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rinsko · 2 days ago

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THAT FUNNY LITTLE GIRL ♡ GOJO SATORU

he hopes this lifetime will be enough to love.

papa! gojo washes his baby’s hair, what could go wrong! jumping thru the timeline, multiple times. sfw, fluff. approx. two thousand word count. he is filled to the brim with love.

“daddy?” his baby calls for him, satoru, who happens to be sitting right beside her bathtub— criss-crossed legs, paying less and less mind to the cold tile floor that’s making his skin shiver, and more on what she has to say.

“yeah baby?” he’s just down the hall, but you’ve begun to pick apart how his voice, with every syllable, sounds so fond when he speaks to her: his very precious girl.

you hear the gentle hum she hums for a quick second, the mumbling, jumbling of her words as she sorts out what she wants to say and then, “why’s the sky blue?”

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there’s a bathtub marker in her hand when she asks, the very same ones satoru was so incredibly persistent on buying at your last shopping store run—

“bathtub markers?” he hears the quirk in your eyebrow before he has a chance to see it, holding the pack of eight in his hand like it’s the greatest invention yet.

“yup! we need them!” he stands side by side with his mini me— matching pairs of silly puppy dog eyes appear on their faces and a dramatic pout fixed to both their lips.

he whispers what he thinks you won’t hear, covering his lips behind the palm of his hand as he kneels to her side. “pst…” he hisses comically loud, “we need to say please, sunshine.”

“pease!” no please, (she’s much cuter about this whole ordeal than he is—) she nods her head as she swings her feet back and forth, fluttering without a sound.

could you guess what’s harder than saying no to her? satoru would vote it’s probably saying: goodbye!

your heart aches lovingly, too impossible to resist— “‘toru, it sounds like you want them more than she does.” grabbing the bundle of markers, you flip them to the side, skimming through its directions and their warnings.

“me?!” he says in the least dramatic tone he could possibly mutter, “are you denying our baby of an artistic future?” and then there’s a hand over his face again. he covers the gasping motion he’s currently molded into, “that she’s not destined to be the next picasso?”

“she’s three! how would you know?” funny grins paint over both your faces because it’s a bittersweet thought: her future, who’ll she be and what’ll become of her.

“there’s an artist inside that little heart, i can feel it.” he’s determined to stick to the skit, crossing his arms over his chest and puffing with a promising certainty for it all.

it’s even funnier when he knows he’s won too: when you hand over the markers to your baby’s pudgy fingers, he has that face plastered on. same one as every other time he’s won you over on something hilariously trivial.

“so honey,” focusing, you decide to actively ignore the cutest dimples on the corner of his smile, “what will you draw when you get home today?”

“f’owers” she points at the red marker, “more for you!” an obvious reference to the dozen roses she’s seen on the dinner table.

“you’re so sweet! i know you’ll draw me the prettiest flowers, my love!” you kiss the tip of her nose as tiny pearly whites form a cheeky smile in return— “ahem.” satoru follows slowly behind you both as you begin to stroll down the aisle again.

“and for daddy,” the coast is clear so you take the chance to stop and spread your arms as wide as you can, “you draw him the biggest, blue sky that matches his eyes!”

she giggles at the dramatics, your stretched out arms and satoru’s loving gaze directed toward you— she mimics these two things. “big sky ‘nd daddy!” and it’s true, your satoru carries the big sky wherever he goes.

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“uhmm..” he thinks hard about it, rubbing the nape of his neck, setting his glasses down to the side— how exactly do you explain the color of the sky to a toddler?

he scoots in a little closer now, splashing sounds echoing around while she fidgets with the other toys in the bath, “so, the light from mr. sun is made of all the colors of the rainbow. do you know which ones?”

satoru picks out the markers in the same exact pattern he’s memorized— red, orange, yellow, green in her hand, blue, and the purple that seems the closest to violet.

she doesn’t sound very interested, yet. but you doubt it as long as there’s paddling turtles wound up and clicking across the bubbly water; her attention’s obviously elsewhere.

satoru uncaps the yellow marker first: forming one big, rigid circle against the shower wall that represents the sun— followed by streaks of all the other colors in his hands stretching away from it, representing light.

“like this,” he says, “all the colors of the rainbow.” he returns the green marker she had at first, happily holding onto the object again.

“but ms. earth,” a cake of blue forms as the felt tip rolls around in one spot, “likes blue the best. so, she makes her sky blue.” and with that, your baby blinks up at him like a doll— eyelashes pinched into the perfect curl, and he wonders if he’s only confused her even more.

“oh.” it’s funny how somber-toned she sounds— oh, the same tone you’d use after hearing the most unbelievable truth (or a lie!) the utter shock, the disbelief… that oh.

“just kidding!” he gleams brightly now as she watches. apparently, it had been enough to grab her attention even for the slimmest second.

satoru drops the markers back in the bathtub net where she had placed them, settling within her reach.

“the sky’s blue because daddy’s eyes are blue.”

and if he gleams, his baby does too, “i knew it!”

(he promises to explain himself to you a little later. surely, hopefully, you must forgive him and his little, white lie!)

“oh, you did?” satoru settles his knees as close as he can to the tub now, minimizing all the space he can as he reaches for the shampoo bottle on the edge of the tub, “isn’t my little girl so clever? yes, the smartest!”

she giggles, water splashing around as she moves closer towards her daddy’s arms— completely used to this routine by now, “mm, like papa.”

once he squeezes the bottle, he thinks his heart’s being squeezed too. watching chamomile-scented soap pour onto the palm of his hands, he smiles. “you think i’m clever, sunshine?”

“sometimes.” but she’s off in her own little world again, drawing on the wall with her favorite turtle beside her.

he supposes he will take what he can get.

with a gentle rinse to her hair, satoru begins to form a gentle lather along the crown of her head, “i want to be a clever daddy for you,” he says.

you know it comes with no thought, as if the words have simply fallen out and onto his tongue before they’ve finally reached his head, “a good papa.”

and it’s happened so frequently, he jokes with you about how she must have some sort of technique to pull out the honest truth from anyone— even without trying to.

“you just love her, satoru.”

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amidst the grogginess of the morning and eyes closed shut, you tell him that much. it’s all you can grumble out when your firefly of a husband rises before the sun.

he claims it’s early morning clarity— when your mind is filled with everything and nothing. all you can do it spill your heart out. not much you can do to help it.

he loves this part of the day with you.

“i do. a lot.” he says in one lasting breath, just before shifting from being your big spoon to peek over at the baby monitor on his bedside table for the… nth time.

if she didn’t make him feel like his entire life was worth it, maybe he wouldn’t look at her so often. but she does, not even aware of it, with a leg dangling off the bed. plushies used for pillows rather than the pillows themselves.

it doesn’t scare him as much as it used to: the act of loving, and the acting of expressing it— the act of admitting just how much he does.

“she loves you too.”

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with the soapy suds spilling over his knuckles, between his fingers and the strands of her hair, satoru notices something new.

he twirls a finger around the ends of her hair, strands strong and smooth— as he realizes they’re starting to curve around the shell of her ear on its own, when he doesn’t remember it doing that before.

and as he lowers his gaze, the soapy lather following along, he sees the longest strands of his baby’s hair are bound to meet the back of her neck. nape, ears and shoulders all meeting someone new.

satoru forgets that time goes by fast, especially when you’re filled with love to spare. “when did you start growing up so fast, sunshine?”

she shrugs.

the strength in his knees give out, landing him right back down onto the tile floor; feet tucked underneath his body. “it’s too fast.” he murmurs so lowly, you can barely catch on to what’s been said.

too fast to watch her go— but don’t say it out loud, satoru doesn’t have the heart to finish or hear the rest.

she’ll be able to say please, even without him asking her to. she’ll be able to pronounce her l’s until she loses her two front teeth. she’ll hold onto his hand, and he’ll hold onto her.

then, it’ll be time for school. and she’ll be leaving his side as a big girl now, with a lunch bag he’s packed and a slipping backpack over her shoulder— yes, inevitably, that’s going to happen too, just as he has before.

and if that’s right around the corner, then so is every other phase, inevitably— and the rest of her life from then on. it’s going to happen one day: where satoru’s baby is no longer a baby and he will have to let her go.

“‘toru.” he turns to you, towel in hand, pressing weight against the wall’s edge. “what’re you weepin’ about now, baby?”

your daughter turns to face him in a heartbeat, curious.

“crying?” voice trembling, he nudges his cheek into his sleeve in attempts to hide any evidence, big hands still in need of rinsing along with her hair. “who’s crying?”

stepping closer, you hang the towel over the hook before sitting right next to his side, “because you never cry, especially at random times.” you poke once at his ribs.

“you’re starting to get me, sweetness.” then, he dips his fingers into the water, bubbly foam parting ways from his skin. it falls down her shoulders when he rinses her off, all done with the bath, and having a little time to play.

you watch him for a while, trying to identify the cause and while trying to make small talk— you mention something without much thought, “her hair has gotten a lot longer now.”

his voice, it’s tinier than you’ve ever expected it to be, “i know…” a sniffle divides his sentence, a proper pause, “she’s growing up so fast.”

“ah… so, that’s what this is about.”

you rest your head over his shoulder, still feeling as in love as ever, “you’re cute, you know that?” he rests his in return. “we still have hundreds of days together.” you watch the way she draws on the wall, enjoying her happiness as if it were your own.

“it doesn’t feel like enough.” he says.

“i don’t think it’ll ever be enough.” no, it never will. “maybe we’re greedy like that, honey.” yes, you know this.

he knows he is. because there’s a bright sun in the blue sky with red roses to bring it all together, just like she promised.

“finished!” she looks back at you two, hands in the air in celebration of her brand new masterpiece being born.

“oh! they’re so pretty!” sweet enthusiasm in your voice, you give her all the attention in the world. “just perfect!”

you begin to ask her the little things, every detail you could think of and she could find an answer to, all while wrapping her in the warm towel you hung up earlier.

satoru’s gotten up from the floor too, taking it all in until she calls for him again, “that’s you, daddy.” she points at the blue on the wall as you carry her back to her room.

his heart screams though he’s no longer crying and he hopes this lifetime will be enough to love.

satoru hears your footsteps trickling further down the hall when your voice resounds again, “come on daddy, we need help picking out today’s pijamas!”

“pease, papa hurry!”

his heart screams though he’s no longer crying as he listens to the water flow down the drain, capturing her first piece of art on his phone, he has very little to say.

but if he had to say it and if his baby asked him to, satoru would confess: “i’m so happy. i’m so happy to love you.”

hello friends! this is a repost from my previous blog, mysugu. in the case you recognize this piece, that is (hopefully) why! thank you for reading this bit, (a second time?) he is so loved.

#gojo x reader #gojo x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #. the sky is blue because . .

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alyimoss · 21 hours ago

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YES YES YES IVE NOTICED THIS BEFORE!!!! the reverse is also true: chara calls asgore dad, but toriel is just toriel. both have a parent theyre closest with

that does make me think tho like. frisk seems to me like he would either call both parents just by their name or call both mom and dad. not pick one and leave the other. hes shown to be more considerate of the residents of xtale in later timelines than chara, whos grown much more disillusioned, hateful, and violent. chara has way fewer problems treating people more poorly because in his mind the end justifies the means and as long as the goal hes working toward is noble (which. it at first is but later twists into something completely different. but i think he still considers it noble and the "best outcome for everyone" and thats ahat matters most to him) any horrible thing he does is completely fine. hes playing on the same battlefield as xgaster, after all, so he has to adopt his same tactics. frisk, though also shown to have grown more hateful and violent and disillusioned, shows a lot more hesitation in using and/or hurting the residents of xtale.

anyway, all that to say that he just doesnt rlly strike me as the type of guy to just exclude one parent, especially if it hurts/saddens them. like i could be completely wrong and hes just got a preference contrasting charas bc siblings, but. idk.

bc chara not calling toriel mom immediately makes me think of timeline III. the timeline right after the one where chara got the father figure he yearned for. it was the first timeline to use underswap as a base instead of the original timeline. in the episode, we see both frisk and chara sitting in toriels lap. frisk is chatting happily with her, but chara looks livid

i wonder if chara refuses to call toriel mom because she hasnt been the mother he knew for so, so long. she doesn't even know it. and swap toriel taking asgores role and some if not all of his personality (depending on the interpretation), it probably felt to chara like she was trying to replace asgore. a shoddy stand in, smiling at him almost in mockery as he has to mourn the death of his father alone because noone except for him, frisk, xgaster, and alphys even know he died. for all the other residents of xtale, that series of events never happened.

toriel asks him whats wrong and he has to fight the urge to snap at her, to yell at her that she knows. she knows and shes mocking him. that shell never be him. that she shouldnt have ever dared to do something like this so close to his death. and he only barely holds that all in because he knows shes not doing this on purpose. she doesnt know what happened. she didnt ask to be remade in someone else's image. she doesn't even know she has been

the whole situation fuels his hatred of xgaster more, because now more than ever he feels like hes being toyed with. first it was just the world. just seeing what changed. and then one of the most precious things to him was taken from him by the very man who promised him the world, a marionette facsimile dangling by strings from the claws chara couldve sworn he didnt always have.

and again, its not toriels fault. but it leaves such a strong impression on him that she forever changes in his eyes. shes no longer the loving mother. shes someone who doesnt belong, someone he doesnt recognize as his own. she changed from who she was when she WAS his mom, all the way back in timelines I and II, and the mother he loved is dead. gone. erased. irreplaceable. and no matter what xtoriel does, chara can never bring himself to call her mom again

and, on the contrary, he latches to asgore hard. because hes also changed, hes not exactly as he remembers him, but hes back. hes alive. hes still asgore and hes still his father and he missed him so much. he doesnt care about the smaller details, nothing matters except the fact that his father is back. that the man who gave him hope and support and company when he felt so crushingly lonely under the weight of losing his world is back, and that means chara isnt alone anymore. hes not hopeless. and he holds to that tiny hope as tight as he can

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#i could probably try to analyze why frisk prefers toriel based on like?? associated traits. idfk #i havent slept i just spent like 6 or 7 hrs cleaning my fridge 😭😭 im exhausted #but god do i love talking abt xtale #this is actually the first time ive really considered how mocking timeline III was. esp to chara #having his father killed and knowing he wont ever come back bc the man who controls his world has decided he must become someone else #and taunted by someone who has been made his replacement without even knowing it. someone who has his mannerisms and his quirks #and his interests but its *not* him and the whole world just feels so completely wrong. everything he knew is gone and yet...#its also right in front of him #and then its all torn away yet again as xgaster overwrites faster than ever #chara doesnt even get an adjustment period or anything. he has not grown to know this world like his own #and he doesn't even get a chance #yknow. during the xevent i doubt chara had much uhh. positive interacion with cross. but.#i wonder if his sneering and teasing and complaining just grinds to a halt sometimes because something cross said sounds so much like his #(charas) life. he will never admit it #but he sees a bit of himself in cross. or a lot of himself actually. theyre pretty similar in several ways #and though he would usually be quick to make fun of cross mo matter what he says #he just cant help but remember the anger and the despair and the fear that gripped him back then and he just.#lets cross be for a while. he has no words to offer. not that hed know how even if he did. he cant offer much in terms of physical comfort #not that he ever would #but he recognizes that pain and for a brief moment remembers who the enemy is and what hes fighting for #what awaits him if he wins. why he HAS TO win #and for a second he remembers wishing for someone who could take away his suffering even temporarily #and in a quet and solemn moment he just. lets cross weep over the world forever gone #and pretends he himself isnt thinking of a home he year s for just as bad #anyway i almsot passed out like six times wroting this. im genuinely starting to see shit lmao #hopefully the tags wont get deleted.....#finking #rebog

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letstalkaboutfandomsbaby · 14 hours ago

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Omg, I read and reread your fitness influencer x chubby cooking influencer like five or six times already! Would you consider writing more parts to it, please?

Omg i would love to, lemme cook for a sec sksksk

CW: chubby fem cooking influencer reader x fitness influencer fave, fluff, smut, mentions of internet trolls being mean, not proofread i am sorry sksksk

So, chubby cooking influencer reader and fitness influencer

A match made in heaven tbh sksksk

But it's very normal at first! Like i said in my original post, reader and fitness influencer (i.e. your fave) just start the relationship with simple conversation

Your likes, dislikes, hobbies, interests, you chat about it all on social media!

His instagram has a lot of tagged photos of your recipes that he tries, as well as photos of him at the gym

His youtube is mostly vlogs of his days as an influencer and workouts and all that

He's always very good about tagging you, even if he just mentions your channel in passing, he's tagging you in the description AND comments

And you always thank him in his dms for tagging you

He starts expecting it now, seeing your notification and it brightens his day

He plays it cool tho, always thanking you in return and asking how your day is going

Which of course leads to conversations about other things (what did you do today, what did you eat, what are you up to)

He likes you, he really likes you

But he tries to be suave, just being nice at first, but he's always thinking of you tbh

At the gym, at home, when he's eating, in the shower, in bed 😏

He ends up jerking off to you quite a bit, though he won't admit it, he's too shy for that sksksk

He does ask about the general area you live in and gets excited when he finds out how close you are

Takes a lot of guts but he ends up asking you on a date, offering to pay for a nice meal and a movie if you want

Does a fist bump and jump when you accept sksksk

He dresses nice for your date, opting to wear dress pants and a tight button up shirt to show off his muscles

BUT YOU?? OMG YOU LOOK SO CUTE

You've got on a yellow sundress with flowers and white heels and a sun hat and he is just UGH so obsessed with you

Date goes well. He's happy to see you eating freely and without a care about how he may think, plus you get dessert and you lick cream off your lips and he has to excuse himself to go to the bathroom and calm himself down bc he got a boner 😔

Before the date ends, he asks you if you two can do this again, and you turn bashful

"You really want to hang out with me again??" you ask with big doe eyes

"Of course I do. I wanna date you, Y/N. And fuck you the way you deserve"

....is what he wishes he said sksksk

But instead he just nods, screaming inside bc you are honestly just so precious

You go on a second date, and a third, and a fourth and a fifth and honestly he is getting a little frustrated bc you have not even tried to hold his hand yet

He tried making the first move, but you're always just out of reach, just a little too far away from him to do anything

He agonizes over it a little bit, asking his gym bros what he should do

"Maybe she's just not into you dude"

"Just grab her and kiss her dude"

"I don't know man, i like men, not women"

They're no help tbh sksksk

He just decides to ask you on your next date and figure out why you won't initiate things with him

When he asks you, your eyes go wide and he thinks that if you could blush, your whole body would turn red

"What?! This whole time we've been going on dates?! I thought you just liked food as much as me and wanted to share it!"

He feels like he's gonna bang his head against a wall sksksk

TO BE FAIR! When he asks you out, he always refers to it as "hanging out" so you can't be blamed for getting confused

You decide to sit down with some ice cream and talk about how you both feel

He admits that he's been crushing on you for a while before you met and that he wanted to date you

You shyly admit that you find him very attractive but thought he was out of your league so you never considered that he could have feelings for you he's gonna crack his head open on the pavement omg sksksk

He reassures you that he genuinely likes you and is attracted to you and wants to have a romantic relationship with you

It's hard for you to believe, he's just so handsome and big and strong, is this real life or a dream??

You decide to let him prove it to you with more dates uwu

You start getting closer to him, letting him put his arm around around you, holding your hand

You're very anxious when he tries to kiss you, but once it happens it feels like fireworks are going off in your brain

You really like kissing him, just because he's always so gentle and he's so close and he's warm

You really, really like him 🥺

But don't worry sweet love, he likes you just as much if not more sksksk

He's so obsessed with you it's honestly kind of silly sksksk

He thinks about you all the time! And he wants to be with you all the time! He feels like he's gonna explode every time you show up to a date in a cute outfit!

He wants to make the relationship official and exclusive, so he asks to make a vlog with you

You agree! Not only do you think it would be good traction for your channel, but it would be nice to spend the day with him :)

You both bring your cameras on the day of the vlog!

You start by getting breakfast, showing off your coffees

He gets annoyed that you JUST have a coffee, but you swear it fills you up and he lets it slide as long as you eat a good lunch

Then you go to the gym together! You just hang out on the treadmill while he does his weight lifting

Tbh he's very distracted by your outfit, your leggings make your ass look so fucking good, and he would've been fucked if he didn't have a spotter

Then you go to lunch and you gush about the food and the restaurant and he's infatuated with you 💕

You turn the camera towards him and he's just got a lovesick look on his face

Then you go to a movie and then you go to his apartment for dinner!

You cook dinner together, making a meal that the both of you can enjoy, one that is nutritious AND delicious

You finish the vlog by showing off your finished plates and talking about what a fun day you had :)

You're ready to pack up your stuff and go home, but he asks if you'd like to stay and hang out a bit more

You oblige. You're dating now so it makes sense for yall to spend more time together

You decide to cuddle up and watch a movie, but 20 minutes in, you guys are making out on his couch sksksk

Things get hot and heavy pretty quick, and now his hand is going up your shirt and he's squeezing your waist and you start getting shy 😔

Does he really want you? Is he really interested in you? Is he sure that he wants you and your body?

But then your leg moves and rubs against his crotch and good lordy you can feel his boner 😳

Ok, goodbye insecurities, he's def into you and you're gonna get your man 😏

You go to the bedroom, undress, and oh boy he is enamored by you

Your breasts, your thighs, your BELLY?? You're gorg and he's obsessed

But he's not the only one drooling sksksk has he seen himself lately? He's sculpted like a god, you can't believe you scored a guy like him

AND NOT TO MENTION HIS COCK SKSKSK like that thing is long and thick, you're genuinely wondering if it's gonna fot

The two of you spend a good five minutes just staring at each other and complimenting each others' physiques

Eventually you get to the sex part sksksk but there's a lot of praise along the way

He's so cute the way he kisses down your body and spreads your legs and nuzzles into your mound

He's not too bad at giving head. You have to give him a little direction but he gets the hang of it and makes you cum

You admit that you're a little scared of sucking his dick so he doesn't make you, you just go to the main event

You're not sure if you should let him hit it raw but you're too impatient to let him get a condom, you're on birth control and you need that dick NOW

He slides in very easily, you are unbelievably wet and oh my god, if he doesn't focus then he'll cum so easily

He fits inside you so well, filling you up just right without any pain

It's such a good fit, his cock feels soooooo good inside you

And then he starts thrusting and all bets are off

The sex is so fucking good, oh my GOD

He just keeps hitting your sweet spots and rubbing your clit and oh god you're cumming already

Your cunt squeezes him so deliciously and you're so pretty and cute when you cum and holy fuck the noises you make are just sinful and he needs to slow down bc if he doesnt he's not gonna last long

He makes you cum three times before he pulls out and cums all over your tummy

Thinks you look so cute covered in his cum 🥴

He ends up cleaning you off with his tongue which just makes you needy again and you ask him oh so sweetly if he can fuck you one more time and whoops now his cock is hard again, guess he's gotta fuck you 🤷‍♀️

You guys go at it all night, eventually showering and going to bed around 4am

Of course you sleep over, ain't no way in hell he's letting you leave after all that

You sleep in together and when you wake up he makes you breakfast 🥺💕

He uploads his vlog after editing it the next day, and you upload yours

Your comments are very sweet at first, congratulating you on your new relationship with this other influencer

But then they turn mean :( people start to say that you're not good enough for him, why is he even with you, he should be with this other fitness influencer instead :(

He is pissed. His fans are attacking you on your page 😡

He makes a video the next day and posts it where he explains that he loves you and is happy with you and that until the hate comments stop, he will not be posting on his page

He helps you delete and mute and block and filter comments and users

He's very upset about this entire experience

"I guess you don't want to be with me anymore, huh?" you ask

He's offended and hurt!

"Why would you say that?"

"Well, you saw what they said. Maybe you should be with someone better..."

"What are you talking about? I love you, Y/N. You're perfect for me and I don't want anyone else. Do you just not want to be with me?"

"No! I do! I just... worry that I'm not good enough for you..."

He grabs your hands and makes you look at him

"Y/N, you are perfect to me. I couldn't ask for anyone better. I love you and I want to be with you. Please don't let these trolls dictate your life."

You're still hurt by the comments, but your feelings for him overpower the negative things you're feeling

You keep dating, and as time goes on, you care less and less about the comments that were made about your relationship

You continue with your channel and vlogs with him and enjoy your life

You still get backlash every now and then from obsessed friends, but when that happens, you just turn your computer off and go on about your day

Negativity can really affect your life, but he's always there to cheer you up and fuck you stupid so you forget all those mean comments sksksk

You become the "it" couple in the fitness and cooking communities, everyone thinks you're so so cute together and such a good match, so fuck those online trolls! Your cooking besties and his gym bros love you two together and that's all that matters 💕

I imagine he proposes after a year of dating, not wanting to waste any more time without you

He proposes at your favorite restaurant, but you say no :(

To be fair, your reasons are justified. You guys have rarely had arguments, you haven't gone through many trials in your life, you don't even live together! How can you be sure that he's the one when you haven't truly struggled with him yet?

He understands, although he's diappointed 😔

On the bright side, you suggest moving in to an apartment together once your leases are up! And he's very happy about that :)

You guys adopt some kitty cats after you move in together! You adopt two kittens from the same litter and you love them so so much, they often appear in your vlogs and sometimes you do cat reviews like on cat trees and toys and stuff

He encourages you to go to the gym for health reasons, but he doesn't push it. He just wants you to take care of yourself so you can be around for as long as possible 💕

He's gained a little bit of pudge! He's still strong as hell, but he's got a little layer of fat over some of his muscles like his abs, he's just not as sculpted now

It's bc he can't resist your food sksksk

But you're still very attracted to him so he doesn't care so much

Overall, beautiful love story, match made in heaven 💕

#ask #☀️ asks #smut #chubby reader

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00valentina-writes00 · 3 days ago

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just saw your NSFW alphabet for Abby and I was wondering if you could do one for Greyson???

♡♥︎NSFW Alphabet – Grayson♥︎♡

A = Aftercare

Grayson is the definition of attentive aftercare. Once the heat of the moment fades, she’s pulling you against her chest, stroking your hair, and murmuring soft praise. She makes sure you’re hydrated, comfortable, and basking in the warmth of her presence. If she was rough, expect her to be extra gentle—rubbing soothing circles on your back, whispering, “Did so well for me, sweetheart.”

B = Body Part

On you? She has a thing for your thighs and hips, gripping them possessively while she takes you apart. Loves leaving bruises from her fingers digging in. On herself? Probably her hands—she knows how much you love watching them, how they can reduce you to a whimpering mess. She’ll use them against you too, teasingly flexing her fingers when she knows you’re staring.

C = Cum

She’s meticulous about control, but when she finally lets go? It’s a lot—deep groans, body trembling as she rides it out. If she’s using a strap, she’ll pin you down and watch while you cum, making sure you don’t stop until she’s satisfied. If it’s her fingers or tongue? She wants you to be messy—dripping, shaking, unable to think. Miss girl will -with no shame- lick her fingers like its finger lickin' good

D = Dirty Secret

She has absolutely imagined bending you over her desk in her office—multiple times. Sometimes when she’s in meetings, her mind drifts, picturing you sprawled across the polished wood, begging for her. It makes her shift in her chair, jaw tightening as she forces herself to focus. One of these days, she will make it happen.

E = Experience

Grayson knows what she’s doing—she’s confident, calculated, and intentional in bed. Every movement has purpose; she reads your body like an open book. She’s the type who learns you—figures out what makes you squirm and never forgets.

F = Favorite Position

Loves having you on your knees in front of her—watching you look up at her with those pleading eyes while she tugs your hair, keeping you in place. But she also adores bending you over something solid—her Kitchen counter, the arm of the couch, even just pressing you against the wall. Anything that lets her keep full control.

G = Goofy

Not overtly playful, but she has a dry, teasing sense of humor. If you’re being bratty, she’ll chuckle darkly and say something like, “Oh, you think that’s funny, do you? Let’s see how much you’re laughing when I’m done with you.” Her smirk alone is enough to make your knees weak.

H = Hair

Neatly trimmed but not completely bare. She keeps it well-groomed because she likes things clean, but she’s not obsessive about it.

I = Intimacy

Depends on her mood. She can be rough, controlling, merciless—but when she’s feeling softer, she makes love to you like you’re the most precious thing in the world. She’s big on eye contact, making sure you feel seen in every moment.

J = Jack Off

She doesn’t do it often—she has discipline, patience—but when she does, it’s because she’s been thinking about you. She won’t admit it, but there have been nights she’s gotten off just imagining the way you sound when you’re falling apart under her touch.

K = Kinks

Power dynamics – She thrives on control. Loves when you submit fully to her.

Praise kink – She loves giving praise. Calls you good girl while ruining you.

Spanking – If you’re being bratty? Expect her to flip you over her lap.

Overstimulation – Loves pushing you past your limits, watching you shake.

Light bondage – Pinning your wrists down, tying them behind your back—she lives for it.

L = Location

Her office—but she hasn’t acted on it yet (she really wants to) Otherwise, the bedroom is her preferred setting, but she will take you against the wall of any room in her house if she’s desperate.

M = Motivation

You teasing her in public? That does it. Calling her name in a needy little whimper? That definitely does it. She also gets turned on by power—knowing she has full control over you, watching you melt under her hands.

N = No

She refuses to do anything that would make you feel unsafe or uncomfortable. She’s not into anything too degrading—she wants to build you up, not break you down.

O = Oral

Fucking incredible at it. She’s calculated—pays attention to every reaction, every sound. She’ll take her time, dragging it out until you’re shaking, then pull back just to smirk at you. “What’s wrong, baby? Thought you could handle this?”

P = Pace

Controlled, calculated. She knows exactly when to go slow and when to absolutely ruin you. She can last multiple rounds without breaking a sweat.

Q = Quickie

She enjoys them, but only if you’re truly desperate for her. She prefers taking her time, but if you push her into a quickie, expect her to keep you on edge all day—she will finish the job later.

R = Risk

She’s willing to experiment, but she’s not reckless. Anything new has to be discussed first.

S = Stamina

She can go for hours—controlled, steady, unrelenting. And she doesn’t stop after just one round. She wants you spent, shaky, barely able to keep your eyes open by the time she’s finished with you.

T = Toys

She enjoys using them on you, but she doesn’t need them—her hands and mouth are more than enough. But if you ask sweetly? She’ll strap in and ruin you properly.

U = Unfair

Oh, she’s cruel when she teases. Slow, lingering touches that never go where you need them. Whispering filthy things in your ear while keeping you just on the edge. She loves making you beg.

V = Volume

Not loud, but the deep groans and breathy sighs she lets out? Ruins you. She’s a talker, too—constant praise, control, teasing. “That’s it, sweetheart. Just like that.”

W = Wild Card

She has a possessive streak. If someone flirts with you in public, she’ll stay calm, but later? She’s pinning you against the wall, murmuring, “You’re mine, aren’t you?” just to hear you say it back.

X = X-Ray

Full, soft breasts but with muscle definition beneath. Strong thighs, and down below? Neatly trimmed, always warm, and devastatingly skilled.

Y = Yearning

She has a Mediocre sex drive, and she’s controlled about it. She’s not needy—she enjoys the slow buildup, the tension, the anticipation.

Z = Zzzzz

She stays awake for a while after, stroking your back, making sure you’re okay. But once she knows you’re taken care of? She wraps herself around you and sleeps like a rock.

#arcane grayson #grayson arcane #grayson x you #grayson x reader #Grayson x female reader #arcane #arcane x reader #arcane x female reader #arcane x you #arcane x y/n

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koiiiji · 1 day ago

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Hiiii

Can you do a senrio where Busan crew heads babysit jinrang's daughter? 😶

Also I love your writings

little boss

author's note ; hiiii! thank u hun <3 HELL YES I CANNNNN!! i bet uncle Baek gonna be best nanny to Jinrang's kid, and since whole busan highly respect him, they would melt if they find out about daddys lil princess🥺🥺

summary ; dad have some busy time after long absence in prison, but thankfully you have a lot of uncles who are happy to look after their boss kid.

Baek Sang had never been more honored in his life.

Jinrang had barely stepped out of prison, but he was already back to work, making up for lost time. and while he handled things, he left his most precious treasure in Baek’s care.

his daughter.

he stood in Jinrang’s office, arms crossed as he leaned against the wall. across from him, the king of Busan was watching him with sharp, expectant eyes.

“she’s six, Baek. six.” Jinrang’s tone was calm, but there was an undeniable weight behind his words.

Baek straightened his posture slightly. “of course, hyungnim. i understand.”

“do you?” Jinrang narrowed his eyes. “because i’m trusting you with her for the day, and i swear, if she so much as scrapes her knee, i’m taking yours in return.”

Baek swallowed. “i totally understand the weight of this task, boss.”

Jinrang glanced down at you. you were standing beside him, tiny hands gripping his pant leg, eyes peeking up at Baek with caution.

“she’s a little shy,” Jinrang muttered, ruffling your hair gently. “give her some time. she’ll warm up to you.”

you blinked at your father, hesitated, then nodded ever so slightly.

Baek Sang prided himself on being a lot of things: Jinrang’s right-hand man, a formidable force in Busan, and an expert in handling business matters. but now he gonna be something far more important.

Jinrang sighed. “be good, kid. i’ll be back soon.”

and with that, Baek was officially on babysitting duty.

he gonna be an uncle. the best uncle. in the world.

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Baek practically vibrated with excitement as he held your tiny hand, like a proud father, while driving down the streets of Busan.

“i promise, little lady,” he declared, grinning ear to ear, imagining how good he gonna spoil you, “you’re gonna have the best day ever. uncle Baek has a whole plan — candy, arcade, more candy, maybe some ice cream...”

you blinked up at him. “dad said no too much sugar.”

Baek scoffed. “yeah, yeah. but what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right?”

and before he could continue spoiling you, his phone buzzed. a meeting. with other affiliates heads in Busan.

Baek’s face fell. but… this was his work too. and Jinrang trusted him to handle both.

which meant… he was bringing you along.

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the second Baek stepped into the meeting room with you in his arms, the entire room froze.

men who were feared across Busan — leaders of other affiliates, powerful men who could end someone’s life with a snap of their fingers — suddenly looked like they had forgotten how to breathe.

you peeked out cautiously from Baek’s shoulder, tiny fingers gripping his jacket. the number of unfamiliar faces was overwhelming, and you instinctively curled in closer to him, pressing your cheek to his chest.

Baek smiled warmly. “aww, what happened to all that confidence, huh?”

silence.

then, a cough..

then —

“who’s this?” one of them finally asked, staring at the child in disbelief.

Baek rolled his eyes, on the one who asked such stupid question. “this is the boss’s kid.” puffed up his chest with pride, “i’m babysitting.”

a pause. then another.

the fearsome, battle-hardened leaders of Busan’s underworld stared at you, the little girl, who hid behind Baek’s leg, peeking out at them with wide eyes.

a pause. and in a second atmosphere changed at 180 degrees.

“oh my god, she’s adorable.”

“she looks just like little princess.”

“does she like sweets? i have candy.”

Baek watched in utter satisfaction as the meeting room transformed from a den of criminals into a daycare full of cooing uncles.

“Baek hyungnim,” one of the heads cleared his throat and whispered on Baek ear. “with all due respect, it’s kinda hard to focus on business when the boss’s kid is staring at us like that.”

he glanced at you. you were indeed surrounded and you were staring — big, hesitant eyes watching men bustling around you from behind Baek's jacket.

Baek had barely opened his mouth when one of the older gangsters jerked his chin toward five young figures.

“you guys. babysitting duty.”

all five froze and exclaimed in unison, clearly unsatisfied with such tasks, “WHAT??!!”

“keep the little boss entertained. that’s an order.”

Hyunjin Jin sighed. “this is not in my job description.”

Shin Arim groaned. “we’re crew heads too, not daycare workers.”

Min Jihoon shrugged, as if it was not a big deal at all.

“it’s just for a while,” Kang Jinchan added

Park Hyukjin decided to just stay silent.

Baek sighed and shot a murderous glance in the direction of the young guys.“if she cries, all of you are dead.”

the disciples saluted in unison. “yes, sir!”

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at first, you were quiet.

the five young men sat around you, unsure of how to make you comfortable. you sat stiffly, glancing at them with hesitant eyes, still gripping your plushie like a shield.

Jinchan, grinned cheerfully. “so, kid, your dad’s the boss, huh?”

you nodded.

“that means you’re kinda the boss, too.”

your grip loosened just slightly. “…really?”

“of course,” Shin, who sat before you in lotus pose, chimed in. “you’re the little boss.”

that made you smile a little. the guys all exchanged looks — they were getting somewhere.

Min Jihoon leaned forward, “hey, young lady, do you wanna draw?”

you hesitated, but when he held out a small notepad and some pens, you slowly reached out and took them.

the ice had been broken.

from that moment on, your shyness began to fade.

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and of course what started as quiet babysitting quickly turned into chaos. boys shouldn't have pampered you way too much.

Shin let you do his hair, sitting patiently as you carefully tied tiny ponytails all over his head.

“i’m making you pretty,” you declared. the others died laughing while Shin sighed and smiled in defeat. “of course you are.”

Jihoon, meanwhile, made the mistake of letting you have a pen. he was next victim.

“ooh, you don’t have a mustache!” you realized.

“…y-yeah?” Min already understood where you getting, slowly rising up his hands, in weak attempts to stop you... or at least hide his face.

“yeah!! but my daddy have!! so let’s fix that.”

before he could hide his face in hands, you had already drawn a curly mustache on his face.

Kang Jinchan, thought he’d impress you, by flashing his champion’s belt, because you definitely going to tell your father about what cool guys you met today, so the very next day, Jinrang-hyungnim may notice him or even commend him!!

“check this out, little boss. i earned this.”

you tilted your head. “what is it for?”

“for being the toughest guy in the ring.” Jinchan even started flexing his arm muscles.

you nodded thoughtfully. immediately a lot of questions were arisen and spinning through your head. wasn't your daddy the strongest? in Busan? no! in the whole world!! and then, without second thought, out of nowhere — WHAM! — you kicked guy with belt right in the knee.

“OW—! Shit!” muffled curses left his lips, but he was loud enough that you and whole room could hear him.

and the room fell into silence.

you gasped. “shit?”

from across the room Baek’s soul left his body.

Jinchan, still clutching his knee, looked horrified. “i didn’t mean to say that —”

but it was too late. you were now testing the word.

“shit. shit? shiiit.”

with two big steps Baek crossed the room and grabbed Jinchan by the collar, quietly hissing each word right in his face. “you. absolute. fucking. moron.”

and now others scrambled to distract you. Shin let you add more ponytails. Min let you give him eyebrows to go with his fake mustache. Hyunjin Jin even let you color in his tattoos. Jinchan, desperate for redemption, let you climb onto his back for a piggyback ride.

even Hyukjin, who left for a moment, returned, and now he had three massive plushies in his arms. “bribery successful.” he muttered to Baek.

your eyes lit up. “WOW!”

and just like that, the curse word was completely and successfully forgotten. the disciples collapsed in relief.

Baek exhaled. crisis averted.

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bonus ;

when Jinrang came to pick you up, he was exhausted but happy to finally see his little princess.

“she is safe and happy,” he said, exhaling. “thank you Baek, don't know what i would do without you…” Jinrang's eyes never left your sleeping figure, stroking your hair softly.

Baek smiled confidently and came closer to his boss, patting on his shoulder.. “hyungnim, i told you. best uncle.”

Jinrang huffed, scooping you into his arms. “alright, young lady. let’s get you home.”

you sleepily curled up against him, plushies still clutched in your hands.

and then, just as Jinrang was about to leave, you mumbled drowsily —

“…shit.”

Jinrang turned back slowly, eyes glowing with danger.

Baek paled. “i can explai —”

cracking knuckles were the last thing Baek heard that night...

#[ ~ koi.talks🗣]#lookism #x reader #lookism webtoon #lookism x reader #webtoon lookism #lookism manhwa #lookism imagines #lookism x you #jinrang #lookism jinrang #baek sang #baek sang lookism #shin arim lookism #shin arim

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𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐄 𝐔𝐏 | 09

˗ˏˋ rules ˎˊ˗

"Rules are funny things. You make them thinking they'll keep you safe, keep everything contained. But sometimes the person you're really trying to protect yourself from… is you"

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word count: 6.5k

content: candle shop shenanigans, friend group dynamics, rules and boundaries

✧ author's note ✧

OKAY FIRST OF ALL—who absolutely LOVES Yeji? Because ME. The way she clocked Jungkook within seconds and had NO filter??? Like, I'm obsessed. Mans was genuinely SHOCKED that someone told him to sit his ass down. The audacity of this woman to not immediately melt under his smirky, tattooed menace energy?? I respect her so much. A feminist icon, if you will.

And IRYA. Ughhh, my precious girlie. The way she’s just casually vibing with Jungkook? Like?? They are NOTHING alike, and yet she’s over here just mingling with him, being friendly, unbothered, meanwhile Yeji is foaming at the mouth in the background. I love that contrast so much. It’s like, she doesn’t see him as a threat, just another guy in the room, which makes Jungkook (who is used to either being hated or obsessed over) lowkey confused. You can see the gears turning in his head like “Wait. Why aren’t you scared of me. Or pissed at me. Or flirting with me.” HAHAH POOR BOY.

And let’s talk about Jimin, because HELLO, my quiet support KING. He’s not even saying much in this chapter, but he’s there, next to Y/N, just in case. That kind of silent loyalty? The “I know you can handle yourself, but if you need me, I’m already here” type of presence??? I eat that up every time. Their friend group is everything to me.

Speaking of menace behavior—Jungkook. Are we surprised? He’s so unserious about everything. I loved giving him Kuko as a contact name for Y/N because in every fic, it’s always Kook or Kookie or Koo and I just—I wanted something different. Something slightly sharp and weird. Like, why does it sound like a pet name and an insult at the same time 😭😭 It’s PERFECT for their dynamic.

And finally, Y/N. My messy, mouthy, disaster baby. She is THEE representation of someone who’s barely entered adulthood, fresh into uni, kind of immature, kind of figuring it out, but loud as hell about it. Like, I KNOW some of y’all are probably reading this chapter thinking “girl, seriously??” but THAT'S THE POINT. She’s got so much personality, she’s a walking contradiction, she’s flawed, but she’s HER. I love her for it.

I also stuffed this chapter with SO many Easter eggs. Like, the foreshadowing is right there at the end, but I know y’all aren’t catching everything yet. You’ll come back later, reread it, and be like “OH MY GOD, KIKI???” And I’ll just be sitting here like 😌✌️ I love when a plan comes together.

Anyway, here’s Chapter 9, babes. Enjoy the mess. I’m off to go prep for my therapist session because, let’s be real, I probably projected a little too hard in this one LMAO.

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You don't know why you agreed to go shopping with Yeji.

She texted at ass o'clock in the morning about "needing your expert opinion," and honestly? Your sleep-deprived brain just went sure, whatever without processing the implications. You just mentioned having to buy something for Emma — her birthday's in two weeks — and it was downhill from there.

"This place smells like a Pinterest board threw up," Yeji announces as you enter the third candle store of the day. Some fancy boutique with mason jars everywhere and prices that make you want to cry. "Who names a candle Whispers of Moonlight?"

"Someone getting paid way too much," you mutter, checking the price tag. Jesus. "Forty dollars for—is this supposed to smell like grass?"

"Rich people grass." Yeji picks up another one, face scrunching. "Autumn's Last Kiss. What does that even mean? Like, trees making out?"

"Pretty sure it's just pumpkin spice trying to be fancy."

"Capitalism is wild." She moves down the aisle, combat boots squeaking against the polished floor. "Oh shit, look at this one. Midnight Jasmine's Secret Rendezvous. That's not a candle, that's a Mills & Boon novel."

You snort, trailing after her. "Speaking of reading material—"

"We are not starting a book club book chat right now."

"I'm just saying, if you actually showed up to Victorian Lit—"

"And listen to Professor Stevens cream himself over Dickens for two hours? Pass." She picks up another candle, this one in black glass. "Dark Temptation. Bet you five bucks it smells like axe body spray."

She's not wrong. You wrinkle your nose as she waves it under your face. "Why does everything 'dark' and 'masculine' smell like a frat house?"

"Because the straights are not okay." Yeji sets it back, wiping her hands on her jeans like the scent might be contagious. "What did Emma say she likes again?"

"Anything except roses." You pause at a display of seasonal scents. "Her roommate burns those generic rose ones from the dollar store. Pretty sure she's traumatized."

"Valid." Yeji's already moved on to the next shelf, picking up random ones and reading their names in increasingly dramatic voices. "Summer's Sweet Embrace. Woodland Mystery. Oh my god, Bachelor's Button? What the fuck is a bachelor's button?"

"It's a flower," you say, distracted by a actually nice-looking sage and cedar one. Still overpriced, but... "My mom used to grow them."

"Sounds fake, but okay."

She’s quiet for a second. Then:

"What about this one?" Yeji holds up a purple candle, squinting at the label. "Lavender Dreams. Sounds pretentious as fuck."

"Put that down before you break it," you mutter, scanning the shelves. The prices are criminal. “And aren't you supposed to be in Art History right now?"

"Professor Wang's doing that thing again where he talks about his divorce for two hours." She shrugs, setting the candle back with surprising care. "I've already heard all about Karen three times this semester."

You roll your eyes, picking up a sage-scented one. And no, you're not lingering in the candle section because you love them, okay? Emma likes candles too. It's completely reasonable research for a birthday gift. Nothing to do with how your apartment could use some—

"These are boring anyway," Yeji declares, already moving on. Her attention snaps to something across the street. Barnes & Noble, its windows displaying the latest bestsellers.

"Wanna check out some books?" she asks, hands stuffed in the pockets of her worn-out grey zip-up. The one she definitely stole from Irya's closet.

"Since when do you read?" You snort, following her out of the candle store. Because you know damn well Yeji's idea of "reading" is skimming SparkNotes twenty minutes before class.

"Woah, judging a book by its cover?" She gestures to her whole aesthetic: combat boots, ripped jeans, that stolen sweater. "Just 'cause I look like this doesn't mean I don't read."

"You told me last week that Romeo and Juliet was, and I quote, 'straight people nonsense.'"

"It is straight people nonsense." She pushes open the bookstore's door, a blast of air conditioning hitting you. "But we need books for the club."

"You mean the chat group you named 'Fuck The Patriarchy Book Club' that's basically just for rambling and complaining?" Like how you ended up here today, victim to Yeji's class-skipping schemes. "That club?"

"Yeah?" She flashes that smile that you’re starting to associate with trouble. "C'mon, I need to check if they have Pride and Prejudice."

You trail after her into Fiction & Literature, past towering shelves and that distinct bookstore smell. "Pride and—hold up. Weren't you just shitting on romance classics?"

"Yeah, and?" She's already scanning the 'A' section with laser focus. "My girl wants to read it, so we're reading it."

"You're buying it because Irya mentioned it once in the group chat."

"And?" Yeji doesn't even pretend to deny it, moving purposefully through the aisles. "My girlfriend has taste. Unlike some people who waste their time reading..." she picks up a random book, "The Art of Corporate Finance."

"That's not even—"

"Found it!" She pulls out a leather-bound edition, definitely not the cheapest version available. "Look at this fancy shit. Irya's gonna love it."

You're about to point out how whipped she is when something catches your eye. A "Now Hiring" sign at the front counter, clean white letters against dark wood. Huh. You've been meaning to look for a job, something to get you out of the apartment more. And to help your finances. too. God knows you’d rather avoid having to ask mom and daddy for more money.

"Earth to Y/N?" Yeji waves a hand in front of your face. "You good?"

"Yeah, just..." You gesture vaguely at the sign.

Working at a bookstore wouldn't be the worst thing. Plus, employee discount.

"Oh shit, you should totally apply." She examines the sign with newfound interest. "Then you can hook me up with discounts on all the books Irya wants."

"I haven't even—"

"Excuse me?" she calls to a passing employee, ignoring your attempt to shut her up. "My friend here wants to apply for the job opening."

You're going to kill her. Slowly. With one of these hardcover books.

But the employee's already turning around—young guy, probably another student, name tag reading 'Mark'—and you can't exactly bolt without looking insane. Perfect. Just perfect.

"Oh, yeah?" Mark brightens. "We're actually pretty desperate for people who can work weekday afternoons. You have any retail experience?"

"I—"

"She's great with books," Yeji cuts in, because apparently she's your agent now. "Like, literally will fight someone over their trash literary takes. You should hear her rant about Hemingway."

You shoot her a death glare, but... well, she's not wrong about Hemingway.

"That's actually perfect," Mark says. "We get a lot of students asking for recommendations. Here—" He heads to the counter, returning with an application form. "You can fill this out now if you want. Manager's still here."

And somehow, because the universe hates you, you end up at one of the reading tables, filling out your work history while Yeji "helps" by suggesting you list your special skills as "roasting bad authors" and "setting pretentious men straight about their Joyce opinions."

Your phone buzzes. Group chat.

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You're about to reply that you'll grab some later when another message pops up.

+1 (917) XXX-XXXX: 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚡 𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝? 𝚞 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖

What the actual fuck?

You: 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜?

+1 (917) XXX-XXXX: 𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚌

+1 (917) XXX-XXXX: 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎

You let out a disbelieving sound. Yeji, who's been "helping" by pointing out every minor spelling mistake in your application, peers over your shoulder.

"What's up?"

"My roommate being a jerk as usual." You know for a fact Jungkook's probably sprawled on the couch right now, doing fuck-all except maybe killing brain cells on his PlayStation. But sure, you should get the coffee.

You: 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚒’𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎

You: 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘, 𝚒’𝚖 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚢

+1 (917) XXX-XXXX: 𝚊𝚠 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚒𝚡

+1 (917) XXX-XXXX: 𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎

Yoongs 🎧: 𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝?

+1 (917) XXX-XXXX: 𝚙𝚕𝚞𝚜 𝚠𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚒𝚖 𝚑𝚘𝚝

+1 (917) XXX-XXXX: 𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚜𝚎?

Your fingers freeze over the keyboard. That asshole.

You: 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗?

You: 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎

+1 (917) XXX-XXXX: 𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚡

+1 (917) XXX-XXXX: 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢. 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚘𝚞𝚝…

You: 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢

You: 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋��𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚎?

Yoongs 🎧: 𝚈/𝙽.

Something about Yoongi’s message makes you pause. That's... weird. But before you can think about it:

+1 (917) XXX-XXXX: 𝚒𝚖 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚢

+1 (917) XXX-XXXX: 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 :)

+1 (917) XXX-XXXX: 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚢𝚊 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠?

"I'm assuming he means video games," Yeji says, still reading. "Not the fun kind of grinding."

You elbow her in the ribs.

You: 𝚔 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝

You: 𝚒𝚖 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚘

You: 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘

+1 (917) XXX-XXXX: 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚎? :)

Yoongs 🎧: 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙 𝚒𝚝, 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞

Yoongs 🎧: 𝙸’𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔

+1 (917) XXX-XXXX: 𝚗𝚊𝚑 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚕

+1 (917) XXX-XXXX: 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚡 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖

+1 (917) XXX-XXXX: 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚒𝚡? ;)

+1 (917) XXX-XXXX: 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜?

+1 (917) XXX-XXXX: 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 :)

You're going to murder him. You're actually going to commit homicide, and Yoongi's going to have to find a new roommate, and you know what? He'll probably thank you.

You: 𝚛𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕

You: :)

"So," Yeji says as you aggressively save his number under 'Kuko🖕🏻', "this is fun."

"I hate him so much."

"Uh-huh." She glances at your phone, where he's still sending coffee emoji spam. "You know what this means though, right?"

"That I need better roommates?"

"That you're definitely getting this job." She taps the half-completed application. "Can't spend all your time at the apartment if you're working retail hours."

She... might have a point.

Kuko🖕🏻: 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚘

Kuko🖕🏻: 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚢

Yoongs 🎧: 𝙸’𝚖 𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚝

Yoongs 🎧: 𝚈/𝙽, 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛. 𝚆𝚎,𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛.

Your phone buzzes again, but this time it's the other group chat. Thank fuck.

Fuck The Patriarchy Book Club 📚

Irya 🌸: 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚜?

Irya 🌸: 𝚓𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚞𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗

Jin ☕️: 𝙲𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.

Jin ☕️: 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚜.

Jin ☕️: 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝟻𝟶𝚔𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝟻.

Jin ☕️: 𝙶𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎.

Your phone keeps vibrating with notifications from the other chat. You peek at it.

Kuko🖕🏻: ☕️

Jesus fucking Christ.

Yeji 🖤: 𝚙𝚒𝚣𝚣𝚊 𝚊𝚝 𝚢/𝚗’𝚜?

Yeji 🖤: 𝚠𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎

Your head snaps up. "Excuse me?"

"What?" Yeji doesn't even look guilty. "You keep complaining about him, might as well know what we’re working with here."

You: 𝚋𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝

You: 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

Irya 🌸: 𝚘𝚘𝚑 𝚢𝚎𝚜!! 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗??

Irya 🌸: 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗

Irya 🌸: 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚓𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎?

You let out a loud sigh, now considering Irya’s question. Because part of you thinks about bringing unwanted guests to the apartment, about how that could disturb the peace, especially for Yoongi.

But also? Also, Jungkook brought his friends last time. No warning, no group chat message to let you know you’d meeting random dudes in your pokemon PJs.

So he can suck it, honestly.

You: 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎

You: 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘

Jin ☕️: 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙹𝚘𝚎’𝚜.

Jin ☕️: 𝙽𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎.

Jin ☕️: 𝙰𝚕𝚜𝚘, 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚎𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗.

Another cascade of coffee emojis floods your notifications. You switch back to the apartment chat.

Kuko🖕🏻: ☕️

Kuko🖕🏻: 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚡𝚡𝚡𝚡𝚡

Kuko🖕🏻: ☕️

Kuko🖕🏻: 𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛

Kuko🖕🏻: ☕️

Kuko🖕🏻: 𝚒𝚖 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚎

Kuko🖕🏻: ☕️

Kuko🖕🏻: 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝟿𝟶% 𝚌𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚎

Kuko🖕🏻: ☕️

You hit mute so fast you nearly crack your screen.

You: 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚑 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚒𝚣𝚣𝚊 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎

You: 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚈𝙾𝚄’𝚁𝙴 𝚋𝚞𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚎𝚓𝚒

Yeji 🖤: 𝚕𝚖𝚊𝚘 𝚗𝚘

Yeji 🖤: 𝚒 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝟻𝟶 𝚋𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔

Yeji 🖤: 𝚒𝚖 𝙱𝚁𝙾𝙺𝙴 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎

Irya 🌸: 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔? 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚎? 👀

Irya 🌸: 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚞𝚢 𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔?!?!?! 💘

Jin ☕️: 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐.

Jin ☕️: 𝙸’𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚜.

Yeji 🖤: 𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚌𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢

Yeji 🖤: 𝚐𝚘 𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜

"So," Yeji says, watching you aggressively fill out the availability section of your application. "Should we warn your roommate about pizza night or...?"

You think about the endless coffee emojis. About how he's probably still spamming them, the notifications piling up in your muted chat.

"Nope."

She grins. "Chaos it is."

You make it to your apartment after what feels like the longest trek ever, juggling the coffee capsules bag and your dignity. And no, you didn't buy them because of him, okay? You bought them because Yoongi deserves his caffeine fix. Yoongi, who actually helped you carry boxes up flights of stairs when you moved in. Yoongi, who warns you when the hot water's acting up. Yoongi, who—unlike some people—doesn't blast music at 3AM.

"Still can't believe you actually bought them," Yeji says for the fifth time, trailing behind you up the stairs. "Like, you're really just gonna enable his bratty ass?"

"They're not for him." You dig through your bag for your keys. "I got the regular ones for Yoongi. The vanilla ones are mine."

"Uh-huh." She's got that look again. "And you got the vanilla ones because...?"

"Because I like vanilla coffee." Your keys jangle aggressively as you search. "Not everything is about him."

"I offered to spike them," she reminds everyone, way too loudly for a hallway. "Could've made it look factory-sealed and everything."

Jimin looks slightly concerned. "Do I want to know why you know how to do that?"

"Probably not," Irya says cheerfully. "But that's why I love her."

You finally locate your keys, jamming them into the lock. It sticks—because of course it does, these old-ass doors—and you have to do that weird wiggle thing to get it open. "The last thing I need is a lawsuit for attempted murder by coffee."

"It wouldn't kill him," Yeji argues. "Just, you know. Mild poisoning. Character building."

"Pretty sure that's still illegal," Jimin says.

"Only if you get caught."

The door finally gives, swinging open to reveal... nobody. The living room's empty, thank fuck. No sign of Yoongi or—more importantly—no sign of him. Maybe they're both out. Maybe you'll actually get through this pizza night without any—

"Yo, this is actually nice," Yeji says, already making herself at home on the couch. "When you said 'bros' cave' I was expecting, like, beer pong tables and stolen street signs."

"Those are in Jungkook's room," you mutter, dropping the coffee bag on the kitchen counter. Not that you've seen his room. You haven't. Obviously.

Irya's examining the vinyl collection by the TV. "These are good albums. Your roommates have taste."

"Those are Yoongi's." Probably. You're like 90% sure they're Yoongi's. You've never actually asked.

"The place is surprisingly clean," Jimin notes, still hovering politely by the door. "Need help with anything?"

"Nah, just—" You pause as something orange streaks past. "Oh, shit, wait—Griffin, no—"

Too late. Your cat roommate's already winding between Jimin's legs, purring like the attention whore he is.

"You have a cat?" Irya drops to her knees immediately. "Oh my god, he's gorgeous."

"He's not mine." You dump your bag on the counter. "He's Jungkook's emotional support menace."

"Like owner, like cat," Yeji says, watching Griffin charm his way into Jimin's arms.

"True." You roll your eyes. "Demanding, dramatic, and constantly in the way."

Griffin headbutts Jimin's shin, purring louder.

"Should I..." He looks uncertain. "Is this okay?"

"Yeah, he does that." You start unpacking the coffee capsules. “He's harmless. Just attention-starved and thinks he owns the place."

"Again," Yeji says, "like owner, like cat."

"Pretty much.”

"At least the cat's cute." She stretches out on the couch, combat boots definitely leaving marks. "Makes up for the personality."

"Tragic how the genes weren't distributed evenly," you mutter, strategizing about how to arrange the coffee capsules in the cabinet. Normal ones for Yoongi, vanilla ones hidden in the back where grabby hands can't reach them.

Irya's still on the floor with Griffin, who's now rolled onto his back. "I don't know, he seems sweet."

"The cat? Yeah." You slam the cabinet open. "The owner? Walking nightmare."

"Speaking of nightmares." Jimin's still by the door, ever polite. "Should we maybe warn him we're having pizza here? Since it's his apartment too..."

You think about the forty-seven coffee emojis still sitting in your muted notifications.

"Nope."

"Absolutely not," Yeji agrees. "He can deal with it like she dealt with having his dudebro friends over last week."

Irya looks up from scratching Griffin's belly. "Oh yeah, didn't you say you ran into them in your—what was it?"

"Pokemon pajamas," you groan. "Look, they were clean, okay? And it was like, Saturday morning. Who has people over at Saturday morning?"

"Douchebags," Yeji supplies helpfully.

You're about to agree when you hear it. A door opening down the hall. Footsteps.

Of-fucking-course.

"You bought the coffee, phoenix?"

The drawl comes from behind you, and you briefly consider whether jail time for murder would really be that bad. Jungkook's leaning against his doorframe in—are those fucking Sonic pajama pants?—looking like he just rolled out of bed. At 7PM. Because of course he did.

"Nice little reunion you got going on here, by the way."

He yawns, running a hand through his messy hair as he saunters into the kitchen. Like this is totally fine. Like having your friends over without warning isn't exactly what he did last week with Hoseok and Taehyung—who, by the way, apparently has keys to your fucking apartment.

You pointedly ignore him, which would work better if he wasn't literally heading straight for you. He reaches around you to rummage through the shopping bags, and you slap his hands away.

“Get out of my stuff."

"Oh," he pulls out the vanilla capsules before you can stop him, "you actually got me the vanilla ones?"

"They're not for you." You snatch them back. "Get your hands off them."

He grabs for them again. "Pretty sure you bought them because—"

"I bought them for me." You yank them away, but he's already going for the other bag. "Oh my god, can you not—"

"So this is the pain in the ass?" Yeji's voice drips with disdain from the couch.

Jungkook quirks an eyebrow, still trying to get his hands on your shopping. "Who's Cruella de Vil over there?"

You elbow him away from the bags. "None of your—"

"Another candle?" He snatches it up, holding it over his head where you can't reach. Dick. "Seriously? After last time?"

"If you'd stop making everything smell like balls and nachos—" You jump for it, but he just stretches higher, "—I wouldn't have to buy them, Rogue."

"I don't smell like—"

"Wait," Irya interrupts, and you catch her hiding a smile behind her hand. "Phoenix?"

"Rogue?" Jimin adds quietly from his corner, looking between you back and forth.

Jungkook's smirk widens as he finally lets you grab the candle back. "Oh, she hasn't told you that story?"

"We are not discussing this again." You shove the candle in its bag. "Ever."

"Why not? It's hilarious." He's fully grinning now, leaning his hip against the counter like he owns it. "Haven't told them about how you almost set the place on fire your first week here?"

"BECAUSE YOU ENTERED THE HOUSE LIKE A FUCKING—" Your hand's fisted in his t-shirt before you can stop yourself, and he's snickering, the absolute dick. "Like a complete psychopath," you finish through gritted teeth.

"The lock sticks!" He's still laughing. "I told you, it's an old door—"

"You didn't have to shoulder it open like the SWAT team!"

"You dropped a lit match!"

"Because you scared the shit out of me!"

"Ugh," Yeji groans. "Is he always like this?"

"Worse," you mutter, finally releasing his shirt. "Usually he's too busy being edgy in his room with his electric guitar."

Irya's definitely smirking now. Jimin looks like he wants to disappear into the wall.

"Whatever, phoenix." He makes another grab for the vanilla capsules. "Rising from the ashes of your attempted arson."

"That's not—" You smack his hand away. "That's not why you started calling me that and you know it."

"Pretty sure it is."

"Pretty sure you're full of shit."

Griffin chooses this moment to abandon Irya and wind between Jungkook's legs, the little traitor. Jungkook immediately scoops him up, and you pretend not to notice how the cat starts purring instantly.

"See?" He scratches under Griffin's chin. "G knows I'm right."

"G's a whore for attention." You start shoving the shopping bags away. "He'd side with Satan if Satan had treats."

"So that's why he likes you."

"You calling me Satan now? Wasn't it phoenix? Pick your poison, dumbass."

"Nah." He's still petting Griffin, who's practically melting in his arms. "Just saying you're both dramatic as fuck."

"Says the guy who kicked down a door over a—"

"The lock was stuck!"

"Yeah? Like your head up your ass?"

“Do you two always do this?” Irya prompts.

"No," you mutter, yanking the coffee bag away as he tries to sneak another grab at it. "When he's not gaming like a twelve-year-old, he's—stop touching my stuff!"

"Just checking what flavor you got," he says innocently, which might work better if he wasn't actively trying to steal the vanilla capsules. "Since you bought them for me and all—"

"I will actually murder you."

"With what? Another candle?"

"Keep talking and find out."

"Children," Yeji interrupts, looking physically pained. "Can we not?"

But Jungkook's already reaching for the bag again, and you swat his hand away. "I swear to god—"

"What? I'm just being neighborly—"

"You're being a pain in the ass—"

"Aw, you noticed?"

"Hard not to when you're—" You break off as he successfully snags a vanilla capsule. "Give that back."

"Make me."

"What are you, five?"

"Says the one hoarding coffee—"

"It's my coffee—"

"Pretty sure you bought it with daddy's credit card—"

The words hit like a slap and before you can think better of it, you snarl, "Fuck you."

Your eyes widen the second it leaves your mouth because you know that look on his face, that slight quirk of his lips, the way he's already—

You slam your hand over his mouth so fast you practically punch him, fingers digging into his jaw. He makes a muffled sound of protest, but you can feel him grinning under your palm, the absolute dick.

"Don't," you hiss. "Don't you fucking dare."

He raises his eyebrows like who, me? but you can feel him trying not to laugh.

"Okay!" Jimin claps his hands together, looking slightly alarmed. "So, pizza? Anyone want to look at the menu?”

“Oooh, that sounds promising.” Jungkook says, yanking your hand away.

"Can't you leave?" You eye him. "Go jack yourself off while you look in the mirror or something. Maybe play your fucking guitar."

"Huhhh?" He's already propping his elbows on the back of the sofa, leaning over the narrow table that ‘separates’ the kitchen from the living room. "I want pizza too. Plus, your friends look nice." His smile is all teeth. "I'm sure they don't mind."

Jimin materializes next to you in the kitchen like some kind of conflict-sensing angel, pretending to be interested in the coffee maker. You know he's checking if you're okay, which would be sweet if you weren't currently fantasizing about drowning Jungkook in vanilla coffee.

"I mind," Yeji announces flatly.

"No problem!" Irya chirps at the same time.

Yeji shoots her girlfriend an exasperated look, but Irya just settles more comfortably against her side. You're going to kill both of them.

"Who's the pink pony over here?" Jungkook nods at Irya, and you see Yeji's arm tighten around her shoulders, hackles practically visible.

"Touch her and die."

"Aww, babe." Irya pats Yeji's thigh. "I'm Irya, and this little black cat over here is my girlfriend Yeji." She points across the room. "That's Jimin."

Jungkook glances back at where you're now aggressively reorganizing coffee capsules, Jimin hovering uncertainly beside you. There's something in his expression you don't like, mouth opening to say god knows what—

"And the third roommate?" Yeji cuts in.

You're about to answer but Jungkook beats you to it. "Yoongi's not here."

"Working late," you add, just to be contrary. "You know, like an actual adult with a job?"

"Unlike some people," Yeji mutters.

You snort at her commentary, and you tune out Jungkook’s comeback. Instead your eyes flicker to Jimin, who’s scrolling through his phone, probably looking at pizza options, when—

"Yo Jim, come here." Jungkook waves him over. "Let me look at the menu."

You grab Jimin's arm before he can move, linking it with yours. "I'm choosing first, wait your damn turn."

Jungkook rises from the sofa with a click of his tongue. "Come on, I just wanna—"

"Did she fucking stutter?" Yeji snaps, and Jungkook actually blinks, like he's not used to being shut down that fast.

You turn back to Jimin's phone with maybe a bit too much satisfaction. "Okay, so what are we thinking?"

"They have this new quattro formaggi that's supposed to be good." Jimin tilts the screen so you can see better. "Or the classic margherita—"

"Boring," you mutter, scrolling past. "Oh, what about the spicy one? With the—"

"The calabrese?" He zooms in on the description. "Spicy salami, fresh basil..."

"That looks good." You're actually getting hungry now. "Maybe we could—"

A shadow falls over the phone as Jungkook appears in front of you like some kind of pizza-seeking missile. He peers over both your lowered heads, close enough that you can feel the heat from his chest, and you resist the urge to elbow him in the ribs.

"Have you two decided?" His breath hits your ear. "Because I—"

You're about to grab a fistful of his hair and yank him back to a respectable distance when he snatches Jimin's phone right out of his hands.

"What the fuck—" You start to reach for him, but Jimin catches your wrist.

"It's okay," he says quietly. "Don't worry about it."

Jungkook's already scrolling, completely unbothered. "Yo, what do you two want?" He nods at the couch without looking up.

"Hawaiian for me," Irya pipes up cheerfully. "Yeji wants the diavola, extra spicy."

Yeji just grumbles something that sounds suspiciously like "men" and turns on the TV.

"Cool, cool." Jungkook's still scrolling. "Phoenix, you getting the calabrese?"

"None of your business."

"Just trying to make sure we don't order the same thing." He glances up with that insufferable smirk. "Unless you want to share?"

"I'd rather eat glass."

"Okay, so that's a no on sharing." He's still scrolling through Jimin's phone like he owns it. "I'm thinking meat lovers."

"Of course you are."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"That you're basic as fuck."

"Says the one getting—" he squints at the screen "—spicy calabrese, like some—"

"Can you two shut up for five minutes?" Yeji snaps from the couch. "Some of us are trying to hear the TV."

"My bad," Jungkook says, not sounding sorry at all. He hands Jimin's phone back—finally—and stretches. "Alright, four pizzas ordered. Now we wait."

You watch him sprawl onto the armchair—the one he keeps arguing it’s his (it’s not?)—like he belongs there, and something about it sets your teeth on edge. The casual way he's inserted himself into your evening, how he's somehow charmed Irya into actual conversation, how he keeps looking at you when he thinks you're not paying attention.

"Whatever, man." You push away from the counter, desperate to get away from his presence for at least two minutes. "I'm gonna get into my PJs, I'll be back."

You head down the hall, your skin prickling like he's watching you go. Which he's not. Obviously. You're just on edge because he's being more insufferable than usual, getting all cozy with your friends like he has any right to—

"Yo, phoenix, wait." Jungkook's voice stops you. "Remember that thing with the landlord? The, uh, maintenance form?"

"What maintenance form?"

"You mentioned to Yoongi about the lock sticking, right?" He's already moving towards you with that easy confidence that makes you want to punch him. "Super's been bitching about proper documentation. Needs your signature since it's your door."

He keeps talking as he approaches, something about liability and repair schedules, and it sounds legitimate enough that you almost miss how he's gradually crowding your space. Almost miss how each step brings him closer until—

He reaches past you, hand brushing your hip as he turns the handle. The door barely has time to click shut before Jungkook’s on you, his whole body crowding into yours, ushering you backward so fast you stumble. Almost fall.

“Jesus—”

Your balance tips, but before you can catch yourself, his hands are already on you—grabbing, steadying, possessive. A solid chest against yours, broad palms locking around your wrists before you can shove him away.

He grins down at you, smirky, flushed, pupils blown. That lazy, cocky amusement dripping from his expression like he planned this. Like he knows exactly what he’s doing.

“Relax, Phoenix.” His grip tightens, pulling your wrists just slightly apart. “You’re fine.”

And then his mouth crashes onto yours.

Hard. Messy. Zero warning, zero hesitation. Just heat and teeth and tongue, urgent like he needs to shut you up.

You match him instantly, kissing back just as fiercely, nails curling into his shirt, yanking him closer. His hair is soft under your fingers, thick and dangerous, and you tug—just the way he likes it. Just the way that always makes him groan, makes him grab.

Which he does. Both hands drop to your ass, full palms, fingers digging in like he can’t help himself. A rough squeeze that pulls a breathy sound from your throat before you can stop it.

He chuckles, low and wrecked against your lips, hips rolling slow and deliberate against yours.

“Fuck—” Another squeeze, his voice dropping. “You get all mouthy with me, and then you act surprised when you turn me on?”

Your stomach flips.

His mouth is still moving against yours, sharp and demanding, and fuck—you’re dizzy, heat curling low and deep.

You don’t realize he’s backing you up until your spine collides with the wardrobe.

You wince. “God, fuck—”

Jungkook barely lets you finish before his teeth graze your jaw, lips dragging lower—

No.

You shove at his chest, breath coming fast. “What is your problem?”

His smirk is instant, panting slightly, lips wrecked. The fucking look in his eyes—smoky, half-lidded, shamelessly pleased with himself.

“Mm?” He tilts his head, like he didn’t just grope the hell out of you. “What?”

“You can’t—” A sharp inhale. You straighten your shirt, glare sharp enough to cut. “My friends are here.”

He blinks. Shrugs. "So?"

"So," you bite out, "we are not doing this."

Jungkook just looks at you, like you’re speaking a foreign language. "Doing what?"

"Don't." You level him with a flat stare.

His head tilts, gaze dragging over you, slow and deliberate. "I just wanted to talk."

"Talk," you repeat, incredulous.

"Yeah." He plants a hand on the wardrobe beside your head. Not caging you in—just existing in your space, like he belongs there. "Privately."

Jesus fuck.

"Nope." You press your palms to his chest, feeling the heat of his skin through cotton. "Not happening."

"Phoenix." His voice dips, lazy and smooth, like he’s humoring you. "I'll be quick."

A disbelieving scoff. "Absolutely the fuck not."

He laughs, quiet and amused, like this is funny to him.

Of course it is. Of course it is.

You shove at his chest again. "They don’t know about this, and they’re not going to know about this."

His brows pull together, expression open, genuinely confused. "Why?"

Oh, you could kill him.

"Because," you grind out, "I don't need them speculating."

"Speculating about what?"

"About us, dumbass!"

The words land—and then he snorts. He just, snorts. Like you just told him a funny joke he lowkey doesn’t want to laugh at.

"Oh, fuck off," you snap.

His grin lingers. "Nix. We fuck. That’s it. No one’s gonna think we’re picking out wedding invitations."

You glare. "You're missing the point."

"I really don't think I am."

"Rogue." You exhale sharply. "I don’t want them in my business, okay?"

He watches you for a beat, head tilted like he’s reading between the lines.

Then he nods. Simple. Easy. "Okay."

You blink. "Okay?"

"Yeah?" He shrugs. "You don’t want them to know, they won’t know. It’s not that deep."

Right. Not that deep.

It shouldn’t be a relief—he’s only agreeing because he doesn’t care—but your shoulders still drop a fraction.

"Good," you say.

He hums, gaze flicking over your face, considering. "I mean, it’s not like you gotta tell them I’m your boyfriend or something. Just that we fuck sometimes. What’s wrong with that?"

You scoff. "Everything is wrong with that, Jungkook."

He raises an eyebrow. "Like what?"

Like—god, where do you start?

Like the fact that this is supposed to be contained, something that stays locked in this apartment and nowhere else. Like the fact that you need to be in control of it because if you’re not, it means it’s spiraling, and spiraling is—

Not an option.

He hums, considering. The vibration shivers over your skin. "Interesting."

The fuck does that mean?

You glare at him. "What?"

"Nothing." But there's a glint in his eye you don't like. Knowing. Assessing. "Just seems like you're overthinking it."

"I'm not—"

"Ashamed?" His head tilts. "Embarrassed?"

Heat crawls up your neck. "Fuck you."

"I mean." A slow drag of his gaze, head to toe and back again. "If you insist..."

Oh my god.

Your foot connects with his shin. Hard. He grunts, flinching back. Good.

"Touch me again," you growl, "and you lose your dick."

He holds up his hands. The picture of innocence. "Message received."

"Is it?" You cross your arms. Narrow your eyes. "Because it seems like you're having trouble understanding basic fucking boundaries."

"Nah, I get it." But there's a wicked glint in his eye, and oh, that can't be good. "No telling your friends about all the filthy things we do."

"There is no we.” You jab a finger at his chest. "No us."

A slow nod. "Right."

"I mean it, Rogue." You hold his gaze, unflinching. "This?" A sharp gesture between your bodies. "Doesn't leave this apartment."

"Mm." His tongue swipes over his bottom lip. Deliberate. Obscene. "So I shouldn't mention how you like it when I—"

Your hand clamps over his mouth, muffling his words. "Finish that sentence and die."

He grins against your palm, wholly unrepentant. Bastard.

You drop your hand. Take a step back. "I'm serious, Ry."

"Oh, I know." But there's a curl to his lips you don't trust. Not one bit.

"Do you?" You cross your arms. "Because it sounds like you're angling for a free pass to run your mouth."

"Nah." He mirrors your posture, arms folding over his chest. “Just getting a feel for the rules."

Right. Sure. "The rules are simple." You hold up a finger. "Rule one: no one knows we're fucking."

A nod. "Easy enough."

"Rule two," you continue, "if anyone asks, we're just roommates."

"Uh-huh." His tongue presses against the inside of his cheek. Considering. "That all?"

Wariness prickles up your spine. "Why?"

A shrug. Too casual. "No reason."

Bullshit.

You shake your head. "Just—forget it. Are we done here?"

Jungkook watches you for another long second.

Then he nods. "Yeah, we're done."

He turns, already reaching for the doorknob, when—

"Oh." A pause. Like he just remembered something. "And just so we're clear—this isn’t exclusive, right?"

You blink. "What?"

He glances back, expression easy. Casual. "Like, I can fuck other people. That cool with you?"

A laugh bursts out of you. Short. Sharp. "Why the fuck would I care?"

His mouth twitches. "Dunno. Just making sure."

"Well, consider it confirmed." You fold your arms. "Do whatever the fuck you want, just—"

He lifts his brows. "Just?"

"Don’t give me an STD." You level him with a flat look.

He snorts. "Noted." A beat. Then, amused— "You want test results?"

"Oh, fuck off, Rogue."

"Just offering, Phoenix." His smirk lingers for half a second before his expression smooths out. "So, rule number three, then."

You narrow your eyes. "Rule what?"

"Rules." He gestures between you. "One: no one knows. Two: if they ask, we're just roommates." A pause. "Three: no feelings."

Something in his voice shifts, something light but pointed, like he's not saying it just for your benefit.

You scoff. "Yeah, no shit."

He nods once, satisfied. "Cool."

And then he's gone, door clicking shut behind him like the whole thing never happened.

The air in the room is suddenly too thick.

You exhale sharply, back hitting the wardrobe, and press your palms over your face.

God damn him.

Not just for being an insufferable pain in your ass, but for being right. Because logically, there's no reason to keep this a secret—he's not your boyfriend, he's just your roommate who happens to fuck you sometimes. It's not a big deal. It's not anything.

But something in you rebels at the thought of anyone knowing. Of having to explain yourself, to justify your choices. You've had enough of that to last a lifetime, enough of measuring every decision against someone else's expectations. Enough of being told what you should want, what you should do, who you should be.

This thing with Jungkook? It's yours. Messy and stupid and probably a horrible idea, but it's yours. The one thing in your life that nobody gets to have an opinion about, that nobody gets to control but you.

And maybe that's fucked up. Maybe normal people don't feel this desperate need to keep parts of themselves hidden, to maintain this iron grip on every aspect of their lives. Maybe they don't lie awake at night planning escape routes from their own decisions.

But you've never been very good at normal, have you?

You straighten, smooth your shirt, school your face into something neutral.

Then you open the door, step back into the living room, and pretend like your world isn’t tilting.

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- Daddy’s Home ❥

Plot: Roman reunites with his girls after a week-long work trip.

Warning: Hefty flirting, mature language, & smut (oral in the shower)!

A/N: thank you to @mrsfatu08 for this request. apologies for the delay, but i hope you enjoy regardless! 💐🫶🏼

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“Da…da…da,” my daughter coos, before fisting a couple pieces of pasta into her mouth.

I chuckle, putting some more in her bowl. “That’s right, baby. Dada will be home soon.”

As if she can understand me, she gives me the most precious four-toothed smile.

My husband is Joe Anoa’i. Known to the public as Roman Reigns, the Head of The Table, and/or the Tribal Chief.

We’ve been together for six years — married for two — and had our baby girl, Jailynn Rose, seven months ago.

As a professional wrestler, Joe is on the road constantly.

Whether it’s doing live shows, filming pre-taped segments, or even traveling the world for PLEs, he’s home maybe 2-3 days a week if we’re lucky.

This week however, he participated in the Royal Rumble alongside being announced as two covers of the video game WWE 2K25.

So, as a result, he’s been gone for a little while.

Yes, it can be a struggle sometimes. And motherhood is difficult in itself, let alone when you’re experiencing it solo 80% of the time.

But nothing will ever replace the excitement that both myself and my daughter feel when he walks through our front door.

With a deep sigh, I unlatch the table from Jailynn’s chair and pick her up.

“Alright babygirl,” I say breathlessly, holding her in an arm and bringing the table over to the sink with the other. “Let’s get you all nice and clean.”

She coos in response, earning a giggle from me, and we begin our journey out of the kitchen and upstairs.

“Ba ti!” she calls out, jumping up and down, holding the wall of the tub for support.

I smile, letting the warm water run and create suds of gentle body wash.

“Bath time!” I say with her excitedly, clapping my hands.

She squeals and claps along with me.

Eventually, I undress her and place her in.

As she’s splashing around in the water, I hear the front door open.

“I’m hooome!” Joe calls out before closing it.

I widen my eyes and gasp at Jailynn who squeals, clapping her hands. “Dadadada!”

“Dada’s home!” I join her and say in between giggles.

Moments later, Joe pops his head into the bathroom and Jailynn goes nuts, over the moon to see her daddy.

I smile watching him pick our daughter up and attack her face with kisses.

She laughs the entire time, grabbing his face with her tiny hands.

“Give dada kiss?” he asks, puckering his lips.

She responds by leaning into him with her mouth wide open.

“Aww good job baby,” I coo, smiling.

She claps in response and we join her.

He chuckles. “Thank you, princess.”

He places her back down and she goes back to her toys, before he turns to me.

“Welcome home love,” I coo, wrapping my arms around his neck and looking up at him.

“Thank you gorgeous,” he replies, wrapping his around my waist. “I missed you so much.”

He gently holds either side of my face and leans down, bringing his lips to mine.

I kiss back and place my head on his chest once we pull away.

His scent is so comforting. A comfort that I’ve been without for what has felt like years.

He holds his chin on my head and rocks us back and forth.

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It’s now 7:30pm - Jailynn’s bedtime.

As I lay her down in her crib, Joe places a hand on my lower back.

“I’ve got it baby,” he exclaims, rubbing small circles. “Go relax.”

I give him a soft but grateful smile. “You sure, babe? I don’t mind.”

He shakes his head and kisses my temple. “Positive. Go on, mama.”

I nod, lean down, and brush Jailynn’s curls away from her forehead, before giving her a kiss on the cheek. “Sweet dreams, my baby.”

An adorable little smile appears behind her pacifier, earning a chuckle from both me and Joe.

I stand back up and give him a kiss on the cheek before leaving the bedroom and quietly shutting the door behind me.

Once I’m in our bedroom, I decide to unwind with a nice hot shower.

I grab one of my lace sleepwear sets and head into our bathroom.

“Mind if I join you, pretty lady?” Joe asks, as I’m about to step into the tub.

I smirk and turn around to see my sexy husband, already shirtless and leaning against the doorframe.

“Not at all handsome,” I reply, taking a step closer to him and wrapping my arms around his neck. “Baby girl is asleep already?”

He nods, scanning my naked body. “Knocked right out. Must’ve known her daddy was in a hurry.”

My bottom lip slides between my teeth and I tilt my head, as he feathers soft kisses on my jaw and neck.

“Mmm,” I half-moan / half-hum in approval. “In a hurry for what exactly?”

He smirks and gently lifts my chin, his gorgeous brown eyes locked on mine. “To reclaim what’s mine.”

** smut warning! **

Before I can respond, he connects our lips, immediately sliding his tongue across mine.

The kiss gets steamy quick, as he slides his hands up and down my body.

My breath hitches as he grabs handfuls of my ass, his fingertips just barely grazing my pussy from behind.

“Already soaked for me,” he mumbles against my lips, his voice as deep and sexy as ever. “Y’missed daddy that much, hm?”

“You have no idea,” I reply, my voice just above a whisper.

He smirks and scoops me up by my thighs, never breaking the kiss.

I automatically wrap my legs around his waist, as he brings us into the shower.

The hot water cascades down my back and steam takes over, immediately calming any butterflies I had from earlier.

You’d think I’d stop having butterflies years ago, given how long I’ve been with him.

But when you’re married to Joe Anoa’i, don’t hold your breath.

“J-Joe….baby…” my voice trails off, as he feathers kisses down my body and lifts one of my legs onto his shoulder.

“Shhh,” he orders, stroking my folds ever so gently with his thumb. “Just relax and enjoy, sweetheart.”

As soon as his thick and wet tongue makes contact with my skin, I immediately feel like I’m ascending.

“Fuck,” I whisper-moan, my hand immediately traveling down to his gorgeous curls. “Joe, oh my god.”

He hums in approval, digging his fingers into my hips and flicking his tongue in and out of my clit.

“So fucking sweet baby doll,” he mutters against my pussy. “I’ve been craving your taste for so long.”

I try to form words, but the feeling of his mouth on me takes over, interrupting my thoughts and resulting in a loud and hearty moan.

“Just like that sweet thing,” he exclaims, stroking small circles onto my thighs. “Let me hear you.”

Between his dirty words and his skillful tongue, I almost immediately feel a deep pit in my stomach.

And before I can let him know, he practically reads my mind.

“Go on and cum for me mama,” he says, his voice extra raspy. “Make a mess on daddy’s face. Show me how much you missed me.”

My climax rips through my body, as I softly whimper and grind against his tongue.

** smut over! **

“Fuck,” I mutter to myself, running a hand through my hair, once I’m back to standing on two feet.

Joe chuckles and wraps me in his arms, followed by a kiss to my temple. “You good, honey? I didn’t get too ahead of myself, did I?”

I nod, panting lightly and giving his chest a kiss before laying my head on it. “It’s just been a little while, that’s all.”

Don’t get me wrong - my toys get the job done, but nothing and I mean nothing compares to the sex god that is my husband.

“Well as long as you feel good,” he replies, rubbing my back gently. “That’s all I’m worried about.”

I look up and give him a soft smile. “You’re perfect, you know that?”

He looks back down at me with a gorgeous smile in return. “The most perfect woman in the world calling me perfect? Hm, I’ll take it.”

I giggle softly and brush our noses together.

“Let’s finish up in here and get some rest, hm?” he suggests, nodding towards the door to our bedroom.

I raise an eyebrow, folding my arms across my chest. “Does ‘getting some rest’ entail getting into bed so you can get round two out of me, Mr. Anoa’i?”

He puckers his lips to the side and raises his hands, as a smirk grows on his face. “You said it, not me.”

I roll my eyes playfully, shaking my head. “You’re lucky I love you.”

He chuckles and grabs my face, pulling me in for some quick kisses.

“Now,” he begins, pulling away and grabbing my bottle of shampoo from the rack hanging on the wall. “Turn your lil fine ass around.”

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joyfuladorable · 3 days ago

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Drawing meme featuring (some of) my favorite TMNT girlies!

Bonus insight into my faves:

Current Favorite - Rise Casey Jones, my beloved. I've drawn her an innumerable amount of times. Thinking about her lore is so Fun *is crying*

Comfort Character - 03 Angel, the character that you are (I've redesigned her and made up most of her lore). I've been drawing her since I was a teen because she's besties (now girlfriends) with an OC of mine!

By Design - LITA!!! Precious child, I love her So MUCH she's soooo CUTE!

By Plot - Jennika Jennika JENNIKA! I think her character development throughout IDW is so intriguing and deep and cool and OGHHHH her recent development makes me want to chew through STEEL

Guilty Favorite - Starlee from Fast Forward! Less guilty in the usual sense and more guilty in that I feel bad for liking her a lot but never making any content for her, lol!

All-Time Favorite - 03 Mikey, we all know this. My childhood bestie who has my whole damn heart!

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gothicxreylover · 2 days ago

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Hello. Can you do a Yandere tengen+ his wives with an s/o, who is a bit shy and submissive maybe?

Thank you

“Dazzling Devotion” – Yandere Tengen + His Wives with a Shy, Submissive S/O (Fluff)

Life with Tengen and his wives was… overwhelming in the best way possible. They were expressive, bold, and unapologetic about their love for you, constantly finding ways to dote on you even when your shy nature made you flustered beyond belief.

You were their precious little darling, and they thrived on your soft-spoken words, your hesitant glances, and the way you melted under their touch.

Because no matter how much you tried to shrink away or hide, they would always bring you right back into their arms.

Tengen Uzui – The Flamboyant Protector

Tengen was the worst when it came to respecting your personal space. If he wanted your attention, he was getting it, whether that meant effortlessly lifting you onto his shoulder or twirling you around in his arms like you weighed nothing.

“Ahh, there’s that adorable expression I love so much,” he teased, grinning as he tilted your face up with a finger, making you look at him. “No need to be so shy, my little love. You belong in my arms.”

He lived for the way your cheeks burned, for the way you struggled to meet his intense gaze. It only made him want to tease you more, to pull you impossibly closer until you had no choice but to accept the overwhelming devotion he poured onto you.

And the way you submitted to his touch, so obediently and sweetly, sent a thrill down his spine.

“You’re too good for this world,” he’d murmur against your temple, voice softer than usual. “But don’t worry, we’ll protect you from anything that tries to take you away from us.”

Hinatsuru – The Gentle Nurturer

Hinatsuru had a way of making you feel safe, her love manifesting in quiet, tender gestures that melted away any anxieties.

If the others overwhelmed you too much, she was always there to pull you into a warm embrace, stroking your back soothingly. “It’s alright, Y/N,” she’d whisper, resting her chin atop your head. “You don’t have to say anything. Just let me hold you.”

She loved how you would unconsciously lean into her touch, seeking comfort in her presence. Every time you shyly reached for her hand, she would squeeze it reassuringly, as if silently telling you: I’m right here. You don’t have to be nervous.

She always noticed when you were too flustered to ask for attention, so she made sure you never had to. Whether it was preparing your favorite tea, brushing your hair, or wrapping you up in a blanket while resting her head against your shoulder, she showed her love in ways that spoke directly to your heart.

And if she saw even a hint of discomfort, she wouldn’t hesitate to softly scold the others. “Tengen, Makio, Suma… give them a little space,” she’d say with a smile, though her tone was firm. “You don’t want to overwhelm them too much, do you?”

But deep down, she loved your flustered reactions just as much as the others. She just preferred to earn your trust, coaxing you into accepting her love until you willingly sought her out on your own.

Makio – The Feisty Tease

Makio loved how submissive you were, but at the same time, it infuriated her how you never asserted yourself. She saw it as both adorable and frustrating.

“You’re too damn cute for your own good,” she huffed, arms crossed as she tapped her foot impatiently. “Seriously, how am I supposed to not smother you when you get all shy like that?”

She wasn’t one to coddle, but she was one to get possessive. If anyone else outside their relationship made you blush, she was instantly throwing an arm around your shoulder and pulling you close, shooting a glare that dared anyone to even look at you the wrong way.

If she really wanted attention, she’d be so dramatic about it. “Oi, if you don’t hug me right now, I’m not letting go of you all night,” she’d threaten.

Of course, you’d end up in her arms either way, her grip tight and unyielding as she nuzzled into your neck. “There we go,” she murmured, voice softening. “I knew you wanted to be close.”

And the moment you finally, shyly, hugged her back?

Her heart melted into a puddle.

Suma – The Clingy Crybaby

Suma was, without a doubt, the most dramatic when it came to your shy nature.

The first time she realized how submissive you were, she nearly burst into tears. “H-Hina! Makio! Tengen-sama! Y/N is bullying me by being so cute!” she wailed, flailing dramatically before throwing herself into your arms.

She was constantly clinging to you, whether it was linking her arms with yours, resting her head on your lap, or straight-up wrapping herself around you like a koala.

“I can’t help it!” she’d whine whenever the others scolded her for overwhelming you. “They’re just so soft and sweet and perfect!”

Despite her dramatics, she was also the most vocal about how much she loved you. If you so much as looked at her with those shy, unsure eyes, she was instantly showering you with affection.

And if you ever, ever initiated affection first?

Suma would malfunction, her entire face turning red before she inevitably burst into happy tears, clinging to you even tighter.

“You love me that much?!” she’d cry, sniffling as she buried her face in your chest. “I knew it! I knew you loved me!!”

A Love That Envelops You

Between the four of them, you were absolutely spoiled with affection.

They knew you were shy, but they adored that about you. They thrived on the way you hid your face when flustered, the way your voice wavered when they overwhelmed you with compliments.

But they also treasured you, showering you with warmth and reassurance whenever you felt uncertain.

No matter what, they would always pull you into their arms, into the safety of their unbreakable devotion.

Because you were theirs—their precious, shy, perfect little love.

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aboutcustardcreams · 22 hours ago

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It's not that easy

Summary: Nicky remembers meeting a woman named Rio, and you feel on cloud nine at the possibility of the four of you finally becoming the family you were always meant to be. But Agatha has doubts. She wants this just as much as you do, but she isn’t sure that wish will be granted that easily.

a/n: I'm sorry, sooooo sorry for the slow updates- I'm studying because at the end of the month I'll be attending a public competition and I'm doing by best to pass it.

Hope you enjoy the chapter :3 Have I proofread? Of course not, hihi! Bye for now!

previous chapter

Tears welled up in your eyes as you gazed tenderly at your son. Your hands cupped his cheeks and the pads of your fingers grazed his newly warm skin.

“You’re back– you’re safe,” you breathed out, with a watery, yet sincere smile. You could barely stifle back a sob the moment he mouthed ‘mama’ to you, then ‘mom’ to Agatha, with his tiny precious voice you had missed like air.

Agatha’s lips cracked into a weak smile as she mouthed her gratitude to you over and over. In response a confused crease formed on your forehead, because honestly, whatever was she thanking you for? Nicky was your son, too. Of course, you’d try anything in your power to bring him back to you.

She pulled the boy in, her arms wrapped tightly around his middle, her chin rested atop his head as she inhaled deeply.

You moved a strand of hair from your face and looked closely at the scene unfolding before you. Your chest filled with a pleasant warmth, that helped ease the slight shivering of your body, perhaps given by the exhaustion that was catching up with you.

“Mom, you’re squishing me–”

You chuckled quietly at his small whine.

Her hands glided up from his hips to his cheeks as she pulled away. “Sorry, I’m sorry… I just–” She replied in a stutter.

Nicky tilted his head, leaning into his mom’s cuddle. He knew what she was trying to say, so he helped out, with a smile. “I’m happy to see you too, mom.”

She froze. You did too, and your heart ached for him. The possibility that he had, after all, been aware of everything, turned into a certainty. Nicky knew he died. He knew to have crossed over, only to be brought back shortly after. Swallowing a thick lump inside your throat, you locked eyes with Agatha, her jaw set in both guilt and sadness. You inhaled a shaky breath, trying to put it together, for Agatha and for him. He was there, he was alive.

You leaned over, lips a few millimeters from his ear as you whispered, “haven’t I been missed?”

He giggled, when your voice tickled his skin. That sound alone was enough for Agatha’s expression to shift completely, turn calm again, relieved.

“Of course mama!”

Your head lolled to the side as you hummed, “Um, and how much are we talking here?”

“This much!” He squealed as he turned around. You barely had the time to open your arms when he threw himself into your embrace. You caught him with an ‘oof’ as your legs flew up and you rolled on your back, making sure your arms were wrapped around him protectively.

Agatha sniffled amusedly. “Careful, you two–” She chided, wiping a single tear with her finger.

Burying your face in his hair, you let your nostrils fill up with his scent. You inhaled and exhaled. He was there. Against all odds and despite the warnings you received. Nicky was alive. You felt his magic, still raw and buried inside him, waiting to blossom at the right time. It brought a sense of pride within you, the thought that someday he’d become a great witch.

“Mama?” His hands moved from your neck, down to the fabric of your garment at your hips.

You pulled yourself up, with Nicky still secured in your lap, “yeah?”

“You saved me, didn’t you?”

Your lips curled upwards as you locked eyes with Agatha for a brief moment. You caught the quivering of her chin as she nodded her head, swallowing those salty tears that kept falling on her lips.

“I s’pose, I did, my love,” you muttered, reaching out to comb his hair.

His eyes twinkled with gratitude, as he pressed his head against your chest one more time, “I knew it was you.”

You sniffled, then pursed your lips to the side of your cheek. Your arms tightened around him once more, making you feel as if you were holding your own life in your hands. “I didn’t do it all by myself, though,” you continued in a whisper, “I couldn’t have done it without your mother.”

Agatha inched closer until she was right beside you and your boy. She hummed, a sound between a light scoff and a chuckle. Of course you’d give her the credit for what you did. With extreme gentleness, she cupped the back of your head and pulled you closer, before pressing a kiss upon your forehead. Her brows furrowed, as she lingered, noticing you were a bit warm.

You sensed her worry even before pulling away, but didn’t give her the chance to indulge in her concerns.

“How are you feeling?” You asked Nicky.

Agatha sighed, she knew what you were doing and for now she let it drop.

“I feel fine,” he said with a shrug. No more coughing– nor that bothersome tickle in the back of his throat. No pressure in his chest whatsoever. None of that anymore.

“Like really really fine.”

Your fingers traced his hairline and forehead. Beautiful hazel eyes bored into yours and in that moment you sensed he had other things to tell you. You playfully nipped at his nose, “Oh, I know that look of yours–” you teased, and Agatha’s brow shot up in curiosity. “Is there something you’re not telling us?”

He looked conflicted as he started fidgeting, “No, not really mom, I mean– I was going to tell you now,” he replied, though by the sound of his voice you caught a pinch of insecurity. Agatha placed a hand upon his shoulder. “It’s okay– we’re not mad or anything. We’re here for you, Nicky. You can tell us anything.”

“Always,” you added sincerely.

“I know, moms–” he smiled, finally seeming to have achieved newfound confidence. “I just– I have memories of a woman. It’s all coming back now in bits and pieces.”

Agataha held her breath, eyes widening a bit, quickly assuming who he was talking about.

A lump formed in your throat, and you did your best to swallow it down. “Yeah?” Your eyes flickering back to Agatha, whose trembling hands remained on his shoulder. “What do you remember?”

“She umm, she used to visit me… pretty often. I don’t know how it happened, I still don’t– she wouldn’t tell me that. But it was always in a forest, pretty much like this but… different, prettier and quieter, with no one else around,” your thumbs stroked his palms encouragingly as he told the tale. “I would feel fine, just like I am now, and we would talk a lot, mostly about me– she loved listening to whatever I had to say to her–” He recalled with a sweet smile tugging at his lips. He appeared serene and that was all you needed. All you ever needed.

Rio was good for him, she had always been. How could she not be? She was his mother, too.

“She seems nice,” you let your comment slip with ease.

“She was– is,” he scrunched up his nose at the mistake.

Agatha leaned over, the pads of her fingers came up to cradle the boy’s face, “where’s this place you’re referring to, my love?”

He hummed in thought, “I don’t know—” he began. “She said it was safe, and I just believed her. You and mama were never there with us,” he added, making you and Agatha feel weird in your stomachs. “But it’s okay because she was kind. And funny,” he added with a giggle. “She said the funniest things.”

A quiet, moved chuckle bubbled out of you, because of course Rio would be the fun parent among the three of you. That was just so her. And oh, how you wished you could see it. To watch her take on the role that was rightfully hers as much as it was yours and Agatha’s.

Agatha’s tension mirrored your own, but when she caught the emotion flickering in your eyes, she didn’t hesitate. She reached out, fingers laced with your own.

Your lip quivered, your eyes watered. You wanted to tell him everything.

“That’s because she–” But you couldn’t. Not yet. Not like that. So for now, you swallowed it back.

“She what, mama?” Nicky asked, with that curious little voice of his.

Sniffling, you forced a better smile out of you. “She loves you like your mom and I do.” Rio needed to be the one telling him, she was his mother too. Her joy alone. Her victory. “Maybe someday, we’ll all be together, as a family.”

Nicky’s eyes widened in sheer delight.

“Would you like that?” Agatha continued. A warmth bloomed in her chest as she stroked his hair.

He nodded excitedly, briefly turning towards her. “I’d love it if you three met. So yes, can we? Can we really?”

Out of the corner of your eye, you caught the way Agatha’s expression shifted. Her lips twitched, almost as if she wanted to smile but wasn’t sure she should. Because yes—that would be the dream. The best possible future they could carve out. And she would be lying if she said she didn’t want it to work, that she didn’t long for it as much as you did. And apparently Nicky, too.

But she also worried, and sometimes she couldn’t help it.

“We can definitely try,” she said in a low murmur.

“Do you remember the woman’s name, Nicky?” You asked.

His lips slightly parted ajar and a soft ‘oh, slipped out. That alone gave you the answer you were looking for as a little crease found its way between his brows.

“No worries,” Agatha was quick to add, hating to see her boy struggling so much. “You’ve been through a lot. Give yourself time to collect your thoughts.”

Agatha was right. If you were feeling tired, you couldn’t even begin to imagine how stressful it must have been for Nicky to die and then come back to life in such a small time lapse.

“It will come back to you in a jiffy,” you reassured him.

“Kay,” he sighed, and by his focused expression you and Agatha realized he was still trying to remember her name.

Agatha rolled her eyes, ruffling his hair with a fond smile. “Why don’t you rest for a bit, hmm?”

“I’m not even tired, mom,” he shot back instantly, springing to his feet with an energy that took you by surprise. If you’d tried a move like that, you were pretty sure your vision would have been swimming with black spots. So instead, you stayed put, knees still tucked beneath you.

“Oh, would you look at that–” you mused. “Did you get super strength and super speed?”

He nodded proudly, and swelled his chest. “I think so, mama. I feel like I can run up and down the hill without breaks all day!”

Unlike him, you weren’t exactly brimming with energy, though you were certain a proper nap would set you right. Agatha, however, wasn’t as easily reassured. Now that she had confirmed Nicky was well and healthy, her attention shifted to you, her sharp eyes taking in every detail.

Without a word, she reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, her touch lingering just a second too long, as if she was trying to prove a point.

“You’re warm–” she noted, but you shrugged it off, “I’m fine, Ags. I could use a nap, though,” you admitted, because there was really no point in lying, not to Agatha.

Nicky plopped down beside you again, scooting closer until his knees bumped against yours and his fingers pressed against your cheeks. “You got the sleepy eyes, mama.”

You blinked at him, and before you could prevent it, a yawn slipped from your lips. “The sleepy eyes, huh?”

He nodded with a chuckle. “You should sleep now so later we can look for Rio together and–”

The moment the name left his lips, you gasped. Nicky, always attuned to you, mimicked your reaction with wide eyes and a startled expression, before it shifted in something different. A realization. A recognition.

“I—” he blinked, breath catching. “I remembered.”

Nodding your head, you smiled. “You did!”

Agatha, however, did not share in his delight, nor yours. She didn’t move, didn’t even seem to breathe. Her entire body went still, rigid, as if the mere sound of that name had reached inside her chest and tightened its grip around her heart, suddenly too big to be contained in her chest.

“We are gonna find her,” a promise, you made it your own mission to make you four a family. “Right, Agatha?”

Her lips parted slightly, but no words came at first. She didn’t know how to feel. Didn’t know what was the right thing to feel after everything that happened.

But when she looked at you, really looked at you, at Nicky, at the unwavering hope in both of your faces, she knew she couldn’t bring herself to be the one to dim that light.

She wouldn’t be the one to dim your hope. Not when she wanted this just as much as you did. But she would be vigilant this time, making sure nobody would attempt to harm either of you, nor her newfound inner peace.

“Yeah,” she conceded, her voice quieter than she intended, but no less certain. “We can definitely try.”

“Are you sure about this?”

“Hm?” Your eyes darted from Nicky to Agatha, and you immediately noticed the scowl on her face. Nicky was trotting a few steps ahead, the three of you were headed towards the nearest village for something to eat.

“Sure about… the supper?” You began, an eyebrow shot up confusedly. “Because yes, I am. I love you, but we need some real cooking. We are good at many things, but that–” you wiggled your fingers in support of your reasoning, “isn’t really our strong suit, is it?” An amused smirk tugged at Agatha’s lips. She couldn’t exactly say you were wrong. You were terrible at cooking. And she was even worse.

“I feel like I haven’t eaten in days–”

Agatha drew closer, brows furrowing in concern. "The ritual took quite a toll on you, huh?”

Binding your soul to another’s had been a first. You had read about it in the Darkhold long ago, back when you and Agatha were desperately searching for a way to live with Nicky without a countdown—one that didn’t involve tearing through the Multiverse to ‘steal’ a healthier version of him from another world where he was happy and loved by other versions of you. No, you wanted your Nicky, from this Universe to be by your side.

You shrugged, with a small smile. “Perhaps, but I’m all good now. Just hungry.”

The nap clearly helped you out. You looked like yourself again, and that alone should’ve been enough of a relief to Agatha, yet it wasn’t. Not completely at least. You didn’t know, but she had been awake when you took a nap earlier with Nicky. The boy had assured you both he wasn’t tired, though the moment he laid his head over your chest, he closed his eyes and fell asleep with you within minutes.

And while you slept, Agatha refused to let her eyes flutter close, refused to let her guard down. Because when she did, Nicky had slipped away from her. It had been her negligence, a lapse in attention that had cost her everything. But things were different now. Nicky was safe. Whole. It was unlikely he would slip away again, not when he was finally healthy. Not when you had made it possible for him to be—with that impossible magic of yours.

She averted her eyes and inhaled. “When I asked you if you were sure about this, I didn’t mean the supper–”

A placid smile tugged at your lips as you held out a hand towards her. “I know–” Her steps faltered, before coming to a stop. To be frank, you only pretended not to understand, because you did. A part of you was just afraid to talk about it, because you wished with all your heart to be on the same page as Agatha, but you knew that there could be a possibility you two weren’t.

“It’s about Rio, isn’t it?”

She nodded, her smile wavered at the mention of her name. That made your heart ache for her, for Rio. Perhaps, the vision you had of family was still a long way off. So annoyingly out of reach.

“I don’t know if we can trust her. Not after everything–”

Your face fell, but you tried not to show. You called out for Nicky before focusing your entire attention back on her, told him to take a short break, and to not wander off in the meantime. Luck was on your side, since there was a small stretch of water that caught Nicky’s attention. Blessed childhood.

Turning around, you took a slow step closer to Agatha. Gentle. Encouraging. “I know you’re skeptical about this, and you have all the reasons to be, but I want to believe it can work out,” you breathed out, a hand came up to cradle her cheek. “ I need to–” you added, almost desperate, in a plea. “Don’t you?”

Her nostrils flared as she bored her eyes into yours. She hesitated only for a second, but not because she didn’t want this, it was more complicated than that. “Of course I do–” she trailed, trying to mask the veil of fear darkening her eyes to no avail. She exhaled in a long shaky breath. “What if she tries to take him again? What if she comes for you? For any of us?”

Your lips pursed in a grimace as you drew closer, so close your hips brushed against hers. Your hands found her face, fingertips gliding over her skin with the softest touch, meant to ground her and reassure her. “Nicky’s thread of life is completely restored,” you assured. “It won’t be his time to go for a long, long, looooong time from now,” a pause, where your lips stretched into a smile.

Agatha wanted to believe you, put her full trust in you like she’s already done but she was scared. Something was holding her back.

“And as for me and you… she wouldn’t. I know that. I just do,” you hoped your conviction could be enough for her. But sometimes words couldn’t suffice. When she didn’t react, you playfully nudged at her arm, offering her a wink. “Come on– have I ever let you down before?”

With a slow shake of her head, she let out a slow, measured sigh and leaned in, closer, impossibly closer, hands tangling in your hair, almost possessively, almost desperately. As though keeping you close could somehow keep you safe. It was silly really, all things considered. Why? Because you were the one that in the end always kept her safe, she and Nicky.

Of course the answer to your question was no. You’ve never let her down, and you never would.

Agatha needed you, in a way that sometimes scared her. The depth of it, the ache of it—it gnawed at her, relentless and consuming. And yet, there you were, ever steady, ever certain. Always so damn optimistic, sometimes it annoyed her and yet...

She needed you to be you.

Optimistic. Courageous. Generous in ways only you could be.

“I wish I was strong like you. But I guess that’s something that cannot be taught–” She murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

The sound of your laughter broke through and Agatha felt like falling. Her heart pounded, tickled against her ribs, filled her ears, although drowned her out in the best possible way.

“Funny,” you mused, tilting your head just so, your fingers still cradling her face. “Because to me, you’re the strong one.”

Agatha tried to object, to tell you how ridiculous what you just said was, but you didn’t let her. You couldn’t. “It’s true. I see you, Agatha. Past the walls, the surface. You’re the strongest person I’ve ever met, in the softest, most breathtaking way and that is so beautiful.” Your thumb brushed against her cheek, just in time to wipe a solitary tear that had just slipped down. “You’re so beautiful, Agatha Harkness.”

Agatha’s throat tightened. Her eyes turned red and puffy and damn you– it was your doing. A chuckle slipped from your lips, when she grumbled something under her breath, something along the lines of ‘you’re an absolute idiot.’

“Moms!” Nicky cried out. “Can we go now?”

“Hear that?” You grinned, teasingly. “Your son demands our attention.”

Her fingers brushed against your cheeks, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, as she huffed, “I carried him for nine months only for him to act exactly like you.”

You chuckled, reaching for her hand and lacing your fingers together. “And to look exactly like her,” you added, your voice barely above a whisper, before turning to walk on again.

Her breath hitched just for a second. She swallowed, before muttering a quiet ‘yeah’ in return. “I suppose I can let it slide for now.”

“Gee, thanks,” you deadpanned, making her roll her eyes at you and your antics.

“But the conversation isn’t over,” she added, rather serious this time.

“Never entered my mind, it was,” you soothed, gently grazing the back of her hand with your thumb.

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