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khujoor · 8 months

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a little snippet of drunk!beomgyu fluff oneshot i got a request for

"Dizzy," Beomgyu mumbled, his head resting on your lap as you ran your fingers through his hair. He hardly had time to drink, and when he did, he was an extreme lightweight.

"Mm, told you not to drink much," you gently scolded him, not wanting to be loud.

Beomgyu was an idol, a busy one. He hardly got free time, and he always spent his time with you when he could. Today however, you got a promotion at your job, so you decided to take him out for dinner. Like always, he drank too much.

"Smell good," he turned around a bit, making sure his face had faced you. His face was flushed red, his eyes begging to be shut.

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khujoor · 10 months

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playtime father!sampo x fem!reader

lol i stole this from my old tumblr but it was 4 oikawa tooru also requests are open

"mommy! mommy!" your daughter, yua exclaimed as she came into your and sampo's bedroom.

you were sound asleep before she entered, and so was sampo.

you were pregnant, so waking up from someone else was kinda hard, and kinda exhausting. so was waking up in general.

"yes honey?" you said, in a tired, yet sweet voice.

"can you play with me? we can play dress-up and you can drink my own special tea!"

"you know.." you looked back at sampo to see if he was asleep, "you could play with daddy instead. i'll allow you to put on my own dress on him." you gave a wink to the younger girl.

"..me?" sampo said, in a worn-out voice.

"ok, let's go daddy!" yua said, climbing on top of the bed and tugging on her father's hand.

"alright.." he yawned, and stretched his arms out before picking up yua up and taking her to her bedroom.

"put me down!" she complained.

"aren't you the one always saying you're a princess and your feet can't touch the floor?" he jokingly mocks her.

"yeah, but i can't be carried by a peasant like you!" she whined, as he had place her down.

"hey! i think i would be a prince, because you know, i'm really pretty!"

"daddy.. mommy says it isn't a good thing to lie." she says, dragging a dress along the floor and handing it to sampo.

"i think you're just mad that you don't look as pretty as me." he says, looking as if he was truly hurt.

"shh," she says, place her finger on top of his lips, "wear this dress."

"you.. want me to wear a dress?"

"that why i woke mommy up!" she sighs, as if she was fed up with her father.

"i'll wear it, but i expect that tea to be amazing!" he says, standing up and holding the dress.

he places the dress over his t-shirt and sweatpants, which made the dress even tighter on him.

"yua.. i don't think mommy will be happy if i rip this." he said, looking at himself in the mirror.

"you look perfect!" she exclaimed, looking at her father in awe.

"i can hardly even move, yua. you know-"

"okay! you sit down over there." she said to him, pointing at one of her light pink plastic chairs.

"these chairs are made for little babies like you, yua, but i'm a really strong and tall person so i'd break these if i sat on them." he said, looking down at the younger girl.

"you aren't tall or strong! you're short and weak!" she said in a mocking like voice.

"what are you then?"

"i am the strongest person you've ever seen! you're weaker than the weakest thing ever!"

"uh-huh. weren't you gonna give me tea?" sampo said.

"i told you to sit down first!"

"okay, okay."

as sampo sits down, yua grabs her plastic tea pot and cup.

"you wanna pour it for me?" he said, making a face that said please all over it.

"no."

"fine! i won't pour it for you then."

"i'm not drinking it."

"did you poison it?"

"do you think i have poison, daddy?" she rolls her eyes.

"whatever." he playfully squints his eyes at her, and pours some of the 'tea' for himself.

"this is amazing yua! what did you use?" he knew it was water, but he just wanted his daughter to feel happy.

"toilet water."

he spits it out, "what?"

"i said, toilet water."

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khujoor · 9 months

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SAY YOU'RE MINE childe fic

a/n: first chapter yay! Future chapters will be better lol

wc: 1.5k

"I hope you can understand that I am involved with someone else," Childe stated stoically, taking a sip of his coffee. He sat down confidently, displaying an air of ownership over the place. With little interest in engaging in idle chat with you, "For all I care, you may have another lover as well, but please refrain from meddling in my affairs."

You felt a twinge of annoyance at his nonchalant words, realizing that he meant little to no harm in them. "I understand," you replied curtly. "I suppose we should only interact when it concerns work matters? It would be best to exercise caution, especially given the attention the media tends to give to any associations."

As your phone rang, you quickly excused yourself and left the room, leaving Childe to contemplate his thoughts. He had never truly conversed with you despite knowing you for some time. You had always seemed out of reach, with an air of superiority that both intrigued and intimidated him.

But his thoughts soon drifted to Lumine, his true love. She was everything he had ever wanted in a partner - strong-willed, intelligent, and strikingly beautiful. Unlike others, she had no interest in his inheritance or status; all she wanted was him. She was perfect.

Amidst his musings, Childe realized that he had never really known much about you. While your demeanor had always struck him as impressive, he could not say he knew much about you beyond that. Since he was a young child, he never made any effort to speak to you, assuming you'd ignore him.

"My apologies, may we continue?" You softly smiled, taking your seat on the chair across from him. "We'll have to act as if we are deeply in love with each other, even if we don't. The people close to us will most likely know of our situation, but the public should not."

As he grew bored, Childe began moving his coffee cup in small, quick circles. He had never been comfortable with the idea of pretending to be in love with someone, but he knew it was necessary to protect both his and your reputation. He couldn't afford any more negative publicity, especially not with his upcoming business deals.

"I understand," Childe replied, looking up at you with a hint of reluctance in his eyes. "I'll do what needs to be done, but understand that this isn't something I'm comfortable with or something that I particularly enjoy."

You gave a small nod, your eyes meeting his in mutual understanding. The two of you knew what needed to be done, even if it wasn't something you particularly wanted.

Neither of you wanted to be married. Sure, Childe wanted to be married to Lumine, but why did his family choose you? Why were you considered the woman of his dreams, and not her?

"The announcement party is tonight, so I expect you'll know how to act," you got up from your seat, heading towards your office.

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The elegant ballroom was filled with an air of anticipation as the company dinner commenced. You were dressed in a stunning gown and stood by your father's side, your heart beating nervously in your chest. You knew what was about to happen, and it made you uneasy. Your father, a respected figure in the business world, had a habit of making grand announcements at these events, and tonight was no exception.

As the attendees chatted and enjoyed their meals, your father cleared his throat, commanding attention from the room. The murmurs died down, and all eyes turned to him. He wore a warm smile, seemingly proud of the announcement he was about to make.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he began, "I have some wonderful news to share with all of you tonight." The room fell into an expectant hush. "My daughter, Y/N, has found a partner who complements her in every way possible."

A soft gasp rippled through the crowd, and all eyes turned to you, "And it is with great pleasure that I announce her engagement to the esteemed Childe Tartaglia," your father continued, gesturing towards Childe, who was seated at a table nearby, wearing an impassive expression.

Surprised whispers filled the room. Childe, known for his adventurous spirit and daring business deals, wasn't exactly the conventional choice for a partner for someone as poised and reserved as you. The attendees exchanged glances, unsure of how to react to this unexpected revelation.

Your best friend, who was seated at the same table, leaned closer and whispered, "Are you sure about this, Y/N?"

You mustered a small smile. "I... I'm still trying to figure it out myself," you weren't exactly lying, so it wasn't a horrible thing to say.

The murmurs grew louder as people began discussing the engagement among themselves. Some raised eyebrows, expressing their doubts about the compatibility of the couple. Others seemed intrigued by the idea of such an unexpected union.

Meanwhile, Childe remained composed, sipping his wine as if the attention didn't faze him. But those who knew him well noticed a hint of unease in his eyes.

As the chatter continued, your father raised his glass, prompting everyone to follow suit. "To the happiness of my daughter and Childe, may their love and partnership flourish in the years to come!"

The toast was met with polite applause, but the uncertainty lingered in the air. Your mind swirled with conflicting emotions.

Throughout the evening, you tried to put on a brave face, engaging in small talk with the guests. But your mind was preoccupied with doubts and questions about your future.

As the night drew to a close, Childe approached you with a gentle smile. "You've handled tonight admirably," he remarked, seemingly unaffected by the skepticism around you.

"Thank you," you replied, your voice tinged with uncertainty. You saw him glance at his watch, a worried expression on his face. "What's the problem?"

"I have to go," Childe said, his voice tinged with regret.

You nodded, feeling a pang of sympathy for him. Despite his wealth and status, Childe didn't seem entirely happy with his life. And neither did you, for that matter. But for now, you had to put on a brave face and deal with the situation at hand.

"I understand. Take care, Childe," you replied, watching him as he walked away. As he disappeared into the crowd, you couldn't help but wonder what the future held for the two of you. Would you ever truly be happy together, or was this all just a facade for the sake of reputation and business deals?

Only time would tell. But for now, you had a role to play, and you had to play it well. You straightened your posture and put on your most charming smile, greeting the guests as they left the ballroom. It was going to be a long night, but you were determined to see it through.

As the guests began to trickle out, you couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over you. The night had been long and arduous, but you had managed to keep up appearances. Now, all you wanted to do was go home and relax.

As you made your way toward the exit, you felt a hand grasp your arm. You turned around to see your father, his expression conflicted.

"I'm sorry, Y/N," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I know this isn't what you wanted, but we have to do this. For the sake of our families."

You looked into his eyes, searching for any sign of sincerity. He seemed genuine, but his words only served to increase your unease. "I understand, Father," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. "But I can't help feeling like this isn't what I want. I don't want to be forced into a marriage for the sake of business deals and reputation."

He sighed, his expression softening. "I know, Y/N. And I wish it didn't have to be this way. But we have to think about the bigger picture. Our families have a lot at stake, and we can't afford to let it all fall apart."

You nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. But that didn't change the fact that your heart was heavy with doubt and uncertainty. How could you possibly marry someone you barely knew, let alone loved? It seemed like a recipe for disaster.

"I'll do my best to make it work," you said, your voice resigned. "But I can't promise anything."

Your father reached out to take your hand, squeezing it gently. "I know it's not ideal, Y/N. But I believe in you. You're a strong and capable woman. And who knows? Maybe you'll grow to love him."

You forced a smile and nodded, even though the idea seemed impossible. Love was something that couldn't be forced or manufactured. It was either there or it wasn't.

Plus, how selfish could you be to steal a man already in love?

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