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littlespacereader · 7 months

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hi!! i just found ur account n love ur fics ૮ ᴖﻌᴖა could you do a matt murdock fic? (completely ok if not!!) no specific prompts in mind, just something including alot of comfort !! also preferably for a masc or gn reader💌 ty!!

I was looking through my inbox for a cute prompt so I could make a Valentine’s Day fic when I came across this adorable idea!!! Ahhhhh!!! Thank you so much for asking for a Daredevil fic!! Matt Murdock lives in my heart rent free! He would be such a cute CG!! I hope you don’t mind me making the reader GN so everyone could enjoy it as a Valentine’s Day fic. Please feel free to sent me another request! I love the daredevil show and would die to write another one like this! Please enjoy the fic everyone!

Happy late Valentine’s Day!💞 -Clara :)

Caregiver Little Day🧺💘

Caregiver! Matt Murdock & GN Little! Reader

Tags - hurt and comfort, tickling, surprises, picnic day, cuddling, hand holding

Nicknames - little navigator, munchkin & Dadee for Matt

Another rough day in New York City. It wasn’t really the City’s fault, nor was it my own. It just felt like life was getting harder and harder.

I’ve been working longer more exhausting shift at my job. Adding onto a long subway ride and long walk home to Hell’s Kitchen.

Sometimes Matt would be home but working on his next court case. So it would result in having a late dinner, small conversations here and there, then watching tv by myself while he went out to his second job.

Sometimes I would get home so late that Matt would already be out at his second job. I would just walk into an empty house with no one to talk to.

I can’t even remember the last time I regressed but did I need to now more than ever today. Everyone at my job was talking about their elaborate Valentine’s Day plans and what they think their spouse or partner was getting them.

With how busy things have been…I don’t know if Matt even remembers. I don’t blame him of course, he has two busy jobs! One saving lives in a court room and the other saving lives in Hell’s Kitchen. I just wish he could save me from my life.

Ding, ding. The subway arrived at my station in Hell’s Kitchen. I quickly get off and start the trek to mine and Matt’s house. The air is still chilly despite the ground hog saying spring was just around the corner.

I made my way up the stairs of my house and unlocked the door. I just wished and wished that maybe I wasn’t too late, maybe he was home and I could actually talk to him before he rushed out to be Daredevil. Maybe I would be able to tell him about my horrible day.

But my hopes were crushed when I returned to an empty house. Tears brimmed my eyes but there was no one to cry to, no one to be upset at except for the walls of the house.

I threw my stuff down by the door and just stormed off to our bedroom. I could feel myself getting upset by the second and in turn regressing without realizing it.

I grabbed my pillow, grabbed my blanket, then finally my little family of stuffies and threw it all onto the couch. I didn’t feel like sleeping but I also didn’t feel like being totally awake either, so it was a movie night with the stuffies on the couch type of night.

I quickly changed and grabbed my sippy cup from the kitchen before plopping down on the couch for the night.

I kept switching from show to show, trying to find one that helped me to relax. Stupid Valentine’s Day making me feel horrible!

Eventually when the clock hit somewhere between 2am and 3, I fell asleep while watching Blues Clues. Hoping that maybe when I woke up, Matt would be there to say good morning too.

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I woke up to the smell of something amazing! Was someone cooking? I slowly opened my eyes and realized I was still on the couch. But then I was met with a smile and..a balloon!?!

Matt looked over the couch and smiled seeing me awake. He grabbed the heart shaped balloon and brought it over to where I was sleeping.

“Good morning my Valentine! Happy Valentine’s Day Y/N!”

I just stared at him, both in shock and because…well…I just woke up…so I’m like half asleep here.

“You remembered?”

“I never forgot,” he smiled back.

He rounded the couch and took a seat next to me as I sat up. He handed me the red balloon as he began to talk. “Y/N, I know I haven’t been here as much as I’ve wanted to be for you, and I want to apologize for that.”

“It’s-.” I began to say before getting cut off.

“It’s not okay. I know you don’t want to hurt my feelings but it’s not okay that you’ve been alone as much as you have been. Coming home last night to you sleeping on the couch regressed and alone finally woke it up to me that there is something wrong in our lives. Between my two jobs I haven’t been home as much when you come home and I’m sorry for that. I’m especially sorry I haven’t been here a lot for Little you.”

“But that all changes after today. I’m making sure I’m home and by your side ever night. Especially if a certain someone comes home and is feeling a bit younger,” he added poking my stomach and making me giggle.

“Sound good munchkin?” He asked. I couldn’t believe my ears.

“No more Uncle Foggy keeping you at the office?” I asked.

Matt smiled and shook his head, “No more. If he want to keep talking to me about another case he can come home and join me. But I’m sure the moment he sees little old you, he’s going to have a change of heart.”

“No more Daredevil?” I asked worried. As much as I worried about him at night, I knew Hell’s Kitchen still needed him.

“Not as often anymore. And especially not if you regress. At the end of the day you’re my first priority. Then the city.” He explained.

I took in all the information then nodded, “Sounds good.” I smiled.

“Now,” Matt clapped, “I have a big day planned for us. I overheard someone talking about a Daddy-Daughter or a Mommy-Son day for Valentine’s Day and it got me thinking. What about a Caregiver-Little Day for our Valentine’s Day?”

I gasped and smiled, “That would be amazing!”

“I’ve got our whole day planned for us, nothing too spectacular or fancy but a fun day nonetheless!”

“Dadee?”

“Yes?”

“What’s burning in the kitchen?”

“Shit!”

Matt jumped up from the couch and ran over to the stove. I jumped up and followed and there, burning on top of it was an attempt at a pancake.

“I was going to make you breakfast in bed.” Matt chuckled. I laughed too.

“We both know Claire is the best cook out of all of us.”

“Karen too, I just hate to admit it.” Matt joked.

“Want some fruits instead?” He asked as he threw out the burnt pancake.

“Yes please!”

And so that’s how our morning started. Matt and I sat on the couch enjoy our non-burnt breakfast, a nice fruit salad.

Then came the first surprise. Matt went to the bedroom and grabbed a red gift bag with another balloon attached to it. I started laughing and Matt immediately smiled hearing my giggles.

“You haven’t even seen what’s inside the bag and you’re already laughing?”

“Dadee…the balloon has writing on it.”

Matt sighed as he sat down beside me once more. He couldn’t help but smile as he turned his head towards me, “What does it say?”

“It says happy 50th anniversary.” I giggled.

All at once the two of us started laughing like crazy together. It was such an honest mistake, after all how would Matt know, but a mistake that just made everything even more funny. Plus it wasn’t the first time he’s made that mistake. Last year for my birthday it was get well soon.

After the two of us caught our breaths from the laughter, he handed me the tiny gift bag. “Here, it’s just a little something to start our day off with.”

Before I ripped the tissue paper away, I paused and looked back up at Matt, “But I didn’t get you anything.” I said disappointed.

“That’s okay, you didn’t know I was going to surprise you.” He explained but I wasn’t so satisfied. Maybe I could find something on our adventures today.

After much delay I ripped the tissue paper away and pulled out the gift. It was a beautiful and soft blanket! But not the normal type of blanket…this is a picnic blanket!

“It’s a picnic blanket!” I smiled as all the possibilities of what we could do ran through my head.

“So what do you think that means for us today?” Matt smirked.

I gasped and smiled back, “WE’RE GOING ON A PICNIC?!”

“That’s right munchkin, we’re going to have a picnic today.”

I couldn’t help but lean over and hug him. All the stresses and all the dread of the day before washing away with this amazing day that has really just begun.

We both got changed out of our pjs and then spent the rest of the morning getting our picnic supplies together. After all, you can’t really burn a sandwich…or can you?

Well with our picnic supplies, new blanket, and basket full of food, we departed our house and made our way to our favorite park.

Once Matt locked the door, he turned to me and held my hand in his, “I need my little navigator to help us get to the park.”

The compliment always brought a blush to my face. I always loved walking with him through the city. I always told him what was happening around us and the crazy sights I was sadly witnessing.

But eventually we made it to the park! Matt helped lay the picnic blanket and I started to help set out our little lunch together. Then the two of us relaxed.

Matt draped one arm around me and I leaned into his side. The air was so calm with a little breeze here and there. It wasn’t sunny, a bit overcast. But I loved the overcast weather, it wasn’t as harsh on the eyes like a sunny day was. Everything was just right.

After eating our sandwiches we started to eat a little treat Matt bought for our day as well, a small box of candies. “No more than two.” He said sternly, but he didn’t have any heat behind it.

With our sandwiches and some candies eaten, the two of us relaxed on our blanket and just felt as the breeze swept over us occasionally.

I loved to watch the clouds go by. So as each one rolled by I would tell Matt what I thought each one looked like.

“This one…looks like an elephant fishing!”

“An elephant fishing? Why would they be fishing?”

“I don’t know. Maybe it’s their hobby.” I giggled.

“This onnnneeeeeee looks like a…a…banana with a sun hat!” I explained.

“What? What kind of sky are you looking at?” He laughed as well.

“Oh! Oh! This next one looks like-.” It looked like a flower wearing a dress. But the dress didn’t matter. What mattered was I had a brilliant idea.

“Wait here, I’ll be right back!” I jumped up.

“Don’t go too far okay?” Matt said before I took off. I ran around the sides of the park picking flowers that had already fallen. (I wouldn’t pick and kill them!)

With my tiny collection I returned to Matt. I sat beside him and took his hand in mine. “Ta-da! Happy Valentine’s Day Dadee! It’s a bouquet of flowers! I’ll describe each one for you.”

He lead his hand and had him feel each of the flowers I grabbed. Telling him how tall I thought they were and what color the flower was. All with Matt having the biggest smile on his face.

“They all sound beautiful. But it’s the thought that means the most to me. Thank you so much Y/N. I love them.” Matt pulled me into a nice tight hug. I rest my head against his shoulder and sighed happily.

Once we broke apart we just laid together, hand in hand on our picnic blanket. I rest my head against his chest and he rested his head on top of mine. The two of us just took comfort in being with the other.

“Maybe we should bring Aunt Karen and Uncle Foggy to this park? What do you think?” Matt suggested.

“No we gotta bring them to the park on Riverside!”

“Why’s that?”

“Because I wanna show Uncle Foggy the big slide there!”

“You think he’d go down it?”

“What do you think?” I laughed.

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” Matt laughed as well.

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crypticcowboys · 5 months

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omg hi !!! i just read ur new mike hc and OMG ITS SO CUTHEUERU will cry everyday thinking abt it. but i also saw that ur requests are open for mike and i’ve been DYING FOR SOME MIKE SCHMIDT FICS the rage abt him was too short😔 i was thinking something similar with the hc that you already have but with a little angst? maybe him waking up from a bad dream and just needing his gf? i just wanna see some domesticity with him and abby and just the gf taking care of them just to help him a little THE MAN NEEDS A BREAK PLS idk i think it would be super sweet. i hope ur having a good day!! if u don’t wanna take up this request that is totally a-o-kay🩷

a/n: i am so sorry. i completely forgot about this sizzling in my inbox and it has now been SEVEN MONTHS since this movie's release. but this was such a cute idea, i needed to finish it!! im so sorry and i apologize if youve moved on from this man omg LMAO pairing : mike schmidt x gn!reader warnings : kind of heavy angst w/delving into mike's thought process, mentions of nightmares, otherwise fluff. partly proofread. SPOILERS! (but you guys... probably dont need the warning by now, right?)

mike's nightmares (dreams?) about garrett didn't really... go away after everything that happened at freddy's. sure, it gave him some ounce of comfort knowing that he'd found the man who took his brother-- one of his lifelines, away from him, and also knowing that the same man who took his brother was now dead. but regardless, it didn't take the memories nor the guilt away. mike is, and has always been convinced that everything bad leading up to now must've been his fault. starting with garrett, all the way up to vanessa's coma, no matter how many times you've told him otherwise.

and that lingering guilt seeps into his dreams, too. he's had less dreams about garrett, and he's slowly started to have actual stupid, brief, 'normal' dreams that he can't even remember once he wakes up ever since he stopped taking the ambien; he could now safely fall asleep to the sounds of your breathing, the soothing motions of your hands in his hair, and the crickets outside rather than the repetitive nature sounds on the walkman. but when the dreams about garrett happen, they're... different. they aren't the same sequence that would usually happen in his dreams like before. he can't even remember what happens in them anymore, his memory fading as soon as he wakes up as if he hadn't dreamt anything at all-- but he's always waking up with sweat condensed on his brow, his heart racing out of his chest, and a lingering feeling of dread tugging at his heart, always feeling like somebody was watching him. he'd often wake up with a gasp, or a brief shout. it brought an aching feeling like no ofher— and while he doesn't remember the dreams anymore, the aching feeling is still the same he used to get when he was searching for why, and who kidnapped his brother. and there's another overwhelming feeling of guilt too— how could he ever even think of trading his sister for garrett?

sometimes you wake up from his violent shudders or sobbing, sometimes you don't. and when you do, you're there in a heartbeat-- your body moving faster than your sluggish, tired brain to pull him close and hug him tightly into your chest as he sobs incoherent words, not caring about his cries moving through the thin walls. he'll always apologize no matter how many times you tell him that there's no need to. he woke you up. shouldn't he feel bad about that? he just doesn't want to inconvenience you anymore. but you're pulling him out of his thoughts quickly, comforting him before he even gets a chance to regret waking you up.

it doesn't take him long to calm down whenever you're around to hold him, just like how he needed. the both of you breathing softly, the only sounds audible being your heartbeat and the wind rustling the leaves of the trees outside. quiet, just what mike needed. just like what he craved, with you.

"'m so tired." he'd whisper, blinking slowly as he traced absentminded patterns on the skin of your collarbone, the repetition soothing him. he always liked doing that. and he liked when you did the same thing with him.

"i know." you'd whisper back— and he didn't need to head anything else to feel your overwhelming care for him. it was still so confusing for him to adjust to— the fact that you wanted him even after all of the fucked up shit he went through. no— you didn't just want him, you loved him. held him without a care in the world, and you'd do it in a heartbeat. you learned his body language— knowing exactly what he needed and when. you were his home— you and abby were his home.

one morning, he's waking up alone. not really something that concerned him— you had stuff to do. like work, taking abby to school when you insisted he stay home and rest. he rubs his eyes as he stares up at the ceiling for a bit longer before pushing himself out of bed— there's no use in dwelling on last night, anyways.

mike shuffles out of bed with a yawn, scratching at the skin riding up on his shirt before feeling something wrap around him at torso level. he looks down, and it's abby. he gives her a small smile, bending down slightly to wrap his arms around her, and she giggles. "i'm not supposed to say anything." she whispers, rocking back on her feet slightly. okaaay... secrets right when he woke up, just what he needed. but he smells something good— pancakes? that has him shuffling right into the kitchen, staring at you tending to the stove, the perfect image of domesticity.

as abby's shuffling into the living room to go watch labrynth once more, mike paddles behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, giving a small kiss to your collarbone as he's staring down at your perfect hands, watching you make breakfast. usually he was the one to make breakfast— what was the special occasion? "i'm guessing this is what abby was being secretive about?" he grinned softly, breathing in the warm scent of your hair. soft. you were soft.

"i told her she wasn't supposed to say anything." you replied back, giving a soft 'hmph' as you eyed abby from the kitchen with a soft smile on your face, turning the heat off to the stove before turning around to face your boyfriend. the eggs were done cooking, anyways. "just... thought i'd do something nice for you. let you sleep in a little." your voice was soft, held implications of last night's nightmares shaking mike violently awake. he... didn't get much sleep whenever they happened. his eyes fluttered softly at the feeling of your hands carding through his hair again, and he's already about to fall asleep right at the stove.

you're prepared for him to pout, claim that breakfast was his job and that you shouldn't have gotten out of bed so early with the fact that you had so much stuff to do. but instead— he gives you a soft, bashful smile as he grabs your hand gently, kissing your palm. "thank you. y'know I love you, right?" he whispered, giving you a gentle peck on your lips. fuck morning breath.

"i love you." you whispered back, moving to lean in another time before you're hearing a dramatic gag from the living room, coming from abby. you and mike are scoffing with soft grins as the both of you depart from eachother— but still never looking away.

he never really worried about his nightmares after that, anyway.

#still not over the fact that i forgot about this for over 5 months #forgive me #love writing him though #mike schmidt is autistic #mike schmidt x male reader #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt #mike schmidt x fem!reader #movie!mike schmidt #fnaf movie #mike schmidt x gn!reader #fnaf x reader #fnaf mike #mike schmidt x you

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hyperfixat · 1 year

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refined this draft from febuwhump (forced to hurt a loved one) i posted it on ao3 a little bit ago but yeah here u go tumblr

lmk ur thoughts or go to my inbox w fic suggestions or wtvr

cw suicidal attempt (?)

satan, lucifer, mammon x reader (mc)

It's another one of Diavolo’s extravagant balls. It is the day you die.

You’re not scared. Well, not of death. You know the brothers care about you, deep down you know this. You're scared of how your death will affect them. You don’t know who you will have to take you, whoever is easiest to drag from the festivities, likely.

The music is lovely and Asmo’s beautifully manicured hand is clutching your arm and his eyes look so picturesque in the reflection of the thousands of yellow fairy lights magically strung throughout the castle’s ballroom.

Lucifer dismisses himself from your party to greet Diavolo, wings wide and blocking your view of the prince. It is probably for the best if you do not see him. Diavolo’s charm might sway your decision, and in the end you’ll regret not going through with this.

You know you will.

The air is stuffy and nerves lick at your spine when you detach from Asmo and innocuously scan the room for a brother looking uninterested in the dances.

Leviathan managed to sneak his handheld gaming device in, and is crouched in the corner, absorbed in his game. You consider approaching him, but Satan catches your eye through the crowd. The smirk that creeps over his face when you wave him over makes your heart skip a beat, and you already feel horrible about what you’re going to make him do.

“MC,” Satan takes hold of your hand and presses a soft kiss to the top of your hand, lips lingering a moment too long. “Care for a dance?”

“Actually.” You begin to sweat, your outfit feels all too tight as worry and remorse begins to take hold of your mind. “Could you join me in the garden for a bit?”

His eyebrows rise in mild surprise. “Oh? Of course, MC. I’d be glad to.”

You both take a glance around the room to be sure that Lucifer or Barbatos’ prying eyes aren’t making note of you two sneaking off. You lead him through the rose bushes and devillilly sprouts, past the pond where the firefish swim, all the way to a small cleared section of grassland that isn’t landscaped.

You barely take note of the way your eyes begin to bead with tears, but Satan does. When you face him, he frowns and lifts a hand to cup your face and wipe away your sadness.

“Satan, you know I love you, right?” You sniff. “And I’m sorry for making you do this, but,” your eyes prick with tears as you watch confusion settle on Satan’s face.

“Do what? MC, what are you…?” He’s cut short as you give your final pact command.

“Please be gentle with me.” You say it like a prayer, to the one who you’re letting end your fate. “Satan, I command you to kill me.” The words come out thick with tears and your throat is so tight Satan might not have to lay a finger on you lest you suffocate on your tears.

The air flickers with palpable tension, Satan’s demon form flicks out and he’s clenching his jaw hard. His whole body is vibrating and his hand flies from your face like you’re made of flame.

“MC, please revoke the command,” it leaves him choppy and strained. “Don’t make me….” Hurt, confusion, anger all bubble up inside Satan.

You fall to your knees as tears finally overflowing from your waterline, you’re hurting him.

A shadow looms over you and a trembling hand cups your jaw. His fingers are hot, much hotter than they normally are, you note.

You wonder how he’ll do it. Crush your skull in? Choke you? Break your vertebrae? Maybe he has poison fangs or something of the sort he’ll puncture you with?

“Mammon!” Satan shouts, but it cracks in volume. “MAMMON!” His eyes are staring at his hands in horror as they trace their way to wrap softly around your throat.

“BEELZEBUB!” A faux squeeze grips your airways for a moment before Satan is being pulled roughly off of you.

Your eyes fly open and Beel is physically restraining his older brother, who struggles weakly against the hold.

Mammon grabs you, and pulls you into his chest as he stands.

“MC, what’re you doing? Please, don’t let ‘im take you.” His face presses into your scalp as you ragdoll in his arms. “Please don’t.”

Satan makes a cacophony of snarls and wounded noises as Beelzebub continues to be an unmoving cage.

The noise has attracted the rest of the brothers to visit, unfortunately. Asmodeus is followed by Lucifer and Belphegor. The shaky cage of Mammon’s arms protects you from the worried gazes of the brothers.

“Lucifer, tell them to revoke the command,” Satan hisses out. He makes a particularly hard jerk in Beel’s arms and for a second Beelzebub wavers before regaining himself. “Get them to revoke it or get them away from me.”

“YN, what have you asked of him?” Lucifer strides over to you, kneeling in front of you. When you try to squirm away he reaches out for your jaw to force you to look at him.

A whine leaves you and you shake your head no.

“To kill them.” Satan chokes out.

The clearing falls silent save for your muffled hyperventilating tears. Mammon holds you tighter and the gaze of everyone is burning into you.

“Leviathan, Asmo, assist Beelzebub with getting Satan inside the Demon Lord’s Castle. Barbatos and Diavolo can handle him. Belphegor join them and please go grab some blankets from the castle. Mammon, let me see them please.”

The brothers follow Lucifer’s orders without complaint, save for Mammon who muffles a sob into your hair.

“Mammon.” Lucifer prompts and you sink further into Mammon’s hold. You hope Lucifer won’t be too angry with you. A cold, leather clad hand rests on the top of your head. It slides to cup your jaw and you inhale shakily as you allow your face to be lifted to meet Lucifer’s.

“I’m not disappointed in you. I am sorry that I hadn’t seen that anything was wrong. Please don’t go through such lengths to end your life again, little one. I… cannot bear the thought of losing you.”

Mammon’s grip on you tightens and he trembles around you. The intensity of Lucifer’s darling red eyes is making you squirm and you avert your gaze to a spot just beyond him.

“MC.” Lucifer calls your name again, and tries to meet your gaze.

“I’m sorry, Lucifer,” it comes out raspy and so quiet that if he weren’t a demon he wouldn't have been able to hear you.

“You don’t need to apologize, my star.” Your eyes meet and your jaw trembles in his hand. Lucifer leans in and places a kiss on the crest of your head. The sound of leaves crunching under dress shoes makes you flinch and glare over in the direction it’s coming from.

Belphie is walking, faster than he ever does, to your little trio. His body is burdened with a huge stack of marvelous comforters. They’re hand sewn with intricate images and designs and thick as sin.

“Thank you, Belphegor.” Lucifer raises himself to snag one off the top of the pile and with a flourish, wraps it over you (and Mammon, still crying softly and clinging to your body).

“Are they… are they alright?” He sounds so unsure, so meek and out of character.

“They will be,” Lucifer affirms, looking deep into your eyes. He motions for Belphie to join him in front of you. “Let us sit for a while. I trust the others to let Satan return when it is safe.”

With the heat of the moment smoldering down and adrenaline leaving your body, your tired eyes grow heavy. The weight of Mammon and the blanket is soothing and you feel yourself subconsciously leaning forward towards Lucifer’s open chest.

“Come on, little one,” Lucifer’s voice is soft and comforting. Your eyes slip shut as he helps guide your head into his lap and against his stomach.

#verified hyperfixat post #obey me #obey me x reader #obey me shall we date #obey me x mc #obey me comfort #obey me hurt/comfort #obey me brothers #om lucifer x reader #obey me mammon x reader #obey me satan #obey me brothers x reader #cw sui #tw sui #cw sui attempt #tw sui attempt

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whatudowhennooneseesyou · 1 month

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LMFAOOOOO RUBYYYY that ask ab ur mommy!hwa series 😭 i mean i kinda get that there might be lots of people like that person who may be uncomfortable about 18+ fanfics but like????? idk why they take those seriously, tbh. it's literally a FANFIC. i dint think those that u write fanfic for would even take their time looking their name up especially here on tumblr. it is very easy to scroll away and let other people enjoy the things that they do.

is it invasive to write stuff ab how he is in bed according to his birth chart? not really but quite? however, i dont think it's something people should take too seriously. astrology is fun. his chart is literally out there for free lmao. u're doing us (whose knowledge ab astrology and stuff isnt broad) a favor. it makes us curious.

and if it's a genuine concern, idk how hard it is for that person to use a tad bit nicer language. fuming mad for something they put themselves into ijbol like plsssss do urself a favor and as per their language, scroll the fuck away???? bahdhshshsh

GENUINE QUESTION THO: what does "mommy" mean when u use it to hwa? is it also like daddy but since hwa is intuned to his feminine side, he's more of like a mommy than daddy? LMFAOFI3IJRKGJJT SORRY I JUST DONT UNDERSTAND ITTTTT : (((( coz i havent read such fic w the same theme— using mommy to a male subject. hope i dont sound rude. ><

and.. pls post more about seonghwa's natal chart observations because i enjoy yours so much. they're very detailed and i resonate with it well since i almost have the same chart as him (as i was born 8 days after him) so yeah!

LOVE UR BLOGS SO MUCH! <3

Hey! The response to this ask is legit over a year late but better late than never and I have been excited to reply to this one for awhile.

For context, this was sent after I was sent a hate anon ask in my inbox stating that I was gross for calling Seonghwa 'Mommy' and analysing his kinks in my natal chart reading.

I just don't understand why ppl won't take the easier route and just scroll, like you're expelling unnecessary energy writing and I'm expelling unnecessary cognitive energy by reading it.

The 'should ppl write smut about real life celebrities' has been a question asked for literal DECADES now and i'm always on the belief that if you don't take it srsly- it's all good.

I just watched an interview with Ryan Reynolds who admitted to reading the smut ppl have written about him and loving every second of it-

If the celebrity I wrote fanfics for actively said 'I'm uncomfortable with ppl writing smut about me' then I would respect their wishes and not do it but until then, I'm going to keep doing it.

Besides, the members of Ateez know about the fanfics written about them from that time San googled actual fanfiction on Naver in one of his lives.

And so I think they're all probably okay with it and too worried about being an idol to care about atiny's writing smut about them

I personally think my smut fics and readings are on the same level of invasiveness as 'the way I would let this man *redacted* *redacted* me'- like it's okay to say to Atiny's but maybe not so much to the members.

(although if the members read my natal chart readings I would love to get their opinion).

MOVING ON!!!

'Mommy' is just another authority title you would use in the same way as you would call someone 'Daddy', 'Sir', 'Master' etc.

It's not an age-play/age-regression thing at all and ppl confuse the two, I'm personally not into age-play/regression- it's not my thing.

For etc, my fics all use the term w/o de-aging the reader in anyway.

I wAsn't the first person who has affiliated 'mommy kink' with Seonghwa, that title goes to @hongism when I read her fic many moons ago and was in love with the concept.

I just found that the title fit with Seonghwa in such a beautiful way with his caring but dominant persona and I found it's a great way of dismantling gender norms and expectations surrounding masculinity.

In terms of not finding other male idols who have been called 'Mommy', there are a few Mommy!Hyunjin ones (I've written some too) and he's a popular idol for the concept too but there are other idols I've seen such as Lee Know and Mingi.

If you go on my blog and type in #mommy!may there are SO many fics I've reblogged where the mommy kink is used for all your smutty needs.

That's so cool you're born in 98 as well! I was born in April too so I completely resonate with parts of Seonghwa's natal chart as well.

In terms of more 18+ observation...uhh I'm not 100% certain that Seonghwa is low-key an exhibitionist but with his Aquarius Venus and the fact he looks at Atiny's with such a lustful gaze when he performs...

The chances are pretty high.

#anon ask #answered ask #mommy seonghwa #mommy!seonghwa #park seonghwa x reader #seonghwa x reader #seonghwa smut #park seonghwa smut #ateez hard hours #atz hard hours #astrology ask #aquarius venus #i wouldn't be surprised if after a concert he gets so hard he has to rub one out in the bathroom you know?

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i saw 'box angst' and had to fling myself into ur inbox (ha, box) I AM INTRIGUED!! may we hear more?

It's set not long post-Degüello (as you might have imagined). After rereading it, I realize it's nearly a completed fic (now tentatively titled Illusion). So, here's the beginning, but look for the full version coming to an ao3 near you probably in the next week :)

Ronnie’s in a pub. Not one of his usual haunts. Those are all dead to him now like he probably should be. It’s a startling thought. Uncomfortable. It’s been a month since he got out of hospital and the thought keeps popping up; a sinister thing constantly hovering just at the edges of his vision. A black mark on every day. He can’t seem to get rid of it, and hasn’t managed to grab it and crush it to nothing either. Whisky helps. Mostly. He downs the last of his whisky and gestures for another, shifts on his stool and pulls out a cigarette, lights it, watches the smoke swirl around him as he exhales. He meant to leave Oxford. The night they let him out of hospital he was going to drive away, leave his flat and his things and never come back. But fit to be released didn’t mean actually fit, not by a long shot. There was no one there waiting for him. He hadn’t expected there would be. But he’d hoped, somewhere small in the back of his mind, that maybe Fred would have come. After negotiating the bus, he was exhausted, weak. He walked into his flat, stumbled to the bedroom without turning on the lights, lay down on his bed in the dark in clothes still crusted with his own blood. He didn’t have anyone to bring him a fresh set.

Ask me about my wips

Eta: The Box angst is now an entire fic: Nothing Like Poetry

#endeavour #itv endeavour #ronnie box #my fic #wip meme #fic meme

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kenobster · 1 year

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📝🗣️

please i just love u talking abt ur fics

From this ask game.

Ahhhh thanks so much, anon!!! I'm super flattered. :D

I'm still sloooowly working my way through the asks I have in my inbox, but this one luckily had great timing so I'm doing this one before the others. (Though maybe this isn't what you wanted, anon... in which case, my deepest condolences. XD)

🗣️ Talk about your favorite WIP

We are using this question as an excuse to talk about the Vader Mpreg AU, which is, in fact, my favorite AU, but also is convenient for another post I was gonna make today, haha.

For context, there are a few things you should know about me:

I did not watch The Rise of Skywalker until literally three or four weeks ago.

I have never written an mpreg in my life. (It's true that lizard brain craves noncon in a way that compels me to read the occasional mpreg... But while writing my own fic, I do try to keep lizard brain's demands as realistic and in character as humanly possible.)

Perhaps the most important thing to note: lizard brain always wins.

Anyway... this all started when I happened upon the RoS spoiler: "Rey is Palpatine's granddaughter" in the year of 2022. Having not watched the movie, I immediately wondered who the fuck the grandmother is (a question to which my actual RL mother ceaselessly chants "Mommy Mothmama" every time; do not ask me why.) Of course, lizard brain, being lizard brain, immediately headcanoned a dubiously consenting Darth Vader somehow being this elusive grandmother person. (The "somehow" was not important to lizard brain.)

For a year or so, I actually put off watching RoS — in small part because lizard brain didn't want its headcanons to be refuted. Fortunately for lizard brain, I have amazingly supportive friends who informed me that Rey is actually the daughter of a strand (aka a special Force clone) which was cast into the world only to hook up with some unknown female. Unfortunately for my friends, lizard brain realized that this information didn't refute its grandma!Vader headcanons at all. Quite the opposite in fact. 🙄

Thus, began the saga of lizard brain's precious Vader Mpreg AU.

In summary, Palpatine creates a synthetic uterus to host an ordinary clone of himself. Then, he implants the uterus into Vader's abdomen and fucks the shit out of him to get some perverse dark-sided Force magic going. Why, you ask? :) Well, dear anon, in order to transform this regular clone baby into a strand of course, lizard brain replies. :) :) :) To be clear, there is no creation of a vagina nor any other method to give birth. Instead, this strand baby, once ripe for the picking, is simply plucked from Vader's abdomen via c-section, and a newly prepped uterus is inserted in its place. After that, Palpatine repeats this process and all of its trial-and-error glory every nine months for the rest of Vader's life. (But don't worry; Vader will eventually flee to Obi-Wan, who is horrified to find his once-Padawan eight months pregnant.)

Honestly, excepting dubcon/noncon, this actually isn't that weird for me. Lizard brain already possesses a plethora of headcanons in which Palpatine modifies Vader's body. The uterus implanting kinda just feels like an extension of that. (For an example of these headcanons, urinary and intrarectal catheters have been installed into Vader's body, not out of medical necessity, but because it would be inconvenient for Vader to have to pee and poop while dressed in the suit. For another, maybe Palpatine put in a full-blown mechno spine replacement to eliminate bothersome nervous-system functions such as the registration of pain.)

In fact, while this body-modifying headcanoning won't enable live births or lactating breasts (for now.... please don't tempt my lizard brain), it will go beyond the uterus. :) For example... prepping Vader for sex sounds like an incredibly tiresome task, and it's not like anyone else can do it. Vader doesn't have any limbs, after all. Instead, Palpatine wonders, why not have Vader's anus be self-lubricating in way similar to that of a vagina? Why not scifi-gene-splice the shit out of that butt canal? Why the fuck not?

📝Share a snippet of an unposted WIP, with or without context.

I feel like the above AU description is pretty clinical, so I thought it would be fun to bring some emotion back to it via the use of a snippet. So, enjoy the wildly inappropriate noncon of a pregnant male villain:

At some point, he realizes the truth—that it isn't him being fucked into the mattress, face down, ass hooked on his Master's cock. Sidious isn't fucking Darth Vader or even his body. Sidious isn't even fucking Anakin Skywalker. In actuality, Sidious is fucking the uterus. The womb. The fetus. The uncast strand, the unborn infant. In actuality, Sidious is fucking himself. The truth of it has him choking on the respirator, on a dry and tearless sob, because this isn't about him, none of this was ever about him, it's about what Sidious wants, what Sidious likes, what Sidious craves. Vader is only the conduit of this ritual—far less than a pet or even a slave. Once, yes, he may have been an object of Sidious's obsession, and maybe he liked that, maybe he liked the way that Sidious took pride in what was once his greatest creation, in twisting Anakin Skywalker into this charred and rotten beast of a Sith. Because, even loveless, Sidious's pride burns value into Vader's flesh. Makes Vader feel as if he matters, as if he's worth something, as if he can live up to the magnitude of the pressure smothering him from the inside out. Punishment, after all, and pain and strife and sorrow, are their own kind of affection, ideal for the swollen carcass of need festering within his chest, and often better than the shame that blooms with praise. Right now, as his sphincter clenches around the cock inside him, as the base of his spine shoots overwhelming pleasure upward, as a fetus kicks at its shrinking walls pressed against the mattress, Vader finds that he is being neglected. The absence of Sidious's intimacy leaves his furnace-heart chilly and black and hollow, and he chokes and sobs and chokes and sobs, and the monotonous blue-blue-blue of this bedroom becomes half-blurred and dizzy as a torrent of tears spills from his right eye's still-functioning tear duct. The thrusting crests, and tapers out. Sidious's breathing evens, but Vader's choked sobs just won't die.

I would say I'm sorry, but I am who I am lmao.

#kb post #kb wip #vaders uterus #game #reply #anon #anakin #vader #palpakin #CW noncon

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marquez-junky8920 · 2 years

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hi!! always love reading ur fics! just wondering if u could do one for remy gardner where u find out that he is moving up from moto2 to motogp? just something fluffy and cute where you’re both super happy and excited and that if that’s alright :) thanks heaps!! <33

Author's Note: First off, let me say that I am SO sorry that it took me so long to write this. I remember you sent this request before but my tumblr inbox ate a couple of my requests and they went into ✨the void✨ Second of all, I hope you enjoy!

Dream Come True

You were sitting in your living room scrolling through your phone when your phone notified you that your boyfriend had texted you.

Rems ❤️

I can't wait to see you. I just boarded my flight.

You

I'll be waiting for you at the airport! I love you. Have a safe flight. ❤️

He'd been gone for 2 weeks in a row now for circuits that were in Europe. You loved seeing him chase his dreams in Moto2, but it was difficult sometimes when your schedules didn't match up and you couldn't attend these races with him. But this coming weekend, he was finally home in Australia for his home GP and both of you were stoked for it. With a little under half of the season left to go and Remy leading the championship, there were loads of things to be excited for. Especially when this was such an important race in the championship. If he won the race this weekend, it would keep him very safely in the 1st place championship standings. But even if he didn't, you'd still be incredibly proud of him and all that he's accomplished this season and in his career.

9 hours seemed to crawl by so painfully slow. You drove to the airport and found a parking space fairly quickly, not really rushing into the airport because you were almost 30 minutes early. You just couldn't sit home and wait anymore so you thought maybe waiting at the airport would make it better. It didn't. Those last 30 minutes felt longer than the 8 1/2 hours you'd spent waiting at home. But it eventually did pass and you walked up to the screen displaying all of the incoming flights. You found Remy's flight number and saw that it said arrived, trying your best to hold in your squeal as you watched people slowly start flooding into the terminal. You were beginning to think maybe it was the wrong flight, but your doubts were proven wrong when you saw that unmistakable head of brown hair walking up the terminal.

Wasting no time at all, you ran up to him, not caring who you may or may not have pushed out of the way in the process.

'Hi!' You squealed, smiling from ear to ear as you stuffed your face into his neck and inhaled his scent. Home...

'Hi baby. How are you?' He chuckled, squeezing you into that hug like his life depended on it.

'I'm better now that you're home safely. I'm going with you for the next GP. It sucks to be away from you for 2 whole weeks.' You said, setting your feet back down on the ground and walking with him to baggage claim.

'I know. The next race after this is in Japan, are you sure you can make that?' He asked.

'If I have to quit my job and find another one that will allow me to go to the next race, I'll do it.' He laughed at your determination.

With his bags secured, you walked out to the car with him and got into the car to drive home. During the drive, he told you about all of the interesting things that happened during the race weekend, good and bad.

'And then I had a meeting with Tech 3 about a potential deal.' You whipped your head to look over at him.

'Tech 3... As in MotoGP Tech 3!?'

'Yeah.' He laughed sheepishly. 'They want me on the team for next year.'

'Oh my god babe! That's incredible. Did you accept?' You squealed, slapping his arm excitedly.

'Not yet. The contract is still in negotiations, but they gave me the salary I wanted and it's a step in the right direction. They're supposed to give me a call on Friday to let me know if the contract is ready to sign.'

'And today is Wednesday. Oh gosh... We have to wait 2 more days.' You groaned as he laughed at your reaction.

'You're too adorable.' He shook his head and kissed your lips across the center console of the car. Just then, you pulled up in the driveway and helped him unload all of his things so that he could decompress a little bit before the craziness of a race weekend started all over again tomorrow.

~~~~~

Today was Friday... The day that Remy hopefully would get a call back about the MotoGP offer. You were in hospitality watching him top the second free practice session and anxiously awaiting him to get off the track. At this rate, he'd pass into Q2 with flying colors.

About 30 minutes later, the session was over and he came to sit with you in hospitality.

'So?' You asked, chomping at the bit to see if there'd been a call yet. He looked disappointed as he looked at you while drinking his water. Your heart sank to the floor.

'I didn't get the call today.' He said.

'Oh honey... I'm so sorry. I know how hard you've worked for this.' You got up and went to bend over to hug him in his chair.

'I know...' He hugged you back and when he pulled away, he had a piece of paper in his hand. 'That's why they handed me the contract to sign on the spot. No phone call needed. You're looking at Tech3's new rider for next year.'

'Oh my god! Baby I'm so fucking proud of you! This is so incredible. I'm so happy for you.' You cried, hugging him and kissing his face everywhere you could think of.

'Thank you babe. I couldn't have done it without your support. I owe a lot of this to you and everything you do for me.'

'Oh stop it.' You blushed before looking at the contract he held. There, in cursive, black letters was his name. Signed and official.

'I can't believe this. You've made it, love.' You cried, both of you now getting emotional as his lip quivered when he hugged you again.

'I fucking did it.' He said, his voice wobbling. That just made your heart soar with happiness and pride.

'Now you win this race this weekend. You got this, alright love?' You said, wiping the tears from his face as you hyped him up. He nodded and let out a breathy laugh.

By Sunday, Remy was the fastest rider on the track. Best pace, best timing, and best strategy on how to win this circuit. You had complete and total faith in him that he would win this circuit and maintain the championship lead for the rest of the season. The signing of the Tech 3 contract was the feather in his cap that he needed to be able to push through and win it all.

'C'mon baby, you got this.' You whispered to yourself, hands over your mouth. You weren't able to hide the nerves anymore as Raul Fernandez was right on his rear tire on the last lap. It was overtake after overtake and the battle was so intense, you started to feel your toes cross.

'Yes!! He fucking won!' You cheered with Remy's team as they celebrated a much deserved win. After the victory lap, Remy came back into parc ferme and curled forward on his bike. You could see his shoulders shaking from the tears streaming down his face inside his helmet. This was the reality setting in of not only winning the race, but realizing that his dream was coming true of moving into MotoGP. He finally hopped off his bike and ran over to you and the team, welcoming the love and support that showered him.

'You did it my love.' You shouted over the cheers, kissing the chin of his helmet and smiling through the proud tears.

The podium ceremony was probably one of the most emotional ones you've ever experienced with him. When he came off of the high and settled into the bus with you, he turned to look at you and said something that you will never forget for the rest of your life.

'I hope you realize that you mean everything to me.' He kissed your forehead lightly as you smiled to yourself. 'I can't wait to marry you one day.'

END

#motogp #motogp fluff #remy gardner fluff #fluff

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huntingingoodwill · 3 months

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Hiiii

Perfect time for me to unload those dreams on you cuz I’ve gotten my period yet again 😀 (relating to my Daniel dream)

Your opinion on rafe is maybe half true? I think he’s supposed to hate his dad although I’ve no clue, I still have not watched the show. I only like him cuz he’s hot 🙈

The dream with him was so like out of body but not cuz it rlly felt like I was there?? Idek how to explain it was wild. I think it had to have been a rlly old college campus and we were just chilling on the couch of this beautiful house. It was prob a frat house or something but I think I was watching too much scream queens so the house is just huge and beautiful with so much warmth and wood everywhere. Drooling for the interior design here before I even get to the man 😭

I am truly just so touch starved and wanting to be in a relationship cuz legitimately it was the most cozy and domestic vibe ever we are just lazing on this couch him laying back on me I’m playing with his super soft hair😩 also somehow my younger sister is there? Jump scare😳 we’re just arguing about this amazing flowering tree in the neighbors backyard (it must have been the prettiest tree ive seen in my life) and I’m going to google it cuz I must prove my point duh and I do this in real life where I sometimes need a moment to think about how to phrase a question or search to actually get the answer i need and of course he knows that so being the bestest boyfriend there is he just grabs the phone from me and searches up my first attempt at phrasing. I took it in the best casual dominance way ever paired with silence encouragement that my phrasing was right on the first try and I don’t need to overthink so much 😍😍 and then he just grabs my hand and interlocks (SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP MY ROMCOM DREAMS COMING TRUE) and everything just settles I completely forget about what I searched and don’t even care about the answer anymore just enjoying the feeling of holding hands and staring at this tree and the breeze coming through the window 💖💖💖

And then of course since it’s on a college campus I’m somehow whisked away to help at some random event and then I wake up 🥲

This was terribly long for me to truly relive this amazing dream that I hope I’ll never forget

Pls share any cool dreams you’ve had and I’ve rlly gotta find someone to request writing a fic for this 🤔

-😊💕

hiiii

lmao at this point i feel like you send me asks based on your cycle which im not really mad about bc that’s hilarious

girl i know all about liking men just because they’re hot don’t worry

shut up i LOVE SCREAM QUEENS nobody talks about that show enough. im very much a chanel oberlin.

dan kinda has frat bro vibes. is that controversial.

wait this is such a pleasant dream 😭😭 that’s so nice all my dreams are fucking weird. like ive had multiple dreams where i shot my friend and everytime it happens i report it to them irl and we laugh about me murdering them in my sleep that’s how u know ur friend is a ride or die

ALSO IM SORRY ik u sent me another ask and i was in the middle of replying it and it disappeared 😭 like it’s not in my inbox or drafts or anything 😭😭😭 sorry about that

#asks

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just-some-random-blogger · 2 years

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hi love! me again. i really was not able to not answer your answer (?) because it did make me cry and kick me legs bc you're so cute i can't. hope you'll get rid of your acne breakouts and cleaning your room won't be as terrifying as it can be. i'm glad to know my ask (?) made you happy! and to know you're working on the part 2 (and 3 maybe)! please don't overwork yourself, though!! yeah you're absolutely right! you're the law here and i love your laws! no one's dumb! especially not you! (but i feel your concerns so much ;) i use so many trops, symbols and shit like this in anything i write that no one understands it and i'm like ;;) so yes never know) but still your writings are GORGEOUS!! still this delicious moment with aegon coming out looking like a kicked puppy?? heartbreaking but tears taste so good) i'll try to read part 2 as soon as possible! i think you made my daemon obsession great again) and kissing your brain was the closest to how grateful i am to you!! thank you sm for answering! swear i couldn't sleep checking tumblr for it! good luck! see you soon! <з

HI MODERN!DAEMON NONNIE!!!

LOL idk what you mean about not answering my answer when you answered it 🥴 (woah thats confusing) but its all good its all ok i love you

And i am cute aren't i 🤩🤩🥰🥰🥰 love that for me

i HOPE I GET RID OF MY ACNE TOO IM TOO HOT TO HAVE ZITS PLEASE I CLEANED MY ROOM WASHED MY PILLOW CASES AND SHEETS AND EVERYTHING

every ask i get makes me happy and i have been blessed enough to have a lot of them that are all out of love 😭😭😭😭💗💗💗 there's actually so much for real and though my panicky brain gets anxious when i dont reply quick enough i hope you and everyone else knows how grateful i am to be a celebrity 😎 HAHHAH NAH but in all seriousness i appreciate each one of you so much.

i tooted my horn too hard tho 😔 since i didnt post p2 of fic today yet lahsfhashf but its fine trust me im not overworked cos yall cant make me write smth i dont wanna T_T ok ok the inner people pleaser in me begs to differ, but i swear im genuinely genuinely so invested in this fic i swear i swear i love what i did and you're gonna love it (i hope you love it)

i love my laws too 😃🤠BONK AHHAH im glad you dont think im dumb 😖😌 cos only a genius can write like me 🤪🤪🤪🤪 also im so glad you can relate with the symbolisms and tropes and hoohaa. you like me for real. and the fact u understand it and think my work is gorgeous ?!??!?!

im so glad you liked aegon. i love my modern!aegon so very much i keep him in my pocket. ur gonna like what im gonna do with aemond then i think HAHHAHAHHAHAHH (i hope you do)

also "heartbreaking but tears taste so good" 💀💀💀💀💀💀 you like me fr fr T_T HAHAH

my daemon obsession never died because ever since i watched the show ive been writing fanfics for him like its my job HAHAHHA i have no idea when season 2 will come out but it better come out RIGHT NOW i nEED MORE DAEMON

lemme kiss your brain too <3 mwah mwah mwah i love you

the fact you thanked me for answering you T_T of course id answer T_T thank you for coming to my inbox again! <3 you have a cozy seat next to my 4am nonnie cos i named you too lol. i actually saw your inbox as soon as you sent it i think, cos i was in the middle of writing something and i saw the notification then i read it then hyperfixated on writing the p2 of the modern!au after reading your message, (then i did the things i said i did in your first ask) i don't always reply soon because my brain is overwhelmed by the process of replying because i dont ever want to miss a detail that was said to me T_T i feel bad that you fixated on tumblr so much that you couldn't sleep T_T i'll try to do better T_T

I hope you spare me another ask on your thoughts when i post p2 🥺👉👈

I love you honey

xxx

#modern!daemon nonnie #my beloved anons #ask #anon ask #waiting for a lifetime #daemon x reader #aegon x reader

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leviathans-watching · 2 years

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heyoo

whenever u have the motivation, i love ur fics, can u do a gn reader! x solomon (fluffy) cooking w him?

cooking fics w him never gets old

tyy <3

cooking with solomon

includes: solomon x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .3k | rated t | m.list

a/n: this turned into baking instead of cooking but i still hope you enjoy lololol. my inbox is open to chat, request, or leave feedback, so come say hi!!

warnings: language, food mention

please reblog <33

“no!” you laugh, shoving solomon away from the bowl. “you’re supposed to mix the wet and dry ingredients separately! didn’t you read the instructions?” it had been a mistake agreeing to bake simeon cupcakes with him, but a) you couldn’t resist his puppy dog eyes, and b) you were taking it upon yourself to try to minimize as much damage as possible.

“instructions are for wussies,” solomon grumbles, and you groan.

“no, they’re not! maybe if you actually read the directions your food would-” you cut yourself off with a long, blown-out breath.

“my food would what?” solomon asks, putting his hands on his hips. the sight, combined with his apron, which reads your opinion is not part of this recipe, makes you want to take a picture. knowing him, he’d probably pose if you actually tried.

“nothing,” you say. “nevermind. let’s get these bad boys in the oven. we still have to make the frosting and decorations. and, ah, clean up a bit.” you look around the kitchen with a grimace. how solomon has managed to use every dish in the cabinet when you’ve been in the kitchen this whole time is beyond you, but everything is an absolute mess.

“no, what is this about my cooking?” solomon asks, dipping his finger in the wet ingredients and advancing on you. “what were you going to say?”

“don’t you dare,” you order. “solomon, don’t you fucking dare.”

with an impish smile, solomon swipes his sticky finger across your cheek, leaving a trail of butter, sugar, eggs, and oil behind.

“oh, i’m going to kill you,” you growl; solomon does not look appropriately threatened.

“yeah?” solomon taunts. “i’d like to see you try.”

what follows is not something you’re proud of. batter goes flying as you and solomon wrestle for the bowl, and when you finally break free from one another, you’re both sticky and gross. the kitchen is no better.

“simeon’s going to kill us,” solomon bemoans. “why’d you talk me into this?”

“this was your idea!” you hiss. “now c’mon. we can buy him cupcakes later, but we need to get this cleaned up now!”

leviathans-watching's work - please do not copy, repost, or claim as your own

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lavienjin · 3 years

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a (small) step forward | jjk

in which jungkook just wants a baby

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pairing: husband!jungkook x wife!reader

word count: 2,742

rating/genre/au: 18+ | domestic/est. rel. au | smut, angst

warnings: pwp • fingering • unprotected sex • creampie

author's note: for@taegularities whom requested this and i ended up writing more than intended. yes, i tried to include some angst in here because u break my heart on the daily with ur fics, bb. love u loads x

m.list | ao3

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Jungkook’s been avoiding you ever since you got back from your sister’s house.

At first, you thought that it’s all in your head – that maybe he’s in a bad mood after your niece spilled juice all over his favourite white sweater, a dark purple almost black stain permanently coating the front half, or because your mother brought up children for the umpteenth time despite you warning her not to. You’ve only been married for two years now and had agreed to wait on having children until you’re both in your own house, but with every hour you put into work and every measly pay check you bring home that immediately gets used up for myriads of bills, the dream of being a homeowner becomes further and further away.

You didn’t mind one bit, enjoying the little life the two of you had built over the last few years in your two-bedroom apartment and Jungkook seems more than happy to come home and relax after a long day at the office, whiskey in hand as he listens to his favourite records on repeat. Lately, he has not been doing any of that, nor does he kiss you on the cheek like he normally would. You chalked it up to stress after a week had gone by and he still hasn’t returned to his normal easy-going self; maybe there was a huge problem in the office that he can’t talk about yet, too busy thinking about his next move as he wonts to do.

After three weeks of minimal conversation, you begin to realise that this was not at all just in your head. Something was eating at Jungkook – taking away his once laidback attitude and leaving a strange hollow figure dressed in your husband’s clothes. It’s nearing your three year anniversary and you had asked your kind manager for the day off so you could slave away in the kitchen to make his favourite meal, hoping that it’ll somehow mitigate his crabby mood to replace it with romance instead. You laid the food out on your fanciest plates, the ones gifted by your in-laws at your wedding that used to belong to his great-grandparents. They’re beautiful, bone-white china with a golden trim and delicate blue flowers decorating the inside. Satisfied with your hard work, you glance at the clock as you wait for your husband to come home, humming your ‘first dance’ song as you clean the kitchen.

You wait.

And you wait some more.

Nausea churns in your stomach as you glance at your phone every single time it lights up, showing a candid shot of the two of you laughing and covered in cake on your wedding day, wishing – praying that it’s a text from your beloved, but all that greets you are shopping ads and random spam in your inbox.

When the door to your apartment clicks open that night, it’s past 10pm and the glass of wine you downed to calm your nerves had turned to three. Anger doesn’t begin to cover the fury in your belly as you watch your husband remove his shoes from the couch – at the messy hair and loose tie; at the shirt half-tucked into his slacks, sleeves rolled up to show off his built biceps. The image would normally make your heart flutter, but not tonight.

“Where the fuck were you?” You’re pleasantly surprised to find that your voice is calm as you take another sip of your wine.

If Jungkook is startled to find that you’re still awake, he doesn’t show it aside from a few furious blinks of his eyes. “Out with the boss,” he answers matter-of-factly. “What are you still doing up?”

You place the glass on the coffee table with a heavy sigh, answering his question with a wave of your hand as you pat the space next to you on the couch. He stalls, frozen at the front entrance for a moment before placing his things by the entrance and trudging to your seated figure, fingers raking in his hair.

“If this is about not letting you know that I’ll be coming home late, I’m sorry. My phone died and it’s a spur of the moment decision,” he mutters quietly as he takes a seat, staring into his hands instead of your face.

You quell the rage coursing through your veins, dragging your palm across your face as you inhale deeply. “It is, but it isn’t. Jungkook, can you please look at me?”

Jungkook remains stoic, still staring at his hands, saying nothing. Slowly, he drags his dark eyes over to yours and your heart breaks when you see the pain etched in the lines of his face. He seems older – mucholder than he was just a few weeks ago. You cradle his cheek with your palm, dragging your thumb over his skin as you note the dark circles under his eyes. Your wedding ring glints at the light and you’re reminded that you should be furiouswith him right now, but you can’t muster up the energy to nag, not when he’s looking at you with such sadness.

“You’ve been avoiding me.” It wasn’t a question nor was it an accusation, but Jungkook winces, turning his face away as though you’ve slapped him. “Jungkook, it’s our three year wedding anniversary next Tuesday. The least you could do is tell your wife what’s been bothering you.”

He exhales gradually, still refusing to return your gaze, but his tattooed hand grabs at your hand that’s still hovering in the air before lowering it to his lap. “Have you eaten?” he asks after a heartbeat.

“What? No. Answer the question.”

“You’ve been drinking wine all night. Let’s talk this out over dinner,” and finally he looks at you, a small smile on his lips, a silent promise to answer all your questions later.

You know your husband. You’ve celebrated his highs and comforted him through his lows and you hold on to that promise that he’ll talk to you about whatever it is that’s bothering him soon. So, you let him pull you into an embrace after you stand; his head tucked into the space between your shoulder and your neck as your hand rubs his back. You don’t think about worst-case scenarios when your husband shudders under your touch, inhaling deeply before letting go, the small smile still intact as he takes your hand and leads you to the dining room.

The food had gotten cold and the fancy china doesn’t let you reheat it, but though the conversation is a little stilted and awkward, it was also pleasant. He thanked you for cooking, the small smile turning into a much bigger grin as the night goes on while the two of you recount two years of marital bliss and the previous three years of relationship prior to that. By the time dinner had ended, you’re laughing and you almost forget the fact that he’s been avoiding you for the past few weeks.

Almost.

“I’ll take the dishes,” he announces, stacking the plates together and placing them gently in the sink. Jungkook turns on the tap, squirting a few generous dabs of dish soap as the water fills up.

He’s avoiding you again, hoping that the easy conversation will make you forget. You stand from the kitchen table, turning off the tap just before he grabs the first plate. “Kook, can we talk now?”

Jungkook rests his hands on the sides of the sink, eyes staring straight ahead. “Okay. Let’s talk.”

“Can you tell me what’s wrong?”

He rakes his fingers through his dark locks a few more times, tongue poking the inside of his cheek. “I’m a coward and the biggest idiot in the world,” he admits with a shaky laugh. “I didn’t mean to avoid you – I was trying not to give you anything more to worry about.”

“You know you can’t hide things from me, baby,” you tease quietly, nudging his hip with your own. “Besides, you’re awful at keeping your emotions in check.”

The laughter this time is genuine, albeit a little muted, as he slowly brings his dark eyes to yours, raising both his hands in defeat, leaning on the counter to finally face you. “I’m sorry. I’ve been too caught up in my head and I hadn’t… I’ve neglected you a bit these past few days.”

“More like a couple of weeks.”

“My bad, I’ve neglected my wife, whom I love dearly, for a couple of weeks,” he corrects himself with a sheepish grin, musing his hair with his fingertips again. “Ever since we came home from visiting your sister, I’ve just been thinking. I know we said we’re going to wait until we buy a house, but… I don’t want to wait. I… want to have a baby. With you. And I was scared of getting rejected because we have this great plan and—”

You cut him off with a kiss, feeling the weight lift from your shoulders as you cup his cheeks in your hand, standing up on your tiptoes to match his height. You part slowly, occasionally chasing his lips with little pecks before resting your forehead against his. “You’re right, you are a coward and an idiot,” you chuckle quietly, pulling his cheeks playfully with your forefinger and thumb. “I’d love to start trying.”

Your husband is back, all smiles and dimples as he crushes you in an embrace, spinning you around as he laughs. You squeal as you wrap your hands around his neck, smushing your face in his chest.

“Thank you,” he murmurs into your hair. “I love you.”

“I love you too, but please don’t scare me like that again. We’re in this together, Kook. If there’s anything wrong, please just tell me.”

“I’m sorry and I promise I’ll tell you,” he smiles, bringing your hand and placing it on his cheek. “I’m gonna make it up to you. Tonight.”

You laugh as he pulls you into a heated kiss, his large hands massaging your hips, making you groan into his lips. Jungkook slips his tongue into your mouth as you tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling him lower as he presses you back on the counter. A familiar heat rises in your body when he tugs at the hem of your shirt, parting with your lips for a moment to discard the offending piece of clothing onto the floor.

“Beautiful,” he mumbles as he stares at you in awe. Your instinct to cover yourself wins, but he’s faster, prying your hands away from shielding your body. “Don’t. I love you. You’re beautiful.”

The kiss he places on your lips this time is gentle; sweet as his deft hands unhooks your bra as it joins your shirt on the floor. His large hands cup your tits, massaging them gently as his thumbs graze on your hardening nipples.

“Jungkook—” you moan into his mouth, your own hands unbuttoning the rest of his shirt to reveal his toned chest. You rake your fingernails across his skin, loving the way he hisses under your touch as he palms your tits harder.

He tweaks your nipples between his forefinger and thumb, kissing down the column of your neck when you throw your head back, nibbling at the sensitive spot just underneath your jaw. Jungkook helps you up on the counter, finding your lips again as he works to remove your pants. After shimmying out of them, he pulls your panties to the side, sliding a finger up and down your wet slit.

“Wet already, my love?” he teases, nibbling on your bottom lip.

“Baby, I don’t think I can wait anymore. Need you so bad—” you admit, breaking apart the kiss to help him remove the last remaining garment covering your modesty from your body. “Please, just fuck me right here?”

Jungkook doesn’t need to be told twice, discarding his own clothes onto the floor as he pulls you in close, two fingers already plunging into your cunt while you moan around him. “Happy anniversary to my wife, as well,” he chuckles at your impatience, thrusting his fingers deeper.

Despite your protests, Jungkook’s dick has yet to replace his fingers. He continues to stretch you open, digits curling against your walls as you gush all over the counter, the wet sounds of your cunt echoing the otherwise quiet kitchen. Your cheeks heat in embarrassment, feeling so dirty for fucking in a place that isn’t your bedroom. Jungkook doesn’t seem to mind as he moans along with you, watching the way you try to keep your legs open while he’s knuckle-deep inside.

“Jungkook—” you groan, throwing your head back as you grip the sides of the counter for balance. “Gonna cum, please… want your cock so bad—fuck!”

“Cum on my fingers, baby, then I’ll give you my cock, hm?”

You careen over the edge, toes-curling and the barest whisper of his name falling from your lips as the orgasm washes over you. Jungkook’s hand eventually slows before stopping completely, eyes zeroed in at the way your pussy clenches around his digits. He drags his eyes over your fucked out face, at the hair that’s surely plastered on your forehead and the way your chest rises and falls as you struggle to catch your breath.

“Beautiful,” he repeats. “I love you.”

“I – fuck – love you too,” you chuckle, shuddering as you come down from your high.

Jungkook plants another kiss on your lips and slowly, he pushes the head of his cock into your dripping cunt. It’s a good thing he didn’t heed your impatience because despite how often you fuck, he still manages to give you a good stretch, your body writhing as you keen at the feeling of being so full. His thrusts are slow, letting you get adjusted to his length before he starts fucking you in earnest, hips snapping furiously as he drills your tight cunt.

“I’m going to fuck you so full of my cum, baby, shit! You’re going to take every last drop, hm? Ah—fuck – you’re going to look so beautiful pregnant with our kid. I’m gonna make sure to fill you up every day for that to happen.”

You can only nod and whimper, fingernails trailing red streaks on his biceps as he continues his brutal pace. He holds you down with a strong grip on your legs, groans of your name spilling from his lips.

“Jungkook, fill me up, baby. Cum inside me; fuck a baby in me, please!” you urge, vision spotty and cheeks burning at the sounds of wet skin slapping against skin.

“Fuuuck, I’m cumming—” he growls for a final time, pushing his cock so deep inside you as he fills you up completely, ropes of his thick cum coating your walls as he shudders out a gasp.

When the both of you come down from your high, you’re left breathless, limbs sore and exhausted from fucking on such a hard surface that you asked Jungkook to help you down. He chuckles as he carries you over to the bedroom, but judging from his eyes gazing intently at your soiled cunt, and the twitch of his cock as it starts to harden again, you guessed that there’s no way you’re sleeping that night.

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Your husband no longer avoids you. Whether it’s a quick ‘I love you’ and a kiss on the cheek as he rushes to work or a slow morning sex in the shower, Jungkook makes sure to remind you how much he cares.

In fact, when you walk into your office that Tuesday morning, you’re greeted with your coworkers gathering around your cubicle and when you got closer, you can see why. Larger than life, is a bouquet filled with your favourite flowers, and a note tucked in between the petals is one written by Jungkook in his messy handwriting.

“To my beautiful wife, happy anniversary. I love you,” it reads simply.

You chuckle as your coworkers express their jealousy over your doting husband, thanking them as they scatter to their desks after congratulating you. Placing the grand arrangement of flowers on the corner of your small desk, you smile adoringly at the thoughtful gift, rereading the card over again. Nervousness settles in your stomach throughout the day because that night, you have your own news to share with him.

One that might involve a tiny pair of shoes.

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lokis-army-77 · 2 years

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id love anything more with percy!! ur fics are always a joy to read <33

Unladylike

Percy Dolarhyde x female reader

Word Count: 3000

The reader is sent away by her father and gets a welcome surprise when she is out exploring after leaving the train station.

Warning: mentions of drinking, fluff maybe

A/N: I hope this makes sense because it felt like it was dragging on to me and I deleted a lot lol. Probably not my best work. There may be a part 2, idk though, because I wrote some more but didn't feel like it would have worked if it were included.

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My father always thought I was a difficult child. I was always running around with the boys in town, getting into trouble, acting “unladylike” he would say. I think that’s what happens when you never have a mother figure in your life and you are surrounded mostly by men from the day you are born. The word “tomboy” was thrown around as a descriptive word for me since I could walk. I was never one to wear dresses and play house, I liked being outside in the dirt and mud, playing rough.

At twenty-three, being an unmarried, wild, rambunctious girl meant I was putting my father at wit's end. I was too old for finishing school and it wasn't like we had the money for that anyway, so the only other option was for me to go and visit my great aunt in San Fransisco for a while until my wild nature could be snuffed out and a suitable husband who would be able to control me was found.

What my father didn’t know was that I had already found someone I wanted to be with. Percy Dolarhyde. He was the only one in town that didn’t care for my rambunctiousness and my hatred for dresses. He loved me for who I was and couldn’t have cared less if I were wearing pants and covered in mud.

The last straw, for my father, I think, was finding Percy and me out by the river one day, with a few of the other young men watching as we wrestled in the grass. If I hadn’t been yanked up by the nape of the neck like a mother cat would do to her kitten, I would have won our little match.

I had been dragged all the way back home and told I wasn’t allowed from my room until I had packed all my clothes into a suitcase.

When I hadn’t packed anything in two hours, my father stood at my door and forced me to, watching all the while.

“What’s this about?” I asked, groaning as I shoved the last of my blouse into the case.

“I have no clue what to do with you anymore. I can't get you under control, so maybe your great aunt Mavis can. You’re leaving on the first train to San Fransisco in the morning. I’ve already sent a telegram so she knows you are coming.”

“What? You can't do that!” I yelled in protest.

“I’m your father, I can and I will.” He turned to walk out of the room. “Now, stay put, and clean yourself up.” He slammed the door as he went.

The next morning I woke up to my father shaking me awake after the sun had risen, it couldn’t have been later than seven. He shoved a dress into my arms and told me to put it on. Saying something about how even if I don’t act like one, I should look like a put-together young woman.

Not wanting to argue so early in the morning, I begrudgingly put the frilly light blue dress on. I looked like a porcelain doll whose hair had been “fixed up” by some little girl with less than adequate skill.

Then, still being confined to my room, I was brought breakfast before we set out for the train station to catch the ten o’clock train.

As I trailed behind my father, Percy and our group of friends followed behind, making comments about the dress. I turned and gave them all a look that said I would kill them if they said another word.

“Where are you going all dressed up, hum?” Asked Percy quietly as he walked in step beside me.

I looked at him, anger burning in my eyes. “I’m being sent away.”

Percy stumbled to a halt causing some of the guys behind him to bump into him before he came back to his senses and caught back up to me.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean I have to go to Sacramento for the foreseeable future so be “tamed”, or so my father says.”

“You can’t be serious?” He said, shocked.

“Oh, I am. But don’t worry, I'll be back.” I told him, as I grasped his hand in mine, something I had never done before in the presence of anyone else.

“Uh, what are you doing?” he asked, looking down at our intertwined fingers.

“I’m holding your hand dumb ass, what does it look like?”

“Yeah, but why?”

“Because I want to. What? You don’t like it?”

“No, no, I like it. It’s just that everyone can see that we are holding hands.” He said as he pointed around with his free hand.

“I don’t care anymore, I might not be able to see you for a long time,” I huffed. “Let them all see.”

We walked hand in hand behind my father until we made it to the communal barn. There, waiting for us was a wagon, which would take my father and me to the train station in the next town over.

While my father was busy putting my bags away and checking the horse, Percy took me over to a secluded corner, away from prying eyes.

“I love you.” He said sweetly before placing his chapped lips on mine in a sad kiss.

“I love you too.” I brought my arms around him, pulling him down into a tight, bone-crushing, hug. “I’ll be back soon, before you can blink, okay. We still have a wrestling match I have to win.” I laughed, the sound coming out more doleful than happy.

My father called my name, I rolled my eyes as I gave Percy one last slow kiss before pulling away and hopping onto the wagon. I didn’t dare look back at Percy or the rest of my friends as we rode away, knowing I might cry if I did.

An hour later at nine-thirty, we were in the next town over. It gave us enough time to buy a one-way ticket and wait for the train to arrive. The whole while I had a plan to get out of this mess formulating in my mind.

If I were to get off at the next stop, which would most likely be a few towns over, that would put me at three hours away from home, too far to ride a horse, especially by myself. Great Aunt Mavis won't know I’m missing until tomorrow evening, the time it will take the train to get to San Fransisco. I can use the money my father gave me for food to buy another ticket back here, find a horse and come back home.

But how am I going to stay in town and not be seen by him? Will Percy let me stay with him? Or I could just walk into my house and tell My father that if he wants me gone he’s gonna have to try harder. I shook my head, I had a few hours to think on the train.

My father never once gave me a proper goodbye, he only handed my bags to one of the service members who would take me to my seat before batting my shoulder and walking back down the platform.

The train car was almost empty, there was only one other lady at the far end of the car from where I had chosen a seat. I let out a great big huff as my legs hit the bench and I slowly sat down. It didn’t take long for boredom to start and soon after that, I was asleep.

I jerked awake when the train came to a screeching stop. Two hours later and I was ready to put my plan into action. Standing up, I grabbed my two bags from the overhead storage and hurriedly exited the train. The platform was bustling, full of people going to and fro, getting on and off of the train. Once out of the train car, I went directly to the ticket booth.

Behind the barred window was an elderly man, who looked like he would rather be anywhere but in that office.

“I need a ticket to Clearpeak.” I said and quickly added a “Please.”

“Well little lady, there aren't any trains going to Clearpeak today. There is one more coming from there in about an hour though.” He said in a rickety voice.

“I don’t care about the trains coming from there, I need to go there. When is the next train going in that direction?” I asked, frustrated.

“Well, probably tomorrow at elven.”

“Then can I have a ticket for then?” I asked, raising my eyebrows impatiently.

“No, you’ll have to come back first thing in the morning, sweetheart.” I grimaced as he called me the nickname. No one but Percy was allowed to do that.

“Thank you,” I shook my head and left the station quickly. I had enough money to get a room at the nearest hotel if I got the cheapest room. My only thought right now was to get out of this damned dress.

The hotel wasn’t too far from the station, just down the main road into town and to the left. It was bigger than the one back home, but that's to be expected from a town that had a railroad running through it.

The inside was also cleaner than the one at home, with less dirt covering the hardwood floors. There were actually fresh flowers in a pot set off to the far corner. Other than myself and the plant in the corner, there was no one around.

I stomped my way to the counter and rang the small bell for help. After three rings a middle-aged lady came out of the door from behind the counter.

“What can I help you with?” She asked sweetly.

“I need a room for the night, Preferable the cheapest you have. I only have six dollars, and three of those are for my train ticket home.” I pulled out the three spare dollars I had and laid them crumpled up on the wooden counter. The lady looked at me with soft eyes.

“Well, I only have a two-dollar room available, but I’ll let you have it for a dollar, just don't tell no one. Then you’ll have a dollar for supper and a dollar for breakfast in the morning.” she smiled, took one dollar from the crumpled pile, and pushed the rest back to me.

“Thank you.” I took the key that dangled from her outstretched hand.

“Have a good evening!” she called out as I started up the stairs to my right, lugging my heavy bags up the stairs two flights.

The room was small with a disproportionately large queen-sized bed shoved in the middle of the back wall. A small window above the rot iron headboard let in enough light to see.

Closing the door, I threw my bags to the ground and plopped down onto the bumpy mattress. Groaning I rubbed my hands over my face. “What the hell is wrong with him? Who does he think he is? Shipping me off somewhere to some lady I’ve never even met.” I said aloud, filling the silence of the room. My questions went unanswered as I laid and thought.

Finally, after a few minutes, I stood and stripped off the frilly light blue fabric. Rummaging through one of my bags on the floor, I pulled out a pair of worn trousers and a plain cotton blouse. At last, I was back in clothes that didn’t make me feel like a clown.

In order to cure the boring blandness of being in a hotel room, I decided I would go out and explore, feed my curiosity. There were a lot of women in fancy dresses walking around with their parasols and men in their nice clean suits.

As I passed by the others walking down the road back towards the train station, they all looked at me, crazy like. A girl in pants sure did stick out like a sore thumb in a place like this. I just gave them a look and went on my way.

The train whistle sounded as the next locomotive from Clearpeak roled out of the station. I was heading to the right, straight to the saloon, when I heard my name being called by a familiar voice.

Whipping around, hair flying, I looked for who had called out to me. Standing on the stairs of the train station was Percy, with his hat in his hands. I stood in shock as he jogged over to me, the spurs on his boots, ringing.

When we got to me, his arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me to him, picking me up and spinning us around.

I smiled and laughed, “Percy, what the hell are you doing here?”

He placed me down on my feet, smiling widely. “Well, I figured I would follow you, bring you back home.”

“How did you know I was here?” I asked, arms still around his neck.

“I didn’t. I was prepared to go all the way to San Francisco but I saw you walking down the street when the train was about to take off.”

“That’s so sweet.” I cooed. “Thank you for coming to my rescue, Pers, but I can handle myself.”

“Oh, I know you can.” He caressed the stray hairs away from my face. “But I wanted to come get you.”

“Well, there isn’t another train back until tomorrow, so we have a while. I was just on my way to grab a drink.” I pulled away from him, taking his hand in mine. “Now I have a drinking buddy.” I tugged on his hand in the direction of the saloon.

Now, seeing as I am “unladylike” in everything I do, it seems fitting that when I drink, I drink. Percy and I had been throwing back whisky for a while now and to be honest, I should have stopped maybe ten glasses ago, but that's usually what happened when we both drank together.

We would usually get drunk, seeing who could drink the most without blacking out, and then leave the saloon only to go drunkenly terrorize some person in the street or go somewhere private to be more alone.

Once it was dark, we both stumbled our way back to the hotel room. We were loud as we both tripped over the slightly raised threshold into the room. My laugh filled the air around us.

“Be quiet,” I giggled, putting my finger over my lips. “There are people trying to sleep.”

“Oh, fuck them.” Percy just waved his hand as he drunkenly tried to take off his vest.

“I’d rather fuck you.” I laughed again, as I tried to not so subtly flirt with him. I closed and locked the room door before kicking off my boots and quickly tackling Percy into the mattress, pinning him down roughly.

“Ow, what are you doing?” He mumbled into the sheets.

“I told you we have a wrestling match that needs to be finished. As I recall, before my father showed up, I was kicking your ass.” I snickered as I pushed into his back harder.

I let out a yelp as I was thrown off of Percy's back and sent flailing onto the bed. “I think it’s cute that you think you were winning.” He hovered over me smiling.

“I was, jackass, now let go.” I tried to pull my arms from his grasp but unfortunately, they held firm. So, I resorted to planting my feet on the bed and pushing my hips up as hard as I could, throwing him off balance and almost off the bed. I rolled out from under him when I felt his hands were no longer grasping onto me.

Pushing myself up, I was now standing on the opposite side of the bed as him. We stared each other down. He feined right like he was going to run around the foot of the bed but I stood my ground. Then he jumped onto the bed and over it, reaching out for me. I squealed before running around the bed, barely escaping him.

We went at it for almost ten minutes, one of us would catch the other but some home escape the hold. It would have probably gone on longer if not for the loud knock that sounded at the door and a deep man's voice yelling for us to be quiet.

We both laughed, becoming unexpectedly tired, both from the heavy drinking but all the running around as well. Trying to settle down after having so much fun was a task in and of itself. We were holding onto each other beneath the covers but I would end up laughing and that would send Percy into a fit, which in turn would make me laugh harder.

“Alright, darlin’ you have to be quiet,” Percy said sternly before placing a hand over my mouth, muffling my noises.

I pushed his hand away. “I can’t, I don’t know why I’m laughing anymore, I just am,” I said, another fit of giggles racked through me.

“Here,” he said, throwing the covers off of himself and going to pour a cup of water from the pitcher in the corner of the room. “Drink this and calm down.”

“Thank you,” I said taking a deep breath as I sat up. He placed the glass into my hand and I greedily gulped the water down. I handed the glass back to his waiting hand before snuggling back into the warm sheets.

“Better now?” He asked, laying back down behind me. His arm came to rest over my waist, mulling me in closer to him. I just nodded my head, feeling my eyes becoming droopy. “Good, now get some rest.” I felt him place a gentle kiss on my shoulder before I closed my eyes and let sleep take over me.

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bowandcurtsey · 3 years

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Hi Aine! I'm a huge fan of ur works. Could I request a Yami x fem reader where she's afraid of swimming because of a past drowning experience. The black bulls have to search an underwater cave so she tries to train on her own in a nearby river. Just when she thinks that she's making progress the currents become too strong and she almost drowns but Yami saves her. When Yami questions her she talks abt her fear and Yami helps train her 4 a week before the mission n they share soft moments.

Hello love! (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡ Thank you for waiting for me! I'm finally here with your requests!! I'm so sorry I took so long ಥ‿ಥ

Also because it’s Nati’s birthday, @clovertitan , I’m pulling this up since Nati’s a fan of Yami too 🥺💕 Happy Blessed birthday my love! I’m sorry I didn’t prepare an individual gift, but my inbox had many beautiful Yami requests, so I hope you enjoy it nonetheless 😘 Giving you lotsa kith on your birthday 💋💋

It's been awhile since I wrote a solo fic for Yami. hehe, I kinda miss this muscle head a little.

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TW: reader smoking, mentions of drowning

Yami Sukehiro x f! reader

You stood by the river, taking a deep breath in and slowly exhaling out. Your heart was slamming against your chest and your hands were shaking a little.

The flashbacks started running through your mind like an old film, like they always do when you come close to a big body of water. But you had to do it, for yourself and for your team. You couldn't let everyone else down, and your Captain, Yami, who is always telling everyone to surpass his limits.

Your wind magic grew stronger as you made progress, being able to split the body of water in half. You were elated with your progress, but maybe you got a little too confident and you lost your control over your magic and the waters slammed straight into you, causing you to loose your footing and get swept off into the strong currents.

You struggled under the water, trying to grab onto something but your hands only grasped the violent waters around you. You could barely breathe and you struggled to get above the surface for air. You legs kicked frantically to lift yourself above the waters. When you thought you were slightly at the surface, a gush of water rushed into your mouth and nose, causing you to choke.

You brain went into frenzy as the oxygen levels in your lungs depleted. You felt your body giving up as you start to lose your consciousness.

Strong arms grabbed your hand and body and pulled you out of the waters. Your mind was in a whirl as you were placed on safe dry grass. Your body reflexes made you cough up all the water that you drank during the ordeal.

"oi." you recognised that voice, it was Yami's, "you okay?"

You squeezed your eyes shut, not wanting to think about the terror moments ago.

Yami read your ki and understood not to ask any further questions. He carried you up in his arms.

"Y-yami d-danjou!" you looked up at him, "It's f-fine! I can fly back myself."

He didn't answer you nor did he let you down, he got on a broomstick and flew back to the base.

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Later that night, you were sitting at the patio of the front doors of your base, just watching the night, calming yourself down from the events that happened earlier today.

A warm blanket was draped over your shoulders. You looked up as your captain exhaled his cigarette and grabbed a seat beside you.

"you want to talk about earlier today?"

You gazed at his concerned face, his steel grey eyes searching into yours and probably reading your ki.

You took a cigarette from his pack on the table and lit it up with his lighter, inhaling as you calmed your nerves.

"I almost drowned a few years back..." you looked into the distant, recalling that very day, "it was pretty bad, i was already unconscious when they found me."

You took another puff, "ever since then, I get nervous when I come close to big bodies of water."

"so why didn't you mention anything?"

"I didn't want you to pull me out from the mission, nor did I want to let anyone down." you looked back to your captain giving him a sheepish grin, "besides, I need to surpass my limits don't I?"

"I swear if you were Asta or Magna, you'd be flying halfway into the woods right about now," he raised an eyebrow at you.

"what?" you pouted a little.

"yes, you need to surpass your limits, but you first have to know where your limits are."

"I-I know my limits!

"If you did, I wouldn't have been saving your ass earlier today."

Your captain was always transparent and direct. But he was right. You bit down to your bottom lip, a habit you had when you were guilty of something and didn't know what to respond.

"what did I say about depending on your comrades once in awhile?" he continued as a lit up a new cigarette.

"okay, fine." you pursed your lips, pressing them into a fine, thin line.

"From tomorrow onwards, I'll train with you. Wake me up tomorrow when you're ready."

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Waking your captain up was a training itself. You had to call him and knock on his doors many times until you finally gave up and went into his room to pull him out of bed.

He sat in bed, face clearly frustrated , hands going through his messy black locks. His top was naked and each of his muscles were clearly defined like they were chiseled.

A hint of crimson crept up your cheeks.

“Enjoying the view?” You looked up to see Yami glancing at you with that shit eating smirk of his.

"you're the one who said to wake you up captain," you stood across the room, arms akimbo.

"I didn't expect you to train at 7am in the morning??" he yawned as he stretched his hands above his head, "okay fine, Iet's go."

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Yami decided that you shouldn't start training with smaller bodies of water first, so he brought you to a stream instead of rivers. He sat on the grass beside the stream as you stood in it, ankles deep and practiced your magic.

Although he wasn't doing anything, just having his presence around calmed you and you could focus on training.

By day 3 you started practicing in the river again and you were a little jittery when you came back to the same spot that almost drowned you a few days back.

This time, Yami came into the waters with you. You both stood on the semi submerged rock as Yami held a hand to the small of your back. His strong mana radiated throughout, calming your nerves. Having him right behind you eased your anxiety. You were able to focus on the magic and the waters without thinking much about drowning.

Day 6 and you were more confident than you ever were, and you were more or less ready for that mission in 2 days time.

You were both at the ocean today, you were hip deep in the waters, and Yami about 2 meters away from you. You were much stable than you were 6 days ago; having Yami around made you more or less fearless. You didn't know if it was his strong and calming aura or because you just had trust in him, but with him around you felt like nothing could go wrong.

A strong wave came without warning and covered waters over your head. Before your mind could go into panic mode, Yami wrapped his arms around you, holding you firm to his chest as the waves retreated.

You looked up at him, soaked from head to toe, his long raven hair dripping water down onto your face.

"you ok?" his eyes widened, checking you for any injuries, pulling you up and walking closer to shore. "Let's call it a day."

You shook your head, tugging into his wet a shirt, "I'm ok. As long as you're here, I'll be okay."

You swore you saw a hint of blush creep up on his cheeks before he hovered you over his shoulders, "first let's get you dry, I don't want you to get sick before the mission."

-end-

Fluffy Yami (*ฅ́˘ฅ̀*) It's been awhile, this was very much needed. <3

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jungshookz · 6 years

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ceo!yoongi - daddy’s little girl

→ pairing: min yoongi x reader

→ summary: it seems like hwayoung might have a favourite parent, and, spoiler alert: it’s not you.

→ genre: ceo!yoongi universe, fluFF aka jimin and hwayoung in matching teddy jackets, angst because parenthood is hard, lil touch of smut because yoongi n y/n have missed each other and hwayoung keeps cockblocking them womp womp

→ wordcount: 5.5k

→ notes: if you missed the ceo!yoongiverse as much as i did i hope you’ll like this drabble!! i’m sorry it took so long ya girl’s been buSY as heck! anyways i have moVed on from google translate and i have a vEry special translator who i will not expose in case they want to remain anonymous but for those of you who were horrified by the google translate korean from a couple drabbles ago i hope this time around it’s better!! also i couldn’t come up with a better title so get ur minds out of the guTTER

if you have no idea whO ceo!yoongi is, go ahead and read the fic that started it allllllllll anyways i hope you guys like this one! feel free to flood the friCK out of my inbox i love dat shit

or if you’re interested in reading other ceo!yoongi drabbles: the proposal | x | the wedding | x | the first date | x | jealousy | x | baby makes three | x | the fishnet stockings | x | baby min’s timeline | x | the birth of baby min | x |

if u wanna ask yoongs or y/n (or hwayoung?? u won’t get a lot outta her unfortunately) anything u know what to do ;-)

(gif isn’t mine!)

(((and the read more function iS there but most of the time it doesn’t work on mobile :// i am sorry don’t attack me by sending passive-aggressive anon messages)))

you’re pretty sure hwayoung hates you

which is NOT fair because you gRew her for nine months and um also YOU BIRTHED HER

“we’re never going to get this diaper on if you keep kiCking me” you scowl as her tiny foot digs into your (still sensitive) stomach and you wince in pain

how the frick do diapers work

it’s just deconstructed underwear and you can’t even figure it out

which way is the back????

“okay, let me just…” you lift her up a little and slide the diaper underneath and plop her bum back down

no that doesn’t look right

maybe that’s the front???

“sorry, wait-“ you lift her up again and she gurgles when you whIp the diaper away from under her “okay, now i got it”

you’re about to reach out to lift her up again but then

o frick

you sigh frustratedly when her face crumples up and she starts to wail “oH my god girl why are you crying?? what is there to cry about?????? do you want to hang out in a poopy diaper all day???? i’m trying to help you!!”

she starts to cry harder and now yOU want to cry

jesus

your ears are literally about to start bleeding

this girl has a pair of lungs for sure

“hey, what’s wrong? y/n, what did you do?” you turn as yoongi walks into the nursery looking as concerned as ever

“wha- what makes you think i did something??” you scoff and yoongi plucks the diaper from your hand

“오~케이 아빠왔다! 아빠가 기저귀 빨리 갈아줄게! [oh...okay... daddy’s here! daddy’s gonna change your diaper!]” yoongi tuts and slides the diaper underneath her and her wails begin to reduce to small hiccups and whimpers “y/n, jagi, i know you’re tired but maybe you shouldn’t yell at our two-month-old child, hm?”

“i wasn’t yelling-“

“you kind of were” yoongi mutters and you clench your fists in frustration

you can’t help it

you haven’t slept in like a week so you’re exhausted and you feel like you’re about to pass out all the time

your boobs are always just,.., leaKIng

your nipples!!! are so chaffed!!! and so raw!!!!!!!!

all of your clothes are now stained with multiple types of bodily fluids

you watch as yoongi tightens the straps and then sticks the little tabs down

and the whole time

hwayoung doesn’t move and barely makes a peep

she gurgles as he tucks her legs back into the onesie and buttons her little outfit back up

“alright, you chunky monkey” he pinches her thighs and grins down at her “we’re all done! 아~ 내 째깐한기— 누구 딸이길레 이렇게 귀여운거야? [oh, you’re so cute - whose baby is this cute?]” he coos and tickles her plump lil belly

he rubs his nose against hers and her tiny palm slaps against his cheek

yoongi picks her up and cradles her in his arms and she sucks her fist into her mouth

“how about you go and take a shower? i can take care of her for a bit” yoongi murmurs and yanks her fist out of her mouth

she whines and shoves her fist back in

he doesn’t give you a choiCe because then he’s walking out of the nursery

okay

guess you’re taking a shower

you let out a long sigh as the hot water rains down on you

you don’t know how you’re going to survive motherhood

it’s already so hard

you can’t even put a diaper on

you know what

motherhood is difficult buT you know for a fact it’s going to become easier

yeah

just give it some time

everything will be fine

3AM

the sudden sound of wailing jolts you awake and you sit up immediately

the baby monitor next to you is blinking like crazy

u don’t even need the baby monitor to tell u that hwayoung is crying because her cries are so loUD

you reach over and turn on the lamp and let out a sigh

there’s some shuffling next to you and yoongi reaches over and places a hand on your bare thigh

“i got it, don’t worry.” yoongi murmurs and rubs the sleep out of his eyes with his other hand

“you had a long day at work today… i can take care of it” you bring his hand up to your mouth and press a kiss over his knuckles

“no… no….i…i got it…” yoongi rolls over onto his stomach and flops an arm over your lap

he’s basically fallen back asleep and you can’t help but snort quietly at your husband

you run your fingers through his hair gently before pushing him back so that he’s on his back

you let out another yawn and crawl out of bed

“coming, i’m coming…” you make your way down the hall to hwayoung’s room

goD

you are so tired you could pass out right now

“hi, sweet girl… can’t sleep, hm?” you scoop her up into your arms and she tucks her face into the crook of your neck and continues to sob

you can feel your shoulder getting wet from the copious amount of tears and snoT being produced by your child as you pace back and forth

you spend the next twenty or so minutes trying to calm her down but nothing seems to be working

she keeps spitting out her pacifier

you tried bouncing her and it didn’t work

you cradled her in your arms and sat in the rocking chair and it didn’t work

you even tried singing that stupid tomato song that jungkook and jimin sing to her that she seems to like (u don’t really know the lyrics so it was basically just you saying ‘tomato’ over and over again but in the tune of the song lmao)

“she’s still crying?” you look over your shoulder to see yoongi standing by the door

you’re about to respond but hwayoung lets out another ear-piercing sob

he scratches at his bare chest and lets out a yawn before holding his arms out “c’mere, give her to me”

you’re about to protest because u want to prove to yourself AND yoongi that you are capable of making your guys’ child stop crying but like

your arms are starting to get tired

and hwayoung doesn’t seem like she’s going to stop crying any time soon

the moment yoongi takes her into his arms her cries start to quiet down significantly and you’re like ????????

are u having a fever dream

is this even happening right now

“yeah, there we go… 아이고야, 아기야 울지말거라.....[no need to cry…]” yoongi coos and pats her back gently

a fat tear rolls down her cheek as she shuts her eyes and-

what

did she just fall asleep

she totally just fell asleep

“hey, look at that! easy-peasy.” yoongi teases but the smile drops from his face when he sees that you are very noT amused

“that is so not fair.” you grumble and watch him put her back in her crib

as days start bleeding into weeks you can’t help but realise just how exhausting being a mother is

you can’t even grasp the basic concept of time because you’ve been hanging out at home all day and all night

you only know it’s nighttime whenever yoongi comes back from work

yoongi’s been a vEry supportive and doting husband and father even though you know he’s super busy at work

he offers to make dinner and he gives you back massages when you need it

he’s always the first one outta bed whenever hwayoung starts crying in the middle of the night

jimin and kook stop by from time to time

most of the time they bring food for you which you’re very grateful for

the point is

usually you have someone there with you whenever things get rough

but tonight

tonight is really testing you

yoongi isn’t going to be home for a little while longer

jimin is busy at work with yoongi

jungkook’s hanging out with his other pals tonight

so it’s just you and your baby

speaking of your baby

hwayoung is being especially difficult tonight

more difficult than usual

you can’t help but wonder if she inherited the stubborn gene from you (the answer is yes in case it wasn’t already painfully clear)

she hasn’t cried in two hours which is concerning because she usually bursts into tears like every twenty minutes

that means when she eventually cries it’s going to be the most intense waiLS you think you’ll ever get from her

“you sure you don’t want any milk?” you let out a sigh of frustration as you try feeding her your nipple and she moves her head away before bursting into tears “c’mon, just-“ you try manoeuvring her head towards your boob again and she whips her head away “hwayoung, please, mommy’s boob is literally probABly going to explode if you don’t-“ she starts to cry harder and you’re pretty sure she’s going to pop a lung if she doesn’t stop “okay okAY okay no milk no milk” you shush and stand up and start bouncing her gently

you wince and reach up to cup your boob

o god

your boobs hurt so fuckign much

you need to pump some milk out before you pass out

you haven’t used the breast pump yet because hwayoung’s been diligent with the milk drinking but for some reason she’s refused to drink aLL day today which has resulted in what you think is an ovERProduction of milk in your boobs

“shh, it’s okay, there’s nothing to cry about…” you mutter as you go through the cupboards and- “ah! found it!!”

“mommy’s just gonna put you down here, okay?” hwayoung’s calmed down a bit but you know she’s still irritated because she keeps fussing and whining

you lie her down on the couch and take a seat next to her

you don’t think you’ve ever felt suCh relief in your life when you finally attach the pump to your boob and it starts suCkINg the milk out of your body

“thank god..” you sigh and rest your head back against the couch

all that can be heard in the room is the continuous pumping of the machine with hwayoung’s occasional babble thrown in

see

everything’s fine

you glance over and-

“hwayoung-!” you gasp and imMediately reach out to grab her before she can roll off the damn couch

and then all hell breaks loose

your hand knocks against the bottle attached to your boob when your arms whIP out to grab onto her

the bottle tumbles onto the ground and you literally want to die when the milk spills out and starts soaking into the rug

that was

that was like all of your milk

that was hwayoung’s meal and it’s all gone

“fuckin-“ hwayoung’s shrieking at this point and you have no idea what to do

here you are in the middle of the living room with a boob hanging out of your nurSing bra with your child crying into the crook of your neck

“okay, it’s fine, don’t cry!” you seem like you’re telling yourself that rather than hwayoung

you groan in pain when you shoVe your sore boob back into your bra and you don’t even bother buttoning yoongi’s shirt up because there’s no timE

“okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, mommy’s here,” you try to shush hwayoung as you furiously dab at the carpet with her ducky blanket

she’s squirming in your grip and you wince when she smacks her tiny fist against your face

“-daddy heard your crying all the way from- woAh what the hell” the last thing yoongi expects to see when he walks into the penthouse is the sight of you on your knees scrubbing at the carpet while cradling hwayoung in your arms (who is squirming so much she’s literally about to faLL out of your arms)

“take her, i need to clean up the milk” yoongi rushes over and takes hwayoung from you and you immediately zip to the kitchen to grab the cleaning supplies

“눈물 뚝... [don’t cry, don’t cry...]” yoongi whispers and bounces her in his arms

she continues blubbering and big fat tears roll down the sides of her face “화영아 울지마... 아빠야.. [hwayoungie, don’t cry... it’s daddy...] no, no! don’t cry, it’s okay!] y/n, what happened??”

“i- it’s fine, everything’s fine, it was an accident,” you breathe out as you come back with a damp cloth “-i was pumping milk and i put her down and i wasn’t paying attention and she was wiggling around a lot and i guess she squirmed all the way to the edge of the couch buT BUT i caught her! i caught her and ended up ripPing the pump off my boob-“ you drop to your knees and start dabbing at the milk

it’s too late

most of it has soaked into the rug and you don’t want the living room to reek of your crusty breast milk when it fully dries

shiT

you should grab the bleach

but this rug was eXPENSIVE

“i’ll go put her to bed, okay? i’ll be right back”

you don’t know if it’s the hormones or the lack of sleep or whatever but suddenly you feel your eyes starting to well up with tears the moment you’re left alone

it’s just

you’re so overwhelmed and so tired

hwayoung hates you

you can’t do anything right

you can’t even put a damn diaper on your baby

you can’t get her to drink from your stupid boob

and not to mention it took you like 20 minutes to figure out how to attach a pump to your boOb

your movements start to slow down significantly when it hits you

you’re an unfit mother

it’s true

you are an unfit mother

“she’s a bit fussy tonight, no?” yoongi jokes as he comes down the stairs

he purses his lips when you don’t reply and continue to scrub fuRIously at the rug “…lemme help-“

“no, it’s okay.” you shake your head quickly and swallow the lump growing in your throat

yoongi kinda stands there awkwardly because he doesn’t know,..,,. what to do.,.,

“okay. uh… do you… want pizza for dinner? cauliflower crust good with you.” he jokes aGain as he loosens his tie

and once again

he’s met with nothing but silence

he feels like this is the calm before the storm

something’s coming

u know what

he’s just going to call the pizza place

he’ll make sure to get extra garlic dip for u

hopefully that’ll cheer you up a bit

you lean back against the couch and look down at the dark patch on the rug

okay well

you got most of the milk out

so everything is fine now

yes

everything is fine

you press your lips together to try and suppress the incoming soB because you know yoongi’s tired and he probably doesn’t want to deal with-

“i’m a terrible mother!” you burst into tears and immediately reach up to cover your face with your hands and yoongi jumps in surprise

thEre it is

“baby, no! you’re not a terrible mother!!” yoongi’s brows knit together and he drops to the ground right next to you

you immediately launch yourself into yoongi’s arms and bury your face into the crook of his neck

“i just don’t understand why i can’t do anything right like i can’t [hiccup] even change her diaper i don’t know [sob] what the f-front of the diaper looks like and what the back of the diaper [hiccup] looks like and she won’T EVEN drINk from my b-boob so now my boobs huRT [sob] and i know it’s not her fault because it’s always my fault i’m the one who keeps messing up howamisupposedtotakecareofababywhenicanbarelytakecareofmyself-“

yoongi can barely understand what you’re saying because your words are muffled and you’re blurring them together pluS you’re uncontrollably sobbing but he manages to make out a couple of your sentences

he lets you cry and cry and crY out all your anger and sadness and frustrations for the next ten minutes until you quite literally have no tears left to cry

you sniffle and pull away from yoongi

your eyes are watery and puffy and your nose is red and your lips are swollen “…so how was work?”

“you aren’t a terrible mother.” yoongi deadpans before reaching up to cup your cheeks “how’d you manage to get that silly idea into your head?”

you scoff and reach up to wipe at your eyes “yoongi, i can’t do anything right. you’re nailing this whole being a parent thing and i’m just fucking it up for everyone.”

“no, you’re not! and you’re not alone, you know that! we’re both in this together - last time i checked, hwayoung is half of you and half of me. i have my fuck up moments too! i didn’t tell you this because i didn’t want you to get mad but i accidentally clipped hwayoung’s finger when i was cutting her fingernails and there was a little bit of blood but-“

“you whAT-“

“-not to mention, you have jimin and unfortunately you have jungkook too but the point is you are not alone in this!!! i know things are hard right now because babies are difficult but you are not a terrible mother. you take care of hwayoung-ie so well and you love her so much and i can’t even think of any woman more perfect than you to raise my child. it’ll get better, i promise. but for now, the most important thing you need to know is that you are not a terrible mother.” yoongi holds your face up “look at me and say it.”

your eyes flicker up to him before they look back down at the rug “…u r not a terrible mother”

“y/n, seriously-“

“i am not a terrible mother.” you murmur and reach up to wipe at your puffy eyes

“i would ask you to say it louder but i’m not risking waking the baby up.” yoongi laughs lightly and wipes a stray tear away for you before giving you a sweet lil kiss “you okay?”

“ya i guess so... you still gonna order pizza for us?”

“mhm”

“with extra cheese?”

“yup”

“and stuffed crust?”

“…well now you’re just pushing it buT yes, you deserve stuffed crust.”

:-)

yoongi was right

things got better

“what’s the matter with this film?? it’s about mermaids! i’m sure you’ll grow to like mermaids.” you look over at hwayoung who’s just chilling in her little rocker

since you and yoongi are ~millennial~ parents obviously you guys had to get your baby more modern things

it’s a rocker that rocks itself!!

..or maybe u guys are just lazy lol

hwayoung gurgles and her little arms flail around a bit

“unless you wanna watch basketball or something.” you mutter and switch the channel

you’re sitting on the ground next to her and the both of you are just enjoying each others’ company

once again hwayoung’s pudgy bread roll arms flail around

“what’s the matter, miss fussy?” you coo and pull her out of the rocker gently and proceed to place her on your chest

you lower the volume on the tv because you figure she’d appreciate more silence since she’s tryna go to sleep

“alright alright just gimme a second to get comfortable.” you can’t help but laugh when she lets out the tiniest most adorable yawn

you sit on the couch and lean back a bit and hwayoung burrows her face into the crook of your neck before turning and squishing her cheek against your shoulder

and-

you pause

“…hwayoung?” you whisper and awkwardly crane your neck so you can kINda look at her face

oh my god

she fell asleep

no way

you press your lips together to keep yourself from scREECHING in excitement because she nEVER falls asleep in your arms!!!!!!! EVER

holy shit

oh god

now you can’t move because u don’t want to wake her up

u know what it’s totally fine because the point is hwayoung is sleeping on yOU

“i can do this.” you breathe out as you look up at the ceiling

yeah

you can do this

you’re not a terrible mother

yoongi shuts the door behind him as quietly as he can

the penthouse is eerily quiet tonight and yoongi’s only slightly concerned

he’s tempted to call out for you but he doesn’t want to just in case-

yoongi has to press his lips together to suppress the big fat grin on his face because there you are

there you are

asleep on the couch with an arm hanging off the edge while the other is wrapped around hwayoung

meanwhile hwayoung is sprawled on top of you with her lil cheek smushed against your chest

her little duckie blanket is tossed over her

the two of you are drooling which yoongi finds absolutely endearing

“c’mere...” yoongi scoops hwayoung up from your chest and cradles her in his arms

she stirs in her sleep and her little nose twitches (yoongi wants to melt right then and there because she definitely picked that up from you!!)

he tucks her into bed as slowly as possible so that she doesn’t wake up

of course his head knocks into the mobile hanging above her bed and it jingles a little bit

luckily she’s a deep sleeper

he picks up her little chocolate chip cookie plushie (you named it shooky for some reason which don’t even make any damn sense) and places it right next to her head

and then he just takes a moment to admire her

wow

that’s his little baby

that’s his daughter

he never thought he’d be a dad this young

heck

he didn’t even think he’d be married this young but

u know what

life works in funny ways

and he’s pretty sure he’s the luckiest guy in the world

the floorboards creak under his feet as he makes his way back to you

he bends down and reaches over to move a strand of hair away from your face

“y/n…” yoongi whispers and smiles fondly when you stir in your sleep

there’s that nose twitch

you peel an eye open before reaching over to cup yoongi’s jaw “hey… you’re finally ho-“ suddenly you sit straIGHt up and look down

“i put her in bed a minute ago” you visibly relax and you let out a sigh before lying back down

“she fell asleep on me tonight” you hum happily “i think she likes me”

yoongi snorts and rolls his eyes before getting back up onto his feet “c’mon, you. let’s get you into bed too” you let out a whine and swat lazily at his hand

“i’m too tired to move”

classic

yoongi bends down to pick you up

you wrap your arms around his neck and he wraps your legs around his waist

“c’mon, you big baby.”

he bounces you a little to make sure he has a good grip on you and you hum

this position feels very familiar hEhe

“i thought you were tired” yoongi teases when he feels you begin to plant kisses down his neck as he makes his way up the stairs

“changed my mind” you murmur

one hand wraps around the nape of his neck

meanwhile your other hand wraps around his bicep and you give him a lil squeeze

hoLy moly

“have you been working out?” you pull away from him and yoongi raises his eyebrows

“if by rocking our child to sleep every night for like two hours straight, then yes, i have been working out”

yoongi plops you down on the mattress before settling in between your legs

you wrap your legs around his waist and yoongi can’t help but laugh because he’s trYIng to undo his tie but you keep pawing at him

“what’s gotten into you??” you’ve sat up to unbuckle his belt

you are a woman on a mission

and he’s not complaining

you’re just being vERY speedy

“our baby might start crying at any moment-“

“she sleeps like a log-“

“buT she always starts crying at the most inconvenient time!! it’s like she knows everythING that goes on- christ, you’re really taking your sweet time with- you know what-“ suddenly everything whiRLS and yoongi’s staring up at the ceiling

he blinks twice

what the heck

“now shut up and enjoy the ride.”

god

he really is the luckiest guy in the world

“look, we match!” jimin beams

he has hwayoung cradled in his arms and she’s sucking on her fist while wearing the most adorable teddy jacket

and jimin

jiMIN is wearing an equally as adorable teddy jacket and you’re pretty sure your heart stops beating when he nuzzles his nose into her cheek

they’re both so squishy

she places her hand over his mouth and pinches his plump bottom lip in response and he yelps in pain which then triggers hwayoung to become a giggling mess

“y/n, take a picture!!” jimin hands you his phone and points to you in an attempt to get hwayoung to look at the camera

she keeps staring at him as if she were completely entranced by his beauty which.,.,. is fair

jungkook appears behind you and starts whistling and popping his tongue “정국삼촌보세요!!! [look at uncle jungkook!]”

jimin grins for the camera and squishes his cheek against hwayoung’s as he squeezes her tight

hwayoung squeals in delight when jungkook sticks his tongue out and crosses his eyes and you snap the picture quickly

“got it??” jimin bounces hwayoung up and down while continuing to squish his cheek against hers

you nod and hand his phone back to him expEcting him to give you hwayoung

“i’m taking her for the rest of the day!! i have to show the reSt of the office my baby”

“your baby?? i’m the one who pushed her out of my vagina!” you scoff and jimin puShes past you while baby-talking to hwayoung

“look at you in your little teddy jacket, you cutie! uncle jimin loves spoiling you, yes he does! i’m gonna take you on a shopping spree and you can buy whatever your little heart wants!”

she babbles back to him and shoves her fist back into her mouth

“화영이 내꺼~야, 삼촌이 더 좋지? [hwayoung is mine~ i’m better, right?]” jimin coos and you watch as he disappears down the hallway

well

you’re probably never going to get your child back now

jungkook didn’t think he’d like hwayoung as much as he does because like

babies are disgusting

and annoying

and loud

and they drool and poop everywhere and they’re just constantly leaking fluids

but bitch

he is W HI P P ED for this baby with a capital wH

“i love tummy time, don’t you?” jungkook sighs and rests his cheek against his fist before looking over at hwayoung

he reaches over to squeeze her bread roll arm

squidge

uWU

“i’m gonna eat ur little bread roll arms yes i am yes i am” he shifts closer and leans down to nip at her elbow and she squawks

you can’t help but snort before returning your attention back to your laptop

you set up hwayoung’s mobile in yoongi’s office and jungkook popped over with your coffee and is supposed to go back to work immediately but here he is lying on the floor with your baby

hwayoung gurgles before letting out a huff and squishing her cheek against the floor

keeping your head up is hard work okAy give her a break

jungkook flips over onto his back and reaches up to whack at the little moon plush that’s hanging from the top of the mobile

hwayoung lets out a muffled whine because her face is currently smooshed against the floor seeing that she cannoT LIFT HER HEAD SOMEONE HELP HER

“알았~어 인제 한번 뒤집어보자? [okay~ how about we flip you over?]” jungkook tilts his head backwards so that he can look at hwayoung but all he sees is the top of her head

he sits up before turning and picking hwayoung up gently and flips her over like a lil pancake

“jungkook, careful” you scowl and jungkook waves you off before reaching down to flick the moon plush

hwayoung reaches up to try and grab it

her chubby fingers brush against the bottom of it and jungkook coos

“you can’t reach the moon because of your sausage fingers, ya loser” he teases and reaches down to boop her nose and she swats at his finger

jungkook is still hooked on this bread roll arm thing (he’ll never get over it for as long as he lives) and pretty soon all that can be heard in the room is him fAWning over hwayoung

“얘는 팔에 식빵 있네! 식빵 사세요!!! [this baby has bread-roll arms! come buy this bread!]” he laughs as he wiggles her plump arm around

yep

caPITAL wH

“and if those papers aren’t on my desk by monday morning 8am you can consider yourself fiREd” yoongi barks before slamming the phone back down onto the receiver “ridiculous! absolutely ridiculous” he scoffs and whips around

hwayoung squawks in the baby carrier and wraps her tiny fingers around yoongi’s pointer finger

“하.. 나진짜! [i mean, seriously!]” yoongi bounces up and down as he continues to ramble on and on “이 사람들은 내 시간 낭비하는게 일인가.. 서류 작성하는게 뭔 어려운 일이라고...??[these people are wasting my time! how hard is it to fill out documents??]”

when the korean comes out that’s when you know yoongi’s suPer pissed

you poke your head through the crack of the door and you’re only a little surprised to see yoongi pacing back and forth ranting angrily while hwayoung lets out the occasional babble

she looks at you like she wants you to save her from this hELL because yoongi’s bouncing her a little bit too aggressively now

she’s got her fingers wrapped around his pointer finger as he goes oN and oN

yoongi looks down at the baby attached to his chest “don’t you think this is ridiculous? i’m probably going to have to start firing people at this rate.”

hwayoung looks up at him and gurgles

“누구 해고하는거 내 마음인데, [i can fire whoever i want] thank you very much.”

“agha”

“얘네 무능하다 [they’re incompetent], that’s why!”

“bajdsl”

this seems like a daddy-daughter moment

you’ll leave them alone for now

“you look like such a dad.” you snort and yoongi glances over at you before returning his attention to the TV

“i am a dad.”

he’s wearing a plaid button-up pyjama top with a t-shirt underneath (because it’s still a lil cold out) and hwayoung is lying on his chest just snoozing away

she’s wearing a matching plaid onesie which is adorable and u know yoongi did it on puRpose

you sit down next to yoongi and peek at hwayoung

her cheek is squished against his chest and you can’t help but poke her little nose

you rest your head on yoongi’s shoulder n he gives the top of your head a kiss

in this moment you can’t help but feel overwhelmingly happy

because you love your husband

and you love your daughter

“…i think hwayoung just pooped.”

…and you love your lil family of three.

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