#three babysitter and seven kids

[apoorhuman]

Mc: I feel like a mother of seven children.

Solomon: but I thought Lucifer is well behaved and the only mature one? Is he not excluded?

Mc: oh no, no no, Lucifer is the only mature one

Solomon: then why did you say seven?

Mc: I never exclusively said "the brothers"

Solomon: .... Are you co-parenting them with Barbatos and Lucifer?

Mc: yes

Solomon: ...

Mc:

Solomon: be patient ok? If you need anything just ask me for help *pats mc shoulder*

Mc: ah... Thank you Solomon I appreciate that

[chuluoyi]

✎ the babysitters' club

- gojo satoru x reader

in which yuji, megumi and nobara are tasked with the most important mission ever by their teacher—watching over his baby son!

genre: total crack, first years are trying their best to babysit your son to save their grades, an attempt at humor, gojo is irritating as always, fluff, fluff, fluff

note: this is sooo incredibly silly :') some inspiration are taken from the baby starfish onesie, this ask, and this illustration -> if you're wondering how gojo dressed his baby, he's looks just like that :)) tagging @3zae-zae3 <3

a part of gojo's love entries

general masterlist

"Gojo-sensei... what is that wiggling starfish!?"

On one sunny day in jujutsu school... trouble is once again brewing in the form of Gojo Satoru bringing his baby son to the class.

"Starfish? No, no," Gojo retorted with a displeased expression, directing his gaze towards Yuji and clicking his tongue as he patted his squirming baby, which was still hidden from their view. "He's my pride and joy! Don't refer to him as starfish!"

"But you've got him dressed up as one..." Nobara pointed out, her tone flat and unimpressed.

"That's his kid," Megumi provided, wearily sighing. God, he knew already today was going to be a long day.

No one from school had seen your seven-month old baby son yet, and Gojo was determined to make it an occasion to remember.

Beaming with pride, he gently removed his baby from the starfish-themed onesie, revealing him in a tiny black jujutsu outfit specially tailored for him, complete with miniature black glasses. He held him up, presenting him for everyone to see.

"Behold, everyone... my son! Isn't he just adorable?!"

. . . a momentary silence before—

"Oh my goodness, he is!" Nobara cooed, forgetting her earlier sentiment, immediately approaching the baby with shining eyes. "Sensei, how could you manage to have a baby this cute!?"

"Heh! Only the finest technique utilized to create him—"

"Complete bullshit—"

"Hush, Megumi! No cussing in front of my baby! I'll deduct your marks!"

"Seriously...?"

"Now, class, today I have a very, very important task for you..." Gojo said, his voice dripping with mischief as he sported a broad grin. "If you succeed, I'll personally draft a recommendation letter for each of you to Yaga. But if you don't..." he paused for the suspense, scanning his three students' curious faces.

"Then I'm failing you in my class!" Gojo continued with a grin, prompting immediate reactions from his students.

“What! Why?!”

“That's not fair!”

“Sigh.”

“All you have to do was to watch over him until I come back. Everything you need is here— in this bag!”

Megumi rolled his eyes. Nobara raised an eyebrow. Only Yuji who seemed to be genuinely interested.

"Isn't that easy?" Gojo tilted his head playfully, looking absolutely stupid with his blindfold. "There are three of you here. If you can't even manage to look after one baby, then you should not even think about romance and dating."

"Nonsen—"

"Quiet, Megumi!"

And so began the day's mission: looking after Baby Gojo until his father's return.

“Lalala~ look you’re flying!”

“Fwa...”

“Kugisaki, don’t hold him like that! You’re making him cry!”

“No, I’m not— Itadori! Don’t smush his face—!”

“WAAA!”

“You idiot!” Megumi hissed, plucking the poor baby from his clueless friends and immediately soothed him, pulling him close and patting his back. He even gently shushed him, “There, there...”

And Yuji and Nobara could only look at him in awe as the baby's wails turned into soft sniffles, peaceful in his embrace.

"Whoa... Fushiguro, so babies like you, huh..."

"Unfair!" Nobara clicked his tongue, before fixing a wide smile and waved at the baby in Megumi's arms. "Hi baby~ don't you want to held by big sister—"

"He doesn't like you, Kugisaki."

And so, that was how the three of them spent half the day—constantly watching over Baby Gojo, with Megumi supervising both the baby and his two friends.

"Sometimes, I wonder what she sees in him..." Megumi grumbled sullenly, resigned to his fate, his gaze fixed on the crawling baby while he sat on the floor and threw his little sunglasses.

For all the sighs he exuded, Megumi undeniably had a soft spot for the baby. Prior today, he had held him several times, and he'd never admit it, but he'd protect him to the best of his ability, if anything, because you had done so much for him.

“Gojo-sensei is cool!” Yuji remarked. “Of course Y/N-sensei is happy with him.”

Nobara rolled her eyes. “Only you would say that.”

"Hey, don't you think he wants his milk?" Yuji suddenly pointed out, as the baby became fussy. Megumi nodded and Yuji immediately reached for the bag Gojo left. He pulled out a bottle and handed it to his friend, but in the process, he accidentally knocked the bag over, spilling its contents onto the floor.

"Ahh, my bad," the boy sighed, collecting the diapers and washcloth, until he realized that there were some more—

"What's that? Photographs?" Nobara picked one of them up, and immediately gasped. "Oh my! Look at this!"

On the picture was the same baby, but much more smaller and swaddled in baby blue blanket and tiny blue beanie. Most likely taken when he was a newborn.

"Whoa, wait, there's something written behind the photo..."

When she flipped it over, both she and Yuji studied the messy handwriting, instantly recognizing it as their teacher's.

Yaaay! ♡ Baby is here! I'm sooo happy you made it! But mama went through a lot to bring you here... so don't ever forget that she loves you very, very much, okay?

"This is sweet." Nobara looked at the picture with a genuine smile, until she realized that there were some more scattered on the floor.

The other picture was of the blue-eyed baby on his arms and knees, wrapped in an orange and black bee onesie, complete with little wings, and behind it was written:

Aren't you just the cutest bee?! And what's more, you've started crawling! Aw, papa is so proud! In no time at all, you're going to be as strong as me!

"What are you two doing over there?" Megumi asked, still feeding the baby with the milk bottle. Nobara beckoned him over.

The third photo was of you smiling so prettily while holding your baby, still in his bee suit, and Gojo also in the frame, wrapping his arm around you, clearly the one holding the camera to take the selfie.

Two my most precious treasures ♡ Sweetheart, I love you. And baby too!

Yuji smiled, as he felt warmth spreading in his chest. "Gojo-sensei really treasures his family, huh?"

"He is," Megumi agreed, because he had seen it all throughout his life.

"Well, no wonder..." Nobara giggled. "Any woman showered with this much love would be happy."

And that day, the trio also uncovered another side of their teacher, that his deepest affection was reserved exclusively for his wife and child.

Well, the sentimental feeling didn't last long though...

"This is our chance!" Nobara said in a hushed whisper. "When else are we going to get an extra family discount!?"

Megumi was so ready to burst a blood vessel as he held the baby—given that he had forbidden his two friends to lay a finger on him. "We are meeting Gojo-sensei here, not to—!"

"Hush! Itadori, don't you agree with me?!"

Yuji nudged his cross friend, trying to appease him. "Lighten up, Fushiguro! We can have more meat!"

At the last minute, Gojo suddenly told the three of them to bring his baby and meet him at the shopping center as he didn't want to waste energy to go back to the school. And like broke students Nobara and Yuji were, they decided to use Baby Gojo to snag an extra plate in a yakiniku place.

Megumi's eyes twitched. "This is not making sense at all, they won't believe—!"

"Shut up, you! Waiter~ here! We have a baby! So we're eligible for the family package!"

The judging stare of the waiter was enough to make Megumi combust on the spot, and yet somehow he passed the four of them as family eligible for the extra plate.

It was later, after they had their lunch that Megumi suddenly had an upset stomach and left the baby momentarily in his two friends' care.

And under less-than-watchful eyes...

"Hey, Kugisaki, meat on this side is the juiciest! Try it!"

"Ooh, you're right!"

The baby only blinked at them in wonder as he stayed in his spot. Not for long though... and it didn't help that they forgot his existence after they went to the cashier and headed out.

"Oi, Itadori! Don't forget to split the bill!"

"Oh yeah! Anyway, why is Fushiguro taking so long?"

Megumi got back right afterwards, and he frowned. "You done already? I haven't even gotten my ocha refill—" and it dawned to him when he saw both Yuji and Nobara with empty hands.

"Wait... where's the baby?"

"—! Oh my god!"

And when the three of them rushed back to the yakiniku place and approached their table earlier, Nobara almost screamed at the empty chairs, "He is gone!"

"You left the baby with the kids and told them to come here?!"

You were positively fuming as you scolded your stupid husband in the bustling mall.

"Well, we haven't gotten much time to spend together, just the two of us!" Satoru retorted, his tone sulky as he pouted. "And besides, Megumi is there. I'm sure they'll do just fine~"

You let out a sigh. True enough, being parents is no joke. Aside from stay-at-home dates, the frequency of the two of you going out had dwindled exponentially since having your baby.

"Technically, you are still on the clock though." You threw him a glare. "You're being a very irresponsible teacher."

Satoru smirked. "Heh, spare me. But I'm being a very good teacher to you in our—"

"One more word and I'm locking you out—!"

Just as you were about to give him your (empty) threat, the building suddenly boomed with an announcement from the mall's broadcast speaker.

"Attention, shoppers. We've received a report from three teenagers that they've lost a baby. He is seven-month old, wears black shirt, has white hair and blue eyes. He is last seen at Yakiniku Q—"

"Satoru..." your voice trembled, dread settling in the pit of your stomach. The baby described by the speaker was unmistakably your son, and the realization of him being missing sent you spiraling into panic.

"Hey, calm down." Satoru gripped your hand tightly, his voice steady as he faced you. "We're going to find him, alright? I'm here. Don't worry."

And after taking off his glasses, in a matter of seconds, Satoru figured out where he was.

Nobara's eyes welled up with tears, frustrated. "What do I do, Gojo-sensei will fail us now..." she muttered, biting her lip.

"That's what you're worried about?" Megumi replied, turning to her with a clear glare.

"He's going to be fine! He is!" Yuji interjected, trying to reassure his two friends despite his own rising anxiety. "He’s not just any random baby—who knows, maybe he can shoot cursed energy to protect himself!"

Megumi and Nobara leveled their annoyed stares on him and Yuji immediately regretted his attempt to lighten the mood.

"I still think he can't get far from the yakiniku place." Megumi was too panicked to check with the staff earlier and just went with Yuji's suggestion to report it to be announced, but now that he thought about it— "I think we should go back."

And thank goodness the three of them returned for the second time because, this time, they finally saw the baby safely cradled in your arms, with Gojo speaking to the waitresses nearby.

"Oh?! Gojo-sensei is here!"

But as soon as the three of them came into view, Gojo immediately fixed them with his unamused gaze.

"You three..." his voice was lower and it made the three kids shudder. "What did I tell you about failing this mission, huh?"

Yuji, Nobara and Megumi were visibly spooked, immediately bowing their heads in unison as they chorused—

"Gojo-sensei, we're so sorry!"

Nobara then pointed an accusing finger at Yuji. "But it was his fault! He kept eating away and didn't even oversee the baby anymore!"

"Wha!?" Yuji glared back at her. "No! You too! You kept eating my meat too!"

"Whatever it is, I'm not a part of this—" Megumi cut in boldly. "My stomach hurt so I had to go for a bit, and they couldn't even keep an eye on him—"

You soothed your squirming son as the first years were throwing blame at each other. Gaping in confusion, you couldn't help but wonder how such a simple task had turned into this incident.

"Tsk." Gojo crossed his arms dramatically, and you knew he was just messing with them, as he suddenly turned to you with a grin.

"Nah, as both a teacher and the victim's mother— Sensei~ who do you think is responsible for this? Or should I punish all three of them?"

The three kids before you were quaking in their boots, and you really didn't have time for this right now. Honestly, if if you had to quickly pinpoint the source of this chaos...

You directed your most irked glare at your husband. "You."

“Huh?!”

“You’re the one staging this by threatening their grades, and it results in our baby being missing!”

Now you were bickering with your husband and putting him in his rightful place. Nobara and Yuji gaped, while Megumi heaved a sigh of relief.

"Does this mean... our grades are saved?"

Epilogue

"They said he fell..." You pat your baby's head worriedly as he babbled happily in his crib, your expression darkening into a frown.

You didn't really blame the first years for their lack of experience, but as his mother, the news from the restaurant staff that they had found your son falling from the chair made you extremely uneasy.

Seeing your distress, Satoru’s natural response was to comfort you until you were back to smiles again. He gently tickled his boy's tummy, prompting him to squeal in absolute joy. "Look, he's perfectly fine. You don't need to worry so much, yeah?"

"But it's strange... I'm happy he's fine, but how? Most babies will get hurt or at least be inconsolable after falling. But he was totally okay..."

Satoru shifted his gaze to his son, as now his round, crystal blue eyes that mirrored his blinked back at him with such innocence and trust that even melted his heart.

"Ah, I see." Suddenly he smiled as if he had figured something out. "This is just my guess, but you know my guesses have like... 90% of probability of being correct—"

"Hmm...?"

"He might have activated Infinity by instinct. Heh."

[itsmarsss]

cool. [Rodrick Heffley x fem!Reader] (Diary of a Wimpy Kid)

(from the vault)

You start working as a babysitter for the Heffleys, but a certain someone seems to be bugging his parents to go out more often. Why?

Words: 6,164

Warnings: like one slight sexual/porn innuendo

[. . .]

"What do you mean someone to watch me?” Greg yelled, exhasperated.

Rodrick laughed out loud at the whole situation. “Wait is little Greg here getting a babysitter?”

“Yes, and she starts tomorrow night," their mom replied, matter-of-factly.

“Mom, I’m in seventh grade! I don’t need a babysitter!”

“We’d believe it if the last time we left the two of you alone you hadn’t directly disobeyed the only thing we told you not to do and thrown a party while we were gone," their dad explained.

“Wait. Mom. So I don’t have to watch him? Like ever again?”

“No but you should be ashamed of the reason why-”

“Hell yeah!”

“Rodrick-” He was already up the stairs on the way to his room. She sighed. 

“Mom you can’t do this to me. Do you know how bad it'll be if the guys in my grade find out you got me a babysitter?”

“They’re not gonna find out, sweetie.” She patted his head.

“And it’s not negotiable.”

“What your dad said.”

"Dad!”

“I’m sorry, kid! But if it makes you feel better, since Rodrick will be here and we’re getting a babysitter because we can’t leave the two of you alone, she’s teeechnically his babysitter too, right?”

“It doesn’t make me feel better.”

“I tried," he shrugged.

“Where are you two even going tomorrow?”

“We’re having dinner! " Susan exclaimed, excited to talk about it. "Alone, finally, because-”

“Wait couldn't she technically be Manny’s babysitter then?”

“Thank you for caring so much about what I had to say, son.” She sighed once again. “She’s not Manny’s babysitter because Manny’s gonna stay with your grandma.”

Greg huffed and made a point to be extremely loud when stumping upstairs to his room, immediately getting cornered by Rodrick. 

“So… a babysitter, huh? And I thought your seventh grade couldn’t get any worse.”

“D´you think it’ll be that bad?”

“Dude they probably got you an old lady who smells like a museum whos gonna make you eat soup at like five PM and sleep at seven.”

Greg widened his eyes and furrowed his eyebrows, worried at the thought of what his brother was making him imagine. “You think?”

“Yup. And I’m not even talking about the total humiliation it's gonna be if someone your age finds out.”

“Crap.”

“Good luck with that.” Rodrick was obviously enjoying the mere thought of the torture that was going to follow.

. . .

“A babysitter?” Rowley asked, rather loudly. Greg quickly put his hand over his best friend's mouth. 

“Dude! Can you be quiet?”

“Hmmph!” Rowley tried to protest.

Greg released his hand from over his mouth. “Sorry.”

“Why do I need to be quiet?”

“Because I don’t want anybody to know!”

“Why?”

“Because it’s embarrassing, Rowley!”

Rowley just shrugged. “I wouldn’t be embarrassed. A babysitter sounds fun! Maybe she’ll read you bedtime stories! And play board games with you!”

Greg just looked at him incredulously. “Just don’t say anything about this to anyone., okay?"

Rowley suddenly started to look really nervous. “You know I can’t lie…”

“It’s not lying! It’s just not mentioning it! No one’s gonna ask about it.”

“Okay. Fine.” He didn't seem that sure about it, but Greg knew he'd try his best.

. . .

You took in a sharp breath before knocking on the front door. It took no time for it to be sprung open, and you were greeted by a smiling Mrs. Heffley. You retributed the smile. 

“Hi Mrs. Heffley!”

“Hey, sweetie! How are you?” She asked as she ushered you into the house, startling you when she closed the door behind you as you walked in. 

“I’m alright! How about you guys? Your dress looks so pretty!”

“Oh my God, thank you! You know it’s been ages since I’ve worn a pretty dress to go out, you can’t trust three kids with a pretty dress, they're always gonna ruin it.”

“Oh God that must be hell,” you laughed along with her. “Where are you guys headed tonight?”

“Looking forward to having dinner in peace,” she laughed again. “Manny!” she yelled suddenly, startling you yet again.

A little boy walked in in his diapers, holding his pants up with both hands. 

“Manny can you just please put on your pants?” Mr. Heffley followed the kid around, frustratedly asking him for what you assumed must have been at leat a fourth time to put his pants on, judging by the tone in his voice and the sigh that accompanied it.

“No!”

“Manny!” Ms. Heffley yelled yet again. The kid did what he was supposed to.

“Um I didn’t- is Manny gonna be staying with me tonight?”

“No! No,” she laughed. “Don’t worry, we’re taking him to my mother’s house.”

“Oh, right. Okay.” You tried to let out how relieved you were. Little kids were a whole other level of difficult, specially at Manny's age.

“Darling are you ready?” Susan asked her husband.

“Yeah! Yeah.”

“Greg!” she yelled again.

“What?” The boy yelled back from his room upstairs. 

“Y/n’s here! Come say hi!”

“Who’s y/n?”

“Your babysitter!”

He came downstairs. Very slowly. “Mom I already-” He stopped.  “You’re not an old lady!"

“Gregory! We don't say that to people! What is that about?"

“I’m sorry! I meant- Rodrick told me my babysitter was gonna be an old lady who smelled like a museum."

"Of course he did," Mr. Heffley said, under his breath.

You pretended to smell yourself. “I think I might smell more like an art gallery maybe,” you joked.

“I’m so sorry about this."

“It’s fine, Mrs. Heffley! Don’t worry about it. Now you two go have some fun, alright? Come on."

“Yeah! Okay. Right. There’s money on the table, you can order whatever you want for dinner the kids will eat whatever. Just grab the money before Rodrick comes downstairs or he's gonna pocket it. If you need anything you can call, okay? Really, anything.”

“Don’t worry about it! I promise I’ll call if anything happens! But I think we’re just gonna stay and eat some food and watch some movies, right Greg?”

“Uh, yeah. I guess.”

“Please be nice, Greg. Oh and if Rodrick bothers you tell him I said he’ll be grounded if I hear he's not letting you work alright?"

“Sure thing! Thank you. Now go!” You joked, pretending to send them off.

. . .

You and Greg had both sat down on the couch in the living room.

“So. You’re not an old lady.”

“Nope.”

“Are you in high school?”

“Yes I am.”

“What grade are you in?"

“I’m a senior!”

“Oh. Rodrick’s a senior too.”

“Cool! I don’t think I’ve seen him around though.”

“Lucky.”

“Why’s that?”

“He makes my life hell!”

“Well don’t you make his life hell at least a tiny little bit?”

“Maybe a little bit.”

“That’s just your job.”

“Trust me no girls like him.”

“Whatever, Heffley. So what do you wanna do?”

“Can we play video games?”

“Depends on what you have.”

“Apocalypse of The Damned?”

“I have never heard of that in my entire life.”

“You’re gonna like it I swear!”

“Alright. But you have to bring me the money your mom left on the table, I’m gonna order us some pizza.”

“Deal!” He ran out to the kitchen, getting back with the money in no time.

. . .

“Hey I was thinking. Can my friend sleep over?” Greg asked, obviously having been preparing himself to do so for the past few minutes, while furiously hitting buttons on his controller as you scrolled through your phone, having gotten tired of playing at that point. 

“Um. Is your friend gonna give me any trouble?”

“No! You can- you can trust us.”

“Is he annoying?”

He seemed to take his time to think of an answer. “A little. But he’s pretty cool.”

“Fine, I’ll ask your mom.”

You clicked on Mrs. Heffley’s contact name. 

hi mrs heffley

how's the date going? im sorry to interrupt

You didn't even have the time to finish writing the next text before she was calling you. You picked it up.

“Is everything okay?” Susan asked, clearly worried.

“Oh, yes. Everything’s fine, you don't have to worry! I’m so sorry to interrupt your date, Greg wanted a friend to stay over and I just wanted to see if that’s okay with you.”

“Is it Rowley?”

“Sorry?”

“The friend, is it Rowley?”

“Is it Rowley?” You asked Greg, leaning away from the phone, to which he just nodded his head yes. “Yeah, Rowley.”

“Okay, of course he can! And don’t worry, I’ll pay you extra for it.”

“Oh, that’s really nice, thank you. Now you should go back to your date, I'm so sorry to bother.”

“No worries! Are you sure everything’s fine?”

“Yes! We ordered pizza and we’re playing video games right now. Everything under control.”

“And Rodrick?”

“Uh, I haven’t really seen him honestly. He definitely hasn’t left his room though.”

“Okay, thank you.”

“Bye!” You hung up.

“So?”

“Yeah, call your friend. Ask him if he has any board games we can play!”

Greg did as you said, and, in about half an hour, a little boy with a yellow shirt with a dog on it stood at the door.

“Are you Greg’s babysitter?’

“Uh yeah, I am.”

“Cool!" He looked at Greg behind you. "You told me she was old!”

“Rowley!”

“What? You did!”

You laughed at the interaction and let them do their thing, only asking them to stay by the living room so you could keep an eye on them. You sat on the couch, scrolling through your phone again as you knew the pizza should be about to get there.

The doorbell rang in no time. You stood up to pay for it, grabbing the large-size pizza and tipping the delivery guy, who didn’t look very friendly at all. You brought it in. “Hey Greg can you go call your brother?”

“Yeah!”

He ran up the stairs, and you set the box down on the dining table, Rowley sitting down. Greg came back.

“He told me to bring it to him.”

“Why?"

"He just doesn't wanna come downstairs."

"You don't have to do it.”

“What? He’s gonna beat me up for it!”

“Not with me here. I got you.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. Chill out.”

. . .

“Hey you little asshole? I told you to bring my pizza!” A voice exclaimed from the second floor, and Greg muffled a quiet ‘shit’.

“Hey don’t say that!” You scolded Greg for swearing as a reflex.

“Hey? Are you not listening?” Rodrick was clearly close to the kitchen now. He walked through the door. “I said get me so-” he stopped dead on his tracks when he saw you.

“Who’s this?” He asked the boys.

“That’s Y/N,” Rowley said, through gulps.

"And I'm right here you know? You could just ask me who I am."

“Well who are you? And what are you doing… here?” He leaned over the wall, in a poor attempt to look cool. You had to fight yourself tas not to laugh uncontrollably at the sight.

“Well I seem to be your babysitter for the night.”

“What?”

“Did you also expect an old lady? You know, that's a really common and really hurtful babysitter stereotype, you really should think about the things you say now.”

“Wha- huh- yeah- I’ll just-” He let out a weird laugh, and walked up to the table, grabbing himself a slice of pizza and stuffing it into his mouth, seemingly to shut himself up.

“Well we’re gonna watch a movie after we’re done eating. You wanna join?”

“Oh he’s not gonna-” Greg started talking, but Rodrick quickly interrupted him, almost choking on his food as he did so.

“Yeah! Yeah! What are we uh- what are we watching?”

“Zathura.”

“What the fuck is Zathura?”

“Don’t swear in front of them!”

“Sorry.”

Greg looked at Rowley like Rodrick had just gone insane. Did he just apologize?

You laughed. “I’m kidding. You guys don’t mind, do you?”

They both slowly nodded their head no. 

“Cool. As long as you don’t repeat it in front of your parents, alright? Don’t wanna get me in trouble.”

“We’re not five!"

“Well you do look like it,” Rodrick commented, and Greg stuck his tongue out at him.

. . .

“This movie doesn’t make any sense,” Rodrick commented, pointing at the screen.

“It’s not supposed to! It’s a kids movie about a magical board game,” you pointed out.

“Let me guess, did Rowley pick this one?”

“For your information, I did. You got a problem?”

“No.”

Rowley had, in fact, picked this one.

Greg and Rowley shared a look again. This was getting bizzarre.

The movie was over in about half an hour, and it was time for you to put Greg to sleep.

“But it’s so early!” The boy complained, and you laughed.

“I know, but you don’t have to sleep now, you just gotta go to bed! I can’t, like, force you to sleep.”

He let out an annoyed groan before agreeing and pulling Rowley with him by the wrist. “Fine.”

“I’ll be upstairs in a few!” You yelled out, and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes from dinner. It wasn’t really something Mrs. Heffley had explicitly asked you to do, but you had those extra minutes and wanted to get on her good side. 

What you didn’t expect was to come in to find Rodrick still standing there, startling himself when you walked in.

“Uh hey!” His voice was high-pitched, clearly not expecting to see you there so soon.

“Hey.” You wordlessly walked to the sink, starting with the dishes. And then he offered to help you, which didn’t fit the image you had of him at all.

“What?”

“I said do you want some help? I can dry them.”

“Uh sure. Thanks.”

He just nodded, grabbing a cloth. “So did you put them to sleep yet?”

“Yeah they’re supposed to call me when they’re ready. Then I’m pretty much done.”

“Are you leaving like right after?” Was he… disappointed?

“Well not right after, your mom still has to pay me.”

“Right. She paying you extra for the dishes?”

“No,” you laughed, “just wanna score some points. This job’s good money, you know? But don’t tell her I said that.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

You nodded, a little awkwardly. “So what’s the deal with the van?”

“What?”

“The huge white van parked right outside? I assume it’s not your mom’s.”

“Yeah.”

“Couldn’t you have picked a better color?”

“What?”

“You know something other than the classic creepy white van?”

He actually laughed. “I don’t think a creep would have ‘löded diper’ written on the door.”

“Maybe you’re just trying not to look too suspicious.”

“Wouldn’t you like to find out?” Was he… flirting? Well, that was… an attempt.

“What, are you inviting me? You know, I was taught not to get into creepy white vans with strangers.”

“We’re not strangers!” He held his hand up for you to shake, which you did. “I’m Rodrick.”

“Y/N.”

“So. Ho'wd you end up babysitting Greg out of all people?”

“I mean, your dad posted something about it in the newspaper and my mom told me about it. Some extra money, you know?”

“And you’re sure it’s worth it? I mean he’s a big pain in the ass.”

“Aren’t all brothers?”

“I’m not.”

“Right. You’re like a dictator to him!”

“No I’m not!”

“He was scared you were gonna beat him up if he didn’t bring you pizza.”

“He’s dumb. I wasn’t gonna beat him up that badly.”

You laughed. “Well, we’re done. Thank you for the help. You can go now if you wanna.”

“You sound like a mom.”

“Oh my god! Stop trying to make me sound old! I'm some granny cinderella who turns into an old lady who smells like a museum when midnight strikes," you teased him, and he scrunched up his nose in embarrassment.

"Right. He told you about that.”

“Yeah.”

“Sorry. To be fair, I never had a babysitter, you know? I just thought they were all old and boring.”

“Do you think I’m old and boring?” You joked.

He snorted. “No, you’re pretty.” His eyes widened, realizing what he’d just said. Way to go. “Not in that- well not that you’re not pretty, you are, but you know what I mean. You’re uh- you’re pretty compared to what I- expected?"

It was stupid, but you could feel yourself blush a little. Why was it that you always fell for the most absolute idiots? “So I’m pretty… compared to an old woman.”

“I think you should let me start over.”

“But-”

“Y/N!” You heard Greg yell from upstairs, and you left the kitchen to go see him, going up the stairs and entering his room.

“Okay, we ready?”

“Yeah.”

“Did you brush your teeth?”

“Yes!”

“Both of you?”

“Yup.”

“Okay I’ll believe you. But your mom told me you’re on thin ice.”

Greg rolled his eyes and both boys got on the bed. 

“Okay, goodnight. If you don’t sleep right away don’t make too much noise.”

“Are you coming over tomorrow?”

“Why, did you actually like me?”

“Just a little.”

You smiled. “Well no. But I think I might next week.”

“Cool! ‘Night, Y/N!” 

“‘Night!”. You closed the door behind you, and walked downstairs to wait for Mrs. and Mr. Heffley to return so you could go home. 

You stopped on the hallway to send your mom a quick text saying you were fine and should be leaving in a few before making your way to the living room.

To your surprise, Rodrick hadn’t gotten back to his room. Instead, he was laying on the couch, his entire body draped over it as he scrolled through his phone. He sat right up when he saw you. “Hey Y/N.”

“Hey. You not have anything to do?”

“I’m offended. But no I don’t.”

You laugh, sitting down beside him. “Okay. Well your parents must be on their way, so. Don’t have much to do either.”

“You wanna watch something?”

“What do you have in mind?”

“Well a real movie.”

“Zathura’s a real movie! I like it!”

“You actually do?”

“Yes!”

“Whatever. Well an adult movie I mean.”

“Uh, an adult movie?”

“No! Not that kind!” He was blushing furiously and you found it hilarious. 

“Yeah whatever. What do you have?”

You ended up settling on a Marvel movie, but you barely had the time to start it before the doorbell rang, and you had to go get the door.

“Hey Y/N! I’m sorry we took so long, we had to go get Manny.”

“That’s fine! Rodrick and I were just about to watch a movie!”

“Rodrick came downstairs?” Mr. Heffley sounded genuinely surprised.

“Well you can finish it if you want!”

“Oh, no, I really should get going. We can finish it another time.”

“Oh well. Okay.” She put Manny down and grabbed her wallet, handing you your money. “Here, with the extra from Rowley. Hope they didn’t cause too much trouble.”

“Oh they were so cool! I was surprised.”

“Oh that’s great to hear! If they haven’t traumatized you too much we’d love to have you sit them again.”

“Oh definitely! Just give me a call.”

“Thank you, Y/N. Are you driving home?”

“Oh, no, I’m actually walking. I thought we’d be done a little earlier.”

“Oh that’s not good, we can take you-”

“I can take her!” Rodrick yelled, almost falling off of the couch in his eagerness. He stood up, walking toward you. His dad looked like he was short-circuiting.

“Are you sure?” His mom asked.

“Yeah! Come on, let’s go.” He walked quickly past the front door and into the white van.

“Sure. Bye Mrs. Heffley!”

“Bye sweetie! Tell me if he bothers you too much!”

You walked towards the van, getting in on the passenger’s seat. He turned the engine on in silence. There was an awkward atmosphere surrounding you, and you didn’t know why.

You cleared your throat. “So uh. Thanks for driving me.”

“Yeah it’s chill. Where do I turn?”

“Oh let me just- give me your phone.”

“What?”

“So I can put the address on the GPS?”

“Oh. Sure.” He handed it to you after unlocking it, and you did as you said. 

“Turn left in 200 feet,” the disembodied voice said, and he did.

“You don’t have to uh- do these things for me. You know, drive me home, help me with the dishes. It’s nice, but I’m not gonna tell on you if you don’t.”

“I know. I uh. I want to.”

“You wanna do the dishes?”

“I wanna help you.”

“Why?”

He shrugged. “Dunno.”

“Fine.”

You got home pretty quickly, as you didn’t live a long way from the Heffley residence, and got out of the car. 

“Thank you for driving me! Goodnight.”

“Yeah!” Rodrick yelled back, and waited for you to get in to drive off. There was a smile on your lips you couldn’t shake off, and you felt stupid for it. Was the weird wannabe rock band kid really having an effect on you?

. . .

On wednesday, you got a call from Ms. Heffley again. And then on friday, and saturday, and sunday. This could not be normal, right? But it was money, so you obviously wouldn’t refuse it. So you pulled up to the Heffley residence for the fifth time on sunday, knocking on the door as usual.

Greg opened it this time, greeting you with a confused expression. “You’re here again?”

“Miss me, kid?”

“Are they going out again?”

“Apparently.”

“Mom, Y/N’s here!”

“Oh hey sweetie! Thank you for coming!”

“No problem! Where are you off to today?”

“Well we’re going bowling. Rodrick found us these pamphlets at the mall and wouldn’t stop bugging us about trying it out, so we decided to give it a go.”

“Oh he did?” That was strange.

“And you seem to have things so under control! I can’t believe we’ve been going out so much!”

“Well I’m happy to hear it. When will you be back?”

“I’d say eleven if that’s not too late for you?”

“Oh definitely not! As long as Rodrick can drive me.”

“Oh that won’t be a problem. You ready, darling?” She asked her husband, who walked by holding Manny in one arm and a huge bag in the other. 

“Yeah.”

"Everything there?” Susan asked him, referring to the bag. She turned back to you. “Manny’s staying over at my mom’s for the first time today. Isn’t that exciting?”

“Yeah!" You exclaimed, not really getting all the excitement about it. You supposed you would if you were his mom. Right now you were just happy you didn’t have to watch over him too. Little kids were always more difficult. 

“Okay bye everyone!”

Greg and Rodrick were right behind you the moment you closed the door.

“Can we make pasta?’ Greg asked, and damn, the little dude must have had some sugar because he looked like he’d downed like three energy drinks at once.

“Well yeah. I make a killer pasta. Is Rowley coming today?”

“Yeah!”

“Cool.”

“Do you want help with the food?” Rodrick finally spoke up, and Greg looked at him like he was speaking Greek.

“Sure.”

“Are you okay?’ Greg couldn’t contain himself from asking him.

“What do you mean, assface?”

“Did you just offer to help with the food?”

“Yeah?”

“Who are you?”

“Oh shut it, dickhead.” You didn’t miss the nervous glance he gave you, clearly signaling something about you to Greg. And then Greg seemed to figure something out, his eyes going wide.

“Oh! Is that why you-” Rodrick looked alarmed, putting his hand against Greg’s mouth to keep him from talking, but he managed to get himself free. “Is that why you’ve been trying to get mom and dad to go out all week?”

“Hah. Don’t know what he’s talking about, pssht.” Rodrick laughed nervously.

“Uh sure. Well I’m already hungry so I’m thinking early dinner and then we can make dessert?”

“Yes!” Greg yelled.

“Okay but if we’re making the food you gotta set the table. Deal?” 

Greg groaned in annoyance, but agreed. “Fine.” He went on his way, and you and Rodrick made your own way to the kitchen.

“So,” you started, as you grabbed the pasta from the cabinet. “You’ve been trying to get your parents to go out all week.”

He looked everywhere but at you. “Uh, I don’t know what the kid’s on about.”

“Well, shame. Cause I was gonna thank you.”

“For what?”

“Well the more times a week I work the more money I get right?”

“Oh right. Right. So yeah you can thank me.”

“So you were setting them up to go out. Why?”

He shrugged, trying to seem cool. “Wanted to be alone.”

“You’re not alone now. You could be in your room. Or like out with your friends or whatever.”

“I didn’t anticipate that you’d actually be cool.”

“Oh you think I’m cool?”

“Yeah.” 

The water started to boil, and you threw the pasta in the pot, stirring it with a fork.

“Cool. You’re kinda cool too. You know when you’re not trying to be impressive.”

“I’m not trying to impress you!”

“I didn’t say you were trying to impress me .”

“Well I was.”

“You were.”

“Did it work?”

“Why’d you want to impress me?”

“Cause you’re cool. I wanted you to think I’m cool too.”

“Huh. Maybe I do.”

“Cool.”

“Y/N I’M DONE! I THINK ROWLEY’S HERE !” Greg’s voice came from the dining room.

“I didn’t hear the doorbell, are you sure?” You yelled back, walking past Rodrick to get the front door. Maybe you were too lost in the conversion to hear it, because the boy was standing right there when you opened it.

“Hey Y/N!” He said with a smile, greeting you with a hug, which was very on-brand for the kid. 

“Hey Rowley. You alright?”

“Yeah! I brought water balloons!”

“You did?”

“Well they’re not full of water yet so they’re just balloons but yeah.”

“Cool! You should tell Greg!”

“Will you play with us?”

“Oh I don’t know, I don’t have clothes I can get wet-”

“Well that’s not a problem!” Rodrick said, and you frowned in confusion. “You can borrow mine!”

“Oh I don-”

“C’mon, Y/N, you really gonna disappoint the boy?”

“Shut up. Fine, but you’re playing too.”

“Deal.”

“Yes!” Rowley exclaimed, before taking off, presumably to go find Greg.

“Well you wanna go up to my room?” Rodrick asked, apparently having otten some confidence from out of the blue, sporting a cocky smirk.

You laughed. “You wish. Just bring me a t-shirt.”

“Yeah. Someone’s gonna be looking like the number one Loded Diper fan out there.”

“If you bring me a white shirt I will beat you up!” You yelled, and he was already on his way upstairs. You took the past out of the pot, mixing it with the sauce you’d made, which was the easiest one you could find.

Rodrick was back as soon as you set the pot down on the table, handing you a gray shirt that , of course, had ‘loded diper’ written on it in terrible handwriting. 

“Thanks.” You draped the shirt over your shoulder and all of you ate in silence, apparently all stupidly hungry for some reason.

You were done pretty quickly, but made sure to get Greg and Rowley to promise to help with the dishes this time, since there were more.

“Okay! We’re gonna get changed!”

“Yeah me too!” You yelled back, making your way to the bathroom, changing into Rodrick’s gray shirt.

It didn’t hang as loose as you thought it would, and you laughed at the thought of Rodrick wearing a tight shirt for no reason. You supposed it was an old one he decided to turn into loded diper merch. Loded diper. What a stupid fucking name. You guessed it was fit. 

Someone knocked on the bathroom door. Rodrick. “You done? These kids are little demons, they talk so much!”

You laughed, unlocking the door and grabbing your own shirt before opening it. 

“Hello?” He looked wide-eyed, like his brain was malfunctioning, staring profusely at his shirt. “You alright?”

“Yeah,” he cleared his throat, awkwardly. “Fine. The shirt alright?”

“Yeah. A lot smaller than I expected. Does Rodrick Heffley wear crop tops?”

He shrugged, embarrassed. “Sometimes. That bad?”

“No.”

“Chicks dig the crop tops, you know.”

“Oh do they?”

“Don’t you?”

“I guess I’d have to see you in one to give an opinion.”

“Yeah that’s not happening any soon."

“Shame.”

“What?”

“I said let’s go.”

You barely had the time to walk into the front yard before Rodrick was hit on the face by a huge water balloon. You turned to see a terrified-looking Rowley at the other side. Rodrick gained his bearings again. 

“Oh you’re in, you little shit!” He seemed way too determined on winning this, but who were you to judge?

Him and Rowley occupied themselves with each other pretty much the whole time, as you did with Greg, until you got hit rather strongly in the back. You stopped what you were doing, which was aiming your next balloon at Greg, who was right in front of you, and turned around to see Rodrick laughing at you.

“Motherfucker-” you cursed yourself mentally for swearing in front of the kids, hoping they wouldn ‘t tell on you, and launched the balloon at him at full speed, it landing on his chest. 

“Hey!”

You played for about half an hour more until the sun set, and you decided it was best to get back inside. All three complained, and you laughed at the situation, because you supposed you did sort of sound like a mom when trying to convince them to get in, but they ended up listening.

“Okay what are we watching tonight?” You asked as you closed the front door behind you and dried your feet on the mat by the entrance.

“Oh can we watch a horror movie?” Greg asked.

“Nope, we know how that ends.”

“But we’ve changed!”

“It’s been less than a week!”

“People change!” Greg tried to plead, but you knew Mrs. Heffley wouldn’t like it if you caved in.

“No can do, Gregory. We can watch that Adam Sandler movie you wanted though.”

“With the little kid?”

“Yeah.”

“Fine.”

You were halfway through a second movie when the boys decided it was time for dessert, and you still had a little while before the Heffleys came back, so you decided you’d all bake cupcakes.

They didn’t turn out as great as you wished they would, but also weren’t half bad. They were a little flat and maybe a little toasted on the top, but were otherwise pretty edible. You covered them with some frosting and ate them as you finished the movie.

It turned out when you were done the Heffleys still hadn’t come back, so you decided to put the boys to sleep then. You came back to Ridrick looking at you at the other end of the hallway. 

“Hey,” you said, not expecting him to be there.

You stood there in silence for a few moments before he cleared his throat and started talking.

“Um do you wanna hang out? ‘Till they're back?” It was funny, with him. One moment he’d be full of confidence, flirting with you at the max, but, in a second, his entire demeanor would change and he’d look unsure, insecure to ask you anything.

You were starting to wonder if he wasn’t just being a stupid hormonal teenager and if he actually, maybe, had a little bit of a crush on you. But you wouldn’t entertain those thoughts, of course. First because you could be completely misinterpreting the situations, and second because you needed the job, and you hadn’t gotten enough of a read on his mom to know if she’d be cool with that.

Still, you did have nothing else to do but scroll through your phone as you waited. “Sure.”

“Oh! Cool. Uh, my room’s right there,” he pointed to a white door by his left, and you followed him in. It actually looked pretty cool. It was sort of exactly what you expected his room to look like, except maybe a little messier, if that was possible.

To each their own, I guess. It’s not like you were the cleanest person to ever walk the Earth. You sat down on his bed, and he opted to sit down on a beanbag just in front of you.

TIt's safe to say things were a little awkward. “Uh. So. Cool room.”

“Yeah. Thanks.”

You studied the multiple posters he had glued to his walls. “Oh, The Cure. Cool.”

“Yeah. They’re not like super my style or anything. But they’re cool.”

“What would be your style?”

“I don’t know. Hard rock.”

“Huh. I don’t know. You just look like one of those guys who like rock but secretly listen to Taylor Swift and Justin Bieber or something when they’re alone.”

“What- what I would never- I don’t-” busted. 

You laughed at him as he tried to deny it. “I think it’s cool.”

He stopped. “You do?”

“Yeah. Taylor Swift’s cool.”

“Yeah uh. Girls dig that.”

“Do you really know what girls dig or do you just make random guesses?”

“I’m well-informed.”

“Oh are you? You have a girlfriend or something?” Subtle.

He scoffed. “Pfft. Yeah.”

“Uh- huh.”

He gave in. “No, I don’t.”

“Okay”

“You're a girl. What do you dig then?”

“What a romantic way to phrase that question. I guess I don’t know. Never stopped to think of it. What do you think we dig?”

“Uh. Bad boys?”

You let out a laugh. “Yeah I guess. But it depends.”

“On what?”

“On whether they’re nice to us.”

“So you want bad boys who are actually nice.”

“Yeah.”

“That doesn’t make sense. Uh. But I can be nice.”

“Who said you’re a bad boy to begin with?”

“Um rock band? Cool eyeliner?” He motioned to himself, mockingly.

“Well who do you wanna be nice for?”

“Uh. You? Obviously.”

Your smile faltered. There was the confidence making an appearance again.

“What?”

“Uh. You know. So I can uh- practice. For other... girls?”

“Right.”

“Or maybe not.”

“Okay I ‘m lost.”

“Do you wanna go out with me? ” He blurted out at rapid speed.

Okay, sudden much? “What?”

“Uh. We could… go to the movies or something? You seem to like movies.”

“Right. But as a… date?”

“Yeah.”

You thought about it. It was just a date, it’s not like his mom would get mad about a date, right?

“Sure.”

“What?”

“I said sure.”

His eyes widened, he didn’t seem to have been expecting a positive answer. “Oh! That’s cool! That's- cool.”

“Yeah. Cool.”

He began standing up. “Well, do you wanna-” In that very moment, before he could finish, the doorbell rang, and you made your way past him, running downstairs and getting the front door. 

“Y/N! How are we?”

You hoped the blush on your cheeks wasn’t as visible as it felt as you talked to her. “We’re great! Greg and Rowley are already in bed, Rodrick and I have been uh. Hanging out.”

“Oh that’s nice of him!” She turned to face her husband, who, in turn, grabbed your wrist. 

“What have you done to him? Are you some sort of witch?” He asked you.

You laughed awkwardly. “Oh it’s all him! He was showing me the posters in his room, we like the same bands!”

“Oh do you uh. Like rock too?”

“Yeah, something like that.”

“Well we’re taking too much of your time. Is Rodrick driving you home?”

Oh, right. Shit. He was.

“Yeah I uh, think so.”

With that, he walked into your view, holding up the van keys. He’d apparently put on shades, probably so his parents wouldn’t see he had eyeliner on.

“Why do you have sunglasses on?” Mr. Heffley asked him as he walked past them.

“It’s called fashion, dad!”

Mrs. Heffley handed you the money for the night, and you went on your way, getting into the van with Rodrick, who, by now, didn’t need the GPS to get to your place. Except he wasn’t driving to your place at all.

“What are you doing?”

“Wanted a slushie. That cool?”

“I guess.”

He stopped by a 7/11 and bought each of you a slushie and some chocolate bars, which you ate outside. The wind started to get harsher, and you crossed your arms around your chest for warmth. He caught on to that, taking his striped hoodie off and giving it to you. You looked up at him, confused.

“What?”

“You’re cold.”

“Yeah but you’ll be cold.”

“Rockstars don’t get cold.”

“You’re not a rockstar.”

“Not yet."

You raised an eyebrow at him, unamused.

"Just take it!” 

You did, and put it on. This one hung looser than the shirt you’d borrowed earlier. It did help. You tried your best to contain the smile that was insisting on forming on your lips. You knew it was dumb.

“Thanks,” you mumbled under your breath, and you could see him smirk, proud of himself. “You’re so cheesy. Wouldn’t take you for it.” 

“I’m not cheesy. I’m just not an asshole.”

“You kinda are.”

“Shut up!”

You ate in silence for a bit before you decided to say what was on your mind. “Hey about that date?”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t… I don’t know if we should do it.”

He tried to seem chill about it, but he looked a little hurt. “Why?”

“Well it’s not that I don’t want to! I do. For… some reason,” you added, trying to lighten up the mood. “But do you think your mom would be cool with it? I mean I don’t wanna lose this job and I don’t know if she’d really like us being alone if we’re dating.”

His face lit up. “So you’re thinking about dating me?”

Oh, you’d messed up big time now, he’d never let this go. “No! That’s not what I meant!”

“I think it is.”

“Fuck off!”

“Oh we’re using big boy words now?” He grinned.

“Shut up.”

“Well. Don’t think that should be a problem. They don’t have to know.”

“What do you mean?”

“What, do you tell your parents everything? They don’t have to know we’re dating.”

“Yeah but we’re not dating.”

“Not yet.”

“Shut up!”

“They don’t have to know we’re going on a date, then. Plus, the days you work can be like little dates.”

“Yeah except there will be two children up our asses.”

“You can manage.”

“Fine, Heffley. But if I lose my job you’ll be owing me. Like literal money.”

“Deal.”

“Cool.”

“Yeah. Cool.”

[. . .]

A/N: sometimes ur 20 pages into a diary of a wimpy kid rodrick heffley oneshot and you ask urself wtf am i doing with my life. this is the product of that. i wrote this THREE YEARS AGO WOW so i edited some of it to post it here but nothing major cause i didn't want it to lose its energy lol. btw i was in fact like. actually in high school at the time lmao. luv yall!

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Reverse countertop scenario where instead of you getting eaten out while seated on the countertop, Matt gets sucked off 🫣

TEMPTATION (part one)

𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐅!𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dilf!matt x babysitter!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: one heated moment crosses between you and forbidden desire.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT, swearing, slight size kink if you squint, oral (male receiving), subtle face slapping (he taps her on the cheek once), praising

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2,766

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: first dilf!matt fic of the collection :D

(dilf!matt au originally by @luvs4matt)

you’ve met matt through one of your mom’s work friends, who was talking about how her son needed a babysitter because of how busy his work has gotten. against your will, your mother gave you the job, saying that it’ll be a fun and new experience.

because you like kids, you genuinely didn’t mind. you’ve only been nannying for a few weeks now, and the routine isn’t that bad.

you drive to his house every weekday, arriving at seven on the dot. you wake up his five-year-old daughter (who is already fond of you) and make her breakfast along with getting her ready to drop her off at school.

she’s a cutie who looks a lot like her father—with his blue eyes and brunette hair—but she has a bubblier personality and is much more talkative. on the other hand, matt keeps to himself, and rarely says more than three sentences to you: “good morning.” “don’t forget to pack her lunch.” “see you later.”

on this particular day, a couple of hours after dropping his little girl off, you realized you had forgotten something at matt’s house. cursing to yourself when you notice, you drive back to sleuth your way into grabbing what you left and leaving.

however, when you walk through the door, a familiar figure is kneeling in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up to reveal his tattoos and grunting as he’s fixing something under the sink.

you pause, genuinely surprised. he always leaves for work when you arrive at his place at your scheduled time. today, he hid from you upstairs the whole morning that you didn’t even acknowledge he was home. you stare at the gruff thirty-year-old for a few beats, not knowing if you should make yourself known or just sneakily retrieve your item and head back out.

so, instead, you swallow a lump in your throat, and start walking slowly to the living room hoping he doesn’t notice you. with the short weeks that you’ve been working for him, you’ve always felt intimidated by his presence. matt doesn't immediately catch on, but as he listens to footsteps getting closer to him, he perks up. he turns around, just in time to see you starting to walk toward the living room.

he raises a brow, his arms now crossed. “i thought you left already.”

jolting from his voice, you turn around to see him still in the kitchen by the island, but he’s gotten closer to you. “i-i forgot my wallet.” you stutter, scratching the back of your neck. “i’m sorry. i’ll get out of your hair when i grab it, i just didn’t know you stayed home today.”

he eyes you, looking up and down in silence for a second. he lets out a groan, not exactly happy that you're back here, but he's not angry. just… annoyed. “when did you realize you forgot your wallet?”

your face burns up when he looks at you like that, his eyes mesmerizing but also frightening at the same time. your anxiety rushes through your veins, fingers playing with the necklace around your neck to try and calm your nerves.

he’s just so intimidating.

“after i dropped evelyn off at school, but i didn’t have time to grab it until now.” you start, trying to not sound shaky. “she had a rough morning getting ready today, so i was scattering my stuff everywhere trying to help her get back on her little feet. i’m sorry again. i’ll leave the moment i grab it.”

matt lets out a frustrated sigh when he hears about his daughter having a morning like that. “i thought i heard the commotion from upstairs…” he trails off. he takes a moment to breathe and to think, looking you up and down again, trying to figure out why you're shaking. “you're nervous.”

“it was a weird morning.” you still fiddle with your necklace. “other than her tantrum, she was good.”

a huff escapes from his nose, still looking at your figure as he thinks. you’re so damn small compared to him. it's almost adorable in a way he won't admit to himself. “she had a tantrum this morning? why? what started it?”

looking around the room, you shrug. “it was typical friday stuff.” you say, still nervous that you’re talking to matt rather than hearing three sentences from him. “she didn’t want to get out of bed, then she didn’t like the clothes i picked, whined about how she didn’t want to go to school, then she started crying when i carried her backpack to the car when she wanted to carry it.” you think back to this morning before continuing. “we were also running late and that makes my brain a mess, hence why i forgot my wallet, but after a small pep talk when i strapped her into her car seat, she got better.”

the man nods as you explain the events from earlier. you were pretty, in his opinion—he was looking at you from head to toe. a thought seems to hit him, and he bites the inside of his cheek. his next sentence comes out in a much more gruff tone. “come here.”

your eyes grow wide as you blink at him, your heart rate picking up from nerves. “w-what?” you stammer.

letting out a soft sigh, he repeats himself. “you heard me. come. here.”

when you slowly start to walk over to him, you rub the sweat from your palms onto your jeans. you don’t get too close, but you’re not too far, either. he watches as you walk over, his eyes not leaving your body. the thought that he could easily pick you up with one arm in an instant makes him laugh internally. you stop about a foot or so in front of him, standing there with wide eyes. “closer.”

you put your shaky hands behind your back, shuffling even closer to him with a million thoughts running through your brain. did you do something wrong with evelyn? did you forget something important that you needed to bring to school for her? are you going to be fired for forgetting your stupid wallet?

matt’s eyes dart all over your face as you step closer, his jaw clenching for a moment as his eyes linger on yours, then your hair, your nose, your mouth, then your body again. you are so small. it’s very clear with the way you’re shaking and the anxiety clear on your face that you are nervous. “closer.” he says again, his eyes flicking to your necklace for a moment.

smirk tugs at his lips as you step closer, his eyes locked onto you. you’re now standing directly in front of him as he leans on the counter, his height is much more intimidating up close, but you can’t make yourself pull away. it’s like he has a magnetic pull, causing you to stare at him with awe.

he watches your every move and the way you tremble. “you’re shaking.”

“i-i just want to grab my wallet. if i interrupted something important, i’m sorry, it won’t happen again.”

the chuckle in his throat is ticklish as you struggle to get any words out. “take a deep breath. calm down.”

surprised by what he said, you somehow listen and take a couple of deep breaths. well, he is the father to a toddler, after all. you’re sure he deals with a lot of temper tantrums that involve guidance in breathing. after a few inhales and exhales, you calm down just a smidge. “i’m sorry.”

matt watches as you finally start calming down, a slight sense of satisfaction washing over him as you do. he’s not exactly sure why, but he liked watching your shaky body slowly come together again. “you don’t need to keep apologizing, y/n.”

“sorry.” you reply, mentally punching yourself in the face when you say the word. “it’s a habit.”

although, your name rolling off of his tongue has between your legs tingle, but you try to blink away the dirty thoughts and ignore it.

he scoffs. you are so damn polite; it’s almost cute. “stop apologizing.” he orders, bringing his hand up to cup your cheek, his brows furrowing as his thumb grazes your lip. “how old did you say you are again?”

your breath hitches when he touches you, but instead of backing away, you stay put. your lashes bat in his direction as he continues to rub on your bottom lip. “twenty-one.” you exhale, as if you were holding your breath this entire time.

“you’re such a pretty young thing.” he whispers, hand moving down to your throat as he gently kneads at the flesh. “you must be so innocent still.”

grunting when he squeezes at your neck, you subconsciously glance down at his groin, where you can see his growing hard-on. your eyes widen, chest heaving and licking your lips. the pooling in the middle of your thighs only escalates, clenching them together.

this is your boss, y/n. stop.

“do you trust me?” he blurts out, a smirk growing wider once he notices you staring. he has you right where he wants you: at his mercy.

“yes.” and that’s true.

he grabs your hips and pulls you closer, leaning into where your noses are touching. “lift your leg.”

complying, his hand reaches under your thigh when you raise your leg to rest on his hips. you gasp, feeling his bulge rub against your clothed clit. he grinds against you swiftly. “you feel that? that’s what you do to me; every single time i see you.”

“fuck.” you exhale, subconsciously rutting your hips more into him to feel more friction.

“dirty girl.” he whispers, one of his hands reaching up to squeeze your breast while the other that’s resting on your thigh moves to the waistband of your pants. “do you want me to touch you here?”

you throw your head back, nipples peeking at his touch. “please.”

matt groans, leaning down to nip at that spot below your ear. a high-pitched whine leaves your lips, his fingers slipping under your panties. the pad of his pointer rubs at your bud, and you moan softly. he keeps leaving wet kisses on your jaw, toying at your clit. “so fucking wet.”

you keep moaning, clenching around nothing when he plays with you faster. this plus the rubbing of his dick against you makes you want more, but you fight it off. he removes his hand after a few seconds, leaving you aching before bringing his fingers to his lips. he laps at your juices, humming approvingly.

then, his eyes darken, voice extra demanding. “get on your knees.”

while you’re getting on your knees, the pumping of your heart is the only thing you seem to hear, matt starting to unbuckle the belt of his jeans. as you patiently wait, he unloosens it and his pants drop to his ankles along with his boxers. your mouth waters at what’s in front of you, being put under matt’s make-believe spell. he’s big—really big—and you can’t help but stare at it longingly.

tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, he smiles a genuine smile. “open your mouth; good girl.” he cups both of your cheeks, sliding his cock agonizingly slow between your lips. he lets out a long groan the more his inches fill your mouth until you gag once his tip nudges at the back of your throat.

“awe.” he coos, wiping some drool at the sides of your lips with his thumb. “that’s not even all of it.”

you bob your head, moaning around his length at how good he feels in your mouth. slurps and gags continue when you go faster.

he grunts and hisses at your sudden change of speed. “ah, slow, slow.” he fists your hair and taps you on the cheek, causing you to wince and stop. “i said slow.”

matt hasn’t had his dick sucked since his ex, which had to have been over a year ago. hell, he hasn’t had sex since her. he was getting sick of his hand doing the pleasure for him, but the warmth of your mouth is a reminder that you’re here.

your eyes tear up when he lets go of your hair, the stinging there for a few seconds before you move again, this time at the slow pace he requested. he nudges your head up, forcing you to look at him through your lashes as you resume to suck him off.

“that’s it.” he exhales with a moan, back pinned against the countertop. “good girl, listening to everything i say.”

he licks his teeth as he stares down at you, your doe eyes going into his soul as you’re stuffed full with his cock. if only he had his phone nearby, he would take a picture of this.

it’s quiet, except for his groaning and the wet sounds. his mouth is agape, his dick disappearing in and out of those plump lips. deep down, he thinks he’s using you to get off, but little does he know, you wanted this as much as he did. it’s like he wants this image engraved into his mind forever.

without even realizing it, you start to bob your head faster again, gulping more of his cock in the process.

“mmph, fuck, wait.” he pants, voice getting higher when his dick twitches. “s-slow down. slow, slow—” he lets out a long groan, grabbing the back of your head to move it down to his pelvis. you gag for the last time, his cum shooting down your throat all at once. you relax your jaw, making his seed easier to swallow. “so fucking good. such a good girl.” he pants again.

when he pushes you off, you cough as you try to catch your breath from being able to breathe again. matt’s still looking at you, but this time with his original stone-cold demeanor. his eyes flick over to the stove clock. “it’s 2:45 now. you should probably start getting ready to grab evelyn soon.”

with that, he pulls up his undergarments, zips them, and walks away.

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matt’s seen walking towards the front door through the window of the white picket-fenced home when you park the car, and you take a shaky exhale. seeing him after what happened makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand, but you don’t know if it’s in a good or bad way.

because, well, you enjoyed what you two did. a lot.

after another short breath, you get out of the driver's seat to open the back door. avoiding matt forever is impossible, so you’ll just have to toughen up and deal with it.

evelyn’s kicking excitedly, the top straps unbuckled already when you reach to undo the bottom half of her car seat. just as she hops down onto the driveway, the front door opens as if on queue.

of course, she leaves her backpack and the little mermaid water bottle behind as she bolts to her father. “daddy! daddy!” you hear her squeal excitedly, closing and locking the car doors once you grab her school stuff.

matt scoops up evelyn with ease and kisses her on the head. he smiles down at his daughter, asking her a whole bunch of questions about the school day. he nods and pipes in here and there to keep the conversation flowing as his little girl rambles on. you notice how matt gets when he sees evelyn, and his demeanor completely changes. he’s happy and engaged, eyes showing the love he has for her. it’s so fucking adorable.

“what do you want for dinner, missy?” matt asks, adjusting her in his arms when she starts to slip.

you silently watch the interaction, not wanting to ruin their moment as evelyn brings her finger up to her chin to think. it takes her a few seconds, but she says something along the lines of ‘the dinner of champions.’

“dino nuggets and mac and cheese?” he questions with a quirked brow. “but you had that last night.”

evelyn puts her hands together and pouts, giving him the best puppy dog eyes she can muster. unfortunately for her father, that trick will always work on him.

he sighs, setting her down. “i suppose so…”

“can y/n stay for dinner?” evelyn tugs at matt’s pants as she pleads. “pretty please?”

you hesitate with your answer, because you don’t know what’s in store if you stay longer than usual. “oh, i don’t—”

“you should.” matt quirks a brow, turning to face you. “it will be fun, yeah?”

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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[starkwlkr]

monster mash | oscar piastri

summerween masterlist

Oscar didn’t think he would be babysitting on Halloween night, but then again he didn’t have plans. He was stuck babysitting his mom’s friend’s kid, Luke. The parents were going to a Halloween party so Oscar’s mom volunteered her son to babysit.

“Why would you do that? I’ve never even met the kid!” Oscar groaned as Nicole Piastri closed the front door after giving candy to trick or treaters.

“Laurie is a good woman and she even babysat you so please just look after Luke for one night.” Nicole replied.

“Mum, it’s Halloween.” Oscar frowned.

“And you’re babysitting.”

So Oscar got ready and drove to Laurie’s house that was decorated with skulls, pumpkins and fake spiderwebs. It was clear that this family took the holiday seriously. After ringing the doorbell, the door opened revealing a kid with a pirate costume.

“What are you supposed to be?” The boy asked.

Oscar rolled his eyes. “Your babysitter for the next three hours.”

“Lame.”

“Luke! Be nice to Oscar!” The boy’s mother said as she walked to the door to greet Oscar. She was dressed as Dorothy from the wizard of oz while her husband was dressed as the scarecrow. “Hi, thanks for coming. Our numbers are on a sticky note on the fridge, he is not allowed to watch any scary movie no matter what he says and no more eating candy.”

“But it’s Halloween!” Luke whined.

“Listen to your mother, Luke, no more candy.” His father stated. “There’s money on the kitchen counter if you want to order some pizza. We should be home by 12.”

Oscar nodded at all their instructions. How was he supposed to keep a kid entertained? Legos? He didn’t know the first rule to entertain kids.

After Luke’s mom and dad left, the seven year old immediately ran to the living room and grabbed the landline. Oscar wasn’t sure if what to do. It’s not everyday that a little kid uses a landline. After dialing a number and waiting a few seconds, Luke spoke into the phone.

“They’re gone. My dad left money for pizza. Bring your candy too.” He said then hung up.

Oscar stood in the living room confused. “Who were you talking to?”

“Sarah.” Luke replied casually. He then walked to the coffee table and grabbed the remote, turning on the tv and clicking netflix. “Can you order cheese pizza?”

Oscar didn’t think much of it so he walked to the kitchen to grab the money. His heart stopped when he noticed the back door was wide open. Was this some kind of prank? Surely it was. Before he could do anything, a loud yell startled him from behind him.

“Fuck!” Oscar yelled out as he turned around and saw a random girl laughing along with Luke and another little girl in a Wednesday Addams costume. “That’s not funny.”

“You scream like a girl!” Luke laughed, but stopped when the little girl punched his arm. “Ow!”

“Sorry, it’s Halloween, everyone’s entitled to one good scare.” The random girl said then extended her hand towards Oscar. “I’m Y/n. I’m Luke’s neighbor and this is my sister, Sarah.”

“Oscar, I’m Luke’s babysitter, but only for today.” He made sure to include the last part. He stared at the girl, captivated by her beauty. He figured he must’ve stared at Y/n for a while because Luke was complaining that he was hungry for pizza. “Oh, pizza, yeah right.”

While Sarah and Luke went back to the living room, Y/n hung out with Oscar in the kitchen. He dialed the pizza place. As he ordered, he started stuttering. That’s when Y/n offered to order instead.

“Hey, Tommy! Can we get our usual? And throw in those lava cakes too and a coke. Yeah, thanks. See ya.” Y/n spoke with confidence then hung up and gave Oscar his phone back.

“You know the pizza guy?” Oscar questioned.

“Yeah. He’s my ex, but it all ended on good terms.” Y/n said. “So Freddy, Michael or Jason?”

“What?”

“Do you have a preference? I’m more of a Michael Myers kind of girl, but we can watch Friday the 13th, A Nightmare on Elm Street or if you’re into something else, that’s cool too.” She smiled at Oscar as they walked back to the living room where the kids were trying to find a movie to watch.

“But he’s not—” Oscar pointed to Luke.

“Supposed to watch scary movies? We do this every year! My mom gets a babysitter on Halloween, Sarah and Y/n come over and we eat pizza and watch scary movies!” Luke interrupted. “My mom doesn’t know so don’t tell!”

“Yeah, don’t be lame!” Sarah added.

“Sarah! Be nice or we’re leaving.” Y/n warned. “It’s cool, they won’t get scared.”

“What about the other babysitter? Did they know about this too?” Oscar questioned. He really wasn’t in the mood to get in trouble.

“Yeah, but she was going to tell Luke’s mom and now she’s missing.” Sarah said with no emotion. Oscar nervously laughed, but stopped when no one around him was laughing.

“She’s joking. The last babysitter left because of college and yes she knew about this so come sit so we can watch a movie.” Y/n patted the seat next to her.

Oscar had to come clean at some point. He hated scary movies. He would rather sit through a romance movie than watch some person getting killed by a slasher. So instead of suggesting a more family friendly Halloween movie like Hotel Transylvania, he blurted out two words. Just Dance.

“You mean the game?” Luke asked.

“Yeah, the second one has Monster Mash. It could be . . . fun.” Oscar shyly said.

“Oh god, I haven’t played Just Dance in forever! I say let’s do it.” Y/n agreed and stood up from the couch. Since Luke didn’t have the game, Oscar put the dance on YouTube.

“Wanna try?” Oscar asked Y/n. He looked at the kids. “They don’t look too convinced.”

“Eh, they’ll just have to watch us dance horribly.” Y/n chuckled.

“Speak for yourself! I am a Just Dance champion.”

The kids watched as Oscar and Y/n danced like a zombie while the iconic Halloween song played. They didn’t even notice when Y/n’s ex aka the pizza guy knocked on the door ready to deliver the cheese pizza and lava cake and soda.

Luke opened the door and gave him the money. “Thanks. Keep the change.” He handed Sarah the bottle of soda.

“A dollar?” Before Tommy the pizza guy could get another word in, Luke slammed the door shut.

The kids watched as Oscar picked another song to dance to. Luke shook his head in disappointment. Even he could tell that Oscar had developed a crush on his neighbor.

“Do you know your sister’s number?” Luke asked Sarah.

“Yeah.”

“Cool.” Luke replied. “Want to share a lava cake?”

Eventually, Y/n and Sarah had to leave since Luke’s parents were coming back. As Oscar was putting Luke to bed, the boy gave him a piece of paper with a number on it.

“What’s that?” Oscar asked.

“Y/n’s number. She likes the color red, Agatha Christie books and scary movies.” Luke replied. “It looked like you needed help.”

Oscar couldn’t believe it. Was he that bad that a seven year old had to help him get a cute girl’s number?

“Uh, thanks?” He took the small slip of paper. “Get some sleep, Luke.” He smiled at the boy.

“Oscar? If you and Y/n get married—”

“Okay, I wouldn’t go that far.” Not yet at least.

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[nathaslosthershit]

A Big Decision (Teen Dad!Oscar AU)

(Part 8 of Teen Dad!OP au [Can be read on its own])

Summary: It is time to pop the big question

The twins had finally gone down for a nap after spending so long fighting it. The kids, at age three, have started to fight them more and more, leading their parents to start discussing if it's time for naps to stop. Honey, being a stay at home mom, had needed the nap time as much as her kids had in the past, giving her time to catch up on chores or just rest for a little, so she was really trying to get as much time as she could with it. But maybe it truly was over.

She was surprised to see Oscar pacing in their living room once she went back downstairs.

“Well, aren't you home early?” She says as Oscar immediately wraps his arms around her, burying his head in her neck and kissing it.

“Missed you all, did what they needed from me extra fast so I could get home earlier. Thought we could maybe go out tonight?”

“Oscar, it's a friday night. Do you know how impossible getting a babysitter would be? The kids also take a while to warm up to babysitters, I don’t think it's a good idea.”

“Good thing I thought ahead then. Lando had a free night and has been begging to see them after the last ‘betrayal’ when they wore Sargeant hats. Even better, he said he would do it for free if it meant working towards being the favorite.”

“Oscar, you can’t get your coworkers to babysit your twin toddlers for free by dangling favoritism in their faces.”

“It was his idea! I am just capitalizing off of it. I got us a nice reservation too, we just need to let him now in the next…” Oscar checks his wrist where his watch usually rests but finds it missing, “uh now. So I need an answer quickly, are we going to stay home and eat the same leftovers we have had for the past two days, or are we going to make Lando Norris the happiest man alive by letting him watch our kids for free while we have an amazingly romantic dinner?” Oscar quickly asks as he takes his ex-fiancee, now girlfriend, in his arms.

“Fine, let's go out, we could use the night off. Let Lando know I appreciate him watching them for us.”

“Perfect, why don’t you go out, do something nice for yourself, I'll take over with the kids. We still have time before dinner tonight.” Oscar suggested in a strange tone as he kissed all surface area of her face.

“What is up with you today? I don’t mind it but you are so much more touchy.” She laughed.

“Don’t worry bout a thing.” Was all he replied as he walked away. “Tonight will be the best yet, I promise.”

That’s when it struck her, why he was being so weird. Surely, he was going to propose.

After the huge fight in Suzuka, she had called the engagement off, causing them to ignore each other’s existence unless it came to the kids, for seven weeks. Since they had gotten back together, life had been blissful. Sure, it was most likely the ‘honeymoon’ phase of their relationship, but even so, they had been so ready to marry each other before things started going downhill. Maybe days after they got back together isn’t the right time to get engaged, but they had been to hell and back together since they got pregnant at 18 years old, they were it for each other, always would be. 

Oscar taking off of racing had also been a blessing. It had been hard for him, certainly. But he had needed to learn how to put his family first again, a priority that got harder to keep up with since joining Formula 1. 

As she sat in the nail salon chair, getting what were hopefully her engagement nails done, she thought back to how far they’d come. 

Arriving home with her nails done, and after getting the most amazing massage, Honey was giddy as she greeted her, hopefully, soon to be fiancé. After an hour and a half of filling her head with wedding plans and thinking about their future when she would finally get to be Mrs. Piastri after 7 years, she was more excited then she was the first time he proposed. 

This excitement continued from the moment she stepped into the shower, till the moment she sat in her seat at the restaurant. Oscar had hired a driver for the night, saying it was a night all for them, no need to be careful of how many drinks they were going to have, he had also told her he had plans to take them to the beach after where they could finish the night with a picnic by the water and stay as late as they liked. 

There was one thing that was off about him though, while she had expected nerves, she had also expected excitement from him and soon noticed the more giggly she was, the more upset he seemed to be. Maybe he realized she had caught on?

She finally asked what was up after he spilt his drink.

“Seriously Osc, what is wrong with you? You claim this is such a nice night for just the two of us but you are a mess right now!”

“It’s nothing, I’m sorry I don’t know why I’m like th-”

“Bullshit. I thought I made it clear how awful of a liar you are Oscar Jack Piastri, just tell me. Please?”

Silence filled the air as he stared at her, words failing.

“I will get up if you don’t-”

“I had a meeting with higher ups at McLaren earlier today and was told if I don’t come back then I am out of the contract and I agreed to come back for the Spanish Grand Prix!” Oscar blurted out.

Again, a heavy silence landed on the couple, both of them daring the other one to speak first.

Then, without a single word, Honey got up from the table and walked to the car leaving Oscar at the table, tears starting to fall.

Part 2 out now!

[mister-mickey]

HALLOWEEN HEADCANONS (modern au) (Tw- drinking)

Darry

- wasn’t going to dress up because he was focused on other things, but pony and soda convinced him to dress up as Superman and he really enjoyed it

- he spent the early parts of the night handing out popcorn balls to trick or treaters, but later on he went to a Halloween party with Tim and Twobit

- At the party he got super drunk and ate a bunch of peach rings. Tim had to drag him home (which was insanely difficult for many reasons)

Soda

- dressed up as a cowboy, he actually took a long time getting his costume how he wanted it. He def goes all out for Halloween

- he helped Darry with the trick or treaters, but left early to go to a different party with Steve

- At HIS party, he didn’t really get drunk, but he had the time of his life babysitting Steve. At some point, Steve passed out and soda just sat next to him in the floor and ate chocolate and drank punch

Pony

- he wasn’t going to go all out, but soda wanted him to. So pony ended up dressed as a werewolf

- he and johnny went around town looking at peoples costumes and giggling. Later in the night, they got scared by Dallas who chased them through a field with a knife

- when Dallas was done harassing them, he gave them the candy he stole from some kids and disappeared into the night, pony and Johnny went home and watched scary movies with their new candy

Johnny

- Johnny dresses up as the same thing every year: himself. However, this year soda got out some fake blood and made him a little greaser vampire, and Johnny was giddy

- he hung out with pony most of the night, not trick or treating because they both felt too old, but just soaking everything in. Dallas chased after them with a knife, which was scary but he gave them candy so Johnny forgave him.

- all in all, it was a great Halloween for Johnny! He ate chocolate and watched Carrie with his bff and he’d do it all again

Dallas

- you might think he isn’t the type to dress up, but you would be wrong. He’s the type that LOVES to buy a cheap ghostface costume and scare girls, and that’s what he did

- he chased many, many, MANY people, ending with Johnny and pony because he couldn’t resist. He went to a few parties, but they weren’t wild enough for his tastes. He made fun of Tim while Tim was trying to drag Darry home, but regretted it when twobit tackled him

- he spent the rest of the night at the Curtis house eating candy and drawing on everyone that fell asleep

Twobit

- he took his sister trick or treating dressed as a wolf (she was little red riding hood) and guilt tripped many houses into giving him candy as well

- he got Tim and Darry to come to a Halloween party with him and they had a good time until he and darry got too drunk for their own good. Tim (also drunk) was roped into being the babysitter. When dally joined the group, twobit decided he deserved to get tackled

- when tim finally got them both at Darry’s house, twobit immediately started in on his Halloween candy and ended up getting incredibly sick. He passed out sometime after three am

Steve

- he did NOT want to dress up but soda made him and Steve ended up as a a bottle of mustard (soda was going to be the ketchup but he forgot so Steve is just mustard by himself). Steve came to the Curtis house to pick him up for the party and they had a blast!!!

- soda didn’t drink, but Steve did. He ended the night with his head in sodas lap while soda ran his fingers through his hair (Steve was too dizzy to stand)

- eventually, Steve woke up in sodas bed with him, both of them still in their Halloween costumes. Steve went straight back to sleep with a smile on his face

Tim

- Tim is the one that REFUSES to ever dress up. The last time he dressed up he was like seven (he was a pirate). He hasn’t trick or treated since then either because he thinks he’s too old for it.

- he made sure curly and Angela had plans for the night and then left to go to a party with Twobit and Darry. He proceeded to get absolutely shitfaced and was having a great time. Until he and his bros didn’t really want to stay any longer, then he realized that navigating a party (with two guys taller and heavier than you, and drunk) while you’re drunk is… difficult. He managed to get them outside when Dallas started making fun of him. They all ended so going to Darry’s house

- Tim passed tf out and woke up on the kitchen floor with a marker mustache

Angela

- she dressed up as an angel (obviously) and went to a party with her friends. She lied to Tim about it because he didn’t want her going to any parties.

- she was having a good time until she saw Tim at the party. Even if he was totally wasted, she was NOT sticking around and snuck away. She got home and hung out with curly

- her and curly ate candy and watched children of the corn

Curly

- he dressed up as Batman because I like to headcanon that he really likes Batman. He didn’t trick or treat, he mostly just harassed little kids all night. He egged dallys car and decided the night was over when he almost got run over

- he went home, poured his candy out on the coffee table, and ate it while watching tv. It wasn’t until Angela got home that they put something in to watch together. Curly have never seen children of the corn, but he was freaked out fs

- he woke up warm and cozy on the couch with Angela

[space-invading-pigeon]

Everyone jokes about Steve being the babysitter or the mom friend, but no one actually appreciates everything he does until he gets sick. Steve is the epitome of a doting parent; sure, he's only twenty and the seven kids he's adopted aren't actually his in any legal way, but those kids are his pride and fucking joy. Anyone who sees Steve with those kids can tell that he loves them deeply, which is why Steve is the only person in the Party that can convince their parents to allow anything- their parents KNOW that their kids will not only be well looked after, but they'll be genuinely enjoying themselves too.

Because he's a single mom except he's actually just barely out of his teenage years with no kids, he gets a lot of shit from everyone about it; he's known almost exclusively to the Party as Mama Steve (when he isn't in earshot of course). That's all fine by Steve, he always wanted a big family and now he has it. The problems start to appear when the Party realizes that Steve Harrington flat out ignores his own needs until they're so pressing that he's physically unable to do anything.

It all starts when Robin is told by Keith, of all people, that Steve has called in sick. Robin, of course, panics and calls him, and when he doesn't answer she calls Eddie to check on him. He and Steve had gotten closer since spring break, so it wasn't unusual for a member of the party to call either Eddie or Steve to check in on the other.

Eddie checks in to find Steve Harrington, badass warrior prince incarnate, sobbing from a blanket mountain on the couch in his living room. No one has ever actually seen Steve cry before, so Eddie freaks out, but it's just the result of a high fever and watching Old Yeller by himself. After calming the sick man, Eddie managed to coax some medicine into him and call Family Video to let Robin know that, yes, Steve is alive and no, he wasn't going to die of fever, but he only manages to get Steve to sleep by reading to him (Eddie finds it disgustingly adorable, even more so later when Nancy mentions that Steve loves stories but struggles with what he calls "moving letters"). And for the next two weeks, Steve is down for the count. Joyce and Claudia Henderson take turns making sure Steve is alright (Joyce because Steve is one of Her Kids, and Claudia because Steve is the Older Son she never had) while Eddie, Nancy, Jonathan, and Robin all try to take his place.

By the end of the first day, Nancy calls it quits: Mike is a bullheaded terror who only ever seems to like Will, El, or Eddie, and even then he doesn't always listen to them, so the Wheeler siblings fight even more ferociously than usual. She can't get El or Erica to listen, either; Erica is a force to be reckoned with, and El will only nod passively before doing what she wants anyway. By the end of day three, Jonathan is out. He won't say what happened, but he told Max to be nicer to the Party one time and, ten minutes later, he was tearfully saying that the kids were little monsters.

Robin lasts longer, almost an entire week, by chattering at the kids until they give up and listen to her. She meets her match when Dustin and Erica try to commandeer the Family Video computer again: Dusting sneaks past and almost breaks the computer just trying to get to it while Erica does Erica and argues until Robin the Rambler runs out of words. The morning of day seven is very dark for her.

Eddie, through what he believes to be the universe's acknowledgement of the depth of his affection for Steve and also sheer force of will, lasts the whole two weeks, but just barely. Mike argues over everything, no matter what; Will is skittish at the best of times and disappears constantly (thankfully, not like his Upside Down episodes - the boy just can't stop getting distracted and wandering away from the group), only to reappear directly behind Eddie and scaring him into an early grave; Lucas gets frustrated easily and can never seem to find the right words to communicate his thoughts and feelings, so he snarks and lashes out before awkwardly trying to mend the situation; Erica is so completely herself that it can be dizzying when the full force of that hurricane is directed towards Eddie; Dustin practically follows Eddie around like a little duckling, demanding updates on Steve or ranting about one of his many interests; El spends most of her time with the Party learning about how girls her age act through Max or practicing her braiding on Eddie. The worst of them all, though, is Max. Despite having healed up, she's still in physical therapy to rebuild her muscle strength and dexterity, and her eyesight is bad enough now that there's talk of her getting a service animal. It isn't that she needs a little extra attention that makes her the worst, though: it's that somehow, she still chases the most mischief. Eddie has only narrowly managed to keep her from assaulting no less that nine people in the two weeks that Steve is sick, and he knows she's definitely tried to commit arson at least twice that often.

Finally, after two weeks, Steve feels better enough to return to his usual activity, and Eddie begs him to never get sick again.

[stevie-petey]

we thought love was something (we weren't meant to find)

﹂ season two of "come home"

as you approach a year since will's disappearance, things seem to be back to how they were. you still have jonathan and the boys, hawkins is boring again, and you and steve harrington aren't really friends. you convince yourself that it's fine, but time can't heal all wounds, and you sure as hell have your fair share of them. when will starts having episodes and your brother hides a literal monster from you, junior year becomes a lot more painful than it already was. (and because you can never win, steve gets dragged into it). (more complicated feelings arise). (as usual).

episode one: MADMAX - what does steve fear more ? you or the plague ? currently it's you, some guy with an awful mullet stares you down in the parking lot (gross), nancy invites you to a party from your nightmares, and you become an official unlicensed therapist for will. yay for junior year !

episode two: trick or treat, freak - you and nancy have a bonding session in the library (kinda hot tbh), billy gives jonathan and steve a common cause to unite on: Protect Y/N, you're a chauffeur to a very sad steve harrington, and dustin uses will's trauma to his advantage.

episode three: the pollywog - you lecture jonathan about daddy issues and then have an intellectual debate about healthy relationships, you play Mr. Love Dr with Steve, nancy and jonathan go on a sick side quest (and actually inform you this time !), meanwhile: you're about to put a leash on your damn brother.

episode four: will the wise - jonathan is gone for one day and suddenly all hell breaks loose, your hesitant friendship with steve is already rocky (thanks billy) but steve is hot when he's angry tbh, you become a couple's counselor to lucas and max (sorry dustin), and you're now officially the world's worst cat owner ever. and babysitter. but what else is new ?

episode five: dig dug - you and dustin bury a body and con your mother into fleeing town, great sibling bonding time ! you play hockey with a monster, dustin gets ghosted by his friends, and now it's your turn to kidnap steve (technically dustin does, but you don't stop him) who later gives you some terrifying realizations.

episode six: the spy - dustin and steve haggle a butcher, you throw some meat at steve and then have a weird conversation about love, you stop dustin from becoming an incel, and then you wrestle some demodogs like any real woman would. side note: steve is hot protecting the kids.

episode seven: the mind flayer - jonathan is back and has a lot of questions and you have even more for him, the gang gets back together and ties will to a chair, you tell the kid a story to distract him from his demons, steve is a confused mess but at least youre with him, and someone makes a surprise appearance (her name rhymes with shell).

episode eight: the gate - you encourage nancy to take your place (everyone is shocked), you and steve are the newest babysitters in town, billy ruins things as always, tunnels are weird when youre concussed, you remind jonathan of an old promise, and when the snowball comes you make your own promise with steve that you know you can keep.

⌑ set between seasons 2 and 3

﹂ episode nine: the fall - surprise ! life still carries on even with minor brain damage from constant concussions :( on the bright side, you and the gang all become homies. meanwhile, steve grapples with the warm fuzzies and parental issues before his worst nightmare happens: you meet robin. the horrors !

⌑ status: COMPLETE

⌑ season two title based on this song x

⌑ blurbs set within "come home" can be found here x

⌑ “come home” season masterlist

*note: this is a part of my stranger things rewrite, “come home”, and other seasons can be found linked above :)

[elaemae]

The premium version of human is here to wreck house, mfs.

Twst x Obey me!AFAB!reader

(Reader is Ob's MC)

CW:

•NO APPEARANCE SPECIFIED FOR READER.

•Poly.

•Cursing.

•Reader is referred to as "you" or they/them and even "he/him" because NRC boys refer to any living humanoid in the school as a male by default.

•Crowley.

•It's my first time writing a fanfiction, pls tell me if I should continue writing this.

(Random pic go brr—)

What will happen when a perpetually hungry-for-cuddles and tired-of-this-shit hooman gets kidnapped by a motherfucking horse and decides (kinda? Yeah nope. This wasn't by choice.) to enroll in a school full of problematic kids and their irresponsible af headmage?

Chaos. Pure and utter chaos with a lot of high-end simping in the mix (Along with the slightly unhinged urge to commit arson and burn a bitch to crisp)

So read as [y/n] tries to run away from the school-life while trying to just get back to their goddamn harem family (God saw this thought and decided that giving y/n more harem members is the appropriate course of action), all while juggling the harsh responsibilities of being a guardian, babysitter, therapist, healer, protector, local crush and celebrity for poor Yuu and the entirety of NRC.

("Pls send help" — y/n)

• • • • •

Disclaimer: You may have been kidnapped to a whole 'nother world and you may be on the verge of a mental breakdown, but you're sure as hell gonna look hot and serve cunt while you go through all your problems.

Prologue: 1

IMPORTANT: Mc will be referred to as they/them in this story, but in these beginning chapters a lot of people will refer to mc as a dude because y'know; NRC is an ALL BOYS school and nrc students came to expect that those in the school are all boys.(this'll change dw)

In order to avoid confusion, every time that the MC is addressed by others as he/him or more; I will color it blue. why blue? I find it easier to read.

Sample; 'He turned to them.'

The "He" in this passage is referring to MC because the character referring to them thinks that they're a guy.

REMINDER: This is Fanfiction! Not everything will be the same as canon because of this thing called the 'butterfly effect'.

• • • •

The Dorm Leaders + lilia were just about to call this Opening Ceremony over.

So close to getting out of this hall and finally being able to go on their merry ways to escort the new students back to their respective dorms before the hectic-ness of preparing for hours starts to catch up to them.

Though, things are never quite that easy in NRC.

A commotion with the students quite far from them leaves the majority of them annoyed/disgruntled. (Kalim is just confused and curious)

The headmaster rushes to check what was wrong only for a student to point out that there is an unopened coffin floating in a shadowy part of the hall.

Armed with the desire to get this shit over with and to avoid embarrassment from missing a coffin when he was going around opening them and also, with Yuu waiting near the mirror, the headmaster opens the coffin to wake the new student inside.

The dorm leaders walked closer to be able to quickly usher the new student to the dark mirror only to notice that the headmaster froze up.

"...Headmaster? Are you alright?" Azul "Boutta-do-sumthin-devious" Ashengrotto asked with faux concern.

"Ah– Ah yes! I'm alright Mr. Ashengrotto."

Crowley the bitch cleared his throat and reached inside the coffin to wake the student up.

"Hmm..."

The dorm leaders subconsciously or not, peaked inside the coffin before getting gobsmacked by the sleeping student.

Sure, the student looked quite cute ("New potential apple locked in" — Vil.) even with half of his face obstructed but what really drew their attention were the jewelries that he was wearing.

Three luxurious looking earrings on each of his ears, all unique from each other, all with a respective color and design except for that one earring with two gemstones connected to it, orange and indigo. Seven gems, six earrings

An ornament on his forehead that looks to be a combination of a circlet and a Ferronnière made from gold, with intricate black bat-like wings surrounding the red gemstone in the middle.

And that's just the jewelry on his head.

There's also the sleek black choker with a golden sheen on his neck with a teal gemstone surrounded by small diamonds hanging in the middle.

They don't know if this guy has anymore but the jewels they can see for now is more than enough for them to make the deduction that this student has some alot of money on his hands.

No wonder the Headmaster froze up.

Azul subconsciously starts fixing up his appearance when he starts to wake up, wanting to make a good impression on a potential, rich victim client.

• • • •

"Mmh... What the hell.. Why is the bed so hard.."

You mumbled as you stirred, feeling someone lightly shaking you awake.

You opened your eyes, expecting maybe the brothers, solomon, dia, barbs, simeon or luke but you were instead met with a face obscured by a dark bird mask.

"..."

"..."

"You have two seconds to unhand me before you lose your hands." or your life. Depends on who I can summon first.

You made your voice as cold and unwelcoming as possible as the man with the bird mask squawked and backed away a bit in shock.

"H– How rude..! I'll have you know that I was only–"

"Where am I?"

You cut off the weird looking bird-man as you scanned your surroundings and moved to come out of the coffin why were you in a coffin? you were in, in fear of it closing and locking you inside.

You glance warily to the bird-man while keeping an eye on the huge number of robed individuals that you can see. are you in a cult? Damnit, did one of the Brothers' crazy cults decide to kidnap you out of jealousy again??

Especially the seven (reminder that lilia is there with the Housewardens) closest to you and bird-dude.

Some solomon-kinnie motherfucker is currently eyeing you down like he's about to sell your kidneys to the black market or something.. Hmm... Your fight or flight instincts are telling you to sell HIS kidneys instead.

*Ehem*

Burd-dude cleared his throat and addresses you.

"It seems that the teleportation magic has left you disoriented... No matter, I can forgive your offense of trying to threaten me for I am gracious!"

He then looked weirdly like a combination of preening peacock and a proud chicken.

"I repeat. Where in the unholy trinity of the three realms, am I?"

Now that raised a few eyebrows.

You feel for the necklace under your clothes that Thirteen gave you, filing the question of why you're also wearing the same robe as these people away, in your head.

While the guy that you now dub-thee as "bird-bitch" started gawking at you and going on a tangent of being disrespectful, you scan the big hall/room you're in looking for ways to escape.

• • • •

Hmm... This new student seems to be a knowledgeable individual.

Lilia kept his gaze on the student, studying how he took on a defensive stance the moment he got out of the coffin.

They need to calm this student quickly before something happens.

The student seems to be confused on why he's here and is looking for a way to get out.

If the way his eyes moved around the room in quick succession is any indicator.

Not the first time that something like this happens but add in the magicless student's appearance, he gets the feeling that something strange will occur once again.

Seeing him take out and grasp the palm-sized gemstone of a whole 'nother necklace hidden under his robe how many trinkets does this boy have??, Lilia got ready to jump in the fray should something happen.

There's a possibility that the student can use that necklace as a weapon if that was what he chose to hold in this situation and not his other shiny ornaments.

Lilia was proven right when the necklace and the gemstone glowed and formed into a fancy-looking staff that the student quickly pointed towards Crowley.

He looked at the dorm leaders around him to see if any of them will do something.

...

yeah no. If anything, they look like they're watching an amusing show. Especially Schoenheit and Kingscholar..

Though it seems more like Riddle is still assessing the situation before he brings out his infamous collar.

Haahh.. Youngsters these days..

Chapter list | → PROLOGUE 2: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

Elae: Sorry if my grammar is off, English isn't my first language.

Btw, Thanks for reading this far! Hope you enjoyed it😊

Srry if my format is also off, I've only been using tumblr for a few days now...

MOST IMPORTANTLY; Should I continue reading this fanfic? I wanna know if people still read Obey mexTwst stories here...

[badasmuse]

“Homewrecker”

Bada Lee x Reader

Warnings: 18+ (MDNI), lowercase intended, language, cheater!bada, bottom!bada, bada is married to h*wl, bada has a daughter, top!reader, lonely bada, she also cries, appearance from itzy’s yuna

Summary: bada is lonely, you fix that.

Part 2 Here

you absolutely loved children. ever since you were fifteen when you started babysitting for your neighbor that’s when you knew. you actually wanted to start your own daycare but you wanted a degree so you decided to take a few online classes in early childhood education. but, going to college meant you need money for books and such so you never stopped babysitting. but your usual child’s father came back into her life making you jobless once again, so when you received a text from an unknown number stating she got your number from her friend you jumped with joy. and that’s how you started working for bada lee and her husband.

on your first day, you pull up to the extremely big house, you’re nervous. you keep thinking, what if i lose this kid in this big ass house.

there’s a tall woman and a slightly shorter male standing in the doorway holding a little girl. she looks about seven. you step out of the uber and approach the little family. “hi i’m y/n. i’m looking for ms. lee?”

“that’s me.” she steps out shaking your hand. “you can call me bada. this is my husband howl, not his real name but as a dancer it’s just what he goes by, and our daughter chaeyoung. come in.”

you follow the woman in and dude when i tell you this house is huge. you could probably fit three semi trailers stacked on top of each other in here. with the wheels still on and everything. you’re too busy admiring the house to hear what bada is saying.

“got that y/n?” is all you hear.

“huh? oh i’m… im sorry i was admiring your house i didn’t hear a thing. could you… repeat that?” you say shyly.

“oh no problem. this is a list of people you can call if you can’t get in touch with either of us. always try lusher first she’s my best friend she’ll always be able to get ahold of me. i’ll be out at the studio a lot this month because i’m choreographing a few comebacks and howl is getting ready to go to japan to teach some classes. i will be back around nine tonight. here’s chae’s bedtime routine. she’ll try to stay up past eight thirty, if she fights let her because she’ll fall asleep in the next five minutes. you can just lay a blanket over her on the couch and i’ll carry her to the room when i come back. is that too much at one time?” bada asks after literally vomiting a shit ton of information.

“no no i think i got it all. also, if you’re gonna be dancing, i don’t mind carrying her to her room. you’ll be tired and probably want to shower, i can handle it.” you say smiling.

“if you can i’d appreciate it. oh we have to go. chae you be good for y/n okay? i mean it.” bada says crouching in front of the girl who just nods in response before hugging her mother tight and hugging her father’s leg.

soon, it’s just you and her. boy did she give you a run for your money. you did lose her in the house while playing hide n seek. she made you play dress up with her. she took your phone and hid it, spilled apple juice everywhere, and even went into her parent’s room and took one of her mom’s lipsticks.

by now it’s eight thirty and she surprisingly went to bed without an issue, which you were grateful for because now you have to clean the mess in the kitchen and living room.

“hi i’m home.. y/n?” you hear bada say.

“kitchen!” you respond.

“what.. happened?”

“oh she spilled apple juice. this- here. she took this from your room. um, do you mind calling my phone?” you mumble.

bada sighs and goes into a room before coming out with your phone in hand. “i’m sorry she did this to the last babysitter, and the one before. if you don’t want to continue just let me know okay?” she says helping you clean the apple juice.

you look up at her and see the sweat dripping down her face, the tired look in her eyes. she’s obviously struggling. “what time should i be here tomorrow?”

her eyes light up and she smiles brightly. “um, same time okay? it’ll just be me and her, my husband will be gone early.”

“i’ll be here. go shower. i’ll finish up and make my way out of here.” you pick up the used paper towel, throwing it in the garbage.

thirty minutes later she emerges from the bathroom dressed in a new pair of sweats and a tank with her wet hair flowing down her back.

“i’ll get your uber home. can you put your address in here?”

*

now it’s been four months and man, the feelings you feel towards this woman are crazy.

“she’s just so.. fine, yuna.” you say to your best friend. “when she comes home from the studio and she’s dripping with sweat. you know how hard it is to not jump on her?”

yuna laughs, “isn’t she married?”

“yes but… come on. her husband is never really there. she’s always tired and probably sexually frustrated. i could fix that for her for real.” you say taking the drink from her.

“that’s mine.” she sighs, “well are you gonna go for it?”

“i don’t know, should i? what if i get fired?” you say.

“then you get fired. come on i’ll drop you off. it’s almost time.”

once you arrive at the house, you knock and wait, watching yuna pull off. bada opens the door and looks at you surprised. “y/n? what are you doing here?”

you blink, “it’s.. saturday?”

“oh! oh i’m so sorry. first come in.” she steps to the side, “i’m sorry, chaeyoung is with her grandmother for today. i thought i told you. probably forgot i was doing so much this morning. i feel so bad you probably ubered here, let me pay you for that and i’ll get you one back.”

“my friend dropped me off. i can ask her to come get me.” you say sending a quick text to yuna.

“well have you eaten? let me get you something.” she says.

“i’m okay i’m not hungry.” at least, not for food.

“well.. here’s a water bottle. i’m so sorry.”

“it’s okay bada. my schedule is open.” you look at the reply from yuna and sigh. “actually could you get the uber? my friend is busy, she won’t be able to come get me for at least an hour or so.. unless you don’t mind me waiting?”

“i don’t mind. i actually wanted to talk to you about chaeyoung.” she says sitting next to you.

“what is it?”

“i’m not too sure what you’re doing but.. she used to be terrible in school, behavior wise, and ever since you came along it’s changed. what are you doing with her? what can i do to make sure she doesn’t act that way once you get your degree and stop working for me?” bada sighs, leaning back on the couch.

“bada,” you turn your body to face her, “the issue with chae is you don’t give her enough attention. i know both you and howl work a lot. it happens. but she tells me all the time how she wishes at least you were here more often. she’s lonely. it’s only her and you stick her with a bunch of strangers. she told me she feels happy when i’m here because even tho i’m leaving, i still make her happy because i’m giving her the attention she craves.”

bada wipes a tear from her cheek, “i try. it’s just hard. i want to be here. then howl took that stupid job traveling to different countries like he doesn’t have a wife and child at home. i feel like i’ve been snapping at her which is why i sent her with her grandmother. i wanted to.. be with my husband and he’s not even here he went to america. i wanted to talk to him about this.”

you pull bada in for a hug and rub her back as she cries into your shoulder. “you’re doing the best you can, bada. you can’t be too hard on yourself. howl should’ve thought about that before he left. he needs to understand you need help.” you say softly.

bada pulls back and looks at you, “you really think i’m doing my best?”

“i do.”

there’s a tension filled silence as you look at each other. you don’t know what fueled you but you lean in and kiss her on her lips before pulling back quickly. “oh shit i’m sorry you’re married-“

she cuts you off with another kiss gripping your shirt. this one is a lot more desperate. “please…” she mumbles against your lips. “i need this please.. please don’t go.” she whines.

“your room.” you say and she stands up pulling you into the bedroom she shared with howl.

she pushes you on the bed and climbs on top of you finding your lips again as your hands trail under her shirt. you pull it off her and she whines.

“relax baby, i’ll make you feel good, just be patient.” you turn her on her back kissing her neck and down to her chest. lifting up her bra you attach to her nipple, sucking gently and she moans. you pinch the other one with your fingers and her hips buck up against you, looking for friction.

“keep your hips down.” you whisper, kissing down her stomach. you leave marks on her hip bones and she moans your name.

“y/n please… please i want you so bad!” she writhes on the bed.

you pull her shorts off and she’s not wearing anything under them. “made this easy for me huh? oh you’re so wet for me bada.” you run a finger over her clit and her leg jerks. you put her leg on your shoulder and make eye contact with her. “can i?”

“please y/n please do- OH!” she moans out when your tongue makes contact with her clit. her hands clutch the sheets as you suck on her clit, sticking two fingers in her.

her breath hitches and she lets out loud moans, “oh my god s-so good! please more!”

you insert another finger curling them up into her spot. she lets out a squeal. “why are you so good at this?” she moans, hands going to your hair as she fucks herself onto your fingers. “i’m cumming!”

you speed up your fingers, flicking your tongue skillfully and she cums with a scream, your name falling off her lips.

you pull your hand out giving her a minute to breathe. “you okay?” you run her lower stomach gently.

“i need… more. please? i have.. have toys in my sock drawer.” she pants.

you walk over to where she points and find a different array of toys. “oh you’re kinky.”

“please use whatever you want. make me your slut. please.” she whines.

you bite your lip, grabbing the dildo, a vibrator, and some handcuffs. “you mind?”

“oh please!” she moves her hands to the headboard, letting you cuff her to it. “i-i can eat you out while you fuck me. you can sit on my face.”

you shiver at the thought before stripping and doing what she wants. her tongue skillfully explores you and you question how she let a man trap her with a tongue like that? you lean forward and put the dildo in her, immediately thrusting it in and out of her while putting the vibrator on her swollen clit. she moans into you and pulls at the cuffs. you’re worried she might be uncomfortable so you lift up but she whines loudly. “i’m not finished!”

you sit back down, thrusting the toy faster and turning up the speed on the vibrator. you let out a moan trying not to grind on her face. you move when she starts to mumble something.

“what did you say baby?”

“use me. use me to get yourself off. make me your personal tuck toy.” she moans out.

you moan as you move back onto her face doing as she asks all while you fuck into her tight count with the dildo. you’re close and you know she’s close from the way her moans get higher. she latches onto your clit sucking roughly as you pound the dildo into her gspot and you’re both cumming with loud moans. you remove the toys and she squirts all over her bed. you get off her and rub her clit, helping her ride out her high.

“okay! okay i’m done i can't…i’m done please!” she moans pulling the cuffs.

“give me one more. let me make sure you’re 100% satisfied. you might not get it this good for a while.” you whisper.

she whimpers and cums one last time, her juices flow out of her and you caress her thigh gently.

“so good for me bada. did such a good job.” you uncuff her and she pulls you in for a kiss. you can taste yourself on her tongue.

“thank you.” she whispers. “i needed that. god i needed that.. tell your friend nevermind. stay with me.”

“what about your husband? and chae?” you ask.

“he’s gone for a week, chae will be back tomorrow night. after i take a nap i want to go again.” she groans, turning on her side.

grabbing your phone, you tell yuna to just bring your backpack that has your strap instead and you lay down next to bada. she immediately moves her head onto your chest and sighs, falling asleep.

that was a lot easier than you thought it would be.

[srjlvr]

,, Babysitting With A Stranger ‘‘

PAIRING . . . babysitter!Riki X babysitter!gnReader

GENRE . . . fluff , crack !

WC . . . 1.9k+ !

SYNOPSIS . . . oops! there was a mistake with your babysitter and now you’re stuck with another babysitter…how are you going to survive?

WARNINGS . . . mention of children (again im sorry TT) , mentions of food!

“so i’ll come around 5pm tomorrow” you held your phone close to your ear, waiting for an answer, “that’ll be great, thank you!” on the line was the mother of the children you’re about to babysit the other day.

“gladly, i’ll see you tomorrow!” you happily replied and hanged up.

it’s your fourth babysitting for this week so far, ever since you heard your favorite group is going on a tour, you’ve been determined to collect enough money to buy a ticket.

“i’ve got another one for tomorrow!” you said to your mom and she pat your head, “im proud of you for starting to work your ass off”

you woke up happily the other day, going to school as usual and rejecting any plans for the afternoon.

“let’s go karaoke today!! i feel like losing my voice today” your best friend requested. “sorry, can’t today, im babysitting” you replied.

“again? it’s like your fifth time this week” “fourth to be exact, but what can i do? i gotta get that ticket” you shrugged as she rolled her eyes.

school ended up faster than you expected, and it was already time for you to get mentally prepared for at least seven hours with two children.

you arrived at the house and knocked at the door, “Y/N? come in!” you heard the mother’s voice calling you in.

you opened the door and saw the mother sitting with her children on the ground, playing with them. “meet minho and minji!” she said and the kids cutely waved at you as you smiled at them.

“it’s nice to meet you! how old are you?” you asked them, “we’re six years old” they both answered, “i was born before you though” minji teased, “only by one minute!” minho said annoyingly.

“i think we’re about to enjoy the rest of the evening together!” you said excitedly.

“i will be back around 12am, of course i will be paying you as soon as i get back” the mother smiled and you nodded, “don’t worry, have fu-“ you were about to continue but a knock on the door interrupted you.

“that’s weird, i don’t expect anyone else” the parent said and opened the door.

“hello! i’m riki,” he said, “we’ve talked on the phone three days ago and we agreed i’ll babysit the kids today until 12am”

you stood there in shock as the mother froze, “oh i’m so sorry! i forgot i talked with you on the phone and i called y/n as well oh my god this is such a mess i don’t know what to say” she held her head down.

“it’s okay ma’am! i can go back and-“ you were about to continue but she cut you off, “no no! i’m sure you two had a long way here,” she sighed, “it’s a bit weird of me to request but, is it okay if you babysit together? i’ll pay you even double as an apology”

“it’s okay really-“ “please, let me do it” she pleaded.

you and riki both sighed and nodded, “great, thank you so much!” she smiled, “i really got to go now, thank you again”

before she closed the door she looked at her kids and blowed a kiss, “bye angels, i’ll give you a kiss when i get back!”

riki got inside the house as the kids’ mother left. “so umm, i’m riki” he introduced himself, “yeah i heard your introduction from before” you awkwardly replied.

“uhhh so um” he awkwardly coughed a bit and you zoned out, “right, um im-“ “y/n, i also heard her saying your name before” he chuckled and you nodded.

“can you two stop being so awkward and play with us?” the two kids, who were watching you two standing there like the other furnitures they have at home, dragged you and riki into their bedroom.

“that is where i sleep and that’s where minji sleeps” they both pointed at their beds and you both nodded.

“minji let’s take them to our play room” minho added and minji nodded.

“let’s pick one game and play!” they said and you all sat down to discuss which game you’re going to play.

“i say we should try monopoly! we can team up and play two against two” you suggested and they all nodded.

“then i want y/n in my team” minho said. “not fair! i wanted y/n to be in my team!” minji angrily scoffed, “but i said it first!” minho teased.

“i’m here too, hello hi” riki waved at minji, “i’m good at this game, i promise we’re going to win” he opened his arms for minji to hug him. minji looked at him weirdly but as she saw that he was not going to give up, she went up and hugged him, “you better be good at this game” she said, almost sounding like a threat.

“then let’s start to play!” you rolled the dice and the game started.

“we don’t have any money left!” riki finally called out after a long game, “the bank cant give you more money than you already took, sorry” you replied teasingly, “which means we win!” you high-fived minho and you both hugged each other.

“‘im good at this game’ you said” minji glared at riki, mimicking him from before, “i didn’t know they’re going to make a good team” he whispered back.

“look at the time! it’s already 8pm!! your mother told me you need to go sleep around 8:30pm” you said.

“did you shower yet?” riki asked and the kids nodded, “have you eaten anything?” you asked and the kids shook their heads.

“let’s make some dinner!” you and riki both said and went to the kitchen.

“their mother told me they usually eat scrambled eggs and a salad before they go to sleep, let’s just do that” you smiled at riki, “i’ll make the salad” he replied.

after something like fifteen minutes, you sat the kids down at the table, and served them the food you made, “eat well, don’t fall asleep on the food” riki smiled at the kids as you both watched them starting to eat.

after a few minor fights and jokes, the kids finally finished eating and it was time to put them into sleep.

“good night!” you and riki said. “riki! can you read us cinderella?” minho requested before you could close the door. you and riki shared a few seconds of and awkward eye contact until he broke it with a sigh, “of course!”

as riki got back inside their room, you started cleaning the kitchen from all the mess they created.

riki got out of the room just when you finished your cleaning, then you both flopped on the big sofa. “it’s been a tiring day” you said. “yeah” he shortly replied and it went back to silence.

“so,” riki started talking, “why did you start babysitting?”

“it might sound funny, but i’m actually collecting money to buy a ticket for a concert of my favorite group” you replied, “how about you?”

“the same reason as you actually” you then popped your head up to see his face to look if he’s serious or not, “what group are you planning to go to?” he added.

“wait let’s say the name on the same time” you both sat up and looked deeply into each other.

“one”

“two”

“three”

“(name of your fav group)!” you both said at the same time. “no way” you said.

“you know them?” he replied shockingly, “they’re like my favorite group”

“you’re lying” you said jokingly, “how much money did you save so far?”

“i have around 200$” he replied, “no way me too!” you cheered.

“what should we do while the kids are sleeping?” he asked and you smirked, “i think you know what i’m about to say”

you both spent a whole hour playing your favorite group’s songs and dancing like there’s no tomorrow. even though he was a complete stranger a few hours ago, you felt the most comfortable around him than you’ve ever felt, and it was the exact same feeling for him.

after a tiring dancing session, you and riki flopped on the sofa again, breathing heavily, trying to catch your breath. “i’m kinda hungry” you said and riki nodded in agreement.

as soon as you said that, riki got a notification, he opened his phone and read the text, “i left you and y/n some extra money if you’d like to buy yourself something to eat :) these kids are tiring so i bet you two are hungry”

“is that…” “the kid’s mom? yeah”

“damn those rich people” you both said at the same time and giggled. you decided to order pizza, it wasn’t too expensive but it’s more than enough for you both.

“y/n look! they have nintendo!” riki pointed out, “are you sure we should play in it? i dont want to touch anything that isn’t ours” you replied.

just then, riki got another notification, “p.s, dont be afraid to touch anything around the house, i know how boring it can be when the kids are sleeping ;)”

“she’s so nice i want her to adopt me” you said. “let’s play mario cart, im not better than you in monopoly, but i bet i can win in mario cart” riki said teasingly.

you nodded and grabbed the remotes, “let the games begin” you gave one of the remotes to riki and you started playing.

“so now we’re even” riki smirked, after something like five rounds, you realized you’re not going to win over him and gave up super fast. “yeah yeah i guess so, next time i’m gonna win though!”

“you think there will be next time…?” he asked. “uh well-“ you were about to continue until you heard a sound of keys outside of the door. you and riki turned off the tv and waited for the person to come in.

“hello!” the mother appeared behind the door with a huge smile on her face. “hey!” you and riki greeted her back.

“i’m so sorry again for the huge mistake! how was babysitting my little angels?” she asked, “it was great, we enjoyed doing it together as well” you both said, “your kids are the cutest!” you added.

“thank you! here’s the promised money” she held out the money for you two and you took it. “thank you so much! hope you have a wonderful night!” you and riki bid goodbye to the lady.

“that was fun” you said as you walked out of the door with riki. “it was” he replied, smiling.

“so i was thinking,” you both said at the same time, “you first” you said.

“um so i was thinking,” he said and stopped for a second to take a deep breath, “maybe i’ll be able to get your number and we could go to the concert together?” he asked, “consider it as a first date” he added.

“i would love to” you smiled at him and handed him your phone.

he put his number in your phone and gave it back to you, “hopefully i’ll get to babysit with you again,” he chuckled, “before the concert i mean”

you nodded and smiled, “that would be nice”

as you both exit the building, each one of you had to go to the other side, but not before you gave each other a short hug.

“i’ll contact you as soon as i get home” you said and he nodded. as soon as you let go from the hug, you gave him a peck on his cheek and ran away, leaving him all blushing.

you smiled to yourself, who would’ve thought that babysitting with a stranger wouldn’t be so bad after all?

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[quitealotofsodapop]

So in your Tiger Monk AU how many kittens does Sanzang end up having?

Was it an easy birth or were there complications?

How many sons and/or daughters?

What are their names?

Do any of his cat suitors (particularly Azure) try to court him by showing him that they can get along with and take care of his kittens?

Only to met with the kittens’ claws and Sanzang’s hissing (and that’s just when the other pilgrims aren’t around 🤣)

Do any of the demons that still try to eat Sanzang go after the kittens, thinking their flesh and blood will have the same effect as their baba’s (mama?) ?

And which of the pilgrims (and Macaque) ends up being the kittens’ favorite babysitter?

Prev.

While it would hilarious to torment our dear Monk with a large litter (Tigers sometimes get up to seven kittens/cubs at a time), odds are he ends up with the average 2-4 kittens.

Tripitaka takes to the "mother/mama" title more readily than the male counterparts. After all, if the Bodhisattva can be referred to in both male and female terms, why can't he?

His worst symptoms (in his opinion) is an overwhelming craving for organ meat. He finds it disgusting, but he needs that iron.

The only reason Tripitaka isn't swamped by suitors like before is because they're all afraid of whom was able to father the Great Monk's young (i.e. himself via river magic).

Tripitaka only choses two names at first, A boy and girl, telling his disciples that they can choose any extras when the time comes. He wants to honour his parents, Chen Guangrui (陳光蕊) and Yin Wenjiao (殷溫嬌), whom he nor his children will ever truly know, so he ensures both names contain a character from each.

Wēnhòu/温厚 - "good natured, warm and generous". Wukong got confused after hearing this name since it sounded like "tender monkey". That was unintentional, but Wukong excitedly thought the second character was to honour him, and Tripitaka was too tired to change it

Bōguāng/波光 - "reflection of sunlight on waves". A very pretty name. Ao Lie started laughing when he heard it and wouldn't tell Tripitaka why until the gang encountered Prince Mo'ang. "Master is naming his first born son Boguang!" Now all the dragons think Tripitaka did it as a sign of good faith to dragon kind.

Tripitaka has no delusions on the matter; he is male from birth, and the only reason he knows he can survive this mystical pregnancy is 1: A Demon's natural ability to shapeshift, 2: His increased healing ability, 3: Surprising reassurance from the Six Eared Macaque of all people.

(*the Pilgrims have set up camp for the night, all asleep save for a certain monk. Tripitaka is praying, still unfathomably worried about his and his child's health.*) Macaque, manifesting from the shadows: "Cut the mopping, fluffy. I can hear it from across the valley." Tripitaka, eyes fixed on the fire: "I'm sorry..." Macaque, sighs and groans: "My ears... aren't just for show you know. They don't just hear the Now, but also the Past, and Future. It's all in the wind." Tripitaka: "That's a marvellous ability to possess. But I fail to see how it will help-" Macaque: "You're going to be fine. You and your kids. Thats what I've heard." Tripitaka: (*surprised but secretly ecstatic with the news. Rubs hand on stomach where a lot of kicking it happening*) Tripitaka, warm smile: "Thank you, Liu'er Mihou. You've put a great worry of mine to rest." Macaque, acting nonchalant: "Whatever. Just don't want to be kept up all night by your panicking. There's three by the way." Tripitaka: "...wait, THREE!?!" Macaque, evil smile: "Enjoy!" (*shadow portals away*)

The cubs likely only arrive after some years (demonic pregnancy and all), and whilst it would be nice and clean for them to only arrive after the gang completes their Journey...

Imagine the utter chaos that would occur if the Great Monk's children decided to be born at Lion Camel Ridge? >:3

The Pilgrims and the Brotherhood are arguing, causing a huge fuss when Tripitaka, like a character in a Victorian romance novel, faints upon the nearest surface.

Guanyin teleports on scene and tells everyone to STFU - baby Golden Cicadas are in-bound!

The process is long and tiring, but doesn't have many complications. The main issue is trying to keep the parent awake - Tripitaka depleting all his energy to bring his children into the world.

Wenhou/温厚 (First Born): A feisty little girl. Is out kicking and hissing before her eyes even open. Has more prominent white markings than orange or black. A right diva/princess of a kitten, if something doesn't go her way, she lets everyone know about it. Bajie can't say no to his baby niece, and spoils her rotten despite Tripitaka's objections.

Boguang/波光 (Second Born): A confused little panther (black-furred tiger) who immediately gets into an argument with his older sister when she kicks him. Mostly chill but quick to sibling-on-sibling violence. Most mischievous. Loves hiding in people's hair, and due to blending in and causing his family to panic searching for him; his fave is Macaque (the feeling is mutual).

Tangzǐ/唐子/"Little Tang/Tangy" (Third Born): The runt of the litter. Tangzi took a much longer time to arrive than his siblings and even longer to start crying, worrying his family immensely. Guanyin even stepped in to rub the baby's chest until they got a solid angry "Mew!" from him. Eventually though, he's heartily eating and has as much hunting instinct as a sheep. Loves his Uncle/Big Brother Wukong the most-

HEY WAIT A MINUTE:

When did he get here!?

But yeah, 3rd babu is LMK Tang. All lazy and hungry and giving the big kitten eyes to get what he wants. He's named "Tangzi" as a joke to how much he looks like his mama + a pun on how much he exaggerates things like his hunger or how big that bug he saw was.

Tripitaka sighs tiredly. He never thought he could love someone so much until he met his cubs. He instinctually grooms them clean as a mother tiger would, and only allows his closest companions near enough to see them.

In drafting these Tripitaka river-kiddos I realised I accidentally did something XD

As for suitors and those who'd wish the kittens harm - it will be certainly a task to get anywhere close to them with not only their protective mama tiger nearby, but also their vigilant uncles!

If a demon ever actually managed to harm one of the babies to try and consume their divine energy - Guanyin themselves would step in and tear them limb from limb.

The gang are forced to stay at Lion Camel Ridge a little longer than planned. The demon populace are surprisingly accepting, and even joyous by the Great Monk's situation! One "of their own" is going to make it up the ranks of Western Heaven, and has produced healthy cubs that not even the Buddha can deny the preciousness of!

Azure attempts to greet the kittens personally shortly after the birth, only to get three tiny swipes at his nose, followed by a much larger one from Tripitaka himself. He's more in love than he could ever be.

[tip-top-cloud-surfer]

A Day with Duckie (Sequel to Three Generations)

Pairing: Rooster / Fem!Reader (Wife!Reader)

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Rooster is a Dad; Female Reader with No Name or Physical Description, No Y/N, Third Person POV; OC Bradshaw Kid without Physical Description (minus a reference to his smile being similar to Rooster's)

This work, all of my other works, and my entire blog are 18+ Only.

Summary: Maverick takes Kai to the zoo for the day and finds out why Rooster was so insistent upon needing a babysitter.

Part of Three Generations Universe

Master List

About three months after the mission, the Bradshaw family permanently moved from Virginia Beach to San Diego. And they even moved into a house that was only a seven-minute drive from Maverick’s small residence. So, Maverick was over just about every other day. He tried to not encroach on their family time, but Rooster and his wife assured Maverick that they loved having him around.

And the free babysitting offers.

Rooster’s wife always sounded worried that she was completely inconveniencing him when she asked Maverick to pick Kai up from daycare or watch him for a few hours, but Maverick hadn’t turned them down once. He already missed so much time out of Kai’s life and Rooster’s, so any opportunity that he had to spend with either of them, he was going to take it.

And today, Maverick was going to take Kai out to the zoo for the day. Rooster texted him a few days ago, practically begging for Maverick to watch Kai for a few hours, and even offered to pay him. As if Maverick would take any money for watching Grandbaby Goose.

Gliding through the relatively quaint streets of Miramar, Maverick hummed a tune to himself as he made his way to the Bradshaw family home. He pulled into the driveway and parked his Kawasaki beside the Bronco. Turning off the engine, Maverick reached up to undo the strap of his new helmet that Penny bought him only a month ago.

It followed an afternoon where Kai was learning how to ride his bike and gave his mom a bit of sass about not needing to wear a helmet since ‘Mav doesn’t wear one.’ And, so, every time that there was even a chance that Maverick would see Kai, he wore his helmet. Penny even somehow got one customized to replicate the markings on his pilot helmet.

Walking up to the Bradshaw house, Maverick knocked on the door and waited patiently to be let inside. A few seconds later, Rooster opened the door. But before Maverick could even greet him, he was attacked by a very excited four-year-old with seemingly limitless energy.

“Mav!” Kai screeched happily, wrapping his little body around Maverick’s leg.

“Hey, Kai,” Maverick chuckled, stumbling back a little bit. “You excited to go to the zoo?”

“Yeah!”

“And what do you say to Mav for taking you to the zoo?” Rooster asked his son, in that classic ‘parent giving a lesson’ tone.

“Thank you, Mav!”

“Anytime, Kai,” Maverick chuckled, ruffling Kai’s hair.

“Thanks for taking him again,” Rooster replied, letting Maverick hobble inside with Kai on his leg. “We really appreciate it.”

“Stop thanking me for it,” Maverick told Rooster with the classic grandparent tone.

“Can we go?” Kai pleaded, grabbing Maverick’s hand and tugging it a bit.

“Kai, wait a second. Your mom’s still packing your bag,” Rooster stated somewhat firmly. “And you need to put some sunscreen on.”

Kai let out a sigh, but stopped tugging on Maverick’s hand. When Rooster walked off to grab some sunscreen, Maverick squatted down to Kai’s height and motioned for him to come closer, like he had government secrets. Kai quickly perked up and cupped his little hands around his ear for Maverick to whisper his ‘secret.’

“Don’t worry. The zoo’s not even open yet. We’re not missing out on anything,” Maverick assured Kai, poking him in the side.

Kai let out a little giggle and curled away from Maverick, rubbing his side. But the smile on Kai’s face quickly dropped when he saw Rooster returning with sunscreen in hand. Kai didn’t fight his dad, but he certainly pouted through the whole thing. He even shot Maverick a look that screamed ‘see what I have to deal with?’ that made Maverick have to hide a chuckle behind his hand.

As Rooster was finishing up with Kai’s sunscreen, Rooster’s wife walked into the room with a small bag for the day. She greeted Maverick with a wide, kind smile and a quick squeeze of a hug.

“Thank you again for taking him to the zoo,” Rooster’s wife stated as she handed the bag over to Maverick. “He’s been dying to go since we moved out here.”

“Any time,” Maverick assured her, putting the bag on his shoulder.

“Can we go now?” Kai called loudly, sliding out of his dad’s grip easily due to the sunscreen.

“Yeah, you can go,” Rooster replied, handing the bottle of sunscreen over to Maverick. “Behave for Maverick, okay, Kai?”

After a quick set of goodbyes and Kai all but dragging Maverick through the front door, they headed out for the day. Rooster handed Maverick the keys to his wife’s car, which was the car with Kai’s car seat already in it. Maverick set up Kai in his seat and put his little backpack down on the ground before walking around to the driver’s seat.

“Alright, talk to me, Duckie. Am I clear to maneuver?” Maverick asked Kai as he started the car.

Kai made a dramatic show of whipping around to check the driveway and the road for any sign of cars or other hazards. And Maverick, although he already knew that he was clear and was going to triple check for any dangers anyways with precious cargo in the backseat, waited patiently for Kai to finish up with his thorough check.

“You’re clear, Mav!”

“Copy that, Duckie.”

~~~~~

The zoo was rather full on a nice Saturday, but Maverick and Kai intended to have a good time anyways. Kai was still bursting with energy and pointing at everything that he could see and identify. And even though his identification skills were not always accurate, he certainly sold his story.

Kai waved to his ‘Uncle Coyote,’ even though the animal in question was certainly not Javy Machado and was actually a wolf, not a coyote. He also practically screamed in greeting to ‘Grandpa Goose,’ even though the animal was actually a spoonbill.

Maverick was having a wonderful time and happily snapped plenty of photos of Kai for Rooster and his wife in front of just about every exhibit. They made their way through the penguins, the big cats, and now they were on their way over to the reptiles. And, of course, they had to stop by the grander bird exhibits before they left.

Walking around the outside exhibits, Maverick led Kai by the hand as they entered the tortoise area. However, Maverick quickly noticed a frazzled looking zookeeper diverting people further down the path. And when Maverick saw what the tortoises were doing, he quickly understood the situation.

“Let’s keep walking, Kai,” Maverick tried to urge Kai, but Kai inherited his father’s stubbornness.

“But I want to see the turtles,” Kai stated, tugging a bit on Maverick’s hand. “They’re right there.”

“Oh, yeah, they are,” Maverick chuckled nervously, sharing a look with the flustered zookeeper. “Alright, we saw them, so—”

“—What are they doing?” Kai asked curiously, turning to the zookeeper.

“Um,” the zookeeper grunted out, forcing a smile, “they’re, uh . . . they’re just playing with each other.”

“Oh,” Kai held out, nodding along. He turned to Maverick with an innocent smile. “I saw Mommy and Daddy playing like that!”

The zookeeper let out a noise between a squeak and a gasp and slapped a hand over their mouth. A set of heads swiveled over to Kai and Maverick as Maverick tried to not let his eyes pop out of his skill. Maverick didn’t get embarrassed often or severely. But holy hell, he wanted to get away from those stupid turtles or tortoises or whatever the hell they were in that exact moment.

And, well, maybe he figured out why Rooster was so desperate to have someone babysit Kai.

“That’s . . .” Maverick trailed off, unable to find the right word to use. After a few more moments, Maverick quickly whipped around and pointed over at the next exhibit. “Oh, look, Kai, there’s some ducks over there!”

“Where?” Kai asked, whipping around too.

“Oh, you just missed them, but they went this way, come on,” Maverick replied, dragging Kai with him.

“Okay!”

~~~~~

After a dinner of burgers, fries, and milkshakes and a quick stop at a hardware store, Maverick and Kai returned to the Bradshaw family home.

The sun had already started to set, but there was still a glow of light left in the day. Kai was a bit sleepy, so Maverick scooped him up and carried him inside. Kai insisted that he was old enough to not take a nap, but his energy still seemed to have a limit. At least after 5 PM.

The door was already open for him by the time that Maverick walked around. Rooster stepped outside, dressed in a pair of gym shorts and a casual tank top. He smiled softly when he spotted Kai half-asleep against Maverick’s shoulder.

“You tuckered out, Kai?” Rooster called out to his son.

“No,” Kai protested sleepily.

“Alright,” Rooster replied with a light chuckle, taking Kai into his arms.

“I got a you, Daddy,” Kai stated, picking his head up as he transferred hands.

“A me?” Rooster asked, sounding confused.

Maverick opened the bag that he was carrying and held up a brand-new stuffed rooster from the zoo gift shop. Rooster let out a light laugh before pressing a kiss to the top of Kai’s head.

“Yeah, you did, bud,” Rooster agreed as he headed inside. As Maverick stepped inside behind Rooster, Rooster’s wife walked over.

“Hi, Kai. Hi, Mav, how was the zoo?” she asked kindly.

“Well, I can’t speak for Duckie, but I had a great time,” Maverick replied, smiling proudly.

“Was it fun, Kai, honey?” Rooster’s wife called again, rubbing his back soothingly.

“Good,” Kai mumbled out quietly.

“Ok, let’s get you to bed,” Rooster’s wife stated, pulling Kai into her arms and heading for the stairs. She shot Mav a smile and a small wave. “Thanks for taking him, Mav.”

“Any time,” Maverick replied, returning the nod. Once Kai and his mom were out of earshot, Maverick turned to Rooster. “But I have one last gift for you.”

“What? What gift?” Rooster asked, sounding confused. 

Maverick led Rooster out to the car and pulled out a bag from the trunk. Handing it over to Rooster, Maverick motioned for Rooster to open it. Rooster shot Maverick a look, but begrudgingly opened the bag. Pulling out the door lock that Maverick bought him, Rooster took about three half-seconds to register what the gift was, before turning pink with embarrassment.

“He told you?” Rooster groaned, holding a hand to his face.

“Well, apparently there were two tortoises who were ‘playing’ like ‘Mommy and Daddy’ at the zoo,” Maverick replied, folding his arms over his chest. “He forgot about it in about three seconds, but I thought that I should get you a lock. Just in case.”

“You cannot tell anyone,” Rooster begged Maverick, grabbing his shoulder gently. “Mav, I’m dead serious. My wife wouldn’t even look at me for a day after that.”

“I won’t,” Maverick assured Rooster. “Just wanted to spread the embarrassment.”

“You know that I can’t bring this inside, right?” Rooster replied, holding up the lock.

“I’ll leave it in your car,” Maverick stated, plucking it out of Rooster’s hand and putting it into the Bronco. Chuckling to himself, Maverick shook his head, far too proud of himself and this little joke. “You know, if you and the missus needed some alone time, you could have just said that. I babysat you all the time so that your parents could—”

“—Mav, as much as I would love to talk about that,” Rooster interjected, causing Maverick to laugh. “But thank you for watching Kai. We really appreciate it. And he really looks up to you and likes spending time with you.”

“I’m always here if you guys need me,” Maverick promised, nodding curtly. “And tell Duckie that I’ll have the side car attached to my old bike in about a week.”

“I will,” Rooster returned, before he paused. “Wait, what!?”

[afewproblems]

Season Two Halloween AU Part Seven

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six

Synopsis: What if Eddie had been at Tina's Halloween Party in Season Two? Featuring Steve!Whump, Stancy Breakup, and Eddie just trying to keep up with all these new revelations about who King-Steve actually is...

As always, thank you thank you to the lovely Jess @strangersteddierthings for being my cheerleader!

[CW: Discussions of injuries, vomiting]

***

Eddie grips the steering wheel tightly in his hands, while his eyes flick from the rearview mirror and back to the road over and over again, watching for movement, for some sign of wakefulness in Steve.

Dustin had managed to find bandages and peroxide earlier in the Byers washroom to help clean up Steve's face before they left, while Eddie delicately picked the shards of ceramic out of Steve's hair.

The impact had broken the skin and would definitely require stitches, but there were no pieces left in the wound.

The biggest worry for Eddie, with Steve now cleaned and bandaged, was that Steve had already been smacked around the day before by Hargrove. He can't even imagine what two blows to the head in two days has actually done, and there wouldn't be any way of knowing until Steve wakes.

And that is where the argument had started.

***

"We can't just leave, we have to do something we have to give them time!" Mike insists while Eddie gathers the soiled towels covered in blood and peroxide.

Eddie scoffs and whirls around on Mike.

"Are you joking? Your babysitter just got obliterated by an ashtray, we're going to the hospital".

Dustin reaches out for Eddies shoulder, shaking it with urgency, "Steve would have--"

"No, he told you guys that we were not getting involved, we're on the bench".

"You can't keep all of us here," Max tries this time, she crosses her arms in front of her and scowls at Eddie, "if we all go, we'll all be safe".

Eddie barks out a nearly hysterical laugh at the suggestion, these fucking kids.

He looks down at Steve and tries to imagine what he would do in this scenario. Hopper, Joyce, Nancy, and Jonathan are gone; Steve is the only other expert left in this situation, the only other voice of reason in the house.

With his eyes closed and the blood now gone, Steve looks as though he could be sleeping.

"Shit. Shit," Eddie brings his hands up into his hair and tries to slow down the panic coursing through him. It's too much, too many people to worry about even without the literal destruction of their town hanging over their heads.

He looks at Steve again.

"Okay, but if we do this, you listen to me, no arguments, none of that shit you give Steve," Eddie begins counting off his fingers as he speaks, "and most importantly, we go to the hospital, you get forty-five minutes".

***

"Mike, are you still keeping time for how long he's been out?" Eddie asks as he looks at the kids through the rearview.

Though he hadn't thought about it when he bought the van off of Reefer Rick --a deal he's still not sure who got the better end of, based on the lightness of Eddie's wallet for weeks afterwards, Eddie is pretty grateful now for the number of seats and the long bench in the back.

Steve's Beemer wouldn't have been able to fit all of them and as much as Max tried to justify stealing her brothers car, neither would the Camero.

Mike mutters something under his breath and Dustin elbows him in the ribs, hard by the sound Mike makes and the glare he shoots Dustin in response.

"I got it," Max says tiredly, she holds up her watch before letting her hand drop into her lap.

She perks up slightly and leans forward to grip the back of the drivers seat, "you know, if you want to sit back here, I can--"

"Nope, nope," Eddie punctuates the words by slapping the steering wheel, "your job is to watch him, and navigate".

"I'm navigating," Lucas insists from the passenger seat beside Eddie. He has the map from earlier spread out over his legs and a finger tracing the red marker lines they had made earlier that night, "you're going to keep going straight and then it's a left on Mount Sinai by the way".

Eddie nods and opens his mouth to ask about how long until the turn when a groan floats up from the back.

Eddie nearly slams on the brakes in surprise, instead jerking the wheel, sending the van into a harsh swerve over the empty road. The kids all yell over one another but Dustin's voice carries the loudest.

"You're jostling him, Jesus Eddie!"

Eddie winces as he manages to straighten the vehicle's course once more, "shit, shit sorry, just, is he awake?"

"Not really," Dustin says, the sound of rustling fabric and another groan punctuating the silent car.

Eddie's resolve finally snaps.

He turns to Lucas, "you said it's just straight and then one more turn right?" Eddie asks as he lets the car drift to the side of the road before throwing it into park.

"Yeah, why?" Lucas says slowly, his face scrunched into a confused frown, Max perks up once again from the middle row in Eddie's periphery.

Eddie turns to face Max's wide grin and rolls his eyes, "yeah, yeah, get up here," he grumbles, popping open the driver's side door.

"Seatbelt or no deal, keep it under sixty, and slow down on the turn".

Max nods rapidly and bites her lip, nearly vibrating with excitement as she scrambles over the middle console to take Eddie's place, "you got it!"

"Why does she get to drive?" Mike growls under his breath but it still carries through the open drivers side door. Steve makes another noise and Eddie has to tamp down a scream of frustration at the sound.

He makes his way to the back passenger door, sliding it open to meet Mike's glare, "my van, my rules Wheeler, move up, Dustin you're keeping the time now".

Dustin nods and leans towards the front, lifting his watch as he asks Max quietly about how long Steve has been out.

Eddie settles in the far back next to Steve, ignoring the guilt that settles heavily in his stomach. If only he had locked the door, if he had been able to hold his own with Billy, this never would have happened. Eddie swallows the lump that begins to form in his throat and pours his focus into Steve, that's who needs him now.

Eddie's never seen someone with a head injury before, hell, he's never seen anyone get their ass beaten like Steve just did and Wayne's lessons in first aid never went past burns or cuts, maybe splinting a break.

Eddie was out of his depth with this.

Steve's unfocused gaze lands on him as he tilts his head slightly. He makes a small noise of recognition and lifts his left hand up to brush softly against Eddie's face.

"Nance?" Steve slurs out, blinking a few times, and fuck, if that doesn't sting.

Eddie can't quite hide his wince and breathes out sharply through his nose, "Nope, sorry, you're stuck with me".

Steve blinks again, this time his eyes narrow slightly as he reaches out again, but Eddie manages to catch his hand this time and gently lowers it back down. He allows himself one indulgence though, and entwines his fingers through Steve's own.

Just this once.

"Ed?" Steve says this time and Eddie can't help the grin that slowly pulls at his lips, thank God.

"Yeah man," Eddie whispers, he clears his throat in an attempt to move the lump that appears once more. Steve's pupils are different sizes but that doesn't seem to stop him from realizing they are no longer in the Byers home.

"Why--we're moving?"

"I was out numbered," Eddie says darkly, sending a glare to Dustin who flips him the bird over his shoulder. He's looking at Lucas's map from the seat behind him.

Steve groans again and Eddie watches as all the colour drains from his cheeks and lips. By the time Eddie realizes what is happening, Steve is already leaning his head over the floor and vomiting all over Eddie's shoes.

"Oh shit Steve, okay, okay, let it out," Eddie helps him sit up slightly and manages to move his feet for the next round, nose wrinkling at the smell of bile. He lets go of Steve's hand and instead settles for letting one hand brace his shoulder while the other sweeps into his hair, pulling the slightly longer sections away from his face.

Eddie tries to focus on keeping Steve steady rather than how soft his hair is.

Mike sucks his teeth in disgust as Dustin swears from the middle seat and covers his mouth, "did he just puke?"

Eddie wants to throttle them both.

Steve pulls him from his violent thoughts though as he coughs and gags again, breathing out a heavy whine as he catches his breath.

He mumbles something so quiet that Eddie almost wonders for a moment if he spoke at all, but then Steve taps his hand weakly against Eddie's hand on his shoulder.

"Pull over," he whispers in a much clearer voice this time and Eddie looks up towards the front of the car, Max is in the middle of turning, the last one if Lucas was to be believed.

"Steve, we can't," Eddie tries, hating the way that Steve deflates, it's almost like when Eddie found him after Tina's party.

"I sorry sweetheart, I promise, hospital after this," Eddie says quietly.

He freezes at the realization of what he just said.

Shit.

It's as though his heart has stopped in his chest and his ribs are crushing inwards, as though he's about to collapse like some dying star.

Eddie looks around the interior of the van, hoping no one else heard him only to catch Dustin staring him down with an intense but curious look in his eyes, his brow furrowed as though Eddie is a puzzle and the last piece has gone missing.

Dustin says nothing though, and turns back to the front where Mike, Lucas, and Max are talking animatedly.

Steve's head flops backwards onto Eddie's chest, pulling his focus from the kids. Steve is looking up at him and from his close Eddie can count the number of eyelashes, the number of freckles dusting his nose, the flecks of green in his blown eyes.

Even with his bruised face and the faint traces of bile on his breath, Steve is beautiful.

Eddie thinks of how Steve protected them all again and again, how he offered advice to Dustin -even if it wasn't the best, how he had insisted that Eddie wasn't the reason Steve had been scared that night, not wanting him to feel like yet another person was afraid of Eddie.

He thinks of all the ways that Steve has shown himself over the last few days and feels the last few strands holding up the image of King-Steve Harrington, finally fall away.

He's never let himself to stare like this, unashamedly at another man, it had always been too dangerous --especially in Hawkins.

Perhaps he can allow himself this other indulgence then, just for now.

Unbidden, the words Steve said earlier echo faintly for Eddie as they sit in the back of his beat up old van while the kids start arguing over the one painters mask they found in the shed earlier.

'People will come in and out of your life all the time, and the ones that are meant to be there will stay, and if they go, then it wasn't meant to be.

I think I need more people in my life like that'.

He swallows heavily as Steve's eyes close and he sinks even further into Eddie, his soft hair tickles against Eddie's neck as he burrows closer.

Eddie lifts his gaze to the roof of the van. He doesn't believe in God, no, hearing his uncle's stories of 'Nam, his mother dying, and Al kicking him to the curb were enough to dissuade Eddie of any real notion of a higher power existing.

But it doesn't stop him from sending a thought out into the universe.

If we make it out of this, Eddie thinks, I promise to listen this time.

Part Eight Now Up

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THAT’S HOW WE MET

A Park Sunghoon ff.

Word count: 15k words

Chapters: 1 (2.5k words) 2 (2.7k words) 3 (2.9k words) 4 (2.7k words) 5 (2k words) 6 (2.1k words) 7 (13 words)

Pairing: Sunghoon x Reader

Tags/Warnings: Fluff, No smut, Suggestive, Lots of kissing, Neck kissing, Suggested pregnancy, fireworks, Sunghoon and reader just love each other too much ;) Lmk if I missed anything!!

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CHAPTER 1

“    “One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight…” These were the only words echoing in my head as my feet moved to the rhythm of the music. The CEO’s eyes pointed towards me as he carefully watched my every move, not missing out anything, not even how many times I blinked or breathed. Everyone was watching me, the choreographer, the lyricist, the producer, the CEO… All of their eyes pierced holes onto my skin as I tried not to let anxiety get to me. The music ended along with my dance as I posed, imagining I was an Idol already. Everyone clapped as I bowed elegantly, trying to look as confident as possible, as if I wasn’t being eaten from the inside out by my anxiety and uncertainty about the future and my performance. 

“You can leave.” The CEO spoke coldly, so cold I thought he was mad about something I didn’t even know. Maybe my performance wasn’t good enough? Maybe I should’ve put more effort into my moves? I should’ve been more expressive? I don’t know, I won’t know until a few months later when the results will come out. For now, thinking about it and having anxiety attacks is useless, it will just make everything even worse. 

I walked out of the structure slowly, my hands slightly shaking as if they were leaves being moved by the wind. I slowly made my way to a nearby cafe, one of my favorite cafes in the area and sat at a table near the window in the corner. My phone started vibrating inside my pocket, it was my best friend, Mina, calling me. I answered.

“How did the audition go, girly?”

Her voice made me feel like a kid receiving a candy, my heart melting like ice cream at the thought of having such an amazing friend. A friend like Mina was everything I had wished for when I was a kid. We’ve been friends since childhood and I still remember every detail of the moment I met her. We were at a friend’s pajama party and she had invited both of us. I was scared to go due to my sleep problems, but Mina was there to help with them even if we had just met. She sometimes sends me texts to remind me to take my melatonin and charge my speaker for the nights in which I turn on soft background songs to help me fall asleep. I get snapped back to reality as soon as I hear Mina’s voice through the phone again, this time sounding worried, probably scared about the fact that my audition might have gone the wrong way.

“Are you there, girl?” She asks, I know she’s fidgeting with something on the other side of the phone.

“Yeah, sorry” I pause for a second before speaking again, my voice reassuring “The audition went well, I think. The CEO sounded scary when he told me I could leave, even if I don’t know if he was mad about something. But hey, even if the results of my audition won’t be the ones we are hoping for, it was worth trying!” I say, trying to cheer her up, even if my nervousness was evident in my voice even through the call. 

The rest was all small talk as Mina tried to distract me by talking about her new house in japan, about her new university and her part-time job as a babysitter during the weekends. She told me about one of the kids she babysitted in particular, Jihyoung, a korean child that had recently moved to japan. She told me how his favorite group was Enhypen too, just like me, and how he wished to become an idol when he was older. Mina also described his reaction when she told him that I was auditioning under the same company as Enhypen, it was hilarious. 

A sigh escaped my lips as we ended the call, finally being able to grab a coffee for myself to ease the tiredness caused by my sleepless nights. As the waiter approached me with the coffee in his hand, looking extremely good, I’m not going to lie, a small smile formed on my lips. I took the coffee happily, thanking the waiter with a polite bow while warming my hands against the hot paper cup, before leaving, making my way to an ice skating rink. 

I walked carefully in the huge crowd on the street, a soft breeze hitting my skin as I waited for the light to turn green to cross the road. My feet moved at the rhythm of an unknown tune in my head, the imaginary beat soft and slow, as if it should help ease my anxiety somehow. As I finally reach the ice skating rink, I notice a crowd of people all gathered around a van in front of the entrance of the structure. As I got closer, I noticed some members of the security asking me who I was and if I had the pass to enter the rink. I took out my wallet along with my pass that I had previously bought to be able to keep skating, even if my audition went wrong. They quickly moved to the side, letting me enter the structure without asking any more questions. 

As I made my way towards the changing rooms, I noticed that I was alone except for a male skater already warming up on the ice. I enter the changing rooms, changing in a simple white skirt and a sporty, black sleeveless top. My skates white and neat, soft, black le warmers resting perfectly on my legs as I make my way to the rink. 

As I made my way to the rink, I saw the male skater stopping and coming closer to my direction. I looked down just to notice a black, not too big, backpack on the floor, resting against the wall. I assumed it was his. As I look up again, his face is familiar. 

I stare at him as gets closer, looking at his face more closely.

Park Sunghoon.  THE Park Sunghoon.

I froze there in my place, staring at him with wide eyes. It’s like my mind went blank, not even realizing that he was now crouching right next to me, grabbing his water bottle from his backpack. 

“Hello” He speaks, his voice sounding a little confused as I was still staring right at him. He slowly stands up, drinking some water from his bottle, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down in the hottest way possible, making me feel like a cube of ice melting. 

“H-Hello” I answered, quickly averting my gaze as soon as I realized that I’ve been staring. I bow politely at him, regaining my composure.

“Seems like we’re alone here” He spoke with a slight chuckle, putting his bottle away, back into his backpack. “What’s your name?” 

“Oh, I’m Y/N, it’s a pleasure to meet you!” I said and gave him a soft smile. Talking to him was already becoming easier, even if a glint of nervousness was never leaving me. I was talking to my idol after all. 

“Y/N…” He repeated, clearly thinking “This name sounds so familiar” He said, and that’s when I felt anxiety quickly get to me.

“Oh, yeah… You’ve probably seen it on the posters with the people auditioning” My gaze was now directed towards the floor, my hand nervously scratching the back of my neck “I auditioned earlier, my dream is to become an Idol” I said again, trying my best to regain confidence. 

His eyes sparkled at my words, causing some faint blush to appear on my cheeks. I felt my ears heat up, making me even more nervous as I was now aware of my red face. 

“That’s amazing! Have you gotten the results already?” He asked excitedly, a wide smile on his face as he seemed interested in knowing more about me and my life, my dreams and my fears. 

I shook my head, hinting a silent “No”.  He pouted slightly, making a small smile form on my lips. “I’ll have the results in a couple days though, I think they’ll be announced on some posters in the building, too!” I spoke, trying to cheer him up. 

He nodded before speaking again, this time making my eyes widen a little. “If you want I can give you my number, you know, in case you need any help or advice” He gave me a kind smile while taking out his phone. I couldn’t help but notice his wallpaper with a picture of him and the rest of the members along with ENGENEs at a concert. A soft smile crept on my lips as I took out my phone too, handing it to him. He took it, his vampire-like teeth showing through his smile at the sight of a picture of me with my little sister and Mina as my wallpaper. I glanced at his hands as he inserted his number into my phone with a smile. He saved himself as “Sunghoonie ;)”, causing a soft chuckle to escape my lips. I put my phone back into my own bag after he put his number in it, thanking him with a smile and a slight bow before he spoke again.

“Who were those in your wallpaper?” Curiosity was evident in his voice as he smiled at me, sitting down on a small bench near the rink and patting the spot next to him, inviting me to sit down.

“The child sitting on my legs is my little sister” I said, a soft smile on my lips as I continued “She’s 7 years old” I added, chuckling slightly. 

“The other girl is Mina” I said, this time referring to the black-haired girl sitting next to me “She’s my best friend, I met her at a party when I was a kid” I looked over at him, who was now looking towards the floor but still carefully listened to my words.

“Oh, that’s good. Y’all are so pretty in that picture” He said, now facing me with a friendly smile. I felt my heart skip a beat and tried my best not to look like a tomato. I mumbled a quick “Thanks” before standing up, heading towards the rink. 

“Should we get to skating?” I ask with a soft smile, trying to sound as stable as possible even if my sanity was about to throw itself out of the window after his compliment. Was I dreaming?

He stood up, walking to the rink with me as we got started skating. We were doing our own skating routines without interrupting each other, and I was grateful for that, also because he looked effortlessly handsome while skating. 

I was attempting a new jump on the ice after warming up, but suddenly I don’t know what had gotten in me.

 I slipped and fell, 

the blade of my right skate hitting my left leg, leaving a bloody cut behind. 

Sunghoon rushed to me, checking my leg. I swear I saw worry in his eyes at that moment, making my chest ache in both concern and embarrassment due to my fall. 

“Wait, let me take you out of the rink…” He spoke, more to himself than to me, and picked me up. My heart was beating faster even through my pain, butterflies dancing in my stomach. He carried me out of the rink and put me down on the small bench where we were sitting earlier before he spoke again. 

“I’ll get something to medicate that, okay? Don’t move” He said before running into the changing rooms. I didn’t even notice him taking his skates off to not risk falling and hurting himself too. He came back shortly after with a medikit, taking out a bandage and slowly wrapping it around my leg after disinfecting it. His touch was gentle yet firm, making sure the bandage was wrapped tight enough to stop the bleeding. 

“Here” He spoke, sighing in relief “You scared me, you know?” He said, scolding me in a playful way. A smile appeared on my lips, it was genuine, I never felt so grateful before. We barely met and I was already comfortable with him. 

“Sorry” I said with a slight laugh “Thanks though, I don’t know what I would’ve done if I were alone” I looked down, with an almost invisible smile before looking back up at him. “I guess no more skating for me today” I laughed at my statement, noticing a small smile appear on his lips too. It all felt like a dream, my leg hurt, but the rest of my emotions were covering the pain. The happiness, the nervousness, the gratefulness, the excitement, the adrenaline were covering everything. 

“No more skating for me either” He said, sitting down next to me “I’m done with my routine and one of my friends wanted to play games with me at 7” He said, pointing to the time on his phone. It was 6.30pm. 

I nodded, giving him a smile and slowly standing up, my leg hurting a bit. I was about to thank him and say bye but he cut me off. 

“How are you going home?” He stood up too after putting his shoes on. 

“On foot” I said, slightly confused. Why did that matter? Was he asking to make sure my leg was gonna be okay during the trip home?

“Oh no, you’re NOT going home on foot with that leg” He pointed at my bandage-covered leg, emphasizing the word “Not”.  “I’ll take you home” He spoke, offering me his arm to help me walk. I tried telling him it wasn’t a problem at all, that my leg hurt just a bit and was nothing serious, but he insisted for me to go home with him. 

We both got on the van, his bodyguards eyeing me along with the fans waiting for him outside. He made sure I got into the van without being pushed or hurt by the fans screaming and trying to be noticed by him. As we got in, he gave me a slight smile and in 10 minutes we were in front of my dorm’s door. 

“Is this your dorm?” He asked, pointing towards my door. I nodded in response and he hummed before pointing at a door not far from mine “You know, that’s Sunoo’s room” My mouth fell open at his statement. One of my idols was literally 2 doors away from mine and I didn’t know? He chuckled at my reaction before glancing at the time on his phone. 

“I guess I should go, I’ll let you be surprised by yourself” His words caused a laugh to escape my mouth and soft blush to creep on my cheeks.

“Wait” I said hurriedly “Thank you, Sunghoon” I gave him a grateful smile, and he smiled brightly in return. 

“No problem” He said, pointing at his phone and hinting a silent “Call me if you need anything.

My heart thumped loudly in my chest as I plopped myself on my bed, exhausted from the long day I just lived. A long, but definitely amazing, day.

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CHAPTER 2

“ I woke up to the sound of Given-Taken, the song I selected as my alarm before auditioning. My eyelids were heavy and my leg still hurt, but much less than yesterday. I slowly sat up, my hair messy and my back hurting a little from when I fell the previous day. I checked the time on my phone, it was 8am. My eyes traveled lower, where I noticed a notification by “Sunghoonie ;)”. I opened it, revealing a message that made me smile like an idiot. Was he always this sweet and caring?  

I answered with a quick “Yup :3”  before putting my phone down, kicking my feet with a red face and a wide smile on my face. Am I dreaming? No, this is all real. 

I stood up lazily, making my way towards the small bathroom, washing my face and doing my skincare (Gurl’s looking fresh y’all) and heading back to my bedroom. I quickly got dressed, wearing some comfy clothes since I’ll be off to practice soon. I took a note in my mind to remember that I have to check the posters on my way, just to see if I got lucky and my audition’s result is already there 

I ate an apple in the fastest way possible before rushing out of my dorm, and running towards the practice rooms. I even took the stairs so I didn’t have to wait for the elevator. I passed in front of a free practice room and left my water bottle there before making my way towards the posters in the main area of the building, my anxiety rising at each step. The sound of my shoes against the floor reminded me of bullets and the pain I would feel if I didn’t get accepted, making an unpleasant shiver run down my spine. As I saw the posters in front of me, I took a deep breath before looking for my name with shaky hands clung to my sweatpants. 

Here it is,

No results yet. 

I cursed under my breath, my heart pounding in my chest so loud that I thought even Mina would hear it from Japan. I made my way back to the practice room I saw earlier, but to my surprise it was now closed. I knocked on the door, hoping that it was just the wind or my memory playing tricks on me and I was the one who had closed the door. I already met Sunghoon yesterday, I’m not ready to meet other of my Idols yet. 

I heard a faint “Come in” coming from inside the practice room and I slowly opened the door.

Please tell me it’s not an Idol,

Please tell me it’s not an Idol,

Please tell me it’s not an Idol,

Please, please, please, please,

…

It was an Idol.

Jungwon stood right in front of me, his phone in his hand, probably selecting the song he needs to practice. 

“Sorry, I think I forgot my water bottle here earlier” I spoke, trying to control my shaky hands. It’s not my lucky day, is it?

“Oh, do you need help finding it?” He asked, his cat-like eyes now looking directly at me making me feel uneasy. I shook my head slightly and went over to the corner where I had previously left my bottle before speaking “Here it is” I held my bottle up, showing it to him with a smile.

He smiled back at me, walking a little closer “I never saw you around” He said curiously, indirecting asking me who I was. 

“Oh, well, my name is Y/N. I auditioned yesterday” I said, and he looked at me making a conscious “Ahh” sound. “

“So you are the famous Y/N Sunghoon couldn’t stop talking about” I felt my heart drop at his words, but in a good way. Did I really leave such an impression on Sunghoon? Damn. I didn’t know how to respond, I was curious about what Sunghoon had said about me, but at the same time I didn't want to seem too interested or invasive. 

Luckily, Jungwon interrupted my thoughts by satisfying my curiosity without me having to ask. “He said you are a really nice skater and that you’re really pretty, friendly and polite too!” He smiled at me, the same smile that was always plastered on his face in each video of each exhibition. The same smile that always made me smile too along with all the other smiles of the other members. I felt my heart beat faster at Jungwon’s words. Was that what Sunghoon actually thought of me? 

“Oh, well, tell him he’s really friendly, kind and polite too! And also really good looking” I said the last part a little more shyly, trying my best not to let soft, pink blush flush on my cheeks. 

Jungwon chuckled lightly at my words. I don’t know why but it’s easy to talk to him, I feel like he won’t ever judge me and I can tell him whatever I want. He’s always been one of my comfort places after all, always making a smile appear on my face even during hard times. 

My thinking is quickly interrupted by his soft voice “What are you doing now?” He asked, sounding genuinely curious. I just shrugged before answering.

“I’m just going to look for an empty practice room, I guess” I said, scratching the back of my neck with a shy smile on my face. I still have a lot to practice…

“Oh, we can practice together if you want” He flashed me a bright smile before continuing with his usual, soothing tone of voice “Which song do you need to practice?” He asked, taking his phone out and connecting it to the speakers in the practice room. 

“Oh, I need to practice Alexa’s ‘Back in Vogue’ ” I said, smiling back at him. Yesterday skating practice with Sunghoon and now dance practice with Jungwon? I must be dreaming. Someone wake me up.

“Okay, let’s do this!” He smiled again before starting the song to check if his phone had successfully connected and if the volume was right. He then put his phone down and went to the center of the room, gesturing to me to follow him. We started dancing, his moves were so clean and energetic. I had a lot to learn from him.

We danced for about 2 hours, both of us letting ourselves fall on the floor, tired after our practice. He was the first to stand up, grabbing his water bottle along with mine and bringing it to me. I sat up and thanked him before chugging half of the bottle down. 

“Seems like someone was thirsty, huh?” He teased, wiggling his brows. I barely met him and it already seems like we’ve known each other for half our lives, what the hell? I chuckled at his teasing, standing up as he drank some water from his own bottle too. 

“No but, seriously, Sunghoon was right” He said “You’re really pretty and also really friendly! And you also are really talented” I smiled shyly at his words, looking at my feet and the ground. 

“Thanks” I mumbled, but before I could compliment him too, he spoke again. 

“I would really like to get to know you more, you know? Maybe we could hang out sometime” He said, rushing to get his phone from the right corner of the room’s floor. He came back to me with a cute jog and showed me his number so I could add it into my phone. 

I chuckled as he didn’t even ask if I was okay with all of this, already aware that I was, indeed, more than fine with it. Who would miss the chance to hang out with your idol? I took my phone and added his number in it, saving him as “Wonie :>”

After that we said goodbye to each other and we left the practice room. I went straight to my dorm and in the shower, warm water running down my skin as I rinsed my sweat away, trying to clear my mind from all the things that were happening. All the sensations cursing through my veins overwhelming my senses in the sweetest way possible as all my dreams are finally becoming true. 

As I finally came out of the bathroom I changed into a simple but cute dress that hugged my body perfectly and dried my hair, tying it in a half-ponytail with a bow on it and little braids, tied together at the end, looking like a small crown at the back of my head.

I then proceeded to clean my room nicely so that it was neat and writing a song, then I practiced a bit with the piano and called Mina, telling her about everything that had happened these days: Me meeting Jungwon and Sunghoon, the way I fell, my cut, Sunghoon helping me and also giving me his number just like Jungwon. 

I could feel Mina smiling through the phone and I could tell she was genuinely happy for me and that surely warmed my heart, making me aware that she’ll always be by my side no matter what.

After my almost endless call with Mina I checked my phone to see what time it was, it was 6pm. My eyes darted lower, noticing some notifications from both Jungwon and Sunghoon.

I felt my heart skip a beat as I opened the messages: Sunghoon just sent me a selfie and killed me with it and Jungwon was asking me to hang out with him, Sunghoon and Sunoo? I exhaled a breath I didn’t realize I was holding, my whole body tensing as I realized that I’m about to meet Sunoo, too. 

I felt goosebumps raise all over my body as I realized what time it was: It was already 6.15pm. ‘I’m fucked’ were the only words playing in my head over and over, making me nervous. I ran to the bathroom, spraying some perfume on my neck and wrists, filling the air with my sweet scent, and also put on some makeup, a pretty light one, just some mascara, gloss and blush. Just to accentuate my natural features.

And in no time, it was 7pm. 

I sat on my chair in front of my desk when suddenly someone knocked on my door.

I hesitantly stood up, walking towards the door.

Each step of mine making my heart beat louder, 

So loud that it sounded like a gunshot every time,

So loud that when I opened the door I thought Sunghoon could hear it.

“Hey Y/N” His voice was like a bucket of ice being thrown right at me, bringing me back to reality. I quickly flashed Sunghoon a smile, acting like I wasn’t about to say bye to my sanity just seconds ago. I stepped out of the door, walking alongside him down the hall and towards the elevator. 

“Hello Sunghoon” I say, sounding more tense than I intended to.

“There’s no need to be so tense, Y/N, calm down” He said with a light chuckle. We were trying to become friends after all. I shouldn’t be so tense, he’s right. But how am I supposed to not be tensed up when my idol, and also who I thought was and is the most handsome man in the world, is walking beside me and trying to become friends with me. 

I flash him another warm smile as we reach the elevator, its doors closing behind us. 

“So uhm…” The atmosphere in that small, moving box was thick and suffocating and I felt like I could faint due to the lack of oxygen in a couple minutes. “Was the one in the picture your dog?” 

“Oh, yeah,” Sunghoon started, smiling brightly at me as I mention his dog “Her name is Gaeul”

I nod, happily listening to him and getting more curious by the second. As the elevator came to a stop and we made our way to the small sushi restaurant, and during all of our small trip he couldn’t stop talking about his dog, Gaeul. He told me her breed, the whole story of how he got her, her age and how much she has grown up since he first got her. It was cute, hearing him talking about something he liked made a strange warmth spread through my chest, filling my heart to the brim. 

We slowly made our way through the crowd in the restaurant, coming to a stop as soon as we saw Jungwon waving at us from a table. We sat with them and that’s when I noticed a pretty, blond boy sitting right next to Jungwon,

Sunoo.

Kim Sunoo.

I greeted Jungwon before introducing myself to Sunoo, the usual “I auditioned yesterday to become an idol” leaving my lips right away, all while Sunoo was just flashing him that kind smile of his, the one I adored so much when watching their live performances. 

I sat down between Sunoo and Sunghoon and we started a conversation along with Jungwon about figure skating as soon as they noticed the bandage on my leg from yesterday’s fall while skating with Sunghoon. 

“I really like figure skating, but it’s really not for me” Sunoo said, and Jungwon nodded in agreement “I would fall as soon as I put foot on the ice” He added with the usual sassy laugh, causing a chuckle to escape my lips. 

They were all easy to talk to as we shared anything that came to our mind just as if we’ve known each other for ages. It felt nice to have some new friends around. Some new friends that were also my idols, but still some new friends. My smile never fading as we shared experiences and stories, pouts and laughter, jokes and serious conversations. All of this while munching on some nice sushi, which never tasted this good in my life. Who knows, maybe it’s just the magical atmosphere lingering between us or maybe it’s just their presence to make the moment even more enjoyable. 

Time passed by as fast as the wind between our chatting and the really nice sushi we were having. It all felt amazing, but eventually the evening had to come to an end, and that’s why I’m walking next to Sunoo as he brings me home. 

He offered to accompany me home since we live in the same building. 

Sunghoon had also offered to bring you home, making butterflies dance in my stomach, but Sunoo quickly said he would bring me home and that he didn’t have to worry.

During the trip I kept chatting with Sunoo about everything that crossed my mind, until…

Until we got to Sunghoon.

“He’s nice looking, right?” Sunoo asks, wiggling his brows playfully at me as if I hadn't met him just this night for the first time.

I shyly nodded, thinking about the selfie Sunghoon had sent me earlier with his dog. It was clear that he was laying in bed, his hair messy but soft-looking. He looked cute, yet hot as fuck. When I saw that picture I couldn’t help but let my mind wander a bit, also in places it shouldn’t have gone to. I shook those thoughts away as soon as I noticed how Sunoo was staring at me. 

“I knew it, girl! It’s evident in the way you look at him” Sunoo said, making my cheeks become red. Was it really that evident? I hit Sunoo’s arm playfully as we got into the elevator to reach our floor. He chuckled in response before grabbing his phone and speaking.

“Mind if I get your number? I really loved talking with you tonight, we should meet up more often!” He said with that soft smile of his, making me melt because of his cuteness. I took my phone out too and saved his number in it as soon as we reached my dorm. “Sunoo-ie <3”. That’s how I saved him before waving goodbye. 

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CHAPTER 3

“About a month had passed since I went to the dinner that brought me to meet the people that became two of my best friends along with Mina: Sunoo and Jungwon. We hung out a lot since then, ending up knowing everything about each other. I also hung out with Sunghoon a lot, but we don’t know each other just as much as I do with Sunoo and Wonie. 

Those two knew everything about me, from my favorite food to my sleeping problems and their solutions, from my most embarrassing moments to the most cheerful ones. They were always supportive to me and helped me whenever I had a problem, giving me advice and hugs to cheer me up whenever my mood was down.

They also knew about a little problem I had with Sunghoon. 

As we hung out during the past weeks I noticed how a warm feeling spreaded all over my body whenever we touched, I felt butterflies in my stomach whenever we talked or even when we were close. The way he laughed or smiled at my silly jokes, the way he hugged me whenever we won a game or simply the way he listened to me when I was frustrated. I started to realize (Also thanks to Sunoo, Mina and Jungwon) that I was falling for him. 

Or I already fell for him. 

I was in love.

I was in love with Park Sunghoon,

And I still am. 

As my mind was filled with thoughts, I didn’t realize I had received a text exactly from Sunghoon, the one permanently clouding my thoughts. I wonder if he’s tired after running in my mind for so long. 

I could swear I felt my heart skip a beat at his messages, first he asks me to go to sleepover at his dorm, and then he tells me “I love when you call me that ;)” after I called him “Hoonie”... This guy is making me go crazy. The butterflies in my stomach weren’t stopping, I wanted to tell Sunoo and Jungwon and Mina about that message too, but I didn’t… I’ll tell them later. The other side of me though, was telling me to stay here, at my own dorm, due to my sleeping problems.

My fucking insomnia.

I couldn’t just take my melatonin right in front of him, or turn on music in my speaker to help get me to relax. It all just sounded so scary… What if Sunghoon found it weird? And what if he just told me to leave after? Oh god… 

I decided to go shower to take all those consuming thoughts out of my mind, Sunoo said it himself “Sunghoon hyung is a really understanding person” when I texted him about the whole situation earlier. 

I just got under the warm stream of water, feeling the pleasurable, burning sensation on my skin as it heated up so nicely… I wish it was Sunghoon keeping me this warm… Fuck Y/N what are you even thinking about? I curse mentally at myself for letting my own thoughts wander this much and I started to wash up quickly, using the sweetest shampoo and bodywash I owned (Under Jungwon’s advice since he told me that Sunghoon likes sweet things) before using a sweet-scented body lotion all over my body. I then changed into some cute clothes and did my hair, by the time it was already 7.30pm…

I looked at myself in the mirror at least 6 times, completely panicked and rethinking my outfit choices, but eventually settled to stay like this. My pink sweater and pink hair clip reminded me of some nice, sweet cotton candy. Sweet, Sunghoon likes sweet things and I do too.

I then sprayed some sweet perfume on my neck and wrists, went over my look one last time and grabbed my things: My skincare products, my pajamas, my toothbrush, my hairbrush, my perfume and clean clothes for tomorrow and, most importantly, my melatonin.

As soon as I took everything and checked the time, I noticed it was already 7.55pm. I rushed out and went all the way to Sunghoon’s dorm. I’ve been there a couple times, but never alone with him: Sunoo, Jungwon or both were always there with us when we hung out at Sunghoon’s dorm. 

I took a really deep breath as soon as I reached his door, I could feel my heart beat faster in my chest, so fast that I thought it was going to stop at any second. I slowly knocked and he opened up almost immediately, as if he was waiting for me right on the other side of the door. 

“Y/N-ieee” He spoke, almost whining and in the cutest way possible. He stepped to the side, letting me into his dorm. It was neat and clean, just as usual. The only difference was that on the bed there were extra pillows and extra blankets, reminding me that I would be staying the night and that I had to tell him about my problem with insomnia somehow tonight. 

“Hey Hoonie” I gave him a bright smile, and I swear I saw a hint of blush on his cheeks. Maybe it was the nickname? Or maybe I’m just daydreaming, fuck my heart and mind. 

“Call me that more, I love it” I swear I felt my heart skip a couple beats at his words, warmth spreading all over my body as I tried my best not to blush. I looked down at the floor, blushing more when I heard him chuckle slightly at me and mumble a small “Cute” to me as he closed the door to his dorm. 

I looked up at him after calming down and he gave me a bright smile. I couldn’t help but notice the pictures hanging on the walls, some with him and the members, some with him and his dog and some pics of him while skating. He looked so effortlessly good in all of them that I wanted to scream. Some pictures were really touching as they showed him along with the rest of the members, one of them holding up an award; others were really funny, like one that showed him and Niki wearing Penguin onesies while forming a heart with their arms. All of those pictures prove the amazing friendship between all of them, the undeniable connection keeping them together growing stronger every time they hung out together. 

I snapped back to reality by something scratching my leg. For a moment I thought it was Sunghoon playing some random joke on me, but when I looked down I noticed a cute, white fluff ball.

His dog.

A gasp escaped my lips at the cuteness as I dropped my bag on the floor and knelt down, caressing the dog’s white fur all over in the gentlest way possible. 

“I see you and Gaeul already love each other, huh?” He teased from behind me, coming back from the small kitchen in his dorm. I didn’t even notice him going there, he probably went there when I was distracted with the pictures on his walls. He knelt down beside me with a bright smile, showing his vampire-like teeth so clearly that I thought I could faint right then and there. 

I chuckled in response to his teasing, still caressing the dog in front of me. I stood up, gesturing to follow him. We sat on his bed after I moved my bag to a corner. The faint smell of his cologne lingering in the air as we sat close to each other on his bed, contemplating on what to do. 

“Maybe we could play some games?” He suggested with a thoughtful expression “Or, if you’re good at baking, you could help me bake some cookies” He said with another smile.

“Why can’t we do both of them?” I asked with a laugh and he laughed along with me, butterflies dancing in my stomach as we shifted to the edge of his bed and he went to turn on his console and TV before handing me a controller. 

We played games for a bit and he won every single game we played.

“Oh come on!” I whined as I lost another game and let myself fall back on his bed with a chuckle. He laughed at me as soon as he won. His laugh felt like therapy, it was contagious. 

“You wanna stop? It’s no fun if I keep winning” He said with a shrug and a smile, letting himself fall on his bed next to me. I simply nodded and we both stood up again, making our way into his small kitchen. 

He took out all the ingredients and then we got to making those cookies. We decided to make some simple chocolate chip cookies. As we cooked I couldn’t help but chuckle at him every time he spilled or dropped something, warmth filling my heart at all his small actions. 

As we put the cookies in the oven he commented “Is that you smelling like cotton candy or what is it?” He asked, getting closer to me and leaning in. I could feel his hot breath on my neck as he smelled my perfume, letting it flood his lungs. 

“It’s probably my perfume” I mumbled, my voice sounding shakier than intended. He slowly pulled back mumbling a small “So good” and looked directly into my eyes, making a shiver run down my spine. I shifted my gaze towards the floor to hide my blushing face.

“It is your perfume, yeah” He said with a smile. “It smells really good” He said with a warm smile, and time I’m sure he was blushing a bit too. 

I jumped a bit when he gasped dramatically after looking at the time: It was already 9pm. I chuckled at his dramatic behavior as we decided to change into our pajamas and just get ready to sleep so we could play some board games and watch a movie without worrying about falling asleep by accident without getting ready first.

He went to the bathroom and changed first, coming back with a simple white t-shirt that was a bit too big for him and sweatpants. Then it was my turn. I made my way in the small bathroom and closed the door, noticing his toothbrush in a glass by the sink and his cologne right there on a small shelf along with all his skincare products. I changed into my pajamas, a simple set of matching pants and shirt with little bears on them, and let my hair down, passing a hand through it. 

I then came out of the bathroom and Sunghoon clapped cutely at me “So cute!” He spoke, a soft smile playing on his flawless face and a glint of blush never leaving his cheeks. “Shall we brush our teeth and do our skincare? Maybe a face mask too?” He suggested with a smile, already walking back into the bathroom without even giving me time to answer. I quickly followed behind him getting back into the bathroom, this time with my bag in hand. 

I took out my skincare products, placing them near the sink, while he looked for some masks to do. I took out my cleanser, my hydrating cream, my toner and my sunscreen. Just as I took everything out he turned to me with 2 face masks in his hands. He smirked at me and wiggled his brows playfully just as he showed them to me and we both burst out laughing. It was easy to talk to him, but will it be just as easy to tell him about my insomnia? 

We did our skincare and brushed our teeth, his minty breath hitting my face every now and then as he helped me put the face mask on and I did the same, feeling my heart beat so fast and loud in my chest that I thought it was gonna explode as soon as my fingertips touched his silky, warm skin.

After that, we got back to his room and sat on the bed simply chatting a bit about random topics, just waiting for the moisture in the masks to be absorbed by our skin. We then took each other’s masks off, again feeling his minty breath and the urge to kiss him, before laying comfortably in his bed, our heads resting against the headboard and the too-many pillows he brought.

And then it comes, the moment I feared the most.

I had to take my melatonin and tell him about my sleeping problems,

About my insomnia.

I reached for my bag on the floor and took out my melatonin pills before speaking.

“Sunghoon, can I please get a glass of water..?” I ask, pointing to the small pill I had in my hand and signaling that I needed the water to take it.

He just looked at me with a confused expression and nodded before standing up and walking to the kitchen, coming back with a glass of water and handing it to me before asking me the question I was so scared of “What are those pills?” He spoke, his voice barely above a whisper and clearly filled with concern.

“They’re melatonin pills,” I said, looking down. “I suffer of Insomnia” I added with a sigh and a sad expression, already knowing this will be one of those sleepless nights due to the unfamiliar surroundings. 

“Oh” He said, his pretty eyes filled with worry, making my heart shatter into a million pieces “Is there any way I could help you sleep?” He asked, making my heart beat faster. Sunoo was right, he was definitely an understanding person, and that fueled my feelings for him even more.

“I usually turn on some soothing music to help me fall asleep, but that might bother you” I answered, my eyes never leaving the blankets on top of my legs “Or I hug a pillow, that would be a nice option if you have an extra one” I added, now looking up at him with shy, hesitant eyes. 

“I do have an extra pillow, but I don’t think it’ll fit between us” He said, pointing to the small space between our bodies, the closeness between us making me shiver “You can hug me, though” He added, and that’s when I swear I felt my soul leave my body, drifting off into the sky and never coming back. Or maybe it was his soul drifting right into my heart so I’ll never be able to stop loving him, who knows.

“Are you sure that’s okay with you?” I asked, surprisingly sounding steady enough. His words “You can hug me, though” playing in my head over and over again.

“Yeah, I’m more than okay with it” He said with a shrug before turning his TV on and looking for a movie on Netflix. Soft blush creeped on my cheeks but I was good enough to look away for a moment and hide it. 

He suddenly turned to me and asked “Is this movie okay?” He pointed to the TV on the other side of the room, a romantic movie on it. I thought of suggesting a horror one so that whenever a jumpscare comes I could cling to him, but since we both hate them I changed my mind and just accepted. If he did like horror movies I would’ve asked for one even if I hate them.

As the movie played, kissing scenes kept showing every now and then, making us both giggle like some stupid children, but even between our playful banter, I swear I noticed him shifting closer to me every time I was distracted. 

The movie seemed to end really fast, as if it was only 10 minutes long. I guess it’s because time seems to pass by faster when I’m having fun.

After he turned the TV off, he turned to me and asked softly in a tired, yet really fucking hot voice “Do you wanna sleep?” 

I just nodded in response, sliding down until my head was resting on the pillow instead of the headboard, and looked at him, hesitance clear in my eyes as I spoke “Are you sure I can hug you?” My voice barely above a whisper as I spoke shyly.

“Of course” He gave me a soft smile, the softest smile I’ve ever seen and that made me want to pinch his cheeks and kiss him like there was no tomorrow “And wake me up if you can’t sleep, you’re not alone in this” 

His words made me melt, literally, I was sweating. He was so sweet that I swear I smelled a scent so close to cotton candy that it made my mouth water.

I slowly shifted closer to him, my head resting on his chest and my arm over his stomach. 

He was warm, really warm.

And his heartbeat made me relax, I felt sleepy already.

But just as my own heartbeat started to slow down, relaxing, he wrapped his arm around my waist, making it beat faster once again. Even faster than before.

I felt safe, secure. I relaxed again as soon as he turned the lights off and whispered a soft “Good night, Y/N”.

His strong arms fit perfectly on my waist, making me feel safer than usual. I closed my eyes after whispering a small “Good night” back to him. My breathing slowing down and matching his,

I start to feel sleepy,

Sleepier and sleepier,

Until I finally left the hearth and traveled to dream land, Sunghoon never leaving my side, 

Keeping me close,

Keeping me warm,

Keeping me safe.

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CHAPTER 4

“  I woke up feeling a pair of strong arms wrapped around me, my head resting on a warm surface that made a heart beating noise. I slowly opened my eyes just to see that…

Park Sunghoon was the one hugging me.

My head was laying on his chest.

His heart was the one I was hearing.

His breathing was the one matching mine.

He was the one keeping me warm all night long.

He was the one that gave me the best sleep of my life. 

I felt my heart beating faster at the sight of his sleepy face as I stared at him, all while enjoying the warm and safe feeling his embrace gave me. 

I got startled when I felt him shifting underneath me, his eyes slowly opening as I lifted my head from his chest to look at him, his sleepy face being the cutest thing I’ve seen so far. 

“Good morning” He spoke, his voice low and deep, groggy from sleep. I shivered as he moved his arm lower, from my waist to my hips, holding me close as we laid together in the warm embrace of the blankets.

“Good morning…” I replied shyly, looking away as I felt my face heat up, sure that I looked like a tomato ready to be eaten.

“Lay with me some more, please” He whispered, pulling me even closer to him and making me shiver under his touch. I rested my head on his chest again, enjoying the closeness between our bodies. His slow breathing made me relax and cream against him.

“How did you sleep?” He asked, now sounding a bit concerned as he knows about my problems with sleep. 

“I slept really well, this was probably one of my best nights so far” I gave him a smile as I spoke, a wide one, a genuine one as I was truly happy that I was finally able to sleep all night long without waking up in the middle of sleep. And also truly happy that I slept cuddled up against my Idol and crush’s side, in his embrace. 

He smiled back at me, making me wish to kiss that smile until my lips bleed. 

He jumped up when his phone started ringing, it was “Jaikeu :]” . The cute name made me giggle. He sat up a bit, not letting me go as he answered the call.

“Hey Jake” He spoke, a wide smile painted on his oh-so-kissable lips. 

“Hi” I heard from the other side of the phone. I could only imagine it was Jake, or the one and only Shim Jaehyun. “I know you’re busy with your ‘Girlfriend’- Sorry, with Y/N, but our Kid Nishimura Riki wants you to be here too” Jake spoke through the phone and I choked when he called me Sunghoon’s girlfriend. He then spoke in a cute voice “Do you wanna hang out with us today? We could play games at my place” Jake spoke, clearly pouting from the other side of the phone.

Sunghoon looked at me and probably understood that I heard the whole conversation they just had. He silently mouthed to me the words “Do you wanna come too?” and I just nodded with a shrug. I would meet 2 more of my idols after all, so why not?

“Okay, sure” He paused for a moment at the phone before continuing “Can Y/N come too?” I heard Jake answer with a quick “Yes” from the other side before they agreed on the time in which we had to meet and hung up with a bright smile.

“Today, 3pm, Jake’s dorm” He said, rubbing my back gently. I smiled back, feeling truly happy for once in my life. I nodded and sat up along with him.

“I’ll go get dressed, okay?” I asked, slowly getting out of bed before whispering. “Sunghoon,” He nodded and turned to me as soon as I whispered his name, looking at me deep in the eyes with his expressive ones “Thank you” He just smiled at me, in his eyes a silent ‘You can always vent to me’.

I headed towards the bathroom, closing the door behind me and wearing the spare clothes I brought with me before doing my skincare and hair.

I then sprayed some perfume I brought with me (The sweet one, the one Sunghoon likes) and headed out. He stared at me, his mouth hanging slightly open.

“So pretty” He said, giving me a warm smile and standing up, heading to the bathroom himself. “And you smell good too, as always”. I blush softly at his compliments, a small chuckle going past my lips.

I watch him as he disappears into the bathroom before coming back after a while, all fresh and dressed up with a light blue shirt and some simple, black jeans. He looked so elegant and expensive even if he was dressed up in a casual way.

I grabbed my bag and gathered my things. I can’t wait to tell Sunoo and Jungwon about all of this, but all this tea is too important to be spilled over a chat, I’ll tell them when I see them.

I checked my phone and, just as I was thinking of him, Sunoo texted me a quick “How did it go” and a “How did you sleep?” I replied with a quick “It went well, I’ll tell you more when I see you <3” and locked my phone.

During all of this, Sunghoon was desperately looking for his phone. He used it earlier when Jake called but now he couldn’t find it.

“Sunghoo-” My words were cut off by him speaking.

“Shit, I can’t find it!” It was clear, he was getting frustrated.

“Sungho-”

“WHY?!” He whined, interrupting me once more.

“PARK SUNGHOON” He finally looked at me as I spoke in the calmest tone ever “Look what’s in your hand” I pointed at his left hand.

He was holding his phone during all of this, this silly, yet charming and sweet, boy. He looked down at the phone in his hand, then at me, then back at the phone and then back at me, this time with a laugh that made my heart swell with affection. 

He finished gathering his things before we headed out for lunch, going to the same small place where I met my best friend: Sunoo. We sat down and ate normally, talking about any sort of thing that went through our mind: My insomnia, his dog, dogs and animals in general, dance practices, auditions, Jay’s cooking and food. 

As we finished, I offered to pay but he stopped me, handing his card to the waiter before I had time to say anything. When I scolded him as we were getting out of the restaurant, he used the excuse of “I’m an Idol, I have way more money than you”. How silly. 

As we made our way to Jake’s dorm, we passed in front of the posters with the people auditioning and… The results. Finally. I stopped in my tracks, running towards the posters right away, and started looking for my name between a lot of others. 

Until I found it.

Y/N.

Next to it, the result was written.

‘Audition passed’.

I felt my heart beat faster in joy, I was so happy that I didn’t notice Sunghoon running behind me and stopping to stand beside me, watching me as I jumped like a kid on their birthday. He hugged me as soon as he saw my result, jumping with me. 

“I’m so proud of you, Y/N-ah!” He said as he hugged me tighter, reminding me of the previous night, when we slept in each other’s arms and I actually did sleep. 

A small tear of joy ran down my face as we hugged, a big smile plastered on both our faces. “Thank you, Sunghoon-ah!” I answered, looking at him deep in the eyes before hugging him tight again. My face buried in his neck, his intoxicating scent filling my lungs. 

After a bit of jumping around, we started walking again, making our way to Jake's place. If I thought I’d feel anxious to meet him and Niki, I was actually pretty relaxed. Maybe it was because I was with Sunghoon? Or maybe because I knew I passed my audition? I don’t know, but it doesn’t matter right now as we finally reached Jake’s dorm. 

Sunghoon knocked on the door. After not even 2 seconds a screaming Niki opened it. I jumped a bit when Niki jumped in Sunghoon’s arms screaming “JAKE HYUNG WANTS TO TICKLE ME TO DEATH”. Both me and Sunghoon burst out laughing as soon as we saw Jake leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest as he looked at Niki with a playful smirk on his face,

When Niki turned around and looked at Jake he screamed again, but when he noticed me he stopped clinging to Sunghoon and just normally introduced himself, as if he didn’t just scream his lungs out because Jake was trying to tickle him. “Hey, I’m Niki, you must be Y/N, nice to meet you” He said, offering me his hand for a handshake.

I then looked at Jake and he introduced himself too “And I’m Jake” He gave me his usual, contagious smile, the one I used to go crazy for in their videos. 

I also introduced myself, but this time as a trainee, mentioning that I passed my audition. 

We made our way into Jake’s dorm, it was way messier than Sunghoon’s, but still not too dirty or messy. I was honestly a little surprised: I thought his dorm was going to be a mess after seeing Niki scream and run like that. 

We all sat on Jake’s bed, playing some video games at first but getting bored after a couple matches. That’s when we decided to play truth or dare all together. 

“Niki, truth or dare?” Sunghoon asked Niki, and he thought for a moment before answering with a confident “Dare”. 

“I dare you to tickle Jake for 30 seconds to get your revenge” Sunghoon spoke with a chuckle, making butterflies dance in my stomach more and more. I laughed when I saw the expression on Jake’s face. He side eyed Sunghoon so bad I thought his eyes were going to turn around completely. Not even Sunoo ever side eyed anyone like that. Niki, on the other hand, was smiling a lot and giggling like a 3-year-old. 

Niki counted to 3 and jumped on Jake, tickling him all over and almost making them both fall off the bed. Jake was a screaming mess too now, repeating ‘Sorry’ over and over again while laughing his soul out. Me and Sunghoon counted the 30 seconds while laughing, making me feel warm, but definitely happy, all over.

As the 30 seconds were up, Niki asked “Jake, truth or dare?”

Jake answered right away with a convincing “TRUTH”. He knew that, if he chose dare, Niki would dare him to do the most embarrassing thing ever (These dumb children). 

Niki whined but still asked Jake a dare “Do you think Y/N is pretty?”

I felt my cheeks heat up a little bit at Niki’s question, but I became a literal tomato when Jake nodded. I looked at Sunghoon and I’m sure that what I saw in his eyes was jealousy, somehow. He was piercing holes in Jake’s skin with how intensely he was staring at him. 

Jake just glanced at Sunghoon and then looked down, as if he was saying sorry. After that, he spoke, “Sunghoon, truth or dare?”

Sunghoon thought about his answer for a moment before speaking, “Dare”. He didn’t look too confident about his choice, but he also didn’t look too hesitant.

“I dare you to whisper something in Y/N’s ear”, Jake said. And in that moment I swear this time Sunghoon’s ears and cheeks turned red, as if he just ate something really spicy. Jake giggled a bit at his friend’s reaction and wiggled his eyebrows teasingly. What did he know that I wasn’t aware of?

My thoughts came to a stop when Sunghoon shifted closer to me and leaned in, his hot breath on my neck and right ear. “I ate Sunoo’s cookies yesterday, but don’t tell him, please” He whispered. His whisper was hot as fuck, his breath hitting my neck and I could smell his strong scent, my vision going fuzzy for a moment. Even if the words he said were stupid as heck, he still sounded really hot. Goosebumps raised all over my skin, I stopped breathing for a moment and butterflies danced in my stomach with all their strength. My chest felt warm, just like my stomach did. I felt warm all over, my mouth going dry. 

“Someone looks flustered” Niki teased, referring to me. I glanced at me, with the amazing side eye Sunoo taught me how to do, and whispered under my breath “Shut up you kiddo”.

Sunghoon and Jake both burst out laughing, Niki started laughing because the other two were laughing and I started laughing because they all were laughing. What a chain reaction.

The rest of the day passed by rather fast between silly jokes and games, laughter and whines (Especially by Niki, that hyperactive child). 

Sunghoon brought me back to my dorm at about 6pm, my heart dropping into my stomach as I had to say goodbye to him, closing the door behind me as I passed past my door. I swear I saw a glint of sadness in his eyes too as I closed the door, making me even sadder.

I quickly texted Sunoo to come over, I had to tell him EVERYTHING that had happened. From the sleepover to the cuddles, from Jake’s call to his dare for Sunghoon. Everything. Every single detail. 

Sunoo didn’t even answer and directly knocked on my door. I opened it and we greeted each other with our usual hug and sat on my bed.

“Spill the tea girl” He said, leaning in closer and raising an eyebrow at me with a smirk.

I just told him everything, Sunghoon’s reaction to my insomnia, what we did, that we slept hugging each other, Jake calling me Sunghoon’s girlfriend while on a call with Sunghoon, Niki’s screams and whined, how I met them and all the game of truth or dare, everything in the most detailed way possible. I also told him that I passed my audition and a big, warm smile formed on his lips. I didn’t tell him about Sunghoon and the cookies, though. 

It was now 8pm. Did it really take me this long to tell him everything? Damn. We hugged one last time before he spoke softly “You’re really whipped for him, aren’t you?” He asked with a soft chuckle.

“I swear when he smiles I forget how to breathe” I answer and we say bye to each other. 

After Sunoo left, I washed up and ate some quick noodles before going straight to bed, tired from the long day that I just lived. 

I slept well that night, Sunghoon never leaving my mind as I fell asleep hugging my usual pillow, this time thinking it was him. 

For the next four months we just kept hanging out all together and I noticed Sunghoon sticking to me a bit more than usual, but I didn’t really pay attention  to that. 

It was now December, and I had already prepared Sunghoon’s birthday gift. 2 tickets to go see fireworks on the 10th December. One for him and the other for whoever he wanted to go with. I also had already fantasized about that extra ticket to be given to me, but I knew it would never happen, sadly. 

I sat on the bed after practice and checked my phone, my heart beating faster and my breathing coming to a stop at the messages I saw.

CHAPTER 5

The so-long-awaited day arrived, Sunghoon’s birthday party was going to be today at 6pm. A shiver ran down my spine at the thought of meeting Heeseung and Jay too as Jungwon had told me they would come. I sat on my bed, thinking about what to wear. My mind soon drifted to something, or more like someone, else.

Sunghoon.

So many questions ran through my mind whenever I heard his name. Should I confess my feelings? Should I not say anything? Should I flirt and try to get him to love me back? Does he love me back just like Sunoo said? 

Yes, Sunoo said that Sunghoon probably loves me back. Sunoo said Sunghoon never stops talking about me and that his eyes light up every time he hears my name. Sunoo said that Sunghoon always wants to hang out with me but doesn’t ask that much because of his busy schedule and because he doesn’t want to be a bother for me either. 

Sunoo told me so many things about Sunghoon that I started to love him even more.

I shook my head, coming back to my senses. It was already 4pm. Shit.

I ran to the bathroom and took a shower (ofc using the sweetest-smelling soaps I owned) and used my usual, sweet lotion all over my body. I then started looking for the right clothes. I needed something comfortable since I knew Niki was going to drag me all around the house and Jungwon was gonna chase me to tickle me. 

I wore some simple, golden jewelry and sprayed some sweet perfume all over, making sure to smell good all night.

I then wore some simple, white sneakers and headed out, making my way to Sunghoon’s dorm. 

As I got there, I could hear talking and laughing from inside. I knocked on the door, and as it opened, an elegantly-dressed Sunghoon was staring directly down at me with a small smile.

“Hey Y/Nnnie!” He said, pulling me in a friendly hug. I swear I felt him take a deep breath directly against my neck before whispering a soft “You smell so good, so sweet…” 

I shivered at his muttered words before answering his greeting “Hi Hoonie” I said with a small chuckle. As he let me go from the hug, he dragged me all the way to the main area where the party was, in his small living room. As I arrived there, I saw some drinks on the table along with some snacks and plates already placed carefully in front of 8 chairs. I look around until I feel two arms wrapping around me and…

“Y/N JAKE-HYUNG WANTS TO TICKLE ME HELP” Niki screamed in my ear as Jake rushed to us, tickling Niki and making him pull away from me, running towards the bathroom.

I looked around, the walls neatly decorated with some penguin drawings and more pictures, on Sunghoon’s bedside table was resting a beautiful bouquet of flowers. Wait, flowers? Who were they for? I shook those thoughts out of my mind, looking towards the small couch where…

Where Heeseung was chatting with Sunoo. The Lee Heeseung.

“Y/N!!” Sunoo exclaimed and jumped up, rushing towards me and pulling me into a hug. I looked behind him, Heeseung had stood up, walking towards us with his usual flirty-like demeanor. 

“Hi Sunnie” I say, reciprocating Sunoo’s hug. I smile as he lets me go, looking back at Heeseung who was now extending his hand towards me.

“Hi, I’m Heeseung” He said, and I gladly took his hand in a polite handshake.

“I’m Y/N” I answer with a smile. I look back as I feel a hand on my shoulder, to be more precise, Sunghoon’s hand. 

“Guys, food is ready” He said with a warm smile. It was so warm that it went in contrast with his cold-like features, but they surely created a perfect match.

We all follow him to the table and sit down. I took my place between Sunoo and Jungwon, Sunghoon sitting in front of me. I look towards the kitchen just to see Jay coming with some plates, a wide smile on his face as he hummed to an unknown lullaby stuck in his head.

He immediately put a plate in front of me, I was the first one being served, apparently.

“Ladies first” He said with a wink before speaking again “I’m Jay, but I bet you already know” He said with a smile.

“I’m Y/N and-” My words are cut off by two long whines, one from Sunghoon and the other from Niki. 

“The birthday boy should go first!” Sunghoon protested with a cute pout.

“No, the youngest should!” Niki answered with another whine.

Me and Jay looked at each other before laughing. As we calmed down, Jay spoke again. “No, ladies first” He said, winking at me once again.

“Yah Jay stop flirting”  Heeseung said from the other side of the table.

Jay side eyed him and walked back to the kitchen, grabbing more food until everyone was served.

And until Niki finally stopped whining. 

“This is really good” I say, looking towards Jay and pointing to the stir-fried rice in front of me. “Did you cook it?” I ask, still looking towards Jay. He smiled at me, a satisfied expression on his face as he nodded, silently answering my question.

I noticed Sunghoon staring at him in a stern way, as if he was going to kill him at any moment. I took another bite of my rice and chewed on it happily while Niki kept annoying Heeseung by stealing his rice from his plate. 

Dinner time went by rather fast, all between chuckles, Jay’s homemade food and Niki’s whines and jokes.

It was now 9pm and we were all talking and chatting with each other, Niki dragging me all around Sunghoon’s dorm and explaining the backstory of each one of the pictures hanging on his walls. 

Sunghoon came to me every once in a while, trying to talk to me, but whenever he said “Y/N, can I talk to you for a second?” Niki dragged me somewhere else. I also noticed Sunoo and Jungwon cheering Sunghoon up and pointing to me while talking with him, but I didn’t really pay attention to that. 

When the time to open the presents arrived, Sunghoon sat happily on the center of the small couch while the rest of us sat on the floor or next to him. 

The first present was Jake’s, which had gifted Sunghoon a shirt with ‘ice prince’ written on it, then Jay’s, who had gifted him a simple necklace, then Heeseung’s, which was a prada bag, then Niki’s, that was a new game for his nintendo switch (And that kid wrote his name in the wrong way on the card: Kimura Nirisi. It was Heeseung that had to correct him right then and there reminding him that his name was actually Nishimura Riki), then Sunoo’s and Jungwon’s, who both gifted him shirts with two of their pictures on them, and then mine.

I gave him two tickets to go see fireworks. One for himself and one to give to whoever he wanted to go with him.

“Thank you everyone!” He said with a bright smile, adjusting his pointy, birthday hat on his head. We all pulled each other in a group hug, Niki whining that he ‘couldn’t breathe due to Jay’s armpits smelling bad’.

We just chatted for the rest of the evening. Sunghoon tried dragging me to the side a couple times to tell me something, but everytime one of the other members pulled me away from him. 

As we were all saying bye to each other, I was the last one to exit. Sunghoon stopped me by the door, holding my wrist in a gentle, yet firm, way.

“I want you to have this,” He said, handing me the extra ticket for the fireworks. “I want to go with you” He added, a soft smile on his face even if I could see a hint of nervousness in his eyes. I took the ticket, putting it into my small bag, nodding softly.

“I’ll be there” I reassure him, flashing him a smile. As I got home, I did my usual night routine, brushing my teeth and doing my skincare before changing into my Pj's and heading to bed.

That night nothing seemed to help me sleep, my melatonin seemed to not even have an effect on me, soft background music didn’t help and not even hugging my pillow helped. I jumped up, fully awake once again, as soon as I heard my phone buzzing repeatedly.

I look over at it, an incoming call from “Sunghoonie ;)”. Sunghoon calling me? Maybe I forgot something there?

I answer, a sleepy “Hi” coming from my lips. 

“Hi” He said, he sounded nervous yet sleepy, and god if his voice was hot like that. “I can’t sleep and you came to my mind… Did I wake you up?” He asked, probably knowing that I wouldn’t be able to sleep after talking with so many people not even an hour ago, kept up by the adrenaline coursing through my veins.

“No, no, I can’t sleep either, you didn’t wake me up” I answer, laying back down, putting my phone on speaker and setting it down next to me as I snuggle in the soft, fluffy and warm sheets of my bed. “Why can’t you sleep?” 

“Sleeping is hard when you have so much on your mind” He answered, I could hear the shuffling of his sheets from the other side, probably placing his phone next to himself on speaker like me.The image of him, laying in bed, all snuggly and cute while talking to me on the phone causing goosebumps to raise all over my skin, butterflies dancing elegantly in my stomach.

“Why? What’s on your mind?” I ask, my voice soft and understanding as I hope he won’t notice that part filled with pure, unfiltered love.

“You” He simply said, I felt a sudden rush of warmth run up my neck and my face. I probably looked like a tomato. My heart was beating louder and faster, I felt like I could die right then and there as I held my breath without even noticing, millions of thoughts running through my mind at an inhuman speed.

Probably due to my lack of response, he spoke again “Can we stay on a call while we sleep? Your breathing is relaxing…” He said, I could sense the sleepiness in his words, he was probably falling asleep already, while my heart was beating fast as fuck, my breathing was heavy and his words made me shiver and blush like an idiot. 

“Of course” I said, trying to sound stable, as if I wasn’t just kicking my feet on my bed while hiding my face in my hands. 

After a couple minutes, I couldn’t hear anything anymore, the only sounds coming from his side were the soft shuffling of the sheets and his soft breathing. The image of him sleeping softly formed in my mind, making my heart swell with love and affection as I laid my head back against the pillow, while having another one there to hug. I wonder what he’s dreaming about, I bet he looks so peaceful in his sleep.

I wrapped my arms around my pillow, of course imagining it being him, all cuddly and warm, and, soothed by his soft breathing which was more like a lullaby to me, while thinking about when we’ll go see the fireworks together, slowly fell asleep with him clouding my mind in the best and sweetest way possible. My own side of the phone call became silent too, the only sounds being my heart beating loudly for him and my soft breathing, along with some casual rustling of my own warm, comforting sheets.

CHAPTER 6

“   After 2 long, tiring, intense and full days passed by, it was finally the so-awaited day of the fireworks. Me and Sunghoon agreed that he would pick me up and we would go there together at 9pm, the show would start at 10. During the day I met up with Sunoo and Jungwon, of course gossipping and talking about how this evening could possibly go. We were sitting in a cute cafe, just talking.

“You know, I saw a bouquet of flowers on Sunghoon’s bedside table” Sunoo started with a small smirk “I think he’s gonna give it to you”

I quickly shook my head, chuckling a little at how stupid his words are. Why would Sunghoon give those flowers to me? I love him, yeah, but he doesn’t feel the same, and I’m sure about that. I quickly denied, shaking my head, a well hidden hint of sadness in my voice, “Nah, I don’t think so”.

“Oh, come on, Y/N!”  Jungwon joined in, nudging my shoulder in a comforting manner, as if he was able to sense my sadness, as if he was able to sense how broken and hurt my heart was. “Stop speaking so lowly of yourself! I’m sure Sunghoon might actually like you back!” 

“Jungwon, I don’t like him, I fucking love him” I say, turning to him in a dramatic way, trying to lighten the mood up a little. The other two just giggled a bit, and then we changed topic, just simply talking about random shit: From their upcoming comeback to my training and possible debut next year. 

When I got home, I felt goosebumps raise all over my skin as I saw the time. 7pm. I rushed to shower, applying that sweet lotion that had become a must, and then changing. I decided to dress up casual yet elegant, adding a cute, silky, black bow to my hair.

I sprayed my now usual sweet perfume before gathering my things, my ticket, my phone, my wallet and some makeup products in case I needed any touch ups. I sat on my couch and waited for Sunghoon to arrive patiently, my heart racing in my chest, goosebumps rising on my skin and a cocktail of emotions cursing through my veins: Anxiety, excitement, happiness and pure, unfiltered love, adoration and affection.

I got snapped back to reality when I heard a knocking sound coming from my front door. I stood up, my knees weak, my hands shaky as they clung to my bag’s handle. I opened the door and there, right behind it, stood a tall, nice yet nervous looking Sunghoon.

Why was he nervous, though? 

“Hi” He said, his greeting was shakier and more spent than usual. I couldn’t help but notice how he avoided eye contact, how his free hand clung to the hem of his jacket…

Wait,

Free hand?

Where’s the other one?

It was straight in front of me, holding that same bouquet I saw at his birthday, the same bouquet Sunoo and Jungwon told me about.

So it was actually for me…

He was also holding a letter…

“I’ve never been good at telling people how I feel,” He started, a hint of vulnerability in his voice as he handed me the letter and the flowers with a shaky hand. “But you make me want to try”

I flashed him a small, shy smile and he responded with one too, but quickly stopped me when I tried opening the letter. “Wait! I’ll tell you when to open it” 

I shrugged lightly and put the letter in my bag and then went out, locking my door. I followed him outside the building and the car, where one of his staff members was. Sunghoon had told me over text that one of the staff members would drive for us.

As we arrived at our destination, the ‘driver’ dropped us down and told us to call him whenever we wanted to go home and also that we deserve to have some fun too. 

I walked beside Sunghoon and couldn’t help but notice how his hand twitched whenever I walked too close to him, as if he wanted to touch or grab something. He was probably too shy, though, so I decided to take the lead in this.

“Wanna hold hands?” I asked, offering him my hand with a warm smile, “If it’s not too cheesy, of course” I added with a laugh, and I swear I went straight to heaven when he took my hand with a bright smile and the most beautiful laugh ever.

When we arrived near the lake where the firework show will be at, the security stopped us and asked for our tickets. We both took them out and showed them to the security before making our way past the fences. 

We sat down on a bench pretty close to the lake, flowers surrounding us, the stars and moon already shining in the sky, casting a soft glow over his skin, making him look ethereal.

“You know,” He spoke, his voice soft and I could feel the small glint of vulnerability in it despite him seeming more confident now. “You’re like the stars, beautiful to look at, but impossible to catch”

A hurricane of feelings and sensations cursed through my veins at those words: Shivers running down my spine from the cold, my cheeks heating up a bit, the wind through my hair, my heart beating faster, his eyes on me, the nature around us, the soft trickling sound of water coming from the lake, soothing me deeper into this intense feeling of pure, raw, unfiltered love. 

“Are you cold?” He asked again, now his cheeks are of a soft shade of pink too. He didn’t give me time to answer and just took his jacket off, draping it over my shoulders, drowning me in his scent and warmth. 

“Thank you…” I mumbled in response, too shy to say anything else, overwhelmed by his strong scent filling my lungs, coming from both him and his jacket. 

We both look up at the sky when we hear a loud ‘pop’ sound.

The fireworks.

So pretty.

They’re like my love for him, burning and exploding in uncountable little lights of adoration, affection and care.

As they explode, I turn to look at him,

His eyes already piercing holes through my skin,

They meet, our eyes,

We get closer,

And closer,

Impossibly closer,

His breath fanning over my lips, hot and minty, addicting,

His hand caressing my jawline

As our lips meet.

I could taste his cherry chapstick on his lips, the faint mint of his toothpaste, and his unique, intoxicating taste.

He was everywhere, in my mind and heart, tattooed in my soul.

His tongue danced with mine with passion,

Pure,

Raw,

Unfiltered,

LOVE.

His scent was everywhere, filling my lungs and nostrils, his touch causing goosebumps to raise all over my skin.

It all felt so good, 

So fucking good,

Intoxicating,

Addicting,

Until…

Until it stopped.

Until we broke the kiss, panting for air.

But the only thing I could breathe was his scent, the only things I could feel were his lips on mine and his touch.

We stared at each other until he broke the eye contact, pointing towards my bag, 

“Open the letter” He said, his voice breathless, shaky, I could sense how overwhelmed he was by all these feelings, too.

I took the letter and opened it, my hands shaking, my heart beating loud and fast against my chest, my breath hitching.

“I fell in love with the million things you didn’t know you were doing, your flaws, your imperfections, your mistakes, all of you. Suddenly, all the love songs were about you, and you became the ‘nothing’ I say when people ask me what I’m thinking about. I swear when you smile I forget how to breathe. I have so, so, so much love for you in my heart that it doesn’t fit.

-Sunghoon”

Those were the words written in his letter,

So simple, yet so meaningful.

I looked up at him,

Tears in his eyes, overwhelmed by all those sensations,

Tears in my own,

My hands moving to cup his cheeks, wiping his tears with my thumbs,

“I love you”, I said.

And that’s all he needed to hear,

All he needed to hear to press his lips against mine again,

The fireworks and the rest of the world fading away, us and our newfound love being the only things left in that unforgettable moment.

His tongue exploring my mouth,

His hands on my waist, his thumbs drawing small circles on my sides,

“Fuck, I’m so weak when it comes to you”, He whispered against my mouth.

Butterflies dancing in my stomach, my vision going fuzzy, my heart beating like crazy, our lips dancing together.

He broke the kiss after about a minute and pulled his phone out with shaky hands, calling the staff member that brought us here, telling him to come pick us up.

He then hung up, concentrating on me again, as if I was the only thing that mattered in that moment. 

He stood up and grabbed my hand, dragging me back near the street.

“Sorry, but I really wanna spend more time with you” He said, getting close to me again, his arms wrapping around me again, pulling me flush against him, holding me close, the warmth radiating off him seeping into my skin.

As soon as the (poor) staff member arrived, we hurried in his car. The rest of the car drive was silent except for when our ‘driver’ asked us how it all went, and Sunghoon answered with a confident, steady voice. As if his hand wasn’t caressing my thigh all the time. As if he wasn’t turning to leave a kiss on my neck every couple minutes, as if he wasn’t making me crazy.

As soon as the staff dropped us in front of our building, we rushed inside, running up the stairs and into my dorm. 

I had just enough time to lock the door behind us that he was already pinning me to the wall, his lips on mine again, my hands on his chest, feeling his heartbeat.

Feeling the heart that wasn’t beating just for him anymore, but for me too.

Our lips danced together, his hands traveled from my hips to my waist and back, going upwards ‘till my neck and cheeks. 

His lips trailed down my jawline and neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps and passion behind them.

His hands moved back to my waist as he broke the kiss to look deep into my eyes.

“I love you, Y/N, so much” He whispered, burying his face in the crook of my neck.

“All of you, your eyes, your nose, your lips, your cheeks, your jawline, your neck, your collarbones, your shoulders, your arms, your hands, your chest, your tummy, your hips, your waist, even your fucking legs and thighs, your hair, your scent, your voice, the way you look at me, how much effort and care you put into everything you do, the way you always care about everyone and everything, the way you make sure that everyone feels loved and cherished, the way your eyes crinkle at the corners when you smile, the way your cheeks flush whenever you’re shy, the way you always listen to everyone’s problems and give them advice, the way you jump happily whenever someone brings you sweets or just any type of food. And the list goes on, I could go on for seconds, minutes, hours, days, months, years even. But the things I love most about you? Your heart and soul. Those are irreplaceable. They’re yours, and I love you.”

I felt tears roll down my cheeks at his words, and he kissed them away with so much care, love and adoration.

That night, 

That night he proved me just how much he loved me,

Our bodies became one,

He was gentle, soft,

He made sure I felt good, he made sure I felt loved and cherished, he made sure that I felt adored.

He shared his heart and soul with me, we poured our hearts out to the other,

We let out all those unspoken feeling that were destroying us from the inside,

All those feelings that were sharp and hurtful when they were inside us, but turned out to be as beautiful as those fireworks,

Those fireworks that brought us together,

Those fireworks that I gifted him during his birthday,

Those fireworks that were just like love, 

Uncontainable, exploding in millions of lights and sensations,

Those fireworks that were pretty, but never as pretty as him,

Those fireworks that became unforgettable, 

Those fireworks that our hearts waited so much to see.

Those fireworks that now represent us,

Our love,

Our feelings,

All the passion we shared,

Our adoration, affection and care towards the other…

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CHAPTER 7

“     Those fireworks that now represent YOU.

That’s how me and your dad met.”