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ladykailitha · 2 years ago

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The Subtleties of Steve Harrington Part 2

This is one is bit longer than the rest because there wasn’t a clear spot to break it up without splitting up one of the parts.

Part 1

One Month Before

The Corroded Coffin boys were on a mission. And that was to tell the Buckley girl to call off her dog. Because they sure as hell weren’t going to let Steve Harrington break Eddie Munson’s heart.

They walked into Family Video on a day they knew Steve would be off. How did they know he wouldn’t be there? Because it’s all Eddie was talking about all that week, that him and Steve were going up to Indy to Eddie’s favorite gaming store and get him a new fig to replace the one that been warped to hell in Eddie’s bag because he forgot about it.

“Welcome to Family Video!” Robin greeted cheerily.

“Buckley,” Jeff said, “we’d like a word.”

Her face turned calculating. “You know, all three of you ganging up on a girl at her work place where she can’t escape is preeeeetttty pervy behavior, yes?”

They all looked at each other in shock. They hadn’t thought what it would look like to her. To any outsider really. They whispered for a few moments before Jeff and Gareth turned to leave.

She watched them go with a raised eyebrow. “So how did you get picked as representative of the Corroded Coffin boys?” she asked him.

Brian shrugged. “Gareth is too hot headed and Jeff stammers when he gets nervous.”

“And I make him nervous?” Robin asked with a smile.

“You did just scare the two of them off, so...yeah?”

She grinned. “So what can I do for you Corroded Coffin boys today?”

Brian sighed. “Look, Steve is great guy and all. Saved Eddie’s ass when everyone thought he was dead. And we’re grateful. We are it’s just...” He ran his fingers over his face. “We don’t want Eddie to get hurt. He’s fallen for straight boys before and it’s hurt him bad.”

Robin’s eyes got wider and wider the more Brian went on until they were practically bulging out of her head. “Okay, okay. Slow down. Are you saying that you want me to tell Steve to what exactly? Stop seeing Eddie all together? Not be alone with Eddie? Not be friendly with Eddie? Because that’s pretty fucked up.”

Brian huffed out a sigh of annoyance. “It’s not like that. He’s flirting with Eddie. We’ve all seen the Harrington charm in action. And Steve’s turned it up to eleven around Eddie. Like take today. Would you go to Indy which is a two hour drive to go to a store for one item that cost two bucks max? The gas alone is gonna cost more than that.”

Robin licked her lips. “For Steve absolutely. But you’re right, that’s not a normal friendship thing. It’s best friend or boyfriend move.”

Brian nodded. “You have to see why we’re concerned. Steve is going to make Eddie fall in love with him and then get his heart broken when the next Nancy Wheeler walks by.”

She took a deep breath. “Okay. I know you are going to go running to the other two the second you walk out of this store. But if anyone else finds out and this includes Eddie I will hunt all three of you for sport. Do you understand?”

Brian gulped but nodded.

“Steve isn’t straight.”

He frowned. “He isn’t?”

She shook her head. “It’s a bit of a shock to the system, no lie. But Steve likes both.”

Brian cocked his head to the side. “So he’s actively flirting with Eddie? As in to try and woo him and shit?”

“Yup!” Robin said popping the P.

“Does Eddie know Steve isn’t straight?”

She raised her eyebrows. “I know I said not to tell him, but Steve is actively flirting with him, so he should.”

Brian shook his head. “I mean we wouldn’t have guessed Steve wasn’t straight, so...”

“So, does the former super super senior know that the boy who’s flirting with him isn’t straight?” Robin asked.

He huffed out a laugh. “Yeah, that.”

“I don’t know,” she groused. “Hell, you guys know him better than I do.”

Brian nodded. “I think he suspects but doesn’t want to be wrong.”

Robin nodded. “That’s fair.”

Brian shifted from side to side. “Thanks. I guess I should get back to the guys.”

She nodded.

Brian stepped outside and Gareth and Jeff were on him in a hot second.

“You get her to call him off?” Gareth asked.

Brian shook his head. “Nothing to call off.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jeff growled. “Of course there is. Straight boy hitting on gay boy needs to back the fuck off.”

“Bisexual boy is making moves on gay boy he has genuine feelings for,” Brian explained.

Jeff and Gareth looked at each other in confusion.

“Steve’s not straight?” Gareth asked.

Brian shook his head. “Nope.”

Jeff frowned. “I mean, we all know New Steve isn’t the kind to deliberately hurt anyone. Old Steve might have. But not New Steve. Why were we so sure Steve was out to hurt Eddie?”

Gareth shifted uncomfortably. “Because we assumed Eddie was the only gay guy in Hawkins.”

The trio fell silent. They knew that there must be other gay people in Hawkins. The town wasn’t that small.

“What do we tell Eddie?” Jeff asked.

“Nothing,” Brian said firmly. Before it was from threat of violence from Buckley, but now. He absolutely agreed with her.

“Nothing?” Gareth asked. “Doesn’t Eddie deserve to know?”

“From Steve?” Brian asked. “Oh absolutely. From us? Absolutely fucking not.”

Gareth and Jeff grumbled but reluctantly agreed.

Two weeks ago

Dustin was the hardest to convince. Which was annoying. And if Steve was being honest, hurt. A lot.

“For the last time, Dusty,” Steve said, digging his palms into his eyes, “I’m not going to date Robin. She is best friend and I am not her type.”

“Well what is her type?” Dustin asked. “You think she would go for Eddie then? Oh, maybe Argyle.”

Robin came bouncing into the room and skidded to a stop when she saw the looks on both Steve and Dustin’s faces.

“What’s up?” she asked slowly.

“Please explain to this butthead that I am not your type,” Steve said through gritted teeth.

“Hey, man,” Dustin said. “I just want you to be happy.”

Robin grinned. “You know, for such a genius you do have a bit of blind spot regarding matchmaking.”

Dustin frowned. “No I don’t.”

Robin laughed. “Yeah you do. You aren’t taking into consideration the fact that not everyone likes the opposite gender.”

Dustin rolled his eyes. “I know about gay people. I just don’t know any.”

Steve and Robin shared a glance.

“I only like girls,” Robin said, smugly.

Dustin looked back and forth between them. “Is that what you meant by not being her type?”

“Yup!” Steve said. “She likes boobies. Personally, I like boobies and dicks. Though not on the same person.” He paused for a second. “No. I take that back. That does sound hot.”

Dustin scoffed. “I’m willing to believe she’s a lesbian.” He pointed at Robin “But there is no way in hell that you like dudes. You’re the ladies man. The original.”

Steve laughed. “I think Harrison Ford or Tom Cruise might disagree with you there.”

Dustin rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean. How many girls have you dated?”

Steve tried counting but the number kept changing. “I guess it depends on what you consider to be dating. Two or more dates? Probably in the range of six or seven. If you include just one offs where either her or I didn’t pursue the relationship past the first date it would be closer to eleven or twelve.” He wasn’t going to bring up one night stands. He didn’t want to break the kid.

Dustin nodded as if he had been proven right. “And how many dates have you gone on with dudes?”

Steve boggled. “You do realize that dating one’s gender is frowned on and there is an epidemic going on where it’s hitting almost exclusively gay men? It was hard to find gay boys before that shit and now the pool has shrunk by a lot.”

Dustin just shrugged. “All I’m hearing is that you’ve never dated a man. So how do you know you like them?”

Steve put his hands on his hips and rolled his eyes skyward. This kid.

“Just because I haven’t dated a boy doesn’t mean I haven’t kissed them, Dustin.”

Both Robin and Dustin turned to him in shock.

“You have?” Robin asked.

“Yes,” Steve hissed. “And no, I’m not telling you who. I don’t kiss and tell.”

Dustin bit his lip. “You really like dudes?”

Steve threw his arms in the air. “Yes!”

Dustin rubbed his hands together. “That just opens up the possibilities for dates!”

Steve just groaned.

One Week Before

Steve was doing his least favorite favorite chore. He hated taking the brats to Hellfire because they were little shits. Because he loved it because it meant that he got to see Eddie.

Dustin was sitting behind the driver’s seat kicking Steve in the back. “You know Eddie’s gay, right?”

Steve sighed and glared at him through the rearview mirror. “We don’t out other people without their permission, dude. Not ever.”

Dustin rolled his eyes. “I’m just saying...”

“I know exactly what you’re saying,” Steve growled, “and I’m saying we don’t out people until they’re ready to come out.” He fought really hard not to look at the boy in the front passenger seat, to avoid doing what he just told Dustin not to do.

“I’m gay...” Will whispered.

Steve sighed. Looks like they were going to be a little late to D&D today. He pulled into a parking lot and parked.

“Thanks for saying something,” Steve said softly. “But you didn’t have to.”

“I’ve known for awhile,” Mike said softly.

Lucas nodded. “I might have not have known for sure, but yeah. That makes sense.”

Dustin frowned. “How the hell did I miss that?”

Steve turned around in the seat. “Because you’ve got a blind spot where anyone outside of the norm is concerned. Which let’s be honest, isn’t a good look for a scientist.”

Dustin pouted.

Lucas frowned. “Who else did you miss?”

Steve turned to Will with a grin. “Go ahead, tell them.”

“Steve,” Will said softly.

Lucas and Mike started shouting protestations and Steve just waited them out.

“How did you know, Will?” Steve asked after they had calmed down enough to be heard over.

Will blushed. “I saw the way you acted around Jonathan and I suspected. But then I saw how you acted around Eddie and I knew.”

“It’s a problem I have to be sure,” Steve said. “Crushing on both sides of a couple. Not...as a...not like that.”

“Not as a threesome?” Lucas clarified.

Steve nodded, deeply embarrassed. “But separately. So yeah. I had a crush on Tommy H and Carol. Nancy and Jonathan. But I wouldn’t want to get in the middle of all that. I don’t have crushes on any of them anymore.”

Mike folded his arms and pouted but Lucas looked thought for a minute.

“Yeah, I think that makes sense,” he said. “I can see it.”

Steve smiled at him and mouthed ‘thank you’. “All right, now that we’ve survived both of those bombshells, let’s get you to your nerd game.”

The kids had almost gotten to the door when Dustin stopped. He said something to the others before he came dashing back to the car.

“Will said Eddie!” he cried gleefully. “You have a crush on Eddie!”

Steve rolled down the window and hissed, “Shut up or he’ll hear you!”

Dustin jumped up and down. “It would be sooo cool if both of my dads start dating each other.”

Steve shook his head. “We’re just good friends, don’t meddle with that. If I think I’ve got a chance, you know I’ll go for it. But until then you stay out of it.”

Dustin nodded, grinning from ear to ear.

Part 3 Part 4

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self-loving-vampire · 1 month ago

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Scenario: This one is a little longer, but please be patient. You and your sisters have washed ashore in a strange land, after spending a few nights traveling by ship. It appears to be a continent you've never been to, so you set out to explore.

You discover that you've landed in the shores of a desert kingdom full of animal-human hybrids. They all seem oddly cold towards your party. Investigating further, the local sultan greets you warmly and with welcome arms. You all decide to take him up on his invitation, and are invited to a great feast as guests of honor.

The next morning, you wake up in chains in one, large, luxurious bed. What's more pressing, is that overnight you've developed the same animal features the rest of the inhabitants of this kingdom have, and are wearing gold and silk bikinis that accentuate your new parts. Your food was poisoned and you've been cursed. As if that weren't enough, as the day goes you all start feeling odd. It appears that you all have been charmed, so that you will never want to leave the sultan's harem. Some of you, but not all (perhaps only one) have managed to resist the charm spell. The ones who are now madly in love with the sultan are not in any way hostile.

From here:

What sorts of bodies do each of your sisters transform into? What do their outfits look like?

Which of you is most likely to resist the charm?

Whichever one(s) ends up with their mind intact will be in charge of helping free the other two, and later escape together. How does she or they go about freeing the others from their spell? What steps do you take to escape?

Do you cure both the animal curse and the charm? just one? neither? Which sister would pick which option?

Sharing with @cyberbun since she's the furry sister. Hope she writes her own thoughts in a reblog or something.

I think it makes sense to talk about the last point together with the first one because it would heavily depend on what the exact changes are. I am not into fur myself so if I ended up as a humanoid dog instead of just having dog ears and a tail I would definitely want to change that.

If we are getting more partial transformations then I don't think most of us would be very inclined to undo them unless there's some side effect we are worried about. I think even if it was transforming into furries/scalies it's going to be primarily me and the other me who have strongly negative feelings about looking like that and the others may not dislike it.

As usual, most of us would probably end up becoming dogs, with Jade as a snake and Lottie as a rabbit.

For clothing, I generally imagine this type of dancer outfit, with thin and transparent pieces of cloth covering only a few parts.

I know both versions of me would be very resistant to charming. It's usually the rule that enchantments that are in particularly high conflict with your usual self are easier to resist and create more points of friction that can lead to breaking the effect. Given that I'm narcissistic, suspicious of people, already devoted to someone else, averse to being touched by strangers, kind of repulsed by sex, and generally high in willpower I predict even if I didn't resist the charm outright it wouldn't take long before it comes into conflict with enough parts of me that the magic starts to break down on its own eventually.

From there I think releasing master and the others should not be too difficult, especially if I can pretend to still be charmed (easy for me) and dig around the sultan's palace. Possibly plan an assassination depending on what information I uncover. If the others still remember me while charmed that simplifies things too. I can remind them of the things they wanted to do that they are now barred from. Even while they are still controlled I can try to use them as cat's paws to make certain requests from the sultan through them that might sound suspicious coming from me.

I expect everyone in the group will want to be released, even the ones that really want to be mind controlled and made into trophies as a sort of stress relief, if it is the result of deception by a stranger.

I think part of the difficulty of the situation would come not just from breaking the curse but from escaping afterwards. It would be amateurish to neglect the final part of the plan and start winging it, so I would like to investigate the local politics and geography before I act. I should hopefully be able to plan a route out of the country and secure disguises.

How difficult all of that is may depend on how much freedom the wives get and whether or not third parties are less cold to us after the transformation. I wouldn't expect ideal circumstances there, but I can think of ways to get around the most obvious obstacles I'm expecting just by acting.

#long post

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avatarrecom · 1 year ago

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I am loving your kinktober! I mean I love all your writing, but kinktober has been great. I did have an idea whenever you get a moment! I’d love to see the recoms torn between two sides of a fight and making the reader chose and a side. But maybe reader is a scientist and has to figure out what the fights about and it turns out it’s something real dumb, like Lyle told Fike his favorite movie wasn’t good but everyone picked sides and won’t talk to each other.

Say that to my face, you limp noodle

Pairing: Poly!recoms x Recom!reader

Word count: 1.2k

A/N: Thank you so much nonnie! This really makes me happy! I don't get a lot of comments about my writing so it's been making me kinda insecure.

Based on an argument between me and my cousin.

The day was finally over. You walked tiredly to your and your lover's apartment. Today was so incredibly tiring, you were ready to curl up on the couch with your loved ones, relax and watch a movie. Sighing, you rub your stiff neck. Sometimes you regret your career choice. The life of being both a Marine and scientist on Pandora was not easy. But you did meet your partners here. There's no way you would have met them on Earth. Y'all were once human, but after your death you were brought back to life in the bodies of 9ft tall blue aliens. You're not complaining, there's nothing better than those strong blue arms around you after a long day in the lab. And it’s funny to watch the humans shrink even more when you walk by.

The moment you walk into your apartment you feel a tense atmosphere. Normally around this time Z-dog and Walker would be cuddling on the sofa. Brown, Lopez, Fike and Lyle normally watch the football game around this time, no matter which teams are playing, they always shout at the television like the players can hear them. Normally when you walk in after a day at work, you see Ja and Prager together on one of the couches, each reading their own book. Normally, Mansk is cooking one of his delicious dishes, while Miles is at the dining table finishing up his paperwork.

Apparently today is different. Lyle, Z-dog, Brown, Lopez and Miles sit around the dining room table, while Fike, Walker, Ja, Prager and Mansk sit on the couches. You look at your partners in confusion. It's like they're divided into two camps. Everyone has an irritated look. “Hello loves,” you greet everyone with a nervous smile. Immediately the tense atmosphere lessens and you breathe a sigh of relief.

Your partners look at you with a smile. "Hello Darlin'," Miles greets with a mellow smile. "How was your day?" You shrug your shoulders, "exhausting." "What are we doing for dinner, should I cook?" you ask. Mansk stands up, "no need babe, I've already cooked, it just needs to be heated up." He presses a kiss to the corner of your lips and walks to the kitchen. You nod and look back at your tense partners.

“So…” you start awkwardly. "What is going on?" Prager stands up and walks over to you, "nothing to worry about babe," he gives you a kiss and starts setting the table. You vaguely hear him hissing at your partners at the table to move so he can set the table.

You remain confused. "What the hell is wrong with them?" Z-dog wraps her arms around you and presses her chest against your back. She starts pressing light kisses to your neck. Normally you would relax into her embrace and return her affection, but you know better. She's trying to distract you from whatever it is that's going on. You roll your eyes, but relax slightly. Z-dog's lips work their magic and the tense situation fades into the background.

You open your eyes when you hear Mansk say that dinner is ready. You expect everyone to take their usual places, but apparently not. Fike, Walker, Ja, Prager and Mansk take their seats on one side of the table and Miles, Lyle, Brown, Lopez and Z-dog on the other side, leaving Miles' normal spot at the head of the table for you.

You sit down, confused. Everyone starts eating in silence when the last one has their food. The atmosphere becomes more and more tense. No one says a word or looks at each other. Sometimes angry looks are thrown from one side of the table to the other. What surprises you most is that both Mansk and Miles are also acting strange. Normally when there is an argument they stay out of it.

You slam your cutlery down on the table. “Okay, what the fuck is going on,” you demand. Ten almost identical shocked looks look your way. Lopez's fork pauses in mid-air, oblivious to the food falling onto his lap, and Ja pauses mid-chew. You have never raised your voice at them or demanded that they do anything.

You raise an irritated eyebrow, "Well? I'm waiting." “There's nothing wrong Darlin,” Miles begins. “Bullshit!” you snap. "Yeah, that’s bullshit," Fike huffs. Miles turns his attention to him. "Fike," he begins warningly. “Leave it and accept that you are not right,” he orders. “What,” the Recom scoffs. “Is that an order from my CO or from my daddy?” he sneers mockingly.

You stand up abruptly and the chair slams backwards onto the floor. You lean your hands on the table and look angrily into the eyes of all your lovers one by one. "Someone better start talking or you guys are going to sleep outside tonight, I'm really not in the mood for this."

Brown points accusingly to the other side of the table, "They say Die Hard is a Christmas movie, but that's complete bullshit, right?!" he blurts. You stare at him in disbelief, “what?” Lopez wrongly interprets your disbelief as agreement that their opinion of the film is wrong. "Right?! It's bullshit!" he exclaims, exasperatedly throwing his hands in the air.

"See? She thinks it's bullshit too!" Z-dog says triumphantly. “Wait, no…” you start, but it's no use as another argument breaks out. "Die Hard values family over greed and materialism, that's a Christmas message!" claims Fike, and his side of the table firmly agrees. "It's too brutal. There's a lot of action, fight scenes, and gore, which typical Christmas movies just don't have," Lyle argues back. Once again there is agreement from one side of the table.

"The story literally begins on Christmas Eve. In the opening scene John McClan arrives at the airport with a Christmas gift in hand. He goes with his wife, who's name is Holly, to her work office Christmas party, I mean what else do you need?!” Ja sighs irritated.

“You agree with us, right?” Z-dog asks. "No, you know it's a Christmas movie, right? We watched it this week!" Walker looks at you expectantly. “Why did you watch it this week if you think it's a Christmas movie,” Lopez scoffs. And again a heated discussion begins.

"Everyone shut up!" you shout. Once you have everyone's attention you sigh tiredly, "Can we just say Die Hard is a heartfelt movie about coming home for the holidays...just, with explosions?" Your lovers look at you incredulously.

“Absolutely not,” Miles says. "You know what," you start, "what if we watch the movie and then we make two lists with arguments for and against whether Die Hard is a Christmas movie or not." For the first time this evening, everyone is in agreement and after the table and kitchen have been cleaned, the two camps sit on opposite sides of the coffee table, two tablets ready to take notes to prove who’s right.

You sigh and wonder what you got yourself into. But at least, you will have some rest for the next two hours, before you are undoubtedly forced to make the final decision about some stupid movie that you couldn't care less about. Tomorrow your lovers will have to remind you why on earth you ever fell in love with them.

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snowblossomreads · 11 months ago

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Day 10: Snow Prints

Pairing: Col. Brandon x Fem!Reader

Summary: In where something/someone is lost and found to the relief of everyone in Delaford Estate.

Tag(s)/Warning(s): fluff, missing family member 😌, worry and relief

Word Count: 1.4K (A tiny blurb!)

A/N: This story came out of nowhere tbh! I didn't have a Brandon fic planned but he showed up and was like I'm on this picture you can't just not write me. And he was correct and then suddenly showed me which prompt he would like. So everyone say thank you to the Colonel!

"Colonel Brandon sir! We've found her! We've found the poor darling! She was all covered with snow but she's safe now!"

The boisterous voice of his stout housekeeper rang through his drawing room where he had been pacing all morning worried to death, yet unable to do anything but wait until news of her return.

So this news that his little beloved was back had his heart pounding in both relief and joy, as his housekeeper appeared in front of him. Her cheeks were rosy, and she wore a large smile on her face as Brandon rushed up to her with so many questions about what had happened.

"Oh thank heavens is she well? Where is everyone? Please take me to them Martha!"

"Of course sir! Everyone is in the foyer, she is alright just warming up in front of the fire! Come sir! Oh goodness! how wonderful and such luck," Martha exclaimed with great energy as they both made their way in a rush to the foyer.

When they arrived, they were greeted with the sight of two maids that were beside [Y/n] who was crouched down near the fire.

"Christopher!" [Y/n] cried, popping up from the floor in front of the fireplace, her husband's worried features, turning into relief when they saw each other.

A high pitched whimper came from her arms as the tiny, fluffy animal that was still damp from its sudden adventure outside was disturbed from the movement, still attempting to dry off and recover its energy.

"My love where was she? I thought we had lost her forever. Oh you silly little pup," Brandon chastised gently, kissing [Y/n] before stroking the poor animal who had been lost in the snow all day, after being accidentally let out by one of the farmhands.

The tiny thing whined and whimpered at the warm touch before snuggling close to [Y/n] and her layers of clothing for warmth.

"The silly girl somehow made it to the dove cote near the lake," [Y/n] spoke as she sat back down in front of the fire to help warm the puppy. Kneeling by her ,Brandon listened tentatively to her speak as he stroked the tiny animal who they had thought was lost to the snow. "Peter, the little farm hand, he saw her paw prints in the snow when they went searching, and there she was covered in snow and exhausted. Oh my poor thing don't ever frighten us again like that!"

The puppy whimpered in what seemed like agreement, and both [Y/n] and Brandon seemed to get a laugh of it.

"Shh, hopefully you’ve learned a lesson you mischievous little thing," Brandon cooed, his voice rumbling with emotion that most would find strange when it came to such an animal. "You nearly put your poor mother in an early grave," he added, as he watched [Y/n] cuddle the shaking pup.

"Oh she did she really did," [Y/n] agreed, eyes teary as she pressed her lips to the top of the dog's head grateful that it was alright.

Her little Tulip was okay. It may be strange, but the little pup was her favourite as it had been the runt of the litter, always fighting to get milk from it's mother's teets. Her litter mates also seemed to be keen on stepping all over her and [Y/n]'s poor heart couldn't take the squeals that she would let out.

And maybe because she too had always been treated as less by her family and others that she had begged Brandon to let her keep her. And Brandon, with a soul as soft as his, allowed her to, seeing how desperate she was to care for the sweet pup.

So he knew, when one of the servants had told him that the animal had run off that they had to find it as soon as possible. Not only because snow had begun to fall quickly and the little thing was too young to survive. But, he knew how devastated [Y/n] would be if something happened to the animal as she was never the one to blame others, but to shoulder it herself. And he could not have his darling one do that.

The relief they tasted was sweet, as the little animal let out a little yawn and cozied itself up into [Y/n]'s bosom, and they both let out a small laugh at how comfy it looked now.

"Mayhap she's learned her lesson that the snow is not quite to her liking," [Y/n] whispered, smiling at the little thing that she cradle just as one would a child.

As one would a child. She bit her lips at that thought. The thought of cradling a child that was both hers and Christopher’s making. It had her heart fluttering a bit.

"Yes, hopefully she will not try to give us a scare again, though it seems that she just as her mother, ]has a mischievous side," the older man teased as she looked up at him with a small smile, yet she said nothing for a moment as she stroked the dog in her arms.

Just as her mother.

His words echoed in her mind, and while they were said in jest she couldn't stop thinking about the phrase. There was only silence and the crackling of the wood in the fireplace before she spoke gently and hushedly only wishing for her husband to hear.

"Christopher I-." Pausing, [Y/n] looked up to search for the maids who had been in the room with her along with Martha, but they were all gone. Which left the Brandon's alone to their little reunion.

When had that happened? No worries though, it was actually perfect timing.

The older man looked at her with a little raise of an eyebrow, yet his gentle gaze was steady as he watched her shyly look down at the animal who was snoozing away now.

"I wonder whether or not we would make good parents?" She whispered, averting the gaze of her husband's for fear that his eyes would tell her the opposite of what she wished him to say. "Of course, considering this little one tried to get it self lost in a snow storm today, mayhap I think I may not be too fit for it."

"Darling stop! Do not say such a cruel thing about yourself," he pleaded, fully sitting next to her and wrapping an arm around her shoulder, bringing her to lay her head on his own shoulder. "One can hardly measure their aptitude for motherhood based on a young dog running away. It was not you who let this silly one out in any case."

"Yes I know but-."

"No, I will no hear of you speak cruelly about yourself," he interrupted sternly, turning and leaning down to kiss the top of her head. "You would make a wonderful mother, I am sure of it. It is me who I think am too old for fatherhood."

"You too old?" [Y/n] asked, flabbergasted with eyes going wide like saucers because it had to be the most incredulous thing she had heard. "Chirstopher my love, you have more life in you than men with less winters on them. You are the sweetest, gentlest, most generous soul that one could ever meet. And you say you are not fit to be a father? Mayhap we both need a lesson on being less cruel towards oneself."

"Mayhap we do…but my words they are true, you would make a wonderful mother my love a wonderful mother indeed."

"And you a wonderful father Christopher." She responded softly.

They turned to face each other, a smile on their lips and eyes full of warmth as the fireplace in front of them warmed them as well. Brandon's arm opened to embrace his wife, and as she leaned in to his hold they were both startled by the high pitch and sudden,

"Awoo!" From the little dog that was being held. It startled them and caused them to look at the dog who had woken up suddenly.

Its beady eyes stared at its parent's as if it was asking them what they were doing and they both couldn't help the laughter that flowed through them.

"And you shall make the children a wonderful companion when they arrive." [Y/n] giggled, patting the dog who let out another playfully bark before cuddling in the arms of its mother who went to cuddle its father.

A/N: heheh i know it was short but i hope it was still a nice read! the colonel is such a soft man and i love that!

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thebeatles-world · 1 year ago

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Picture Perfect: Part 3

Here is Part 3 of The Picture Perfect series, I hope y'all enjoy!

@starswill-fall I hope you enjoy! You are my biggest fan! I can't wait for your reaction for this series!

You couldn't believe that you had both Elvis and Ringo madly in love with you. Elvis was one of the biggest rock stars in the world but Ringo and The Beatles were slowly taking Elvis's title away.

You fell in love with Elvis's charming personality and his amazing smile at just 18 years old.

But things happened. You and Elvis didn't really get along as the years went by when you two dated. It was more of a toxic relationship through the six years you two were together.

You were being kinda desperate to make it work. But at the end, you and Elvis ended up breaking up with each other.

For goodness sake, Elvis accused you of cheating on him with Ringo just because you and Ringo had an innocent and friendly talk with each other at the awards show one time.

But Elvis ended up cheating on you way before that... which you forgave him for cheating on you but some nights you went to bed thinking if you were good enough for him...

But you didn't have to worry about that anymore. You had Ringo now.

Anyways, you sat on the couch and tried to get your mind off of Elvis. It didn't help that his new wife Grace was on the telly or her face was on every cover of the newspaper.

Grace said that when her and Elvis broke up for a short time, she was practically ex-communicated from the Church they attend. Plus Elvis paid off her dad’s debts and Elvis really helped her get into the spotlight.

You sigh as you turned off the telly. You picked up a magazine that had The Beatles on the cover and you couldn't help but smile when you saw your boyfriend Ringo smiling on the front cover with the rest of his band mates.

You heard the front knob turn and you looked up to see Ringo entering inside.

''Hello my love.'' Ringo said as he greet you with kisses and a warm hug.

''Hey baby, how did the studio go?'' You asked him as you gave him a kiss on the lips.

''It went quite well.'' Ringo chuckled.

''I can't wait for you to hear the new album.'' He added with a smile.

''I can't wait to hear it either.'' You smiled back. '' I know it's going to b great.''

Ringo sat next to you and started to hold you in his arms.

''I really need to get us a pet dog or a pet cat so that way you can have company when I am gone darling.'' Ringo gave you a kiss on the head.

''Oh that would be lovely Ringo. But I really do hate that you have to go on tour.'' You sigh sadly.

''I was honestly going to talk to you about that. I talked to Brian and he said that I am allowed to bring you on tour. How exciting is that my love?'' Ringo said exictedly.

''That is exciting news baby! Oh, I can't wait to travel with you.'' You said happily, leaning your head against Ringo's chest.

''I can't wait either my love, it's going to be such a nice time.'' Ringo ran his fingers softly through your hair.

Your heart being pounding inside your chest as you thought about Elvis coming to yours and Ringo's flat and kissed you.

Were you ready to tell him now?

''Hey Ringo?'' You said, almost in a shaking voice.

''Yes darling?'' He replied, rubbing your bare legs with his hand.

''I have to tell you something..'' You said softly.

You couldn't believe that you had the courage to tell him this.

''What is it love?'' Ringo asked.

You sat up and faced him.

Ringo knew this was serious just by the way you sat up and faced him with a unsmiling look.

''S-So apparently you know Elvis Presley my ex right? Everyone knows Elvis.'' You stammered as you looked at Ringo.

Ringo nodded, waiting for you to go on.

''Well he came to our flat before you even came home from the studio. He pour out his feelings to me and before I even knew...'' You stopped and took a deep breath.

''Ringo.. Elvis kissed me.'' You added, looking quite pale.

You were afarid of what Ringo was going to do or say.

''I'm sorry? Did you say he kissed you?'' Ringo asked in a unpleasant tone, making sure he heard you correctly.

''Yes he did my love, I don't wanna hide this from you or think that I am cheating on you because I would never do that to you Ringo. I love you so much.'' You said in a upsetting tone.

Ringo sat there quietly, not saying anything to you. He didn't even look at you.

''Did you kiss him back?'' He asked after a few minutes of slience between you two.

''No I didn't-'' You begin but Ringo cut you off.

''Y/N why didn't you stop him then? Why didn't you do anything about it?'' Ringo cut you off.

''Because I didn't know what to do! I didn't know he was going to kiss me. Ringo I swear I didn't know he was going to kiss me. I swear on our relationship. What was I supposed to do?'' You exaclamied at him.

Ringo didn't say anything after that. You could tell he looked really upset. You were upset as well. Plus you hated seeing him upset.

''I'm sorry. I can't.'' Ringo started to say and then got up. You saw him heading towards the front door.

''Wait! Ringo where are you going?'' You shouted. Ringo still didn't say anything to you and slammed the front door.

You ran towards the front door and before you could stop him , you saw Ringo getting into his car and driving off.

You felt your heart break into a million pieces just watching him drive off from the driveway.

''Am I going to lose him?'' You said to yourself as tears begin to flow down your cheeks.

You went inside and locked the front door. You headed upstairs to yours and Ringo's room and climbed into the covers on the bed.

You silently cried yourself to sleep with a broken heart...

To be continued...

Leave your comments below and let me know what you think? What do you think is going to happen next?

Below are the links to Part One and Part Two of The Perfect Picture Series:

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thghtcntrl · 1 year ago

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Ladybug Week Day 5

Portrait of a Family

Ruby rushed out of the house, balancing hot dogs in one hand and hamburger patties in the other walking to her father who had just started the barbeque.

“Here Dad!”

“Thanks, Ruby! Do you know if Blake wants any?” Tai asked.

“Oh yeah, and she also wants a family portrait!” Ruby said excitedly “With everyone! And I mean everyone!”

Tai had to admit that the idea of a large family picture would be something his daughters would think of

“I guess she’s really coming out of her comfort zone”

Ruby giggled “Dad, Blake and I have been married for years, of course, she’s out of her comfort zone!”

“Sorry. She just seems so quiet sometimes you know. Not that it’s a bad thing, she’s great and wonderful. And like I said on your wedding day, Anyone who can make you laugh and smile is okay in my book!

Ruby looked back on the many wonderful times she had with her wife. How incredibly lucky to have her by her side.

“She makes me smile and laugh every day!”

“Hey guys, I got the drinks”

Tai and Ruby looked towards the friendly voice which Tai answered to

“Thanks, Blake, hey where are the kiddos?!”

Blake smirked “Helping, right Sasha”

A teenage sheep-faunus girl walked out carrying a package of paper plates “Yeah Mom, oh and Briar is watching Lily. she’ll let us know when she needs to be changed and all”

“Oh I can do that for her, hey I’ll bring her out!”

Blake watched Ruby walk back into the house and then turned her attention to Sasha. Sasha was a small child when she and Ruby found her. The sole survivor of a massive Grim attack. The two trekked to find the closest village or town that would have an orphanage that would take in the young child. When they did they thought they found some place for the child to live but thanks to Ruby’s keen eye she noticed something was wrong with the facility and took the child away. Soon the two women became attached to the toddler and unable to find a proper care facility. The two decided to raise the little girl as their own and so started their family.

“Hey, Sass, wanna help grill some dogs and burgers?” Tai asked.

“Sure, Grandpa!” Sasha replied with an excited smile as she was always eager to learn new things

“Come on kid, call me Tai!”

“Sure thing Grandpa Tai”

Blake chuckled at the banter her daughter and father-in-law were having. Ruby walked out of the house once again with their daughter Lily in her arms and their middle daughter Briar behind them. Blake didn’t think she could have a future like this, a very beautiful, very wonderful family, and a very loving family. She wanted, not just this moment, but this life to be known forever. She wanted their families to come together. Her team, her wife, her children, her parents, her in-laws, and niece and nephews, everyone! Speaking of nieces and nephews…

Yang’s loud “We’re here!” could be heard all the way from the front door to the backyard. Briar rushed towards the front and met her aunts, Yang and Weiss, along with them was their daughter Rime. Briar and Rime greeted each other talking about their shared hobbies. Briar turned to her mother Ruby and asked if she and her cousin could go play video games which Ruby nodded. The children ran off leaving Ruby to greet her sister and sister-in-law.

“Hey guys, how's everything?” Ruby asked.

Yang chuckled. “Pretty good and you?”

Ruby giggled. “Also good!”

The two laughed and gave each other a side hug.

Yang looked at her niece that Ruby was cradling in her arm.

“...and this little one?”

Ruby sighed “She’s finally letting me and Blake sleep!”

Yang giggled, she then turned towards her wife whose blue eyes were innocently looking at her niece then at Ruby, and then at Yang.

Ruby chuckled “Heya Weiss, wanna hold Lily”

“I’m sorry, you two were having such a beautiful moment I didn’t really know where to come in!” she sighed “Hello Ruby and hello Lily!”

Ruby smiled. “Hey Weiss, hope you have been treating my big sis well”

“Of course I have!”

Ruby continued to giggle “I know you have!”

The day continued into the night with more guests coming such as Weiss’s mother, sister, and brother, as well as Kline who offered to help with cooking and serving, Soon after was Qrow along with Robyn followed by Blake's parents, and then JNR as well as oscar. The night continued and came to what Blake wanted to do.

“Hey guys, I called everyone here because… well I love you all! I couldn’t imagine how I could be a part of this wonderful family. From Ruby and our three kids to my sisters, everyone! And I want to commemorate this with a family picture, So everyone if you please? Everyone laughed and cheered in agreement and Ruby walked up to her wife and gave her a kiss on the check

“That was a lovely blakey!”

“Thanks, Ruby!”

The camera was set up and everyone got into position, there was even a Raven that flew and landed next to Tai. The camera flashed and the picture was taken. A picture of a large and beautiful family!

#rwby #rwby ladybug #ruby rose #blake belladonna #ladybug rwby #ladybugweek2023

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lorelodge · 2 years ago

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laszlo & nadja !

Who brings up marriage first?

The topic of marriage was brought up pretty early on. Possibly in the first week or two of knowing each other. At first it wasn't a question of IF they wanted to get married but rather were either married to begin with (they weren't). Seeing as how this was atypical of the time the natural follow up question was why and the ball sorta rolled on from there. But it wasn't brought up again until a few weeks later when Laszlo blurted out a proposal in the throes of their love making. Nadja wanted to get married very early on but also wanted to be sure it was Laszlo's idea and Laszlo knew he wanted to marry her very early on but chose to wait until he knew her better because her lifestyle was very nontraditional.

do they have a big wedding or a small wedding?

Their wedding is...smallish, I guess. It basically consisted of Baron's cult members. Nadja's family was long gone and Laszlo's sucked ass so there probably weren't more than 30 people there and of those 30 Laszlo knew barely any by name. Neither really cared though. It could have been a room of 500 strangers and all would have been okay so long as they were marrying each other.

do any of them take the other’s last name or do they keep their own? hyphenate them?

In canon Nadja remains without a surname but in most other modern verses she takes on Laszlo's.

who sings bad karaoke at the wedding reception party?

Baron. Lol. But he's the boss so everyone is forced to sit there and suffer in silence. And maybe Nadja? She has a nice voice but her style is very old fashion. It would depend on the song.

what’s their song?

Something they wrote together which was then stolen and popularized by Marvin Gaye called Sexual Healing.

are their rings fancy?

Bold of you to assume they exchanged rings. Laszlo used to his signet ring to propose to her and Nadja gave him an old locket, one of her few remaining possessions from her time as a mortal. Laszlo surprised her with an actual diamond ring when they exchanged vows which is what she currently wears. He has a simple gold wedding band which may have something engraved on it depending on the verse, but it's the locket he wears every day.

who’s the one who walks out of the room with a bat at night when they hear a noise?

In canon it's Guillermo and it's not a bat but a stake. Lol. But in modern it's usually Nadja because Laszlo grew up rich and with a security system and has never felt the need to look over his shoulder when he walked down the street. Nadja is the one who has lived in bad neighborhoods and has probably clobbered at least one wouldbe robber with a baseball bat.

While living with Jack, Laszlo did think their house was being broken into once and took a swing at Jack who was climbing through the window after having locked himself out of the apartment and didn't realize someone was home.

what dumb things do they argue over?

They don't really argue as in yelling back and forth. It's more... bickering, I suppose. And it's always over stupid shit. Lol. Is the Earth a sphere or a cylinder? Are ghosts real? What do you mean you mistook Lilith for me?! The witchskin hat is cursed (no it's not!) Nadja still thinks gravity may be a lie. If they're collaborating over music they'll be at each others throats like two bitchy cats on a rainy day. The list is endless and it's all dumb.

how do they greet each other when the other arrives home?

Nadja greets Laszlo like a dog seeing its long lost owner. Laszlo greets Nadja like a soldier coming back from war.

do they celebrate anniversaries?

In canon they might celebrate decades rather than years. They definitely celebrate every 100 years of marriage. But they're immortal and time is an illusion. In modern Laszlo is not great at remembering anniversary dates and doesn't see the point in celebrating a marriage once a year.

#laszlo cravensworth / headcanon.#dyn / laszlo & nadja. you opened a window to my soul and let the darkness in | (musecraft.)

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simthorium · 1 year ago

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“Best weekend everrrrr!” Sadé said, hugging her older sister. “Better than the amusement park?” Amber asked. Sadé thought for a second. “Second best weekend ever?” Taylor offered. “Just don’t tell grandma and grandpa we said that,” Sadé said.

“Said what?” Rae asked, greeting her granddaughters out on the front porch. “Nothing!” Sadé said quickly, hugging her grandma. “We’re just so excited to be spending the weekend with you guys!” “Yeah, it’s gonna be so much fun!” Taylor said, hugging Nathan. “Well, we have a whole lot planned, and we’re ready to have a blast with you girls!” Nathan said.

First up on the agenda was swimming. The girls loved that their grandparents had a pool in their backyard, and if they had it their way, they’d go swimming the entire time. They played several games of Marco Polo, competed on who could hold their breath the longest, and of course tried to see who could make the biggest splash with a cannonball.

Rae grilled up some hot dogs for the girls, who were extra hungry after a few hours of swimming out in the sun. “So, who won the cannonball competition?” Nathan asked. “It was a tie between me and Amber,” said Taylor. “But Sadé held her breath the longest, so we all won something.” “How very diplomatic of you, sweetie,” Rae said.

“I think we should get a swimming pool,” Sadé said. “How are me and Taylor gonna be Olympic swimmers if we don’t have a place to practice?” “You both already have matching swimsuits, so you could do the synchronized swimming category!” Amber chimed in. “No way,” said Sadé. “Me and Taylor are way too different. Besides, I want to do the swimming races, not swimming dancing.”

“You know, you girls are welcome to come to the pool whenever you want,” Nathan said with a smile. “We’re always so happy to have you here.” “Yes, of course,” said Rae. “We’re always here for you, all of you.” “Awwww, you guys are the sweetest,” Taylor said with a smile. “We’re lucky we have the coolest grandparents,” said Amber.

Before nightfall, Nathan and Rae helped the girls set up their giant tent in the backyard. It was a clear, warm night, which meant it was perfect weather to camp outside. After sunset, the girls brushed their teeth and pulled on their pajamas, getting ready to spend the night under the stars.

Nathan and Rae came out to hang out with the girls before they went to bed. “Everyone good out here?” Nathan asked, checking the tent for the umpteenth time. “We’ll be fine, grandpa,” said Amber. “Yeah, we’re big girls now!” Sadé said. “We can handle spending the night in a giant blanket fort.” “It does look pretty cozy,” said Rae. “I might grab a sleeping bag and join you.” “That is until you wake up complaining of back aches,” Nathan laughed as the two stood up, hugging each of their grandkids. “You kids sleep well. The back door is open, and you can come get us if you need anything. Good night.” “Good night!” the girls said in unison.

After a few minutes of telling spooky stories and talking about school, the girls were fast asleep on their respective beds. The night air cooled, making it the perfect temperature for sleeping.

“Those girls make my heart melt,” Rae said, cuddled up with Nathan in their bed upstairs. “We really lucked out with such a great bunch.” “We did,” Nathan said with a smile. “I was sort of hoping that Penelope and Bryan would end up with a trouble maker. Karma for all their shenanigans as kids.” “Sadé certainly seems like she’s gonna be a firecracker,” Rae said with a laugh.

#Zarro legacy #generation 6 #generation 8 #Nathan #Taylor #Amber #Sade #Rae #West Valley

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kittyt-hexxed · 2 years ago

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In a Rut

Unhinged Werewolf! Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 7.6k

Warnings: HIGHLY Dub-Con, Territorial!Abby, Abby’s aggressive towards anyone who’s interested in you, Possessive behavior, Rutting, Knotting, Biting, Werewolf venom, Breeding, Rough sex, Masochism, Size difference, cervical penetration, talk of murder, Abby threatens Owen, pregnancy, running away

Summary: Your father is the leader of the WLF. Dating has been hard for you with him being so overprotective, so you don’t say anything when you’re crushing on Abby Anderson - his top fighter. Except, things spiral out of control when you go to help a sick Abby… only to find out she’s not exactly sick and you’re the last person who should be there.

Author Note: I use a few veterinary terms in here if you don’t recognize certain words. I’m including the definition of a rut for those who do not know -> Rut - an annual period of sexual activity […] during which the males fight each other for access to the females.

The barking from the WLF’s dogs greeted you the moment you walked into the kennel. Ever since your father noticed your love for animals, you’ve been the resident dog trainer and veterinary assistant. Your mother passed away during your birth all those years ago, because her body had been too weak to make it through. It was unfortunately common in those first years after the outbreak. Doctors did everything they could for women with high-risk pregnancies, but with the hysteria and stress, there wasn’t much they could do.

You took after your mother in so many ways. The main thing was her love of nature and her sweet personality. Everyone in the WLF loved you and you weren’t short on anything you needed. You have great friends, an attentive crew, and - although overbearing sometimes - you had your father. A lot of people, especially those your age, didn’t have the luxury of saying that.

“Hey, Dixon!” Ruelle waves at you from the other end of the kennel, “You taking one of them out today?”

“Ruelle, how many times do I have to tell you to call me Y/n?” You groan, stopping in front of Poppy’s cage. The female Belgian Malinois was excited to see you standing there, barking and spinning in circles to show that she was ready to come out. You giggle at her antics, widening the neck on your leash so you can grab her.

“Until your father isn’t my boss?” Ruelle stands next to you, a bag of dog food in her hands, “Poppy’s happy to see you, huh?” She questions as you open the cage and leash her. Poppy immediately hops up onto her back legs to give your face a lick.

“It’s nice to see you too, Poppy.” You giggle, ruffling her fur as she drops back down, “I haven’t had the chance to play with her in a few weeks, so I’m just as excited. She is my dog after all. And, please forget that my father is your boss. Treat me like anyone else.”

“See, I can’t do that because you’re too cute. And if I was caught having sex with you, I’d probably be the dog food.”

“Why is sex the first thing you think of?” You snort, walking towards the field.

“It isn’t for you?” Ruelle gives you a playfully confused look, making you laugh, “Anyway, I’ve got to get back to feeding these puppies. Get lunch with me later?”

“You got it!” You wave to her and head out into the morning sun. Poppy is tugging you to her favorite area of the field that you call ‘the stretch’ since it’s a long section for the dogs to run back and forth. You open the cage and let Poppy off of the leash. She sprints down the stretch before circling around and coming back to you. You grin and grab a tennis ball out of the bucket, tossing it in your hand.

“You ready, girl?” You grin at your dog, “You ready?” Poppy barks, spinning in a circle.

“Catch!” You throw the ball, watching her sprint after it. You giggle to yourself as she comes running back, eagerly dropping it at your feet. You continue to play with her for a while, watching her cues to see if she’s tired or having any issues. At some point, you end up running back and forth with her just to have fun. You shriek when she tackles you, licking your face as you laugh and roll away from her.

“You okay there, Y/n?” You hear a very familiar voice call out. Your head snaps up and you see Abby Anderson grinning at you from the other side of the cage.

“Abby! Yeah, I’m- Ack!” You’re knocked over again, your dog whining that you’re not playing with her, “Poppy, sit!” You command her. She listens and sits down, and you get up off of the grass feeling a little embarrassed.

“Sorry!” You laugh flusteredly, approaching the gate, “Yeah, I’m all good. Poppy and I haven’t had time to ourselves in a while since she’s been in the field.”

“That’s good to hear.” The smile she gives you is blinding, “Is it okay for me to come in to say hello to her?”

“Yeah, of course!” You hurriedly, unlatch the gate and let Abby come inside. You had wished to be friends when she first arrived at the compound but your father was very overprotective. You weren’t allowed to talk with her or the others that came with her until your dad knew he could trust them. It didn’t help that you’d been dealing with a crush that started a few months after she got here. So, you were relieved when your dad gave you the all-clear, but you couldn’t because you were too shy. Abby was a really fun person, always making you laugh when you were around her, and it’s a bonus that she’s your age. She knew what it felt like to be a child born just after the end of the world. You admire how much she has done over the years, watching from a distance as she worked out and trained to fight infected and Scars. She only got more attractive as time went on with her gaining her muscular physique and becoming your dad’s top fighter. Although your positions made it hard to hang out, Abby made an effort to stop by and see you when she could.

“Alright, Poppy-!” Your dog is racing over the moment you give her permission to move. She runs around Abby, barking as her tail wags around like crazy. You giggle as she keeps trying to give Abby kisses, jumping up before running around and doing it again.

“Poppy!” Abby laughs, petting her and getting her to calm down, “That’s enough. I get it.”

“She really likes you.” You nudge her, “Are you sure this is your first time interacting with her?”

“Yeah.” Abby nods, watching Poppy run around, “I usually interact with Zeta, Alice, or Bear. Zeta is the one I’m assigned to, and Alice is Owen’s usual partner.”

“How has the field been lately?” You look at her, “I noticed that my dad has been sending you out often. Are things getting worse?”

“No. Things are good. I’ve just been feeling antsy so I go out on runs when I’m not scheduled to. It feels nice to get out of the stadium from time to time.”

“Y/N! It’s time for lunch!” Molly shouts from the kennel area. You bite your lip, not wanting to end your conversation early, but you’re hungry after the exercise. You whistle and Poppy comes trotting over, letting you put her leash on without a fuss.

“Ah, I’ve got to head to lunch and put Poppy back…” You awkwardly motion to the kennel, “We can talk when I’m free?”

“Yeah, I’ll catch you later.” Abby agrees, and you nod. She walks with you back to the kennel and waits while you put Poppy away. You say goodbye to her and head for the cafeteria, wondering what the kitchen crew has made. You’re happy to find out that it’s sandwiches, sliding into the line, greeting the cooks, and asking about their day. Once you get your food, you head over to your regular table where your friends are waiting for you.

“So someone was flirting with Abby today.” Jasmine says loudly while looking at you.

“I was not!” You protest, blushing, “She was asking me about Poppy!”

“Abby hasn’t shown any interest in Y/n romantically.” Aden rolls his eyes, “She’s still interested in Owen. That conversation was nothing but friendly.”

“Were you all watching?” You huff, taking a bite from your sandwich.

“Yup!” They chorus together, making you shake your head.

“We all know you’re crushing on her. It’s okay. A lot of people are but she can’t seem to look past Owen.” Ruelle sighs.

“Am I that obvious?” You pale. ‘Oh god, does she know?!’

“No, we just know you really well.” Jasmine pats your shoulder, “Don’t worry, Abby doesn’t know.”

The whistling from the Scars makes Abby’s skin itch. The extra missions she’s been doing lately have been to take out any challengers, and what better opportunity than to use the Scars to her advantage? She would lure the Scars toward her target, allowing them to fight and get injured before jumping in and saving them. She tagged along on a run to the edge of WLF territory for one reason, and one reason only. Madeline. Another person who was trying to get closer to Y/n because they have a crush on her. Abby wouldn’t allow anyone to get closer to her girl now that she was single and Abby could move in on her. She had told Madeline to back off and warned her that if she didn’t there’d be consequences, and well… she didn’t.

Abby wasn’t above threatening people. Not when her future mate was involved. So she did what she had to do in order to get these humans to back off. Killing the Scars involved in the situation gave her an outlet for her pent-up frustrations, letting her shift and tear them apart as she forced her need for Y/n down. Her father's death left Abby as the only werewolf remaining from her pack. She thought that Owen had been the mate she was looking for, but she was wrong. When she officially met Y/n, her tail would have been wagging like crazy if she was in her werewolf form. Her scent, her voice, her personality, and the way she was so soft with Abby made her heart skip a beat.

Thanks to her enhanced senses, Abby was well aware of Y/n’s crush on her. The sweet scent that Y/n gave off around her made her head spin and her gums ache. Abby wanted to claim her, to mark her so that everyone knew that Y/n belonged to her, but she had to be patient. She worked hard to get Issac’s favor because of the rumors she heard going around about him disapproving of anyone his daughter dated. All she needed was the confirmation that he didn’t care about her being with his daughter and she’d jump at the chance. If she didn’t get it, well, she’d just have to take Y/n and leave. There was nothing tying her here. Not after the huge argument between her and Owen. Manny was her best friend - the only one outside of Owen who knew about her being a werewolf - but she knew that he’d stay here to look after his father and she respected that. Y/n was all she needed and she’d have her.

Madeline was rushed back to the compound and Abby smirked when the two of them made eye contact. She flashed her eyes at the girl, a horrified look twisting onto her face, and Abby knew she was no longer a worry. ‘Y/n should be working right now. She told me that she was working with the pregnant dogs today. It wouldn’t hurt to drop by and see her.’ Abby hums a happy tune to herself as she checks her weapons in and heads into the kennel. The dogs happily greet her as she strolls past them, overjoyed to see the Alpha back home safely. It put a smile on her face, reminding her of the first time her father showed her how their werewolf side interacted with other canines.

The sound of Y/n’s laughter puts a bounce in her step and she turns a corner to see an adorable sight. Y/n was sitting down with a litter of puppies that were climbing all over her. There was one in particular that she was pulling away from her face that kept trying to lick her. It made Abby’s heart melt and she bites her lip as she watches how tender Y/n is with them.

“Okay! Okay! Hold on!” Y/n giggles, “If you’ll let me get up, I can get your food.” One of the puppies starts nipping at her fingers, making her laugh more. ‘She’s so perfect.’ Abby sighs longingly. Y/n looks up and over at her, making Abby smile and give her a small wave.

“Abby!” Y/n brightens up, her scent immediately getting sweeter, “Could you grab the puppies’ food for me? They won’t let me get up… and I kind of don’t want to.” She coos picking one up and cuddling it. ‘She’s making this so hard on me.’ Abby groans internally but gets the food for the puppies and steps into the pen.

“I thought you were supposed to be with the pregnant ones?” Abby asks, sitting down next to her. The puppies start jumping on her, whining now that they smell the food and their hunger can’t be ignored by excitement.

“Oh! Sunny is whelping! Tilly asked me to take over for her since she’s one of the handlers.” Y/n’s eyes sparkle as she grins at Abby, taking some of the shredded chicken into her hands, “If we’re lucky, there’ll be three new additions...” Abby zones out, too distracted by watching Y/n feed the puppies and seeing how loving she is with them. ‘She’d be an amazing mother.’ Her mind drifts, thoughts of Y/n having her pups swirling around in her mind.

“Abby?” Y/n’s voice snaps her out of her thoughts. She shakes her head and notices that Y/n is blushing, clearly flustered about something.

“Sorry.” Abby clears her throat, “What were you saying? I uh… zoned out.”

“Oh, nothing.” Y/n shakes her head, “Do you want to help me around the kennel?”

“There you are, Abby!” Owen’s voice sounds out, making them look up. He had a frown on his face and Y/n awkwardly shuffles her position, no doubt having heard about the fight between the two of them.

“Issac’s calling for you.” Owen crosses his arms, “Said it’s confidential.”

“Oh, that conversation.” Y/n seems to sigh in relief, “He wanted to go over some things with you. He wouldn’t tell me what, as usual, but I guarantee you’re not in trouble. He’s probably going to request that you marry me if you keep making him so proud.” She jokes, but that strikes a chord in Abby’s chest. ‘If only that were true…’

“I’ll come back after if you still want my help?” Abby asks as she stands up.

“I’d like that.” Y/n smiles, “Tell my dad I want you back in one piece.”

“Will do.” Abby nods. She silently walks with Owen out of the kennel and makes her way into the main building. Out of nowhere, Owen shoves Abby into an empty room and slams her into the wall.

“Owen, what the fuck?!” Abby shouts, shoving him off of her.

“No, Abby! What the fuck are you doing?!” Owen shoves her back, “I don’t know what you’re trying to do with Y/n, but this has to stop!” Abby snarls, her eyes glowing as she grabs Owen and slams him into the wall. He chokes as she presses her arm against his throat.

“I’m not doing anything to Y/n, except being nice to her. But, I will hurt you if you come between us.” Abby growls, her body shaking from the force of it, “You and I aren’t friends anymore so, take this as your only warning.” She slams him against the wall one more time before leaving the room. ‘Maybe I will have a talk with Issac.’

It seemed like Abby showed up at the kennel every free moment she had. You let her join you when you were training the younger dogs or doing things outside of the veterinary clinic. Abby complimented you on your skilled handling of them, saying that they must think of you as the alpha if they listen so well. You had stuttered out something and waved her off because that was too big of a compliment. You just spent a lot of time with them. Abby brought a different perspective to training from someone who’s out in the field with them. You admitted to her that you were impressed with how well the dogs listened to her. Even your more jubilant dogs listened to her commands, and Abby responded that she just understood them. Over time, you started noticing that the way Abby said your name made it sound like honey on her tongue. It sent shivers down your spine and didn’t help with your crush on her. Being in contact with her so often was torturous to your poor little heart. Your fingers would brush against each other when you handed her things or she’d touch your shoulder to get your attention. You’ve even had… intimate dreams about her that have you jumping for the shower first thing in the morning. You wanted to ask her out, but you were too shy to, especially after you heard Owen was with Mel.

Speaking of Owen, he was acting weird around you. Half the time it seemed like he wanted to say something to you, but decided not to last minute. There was one time he caught your friends teasing you about your crush on Abby and he looked like he got hit by a Scar. You felt your heart drop as he ran out of the kennel and it worried you. Especially when the next day, Abby didn’t show up to the kennel. You thought she might be out on a mission for your dad, but when you asked him he said no that Abby was in the compound. You panicked when a week went by and you hadn’t heard a single thing from her. So, when Manny showed up, you jumped at the chance to ask him.

“Y/n! Cómo estás?!” You hear Manny exclaim from the other end of the kennel and you give him a grin. Every time he came to collect a K-9, he had such high energy and made you laugh. The workers loved when he came in and you jokingly fight over who got to help him.

“Bein, Manny. Y tú?” You respond, putting one of the dogs back in its cage.

“Pretty good. I’m going out on a scouting run with Mel and Nora.” Manny chuckles, handing you his K-9 slip, “Your Spanish is getting better.”

“I only know like three words, but thank you.” You giggle, going to Bear’s cage, “Why are Mel and Nora going with you? Are you finally scouting out the other hospital?” You call Bear to the gate and get your leash out of your pocket.

“Yeah, we’re scouting out the hospital at the edge of the territory. The main one has almost been picked clean, but we have the bottom layers of that one to go through. Your dad wants the other one secured before we go down further though.”

“Is um… Is Abby going with you?” You ask, leashing Bear and taking him out.

“Abby? Ay, no.” Manny shakes his head, sighing sadly, “She hasn’t been feeling good this past week. She’s been locked up in our apartment with a fever.”

“Oh. It’s not bad, is it?” You frown, “A week is a long time to be sick with a fever.”

“It happened to her once when we were kids.” Manny shrugs, “Her father wasn’t concerned and she told me not to be, but I am a bit concerned about leaving her alone for three days.” You sign out Bear, waving for Molly to load their car with dog food. ‘Sick and alone for three days? What if she gets worse? What if she needs something and she can’t get it?’ You bite your lip nervously.

“I can check on her.” You offer, handing him Bear’s leash, “I don’t work too late tonight, so I can visit her after and see if her fever broke or if she needs anything.”

“Gracias, Y/n! You’re a real lifesaver!” Manny squeezes you in a hug, making you laugh.

“I just want to make sure she’s okay.” You smile, “I haven’t seen her since she got sick, so I’ve been worried.” You walk with him to the truck.

“Oh, that’s right! Abby has been hanging out with you these past few months.” Manny grins, “You’ve really helped her get over Owen. Not that Owen knows.” He chuckles.

“She’s talked about me to you?” You tilt your head.

“Si. She really enjoyed spending time with you.” You watch as Bear hops into the truck, waving at Nora and Mel, “I think she’d be happy to see you come by.”

“I’ll do that after my shift, then.” You give Manny a side hug, “Stay safe and watch out for those Scars. They’ve been pressing into our area more.” You frown. You were worried about the growing tensions between the two groups. Even your father seemed more out of it as time went on. You were hoping that the groups could come to some form of agreement, but you weren’t sure what your father would do. Abby had been going out a lot, even on unassigned missions, and someone was always coming back horribly injured. The memory of hearing about Madeline’s shattered arm still made you nauseous.

“Don’t worry. They can’t take me out.” Manny winks, hopping into the truck, “I’ll see you in a few days, Y/n!”

“Bye, Manny!” You wave, “Be a good boy, Bear!” You point at the Shepard who woofs in response. You leave and get back to work, still worrying about Abby but calmer than before. ‘I’m not the reason she’s gone. I thought Owen told her about my crush and she found it weird. Now I feel bad for not stopping by her place and checking on her.’ You sigh.

Time seemed to crawl as the day went by. The rest of the morning was spent training, then you had lunch and it was like your shift didn’t want to end. You joined the veterinarians in the clinic and assisted with surgeries, cleaning cages, and fixing up the surgical suite. They joked that you needed to be sedated because you were bouncing from chore to chore in a way to keep yourself busy. You had laughed and told them that you were looking forward to your shift ending. That only made them interested in why and they started throwing out their theories. When someone said you were going to hook up with someone in the compound, you blushed heavily and told them the truth. It didn’t help because that only made them coo at you and say that Abby was lucky she’d have a cute girl attending to her.

When your shift ended, you took your scrubs off and tossed them into the wash bin. You signed out and said goodbye to your team, and made the trek back into the compound. Some of the people hanging around jokingly cat-called you in your tank top and shorts and you stuck your tongue out at them. Being the boss’ daughter meant that people had to be careful with you. Everyone who was here from the beginning knew that he was overprotective, and anyone who dated you had been called into his office at some point. You found it annoying, but there wasn’t anything you could do about it. Sometimes you fantasied leaving Seattle and running away to somewhere else, but that would require you to find someone who wanted to do that with you in the first place. ‘Maybe Abby would want to? Pfft, probably not. She’s my dad’s favorite warrior.’

You stopped by your apartment, greeting Ruelle before showering and getting changed into something more comfortable. You were planning on being there for some time to make sure she ate, so you went with sweats and a comfy t-shirt. With a cheeky grin from Rue and a roll of your eyes, you left the apartment and headed for Abby’s end of the building. Since she was your father’s top runner, she was given a room in one of the more private areas of the compound. When you questioned your dad about it, he said that it was a good way to keep loyalty and reward it. If others see that Abby was getting better space, more access to things, and even your father’s confidence… that would encourage others to do the same. Manny was rooming with her because Abby requested it, and he was taking advantage of it from what you heard. ‘Here it is… and here we go…’ With a deep breath, you knock on the door, “Abby? It’s Y/n.” You wait for what feels like forever before the door opens, Abby partially hiding behind it. Your eyes widen when you see her. Instead of her hair being in its usual braid, it’s cascading down her back in long, messy blonde strands. Her face is flushed, her eyes dilated and slightly foggy, and her lips look swollen as if she’s been biting at them. All she was wearing is a t-shirt and a pair of boxers.

“Y/n.” Abby’s deep, husky voice makes your breath hitch, “I… didn’t expect you to stop by.” She glances down the hallway before making eye contact with you.

“Manny told me you were sick, so I wanted to come to check on you.” You smile at her, “If you’re okay with it, I’d like to hang out until you go to sleep. I want to make sure you have someone here with you in case something happens.” Abby stares at you for a moment, making you swallow nervously. She blinks and shakes her head, hesitantly stepping back into her apartment with an apologetic look.

“I’m sorry, Y/n. It’s not good for you to be here. Thank you for stopping by, but you should go.” Abby rushes out and goes to close the door.

“Wait!” You shout, slamming your hand against the door to stop her, “I don’t want you to be by yourself when you’re sick! Call me stupid, but I care about you and I don’t want you to-!!” You’re yanked into Abby’s apartment, taken by surprises as you’re whirled around and slammed into the door. ‘Holy shit!’

“Abby?!” You gasp, looking at her with wide eyes. She’s got you trapped between her and the door, staring you in the eyes with a hungry look.

“Damn it, Y/n.” Abby growls lowly, “You really want me to fuck you senseless, don’t you?”

“O-Owen told you about my crush?!” You squeak, feeling your face burn. Abby’s lips are on yours without a response, her arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you to her. It takes you a second to realize that she’s kissing you, but you’re kissing her back just as needily as you do. She lifts you off the ground, making you wrap your legs around her and you feel something press against your crotch. You’re carried over to her bed, breaking the kiss briefly so Abby can lay you down, and she’s on top of you the moment you are. You were a little embarrassed that a kiss was making you feel so hot, but her tongue in your mouth and the bulge in her pants rubbing against you was doing it for you.

You feel her hands at your waistband, tugging your pants and panties off at once and leaving you exposed to the cool air. You push her back and take a deep breath to get the air back in your lungs. In that short time, Abby takes off her shirt and has you salivating at the sight of her muscles and abs. She pulls you up and takes your shirt off, growling in appreciation at the sight. You let out a small groan as she rolls your nipples between her fingers, getting another growl from her. When you open your eyes, you gasp at the glowing gold that used to be Abby’s blue irises.

“A-Abby?” You stutter, grabbing her wrists, “What happened to your eyes?”

“I’m a werewolf.” Abby’s voice comes out rumbly, “And you have no idea how long I’ve been thinking about you like this. How long I’ve been trying to get you to mate with me.” She kisses your neck, making you tilt your head back.

“Mate?” Your eyes widen as she hums in response, too busy kissing down your body to give you a proper one, “Abby-” She huffs and looks up at you, making you swallow. Her eyes are dark with lust and you can see her impatience as she takes off her boxers. You’re not sure what sound comes out of your mouth as her penis springs free and you get an eyeful of it. ‘That’s not something a human has.’ You think in shock. Her penis is huge, definitely bigger than a normal human’s, and leaking strands of precum. It’s a soft pink as it pushes out of its sheath and your breath catches in your throat. ‘She wants to put that in me?’ You blush furiously.

You open your mouth to say something but Abby’s back to kissing you. This one was rough and desperate, meant to distract you from the impending intrusion and it almost does. Abby’s cock head is hot and very slick when it touches your slit and you’re aware of every inch as she pushes into you. She’s hot, making your pussy feel warmer than normal while easing the ache you had. A whimper leaves your lips as she stretches you out, moving a little to get a feel for you.

“God.” Abby groans, rotating her hips, “So soft. So wet. So breedable. I need to get my pups into you.” She mumbles by your ear, grabbing your hips in her hands. ‘Pups?!’

“Wait, wait, wait- Abby!” You gasp as Abby thrusts into you and hits your cervix. With a deep growl, Abby starts fucking you like you’re a bitch in heat. Her thrusts are punishing, driven by her instincts, and done with the purpose of breeding you. You couldn’t say that you didn’t like it because you absolutely did. It was pleasurable to you, especially as Abby groans out how you’ll be the best mate and she’ll take care of you and your pups. She had you digging your fingers into her thick muscles to support yourself as she drilled into you.

Surprisingly, your orgasm rose steadily and you were moaning out her name as the pressure became unbearable. A few more thrusts resulted in you cumming, your pussy squeezing her cock as tight as it can and making the pleasure spike. You let out a strangled moan it mixing with a shout as a sharp pain burst from within your abdomen. You feel Abby sink in deeper, startling you as something pushes against your slit, stretching you a tad wider than comfortable. The sting lasts for no longer than thirty seconds before whatever it was pops into you. Abby growls, opening her mouth and allowing you to see her large fangs before she’s biting into your shoulder. You scream as the spot where she bit you burns as if you poured hot oil onto your skin. A cool tongue bushes other the area but you thrash around as the burning feeling travels up your arm.

You weren’t sure how long you had blacked out, but when you came to you met Abby’s golden eyes. Your gaze went down to where you and Abby were attached in shock. ‘She knotted me.’ Your mind started racing as a deep blush crossed your cheeks at the realization. Abby intended on getting you pregnant and as you’re able to process what she said, it’s something that she’s been thinking about for months.

“Are you okay, baby?” Abby looks at you in worry, her hands rubbing your hips to get your attention, “You’re quiet.”

“...Why me?” You whisper, “Why mate me?”

“I fell in love with you.” Abby’s eyes soften, “I knew you liked me, but I wanted it to be your decision to approach me. And, honestly, what’s not to love about you?” She starts rambling about everything she likes about you and it has you in awe. The two of you talk for hours, too deep in conversation to realize that it’s okay for the two of you to move apart. You didn’t expect to get with Abby like this, but you talk extensively about what’s going to happen when you get pregnant - because Abby refused to think that you wouldn’t be getting pregnant. What were your plans? What future did you imagine? What kind of parent would you want to be?

Two weeks later, you were early to the kennel so you could take Poppy out. Abby’s bite had turned you into a werewolf, causing her eyes to go red while yours presented gold. She had taken the time to explain everything and try to help you acclimate to the changes. You were surprised to find out that you could understand the dogs way better. Their whines, barks, growls, and even their silent cues. Poppy had freaked out, knocking you over in her excitement when she realized that you were like her. She did the same thing when Abby showed up and she connected the dots that you were mated. You had dissolved into giggles as she jumped between licking you and your mate and sprinting up and down the stretch. Zeta - Abby’s dog - did the same thing.

Poppy was sitting by the door when you got there and she yipped happily. You smile to yourself, opening the cage and taking her out. You were surprised by how affectionate Poppy was with you, especially when you were sitting down on the grass. She was quietly laying there with her head nuzzled against your stomach. It didn’t even occur to you that she was pointing out that you were pregnant until a week later. You woke up heavily nauseous one morning, too dizzy to get out of bed, and sobbed to Ruelle to help you to the hospital wing. She carefully supported you to the hospital where Nora was the one to receive you.

Nora asks you how you were feeling and you told her. She nods her head and writes it down before starting to question you. You go through them pretty quickly, but freeze when she asks if you’ve been sexually active. You slowly nod your head and she raises an eyebrow at your reaction.

“Y/n…” Nora says cautiously, “Could you be pregnant? When was your last cycle supposed to be?”

“Last week.” You smile sheepishly, “It’s consistent. No irregularities.”

“And you had unprotected sex within the last four weeks?”

“Yeah.” You say, your voice going up in pitch from embarrassment.

“Okay, I’ll have you take a pregnancy test.” She motions to the closed door to your right, “I’ll take a small amount of your blood, and I can test it here. Since you’re still feeling nauseous, you can rest until it’s ready.” You nod and she does what she says. You lay down and end up falling asleep only to be woken up by Nora softly calling your name. Thankfully, as you sit up, your nausea is gone so you’re able to focus.

“Your test result came back positive.” Nora says gently, “Do you know who the father might be?”

“Mother.” You correct her, your heartbeat picking up, “And yes, I do.”

“Who is it?” Nora asks, checking the bandage on your arm.

“...You can’t tell anyone, Nora. Please. Not even my father. Don’t even write this down in my records until it’s necessary.” You stress to her. Nora meets your eyes, concern in them as she puts her pen down.

“Okay. Confidential until you start showing, then.” Nora nods, “Tell me.”

“Abby.” You rub your hands onto your pants, “The mother is Abby.”

“Oh.” Nora blinks, “I can see why you want to keep this confidential… Okay, I can do that.”

“You’re serious?” You smile happily, relief flooding your system.

“I’m serious. Abby is one of my closest friends, and I can misdiagnose someone. Periods can be horrible for a lot of women.” Nora shrugs, winking at you. You grin at her.

When you leave the hospital wing, you pass Mel on the way in and give her a quick smile. She wasn’t your favorite person after some of the things your mate has told you. By the time you’re leaving, it’s almost lunchtime in your area so you head to the cafeteria to eat. You haven’t had anything since you woke up this more so you were starving. ‘I’ll be eating for two. This is… This is surreal.’ You think to yourself as you head down.

“Y/n!” Ruelle exclaims when you come inside. You wave at her and grab your food, pausing when you see Abby’s crew come into the cafeteria. Normally your mate’s scent would help you relax but nervous butterflies swarm your stomach instead. The moment your scent reached her, she’d be able to tell, and her finding out in front of a crowd is not what you planned. So, you rushed over to the table and squished yourself between Ruelle and Jasmine.

“Rue told us about what happened this morning.” Aden frowns, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I was really nauseous and thought I was sick. The nurse that helped me said it was just post-menstrual stuff.”

“Ugh, periods suck.” Molly huffs, “I’m so glad that mine is going to be over tomorrow.”

“Um, Y/n.” Tilly’s eyes widen, “Don’t turn around but Abby is walking this way!”

“What?” You blink, your mate’s scent flooding your nose before you feel a hand on your shoulder. You look up into her eyes seeing some red starting to creep in as she grins at you.

“Can we talk?” Abby’s eyes sparkle in joy, “Now?”

“Yeah.” You smile, getting up from the bench. Abby grabs your hand and leads you out of the cafeteria, down the hall, and ushers you into the empty music room.

“You’re pregnant!” Abby shouts, wrapping you up in a hug, “Oh, my god you’re pregnant!” She kisses you, rocking your body side to side.

“Surprise?” You giggle, “I found out this morning. I was going to tell you later, but I didn’t expect to see you at lunch today.”

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.” Abby bites her lip, “They found him. Joel… The guy who killed my father. He’s living in a town called Jackson in Wyoming.”

“Oh…” You breathe out, nervous once again. You knew about your mate’s quest for revenge but you didn’t expect this to come around so soon. ‘I’m pregnant now. What is she going to do?’

“I’m conflicted now.” Abby sighs, “I’ve been planning for this revenge for years. But, you’re pregnant and now I’ll have a family to look after. If I go and kill this man… who’s to say someone else won't come back for revenge as I did. I just- I need to know why he did it. Why my father? He wasn’t hurting anyone.”

“Why don’t we go?” You grab her hands and look into her eyes, “Instead of the whole murder plan… Why don’t we talk to him and find out what happened? Because you’re right, you will have a family to worry about in nine months. And truthfully, I don’t want to stay here. Tensions between us and the Scars are getting worse, my father is losing his mind, and I don’t want to be here when everything goes to shit.”

“So we just waltz up to their front door and ask for him?” Abby raises an eyebrow.

“What was your plan going to be when you got there? Throw a molotov into the town?” You joke, making your mate roll her eyes.

“Are you sure that’s what you want to do?” Abby brushes your hair back, knitting her eyebrows in concern.

“It is. Besides, I’ll get to shift into my werewolf form and it won’t be in your apartment.” You kiss her cheek, “You deserve answers and I want to get the hell out of here.”

“Okay.” Abby nods, “How are we doing this?”

“Baby… I’m the daughter of leader of the WLF. You let me worry about getting things set up, and you just show up at the places I tell you to.” You smirk, making Abby blink in surprise, “We’re also bringing Poppy and Zeta, I hope you know that.”

“They’re part of the pack.” Abby huffs, “I’d never let you leave them behind.”

“Good.” You kiss her deeply, “Let’s get ready to leave this place.”

True to your word, you took care of it. You gathered everything that you’d need for the trip: med-kit, weapons, food, clothes, and a map. During the night, no one questioned you as you walked around or and you knew where to go to avoid people. The perks of growing up here and being able to see all of your dad’s plans made things easier. You had asked Abby if anyone else knew about where Joel was located and she said no. The informant was an ex-Firefly and she had made sure to kill the person after they told her. You had raised an eyebrow at that and she shrugged saying that she knew they didn’t have anyone else, which is why he was an informant.

You were ready to go in a week and then came the hard part of sneaking out. You gave no hints that you were leaving, and Abby was the first one to leave the compound with Zeta. She hitched a ride with some people going up to the News Station so she’d be close to the meetup point. No one would bat an eye at her heading out randomly, especially not with the high tensions going on. Your father had given her free rein, and you felt a little bad taking advantage of that. But, his mind has been consumed by the Scars. You knew that there’d be a war soon, and you didn’t want to be around when it started. You have a family of your own to protect.

The way you left was carefully planned. There was a group going up to the elementary school to visit the kids. You requested to join, saying that you wanted to bring some cheer with Poppy and they were happy to let you come. You spent the day there, talking with the younger kids and letting them play with your dog. Early in the morning, you pulled your bag from inside the truck - smirking to yourself at their stupidity - and left. The plan was to meet Abby at the highway gate and follow the road out. When you got there, your mate swept you off your feet and kissed you like you’ve been gone for years. She grumbled and complained that she was worried about you and she refused to split up again. You opened the gate as she did, slipping through and watching it fall shut behind you.

“Are you ready?” Abby grabs your hand, gently turning your face from the gate.

“Am I ready to leave my whole life behind to make a new one wherever that may be?” You grin at her, “Yes. I am.” Abby starts walking with you, Poppy and Zeta remaining as close to you as possible since you’re the pregnant one. You were nervous but you were also excited. Unlike Abby, you’ve never left Seattle. All you’ve known is that place while you heard that she’s been all over the country. Perks of being a Firefly when they were still active.

“I hope you know that I’m doing this because I love you.” You kiss Abby’s cheek.

“I know you are.” Abby kisses yours back, “You’ll really get a chance to see what being a werewolf is like. My dad and I used to run through any forests or woods nearby and go crazy. Hunting was the fun part. There’s no thrill like chasing a deer and then- I’m rambling again, aren’t I?”

“You are.” You chuckle, “But, it’s cute.”

“Are we really going to Jackson to speak with my father’s murderer?” Abby gives you a look.

“No, I just want to check out the place. I heard that they have great food.” You say seriously, making your mate snort.

“Thank you… for giving me another option. It wasn’t until I realized that I had something to lose that I… figured out revenge might not be the best approach.” Abby sighs.

“Well, now you’ll get the answers you need… and hopefully we’ll have a new place to call our home.” You smile at her.

“So really, what’s the plan?” Abby raises an eyebrow at you.

“Approach the gate and ask for a place to stay.” You shrug, “By the time we get there I’ll be… three months pregnant, maybe four if we go slow. Ask to spend a night or two, you request to talk to Joel and go from there. If we have to leave, there are thousands of houses we can stay in and make a home. Oh! We could have a farm! Let’s get a farm house!”

“A farm house?” Abby smiles in amusement.

“Yeah, you know I’m tired of the city life.” You joke, “We can raise goats or chickens, have a little garden and the girls would be excellent farm dogs.” You pause when you see Abby staring at you.

“What?” You tilt your head.

“Nothing. I’m just thinking how about many people I nearly killed to get to you.” Abby hums.

“We need to talk about that.” You huff.

“Do we?” Abby glances at you.

“Yes!” You poke her.

“It’s a werewolf thing.” Abby shrugs.

“You can’t pass everything off as a werewolf thing!” You whine. Abby stops walking, grabs your chin and kisses you.

“Sorry, baby… it’s a werewolf thing.” She repeats again, making you groan.

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staygoldwriting · 2 years ago

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can you do one where the reader always says hi to eddie when they go to class but they never have a conversation. he begins to wonder why she does that and she just says something like “no one ever does and you deserve to be told hello” idk if this request will give you any inspo but it was a thought!

Hello! This is such an adorable request, I absolutely loved writing it! I hope you enjoy it, and please let me know what you think! As always, please show love and support 🤗💕

Word count: 849

Warnings: none, just fluff!

For @stardustmunson ✨

🎒 Locker Buddy

Rain was pelting down as you pulled your raincoat on before exiting your car. Rushing into Hawkins High, you tried not to get any rain on your face, holding your backpack close to your chest to keep your papers from getting wet too. Walking down the hall, everyone was recovering from the rain: some closing umbrellas, some folding raincoats, and others shaking like wet dogs, spraying passerby with the accumulated rain in their hair. You chuckled as you arrived at your locker, opening it and organizing yourself. As you did so, your “locker buddy,” as you called him to yourself, Eddie Munson, walked up and opened his locker, a wet textbook in his hand, probably used to guard himself from the rain. You smiled brightly as you turned to him.

“Good morning,” you said.

“Morning,” Eddie said suspiciously as you remained smiling at him.

“Stay dry,” you said, closing your locker and walking to class.

🎒

The next day, it was raining even more than usual. Grabbing your rain boots, you slipped them on and placed your sneakers in your backpack, planning to change when you got to your locker.

Arriving once again at your locker, this time late, Eddie was there before you, closing an umbrella awkwardly and shoving it into his locker. Shaking the rain off his hands, he looked through his books to see what he’d need for the first few periods. You threw some books into your locker and then leaned against it to change your shoes. You saw Eddie look over at you and chuckle as you tripped, almost falling over trying to get your second yellow rain boot off.

“Hey, Eddie,” you laughed as you slipped your sneakers on. “Weather’s throwing me off a bit! Hope your day goes better than mine.”

You patted his shoulder as you rushed to class, no time to hear his response or see him blushing.

🎒

You strolled into school, unbuttoning your jacket, and as you sorted your books, Eddie spied you. He had already been by his locker, so he decided to pass by slowly but not stop, just as a test. You caught a glimpse of him as he walked by, and you called over to him.

“Morning, Eddie! Have a good day!” you said cheerily, making him turn.

“Morning, Y/N!” he yelled, then turned back, smiling to himself.

“Why are you saying good morning to that freak?” a random junior asked.

“He’s not a freak,” you replied, slamming your locker and walking away.

🎒

Morning after morning, you never missed greeting Eddie at your locker or somewhere in between. You found yourself boosted through these interactions which soon became a morning tradition and mood-lifter. When Eddie missed school or was late, your day felt off, unable to share a little positivity to brighten the start of your day.

Eddie felt the same way. You had noticed how he had grown happier and more comfortable with you. What was once a grumbled “Morning” was now a full greeting, a “Good morning, Y/N, have a great day” with a smile. Eventually, you two ended up waiting for each other, greeting one another, then walking down the hall together wordlessly. It was comfortable, but neither of you could deny that you both stole glances of each other, smiling and blushing, hands swinging close by each other, not quite touching, but sometimes bumping together.

One day, Eddie decided to ask you the question that had been circulating in his mind constantly, the overwhelming thought that distracted him in classes, Hellfire, even at home. As you walked up to your locker, he took his chance.

“Good morning, Eddie,” you smiled softly.

“Morning, Y/N,” he replied. “Hey, Y/N?”

“Yes?” you asked, turning to him.

“Why do you say good morning to me all the time?”

“Because you deserve a morning greeting like everyone else,” you replied simply. “I noticed a while ago that people don’t say hi to you, and that’s not right or fair. You may be different from the other students here, but you’re still a human who deserves kindness. So, I decided to say good morning to you in hopes that it boosts you the way it boosts me.”

“Well, thanks,” Eddie said, shoving his hands in his pockets, “but why don’t you ever say anything to me afterward?”

“I didn’t think you’d want to keep talking to me,” you laughed, surprised that today’s conversation was this long.

“I like talking to you,” Eddie said quickly, making eye contact with you.

“Well, um, good,” you stuttered, breaking eye contact and blushing. “I like talking to you too.”

“Do you, maybe, want to talk more at lunch?” Eddie shrugged.

“Yes, I’d like that,” you said, smiling up at him. He smiled back, blushing.

“Good, me too,” he said slowly. “Shall we?” he asked, pointing to the hall.

“Yeah, I don’t want to be late for Mrs. Smith’s again,” you said, joining him.

As you walked down the hall, Eddie’s and your hands did their usual accidental bump, but this time, you let your fingers intertwine with his.

🎒❤️

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avtrbee · 3 years ago

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summary: nobara and itadori asks megumi about the biggest fight y/n and gojo ever had

tw: abandonment issues (?)

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It seemed like the entire Jujutsu High School seemed to freeze in cold when Y/N and Gojo-sensei walked past each other near the training grounds. They were usually attached at the hip in the school as both were teachers and...well, they were married. They looked like lovesick fools on campus, but mainly Gojo sneaking kisses at any chance he got and Y/N silently letting him. No one missed the small smile of fondness on Y/N’s face every time.

“Oi,” whispered Itadori, nudging his shoulder. “Will they be okay? Y/N-sensei’s face looks so cold.”

“Yeah,” agreed Megumi without hesitation. This wasn’t his first experience of seeing a lovers quarrel- they practically raised him after all. He and Tsumiki always had the front row seats on Gojo’s tantrums and Y/N’s stubbornness. “They’ll get over it.”

“Hah?” Nobara poked his shoulder. “You seem pretty confident, Fushiguro.”

“Well, it’s not like this was their worst fight…”

“Huh, I never knew them to fight frequently. They always looked so in love that fighting seemed out of the picture. What was their worst fight like Megumi? Were you there?” asked Itadori.

Oh, he was there. He remembered every second of the week-long fight- the longest it ever lasted. Megumi didn’t even remember what it was about- the laundry? Stress? He really didn’t care about the specifics. From that point, Megumi has seen Y/N and Gojo have little arguments with a few ending up in screaming matches. They were always mindful to scream when he and Tsumiki were out of earshot, but they caught bits and pieces nonetheless. They were always greeted with a sleeping Y/N cuddled up with Gojo on their sofa the next day, anyway.

But this...this was something else. It was serious. It got so bad that Gojo even packed up a suitcase filled with his clothes and slammed their front door, going away from who knows where.

The house felt frozen like it was winter, similar to how Jujutsu Highschool felt now. All three of them looked at the door silently, expecting, praying, that Gojo would come back with a goofy smile calling his actions a prank, making everyone sigh in relief. But a few minutes passed by, and the door still hadn't opened.

It was Tsumiki that broke the deafening silence first. “Will- will you l-leave too, Y/N-san?”

Megumi and Y/N’s heads whipped to the girl. Tsumiki, always the bigger sister, was trying to keep a straight face, quickly wiping away the tears that were falling down her cheeks. There was a smile on her face as if trying to convince everyone that it's okay- it’s okay if Y/N leaves. Just like her mom, just like his dad. Y/N walked three great strides towards his sister and shoved her a little too aggressively to her stomach.

“No.” she croaked. Y/N raised her head to look away from them, presumably to cry. She never liked crying, much more people seeing her cry.

Megumi has always looked at Tsumiki as the older sister she was, always caring for him, fussing around him with a motherlike intent. But the sight of Tsumiki’s arms tightly secured around Y/N’s waist while sobbing into her shirt was the youngest Megumi has ever seen his sister.

He gets it. He does. Megumi might be nine but he was the first to realize that his dad and Tsumiki’s mom were never coming back. He realized this quickly, too. The slam of the door, a parental figure walking past without ever looking back...he and Tsumiki have seen this sight way too many times.

There was anger in his chest, both directed at himself and at Gojo. Did he trust too quickly? It was only two years since Y/N and Gojo took them out of the cramped apartment they called home, two years since he’s been eating take out and home-cooked meals for dinner instead of leftovers of a restaurant, two years since he and Tsumiki hadn’t slept on a thin mattress on the floor. He got too complacent, and this is where it got him.

Megumi’s heart ached, and all he feels is anger- anger towards Gojo for leaving, anger towards Tsumiki for caring, and anger towards Y/N for taking them in and making him trust again. He got too carried away with all the privileges and assurances they showered them with that Megumi didn’t even think it would go away. How stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

He’ll miss this, he thinks. Megumi will miss coming home to an occasional hot meal that Y/N would cook if she arrived home early. He would miss the weekly shopping trips they would go to- Megumi barely wanted anything, content at staring at the stores and observing Tsumiki and Gojo buy clothes for everyone. Megumi would miss Disneyland- he had only been there once but Gojo saw the excitement in his and Tsumiki’s eyes that he promised he’ll take them there again. He would miss Gojo carrying him out of spite, despite being too tall and holding his hand as they walked to stores despite him acting like he hated every second of it. He’ll miss the way his heart would swell every time an old lady would call them a cute family and the way-

“Megumi.” His head snapped to Y/N whose eyes were red and sad. “You’re crying.”

Megumi lifted his palm to hold his cheek and sure enough, he managed to catch a tear from rolling down his chin. He didn’t even realize he was crying, which made him angrier. He wanted to tear this place he called home for two years apart with one of his dogs, leave and never come back-

From Y/N’s stomach, Tsumiki peaked at him and held out her hand. Y/N placed a comforting hand on her head before giving Megumi a sad smile. It was then Megumi let all of his anger flow through his tears, he was ashamed of even thinking of leaving- Y/N just said she wouldn’t leave them, and he believed her. He felt more tears roll down his cheeks and he let himself wail, scream, and shout for the entire world to hear. He ran like a child to Tsumiki’s hands and to Y/N’s comforting hug and screamed more.

He didn’t know how long they cried together but at the end of the night, they were all tucked in a corner, Tsumiki and Megumi snuggled at Y/N’s sides.

They were comfortable at that, but Y/N insisted on getting up and getting ready for bed. She ushered the both of them to the shower and brushed her teeth with them. There was silence as they did their tasks, exhausted from silently crying and Megumi from throwing a fit with his wails.

It wasn’t until Tsumiki was buttoning the last button of his pajamas when they heard their doorbell ring an absurd amount of times. It didn’t have the intention to stop until someone opened the door.

“I’ll get it,” announced Y/N, her voice croaking from disuse. Megumi remembered watching Y/N figure walk to their doorway, then finally opening the door.

Behind it was Gojo with eyes as red as theirs, holding a bouquet of flowers on one hand and two paper bags on the other. He raised his gifts to them with shaking hands.

Megumi would have laughed at his sight, Gojo had snot coming out of his nose, his eyes were filled with tears, lips trembling. But the fact that Gojo’s blindfold was off, giving an impression that Gojo was serious.

“I-“ Gojo sniffed. “I meant to come back earlier, I didn’t mean it- it’s just the higher-ups gave me a mission to Europe as soon as I closed the door-“ Gojo breathed deeply, eyes darting at the three of them. Behind him was the suitcase he packed, untouched on their doorstep.

“-I teleported, I finished it as soon as I could, and-“

“Fushiguro?”

Megumi flinched backward at the sudden sight of Itadori’s hand waving in front of his face. He was suddenly pulled out of his memory, blinking several times to adjust to his new reality. “Sorry, I spaced out…”

“Well?” Nobara prompted, putting her hands on her waist. “What was their biggest fight?”

The expression on her face was similar to those she wore before she threw a fit of impatience. He wasn’t really in a mood to explicitly describe the emotional toll their fight took from all of them, nor was he willing to suddenly open up about his abandonment issues and how a Gojo going out and not coming back until three hours later triggered something in him and Tsumiki. After Y/N hugged Gojo, Megumi remembered racing against Tsumiki towards the white-haired man at their door, each of them clutching one of his legs.

Megumi trusts Itadori and Nobara...he just wasn’t there yet. He’ll tell them someday he thinks, he’ll tell them everything.

Megumi looked at Y/N and Gojo-sensei again and was pleased by what he saw. A small smile graced his face as he pointed towards the couple. “It ended just like that.”

Itadori and Nobara turned their heads towards the direction of the couple. From their position, they could see Gojo clutching a bouquet of flowers while audibly sobbing his apologies while Y/N tackled him into a hug.

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sprinklesofktrash · 3 years ago

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Endings, Beginnings- L. jeno

Pairing: Lee Jeno x fem reader ft. Mark!

Warnings: Angst, CEO! Jeno, Baby daddy! Jeno, motherhood, explicit language, soft Mark, nursing, doctors, mother reader, this is a soft one shot.

Word Count: 8.4k (Bear with me love)

Summary: Beginning of the college year, you fell in love with a boy. In which he became your first love. Years had passed, your daughter entered 1st grade. In which she became friends with a boy. The father of the boy was your first love.

A/N: To the person that gave me this great storyline, this one’s for you <3

“Grandma! I’m leaving!” You wave at your grandma who had to drop you off on your first move-in day. Your grandma wave bye as tears shed her eyes, watching you go so soon.

Your grandma has been taking care of you. Your mom died a few seconds after you were born. Which made your grieving father addicted to drugs and overdoses. Your grandma took care of you ever since.

As you excitedly enter your dorm room which is another girl. “Hi! I’m Moa” Your roommate excitedly introduces herself.

You smile, “y/n I’m happy we’re roommates!” You put your hand out for her to shake it but she pull in for a hug instead.

You laugh as you hug her back. You unpack your stuff from the boxes. “Hey! There’s a party for freshmen, do you want to come with me?” Moa put her phone up in your face showing the trending feed.

“Let’s go!” You smile. Moa claps her hands together and hugs you. You both shriek as she begins to talk about what she should wear.

You ended up wearing a sage green cami dress, matching it with white sandals. As you and Moa head towards the location, it was a big house with a lot of people. Their lawn was thrashed with empty cups, trash, food, condoms, and beer cans. You tried to avoid stepping on it as you and Moa head inside.

The place was filled with people partying and dancing to the beat of the song. Everyone had a red cup in their hand as Moa was greeted by her friends. You awkwardly stood by the door.

“Oh, this is y/n my roommate, y/n these are my friends, Anna and Mina” Moa introduced you to her friends. Your exchange handshakes as they smile. One of them glared at you as if you’re taking Moa away from her. She drags Moa from your sight as you awkwardly walk around the loud house.

You decided to grab a beer, tasting the bitter taste. You almost puke as you swallowed it in. You head to the backyard where there’s a lot of couples kissing and making out. There are few people in the pool despite the cold temperature. As the season changes from summer to fall.

You sat to the side away from people. You sigh and went on your phone. Scrolling through your Instagram feed.

“Is it okay if I sit here with you?” A voice spoke. You look up to see a pretty boy with black hair and metal wired rim glasses. You nodded and move to the side.

“It’s funny, my friend brought me here but I lost him” He chuckles, you look over to him, seeing how cute the way his nose crunches as he laughs and his eyes turn to the shape of the moon.

“You know what’s funny? My friend did that too” you laugh. He looks at you. At that moment you both knew you liked each other.

“I’m Jeno” He put out his hands for you to shake.

“Y/n” you shook his hand. Those soft hands.

You and Jeno begin dating the next day, he had asked you out before you left the party. Jeno had taken you to a good barbecue place and then went to a pet cafe where the two of you play with dogs while drinking coffee.

Jeno was studying business, he wanted to become a CEO after he finish school. You had told him you wanted to become a nurse.

The two of you were inseparable. He was your first love. He makes your heart skip a beat without having to try.

7 months into the relationship, you both had lost your virginity to each other. It was no surprise because you both were ready. Jeno made if you’re okay if he could pull out so you both could feel good.

That same night, Jeno had confessed to you how much you meant to him. “I love you so much” as he stroked your face naked in your bed.

Two weeks after you first, you and Jeno grew closer to each other. He became protective of you. He refuses to let you hang out with guys when he’s not there.

Your roommate had gotten pizza for dinner, as she open the box, you weren’t sure if it was the smell or the sight, you ran to the bathroom and threw up two times.

You washed your face and head back to the living room. Moa gave you a look. “What?” You asked as you lay down on the couch.

“You never throw up when you see or smell pizza…” she wondered. “Y/n have you had your period?” She asks.

“It was supposed to start three days ago but it didn’t come, why?” you ask. Moa put the pizza down and sat beside you.

“Baby, you might be pregnant” Moa looks down at your stomach and poke it. You shook her hand away.

“Don’t give any ideas, I was probably stressing which made my period late” you rolled your eyes. Although, you start stressing about a new problem. A baby.

“I suggest you get it checked. You and Jeno did have sex not long ago. Think about it” Moa exchange look between you and your stomach.

The next day, you had purchased a pregnancy test. You waited 30 minutes before knowing your result. You paced yourself around your dorm, thinking about the consequences if you ended up pregnant.

You weren’t even sure how to tell your grandma. Plus school, you weren’t sure if you’ll able to finish. Surprisingly, you haven’t gotten a text to Jeno at all today.

As your timer rang, you ran to the bathroom. Hand shook as you reach for the test. You close your eyes and turn the test again. You peek one eye open and the result says:

You covered your mouth and fell to the ground. You started crying. Your biggest fear. You reach for your phone and called Jeno. He didn’t answer so you spam his message still had no response.

You build the courage to get and tuck the test into your sweater. You made your way across campus to Jeno’s building. You knock two times on his door, his roommate Renjun opens the door.

“Hey, is Jeno here?” You ask, nervously gripping the test in your pocket.

“Y/n, I’m sorry but Jeno moved” Renjun open the door wider to show Jeno an empty bed and his size was empty.

“What do you mean?” You didn’t believe him.

“His parents got a job in Japan and he left this morning in a rush” Renjun explained. You started crying and fell to the ground. Renjun sigh and kneel in front of you trying to reassure you.

He didn’t text you.

He didn’t call you.

He left without a word.

The next day, heartbroken, you went to visit your grandma. You have to tell her, it doesn’t matter if she gets mad and hits you. You need the hit for being so stupid.

“Grandma…” she brought a glass of water to the table. She sat down in front of you, waiting for you to finish your sentence.

You got up and got down to your knees, “I deserve to die, I disappoint you, grandma. I’m so sorry” Your grandma look down at you as tears left your eyes.

“What are you saying?” She hiss. You sniffled back some tears and pull out the test from your pocket. Your grandma took it and look at the result. She raised her eyebrows.

She sigh and took off her glasses, “I knew this would happen, sit down my child” you slowly got up and sat down on the chair.

“I’m not mad at you just disappoint. It’ll happen one way or another right?” She chuckles. You didn’t expect her to react like this.

“Grandma?” You wanted her to tell you something.

“Listen y/n, it’s up to you to decide if you want to keep it. Whatever you decide I’ll support you” your grandma smile as she took your hand in hers.

You bit your lips, “I want to keep it” you look at your grandma as you touch your stomach.

“And have you thought about school?” Your grandma asks. You sigh and nodded.

“I’m going to keep going to school until I get this baby out. It won’t stop me from getting my degree” you told your grandma. Your grandma smiles and opens her arms for you to hug her. You walk over to her and give her a tight hug.

Your grandma touches your stomach, “she will be great for you.”

“She?” you questioned.

“I have a feeling” your grandma answered.

7 years later, your daughter is in 1st grade.

“Bye mama, love you, say hi to uncle Mark for me!” your daughter sends kisses as she steps outside the car. You send her kisses back as she walks inside the school. You sigh, you knew your daughter is growing up too fast.

You’re 26 now, you finished school just as you promised. You earned a Bachelor’s degree in Nursing. You became a surgical assistant registered nurse. Despite, everyone who didn’t support you when you were pregnant, It didn’t matter. Being pregnant with your first child was the best thing that could happen to you.

“Morning y/n! It’s Eun’s first day as a 1st grader right?” Mark asked as he saw you enter the front door. You smile and nodded.

“She’s growing up too fast” You pout. Mark laughs. Mark was a year older than you. He’s the owner of the hospital and he’s also a surgeon here.

You met Mark three years ago. The two of you got along over a patient you both attended. Mark had met Eun since she was four. Grandma had taught Eun to call Mark's uncle as a friendly gesture.

“Do you have surgery today?” You asked as you both enter your office. Mark picks up the heart and plays with it.

“Yeah and because I haven’t seen you for a while” He smiled, glancing at you. You put on your white coat and move it over your coat.

“Just admit it you miss seeing Eun” You rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, I miss her too” Mark admit but he didn’t deny that he misses you.

“Let’s go to dinner then, tonight, Eun wants to see you too. You have to listen to the lady now” You put in the password on your computer and let it log in. You lean back on your chair and wait for Mark’s answer.

“Okay, I’ll pick you both up” Mark put a thumbs up.

“We’ll be waiting” You smile at him. One of the OR nurses knocks on your door, both you and Mark turn to look at her.

“We’re ready for you, Doctor” She looks at Mark. Mark nodded, he put the heart back and wave you goodbye as he left your room. You noticed the nurse hasn’t gone yet.

“You know he likes you” She begin, you rolled your eyes. Here we go again. “Come on, you know he does. You are both single, he knows about Eun, Eun loves him, just get married already!” She exclaims.

“Nurse Yoo, you should never keep your doctor waiting” You tap your watch, trying to avoid what she had said. Nurse Yoo sighs as she closes your door.

Everyone at the hospital knows you and Mark have something going on, they are all rooting for the two of you to end up together. You always deny it because you already have enough to deal with work and put Eun first. You know deep inside of you, you weren’t ready to be in a relationship after your last one.

“Eun, Uncle Mark is taking us to dinner! What do you think?” You ask your daughter who was doing her homework as you work on your tablet.

“Will the dinner be good?” Eun asks as she continue doing her homework.

“When does uncle Mark disappoint us when it comes to food?” You look at your daughter. She stops writing and looks at you, “never.”

“See! Why don’t you get ready, he should be here any time soon. You can finish your homework after” Eun nodded as she skip upstairs to her room. You made your way to the kitchen where your grandma sat.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come?” You ask your grandma, stroking her arm.

“I’m an old lady, my feet hurt just by standing up” she hisses. You laugh and nod.

“Maybe it’s time you accept Mark into the family…” Your grandma hesitated at first. She knew you didn’t like to talk about this. You sigh and took a seat next to her.

“I’m not ready,” You told her.

“He’s been with you for three years! I like him, Eun likes him, he’s perfect for you. Why aren’t you letting him in?” Your grandma took your hands in hers.

“I’m scared” You whispered so Eun doesn’t hear you.

“Y/n, there’s nothing to be scared of. If you let him in slowly, your heart will open up to him” your grandma explains. You didn’t look at her. “Don’t tell me you’re waiting for him” she didn’t use his name but you knew who she was talking about.

You didn’t want to say yes but you also wanted to say no. Nothing came out of your mouth.

“It’s been 7 years, he hasn’t contacted you, he doesn’t even know about Eun. Let him go” Your grandma whispered as she squeezes your hands.

“I’m ready mama!” Eun stand in the middle of the living room in a cute little ruffled plaid dress and she paired it with white shoes.

“My daughter looks so cute” you went up to her and pinch her cheek.

“Wow Eun, you’re so pretty” your grandma praised. Eun giggled. The doorbell ring as Eun ran to go get it.

“Uncle Mark!” Eun cheered as she went in for a hug. She was so short, she was practically hugging his legs. You cannot help but smile at the sight. Mark was startled as he hugged Eun back and rub her back.

Your grandma had come to greet Mark. “Hi, grandma! How have you been?” He waved at her. Your grandma happily smiles as she waves back.

“I’ve been well Mark, I haven’t seen you in so long” she exclaims.

Mark laughed nervously, “I’m sorry, I had to work in Busan” mark scratched the back of his head. You picked up your bag and head to the door.

“You’re not coming grandma?” Mark questioned. Your grandma shooked her head no.

“I’m too tired, you three go ahead and have fun” she begins to shoo you guys out the door. You all waved by at her and got inside Mark’s black Range Rover.

“Hey” Mark finally greeted you as you put on your seat belt.

“Hi” you smile at him. The two of you stared at each other until you were interrupted when Eun ask Mark a question.

“Uncle Mark, what are we eating today?” She small voice spoke from the back.

“Hmm, what does Eun want to eat?” He taps his cheek with his index finger to show he’s thinking. You always knew Mark was the best around Eun. He’s got a fun personality that matches Eun in some way.

“I want steak!” Eun cheered which made you laugh.

“Eun wants steak? Then she’s going to get it!” Mark cheered. He put the car on the drive, “everyone’s seat belts on?” He asked, looking at you and then at Eun.

“Yes!” Both you and Eun cheered.

“Let’s get some steak!” Mark drove away.

As all three of you were eating, Eun choose to sit next to Mark. ‘You’re getting replaced’ you thought.

Mark helped Eun cut her meat into little pieces and now and then he’d wipe her mouth from the steak juice. It was a good sight to see.

“So Eun, how’s your first day?” You asked your daughter. Eun swallowed her steak as you and Mark wait for her answer.

“I made a new friend, he’s younger than me though, he’s in class sunshine” Eun drank her water.

“That’s your old kindergarten class right?” You asked. Eun shook her head yes.

“Is he nice to you?” You ask as you cut a piece of steak and put it in your mouth.

“No, he’s a cry baby. I was nice to him” Eun explained. Both you and Mark made eye contact and laugh.

“What? really?” You asked. Eun shook her head yes.

“He was crying on how he wanted to go home to his parents,” she says. You nodded.

“Well, at least you were nice to him” you respond. Mark looks at you, he notices there’s ketchup on your chin. He grabbed his rag and lean over the table to wipe it off.

It took you by surprise, the way Mark’s face got closer to you and how his fingers slightly touched your face. Your cheeks turned red as you look down at your lap.

“Uncle Mark, my mama is single, you should marry her” Eun spoke, breaking the awkward silence. You quickly look at Eun, in shock. Mark let out a nervous laugh and stroke her head.

“Well mama isn’t ready yet, we should wait for her” Mark whispered into Eun’s ear, earning a giggle from her.

You narrow your eyebrows wondering what he whispered about. Mark raise his eyebrows and told you to eat.

After eating, Eun wanted ice cream so Mark had gotten her ice cream from the stand. As Eun ran off to play in the park, you and Mark sat down on the bench.

You notice Mark was holding her ice cream, “I’ll hold that” you reach over to take it from him but he moves it farther. His face was a few centimeters away from you.

“It’s fine” he responded. You straighten your posture as you both watch Eun running around the playground.

“You know,” Mark starts. You look at him, “I’ll wait for you. Even if you are not ready” he said.

You watch his eyes sparkling under the moonlight, his blonde hair moving as the wind passes over the two of you. Your hair ended up over your lips so Mark reach down and remove it, tucking it in behind your ear.

“Mark I-“ your daughter cut you off by sitting in between the two of you. She grabbed her ice cream from Mark’s hand and begin licking it. Mark laughs as he rubs Eun’s head.

“Can we go home? I’m tired” Eun rub her eyes. Mark agreed.

“Let’s go home” Mark stands up and the two of them walk over to his car. You saw your daughter hold Mark’s hand. Mark and her skip to his car while you catch on with them.

As you arrive at your house, Mark opened the door for both of you. He bid Eun goodbye with a wave. “You're not sleeping over?” She asked him.

You and Mark exchange laugh. “No, Uncle Mark has his place,” You told your daughter. She pout and hugged Mark, which he happily hug her back.

“Thank you for the meal Uncle Mark, I had fun with you” she heads inside the house. You turn to face Mark who had his hands inside his pocket.

You thought about it, you might as well give it a try.

“Thank you for today, thank you for being so kind to Eun, she like you” You let out a nervous laugh.

“I like Eun, you raised a pretty good daughter all on your own” Mark complimented you. You had told him about the story during your college years. You were glad he didn’t judge you.

“Mark, I-I” you stutter. You took a deep breath in and said, “I’ll give this a try.”

Mark never thought you would say that. After waiting for two years for you, you had finally told him you’re ready.

“Are you sure? Don’t rush this, just think about it” Mark defended. You laugh and hug him. He was shocked, he didn’t expect a hug from you.

“I’m sure about this” You nodded on his shoulder. Mark hugs you back, embracing you tightly.

You pulled away, “I should get back inside, I have to put Eun to sleep” you pointed at your door. Mark nodded, he leans in and kiss your cheek. That you didn’t expect.

“We did it, grandma,” Eun said as she and your grandma peep outside the window. Eun and your grandma's fist bump each other.

“Go upstairs before your mom catches you!“ Your grandma said as Eun hurried upstairs.

You entered the house with a big smile on your face. Your grandma walks in on you. You quickly stop smiling.

“Why are you smiling? Did something happen?” She asks suspiciously. You shook your head no.

“No, I got to put Eun to bed, night” you hurried upstairs. Your grandma smile as she locks the front door.

You were reviewing some notes with the other nurses when you got a call from the school. You answered your phone worriedly. “Hello?” You answered.

“Ms. Y/n, hi, I’m the nurse of your daughter’s school. Your daughter, Eun, during playtime, Eun got pushed down the small playground-“ you cut her off.

“Is she okay? Is she hurt?” You asked worriedly.

“Yes, she’s fine. She’s in my office right now, she only has a scrape on her knee and elbow” The nurse responded.

“Does she need to be picked up?“ you asked.

“Eun wishes stay in school, I’ll put her on the phone for you” the nurse handed the phone to Eun.

“Eun, honey, are you okay?” You asked, you tried your best not to sound distressed.

“I’m fine, can I stay in school? My teacher is handing out cupcakes later” Eun beg. You smile on the phone.

“Okay baby, who pushed you?” You asked.

“The kindergartener” Eun responded. You pinch the bridge of your nose.

“Okay baby, I’ll pick you up after school okay?” You told your daughter.

“Okay, bye mama” was the last thing your daughter said before she handed the phone back to the nurse.

“Thank you for reaching out to me,” you told the nurse.

“It was no problem, is there anything I can help you with?” She asked one more time.

“No thank you nurse” with that you hung up your phone. You walk back to the other nurses. They had asked you what happened and so you explained.

With a soft knock on your door, Mark entered and close the door behind him. You sigh when you saw a friendly face.

“I heard what happened, is Eun okay?” Mark asked worriedly as he sat on the chair. You hold his hand and nodded.

“The boy she was being nice to pushed her in the playground, she only has a few scrapes but she’s fine” you sigh. Mark caress your hand to calm you down.

“I’m going to her school and talk to the kid’s parents,” you said. Mark nodded in agreement.

“Do you want me to come with you?” He asked.

You pout and nod, “in case I go crazy” you laugh. Mark chuckle.

“I’m here for you” he smiles. You were glad he was.

As you patiently waited for your daughter to get out of her class, you always wait for her in the same spot. You didn’t have time to change out of your scrubs so you came with it on.

“Mama! Uncle Mark!” Eun smile when he saw the two of you come together. Mark wave at her as she hugged him. You saw he ripped legging where she ripped after falling.

“Let’s go, I have to talk to the kid’s parents,” you said as you lead your way to Eun’s old classroom.

“Eun which one is him?” You asked. Your daughter search around at the kid and pointed at a particular one.

Great, he’s with his dad.

“Um, excuse me, I would like to talk to you about your son. My daughter had been nothing but nice to your son and I got a call from the nurse saying he pushed her on the playground” you tried to get the dad’s attention but he was too busy tieing his son’s shoes.

“Well maybe if your daughter stops being so nice-“ he stood up, making eye contact with you. He stop at his sentence when he saw your face.

You stumbled back. “J-Jeno?” That was all you could say. Mark walks over to your side and holds you. “Y/n, you okay?” Mark asked. He looks at him and then back at you. He assumes you both know each other.

Jeno look at Mark and down at your daughter who was holding his hand. Mark glared at the guy and move his hand over to cover Eun’s face. Then, his eyes landed back on you.

The same Jeno who you fell in love with all those years ago is standing in front of you. The same Jeno that left you without a word.

“Y/n! I-“ you took Mark’s hand and walk away from Jeno. As you hurriedly walk back to the back, Mark looks at you worriedly.

“Who is he?” Mark whispered. You look at Eun who was listening.

“Let’s go to the park yeah?” You smile at your daughter. She cheered. Mark got the hint and drove to the closest park.

As your daughter plays around the park with the other kid’s you and Mark talk. “I can’t believe he was right there! I thought he moved to Japan!” You exclaim.

Mark took your hands to calm you down. He gulps, not knowing what will happen now that the father of your daughter has come back from Japan.

“And he had a kid?! What the fuck is going on Mark?” You gasp for air. Mark quickly moves to your side and pulls you into his arms. You rest your head on his chest and he rubs your back.

“Hey, hey, one problem at a time” he hushes you. You felt a tear spill from your eyes.

“Everything will be okay, everything will be okay” Mark didn’t know if he was telling you that or he was telling himself there.

Neither of you wasn’t sure that day.

After you drop your daughter off, a car cuts you off and stops in the middle of the road. Earning honks of the cars behind you. The owner of the car got out, revealing Jeno. He made his way to your car and told you to put your window down.

“Are you fucking crazy?! We’re in the middle of the road!” You yelled at him.

“I don’t care! I need to talk to you!” He yelled back. You sigh and nodded. You only agreed because of the cars honking.

“Follow me” he demand and went back to his car. You had the chance to drive away but you followed him.

As your coffees arrive, Jeno had not said one word. He was just staring at you. You look at his outfit, you guessed he became a CEO after all. You saw the silver ring on his wedding finger. Your heart sunk.

He’s married now.

“You wanted to talk, so talk!” You said rudely. Jeno sigh.

“Are you married now? Who was the guy? Is that your daughter with him?” he asks a question after another one. You scoff.

“Since when you care about my life, I mean you did leave without a word” You cross your arms.

“What? Are you going to answer my questions?” He boomed.

“Don’t worry about it, don’t worry about and the answer to the last question is don’t worry about it” you fake a smile.

“Your daughter…how old is she?” He asked. You cleared your throat and fix your posture.

“Why do you care?” You asked him.

“Is she mine?” He asks.

You scoff, “you don’t get to come to after 7 years and ask me if she’s your daughter!” You slam the table, earning looks from the customers.

“My son said the girl that helped him was in 1st grade, so I assume she’s either 6 or 7,” Jeno said. You look at Jeno. He still look the same but his voice got deeper, his chest got bigger, he’s matured. He looked great.

“So he is your son, I see you married too!” You exclaim, pointing at his ring. “How’s your wife? Did she know you talking to me right now” You look away?

“Y/n please, answer me” Jeno beg.

“No, there’s nothing to say. I’m sorry I can’t do this. I have to get to work” You pick up your stuff and walk back to your car.

You tried to do some work but your mind wasn’t in the right place. Every time you tried to focus you think of Jeno. How good-looking he was. How he doesn’t wear that glasses anymore, how his voice got deeper and how his hands have gotten bigger. Those hands. The same hands that held you when you both were together. The same hand that wandered you back on your first time with him. How he touches your body passionately, how his voice moans into your ear.

“Y/n?” Mark called your name as you snap out of your thoughts. “Are you okay? Your face is red” he pointed at your face as he take the empty seat in front of you. You touch your face, it was hot.

“You talked to him?” Mark asks softly, fiddling with his fingers. You nodded.

“It wasn’t much of a reunion, he kept asking if Eun was his but I kept dodging it” You groan as you lay your head on the desk.

“You’re not ready to tell him?” Mark asks. He felt jealous build up. He wanted you, he loves you. He knows he can’t beat your first love when he knows you’re still hung upon him.

“I don’t know, Eun could ask about her dad any time and when that time comes, I don’t know if I’m able to tell her that her dad left me” You cried Mark walks over to you and pull you into his arm. You wrap your arms around his torso.

“It’ll be okay” Mark hushes you. You wipe your tears.

“Mark, you smell good” You laugh against his chest. Mark pulls you away to look at your face.

“Thanks” He smiles. His heart skip a beat, having your face so close to him.

A few days had gone past, Jeno became curious. That day he saw your daughter standing alone waiting for you to pick her up.

“Hi!” Jeno kneels in front of Eun. Eun steps back, not knowing him.

“It’s okay, I’m your mother’s friend” Jeno gave her a warm smile.

“What’s your name?” Jeno asks as Eun looks around.

“It’s Eun” she responds. Jeno nodded.

“You have a pretty name for a pretty girl” Jeno chuckle. Eun plays with the hem of the sweater.

“Thank you, my mama said Eun means kindness” Eun's small voice spoke. Jeno chuckle.

“Where are you, mom? Or dad?” Jeno asks, wondering if the guy who came with you the other day was Eun’s dad.

“My mama is on her way here” Eun explains. Jeno nodded.

“Your dad?” He asked.

Eun shook her head, “I don’t have one” she said.

“You so smart” Jeno chuckles as he pats her head.

“I got it from my mama” she smiles. Jeno's heart drop when he saw himself in her. The way her eyes turn into the shape of the moon when she smiles.

“Eun!” You called your daughter. She look over to you and ran towards you. She gave you a hug and his behind you.

“Jeno, I told you-“ he cut you off.

“Y/n, she looks like me” Jeno whispered, looking down at Eun and back at you.

“Please, Jeno, not right now” you beg. Jeno sigh and reach into his suit for his business card.

“You can come anytime, please y/n we need to talk” he begs. With that, you wave away with your daughter.

“Mama, that man said he’s your friend,” Eun said as she pick up a book from her bag.

“He’s an older friend” you smile as you drive back to your house.

“Mama he has the same eye smile as me,” Eun says as she giggles in the back. You tighten your grip on your steering wheel.

“He came back?!” Your grandma raised her voice as you watch your daughter play in the backyard.

You nodded, “he asked if she was his” you look at your grandma for help.

She sigh, “one way or another you have to tell Eun. She’s going to want to know her dad” Your grandma said.

“I’m scared, what if she blames me for her dad to leave her?” You pace yourself back and forth.

“You raised Eun to be the nicest person, give yourself some credit y/n. You’re a great mother, she has a lot of love for you” Your grandma reassure you.

The next day, your grandma had called you there’s a lot of toys and books delivered to the house. You knew who exactly did that. You stopped at the house to pick up all of the toys Jeno had sent. You got to his office, which was a tall building. As the assistant escorted you to his office, you held on to the plastic bag full of toys and books.

“Y/n” A smile spread across his face. As she closes the door, you stomp your feet to his desk and slam everything on his desk.

“We don’t need anything from you!” You yelled. Jeno took off his reading glasses and lean back on his chair.

“Then, tell me if she’s mine!” He yelled back at you. You sigh and sat on the chair. You fiddle with your bag, trying hard not to cry or let out any emotions in front of him. You want to show him that you’re doing better without him in your life.

You sigh and give in, “7 years ago, I found out I was pregnant. I was scared, I didn’t know what to do but I knew I wanted to keep her. At the time, you left with no words. You have no idea how lost I was. You had no idea how hard it was to raise a child with no dad and you have no idea how scared I am on the day she asked me about her father…” A tear escapes your eye. You quickly wipe it away.

“Eun was the best thing to ever happen to me. She has a great soul and she doesn’t need to know that her father had left her before she was born, not knowing if he’s going to come back. She doesn’t need to know you’re her father” You told him. Jeno's heart drop, Eun was his daughter after all.

Jeno walk to sit next to you, he took your hand into his large ones. “I’m sorry you had to go through that. If I would’ve known, I would’ve stayed. I’m sorry, y/n” He squeezes your hands.

“I want to be in Eun’s life. I don’t want her to think her father doesn’t love her. I want to make it right” Jeno explains. You look into his eyes. You tried to read him, wondering if he was serious.

“Jen, you have a family on your own. It’ll be too much to tell her her father has his own family, nevertheless a son” You shake your head and look away. He pulls your chin to look back at him. He had forgotten how much he loved the nickname you used to call him. His eyes stared into yours. Those beautiful brown orbs you had fallen in love with.

“Please y/n, I want to make this work” he begs you. You bit your lips and move your finger which was resting on your chin.

“I’ll talk to Eun first, when she’s ready she can see you,” You told him. A smile escapes his lips. Those beautiful pearly white teeth. Jeno look down at your lips after he caught you staring at him. You clear your throat and stand up.

“I have to get home,” You said with that you left.

As you arrive at your house, you noticed Mark’s car parked in front of your house. As you entered the house, the smell of burnt popcorn filled your nose. “Mama!” Eun called your name as she ran to greet you. You laugh as you hug your daughter, hugging her tightly as if you need it.

“Who burned the popcorn?” You asked her. Eun pointed at Mark who was standing by the kitchen.

“Uncle Mark doesn’t know how to make popcorn” Eun shook her head in disappointment. She ran back into the kitchen. You walk up to Mark and hug him. He was stunned, he didn’t expect a hug from you but he hug you back.

“Is everything okay?” He asked you. You shook your head in his chest, smelling his cologne.

“Let’s talk later” You smile at him. You walk into the kitchen to see the burned popcorn bag. “You know there’s a popcorn button right?” You look at Mark.

“I know but I keep thinking it’s not ready yet” Mark defends. You all started laughing. You gave your grandma a hug, who was making the juice.

“Is it movie night?” You grab one of the burnt popcorn as you look around at all the snacks.

“Yes!” Eun cheered.

All of you gather in the living room to watch a movie Eun had a pick, The Croods 2. Your grandma has taken the single chair as the three of you sat in the three-seater. With Eun in between the two of you.

After two movies, Your grandma had gone upstairs to shower leaving all three of you downstairs. Sleeping Eun had rested her head on Mark’s stomach. You chuckle when you see Mark who was also asleep, his arms wrap around Eun.

They both were sleeping with their mouths open, although Eun isn’t his daughter she does act like him. You hate to ruin the sight, you shake Mark’s shoulder gently. He opens his eyes to see the movie had ended and he looks down to see Eun sleeping on him.

“Take her upstairs” You whispered. Mark nodded as he pick up Eun who lay her sleepy head on his shoulder as he take her to her room. You both help to put Eun in her bed. Mark pulls the cover over her body and she snuggles with her teddy.

“Night mama and daddy,” She said sleepily. You were too stunned to speak. Mark chuckles and walks to the door. You kiss your daughter good night and close the bedroom door.

Mark was about to head downstairs but you stop him. “Sleepover? It’s already late” You awkwardly ask as you fiddle with your hands. Mark nodded. The two of you head to your room. Mark awkwardly walk towards your bed and sat at the edge.

“Jeno wants to see Eun” You look out the window to look at the sky. Mark look at you, he knows it’s troubling you.

“Do you want her to see him?” He asked. You didn’t know how to answer that. Mark knew he can’t come in between the two of you when you both share a kid. Mark wanted to wait for you, he’s willing to wait for you until you make up your mind about him.

“I don’t know” You sigh. Mark walks over to you, looking at the sky with you.

“Whenever you’re ready you can tell her. It’s not what he wants, it’s about what you want. You’re her mother, you gave birth to her, she grew up with you not him” Everything that came out of Mark’s mouth was right. This whole time you kept thinking about what he wanted and never what you want.

“I’ll always wait for you” Mark looks down at you, locking your eyes with him. With the tension in the air and how he’s looking at you, you lean in for a kiss. Mark cup your cheeks to deepen the kiss. You wrap your arms around his neck. He lifts you up and gently puts you on your bed.

With him over you, he didn’t stop kissing you. He parted his lips to let you slide your tongue into his. Tasting the popcorn earlier. His kiss was warm and sweet. The was his kiss feels like you’re levitating off the ground floating in the air It’s a feeling you cannot be put into words. It was tender and needy.

The heated moment was abruptly interrupted by the pagers' ring. You and Mark look towards the pagers and exchange looks. The two of you got up quickly, “I’ll start the car” he said. You went to your grandma’s room and told her there’s an emergency at work.

“What’s going on?” Mark asks the nurse as the two of you put on your white coats.

“Female, age 25, she came in with a heart valve issue” The nurse explained. Mark nodded as he look at the clipboard.

“Y/n!” Jeno ran up to you. You weren’t sure why he was here. Mark stop look at the clipboard and look at the two of you.

“What are you doing here?” You ask.

“My wife, she was having trouble breathing so I came here” He explains. She’s the one the nurse was talking about. You nodded.

“She has a history of heart diseases in her family” Jeno explains. You nodded.

“Nurse, please escort him to the waiting area” The nurse tried to get a hold of him.

“Please save her” Jeno beg. You sigh and nodded.

“Mark is a great surgeon believe in him” You nod at the nurses as she takes him away. Mark saw how tense you were, he sigh.

“Come on, I need you” He leads to the OR.

Four hours had passed, the surgery went well. Mark looks over to you as you wash your hands in silence. You haven’t spoken much since you saw Jeno. The way he begged you to save his wife’s life kept playing in your head.

“Go talk to him,” Mark said, he didn’t look at you. You contemplating whether or not you should let another nurse tell him or yourself should do it. You wipe your hands and glance at Mark one more time before leaving him.

Mark wanted to talk about the kiss but seeing the way you look at Jeno, made Mark realize you still have unresolved feelings with Jeno.

“Jeno?” You called his name. Jeno's eyes perk up when he saw you. “Your wife is in recovery. We had to put a stent in her artery so the blood can flow in and out of her heart so things like this wouldn’t happen again” You explained. Jeno smile.

“Thank you y/n! She’s in room 302” You smile as Jeno pulls you in for a hug and then ran to see his wife.

A few days had passed, Jeno wanted to see you. You arrive at his empty building and go inside his office. Jeno smile when he saw you come in.

“Y/n! Have a seat” He said as you took a seat next to him. He sat beside you.

“I wanted to thank you for everything. I couldn’t imagine what Ha-jun would’ve felt if he lost his mother” Jeno look around. You nodded

“Did Eun decide?” Jeno change the subject knowing you weren’t comfortable talking about his wife.

You breathe out, “I decided that you’re going to be the one to tell her,” you told him. He nodded. “You can come over today if you want” You didn’t look at him. He nodded, so you got up, heading to the door. Before you reach the door, Jeno pulls your wrist and slams his lips against yours. You are shocked by his lips on yours. You kissed him back to see you felt something.

But then reality hits, you pushed him away knowing he has a wife. You wipe your lips with your sweater. “What are you doing!?” You yelled at him.

“I still love you y/n, I haven’t stopped,” He said. You look at him in disbelief you look down at the silver wedding band on his finger. Just a second ago he thank you for saving his wife’s life and can't picture his son without his mother. Now, he’s kissing you even while wearing the wedding ring.

“If you still love me you would’ve come back!” You yelled and left his office leaving him in awe.

The next day, you didn’t go to work. You weren’t trying to see Mark, knowing you had kissed him and your ex, you felt such a bad person. Laying in bed while trying to figure out what your heart wants. Your door opens as you look to see who it was. Eun came in and got under the bed with you.

“Are you sick mama?” She asked. You smile, hearing her small voice. “You can say that” You stroke her hair as she plays with her teddy.

“Are you made I called uncle Mark, daddy?” Your daughter asks. You stop stroking her head, Eun looks up to see you.

“No I’m not mad” You smile, she was too innocent to know.

“Have you wondered where’s your dad?” You build the courage to tell your daughter about her father. Eun shakes her head no.

“Well, when you were still in my belly, your dad and I were very much in love. He was my first love. After I found out I was pregnant with you, your father moved. I had no chance of telling him. I was sad because I didn’t want you to grow up without a dad but your father had come back and he wants to see you” You shed a tear. Your daughter stops playing with her teddy again.

“He wants to see me? My dad?” Eun asked. You nodded as you let out a shaky breath.

“Yeah but I don’t let him see you until you were ready” You explained. Eun nodded.

“Can I see him?” She asked softly. You started crying again.

“Are you mad mama?” Eun turns to look at you and wipe your tears with her small hands. You shake your head no, “I’m not. I never thought you were this strong” You softly pinch her chubby cheek and pull her in for a hug.

“Mama, did you and uncle Mark fight? You didn’t go to work today” Eun asked into your chest. You sniffle from your tears.

“No, we didn’t. I just haven’t made up my mind” You explained. Eun looks you in your eyes.

“You told me when someone loves you they’re going to stay by your side even when it gets hard,” She says as she brushes her teddy’s fur. You smile at your daughter.

“You’re so smart, I love you” You give her a lot of kisses and got out of your bed.

“Mama is going somewhere, I’ll see you soon,” You said. Eun left the room to let you change.

You got inside the car and drove to where your destiny lies.

“Y/n?” Jeno called your name as you made your way to his desk. He stands up.

“Jeno, we had something beautiful once, you made me feel like the happiest person, you gave me a beautiful daughter and I want to thank you for that” You started. Jeno smile as he walks up to you but you stop him. “I’m sorry but I cannot be with you. You just came back into my life and you found out you have a daughter, you weren’t there when I was facing hardships so Jeno, I don’t want anything with you. We can stick to co-parenting.”

You begin walking away but stop and turn back around, “Eun wants to meet her dad, so please don’t disappoint her. I’ll text you where to go” with that you left Jeno. You felt a thousand-pound lift off your chest after that. It’s the closure you needed with Jeno.

As you arrive at Mark’s front doorstep, you waited for him to open the door. He opens, wearing a loose black shirt and shorts. “Y/n, are you okay?” He asked you, mentioning you to come inside.

“Mark, I know you waited for a while but I finally know what I want” Mark looks down at his feet, scared of what you might say. You laugh and pull in for a kiss. Mark was shocked but he melts into the kiss and kiss you back.

You rest your forehead against him, “I want you” you smile. A smile creeps from his mouth and hugs you. Mark felt like the happiest man in the world. You finally view Mark more than a friend. He became part of the family that night.

“Are you ready?” Mark asks you with his hand entwined with yours. You nodded. All three of you walk inside the restaurant where Jeno was talking to his son. When he saw all three of you he stands up. He saw your hands wrapped in Mark’s.

“Eun, this is Jeno and Ha-jun” You look down at Eun. She got shy.

“Jeno is your father” You tried to reassure her but she hid her face behind Mark’s legs. Eun shakes her head no.

“No, Uncle Mark is my dad” She shook her head continuously. You look at Mark for help. He crouches down in front of Eun and rests his large hands on her shoulders.

“Eun, Your mom fell in love a long time ago. She fell in love with Jeno, she gave birth to you which makes Jeno your dad. I know you're scared but I’m here and I’m not leaving you” Mark explained. Eun looks at the strange man and back at Mark.

“Promise you won’t leave me?” Eun put out her pinky, Mark chuckles and wraps his pink around hers. “I promise.”

Mark stands up and looks down at you. You wrap your arm around his and squeeze it. Eun made her way to the table. She waves hello to Ha-jun, who shyly wave back. Jeno had greeted Eun.

“You’re the best” You look at Mark, affectionately. Mark leans down for a kiss.

Sometimes you have to end things in order to start a new beginnings.

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miekasa · 3 years ago

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Mie, I’m begging for some Jean college au bf hcs - im literally so down bad for this man and the way you write men is just 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻

Absolutely, not a problem 😌 I saved this ask as a draft a while ago when you sent it, sorry for just now getting to it. Anyway, I love Jean with my whole heart, best boy, best boyfriend <33

King of forehead kisses, and not even just because of his height in comparison to yours; he just likes it. He likes the feeling of pressing his lips against your skin, and making you feel safe.

Brings you tea or coffee however you like it every day without fail. If he can get it to you in the morning before work/school then he’ll do that, if not he’ll meet you some time in the middle of the day to drop it off. Your own personal courier just for drinks.

He… has a thing for long(er) nails. He loves the feeling of them against his skin, even if you’re not scratching to apply pressure—just you holding his hand them grazing his skin is enough for him.

That being said, he will pay for you to get your nails done. Actually, he’ll pay for… almost anything you want, but the nails benefit him as much as they do you so feel free to ball out.

He never blowdries his hair because he doesn’t... know how to do the back of it. You did it for him once and he hasn’t stopped thinking about it since, but he’s also too embarrassed to ask you to do/style it again.

On the subject of hair, he does do his best to style it and take care of it, but he’s a sucker whenever you play with it. Sometimes he feigns like you’re messing up all his hard work, but he’ll literally crane his head into your touch. He loves it.

The first time he lays on top of you and you run your hands through his hair... top 10 most euphoric moments of his life. He tries to fight off the sleep threatening to take over him, but it’s futile. Give it 15 minutes at most before he’s knocked out like a baby.

Dogs love him. Anytime you’re in a park or just taking a walk and there’s a dog around, it’ll come up to him and he looks adorable leaning down to pet it. He loves dogs, too! So he’s always happy to stop and pet them. He’d be a 10/10 dog dad.

Has your name saved in his phone with two hearts at the end. Do not point it out.

Loves taking pictures together and if you guys are on a date, he’ll ask someone to get a picture for him. He just likes having them to look back on (and to send to his mom, later).

He doesn’t mind painting classes or videos or tutorials, but he hates paint by numbers kits. He claims that they have no sense of color theory and that it takes the originality and fun out of painting. Not to mention the quality of the paints isn’t great to begin with; all of which he takes very seriously.

It’s pretty cute actually, to see him get worked up over the paint kits. He claims that painting and drawing isn’t even something he takes “that seriously,” it’s just a hobby for him (one he’s insanely good at); but in moments like these, you can tell that he’s way more into art and art theory and history than he lets on.

Huge movie guy, from animated movies to martial arts movies, Jean is usually willingly to give anything a watch at least once. When he’s high, he can go on about his favorite directors and art styles and movie details for hours if you don’t stop him. It’s super cute. Just don’t bring up Moana, because he’ll start crying.

Arm around the shoulder kind of boyfriend for sure. It’s a casual way of keeping you near him and letting everyone know that you guys are together. Plus it allows for him to easily pull you into him for a quick forehead kiss when needed.

Listen. If you hug his arm, he’s on cloud nine. He tries to be nonchalant about it but he’s about three seconds away from his eyes rolling back in his head it feels that good to him. Bonus if you lean your head on his bicep a little—then he’s a goner.

He takes his bagels very seriously and believes that both you and him deserve nothing but the best quality bagels. He’ll grumble if a bakery gives you guys a less than favorable one and make a note that taking the long route to get to his favorite place is much more worth it.

Always makes you walk on the side furthest from the cars. If he notices you’re not, he’ll just shuffle behind you until he’s shouldering the street and you’re on the inside.

He grew up on a kind of modern ranch situation; not exactly all the way in the countryside, but not isolate from the city, either. Because of this, he knows how to ride horses, take care of smaller farm animals, tend to plants, and yes he knows how to use a lasso. You wouldn’t know any of that though, because he never ever talks about it. The only way you find out is when he takes you to visit his mom’s house for the first time, and she asks him for a hand around the place.

(He’s got a cowboy hat, too, but refuses to put it on. He got it when he was, like, nine, okay, leave him alone).

When he thinks you look tired, he’ll wrap his arms around your shoulders to hug you. It’s usually followed up with a kiss to your head, and a promise that you guys will go home soon and get food on the way.

He’s a really good cook. He just understands and flavors and pairings really well, so he doesn’t need a recipe to make something that tastes good; he just kind of knows what to add to get the balance he’s looking for.

Naturally, he’ll cook for you. Especially if he finds out that you haven’t eaten all day/in a long time. He doesn’t care if it’s 11pm and it might seem excessive to make steak and potatoes with a side salad at this hour, he’s gonna do it to make sure you eat, and you are going to sit there and watch.

He also bakes pretty well, though he isn’t as experimental with his baking as he is with his cooking. He usually sticks to what he knows, and it’s not cupcakes and brownies and cakes; he’s better at croissants, and cheesecakes, and canelés.

Dating Jean means getting along with his friends. If you guys didn’t know each other before you started dating, be prepared to be ambushed by Connie and Sasha (after Jean stops hiding you away and gives them the green light lmfao). Neither of them waste time with the small talk and formalities; straight into mini golfing and beer pong. They make you feel welcome right away.

Sasha always teases that you’re too good for Jean, and that she might just steal you away for herself some day. Sasha is also Jean’s main confidant, so she really knows just how much he loves you, and yeah, she teases him for being lovesick, but really she’s happy for Jean. And proud of him for facing his feelings like this.

Connie adores you, and you know he trusts you when he starts going to you for advice/help. Could be anything from schoolwork, to what color he should get his new shoes in. He’s also the one who, surprisingly, you have the sentimental talks with about your relationship with Jean. It’s easy to overlook, but Connie loves Jean, and he’s come to love you too; he just wants you both to be happy, so he’s there to listen when you need it.

Jean waits outside of your classroom after you’ve had a test or presentation, usually with a drink or a snack, or the promise of taking you out as a treat. Always tells you he’s proud of you, and is there to comfort you if you think you didn’t do too well.

He does not shut up about whatever major you’re in. It could be the same as his; it could be the complete opposite as his. He thinks it’s so sick that you’re doing it, you make it look cooler, you make it look better, and he’s certain you’re the smartest person in your program.

He’s pretty serious about his studies, too, so he’s always down to study with you in the library whenever you’re both free. More often than not, he shows up after you, usually with food or extra chargers. He greets you with a kiss on the forehead, and asks you how you are while massaging your shoulders gently. If it’s been a while since you took a break, that’s the first item on the list, after that, he gets to work and stays with you until you’re ready to go, even if he doesn’t have as much work to do.

He always sits across from you. This goes for when you’re in the library, or out to eat at a restaurant; Jean loves sitting across from you. He gets to see your face the best that way, and he adores looking into your eyes when you talk.

He’s not... not a morning person. He’s not up at 6am ready to grind, but he wakes up before noon; let’s say 10am is his happy medium. That being said, if you wake up before him, regardless of the time, there’s a 9/10 chance he’ll lay on your back and tell you to hush so you guys can sleep for 10 more minutes.

If you’re (close) friends with Eren, Mikasa, and Armin, Jean is... happy you’ve got people to rely on, but, “Of all people on the planet, you put your trust in Jaeger?” He acts so bitter (because he is), but deep down inside, he’s glad you have Eren to rely on if you need to.

(Also, you have to humble him and remind him that he and Eren aren’t all that different. If you like him, why wouldn’t you get along with Eren, bye).

Turns out though, that it’s not Eren who threatens to beat him up if he breaks your heart. It’s not even Mikasa, although, her threat goes without saying; it’s Armin he’s terrified of.

The last time Armin hated someone, it was this guy in your program, who happened to share a few mutual classes with him, too. Jean never knew the full story, just that he’s pretty sure that kid dropped out the following semester.

If you have a job on campus, Jean usually doesn’t show up while you’re working (knowing how embarrassed he would be if you did that to him), unless you work the night shift and it’s dead. Connie, however, does show up; usually in some kind of crisis (“Please help me, I don’t know what the fuck APA formatting is and this is due tonight, please, please, please!!”). Your coworkers actually thought Connie was your boyfriend for a minute. That’s when Jean starts showing up more lmfao.

He makes it a point to go on a scheduled, night out, kind of date at least twice a month. He knows life gets busy with school and work and midterms, but he always makes sure you both set side a time to take a well-deserved break and be with each other.

He’s the romantic type, so these dates are pretty swoon worthy, too. Drive-in movies, nice dinners, classy art exhibits, Jean plans it all. On that note, he really likes planning dates; he just doesn’t like talking about them with his friends beforehand.

All in all, very romantic, very precious boyfriend. He’s always thinking about you, what you need, and how he can help you out. You’re one of his main priorities, and he just wants to treat you right.

#anonymous #when.... when.... WHEN IS IT MY TURN #aot x reader #jean x reader #jean kirschtein x reader #jean kirstein x reader #aot imagines #no because he's the love of my whole life #jean fluff #jean smut #eren x reader

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Waring(s): 𝖭𝖲𝖥𝖶. 𝖴𝗇𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖲𝖾𝗑. 𝖢𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖯𝖾𝗍 𝖭𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌. 𝖲𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖨𝗍’𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖽, 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗅𝗒. Word Count: 3,564 Description: 𝖩𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖶𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝖽𝗈𝗀, 𝗇𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝖺 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗐𝗈𝗅𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖽𝗈𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖸/𝖭. 𝖲𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍? Paring(s): 𝖩𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗌𝗈𝗇 & Black!𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

Being a werewolf in heat sucks, it sucks even more when you're a werewolf in heat pretending to be a dog. Even worse when your owner is a five-foot five black women with curves in all the right places. Her eyes are a deep brown that lighten when she's in the light and her hair is a waterfall of curls black as night. When she walks her hips sway naturally and her breast bounce with each step, in sync with her bodies own music. I've been with this woman for two months and everything she does drives me nuts. She's single and loves me to bits. I'm her protector at night and I'm her shoulder to cry on when she is having a bad day. I'm her best friend when she needs someone to spill her heart to and I'm her knight in shining armor when she is sleeping.

“Come on boy lets go out!” My owner calls from the front door. Jumping down off the couch I hurry to the front door and bark happily as she bends down giving me a nice view of her breasts as she puts my leash on. Yeah, I know, I'm a sick doggie, but hey what guy isn't? Standing up straight my owner whose name is Y/N smiles down at me. “Let’s go.” She says walking out the door and shutting it behind us. Walking down the street with Y/N by my side I watch everyone greet her with a smile and a hello. Little kids with sticky hands run up and pet me more than a little gentile, but hey they're kids. We walk into town to pick a few things for dinner tonight. She's making grilled orange chicken! Yeah, she's the best cook in the world.

Walking into the food store my tongue rolls out of my mouth as the different smells hit me. “Come on boy, lets go get the chicken.” Y/N mutters. Now, I bet you're wondering how I'm allowed in a store if I'm a dog right? Well, Y/N is a trainer for service dogs. Heading over to the frozen meat I watch as Y/N goes right to the chicken and fights with herself either to get legs or breasts. I nudge her left leg and she looks down at me, “Which one?” She asks and I nod my head to her right hand that is holding the chicken breasts. “Okay, chicken breast it is,” she beams. A familiar scent hits my nose, making my tail wag as my fellow werewolf, Jaebeom comes into view. He's a pack mate of mine and he’s also the one that got me involved with Y/N.

We saved her from a wolf attack when she was walking in the park at night. Jaebeom turned into his human form since she was out cold from a bump on her head, and I stayed in my wolf form in case they came back. When she woke up Jaebeom explained that she was attacked by a stray dog and when she found out that I helped well she gave me lots of love. They started talking and Jaebeom told her about his friend who has a child with a disability, and he offered me up to be trained to take care of the kid. Now, no. Jaebeom didn't lie, we do have a friend that does has a disabled son, but I'm not going to help the kid out. Honestly, he’s doing great on his own, he is also a werewolf, so his enhanced sense helps him a lot. I'm doing this to get close to Y/N.

“Y/N?” Jaebeom calls her name, and she turns around.

“Hey Jae!” She greets and I roll my eyes as Jaebeom leans down to pet my head.

He smirks at me and straighten himself up, “How is he doing?” Jaebeom motions towards me with raised eyebrows.

“He's doing great. He listens and does everything right with just a few tries.” Y/N explains and Jaebeom nods his head as he listens.

“That's good! I'm glad I found you…” Jaebeom sighs and runs a hand through his hair before he gives Y/N a regretful look. “The family I told you about got a dog a few weeks ago.”

“What?” Y/N’s eyes widen at the news, and he glances down at me. “That's great, but what are you going to do with King?” She worries and I want to kill Jaebeom for telling her that's my name.

“I guess give him to a shelter or something?” Jaebeom shrugs his shoulders as he looks down at me. “I don't really have any room for him.”

“Oh...I'll buy him off you!” Y/N places her hand on the top of my head and Jaebeom smirks.

“Grown attached to him?”

“Kind of. I don't know what it is about him, but it's like he knows what I'm saying when I talk to him.”

“Really? He doesn't look that smart.” Jaebeom quirks at eyebrow and I growl at his rude remark.

“Be nice King.” Y/N scolds gently and I whine, rubbing my wet nose on her leg. She shivers and pushes my head away from her leg, “How much do you want?” She asks.

“Nothing.” Jaebeom shakes his head and Y/N’s mouth drops slightly before she collects herself.

“What? Jaebeom he's a big dog! Surely you paid a lot for him.” Y/N tries again and Jaebeom laughs.

“Nope!” Jaebeom waves off Y/N’s words. “I found the mutt outside.” Brian states and I glare at him.

“A-are you sure?”

“Yeah, take him. I'm sure he'll be better off with you.”

The smile that comes to life on Y/N’s face makes my heart skip a beat. “Thank you, Jaebeom!” She beams happily and gives him a hug.

Jaebeom gives me a wink as he pulls away, “Well I have to go. I got a TV dinner calling my name.”

“Why don't you stop by for dinner tonight?” Y/N offers.

“Ah…I don't know Y/N.” Jaebeom shoots me a glance and I choose to ignore him.

“Oh, come on Jae. I'm making grilled orange chicken.” She says and I can see the longing in Jaebeom’s eyes.

“Okay, you got me. What time should I come over?” Jaebeom inquires.

“Is seven good for you?”

“Yeah. I'll see you at seven.” With that, Jaebeom leaves and Y/N smiles down at me.

“Guess I should get more huh?” Y/N asks while looking at me and I bark quietly. She laughs and grabs another pack of chicken. We walk around the store grabbing whatever else she needs, and I let little kids pet and poke me. One kid pulls my tail and I yelp in surprise, hell I almost bite the kid, but stopped myself.

Now back home I can lay down and watch Y/N cook. “Damn it!” She cruses and I look up at her from the floor. She wipes at her shirt and growls, “I liked this shirt too,” she sighs and pulls her top off over her head. Her yellow bra makes me drool as she mutters curse words under her breath. She unclasps her bra and walks out of the kitchen heading up the steps. I follow behind her and watch as she pulls her bra off. Opening the bedroom door, I jump up on the bed and lay down to watch as Y/N takes the rest of her clothes off. The sauce got all over her outfit. Y/N grabs a light blue sundress and slips it on, “What you think?” She asks and I tilt my head to the side. She laughs and walks over to me; she pats my head and I lick her hand.

“Come on I can't burn the food,” Y/N warns, and I follow her back to the kitchen. Laying down in the doorway I watch as Y/N runs around the kitchen, her legs are driving me nuts, I just want to wrap them around my waist; see if they are as strong as they look. I whine and Y/N looks back at me, “What's wrong? You need to go out?” I walk into the living room and hop up on the couch, I rest my head in my paws and close my eyes, I think I'll take a nap before Jaebeom gets here.

<><><>

“King! King time to eat!” I blink open my eyes and look around. I hop off the couch and walk into the kitchen. The sound of Jaebeom's car pulling up makes me run to the door and bark. Y/N opens the front door and smile as Jaebeom walks up to the house. “Hey.”

“Come in.” Y/N steps to the side to let Jaebeom in and shuts the door behind him. I walk into the kitchen to eat. “I just finished cooking.” Y/N says with Jaebeom following her into the kitchen. The two of them sit down at the island and eat; I start to eat my food and turn out their conversion. Once finished with my dinner I drink some water and lay down by Y/N's feet.

Jaebeom looks down at me and smiles, “I think he likes it here,” Jaebeom muses.

“I think so too. He's free to do almost whatever he wants here,” Y/N laughs playfully. The two of them finish eating and Y/N forces Jaebeom into the living room while she does the dishes. I follow behind Jaebeom and jump up on the couch next to him.

When are you going to let Y/N see what you really are?

I turn my head to face Jaebeom as his voice echoes in my mind. Soon…very soon

The guys want to meet her

I know they've told me many times I think with a sigh. Jaebeom pats my head and I growl softly at him making him laugh with a shake of his head. His phone rings and he answers it quickly, “Hey babe.” I hear Avery on the other side and lick Jaebeom’s hand, “Jackson says hi,” Jaebeom informs his wife and I hear her tell him to tell me to hurry the hell up with getting Y/N to love me. I roll my eyes and bark happily as Y/N walks into the room.

She takes a set across from Jaebeom and I jump off the couch over to her. Resting my head across her legs, she smiles down at me and runs her fingers through my hair. Jaebeom hangs up and gives Y/N a smile, “Thanks for dinner Y/N. It was great, but I have to get home to my wife.”

“I thought she was in New York.”

“She just got back.” The smile on Jaebeom’s face is large as he thinks about his wife’s early trip home.

“Make her a plate.” Y/N orders and Jaebeom frowns. “There's enough for you too,” She giggles and Jaebeom grins.

“Okay!” he says and runs into the kitchen to make the plates. “Bye, Y/N!” Jaebeom calls out from the door.

“Bye, Jae!” Y/N yells as Jaebeom opens and shuts the front door. Whining I nudge her hand and she laughs, “Come on let me up and I'll put Blade in.” She says and I pick my head up.

Y/N stands up and quickly sets up the dvd player before she walks back over to me. Pressing play on the remote as she sits beside me, Y/N makes herself comfortable. Halfway through the movie Y/N falls asleep and I sigh. She can't sleep on the couch it gives her a bad back in the morning and she can hardly do anything the next day. Jumping off the couch I take a deep breath and phase into my human form. The cool air from the air condition makes me shiver and wish I had clothes on. Looking at Y/N I bite my lower lip as she moves, and her dress raise up a little on her thighs. Bending down I slip my arms under her body and lift her off the couch. She starts to move in my arms, and I stand still. Y/N snuggles into my chest and lets out a sigh.

Walking up the steps I take my time as I head to her bedroom. Holding her with one arm I push open the door and kick it shut with my foot. Walking over to the bed I lean over to place Y/N down and freeze as she hides her face in the crook of my neck. Feeling her breath on my skin makes me smile and tingle all over. I lay Y/N on the bed and her eyes flutter open. I hold my breath praying that she is still sleeping. “King, come to bed,” she mutters as her eyes close. I let out my breath and jump as her hand grabs my wrists, “Come to bed!” she grumbles pulling on my arm. I shouldn't lay with her, but she won't sleep peacefully without me. I crawl on the bed and lay next to Y/N keeping a safe distance between us.

In her sleep she feels around for me and once her hand touches my chest, she moves closer. Her body presses against mine and I stiffen up. After a few minutes I sit up and get off the bed. I walk into the bathroom that is connected to the room and take a piss. I hear movement from the room and Y/N is calling me. Out of habit I flush the toilet and go to her. She looks over at the bathroom door startled and quickly covers herself, her dress is now on the floor beside her feet. Her brown eyes widen in horror, and she starts to shake in fear. I take a step towards her, and she steps back, “Y/N?” I wince as I call her name and see her recoil in fear.

“H-how do you know my name?” The question is forced and high pitched as Y/N looks around the room for King.

“Don't be afraid I won't hurt you.” I urge and she watches me as I walk towards her. Once in front of her shaking body I stare into her brown eyes.

Her eyebrows furrow in confusion as she looks into my eyes, “K-King...” she breaths out and I nod my head. She reaches her hand forward and touches my face. I lean into her touch and keep my eyes on her as she searches mine.

Grasping her hands with my own I bring them to my lips, “Actually, it’s Jackson.” I offer a weak smile and my eyes fall to Y/N’s lips as she licks them.

“T-this has to be a dream.”

“No, it's not. I'm real.” I mummer softly and Y/N shakes her head. “Y/N-” I let go of her hand and cup her face, “I'm real and I won't hurt you ever...” I promise and lean down. Her eyes close as our lips touch and I can feel her body quiver.

Wrapping an arm around Y/N's waist, I deepen the kiss as I pull her body closer to mine. Kissing me back, my heart starts to beat ever faster than it already did. I lick her bottom lip and she pulls away from me. “No! No! This isn't happening…y-you're a fucking dog!” Y/N cries pushing me away from her as she starts to walk back and forth. Her breast bounce with each step and I close my eyes trying to control myself.

“Y/N,” I call softly, and she ignores me. “Y/N,” I call again opening my eyes and she glances at me.

“This is bullshit...that must have been some bad chicken.”

“Y/N!” I call her name firmly and she looks at me startled.

“What?!” She hisses and I lose it.

I grab her hips and slam her into the wall. Crashing my lips into hers I rub our lower halves together and she moans. Kissing down the side of her neck, I gently bite her soft flesh and her knees give out. Picking Y/N up in my arms I walk over to bed and lay her down before I climb on top of her. Her fingers knot in my hair as I kiss my way down to her breasts. “King!” She moans as I flick my tongue over her erect nipple. A growl rips from the back of my throat and she shivers.

“It's Jackson!” I bark and she looks down at me with lust clouded eyes. Pulling my hair, Y/N pulls me up and presses her lips to mine in a passionate kiss, wrapping her legs around my waist.

“T-tell me this isn't another dream...this is real?” She begs looking into my eyes.

“Another dream?” I ask and she nods her head. “You've dreamt about me?” I raise my eyebrows and I can feel the heat pooling around Y/N’s cheeks.

“Yeah, we do…naughty things.” She says and my dick gets harder at her words.

“Oh?” I smirk and lean down. A light r to her ear, “Like what, pet?” A ripple quivers in my mind and I can see Y/N's dreams...shit they are my dreams, but how is that possible? I look down at Y/N and she's looking up at me shocked,

“Did you do that?”

“You saw that?” Y/N nods her head and I’m at a loss. “No, I didn't...I don't think I did.”

“This isn't a dream, is it?” Y/N lets her fingers play with the hair at the nap of my neck and I shake my head.

“No.”

Smiling, Y/N crashes her lips into mine. “I love you, J-Jackson.” Y/N breaths against my lips and that's all it takes for me to lose everything. Slamming into Y/N's wet core without warning she screams my name. Thrusting in and out I groan as Y/N meets my thrusts with her own. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Y/N whines over and over again, causing me to smirk as I lift her legs up over my shoulders getting deeper inside of her. Moaning loudly, I take hold of Y/N's hands and place them above her head. Leaning into her I pull out all the way and thrust right back in, “Fucking hell, Jackson!” Y/N screams. Her cursing so much is turning me on to no end.

“You like that baby?” I grunt and she moans loudly.

“Yes! Oh God y-yes!” She pants as she throws her head back. A growl rips from deep within as Y/N clenches her walls around my dick and makes me work harder as she unclenched only to clench again. Seeing her in so much pleasure because of me helps bring me to the next high, I'm so lost in the feeling of being inside her that I yelp in surprise as Y/N’s legs lock around the back on my neck and she pushes up with her arms sending me onto my back with her now on top. Unlocking her legs from my neck Y/N picks herself up and I want to fucking come right there and then seeing her hold herself up with her hands as she spreads her legs into a split above my dick. She drops herself onto me and my eyes roll to the back of my head as she rides me hard and fast. Grabbing her hips, I slam her down on my dick as I thrust up and moan watching her breasts bounce with each movement.

“Oh J-Jacksooon.” Y/N screams as her walls tighten and push her juices out as she hits her first climax. She rides out her release and I flip us over, so I'm back on top. Pounding into her throbbing pussy at an animalistic past she screams and begs for me to go harder. I hiss in pain as Y/N's nails bite into my skin and drawl blood as she rakes them down my back. Screaming my name again, Y/N reaches her climax for the second time. She falls back underneath me and seeing her fucked out expression triggers my own release. Riding out the last of my sex high, I pull out of Y/N and lay down next to her.

She wiggles next to my body and throws her leg over my waist pulling me close to her. Wrapping my arms around her waist I press my lips to hers and sigh, “I love you, Y/N.” I mummer and she smiles softly.

“I'm in love with a werewolf.” She says and I laugh.

“Yeah, you are...wait you know?” I ask.

“Jackson…what else could you be?” She laughs.

“Y-you’re okay with that?”

Y/N rests her chin on my chest and stares into my eyes. “I love you Jackson…a-and that’s means your werewolf too.”

Looking at Y/N I press my lips to hers, not only does she love me, but she accepts the very thing that could have kept us apart. “You're my King, Jackson. A queen is nothing without her king.” Y/N explains, and I chuckle as a yawn slips past her lips.

“Go to sleep pet. Tomorrow we'll talk more about this.” I say and she nods her head. As Y/N drifts to sleep, I reach out to Jaebeom to let him know the good news.

Jaebeom, man I did!

I know

Huh? How?

Who do you think put those dreams in her mind?

You sly dog!

Jaebeom’s laugh echoes in my mind Night King

It's Jackson! I think with a smile on my face. Y/N presses a kiss on my chest, I close my eyes and let sleep take over me.

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