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pascalpanic · 3 years

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Caffeine Rush: Chapter Ten / Marshmallow Latte

W/C: 3.2k

Warnings: language, talks of cartels and violence, mentions of the age gap between Javier and reader

A/N: welcome to some tooth rotting domestic fluff! It’s super soft and idk where the Rice Krispie bar thing came from but I figured it was cute lol. after this chapter, I’m going to start getting into a new plot line I’ve been waiting to start!!! I can’t wait for it you guys eeeeeep!!

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Marshmallow latte: steamed milk, espresso, and marshmallow syrup, topped with fluffy, bubbly froth

There’s a ringing in Javier’s ear, the buzz of a metaphorical mosquito ready to suck his blood until it leaves his body cold. Javier knows his words to you were merely palliative, especially those about Calí and his new assignment. The words he told you echo in his head, reminding him that he’s now done something he never intended to: lie to you.

The Calí cartel is by no means safe. Why would he say such a thing? He knows how false it is. It probably won’t be any safer than the hunt for Escobar, other than the fact that Javier will be spending more time in the office and less in the field.

The sun sets ridiculously early this time of year. It feels odd to Javier, the fact that it’s barely five o’clock and the sun is slowly dipping beneath the horizon. He stands at the open window, blowing cigarette smoke out into the cold air.

He turns around to see you fluttering about the kitchen and has to smile. It’s the most mundane of tasks that you make special, like making a pan of Rice Krispie bars and playing your old records. He can’t stand how beautiful it is. It makes him hate himself, the desire he has for a life like this.

Javier stubs out his cigarette in the ashtray you bought specifically for him, then sits at the kitchen counter, watching you.

You turn, hands covered in marshmallow goop and startle to see him there. “Jesus!” You squeal and then laugh. “You could warn me.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Javi chuckles as he picks up his tumbler of whiskey and takes a slow swig.

He’s just so damn pretty. His hair is growing out, nearly getting a little curl at the nape of his neck. It looks good on him, but you know he can’t stand it. His mustache is a little scruffy, stubble incoming over his jaw. You walk towards him to sit on the other stool but Javier jokingly scoots back. “Stay away from me with your hands like that. You’re going to wax my mustache off if you touch me.”

You pout at him jokingly. “You need it trimmed anyway.”

Javier laughs and stands, forcing your arms out to the side (so they can’t touch him) and kissing you gently for a moment. “I do. You know of any good barbers around here?”

Walking to the sink and washing your hands, you shake your head. “No. I usually cut my own hair.”

“How the hell do you do that?” Javier asks in bewilderment.

You shrug. “It’s my own hair. I know it best.”

“That makes sense,” he nods and chuckles as you continue to try to press down the Rice Krispies, the wooden spoon sticking to them and making a mess. “Hey, here,” he says and pulls the butter wrapper from the very top of the trash can. “It’s already greased. You can just….” he doesn’t finish his sentence, rather illustrates it by patting the bars down with the wrapper.

“You know how to cook?” You gasp in mock amusement.

“Asshole,” he teases and nudges your side, sending you lightly stumbling to the side. “Yes, I do know how to make Rice Krispie bars.”

You have to laugh. “Okay, I expected, like, boiling water, cooking eggs, maybe grilling, but certainly not Rice Krispie bars.”

He shrugs. “I suppose there’s lots you don’t know about me. We all have hidden talents.”

“And yours is Rice Krispie bars?”

“No, it’s seducing women into making them for me,” he teases and kisses your forehead, walking back for his drink.

You laugh, turning your head over your shoulder to look at his amused little smirk. There’s comfortable silence as you continue patting down the bars and then put them into the fridge.

When you move onto the clean up, Javier sighs. “Can I tell you something?”

“Always,” you nod as you scrub the pot.

He runs a hand through his hair, nearly cussing at the length of it. “I said something that wasn’t necessarily true.”

“Like a lie?” You ask sternly, raising an eyebrow at the soapy water in front of you.

Javier sighs. “A lie is when you mean to say something not true. I just said it accidentally.”

You turn to him, now concerned, and lean against the counter. “Well, what exactly was it?” You ask, concerned it's going to be something of consequence.

Javier looks down then up at you. “The Calí Cartel really isn’t less dangerous than Escobar. In fact, they’re really dangerous. It’s just… in a different way. Escobar did these grand bombings and big acts of violence. The Calí godfathers… they’re more discreet, but they do the same shit. Kidnappings, murders… and I didn’t want to tell you this because I didn’t want you to worry. But I’ve been thinking about it all day and I feel so fucking awful I just had to tell you.”

Drying your hands on a dish towel, you walk closer to him. “Well, I guess I should have known you weren’t going into desk work,” you chuckle sadly and stand in front of him where he leans against the opposite counter. “Thank you for telling me.”

“I know you worry. I just didn’t want you to.” He puts his hands on your waist, letting his legs scoot further apart for you to stand between them.

Running a hand through his hair, you kiss his forehead. “I can worry when you’re there. That’s for later. Now you’re here.”

“Damn right,” he chuckles and kisses your face in return. “Now I have something to ask of you.”

“Can you ever leave me in peace?” You tease, toying with the growing hair that reaches the tops of his ears.

He rolls his eyes at you but gives a small smile. “Why don’t you cut my hair?”

For a moment, you just stare at him, then laugh. “Seriously?”

Javi shrugs. “You said you cut your own hair. Why not?”

“Because, querido, you and I have completely different hair.” You run your fingers through it, admiring the thick hair that covers his head, even at an age where most men start thinning.

Javier takes your hand from his hair and kisses your knuckles. “Worth a shot. If you butcher it, I’ll find a barber. Otherwise, I’m sure it’ll look great.”

For a moment, you just admire his hair, looking at the texture, the style, the color. God, it really is beautiful. “I’m not a cosmetologist, Javi.”

“Give it a shot,” he shrugs.

“You really want me to do this, huh?” You laugh and rest your forehead on his shoulder. “Then why the hell not? Do you want me to do it now?”

“Now is good,” Javier nods. “I’m sick of this length.”

Sighing, you kiss his face and stand up straight. “You wait right here.” You trek into your room and get the office chair that sits at your desk. Wheeling it out to the hall, you grab Javier’s shampoo and conditioner from the shower and set it on the chair. When you have all of the tools assembled, you push it out to the kitchen and adjust the height so you can tip Javier back over the sink. “Your chair, sir.”

Javier laughs and sits in the chair, admiring the bounce of the springs and the mesh back. “Wow. Do you have one of those capes or anything?”

“Nope,” you chuckle and grab your kitchen scissors. “You’re just gonna get hair down your back and suffer.”

He lets out a dramatic sigh and you laugh, shaking your head. “Okay, tilt back.” You turn on the water and wait for it to warm up. When Javier leans back, you run the water through his hair, massaging it through his scalp. “You’re getting the whole spa treatment tonight.”

“Do I get cucumbers on my eyes?” He laughs.

“No. But if you’re nice, I’ll give you a massage.”

“If it turns into something sexual, I’ll call the massage parlor authorities on you.”

You roll your eyes. “Shut up and take the hair-washing.”

“I’m trying. You’re just a chatty little thing.”

Just for that, you splash some water into Javi’s face, making him splutter and wipe it off frantically with his hands. “What the fuck was that for?”

“I told you to shut up!” You laugh and climb into his lap, straddling him on the chair for better access to the sink. Javier’s hands naturally find your thighs, gripping them as you lean over him to wash his hair.

Javier just takes a moment to admire this position. If he felt like it, he could be an absolute demon right now; his face is all but buried in your tits, your legs are spread across his lap. But he doesn’t do anything. He just slides his hands to your waist, soaking in the sensation of your body nearly fully encasing his.

Your fingers rub shampoo into his thick hair, lathering into a swarm of white bubbles into the dark brown. Neither of you speak. You press a kiss to his forehead before washing his hair of the soap, sighing as the beautiful smell of his unique shampoo wafts through the kitchen.

As you move onto the conditioner, lathering it into his hair, you have to chuckle. “For such an old man, you have more hair than I’d have expected,” you tease lovingly.

“Hey.” He pouts up at you, squeezing your waist beneath his large fingers. “I’m not that old.”

“You’re over the hill, Peña,” you tease again.

Although it’s lighthearted, something of it resonates awkwardly in your chest cavity. He really is older than he seems. He’s forty. Of course you’re okay with it. Of course you love him regardless of age, but it is… odd. Of the people you’ve met his age, 40 years, he’s seen much more tragedy, more pain and suffering and utter evil. At the same time, he’s full of life. He’s funny and lively and animated and holy hell, vigorous and eager for sex and love and life.

Javier is feeling the same in reverse. You’re younger than him. He doesn’t mind at all. He likes it, he might even admit under some coercion. But you’re wise beyond your years, insightful and intelligent. There are some people that live a long, 80-plus year life, and still have less intellect and wisdom than you.

“I am,” he acknowledges after a moment, all of that zooming through his brain in just seconds. “Good genes, I guess.”

“Does your dad have thick hair?” You ask as you massage his scalp. You don’t ask about his mom. He doesn’t talk about her much, and you don’t want to push it. Besides, most of the genes for hair recession are passed down by the dads, in your knowledge at least.

Javier’s eyes fall shut as he enjoys the feeling. “Yeah, it’s still pretty strong. It’s all white now, but he’s got plenty of it.”

You smile at the image of Javier years from now. “Well, you’ll certainly be a silver fox someday,” you laugh and wash the conditioner out of his hair. “I bet your dad’s a stud too,” you tease.

Javier rolls his eyes but laughs a little. “He’s something. He looked pretty similar to me when he was younger.”

“So he’s hot. You have a hot dad.” Laughing, you make a mischievous smile. “Too bad you’re just some old guy.”

Javier sits bolt upright, pulling you with him and making you squeal and cling to him. You’re nearly leaned back over the linoleum now, Javier’s arms surrounding you and holding you up. “Could some old guy do this?” He says as he stands, lifting you along with him.

Frantically, you wrap your legs around his waist and cling to him for dear life. “For the love of god, put me down! I’m going to crush you!” You squeal and cling to him despite your words.

Javier shakes his head and sends water flying all over the kitchen and into your face, making you shriek agai. “Javi!”

He laughs and walks you to the desk chair, setting you where he was sitting. “Gotta run to the bathroom. Here, check out my dad,” he says and tosses you his wallet from the counter.

Opening it, you find an old and worn photo of Javier and Chucho tucked inside. Javier was much younger, maybe late teens or slightly older. He was clean shaven, smiling brightly and showing off his dimples. Chucho really is the image of Javier, though his face is already a little more worn. He looks to be about how old Javier is now. Tracing the edges of the photo, you look up to see Javier has returned, and you smile. “Thought this was you and some punk-ass kid,” you chuckle and hold it up.

“Ha ha,” he says dryly as you stand and he takes the seat back. “I don’t see the resemblance that much.”

“Really?” You scoff as you remember the photo. “It’s a cut and paste. Truly.”

He shakes his head. “Give me a cowboy hat in ten years when I’m all wrinkled and I’ll look the same.”

By now, you’ve painted an image of Chucho in your head. You see the old jeans, a flannel, the cowboy hat and the worn face. The biggest problem is superimposing Javier’s face onto that image. You try, but nothing works quite right. Grabbing the scissors, you shake your head and comb out Javier’s hair. “How short do you want it?”

He shrugs. “About the same it was when I came here.”

“That’s no help.” You frown at him, trying to trace a line where you think it might look nice. “How about here?”

Javier pays close attention to your fingers then nods. “Good.”

“Here goes nothing,” you murmur as you line the scissors up with the hair and begin snipping. “Tell me about your dad. What’s his name again, Chicharron?”

Javier snorts. “Chucho. It’s a nickname for Jesús, his legal name.”

“Hm. How do you derive Chucho from Jesús?” You ponder aloud.

“Don’t ask me. It’s just like that.”

“Keep your head still,” you chide and put a palm on the top of his head to hold him there.

He sighs, sending a puff of clipped hair into the air. “He used to be a cattle farmer. He’s retired now, just downgraded his land to a hobby farm. He likes it out there.”

You smile at the image. That sounds lovely. “How big is Laredo?”

He shakes his head. “Well, we call it Laredo, but we’re out in the sticks. It’s technically another township out there. Couple hundred people. Everyone knows everyone, you know the drill.”

Closing his eyes and forcing his head still, he continues. “Everyone loves my pops. He’s the town hero for some goddamn reason. When my mom died, we had a thousand people at her funeral. Only a few were there for her; most were for my dad. It was tough being Chuchito,” he admits. “But he’s a good guy. We didn’t get along much when I was younger. Mostly my fault. We’ve fixed that. We’re pretty close now. I call him a lot. Less since I’ve been up here.”

By the time he’s finished, you’ve hopefully perfectly trimmed up his hair. “I’d love to meet him someday.”

“He’d love you,” Javier acknowledges with a nod. “Likes anyone that can put me in my place.”

Brushing the hair off of his back and shoulders, you steal a kiss. “How about a shave too?”

“You know how?” He asks, seriously questioning it.

Nodding, you set down the scissors and cross your arms. “Worth a shot. Can I?” You ask excitedly.

He gives in. He always has to around you. “Why not?”

Clapping your hands in excitement, you get his shaving cream, razor, and aftershave from the bathroom. When you return, Javier’s wet hair is slightly fluffed and dried by his own hands.

“Okay, you lather it on,” you ask him, and he does that, turning to wash his hands of the foam once he’s done.

“Hm. Let’s see,” you murmur and stick out your tongue in concentration as you begin. You go slow, applying the lightest pressure, the way you’ve shaved your legs in the past.

It’s an odd feeling. Javier’s never had anyone else give him a shave. But it feels good. You’re delicately handling it, pressing just enough to scrape the hair and foam away without nicking the skin. Before he knows it, you’re done, leaving a slightly foamy mustache.

“How did I do?” You ask, standing and leading him to the bathroom by the hand.

Javier has to smile. He makes a few faces, touching the smooth skin. “You did perfect. Well done.”

In excitement, you laugh and throw your arms around him. “But don’t quit your day job,” he teases and kisses your head.

Gently pushing his chest, you shake your head and return to the kitchen. “You pick a new record. I’m going to sweep up this hair.”

Javier hasn’t touched a record in years before you. Sure, the local dive bar has a record machine, and he’s seen some places use them, but they’ve fallen out of style. Yet here you are, faithful to the old reliable vinyls. He puts on a Stevie Wonder disc, watching as you sweep the hair carefully from the floor. You’re so beautiful in even the most mundane of tasks. It’s crazy to Javier, how fast he fell for you when he’s never truly fallen for anyone else. He would do anything for you, he can’t help but think as he watches you sweeping the remnants of his haircut.

Signed, Sealed, Delivered plays and Javier can’t help but move his hips a little as he wanders back to you. Then he snaps to the beat, humming the words. Javier wraps his arms around you from behind, putting his hands on the broom and sweeping along with you.

“Mm, good choice,” you chuckle and turn to give him a kiss. He guides you around the floor, four bare feet on linoleum, dancing with your back pressed to his chest.

It’s a peppy song, but Javier’s motions are a little slower than the tempo. If he’s being honest, he just enjoys having you in his arms. He hums the melody, forcing you to set the broom aside and twirling you to face him.

He takes one of your hands and the other finds his shoulder as he leads the dance through the kitchen. It’s surprised you how much Javier loves to dance. It’s always been the intimate kind, cheek to cheek, lyrics whispered through the tiny space between lips and ears. He never seemed like the type. You love it.

He doesn’t know the verses like you do; you sing them to him, even forcing him to spin, but he always makes sure to join you on the chorus: Signed, sealed, delivered, I’m yours….

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 3 years

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Today, Deuce Spade, Ace Trappola, Idia Shroud, and Azul Ashengrotto were summoned by an Anon.

What are they up to today, I wonder? Let’s see for ourselves!

Love is Blind!

“You’re cheating.”

“I believe you are sorely mistaken, Ace-san,” Azul purred, fanning out a hand of play money before himself. “It cannot be helped if you are lacking in luck or entrepreneurial abilities. Perhaps if you were more focused on managing your resources instead of accusing me of playing foul, you would be closer to victory.”

“You’ve definitely gotta be cheating!!”

Ace stood abruptly, causing his chair to squeal across the floor. He slammed his hands on the table—dice, cards, and player pieces glattering from the motion. Sandwiched between the upset first year and a smug octopus, Idia jumped in his seat.

“E-Eep!!”

“Ace, stop that!” Deuce barked, setting up what few precious paper Madol he had left down. “We came to have fun, not to argue with our upperclassmen.”

“But he’s been winning every single round of Monopoly since we started!!” Ace shot back, pointing an accusing finger at Azul.

“Then maybe Ashengrotto-senpai is right, and you need to worry more about yourself than what others are doing.”

“Oi, are you taking his side, Deuce?!”

“I’m on no one’s side.”

“You’re fine with playing the same thing again and again and losing over and over? That’s not fun at all!!”

“I just want to play without getting into a shouting match!!”

“Y-You’re getting into a shouting match anyway...” Idia shrunk into himself and away from the argument.

“Gentlemen, gentlemen—let’s settle down. If the current game is a cause for concern, then we can easily change it.” Azul jerked his head in the direction of a closet. Its door was ajar, a number of board games and card decks spilling out onto the floor.

“W-Whatever gets these normies to shut up...”

“As a courtesy to the Board Game Club’s guests, I will allow you, Ace-san and Deuce-san, to do the honor of picking our next game,” the octopus offered, waving a hand at the overflowing closet. “You may choose whatever you wish, so long as we have the equipment for it.”

“Haaah? You’ll just let us pick whatever we want?” Ace’s exasperated expression suddenly morphed into something more... sadistic. Glancing to classmate, his lips yanked into a cocky smirk. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking, Deuce-kun?”

He returned the devious look. “I thought you’d never ask, Ace-kun.”

Azul’s smile fell, and Idia’s stomach lurched.

Why did they have a bad feeling about this?

The squeal of sneakers and a flurry of footsteps echoed off the basket court. Two boys flew across the polished floor, while another pair lagged after them—panting and sweating buckets.

I-Is this Tartarus? Idia wondered.

Though the bleachers were empty, he felt as though the weight of the world were upon his shoulders. Idia was exposed under the strong lights, with heat tearing through the weak body of a shut-in. He would keel over any moment now.

Azul was not faring much better, his face blotchy and bright pink from chasing the first years around the court. His legs trembled like jelly. The poor boy’s glasses kept sliding down his face frok how slick with sweat his skin was—he needed to push them back up every few seconds.

But his pride would not allow him to forfeit.

“I’m open! Pass!!” Ace called out to his partner.

Deuce chucked the basketball hard. It sailed in an arc from his chest to Ace’s. He caught it easily, dribbling it to the other side of the court.

“Idia-san...!! We must defend our hoop!” Azul shouted, his words coming out in short spurts.

“I-It’s pointless, Azul-shi. Th-The princess will be in another castle by the time we make it there...” The otaku stumbled, managing to save himself by catching his knees.

“Now is not the time for your gamer colloquialisms!” Azul gritted his teeth. “At this rate, we will lose!”

“I-I don’t think we can...”

The octopus was already gone before Idia could complete his sentence, racing off toward Ace—Ace, who was aiming. Ace, who was preparing to shoot his shot. Ace, who let the ball fly from his fingertips.

“Tch...!!” Azul lunged, aiming to smack the ball out of Ace’s grasp—

—but instead, he caught the basketball with his face. His glasses smashed against him, and with a groan, Azul collapsed onto the floor, clutching onto his head.

At once, the other boys paled and scrambled to his side.

“Oh, crap...!! Azul-senpai!! Are you okay?!”

Riddle-ryocho is going to behead me if he hears about this. Ace winced at the thought.

“Eeeeeep!! H-His health got knocked down to zero!!” Idia looked as though he, too, would faint.

“A-Ashengrotto-senpai?! Get a hold of yourself! Ashengrotto-senpai!!” Deuce seized Azul by the shoulders and roughly shook him. The octopus’s head flopped back and forth uselessly, a dazed expression on his face.

“Oi, cut it out, dummy! You’ll make it worse!!”

“Haaaah... Th-This is why I didn’t want to get involved with these troublesome things...”

“Did you say something, Shroud-senpai?”

“I-It’s nothing...!! N-Nothing at all... I-I just think... w-we should bring him to the infirmary to heal up.”

“For a quiet guy, you got some good ideas.” Ace laughed. “Hey, Azul-senpai, you need help walking there?”

“I can walk perfectly fine by myself, thank you very mu—“ Midsentence, he stumbled and landed against Deuce.

“I’ll take that as a yes, then.” Ace flanked Azul, offering his shoulder to lean on and a cheeky grin. “C’mon, no harm, no foul. Take it as an apology for messin’ up your face.”

“Yeah, what Ace said! Please let us make it up to you. It’s the least we can do.”

“... Hmph. You Heartslabyul first years... Riddle-san has helped you shape up a bit, I see.” Azul closed his eyes and sighed. “Very well. I will accept your assistance just this once. Consider it a deal.”

“Th-Then... it’s a t-truce?”

“Fufu. A truce it is, then.”

“That—“

“Yup! Sounds good to me!” Ace chirped, cutting his friend off. “So, since we settled things, there’s noooo need to tell Riddle about this, right?”

Azul smile was sunny.

Deceptively so.

“If that is what you desire, perhaps we can arrange another deal. How does two weeks of labor at the Mostro Lounge sound in exchange for buying my silence on this matter?”

... Crap.

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enchantedlix · 2 years

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SLEEP

Sleep - Bang Chan " Do you wanna sleep together? " You asked him as you saw his ears turn red into the video call you guys were having. " Umm uh" he stuttered not knowing what to say and you couldn't help but notice how adorable he was. " I didn't mean it that way dufus. You don't seem to get any sleep over there in your dorm. I'm just concerned that you wouldn't be able to focus on your upcoming comeback promotions. " You said to him seriously worried. " So.... Are you... " He asked his eyes avoiding mine and his red ears not going anywhere. " Am I asking you to move in with me? Yes, yes I am. " You said, trying to be the bold one in the relationship for once. " Eeeeeep. " He squealed and suddenly the phone faced the ceiling and you heard a scream. " Chan?! Chan you there? Are you alright?" But Chan didn't pick up the fallen phone, I.N. did, " Y/N what did you do?!!! " he exclaimed. " Huh? Did something happen? " " Wait let me show you. " He said and he turned the phone for me to see a excited and high jumping Chris while Han was explaining how it was normal for kangaroos to do this. " I guess it's a yes then , " you said to yourself. … " do you even know what color is?! " You asked looking at his all black clothes laid out on your bed. " What? the color of my heart is black. " He said shrugging his shoulders. " Don't work too much, Chan it's not good for you. " You said as we he was setting up his equipment in your room. But he simply ignored your words as he put on his headphones to edit this track he was working on. You sighed realizing how you has to get used to him working up late. … You couldn't get used to him working up late. What you thought could make it better was just making it worse. You seemed to spend even less time with him than before. It was you getting up in the morning to make him breakfast to see him wide awake working on yet another track and when you'd be wide awake there he was sleeping on his laptop fully into dreamland. He didn't even need a pillow, his infamous laptop was more than enough. By the time you came back from college you'd find the house empty indicating that he left for practice. And while you were preparing dinner his hands would slip into your waist and hug you from behind. At first you didn't mind, but days turned into weeks and although his promotions were over he was still busy. Your eyes filled with concern at the amount of concealer he used to cover up his dark circles that had formed. No sleep at night no sleep during the day, maybe the song insomnia was his life story. You asked the other members about him but they gave you some hope. That was to call his mom. The matters had now passed into your hands and no one could stop you anymore. You waited for his hands to trail your waist once again and when they finally did, you grabbed his wrist and sat him down in your bedroom. He looked at you, ironically his eyes were filled with worry. " Babe, are you okay? Is everything fine? " " Really Chan? I'm the one who has to ask you that! When was the last time you slept for more than 4 hours? " His mouth parted to give you an answer yet he had none. " You, Bang Christopher Chan, are going to give me some cuddles after I give you a bowl of soup and you are going to sleep. This is an order. " You said looking at him as sternly as you could. " That's kind of you to be concerned but I have to finish this track by tomorrow so that me and Changbin can work on it. " He said and tried to stand up but you sat him down once again. " Do you want me to call your mom? " You asked at him almost letting out a chuckle when you saw his eyes go wide. " You wouldn't. You couldn't possibly have her number. " " I mean Felix and u are friends and he can come in handy sometimes. " You said taking out your phone scrolling through your contacts. " Okay fine. Deal. I'll obey your order your highness, just don't tell my mom. Okay? " You nodded and brought him his bowl of soup and once he licked it clean which you clearly enjoyed watching you changed into a comfy sweater. Why? Because you finally getting the cuddles you craved for. You opened the door excitedly only to find your boyfriend snoring peacefully and finally on a pillow. You tucked yourself into his arms and switched the lights off smiling as you felt sleep taking over you as well.

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moonlit-han · 4 years

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stray kids’ reactions when finding out that you’re pregnant ↠ all members

genre: reaction, fluff, angst word count: 3.3k warnings: discussion of pregnancy (obviously), mention of abortion, discussion of sex & kinks, swearing, suggestive request: yes (anon) a/n: i tried to make this inclusive of anyone who can and decides to bear children. this is in no reflects stray kids in reality, as this is purely a work of fiction. also, thanks to lin for the cheesecake and twirling bits~ reminder: respect a person’s right to choose whether they will have a child or not. it’s their business and their’s alone. if you have a problem with that, then perhaps this fic isn’t for you. and, please remember to practice safe sexual habits and always, always, get continued and enthusiastic consent!

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bang chan

a year after getting married

the two of you had decided to have children

and had been trying to conceive for maybe 5 months

for the first couple months, you’d both been stressed and so your bodies hadn’t exactly cooperated

but just this last time you’d tried, everything had been perfect

the mood was just right, you’d moved seamlessly together, it was exactly the right time of the month

everything was as it should be

so, a few weeks later

you’d called chan into the bathroom and taken the little test

having woken up feeling a little off

…..well, not necessarily off, but just different

you thought it’d be a good idea to take the pregnancy test

you sat on chan’s lap as the test slowly revealed the information

and since you’d done this several times before,

you leaned your head back against your husband’s shoulder, waiting with bated breath

after a few minutes, chan, who’d been looking down into your lap, rubbed your belly excitedly

“oh love, you’re pregnant!” he said,

you turned in chan’s arms and began to cry from sheer relief and happiness

you’d had a little nagging worry in the back of your mind that you might not be able to get pregnant

but it was just that now: meaningless worry

you couldn’t believe it

you were going to have chan’s baby

and honestly, you couldn’t think of a better person to be a father

chan was practically vibrating

because, oh my gods, he was so excited

i mean;;;

really!!

fucking!!!

excited!!!!!

he now gets to channel all his dad energy into

actually being a dad!!!

eeeeeep!!!!!

he’d been wanting to be a father and now he was!!!!

he was on cloud 9

and so he scooped you up to carry you to the bed, gently laying you down

“i’m not going to break like fine china” you giggled, and chan just kissed your nose

for the rest of the day, chan absolutely worshipped you (and your body)

making it extremely obvious that he was even more in love with you than before

that he would love you until the end of time and beyond

lee minho

you hadn’t exactly been trying to get pregnant

but pregnant you were

you’d used protection—two kinds!

and were careful

but sometimes that’s just not enough

you noticed that your period was late

only by a couple days but your cycles were freakishly regular

so, you went and got a pregnancy test

minho was at work when you called him

(he’d had to go in on a saturday to finish something ajhskjfh)

so you really just couldn't wait to tell him

when he picked up, you didn’t waste any time

“minho, i’m pregnant”

“WHAT??!!!”

you could practically hear minho’s look of shock through the phone

“i’m pregnant, minho. can you come home early so we can talk about this?”

“yeah i’ll be home as soon as i can!!”

you just curled up on the couch with the cats, waiting for him to get home

minho was a little panicky bc neither of you had planned for this

not now, if ever

the two of you were neck-deep in your careers

and had been doing perfectly fine without children

while the idea of it was nice, you knew that, realistically, you probably wouldn’t be able to support children

it seemed like you were being tested by the universe or something

as much as you didn’t want to admit it

the decision was fairly clear to you

so when minho came home

you’d been thinking about the situation for a long time

and had already cried once

“i can’t, min,” was the first thing you said when he sat down next to you

“i know, honey. it’s okay.”

“i feel horrible but i can’t have this child. we haven’t planned for this or anything. this wasn’t supposed to happen.”

your voice was a little shaky as you laid your head against minho’s shoulder

“so, what are you thinking you’ll do?”

minho’s voice is gentle and leaves all the space in the world for whatever answer you’ll give

“i— please don’t be mad?” you’re starting to worry now

“y/n, love, it’s completely your choice. you know that. i support you whether you decide to have the child or not.”

minho wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer

“i don’t think i can see this through right now, min,” you said quietly

he nods, knowing what your next words will be

“i’m going to get an abortion. it’s still so early—it’ll be fine.”

minho just held you as the weight of what you’d just said crashed down

but you knew it was the right choice

there was no way you were ready to have a child

minho was the most supportive and understanding he could be

you were glad that you’d chosen him as your life partner

and, if you ever did decide to have a child, you knew that he’d make a great father

just his reaction and support in this situation alone told you that much

maybe, just maybe, you’d try in a few years

seo changbin

you and changbin were kind of neutral on the whole “having kids” thing

you weren’t trying to get pregnant

but then again, you weren’t trying not to get pregnant

plus, you’d just found a new kink of changbin’s

he’d come home one night and was ~very much in the mood~

he was just praising you over and over, and telling you exactly how he was going to make you feel incredible

then one little thing slipped out, one totally new thing

“i’m gonna fill you up so well”

but there was no denying that it was insanely hot

especially in his slightly husky voice

he’d continued, over and over, his face buried in the crook of your neck

and by the end of the night, you’d felt a bit like an eclair with too much cream in it

it wasn’t your period that had alerted you

no, not that because your period was annoyingly irregular

it was when you started to feel a bit funny in the mornings

that you decided to take a pregnancy test

you’d been shocked (well, only a little bit) to find that you were indeed pregnant

you waited until changbin got home

and then sauntered up to him quite sexily

you trailed your fingers over his chest and whisper “hey baby”

changbin looked more than a little excited and was all “just give me a minute and then i’m all yours”

and then, you just dropped the news into the conversation like a child drops a particularly large rock into a pond

knowing there will be a splash but not really caring

“i’m pregnant” *y/n grinning like a fox*

changbin spluttered and had to lean against the wall for a moment

he finally got himself back under control

changbin: “well, i guess my impregnation kink paid off”

AKLJDHAKLDJFHGAKJDFH

y/n: “fucking hell bin, you’re not supposed to say that!”

changbin: “i’m right tho…..”

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

yeah okay changbin was right

and it had been a hot several weeks in the bedroom since he’d realized that kink

you definitely couldn’t complain

the two of you decided that you’re ready to be parents

and that, of course, you’d stay together

the child would have two completely devoted parents

who, when the child turned 25, would insist on telling them the story of their conception

changbin was absolutely over the moon

he couldn’t wait to cuddle you while your belly grows

bc you’d be even softer than usual

and absolutely lovely

just knowing you’re carrying his child makes him even more in love with you than he already was

hwang hyunjin

mild panic

nothing major

just thE FACT THAT HE GOT YOU PREGNANT

FUCK

F U C K

…………..

what if his mother found out

he’d definitely be dead as a doorknob, then

aNYwAy

hyunjin would be nothing but incredible

yeah, he wasn’t expecting that he’d get you pregnant

and you’d been on birth control and being very careful

he also completely expected you to not want to have the baby

and, really, he was okay with that

it was your body, after all

but when you told him that you were pregnant

and that you wanted to have the baby

he immediately went into full-on support mode

telling you he’d never, ever, leave you

and that he’d always be there for the kid, too

he snuggled you for hours

(literally some of the best snuggling you’d ever had)

just talking about how you’d be parents

and what color you should paint the child’s room

hyunjin voted for peach, since it’s a warm color that would both brighten the room and calm the little one

you also talked about whether, now that you were pregnant, you wanted to get married

“while i’d be heartbroken if i couldn’t marry you, y/n, i understand if you don’t want to.”

you’d immediately shot down that idea

“nope, i’m marrying you, hwang hyunjin. you’re not getting out of that one so easily!”

hyunjin was extremely relieved, since all he’d wanted to do since you’d started dating was marry you

and now he was going to!!!!

you’d kissed him thoroughly and were well on your way to doing more

when hyunjjin remembered that he should probably tell his mother that

a) he was getting married

and b) he was going to be a father

you promised to tell your parents, too

everyone was surprised, but not too surprised

your mother actually said she’d been waiting for one of those two things to happen so the two of you would just get it together and be together for the rest of your lives

(ajfgakjdfghalkj moooooooom;;;;; )

you decided to have the wedding after the baby was born

after all, you were committed to each other

and there was no reason to think otherwise

all you could think of as you lay in bed that night was how your child would definitely be taller than you by the time they were twelve

as hyunjin lay beside you, all he could think of was that the baby would have your smile

he was sure of it

and he knew that everything would be okay

as long as he kept you smiling

han jisung

jisung’s immediate response was:

“oh my god, we need cheesecake to celebrate!!!”

and proceeded to drag you out the door to buy cheesecake

he’d be just as excited as chan

and had definitely been thinking about what it’d be like to have kids with you

so when you’d told him you were pregnant

jisung was ecstatic

he’d already been thinking about names

and wasted no time in telling them to you

the day after you told him

you spent an entire day in bed, just talking about what you’d name your child

how you wanted to raise them

what you’d like to be called as parents

if there were things that you were completely against in parenting, you’d discuss those, too

aaaand after a particularly lovely morning in bed,

jisung just kinda mumbled to you

“baby, you’re gonna be so hot”

“ji what’re you talking about?? i’m not already hot?“

“you’re gonna be even hotter. when you’re showing. like, holy fuck!! just knowing you’re pregnant with my kid is the hottest thing ever. you’re gonna be an amazing parent—it’s all you! there wasn’t, um, much for me to do…”

“hmmm, enjoy it while it lasts, because i’m gonna have dark circles under my eyes for the next 10 years”

“you’ll still be hot as fuck, though, baby”

AKFJLHALKDFHSJKFH

he’s just really sweet and excited hhhhhh

jisung would also try to learn everything he could to support you

and make sure that you and the baby stay safe

oh and then that one time you went to the obstetrician for a routine check early on

and welp you’re having twins

jisung kind of freaked out

but mainly around his friends

to you, he was nothing but excited and totally ready to take on the challenge of raising two kids at once

yikes

but he would be determined to do everything right for the kids

and would be such a fun and loving father

lee felix

felix hadn’t said anything about it to you before

but once you’d gotten married

he’d really wanted to have kids

felix, though, being a sweetie, hadn’t brought it up because he wanted you to have full choice over whether you’d have kids

but he’d secretly hoped that you’d decide that having kids with him was what you wanted

so when you told him that you wanted to go off birth control

bc you thought it was time the two of you should start a family

felix felt like it was his lucky day

when you told him you’d waited long enough for the birth control not to affect you

felix had texted your friends, who were supposed to meet you for dinner, that something unavoidable and important had come up

and that you had to cancel

then, he’d pulled you into the bedroom and you hadn’t gotten any sleep

two months later, you told felix that you were, indeed, pregnant

he picked you up and spun you around, squeezing you so tight!!

and then put you down quickly, a look of horror on his face

“what if i just hurt you and,,,,the baby,,,,”

“felix it doesn’t work like that, you know that”

“true, sorry. just paranoid.

BUT OH MY GOD WE’RE HAVING A BABY!!!!!”

he kissed you so deeply that you thought he must have some merman in him

no normal human could go without proper breath that long

felix then called every single one of his friends and family to tell them the good news

he called chan twice by accident

and chan just acted like he’d never heard the news before

(chan texted you shortly thereafter, wondering if felix was okay)

felix was all smiles for weeks after,

telling anyone and everyone that he was going to be a father

he’d leave little post-its around for you with baby names

or would add random things to the shopping list, just to see if it was something you were craving

on more than one occasion, your cravings found new and surprisingly delicious food combinations that felix managed to create proper recipes for

once the baby was born,

felix’s favorite thing was to fall asleep with the baby on his chest

he’d sing soft lullabies to them, usually putting you to sleep, too

all he wanted to do was show both of you all the love in the world

kim seungmin

you’d called seungmin a month after a surprisingly wild night together

you’d been seeing each other off and on

just casually, nothing serious

mainly just physical but with a nice friendship

it was the perfect thing for two graduate students who sometimes needed to take the edge off

but now he—

fuck

he’d gotten you pregnant

he couldn’t believe it, especially since the two of you were always careful

you sounded so bewildered over the phone

and seungmin insisted that you meet up to talk about it

when he saw you, he immediately wrapped you in the tightest embrace possible

and just whispered “i’m sorry” over and over again

then, you had a long conversation about next steps

you wanted to have the baby,

since you’d wanted to have a child someday

and thought, seeing as you could actually provide for the child, you were fine with being pregnant

but you also wanted seungmin to be in the child’s life

he wholeheartedly agreed

and then…

and then you suggested actually dating

seungmin, who’d “caught” feelings months ago, was overjoyed

he was all for becoming a couple

and being there for you and the child in all ways he could

he began by asking you out on a date

and all you could do was laugh

bc here he was, the man who’d gotten you pregnant, asking you on a date

it was mildly ridiculous

but you said yes to him faster than you’d said yes to anything else before

seungmin researched the things pregnant people should and shouldn’t do

and then made sure not to suggest any of those things for dates

oh and he always had a little note in his wallet with the foods you shouldn’t eat, too

he just wanted the best for you

and completely spoiled you

seungmin felt a little guilty, as if he’d somehow tricked you into dating him

but you insisted that it was nothing like that

you truly wanted to be with him

and had, honestly, just been waiting for a chance to broach the subject

even after you decided to be life partners

and even after the baby was born

seungmin still felt amazed that he’d been lucky enough to end up with you

you were amazing

and the baby had your laugh,

which only made his world all that more brighter

yang jeongin

jeongin absolutely smothered you in kisses when you told him

it was as if he wanted to show his purest self

totally and unashamedly in love

and intent on showing it at all times

he’d carried you to your bedroom and told you to just rest

you’d giggled, insisting that you didn’t have to be bedridden yet

meanwhile, he’d gone to the kitchen and made you breakfast

he was determined to do everything for you

after all, another life was growing inside you

it was the least he could do

later that day, he started dismantling his office so it could be the child’s room

and insisted on going out and buying you every single piece of maternity clothing you could ever want

he researched all the right foods for you to eat while pregnant

and make sure to do a lead test on the paint in your slightly older home

(it was all okay, but he just wanted to check!)

jeongin was so, so excited that he was having a child with you

he couldn’t stop talking about it when you went to a small get-together of friends

he definitely told all his co-workers

and was just glowing with pride

jeongin had a list as long as his forearm of all the different baby names he loved

and he hoped that you would want more than one child

he was incredibly excited for the whole experience of being a father

after being the youngest in his friend group and being babied so much

he wanted to show that he could be responsible and mature

(even though he was already 34 years old and mature enough)

sometimes he acted a little silly and giddy

but who could blame him?!

bc after months of careful planning and attempts

you were pregnant!

and jeongin couldn’t be happier

he would show you and the child (or children!)

that life was sweeter than ambrosia

and that he’d love you with his whole being

completely and utterly, as deeply as he could

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tag games!

here’s me catching up on all the fun a million years later <3

check in tag! ✔

thank you for thinking of me @haechanblr @exoxobsession @xiusoomygod @his-mochi-cheeks @cxsmicmyeon

why did you choose your url? kyungsoo (the loml) + suibian (mdzs)

any side blogs? none active... i will soon deactivate baekislub

how long have you been on tumblr? since oct’19

do you have a queue tag? q: srb for my fics

why did you start your blog in the first place? upon my sister’s insistence to write fics for exo and rekindle my long lost love for writing

why did you choose your icon/pfp? do i need a reason? ;~~~~~~~;

why did you choose your header? again, do i need a rea-

what’s your post with the most notes? my dad!baek fic - like father, like daughter

how many mutuals do you have? 60ish

how many followers do you have? *thinking*

how many people do you follow? 72

have you ever made a shitpost? somebody please *awkward* explain to me what is a shitpost! the definition online is quite vague :/

how often do you use tumblr each day? i pop in every once in a while

did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? erm not exactly but i do remember 2020 being a dreadful year for the exo writing community

how do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts? i just do what i want hehe

do you like tag games? take a wild guess 😆

do you like ask games? i don’t usually play ask games cuz they make me nervous 🥲

which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous? my moots are all incredibly talented and i am blessed to have found friends in so many of them! i’m sure they're all tumblr famous 😎 more often than not i find myself wondering why they chose to follow me

do you have a crush on a mutual? i am by default an unnie to most 😂

tags? at the bottom!

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8 songs 8 people 🎼

thank you for the tag @cxsmicmyeon @rosetvler !!! soooo i’ve only been listening to exo and nct sometimes in the last two years eeeeeep so idk how i’m going to fare here.

favorite song at the moment: runaway by exo

song u associate with ur favorite ship: wuji for wangxian <3

a song that could be about you: at the risk of sounding slightly pretentious...and i literally don’t know why but i used to think that...oooff idk...okay miss jackson by p!atd. also, when my friend moved to a different college and found new friends and started to ignore me i would cry to 'how to save a life' by 'the fray' in the autorickshaw on my way back home from college :P

a song u think is overrated: i don’t wanna go around starting fires for fun. not today.

a song that reminds you of a good memory: oh, there are so many! paranoid by jonas brothers; thriller, billie jean, and smooth criminal by michael jackson; stayin’ alive by bee gees; one more night by maroon 5; ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING A R RAHMAN!!!!!

the last song i listened to: SKIN TO SKIN BY LUHAN! ahahah same as starry when she did this tag!

a song that makes you laugh: lu by luhan (the man says to “blow it like a flute” and he made it when he was drunk. need i say more?) - YES I TOTALLY STOLE STARRY’S ANSWER AGAIN AND WHAT ABOUT IT *small voice* i'm sorry starry 🤧

a song i want my mutuals to listen to: i’m the last person to be recommending music since all of you know better but to answer the question...'what if i said’ and ‘catch me when i fall’ by luhan and please stream dftf hehe

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zodiac sign game! ✨

thank you my bebes @rosetvler @exoxobsession !!!

☆ list your zodiac sign: pisces sun, taurus moon, capricorn rising

☆ list a few personality traits associated with your sign: sociable, composed, dreamy, tactful, empathic, vengeful, quick to deny things.

☆ list 3 idols/celebrities with your Zodiac Sign: nct jungwoo, wayv ten (same b’day), bts yoongi

☆ list 3 signs that are most compatible with yours: google says taurus, cancer, capricorn, and scorpio.

☆ list 3 signs that are the least compatible with yours: google says aries, gemini, and sagittarius. google is not wrong about sagittarius 🥲

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bias selfie tag

tagged by squishy @kyungseokie 🥺💖

here's a lazy, 'cant get out of bed', 'new glasses are giving me a headache', 'can either smile or look into the camera or hold my phone steady', 'thank god for filters' selfie of mine next to the most gorgeous man to ever grace the earth.

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lockscreen + homescreen reveal📱

i love you, rosie @rosetvler 🥰 i did this on sunday hehe

inviting everyone tagged above + @is-that-baekhyuns-shirt @vampwrrr @leewalberg @kunrengui @kyoonqs @privebbh @crossandchange @littleflowercrown13 @making-me-blush @j-pping @jenmyeons @7wanderingpaws @changshapatrol @smolgirlbigthoughts @thedeviousdo @fightoh @royal-aeris to participate in any or all of these games (only if you wish to) 💖

#tag games!

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