#my eyes are starting to puff up 🥲

[snallavanta]

a man called ove is beautiful yet absolutely devastating and i enjoyed every minute of it. i don't know how the american version would top this because this is literally 5 stars. i only have minor criticism (so many of my favourite lines from the book was not included!!!!) but totally get it because of it's limited run time.

if you liked the book, it's a must to watch this. and if you want something comedic with a touch of depression, this is also great (although they do leave out quite a bit of context which is such a bummer).

wow. best book i've read this year and this is also quite possibly one of the best films i've watched this year

[devil-in-hiding]

hello it’s me again!! (I was the anon who sent in the possessive gaz and cock warming loser Simon 😊 i also did the feral reader ones + one with gaz as a dad but I’m not sure if you got those 🥲) anyway I loved what everyone was doing with ghost and price and wanted to write a little for them bc they’re such an interesting dynamic 💞

I can’t remember who wrote this but someone wrote about how ghost would have issues trusting himself in intimate settings to not lose control. He’s afraid of hurting you, mentally or physically, and thus goes to the one person he trusts to guide him and keep him in line when you ask him to be rougher with you.

So while ghost is hunched over you on the bed, his hands almost nervously bunched into the sheets, both of your eyes rest on the man who sits in a chair against the wall while puffing a cigar. Price raises an eyebrow as Simon makes eye contact with him and grins cheekily as he says, “You need my help with takin’ her clothes off too?”

Simon rolls his eyes, but the grip he has on the sheets loosens slightly. As you both sloppily kiss while Simon undresses you, you occasionally hear the puff of the cigar smoke and can sense price’s heavy gaze as he watches. When Simon starts fucking you it’s still with the restraint he normally shows, but it slowly picks up into him nearly slamming into you. His head drops forward and he pants as he grabs part of the headboard, the wood creaking under his heavy hand.

Suddenly, Simon’s head jerks back and you realize Price has a hand lightly twisted in his hair as he pulls his face back so they can make eye contact.

“Easy now,” Price says, calm as ever, even with heat in his eyes as Simon stares hazily at him. “Don’t break her. Make sure you keep our girl satisfied.”

Anyway that’s all I could scramble together in my head in a few minutes (and I wish I could remember the post that inspired this 🥲) so I hope you like it 😌💞 hope ur having a good day!!

YOU HAVE A BEAUTIFUL BRAIN THE FERAL READER IS IN MY DRAFTS BOTH PARTS BECAUSE THE THOUGHT OF BEING JOHNS CRAZY LITTLE NYMPHO WIFE?!! (that’s just me irl)

but omg i don’t remember dad!gaz..

oh my gosh you have sent in such yummy asks and i’m so !!!!! because i KNOW what post you’re talking about, i just scrolled past it the other night and i am NDIDKEKWKSKFJKFRKFJBF

[dottiechan]

TWC Secret Santa @wayhavensecretsanta ❄ - Happy holidays, @ejunkiet!

It was an absolute pleasure to create for you, I love Lizzie and Ava so much!!! 🩵 I couldn't decide whether to draw or write, so enjoy a bit of both. (BTW I seriously recommend @ejunkiet's fics of their detective OC Lizzie Quail, they're so good.) Happy holidays again! xx P.s. If you saw me accidentally post a draft of my gift to you a few days before... Shhh no you didn't. 🥲

Summary: After Unit Bravo's holiday dinner with Detective Lizzie Quail, Felix realises all the photos he took with his polaroid camera are botched.

Wordcount: 835

Warnings: smoking, Fuzzy Holidays Feels™

Too blurry. Too crowded. Mason is holding up his middle finger. Not focused on the subject. Ava appears to be sneering?

The polaroids scatter on the floor as they’re being dropped, Felix’s frustration seemingly travelling through his fingertips and into the botched pictures as they skitter across the parquet. He had such high hopes for this holiday dinner they’ve panned - he even volunteered, much to Nat’s suspicion, to help decorate the warehouse to prepare the background for his perfect winter photos. There doesn’t seem to be a single wall or piece of furniture without strings of fairy lights or garlands hanging off them - and yet somehow, he managed to mess up all the pictures he took.

“I should have just used my phone, not this stupid polaroid Nat gave me,” he grumbles, as he sinks to the floor dramatically from the sofa. He turns his head to the left, expecting a response from Mason, but aside from the shrug of a shoulder, and a puff of smoke, he’s as disinterested as always. Felix allows his head to loll right now, and peeks through the open doors into the dining room, but his other team members are too far to share in his misery. Lizzie is in the middle of a story, which has Nat’s full attention, and Ava’s full, well, everything? Attention, adoration, respect, senses, everything. They’re cute, the way they hold hands over the table, how Ava squeezes Lizzie's hand encouragingly when she trails off or gets embarrassed by her own rambling. Felix hoped he would capture a moment between them, something candid, something like right now, but he’s missed his windows of opportunity - like for instance when Ava finally allowed herself to be dragged under the mistletoe with Lizzie, but their picture was ruined by the detective spilling her drink all over herself.

“Felix?”

“Leave me alone,” he replies, but he also cracks one eye open to make sure Nat, who’s just entered the room, doesn’t lose interest in his pity party on the floor. But she’s already retreating, so he starts flailing his limbs as if he were making a snow angel in the sea of polaroids. “Please don’t leave me alone. Mason won’t talk to me and I’m embarrassed. I messed up all the pictures. I tried taking them like you showed me but I messed up.”

“They’re not so bad,” Nat says kindly as she sits with her friend, plucking the odd semi-decent pictures from the ground. “See? This is lovely.”

“Yeah, but Lizard has hot chocolate spilt on her sweater in that one.”

“Don’t call her that,” Mason grumbles, as he sweeps some polaroids off his lap - the by-product of Felix’s snow angel performance - and flicks his cigarette into the flames of the fireplace. Nat pretends not to see, but the pain flashing across her features has already made Felix feel a little better. They spend the better of the next hour going through the pictures and sorting them out, while Mason sits close-by, smoking, lost in his thoughts. All that breaks their peace is Frank Sinatra’s drawling voice coming from the record player, and the occasional laughter from the lovebirds still camped in the dining room. By the end of it, they’re left with a handful of decent-ish photographs, and Felix wastes no time sticking them into the photo album he got from Lizzie for Christmas.

There was a moment today, a moment worth capturing, one that was befitting of the old silver screen movies Nat made him and Lizzie watch, between Ava and their beloved detective. Naturally, Felix - a rotten romantic at heart - is pissed that he wasn’t able to capture it. It was a moment far better than the forced kiss under the mistletoe, a moment of intimacy, when the pair thought they were away from prying eyes. A hand under Lizzie’s jaw, Ava’s eyes fixed on the prize, wanting to kiss but being unable to take their eyes off of each other… Obviously the shutter of the camera ruined it, causing the pair step away from each other, and Lizzie to hide her blushing cheeks behind the curtain of her frizzy hair, but that’s beside the point. They were happy. Maybe happier than he’s ever seen them. Things are often so fucked up, with the odds always stacked against them, that Felix sometimes lives in the comfort of these moments. He lives in his family’s happiness, in his friends’ laughter, in Lizzie’s tight hugs, in Ava’s pats on the shoulder… If he could, he’d capture all these moments in a jar and keep them very close always. Photographs are the next best thing - which is why he’s bummed out the picture he took of this moment must be so unrecognisable that it was swallowed by his sea of botched photographs.

He’s lost in thought when Mason nudges his shoulder, a polaroid of Lizzie and Ava in his hand stretched towards him.

“Found this under the sofa. Not too bad, if you’re into this lovey-dovey shit.”

[nikethestatue]

I'm so sorry this will be long but I have to get rid of this to someone who understands me, your last post brought it all back up 🤧 (I apologize for any grammatical errors, english is not my native language)

Acosf got so much missing potential, I don't even know where to start... There are so many things that could have be done better

Nessian:

Where is the chemistry they already had in acowar? Where is the build up they already had? Why start at zero and make it all about s€x at the beginning. This one scene at the beginning where Cassian should bring Nesta to the river house and when Nesta then opens the door he first noticed her skinny appearance but then is stuck with her tatas like excuse me sir but your priorities are wrong right now 🤨. They had their cute, bonding and hot moments but it could be done better, there could be more. I think there is a reason many simping for Nesta × Eris when one dance had more sparkle than nearly half of the book.

Cassian himself:

That something i noticed only at my secound read because Acheron sisters >> bat boys so I focus more on them but yeah what about Cassian?? We learn nothing new about him and now this is a bit fronty but he sometimes gave me Wattpad Bodybuilder/Trainer vibes 😑 like where is our 500 years old Illyrian warrior, the general of the NC?

The plot (what plot?)

Do I have to say much about the pregnancy plot? like *🥲* You have already written a post or rebloggt i don't remember for sure which summarized it well. But you know what bothers me it could have been good. It was maybe a little fast because feyre has first said in acomaf she wanted to take her time but then came acofas where we have seen her wish for children (we are not talking about Rhys breeding kink💀😂). But why the fish was Feyre's pragnancy in Nessian pov?? I really like Feysand bonus chapter. Rhys crying from joy, they thinking about names and so going on. Cute moments between a couple becoming parents. Why make the pregnancy about Nesta? Why not showing us the joy and sorrow from Feysand's pov?

The blood rite was not better, ngl it was nice to read but glad that so many agree that it was unrealistic that they won. Would they have suvived, sure but win? No. The valkyries won against Illyrian who trained since childhood for the blood rite. Like okay how unrealistic you want to be?

The rest of the plot was basically training and fu€king so yeah 🤷‍♀️. The only aspect i found kinda interesting was the whole plot about the troves.

And when we at the plot,

Illyrian and the illyrian culture:

Two words: MISSED POTENTIAL. (and your post which is the reason i am writing this essay 😂💃) It is not like that we got a love interest who is Illyrian himself. Who suffered under the Illyrian but still wants to reform them, didn't give the hope up on them. Like we didn't get a woman as a friend of the MC who suffered under the Illyrian, who got her wings cut and was degrationed by them. Emerie my love don't get enough resignation. Like we didn't had Nesta training with the priestesses, why limit it only to them why not involve Illyrian women, why only train at HoW? Even why it was just the valkyries they could have made a statement while training in front of the Illyrian woman similar as Nesta did it at the libary to encourage the priestesses (and then they are not the Griel stans saying Az and G will reform the Illyrian like 😭 You know Az who hates the Illyrian and G who isn't quiet ready yet to leave the libary *me taking a breath* )

Nesta's healing jounary:

It was good but again it could have been better. Really i cried at the scene with Nesta and Cass at the lake, where she had her breakdown but there are some points i didn't quiet get. This are just my reading experiences but at the end it was not like she got to control her inner anger but it kind of just vanished like 20 years of rage just puff. Her healing jounary was at some points a bit fast in my eyes but to be fair Feyre had 3 books and Nesta only one.

The relationship between the Acheron sisters:

This is one point that makes me sad but it was disappointing how little bonding time between the sisters we got. Of course Nesta's monologe while saving Feyre was heartbreaking sweet and the end scene where Nesta is running towards her sisters with Nyx sleeping in Elain’s arms is lovely.(Both are one of my favourite scenes) But I wanted more. Where was the dialoge between the sisters? Where was the convertation why Nesta and Elain didn't help Feyre in the first book? Why was Nesta so nasty fowards Feyre?

And lean on that the the friendship between the Valkyries:

I really like their friendship, they all helped each other to heal.

But there's one little thing bothering me and i completly understand if someone disagree on that. This is again my reading experience. The Acheron sisters have a communication problem. I like the friendship between the three but it feels a bit like Emerie and Gwyn are replacement for Feyre and Elain. But to be fair i have kinda the same feeling when it comes to Feyre and the IC. Their found familes are somewhere replacements for their sisters because sisters are not able to talk slove their issues 🙈

(and now also your point that Nessian wouldn't work in canon. They are a modern AU couple and make no sense in canon. 😂🥲 But i still love them 😌)

I am sorry i jnow this was long but i have no one to talk about acotar in my friendgroup, lonely bookwurm here ☕️ plus in the acotar-fandom you need be careful where you criticise Acosf for many is this book the secound bible 💀😂.

If you made it this far, I just wanted to say I love your blog. You were one of the first Acotar blogs I followed back then. Love your posts and fics 💓✨️

Thank you and I pretty much agree with you on every point.

The complete decimation of Cassian as a character, the lack of any meaningful movement and change in the sisters' relationships, everyone communicates terribly, Rhys is an asshole, the IC are failures in just about everything, Amren should've been dead, the 'it's just sex' thing is dumb, NO ONE will ever convince me that Nesta is the kind of person who'd use sex as a coping mechanism.

Honestly, my expectation of a good Elain book, of Elain's character not being foolishly destroyed, is almost at zero. Unfortunately, I expect it to be horrible. Which is sad. Because SJM can write good books.

[fawnsflowerbed]

Hiiiiii Bee! 🐝🧡 Sunshine anon again! Before I ask, I wanted to say that I read your response to what I sent, n it makes me so happy that your followers make you happy with lil check ins n stuff!! You deserve all the happiness frfr. And I also wanted to mention to take your time with the horror nights fic! I'm so excited to read it, n I understand that works of art take some time <3 hehe Love you, hun!! MWAH 💕

But for the ask I recently started my period and it's been making me super emotional n overthinky 🥲 I have my moments where I get insecure about how talkative n affectionate I am n it's hitting me extra hard right now :( it feels like I'm a burden or maybe I shouldn't talk at all, at times. Could you possibly write something sweet n reassuring with re4r leon with the stuff I mentioned, please :<?

Aw Sunshine!! Thank you my love!! I’d be happy to put something together for you <3

Your insecurities thanks to hormones are getting the best of you, but your favourite agent gets back early to help soften the blow.

Warnings/content: Fem reader, 2nd person (you/yours), lil emotional bby reader, Leon being the perfect boyfriend

Word count: 1,139

You were just about ready to rip your own uterus. Not just for the physical pain though. Emotional pain on your period? So much worse. You hadn’t felt this garbage in a while. The whole ordeal led to you going into hibernation mode; under a pile of covers with a single foot poking out to the side. It was too cold and too warm, so you tried your best to sleep off whatever was prodding at your brain to make you so cruel to yourself.

“I’m about to murder the sun.�� You groaned out, shielding your eyes from the last of the daylight hitting your room through the windows, still waking from your nap. “And Eve for eating that apple. Fuck her.”

“Good morning to you too, Aunt Flo.”

A familiar voice had you poking your head out of your blankets to see him standing in the doorway with a rather amused look.

“Leon!”

Leon laughed at your enthusiasm, coming over and leaning down to give your forehead a loving kiss. “Hi, sweetheart. I see you’re recovering from owning a uterus.”

You were overcome with excitement to see your boyfriend back so early, something your head would definitely use against you. “You bet your ass I am. What’re you doing home? I thought you had a catch-up assessment with President Graham?”

He sat himself down at the end of the bed, settling his bag down on the floor. “A few ties got cut while we were setting up, so I have a little bit of free time. Figured I’d come back and annoy you. Though it’s rare for you to nap like this, you only ever cocoon when you’ve had a bad day.”

Your smile faltered into something awkward and creased. It was true, the past 24 hours had been nothing short of terrible. You wanted to tear your eyes out just to relieve some of the mental pain, trying to focus on anything other than how bad you were making yourself feel. You merely shrugged, trying your best to mask it. This wasn’t Leon’s thing to worry about, not when he was busy ironing out the final details of getting Ashley back.

Leon felt a frown beginning to form despite your attempt. He read you like a book. “Oh. You had a bad day.”

That couldn’t even begin to describe the day you’d had.

A puff flew from your lungs before you could even register how tense and exhausted you were. You were like a tight strung knot on a noose. “You have no idea.”

He offered you a quick smile. “C’mon I’ve been thrown into half a dozen different things, including a semi truck at some point. Try me.”

You appreciated his open nature towards you, and after a minute of mental arguments between the angel and devil on your shoulder you caved.

Sitting up to tug the blankets down from around your body, you disassembled your makeshift cocoon. Now you were just someone with a pile of sheets and a sad look, staring up at your boyfriend. “I haven’t been feeling the best lately. Not just with the whole physical side but- I know the hormones are a normal thing but I wasn't expecting them to make my head so mean. I didn’t even know I could be that mean, and now I’m being that mean to myself and-” You shook your head. “I’m sorry, I need to stop talking.”

Leon’s eyebrows creased. “Why? I was listening, baby.”

The pain in your gut mixed with your headache, and you cursed your hormones for making you begin to tear up. Everything hurt in every way. “Because I- I don’t know, Lee. I tried to get my brain to shut up so I tried to take a nap and I can’t remember if I fell asleep or not. All it was was just nonstop pain. I- I don’t want to feel like this. I don’t want to overthink how I’m needy and a burden and too chatty like I should never talk again and that I’m annoying or-”

He rested his hand over yours. “Woah woah woah, sweetheart. Hey. You’re rambling. C’mon, talk to me properly.”

You tried your best attempt at a deep breath, leaning your face into his shoulder in emotional exhaustion. “I hate this so much, Lee. I don’t want to think like this. I don’t want to feel like I’m weighing you down.”

Leon ran his hand carefully over the back of your hair, tilting his face to rest against where your head was buried. He spoke softly, you could feel the sympathy leaking from his tone. “Aw, sunshine. This is really hitting you hard isn’t it?”

You snuffled with a nod, wishing you could stay buried in his shirt forever. Everything outside of the fabric had become too much to deal with.

“Time for peptalk Leon to take the stage, alright?”

Peptalk Leon as he called it was the phrase often used for when Leon was about to kick your doubts to the curb and have you feeling better at the end of it.

With hesitance you pulled away from the comfort of his shoulder, letting him crane his neck to look you in the eyes as he spoke with his arms wrapped loosely around you. Just enough that you felt safe, felt like you weren’t alone.

“You are not a burden on anyone, ever. You are allowed to need things from people just like everyone else. I need things from people, love. Most of the time, if not all. It’s about teamwork, and we’re a team. Also, never feel like you’re talking too much because there is always going to be someone willing to listen. That includes me. Well, especially me, cause I’m great, but that’s besides the point. And who says I don’t adore your clinginess?” He gave your torso a tight squeeze as your sniffle turned into a small laugh. “Do you even know how great it is to come back from a day of tedious bullshit to my partner ecstatic to see me? You’re my saving grace, sunshine. You just don’t see how much your quirks make you so loveable. You make me feel better without even realising it. Don’t think I could get out of bed without you. And speaking of bed, you probably need to hop out of it to grab some food. Something easy on your stomach. How about we go digging through the pantry for those cookies you bought? I’ll hunt down the hot water bottle for you, too. Something tells me your cramps won’t be helping.”

You pressed your face against his chest with one last sniffle, to which he kissed the top of your head. “I love you so much.”

“I love you more, sweet thing. Let’s go get some food into you.”

[iwaasfairy]

babes can i request something like what you did with brother tobio who only loves his sister and shes the only one for him 🥲 but with ushijima-nii please? (its the first ever incest ive read and its still my fav 😭) only if you like and you have the time i love you thank you!!!

a/n. of course of courseee this was very fun to write (。┰ω┰。) tw. incest, size kink, jealousy, semi-public

ushijima wakatoshi x reader

Your hands are a little shaky as you allow yours to be taken into his much larger palm, staring anywhere except across the room, where the stony expression feels zeroed in on you. It’s not Tendou’s fault that the way his long, pale fingers wrap around your hand feel dangerous enough to make you sick, but you can’t help but feel it anyway.

He’s gentle when he places a hand on your lower back, gentle when guiding you left to right in an attempt to make you relax a little. “You don’t like to dance? You’re so shaky.” Tendou’s bright voice is still cheerful as he tilts his head to the side. But you notice the way his eyes search your face for something, and by his expression, he doesn’t find it.

You can’t exactly explain it either, that you’re only this wooden and stiff because his tall, lanky shape is blocking your view from your big brother— and that… You think it though, and maybe that’s enough for Tendou to get the gist, because he glances over his shoulder. His mouth corners twitch at whatever he sees, and you’re entranced by the way he leans down to your ear to sigh. “I think that your niichan is calling you over.” His lips curl into a smile as he pulls back, gently pats your head. He looks back at you again after seeming to think it over, before ever so slowly, the smile falters a little.

“Am I going to be in trouble later?”

There’s something unspoken that lingers in the words. You think he might just know, and it makes your face a horrible few degrees hotter. Obvious as you are, you can only place your hands to your cheeks in the hopes that they cool down. And you allow yourself to squeeze Tendou’s hand once, before shaking your head. “No, I think I might be.” You blink, stomach dropping when you catch Toshi nii’s eyes for the first time since earlier tonight. He stares like he’s been looking the entire time, and knowing him, he might’ve been. “Later, Satori.”

You brush through the people before you can think about whether or not there will even be a later.

When you get to Wakatoshi, he’s still holding a beer bottle, and tilts it side to side in a motion that might be calming in any other context. You right your back, puff your chest forward a bit as you clench your hands together behind your butt. “You called for me, nii nii?” you softly ask, careful to phrase it gently. But the brunet doesn’t really look away from the spot in the crowd he’d been watching; only slowly breathes in and out.

The slow ticking of your internal clock with each breath makes you more anxious. So anxious in fact, that you start fidgeting with your skirt like a scolded child. “W-we were just- just dancing for a little while, ya’know? It wasn’t serious. Tendo was just keeping me company.” Wakatoshi finally looks at you when you fall quiet, chewing your lip as you try your best to read his face. He’s been quiet all week though, quiet and … well- weird. “Because you were talking to Semi,” you tack on the whisper, not daring to look away from him.

“I know,” your big brother mumbles back, almost too soft to hear it, before he puts the bottle onto the table to his side and stands up from his leaning position to his full height. Wakatoshi nii towered over you ever since you were old enough to remember, but for the first time in a long while, you’re awfully aware of it. Aware of how much bigger he is, and how you probably pissed him off. But where in the past he’d have just ignored you, looking past you with a slight frown— tonight he looks.

Looks so intently at your face that you’re unable to do anything but stare back, popping your lip in and from between your teeth. Swallowing every few seconds, until he puts you out of your misery by leaning down towards you. Toshi nii has never hurt you before, and you don’t want to think he would -ever— but you’d still sooner expect to get a tap across the face like your mom used to do, than for your stoic niichan to place his hand on the back of your skull and just keep you in place for him to press a kiss to the crown of your head. He lingers as he speaks, “come step out with me for a second,” before letting go.

The spot where his lips touched seems to radiate heat long after he’s pulled away, even when you reach up to touch it with wide eyes.

You follow him out of the room without another word, only stopping when he does under the street light outside the hall where his team is still celebrating. The blue-ish light casts a while halo around his fluffy hair, but casts a shadow to the floor where Wakatoshi seems to hesitate when he looks down at you. “You know I like talking to you,” he starts, deep voice unwavering as always— but something off in his expression, “talking to you is easy.”

“Of course,” you softly agree, “because I’m your sister… it’d feel easy.”

“I suppose,” Toshi nii agrees, slowly rubbing his hand over his neck. “Do you— ever think about me though? As a man.” The way his eyes meet yours have a sort of intensity you’ve never seen before, and you lock your sweaty hands together instantly. You open your mouth to respond, but he is quicker. “Because I think of you as a woman a lot. I think you’re beautiful, and I enjoy our time together. When you talk to other men, I don’t like it, and I want you to talk to me instead.”

He talks like what he’s saying makes sense, but you’re unable to stop him. “I think I get jealous when you’re not around me.”

“Stop,” you whisper, as Wakatoshi steps closer and tilts your face up to him.

“I hate seeing you smile at someone else, or talk to someone else.” He doesn’t falter, doesn’t even pause— always with that same stubborn determination that’s gotten him the farthest in life. His hazel eyes flick around your face as you grab his wrist for support, and bite your lip and whine out his name. What the hell are you supposed to do with that?! “I want you—”

“Niichan, you’re not making any sense-” you snap, watching his cheeks dust with the softest pink; as you realize he’s serious. He’s serious, and you are falling, like you’re sinking through the floor into his arms.

“I love you,” he stubbornly admits, stepping right up to you so your toes are touching, and wrapping an arm around your back. He stays like that, covering you from the cold and the dark like he always had before; breathing in slowly but surely. And it hits you that the reason why you’re about to cry at the look in his eyes, is because you always kind of knew. You knew that when he’d go out of his way to walk you back from class with an umbrella held over your head, it was out of love. That the way he’d nuzzle his face into your shirt at late nights talking, and the beautiful way his laugh would fill your room up— that it was a rare thing.

Or when he called you late after practice, without anything in particular to say. Or how he’d put you on his shoulders, so careful not to drop you. How he’d only ever talk back to your mom when she’d comment on how close you are, how co-dependent. It hits you all at once that he always felt this way, and just didn’t have the words to express it. And it hits you that you never got over your stupid childhood crush on your niichan— that you just didn’t want to say the words. It makes you lean into him with a sniffled realization of guilt, as his hands move to wrap around your cheeks like you’re made of glass. “I love you,” he whispers again, letting a small smile come to his lips. “Is that okay?”

“You can’t tell anyone,” you say back, and swallow when his face comes closer and closer to yours.

But Wakatoshi nii only hums, “I haven’t told anyone except you.” And then you feel the heat of his face near yours and close your eyes, and a pair of lips come over yours. Softly at first, before you grab the front of his shirt and pull him in harder, suddenly overrun with emotion. It makes him grab your ass, pull you closer to his body and slip a tongue into your mouth that tastes sweet and bitter all at once. You can’t help but moan when he sucks on your tongue and kisses you so good it makes you forget- before pulling back to look at you.

His hazel browns are blown out and lips flushed pink from the kiss, as he groans. “You have no idea how often I had to stop myself from wanting this. I want you. I want to have you all to myself—”

“Then have me,” you surprise yourself by what comes out, how pitched and desperate you sound as you try to catch your breath. But it’s all Wakatoshi nii needs to squeeze your cheeks and dip back down to kiss you harder, tasting you and licking and sucking- making you feel scorching hot from top to bottom. His strong hands knead in your ass, before sliding under your thighs to pick you up against his body in one fell swoop, without disconnecting from you. He only pulls back to let out a groan as your center rubs against him where you lock your legs, pushing his head into your neck.

“It’s not fair that I had to escape to the bathroom for a cold shower any time you walked around the house. Should’ve done this so much sooner.”

“Please.” You shiver as he runs a hand up your belly to pull your bra aside and grab a handful, before groaning against your lips as you whimper for another kiss. He rubs your nipple as you rub your crotches together for more friction, only making him more impatient in the process. But you’re just the same, because you can feel our panties start to get awfully wet at the feeling of his dick hardening in his pants. “Niichan, we’re still in public,” you whine out though, back wanting to curl as he pinches your puffy nipples so good.

“Then hurry to my car,” Wakatoshi bites out, barely able to put you down to start searching his back pocket for his car keys with fire burning behind his eyes. “Hurry in. I’ve wanted to slide my cock into that little cunt of yours for so fucking long— I need it now.” You don’t need to be told twice when he pulls you back again to kiss you hard and deep, before pulling you towards the car park on long legs.

[love-archer]

If I’m allowed to make nsfw requests can I request all the brothers and what their hands do when you’re riding them? 🥺🥺🥺

What his hands do...

♡ when doing 'Cowgirl's helper' + 'Chair sit' ♡

♡.Obey me!

♡♡.NSFW!! MDI, F!reader, Cussing

♡♡♡. My sweet angel, I'm sorry but I can do only half of the brothers :( Maybe request the other half later?

. . . L U C I F E R !

+Chair sit, in his office or in his bedroom

♡ Your small make out session got a bit out of hand and now...you're on his lap, sweaty and naked

♡ A hand was on your back, his thumb caressing the heated skin and the other was gripping on your hip, keeping you stable and in place

♡ He really wasn't planning on getting tangled with you like this but he doesn't mind

♡ With his hand guiding you up and down and side to side on him, he leans in, teasing the skin of your neck with his teeth and breaths

♡ As you go up and down on him, his hands slide down to the middle of your thighs, gripping on the meat of your flesh

♡ He might lean in on your neck and places a hickey or two there, maybe to distract you from your job, who knows, maybe he loves when you freeze mid-hop and whine

♡ He enjoys the tiny half breaths you puff out when he thrusts up and when you finally lean on his shoulder and let your guard down?

♡ Something in his chest blooms, he makes you feel that good that you make yourself vulnerable and open for attacks? Heh, how cute

♡ Hmm, you did so good for him, he can do the rest, love, just savor the feeling of him in you~

. . . M A M M O N !

+Chair sit, during his photoshoot break

♡ His smooth shiny lipgloss is smudged, his clothes are wrinkled, his zipper is open, his lap´s full, you're in it, your bottoms are off, shirt open, missing a few buttons

♡ Mind is hazy and vision is blurry, his lips drooling a bit, he didn't know you could take this much of him in, it feels so gooood!

♡ ¨mmhh...ah..yeah yeah yeah...s..shit!¨ He´s just blabbing nonsense at this point, too lost in pleasure

♡ One hand is loosely holding your the back of your neck, making you look at him, the other is on your back, diggin in your skin

♡ ¨You..you like it? Being so dirty with the Great Mammon...mhh...haha bet they can hear you moanin..for me!¨

♡ The hand on your back goes lower to your waist, now moving you up and down on him

♡ He pushes your head to his for a kiss or two when he´s close

♡ After that, his hands land lightly and gently at your hips, he´s smiling like an idiot and nuzzles his face into your neck

I want him 🥲

. . . L E V I A T H A N !

+cowgirl´s helper, after he lost a few battles

♡ He was mad, it was clear, he was stressed, dumb teammates were slow, they lost everything

♡ Pulling you to his chest, he leaned into the beanie chair, nipping at your lips, huffing and buffing in annoyance, mutter ¨Dumb timer, dumb game, dumb gacha¨

♡ Somehow your little destressing makeout session made you get on top, pushing him to the chair, grinding on him

♡ With your hands on his shoulders, his fingers wrap around your wrists, his fingers are not so cold anymore

♡ Eyes on yours, he starts to kiss any part of your skin he can reach when you grind down on him

♡ When he's close, his hands move to your neck and pull you to him, with your face mushed into his neck, he'd thrust in and out wildly, groaning in your ear

♡ You sure know how to make him happy, player two!

That's it for today, sending kisses!!

[jananakookie]

Beauty | kth - Chapter 14 (m)

Pairing: Taehyung x OC (Reader) , slight Jimin x OC

Genre/Tags: Strangers to Lovers, Idiots to lovers (kinda), single dad; humor (-ish?), slow burn, angst, fluff, smut

Chapter Warnings: mild sexual content (lazy, cuddly morning sex), protected sex, one or two swear words

Word count: 6.8k

Series summary: Taehyung knows what beauty is. He sees it every day.

You feel like you haven’t seen real beauty in a while but you think you remember what it looked like.

Or maybe you both have no idea?

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A/N: according to my calculations, only two more chapters and an epilogue will follow this one and then we‘re done 🥲

Chapter 14 (m)

With his deep and rhythmic puffs of breaths in your ear, his hand caresses your body. He lets his fingers slide tenderly over the skin of your exposed thigh, runs them over your hips and sides, up to your shoulder, and finally down your arm until he comes to a halt at your breasts.

Gently running his thumb over the curve of your perfect, naked breasts, he lets it slide back down to your stomach, where he then rests his flat hand against your tummy, pushing you a little closer into him.

You sigh, sinking more into your pillow, enjoying his hands on you. His delicate touch, his breathy moans inside your ear, mixing with your own with every slow and tender thrust of his hips against your backside, letting his thick member push through your walls in the most perfect way.

His movements are slow and soft, different from last night, and more intimate than your first time together. And it is probably the most pleasure he has ever given you.

Not that those past times were any less satisfying or perfect, but you just feel so close to him right now, so cherished, so different from everything you ever felt.

Not a single word has been said yet. Everything simply has been confirmed through warm and tender touches, playful kisses, and soft moans.

One of your arms reaches behind you and wraps around the back of his neck, grabbing the roots of his hair and tugging on them as he lightly sucks on the skin behind your ear. Not hard enough to leave a mark, but just enough to turn you on even more and make a pleasurable moan escape your lips.

You have your eyes closed, solely enjoying how he makes you feel, loving the position you're both in, even if it hinders you from looking into his beautiful face, and watching it contort in pleasure from the way your walls clench around him with every thrust of his hard and thick member.

You can feel his muscled chest press tightly against your back, tensing every now and then whenever he draws back, only to push back in after. And even if you cannot see him, you can still hear how much he enjoys it as well, his raspy moans and the short gasps every once in a while being a clear giveaway.

How he can have any energy at all after last night is beyond you. And yet this morning, after far too few hours of sleep, you were awakened with his certain type of kisses. The ones that usually indicate that he is not in a cuddly mood but wants to do something else.

As usual, they started as innocent little pecks on your neck and shoulder but very quickly became more targeted and soon colonized your neck instead. Right on that particular spot that makes you crazy.

It really is incredible how fast he came to know your body. No more than two nights together, and he already knows all the spots to make you swoon immediately. And well, everything about him makes you crazy, but he doesn’t need to know that. That would be an ego-boost he wouldn’t let you forget so easily.

His grip on your waist tightens, and you know that he’s getting closer. But to your surprise, he suddenly pulls out altogether and lets his cock sensually glide between your soaked folds, giving you all the more pleasure and letting your whole body shake whenever his tip reaches your clit. Trying to increase the pleasure even more, you grind your ass against him, making him moan softly into your ear.

You turn your head a little to the side and quickly capture his lips in a much-needed and anticipated kiss, letting it swallow your moans.

You have enjoyed every single intimate moment with him so far, but you have to admit that slow, lazy morning sex definitely holds the crown for now (especially when it takes place after a night of mindless fucking).

“Mhh, Tae,” you sigh out his name, instantly feeling him twitch against your wetness. Not long after, he grabs your leg and hooks it over his own to give himself better access to your aching front.

You feel him push past your folds again, entering you slowly. And once again, he’s back to kissing you gently while he steadily thrust in and out of your pussy.

His hand cups your lower region as his fingers start to rub your clit, matching the rhythm of his thrusts while he nips at your earlobe, nestling his face in your hair. You noticed before how he likes to be as close to you as possible when he’s about to come, probably wanting to feel all of you as best as he can, and it excites you.

“Coming,” you whisper, wanting to inform him just in case he still needs time.

But you hear him groan instead, “fucking finally, I can’t hold it anymore.“ His voice sounds even deeper than usual and a little rugged from the lack of sleep, but it makes him all the sexier.

A breathless laugh escapes you, but it quickly falls silent when Taehyung picks up his pace. It’s not by much, but it’s enough to take your breath away as you just lay there, gasping for air with your mouth falling open at the sensation.

His breaths grow hotter and heavier as time goes by, and you can only assume yours do as well as you’re approaching your high now quickly. Feeling him pulse inside you brings you even closer, and it only takes a few more strokes with his dick against your g-spot until you’re coming undone right there in his tight hold, feeling your whole body shake from the intensity of your high.

Taehyung follows right after, releasing a low, dragged-out grunt against the back of your neck, with one of his hands groping your tits tightly while the other has a tight hold on your thigh.

You both take a couple of moments to calm yourselves, heavy breathing being the only sound that fills the small room.

“… And now that this has been made clear, have a wonderful morning, beautiful,” he rasps into your ear, kissing the spot right behind it where he knows you love to be kissed.

He just takes a moment to dispose of the condom before he slowly kisses a trail down to your jaw, where he lightly bites into the soft flesh there, making you giggle.

“And a wonderful morning it is,” you mumble with a smirk, craning your neck a little to give him a quick kiss. “Better not spoil me too much. I might get used to it.”

“I could say the same to you,” he roughly chuckles, ”definitely wouldn’t have a problem with waking up like this every morning, though.” He still has his lips on you, covering every little spot of your skin with his sweet sweet kisses you love so much.

You finally turn around to look at him, and you’re pleased to see a look of pure bliss in his tired eyes. His hair is standing out in all directions which, no doubt, is partly your fault, and he looks so adorable you feel the need to squish his cheeks.

And to think that this is the exact same man that provided you with orgasm after orgasm in the span of only a couple of hours... oof.

The way he looks at you is one of pure adoration, if you may say so. And it almost makes your heart burst inside your chest.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You ask, suddenly feeling shy as you turn your gaze away from his, and stare at his chest where your hand is drawing patterns on his smooth skin, fingers playing with the small trail of hair splattered on it.

“Because I enjoy looking at you.” He grins, placing his own fingers in-between yours. “You surely are quite the sight.”

You cannot help but scoff and roll your eyes at his cheesy statement. “If you’re hoping for another round, I’ll have to disappoint you. I’m completely exhausted,” you say, rubbing your sleepy eyes before they find him again.

He’s still smiling down at you, kissing the crown of your head tenderly. “Nah, I think I’m good… for the next couple of hours at least,“ he smirks.

You smack his chest lightly before you cuddle further against him, feeling incredibly tired again. Well, no wonder.

“What do you want to do today?“ You hear him murmur against your hair before you feel the tip of his nose explore the expanse of your neck. It doesn’t come off as sexual this time around. He’s obviously just really in a cuddly mood as well.

You don’t have to think about his question at all, already having one thing in the back of your mind since yesterday morning. “Honestly?” You turn your head a little to look into his awaiting eyes as he nods slightly. “I really really miss my little girl,” you tell him, “can we please just go to yours and spend the day with her? Cook one of our favorite meals and watch a movie or something?”

Taehyung is sure you don’t have the slightest clue of what your words mean to him, but as soon as he hears you say that, a whole new wave of realization hits him. A realization, that will surely keep his mind occupied for a little while.

Instead of giving you an answer that consists of words, he leans down and captures your lips in a passionate kiss that leaves you absolutely breathless as soon as he breaks it again after a couple of minutes. And then he just stares at you with an unreadable expression on his face that starts to make you uncomfortable after a while.

“Did I say something wrong?” You ask him, voice coming out in a breathless whisper. He doesn’t look angry, and you’re sure he wouldn’t have kissed you like that if he was, but the drastic mood change, going from giggly and cheeky to quiet and thoughtful, cannot be a coincidence, can it?

You watch his face break out in a smile as he shakes his head, his hair brushing over your face in the process and tickling you. “I just realized something. That’s all,” he then says quietly, not elaborating whatsoever.

You break out in a chuckle, placing a quick peck on his lips as you do. “Realized what? That you still have a daughter?” You laugh, “well, I’m glad I could be of help.”

Taehyung bites his lip, grinning down at your happy state with a content smile on his face. “Yea,” he breathes against your lips, cheekily stealing another kiss from you, “you really are.” His voice suddenly holds a fondness you have never heard from him before.

Clearing your throat, you try to distract yourself from his intense stare by simply playing with the tiny strands of hair falling in his face. “I’m actually quite surprised you’re so chill about Jungkook watching her for so long.”

Taehyung purses his lips, thinking for a moment. “To be fair, they are not allowed to leave the house until I’m back,” he confesses, making you laugh. “I’m slowly building my trust back up. It doesn’t just happen overnight, okay?” He grabs your hand and places soft little pecks on your knuckles. “There’s something I need to talk to you about, by the way,“ he suddenly confesses.

You glimpse at him while trying not to look too nervous, but when did those words ever bring anything good with them?

“Okay? Is everything alright?“ You nervously chuckle, intertwining your fingers with his as you look at him expectantly.

He smiles, nodding his head approvingly, which calms you down just a little.

“Last night, I promised you I'd be more open with you and talk about my feelings, right?” He sheepishly looks into your eyes and waits for you to nod your head before he continues. “Okay, well… there is something I wanna ask of you before we go over to my place.”

“Tae, stop beating around the bush, please,” you say, trying to rest your weight on your arms in order to hoist yourself up a little and look at him better, “you’re making me nervous.”

“Right, sorry. You don't have to be on edge, it's nothing bad, I promise. It's just... well, it has to do with Hyejin,” he starts. You watch his hand nervously fumble with your sheets as he tries to form his words. “I know you are quite… apprehensive when it comes to telling her, you know... about us.”

You sigh, thinking you have an idea of what this is about. “I hurt your feelings last time,” you state, remembering the night you slept over at his. “I noticed.” You intently watch his expression change as he seems to think about the way you behaved that night.

“Yea, I mean… I know why you think that way. I get it. I’m honestly so happy you care so much about Hyejin. And I’m glad you’re concerned about what could be best for her,” he sighs, concentrating his gaze on his hands that are still groping the sheets. “In a way, you and me... we only just started, and she’s only five and obviously already incredibly attached to you. There’s always a slight chance that things won't turn out the way we want them to, and it would complicate things, but—” he halts for a moment, shaking his head before he turns more towards you again and looks you deeply in the eyes.

"I just don't want to get into this," he points between himself and you to show you that he's talking about your relationship, "with the thought that it might not last anyway." He finally confesses, watching your expression intently, almost as if he’s trying to read your mind.

You start biting on your inner cheek, pursing your lips at the movement as you think about his words.

“Not telling Hyejin about us because we’re afraid of hurting her feels like we don't really have trust in this relationship. And honestly, that really hurts me,” he admits, making your heart clench in your chest at his words.

It has never been your intention to hurt him but hearing what your words made him feel like really hurts you as well.

You only meant well, yes, but you were only thinking about Hyejin without even taking his own feelings about all of that into consideration. You should have thought about what your words might mean to him. And he’s right. When you say it like he just did, one could assume that you don't expect your relationship to last.

“I can only speak for myself, but I really like you, and if you ask me, I’m sure this can actually work. At least, I genuinely want it to. And I am more than willing to make it work,” his voice suddenly appears again, pulling you out of your thoughts. “So, how do you feel about all this?” He sounds a little nervous, waiting for your answer. And it’s honestly so endearing to see him like this. This boy’s diversity really is no joke. That much is clear.

Instead of giving him an answer right away, you lean a little forward and place a soft but solid kiss on his lips. It’s over as soon as it has started, and you enjoy watching the little smile form on his lips while his eyes are still closed.

“I’m really sorry I made you feel like I might not be as much into this as you are, but I promise you that’s not true,” you finally reply. “I was just overwhelmed because everything was suddenly happening, and we hadn’t talked about anything yet. I was worried for her. I always am, to be honest. Yes, I think it’s a little risky with Hyejin and everything, but I absolutely agree with you. We definitely shouldn’t go about this with the mindset of not lasting anyway.” You feel his hand cupping your jaw as you smile up at him. “If you’re fine with telling her, I’m more than happy to do it as well.”

Taehyung grins brightly, nodding his head before he leans down and kisses you once again. “I’m so relieved we’re on the same page, ___. I was struggling to think of a way to tell you.”

“I’m proud of us, actually. Something was bothering you, and we talked about it and figured it out. See? We are making progress already.“ You say, holding your hand up for a high five, hearing how he laughs at that but complies anyway.

You both spend a couple more minutes just cuddling in bed before you decide to get ready, wanting to go home and see Hyejin.

It took some convincing, but after a long discussion, you did manage to convince Taehyung and make him understand that it will be faster and... well, more effective to shower individually instead of together. After all, you want to get cleaned up, not get even dirtier.

It left him to be a little moody, but in the end, he complied.

The moment Taehyung turns his keys inside the lock and opens the door, you’re both met with complete silence. You look at each other, wearing the same expression on your faces as you slowly walk inside the apartment and take a look around.

“Doesn’t sound, nor look like anybody’s here,” you note, seeing Taehyung already grit his teeth as he has to admit that you're probably right.

“It’s settled then,“ he then mutters under his breath, “I’m going to kill him.”

You grin, shaking your head at his typical overreacting self while you take off your jacket and hang it on the wardrobe.

“I’m sure everything is fine. Did he text you or anything?” You ask, checking your own phone, but aren’t surprised when you don’t see any new notifications from Jungkook.

Taehyung shakes his head, sighing loudly. “I explicitly told him not to leave the house, and he promised—”

“Why don’t we just calm down a little and wait until they come home, huh?” you suggest. Placing both your hands on Taehyung's shoulders and taking off his jacket for him in the process, noticing how he seems too occupied with angry-texting to get comfortable.

“How can you be so calm?” He asks you, still furiously tapping away on his phone. “The last time he went out with her in tow, he lost her.”

“Tae, you need to have a little faith in him. He’s not a child. He took care of her for years before that incident happened. I’m sure he can manage just fine.” Honestly, you aren’t that bothered because you really do trust Jungkook, and Taehyung should too. What happened back then was an accident that won’t repeat itself.

He sighs deeply after obviously not getting a reply straight away and places his phone on the table.

“How about I cook us something, and when I’m done, they’re hopefully back and haven’t eaten yet?” You offer him your best smile, trying to cheer him up a little, but the only thing you can tickle out of him is a little half-smile and a quick nod as he only glances at you.

You turn around and go to the kitchen thinking about what you could make that would please everybody and is possible to make with the available ingredients — which once again, aren’t many.

It kind of reminds you of the first time you came over to look after Hyejin and cooked for everybody that evening because Taehyung came home later than he intended to. It brings a smile to your face thinking back to those days.

Who would have thought that these four people would enrich your life so much one day?

After you search around cluelessly for a few minutes, you finally settle on simple pasta since that seems to be almost everything there is.

Right when you’re about to start cooking, the sound of the door being unlocked, as well as voices, fills your ear. Doesn’t take a genius to guess who came home, but you’d know anyway since you can already hear Taehyung’s deep voice scolding Jungkook. With a roll of your eyes and a smile on your lips, you decide to join the scene.

The voices suddenly turn into hushed whispers, and when you reach them, you see that Hyejin seems to have fallen asleep in Jungkook’s arms as he holds her tight with her little legs wrapped around his torso and her head resting on his shoulder.

He wears a scowl on his face, but it quickly vanishes as soon as he sees you standing there with a content smile, and it looks like he’s about to yell something before he’s reminded of the sleeping girl in his arms and ends up swallowing whatever it was that he wanted to say.

He gives you a quick sign that’s probably supposed to tell you to wait before he quietly walks along the floor and upstairs, probably to bring Hyejin to her room so she can sleep a little more.

You share a look with Taehyung, who still looks annoyed and rolls his eyes. “Why can’t this boy follow my simple instructions?”

You don’t get the chance to answer when loud and fast footsteps appear right behind you. And before you can realize what's going on, it feels like you're being embraced in the tight hug of a hyperactive kangaroo.

“Ouch, Kook, you’re breaking my spine,” you groan loudly at the impact but can’t really hide your laugh as you slung your arms around him as well.

“I don’t care, I have so much love to give to you!” His voice gets muffled by your hair, and you fall into a fit of laughter when he picks you up for a quick second. Even Taehyung loses his serious expression for a short while as he watches the two of you.

“Why on earth are you acting like I was gone for two years?” You giggle after he finally lets you go again and beams down at you.

“Because I was sure we would never see you again around here. You can’t believe how relieved I am.” He confesses and ruffles your hair.

“Wait, but yesterday you said I was overreacting and that she would never just leave like that.” Taehyung suddenly buts in, coming to stand beside you as he looks at Jungkook.

The younger one chuckles a little awkwardly, eyes flickering from Taehyung to you. “I was trying to be a good friend and cheer you up,” he shrugs, grinning.

A loud gasp can be heard from next to you as Taehyung smacks his best friend's chest. “You didn’t actually believe in me?!”

“I did! I just didn’t have as much faith in you as I made out to have.” Jungkook tries to defend himself, earning yet another blow from Taehyung, which only makes him laugh cutely. “Why are you mad? Everything turned out well, didn’t it?”

Once again, his eyes scan you and Taehyung, the latter wrapping his arm around your waist to bring you closer as he looks at you. “Yep,” he says, kissing the top of your head, “everything turned out quite perfect,” he confirms while you smile up at him, matching the expression on his face.

“Yes! I’m such a good wingman, oh my god!” Jungkook cheers, raising his fist into the air.

Taehyung scoffs loudly, “you didn’t even do anything.”

“Excuse me?!” Jungkook’s former enthusiasm suddenly changes into an annoyed expression as he glares at his best friend.

“I was the one who introduced you to her in the first place. Not to mention that I was the one who kept telling you for months to make a move—” you watch with an amused smirk on your lips while Taehyung nervously looks at you from the corner of his eyes, “and I was the one who watched your daughter the whole day yesterday including last night, while you two probably did the dirty over and over again while you were “making up”. Am I right, or am I right?“ Crossing his arms, he gives you both a knowing look.

“Uh… we did not… we didn't do that.“ You stutter, scratching your arm awkwardly as you try to look anywhere but him. “We—we… talked. A lot.”

“You cannot fool me, ___,” Jungkook states, sporting a smirk on his face before he points at Taehyung, “that little fuckers smug-looking grin tells me everything I need to know.”

Turning your head to the side, you immediately see what he’s getting at. Even if Taehyung obviously tries to hide it, he is remarkably failing at it.

“W—what we did and didn’t do, is none of your business, okay?” Your voice comes out almost pathetically high. And it results in not only Jungkook’s but also Taehyung’s laughs.

“Okay, don’t deflect from our earlier topic now, Kook,” Taehyung suddenly says, subconsciously saving you from your own awkwardness. “I have expressly forbidden you to leave the house with Hyejin. Where were you and why?”

“Calm down. I brought Hyejin home without any difficulties, did I not? You need to learn how to not stress over everything,” Jungkook says, sounding annoyed already.

“The point is that you didn’t listen to me—”

“Look, I really didn’t want to disobey you, alright? I got a call pretty early this morning from my boss telling me I had to take over for a little more than an hour because my colleague got sick. What was I supposed to do? I couldn’t possibly leave her here alone, nor could I lose my job because that would make you mad as well,” he explains. “So I took her with me,“ he shrugs, big Bambi eyes staring at his Hyung.

You purse your lips, looking confused from Jungkook to Taehyung, who looks absolutely baffled.

“Wait—“ you gape at him, trying to sort out all of the information he just disclosed for you. “You—you took her… with… you?“

“Yes,“ Jungkook shrugs, obviously not seeing anything wrong. “I tried calling Joon, but he didn’t pick up, so I had no other choice.“

You once again divert your gaze to Taehyung, but he still doesn’t look at you. Instead, he looks like he’s about to faint or something.

“Just to get the facts straight,“ he clears his throat, “you took my daughter, who’s only five years old… to a bar?“

Unlike Jungkook, you can literally feel his irritation, even if it isn't otherwise apparent yet.

“I mean… yes.“ Jungkook shrugs again. “I didn’t give her any alcohol if that’s what you’re worried about,“ he scoffs, rolling his eyes. “I took her behind the counter, right next to me, where I had an eye on her the whole time. I’m not an idiot.“

Taehyung licks his lips, taking in a deep breath before he kicks his head back and stares at the ceiling for a while. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom,“ he then sighs, sounding absolutely done.

Jungkook and you both look after him until he’s out of sight, not saying a word.

You're the first to break the silence, biting your lip as you look at Jungkook. “I think you really did it this time, Kook,” you say, trying to hide a smile as he looks at you absolutely dumbfounded. “You actually made him go cry in the bathroom.“ Your last words blend in with a laugh you just couldn't hold back any longer as you pat Jungkook’s chest lightly before going back into the kitchen to finish the pasta you started cooking earlier.

You can still hear him muster quietly to himself, “what did I do wrong this time?” leaving you silently laughing to yourself.

After trying to calm down for a while, Taehyung finally comes out of the bathroom and immediately catches yours and Jungkook’s voices as you seem to laugh about something he just told you. He can’t help but smile upon hearing your laughter, but he decides to not join the two of you just yet because there’s a slight urge growing inside him to look after his little angel.

The door to Hyejin’s room is slightly ajar, and he can already hear her little snores as he gets closer to her room. He calmly walks inside, seeing her fast asleep. It's still relatively early, and Taehyung is worried that she'll probably be up all night if she sleeps too long, but at the same time, he cannot bring himself to wake her either.

She just looks way too peaceful and cute for him to ruin it right now, so he simply takes a seat at the edge of her bed and brushes a strand of hair from her face with a loving smile on his face.

Unfortunately, her eyes start to flutter open right after withdrawing his hand. She looks around for a couple of seconds, and Taehyung inwardly curses at himself for waking her up. But her eyes then fall on him, and a bright smile starts growing on her lips.

“Daddy, you’re home!“ She croaks with her voice still raspy from her slumber. She starts to sit up and rubs the sleep from her eyes before she crawls over to him and wraps her little arms around his neck.

“Here I am, darling,“ with a low chuckle, he rubs her back a few times until she unwraps herself from him again and giggles as a result of him sneakily tickling her sides, where he knows she’s the most ticklish.

“Uncle Jungkook said you were with ___, is that true?” She then asks with the most innocent glint in her eyes.

Taehyung bites back a smile as he looks at her big, awaiting stares, seeing how she obviously wishes for one specific answer. “Yes, we had to talk about something.”

“About what?” She asks, tilting her head to the side.

With a chuckle, Taehyung pokes her belly and makes her giggle once again, “adult stuff you’re too small to understand, young, noisy lady.”

Still giggling, Hyejin tries to fight her Daddy’s hand to make him stop tickling her, which she eventually manages. But her little laughter suddenly dies down again, and her expression turns more serious as she’s obviously about to ask him something else.

“Daddy?” She murmurs, fiddling with her little hands while she doesn’t dare to look at her father.

Taehyung hums, quietly waiting for her to ask the question that’s so obviously burning on her tongue already.

“Is ___ your girlfriend?” Her question comes out in a barely-audible whisper, and Taehyung would’ve missed it if he hadn't already expected it.

He smiles at her, admiring the way her cheeks have gained color after she just asked him that specific question.

“I saw you kiss her, and you bought her flowers… and since none of you wanted to tell me anything, I asked Jihoon about it, and he said that it means she is your girlfriend.”

Taehyung cannot help but roll his eyes while still sporting that grin on his lips, “Jihoon really is Mr. know-it-all, isn’t he?” He watches how Hyejin nods her head in agreement and nervously starts to nibble on her lip.

“But Daddy,” she whines, getting impatient with his lack of answer, “was he right? Is ___ your girlfriend?”

“Hmm,” Taehyung purses his lips, acting as if he has to think, “would you like her to be my girlfriend?” he watches with a teasing smile how she once again nods her head immediately while hugging her knees. “Then I guess it is a good thing I asked her yesterday if she wants to be my girlfriend.”

Hyejin gasps loudly, eyes almost bulging out of her head in excitement while she looks at her Dad with anticipation. “And what did she say, Daddy?! Did she say yes?!”

Taehyung laughs, ruffling her hair a little, “she said that it would be an honor for her to be my girlfriend and that she never wanted anything more inner life—“

“Didn’t exactly happen like that, but if it helps you sleep better at night, then sure.“ A third voice, that undoubtedly belongs to none other than you, interrupts him.

You’re leaning against Hyejin’s door frame, wearing a loving smile on your lips as you look at the two.

Originally, you just wanted to check where Taehyung was and if Hyejin was already awake to call her for dinner. But by the time you reached the top of the stairs, their voices were already coming towards you. Shortly after, you noticed that they were talking about you. And being your curious self, you decided to check it out, resulting in the current situation.

Smirking at Taehyung, you’re just about to scold him for over-exaggerating again in front of Hyejin when the little Mochi already comes running towards you, calling your name in absolute joy.

She looks up at you with bright, glistening eyes while hugging your legs as if her life depended on it. “___, Daddy is your boyfriend!” She screeches while jumping up and down in excitement.

You laugh, trying to hug her back as best as you can, but the position you’re currently in isn’t really ideal. “Let’s see if he behaves, and then we’ll talk again,” you joke, seeing how Taehyung locks his mouth shut with an imaginary key and throws it somewhere behind him.

It makes Hyejin giggle, and you as well, amused by his silliness.

“I can't believe the birthday-fairy really granted me my wish!” She beams, looking between you and Taehyung.

“The birthday-fairy?” You ask, seeing Taehyung peek at you sheepishly. Never before have you heard anything about a particular “birthday-fairy” but to be honest, after the baby-making story, nothing can surprise you anymore.

“Ah, you know, last year Hyejin really wanted the Barbie camper, but she didn't get it on her birthday.” Taehyung starts to explain right before Hyejin takes over.

“And then uncle Joon told me about how everybody has a wish on their birthday when they blow out the candles on their cake. And then the birthday-fairy will hear about it and maybe even make the wish come true,” she says.

“Believe it or not, the next day, uncle Joon actually came around with the Barbie camper!” Taehyung feigns excitement, letting you see how much he actually did not approve of it.

“The silly fairy accidentally took it to his house instead of ours,” Hyejin giggles.

You bite your lip, trying to hide a giggle as you watch the little angel be so excited about a non-existent fairy.

“What did you wish for this year? I totally forgot to ask,” Taehyung's voice brings her attention back to him.

“I wished for ___ to be your girlfriend,” she simply smiles. “And she made my wish come true.”

You only gape at her, feeling your heart clench at her words. Taehyung seems to have a similar reaction, seeing how he doesn't say anything as well for a short while.

“Baby, you wasted your only wish on that?” You breathe, stroking her hair delicately while you try to keep it together and not start to cry with how much love you have for her.

“It wasn't a waste,” she furiously shakes her head, ”it came true!”

Biting your lip, you look at Taehyung, seeing how he's already looking at you as well, winking when his gaze meets yours.

“This means, Daddy, you, me, uncle Jungkook, and uncle Joon can finally be a real family!“ Hyejin then says, once again squealing in excitement as she looks between you and Taehyung, who’s about to come closer to you as well.

“We were a real family before, too, Hyejin,” Taehyung chuckles, thankfully not taking her words to heart. “And even before ___ joined us, we were a real family,” he informs her, stroking her hair lovingly.

You nod in agreement, stroking her chubby cheek that has gained color since she started her conversation with her Dad. “He’s right, baby. Families come in different shapes and forms. That’s what I tried to tell you before. There’s no right or wrong.”

You don’t necessarily expect her to understand the meaning of what you told her just yet, but in a way, you feel like Taehyung should hear it as well.

You remember how in the past, he always seemed to struggle with the thought that Hyejin might be missing something. However, that’s far from the truth. You are sure that she has never really lacked anything and never will. She has far too many people in her life who care about her for that to ever happen.

“Alright, go into the kitchen, honey. Jungkook is waiting for us. He says he’s about to die from starvation any minute.” Ruffling her hair and making her giggle, you usher her out of her room so you can finally eat, but just when you’re about to follow her, you feel Taehyung holding you back.

Holding your arm, he suddenly turns you around, and you’re instantly met with a bright smile on his lips.

“What is it?” You chuckle, slinging your arms around his shoulder right when his own are going around your waist.

“That went more than well, didn’t it?” He grins, already leaning forward.

“Did you expect that it would not go smoothly?” You raise a brow in question and watch how he shakes his head instead.

“No, I knew it would. It’s just… just thank you.” He places a kiss on your lips, but it only lasts as a peck because you gently push him back with one hand on his chest, looking at him questionably.

“What are you thanking me for?”

“Just for agreeing to tell her right away. That really means a lot to me, and I know it does to her as well. She already had a hunch anyway. Apparently, Jihoon is an expert when it comes to relationships,” he rolls his eyes while talking about his daughter’s best male friend. And you cannot help but laugh at that, seeing how easily annoyed he gets when it comes to the little boy. Talk about overprotective…

“First of all, you don't have to thank me for that. We discussed this together, and both felt it would make the most sense. Not to forget that it was definitely the right decision. And secondly,” you quickly lean up to kiss his pouty lips, “what did I tell you regarding Jihoon?”

With a playful frown on your face, you give Taehyung a testing look, which makes him let out a big, defeated sigh. “I will still keep an eye on him. You can’t stop me from doing that.”

“Hey, if that’s what really makes you happy, I’m not going to stand in your way.”

“You are what really makes me happy.” He breathes against your lips, already smirking because he knows your reaction to it before you even have the chance to react.

“Eww,” just as expected, you contort your face before you start laughing, and Taehyung joins in almost immediately.

“Don’t act as if you don’t like it when I’m being a giant cheese ball,” he says before sealing your lips with his.

The both of you kiss for a while until Taehyung suddenly breaks your kiss. Cocking a brow to ask him what’s up, you see how he abruptly frowns. “He took her to a bar, ___. I—”

You immediately fall into a fit of laughter as soon as those words leave his lips, feeling Taehyung bury his face in your neck with a deep groan as to try and flee from reality.

“He didn’t even know what he did wrong. He kept asking me about it after you went to the bathroom.” Even if you cannot see his face right now, you can feel him also letting out a couple of laughs because of the movements of his chest against yours.

“And you’re sure this is the life you want to live?” He nervously asks, lifting his head to look at you again.

“Wouldn’t wanna live another,” you nod, offering him your biggest smile.

Satisfied with your answer, Taehyung leans forward once more. But unfortunately, you don't get any further before Jungkook's voice can be heard from downstairs, impatiently demanding that you both finally come down to eat.

Sighing in disappointment, you already move away from him, but he's quick to place a last kiss onto your lips, savoring the moment the best he can. And when he pulls back again, he simply offers you a wink before he takes your hand and leads you down the stairs to the two waiting children.

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