#sorry I'm a spaz about this kinda thing

[overlyimmersed]

Dude oh my god XD

(I kinda wouldn't help this turning into a live react :p I tried to keep the commentary to a minimum cuz that's not what this post was supposed to be about. But if you're only interested in my discussion about voice actors, look for bold text and skip italics.)

Ok, so, been a while since dragon ball was on this blog, but hey I don't control the hyperfixation.

So I'm watching Dragon Ball Super: Super Hero for the first time. Bad name first of all, but otherwise I'm actually loving it! XD And it's like 80% the voice cast!

So I'm weirdly good at picking out voices. It makes watching anime weird cuz there's like 6 people who do extra voices for dubbed anime. Like period. So everyone sounds like everyone all the time.

BUT

It's not extras that have me all fluffed up. It's the main cast. The new additions rather. Of course I'd recognize recurrents I've been watching dragon ball literally my whole life.

ANYWAY

So first! Dr. Hedo, is freaking Arthur(7ds)/Tanjiro(Demon Slayer)

And like sure, anime to anime, that happens all the time. Like do you even know how many background nobodies is Seven Deadly Sins are voiced by either Tien or Gohan? It's obnoxious for someone who has those two character in her top 5 faves. What's really funny, is-

Gamma 2 IS FREAKING HUNTER FROM THE OWL HOUSE! XD That's so cute I picked that up literally on the first word out of his mouth! And sure, I know Zeno Robinson does voices in other anime too, he's also in Demon Slayer. But *I* know him from TOH so that's just wild to me!

Gamma 1 is god. damned. Lancelot! That's funny to me. But not as funny as that that actor also plays Zenitsu(Demon Slayer), Those two character are so opposite. XD Though honestly, I have to commend Aleks Le for his range, I DID NOT pick on that for A WHILE cuz he uses a totally different sound for Zenitsu when he's awake vs when he's asleep.

Cheelai is Jericho(7ds) guessed that one straight away, but also Emira from toh. Never picked up on that. The elder Blight girl just acts too different I guess. So Erica Lindbeck gets a point from me for her range :p

Y'know, I've seen some complaints about the animation for this movie. And I get that, I'm really not a fan of this 3D model trend either. But honestly most of these look quite good... Except Whis for some reason? Like I don't know, something about him is just...off. Like his face looks a little uncanny and his whole body moves weird.

Just a little aside about me personally -this post is supposed to be about voice actors- but it just occurred to me. Anyone who's seen enough of my posts lately knows that I almost exclusively call King(7ds) by his true name "Harlequin". And I just noticed that that's actually kind of a trend with me. It started back in my teens, when I started referring to Goku by his Saiyan name "Kakarot". At least inside my own head. My brother and father were also into dragon ball back then and would have looked at me funny if I'd done it out loud...

on a different note, I'm absolutely going to die from cringe. Beerus having a crush is killing me.

KORIN'S EARS!!!! They never used to twitch so much! That's so CUUUUTEEE!

As cool as that sky diving shot was, why is Piccolo still dressed like that... Also love that they're just casual with Shenron now. It makes sense but it's still cute.

XD!! Shenron is Bulma's plastic surgeon XD

YES YES YES!!! HOLY SHIT! GOHAN FINALLY USING PICCOLO'S SIGNITURE MOVE!! SPECIAL BEAM CANON FUCK YEAH!!!!!!

[k7l4d4]

K Reviews and Rants: Miraculous Ladybug Season 5! Episode 6

Alrighty, time for Episode 6! I got this posted kinda late, work's been kicking my butt pretty hard, but I shall persevere!

Looking back on this episode, I think this one was what convinced me that the writers see love and relationships as binary. The idea that a person can have feelings, romantic ones, for more than one person (hooray for Polyamory denial! /sarcasm) is completely disregarded in favor of the validity of Marinette's feelings being attacked, and the concept of a crush, sorry "of being in love," is framed as something that can be traded around or exchanged. It's profoundly disturbing to me, because it's such a narrow view of what love is, and one that is just plain unhealthy in the long run. Nuance and complications that don't fit on a neat "Yes/No" framework are ignored, and it sets the tone for the series going forward. Oh, and it's one of the episodes that shows that the writers are invested in pretending that Marinette is more subtle about her feelings then she actually is to keep up Adrien not realizing how she feels. It's sad.

As always, warnings for any profanity on my part.

Episode 6: Determination 

Okay FINALLY started Determination. Already I think I hate this, but it's more of a low, simmering annoyance right now. 

Okay, we get a scene of Adrien staring at a sketch of Marinette... these writers really have no fucking clue how to do subtlety at all, do they? 

Adrien, stop waxing poetic about Marinette, it looks creepy as fuck. Kagami, why the FUCK are you encouraging him to call and date Marinette!? I get it, he "looks at her the way you wished he looked at you," but you should know damn well his failings as a boyfriend!! Why are you encouraging someone who broke your heart to date your friend!? You have no way of knowing if he'd be any better for her than he was for you!! I just do not get this, and I don't like it, honestly. 

And we get a scene of Kitty Section apparently having signed a deal (or are ABOUT to sign a deal) with Bob Roth... you know, the same guy who FUCKING PLAGIARIZED THEM ONCE ALREADY!? And he wasn't even fucking sorry about it!! Why the HELL are they trusting this scumbag a second time!? 

Oh, and Marinette acting like a colossal spaz over Adrien calling her. WHHHHYYYYY!? We get it, she is clumsy and BLATANTLY obvious about her "love" for him, do we really need EVERY FUCKING SCENE where he comes up around her to involve her publicly embarrassing herself in some way!? Because wildly flailing in a cartoon tends not to work so well with 3D models. 

And WHY in the world is Marinette being in front of her friends making her go back on trying to not meet Adrien!? Seriously, they have FINALLY had Marinette acknowledge that her crush on him has been negatively effecting her (even if it IS framed as a 2D strawman reasoning), and THEY ARE HER FRIENDS!!! They would UNDERSTAND if she explained her reasoning!! (or at least they fucking SHOULD, not that Alya does, because FUCK YOU according to Astruc!!) 

What the fuck is the... I'm not even sure how to fucking spell that, some kind of museum...? That's where Adrien wants to take Marinette on their "not date" to "talk things over." ...They seriously haven't given this kid a single romantic bone in his fucking body, have they? But on the other hand, he seems to be honestly wanting to take things slow and feel things out, which I would say is the right choice because TRYING TO FORCE A RELATIONSHIP IS HOW THEY TEND TO END!!! Seriously, WHY the fuck is Kagami trying to push him on this!? Let him set his own fucking pace and figure things out ON HIS OWN!! Trying to MAKE him act on these feelings isn't going to foster any sense of independence in him because it's taking away most of his fucking agency in all this!! ...Wow, the writing here is so bad it's actually getting me to defend the Love Square. That's disturbing. 

...I just gotta say it, while her friends thinking her finally going on a date with her longtime crush is celebration worthy is a sweet gesture... the fact that they somehow miss how OBVIOUSLY UNCOMFORTABLE she is makes me want to bang my head against a wall. Then again, this is the same setting where, despite Adrien being visibly miserable, only Marinette notices "because she loves him." Dear GOD is this stupid!! 

...I don't know where to begin with this. On the one hand, I think Adrien is still technically making the correct decision in trying to figure himself the fuck out (and STILL hasn't gotten over Ladybug yet, probably)... but Kagami is also correct that Adrien is meeting Marinette somewhere that sounds pretty fucking boring. My sense of foreboding is building, though... 

...Okay, so he wants to go to the museum because "that's where his feelings changed." Shut up. No, no SHUT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK UP WITH THIS SHIT!! You do NOT have someone "get feelings" from what amounts to a CREEPY AS FUCKING HELL moment of a girl feeling up and wanting to kiss what she THINKS is a statue but is actually another person PRETENDING to be a statue as a joke!! It's tasteless, disturbing, and FLATOUT INSULTING to the terrible execution this nightmare of a relationship has been building up towards!! Nope, no way, GET THIS FUCKING STUPIDITY OUT OF HERE. NOW!!! 

Seriously, out of ALL THE FUCKING TIMES Thomas could've had him "realize his feelings," IT WAS THAT FUCKING BIT OF STUPIDITY!? Nope, not dealing with this, GET RID OF IT!!! 

And do you want to know what makes this even more nonsensical!? That moment where his "feelings changed" was him learning how much of an utterly obsessive CREEP Marinette was regarding him!! That is the singularly LEAST appropriate possible moment for him to have gained feelings for someone else, particularly someone who (however unknowingly) MASSIVELY FUCKING VIOLATED HIS BOUNDARIES!!! Dear god, I want this nightmare over with... 

...Marinette. CUT IT THE FUCK OUT WITH THIS "I CANNOT BE IN LOVE WITH ADRIEN" DREK!! THAT IS NOT HOW EMOTIONS WORK!! FOR FUCKS SAKE THIS IS JUST ONE LONG STRAWMAN TOWARDS HOW THEY ARE "MEANT TO BE TOGETHER" AND I FUCKING HATE EVERY FUCKING SECOND OF IT!!!!! 

For the absolute sake of FUCK, Marinette you have been obsessively crushing on this guy FOR MONTHS NOW!!! Just telling yourself "I can't be in love with him" DOES ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOTHING!!! It's a nonsensical platitude that you are using to avoid ACTUALLY TRYING TO MOVE THE FUCK ON FROM HIS ASS! 

There is no "can't" regarding being in love or having a crush, either it stays or it leaves, and you can't FORCE it to go away. That isn't how ANY healthy relationship works, AND THOMAS SHOULD FUCKING KNOW THIS!!! When I said he was using Marinette as a Strawman regarding breaking up the Love Square, SHIT LIKE THIS IS WHAT I MEANT!! He is having Marinette display the most empty and pointless of "reasons" for why she can't get together with Adrien, and instead of going "okay, I WANT to be with him, but I can't at this time," she is needlessly beating herself up over a pointless excuse to do ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!!! 

...Why the FUCK are they making going to this museum such a big fucking deal!? Seriously, Marinette, YOU HAVE EMBARRASSED YOURSELF IN FRONT OF HIM IN A LOT OF PUBLIC PLACES, you attempting to kiss what you THOUGHT was a statue of him is nothing fucking special. On the other hand, Luka actually gave genuinely good advice; spending time with him to figure out how she feels and all that. But Marinette going "there's no sound" or whatever, by following Luka's metaphor... that makes me laugh, and not in a good way, because Marinette has ever ONCE dropped her fucking obsession with him. AT ALL. 

"I've been in love with him without ever really being able to talk with him!" Marinette, what you are describing isn't love, it is obsession. SEE A REAL FUCKING THERAPIST AND NOT YOUR MUSICIAN EX BOYFRIEND!!! 

...Marinette, you going "but I feel nothing," basically confirms that NO, you aren't in love with him. You were fucking IDOLIZING him, and IN A VERY CREEPY AND EXCESSIVE WAY. And yet, she hasn't changed her behavior regarding Adrien in the slightest. Ugghh... 

And OF FUCKING COURSE she invites Luka, because why the fuck not!? Ugh, at least there's a reason for it... 

...No. No no no PLEASE tell me we are not going to have a FUCKING MISTAKEN FOR DATING DOUBLE DATE PLOT!!! DO NOT BRING THIS SHIT HERE THOMAS, THIS IS THE LOWEST POSSIBLE WAY YOU COULD DRAG OUT WHAT IS ALREADY A NONSENSICAL PLOT!!! GET THIS SHIT OUT OF HERE!!! Also, Kagami, assuming that Adrien is jealous just because he questioned why Luka was coming along is kinda stupid; there is a genuine REASON to think that Marinette might still be in love with him, given her avoidance, blatant discomfort around Adrien, and oh yeah, THE FACT THAT ADRIEN KNOWS JACK ALL ABOUT HER LIFE. 

Yup, it's a STUPID FUCKING DOUBLE DATE!!! 

Yes, Luka is SPEAKING SENSE. 

I... I'm gonna stop typing and just try and get through this nonsense because I just can't anymore. Thomas has made it clear since DAY FUCKING ONE that he is going to stretch this nonsense out as long as he can, and I'm sick to death of it. Shit like this has honestly killed my ability to believe in Marinette and Adrien as a couple. I just can't with this anymore. I'm just gonna sit back, listen, and try to find something OTHER than this nonsensical "double date" to dissect because I'm just too fucking pissed at all this. 

...Adrien. No. She did not kiss you. She TRIED to kiss you, in one of the most fucking cringe moments in this entire show. If this tries to go where I THINK it's gonna try and go, I am going to FUCKING SCREAM. 

Kagami, Luka, MARINETTE IS THE MOST BLATANTLY OBVIOUS PERSON IN THE WORLD WHEN IT COMES TO HER SIGNALS. The issue is that SHE CANNOT FOR THE LIFE OF HER SPIT IT THE FUCK OUT AND GOES OVERBOARD IN THE OPPOSITE DIRECTION BECAUSE SHE ROUTINELY PUBLICLY EMBARRASSES HERSELF AND HATES HOW SHE ACTS AROUND HIM!!! Dear GOD, how the fuck do these idiots think THIS is "mixed signals!?" This is why I think the concept of "signals" is bullshit. Just... take people at their word. Whether it helps or hurts, trying to go by "signals" is a nightmare of nonsense, confusion, and headaches to me. 

Like, HOW IN THE WORLD did it take Kagami a long time to "figure out Marinette's signals"!? She's apparently known that Marinette is interested in Adrien since the FUCKING ICE RINK!! Which was I'm pretty sure her second ever time MEETING Kagami in the first place, SO NO, SHE NEVER HAD ANY PROBLEM WITH MARINETTE'S FUCKING SIGNALS!!! 

Literally EVERYONE knows that Marinette has an obsessive crush on Adrien!! Literally the only two people who DON'T know that everyone knows this are one another, and we literally had an Akuma force Marinette to blurt it out for the world to hear, SO ADRIEN SHOULDN'T BE UNAWARE EITHER!!! 

Marinette. Stop. You are not OBLIGATED to return whatever fucking feelings he may or may not have for you, SO STOP TRYING TO AVOID THIS FUCKING ISSUE!!! I have put up with this nonsense FOR FIVE SEASONS ALREADY, I AM NOT ENDURING IT ANY LONGER!!!! 

Okay, something LESS stupid (but still super-fucking stupid) to fixate on!! Once again, Andre is an absolute wet blanket who puts zero fucking effort into telling Chloe "no." And THIS moron is who we are supposed to sympathize with for "being bullied by his wife and daughter"? Yeah, no. Shut up. 

I'm not even going to address the nonsensical argument Andre is using for wanting to prevent the room with Ladybug and Chat Noir's statues from debuting, since it's very obvious they are just having him parrot whatever strawman argument they are making Chloe say. It's idiotic. 

O-kay, Andre proceeds to threaten to close down the museum on trumped up charges. I am not going to blame Chloe for this nonsense. Why the FUCK would I blame her for the fact that Andre is both a spineless piece of human garbage, and a corrupt little worm who is willing to abuse his power to spoil Chloe's already rotten ego? 

Funny Andre mentions the "status quo," given how much the writers abuse it to never actually change anything. Oh, and once again Marinette mistakes a live person for a wax statue, and Adrien laughs at her falling in a panic. I just... dude, do you NOT get that laughing at someone humiliating themselves is hurtful...? Oh, wait, no of course he doesn't get it, since apparently he's always found Marinette's clumsiness the height of comedy, utterly oblivious to how much it messes with her self-confidence when that crap happens. It's shit like THIS, that makes me more and more convinced that they ARE NOT GOOD FOR ONE ANOTHER. 

I just "love" how they keep saying Marinette "lost" the Miraculouses. No, she got ROBBED by someone she thought she could fucking trust (granted she thought said person was someone else, but YOU GET THE FUCKING POINT!!). It's Monarch acting as if Felix coming out of nowhere to trade him LITERALLY ALL THE MIRACULOUSES was his plan all along and not something completely out of left field all over again. Once more I say "fuck this shit with a rusty spoon." 

I will VERY grudgingly say this: at least we get a look at how Monarch can get inside someone's head when they try and resist him. Normally it's just "brainwash," but this? Seeing him pry away at an emotional person's vulnerabilities while his powers chip at their ability to focus and think... it's honestly pretty disturbing. I gotta say, for all that it's a low bar to clear, this is the highlight of the episode. 

... "I'm the problem?" "No I'm the problem!!" GET THE FUCK OVER YOURSELVES ALREADY!! I just have no more patience for this nonsensical teenage melodrama. And Adrien, saying "it's okay, I'm here" DOES NOT HELP SOMEONE HAVING A FUCKING PANIC ATTACK OVER THE TWO OF YOU BEING LOCKED INSIDE A SEALED OFF ROOM!!! How the hell do you make him look like this much of an inconsiderate ASS without even noticing!? 

The way the Akuma uses her powers reminds me of Jiangshi and Golems, given the whole "animating a target by placing a piece of paper on their heads." 

I can't even begin to care about Ladybug going on a mini-despair spiral given that this entire fucking episode seems hell-bent on ignoring that both A) it wasn't her fault, since even if she HAD known that Flairmidable was Felix she had no way of knowing he would do something so pointlessly selfish, or even that he COULD given she would have no reason to believe he knows Monarch's identity, and B) that everyone, INCLUDING HERSELF are ignoring her actual problems and reducing it down to "oh, it's just because she can't be HONEST about her feelings!!" Chat, you trying to be supportive doesn't work given how many times you've moped around and acted like a fucking child over Marinette trusting ANYONE besides yourself as a hero, and getting pointlessly jealous and insecure over the very existence of the other Heroes. 

Okay, Andre being more scared of his daughter than he is of the literal Akuma is pathetic but also kind of hilarious. He's such a spineless jackass!! You know, this episode also really highlights how the stupidity in Episode 1 regarding the rules of Miraculouses is BS, since apparently Hawkmoth has no problem giving inanimate wax statues perfect duplications of the powers of other Miraculouses. 

Ladybug, of course the wax statues based on you two look just like you two. And once again, the fake Lucky Charm just produces a stupidly huge and impractical looking sword. Never anything else. 

Marinette, you have literally broken ALL of the other Wax Statues, YOU KNOW THAT IS A STATUE DUPLICATE OF CHAT WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU HESITATING!?!? No. Writers, you are not allowed to introduce fucking SHIP TEASE between Ladybug and Chat Noir NOW, not when the entire set up behind it is as forced as this nonsense, AND not after putting so much bullshit in place to add more "drama" to this fiasco of a Love Square!! 

Not even gonna acknowledge Chloe's strawmanning, because once again, everyone is ignoring how asinine this all is. 

WHY THE FUCK ARE THEY TRYING TO DO A SPEECH ABOUT LADYBUG'S "REAL POWER" NOW OF ALL TIMES!? Seriously, SCREW THIS EPISODE. 

Yeah... it is literally impossible to take Chloe seriously as a villain when the most they can make her do is whine and yell about how "lame" Ladybug is. It's stupid. 

No no no DO NOT GIVE ME A "I SEE YOU DIFFERENTLY" MOMENT NOW OF ALL TIMES. Jesus H Christ this is stupid. 

And we get a scene of Marinette crying in the rain. Bullshit. Complete. And Utter. BULLSHIT. I do not care anymore. If I didn't absolutely hate the Love Square already, THIS would have done it for me. I cannot bring myself to give a shit about something that they've dragged out for YEARS, given no development unless it involves pulling it out of their own asses, and now, in the FINAL HOME STRETCH, they decide that this is the "perfect moment" to add MORE drama to this disaster of a relationship. Just... get this thing out of my sight, alright? And with that. I am done. Finished. No more of this episode. May it burn in the pits of hell.

[beeejayy]

Crona or Medusa gorgon?

Or if you really want to go out there with it maybe Maka’s mother

🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️ 😇🧸👻👽💤💝🫂💔🪢👗📓🔪🌟🥇🍫🎭❤️‍🔥💄🖕😺😬😭😶

Okay. I'm doing all of the above. It'll have to be split into multiple posts tho LOL so Crona goes first.

🏳️‍🌈 a sexuality hc- I legit don't know, Crona definitely likes girls tho 👍

🏳️‍⚧️ a gender hc- nonbinary :)))))

😇 a religion/ lack thereof- uhhh even tho I love religious symbolism ESPECIALLY relating to Crona... I really doubt Medusa sat Crona down and was like "okay Crona, open your Bible to page 25-"

🧸 a hc about their childhood- bad. We all know it's bad. I feel like Crona was rarely fed regular food either. The most they'd get WAS the souls they had to get to become a kishin. Also Crona didn't get a bed I don't remember seeing a bed in that room they were always put in.

👻 a hc about what scares them- everything.

🎶 a hc about music- they like rock, loud music but also nice melodies like "a home for flowers (omori soundtrack)" or "his theme (undertale soundtrack)"

👽 a hc about a weird quirk of theirs- they will randomly tick like- spaz out. Yes this is me projecting.

💤 a hc about their sleep- they don't care about sleep. They hate being alone with their thoughts there is rarely peace with sleep. That is until they start having sleep overs with maka..

🦾 a disability hc- Ragnarok. OKAY SORRY ANYWAY I have no idea this fella is full of bodily issues.

💝 a hc about their love language- they will give gifts and when they feel comfortable enough they will just keep saying nice things over and over again :)))

🫂 a friendship hc- I honestly like their potential/actual friendship with every character idk they just need people to be with a found family okay.

💔 an angsty hc- they don't trust any mothers. That sounds stupid but they have mommy issues and anyone filling in a mother role for them makes them uncomfortable at first. They don't know how to handle anyone trying to take care of them because they've never been taken care of. It's better to not know than anything.

🪢a hc about their family- the closest thing they have to a family member besides Medusa is Ragnarok. Honestly I think the two COULD learn to get along. Just like actual siblings they don't like constantly being near eachother. Idk tho I might be wishfully thinking.

📓 a hc about their hobbies- Crona likes to write!!! Poetry!!!! They genuinely do like it!!!

👗 a hc about their clothes- they like to wear what's comfortable. They've worn dresses their whole life it's a comfort.

🔪 a hc related to fighting/violence- they genuinely don't like fighting, they just let Ragnarok take over when they fight.

🌟 a hc about their desires/wishes- Crona just want the black blood gone. It's unrealistic but something ideal

🏅 a hc about what they're best at- FUCKING CONTORTING THEIR BODY MY GODDD

🍫 a hc about food- they like bitter foods. This fella is a dark chocolate lover LMAO

🎭 a hc about what they lie about- probably how Medusa treated them. Just hear me out, they probably don't like the reactions everyone has so they always downplay their childhood. Crona is a bad liar btw.

❤️‍🔥 a romantic hc- they are HORRIBLE at romance. They will work themself up to even TRY holding hands.

💄 an appearance hc- they probably either let their hair grow all out or shave the whole thing. Or both they can do both.

🖕 a hc relating to anger- anything related to their mom, them betraying everyone and something bad happening to Maka can get them kinda mad.

🐱 an animal related hc- they don't like snakes.

😭 a hc about the worst thing that happened to them- they still don't feel like everyone trusts them. They feel uncomfortable around Marie and Stein, it's not their fault Crona just. Feels bad still.

😶 a random hc- they have slightly crooked teeth

Thanks for the ask ^_^

[crimsonmonsoon]

Sorry if it feels like I'm spam posting... ANYWAYS we have three more kwamis for the third and outer ring of the Miracle Box.

Fluff, Longg, and Sass are another three kwamis that belong to the outer/third ring of the Chinese Miracle Box. For more information on this ring, visit my other post here.

First is Fluff: Fluff is the kwami of time and presents female. She wears an outfit inspired by the Sui dynasty. She only grants one power to her wielder, which is the ability to open portals through time. This is the "burrow" which leads to a multitude of realities and times that only Fluff and the wielder of the rabbit miraculous can safely navigate. Fluff has these powers, and she considers herself omnipresent because of her abilities. Fluff is very chaotic in the show so I really enhanced that for her. She's a spaz, constantly all over the place and speaks so fast that often it is hard to understand her. She's constantly talking, either to herself, or blabbing herr mouth off to anyone in earshot. She also has a bad habit of talking over people/not letting people speak. She's very superstitious, so topics like that are her favorite to talk about, even when they're ridiculous. She has... very big eyes so she always appears to be surprised or in awe with everything around her.

Fun fact: When she picks a wielder, they're always from any timeline but the present.

Next we have Longg: Longg is the kwami of perfection and presents androgynously. (They use he/she/they pronouns). His attire comes from the Qing dynasty, and yes, it's a feminine outfit. However, her voice is very masculine. They only grant one power to their wielder, which technically sounds like three when described. The wielder can turn into three types of dragons, air, water, and lightning. The dragon varies from dragon designs across many eastern/asian cultures, but dominantly Chinese inspired. Longg has these powers himself, but much more powerfully and can even switch to dragons of other elements such as fire or ice. Longg kinda has a noble dude vibe in the show and I completely obliterated that. Though she does have a very high esteem of her culture, particularly more ancient practices, she's much less noble and more of a trouble maker. Yes, despite being the kwami of perfection, they're often mischievous or punky. Like Tikki, Longg has very strict rules for picking the wielder of the dragon miraculous, though he tends to be biased about it and would rather pick a trans person over a cisgender person, for no other reason than he just wants someone with the same vibe as him. (She's not cisphobic... if that's a thing).

Fun fact: Longg can switch their body type ever so slightly to range from a more masc appearance to a more fem look whenever they please.

Lastly, my beautiful boy Sass: Sass is the kwami of intuition and presents as male. He wears a hanfu from the Tang dynasty. He only grants one power to his wielder, Second Chance, which is the ability to go back to a "check point" in time within certain limits. This is good for fixing errors that may have occurred during a fight, but also may trap the wielder of the snake miraculous in a time loop if they keep having to use it. Sass has this ability of course, though he rarely ever uses it. I kept his personality similar to what's canon in the show. He's very leaderly and big on maintaining order. He likes to have control over things, and he despises chaos. He has a resting bitch face, which makes him look incredibly irritable all the time. Though he's basically the leader of all the other kwamis, he doesn't speak that much and chooses his words carefully when he does.

Fun fact: He loves music and can play a wide variety of instruments.

[brideofcthulhu10]

The Lost Boys Find Out Their Fem!S/O is Pregnant [4/4]

SUBJECT WARNING: PHYSICAL AGRESSION, SEXUAL THEMES AND A WHOLE LOT OF SWEARING. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED!

Alrighty then, my lovely fang babes! Here we are, we have the last of the first edition of the pregnancy saga! Worry not, dearest readers, for there is hope! I plan on doing a separate series about going through the pregnancy, and maybe even going through the childbirth with how the boys are as new dads. Let me know in the comments if you'd like to see more, and by tomorrow night we'll have a whole new set to love!

It was such a blast writing Paul's, I'm not gonna lie I got lost in the magic! We have a cute little character cameo for all you 80s movie nerds, lemme know if you can figure out what it is! So, without any more delays; here he is. The gorgeous, the goofy, the one, the only:

PAUL

Today had been an unexpected challenge. You barely got through your shift at the record store, every time you were in light it made you dizzy. Hangovers had nothing on this! Did you drink too much the night before? No, now that you thought about it any attempts to drink had you hugging a toilet. Not to mention your period was late as hell! Well, not the cramps, go figure. Just no blood. None at all. 

You never let on to your beau, Paul, though. The party boy vampire would become overly worried if you told him you were sick, and you weren't about to spoil a good time with a bit of nausea. So here you were, stumbling about the day into the late afternoon absolutely miserable. Your manager Iona offered you some crackers and ginger ale during your lunch break. No dice, within an hour you were running to the bathroom again. 

"Gosh hon, I dunno what ta tell ya. Maybe you ate something nasty, I told you that boardwalk food was fishy," Iona sighed, poking at her own lunch with a fork. Currently your coworker Andie was watching the front until you were feeling better.

"Kill me now, Iona," you groaned, chin resting on the table with your arms laid over your head. Then there was a smell. The greatest, most flavorful, mouthwatering scent you've ever experienced. Like a honey baked ham and a New York sirloin had a glorious new baby drizzled in ecstasy. Glancing over, your stomach growled at whatever it could be. If this were a cartoon you'd be flying to what it was.

Oddly enough, it was coming from Iona. Well, whatever black stuff was in her little plastic tupperware dish. Who cares what it was, it smelled incredible.

"Hey uh..," you asked, leaning over towards the sticky, mysterious delicacy calling your name. "You wouldn't mind if I had a bite, would ya?"

"You sure, hon? This isn't exactly your average dish, it's kinda weird," she tried to explain. God you couldn't take your eyes off it! Finally, your merciful manager pushed it your way, and you couldn't resist any longer. 

"I don't even care, this is the first thing in the past two days that hasn't made me nauseous," you muffled between cosmic bites.

Oh shit, this was heaven! It had to be some sort of meat, it reminded her of a nice spicy kielbasa, a slow roasted brisket, every second it changed to some new world of food you had never tried. What it was didn't matter by this point.

"Wooow. I've never met someone who liked black pudding that much."

Pudding? "I thought it was meat or something? It doesn't taste anything like pudding," you insisted, polishing off the very last specs of it. "Got any more?"

"No, no, not like chocolate pudding or stuff like that, kiddo. black pudding. It's this dish from the UK my new boyfriend made me. It's congealed pig's and cow blood mixed with spices."

You made a face. Blood? Like, blood blood? The cow equivalent of what Paul drank on a daily basis? Yet this was the first time you didn't puke, in fact, you kinda wanted more. Even knowing what is was made of.. for some reason you craved more. Meanwhile Iona continued to talk on and on, until one phrase caught your ears. "Yea, ya know my mom was so into for the longest time. Said she craved it her whole pregnancy, I never got a taste for it honestly."

A single thought popped into your head. A dangerous, foreboding thought that your intuition said was very much a possibility. In a flash you jumped up, nearly slamming your hands on the table. "I gotta go. Oh shit, I gotta go! I'll be right back, I swear, I'm so sorry, I swear to god I'll be right back," you shouted as you bolted out of the store.

"Wait what-?!"

You'd make it up to her once you got back. You had to know! You had to be sure..! Please just let it be paranoia! Please let it be anything, anything at all besides what you thought it was!

Once you reached the nearest CVS you made a B-line to the women's health section. Your hair clung to your face, your lungs stung like crazy but all you could think about was getting answers. And cue the disapproving glare of some old bat picking out a box of pads. Alright being 17 in front of the pregnancy tests looked bad. You weren't just a high schooler, you looked it too. "What're you looking at, " you snarl. Immediately she clutched her pearls, startled by this abrasive youngin' in no mood for dirty looks. God why'd there have to be so many options? Pink boxes, purple ones, bright yellow insisting it worked the fastest. The heavy fluorescent lights were no help at all, it made your head spin. You had no time for this crap. In a sweeping motion you grabbed three different brands and threw them into your basket, all you needed was….where was your wallet? Shit... Glancing around you checked for any nearby cameras or staff. Karma be damned, it was an emergency! Five finger discount it was. 

Once again you made a mad dash back to the record store as the sun finally set. All three boxes were crumpled in your hand, your boots running so fast it you hit a rock that'd be it.

But getting back to the record store was your best bet. You weren't about to pee in some dirty, old, nasty pharmacy bathroo- oh fuck. There was something that finally slowed your steps, nearly making you trip in the process. Four bikes parked right outside. Three of which were occupied by by Dwayne, David and Marko all talking amongst themselves.

Shiiiit, shit, shit! All you could do was swear repeatedly. Before they could spot you, you practically dove into the alleyway behind the store, rapidly disabling the alarm. If that went off it'd be a dead giveaway. Quickly you looked left and right before you slammed the door shut behind you still trying to catch air.

But there, right past the door to the employees lounge, over by the counter you could see a mass of blonde hair chatting away with Iona about Led Zeppelin's best album to date. Paul, gorgeous as every, laughing. It made your heart flutter, but then it sank. What if it was a-... He was never the type to run away from a challenge. But then again, a kid wasn't a challenge, it was a massive ordeal. It would take a huge chunk of his life- well, afterlife! Boozing and cruising would be switched out with drowsy days and busy nights. You weren't sure if you wanted him to know if you were, it would take all that from him. Unfortunately, he must've smelled you or sonething, because immediately he turned around like a puppy being called.

"Babe," he cheered with delight, rushing over to hug you. Rather squeeze you by your hips and lift you four feet off the ground. Quickly you stuffed the skinny boxes into your back pocket, now smushed up against his chest. "Where were you? Ion's said you just bolted mid-shift, we were worried sick! Well, I mean, I was more worried though, cuz I can't stand you bein' gone, kitten."

"Well, yeah uh, I forgot something I had to get at the store, and I forgot what time I got off," you hesitated, still antsy to escape to the bathroom. Truthfully you didn't actually want to, you had to! If you could, you'd just kiss him and ride off into the night to raise some hell like you always did. But this was too big to ignore.

Paul raised a brow. You weren't known for being this jumpy. You wouldn't look him in the eyes, they just kept darting towards the bathroom. Boy, you really did look sick, though. Pale, almost greenish with dark circles under your eyes. You even felt colder than usual. "Am I uh, interrupting something, babe?"

You managed to work out if his arms, giggling nervously. "Actually I-I had some of Iona's lunch earlier, and I just, gotta- be right back!"

With that, you bolted into the bathroom and slammed the door behind you. Again, weird. Paul just shrugged, maybe you had some bad Mexican.

 Iona wasn't convinced. Little miss jumpy-pants skipping out on her, you owed her an explanation. While Paul perused the albums she sunk over to the bathroom, rapidly tapping on the door. "Y/N! Psst! You good in there, hon?"

You were most certainly NOT good! Your hand shook, the third test finally finished. Not like it mattered! They all said the same thing. Every fucking one of them.

Positive. Positive. Positive.

No, no, no!

"Shit," you hissed. "Shit! Oh shit, oh fuck! Fuck-fuckity shit fuck fuck! Dammit." That's all you could do! You swore over, and over, and over, rapidly kicking the wall in front of you. Stupid pink plus! Why? Why did it have to be a plus?? Immediately you threw it in the trash and scooped up the other two. Maybe they were all flukes? Maybe only a doctor could tell you! You had to get home. Like now. Right now, you just had to rush home, make an appointment at the doctors, maybe hide in shame for a few days just until you could figure out what the hell to do with all this! Once again you wedged the tests in your back pocket and nearly tripped, cracking open the door to face your boss. "Iona, I gotta get home."

"Seriously, Y/N?? Why? What is with you?"

"Please, I swear I will make it up to you, I'll take a double shift, I'll wash your damn car-"

"Oh no, nuh-uh. Not until you tell me why you're being such a spaz," she practically shouted in a hissing whisper, absolutely exasperated. You teens and your drama, when she always said she wanted to fell young again this is NOT what she meant!  

"Listen i-... iyay amyay egnantpray," you whispered. Pig latin. It was a little code you two usually reserved for secrets. Well, that and talking smack about snotty customers. But wow was this a big ol' secret. 

Iona covered her mouth. Oh, you little idiot! You poor little idiot. Looking over at the unsuspecting boyfriend she sighed, looking you in the eyes. She wanted to just tell you to come clean to your man. The boy hung around you constantly, you two were the ultimate it-couple, there wasn't even sparks it was like watching supernovas. Something this big.. it shouldn't be left in the dark!

But that pitiful expression on your face just begged her to keep quiet, and frankly it wasn't her place to tell you what to do- well, at least in this regard. "Alright, alright. This saturday you're taking my night time shift, there's a big concert I wanna go to. And you gotta wax my car, it's gettin' nasty. And you better write the best damn apology note in the history of apology notes, sweetie. This is huge, you better come clean to him eventually, or I'll kick your little butt you hear me?"

"Yes. Absolutely, fine, deal. Just please, please keep him busy, I'm not ready to tell him," you whined, clutching the door. Frankly it sounded like a piss poor plan, but it couldn't be helped, not right now at least. You didn't have the strength to confront the situation head on, you were barely keeping it together. You wanted to cry all over, jump into his arms and come clean now, but this was neither the time or place.

As soon as Iona went to go over to Paul you stuffed the tests into your purse and bolted out the back door, only this time stealth was not on your side. Right at the mouth of the alleyway, just as you were about to be home free- you ran smack dab into a particularly lithe blonde that felt like a brick wall. You went flying onto the ground, your purse crashing onto concrete with a hundred pieces of your privacy going every direction. In a panic you began to rapidly stuff it all back, barely able to hide the first two tests as you threw some half baked apology Marko's way. Honestly he deserved a better one than that, but you were too frazzled to be fair at the moment.

"Oh shit, Y/N," Marko exclaimed, immediately kneeling down to help you gather the scattered remains of your purse. "Sorry, I didn't even see you, I was coming back for a smoke. Big Ed is such a douche, can you believe theres no smoking on the-..." His words trailed off, and you shortly saw why. Grasped between his pointer finger and thumb was the little pink strip, and a look of complete disbelief. All you could do was snatch it from him, a heavy moment of silence magically muffling the wild noise and shouts of the busy boardwalk. 

"Do...D-Don't worry about it. Look, I gotta get home, I'll see you arou-," you started, trying to jump up, maybe catch him off guard and make a run for it. Not this time. 

You hadn't even noticed he grabbed your wrist, it was such a blur. He stayed silent, standing up and looking right into your eyes with hidden malcontent. You swore if you answered wrong this mischievous cat would tear your throat out. After all, you were his best friend's girl. If you did anything, ANYTHING, to hurt him... Well, let's just say a pregnancy would be the least of your worries. "Why are you running, Y/N? What the hell is this thing," he asked quietly, eyes flickering between red and blue. "Did you…?"

"Oh don't fuckin' even," You snapped, smacking his arm, yanking your hand out of his grasp. "Of course not! You butt! God, are you serious? What do you take me for- No! I- fuck I just- no!" You kick the tin trash can beside you, watching a plethora of trash fly into the air. "I am freaking out! Of course it's Paul's. Oh fucking god, it's Paul's and I don't know what to do!"

Marko's expression softened, placing a hand on your shoulder. "Hey, I didn't mean to make it sound like that, Y/N. Paul's my friend, I just had to be sure you weren't sneaking around, you know?"

You sighed, pushing back your mess of a hair with misty eyes. This was perfect, a real big screw up from start to finish. All you could do was look over at Marko with pleading eyes. "You can't tell him yet. Please, just please please PLEASE, Marko, don't tell Paul yet!"

"Tell me what, babe?"

Shit. Shit on a stick. You looked behind to see Paul halfway out the back door with a look of concern, one that he rarely carried. You and your dumb mouth, go figure.

The blonde pushed through and let the door close behind him, looking over at his best bud standing alone with his girlfriend who was begging him to keep something secret, from him no less.

 "Marko?"

"Nah, nah, don't look at me man, this is all on you guys," he sighed, hands up in a shielding motion. "Good luck buddy. Gotta go, Y/N." with that the young vampire excused himself from this melting pot of drama, hands stuffed in his pockets. 

You just stood there, keeping the little strip tightly grasped behind your back. Paul was silent, but glancing at his hands you saw they were balled so tight his knuckles were white. "P-paul…," you hesitated, biting down on your bottom lip. "I should really… get home.."

Paul only raised a brow, glancing at your arms still tucked behind you. This wasn't like you to hide from him, and that alone frightened him. Nothing had ever frightened him before. And he didn't like the taste of it one bit. "What's behind your back, babe?"

"What?"

Again his spoke, this time his voice lowered into a low growl. "What... do you have... behind your back, babe?" The way he said it was so firm, it made you shake a little. You didn't like stern Paul. They way he hissed the word "babe", practically spoken through clenched teeth

Your throat ached, eyes darting across the ground struggling to think up a good excuse. Anything. A book, your purse, a surprise for him! Anything!

"N-nothing." Apparently, you failed to find any excuses. Great.

Paul's knuckles began to crack, jumping forward to try and snatch it from behind you. When you dodged him, he grew even more furious. You both began to struggle, pushing him away, insisting he just stop and let you leave. But every attempt to reject him only upset him further. Why were you hiding things from him?! How could you just ditch him at the record store when he was worried sick about you??

The struggle built up until finally he had enough. His eyes turned white with rings of fire, brow looming heavily over his eyes and fangs jutting out where his incisors once were. In a flash he grabbed you by you wrists, pinning you so hard to the wall it shook. You still tried to struggle. Thrash, kick, squirm! Steel wished it could be so strong, your muscles ached. This probably wasn't even his full strength, but it dwarfed you in comparison. This terrifying side of Paul you had certainly seen before, but never had you been on the receiving end. It was in all sense of the word, predatorial. He'd never try to kill you, but you still felt that horror build up inside. Rapid, sharp breaths made your chest heave, too afraid to look up at those red eyes still fixated on whatever you kept hidden from him. He continued to pry your stubborn fingers open, ignoring your shaking whimpers. He squoze your wrist, the tendons aching and contracting until your fingertips began to lift up. Any resistance was pretty much useless at this point, but dammit you still tried everything to worm out of his grip. But he had finally had it, you weren't gonna be keeping secrets from him. Now your last finger was pushed off, and he could see what was so damn important that you physically fought him to keep it secret. It was almost slow motion the way the strip spun to the ground, clattering down and landing beside his mud caked boots. He froze, slowly looking down at it. That's it? That's all you-...

You could barely read his face, so many different emotions flashing across it all at once. Occasionally he'd look back up at you, then back down at it. To the point you almost got annoyed that you were still being stuck to a wall while the reality set in. After all, it didn't take a rocket scientist to know what that was, just put you down already!

Paul looked at you still pinned beneath him, horrified at how he lost his temper and immediately released you. Still rubbing away the pain across your wrists, you watched him pick it up. A wave of guilt swarmed your body, you didn't know whether to hug him or punt him in the chest.

Hell, a massive tidal wave of guilt overflowed him too. It'd been such a long time since he got that angry.. but worst of all he'd never been like that with you. Never grabbed you so forcefully and ignored your pleas, it was a dark side of him he never wanted to display in front of you. Glancing at the little pink plus at the end of the stick, his mind swirled with a plethora of questions. But slowly he stood up, looking down at you still really trying to process everything that had happened in the past few minutes. "I don't… I don't understand.."

"You- You are such an ass," you shouted out of nowhere, enough that it made him jump. There you were. That's the fiery girl he knew, not the one he exactly wanted to be on the opposing side of at the moment, though.

Paul wasn't surprised you were pissed, but he definitely didn't expect you to start punching his arm. Again. Then again, and again you just kept hiting his arms, his chest, pushing and crying, you were so mad you wanted to chuck him in the ocean! It didn't really hurt that much, but he felt awful he drove you to that point.

Tears blurred your vision as you lashed out on him. All you could do was yell names between sobs, even whack him with your purse. "Paul, you absolute jerk! Butt! Jackass! You smarmy, half wit, blood-sucking tool! You said you were packing blanks, you absolute liar! I was gonna tell yo-! I mean, I know I shouldn't have run-! But you just couldn't wait- and then Marko- and you! You ! Jerk ! Butthead !"

"Hey, ow! Ow! Ow, dammit! I know, I know I went to far-ow not the hair dammit," he demanded, grabbing your arms before you could lay another mighty blow. "Babe! Babe, stop! I thought I was! I swear I didn't know- I-..I never thought that I could get you...." His hands slowly released your shoulders, moving to your hips. "I'm so sorry, baby. I swear, I didn't know.. I'm so sorry."

The way his voice softened only made you want to cry more. This whole day was a mess. You didn't mean to try and run.. You never should've tried to in the first place. God, you were so tired. All this running around, all this secrecy, the fighting, it was exhausting. Paul was the last person you wanted to fight. Sure you had spats and a few heated arguments. Every couple did, even vampires. But this, it was just so.m draining. With a firm thud you plopped your forehead on his sternum, your fingers tightly clinging to the upper sleeves of his jacket. "Wh-what am I supposed to do-… what are we supposed to do now..?"

Paul pondered his options with a solemn face, but there was only one that made him happy. Only one that sat right in his heart. What else could he possibly do, there was only ever going to be one answer even if you told him right away. Most of all, he couldn't stand the sorrow in your eyes. A frown never suited such a beautiful face. He never expected there to be anything to come from your heavy sexcapades, it never seemed like there was any risks in it. He'd never seen a vampire munchkin, least of all he'd never even heard of a vamp conceiving with a human. All he knew now is you, crying in his arms, terrified of what you were carrying. What it could mean. In that moment, he steeled his resolve and came to a final decision.

Silently he tilted your chin up, using his thumb to brush away all those tears staining your cheeks. Those blue eyes, you could get lost in them. Swallowed up by the sea. It wasn't hard to read his mind when he held onto your hip with one hand, while the other that pushed away salty droplets now cupped your cheek. Within moments you crashed your mouth into his, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck.

Warm. A surge of heat filled your body. It was the first time you felt truly alive all day. You could feel your chest heave against his, you didn't want any space between the two of you and only pressed tighter until there wasn't anything left. Each kiss gave momentary breath before you dove in for more. Neither of you could stop. You didn't want to pull away, not even for a split second. The way he smelled, the way he tasted, the way he touched you, the way he felt beneath your fingers; it made your head spin. His hands began to wander, you clutched at anything you could get a hold of. Your body burned, so sweet and long. In those moments the world stopped, it just melted away in streams of light. No one was there but you two. 

It was over too soon, both of you rapidly panting for breath still intertwined. Oh, how you could stare into his eyes forever.

That frown was long gone, replaced by a tender smile. The one he had come to cherish. Paul chuckled softly, breathlessly nuzzling against your collar bone. Slowly he leaned in close to your ear, his disheveled blonde hair brushing up against your cheeks. Lips trailed up flesh, reavhing just beneath your ear. And then you heard those three forbidden words. Such sweet, tender words, you hadn't expected him to say. Although he whispered them so softly they might have gotten lost in the wind, to you they were as clear as the moon on a cloudless night.

"Y/N.... I love you."

It made your heart throb, you thought you might even faint. A lifetime of struggles led up to this beautiful moment. You never expected it to be a half-undressed heavy make out session with your vampire lover, the father of your unborn spawn, in the back alley of a record store on the Santa Carla Boardwalk. But here you were, nestled between him and an old brick wall. Paul loved you, he had said it, he finally said those words that could destroy any doubt you had. And more than anything in the whole wide world, you knew once and for all, you loved Paul.

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Word Count: 8,982

Genre: Angst, Smut, Floof

Warnings: Love making, pretty vanilla (not my kinkiest work but I decided with the theme it should be kept kinda soft)

Summary: Being a single mother had gone smoothly for the most part so far. Ten years living in bliss with your beautiful daughter. However, when you run into her father and his family, your world is shaken up, and it seems you two have a lot of catching up to do.

Everything happens for a reason. That's what you've always told yourself. Something good will come your way. You'll find love. All the little lies you've told yourself every day for the last ten years echo through your mind, keeping you composed when you feel like breaking. The only things that keep you sane these days are those thoughts and your little girl, Sooyeon. She is the best thing in your life. She is your whole world. She is your love right now.

"Mommy?" You hear her soft voice call out from behind you. "Yes, Sweetheart?" You ask, setting down your wine glass as you sit up on the couch. "Can you help me with this? I don't understand what they're asking me to do." She pouts, holding her papers out towards you. You smile warmly, patting the edge of the couch. "Of course. Come sit." You beckon, her small form bouncing as she takes her seat on the ground next to you. This is your night, almost every night. She was smart, but she knew when to ask for help, and you gladly accepted, helping her with her homework.

Over the years you've watch her grow into a beautiful, smart, sweet young lady. These past ten years since you had her had gone by way too fast for your liking, and you wish you could slow time so she won't grow up and leave the next time you blink. She's very kind hearted, offering to help the old woman down the hall with her groceries. She's absolutely adorable, and you know she'll grow up to be stunning. Just like her father.

After she finishes her homework she gets ready for bed herself, you tucking her in and kissing her goodnight before relaxing back into your usual spot on the couch, sipping your wine. It's nights like this, after Sooyeon goes to sleep, that you wish you had someone, a companion, to keep you company. It's sad to admit, but you hadn't been with anyone since him. Maybe it's because you're very picky about who you bring around Sooyeon, or maybe it's because you've never moved on. Either way, all you knew was that the best thing you can do is drown yourself in wine and try to forget.

It's Friday after school, and as your weekly tradition stands, you let Sooyeon pick something fun to do together. "Mommy, can we get ice cream?" She asks, holding your hand as you walk through the crowd. "You know what? I think that's a great idea." You pull her closer to the side. She smiles so brightly it puts the sun to shame, a bounce in her step as you make your way to the small ice cream shop you've been going to since you were a child.

The bell rings as you push the door open, the welcoming atmosphere sending a wave of nostalgia through you. "Alright sweetie, what are you g-" You stop in your tracks as a familiar, normally soft voice floods your ears. You look up, gasping softly as you look up to counter, a family, parents and two kids, stand there, the man on the phone. Your daughter runs, looking at the ice cream through the glass as the employee greets her by name. "No, I don't care how much they want! We can't lose this deal!" The man shouts into his phone, your daughter jumping at his stern voice. The fear on her face pushes you into mom mode, running over and placing your hands on her shoulders soothingly. You barely trust your voice at this point, but to calm your daughter, you speak.

"Hey! Can you not yell please? You're scaring my daughter." You say sternly, grabbing his attention. As his eyes meet yours, his entire face softens, his plush lips parted as he stares at you. His eyes never leave yours, the soft brown eyes you've missed for years, longing for them to fall on you again, were finally trained on you, and you had no idea what to do. You hear a faint voice on the other end of the phone, the man's lips quivering slightly. "Honey, come on, we need to hurry, you know I have a nail appointment in less than an hour and we have to be done soon so the nanny can pick up the kids. Let's go." The wife urges, sighing when her husband doesn't respond. "I swear you're such a spaz. I can't believe I agreed to a marriage with you." She spits, digging into his pocket and grabbing his wallet herself.

You glare at him, uncomfortable under his stare. "Sweetie, go ahead and order. It's alright." You coo to your daughter, patting on the back while turning away from him. "Uh, yeah, I need to go. Just do whatever you need to do." He clears his throat, as if you breaking eye contact has broken him from his trance. "Uh, actually, I wanna pay for them too, is that alright?" He asks the cashier, his wife grimacing. "No, please. I have quite enough money thank you very much." You stutter, but he shakes his head. "I never said you didn't." He bends down, getting level with your daughter. "I'm sorry I yelled. Please, pick whatever you want. It's on me." He smiles brightly, sending a wave of ache through your chest. Sooyeon doesn't think into it, quickly ordering the most expensive sundae on the menu. "Sweetie, I think that's a little much, don't you?" You stutter, irritated by his offer. "Please, it's no trouble. I really want to do this." He insists, already running his card.

You roll your eyes, allowing it to happen, no longer fighting it. Your daughter beams as she gets her sundae, carrying it with two hands to a table. The entire time you sit with her, you feel uncomfortable as you notice his eyes trained on you. Is this really happening? Never in a million years did you think you'd be in a situation like this. You thought about it, even feared it, but you never thought it'd actually happen. Living through it, this is the second worse experience of your life. You bounce your leg nervously under the table, waiting anxiously for Sooyeon to finish so you can leave. As soon as she's finished you pull her out of there quickly. For some reason, you wish he'd call out to you, begging you to stay, but he doesn't. It hurts, but you're not surprised.

Once you're safe in the confines of your home you sigh in relief. "Mommy?" Sooyeon asks while hanging her backpack up on the hook. You kneel down, smiling at her. "Yes baby?" You ask, rubbing her arm. "Who was that guy at the ice cream shop? He kept looking at you like he knew you." She says, and your heart skips a beat. "I don't know who he is, sweetie. Why don't you go play in your room for a bit before you get ready for bed, yeah?" You suggest, and she nods, obviously not satisfied with your answer but understanding.

As the night passes you feel on edge, the sight of him rattling you to the bone. Him and his family. His wife, and he even had children. How could you be so stupid all of these years? All this time holding out, keeping to yourself, your feelings for him still lingering, yet he seems to have completely moved on. He has more kids. Whether it be his father's wishes or his own decision, he still has kids. You can't help but think of what happened ten years ago.

"It's okay, baby. You'll do great. I'll be right there with you." He assured you as the nurses wheeled you to the delivery room. At 17, this was the absolute scariest moment of your life. Sure your mom and boyfriend were here, but fear hung in the air. Would it be okay? Did you do something wrong? Even through all of this, you knew that he would never leave your side. Even when the doctors decided you were going to have a C-section, he still stayed by you the entire time. After a while it was finally over, the cries of your baby somehow calming you. You lay there on the hospital bed, him placing soft kisses on your temple as your mother whispered praises. Before you could even hold your baby girl, the door bursts open, a very angry man practically steaming. "Kim Seokjin, what the hell is going on here?" He booms, glaring at his son. "Dad, I'm not leaving. You can't make me! I'm a father now and I'm going to stay here with Y/N and take care of my child!" Your boyfriend shouts, his grip on your hand growing tighter. "Like hell you are. Do you realize what a scandal like this could do to my company? You're coming with me whether you like it or not. You're going to marry who I chose and there is no way in hell you're staying with this tramp." His father spits, making you gasp. Before you know it, Mr. Kim has Seokjin in a hold so tight that no matter how hard he tries, he can't break free, struggling and shouting as he's pulled out of the room, your baby crying nearby. You sob as Seokjin calls out to you, fighting to stay, but rendered useless. That's the last time you saw him.

Sooyeon is in bed, fast asleep when your phone rings. You read the caller ID, and you can't believe it. After all these years, he still has the same number. Tears threaten to escape as you ignore the call. Sighing as it's over, your lip quivers as it starts up again. Seven times. He calls seven times in a row before you can't take it anymore. On the eighth ring, you reluctantly pick up the phone, clearing your throat before answering. You say nothing, not trusting your voice just yet, waiting for him to speak. "It's been a while, hasn't it, Y/N?" His voice sends chills down your spine, a pang of ache through your chest. "It has." You agree, your voice shaky. "You look great." He says, and you hum in response. "And, was that-" He cuts off, seemingly unable to finish his sentence. "Yeah. It was. Is." You nod, a soft whimper ringing through the phone. "Oh my God." He whispers, his voice cracking a bit. "She's beautiful. Just like her mother." He sighs, and you bite your lip, trying to hold back your tears. "What do you want, Seokjin?" You cut to the chase, hoping to end this conversation soon. "I wanted to catch up. Seeing you today, I just couldn't help but think about that day. I'm so sorry, Y/N. I didn't want to leave. After my dad pulled me out of there I-"

"No." You stop him, not being able to handle an explanation. "I don't want to hear it. Just tell me why you're calling right now." He sighs, and you hear rustling in the background. "I also wanted to know why you haven't cashed in any of the checks we've sent you." He admits. You nod, even though he can't see it. "I don't need your money. I get on just fine without your money." You huff. "Y/N, please. I want to do whatever I can for our daughter." He begs. "Yeah, well, you gave up that opportunity when you left me in the hospital." You spit. There's a moment of silence, before a shaky breath from his end has you almost breaking down. "What's her name? Please, at least give me that." He begs.

You mull it over for a few moments, sighing as you give in. "It's Sooyeon. Her name is Sooyeon." You tell him. "Sooyeon. You- You named her after my- why?" He stutters. "Because, your sister was an amazing girl and one of my best friends. I wanted to carry on her memory." You admit sadly. Kim Sooyeon had been your best friend for years, until she got in a car crash with some of her friends when you were 16. She didn't make it, and you were there every step of the way to comfort her brother, your boyfriend, Kim Seokjin. Even though you always hoped he'd come back after your daughter was born, you never thought you'd actually be telling him this. There are no words, only silence from your end and soft sobbing from his. "Y/N, you're just as amazing as you were back then." He sniffles, breaking your heart. "Yeah, well, I didn't do it for you. I did it for Sooyeon. Now, don't you have to get back to your family or something?" You huff. "Oh, uh, not really. Jungmeyon is out with God knows who and the kids are staying with the nanny tonight since I have an early meeting." He explains, and nods.

No matter how much you want to continue talking to him, your heart can't take much more. You don't want to know about how he doing or what his family life is like or any of that. If you can't be with him, you don't want to know. "Alright, Seokjin, is that all? I'd like to get to sleep." You sigh. "Oh, of course. Thank you for finally talking to me, Y/N." He says softly, you taking a deep breath. "Goodbye, Seokjin." You whisper before hanging up. You tilt your head back against the couch, trying not to break, but once the first tear escapes, you know it's all over. You break down, sobbing into your knees on the couch. You're glad that Sooyeon is asleep. She's never seen you cry before, and you don't plan on letting her see it until her wedding day.

After your cry, you pull yourself together, making your way to your way to your bed, needing as much rest as possible before you go to work.

It's been a week and a half since that day, and you easily fell back into your daily system. You hadn't heard from Seokjin again, and you can't tell if you're happy or sad about that. However, you do feel that in that phone call, you found closure. You feel at ease now, knowing that the day you always feared had finally blown over, and nothing bad actually happened. Now you can live your life happily. That's what you believe, anyway. It's when a certain couple walks into your boutique that you feel your world shattering once more.

"How the hell could you take me to this shabby little place? I deserve way better than this." The woman scoffs, looking around in disgust. The voice sounds familiar to you, and as you look over the racks of clothes, you see the woman that was with Seokjin at the ice cream shop the other week, with a man who is definitely not Seokjin. "I know, of course you do, but we're here to get clothes you wouldn't normally wear so we can actually go out to places together." The man whispers loudly, making her roll her eyes. "Still, don't you think even in disguise we should at least look good? Look at this shit. Polyester? Disgusting." She spits, causing you to shake your head.

They walk around for a while, and you just stay behind the counter, hoping they don't actually buy anything. There's only one other person working with you today and it was a newbie who you'd been training, so you busy yourself with showing her how to do stuff behind the counter. You let her ring up a few customers, showing her how to work the register, when the "lovely couple" comes up, a pile of clothes in his arms. "Hello." Your trainee greets them warmly. The man nods and the woman rolls her eyes, until they fall on you. "Hey, you're that girl with the whiny brat at the ice cream place the other day. You cost my husband ten bucks." She smirks, noticing your jaw tightening.

"Yeah, well, he was kind enough to offer, with at least one decently mannered parent your children should hopefully turn out okay." You smile, causing everyone to look at you in shock. "Excuse me, my husband is not a 'decently mannered' person. I'm way nicer than him. He's a cold hearted, selfish asshole that only cares about his job." She huffs, her lips in a tight line. 'That's bullshit. He's the kindest, most loving man I've ever met.' You think to yourself, surprised at how angry her words have made you. "Is that why you're here with someone else buying clothes to wear so no one recognizes you with another man?" She gasps at your words, placing a hand on her chest. "How dare you accuse me of infidelity! I want to speak to your manager right now! I'll get you fired and you and that stupid kid of yours will be living on the streets within a week." She cries, practically jumping over the counter. You smile politely, taking all of the clothes they picked out and putting the on the back counter.

"Ma'am, I am the manager, and I must say we don't serve snobby bitches like you, so I suggest you get the fuck out of my store, because I refuse to sell you anything." You smile, folding your hands in front of you. Her face is almost red, you're expecting steam to spill out of her ears. "Come on, darling, let's just go. We can't cause a scene, we can't have anyone noticing who you are." Her gentleman partner begs, holding onto her. You know she wants to do more, your sly smile only pressing her even further, but she spins on her heel, strutting out of the store. As soon as she leaves you sigh, rubbing your temples. "Uh, M-Miss Y/N?" Your trainee stutters. "Are we actually allowed to kick her out?" You nod, smiling. "If any customer ever gives you a hard time, like if they're super rude to you or threaten you or something like that, you are allowed to refuse service to them." You explain, and she nods in understanding.

The rest of the day goes fairly smoothly, you pick up Sooyeon from school, make dinner and help her with her homework. Once she goes to sleep, however, you groan loudly as your phone rings. "What?" You huff after reluctantly answering. "Do you mind telling me exactly what happened between between you and Jungmeyon today?" Seokjin sounded a bit irritated, setting you off. "Your wife came into my shop today and had the nerve to call my daughter a whiny brat!" You shout quietly, overwhelmed by rage but still attentive enough to not wake up Sooyeon. "Hey, she's my daughter too. Why did she say that?" He asks. "Because Sooyeon got scared and you bought her the sundae. Said we cost you ten bucks." You huff. "Oh my God. Y/N, I'm so sorry. I lost track of her a long time ago and she does this kind of stuff all the time." He sighs. "Well maybe if you paid more attention your wife wouldn't be out with other guys making trouble."

There's some silence, and you wonder if you've said too much. "What did he look like?" He asks. "Um, well, younger, but tall. Fit, but kind of baby faced. Dark hair and earrings." You explain softly. There's a hum in response yet, and you don't know why, but it makes you nervous. "So she was with Jungkook today." His voice seems darker, deeper than before. "Nowadays I can't keep up with how many guys she has. I think he's the newest one, a new employee of mine." He says calmly. Your mouth hangs open, completely in shock. "You know she cheats on you and you let her?" You ask. "Yeah. I mean, it's not like we love each other. Arranged marriages are weird, typically made to benefit the parents and further their business ventures." He explains, and you nod. "That's a sad marriage if you don't love each other." You pout. "Well, there's only one woman I've ever loved." You can practically hear the smile in his words as your heart catches in your throat.

"You don't, uh, you don't cheat, do you?" You ask. "Y/N, I'm offended." He gasps playfully, and you giggle softly. "No, I don't cheat. I've never found anyone that was really worth it, even though it wouldn't matter if I did." The trace of hurt in his voice breaks your heart, but it's at this point that you guys are just talking pretty casually, like two old friends just catching up. Then you remember what it actually is. Old lovers talking only because his wife must've complained about you.

"Seokjin..." You start, but trail off. "I miss that." He says, catching you off guard. "Miss what?" You ask. "You saying my name. Your voice, it's not much different from when we were younger. Maybe a little lower now, but it still sounds so sweet." He says, making your heart race. "Seokjin I-" "Y/N, say it, please? My nickname. Please say it." He begs, and you can feel tears stinging your eyes. "Jinnie..." You say, a small sob escaping your lips. "Ah, Y/N. I miss you." He sighs. You openly sob at this point, not caring it he hears. "Baby please, don't cry." He cooes over the phone, but you wish he was there holding you. "You can't say those things." You choke out. "You're a married man." "I may be married, but that doesn't mean I love her. I told you that. Y/N, I still love you. I've never stopped loving you." He says softly. "Someone's gonna hear you if you keep saying stuff like that." You whimper, wiping away your tears. "No one's here, darling. Please, stop crying." He begs. Try as you might, you can't stop the river of tears from flowing.

"Y/N, please, let's meet somewhere so we can talk about things. I want to see you." He says, and you shake your head. "No, Seokjin. You can't be caught with another woman. I don't care how much you miss me, being seen with me will ruin your image." You insist, much to his disapproval. "I don't care what people think of me. I want to do things that make me happy, and seeing you would make me happy. Please, darling. One date." He says. "No. We can't. I have to go. Goodbye." You say, pulling the phone away from your ear. You hear shouting from the other end, but you hang up without another word, no longer wanting to hurt yourself anymore.

"I just, I don't know what to do." You sigh, leaning back in your chair. Sooyeon plays outside as you sit in your mom's house, visiting for Sunday dinner. "I still can't believe that actually happened. I mean what's the chance of just running into each other at an ice cream shop? Sounds like some kind of fairy tale or something." Your mom chuckles, and you glare at her. "You're right, my bad. What did he actually say to you the other night?" She asks. "He said that she cheats on him all the time and he misses me and he never stopped loving me and all that kind of stuff." You click your tongue. "Did he sound sincere?" She asks.

His words ring through your head, and you nod. "Well, how do you feel about him? Have you still not seen anyone?" She asks, taking your glance at the floor as confirmation. "Y/N, he was a sweet kid. You need to take the chance, see how things go." She suggests. "Yeah but he's married! I can't see a married man!" You cry. "Sweetheart, your father was married when I met him." She sighs.

You look at her with wide eyes. You never heard anything about your father, and you turned out just fine, which is why you weren't worried about raising Sooyeon the same way. "What?" You ask, almost breathless. "Technically, your father is still married. I was young, very young, and he was older and charming. I fell for him and became his mistress, until I had you. After I became pregnant he wanted nothing to do with me. All of his words and promised were lies, but I was young and stupid and even though I shouldn't have believed them I did. You, however, you know Seokjin, and he's so sweet, I don't think he'd ever be able to lie to you. Besides, you already have a child together, it's not like he's going to toss you to the side if you get pregnant. I think it'd be a good idea to meet with him, even if it's only once. You need closure, Y/N. Going out with him should give you that."

Her words bounce around in your head, shaking up your whole world. Your father was an adulterer, and you never knew. You still don't know who your father is, but it hurts that once you came around he completely abandoned your mother. She is right though. She trusted lies, yet you know Seokjin, and you can tell he's sincere. There's no harm in at least trying, right? You nod, showing her your agreement. You both look out the window, seeing Sooyeon play with her toys. "Does she know about any of it?" Your mother asks, and you shake your head. "I don't want to tell her anything and give her hopes up. Maybe one day I will, when she's older." You reply. "I guess I'll give him a call later." You sigh. "Well hold on now. Why don't you go upstairs and talk to him now, and try to do something tonight, and Sooyeon can stay here with me for the night." Your mom suggests, and you lean over to kiss her on the cheek. "Thanks, Mom." You smile before rushing upstairs.

The phone rings a few times before he picks up. "Well, this is a surprise." He says, you hearing the smile on his lips. "I accept." You say. "Uh, what?" He asks, and you chuckle. "What you asked the other night. I accept your offer. Let's meet up." You smile. "Are you serious? That's great! Uh, when do you want to do it?" He asks excitedly. "Are you busy now?" You ask nervously. "No, no I'm not. I was just doing some paperwork but that can wait. Where are you? I'll come pick you up and we can go somewhere, wherever you want." He says, and it warms your heart how happy he sounds. "I'm at my mom's house right now. Same place. And please, text me when you get here. I have Sooyeon here and I don't want her to know right now." You sigh, and he hums. "I get it. Alright. I'll be over there soon. Thank you, Y/N. See you in a bit." He says, making you smile. "See you soon." You smile before hanging up.

You go back downstairs, nodding to your smiling mother, and she cheers. "So tonight?" She asks with the biggest smile you've seen on her in years. "Tonight." You smile and nod. "Where are you going? What are the plans?" She asks excitedly. "He said he'll pick me up and we can go wherever I want, but I think I just wanna go home. You know I'm not a very high end woman, I like simple things. We can just go home and if he hasn't eaten yet I'll cook and we can just catch up. It's not a date date, it's just, you know, catching up." You shrug, sipping your glass of water.

It's a nerve wracking wait, but eventually your phone beeps, the text saying that he's here popping up. "Okay, please, take Sooyeon upstairs and keep her distracted until I'm gone. I don't want her knowing about this." You say, standing up. Your mom nods, and as she grabs Sooyeon, bringing her upstairs after you give your daughter a kiss goodbye, you finally notice what you're wearing. You're only wearing jeans and a sweater, and you feel very underdressed, but then you remember you're only going home.

You take a deep breath, whispering words of encouragement to yourself before opening the door. Your heart practically skips a beat when you see him, dressed in a suit, leaning up against an expensive black car with the sweetest smile on his face. You smile back, hurrying to meet up with him. As you stand in front of him, looking at the face you've missed so much, you realize how much he's grown. He's gotten taller, he's matured, his cheeks no longer as puffy, his facial features finally filling out. By the way his eyes roam over you, you can tell he's thinking the same thing.

His arms reach out to you, but you only pat them, giving him a small smile. "Not here. When we get there." You say quietly, and he nods. He opens the passenger door for you, letting you climb in before closing the door and rounding over to the driver's side. As he gets in and the door is finally closed he looks over to you, smiling sweetly at you. You look so mature, even more beautiful than you were when you were younger, and he's almost speechless. "So, darling, where did you want to go?" He asks, and your breath hitches at the nickname. He said it over the phone, but now here, in person, only about a foot away from each other, it feels different. It feels completely real.

"Um, well, I'm not exactly dressed very well, so I was thinking maybe we just go back to mine? Have you eaten yet?" You ask. "Oh, uh, no, I guess not. I get so caught up in paperwork that most of the time I forget to eat." He chuckles anxiously. "Well then, we can go back to mine and I'll whip something up." You nod and he smiles, nodding back. The only words between you after that are just you telling him how to get to your house, which isn't too far away.

He follows silently as you lead him upstairs, unlocking your door and stepping in, his hand reaching past your head to hold the door open for you. You put your stuff down and look back expectantly as he looks around. "It's nice. Not too bad. You were right, you do do well on your own." He smiles, recalling your words from your first conversation. Now that you two are alone, standing in your apartment, you start to feel butterflies in your stomach as you stare at each other longingly. Your breath quickens, and everything from your past together starts rushing to you, but you bite back all of the tears and smile. This is a time to be happy, catch up, be together. "You hungry?" You smile at him.

You lead him to the kitchen, opening your cupboards to see what you have. You click your tongue while you look, and Seokjin steps behind you, his broad shoulders blocking your light. "Do you have chicken?" He asks, and you shudder. "Uh, yeah, in the uh, the fridge." You stutter. "And iceberg lettuce?" He asks, and you nod. "Well then, looks like I can make chicken katsu." He says, catching you off guard. "You make i-" You start and turn around, but stop once you realize how close he is, looming over you, practically trapping you against the counter. "Yeah, go ahead. Sit down. You seem a bit flustered, so I'm fine with cooking." He smiles warmly, and you look away as your face heats up. You nod, slipping past him quickly to sit down at the dining table to keep an eye on him, just to make sure he doesn't burn your house down.

He takes his suit jacket off, draping it over a chair before loosening his tie, taking it off as well and putting it over the jacket. You watch attentively as he unbuttons the top buttons of his shirt and rolls up his sleeves, bitting your lip as you take in the view. You hear a deep chuckle, causing you to look him in the eyes and realize, you've been caught. "You know, darling, you're not too bad yourself. Time has done wonders to you." He smiles. "Please, I don't look half as good as you." You giggle, and he laughs. "I think you look way better." You blush at his words.

Its pretty quiet after that, him concentrated on making food and you concentrated on watching him cook. "All done! Where's the plates?" He asks. You hop up, going to the cupboard and grabbing two plates. He puts the food on them and you grab the chopsticks and you both set the table together. "It smells so good." You smile, suddenly hungry again. "It tastes even better, try it." He smiles, grabbing a piece and holding it out to you. You look at him, not sure whether you should or not. It seems too flirty and he's still married. "Oh come on, Y/N, just take the bite." He sighs exasperatedly. You smile before leaning forward taking the bite as he smiles.

"Oh my God, it is good!" You gasp. "I told you! I'm not that hopeless, I know how to cook." He insists, sounding slightly offended. "Well you used to be terrible at it. You remember when you came over for my birthday and I was craving an omelet and you almost burned my mom's kitchen down?" You smile and he laughs. "That wasn't my fault!" He cried, making you laugh even harder. "You spilled the egg right on the burner and put way too much salt!" You shout, almost choking in your food.

Once you finish your food you put the dishes in the sink and grab a wine bottle and glasses before leading him to the living room. You drink wine and catch up, talking about family stuff and things like that. You tell him about Sooyeon and he tells you about his family life, how his wife has cheated on him since the beginning and how only one of the children, who you found out are twins, is his. Apparently she had sex with a guy and was afraid she was going to get pregnant, so she went home the same day and begged Seokjin for a child, to which he agreed only because of his agreement with his father that he must have one child of his own to take over the company eventually, and she ended up having twins with two different fathers. His life sounded awful and exhausting, but yours wasn't exactly much better.

"What is she like? Like what kind of things is she into?" He asks, referring to Sooyeon. You get up, motioning for him to follow you. You lead him to Sooyeon's room and flick on the light, a small gasp escaping his lips as he looks around. The walls are pink, there's a lot of stuffed animals, and luckily due to you asking her to clean her room earlier, it's all nice and neat, all her books and clothes put away. "It's adorable." He smiles. "She really likes pink? And stuffed animals?" You nod, and he seems so happy. "I can't believe this. I've always wanted a little girl." Your heart warms at his giddiness. "Well, you've had a little girl for ten years, Seokjin." You point out, and you can hear him gulp.

"Y/N," He says, grabbing you gently and turning you to face him. "I'm so sorry that I left. Please believe me when I say that I tried everything to come back to you, but my father locked me in the house until he found a girl for me to marry. I wanted to be there so bad but I was basically married immediately and of course, once I was married I took over the company and I couldn't come back. The most I could do was send those checks every month." He explains. You look away, not wanting to look at him in fear that you'd cry. "You could've done more. You could've tried to find me or call me or something and not miss the first ten years of our daughter's life." You whisper. "I know. Y/N, I know I messed up, but I'm here now so please, let me do what I can." He begs.

His hands cup your cheeks, making you look up at him, his eyes full of promise and hope. He starts to lean into you slowly, but before he can kiss you, you turn away, his lips connecting with your cheek. "We can't. You're still married." You remind him. "Can you stop saying that? Yes, legally I'm married, but it's not a love marriage. It's an arranged marriage. I don't love her." He says, but you just shake your head. "Y/N, I love you. I don't love her. You're the only woman I ever have loved and ever will love. I loved you before and it's only grown with time. Now we're here, together, and I still love you more than anything in the world." His words stir something inside of you, and before you know it, tears are falling down your cheeks.

"No, please, darling, don't cry." He cooes, wiping your tears with his thumbs. "I still love you too." You whimper, looking up at him. His mouth is hung open, reminding you of when he first saw you at the ice cream shop, but this time his eyes look watery. This time when he leans in, you let him, and it feels as if electricity runs through you as your lips touch. You sigh into the kiss, giving in as his lips move against yours. His thumbs caress your cheeks as he steps forward, slowly backing you into the wall. His body pressed against yours, your arms wrapping around his neck to pull him closer. Feeling him so close to you again, the same lips that you've been longing for against yours, your fingers tangle in his soft hair, gently tugging to make sure this is all real, and as a soft moan comes from him, you can feel yourself get lost in it all.

You squeal as his leg slides in between yours, his thigh brushing up against your clothed center. Your noise startles him, making him pull back. "Are you okay?" He asks, and you nod. "S-Sorry, just, kinda, uh, sensitive?" You stutter, making him smile. "Why's that, darling?" He whispers, brushing your hair out of your face. "Well, to be honest, I uh, haven't actually, been with anyone since, you." You admit, turning your head in embarrassment. "Really? Oh, Y/N." He sighs, pulling you back into a kiss. It's more passionate this time, his tongue flicking against your bottom lip to ask for entrance. You gladly accept, moaning into his mouth as his hands leave your face, trailing down your body to wrap around your waist.

His kisses trail down to your neck and he pulls you closer to him, your chest flushed against his. You gasp as he gently pulls your hips closer, gliding against his thigh. You moan softly, holding onto him as your hips start to move on their own, chasing any friction they can find. He grunts, apparently impatient and needy as he grips the back of your thighs. You hop up, wrapping your legs around his waist. You start to place soft kisses on his neck as he seeks out your room. He finally does, carrying you to the bed and laying you down. His body presses down against yours, pushing you into the mattress.

In a fury of hot kisses and clothes flying around, you both were quickly undressed, forgetting about everything else in the world and focusing only on each other. Seokjin sits back, taking in the sight of you laying beneath him, completely bare, and you admire his broad shoulders and toned torso, especially his stiffening cock. "Oh my God, Y/N, you're more beautiful than I remembered. Time really has been good to you." He says, licking his lips. "I can say the same about you." You smile, biting your bottom lip. He grips under your knees, bring them to rest by his hips as he leans forward, peppering your collarbone with soft kisses, tracing down to your breasts. You whimper as he takes one of your pert nipples into his mouth, his soft fingers tweaking the other. He sucks and flicks his tongue against it before switching to the other one, giving it the same treatment.

He falls next to you, leaning on his elbow as he catches your lips with his once more, his other hand trailing down your body to your lower abdomen, sending goosebumps over your body. "Darling, you said you haven't been with anyone since me, so tell me, what have you done to get release until now?" He asks softly, his hand lowering and cupping your heat. "I-I uh, I just have um, a little uh, quiet vibrator." You stutter. "Really now? So you haven't actually had anything in you for a while, is that right, Princess?" He asks. The nickname catches you off guard. He's never ever called you that, and it turns you on to no end, and by your squirming, he can tell. "You like the sound of that, Y/N? You like it when I call you Princess?" He cooes, and you nod.

"Well then, my Princess, seeing as you haven't had anything in you in ten years, I think it's time you get some relief, don't you think?" He asks. Before you can even answer his finger glides across your slit, burying in you as you gasp. "You're so wet for me, Princess. So sensitive. I've been waiting so long to feel you again." He says while placing kisses all over your face and neck. He adds a second finger, making you moan from the stretch. It felt so foreign to you, being something you haven't felt in a long time, but it was good. "J-Jinnie please." You whimper, your hips shifting on their own, trying to chase his fingers whenever they pull out of you. "What is it, Princess? What do you want?" He asks, his tongue licking up from your collarbone up to the back of your ear. "I want you. Please." You beg.

"I want you too, darling. So bad. You know, I'd really love to take my time and feel you, stretch you out with my fingers, taste you, make you cum over and over again, but I don't think I can hold back any longer. I have to have you now, Princess. You don't have any uh, protection, do you?" He asks. You haven't even thought about that. "No, I don't." You pout. After a moment of thinking he takes his fingers out of you, popping them into his mouth and savoring the taste before climbing on top of you. "Oh well, we already have one kid together, why not another?" He smiles. You playfully slap his chest with a gasp. "Ok, ok, if you want I can buy you some plan b or something in the morning if you really don't want to have my baby again, but I don't think it's such a bad idea." He smirks. "We'll talk about it later just please," you whimper, running your hands along his sides, causing him to shiver "make love to me now. Please Jinnie I need you." He sighs longingly at your words, cupping your cheek as he kisses you softly. "I will never, ever, say no to that." He smiles before gripping his member, guiding it to your entrance.

You let out a simultaneous moan as he pushes into you, your arms wrapping around his shoulders as his head falls into the crook of your neck. "Oh my God." He exhales, his warm breath fanning over you. It's a stretch, a lot different from when you were stupid kids messing around. This seems more real to you. It's not just kids sneaking around young, dumb, and in love. You're both adults now, matured and grown, and it feels so much different, but it's incredible. You lay there, still, soaking in the feeling of him in you, the love you feel, and the warmth his body is radiating.

"Hey." He whispers, cupping your cheek and looking you in the eye. "You okay? Do you hurt or anything?" He asks, and you shake your head. "Good. You're just, so, fucking tight that I was worried it was hurting you. Damn, it feels like the first time." He smiles, his hand stroking along the side of your thigh. "I-I think it's good. Move. Please move." You beg, moving your hips against him. He groans, biting his lip. "Whatever you want, Princess. I promise, you can always have whatever you want with me." He smiles, kissing you as he pulls out, just to grind back in. He gives you slow, deep thrusts, grinding sensually against you as you hold him tight, his hands caressing over your entire body as his lips swallow your moans, as if he's trying to memorize every inch of your body. His cock stretches your walls deliciously, just the right amount so it doesn't hurt.

"You feel so good, Princess. God, I've missed you so much." He sighs, his own soft, needy moans tumbling from his lips. "I've missed you too, Jinnie. I love you so much." You whimper, a tear escaping and rolling down the side of your face. He stops moving, wiping your tear and kissing your cheeks. "Hey hey hey, sh, it's okay, darling. I'm here now, and I'm not going anywhere. I'm not gonna leave my girls again." He cooes. "But, after this, you'll have to go back to her." Your bottom lip quivers, and he smiles sadly. "Only for a little bit. Y/N, I never wanted to be with her. I've only ever wanted to be with you. I'll go back, but only to hand her divorce papers once I get them from my lawyer." He says, and you gasp. "S-Seokjin are you-" "I'm serious, darling. I love you. I want to be with you." He nods, and you smile, hugging him tightly.

"Does this mean I can move now? I was kinda close before talking and now I really wanna finish and make you mine again." He chuckles and you laugh. "Yes, please. Please move. I'd like to finish and go take a shower, you're sweating all over me." You giggle. "Your wish is my command, darling." He smiles. He shifts, angling your hips up towards him as you laugh. "What are you, a geni-OH!" You cry out as he slams into you, surprising you as his tip brushes your g-spot. "Right there?" He asks with a smirk. You whine, nodding frantically as you grip onto his biceps. "Perfect." He smiles before thrusting again.

It's not as slow and loving as before, but his deep, calculated thrusts have him hitting you in the right places each time, driving you crazy. Your nails dig small crescents into his bicep as his fingers grip the sheets by your head. Moans, grunts, and whines all bounce off your walls, both of you completely lost in the pleasure his thrusts are providing. "Mm, Seok-jin, I'm g-getting-" "I know, Princess. Me too." He groans. He brings his hand lower, his thumb tracing circles into your neglected bud. Your legs tremble around his waist as you come undone, your walls squeezing around him. "Ooh fffffuuuu-" He groans, his arms shaking as he releases into you, his body falling on top of you as he finishes.

You catch your breath as his hand soothingly caresses your side, his plump lips presses small kisses into your neck and shoulder. "Are you okay?" He whispers, and you nod. "Good. That was so good, baby. So good. You're so good for me. I can't wait to really take my time with you." He hums, making you smile. He finally pulls out of you, making you whimper from the loss of warmth and the sensation of cum trickling out of your hole. He lays down next to you, you turning to rest your head on his shoulder his arm slides under you, your leg resting atop of his. "So, you uh, you weren't just saying that you'd divorce her so I'd go through with this, right?" You ask nervously. A playful gasp escapes his lips, slightly scaring you. "Now Y/N, do you really think I'm the type of man to lie to get a girl to sleep with me? I haven't had sex in six years because I don't do that."

"So, you mean it? You're really gonna divorce her?" You ask. He nods, smiling as you hug him tightly out of excitement. "I meant it when I said I'm not leaving my girls again. I want to be here for you and Sooyeon and make up for lost time. I know I've been a terrible father and I want to make it up to her and give her everything her little heart wants while making sure that she and her mommy are loved very much." He says, placing a kiss on you forehead. "Thank you, Seokjin. I just hope it's not too difficult to get done." You sigh. "What, the divorce or loving my girls?" He asks. "Both. I don't know how divorces work and it's an arranged marriage so I really have no clue and Sooyeon, I don't know how she'll handle it." You reply. "Well, we'll figure it out. I promise, everything is going to work out just fine.

~2 Years Later~

Seokjin was right. Everything did work out. The divorce was longer than you expected, but it ended up with his father being pissed, which made you happy. Even though one of the kids was his, since they were still twins they didn't want to be separated, so they went with their mom, Seokjin's child coming to stay with him every other weekend.

As for you, you were happily living with Seokjin in a large penthouse with your daughter. You were relieved at how easily she caught on to things, being much more mature for her age than you thought. Seokjin had easily won her over, giving her a huge room to herself decorated however she wanted with everything she could dream of, exactly as he promised. You and Seokjin were doing very well too, still seemingly in the honeymoon phase even two years into your more mature relationship. Additionally, you were expecting a new bundle of joy in just a few months, a nursery already set up and decorated, ready for baby number two.

Even with all the changes, you still kept your tradition with Sooyeon, and today was Friday, which meant she got to pick something fun for your little family to do. Luckily, even though she was in her preteen phase, she wasn't moody and against family time, so she picked to go to the carnival that was in town. It had been an amazing night, even though you couldn't ride any of the rides. You walk hand in hand with Seokjin while Sooyeon happily lead you around the fairgrounds. She stopped in front of the ferris wheel, an excited smile spreading on her face as she looks up. "Dad! Dad!" She cries, turning to smile at him. "You wanna go on there, sweetheart?" He asks her, but she shakes her head. She runs over to him, making him lean down so she can whisper in his ear.

"Ah. That's perfect. Good eye, kiddo." He smiles, patting her shoulder. You cock an eyebrow at them when Seokjin lets go of your hand, turning to face you. "You know, the perfect place to do this would be at the top of there," he says, pointing to the top of the ferris wheel, "but, in your condition we can't take that chance, and I can't wait any longer, so down here will have to do." He smiles, and you tilt your head in confusion. "Y/N, you are the only woman that I have ever truly loved, well, except for this beautiful girl here. I love her too." He smiles, pulling Sooyeon to his side as she hugs him. "Anyways, I knew from the moment that I saw you in that hallway in school so many years ago that you were the one for me. I've always wanted to make you mine truly, and I really hope that you want to be mine."

He grabs your hands, giving them a squeeze and smiling as he looks down at you. "I want to make you happy for the rest of our lives, and take care of our family and be the best father, and husband, that I can be." You gasp as he drops down on his knee, pulling a small box out of his pocket, opening it and smiling up at you. "Y/N, please, will you marry me?" He asks. You sob, completely shocked. You look between him and Sooyeon, whose standing behind him and smiling expectantly. "Y-Yes! Oh my God yes!" You cry, tears rolling down your cheeks. "Yes? Yes!" He shouts, jumping up to hug you tightly. Sooyeon joins in on the hug, you and Seokjin parting enough for her to slip in.

You pull away, wiping your tears with one hand as Seokjin takes the other, sliding the ring onto your finger. It's absolutely beautiful, and you honestly couldn't be happier. This felt like the actual start of your life together, being together as one, which is everything you've ever dreamed of.

[cerezababy]

Hey, I've been super self-concious lately and need some chocobro love. I'm a really smol person who is deceptively strong for my size and I feel like sometimes it gets intimidating and makes me unattractive, so I was wondering how the chocobros (specifically Prompto) would react if they found out how strong their crush or S/O is despite their size

I’m sorry you’re not feeling yourself, babe! Smol strong babes are still babes! Here’s some Chocobro lovin’ for ya. Hope it makes you feel better!

Prompto: 

Probably finds out about it when he’s trying to impress you and shows off but fails and you end up catching him before he falls

Your embrace is tighter than you meant it to be but you couldn’t help it

Propmto comments that he can’t breathe and you apologize

You didn’t want to talk about what happened but after a while he convinces you to tell him why you’re upset

Prom knows what it’s like to not love your body for what it is so he’s super supportive

From there on out, he likes exploring just how strong you are

He loves training with you

Will absolutely show off your strength to the other bros

“Hey guys, check this out!” *continues to show off your strength and embarrass you* Only because he loves you and wants you to know that being strong and small isn’t a bad thing

Absolutely adores your hugs and cuddles

Is always reminding you how cute you are and that he loves you

Wants you to feel comfortable in your own skin

Will go out of is way to make you feel good about yourself

Nothing makes him happier than when he sees you starting to accept yourself 

Gladio:

He loves how short you are in comparison to him

Finds out you’re strong when he makes a comment about you being smol and you smack his arm

“That actually kinda hurt, short stuff.”

Teases you about sparring with him until you actually do it

You can totally hold your own against him

Always asks you to spar when you aren’t busy

Arm wrestling? You bet!

Gladio secretly loves that you are strong so he doesn’t have to worry about you when he’s away

Makes little comments about it to his friends to boast about how proud he is to have you as his S/O

Ignis:

Ignis is sneaky about having found out you’re strong

He knows you’re insecure about it so he doesn’t comment on it

Will slyly comment on others not messing with you

Gladio probably says something to tease you and Iggy retorts with “I wouldn’t make them mad if I were you.”

Loves feeling you grip is hands through his gloves

Will cook your favourite meal for you when you are feeling extra self conscious

Noct:

Is super oblivious to your strength at first

Sleepy boy doesn’t pay attention

Finds himself always asking you to open jars for him

“Hey could you open this?” literally all the time

Finally realizes when you grab his arm to prevent him from bumping into something

He really should pay attention

Doesn’t mind that you’re so strong. In fact, he loves it.

Too stubborn to admit that he’s jealous of you

Will start to show off his strength to impress you

When he notices you are uncomfortable, he will go out of his way to convince you that he thinks you’re cool

Such a spaz

Like Prompto, your happiness is so important to him

[nui-the-super-lesbian]

I'm not sure how you feel about this, but I've always felt that the "default" Love Live ships (KotoUmi, NicoMaki, RinPana, NozoEli, TsubaHono) are all dreadfully boring. They kind of seem to ignore the character's strengths and weaknesses in favor of "oh they share a lot of scenes together". I'm curious what you think about it?

Ok Im gonna put this under a cut because I think it might be controversial and this was way longer than I was intending it to be, sorry lol. Also I hope this answers your question because this is kind of a stupid opinionated rant. 

Edit: Also I forgot to mention TsubaHono, but that’s just because I literally do not give a flying fuck about the A-RISE girls. 

I actually don’t mind them too much, save for RinPana, that’s boring as shit. But NicoMaki is the only one I actually like, because I think their dynamic is kinda cute (Although NozoNico does it better imo). But the rest of them are pretty damn boring, but that’s more because it’s over saturated. Like, there’s so much fuckin’ KotoUmi and NozoEli shit out there, and all the really long ass fics people seem to write are all centered around those ships. Granted, there are some good fics, but none of them really pop and they all feel derivative of one another. However, I will say that I don’t like KotoUmi very much, since I think that both of them can do better and they just make a boring couple. But not as boring as EliUmi or UmiMaki. Or MakiEli. Actually, all the solge member ships kinda suck imo. But that’s just because they’re overrated entirely but that’s just me. But in terms of main ships, yes, I do think they’re boring and overdone, and something different would be very much appreciated. 

Like, why isn’t there more NozoMaki, or HonoUmi or something different. I dunno I just want something to break up the monotony, as well as something fun that isn’t full of angst or is just stupid. Although I guess I should just write my own if that’s what I want so yeah I should probably get on that. 

But that’s my thoughts on muse, really, and while I do have some issues, nothing really gets my hate boner stiff and standing at attention. Aqours, however, is a different story entirely, and I ironically have more to say about them despite liking them less. Like, KanaMari is absolute fucking garbage, same with KanaDia or DiaMari. Like, I know the third years are childhood friends and all, but they’re all just so fucking BOOOORING together! Hell, the third years are just so fucking lame in general, like none of them really stand out to me, they’re all just really mature and shit. Which is shit compared to the muse third years because Nico balanced things out with them, and it made her interactions with Nozomi and Eli genuinely funny because she had boob envy and it was just really fun to see Nozomi fuck with her. With the third years in Aqours it’s just dumb fucking drama with Mari just being a fucking spaz and Dia and Kanan putting up with her bullshit. And Mari’s groping just sucks, although I’m told it’s not as bad as I think it is because Kanan and Dia never tell Mari to stop, but that’s bullshit because the trope is just dumb in general and it’s just there for titillation’s sake. 

Anywho RubyMaru is just a snoozefest, but that’s mainly due to Ruby being about as interesting or entertaining as a bowl of moldy porridge that’s also full of seven month old dog shit. Which is the actual reason I don’t like KanaRuby, not because of size kink, so yeah, that’s cleared up now I guess. ChikaRiko I can forgive because I actually kinda liked their interactions in the anime, but it lacks sex appeal so it ain’t really got much backing from me. That and Chika’s design is terrible, so you’ve got that too. Youshiko, however, is my fucking jam and I need more of that shit because I think they’re adorable together.  

The ships I do like, however, are the fandom ones that have become popular thanks to a certain someone I know, like YoshiRiko, and DiaMaru (Although I’d love to see more of Dia being goofy instead of a serious strict dom all the time). 

In terms of other ships, YouMari is ironically one of my favorite You ships, but that’s just because I think she can balance out all of the things I hate about Mari AND she won’t put up with her shit. KanaYou is one I like too, but that’s just because abs and the thought of Kanan tripping on You’s knee is something I think is pretty hot, not gonna lie. Although everything outside of those kinda sucks. Like ChikaYouRiko, I fucking hate that shit. But that’s just because I can’t look at that ship without thinking of pregnancy, futa, and DD/LG or whatever the fuck that’s called (sorry seb).

But yeah, that’s my thoughts on ships n stuff. This got way more opinionated than I thought it would, but yeah, that’s how I feel about a lot of this stuff.