an apology, and he's gonna make sure you promise that you won't hang out as much with jisung.

╰─▸ ❝ 愛 . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [ 𝐉𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 ] ࿐ྂ

"le, would you mind if I eat that?"

shocked. man is gonna have them wide eyes, but he's still gonna nod letting you have the last piece of the cake you bought. he's still watching you waiting for you to say something, and when you do he's gonna pretend it's fine, but you know he's thinking about it.

will be bothered by it for the rest of the day, a bit awkward with his actions which is the reason why you notice his shift in personality. you'd probably then apologise and tell him how you'd been busy with a lot of stuff and all. he's gonna forgive you, cause you loves you so much.

FULLSUNISED.

[vnti-vnxiety-recs]

Petty Wars

★  PAIRING: mingyu x fem!reader

☆ WORD COUNT: 7.5k

★ GENRE(S): smut, kinda switch!Mingyu, established relationship

☆ SUMMARY: An argument between you and Mingyu leads to a 7 day war of stubbornness to see who cracks first to apologize. Aka I don't know how to summarize, just read it

★ ☆ WARNINGS: smut/unprotected sex/, kinda toxic!relationship?, swearing, sexual acts, mentions of drinking/smoking, rough handling, not really proofread

☆★ NOTES: This is my first ever fanfic y'all PLEASE have mercy. lmk if y'all liked it. reblog/like I might write a lil sum sum here and there. no but this scenario came to me while at work i just had to write it down lol

Just like any other Friday night, you and Mingyu find yourselves at one of Jeonghans' many parties. By the time you get there, everyone is already tipsy. Jeonghan and Seungcheol are already starting up another round of beer Pong against Soonyoung and Jihoon. You can see Dino out of the corner of your eye dancing to the beat of the music coming from the speakers that Seungkwan is currently sitting in front of. Seungkwan isn't one for parties but tends to get dragged to them by accompanying Vernon, who is DJing tonight's party. Seungkwan is Vernon's tech guy and helps with equipment. He seems to be the only one sober so far. You turn to Mingyu and smile. 

"oh looks like we came too late, they already started without us." You yawn, stretching your arms upwards, hiking your short black dress up in the process. "alright let's dip" you make to turn around when Mingyu catches your shoulder. 

"come on, you promised we wouldn't leave early this time," he practically whines.

Despite your near-perfect party attendance, you would actually rather be at home than out partying. Mingyu, on the other hand, being the extravert he is, loved partying with his former dorm mates. 

Due to your clashing schedules, you would rather be out with Mingyu than home alone. With your love for Mingyu outweighing your hatred for parties, you find yourself attending one every Friday.

"Ugh, I'm too sober for this. Let's get wasted already. " You roll your eyes. 

"That's my precious baby," he coos mockingly.

"whatever Gyu, I'm going to go get us drinks. Find us somewhere to sit." With that, you make your way to the kitchen, not hearing Mingyu's response.

For a college student, Jeonghan was loaded, and despite popular belief, it was not his parent's money. Everything he has, he owns himself. How does he do it? Maybe a little conning here drug dealing there, but we don't talk about that. We're just here for a good time.

You're pouring a cup for your boyfriend when you see Seungkwan make his way into the space. 

"Kwan~," you sing, wiggling your fresh set of nails at him. 

"this bitch," he sighs. "what are you doing here again? I told you we're closed go home." he playfully bumps your shoulder, trying to take the liquor bottle from your hands.

"Hush boy, I just got here. Have you had anything to drink tonight?" You giggle at his antics

Seungkwan pulls a face with a mocking smile and salutes, "I'm on the job, plus I have to drive Vernon and his precious equipment home," he says, making you burst out laughing 

"How's my favorite duo?," you ask, taking a sip from the cup you originally poured for Mingyu. "Have you told him you want to be more than just his tech guy?" You quirk a brow at him. 

"ugh let's not talk about it, I don't need people knowing I have a crush on that fucking idiot" he throws his head back in anguish

 You smile at his comment and shrug. "Well, let's catch up later. I'm here with Gyu, and he's probably gonna throw a fit if I keep him waiting any longer. Text me, ok babe?" You make a shaking motion with your hand similar to a phone ringing.

"Alright, bye slut. " He flicks you off lovingly and walks back out toward the DJ booth. "Ask Vern when the next smoke sesh is," you yell after him. He continues to walk, but you can see his head shaking with amusement. 

You will admit you spent more time catching up with Seungkwan than you previously thought. When you make it back into the living room with both you and Mingyu's drinks, you see Mingyu seated on the couch with a red solo cup in hand and a girl sitting on his left. They seem to be deep in conversation as you continue to watch with a quirked brow. "Here we go," you say to yourself and roll your eyes. 

Mingyu is one of the sweetest people you have ever met. He's handsome... and funny....and charming.. and ok, you get the point. He's very popular around campus, and girls never fail to flirt with him even in front of you. Usually, he shrugs them off and ignores their advances, but this time is different it seems.

You approach the two, being the "bold bitch" as Seungkwan likes to call you, you sat squarely in Mingyu's lap, surprising him a bit. 

"oh babe, where have you been? I've been sitting here forever don't you know how thirsty I wa-" 

"Seems like you already found a drink." You cut him off, not paying attention to his whining. You look toward the girl sitting beside him.

"Hello, and what was your name pretty girl?" You question.

You may be jealous, but you're not rude, or at least you try not to be. This girl has done nothing wrong so far. She even smiles at your compliment. 

"Hey, I'm Yeun, I'm guessing you're Mingyu's girlfriend?" You nod politely. 

"Yeun is my friend from middle school. She just started attending this month. Isn't that crazy?" Mingyu states as he excitedly shakes your shoulder. 

"Yeaaa amazing," you tight smile. "well ill let you two catch up. " Your grip tightens, clutching onto both drinks that you have been carrying.

Downing one of the drinks, you get up and excuse yourself. Mingyu reaches out to get you to stay, but you just shove the other drink in his hand. 

"looks like you're running low, here." You smile at him.

Mingyu knows you too well. He can tell you're irritated and decides to let you cool off, choosing to bring it up later. 

Annoyed, you walk around the house until you find the person you're looking for. Spotting him out by the edge of the pool, you walk over with a smile. "Hao!" You wave, catching his attention. Minghao looks up from his phone and smiles, kicking his feet from their spot in the pool, trying to splash you. "Nice try asshole, cut it out. " You complain and take a seat behind him in one of the pool chairs. He gets up and sits beside you. 

"what's up..or what's wrong? You look pissed." His ever-attentive eyes zero in, making his brows furrow. 

"ok, lemme rant real quick and then you can tell me how much of a stupid dramatic bitch I'm being" you sigh.

You give hao a quick rundown of the scene in the living room with Mingyu and pretty girl Yeun. You wait for him to talk some sense into you.

"You're being dramatic. Mingyu is literally always following like a lost puppy." 

You kick your feet dramatically proving his point. "I know, but ugh, you should have seen the way he was looking at her! His eyes were practically shining!" 

Hao pulls his phone back out, already knowing you're about to go off again. He was going to be here for a while. He listened intently, and after you whined to Hao a little more, you started to feel a bit better. You let out a loud sigh and shrug your shoulders. 

"yea, you're right, Hao. I am dramatic" 

"I know. " He doesn't look up from his phone but hears you get up. He waves at your retreating figure, knowing you're probably going back inside to see Mingyu.

As you walk back in you hear a ding in your purse and pull out your phone to see hao send you a funny tik-tok, the caption reading "when your friend goes right back to the bitch she was just crying about." You turn around with a laugh and mouth a 'no literally'

You lock your phone and make your way back to Mingyu. Unlike before, you sat back in his lap with a little less determination. He looks up from his conversation. 

"Did you go pout?" 

It annoys you that he can read you like an open book. You roll your eyes "lets gooo~" you try to whisper 

"in a bit, I'm still catching up" he shrugs off your behavior and goes back to talking to Yeun. 

You sit quietly for a bit until their shared laughter starts grating on your nerves. You're irritated all over again. That cup of liquor from earlier starts tasting a little like this bitch trying to steal my man. You shake the thought from your head. Knowing you might get rowdy, you get up and make your way to the front porch for some fresh air. You look behind you to see if Mingyu even noticed. 

"Still talking to Pretty girl? ok, I see how it is," you say under your breath before pulling the front door open and leaving. 

You didn't like to make yourself out to be a drama queen because you really did try to be a better and more understanding person, but once that liquor starts talking, you start feeling petty and now you gotta go the whole extra mile.

You call an Uber and go home. One thing about you is that if you feel unwanted, you're gonna leave. Simple as that. You make it home and throw your shoes off, already about to start the petty war. 

You grab your extra blankets from the hallway closet and make your way to the guest room. You begin setting up your makeshift camp for however long this war was going to be. You are stubborn, yes, but Mingyu is right there with you in terms of pettiness. You grab your charger from the bedroom, your switch from the living room, and some snacks from the kitchen. You lock yourself in your new makeshift room. Even through your anger, you send Mingyu a quick text telling him you went home and that you're safe. Yes, he pissed you off, but you know he would have a heart attack if anything happened to you. You're all ready to go. You shut off your phone, knowing he's gonna blow it up once he notices you've left. You turn on your switch to binge your favorite game. 

You must have dozed off because you're awoken by the front door shutting with a bang. You can already tell Mingyu is annoyed. He makes a straight shot for the guest room, knowing you go in there when you're upset. He tries the doorknob. You're not a rookie. Of course it's locked. You can hear him let out a humorless laugh.

"ok, that's how we're playing, huh? Stop being childish, come out here and talk to me." 

"Oh, so now you notice me? Didn't seem to wanna talk when you were too busy at the party flirting with other bitches."

A part of you cringed at the word, not really wanting to call her out of her name, but aye, we already here. Fuck it.

"I told you were just friends. I'm not about to explain myself, you're being dramatic." 

You jump out from under the covers and swing the door open. " First you wanna talk, now it's 'I don't have anything to explain'. What do you want Gyu?" 

"I want you to stop being annoying and come get in the bed. " 

Andddd it's game on. 

More than anything, you hate being called annoying. You also hate being called childish, but you let that one slide because there was some truth to it, but annoying?? Now it's up.

"You wanna know what's annoying? going to get drinks, and I come back to you giving my spot up to someone else. What's annoying, is when I tried to join in on the laughs and giggles, and you ignore me the entire conversation, like I'm not LITERALLY sitting in your face." You huff 

"What's annoying, is me leaving at-" you look up at the ceiling and press a finger to your chin in thought 

"1 am, you not noticing or reading my text till 2 am, just for you to get home at -" you grab his wrist and look at his Rolex "3 am. But you know what? I am annoying. Let me be annoying in my own bed tonight. goodnight, Kim Mingyu. " You gently shut the door in his face with a sickeningly sweet smile, not letting him get a word in. 

Mingyu would be stunned if he wasn't already used to your antics. He knew you were just lashing out and would be back under him tomorrow. Even so, something about you calling him Kim Mingyu pissed him off a little. You never called him Kim Mingyu. He shrugged it off and walked back to the main bedroom. If you wanted to throw a tantrum over not getting his attention for a couple of hours, he would let you. He knew you needed to cool down anyway, so he got ready for bed, deciding to try again with you tomorrow.

Back at your "camp," as you liked to call it, you did cool down and realize that, yes, maybe you were overreacting a bit. Your feelings were still valid though. So, what did you decide to do to convey those feelings to Mingyu? Be an adult, sit down, and have a healthy conversation? Of course not. You were too stubborn and prideful to apologize. Maybe even a little embarrassed that you acted out. So instead, you decide to stay locked in your room until Mingyu apologizes :)

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DAY1

You wake up the next morning well-rested and in a better mood. Mingyu tends to hog most of the covers, smother you in your sleep because of his clingy tendencies, and take up half the bed due to his large frame. So you were able to sleep soundly all night long.

You can already smell the breakfast that Mingyu is cooking, instantly putting you in an even better mood. At this point, you have started to totally forget why you were even upset last night. You get up to go brush your teeth and take a quick morning shower. You had skipped one the night before too angry to go into the main bathroom, afraid you would run into Mingyu.

While he's busy in the kitchen, you sneak into the bathroom and shower. By the time you come out, you assume Mingyu is already done preparing the meal and is now eating because as you approach the kitchen; you see him seated with his back towards you. You assume he made you a plate, like he always does. You walk around to the other side of the table just to be met with nothing, just the wood top of the table. Mingyu, who is across from you, eats his meal with a smug look on his face. 

"where's mine?" you cross your arms across your chest. 

"where's my apology?"

"apolo- apology?!" you sputter mouth agape. 

"yes. I want an apology for the way you acted yesterday. " He takes a bite out of a piece of bacon and then holds it out to you.

You lean in, ready to take a bite, when he withdraws his outstretched arm back toward himself. "not until you apologize," he tuts. 

"Huh, are you insane? You're gonna starve me until I apologize? For what? apologize for you ignoring me all night at the party?" Here you were getting ready to forget about the whole thing when he has the audacity to ask for an apology? In your eyes, you're the innocent one here!

You huff out a sigh. "How about you apologize first and then I follow after?" 

"What are you, a toddler?" 

"SAYS THE ONE THREATENING TO STARVE ME!" 

"you can take care of yourself" 

"I don't wanna take care of myself. I want you to spoil me," you say with a hint of aegyo to butter him up. 

He ignores your whines and continues to eat, soon finishing up his plate and placing it in the sink. 

"Fine, be that way! I just won't come back to the room until you apologize to me!" You grumble

"That's okay. I just won't make you breakfast until you own up and admit you were showing out last night. " 

"Oh yeah! Well, I won't talk to you until you admit you were totally gushing over Yeun!" 

"well looks like I'm never apologizing because that never happened! Just admit you were jealous!" he's growing frustrated and begins to walk out of the kitchen 

"hah fine...I won't touch you either." You threatened

This seems to stop him in his tracks. He turns to you with a smirk and closes the gap in distance between the two of you. Mingyu leans down to be eye to eye with you. "let's see how long that last princess" his eyes flutter down to your lips and then back up again to make eye contact. 

Unimpressed, you step around him into the living room turning on the tv. "Ha, because I'm the one that can't keep it in their pants. Yea right, Mingyu you practically live off of affection. Good luck to you. " 

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DAY2 

You're on your 2nd day of sleeping in the guest room. Although you're sleeping better, you can't help but start to feel lonely all by yourself. As corny as it sounds, the nights are starting to feel colder. you miss the way Mingyu would wrap his arms around you at night and keep you pressed against his chest. You missed the way his hair would tickle your face in the morning. You missed his good morning kisses, and you missed seeing him first thing in the morning. If you were going to get him to apologize, you had to work fast.

You get up and make your way to the Main bathroom. You refused to shower in the guest bathroom, preferring your garden tub over the guest bathroom's alcove tub. Lucky for you, Mingyu liked to sleep in. You had free rein in the bathroom, not having to worry about confronting him. You were afraid that your vulnerable morning thoughts from earlier would make you lose face in front of him. After washing up, you sneak out of the bathroom only to see Mingyu wide awake, covers thrown from his body as he crawls out of bed. One look at him, and you knew you had to get out of there ASAP! Mingyu sits on the edge of the bed, rubbing sleep from his eyes. His hair is a mess from last night's sleep, similar to how it looks after a good pulling. When your eyes rake down his body, you are met with his naked chest. 

nope. nope. nope

If you let your eyes wander any longer, you just know you will pounce on him, so you fix your eyes on the door and make haste to get out of the room. Mingyu watches you scamper out of the room with a toothy smile and a yawn. "Good morning to you too princess. "

After that morning, you sit in your room and plot. He totally planned that. You know he did because he usually sleeps with a shirt on since he gets cold at night. You've decided, since Mingyu took the first shot, you had to make sure that your return fire left him feeling wounded and sorry. If Mingyu wanted to fight dirty, you were going to give him hell. 

That evening, Mingyu left the house to go shoot hoops with the boys, giving you time to stock up on ammo. You went into the main bedroom and looked through your drawers, finding all of Mingyu's favorite pieces of clothing. Your skimpy shorts, your low-cut tank tops, some sexy panties, and a few other things you knew to drive him crazy. You return to base feeling satisfied. You freshen up and change into your velvet booty shorts and matching velvet cropped tank top. You perch yourself on the living room couch and wait for battle.

About an hour later, you hear keys rattling to open the front door, and you spring into action. You toss the phone that's been keeping you company and straighten your posture. You sit up and watch him enter the house. It doesn't take long for his eyes to land on you, and you can immediately tell you have him right where you want him. You can't quite say you have the upper hand just yet because when he enters, he's glistening in sweat wearing a loose tank top and basketball shorts on.

This was not going to be an easy battle. 

His skin is practically glowing. You can't help but lick your lips a bit. This makes Mingyu raise an eyebrow at you with a smirk. He takes a hand and puts it under his shirt, lifting the bottom to wipe the sweat from his brow. Your eyes immediately take in his form. His muscled chest and abs practically begging to be licked clean from the sweat dripping down his body. Your eyes can't help but follow the one drop of sweat that rolls down from his neck, guided through the valley of his pecs, past his abs, and into his navel. You have to rip your eyes away. All your hard work will be for nothing if you don't get it together.

You make your way out from the living room and into the kitchen, grabbing ice cream from the freezer and heading back into the living room. When you return, Mingyu is seated where you were last on the couch, man-spreading, making his shorts ride up and giving you the perfect view of his thighs. He gave you a challenging look, waiting for your next more. At this point, you're ready to say fuck it all and ride his stupid thigh, but you are determined to knock that stupid, smug look off his face.

You put on a show looking for the remote to turn on a movie. You bend over to look for the remote, knowing damn well it's sitting on the coffee table in front of both of you. you play stupid for a little while longer, letting him enjoy the way your shorts ride up as you "look" for the remote 

"you really want that apology huh?" Mingyu chuckles. 

You ignore him, finally turning and faking a gasp. "oh there it is! Silly me. " You grab the remote only to drop it. Oh no, would you look at that? You dropped the remote right in front of Mingyu's spread thighs. You crouch down to grab it, giving Mingyu a full view down the front of your tank-top, boobs practically spilling out in the process. 

"My bad, let me get that." You purr seductively 

As you're coming back up from the ground, you use one of Mingyu's thighs as leverage to pull yourself up. As you're making your way to stand up, you lean more into him than necessary, letting your palm slide up his thigh, pushing the pant leg of his shorts up even higher. You hear a gasp come from him as he grasps your wrist 

"Please baby...don't wanna fight anymore." He looks into your eyes with a groan and licks his lips. "please ill be good for you, I promise." 

You tilt your head with a smile. "Good enough for me that you will apologize?" 

"Don't start with that. " 

"You started it first. Now beg for me to touch you. " You grasp him through his shorts.

"fuck can't take it... please... I need you." He pulls you in for a kiss. 

You're quick to place a palm over his lips, snatching your other hand from him. "I'm still not hearing an apology?" 

"your seriously gonna do this? I'm so hard right now, don't you miss me?" he pouts up at you.

You look down at his lap for confirmation. You find that he is indeed straining against his shorts. You have to physically bite back a moan. 

"That's right baby, it's all for you, come here" he tries to pull you in again but you completely pull off this time. 

Cue the whining. 

Mingyu ends his short tantrum with a huff. You run a hand through his hair until he relaxes against you with a sigh. You tighten your grip immediately and drag his head back.

"Didn't I say I wouldn't touch you until you apologize? I'm not playing with you puppy. " You set him with a hard glare before removing your hand and grabbing your forgotten ice cream and walking back to your room.

"let me know when you start feeling a little apologetic puppy," you yawn with a stretch "until then you're on your own." you don't spare a glance in his direction and shut your door behind you

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DAY5

A few days have passed since the "remote incident" as you like to call it. Honestly, you were surprised he's been able to keep his hands to himself this long. Mingyu is usually insatiable. you know he must be up to something, but you don't care, all truths will be revealed in due time. 

One thing has gotten better though. Mingyu has started making you breakfast again. He couldn't bear to watch you struggle in the kitchen any longer. You never learned to cook, always telling your mother that it wasn't necessary because you would just marry a chef. 

you're not married but eh, close enough, a win is a win. 

You hate to admit it after all those years, but looks like your mom was right. The last couple of days were rough. You tried to follow a few recipes on your own but somehow always screwed up the measurements, causing the meals to end in disaster. So maybe it is important to cook for yourself. The least you could do was learn the basics to help Mingyu out around the house. This week put into perspective how hard and exhausting cooking is. You don't know what you would do without Mingyu. you're just glad that although you two are both ridiculously stubborn, your love for each other still shines through all that hard-headedness. 

You can't help but look across the table and steal glances at your boyfriend. Your heart warms as you watch him enjoy his meal. You finish up and head to your room. 

Nothing major happened for the rest of the day. You just lazed around, did some school work, and took a nap. Mingyu was out of the house today. You took some time to enjoy having the house to yourself. After your mid-day nap, you go to shower. Tonight, you were going out with some friends, so you get dressed and grab your stuff. You settle for something a little more toned down than usual since you were just going to a friend's house and then maybe to a bar for a few drinks. You text Mingyu telling him not to wait up for you as you head out. 

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It had gotten pretty late, and although you were seriously contemplating just crashing at your friend's house; you decide to head back home, nothing beating the comfort of your own bed. Your group of friends finishes up your drinks and begins bidding each other goodbye.

"You sure you don't want to just crash with us tonight?" your friend, Jae suggests.

"Yea, aren't you like having that weird fight with Mingyu right now anyway?" your other friend Chaeyeon chimes in.

You sigh at the reminder that yes; you are currently fighting with your super hot boyfriend when all you really want to do was have him pound you into the mattress, attention too occupied to argue with you or make any slick comments. You're already starting to regret waging this entire war. The thought of how many orgasms you would have had by now is killing you.

How's that saying go? play stupid games, win stupid prizes? yea, you have definitely started to feel like an idiot over the past couple of days.

"yes ok I know we are fighting, but I seriously hate sleeping anywhere other than my own bed"

"aren't you staying in the guest room of your apartment right now?" Chae points out 

You tilt your head with a sarcastic smile. "Your point?"

"Isn't that like literally the same thing?" Jae counters with a side eye

"well I'm only staying in there because I was being a crybaby and now I gotta face the consequences of my actions," you groan "but it's okay, ill be ending this soon"

"Oh, your gonna apologize?" Minnie pokes his head over into your conversation.

You hate to have come this far and lose, but you haven't been fucked in the past 5 days and it's starting to mess with your head. Yesterday, you swore that you were seeing double and that your vagina started talking to you. You were gonna go crazy soon if one of you didn't cave first.

"why do I have to apologize? " you whine again about the topic for the umpteenth time

"Babe, we all know you don't care about giving a little stank apology. You're just too much of a sore loser to drop the act and admit defeat." Jae sighs.

 You think his word over, and you agree. Normally, you would have already apologized by now if that meant having Mingyu rearrange your guts. But the circumstances are different. You already put on a show, threw a tantrum, and started the war. You were too prideful to admit you were wrong or that you overreacted.

Annoyed that your friends could see right through you, you open your phone and call an Uber home. 

"oo she mad" Min snickers

"I'm not mad, I'm tired, and I'm going home," you fake sniffle, begging for sympathy from your friends.

"You're so extra," Chae bursts out laughing.  

"I don't care. You guys are being mean to me!" you clutch your purse closer to your body and glare at your friend's.

"I've literally been deprived of dick for like the last 5 days? You should know how sensitive I am right now! I thought this would be easy, but it seems like im the only one affected. That brat is doing just fine it seems"

"oh yea, he's the brat," your friends say in unison.

Your friends being used to your antics can't help but laugh at the whole situation. Only you could get yourself wrapped up in something like this.

"my Ubers here losers" 

"get home safe slut," Chae smiles

Done with making a scene, you make your exit

"call us when you get home," Jae nags

Your friends, used to your behavior by now, know you weren't actually upset and were just expressing your frustration over the situation you got yourself into. You love that they were able to understand your actions and accept the fact you were a little extra. You wave them goodbye and leave to go find your Uber only having a few more minutes before they cancel your ride.

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You get home at around 1:30 am; you assume Mingyu is fast asleep, given the fact that when you entered, all the lights were shut off and he was nowhere to be seen. You accept the fact that you may have to use the stupid guest bathroom to wash up before bed. You tip-toe down the hall towards your room when you stop in your tracks. The main bedroom was a little further down the hall. You notice the bedroom door cracked, but that's not what halted your movements.

Just faintly, if you hold your breath, you can hear heavy breathing and the muffled sound of skin slapping against skin. the fact that you have been on edge the last couple of days due to dick deficiency must have made you extra sensitive to the familiar sounds coming from the room. You can immediately imagine what he's in there doing. So that's how he's been getting through the days unbothered. you were certain that after the remote incident, he would cave that night and come to you with an apology. The only thing he was coming to was his fist, it seemed. 

"that's totally cheating" you grumble under your breath, extra annoyed at the fact that you didn't think to do that first instead of going to sleep horny. in your defense, you were positive he would cave any day now.

You're making your way to the door, just about to push it the rest of the way open and have your way with him when you stop. An evil grin makes its way across your lips. You know exactly how you're going to get Mingyu to apologize and to fuck you in the process.

Determined now more than ever, you grab the doorknob and shut the door, alerting Mingyu of your presence in the house. You turn back around and make your way to your room. You were going to put an end to this petty war.

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DAY6 

That morning, you hid out in your room until you heard the front door shut, marking Mingyu's departure. You remember Jihoon telling you a few days ago that the boys were hitting the gym and asked if you wanted to join. You had previously shown interest in a new workout routine that you wanted to try, and with Jihoon practically being the group's personal trainer, he was excited to acquire a new gym buddy. still fighting with Mingyu at the time, you declined to tell him you would have to reschedule. Looks like that ended up working in your favor. 

You make yourself breakfast, shower, and put on Mingyu's favorite lace set. getting ready took about an hour and a half, so you're not left with much time to start the show. You make your way to the main bedroom and head into your shared closet. You reach onto the top shelf of the closet, palms searching for your special box. cursing Mingyu under your breath for pushing it so far back, knowing he probably did it on purpose. What you were looking for was your toy box that Mingyu hated. he claimed he could make you feel better than all your toys combined. After finding out he was a man of his word, you retired your box to the closet. You pull out your favorite rose toy and dildo. You close the lid on the box, returning it to its previous spot. You exit the closet and sink into your bed. 

You missed your bed so much, your body practically melting into the mattress as you got comfortable. Mingyu's scent surrounded you. It seemed to be stronger than usual given the fact that his sent completely washed out yours during your 6-day absence.

You sigh contently, almost falling asleep before you shake yourself awake and get to work. He was going to be home soon, so you had to work yourself up. You turn on the rose to your desired setting and place it over the lace of your lingerie, not daring to remove it before Mingyu got a good look.

As your body starts to warm up, you trail a hand up to play with your nipples. You touch yourself until you're practically dripping onto the bed. Mingyu's scent heightens your pleasure. You turn to shove your face deeper into the pillow, letting out a whine at the familiar scent. When you turn up the settings on your toy, you moan at the delicious feeling. You can't help but roll your hips into the toy, imagination taking over. You think of all the ways Mingyu has fucked you in the past.

You soon hear the front door open, alerting you that Mingyu was home. For your plan to work, you needed to have as much control over your desire as possible, so you dial down the vibrations but still keep a small hum against your center. You can hear Mingyu close in on you as he grows closer to the room.

He finally makes it to the room, and when he enters, he comes in with freshly washed hair, low hanging sweats, and a tight black shirt. He must have showered at the gym. You almost have to rip the toy away from your core. You could come just from the sight of him. Mingyu's eyes land on your quivering thighs and heaving chest. He curses to himself as he makes his way over to the bed, getting ready to pounce on you. 

"Don't come any closer, or I'll stop." You can barely get out as you stretch your free hand out in front of you, pushing his chest back. He lets out a loud groan but listens well.

"You're going to go sit down over there in that chair like an obedient puppy and behave. You won't touch me until I permit you. Do you understand?"

Mingyu immediately follows your command and sits in the chair you strategically placed at the foot of your bed. 

"I heard you last night, you know? I bet it felt so good to cum in your hands instead of me. Did you make yourself feel as good as I make you feel?" You say sarcastically

"fuck, please let me-"

"Answer my question puppy or else you won't get anything from me tonight"

"Only you baby, only you can make me feel good. Let me make it up to you. I'll make you feel so good, I promise." Mingyu begins to palm himself through his pants as he rambles on.

"You had your chance puppy. I let you know I was home. You knew where I was, yet you chose to finish yourself off, so now you get to sit and watch as I do the same.

you ignore his insistent whining and squirming, shutting your eyes to focus on the feeling

"selfish...puppy," you say out of breath, arching your back at the stimulation

You hear more rustling coming from the chair Mingyu is sitting in and opening your eyes. You were met with the sight of him gently thrusting his hips up into his palm. you swear quietly under your breath at the look in his eyes, practically screaming to let him have you. 

"Sit still, no touching. you're gonna be a good puppy and sit there and take what I give you"

"Please," he begs 

"That's not what I wanna hear, you know what I wanna hear"

you grab the dildo previously hidden from Mingyu's view and rub it against your entrance, collecting your essence and coating the tip of the toy with it.

"I can't hear you baby, if you don't make it quick, ill just fuck myself" you threaten as you prod just the tip between your lips.

"fuck it. I'm sorry. I should have paid attention to you at the party. Please, just fuck me already," Mingyu cries with a heaving chest.

"good boy" you smirk as you throw the toys down and beckon him over with a finger

Mingyu springs from his spot in the chair, pulling his clothes off in the process and climbing into the bed

You reach for his hair and pull him close to your face, looking him dead in the eyes. He doesn't dare touch you yet until you permit him.

"I'm still in charge. You got that?"

he nods obediently 

"You can touch me now. " You breathe, releasing his hair and falling back on the bed. Mingyu immediately crashes his lips to yours in a hungry kiss, practically moaning into your mouth. He can't help but grind his hips against your core, almost shedding a tear at the feeling.

"i've missed you so bad... fuck." he begins

Moving down your body, kissing your neck, and down to your breast, he removes your bra in the process. While his mouth is busy working on your chest, he shoves a hand down your panties 

"your so wet, I can't wait to feel you stretched out on my cock. after all this time you think you can still take it?" he asks smugly

"You're not behaving puppy. Maybe you need something else to keep that mouth of yours busy. " You push his head down in between your legs. Mingyu happily takes the hint and pulls your panties down your legs, immediately attaching his mouth to your heat. He's barely started, and you're already losing control. Being unable to feel his touch for the past couple of days has made you even more sensitive than usual. Mingyu eats you out like a man starved, making you wrap your legs around his shoulders and bring a hand to his hair. You pull him further into you with a cry. You can't help but rock your hips into his mouth.

Mingyu's middle and ring fingers find your entrance again. Using your slick, he coats them enough to slip through and curve deep into your cunt. You watch him from your spot above him, you can see him grinding his hips deep into the mattress, making you smirk. It feels like you are getting close, so you pull him up, knowing if you finish now, you won't have enough energy for what you're planning next. Much to his dismay, you unlatch his mouth from you. Before he can get out a whine, you catch his lips in another heated kiss, sealing off any complaints from him. You can feel him get lost in the kiss, so you take this opportunity to push him onto his back, taking Mingyu by surprise. 

"Thank you for apologizing baby. " You trail a pointed nail down his body until you reach his throbbing cock. "I also want to apologize to you as well," you swing a leg over his hip, positioning yourself over him. "This is my way of making it up to you, ok?" you smile genuinely as you sink onto his thick cock. 

You would usually be able to take it with no issues, but since it's been a few days, it takes you a few more seconds to get comfortable. Mingyu can't help but moan at the feeling of you clenching around him as he takes your face into his hands and kisses you slowly. Before you pull away, you take this moment to fully adjust. As you pull up almost completely from him, you maintain eye contact before dropping back onto his lap. You watch as Mingyu throws his head back with a loud moan. You repeat this over and over until you find a steady rhythm. Mingyu grasps your hips, helping to guide you up and down his length. You switch pace to something quick and shallow, making you throw your head back at the feeling. You sit down completely on his lap, leaning back enough to hold on to his thighs for a minute to grind your cunt against him, wanting to feel him deep. Mingyu can't take it anymore and plants his feet on the bed. He begins fucking up into you from his position. You have to place your hands on his chest to keep steady.

"I'm almost there puppy...just like that...take it all"

Mingyu squeezes his eyes shut at your words, thighs beginning to shake

"I won't last..please let me cum princess"

"hold it, you're doing so well for me...my good boy. " 

He brings a hand down to your clit and begins to circle it roughly, losing his mind. He can barely hold it. This time tears really do stream down his face as he begs you to let him come. At the sight of his tears, you clench down on him hard and release all over his cock. 

"cum for me" is all it takes to have him release deep into you. You can feel him in your stomach with how deeply he's thrusting riding out his high. You fall next to him, having spent all your energy. You catch your breath and turn to him.

"I really am sorry for the way I acted. I should have tried to talk to you about it before throwing a fit"

"It's okay, I understand. If I saw you talking to some guy at a party I'd be pissed too"

you smile at his comment and can feel yourself drift off to sleep.

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 DAY7 

The next morning you awake to the smell of breakfast. You move to get out of bed when you notice you're wearing a fresh change of clothes. Mingyu must have cleaned you up last night when you passed out. You also notice your stuff has been put back in their rightful spots that you had previously taken out to store in the guest room. You smile to yourself and make your way to find Mingyu. He's in the kitchen cooking breakfast for the two of you. A sense of normalcy falls over you and you are content with this feeling. No more petty arguments and wars. Everything is back to normal. 

He turns to you with a smile. "good morning princess" 

You take a seat and smile in return. You finish your breakfast with Mingyu and straighten up the guest room, returning it to its former state before your war. You spend the rest of the day catching back up with Mingyu. There were a lot of updates that you missed because you were too busy ignoring him. You swore that you would never let another disagreement go on for that long. You seriously missed hearing his voice.

With that, on the 7th day, everything was back to the way it was before, and the two of you fell back into your normal rhythm.

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✶⋆.˚Deeds, not words, part 2

Part 1 > Here

Disclaimer: As I previously mentioned in part 1, these "chapters" are not the finished product and many details are subject to change. See this as my way of publicly exploring the details of this part of Jien's story and sharing these fake screenshots of her

Content: After the Preceptors detained Jien and her subordinate, Syaoran, the two are sent down to the prison to wait for trial and the rest of the team. They talk (idk I'm bad at these short summaries), Hanya cameo

Words: 30354 (woww- much longer than my first chapter.. I was feeling quite inspired)

The long halls climbed up around them like a throat leading them into the belly of a beast and the air was cold and disgustingly still. For a long while it was silence that accompanied them down into the prison. Jien spoke nothing, the guard only spoke in short commands - don’t touch this, follow here, don’t go there - and Syaoran was silent as well. His palms felt sweaty and he flexed his right hand, feeling the scarred tissue pull harder against the rest of his skin. He remembered when he got his hand burned and cut when he was young, and as the skin was healing it had become a habit of his to flex the fingers of his hand periodically. He had no sword now, though, no hilt to reach for, no hilt or gun handle. It bothered him, but he swallowed it all down and kept his mouth shut. 

They have given them the evidence, copied them more than once and sent one copy of the countless logs and footage to the Ten-Lords commission that held the records of team’s whereabouts for the entire last year with a clear promise that they could provide more if need be. There were holes in there too, though. Supervisor Jien seldom appeared on the cameras, but had all her logs clean, leading the High-Elder to believe the team forged her signature and reports in her name over time.

They did not, Syaoran told them, swearing they did not and would not think of doing so, telling them the process of their expeditions, their preparations and the ways they did their job. Jien simply never traveled much with them or on the exact same vessel as they did - that is all. She traveled ahead of them to make sure the road was safe, to do her own work and sometimes she'd bring one or two of them with her. But why would she travel ahead, months in advance if not to execute plans she did not wish to disclose to her team? Jien had to cut Syaoran off and  tell him to shut his mouth before things escalated further. All he could do is balk at her, anger and shock evident on his face.

‘Did you do it’ - he wished to ask as he glared at the back of her head, even if he knew the answer, his heart squeezing as the knife of unease threatened to cut his heart open. The walk felt longer than necessary. Jien didn’t speak, and he kept flexing his hand every now and then, feeling the cold of the prison seep into his bones. If she was found guilty, he was no less free of the burdens of having a criminal in his midst as he was in close ties with her as his supervisor and leader. No one would believe him differently even if he screamed it to them. 

Ahead of them he saw two figures waiting, a guard and - what he guessed - one of the judges. She looked as if she was born from the cold in the prison, pale complexion, pale gray-blue eyes and pale hair, only her clothes added color to her. She looked unfazed by their approach.

He didn’t catch onto her initial words, but as he saw her lips moving he quickly made himself listen. Hanya she said, one of the Judges at the Ten-Lords Commission.

“Your hearing was scheduled to be on the day after tomorrow, but it has been postponed due to the new information coming through” for all she did not look like, the Judge’s sigh felt heavy as she breathed it out. “The weight of your crimes has made it so that you will stand trial before the Ten-Lords Commission and the Seven Arbiter-Generals on the Xianzhou Xuling”

“..I understand, your honor. I must ask if this trial is to include my team members as well?” Jien asked, tone flat and nearly bored. She never looked so tired. Her hands crossed over her chest and she looked at the Judge alone, attention unwavering. 

“They will be put to trial. The Xianzhou Luofu has sent out a force to detain them and bring them here, but they will be judged on the Luofu and remain here until your trial is done” Judge Hanya told them, taking a brief look at Syaoran. He felt the corners of his mouth pull down, his eyes feeling heavy with unspoken irritation and unease. This trap had teeth.

He remembered the Preceptor, his ugly smile as he watched the Cloud-Knights coming to detain them two after they submitted their rich evidence. It didn’t matter to the old lizard, he barely cast it a glance before he handed the files over to the man next to him, kindly reminding them that the evidence will be looked at by all of them.

“Understood. In the meantime, we are to stay..here?”

“Yes. You will be able to talk to your subordinates once they arrive under the surveillance of a Wraith Warden. As for the.. evidence. It is currently being looked at. The Preceptors are preparing their evidence against you, you also hold the right to call upon any witnesses that may aid your favor, call upon someone that can bring you any other evidence. In terms with the protocol, these assistants will be under the protection of the Luofu”

Jien’s chin dipped for a brief pause, nodding at the Judge’s words before she straightened again with a deep sigh of her own. “Understood..”

The pale Judge regarded Jien with a final, observant look before nodding her head and turning on her heel to guide them the rest of the way. 

They were put close together into a moderately sized cell. It looked like one big room, only separated by the bars that ran at the half of it, splitting the big room into two sections. Jien was stripped of her heavy cloak and jewelry, and Syaoran as well. He missed his furred collar already, the black cloak that distinguished him as a part of the Team of Arched Archaeologists led by Jien. Not all of them wore black clothes, it was just him who had such a strong penchant for it, but the team accepted him in all his dark garbs and dark demeanor. Syaoran had begun to clasp his fur cloak with a clasp in the shape of a lily once he found out Jien favored those flowers and many others soon took up the habit with him. Kaiya became a figure he looked up to, the older man looked as young as he was, but when he revealed he was actually 140 Syaoran balked at him like he grew a second head.

Jien sat at the bench in the cell, her eyes empty as she stared at the hard cold ground.

“Miss YueXia” he called her from where he stood in front of the bars. His blood was restless, but it felt cold as it plunged through his veins and for a moment of insanity he thought he’d confess to feeling afraid and doubtful. 

She looked at him without moving her head, the darkness of her eyes nearly swallowing the white of them from his view. “Hm?”

“Why aren’t you talking? Why are you so quiet?” At their first meeting with the Preceptor she had shown her fangs,  and throughout the night as the entire team was up and awake to gather evidence and send them logs from their ship, Jien spoke to him. She told him of the protocols and what actions they might make - them and the Preceptors both - and she knew much about it. She looked angry too; it wasn’t once he thought she’d smash into the tablet and send it flying in pieces, but she never did. She poked harder at the screen at times, but otherwise she was gently treating the papers, the quill and the chair. He knew she was seething then, so would it be possible that the dragon’s anger could dissipate so quickly, now?

“Telling the judge before a trial that I am not guilty will not convince them to let me go. I’ll save my words for the trial” Jien said as she stirred her tail, rubbing up arms before she crossed them over her chest. Another heavy exhale came from her, her lips pressed together.

“Will you call for any witnesses?”

“What witnesses..?” Jien countered in a tone lower than previously, almost quizzically as she narrowed her eyes at him. “I doubt they’ll come, even if I call them,” she added after a heartbeat. Syaoran took a step towards the bars. “They will come, it is their duty to answer. You’re not inviting them to a tea party, but a trial - a trial”

“It is a duty they can also refuse - be reminded that the laws of the Luofu are not applicable everywhere..” 

“Will you call anyone as your witness?” Syaoran asked, his jaw set as he tried not to reach for the bars to squeeze them. He knew the chance of a witness being able to deny an order like this was slim, but she knew the law better than him and he wasn’t about to debate her on it.

Jien sighed and let her eyes fall shut, her tail moving from one side - over the back of her bench - until it was curled around her other. “I will. I’m just.. thinking. I hope my silence has not frightened you?”

“It has” he shot at her, but he said it so softly, without a trace of anger that he felt. He flexed his hand and licked his dry lips, looking around his small cell as Jien only looked at him blankly, swallowing the details of his face in that manner she always did, putting his face under a knife for a dissection. “I assume I will also be given the right to speak?” “Of course you will be. There are no laws restricting you there” 

“Good” He paces a few steps, then turns towards the corner to pace towards it in a slower rhythm. “I plan to speak then” he said to the walls.

“And what will you tell them? What more do you know than me of the Preceptors or my whereabouts throughout the course of last years?” She had straightened in her seat when he turned to look at her, her long hair falling down her exposed shoulders. She didn’t wear her hair down too much, but the sight made her seem relaxed, ready for bed even. 

“I know. Maybe not much about the Preceptors - this is the first time I met them - but I know you. You and your actions. I may  be new to your team, but I am no bleating sheep to fall to fear” Syaoran approached the bars that separated them again, giving Jien a weary look, something she returned gladly as a challenge - for a moment he thought he saw a ghost of a smile on her lip.

“Well that is good” she scoffed, a noise bordering on an unamused chuckle as she threw one leg over the other. “I don’t pick sheep to accompany me to faraway lands. Sheep stays where it is safe, and it is not safe where I go” she let herself be mean with her tone, Syaoran saw the way she had her lip pulled to sneer at him, showing a bit of the sharp edge of her canine. Angry, sad or disappointed or amused, Jien’s face never showed the emotions much, and when she did they were quick to fade.

She shook her head, blowing a strand of hair from her face, continuing on before he could say anything ��But - sheep, wolf, lion or bird, I do not mean to throw you into the fire or the jaws of another”. She was honest, he knew and for a moment felt bad.

“I know what you may think. You saw some of their evidence as well - I wouldn’t trust me either after seeing that.. I know you are afraid, and I’m sorry about that. My words may hold little consolation, but surely my actions from before can be of some reassurance that I won’t leave you for them to skin?” Jien was looking at him with something else in her eye, a glint of sorrow or the weight of so many unspoken words. “I will see to it that you are safe”

Suddenly it dawned upon him, the implication of his words and the meaning of her silence. “You mean to confess to it?” he blurted out, horrified. “But you didn’t do it” he bit through his teeth.

Jien recoiled, shifting in her seat and putting both feet to the ground. “I didn’t” she echoed blankly, shaking her head. 

“You didn’t!” Syaoran pressed and Jien never looked at him more confused.

“Why confess to it then?” he added, his lungs feeling that familiar burn of the shortness of breath. Jien stood there, looking lost, big blank eyes staring at him - through him. He could almost hear it - why do you care - the thought held her voice, although she never uttered the words aloud.  He thought she’d say something, and he waited and waited but she just kept looking at him, peeling away the skins of his person until she got to the bone and the marrow and found no answer to her question. 

Syaoran huffed and sighed before he mustered the words to say something again. “I held doubt yes - life has taught me that I cannot trust my own mother, let alone someone I did not know for long. But I saw their evidence, but I know the truth of it. You cannot have me believe you’d kill a child or organize a whole group to undermine the Alliance as a whole - even if I didn't see ‘her’. This is the Preceptor's work” he concluded and paced down the side of the bars.  “You barely care enough for dinner, let alone this power that the Preceptors love to say is being stolen. If it is so easy to steal then it bloody well should be when they can't do so much as protect it”

“Is this your way of scolding me? Syaoran, while I appreciate your truthfulness, you will do well to keep your tone down. You don’t want the whole prison to know how you dislike the Preceptors?” she paced, slowly in a tandem with him. She didn't like his rants like this or when he yelled. She always advocated for more civil talks. “Listen… Regardless of my position in this - which we know very well” she said quickly when she saw him opening his mouth to talk. Holding her finger up she continued: “I will do my best to send you and the team back to your usual routines as soon as I can. It is me they’re targeting, their ire is with me alone. But they hope to hurt me by dragging others into this mess and they mean to shame me by making such a big spectacle of it” she talked to him like a mother to a child, a firm mother, but a mother all the same. Her head tilted from one side, trying to keep his gaze. 

“They do not know that their little tricks and attempts to scare me do not work.. Quite frankly if they so desperately wanted me to leave their precious territory I would have left long ago, but they always kept me at some arm's-length, as if to subdue me should I wish to turn around and bite. When have I bitten anyone unprovoked?” she mused, looking at the little puncture mark in his vest, where the lily would usually rest in.  “My point is - they are not as powerful as they think they are.. I just need all of their attention on me and I plan to use the trial on Xuling Xuling as grounds to dispel these claims made against me”

“But, what? You will confess if all of it comes to failure?” he inquired, tone suddenly icy. It all came back to the evidence they caught a glimpse of. Damned it all be. The woman in the footage had her face, her voice, and her reputation wasn’t all too hard to uncover. Working part time for the Intelligentsia Guild, leading a team of her own, traveling wide and far with regular disappearances when local forces were sent to track her down.. It all overlapped with Jien’s own character like an alter ego. It felt like a big, cruel joke, and the whole universe was in on it. Jien was trying to calm him, reassure him, but how could he feel at ease knowing what he knew? He was there with her when the woman wearing her likeness appeared. He was sure Jien was going to carve out his mind and scrape the memory of the encounter out with the way she looked at him - but she didn’t. She only told him to not tell anyone.

Jien sighed, turning to the side. “They will probably go forward with hearing you and the rest of the team out here first, then they’ll take me up to Xianzhou Xuling..” she trails off, she’s standing too far away for him to reach.

“Miss YueXia… The team has your back. I have your back” he told her, despite knowing two or three from the team who he could see being bought. But Kaiya, Accerly, Kaiya’s wife, who were from the Alliance; old master Noyal, Elisa, Samuel, Carwyn, and half of the team would speak truly for her. That Doctor from the Guild too, weren’t they close? - he’d speak truly, Syaoran knew but from this black cell he could seldom do anything about any of it. He had to get out. 

Jien found it hard to reply or to accept his words and she only crossed her arms over her chest again. “..Thank you.. I will do my best to untangle you from this mess. All I ask is your patience for a little longer”

Patience. Syaoran could get more of that. The time before the trial would give him ample space to think in utter quiet. He knows what to do..

Ⓒ n0tamused. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

[toosillytoolate]

𓇻desert before dinner𓇻

Tetsurō Kuroo x fem reader, sweet and spicy after uni classes, time skip, and AU where he plays volleyball in uni, 1k words

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You hear his keys in the door before you see him as you make dinner in your shared apartment but what you didn't expect was the door slamming behind him. You put down your spoon and wipe off your hands with a sly grin on your face as you go to greet him by the door.

"Hey honey, everything okay?" you ask sweetly as you start to walk towards him. You knew his schedule like the back of your hand, so you knew he only had two classes and practice but even still he seemed frustrated.

"Love, come here," he commands you. As he comes into view he has your texts open and an obvious bulge in his pants. Because you had only had one class today, which happened to be with Kuroo, you had decided to pass your time by teasing him when you knew he couldn't do anything.

Your class together was his second of the day and that's when the teasing started. You had wanted attention that morning but he had left without waking you up and you just couldn't help but make it his problem. Before you had left you put on one of his shirts that you had cut up to make into a crop top, and one of his favorite skirts so that you knew you would catch his attention. In class, you had run your hand up and down his thigh and sometimes a little higher, adjusted your shirt where he could look right down it, whispered to him and passed notes about what you wished the morning had gone like, but all of this was nothing compared to what you did while he was in practice.

"Love, what do you think you were doing," he asks, "Are you insane with the kind of texts you've been sending me WHILE IM IN PRACTICE?!" This was probably the closest to yelling he would ever get to you but he still had a chuckle in his words. It was fair though you had sent him pictures and descriptions that would have even your best friend blushing, and there was no TMI between you two.

"What do you mean?" you ask, feigning innocence.

"Oh really, you want to pretend you don't know what I'm talking about," Kuroo asks, "I'd love to show and read them to you and remind you of how hard you made my day."

"I'm really not sure what you mean Kuroo," you say fluttering your lashes at him, "All I've been doing is making a delicious dinner for my boyfriend since I got home. The pasta only has a few minutes left so I hope you're hungry." You begin to walk back to the small kitchen to show him the almost-done dinner.

As you walk away he grabs your wrist and pulls you back to him. Once you're in his grasp he pins you to the wall and secures you there with a tight grip on your waist. It's tight but gentle, as he was never one to hurt you without your permission. One of his hands runs up your body to your face to force you to look at him as he speaks.

"Y/n, seriously... Stop the act and own up to what you did," he whispers in a low voice, "I promise it will be so much better that way and maybe we can even fulfill some of the fantasies you told me today."

You swear that looking into his eyes almost turned you into a puddle at that moment, but you could never let him win when you were in a bratty mood like this. You needed him to understand what it as like to be home alone almost all day.

"Kuroo, I'm not sure what you're talking about," you manage to giggle out, "I do need you to let me check the noodles or they'll boil over though." You can tell he doesn't like that response from the way he stares down into your eyes, his full of lust and you can tell he's deciding whether to take you right there or let you continue your act and get back at you later.

"Really now? You want to check the pasta more than you want to have your boyfriend throw you on that couch and rail you until sunrise," he whispers in your ear. You can't help it when your breathing falters as his hand travels down your back and pulls on the belt loop of your jeans. You know you can't say anything without your voice breaking so you just stay there trapped in his embrace.

"Come on baby, I need you to use your words. You were doing so good with that over text," he says and his warm breathe sends chills down your back, "I really need you to tell me what you want now or I can't even begin to help my sweet girl, and I know how much she needed me earlier today, but does she still need me that bad now?"

You couldn't help it anymore and brought your hands up his neck and to his hair, where you pulled it slightly giving him the indication that you were just as needy as you had been previously in the day.

"Are you mad about what I did," you ask him, eyes shifting down to the floor in embarrassment.

"Y/n, I could never be mad at you for expressing your needs, even if you were just doing it to tease me. I'll only be annoyed if you keep being a brat now and don't help me out sweet girl," Kuroo's grip tightened around you, pressing you into him and you could feel that his small bulge from earlier had grown. "My baby was just needy and I understand that, but now that I can help her she doesn't want it? It makes no sense to me.." he teases.

"I do want you Kuroo, but I wasn't lying about dinner almost being done," you say almost too timidly. You wanted him more than anything, but you had worked really hard on the pasta and didn't want it to go to waste.

"Then how about this baby," he whispers as he pulls your eyes back to his, "We finish cooking the pasta, but when it's done were turning it off and having desert before dinner."

You can't help but blush. Even after all this time of being together, he knew just what to say to break your bratty behavior and get his way.

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Hey lovely people, I hope you enjoyed my first story and I'm sorry it was bad but at least it's something :) Please let me know what you would like next or if you liked it at all lol

[thedeluluverse]

To the anon that requested this, I hope you like it and I'm sorry it's taken me this long to get to it <333

Summary:  Your husband Jimin has always loved kids and wanted them one day but wasn’t sure he would ever get to see himself as a father due to his busy schedule. Now that that dream has come true, he is determined to be the best he can be for your little miracle

Pairing:  husband!jimin x wife!reader

Genre: fluff, established relationship, first time parenthood

Word Count: 1,795

Warnings:  None, just a bunch of fluff : )

A line. Parallel. No wait, two lines. As you look at the pregnancy test you took a mere 5 minutes ago, you can’t believe your eyes. Your whole life is about to change and too many things are hitting you at once. You and your husband of 2 years, Jimin,  were not trying to start a family right now; granted, it isn’t like you were the most careful couple ever (the flashbacks making you blush) but nonetheless. Scaring you out of your frozen state, your phone lights up showing that Jimin is calling you. Oh no! What is he going to think? Children had been discussed in the past and there was definitely a want there but you mutually agreed to wait until his schedule had calmed down a little bit.

Taking a deep breath and trying to steady your voice, you take the call. As soon as he picks up, he is full of energy, “Hello my love, I am about to head home, did you want me to pick up something to eat for dinner? I know we have both been busy so I figured some takeout would heal the soul hahahaha! Oh wait, it is a bit later than usual. Have you already eaten? Sorry, let me be quiet for a second so you can answer!”. You can’t help but grin at how caring he is just towards you and have to keep yourself from drifting off into how great he would be as a father lest you start crying. Sniffling and clearing your throat discreetly, you answer, “Hey hun, yeah takeout is fine, I’ll just take some veggie ramen. Thanks for being so thoughtful!”. There’s a pause, “Jagiya, are you feeling well?”, he asks.

                You freeze up because the truth is, you haven’t been feeling well. Your stomach was already unsettled before which is what prompted you to take the test in the first place and after the results, you feel even more unsteady than before. There’s no way for him to know that though so why the wellness inquiry out of the blue? You decide to try and play it cool and reply, “I’m fine, just not super hungry today love.”, he gives a skeptical okay then says that he is leaving work now and should be home in about 30 minutes with the food.

                A little over a half hour later, your husband walks through the door as you are sat on the couch catching up on your shows as you had the day off today. He comes in and places a kiss on the top of your head before setting down the bag of food on the counter. Walking to the front of the couch, he leans in, kissing your nose, “How was my girl’s day huh?” he asks with a grin. You give a small smile, “It was good but much better now that you are here.” He gives you a peck on the forehead then states, “I’m gonna go take a quick shower, then we can eat. Unless you’re really hungry now then I’ll wait to wash up”. “I’m fine babe, I promise!” you answer; “Swear?” he asks as he sticks out his pinky. You giggle and make a show of acting as though you can’t see him holding up anything which earns you a cocked eyebrow and him hooking your pinky himself before he walks into the master bathroom.

                Not 10 minutes later, and your husband has definitely shifted into home mode; emerging from your shared bedroom in sweatpants, an oversized hoody, and his glasses, still damp hair making him look like a tiny puppy who just got caught in the rain. You start tearing up the moment you see him and he instantly notices, “Honey, are you alright?” You sniffle and stifle the waterworks as best you can while you nod, “yeah I’m fine, you just looked so cozy and tiny and *crying ensues*”.  He rushes to your side and rubs your back, “Woah there, it’s okay pretty, in the best way possible, are you about to start your period? It isn’t like you to cry because you find me so cute. It’s super sweet but just wanted to check in”. You start laughing and answer “Good joke, about to start my period HA HA  HA, mister funny man, I love you and your sense of humor! XD” You take a deep breath to calm down and then get up to grab the food, blaming the laughing fit on delusional hunger Y/N.  Jimin just smiles and nods, lowkey worried but figures food is the cure.

                While Jimin is almost done with his 5 course meal, you are barely halfway through your bowl of noodles. You really are hungry but your brain is going a million miles a second thinking about everything yet nothing at once and wondering how soon you should tell him. Should you do it now? Wait until he has had some rest? Wait a month or two so you know all is well? As you are having this debate, you feel his hand gently resting on your knee and have just noticed his head bent down so his eyes can meet yours which have zoned out on the floor beneath you in thought. “y/n, are you sure you are okay? You’ve barely touched your food and something just feels off. You can talk to me you know that.” Pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek, you nod and reply, “ I know I can, just a lot on my mind but I’m fine I promise!” He purses his lips, not completely convinced but drops the subject.

                After about an hour of you both passing out on the couch after dinner, you are awoken by  a gentle hand on your shoulder and your husband standing behind you with tears in his eyes holding the pregnancy test. Once your eyes adjust, they are wide in panic. Is he upset with the results or that he found out by finding it, you meant to throw the bathroom trash anyway but had forgotten in the midst of everything. He sniffles then comes around to sit beside you, both of his hands holding the test now. Too worried to speak, you just lay a hand on his thigh to let him know you are there if he wants to talk.

“Why didn’t you tell me? How long have you known?” he spurts out. Tears form in your eyes with just the biggest mix of emotions. “I only found out a few minutes before your call earlier and have been processing the news myself and trying to figure out when to tell you because I know you are busy and this is just a big surprise and I didn’t want to stress you out and-“ He cuts you off via a finger on your lips, “You wouldn’t have stressed me out jagiya. Yes I’ve had a long day and yes we have been busy lately, but this is a dream come true!”. As he throws his arms around you, your whole body relaxes instantly. The two of you stay up for the next 3 hours talking about everything and just gushing about how excited you are to start a family.

TIME SKIP: 9 MONTHS LATER

                After weeks of preparation, the day is finally here. You are about to give birth to your first child. The nerves are definitely there but you are doing your best to stay calm. Jimin was doing a radio interview about an hour away when you called him that you were in labor and checking into the hospital. He immediately told the host to use whatever material they already had and would be M.I.A. because “his baby is having a baby and I gotta go byyyeeee!!”. He rushes to your side the second he gets to the hospital and doesn’t leave no matter how many times you insist you’ll be fine, glare at him for doing this to you, or putting his hand in a death grip trying to get through the pain.

                About 3 hours later, you give birth to a beautiful baby and once the nurse gets you all settled and you’ve held the baby for a bit, Jimin takes the bundle of joy into his arms for the next 2 hours while you nap just talking and occasionally staring as the situation still feels surreal. As you regain consciousness, you hear him talking to the newborn and fake sleep so he doesn’t stop. What you hear only affirms that you sure picked the right man to start a family with almost 3 years ago.

Now to what you heard, Jimin is telling the child, “You know you are so adorable, aish… you take after your eomma so much you know? She’s as precious as you are and I already can tell she will take the best care of you. Me on the other hand… well, I vow to do everything in my power to protect you, love you, and be there for you as long as I live. I feel honored to be your dad and will make sure I do right by you always. Pinky swear.” At those words, your eyes pop open and see him placing his pinky under the baby’s while he gently kisses the forehead. Tears are forming in your eyes and all you can do is croak out an “I love you” while he smiles back and gets up to lay the baby in the crib.

                Throughout the years, Jimin definitely did right by his promise. Providing for the both of you and eventually for a second child as well in every capacity to the best of his ability. He even went so far as to take a year of paternity leave for each child because he said that “The guys understand and we have enough projects and content coming out for awhile that it’s all set baby. My family comes first. Always will.”

He was better than you ever imagined with children, making your heart flutter and you swear you fall deeper in love with him every day seeing how he interacts with them. He is the perfect balance of stern enough to not be a pushover but not too intense. He genuinely cares about every facet of their lives and helps you to raise them the best y’all can. Over the years, he keeps a log of pinky and height comparisons which helps his self esteem for about 8 years or so. No matter if he is reassuring the kids, planning a surprise for you, or disciplining them, he always finds a way to to work in his signature to let them know that things are alright between them.

The pinky swear <3

[caeserfroggysalad]

To see you smile again

AN: second fanfic and the sequel of overheated! Let’s goo!!

Contents: Oc x canon-PeanutYam-Drinking-Mild swearing-Mild blood-caring wounds-Wholesome- random ass side characters

Back to basics

It’s been a few months since Peanut and Purple Yam had that conversation about anger and managing it. And luckily things have changed for the better: clear communication between Peanut’s busy schedule of touring around for gigs and Yam’s hectic routine of finding and battling. Despite the clashing plans to meet again, they made it work, and that's what mattered to them both. Peanut leaned onto their balcony, a homemade martini that swirled around in their left hand, a quick down the hatch caught by accidental choking. “Ack- eugh..” Peanut sniffled, wiping their mouth, their eyes focused on the golden sun setting down on Magic City, tapping on the fake glass, making a tacky clack sound. “Any minute now, Hotshot, any precious minute.” Talking to themselves, Peanut's anxious behavior would thankfully be stopped as their cell phone vibrated, rumbling the iron railing. Startling them speechless, Grabbing the phone and seeing Yams contact, Nicknamed “Sweet Potato,” with hearts around it. On the other side, Purple Yam can hear Peanut dropping their empty drink as it cracks.

“Dammit!” He stood there, hearing all of the shenanigans through the pixelated speaker, staying quiet. “I’m sorry, I just got scared.” Catching a breath as they step inside, closing the balcony door behind them. “Anyway, it's good to hear from you again..laughing??” Pressing the speaker button, they overheard him snorting. Peanut blushes, knowing why. “Hey, it’s not that funny.” sounding salty from it. “How do you know I'm laughing at that??” Yam would ask, struggling to hold back the chortles. “Hmmm..I’m watching you.” Peanut is playing along with him. “How's this month's search? Any new scars?? Oh! How's the anger keeping you??”

Yam sat with a hunched back, trying not to bring any wandering eyes or ears on who he was talking to. With a low, gravelly voice he answered their bundle of questions. “One, no new updates on his last whereabouts. Two, there's going to be a new one around the shoulder this time that I’ll tell you later, and finally I've been doing those coping mechanisms.” Yam bluntly answered back, only getting a few seconds of nothing. “And..?” Peanut edged him on for more clarification. A heavy sigh from the other half of the line. “It is working...but! Not all the time.” He could hear peanuts silent. “I told you so face.” Half annoyed and a half smile that tugged his cheeks. “Anyway, Yam, when are you going to come see me? There's this event I'll be going to for the future of my musical career!” An adorable squeal from them warmed his heart, hearing them be so happy from their own accomplishments. “And it’s gonna be fancy! Nice dresses, clean suits, the whole shebang! And the best part is that I'll be able to bring one special guest..sooo…do he math~”

Peanut hinted at him with enthusiasm. “Hm..maybe.” Yam's response was not what Peanut expected. “From my path now, I’d be passing Dragons City. That's giving me either a chance to make it on time or wait till next year.” Peanut responds quickly. “Oh! But it’s in a few weeks! You can still come by even if it’s for the night!” Yam looked back as Peanut offered more reasons why he could come; the warrior could only see his guild mates packing up yet again to continue forth. “Peanut, songbird, I don’t have a real answer for that invitation.” His voice unsure as his reply, fidgeting with one of his locs. “I have to go; I promise we’ll talk more about it!” Peanut didn't respond again. “Peanut? Bad service?” He tried to squat in a different spot for better connection. “Peanut? Are you there??” The singer had this pang in their chest. With nothing coming out of their disappointed heart. This without warning silence tenses up Yam. Milk was calling for him as well, and it seemed like someone needed an answer from him. “Gr. Milk’s getting on my nerves. I WILL get to you soon, okay?? Love you!!” 

He hangs up. That rushed assurance did not sound as heartwarming as he wanted it to be. A faint light from his screen, with Peanuts contact name on it and a rather unflattering image of them that he found cute. How it mocked him. “Purple yam cookie! Could you please do your part and help us out?!” Milk grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back near their grounds. “AY! Watch the arm; I told you THAT." Yam stopped himself, rubbing the temples of his forehead; he shoved milk away and helped without a single word. “Something the matter, Purple yam?” Milk kneeled over, politely folding his cloak, already knowing that there was a problem. “...” Yam did not respond to his question of concern, only putting his anger into other things and completing his tasks. “..Very well-” Yam interrupted Milk. "YES, Of course... There's a problem-” His words were choppy, and his eyebrows were more arched than ever. Milk in secret rolled his eyes and smirked. “Those self-help lessons have been working; normally you would tell me to go to hell.” He joked lightly to him, only getting a scowl as a reply. “My anger has always been justified. Be a bit grateful. I'm not going to beat the cheerful out of you someday.” Silently, his head tilted up, focusing up at the pale, waning crescent; never ignoring the night sky's beauty, he continued to speak. “Milk..” His fist clenched on the grass beneath him. 

"Do you think Peanuts is happy with me?” Milks smile shrunk hearing that; a question like that from his mouth was off-putting. “Well, what makes you think that they aren't happy with you?” The Paladin scooted closer to Yam, being given a rare chance to see him be more at ease with his vulnerability. Yams nose twitched, cracking his knuckles. “I really like that singer cookie and how they just care about me. Supporting my goals, my motives... Winched eyes as he could feel a tinge of sadness in his pulse. “Thinking about that talk, with me almost dying out there, I really have taken in that I got someone that has got me too.”

The more he expressed these feelings of guilt, his heart skipped beats, making him short of breath. “AGH! I’m done with the conversation!!” Pulling on his own locs in frustration, he flopped onto the soft grass back first, checking his pulse as it slowed down. Milk didn't have a good answer for his problem. Seeing that whatever he could say, Yam's mind would twist it into a doomed ending. Yet he tried. “I don’t know Peanut personally; I don’t even know their favorite flower. But..” Milk bites his fingernails from his thumb. “What I am seeing is that you care just as much as they do. And with you wanting to be better, whether it's anger management or even keeping in touch... heh, if you were dating me, I’d be a happy cookie!” He implied accidentally that he would date him, making Yam turn his head as quick as can be. “...Yeah, right..” 

Milk brushed off the comment, "Efforts are one thing, and if I were you wanting to make sure Peanut was happy, I'd spend some time with them!” Nudging the idea, but you declined. “I already did that, and all that did for us was waste time on finding..." Even saying dark choco cookies' names made him cringe. “Him...that was three weeks wasted!! Never coming back!” His reason was somewhat valid, with the quest nearly pushing a few years with the help of milk cookie. Time could be running out depending on where or what dark choco is doing. His arms shoot outward to the sky. “Even my greatest enemy is keeping me away from them! This is bull-” Milk covered his mouth with a stern face, glaring at him down. “That’s enough of your language. And enough of this negative thinking.” Yam's eyes widened by Milk's move, and the worst part is he’s right again and couldn’t do anything to retaliate. He smacks Milk's hand away. 

"I still wanna be there for them, but I can’t keep going back and forth. You get that?” Milk nodded in response, being more easy on him since his buttons are being pushed by himself. He made up his mind and stuck by it. “If I did go, would you be fine alone?” His eyes looked still unsure, but those grumpy eyebrows said otherwise. “Of course, I’m just as strong as you are. You just need to worry about yourself now, and Peanut, of course.” Milk comforts him; a half smile appears. “One day you must take me to see them; clearly they mean something if you’re going back again.” Milk stood upright with a much-needed stretch and a loud pop from his spine.

“Whenever you want to leave, then go on, and no more random bar fights this time. You still owe me on that darn tab.” Yam was humbled, shutting his mouth, being called out like it was nothing. “Right..that” Scoffing at Milk, Yam pulls himself up, turning his head at him. “Wait a minute.” He halted Milk before he could turn in for the night. "Yes, Purple Yam??’ His torso turned, a bit confused on why he was calling for him. Heavy sigh from the warrior's nose, a faint mumble so hard to hear not even a dog can detect it. “I am sorry, can you repeat that?” He spoke against it, but his teeth grated. “Purple yam, I cannot hear you!” Yam, with his hand formed into a fist, mushed the bridge of his forehead. “THANK YOU!! I’M SAYING THANK YOU!” A massive bellow from the bottom of his stomach booming right onto Milk's face. Indifferent yet acknowledges his best shot to thank him for a pep talk between two travelers. “You’re very welcome; let me know when you're back there.”

A well-meaning moment, now only to simmer in with the silence of the night. Crickets and an owl hoot, Yam read over the time of his near-dead phone; the time stuck an hour past midnight. His urge to shoot a text to Peanut that he was coming to see them was getting forceful. Wondering if they were even awake to see that update. A flash feeling excites his mind. A crazed smile broke through that stretching frown. Digging threw his mess of a pile, ripping out his mace with one hand and no trouble. “Alright Peanut, I’M COMING FOR YA!!” That ear-splitting battle cry made Milk suffer in silence, smothering his ears; it wasn't enough for the rage tornado going off about his brilliant idea he didn't keep to himself. “PEANUT!! JUST YOU WAIT!! IT’S GONNA BE GREAT!!” This intense drive, Stomping the delicate meadows and tree roots, blinding himself with a determined spirit. Leading him to slam his own face against a tree branch. A thwack right into the eyes. “AGH! MOTHER-” He violently plucked out the loose leaves and tiny sticks, pinching a random flower that happened to be on him as well. A daffodil, a common yellow one. The bright yellow petals reminded Yam of Peanut. Carrying something that illuminated themselves and the cookies around them. It was so small in his hand yet bloomed with passion. “..pssh..Peanut..stupid cute peanut..” A smirk filled with care slipped out, making him feel stupid himself. 

Clinking glass

Warm lights enriched laughter. And the wonderful sound of lounge jazz. An event with stuffy cookies having important titles on their names. The bronze light shone onto Peanut's burnt fingers, pearly white piano keys pressed to create a sweet instrumental art; they were focused onto the pages of the next lines with notes. While the song would be a message of relaxation and comfort in one's presence. This musician was breaking sweat in their onyx waist-hugging dress, stressing but keeping it all on the inside with the fear of melting down in front of others. But despite their boyfriend, in their mind poking at them like an idiot poking a bear with a stick, they continue to play, trying to sit up straight but feeling the weight sinking into their back.

On the other side of this rather massive event building, shot glasses were slamming upside down. Certain cookies embrace the unlimited alcohol promotion, becoming red from drunkenness. Yam swayed his glass side to side; his lips didn't touch the rim, feeling uneasy with this in his hand. “Get it together, Purple Yam; you're a warrior, not a loser." His mind gave him what he thought was a good pep talk. “GET IT TOGETHER, DUMBASS!!” The shouting in his own brain made him shoot down the high-end wine that had a foul aftertaste, leaving him to hack and cough rudely. Guests look at him with raised eyebrows and sour faces. 

“ACK! Eugh…what?! There a problem??” As he asked, they quickly turned their heads around, pretending they weren't just mentally criticizing him not long ago. Yam scoffed, leaving the bar side and entering the stage room. All the spotlights aimed at Peanut, who fixed their mic, preparing for a cover song. Like the man he is, he still didn't tell them that he would be here. Bumping into others, he would steal a seat, having an issue sitting comfortably into a chair that was painted gold to look wealthy. Peanut shifted their attention to the crowd, how they waited with unhappy faces. Why were they so dissatisfied with anything?? It made them more stressed; to win over them was a must. “Good evening, cookies. I like you all, so just call me Peanut; I don't care about the pronouns.” A formal and submissive voice spoke through the mic as it was pitched slightly more sensitive than it should have been.

“Thank you for coming." Piano keys were pressed, Making Peanut jump from how nasty it sounded, the guests criticized them in passing convos. “T-tonight..well..” Their lips parted, but words were unable to be spoken. “Sorry, you're all new to me, and I love the faces, but my mind is on a special kind of someone!” They expressed it with forced confidence, tumbling their sentences around. “Yes! Yes, it's those kinds of cookies who you care for and yet you wanna- sm- smack! Them across the face for the times they really push your buttons!!”Slamming their fists, making a horrid sound. Dead silent from all except Yam, covering his mouth and chortling at their mini outburst, his body trembles from his barely holding back laugh. Seeing how they restarted their performance, not minding at all the eye contact from their audience.

They cleared their throat away, mic. “You don’t hate them; you never could! Since at the end of the day…” Eyes lowered as they felt a fairly simple flower barrette on the right side of their hairdo. A hint of a smirk and a scoff. A gentler tone from their voice. “You’ll never unlove them, since it’s pure.” Yam subdued, That ramble was about him; he isn't stupid. The peanut he knows yaps like crazy, all in good heart. As Peanut was done with the chatting and one-sided small talk, they went back into the music, feeling much better. The notes G, Bb,Ab, and Eb add the change of lighting into a dim silver.

Yam felt a wave of wonder. Music had been one of the many ways to help prevent any more rage. He wasn't picky on what type, Dad rock to even the smooth jazz Peanut performs. He could only stare at them, their black dress with the pretty shimmer plus open back, twilight eyeshadow, and hair down, but swept to the side of their left shoulder. “Dear gods..” He whispered as his cheeks burned, like a reminder of what he's got and how he's got to keep them. They are talented, no denying it! Even those pretentious pricks showed the smallest amount of interest. Yam subconsciously swayed, eyes lowering, nearly falling asleep. “It's good, but the company would have commissioned someone else honestly.” 

Overhearing someone in a tacky suit and clip-on tie making not so critical opinions on Peanut. Yam frowns, grumbling at whoever was behind him. “Psst, could you shut it? Who you’re talking about happens to be my significant other,” he warned with a low voice, turning his upper body to the chatty folks. “And I don’t really appreciate hearing someone like you nitpicking on them.” His eyes narrowed, shooting down then up. The chair creaks, going back to focus on Peanut. “Who brought the brute here..?” Trying to avoid another interaction from Yam, only to fail as he shot back at them. “Do you want me to leave or something?? I want to support them, and I’m not gonna cause trouble unless you keep asking for it..!” His voice was slightly louder. Making another nearby bystander shush Yam. “And you stay out of this!” Talking through his teeth being clenched to the point of breaking. The slight commotion in the far back caught more attention. The few who were forced to come finally had something to watch. Making Purple Yam looked and felt like a Jackass.

Peanut sensed no eyes staring down at them, peeping over with distaste in the bickering since it was distracting them badly to mistake notes. A heavy scoff coming out. “Witches, who’s this jerk? No manners, no nothing!…wait-”  they squinted, noticing that bold, raspy voice with lilac dreads swinging around. “That’s my jerk!” Realizing why everyone suddenly cared about the second tallest guy in what should’ve been a wonderful quiet evening. Yam isn’t weak; he could’ve easily beaten anyone into a pulp for daring to look at him funny. But here he is being cornered and messing up his words to defend himself. His hands were up, stepping back, not wanting to be touched. “Get off now. Not asking again..!” His pulse quickens from the amount of disrespect he’s getting. “Maybe next time you could mind your business then!?” Yam was being threatened by the same folk that judged Peanuts' performance. It seemed like it was a few months ago; his buttons were being pressed down so hard it would numb thumbs. As he felt like he was gonna snap, certain fingers would for him. “Hey!” Peanut yelled out with their hands on their hips and a very twitchy tapping foot. “I’m sorry to intrude here, but this.” Clicking their tongue as they eyed down each one, especially Yam. “This isn't gonna continue any further.” With their voice being firm, Peanut’s being serious to all of those strangers. 

“You! What's ya face?” Their index reached out to the one that started it all, and the rest, step one step back, he responds whity like. “English muffin cookie, the owner's son of this event.” Peanuts vacant facial expression unchanging, fixing their hair to be twirled and tied up. “Ohh okay! You're the kid that's been getting into trouble with the city's law!” English muffin cookies' arrogant look buckles into slight concern. “Y-you are accusing me!? I could get you blacklisted, you know!” using an empty threat onto Peanut, someone that looks like they could be this kid's wine aunt. "Darling, I don't think you should be waving ya daddy's title around like that. How's that bribery criminal charge already looking?” 

Yam took a nice front view of English muffin getting what he deserved. The word schadenfreude rings a bell to him. English muffin sweats, wiping it off with a tacky handkerchief with his initials on it. “That's a false r-rumor! To ruin a name I take care of.” His statement was just humorous to hear—a cookie with a baby face really fighting with adults. Peanut stepped closer, cocking their head to the side. “Detective almond cookie, my uncle has always reported the most recent crimes to keep

The community is alert and safe.” Peanut explained, finding this to be entertaining. “And my sweet little brother, Peanut brittle cookie, helps by hosting a mini session.” eyes darting left and right with a grin. 

“So, if I happen to report this as a disturbance of peace, like a responsible adult, Uncle Almond will keep this in your permanent record, and Brittle will alert the cookies. And your pops! Isn't gonna be happy.” Peanut looks up since English muffin was slightly taller. “And we don't wanna let that happen, do we?” Muffins lips quiver; the tension was now on him. “YOU DON’T HAVE THAT KIND OF POWER!” English muffin throws this sudden tantrum, shoving all of the guests around. “I CAN SUE YOU!!” with his tail between his legs yipping like a cowardly dog. Yam scans his reaction, bursting out laughing at the circus this kid was causing, hand gripping on his face and stretching his eyelids. “HAH! That's what you get! AND another THING-” 

Before he could finish that petty sentence, two fingers pinch his helix, making him wince. “HEY! STOP THAT YOU LITTLE-” He shuts himself up real quick since who he was gonna go off on wasn't in the mood to be. “Purple yam cookie...” Oh, that angry face; eyebrows arched like a steep hill. “...Heyyy…OW!!” Peanut yanks on his ear more. “OW! PEANUT! STOp!” They didn't listen, bitterly walking him all the way out to the back of the event area. “PeaNUT! WAIT!” This was gonna be interesting.

Repeat with me.

Yams eyes twitch, sensing a tear to form. Cookies could only watch like this was his funeral, death by an angry partner. A rusty door whizzles open then closes on itself. Peanut lets go of Yam; he rubs his now irritated ear. “agg..Peanut what the hell?!?” Expressing anger at their actions. “Such a grip—that hurts, babe!” Peanut belittles him silently; to their ears, it sounds like whining. Yam pulls on his collar, knowing its best to explain. “You can make me sleep with the cat for the rest of my life after this, I’m sorry.” Standing up straight to look and feel more sincere in his apology. They sighed, shaking their head.

“Yam-” Peanut spoke, but Yam kept going. “Sorry for not telling you I would see you without clear communication, THEN getting into another fight, that one time I stole your leave in conditioner-” Peanut pressed their index and middle fingers right onto his lips. “Yam!!” Raising their voice slightly. “My conditioner.. n-nevermind that.” Pulling their hand away from him, fiddling with the hair barrette. Eyes shifting at their heels. “...Well, I'm not exactly angry at you, I should be..” They didn’t know how to express this emotion. Stunted was the word for them. “Okay, so since you didn't tell me you were here, there was a chance I wouldn't be here and you would be in big trouble.” 

Speaking to him to understand the picture. Yam nods in response, having that gut guilt feeling. “..pfft” They began to snicker, evolving into a laugh you let out when you're tired. “Peanut?” Yam placed his hand on their shoulder. “You..okay? Is it the booze-” Wondering if this was his final day. “No no I'm fine!” Trying to hold it together. “Witches, you are so strange! You did all that for me? Jumping over hundreds of hurdles but all I ask of you is to walk.” Yams cheeks grew in embarrassment, a tickled pink. His body shifts to be more stiff. “WELL- to be fair I wanted to surprise yoU!” Finally telling them “I DID, wanted to see you, NOt- AGG!” He punches the brick wall, not a smart move since his knuckles break dough and bleed. Grunting in the shock blasting through his arm. “DaMN!” Peanut saw all of that still cracking a smile while not being surprised, offering a cloth to him. “All of this just for me hm?” They spoke softly, dampening any excess blood as it spread around his palm. 

Yams hand loosens letting theirs care for him, scars overlapping other scars. “I said I'd work on myself, and that means work on us.” Replying with a mutter. “Maybe I missed your stupid cute face.” a soothing glance, noticing the barrette. “You missed me too.” Poking the shiny accessory. “Oh stop, it's pretty, you gave it to me, and worked on my outfits.” Batting his hand away. He takes Peanut by the dip of the waist, having them yip in response. “Hey!” A beam cracks through, lighting up from the up close interaction. “What?” Yam played around acting innocent with a halo on his head. “What's the matter? Starstrucked?” They reddened, Like a girl's first crush their heart swelled as he twirled Peanuts loose strain of hair. 

They swayed to him, getting on their tiptoes to reach up to his ridiculous height. Giving yam a better view of their eyeshadow, Yam automatically tilted back, only to understand what was happening. He clasped their cheek, just a little bit closer. Closing into a small kiss only to be interrupted. CRASH! More fighting back inside. Yam gripped on Peanut as a protective response. Both looking inside seeing havoc from English muffin cookie now a fool starting fights with others that “dare” to mock him.

“...Babe, could I-” Peanut stops Yams question with a light smile “Yes, don’t get caught, I'll be waiting here. Oh! And drink water this time okay?” Patting his back happily. “The event was getting boring anyway.” Giving him one final smooch as for good luck. “THANKS BABY!” Shouting out loud with that deranged smile Peanut adored. Going back inside, Peanut can hear English muffin scream like a child seeing yam back for revenge. Making them snort and cackle. “I LOVE YOU YAMMY!” Hollering out with pride.

THE END 

[confusedshades]

Ooooh okay so I see this going two ways.

Option 1:

Clark, during his first few weeks pre-Superman, had had a once night stand with Maddie and Jack. Soon after Maddie had realised she was pregnant but both she and Jack didn't much care to figure out who the child's father was. It didn't really matter to them either way. Lo and behold none of the Fentons realised that Danny wasn't Jack's biological son.

So Danny upon getting (emotionally) adopted by Martha complains how he already has a dad and how he can regularly kool aid man his way through walls and how his parents regularly do scientific research and invent stuff. But because of reasons he can't say he can't go back.....Martha for her part just sighs at Clark's handling of having a child (did he even know? Was the kool aid man him or someone else?) and welcomes him in. She promises to get everything sorted out for him as soon as her son is back from his trip.

Clark comes back from his deep space mission and hearing an extra heartbeat floats into the barn attic where an extra pair of his clothes is always stashed and 'comes' home. Cue misunderstandings (Clark sticking to his "I don't think I have kids! I've always been careful! I promise Ma!" guns and Danny sticking to his "I swear! I'm telling you this guy isn't my dad! He looks like him sort of but he's not my dad!") Martha during her scheduled phone catch up with Alfred had mentioned the new kid so Bruce isn't too far behind Clark. (He was threatened by Alfred and no one crosses that man if they can help it. After all only a fool would cross the person who single-handedly runs the manor and ensures that everyone's complicated lives don't end up falling apart.)

He does a rapid blood paternity test which reveals that Danny is in fact Clark's child. The revelation has dramatic fallout for everyone. (Clark for his part goes beet red at having to explain to his mother that he once had a threesome with a married couple. He is then also forced to sit through the birds and bees talk with her. Danny needs to come to terms with the fact that his parents had a threesome which resulted in him. That Jack isn't in fact his father. Depending on a good or bad reveal this might add more to his fallout)

Option 2:

Danny after a reveal gone bad was on the run from the Drs. Fenton and GiW. Jazz was too closely monitored by both her parents and the GiW at her college in Gotham to be much help. Ellie was hiding out travelling internationally mainly because Danny hasn't told her yet how bad it's gotten.

During his run he comes across a lab with clones being grown and remembering Ellie he razes the place. There's only one viable clone he finds who's about 6-7 years old. Danny being a kind and soft hearted person cannot leave the kid behind and basically adopts him. So they go around and stick together. Somewhere along the line they cross into Kansas and Danny has them sticking to the outskirts of towns. (it helps that his baby brother is learning to fly too!)

Then they're spotted by Martha while Danny was trying to grab some of the apples from the top of the tree. She wouldn't have noticed if she wasn't used to looking over whenever something floated in her peripheral vision what with Clark having trouble when he was younger. She'd immediately taken the kids in when she saw the similarity between them and Clark. And both flying? Well. Looks like her son needed another talk. Obviously the first one hadn't taken.

Danny suspicious of her doesn't reveal much, but something about her is very calming and yells safeSafeSafeSAFE to him. Time goes on and he thinks that staying here won't be so bad if all they have to do is simple chores in exchange for food and board. Both the boys had looked at each other when Martha asked for names. Danny was so used to calling his brother kiddo that it'd slipped his mind. Whoops?

They sit down with a baby names book and find one that the kid likes. So Danny and Conner spend weeks at the Kent farm and slowly she pulls out the bare bones of the story from them. (they're brothers. Danny has another sibling who's grown from a tube so it's not that strange for him. He's hiding from his parents because they don't like what he became. They don't understand.)

Clark comes back to earth a few weeks after that conversation. The lecture he gets from Martha ("Clark Joseph Kent. I thought I raised you better than this. How could you have a child and leave it to fend for themself?" "Ma? What are you...? Who is that?" "You apparently had a child. A child who's powers kicked in and had to go on the run with his brother as a result. Do you have any idea how hard that must've been?")

Clark is overjoyed at no longer being the last Kryptonian but is absolutely confused because he's never had a child to his knowledge. (insert weird Kryptonian biology and how they're only sexually aroused when they're emotionally invested in their partner) he remembers the whole bird and bees talk.

So he offers to call his friend who can help settle the misunderstanding. (He's happy to have more family. It doesn't matter if they're his kids or siblings. Family is family.) Danny is suspicious and asks immediately who this friend is and how he'll prove it. Clark says it's a friend he knows through his work and he's really good with tests. Danny immediately grabs Conner and turns them both intangible. He says they won't be staying if there's medical tests involved. Clark waves his hands around and says that no the guy is a detective and that's why he knows some basic tests. It's just a few drops of blood and he'll go first of they prefer it.

Danny cautiously makes them tangible again and nods. Conner after spending so much time with Danny sticks to him like a burr. Clark calls Bruce on speakerphone and explains that he might not be the last but they need to do a blood test to confirm. Would he mind helping out?

Robin!Jason in the background can be heard snickering and saying how nice an opportunity this is and how Penny-one was just saying they needed a vacation. Danny and Conner both relax a little on hearing the kid so Clark and Martha sweeten the deal by inviting them down for the weekend and promises of pie.

So Bruce promises to show up the next day, Jay in tow and a paternity blood test kit. "Uh..Bruce. you might need to bring two." Batman's silence (because at that moment he was Batman more than Bruce) was drowned out by Jason's whistle and sniggering, the comment about "fast work" barely completed before Bruce grunted and disconnected.

The next day, Jason and Bruce come in and as promised, Clark goes first. They do a cheek swab and Bruce puts his sample in one side of a machine. Jason who'd sidled up the kids had been explaining what was happening and how it doesn't even feel like much of anything with a check swab. It might tickle a bit if you're really sensitive but that's it. Conner perks up at that and goes first. Danny is still uncertain but he knows enough that cheek swabs won't hurt.

So once the sample is collected, he pulls Conner back to his side and they wait. The test results are......well, chaos is a mild word. Clark pretty much needs to sit down.

Danny watches the reactions of the adults closely but doesn't see much beyond surprise and shock. So after some time passes where Clark is clearly dumbfounded and barely processing anything, he shakes his head at a swab. "He's my brother even if I found him in a lab. It doesn't matter who the parents are - we're sticking together."

Clark has questions and Bruce promises to investigate. He gets the city where Danny found Conner and starts typing away on his laptop. Martha is overjoyed but is absolutely giving Clark a refresher on the birds and bees.

Martha Kent was a smart woman. A strong woman.

She had raised Superman afterall. More importantly she had raised a kind good man. A responsible one.

Maybe not so responsible, or maybe she should have done the birds and bees talk instead of Jonathan.

Cause what else is she supposed to think when she comes across a small boy that looks alot like her Clark and can float.

Or Ma kent comes across a young Danny who floats to grab something on a high shelf. Naturally, this means her son has a child he doesn't know about. (What a time for Clark to be off planet)

( alot of miscommunication and highjinks leads to everyone thinking Clark Fathered a child accidentally)

[peachyysugaa]

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― youtuber!park sunghoon x streamer!gn!reader

it's hard to stream horror video games when your neighbor is always filming dangerous mukbangs and screaming.

genre: e2l, neighbors au, angst to fluff, humor

wc: 3.2k

warnings: horror game mentions, cw food and mentions of cooking live things (inspired by this youtuber), sunghoon's a jerk at first :<, one mention of underage drinking (don't follow mc's example pls fisnfkskf), a few swear words

part of my youtuber enhypen series, the last upload! feel free to read on its own! ♞──────────────────────────♞

"AAAGH!" and there it is. your brows furrow upon hearing your neighbor's cry. does he not understand how thin these walls are?! there's a reason only college students stay here! grimacing, you ignore it and move your mouse to look around the dark house.

"oh shoot, i wonder if he's behind me?" you say to your audience while watching your viewers fill the chat with your custom subscriber emojis. "i'm going to do it, everyone, just―"

"OHMYGODOHMYGOD WHYYY?!"

more like why couldn't you be quiet?! you close your eyes in frustration but attempt to keep a straight face for the people watching you. "sorry if you heard that, i guess someone's having a bad day?" you chuckle nervously as you turn around in the video game to see a black slender figure. "oh! whoa, okay, i'm just going to run over here."

you got out of the creepy house and made it to the back of it to see a piece of paper on the wall. "oh, here! okay, this is going to be my last piece unless―whoa!!" the jumpscare comes up, and you're left taken aback as the game over screen appears. laughing at your shocked self, you're filled with glee upon seeing the audience laugh or scream with you. "that was really fun, everyone. i got some homework to do though, so i'll see you all next time i stream! bye bye!" you wave goodbye to the camera and watch as the viewer number drops gradually. after a few minutes, you shut off your stream, place your headphones on its stand, and push back in your secret labs chair with a sigh. "why did i have to live next to a maniac...?" you grumble.

you got out of the creepy house and made it to the back of it to see a piece of paper on the wall. "oh, here! okay, this is going to be my last piece unless―whoa!!" the jumpscare comes up, and you're left taken aback as the game over screen appears. laughing at your shocked self, you're filled with glee upon seeing the audience laugh or scream with you. "that was really fun, everyone. i got some homework to do though, so i'll see you all next time i stream! bye bye!" you wave goodbye to the camera and watch as the viewer number drops gradually. after a few minutes, you shut off your stream, place your headphones on its stand, and push back in your secret labs chair with a sigh. "why did i have to live next to a maniac...?" you grumble.

as if on cue, another scream is heard from the other side of the wall. "EEE! oh my god, i'm going to do it, i'm going to do it!"

what on earth was this kid doing that he was screaming every weekend? you didn't even scream that much, and you played horror games for a living! your stomach growls as you're thinking this and as a living human being, you listen to it and get up to make ramyeon. however, even as you're making your dinner and even as you're trying to enjoy it with some show playing on the tv, of course, you have to be subjected to your neighbor's loud yells. once you're finished, you notice how oddly quiet it is and decide to give whoever this guy was a piece of your mind.

marching over with your keys in hand, you knock aggressively on apartment no. 505 until it opens. behind the door is a tall male with a face so well-proportioned you're thinking it's possible that some being above sculpted it themselves. his nose is accented with one mole on the side of his nose bridge and another a few centimeters under the opposite eye. "can i help you?" his rich voice asks with a slight sting to it.

you snap yourself out of it by blinking, incredulous that you almost forgot your mission just because he has a handsome face. "yea, you can help me by being quieter," you boldly state with your arms crossed in front of your chest. "you realize you're not the only one living in this complex, right? the walls are so thin, i can hear you screaming every time."

the male raises an eyebrow at you and scoffs to the side as if he can't believe what he's hearing. "can you just deal with it? some of us have to make a living."

"news flash, dude, that's all of us! the only people who would be willing to live in this place are college students! listen, i stream horror games for my work, and i don't even scream as loud as you," you retort and point your index finger from you to him. "so i think you should learn how to keep your volume down."

"and why haven't i heard these complaints from anyone else?" he tries to debate back.

"maybe because they're just quietly tolerating you. as for me, i can't anymore, so take this as your first warning, room 505." you turn around quickly with a huff and speed to your apartment next door.

as you're above to close the door, you hear him shout back at you. "my name's park sunghoon, room 506. remember it, because i'm going to make your life a living hell."

"l/n y/n, park sunghoon. we'll see about that." with that, you both simultaneously shut your doors with a slam that causes the walls to shudder a bit.

oh, he kept his promise alright. from stare-downs in the hallway, to bringing weird live animals in the elevator at the same time you're in there, to snarky remarks at the entrance that almost always lead to fights, park sunghoon has definitely made your life hell. to make matters worse, his screaming got even louder. you're sure that's a violation of some rule, right? wrong, the management for the building doesn't care all too much, as long as he's not doing anything illegal and nobody else has complained. you get what you paid for is the right saying here.

you were not having it. as a streamer and college student, weekends are your days with the freest time, and he took that from you. you found out that he was not just a college student but a youtuber, one that filmed dangerous mukbangs with live animals that he would then cook and eat, and because of that, he had also chosen to film on weekends. that was exactly why you had always encountered his screaming on days you were streaming, and now, tired of how petty he was, you decided to just cram your weekdays with school and streaming.

at first, it was fine, but as your days became packed with more studying on the weekends at the library to avoid sunghoon, you grew tired: tired of the crammed weekdays and for god's sake, tired of living your life running away. taking out a bottle of peach soju that your upperclassman dancer friend had snuck for you, you pop it open and make your way to the balcony that you barely used.

as you take a swig of the alcoholic beverage, you prop yourself onto the railing and gaze at the buildings before you, their lights blinding you from the stars of the night sky. maybe it's the alcohol, maybe it's your low energy state, but something compels you to scream. "i'm so tired!!" you yell out to the skyline. letting out a sigh, you plop down into the spare plastic chair and go for another drink.

"drinking your worries away? that's not going to solve anything," a male voice speaks up. your eyes catch sight of sunghoon, who has slid open his own balcony door. he's dressed in a casual beige hoodie and sweats as if he had spent the day just relaxing.

"as if you care," you mumble with your lips pressed against the green glass. "you're literally at the root of all my problems."

he scoffs at your statement. "this again? look, i'm getting tired of you placing all this blame on me when i'm—"

"are you so sure about that?" you calmly and sternly interrupt. the alcohol really has unlocked your usually inhibited thoughts. "why did i move my streaming days onto the weekdays when i normally spend them studying? because your screaming on the weekends always got picked up by my mic. why do i get 4 hours of sleep every day and study all night at the library on weekends?" it's like when sunghoon had taken a stick to prod at you, the floodgates burst open. you weren't stopping until you gave him a piece of your mind. "because i have to cram my streaming schedule and studying schedule to accommodate to your filming one. maybe i am blaming you, but i've tried my best to do my job all while studying and having to deal with an asshole like yourself who's so inconsiderate that he can't even do one thing for his neighbor who's practically dying to adjust their lifestyle because of someone else's."

your neighbor goes silent after that, choosing to just sigh and go back inside his apartment. you relish in the silence that comes after he shuts the door and down the rest of your bottle before heading back inside yourself. strangely after that incident, you heard less and less of sunghoon on the weekend and thus were able to return to your normal schedule. even while passing by him, he kept his mouth shut and would just nod a cordial hello. you guess what you said that night really got through to him.

and he proves that because after about three weekends, you hear a knock on your door. upon opening it, you're surprised to see sunghoon behind it, his hands behind his back as he shifts side to side. "oh, hello sunghoon," you greet him awkwardly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"hey y/n," he returns. the youtuber stops fidgeting for a moment and bows after gathering up some courage. "listen, i just want to say i'm sorry." he looks up at your face, searching for some sign of hatred and he thankfully finds none, so he continues. "i didn't realize how much of an asshole i was until you said that. i was just thinking about myself and not about you or anybody else. i hope i was able to prove it to you these past three weeks, and i promise i won't go back to my old habits."

your silence is not so reassuring, so sunghoon nervously lifts his head to peek at your face to find an astonished expression. you stammer a little bit and hold the doorframe to keep yourself in place. "u-uh... gosh, i don't know what to say, sunghoon," you stutter. then, you notice another neighbor exiting the elevator, looking at the two of you strangely since sunghoon is still lowering his head. "oh! you can stand up straight now! please."

he does as you say, smiling sheepishly, and you notice how much better he looks smiling than the usual smirks he had sent you before. "apology accepted, sunghoon."

"r-really?"

you nod. "i mean, you really have proven yourself lately, so i don't see why i shouldn't."

"great!" his smile grows wider, making you blush and look anywhere but his face. "then i have a surprise for you to start over." you shoot him a confused look that he disregards out of boyish excitement. "close up, come over to my place for a few."

"o-okay, give me a moment, i'll be right over," you say as he rushes back to his apartment. you hurriedly grab your keys and look in the mirror next to your door to smooth out your hair before you're scolding yourself for caring about looks when he literally just saw you. closing the door, you lock up, head over to room 505, and knock.

"it's open," his voice calls from inside, and with that, you push the door open to find the living space of your own apartment, except totally flipped. to your left is a small living room, complete with a two-seater couch, a tv stand, and a tv. whereas to your right, there was a dining room fit for two, the kitchen right behind it before a hallway leads to the single bedroom and bathroom. you're too busy taking in this opposite room that you don't notice the fish tank on the round table full of live fish. "come over here," he says with an enthusiastic grin.

"yah, park sunghoon. what in the world is this?" you say flabbergasted.

"i'm showing you what i do for a living and cooking you a fresh meal," is all he has to say as you grimace and reluctantly move towards him. "this is my second time cooking it, so it should go a lot better."

"and what exactly is... it?"

"mudfish, way less than what i usually have for mukbangs though." you know, you had completely forgotten what the guy did on youtube since his handsome face distracted you for a handful of moments, but now reality had set in for you: he was going to do this live in front of you.

if you're uncomfortable with cooking live fresh food, please skip to the next italicized line!

"i swear to god, park sunghoon, if you do anything stupid, consider this restart invalid. you'll be hearing from my lawyer," you unsuccessfully warn him as you watch him put on some gloves and grab a cup of salt.

"relax, you're with me. i'm practically a pro," he tries reassuring you, but then he sprinkles the salt inside the tank. the fish start splashing around violently, causing you to let out a small yelp as some splashes of water get on you. "yaaah, this is way better than last time!"

"is this what you do every weekend?!" you shout at a low volume and cover your eyes with your hands.

"you can look now, it's fine," sunghoon says, pointing at the fish. you peek through the gaps between your fingers to see that the fish have stopped moving. sunghoon smirks as you take your hands away from your face. "see? i'm a pro."

coating and deep frying starts here!

he starts to coat them one by one in egg and flour and lays them down on a baking pan lined with paper. you watch as he handles each one delicately with concentration. "do you want me to start the oil?" you offer.

"oh! that would be great, thanks! the wok is already on the stove, just turn it on," he explains. you find the wok exactly where he had told you and turn on the gas stove accordingly, as if you've been here hundreds of times before, but in reality, you just have the same appliances. by the time the oil has been heated to the right temperature, sunghoon has already finished coating the fish. the two of you work together to place each one in the oil, listening to them sizzle and pop.

"we make a good team," sunghoon comments once every fish has started frying. you take care of the tongs and move them around when appropriate. "you should come by and guest star in one of my videos."

"if it's anything like today's, no thank you," you politely reject.

"what if... i invite you to eat after i cook?" he shoots his shot again. rolling your eyes playfully, you see that the fish are all thoroughly fried and turn off the fire. with his own tongs, sunghoon puts the fish on the plate as you go off to prepare two bowls of rice. the small dining room table gets cleaned up, so the two of you can start your meal. "okay, your answer?"

"depends on how good this mudfish is," you reply, holding up a fried fish with your chopsticks. he follows suit, and you two cheer your meals together.

"i'll eat well," the both of you say in harmony. finally, you take a bite of the crispy fish and hum in satisfaction, your eyes widening.

"mm! it's really good!" you compliment as he takes joy in your pleased expression.

"i'll take that as a yes to my question then?"

"hoon, i'll come over whenever you want me to," you exaggerate.

"deal," he accepts quickly so that you can't take it back. and that's how your first meal went with park sunghoon. soon enough, one meal turned into two, to five, to ten, until you're basically spending a lot of time with the youtuber. pretty much every weekend, you and sunghoon set it up so that you would cook and eat together in the afternoon so that you would have the rest of the evening to stream.

at some point, you find out that his major is biology, which is similar to your own in biochemistry, so your time with sunghoon extends to studying together and eventually gaming. one of you is always at the other's place and vice versa like you couldn't be without each other for a single moment.

you're eating takoyaki with said boy in your apartment this time, staring at his well-proportioned facial features as you chew slowly and think. he catches your unwavering gaze and chuckles. "is there something on my face, y/n?"

"i'm just thinking," you vaguely reply.

"about the thing on my face?" you shake your head at this. "then what is it? i know i'm really handsome and all, but you literally see me all the time."

"that's exactly my point!" you cry out as if you hit eureka, shocking him in the process. "we're together all the time. we were literally enemies at first, and now it's like we're dating! what is this, some kind of shitty fanfiction?" yes

"well, do you want us to date?" luckily, you had just swallowed the last bit of your takoyaki ball because that could've made you choke. instead, you suddenly start coughing, and he pushes your water towards you.

the coldness of the water does nothing to help your rising temperature as you take big gulps of it. "wh-what kind of question is that?" you ask, patting your mouth dry with a nearby tissue.

"a serious one," he answers nonchalantly. "because i like you." stream dreamcatcher BEcause

"huh? since when?" you're practically in disbelief. no way sunghoon liked you back. you had just discovered your own feelings not too long ago when you had tucked him in after an intense study session and he whispered your name. ever since then, you got butterflies in your stomach around him, and not because he made it a mukbang. (but you wouldn't put it past him?)

the male rubs the back of his neck. "it's been a while. i just know that i like you."

"st-stop saying that!" you wave your hands in front of your face frantically to hide the redness you know that has spread all over.

"oh? or what, room 506?" he gets up from his seat across from you to prop his elbows on the table, getting a closer look at your cute, embarrassed appearance as he rests his head on his hands. "make me," he prods some more.

reminiscent of the first time you cooked together, you peeked through your fingers to witness his adorable grin waiting for you. as if wanting you to seal the deal, he closes his eyes and smiles with just his lips. you shyly reach out to grab his cheeks, taking a moment to brush the fringe out of his eyes so you can adore the moles that dotted his face, and slowly bring your own lips towards his to press them together in a kiss.

it's short but sweet, and soon you're pulling away and finding your fingers more interesting. sunghoon's eyes flutter open and fondly gazed at you. "be mine?" he speaks up.

"if you stop making my heart scream, then yeah," you mumble, stealing a glance at his smug smile. he laughs, stands up, and walks over to your side of the table. turning your chair around as if you weighed nothing, he places his hands on the table behind you, engaging you in between his long limbs.

"sweetheart, that's the whole point," he says, leaning down to chase your lips and kiss you until your heart can't take it anymore. you're both screaming on the inside as your hearts keep pounding in your chests, but at least this time it's from your pure feelings towards each other.

a/n: omg this is the last of captured on camera EEE thank you all so so much for being here with me on this journey of my first one-shot series <3 this really shows my growth as a writer, and i'm so glad i could share it with y'all! i hope you all look forward to my next one-shot series~

taglist: @cha-raena @imjustme-things @misoiishi @rikitaiyaki @fiantomartell

[shadowofahope]

Treasure || 01

Warnings: smut implied, swearing, mentions of mating and bonding, taking pills

Pairing: Jungkook!BTSHybrid x reader!Hybrid

Premise: He wants to be your treasure.

Author’s notes: This kind of came out of no where, but this is my first time with a hybrid au. I want to get batter at it, so I may come back and redo this later haha, Heavily unedited, I'm tired.

Should I do a part two????

masterlist || part 2

“That’s a wrap!” The director yells from behind the camera.

Finally being able to break out of your stiff posture, shoulders dropping, arms stretching above your head. A groan escapes your body as you feel your muscles relax. Turning to the members of BTS, they are all buzzing with excitement, bringing an end to their busy schedule for today.

The group and yourself say thank you’s and goodbyes to the staff as you are ushered back towards the hair and makeup rooms, chatting amongst yourselves as you make your way.

Making sure to avoid Jungkook's gaze, you opt for walking out a step or three in front of the group. Jungkook trailing closely behind you, but still maintaining a cautious distance.

Jin walking next to you asks if you’re still on for lunch next week. You say yes. He asks if you can come to the company to meet him then you can leave for lunch together. He has work scheduled in the morning but is free after. You agree as you’re off that day already.

You all enter into the change rooms. Changing back into regular clothes. Finishing in the bathroom you head out and over to your duffel bag from the day's schedule.

Casually scanning your phone and talking to Namjoon, with Jungkook standing awkwardly nearby but not engaging in the conversation. You’re waiting for your manager to tell you your car is ready.

The others finally emerge from the other restrooms and changing rooms.

Yoongi mentions Jimin's change in smell. Signalling Jimin's impending heat. Jimin grabs the bottle of suppressants from the counter, not thinking much of it. Announcing that he’s taking one, you not paying much attention. The rattle of the pills pulls your focus, realizing that they are your suppressants. Panicked, you run over to him.

“Jimin NO!” You slap the pills out of his hand before they can reach his mouth.

FOr only a moment, all you can hear is the scattering and breaking of pills on the floor. Confusion hanging heavy in the air.

“What was that?” Jimin asks, eyes large from shock.

“You can't take these. You’ll have to find someone else to lend you some.” You choke out. This isn’t how you wanted to bring up this topic. Hell this alone would lead you to finally tell them everything. Everything…. That’s something you weren’t ready for anyone to know yet.

“But-“ Jimin tries.

“Y/n, the car is ready” Your manager calls from the door way.

“I’m really sorry Jimin. I promise I’ll explain later.” You offer an apology with a smile. He smiles back assuringly, but his scent tells you something different. Fear, for a tiny second he was afraid of you and your outburst. He tries to hide it, but you catch it. Not only his. Fear seeped off of everyone in the room...everyone except one.

Only one person has never shown any signs of fear while being around you. Just knowing that, made heat pool in your lower stomach.

“Oh-ok…Jin!” Jimin redirects. “Do you have any on yours?”

“Yea, let me grab them” Jin chimes up brightly. Releasing comforting pheremones into the room. Clearly trying to relax predator and prey alike. ANd it does work. It always works.

Jungkooks eyes are the only ones that linger on you. Worry evident as he chews on his bottom lip, doe eyes following you around the room as you grab your stuff and follow your manager out.

💜♾💜♾💜

Making your way into Hybe, waving at fellow idols. You text Jin that you’ve arrived, he responds that his work is taking longer than expected and asks if you can wait a little while. You say yes and tell him you’re headed to the cafe.

The discomfort on your body grows, body feeling heavier with every step. You took double suppressants this morning, as you could feel your pheromones going into overdrive. Your 5 senses focusing on everything, like they were searching for something..or someone. You guessed it was about time for your heat. You had messaged the guys in the group chat about going into preheat the night prior. They all insisted it would be fine as long as you took your pills, reluctantly you agreed.

Turning down the hallway before the cafe, the heat in your stomach grew into an inferno. You don’t get a chance to think about what’s going on when you run right into Jungkook. He catches you in his arms. Your scent sends a flash through his eyes. His own scent explodes from his body. Your cold skin feeling unbearably warm, under his large hands. Lungs filling with his intoxicating smell, almost losing all control right there and then. You shove away from him with enough force to make him falter to his knees. You can’t stop your body trembling as you look down at him. Staff members begin running over to him, while you make a mad dash away from him.

Forcing yourself to focus on Jin's comforting scent you run in his direction. He’s coming down another hallway, away from the cafe. He was looking for you there, but couldn’t find you.

“Jin!” You yell, throwing yourself in his arms.

“Y/n?” He manages to catch you just in time. His scent filling your lungs, making your mind refocus.

“Jin I need help, my heat-” Choking on each word as you force yourself to blink back tears in your eyes.

“Oh my god.” He holds you close as he’s hit with your scent. FIghting back his own rising instincts to your body calling every unmated man to you. T claim you, mate you.

“But how did you go into heat? You just started preheat last night? It’s not possible.” Jin gasps. Arms still latched around your waist.

“Yea I know, thanks. I need you to get me out of here.” You whisper to him as you hear footsteps approaching. You can smell the two males before they were even close.

“Wait y/n’s in heat too?” Namjoon questions from behind you. You try to peel yourself off of Jin to look at them. “Oh god, your smell-“

“What do you mean? Someone else is in heat?” Jin pulls away from you to look at the others.

“Jk burst into a full blown rut. They’re taking him to a rut room. Or at least trying to. He’s really fighting it. I’ve never seen him this aggressive before.” Jimin explains, eyes shaking as he stares at you. His instincts are screaming at him to go to you. But he, along with Jin, are doing their absolute damnedest to control themselves.

A scream is heard throughout the building, instantly you all know who it’s coming from. Pain shoots thorough you, stomach returning to its previous inferno. Clutching at your stomach you almost topple over, but regain your balance. Jin stares at you concerningly, but the realization hits him all too quickly.

“…oh my god y/n!!! Your preheat triggered JKs rut and his rut started your heat.” He states, alittle too loudly for the now pounding in your head.

“Fuck, I know! Trust me I know. That’s why you have to get me out of here!”

“You’re seriously still fighting this?! That poor boy has been pining over you for months and this is legitimate proof that you guys are meant to be and you’re still trying to get out of it? Why? Why is this so hard for you to accept?” He protests angrily.

“I cant. I cant be with him. I cant let him mate with me.” You sigh, once the pain lets up.

“What would be so wrong with that?” Jin demands, arms crossing infront of his chest. You can feel the annoyance surging through his scent.

“He’s only a bunny, Jin” You say slowly, staring at the ground.

“You’re really using that predator and prey bullshit?” Hands going lax at his sides, his blatant emotions in the air shifting to disappointment.

“No!” You look at him frantically, only to be met with a fresh wave of pain, Jimin catches you in his arms. You try to regain your thoughts and continue to explain. “Not only is he a bunny, he’s an idol. An extremely famous, well sought out, millions of people want to be with him, idol.”

“Don’t use his fame as an excuse.” Jin spits out between clenched teeth. He’s seething now. He can’t believe you would stoop so low to use his breed and status as excuses to force him away from you.

“It’s not-I don’t know how to explain this well.“ Leaning against Jimin for support. You breathe deeply before standing your ground and looking at your closest friend straight in his eyes. Unwavering. “I’m a dragon. What do Dragons do?”

Searching his eyes for understanding, but all you’re met with is confusion.

“We covet. Our greed is unmatched. Illogical. We are possessive, and greedy. If I mate with him, I’m more likely to lock him in a room for the rest of his life, never letting anyone see or hear him again. Or even worse, I could kill him. I don’t have control of the obsession. It’s not that I don’t want him, it’s that I’d want him too much.”

Now able to look at all three males, its time, even just a little to let them truly in.

“Why do you think there are so few dragon hybrids left? We’ve driven ourselves to madness. We’re uncontrollable. Why do you think my suppressants are so lethal to other hybrids?” You make a pointed look at Jimin, recalling the incident a week prior.

Jungkooks scream breaks through your vulnerable moment, crashing pain into your body and mind. Your legs give out, but no one is fast enough to catch you. You're sitting on the floor, trying to maintain deep breaths as opposed to the panicked shallow ones your body wants to give into. You can see the men infront of you visibly struggle. The pain is starting to turn into a lust, you won’t be able to hold off for long. Looking up into the faces of the males, your misty eyes, lips open, red flush creeping up against the blue tinted flesh of your body and the smell of your now leaking arousal is breaking them, all stagger back to be able to breathe again.

“I’m mated and her scent is starting to affect me.” Namjoon states, hand covering his mouth, trying not to breathe you in. “We have to do something. Quickly.”

“Is there any way you can help him? Without mating him?” Jimin asks desperately.

“Can you hold yourself back enough?” Namjoon questions.

“I-I don’t know. I don’t think that’s possible” Forcing your mind to think about the situation at hand and not the 2 unmated males in front of you. Their scents slowly creeping into your already hazy mind. Your eyes racking over their bodies, half lidded cobalt eyes now taking over your normal colour.

“Muzzle…what about your muzzle?” Jin stammers out, ripping his gaze from you.

“Huh?” Namjoon and Jimin shout in unison.

“I can't guarantee I won’t try to take it off. I’ll be too far gone in a frenzy to care about the pain.” The muzzle was made for your heats. You became dangerous during your cycle, and the only thing that kept you away from tearing out the throats of your guardians during that time was your muzzle. Made with a metal that you yourself could not open, searing your flesh on contact. Impossible for you to take off without help. Well when you weren’t driven into a mate induced heat. There’s only one place that could possibly hold you, and as much as you didn’t want to go back there. It was the safest option.

“We can't risk it.”

💜♾💜♾💜

“Honestly if you were to tie him up in your apartment to keep him for yourself he’d be thrilled.” Jin states as he continues to look around the tiny one room you’ll be staying in.

“This isn’t funny.” You snap at him.

The pain and heat between your legs had lessened enough for them to get you here, with help from your guardians of course. The farther distance you had from Jungkook the better. His scent no longer intoxicates you, but still lingering on your skin from where he touched you.

“No it’s not. That boy is so absolutely smitten with you, if he knew you wanted him this badly he’d be the happiest man on the planet.” Jin gestures to your cold prison. Cement walls, floor and ceiling. Steal bars over the only window you had. A metal cot, with what looked like a metal prison toilet was all that was in the room.

“He’s not a child y/n. He understands the gravity of what you are. And he still wants to be with you.” Namjoons soothing voice coming from the doorway.

“He isn’t thinking about it for the group though. I’d need to be with him 24/7, or else I’d lose it. I would probably kill someone if I wasn’t with him. On tours, interviews, shoots, filming, even just on days off, I'd never be able to be apart from him.” You exclaim, exasperated facing the window, away from them. Why weren’t they understanding the gravity of you mating with Jungkook?

“He has, y/n. He brought it up to all of us before. He’s already asked us about it.” Jimin offers hopefully.

“What?” Turning to face them, unable to hide the shock from your face or in your scent.

“He wants you to be with him all the time. He’s needy, whether that be the bunny in him or if that’s just jungkook, who knows. But he wants all that. With you.” Jimin opens up more about their Bunny maknae.

Thoughts reel through your head, you force them out with a shake. This is safer. This will keep him safe. This will allow him to continue to live his life freely. Unbound to an obsessive, dangerous hybrid.

Muffle voices come from the hall outside, your guardians announcing that they had to lock you in now.

“Are you sure about this?” Jimin tries one last time, beggin you to return to Hybe. Be with his friend. Stop you both from feeling this pain. But your resolution is set. You’ve made up your mind.

“No. I’m terrified.”

Between Jungkook's freedom and your life. You’d pick him every time.

You give them a reassuring nod before they step out of the room, the steel doors closing behind them. The locking mechanism ominously echoes against the concrete of the walls. Locked in. There’s a window, allowing you to look out, but it’s lined with steel bars as well as you’re 18 stories up. Hopefully it can hold you long enough for his rut to pass. This isn’t the first time you’d been locked in here and it probably won't be your last.

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“It’s been over a week and Jungkook is still locked up in that rut room.” Jin shouts angrily at you. “What the hell is going on? What aren’t you telling us?”

Silence.

“I understand you wanting to be quiet about your heats and the possibility of being Jungkook mate, and even the potential dangers. But THIS.” His patience is running thin. He couldn’t bear to see his maknae in so much pain, and for so long. “this is too much. What is happening to him?!”

“I’m not…sure.” Finally finding your voice. “This isn't a normal heat for me. This is something so much more intense, the waves. The pain.”

“If his rut is connected to my heat, we might have a really big problem.” Perched on the side of your cot, you stare at the ground. Running through your options of having to explain your complicated heats. A topic you had a hard time understanding yourself.

“-what.”

“I don’t have regular heats. They don’t show up every few months, as spouts of ‘needing to breed’, waking up from horny induced relapse.”

Finally making eye contact with Jin.

“I’ve taken suppressants every day of my life Jin. Every. Day.” Eyes pleading with him, pleading for something you don’t even understand. “It’s like being in preheat for your whole life. The suppressants take the edge and pain away.”

“But before-?”

“What you felt. Hell, what everyone has felt is my preheat while I’m on suppressants. They can't stop my heat, they just dull it.”

“Wait. How is that possible? We’ve known you for almost a year and we’ve never had an issue before?” Jin is completely bewildered. Nothing was adding up anymore. He thought he was confused before but now? Oh hell, he was really losing it.

“I haven’t gone into heat since knowing you.” Your voice drops to a whisper. Alot was still unknown about your kind, with so few of you left it was almost impossible to be observed. Especially with many of you dying so young.

Jin's face pales. “When was the last time you went into heat?”

“Three years ago.” Voice barely coming out in anything more than an exhale.

“THREE YEARS?!”

You flinch.

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“Noona, this has been going on too long. It’s been two weeks. They won’t let him out until he shows some sign of breaking through his rut.” Jimin chews on his bottom lip, the only smell lacing his scent is concern.

You can’t help but shudder at the thought of Jungkook alone in a rut room. Begging for release. For you. You can only imagine his crisp scent bursting tenfold, mixing with unbearable lust and need. You feel a heat pool between your legs. The room filling with your own lust scented pheromones.

“You’re not doing that much better..” Jimin mumbles, breaking your train of luid thoughts. Shifting uncomfortably against the wetness soaking your underwear.

“I’m doing the best I can.” You sigh.

Namjoon and Jimin exchange looks. Exasperation leaves your body, a deep throating whine leaving your already falting focus.

“Look- I’m doing everything I possibly can to stop myself from tearing this city apart to get to him. He’s haunting me. Every day, every hour, every minute and every second.” Your body begins to tremble at how easy it would be for you to break this country, if it tried to stand in your way.

“He’s across town?” Namjoon questions.

“but I can still hear him…smell him…taste him in the air.” “If you don’t lock me in a box and bury me 50ft under, I’m about ready to make a run for it.”

You all hear a loud banging from outside the room. The locks screech as they are being unlocked. You all stand there completely dumbfounded. But in your shock you're too slow to realize the scent seeping from the hallway.

“THAT’S IT.” Jin screams, as he bolts into the room, throwing one of Jungkook's sweaters at your head.

You don’t move. You let it collide with your face. Instantly the smell hits you, body clenching around nothing. Slowly you peel it away, grasped in a death grip. Eyes glowing cobalt, blue shining from the back of your throat from your chest, ice breathing creeping from your mouth. This smell. Jungkook’s smell. His rut lingers on the fabric, engulfing your entire being.

Before you can regain your humanity, you lurch backward, sweater in hand, as you pull off the metal bars from the window, throwing the broek steel and cement to the ground. You throw your body through the glass window, landing on your feet 18 stories bellow. Pain shoots up from your feet into your calves and knees, but it doesn’t stop you. You take off running in the direction of his scent. Passing people on the sidewalk, crossing busy streets not bothering to check the lights, jumping over cars stopped in your way.

Lungs screaming for breath as your make your way into the Hybe sanctioned building. You’ve slowed to a walk. The predator in you coming out, your instincts setting you into a prowl. The guards of Junkgooks door don’t try to stop you as you walk up to it, slowly inhaling the dangerously strong scent fighting it’s way out from behind the locked door. You turn the lock, slowly opening the door, not stopping your steps as you’re falling immersed in it. Someone from outside closes the door behind you. Slumping back against it, your senses are fully taken from you, you close your eyes allowing yourself to drift. The air is thick, only made worse when you hear the bathroom door clock open, the air now almost choking you.

“Noona..?” Jungkook’s feeble voice breaks through your thoughts. Still leaning back on the door, you slowly peel your eyes open. He’s wearing nothing but a loose pair of nike gym shorts. Your mind begins to drift back, eyes following the curves of his sculpted chest, broad shoulders and slim waist. Mouth running dry as all the moisture in your body migrates to your underwear once again. You can almost feel it running down your legs.

“Kook” You plead, for something you’re not sure about. Reality hitting right then and there. “No, I need to go. I need to leave”

You make a weak attempt at turning around to leave the room.

“No Noona!” Jk shout, tears falling out of his beautiful large brown eyes. Angrily staring down at your feet. “Why won’t you let it be me? Why can't it be me? What’s so wrong about me?”

Panic risen. Your urge to soothe and comfort him is almost overwhelming. Almost.

“I want you kook.” You finally admit out loud. His ears perk up, his glassy eyes finally looking at you again. “But I can't have you.”

Tears continue to silently fall down his face. He questions you silently.

A wave of his rut hits him again, he staggers back catching himself against the foot of the bed.

You scream in pain as your insides feel like they are being twisted around a branding spike. Your cool skin is set ablaze. Thankfully the door keeps you up right.

You see the look of realization hit him, but you barely have the energy now to dismiss him. He takes a step toward you on shaky legs. He watches your pupils dilate.

Another step, your eyes bleeding to cobalt. Legs shaking uncontrollably.

Another step, the blue glow from your chest and throat begin to shine anew.

“Don’t.” You plead.

“Noona let me be the one.” Another step. You have become the prey.

“Let yourself have me.” Another step, the chilled mist falls from your mouth. Now you really do feel it sliding down the inside of your thigh.

Now he’s standing right in front of you, less than an arm's reach away.

“Let me be your treasure“

masterlist || part 2

For real though, do let me know any and every critic you have! What you think I should change or what you liked about it! And please let me know if you want a part 2.

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Hold On

Summary: This is based on the song "Hold On" from Chord Overstreet. After weeks and months of arguments, hurtful words and pain Spencer's daughter is convinced that this is the only option for both's happiness.

Warnings: attempted suicide (not specified how), hospitals, angst, sad, hurtful words, mean Spencer in the beginning

Wordcount: 2k

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Loving and fighting, accusing, denying I can't imagine a world with you gone

The last few weeks weren’t easy in the Reid household. There is not one day, where no loud screamed arguments are thrown through the entirety of the apartment.

“(Y/N), you have to see things from my point of view, too! My job is demanding and I can’t be there for every little competition you have”, Spencer tries to reason with his daughter.

“I have to see things from YOUR point?! Little competition?! DAD! This was the math olympics and, mind you and your busy schedule, it was not the ‘petty’ school round. I went against people from the WHOLE country! Just- I- Sometimes it would be nice to feel like I have a father caring for me for at least an hour. But I see, your job is more important than your child.”

Her father looks at her, speechless. He didn’t know how far she came in that competition. (Y/N) hasn’t said a thing, didn’t make a noise about it. How is he supposed to know all that then?

“Just because I’m a profiler doesn’t mean I’m able to read your mind. Just try and cut me some slack here, I- I need you to understand how important the things I do are. Can you try to be a little less ignorant, please?”

It feels like Spencer has punched her in the guts. For years (Y/N) backed down, knowing that her father’s work is in fact important. He is saving life for crying out loud, but is it really that selfish to ask for his attention every once in a while? Ever since she is basically able to be on her own it seems like he stopped caring for her.

“Ignorant? Oh Dad, you really are an amazing profiler”, the teenager says, her voice dripping with sarcasm, “You know what? Try and profile that!” She begins to walk out of the living room, showing him the bird. Seconds later her door smashes into the lock.

The joy and the chaos, the demons we're made of I'd be so lost if you left me alone

Is he really that bad of a father?

When (Y/N) was born, he swore to himself to be the opposite of his own. Spencer wanted to be there for his daughter any time she wanted him to. School dances, spelling competition, kindergarten graduation, the whole nine yards.

But when was the last time they did something as a family. From cooking and eating dinner together nearly every night they went to occasionally seeing the other at the breakfast table before heading out.

Spencer understands her now. He is not better than his father at the moment. He just missed a big event in his daughter’s life and blames it on her. He called her ignorant, even though he is the one that didn’t pay attention. The oh so amazing profiler forgot to show his child that he loves her. That she is more important to him than anything in his life. He needs her in order to function, her love is the only thing that motivates him to do anything.

He knows he has to talk to (Y/N) about it, he was wrong and mean. Spencer just wants to give her time to cool off.

Meanwhile the teenager sits on her bed, staring at the wall. He did it again. He said these hurtful words. Tears stream down her face, but she is numb to them.

Everytime he calls her something, (Y/N) memorizes it. She doesn’t have an eidetic one, but when it’s about mean things, everybody has an elephant’s memory.

Ignorant.

Selfish.

Egoistic.

Childish. And many more.

And her father is right. She is all of the above and so much more.

Maybe he is better off without her. Better off without having to act like he cares for her.

She is a burden, she knows that. Her mother knew that from the beginning, why else would she have left them? Left her? Nobody’s life wouldn’t be better, if she isn’t in it anymore.

(Y/N) thought long and hard about this. Tonight just confirms her thoughts and boostes her decision.

Quietly she makes her way over to the bathroom, locking the door without making a noise. Hidden under towels is her little box. The contents she complained about using for so long.

You locked yourself in the bathroom Lying on the floor when I break through I pull you in to feel your heartbeat Can you hear me screaming? Please don't leave me

Twenty minutes have passed since (Y/N) smashed her door. Spencer hopes it is enough time for a teenager to cool off. He knocks on her door, waiting for an answer.

Nothing.

He tries again.

Nothing.

“Sweetheart? May I come in?”

The silence is louder than any gunshot he heard.

“Sweetheart, I want to apologize. May I open the door?”

Still nothing.

Spencer enters the room, finding it vacant. Oh of course, the moment he wants to talk with her she is in the bathroom. The Reids always had a thing for timing.

He knocks at the bathroom door. “Sweetheart, are you in there? Of course you are. Dumb question. I- I want to apologize. What I said wasn’t right and it was hurtful. Can- can you come out? There are a few things I have to make right.”

To his bewilderment there is no answer. No noises. A whole lot of nothing. This scares Spencer. “(Y/N), please say something. I care. I do. I love you, please answer me”, he desperately says.

Still no answer.

Spencer feels like he doesn’t have a different choice. He takes a step back and a deep breath, remembering what Derek taught him. With a loud crash he kicks the door open.

There she lies. His child. His daughte. The one human he promised to protect no matter what.

Her body lifeless, a small box next to her. Spencer identifies the contents immediately. His heart drops faster than he thought it to be possible.

In an instant he kneels next to (Y/N), pulling her in. His hands are shaking as he tries to take her pulse. “No no no no. NO! (Y/N), baby please open your eyes. Don’t leave me, no! You can’t do that, I love you, I love you so much. Don’t leave me, I need you!”

Hold on, I still want you Come back, I still need you Let me take your hand, I'll make it right I swear to love you all my life Hold on, I still need you

(Y/N) is in and out of consciousness. The dark seconds are terrifying to her. She regrets her choice.

In the seconds she is conscient, she hears a warm voice. The teenager feels safe now that it is there. At first the voice is quiet and blurry, but she is still able to catch a few words.

“Don’t” “Me” “Love you” “Much” “Need”

As her body finally slips away, she feels at ease. These words, it feels like lotion on her wounds. Because she also loves the voice and its person. She needs them like they need her.

Long endless highway, you're silent beside me Driving a nightmare I can't escape from Helplessly praying, the light isn't fading Hiding the shock and the chill in my bones

Spencer acts quickly. He knows his daughter doesn’t have much time left. He picks her up, trying to grab as many important things on his way out as possible. The genius runs to his car, hoping and praying to all the gods above that it will work after months of not using the vehicle. The motor does turn on to his relief.

The drive to the hospital feels longer than any roadtrip Spencer ever went on. The seconds tickle down and just like that (Y/N)’s chances. Chances of a happy ever after with him in her life, hopefully.

Not once does she move, her body looking more like a doll than a human being. Spencer just prays that it won’t be like this for long. He needs her, the light of his life. She can’t fade, she is not allowed to. It will break him. Darken his own light.

He has to be strong now. The glass is half full, the hospital only a few minutes away. (Y/N) will make it. Spencer doesn’t have any other option than that.

They took you away on a table I pace back and forth as you lay still They pull you in to feel your heartbeat Can you hear me screaming? Please don't leave me

“I need a doctor! A nurse! Somebody! My daughter, she-” Spencer screams, entering the ER with her lifeless body in his arms. He can’t end the sentence. But it’s also not necessary. A whole team of people crowd around the young man, one of them pulling a stretcher behind him.

Reluctantly Spencer lowers (Y/N) on it, knowing that he can’t do anything more. His child’s fate lies in the hands of the medical staff now. He has to trust them with her. With his lifeline.

One doctor takes her arm, trying to take a pulse. He shouts something, but Spencer’s ears are deaf to his words. Everything goes silent as they pull her away. Away from him.

He falls to his knees as reality hits him. He may not be a father any longer. And it’s his fault and his fault only.

“Please don’t leave me”, Spencer whispers.

Hold on, I still want you Come back, I still need you Let me take your hand, I'll make it right I swear to love you all my life Hold on, I still need you

Lights flash her. They hurt her eyes. But there is a greater pain (Y/N) can’t locate where it’s coming from. Where is her father? She needs him. She has to apologize. There are so many things she wants to say to him. To reassure him that she knows her decision was wrong.

As people continue to scramble around her, the pain intensifies. It becomes nearly unbearable and stops suddenly. The last thing she hears after a shrill high pitched tone is the voice of her father.

“I love you.”

I don't wanna let go I know I'm not that strong I just wanna hear you Saying, "Baby, let's go home" Let's go home Yeah, I just wanna take you home

“Family of (Y/N) Reid?” A doctor asks into the waiting room, looking exhausted. Spencer looks up from the floor. He memorized every little bump while pacing back and forth. He hasn’t called anybody. He doesn’t want to alarm then, not now. The young doctor needs time to understand what’s happening.

“Is she breathing?” is his first question. The doctor's face takes a pitiful look. “We stabilized her. But (Y/N) is still not through. We can’t say if she makes it through the night. If she does, we are sure she will be on a good way to a full recovery. Tonight will be critical for that. But (Y/N) showed us she is a fighter, maybe the chances aren’t that bad.”

Spencer is led through several halls to her room. He sits down in an uncomfortable hospital chair next to his daughter’s bed. Her hand is cold against his warm one. His are still shaking as he brushes a strand of her hair out of her face.

The only thing that Spencer wants right now is for (Y/N) to open her eyes and ask him to go home. He wants to take her there so desperately. But he can’t. Because he is the ignorant one.

“Hold on, I still want you Come back, I still need you, Sweetheart”, Spencer says, pressing a kiss onto her knuckles.

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our home; wonki.

— "It's...you know, it's nice to feel like this, to have someone to call home."

—I finally caught up more or less with enha events and sobbed when I found out my boy finally reunited with his family. I don't know how accurate this is, so take it with a grain of salt, and enjoy the family + wonki feels <3

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On the day that ENHYPEN's world tour is confirmed, Riki's heart does a double skip-beat as soon as he hears the words flow out of the staff member's words. All the others immediately let out assorted noises of surprise and shock and excitement, except Riki—he sits up ramrod straight, every muscle in his body tense.

"You're serious?" he questions, not really understanding what he's saying right now. As dumb as it sounds, when he hears world tour, the very first thing he thinks of is home.

The staff member, a woman they often work with, smiles warmly. "Very much."

"And the venues?" Jungwon asks from next to him, apparently catching onto what Riki is trying to ask. Jungwon has always been like that; stupidly perceptive of everything to the point that it's impossible to keep things hidden from him for long. Part of Riki does wonder if it's because Jungwon knows him so well.

She rattles off names of places, and among them is Japan and it's like something breaks inside him. It's like his brain whites out and all he can think of is home, home, his sisters his parents his family—everything he's been missing for far, far too long.

"Ni-ki-ssi, are you listening?"

Riki doesn't hear it. He doesn't hear anything else; his eyes well up and he chokes on a sudden onslaught of tears. With an insane laugh, he throws himself at Jungwon, hardly aware that he's most likely hurting Jungwon a little with his bigger frame, not registering that they're in a meeting, for god's sake.

"Home, hyung!" he gasps, tears blurring his vision, hot and wet and real, the good kind of tears one can only associate with immense relief. "I'm going home, I'm going home!"

"Yes, you are," Jungwon isn't very good at receiving physical affection, but for Riki, he makes an exception, rubbing Riki's back comfortingly. "Yes, you are, Riki-yah."

Yes, he is. He's going home.

***

In the end, Riki has to pay attention to the meeting, sniffling and wiping away his tears.

But on getting back to the dorm, the members insist on celebrating. They order all kinds of food that they normally aren't allowed to eat, and even the manager turns a blind eye to that part. Instead, he sticks around for about fifteen minutes before he leaves them to it, not without a warning to sleep early lest they are late for their schedules.

Riki, their pickiest eater, the one who eats like a bird, eats so much he almost regrets it. But he can't really, not with the knowledge that after so long, his biggest wish has come true. He drinks enough soda that he swears them off until he at least gets to his parents' place because then he knows there's no escaping their pampering (and he does manage to keep the promise, too).

Most of all, the part Riki liked the best, was video-calling his parents and sisters, giving them the good news, and the members chime in with their own comments, promising to handle Riki with care so that he's in perfect condition by the time they arrive at Riki's hometown, Okayama—and Jungwon, in awkward, stilted Japanese, that somehow stays prim and poised, every bit the leader he is, telling them that, "Riki...has been strong for too long. It's time that he finds the comfort he needs the most."

When he looks at Riki with a soft, fond smile as he says it, Riki making a face mockingly at having to translate the words into Japanese when Jungwon insisted he wanted to say them, Riki thinks: if he can't have the kind of comfort that Jungwon means there, then Riki's biggest comfort would be their Yang Leader-nim.

His Jungwon-hyung.

***

One thing that should be noted about Riki: he's a very closed-off person, and often he's prone to letting his problems get blown way out of proportion before someone has to step in and take control. Huge things haven't thankfully happened—minus the thing a while ago where he was being targeted online which was wrapped up...somewhat soon, he supposes—since debuting, but it's a fact the members know from the things that the Nishimura family tell them.

Riki can't even do a single thing about it, but while he complains about it, and he wishes sometimes that they didn't know that, he knows deep down that it's a good thing. For as much as Riki sometimes wears his strongest feelings on his sleeve, it isn't immediately noticeable to everyone. It takes people who know Riki well to decipher how he feels.

Among those people are Park Jongseong, and especially Yang Jungwon, with his scary-as-hell leader-skills and all that. Jongseong is...he's different. He's Riki's supposed most favorite hyung (Jungwon contends for that spot, but neither of them will ever know so), and perhaps the most empathetic and sincere member of ENHYPEN. He's one of the people who made it his personal mission to take care of Riki once he finally figured out the Japanese boy properly.

It's why, when Jongseong catches him watching at Jungwon in sort of slack-jawed awe as the older practices his vocals for Shout Out, thinking of how his own part in verse two so clearly articulates how he feels about ENHYPEN—Jungwon—sometimes, of how Jungwon's voice is so beautiful and unique that it shouldn't be allowed to make Riki feel like this, he just flushes red and turns away, scanning over his form in the wall-length mirror as if preparing for the next round of choreo.

Riki is brilliant at lying, but somehow he just knows that he can't hide this one from his Jongseong-hyung. If the way he and Heeseung have patched up their rough times from during and after the survival show, and are so clearly all over each other at every single free moment, is any indication...Jongseong knows about this kind of stuff, and there's just no point at all in trying to hide it.

But that doesn't stop him from deflecting the subject every time Jongseong brings it up in the weeks leading up to the beginning of their tour, and after that, the older stops.

Riki has more important things to think about than the way his heart flutters in his ribs every time Jungwon does something, anyway. Like home.

***

"What's the best part of the tour so far, do you think?"

Sunoo's sudden question to the group at large has most of them blinking in confusion. They're not that far along into the tour yet, but they each have their moments, and even if that's the case, there are just too many incredible things to feel and think about for it to be an invalid question.

Talking about it away from cameras, curled up with each other in the room the 02-liners share (doesn't stop Jongseong from sneaking off to wherever Heeseung is, though) and just generally being freer, it feels better. They love their fans and all, but some things just aren't for their eyes and ears.

"The maknaes haven't answered yet," Jaeyun suddenly says.

Sunoo cocks a brow. "Uh, yes, I have?"

"No, I meant those two kittens over there," the Australian points to Riki and Jungwon cuddled together—or more like, Riki laying his head against Jungwon's with one of his arms wrapped around the older boy's waist and the other resting on Jungwon's arm that holds up the phone recording the entire exchange of events, for their eyes only.

"It hasn't happened yet," Riki answers, without having to think about it. Still, he thinks of the way Jungwon lets him sleep with him in his bed as the Japan date draws closer—sensing the way Riki's feelings about it shift between excitement and nervousness.

Jungwon hums in agreement. "It'll happen soon, I think."

***

Tw nights before they make the one-day trip to Okayama, Jungwon lets Riki in his bed again. Usually, it's Riki holding Jungwon, but tonight, Riki feels too spent, a little too restless—but too tired, at the same time—to do anything but let Jungwon hold him.

He's aware that friends don't exactly do this, but he doesn't care, either. It's an awkward sort of position (or, it used to be, before they got used to it through multiple nights of Riki's weird nightmares), with Riki curled up tighter than usual and legs tangled a little weirdly in Jungwon's, position shifting a couple of times before he finally finds that it's more comfortable to lie so that their faces are level. It's still a little strange.

But their own type of strange, he supposes, isn't so strange when he thinks about it.

"How're you feeling?" Jungwon asks softly, mindful of Sunoo sleeping peacefully after a tiring day in the other bed across the room. Riki's rooming with the happy couple this time, and though he teased them about it as he headed to the older maknaes' room, he actually genuinely doesn't want to bother them just because he was in the room.

"Alright," inevitably is Riki's answer. He's never honest about his feelings at first.

"Excited about seeing your family?"

"Well, duh," an amused chuckle escapes Riki, and he watches the way it makes Jungwon smile wider. "I've been gone a while. It's weird to be in Japan again, you know."

"Have you talked to them lately?"

"Yeah. I talked to my older sister this morning; she says the parental units are losing it trying to get everything ready for you guys to arrive."

Jungwon's brow creases. "They don't have to! We're not exactly special."

"I know," Riki teases, and it takes a moment for Jungwon to understand.

"Yah!"

"You walked into that one," he snorts. Then he softens. "You know my parents are like the number one most important people to me, and my sisters, right? And that they feel the same about me?"

"Of course."

"So, why wouldn't they do this for you? It's obvious." He shrugs, a difficult job to pull off while lying down and tangled with someone else. "You've watched over me well in their stead, hyung. You and Jongseong-hyung especially, I think. Mostly you."

"Me? What did I do?" Jungwon's confused frown is honestly adorable.

"Did your leader-magic," Riki says, "made me feel like I wasn't alone, that I have actual confidantes, let me be vulnerable, let me help you when you're vulnerable, taught me a few things I missed while I was too busy trying to get here. You know, was the reliable older friend I never knew I needed."

"Stop that, I only tried my best."

"And your best was what didn't let me drop into a spiral," Riki frowns. He hates it when Jungwon does this, when he downplays his abilities and what he's done for them all. In every moment of darkness, Jungwon has been able to help them. Sometimes, it feels as though as much as Jungwon forgets that he's just a kid, himself, he forgets how fully he throws himself into the leader role, to the point someone needs to pull him back. That someone often ends up being them. "Don't say that."

"I don't want you to...spiral," Riki's had his share of mental-health issues, especially as a kid who left home far, far too early, and it's evident in Jungwon's face how much that worries him. "I won't let you. Tell me how you feel about this, if you want me to be the person you think I am so much."

Riki sighs. "I know you're that person," he says with a little too much sincerity.

"I'd hope so." The stern look Jungwon fixes him with somehow prompts him to start talking, the way he always gets Riki to do.

It's hard, but there's always somewhere to start. "You know," he says softly, a little too quietly, but Jungwon hears, because he listens, he always listens, no matter what. "It's a good thing that we're all sort of in the same boat here. Kids separated from their family; I mean. Maybe not to this extent, but I feel better knowing that as idols, as teenagers, you guys can relate to me." He bites his lip. "You...I don't know. Sometimes I get so angry that you guys can see your parents on breaks, but I can't. I get angry sometimes, when I'm not thinking right, for making this choice."

"But you don't regret it." It's a statement, not a question. Jungwon knows that too well.

"I don't," he says firmly, "but...there are things about it that I regret."

"I know," Jungwon's hand runs through his scalp gently. He shivers and then relaxes—the touch is so comforting, so familiar. His mother used to do it all the time, and when Jungwon found out about that, he started adopting the gesture, a welcome one at that.

"I'm really excited," he murmurs, "but I'm so fucking terrified."

"Why is that?"

"Because," he gestures at himself, "I left home almost three years ago as a tiny little kid! A small thirteen-year-old who looked more like eleven. Now I'm this grown-up, mature sixteen-year-old, at least compared to what I was then. What if I'm too different?"

"Different as in?"

"I grew up a lot, hyung," Riki reminds him very quietly, eyes stinging with unshed tears. "Everyone says so, the fans and Heeseung-hyung especially. And while it's amazing to know that I'm not the tiny baby-looking kid I was back then...it's...I feel like sometimes it's not a good thing. I'm not going to be my mother's baby anymore. Hell, I'm way, way taller than all of them now. I think differently, speak differently, dress differently..." he closes his eyes. "I do everything differently. I even have majorly different ideas, now. I can't help but think that, what if I'm too different for them to love the same now?"

"Hey, don't say that," Jungwon scolds softly. "Parents love you unconditionally, you're well aware of that. Parents who do their job right will always do so, and your mom and dad raised an amazing kid, and they love you so, so much. It's almost tangible, whenever they talk about you, or to you."

"I know that," Riki whispers, "but it's not just that."

"Tell me, Riki," he brushes Riki's bangs off his forehead rather uselessly; with none of their usual hair products, his hair just falls back into place. "Tell me what you're scared of right now. I'll listen."

"I'm just thinking...I've lost so much of my childhood," he says, "and not just mine to begin with. I lost some of the most important years of my families' lives. The things they considered big wishes. My cousin got into a cover dance team; my older sister got into the high school that's pretty high-ranked and it happens to be one everyone always envisioned the two of us going to. Except, well, I came here. Konon's broken up with her boyfriend recently. Yuki-chan's crush on the boy she already liked when I left hasn't actually faded—that's insane, can you believe that?"

"Well, I've liked people for a long while, too," Jungwon says on a breathy laugh. "Yuki's just lucky that this guy is that amazing."

Some part of Riki's brain wonders who that person could be, but he doesn't want to be the one to ruin this heart-to-heart right now.

"Isn't she? I keep thinking about how I would've watched my sister grow up and been her guide in life, her protector like I'm supposed to be, but I haven't been, because I wasn't even there for it. She doesn't...I don't know, hyung. I've missed so much and I just feel so bad for it. My parents' dance studio has been doing so well. So much..."

"That isn't your fault, and they don't blame you for it," Jungwon says firmly. "Believe it, Riki. If anything, they're just upset that they couldn't be here for you. And that isn't their fault, either. Sometimes the world just fucks with us as it pleases and all we can do is try our best to pick ourselves back up from that.

Riki wants to deny that, but he doesn't have a denial. He never had, to begin with.

***

Standing in front of the Nishimura household, Riki's hand tightens in Jungwon's.

"I'm scared." His throat is beginning to close up in panic.

"Don't be." Jungwon tugs him closer, winds his arm around Riki's waist. "It's only just your family, Riki. You've wanted to see them for so long."

To his credit, Jongseong refrains from making a comment at how Riki holds Jungwon even tighter, like he's a lifeline. Riki chooses him for that reason, and nods at the door in a desperate sort of way. Jongseong looks just as terrified, but he reaches forward and he knocks strongly on the door—tap-tap-tap-tap.

"You'll see," Jungwon whispers in his ear.

And before he can ask what the hell that means, the door's swinging open with so much force that it can only be his excitable mother, and then Riki's just staring at her. His mom, lovely and beautiful despite getting on in her years, looking like the parts of Riki which doesn't resemble his dad.

"Riki," she breathes, "Riki. You're home, you're—"

Riki practically throws himself at her with a scream of "Mom! Mom!" and grabs her and hugs her as tightly as he can, his entire six-foot-something frame of muscle onto his so, so small and delicate mother, as if he's afraid to lose her. He can't part with her again—fuck the tour, fuck his career, he just needs his mom and that's it.

Though he is thinking a little more clearly by the time his mother pulls away from him after a full two minutes of just hugging him and rocking him back and forth as if he still happens to be her small baby, and leads him inside with the rest of his insanely awkward members, Riki still thinks that this has to be absolute best moment of the entire tour.

Of his entire life so far, really.

"You've grown so tall," she says in wonder, having to look up at her son now, and it's a weird sensation, looking down at his mother. He used to hug her tight in her middle and look up to her with a pout when he wanted something. Now he'll just have to settle for the pouting, he supposes. "You've grown so much in the time you've been away."

"I—I've missed you so much," Riki chokes out, grabbing her again, not caring that he's a full-grown sixteen-year-old now. He'll always be his mother's little boy, who the hell cares what other people think? "I thought I wouldn't get to see you before I even turned eighteen, Mom."

"You're here now," Mrs. Nishimura says soothingly, her own voice full of her relieved, overjoyed tears. "You're here now. Your father will be home soon."

"Where is he?" he asks, wiping the tears from his eyes and sniffling. Sunoo coos at him, which earns an elbow jab from Jaeyun and a warning glare from Jungwon. Riki hardly even notices, and even if he had, he wouldn't have cared much.

"Had to stay overtime at the studio," she explains. Riki's sitting at the kitchen table with his members, now, and they're eye-level when she's standing, and thus she can playfully ruffle his hair in her warm, familiar way. The boys are a little late because of a long-time dance practice the night before, a sudden before sprung on them when they realized it would most likely be raining at their next venue and it was better to rehearse some of their older choreographies before then. "He thought you boys were busy with work."

"We actually overslept. Had a late schedule last night." And then he remembers, with a pang of guilt, "where're Yuki-chan and—?"

"Konon's upstairs showering, and Yuki-chan's due back from her school trip right now," just as his mother says that, the front door opens and his sister's running into the room, asking if they're here yet, and she pauses in wide-eyed shock at the boys seated around the table. "Well, speak of the devil."

"You—you—" the young girl stammers for a second, and then she spots Riki and she's suddenly running at him full-tilt, screaming his name at full volume in that way of hers.

Riki slides out of his seat to kneel on the floor, automatically adjusting to meet her tiny height as usual, just in time to catch her. The breath whooshes out of him, and it doesn't take long before the siblings are sobbing in each other's arms. "Yuki-chan, I'm home," he says thickly. "I'm here now."

She pulls back and glares at him with red-rimmed eyes. "You promised to be back for my birthday!" she accuses. "Liar!"

A snort of laughter escapes Riki, and he looks to his members for help. Jungwon's smile is like a million diamonds as he watches the interactions fondly, but Jongseong's the one who's actually paying attention to what they're saying and when the Japanese clicks in his brain, he starts to full-body laugh and translates for the others.

"Hey, I don't control the agency's orders," Riki protests, ruffling her bob cut. "I wanted to be back, I promise, but the fastest was this tour, Yuki-chan. I'm sorry I can't stay any longer with you."

"That's okay," Yuki hugs him tightly. "As long as you're here right now."

As long as he's here right now. Riki meets Jungwon's eyes, thinking that if he can just...a little while ago, he thought he couldn't ever leave again, but he knows he has to. But if he can just enjoy himself and his family's presence, then he supposes that it's okay for another goodbye. After all, things are changing...and with change comes adaptation—doesn't it?

***

The day is easily the best day of his life.

When Konon comes downstairs, she hardly registers the presence of six other boys and goes straight for Riki, first hugging him so hard he can barely breathe, and then slapping the top of his head for not texting him nearly as much he texts their father, and giving him an earful for making her worry like that all the time.

"It's like she's your mother," Sunghoon observes in amusement.

"Please shut up."

Riki starts crying again when he realizes that Yuki is exactly as tall as he was when he'd left for Korea, and it makes him realize just how much he's missed of her life, though the girl herself wasn't having any of it. Then Riki's father comes home and though it's a little strange to see his usually smiling, upbeat father crying, it happens and it isn't like Riki is any less guilty, anyway.

When the family finally gets used to Riki's presence again, true to his presence, they get out all kinds of special Japanese food, most of which that Riki has eaten at one point or another on no special occasion at all, but the members look interested and they seem to really enjoy it, which delights Riki to no end.

"See, I knew you'd enjoy it the most," he crows delightedly when he catches Jungwon reaching for seconds, him and Jongseong. "You two are so predictable."

"Yah, watch your mouth," Jongseong non-threateningly points his chopsticks at Riki, and then pales when he realizes they're eating with his parents and sister. His father has been practicing his Korean, and assures him in stilted words that it's fine. No offense taken at all.

"Traitors," Riki grumbles.

What's perhaps the most entertaining about the entire affair is how his sisters act like a bunch of fangirls around the members. Konon reddens whenever the members address her, though she does her best to hide it. Yuki is so awed that she barely speaks a word, but when Sunoo starts engaging with her, she opens up, and soon the two of them are chattering away. It sounds like a mix of Yuki being a fangirl and Sunoo entertaining her while also discussing their school lives in depth, apparently. Honestly, Riki doesn't want to know what kind of shit Sunoo gets up to when he isn't being campus sweetheart.

After they eat, he finds Sunghoon and Konon discussing what they love about dance a little awkwardly given the language barrier, but Sunghoon's Japanese has been getting a lot better and Konon's Korean is good enough that she understands enough just with a few phrases. Considering Sunghoon finds it hard to make friends, it's nice to see.

Sunoo and Yuki are still chattering away, with Jaeyun pulled into it, somehow. Heeseung and Jongseong, unfortunately, are roped into the conversation about Riki, along with a grinning Jungwon, because he's the 'leader who Riki's talked about so much.'

"Riki hasn't been giving you trouble, has he?" his father asks.

"Dad!"

"He's quite cheeky when he wants to be," Heeseung says with a more genuine version of his camera-practiced smile. "But he's a good kid, really."

Riki's heart melts, but he makes a face at Heeseung nonetheless.

"Riki is...a good person," Jungwon says after a while. "He just needed time to find his way around. Time to be understood for who he is. He's grown into that person more now, I think. Good and kind and loving, just in different ways than what's often seen as normal."

The message gets translated by a hotly blushing Riki, who adds, "he's just flattering you guys, you know. Because he doesn't want to lose face as the leader."

Jungwon gets the gist of that and he frowns. "That's not true, I do think so!"

"I know," Riki mumbles, ignoring the smirks he gets from the oldest two boys and his mother. His father just grins at this. "I've always known. I think the same of you."

He wonders what the hell possessed him to say that.

Jungwon's cheeks redden. "Yeah, um..." he clears his throat. "Let's go hang out with your sisters. I want to get to know them better."

He scurries out of the kitchen to join the rest of them, Heeseung following behind, but not without shooting a knowing smile over his shoulder. Jongseong says, to the three Nishimuras, "Riki doesn't usually say things like that."

"He isn't the most heartfelt person," his mother observes, not in a mean way. "I think that Jungwon makes him feel differently, doesn't he?"

"I'll just go hang out with Yuki-chan!" Riki blurts, jumping to his feet and running away from this conversation. It's better than being interrogated by his parents on his crush—his love life will not be discussed, thank you very much.

But, he thinks, he's glad that his parents can tell just how much he cares about his hyung.

***

The latter half of the day passes in the large space of their living room, where Riki is forced to perform his rap part along with the choreography in Blessed-Cursed, as per Yuki and Konon's request, their favorite version of ENYPEN's Ni-ki, apparently.

("Ni-ki and Riki are two different people," Yuki says succinctly at Riki's confusion. He doesn't question her any further, because Yuki is right. Nishimura Riki belongs here, in the house he grew up in, in the arms of his members, in the arms of Jungwon, while Ni-ki belongs on the cameras, onstage, singing and rapping and dancing.

There's a difference. A clear, glaring difference.)

From there on, it's just the sisters requesting different bits of ENHYPEN discography. Heeseung is made to sing his rendition of TXT's Anti-Romantic, and their favorite bits of him in Fever, Polaroid Love, and Shout Out. The members are made to dance to the specific part of Riki's in Fever—the second chorus—in addition to several other of the choreographies they liked. Most embarrassingly, they made him dance and do his rap in Future Perfect.

Though, they clapped and said he was a natural at it. That made him feel so much better.

At one point, Riki's dragged away by Konon to ask what's going on between him and—unsurprisingly—Jungwon. She's disappointed that there's nothing going on there but is insanely delighted to get a confession out of her brother.

If Jungwon looked at him quizzically when he returned, asking why he's so flushed and he only reddened further, busying himself with teaching Yuki the right away to perform the chorus of Tamed-Dashed, something she hasn't had the time to perfect by herself...

Riki will deny it ever happened.

***

Saying goodbye is the hardest part. Again.

All four of them hug him tightly, makes him promise to return sometime soon, and this time actually stay long enough that they can get the extended family together. Riki does, and he hugs them again, fighting back tears.

"Next time, I'll bring you something from Korea," he promises Yuki. "This time, we've got a little too much to carry around. Overpreparation, and all. Okay?"

"I'll hold you to it," she says seriously, flicking his nose. She can do it because of Riki kneeling to her level. "And just watch, I'll grow taller than her." She points at Konon in a display of mock-disgust, having been arguing over something again. Nothing serious, though. "That's the best I can achieve. You're a giant."

"Well, not everybody has to be tall, huh?" he ruffles her hair the way his mother does his own. "See you soon, Yuki-chan. Call and text a lot, okay?"

"I promise," she surprises him with a kiss on the cheek. "See you soon."

It's with a lighter heart and just a little regret that Riki leaves the Nishimura household.

***

"See, that wasn't so bad, now was it?" Jungwon asks teasingly as soon as they manage to get away from cameras and staff. They're back in the hotel room, and Sunoo is off bothering Sunghoon about something, so it's private. "You were scared for nothing."

"Not nothing," Riki corrects, leaning forward to pick an eyelash off Jungwon's cheek. "I did miss a lot of their lives...but you're right. They don't blame me, and this is how I chose to live, so I think I can compromise."

"That's good," Jungwon's face feels warm under his hand, tensing a little when it slides down to rest on the juncture between his neck and shoulder, but not moving. "I'm glad."

Their eyes meet. It's like words don't need to be said. Their own little pocket of universe where it's just them. Riki can almost hear Jungwon's heartbeat; it's really just feeling his pulse throbbing in his neck. He can almost certainly hear his own heartbeat. The longer he continues stare at Jungwon, the louder and faster it gets, like a drum.

"Hyung, can I kiss you?" Riki blurts out, words rushing out like a whirlwind. Jungwon flinches and tenses up entirely, eyes wide. "I mean—I just—my sister made me confess that I like you, and I don't want to leave it unsaid, and I really just—" he pauses. Sucks in a breath. "You get my point."

It seems Jungwon does, because he leans forward and kisses Riki. It's a simple press of lips, closed-mouthed and innocent. Neither of them have any idea how to do this, seems. But that's okay.

Jungwon's pulse thrums in rhythm to Riki's heartbeat under his hand. They pull away, Jungwon sort of wide-eyed and speechless, for once, but Riki's grinning like a goddamn fool. Like a goddamn lovesick fool.

"What?" Jungwon asks when he realizes, beginning to smile himself.

"Nothing," Riki moves his hand lower, pressing it against Jungwon's racing heart. "I've always thought that I'd only have one home, but I found another here as a part of this. ENHYPEN. Your groupmate. And now, it's just...you know, it's nice to feel like this, to have someone to call home."

Jungwon places a hand over Riki's. "I've found a home in you, too," he says quietly. It's the best thing that Riki has ever heard in his entire life. "And I don't intend to leave it."

Neither does Riki.

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this didn't go the way I expected and I could've done better but here lol. yes it's a little based on shout out: exploring ideas I couldn't in my assassination classroom imagine :D

[parkers-gal]

Heyy. Could you repost the fic where reader announces She s pregnant but gets scared that Peter will reject her so she breaks up with him? (I had requested part 2 of the 2 parts if I'm not wrong.) You don't have to ofc! Love you 💙💙

yep, i’ll post part two too!

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warnings: lol pregnancy, slight angst, cursing (characters are all 18+)

wc: 2k

There was a fine line between a lot of things, but being pregnant and not being pregnant was not one of those things. In hindsight, maybe Midtown should have told the students which condom brands were least effective, or maybe even May or Pepper. And just by luck, Y/N happened to have skipped her birth control pills for two days in a row, the two days she spent entirely with Peter. And now, though she didn't know it was inevitable, she was facing consequences she thought would come much later in life, if at all. 

What would her parents say? How would Peter even react? Would she keep it? Would Peter support her either way? 

She didn't want to find out the answers to any of the questions flying through her mind. In all honesty, she didn't want to ask the questions at all. Instead, she sat on the bathroom floor, leaning against the cabinets as she let tears slip in realization that this was going to change her life forever. 

Wiping off a few last stray tears, she tucked the test into the back of the cabinet before getting up and leaving the bathroom, grabbing her purse and making her way to the front door.

"Y/N, honey? Are you alright?" Her mother asked right before she left. "You were in there an awful long time, hun."

"'m fine, mom, just thinking. I'll be back, probably gonna get more of my stuff."

Y/N was just in the middle of moving out and into her own apartment. She was corning her last year of college, and she figured it was best to slowly transition into her own life as an independent adult. As of right now, her apprenticeship wasn't the best she could get, so she was only moving into the Avengers tower with the rest of the team until she got the promotion her mentor promised her. Despite being an avenger, she didn't actually work for Tony or Bruce, and she didn't depend on them as much as Peter did. She was still close with all of them, though. 

Walking through the double doors, she gave a small nod and smile to George, the man who stood on guard at the entrance of the tower. Making her way to the elevators, she pressed the button and debated on what she was going to say to Peter. 

The living quarters of the tower were two main floors, but the central living center had the kitchen, so most Avengers stayed there until "curfew," as Tony had called it. 

Making her way through the halls, she passed the kitchen, where Bucky, Sam, Steve, Wanda, and Natasha were located, talking and drinking what must've been one of Steve's old fashioned drinks. 

"Hey, Y/N," they greeted her individually. In response, she only nodded, trying to get to Peter as fast as possible. Furrowed brows and wide eyes they were, shocked at how closed off she was being. It was only when she left the room that Wanda gasped, staring at the spot Y/N had just been on. 

"What?" Nat said quickly, urgently. "What is it? What's wrong?"

Back in Peter's room, Y/N had just knocked, Peter granting her access and she stepped inside, clutching her purse close to her as her breathing quickened and her pulse increased. 

"Hey, babe," Peter said, his back to her as he fiddled with something on the bookshelf. 

"P- .. Peter, we need to talk." 

At this, he spun around, glancing in her eyes to try and decipher what she was thinking and what she was about to say. What came next was not what he expected. 

"Okay."

"We need to break up."

"W-what? Why? I though- I thought w-"

"We just need to break up- I'm breaking up with you," she rushed out. 

"Baby, come on, let's talk about this. Tell me why. Did I do something? Did something happen? I can make it better, I can change- make things right, c'mon don't just-"

"Peter I'm breaking up with you," she said, her voice cracking as she finally allowed the tears to flood her eyes. Peter was full on crying as she turned around and left his room. Thirty seconds passed before he went sprinting out of the room after her. 

Wanda and Natasha had called just about every Avenger into the compound's kitchen, and just in time to see Y/N leaving with tearful eyes and Peter chasing after her. 

Wanda hadn't explained to anyone what she had read in Y/N's mind. Though they knew something was up, they weren't prepared to witness the action of the words (or thoughts). 

"Y/N," Peter breathed out. "Y/N!" he said again, gripping her wrist to spin her around. "Why? Why the fuck would you just drop that? What happened to us?"

"Don't make this harder than it has to be, Parker." 

"I'm not! I just want to know why the girl I'm in love with is leaving me so sudden! Don't you think I at least deserve to know why?"

A few more tears fell down her face before she exhaled. "I wish.. I wish I could tell you, Peter."

"Well why don't you?!"

"I- I can't."

"Did you stop loving me? Was that it? Did I do something?"

"I didn't stop loving you. I could never stop loving you-"

"Then why are you giving up on us?!" Peter exclaimed with defeat, both of his hands pulling at his hair before covering his face as he started crying again. 

Y/N stepped forward, hesitantly about to reach out to console him before deciding against it and leaving altogether. 

When she was gone, Wanda breathed loudly, Natasha doing the same. 

"Peter.." Nat said, walking towards him slowly. "Are you... alright-?"

"She just- did it!" Peter whined out, abruptly cutting her off. Natasha rushed forward to catch him and he gripped her tight as he cried out to whichever god cursed him.

"We need to talk," Wanda whispered to Nat, before filing out and leaving the two alone. 

***

"What the fuck was that about?" Sam exclaimed in the training room. The Avengers had resorted to the gym for some privacy, knowing neither Y/N nor Peter would come willingly unless they had scheduled training, which neither did. 

"Seriously, though," Bucky replied. "They were doing so well, things were going so great-"

"Okay everyone just sit down!" Wanda exclaimed, pacing back and forth as Natasha stood next to her, rubbing her forehead in thought. 

"Do you know why?" Steve asked after a moment. 

When Wanda didn't vocalize her response, merely making guilty eye contact, the Avengers knew. 

"Of course you know," Bruce said. 

"Okay, what's this about?" Tony said, coming through the doors, a few minutes late. 

"Y/N just broke up with Peter," Loki stated blandly.

"What the fuck?"

"I know, right?" Steve said, eyebrows furrowed in confusion and sympathy for the pair. 

"And.." Tony glanced back and forth between Nat and Wanda and the rest of the crew. "Wanda knows?"

"Mhmm," Nat hummed. 

"Well, wouldn-"

"Y/N is pregnant," Wanda blurted out. 

The silence that overcame the group was deafening. Pure shock and surprise were overwhelming emotions as the heroes struggled to wrap their minds around the realization, the truth. 

"Holy fuck," Sam whispered. 

"That's why.. she broke up with Pete?" Bucky said. 

"Mhmm," Wanda hummed back quickly. "I could feel the anxiety she had. I think she let it get the best of her. She was still in shock, still panicking. I don't think she's known for long." 

"We have to do-"

"No, we don't do anything. Nobody says a thing, nobody does a thing," Natasha informed strictly. "I swear to fuck if any of you do something I will come for you myself. Let Wanda and me handle this. You all don't know the start about female anatomy." 

"Yes, ma'am," Bucky replied, the others nodding in agreement. 

***

About a week later, Y/N was walking into the training room. She saw Steve, Natasha, Peter, Tony, and Bucky standing around talking about something, and as much as she wanted to avoid him, she also knew that she had to attend training. 

"Hey, Y/N/N," Tony greeted. "I'm making some schedule changes."

"Okay.." she said after a moment, putting her bag on the bench as she glanced at his clipboard before making eye contact again. 

"Pete, you're in for four days a week, each a two hour session. You'll spar with Steve for two sessions, five mile runs with Nat, power training with Bucky and Sam, you know the drill."

"Y/N," he started, flipping a page. "I'm.. cutting your sessions to thirty minutes each. Only twice a week."

"What the fuck, why, Tony?" She asked.

"Yeah, that seems unreasonable and unfair. She gets less time and I get more?" Peter joined. 

"Well, I just want to be cautious with the baby on the way and all that," Tony said nonchalantly.

Time seemed to freeze as the group went dead silent, all except for Peter. 

"Baby? What baby? What the fuck are you talking about?" he asked, glancing between Tony and Y/N. "Y/N? Ar- are you- are you pregnant?" 

She closed her eyes and exhaled, her hands clammy and sweaty as they were balled into fists.

"I'-I'm..."

"Is that why you broke up with me?" he said, his voice dropping to a whisper as the realization hit him. "You thought you'd leave me before I had the chance to do that do you?"

"I can't do this right now," Y/N breathed, rushing out of the room. Peter ran after her, and Natasha punched Tony in the arm once they had left. 

"Y/N, Y/N!" Peter exclaimed, catching up to her and spinning her around. "Is it true?"

She closed her eyes before nodding again. When she opened her lids, her eyes were glossy and red, "Yeah." 

"Were you ever going to tell me?" he whispered, voice cracking. 

"I don't- I don't know, Peter! I was so afraid you were going to break up with me or leave me or that you were going to hate me if I didn't keep it or that my parents would disown me or some shit like that! I just did it first to avoid it all."

"Avoid it all?" Peter repeated. "I love you, Y/N," he stated, grabbing both of her hands. "A baby isn't going to change that, whether you keep it or you don't. It's your body, so it's your choice," he said, and her head rolled in disbelief as she sighed. "I love you," he stated again, tightening his grip on her hands. "And you're carrying my baby. Did you ever think I'd be happy?"

"Peter we're so young, basically fresh out of high school-" 

"I know it's unplanned, Y/N, and that makes it so scary. But I would never abandon you like that."

"I really love you, Peter," Y/N huffed out, her tears beginning to free fall now. 

"I know baby," Peter said while pulling her into his chest and embracing her for the first time in a week. 

After a few moments, Y/N's breathing evened out and Peter spoke up. "Are... are you going to keep it?" he whispered, kissing the top of her head. 

Her throat was sticky from crying, and after a few seconds, she answered. "I am." 

Peter held her at arm's length to look at her, really look at her, and he kneeled down and kissed her stomach, voicing his excitement and feelings. 

The Avengers, who were watching from the doorway of the training room, smiled in relief, a few of them wiping stray tears and rubbing their eyes to regain their composure. 

"God they're growing up," Tony whispered. 

"Not just yet," Pepper fired back, glancing at the pair before grinning herself, thankful they were in this together. 

(part two is out)

[planetdemon]

I just wanted to be a swan

pairing: bang chan x reader

genre: angst, fluff, but mostly angst

warnings: low self-esteem, body hate/dislike, eating disorders, swearing, food, insecurities, arguing DONT READ IF YOU DON'T FEEL COMFORTABLE WITH IT!

wc: 2.003

note: so this scenario has been going through my head for quite a while now, and I tried writing it by myself lol. Hope it's good ;) I've also sent a request to @channienet about the same topic, so make sure to check her interpretation out as well! enjoy!

summary: Due to Chan's heavy working schedule, spending time alone was a thing you couldn't quite befriend with, especially after you've noticed some changes you have gone through. There is a to change it, but it isn't quite... let's say healthy. How will Chan react, after he finds out? Will he even care? (dude I'm shit at writing summary lol)

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Taking a bath was normally something that should be considered relaxing or calming. You've always enjoyed letting the hot water surround your body whilst taking all the dirt and negativity off that you have collected during stressful days at work.

But lately, taking a bath wasn't as enjoyable anymore as it once was. Chris has been working a lot lately, due to the kingdom stage and their nearing comeback. He has been spending more and more time at the company, working on producing new tracks for him and the kids, often staying at the dorms because they were closer to the studio than the apartment you shared. So you were left alone, by yourself.

Even though you wished he would be by your side while you were falling asleep, you couldn't be mad at him. You knew what his work meant to that boy and you would never tell him to stop doing what he loves just so you could spend some time together.

But being alone also meant that you had to kill the boredom somehow and, thanks to Felix's Brownie and Cookie recipes, you had the perfect thing to do in the meantime. Baking and eating delicious desserts.

You were just stepping out of the bathtub, grabbing the towel you had prepared, and drying yourself with it. Once your body was half-dried, you turned around to hang the towel back at the hanger, so it could dry properly.

And at that moment, you knew, you've fucked up. You couldn't avoid looking at your wet, naked body in the hot, steamy mirror near the hangers.

You always hated looking at it, but thanks to the sweets you had been eating lately, looking at yourself only made you feel sicker than it ever did.

You couldn't tear your gaze off the excess of flesh around your tummy and thighs and the stretch marks, that decored your boobs only seemed to scream "Look at me!". You slowly turned around and saw the tiger stripes creeping up your bum and the undersides of your arms.

'Fucking disgusting', that little voice in your head sneered.

'How could I let this come this far?', you thought. At this point, you were somehow happy Chris wasn't here, knowing he would be disgusted with how you've changed.

You've always felt a bit insecure by his side, knowing you could catch up with neither his attractiveness nor his muscular godlike body. But seeing yourself like this destroyed every little self-esteem you had left in your cells.

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It has been nearly two months since 'the incident' in the bathroom and you couldn't shake that feeling of disgusts off. Not even for one second.

You only wanted to try a one-week detox diet that was blowing up all over social media, hoping you could lose a little bit of weight, so you would be back to normal. But seeing the numbers on the scale dropping so unbelievably quickly only made you realize that you could look even better than you thought you could.

You kept on following the diet and restricting everything that wasn't included, not noticing that restricting also damaged your mind.

One time, Han and Felix asked you if you wanted to have lunch with them and the others, but fear crept up you back as soon as you thought about the food they would have ordered, knowing that you would only gain weight again if you didn't follow the rules.

So you stayed home, keeping yourself isolated from your friends and most importantly, Chan.

You were lying on my bed, scrolling through Tumblr when Chris' Caller ID showed up and your phone started to ring. You sighed lowly, not wanting to talk to him.

Over the past few months, you stopped showing up at the studio, being afraid the boys would notice the changes your body went through, thanks to the diet. You were happy about it, knowing that you were losing weight, but you haven't reached my goal. You were afraid, they would judge you the way you did when you looked at yourself.

"Chris?"

"y/n? Han just told me that you weren't coming over. Are you okay? Y-" Chris's muffled voice appeared and you felt instant regret deep in your guts, knowing how much fun you guys had when you spent time together back in the days.

"Yeah, I'm okay Channie, don't worry. I just feel a little sleepy. I'll come next time. Promise" You tried your best to sound optimistic or at least not too sad, hoping Chris would believe your lie. "Okay," he mumbled, "I love you, baby girl".

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You knew you were in big troubled the second Chris opened the fridge, seeing no food in there.

He randomly decided to stay over the weekend, saying that he missed you. You weren't ready for this, knowing that you couldn't hide the signs of the 'passion' you had developed in time.

"Why is there no food?" You fumbled with the arms of Chris sweater you were wearing while looking at the ground. "I've forgotten to go grocery shopping" You answered.

"But there is nothing in there, y/n. Nothing" He walked over and took hold of your cold hands while looking you straight in the eyes.

"Why is there no food?" Chris asked again.

"I just told you I forgot to go grocery shopping, Chan. Relax" You snapped back, getting anxious about the fact that he could notice something.

You were nearing your goal, even though you knew that you could never be satisfied with how you looked. He couldn't just come over and ruin all the progress you've made after being not here for so long. He doesn't have the right to do this.

"Don't fuck around, y/n. You always have at least some butter in your house. Where is the butter? Where is Ramen? You must have some food here!"

Your body started to shake as you heard his voice rise, keeping your gaze low, not daring to look him in the eyes right now. He was right.

You always had something at home, so you could quickly cook something when you were hungry. But you didn't saw a point in keeping food at home if you wouldn't eat it anyway. It would just rot.

"Y/n look at me" he whispered, after realizing that you were trembling. Chris gently grabbed your chin to make you look up at him. You were expecting to see anger, but the only thing you saw in his brown orbs was sadness.

You started to tear up after you noticed it, knowing that he put one and one together. You missing out on lunch with the boys, you not showing up at the studio to bring him food and spend with him there, listening to his tracks, you not having any food at home. It was obvious, but you still hoped he wouldn't notice.

Chris slowly took you in his arms, noticing how your figure felt smaller and bonier than before. It made him sick, knowing what you did to yourself. 'Why would my girl do something like this?' he thought 'how could my little princess torture herself this much?' But he couldn't find a 'because'.

In his eyes, you were the best thing that happened to him. You were the prettiest girl on earth. Warm tears were running down his pale cheeks, dropping to the floor.

He couldn't stop blaming himself for what you did. Maybe if he would have been there, he could have stopped you. Maybe if-

"Channie?" You quietly asked, looking up at his tear-stained cheeks. "Channie why are you crying? We can go to the store and grab something if you want. You don't-"

"Why have you been doing this to yourself, y/n?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why haven't you been eating"

Well, shit.

"What are you talking about, Channie?"

"Don't fucking lie to me, it's too obvious for you to do so. Why haven't you been eating?"

"I... I, I'm pressured Chan" You answered, knowing that he wouldn't believe you if you would tell him otherwise. Telling him the truth was the only option at this point, even though you didn't want to.

"Pressured?"

"Yes"

"Princess, I don't understand what you mean by that"

You shook your head and let go of him, before walking over to the couch and sitting down with a low sigh. "Maybe you shouldn't understand," I said.

"Jesus, y/n" I heard him mutter under his breath. He walked over and sat on the floor, in front of you, looking at you with a scared expression.

"Please tell me what's in that pretty little head of yours. I can see that you have lost weight, but I don't understand why. I mean, you are the prettiest human I have ever seen in my whole life, why would you do something like that?"

"Why do you even care? It's not like you here anyway" you simply said, grabbing your phone, trying to ignore him.

After he noticed your intentions, he quickly took your phone out of your hands, placing it on the coffee table behind him.

"Hey! Give me my phone back, you dump a-"

"Fucking stop it, y/n. Stop ignoring me. I care for you because I love you! You are my everything and I know I haven't been home lately, but at least I tried making time for you and inviting you to the studio", he said, "but you never came! Don't act like it's only my fault we haven't seen each other."

You looked at him with wide eyes, shaking your head. He was right, it was also your fault. And you hated the fact that he was right. "I-"

"Please y/n, please stop turning away from me and closing up. I-I know it's not easy to open up, but I'm here for you. I'll always be."

"Well, I... I couldn't, no, I can't feel happy when I look like this, Channie. I mean, look at you, look at your perfect body and your perfect personality and your perfect everything! I don't fit in. I don't fit in, because I am the ugly duck surrounded by beautiful swans. I just... wanted to be a beautiful swan, Channie."

That's it. You've made it. You've told him what was going through your mind all the time.

He slowly pulled you off the couch, into his lap. He could feel your seat humps against his thighs, how bony and strong they were. Chris shook his head in disbelieve, another wave of sadness crushing over him.

"You are perfect, baby girl. You are perfect in every single way. You always were the most beautiful swan I have ever seen in my entire life. I love everything about you, y/n. I love how your thighs wiggle whenever you run towards me when we meet, I love how curves look in that dress I brought you a year ago, I love how your stretch marks are decorating your body like silverish paint. I don't want you to change for me, because you are perfect the way you are. Jesus, even Hyunjin said you are even prettier than himself, and that means a lot. Please don't hurt yourself like this, princess. You are destroying yourself"

He took hold of your hands and kissed your palm.

"I promise I'll stop working so much, so I can spend more time with my beautiful girlfriend, but please... stop hurting yourself" he whispered, searching for any signs of discomfort in your eyes. But you just set in his lap and listened to him.

"Hyunjin thinks I'm prettier than him?" you asked awkwardly.

Chris chuckled and nodded "Is this the only thing that got stuck in your pretty little head?" He asked.

You smiled a bit, leaning your forehead against his while closing your eyes. "I'll try to get better, Chris" you whispered.

It wouldn't be an easy journey going back to 'normal. Once the hole is there, digging is difficult. But it is possible, especially if someones helping you.

[trollishly]

Valkyrie Pt. 5 • Ivar X Reader

A girl shows up bloody and beaten to Kattegat. The Queen and her sons take an interest in the girl, especially Ivar.

Warnings: Gore, Swearing, Mentions of sex, Angst, Anything you'd expect from Vikings

The harsh chilled wind of Kattegate’s forest whipped the the thick furs that laid upon her shoulders. The forest seemed to be alive, as the trees whined and creaked as the gusts only became stronger. Her breathing became heavier as she quickened her pace towards her desired destination, ambitious for what she seeked.

Her eyes light up as they finally fell upon the individual, though she couldn't help but shiver as her feet finally met the front of their seated position. 

“The Queen...“ Slightly bowed the being, words slurring from their twisted lips. “Ancient One,” Quipped Aslaug as she tucked her gown to kneel before him, “you know why I am here, we’ve spoken of this matter before.“ Rushed the Queen in a desperate manner. The Seer let an exasperated grunt, his grotesque tongue running along his lips in thought. “The girl from your vision, you speak of her, you’ve spoken to her.” Hummed the cloak individual, while Aslaug only nodded hoping for him to continue.  

"Well what is it that is troubling you my Queen?" Aslaug rolled her eyes slightly, "I wish to know if my visions are once again correct, or am I mistaken and she is actually a threat to my kingdom?"

"You ask difficult questions, always questioning." He grinned, "However, I shall give you comfort by saying that what you see, is in fact true my Queen." Aslaug let out a breath of relief she hadn't known she was holding, refraining from smiling, which she found herself doing more often as of late. "The gods have blessed us with a great gift..." Croaked the Seer, "A Valkyrie." Spoke the two in unison.

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Soft knocks echoed throughout the quaint room, and with nobody acknowledging it, a hush voice followed. "I'm coming in." Spoke Ubbe as he push the door open which dragged along the uneven floor.

There laid Frode, in bed and struggling to inhale evenly. His glazed over eyes drifting to look at the intruder. Ubbe watched as the boy clench his hand firmer around the one that laid upon his, the hand belonging to non other than his sister.

Y/n was slouched against Frode's bed, half her weight on her knees and the other on the edge of the bed. She looked as if she hadn't slept for days, which was half of the truth. If it weren't for Y/n's recent episodes of passing out, she would've been up like usual, her sleep schedule being far from healthy.

"Is she asleep?" Asked Ubbe, stepping further into the room. Frode tried to speak in denial, however, he found himself unable to speak, his voice caught in his throat as another fit of coughs erupted from him. With Frode at a loss, he was not able to warn Ubbe as he reached out to shake his sister awake. Y/n flinched harshly from his touch, rolling away from him and onto her feet. They both stood still, however, Y/n seemed to be on guard due to his presence. Ubbe tilted his head, trying to catch the girl's gaze, but she seemingly refused, not wanting him to see her at her weakest, as her eyes were red and puffy from her night's worth of crying over her brother.

"Sorry to disturb, but my mother asked me to invite you to come eat with us." Ubbe simply said, "I would of sent a thrall, but it seems you've scared them all half to death." Chuckled the man as he refrained from coming any closer.

"No, but thank you." Replied Y/n, turning to tend to her little brother once more. Frode quickly grasped his sister wrist and pulled a pleading face at her. "Y/n, you were never one to deny food, please go. I promise I will be fine." Comforted Frode as he begun to push Y/n away. "You need fresh air, you shouldn't be near me. I am not well," he paused briefly by taking a breath as he tried not to cough, "with you still being injured, it could become deadly if you were to stay near me and get sick." Finished the boy, relieved to see that his persuasion was beginning to work as his sister's frown lessened.

"He'll be fed and watched yes?" Questioned Y/n as she turned to face Ubbe. He nodded reassuring her, "A thrall will tend to your brother's every need."

Y/n began to debate in her head, not for long though, as her thoughts were interrupted by a loud growl that came from her stomach. "Okay." Agreed Y/n begrudgingly, as she came to pushed the hair from Frode's face before leaving the room with Ubbe following closely behind.

•••

"Uh- pardon?" Stuttered Ubbe shaking himself from his trance. Y/n spoke up and repeated herself, "I said, the Queen is very generous. All of you are, you could have left my brother and I to die." Expressed Y/n as she kept her head facing fowards as she walked alongside the prince.

Ubbe blinked down at the girl, inspecting her appearance, which he did more often than he'd like to admit, especially in the little time he was in her presence. "You should thank the Queen, yourself." He said, looking away when he caught himself staring. "She knows something we don't- a-and I trust her enough to follow her blindly. Not only because she is my mother, but because I believe she is fit as ruler." Spoke Ubbe, his tone indicating he said more than what he intended to.

Y/n's forehead creased slightly at the mention of his mother's knowledge of the unknown, but let him be, by keeping silent as they finally made it to the hall.

Bickering could be heard from a table of cluttering cutlery, a whine drawing the attention of Y/n. "Mother. Tell them to stop tormenting me." Mischievously spoke, who Y/n now knew as Ivar, as he held a hand of a thrall, who sat rigid beside him. His head was lolled to the side as he looked pleadingly towards his mother with a pout.

Ubbe walked ahead of the girl, a snort coming from him due to his little brother's banter. This causing everyone's eyes to not only land on Ubbe, but Y/n as well. Ubbe eyed a seat from across the room, rounding the table and sitting besides Hvitserk, who's eyes kept flickering between Ivar and Y/n curiously, as he continued to shove food into his mouth.

At the speed of which Thor would strike his hammer, Ivar shuffled in his seat, removing Margrethe's hand from his lips and dismissing her with just a wave of his arm. Y/n stood quietly, unsure with what to do with herself, before realizing something that could have been crucial.

"My Queen." Announced Y/n as she bowed her head in respect, looking at her through the thick of her lashes. "Morning Y/n. I am pleased to see that you've joined us once more. Please, take a seat beside me." She said, gesturing to a spot in between herself and Sigurd. As Y/n approached, the Queen gave Margrethe a narrowed side glance, "Get our guest a chair." She stated firmly, causing the thrall to panick as she left her spot beside Ivar and walking towards the nearest chair. Both her and Y/n reached for the chair, clutching it at the same time.

"Please, there is no need." Y/n said gently, lifting the chair from Margrethe's grasp and placing it in its spot. The slave just stepped back and scanned Y/n's form before looking away in a submissive manner.

As Y/n took a seat, the Queen continued their discussion before Ivar had been interrupted. "Now Ubbe, when will you have children?" Asked the Aslaug as she gestured to him with a napkin in hand. He grinned, "I probably already have!" He joked causing the others boys to break out in laughter as he pick at his food to throw it towards his mother. "No I'm serious, each and everyone of you should have a woman by now, even married." Spoke the Queen genuinely, as she looked to each of her boys. All of them eyed each other before shrugging without a care and focusing back onto their food. The Queen pinched the bridge of her nose as she shook her head, turning to face her attention to Y/n.

"It seems my boys are far too immature to have a wife, let alone children, don't you think Y/n?" Smiled Aslaug at the girl, which made the boys pause in their gluttony. Y/n found herself a little caught off guard, as she was never the one to get romantically involve, spending most of her time training or raising her brother.

"I don't believe my opinion would have much value my Queen." Began Y/n as she kept her attention solely on Aslaug, "But since they are the King and Queen's children, heirs are expected from them..." Aslaug seemed pleased with Y/n's answer as her lips quirked slightly, "Hmm, and do you have a husband, or lover, for that matter?"

Y/n cringe internally, knowing what Frode would say to the Queen if he had the opportunity. "I don-" However, Aslaug cut her short. "I'm speaking nonsense aren't I? Of course you would. You are a very beautiful young woman, and a shield maiden I assume?" Rambled the Queen which seemed suspiciously intentional. Y/n's mouth was left agape momentarily before she quickly closed it, "Yes, I am a shield maiden my Queen." She said keeping her answer curt.

Hvitserk began giggling cheekily, as he watched the way Ivar strained himself by pressing his palms against the bench. Pushing his torso upwards as he leaned on the table, in hopes of getting a better view of his mother and Y/n as they conversed. Sigurd scowled at his little brother's enamored behavior. Still upset at his earlier possessiveness of Margrethe, especially after she had confided in him the night before.

"As I was saying, you don't need to love the woman to breed with them." Explained the Queen, making Y/n bow down to eat her soup as she try her hardest to block out the conversation; one that she had already deemed as a personal family matter. As Aslaug continued to chatter, Y/n's eyes scan the room as she spooned the food into her mouth, making accidental eye contact with Hvitserk as he copied her actions. He grinned at her as the soup messily dribble down his chin, until an aggressive voice broke his playful staring.

"What is wrong with you?" Quipped Ivar as he now leaned further onto the table staring daggers at Sigurd, "Nothing is wrong with me," spat Sigurd making Hvitserk and Y/n glanced at each other, with Hvitserk widening his eyes at her humorously. "I just wanted to know if she has love anyone except Harbard..." Silence followed making Y/n sit up uncomfortable, "You remember Harbard don't you?" Sigurd continued sparing everyone a glance but his mother.

Ubbe sat stoney still and so did Hvitserk, but Ivar pushed on, with his arms now crossed loosely, "Of course she has loved another," he stated to Sigurd while nodding. "She has always loved me... isn't that right mother?" He urged while smiling at his mother, his eyes briefly catching Y/n's, who was sat just behind Aslaug from his position. However, the Oueen didn't speak and just nodded as she swallowed her drink discreetly.

Y/n's eyebrows raised at Aslaug's reaction, wondering as for why the Queen wasn't being more reassuring to her son, "She just pities you Ivar, just like the rest of us. Y/n probably feels sorry for you too, especially when you look at her with so much desperation." Ivar flinched at Sigurd's words, anger and embarrassment building within him. "and sometimes, we wish mother had left you to the wolves." He smoothly said, as if it weren't something completely vile. Y/n couldn't comprehend how someone could be so cruel, mainly to their family.

"Sigurd!" Demanded the Queen, with Ivar continuing to glare at his brother trying to sort his feelings internally, "What?" Was all he replied with, before resuming his breakfast.

Y/n found herself wanting to put Sigurd in his place, but refrained from doing so as nothing but consequences would come from it. A drag of a chair turn Y/n's attention back to Ivar, as he was now standing tall at the end of the table. This caused Sigurd to haphazardly throw his spoon onto the table, scoffing at Ivar's display.

Ivar began scooting from his seat, supporting his weight briefly on his mother's chair, with her cooing at him to calm his temper. Her attempts went unnoticed as he continued, with his left hand wavering, before it had finally landed on the back of Y/n's chair. Ivar and the girl gazed at each other, with her turning within her seat to make room for the young prince. Ivar was now hesitant, mainly now that he was the closest he had yet been to Y/n, not helping himself as he caught of whiff of her aroma that furthermore attracted him to her. Ivar's forearm gently grazed Y/n's hair as he pulled himself from one chair to another, as he heard Sigurd still taunting him.

"Come on Boneless!" He teased as he stood from his chair now that Ivar was near. Everyone was now standing, Y/n situating herself just behind Ivar. Bowls and utensils fell to the floor as Sigurd pulled a chair from underneath Ivar making him collapse with a painful sounding thud. Y/n reach down to help him, but pause as Hvitserk gestured to her not to from the corner of her eye.

Ivar's frustrated huffs filled the room, his nostrils flaring as he forcefully began to drag himself towards his target. Sigurd's harmful jabs continued, with the Queen now walking up towards Ivar and passing Y/n, who couldn't help but stand and watch how this would play out.

Sigurd seemed to grow tired of this little game, quickly turning and pushing the doors of the hall open, making the bright light bleach the room with a stark white wash, highlighting Ivar's enraged features.

Ivar chased Sigurd out of the room causing a loud scream to rip from his throat, with the Queen attempting to hold him back.

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End of part 5.

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