#if it's the relationship with his dad then Yeah he shouldn't have had to. but there are spaces where he feels entitled and spaces where he

[sparrows4bats]

Pregnant Damian started as a joke, but now I have ideas.

Idk if this is omegaverse, ftm Damian or an in-Universe explanation. But you get to decide whatever makes you happy.

Jon realises Damian is pregnant first. Like his father before him, he hears his child's heartbeat while lying in bed with his boyfriend.

At first, he thinks he is imagining it. The heartbeat is so faint and so fast that Jon just stops for a minute, but it is definitely there.

Damian, who is reading beside him, is very confused when Jon puts his head on his stomach and starts crying.

"What's happening here?"

Jon sobbing. "I'm going to be a dad!"

"Wait, what?!"

"You're pregnant!"

Damian needs to take a breathe and process.

"Oh. Ooooh!"

Jon looks up at Damian, who looks shocked but not unhappy at the news. He stands on his knees and kisses Damian helplessly.

"We're going to be dads!" He yells when the kiss breaks.

Damian smiles back. "Yeah, we are, Hayseed. But are you okay with this? It is sudden and definitely not planned," He asks a little nervously.

Jon takes his boyfriends hand. "I'm so happy. I love you, and I can't wait to have a family with you." Placing kisses all over Damians face reverently.

"I got that! And you didn't wait! We've only been dating for a few weeks, and our families don't even know about our relationship yet." Damian answers, giggling at the ticklish feeling.

Jon abruptly stops and pales. "Your Dad is going to kill me!"

"Batman doesn't kill."

"I knocked you up before marrying you. He'll make an exception!"

Damian scrunches his nose at the phrasing. Jon gets up and starts to pace.

"And if he doesn't do it, your siblings will!"

"You're being dramatic."

"I'm really not! Red hood will laugh as he shoots me."

"If you're that nervous, let's not tell them yet, I need to get it confirmed medically first anyway"

"Let's do that!" Jon agrees relieved, but he knows he is just prolonging the inevitable. He curls up with Damian again, rubbing a hand over his flat stomach.

"I love you, sweetheart, and our little accident."

"You are not calling our child that Corn Cob!"

Damian books an appointment for during his lunch break the next day. Jon holds his hand as they await the results, practically vibrating.

"Congratulations, Dr. Wayne, you are pregnant. If you get up on the table, we can do an ultrasound."

Damian lies there while Jon stares transfixed at the screen. "You look to be about 8 weeks along going by the growth and cardiac activity."

Jon tears up at the sight of the little blob.

Damian, while also emotional, silently groans.

Jon likely got him pregnant the first time they slept together. He mentally vows that none of his family will ever know. He'd prefer his child's other father kryptonite free if possible.

Afterwards, the two agree not to say anything until 12 weeks. Damian knows the statistics, but carefully doesn't mention them to his boyfriend, who is already acting overprotective.

Unfortunately, like most things Damian plans, it does not work out like that.

There's an invasion AGAIN, and Damian is called in by his father for field medicine.

As soon as Nightengale arrives, Superman 2.0 is attached to his side. Ignoring all orders to go help in a different area. Damian tries to argue with him but quickly learns it does nothing.

"You shouldn't even be out here, and I am not risking anything!" Jon yells stubbornly.

Damian just moves around treating patients with his bodyguard. No hostile gets anywhere near them.

The original Superman flies over after the worst of the threat, has subsided with an annoyed Batman to ask his son what the hell is going on when he stops midstep.

"You're Pregnant?!"

Damian, who is changing his gloves and is exhausted by now, pinches his nose with a groan. He forgot that if Jon can pick up on the fact he's pregnant, all of the kryptonitians can.

Batman growls. "What?" Like the word had been punched out of him.

Jon is looking sheepish but luckily doesn't say anything as Damian glares at their fathers. "Yes, I found out very recently. Now we can discuss this later! I have other patients to see!"

All three of the heroes object vehemently, and Damian is forcefully moved to the Watchtower. Any injured heroes are brought up to him.

Jon finally focuses on the invasion, even if his Dad gives him odd looks.

After clean up and Damian patcheing up his brothers (who once again try to hide their injuries from him), a very serious looking Batman walks into the medbay where Nightengale and Nightwing are trying to get a very stubborn Red Robin to rest.

"You're pregnant, and you didn't tell me!"

Dick and Tim turn to their brother in shock.

"Damian what the fuck!" Dick screams while Tim looks at the drip in his arm suspiciously.

"I found out last week. I'm only 9 weeks along. I wasn't going to tell anyone for another three weeks at least!"

Dick clutches his imaginary pearls.

Bruce looks like he swallowed a lemon at the confirmation. "You still went out on the field in your condition?"

"You asked me to! I was there for med support, and I was perfectly safe." Damian runs a hand over his stomach subconsciously.

Bruce is having a full-blown crisis now and it would be funny if Damian wasn't so nervous.

Bruce stops suddenly as something occurs to him. "Whose the father?"

Damian grits his teeth. "Take a wild guess, Batman!"

Just as Dick, Tim, and Bruce open their mouths to reply. Both Supermen enter the medbay.

"Sugar! Everything okay? Do you need to sit down?" Jon runs over to the increasingly irritated doctor, checking his abdomen with x ray vision before sighing and nuzzling his boyfriends neck like an affectionate dog.

"Well, that answers that question, doesn't it." Tim remarks in as Dick and Bruce stare at the two in growing horror.

"Jonathan, I am fine!"

"I'm so glad!" The kryptonitian kissing Damians forehead and resting a hand on his stomach.

The quiet is interrupted by a sobbing Clark Kent. "I'm going to be a grandad!" No doubt listening to the second heatbeat coming from Damian.

Damian thinks 'like father like son.'

Clarks' words seem to break Bruce out of his shock. He starts smiling at his youngest son only to frown when he sees how Jon has attached himself to Damian.

It's Dick who asks the dreaded question, "How long have you two been together? And why didn't you tell me Dami?!"

Jon, who is distracted by trying to meld them together, apparently, makes the very stupid decision and answers, "A little over two months!"

Damian resists the urge to face palm as his family does the very simple math.

The gathered bats start to glare again.

"What." Dick says, his voice deceptively calm.

"We started dating two months ago."

"Habibi, shut up. Now."

"So you just impregnated my son?!" Bruce starts striding forward reaching for his utility belt.

"It was an accident!" Jon backs away.

"Obviously." Seethes Tim, already on his com, no doubt informing the rest of the bats of the price that's now on Jons head. Dick looks ready to join Bruce in beating him with kryptonite.

Jon looks to his own father for help, but Clark is too busy still crying in the corner.

Damian steps between the two quickly. "A happy accident! Jon and I are very excited. You're going to have a grandchild, Father." Damian looks at his father pleadingly.

It seems to work because all of Bruce's attention goes to Damian, and he melts.

"I know, habibi. I'm very happy, but you're so young."

"You adopted Richard at my age. And he was an entire child."

Batman concedes the point.

The rest of their family are called to the Manor, so Damian can get telling the rest of them over with. Because for people with secret identities, they're the biggest gossips.

The Kents cry (it's a family trait) and are very excited. Lois hugs Damian in joy and offers tips on handling being pregnant with a kryptonitian. Kon makes some very crude jokes that Ma Kent smacks him over the head for.

Kara explains the traditional rites for children on Krypton and starts planning a naming ceremony with Clark almost immediately. Damian is touched and shares his own traditions from his childhood that are a mix of Chinese and Arabic. All four discuss how to meld them at length.

Jon is just so full of love that he can't contain it.

Pa Kent does take his grandson aside to tell him that he is happy, but Jon has got to be responsible for his family now. Damian and his child deserve the best.

Jon agrees wholeheartedly but blushes when Ma tells him off for getting Damian pregnant so quickly and that she expects to see a ring at some point.

The bats are no less enthused. They are all very happy for Damian, of course, but after the hugs and offers of support, they glare at Jon and non too subtly check their personal kryptonite stashes.

Bruce actually smiles now that he has had time to process, talking about the trust fund, education fund, and other insurance he has already set up for the baby. (How he had the time to do so no one knows.)

While Damian is distracted trying to pry himself from a weeping Dick Grayson and overexcited Stephanie, Alfred delivers the most polite but terrifying list of his expectations ever.

When Jon nods along and promises that he is not going anywhere and has been in love with Damian for years, only then does the elderly butler smile.

(Jon once again wonders what Alfred did before joining Wayne Manor. Because he has faced villains less scary.)

Damian spends hours trying to convince his father that no, he is not going to move back into the Manor while he's pregnant or when the baby comes. (Bruce builds him a nursery anyway, just in case. His other children roll their eyes.)

When Talia finds out, she declares war on every kryptonitian as payback for Jonathan Kent 'defiling' her baby. The fight only ends when Damian steps in and promises that Talia is welcome to visit as long as she stops trying to kill his in-laws.

Talia, then, rather quickly gets into a buying war with Bruce. Not that they tell Damian after he gave out to them both about the silk baby clothes he received.

All gifts will be delivered when the baby is born and he can't say no.

During the next few months, when Damian starts to show. Many people who knew Damian when he was younger and had not taken to the time to observe anything or get to know the boy at all offer Jon and Bruce condolences on Damians pregnancy hormones and tell the young Super advice on being patient with his crazy partner.

They quickly have to deal with a very angry Super and Batman. The Watchtower learns to never speak of Nightengale in anything close to a negative ever again. Most still shiver at the memories, made worse when the rest of the bats find out what was said.

What they don't realise is that Damian is actually the patient one.

Jon panicks at every little development and spends nine months trying to serve his every whim even if Damian doesn't say anything!

Damians co-workers hold a baby shower and Jon is threatened by an army of nurses in bright pink scrubs to do right by their favourite young doctor.

And when Jon isn't there, the rest of his family is!

The rest of the Supers and Bats are overprotective and clingy to the extreme.

Dick practically moves in despite Damian changing the locks.

Cassandra especially enjoys feeling the baby kick.

Tim does way too much research, Jason goes crazy buying books, and Stephanie tries to convince them to paint the nursery purple.

Duke starts a betting pool. And Jon is pretty sure Kon is fighting the bats to win the best uncle already.

Damian does not have a moment of peace.

At least his boyfriend is willing to fly halfway across the world to get him a very specific dumpling he is craving at 3am.

His father is still campaigning for him to move home, going so far as to bribe him with a puppy.

When Jon gets called away on a two week mission while Damianis is in his third trimester, the man seriously considers giving up being a hero.

Clark is just about able to convince him not to, but strict paternity leave for all heroes is negotiated.

While his partner is gone, Damian does move to the Manor temporarily because Alfred promises to feed him.

Bruce tries everything to get him to stay after Jon is back. It almost works.

When Damian goes into labour a week early, you would swear he was actively dying with how Jon reacted.

[reginaofdoctorwho]

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[spidersoulss]

His Girl

Pairing: Dbf!Joel Miller x F!Reader, no out-break, Joel is in his 30’s and reader is in her late 20’s

Summary: You and Joel have been a thing in private, not wanting people, or more specifically your dad, to find out. Things have been going great…until a new neighbor rolls into town. 

Warnings: Angst, insecure reader, jealous reader, oblivious joel, eventual fluff

Word Count: 2,187

A/N: My first time writing some angst seriously, I hope I did justice. Thank you to Anon for requesting this! @disabilitymissunderstood hope you all enjoy!!

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You were cooling off in the backyard of your fathers house, dipping your feet in the inground pool with a drink in your hand. It was the middle of summer and your father wanted to throw a little get together cookout type thing. He invited half the neighborhood; your dad was quite popular in your little town. 

You recognized mostly everyone, mostly Joel. he nonchalantly walked over to where you were lounging, trying to hide the smirk on his face. You peered up at him through your sunglasses, “hey stranger” you smirked, earning a chuckle from him. “Hey yourself” he said. 

-Joel and you have been dating for about five months now. Your only rule was to keep it under wraps, due to the fact that you were scared of people being weirded out by the age gap between you two. It wasn't even that big of a deal, you were a grown adult in her late 20s, and Joel was 36. He had been more than willing to agree when you brought up your father. God forbid he finds out his best friend is dating his little girl, who's not so little anymore.-

You huff a laugh and grin up at him in all his glory. He sits down beside you, with some given space. “You enjoyin’ the cookout?” you ask, taking a sip of your drink. He nods, “yeah it's good, real good” he puts some emphasis on the last two words as his eyes rake over your body and you scoff, throwing him a look. He laughs and nudges you. “This texas heat is gettin to you aint it” you joke and he shrugs, “it's not just the heat” he pushes, a cheesy smile plastered on his handsome face.

You roll your eyes and bite back a grin. “Watch yourself Miller” you warn half heartedly. He throws his hands up in feigned surrender. Your father calls him over to join in on his conversation, Joel gives you a wink and wanders over to them. You sigh as you watch the ripples in the pool water.

This would be so much easier if you two went public, but it's sort of fun to keep it on the low. Even if you hate keeping things from your father. He's been so good to you, he deserves to know. But you just can't bring yourself to tell him. Lord knows what it would do to him. 

You absentmindedly stare at Joel as he converses with the neighbors. You see a woman, maybe a bit older than him, walk over. You haven't seen her before, she must have just rolled into town. She's pretty, albeit. Definitely looking good for her age, long shiny hair and a killer smile. You watch as she walks over to where Joel is, a strange unwelcoming feeling starts bubbling up in your chest. You push it down with another sip of your drink.

Joel is of course being his usual friendly self, and the woman is leaning into it a bit too much to your liking. Laughing at all his jokes, being touchy and flirty. He doesn't seem to notice her motive. You get up with a frustrated huff and walk inside the house. Joel takes notice of this and excuses himself from the conversation.

You shouldn't feel this way, of course women are going to flirt with him, he's Joel. And you two aren't public, no one knows about the relationship you share behind closed doors. It still doesn't feel good. He's yours, and you're his. He promised you that day one. 

Everyone is outside enjoying the cookout. You're standing in your fathers kitchen, filling yourself a glass of ice water. You hear the back door open and close, you know it's Joel. You sigh to yourself and take a swig of the water. “You all good in here sweetheart?” he asks, you fake a smile and nod. “Yeah everything is great” you say. He nods and steps closer to you. 

“Who was that lady, I don't think I recognize her” you ask calmly, Joel of course thinks nothing of it. “Hm? Oh yeah, she just moved down the street, said her name was Caroline” he informs you, you nod and cross your arms, leaning against the counter. “That's cool, she seems nice” you say, silently pinching yourself to push down the jealousy boiling within. 

“Yeah she's sweet, I offered to help her finish moving in tomorrow” your eye twitches and you sip your drink, chewing on an ice cube. Sweet? Is he serious? “That's nice of you” your tone is short, he catches onto this and raises a brow “You sound upset baby” he asks with some concern. “No! No i'm not upset, it's great that you offered to help, i'm sure Caroline feels so good about that” you huff. Joel squints his eyes in suspicion but raises no further questions. He does not want to argue with you in your fathers kitchen. 

“Yeah, you wanna come along?” he offers, “no i'm okay, i've got..yardwork to do tomorrow” you come up with an excuse. You do not want to be around Joel and another girl who is potentially interested in him. That would not go over well with you. You'd rather sit angry in your bedroom. 

“Ah okay, sure” he smiles softly before turning on his heel and walking out back into the crowd in the backyard. You slump as soon as he leaves, huffing to yourself and running a hand over your face. You catch a glimpse of him back in conversation with Caroline. You decide you don't want to be here any longer. 

You at least say bye to your father, grabbing your stuff and doing a half assed irish goodbye. The drive home is filled with too many thoughts running through your head. You're an overthinker at heart, it never comes in handy. It's a short drive to your house, you live just down the block, Joel's house is a few more down. You step out of the car and notice the U-Haul van in the driveway next to Joel's house. Great, so great, she's his next door neighbor. This is perfect.

Your eye twitches again and you storm inside, flopping down on the couch and turning the tv on to distract yourself. It doesn't work, all you can think about is how this woman is for sure plotting to take Joel away from you. 

You think Joel would favor this woman, Caroline, more than you. I mean why wouldn't he, she's his age, pretty, friendly and sparks up great conversation. He obviously likes her too, leaning into her small arm touches and smiling at her for a second too long. God why do you have to do this to yourself, he obviously loves you, plus youre dating in secret, you could at least be understanding. You wouldn't want people suspecting Joel was dating. 

On the other hand you want people to suspect, you don't want anyone taking him away from you. A part of you thinks you're not mature enough for Joel, he's told you before that you have your whole life ahead of you, why spend it with him? You didn't care, you wanted to be with him. He made you feel so special, like you're the only girl in a room full of people. 

But then you saw him with that woman, making her feel how he makes you feel. Maybe it's a Joel thing, he's always friendly with everyone, why is this any different? You fall asleep, angry on the couch, stirring in your thoughts that you wish would just shut the fuck up. 

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The next day you wake up from the worst sleep of your life. Looking outside you actually do think you should do some yard work. You throw on some clothes you don't care to get dirty and head outside into the Texas heat. 

While tending to your front garden, your attention is turned to down the street. You see Joel helping Caroline finish moving. Lips are moving but you have no idea what they're talking about. She lets out a hearty laugh and Joel seems proud of himself. You grunt to yourself and throw your garden tools down, one of them hits your foot and cuts it. You yelp in pain and grab your foot.

Who the hell does yardwork barefoot? You apparently…stupid. (i don't mean that 😔). You walk awkwardly back inside, cursing at yourself, and at Caroline…and Joel. angry tears well up in your eyes, you are so full of emotions right now and the only reasonable way to deal with it is to just cry. It works wonders…most of the time. 

The cut is deeper than you think and you groan loudly. You do not want to deal with anything today. 

The doorbell rings and you jump slightly. You're not expecting any company right now. You haphazardly wrap your bloody foot and go to open the door.

“Joel?” you're honestly surprised he showed up. “Hey darlin’, mind if I-” he notices your badly wrapped foot and frowns, “what happened to your foot?” he asks concern etched in his tone. You laugh awkwardly, “ah its uh..its nothing, why are you here?” you ask, not meaning to sound as cold as you did. “What, am I not allowed to visit my favorite girl?” he grins. 

How can you be mad at him when he talks to you like that. You let him in and plop on the couch, he joins you. “Great job at bandaging that, you should go into the medical field” he jokes and you scoff, biting back a smirk. “Shut up, it's temporary” you excuse. He chuckles to himself and gets up, wandering to your bathroom, coming back with proper aid for your wounded foot. 

He kneels down in front of you, taking your foot gently. He unwraps the bandage and frowns when he sees the cut. “You gonna tell me how this happened sweetheart?” he asks, wetting a pad with alcohol. You sigh and press your lips into a thin line. “Yardwork” you admit, “yard work?” he repeats and you nod. “You were doing yard work barefoot?” he asks, a worried smirk on his face. “Yep, I know it's stupid” you shake your head and he grunts, dabbing the wound with the alcohol soaked cotton pad. 

You wince slightly at the sting, “i'm sorry baby” your heart clenches in your chest. “I threw the garden tools on the ground…and one of them hit my foot” you admit, looking down at your wound. Joel frowns, “why'd you do that?” he asks. 

You furrow your brows and fidget with your hands. You've always been one for communication, it would be stupid to keep this from him and let the jealousy and anger fester into something more. 

You sigh before looking at him with a hint of shame in your eyes, “I saw you helping Caroline move into her house, and you looked so happy with her and I got upset…” you finally tell him, he looks confused and you continue speaking before he can say anything. “The way she was acting at the cookout yesterday, all flirty, and you- you didn't do anything about it you just- i don't know, you were so nice to her and-” you groan softly as you frown, “and i thought you were starting to like her because she's, yknow, your age” 

Joel goes to speak but you keep going. “I thought that she wanted you, and I'm younger than you and not as mature? I don't know, I sound stupid.” You cover your face with your hands and he sighs heavily. “Oh sweetheart” he rubs comforting circles on your calf. “Baby I had no idea, I'm so sorry I made it seem that way” he apologizes. 

“I just wanted to be a friendly neighbor, I had no other intentions, and I truly thought she was just being friendly, not flirty- I'm sorry sweetheart, I should've noticed,” he goes on. You smile softly at him and he smiles back, quickly finishing your bandage. 

He returns to his spot next to you on the couch. He pulls you close and you wrap your arms around him, breathing in his scent. He smells like wood and whiskey. Your favorite smell on him. Joel rubs your back and kisses the top of your head. 

“Hey, look at me” he gently grabs your chin, you look at him with glossy eyes. “You are the only one for me, okay? I don't care that you're younger than me, and I don't care about her. I love you and you only sweetheart” he reassures you and you hug him tightly, pressing your face into his chest. “I love you too” you say softly. 

He presses kisses to the top of your head, to your cheeks and finally your lips. All your worries melt away when his lips meet yours. 

You know he loves only you, you know he wants only you. You are more than content with that because you feel the same way about him.

[peanutalergy]

Saw you asking for requests^^ been thinking about spencer and his fear of dogs, what about reader who had a dog before they met and the dog like, saved her from some sort of assault so shes obviously very attached. The dog is really well trained and stuff, but hes still a bit afraid of it?

Idk i just see cat dad spence all the time and i love dogs sooo

tags: fluff, established relationship, bau!reader, I totally pictured this as early season spencer, mentions of death related to dog attacks

w/c: 1k

a/n: I'm so so so insanely sorry for having taken so long to do this req and also for not having posted much recently, school's been killing me and I'm just not doing too well, but whatever I'm sorry. also I don't know if this is exactly what you meant sorry if it's not. ALSO I've never had a dog before, so I'm sorry if this is out of... character... for the... dog..?

“why have i never been to your apartment?” your boyfriend asks as you walk out the bullpen, having just made plans to drive you both to his, “you're over at my place all the time, but you've never let me come over. why is that?”

“i have a dog, spence.” you answer, wrapping a hand around his arm and leaning your head on his shoulder as soon as the elevator doors close in front of you.

“i've seen the fur all over your sweaters, i know you do. why would that be a problem?”

“she's a hundred pound rottweiler and you were scared of petting a baby golden retriever a while ago.”

“i wasn't scared. i was just… careful. do you know how many accidents happen each year because of poorly trained large dogs?”

“that poor puppy clearly wouldn't have been able to hurt you if he tried his very best. you were scared.”

“people really shouldn't trust puppies as much as they do. they're rarely ever as well trained as adult dogs can be, and their size doesn't–”

“that's why i didn't think you should meet cupcake, honey.” you cut him off gently with a small chuckle.

“she's named cupcake?”

“yeah, like, formally. but we just call her baby or something, no one does the full name.”

“you do realize that dog is able to kill you at any given point, right? rottweilers are one of the most dangerous dog breeds in the world. she's almost your size, and her name is cupcake?”

you look at him with a smile as you start walking towards the parking lot, “i could also kill you at any given point. doesn't mean i can't be cute like that.”

“you couldn't kill me with your teeth like a dog could.”

“don't be silly, sweetheart. she's the biggest sweet little baby in the world. she'd never kill me or anyone i don't seem to not trust.”

“oh, so you do think it's okay for me to meet her?”

“well, no, i didn't say that. she wouldn't attack you, i just think you'd be scared for your life.”

“i wouldn't. i'm not scared, i won't be. please, i want to meet her.”

before you can deny again, he looks at you with those big, brown, pleading eyes, and a pout to which you can't say no, that face that scares you if you think about what it could get you to do.

with a roll to your eyes as you get into the car, you start telling him the directions to your apartment—he already knew and remembered them from when he'd pick you up or drop you off and you'd never let him in, but he wouldn't point that out when you'd cut off what you were talking about to say oh, take the left right here.

even though you want to not like this, to not want him to be in a situation you know he's fearful of, you can't help but find it heartwarming. spencer reid, your favorite man, meeting your favorite girl, in your apartment, your favorite place, for the very first time.

it's exciting, and it only got more so when you start telling him about how and when and where and why you got cupcake, and all the funny or sweet things she does.

“how do you even sleep with a dog that big?” he asks with a chuckle after you tell him about how cuddly she is.

“uncomfortably so.”

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turning your key on the lock, cupcake's excitement is audible from outside, her long nails hitting the floor as she walks around in front of the door and pants loudly, waiting for you to come in.

as soon as you're inside, the poor dog is running up to you, trying to lick kiss all over your face when you kneel down in front of her to pet her. meanwhile, spencer stands in the hallway, awkwardly clutching his bag strap as he watches you and the dog in visible fear.

“come in, sweetheart.” you say to him while you laugh, not looking back at him, but knowing he's afraid of walking in, “she won't even mind you, i swear.”

almost falling back as you get attacked by her kisses before you stand up and turn to look at him, she sits at your feet while you pat her head and give him a smile.

despite you pretending not to be bothered by it, some part of you is, too, now actually scared of your dog lashing out and attacking him like he said she would. she's always been so sweet to your friends when you have girl nights, but just like her mother (you), she doesn't trust men.

spencer takes a careful step toward the door, and when she notices his presence, cupcake stares at him for a moment during which you're foolishly convinced she's about to jump at him.

however, when you look down at her with a smile and take his hand as he walks in, she immediately relaxes and it's clear that whatever threat she saw coming from him isn't there anymore. within a second, she's at his legs, panting again as she begs for his own attention.

almost stumbling over her, he walks into the apartment completely so that you can close the door, and he chuckles as she follows him to the couch, “i'm suprised she hasn't started barking yet.”

you go to sit down next to him after locking the door, but cupcake takes your spot at his left before you can even try it. instead, you sit at his other side with a scoff after he mumbles, “dogs never like me like this.”

he awkwardly gives her the pats she's so desperately begging for, petting her head in the same way a kid sits at the oven and tries to cook something while mom watches so no one gets burnt, “well, she's never really liked any man before, so i'm surprised, too.”

“i've never had any sort of animal be so eager about me before.” he mutters as you lie your head on his shoulder.

you let out a small hum in response, giving one side of her face gentle scratches as he does the same to the other side.

“she trusts you because she knows i do, i guess.” you say after a beat, looking at the two of them with a small smile, “loves you almost as much as her mommy does.”

he glances back at you with a flustered chuckle, shaking his head before looking back at the dog who's just laid her own head on his lap.

“and she seems to see you as her daddy, now, so...” you add softly with another quiet giggle, “i'm afraid you'll have to become a pet dad, as well.”

“mm, not complaining”

after that day, it was only a matter of time before he moved in with you two, and from then on, you weren't the only one cursed with the fur-filled sweaters, and he became a bit less afraid of all the other large animals he was previously terrified of.

[jambalaya-enthusiast]

Just had another Jimmy thought...

If Curly had a daughter he would definitely introduce Jimmy as an uncle of sorts... Cutting it short once shes of age Uncle Jimmy about to get a whole lot creepier.

First he pulls you on his lap while He and your dad Curly are watching football or something, and you feel something but you dont say anything... but your dad needed to run to the store to grab some more beer. -Cupcake anon

Your own age.

Uncle! Jimmy x Curly's Daughter! Reader.

warnings: age gap(reader is an adult),toxic relationship themes, jimmy is a major creep, non-consensual touching. curly is an oblivious single father.

a/n; cupcake anon, you're a fucking genius. love you for sharing this prompt with me,hope I was able to do it justice!

It wasn't fun being a well respected captain's daughter. Especially after your mom left, your dad would leave for shipments for months on end,and you had to spend a good chunk of your childhood with nannies rather than your parents.

But that was when he came along,Jimmy... Or Jim,as your dad would call him. He was your dad's closest friend since childhood,and now he was gonna be... Living with the two of you? Your dad said that it was due to the shortage of leases on the market currently,but you know damn well it was because that jimmy person was just a broke guy.

"hey,so you're the daughter I keep hearing my friend talk about,huh?".

"uh yeah,my name is y/n".

"y/n huh? well that's a pretty name for a pretty little girl".

you did think it was strange as to how,Jimmy... or well,uncle jimmy as your dad advised you to call him, was so Frank and open minded with you,but you realised that's just how men in his situation were. Open-minded,and careless.

Uncle jimmy... was an interesting man to say the least,you hadn't really had the luck of having any fun 'relatives' for that matter so you thought this was the best as it was gonna get. Jimmy would offer you cigarettes. Something that your father had clearly mentioned in front of him was off limits for you.

"C'mon aren't you a big girl now? some rules are meant to be broken y'know?

"but dad would kill me if he ever found out..."

"it's alright,it will be our little secret".

All in all you started warming up to him,you thought that hey,this guy is already down on his luck,and he's also so fun to be around! wouldn't hurt to be friendly with him.

It didn't matter how unnecessarily long his hugs were,or how suffocating they were. he would always hug you so tight that you had to physically wriggle your way out of his grasp. on some occasions you could've sworn you heard him say something under his breath.

It didn't matter how he would stare at you for long periods of time if the two of you were in the same room,you thought maybe it's just a middle aged man thing

It didn't matter how during road trips,he would sit in the backseat beside you instead of sitting beside his best friend in the front. How somehow his hands would always find it's way to be on your thigh.

He was a fun guy after all! He lets you drink,smoke,and sneak out. Do all the things which your dad would have crucified you for.

Seeing both of you so close would have your dad asking you—

"wow you sure are having fun with uncle jimmy,huh? you guys seem to be close".

"yeah he's so cool! it's super fun to be around him".

"fun huh? Well im hoping it's a good kind of fun,honey".

But curly shouldn't be worried! His best friend was just taking care of his daughter... Right? He wouldn't do anything,wrong... Right? That much faith curly should have in his best friend... Should he not?

Your dad and uncle had a habit of watching football games during weekend nights,and you decided to join them one such night.

While watching the game,jimmy suddenly turned to you,and said.

'oi y/n, c'mere and sit" as he motioned towards his lap,he turned towards curly and said. "For old times sake,eh? You remember how I used to carry ya around? I'm feelin nostalgic".

Curly was already feeling tipsy from the 3rd pint of beer he was chugging,so he just laughter and said "haha,you guys are so adorable!".

Albeit,a strange request,you decided to do as your uncle asked anyway,and you went to him and plopped on his lap. No matter his lanky figure,he was still strong enough to carry your weight. So he had no problem in adjusting himself to have you sir on his lap while still getting a comfortable view of the ongoing game.

everybody was focusing on the game,but you,your focus was on something else entirely,all the while you were sitting on his lap, you could feel Jimmy's hot breath on your shoulder,how his left hand was rested at your side,firmly placing a grip, you could feel his heart beating, and you don't know what got over you,but you decided to do something risky, somthing vulgar which you hadn't even properly processed in your mind.

You grinded against him just a little,and that was enough to get his heart beating 10 times faster,you could practically feel his breath hitch,and him letting out the quietest groan. And you felt something hard between you legs,you realised that you had just gotten him rock hard. you felt accomplished for some reason. But that's when your dad decided to drop off the bomb.

"wait,fuck we're out of beer,jimmy look after y/n while I make a quick trip to the store to get few more".

"you got it boss".

You knew that it was wraps the moment your dad walked out the front door and closed it behind him. You blinked and suddenly you were pinned down onto the sofa, your uncle had both your hands pressed firmly above your head,he stared at you like a wild animal on the prowl, hunting its prey.

"damn,I didn't know that you were so dirty, grinding against me like that,you know how 'fuckin hard it was for me to keep from moaning?,you deserve to get punished for it don't you think?".

• you intently stared him,not knowing what to do,excited yet scared of what he was going to do next.

And then without a warning,he smashed his lips against yours,into a rough, messy, hungry kiss. he tasted like liquor with a hint of cigarettes,the cheap brand which he smokes all the time. His tongue was wildly exploring every inch of your mouth, he felt like an animal in heat.

then in between the kiss he said, "you don't know how long I've been wanting to do this,kid".

you already knew that this was going to be quick as your dad would be back from the store in no time,but you also knew,that this was the beginning of something,very long, something very vulgar. and even though it might be wrong,you felt eager,you felt excited. you were looking forward to whatever was going to happen next.

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Oh Baby | Lewis Hamilton mini series

part one.

word count: 7.7k

Warnings: smut, absolute filth. breeding kink

Lewis can't help but want to give his best friend everything she desires. she can have whatever she wants.

You were Lewis' best friend; the world knew it. The world also saw that he admired you in a way he hadn't anyone else.

You'd been in Lewis' life since the two of you were literal babies. Your dad was best friends with Anthony, Lewis' father, so in a way, you two were destined to be the best of mates. 

Sometimes, Lewis wishes he had the chance to meet you organically, but as quickly as that thought flickers through his mind, it is pushed away just as fast.

He would've been alone as a kid if you had come later in his life. But still, meeting you later would've changed the trajectory of your guy's relationship. He wouldn't be stuck in the constant lock of just being your "best friend."

He would continue to stick out his role and push through his torture if it meant you keeping him around.

Since you were kids, you two have been joined at the hip. You were always there to defend him at school when the bullies got to him. You were always down to follow his dreams with him, even if it meant convincing your dad to let you ride with his family to watch him go-karting in the sweltering heat. You were always there. 

You still are, and maybe that's what's got his heart thrumming in his chest as he watches you dance with his brother Nicholas. The two of your hands are entwined as you sway to the music blasting from the speakers.  

As Nicholas twirls you around, your eyes meet Lewis for a brief second, and you smile at him before you are faced with his brother again. You joke with Nicholas as the two of you dance, your head constantly turning to check on Lewis.

He loves how his family is your own and vice versa. He loves how you treat his brother with the same tender love and care that he does. He can't help but to admire everything you do, even if it's just including his brother in something as simple as dancing.

You give him a curious look as you sway with Nicholas. He only grins in return, raising his glass at you. He sees your eyes fleet over his shoulder, and then your mouth pierces together in a knowing smile. You tilt your head to motion behind him, and when he turns to follow your orders, he sees Laura approaching. 

When he turns back to you, you are no longer dancing wildly with his brother but sitting comfortably with your friends, accepting the shot Miles pours for you. 

Lewis shakes his head, turning to greet Laura. He shouldn't feel disappointed and he shouldn't feel an emptiness wallow in his gut at the mere fact that he can't watch you sway in the night. His girlfriend, (if you could even call her that), was approaching and he should be glad to see her, but he can't help but to relish in the fact that'd he'd rather observe you from a distance than be in her presence.

"Hey baby!" she cheers. " I'm sorry I'm late. I got hung up at the agency."

"S'fine." He smiles, embracing the hug. "Let's grab you a drink and then settle in with everyone."

Meanwhile you are trying your best to tame your friends and their instantly sour moods. "C'mon y'all. Be nice to the girl."

"Nice?" Whitney scoffs. "I don't like that lil' girl."

"Whit." You scold, "She's not for us to like; as long as Lew likes her, we support them, yeah?" 

"Whatever," Miles piques up, "She not good enough for my guy?"

Always the wiser one, you shoot miles with a frown that shows your agreeance: "We can think that, but who are we to decide for him? Lew's not an idiot. When the time comes to make the right call, he'll make it, yeah?"

"Yeah." Daniel says, "But the only right call would be you."

You smack your teeth, reaching for another shot. "Here this nigga go on his shit again."

The table erupts in laughter just as Lewis approaches with Laura.

"Guys, you all remember Laura?"

"Do we?" Whit scoffs under her breath, downing a shot. The group breaks into fits of sniggering. You eye them with a look that screams, Act right! before turning to face Lewis and Laura in your seat.

"Laura, hi! girl!" You dragged.

Once again, you shoot your eyes across the group; one by one, they all push out fake ass hellos or a mumbled What's up.

Lew watches on as you turn to him, smiling. He can't help it as his own grows wider.

After the phony greeting, Lewis drags Laura to sit with him. The only open spot is the two-seater across from you. 

Conversation is ablaze in the midst of the circle. You lean forward chatting with Laura for a while since no one else bothered. Lewis has his arm thrown over her shoulder but he is watching you. Like always.

"Oh, so you planned this gathering?" Laura questions.

"Isn't it obvious?" You joke. "Lew could never." You motion to the lights and grand decor located around the yard.

"Oh, please." Lewis smacks his teeth.

"Admit it, Lew. It's my thing. Tell me I did good."

"You did great." He smirks, leaning back, his legs spread in a way that has you ready to drool.

You divert your eyes, sitting back in your own seat.

"Y/N's so domestic, it's giving wife."

You squint your eyes at Whit, giving her the ultimate stink face.

"You're always going to be the stepmum to us Laura. We can't separate mum and dad." Mori speaks up.

There was an ongoing joke in your friend group that had been circling for years. You and Lewis were Mum and Dad, you two paired together so well that it was like watching the perfect marriage. Your friends referred to you as each others "hubby" and "wifey".

Still, your friends were beginning to get out of pocket, and you turned to Lewis expecting him to put an end to their shenanigans like any good dad would. He only smiles at you his eyebrows wiggling in a playful manner.

You feel your cheeks burn as he doesn't deny it.

"She is quite domestic, would make the perfect wife." Miles piques up from beside Lewis.

It's a scheme that you two were left out of, a plan made to force you two to realize your feelings for each other.

His words trinkle into Lewis' mind. He's always thought you'd make the perfect wife. He's thought about marrying you seriously plenty of times. It's also been a childhood dream of his to make it official, especially after having your own wedding ceremony at the playground under the monkey bars, commemorated by strawberry ring-pops and sand confetti that had both of your parents grumbling as they scrubbed your scalps clean that night.

He's only ever told Miles this, but he wishes he never got seriously involved that first time at all. He thinks he did it out of pure irrationality. You had your first serious boyfriend, and Lewis thought well shit. To him it seemed as though you'd never be that into him. So he spent seven years on and off with a woman he was unsure about when all he really wanted was you. He's wasted so much time.

He thinks back to the times where distance sprouted between you two. Nicole didn't like how close the two of you were, and you respected it even if he didn't want you to. He feels a bit like a dickhead thinking of all the times he lied to his ex telling her you were nothing more than a friend to him. It was obviously a lie. If it wasn't a lie he wouldn't have spent majority of his relationship trying to make you realize what it was you were missing. Hint: it obviously didn't work, or you'd be the girl under his arm right now.

"I'll be back in a few," you announce, standing from your seat. I'm going to go do my rounds. Give Lew a break." Lewis' stare was beginning to get intense, you could feel your little resolve crumbling the longer her stared into your soul.

He watches you stroll over to his dad and your dad, stepping in between them and wrapping your arms around their waist. He can't read your lips but can tell that whatever you said had the two doubled over in laughter. You pat their backs, trekking over to your next target.

You're a little ways away, refilling wine glasses at the "mum table." His mum has you saying something that leads to you smooching the top of her head as you pass by. You set the bottle on the table before suspiciously eyeing your mother and opting to pull it to the other end. Lewis lets out a chuckle, watching your antics.

It'd been awkward silence covering the group like a blanket since you'd left. Everyone watching Lewis, watch you.

You had convinced Lew to buy this house, practically begged him all of those years ago. "Lew, the backyard," you had marveled, hands outstretched at your sides. "Imagine hosting out here." You had gone on a rant, dragging him across each area of the yard and throwing out ideas for gatherings that didn't even exist.

He closed the deal that same day. He was glad he listened to you as he watched you light some sparklers for the group of kids. He watches you crouch down to his nephew's level, pressing him against your front as you direct the sparkler into his hand. 

He couldn't see your face but could tell you were muttering words of encouragement into his ear. 

You stand with a proud grin when he twirls the stick around confidently. 

You turn as a small child tugs on your dress, "I'm thirsty, Auntie y/n/n."

You coo, picking up your friend's child. "Hi, mama! let's fix that for you." You pop her onto your hip, waltzing into the house from the open patio doors. She runs out moments later, a juice box snug in her hands. You follow after, arms full of the very same juice.

You crouch down as the children huddle around you. You poke each straw through the hole before passing them out one by one.

"Look at Mama Bear." Whit laughs as her eyes follow Lewis' line of sight. He is watching you with a smile and that classic sparkle in his eye that he always seems to have when it comes to you.

"She'd make a great mum, huh?" Lewis rasps out. 

You're back at the fire pit before you know it.

"Yeah, Mori, you should totally let me kidnap your child next weekend."

"Have her girl, she's all yours." She scoffs, "badass little girl."

The group laughs, but Lewis can't help but notice the gloom flash over your face before it quickly washes away.

He knows about your desire to have a family. He remembers how you opened up to him about it after your last relationship ended, and you took it worse than you ever had before.

He remembers that day like it was yesterday.

You were a drunken, blubbering mess, sitting on his couch with puffy eyes and a blotchy face. "Ugh!" you groaned, reaching for the bottle to pour yourself another glass. He beats you to it, pulling it away and setting it down on the table at the end of the couch.

"Hey," he coos, his hand pulling you into his side as your lip wobbles. You can't help the outburst of tears for what feels like the 100th time.

"Let's talk about it, yeah? That might help a bit."

You had been friends for so long, and not once had he seen you this distraught. In fact, you were the one comforting him most of the time.

"I hate him," you whined, reaching up to cover your face. He got me over here looking stupid."

"Hey," he pulls your hand down, still holding you against him, just holding your hand down at your side as well. "Don't be embarrassed for feeling, ain't that what you tell me?"

"Yeah," you shudder.

"Now, talk to me."

"I wanted kids. I don't think i'm that hurt about him you know?" you don't give him time to answer, "I just feel like I'm not meant to be with someone, like love is not for me. Sometimes it seems like everyone has a person out there for them but me. I want a family of my own. I love my family and yours, but it's different." you cry harder then.

"I want a human to love unconditionally, I want babies, and I want to be a mom; I would make a great mumma."

"You would." He hums, his free hand coming up to wipe your face. You pull away turning to face him, your legs are crossed in front of you and he reaches forward grasping both of your hands in his. 

He has one leg propped under the other, and his body is turned to face you. The way he's looking at you makes you want to break down into another fit of tears. No one pays attention to you as much as Lewis.

"Is there something wrong with me?" You ask, and you sound so broken that Lewis is fighting off tears of his own.

"You're perfect." He assures, and his hold on your hands grows tighter. "There's someone out there who loves you whole. Through and through, you hear me? There's nothing wrong with you, just the wrong people you've come across. You're going to get all that you want one day. He was an idiot anyway. What happened anyway, huh? What made him-."

"I left him." you interrupted, "which is crazy that i'm crying over him this bad but I could feel a disconnect between us, we were too different, didn't have the same end goal."

"You know what's beautiful about this?"

You look up to him with a baffled expression to say what the actual fuck is beautiful about being an emotional mess. He chuckles, swiping one hand against your wet cheek, where he settles his palm to cup your face. 

"One day, when you get what you desire, you're going to appreciate it a whole lot more because of how much you had to go through to get it."

And if Lewis wasn't a scary idiot, he swore he'd given you a kid right there and then, hell, however many you wanted. He's always had a soft spot for you, giving you anything you could have remotely even thought about wanting. You mention wanting to visit Brazil, bam, you're on his private jet whisked away, you want a yard to throw family gatherings, the deed is signed. You complain about wanting specific cupcakes from your favorite bakery, he was out of town but it was nothing to have his assistant travel across town to place them at your door. The point is, he'd give you anything in a second. He's good for it and he'd give you his baby if you really truly wanted.

You look up to Lewis the same memory flowing through both of your minds, he shoots you a tiny smile, raising his glass in your direction. You return his expression sipping from your freshly filled wine glass. 

Your smile blows him away; he can never control the way his heart lurches; you'd think after years and years, your charm would lose its effect on him, but somehow, they grow stronger and stronger as each day passes by.

He doesn't know how long his group of friends sit around the fire pit laughing and chattering along (you including Laura every chance you get, seeing as your other friends seem to have forgotten she exists.) Before he knows it his father is approaching. "Son, there's a million sleeping kids all over your house, I think that's our queue to pack it up."

At that announcement you guys' friends begin to pack themselves up. Lewis says his goodbyes. The group sniggers as Anthony shoots a "Nice meeting you Lauren."

"He called me Lauren," she pouts, "and I've met him before."

"Don't pay it any mind," you speak up balancing an armful of empty glasses, "he's got a bad memory."

You scold your friends, shooing them off as Lewis apologizes to Lauren, Laura.

After a while the house is empty and you say the goodbyes in place of Lewis. As you load the dishwasher you see them bicker back and forth through the large window. 

You close the door, pressing start, deciding to stop evading their private conversation. You connect to Lewis' speaker, soft melodies bleeding through the house as you go room to room, collecting any foreign object that doesn't belong. You sit with Roscoe for a while after refilling his bowl, giving him kisses and rubs until his body vibrates with snores and then you are up and at it again finding anything to tidy.

You sing quietly to yourself you huff wiping the imaginary dust onto your dress. Just as you're going to sneak from the home, Lewis' voice halts you in your tracks.

"You're leaving?" His eyes are furrowed, and his face is scrunched up.

"I- uh yeah, I didn't know how long the two of you were going to be."

"You're not staying the night?"

Your eyes flicker between Lewis and Laura, "Um, no." you chuckle hoping he'd catch the hint.

As much as you loved Lewis and spending time with him, that love didn't cover listening to him fuck the brains out of his current fling.

"She's not staying," Lewis speaks up.

You are still frozen by the door, your hand holding onto the handle. You peek at Laura, her face covered in disdain.

Your mouth drops open and then closed, trying to figure out the words to articulate your desire to leave in order to avoid whatever weird tension is brewing.

"Bye, Lewis." Laura bites, her long legs striding past you quickly. You move to the side, and she slips through the door without saying so much as a word to you.

"Ooh," you whistle, watching as the door frame rattles from the intensity of the close.

"What's her problem?"

"Your friends are bitches Lew." He mocks in a whiny voice.

You laugh, clutching your chest, "They're a bit rude." 

"Yeah," he sighs.

"For good cause," you continue.

"Yeah."

"I mean, I don't like the girl either, but as long as you don't mind what she did then-."

"You staying." Lewis interrupts. He really didn't feel like talking about Laura, especially since he was alone in your presence for the first time today; it was all he wanted for his birthday.

It'd been three weeks since he last saw you, and while the two of you talked on the phone and texted every single day, it'd never compare to actually being in your space. 

You groan as he puckers out his bottom lip, giving you his signature puppy dog eyes that always seem to convince you to do whatever he's asking for.

"Only because it's your birthday, and these heels hurt my feet so much, I don't really think I can drive."

"Oh please," Lewis laughs, "don't act like you don't wanna spend time with me. Excuses, excuses, excuses."

You waddle over to him, grasping onto his waiting arm as you bend at your knees to free your aching feet from said heels.

He takes the shoes from your hand, leading you up the stairs. 

As the two of you approach his bedroom, you feel your excitement boil over.

When he opens the door, you speak up, "I figured what'd be a good gift for someone who literally has enough money to buy whatever he wanted. Then I remembered how much you miss home while you're away and came to the conclusion that money could never bring that kind of comfort."

Lewis sniffles as he looks at the array of gifts spread over his bed. 

There is a stuffed Roscoe and Coco, a scrapbook that you'd dug into the archives to fill, letters from his family, your family, your friends, and an array of letters from you. Flowers, because to you, he deserved his more than anyone walking. You'd recreated his favorite ever birthday gift to him, a knit cheetah that you had your grandma help crochet with you for weeks before his seventh birthday. It's safe to say the OG had gone through a lot over the years. And finally, his first helmet from his carting career. He remembers his parents not being able to afford his helmet after buying him a game console for his birthday.

He remembers how upset he was but understanding of his parent's situation. He also remembers you leaving his party that night, face set in as much determination as it could be for a kid. The next day, you popped up with your dad shoving a brand new helmet adorned in a purple sticky bow into his arms. It'd been so many years since he'd last seen the helmet; as a teen, he'd gotten rid of so many things he considered to be junk, the helmet being one. But the older he got, the more he realized just how sentimental stuff like that was.

"You don't understand how hard I had to search through my Granny's attic for that. She always figured you'd want that back one day, pulled it right out of your yard sale that day."

Off to the side were stacked shoe boxes, a box from his jeweler, and a few designer bags.

He throws his arms over your shoulders, pulling you into his chest; he nestles his head atop of yours before he cranes to press multiple kisses to your hairline. "You're my favorite person in the whole world, know that, right?" He rasps.

"You wrap your arms around his waist pulling him in closer. "I love you Lew, happy birthday. You deserve it all."

You don't know how long the two of you stand their wrapped in each other's embrace before you part. 

"You can shower in here; I'll hop in the guest."

"Unzip me?"

You turn giving him your back to face, you feel his hand reach up to gently swipe your hair over your shoulder, you shiver as his finger tips glide against the skin of your neck.

"I'm gonna unclip your necklace first," he announces, and his voice is raspier than usual. He gulps as he pinches at the golden clasp, reaching one hand around your front to catch the dainty piece of jewelry.

He places it into you waiting palm, and feels his hands get clammy as he holds onto your hip for leverage. Holding you into place as his other hand glides the zipper down your back. His mouth waters and his heart hammers at the sight of your glowy skin being reveled to him.

You hold the dress up at the front, staring at him from the mirror in the corner of his room. His eyes meet yours in the mirror and there is such a charged tension lingering between the two of you. There are no words spoken as the two of you revel in each others presence. Both of his hands are now on your hips as you fell yourself subtly lean back into him. His chains cool your back as you sink into him. 

You smile at him through the mirror, "I really did miss you, but I have to shower. I'm sweaty, and I've been chasing kids around all day."

He chuckles, nudging you away but not before leaning over your shoulder, craning his neck in order to place a lingering kiss on your cheek that is almost too close to the corner of your mouth.

"Go shower, stinky."

You roll your eyes, treading into the bathroom and closing the door. You let out a sigh you didn't know you were holding.

Fuck, it was so challenging yet so exhilarating being in Lew's presence when all you want to do is strip him bare and have your way with him.

You put those thoughts aside and turned on the shower.

When you're clean and dry, you exit the bathroom in your robe (Lewis always keeps an extra for you), where you see Lewis sprawled across the bed, clad only in a pair of boxers. He watches you as you stride past, his head lies against the bed turning to follow your movements. He watches you disappear into his closet and exit, covered in his Mercedes t-shirt that falls down your thighs.

He lulls away the inappropriate images flowing through his mind and instead focuses on the fact that you're wearing his shirt to bed rather than any selection of your clothing piled in his dressers or hanging in your section of his closet.

He makes no attempt to move as you crawl up the bed towards him.

The scene is an absolute vision; he feels blood rush to his member, and he has to use all of his willpower not to let out the lewd groan he's containing.

You only smile at him, and you look so fucking beautiful and innocent he swears if you stare at him for any longer, he'd say fuck it all and pull you down underneath him.

He starts a mental countdown, but before he reaches one, you are flipping onto your back, his arm serving as a pillow as you fit comfortably against his side.

You turn your head to the right, seeing the bottle of liquor in his hand. 

"Give me that." He passes it over, his lips turned up in a smirk.

You lift your head, taking a good bit down your throat before passing it back; he does the same.

"I've got to post you for your birthday!" You gasp excitedly. You two joke around as you upload to your pages.

y/u/n

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y/u/n my favorite holiday, happy birthday lewlew, i love you to the moon and back, although you love to move through life fast I am always happy to spend slow days like this together with you cheetah, thank you for the lifelong memories and for sticking by me, i love you like no other <3

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whitwhit mum and dad ❤️ happy birthday pops

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lewishamiton I love you more than life bunny, Thank you for today it was everything I needed.

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lewishamilton Another one 🎂 Always a blast spending time with the people I love. Blessed to see another year surrounded by those I love. Special shoutout to bunny for the impromptu birthday celebration, every year that passes I am reminded of how we've gone through life together, always. Can't wait to spend many more years surrounded by love and happiness, thank you for the birthday wishes.

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user the way his post is full of him and y/n as kids. they really grew with each other 🥹

y/u/n cakes and candles my guy i luv uuuu

morismith +1 dad 🥳 child of a happy and healthy marriage

You two laugh as you scroll through your friends' comments. Somewhere along the line of you two passing the bottle back and forth, you began your own game of twenty-one questions, extra juicy, seeing as you two already knew damn near everything about the other.

"Hmmm!" you light up, "take a shot, or tell me why Nicki called you a weird little guy." 

Lewis smacks his teeth but breaks into a fit of laughter as you turn over, propping your chin up against his arm. Your feet kick back and forth as you stare into him.

"You're messy." He declares, downing another shot.

You groan, reaching over his bare body to take the bottle. "And you're no fun."

"What's one thing you've never told anyone, including me? I mean deepest, darkest secret."

You hum again, allowing Lewis to reposition the two of you. Now he is rested against the headboard, and your head rests on his lap. You let out a gentle moan when his fingers begin to rub against your scalp—his member twitches in his boxers.

"Answer the question." He demands his hands, pushing your head forward slightly to avoid the feel of his growing penis.

Your eyes bore into his, and he could see you fighting to decide whether to tell him or not. He almost tells you to take your shot until the words tumble from your plush lips.

"I used to have the biggest crush on you for the longest time, like probably was in love with you." You admit. Your eyes never leave his and it has his heart beating rapidly in his chest. He feels many questions running through his mind and they want to tumble out like an avalanche but like the relaxed person he is, he plays it cool.

"yeah, and what happened to these feelings, bunny?"

You smile at the nickname, rolling your eyes as you scoff. Lewis always picked at your cute persona as a kid, calling you as sweet and timid as a bunny, the bunny teeth also didn't help.

"You almost got married," you answered. "Realized that a childhood crush was just that, I let it simmer for so long that I made it seem realistic. When you started considering taking things further, I think I closed that book, locked that door, and threw away the key. It was easy when you left her and started running rabid like a fucking dog." you snort.

He laughs with you, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. "You calling me a slut?"

"If the condom fits." You tease. 

He rolls his eyes, but deep down inside, he is in shambles over the chance with you that he's missed. And he's regretting every decision that led up to you losing those feelings for him. "Next question."

You're staring deep into his soul with those sparkly eyes again and he can't help but return the same lovey eyes back. He always feels like this with you, wholly enamored and floored by anything that you do. 

You look so sweet and perfect that he doesn't expect the question that falls from your lovely mouth. "What's your favorite kink, like what's something that you do during sex that has you absolutely ready to go berserk?"

"You got a dirty mind, bunny." He teases, two fingers tapping against your temple.

"I've got a breeding kink, I think." He doesn't go into full detail, describing how he discovered it years ago when out shopping with you, and you passed through the baby aisle to shop for his newborn niece at the time. He doesn't describe how his pants tightened at the sight of you holding up cute little onesies or how his mind wandered to you laying spread out in his bed, being pumped full of his cum and loving it, begging for it. He doesn't tell you how he came the hardest he'd ever come in his life that night in his shower, imagining you plump with his child and a bright smile on your lips.

"Elaborate." There is a glint in your eyes as you observe him that urges him to finish his thoughts.

"It's something about loving someone so much that you want to fill them up with another part of you. You love someone so much that you want them to swell up with what is yours. Just fucking the cum back into them every time it slips out, one goal. Give someone my babies."

As he talks, his own words excite him; you can feel it, and you say nothing. The air surrounding you two is charged with such a lewd and sensual energy.

You throb between your thighs as he speaks to you, and his voice is getting deeper and deeper. He is hot and hard against your cheek; you stare up at him, your eyes leaving his own to trail the way his lips move to the way his jaw clenches, to the way his throat bobs all the way to his tatted, glowing chest. His words are getting to you. It's no secret that you, too, had a breeding kink, but hearing him say the words you wished to hear spoken to you in the midst of passion made you shoot into action. You are on his lap before you know it, mouth mushing against his in an instant.

He doesn't hesitate to return the favor; he separates your lips, gliding his tongue into your mouth, licking you open. You moan into his mouth, pressing yourself against him harder. He lets out a shaky breath through his nose, reaching one hand up to grasp the back of your neck and the other on your ass, pushing you impossibly closer to him.

You rock your hips against him, grinding down over him; he lets out a raspy groan, pulling away from your lips, his head falling to watch where your bodies connect; he lets out a moan as his grey briefs darken in color. You continue to glide back and forth over him

You swear you hear him whimper as you lift from his lap. He reaches to pull you back, but you are too fast; kneeling between his spread legs, the sight alone has him letting out another drawn-out whine. Your hand creeps up, rubbing him through the material. You were such a fucking vixen it was driving him mad. His head falls back against the headboard, and his eyes squeeze shut. You're barely doing anything to him, and it feels better than anything he's ever experienced, and he can only equate it to it being you.

You finally free him from his confines, and his head drops down to view you, and his jaw falls slack.

You jerk him up and down, your thumb swiping over the slit at the head of his perfect cock. You moan at the sight, and he twitches. You kiss at the top, staring at him through your lashes, and he swears he almost burst right then and there. Your lips are shiny with spit and you're practically drooling over him. As you place kisses up and down his shaft. You finally slip him into your mouth humming as you taste him. It has his legs spasming making you jostle a little.

You pop him from your mouth, giving him a cute smile that has him throwing his head back. She's going to fucking kill me.

You're moaning over him, driving him absolutely fucking insane. Lewis watches you through clouded eyes, his hand traveling to your hair. He pushes you lower and lower until you're shoving all of him down your throat, and then he pulls you off for air. You smile up at him going down again, and he lets out the nastiest moan you've ever heard.

"So fucking greedy for my dick." You'd never heard him speak like this, and it was scrambling your brain and your insides. "Mhmm," you moan over him. He holds onto your hair with his left hand, his right hand trailing to pull up the shirt that adorns your beautiful body. The higher he raises the shirt, the more unstable he becomes; the black panties cover barely anything, and when he continues to glide his hand up your back, your breasts hang loosely. He fondled them in his hand tweaking your nipple.

He tenses up, watching you take him down your throat like a champ, "fuuckk." 

He pulls you up for the last time, leaning down to capture your lips in a passionate kiss. He thrust up into nothing. His tongue finds it's way into your mouth and moves along with you in the most sensual kiss you'd ever gotten in your life.

"Lew." you whine, and it has him tensing again. This was better than he'd imagined. For years for his entire life he'd pictured this moment, played it out in a million different scenarios and they don't even measure up to this.

He was harder than he'd ever been and ready to finish at the mere sight of you looking up at him with his cock stuffed in your mouth.

"I can't- I won't last-" He is breathless, and his chest is falling up and down harshly. He looks so perfect, face tinted red and lips red and plump.

"Fuck me then," you order, and it flips a switch in him.

He'd dreamed of this moment, and he would be damned if he let his mind fuck this up for him. He pulls the large shirt from your frame and flips you over, laying you gently on your back. He hikes your legs up, spreading them open and pressing them down. Your knees touch the bed flat at your sides, and you mewl as his tongue flatly glides against your core.

You shiver and shake as he sucks you up. You can't stop squirming as he literally eats you. You moan his name over and over, hands coming down to clutch his curls. He moans against your core, pressing you down harder. You quiver in his hold, and you can feel that ball inside you, ready to burst. "Come for me, baby, let it out." He urges kissing your clit. He sucks it into his mouth, and that's when it happens.

The best orgasm you've had in your life. He licks you through it before sitting up on his knees. He still has you spread open at his mercy, and the sight below him has him stroking himself above you.

"So fucking pretty." he rasps, "ready for me?"

You nod, so fucked out that words seem impossible to you.

He chuckles, his hand coming up to hold you open as his other directs his hard dick to your hole; he pushes the head in at first, hissing as you suck him in. "Mhhm," he moans, "want me so bad, huh?"

You mewl, trying to push your body up to push him in.

"Aht, aht." he pushes his hand against you harder. "Let me take my time, make it right for us, yeah. Been wanting this forever."

His words make you gush more and more; you'd never imagine that Lewis, of all people, was this vocal during sex.

"He lets go of himself, both hands now gripping your thighs that are still burning against your chest. He stares deep into your soul as he pushes himself in an inch just to ease out just as slowly.

"Gotta stretch this pretty pussy out first, huh? So fucking tight." he coos.

Your eyes fall closed, your mouth going slack as he slides in again. "It's your dick, baby. All yours."

"C'mon bunny, wanna see your eyes, wanna watch you take me." You open your eyes breaths leaving you as little hitches as he finally fills you up.

"He sucks his bottom lip into his mouth, his eyes watching where the two of you connect. "Fits so good," he groans, "made jus' for me."

You only mewl and clench the sheets.

"So pretty," he drops your legs, propping himself up on an elbow; his weight covers you like a security blanket. "Mhmm." he moans, sliding in and out of you. Your walls were suffocating him, sucking him in and trying to keep him in place. His face is scrunched up in pure pleasure as he succumbs to your velvety walls. So fucking warm and wet.

"Love this pussy." he groans before his mouth is back on yours. 

"Say it's mine," he orders pulling back, he is towering over you again, one hand clutching your face to watch him watch you.

You only moan, equating his words to being in the moment even though they have your stomach doing flips.

"Say it's mine, baby, and I'll give you what you want." 

It's like he hit a switch in you, brought out a side of you that you've never been able to release.

"It's yours," you coo, "all yours, only yours."

His eyes shine at your words, pressing a quick peck to your lips. 

"Nobody can give it to you like me, they don't deserve it, been so good to you. Hmm. Can give you everything you want."

One hand travels down to your stomach, where he presses down, "Feel me in there?"

"yes." you gasp, eyes rolling back; the sex is no longer slow and sensual. He is pounding into you so hard that your body lurches up and down the bed, and your breast bounces with every thrust. 

Lewis Hamilton is a dirty man, you conclude watching his lips fall open from the dirty smirk he'd had it in. 

"Got something else to put in there." You clench around him tighter curses falling from his mouth as he stills inside of you.

You know he is only in the moment, this whole debacle started because of his admission of a praise kink, you know he's playing along with yours, he wants to get you there in the same way you want to get him there so you play along.

"I want it." you whine, "want it all."

Lewis thought it was impossible for him to get any hornier, but once again, you've proven him wrong.

"Want you to fill me up, want to be full of you." You play on his words from earlier. "Want all of you."

He moans once again, spreading you open. He is plowing into you. Loud grunts left his throat as he digs deeper and deeper into you. He can feel every crevice of your flesh as you swallow him.

"Gonna give you what you want, make you big and full, have you carrying my babies. Going to have what you always wanted, love."

Your eyes fall shut at his words in utter bliss.

He lays on top of you, the burn of your thighs spreading. His hands travel to your own, holding them on either side of your head. His head is nestled between the crook of your neck; he's sucking and licking along your neck. You feel him everywhere.

"mmph," you moan as he reaches and punches against your sweet spot over and over. 

Lewis is so fucked out in a loving haze that he can't control the words tumbling from his lips onto your skin.

"Wanted this forever, so long." He whimpers, "Feel so good, only wanna feel you. Only wanted you."

You free one hand from his hold wrapping it around to rub at the curls at the nape of his neck. You want him to keep talking, keep feeding you the words you've waited your whole life for him to say. "I can give you everything you want, baby."

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, and you can't tell if it's from the pleasure he's giving you or the words he's dribbling out.

"Taking me so well, fuck!" he sits up on his knees again, turning you over without pulling out of you; you're on all fours as he plows into you from behind. 

"So mean, making me wait so long, letting me be with the wrong woman, should've been you." You clench around him eyes squeezing shut, you shouldn't enjoy these words as much as you do but you can't help it.

"Wanted it to be you, would've had our family by now, so many kids, so happy." You're literally shaking, the fire growing inside of you, making it impossible to ward off your second orgasm. 

"Been looking for you in all these women, never were you, never could be. Fucking couldn't get hard without imagining your face. Always had to be you." He sounds so vulnerable and open behind you. You want to see his face so badly, and you want to watch him as he admits what you've always desired.

Like he read your mind, he flips you over again, nestling between your legs and pushing himself in again with a hiss, "Gotta see your face when you come, love."

You're on top of him, relishing in the way he looks up at you. Your thighs are placed on either side of him lifting over and over as he glides in and out of you.

He looks so beautiful, you think even if he is spitting out the most wild and lewd words you've ever had spoken to you. "Gonna empty this dick in you baby, give you my baby. Make you mine, all mine." He growls.

"Could've had this all along if you said something sooner, bunny. Would have had you feeling like this all of the time."

His hands are on your waist, lifting you up and down over him. You fall forward one hand holding you up and the other reaching down to cup his jaw. You press your lips over his, breathless pants traveling from one mouth to the other. The eye contact is intense as you stare each other down. His eyes literally sparkle as he fuck up into you, his mouth dropped open. You kiss him one last time before sitting up again and setting your own pace, "Fuck Lew, you feel so good."

You're bouncing on him at a much slower pace as his eyes fall closed and his grip tightens on your flesh.

You're not responsible for what you say when you cum, it's common knowledge, which is why when Lewis flips you over and barrels into you at a much softer pace you let his words carry no penalty, albeit the way they make your eyes water, albeit the way you return them truthfully.

It's so overwhelming you can't help the way the tears flow from your eyes and slide onto the sheets. He's cumming in spurts, hot and gooey, filling you to the brim. Lewis has never come so much. He lets out an array of grunts and moans. He's so out of it that he lets his words tumble out without a care in the world, and he means them wholly. He's fucking his cum into you, pushing it back in with his dick as you quiver around him. 

"Love you, fuck, I fucking love you."

[thef1diary]

Little Big Fan | Eight

— Little Big Allergy

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"Don't you dare think about cancelling, you are going on that date," your best friend's voice rang out of your phone on speaker while you were choosing a dress for tonight.

You turned to look at the phone, as if your best friend was standing there, "I'm not going to cancel, I just don't know what to wear," you responded, placing another dress against your body but frowning.

"Wear that one sexy red dress you have, who knows, you might just get laid tonight."

You shuffled through your closet, finding the red dress in the back, which was expected since you didn't wear it in a long time. You held it out in front of you, "don't you think it's too revealing for the first date? Maybe I could wear this next time."

It was a backless, short garment with two straps. While the back was revealing, so was the front, which featured two cutouts around the hips and exposed a bit of cleavage due to the lack of material.

Your friend hummed, "so we're planning a second date as well huh?" You could basically hear her smirk on the other end. "Well I hope this date goes well," you reasoned, but the jittery feeling didn't go away.

"You and Max are already good friends who happen to flirt occasionally, what could go wrong?" Then after a short pause, she added, "actually no, don't answer that. Try your blue dress, I bet he'd like to see you in blue."

After almost every interaction you've had with Max, starting from the grocery store, you've told your friend everything. Which is why when she suggested wearing blue, you weren't opposed to it.

Putting your red dress back in the closet for another time, which was hopefully soon, you held a navy blue dress in your hand, examining it before holding it up against your body.

While this one, like the red dress, had two straps holding it together, it was longer, reaching a few inches past your knees and including a little slit down the side for convenience.

"Alright, this is the one," you stated and continued conversing with your friend while you changed and began doing your makeup.

"So Bella is at Tyler's?" She asked, making you nod before realizing that she couldn't see you. "Yeah, she'll be there for the weekend."

"Oh how fun!" You could hear the sarcasm in her voice and chuckled, "it's fine, she should be spending time with her dad."

"The same one who called her overdramatic? Did you seriously have to have a kid with a guy like him?" This was a conversation you've had with her many times, and you would always reply with the same answer, "we were young and immature, but Isabella is the best thing that's ever happened to me."

"She truly is, which makes me glad that she turned out like you more than him." You chuckled, "oh trust me, I am glad about that too. It would've been a nightmare if I had to see a little version of him all the time."

"So, speaking of Isabella, how are you going to tell her that you are dating someone who happens to be her favourite person in her favourite sport?"

You groaned, "I don't know, I really don't know. I can't stop thinking about it, because of what Tyler told me," you explained. "Are you still believing his words? Actually scratch that, why are you letting your ex determine your future relationship?"

"God, why do you have to ask such questions," you muttered, taking a moment to think about your response.

"I don't want to believe him, I have a feeling something else happened that day which he didn't tell me about. Plus he's not only my ex, he's the father of my child. I don't think of him as anything more than that."

"Honestly that asshole shouldn't even be considered the father of such a beautiful little girl," your friend stated, and you couldn't help but agree with her.

"Anyways, let's not talk about him, I don't want to ruin my mood before the night even starts," you comment, with your friend humming in agreement.

"You're right, let's talk about Max!" She exclaimed, making you chuckle. That's whom you ended up talking about for the remainder of the time you were getting ready.

Even though she knew all the details right from day one, she wanted another whole story time of how you and Max met, leading up to when he asked you out. Instead of opposing to repeat the story, which you don't even know how many times you've told her by now, you happily told her all the details as if it was the first time.

A few minutes after you ended the phone call with your best friend, your phone rang again which you initially thought was a call from Max. However, it was a call from an unknown number.

You answered the call, and you were met with a woman's panicking voice on the other end, "is this Isabella's mother?"

"Yes, who is this?" You asked first, calming down the inner voices that instantly thought about the worse possible scenario involving your daughter.

"I'm Emma, I don't know if you know me but I am actually at the hospital, with Isabella." You tightened your grasp on the phone, as it was close to slipping away from your hands at Emma's words.

"What happened and which hospital are you at?" You instantly began moving around your house, finding your car keys as you waited for a response.

Emma told you the address as you were leaving through the front door. "She had a severe allergic reaction, and I thought it would be best to bring her to the hospital. I am sorry for disturbing you, I wasn't able to get in touch with Tyler."

You took a deep breath in, knowing that it was bound to happen someday, even though you would rather not have it happen at all. "I'm on my way, should be there in ten minutes. Thank you for letting me know."

It would've been pointless to argue with her, especially since she was the one who informed you of the situation at hand and had the decency to take your daughter to the hospital.

You rushed into the hospital within eight minutes, a record time for you, and you might've broken a few speeding laws but it was for a good reason. It didn't take too long finding Isabella, considering she was in the ER, with a frantic woman standing nearby, whom you assumed was Emma.

As soon as she spotted you, her first words to you was another apology, "I am so, so sorry, I had no idea she had a peanut allergy." That led you towards one question, well more than one but you started off with just one, "what happened?"

She sighed, before telling you how she spent the entire day with Isabella. "One of my friends came by and dropped off some baked goods, I swear I had no idea that it had peanuts in it."

You reasoned that if you calmed her down, it would calm you down as well, because the increasing dread in your thoughts would not benefit you in any situation. You put your hands on her shoulders, "I'm not blaming you for it, you didn't know."

You looked at the doors leading to the ER, "how bad was it?" Emma hesitated before muttering words that made your heart ache, "really bad, she started swelling up everywhere and then passed out."

You tried to sit down, but the need to know her well-being caused you to walk back and forth in the hallway.  Your phone buzzed in your hand, and you were about to ignore it until you recalled something really important.

"Shit!" Max was calling. Of course he was, after all he was expecting you to be home and ready for a date tonight.

"Hey, I'm standing at your front door, are you home or?" He started and awkwardly chuckled, causing you to shut your eyes, imagining how the night was expected to go. He was probably holding a bouquet of flowers, looking like an idiot standing by the door because you weren't home.

"Max, I'm so sorry, I'm actually at the hospital." There was no reason to lie, but even after telling the truth, you didn't feel any less guilty.

"What happened? Are you okay? Is Isabella okay?" His response was quick, and slightly surprising but you've known Max long enough that his kindness wasn't as shocking anymore.

"It's Isabella, allergic reaction," you briefly described, and heard some shuffling around on the other end before he asked for the address. "You don't have to come," you told him as you normally did, but he didn't agree again, saying "I want to."

You didn't argue with him, as your heart warmed at the fact that Max wanted to see Isabella himself, and stay right by your side until she was completely fine.

Quickly telling him the address as you noticed a doctor walking towards you and Emma, you hung up the call. "Which one of you is the patient's guardian?"

You stepped forward, "I'm her mother, how is she?"

"It was an anaphylactic allergic reaction, however everything is under control. We've administered epinephrine but we will be moving her to the ICU for a few hours just for observation purposes in case the symptoms are back."

You let out a sigh in relief, as did Emma. "Thank you," you nodded towards the doctor. Once they left, you sat down, the anxiousness leaving your body.

Looking at Emma, who was standing against the wall in front of you, you had another question brewing in your mind. "Where was Tyler when all this happened?" You asked, remembering that she called you only because she couldn't reach him.

"He said he had an emergency meeting come up," Emma spoke her words carefully, earning raised eyebrows from you. "He left you alone with my daughter?" You had to confirm the words you were hearing and scoffed once she nodded.

"It's not your responsibility to take of my child, it's his. You're not her guardian nor babysitter, you shouldn't have to do that." Emma shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal, "it's not the first time."

"How dare he?" You muttered under your breath before standing up and stepping closer to her. "We both have epipens for situations like this, and I am assuming that since you didn't know about her allergy, Tyler didn't tell you about the epipen either?”

Emma shook her head, "no, he didn't."

His lack of attention, led Isabella right to this moment. If he had told Emma about your daughter's allergy, or even what to do when she has allergic reaction, neither of you would be this worried about her health.

Emma, having realizing the depth of the situation, sighed, "I haven't been able to get a hold of him and if it weren't for Isabella constantly talking about you and telling me your phone number to the point where I had it memorized, I wouldn't have known what to do in this situation."

You pitied the woman standing in front of you, especially as you also knew that it was not her fault. You cracked a smile, "she talks about me huh?"

"Oh yeah, she considers you the best mother in the world, and based on her stories, I agree with her."

Then, you heard Max calling your name, walking towards you in a rush. He instantly wrapped an arm around your waist as if it was an instinct, "is she okay?"

Emma stepped away, picking up her phone for another useless attempt of calling her boyfriend.

You wrapped both arms around Max, bringing him in a hug, "yeah, she's okay."

Once he pulled back, he cradled your face with his palms, "are you okay?" You smiled, and your eyes filled with unshed tears because of his question. "Much better now."

Then, Max noticed your outfit which happened to be the dress you were supposed to wear on your date. "Wow," he breathed, his gaze unwavering, taking you in.

He was also dressed up, wearing a suit with a bow tie, and you couldn't help but reach up to touch it, "cute," you commented, making him raise his brows.

"Cute?" He repeated with a questioning tone. You nodded, biting your bottom lip to prevent a smile. "Cute and handsome."

"You are beautiful," he replied, watching as you avert your eyes because his gaze was intense.

"Oh, Max, this is Emma," you decided to introduce them, and added, "she's the one who brought Isabella here."

Max raised an eyebrow in question, "I thought Isabella was with Tyler?" He asked, directed at you more than Emma.

"Well, he wasn't home when this happened, only Emma and Isabella," you stated, and Max gauged your emotions for a moment, quickly recognizing the underlying rage you had directed at your ex. Max knew you'd be discussing this later, in the safety of your own house, so he didn't ask you to elaborate. 

A nurse came by, "Isabella is now conscious, and asking for her parents," they stated, along with the room number.

Emma looked at you and Max with a fond smile, before turning towards you, "I think I should get going now that you're here."

A genuine smile graced your lips, "thank you, Emma, for bringing her here and for staying with her even without him."

"Of course, she's the cutest little girl and I'm glad to get to know her." Both of you stood still for a moment, debating on whether or not you should hug her. Then, without thinking twice you initiated a hug that was easily welcomed by her.

You waited till she left your sights before looking at Max, "let's go?" You held out your hand but he shrugged, "she's asking for her parents, you should go."

You stepped forward and grabbed his hand, "you're coming with me," you decided for him. Although Max didn't pull away, he asked, "what if she doesn't want to see me?"

"Trust me, she'll be happy to see you," you convinced him and walked towards the room she was admitted in while holding each other's hand.

When you entered, Isabella's smile widened once she spotted you and Max. "Mama, Maxy!" She cheered, though quieter than usual.

A nurse stood by her side, monitoring her health and checking the IV drip inserted into your daughter's arm.

"Oh my angel, how are you?" You dropped Max's hand and walked closer to her, lightly kissing her forehead. Instead of a verbal response, she formed a thumbs up with her hand.

Then she looked at the door again, "is daddy coming too?" Isabella asked, sounding hopeful. You shook your head, "no sweetheart, daddy is not coming."

Instead of the usual deflated mood, she shrugged, "it's okay, Maxy's here." She held her arms around asking for a hug, only flinching for a moment since she forgot about the drip connected to her arm.

Max quickly stepped forward, bending over to hug her. "All good, Bella?" He asked, once he felt her arms wrap around him tighter. She nodded for a moment then shook her head against him, "it hurts," she whispered.

He brought his hand up to ruffle her hair before pulling away, "you are a very brave girl."

"Really?" She asked, and scooted over a little so Max could sit beside her. He nodded, "of course! Very brave."

She beamed, snuggling closer to him before looking at you. "Mama, come here," she patted the other side, and surprisingly the three of you were able to fit on the very small hospital bed.

A nurse was constantly in the room, checking in on Isabella's health from time to time and since there weren't any repeated symptoms of an allergic reaction, the three of you were out of the hospital in a few hours.

Max followed you in his car, and carried your sleeping daughter inside the house. Instead of taking her straight to her bedroom, he laid her down on the couch in case she wakes up and needs her mother.

It was safe to say that you were not going too far away from her any time soon.

You were in the kitchen, filling up a glass of water when he returned. He stood behind you, with his hands trailing down your sides before resting on your waist, and his chin on your shoulder. "Did I tell you how stunning you look?"

You hummed, "maybe a few times but I don't mind hearing it again."

He turned you around in his grasp, "well, you look breathtakingly beautiful."

You blushed, "you and your compliments," you chuckled. "What's wrong with it?" He asked, but you shook your head, "nothing, it's just I'll never get bored of hearing it."

He smiled, "good, because you'll be hearing at least one every day."

You tilted your head to the side, "every day? Are you sure you won't run out?" He shook his head, "not unless you keep finding ways to make me speechless."

Both of you remained in that position for a moment but then you frowned, "I'm sorry,"

"For what?" He tilted your chin up as soon as you averted your gaze away from him. "We weren't able to go on the date."

Max let out a sound in protest, "I'm pretty sure your daughter's health matters so much more than our date night. Plus the night isn't over," he added with a smile, confusing you even further.

"What does that mean?" He parted away from you and it quickly made you miss the warmth that his body provided you. "Why don't you go change into something comfortable," he suggested, almost pushing you out of the kitchen.

You weren't opposed to the idea, so you went upstairs to change after checking on your daughter. You found the most comfortable pair of sweatpants and a shirt, and removed your makeup as well.

Walking back downstairs, you saw Max waiting at the bottom of the stairs for you. He had removed his blazer and bow tie, unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt as well.

He held out his hand, waiting for your hand to hold his, and although you were confused, you wouldn't pass up an opportunity to hold his hand.

"It's not much, definitely not up to first date standards but we'll manage," he commented as he led you to the kitchen table where he had prepared two packets of instant noodles.

"I haven't been on a date in forever so anything you do will set my standards." You smiled when you noticed the lit candle.

"Well, then I will raise your standards next time by taking you out on a proper date." He held the chair out for you, waiting for you to sit before rounding the table and sitting down himself.

It took two minutes before Max moved his own chair right next to yours because he didn't want to sit on the opposite side. You chuckled at his antics but it was much appreciated.

"What's on your mind?" he asked once he saw you visibly thinking. You shrugged, "I don't think we should be discussing these thoughts on a first date."

"This is far from what a first date should be like, so there are no rules. I know you want to talk about what happened at the hospital," he prompted and he was spot on, so you agreed.

"I can't believe he actually left Isabella under Emma's supervision. Not that there is anything wrong with her, but it's not her responsibility!" Max nodded in agreement, "where was he?"

"In a fucking meeting," you exasperated, eating another forkful of the noodles. "It must've been very stressful for Emma," you sighed, finishing your short rant because you truly had no words for your ex's irresponsible behaviour.

Still, Max listened to every word. Once you were finished eating, he turned your chair towards him. "We can agree on the fact that he is an incompetent father."

"Yeah, I don't even know what would've happened if Emma wasn't there either. He surely wouldn't have left Bella alone right?"

Max shrugged, "hey, stop worrying about what could've happened. Bella's safe, she's okay." He placed a palm on your cheek, rubbing his thumb back and forth in a soothing motion.

You nodded, "you're right." Making eye contact with him, you were quickly lost in his gaze. While it almost made you want to look away, you couldn't.

"You know," you started, wanting to divert away from the current topic. He hummed, urging you to go on.

"I don't really care for an extravagant date, all I really need is you. I'm happy with this, with us." He smiled, to the point where you could notice the creases forming at the corners.

"I'm happy with us too, but I will be taking you out on an extravagant date because you deserve it, as well as much more."

You rolled your eyes playfully, knowing that it would be hard to convince Max otherwise, but you could think of a few ways to try when the time comes.

"Thank you for being here with me," you added, needing him to know about your appreciation. Your words also hinted at all the moments he shared with you, and Isabella.

He seemed to understand your hint, "I'm glad to be here with you, both of you."

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[mytheoristavenue]

The Incel!Gyutaro to Dad!Gyutaro Pipeline

Incel!Gyutaro who slowly transforms into Husband!Gyutaro and then Dad!Gyutaro!

Dating you, a party girl who leans to the more liberal side, he's realized he never actually hated women. He was just lonely.

Through talking without judgement, you'd discover his misogynistic outlook is a little misplaced. He doesn't actually think women shouldn't have rights or that having sex once ruins a woman's worth forever, it just comes with the title, so to speak.

What he actually wants is someone to care for. He spent his teens caring for his sister until she got to college, and now he's an aimless twenty something coding major with no real purpose. So when you finally give him a chance, he can't help but become attached. Overnight, that 'he man woman hater' act fades and he makes a hobby of doting on you, all ironically, of course. Treat a slut like you like a princess and mean it? Yeah right. Or that's what he tells himself.

When you become more serious and move in together, it's evident he needs to be the breadwinner. It's fine, he has the better job anyways. You paid rent? By yourself? Why? He's paying for everything else and then some. It's the manly thing to do. He likes it when you cook. It's not that he won't cook, and he's actually fairly decent at it but there's just something about coming home to a home cooked meal made by his beautiful girlfriend that makes him feel like he's made it. He isn't a misogynist, he just wants a traditional relationship. He wants a tradional marriage.

Speaking of which, you never have to wonder when he'll pop the question. He was ready far earlier than you were. When you do say yes, he's straight forward on wanting a small ceremony, kids, a house that he owns, down to the white picket fence. All he wants is to come home, decompress with dinner, a beer, and TV with his woman. And to fuck you raw.

He doesn't tell you you can't work, but he does express that you don't have to, and he does express he'd rather you didn't. He wants you to live the barefoot trad wife dream. He says if you quit your job earlier on, it'll be easier to transition to being a stay-at-home mother later. He insists you pick up productive hobbies. You were always the more creative one anyway. He suggests you pick up knitting or crochet, but he'll never admit it's so you can make clothes and blankets for his baby when the time comes.

Obviously, the wedding is very small. He only has Ume and a handful of close friends on his side, so it's mostly your friends and family. Ume is his best maid, something you insisted on. He wanted her as your maid of honor, but you refused as you already had someone in mind. He relented to your 'woke' ideas when he realized how excited his sister was.

Gyuytaro insists on having something of a honeymoon, reasoning that he's 'got some time off saved'. In reality, he's worked relentlessly to save his paid time off and sick days so he could take a vacation with you. You settle on a small weekend getaway to a cozy, romantic hotel. He never liked going out, so relaxing with you all weekend is perfect.

Now that you're married, he becomes much more serious about his role as a husband and head of household. He's getting a credit card, creating a joint bank account, and upping how much of his income goes into savings. He's doomscrolling Zillow, crunching the numbers, figuring out what he wants in the next few years. He's locked in.

After you both have paid off cars, he insists you start looking at houses. He's adamant about wanting room to grow and he's not willing to budge on anything smaller than a two-bedroom house with AT LEAST a carport and a front porch. Preferably a three or more-bedroom, two-bathroom house with a garage, but he's being realistic.

When you move in, he insists you do all the decorating, saying you have a better eye for detail. He really just wants an excuse to keep you home. Around this time, he gets a promotion and insists you go to part-time at least.

Then you get pregnant. And he thinks he's so ready to be a dad. He's worked years now to laid the groundwork- why is he so scared?

He'll no longer take 'no' as an answer for quitting your job. He refuses to have any stress on you or his baby, he'd die before letting his pregnant wife continue to be a wage slave. You're staying home, picking out paint swatches and cribs and whatever else. No, of course, he doesn't care you're that you're only about two months along!

"Hey, I need next Tuesday off. Ultrasound." He tells his boss and immediately threatens to quit if his requests are denied. "Let me rephrase that. I won't be here next Tuesday. I'll be with my pregnant wife, ensuring my child is healthy. Don't pretend this company can afford to lose me." He'd never actually quit without a better offer but nothing will come between him and these milestones.

He's incredibly protective over you in public, even more so. Someone bumps into you at the store? You'll have to hold him back. You want to go out while he's at work. Turn your location on, and you better check in with him. He won't get angry if not, but he'll fuss over it. He worries sick!

As your pregnancy progresses, he finds it harder and harder to keep his hands to himself. He'll get stir crazy if you're not within touching distance. It doesn't have to be sexual but he's always down for it to be. You're all glowy and all those evolutionary hormones in both of you are in full swing. He can't wait for you to give birth so he can knock you up again. He's also at your beck and call. He'll complain if you wake him up late for a craving but while he's whining, he's already looking for his shoes.

Thinking about the reality of having a kid on the way and being a dad makes his skin itch terribly so he tries not to think on it too hard. Will he be a good dad? Will his kid inherit the poor health he had when he was born? Will they look like it? As much as he knows you hate it, he hopes your kids look nothing like him. He'd rather they just be carbon copies of you, or maybe his genes shared with Ume will carry over. He read somewhere that sometimes kids look more like aunts and uncles, he likes that idea.

No amount of budgeting or preperation could have possibly readied him for the day you're child was born. He's working when the office gets a frantic call from Ume saying you went into early labor. He doesn't even clock out, he doesn't even log off his computer. He's at the hospital in record time, speeding a weaving through traffic all the way.

You're so relieved to see him and he just...stands there, in the doorway, staring at you like it's the first time. You're sweaty and emotional and he's never been so in love. The day is a blur but when the dust settles, there's a pink blanket in his hands. He's statue still, staring down at a tiny (s/c) face, the most vibrant blue eyes staring back. He dreaded this moment for months, but he was oddly overjoyed to see a few inky birthmarks on his daughter's face.

His life is forever changed, he's a dad. He's a man with a wife and a daughter. And he's still around. And you love your baby girl just as much as he does. He finally understands what he was robbed of as a child. He doesn't look forward to dinner, a beer, and TV anymore after work. Just to get to kiss you and then see his baby is what keeps him going. His happy place is anywhere you both are, on the couch while you rest beside him with Hime on his chest, giving her a bath while you nap, even rocking her back to sleep two hours before he has to get up for work.

Now you're three kids in, constantly busy. There's rarely a quiet moment for you both to be married but he never lets you need for long. He's also quit drinking and smoking. He was never big on either, and he still might occasionally indulge during a company party or a night out with the guys but he has drastically cut down. And no, it has nothing to do with the time Hime got into his jeans and fed Gyuo, your older son (second born) a whole cigarette, so don't even ask!

Looking at him now, that incel you met in college is nowhere no be found and likewise, your party girl ways are long put to rest. Gyutaro realized way back then that he never actually believed the misogynistic word vomit he was spewing. He was just hurting, he just wanted the chance to love and be loved.

[alwaysshallow]

fake dating soap includes him being your parents favorite. yeah, you have told him multiple times that your parents shouldn't know about this relationship, but he doesn't really listen:/ your mum constantly asks if he's gonna come to dinner, and your dad is up for morning runs with him, when he's not deployed. soap happily agrees to everything and has time of his life, when you groan on your couch after he kisses you, he's wet and sticky from his sweat.

"'st had a talk with your dad. he's a pretty funny lad, told me about yer childhood!"

you wanted lowkey fake dating, just to make soap's life easier, but in exchange, johnny makes your life harder with being so affectionate, making your mother believe he's gonna propose to you.

is it hard, though? you're getting all the kisses from him! and he's such a good protector, isn't he? keeping you warm at night, even if you won't let him touch you.

for now, at least!

[mypoisonedvine]

Best friends dad! Cillian + pussy worship

literally impossible to say no to a request like this!!

warnings: 18+ only smut!!! go away children, established relationship, oral f receiving, semi public sex, age gap (not specified), kinda pervy cillian lmaoooo

"Just a peek," he begged, "that's all I need, I swear."

"I told you, not here," you giggled softly, pushing him away gently at the shoulders only for him to come right back, leaning in close and kissing softly just above your ear. "Someone could come in--"

"Then you shouldn't have told me here that you're wearing the pair I picked out," he smirked, biting his lip a bit as your thighs clenched together. "I haven't even had a chance to see them yet-- please, baby?"

You took a glance around the study, making sure you couldn't hear anyone just outside the door-- but it was hard to keep track of people sometimes, your best friend was pretty popular and had plenty of guests at her graduation party. The idea that one of them could find you two in here was just as terrifying as it was tittilating.

Relenting, you lifted the bottom of your dress just a bit, and he tilted his head a bit as he helped you pull it up to reveal the thin lace, hardly leaving anything to the imagination; he sighed sharply through his nose, tilting his head back and shutting his eyes tight for a second. "Fuck," he whispered, looking back down again and holding the skirt up higher when you tried to drop it down. "Fuck, baby-- that's sexy. Jesus."

You giggled and kissed him quickly on the cheek, stepping away to get back to the party-- but he held your wrist and pulled you back into him, smirking at your pouty whine and resting his other hand on your cheek as he copied your little frown condescendingly.

"Just a little more," he pleaded, "just stay a little longer, please-- I've missed you so much. And you didn't let me get a very good look."

"You're so needy," you scolded, and he smiled as he nodded in agreement.

"Fuck yeah, I'm needy-- I need you all the goddamn time," he admitted, making you shudder a little. He lowered his voice when he spoke again, a deep purr that seemed to reverberate right through you: "I need to taste you."

"Fuck," you sighed, shutting your eyes-- because you already knew you weren't going to be able to resist him. "You realize how fucking dangerous this is?"

"Yeah," he laughed, already sinking to his knees, guiding you one step back to lean against his desk, "yeah, I do, but I have needs, you know."

He pushed your dress up again, dropping his shoulders at a closer look of the panties he'd chosen for you.

"Oh, angel," he breathed, petting you through the lace with just the tip of his thumb at first, grinning as you shivered. He pulled the fabric aside painfully slowly, looking up at you with a proud smile as you had to bite your lip to hide a moan already.

He gave you a long, wide lick over your folds, a muffled moan coming out against your skin as your hips jerked in his grip.

“So fuckin’ pretty,” he praised as he pulled back, using his thumb to gently stretch your clit back. “Cute, swollen little clit,” he breathed, “pretty hole— fuck, you’re perfect.”

"H-hurry up," you panted, "someone's gonna notice we're gone--"

"Fuck, I don't care," he laughed breathlessly, interrupting himself with another open-mouthed kiss to your pussy. "I don't fucking care-- I need you to come on my face right now."

He dove in again, and you whined as you grabbed at his hair, running your fingers through it as your head tilted back. He knew exactly what he was doing, running his tongue over every little spot that he'd memorized in just a few months of hooking up on the rare occasions that you two got a moment alone. Honestly, the time in between your rendezvous only made it more amazing when you were finally together again, with all the anticipation and desperation... but you'd never seen him this desperate before.

"You taste so fucking good," he moaned against you, meeting your gaze as he teased your opening with his tongue. "I swear, I didn't know cunt could taste this good."

"Cill," you choked, feeling your chest tighten as you watched him grin and slide the tip of his tongue inside you. "F-fuck..."

"I think I need to eat this pussy every day," he decided suddenly, "at least. Or I might go fucking crazy."

"Y-you already seem... pretty crazy to me..." you managed to rasp out between restrained moans, and he smirked.

"Yeah," he agreed, "I am. S'what you do to me. Jesus. Just look how fucking gorgeous you are."

He sucked and licked and even grazed his teeth, devouring you voraciously until your wetness pretty much coated the bottom half of his face and you were fighting for your life just to keep quiet enough. When you were close to the edge, you rocked your hips against his face, and he moaned softly as he let you do it-- let you use him, looking up at you with heavy eyes that just begged you to come for him.

You did, choking on his name, turning into a whimpery and whiny mess as he licked you clean right after dirtying you up in the first place. You nearly collapsed onto his desk by the time he pulled away, and you were definitely using it to keep yourself upright since you couldn't trust your shaking legs to do that.

He lifted the collar of his sweater up to wipe off your slick from his face with the inside of it, smiling at you as soon as his mouth was exposed again. "I'll see you after the party, right?" he asked as he stood up, sliding your see-through panties back into place and helping you roll your dress down.

"Y-yeah," you panted, watching him leave almost as nonchalantly as he'd entered, rejoining the party and its guests after just a quick correction of his hair.

Soon enough, the guilt for being the worst 'best friend' in the world would set in, but for now, you got to enjoy being the best pussy he'd ever tasted.

[lee-laurent]

June Bug - Trevor Zegras

Summary: June keeps a big secret. Trevor wonders why June Hughes stopped talking to him.

content: pregnancy, mentions of unsafe sex, angst, casual relationships, arguing, premature birth, fluff

wc: 3.5k

notes: cliche ahhhhh plot, but i've had this written for like a year. finally finished it and decided why not add it to the blog

"Are you doing okay, dear?" Ellen asked, watching as her daughter struggled to isit up on the lounge chair.

"Yes, Mama. Just trying to get comfortable," June sighed, setting her book down on her baby bump.

"Well, the boys should be home soon with your snacks. Just call me for dad if you need anything."

"Thanks, Mama," Jane gaver her mom a tight-lipped grin. She knew her parents were still a bit disappointed in her for falling pregnant at 22, but they were there for her nonetheless. She was hoping once the baby came, their relationship would start to go back to the way it was.

"JUNE BUG! We've got your pickles!" Luke shouted, sliding open the door to the patio. June groaned, pushing herself up on her elbows. She smiled up at her younger brother, tilting her head towards the table next to her. Luke laughed, placing the jar of pickles down for her.

"How's baby Hughes treating you?"

"He likes to kick me in the ribs and make me have to pee every fifteen minutes."

"Sounds like a blast. Just so ya know, Jack actually told me and Q that's proud of you."

"That's nice of him. But I'd appreciate it if he said it to my face. Oh, and didn't pretend that I'm not 7 months pregnant."

"You've still got me and Quinnifer. And Mom and Dad. Mom's been shopping for baby clothes. She's excited to have you at home again."

"She wouldn't have to live at home if she'd just tell the baby daddy," Quinn commented, joining his siblings in the backyard.

"Quinn-"

"It's fine, Lukey. He's just telling the truth. But I can't ruin his career like that. He's got a lot going for him right now. Plus, Mom siad I don't have to do anything that I don't want to."

"I know, Mom. But it's her fault that I can't even invite him here. He's gonna think we hate him or something," Jack loudly complained to his mom.

"Jack, just tell him that it's a family only vacation. It's going to be his way until June figures out what she wants. We shouldn't stress her out right now. It's not good for her or the baby."

"But Mom," Jack whined.

"Jack Rowden Hughes. That's enough. Go spend time with your siblings."

Jack shook his head, stomping up to his room. He slammed the door and called back his best friend.

"Mom says it's a family only vacation."

"Why? It's not like she's losing June this year. Isn't she moving back in with your parents?"

"Yeah, it's hard to explain. I'll see you when Cole and I come to visit."

"Okay, I'll talk to you later. Bye, man."

"Bye, Z."

"Please stop kicking Mama. She's trying to relax," June muttered to her stomach, rubbing a hand over where her baby decided to continuously kick her. The baby didn't listen, kicking even harder. "You're just like your dad, huh? You never listen."

June's pregnancy so far had gone fairly smoothly. But as soon as she hit the seven month mark, the baby decided that she needed to be sitting down or sleeping at all times. If she wasn't sitting, she was puking or feeling lightheaded. She had had to convince Ellen to let her come to the lake house. She wasn't allowed on the boat and spent most of her time lounging on the back patio with a book. She felt bad as Jim and Ellen had forbidden the boys from bringing any friends over this year, since June hadn't announched her pregnancy to anyone except her family and her best friend. She still hadn't told anyone the story of how she ended up pregnant, but her family was aware of who the father was. Her oldest and youngest brother were supportive, albeit a bit angry with the dad. Her twin, however, was pissed with her and not the dad.

"June, dear! Oh my goodness, are you okay?" Ellen exclaimed, listening as her daughter threw up for the tenth time that morning.

"Mama, I messed up."

"Junie, what's wrong? You know you can tell me anything."

"I-I'm pregnant."

Ellen was silent for a few seconds, before she noticed her daughter was sobbing. She quickly wrapped her into a tight hug, rocking her back and forth.

"Oh, June. It's going to be okay. Do you want to tell me what happened?"

June shook her head, burying her face in her mom's neck.

"Does the dad know?"

June shook her head again.

"Is it someone at your school? I'm sure if he's in California, we can still get ahold of him."

"It's Trevor, Mom."

"Trevor? As in Trevor Zegras?"

"Yes," June squeaked out before she started sobbings again.

"It's going to be okay, love. Everything will be fine."

June stood in front of her three brothers. Jim and Ellen had wrangled them into the living room, promising to be there for June in case anything went wrong.

"What's going on, June Bug?" Quinn asked, flashing her a small smile.

"June has some exciting news."

"You're moving to Jersey?!" Luke exclaimed.

"No, Luke. I- um, I'm pregnant."

"You're what?!"

"June!"

Jack remained silent.

"Who did this to you? Huh? I'll beat the shit out of him," Quinn threatened.

"You'll be doing no such thing. He- he doesn't know. And I'll be keeping it that way."

"Who? Who's the dad?" Jack finally spoke up.

"Um..." June turned to her parents for reassurance. Ellen gave her a nod. "It's Trevor."

"Zegras?! You slept with Zegras?!" Jack shouted. "There's no fucking way! I told you to stay away from my friends, June! But you didn't listen, did you? And now look where you've got yourself. God, you're such a dumb slut, June."

June placed a hand over her mouth, tears threatening to spill.

"Jack! Do not speak to your sister like that!" Jim's voice boomed, pulling the attention off June and onto their very angry father. "We are going to support June in her decisions. If June wants to keep this a secret, then we will all be keeping it a secret. Is that a understood?"

"Yes, Dad," Quinn and Luke mumbled. Jack, however, shook his head and disappeared to his room.

Jack's solution to this problem was just pretending that it never happened. He acted as if June wasn't pregnant, because to him that was the easiest thing to do. Although he wouldn't lie and say that he wasn't beyond pissed when he found that June was moving back in with their parents in Michigan instead of going back to California to even attempt to get support from Trevor. Keep the secret from his best friend was killing him, but he knew that his parents would actually kill him if he did let it slip. Because everything revolved around June now.

Trevor was blissfully unaware of everything happening in the Hughes' family world. Sure, he was confused as to why he couldn't come to the lake house. And he was confused why he hadn't heard from June in months, especially because he thought that maybe they liked each other. They spent almost every day together while she was at school in California, but one day she went home to see her parents and she didn't come back. He'd reached out a few times, but received radio silence and gave up. And when Jack told him she wouldn't be returning to school after the summer break, he was left alone with no idea what happened to the girl he liked.

"Can I buy him a Devils jersey?" Luke smiled, placing a hand on his sister's stomach.

"No, he'll be a Canucks supporter," Quinn retorted,

"He'll be staying far away from hockey, thank you very much," June sneered, moving her brother's hand to where her son continued to kick.

"Damn, Baby Hughes can kick!"

"Yeah? Imagine that while you're trying to sleep," June laughed.

"No wonder you're always so grouchy," Quinn joked.

"Now, if you two are done bothering me, Baby Hughes wants pickles."

"This is like your third jar of pickles since we got here."

"Shh. The baby gets what baby wants."

"That's actually so gross," Luke cringed as June ate half a pickle spear in one bite.

"Mmm. It's so good. You just don't get it, Lukey."

"Nasty," Luke walked back off into the house.

"Quinn! Come play pool!" Jack shouted from inside.

"Call me if you need anything, Junie. Hope your pickles are as good as you imagined."

"Thanks, Quinn. Love you," June smiled.

"Love you too, June Bug."

June lay in bed, scrolling through her social media. All her friends were on vacation, drinking cocktails, and taking hot bikini pics. She was in bed, drinking water, wearing her brothers' clothes because they were the only non-maternity clothes she had that still fit. She was just about to turn off her phone and attempt to sleep, when a notification popped up on her screen.

Hey, June. Jack said you're for sure staying in Michigan with your parents this year. I was wondering if you wanted to come visit when Jack came. You know, see you one last time.

Fuck. Trevor had stopped reaching out months ago. Why did he decide to text her now? She was considering blocking his number, but morally that felt wrong. She was already hiding his son from him, blocking him just felt even worse. Even just thinking about what she was keeping from him made her feel sick. Even if it was her body, it was his kid too. It takes two to tango. Suddenly she felt bile climb up her throat, juimping from the bed, running down the hall to the bathroom she shared with her brothers.

She held her hair back with one hand, her other clutching the toilet bowl. She couldn't tell if it was the baby not liking her dinner or her guilt of not telling Trevor, but everything felt wrong in that moment. She began to cry, not just from the vomiting but the stress that receiving that text had on her.

"Fuck. Are you okay, June?" Quinn asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. June didn't answer, just sobbing harder. "Junie. Shh. Is Baby Hughes doing alright?"

June nodded.

"Then what's going on, June? Was it dinner? I noticed dinners havent been sitting well with you."

"It- It's Trevor."

"What about Trevor? What did he do? I'll kick his ass."

"He didn't do anything, Quinn. It's me. Why didn't I tell him? What's he going to think when he sees me with a baby in a couple months? I have to tell him. Do you think he's still awake? I should call him."

"Woah, June. Calm down. You're not thinking rationally right now."

"No, Quinn. I need to tell him."

"June-"

"You're not listening!"

"Shh. You're gonna wake up Mom and Dad."

"I-"

"June, baby, what's wrong?" Ellen asked from the doorway.

"She wants to call Trevor and tell him," Quinn replied.

"Oh, Junie. If you're sure that's what you want, go give him a call. Should I tell Jack?"

June shook her head, "Only after I talk to Trevor."

June sat with her phone propped on her desk in front of her. She sat so that her bump was hidden from the camera.

One. Two... Three. She clicked the FaceTime button. It only rang three times before Trevor's face took up her screen.

"Holy shit. Hey, June. Long time no see," he smiled.

"We need to talk."

"Woah. Okay? What's going on, Bug?"

"I- um, you remember last time we hung out?"

"Yeah, of course I do. Jamie was out, we had the place to ourselves. I-"

"I'm pregnant."

"Wh-what? Is this a joke?"

"No. Look," she stood up, fitting her swollen stomach into frame.

"There's- I... How?"

"We didn't use protection? I don't know. That's usually how that happens."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was going to, I-"

"That was seven months ago! You're seven months pregnant? And you didn't think to tell me? Jack didn't think to tell me?!"

"Don't," June gulped, "Don't blame, Jack. I- I kept him from saying anything

"I'm getting the next flight out."

"What?! No! No! Don't do that! Trevor!"

"June, don't you dare tell me what to do! I... We need to talk in person. Figure this out."

"Trevor," she sobbed, shaking her head.

"Too late June. I'll see you in the morning."

"Trev-" he hung up. "FUCK!"

June sat the island in the kitchen, her leg bouncing violently. Trevor was supposed to arrive any minute and she just wanted the world to open up and swallow her whole.

"Stress isn't good for you or the baby," Ellen sighed, making her daughter a smoothie.

"Luke, can you get me more pickles?"

Luke grabbed the half empty jar from the fridge, sliding it across the counter to his sister. Without taking her eyes off the door, she bit into one. Praying that Trevor had changed his mind. Praying that he wasn't about to walk through that door. Praying that-

Knock. Knock! KNOCK!!

Jack opened the door and a very disheveled looking Trevor walked in immediately. His eyes met June's and she started to cry, dropping her pickle back into the jar. He wasn't even sure what to say. What do you say to the mother of your child when you didn't even know she was pregnant until a few hours before?

"Trev," her voice wavered, tears falling down her cheeks.

"It's okay, Junie. Shh, you're okay," Quinn whispered, rubbing her back.

Trevor just scoffed, dropping his duffle bag on the floor. He made his way into the kitchen, standing across from June. He had fury in his eyes and it made her shake even more.

"How could you keep this from me, June?!"

"I... I didn't want to ruin your career, Trevor. I didn't want us to be a burden. Something else for you to worry about," she sobbed.

"I deserved to know! It's my baby too! I-" he pulled at the roots of his hair, "I can't fucking believe you. You've done some stupid shit, June. But this... this takes the fucking cake. How... how far along are you?"

"30 weeks. I-"

"30 weeks. You've kept my child a secret from me for 30 weeks?"

"I- I didn't know until I was a month and a half. I was going to tell you and then..."

"Then what? You decided you wanted to be my saviour? I didn't fuck need that! I needed the girl that I fell in love with to-"

"You love me?"

"That's not the point, June! Oh my fucking God!"

"Let's all calm down, please," Quinn sighed.

"I-" June was cut off by a sharp inhale. She gripped her stomach and the room fell silent.

"What's wrong, Bug?" Luke asked worriedly.

"It hurts! Mama, it hurts so much," she wailed. Another sharp pain and she felt liquid trickle down her leg.

"Shit! Look what you fucking caused, Trevor!" Quinn snapped, helping his sister off the stool she was sat on.

"My hospital bag isn't here," she sobbed, "It's too early! He can't come yet!"

"We have time to get your bag, love. If your water just broke they'll just send you home. You won't be dilated enough for them to do anything," Ellen tried her best to mediate the situation.

"It's too early! He isn't supposed to come yet! He can't! I'm not ready!"

"June, you need to calm down. Let's get you on the couch," Jim offered.

Trevor was in shock. He had just found out he was going to be a father and now the baby was coming. He had caused so much stress that his son was being born a month and a half early. God, he wasn't ready to be a father. But June needed him right now, so he'd have to man up.

"I need new pants," June cried, allowing her brothers to move her to the sofa.

"Luke, go get your sister some sweatpants."

"On it."

"Trevor sit with June. And don't argue anymore, we don't need this baby coming out in the house."

"Okay."

Trevor cautiously sat on the cushion that June wasn't laying on. He placed her feet on his lap, rubbing gingerly at her shins. She narrowed her eyes at him, but stopped when the pain started again. His eyes widened and he gave her a hand to hold while her body tensed.

"Are you sure it's too early to go to the hospital, Ellen?" Trevor asked.

"They'll just send her home, Trevor. They aren't going to waste a bed on someone that'll be there for at least 24 hours."

"24 hours?!" June gasped, "I can't do this for 24 hours!"

"At least 24 hours," Jack pointed out, getting a stern look from his parents.

"Let's try walking around, Junie. That'll help speed up the process... according to Google," Trevor offered. Luke and Quinn had left to drive home and get the hospital bag. Jim and Ellen were trying to give the couple some space. And Jack, well... Jack was sitting on a chair facing the couch, judging every little move Trevor and his sister made.

"But it hurts."

"I know, June. But if we want our baby to come then we should try moving around."

"I heard sex helps," June offered.

"Hell no!" Jack spoke up, narrowing his eyes at Trevor.

"Let's just try walking," Trevor offered sheepishly.

"Fine."

"We're back!"

"Finally! Can we go now, Mom?"

Ellen nodded, "Why don't you and Trev go? We'll meet you there once you've got a room?"

"Mom..."

"June. You two need to learn to work as a team. Go."

"Fine."

Trevor threw the bag over his shoulder, helping Quinn get the carseat installed correctly. June sat in the passenger seat, texting her best friend updates. She couldn't believe her son was coming already.

"Ready, June?"

"I've been ready," she rolled her eyes, tapping away at her phone.

"Right... let's go then."

The car ride was awkwardly silent except for a few moments where June would gasp from the pain. Once they'd settled into a room, Trevor decided to talk.

"I, uh, I'm sorry for freaking out, June. I just... I'm scared."

"I was scared at first too. I guess I forgot that you were just learning. And going through the same thought process I did. I just... I shouldn't have kept this from you."

"You shouldn't have, but I can forgive you. Especially once I've met our little guy," he smiled.

"Not sure he'll be so little. Nurses said I look like I'm 9 months," she giggled.

"Do you think they'll take him to the special room for babies?"

"The NICU?"

"Yeah, that."

"Depends on how he's looking. But they said he's measuring above average. Maybe him coming early is a blessing to my body."

"Maybe," Trevor laughed.

A nurse knocked at the door, "You ready to push, Mama?"

June nodded, gripping Trevor's hand a little tighter.

"Is he okay?" June asked worriedly, watching as the nurses and doctor placed him down.

"He's fine," Trevor reassured her.

"You've got a 5 pound baby at 30 weeks, Miss Hughes. Quite impressive," the doctor smiled. "He's looking healthy, but we'll just take him to run a few tests. Just to make sure everything is developed alright seeing as he's premature."

"Can I hold him?"

"Of course you can," the nurse grinned, placing the baby on June's chest.

"Trevor, look at him."

"I see him, Junie. I see him," he wiped his eyes, not wanting to cry in front of June.

"He's perfect."

"He is. Just like his mom."

June blushed, handing the baby to Trevor before the nurses took him to run some tests.

"Can we come in?" Quinn asked, knocking on the doorframe.

"Come in," Trevor smiled. He was sitting shirtless in a chair, the baby on his chest. June was fast asleep, light snores leaving her mouth.

"How's Junie doing?" Jack asked, shocking everyone.

"Good. She's good. She, uh, she needed a nap. So Beau and I are chillin."

"Beau?"

"Yeah. Hughes family meet Beau Quintin Zegras."

"Quintin?" Quinn felt his eyes water.

"Yeah. June insisted on it," Trevor chuckled.

"Can I hold him?" Jack was quick to ask, looking Beau in awe.

"Sure. Just wash your hands."

"Okay. Okay."

"Hey, Junie. How're you feeling?" Ellen asked, stroking her daughter's hair.

"Tired. But isn't Beau just the cutest? He got Trevor's blue eyes and I don't think I could possibly love him any more than I do."

"He's adorable, love. The perfect mix of the two of you. How'd the doctors say he's doing?"

"They said he looks like a full term baby," she giggled, "He's big and strong. And figured out how to eat pretty quickly."

Ellen laughed, "Glad to hear it. We're gonna head back to the house soon. I thought maybe you and Trev would head back to the actual house. He don't have a place for Beau to sleep here."

June nodded, letting her mom press a kiss to her forehead, "We're all proud of you, June. So so proud of you."

"Thanks, Mama."

"You ready?" Trevor asked, reaching out to hold June's hand.

"As ready as I'll ever be."

"Let's do this baby."

"Flight 335 to Anaheim is now boarding!"

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Price has a sweet tooth. Give him Nutella over marmite or even cheese any day. Does he indulge? Sadly, only rarely. Dad used to say it was for twats and toddlers only

Oh, Anon...

Price had all the sweetness beaten out of him, or so he thinks. Nikolai proves him wrong.

cw: slightly erotic act of feeding fruit, mention of disordered relationship with food.

Price denied his sweet tooth out of habit. Indulgence was weakness according to his upbringing, which meant that Price was taught abstinence when it came to treats. Coffee: black. Whiskey: neat. Crisps, not chocolate, if you really had to. No cake, no biscuits, no ice cream, nothing sweeter than a Braeburn apple. Price's diet was devoid of anything that might be considered superfluous.

It helped that the army was a place where a man's diet was heavily controlled, even if the quality of the food wasn't necessarily awe-inspiring. It was easy to ignore temptation when there were a million others things to focus on at any given moment.

Then, while Nik and the 141 were running an op in Warsaw, Nik turned up at the safehouse with a paper bag stuffed with rogaliki. The filling? Nutella. Price caught a whiff of them the moment Nik stepped across the threshold; they were still bakery-warm.

Soap leaned across to snag one out of the bag, feeding it beneath Simon's mask at his request so that he could remain prone, one eye down his scope. Gaz plucked two from the edge of the wrapper and then Nik offered it to Price. "Captain?"

It had been one hell of a week. Two close shaves, four false leads, bad intel, almost decapitated by the falling debris of an exploding Chinook. Price's self discipline was at a low point. "Nah, thanks. Too sweet for me."

"Och, cap. Yer missin' out," Soap called back, chomping one pastry as he watched through the scope in his hand.

Gaz hummed his agreement. "Yeah, sir. You gotta try these, they're peng."

Simon stayed silent.

Nik had glanced at each operator as they spoke but now he looked back at Price, shaking the wrapper once. "They are best when fresh."

Price's mouth watered. One couldn't hurt. He hadn't had Nutella in years, since his Da had scolded him for eating it with a dessert spoon from the jar and then it had never entered the house again... two and a half decades ago. "Olright, yeah, give it 'ere."

The pastry was warm still, white sugar clinging to the flakes as they fell to the floor on the way to his mouth. He didn't expect the whole outer body experience as he put it in his mouth, and he slumped down onto the upturned crate currently holding his M4 as he chomped the lot in two bites. "Bloody hell, what did ya call them, Nik?"

"Rogaliki," Nik replied, wiping his thumb over his lower lip to remove the white dusting. "Not quite as good as babooshka used to make, but close. They are good, no?"

Price grunted, running his tongue over his teeth in search of the last few morsels of sweet. Nik was watching him closely as he bit into another, his head tilted to the side. Price tried not to look at the paper bag on his lap.

When Nik finished, he changed seats to sit on the same crate as Price, their shoulders bumping together. "Another?"

Price shouldn't. He knew he shouldn't. But, ya know... Chinook, bad intel, close shaves. "Yeah, g'won then."

Nik made the fatal error of sliding the bag into Price's lap. The last three disappeared in a handful of minutes and Nik watched with interest. "If I had known you had such a sweet tooth, I would have bought more."

Price hummed, wiping the sugar and pastry from his beard on the back of his glove. "Bit of a weakness of mine."

Before Nik could answer, Ghost broke his silence. "Three hostiles spotted exiting the building at the southern exit."

Soap shifted down onto his elbows. "Aye, confirmed."

"Clear shot on the target?" Price left the crate as Nik and Gaz gathered their weapons.

"Aye."

"Take it."

Ghost pulled the trigger.

The rest of the operation went smoothly and Nik was soon flying them home. Price hit the shower after providing his initial report to the Major, and was settling down to his paperwork just as Nik stepped into his quarters.

"Knockin' not a custom where you come from?"

"Not between lovers, no."

Price's ears flushed a deep scarlet as Nik so easily named the slowly blooming relationship between them, and he slumped onto the edge of his cot to towel off his hair some more to try and hide it.

"You enjoy sweet things," Nik stated, and Price heard the rustle of a supermarket carrier bag, followed by a dull thud as its contents were placed on his desk. The room was narrow and Nik had to draw close to get past; shower fresh and warm, the faint scent of cologne... Nik smelled as good as the rogaliki had.

"Yeah. Bit of a vice."

"Smoking and drinking are vices. Food is good." Nik sat down on the edge of Price's cot at his side and lifted the edge of the towel to peer under it. "Food is to be enjoyed."

Price frowned, batting Nik's hand away so he could pull the towel off his head to chuck it over the back of his desk chair nearby. He didn't miss the affectionate flush in Nik's face at the sight of him; Nik liked it when Price was warm and ruffled. Complete softie, really. Not that the KorTac operator he had stabbed through the throat in Warsaw would agree...

There was a tupperware of strawberries in Nik's lap. They were cut up and washed, which meant Nik had prepared them before arriving. Price smiled. "They fer me?"

"Da," Nik looked at the desk too, "and so are those."

Price followed his eye to the stack of chocolate bars Nik had removed from the carrier bag.

"Nik, I'm already spreadin' in the middle," Price murmured as he patted his belly.

"Pssh." Nik didn't even humour him, scooting further onto the cot until his back was against the wall. He grabbed Price's pillow and placed it over his lap. "Lay here."

"I've got work to do."

The look Nik gave Price informed him that the work would be waiting until later.

"Using that look on me, terrifying bastard..." Price mumbled, slumping down petulantly on his side so that his head hit the pillow but he remained stubbornly inaccessible.

"On your back."

Price rolled over, hands resting on his chest, and side eyed the tupperware as Nik placed it on the bed. "You gonna feed me, Nik?" He asked, eyes crinkling in amusement.

"As Hadrian did his lovers," Nik replied, unclipping the plastic lid and selecting his first strawberry. Price could smell the fruit, but also the familiar nutty sweetness of Nutella.

"Does that make me Antinous?"

"Da."

"Didn't he drown under mysterious circumstance?"

"Jonathan, you are trying to distract me and it will not work," Nik said, smoothing his other big hand over Price's damp hair.

"Blimey, Jonathan..."

"Close your eyes."

Price did as he was told and took a deep breath through his nose. He'd be lying if he said this wasn't nice; a headache had been developing in his temples and Nik's palm was warm against his scalp. The first strawberry touched his lower lip and Price opened his mouth obediently. The sweet flesh of the fruit broke over his tongue, accented perfectly by the dab of Nutella Nik had scooped up with the edge, and Price's toes damn curled in pleasure.

"Good?" Nik asked, thumb brushing over the stubble on Price's chin as he chewed.

Price swallowed. "Mm, maybe."

"You are a bad liar."

"'m a brilliant liar to everyone else. Only seem t' have a problem with you." Price shuffled his shoulders to get comfortable. "I think I need a few more t' confirm."

Nik grinned. "That, I can do."

The next was just as good as the first, and the third was as good as that. Nik ate a few himself and then leaned down, his hand scooping beneath Price's head to lift him up for a kiss. A tongue that tasted sometimes of whiskey, often sugar free mint chewing gum, now filled Price's mouth with the sweetness of strawberries.

The sex that followed was good. The slow, deep kind where neither were particularly worried about reaching the end; more interested in touching, checking. Nik had been airborne when that Chinook had exploded, but he had been close enough to watch one of its blades spin over the heads of the 141.

Nik's body was heavy and warm between Price's legs, the low rumble of his voice vibrating in Price's chest and curling around his heart, softer and warmer even than the blankets Nik pulled over them in the aftermath. He buried his face in Price's hair, pulling him back so that their bodies touched from head to toe. "A sweet boy who loves sweet things," Nik murmured.

"Ain't nothin' sweet about me, Nikolai," Price said, voice rough in the afterglow.

"We will agree to disagree," Nik said, curling his arm up around Price's chest. "Whoever said you could not have these things, they were wrong. I will ensure you have as much of it as your heart desires."

It was difficult to argue when your entire body was humming with contentment, so Price closed his eyes and bedded down for a nap, basking in Nik's arms. The paperwork could wait until the morning.

[oddinary4bts]

Be With You | ch 7

☆summary: who knew that the hot guy you've been paired with for a class project is also a kind soul? Certainly not you, and you feel yourself falling even though you know you shouldn't. Will it be your demise, or will it all work out in the end?

☆pairing: Choi San x female!reader

☆rating: 18+ (minors DNI, this chapter contains mature content)

☆genre: slow burn strangers to lovers, college!au, smut, angst and fluff

☆warnings: cursing, Jungkook, anxiety, San's dad, confessions, alcohol, a frat party, mentions of the Night (oc's past with jungkook), a panic attack, did I already say Jungkook explicit content: love making <3, hickey, fingering, praise

☆word count: 11k

☆series masterpost

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☆a/n: okay so this chapter delves into the characters little more than the previous ones, and the fic will turn more serious from now on. It's kind of personal to me, as I have an ex like Jungkook, but I'll let you read and build your opinion. PSA tho, it does talk about abusive relationships (quick mentions in this chapter only). But yeahhh I hope you still like it, it wouldn't be a fic of mine without angst haha and thank you to @moonleeai for your amazing work as my beta reader, I love you and am forever thankful for you <3

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Cold snowflakes Withered down Until you bloom As a spring flower I'll be with you

Be With You, Ateez (english translation)

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Monday, October 21st

The sheet mask on your features is cool as you lie on your bed, soft music playing in the background. Sydney chose the song and though you don’t know it, you make a mental note to add it to your playlist when you’re done with your mask.

“Why is this so long?” Sydney complains.

“Shhh. You put yours on after I did.”

“Masks suck.”

You snort. “It’s good for your skin. Gotta have nice skin for Yun.”

She sighs dramatically. “He doesn’t care about that.”

She’s right - when it comes to her, Yunho doesn’t care about anything other than her wellbeing. It’s always been like this and you’re happy, so so happy that they finally made their way to each other after your brother longed for her for years. 

“You’ll give him a heart attack from how pretty you are after this,” you try to say with confidence, but the words just make you cringe.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“I don’t know.” You laugh in time with her, and then it’s your turn to sigh deeply, and hers to snort.

“What’s that sigh for?”

“I don’t know, man…”

But you do. Things have been amazing with San - too amazing - and every time you’ve thought about it since that first time you had sex, anxiety clutches at your chest. Fear delves into your soul, tainting the feelings that you know you have for him, and you imagine what it would be like to lose him.

What it would be like for him to be like Jungkook was in the end. Because Jungkook once was an angel. He’d bought you flowers, taken you on dates, showered you with love and affection… until he didn’t. Until affection turned into disgust, until hate flowed where love once was. 

Until that dreadful night when everything went to shit.

“It’s just,” you start, and then you fall silent, taking a deep breath. “San is amazing but like…”

You aren’t able to continue. Yet Sydney knows where you were going, and she picks up where you left off. “But you’re afraid things will turn out to be the same as they were with Jungkook?”

You nod even though you both have your eyes closed. “Yeah.” 

“Girl,” Sydney lets out, and you feel her shift next to you. “No one can be like Jungkook. He was a manipulative piece of shit from the beginning.”

Sydney is right - your therapist told you the same thing, explaining Jungkook’s early behaviour as love bombing. Back then, Sydney had even told you that Jungkook was doing too much, but you’d imagined you’d met your prince, and that you were about to have your happily ever after with him.

Until he started pulling away, and you excused his behaviour constantly because you were so in love with him that you couldn’t see the red flags even if they were standing right in front of you.

“But what if San is doing the same thing?” you ask, voicing your fear. “What if I’m just blinded by the way he acts with me?”

“Babe…” 

Before Sydney can speak, the timer on your phone goes off, indicating that it’s time to remove the face mask. So you do, standing up to see that Sydney has already removed hers.

“You didn’t even keep yours,” you scold her.

She just rolls her eyes, and then says, “Babe, San has been doing everything he can to become friends with Yunho too. Even with me. Jungkook did everything he could to cut you off from everyone. That’s not the same thing at all.”

You worry at your bottom lip, then wince as you taste the liquid from the mask that collected there. “I know. I’m just afraid it will be.”

Sydney looks at you with what you can only describe as pity, and you look away, unable to withstand it. 

“It’s okay to be afraid,” she tells you. “The important part is that you don’t let it stop you from experiencing something that can be great.”

Her voice is gentle, and she sounds so much like your mother that you suddenly feel like crying. You blink the wetness away, and then you get up from your bed, throwing the sheet mask in the trash can next to your desk.

“But you know… the people you love are also those that can hurt you the most,” you say. 

Sydney’s gaze widens. “Are you saying…” 

She never finishes the sentence, but you know exactly where it was headed. Which is what scares you the most - how could you fall for San so quickly?

“Well…” you trail off. “I do feel something for him. Everything has been going so fast…”

Sydney stays silent for a moment as if she’s pondering her next words. You just wait for her to talk, wait for her to tell you that you are right for being afraid.

“I think you should talk to him about all of this,” she admits. “He clearly cares about you a lot, and I’m sure he’d listen to you.”

The thought of him caring about you pushes your fear away, though it remains at the back of your mind, just like it has for days now.

“You think he cares about me?”

She throws you a no-bullshit look. “Are you kidding me? Yunho told me the only thing San speaks about is you.”

A shy smile makes its way to your lips as you scrunch up your nose. “Shut up.”

“I’m serious,” Sydney insists. “Yunho told me that he finds it annoying, even though he loves you.”

You roll your eyes. “I’m sure Yunho does the same thing about you.”

“Probably,” Sydney says confidently even though red creeps on her cheeks.

You don’t think she’s gotten used to the fact that she is dating your brother yet.

“But anyways,” Sydney lets out. “I really think you should just talk to San. If you want things to work, it’s important to communicate.”

“Didn’t you ignore Yunho for a while?”

The accusation is out before you mean to say it, and you burst out laughing as Sydney's eyes go wide with something akin to betrayal. 

“Asshole.”

“You love me,” you tease. “But I’m right.”

Sydney scowls, though the smile she’s trying to keep in threatens to appear as you wiggle your eyebrows. “You’re annoying. Yes, I ignored him. And you forced me to interact with him until we figured our shit out, and now we’re dating. So…” She shrugs her shoulders. “See this as me telling you to figure your shit out with San so that you can possibly date him.”

To date San… it sounds like an unattainable dream, yet you know Sydney is right.

Only a single conversation might sit between that dream and reality.

Wednesday, October 23rd

You’re anxious. You haven’t felt that way when it comes to Choi San for a while, but you’re anxious as you wait for him at the library for your usual study session. You still have to work on the Illuminati project - the fifteen minute presentation is in December, but you have to make a Powerpoint and a full twenty pages long text about it, so you’ve been working on it every Wednesday.

You have four pages written so far, and you think you might be able to finish a fifth tonight if you focus. Thing is, knowing yourself, your anxiety will come in the way of being able to write anything, so you really hope San will be able to help a lot.

He’s late. It’s the first time he’s ever been late to a study session and that, too, contributes to your anxiety. That, and the fact that you told Sydney you would speak to him tonight, tell him all about Jungkook and why you’re really afraid of getting into a relationship again.

You don’t know how he’ll take it. You lied to him after all, saying that you’ve never dated before, but you doubt it’ll be too much of an issue when he’ll learn why you lied.

If he ever shows up.

You worry at your bottom lip, glancing at the time on your phone. He hasn’t texted you to tell you why he is running late, but you figure it’s just a matter of time before he opens the door with that lopsided smile he reserves just for you, the one he gives you every time he greets you.

It’s usually followed by a kiss on the top of your head, and you just know that that will solve all your anxiety about talking to him. 

A minute passes, and San still doesn’t arrive. You grab your phone, going to your chat with him. The last message was him confirming he’d meet you at the library, and that you could hang out after. You’d just sent a smiling emoji in return, and so you start typing a new message, pressing send as you once more pull on some dry skin on your bottom lip.

[7:39 pm] You: are u going to be here soon?

The message delivers, and you just stare at your phone, waiting to see if he’ll reply. Luckily for you, it doesn’t take long before the three little dots bubble appears, indicating that he’s typing something. It appears and disappears a few times before the message finally reaches your phone, and you can immediately tell that something is wrong.

[7:41 pm] San🏔️: sry. be there in five min

You reread the message, expecting San to send something else, but he never does. So you switch to Instagram, going through reels as if that will lessen the spike in your anxiety. It obviously does not, and you almost count the seconds until the five minutes is up, and San is still not there.

To your relief, he arrives a minute later, his hair dishevelled and his hoodie wet from the rain outside.

“Sorry,” he says as he pushes the door open.

There’s no smile or kiss for you tonight, as San plops in the chair across the table. You just look at him, eyes a little widened, and you watch as he pulls his laptop out of his backpack.

“Did you do anything while waiting for me?” he asks.

He sounds so unlike him that you’re stunned silent, still just staring at him. He looks up from his laptop, cocking an eyebrow.

“Are you okay?” he queries.

“What’s wrong with you?” 

His lips stretch in a thin line and he sighs deeply, his gaze dropping to the table. “I gotta admit I had a shit day. But I do want to get some work done.” He wets his lips, looking at you again. “We can talk about it later?”

You slightly frown as concern fills your heart for him, yet you nod your head. “Sure, we can talk about it when we get to my place after this.”

He offers you a small, sad smile that pulls at your heartstrings painfully and you want to help him right away, but you know you have to respect his boundaries.

If he doesn’t want to talk now, you shouldn’t force him to.

Evidently, your concern for him makes it hard to work, but you do end up being able to write some of the text for the project. It feels like it’s forever before you’re finally calling it quits for the night, and you put your stuff away in silence as San seems busy on his phone. 

He curses under his breath, throwing his phone on the table, and his features turn angry, cold. It’s a little scary considering how warm he usually always is, and you pause with your hand still holding your laptop in your bag, watching him.

“What’s wrong?” you ask.

San scoffs, slightly shaking his head. “My fucking dad.”

He’s never talked to you about his father before, only his mom, so you wait in silence, expecting him to say more. But he doesn’t, instead getting up and grabbing his backpack, the scowl still on his features.

You carefully stand up, grabbing your own bag as he waits for you by the door, his jaw clenched tightly. You walk to him, putting a hand on his forearm to find him tensed under your touch.

“Are you okay?” you ask, your voice barely over a whisper.

San takes a sharp inhale of breath, shrugging his shoulders. “It doesn’t matter.”

“But it does,” you insist. “You know you can talk to me about anything, right?”

He meets your gaze then, and there is so much sadness in those sweet eyes of his that you feel your heart breaking in your chest, and you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug. He stiffens at first, but then he melts in your embrace, burying his face in your neck.

You don’t move for a while, just holding him as close to your heart as you possibly can. There’s something pained about the way he just keeps his face in your neck, his position so defeated you want to hold him forever.

Want to protect him from every atrocity in this world, too.

“Sorry,” he apologizes when he finally manages to lift his head. He meets your gaze, and you notice there’s silver lining his eyes, though he blinks it away quickly. “I really had a shit day, goddamn.”

“It’s okay,” you reassure him, one of your hands moving to the top of his head so you can rearrange his dishevelled hair. “I’m with you now.”

He gulps, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat, and then he nods. “You are.”

“Ready to go home?”

He bends down, his lips finding yours for a featherlight kiss. You don’t try to deepen it, letting him guide the kiss until he pulls away, nodding again.

“Yeah. Yeah, please.”

You grab his hand, opening the door. You walk out with your hands intertwined, and San follows as you make your way out of the library building to meet the cold world outside.

Though it hasn't been as cold as it was two weeks ago. Indeed, the temperature has gone up a few degrees in the last two days, and the rain isn’t as freezing as you’d expect it to be for this time of the year. It helps that it’s more of a drizzle than actual rain, and that San’s hand is warm in yours despite the sadness lingering in his heart.

You wonder what could have happened with him to make him feel this way. What his dad could have done… 

You don’t think you like his father, not when he makes San feel like this.

“Are you coming to the Halloween party this Friday?” San asks.

He’s asked you before, and you’ve confirmed it to him, so you throw him a look, knowing he’s just trying to lighten the atmosphere as you walk to your apartment. 

“Yeah, of course I am.”

He nods. “Right. I know that. I meant to ask what you’re going as.”

“Oh.” You look ahead, watching a car passing in the street. “I’m going as the queen of hearts.”

Indeed, you’ve bought a red corset for the costume last weekend when you went shopping with Sydney, and you found a gold crown at an obscure Halloween shop yesterday. You’ll pair that with some cards and makeup, along with a black skirt and some black platform boots, and then you’ll be good to pretend being the queen of hearts for the evening.

“You?” you add a moment later, before San replies.

“Mmh, queen of hearts,” he pensively says. “I bet you’ll look amazing.” 

The compliment falls a little flat with his sad voice, but you don’t mention it, instead listening to him as he speaks again.

“I’ll be going as a Peaky Blinder,” he reveals. “Along with Wooyoung and the others.”

“That is such a good idea,” you excitedly say, and it brings a tired smile to his lips. “You’ll be so hot.”

That earns you a chuckle that feels oh so healing, and you grin as you look at him. “We’ll see about that.”

“Have some faith!” you insist. “Look at you, you’ll look so hot pretending to be a gangster.”

He doesn’t reply anything, instead just chuckling again, and you squeeze his hand gently as you pull him just a little closer.

“I’m sure we’ll have a lot of fun,” you say.

He nods and this time, his smile is tentative. It shows some of his dimples, and you soften at the sight, feeling the urge to hold him in your arms again. You resist though, knowing it’s better to wait until you’re home before you hug.

“We will,” he says, and he sounds so hopeful you squeeze his hand again.

“We’ll dance, and you’ll drink, and then I can laugh at your drunk ass,” you tease.

His laugh rings truer this time around. “I think I’ll go sober. Just so that you have someone to be with you.”

“That’s boring,” you tell him. “I don’t need you to go sober for me.”

He shrugs. “I feel like it.” And then he pulls you closer, almost making you stumble, and he wraps his arm around your shoulders. “I’ll only have a drink when you’re ready to have one too.”

His proximity makes you feel all warm inside, and pink dusts your cheeks. “You really don’t have to wait for me,” you tell him. “I might never feel like drinking again.”

There’s a moment of silence, and then San speaks up. “I’ve always wondered, is there a reason why you stopped drinking?”

Your heart stops in your chest, a sudden sharp pain stabbing at it as your anxiety comes back full force. “Huh.”

San senses your hesitance, and he kisses your temple. It eases the pain, yet the anxiety remains, almost choking you.

“It’s alright, you don’t really have to tell me,” he says. “To be fair, it’s not like you need a reason to not drink. I was just wondering if there was one.”

Your heartbeat skyrockets - he’s opened the door wide for you to take the leap and start telling him about Jungkook, yet the words die in your throat. They die, and what comes out instead is, “There isn’t really any reason, to be honest.”

You hate yourself. You hate yourself, because you’ve been meaning to talk to him since Monday. You’ve been meaning to tell him everything, yet you can’t say a single word about it right now. He’s unaware of your inner turmoil, probably lost in thoughts of his as you finally reach your apartment a few minutes later.

The place is warm, empty, Yunho having gone to Sydney’s place for the evening, which is why you invited San over instead of going to his. You take off your shoes and coat, and then you walk to the kitchen, putting a pot of water on the stove to prepare some ramen for you and San. San follows you yet remains silent, and you throw him a look once the water is on the heat.

He’s looking at the floor, seemingly defeated, and you make your way to him, grabbing his hand.

“Sit,” you tell him, pulling him towards the table. 

He does, and before you can move to sit next to him, he grabs your hips, pulling you closer. He buries his face in your chest, and you wrap your arms around his neck, kissing the top of his head.

“I’m sorry if I was rude earlier,” he mumbles against your chest.

You pout, patting his back. “It’s okay, San. You’re allowed to not always be happy.”

“But you didn’t deserve it.”

You peck the top of his head again. “Thank you for apologizing.”

He sighs, his grip around you tightening. “My dad is an asshole.”

You pull away, meeting his gaze, though his eyes are quick to drop to the ground as he lets you go. You sit next to him, pulling your chair closer so that you can hold his hand as he keeps talking.

“I’ve been meaning to tell you about him,” he admits. “I feel like you can’t really understand me without knowing about him?” He wets his lips, sighing deeply. “My dad cheated on my mother. Had the whole double life kinda thing. I found out when I was thirteen because he bought a PS4, and then it just disappeared from the house.” His jaw clenches once, a muscle feathering under his skin. “He gave it to his other son.”

You don’t know what to say. You feel like someone has just dunked icy water on you, and your whole body freezes as your heart clenches in your chest.

“I told my mom, and she confronted him. He was working half of the month in some other city? Turns out he wasn’t. He was just spending those weeks with his other family.”

“San…”

He scoffs. “That’s not even the worst part. He got married to that other woman while he was still with my mom, telling her that they didn’t need to get married. He’s a fucking asshole.”

“I’m so sorry…”

That's all that you can think to say. You don’t know what words could convey how horrified you are for him, how much your heart is shattering in your chest. You can’t even imagine what that must have been like, to be thirteen and find out that your father was lying to you and your mother your whole life. Like a nightmare come true, San’s childhood must have been ruined by the experience.

“He entirely stopped helping me and my mother when we found out, and just stayed with his other family.”

The betrayal he must have felt… you can’t even begin to imagine it.

“So yeah, he’s an asshole.”

There’s a moment of silence during which you realize the water is boiling on the stove, and you squeeze San’s hand, getting up to put the ramen in the pot. “What happened today?”

San’s scowl is not directed at you, yet it hurts to see it distorting his usual soft features. “He came back in the picture three years ago, insisting that I should go to his birthday parties because he wanted to reconnect. I’ve never been, but it doesn’t stop him from giving me shit for not pulling up.”

“Wow…” you trail off as you sit back next to San. “I’m so sorry you had to live through that.”

He scoffs. “It’s horrible. I fucking hate cheaters.”

You feel sick. You feel sick to your stomach, and you can’t hold his gaze when he looks your way. 

“I actually told myself I’d never date anyone,” he admits, his voice losing the jagged edge it’s been carrying since he started talking to you about his father. “But then I met you… and I’m fucking afraid you’ll hurt me, but you just… you make me feel safe.”

You want to cry. You want to cry and scream and go back in time and undo everything that’s ever happened to San. He doesn’t deserve any of this, doesn’t deserve to be afraid you’ll hurt him.

Though, you’ve been afraid he’ll hurt you, too.

“I don’t plan on hurting you,” you say with a small voice as thoughts of Jungkook fill your head. “I really don’t.”

You feel like you should tell him now. That you should explain everything that happened between you and Jeon Jungkook three years ago, but the alarm on your phone tells you that the ramen is ready, and then you find you can’t talk.

You can’t say anything. If you were afraid to talk to San, it’s even worse now that he’s shared his past with you.

You separate the ramen in two bowls before sitting next to San again. He’s been looking at you, his eyes shiny, and he leans towards you. You meet him halfway. You meet him halfway like you wish your mind could do too, kissing him softly. The kiss hurts deeply, yet when San tilts his head to the side to deepen it, you feel the pain fading away, replaced by him.

Replaced by all the emotions you feel for him.

“Thank you,” he whispers when he pulls away. “Thank you for not making a big deal out of this.”

If only he knew the thoughts haunting your head…

“Of course, San,” you reply softly. “Thank you for trusting me with this.”

He presses another kiss to your lips, and then he fully pulls away, sitting back in his spot. He takes a deep breath, his shoulders going up and down with it, and then he picks up his chopsticks.

“Let’s eat before it gets cold.”

You nod, swallowing around a lump in your throat as you focus on your bowl, and on the steam wafting from it. You don’t feel too hungry anymore, lead having settled in your stomach, yet you force yourself to eat the entire bowl, if only so that you can have a reason to not be talking right now.

“Can I take a shower?” San asks when you’re done eating, and he’s washed the bowls in the sink, putting them to dry on the drying rack.

“Of course,” you say, offering him a small smile you hope he can’t tell is anxious.

He walks towards you, bending down to peck your forehead. “Join me?”

If only he knew…

“You really can’t resist, huh?” you tease.

Your voice does fall flat, but San ignores it, grabbing your hand and pulling you up to your feet. He kisses you deep and languid - it’s so out of nowhere that you almost stumble back, but his large hand finds the small of your back and holds you in place, keeping you close to him.

You’ll talk to him. You’ll tell him everything, but you need time to prepare. Hell, you might even need to talk to your therapist from back then to ask her how to tell him.

How to explain everything in a way that makes him understand you. Because you can’t lose him. You don’t want to, not when the emotions growing between the two of you promises to bloom in flowers of love one day.

You see the potential. You feel it in your chest as he kisses you, as he pulls away to rest his forehead against yours after. You feel it in the words unsaid as you both catch your breath, and in the way he holds you.

In the way he washes your back in the shower, too. In the way he tucks you in the blanket as you lie in bed after, facing each other. It’s written in his gaze, in the softness of his features, and you’ll be damned if you ever let him go.

“Your bed is so comfortable,” San says with a sigh, his eyes fluttering shut.

You smile, letting your anxiety dissolve away. You’ll be okay. You and Choi San will be okay - you have to.

“Why do you think I’d rather watch Netflix on my laptop in my bed,” you say.

He chuckles, meeting your gaze. “You didn’t even bring your laptop.”

You prop yourself up on an elbow, looking towards your school bag near your desk. “I mean… it isn’t too far.” 

You make to get up, but San wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you into his embrace. You let him do it, happy to be cuddled to his chest a second later, and you sigh, nuzzling your face on his soft skin.

“You know what?” you mumble. “Let’s just stay here.”

He chuckles, and it reverberates deep in his chest. And you’re happy he’s laughing now. Happy his smiles have been more frequent since he confided in you, happy to know the heaviness has lifted from his shoulders. He’s much more like your usual San, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Let’s,” he agrees. “Though I might fall asleep. You’re so warm.”

“So are you.” You turn on your back, meeting his gaze. “You’re like a heater in here.”

He smiles, his dimples stealing your breath away. “Are you saying I’m hot?”

It makes you roll your eyes, but his laugh makes you giggle too, and then his lips are suddenly on yours, soft as ever.

You sigh, kissing him back, your heartbeat starting to race in your chest. His lips move slowly at first, almost as if he’s hesitant, but then the rhythm naturally increases, and San climbs on top of you. You spread your legs to make room for him, right as he lightly bites at your lower lip, sucking on it.

“What are you doing?” you ask when he pulls away, hiding his face in your neck. 

His teeth tease the skin under your ear, and your lips part on a silent moan as he talks, “What does it look like I’m doing here?”

You hum, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him closer. “I don’t know?”

He chuckles, but then he’s kissing you again. He’s kissing you again and it’s all light and feathers and the first snowfall in the streetlights. It’s the first ray of the sun, when the day has barely just begun. The first spark of fire, the first drop of rain.

It’s the first of everything and nothing, and it is all consuming, in the same slow, gentle way that water laps at the rocks, shaping them for centuries to come. San shapes you with the swipe of his tongue on yours, with his hands caressing your skin and, a few minutes later, with his hips rocking against yours. 

He shapes you with every breathless pleas he whispers in your ear as he makes love to you, slowly fucking you like there is no tomorrow. Like there is just now, and you’ll exist in this moment forever.

You would. You would live in this moment until you turn into stardust, until ashes are all that’s left of you. You’d live in this moment, over and over again until your last breath, if only for the love that San breathes into you as he slowly moves back and forth, soft grunts falling from his lips. Your hands are on his back, holding him close, and his forehead rests against yours.

You breathe the same air as he makes love to you, and you really wish time will stop.

Really wish you’ll live in this moment outside of time for the rest of your life.

San stops moving, and he grabs one of your hands in his back to bring it over your head, entwining your fingers. He whispers your name with so much devotion you want to cry, and then he says, “I’m falling in love with you. So, so much.”

His words take you in their embrace, carrying you closer to your high when he starts moving again. It’s a high born of love, of powerful emotions. It hits you when you’re trying to say you’re falling for him too, silencing you, and then you just kiss him as he too climaxes, his motions sloppy.

“San,” you breathe out when your heartbeat finally starts slowing down too.

He remains silent, unmoving, and your eyes flutter open to see his eyelids are still tightly sealed, as if he’s in pain.

“Is something wrong?” you ask.

He takes a deep breath, and then he rolls on the bed next to you. Something feels off, and you immediately turn on your side, laying your hand on his chest.

“No,” he says.

You feel the lie. It tastes bitter on your tongue, and you move closer, wrapping your arm around his waist. You peck his shoulder, and then lean your head against him, your chin on his shoulder.

“I’m falling for you too, San,” you whisper in his ear. 

You feel him relax next to you - was he afraid you were about to reject him?

“Ever since we started working on the project…” you trail off. “I’m really starting to fall in love with you.” You take a deep, shuddering breath in, preparing yourself into baring your soul to him. “I didn’t think I could fall in love, but here we are.”

It’s all you can say. The rest dies in your throat when San turns, pecking your forehead as his arm snakes to your back, and he pulls you even closer to him.

“Good,” he says, and then he lets out a small vulnerable chuckle. “That’s really fucking good.”

You giggle. “What?”

“I can’t lose you, you know that?”

You know far too well, because you too can’t afford to lose him either. So you hold him tight for the rest of the evening, refusing to let go.

You can only hope that it’ll keep him close forever, too.

Friday, October 25th

The party is loud. Whoever is in charge of the music most likely does not care for people’s eardrums, because the music is so loud you think your ears might bleed by the end of the evening. 

Most people don’t seem to care. They’re drunk, swaying to the beat as they try to converse but end up screaming into each other’s ears. You feel overstimulated as you make your way through the crowd, hand in hand with an even more overstimulated Sydney. You’re trying to pull her towards the stairs - San texted you to tell you that they moved there because the music isn’t as loud and they can play drinking games - but there are so many people you don’t even know if you’ll make it.

Hell, you even think you might get lost on the way.

Against all odds, you eventually emerge from the crowd near the small hallway that leads to a bathroom and to the stairs to the basement, and you breathe out a sigh of relief, tugging Sydney down the stairs.

San was right - the music is much less irritating down here, and the crowd is much more sparse, allowing you to see Yeosang and Jongho’s girlfriend near the wall to your left. You head towards them, and you soon catch sight of San and Wooyoung, their backs turned to you as they talk to Jongho.

Turns out that San meant only the four of them when he said that they were going as the Peaky Blinders. Indeed, you’d assumed Yunho, Seonghwa and Hongjoong were also going to be in on the costume, but Yunho chose to dress up as Spiderman while Seonghwa and Hongjoong decided to go as pirates.

Yeosang notices you, waving at you with a smile as Lyla takes a sip of her drink, her eyes lighting up at your sight. You easily thread your way through the crowd, and San turns your way before you stop next to him, as if he senses his presence.

He looks handsome, standing there in a black suit. The beret on his head would have looked silly outside of a Halloween party, yet it makes sense here, as does the fake black pistol on his hip. He grins at you, his eyes warm, and he opens his arms for you as you finally reach his side.

You walk into his embrace, looking up to him as your arms wrap around his waist. He’s still grinning, the dimples on his cheeks in full sight, and he dives down for a quick kiss before pulling away.

“Hey, you,” he whispers.

Your heart flutters in your chest. “Hey.”

You’ll talk to him tomorrow. You’ve prepared the whole thing, even started writing down how you want to say things to him in your note app yesterday evening. You owe it to him, especially after Wednesday night.

Something has shifted between the two of you since then. Be it the confessions or the love making, but something has shifted - you just need to tell him all about your past before making things official.

If things go well, you’ll be able to call Choi San your boyfriend tomorrow, and you don’t think there exists a more beautiful word in the English dictionary when it comes to him.

“You are gorgeous,” he compliments you, and then he takes a step back, motioning for you to do a twirl. You do so, laughing as he pulls you right back into his embrace. “Yes, my girl is so fucking gorgeous.”

The possessiveness in his words does something to you that you can’t describe, and you bite at your lower lip.

“Your girl?”

He winks at you. “Whenever you’re ready, yes.”

You can’t help the bright smile on your lips that follows his words. Because, even though your anxiety threatens to eat you alive, you have so much hope when it comes to him that you doubt anything could ruin it.

Not even your past. After all, like your mother said on the phone last night when you called for advice, the past is in the past, and the only way is forward. And you want to move forward with San, want to experience what Yunho and Sydney are also experiencing.

You want love, and more than that, you want San’s love.

“Mmh, soon,” you reply, cheeks dusting with pink, and San bends down to kiss you again, this time with a little more conviction.

“Damn, get a room,” Wooyoung says next to you, and you pull away from the kiss to punch him on the shoulder. 

He bursts out laughing, rubbing the spot you punched as he winks at you, and you roll your eyes. “You’re just jealous because you don’t have anyone to hook up with.”

A chorus of ‘oooh’s erupts in your group, and you smirk, proud of your comeback. Wooyoung takes everyone by surprise when he shrugs his shoulders, glancing towards the stairs.

“I’ll have you know that I actually have a date here tonight, soooo.”

Your gaze widens at the same time as San says, “You didn’t tell me.”

“Sometimes, it’s good to have a little secret,” Wooyoung says with a wise smile, and San just pushes him. 

You let them fight like they always do, turning to Sydney. She’s texting on her phone, most likely letting Yunho know where you currently are in case he wants to join, and then she raises her head, meeting your gaze.

“Ready to party?”

You smile wickedly, not expecting that from Sydney. “Oh, I was born ready.”

You were, if one can be born ready to party without drinking alcohol. You manage to do so, having fun with Sydney and the rest of the group, and even more so when Yunho and Seonghwa eventually join. For the first time in your life, you feel like you’re part of a group, of something bigger than just you and Sydney, and it’s a feeling you want to get accustomed to.

You’ve never had a big friend group, but the joy of it is addictive in the sweetest ways, after all.

“Having fun?” San asks a little while later.

He wraps his arms around your middle from behind, kissing the top of your head. You lean back into him, patting his hand as a smile grows on your lips. “More than I thought I would,” you admit.

Indeed, you’d imagined you’d be anxious at the perspective of having to tell him everything tomorrow, but you only feel hope.

You only feel like you might start flying once the truth is finally out. 

San brushes your hair over your shoulder, his head dipping to your neck. “I know I said it before,” he whispers in your ear, “but you look fucking amazing.”

His lips tease your skin, and a shiver runs down your spine, leaving goosebumps on your arms. “So do you,” you whisper back.

He nips at your skin. “I don’t think I’ll be able to wait until we get to my place.” He kisses your neck, and his hands drop to your hips, pulling you even closer.

You’re not surprised to feel his dick rubbing against you, even though he’s not quite hard yet.

“We’re in public,” you remind him, and your eyes flutter shut as he bites at your earlobe.

“And?”

You whine, opening your eyes to make sure that no one is looking at you. Luckily enough, everyone is too busy with the game of stack the cup that’s unfolding right now - one you and San chose not to participate in since you’re not drinking - and no one notices the way he makes you grind on him.

“Stop,” you warn, though you keep moving, especially as you feel his dick hardening already.

“Sorry,” he apologizes, and his hands move up to your waist. “I’ll stop.”

But then he’s making you turn around, and his lips are quick to catch yours. It’s languid, a little wet, and you know you’re already dripping from the burning heat that grows in your lower stomach.

Only San has ever had that effect on you.

“Bathroom?” you suggest when he pulls away to rest his forehead against yours.

He chuckles. “I thought you didn’t like doing things in public.”

“But you always get me so horny…”

He grunts in your mouth as you kiss him again and then bite down on his lower lip. His hands find your hips once more, slightly digging in the supple skin there as he holds you tight, and then he pulls away, his breath ragged.

“Bathroom?”

You glance at the table where people are playing, catching Yeosang looking your way. He’s quick to look away, and though you think you should be embarrassed, you answer, “Bathroom.”

It doesn’t take you long for the two of you to climb the stairs back to where you saw the bathroom to be earlier. San opens the door for you, and you walk in, ready to jump on him the second he closes the door. He’s quicker than you though and he spins you around, pinning you against the door as his mouth crashes on yours so hard your teeth clash. It hurts, but he’s already kissing you languidly, his tongue teasing yours, and you can’t concentrate, can’t think anything other than how much you want him.

The music is loud, though slightly muffled from the closed door, and you can only hope it muffles the light moan you let out when San disconnects from your lips to find your neck, sucking a hickey into your skin. You lose your hand in his hair, slightly tugging at the strands, and then he’s moving back up, lips meeting yours for another kiss that leaves your mind spinning.

“San,” you breathe out when he pulls away, your gazes connecting for an intimate embrace.

“Can I finger you?” he asks, his hand already going down to the hem of your skirt.

“Fuck.” You lean your head against the door as his fingers trail up your inner thigh, his thumb brushing on your clothed heat. “I kind of want you to fuck me.”

He chuckles. “I’ll fuck you tonight, baby,” he says with a low, husky voice as he pushes your panties aside. One of his fingers trace your hole, moving to your clit to rub on it as he adds, “I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t be able to leave my bed tomorrow.”

You’re soaked. The way his finger slips right in when he goes back to your entrance tells you you’re soaked through, and your mouth falls open on a small moan as his finger arches brushing on your g-spot.

“But I can finger you here, mmh?” he adds, pulling his finger out before pushing it back in. It squelches, and you hold onto his shoulders as he does it again, harder this time. “Fuck, you’re dripping wet, baby.”

“I know,” you whine as he continues the slow push and pull of his finger, never accelerating. 

You doubt your legs will hold you up for much longer. Indeed, the second his thumb rubs on your clit, your knees go weak, and if he wasn’t holding your waist with his free hand, you’re pretty sure you would have fallen to the floor.

“So, so wet,” he praises. “And so pretty too.”

He pulls his finger out of you, bringing it up between your faces. He looks at your wetness, at your juices coating his digit, and then he takes it in his mouth, cleaning it.

“Now, let’s make you come, shall we?” he says with a wink.

You nod, and his hand goes back between your legs, his finger finding your hole in half a heartbeat. Another half a heartbeat later and he’s buried it in you almost to the knuckle, and you cry out as he kisses at the spot that connects your shoulder and your neck.

That’s when he truly gets to work, fucking you with his finger quicker. Your back arches off the door, and his hand shifts to the small of your back to hold you up as he keeps fingering you like that, and you muffle your moans by pressing the side of your fist on your mouth.

The squelching sounds your pussy makes are loud in the bathroom, and it’s like the music is distant, elsewhere as San praises you gently.

“Such a good fucking girl,” he says. “Do you want me to put another finger in?”

You nod, entirely unable to speak, and your legs give out under you when he finally does so, the friction on your walls too much for you to stand anymore.

It doesn’t matter - San picks you up, sitting you on the counter, and then he’s back between your legs, fingers moving so fast you have to hold on to his forearm. He kisses you deep, his soft lips devouring you, and your high nears as his thumb once more rubs on your clit, hard enough for you to see stars.

“Gentler,” you choke out.

He nods, the pressure on your clit lessening to a more comfortable one, and the knot forming in your lower stomach slowly tightens, even more so as your walls instinctively clench on his hand.

“You can do it, baby,” San praises you. “Come all over my fingers.”

You don’t need more than that to fall off the edge, and your thighs instinctively close around his forearm as you come, the waves of your climax crashing into you one after the other. San fingers you through it all, slowing the rhythm to make sure it remains comfortable, and soon the high recedes, leaving you panting for your life as you lean against the mirror.

San’s fingers leave you empty, and he puts your panties back in place as your eyes flutter open - when did they close? - to meet his prideful smile right as he licks his fingers clean. 

“Felt good?” he asks.

You nod. “Holy shit.” You straighten, struggling to do so from how weak you feel from the orgasm. “How can you always be so good?”

He shrugs his shoulders as if it’s nothing, and then he turns towards the sink, washing his hands. “I’m just observant.”

He clearly is, because no one has ever made you come so good as him before.

“You’re so hard,” you say as your eyes drop to the tent in his pants. 

He looks down at himself, letting out a small laugh. “Yeah.”

“Can I suck you?”

He clenches his jaw, cursing under his breath as he dries his hands on a hand towel. “Unfortunately, I think we’ll get killed if we hold up the bathroom any longer,” he says, and it’s only then that you hear someone banging on the door.

You flush deep crimson as you force yourself to stand, and San is quick to make sure you’re able to stand, his hands finding your waist to steady you.

“Oh my God,” you let out. “That’s…”

Embarrassing is the word you wanted to say, yet San kisses you softly, interrupting your sentence. You don’t mind it - you’d kiss him for hours if you could, and so you melt against him, hands resting flat on his chest.

“Oof,” San says when he pulls away, taking a deep breath. “We gotta stop kissing because I can’t go out like this.”

You both look down at his still visible erection, and you laugh, tapping his chest.

“Better think about something disgusting, Choi San.”

He chuckles, shutting his eyes as he breathes deeply for a couple of seconds, and then the banging on the door resumes, startling him.

“Just a minute!” San yells out, and you burst out laughing as he goes back to the sink, turning the cold water on to splash some in his face.

He repeats the motion a couple of times, and then he straightens, water droplets covering his skin. He grabs the hand towel, and you wince as he dries his face with it.

“This has to be bad for your skin,” you say as he emerges from behind the towel, putting it back in its spot.

“Why?”

“The amount of people that have touched this without it being washed…” you trail off as he winces.

“Right.”

He tosses the towel on the counter, taking a look at himself in the mirror. He runs a hand through his hair, trying to rearrange it, and then he takes a deep breath, turning towards you.

“Let’s get out of here before they break through the door.”

You snort, and you grab San’s hand as you open the door to the sight of a red-faced guy. He looks between you and San, laughing awkwardly.

“Nice.”

You cock an eyebrow, and then the guy walks past the two of you, slamming the door shut behind him.

“What a gentleman,” you deadpan.

San chuckles, and then he pulls you into a hug, pecking your forehead. “He probably almost pissed himself, give him a break.”

That makes you laugh, and you tilt your head back to look at San. The moment your gazes connect you feel like you step into an alternate universe of just you and him, and you smile softly, the softness in his eyes enough to make you want to stay here with him until the end of time.

“Hey, you,” he whispers.

You tiptoe, bridging the gap between your mouths, and you press a featherlight kiss on his lips. He answers with heat, taking you by surprise as his large hand finds your back, arching you into the kiss. He smiles against your mouth, a devilish smirk that just makes you want to rush to his apartment and spend the night tangling in bed with him, but you did come here to enjoy the party a little too.

So you pull away from the kiss, your cheeks heated, and you meet San’s gaze.

“M’kay, I’m going to go find Syd,” you tell him. “So that we play that beer pong game.” Indeed, before your friends started to play stack the cup, Sydney begged you to play beer pong with her. “And then I’ll be free to go whenever you want to.”

“You’re going to have to be patient,” San teases, and he pecks your forehead before stepping away, winking at you. “I’ll find you later.”

You nod, waving him goodbye as he leaves through the crowd in the living room, even though you’re disappointed that he’s not coming with you. It’s easy to know why - Wooyoung disappeared earlier to go find that date he claims he invited here, and you’ve all been curious to know who it is.

Especially San, considering that Wooyoung is his best friend and he also did not tell him who he invited. 

You take a deep breath as San disappears in the crowd, and then you head down the stairs, knowing Sydney is going to be there. You indeed find her near one of the beer pong tables along with Yunho and Seonghwa, and her gaze widens when she sees you walking towards her.

You know something bad has happened when you see the look on her face. The stars in the universe must have dealigned, the Earth spun off its axis, because even before Sydney speaks, dread settles deep in your stomach, tasting awfully like bile.

“Don’t panic,” she says, grabbing your wrists and pulling you closer to her. “But Jungkook is here.”

Your throat goes dry, your heart stops beating in your chest, and it feels like liquid has been dunked in your lungs, preventing you from breathing. “What?”

“Remember the guy that Wooyoung said he’s been hooking up with?” Sydney adds. All you can do is blink once in answer, and so she continues, “It’s Jimin. Fucking Park Jimin. And you know Jungkook and Jimin go everywhere together.”

“That can’t…” you trail off as the sound around you fades away, replaced by a flat line almost loud enough to burst your eardrums. “That can’t be true.”

Sydney pulls you even closer, awkwardly hugging you. “I saw him.” She tightens her hold around you. “I’m sorry.”

It’s like the last three years have disappeared. It’s like you’re once again sitting on the floor, watching Yunho burst into the room and slamming his fist on the side of Jungkook’s face. The terror once again invades your stomach, and you think you can even taste blood on your tongue.

“We can leave if you want,” Sydney says, and her words snap you back to reality.

“What the fuck?” you let out.

“I know,” she whispers, glancing at her boyfriend. “Seonghwa had to drag Yunho down here. He was about to fight Jungkook again.”

Your gaze trails to your brother, who looks infinitely tense next to you.

“What the fuck?” is all you can repeat.

“Do you want to go home?”

It takes a moment for your thoughts to go to San, who’s somewhere up there. In the same room as Jeon Jungkook, the man you thought you’d never see again. The one you wished you’d never see again, if only so that you wouldn’t relive all the trauma of your relationship.

“I’m not going up there,” you say, and you take a shuddering breath in. “Let’s stay here.”

Sydney meets your gaze, holding it for long enough that you feel awkward, but you know it’s her way of making sure that this is what you truly want. And though what you truly want is to already be in San’s bed, lost in his embrace, being here with your best friend and your brother will have to do for now.

But you’re distracted. You’re far too distracted, missing all the shots you shoot in beer pong while Seonghwa clearly seems to be worried about you, and about Sydney and your brother. The three of you are just tense, barely even talking, so you don’t blame him for being concerned.

He doesn’t know anything about Jeon Jungkook after all, as Yunho met him in college. All he knows is that your brother was ready to beat Jungkook earlier.

To you, it doesn’t make sense that Jungkook is here. He doesn’t even study in this city, though you know he’s studying not too far from here. You’re confused as to how Wooyoung met Jimin, and what pushed Wooyoung to invite Jimin here. You want to be mad at him, to blame him for this dip in the past but Wooyoung, much like everyone you know from college, has no idea what happened that August night.

Has no idea about the relationship that led to that August night, too.

“Gosh, I suck,” you flatly say as you once again miss a throw.

“For real, we can go home,” Sydney says with a gentle voice.

You take a deep breath. “I’m going to San’s.”

She nods, her lips stretched in a thin line. “Maybe you can tell him you want to go?”

You could. You’re sure he’d understand, but you do want to let him enjoy his evening a bit. Especially before you tell him everything tomorrow - you don’t want to steal him away from some much deserved fun with his friends.

It’s ironic, how Jungkook came back into your life the moment you decided to tell San about him. It’s like the world’s taunting you, the universe is playing with you, and you don’t know what to make of it.

All you know is that you can’t let Jungkook win. Can’t let Jungkook make you uncomfortable again.

He doesn’t deserve to have any power over you anymore.

“Not right now,” you say, offering Sydney a tight-lipped smile. “Let’s stay here for like another hour and then we leave.”

Sydney holds your gaze, taking a deep breath, and then she nods. You resume the beer pong game, and you somehow manage to score twice in a row, which is a good distraction from the man you know is upstairs. It’s good enough that you even find yourself loosening a little, though you keep stealing glances at the stairs, afraid he’ll show up.

He doesn’t - San doesn’t either, and time slowly passes until you text San, asking if he’s ready to leave soon.

Your message delivers, but San must be busy because, ten minutes later, he still hasn’t answered. It’s uncommon when it comes to him, as he always usually replies fast, but this is a party after all.

You can’t expect him to look at his cellphone every minute when you’re at a party. So you distract yourself with your brother, Seonghwa and Sydney, though it is soon just you and Seonghwa as Sydney and Yunho make out, both of them starting to be decently drunk.

Drunk enough for Sydney to forget her manners, as she’s usually like you and hates PDA.

“How’s your semester?” Seonghwa asks as you both sit on an extremity of a worn-out couch, Sydney and Yunho occupying the other.

“It hasn’t been too bad,” you reply as you steal a glance at your phone to see the screen is still empty of notifications. “I honestly thought it would be worse, but midterms went well. You?”

Seonghwa shrugs. “It’s fine. Sucks, but what’s new?”

That earns a small chuckle from you. “At least half of the semester is done. Any plans for the holidays?”

“Might go visit my family,” he says. “But it’s far and I don’t know if I feel like it. Depends if Hongjoong is going back, too.”

Right. Hongjoong and Seonghwa - and San, obviously - went to the same high school.

“It’s always better to go back with people,” you agree. 

The conversation naturally dies there, and you just sit in silence, both of you scrolling through your phone. San still hasn’t replied, so you go back to the conversation with him, rereading the text you sent him.

[11:46 pm] You: u ready to go soon?

You worry at your bottom lip, starting to type a new message. That’s when you notice the three dots appearing, and you wait, watching them appear and disappear for what seems like an eternity before they fully disappear.

You frown - it’s unlike San not to reply to you - and you type another message that you send a few heartbeats later.

[00:05 am] You: is everything okay?

You stay in the conversation for five minutes, dread slowly sinking into your chest. Because the dots appear again, and still San does not reply. Something must have happened - are you going to have to go upstairs to find him?

“Syd?” you let out. 

She does not reply, too busy exploring your brother’s mouth. You usually wouldn’t care but, right now, it pisses you off enough that you punch her in the shoulder. She yelps, pulling away from him to send you an affronted look.

“Can you guys stop?” you ask.

Your tone is sharp, angry, and her gaze widens. “What’s wrong?”

Of course she’d know that something is wrong.

“San is not replying,” you say, worrying at your bottom lip. “Do you mind helping me look for him?”

Do you mind helping me to see my ex again?

The questions remain unsaid, yet Sydney reads it in your eyes, nodding her head once. “I might be a tad drunk, but yeah, of course I’ll help.”

She gets up, swaying on her feet, and you follow her, your heartbeat accelerating in your chest as adrenaline fills your blood.

You oh so wish you’d still drink just for the liquid courage that it would give you.

“You stay here,” you sternly tell your brother as he makes to follow you.

He frowns. “Why?”

“I don’t want you causing a scene.”

He rolls his eyes, folding his arms on his chest. “M’kay.”

You wait a few seconds to make sure that he will indeed not follow and, when you’re sure of it, you hook your arm with Sydney’s to head towards the stairs. Before climbing them, you glance at your brother, relieved to see he hasn’t moved from his spot on the couch.

“Do you have any clue where he could be?” Sydney asks as you start going up.

“Last time I saw him, he was going to the living room.”

“About that,” Sydney says, sucking her teeth. “Where did you guys disappear to?”

You flush red as flashes of the bathroom come back to your mind. “Huh, nowhere.”

Sydney snorts. “Sounds convincing.”

When you remain silent, Sydney lets it go, and then you’re reaching the top of the stairs and the loud music once more engulfs you. Luckily enough, the volume has been turned down slightly since earlier, and some of the crowd has dispersed enough for you to be able to go through without too much of a problem.

You don’t see San anywhere, and neither can you see Jungkook, so you head to the kitchen, only to come face to face with none other than Park Jimin, a visibly drunk Wooyoung next to him.

Jimin’s gaze widens as he blanches, and bile climbs in your throat, burning enough for your eyes to start watering the second you see a familiar pair of doe eyes behind him.

Jungkook has changed. A lot more than you expected he would - he’s sporting an eyebrow piercing and a lip piercing now, and you can see dark ink on his right arm disappearing in the sleeve of his oversized t-shirt. He seems surprised to see you, up until a small, smug smirk appears on his lips.

The condescending one that gave you nightmares for months after that August night.

“Long time no see,” he shoots your way.

You’re frozen like a deer in headlights. Stiffened like water turned to ice, and Sydney tenses next to you.

“Do you know where San is?” she asks Wooyoung.

Wooyoung seems incredibly uncomfortable for a moment, and he glances at Jimin. Jimin looks like he wants to disappear through the ground - you’d used to get along with him well, until you removed yourself from Jungkook’s life entirely.

“He went home,” Wooyoung replies.

It hurts. It hurts like a stab to the chest would. Like the floor had that August night and you really think you might throw up.

“Okay, thank you,” Sydney says, and then she’s pulling you away from Jimin and Wooyoung, away from Jeon Jungkook.

“You’re not even going to fucking say hi?” Jungkook shouts behind you.

You’re crying. You don’t even know when you started crying, but your vision is blurry, and the shuddering breath that you take in burns all the way down to your lungs.

“We’re leaving,” Sydney declares, suddenly sounding fully sober. “Let’s go grab our jackets, I’ll text Yunho.”

You’re unable to reply. It’s like Jungkook’s words are echoing in your head, so loud you can’t even formulate a coherent thought. All that’s left is terror slowly seeping in your bloodstream, invading your entire body until your vision slowly starts to turn black.

Sydney pulls you in the room where you left your coats, grabbing your shoulders as she turns to face you. “Breathe.”

You can’t. You can’t fucking breathe, not when Jungkook is here, not when the sight of him was enough to send you down this spiral again.

Not when San left without even telling you.

“Deep breath,” Sydney repeats. “What’s your favourite colour?”

Tears roll down your cheeks, yet you blink, trying to focus on Sydney. “Huh?”

“What’s the colour of the sky?”

You frown. “That’s not what you asked.”

“I know. Deep breath, bubs.”

You’re confused, yet you do as she asks, taking as deep of a breath as you can. It still hurts, but you feel steadier on your feet as the panic slowly recedes.

“Holy shit,” you curse. “I see him one time and…” you trail off as your eyes fill with tears again.

“Shh,” Sydney lets out. “We’re not thinking about that right now.”

You nod once, awkwardly drying your tears with the back of your hands. Sydney quickly texts Yunho, and then she helps you find your coat, though you stumble upon hers first. By the time you finally find your coat, Yunho appears, his face flushed red with anger.

“I swear to God I’ll kill that guy one day,” he growls. He reaches for his coat, which luckily was on top of the pile on the bed. “I fucking will kill him.”

“I’ll help,” Sydney says.

You remain silent, letting the couple pull you outside of the house once you’re all clad in your coats. You keep your eyes down on the way out, refusing to even catch sight of Jungkook again. It feels like forever, but you eventually step outside, the gentle breeze catching in the lapels of your unzipped coat as Sydney tugs you a couple of houses down the street while Yunho orders an Uber.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket, and you quickly grab it, only for it to blur beyond recognition as you see that San is the one that texted you.

Sydney pulls you into a tight hug, patting your back as you cry on her shoulder. The tears seem unending - you’re still crying in the Uber ride home - and your heart aches in your chest in a way it hasn’t ached for a long time.

Because San’s text holds finality. His text holds your heart - or maybe it dropped the precious organ. Indeed, when you’re rereading it later that night when you should be asleep, you feel like you’re stepping on the shards of a broken heart.

[2:21 am] San🏔️: went home. just go home with ur brother

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[kaliforniahigh]

It's never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter - n.s.

This is basically their "reunion" fic, and what happened after they grabbed that dinner together after the concert.

Exhusband!Noah and Exwife!Reader masterlist.

Warnings: slightly slow burn, I guess? It's fluffy. Noah and exwife go on a date. There's a lot of conversation on this one. 18+ smut (unprotected p in v, oral both female and male receiving, creampie and a little of cockwarming I guess?)

WC: 7.2k words.

It felt like you and Noah were at the beggining stages of your relationship all over again. And you felt like an overexcited teenager whenever your phone buzzed with a text from him.

You tried to dial it down a bit. You were once married to him and you had a kid together after all, and you shouldn't be this giggly over text messages and him taking you out on a date. You had to remind yourself you were 30, and not 16 anymore.

You've been talking consistently after you, him and Ezra had dinner together after the concert a couple of weeks ago. You've definitely been talking more than you've ever had in the five years you've been separated. They were mundane, simple and easy conversations. You tell him about your day, and he tells you about his. You tell him your plans, and what you're having for lunch or dinner, and he tells you how the new record label is coming together.

You knew you needed to have more serious conversations sooner rather than later. The conversation you had at the green room after the concert was enlightening, but it is not lost on you that you needed to discuss other things. There's so much you want to know about him and how he navigated life for the past five years, but you were not sure when it would be the right time to talk about it.

You guess you were at the beginning stages of your relationship all over again after all. You were both different people now. You've both changed so much - and stayed the same at the same time - and there's so much to figure out about each other, that you think it's not a bad thing you've been taking it slow.

You think about how you want the night to go as you apply your mascara to your top and bottom lashes, looking at yourself in the mirror.

Noah was taking you out on a date tonight, and it was getting hard to control your anxiety. He didn't tell you where you were going, just instructing you to dress casual and that nothing too fancy was needed, and you thanked him for remembering how uncomfortable you felt at fancy dinners and restaurants.

Earlier on in the day, you dropped Ezra off at your mom's house. You went over in your head a hundred times what you were going to tell him, but then decided to just say that Mom and Dad are going to have dinner together. Which is not a lie, but it's not the full truth either. You just didn't wanna use the word "date" yet and confuse his little head. Even though you could already see the cogs turning in his head, and you didn't doubt he would piece together the situation without you and Noah having to tell him anything.

A soon as you finished your makeup, you heard your phone buzz on the counter, signaling a text message had just come through.

Noah: Hey, sweetheart.

Noah: Just letting you know I'm on my way.

You smiled and texted back that you were ready and waiting for him.

And yeah, there are the nicknames as well. Like the one he just used. There's also "angel" and "honey", and they all made butterflies erupt in your stomach. The one he's been avoiding though is "baby", and you can kind of see way.

Back when you were together, that was your nickname. He's never called anyone else that, besides Ezra, after he was born. And it was your favorite, the way it slipped past his lips. Sometimes in a warning tone, when he was wary of something you wanted to do. Sometimes soft and quiet, in the mornings neither one of you wanted to leave the bed. Sometimes loud and excited when he wanted to show you something. And sometimes breathy and out of air, just a hint of whining whenever you were tangled together under the sheets.

Before your mind could wander any more, you busied yourself putting your shoes on and making sure you had everything in your purse. Locking the house, you sat on the couch, waiting for the familiar hum of his car arriving outside.

It was only a 15 minute drive from his place to yours, and soon enough, he was pulling up outside and killing the engine of his car. You waited patiently, knowing he'd want to ring your doorbell and greet you at the door, instead of having you make your way to his car.

A couple of seconds after hearing the doorbell ring, you opened the door and was greeted with a smile. Smiling back, you took him in. He looked relaxed, dressed casual just like you were. But something about him always made you feel incredibly attacted to him.

Maybe it was the way the tattoos complimented him perfectly. Or maybe it was his hair, which always annoyed you, because it looks perfect 100% of the time. Maybe it was his eyes, so soft and expressive, but dark at the same time. And then there was his height, because he completely towered over you, and instead of feeling intimidated, you've always felt like he was your protector. Like he was always there to catch you if you needed.

Yeah, there was really no match for any other man on the Planet, and you've been a fool for the past five years for thinking that there could be.

"You look beautiful", he says, looking you up and down, sending shivers down your body and causing a bashful smile to take over your face.

"Noah, I look how I look everyday", you pointed out. You really needed to learn how to take a compliment.

"I haven't seen you everyday in five years", he told you, and you guess he has a point. You're still getting used to it yourself.

"Careful, or you'll get tired of seeing my face all the time", you warned him with a playful tone.

"Nope. Not possible", he says, a little smile playing on his lips. You needed to get going, because he's already starting to make you feel flustered. "Ok, let's go", Noah steps aside so you can come out and lock the door behind you. He keeps close to you though, and you can definitely feel the heat radiating from his body, and if you stepped back just a little bit, you'd sure feel his solid chest pressed to your back.

You tried to keep these thoughts at bay, but you couldn't help but want to feel his arms around your waist, his large and firm hand rubbing at your sides up and down, just like it would many years ago.

Reminding yourself that your reality is different now, you turned around and stored your house keys safely inside your purse, and after you were done, Noah led the way to his car.

You didn't wait for him to open the door for you, and actually, he didn't even try to. Another thing he remembered. You hated these perfomative acts of chivalry. Once you were both with your seatbelts on, he started the car and drove off.

"Are you going to tell me where we're going now?", you ask, turning your head to look at him. He quickly took his eyes off the road to briefly look at you, and you saw a little mischievous smile playing on his lips.

"I can tell you that it's a place we've been to before"

"Noah", you huffed a little and he started to get amused at your curiosity. You've always been like this whenever he tried to surprise you. That is, when you didn't find out all about the surprise beforehand. "We haven't gone out to eat in years. How am I going to remember?"

"Oh, you'll remember", he reassured you. "You loved that place"

Thinking for a few seconds, he smiled even bigger when you let out a little gasp, and he knew you had figured it out.

"You're taking me to Casa di Roma?", you say, turning your body to fully face him now. He diverted his eyes once again just to get a glimpse at the big smile on your face.

"I told you you'd remember it"

"Wow", you say, going over the information in your head. "I actually haven't been there since we split", you confess.

"I haven't either"

A silence envelops the car, and for a few seconds, all you can hear is the hum of the engine, and the soft sounds of the streets around you.

"I was so mad at you", you point out, and you see Noah's eyebrows raise in curiosity.

"I think you were mad at me for a million different reasons", he says, and the slightly tense moment vanishes.

"Yeah, but I was mad about the fact that I loved the food at that restaurant, but I couldn't go back because it held too many memories. So I had to settle for mid carbonara for five years", you side-eye him and he laughs at your misery.

"Sounds like a real struggle", he teases you, shaking his head from side to side.

"Hey", you swat his arm from where you're seated. "I was actually upset about that"

You're both smiling, and your heart constricts at the interaction between you two. For such a long time, you thought things would never go back to normal. You thought you would never be able to be this close to him ever again, let alone have a conversation like this.

And here you are, on the backseat of his car, as you joke about the time you've been divorced, and the atmosphere actually feels light.

You missed laughing with him.

"I'm glad to take you out of your misery, then", he tells you and you hum in agreement.

You observe him for a few seconds. He's focused on the road as he takes a right turn, and you can tell you're getting close to the restaurant. You keep looking at him anyways, and you're sure he can feel you staring. He doesn't say anything though.

Noah is actually loving the attention you're giving him. And the fact that you apparently can't keep your eyes off of him.

God knows it's taking everything he has not to make a move of his own. Place his hand on your thigh. Intertwine his fingers with yours. He just wants to be touching you somehow, after such a long time not being able to.

He holds himself back though, and after a few more minutes, you two can see the restaurant up ahead.

He didn't tell you, but he also hasn't been here in the past five years. His reason not being all that different from yours, but he guesses it stems more from a feeling of sadness and longing for what once was, rather then the anger you felt.

Parking his car not too far from the entrance, you both get out of the car and make your way in. Everything is the exact same as you remember it. You look around youself as the waitress greets Noah and he gives both your names, and she starts guiding you to your table.

You find it odd for a second, since this restaurant is not usually a place you have to make a reservation. You see the reason though, when the table comes in sight.

It's the same table you always sat in whenever you came here. It provided the perfect amount of privacy, and Noah knew you were particular of where you liked to sit. And ever since the first time, you always chose the same table, over and over again.

Once you were both sat, she handed you the menus and told you she'd be back to take your orders shortly. You set it aside, not needing to look at it, already knowing what to order.

"I know we're starting over, and that means creating new habits eventually", Noah starts, and you look at him. "But I couldn't help but call in advance and reserve this table for tonight"

"It's perfect", you tell him, with sincerity. "I love that you thought about it"

Noah was always a man who payed attention to the details. A perfectionist, you'd call it, and later on in the relationship, you'd find out that most musicians were. To him, though, it didn't only apply to his music, it also bled into other aspects of his life.

"You don't even have to open the menu", he says, ponting to the discarded menu on the corner of the table.

"I just really hope the carbonara is still the same", you crossed your fingers in front of you.

Light conversation flowed between the two of you after the waitress took your orders. You and Noah refrained from ordering some wine, since he was driving and you didn't want to drink alone.

It wasn't long before your deliciously smelling plates were set in front of you.

"Looks about the same as it used to", you muttered to yourself. Noah snickered in amusement in front you.

"Sounds like you're a judge on a cooking competition or something", he says, and you laugh.

"I'm sorry, it's just that it's been so long, that I really hope it tastes the same"

"Well, take the first bite and give me the full review, then", he set his cutlery aside and waited for you to gather some of the pasta and try it.

Noah watches you with an amused expression and a glint in his eyes. He remembers your nights here as if they happened yesterday. And he definitely wants to bring you here more often. And he also wants to know where else you love to eat. What ice cream parlor is your favorite. What delivery you order to your house when you don't want to cook for the night.

You close your eyes when the food invades your taste buds. Throwing your head back slightly, you make a sound between a hum and moan, but it's enough to make Noah's head go to places he was avoiding for the time being.

Noah waits patiently for you verdict, and trying not to think about how you used to do what you did just now under completely different circumstances.

"It tastes exactly the same", you tell him once you've swallowed everything down, immediately going for another bite.

Noah starts eating his own food, and he too is taken down memory lane when he tastes the different flavors.

You two don't really talk all that much as you eat, and you take the time to look around you and take everything in. The place has remained almost the same over the years. You did notice they painted the walls on the outside patio and changed the chairs. There were also a few more decorative elements, like pictures hanging on the wall.

"Yeah, I'll never stop coming to this place ever again", Noah points out once he's finished, wiping his mouth with the napkin and setting it beside him on the table.

Just another bite and you're done as well. "I don't think I'll be able to stop again either".

"Once you have a taste of what you've lost, you don't really wanna let it go again", Noah says and you agree with a nod, a knowing smile on your face. You kind of want to make of him for that cheesy line, but you decide not to, mainly because you feel the same way.

"Shoudn't we be talking about ourselves or something?", you observe, taking a sip of the beverage in front of you.

"What do you mean?", Noah asks you.

"Like, this is our first date, right? Shouldn't you tell me what your favorite color is, or whatever?"

He thinks over your question for a couple of seconds. Yes, your technically going on a first date, but this kind of small talk just doesn't seem right to him.

"I don't think so", he settles. "I believe I know you like the back of my hand", he says and you make a sort of surprised face. Not because you don't believe him - you do - but because that was such a bold statement.

"After five years?", you question him.

"You're a creature of habit, Y/N. So I don't think things have changed all that much", he shrugs his shoulder.

"Well, I do want you to tell me what you've been up to during these five years though"

As soon as you said this, the waitress came back, asking if you were ready to have the bill, and Noah said yes.

You couldn't lie and say you weren't disappointed. You wanted to spend more time with him. You wanted to know more about him. You wanted to be close to him for longer.

"Tell me if this is out of line", he started. "But would you be willing to come back to my place so we can chat a bit more?", he asks, a bit reluctant.

"Honestly, I wanted you to say that"

"It's settled then. I'll pay the bill and then we'll head to my place", he reaches for his wallet on the pocket of his pants.

"I've never been there before", you point out.

Noah always picked up and dropped off Ezra at your place, and you never really needed to go to his. You only imagined what it looked like from what Ezra has told you over the years.

"I think you'll like it", he says and you agree. Noah was always very picky of where he wanted to live. Once you moved out of that tiny apartment, the process of finding a new place took a while. The houses either didn't have a nice design, too small or too large, or it was far away from everything, or it was too close to downtown. At the end of the day, you settled for the houe you live in right now, and you can only imagine Noah's struggle having to find another place that accommodated all his needs.

Noah paid the bill, and you didn't even attempt to split it, already knowing he wouldn't let you, and you both made your way back to his car.

The way to his house was slightly familir to you, mainly because you knew his place wasn't too far away from yours. It was something you knew Noah considered when looking for a new place. He wanted to be close to you and Ezra, just in case something happened and he nedded to be there fast.

Arriving at his place, your eyes went over the exterior as Noah parked inside the garage. You could tell the house wasn't big, and it only had one floor. You guess as someone living alone, you don't really need that big of a house.

Getting out of the car, he leads you to the door on the left side of the garage, and it leads straight into the kitchen. As you expected, everything is very organized and clean. It was always something you and Noah had different opinions on. You didn't have a problem with leaving a few things laying aroud the house, and more often than not, you caught Noah organizing after you.

You could tell the house was lived in though, and you could see a lot of signs from Ezra all over the place. The drawings on the fridge, his favorite cereal set on the counter, and, as you went into the living room, you saw some of his favorite board games and toys on some shelves on the wall.

"Your place is nice. Ezra tells me how much he loves the couch everytime he goes back home", you tell him.

"Are you gonna be mad if I tell you we crash on the couch more often than not?", you laugh at the way he side-eyes you, trying to gauge your reaction.

"No, I'm not", you tell him. "I'm guilty of crashing on the couch a few times as well"

Ever since you and Noah divorced and lived in different houses, you knew you would do things differently, even though you agreed on most things. There were things Ezra could do at your place, that he wasn't allowed to do at Noah's place and vice versa, and usually, the kid was pretty good at differentiating.

"Test the couch and I'll be back with some tea, ok?", Noah said, going to the kitchen, and you placed yourself on the couch, proving that it was indeed a very comfortable couch.

Looking around a little bit more as you waited for him to come back, you noticed a picture set on the side table. Getting closer, you saw it was a picture you both took with Ezra when he was only about three years old. You remember that day vividly. It was a school play, and you and Noah were nervous and excited at the same time. It wasn't anything overly elaborate, but you remember crying your eyes out when Ezra stepped on stage.

Grabbing the picture, you observed how young you and Noah looked. His hair was much longer, and he didn't have half the tattoos he has now. Your hair was darker and you wore much more makeup than you ever would right now. Your smiles were bright, as Noah held Ezra in his arms, and the little kid had an arm around your neck, bringing the family together.

"I didn't have the heart to put away this one", Noah said, getting back in the room with two steaming mugs in his hands. Setting the picture back in it's place, you take one mug from him and thank him for the tea.

"I just wonder how many girls you brough over that thought they were your mistress", you point out, and Noah almost spits out the sip he had just taken from the tea. When he recovers, he looks at you with a deadpan face, and you want to laugh at his reaction. "I'm sorry, It was the first thing that came into my mind"

"Well, I don't bring girls over in the first place", he explains and it's your turn to deadpan at him.

"You don't gotta pretend. I won't be mad", you tell him, and you're being honest. You're not sure if you want to broach this subject with him right now, but since you're already here, you might as well.

"I'm not saying I haven't been with girls, I just don't invite them back to my place, that's all", he shrugs his shoulder, and you can tell he's being honest.

"To be fair, I usually don't bring guys over to my place either", you offered him the information. "You'd be surprised by how difficult the dating scene is for women these days", you take a sip of your tea as you tell him this.

"How come?", he asks, even though he has a pretty good idea. He just wants to hear you badmouthing other guys to him.

"They're mostly all just dumb and can't hold a conversation without fully talking about themselves", you tell him and he grins at your statement. "Being a single mom doesn't help you either"

"I'm sorry about that. Does the MILF thing come up a lot with these guys?"

You can't help but snort at the MILF comment.

"They've never said it to my face, so I don't know. But I guess so? I mean, men are gonna be men", there was a lull in the conversation before you speak up again. "I guess the dating life of a rockstar is much more interesting, though"

"Rockstar", he laughs at little at the way you refer to him. He knows you're just messing with him, especially because you already know he hates being called a rockstar. "Not that interesting, actually. Don't really have the energy for that after performing for a few nights in a row"

"I can see that", you tell him, before you change the subject. "By the way, I saw the post about you guys taking a break a couple of months back"

You remember opening your social media and seeing the post cancelling a couple of concerts due to Noah's burnout.

"I wanted to reach out to you and ask how you were doing, but I just didn't know how to"

"It's ok, you don't have to worry", he scooted closer to you on the couch, and placed his hand on top of yours. "I'm doing better now, and that was actually the breaking point, and when we decided to come up with our own label", he explains.

"How is that going, by the way?", you ask him, turning your body to fully face him now.

"It's going well so far. It's a lot of paperwork and it's going to be a while before we see things actually happening, but I feel so much better already"

"I'm happy for you, I truly am. I don't really know how things were these past five years, and I didn't know about your struggle with he label when we were still together, but I'm happy for you guys having something of your own", you tell him, leaning your head against the back of the couch and looking at him.

"You didn't know because I didn't tell you, so don't worry about that", he waved your comment off, knowing you were still dwelling on what he told you. "How's the tattoo studio going?", he asked and you smiled.

"It's going great. I'm booked and busy, thankfully"

"I gotta schedule an appointment so I can get a Y/N exclusive design", he says.

"You already got an exclusive design", you tell him, running your finger over his ring finger, where the band you tattooed on him so long ago still stays, albeit a little bit faded.

"Gotta get a new one for a new beginning", you hum in agreement and get closer to him on the couch, leaning your head on his shoulder. He rests his head on top of yours, placing a soft kiss to the crown of your head.

"Thanks for tonight", he tells you, murmuring against your hair.

"You're welcome. I really enjoyed myself. Might even say it's the best first date I've ever been on", you crane your neck to look at him, and you're met with him smiling down at you.

You look at each other for a few seconds, and you can see his eyes drifting lower and focusing on your lips from time to time.

"Do you kiss on first dates?" he asks you quietly, and you smile.

"Only if they're my ex-husband", you joke.

"Lucky for me, there's only one of them out there"

Noah grasps the side of your face and brings your lips closer until they're barely touching. He waits for a second, giving you the chance to change your mind, but you don't.

"Kiss me, please", you don't ask, you just tell him, and then finally, your lips are crashing together. It's slow and you're both just drinking the moment. His hands feel so warm and firm on your face, as he keeps you close to him, and in a brief moment of bravery, your own hand starts to make it's way up his chest. Soon, though, you realize what you're doing and quickly withdraw your hand.

Noah is having none of it though, grabbing your hand and putting it back where it was.

"I want you to touch me", he parts briefly to whisper the words into your lips. You go back to splaying your hands on his chest, feeling the firmness and warmth of it under your hands. Licking your lips, you contemplate your next words.

"I want you to touch me too", you whisper back to him.

"I am touching you, Honey", he runs his thumb over your cheeks to get his point across, even though he has an idea of what you wanted to say.

"I want you to touch me more", you tell him, averting your gaze in an act of mild embarrassment. You've gone five years without him, and you're not sure you can go much longer anymore.

"Hey, look at me", he taps your cheek and your eyes meet his again. And if he wasn't sitting down, the way you're looking at him right know would've definitely knocked him off his feet. He takes in the way you're biting your lower lip in anticipation, and how innocent your eyes look from under your lashes, even if what you're proposing is anything but innocent. "Are we not taking this slow?", he asks, and you lose every ounce of bravery you had in your body, realizing what you're suggesting and how ridiculous you probably sound.

"Yeah, I know", you shake your head and move away from him, prompting his hand to leave it's place resting on your cheek. "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me", you let out a nervous laugh and Noah can feel the embarrassment radiating off of you. Before he can say anything though, you're looking around yourself and reaching for your purse, discarded on the other side of the couch. "I should get going anyways, It's getting kind of late"

Before you have the chance to get up from the couch, he's grabbing you by the hips and pulling you closer to him once again.

"Can you slow down for a second?", he tells you, but it does little to erase what you're feeling right now. You try to play it cool, even though you're being so obvious.

"What do you mean? I'm just getting my stuff to leave", you tell him, matter-of-factly, like he can't see what you're trying to do.

"Yeah, and you're not leaving", Noah says and you're a little taken aback by his words.

"I'm not leaving?", you say, a little amused.

"No, because I'm not gonna let you go this time", he's serious and you can tell by the expression on his face. "I think you got it all wrong, so I need to explain myself before you try to bolt out of the door"

"Explain what? You're right, we're taking this slow and I was the one who crossed a line", you tell him.

"I said that more so for yourself than me, because I don't want you to leave and regret whatever it is that we do tonight", Noah explains, but you stay quiet, thinking over his words. "Trust me, if you tell me right now that you want me to bend you over this couch and fuck you senseless, I have absolutely no problem with that. But I don't want you to go home and think we shouldn't have done it"

His words send a tingle down your spine, and you're so close to him right now that he can feel the change in your breath, how it puffs more rapidly and how your chest moves up and down faster. He smiles at the effect he has on you.

"You like the idea of me bending you over the couch?", he asks, voice quiet and the warm breath from his lips are hitting your own. You close your eyes.

"Noah", you half whimper his name, and his hand moves from your hips to down your thighs.

"Yes, baby?", he asks, and you swear you shiver when you hear the nickname you've gone so long without. It seems like that is your breaking point, because in seconds, your leg is moving and you find yourself straddling his hips and kissing his mouth.

His hands are firm on your thighs as they squeeze the flesh, after a few seconds though, you start to feel a little restless, so you grab them and slide them to rest on the swell of your ass. Noah hisses in-between kisses.

"You're fucking killing me", he tells you, voice strained and you can tell he's holding himself back.

"I told you that I want you to touch me"

"I need you to tell me you're not gonna regret this", he parts from you and look up to find your eyes, and you find a little vulnerability in his.

"I've wanted this since the moment you kissed me after that concert. Probably before too, I just had a hard time accepting I was probably never gonna have you this way again", you confess.

"I want you to have me this way for the rest of our lives, like it was always supposed to be", he smiles and you give him a peck on the lips.

"Are you going to fuck me on the couch or are we moving this to your bedroom?", you ask, teasing him.

"Are you the same woman who was embarrassed just minutes ago?", you laugh at his remark, but it's cut short when gets up from the couch carrying you with him. You loop your arms around his neck for support, and it's not lost on you how you can feel his hard on pressing into your core.

Kicking the door to his bedroom open, he lays you down on the bed and you take a few seconds to look around yourself before he starts taking his shirt off, and now your eyes are wandering over his body instead.

It's undeniable how buff he's gotten over the years, you've noticed on pick ups and drops offs at your house. But to see it right in front of you evoked feelings you didn't know existed.

He grabbed your hands and pulled you into a seating position, and you feel his fingers messing with the hem of your shirt before he's pulling it up and off of you. In seconds, his large hands are kneading the flesh of your boobs, and you're throwing your head back in pleasure.

"I missed these so fucking much", he says before starting to plant kisses on the top of your breasts, you reach back to pop the clasp and your bra falls in between the two of, and soon, it's being flung to somewhere on the floor of his bedroom.

Laying you down once again, his mouth leaves a trail of kisses from your neck, down to your brests and all over your stomach. You can't help but lift your hips off the mattress looking for more contact, and honestly, Noah is not too kin on letting you wait tonight. He figures you've both waited long enough.

He hooks his fingers under your shorts and panties and takes them off all at once, and you instinctively part your legs to make room for him.

Swiping his index finger in between your folds, he marvels at how wet you are for him.

"I can't believe you'd leave and not let me taste you", he tuts at you, before his mouth is between your legs, and his tongue is circling over your clit.

You let out a moan in satisfaction. You almost forgot how good he was at this. Soon, your hands are gripping his short locks, keeping him in place and his large hand is over your stomach, preventing you from moving too much, since he knows you have a tendency to do that.

It doesn't take much for you to be on the edge of the precipice, ready to fall and have pleasure engulf you whole.

"I'm so close", you tell him, whining and screwing your eyes shut.

"Cum for me", he tells you, looking up at you from between your legs. "Please cum for me", he says again, and in seconds you can feel your walls restricting and your legs closing in on his head. Your moans get louder and your legs are shaking, and you can't help but push his head away a little from how sensitive you're feeling.

Noah sits back on the bed and just watches you. Naked and trying to catch your breath. He thinks you look the most beautiful like this. Laying on his bed after he just pulled the most beautiful sounds from you.

"My fingers definitely don't have the same effect", you says and he lets out a genuine laugh at your remark. You smile and look at him from your position on the bed, taking in how he looks. He has sort of a dazed smile on his lips, and as your eyes trail lower, you can see the bulge under his pants.

Lifting one of your feet, you start to trail it down from his abs to where you know it feels painful and restraining. When you run your toes over his crotch, he sucks in a breath and closes his eyes. You apply a little more pressure and he bucks his hips, looking for more.

"Take off your pants", you instruct him.

"Come here and take it off for me", he tells you and you oblige with no complaint.

You start with his belt, undoing it slowly, and pulling it from the belt loops in his pants. Unzipping his jeans, you reach inside before pulling it down, and palm him over his boxers. You can feel the outline of his dick, and how hard and hot it feels in your palms.

"Don't tease, baby", he begs a little, voice breathless and already a little ruined.

You take his pants and boxers off and pull them halfway down, but he has to stand up from the bed to take them off all the way.

You don't give him the chance to get on the bed once again, because you're kneeling in front of him, looking at him from under your lashes as you take his length in your hands and starts pumping him.

"I don't think I'll last long, baby", he says and you only shake your head. You don't see a problem with that.

He grunts when he feels your velvety mouth envelop his dick. It's wet, and soft, and warm, and he swears to himself he won't go another five years without feeling this.

He gathers your hair in a ponytail and helps you along with your movements. He loves watching the way his length disappears inside your mouth, and how your eyes are watery from the effort you're putting in.

"It feels so good baby. You gonna let me cum in your mouth?", he asks and you hum around his dick as an answer. "You gonna swallow everything?"

"You know I always swallow everything", you tell him and this is what sends him over the edge. His body becomes stiff and he cums inside your mouth, and he can't keep his eyes open even if he wanted to. You pull your mouth off with a pop, and it takes a while before he's back to being fully functioning.

When he looks down at you again, he can see your makeup a little bit smudged, and his thumb swipes under your eyes to catch a little bit of the moisture that escaped from them.

"You look so fucking beautiful like this", he shakes his head in disbelief. "Get on the bed", he tells you, not wanting to waste another second.

"How do you want me?", you ask.

"On your back. I need to look at you"

And that's what you do, getting comfortable on your back, head resting over the pillow as you watch Noah pump himself a few times before leaning over you on the bed. He captures your lips with his, and moans into your mouth when he tastes himself on your tongue.

You reach down and take his member in your hand, you guide it to your entrance, and he gives a little push and you can feel him slipping inside with no resistance whatsoever.

You gasp at the feeling of him stretching you open, and he gives you a few seconds to adjust before he starts moving back and forth.

Supporting himself with both hands on the mattress, he looks down at you and you place both of your palms on his slightly sweaty chest.

"You feel so tight around me", he hisses. You hook both of your legs around his lower back, bringing him impossibly closer to you.

"Go faster, please", you request and he smiles down at you.

"Look at you being so polite", he teases and picks up his pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room around you.

Your moans get louder once he starts hitting that perfect spot inside of you, and you roll your eyes back in pleasure.

"Fucking made for me, huh?", Noah starts to mumble, the pleasure taking over him. "You were fucking made for me"

"Yes, yes", you repeat like a mantra, nodding your head and locking your eyes with his. He grabs your chin in a firm grip, trying to anchor himself to something.

"I'm so close, baby", he tells you and you can already feel him faltering a little bit.

"Me too"

"I can feel you fucking squeezing around me", he grunts from above, and hitches one of your legs even higher, hitting a new angle and making you see starts. "Let go for me, baby. Cum all over my dick for me"

His dirty words send you over the edge, and a couple of pumps later, he follows right after you. His arms no longer able to support him, he falls on top of you, but you don't mind that one bit. For a while, you both just lay there, trying to catch your breaths and wrap your heads around what just happened.

"I'll pull out so I can clean us up, ok?", he says, but you whine in protest, not wanting to part just yet. You use your leg that is hitched over his hip, and roll the two of you to the side. He's still inside of you, and you can feel his release dripping on the bed sheets, but you don't care. You just want to feel close to him.

"Wanna stay like this for while", you tell him, and he starts to run his hands over your back softly.

"If we stay like this, I'll get hard again", he points out, and you look up at him from where you're tucked at his side.

"Is that a bad thing?"

"Not if you wanna go again", he lets the statement linger in the air for a few seconds.

"Maybe in fifteen minutes. I think we should rest for a bit though", you says and he nods in agreement, smiling down at you.

"Is it too much if I ask you to stay the night?", Noah proposes and you shake your head no.

"Ezra is spending the night at his grandparent's house", you point out. Silence takes over for a few seconds.

"Where do we go from here?", Noah asks, in a moment of contemplation.

"We just keep going. I think it'll lead us to somewhere amazing", you tell him, planting a kiss on the side of his mouth before he captures your lips in a proper kiss.

"Thanks for letting me in again", Noah whispers into the quiet of the room.

"Thanks for giving me another chance", you whisper back truthfully.

You don't have the chance to go for another round though, because in few minutes, you're both falling asleep in each other's arms, a feeling of contentment and safeness you haven't felt in so long takes over your body, and you decide that you never want to stop feeling like this again.

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Older sister program

a bit of fluff and eventually yandere from other characters It is just a protogo or attempted draft

"It was a bit childish."

"And you're a... a child..."

"Wow, you've got no answer," he sounded arrogant.

Ahhh, it's only a few months, just a few months, and you'll be punished.

Let's start with your story and how you ended up being a sisterly figure and guide to a troubled child.

Since you were 12, you began your independent and rebellious life against adults, rules, and society. You considered yourself an anarchist.

You didn't let anyone walk all over you; you were always on the defensive, snapping at anyone who messed with you.

Your beloved family isn't spared... it's not like they had a great relationship; your father and brothers were always busy with their own lives.

But friction was common, between dad's favorites and his only disappointment, namely you.

"You're nothing but a disappointment to the family."

"Well, at least I'm not dad's little robot, with no life or thoughts of my own."

"You're very childish."

"Thank you. They'd rather enjoy themselves than grow old and bitter."

"You're only bringing shame on the family with your behavior."

"Oh, Dad, I think you're doing well enough."

Seriously, sometimes you thought about stopping, about being a good girl, but you couldn't help but open your mouth and protest.

But in your defense, that might not have mattered in your family. Now that you were hated, they remembered you... that's better than being forgotten.

Besides, it's not as if society deserved your respect.

You hated everyone in your city. There were the wretched, the victims, the innocent, the scavengers who took advantage of any opportunity to kill someone; those who operated in the shadows; those who scrounged for leftovers, pretending to have power; and finally, the kings, who were at the top and had the right to kill whoever they wanted, just for fun.

Oh, and not to mention the heroes.

"That's why I think you should create a comic about corrupted heroes."

"Yeah, I don't think that would be well received."

"Boo, chicken, it's a wasted idea and it would be a hit."

"Sorry, but I don't think it is."

"I'm giving you an idea to take you to the top, friend, but I see that... maybe it's not your thing." With your arms crossed, you began to check your nails. It was more interesting than seeing the man a few years older than you sitting at a booth at the convention.

That was your belief, one that was often frowned upon and judged.

After all, who wants to see another version of their beloved heroes?

And about the comic book artist, the one who had a certain charm, disappeared for a while and didn't produce many works anymore, so you assume his career is over.

Well, it turns out that during your time as a university student, away from home, away from your city, with a new kind of pretentious people with their own principles, one must be careful, even if it's just to defend oneself.

You hit an idiot you shouldn't have, even if it was just to try to defend yourself.

Jail was an option, but apparently the lawyer who got you Alfred didn't like it; according to him, he'd been paid to get you off without a stain on your record. The plump, elderly man, a realistic version of Porky Pig, defended you until he got you community service.

Fawcett City, a big city, with little crime unlike other places.

You thought it was a great place.

Well, now you were on your weekend, a perfect Saturday morning for doing nothing, trapped in a boring building, receiving training for your new unpaid job.

Taking care of a homeless child and making him forget and guiding him from a potentially bad life to a decent one.

Wow, if that had existed in your city, maybe you wouldn't have ended up so badly, you recognized it.

"So you were my new... ah sister," the boy said doubtfully.

"Yeah, I guess I am," you said, feigning encouragement. Ahh, it would be a very long year.

You started with a boy with a surly personality, most of the time, and he was very serious and quiet.

Oh, he was a mini-you, like when you were little.

So you tried, of course, when you weren't tired of life, with your old woman's body.

You took him to many fun places, you talked to him, although many times it was just you.

You gave him many life lessons and advice, which he probably never paid attention to.

But his few words and occasional smiles were enough for you.

"Yeah, well, I have to be with you until it's 6." You looked at him and his friends.

"But it's enough for me to watch you have fun and make sure you don't die," you said disdainfully before looking back at your phone.

"Oh, here, you're going to have fun with your friends." You threw him some bills.

The boy gladly took them and smiled before showing his friends and running off.

"Take care, Billy, and don't get into trouble," you greeted encouragingly as he walked away.

"Kids grow up so fast," you commented to the women standing next to you; they were probably babysitters.

It was all calm; babysitting wasn't so bad after all.

You walked through the park with a soda bottle, looking for the boy. Damn, they're easy to lose, you should have put a tracker on him.

But voices and screams alerted you.

You approached the source, finding a group of older children bothering your son and his friends.

You leaned against a tree, waiting to see what would happen. They would surely defend themselves; it was normal; all the children in your city did that.

But this wasn't the same city where you formed your defensive, rebellious, and strong character. No, this was a peaceful city, full of light and happy people.

You approached carefully and grabbed the boy who seemed to be the leader of everyone.

"Am I interrupting something?" you smiled friendly.

"Yes, you are, idiot, so go away," the teenager replied, trying to escape your grasp.

"This isn't your business," his companions followed.

You looked over at your new "brother."

You saw him a little beaten up and sitting on the floor. His friend was in worse shape.

"You're wrong, brat," you shook him harshly.

"If it's any of my business, you're messing with my brother and his friend." You left your friendly voice behind and changed it to a more threatening one, still maintaining a smile.

"Hey, leave me alone or you'll regret it," the boy threatened.

"Oh, I don't think so. You were hoping you'd get what you deserved." You pushed him to the floor with moderate force. His friends tried to help him, but with both of your free hands, you grabbed the back of his clothes.

"Go ahead, kids, hit him back."

You had all eyes on you because of your words.

"What? I firmly believe in an eye for an eye."

The two children, barely recovering from their bullies' ambush, just stood up and stared at you.

You were a tall figure in their eyes; now with your new actions, not one full of brilliance, but rather dark and fearsome.

"It's not right," Billy decided to speak out, despite his fear of confronting you and not following your orders.

"Ahhh, but he hurt you," you said, bewildered.

"Yes, but it's not right. We'll only make things worse."

You looked at him calmly.

You sighed tiredly. Children are sometimes wild, sometimes compassionate.

You forcefully threw the other teenagers to the wind.

"Okay, you guys are the ones who're in charge." You raised your hands in surrender.

"You better remember that. Next time I won't hold back," you threatened the young people lying on the floor.

"Let's get out of here before we get into trouble," you called to the children, taking another sip of your soda that was resting on the floor.

The children hurried to follow you.

"That was great." "Is that so?" you asked without interest as you devoured your plate of chips.

Billy's friend nodded enthusiastically as he repeated your actions.

"They were strong, how could you stand up to those three?" Billy commented, still watching you, analyzing you.

"Well, my appearance isn't for nothing, you know..."

"Besides, where I come from, if you don't know how to defend yourself, you're doomed."

What a distrustful kid you have! They'd known each other for a few days, and he was still on the defensive. You threw a chip at his serious face, which earned you an angry reaction from the boy.

"Just eat and stop overthinking. It takes away your age, believe me, I speak from experience."

Seeing your father, with his beloved cases and his double life, showed you what seriousness can do to you in life.

Ahgg, old age was an inevitable monster.

"I thought you weren't coming," the boy commented, sitting on a swing in the park.

"Ahhh, why wouldn't I? I'm not supposed to miss it. Besides, I told you I'd come."

"Yes, but... this is a day people spend with family," he whispered in a weak voice, hiding his gaze.

You walked carefully to another of the swings and sat down. It was freezing, because the boy showed no signs of freezing and acted as if nothing had happened.

"Well, I'm supposed to be your sister," you smiled at the boy.

"It's just a job." The boy didn't look at you.

"I guess it is," you decided not to lie, to be honest.

You moved carefully onto the swing, pushing your feet off the ground as you moved.

"I don't have a good relationship with my family. I've been practically alone since my mother died."

"The little time I spent with you was the closest thing I'd ever had to a sibling relationship. It was a new family relationship since I lost my mother." You looked up at the sky. It was sure to start snowing. The low temperature was a sign

The sky was so calm, peaceful, just like the celebrations taking place.

"I came because I wanted to, not because I had to."

"Is that right?" he asked doubtfully.

You stood up. The swing made a squeaking noise, the wind blowing sent a chill down your body, and you spun around in front of where the boy was sitting.

"Look at me, I'm outside my warm and cozy apartment, on a cold, almost dark afternoon, freezing."

"Just for you." Your hand gently stroked his head, his small black locks.

It was unexpected, but the boy pushed himself forward, freeing his hands from the chains of the swing, taking a few small steps and hugging you. His small strength made you step back a little, but you recovered and continued stroking the boy's head.

That day, you took him to a 24-hour cafe. A misfit's paradise without company, perfect for the big day it was.

"Go ahead, order whatever you want, this will be our celebration," you smiled and pushed the boy into a seat, placing a paper menu in his hands.

It was a great night, with delicious and unhealthy food, a movie on the restaurant TV, small board games from your favorite manager and business owner.

And long conversations, jokes, and pointless ramblings.

Your phone received a few texts and a call. It was your family's butler, asking about your attendance.

A big party, being thrown by your father and your siblings, for their acquaintances and friends... you didn't fit in. Before, you had to attend, but now with your little brother, you have a perfect excuse.

You watched the boy smile and devour a plate of sweets.

Oh, it was like those days with your mother.

"Hey, ___, I have news for you." The boy appeared at your apartment. It became a habit for him to always visit you, in his free time, even after your time in the big brother program.

Even when the boy grew up, even when he found loving parents and siblings who appreciate him, he still visits you, even introducing you to his parents, who were kind to you, even inviting you to some of their get-togethers or parties.

You have a sneaky suspicion that if they could, they'd adopt you too. It's not that you were complaining; you loved that loving, large family, and your brother too.

You looked up from your computer and drew paper designs.

"What's up, sweetheart?" you called him by his nickname.

"Hey, stop calling me that, it sounds weird," he complained.

"Hahaha, sorry, I can't help it, it's funny to see you angry."

"You know what? Forget it," he pretended to back down and ignored you.

"Hey, come on... don't leave me with any doubts."

"Hmm, I'll do it, but you need to stop joking."

"Okay, okay, I'll stop." You shuffled your feet across the floor, moving your stroller to where the boy was sitting on the couch watching you.

"Well... my school is going on a field trip to the Metropolis Museum, and they've also organized some friendly soccer games with some schools from other cities." You could tell he was excited.

"Is that so? Well, it'll be a lot of fun, but make sure you don't get into trouble."

"..." You saw the boy squirm nervously in his seat, avoiding your gaze.

"What's up, what's that reaction?"

"Well, maybe I put your name down as a volunteer for the trip, and I'll assure my parents."

"Yeah, well, I hope you enjoy it... wait, did you put my name in it?" You were distracted, but after absorbing his words, you became alarmed.

"Yeah... well, I wanted to take a trip with you and my other siblings. They're coming too."

"I thought it would be fun," he said with a little hesitation.

You rubbed your fingers against your forehead, trying to relax and not explode.

Well, it wasn't a big sacrifice. You had your work at home. You could get ahead a bit, make deliveries quickly and finish some client orders, reschedule your schedule, make some calls, postpone, and stop accepting jobs.

Ah, just thinking about it exhausted you.

You looked angrily at the boy who smiled innocently.

"Ahhh, I'll go." That earned you a cheer. You even heard voices in the hallway; it was probably the other kids.

"But I need everyone's help to finish my work, or else I won't be able to go."

There were no protests, just hugs first from your favorite brother and then from the other children you grew attached to.

Damn, your time with children was spent talking to you. You even stopped picking verbal fights, the only ones you had left after leaving physical ones behind when Billy told you it was better to talk than to fight and settle things with blows.

Even when they drove you crazy, you promised to behave yourself with people.

"I heard your academy is going to Metropolis," Dick said curiously.

"Yeah, now they've decided they'll do programs to integrate different schools, to share bonds... and all that ridiculous stuff," Damian said without interest.

"Oh, come on, it'll be fun," Dick defended the idea.

"No, it won't be, even the games."

"Maybe they included you in that," Jason mocked the demon child's fate.

They only received a frown in response.

"Oh, haha, so it's true." Tim also took the new information with grace.

"Well, how about we all take advantage and go watch the games?" the oldest brother of the family suggested.

"What?"

"What?"

"You're joking, right?" It wasn't surprising that everyone reacted badly.

"Yeah, let's do it," the father of all the children, who had been listening silently, confirmed the idea. which ended in many complaints, but none of them managed to prevent the trip.

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𝑫𝒂𝒅!𝑨𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒛 | Their Child’s first bday | Maknae Line

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Ateez maknae line x f!reader 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : est. relationship. family. dad!ateez. fluff. 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 2807 in total. wc is indicated next to each part. 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: parenting. Hyung Line - LIBRARY -

𝖠𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋'𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾 : FINALLY she's here ! The Maknae part ! I really hope you'll enjoy it as much as you did for the first part ! Please, like, reblog or comment if you liked it, i'd very much appreciate it.

𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒊 𝑺𝒂𝒏 - (wc : 783)

The heat of the sun rays caress your skin in the morning. It’s been a while since the sun woke you up. You can’t even remember the last time. Sun-Hee has been taking all your mornings, since she was born. But that morning, it seems like she knew you needed sleep. You roll to the other side of the bed, so you could lay your body against your husband's, but there’s just the mattress to welcome you. You open your eyes, full of incomprehension. San was off today, why wouldn’t he be by your side ? Suddenly, you hear laughter coming from the living room. Your eyebrows frown as you get out of bed to follow the sound. You finally discover the cutest scene in the world.

San was laying on the couch, a huge smile on his face and his eyes half-closed. Your daughter was resting on his chest, eyes open, her favorite Hetmongi in her hand. She was just playing and cuddling with her daddy. It was the sweetest thing ever. The smile on your face says it all. “Eomma !” Says the little shrill voice, once she saw you. “Hi Bubba ! Is daddy sleeping ?” You ask, amused. You exchange a look with your husband, who suddenly starts to fake a snore. The little girl then stands up to put her tiny hand on her father's mouth. “Yeah you’re right, daddy’s too noisy when he sleeps !” You laugh. “We should wake him up. How would you wake him ? Let's say Daddy up ! You say it with me ?” Then you slowly start to pronounce it again, happily smiling at your baby trying to wake up her dad. Suddenly, in a scream, San opens his eyes, grabs the baby, and starts putting kisses everywhere on the baby’s face, neck and chest. Her laugh echoes in the room. It was the most beautiful sound in the world, and you were lucky enough to hear it for a year now.

“Hi Gorgeous” He finally says, when he sets an eye on you. “Hi ! You’re an early bird today ! Shouldn't you be resting ?” You wish he could sleep longer on his days off. “Today’s an important day. I wanted to spend the longest day with my precious little princess.” He loved his daughter with his whole giant heart. Pregnancy used to scare you, but San had never left your side, he was the best support and the best husband ever. He was gentle, caring, sweet and so full of love. He was so ready to start a family with you. “Eomma ! Play !” Says your precious one. “You want mommy to play with us, sweet ?” Immediately answers San, a spark in his eyes. She nods her head and begins to try to get off the bust of her father. But he catches her up in flight, to go and spin her around in the air like a plane. "Come and catch us!" He throws the little girl in his arms as he walks around the house. You chase them, without hiding your hilarity.

You loved this daily life so much, simple, without fuss, just the three of you. "My turn!" You press him by grabbing your daughter from her father’s hands and then you go out through the corridors. "He must not catch us!" You whisper in Sun-Hee’s ear. But sooner than you thought, the giant arms of your husband surround you both. “Oh no ! We lost !” “Oh-Oh !” Says the little one, her tiny hand on her mouth, covering her smile. You’ve barely ever seen her this happy. “You still can have a giant cake tonight, okay baby ?” “Cake !” She repeats. “ Yes, cake ! But it’ll be tonight, with the uncles, mommy, and daddy ! We’ll blow the candle, for your birthday ! ‘Cause Sun-hee’s a big girl now, right ?” Another nod that makes you smile even wider if that was possible. “And what do we say to our big girl ?” Starts your husband, near your ear, his head resting on your shoulder. “We say, Happy Birthday Sun-Hee !” You both say at the same time, making the toddler clap her hands.

You finally put her down, so she can play on the floor. “I can’t wait to have more like her.” You turn your gaze to him, surprised. “Let’s wait a little bit longer. She’s just turning one.” You put a kiss on his lips and leave the room to grab a quick breakfast. “But you didn’t say no ! You’ll be a big sister one day, Sun !” He says to the carbon copy of himself. 

Oh you could give him a football team if he asked you to, but for now, you wanted to focus on your now one-year old, little treasure.

𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒊 - (wc : 819)

Working as a photographer, you used to take a very pretty picture of your twins, every single month, to celebrate their lives and to see how much they are evolving. Today was an important one, their first birthday. You had everything organized before. The setting, the outfits, the theme. You’ve spent hours with your husband to glue down every balloon to a wood panel. Mingi was probably more excited than you were. He loved his babies. He adored them, as much as you do. It was such a surprise when they announced at the first ultrasound that there were not one but two little hearts that were beating at the core of your being. A boy and a girl, you were the happiest parents of the universe. You waited the whole nap for them to wake up and be the most joyous little humans. But they decided to take a longer nap today than usual. Everything was in place, Mingi brought the cakes home earlier today, and they were absolutely amazing.

You couldn’t wait any longer. “We should wake them up !” You suggested, lifting your head to your husband. “We will ruin their sleep schedule if we wake them up.” You instantly pouted when he ended his phrase. “Be patient, my love. We will enjoy it later on. And I can have a few more minutes just with you.” And it’s been a real deal to have some time just for you and your husband since the babies were born. Having a baby is a big thing, but two, it’s a rollercoaster. But you had the most patient, understanding and the funniest partner in the world to go through this with. He handled the situation with so much love and care, he was perfect.

He wrapped his hand around your body, to draw you to him and to place his head in the hollow of your neck to place a kiss. “Do you think we did a good job ?” You suddenly ask, resting your head on his shoulder. “Are you really asking ?” He said by straightening up. You lift your shoulders. “I was just thinking.” You said. It has been a struggle for you since the announcement. You’ve been so scared of being a bad mom to them. You couldn’t imagine how life would be without them, but sometimes the questions were too strong to be held back in your mind. “You’re the most amazing mom to our children, my love. And I'll tell you as much as you need to hear it.” He places a kiss on your forehead at the same time as laughs are heard. “And they’ll be here to remind you how much they love you. Let’s get them.” He said, leading you by the hand to pick up your little ones. 

You open the door to your smiley babies. “-Ma !” Said the boy when he saw you, shaking his little arms for you to pick him up. “Hi sweet Sun ! That was a good nap, huh?” You answer by lifting his little body to yours. “And that’s my little shining Star !” Said Mingi wrapping his arms around his daughter. The babies smiled to each other, grabbing each other's hand. You exchange a tender look with your husband before you go to change the twins. Later, they’re all dressed as little bears and that’s the cutest thing. Mingi adds up little bows in your daughter’s hair and a bow tie around your son’s neck. Soon you bring up the two little cakes in front of the babies, a big 1 on top of them and you start to take a lot of pictures.

It was a teamwork, as their dad tried to make them smile wide and big but the cakes had all their attention. Without you being able to prevent it, the hands of the toddlers are buried in butter cream and cakes, perfectly destroyed. Their little faces are covered in white and sprinkles. You couldn’t help but laugh, the babies were a mess, but at least they had so much fun. “I could have bet it would end up like this.” Mingi said in a laugh. “Wanna try some of that cake, mama ?” He added, sitting next to the babies, a bit of buttercream on the tip of his finger.

You abandon the camera to sit with them. You opened your mouth to taste the cream, but it ended up on your nose. “Mingi !” You squeak, making him laugh harder. “Oh look ! Mom has some cake on her face !” He said to the babies, before putting some more to each one’s nose. “We should put some on daddy too !” You said, joyfully. It was your husband’s turn to have his face painted with some food. The day ended up in a giant cake explosion everywhere, but your heart was so full. Life was so fun with those three. And it’s just the beginning.

𝑱𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝑾𝒐𝒐𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 -(wc : 501 )

Life’s been pretty amazing since you gave birth, a year ago. Better, you learned that you can fall in love more than once. You can easily remember every time your heart fell again. The first was when you saw Wooyoung holding his newborn daughter in his arms for the first time. The tears in his eyes, and the brightest smile on his face, oh gosh, you've never been more in love. Then you witnessed every second of his life with the both of you, and you realized how lucky you were. 

It was late at night, you insisted on going to bed, since you were really tired and needed a good night of sleep. Luckily your beautiful baby girl was a very good sleeper, so you knew you could have the long night you deserve. Especially knowing that you and Wooyoung had spent the evening preparing a surprise for your little girl. Balloons, glitters, and tons of animals everywhere. She’ll be so happy when she wakes up in the morning. But when you're going to the room after a clean up, you realize that your daughter’s bedroom door is half open.

When you go to look at it, you find your fiancé, leaning on the little being that you had given birth to. Your heart softens as you lean against the door.  “ She’s not going to fly away, you know.” You murmur, amused to see him here. “It’s past midnight. She’s not a baby anymore…” He answers, his eyes not leaving his daughter for a second. “She's really growing up, huh ?” You approach him to surround his waist with your arms. “Too fast. I wish she could stay this innocent and tiny forever.” But time flies. It was like you’ve given birth yesterday and now, she’s one already. “Do you think she’ll love her birthday and her presents ?” he asks, grabbing your hand, while the other is drawing circles on the baby’s tummy. “She’ll adore it ! She’ll have a blast tomorrow morning, but we definitely should go to sleep if we want to survive.” And you’ll need some energy, that’s for sure. There will be some other toddlers in the room, and above all, there will be eight great men who sometimes behave themselves as happy children. "I’ll meet you in five minutes." he said, putting a kiss on your temple. You nod and walk out of the room to hear it a few moments later. "You are the most beautiful thing that ever happened to us. You make me the happiest dad on earth." You lean against the wall, your heart, warmer than ever.

“I’ll always be there for you and your mom. You’ll never have to be afraid.” You knew, he’d be the most perfect father ever. “I can’t believe you’re already one. Happy birthday, my sweet little princess.” He says, while you wipe a tear that is running down your cheek. Wooyoung loves his daughter so much, it was quite overwhelming. It was what you’ve ever dreamed of. 

𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒊 𝑱𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒐 -(wc : 704 )

It was such a special day. It was just the three of you and your husband had everything organized. He wanted that day to be locked in your child's memory forever. You had told him so many times that your little girl wouldn’t remember it, but he wanted to make it extra special. You celebrate your first birthday only once. He had booked the best breakfast in town, so that your baby could have the most delicious croffle ever. She was the most excited baby in the world. Laughing and charming everyone around. She then napped against her father’s chest, in the carrier. Her sweet chubby cheek, crushed against the fabric of the sweater that your partner was wearing. You took a lot of pictures of that moment. Jongho loved to have his baby all against his body. He used to make dinner, having her in the carrier. To play with the boys, while carrying her. And for the first months, it has been quite a relief for you. You could take time to relax, and breathe, without having to constantly rock the baby around. You loved being a mom, and Jongho made it so much easier. And she had the best sleep ever. You could understand your daughter, you loved to sleep on your hubby’s chest too.

She looked exactly like him, you adored her. She was the sweetest, funniest, calmest little girl. You felt so lucky. And the feeling was so overwhelming, that in the middle of the park you were walking in, you just wrapped your arms around your husband. “Oh Love… What’s that ?” he asked, surprised but endeared by your gesture. ‘I just feel so lucky. To have you, to have her.” You sigh. Your head rested on his shoulder and you put a hand on your baby’s back. “And that’s why you’re being so emotional ?” he answered, with the sweetest voice. “You’re making fun of me !” You whine in a pouty voice, making him laugh.

A hand of his, joined yours on your baby and he kissed the top of your head. “I’m not. I just love you a little more every time.” Your heart exploded with those words. Lifting yourself on your toes, you kiss his cheek. Love has never been that easy. But he was the answer to everything. 

Later on, you entered that big baby clothes store, you wanted to go for so long. You came here only once, fully pregnant with your baby girl, but ended up only buying her, her very first outfit, since it was very pricey. But since it was a special day, you didn’t want to give her tons of toys. The family had already taken care of it anyway.

You thought a nice outfit would do the trick, but judging by all the clothes your partner already had in his hands, he didn’t have the same idea as you. “Honey… That’s a lot.” You say. But looking at every piece, it looks absolutely amazing. So cute, and so perfect for her. “ I will buy her every special piece. Because she deserves it, she’s our little princess.” He said, looking at the smiley little baby in his arms. “You like it, Sunshine ?” The baby got a giant smile, when she looked at her dad. “She likes it !” He said, looking at you. “She likes you, Honey.” You corrected him nicely. He continued to look around, and finally ended up with a handful of tiny dresses, tops, little overalls, pajamas. “She’ll look better than the other babies, everywhere she’ll go.” You couldn’t help but smile so wide. “You’re spoiling her. We said nothing big.” You say, amused. the baby started shaking in her dad’s arms. “Little princess has enough, huh ?” Your voice soothes, and you take a look at Jongho who understood.

You headed both to the cashier. Check out every little piece of fabric, and get out of the store, arms full of bags. “Once we’re home, we’ll do online shopping for you. It’s your first birthday as a mom. We should celebrate that too.” He said, with his whole giant heart in his voice. His presence everyday sounded like a celebration, but today. You fell in love harder than ever.

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