#where they didn't have anything to gain from each other and just appreciated each other as people. liked each other

[cloverskentwells]

thinking about serial killer's daughter clove again! can you imagine the vibes though like.

her dad was supposed to go into a hunger games but then didn't and he tried to live a relatively normal life with like a wife and kids and everything, had three sons on purpose and then an accident baby (clove) like ten years after the third son. one day he allegedly goes mad and kills a bunch of people at the quarry where he works in some vicious murder spree and peacekeepers chase him down and shoot him dead right in front of six year old clove.

her brothers are all grown adults/gone and the mom doesn't want to deal with a grieving traumatised child by herself so she sends clove off to the academy and then disappears to one of the other towns. clove's brothers have either relocated far away or just can't afford to take her in so she gets to live in the academy dorms. then clove spends years getting bullied and teased about her loser deadbeat serial killer dad who couldn't get into a games so she puts on this creepy image to protect herself and becomes so good at knife throwing that it gets her a highly coveted spot in the games.

she plays up the father's daughter image/her inherited sadism and it kind of stopped being an act somewhere along the way. she does obviously have emotions and feelings though, in fact one of the reasons clove grows fond of her district partner is because he deeply respects her and doesn't belittle/harass/tease her about her past or act like her father's actions define her, and he's terrified of her but in an admiring and sweet way instead of genuinely being repulsed by her like most of her peers were around her.

[alotofpockets]

We've got you | Arsenal WFC

Pairing: Arsenal x Teen!Reader

Request: Arsenal teen reader fic where they have an eating disorder and the team helps them through it.

Warnings: Eating disorders, passing out, talk of negative body image.

A/n: Thank you @catasha for proof-reading and your feedback & thank you @lessi-lover and @greynatomy as well for your help 💗

Masterlist | Woso masterlist | Words: 2k

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As the youngest player on the team a lot of your teammates kept a close eye on you. They made sure you did your homework, helped you pack your bag, and in general were there for you for whatever you needed. There was one thing they hadn’t noticed though, and it was that you had started eating less and less. You were actively trying to hide it from them, so you didn't blame them for not noticing.

You had been diagnosed with an eating disorder when you were fourteen years old, and though you had been doing better the past year, your old habits started to reappear. Of course, something like that doesn’t really go away, but the voices in your head telling you that you shouldn’t eat have been quiet.

None of your teammates knew about your diagnosis, as you hadn;t struggled with it during your time with Arsenal. Well, not until now. In your plan to hide it from your teammates, you hadn’t counted on someone knowing the symptoms of an eating disorder, but one of them did. Alessia Russo, one of the more recent signings was keeping an eye on your food intake, unbeknownst to you. She had noticed you barely touching your breakfast. At first she didn’t think anything of it, but when she saw you only eating a few bites of your lunch, until you excused yourself, her mind started to wonder. She recognized patterns she had been stuck on in her highschool years, and hoped that she was wrong, but she couldn’t just let the thoughts go.

After training that afternoon, Alessia walked with you back to your bags, having placed hers conveniently next to yours at the start. The two of you are talking, when she grabs a protein bar from her bag. “Man, I’m full. Can I interest you in the other half? I would hate for it to go to waste.” You hesitated, but took the bar from her, not fully confident in denying food one on one. Alessia continued talking, but you didn’t hear a word she was saying as you were trying to convince the voices in your head you should eat the bar she offered. You don’t deserve to eat. You’ve gained weight, eating the bar will make it go up more. You tried to fight it. I already took the bar, I have to at least take a bite to show my appreciation. After fighting with the voices in your head for what felt like half an hour, you managed to move the bar up to your mouth with a shaky hand. Luckily Alessia was busy untying her boots, and didn’t see your hands shaking. One small bite is all you were able to eat before the voices in your head started to get loud again. You smiled to Alessia, “Thank you for this.” and head back to the locker rooms. Once you were out of sight from the rest of the team, you threw the bar in a nearby trash can. 

You were currently training in Portugal, so you didn’t have much time where you weren’t surrounded by your teammates. Each meal time was taken together, so you diverted to making it seem like you were eating by tactically moving around the food on your plate, putting a bite on your fork and moving it around while you were conversing with the people surrounding you. Trying to keep their focus on your words, rather than the lack of food actually entering your mouth.

Alessia stuck around until most of the room had cleared out, leaving just the two of you in the room. She moved over to your table, “Hey y/n, how are you doing?” You look up from your plate, “Oh hi Lessi, I’m doing alright. How are you?” She smiled at you softly, “I’m doing alright as well. I wanted to check in with you, to see if everything was okay, since I noticed you hadn’t really touched your food.” Your cheeks turned red, had she noticed? You quickly shake off the thought and shrug your shoulders, “Oh, yes, I’m okay. Just not very hungry, that’s all.” Alessia didn’t want to push you, knowing that that could make it worse, so she settled on talking about football instead, to bond with you, and not let you be on your own. 

The next day you were running around during practice, you loved drills where you got to show your speed. The team was split into two lines, as you would be competing against each other. One person from each team would go at the same time, sprinting to the finish line, the one that reached it first would earn the cone for their team. The team that got to ten cones first would win the exercise. 

Your team was currently at nine cones, while the other team was at eight. It was you running against Lotte, and if you were the fastest, you would get the victory for your team. “You’re going down, grandma.” The team knew you as a joker, so Lotte was used to your antics. “Yeah yeah, you just focus on not tripping over your own feet, kiddo.” You roll your eyes at her, “That was one time!”  

The two of you get ready on the line and wait for the countdown and the whistle to blow. You were running neck and neck, until about three quarters of the way, it was then that you got a step ahead of Lotte, but your lead didn’t last long, as suddenly you found yourself getting weak and dizzy. You divert from the straight line that you were running, and slow down your run. Lotte immediately noticed that something was wrong, and stopped her run to help you. “Hey kid, what’s wrong?’ She grabs your shoulders to keep you in place. “Dizzy.” Is all you get out before you collapse in her arms. 

You passed out for a moment, but luckily the medics were quick by your side. “What happened?” You ask when you see all your teammates standing around you with worried looks on their faces. “You passed out, kid. Do you know what happened?” Leah had your head laying in her lap. “Don’t know.” You say groggily, still not feeling well. “Let’s get you to one of the physio rooms to get you checked out.” One of the medics reached down their hands to help you up. 

Everyone was in the hallway, waiting to hear what was going on, a few of them pacing the hallway, and others sitting along the wall. “She was joking around just moments before, how could this happen out of nowhere?” Leah voiced the thought that most of the girls shared. “I might have an idea.” Alessia said softly. 

The medics walk out of the physio room once they are done examining you, “She seems alright now. We don’t know what happened yet, so we will have to keep a close eye on her. We advised her to stay in the room for at least another hour, just until she feels a bit stronger again. You can see her though.” 

After what Alessia had just shared with the group, just Alessia, Leah, and Kim go into the room first. “Hey kiddo, how are you doing?” Leah sits down on the bed with you, and wraps her arm around you. “I still feel a bit weak, but otherwise okay. You all look very serious though, what’s going on?” Leah looks up to Kim with tears welling in her eyes, not being able to do the talking without breaking. You were like a little sister to her, and it hurt seeing you like this. “It came under our attention that you haven’t really been eating, and we wanted to check in with you. You really scared us out there kid, you need to take care of your body. Can you please tell us how long this has been going on?” They knew now, so hiding was no longer an option. “I was diagnosed with an eating disorder when I was fourteen.” You could feel Leah tense beside you, as she came to the realisation just how serious this was. “I never mentioned it because it’s not been a problem since I’ve joined the team. It started playing up again a few weeks ago, I can handle it.” You were downplaying your wording, trying not to scare your teammates. Leah shook her head, “You’re not handling it though, you literally passed out!” You were shocked with the emotion behind her voice. “Leah, I’m fine.” Leah felt herself getting angry, “No, y/n, you’re not.” She said before she left the room, not wanting to get angry with you while she knew you were struggling.

It stays quiet for a moment, before Alessia speaks up. “I struggled with my weight and my body a lot growing up. I wanted to be skinny, but it ended up making me too weak to play. I learned that for football being strong was more important than my body fitting this image in my mind that society had created.” Kim continued where Alessia left off, “It’s important to give your body the right nutritions, it is for all of us, but especially for a growing body like yours. Skipping meals can harm your body, more than it will do good. We understand that this is a lot, but we really do not want anything like today to happen to you again.” Tears started to form in your eyes. Kim stands up and goes in to hug you, “It’s okay, sweetheart. We’ve got you.” 

Once you calmed down a bit, Kim continued the conversation. They wanted to do everything in their power to help you, because they understood how mentally challenging an eating disorder could be. “We’re going to set up a meeting with the dietitian and nutrition team tomorrow, and get you on a plan that will help you eat in a healthy way, that is based on your body specifically. Alessia is going with you, because her experience will help make sure your best interest is at heart. We are going to be there with you every step of the way. You’re a part of a team, and that means we don’t let anyone go through something alone, okay?” You nodded, “Okay.”

In the hallway Leah is crying into Lia’s arms, after she asked the rest of the team to give you some space today. “She’s acting like nothing is wrong, Wally.” The older girl rubs her hands over her best friend’s back in soothing motions. “I understand, but she needs you Lee. I know you’re angry with her for not telling anyone she’s been struggling, and with yourself for not noticing she was, but let’s focus on the fact that it’s out in the open now, and you can help her.” 

Lia’s words were convincing, so much so that Leah headed back into the room, and asked for a moment alone with you. “Hey kiddo, I’m sorry I ran out. I couldn’t handle my emotions in a way that would be fair to you, so I needed a moment.” You smile at her softly, “It’s fine Lee. I understand, it was big news, and I’m sorry I didn’t say anything sooner.” Leah steps forward and hugs you to her chest. “Let’s get you home, okay?” You had been living with Leah since you moved to London, probably the reason that you were closest with her. “Okay.”

The next morning Leah drove you to London Colney for your appointment with the dietitian and nutrition team. Alessia was already waiting when you arrived, she greeted you with a hug. “It’s good to see you, kiddo. Are you ready?” You returned the hug. “As I’ll ever be.” 

It was very helpful having the both of them there. Leah for reassuring you, and Alessia to make sure you answered all their questions properly. After an hour of talking with the team, they had set up the basics of the plan for you. In the next couple of days they would get back to you with a more elaborate plan, including meal options and recipes. 

You know that your journey with food and your body weren’t going to be easy, but you knew that you weren’t going to be alone. The team had always been like family to you, and yesterday showed you again that they would love you unconditionally, and that they would be there for you, no matter what. 

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[xkaidaxxxx]

Fortunate Ones

BAKUGOU X READER

Mentions: Corrupt Government, Quirkless, Injections, Pregnancy, Dad Bakugou, Fluff!

reblogs are appreciated! <3

There was a point in time where life was happy for everyone. Then one day things changed.

Those with Quirks lived a better life. Good homes, good environment, upperhand on job opportunities. Quirkless born have it rough. A child should have their quirk by the age of 5 and if not the government will give the child another year just in case they’re late bloomers. If no quirk is developed by the age of 6 they’re separated from their parents and put into the quirkless side of town, Although they are allowed to travel anywhere.They get paired with a good family. They’re not allowed to have any contact with their old family.

You grew up with Bakugou and Izuku. Yeah Bakugou was an asshole but you still followed behind him just as everyone else did. You and Deku had each other. Yes you were parted from your birth parents but the ones you were given too were great. They love you like their own. Deku went through the same thing which is why you guys are understanding each other. You thought you’d be with Izuku forever as besties and have a possibility to end up with Bakugou.

Izuku never told either of you about training with All Might. He couldn’t. He didn’t even tell you about getting into U.A. You thought you'd be going to school. You knew Bakugou got in and it hurt you like hell. Parting ways with someone you fell in love with. “ Since when do you have a quirk!?” You yelled at Izuku. “You’re a piece of shit for not telling her sooner.” Bakugou said. “ It’s not what you think,”Izuku said. He wanted to stay with his best friend. He wished the three of you could attend the best hero school there is. He cared more about being a hero. “ I can’t believe it. How..just have fun with your quirk Izuku. Bakugou have fun as well. I guess this is it…” you say tears running down your face. “Who knows…maybe we can meet up one day or whatever.” He said handing you a piece of paper with his number on it. You smiled. “Y-Yeah..thanks. I’ll miss you guys more than anything.” you said. Bakugou hated it when he was forced into a group hug. He hates physical contact but tolerated it for you. He’s always had a soft side, though he's a total asshole. 

Everyone went their separate ways. You didn’t stay in contact with Izuku. He’s “too busy.” when in reality he didn't make time. He cared more about being a hero. Bakugou is very serious about it too but he tried and did make time even if it was talking on the phone or meeting up in the city going to places where Quirkless people were allowed in. Sometimes he’d even facetime with you at night even after a long and tiring day. Yes he’d knock out mid way with you but he made the time and it made you happy. 

As time went on Bakugou developed feelings towards you and finally confessed after becoming a hero and you two Immediately started dating. During the ending of highschool there was a bill being set. Quirkless people were not allowed to house with a quirk user unless married. Then 2 years later the bill passed. 

“We could always lie. We don’t have to worry about it. Let me handle it.” Bakugou said, holding you close. You were both 20 and ready to move out. Bakugou was making a great amount of money from being a hero even though he's young. You were in your 3rd year in college studying for business management and English language. You had a small business. It’s going very well. You always have orders coming in. “We can’t lie about it,Kats. If they find out then what?” you asked. “We’ll make it happen eventually.” he replied, pecking your cheek. You nodded slightly. It was your plan with him. Him becoming a hero, you finishing school and starting your small business then soon enough live together. You continued your homework. Thank god you’re the smartest in all your class and gained trust from your teachers. They’d give great recommendations for when you need a job. 

“Hey mom. I brought her to meet you. You’ll love her.” Katsuki said. He brought you into the living room. “Really!? All this time?” Mitsuki said, giving you a big hug. You returned it. She’s known you since a kid; she just never thought you’d end up dating her son. “You should’ve told me since you started dating her. Why did you keep it a secret for so long?” She asked, letting me go. “I told him I wasn’t ready not until I was almost done with university.” You answered. “We were planning to move in together but…the new bill was placed..” he said gripping your hand lightly. Mitsuki knows how much he loves you because when you and Bakugou started she noticed how much he started changing and in a great way. “You two are young. Still in the beginning of the new chapter. Us parents will be here to support you both.” Mitsuki said. 

When you and Katsuki turned 21 he proposed to you. While you were at work he decorated the dining room with candles and roses.(he lived on his own.) He made your favorite meal. The lights were dimmed. “Hey Kats. I'm here. What did you need help with?” you asked as you took off your heels. “Yeah I'm in the dining room,” he replied. You went over and blushed as you saw the lovely decorated table. You both enjoyed the food. You talked and laughed. “You’re such a romantic, it's cute. Thank you for this.” You said smiling. “I have one more surprise.” He walked over to you.” he replied and made you stand up. “ Where are you taking me?” you asked. “No No, just stand there okay. Close your eyes, loser.” he replied. You obeyed him. Bakugou took out the ring and got down on one knee. “Open.” he ordered. When you saw him your heart was racing. “Y/n I'm in love with you and you know that. You give me everything you have to offer. You always express your love to me. Make me the happiest man in the world and marry me.” He asked. You nodded as you started crying with him. He slipped the ring on your finger. When the wedding happened a year later you both were so happy, loved and fortunate, very very fortunate. 

You must be wondering why? Well thank god you and Bakugou decided to try for a baby during the honeymoon and it happened. You were blessed twins, baby boys. During the time you were 7 months the government released the news about planning on injecting half of the quirkless females. An injection to stop them from reproducing. You had your babies and after you got approval from the doctor to have another child. You and Bakugou got to work. It was hard to take care of the twins while pregnant but you and Bakugou want a little tribe. 

“ Morning my wonderful boys.” Bakugou said to the twins who were awake and ready for their bottles. He carried both of them and got comfortable on the couch he fed both of them. Struggled but fed them. You were still asleep. He makes sure you get proper rest which is why he took time off work. To help you around the house another set of twins are on the way. You woke up around 9:30 am“Kats?Kousuke?Kensuke?” You called. “In the bathroom babe!” Bakugou said. He was giving the twins their baths. Kensuke was the calm one and Kousuke…sweet lord he’s the wild one. You walked in and saw Bakugou’s shirt all wet. The boys cooed and kicked as Bakugou made silly faces. Kousuke splashed water as Bakugou lifted him to scrub his back. “Let me help kats.” you said with a smile. It took about a good 30 minutes to bath them and have them all set . 

You had a small and cute gender reveal only you,bakugou, his parents, yours and your 2 siblings. It was inside the second nursery. Your sister knows the genders so she planned it. “You guys ready?” Mitsuki recorded. You and Bakugou took a deep breath and then let go as you both opened the closet. Half of it was filled with boy clothes and the other with girl clothes. You shared a kiss with Bakugou. Everyone clapped. “ I love you and our babies.” Bakugou said as he rubbed your bump. “ We love you too, loser.” you replied. Months later you pushed your beautiful babies out. 

You guys want a K family and you also wanted to have one more pregnancy. Hopefully you’re not one of the chosen quirkless females for the injection and lucky for guys you werent. By the time you and Bakugou were 26 you had 6 kids. 

Kids' names. K family. Eldest to youngest.

Kousuke Bakugou(m)

Kensuke Bakugou (m) 

Kyousuke Bakugou (m)

Kimiko Bakugou (f)

Kaoru Bakugou (f) 

Kaisei Bakugou (m)

You changed the kids out of their pjs and into cute clothes. Your mother made a family gathering. Bakugou hugged you from behind then nibbled on your ear whispering, “We should have one more, don't you think my sexy girl.” Your eyes widened when you felt his bulge. “ Go fix your problem in our room.” you said. “ Come on one more?” he begged, leaving a hickey on your neck. You saw the kids fall asleep as you packed up their diaper bags. “ Katsuki Bakugou no.” you replied. His hands roamed your body. When he got to your breasts you moaned as he pinched your nipples,you felt your milk leak a bit. “ one more.” he whispered in your ear and then licked your neck. “Fuck it.” you gave in. He was about to carry you away until baby Kaisei started crying. Bakugou rolled his eyes. “Mommys boy for sure,” he said. You smacked him then carried Kaisei, rocking him in your arms. Bakugou looked at him playing with his little hand. Kaisei wrapped his hand around Bakugou’s finger and gripped it. When the kids do that to him he always ends up crying. You never knew why but he always smiles and pecks their hands in the process. 

The best part of it all is that your children grew up with quirks. When they got their quirks you and Bakugou were blessed. Blessed to be able to stay with your family. 

You both were blessed by God to keep your loving family.

[obsessedwrhys]

|| BRYON DATING HEADCANONS ||

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ just fluff, reader is gn!! (I've been meaning to do him lol)

Let's be honest, if you were to become his significant other, you would need an awfully lot of patience.

That's because he's not much of a social person, he knows who are his people and that's enough for him.

Personally, I think the only way you'd be friends with him is if you knew someone close to him. Maybe Lorsan or Lyca being the one who introduces him to you.

He doesn't like loud people. No hate. He just finds it stressful as it overwhelms his senses easily.

That's why it comes easily that he prefers someone's who's gentle and kind. Call it cliché but he appreciates beauty when he sees it.

Once your friendship starts to blossom, you'll start to notice the little things he does for you.

How he'd always be there for you if you needed some company, how he would provide you the book you had told him just the other day and how he would listen intently to your opinions even when he doesn't agree with them.

It all made you fall for him just that easy.

However, you didn't expect him to return those feelings because well, you just felt that he was way out of your league. He was too good to be true you know? So when he confessed it turned your world upside down.

Scenario ↴

You'd find yourself seated on a hill, enjoying the sunset with your eyes closed as the cold breeze blew on your face. It was nice to catch a break after finishing a handful of tasks. Suddenly you heard sounds of footsteps approaching from behind, you looked over your shoulder to see it was no other than Bryon.

"I hope I haven't disturbed you, would you mind if I share this view with you?" He'd ask politely.

"Not at all, go ahead" With your approval, he sat himself beside you. The absent of his falcon caught your attention.

"Where's Elona?"

"She's getting her rest. The battles these days have been draining" He said and you nodded to his words before turning to stare at the orange sky.

Neither of you said anything but you both found comfort in each other's presence. Due to his acute hearing, you had a feeling that he enjoyed this peaceful moment just as much as you was right now.

"May I say something?" He said which caught your interest.

"Of course, you don't need to ask" You said and it had him at ease a bit.

Though the way his jaw clenched as if he was debating on what to speak made you wonder if it was something serious.

"(Y/N), I'm afraid I have fallen for you..." He said. You had almost forgotten how to breath properly when you heard him.

"I don't know when it began... it seems like the feeling was always there. But I don't mind it. I choose not to fight these thoughts... because I love that I'm in love with you" He smiled softly at you, the blush on your face making you look ever more adorable to him.

"I wouldn't mind being yours as there isn't anything I wouldn't do for you...ah... my apologies, I'm getting ahead of myself... I didn't give you the time to speak" He said by the time he noticed that your lips were parted in shock. You quickly gained back your composure once the attention was on you.

"I uh... wow... okay..." You rubbed your arm awkwardly. Eventually you were able to think straight after calming yourself down.

"I actually feel the same way Byron... I just didn't think you'd think of me like that" You looked at him, your eyes sparkling with joy.

"Oh (Y/N)... you're all that I think about..."

When the relationship was settled, everyone congratulated you two. Especially Lorsan, he was quick to wish you both endless happiness. You had to admit, from the village's reaction, it almost felt like you two just got married.

His companion, Elona would definitely see you as her owner after a few weeks into the relationship. If he trusts you, she trusts you as well.

In the relationship, Bryon is very loving and observant. The reason why I say observant is because he'll always be fast to know what are your likes and dislikes.

Oh someone offered you a fruit you don't like? He'll simply just take it for you. There's a sale going on at the market and they have one of your favourite things on display? Watch him be the first to be in line to get it.

He also knows when you're lying about something. He hates it however when you lie about not being sick or not being cold because taking care of you is LITERALLY his job!! Besides he doesn't mind babying you, he adores you!

That's why I think his kisses are delicate and soft, most of times he'd hum when kissing but he does it unconsciously because he's completely lost in the moment, if you placed your hands on his chest, you could feel the vibrations from his voice. In a way it's like he's purring.

He loves it the most when you run your hands all over his chest when kissing. It makes him fall even harder than he already has.

If we're talking about PDA, I think he's not that against it but he's also not that crazy about it. He's willing to hold your hand, having hugs and kisses but if you initiate anything that's crossing the line or could make anyone uncomfortable then he'll simply give you a soft smile and shut your thoughts out with a simple forehead kiss.

He enjoys cuddling by the way. He enjoys it the most when you both are like covered in layers of blanket. You once teased him for it, calling it his bird nest which ended becoming an inside joke.

Like you'd be having a conversation with Lorsan and he's trying to be as patient as possible waiting for you to finish but knowing his friend, he's most likely never gonna stop talking so he'd politely invite himself into the conversation.

"Darling... can we go back to the birds nest?" He'd say, meaning he's in desperate need of cuddles. You would smile at his cute request and nod.

"BIRD'S NEST!? (Y/N), is he holding you captive???"

Expectedly, his pet names would be more of the lovey dovey stuff. He'd call you things like darling, sweetheart, baby, and even pumpkin. He enjoys your reaction each time cause you never know which one he'll use.

"You're adorable when you pout darling... oh alright, I'll buy you the candy you want. Only if you promise me a kiss after"

He's a romantic. There's no denying it. This man's love language is 100% act of service.

He's the type to light up dozens of candles at the entrance of the door so that the first thing you are greeted when coming home would be a fancy candlelit dinner prepared just for you.

He also happens to run the shower for you just as you're about to arrive home, he even places flower petals to add some scent to the mood. Anything to help you relax.

He's more of a giver than a receiver but if you ever showered him in love. He's positive that he'll faint. Even a simple "I love you" can cause him to smile all cheerfully.

You also happen to be one of the few people to see his eyes. Obviously he doesn't wear the blindfold to sleep so that's how you were able to get the chance to see him without it.

His eyes are beautiful. A perfect shade of light green and yellow, almost resembling eyes of a bird. They were pearls that entrapped you in a daze that you couldn't help but stare into them each time you cuddled with him.

He didn't mind but rather find it cute how you were in awe from his irises.

Another thing I want to point out is he enjoys holding hands with you, whatever it is, he just finds your hands fascinating.

You two could be cuddled in bed and he'd just have your hand placed on his, his fingers gently trailing against the skin of your palm.

"I love the way your hand fits in mine... it's almost like destiny..." He'd utter.

Since it's canon he has a soothing voice, you can expect him to sing you lullabies or just any song to help you go to sleep if you ever had trouble sleeping.

If you did have a nightmare, trust him to be there to hold you in his arms as he hums you a melody.

Honestly? He's just like Prince Charming but better.

[russellsppttemplates]

hi I love your writing so much

can u write a blurb of max and Julia and fin where they got in trouble at school and reader and max got called called for a parent’s meeting

Cw: kid being bullied

Note: thank you ✨️

"Did you notice anything weird lately?", you asked Max as he parked the car, "nope, they have been fine, they don't complain about anything, I'm not sure why they did this", he said, holding your hand once you were out of the car and walking into the school. After a quick chat with the secretary at the front to let the principal know you were there, you were welcomed to the office, Julia and Finn sitting in the chairs, feet swinging since they couldn't reach the floor.

"Thank you for coming", the principal said, shaking your and Max's hand, "I think it's best if they explains why I called you here", he said, sitting down as you did the same, facing your kids.

"We were in the playground, and we noticed there was a group of boys being mean to Lyla - she's the new girl I told you about, mama -, and they were calling her those words you told us were mean and bad", Julia said, "so I went up to Finn and his friends because I thought they could help since the boys calling her names were from the year behind them", your daughter reasoned.

"I went there with my friends to talk and then they took our football", Finn continued, "because of that, I tried to go get the ball back and when the other boy wad dribbling away from me, I ran and I nudged the ball as he was kicking it so the ball went on the window and it shattered", Finn said.

By the way your husband was closing his fists, you figured he was thinking about the same things and worried about the same issue as you, a different worry from the principal it seemed.

"I know I shouldn't have done that, and I'm sorry that I broke the window", Finn turned to the principal, "and I'm sorry if we disappointed you, but we wasn't going to let them carry on!", Julia reasoned as you and Max looked at both of them.

"We have also spoken to the other kids' parents, you were the last ones. Fortunately, it was the cleaning supplies' closet and no ine was there, so no one got hurt", the principal attempted to gain your attention as you both kept looking at your kids.

"Both me and my wife appreciate you telling us, but the only issue here is that you're allowing this in your school. We can pay for the window if that is your problem, but I'd like you to reflect on the whole situation", Max stated calmly.

"As you can imagine, we don't always have control of everything", the principal excused himself.

"Me or my husband won't apologise for what happened. Like you said, no one was harmed, but you should look into paying more attention to Lyla, it's not the first time it was brought to my attention that the little girl is being bullied and no adult seems to be worried about it, when that is in fact where your worry should be", you followed, tone stern and convict.

Leaving the money they asked for the repair, you and Max split up to go with each kid to their classrooms and get their backpacks, "I'm sorry they were mean Lyla, my love, but you did well in defending hour friend, it's a shame they didn't listen to you", you said as you looked at Finn towards the end of the sentence.

"It's not fair", Finn complained, "this principal isn't nice, I don't like him", he pouted.

"Finn, sometimes things don't go our way, and we shouldn't say that about people, okay?", Max lectured as he drove home, squeezing your thigh ans whispering, "as much as I believe what I just said, I have to agree. Since they changed principal, the priorities have been a bit all over tha place", he commented, "might be a good time to reconsider schools", you noted.

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[666writingcafe]

Wrath

A Text Conversation Between Satan and MC

Satan: You don't have to worry about my transition affecting you. As it turns out, the bulk of it occurred before you were even introduced to us.

Satan: Part of why this is even happening is because the others were once angels, so it's taking their bodies longer to adjust to their new form.

Satan: Meanwhile, this is all I've ever been, so it's a bit easier for me to accept who I am.

MC: I appreciate you telling me this. I sure could use the break from experiencing everyone's sin.

Satan: I bet. You must be exhausted.

MC: *nodding crow sticker*

MC: Can I ask you a personal question?

Satan: As long as you're prepared for the fact that I may not answer.

MC: Fair enough.

MC: What was your biggest fear?

Satan: During that time?

MC: *nodding crow sticker*

Satan: Being reduced to a mere shadow of Lucifer. I started as a feeling inside him. The more he felt it, the stronger I became. The war and consequent fall caused me to separate from him.

Satan: For the longest time, my mind was a wasteland. I had to separate my identity from Lucifer's, which was quite frustrating, to say the least. I know there will always be similarities between us, but it's taken me a while to find any substantial differences. I've had to force some to form in order to gain some semblance of self.

MC: How did you overcome it?

Satan: By listening to you.

Satan: When you summoned that ball of light, it was the first time I've truly been calm. The longer I held the light in my hands, the more I could discern its whispering. It was your voice comforting me. It was soothing.

Satan: But it also felt familiar.

Satan: Which brings me to my next point.

Satan: I know who you really are, MC.

MC: *eek sticker*

MC: *eek sticker*

MC: *eek sticker*

Satan: It's okay. I'm not upset. I understand why you had to keep your true identity a secret. I wouldn't have even found out if it wasn't for Lord Diavolo and Barbatos.

MC: WHAT????

Satan: Don't worry; they didn't tell me outright. I just happened to be in the castle library when they walked in and began talking about you. If they knew I was in the room with them, I doubt they would have said anything about it until I left, but I was tucked in a corner behind a couple bookshelves, so they couldn't have seen me without purposely looking for me.

MC: *face-palming crow sticker*

MC: You REALLY weren't supposed to find out, but it's not like I can do anything to change it.

MC: So, tell me what you overheard them say about me.

Satan: I know you come from a future timeline. The prince apparently had told Barbatos to try to find your version of the butler and get some answers from him about why all this has been happening to you. They've really been worried about you and want to do everything in their power to help you.

MC: I imagine my Barbatos was selective about what he shared.

Satan: *nodding crow sticker*

Satan: He mentioned that back home, you're a human that managed to form pacts with all seven of us and that a large part of your power became tied to your emotions as a result.

Satan: He also seems to believe you were sent here to experience each of our transformations firsthand so that you can help someone go through their own.

Satan: Obviously, he didn't reveal who that person was, but both my Diavolo and Barbatos felt like that would have been unnecessary information, for they've observed someone begin acting differently during your stay here.

MC: Oh?

Satan: Apparently, he trapped you in a closet at some point?

MC: Shit.

Satan: So it IS him, then?

MC: Yes.

Satan: The only memories I have of him prior to him visiting us for the founding ceremony are hazy and through Lucifer's eyes, but I've always gotten the sense he's not been particularly happy about where he's at.

Satan: I just didn't think he'd have the guts to do anything to wildly change his circumstances. He seems too devoted to the little one to just pack his things and leave it all behind.

MC: I don't think he did when we first met.

Satan: Are you able to tell me what changed, or would that be revealing too much information?

MC: I can give you the simple answer and let you fill in the blanks.

Satan: *thumbs up emoji*

MC: He developed strong feelings for me.

Satan: But you're a human.

MC: Yes.

Satan: And he's an angel.

MC: At the time, yes.

Satan: Wait a damn minute.

Satan: Did he seriously FALL for you?!

MC: Not quite. He was still an angel when I left, but he'd made some choices beforehand that pretty much sealed his fate. I just don't know what exactly he'll be when I return.

Satan: Well, judging by the way they're saying he's currently acting here, I'd say he's gearing up to be YOURS.

Satan: And I'm not trying to be sappy. I'm being completely serious.

MC: I don't doubt it.

Satan: When he believed everyone was out of the room when you and Asmo were passed out, he was right by your side, watching over you.

Satan: According to Barbatos, he even held your hand and kissed you on the forehead before he eventually got up and left.

Satan: Angels don't typically act that way towards demons. Even with Diavolo's efforts to make peace with the Celestial Realm, they tend to act rather hostile whenever they're around us for more than a few seconds.

MC: I know.

Satan: I'll let you get some rest. You'll need it

Satan: And don't worry; your secret is safe with me.

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[icycoldninja]

Hii I hope you're having a good day! I want to request a moment where sparda boys are proposing to their s/o and the s/o is also about to the exact same thing so it ended up becoming a double proposal?? I find that it'd be cute and the sweetest thing ever

Ohohohohoho

Sparda boys x Reader double proposal headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-Dante had been growing the courage to propose to you for a while now. Little did he think you were too.

-When the day arrived, he brought you out somewhere nice, the ring in his pocket, and got down on one knee for you. Imagine his shock when you got down on one knee as well.

-He didn't know what the heck you were doing, but continued with the proposal. As he pulled out his ring, he saw you pulling out yours.

-Both of you proposed at the same time. Both of you froze in shock. Both of you awkwardly paused for a minute. Then, you exchanged rings while staring straight into each other's eyes.

-Neither of you questioned the nature of this arrangement, you simply accepted it and moved on.

■ Vergil ■

-Vergil was a bundle of pointy nerves as he asked the waiter at the restaurant you were at to kindly place the engagement ring in the champagne. It was a somewhat clichéd proposal that you can't really blame him for since Vergil gets his ideas from romance novels.

-Yes, the novel he is currently reading is beyond cheesy, so what? He thinks this will be a grand surprise that you will appreciate, and hopefully accept.

-When the waiter brought out the wine as requested, Vergil was shocked to see that there was a ring in his glass as well as yours. The answer as to why this was seemed evident in your eyes.

-He had a million questions he could have asked, but at the moment, only one really mattered, so he asked you, and you asked him the same question immediately after.

-You both said yes at the same time, and the rest is history.

□ Nero □

-Nero had been very hesitant to go through with this, mostly because he feared rejection. After three nervous breakdowns and a talk from Dante, he finally felt he was ready.

-You, too, were very hesitant to go through with this as well, but after hopping around your house excitedly for a whole hour and a pep talk from Nico, you thought you could take on the world.

-Nero rung the doorbell at 7:30 PM, right on time. You proceeded with your cozy home date, just as planned. Then, as he was about to leave, you popped the question, which was probably the only thing that didn't go according to plan.

-Nero stared at you like you were crazy, making you worry that he'd reject you, only to watch him pull a ring out of his pocket and sheepishly present it to you. You were ecstatic.

-After exchanging rings and strangling each other with hugs for a few hours, you guys started laughing about how you both planned to do the same thing for so long and never said anything. What a silly coincidence.

● V ●

-You had planned to propose to V for a few months now, and finally, after suffering in silence for all this time, you gained the confidence to go through with it.

-Since V is a quiet person and you are a quiet person, you figured it would be nice to take him on a relaxing walk somewhere before proposing at your destination.

-Everything was going fine, until the moment actually arrived. Then you felt too afraid, too nervous, and way too sweaty to do or say anything.

-Then V dropped down to one bony knee out of the blue, and fearing he might be hurt or something, you hurried to help him. To your surprise, V whips out a ring and proposes to you on the spot. You say yes, of course, despite being flabbergasted, and after letting him slip the ring onto your finger, you awkwardly admit you were planning to do the same thing.

-V is shocked, but accepts your proposal with a smile. You're both surprised, and a little confused, but happy.

[matan4il]

911 ep 701 first watch reactions

(I don't think I have the energy to write proper Buddie meta, so here's me randomly squealing instead...)

LMAO In case you were wondering whether s7 of 911 will be subtle about their gratitude/debt to ABC for saving the show, the answer is a resounding no.

Also, I have lost a lot of respect for Frank as a shrink, but gained a lot of love for him as a sass king. "Did she win!?" The murderous look Athena gave him was priceless. I love her, too. She doesn't even need words to rule.

Man, nooooo. Don't give me a mutual "I love you" between Bobby and Athena like that.

"Go ahead and cut the green wire." Everyone and their sister: "Green? You said Red."

9-1-1 is the superior comedy they slipped into our drink, while we were here for our weekly action, suspense, drama and familial love.

Buck broke off with Natalia, and the show really did it like that. XD Every single person who rolled their eyes at this pairing during s6, we were all justified, but wow. The show really is the only forum to respect the pair even less than fandom does. And of course we find out about it in the middle of a scene built around Eddie being half naked, Buck watching him, with the camera specifically turning so we can discover Buck was initially covered by Eddie's body, and the angle change reveals him, when the whole thing wraps up with Eddie welcoming Buck back to the land of the living... Yeah, wonder what made Buck feel alive again. Don't know. 'Tis a mystery. We were given zero clues...

"I want the honeymoon life." *cries* Chimney is just such a good, good man. And okay, expecting your whole life to be a honeymoon's a bit unrealistic, but Madney are living together and they have a child. They know this. Chim knows this, but he still wants to go for it. Aim for the moon, you'll at least land among the stars, right?

Bobby baffled by Athena's reaction to Norman and Lola is hilarious.

I like how Chim has a great idea, but it's still obvious that it's gonna go wrong, because he can't help going overboard with it...

OMG, that scene with Eddie recounting to Buck what Christopher's date was like... If I were to write my Buddie meta, I would serve a three course meal just from that. I mean, the fact that watching Chris hanging out with a girl he likes, makes Eddie compare it to "hanging out with his guy friends" (when there's no lack of interest in this girl... in fact, it turns out that if anything, Christopher's problem is the opposite of a lack of interest) is so telling. There's a reason why that's where Eddie's mind went.

But then also... Eddie's trust in Buck got to me, the way he went to his best friend (not his own gf) for help with Chris. But that was still played with half a smile. But then Buck sort of disses himself jokingly, and Eddie won't have it. "You didn't end up like you." He sees how Buck worked on being a better person, even when Eddie wasn't there for the worst of it, and he appreciates it, and won't let Buck forget it. Meeeep. I love them.

Oh Chim. I was giving you so much credit, and then you went and bought that outdoors jacuzzi. lol Still love him. That's what Maddie's reminding herself of right now, too. ;p

Poor Hen, she was great in this ep, but none of it was really about her, she was comic relief, both with Chim and with the red wire. Then again, she was amazing in this, like she always is with everything.

Eddie and Buck were both so good with Chris this ep, MY HEART. Buck with getting him to talk about what's really bothering him, and Eddie with realizing exactly what his son needs, and how to give it to him. They completed each other. Neither one would be helping Chris without the other one. Tell me again how they're not soulmates?

In conclusion, I love Bobby saying, "Let's go prove one of us wrong," when they're both right. Something WAS going on with Norman and Lola, AND Athena was using them to avoid him.

Argh. That scene of the ship and its passengers being hijacked was rough to watch. </3 I'll still be here to watch the conclusion of this. That's the power of 9-1-1 for you.

It def felt like a great kick to the new season. We had lots of comedy and fun, some great tension, some emotional moments (especially with Christopher), but all in all, it's still clear that the whole thing's a build up to next week. Are you excited?

[starillusion13]

FRIENDS!? Chapter 9

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Series ML

Pairing: poly!ateez × f!reader (An ATEEZ Office AU)

Genre: Mature, Angst, Yandere, SMUT

Warning: mention of memories, consultation with doctor, gaining back memories (nothing much just go with the flow)

W.C: 4.2k

For my beloved: @oreharuuu

Network: @cultofdionysusnet @k-vanity

[Reblogs and Reviews are always appreciated. Thank you for reading and have a nice day ahead. Please always take care of yourself everyone.]

Hello, Can we be friends please?

!

"Why were you there?" The tall man asked you from the doorway but what about you? You are still dazed by his form standing in front of you.

San stepped towards him with a confused look, "Yunho, you are here at this time? and where was she?"

He was still looking at you, waiting for your answer to his question but your heart was beating fast and many thoughts storming inside your head. Hongjoong stood beside you and when he raised his hands to hold yours, you stepped forward.

To everyone's surprise, you ran towards the man across from you and before he could say anything, you hugged him tightly. His wide eyes stared back at rest and then returned back at you.

"Y/n..." he returned the embrace and rubbed your back, "what happened?"

San's lip curled up into a small smile and Seonghwa stood up and leaned against the sofa with a smile and folded hands. Hongjoong shook his head and happily sighed but Yeosang was too happy to break the silence.

"We should cheer this moment. We got our friend back, maybe we found our girl back."

Hongjoong clipped the papers while arranging them in order, " Y/n is always our girl."

"Wait! What is going on?" Yunho could feel his shirt getting damped with your tears. Your ears were deaf to your surroundings. The only thing you were concentrating was on his heartbeat and his warmth.

"Yunho..." hearing your voice, he brushed your hairs from your face and cupped your cheek to see your tear strained face but you were smiling, "can we please talk alone?"

Seonghwa chuckled and took off his coat, "Yunho take her to somewhere else from here. She needs you right now and I hope everything will be fine."

Yunho didn't ask for anything but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you out of the cabin.

As soon the door shut, the four males inside the cabin sighed and glanced at each other. No one spoke a word but the tension between them described that the thought inside their minds were same and they were aware of it.

Seonghwa passed a paper towards Yeosang and he gave a confused look in return to which the older one rolled his eyes and signaled him to read it.

"Now someone please speak a word or this seems so uncomfortable to watch."

Hongjoong looked up from the things he was arranging on the desk and smirked, "you already did."

"Joong" Seonghwa glared but quickly smiled, "she remembered us. she is happy with us."

The told man nodded his head but heavily sighed, "she is only happy until she remembers those days. she will hate us."

"I don't think she will hate us for that because we had our own reasons." San said and leaned back while staring at him.

"the reasons are selfish. we were selfish and cruel. all because of her." Hongjoong stated before sitting on the chair and rubbing his forehead. Seonghwa glanced at him and sat on the cushioned handle of the sofa. Yeosang placed the paper back on the table after hearing his brothers' statements.

"nothing is selfish. she was always ours. she was meant to be ours." Yeosang's words were clear and he was clenching his fist while staring at the man behind the desk. San poked his cheek before shaking his head and steeped towards him. "don't come near me to calm me. I'm not losing her again. I will burn him alive if he ever does anything to take her away from me."

"Yeosang." San called out his name in a deep voice. it was a warning but the furious one was yet to notice it. a hand was placed on his shoulder and he shrugged it off and glared. "please, calm down. we can't lose our mind now. we are walking on edges. today she is becoming our friend again but tomorrow maybe she is remembering those things. then?"

"then I'm going to repeat it again to keep her with me. with us." Yeosang was glaring at him when the opposite man sighed.

"who knows if she remember those things but just pretending not to know them." Seonghwa asked them and raised a brow. Hongjoong shook his head, glancing towards the two men across the room, then he looked towards the oldest one.

"what?"

"she doesn't know it yet."

"how are you so sure, Joong?"

"If she remembered then she would have been distanced from us. but she confessed the truth to us and she wanted to be alone with Yunho. you know very well who are the ones who she will be scared of. or should I say harmed her."

Yeosang shouted and shook his furiously, hot tears streaming down his eyes, "NO! we didn't harm her. we did nothing. we just wanted to keep her to where she actually belongs to."

"Yeosang, dont forget but you are one of those from whom she will try to run away after remembering what we did." the younger one hearing his name, clenched his teeth to the words and turned to other side. San patted his back, recalling the things they did wrong. he knew they all regretted for it but no matter what they can't change it now.

the past is how the damage is done but they can change the present. they have changed themselves---nevermind they are trying to change themselves but one thought is still echoing inside their mind.

why did you forget them? did you want to forget it then why are you suddenly getting close to them? where were you all these years? what happened to you for your sudden disappearance?

Moreover, if you didn't want to forget them. then who manipulated your memories?

"But Joong..."

"Hm?"

"no matter what...her mom gave her to us. She is ours." Seonghwa pressed the last word and the other two men's ears perked up to his statement.

Hongjoong nodded, "To protect and love."

>>>

The rooftop really has a wonderful view and the wind blowing is giving you the essence of freedom. But, really---remembering the memories and getting familiar with the past is some sort of euphoric feeling. feeling like you have born all over again and you have all the dots connected to your past. there are still a lot to remember and your doctor has told you to take it slow to remember them or you might stress yourself.

even if you are feeling safe and happy with them then why are you still sensing a fear surrounding with some of them.

Yunho is standing beside you, watching the view in front of both of you. neither of you spoke any word but you could feel him glancing at you now and then.

"I wanted to meet him." you broke the silence between you two.

his brow creased with your sudden speech but soon he remembered what he asked you downstairs. he nods to himself, "I don't like him."

"you don't like anyone who talks to me."

"of course. because you are mine." he clasped his hand before him. he didnt notice that a little smile was plastered on your face. you smiled to his sulky look. you shifted in your place and before he could notice where you were going, he felt arms wrapped around his torso. his big palms gripped your arms lightly and smiled when he felt your head resting to his back. "Y/n..."

"Yunho, you should have told me." your words were spoken so softly and melodious to his ears. so, whatever he heard in the cabin was might be something nice. he couldn't manage to hear everything but now he can set the pieces together. you can remember them. the memories are coming back to you. he is getting you back like before but...also you will remember their other side.

you will remember that version of him.

he holds your wrist and brings you to his front. you are now trapped between the fancy bricked railings of the roof and his big frame. he is smiling softly down at you and you return him a smile. your heart still beating with him being so close to you but still you managed to overcome the fear you had with him and embraced him again. he combed your hairs with his fingers and planted a kiss on top of your head.

you break the hug to look up at him and he nodded when he watched your eyes that you wanted to say something.

"what should I have told you?"

he knew the answer but still he wanted to hear it from you. he wanted to hear your voice, how you called his name earlier.

"that..."

"that? come on y/n...tell me. I'm waiting."

"that...we were a couple. you and me-"

before you could complete the sentence, he kissed you on the lips. he smiled softly into the kiss because all these years he waited for this moment, he wanted to have you so close and hide you from this world, keeping you to himself forever.

You clutched his shirt tightly and kissed him back. You didn't care for the world around you, as the only person who was there for you was him. The kiss was not enough for both of you and the intensity was driving you crazy.

'If some actions from your past repeats again, it's more likely to regain your memories soon.' The doctor said and glanced at the clock.

Fiddling your fingers, you asked nervously, "how long will it take me to remember everything?"

She nodded and hummed before smiling, "you said you started getting the dreams since you moved to this new place. Am I right?"

You nodded.

"Then the part of the memories you have forgotten is strongly connected with them. As you are surrounded by them so it's likely that your brain is collecting memories. Their actions and words are triggering the process. Don't worry about it, just remember that for now you are getting all the happy moments but if something triggers your worst fears then you need to calm down or be with someone with whom you feel safe." She had a concern on her face visible in the end of her statement.

Someone with whom you feel safe...

"Okay but if that person is not around then?"

She smiled, "then listen to your heart."

"We are still a couple. and I got to kiss you again" Yunho's voice made you realize the current situation and you came out from your thoughts.

A feeling of embarrassment rose when you felt the close proximity between you two and him holding you dearly in his arms. You shyly looked around but he held your chin and made your eyes on him.

"Don't look away and run away...again."

"Why do you all say that I ran away? What happened to me? What happened between us?"

He bit his lower lip and caressed your cheek, "it's better to forget about it. I really don't want you to remember that."

"But I want to know. Yunho, standing on the rooftop is making me feel like as if I'm living those schooldays again. with you sneaking out of the classes and spending time on rooftop and we shared so many secrets, we had so many promises. I'm sorry I forgot it but trust me, I can again remember them and will promise you everything. but for that I should know the things, I still cant remember. "

"It's better to leave for later......or never. you dont have to remember everything, we can make new mwmories to replace them. good ones which you wont be ever forgetting and we will be happy. I still love you like before, y/n. maybe....lot more."

you both had a warm smiles on your face, a forgiving aura towards each other. you both promising to never end this moment ever.

"I'm sorry but keeping her to yourself is making me jealous." The third voice made you flinch in his hold and he laughed at your reaction to which you hit his chest lightly before turning around.

"Mingi...who told you I am here?"

"I just knew that he will bring you here like the first day you two met at school."

You gasped, "wait wait. I literally forgot the fact that we were in the same school. And yeah, so basically when we met first time he threatened the boy sitting beside me not to be around me or he'll be dead."

Yunho smirked, " he was a shithead."

"You just recently remembered it though but still bickering like those times." Mingi joked.

Yunho chuckled, "don't say it like this."

"Can you both tell me? How was I? Like have I changed from before? Do I look ugly? Am I fat now? Or it's just the opposite?"

Mingi frowned, "are you serious?"

"Very much." You grinned and the men laughed at your cute expression.

These all felt so surprising and warming. You thanked yourself for gaining the confidence to finally tell them all about the memories that you gained back. Earlier, well for last few days you were fighting back the urge to tell them about it but eventually you thought about the consequences and the answers that you wanted so you told them about it.

You haven't seen Wooyoung for so long. He has been busy with paper works too much and you mentally pout that when would be the time to tell him everything.

Even though you are remembering everything, still some parts are blur as if you wanted to forget them. And why do you remember your childhood days so faintly?

You felt as if your whole life is within a reel which is played by someone but not in a sequence . As if Someone is playing with every emotion, every feeling and every moment of your life.

"What are you thinking about?" Yunho's voice broke your trance and you blinked at him. He patted your head before scooping you up in his arms.

"What are you doing? Yah! Put me down."

"Uh ah...no...you look so cute like this. Let's go to the cafeteria. We will talk there. I don't think we should stay longer as it's getting dark."

"Yeah! Let's go Yunho and my little girl y/n." Mingi smiled and flicked your nose.

You rolled your eyes, "it's just you two are giants that's why I'm okay with you calling me little but I'm actually very tall."

He laughed, "if that's what keeps you stand tall."

Yunho followed his laugh while trailing behind him with you in his arms.

. . .

"Yeosang..."

The named man looked back towards the voice from the doorway of the room. He smiled when he saw the figure standing in front of him in a knee length dress.

"Thank you for the dress. Umm...is it looking okay on me? Is it how you expected it to be?"

"Yeah of course." He stood up and walked towards you. You nervously bit your lower lip and wait for his approval. His every step matching your heartbeat and your breath hitched when he cupped your cheek and planted a soft kiss on your head.

Oh! Not lips. Come on girl. Are you disappointed? Of course not. What were you thinking?

"You look prettier than I thought."

Corner of your lips curled up, you hugged him with a soft smile. He happily returned you the warm embrace.

"But where are we going?"

You asked him while approaching the black car which was already waiting for you at the main gate of your complex apartment. The car was familiar and your eyes lit up when you saw a familiar figure leaning against it, busy in his phone.

"To-" You left Yeosang's hand and ran towards the boy against the car and shouting out his name, earning chuckles from both the males.

"Wooyoung!"

He looked up from his phone and as soon as he saw you approaching, he fished his phone inside the pocket and extended his both hands to welcome you into his embrace and you were quick on your heels to feel him against you.

You didn't care how the other boy behind you was lightly scolding you and shaking his head when you were about to fall after tripping over a stone.

"Aw cupcake missed me? Well I'm here now no need to think about me anymore."

You snuggled into him, inhaling his cologne. A warmth of protection and love surrounded you. He patted your head before breaking the hug and looked down to you.

Yeosang opened the door so that you both could enter inside and spoke up, "well doll we are going to our house."

As you stepped inside the car, everyone complimented you that how pretty you were looking in the dress. Even Mingi said that you seemed as if you are an angel directly descended from the heaven.

Maybe you are. huh!

"Really?" You sat between Jongho and Wooyoung and leaned back, "so finally you all have decided to take me there...woah today is really a lucky day for me."

"How lucky?" Seonghwa asked from behind you.

You craned your neck and dramatically raised a brow, "first I got a pretty Dress from Yeo and now you all are taking me to your house."

Seonghwa shook his head, "our. Our house."

.

.

.

"Come on Jongho. Let me see where are you taking me to. Are you planning to kidnap me? In your office?"

You could hear others chuckled at your comment but still the youngest one kept his palms over your eyes and shook his head as if you could see. you heard a faint music playing, indicating you were in the elevator and you smirked, "I'm in elevator so we are going to the rooftop. Right?"

"wrong." Seonghwa was quick to reply you and you huffed.

Tapping your feet against the fancy floor, you waited for them to take you wherever they were supposed to go. you didn't even know who all were there with you in the elevator because there was only Jongho and Seonghwa who suddenly knocked at your room's door earlier and told to come along with them but soon in the way towards the hallway, Jongho closed your eyes and whispered 'surprise'.

The sound of the 'ding' made you flinch but quickly got excited. Are we up or down somewhere?

"Welcome to our floor, y/n." Seonghwa cheered and clapped his hand. you rubbed your eyes before looking at him and then to your surrounding. then when you found yourself surrounded by all eight of them in the formal attires of the businessman.

Hongjoong was standing just a few feet away in front of you with a cake and a bright smile on his face with Wooyoung with a party popper and beside then Yunho with a big flower bouquet in his hold with Mingi standing beside him, rolling his eyes at Wooyoung who was busy making annoyed face at his phone and scrunching up his nose often. 

Mingi again rolled his eyes before taking away his phone, "leave it Woo. that's enough of you finding a perfect song for the perfect time. our girl is standing in front of us so need to do anything anymore."

"I swear I saved it last night but now it's deleted." Wooyoung glared at Mingi before turning back at you and gave you a bright smile, similar to rest of them. you turned towards the other four who were with you inside the lift. you were surprised that they didn't make a single sound when they were with you. 

They had chocolates in Seonghwa's hand, San with a gift box and a small tiara in Yeosang's hand. that's why Jongho closed your eyes not to ruin the surprise. you smiled towards them and excitedly looked around. you have never been to this floor and now you know this is their personal floor where no one is allowed except some workers who they request for. the floor is totally silent and different from all other floors you have already been to. 

the workers and the staff members in the office are only allowed till the fifth floor and rest floors are their personal ones with their main cabins and this floor is the most restricted one but now you are allowed here made you both nervous and excited.

Hongjoong stepped forward so that before you could blow out the candle and everyone around you laughed when Yeosang pulled you back and made you turn towards him to place the tiara on your head and gave you a small smile. then, he urged you to blow the candle and everyone cheered.

"thank you so much...but why such a dramatic welcome." you chuckled and received the gift when San offered you. surprisingly, you didn't feel scared of him anymore but you smiled at him like a close friend and he just nodded his head and hesitatingly smiled a little. Mingi handed you the knife and you quickly cut the cake to have a taste of it because it looked so delicious and you were craving for it.

their eyes followed when you took a bite of the piece in your hand and moaned in the wonderful taste, "omg! this is so tasty. thank you so much."

"we want to taste it too." Wooyoung whined at you. who would believe that he is one of the CEOs. you chuckled, "there is a whole cake in front of you. take a bite."

"No! you give me a bite." he smirked.

"Seriously?" 

"yes!" he stated proudly and Yunho clapped his hand and nodded, "Yes. Give us all a bite."

"you all are unbelievable." you shook your head before taking the cake from Hongjoong's hand and placing it on a table near a door. the floor was lit with fancy ceiling lights and just the opposite side of the lift is the passageway with four door lining in the way before a grand hall appearing in your view, leading to the exposure of the whole floor. the lights were of hue of yellow warmth.

cutting it into eight pieces, you offered the cake to each one of them but to your dismay, they all asked you to feed them. you in disbelief shook your head but soon with their desperation, you fed them. you were so shy and nervous but their smiles calmed you down until the time when it was the last person.

San stared at you. his eyes speaking a thousand words but you just need to see them, not hear them. speaking of past, you were never close to him. he kept his distance with you. he was always a person to keep a watch from afar but you didn't know why he was so hesitant. that day in Yeosang's cabin, he was so close to you, joking with you, making you nervous and not leaving your sight then why again he is back to this old self. keeping aside the thought.

you brought the piece to his mouth and he held your wrist. before you could say anything, he kissed your fingers before eating the cake. your breath hitched with his sudden action, leaving you standing there in shock.

he stared at your expression and smirked before placing the last bite into your parted lips, "welcome into our life again, y/n."

Again...isn't that supposed to be good?

then why are you literally freaking out?

you cupped your cheeks and turned around to face others and smiled, "so tell me. why you all bought me to your floor?"

Hongjoong hugged you from the side and kept his arm around you in a secure position, "you are finally back to this family. we want to show your new place."

"what do you mean?" you raised your brow.

"you are now going to say here. with us in this floor." Seonghwa said and folded his hand.

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.

.

"wow! you all really have a big house and even so nicely decorated." you complimented and turned around to face them.

Hongjoong sat on the sofa, "so do you like your new home?"

"new home?" your confused face made Seonghwa and the one sitting laugh and few others chuckled. "don't laugh. say it clearly."

"you don't have to stay alone anymore. you are going to stay with us." 

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family man

pairing: seo changbin x fem reader

genre: fluff, smut, ex-idol au – MDNI

synopsis: a look into changbin's family life - as husband and father.

warnings: established relationship, smut, husband changbin, father changbin, pregnancy, all skz members 'retired' from being idols, body insecurities, post-maternal body (weight gain, stretch marks, etc), mention of periods, pet names, fingering, oral sex (m + f rec), edging, breeding kink, unprotected sex (piv)

words: 7k ~ (7086)

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family life. it wasn't something seo changbin thought of or considered; until he met you. debuting as an idol early on, he thought he was destined to be single and not have a family. of course, he loves and adores his job, that much is seen via the passion he puts in plus the x amount of hours. however, that nagging feeling he felt when he saw couples pushing a stroller with a newborn made him wonder if he wanted to be an idol forever. 

he never considered himself to be a family man. his members have told him numerous times that he is a very caring, kind and observant person. he soon started to wonder what his life would be like if he was a husband and a father.

what would his baby look like? would it be a boy or girl? would he or she have his eyes, nose, mouth? would he or she grow up and want to follow in his footsteps, or would they want to take a different direction in life? 

if he had a daughter, he wouldn't mind her dressing him up in pink tiaras, painting his nails and putting on make-up. calling her daddy a princess whilst playing tea parties with stuffed animals. if he had a son, he would teach him how to kick a ball around a field, play with toy cars and plastic trucks whilst pretending to be a builder, hammering plastic nails with a plastic hammer, pretending to fix things together. as they grow older, he would support them in their life choices. wherever the path of life takes his children, he will be there pushing and encouraging them gently, whilst guiding them in the right direction.

he never considered himself to be a family man; until he met you.

the light of his life. his heart and soul. you set his soul on fire all from a single touch. fallen head over heels for you, he would do anything and everything for you.

it started off small and light. a few texts here, a few calls there before it escalated into video calls that would last until the next day. falling asleep on call with each other soon became a common thing between you both, especially seeing as he was on tour a lot. changbin soon found himself thinking about you and only you to the point that it started to affect his work.

chan didn't mind, in fact, he loves seeing his members so smitten and in love. he wants what's best for his members because they are also his family, however, chan had to let it be known that changbin would have to try and separate work from home. not to be mean or to disregard his feelings, quite the opposite actually.

you're not an idol. you're just a normal person with a 9 to 5 job and bills to pay. having you in the public eye was the last thing on chan's and changbin's mind. changbin knew chan was right, he always is.

weeks turned to months. you and changbin were very close. you tried to keep it a secret but nothing is a secret when there's hidden reporters and paparazzi. the hype soon died down though once people realized that you and changbin are in this for life.

changbin soon started to get accustomed to your life because he spent so many days and nights with you, he picked up on your habits and routines. he knows that you need a cup of coffee to start off your mornings. he knows how toasted you like your toast and how much butter you like on it.

he was there for you 24/7 and if he wasn't by your side, you were always on his mind. it soon got to the point where, being boyfriend girlfriend just wasn't enough for him and for you.

you both have spoken about marriage before as well as starting a family. changbin stated that he would retire from being an idol if you ever got pregnant, claiming that he didn't want his child to be in the public eye and be subjected to it.

of course, as soon as he asked you to marry him, a few months later you presented a positive pregnancy test to him. shock, excitement, anticipation, worry - so many emotions were felt all at once by changbin.

he's going to be a father.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“how are my two favourite girls?” changbin hums softly as he walks to you with a spring in his step. you look up at him, smiling warmly at your new husband. cradling your newborn close to your chest as she nurses from you, changbin bends down and kisses the top of your head gently.

it has just been a few days since you gave birth and the new title of mother father. you gave birth to a healthy baby girl, with thick curly hair and eyes just like her father's. you're sore and tender, your body shocked at the sudden impact of giving birth. you hoped for a smooth birth however, your daughter was too comfortable, refusing to come out and be born into the big world; not like you can blame her.

under strict instructions of the nurses and midwife, you've been told to take it easy. which, in your opinion, is hard to do when you have a newborn that's completely dependent on you. you do have changbin by your side though and you just know he is going to be an absolute diamond.

“we're doing just fine binnie.” changbin situates himself next to you on the sofa, smiling so bright, the sun is jealous. a look of fondness and pure love radiates in his eyes and features as he gazes at the two people he treasures with his whole life.

“i can't believe we made this sweet thing.” changbin whispers, stroking his daughter's thick curly black hair that she's clearly inherited from him. you chuckle, humming softly.

“neither can i, binnie. not going to lie though, it feels like it's all happened so fast.”

“what do you mean baby?” 

“well, as soon as we found out i was pregnant, we got married instantly. after the marriage, it feels like i blinked and boom! here she is.”

“is that a bad thing?”

“nono! of course not! it's magical if anything. im more than happy to have a family with you, binnie. you're the perfect father to our daughter.” 

“i still can't believe i've left all that behind.” it’s been a few years since changbin retired. the members all agreeing to do the same; it's not the same if it's not 8. the rest of the members either decided to continue working in music or to pursue their dream jobs before they became an idol.

jeongin became a kindergarten teacher, hyunjin a famous artist, his art being displayed in museums as well as being sold for thousands. seungmin decided to open up his own coffee shop. felix now does professional modeling. minho a famous chef whilst jisung and chan decided to work together and start a school for teens and adults that want to learn about music.

life has been quiet for all the members since they retired, however, you're just glad that everyone stays in contact with each other and manages to do regular hangouts.

“do you miss it, binnie?” 

“yes and no. i miss performing, miss the fans and even the chaos of it all. damn, i even miss the sleepless nights.” changbin chuckles softly, watching you cradle his daughter.

“be careful what you wish for darling. i'm sure our little one will give us plenty of sleepless nights as well as keep us on our toes.”

“ya think?”

“she is your daughter after all, bun.” changbin beams. his heart and pride swelling. he has everything he could possibly want and more.

“what do you think she will grow up to be like? think she will follow in my footsteps?” 

“maybe. or maybe she will choose a different path in life. either way, she has us to help guide her.”

“as well as chan, jisung...” changbin chuckles. you nod, looking fondly at your little bundle of joy.

“i can't believe it bun. i can't believe it actually happened. it all feels like a dream.”

“neither can i darling. i never thought i could or would be a family man, yet here i am. completely smitten by you both.”

“want to hold her?” changbin bites his lip gently, unsure of what to do. “you won't hurt her, bun. I promise.”

changbin gives you a small nod, sitting flush against the back of the sofa. you gently place the small human in his arms, changbin's eyes filling with tears of joy.

“dont forget to support her head. there we go.” 

“she's so–”

“perfect.” changbin nods, a few tears falling down his cheeks. he gingerly strokes her thick hair, gently bopping her small nose.

“hi sweet thing.” he whispers, watching the way his daughter's face scrunches up and her tiny hands open and close into fists. he gently presses his finger against her palm, watching the way her fingers automatically wrap around it.

changbin looks up at you, a smile so bright it blinds you. your heart swells with love, threatening to burst from your rib cage. if you weren't so sore from giving birth, you'd be jumping for joy right about now.

“i have to take a photo. this is just so precious and cute.” you take your phone, snapping a photo of changbin's finger being held before taking a photo of them both together. you send both pictures in the group chat, your phone blowing up with messages.

you [13:00]: [2 images sent] too cute not to send to you guys ;(( hope you're all well!! ‹3

jisung [13:35]: omfg. isn't that the cutest thing ever!!! 🥺🥺

jeongin [14:56]: who would have thought that changbin would look good as a father?!

minho [15:54]: we have to come see all three of you one day y/n. we hope you're resting and healing well. I'll stop by one day and drop off some pre-cooked meals! 🍜

chan [16:01]: im so proud of you both. congratulations once again! i agree with min, once you're feeling healed and better, I think we should all come around and have a lil catch up! 🖤 meet the lil bundle of joy! 👶🏼

you smile at the supportive words from the members, feeling blessed that not only do you have a loving husband, a beautiful daughter but also good and caring friends. you feel as though your life couldn't get any better or perfect. everything you have is right at home and you wouldn't have it any other way.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

you let out a deep sigh as you look at your reflection in the full length mirror. dressed in a maternity bra and briefs, changbin is finishing up in the bathroom leaving you to look at your reflection and reflect on your new body.

your body has changed. you're still healing from giving birth, your body slowly getting back to its usual shape, however, your post maternal body isn't what you're used to.

your breasts and stomach have stretch marks on them. nipples sore and swollen from nursing your baby. a small pouch still evident from carrying your child. your thighs and hips also showing stretch marks, hip dips, tummy rolls and thick thighs; all from the sudden weight gain.

you're happy you have a little bundle of joy but you can't help but feel a little insecure about how drastic your body has changed in such a short time.

you partly think it's because you didn't have time to get used to the sudden changes that you feel like this. not only that but you're tired. dark circles and bags under your eyes from having to wake up every two hours to nurse your baby.  

tears fill your eyes as you nitpick each area of your body. stretch marks here, stretch marks there. you look and feel like you've aged a couple of years. your mind and body exhausted.

it's all so new to you and you're worried that your husband will not like your new body. it's eating away at you, feeding on your insecurities.

you squeeze your tummy rolls gently before tracing your finger over the deep stretch marks. so fixated on your reflection that you fail to hear changbin approaching you from behind. tears slowly fall down your cheeks as you let out a small sob.

your eyes widen a little as a pair of strong arms suddenly wrap around you.

“you're beautiful, my darling.” changbin whispers.

“but my body..”

“doesn't define you.” he softly states. he looks at you via the reflection, watching how your eyes scan every imperfection.

“but i'm so… big.” you whisper, voice small and tiny. “i have marks.. i've gained weight. it's all so much bin..”

“i know my love. i understand that it's hard to take in, especially after what your body has been through.”

“what if you don't love me anymore.. what if my body disgusts you.” you choke out, the feeling of your insecurities making you gasp for air and overwhelming you. changbin hums softly, spinning you on your heels so you're facing him 

he holds your face gently in his soft, yet coarse hands. your bottom lip quivers, tears falling down your cheeks.

“i love you for you. your body doesn't define you my love. you have given me everything and more. i would never ever find you disgusting or repulsive. you're the light of my life yn. i couldn't be any prouder of you for what you have done and are doing. you're a fantastic mother. each day i wake up thinking if all of this is a dream because i have such a perfect life right now.”

“bin…”

“you're my heart and soul. you're a part of me. your body is beautiful and you shouldn't think any different of it. i understand it's a huge change that's happened so suddenly, but darling, you should be proud of who you are, of this body that you have. flaunt it. wear whatever you want. you shouldn't care about what others think because you do this for you and no one else.”

“but what if you don't want to be intimate with me anymore..” changbin lets out a soft chuckle, wiping away your tears.

“that will never be the case. i find your body, mind, and personality attractive. i don't just love you for your body, darling. i love you for you.” 

“its just, too much.. that's all.” you mumble. changbin gently pulls you into his broad chest, holding you tight.

“i know my darling, but we will get through this together. whatever you want, just tell me and i will try my best to give it to you. to make you feel like you again. just remember that i love you, yn. i love you so so much and i’m proud of you for everything you've been through and are doing.”

“thank you, bun..” 

“don’t thank me, yn. just promise me you'll come to me when you feel like this.” you nod slowly. the weight of your shoulders lifting. the warmth of changbin and his soothing words provide you with comfort.

you're safe.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“can you say dada?” you chuckle from your seat, watching changbin make goofy faces and encourage his daughter to speak. you put your dinner on your fork, watching changbin make aeroplane noises and putting the spoon of baby food in his daughter's mouth, occasionally scooping the spillage with the side of the spoon.

“she will say it in due time, bun.” changbin looks at you and pouts, making you awe. 

“but I want her to say it now.” changbin huffs. 

“you've never been the most patient of people, that's for sure.” you laugh softly. small, cute babbles from the side as your daughter slaps her hands against the highchair tray. changbin eats some of his food before scooping up more baby food onto the spoon.

he repeats the same process, sulking when she fails, once again, to say “dada” 

“did you see hyunjin today?” you ask, setting down your cutlery before wiping the corners of your mouth with a napkin.

“i did. his art is just breathtaking. he's really improved.”

“did you get a sneak preview of any new art?” 

“sadly not. although, he’s invited us to his art show next week! it's being held in town so it wouldn't be too bad for the little one. if that's ok, of course.”

“of course it is bun! i adore hyunjin's art. it's so beautiful. honestly, i wouldn't mind having a piece of his artwork to hang up somewhere. i'd even pay if needed.”

“that would make hyunjin very happy. he takes pride in his work. he told me that he values your opinion more than anyone else's, including critics.”

“really?!” your eyes widen a little. changbin nods, turning his attention to his daughter but maintaining the conversations with you. 

“really.”

“but why? i don't have any knowledge in that area.” 

“he told me it's because you're raw in what you say. you say how it is. if you don't like something, you'll say. remember when he showed you that oil painting for sunflowers and you told him you didn't like the colours because it looked dull and washed?” 

“yeah. it was a pretty painting but the colours looked too grey and boring. it didn't look alive.”

“well, he scrapped the whole thing and started again with it from scratch.” 

“wait, really?!” changbin laughs and nods.

“really darling. i told you, he values your opinion as does everyone else in the group.”

“what do you mean?”

“that meat dish minho was experimenting with? you tasted it and told him it tasted off, something was missing from it and the presentation looked dull. he changed the whole concept of it. the outfit lix sent in group chat, he changed the whole idea of it because you said the colours made him look sickly. people value you just as much as i do, y/n.”

“wow..” you whisper, sitting back in your seat “i didn't realise.”

“to be fair, they did tell me not to tell you so uh, you didn't hear it from me.” changbin chuckles.

“of course bun. your secret is safe with me.” you wink, laughing softly. your daughter laughs with you, babbling away and joining in on the conversation despite her being too young to fully understand. 

“such a cutie.” you hum, standing up to take yours and changbin's plate away. you walk to the kitchen, washing the dishes as changbin continues feeding the little one.

“dada.”

you spin on your heels. soap suds up to your elbows as changbin looks at you in disbelief.

“did she just..” you ask, wiping your hands on a tea towel.

“i-i think so..” changbin gives you short blinks, his heart thumping heavily against his rib cage. he hopes he didn't mishear his daughter call his name, so he tries again.

“what did you say, sweetheart?” he asks, placing down the spoon. his daughter giggles and babbles, drool bubbling and spilling down her chin as she claps her tiny hands together. changbin gives a small smile, feeling a little defeated.

maybe he did mishear her.

“daaada.” 

“oh my gosh.” you whisper, tears filling your eyes. changbins head shoots up, his own eyes filling up with tears and trickling down his cheeks. you take the opportunity to take out your phone and record the sweet and memorable moment between father and daughter.

your daughter continues chanting dada like a mantra, changbin feeling like his body is going to burst from all the love and happiness he is currently experiencing. he gently wipes away his tears, smiling lovingly at his baby girl.

he wipes her mouth clean from drool and food before picking her up and out of her highchair. her hands wrap around his finger as she jumps up and down on his thick thighs.

“i can't believe it. i'm her first word!” 

“im so proud bun.” you softly sob.

“i'm still in shock. how is this even possible.”

“she thinks the world of you baby. she's a true daddy's girl, we all know that.” your daughter stops jumping on changbin, a soft small yawn escaping. changbin coos gently as he picks her up and walks to the living area with her.

he situates himself on the sofa, holding his daughter close to his broad chest where she nuzzles into him. her tiny fist bundling up his t-shirt as her eyes slowly close. he kisses the top of her head before singing her a soft lullaby.

“yeah. she really is my girl.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“daddy! you're such a pretty princess!” changbin laughs softly, humming as his eyes are currently closed. his daughter wanted to play dress up and considering that you're out shopping in town, he has the (un)fortunate job of being a princess.

she drags a eyeshadow applicator over his eyelids, bright blue eyeshadow mixed with neon pink sitting on his skin. 

“daddy. make a kissy face!”

“like this?” changbin puckers his lips and flutters his lashes to which she giggles at.

“noooo.” she whines. “like one you make with mommy!!” 

“ahhh. okok, i got you princess.” changbin laughs softly, puckering his lips as she drags some lipstick, in the shade pink, across his lips.

“pretty!!” she grins, clapping her hands excitedly. “here daddy.” she hands him a tiara to which he takes off her and places it on his head. he watches his daughter's eyes light up, excitement rushing through her small body.

“ok! now it's uncle ji and min's turn.” she turns her attention onto the two men. jisung happily shuffles forward whilst minho is a little more reluctant which makes changbin laugh.

“what's up min? don't want to play princess and tea-party with us?” changbin flutters his lashes to which minho stifles a laugh.

“of course he does! he loves playing princesses. especially with the little one.” jisung says, smirking as she focuses on putting on purple make-up on jisungs cheeks and eyes.

“i want to make uncle min the prettiest of princesses!” 

“oh yeah? what colours do you have in mind?” jisung asks. he watches her rummage through her dress-up chest and make-up, fishing out the pinkest of pinks. changbin presses his lips together in a thin line in an attempt to silence his laughter that's currently threatening to burst free.

minho clears his throat, pushing his pride and dignity to the side. this isn't the first time changbin's daughter has dressed him up in pink. he went weeks with pink nail polish that refused to come off, make up and tiaras is nothing to him, however; he has a better idea.

“that's a pretty pink.” minho hums, shuffling forward so he is sat next to a 'nicely' dressed jisung. changbins daughter looks up and beams brightly at minho. “however, with all these princesses, who will be the prince?”

her brows knit together in thought. she bites her lip, looking at jisung and changbin.

“i don't know.” she mumbles, chewing her bottom lip gently.

“i could be a prince.” minho suggests. she watches him with her bright and beady eyes as he stands up, giving her a formal bow before kneeling to her level. he gently takes her hand, kissing the back of it sweetly. she giggles, nodding her head fast.

“uncle min is the prince!”

“but what about your daddy?” changbin sulks. she simply huffs and brushes off his question.

“uncle min is the prince. he is pretty looking too, like a prince.” minho gives changbin a smug smirk, changbin mouthing swear words causing the male to laugh.

“princes are overrated anyways. being a princess is where it is at.” jisung states. minho and changbin look at each other, struggling to hold their laughter at the sight of a purple looking jisung. his eyes and cheeks covered in purple eyeshadow, purple and blue lipstick smeared along his lips.

“you look–” minho struggles to say without spluttering.

“beautiful.” changbin finishes, tears filling the corners of his eyes. jisung grins, clearly unaware of what he looks like, however, he doesn't mind in the slightest. he loves playing dress-up. truth be told, he has been feeling a little jealous lately of changbin. to jisung, changbin has the perfect life and that's a life jisung wants for himself.

soon after, you walk through the door, shopping bags in hand. just as you were about to announce yourself, you heard a high pitched squeal. you drop your bags, taking off your shoes and walking to where all the commotion was.

you lean against the door frame, watching your husband crawl around on all fours with his daughter on his back whilst occasionally neighing. minho and jisung sipping pretend tea out of plastic cups, pinky fingers sticking out. your daughter is laughing, red in the face and warm from all the excitement. she looks up, beaming happily at the sight of you.

“mommy!!” she screams excitedly. all three men look up at you. a look of shock flashes across your face as you chuckle to yourself at the sight of changbin and jisung.

“what's going on here then?” you say as you walk towards everyone.

“daddy is giving me a ride because he is my horse and uncle ji and min are having a tea party together because uncle min is going to ask uncle ji for his hand in marriage.” jisung and minho’s eyes widen as they look at each, indicating that this is the first time they’ve heard something like this. 

“my. don't you have a wild imagination. wonder where you get it from.” you giggle, glancing down at your husband. his make-up melting off his face at this point.

“seems like you're all having fun without me.” you pretend to sulk. your daughter gets off changbin's back, rushing towards you.

“no mommy! you join in!” she takes your hand, pulling you to the center. you sit down, holding your daughter's hand gently.

“are you going to make mommy a princess too?”

“no. mommy is going to be a queen.” 

“but who will be my king?”

“me!”

“but you're a princess darling.” 

“but, I want to be mommy's king..” her voice lowers, sounding soft and pouty as her lips form in a pout. you coo at her, kissing her cheek gently and humming.

“ok darling. you can be mommy's king.” 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“b-binnie.” you pant heavily against his lips. he lets out a small growl and hum, attacking your lips in a messy and sloppy kiss. 

tongues and teeth clash and collide, saliva mixing and spilling and breaths are exchanged. he's hungry for you, that much is evident in the way his fingers are buried knuckle deep inside your wet cunt.

your back against the wall, clothes half on, half off. you dropped your daughter off at changbin's parents for the weekend meaning you and changbin have the place to yourselves; and he cannot wait to devour you.

“want you. need you.” he mumbles, body pressed flush against yours as he drives his fingers in and out. your legs shake, feeling weak at the suffocating feeling of pleasure that's consuming your body.

“we haven't.. even made it through the hallway.” you mumble against his lips.

“dont care. want to fuck you, feel you. want to breed you.” his words dripping with lust and hunger. his erection pressing against your thigh. “gosh, you feel so warm around my fingers.”

“it’s been a while, bun.”

“it really has..” you trail your hand down his chest to cup his erection. he bucks his hips against your hand as you palm his length, occasionally tracing the outline of his size with your fingertip.

“i want this bun. i want this deep inside me, filling me up to the hilt. i want you to ruin me.” you purr against his lips, hormones and adrenaline clouding your mind.

changbin shudders, his fingers curling against your walls. you unbutton his jeans, pulling down the zipper to fish his cock out from its restraints.

his skin is hot to the touch, painfully hard and pre cum coating his tip. you wrap your hand around his length, pumping him slow and steady.

“ah shit.” changbin mumbles. he kicks his head back, exposing his neck to you which you take advantage of. you press your lips against the skin of his neck, biting, kissing and sucking on his tender spots. his cock twitches in your hand, his fingers coming to a stand still inside you as his focus shifts on nothing but the pleasure you're giving him.

“my gosh yn. i just..” changbin pants. 

“what do you want bun? tell me.” changbin's eyes flutter open, his fingers slipping out off you.

“mouth.” he whispers. you hum, slowly lowering down onto your knees whilst maintaining eye contact with him. you part your lips to allow your tongue to slide out and lick a long, wet strip from base to tip. the taste of his salty pre cum hits your tastebuds making you shudder.

you grip onto his base, slowly pumping him as you swirl your tongue around his tip. you gather some spit in your mouth, looking up at changbin before spitting on him.

“shit..” his voice is nothing but a mere whisper. brows knitted together as he chews his bottom lip. he gathers your hair up in his hand, gently tugging as your eyes flutter shut. you wrap your lips around his veiny cock, engulfing half his length in the warmth and wetness of your mouth.

changbin lets out a shaky growl, head kicking back. his toes curl against the floorboards as his grip on your hair tightens. you focus on setting the right tempo, matching your sucking with your hand. your tongue strokes the underside of his penis, the sides stroking your cheeks.

you lightly graze your teeth along the skin as saliva naturally builds up in your mouth. you let it spill from the corner of your lips, soft vibrations of your moans hitting his skin causing ripples of pleasure to rush up and down his spine.

changbin whimpers and moans, fingers raking through your hair and massaging your scalp. he's vocal, telling you how good you are, how good he feels. incoherent babbles and sentences falling past his lips. his mind failing to catch up due to the heavy feeling of lust and hormones.

“missed this. missed you. fuck, i'm so in love with you.” changbin mumbles, his chest heaving up and down due to his laboured breathing.

you cup his balls in your hand, rolling them around and gently playing with them as you push his cock further down your throat. changbin stutters, mind going blank as he watches and feels his cock disappearing and stroking your throat. you let out soft whimpers, the ability to breath being a struggle due to his size and girth.

“b-baby..” your eyes flutter open to look up at changbin. beads of sweat roll down his temples, his hair slowly curling due to his sweat coating the tips of his hair.

you stay still to allow changbin to bask in the tightness of your throat. changbin tugs at your hair gently, his balls tightening and cock twitching.

“baby.. i'm close but i don't want to cum.. not yet anyways..” you slowly pull away, a string of saliva connecting to your lips as his cockhead as you slowly pump him.

“no?” you question.

“n-no..” he grunts, “want to last and save all my cum for when i'm inside you. i want to breed my baby..” 

“bun, are you purposefully edging yourself?” you smirk as his cheeks flush red. he nods slowly. “why bun? i know you're capable of having more than one orgasm.”

“i like–fuck.. i like how it feels.”

“and how does it feel? tell me baby. tell me how it feels.”

“painful, but good painful. it makes me sweat, makes me feel so good and submissive.” 

“do you want to be edged baby? shall we edge you tonight and make you save all your cum to dump inside of me?”

“yes! fuck yes! oh please yn..” 

“ok bun.” you purr, licking his red and sensitive cockhead. his moans sound strangled, caught in his throat as your tongue swirls around him. he gently pushes your head away causing you to giggle.

you rise to your feet, taking his hand and leading him to the bedroom.

“come bun, make me feel good too.” you strip yourself of your clothing, resting on your back whilst using your elbows to prop yourself up. you use two fingers to part your soaked folds, giving changbin a nice view of your throbbing entrance and puffy clit.

his mouth salivates at the sight. his pupils blow out with lust and desire. he tears off his clothing, diving in head first between your legs. you laugh at his eagerness as his hands grip onto your thighs tightly.

he sucks gently on your clit, tongue swirling around the sensitive nub. he grabs your legs, pushing you down and flush against his face as he slurps and sucks on your cunt. his tongue licks between your puffy lips, soaking and tasting your slick. his eyes flutter shut, fingertips digging into your soft thighs.

“you taste so good.” he mumbles.

“you're doing so well, bun.” you hum, grabbing a fistful of his curls and tugging at the roots. 

“can't wait to be inside you. to feel and fill you up.” you whimper softly, allowing your head to flop back on the pillows. changbin’s tongue dives in and out of your entrance, his hips rutting against the material of the mattress.

“i can't wait. i need you so so bad.” he shuffles up onto his knees, spreading your legs wider. you look at your flustered husband, his cock rock hard and angry. pre cum spilling from his tip, veins protruding along the sides. 

he rubs his angry cockhead between your folds, his body shuddering at the feeling of your warmth and wetness. you groan softly as he pushes his length slowly inside you. his cock instantly twitching, his release on the very edge.

the more he pushes, the closer he is to tipping over the edge; but not yet. he wants to savour each moment of being buried deep inside you. savour the warmth and tightness of your pussy.

“f-fuck..” changbin whimpers as he bottoms out in you. he pants heavily, desperately gripping onto your hips. you giggle, watching all composure leave your husband as his mind clouds over.

you purposefully clench around him, giggling when he lets out a high pitched whimper. his cock and balls are burning, the tightness making it unbearable for him. it's painful for him, making him sweat and heart rate speed up, thumping loudly against his rib cage; but he feels so good, maybe too good.

“bunn.” you whine. “move.” 

changbin nods slowly, thrusting his hips at a slow and steady pace. his tempo soon picks up, skin slapping on skin. incoherent moans and whines fall past his lips as your body becomes consumed with pleasure. his hitting all the right spots, caressing your walls and making you become a babbling mess.

“want too.. want to breed you..” 

“but what if i get pregnant again?” you whimper, hands bundling up the bedsheets.

“but want you to carry more of my children. want to cum so deep inside you and fuck it all in to guarantee that you get pregnant again.”

“bun..” you moan out. his words cause tingles of pleasure to shoot down your spine.

“it's going to be so much.. shit, it hurts but it feels so good.” he chokes out. his thrusting is sloppy and uncoordinated. beads of sweat fall down his temples, his hair messy and curly.

changbin is in a world of his own, his pleasure taking over his mind. he moans and whimpers, chanting your name and explaining how much it hurts and how badly he wants to breed you.

hearing and seeing your husband succumb to his own pleasure as well as being lost in the way your body feels, makes you feel close. the pit of your stomach feels warm, the knot tightening with each brutal thrust of changbin's hips.

your stomach dips, thighs shaking as sweat coats your body. you bite down on your bottom lip, desperately looking at changbin. he nods, knowing and feeling that you're close.

you groan, back arching off the mattress as your release hits you. your cunt pulsates around changbin before clamping down around him. changbin struggles. his mind battling between wanting to continue fucking you and edging himself even more, to dumping all his cum inside you whilst slowly thrusting, making sure his cum doesn't seep out.

“bun. please. breed me, make me pregnant again.” you purr. changbin shakes his head side to side, his eyes squeezing shut.

“please bun, please.” changbin's hips come to a standstill. he moans loudly as he allows himself to release. he squeezes your hips, cock twitching with each release. he lazily thrusts to ride out his high, his body shaking and trembling.

“so much. it's so much. fuck…” you hum, the warmth of his fluids filling you up nicely. he slowly pulls out, his mind becoming clearer. he gives you a sheepish look.

“sorry.” he mumbles. you laugh softly, shaking your head.

“don't be sorry bun. it was fun. now we just wait to see if your wish of breeding me becomes true.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

you feel off.

you have done for a while now, but with your busy life, your health has been the least of your worries. how you feel, feels all too familiar, but again, you simply brushed it to the side and concentrated on your family.

it wasn't until you noticed that you missed your period. you were due and you weren't feeling any of your usual period symptoms. it's normal for it to be late so you waited a few days, hoping, wishing it would come; but it didn't.

you and changbin have been very sexually active lately. you both haven't been very safe either so you wouldn't be surprised if it is what you think it is, however, do you want to have another child? part of you does and part of you doesn't. you're happy with your small family however, a brother or sister for your little one wouldn't go a miss.

you rummage around your medicine cabinet, fishing around for a stray pregnancy test. you mentally cheer to yourself before doing the test.

changbin is out with your daughter in the park. she wanted to feed the ducks. she begged and begged changbin, knowing that he is weak to her and using it to her advantage. it's fair to say, she's a smart child.

you aimlessly stare at the test, heart thumping and palms turning clammy. five minutes feels like a lifetime for something like this. you pace the bathroom, mentally preparing yourself for the inevitable. questions swimming around in your head, feelings making you feel sick to the stomach.

can you afford another baby? you can, with changbin's and your steady income, it is possible however, you don't know if you're ready to have another child. you have no doubt that your daughter and changbin will be fine if you were pregnant, but all those doubts and insecurities are not helping you.

you pick up the test, lip caught between your teeth. “fuck..” you breathe out.

the door to your home swings open, a very lively and loud changbin and child rush through the door. you decide to greet them, giving them hugs and helping your daughter to take off her shoes and coat. changbin gives you a kiss on the cheek to which you weakly smile at.

he furrows his brows, noticing something isn’t quite right. has something happened during the hour he wasn't home.

“go play with your toys princess. i have to speak to mommy real quick.”

“daddy join in too?”

“daddy will join in. we can play with your Barbie dolls together. sounds good?” she nods, rushing to her bedroom. changbins full attention is on you.

“darling. what's wrong?” he asks carefully. you take a deep breath in, presenting him with your pregnancy test. he looks at the stick, eyes widening before flickering up at you and back down, repeating the motion several times.

“really..?” he whispers. you nod slowly.

“really. well, i've only done one test so it could be faulty but i haven't been feeling right. we have also not been very safe plus, my period is late.” 

“so you could be? i mean, really! again??” a burst of excitement slowly bubbles in changbin's stomach. you nod again, giggling as you feel a wave of relief wash over you due to changbin's positive reaction.

“yes bun. we're pregnant again.” changbin lets out a small squeal. he gently places his hand on your stomach, slowly stroking it.

“i can't believe it! i can go get more tests if you want baby.”

“i'd like that. just to be sure but i'm a million percent sure. the symptoms are exactly the same.” you giggle, placing your hand on top of changbin's.

“i'm going to be a dad again. i hope it's a boy this time.”

“why? tired of playing dress-up?” you tease. 

“no.” he pouts. “just would be nice, that's all.”

“i think you suit being a princess. you look pretty in pink.” you tease, laughing softly as changbin's whine.

“i love you yn. so so much.” 

“and i love you too, bun.” you hum, pressing your lips against his sweetly. a loud whine in the form of “daddy” makes you laugh, pulling from changbin's lips.

“you best go play with barbies before she throws a tantrum.”

“mhm. join us?” he takes your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. you smile softly at him and nod.

“of course. wouldn't want to miss our daughter bossing you around.” 

“not very many people can boss me around yn. you two are just very special to me, that's all.”

“and you're special to us too bun. we love you very much.”

note: would like to thank @fairylouist for sending me an ask about husband changbin. it fuelled me and this is the outcome 👀 don’t forget to leave feedback, reblog and tell me what you think here. curious as to what is next? here is my wips list! i hope you all enjoy! ‹3

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[old-habits-that-give-control]

ROMANTICISING ED

I understand why we do it.

It's a way to deal with it and not feel as miserable as we would if we couldn't romanticise it.

But if you are someone who actually WANTS to have an ed or thinks it's a way to just loose weight fast,

Let me tell you about the experiences I had so far these past weeks because of my ed.

(for context I don't have it since day one but it's kind of a weird thing where it started when I was like 12 and every few years my ed comes back worse than before)

My experiences:

- the feeling when seeing I dropped weight is rewarding

- looking in the mirror and starting to actually enjoy what I see

- saving money with groceries

- having to eat less to get full because the stomach will get smaller if you eat less for a while

- looking at other people wishing that was me

- looking in the mirror and acknowledging that I am not fat but too fat for my liking

- afraid of social events where I am supposed to have fun because there is gonna be a meal to eat together

- afraid to visit my boyfriend who I love dearly because his parents will feed me

- afraid to visit my parents and family because I am scared I won't be able to avoid getting fed. Same with visiting friends

- had a fight with my boyfriend because I refused to eat the food we usually eat together when we can see each other because it has too many calories.

- drinking alcohol and purposefully purging because I feelt bad about the calories(also to avoid a hangover) and I ended up throwing up blood

- gaining weight again despite everything and feeling like a failure even tho it's completely normal. Your body won't always weight the same at any time of the day

- not being able to go on cute ice-cream or restaurant dates with my boyfriend...

- I can't eat bread... I know this sounds like nothing. But I live in Germany and rarely really appreciated a good bread with butter or a simple small block of cheese. It got so bad I cryed today because I am too scared to eat bread even tho my heart misses it so much.

- having no appetite but being in pain because of an empty stomach.

- stomach and brain being confused. Starving at one moment and feeling numb the other moment.

- experiencing nightmares about being heavier than I actually am

- being scared shirtless about loosing my hair because since I was small I was always proud of my thick Hispanic hair. Loosing that would be like loosing a part of me. (I once shaved my hair off and I didn't mind but there is a difference between shaving it off and actually going bald with no return)

I am not trying to pull you away from anything. That is not my place.

If you suffer from an ed I am sorry and I hope you will be able to recover when you are ready for it. I know recovery can only happen if you are ready for it and not be forced.

And if you just want to loose weight "the easy way" or something please think about the alternatives you have.

[hajihiko]

Hey. So, I saw your Chiaki & Fuyuhiko comic that I like to call "Look on the Bright Side" (since it didn't have an official name in the post itself), and I loved it. I loved seeing Nanami & Kuzuryu interact with each other with the former comforting the latter on Peko and complimenting on how brave he was to save his friend, the scene between Fuyuhiko & Peko during the latter's execution, and then the scene of you making a throwback to your DR3 rewrite from your Talky Talky Tuesday content where the DR2 cast witness Human Chiaki's death and chose not to help her because of how awful Junko's influence on them was. It was heartwarming, bittersweet, and terrifying all at the same time, and as @/self-in-dulled-gent put it in their reblog of the comic, the 4th & 5th panels depicting your DR3 rewrite is a cool and visceral indication of how far the DR2 cast had fallen into despair. Heck, both the comic & the rewrite even serve as inspiration towards my au/rewrite/reimagine of DR3's Despair Arc & how Junko corrupts the DR2 cast into despair. So, thank you so much for the inspiration. I really appreciate it.

With all that in mind, I have some questions I wanna ask you regarding both the comic & DR3 rewrite, if you don't mind.

May I have your permission to do a review on your DR3 Rewrite post for my Advian Reads & Reviews content (which in case you're curious about, AR&R is reading review series where I read something, like fanfiction for example, while also doing a review on it at the same time, giving my thoughts on whatever I'm reviewing as well as potentially even sharing my own stories)?

Will you ever showcase the bonus panel of the rest of the class witnessing Chiaki's death that you mentioned in the comic's tags?

Who is the 5th person on the right between Kazuichi & Hiyoko in the 4th panel (I'm assuming it's Sonia based on the hairstyle, but I thought I'd ask for some confirmation)?

Will we ever get to see the dialogue of Chiaki not resenting Hajime/Izuru for not helping her you also mentioned in the comic's tags?

Follow up on that previous question, do you think it's possible that we might also get to see if Chiaki resents her classmates for not helping her, or if she would also get it with them like she did with Hajime/Izuru?

How exactly does Junko kill Chiaki in front of her classmates? Does she still have her go through her execution like in canon, or does she kill her in a different way, and if so, then how? I ask because I saw Nanami had blood coming from her eyes & mouth (making it look like Junko literally pulled her eyes out), there's blood on her hoodie & left thigh, and she appears to have been stabbed on her right side.

And those are my questions. In regards to gaining your permission to review your DR3 rewrite, if you do grant permission, great! I'll be sure to credit you and give you a shoutout too if you do. And if you don't, then I'm content with that and will understand and respect the reason behind your refusal, whatever that reason may be. Feel free to respond back to me whenever you get the chance. Thank you and have a wonderful day/afternoon/night. 🤗💕❤️🧡💛💚💙💜💖💕🤗

that's one heck of an ask so I'm using a readmore:

Thank you! I remember that comment hehe I'm really glad people like it

1: sure! Just know that I'm like, you know, just a fan and a hobbyist and not even really a writer so I'm not saying my rewrite is more right than anything else!

2: the bonus panel was actually everyone else's deaths (in SDR2) since they all sort of died alone, too. But it didn't feel relevant enough, I prrrrrrrrobably don't have the sketch anymore

3: yep that's Sonia

4: I'll be totally real i don't remember what I was thinking there at all. Sssssorryyyyyy

5: I think Chiaki, if she got to see the events of SDR2 as the AI, wouldn't resent her classmates so much as feel sorry for them and be disappointed. At the same time though I think she might be shocked at what they're capable of. Maybe she can't help but be a bit bitter, who knows. Hajime/Izuru is a different deal since that guy literally got his brains scrambled, can't really blame him. (sort of like deleting all the save data, maybe?)

6: the blood and amounts of it was more about the drama lol. But I thought the obstacle was like, a little too fantastical, not serious enough, so in my rewrite she straight up beats Chiaki to death with some kind of instrument. I think the image of Junko doing something so realistic (and slow) while everyone watches passively is even worse.

Thanks for asking beforehand! 💙

[skzoologist]

Hi hi, so I wanted to say I absolutely love your account. I was the anon who sent the very first two requests, I just didn't have the courage to send a non-anon ask. Could you maybe do something on Bae at the VMAs as Skz are performing. I think it would be really cute. It's ok if not though. Again love your account it makes me so happy

Thanks, Bye-Bye 😊

word count: ~615

warnings: none, Bae just got lost, as usual

a/n: Hey-ho! So it was you who sent those absolutely adorable and fitting first asks! Thank you so much, they still mean so much to me 😭 And congrats on sending this on non-anon, but don't ever feel pressured to do so! I accept anons and non-anons equally, so feel free to choose whichever one you feel more comfortable with. Really, thank you so much for loving this really niche and small account, it means a lot to me, especially because you are one of my regulars. I do notice you guys, don't think otherwise. I had to rush this if I wanted to post it today, since I live in Europe so everything happens when I sleep, and I also had an appointment to make today so. Yeah. Anyway, I hope you like this little drabble, I can always write more if you'd like 😊

Please let me know if I left a warning or anything out, I will add it in! Reblogs, likes and feedback are greatly appreciated!

!I don't condone anyone stealing my work and posting it anywhere without my permission, or feeding it to AI!

!This is just fiction, my interpretation of Stray Kids. By no means is this how they are and how they behave in real life!

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Chan was befuddled.

His tallest kid was missing somehow, even though they were next to each other just 5 minutes ago.

Bae always did this, somehow disappearing unintentionally in the blink of an eye, leaving his band members in blind panic, trying to find him. Especially their leader, Chan. He swore he had white hair at this rate.

"Guys, guys, have you seen Bae? We're supposed to be on stage in like 20 minutes." - Chan asked, slight panic settling into his voice. "Where is he... ah, there. Hyung, look up." - Felix instructed immediately, the elder's eyes following.

"See that faint, moving dot on the ceiling? Somewhere under that is Bae hyung." "Wh... Is that a pointer? Why's there a pointer on him??" "Minho hyung had enough of searching for Bae hyung, so I put it into his bun, since I helped with his hair today. It's subtle enough that only we will notice it." - Hyunjin replied this time instead, amusedly looking at the moving dot of light on the ceiling. "How the... Nevermind, this is genius. Now let's go and get him." - Chan murmured out, his leader persona taking over.

The group swiftly made their way through the sea of people, careful not to bump into anyone. It was hard, but they were used to it, having been in similar situations before.

"Is that...is that Taylor Swift? Is he talking to her?" - Jisung murmured out, disbelief dripping from his voice.

And sure enough, he was right, their tallest member was standing in front of the celebrity, casually talking and... even slightly smiling? This shocked everyone, not used to their shy member doing such things. He usually just stood there silently, whenever they had to talk with strangers or acquaintances. Or even when they had to make a speech. Bae was basically a living decoration in those times.

"Bae?" - Chan asked, gaining the attention of the lost lamb. "Oh, the others are here too. Pleasure to meet you." - she introduced herself, causing everyone to immediately greet her back with a bow.

"Our time is up it seems. Take care of him boys, if everyone learns that he is this cute, even though he looks scary, everyone will be all over him. Oh, and good luck!" - and with that, she left with a smile and a wave, leaving everyone gaping at her leaving form.

"Okay dude, you gotta tell us what happened." - Jisung said as he gripped Bae's shoulders, the latter taken aback and embarrassed. "Yeah, you never do this with people! What did you do to our hyung??" - Jeongin added in, looking for the apparently lost, true Bae.

But Bae didn't really answer, he just looked away, lips pursed and cheeks dusted with a faint red colour.

"Did you get lost and she helped you?" - Seungmin said this time smugly, causing Bae to cover his face with his hand, basically confirming the puppy's statement.

This only caused everyone to burst out into laughter, gathering nearby people's attention.

"Can't believe you did it again! And S-STAY's gonna clip it, once again! They're gonna make entire compilations of you getting lost at this rate, I can't believe this!" - Felix forced out between bouts of silent laughter, trying hard not to laugh out too loudly. "Y-you mean, make more compilations? He already has several, dude!" - Jisung added salt to injury, both earning a little hit on the head from Bae. "He does, he does! Ah, don't hit me, I think it's cute." - Changbin defended himself, but it was fruitless.

"Okay, okay, I'm glad we're all happy and having fun, but we really need to go now and get ready. Especially you, our lost little otter, because you're our opening act. Now go, go go go." - Chan ushered everyone out, like a mother leading his little chicks.

[yanderes-galore]

OW2

Romantic Yan!Ramattra with omnic!Darling concept

Sure! I love him as a character so I'll see what I can do for him! I apologize if the lore appears wrong, I tried to research what I could!

Yandere! Ramattra with Omnic! Darling

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Violence, Manipulation, Revolution mention, Murder, Delusional behavior implied, Blood, Kidnapping, Forced conversion of beliefs, Death, Dubious/Forced relationship.

I feel an Omnic! Darling would be the one to gain Ramattra's attention the quickest.

A human darling would take longer so as an Omnic you'd be trusted much faster.

Ramattra's goal is to make life better for his people, he wants to save the Omnics from the abuse of their masters.

I feel you being an Omnic can go one of two ways.

You agree with Ramattra's beliefs and join his cause in Null Sector... or you don't agree and still think there can be peace between Omnics and humans.

Let's start with the first one.

Ramattra would be pleased that you agree with him and wish to join him.

I'd imagine you'd try to help Ramattra in any way you can, becoming closer and closer to the leader.

After all... you two most likely met after he saved you from being forced to do work in this variation of the story.

You feel like you owe him your life and listen to his words like a prayer.

Ramattra probably falls for you because you're so loyal towards his cause.

In his eyes, sharing a close connection to you is proof Omnics are more than robotic slaves.

Ramattra may try to make you see his romantic feelings.

He takes you aside and tries to influence romantic feelings in you, or see if it's possible.

You do feel like you appreciate and owe Ramattra but the idea of something like this makes you unsure.

However, your leader tries to convince you there's nothing to fear.

Embracing such feelings with each other will prove that you are more than machine.

Ramattra is a charismatic leader with a noble goal, he'd use this to his advantage to gain his darling's trust and affection.

Why do you seem so hesitant?

Do you not trust him to care for you?

He tries to reassure you he'll always care for you, that he thinks you're worthy of forming such a connection with him.

Romantic attraction between Omnics is probably rare, but there has been instances of platonic connections before.

Maybe you see him as a brother in arms or beliefs, while he wants to challenge that for something more.

You're free, you can choose your own life.

So why don't you choose a new life with him?

He's your savior, yeah?

If you don't believe in his cause it's similar but more violent.

Ramattra would think that you're simply blinded by your masters.

You just don't know what's best for you as an Omnic.

You may think you have human friends, ones who care about you.

They don't.

Ramattra thinks it's the right thing to do when he barges into where you reside.

He thinks it's fine to slaughter the lives of your human friends.

So what if their blood coats the ground and walls?

It's nothing compared to the slaughter of your own people.

Humans can make more of themselves, Omnics cannot.

Your place is not amongst them.

Your place is with your people, with Ramattra.

Due to the lies poured into your head, there may be so trauma from seeing your past life go.

Yet Ramattra will he there to guide you to a new life, hopefully with him.

Don't look at their corpses.

Just look at him.

In either scenario, Ramattra would try to coerce you to trust him enough.

This is so he can encourage you into sharing a deeper connection with him.

Truth is, Ramattra hasn't felt anything this intense and special towards anyone else.

He didn't think he could as a War Machine.

So don't fret... it's all new to him too.

Pay no mind to the crimes he commits for you and his people.

He wants to learn how to love you... he wants to know what it feels like for an Omnic to love another Omnic.

Reproduction is impossible between you, but he still wants the connection.

In either scenario you may refuse or fear the idea.

Yet Ramattra will be here to try and guide you like he always has.

His affection towards you is mimicry, ironically that of human affection.

He tries to express his adoration for you but it's like it's not meant to be.

You feel he'd ruined you, even if you did trust him before, perhaps you wish he didn't push this so hard on you.

Overall and Omnic Darling would be more possible when it comes to Ramattra's beliefs.

Instead of forcing you to be a pet or something of the sorts like a human darling... he tries to gently push you into his love.

Regardless on if you wish to reciprocate such feelings towards him or not...

Ramattra believes you were built for one another... and he'll make you see how he sees things in the end no matter the cost.

[gimlilithegreat]

Teen Wolf Master Rec List

As I appear to have truly jumped on this train I thought I'd pull together some of my favourite fics. This is no particular order and I've tried to organise them vaguely!

Almost all of these are Stiles-centric because I love that boy.

Canon Divergence

What Goes Around by KouriArashi (71k)

“Well,” Stiles says, “if they’re going to hunt werewolves, I’m going to hunt them.” It’s a ridiculous statement from a ten-year-old, but he’s obviously one hundred percent sincere. For the first time since the fire, Peter feels life stir inside him, feels purpose. It’s kismet, clearly. He’ll never meet the child he would have had with Olivia. Instead he’s met this boy, this brilliant, determined, cynical child with a world of potential. Peter kneels down in front of him so they’re at eye level. “How do you feel about doing that together?”

Because sometimes you just want to see Stiles go on a murder spree and let's be real Peter is the best murder mentor out there. If you kill a murderer, the number of murderers in the room stays the same. If you kill ten, that's when you start impacting the bottom line.

My other fav of this subgenre of revenge fantasy is Vengeance Looks Good On You, Sweetheart by cywscross which is murder husbands Stiles and Peter taking care of argent business on an international level.

when you're going through hell (keep going for me) by cywscross (57k)

Peter is abandoned in the aftermath of the fire, and Eichen House takes ruthless advantage. Six years later, when he's finally able to move again, he finds himself in a cell with a boy in a straitjacket. (Kate’s biggest mistake was letting Peter live. Eichen House’s biggest mistake was letting Peter meet Stiles.)

This is unhinged and BAMF and so, so good. The angst is real.

Love Thy Neighbour by cywscross (22k)

In which Stiles is an emancipated minor, and – after Peter Hale comes back from the dead – gains a zombie werewolf for a neighbour.

cywscross is going to be a theme here, this is so wonderfully fluffy without pushing anyone out of character. The relationship is built slowly and realistically, great stuff.

We'll Get Out Of This by Lamely_Me (52k)

Jackson needs a pack. It's not easy to admit, but he needs one especially under the circumstances that he turned into a werewolf. The issue is that the Hale pack isn't really a pack. It's a ticking time bomb that's bound to end up with more dead bodies. Mark his words, he's going to leave this shit town behind him. Leave this pack that hates him, this Alpha that abuses him any chance he gets, this place that literally fucking killed him. He'll get out of this hell he's trapped in. And he does. He just never thought that would include Stiles Stilinski.

Not a pairing I ever thought I'd enjoy but this fic is beautiful, broken people putting each other back together and finding a new family after their first ones righteously fucked up.

Ficlets

Touch Therapy by syriala (4k)

“You’re hugging Peter,” Derek said from behind them, confusion very obvious in his voice. “Yep,” Stiles gave back, not moving from his current position, speaking more into Peter’s hair than anything. “Why are you hugging him?” Derek asked, and Stiles shrugged as best as he could, with his arms still around Peter. “He just woke up from a coma. I don’t even want to think about how long he went without a hug,” Stiles gave back. Or the one where Stiles derails Peter’s plans by aggressively hugging the shit out of him.

Buuut what if Stiles just fixed everything by hugging things?

The best helping hand is at the end of your own arm by FeelingsDusk (2k)

Stiles draws the line at being kidnapped and tortured by a geriatric fascist and having to sacrifice his poor Roscoe to save people that didn't appreciate it afterwards, thank you very much. (Peter is smitten by his approach to self-sufficiency.)

Stiles might not have souped up werewolf muscles but that's never been a problem before and he is definitely not letting this shit stand. He's enough god dammit.

Fix its

hope is the thing with feathers by ShanaStoryteller (94k for the whole series)

Stiles is ten when he saves the Hales from their burning home and Derek from a wolfsbane bullet, and this establishes a pattern that seem to continue indefinitely.

This whole series is really fun (I'm also a Merlin fan so the nod makes me happy), the group of them are all super adorable and I love me a bit of Stiles getting to experience Hale pack life.

Hunting Pains by Ragga (230k)

It was a sad day when one had to resort to time travel because things were just so fucked up. Stiles should know. He went back to undo the whole ‘Beacon Hills is a death trap’ thing but for now he would just settle for knowing where the fuck he was. Even the year would be a nice start. Someone? Anyone? Or, the one where Stiles travels back in time, karma comes to bite him in the ass, and he ends up as Kate Argent's hunter mentor. He didn't take Peter Hale into account either, and he definitely didn't sign up for everything that came after. His life.

This should probably be labelled crack fic. It is completely unhinged in the best of ways. It feels very R-Rated scooby doo if the scooby doo crew did murder and Finstock is an absolute treasure in this fic.

Schrodinger's Wolves by wynnebat (20k)

When the Hale pack of Talia's day learns of their upcoming deaths, they summon an emissary from the future to weigh their loss against his future. They get Stiles, who has never been able to be impartial when it comes to people he loves.

In so many ways this fic is really cruel. Stiles is forced to make the worst decision, but we gotta lean into that angst and enjoy the ride.

Shameful Company by kaixo (ballpoint),

"Did I turn into a unicorn?" Peter asks dryly, and Stiles glares at him for a moment before the laughter bubbles up, unbidden, nearly unwilling, and he looks so surprised at the sound, his shock dimming it for a moment before it bursts through with even more trembling ferocity. A long, thin, willowy hand curls into a soft fist over his mouth, and he's shaking, frail, more tears falling, but the copper of his eyes are glowing, crinkling around the edges and scrunched with mirth. "No," Stiles chokes, chuckling wetly. "No, fuck you, a unicorn? What, like, Rainbowcreep? Zombiesparkle?"

In which Stiles is basically a stray cat, its Peter's fault he's back in the past in the first place and Lydia finally gets her revenge. Bloody brilliant but chris, Stiles is so broken.

If you want actual cat!Stiles Safe Place to Hide Away by TwistedAmusement13 is tooth rotting and so much fun.

Non-human Stiles

Blue Swede by twothumbsandnostakeincanon (somanyofthekids) (61k whole series)

Peter was suspicious. Just generally, as a person. He always assumed his fellow man had impure motives until they proved otherwise, and then he still kept an eye out. But at this particular moment, he was specifically suspicious of Derek’s new girlfriend. He's not the only one.

This whole fic is beautifully adorable and hilarious. Stiles is an empath and he's totally on to Kate. The rest of the series is sweet and angsty and funny and generally brilliant.

Child King by ShanaStoryteller (66k)

Stiles is born with red eyes.

This was so fun, I am such a sucker for Werewolf Stiles and this fic was deeply satisfying.

Going Home by cywscross (16k)

The sea has always called to Stiles. Now he’s free to answer it. Peter just wants to put Beacon Hills as far behind him as physically possible. Stiles doesn’t say no, so he follows.

The worldbuilding for mermaids in this is brilliant, and Peter's quiet desperation always just moves me.

For Great Justice! by Green (24k)

Stiles is a vengeance demon, drawn to Peter just as he's waking from his catatonia. "Whoever did this? We will make those fuckers suffer. I promise you."

I mean, it just works so perfectly, Stiles should be a vengeance demon.

Red by Udunie (14k)

It only took a few more feet of trodding through the underbrush to finally find his dog, and the closer he got, the calmer Peter felt. Otis was still barking, but now he was close enough to recognize that it didn’t sound like alarm. It sounded like something between 'play!' and 'squirrel!' Peter realized he was probably spending too much time with only a dog for company. “Otis! What is it?” The dog was wagging his tail, guarding the roots of a tree, and as he got closer, Peter saw that it wasn’t actually the tree that got him hyped up, it was the shaggy ball of red fur nestled at the base. “The hell…” It was a small fox. At least it looked small, but Peter had no idea how big full grown foxes were. It looked small next to Otis.

In this one Peter is the human and it is mostly animal shenanigans but just so sweet. Fox Stiles is peak Stiles. Such a little shit.

AU

Windows by dr_girlfriend (83k)

Derek has a new neighbor who won't stop looking. “You’re blind,” Derek said flatly, the anger draining from him so suddenly he felt almost woozy. His vision cleared, his claws sliding back into blunt fingernails. “Thanks for the memo, genius,” the kid said acidly. “I can still fucking defend myself, so don’t take another damn step.”

Derek thinks his neighbour is being rude and creepy, Stiles is just ready to throw down with the person who just stormed into his apartment for no apparent reason. Blind Stiles is wonderfully sassy and Derek is, as always, the worst at communicating.

I don't know why, but I guess it has something to do with you by LunaCanisLupus_22 (17k)

“You smell like me,” the guy says, scowling as he crowds in and Stiles staggers back between the coats and finally hits the wall. “Why do you smell like me?” He barely lets out a garbled sound as the blood rushes to his cheeks. “No reason,” Stiles yelps, struggling to get his footing and grasping at a whirlwind of puffy fur. Or the one where Stiles goes thrift shopping and an alpha's shirt. And gets a lot more than he bargains for.

Stiles is a beautifully strange mess in this and the romance is wonderfully awkward in a way that only Derek can achieve, the wonderful little weirdo.

Stiles Stilinski, Boyfriend Extraordinaire by MereLoup (14k)

“Beacon County Sheriff's Department, this is deputy Mahealani speaking.” “Oh thank god!” “Stiles?” “I, uh, I need some advice.” “Advice?” “Yeah. So, hypothetically, say you met your boyfriend’s mother and sister for the first time ever. Completely by accident. In the grocery store. And they convinced you to help them make a dinner to surprise aforementioned boyfriend when he got home after work. What would you do?” Danny paused, and then, “Stiles, you don’t have a boyfriend.” “That’s not the point! And I said hypothetically.” “Stiles...what are you doing right now?”

Derek is an awkward ball of social anxiety and white lies that got out of hand, Stiles is way too willing to go along with things and combined they end up somewhere truly strange.

There is a Brotherhood by minusoneday (21k)

So far, college has taught Stiles three things: 1) Eight am classes are cruel and unusual and should be avoided at all costs, even if it means having to enroll in something truly hideous instead, like Econ 101. 2) Dorm security is just as tight as Stiles’ orientation leader had promised it would be, and the dude guarding Scott’s dorm in particular does not respond well to bribes. 3) Mrs. McCall clearly had no clue what she was talking about when she’d insisted that Scott and Stiles needed to branch out and room with strangers, so it’s all her fault that Scott ended up with a total dick of a roommate and Stiles got stuck all the way across campus with some guy who has a girlfriend two towns over and is thus never around. Or, the one where pledge brothers Stiles and Scott start a prank war with Derek Hale's fraternity.

Because every fandom needs a fraternity fic, chaos, pranks and shenanigans abound. Lots of fun!

Whatever Works by KouriArashi (61k)

The problem with having your soulmate's first words to you tattooed on your arm is knowing your whole life that you're fated to be with a jerk. It's enough to make Stiles want to date other people ... which is how he winds up dating his soulmate's nephew.

Because Stiles and Peter are perfect for each other but if Stiles wants romance he's gonna have to stick with Derek. Love a good dose of why choose alongside intrigue and corporate lawyer Peter being the best arsehole he can be.

Angst - I still only do happy endings

Under the Songbird’s Wing by mia6363 (87k)

Captivity easily destroys the will of escape. It can break the fiercest of animal. It can strip the most regal man and woman down to nothing but animal needs. Captivity can, if met with unwavering determination, shape a person into something unimaginable. Stiles is sixteen when he's captured. Stiles's first thought is, "I won't die here."

This one is brutal but bloody hell the character building is beautiful and the attention to the gritty psychological impact of just continuing to survive. Beautifully written.

Call My Name by KouriArashi (81k)

After moving to Beacon Hills, Stiles starts having recurring dreams of a man in some kind of prison, who needs his help. Things get so bad that he ends up in Eichen House, where he finds out that the man is real.

I love this one. It explores the idea of Stiles being in and out of mental institutions so when he starts to see Peter in Eichen not even he believes him. So much angst but a wonderful payoff.

In Between by Planthoughts (46k)

There’s not much reason to talk. Sometimes, if he’s quiet enough he thinks his dad forgets him. If he’s quiet enough, and he hopes, Dad will walk right by. Those are good days. - Peter finds Stiles in the woods.

This one is dark but great. I'm a sucker for a soulmate fic and this is the most hurt/comfort of hurt/comforts.

Kid Fics

Baby Whisperer by twothumbsandnostakeincanon (somanyofthekids) (26k)

“What. Is that.” Scott looked up at him, apprehensive. “Her name’s Lily.” Stiles stared at the fuzzy head peeking out of the papoose. “Her. Her name. That is a real live human baby. Oh my God-” “Actually I don’t know if she’s human?” Scott said with a confused frown. “Becca didn’t say.” “Who the fuck is Becca?!”

Because Stiles+Peter+Children is my catnip. Add in a bit of Scott bashing I am off running.

Hook, Yarn, Sinker by pprfaith (65k)

Stiles is happy with his store, his hobbies, his friends. Peter's just trying to figure out how to raise his nieces and nephew without fucking them up too badly.

Paths cross.

Peter's a mess, Stiles is a mess too but he hides it better. Family feels, adorable baby Hales and so much yarn that rereading this fic always makes me get out my knitting needles.

Worldbuilding Favourites

The Searching Ceremonies by KouriArashi (156k)

Derek is being pressured by his family to pick a mate, and somehow stumbles into a choice that they didn't expect and aren't sure they approve of....

I reckon I think about this fic at least once a month, this is a case fic with a generous serving of drama and romance. The world-building is incredible, the characters are built beautifully and the mentor/mentee relationship between Peter and Stiles gives me so much joy. One of my favourite fics of all time. The whole series is brilliant but the first one is the best one.

Waiting by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) (80k)

Not wanting to think on it too much, Stiles took a step forward and passed his hand between the bars, moving the bleeding side closer to Derek’s mouth. “Not too close, he bites.” Stiles snatched his hand away just as Derek had been about to lick at it. The snarl he got in response was not comforting. “He what?” Stiles asked nervously, turning to Deaton. The man looked a little amused. “Don’t worry, only if he doesn’t like you.” “Well, he probably hates me, now!” Stiles insisted, turning back to Derek. He looked extremely displeased.

Derek is a strange feral creature connected to the health of Beacon Hills, every year a new 'sacrifice' is chosen to look after him to stop the town from falling apart. Stiles is just so wonderfully caring in this and yet he still feels like a teenage boy, no supernatural compassion here. The world-building here is brilliant.

Bigfoot Told Me You Were Coming by twothumbsandnostakeincanon (25k)

Peter and Chris are on the run when they stumble across Stiles' home in the woods.

I don't know why but this fic totally gives me Studio Ghibli vibes, Stiles' witch cottage sounds like something out of Howl's Moving Castle.

Love What is Behind You by KouriArashi (54k)

Basically what it says on the label. Hunger Games type fusion. Stiles doing way better than anyone anticipates. Peter finds him intriguing. Ruthless, devious assholes working together to ruin bad guys, as the Steter ship is meant to be.

The worldbuilding on this Hunger Games style universe is bloody brilliant and I love the characterisation of Stiles in here. Willing to do what he needs to do to survive but unshakingly committed to his beliefs.

Don't Savage The Messenger by exclamation (172k)

There is an uneasy truce between the werewolves in the woods and the humans who live in Beacon Hills, protected by a magical boundary that gives warning any time a werewolf crosses it. Then the sheriff is taken by the werewolves and his son offers himself in exchange. Stiles promises to serve the werewolf pack, not knowing what horrible use they might have for him. But it turns out his most useful skill is the ability to cross the boundary line between humans and werewolves. Life with the werewolves is nothing like he feared and the werewolves themselves are nothing like the hunters' stories would have him believe.

Pretty brutal imagining of what would happen after a werewolf reveal and Stiles gets caught in the middle. Some pretty shocking stuff happens early on but this turns into a really interesting and brilliantly written fic.

SMUTTY

Cherry Picked by Bunnywest (37k)

The annual pack convention is a hell of an opportunity—it’s the chance to have wild, no-strings-attached sex with a willing werewolf partner under the guise of providing 'hospitality' for the entire week of the Inter-pack Convention, and this year it’s Beacon Hills’ turn to host. And Stiles is finally twenty one, old enough to offer himself. He’s planned for this, deliberately stayed single all this time so he qualifies (because Weres are weirdly possessive and insist on virgin ass—apparently, just like with olive oil, it’s superior. Whatever.) Stiles isn't sure what it says about him that he goes weak at the knees at the thought of a werewolf holding him down and having his way with him, or why he gets stupidly turned on at a throaty growl or a peek of fang, and to be honest he doesn't really care. All he knows is that it pushes all his buttons, and he’ll never have a chance like this again. Now he just has to get himself selected.

This one is a little out of nowhere because who knew Deuc/Stiles would be a fun pairing but this fic has lots of smut, many feels and some fun world-building.

You Had Me at Canapes by LadyArinn (47k)

Stiles doesn't mean to sneak into the Hale wedding, and he certainly doesn't mean to have cliche coat-room sex with the bride's uncle, but what had happened, happened, and it wasn't like he could just leave. At least, not until he got to have some of that cake.

Peter and Stiles are such unrelenting arseholes to each other in this fic. It's delightful.

Warning: Contents Are Under Pressure by Shey (68k)

God, Stiles needed more Adderall. And a nap. And a good fuck. Possibly not in that order. Recent NYU grad, and new law clerk, Stiles Stilinski is sixty-five hours into a very long work week, the latest in a string of very long work weeks. He’s suffering from a terrible case of no-time-to-jerk-off, and a shared apartment with painfully thin walls. To top it off, his entitled bastard of a boss seems to have missed the memo on personal space. If he doesn’t get some quality time with his right hand, and soon, he’s going to end up fired, or evicted. Unfortunately, his roommate is forever getting in the way of his plans, and it turns out his boss is just plain trouble with a capital T.

I am weak for this grouping and this one is a lot of fun. Plenty of angst, fluffy feels.

Five Days of Dickings by drunktuesdays, mklutz (17k)

Five Dickings in Five Days was the (hopefully interim) title he’d seen on the contract. More like five days of dickings. Whatever, Stiles was into it. The money is great; the fucking is also great. It’s a win-win way to pay for college.

This is smut. Pure, end to end kinky smut. But heck the Stiles/Cameraman Derek pairing is ridiculously cute.

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Okay but the kiss prompts have me imagining a combo where one person is “maybe in another life” because they can’t hold back any longer but they don’t expect it to be reciprocal, and the other person is like “just fuck me already.”

I can definitely see it with Nathan!

Kiss Prompts!

Yooou got it!

It's not a decision that you've come to lightly. You love BlueBook—it was your first job just out of college, and has been an informative and rewarding workplace. You've gained a lot of experience; you've grown as a person; you've harbored a near-debilitating crush on your boss.

You're pretty sure you've hidden it well from Nathan. He's incredibly smart, very insightful, but he's never given you a second look—or even an inkling that he's known how you feel. You're certain that if he knew, he'd be a damnable tease about it.

Nathan just doesn't have it in himself to not be mean.

Take your resignation, for example. When you'd told him that you'd be leaving BlueBook, he'd grimaced for a half-second before brightening and smiling, teasing, "About fucking time—I've been dying to get rid of you. Whose processes are you going to slow down? Should've told me you were looking for a new place. I might've recommended who I wanted you to fuck over for me first."

You hadn't taken it personally. At least, you'd tried not to. You were certain he was just fucking with you.

Your suspicions are confirmed when you come into work on your last day to find a large floral arrangement sitting on your desk. You don't have time to ask who they're from before you hear the pop of a champagne bottle. You whirl around, spotting Nathan sitting on the couch in the far corner of your office.

"Nathan!" You practically screech. "It's nine in the morning!"

"It's 9:06," He corrects as he leans toward the coffee table where two champagne flutes are waiting. "Last day and you're fucking late."

"What are you gonna do, fire me?"

"Alright, smartass," Nathan chuckles. You shrug your bag off, taking a moment to admire the floral arrangement before you walk over to Nathan.

"Could've dressed more casually," He comments, openly looking over your body. "Been comfortable on your last day."

"I'm comfortable now." You lower yourself onto the couch beside Nathan, taking hold of one of the filled champagne flutes. "Did you just happen to be in town?"

"I'm here because one of my legacy engineers is leaving. Don't get a big head about it."

"Too late. My head's so big they're gonna have to take out a window to get me out of here."

Nathan chuckles, lightly knocking your glass against yours before you each take a sip. You lean back on your couch, nodding toward the flowers.

"You choose those?"

"I do my homework."

"I assume you went through my search history. That's practically cheating."

"You still have that rom-com bullshit idea of what's meaningful."

"I'm not saying they're not meaningful, I appreciate them. But it's not like you had to do any work, tease any information out of me."

"I don't have time to tease anything out of anybody, and I don't need to. That's a privilege of being me."

You snort, raising your glass and taking another swig before you slap his thigh. "Okay. Do whatever you're gonna do; I have shit to wrap up."

"Do it later."

"I'll do it now," You insist, pushing yourself off of the couch. "You're not my boss anymore."

You freeze as his fingers hook in the band of your pants.

"I'm your boss for the next eight hours. Sit down."

You hesitate, a thrill shuddering through you before you settle back down beside him.

"You'll have to turn in my shit if I'm late about it," You warn as Nathan removes his hand. You watch as he picks up the bottle and tops off your glass.

"I'll take care of it."

Your face warms, but you force yourself to roll your eyes.

"You're ridiculous. I hope you know that."

"That how you described me in your job interview?"

"What makes you think I described you?"

"They didn't ask why you're leaving your current position?"

"They did."

"So what'd you tell them?"

"That I felt like I'd reached my peak at this position and had more growing to do that I couldn't do here."

"Is that true?"

You hesitate, looking down into your glass.

"...A little."

"What about it isn't?"

Your mouth works worlessly for a moment before you sigh, shaking your head.

"I've been here a long time, Nathan."

"So have I."

"That's different. This is your baby—and I'm glad to have been in a part of it, but...But I need a change."

Nathan doesn't answer you for a long, testy moment. Then, he lightly clinks his glass against yours. You turn your head, watching him drain the glass before he clears his throat, setting the glass down.

"We're going to dinner tonight."

"Are we?" You laugh. "Since when?"

"Since I said we are. Go do what you need to do."

It's blunt, magnanimous—and impulsive in a way that you've never known Nathan to be.

--

"You turned in your laptop?"

"Yes."

"Work phone?"

"Of course," You scoff, "At 5 pm precisely. You're not getting me for unreturned tech. I'm not getting into a damn NDA breach. I'd be broke in a month if I had to deal with a lawsuit."

"A month? The hell have you been spending that six-figure salary of yours on? Strippers? Coke?"

"Rent and groceries." You look up from your desk, smiling as you find Nathan watching you. "Where are we going for dinner?"

"You tell me," He shrugs.

"I haven't really thought about it. I've been busy."

You plant your hands on your desk, biting your lip as you consider.

"Takeout? My place?" You offer.

"Perfect."

--

You can't stop looking at the flowers on your counter. They distract you every few moments, throughout dinner. You can't believe Nathan even bothered to check after your favorites—that he even bothered to come to see you out on your last day.

The thought warms you as you trail Nathan to the door that night, as you thank him again for all of his encouragement and expertise—

"Cut it out," He scoffs boredly, "You're going to make me cry."

"Oh, fuck off."

"That's more like it."

You shake your head, leaning in the doorway as Nathan stops just outside, turning to look at you.

"...I'd say I'll see you around, but you're so fucking reclusive, I'll probably never see you again." You try not to sound upset about it, even as you curl your arms across your chest.

It doesn't help this his agreement of, "Probably," Chases your comment.

"Well...Bye, then," You offer lamely. Nathan chuckles, stepping in with a murmur of, "Come on."

He doesn't have to do much urging, but you straighten up, leaning into the hug he gives. You curl your arms around his shoulders, smiling and pressing your face into his neck. He holds you closer than you expect, longer than you thought he would. You lean away finally, taking in his gaze.

You may as well take a chance.

Hell, you're never gonna see him again.

You just manage to lean in, to gently peck his lips. You're ready to draw back, to let him go, really let him go—

And then Nathan's hand curls around your nape, drawing you in. Your eyes widen in surprise, unable to help a slight, surprised hum as you return the kiss. Yo think it'll end there, but Nathan chases you with another kiss. His hands land on your hips, steering you back inside, and you squeak as you hear the door shut behind him.

"Nathan," You breathe, "What are you—I didn't think—"

"You usually don't."

"Fuck you—" You gasp as Nathan's hands slip down, smoothing over your suit pants and giving your ass a squeeze as he levels you with a lascivious grin.

"That's the idea."