#they ask you how you are and you just have to say you’re fine when you’re not really fine

[chastiefoul]

how they'd react when you wanted to sleep on the couch... just because.

fluff. light-hearted ft. gojo, nanami, sukuna, suguru, toji, choso

satoru

“baby scooch over.” a whispered voice along with a gentle nudge on the shoulder woke you from your dozed off state. “hmm?” you mumbled out, blinking your terribly heavy lids open although to no avail they’re begging to keep themselves shut. satoru glanced at you with a frown on his eyes with a pillow held close to his body. “scooch over baby,” he pleaded, kneeling beside the couch you’re currently lying on.

“go back to bed toru,” you said softly, tugging your blanket closer. “but you’re not there,” he whined, intertwining his hand with yours as he attacked it with kisses, not letting you go back to sleep, especially if it’s without him. “i thought you said you’re going to be fine?” you asked, jogging the memory of him being all smug while saying you could do whatever you wanted. “that was not me, i would never say that,” he said promptly and goodness you didn’t know before someone’s lips could turned that much downward. you chuckled breathily, knowing this will happen sooner or later.

you scooted over on the big couch, leaving him the space he’d been begging for. you could have sworn you heard a squeal before you’re wrapped in satoru’s warm hold, his head resting snugly atop of yours. “no sleeping on here anymore. not without me,” he said into your hair, kissing it softly.

❀

nanami

“but why, love?” he asked, having a hard time comprehending your wish to sleep alone on the living room only because... you randomly wanted to? you chuckled looking at his bewildered face, an expression of someone who’s probably racking his brain upside down thinking that he’s done something wrong. “ken, i promise it’s just because i feel like it and no reason other than that.” you cupped his face, planting a soft kiss on his nose.

nanami looked a little relieved, albeit sullen, hesitant in asking whether he could invite himself in or you wanted a little time for yourself. and when it’s finally time to sleep it’s becoming more obvious that your lover wasn’t going to make it easy for you.

“need any more blanket honey?” he asked tapping the head of the couch as he stood there a tad nervous, knowing full well you got everything you needed since he insisted to be the one to prepare it. pillows, blanket, a hot drink, he’s got it all for you. “i’m perfect here, ken. you can go to bed,” you said with a reassuring smile, yet it did the opposite effect to the man.

“can i be here until you sleep, my love? it’s just that i feel like i wouldn’t be able to rest properly until i see you do the same.” he stroke your cheek softly with his thumb, and when you leaned into his touch he knew he’s gone for you. that there’s no way he could be asleep if he went back to the bedroom in that moment—unless you’re with him, of course. though, he didn’t say this, he just continued combing through your strands of hair, loving the peaceful expression on your face.

and unfortunately for the blond man, when it comes to these things his thoughts were written all over his face. you already caught on the fact that he wanted to lie down with you there yet his wish in prioritizing your wants refrained him from speaking his. you laughed a little, feeling a burst of fondness towards the tall man.

“on a second thought, can you sleep here with me ken?” he moved as quick as the sentence ended, already making his way under the blanket. he sneaked a hand around your waist, pressing your body closer against him. “i was kind of hoping you’d ask,” he mumbled, slightly embarrassed. you snuggled closer to his chest, feeling utmost comfort as he rubbed your back gently.

“i know.”

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sukuna

not even ten minutes in trying to sleep on the said couch, sukuna had already carried you back towards your shared bedroom.

“but-“

“no.”

he put you on the bed gently, then he draped a blanket over as he tucked you in. sukuna has that look of a man who’s determined in keeping you there, and you already knew it’s a fight you could not win thus, you turned for another plan instead: pouting.

even until he got beside you as he rested his big hand on your stomach, you refused to look at him, crossing your hands in front of your chest. he sighed, “give me one good reason i should let you sleep out there,” he said exasperatedly. “cause i want some me time?” you claimed. even you weren’t sure why you’re battling him so hard on this.

“then have it here in this bed with me. you’ll get all cold later and cling to me later anyways. i’m just speeding up the process.” he replied, already closing his eyes.

“what a strange way of saying you couldn’t sleep without me,” you said, with a grin on your face. the feeling of his thumb moving against your skin brought you immense comfort, your impulsive plan long forgotten.

“if you already knew that then quit making it harder for me, brat.”

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toji

he stared at you who’s already making yourself comfortable on the couch, amused. “looking cozy there,” he said with a grin, a face of someone who’s up to no good. “yeah, it’s actually not ba-“ the sentence was cut off was your own squeal, toji had picked you up as he took your lying down position and put you top of him.

“you could’ve just asked first!” you fumed, hitting his bicep—which did more to you and it did him, how could one even get their muscle to be as hard as that? he just chuckled in response, putting a hand around your waist. “sorry doll, got too excited,” he said lazily, already seemed all happy, like he had all he needed.

and he did, with you close to him resting your head on his chest, knowing that you loved counting his heartbeat. the man was truly content.

“we really should get a bigger couch,” you mumbled. we should get everything you wanted, toji thought. but it’d be a bit much to say in the moment so instead he just continued rubbing your sides until you dozed off, plunging into the dream land.

“sleep.”

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suguru

“whatcha got there baby?” he asked, an easy smile on his face. there’s really no day with you where you didn’t make him tilt his head questioningly. “’m going to sleep here tonight,” you said, fluffing the pillow before lying down on it comfortably.

“okay, where’s mine then?”

“your what?”

“my pillow. you didn’t bring mine along yours?”

“oh well i just thought you’d want to sleep in the bed anyway?” you replied, and suguru looked like you just insulted him deeply. the couch dipped, he then lied down beside you on the same pillow, making him extra close as he embraced you. “i sleep where you sleep baby, you make me this way. i can no longer rest when i don’t get to hold you close like this,” he said softly, tucking your hair behind your ear.

you have a big smile on your face as he said this, inhaling his familiar scent as you put your arms around him. “that better not be a complaint,” you said, cuddling closer to the man.

“never.” he kissed your temple.

❀

choso

it seriously look like it killed him when he had to walk away from the room, leaving you to sleep by yourself on the couch. his steps were excruciatingly slow, taking as much time as he could in case you changed your mind.

“cho?” you almost laughed looking at the way he perked up, a hopeful expression on his face. “can you turn off the light on your way?” and it almost felt too cruel the way the sparkle on his eyes dimmed, his shoulders beyond slumped. he then practically had to drag his own feet before letting out a small nod.

you chuckled, couldn’t keep up with the teasing anymore. “i’m kidding baby, do you wanna get in here?” you lifted up the blanket, patting the empty space next to you. it was the fastest you’ve ever seen him, as he’s beside you in no time.

he clinged to you tightly, like he’s making sure as much of his skin made contact with yours, a satisfied smile on his face. his hair tickled your neck nicely, as you traced the area below his eye with back of your finger.

“next time you want something just ask, cho.”

[little-jana]

"She Said No"

Pairing: Spencer Reid x f!reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: jealous Spencer, a guy flirting with reader, kissing

Words: 1.5k

Summary: After a case, a guy starts flirting with the reader. Spencer doesn't like that at all.

The bar was crowded, buzzing with music and voices overlapping in a chaotic harmony. The team had chosen this place to unwind after a long case, and though it wasn’t my scene, I didn’t want to be the only one to say no. I figured a couple of hours with a fruity drink and good company couldn’t hurt.

I stuck close to the bar while the others scattered—Garcia dragged Morgan to the dance floor, JJ and Will found a quieter corner to chat, and Emily and Rossi were already laughing over glasses of whiskey. Spencer was somewhere, probably lost in thought or nursing a single beer, but I couldn’t spot him right away.

I was halfway through my drink when a man slid into the seat beside me. I didn’t notice him at first, too busy scanning the room, but his voice broke through the noise.

“Looks like you’re flying solo tonight.”

I glanced at him, startled by his sudden proximity. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and wore an expensive suit that clashed with the casual vibe of the bar. His confidence was palpable, his smile overly polished.

“Not exactly,” I replied politely, lifting my drink. “I’m here with friends.”

“Friends?” he asked, leaning closer. “So, not a boyfriend?”

I frowned, my grip tightening around my glass. “No, just friends.”

“Good,” he said with a grin. “That makes this easier.”

I blinked, caught off guard. “Excuse me?”

He gestured to the bartender to get me another drink, ignoring the confused look on my face. “You looked like you needed some company. A guy like me can’t let a girl like you sit here all alone.”

My polite smile faltered. “I’m fine, really. But thanks.”

“Come on,” he said, undeterred. “It’s just a drink.”

I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could, a familiar voice cut through the tension.

“She said no.”

I turned, surprised to find Spencer standing just behind me. His hands were shoved into his pockets, but the tightness in his jaw and the sharpness in his eyes told a different story.

The man raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “And who are you?”

“I’m her friend,” Spencer replied evenly. His voice wasn’t loud, but it carried a weight that made the man pause. “And she’s not interested.”

“Friend, huh?” the man said, smirking. “Doesn’t seem like you’re her type.”

Spencer didn’t react to the jab, his expression calm but unyielding. “She already gave you her answer. I suggest you walk away.”

The man chuckled, shaking his head. “Whatever, man. Good luck.”

He turned and disappeared into the crowd, leaving me standing there, my heart racing.

“You didn’t have to do that,” I said, glancing up at Spencer.

“Yes, I did,” he said, his gaze still fixed on where the man had walked off. “He wasn’t listening to you.”

“I had it under control,” I insisted, though my voice lacked conviction.

Spencer turned to me then, his hazel eyes softening. “I know you did. But he had no right to put you in that position.”

There was something in his tone that made my breath catch. It wasn’t just protective—it was possessive in a way I’d never seen from Spencer before.

“Why does it bother you so much?” I asked, my voice quieter now.

He hesitated, his eyes darting away. “It doesn’t.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Really? Because it seemed like it did.”

His jaw tightened, and he let out a quiet sigh. “I didn’t like the way he was looking at you,” he admitted. “Like you were… something to win.”

My heart fluttered, and I took a step closer to him without thinking. “And how do you look at me?”

He blinked, caught off guard by the question. For a moment, he didn’t say anything. Then, finally, he sighed.

“Like someone I don’t deserve,” he said softly.

My breath caught, and I felt my cheeks flush. “Spencer…”

“You don’t have to say anything,” he said quickly, shaking his head. “I just… I couldn’t stand there and watch him treat you like that. I couldn’t.”

The words hung between us, heavy and charged. I didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to process the warmth spreading through my chest.

Before I could respond, Morgan’s voice broke the silence. “Hey, Pretty Boy, you good?”

We turned to find the rest of the team watching us, their curiosity evident. Morgan raised an eyebrow, clearly picking up on the tension.

“Yeah,” Spencer said quickly, stepping back. “We’re fine.”

Morgan didn’t look convinced, but he let it go, turning back to the others.

When we were alone again, I turned to Spencer, my heart still racing. “Thank you,” I said softly.

“You don’t have to thank me,” he replied, his voice quiet.

“I know,” I said, smiling. “But I want to.”

He smiled back, that shy, boyish smile that always made my heart ache.

“Can I walk you out?” he asked.

I nodded, and as we stepped out into the cool night air, I couldn’t help but feel like something had shifted between us—something I wasn’t ready to let go of.

As Spencer and I stepped into the crisp night air, the hum of the bar faded behind us, replaced by the distant sounds of the city. The cool breeze brushed against my skin, sending a slight shiver through me, but it wasn’t just the cold that made my chest feel tight. Spencer walked beside me, his hands tucked into his pockets, his head slightly bowed. There was a quiet tension between us, a palpable shift that neither of us had dared to fully acknowledge.

“Spencer,” I said softly, breaking the silence.

He glanced at me, his hazel eyes warm but uncertain. “Yeah?”

“I meant what I said earlier. Thank you.” I stopped walking, turning to face him. “Not just for stepping in tonight, but… for always looking out for me.”

He stopped too, his gaze locking with mine. “You don’t have to thank me for that,” he said, his voice low. “I’d do it a hundred times over.”

The sincerity in his words sent a wave of warmth through me, and for a moment, I forgot about the chill in the air. “You mean that?”

“Of course I do.” His voice was steady, but his expression softened, as if he were letting a part of himself show that he usually kept hidden. “You mean… so much to me.”

My breath caught in my throat. He’d always been careful with his words, always measured. But there was nothing calculated about the way he was looking at me now, like he was on the edge of saying something that could change everything.

“You mean a lot to me too, Spencer,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

He smiled, that shy, vulnerable smile that made my heart ache. “You know, I’m not… the best at expressing how I feel. But tonight, when that guy wouldn’t leave you alone…” He paused, running a hand through his hair, clearly searching for the right words. “It made me realize I can’t keep pretending I don’t feel this way about you. I can’t keep pretending I don’t—”

“Spencer,” I interrupted gently, stepping closer to him.

He froze, his eyes searching mine. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to make this awkward or ruin anything, but I—”

“You’re not ruining anything,” I said, cutting him off again. “I promise.”

He blinked, his mouth opening and closing as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words.

So, I took the leap for both of us. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted you to say something like this?” I asked, my cheeks warming as I admitted it out loud.

His eyes widened slightly. “You have?”

I nodded, a soft laugh escaping me. “You’re kind of oblivious, you know that?”

A small, embarrassed smile tugged at his lips. “I’ve been told that before.”

I stepped even closer, so close that I could feel the warmth radiating from him. “You don’t have to be afraid, Spencer. I feel the same way.”

The tension between us seemed to shift then, no longer heavy with uncertainty but something lighter, warmer, filled with hope. He let out a breath he must have been holding, and his shoulders relaxed slightly.

“Can I—” He hesitated, his voice trailing off.

“Yes,” I said softly, not needing him to finish the question.

He didn’t move right away, his eyes scanning my face as if committing every detail to memory. Then, slowly, he reached out, his hand brushing against my cheek. His touch was gentle, almost hesitant, but it sent a shiver down my spine.

And then he kissed me.

It was soft at first, tentative, like he was still afraid of crossing a line. But as I leaned into him, threading my fingers through his hair, the kiss deepened. There was something intoxicating about the way he kissed—equal parts tender and desperate, like he’d been waiting for this moment just as long as I had.

When we finally pulled apart, we were both breathless, our foreheads resting against each other. His hand was still on my cheek, his thumb brushing lightly against my skin.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

I smiled, my heart swelling at the vulnerability in his words. “You don’t have to do anything, Spencer. You’re enough just as you are.”

His eyes searched mine, and for the first time, I saw something in them I’d never noticed before—hope.

“I don’t want this to change anything,” he said quietly. “I don’t want to lose what we have.”

“You’re not going to lose me,” I promised, my voice steady. “This just makes what we have even better.”

He smiled then, a genuine, unguarded smile that made my chest feel warm. “I don’t know how I got so lucky.”

I laughed softly, brushing a strand of hair out of his face. “I think I’m the lucky one.”

We stood there for a while, wrapped in the quiet of the night and the warmth of each other. The world around us seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of us in this perfect, fragile moment.

And for the first time in what felt like forever, I wasn’t afraid of what came next.

[hanasnx]

PANTY-STEALING — clark kent.

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ WARNINGS: fem reader ノ what it says on the tin, panty stealing ノ voyeurism ノ inappropriate thoughts about reader ノ sexual content.

When you start staying with CLARK KENT, he offers up his bedroom so you have a comfortable place to sleep and some privacy. He doesn’t mind taking the couch, but you insist there’s no need. Sleeping arrangements have yet to be confirmed, so he still treats his bedroom as his own. Heavy boots creak the stairs as he climbs up until another sound drifts into his ears: the faucet of the shower, the water hitting tile, and lofty singing. Clark swallows. He enters his bedroom, intent to gather his essentials so you can be left undisturbed in his bathroom. He didn’t anticipate that the door would be ajar, your song grown in volume as light from that room spills into his. Respectfully, he averts his eyes in case he sees something he shouldn’t. The shower curtain is too sheer, and the last thing he needs is the outline of your figure burned into his retinas.

A warmth blooms in his chest, and his heart rate picks up at the sudden realization how untidy his bedroom is. You’d invited yourself in here without notice—you’d insisted everything was fine and didn’t give him time to clean. Hastily, he snatches up old clothes from around. Some that hang over his bed frame and piles on the floor, and he glances at the open slit of the bathroom to check you’re still occupied. Hopefully you can’t hear him rifling around while you’re… naked. That warmth cooks into a heat, and he breaks out in a sweat. The laundry in his arms need to go somewhere, so he brings them to his hamper, but he stops in his tracks.

A glimpse of pink flushes his cheeks a similar shade. His arms drop, clothes falling to the floor at his feet as his eyes glue to the garment in his laundry basket. Cautiously, he stoops, and a single finger slots in a fabric leg-hole, lifting it from its crumpled place like it’s radioactive. A perfect pair of lacy panties hangs pitifully from his long index. It’s something out of a movie. He clenches his jaw, blinking hard at it as if it can’t be real, furrowing his brows at the sight like it’ll disappear in thin air at any moment. Not only are they a pair of ladies underwear, but they’re used, sitting innocently atop his laundry in the hamper freshly worn. Hesitantly, he curls his finger, rounding the garment until the inner crotch shows. It glistens. A mark of unmistakable sparkle splotching and darkening the fabric where it soaked in.

Eyes widen while his breath picks up, oxygen feeling scarce as his begins to register what exactly he’s doing. A girl’s dirty panties are in his room and he’s touching them. Scolds of perversion and deviation fill his mind as he screams at his body to move—to do something.

The faucet squeaks, and the water turns off. It’s quieter, and Clark panics. It shows in his gestures, ducking his head and looking around for answers. Your singing doesn’t stop, and it masks his escape, darting swiftly out of the room using an ounce of super-speed.

You come downstairs to a fresh pot of coffee Clark put on, unbeknownst to you that he’s subconsciously apologizing. “Hi, Clark.” you beam, and only then does he notice how short your robe is. Again, he averts his eyes, only after he accidentally snuck a glance at your ass. You toe out onto the cold hardwood floor, rubbing your own upper arms to generate heat. “Woo,” You shiver, your wet hair making matters worse as your nipples pebble through the thin silk material. He bites hard into his lower lip, and then conceals it with his hand clapping over his mouth. “It’s chilly, huh?” you ask as you enter the kitchen. Clark nods vaguely, and when you pass him he’s quick to flinch back, suspending his arms as if afraid to accidentally violate you. You don’t seem to notice his adverse and intense reaction occur just outside your peripheral.

“There’s, uh, some fresh coffee.” he offers, scratching the back of his head as he wills himself to relax otherwise you’ll get wise. He retreats from the kitchen just as soon as he sees you open the cupboard, raising yourself to the tips of your toes to reach. He gulps as his eyes move before he can escape—spanning your bare legs and the glimpse of the underside of your ass. Once again he curses himself.

You retrieve a mug, and glance at him from over your shoulder with a knee-weakening smile. “Thank you,”

His lips press together, and nods again—anything to avoid saying something and making a fool of himself. Awkwardly he shoves his hands in his pockets, and visibly tenses at the familiar sensation of those panties he’d had no time to stash anywhere else other than his jeans. The pad of his thumb sticks in the tepid slick, and he can’t do anything while under your watch. It remains there, intimately feeling your discharge like some sort of creep while you rummage around in his kitchen.

It’s quiet in his head for a second. The tip of his index finger traces the little bow at the front of your panties in his pocket, and his thumb circles in your dew. Experimentally, he tests the sensations, fidgeting with the material between his fingers while he gets lost in thought.

“Cream?” you question.

Clark’s eyes nearly bug out of his head, “Hm?” he asks in disbelief��until he realizes you merely wanted to know the location of a dairy product. “Oh! Oh, um, the fridge. Top shelf.”

[im-so-normal-iswear]

Hey! Saw your requests are open. If you havent been overwhelmed eith asks I have one for Yandere Shadow if you're interested, if not you're fine!!

What about a Yandere Shadow and Sonic with an S/O who's extremely affectionate and overprotective? BUT, as a twist, They're this way with everyone they care about. They just have a lot of love to give❤️

(Bonus headcanon that Eggman targets them first in fights because his robots literally cant get anywhere near anyone else due to how protective they can be of others. They focus on others so much they forget they might also be targetted)

A/n: idk how long this was in my inbox for

Yandere Shadow/Sonic x Overprotective, Affectionate Reader

Shadow:

Shadow isn’t used to the kind of affection you give, not from anyone. He wasnt quite used to affection to mych at all. Not after Maria at least.

You’re the type to wrap your arms around people in your life without a second thought, ruffle their hair, or reassure them with kind words whenever they’re feeling down.

At first, he thought this affection was only for him. The way you’d stand beside him in fights, ready to shield him from harm despite your lack of superhuman abilities, left him both confused and, strangely, touched.

But then, Shadow began to notice a pattern.

You weren’t just protective of him. You were protective of everyone you cared about. Whether it was Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, or even strangers in trouble, you’d throw yourself into the way to ensure no one got hurt.

Your willingness to put others first was respectable, but it also infuriated Shadow.

Didn’t you realize how reckless it was? Did you think anyone else deserved your warmth and care the way he did?

Shadow tried to reason with himself. He knew your affection was genuine and that your overprotective tendencies came from a place of love.

Still, that jealousy in his chest clawed at him every time he watched you worry and fuss over someone else.

His thoughts turned darker as he began to wonder if maybe he needed to teach you to focus that energy solely on him...

It wasn’t unusual for Eggman to target the people Shadow cared about, but this time, Eggman targeted you first.

Shadow’s blood boiled when he realized why. Your protective nature made you an obstacle to Eggman’s plans, your sheer determination to shield others from harm meant that his robots couldn’t get anywhere near his intended targets. And worse, your focus on others left you vulnerable.

Shadow was livid. Not at you, but at the world. How dare anyone put you in danger?

You were so busy worrying about others that you forgot to worry about yourself. He decided right then and there that he’d do whatever it took to keep you safe, even if that meant keeping you away from everyone else.

In the days that followed, Shadow became even more possessive. He started hovering closer during battles, stepping in before you had the chance to protect someone else. If you tried to shield Sonic or Tails, Shadow would pull you back with a firm grip, glaring at whoever dared to draw your attention.

"You can’t keep doing this," he’d say in a stern voice. "You’re going to get yourself hurt. Let me handle it."

At home, Shadow became even clingier. He didn’t like how much energy you gave to others, so he made it his mission to monopolize your time.

Every moment spent with him was another moment you couldn’t be out there, being with someone else.

Still, he couldn’t completely suppress his jealousy. The way you’d light up when hugging someone else made his fists clench.

Your constant reassurances that you had enough love to go around only made him more determined to make you see that he deserved all of it.

"Why do you waste your time on people who can’t protect themselves?" he’d growl. "They don’t deserve what you give them. I’m the one who’ll keep you safe, not them"

Sonic:

Sonic's usually not the biggest fan on being the ewcieving wnd of affection, but when it comes ti you, he loves it. In fact, he thrives on it.

You’re always ready with a hug, a playful nudge, or words of encouragement that make his heart race faster than his feet.

At first, he thought you were just that way with him, and he basked in the attention.

But Sonic quickly realized that you didn’t just have love for him. You had love for everyone.

You’d throw yourself in front of Tails to block an incoming attack, fuss over Amy if she got a scratch, or rush to Knuckles aid whenever he bit off more than he could chew.

Your boundless compassion for others left Sonic respecting you even more, but it also left him feeling insecure.

As confident as Sonic was in his abilities, he couldn’t shake the fear that someone else might steal your affection.

He wanted to be the one you turned to, the one you prioritized above all else. But your overprotective tendencies meant that you focused on everyone equally, leaving Sonic craving more of your attention.

Then came the day Eggman decided to target you.

It wasn’t hard to see why. You were a force of nature in your own way, your determination to protect others made you a threat to Eggman’s plans. Sonic’s heart dropped when he realized that Eggman saw you as a liability.

The first time one of Eggman’s robots aimed directly for you, Sonic barely managed to stop the attack in time.

"Hey, what were you thinking?!" he scolded, his voice tinged with panic. "You can’t keep throwing yourself in the line of fire like that!"

You brushed off his concerns, he did that stuff all the time, why was it any different?

Sonic wanted to argue, but he couldn’t bring himself to. Still, he made a silent vow to protect you, even if it meant protecting you from yourself.

Sonic’s jealousy is more subtle than Shadow’s, have to keep up the 'perfect hero' act. He’d crack jokes whenever you doted on someone else, masking his unease with humor. But if someone started to take over your time, Sonic wouldn’t hesitate to intervene, dragging you away with some flimsy excuse.

Despite his possessiveness, Sonic would never stop loving your affectionate nature. It’s part of what makes you, you. But he’d do everything in his power to ensure that your love didn’t come at the cost of your safety, even if it meant keeping you closer than you’d like.

[chancloud8]

Teach Me {4}

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series masterlist

Pairing: Han Jisung x Reader, Bang Chan x Reader

Word Count: 3,3k

Tags: fluff, kissing, second base, nsfw, very light smut?

Summary: Jisung joins you for some alone time in the bathroom and afterwards you have an interesting conversation with him and Chan.

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Two hours into dance practice, you get bored. You’ve already scrolled through all your social media accounts, massaged Felix’ back and Jeongin’s cramping calf, and went on a coffee run for everyone. It was a miracle to you how the guys were still going, dancing with almost as much energy as when they started. 

With a sigh you throw your phone on the couch cushion next to you and stand up to throw away your empty coffee cup. Changbin notices you in the mirror and winks at you before effortlessly falling into the dance routine they’re doing. For a moment you watch them again, the way their bodies move to the beat like they’re made for it. When the guys dance it’s almost impossible to look away, but after two hours it’s a little easier. 

‘Y/N?’ Felix calls out to you over the music when you’re about to slip out of the room to head to the bathroom. Everyone else keeps dancing, but the blonde moves away from the group and towards you with a frown on his face. ‘You okay?’

You smile at him. ‘I’m perfect Lix, I’m just going to the bathroom.’ 

The frown disappears from his beautiful face immediately and he nods, already walking backwards to the others again. ‘You know where it is, right?’ 

You give him a thumbs up and quickly slip out of the room before anyone else can stop you, your bladder already screaming in protest. Maybe that big cup of iced coffee had been a mistake. The bathroom is quiet and after relieving yourself and washing your hands, you stay a little longer, just leaning against the sink with your eyes closed. You always like a quiet moment every now and then to recharge. 

A knock on the door makes you startle and when you look down at your watch, your eyes widen. You’ve been gone for a little over twenty minutes already. 

‘Y/N? Everything okay?’ Jisung calls out, slowly opening the door a little. 

You rush to the door to open it completely, revealing Jisung with a concerned frown on his face. There’s a towel around his neck and his face is still flushed from dancing. 

‘I’m good, just enjoying the quiet for a bit,’ you explain, smiling up at him. 

‘Can I join?’ he asks, taking a step forward already as if he doesn’t think you’ll say no. Which you won’t. 

‘Sure, but shouldn’t we head back?’ you reply, turning your back to the door to face Jisung. 

‘I’ll text them,’ he says, already typing on his phone. 

You shrug and walk back to the sink, lifting yourself up to sit on the counter this time. Maybe he wants to talk about something or just enjoy some quiet himself, both are fine with you. 

When Jisung looks up from his phone and sees you sitting on the counter, he blinks, his eyes lingering on your exposed legs that are dangling in the air, swinging back and forth. He puts his phone away and steps forward until his stomach touches your knees. 

‘Uhm, hi?’ you laugh quietly, a bit startled at his sudden closeness. 

‘Hey,’ he grins, placing his hands on the sink at either side of your thighs, caging you in between his strong arms. ‘Tell me if it’s too much, yeah?’ 

You blink rapidly, your heartbeat rising and you suddenly feel hot all over. 

‘If what’s too much?’ you ask, your voice sounds strange to your own ears. 

‘Anything. If I'm too close, if I make you uncomfortable, if I touch you somewhere you don’t want me to. Just say the word and I’m backing off, okay?’ Jising says. ‘The little show Felix and Jinnie put up with you in the studio earlier made me a little jealous.’ 

‘Jealous?’ you feel like an idiot for repeating his words back at him, but your brain feels hazy from his close proximity, the scent of his cologne and sweat is intoxicating somehow. 

Jisung brings one of his hands up to trial his fingers over the red and purple bruises Felix left on your throat. 

‘Mhm,’ he hums. ‘Maybe it’s wrong of me, but I can’t help it.’ 

You swallow, nervous butterflies erupt in your stomach as he sets his hands back down and leans in even closer, his breath fanning your lips. 

‘Would it help if I let you introduce me to something new?’ you whisper and you have no idea where that bold question just came from. ‘I mean, would that make you less jealous?’ 

Jisung grins and leans forward to press a soft kiss on your lips. ‘That would help me very much, baby.’ 

‘Okay,’ you nod. ‘But you do know there’s nothing to be jealous of right?’ 

Jisung leans his forehead against yours. ‘I know and I know we said that it wouldn’t get weird between us, which it won’t, I promise, but we do all want to teach you.’ 

‘Which you will,’ you say. ‘Or I wouldn’t have agreed.’ 

‘I know,’ Jisung repeats with a laugh. ‘It’s just silly, it’s probably our hormones or something.’ 

You giggle and wrap your arms around his neck. ‘I can’t say I know much about male hormones, but okay sure.’ 

Jisung nuzzles his nose against yours before kissing you. He’s the fourth of the guys to kiss you and it amazes you how all of them kiss differently, it’s interesting really and it fits each of them so well. Jisung kisses you softly, slowly, like he’s not in a hurry to be anywhere while his hands stroke your sides. 

Your fingers tangle in his soft hair, remembering what Chan had said the other day about most guys enjoying it when you pulled their hair in the heat of the moment. At first you just play with the strands at the back of his neck, focussing on the way his mouth moves over yours, but when he finally flicks his tongue over your bottom lip, you pull. 

Jisung doesn’t disappoint and moans into your mouth, his fingers digging into your side. The sound sets your whole body on fire and without thinking you wrap your legs around his waist, to pull him closer. You gasp when the movement connects your core with his stomach, creating a delicious friction you’ve never felt before. Tingles spread all over your body and feeling dizzy you pull back from the kiss, panting loudly against Jisung’s mouth. 

‘Damn,’ he mutters, moving his hands to your bare thighs around his waist. ‘I’m not sure if you even need us to teach you, you’re a natural.’ 

You look down at where your body is pressed up against Jisung and the sight makes even more heat pool in your belly, it feels funny. Your skirt has ridden up even further on your thighs, almost showing off your panties. 

Jisung follows your gaze and groans, his fingers squeezing your thighs. ‘Look at that, so beautiful wrapped around me like that.’ 

‘Yeah?’ you whisper, lifting your head to look him in the eyes again. 

‘Oh yes,’ Jisung sighs. ‘It will be even better when you’re naked, but that’s something for the future, hm?’ 

You nod, grateful for his understanding. So far all of the guys have been so good to you, never crossing a line you weren’t ready to cross yet. 

‘Has anyone touched you yet?’ he asks, leaning in to press his lips against your jaw. 

Your heart skips a beat at his question or maybe it’s because of his mouth on your skin, or both, you don’t really know nor care. 

‘N-no, it’s been just kissing so far,’ you stammer and nervously lick your lips. 

‘Okay, so just first base so far, kissing and receiving hickeys,’ Jisungs leans back a little to look at you. ‘How do you feel about second base?’ 

Your breath hitches and you accidentally pull on Jisungs hair that’s still wrapped around your fingers. 

‘Ungh,’ a strange noise leaves Jisung’s mouth and he closes his eyes for a moment, swallowing, his Adam's apple moving visibly. 

‘Sorry,’ you hurriedly untangle your fingers from his hair and place them on his chest instead. 

Jisung shakes his head and opens his eyes again. ‘It’s okay,’ he smiles. ‘What was I saying again?’ 

You giggle and pluck an invisible piece of lint from his shirt, your cheeks heating up. ‘Something about second base?’ 

One of Jisung’s hands leaves your thigh to hold your chin between his thumb and forefinger, gently pinching as he forces you to look him in the eye. 

‘Do you think you’re okay with that? It’s okay if you’re not, you know, I’ll happily just kiss you until we run out of breath,’ he grins. 

You can’t help but giggle again and you nervously shift against him at the thought of him touching you in more ways than he already has. The movement makes that same delicious friction as before as your core moves against his stomach. Your eyes widen at the feeling and Jisung bites his lip, clearly not unaffected by it as well. 

‘I’m okay with it,’ you whisper, clutching onto his shirt. 

‘Mhm, good,’ Jisung hums, placing his hand back on your thigh and leaning forward to latch his lips onto your collarbone while his fingers slowly inch up until they disappear under the fabric of your skirt. 

Your entire skin breaks out in goosebumps and Jisung chuckles, kissing his way to your neck, licking and nibbling as he goes. He even leaves a few marks of his own between the bruises Felix already gave you. 

‘As much as I want to touch you right here,’ Jisung whispers against your jaw, his fingertips nearly grazing your panties. ‘Let’s not move too fast shall we.’ 

A small part of you is disappointed and wants to beg him to do just that, to touch you where your body seems to hum with heat, but you appreciate him for trying to take it slow with you. 

‘Okay,’ you breathe, tilting your head to give him more access to your neck. 

Jisung kisses a trail of open mouthed kisses on your neck all the way up to your earlobe, gently biting down on it with his teeth. 

You gasp and your body jolts, pushing you against him once more. Your eyes nearly roll back in your head at the feeling and it takes everything in you not to buck your hips forward to feel that again and again. 

‘So sensitive,’ Jisung smiles. ‘I wonder if you’re like that here as well.’ 

You’re just about to ask where he means when his fingers slide under the hem of your shirt, gliding upwards over your warm and naked skin. You shiver and he kisses you again, licking into your mouth with no hesitation. 

His hands move from your belly to your back first, exploring every inch before he caresses your sides and slowly moves up until his thumbs brush against the underside of your breasts. His fingers are gone before you can even register it and he moves his hands to your back again, this time playing with the clasp of your bra. 

‘You can take it off,’ you say against his mouth, getting impatient by his teasing. 

Jisung chuckles against your lips, nipping your bottom lip at the same time as he easily opens the clasp, freeing your breasts. You make quick work of getting the straps off your arms and dropping the bra on the floor as you pull Jisung close again by wrapping your arms around his neck. 

His fingers tease the underside of your breasts again and you whine in the back of your throat, wanting him to actually touch you. Another chuckle vibrates against your lips, but then he finally cups your breasts in his hand, his thumbs flicking your nipples. You arch your back at the surprisingly good feeling and gasp against his mouth. He does it again and again, until you’re shivering in his arms. 

‘I knew you’d like it,’ Jisung whispers when he pulls away from your lips, to once more kiss down your neck. ‘Can I take your shirt off?’ 

You release Jisung’s neck and grab the hem of your shirt yourself to pull it over your head in one swift movement, throwing it on the floor next to your bra. The cool air feels nice against your bare chest and you only have a moment to realize what you’ve just done before Jisung lets out a loud laugh, his eyes gazing over your exposed skin. 

‘I love this side of you, baby,’ he says, watching his own fingers as they glide over your breasts with a glint in his eyes that you can’t quite describe. ‘So responsive and eager.’ 

‘It appears lust makes me bold,’ you whisper, more to yourself than to Jisung. 

He laughs again and you smile at the sound. You like his laugh. Always have, but lately he has been doing it more often and it always makes you happy to hear it. 

‘Well, since you’re feeling bold, is there anything on your mind you want to share with me right now?’ Jisung grins, tilting his head in a teasing way. 

You think about it for a moment. A small part of you wants to ask him to do more than just touch just breasts and kiss you, but you’re not sure if you’re really that bold. 

‘I want you to take off your shirt,’ you say instead, tugging at the fabric a little. ‘It’s only fair.’ 

Jisung doesn’t waste any time, grabbing onto the back of his shirt and pulling it over his head. You’ve never seen him shirtless before and the sight of his bare muscled chest, his abs and the tattoos, nearly make you choke on your own spit. 

‘Holy shit,’ you mutter, reaching out to touch him. ‘You’ve been hiding this all along Sungie?’ 

You knew he had broad shoulders and nice muscled arms, that much he showed often by wearing a tank top, but this is new. He’s nearly as ripped as Chan. 

‘I’ve been working out a lot more recently,’ Jisung shrugs, a blush covering his cheeks. 

‘I can tell,’ you laugh, your fingers gliding over his abs. ‘You look incredible.’ 

‘Says you,’ Jisung snorts, cupping your breast again. ‘I’d much rather focus on that.’ 

He puts his money where his mouth is and without any warning he leans forward and wraps his lips around your nipple. His warm tongue teases the hard and sensitive bud and when his teeth lightly graze over your nipple, you let out such a loud moan that it startles you.

‘Shhh or someone will come looking for us,’ Jisung chuckles, moving to your other breast. 

‘It’s your fault!’ you say, but there’s no heat behind your words. 

Jisung continues to kiss, lick and nibble your breasts until you’re once again shivering in his arms, your loud panting echoing through the bathroom. You arch your back, seeking more friction and your hips move on their own account then, grinding against his stomach. 

‘Fuck,’ Jisung whisperes against your skin, his hands grabbing onto your hips to hold you still. 

The door to the bathroom opens then and the both of you freeze.

You completely forgot that you’re in a public space where anyone can just walk in and see you naked from the waist up. Jisung seems to think the same and he presses his front against you so your modesty is somewhat intact. 

A familiar chuckle fills the room. ‘I figured something like this was going on.’ 

Over Jisung’s shoulder you can see Chan leaning against the door with his arms crossed and a shit eating grin on his face. 

‘Chan,’ you say, letting out a relieved sigh. 

He pushes himself off the door with his shoulders and strides forward until his chest is almost touching Jisung’s back. 

‘I see your lessons have continued,’ he smiles, bringing his hand up to brush his thumb over your swollen lips. 

‘One you just interrupted, Hyung,’ Jisung mutters, looking over his shoulder to glare at Chan. 

Chan just shrugs and steps back, leaning down to grab both of your shirts and your bra. ‘The others are getting ready to leave so I figured I’d find you guys.’ 

With burning cheeks of embarrassment you accept your clothes from his outstretched hands. 

‘I’ll wait for you in the hallway,’ Chan winks, letting his eyes linger on your exposed skin for a moment before he turns around and leaves. 

Jisung groans and hides his face in the crook of your neck, making you laugh. You gently rake your fingers through his hair and press a kiss against his temple. 

‘Come on, we can continue this another time.’

‘Okay, okay,’ Jisung grumbles and he helps you off the counter before leaning in once more for a final kiss. 

You quickly get dressed and turn around to look in the mirror. Your cheeks are flushed, your lips swollen, your hair is a mess and your eyes sparkle. You look like you’ve just been fucked and the thought makes your heart pound loudly in your chest. Maybe soon. 

Chan is waiting for the two of you in the hallway, scrolling on his phone and he looks up when you walk towards him. 

‘You okay?’ he asks, smiling sweetly at you. 

‘Just a bit embarrassed you walked in on us, but other than that yes,’ you blush, fidgeting with the bracelets on your wrist. 

Chan chuckles and Jisung kisses your cheek. ‘No need for that, baby.’ 

The three of you walk back towards the dance studio, chatting a bit about the upcoming plans you have for the next few days and whether or not you want to come back to their place to watch a movie tonight. 

When Jisung suddenly stops walking, both you and Chan turn to look at him. 

‘Uhm, before we meet up with the others, I have a question,’ he says. ‘It’s a bit of a personal question and I don’t know if you’ll be comfortable answering it in front of everyone.’ 

‘Okay, what is it?’ you ask, nervously biting your lip. 

‘Uhm, so I noticed the way you reacted to some of my touches earlier and I wondered if you’ve ever orgasmed before?’ 

You blink at him a few times and his cheeks turn red. 

‘Told you it was personal,’ he mutters. ‘You don’t have to answer.’ 

Chan takes a hold of your hand and squeezes. ‘Y/N?’ 

‘Well, uhm,’ you stammer and both of their eyes grow wide. 

‘You have touched yourself, right?’ Chan asks carefully. 

‘Of course,’ you blush, shuffling awkwardly on your feet. ‘I’m just not sure if I’ve ever come before.’ 

‘What do you mean you’re not sure?’ Jisung asks with a frown. ‘How can you not be sure?’ 

‘Jisung!’ Chan hisses, once again squeezing your hand. ‘It’s okay if you haven’t, you know.’ 

‘Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. Of course it’s okay and probably totally normal for a woman too, I’ve heard it can be difficult,’ Jisung takes a hold of your other hand. 

You can’t believe you’re actually having this conversation with two of your best friends, but considering what they’ve been doing with you and what is still to come, it’s probably best that they know. 

‘It is difficult. I mean, it feels good, but it always gets too much and I have to stop,’ you explain in a whisper. ‘I don’t think that feeling is actually an orgasm.’ 

‘Probably not, because trust me, you will know when you have one.’ Jisung says, winking at you. 

Chan nods in agreement. ‘It’s very likely you haven’t.’

‘Oh,’ you breathe out, looking down at your hands in embarrassment. 

‘Hey,’ Chan lifts your chin with his index finger. ‘That’s nothing to be ashamed about, love.’ 

‘Yeah, we’ll just have to fix it,’ Jisung grins, poking your side. ‘And trust me, we will.’ 

‘Oh we will,’ Chan agrees. ‘You’ll get that first orgasm and you’ll get it soon.’ 

Oh boy.

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[buzzinrusso]

Forever

You stand at the front door of Leah’s family home, snowflakes melting in your hair and the weight of anticipation pressing against your chest. Leah’s hand is warm in yours, her thumb brushing reassuring circles across your knuckles, but your nerves refuse to settle.

“It’s going to be fine,” Leah whispers, leaning in close. Her breath is warm, the faint smell of peppermint on her lips from the candy cane she snagged during the drive.

You try to smile, but your heartbeat feels like it might drown out the sound of the Christmas carols playing faintly inside. “You say that, but they’re your parents. What if they don’t like me?”

Leah laughs softly, giving your hand a squeeze. “They’re going to love you. I promise.”

The door swings open before you can answer, and suddenly you’re face-to-face with Amanda—Leah’s mom.

“Leah! Y/n! Oh my goodness, come in, come in!” Amanda’s voice is bright and welcoming, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she steps aside and waves you both in.

You barely have time to process before Leah’s dad, David, appears in the hallway, his broad shoulders and warm smile immediately calming some of your jitters.

“Hey, sweetheart,” David says, pulling Leah into a hug before turning his attention to you. “And you must be y/n.”

You nod, swallowing your nerves. “Hi, Mr. Williamson. It’s nice to meet you.”

“David,” he corrects with a grin. “We’re all family here.”

You’re about to thank him when Leah’s younger brother, Jacob, bursts into the room. He’s taller than you expected, with the same sharp blue eyes as Leah, but his grin is mischievous.

“You’re the girlfriend, huh?” Jacob teases, folding his arms.

Leah groans. “Ignore him.”

Jacob smirks but steps forward to shake your hand anyway. “I’m Jacob. Nice to meet you. Don’t let Leah boss you around too much.”

Before you can respond, Amanda claps her hands. “All right, everyone inside! Shoes off, and coats on the rack. Dinner’s almost ready!”

You exchange a glance with Leah, and she gives you a small nod before leading you further into the house. The warmth inside contrasts sharply with the snow outside, and the scent of cinnamon and roasted turkey fills the air.

This is it. Christmas with Leah’s family. And no matter how nervous you are, you can’t help but feel a little bit excited too.

You step further into the house, the sound of laughter and the faint crackling of a fireplace wrapping around you like a blanket. Leah helps you out of your coat, hanging it neatly next to hers, and you catch Amanda’s approving glance.

“Dinner’s ready?” Leah asks, her voice light but tinged with hunger.

“Almost,” Amanda calls from the kitchen. “Jacob, set the table. And David, please keep Leah from sneaking any food before it’s time.”

Leah rolls her eyes, leaning in to whisper, “She acts like I don’t have self-control.”

Jacob overhears and laughs. “You? Self-control? That’s a Christmas miracle waiting to happen.”

You can’t help but giggle, and Leah throws a mock glare at you before pulling you toward the living room. The Christmas tree dominates the space, towering in the corner with twinkling lights and ornaments that look like they’ve been collected over decades. Stockings hang above the fireplace—three big ones labeled Amanda, David, and Jacob, and one smaller, newer one that reads Leah.

“That’s adorable,” you murmur, pointing to Leah’s stocking.

Leah grins. “Mom insisted I needed one when I moved out. She said Christmas wasn’t Christmas if everyone’s stocking wasn’t here.”

You admire the decorations, but the sound of Jacob teasing Leah from the dining area keeps pulling your attention back to the family dynamic unfolding before you. There’s something so effortless about it all—the banter, the warmth. It’s familiar in a way that makes your nerves twist again.

Leah senses it. She pulls you down onto the couch, her fingers lacing through yours as she leans in close. “You okay?”

You nod quickly, but Leah isn’t convinced. “y/n” she says softly. “They already like you. Just breathe, okay?”

Before you can answer, Amanda’s voice calls out, “Leah! Come help in the kitchen.”

Leah kisses your temple before standing. “You’ll be fine for a few minutes, right?”

You nod, even though you’re not entirely sure. Leah disappears into the kitchen, leaving you with Jacob and David.

“So,” Jacob starts, leaning on the back of one of the dining chairs. “How did Leah convince you to date her?”

You blink, unsure if he’s joking. “What do you mean?”

David chuckles, setting down the silverware he’s arranging. “Jacob thinks Leah’s too competitive for her own good. He’s convinced anyone who dates her must be very patient.”

You smile. “She’s competitive, sure, but she’s also thoughtful. And funny.”

Jacob raises an eyebrow. “Thoughtful? Leah?”

“Hey!” Leah’s voice cuts through the air as she reappears with a tray of rolls. “I can hear you, you know!”

Jacob smirks. “Good.”

You laugh again, the tension inside you unraveling bit by bit. It’s impossible to stay nervous when the williamsons make everything feel so lighthearted.

Dinner is served soon after, and as you settle in around the table, Amanda gives you a soft smile.

“yn ,we’re so glad you’re here,” she says. “Leah’s been talking about you for months, and it’s wonderful to finally meet the girl who makes her so happy.”

Leah groans. “Mom…”

But Amanda just smiles and takes a sip of her wine.

You feel Leah’s hand on your knee under the table, her touch grounding you. And in that moment, surrounded by laughter, food, and the gentle glow of Christmas lights, you start to believe Leah might have been right all along.

Dinner is a warm, chaotic affair filled with laughter, stories, and the occasional playful jab between Leah and Jacob. You quickly realize that Leah’s family has a rhythm, one that flows effortlessly between teasing and genuine affection.

Amanda keeps everyone’s plates full, while David cracks jokes that make Jacob groan and Leah roll her eyes. But no one seems to mind. It’s the kind of comfort that comes with years of shared traditions.

“So, y/n,” Amanda says as she passes you a bowl of mashed potatoes, “Leah mentioned you’re into photography?”

You glance at Leah, who gives you an encouraging nod. “Yeah, I am. I mostly do landscapes, but I’ve been experimenting with portraits lately.”

Amanda’s eyes light up. “Oh, I love that! Do you have any photos with you? I’d love to see them.”

You hesitate, but Leah is already reaching for your phone on the table. “She has an Instagram page,” Leah announces proudly, unlocking the screen and pulling up your account.

You blush as Amanda scrolls through, occasionally pausing to admire one of your shots. “These are beautiful,” she says. “You have such an eye for detail.”

Jacob leans over to take a peek. “holy shit. Leah didn’t tell me you were actually good.”

“Hey!” Leah protests, but you just laugh.

“Thanks,” you say softly, and Amanda’s praise warms you more than you expected.

As dinner winds down, David gets up to refill drinks while Jacob and Leah argue about who has to clear the plates. Amanda turns her attention back to you.

“So,” she says gently, her tone shifting. “I just wanted to say… we’re really happy Leah brought you here. She talks about you all the time, and it’s clear how much you mean to her.”

Leah groans from across the table. “Mom—”

“No, Leah,” Amanda says firmly, then smiles at you. “It’s important you know you’re welcome here. Always.”

Emotion wells up in your chest before you can stop it. You weren’t expecting this—this acceptance that feels so easy, so unconditional.

“Thank you,” you manage, your voice a little shaky. Leah’s hand finds yours under the table again, her thumb tracing soothing circles.

David returns with drinks, and the moment shifts back to laughter and lighthearted teasing. But Amanda’s words linger.

---

Later, after dishes are washed and dessert is served, Leah pulls you into the living room, where Jacob is trying (and failing) to untangle Christmas lights.

“Want to help decorate the tree?” Leah asks.

You nod, and soon you’re hanging ornaments alongside Leah while Jacob untangles the mess and Amanda hums along to Christmas songs playing softly in the background.

David sets up the star for the top of the tree, and when it’s finally in place, everyone steps back to admire the finished work.

Jacob lets out a dramatic sigh. “We nailed it. Another Christmas miracle.”

Leah laughs and leans into your side. “What do you think?”

You smile at her, then at the family around you. “It’s perfect.”

---

The tree glows softly, its lights reflecting in the windows as the snow outside continues to fall. You sit cross-legged on the floor next to Leah, sipping hot cocoa and admiring the ornaments. Leah’s head rests against your shoulder, and the sound of Jacob complaining about untangling the lights fades into the background.

David settles into his armchair with a satisfied sigh, while Amanda places a plate of cookies on the coffee table.

“Okay,” Amanda says, clapping her hands together. “Before we call it a night, we need to do presents.”

“Presents?” you ask, looking at Leah.

“Yeah, we open one gift each on Christmas Eve,” Leah explains. “It’s a family tradition.”

Jacob perks up. “And I get to go first.”

“No, you don’t,” Leah argues. “We go youngest to oldest.”

“Exactly. I’m the youngest.”

Leah throws a pillow at him, but Amanda steps in before things escalate. “Enough, you two. Jacob, go ahead.”

Jacob tears into his present—a pair of sneakers that he immediately tries on. “Perfect fit!” he declares, and you can’t help but smile at his excitement.

Next, it’s Leah’s turn. She unwraps a soft green sweater, and Amanda beams. “I knew that color would look great on you.”

Leah grins. “Thanks, Mom. It’s perfect.”

Then Amanda turns to you, holding out a small, neatly wrapped box. “This is for you, y/n”

You blink in surprise. “For me?”

“Of course,” Amanda says. “You’re part of the family tonight.”

Leah squeezes your hand as you take the gift and carefully unwrap it. Inside is a delicate silver bracelet with a tiny snowflake charm.

“It’s beautiful,” you whisper, your fingers brushing over the charm.

Amanda smiles warmly. “We wanted you to have something to remember this Christmas by.”

You glance at Leah, who’s watching you with that soft, adoring look that always makes your heart race.

“Thank you,” you say, looking back at Amanda and David. “Really. This means so much.”

David waves off your gratitude. “You’re stuck with us now, mate. you might as well get used to it.”

Everyone laughs, and the rest of the evening passes in a blur of stories, laughter, and warmth.

---

Later, after everyone has gone to bed, you and Leah curl up on the pullout couch in the living room, the glow of the Christmas tree casting soft shadows across the walls.

Leah brushes a strand of hair from your face, her expression soft and sleepy. “Told you they’d love you.”

You smile, leaning in to kiss her. “You were right.”

She grins. “Say that again?”

“Don’t push your luck,” you tease, and Leah laughs quietly, pulling you closer.

Outside, the snow continues to fall, blanketing the world in white. And inside, wrapped in Leah’s arms, you feel something you haven’t felt in a long time—home.

The walk back to the house is quiet, your boots crunching softly in the snow as Leah’s fingers remain intertwined with yours. The weight of her confession—I love you—lingers in the air, warm and steady despite the chill.

When you step inside, the house is alive with energy again. Jacob is sprawled across the couch playing one of his new video games, while David is still fiddling with the drone’s remote control. Amanda, ever the multitasker, is humming along to Christmas music as she prepares lunch.

Leah tugs you toward the kitchen, where Amanda glances up and smiles.

“Enjoy your walk?” Amanda asks, setting down a tray of freshly baked cookies.

“It was perfect,” Leah replies, sneaking one of the cookies before her mom can swat her hand away.

Amanda eyes the two of you for a moment, her smile softening. “You both look happy,” she says gently.

Leah leans against the counter, her arm brushing yours. “We are.”

Amanda seems satisfied with that answer and turns back to her cooking, giving you and Leah a moment alone.

“Ready for round two?” Leah teases, gesturing toward the living room.

You raise an eyebrow. “Round two?”

“Board games,” Leah says, her grin widening. “It gets competitive. Fair warning.”

You follow her back to the living room, where Jacob is already setting up a game of Monopoly.

“Oh no,” you mutter. “Not Monopoly.”

Jacob smirks. “Afraid you’ll lose?”

Leah drops onto the couch next to you. “Don’t let him intimidate you. He cheats.”

“I do not cheat!” Jacob protests.

David looks up from his drone. “You definitely cheat.”

Amanda walks in with a tray of drinks. “He absolutely cheats.”

Jacob groans. “I can’t believe my own family is turning against me.”

You can’t stop laughing, and before you know it, the game has started. It’s chaos from the very first roll. Leah buys up all the railroads, Jacob tries to build a hotel empire, and Amanda keeps making quiet, strategic moves that everyone underestimates until it’s too late.

By the time lunch is ready, Leah is bankrupt, Jacob is begging for loans, and Amanda is quietly collecting rent from everyone.

“Remind me never to play Monopoly with your mom again,” you whisper to Leah as Amanda sweeps the board clean.

Leah laughs. “I tried to warn you.”

---

After lunch, the day slows down. You and Leah curl up on the couch again, this time watching old Christmas movies while Jacob naps in the recliner. Amanda and David sit nearby, quietly talking and occasionally exchanging glances that remind you of Leah’s soft looks.

You catch Leah watching you during the movie, her fingers absentmindedly playing with the bracelet Amanda gave you.

“What?” you ask softly.

“Nothing,” she says, smiling. “Just… I’m really glad you’re here.”

You reach up, brushing her hair back. “Me too.”

She leans in, kissing you gently, and for the first time all day, everything around you fades. It’s just you and Leah—your Leah—wrapped up in each other.

---

That evening, after dinner and more desserts than you probably should’ve eaten, you help Leah clean up the kitchen while Amanda and David sip wine by the fire.

“Did you have a good Christmas?” Leah asks, drying a dish and setting it aside.

You glance at her, your heart full. “The best one I’ve ever had.”

Leah pauses, looking at you like she wants to say something important. Her lips part, but before she can speak, Jacob bursts into the kitchen.

“Guys! It’s snowing again. You’ve got to come see!”

Leah rolls her eyes but grabs your hand, pulling you toward the door. Outside, the world is blanketed in fresh snow, the flakes falling gently under the glow of the porch lights.

Jacob and David are already starting to build a snowman, and Amanda stands nearby, laughing as they bicker over how to stack the snowballs.

Leah turns to you, brushing snowflakes from your hair. “You ready to make this a tradition?”

You tilt your head. “What? Spending Christmas with your family?”

“Yeah,” Leah says softly. “And everything else.”

You smile, stepping closer and wrapping your arms around her. “Only if you promise to always be this competitive with board games.”

Leah laughs, pulling you in for another kiss as snowflakes swirl around you.

---

The day after Christmas is quieter. The excitement of the holiday has faded into a cozy calm. Amanda and David take a drive into town to look at post-holiday sales, and Jacob has locked himself in his room, determined to beat his new video game.

You and Leah stay behind, curled up on the couch under a shared blanket. She’s scrolling through her phone, occasionally showing you funny memes, but your own phone buzzes with a text from your best friend, Emily.

Emily: So? How was it? Survive meeting the parents?

You smile, your fingers flying across the keyboard.

You: More than survived. It was amazing.

You glance at Leah to make sure she’s still preoccupied before slipping out from under the blanket and stepping into the kitchen for a little privacy.

Emily responds almost immediately.

Emily: Amazing?? Who are you and what have you done with my best friend?

You: I’m serious, Em. They’re incredible. Her mom is so sweet, and her dad had me laughing the whole time. Even her brother is hilarious in a slightly annoying way. They made me feel like I belong.

You hesitate before typing the next part.

You: I don’t think I’ve ever felt this accepted before. It’s like they already saw me as part of the family.

Emily’s reply comes just as fast.

Emily: I told you they’d love you. But honestly? It sounds like you love them too.

You pause, rereading her words. She’s right—you do. It’s only been a couple of days, but being around them feels so natural, so effortless.

You: I think I do. And Leah…

You stop typing, suddenly feeling the weight of everything—the way Leah looks at you, the way her family welcomed you without hesitation, the way this Christmas felt so much more than just another holiday.

Emily: And Leah what? Don’t leave me hanging.

You’re about to respond when a soft noise catches your attention. Turning, you see Leah leaning against the kitchen doorway, her arms crossed but her expression unreadable.

Your stomach drops. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough,” she says, stepping closer.

You panic. “I wasn’t saying anything bad—”

“I know,” Leah interrupts softly, a small smile tugging at her lips. “I heard what you said.”

You bite your lip, unsure what to say next, but Leah steps in, closing the space between you.

“You love them?” she asks quietly.

You nod. “I do. They’re amazing, Leah. They’re so warm and welcoming, and I’ve never really had that before.”

Leah’s smile grows, and she brushes her fingers over your cheek. “You belong here, you know? They think so too.”

Your breath catches. “I really do feel like I belong.”

Leah leans in, kissing you softly before pulling back to rest her forehead against yours.

“And me?” she whispers. ���Do I make you feel like you belong?”

You laugh softly, relief washing over you. “You’re the reason I feel that way.”

Leah grins and kisses you again, longer this time. When she finally pulls back, she’s practically glowing.

“So,” she says, her voice light and teasing now. “You’ve been gushing about my family behind my back, huh?”

You groan, hiding your face in your hands. “Don’t make it weird.”

She laughs, tugging your hands away. “Never. I love that you love them. It means a lot to me.”

Her words are sincere, and you feel your heart swell.

“Come on,” Leah says, taking your hand. “Let’s go join Jacob before he accuses us of being lovebirds again.”

You let her pull you back toward the living room, but not before sneaking one last glance at your phone.

You: I’ll call you later, Em. But yeah… I think I found my forever.

And as Leah laces her fingers through yours, you know you mean every word.

---

The evening settles in slowly, the soft glow of the Christmas tree filling the living room as snow falls gently outside. Leah’s parents return from their trip into town, arms full of shopping bags, while Jacob finally emerges from his room to brag about beating the final level of his game.

Dinner is casual—leftovers and sandwiches—and afterward, everyone sprawls out in the living room again. Amanda curls up with a book, David fiddles with his new drone, and Jacob flips through channels, searching for something to watch.

You and Leah sit tucked into the corner of the couch, wrapped up in a shared blanket. Her arm is around you, and your head rests against her shoulder as the quiet hum of family fills the room.

“Comfortable?” Leah murmurs, her voice low and warm.

“Very,” you reply, nestling closer.

Her fingers trace absentminded circles against your arm, and you let your eyes drift shut, savoring the moment.

Jacob eventually lands on an old Christmas movie—one of those cheesy romantic comedies that Amanda insists is a classic. You’re only half-paying attention, but Leah’s occasional comments about the unrealistic love story keep you smiling.

After a while, the movie ends, and Leah’s parents start cleaning up while Jacob disappears upstairs again. The house grows quieter, and you feel yourself growing heavier, sleep tugging at the edges of your awareness.

“You tired?” Leah whispers, brushing her lips against your hair.

You nod sleepily. “A littlee.”

“Come on,” she says softly, helping you stand. “Let’s go to bed.”

---

Upstairs, the guest room is dimly lit, the bed piled high with extra blankets. Leah pulls you into her arms the moment you climb in, wrapping both of you up in the warmth of the covers.

“Today was perfect,” you murmur, your head resting against her chest.

Leah’s hand strokes your hair gently. “It really was.”

You tilt your head to look up at her, catching the soft smile playing on her lips. “I can’t believe how much I love your family already.”

Leah’s eyes soften. “They love you too.”

You smile, reaching up to brush a strand of hair from her face. “And I love you.”

Leah leans down, kissing you slowly, her lips lingering as if she never wants to pull away. When she does, her voice is barely above a whisper.

“I love you too.”

You tuck yourself back into her arms, her heartbeat steady beneath your ear. The weight of the day—the laughter, the warmth, the love—settles over you like the heaviest, coziest blanket.

“darling?” Leah’s voice is soft and sleepy.

“Hmm?”

“Thank you for coming with me.”

You smile, your eyes already drifting shut. “Thank you for bringing me.”

She holds you tighter, her breathing slowing as she begins to fall asleep. And as you listen to the quiet rhythm of her breaths, you realize something.

This—Leah, her family, this home—isn’t just a place you’re visiting.

It’s where you belong.

And with that thought, you let yourself drift off, safe in Leah’s arms, knowing this Christmas is only the beginning of forever

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[deonsx]

Hi!!! I wanted to ask for an asthmatic!readerxRin, maybe they are best childhood friends and Rin feels the need to take care of her all the time:) 💞💞 (rry if my writing s bad, english isn't my first language)

Hii your writing is very well dont worry have a nice read my dear reader!! I wanna add sae here^^

The two of you had been inseparable since you were kids. Rin Itoshi wasn’t the kind of person to form close attachments easily but you were an exception. Maybe it was because you always stuck by him no matter how prickly he got or maybe it was because you were the only one who truly understood him even when he couldn’t put his feelings into words. Either way you’d been his best friend since forever

Your asthma however had always been a point of concern for him. From the first time he saw you struggle to breathe after an intense game of tag in the park Rin had made it his unspoken duty to look out for you “Are you sure you’re okay” Rin asked his teal eyes narrowing as you rummaged through your bag for your inhaler. You waved him off with a sheepish smile your breath still slightly uneven. “It’s fine Rin I just overdid it a little”

“You always say that” he muttered crossing his arms “But what if I wasn’t here What if-” He cut himself off jaw tightening. You sighed feeling a twinge of guilt. Rin rarely let his emotions show but when it came to you his worry was always just beneath the surface

“I’m fine really You don’t have to babysit me all the time” you said softly placing a hand on his arm. Rin glanced at your hand his frown deepening. “I’m not babysitting I just-” He trailed off his gaze flickering to the inhaler in your hand “I just don’t want anything to happen to you”

The sincerity in his voice made your chest tighten and not because of your asthma. Rin wasn’t the type to say things like that easily which made it all the more meaningful when he did “You’re stuck with me for a long time Itoshi” you teased lightly trying to ease the tension. “I’m not going anywhere”

Rin didn’t smile but the sharp edges of his expression softened “Good Because if you scare me like that again I’m not letting you out of my sight” You laughed but the promise in his voice was clear. Rin would always be there for you whether you wanted him to or not

When he insisted on walking you home after school even though his own house was in the opposite direction “You didn’t have to come all this way, Sae” you said, adjusting the strap of your bag as you glanced at him “I know” he replied, his tone as flat as ever

“Then why are you here”

“Because I felt like it” You rolled your eyes knowing you wouldn’t get a real answer out of him. Sae’s way of showing he cared was always indirect like carrying your bag when you were too tired or slowing his pace when you were out of breath

As you approached a hill on your route, you felt the familiar tightness in your chest. You tried to keep your breathing steady, not wanting to draw attention to yourself, but Sae noticed immediately “Are you okay” he asked, his sharp gaze flicking to you. You gave him a tight-lipped smile. “Yeah I’m fine”

“You don’t look fine” he said, stopping in his tracks. “Did you bring your inhaler” You sighed, pulling it out of your bag. “I’m fine I just need a minute” Sae didn’t say anything, but he watched you closely as you took a puff of your inhaler. His silence was heavy, not with judgment but with unspoken concern

When your breathing finally steadied, you looked up at him. “See All good. You don’t have to worry so much” He clicked his tongue in irritation. “You say that every time and yet I always end up having to worry” You laughed softly, his frustration oddly endearing. “You’re too serious, Sae. I’ve been dealing with this forever”

“That doesn’t make it any less serious” he shot back. “You’re careless” You raised an eyebrow at him. “And you’re overprotective” Sae didn’t deny it. Instead, he sighed and grabbed your bag off your shoulder. “Let’s go. I’m carrying this the rest of the wayy”

“I can carry my own bag” you protested “Too bad” he said simply, already walking ahead. You smiled to yourself, jogging slightly to catch up. Sae might have had a sharp tongue and a cool demeanor, but moments like this reminded you of how much he cared even if he’d never admit it out loud

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saw you were looking for shy!reader requests and now I'm having visions of nighttime colorful twinkly lights, snow swirling in the frigid air, frost-bitten noses and tentative glances...

what about reader getting roped into holiday caroling with the gang, including her crush, Eddie? Or some other festive outdoor activity, preferably one which allows them to subtly get closer to each other without giving away their feelings 🤭 I'm feeling those 'will we won't we' vibes tonight hehe

wow. here's me casually writing a wee drabble for someone who's written some of my favorite works on this app lol. hope you like it angel :D !! — eddie keeps shy!you company during a holiday party at the wheeler house (friends to lovers, fluff | 0.9k)

The weirdo has a soft spot for the princess.

The Princess, he calls you, ‘cause Mike once convinced you to sub in on a D&D campaign some months ago now. You were a rebellious fairy from a clan of royal fae sent to guide the rag-tag troop through an enchanted, labyrinthine forest. 

You had dressed the part, too, despite having zero knowledge of the game itself. You waltzed into the Hellfire room in a flouncy pink dress, iridescent fairy wings from last halloween, and a crown of artificial flowers.

Eddie remembers you that way, still. A sweet and timid thing, with a big heart and a pretty laugh. Even now, as you sit all alone in the Wheeler’s backyard, away from all the chaos and the twinkling lights, bathed beneath a glowing pink sky and sparkling snow — you’re still such an ethereal thing. A heavenly being, flung from space.

He weaves through the quaint party and over to you, carrying a steaming cup of cocoa in one hand and his bleeding heart in the other. 

“How’s it going over here?” Eddie asks over the soft holiday music playing closer to the crowd.

You blink up at him with wide, glassy eyes, as though he’s just jolted you out of some sort of daze. “Oh. Yeah. Fine,” you stammer finally, smile wavering when Eddie’s lopsided grin makes you forget how to breathe. 

You tug the blanket tighter around your shoulders with cold and clammy hands. Hiding feels instinctual to you now.

“Freezing to death?” the boy quips and fights to keep his own teeth from chattering.

The sight of him before you, with snowflakes clinging to his curls and his pale skin softly flushed with wintertime, makes you smile more sincerely than you mean to.

“Something like that,” you nod.

Eddie extends a ringed hand towards you then, offering the paper cup of hot chocolate keeping his aching fingers warm. “Want some?”

“Oh, no— It’s okay,” you decline with a polite shake of your head while your chest blazes with misplaced embarrassment. “I— I can get my own.”

“Well, between us, I didn’t really want it in the first place,” Eddie confesses lowly, taking another step closer until you can smell the deep musk of his cologne. You tilt your chin to follow his gaze. “Little Holly offered me a cup, and I didn’t know how to say no.”

The thought of Eddie Munson, in all his daunting black and silver, having a sweet spot for the youngest Wheeler (whom he exclusively refers to as Little Holly) makes your chest go all warm. 

Holly has her own innocent affections for him, too — you know for a fact she’s got an obsession with his bat tattoo that’s driving Ted insane.

You duck your head in a feeble attempt to hide your smile. Eddie sees it anyway, though, and smiles at your smiling, perhaps wider than he realizes. 

You take the cocoa from him with gentle, trembling hands. His heart skips a beat when your fingers brush over the back of his own. Yours stops entirely when he sits down on the bench beside you — not unwelcome, of course, but more wanted next to you than you’d ever be willing to admit out loud.

Eddie hisses through his teeth and tenses beside you through a shiver. You watch him stick his pale hands in the pocket of his thin leather jacket, which he wears in spite of the inclement weather.

“Are you sure you don’t want another jacket?” you wonder sheepishly, peering at the boy through the corner of your eye.

“I’m good, princess,” he insists with a shake of his head, just before his glowing nose sniffles. “I’m a rockstar, remember? Rockstars don’t get cold.”

“Really?” you hum, quiet and sarcastic.

“Yeah. Freezing to death is, like, the least metal thing ever. It’s like, you know, using an umbrella when it’s raining— It just makes you ten times less cool.”

You shift on the creaking bench and smile at your cup of cocoa. “Well, me and the ladybug umbrella I’ve had since I was nine respectfully disagree,” you joke in shy murmurs, still so meek in humor.

Eddie laughs. You feel him trembling with it beside you from where his shoulder’s pressed against yours. You see his teeth chattering just before he lifts his hands over his mouth, breathing hard into his palms in a desperate attempt to warm them.

Your hands ache with the sudden urge to cover him up. They tremble with uncertainty when you drag the borrowed blanket from your left shoulder to drape the excess along his back. Eddie peers at you with a chocolate button-eyed look as you shift closer into him, made warm and alive by your proximity alone. He’s grateful for the act of kindness, still.

“Thanks,” he mumbles, gaze averted and cheeks pink. You’d almost think he was shy.

“Don’t mention it,” you murmur back and mean it.

“You know…” the boy lilts, nicotine-spearmint breath fanning warm across your cheek. You can hear the smile in his voice without ever even looking at him. “If you just wanted to be close to me, you coulda just said.”

You flash him a stern look from beneath your lashes, which still manages to look just as soft as the rest of you. You try not to think about how close he is to you now — close enough to make out every distinct shape of the snowflakes sticking to his wild hair.

“Don’t make it weird,” you plea through a deadpan.

“That’s a lot to ask of the local weirdo,” Eddie scoffs. “I mean, it’s kinda in the name, princess.”

“Sorry for not wanting you to freeze to death.”

Eddie meets your narrowed eyes with a crooked, pink grin dripping with mischief. 

“I like you, too, princess,” he croons quietly.

Your chest pinches. You have to remind yourself to breathe. “I didn’t say that,” you shake your head and turn away, looking back to the crowd mingling beneath falling snow and fairy lights. You don’t know why Eddie would want to be here with you, instead of over there with them. 

Eddie doesn’t know how he could want a single other thing than to be here with you.

“Didn’t have to,” you hear him say as he pulls the blanket tighter over his shoulder and shuffles closer into you. For warmth, you tell yourself. For warmth and not a damn thing else.

[prettybouquets]

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gn!reader x viktor

request; Okay so I saw that you have your requests open, and I’ve been wondering… what about a childhood friends to lovers scenario with Viktor? Hmm? Their first time meeting could be a bit messy, e.g something going wrong, an accident of some sorts? 👀 idk but yeah (I was inspired to make this request because of the song, 20cm by TXT, it’s such an adorable song if you read the translations 😭😭).

word count; 1,2k

cw; nothing!!

a/n; im a little shocked i managed to whip this up in two hours 😵‍💫 i hope this is good!!

The old cobblestone streets of Zaun had always been your playground. It was a chaotic world of twisting alleys and makeshift homes, where danger and beauty often danced hand in hand. Your first meeting with Viktor, however, was more a collision than a meeting.

Literally.

You were racing home after an errand, arms full of fresh bread from the market. Your footsteps echoed against the narrow walls when you rounded a corner too quickly. A sharp shout of surprise escaped your lips as you crashed into something—or rather, someone.

Bread tumbled from your grasp, scattering across the dusty street. “Oh no!” you exclaimed, dropping to your knees to gather the fallen loaves.

“Watch where you’re going!” a voice, tinged with annoyance and accented slightly, shot back.

Looking up, you were met with the sight of a boy about your age, a messy mop of brown hair and a pair of sharp, amber eyes glaring down at you. His arms were full of books and a metal little boat, which were now scattered around him, including his cane.

“Sorry!” you said quickly, scrambling to hand him a piece of bread as an unspoken peace offering. “I didn’t mean to—”

He sighed, brushing off his tattered shirt before crouching to help you gather the scattered items. “It’s fine,” he muttered. “Not like I was in a rush or anything.”

The sarcasm in his voice made you stifle a laugh. “Thanks for helping me, even though I ran into you.”

He shrugged, glancing at the bread in your hands. “It’s not every day you get tackled by a bread thief.”

“I’m not a thief!” you protested, holding up the loaf like it was a trophy. “I bought this fair and square!”

The corner of his mouth twitched upward in the faintest of smiles. “If you say so.”

That was the day Viktor became an unexpected part of your life.

the years in between;

Viktor was brilliant, even back then. His fascination with machines and ideas often left you feeling in awe of the way his mind worked. Despite his initial sharpness, you quickly discovered his softer side—the way his eyes lit up when he explained an invention or how he always saved the last piece of bread for you when you shared meals.

In return, you grounded him. When he got too lost in his tinkering, you reminded him to eat or sleep. When his experiments failed and frustration threatened to consume him, you were there to pick up the pieces.

The years passed, and the two of you grew together, your bond deepening into something that felt unshakable. But as you got older, you began to notice how Viktor’s presence made your heart race in ways it hadn’t before.

the confession;

Now adults, the two of you worked side by side in a modest workshop you’d cobbled together from scraps and ingenuity. Viktor was hunched over his latest creation, his brow furrowed in concentration.

“Pass me the wrench,” he said, his voice distracted.

You handed it to him without a word, watching the way his hands moved with precision. The soft glow of the nearby lamp highlighted the sharp lines of his face, and you couldn’t help but feel your chest tighten.

“Something on your mind?” Viktor asked, not looking up.

You startled slightly, caught off guard. “No. Just... thinking.”

“About?”

“About us,” you said before you could stop yourself.

That made him pause. He set the wrench down and turned to face you, his amber eyes searching yours. “What about us?”

Your heart hammered in your chest as you struggled to find the right words. “We’ve been... close for so long, Viktor. You’ve always been there for me, and I—” You hesitated, looking down at your hands. “I think I’ve been in love with you for a while now.”

The silence that followed felt unbearable. When you finally looked up, Viktor’s expression was unreadable, his gaze fixed on you.

“You’ve always been honest with me,” he said softly, stepping closer. “So I’ll be honest with you too.”

You braced yourself, expecting the rejection right there and then.

“I’ve loved you since the day we met,” he continued, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Even if it started with you knocking me over.”

A surprised laugh escaped you, and he reached out, his hand brushing against yours.

“I didn’t say anything because... I didn’t think someone like you could love someone like me,” he admitted, his voice quiet.

“Someone like you?” you repeated, frowning. “Viktor, you’re brilliant, kind, and the most determined person I know. How could I not love you?”

His fingers intertwined with yours, and for a moment, the two of you simply stood there, the world outside fading into nothingness.

“May I?” he asked softly, leaning closer.

You nodded, and Viktor closed the distance, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that was both tentative and full of unspoken emotions. It was a kiss that spoke of years of friendship, countless shared moments, and a future yet to be written.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, a rare smile lighting up his face.

“You’ve always been the one constant in my life,” he murmured. “I can’t imagine a world without you in it.”

Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes, but they were tears of joy. “Then you’ll never have to.”

The two of you stayed like that for a while, wrapped in each other’s warmth. The streets of Zaun were still just as chaotic as they’d always been, but in Viktor’s arms, you felt like you’d finally found your home.

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Everything Has Changed

Summary: In which Rafe and Reader find out they're expecting.

You hadn’t been feeling well for a couple of days. You were exhausted and despite your best efforts, you couldn’t keep food down. The scent of your favorite candle became unbearable and the smell of Rafe’s new cologne made you want to gag. 

“Are you okay?” Rafe asked after you finished throwing up for the third time that week. 

“I’m fine,” you replied while wiping your mouth.“It’s just a stomach bug or something. I’ll get over it soon.”

“I think you should go to the doctor,”. Rafe said while getting dressed for work. “You know I hate seeing you sick baby.” 

“I’ll be fine,” you reassured, “You need to leave for work now or you’ll be late.” 

“I know, I know,” Rafe replied. “I’ll see you later,” he said, giving you a kiss on the cheek and heading out the door. 

After Rafe left, you returned to the bathroom to finish your morning routine. You opened the cabinet below the sink to get a new tube of toothpaste when you noticed an unopened box of pads. 

“Shit.” You whispered to yourself.

You waited until Rafe left for work the next day to go to the pharmacy and pick up a pregnancy test. When you got home, you began drinking copious amounts of water to encourage yourself to pee. 

You were scared out of your mind. You knew Rafe had a tumultuous childhood and you weren’t sure how he would react to the prospect of bringing a baby into the world. Despite dating for 3 years and living together for 1, you and Rafe had never gone into detail about having children. Whenever the topic came up, you both spoke about it vaguely. You knew you had to find out if you were pregnant for sure before you started worrying. 

You ran to the bathroom with the box of tests in your hands. You peed on the stick and set a timer, pulse racing while you waited for the results. 

After the timer went off, you flipped the test over. Two lines tauntingly stared back at you.

You sat on the bathroom floor with the positive pregnancy test while your heart raced. You were scared, nervous, excited and panicked all at the same time. Your mind could not help but drift to how Rafe would react. 

When he came home from work that evening, you decided it would be best to rip the bandaid off and tell him.

“Rafe,” you said, voice almost in a whisper. “We need to talk.”

His brow furrowed immediately. He had been worrying about your health for the past few days. He couldn’t ignore your continued nausea. He had been urging you to go to the doctor for what felt like weeks but you had turned him down everytime.

“What’s wrong,” he replied urgently. “Are you okay?”

You nodded while holding the pregnancy test behind your back. “I know you know I haven’t been feeling well and I think I found out why,” you said while trying to keep your voice steady. You moved your hands from behind your back and offered Rafe the test.

His eyes dropped to the object in your hand that read PREGNANT.  He froze, looked at you, looked down at the test, and looked up at you again. “I-Is this,” he said shakily, “A-Are you-“

“Pregnant.” You finished for him trying and failing to seem confident. 

For a moment, Rafe didn’t say anything. Then to your surprise, he began laughing. “Holy shit,” he said running his hand through his buzz cut while pacing. “You’re serious?” 

You nodded watching his expression morph from worry to excitement. He put the test down on the table and pulled you into his arms. 

“You’re having our baby.” he stated, voice laced in wonder as his eyes began to fill with tears. 

“I’m having our baby.” You repeated.  “Are you happy or-“ you asked after a beat, trying to gauge how he truly felt about the situation. 

“Of course I'm happy baby,” he replied excitedly. “You’re going to be the best mom,” he continued. “I’m going to love this kid so much, just like I love you.”

You could help but begin to tear up at Rafe’s soft words. You felt a wave of relief wash over you. You had worried that maybe Rafe wouldn’t want to be a father. The fact that he had reassured you meant he was in it for the long haul. 

You both stood in silence for a moment, allowing the news to sink in. Rafe continued to hold you close. You could feel his heartbeat. It felt as if he didn’t want to let you go. 

“Okay,” Rafe said after a few minutes or hours, you couldn’t tell, “I’ve got you. Whatever you need. I’m not gonna let you do this alone. I promise.” He finished with a voice full of conviction. 

In that moment, despite the nerves and the what ifs, you knew everything would be okay. Rafe was on your side and he wasn’t letting go. 

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Levi: Is it lame to say I missed you? Robin: No-.. don’t you think it’s nice when people say things like that? [Levi shrugged loosely, heel scuffing against the pavement as he avoided the question] Levi: Why’d you start talking to me again? Robin: I’m over it, in the grand scheme of things… Levi: But? Robin: Not everyone’s gonna be as understanding as me, Levi. You’re gonna have to learn-… Levi: I’m sorry, okay?! [Levi huffed; smoke from a stolen, slightly disgusting cigarette billowing from his mouth-.. that hadn’t come out right] Levi: Sorry-.. I’m sorry-.. like, genuinely sorry. Robin: I know. Levi: That’s it? Robin: What’d you expect? Levi: I don’t know… Robin: It didn’t have to be a big deal. Levi: Penny just doesn’t get it, y’know? Otherwise, she wouldn’t have joked about it. [Robin highly doubted that, but Penelope was a whole ‘nother kettle of fish entirely] Robin: You shouldn’t have told her either-.. you fucked up as well. Levi: I didn’t mean to-.. but yeah, my bad. Robin: It could’ve been over and done with if you’d just said that from the start. Levi: Guess I had to learn the hard way… [Robin let out a snort, knowing full well who’d planted that seed within Levi’s mind] Levi: If you ever tell me anything again, I promise I won’t tell anyone. Robin: Don’t make promises you can’t keep. Levi: Well, I intend to keep it, so… [Robin smiled warmly; comforted by Levi’s conviction and relieved by the weight lifted from his friend’s shoulders] Robin: Good. Levi: You get it though, right? Like.. I still have to hang out with them, it’d make things awkward if I didn’t. Robin: I’m sure there’s more than one way to get a scholarship. Levi: [hums] I’ll try n’ keep them off your back anyway-.. pretty sure you did a good job of that on your own though. Robin: I shouldn’t have done that. Levi: Eh, he was asking for a smack. Robin: Kinda…

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Robin: What..? Levi: Can I ask you something? Robin: Always. Levi: Do you like boys? Robin: [laughs] Why, have you got a confession up your sleeve too? Levi: HAH-.. NO! I only like girls, but what about you? Robin: I don’t know-.. I think I’m pan. Levi: What’s that, like bi? Robin: I guess I don’t really think of people in terms of gender, like it doesn’t matter. Levi: I knew it! Okay, I just had the best idea ever. [Robin’s brow raised-.. whatever Levi was thinking, it must’ve literally just popped into his head] Levi: So, Aster totally has a crush on you, right? Robin: Oh-.. right? Levi: If you went out with him, it’d be like a free ticket to being cool. Robin: I don’t really want to be cool, to be honest. Levi: Okay, whatever-.. but that’d pretty much guarantee them leaving you alone. Like, it’s an unwritten rule you can’t be a dick to someone’s other half, y’know? [Robin squinted, less than convinced-.. he wasn’t sure Aster would be so open to parading him around like that] Levi: C’mon, it’s genius! Robin: I wouldn’t even know how to ask him out-.. I still can’t speak to him. [Levi huffed, frustrated by Robin’s lack of enthusiasm for his master plan] Robin: I guess I could-… Levi: Leave it to me. Robin: I don’t know if that’s a good idea. Levi: Just trust me! I’ll think of something. Robin: Hmm… Levi: Please? We’d get to hang out way more often. Robin: It wouldn’t be the same. Levi: Better than nothing? [Robin couldn’t help but laugh as Levi shoved him excitedly] Robin: [snorts] Fine. Levi: YES! Okay, okay.. just make sure you get detention again on Monday. Robin: Easy-peasy.

[jiinxswife]

Choosing you Jinx x Fem!reader

warnings: season 2 spoilhers, jinx choosing reader over ekko, reader being insecure and jealous of ekko, crying autor note: this is pretty much some short of part two of how would they meet, but you can read this post without having to read the first one, just another silly drabble of mine

autor note: this is for us, weird girlies who feel jealous of ekko and want jinx for oursevles. lets have a treat

jinx will be written on blue, reader on pink

Hallucinations will be written on red

you dont quite to know when or how you found out about him, probably it was due to Jinx's mentdown rambles, how she said his name, how it was "always a dance with her", before her breakdown was again, over her death family. you tried not to think about it, after all, he was probably just her childhood boyfriend or something, who would be jealous of that? you've had childhood boyfriends yourself, and you definitely woulnd't leave jinx for them, so why are you so scared of him coming back to her life?

you try not to fuzz or think much about it over the next weeks, the last thing you need is your girlfriend to think that now she can't vent or express her feelings to you because you can get sad\hurt over things she says or feels, it was hard enough to get her to emotionally trust you, you don't want to fuck things up

You hide your feelings well, even from you, until one day, you caught yourself biting your just-made nails, taking off parts of the nail polish, that matches jinx’s and tearing up while jinx was showering, allowing, even if only for some minutes, anxiety and fear to consume you. When you hear the water noise ceasing, you quickly wipes your tears and takes some deep breaths, calming down before jinx entered in the room, clean and fresh

“ugh , toots, I think you should wash my hair tomorrow, I don’t wash it was well as you do” she says, but her untouched, dry braids show that she didn’t even try to and just wanted you to spoil her

“Sure thing, love” you answer, earning an eyebrow raise from her, probably surprised at your lack of teasing and snark answers. Her eyes go all over you, searching for any sign of injury or sickness before she stares at your hands, noticing the state of your nails, and, knowing that they were made not so long ago, she was able to deduce that you are worried about something since whenever you were, you would pick on them. She walks to you and sits down on the bed, by your side, wrapping an arm around you, hand softly squeezing your shoulder, in an act to remind herself that you’re real, not an hallucination

“Toots? What’s wrong? You seem off” she questions, before you wave her off with a smile “I’m fine, just extra tired today” you say, ignoring how dry your throat is starting to feel just for being asked if something is wrong

“Yeah, fine my ass” jinx says, rolling her eyes and bitting her lower lip in an attempt to decide what to do “don’t lie to me, what’s wrong?”

You close your hands into fists; bitting your lower lip, habit you got from the girl sat by your side. You look away, in an attempt to not cry “it’s stupid and“ before you could finish, jinx softly hits you on the head with the arm that was previously wrapped around you “if you’re crying, it’s not stupid” she tries to add a playful smile “and I think my girlfriend is smarter then to cry over stupid things” jinx sighs when she doesn’t have a positive answer from you, her smile fades and she opens her mouth to speak before you cut her off “you wouldn’t leave me, would you?”

“You’re not giving her enough” “you are not good enough” “you’re not worth of her love”

Milo’s, Claggor’s and Silco’s voice echoes through Jinx’s head, making her mind fuzzy and unable to think of an answer “I- you- fuck” you feel tears starting to form on your face “I heard you speaking sometimes about a guy named Ekko” you look down, tears falling down on your lap “how it’s ‘always a face with him’” you face your girlfriend for the first time since you started talking, your eyes filled with tears, showing insecurity and vulnerability “if he came back to your life, you wouldn’t leave me for him; would you?”

Your words take Jinx out of guard, she tries to answer, but once more you cut her off “I know how you didn’t quite want me in your life, I remember how you tried to get rid of me and how hard it was- you stop yourself, looking away and you tearing up even more, your overthinking becoming a mess of feelings and words inbuilt head- hard for you to fall for me, and hearing about that Ekko guy started to make me think that maybe all of that was because you were waiting for him to come back, and you’re just with me because you lost hope but can still leave me if he comes back” you rub your templates as you cry, moving to wipe your tears, refusing to look at Jinx “and I know it’s stupid to be jealous over someone you mentioned on a mental breakdown, and I didn’t want to tell you because i didn’t want you to worry that when showing me your feelings you might hurt me” you’re embarrassed of yourself and at lost of words, wiping pathetically your own tears as jinx moves to hug you, embracing you completely “I’m so sorry”

“Fuck.. toots, look” she mumbles her voice a bit hoarse from the tension and meaning of the moment, she was never able to express herself well with words “yeah, I guess I did short of like Ekko once,” she sighs, thinking of a manner to decode her feelings into words “but not like how i like you. I had a crush on him when we were kids, but then we stayed without talking for seven years” she says as she manages to hug you even more “and once we reunited” she chuckles, a mix of a bitter chuckle and a lighthearted one “well, it was to try to kill each other, and then to … stop me from doing a big shit” you look at her, trembling, hurt, vulnerable, but obviously wanting, no, needing to believe jinx “I’m not in love with him, toots. I’m..” she sighs, saying that was never easy for her “I’m in love with you, okay? I wouldn’t be dating you otherwise. It took me long to fall for you” she softly kiss the top of your head “longer then it should, but I’m smitten. I won’t leave you for anyone, much less for Ekko”

she grabs one of your hands and softly squeeze it while still hugging you “and that thing about worrying that I might worry about hurting when I vent to you, it’s okay, I won’t worry. You are allowed to feel hurt to.” She chuckles and smiles at you “heh! That was a lot of “worry” for just a phrase, right, hun?” She jokes, getting a soft chuckle from you

“I- thank you. I love you” you say to your girlfriend, hugging her tightly as you close your eyes, letting your last tears fall before being consumed by a feeling of love and comfort “same for you; toots; same for ya”

[helenisaweirdo]

think I’ll miss you forever; like the stars miss the sun in the morning sky ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

when they leave you—but don’t worry, they’ll come back.

ft; kaiser, sae, barou

part 2 - sae

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“so, you’re going to Spain?”

the ice cream’s movement to sae’s lips stopped as he looked towards you. “yeah, i…who told you that? rin? or was it my parents?” sae placed the ice cream in between his lips again, eyes fixated on you.

“rin did, but I think your parents were planning on telling me asap. but…don’t you think it’s a little early? you’re 13. i get that you’re talented and all, but going to a whole other continent when you just turned into a teenager?” you asked. you stared at the ocean in front of you. “you can barely even solve long division, how are you going to survive there not knowing anything but soccer?”

sae raised his eyebrows, handing you an ice cream. “I’ll be living in the Real Madrid dorms. and I’ll try to call and text you as much as i can. it’s not that big of a deal; im sure that the players at Spain won’t be too much of a challenge. so just wait for me, alright?”

and how could you reject that glimmer in his eyes?

“alright.”

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4 years later

“sae! you’re back!”

ignoring the suitcase he was dragging behind him, you jumped onto sae, arms wrapping around him tightly. finally, he was back. it would only be for a bit, yes, but back nonetheless. you looked back at his face, and you froze. “you…did you get any sleep? you have terrible circles under your eyes and you honestly just look so…exhausted.”

teal eyes looked into yours before looking away. “im fine. and its good to see you again. im surprised you actually came to pick you up, since finals are this week for Japan.” why was he so pale? and what the hell was he saying?

“of course I’d come pick you up, I haven’t seen my best friend in what, 4 years now? and what brought the sudden change to a midfielder?” you asked, taking his suitcase. his eyes flicked away.

“and why should I tell you.”

silence. “are you tired or something? did you get no sleep on the plane?” you asked. sae ignored you, only walking to the exit of the airport. you led him to your car begrudgingly.

after an excruciatingly silent ride to his house, sae finally decided to perform his first pleasant act of the evening.

“i missed you.”

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OH MY BBY SAE WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU IN SPAIN😭😫😢

[themostlesbianever]

College AU Sevika x reader

A/N: I am genuinely so sorry for having y'all wait for so long😔 I was busy with Christmas prep and then Christmas.

I will be trying to post more frequently but im not promising anything.

Thanks for all the support so far🙏🙏 Enjoy!

(This is semi-proofread, its nearly 3 am and im tired, but i wanted to give you the next chapter)

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A few weeks have passed and you’re settling into the college routine nicely, struggling here and there but still, nicely. You and Sevika have been getting closer as well, you would even go so far as to call her a friend. You don’t see her all the time because she’s busy with schoolwork, friends and extracurriculars. Just like you. After a day or 2 you had found out she plays rugby which was understandable with the way she was built. She also frequents the campus gym, lifting impressive amounts of weight while making it look easy.

You’re sitting on your bed reviewing some sheet music, you had always been a bit of a band kid, trying out a bunch of instruments before finally settling on the trumpet. You signed up for band at college and managed to get in. Together with, obviously, Ekko, who plays the drums. Sevika is also sitting on her bed but she’s on her phone. You glance over at her, it looks like she's texting someone.

Then the corner of her mouth lifts up slightly. “What are you smiling at?” you ask, the sudden noise makes her smile drop and her gaze move over to you. “Nothing” she replies, clearly lying. You raise one brow at her and tilt your head slightly, making her rethink her answer.

“Okay fine, so there's this girl an-”. She stops talking when she sees your facial expression change from interested to surprised. “You like women?” you question, and now it's her turn to look surprised. “Was that” she pauses for a second. “Was that not obvious?” she asks, a hint of confusion in her voice.

You simply blink at her and shrug your shoulders. You tell her to continue and she lets out a small chuckle before doing just that. “Well this girl, Rose, slid into my dm’s complimenting one of my photo dumps and we started talking. And now we're kind of flirting, I guess.” A small smile starts to creep onto her lips as she speaks.

“And she’s like, SO pretty oh my god” she continues. “Does she go here?” you ask and she nods. “Anyways” she mumbles, trying to shift the attention off of herself and onto you. You’ve noticed she does that a lot, she doesn’t like talking about herself and is quite closed off. She has been opening up a tiny bit to you as you’ve gotten to know each other. A little fun fact here, a random memory there. It’s been nice.

“What have you been staring at for the past like, hour?” she asks and you sigh before speaking. “It’s the new music we got for band. It's incredibly annoying to play and I have to memorize it.” She furrows her brows a bit. "Wait." She pauses and looks at you, a hint of amusement in her eyes. “You’re a band kid?” You can’t help but be slightly offended.

“Why do you say that like it's a bad thing? I’ll have you know, I'm very cool” You say while pointing your index finger at her. “Oh I believe that, don’t worry.” She chuckles. “What instrument do you play?” You proudly tell her you play the trumpet which she admits is quite impressive.

She then gets up from her bed, walking over to you and grabbing the music sheets from your hand. Her eyes scan the paper, the more she reads the more her brows furrow, after about a full minute of her looking at the sheets in silence, she looks up at you and speaks. “what the fuck.” You laugh at that.

“Exactly what I’m thinking” you say. “How do you read that shit, seriously?” She asks and gives the pieces of paper back to you. “Oh I've been playing for years, I started with lessons. At first I was actually learning, I learned all the grips and notes, how to hold it correctly, bla bla bla. But then it became learning and memorizing random songs I didn’t care about. So I quit. Just the lessons tho, I never stopped playing.” You explain.

She listens intently, nodding along as you ramble on about your many teachers, performances, friends you had made along your musical journey and how you had begged your mum for your very own trumpet. Quitting lessons also meant having to give back the trumpet they had given to you. Well, not really given, your mum had to pay a monthly fee for lessons and said trumpet.

After a little while you realise you’ve been rambling and apologise. “Oh I’m sorry, I talk a lot” you say quietly. The room suddenly feels very warm, your face heating up in embarrassment. “You’re fine dude” Sevika says. “It’s very entertaining, so don’t worry. You can talk however much you like.” She offers you a soft smile. You smile back and thank her.

Somewhere during your ramble she sat back down on her own bed and leaned back against the wall. She still sits there unmoving, just looking at you in silence, it’s a comfortable silence that the both of you sit in for a bit before you remember you should really be studying this music and look back down at the sheets.

After a while of reviewing your sheets, practicing changing the grips by pretending you’re playing and counting how long you have to be silent for before you have to start playing again, you have had enough. You inhale deeply and breathe it out in the form of a sigh. Sevika looks up at you, a questioning look in her eyes. You hold the sheets up and she chuckles.

You hop off your bed and pull out a binder from one of the bed drawers, placing the music sheets neatly where they belong before closing it and putting it back inside the drawer. Then Sevika speaks. “You said you own a trumpet, did you take it with you for band? Or do you get one from the school”. You turn back around and rest your hips against the wooden frame of your bed, facing Sevika who is still sitting on hers.

“I think there's an option to rent an instrument from the school but I took my own with me, I just prefer it over a random trumpet. Not that they’d be super different from each other but you know. Plus it was possible they wouldn’t even have one for me.” You answered. She simply nods before asking to see your trumpet.

You agree and walk over to your closet, where you store your trumpet, and take it out. You put the storage case on your bed and unclasp it, opening the lid and stepping aside so Sevika can see. She gets off her bed and steps over to the open case. She reaches one of her hands out, glancing over at you as if to ask for permission to touch it. You nod and she runs her fingers over the cold instrument.

“It’s quite pretty” she says and you let out a small huff of air that could be considered a laugh. “It’s really not Sevika. It’s old and it's not as clean as it used to be” you admit and she shrugs. “I think it's pretty.” You’re about to tell her your old trumpet really isn’t that special when you hear a knock at the door.

Sevika walks over and opens the door slightly to see who’s knocking, she opens it all the way when she sees its Ekko. He steps inside. “Dude, do you ever read your texts?” he questions. You shoot him a confused look, he sighs. “Sorry dude, I was reviewing the new music. You are aware we’re supposed to start memorizing it. right?” you ask him, genuinely wondering if he had listened to the given instructions.

“Of course I’m aware” he says while rolling his eyes at you. “Anyway I wanted to ask if you wanted to get lunch. But you weren’t replying so I decided to come over before our possible lunch plans turned into dinner plans” he says, then he looks at you with a disappointed look on his face. “I thought of that amazing joke and I don’t even get a smile? Rude”

“It really wasn’t that funny” you tell him and he rolls his eyes again. Then he looks at Sevika, a hopeful look in his eyes. “Don’t bring me into this.” She says and throws her hands up in the air.

“Fine, but do you wanna get lunch or not?” He asks, looking back at you again. You nod before turning to Sevika. “You wanna come with us” you ask. “Sure why not,” she shrugs. You close the trumpet case and put it back in your closet. “Lets go then.”

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[loveanton]

growing pains | lee anton

⟶ summary: with the twins off to camp for a week, you and anton spend time with your son.

˗ˏˋpairing: husband!anton x f!reader ❀ genre: slice of life au ❀ word count: 6.2k ⟶ warnings: pure fluff!!

✎୭: i don’t think i’ll ever get sick of writing dad anton

“Can’t I just stay with you and Daddy?” Chanmi asks, her voice small and nervous as she sits at her vanity, fidgeting with the hairbrush in her hands.

You’re carefully braiding her hair, trying to hide the worry in your own chest. “I know you’re nervous, sweetie, but you’re going to have so much fun at camp. Jaehee’s going to be there too. You won’t be alone.”

From the corner of the room, Anton helps Yechan pack her things. Yechan is practically bouncing, clearly excited for the week ahead. She turns around to look at her twin sister, her voice cheerful. “But Chanmi, we have to go together. We’re best friends! We can’t leave one of us behind. It’ll be so much fun.”

Chanmi pouts and crosses her arms, clearly unconvinced. “Yechan will be fine without me. She always is.”

You give her a soft smile, trying to ease her worries. “But you’ll have a chance to make new friends too, sweetie. Just think of all the things you’ll get to do, and I’ll be here with Chanwoo and Daddy, waiting for you to tell us all about it when you get home. And remember, Daddy and I are only a phone call away.”

Anton walks over, giving his daughter a reassuring look. “You’re going to do great, Chanmi. And we’ll be right here when you get back.”

Finally, after a few moments of silent hesitation, you see Chanmi’s expression shift slightly. She looks up at you, her lip still slightly pouted, but she seems a little less unsure. “Okay… I guess I’ll go,” she murmurs softly.

“Good girl,” you say gently, finishing off her braid. “Now let’s get you packed.”

As Chanmi heads toward her suitcase, you move over to Yechan, who’s practically done with her packing. You sit her down and begin to braid her hair, the neat, sleek style contrasting with Chanmi’s two side braids.

“What are you most excited about?” you ask, carefully parting her hair for the second braid.

Yechan grins, her excitement palpable. “I’m excited to make new friends!” You smile, thinking how Yechan’s answer is so typical of her—the constant curiosity and energy.

You finish her braid just as Chanwoo trots over, clutching his stuffed animal, his curly hair even more defined than before. “Mama, my hair?” he asks, looking up at you with wide eyes.

You laugh softly, brushing a curl away from his face. “Of course, sweetie,” you say, picking up the comb. You quickly style his hair, his curls becoming more and more defined as he gets older. It’s a small but sweet moment that makes you realize how much your little ones are growing.

Once the packing is done, you call Anton over to help get the kids in the car. He grabs Chanmi and Yechan’s bags, then heads toward the car with the kids while you grab snacks for the drive.

The car ride is filled with the sound of questions from the twins, each one more curious than the last. You’ve handed out snacks to everyone—Cheerios for Chanwoo, granola bars for the twins, and a small bottle of water for each of them, trying to keep them content for the ride.

Yechan is the most vocal. “Will this be our new school?” she asks, looking out the window with her wide eyes full of wonder.

You smile at her, giving a nod. “Yes, sweetie. This is your new school.”

“Will Chanwoo go here too?” Yechan asks, eyes moving from you to Anton, who’s focused on driving.

You answer before Anton can, a little teasing in your voice. “Yes, but not yet. He’s still a little young.”

Yechan furrows her brow, thinking hard. “What if we don’t have the same classes?”

You look at her through the rearview mirror. “You might not, but that’s not a bad thing, sweetie. Think of all the new friends you’ll make and all the new things you can share with each other.”

“What if we don’t share a room like we do at home?” Chanmi asks softly from her seat, her voice still unsure.

“No, you get to pick your rooms,” you assure her with a gentle smile. “You can even decide if you want to be near each other or not.”

For a few minutes, the only sounds in the car are the faint rustling of snacks and the occasional hum of the car engine. You can tell Chanmi is still a little anxious, her fingers tapping on the side of her seat. She’s quiet, taking in the new experience but not quite ready to embrace it.

Finally, after a long pause, Chanmi turns to her father, her voice small. “Will you miss us?”

Anton’s eyes meet hers in the rearview mirror, and he responds honestly, “Of course, sweetie. I miss you both even when I’m at work, but sometimes, we need to do things that make us a little uncomfortable in order to grow.”

You nod in agreement, your heart heavy with the thought of the kids being away for the first time. “I’m going to miss you so much, Chanmi,” you say softly, your voice catching a little. “I’m sad I can’t stay with you, but Daddy’s right. You’re going to have so much fun.”

This seems to reassure her, and she looks out the window with a small, uncertain smile.

Chanwoo, meanwhile, is still happily munching on his snacks, not fully understanding what’s going on. Suddenly, he looks up at his parents, his little face confused. “Where going?”

Chanmi, taking it upon herself to explain, turns to him and says, “We’re going to camp for a week, silly.”

Chanwoo tilts his head, the word “camp” not quite registering in his little mind. “Camp?”

Yechan, ever eager to explain, chimes in. “It’s a place where we’re going to learn and play games, and make new friends!”

Chanwoo shrugs and goes back to his snacks, not too concerned by it. His world is simple, and the notion of camp is just another word in a long string of new words to him.

When you finally arrive at the private school, the sight of so many kids makes the twins’ eyes widen with excitement. Anton helps them out of the car one by one, grabbing their bags and urging them forward while you carry a curious Chanwoo in your arms, his little legs dangling in the air as he takes in the busy atmosphere.

As soon as Yechan spots Jaehee, she lets out an excited squeal. “Jaehee!” she calls, and before you can even react, she’s bolting toward her friend, arms wide open for a hug.

Chanmi stands by your side, looking around at all the kids, her eyes wide. You see the mix of curiosity and hesitation on her face, but you can see she’s warming up to the idea of being here.

“Go say hi to Jaehee, sweetie,” Anton encourages gently, walking alongside you and guiding Chanmi forward.

Chanmi hesitates for a moment longer but then slowly walks over to Jaehee, who is already hugging Yechan tightly. Jaehee pulls Chanmi into the embrace too, holding her close and chatting excitedly. “We should pick our rooms! We get to choose, right? I want the top bunk!”

Chanmi’s eyes brighten slightly at the mention of bunk beds, her earlier anxiety beginning to melt away. “The top bunk?” she asks, her voice sounding much more eager now.

“Yep!” Jaehee nods enthusiastically. “We’ll have so much fun. I can’t wait for sleepovers!”

As they continue to chat, you let out a soft sigh of relief, glad to see Chanmi starting to relax. Anton, meanwhile, is talking with Sungchan, his voice low but steady as they discuss the logistics of the camp. You can see the subtle excitement in their voices—both proud fathers, happy their children are embarking on this new adventure together.

You find yourself walking a little slower, trying to keep Chanwoo entertained while he starts to get a little restless. “Are we almost there?” he asks, tugging at your sleeve with a frown.

“We’re almost there, buddy,” you reassure him, bouncing him slightly in your arms to distract him.

Eventually, you all arrive at the assigned cabin. Anton gestures for the girls to pick their room, and they race up the stairs to the second floor. The first room they find is unclaimed, and they immediately decide that’s the one. You carry Chanwoo inside, feeling a sense of nostalgia creep up on you as you glance around at the sparse but cozy cabin.

Anton sets down their bags, and with Sungchan and his wife’s help, the twins’ and Jaehee’s beds are made up. You sit at one of the desks, finally taking a moment to catch your breath after all the walking. The cabin, while quiet, has a warm, welcoming vibe, and you try to focus on that instead of the sadness that tugs at your heart.

Once the beds are made and clothes put away, the dorm parents come upstairs to let you know it’s almost time for the parents to say goodbye. The twins, now more comfortable, are chatting animatedly with Jaehee as you feel your stomach tighten with the realization that it’s time to leave.

You try to swallow the growing lump in your throat, but it’s hard to hold back the tears. This is the first time you’ve ever been away from them for this long, and the thought of leaving them, even if they’ll have so much fun, stings more than you expected. You try to convince yourself that it’s just pregnancy hormones, but the sadness still feels so real.

Anton notices your struggle and pulls you into a gentle hug, kissing the top of your head. “Everything’s going to be okay,” he murmurs softly, his voice comforting. “They’re going to have so much fun. You’ll see them again soon.”

You nod, taking a shaky breath as you dry your eyes, but the sadness still lingers. You don’t want to let go, but you know this is a part of growing up for them.

The final goodbyes are said, with promises to call if anything goes wrong. You stand with Anton, your heart heavy, as you walk back to the car. Once you’re safely in the car, you let the tears fall, your emotions overwhelming you. Anton, ever the steady presence, pulls you close, wrapping his arm around you.

“I’m going to miss them so much,” you whisper, your voice thick with emotion.

Anton’s hand is there on your shoulder, offering comfort. “It’s alright,” he whispers, pulling you close.

And in the back seat, you can hear Chanwoo, ever so innocent, trying his best to comfort you. “Mama sad?”

You laugh through your tears, wiping your face with the back of your hand. “Mama’s okay, sweetie.”

You try to focus on the sound of Chanwoo’s soft babbling in the backseat, his innocent voice somehow easing the tension in your chest. Still, the sadness keeps creeping in, and it doesn’t help that your hormones are all over the place. You can’t help but feel like you’re on the verge of breaking down again.

Anton, sensing your lingering distress, glances over at you as he shifts the car into drive. “Let’s go grab some food, huh?” His voice is gentle, as if he knows you need a little distraction, something to break the weight of the moment.

“Mm-hmm,” you murmur, not really sure what you want but knowing that food might help.

From the backseat, Chanwoo perks up. “Chicken?” His voice is bright and eager, the word drawing a smile from you despite yourself.

You turn around to look at him, your heart warmed by his simplicity. “You want chicken, baby? We’ll get you chicken,” you promise, a small laugh escaping you as he nods enthusiastically.

Anton raises an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at his lips as he glances at you. “How about we grab some food nearby?”

You nod, feeling a bit lighter as the idea of a meal out together starts to appeal. Anton pulls into a small, cozy restaurant a few blocks away, one that’s tucked away from the busy streets. It’s quiet, a perfect place for a moment of calm amidst your emotional storm.

Once inside, you all settle into a booth. Anton sits across from you, Chanwoo perched happily on his lap, coloring a page he was given. His little fingers hold the crayons with determination as he concentrates on his masterpiece, which consists mostly of scribbles but in his eyes, it’s art.

You sit back for a moment, your thoughts drifting to the girls. You imagine them walking into their cabin, meeting new friends, having fun, but then the worry sets in. What if they don’t have fun? What if something happens to them? You bite your lip, trying to push the thoughts away, but the anxiety remains, a tight knot in your stomach.

“Anton…” you start, your voice soft, “Did you pack Yechan’s anemia meds?”

Anton glances up from the coloring page and meets your gaze, his expression softening with understanding. He can see the worry written on your face. “I did,” he says gently, his voice steady. “I packed them all. And I gave the dorm parent a list of things that irritate the girls, as well as their likes and dislikes. I made sure everything’s covered.”

You nod, the anxiety lifting slightly. You know Anton’s thorough, and his reassurances help, but it’s hard not to worry.

“You know, I felt the same way when I had to go on tour that first year after the twins were born,” Anton continues, his voice calm but knowing. “It was hard to leave them, especially knowing they were so young. But they grew. And they’ll have a blast at camp. You just have to trust that they’re in good hands.”

You lean back in your seat, letting his words sink in. Anton’s always been the calm one, the steady presence that can ground you when you start to feel like you’re floating off in a sea of worry.

“I know…” you say quietly, your voice thick with emotion. “I just… I wish I could be there with them. I’ve never been away from them for this long.”

Anton’s eyes soften as he reaches across the table, his hand resting gently over yours. “I understand, but you can’t carry all that stress, babe. It’s not good for the baby. You need to relax a little. This is the first time it’ll just be the three of us, you know? It’s a chance to give Chanwoo some extra attention, especially with another baby on the way. We should enjoy this time.”

You nod slowly, his words hitting you in a way you hadn’t expected. You hadn’t considered it like that—just the three of us. The idea of focusing on Chanwoo and giving him all the love and attention in the world, while also focusing on this new baby growing inside you, felt oddly comforting.

“You’re right,” you say, a small smile playing at the corners of your lips. “We should make the most of this time. Just the three of us.”

Anton smiles, his expression warm and tender. “Exactly.”

Before you can say anything else, the waiter comes over to take your order, and Anton orders for the table..

“We’ll have one order of your chicken and fries for this one,” Anton says, nodding toward Chanwoo, who’s still lost in his coloring page. “And for us, two bowls of tonkatsu ramen with extra veggies and a side of chill oil, please.”

The waiter jots down the orders and leaves, and you look at Chanwoo, his face lighting up as he eagerly shows off his artwork. He’s completely unaware of your earlier worries, content in the simple joy of his little world.

“So,” Anton says, his tone shifting back to a more playful note. “What do you think about going to Lotte World after lunch?”

You freeze for a second, considering it. It’s mid-February, and there’s still snow on the ground. It’s chilly outside, but there’s a certain peace that comes with going to an amusement park when it’s not packed with people. With the crowds low and the cold keeping fans away, it could be the perfect opportunity to enjoy some time together without being recognized.

“I’m open to that,” you say slowly, your eyes meeting Anton’s. “It’s a bit cold, but it would be nice… there’s not much of a risk of fans spotting us, especially with the weather. It could be peaceful, just the three of us.”

Anton shrugs, his usual easy-going smile lighting up his face. “Why not? Let’s go after lunch.”

You smile, feeling a little lighter now. Lotte World, while not your first choice for relaxation, seems like a perfect spot to make some memories with just the three of you. You’re sure it’ll be a much-needed distraction.

Chanwoo looks up from his coloring page, his little face beaming as he clutches the page in his hands. “Go Lotte World?” he asks, his voice hopeful.

You laugh softly. “Yes, baby. After lunch, we’ll go to Lotte World.”

The waiter soon returns with the food, the aroma of fried chicken and ramen filling the air as he sets down the plates in front of you. Chanwoo, still perched on Anton’s lap, immediately reaches for his chicken, his eyes lighting up with excitement. You watch him for a moment, the way he eagerly takes a bite, the pure joy on his face making your heart swell.

Anton picks up his chopsticks, tapping them lightly on the edge of his bowl before glancing at you with a soft smile. “Everything’s going to be okay, you know,” he murmurs, sensing the last lingering traces of your anxiety.

You nod, offering him a small smile in return. “I know,” you reply, your tone quieter than usual.

As you start eating, your eyes wander over to Anton’s bowl, even though your ramen is identical to his. Something about the way he’s eating makes his food look…better. Without thinking much of it, you set your chopsticks down and lean slightly forward. “Can I try yours?” you ask, almost sheepishly.

Anton chuckles, raising an eyebrow. “It’s the same as yours,” he teases, but there’s no mistaking the amusement in his voice.

“I know,” you say, laughing softly, “but your food always tastes better.”

He laughs, shaking his head as he pushes his bowl closer to you. “Alright, go ahead.”

You take a bite and chew slowly, pretending to think about it as Anton watches you with a knowing smirk. Truthfully, you do think his food tastes better, though you don’t say it out loud. But Anton can read you like a book, and he leans forward slightly, lowering his voice. “Do you want to switch?”

Caught off guard, you meet his gaze, then nod bashfully. “Maybe…”

He chuckles again, sliding his bowl toward you without hesitation. “Anything for you, babe.”

You mumble a quick “thank you” before pulling his bowl in front of you. As you dig in, you can’t help but think he was right—it really is the same, but something about having his bowl feels better.

“Mommy likes Daddy’s food,” Chanwoo pipes up suddenly, his eyes darting between you both as he continues to munch on his chicken. “I wanna try!”

Anton laughs, pulling his chopsticks up again. “Are you sure, buddy? It’s spicy.”

Chanwoo nods enthusiastically. “I’m big boy!”

Anton raises an eyebrow but humors him, carefully blowing on a bite of noodles before offering it to his son. Chanwoo eagerly leans forward and takes the bite but immediately scrunches his face, his little hand waving in front of his mouth.

“Too spicy!” Chanwoo exclaims, grabbing his cup of water and drinking quickly.

You and Anton burst into laughter, the sound filling the small restaurant. “Told you,” Anton says, shaking his head as he rubs Chanwoo’s back.

Chanwoo pouts briefly but soon returns to his food, clearly content to avoid any more spicy experiments.

As you all eat, Chanwoo’s curious little voice pipes up again. “When will Yeye and Mimi Noona come back?” he asks, tilting his head.

You swallow, your heart twisting a little at the mention of your girls. “They’ll be back in a week, sweetie,” you answer, keeping your tone light.

“How long is a week?” Chanwoo presses, his brow furrowing.

“Seven days,” you answer, watching as Anton gently cuts up his chicken for him.

“Is that long?” he asks, his little face scrunching up as he tries to figure it out.

“A little,” Anton says, smiling at his son. “But it’ll be over before you know it.”

Chanwoo seems satisfied for the moment but quickly jumps to another question. “Can we go back to Lotte with Noonas when they come back?”

“Of course we can, baby,” you say, reaching across the table to ruffle his hair. “When they get back, we’ll all go together.”

Chanwoo’s face lights up, and he eagerly shares his next idea. “Can I make them a card for when they come back?”

“Absolutely,” you say with a laugh. “Do you want Mommy and Daddy to help you?”

“No,” he declares proudly, puffing his chest out. “I’m big boy.”

Anton grins. “Right, a big boy,” he echoes playfully. “Guess we’ll just have to wait and see your masterpiece.”

Chanwoo nods seriously before quickly asking, “Can we bake cookies too?”

“Sure, sweetie,” you agree, laughing again. “But you can’t eat them all.”

“Okay, Mommy!” Chanwoo chirps. “I share with you.”

Anton shakes his head, laughing. “We’ll see about that.”

The rest of the meal passes in light conversation, with Chanwoo happily munching on his chicken and chattering about everything he wants to do when his sisters return. Every so often, Anton sneaks a fond glance in your direction, the corners of his mouth curling upward when he sees you more relaxed.

Once lunch is done, Anton hands over Chanwoo to you to clean up any crumbs on his face while he casually gets up to pay the bill. You help Chanwoo out of his seat and gather up the leftovers to bring along, then walk outside, feeling the crisp winter air bite at your skin.

The drive to Lotte World is short, and as you pull up, you can see your assumption was right—there’s hardly anyone around. The park is quiet, with only a handful of people milling around, probably locals taking advantage of the off-season.

“We were right,” you murmur to Anton as he parks the car. “It’s so empty.”

“Well, you know,” Anton shrugs, grinning. “It’s February. Not the best time for a theme park visit, but it works out for us.”

You both get out of the car, and Anton lifts Chanwoo out of his seat, settling him on his hip as you all head toward the entrance. The air is cold but refreshing, and it feels good to be outside.

The entrance to the park is decorated with colorful banners and bright lights, but the mood is peaceful, almost surreal in how quiet it is. Anton buys the tickets for the three of you, and as you’re handed your headbands, Chanwoo can’t contain his excitement.

As you all head into the park, Chanwoo can’t help but show off his headband with a giant dinosaur on it. He runs around, holding his arms up in excitement.

Anton watches him, a small smile forming on his lips. “Everybody look at me!” Chanwoo yells with a big grin, just as Anton had done in that viral childhood clip at the pumpkin patch all those years ago.

You snort softly, not able to hold back your laughter. The resemblance between father and son is uncanny. Anton chuckles, glancing at you. “You hear that? He really is my son.”

You laugh again, shaking your head in amusement. “twins.”

You look down at your own headband, a delicate one with butterflies scattered all over it, and can’t help but smile. It’s simple but sweet, just like this moment.

The rest of the afternoon is filled with lighthearted fun. You all ride teacups, the classic ride that spins around in dizzying circles, and some of the other children’s rides. Chanwoo giggles the entire time, his face a picture of pure joy as he holds onto Anton’s hand. It’s so easy to get lost in his laughter, his little voice ringing out in pure delight, reminding you that these moments, however fleeting, are the ones that matter most.

After a few more rides, Chanwoo’s stomach starts to growl, and he looks up at Anton, his eyes pleading. “Cotton candy?” he asks, his little voice full of hope.

Anton glances at you, who shrugs with a smile. “Why not?” You’re willing to let him have the treat—after all, it’s a special day.

As you walk towards the cotton candy stand, Anton scoops Chanwoo up onto his shoulders, and you follow behind, walking slowly to keep pace with them. You watch as Anton and Chanwoo have their little exchange, with Chanwoo pinching his dad’s cheeks while singing about candy, completely oblivious to how adorable the whole scene is. You can’t help but snap a quick picture, the sight of the two of them so close making your heart swell.

The cotton candy arrives in a fluffy pink cloud, and Chanwoo eagerly digs in, his eyes wide with excitement. He takes a big bite, his hands sticky, but he doesn’t seem to care in the slightest.

“We’ll have to get you cleaned up afterward,” you joke as you watch him devour his treat, his smile as wide as his face.

“Not yet, mama!” Chanwoo pouts, shaking his head as he continues to eat.

After the cotton candy is finished, you all head back for a few more rides, and by the time the sun begins to set, you feel the familiar pull of home. You’re all worn out but content, and as you make your way back to the car, you know you’ve made memories today that will last forever.

You can’t help but glance at Anton, who’s holding Chanwoo’s hand, both of them grinning at each other as you walk together to the car.

The drive home feels much quieter than the journey to Lotte World. With the weight of the day settling in, you watch the city lights blink by as the car hums along the road. Chanwoo, who had been so full of energy earlier, now slumps in his car seat, his little eyes heavy with exhaustion. It’s been a long day, full of excitement and new experiences, but the kind of tiredness that comes from joy. Even you can’t help but feel that familiar sense of comfort as you glance at Anton, who looks just as content, though a bit tired from all the activities.

When you finally pull into the driveway, you let out a long sigh of relief, the quiet of home wrapping around you like a soft blanket. Anton parks the car and starts unbuckling Chanwoo from his seat. He yawns, his face scrunched in a little pout as he begins to grumble about bath time.

“I don’t want a bath,” Chanwoo whines, rubbing his eyes with his tiny fists.

Anton chuckles softly, picking him up and balancing him on his hip. “You don’t have a choice, little man. You’re covered in cotton candy,” he says, nuzzling Chanwoo’s cheek, making him giggle.

You smile as you watch them, the two of them so alike in their little mannerisms. Anton carries Chanwoo upstairs, the sound of their laughter fading as they disappear into the bathroom. 

You take the opportunity to retreat to the living room, eager to have a little time to yourself. The constant movement of the day has left you feeling worn out, so you sink into the couch, letting out a long breath. Your feet ache from all the walking, and the quiet of the house is a welcome contrast to the excitement of the afternoon.

After a few moments of peace, you decide to take a quick shower. You quickly peel off your clothes, tossing them into the laundry basket, and step into the warm stream of water. The heat relaxes your muscles, and for a few moments, you let yourself forget everything—just the soothing sound of water, the steam filling the room, and the brief escape from your thoughts. The pregnancy hormones are still there, making everything feel more intense, but in this moment, you let them ebb away.

When you finish your shower, you dry off and change into your most comfortable clothes. The old band tee you borrowed from Anton is soft and worn, the fabric comforting against your skin, and you pair it with some cozy pajama pants. You haven’t worn them in ages, but it’s one of those small comforts that brings you back to a familiar sense of home. You’re practically ready to melt into the couch when you hear Anton and Chanwoo coming back downstairs.

You turn and see Anton gently setting Chanwoo down, who’s now clad in his cozy pajamas, his little curls damp from his bath. The smell of baby shampoo lingers in the air.

“Mama! Can I stay up tonight?” he asks, his voice hopeful.

You glance at Anton, who raises an eyebrow. “I don’t know, buddy, you’ve had a long day. But maybe just a little longer tonight,” Anton says, his tone playful but also knowing that Chanwoo will likely be asleep before the extra time is even up.

You smile at the idea of giving him that extra time to enjoy the day before the exhaustion sets in. “You can stay up for a bit, but only an extra thirty minutes, okay? Then we have to go to bed.”

Chanwoo’s eyes widen in excitement. “Okay! Thirty minutes!”

He immediately drops to the floor, settling on his stomach and beginning to play with a few of his toys scattered around. You watch him for a while, entertained by how seriously he takes his little games, even at such a young age. He’s talking to his action figures in a soft voice, creating imaginary conversations between them. It’s an innocent, quiet kind of joy that you don’t want to interrupt.

Meanwhile, Anton heads upstairs to shower, leaving you to entertain Chanwoo for a while. You feel a sense of peace as you watch him. It’s one of those moments that makes your heart swell, even if you’re still missing Yechan and Chanmi. The simple joy of spending time with Chanwoo and Anton is enough to remind you of what’s truly important in these quiet, everyday moments.

Once Anton finishes his shower and returns downstairs, you all settle onto the couch to watch a movie.

You sink into the couch next to Anton, stretching your legs out and leaning back. Your mind wanders again, drifting back to the girls. You’re so used to their presence, their voices, their little habits that make the house feel full. It feels different without them, quieter, even with Chanwoo’s giggles filling the space.

Anton seems to notice your quiet mood, and he nudges you gently with his shoulder. “Hey, you okay?” he asks softly.

You nod, but the lump in your throat betrays you. “Just thinking about them,” you admit, your voice quieter than usual.

He doesn’t say anything for a moment, but you feel the weight of his presence next to you. Anton understands. He knows how hard it is to let go, even for a little while.

Chanwoo curls up in between the two of you, and though he’s restless at first, he eventually settles into the warmth of the couch, a happy little boy surrounded by his parents. It doesn’t take long before his eyelids start to droop, the exhaustion from the day catching up to him.

True to your prediction, Chanwoo’s little body finally goes still, and before his actual bedtime even rolls around, he’s fast asleep. 

Anton and you exchange a quiet glance, both of you knowing it’s time to get him to bed. Anton scoops him up gently, holding him close as you both make your way upstairs.

Once in his room, Anton places Chanwoo in his bed, tucking him in with his favorite blanket. You lean down and kiss his cheek softly. “Goodnight, sweet boy,” you whisper, your heart aching at how small and innocent he looks when he’s asleep.

Anton does the same, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. “Sleep tight, baby,” he murmurs, before both of you quietly tiptoe out of the room.

When you finally reach your bedroom, you pause at the door, your breath catching in your throat. In the center of the bed, there’s a familiar stuffed animal. It’s the giraffe plushie that Chanmi never goes anywhere without. Anton had bought it for her during a family trip to a safari in Nairobi, she named him after the city. Your heart aches seeing it there, a reminder of the little girl you left behind at camp.

You walk over and pick it up, holding it close to your chest. The tears threaten again, but you try to hold them back. “We have to go back,” you say softly, as if saying it out loud will make it real.

Anton, always the more level-headed one, takes a deep breath. “I don’t know, babe. It’s pretty late, and we told the girls to call if anything happened. I’m sure Chanmi would have looked for this first if she needed it.”

You shake your head, the emotions swirling inside of you. “I know, but I just feel like we have to do something… she’ll be upset. I know she will.”

Anton watches you for a moment, his expression softening. He knows how hard this is for you. He’s right, but you’re in denial, not wanting to face the possibility that she’s already settled in without her beloved giraffe.

Anton gently takes your hand, leading you over to the bed. “I get it, but it’s late. Let’s just call and check in. We don’t need to drive all the way back if she’s okay.”

You pause, your chest still tight, but you nod slowly. Anton pulls out his phone and calls the dorm parent for the girls’ cabin. After a few moments, the dorm parent answers, and Anton asks if he can talk to Chanmi. The dorm parent agrees and quickly goes to fetch the girls.

Chanmi’s voice is bright and excited when she picks up. “Mommy! Daddy!”

Hearing her voice eases some of the worry you’ve been carrying around. She sounds so happy, and that brings you comfort.

Anton asks softly, his voice laced with concern, “Hey, sweet girl. I just wanted to ask, did you mean to leave your giraffe behind? Should Mommy and Daddy come bring it to you?”

There’s a long pause, the silence stretching out before Chanmi finally responds. Her voice is small, but thoughtful. “I left it for you and Mommy” she says quietly. “I saw you both sad when we left. Robi always makes me happy, so I wanted to leave him for you so you’d be happy too.”

Your breath catches in your throat, the tears coming harder now as you clutch the giraffe close. “Oh, baby…” You whisper, trying to steady your voice.

Anton chuckles softly, his voice thick with emotion. “Thank you for thinking of us, sweetie. That was really kind of you. Mommy and daddy love you so much.”

The line goes quiet for a moment, “I love you too, Daddy!” Chanmi says, giggling. “Can I call you again tomorrow? I want to tell you about the bracelet I made.”

“Of course,” Anton says, his voice full of affection. “We’ll talk soon. Mommy and Daddy love you so much.”

“Bye, Mommy!” Chanmi says, her voice fading as the dorm parent takes the phone back.

The dorm parent speaks up, offering an additional update. “It sounds like she’s doing just fine. She’s not sad anymore and seems to really like the idea of camp. She’s been engaging with the other kids. They both  had a wonderful time in their classes, and she’s enjoying her new friends. Everything’s going really well.”

You feel a sense of relief wash over you as the dorm parent continues, “She seems happy, and we’ve noticed that both the girls are adjusting beautifully. They’re very focused, and they’ve made connections with the other kids in their cabin. There’s no need to worry at all.”

Anton nods, reassured, and thanks the dorm parent. “Thanks so much for keeping us updated. We really appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome,”she says. “Feel free to check in whenever you’d like. But everything is great here. They’re both doing wonderfully.”

The call ends, and you let out a long breath, finally feeling like you can relax.  Anton puts away his phone, and you crawl into bed, the giraffe plushie held close to your chest as you snuggle into Anton’s arms. He pulls you in, holding you tight as you both settle under the covers.

“Everything’s going to be okay,” Anton whispers softly, kissing the top of your head.

You nod, your heart finally at peace as you close your eyes, knowing the girls are safe, happy, and that you’ll see them again soon. For now, it’s just the three of you—Anton, Chanwoo, and you—together, and that’s all that matters in this moment.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

A Gift From the Heart

Warnings: noncon, and other dark elements. Not all kinks or triggers are tagged. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Summary: As you adjust to life on your own, the retired Sheriff makes sure that you're kept comfortable.

Character: silverfox! Lee Bodecker

Day Thirty of the December Daze Challenge.

Prompt - a homemade gift.

Note: As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You pull the cardigan around your middle and cross your arms. The wool hangs loosely with your linen dress, tenting around your figure as you pad to the front door. Your hand hovers for a moment before you grip the door knob. You hope it’s not Mrs. Griswold again. She’s friendly enough but nosy. 

You open the door and put on a smile. It turns genuine as you see your visitor. You shiver as the wind gusts around his figure and tickles your stockinged legs. 

“Sheriff,” you greet, “how are ya?” 

“Checkin’ in. Again,” he drawls as he takes his hat off and tries to tidy his hair with his pudgy fingers.  

The gray strands are coarse but thick, a bit longer than he can manage. His beard too. You suppose retirement has done away with his need to stay close shaven. 

“Oh, Mr. Bodecker, you are too kind. Ya know, I’m doin’ just fine. Makin a stew of the bone from that ham you dropped off last week,” you say. 

“Sounds delicious. Now, ain’t no type of thing as too kind.” He grins and tucks his hands into his leather jacket. He’s not the sheriff anymore but he still wears that sort of authority. “’specially this time of year.” 

“Course,” you agree thought your smile twitches. You should be happy but when the carolers come by, you only feel like sobbing. 

“Maybe not the best this year,” he comments. “Ya know, Buford, he was a good man. Rookie when I left the force but high hopes for that one. S’too bad what happened down in that ravine. Worse how’s all yer neighbours can do is whisper ‘bout it.” 

“I don’t hold it against them. They got their own lives, sheriff.” 

“And ya got me, huh?” He kids with a chortle. “Ya know, I hate to bother since you got the stew and all but I did come to give ya something. Be a lonely year ‘round the tree for ya so I thought I’d get ya a special gift.” 

“A special gift? For me, sir?” You touch your chest, keeping your other arm over your stomach. His eyes flick down but you’re sure he can’t tell through the layers. Right? You’re waiting until the new year to deal with all that. 

“Mhmm, yeah,” he once more tries to smooth his hair. “Ya know, I can’t really give it to ya here. But if you’re too busy--” 

“I can leave the stove off for a time,” you say. “Who am I to say no to a gift? Sheriff, really, you didn’t have to do all that. You’ve done enough.” 

“Someone’s gotta. Used to be, people took care of each other. An officer dies and his widow’s left to her own,” he tuts and shakes his head. “Wouldn’t be happenin’ if I was still wearing the star.” 

“You’re too sweet,” you sway. 

“Go’on, get a coat,” he says and puts his hat back on. “Don’t wanna be freezing out in this.” 

“Sir,” you nod. 

You leave him on your stoop and go to turn off the stove. You cover the pot of broth then hurry back. He went to all this trouble and you wouldn’t want to keep him out in the cold. You pull on your coat with the patch sewn in the chest and tuck your feet into your lace up boots. They aren’t very warm on their own but they’re what you got. 

You emerge, the sheriff catching the screen door and holding it until you shut the inner door. He lets it snap behind you and offers his arm. He’s so gallant in an old-fashioned sort of way. 

“Don’t want ya to slip, miss,” he says. 

You accept his offer of balance and descend the narrow steps to ground level. He takes you up the walk and opens the passenger door for you. He kept his cruiser but had the emblems removed, painted it a nice forest green. You sit on the front seat and keep your knees together as you chatter through your teeth. 

He closes the door and you watch him lumber around the hood. His breath fogs before him as he puts his face down against the bitter gusts. He climbs in next to you and takes off his hat, laying it on the dash. He turns the engine and cranks the gears with the shifter behind the wheel. 

“Ya cold?” He waves you closer, “c’mere, takes a while for this thing to warm up.” 

“Oh, sir, I’m alright,” you assure him. 

“Mmf,” he grumbles and cranes to check the road before he pulls out. “I don’t like ladies goin’ cold on my watch.” 

“Sheriff,” you preen. 

“And ya know I ain’t got the star no more, you just call me Lee,” he insists.  

“Yes, sir, uh, Lee,” you agree, clasping your hands in your lap. 

He drives, offering some chatter about the barn cat haunting his porch window or some episode down at the hardware store. The sheriff, Lee, has always been good at talking. At making people feel comfortable. It’s probably why he was so good at his job. 

“I wanted to show ya this,” he nods over the wheel. 

You come up to the river, the surface crystalline as it’s frozen over entirely. The icy sparkles in the dulled sunlight hidden behind the blanket of clouds. You lean forward to see it all, the edges framed with a dusting of the snow that pillows over the ground. 

“Oh, wow, that is pretty,” you say. 

“What can I say? I got an eye for pretty things,” he chortles and shifts in his seat. 

You stare out, marveling at the pristine and peaceful landscape. You didn’t know there were scenes like this in Knockemstiff. To be fair, you hadn’t paid much attention where he was driving. You peer back through the rear window and see dark sentinels speckled around the winding road. 

“So, ya ready?” he asks. 

“Sir,” you flinch and look at him. 

“For your gift, honey,” he feels around his jacket, tucking his hand inside as he pokes his fingers into the pocket there. “Ya know, don’t got no criminals to chase so I got some new hobbies.” He plucks out something he quickly hides in his fist. “Keep myself busy.” He keeps his hand balled. “So I made ya a little present for the holidays.” 

“Oh, sheriff—Lee, I don’t got nothing for you though.” 

“Think ya do. More than ya know,” he opens his hand and shows you the silver ring. You blink as you examine it, confused. The emerald on it is square and pretty big. “Took me some time but I wanted to have it done before Christmas.” 

“That’s... not for me,” you utter. 

“Sure is,” he holds his hand out as you shake your head. 

“I can’t accept that,” you lower your chin and pout. “It’s too much.” 

You touch the ring on your finger, the one Buford gave you. You were going to be married when he got his promotion. That was coming soon, he said. Then he went off and got himself shot. 

“Here,” he grabs your hand, untangling it from your other, “you know, I made it special for ya. It’d be rude not to.” 

You try to tug away but he’s too strong. You gasp as he wiggles off the ring already there and replaces it with his own, shoving it down until it bites into your knuckle. You hiss and wince. 

“Sheriff, that’s my ring,” you squeak. “Buford--” 

“I know what it is,” he lets you go and cranks down the window. You cry out as he tosses ring into the snow. “It’s a bad reminder.” 

“No--” you try to lunge over him and he catches you, forcing you back to the seat. 

“Now, honey, you haven’t been ungrateful, so don’t start now,” he holds your shoulder, squeezing it tight. 

“But--” 

“Can he help ya now? Hm? Now ya got that bun in ya? Now that yer alone and about to be all big?” Lee grits. You recoil but can’t escape his grasp. 

“You know?” 

“Well, course I know. Makes sense. And the way you been walkin’ round. I can tell,” he tuts. “You’re just lucky I'm the only one payin’ attention.” 

“Sheriff,” you murmur. 

“Now, I don’t want none of that from ya no more, I told ya.” He trails down your arm and grabs your hand. He pinches the ring between his thick fingers. “You call me Lee. Or Hubby. I like that. ‘Hubby’.” 

You blink at him and shiver, this time, it isn’t from the cold. 

“Go’on, say it for me, honey. Just imagine what other would call ya when they find out.” 

You frown and flutter your lashes. Your nose tingles and your chest knots with futility. He's right, but you’re not ready for this. You were waiting, until after the holidays. Why couldn’t he wait too? 

Your eyes gloss over and you sniffle. He tightens his grip on your hand until you whimper. You look at Lee and suck back your grief. It shouldn’t be him. It shouldn’t be the way it is. 

“Yes,” you croak through your coarse throat, “yes, hubby.”