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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ bbydaddy!jk (24) ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ *nsfw*

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note: hihi ,, sorry this update took so long (>'-'<) hope u like it <3 personally think it could've been freakier but also planning on another extra of pregnant oc n bbydaddy jk fucking LOL so i wouldn't worry abt it... ch is lengthy fyi … also,, bby2’s name reveal 😝

warnings: pregnancy mood swings, hot tub sex (oc is in her 2nd trimester) pregnant oc, jealousy, dirty talk, breast play, some slapping, kissing, and fucking

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so much happened before the wedding. 

for instance, you two pulled zion out of daycare and enrolled him in preschool. with all your leave time from work, this allowed you to spend more precious moments with him and while still having time for yourself. another thing is that you and jungkook finally pushed through packing up and moving homes. truth be told, you two bought the penthouse a few years ago but paused on the mini renovations due to your busy work schedules and personal circumstances. on top of that, when jungkook came back from new york he talked about leaving the company to start something of his own. 

if that doesn’t feel like a lot… you two got married. 

married. 

in the midst of the aftermath of your wedding and moving process; you and jungkook are expecting another. and wow, does it feel like you two can’t catch your breath. the timing of everything has truly never felt more chaotic yet so right. 

you and jungkook deserve every bit of this new chapter.

this new life. 

so, with everything in motion, you two decided to take a take a moment and slow things down.

to catch your breath, step away, and spend some intentional time together before the next wave of change rolls in. a cabin trip, tucked away from the noise, just the two of them and the growing baby you carry, is the perfect escape.

when the car slows to stop, you take a moment to admire the soft snow that coats the cabin’s rooftop and blankets the surrounding pine trees. jungkook turns off the engine and gazes out the window. as he marvels at the sight, he turns to you and thinks; 

there’s no comparison. 

you catch his gaze and scoff at him. 

“don’t look at me like that,” you warn. “we haven’t even made it inside the cabin. i’m 5 months pregnant, jungkook. i can’t fuck in this audi like—”

“you’re so beautiful,” he leans over and kisses your forehead. “that’s all.”

you tighten your lips and nod. 

he’s been awfully good at making your heart flutter these days… could be the pregnancy hormones. could be the fact that you married the right man. somewhere in between, you can’t even find it in yourself to question it or think any deeper. you’re just thankful. you’re so grateful for him. 

jungkook steps out first.

he inhales deeply and stretches. taking in the stillness of the mountains, the snow beneath him crunches under his boots. he hurries around to open the car door for you. offering his hand, you smile and take it. your gloved finger curls around his as you carefully step out of the car, one hand instinctively resting on your round belly. 

"oh.. wow. honey, this is beautiful,” you murmur in awe. 

jungkook tugs you close and kisses the top of your head. "it's aight. i think you're—"

"oh, my love..." you look down at your belly and pout. "your daddy is so annoying. he's such a yapper. i hope you take after me and know when to shut up."

the first day passes faster than you expect.

after settling into the cozy cabin, you and jungkook decide to explore the small downtown area. it’s a charming place, with snow-dusted streets and twinkling lights in every shop window. you wander hand in hand, stopping to sample street food—warm, savory bites that fill the crisp air with delicious smells. then there’s dessert, sweet enough to leave you both way too full but completely satisfied. by the time you finish, the sun is setting, and you head back to the cabin before 6pm, ready to settle in for a cozy evening.

the two of you curl up on the couch, binge-watching bad romcoms. between the predictable plots and over-the-top drama, you’re both laughing harder than you have in weeks. every ridiculous twist has you snorting, and you spend half the time arguing over the characters’ choices, tossing playful jabs at each other’s taste in movies. you haven’t felt this light, this refreshed in each other's company, in what feels like forever.

it’s a stark contrast to the year before, which was filled with more ups and downs than anyone should have to endure in a lifetime. even now, it’s still hard to look back at those difficult times without a weight settling in your chest. but it’s moments like this—when you’re playing a board game with jungkook, battling over a meaningless win—that make your heart soar.

jungkook, of course, refuses to let you win, which might be the funniest thing he’s done in a while. he’s always been competitive, but when it comes to you, he usually doesn’t mind losing, letting you take the victory just to see you smile.

but tonight?

tonight’s different.

you’re both teasing each other mercilessly, throwing out fake strategies and dramatic groans every time someone gains an advantage.

“you’re really gonna make me earn this, huh?” you laugh, shaking your head as he shoots you a smirk.

“you better believe it,” he replies, eyes gleaming with playful determination.

"does the fact that i'm carrying your baby—"

"no, no, no—d-don't pull the milf card," he panics. "don't be a cheater like that."

"what's it to you? if i'm a milf, you're a dilf."

the back-and-forth banter fills the cabin with warmth, the kind of joy that’s rare and precious.

every time he tries to outwit you, you only love him more for it. this is the jungkook you fell in love with—the one who knows how to make even the simplest moments feel special.

as you look at him mid-game, you think to yourself; you win no matter what.

this is the love you fought for, and right here, in this cozy cabin, surrounded by snow and laughter, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

when the next morning comes, you and jungkook wake up slow together.

over the past 5 months, you’ve been so nauseous, your feet have been swelling (you cried the other day because your old snow boots wouldn’t fit), and your body just... feels less like your own every day.

between the sleepless nights and aching back, you’ve been longing for a break, something to help you feel even just a little bit more like yourself again.

he’s constantly touching your belly and making sure you aren’t bending your knees or lifting a finger. you’ve always known him to be an acts-of-service type of guy, but he surely is a different man when you’re pregnant.

he’s so fucking clingy...

but you are too.

jungkook knows how much you’ve been struggling; he sees it in the way you wince when you stand up too fast, or how you press your hand to your lower back after a long day. when he suggested a babymoon—an escape to a peaceful spa retreat—you didn’t hesitate to agree.

he planned everything perfectly, even down to booking a specialist renowned for her prenatal massages. you both have been counting down the days, excited for the chance to unwind together.

before heading to the spa, you and jungkook decide to grab some coffee.

today, the weather is cool with a crispness in the air that feels refreshing after yesterday’s warmth.

jungkook parks the car at a nearby café on the corner of the street and helps you out. the small bell above the door jingles as you walk in. the vibe inside is laid-back and peaceful—wooden tables, soft lighting, and a chalkboard menu that gives it a homely feel, but the low hum of conversation fills the space with a quiet buzz of life.

you both are a little more sensitive this time around, but who could blame you? between the pregnancy hormones and the life changes, things have been tough. but it’s okay. things are better now.

life has never felt more full.

jungkook squeezes your hand before heading up to the counter to order, while you take a seat by the window, a few tables away from the barista station. from your spot, you can watch him as he approaches the counter, where a young woman with bright eyes and an easy smile greets him.

"good morning! what can i get for you today?" she asks, her voice chipper and smooth, a little too warm for your liking.

maybe it’s the pregnancy hormones, but… truly, there’s something in her voice you dislike.

she leans slightly against the counter, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear, her attention fully fixed on jungkook. you tilt your head and sit back in your chair a little more. this is interesting.

jungkook offers his usual friendly smile. "one iced americano, and one matcha oat milk latte, please."

the barista starts punching in the order, her eyes flicking up to meet his. "iced, even in this weather? bold choice. i like that."

jungkook laughs softly, the sound filling the quiet space and making you smile unconsciously as you fiddle with the napkin in front of you. you can hear snippets of their conversation from where you sit. the barista's tone shifts just slightly—casual but laced with subtle flirtation.

"so, aside from iced coffee at 8am, do you ever drink coffee at 4pm?" she asks, her eyes lingering on him a bit longer than necessary. "my shift ends at 4pm. how do you like your coffee then?"

you feel your shoulders tense, a little twist in your stomach forming as you watch. it’s harmless. you know it’s harmless, but something about the way she’s looking at him makes your heart squeeze uncomfortably.

jungkook, ever the oblivious sweetheart, glances toward you. his gaze softens when your eyes meet. without missing a beat, he grins and says, "with my wife."

the barista falters for a moment, caught off guard. her smile tightens, and she forces a laugh, quickly recovering.

"well, aren’t you… committed. that’s nice to see."

you catch the way jungkook's lips twitch, clearly proud of himself for the quick response. he gives you a little wink, and despite the initial rush of warmth from his words, the insecurity starts to creep in again. you glance away, pretending to be interested in the view outside the window, but you can’t shake the way your stomach churns. it’s a familiar wave of self-consciousness washing over you.

it’s stupid, you think to yourself.

but... why does this bother me?

even if he always says the right things... fuck.

your hand then drifts down to rest on your belly, the growing baby inside serving as a constant reminder of the changes you’ve been going through. the swelling, the mood swings, the way your clothes don’t fit the same anymore—it’s all there. it bubbles just under the surface. seeing someone so effortlessly pretty and carefree—someone who hasn’t been carrying another human for months—playfully flirting with your husband only magnifies that feeling.

jungkook pays, grabs the drinks, and walks over to you, placing one in front of you as he takes a seat.

"got your favorite," he says, flashing you that same smile that always melts your heart.

you force a smile back, but it doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

"thanks, honey."

he narrows his eyes slightly, reading you like a book.

"everything okay?"

"yeah, i’m fine," you reply, taking a sip from your cup, hoping it hides the tiny lie. the weight of your feelings lingers, leaving a heaviness in the air that jungkook can sense, even if he doesn’t fully understand.

for now, he lets it slide, though you know him well enough to recognize that he’s not going to leave it alone for long.

the spa day is as luxurious and blissful as you imagined it to be. 

you tried your best not to let your waves of jealousy and insecurity get in the way of experiencing this with jungkook… but it’s a lot easier said than done. 

you couldn’t help but feel self-conscious the entire time. you couldn’t help but notice the longing gazes the staff had as jungkook walked by your side… it made you feel sick to your stomach. 

… like, yes! he’s handsome. 

but he’s also mine? so close your eyes. 

aside from that, you and jungkook had a great time with the massages and truly felt relaxed. it was so nice to spend time with him like this… which is why a part of you immediately feels guilty when he helps you get dressed at the end of the session. 

“honey, you okay?” jungkook says, as he helps zip up your jacket. 

you look at him, trying to blink the thin layer of your teary eyes. “y-yeah.”

he blinks at you. 

“is your body feeling okay? was the massage too much—w-what’s going on? why are you about to cry?”

“no,” you step closer, your arms slowly sliding around his neck and draw him in. your fingers lace gently at the nape of his neck, brushing against the soft strands of his hair. “it was perfect. thank you so much for bringing me here, honey. i love you.” 

“i love you too.”

instinctively, jungkook leans into you, your forehead almost touching. his gaze softens, and there's a tenderness in the way you hold him. he loves this. it’s like you’re grounding yourself in his presence. even though he knows you’re withholding some truth, he’ll take this for now. 

“you sure?” he attempts once more. 

“mhm,” you nod, making an effort to lighten your tone. “let’s get some dinner, yeah?”

dinner was lovely. 

it was the kind that left your heart and stomach feeling equally full. jungkook had made you laugh so much, telling stories and cracking little jokes that slowly but surely melted away the weird mood from earlier. you’d almost forgotten about the lingering unease as his laughter filled the cozy cabin, a warmth settling between the two of you. 

now, as you both lounged comfortably in the soft glow of the fire, jungkook’s playful grin returned.

“you know,” he said, nudging your knee, “we’ve got that hot tub just waiting for us.” his eyes sparkled mischievously. "let's take advantage of it."

you tighten your lips.

"come on," jungkook grins, tugging gently at your hand. "the hot tub’s waiting for us. you know you want to."

you hesitate, glancing out toward the balcony where steam rises into the cool evening air. the idea of sinking into the hot water sounds tempting, but the lingering weight of your jealousy from earlier makes you feel uneasy. you haven't said anything about it yet, but it sits at the back of your mind. 

jungkook’s eyes search yours, his expression softening as he steps closer, wrapping his arms around your waist. 

“you deserve to relax, honey. this whole weekend is for you,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple. "let's enjoy it."

you want to tell him. 

you want to explain the knot in your chest, the little twist of insecurity that made you feel silly. but instead, you just smile—small and tight—because he's right. this trip is supposed to be about unwinding, about feeling good again, and you can’t bring yourself to ruin the mood.

“okay,” you say, your voice quieter than usual. “let’s do it.”

jungkook’s face lights up instantly, a boyish grin spreading across his lips. 

“love you, mama.” he pulls you in for a quick kiss, his excitement infectious as he heads toward the balcony to get the tub ready.

the outdoor hot tub and sauna sit on the edge of the property, steam rising into the chilly air. as you stand at the edge of the hot tub, you strip down your robe. jungkook, who has been sitting in the hot tub mentally preparing himself for you—is more than delighted to watch you lower yourself into the bubbling water. 

jungkook looks up from the water with soft, adoring eyes. his expression is completely relaxed yet focused, entirely captivated by you. the steam rises around him, but it’s the warmth in his gaze that stands out the most. a kind of quiet affection that radiates with every glance. his lips are slightly parted, and though he says nothing, the way his gaze clings to you speaks volumes. he's utterly consumed by you. every detail of your presence pulling him deeper into that gentle obsession. (gentle… yeah right). his tattooed arm rests casually on the edge of the hot tub, but even with his laid-back posture, there's an intensity in the way he watches you. 

truly, you're the only thing in the world that matters to him. 

offering him a small smile, you finally sink into the water and sit. jungkook moves from his spot to in front of you. he opens his arms and you let out a giggle as he wraps himself around you. you can’t help but giggle… you aren’t blind. 

jungkook comes to you—wet, tatted, and toned. 

as his arms envelop you, the warmth of his body against yours sends shivers down your spine. you can’t help but admire the way the water glistens on his skin and how hot and bothered his tattoo sleeve is making you. for a second, jungkook pulls away to smirk at you… when he does so, it ignites a flutter in your stomach. you find yourself lost in the depths of his eyes. 

you’re convinced that the glint in them can heal your soul. 

in this intimate space, the world outside fades away, leaving just the two of you wrapped in your own little bubble. you can feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat as he pulls you closer, a reminder of the love you share, a bond that only grows stronger in moments like this. the steam swirls around you, but it’s the connection between your souls that truly warms your heart, making you more and more aware that this is where you belong—right in the center of his gaze.

"this was a good idea," you breathe. “i needed this."

jungkook kisses the top of your head before he moves and slips in beside you. his arm naturally rests around your shoulders. 

“anything for you, mama,” he whispers, breath visible in the cool air. he tilts his head, sneaking a kiss on your cheek. you smile as he does so, feeling like you could melt. “i’m so happy you’re happy.”

you laugh softly, resting her head on his shoulder. "you make me happy.”

jungkook’s face lights up. 

it’s moments like these where he feels his heart is lifted. there’s nothing better than hearing you say shit like that. it’s so simple but it wholeheartedly gives him the will to live.

jungkook’s hand drifts to your belly. 

“i miss zion.” 

you laugh. “even though he’s your number 1 hater?” 

jungkook scoffs at you. though what you said is true, he refuses to accept it. 

“he’s gonna have to learn to love us equally… or at least, need me a little more,” he sighs. “to be honest… i’m kind of worried about when you go into labour and the entire new shift in our family. don’t get me wrong—i think zion is a great kid. as unbias as i can be, he truly is kind. he’s curious and understanding at the same time. he’s funny and sociable… but i’m concerned that if he isn’t into me right now and he’s been awfully clingy with you… w-well, i’m not sure how we’re gonna navigate through that. our baby is going to need you and i want to protect your peace of mind and recovery… but i also want to be an accessible father to zion and leave enough time and things for myself. i d-don’t know if i’m making any sense but—”

you nod, listening to him. everything he mentioned makes sense to you. you feel the same way and have also worried about how zion will be as a brother. he’s completely capable of it and he has shown excitement regarding your pregnancy—but it’s different when it happens.

“i feel the same way,” you admit, taking your hand and resting it on his cheek. “everything is so new and there’s so much more than just welcoming a new baby… all your feelings are okay and i appreciate you being able and willing to talk about them even when they don’t make sense to you. see, when you do and say things like this—it eases me. we’re not going to get everything right. we’re going to mess up and there will be times where our priorities rearrange and the adjustment sucks… but we’ve been through worse and made it through. this is our life together, honey. we’re going to make it work. we’re going to be okay.” 

jungkook takes your words in. 

they give him a rush of comfort and feels instantly better. there’s no other way of describing the kind of relief you give him.

he believes in you so much. 

you reach over and kiss him. he kisses you back, happily and deeply. when you pull away he lets out a sigh of relief.

“in other news… yoongi and his new girlfriend? don’t they remind you of us?” jungkook begins. “like when we were dating and how dramatic we were about always being together? she lives two cities away and he’s constantly driving back and forth.”

you laugh, recalling all the lovestruck texts yoongi sent you. not too long ago, he asked for anniversary date ideas and it made you feel funny. with his past girlfriends, he never bothered to ask for help or even get his friends involved. he was usually quiet about them… but with this new one, he’s on blast. 

you and jungkook met yoongi’s girlfriend a few months ago. just before the wedding actually. she was really warm and brought a brighter part of yoongi out. you’ve never seen that side of him. he would glow while she smiled. it was decided then and there that she would be invited to your wedding.

“yoongi is falling in love again," you say with a laugh. "maybe a little fast but it’s also really nice to see him passionate about someone… and he’s grown.”

jungkook chuckles, nodding. "yeah, he’s head over heels this time."

you pause, then casually add, “she’s really pretty and kind… so i understand why he’s lovestruck.”

the silence that follows is enough for jungkook to realize there’s more on your mind. you glance over at him before finally asking, “she’s pretty right?”

“i’m married.”

“you’re allowed to think other women are pretty… l-like the barista from this morning. she was pretty, right?” you repeat. 

jungkook’s eyes slightly widen. his body stiffens, not expecting the shift. 

“i think you think she’s pretty.”

you bite your inner cheek. “because she was pretty—”

“no.”

“it’s okay,” you attempt to sound cool. “you can admit it. i won’t be mad—”

“i think my wife is pretty. the prettiest.”

“she was pretty—”

he shrugs, eyes beginning to panic. “honey, i couldn’t tell ya—“

“jungkook,” you groan. “be serious—“

“i am,” jungkook lets out a harsh scoff. “are you?”

you feel a little sick. 

not because of the pregnancy but because you know you’ve provoked him. suddenly, his gaze lowers and the unbothered expression he had on a second ago is long gone. 

“___, my love—my wife… you know you’re carrying my child, right? not only have you carried my first, second, and now third—holy shit. i don’t mean to sound so angry right now, but if what you’re insinuating is that i haven’t fucked you deep enough to feel the love i have for you then—fuck. we have an issue here. i am angry.”

you heart stops the moment he mentions your second pregnancy. “no. that’s not what i—“

“tell me now,” jungkook demands. “have i not kissed every inch of your body enough for you to understand how in love i am with it? with you? have i or have i not, huh? or should i fuck you right now so i can prove shit? fuck, ___. am i not a grown-ass man that falls at the feet of his wife—no. don’t look away. i want you to fucking look at me when i’m talking to you.” 

you tighten your lips and look up at him. for a moment, you look down and away. he caught your look and pulled you back into reality. his reality. 

the atmosphere shifts. 

“are you okay?” he asks for the nth time today. “are we okay?”

jungkook chases for your eyes. you look at him and feel overwhelmed. you can’t help it. before you know it, tears stream down your face. 

“i d-don’t know,” your voice shakes. “i don’t mean to pick a fight. i don’t know why i’m so insecure right now—i just… i didn't mean to be so sulky the entire day. please, jungkook... i love you and appreciate everything you've done for this babymoon... and i know that the barista flirting with you this morning was nothing. i know it was nothing. girls have hit on you way more than that but i think because i’m pregnant and she was so pretty—”

you let out a sob. “i know you love me and there are more important things in our life than to be crying over stupid shit like this… but i can’t help it. w-why do you have to be so handsome?” 

you hit his bare chest and he moves back, pretending like it hurt. pouting, you cross your arms at him.

“a-and you can’t blame me. you always flirt with me and get me all hot and bothered but haven’t actually fucked me in 2 months. 2 months, jungkook! what the fuck! this is literally your fault. i look and act like this because of your fucking cum—”

“oh my god,” he hisses. “honey, do you know how hard it’s been for me to not rip your clothes off? do you have any idea how i feel when i touch you and all you do is glow? as much as this makes me sound like a pathetic loser—i’m scared to. if i fuck you while you’re pregnant, i’m literally going to cumbust. i’m going to fall in love with you even more. i don’t know if i can handle that—can you? god, do you know how much this all means to me? you think it’s just me being inside you again—which, fuck, i miss that too—but to me it’s so much more. i can’t even find the words to say how utterly sick my mind gets when i think about us fucking with you pregnant like this.” 

you stare at him blankly.

“you’re pregnant—your body is changing,” he pauses. “... and i’m so grateful for you. for this divine body. you can be insecure all you want and i will do anything and everything to prove them wrong—but the truth is… i’m selfish right now. ___, i love how needy you are. i love how your boobs overflow in my hands. i love the bump. i love how flush your cheeks are. i love that you can’t bend and i get to do more things for you. i love that you want me more. so fuck. sorry if i don’t give a shit if a young barista hits on me or if yoongi has a girlfriend—i’m captivated by you. i only know you and your beauty. i only want you.”

jungkook has always loved you.

over and over again, he has shown, fought, and waited for you with his love like no other. to be frank, it feels like every day there is a new reason for him to love you. 

when you became pregnant with zion, he didn’t know how to function. he was genuinely mindblown and breathless from how much he loved you. then, as you two went through your second pregnancy and continue to heal together from the circumstances, he thinks; this must be it. 

because there is no way he could love you any more than this. 

… but he does. 

there’s something about seeing you pregnant that makes him fall even harder. seeing you in this light—happier and safe… it strikes him differently. the feeling plunges right into his heart and fills it with more admiration and appreciation for you. 

you see, it’s in the little things. 

how you absentmindedly rub your belly when you talk about the baby, or the way your eyes soften when you feel a kick. he’s in awe of how strong you are, how you’ve adapted to every change with grace, even when it’s tough.

watching you carry his child, seeing the way your love has grown to make room for this new life, has only deepened his devotion. to him, you’ve never looked more beautiful, more radiant—more divine.

the steam swirls around you and jungkook. 

instead of saying more, he leans closer. his eyes lock with yours and you gulp. he brushes a damp strand of your hair behind your ear, his fingertips lingering against your skin. 

it feels like he’s taking forever to kiss you. 

he looks at you needy and desperate. leaning in, he tilts his head and closes in on you. time stops when his lips met yours. he kisses you with such demand.

opening your mouth ever so slightly, you allow him in. he deepens the kiss, melting away any lingering tension. he pulls you closer, his abs touching your bump. jungkook moans into the kiss and you smile. then, he slides his hands around your waist and his fingers play with the hem of your bikini bottom. you let out a gasp when he pinches your ass. he pulls away from the kiss and laughs, before placing a kiss on your shoulder. 

then, he lifts his face and kisses you again. pulling away once again, you giggle as his fingers tug down your bottoms. 

“need you.”

you scrunch your nose at him.

it’s so strange to you because pregnancy isn’t that glamorous. you aren’t blind and jungkook doesn’t exactly do much to wipe the drool that dribbles down his mouth when he sees you paddle like a penguin… but seriously? the hot tub?

“in the hot tub?”

“in the hot tub?” he mocks you. 

you squirm as he successfully takes your bottoms off. he smirks as he tosses them to the side. jungkook then squats and lifts you to switch positions. as he sits, he settles you on top of him. he bites his bottom lip as he concentrates on taking his shorts off. 

"come on," he whines. "it's sexy."

“im pregnant,” you remind him. “i don’t know if i can—”

“you can,” jungkook assures you. “you will.” 

just like that, you fold.

you trust him. 

when he takes his shorts off, he helps you get more comfortable. as you sink into his cock, you plant both of your hands on his shoulders. you wince as you hump and grind on him. 

he feels so big. 

jungkook playfully pouts. “what’s wrong, mama? you were crying about not having me inside you—now that i am, what? what is it? too big?”

you nod as you come down. 

“should’ve prepped.” 

jungkook’s pout turns into a mischievous smile.

“why? this is for me. i like that you’re so sensitive. don’t you? you feel it, right? you’re so tight, mama. can feel you clenching. your fucking pussy has grip… and look at you. fucking yourself onto me like a good girl cos you love this fat cock so much. you love this.”

you nod, feeling his length in your guts. “yes, daddy. love this cock so much. thank you for my baby.”

he inhales sharply before wrapping his arms around you. jungkook rips off your bikini top and stuffs his face into your breasts. he kisses them, taking his time to lick and suck your nipples. when he pulls away, he brings his hands to them. 

he squeezes them tightly and watches the way your flesh spills in between his fingers. your breasts got so fucking big—he loves them. 

“god bless these breasts,” he hums. “you like that, mama? you like it when i play with your tits like this?” 

slap.

“say thank you to me,” he insists. “with my fucking cum, your tits wouldn’t be this delicious.”

you ride him slower. 

“thank you, daddy.”

slap. 

“again. say it like you mean it.” 

you moan as he smacks them once more. 

“thank you, daddy—oh,” you pant as he twists your nipple. he looks at you, mouth slightly opened and eyes darted at you. “t-thank you for my tits. thank you for cumming inside me and always stuffing me full. you’re so big and i’m so thankful. thank you, thank you, thank you—mmfphh—”

jungkook pulls your hair, tilting you back.

he shoves his face back to your tits before licking his way up to your neck. you feel him throb inside you and suddenly think that the jets and led lights in this hot tub add to the tension. it feels so good. 

pleasure is an understatement.

the way jungkook fits inside you is incredible.

it’s near indescribable actually. you must have saved an entire nation in your past life to deserve dick this good. you ride the high, feeling the tightness in your stomach knot more and more. then, finally, jungkook tells you to get off. 

as you do so, he lets go of your hair and takes you by the waist. he bends you over. you plant your hands on the edge of the hot tub as he hisses, smacks your ass, and shoves himself back inside your pussy. 

he fucks you, making sure to have a handful of your boobs as he does so.

it’s what he deserves.

jungkook bites your shoulders as you moan. cheek to cheek, you both begin to pant. he digs himself deeper and deeper, you swear the curves of his dick have engraved themselves into your pussy. 

“f-fuck yeah, mama—t-that’s it,” jungkook murmurs into your ear. “my dirty fucking slut. so needy and bratty when you’re pregnant. you’re my fucking princess.”

“n-not a princess—”

“you are though,” he breathes our sharply. “my babymama… god, i love you. i love this fucking cunt so much. i’m sorry i haven’t been fucking it. practically fucking self sabatoge… didn’t wanna obsess over you even more—f-fuck. you feel so good. i was a fool. i’m sorry, mama. i’m s-so fucking—nghh—”

jungkook slams himself into you harder and harder. the water splashes and the sounds of the hot tub jets are put into second place. you whimper and moan, matching his pace. he feels like he’ll lose his mind soon. 

you sound so pretty.

you are so pretty.

right then and there, jungkook reaches for your clit. he rubs on it, elevating your pleasure. 

"my pretty mama."

"oh my god—"

jungkook lets out a big exhale. “mhmm. feel good, mama? you like the way i touch you? so fucking pretty. the prettiest. f-fuck, ___... daddy’s got you.” 

he lets you enjoy for a few more seconds before bringing his wet hands to cup your cheeks. he tilts your face up and squishes your lips together. he kisses you before moving back to your neck. there, he nibbles on your skin to leave marks. 

“i love you,” he pants. “i love you, mama.”

“i love you too, daddy.”

what bliss. 

jungkook cums first and feeling the way his cum shoots inside you finishes you off. you cum seconds after and reach for kisses. jungkook lowers his face and kisses you. against your lips, he murmurs;

“10 minute break. can we have sex inside for round 2?”

the babymoon turned out to be everything you needed and more after you and jungkook talked (fucked) through your feelings. truth is, all you can really recall is cumming so much you were afraid your water was going to break. for the past 2 months where you two didn’t fuck—he’s made up for it.

once the air was cleared, any lingering tension melted away, and the rest of the trip was filled with small, intimate moments that made you both fall deeper into this new chapter of your lives. there was that one morning when jungkook woke up early, made breakfast, and brought it to bed with the most endearing, sheepish grin. 

“thought we could start the day off cozy,” he said, climbing back into bed beside you. his warmth immediately soothing. you spent that morning feeding each other bites of fruit between soft kisses, the world outside feeling distant and irrelevant.

every night, you two facetimed zion. watching his bright little face light up the screen as he excitedly told you about his adventures with his grandparents. 

“look, daddy, i made a painting for mommy!” he shouted, showing off a messy splash of colors that had you both smiling. 

of course it was a painting for mommy. 

jungkook asked for his and zion said; “i don’t know. maybe baby will make you one.”

during those quiet nights—heads close together, watching zion through the phone or lying side by side, soaking in the peacefulness—you realized just how "married" you felt. this trip wasn’t just a getaway; it was a reminder of the life you were building together, the love that had deepened through every challenge.

as the sun began to set on the last day of your babymoon, the golden light streaming through the windows bathed the cabin in a warm glow. you and jungkook had spent the afternoon doing nothing in particular—just enjoying each other’s company. lounging in comfortable silence, sharing lazy conversations, and occasionally stealing soft kisses.

“hard to believe it’s almost over,” jungkook murmurs, his fingers gently tracing circles on your back as you rested against him. you hummed in agreement, feeling completely at ease as if all the worries and stresses from before had melted away during your stay.

“i could stay here forever,” you replied with a soft smile, half-joking but meaning it more than you’d care to admit. “but i miss zion and the mom guilt is hitting so hard right now.”

jungkook chuckled and kissed the top of your head.

“do you think he misses me?”

you laugh and then cover your mouth. “did you get funnier or something?”

“haha,” jungkook rolls his eyes. “i really fucking hope this baby likes me more.”

you laugh again, sinking further into him. you rest your hand over your belly. your eyes widen when you feel a kick, you grab jungkook’s hand and place it on top of the spot. 

“i think baby will.” you say softly. "hey, we can talk about baby names on our way home! i’m excited.” 

and just like that, the babymoon comes to a quiet, contented end. nothing dramatic or grand—just the two of you, basking in the love and peace that had surrounded you for the past 10 days. 

as jungkook drives, the soft glow of the setting sun filtered through the car windows. jungkook hums to a the music playing. the gentle melody soon turns into him singing softly, his voice filling the car with a soothing warmth.

your hand rested on your belly, and almost as if on cue, you felt a tiny kick. the baby reacts to his singing, little movements following the rhythm. you laugh quietly, placing your other hand over his. "someone’s already a fan of your voice," you said, glancing at him.

he grins, continuing to sing as he squeezes your hand. "oh? i guess i’m the favourite. in your face, mama," he jokes. “finally…” but there’s a hint of emotion in his eyes. as though the simple act of singing to your baby makes everything feel even more real.

you laugh and gaze out the window. 

"yeah. baby likes your voice," you reply, giving his hand a squeeze. 

“you okay?” jungkook asks. “what’s with that look? what’s on your mind, honey?”

"i was just thinking... about names."

jungkook raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "oh? got any ideas?"

you hesitate for a moment, then the name just slips out. 

"zia,” you reveal. “what do you think of zia? i saw it a few times online and in the baby name book… i called her zia once last week and she kicked. the name itself connects to light, family, and brilliance… radiance."

he repeated it under his breath, testing it out. 

"baby zia… i like it." jungkook smiles warmly, taking your hand and kissing it.

you smile back, feeling a sudden surge of love for both jungkook and the tiny life you were bringing into the world.

the name feels right, like it had been waiting for you all along. you can’t wait to get home and share the news with everyone. you can’t wait to go home together, hug and kiss zion, and fall asleep next to your husband.

everything has fallen into place and life is truly so beautiful.

[yup-thats-me]

"let's see kids who can hug mamma the first!" Your husband told or rather commanded your twin boys as the three came back from their grocery run.

Your two sons giggled as they ran towards the house and the thirty-something-old kid (your husband) too ran with them. The only visible difference being was that he was taller and was carrying three to four bags with him. He, same as his kids, had that stupid little smile on his face.

When the door barged in and her kids ran to your side, Y/n couldn't help the smile that made its way to her lips. Putting down the cup of coffee she was holding, she stumbled back a little by the force as the two little humans hugged their mother like their lives depended on it.

Smiling, Y/n was caressing her two boys lovingly. What she did not expect was to see her husband as well to join in on the group hug and forcibly make his way into the middle making the kids grumble in dissatisfaction.

"That's not fair, dad! we came first!" Your kids whined.

The man gave them a smug grin. "You think? You little seaweeds wouldn't be here if I did not come first, you know." He blew raspberries at the kids. "Also, did you not know your mother loves me the best?"

His comment earned him a smack on the head from his beloved wife. The man held his head in feigned hurt and looked at Y/n like she just betrayed him in the worst ways.

The boys laughed at their father but were quick to ask, "Do you really love Dad more than us, mama?"

Smiling she pecked the two on their cheek, and her husband too to make him stop pouting. "Well...it may be partially true."

It was the kids turn to look betrayed. "But mom!"

Y/n giggled. "I do love you boys. I love you two so much. How can I not when you are literally a part of me? I love you two." She caressed their cheek.

"But as much as it's true that you two are a part of me," she continued, "I wouldn't be able to have you with just myself. It is thanks to your father that I am given such a beautiful gift." she smiled, her eyes shining with a sadness that is not melancholic. It was the realization that her kids would someday leave her. Of course they would, they are bound to. And when they do, she'd be thankful to her husband who stayed.

Her husband smiled at her and gave his kids a nod. Upon the command, the three hugged Y/n out of the blue and greeted, "Happy mother's day momma!"

Y/n was brought back to the present, she smiled, a few tears pricking her eyes. "Thank you, boys," she kissed their cheek. "We have brought you some food as well! We'll go bring it!" The two got up and ran to the kitchen to bring whatever they brought as a gift for their mother.

In the meantime, Y/n's husband snaked a hand around her waist, pulling her close. "Thank you, baby, for being the mother of my children. Really, thank you." And this time, her husband was speaking from the bottom of his heart

[undiscovered-horizon]

"Finnish polka" - Ivar the Boneless x Reader

SUMMARY: After helping one of the northern Jarls, the Lothbrok brothers attend a celebratory feast. There, they're faced with a tradition of warriors catching flower crowns that belong to young women. How surprised Ivar is when you almost shove your crown into his hands.

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Ivar is tired.

Of course he's glad that Jarl Thorstein came out victorious. And that his brothers are fine. Still, he feels weary as the adrenaline leaves his body. His legs start to ache. Ivar downs the rest of his mead in hopes it makes him a little more deaf to his mood.

The upbeat, bright music fills his mind like an obsessive thought. His heart beats to the rhythm tapped by the feet of dancing women. They spin, jump and run around with flower crowns sitting atop their heads. How the wreaths remain immovable, he can't quite say.

Ivar is also angry.

As the local tradition entails, when the song ends, all the dancing young maidens will throw their flower crowns to the crowd. Whoever catches it, is believed to be the girl's lover chosen by the gods. However, whether the couple indulges and trusts gods' judgement is a different story. But if the wreath falls to the floor, the girl is said to remain unmarried for the next five years.

Ivar knows the chance of him somehow catching one of those is near zero. He's sitting quite far from the dancers. Even if he did catch it, he's disillusioned about the imminent dissatisfaction of the flower crown's ownert. Not only is he disabled in a way that almost entirely excludes him from fighting but he's also infamous for his ruthless nature and vengeful heart. Hardly a man who invokes desire. Still, some naive piece of him remains hopeful that maybe he's wrong. Maybe he can be terrible and loved all the same.

He shakes those weak delusions away from himself before they sour his mood further.

His piercing eyes have been following one of the dancers for the better part of the song when he catches himself. Her movements look effortless even when the musicians pick up the tempo. Clearly, she's done this dance one too many times to have any doubts about what she's doing. Joy beams from her in a way that makes her appear almost shining. The wreath on the top of her head is mostly green with white and red flowers. It makes Ivar think of the woods surrounding Kattegat; it makes him think of home.

Ivar leans toward Oddleif, one of the Jarl's men, who's sitting next to him.

"Who is she?"

Oddleif looks at Ivar out of the corner of his eye. He scoffs, takes a large sip of his drink and only then decides to answer:

"If you're thinking of catching her flower crown, don't." His blond braids dance slightly as he shakes his head. There's a hint of laughter hiding in the back of Oddleif's throat. "Half of the surviving army wants it."

"I have no care for flowers," Ivar lies through his teeth. "They have no use. They wilt and die and soon no one remembers them. I am simply curious about her."

"Her father is the blacksmith. You might have seen him in the battle, swinging that damned sledgehammer." Ivar silently nods. He remembers that man - tall as a pine tree and wider than a stable. The blacksmith invokes respect even when he's not decimating enemies like a troll equipped with a tree trunk. "He said once that he'll let any man marry his daughter but only if he can lift an anvil. Tried it once myself. Not that I had any success as you can imagine." Oddleif laughs bitterly and continues drinking. His eyes are glued to the dancers but Ivar knows that right now, the two of them are admiring the very same girl with a flower crown like a forest.

The melody continues to quicken. Despite being out of breath, you don't want it to end. Your feet ache but they do not falter nor do they stumble. It seems that their muscles know the dance better than your mind. There are a dozen girls dancing with you but you do not see them. Not really. They appear worlds away from you and the song of bagpipes and strings.

And then appears he.

A slouched, dark figure flies before your eyes as you're doing another pirouette. The man simply sits there, in the corner, but his presence is overwhelming. Or so you think. He does nothing and yet he tears his way into your microcosm of quick footwork, turns and lively polka.

You recognize him. Of course you do. Many whispers, equally frightened and amazed, have spoken of him. You have believed in all of them until the moment you met his gaze for that split second. Right then, somewhere between blinks and breaths, you renounce every gossip you've ever heard about him. A voice in the back of your head, a trickster or an oracle, nags at you to learn the truth yourself.

When the lively, fast melody comes to a stop, you find yourself shaken awake from the thoughts about Ivar the Boneless. The end of the song seems somewhat abrupt to you as you've been letting your fantasy run wild without paying much attention to what's going on around you. Dancing the last part purely by the memory of your muscles. The moment musicians stop playing, a small crowd begins to form in front of you. Men of different class, age and ancestry reach out their hands. Each one of them is more determined than the other to catch your wreath. They start to yell something but considering that the inside of the long hall is awfully loud anyway, you can't make out any words. Reading their lips, you can only tell when they're exclaiming different variations of your name.

They're only pushing towards you, shoving each other away. You keep taking steps backwards but the distance you create with each step is quickly shortened with the men calling out to you. You knew there would be many of them in front of you but never assumed that many. Instead of somewhat flattering, the siege is terrifying and imposing.

Looking for help or advice, just something that will ease your tension, you silently look around the long hall. Your gaze falls on the same slouched, dark figure. Strange peacefulness washes over you when his eyes meet yours.

The dim candlelight seems to bend around Ivar, making his corner appear darker than anywhere else in the long hall. He's simply sitting there. Maybe he's not interested? But the way he's staring at you shows nothing if not burning curiosity. The sons of Ragnar aren't know for their patience. No, they're said to take whatever they want the moment their desire sparks. Despite that, the youngest of them, and arguably the most famous, appears to be waiting. But for what exactly?

The fresh pine needles prick your skin. You furrow your eyebrows. Your gaze falls to the wreath and then comes back to Ivar. Could it be...?

It isn't much of a throw, really. You toss the flower crown towards him without looking anywhere else but into Ivar's eyes. Without as much as blinking, he catches the wreath with ease as though he has been prepared for that. Low murmurs hit your ears but quickly the sounds of disappointment fall silent as it's made clear who caught your wreath. Despite their initial determination, the men who had been reaching out to you suddenly disperse like fog does in the early morning. They knew better than to get under the skin of a Lothbrok. Especially that one.

"I believe this belongs to you."

Ivar is holding up the wreath. Despite his words, he makes no effort to offer it back to you. His eyes are bright and glistening, the corner of his mouth is tugged ever-so-slightly upwards. He appears amused.

At first, it was nice to finally sit down after dancing for what seemed to be hours on end. But now, when you're facing the consequences of your spur-of-the-moment decision, the tension sets in once more. This time, however, it doesn't feel threatening. In turn, the nervousness is somewhat welcome like the jittery state before a surprise is revealed.

"If I wanted to keep it, I wouldn't have thrown it," you answer in a light tone.

"And why should I keep it?"

The blue eyes study you for a moment. It's a strange feeling - you can't help but think that the longer you are in Ivar's presence, talking or not, he's reading your mind and soul. He stares at you in a way that tells you he already holds all the answers but wants you to confirm them.

"It's said to bring good luck." You shrug your shoulders. "Until the wreath wilts and dies, Freya and Freyr will look after you."

Ivar looks at the flower crown again. Only now, when he's holding it, does he realize that for a flower crown, there aren't many flowers. A few sandworts and poppies, yes, but the wreath is made mostly of evergreen plants. It might take weeks until the crown wilts.

The microcosm seems closed again. Now it's not you and the bagpipes but you and him. It's strange and it's new but it's not threatening. It's not the kind of presence a man of his infamy should have. Or perhaps you've simply fallen for his honey trap.

"Why did you throw it to me?" Ivar tries to make the question seem unimportant, just curiosity brought to light. But he can't quite convince himself that he doesn't care. There's a hint of something vulnerable and genuine when the words roll off his tongue. It's easy to miss like a dandelion clock carried away by a gust of wind.

You wish you knew the answer yourself.

"I don't know really," you say honestly. "Perhaps it was one of the gods that threw the flower crown for me." You make a pause. Ivar's face is unreadable. "Or perhaps I have no interest in urgent, desperate men."

Ivar chuckles. A deep shadow is covering part of his face, making him appear kind of sinister. For a moment, you question whether he's laughing with you or at you.

"And what exactly makes you think I'm not urgent or desperate?" he continues. You notice his smile is growing wider. That glint of amusement in his blue eyes has changed in mischief. "What if I'm worse than all of them? You surely know who I am."

"Of course I do, Ivar the Boneless," you drone the words. In a barely noticeable fashion, he clenches his jaw when you say his name. It makes him feel a strange, burning sensation in his stomach but Ivar is left unsure whether he likes it or detests. "The whispers of your ruthless character are unending."

"But you're not afraid?" he asks with both disbelief and suspicion. A girl with a flower crown doesn't necessarily strike him as fearless in any way. Or this whole strange situation is a little too good, too dream-like, for him to accept it at face-value.

Ivar's smile falters when your face takes on a confident, maybe even arrogant, expression. He's taken aback.

"I'm a woman of the North," you say while leaning towards him on the table. The distance between your faces shortnes. "The only person I fear is my own reflection."

The sudden closeness makes Ivar inhale sharply. The strong smell of pine needles fills his nostrils. For a moment, his imagination runs wild but it's not his fault - he has no grasp on it:

How those big eyes glistened in the semi-dark of the long hall as you were staring at him. Your smirk, somewhat challenging and beckoning him to push on. Then, the smell of conifer that shakes all senses awake. His fantasy leaves the northern snows and travelles to forests, to him brushing pine needles from your hair and your naked, flushes skin smelling of evergreen trees.

But quickly his shaken awake, to his utmost displeasure, by you:

"Well, if you don't want it, I suppose I should take it back, no?"

Your hand unsurely reaches out for the wreath in Ivar's hand. He's quick to pull his arm back.

"It's bad luck to take back gifts," he states plainly. In an act of nonchalance, Ivar is playing with the wreath, spinning it around his finger. "I should like to keep it."

Sometimes you come back to the night you've met the infamous Viking, when you're rendered sleepless while he's calmly breathing next to you, getting the rest he desperately needs. How funny all of it seems - that a flower crown in bloodied, merciless hands could lead to having a genuine crown on your head. Maybe you were right, after all, and it really was the hand of one of the gods that threw the wreath for you.

[megalony]

Did I Fall?

This is an Eddie Diaz imagine, requested by anon, I hope you all like it. Feedback is always amazing and boosts me to carry on.

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911 Masterlist

Summary: While out in the storm, (Y/n) gets struck by lightning and her husband, brother and family gather round to try and save her.

Enjoy.

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"Are you ready baby?"

(Y/n) turned around so her back was facing the ladder and a smile crept onto her face when she realised how close her husband was standing behind her. She watched the way he clamped his hands down on the handrail of the ladder, pinning her in front of him with no escape.

He leaned forward, arching his bum out as his lips rolled together and his eyes darted down to her lips. Despite the rain clattering down around them, Eddie's vision focused in on those dark lips he was desperate to touch. His tongue darted out across his lower lip when he felt (Y/n) drag her hand across his jaw and tilt his chin up so their eyes were level again.

They were on the job. He couldn't have wandering eyes because they would lead to wandering hands and they promised to be professional if they were joined up on shifts together.

"I think so." (Y/n) tilted her head back and squinted up at the sky. Why did it have to be raining and thundering when they were on shift? Couldn't this weather have waited a few hours? Their shifts ended at midnight, the rain could have held off until then.

"Alright then, Mrs Diaz, here you go." His sultry voice sent shivers running up and down (Y/n)'s spine and her lips parted when he reached up for his helmet. He took it off and slumped it down on (Y/n)'s head instead. She had cracked her helmet earlier on in the day and if she was going up the ladder, Eddie wanted his wife to have a bit more protection. Just to be safe.

He slanted it on her head a little to annoy her and when he clipped the buckle onto the harness around her waist, he used it as leverage to tug her closer. Her hands clamped down on his shoulders and her waist bumped into his as he curved an arm around her middle.

Her eyes landed on the red cable clipped onto her waist that reached down to the winch at the bottom of the ladder. Safety first.

(Y/n) leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss against his lips, feeling the salt water rain down over Eddie's nose and drip down his lips. She sunk her teeth into his lower lip and gave a little tug which earned her a slap on the bum and quiet murmur of 'be professional' against her lips.

It was a good job the night was as dark as this with the rain morphing and disfiguring their image for the rest of the team below. The last thing they wanted was for anyone to say they weren't being professional. And they both knew how Evan hated them putting on a display when he was around. It had taken Evan a while to get used to the fact that his little sister was married to his best friend.

"Go get 'em cowgirl."

(Y/n) kissed the tip of Eddie's nose before she turned around and curled her fingers around the ladder.

Her eyes rolled and she supressed a smile when she felt his hand on her bum again before he reached his foot out and clicked the lock off the winch so the rope would extend.

Eddie kept his hands on the ladder and stayed arched forwards, keeping his eyes on his wife as she slowly ascended up the ladder. The plan was for (Y/n) to climb onto the balcony, evacuate the fifth floor and Evan and Bobby would go in through the lobby and make sure everyone got out. While Chimney and Hen were working with the hose, Eddie was operating the winch and standing by in case he had to follow up the ladder too.

It was hard to see anything through the thick downpour. The rain was so heavy that (Y/n) couldn't see the ladder in front of her with the torrential downpour that made Eddie's helmet jutter on her head and drop the rain down onto the tip of her nose.

Her lips were drenched, her lashes were fighting off the rain and every inch of her skin was starting to shake from the low temperature.

"Bloody rain," She muttered to herself as she reached the end of the ladder and took a quick glance around.

(Y/n) tilted her head over the side of the ladder and let herself look over the edge.

She found Bobby rather easily despite being high up near the fifth floor and she smiled. He had been a father to her and Evan since they first joined the team. Bobby and Evan were hanging back, they were waiting to guide everybody out and they needed Hen and Chimney to put some of the fire out first before they went in. (Y/n) nodded when she saw Bobby give her a thumbs up, the silent go ahead sign she needed so she could proceed into the building.

But her body tremored and she slumped forward and hunkered down when a horrid noise tore through the sky. Her eyes lifted and her head snapped up towards the sky but all she could see was thousands of white droplets raining down from the heavens. The sky was a misty blue mixed with swirls of black like a canvas with only a few swirls of clouds to be seen through the rain.

"Was that lightning?" (Y/n) curled her fingers around her radio and leaned her head down.

If that was lightning they needed to be careful or pull back. The truck was a magnet for lightning and electricity, they had already been down to the beach yesterday when lightning struck the sand. They didn't need it getting closer to this scene and causing problems.

Eddie straightened up and tilted his head up towards the sky before he looked back at his wife.

The sky looked unforgiving, full of darkness without a single glimmer of light to guide them tonight. It made the building look like a beacon in the sheet of blackness, shining a vibrant burgendy with melted orange flames flickering at the sides. Leaking brown ash clouds up into the night sky.

"Baby, do you need a hand?" Eddie gripped his radio and raised a brow, keeping his eyes on his wife. It wasn't strictly professional but Eddie hardly ever used (Y/n)'s name anymore, even on shift he was so used to using nicknames. No one on the team minded, as long as they weren't handsy with each other, nicknames didn't cause a problem.

"I don't kn-"

Lightning broke through the clouds, a true act of God right before their eyes and Eddie swore he could see a hand throwing the lightning bolt down at them like an act of vengeance.

Eddie heard her scream. It was the howl of a banshee that tore through his heart and set off an explosion in his chest.

His eyes snapped closed and a mimicking sound left his own lips when sparks flew from the ladder and seemed to set the truck alight. He couldn't keep hold of the ladder and the force sent him backwards until he was falling through the air. All the air burst out of Eddie's lungs when his back hit the ground and the jolt it sent through his system made him shake on the floor.

Oh God, he had broken a rib, he could feel it.

His eyes couldn't focus when he managed to open them and his arm bound around his chest as he rolled onto his left side with a guttural groan. His knees felt weak and his back burned when he tried to sit himself up and take a look around.

"What the fuck was that?" Evan's voice tore through the air and he reached his hand down for Eddie's hand so he could hoist him up to his feet.

Eddie shook his head to rid the static from his ears and the pounding pain in his head. He grabbed the back of his neck and tilted his head round to click his neck into place, but once he lifted his head and looked up, his body went rigid. All the blood drained down to his feet. His arms dropped at his sides. His jaw went slack and his pupils took over his chocolate eyes that couldn't look anywhere else but up in the sky.

Eddie didn't realise he was screaming until his lungs started to burn for oxygen and he felt lightheaded.

His hand reached out and he gave Evan a shove towards the truck, pointing and gasping for him to grab the winch. His wife was hurt. Evan's little sister was in peril. The girl Bobby thought of as his daughter was hanging in mid-air, lifeless.

The buckle clip was the only thing stopping (Y/n) from plummeting through the air and crashing down on the concrete below. It suspended her in the air, four stories high above them like an omen of death. Her legs and arms dangled limp and lifeless at her sides and when Eddie looked close enough, he could see them swaying in the breeze. Her head was snapped back enough that it looked like her neck had been broken.

The helmet Eddie had plonked on her head less than five minutes ago was now laid on the floor, most definitely cracked and probably broken just like (Y/n)'s helmet had been this morning.

"Lower her down! Get her down to me she's not moving!" Eddie stumbled through the rain, crashing his boots down into puddles that splashed up as high as his shoulders. He barged past Bobby and waved his hand out at Evan who was already on top of the truck, screaming as he started to lower the winch. Eddie ran until his chest was heaving and he was stood directly beneath his wife's suspended form.

"Hen we need a gurney! Chimney back up the ambulance let's go." Bobby shouted out as he waved his hands for them to hurry. They were now in the golden time zone and if they didn't move fast enough, they could lose (Y/n).

"Faster!"

As soon as (Y/n) started to sway and jutter as the red rope lowered her down, Eddie pushed up on his toes and stretched his arms high up into the rain to reach for her. His hand pressed between her shoulder blades and his other hand cupped the back of her thigh as Hen pushed a gurney directly beneath her.

"Unhook her." Eddie took (Y/n)'s weight when Bobby unclipped the buckle and he laid (Y/n) down and slid his hands from beneath her.

He ripped off his gloves and scrunched his fingers around her florescent jacket. Without thinking twice, Eddie wrenched the jacket apart and tore the zipper that wet flying through the air. He threw the loose sides apart and moved his hands to (Y/n)'s shirt which he had no problem tearing away like it was a tissue he was discarding.

It left (Y/n) in her crimson red bra and exposed her chest and stomach that were soaked. Rain continued to patter down on her skin like fingertips drumming out a beat but her body didn't react at all. No shivers, no spasms, no goosebumps or hairs standing up on end. Nothing.

Eddie's upper lip curled when he noticed red, bubbling streaks slithering across her right arm, up her shoulder and down over her chest like a horrible rash spreading like wildfire.

But it was her stomach that made bile rise in the back of his throat.

Her scar.

The scar she got from Masie's C-section six months ago. She had only come back to work little over two weeks ago after having Masie. (Y/n) shouldn't be laid here like this. That scar was a reminder that she had people counting on her. They had two kids waiting at home for them. Eddie couldn't be the only one to walk back through that door, he had to get (Y/n) through this and get her home to their kids. She couldn't leave them, not now, not like this.

"Baby… oh God, mi amor." Eddie cupped her face in his hands and kept her head and neck straight. Her skin felt lifeless. There was no colour, no heat, not a single muscle moving or twitching beneath his touch. His right hand moved down and his fingers pressed against her neck deep enough to try and feel for a pulse.

When he felt nothing, Eddie shifted his hand lower and pressed his palm down hard on her sternum. Her chest wasn't moving.

"(Y/n)! (Y/n), fuck- tell me she's breathing."

Evan jumped behind Hen and Eddie and fell into Bobby who held him up before he collapsed down onto his sister on the stretcher. His hands fought to grab Bobby's shoulders, unsure whether he was actually trying to hold Bobby or move him out the way.

"She's not breathing… I can't find a pulse we need to move!"

Evan screamed and pushed forward against Bobby who held him back. Evan was too emotional, he could barely see due to the tears streaming down his face and he was shaking from shock. At least Eddie was somewhat composed and was ready and able to look after (Y/n).

Hen placed the medic pack down beside (Y/n)'s left thigh and opened it up but before she could even attempt to grab the defibrilator, Eddie reached out first. He slapped her hand away and gave the bag a rough shove until it almost toppled off the side of the gurney.

"You really wanna send more electricity through my wife? Look at her she's drenched! You're not frying her to a crisp."

(Y/n) was covered in rain from head to toe and their suits weren't water proof. Now Eddie had ripped apart her clothes, she was getting consumed with water. Lightning had already shocked her heart once but if they tried to do it again when she was wet, they would be executing her with no chance of revival.

Eddie wouldn't let her do that to his wife.

"This is Captain Nash, we have a firefighter down. Repeat, firefighter down who has been struck by lightning. Requesting medic team on standby at Mercy hospital, we are on our way."

"Get her in I have to start CPR or I'm gonna lose her." Eddie all but growled until people started to listen and they helped him wheel the gurney up into the ambulance Chimney had backed right over to them.

As soon as the gurney was inside, Eddie climbed up onto the metal frame and shed his jacket like a second skin. Evan jumped up in the back along with Hen and they both slumped down into the seats opposite Eddie and Bobby hopped in the front with Chimney. The other station could finish up here and get the building evacuated and the fire put out. They had to protect one of their own and rush her to the hospital before they lost her.

"You are not allowed to do this. You hear me? Don't go anywhere, mi amor."

Eddie locked his fingers together, straightened his elbows and pressed his fists against the middle of (Y/n)'s chest. He gulped and choked when he started to push down on her chest.

He'd never done anything like this on one of his own family before. He'd never given CPR to his wife.

Why did it have to be (Y/n)? Why didn't Eddie go up the ladder instead of her?

(Y/n) couldn't die.

She couldn't die here and now. Not when the whole team was here to bring her back and Eddie, Evan and Bobby would give their souls to the devil if it would bring (Y/n) back. She wasn't allowed to leave them, there was no way Evan or Eddie could cope in a life without (Y/n).

Eddie stopped his compressions when he reached thirty and slumped over the stretcher to reach into one of the drawers opposite. He didn't give Hen the chance to help and when she tried to talk, Eddie's firm expression told her not to even try. She watched Eddie place the air bag over (Y/n)'s mouth and nose and manually squeeze two breaths past her lips before he put the mask down and continued his compressions.

Evan lowered his eyes down to the gurney and reached out to curl both his trembling hands around his sister's limp hand. Her skin felt like rubber against his touch, taut and cold and lifeless and it made Evan choke. He pulled her hand to press his lips against the back of her knuckles and his blurry vision zoomed in on her eyes.

He couldn't look anywhere else.

Her shirt was ripped open, exposing her chest which wasn't a sight Evan wanted to see and he truly didn't want to watch his brother in law press down on his sister's chest so hard it looked like he was going to crack through her ribs. And Evan couldn't look at (Y/n)'s face. Not when she wasn't moving, breathing, twitching or even opening her eyes.

Tremors rattled through Eddie's chest as he tried to keep himself calm. He could feel the rain and sweat rolling down his skin, sinking beneath the collar of his shirt, beneath his arms and even through his trousers. His skin was flushed red and radiating heat despite the cold night air and goosebumps prickled over his arms as his numb fingers continued to press down into his wife's chest deep enough to feel her ribs creaking beneath his hands.

Hen silently leaned over and found some towels and flannels from a drawer. She started to wipe the cloths over (Y/n)'s chest in frantic motions to clear up as much of the water as possible. CPR wasn't going to be enough. Her heart had been shocked, she would need another shock to get it going again and soon.

She clipped a monitor onto (Y/n)'s finger and grabbed the white plastic sticker, planting it down firmly in the middle of (Y/n)'s chest before she patted Eddie's shoulder.

"Stand clear."

Spit rolled down the corner of Eddie's mouth and he heaved each breath until stars danced across his vision. He let go of (Y/n)'s chest and took a step back while Evan dropped her head and braced his hands on his knees. Evan pressed his back up against the wall and closed his eyes.

Both men winced and made gurgling, horrified sounds when the shock ignited through (Y/n)'s chest and arched her back up from the stretcher before she flopped back down; lifeless.

"Go again." Evan wiped his sleeve against his eyes before he slammed his hand down on the gurney. They had to do it again, she needed another shock. Her heart wasn't beating, the monitor was flatlining.

"No. Her heart won't stand much more. Starting compressions until we get to the hospital." Eddie braced one hand on the roof and the other on the stretched before he swung his leg over and climbed up. His knees clamped down into (Y/n)'s damp legs and he sank back onto her thighs, with a grimace. He wasn't used to doing this in such a panicked, horrid situation.

They couldn't risk shocking her heart more than necessary or else it would give out completely. She had already endured a violent shock that had likely affected her heart, lungs and probably her liver too. More shocks would only crucify her heart and ensure she was dead.

Eddie started compressions again, blinking away the tears that dripped down onto (Y/n)'s cheeks as he started to growl and gasp each time he pushed down.

He didn't feel the ambulance rolling to a stop until the back doors swung wide open and he tilted his head over his shoulder. Locking eyes with Bobby whose heart visibly dropped to his stomach when he saw that they hadn't managed to get her rhythm back again.

He and Chimney tried to be careful when they lowered the gurney down to the floor and Evan kept tight hold of (Y/n)'s hand, pulling her arm until it was pinned across his chest. He kissed the back of her hand repeatedly, freely crying as he and Hen followed them all inside.

As soon as they were inside the doors of the ambulance entrance to the hospital, Eddie held his hand out to get them to stop. He clenched his hands down on the gurney beside (Y/n)'s shoulders and climbed over the side to jump back down to his feet.

"Go again. Everybody stand clear."

On Eddie's word, Hen set the defibrilator up again and everyone held their breaths and watched the jolt rush through (Y/n)'s chest.

No one knew who made a sound when her heartbeat suddenly came back.

"I've got a pulse… but she's still not breathing. I need to intubate." Eddie pressed his palm against (Y/n)'s chest but she still wasn't breathing. Her heart wouldn't last long if she wasn't taking in any oxygen.

"We can-"

"Get the Hell off my wife! I'm intubating."

His arm flung out to the right and slapped into whichever nurse tried to pull him back. He wasn't having anyone else bustle in and waste more time. (Y/n) hated hospitals and she was his wife. Eddie was the one she trusted the most to look after her when she wasn't well so he was going to be the one to intubate her and get her breathing.

Everyone stood silent as Eddie rummaged in the medic bag Hen had left on the side of the gurney.

He cupped (Y/n)'s chin, brushing his thumb across her lower lip as he tilted her head back and wedged a tongue clamp into her mouth. He held his free hand out, keeping his eyes focused on (Y/n)'s parted lips and he clicked his fingers until someone placed an intubation tube between his fingers. The thin, clear tube slid easily down (Y/n)'s throat and as swift as the lightning that hit her, Eddie attached the air bag on the end.

He finally let a nurse get close enough to start squeezing the bag to give (Y/n) each breath until they could get her on a ventilator.

"What have we got?"

"(Y/n) Diaz, female, twenty-two, struck by lightning."

Eddie leaned to the right and suddenly took Bobby's wrist in his hand so he could check Bobby's watch. His eyes then raked down to his own watch, squinting to see through the broken glass of his watch.

"She's had no pulse for three minutes and seventeen seconds," Eddie could barely hear himself huff but those times rattled around in his head. His watch had broken when he fell off the truck and that had roughly been the exact time (Y/n) stopped breathing, give or take a few seconds. It was the closest estimate they had and it made Eddie want to be sick. He didn't want to know the exact amount of time his wife's heart had given out on him.

Eddie ran his fingers through his hair and tugged so harshly he winced and felt a few loose hairs become stuck between his fingers. What were they going to do? How were they going to take care of his wife? What did someone do for a lightning strike? Did people usually survive this kind of thing- had this ever happened before?

"She's allergic to naproxen." Bobby clamped his hands down on his hips as he watched them barely nod along with him.

"We'll take her from here," One of the nurses placed a hand on Eddie's shoulder, but she let him lean down and hastily kiss her temple.

"No, no please-"

"Buck come on, they'll look after her."

A wave of hurt washed over Evan's face and torrential tears flushed his face when Bobby held his biceps to pin him back. He didn't want them to take his sister away. If she lost her rhythm again and they didn't bring her back, that would be it. Evan wouldn't get a chance to talk to her or tell her how much he loved her. He wouldn't be able to say goodbye.

Bobby wrapped his arms around Evan and pulled him back, letting Evan press into his shoulder and start to gasp for breath. "Take care of her."

"We'll do our best."

"Do more!"

Eddie didn't want their best. He wanted everything possible and more to be done to look after his wife. He wanted to go with her and hold her hand and oversee what they were doing to make sure they did whatever they could. Eddie wanted to make a deal with the devil to save her if he could.

No one stopped Eddie when he turned around and pummelled his fists into the wall. He kept going until a dint started to form in the plaster and his knuckles split, spraying blood across the magnolia wall while a roaring scream erupted from his lips.

He couldn't lose her.

***

"Do you want to take a break, maybe go and get a drink?" Athena tentatively laid a hand down on Bobby's shoulder as she leaned against his chair. Her head tilted down so she could kiss the top of his head and her other hand moved to hold his other shoulder, but it was as if he didn't even register her touch.

He had been sat here all night, rosary beads clenched between his fingers and pressed against his lips. He was chanting something so quiet Athena couldn't be sure whether it was a prayer or a memory he was trying to retell to himself.

"No, thank you."

Bobby didn't bother to look up as he spoke, but he did finally open his eyes that instantly locked onto (Y/n).

"You need to rest. When was the last time you ate?"

"I don't remember." He wasn't sure what day it was. He didn't know if he had been sitting here all night, all day or for a whole week. All Bobby knew was that if he left and something happened, he would never forgive himself. This was his child laid here, someone he thought of as closely as his own kin and he couldn't go anywhere.

"Bobby…" That tone of voice made him sigh, but not in a horrid kind of way.

He leaned his head back into Athena's chest and dropped his hands down to his lap. He rolled the rosary along his leg but his eyes still wouldn't move away from (Y/n).

"She's my kid," He could feel his lower lip wobbling and his voice came out barely more than a quiet whisper. "She said that… that she thinks of me as her dad. She wants Masie to be my grandkid, how can I- how can I go when she might die?"

How could he leave her now?

(Y/n) told Bobby a few months ago that she thought of him as her dad, that she wished somehow, that it could be possible. He had always let Evan call him pops and more and more, Bobby acted like a father to the siblings whether they were on shift or not. They came over to his house, they went out for meals together and spoke through problems and dealt with their problems together.

When she and Eddie had Masie, (Y/n) asked Bobby to be her grandad because her parents weren't going to be involved. She thought of Bobby and Athena as her parents.

They couldn't go anywhere when she might die. If the worst was to happen, Bobby wanted to be right by (Y/n)'s side to comfort her and ease her through the transition. He wanted to hold her hand and kiss her goodbye and tell her he would keep her in his thoughts every single day. And that he would look after Evan and Eddie and Chris and Masie.

Bobby couldn't leave.

He didn't notice Athena move one hand from his shoulder to pinch the bridge of her nose. She didn't cry often. Her job hardened her exterior and made it hard to express much of anything, even joy. But all those years of experience did nothing to stop the tears from falling right now.

She had two children of her own, but when she married Bobby, she gained another two. Losing (Y/n) would feel the same as losing May and it would break Evan and Bobby completely.

"We're not leaving, okay? Do you think she would let you sit and wither away in this chair? She has some special visitors coming up so you can let me take you for some food, then we will come right back."

There was no use in arguing, Bobby knew this and he figured Eddie and Evan would want some time alone with (Y/n). They had been gracious enough to never comment on how long Bobby stayed for and they seemed grateful for his company. But he knew as much as they were thankful he stuck around, they both needed some time alone. She was Evan's little sister, he needed some time to talk to her and beg her to be okay. And she was Eddie's wife, that certainly qualified him some time to be alone with her and sit vigil by her bedside.

He figured the special visitor might be Maddie and Chimney.

Bobby pushed up from the chair and rested his hand over (Y/n)'s. He forced himself to smile as he leaned over her and kissed her temple, whispering a quiet 'I'll be back soon' before he followed Athena out.

They didn't walk far before Athena pressed her hand into Bobby's chest and stopped him just as a few people rounded the corner.

"Are you sure about this?" Athena looked across at Eddie when he rounded the corner with Chris in front of him and Masie in his arms.

His hand moved up to cradle the back of Masie's head and he pressed his lips to her temple, brushing his nose against the little wisps of hazel brown hair tufting along her head. Eddie hitched her higher against his chest, relishing in the weight she applied to his chest like a calming weighted blanket easing away his anxiety and preventing a panic attack.

But it was Chris his eyes kept going back to. The little boy was walking determinedly in front of him, keeping a slow pace in case they had to stop and wait for any nurses to walk past. Kids weren't allowed in the ICU, but that wasn't going to stop them. Chris wanted to see (Y/n) and Eddie couldn't persuade him otherwise, so he gave up.

"Yeah, we are. Could you watch Masie for a while… I don't wanna take her in with us,"

"Sure." Bobby wasn't sure whether it was the look Athena gave Eddie that made him ask or whether he truly didn't want to take Masie in with them. But Bobby answered immediately and he could feel his heart lifting in his chest when he looked at the six-month-old.

This was probably a diversion, a tactic to get Bobby to leave (Y/n)'s side and try to recooperate before he went back in. And he would accept this because he could do (Y/n) a favour and watch over Masie until she was better again.

"Go to grandad," Eddie cooed quietly against her temple as he eased her into Bobby's arms where she happily cuddled up and started to pull on his shirt.

He watched them disappear down the corridor before he opened the door and let Chris walk in ahead of him. He had prepared Chris for what he was going to see. (Y/n) wasn't going to be alert, responsive or able to communicate with him. She would effectively be asleep with monitoring stickers on her chest, a breathing tube down her throat and wires and tubes stuck beneath the covers into her body.

Eddie was surprised that Chris didn't seem affected when they walked in. He moved over to the chair Eddie knew Bobby had been in all night and sank himself down and let his crutches drop to the floor.

"Can mum hear me?"

Chris had taken to referring to (Y/n) as his mum since she had been in his life for the last four years. He couldn't remember much about Shannon, she hadn't been in his life since he was four and a half but (Y/n) had been there since he was five. She was all Chris knew and he loved her and thought of her as his real mum.

"I don't know, I hope so. The doctor said talking can help." A big part of Eddie hoped that (Y/n) could hear them, however deep her subconscious had been hidden away. He hoped she could hear them tell her how much they loved her and how badly they needed her back.

Eddie leaned against the window and folded his arms over his chest, staying in the background to give Chris some space.

"Mum, it's me. Uncle Buck said you'll wake up soon," He leaned forward, flopped his elbows onto the mattress and moved around until he could hold (Y/n)'s hand. "I want you to wake up soon… dad will look after you and make you better."

Eddie tilted his head back into the window and scrunched up his nose while he wiped his eyes. He didn't want to burst out crying and upset or worry Chris and make this harder for him. But Eddie didn't know if (Y/n) was going to wake up. He had no idea if she was ever coming off this ventilator, if he would hear her voice and kiss her lips and see her get out of that bed.

The unknown made Eddie afraid. He didn't do well being alone. He couldn't go back to being a single dad. He couldn't bring up two kids on his own. He hadn't been there for the first part of Chris's life and Eddie was doing his best to be more present in Chris's life and be there for all of Masie's. He wasn't bringing them both up without (Y/n).

"You'll be okay. I love you."

Eddie's shoulders quaked and he brought his hands up to smother his face, forcing himself not to breathe or make a single sound. He didn't want to gasp for breath or scream or cry out but he didn't know what to do with himself. He could feel a cry bubbling up and gurgling at the back of his throat.

Why hadn't it been him that went up the ladder?

***

"She's breathing fine without the ventilator now, all her vitals seem good. We just need to wait and see if she will come out of the coma okay."

How long would they have to wait? How long did they have before they knew if she was ever going to wake up? What would happen if she woke up and she couldn't speak or move or even remember any of them? What if she was changed, somehow, permanently, from this?

Eddie wouldn't be able to go through life if one of those things turned out to be true.

"Y-you're rather heavy baby… you know that?"

A quiet grumble left Eddie's lips and his eyes twitched behind his eyelids while he nuzzled his head further down and tried to keep his mind in a dreary state of sleep. But once those words- and that lullaby voice, registered in Eddie's ears, his eyes shot open and his head snapped up so fast he cracked his neck.

His hands planted down on either side of the bed and he bolted to sit up, swaying back and forth when the blood drained from his head and he couldn't see straight.

He was imagining things. He was hearing voices. He had to be. That was a voice Eddie told himself he was never going to hear again. A voice he saved for when he closed his eyes and cried until he finally blacked out, listening to that voice in his memories.

His heart started to pound against his ribs like it was trying to bruise his chest and he could barely see when tears flooded his face.

(Y/n) was awake.

She was trying to blink enough to clear her blurry vision and she hummed quietly to try and clear her throat that felt croaky and dry and hoarse and scratched. A tremble set in down her arm when she tried to curl and bend her fingers and her head hurt when she turned to see who was clenching her hand so tightly the blood couldn't reach her fingertips.

Bobby was holding her hand. Evan had his feet propped up against hers as he slouched down in the other chair. Eddie had been laid on the bed with her and had shuffled in his sleep until his head was on her chest and his arm had been draped around her waist.

"Oh my God."

Before she knew what was happening, (Y/n) gasped and closed her eyes when Eddie's hands moved to cup her face and his lips planted down on hers. Thousands of kisses fluttered against her lips as his thumbs rapidly brushed across her cheeks and his arms squeezed into her shoulders to pin her beneath him.

"You're awake, you're awake," Was the only thing Eddie could fathom to say on repeat, over and over against her lips he was going to bruise.

When (Y/n) managed to squeeze Bobby's hand, she felt him push Evan's legs off the bed to jolt him awake before all of them were leaning over her. Eddie pulled back enough for Bobby to lean down and kiss her temple and she felt Evan grab her hand and drag her arm up until the back of her hand was pressed up against his cheek. He kissed her wrist while Eddie leaned forward and pressed his temple down into her shoulder to try and stop himself from blacking out.

"Did I fall?" (Y/n)'s quiet, meek voice took them all by surprise and for a few seconds, none of them could find an answer.

Bobby perched down on the side of the bed while Evan scraped his chair along the floor until his knees were wedged under the bed frame and he could lean his head near her arm. And when Eddie pulled up to hover over her, despite the tears staining his face, he was smiling.

"No, sweetheart, you got struck by lightning." Bobby kept tight hold over her hand and smoothed his free hand up and down her arm, minding the rosary beads he still had curled around his fingers and tangled over his wrist.

It was almost endearing to see the look of wonder and surprise that pooled within (Y/n)'s eyes and how her lips parted in a round shape of shock.

"Where's Chris?" Her words took Eddie by surprise as she tilted her head forward to press her temple against his and nudge his nose.

"Maddie took him to school, mi amor. Why?"

"I thought I heard his voice…" (Y/n) trailed off and closed her eyes as a smile graced her lips. She pecked Eddie's lips and squeezed Evan and Bobby's hands. It was the strangest feeling, like she was waking up from a very lucid dream that was now fading right before her eyes. (Y/n) had heard so many voices while she had been asleep and some of them were ringing in the back of her head.

She guessed she hadn't really heard Chris after all, he must have been playing on her mind as she recovered and woke up.

But (Y/n) could of sworn she heard Chris.

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[coyfoxarts]

Sometimes self love is making designs for your OC for a show you haven't watched yet

[mrgladstonegander]

i dont think we get enough villain huey aus (IN THE SENSE THAT in the beginning of the show he was worried about everyone's safety (Neverest) and was scared of things not in the Woodchuck Guidebook (Terra-firmians)) like idkkkkk

[alloftheimaginesblog]

merry christmas {p.p}

plot: christmas is peter's least favourite time of the year

character: peter parker (tasm) x reader

warning: angst, sad, death

He could hear the stifled giggles coming from beside him as you crawled into bed beside him. He rolled over, reaching out to tug you close to him, "Merry Christmas, Pete," you whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of his head, "Santa's been!"

Had Peter had his eyes open they would've been rolling. Christmas was your favourite time of year. You'd decorated the small New York apartment to the high heavens to the point it was almost difficult to walk around without bumping into a five foot inflatable snowman or inflatable candy cane. You got so excited over Christmas, you'd never lost the childlike excitement of the day. Peter thought it was adorable. He didn't really like Christmas, not after losing his parents, but Uncle Ben and Aunt May always tried to make it happy and exciting for him. Some years were better than others but you made him love it, you made him excited for it. You made Christmas.

"Santa, huh?" He asked with a laugh, pulling you closer.

"Yes now let's go! we've got gifts to open!"

Peter let out a frustrated groan as he rolled over, hands rubbing tiredly at his face almost as though trying to rub the memories away. He hated Christmas. He hated it. His plans of sleeping the day away had been rudely interrupted by the memories and the pounding headache that the bottle of whiskey Aunt May had gifted him for his birthday had brought on. He'd tried to drown out the sadness, wash away the memories with Jack Daniels but if anything, it made them worse and the hangover left him vulnerable with his defences down.

He forced himself up and out of bed but this time there were no decorations around the apartment. Instead it was cold and dark and... lifeless.

"You didn't have to get me anything," he said, "I told you that my money's tight just now and I-"

"Pete," you said as you placed a kind hand on his, "It's okay, I promise... besides I didn't get you anything, it was all Santa."

He rolled his eyes, laughing at you, "Yeah, right."

He raised his head to look at his reflection. God, I look awful. Red eyes - red from crying so much, from the hangover or from the pitiful sleep? All three probably. His hair was unkempt and his face unshaven. He looked as bad as he felt. He didn't really give a crap though and instead left the bathroom to grab a hoodie. He pulled on his shoes and left the apartment.

Aunt May knew how hard a day it was for herself without her husband and she knew how hard it was for Peter without his parents, without his uncle and now without you. She'd been calling him all morning but to no avail. Aunt May knew where he would be; she always seemed to know. She knew that he would be trying to push her away, block everyone out and that way it doesn't hurt, right? Wrong. She picked up her umbrella and walked the short distance to the place she knew he visited when he was upset. It didn't take her long to walk, ten minutes and she was standing at the cemetery gates.

When she'd lost Ben, she had a routine like this too. First thing in the morning, she'd head to the cemetery and talk to him, cry to him, sob and wail and beg him to come back. It was torture and therapy all simultaneously.

She walked the familiar path to where she knew Peter would be and she found him, drenched and sobbing, in front of the grave with your name on it. Her heart broke for him. Mid twenties but in this state, knees pressed to his chest and sobbing his heart out, she saw that young boy who lost his parents far too early.

He looked up only when Aunt May shielded his body from the rain. She had to be strong for him today so she smiled, nodded and sat down on the gravel beside him. It was wet and cold but she had to be here for him. She had to do this for him; for you. "Hi, (y/n)," she said loudly over the sound of the rain. Peter began to cry harder, head on Aunt May's shoulder, sobbing into the crook of her neck like he used to do when he'd skin his knees after falling off his skateboard as a kid, "Merry Christmas. I know you always loved the holidays-" her voice cracked, "Ben did too. Always made such a fuss over them, didn't he honey?"

Peter half laughed, half sobbed, "Yeah," he whispered.

It took him a while to peel himself off of Aunt May. When he did, they were soaked to the bone and shivering. He wiped the tears away and cleared his throat, "Merry Christmas, (y/n)."

He looked to Aunt May who smiled back at him with watery eyes. Her expression said so many things to Peter that he understood immediately.

I love you.

I'm so sorry.

You'll be okay.

I miss them all too.

Aunt May squeezed his hand and together, they stood up and began to walk back home.

"(y/n), what the hell? This is so expensive, you shouldn't have!"

You were grinning at him, wide and happy, "But I wanted to see you smile, Pete! Can you blame me for wanting to see that goddamn pretty smile?!"

Peter laughed, "Oh but I thought Santa got me it, not you."

Your eyes widened, "Oh no, I've been found out!" The smile pulled up the corners of your lips as you leaned in to his ear, "I am Santa."

Peter's laughter grew louder and louder as he pulled you in close, "Yeah?" He asked, "Well, thank you, Santa." His lips pressed against yours, warm and soft. He pulled back too soon, pressing his forehead to yours, "Merry Christmas, (y/n)."

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Seoksoo - imperfect Part 1 - Chapter 6 - A Lot to Unpack

Synopsis: Lee Seokmin likes a lot of things: karaoke, stuffed animals, his friends, his family (when they're not at each other's throats), and when things go according to plan. It's perfect that way. That is...until Joshua Hong, the Education Department TA, stumbles into his view one day and suddenly Seokmin has to start facing the fact that maybe not everything in life will be perfect...but with Joshua, that might just be ok.

Tags: College!AU, ActingMajor!Seokmin, Teacher!Joshua, Romance, Angst, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Misunderstandings, Side GyuCheol, Side JunHao, Side Verkwan, Other Idol appearances, Anxiety/Panic Attacks, Domestic Violence (not between the main couple), Joshua is a dork 90% of the time, (More Tags will be Added as needed)

Length: approx. 6.1k words

Chapter 6 - A Lot to Unpack

Midterms are the worst. Whichever sick individual thought that it was a good idea to slam multiple tests worth a significant part of your overall grade right before the holidays, was a cruel human. Seokmin liked most people he spoke to, but he did not like this human, and based on the dead-eyes of his friends around the table, they didn’t either.

“I hate this.” Seungkwan groaned.

“Preach.” Mingyu typed away on his laptop. “How the hell am I supposed to write an entire data plan on a student I only have 3 lines of information on? In reality, I would have a whole full human to work with.” Mingyu groaned. 

“I have that one ready to submit,” Seungkwan said. “It’s the week-long lessons for Effective Lesson Planning that is going to make me pop a fucking blood vessel.” Mingyu nodded in agreement. 

“I haven’t even started that one. The last time I opened the document, I wanted to chew on glass.” Seokmin and Junhui chuckled from behind their own textbooks. 

“That doesn’t sound too bad,” Junhui commented, eyeing the two flustered men on the other end of the table. “Can’t they color or something?”

“Tch, no.” Seungkwan rolled his eyes. “As much as I would like to just write that. Each day has to have its own 4-page paper explaining each part and the lesson plan itself is at least 3 pages once you finish writing everything.”

“And you have to do that in each subject?” Seokmin asked.

“No!” Seungkwan only got more fired up. “I asked like 3 people who actually are teachers, and they tell me the plans they have to write are maybe a page at most.”

“Wow.”

“My cousin says she writes her plans on a fucking sticky note before class starts each morning.” Seokmin snorted at Mingyu’s comment, but he didn’t look amused.

“Why are you yelling?” A voice called from the other hall, and the group of boys looked up to see Seungcheol stagger into view. He had his video gaming headset on still, one tucked behind his ear so he could hear. Mingyu groaned, falling onto his back and glancing up as his boyfriend approached, bending at the hips to peer down at the larger college student. 

“I want to quit school, Cheolie...” Mingyu said.

“No.” Seungcheol didn’t seem phased, as it seemed like something Mingyu said often. “You’re almost done.”

“Yeah, with school. I’m dropping out to be a stripper.”

Seungcheol’s eyes widened, Seokmin immediately catching the intrigued glint in his eyes. “Oh?” Mingyu nodded, his grin widening as Seungcheol fell to a squatting position, his face still just hovering over Mingyu’s. “I thought I was the only one you moved your hips for, Gyu~.” His voice was low and husky, which earned a hum of intrigue from Mingyu.

“Well, only when you ask nicely, Hyungieeee….” His comment made Seungcheol cover his face, laughing into his hands at the nickname that has now most likely been reserved for behind closed doors. Seokmin caught a glimpse of rosy cheeks behind his hands, Mingyu’s laughter only continuing, ripping from the belly. He immediately sat upright once again, only to be pulled into a large back hug from Seungcheol. Like one of those little wooden shaped toys for children, Mingyu fit perfectly into his embrace as if he were always expected to be there, grinning as Seungcheol peppered his cheek with kisses. Seokmin couldn’t help but hide his little grin as he looked down at his papers once more. He just loved love, especially the love his best friend seemed to share. 

“Besides-.” Seungcheol added, nestling into the other’s neck. “If you want to put on a show, just-.”

“OH FUCKING GOD, EW!” Seungkwan gasped. “Could you please get a fucking room!?”

“This is my house!” Seungcheol snapped, glaring at Seungkwan. “I won’t let you come over here and watch Music Bank on the big TV anymore if you keep running your mouth!”

Seungkwan gasped. “You fucking wouldn’t.”

“I can and I fucking will!” By now, Mingyu, Junhui and Seokmin were in stitches, Seokmin clapping his hands and laughing as he leaned into a snickering Junhui. 

With the option of stripping shelved for later conversation, Mingyu tilted his head back to face an irritated Seungcheol. He used his hand to take the other's jaw, gently guiding his gaze back. “Then will you go take my midterms in my place? I promise I’ll cook dinner for a month.”

Seungcheol grinned, forgetting about his threat to Seungkwan when Mingyu was back in the forefront of his view.. “You trust me that much?”

“He never said that.” Junhui snickered when Seungcheol now shot him an annoyed glare. Seokmin smiled, watching as Seungcheol sat Mingyu back up and put a little kiss on his head, which left the big puppy dog of a man grinning in content.

“Hopefully that’ll be enough to get you through it. I didn’t drop out of college to take someone else’s exams.”

“Kaaay.” Mingyu called, still riding the little high that Seungcheol’s kiss left in its wake. He chuckled, ruffling the short, black hair on his boyfriend’s head. 

“Get back to it.” he encouraged, before heading back to continue gaming, leaving the rest of them with their studies. 

“You both are disgusting,” Seungkwan commented, and Seokmin snickered when Mingyu was shot a very well-known side eye from Seungkwan. The taller of the two only shrugged.

“I’ll make sure to say that when you and Chwe Hansol are all lovey-dovey in a few weeks.” 

Seungkwan’s carefully planned rebuttal? Shove the straw of the iced americano into his mouth and shut the fuck up, a move that leaves a triumphant grin on Mingyu’s face. He turned back to his open document on his computer, his smile finally fading as he continued to type.

Seokmin glanced between the trio around him, all of whom were in very committed relationships or slated to be before the end of the term if things went right. Mingyu and Seungcheol had been dating for about a year already, Seungkwan was pursuing things with Hansol, and Junhui was living a pretty domestic relationship with another Chinese transfer student, Minghao. While they never confirmed their relationship to others, Seokmin did notice Junhui stopped flirting or even entertaining the idea right after Minghao moved into his apartment as a roommate. That just left Seokmin, a seventh wheel on a very long bus, placed right in the middle of the other wheels because that meant he was able to keep them all balanced, keep one from falling off and sending the bus toppling down a cliff. He was good at that.

“Seokminnie won’t be too far behind, I’m sure.” The teasing tone in Junhui’s voice made his eyes dart to the smirking male beside him. “Double the couples in the honeymoon phase. Great.” Mingyu snorted, eyes still glued to his computer screen as his fingers typed away.

“What?” Seokmin asked, putting a hand on his cheek to make sure it wasn’t heating up – it was.

“You and Joshua Hong?” Junhui asked. “Have you spoken to him since the audition?”

“Once or twice, but he said he was busy with midterms. I haven’t heard from him in a few days.” Seokmin remembered the last text the duo shared; three days prior while Seokmin was sitting waiting for class to begin. It was a reassurance text about their lunch plans once midterms came to an end, a reminder to pick any place that Seokmin’s little heart desired. A white heart and a sticker wishing him luck in his studies was all Seokmin sent back, and by the time he felt like that wasn’t nearly enough of a proper response, a few hours had passed and Seokmin didn’t want to be a double texter. He was working very hard to avoid that.

“He’s been leaving class really early these past few weeks.” Seungkwan said, Mingyu nodding in agreement. “Like he doesn’t even stay behind to talk to kids anymore. He passes back papers, packs up, and books it out of the room before the professor even gets up from his seat.”

“He’s probably really busy. I couldn’t imagine being the TA of one of the hardest professors in the Education Department and working on your own senior classes. I envy the people who can do that.” The group nodded in agreement with Junhui’s comment, and the room finally fell back into silence, all of them back to studying their own respective midterm study guides or working on their mid-year projects. 

Distracted by the silence, Seokmin glanced at his phone, seeing no new messages staring back at him. A cheek rested in his hand, distracted fingers fiddling with the messages. He kept scrolling them down, hoping that another message would pop up in his inbox. No luck, instead just an old message thread. Two-day-old messages that reminded Seokmin he needed to start looking for restaurants because he would be damned if he went into making plans with someone without being prepared.

Seokmin didn’t hear from Joshua the entire week of midterms, but he was too busy focused on his own to care. He spent his weekend hunched over his desk, working tirelessly to make sure he was prepared. Finally, midterms came. As Seokmin headed to his first class of the week, he had gotten several texts from his mother and sister wishing him luck – plus another from his sister asking him to tell Mom to get off her back, but he didn’t read the entire message before heading into class. As he sat down, he reopened Joshua’s text messages, now four days old, and texted him one more time wishing him luck for the upcoming week.

He didn’t get an answer for another 5 days.

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         [Joshua] (now): How did the midterms go? Thank goodness they’re over!

         That was the first text in an entire school week, sent to his inbox Friday evening while Seokmin was on his way back home. He looked down at the message, before showing it to Seungkwan, who was resting on his shoulder and babbling about plans for the entire friend group to go out and celebrate over the weekend.

         “What are you going to say?” Seungkwan asked, eyeing up the older of the two. Seokmin shrugged.

         “No idea.” He admitted. He was stunned Joshua really did message him right after the midterms came to an end. He stared at the message before his fingers began to type.

         Were you really off your phone for an entire five… backspace? Do you actually care??? Delete! I’m glad to hear from you! I was scared you weren’t going to text me… Backspace.

         [Seokmin] (just now): They were fine. You?

         He set his phone on his lap screen down, looking out the window of the bus as the world before him passed by. “Are you still going to go out with him?”

         “I don’t know.” Seokmin hummed. “He might not still want to. He could have forgotten with how busy he’s been…”

         “It’s been like a week. He’d really have to try if he wanted to forget.” Seokmin nodded, though he wouldn’t be surprised if Joshua forgot. However, when his phone beeped again, he looked down and saw another message.

         [Joshua] (now): Exhausting, but good! I’m glad to be done.

         [Joshua] (now): Did you decide on a restaurant? I’m not scheduling anything this entire weekend until we make plans first!

         Seungkwan seemed to catch Seokmin’s growing smile, because he pushed himself closer to his friend and tried to peer down to his messages. “What has you all smiley, Hyung?” he asked in a sing-song voice. Seokmin held the phone close to his chest, all the confirmation Seungkwan needed. “Mmmmm, I see. You have a date, hm?”

         “It’s not a date.” Seokmin said. Seungkwan only laughed more.

         “Yeah…right.” He snickered. Seokmin looked back down at the phone messages.

         “I’ll ask someone who has dating experience if this is a date, thank you.” Seokmin smirked down at Seungkwan as his eyes went wide.

         “OW!” He gasped, hands over his heart in shock. “Jeez, Seokmin, you’re vicious!”

         Seokmin laughed, muttering a quick: “Kidding!” As Seungkwan nudged him. He looked back down at his phone, pulling up the messages to Joshua and planning for tomorrow evening. It took until the next bus stop, but Joshua responded with a thumbs up and Seokmin finally felt excited again.

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         “What do you mean ‘it’s not a date?!” Mingyu leaned forward in his chair, staring into the Facetime camera. Seokmin had propped him up on his end table with support of his lamp while he was busy looking through clothes in his closet.

         “That’s what I said!” Seungkwan said, cross-legged on Seokmin’s bed as he watched his friend. Seokmin turned to Facetime, seeing his best friend’s furrowed brow.

         “It’s just lunch. He never said it was a date.”

         “Well, yeah. But you’ve had plans to go out to lunch – which Hyung said could be expensive. Just the two of you, on a weekend.”

         “…Right.” Seokmin pulled out a black and white striped button up, motioning it to Seungkwan. He immediately shook his head, so it was shoved back into the closet.

         “…Cheol!” Mingyu called, head tilting from frame for a second. Seokmin looked back over at the camera as Mingyu pulled his boyfriend into frame. “Is Seokminnie going on a date?”

         “With Joshua!? Seokmin, that's great!” Seungcheol offered a wide grin. “I knew it would happen.”

         “It’s not a date.” Seokmin whined, and on the other end of the line the couple began laughing. “…Is it?”

         “It is.” Seungkwan nodded

         “How would you know?!” Seungcheol called, making Mingyu laugh more.

         “Why is everyone being so cruel to me today?” Seungkwan’s comment made Seokmin look over at him, mind flooding with the joke he made from the bus. Did he not take it as a joke? Seungkwan was grinning as he eyed the older males on the other side of the camera.

         “Alright, alright, go make out, you disgusting gremlins.” Seungkwan called, leaning forward. Mingyu and Seungcheol called out their goodbyes before the call was disconnected. Seungkwan sighed, setting the phone back down. “They’re so annoying.” He snorted.

         “I was kidding before when I said that.” Seokmin turned to his friend, who glanced up at him from the bed. “On the bus. About the dating experience.” Seungkwan chuckled.

         “I know.” He said. “It was pretty funny, too.” Seokmin sighed in relief. “Now, what else do you have for this date? We need to make you actually look good.” Seokmin’s lips dipped in a frown, but Seungkwan shrugged innocently. “It was a joke~.” He cooed.

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         Seokmin gave Joshua the name of the restaurant Friday night, a twenty-minute bus ride from his house. It was a nice lunch spot that Seokmin had been dying to go to since it opened the previous summer, rave reviews from friends on his socials only encouraging him more. He had no reason, until now. It wasn’t too expensive, despite Joshua’s requests, but it looked like a really good place. He checked the time. They had agreed to meet at noon, Seokmin arriving by 11:40 to make sure they could get a table as soon as possible and avoid a longer wait. He had spent the night before mentally planning his entire arrival. Get up at 6, shower by 7, eat breakfast and get dressed by 8, facial routine by 9, pre-screen the menu and decide he wants a buffalo chicken wrap and fries by 9:30, mental breakdown at 10 with support of Seungkwan in the form of a water, and at the bus stop by 11 to make it to the restaurant by 11:30 and get a table secured by noon. Foolproof. 

Seokmin didn’t feel his nerves come down from the panic attack until the kind woman at the front of the restaurant told him it would be another 10 minutes until a table opened, so he waited outside on a bench, scanning for Joshua’s arrival. He was early, but he couldn’t help but feel anxious as the minutes ticked that Joshua would be late again. Three strikes and you’re out, right? Isn’t that the term in baseball? He looked down at his watch. 11:50. Still no table, still no Joshua. He looked back at the restaurant as a few groups of people shuffled out, chatting about how full they were or how delicious their meal was. Seokmin looked back at his lap, lips pursed together until his name was called, lifting his head up.

         “Seokmin!” Joshua came hurrying down the street, grinning as Seokmin entered his line of sight. He waved, his running slowing to a jog as he got closer to the bench. Seokmin felt his nerves dissolve into nothing as Joshua got closer, holding back the full extent of his grin as he sat up a little straighter. Joshua, pace slowing to a stop, immediately checked his watch. “11:53. Perfect. I was aiming for 11:55.” He grinned. Seokmin stood up and slipped his phone into his back pocket. “Did you wait long?”

         “No. I got here ten minutes ago and put our name in. It shouldn’t be much longer; do you want to wait inside?” Joshua nodded, and the duo made their way inside. Seokmin dragged behind just a second so he could admire Joshua’s outfit. Both of them seemed to acknowledge the windy spring day upon them, the option for wearing long-sleeves shirts. Joshua’s was a neutral cream while Seokmin sported a light pink sweater. Both opted for jeans and sneakers. Joshua’s hair was still as wavy and beautiful as ever, the caramel locks lightening a bit in the sunlight. Seokmin wondered why Joshua wasn’t a model. He watched Joshua pull open the door, stepping aside and motioning for Seokmin to head in first.

         Seokmin couldn’t help but chuckle. “Very gentlemanly.” He commented. Joshua shrugged.

         “My mom taught me it’s polite.”

         “The same mom with the ‘housewarming gift rule?”

         Joshua slipped in behind him, letting the door close behind them as he grinned. “The very same.”

         “She’s smart.” Seokmin nodded. As the duo headed inside, the wait had significantly decreased, and it wasn’t long before they were seated. “Did she also say you should pull out someone’s seat?”

         Joshua snorted. “Alright, you’re pushing it.” he earned a laugh from Seokmin. However, Joshua immediately stopped in front of Seokmin, pulling out the chair he was going to sit on. “But yes.”

         Seokmin settled into the seat and watched Joshua do the same across from him. He smiled, arms crossed over his chest. “I’m glad to see you looking happy,” Joshua said. Seokmin’s lips dipped just a bit. “The last time I saw you in person, you weren’t. That, and not really talking during midterms, I was worried it would be awkward today. For a few minutes, I wondered if you would even show up at all. Not that I don’t deserve that.”

         Seokmin had to admit he worried about the same thing, hence that breakdown in his living room at 10 o’clock….

----two hours prior----

“I can’t do this. I can’t do this! I cannot do this, Seungkwan!” Seokmin screamed into balled up fists. “I’m going to make a fool of myself, I know it!”

 “Seokminnie…” Seungkwan hummed, leaning over the back of the couch with a cool water in hand. He had been at this for the past 20 minutes, a complete break down after looking himself over in the mirror and hoping he looked good enough. “Here. Drink something and calm down.”

“What if he doesn’t show? What if he doesn’t show up again and I look like an idiot waiting for a table for two?”

“Then I’ll meet you for lunch instead.” Seungkwan smiled. Seokmin hiccupped, a string of whimpers trying to disguise themselves as breaths trickling from his lips. “Now, please drink something. You’ll make yourself sick.” Finally, if only because he knew his friend wouldn’t stop pestering him, Seokmin pulled his hands from his eyes, soaked with tears that pooled there. Seungkwan pushed the water closer to him and he finally took it into his hands, uncapping it and swallowing it all in one gulp to the point where he coughed after pulling it from his lips. “There.” He chuckled. “Better?” Seokmin nodded, setting the empty bottle on the floor. After a second to catch his breath, he numbly rolled onto his side and picked the bottle up, Seungkwan extending his hand. “I’ll throw it out.” His voice was gentle as he took the plastic. “Do you want to go?” Seungkwan was mostly a sarcastic kid, but he was gentle and caring when it counted, and now is a time that it really counted. 

“Yes.” Seokmin choked.

“Then go. Three strikes and you’re out, right? If something happens then that’s it. Drop him. And I’ll make sure to give him lots of dirty looks the rest of the term.” Seokmin coughed out a little laugh, but it didn’t stop him from gasping out shallow breaths, the pain in his chest making his eyes continue to pool with tears. “Seokminnie.” Seungkwan’s hand dropped down and rubbed Seokmin’s arm, but he immediately retracted from the touch, and Seungkwan knew not to press further. The duo stood in silence for a few more minutes, the sounds of Seokmin’s ragged breathing being the only thing to overpower the sound of the clock.

“What time is it?” Seokmin choked out, coughing into his fist. 

Seungkwan eyes the clock on the entertainment system. “It’s 10:30…” he said softly, and Seokmin only let out another pained groan.

         When the clock struck 10:35, Seokmin sat straight up, so robotically that it scared Seungkwan back. His eyes had stopped leaking, and he licked his dry lips. Getting off the couch, he hurried into the bathroom to redo his face and cover up any red blotches. Seungkwan followed him in, asking if he was okay now, but not getting a response. Seokmin simply fixed himself up and grabbed his belongings. He needed to catch the bus. He couldn’t make Joshua wait.  

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         “It’s all water under the bridge,” Seokmin said simply. He thought back to the pain in his chest two hours before, the tight way he gripped the hairs in his scalp and the red blotch marks under his eyes from tears that pooled in them and wouldn’t stop no matter how hard he tried. He hoped he had on enough foundation to mask that. “No big deal.” As he scanned the options, he could feel Joshua staring at him for a minute longer. His stare, gentle yet curious, sent shivers down Seokmin’s spine. “Hm? What are you staring at?”

         Joshua shrugged, his smile not fading. “Nothing.” His gentleness made Seokmin nod his head. “What are you in the mood for?” Joshua picked up his own menu and flipped it open as he asked, humming. “I’m craving a hamburger or something.” Seokmin looked down at the section for burgers when Joshua mentioned them, wondering if Joshua also pre-screened the menu before arriving. “So.” Joshua piped up again. “Your midterms went well?”

         “Yeah,” Seokmin said. “I think I did pretty good.”

         “That’s good.” Joshua smiled. “I think so, too. Can’t believe I’m almost done.”

         “What do you want to teach?” That was a good conversation. 

         “English.” He said simply. “I only need my bachelor’s degree from this year, and a few more certifications to be qualified.” Seokmin nodded. “What about you? I know you’re focused on acting. Movies? TV? Or are you just sticking to musical theatre stuff?”

         “I….” Seokmin pursed his lips. “I don’t know yet.” He frowned. “I’ve only ever done theatre. But a few of my friends over the years have asked me to help with their movies for projects, and that was fun too.” Joshua nodded, shrugging.

         “You’ll figure it out.” Before Seokmin could reply, the waiter came and took their drink orders. When he walked away, Joshua leaned back in his seat, playing with the sleeves of his sweater. He glanced up at Seokmin, his nose scrunched up a bit in amusement. Seokmin thought it was cute. “You doing anything fun for the long weekend?”

         “Seungkwan wanted to have some sort of celebration for midterms being over, but he hasn’t mentioned anything about it since.” Seokmin shrugged. “I was going to head home and see my family, but I don’t know if it’ll be worth the money and travel for less than three days. Especially with Christmas break coming up.” Joshua nodded. “What about you?”

         “I’m going to try and get a head start on some of the latter half of the professor’s work probably. He asked me to lead a few discussions so I have to start preparing everything I would need for that.” Seokmin imagined what Joshua would look like teaching in that large lecture hall, leading a discussion about education practices. He imagined Joshua’s button-up sleeves rolled to the elbows, eyes focused on each and every student as they added to the discussion. Even in the large lecture hall, Seokmin knew Joshua would be the type of person to look them right in the eye, much as he was doing now.

         “You’ll be a good teacher…” Seokmin said, looking down at his hands on the table. When he glanced back up at Joshua, he saw a hint of pink on the other’s cheeks, his nose scrunching up more as flattery took over his expression. “I can feel it.”

         “Thank you,” Joshua said sheepishly. “I’ll do my best.” Seokmin nodded, glancing up at the waiter who returned with their drinks. “Are you ready to order?” Seokmin glanced back down at the menu, nodding his head as Joshua wasted no time to put his own order in, Seokmin not far behind. With more time until their food arrived, the duo continued to fall into casual conversation.

         While Joshua was sharing a story about his midterm studying experience, where he forgot to do laundry for the entire week much to the dismay of his roommate, Seokmin listened. Well, he tried too. No matter how hard he tried, his brain kept reminding him of one thing.

         He was late twice. Sure, he’s here now. But it could happen again.

         It will happen again. It will happen until he stops coming altogether.

         Seokmin pulled his lips into a tight line as if to hold his thoughts back. Joshua was seemingly oblivious to his plight thank God. Seokmin had no idea how he’d navigate the storm of assuring Joshua he was no longer upset when in fact he was.

         You’re allowed to be upset with people, Seokmin. Especially when they hurt your feelings.

         “Mmm.” Seokmin blinked, locking eyes with a confused Joshua. He was still smiling. “Oh. Sorry…” he said. “Go on.”

         “I’m done.” Joshua chuckled. Seokmin nodded, chuckling shyly. Maybe he should start carving into that hole in his brain beforehand, get the headache out of the way early. “What about you?” When Joshua saw Seokmin’s expression contort in confusion, he clarified. “You just listened to me ramble about education and teaching stuff. Tell me about your acting.”

         “Like what?”

         A shrug. “Callbacks. When do you hear from them?”

         Seokmin had to admit, he didn’t even think about the callbacks ever since he left what he considered one of his worst auditions ever. “They usually come out after midterms end. That way we have the rest of this semester and the entire spring semester to practice and put it together.”

         “So soon?” Seokmin nodded. “Then you’ll hear some good news.”

         “I doubt it. I really don’t think it was my best work.”

         “You never know until it happens.” Joshua leaned back in his seat. “Besides, you’ll have to get a callback. I want to be there and hear you sing.”

         Seokmin felt his chest explode, but he couldn’t tell if Joshua’s comment made him feel flattery or fear. He’ll keep being late until he stops showing up altogether. Being five minutes early this time was a coincidence. It won’t happen again.

         Desperate to change the subject, and wondering if the waiter had caught his plea, the food arrived, and Seokmin watched eager eyes widen across from him. “Awesome.” Joshua grinned.

         “Enjoy your meal.” Seokmin eyed the waiter as he smiled, to which Seokmin politely returned.

         “You too.” The seconds the word hit his own ears, he chewed his lip. “Mhm…thank you.” The waiter grinned, amused at the comment he must hear hundreds of times a day. With a polite nod, he headed to a table on the other side of the room to assist with their order. Seokmin covered his face. “Why me?”

         Joshua immediately snorted into his hands, tilting his head back in amusement as he laughed. “Oh, noooo. The classic ‘you too’.” He snickered. He watched Seokmin try to disappear into his chair, hands buried into his face. It only made Joshua laugh harder. “Awww, don’t be embarrassed.”

         “I’m such a dork.”

         “No, it was so cute.” Joshua leaned forward. He reached his hand out, gently brushing his fingers against Seokmin’s wrist, guiding his hands back down onto the table. Seokmin looked down at his hands, seeing his wrist held gently in Joshua’s grip. Seokmin glanced up, lips pursed together in a little pout. “It was so cute. I do that all the time.”

         Seokmin looked down at his wrist in Joshua’s hand, a feeling he never wanted to forget. He licked his lips, which felt dry for a moment. Joshua’s other hand stuck a fry in his mouth, his smile of amusement still on his face. Joshua’s gentle reassurance calmed Seokmin’s mind just a bit, but maybe too much.

         “Why have you been late for our plans the past few times?” Joshua’s smile dropped, the fry dangling from his lips. There was no going back now, Seokmin knowing he’d regret asking later. “I’m sorry,” Seokmin said quickly, pulling his hand back. Joshua’s hand stayed in its spot on the table, palm facing up as if it was waiting for Seokmin’s wrist to come back into his grip. “I didn’t-.”

         “Seokmin, I’m sorry….” He said softly. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

         “No, it’s okay.”

         “No, it’s really not,” Joshua said. “Not if you’re still upset.” Seokmin leaned back in his seat, biting his lip as Joshua took a deep breath. “Midterms took a lot of my time, and I-.”

         “I know. You don’t have to explain anything to me.” Joshua didn’t seem convinced, in fact, he seemed even annoyed that Seokmin kept pushing him. His eyes narrowed a bit, crossing his arms. “Sorry…” Seokmin whispered. “It slipped out, I didn’t want to make it a thing….”

         “Seokmin, I made two promises and came late to both. That’s shitty to do and I’m sorry. You can be mad at me, it’s fine.”

         “I-I’m not…” Seokmin could feel his heart continuing to beat in his chest, his throat threatening to close. Joshua’s words sounded reassuring, but his tone was laced with annoyance and regret. How could Seokmin let himself slip like that? Now he’s completely ruined the lunch. He’s completely ruined the date. 

         “Seokmin…” Joshua’s voice was gentle again, and he looked across the table. “I will work to fix my time management. Not just with you, I could stand to do it for a lot of things...I promise.” Seokmin blinked, head tilting to the side and exhaling a deep sigh.

         “Okay…” he said softly. Joshua smiled once again. With the situation seemingly handled for now, both of them finally began to eat. Seokmin was taking a bite of his meal, glancing up at Joshua. He was sipping his drink, eyes staring out the window at the world passing outside.

“I’ll be right back.” He said, sliding out from his chair and heading towards the bathrooms located in the back of the room. Seokmin watched until he disappeared behind the bathroom door. Alone, Seokmin painted Joshua’s face in his mind, needing to study it without interruption. He noticed the bags he remembered from the first time Joshua came to his house were still there, still caked under the foundation. His eyes, now that they weren’t focused on Seokmin, looked almost glazed over in exhaustion. Apologizing and claiming accountability seemed to take a lot more out of him, a sight that made Seokmin only feel more guilty for his comments. Joshua had his reasons, he shouldn’t have made such an outburst, especially in public. He did the one thing he never wanted to do; cause problems for others without fair warning. He felt absolutely disgusting.

Seokmin pulled out his phone, seeing a text from Mingyu; a thumbs up and a heart sticker as his way of wishing Seokmin luck today.

[Seokmin] (now): What do I do? I asked him about being late and now I think he’s upset with me. I feel awful. I wanted to leave but I couldn’t do that. Could I? No, I don’t want to. I can’t believe I asked, it’s no big deal, I’m not upset with him.

Seokmin watched the wall of text grow and grow as his fingers flew frantically along the letters. Finally, with a ragged sigh, he deleted the entire thing, simply sending Mingyu a smiley face sticker in response and setting his phone back down. He covered his mouth with his hands, watching the bathroom door silently until Joshua returned. He was smiling once again, hands in his pockets as he returned to the table.

         “Are you okay?” Seokmin asked softly as Joshua sat back down beside him. “You look tired.”

         Joshua nodded his head. “Yeah, of course!” Seokmin immediately clocked the forced tone in his voice, mostly from personal experience. He put another bite of his fries in his mouth as Joshua leaned forward. “Hey, do you want to come to my place after this?”

         Seokmin almost choked on his food, turning his head and coughing. When he glanced back, Joshua was offering another small smile at him. “Sorry, what?”

         “Do you want to come to my place?” He asked again, seemingly unbothered in the request. “I just bought a few new beads and boxes and I’ve been itching to break them open and make a bracelet or something.” Seokmin watched him. “I remember you said you wanted to learn.”

         “Oh uhm….” Seokmin swallowed, putting his water to his lips and taking a long sip in hopes he would come up with the right answer this time. When he set his cup down, Seokmin saw Joshua waiting for an answer. “You don’t mind?”

         “Would I invite you if I did?” He cocked his head to the side. He had a point.

         “Uhm…okay.” He smiled. Joshua nodded, grinning in what Seokmin could only hope was excitement.

         “Awesome.”

         Seokmin couldn’t stop staring at Joshua’s eyes for the rest of the meal. Between finishing up their meals and Joshua signing the receipt and sticking his wallet back into his pocket, Seokmin wondered if the bags under his eyes felt as heavy as they looked. But he always spewed too much nonsense for one day, and kept his mouth shut for both of their sakes.

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         “You live here?” Seokmin’s neck craned up at the stunning set of apartments looming over them. Located only a five-minute walk from the restaurant, the building stood tall and proud over the rest of the area. Seokmin’s eyes darted down another street, one that led to his house. He wondered if he could see the apartments from his own with how tall they were. He had never actively tried to look for them, but he would now. Joshua chuckled a bit.

         “According to my key, I do.” He winked, pulling the little silver piece of metal from his back pocket, dangling it between the duo. Seokmin glanced back up at it as Joshua headed towards the front entrance. “Come on, then.” He motioned to Seokmin. “I live on the sixth floor, so we can take the elevator.”

         Without question, Seokmin followed behind him, hands in the pockets of his jeans as they headed in. The apartments were definitely expensive, and Seokmin immediately caught this by the large main area that welcomed him, giving him the feeling of a hotel. It smelt like strawberry, and Seokmin suddenly craved one. Joshua motioned towards the elevator, leading Seokmin past the P.O. Boxes lining one of the walls. He waved to the few people making their way through the halls, all of them knowing him by name and Joshua seeming to know them in the same way. A few polite nods of his head got Seokmin to the elevator, and they both stepped inside.

         The trip up was quiet, Seokmin’s eyes glued to the number as it ticked up. 2…3…4… Seokmin felt his heart tighten at the idea that on date one – pull yourself together! – Seokmin was going to his apartment. What would people at school think of him if they found out? He didn’t have time to weigh the options, as the elevator door rang and Joshua stepped out. “This way.” He turned to Seokmin, motioning down the hall. He hooked a left at the end, and pulled his key out. “I know I already told you I’m an amazing actor, but I’m an even better jewelry making.”

         Seokmin’s lips perked up at the comment. “Yeah? I don’t think I’ll be that good.”

         “It’s not as hard as you think.” He confessed, turning to Seokmin. “Besides, it’s mostly to relax. At least for me.” When he got to his door, he stuck the key in and clicked it, flinging it open. As Joshua stepped in, motioning Seokmin to follow, Seokmin swallowed a big lump in his throat and followed. He had already texted Seungkwan and Mingyu that he was going to Joshua’s apartment after lunch, and he could already feel the vibrating frenzy happening in his back pocket with what he could only assume was their lewd forms of encouragement. As he stepped into the main room of the apartment, Joshua closed the door behind them.

         “Wow.” Seokmin admired the layout before him, an arch to his left leading into what he could only assume was the kitchen, and a small step leading to an L-Shaped couch and large TV hanging on the wall. He could immediately see college parties being held here. “This is really nice.”

         “Thanks.” Joshua said. “At first, I thought it was too big, but I kind of like the space. We have a nice balcony and everything.” When he saw Seokmin’s eyes dart left to right, he smiled. “Want to see it?”

         “Oh, okay.” Seokmin nodded, and Joshua led him deeper into the apartment. As he took a few steps, just about to step into the little dip that was the living room, his footsteps stopped. At the edge of the couch was a man, someone Seokmin had never seen before. His eyes immediately widened at the stunning vision before him. A slender man with flowing black hair that reached his shoulders, and a beautifully delicate face. He was sitting on the couch in nothing but a pair of long pajama pants and a robe that was untied just enough to expose his collarbones and chest. Seokmin had to glance away, so he looked at Joshua to gauge his expression. That didn’t help.

         Joshua’s cheeks were red, annoyance buried in his brows as he put his hands on his hips. The male on the couch glanced over, grinning. “Hey.” He said. “You’re back, Joshuji!”

         “Jeonghan…what the fuck are you doing here?”        

The second those words filled the living room, Seokmin’s feet felt as if they were glued to the floor, and he so desperately wished he was closer to the balcony.

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[undiscovered-horizon]

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[Astarion fixes your torn shirt because he'd hate to go in public next to a fashion catastrophe... Or so he tells himself.]

You're not entirely sure what you're doing. Granted, the technicalities are known to you but it's the details, the swiftness of motion, that escapes you.

Stab, thread, stab, pull

What should be a basic, not complicated life skill, turns into fighting against the inanimate in your hands. The stitching is uneven and doesn't match the original pattern. Neither does the colour of the thread you're using but that is the last of your worries. As long as the hole in your shirt is gone and the garment is wearable again, you're fine with the outcome. Even if it looks... not exactly presentable.

Astarion, however, has a quite different opinion:

"By the Hells, what is that?" he asks with a gasp, a hand flying to cover his mouth. The look of horror on his face would be comical if it wasn't so genuine.

He's standing above you as you sit in front of the campfire in hopes of the light aiding you in your battle against cotton. But no amount of light can cure your inexperienced hands. "Um... my shirt?" you answer hesitantly. What is he going on about?

From a look of shock, his face contorted into a grimace of disgust. Red eyes look between you and the cotton garment lying in your lap. Thankfully, he's able to control his expression as his thoughts begin to wander, picturing himself on top of your thighs instead of the torn shirt. Still appearing unbothered, Astarion manages to shake those fantasies away.

"With that horrendous stitching, it's more of a crime, darling," he continues. Despite his words serving as more of a facade for his vulnerable desires, there's a lot of truth in them: both the colour and the stitching pattern you've chosen are vastly different from the original seams. At least it keeps the material together?

Astarion's strong opinions are the last thing you need right now. You're tired, sore and frustrated to no end. And the whole shirt fiasco is definitely not helping as well as the numerous painful pricks to your fingers. It's hard to keep steady, careful hands when you're exhausted physically and mentally.

"This horrendous stitching, as you called it," you say with a despondent sigh, "is better than having a gaping hole in my clothes. Look, if you're not going to help, just-"

"Help?" he interjects. "My dear, you need a miracle to salvage this." Astarion graces you with a smug chuckle. "Fortunately, I am nothing if not a virtuoso with my hands," he drones his words. The allusion is not lost on you but you're really not in the mood to humour his antics. "Give it to me."

"Suit yourself," you mumble as you hand him the shirt.

"Oh, I will."

And with those words, he leaves for his tent. Still sitting by the fire, you carefully watch Astarion from afar. His thin hands wave the needle with impressive grace and precision. It doesn't seem that he's stitching the garment to just be done with it. The movements of his hands have a certain sense of caring to them.

If you were a little less tired and emotionally spent, you'd probably question his motives - after all, why would he strangely selflessly fix the shirt you wear mostly around camp? Little do you know, Astarion himself is having these very doubts. Maybe one day he'll accept that his concern for your fashion is just a convenient excuse to worm his way into every aspect of your person and life.

[dirtywrestling]

Female reader going without a bra in house wearing Orange Cassidy's jacket just to tease him.

Pairing: Orange Cassidy x Female!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Blog, Teasing, Cursing.

Commissions: Closed

Imagines: Open

"What are you doing?"

Spinning around with your coffee in hand you smiled at your boyfriend. "Having coffee?" You answered in a confused questionable voice.

"No, I mean what are you doing?" His blue eyes looked you over. You were in nothing but a lacy thong and his denim jacket, covering your bare breasts.

You couldn't help but to giggle as Cassidy stared at you. "Take a picture, it'll last longer Cas." You placed your mug down on the counter.

"Oh, I'll do more than take a picture." He stepped towards you. "I'll take a damn video if I please." He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him. "Look so sexy in my clothes." He pressed his lips against your mouth, kissing you. A soft moan left your lips as you tussled your fingers through his blonde hair.

[bluesidedown]

uncovering new insecurities I wasn't even aware i had! super fun!

[charlott2n]

oke imagni e apple tbu thr'es a wrom insdne drvng it leik so it beocmes car

i cant believe this