#and it doesn't even have to be for high school

[thatnewweeb]

Collab | Kozume Kenma

Summary | Fans of you and Kenma wanted a collab, but didn't realise you've been together for a year

Content | Fluff, I guess kinda hidden relationship

Word Count | 0.5k

A/N | I like the idea of this, I might rewrite this to be longer at some point

Fans of both you and Kenma have been begging for a collab between you two for a long time. People had started to realise that you followed each other on Twitter and would regularly reply to each other.

When someone asked about the possibility of a collab between the two of you, you confirmed that you'd like to, and that you've known Kenma since high school.

Many collabs later, you're sat in your gaming chair playing League of Legends on stream with Kodzuken.

"Kodzu, you're pretty cute, you know," you say into your microphone, smiling. He immediately starts stumbling over his words, blushing slightly.

You giggle, glancing at his stream on your third monitor, watching him struggle with his words, face dusted with pink. Switching your attention to your chat, you smile at the chat messages flying in.

"Come on, don't do that to me," he mutters, getting his focus back on the game.

Smiling, you shake your head slightly, muting yourself briefly to talk to your chat, laughing at how many people are enthusiastically agreeing or questioning you. You don't respond to any of the questions, just smiling at them.

A while later, you glance at your chat and a certain question jumps out at you. "Hey, Kodzu."

He hums in response to you, taking a sip of either water or some other drink in a G-Fuel cup.

"Are we ever gonna meet up in person?" you ask, repeating the question asked to you in your chat.

He chokes a little on his drink but manages not to spit it everywhere, placing the cup back down. He stumbles over his words for a moment before his response comes. "I'd like to."

You giggle, looking at the chat messages coming in calling you guys cute, saying they ship you guys, or expressing jealousy of either one of you.

"Yeah? I'd like that a lot, Kodzuken," you whisper in a jokingly flirty voice. The look on his face makes you laugh.

Not long later, you both say goodbye to your chats and end your streams. You and Kenma stay on the Discord call once the streams are finished.

"So," you smirk, leaning forward with your head resting on your hand "When are we meeting in person?" you ask teasingly.

He rolls his eyes at you. "You're such an asshole sometimes," he says before ending the call.

With a smile, you lean back in your gaming chair. Only a moment later, the door swings open, your boyfriend walking in.

"You know what calling me cute and stuff on stream does to me," he complains, pouting slightly.

Laughing, you hold your arms out to him. "I know, I know, but I just can't resist! You're way too cute!"

He shakes his head but walks over to let you hug him anyway, even though he doesn't hug you back. "If you keep acting like that, they're gonna figure out we've been dating for ages," he says, hiding his soft smile in your hair.

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[patolemus]

Sterek fic recs: High School AU Edition

In honor of my conversation with @darling-winnie about same age!Sterek, as well as my promise to @oldefashioned, here are some high school au recs!

1. Double Cherries (And 'Extra' Hoodies) by undercoverbastard

“No, no - wait - don’t tell me,” Stiles suddenly said, leaning forward and grinning at the boy directly on his right, eyes gleaming with joy and mischief as he spoke. “You want… a salmon burger, swiss, with fruit, and a vanilla shake. Eh?”

Derek scowled, shoving his menu at Stiles as he slumped back. “No,” he said plainly. Stiles pouted.

“Too bad! That’s what I’m penning you in for, Eyebrows,” Stiles said, scribbling on his notepad as he stood and began to walk away. Derek huffed, opening his mouth to give Stiles his actual order, but the only word he got out was ‘I’ before Stiles waved him off without even looking back at Derek or down at the notepad, stride unbroken, as he recited:

“Double cheeseburger, half swiss, half cheddar, no pickles, curly fries, side honey mustard, strawberry milkshake, extra thick, double cherries.”

+.+.+

OR: alive hale family, alive claudia, and high school friends stiles/derek - all wrapped into one, based on a joke from a TV show i watched when i was 7, and then got wildly out of control!

Notes: adorable, I love their banter and the conection they have. Alive!Hale family is always such a treasure, and Claudia and Talia's friendship is great here. It's completed.

2. i wanna dance with somebody (who loves me) by bleepobleep

Derek gets in an accident and loses a few years of his memory; suddenly everything is different— he's not a freshman loser anymore, but a popular senior, captain of the basketball team, a shoo-in for prom king, too, and he should have everything he's ever wanted— except he doesn't seem to be friends with Stiles anymore.

Notes: Derek is not having a good time. Pookie just wants to be with his best friend but it turns out they're not best friends anymore and the world doesn't make sense because of it. A little angsty but it all works out. It's completed.

3. Don't Kiss and Tell by Hedwig221b

Paige has finally got the boyfriend she always wanted. The only thing is, said boyfriend doesn't touch her, doesn't kiss her and spends all his time with Stiles Stilinski. You'd think they were dating, or something...

Notes: When I tell you I go feral for this au every single time I read it! Hedwig has the best unhinged obsessive sterek fics and I'll swear on that, don't even try to change my mind. Poor Paige is definitely being led on here, and both Derek and Stiles are assholes in this one, but they're in love and they're completely devoted to each other, so it's okay (I know it doesn't make sense now, but it will. Trust). It's completed.

4. But Then What... by Stoney

Senior year is almost over, and all Stiles needs to do is keep his head down to survive. A teacher calls in a favor, leaving him stuck tutoring Derek Hale, one of the most popular jocks in school and a member of a group of douchecanoes who have bullied Stiles for years. He's someone Stiles totally hates. Totally. Like, doesn't like him even a little bit. DEFINITELY isn't attracted to him.

Except that is a total lie. Fuck his life, seriously.

Notes: Typical Jock/Nerd enemies to lovers only it's Stiles being incredibly paranoid and angsty all of the time lol. They both had me shaking my head because my babies truly don't know how to communicate, but we got there! Eventually. It's completed.

5. Just The Same by foxlavander

Something is seriously up with the captain of the lacrosse team. There's just no way Derek Hale is human. *** “I was wondering if you're even human. You move so quickly. I mean, it's ridiculously fast. No human should be able to move that fast, y'know? It's unfair for us. I mean, it's obvious you work out, and I don't, so that could be why, but like...I was just wondering if you were human, that's all.” “Stop talking, Stilinski, or I'll—” “Put me on the bench all season?” Stiles asks knowing full well that Derek Hale can't threaten him with shit.

Notes: This one is so good. Stiles is onto you, Derek! But seriously, they're so awesome in this one. And Derek bakes and he wants to open up a bakery and it's adorable. I love them and I love the Hales, everything is great. Look out for the werewolf reveal! It's completed.

6. The In Which Stiles Is Secretly Magic series by apocryphal

All Stiles wants from life is to learn to control his magic, keep his grades up, and not die horribly while saving Beacon Hills from supernatural threats. It's all going pretty well until Derek Hale, werewolf extraordinaire, has to go and ask him on a date. That asshole.

Notes: The lore for magic users in here is honestly so good. Love the world building! The Hales are alive in this one as well, which for me is always a plus. A little bit (maybe more than a little bit) angsty but it ends well. There's a few things going on, but basically Stiles is basically Deaton's apprentice and there are Rules(TM) he has to follow as a magic user. He's pretty badass though! The series is technically not finished, but both parts in the series are completed.

7. cheer up, babe by graveltotempo

He was the basketball captain. And he was a cheerleader. Can I make it any more clear? OR: Derek Hale thought he had his crush on Stiles Stilinski under control. And then Stiles decided to show up to school in a skirt.

Notes: Derek spends all 20k words thirsting over Stiles, as he should. Stiles gets to wear a skirt and be generally awesome. They are disgustingly sweet together.

8. Made Your Mark on Me (A Golden Tattoo) by writteninthewolfstar

Beacon Hills High and Lycan Heights High are well-known enemies. Derek Hale, Lycan Heights' star quarter-back, is well-known for being aggressive and arrogant. Imagine Stiles surprise when he discovers that Derek Hale is actually his soul-mate.

Notes: This one is very sweet. There's insecure Stiles and absolutely lovely Derek. It's abo with Omega!Stiles and Alpha!Derek, and it's actually pretty wholesome. Derek is like public enemy number one of BHHS and a jock, Stiles is a loner, and when they turn out to be soulmates they have to navigate what that means for it. It has 13 out of 14 chapters, last updated in March of 2024.

9. too busy being yours to fall for somebody else by whiry

Stiles, worried that Scott may actually leave him behind because of his newfound popularity, is desperate to cling to something away from the drama of Lydia Martin's amazing parties and the woes of high school lacrosse. What he finds is Derek Hale, a guy who seemingly hates Stiles at first, but slowly, and insistently, becomes friends with him. As their friendship grows, Stiles starts to wonder if they could ever become something more or if pushing what they have will lead him to being alone for good.

Notes: Also very sweet! It's strangers to friends to lovers, and Stiles falls out of love with Lydia without even realizing because he's fallen in love with Derek. The Hales are alive in this one, yay! The way sterek bonds over music is also so good! It's completed.

10. Stupid Over You by Wolfspurr

It's a Friday night, and instead of enjoying any of the numerous things he'd rather be doing, Stiles has been roped into dinner with his dad at the Hale's. On the plus side, Derek Hale will be there. On the minus side, Derek Hale will be there, and Stiles already has a hard enough time not making an ass of himself in front of the hottest guy in school. There's no way this can end well.

Notes: Overall amazing fic! Stiles is his oblivious awkward self that we all know and love, Derek is completely smitten with him. All this wrapped up in a dinner with the Hales and the Stilinskis. That's it, that's the fic. It's completed.

11. Six Minutes by CosmoKid

“What do you want?” Derek practically grows when Stiles is near enough to hear. He can definitely feel the werewolf vibes coming from the guy as well as the fuck off vibes that roll off him in tsunami-sized waves. Stiles has one thing he needs to say to Derek, but he also has eight million questions to ask him about the werewolf thing and he can barely sort out his thoughts as it is, let alone when there’s a ridiculously attractive werewolf who’s basically Adonis staring at him. Derek takes another drag of his cigarette and raises his eyebrows at Stiles expectantly. He shivers and blurts out, “Six minutes.” That makes Derek smirk, but it’s so condescending that even Harris would be impressed. “No offense, Kitten,” Derek starts and Stiles just narrows his eyes at the nickname. Derek keeps his eyes trained on Stiles as if to dare him to challenge the nickname. Stiles bites his tongue and resists it. “But you’re not really my type.”

Notes: This is not your typical high school au, but it's a nice change of pace. It's got werewolves, which we love, and bad boy Derek. Stiles stood no chances lol. It's completed.

12. The covalent bonds series by HaldFizzbin

Awkward Nerd Derek has been crushing on Handsome Jock Stiles since forever—so getting paired with him on a Chemistry project is definitely the best/worst thing that's ever happened to him.

Notes: I went on a little Nerd!Derek and Jock!Stiles fixation the other day so here we have it. Derek is awkward and funny and insecure and we love him. Stiles is Stiles, and he's awesome. The series is not finished, but all the parts of the series are complete.

13. It's Always Been You, Dumbass by stilinskisparkles

“Alright, cool, we should go,” Stiles says breezily, dusting off his hands as he stands. “We should?” “Yeah!” “But… Do you even care about photography?” “Not as much as I should,” Stiles plants both his hands on the table, bracketing Derek in, “You’ll have to correct my miscreant ways.”

Notes: Stiles is helplessly pining, Derek is painfully oblivious and the absolute last to find out. Somehow, they still go on like three dates together. It's pretty great, and it's completed.

14. can you tell me what was ever really special about me all this time? by whirl

There's something strange about Beacon Hills. Stiles can't really put his finger on it, but the way certain classmates look at him at school and the way certain adults look at him in the grocery store has him curious. And it's not the sort of pitying looks that his mom's coworkers used to give him, but these ones are longer, more searching, like they're looking for something. Not to mention the weird noises that sometimes come from the woods when he runs, too human to be animal and too animal to be human. Plus the way the Hales have seemed to sequester themselves to the wild and give Stiles serious Cullen family vibes. But Stiles, like everyone else apparently, ignores it. Until it becomes too great to ignore and he has to investigate for himself and find out what is actually going on in Beacon Hills. +++ Or, the one where Stiles and Derek meet, hate each other, slowly get to know one another, and fall totally head over heels for each other all while avoiding curious classmates, an angry ex-girlfriend, and, oh yeah, imminent death.

Notes: This one is kinda crazy but in a good way! It's 120k words long so be prepared for that, and Stiles finds out about werewolves. Derek, pookie, I'm rooting for you all the way! Also Cora, my beloved. I adore her. Stiles is pretty confused all the time for a while there. It's completed.

15. scary stories and roasted goods by graveltotempo

“I have more, you know?” grumbled Jackson, clearing his throat. “Okay, fine. Here’s another; a man goes is staying at a hotel for the weekend. On his way to his room, he notices a door with no number on it-” “An albino woman with white skin and red eyes committed suicide in that room years ago,” finished Erica, inspecting her nails with a smirk. “We know that too.” “A babysitter goes to put two children to sleep in their room and notices a large creepy clown statue in the corner-” he tried again. “Get out of the house, we don’t have a clown statue,” said Allison, tried to hide a laugh at the flustered expression on Jackson’s face. “Two roommates in a room. Sarah says that she wants to go to a party and Mary wants to stay home-” “Aren’t you glad you didn’t turn the lights on?” said Derek, and Stiles laughed, looking at him with sparkling eyes. OR the cheerleading squad, the lacrosse team and the basketball team go camping.

Notes: Another cheerleader!Stiles and Jock!Derek. I love them your honor. It's all very sweet and Derek pines as he ought to do lol. Don't worry, there's light at the end of the tunnel. It's completed.

That's all I have for this one. I probably have more in my TBR but I guess we'll find out. If I ever get there. My sterek TBR only ever grows and I never seem to be able to finish fics as fast as I find them lol. Hope you guys like these!

#I love high school aus #they give me life #love it when their biggest worry is passing their classes and going out on dates #and not whether or not the monster of the week is going to eat them #high school au #sterek #fic recs #sterek fic recs #ao3 #stiles stilinski #derek hale #eternal sterel #eternalsterek #teen wolf

[diazsdimples]

Prompt 2! coming back for another kiss + BuckTommy

BUCKTOMMY MY BELOVED okay okay I got this

Buck was not sulking.

He doesn't sulk. He's a grown man of 30-something, with an equally grown 40-something boyfriend (although calling Tommy his boyfriend makes him feel like he's in high school again), so sulking doesn't play a huge part of his day to day life. They're mature. They talk about things.

Except today, Buck is pouting a little. And in his defence, he's allowed to. This is the first time him and Tommy's shifts haven't overlapped perfectly to give them at least 24 hours where they're both off, and Buck is not pleased.

They're spooning in bed together, the early morning August sun streaming in through the windows of Buck's loft, and Tommy has one arm circled around Buck's waist and the other under his neck, pressing small but loving kisses into his shoulder.

"Evan, what's going on? You've been quiet all morning."

Buck sighs. "Nothing I just - I'm gonna miss you," he says quietly, pulling the sheet up to his face so it muffles his voice. Tommy brushes another kiss to the back of Buck's neck and Buck snuggles further into his arms. "This is the longest we've gone without seeing each other between shifts."

Tommy pulls Buck even closer to him and whispers "I'm sorry baby, I know."

They lay in silence for a few moments, just enjoying the peace and quiet before Tommy's alarm is set to go off. Tommy rubs his hand over Buck's chest and down his arm. He feels Buck tense and relax as his fingers drag across his skin, and he presses another kiss to the back of his neck.

"I can cancel my shift today, call in sick," he murmurs, his hand resting on Buck's forearm.

"Don't be stupid," Buck snorts, "they'd see through that in a second."

"Okay well, maybe I can just call out sick tomorrow."

"Tommy, stop," Buck turns over in Tommy's arms to face him, and gives him a soft smile, "you don't have to do that. I'm being dramatic, I'll survive."

"Hey," Tommy leans forward and presses his lips against Buck's forehead, then down his nose, "if I'm being honest, I've kinda been looking forward to the chance to miss you."

Buck blinks and tilts his head back to look at Tommy. "What do you mean?"

"I just -" Tommy looks away from Buck, a small blush rising to his cheeks, "I've never had to miss someone before. It's kinda nice, you know? Having someone I care so much about that I can't bear the thought of being away from."

Buck looks at Tommy, his face open and his eyes shining, and a wide smile stretches across his face. He pulls Tommy into a hug, their bodies pressed against each other, and kisses the side of his head. This thing with Tommy hasn't been going on long - maybe 4 months - but Buck is already beginning to feel more for Tommy than he's felt for any other of his past relationships. He's always been an all-or-nothing type of person, and with Tommy it's no different.

Tommy presses another kiss to Buck's shoulder, and Buck hums contentedly. "You wanna make the most of these last few minutes?"

Tommy lifts his head up, his eyes darkening, and a wicked grin spreads across his face. He rolls himself over so that he's above Buck, and kisses him, their mouths moving together in sync. Tommy trails his hand down Buck's stomach, fingers running over his abs and curling in the light dusting of blond hairs just below Buck's navel. Buck groans into Tommy's mouth, his tongue running over his teeth and he can feel Tommy smirk into the kiss.

"Don't tease me," Buck whimpers, kissing Tommy with more fervour, and Tommy just chuckles.

"'M not teasing," he counters, kissing down Buck's jaw sloppily. "Not if I plan to follow through."

Buck grabs his chin and pulls him up for another bruising kiss, their lips making slick, wet noises as they kiss and kiss and kiss.

"Is teasing, if you're just gonna -"

They're cut off as Tommy's alarm blares, ringing through the room. Buck groans and Tommy rests his forehead against his with a sigh.

"I gotta go, sweetheart," Tommy says as he rolls over, silencing his alarm with a swipe of his forefinger. He looks genuinely regretful as he pulls the covers off himself and begins to get dressed.

Buck swallows back a lump in his throat and props himself up on his elbow to watch. "I know. You go, save some lives. I'll be here when you get back."

Tommy smiles, buttoning his shirt and doing up his belt, and he walks over to the bed, leaning over to cup Buck's face in his hands and kissing him gently.

"I'll call you, yeah?"

"Yeah," Buck says, "text me when you can, I want to know you're okay."

Tommy nods, his thumb brushing over Buck's cheekbone, and Buck leans into the touch, barely able to contain his whine as Tommy pulls away.

"Tommy, wait!" Buck calls as Tommy crosses the loft, pausing just before the top step. He turns around and Buck throws his arms out in front of him, making grabby hands and pouting, pleading with his eyes.

Tommy laughs - he knows exactly what Buck's asking for - and strides back to the bed, taking Buck's face in his hands once more and giving him another kiss, this one just a bit more heated. He pulls back, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles on Buck's cheekbones, and gives him a wink.

"See you later, Evan."

"Be safe," Buck whispers.

Tagging some Bucktommy mutuals

@theotherbuckley @bidisasterevankinard @watchyourbuck @wikiangela @loveyouanyway (if anyone wants to be added to my Bucktommy taglist pls lmk)

Make 'em swoon prompts!

#james answers things #make 'em swoon prompts #fic request #bucktommy #bucktommy ficlet #evan buckley #tommy kinard #tevan #kinley #kinkley #911 abc #911 #911verse #911 fanfic #buck x tommy

[romypearl]

The Queen's Pawn - Regina George/Oblivious!Reader

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five

Summary: Everyone is interested and obsessed with Regina George, after all, she is the queen of the North Shore, so why does Y/N barely look at her? The new student, oblivious to her existence, intrigues and irritates the blonde at the same time. And she doesn't know how to deal with it.

Classification: Fluff

Warnings: None, for now

Word count: +1400

Unrevised

She's boring.

Very annoying.

A total waste of time.

Sometimes seems to live on Mars.

And Regina George doesn't know why she wants to get her attention so badly.

When their gazes met a few weeks earlier in the cafeteria and Y/N greeted her as if she were any other human, well, the blonde has to admit that she felt her stomach lurch into an unfamiliar sensation and all the air being knocked out of her lungs. She had never seen her in North Shore, nor in the city, and it was annoyingly difficult to discreetly find out anything about the new student, after all, she never shows interest in anyone, it's always the other way around. However, as fate would have it, she soon found out that they shared some classes. That's how she knew her name, age, that she's not from Evanston and is very close to fucking Janis 'Imi'ike, with hands intertwined as they cross the tumultuous corridors and play with each other's hair, telling inside jokes. Damn it, it's only the third week and they're joined at the hip. And she's never looked at or waved to Regina in the same way, most of the time she seems almost oblivious to her existence.

The tray seems more interesting than the latest random conversation at the table, she plays with the scattered French fries and sips the diet coke. Thoughts wander far away, full of memories and expectations too, she hasn't seen her all day, soon it will be their shared lesson and she can't stop thinking about the reasons for her absence. If something serious has happened, if she's sick or... skipping class to make out with someone, which is something almost everyone does. But with whom?

Loud laughter breaks her trance, Damian tries to hold back a laugh while Janis hugs Y/N and has a hand over her mouth, trying to stop her from laughing any louder, even though she can't stop herself. The trio are walking to their usual table, ignoring everyone around them. It annoys her to the bone, how easy it is for them to get her attention, to make her laugh. Suddenly, the newbie turns her face in their direction and she could swear she felt her heart stop beating for a millisecond only to start beating 10 times faster, watching her break away from the group and walk towards the Plastics.

"Hi, girls!" she greeted the four with a wave of a hand, ignoring their lack of response, and opened a wide smile, which surprised them with its "boldness". For a moment the blonde thought Y/N would turn and speak directly to her, try to get closer, to have her attention, but she turned to Heron and squatted down, handing over a book, dozens of post-its marking the pages "Here it is, I made some notes and the colors of the bookmarks are my reactions. Hopefully you'll like it as much as I do."

"Thanks! I'll get back to you as soon as I've finished." Cady appreciates it and returns the warm smile, however, the queen bee doesn't miss her cheeks blushing slightly at the brief interaction, making her roll her eyes in disgust "I couldn't find any other copies..."

Regina watches with a mixture of disdain and envy, Y/N should be paying attention to her and only her, not some worthless girl who has just ascended the high school social hierarchy. At the same time, her anxiety barely lets her think, she has never been so close before, she can smell the floral perfume permeating the atmosphere and see the small details of the skin she longs to touch. But there is something she longs for more than that, and that is to get her away from Cady, to make it clear that she is superior and in control.

"You know, Cady, it's admirable that you're willing to sacrifice your free time to make a library rat feel validated." she cuts in, throwing out a biting comment, a forced smile plastered on her face and blue eyes directed at Y/N "But, frankly, I think she should spend less time with books and more learning how to dress without looking like a single 40-year-old librarian."

The sharp words echo through the cafeteria, leaving an uncomfortable silence in the air and all the cliques watching the scene unfold. The girl frowns, surprised and confused by the sudden hostility, and her smile falters. She really can't understand the reason for the gratuitous verbal aggression, she hasn't done anything to deserve such treatment, not even talked to anyone other than one person there before. Her friends didn't give her the same hierarchical speech and tips that they gave Heron, because, unlike her, they didn't see any potential in the other new student to stand out in Regina's eyes and quickly knew that it wouldn't do much good considering how oblivious she is, as well as how indifferent to groups she is. A being apart from the jungle of hormonal teenagers in search of social status.

Nobody expects her to respond, in fact, they believe the opposite will happen. They expect to see a puppy running around with its tail between the legs. Regina feels the temporary taste of triumph in her mouth and waits for her to turn around.

"And you should spend less time dressing up for Coachella and more time studying history, maybe then you'll get at least a C on an elementary school exam." Y/N shrugged and turned to her new friend "Tell me what you thought of the book..."

The beginning-of-semester test that the history teacher always gives to check the students' knowledge. It's this test that she's referring to, which Regina got an embarrassing F in, although it doesn't really bother her as it doesn't count as a formal grade. In contrast to her, the youngest scored an A+ and quickly excelled in the subject.

Another time, with someone else, the blonde was going to kill with one look. This time, to everyone's shock, she throws herself back in her chair and laughs out loud, head thrown back. It's genuine. Her kitten has sharp claws and knows how to use them. She hadn't imagined that the quiet, peaceful and compassionate Y/L/N could strike back at her, with her harmless appearance and silly expressions. It's little discoveries that make everything more fun.

Regina recovers and tilts her head slightly, lips curving into a subtle smile as she stares deeply at her, challenging. She's got the newbie's attention, as she's wanted for weeks, and now that she has it, it's time to put the pieces on the table, time to play.

"Oh, I see you know how to defend yourself. Well, princess, you should know that's not how people dress for Coachella. And that I don't need to prove myself in a stupid questionnaire." then leans over so that they're centimeters apart and whispers, "Now, if I teach you, maybe you'll learn something more interesting than history..."

The bait is thrown, a flirtatious double entendre in the middle of a cold discussion.

"I don't think there's anything you can teach me that I want to learn."

Once again, she has the answer on the tip of her tongue and isn't afraid to answer the queen bee straight. Y/N smiles and says goodbye to the group, turning her back to go to her own table, she's starving and can't wait to devour the pizza bought moments before. That's more important than arguing with a stranger over lunch. All that's left for Regina to do is watch her walk away and strategize how to keep the girl at arm's length.

It wasn't the quick and blunt answers or the fearless demeanor that captivated her, nor the appearance, she doesn't consider jeans and cute knitted cardigans anything special, much less the ridiculous Star Trek t-shirts worn in PE. She desperately wants to find out what it is, maybe then she'll stop being drawn like a moth to the light. When the newbie has disappeared into the crowd, Regina turns her attention back to her own table, where her friends are sitting in silence, too stunned to comment anything. Neither was she. The idea of leaving Y/N at her feet to stroke the ego and then despise her like she does everyone else is too pleasurable.

She sighs heavily and without thinking twice takes the book from Cady's hands, staring at the title with contempt. It's a beginning.

On the other side, Janis smiles to herself and exchanges a look with Damian, both coming to a conclusion quickly. In Regina George's game, they've always wanted to be ahead and finally they have the right pawn to do it.

Note: Hi, sweeties! I'm Romy and started writing again recently, that's why I'm a little rusty. Hope you enjoyed part one and see you soon in the sequel ^^ please share what you want to read and any ideas for this short fanfic, or one shots

english isn't my first language

#regina george x reader #mean girls #mean girls 2024 #regina george #renee rapp #fluff #romypearl

[rickydicky-doodahgrimes]

can you share you rick grimes headcanons? both sfw and nsfw if possible!

I absolutely can!

Rick Grimes dating headcanons:

SFW:

He's not very big on PDA. It's not that he doesn't enjoy it, or that he hates it, he just has a lot of other things on his mind when you're out in public.

He has a smile that's meant only for you. It took a while for you to notice the subtle nuances of it, but it became pretty clear even before you were together.

After being on the road for so long, it's hard for him to sleep alone. Even if you're just in the same room as him, it calms him greatly. Neither of you realized how much he looked to you for comfort in that unforgiving time until those moments bled into the safety of Alexandria.

He's a gift giver, it's one of his big love languages. Physical touch is nice, so is quality time, but that's not always something you can give each other. To make up for it, he's constantly giving you small trinkets he's found. He commissions works from other settlements just for you. (Small crafts/arts that he's sure you'll love.)

Wallets aren't necessary, or important, anymore. But he carries a nice leather one when he's away for long periods of time. There's no money in it, only pictures of you and his kids.

Despite how he cares for his Colt Python and keeps it immaculate, he isn't surprised when you return it to him after borrowing it with the smallest of carvings on the side of the barrel. It's very 1980s high school romance with the way your initial and his are surrounded by an almost perfect heart. You never notice, but at some point, he carefully scratched it a little deeper so it wouldn't fade away with time and use.

Inside or outside of the walls, he tries to keep you within arms reach. Even the slightest hint of trouble and he's got his hand wrapped around your arm and pulling you behind him. It's become instinct for you to turn and press your back to his in those moments, a silent understanding that both of you would die for the other.

He never really asks you to marry him. It's more of a declaration of love that he is determined to keep forever. Despite the end of the world, he's determined to find you the perfect ring and he doesn't have it when he spills his heart out to you. Instead, he offers you the wedding band on his own finger. He knows that the idea of giving you a ring from his previous marriage is taboo, and it certainly won't fit you, but you accept it with glee. You wear it on a chain around your neck, right next to a small charm of the letter R.

He naturally prefers you to care for Judith and Carl over anyone else. It's not that he doesn't trust the rest of the group, but more that he considers you to be their mother in every way except biological.

After a particularly rough day, the only thing he wants to do is wrap his arms around your waist and bury his face in your neck. It doesn't matter what soap you're currently using, he can still smell you underneath it and that's all it takes to calm his shaky nerves.

If you're into tattoos, you ask him if he would ever consider getting one with you. He's hesitant, of course. It's not that he doesn't want to share something so permanent with you, it's just not something he ever saw himself doing. Eventually, he'll agree to something small and hidden. Names are off limits, even in the end of the world, so you settle on something personal, but not obvious.

You get a small outline of his pistol on your ribcage. He gets a small outline of hand holding on his chest. The freckle on your hand is matched perfectly to the small hand of his tattoo.

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He's not a particularly rough lover. The world is hard and brutal enough, the last thing he wants to do is add to the discomfort of it all. But if you ask him to get a little rougher in the bedroom, he'll oblige you. The first time (and the second, third, fourth...), he's constantly checking in with you to make sure that he's not hurting you.

Even after months or years together, he still looks at you like you're the most wonderous, precious thing in the world when you're slotted together. He just can't believe that after everything he's done, who he had to become, you still choose to be with him.

He is incredibly careful about avoiding pregnancy. Even if he's lost in the moment, even if your legs are locked around his waist, he never cums inside of you. He can't bare the thought of bringing another life into this world.

Until he can, of course. And he makes sure to turn that into a full conversation of pros and cons beforehand. He absolutely wants to have children with you, he needs to see you become a mother to a child of your own and he wants to be the one to give that to you.

When you finally decide to start trying, it's the softest and most gut wrenchingly sweet love making you have ever experienced in your life.

"Our baby needs to be made of nothing but love. Only love. Our love."

He surprises you the first time he pulls you into his lap when you're outside the safety of your home. You're outside the walls, just the two of you. It was so surprising that the sound you make at his sudden moves actually scares him.

Despite how afraid he is to be too rough with you, he is still incredibly passionate. Love bites are a given, but they're always hidden underneath the fabric of your shirts. You give him the same curtesy with your own marks; love bites and scratches alike.

He doesn't get jealous easily, but when he does, it's clear in the way he sets his jaw. It's also clear in the way he drives you into the mattress later that night, his pace slow and bruising.

"Who was that?" "I'm not really sure, Rick. He just introduced himself today." "That explains why he was so eager to try and hang on you." "Are you jealous?" "Of that guy? Pfft." "You're jealous." "... Maybe a little."

No one is really surprised when you show up the next morning with a love bite just barely peaking over the collar of your shirt. You had tried to wear a shirt that covered it, knowing that Rick likes to keep your private life private, but he was quick to ask you to change your shirt.

"I put it there on purpose, ya know."

#rick grimes #rick grimes x you #rick grimes x reader #the walking dead #the walking dead x you #the walking dead x reader #rickydicky doodahgrimes

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FEEL SO HIGH SCHOOL | Oliver Stark x YN

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THE SUN REPORTS

is YN in her lover era AGAIN?

"The singer appears to have entered her Oliver Stark era following her recent breakup with longtime boyfriend Nicholas Galitzine. According to reliable sources, their relationship blossomed when the '911' star publicly congratulated her on her world tour announcement. Since then, they have grown closer and have been taking things slowly. The actor has expressed a desire not to rush into anything."

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I didn't get the game but I get the drink

sabrinacarpenter: yes sisss 🥵

olivfromnine11: stay away from him slut

bestofoliverstark: @olivfromnine11 people like you need to shut the fuck up.

ynmylove: my mother is just having the time of her life

moonlar: I really do not think oliver would date her if that was true

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▪︎OLIVERSTARK

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A Lovely night

aishahinds: we love uncle oliver

ryanguzman: I can't believe you guys went without me

buddieislife: ryan's comment made my day!!!!

justastanofstark: he doesn't even post her hahah

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Here you have :)

PT2

#oliver stark #oliver stark x reader #oliver stark x yn #evan buckley #911 abc #taylor swift #Instagram au #twitter au #yn #reader #evan buckley x reader

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Hi hi hi!!:3 I was ponderingg on if any of your ocs could be platonic yanderes and what that would be like?^_^

LOVE a platonic yandere

Platonic yandere!OCs x GN Reader

Amias

Being Amias' best friend is no easy task. It's been years since you've been on a date. Plus, he's constantly dragging you along to go waste his money (and then earn it back).

He's not romantically attracted to you, he's made that clear. However, he's also not interested in you dating anyone. Ever. He says it's because "Nobody deserves you, and dating sucks."

You guess he's right, but you haven't been on a date since high school! This seems a bit excessive.

It's weird how when you start going on dates again, they randomly ghost you. Amias was right, dating DOES suck.

Maybe you should just focus that time and energy on your favorite gambling weirdo.

Edge

Edge isn't really one for friendship, but his cousin is an exception. You're constantly wandering into the Casino to bug him while he's trying to work. It's irksome, but he appreciates that you try to get him to take breaks from time-to-time.

He does not appreciate people gawking at you, though. He's quick to escort you off whenever there's someone openly flirting with you. He knows it isn't your fault, but it sure is annoying.

Oops, suddenly those people are completely broke and haven't won a single game that night. How did that happen? Whatever.

Edge simply pats your head and sighs. You're so simple-minded, that's why he has to keep those people away from you!

You're all that's right in this wrong world. Don't take his only friend away from him.

Double Down

DD doesn't have any family. He was an awkward kid in middle school that nobody wanted to be around. You, however, happily announced that you are his sibling and won't ever abandon him. You're his family!

Of course, he treated you as such for the majority of his formative years. Even through the nastiness of puberty and high school, you stayed with him. He owes you a lot.

He's never flirted with you, he didn't develop that habit until long after you both declared each other family. He never felt the desire to, anyways.

You made a blood oath in your early years that you wouldn't leave. The contract is still hanging on his wall.

If anyone ever tried to date you, they're out of the picture immediately. He'd sob into his blood-coated hands and beg you not to leave.

What choice do you have? You're his family.

Jackpot and Gambit

When Jackpot was 15, he was taken in by Gambit's family. He's seen the horrors of the world, but he's also seen the joys.

Gambit hasn't seen much. He knows the world is scary because his parents told him, but he doesn't learn until much, much later.

Naturally, Jackpot and Gambit have an instinct to defend.

They met you in senior year of high school. You were shy and didn't want to interact with anyone. You had one friend, and they were a shitty friend to say the least.

When Jackpot watched them dump milk on your head, he punched them in the nose, put his jacket over your head and took you away to go find Gambit.

You were crying, and didn't say a word to either of them the entire time.

From that moment, they were the ones to hang out with you instead. Even if you didn't want them to, they'd still keep you sandwiched between them at all times.

When the casino was finally created, you were kept far, far away from it. Gamblers are dangerous people, you know. They can't have their best friend getting hurt.

Hell, just stay in their house. It's safer there. Nobody can hurt you where they can see you.

#yandere oc #yandere #yandere boy #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x darling #yandere scenarios #platonic yandere #bpdoubledown #bpedge #bpamias #bpgambit #bpjackpot

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Masquerade - Mafia! Jongho

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Pairing:  Mafia! Jongho x Fem! Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Mafia AU

Summary: Jongho was the love of your life, and you his. Just because someone was that kind of love though doesn't mean they didn't keep secrets. The deepest darkest kind.

Warnings: Mafia themes, betrayal/lying, bullying ( a little briefly in the beginning), cursing, pregnancy of a side character, guns, kidnapping, death, blood, hospitals, poisoning, slight body worship, soft hard sex, oral, teasing, overstimulation, unprotected sex, cumming inside, foursome (with Wooyoung and San), some mxm action, possessive sex, hair pulling (Wooyoung’s), marking, slight degradation in dirty talk (called little slut by a bratty wooyoung). Let me know if I missed anything.

Additional Warnings For the Two Patreon Exclusive Smut Scenes: Appreciation sex (reader thanking Jongho for something - by choice), 69, cowgirl, bondage, mating press, breeding kink, spanking, sir kink, fingering.

Word Count: 15,248

Being a new student at a school was never an easy adjustment, especially for Choi Jongho. His family resettled often, that was the nature of his father’s business. Though now that he was older, they sent him off, a transfer student in a high school where he was sure his father was holding something over, most likely money. Still, the way that those higher up in the school treated him shined an even brighter spotlight on the new student. That and he was somewhere where no one knew who his family was, so instead of cowering away from him whenever they saw him as an easy target. Finding himself pinned harshly to the lockers his very first day, eyes wide as he looked at the male looming over him until his fist slammed into the metal next to Jongho’s head to let him know that wasn’t a good idea.

“Let me tell you how this works, new kid. I run this school, and if you don’t do everything I fucking tell you when I tell you … well, let’s just say you and the floor will have quite the relationship.” He sneers at Jongho, the others behind him snickering. 

Jongho keeps his head down and cowers away slightly, only to be jolted as someone rips the man off him. A shorter, feminine figure between the two of them now.

“Fuck off before I tell Nakamoto you’re telling everyone you run things.” You hiss at the man who just had Jongho pinned to the lockers. Jongho’s eyes widen as you don’t hesitate to square up to the much taller male. It works though, as he seems to flee like a dog with his tail tucked. Jongho, backing up slightly when you turn to him now, making you chuckle, “Don’t mind him, he is just overcompensating. Just threaten to spill his ego to Nakamoto Yuta, and he’ll leave you alone.” 

Jongho watches you walk away for a moment before snapping out of his shock and following behind. His footsteps gave him away even if he hadn’t said a thing. He stops abruptly when you stop and glance at him over your shoulder.

“Do you need something else?” You ask, raising a brow, but he simply shakes his head, “Well then... first-year classes are all down there.” 

He glances towards where you pointed and nods, speaking in just a whisper as he shyly looks at his feet, “I know.” 

“Then why are you following me?” Your question makes him shift uncomfortably as he doesn’t have an answer for you, stunned again when he feels you lightly ruffle his hair, having to reach up to do so, “Do you need a friend? Is that it?”

His silent nod makes you smile, leaning in to look him in the eyes, “Well, we can’t be friends if I don’t know your name. So what is it, new boy?”

“Jongho.” The way that you smile at him makes Jongho even more timid than your bold actions had. The thought of that alone made him argue with his father later to let him stay in this school once he found out what had happened to Jongho that day. 

“Nice to meet you Jongho. I’m Y/N.”

That’s how it all started for you two. Jongho seeks you out between periods to follow you and your friends around, often quietly. Only coming out of his shell in more private settings. Not one to use his father’s power often, but doing it now to make sure your lunch and free periods matched up so he would have more time with you, his new friend. Even if his father sent some others to keep an eye on him. Something that ended up being beneficial seeing as how there was one person who knew he was, Nakamoto Yuta. To him, Jongho was nothing but a threat. The two quickly become rivals, Jongho feeling more confident to stand up to him now that he has you and a few others there to back him up. Your friend group grows over the year, a mix of those from different years coming together to stand up for each other. 

You raise your eyes at one of the other girls in the group, “You want me to get someone from our group to ask you to the dance?”

“Well, not just anyone, someone specific.” She rolls her eyes playfully, before laughing with a little smirk at the way you seem to bristle at that, “Relax it’s not your Jjongie.”

You flick her off at the teasing but pause at her next words.

“I’ll get him to ask you if you help me.” 

As much as you loved the girl, you wanted to wipe the smug look off her face, “... who is it?”

“Mingi.” She chirps, and you raise a brow, that would be easy.

“Deal. I’ll get Mingi to ask you, just make sure no one else gets Jongho.” You agree, and she laughs a little saluting you before you turn to leave the room.

What you didn’t know however is that she had set you up, not the other way around, calling Jongho as soon as she knew you were far enough away. Convincing him to ask you out before the day was up before meeting up with Mingi.

“Does she know?” He asked her, to which she shook her head with a smile. 

“They’re both clueless even if they refused to go with anyone else.” Her words make Mingi chuckle, leaning down to kiss her forehead in the empty hallway.

“Well done Mini,” She preens at his praise, watching him walk away. 

Only their plan didn’t work out quite as planned when you both kept things as friends throughout the whole dance. Trying time and time again to get either of you to say something before your graduation, to no avail. Mini setting you up at Jongho’s tutor over the next few years outside of your friend group still getting together on occasion. All of high school passed for everyone and still nothing between you two. Mini’s head falls to the table rather harshly, making Mingi wince across from her.

“I’m out of ideas, they're hopeless.” She whines making Mingi chuckle.

“You know what he’s afraid of better than anyone else.” He reaches out to pet her hair, “But trust me this time. I’m not out of ideas yet.”  

She hums, letting Mingi plan the next few attempts. Realizing rather quickly that maybe she should have let him do that from the start when a few weeks later he proposes to her with the help of you and Jongho who excitedly hug off to the side. You get a little emotional as Jongho chuckles, keeping an arm around you while his free hand comes up to gently wipe away the tears. It’s then that you begin to realize he’s no longer the shy little first year you saved, but a man now. Someone much more sure of himself… and much more firm than he had been in years past. A thought you distract yourself from by going to hug your other friends, congratulating them and already gushing with Mini about wedding plans. Mingi smirking at Jongho’s dazed look. 

“Man up and make a move already.” He whispers to Jongho, laughing when it earns him a smack even if the younger hurts when he does so.

The two of them call up you and Jongho at every turn of the way leading up to the wedding. Leading you and Jongho to spend even more time together. Only when it comes to who is walking together the two of you aren’t paired together. Instead, they put you with San, resulting in Jongho being slightly passive-aggressive with the friend paired with him. Not putting together that this was all a part of their plan. Not even when the rest of you went to the hotel that night only to be faced with a rooming mishap that Jongho was quick to rescue you from when suddenly you were without a place to stay that night. Jongho took your bags and led the way to his room, only to step in and remember that there was only one bed. Jongho is antsy at the thoughts it results in, biting his lip.

“What’s wrong Jjongie? Are you uncomfortable?” You ask, gently placing a hand on his arm. However, his pride quickly leads him to shake his head in denial. 

“Not at all.” He insists, shirt stripping off as he moves to change into sweats in front of you, still shirtless. Getting in bed as you gawk at him, “What, are you uncomfortable? If so, you can always join San in his room.” 

The way he hisses out the other man’s name makes something click for you as you crawl onto the bed towards him, “Choi Jongho. Are you jealous?”

He huffs looking away as a flush takes over his exposed skin, “Maybe…”

“You have no reason to be. Not when there’s only one man I want and it’s you… it’s always been you.” 

The two of you found yourselves tangled in the sheets together that night, and that’s when your relationship changed. No longer just the friends who always had one another’s backs, but something more now. Something you both had wanted longer than either of you was likely to admit, even if everyone else in your friend group knew it.  One night turned to two, then two became more, before becoming a date, and so on. Jongho is attentive to your preferences even if not verbalizing so. It is apparent in how you always had fresh flowers at work and at home. Never the same bouquet as previous, but always combinations of your favorites. Date night snacks are always your choice over his, no matter how often you told him to get his. Still, there was no denying the fuzzy feeling it gave you when he remembered such things. Besides, it gave you a reason to spoil him in return, loving gift-giving, especially to your sweet Jjongie. Often finding yourself giggling at how intimidated of him others often were when your boy couldn’t even hurt a fly.

Time flew by until Mini and Mingi were helping you two move in together. In awe at the place Jongho had gotten you both. A new place, a penthouse with a floor of its own in a high-security building with all the amenities and even its own formal restaurant. It dawned on you more fully that Jongho really was a business heir. The man smiling bashfully at you when your stunned gaze makes it to him.

“Surprise?” He giggles going over to kiss your cheek, “I hope you like it, I looked over your wishlist before choosing it.”

“I do. I love it, but isn’t it a bit much?” You inquire as he takes the box from you.

“Not at all, though I do want to get your signature on the paperwork and all,” Jongho adds, making you furrow your brows.

“But you wouldn’t let me help pay.” 

“So? That doesn’t mean I don’t want your name on the paperwork. I didn’t do it for some power over you, I did it because I wanted to for you… for us.” He assures you with a soft smile.

Not to say that you didn’t know you loved him before, but in that moment you realized just how deeply you felt for him. Something you were intent on showing him that night once everyone else had left, no matter how the move had exhausted you. Your bold actions at the start make Jongho giggle as a flush creeps up on him. 

You didn’t stay with Jongho to be spoiled, just like he didn’t stay with you for that reason either. It was merely a side effect. Though the deeper into the relationship you got the more that began to shift.

“Love, I think that you should quit your job.” Jongho brings up out of the blue over dinner one night.

“What? Why?” You inquire stunned by the suddenness and wondering if there happened to be a cause.

“You hate your job and we don’t need that income to survive. I’m not opposed to you working at all, but if you’re going to, I want it to be doing something that you love.” His words stun you further, leaving you to stare at him for a while. 

“But that will be a lot, I’ll need schooling and there aren’t a lot of locations here to hire me after.” Your practical side finally speaks up. 

“I know, but if that’s what you want then do it. I’ll help you through school and we’ll get you a nice storefront. Baby, we can make your dream happen, so why shouldn’t we?” Jongho insists, not knowing how dangerous the fluttering in your heart had become due to him at this point.

“Are you serious? You think I should?” You feel the need to confirm yet again. He chuckles but nods without an ounce of hesitation and that’s all that you need, “ Well if you are sure, I’ll look into it and let you know.”

Which is how you ended up in business classes despite Jongho's offering to help you get a handle on that. Though you would allow him to be your in-home tutor. You did also allow him to connect you with the resources he had to find a place and remodel it in preparation. Your shop soon takes shape with a few walls of shelves. Also, shelves hung from the ceiling, lined with books, and cornered with hanging greenery. The tables set below are a good place to settle with your new book and a hot coffee from the bar along the one wall. Jongho supported your business as it took shape. Soon it became a hub in the city, a warm space to retreat to and catch your breath.

With your lives and businesses thriving, Jongho felt he couldn’t wait any longer and soon he was down on one knee. Mingi and Mingi are excitedly on the other side of such an occasion now. Mini is ready to step up for you and your plans the way you did for her during wedding planning. As if you hadn’t already planned the whole thing in your mind long ago. Jongho letting you take the lead with that while he covers the honeymoon preparations. Something he kept a secret from you to the point that Mini had to be the one to pack for you ( something that you would have to get her back for when you took note of just how many scandalous items of clothing there were). A month traveling across Europe with your husband is exactly the romantic, refreshing trip you would have hoped your honeymoon to be.

Coming home to adjust back to daily life when Mini busts through the doors of your shop, startling a few new patrons, but not the regulars or employees used to this from her every so often. 

“I need to talk to you!” She announces marching her way into the back and missing how you roll your eyes before following with a fond smile. 

“Yes? What is it?” You take a seat waiting for the dramatics.

“I need your help… I’m scared to tell Mingi.” She’s a little shaky now which you aren’t used to. Watching as she pulls something out of her purse only to reveal a positive pregnancy test a second later. 

“Well did you -”

“This is the third one, all positive. Yes, I checked.” She tells you a lip between her teeth.

“Okay, take a breath. Then when you’ve figured it out tell me why you’re scared to tell Mingi.” You sit her down, trying to get her breathing to settle.

“I’m scared that things will change.” She finally answers softly.

“Of course, things will change, you’re fucking pregnant. That doesn’t mean that Mingi will go anywhere. You both want this even if it’s sooner than planned. So you don’t need to be afraid. Schedule to see the doctor and then tell Mingi so he can go too. All the other steps can wait alright?” You assure, moving to hug her until she calms down more.

“Okay, I’ll make the appointment before he’s back from work. Then I’ll tell him tonight.” She agreed after a few moments.

“Good, let me know how it goes, and if you need something then just call.” You remind her before helping guide her out now.

Shaking your head with a small chuckle knowing that it would be an even more interesting nine months now. If only you knew how interesting it would truly turn out to be seeing as how four months later Nakamoto Yuta walked in as you were preparing to close up. You not having seen him since high school. You hadn’t fully recognized who he was at first now that his look had matured. His smug nature and smirk were just how you had remembered however as he walked up to the counter.

“Can I help you?” You ask, raising a brow as he leans against the surface you had just cleaned.

“Oh, no sweetheart. See, I’m here to help you.” He licks his lips as if it would hide the mischief in his smirk, pulling out a manila envelope, “After all your beloved husband has been keeping secrets.” 

You scoff and roll your eyes, “Am I supposed to believe that?”

“Not my words, but the evidence yeah. If you decide not to though, that’s on you.” He shrugs, tossing the envelope onto the counter as he stands full height again, hands in his pockets, “If you decide you want to know all of the truth though my number is in there.” 

Despite how you scoffed and returned to cleaning something in your gut refused to allow you to throw out the envelope. This weird, anxious, gnawing feeling. Assuming that it would pass though you stashed the envelope in a locked drawer of your desk, waiting it out. Only instead it drove you crazy. After two weeks of restless nights, you caved, and out came the envelope. You took a deep breath before opening and dumping the contents. Only where you had expected simple documents, hopefully, fabricated, there were pictures and more. Pictures of Jongho at the docks with shipments, but not of claimed business goods. Instead, it was weapons and more. Documents show how the family company was a front for much more illegal activity. Not just that though, Mingi was transferred to your school all those years ago because he was involved. Evidence of Jongho recruiting your friends one by one littering the table. The only one not directly recruited is Mini who became involved late in her relationship with Mingi. It dawned on you that the entire group knew. Everyone knew. Everyone except you. 

The realization that everything was built on a lie hit you hard. Hard enough to throw off your usually level-headed mind. Once you had settled slightly again you noticed an address with most of the meeting pictures. Packing the envelope back up and heading there. Hesitating when you didn’t notice a single familiar vehicle. Still, you were determined and so into the building you barged. Which likely wasn’t the smartest decision in hindsight, but you were pissed.

The sudden sound startled Yunho there enough that he pulled his gun on you, only to nearly fumble it in shock a moment later. The man stammered as he put the weapon up, not sure what to say next, but you’d deal with him later. For now, you saw red focused on one person in particular. Yunho’s point directs your rage toward your current target. Those in the upstairs room turn to look at you as you enter. Jongho went from looking as though he was going to tell someone off to having had seen a ghost in a split second. 

Mini shakes her head as she leans back, arms crossed, “ Oh you’re so fucked.”

Jongho shoots her a glare before turning back to you, “Baby-”

“Don’t you baby me Choi Jongho! What is all of this?” You demand answers as you slam the folder down onto his desk.

“I just wanted to keep you safe, love.” Jongho softly tries to appeal.

“ No, you don’t get to do that Jongho, not after treating me like a joke. What, have all of you been playing me this whole time? Wanting to laugh at the one clueless girl who couldn’t put it together?” You see Jongho going to counter, but beat him to it, “If you’re gonna say something then you better choose your next words very carefully.”

“Sweetheart, you’re too good for this world. I wanted to keep you out of it… far away from it.” He tries again only to see you’re still unwavering.

“Our whole life. Our whole relationship. Everything was all built on a lie and you think that that is enough? Cause it’s fucking not.” You scoff, shaking your head.

“I warned you that you couldn’t keep it a secret forever. Besides it’s fucked up.” Mini finally speaks up from her spot, making you turn to her and miss the look Jongho shoots her.

“And why didn’t you ever tell me after you found out?” Your frustration gets redirected for a moment, watching how guilt eats at her, but also how she keeps nervously glancing at Jongho, “Oh my god, did you fucking threaten our friends?”

“He-” Mini starts before getting cut off.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” Jongho hisses out making Mini shrink back some and Mingi shifts his body to put her behind him now.

“Jongho… did you threaten our friends?” You ask again more forcefully now.

“I mean… It’s not like that… It’s just that I told them there would be consequences for telling you.” Jongho tries to pick his words carefully, but it does him no good.

“I can’t fucking believe you Jongho. You’re not at all the man that I thought.” You shift to leave only to jerk away faster as he reaches out to you, “Don’t you dare touch me! I’m leaving and until I come to you, you better stay the fuck away. That and you better come up with a good fucking explanation if you ever actually want anything to do with me.”

“Y/N.” Jongho tries again, but you’re already walking out the door. Only to hear him then yelling at someone else.

“Y/N.” It’s Mini’s voice this time and you sigh, but stop for a moment.

“Don’t try to convince me to stay.” You tell her, heartbroken but firm.

“I won’t try to do that to you. Here, take this.” She hands you a phone and chuckles at the confusion on your face, “It’s a burner, Jongho can’t track it. Not without my help anyways. So everything can be on your terms for sure. Get things in order and if you need a place to hide out let me know. I got one Jongho won’t find. Well not easily anyways.”

“Oh…” You’re stunned for a moment, overwhelmed by such concepts still, “Thanks Mini, I’ll think about it.”

Think about it you did, finding yourself texting her to take her up on the offer once you had settled business stuff. Mini quickly comes to pick you up and take you there herself in yet a different vehicle. 

“So make it your own, just ignore the mess I left. I’ve been taking advantage of this place more than usual too. Also for safety reasons now that you know stuff, do not open the door for anyone you don’t know. There’s a gun in both bedrooms in the bedside table and one by the door. Point. Shoot. Don’t hesitate if you need it.” She tells you, handing you a key, “We’re the only two with keys. I’ll leave this car here, don’t trust taxis or Ubers. Don’t get things delivered. It’ll be dangerous and let him find you.” 

Your eyes widen at all the information, “Is it really that dangerous of a lifestyle?”

Mini sighs and nods, “It is, that’s why even though Jongho’s actions were fucked up I agreed with wanting to keep you away. Especially now, because as much as I hold my breath every time Mingi goes to handle something I’m even more terrified to have a child involved in this. It’s not something you want people you care about a part of. Of course, I’ve also just gotten good at disappearing since Mingi has been an absolute menace lately and it’s been driving me up a wall.”

You can’t help but chuckle at that, “Well you don’t have to stay away 'cause I’m here. If you still need to hide away just pop in. Though you probably shouldn’t scare Mingi like that so often.”

“Meh, he deserves it.” She brushes off with a wave of her hand and a teasing smile.

“You know… I’m not even going to ask.” 

You stayed at Mini’s safehouse for quite some time. Her being the only one in and out for anything you needed, along with all the communication with you and the business. The pregnant woman crashing there along with you yet again tonight.

“Why did you do it?” Your question shocks her out of settling in a spot in the home. Though you get up to help her before pushing it anymore.

“I don’t think it was for any one reason. I wanted you to know and I knew it was wrong, but I was scared. I didn’t want him to give Mingi more dangerous tasks because I had spoken up. Plus, he said it was to keep you safe, and so I thought that if I said something and you got hurt then it would be my fault. It also felt like something you deserved to hear from him and he kept saying that he would tell you.”  Her answer makes sense to you even if upsetting, but raises another question.

“How many times did he say that he would tell me?” You’re almost scared to ask but need to know. 

“At least once for every milestone and it's always the same excuse, but we all know the truth. He’s not scared you’ll get hurt by others. He’s scared the truth about him with scare or hurt you. He couldn’t ever live with that I don’t think.” You hate the way her words make you soften a little, but it doesn’t change the way you currently feel about him.

“It couldn’t possibly hurt as much as knowing that everything was a lie.” You sigh with a shake of your head.

“Who says that everything was a lie? We didn’t tell you like we should have, but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re my friend. You have been this whole time. We all feel this way. Plus Jongho isn’t the soft man who married you unless you’re in the room. Not because it’s a lie, but because that man is mush for you.” Her words make you feel warm deep down and a part of you hates that with how angry you still are. 

“Doesn’t make keeping things from me right.” You cross your arms, pouting a little in a sulky way.

“Oh, absolutely not! And should you decide to give him the opportunity to make it up to you then you better make him work for it after all of this.” Her words make you chuckle, but you know that she wholeheartedly means what she said. “Now let’s forget about the way these men be driving us up a fucking wall and eat with some movie with hot actors, yeah?”

“Nope not yet. I’ve had my therapy session and now it’s your turn. You’ve been showing up more and more so what’s the deal with you and Mingi?” You prod, your maternal instincts driving you to look into this with how often she has been coming at six months pregnant when she should be home resting.

“Mingi doesn’t understand that I’m pregnant, not bedbound. I get that this is new for both of us and he’s worried, but he’s taking it way too far no matter how many talks we have. I’m trying to meet him halfway, but some of it is just ridiculous.” She sighs, leaning back and running a hand through her hair.

“It can’t possibly be that bad, what is he insisting on?” You inquire, stuffing down your laughter at the incredulous look she gives you.

“Listen at first it wasn’t. Like he asked me to bathe instead of shower so I wouldn’t slip and fall, and he wanted to help me out when I was done. Fine. Makes sense. Now it’s like… I’m banned from the entire kitchen because there are too many risks. I was using a butter knife the other day and the man about had an aneurysm. I couldn’t help paint the nursery, the one task I wanted most. Not because of fumes, but because he didn’t want me on a step stool, which I already had agreed I wouldn’t do. Like I get that he means well, but he’s going too far.”  She tells you and you find yourself agreeing with some of her frustrations.

“Okay, but how many times has he called since you left the house?” Your question makes her feel slightly guilty.

“... 76 times and he’s texted over 100…” She admits quietly.

“Worrying him more won’t help with anything. Why don’t you have him come and try another talk, and this time tell him if he can’t take a breath I’ll be helping you through the last three months. That should get his attention.” You offer and she nods, sending Mingi a message. 

It took Mingi some time to get there, not because it was far, but because he was being careful not to expose the location, or so he thought. However, when there was a knock on the door not long after you all finished your talk everyone tensed. Mingi puts a hand on his gun as he goes to check it out, Mini following behind his form much to his displeasure. Though she seems to put together who is at the door first, slipping out from behind Mingi to throw the door open.

“What do you think you’re doing here?” Mini’s question is firm and you tense at the implication behind it.

“Let me see her!” Jongho is demanding, nearly pushing Mini out of the way before Mingi moves her behind him and takes the force of it.

You move to settle her before peaking around at Jongho, “I told you it was on my terms not yours, now go away.”

His bloodshot eyes widen drastically at the sight of you, “Wait! We don’t have to talk, just please let me see you. I need to be sure that you’re okay.”

The raw distress and sleep deprivation on his features has you nodding at Mingi who moves to let Jongho take you in. The man visibly relaxed some at the sight of you.

“Thank you … I love you.” He says softly before conceding and moving to go back to his car. 

Mingi moves to kiss Mini’s forehead, “ I’ll go make sure he goes home.”

Mini nods and locks up before the both of you go back to settling in for the evening. Only to be startled by a loud bang on the door not even a half hour later.

“Oh ladies~ Open up!” A mocking voice that you haven’t heard since high school calls through the door.

“Is that Jeno?” You whisper hiss at Mini who simply nods in response. She’s quick to cut the lights and grab the gun from by the door, tossing the keys towards you.

“Message the boys and follow their directions on where to go. I’ll make sure the back is clear and we can slip out that way.” She whispers to you, leading the way, only as she’s peeking out the back they bust down the front door, “ Run and get the car as fast as you can.”

You follow her directions knowing that she’s the only one who understands what to do in this situation. Jumping at each gunshot that is set off. You pull the car over only to see them shoving her into a van, one you could easily hit to deter them, but not a risk you were willing to take while your friend was pregnant. If they had her alive though then Jongho could send a rescue after her. So you speed straight to the address the boys sent and follow Yunho’s directions into another car to get to a safe house. Jongho and Mingi are already waiting there. Watching Mingi’s heart shatter as he notices Mini isn’t there and pushing past Jongho to him, pulling him into your arms. 

“She’s alive and unharmed. We’ll get her back because Jongho is going to have a rescue happen.” You assure him, stroking his hair despite the stretch as he cries in your arms.

“Wait, I-” You cut Jongho off before he can counter at all.

“It is his number one priority.” You say, shooting Jongho a look as if daring him to argue. It effectively shutting him up. 

“Yeah … we are gonna do that as soon as the intel on them gets back.” He meekly agrees.

“I want to be involved.” You insist, shooting Jongho another look when you see him open his mouth, “ You lied to me and then led them to us so that I had to witness my friend get taken. Keep your mouth shut.” 

“I just want you safe.” He whispers and you’re one of the few who hears.

“I’ll stay around you guys and not do dumb shit, but I’m not about to sit here like nothing is happening. Those days are over Jongho.” You shut him down yet again.

“Well, I guess we better make use of the time we have then.” Jongho sighs, firmly grasping your wrist and leading you off to a stash of weapons and a gun range in the basement, “If you’re insisting then you will have to learn to use one of these.”

The new two hours were spent practicing, with barely any progress. So Jongho came up behind you, putting his hands over yours.

“Slowly squeeze as you breathe out, a calm, smooth motion.” His direction had you finally nailing the target, “Good, just like that at whoever is your target.” 

You must have hesitated too long, because he sighed, “I know you don’t have this in you. To kill a man if it comes down to it. Remember you don’t have to do this.”

“If it comes down to it, I’ll do what I have to to protect the people I love.” You counter firmly before nailing the target with a shot entirely on your own, “Now tell me how we’re going to get Mini back.”

“Yeosang is across the stress with a drone right now getting thermal. Let’s get you a vest and stuff and we’ll go.” Jongho goes to get you ready, making your brows furrow.

“What about your vest?” You ask and he chuckles.

“I don’t use one. I hate the feel of it.” He shrugs before jumping when you smack his arm.

“Jjongie put one on.” You watch how he practically melts at the soft nickname, too stunned to move at the moment, but you snap him out of it quickly, “ I’m not about to watch you get fucking shot out there.”

“I won’t get-” All it takes is one more look and he shuts up, grabbing another vest. Putting his hands up in surrender with a chuckle when you check his the same way he checked yours.

With that, you’re all loading up to go. Hongjoong is with Yeosang on the rooftop across the way. Usually, that would be where Mingi was, but Hongjoong replaced the jittery man as a snipper so that he could go get his wife personally. Mingi finally seems to pull it together when the car stops, taking this very seriously now.

“Y/N you stay with Wooyoung and Yunho clearing our escape. The rest of us know what to do.” Jongho tells you before turning to Mingi, “Stay focused and go get her back, the rest of us will bring them hell.”

That’s all it took for Mingi to be out the door of the van and rush in. Gunshots came shortly after that.

“Come up to the passenger seat with me and keep an eye out. Yunho can wait for them by the back door,” Wooyoung encourages you, putting his hand out to help you up, “It’s kinda gross back there anyways… because of San and stuff, not me. So anyways, since you’re pissed at Jongho and all. Just so you know you can call me if you ever need a … release.”

“Is now really the time, Woo?” You raise a brow, “Besides, he’s still my husband and don’t you usually go home with San?”

“Well, I mean like if y'all are on break or something. San likes mixing people in, it is purely a physical thing after all.” Wooyoung shrugs, “As for the timing… This is as good a time as any in this line of work. Especially if it keeps your mind from overthinking everything.”

“That is Wooyoung’s specialty. Distractions.” Yunho chuckles from the back of the van reminding you of his presence. 

Wooyoung’s antics helped for sure, but not enough to stop you from being antsy in the passenger seat. Easing a little more when San comes through the door, followed by Mingi holding Mini against his side, Seonghwa close behind, and finally Jongho. Yunho slammed the doors behind everyone as you climbed into the back right before Wooyoung floored it. Needing to pull Mini away for a moment to see for yourself that she was okay before turning to do the same with Jongho. The man made a poor attempt at hiding the smile that the act brought to his face.

“Where are we going?” You ask Jongho quietly, leaning against him as the adrenaline wears off and the van jostles you around. 

“Another safe house, farther out and more well hidden. Big enough for everyone though. It’s safer like that for a few days after something like this.” He tells you, hesitantly reaching up to massage at your nape, gently playing with your hair. You knew internally that you should put up a bit more of a fight over it, but as it lulled you to sleep you found that you didn’t care much.

Waking later to the smell of food, finding yourself in a bed. Stretching you get up to follow the smell. Finding Jongho sleeping on the couch along the way. Then seeing Hongjoong placing pizza on the counter. Gently shaking Jongho to wake him so that he could eat as well. Snickering as Mingi frets over Mini moving to stand and insisting that he’ll get it for her.

“Let Mingi spoil you for now. You and the baby have been through a lot, so just focus on recovering from that.” You side with Mingi, shaking your head while Mini playfully rolls her eyes at Mingi’s proud smirk in response.

“You’re going to feed the complex.” Mini laughs softly but doesn’t argue. 

“We all will be for a while after what happened.” Seonghwa counters, ruffling her hair in passing only to chuckle at her complaints.

The interactions remind you of Mini’s words about how not everything was a lie. Seeing the same interactions as always, just with the knowledge of their true work situation now makes you believe her words. Most things were the same, just more dangerous than you thought. Not who they were as people though. Sure, you still needed time, and to build trust, but knowing that not everything was fake felt good. In a way, it reassured you as well. Maybe, here, with all these people could still be your home. Maybe you could still have that future that you always envisioned. That was something that you could discover with time though. For now, you were going to enjoy this moment after not being around people much.

Wooyoung smirking cheekily as you passed by to go to bed, that was enough of a sign that something was coming, “If you get lonely remember my offer.”

You notice Jongho tense at the words and wink sent your way. Shooting Wooyoung a glare and following behind you as you shake your head at Wooyoung’s antics. 

“Do you need anything else? Or?” Jongho awkwardly asks from where he’s standing just within your doorway.

“I’m okay Jongho.” You assure him, starting to get yourself settled in for the night.”

“Oh… okay… well um if you need anything… I’ll be on the couch.” He hesitates and you sigh, stepping closer to take his hand. 

“Don’t pay any attention to Woo’s antics. Unless you were down for something like that I’m not about to let him in my bed just because I’m pissed at you.” You assure him, “Especially not when I’m still trying to comprehend this whole situation. Just …. Give me some time.”

“As much as you need,” Jongho speaks softly, kissing the back of your palm before finally leaving the room.

In three days when it was finally time to leave the safehouse, you took a deep breath trying to settle your heart and mind as you walked up to Jongho.

“I think I’m ready to go home. I’m not ready for things to go back to how they were, or to stay in the same room again yet, but I’m ready to go home. I want to go home.” You tell him, watching the man who had been intimidating and scowling at people this whole time nearly cry at your confession. 

“Yeah, of course!” He agrees verbally as if there had been any doubt that he would, though he does decide to test the waters a little as well, “Would you be comfortable having dinner together?”

“Like a date?” You raise a brow at the bold question.

“Yes, like a date, but I promise not to push anything.” He insists, no, pleads. Willing to agree to nearly anything if you’ll just say yes to him now.

“I thought you said everyone would still need to be careful about going out for a while?” You continue questioning him, in part to see his reaction.

“I did. Leave the details to me. I won’t put you at risk just to fulfill this desire of mine.” Jongho assures you, moving to try and get your things into the car for you.

“Fine, we can have dinner.” You agree, getting into the car with a smile as the man tries to contain himself.

When he gets you both home later he gets your stuff into the bedroom you had been missing. Then getting his stuff and moving it into a guest room. The closest one told himself it was in case you needed anything even though it was really for him. 

The rest of the day though Jongho seems to be pretty much gone. Only catching occasional glimpses of him every so often. Until about 6 pm when he’s in the doorway dressed in all black, a few of his buttons undone and his sleeves rolled up.

“Dinner should be ready in a half hour.” He tells you with a smile, making you raise a brow at how quickly he ran with what you had agreed to.

“Am I supposed to dress up?” You can’t help but mess with him a little.

“Only if that’s your desire.” He answers like he always would whenever you ask if you should dress up for a date. Which was sweet if not a tad infuriating of him. 

You find yourself humoring him a little and putting on something nice, and not black to specifically avoid matching. You instead go for something pastel, avoiding the colors he adores you in for being sexy. Going for something soft in comparison to his look. Waiting for him to come back to lead you to dinner. Going out the front door only to go up in the elevator instead of down. Confusing you even more as to what he had in mind. You’re quick to put it together upon arriving at the rooftop though. A single table set up overlooking the city while your flower bushes surround it, them having been perfectly maintained in your absence. A skill you were not aware that Jongho had. Roses and candles decorate the table as wine chilled beside it. You let Jongho pull the chair out for you, taking the lid off the plate before you to show your favorite meal from your favorite place to go. Something you hadn’t realized you missed so much until it was here before you again. Jongho poured you a glass of wine before taking his seat across from you. Jongho seemed very content in your presence while you ate happily. 

“I knew you must have missed that.” He smiles around the rim of his glass, rather proud of himself.

You put your fork down, raising a brow, “Show me your hands.”

Jongho is confused but does as you ask. Letting you look over them until you find what you’re looking for. 

“I knew you must have had no idea what to do with these plants.” You muse back, gently rubbing your thumb over the thorn pricks you find. Watching how the man flusters, shyly pulling his hands away only to instantly miss your touch.

“I figured it out.” He counters even if it isn’t firmly.

“I can tell, they look amazing.” You admire the plants for a moment before going back to the meal while Jongho preens at the praise.

The rest of dinner was filled with a few light, carefree conversations. Jongho is true to his word about not pushing anything. Still, he was working to be attentive to your needs throughout the evening. A blanket wrapped around your shoulders when the wind starts to pick up. Jongho eventually led the way back inside and to the bedroom. Nearly fainting when you kiss him before calling it a night and closing the door. 

This slowly becomes a routine for you guys. Dinner once a week on the rooftop and then when safe, out again. You find him caring for your plants on more than one occasion. Not saying anything about it for quite some time, until you finally grow too curious not to. 

“Jongho, what did you decide to take care of them?” You’re watching him trim one from your seat appreciating the warmth of the sun.

“Because it’s a piece of you. Caring for them felt like caring for an extension of you. It helped me feel that I could still do something for you. It was a way of having you here… especially when I was missing you.” Jongho speaks softly as if he’s afraid to admit that vulnerability to you. Not knowing that it was melting your heart to see that side of him.

“You did good taking care of that part of me.” You praise softly, only it allows him to tease a little bit.

“I took good care of the cats too!” He sounds playful, but you have a feeling that he’s looking for more praise.

“I’m sure you did. You’re a good cat dad.” You feed right into it giving him the praise he wants. Only to miss how he pouts when you get up a moment later. Coming back with lemonade and water after a few minutes, “ Here Jjongie, make sure you don’t get too hot.”

“I thought you liked me hot though.” Jongho teases getting up to get a drink, only laughing more when you smack his arm in response.

Only the atmosphere changed drastically in a few moments. Jongho’s cheerful nature disappears, changing to something more stoic.

“Get in the car. I’ll be there in a minute.” He says firmly, making your brows furrow.

“What? Why?” You ask, not moving yet, even if you’re on edge, flight response starting to kick in.

“Mingi texted a 911 message. He’s taking Mini to the hospital.” He tells you already moving, and now you are too, knowing that it has to be bad if they’re on the way there.

You wait rather impatiently for Jongho in the car. The man did not take long, just enough time to grab a bag and his gun.

“Do you know what’s wrong?” You somehow bring yourself to ask while he drives you both, but he only shakes his head.

Mingi jumps when you and Jongho call to him from behind. The man is struggling at the reception desk, making Jongho sign.

“Y/N, you and Mingi go to the room. I’ll get things sorted out here.” Jongho insists ready to pull whatever strings are necessary at this moment. Your heart hurts that such a thing might be necessary, but it shows you that Jongho does care about them as part of the family, even if he had threatened them in regards to sharing too much with you.  Not that you had time to analyze such care when your friends needed you right now.

Your heart nearly stops at Mini’s pained expression, tears welling in her eyes as she holds her stomach. You’re quick to go to her side and take her hand, brushing her hair out of her face, before looking up at Mingi.

“Take a deep breath Mingi, what’s going on?” You try to calm the man enough to share the details with you, but he’s too far gone.

“I’m having contractions.” Mini grits out, but you know it’s too soon for that, at least in ideal circumstances. Staying by her side as doctors and nurses buzz around. Watching in concern as Jongho and Mingi talk with one right outside, trying to keep your friend calm as little they have done has brought her relief. Mingi comes in after handing Jongho his keys, the other man calling someone on the phone now as Mingi takes your place beside his wife.

“They’re gonna give you something to help you sleep soon love, it’ll make you feel better.” Mingi assures her, before looking at you, “Go get some air and anything else you need, I got her.”

You reluctantly nod, before slipping out, waiting for Jongho to get off the call, and then the two of you head for some coffee, “So, what’s going on?”

“Her bloodwork came back and there were drugs in her system, but there’s no clue where it came from. The boys are on the way to the house to test everything, and see where it came from.” Jongho tells you in a hushed voice.

“You think someone snuck it in somehow?” You gasp before quickly hushing yourself again as others are around.

“Not sure, but it’s been too long for it to have been from when she was taken. So it’s gotta be from something more recent and something subtle enough to be undetected until now.” Jongho sighs running a hand through his hair, “They’re going to try and get her system back in check so she doesn’t have the baby too soon, but with all that’s happened it’ll be a miracle.”

“If someone did have a way into their house though, won’t they be able to tell something is up when they’re not there and the boys are?” You inquire innocently, but the way Jongho freezes you can tell that’s something he hadn’t accounted for.

“Fuck.” He pulls his keys out, “You should go home and lock in until we’re sure it’s safe again.”

“Like hell, I will Jongho.” You counter and Jongho sighs pulling you around the corner into a blind spot.

“You know that if this was intentional they could show up here and make things get messy real quick, right?” Jongho assures that you fully understand the situation.

“I do. I also know that if I’m anywhere else when shit goes down, I’ll never be able to live with myself. Besides, Mini is gonna need a woman around to help her with some of this.” You insist, watching Jongho’s internal struggle before he hands his gun over to you.

“Don’t let anyone see this and don’t leave it anywhere, but should something happen I need to know you have a way to protect yourself.” He takes a breath as you nod and carefully hide it away with your clothes.

“Why don’t you head back up? I’ll wait down here for the call from the boys.” Jongho encourages, knowing you’ll be antsy if you’re away from the situation for too long.

They soon get Mini calmed and settled, confirming that it was simply Braxton Hicks and not something more urgent. However, they decided to keep her for monitoring considering the most recent discovery. You and Mingi wait on edge while she sleeps, Jongho eventually and almost silently slips in.

“Her vitamins were tainted.” He whispers to you both, “The boys are trying to determine if it was at home or not.”

Mingi sighed, running a hand through his hair before sitting diligently beside his wife again, “When they find out who it was I want to know.”

“Of course, but for now leave that to us and focus on her.” Jongho assures his friend as he sits beside you, “And why don’t you try and get some rest, hm?” 

You nod feeling exhausted at the mention of rest now. Finding yourself dozing in the chair and leaning against Jongho’s shoulder in the process. Jolting awake when the man suddenly gets up. You feel somewhat rested, but still groggy as you attempt to piece together what’s going on. Looking around to notice that the power is out. 

“Stay here and stay quiet,” Jongho whispers before he and Mingi sneak out of the room armed.

“Y/N, come help me up.” Mini insists, calling you over. 

“You need to be resting!” You quietly hiss at her.

“Okay, and if they come through that door then I’m a sitting duck. Now help me up so that I’m ready in case something happens.” She counters and you sigh, but recognize that she has a point and so you move to help her. The woman then looks in Jongho’s bag to find a gun, something that makes you reach for the one you have hidden and pull it out too.

Mini quietly padded over to the door to listen and peak, only for her eyes to widen a moment later. Motioning to stay quiet and follow her as she sneaks out and across to the nurse’s station. Hiding you both under the table as you hear voices enter the hall.

“Check all the rooms, they have to be here somewhere.” You hear Yuta’s voice shouting through the hall before the click of a lighter a moment later, “Why don’t you girls go ahead and come out? We don’t bite. Well… not usually.”

“Just poison pregnant women then?” Jongho’s voice enters now, easing your anxiety some, but it also concerns you knowing how outnumbered he likely is.

“Ahh Jongho… you came too early! Spoiling the fun as usual.” Yuta muses, but what gets you to move is hearing the click of a gun safety. Standing and quickly putting the man behind Jongho in your aim.

“Y/N how good of you to join us. Now put that down before you hurt yourself.” Yuta tsks as if speaking to a small child.

“Not until he puts his down.” You counter firmly, making Yuta raise a brow.

He sighs looking at the man next, “Go ahead, she doesn’t have the guts to do anything anyways.” 

The next few seconds are a blur, so many gunshots ringing out. The gun was hot in your shaking hands as the man behind Jongho crumpled, but not before getting his own shot off. That bullet grazed Jongho’s shoulder, setting off a chain reaction. The other boys raced in moments later to ensure that they had control of the situation. Jongho’s focus is on your trembling form. Cautiously taking the gun and pulling you into his embrace. Laughing a little when you snap out of it just long enough to scold Mini for standing so long and involving herself in the danger.

“You always have to be the mother, huh? Even when you’re in need.” Jongho tries to ease the mood some, rubbing your back and waiting to move you until the mess in the halls is cleaned up.

“You’re one to talk, you got shot.” You counter and he can’t help but kiss your pout.

“It’s not bad, besides better to wait for the power to be back to ask for help with it.” Jongho counters before seeing the concern still on your face, “It’s okay, just barely got me thanks to you.”

You nod silently, letting him move you back to Mini’s room. Only leaving your side to get patched up and then he’s back to sticking to you like glue. Mingi somehow gets you time to process everything later on by getting Jongho to go with him to get you all some food.

“Does it ever get easier?’ You finally ask Mini, a tremble still in your voice.

“Despite what the boys would say, no.” Mini answers with a soft sigh, “You learn that sometimes it's unavoidable in this world, but it never gets easier.”

“How do you live with it?” You watch as this time she struggles to answer.

“Realize that we do what we have to to keep our family safe and avoid it as much as possible.” Mini eventually finds a response for you, making you hum as you consider it, “Why? Do you regret it?”

“A part of me does, but I absolutely don’t regret protecting Jongho.” You answer her even if you’re confused about such emotions.

“Exactly, whether you pulled that trigger or not someone was going to die. You just made sure it wasn’t someone in our family.” Mini shrugs, “I won’t say that makes killing right, but unfortunately that’s a part of this life. That’s why Jongho wanted you away from this.”

“I’m still pissed about that, but I think I’m starting to comprehend the reasons now.” You admit.

“Don’t tell him that yet. Speaking of though, what has he done for you? Anywhere near enough yet?” She asks, eager for the details and making you chuckle at her antics.

Still, you give in, thinking that you both could probably use a change of topic for your emotions. Updating her on things between you and Jongho now. Trying not to laugh at her reactions to everything.

“Ooo you should get a Fiddle Leaf Fig and see how he handles that.” She muses and finally gets you to laugh as well.

“Don’t be a menace.” You shake your head, knowing how much you both have struggled at attempting that plant. 

“No! You don’t understand! This is exactly the time to be a menace! Test that man’s patience! Get him the hell back!” She counters, making you laugh even harder.

“I think you need to calm down before you stress the baby out again.” You tell her, still chuckling along with her. Watching as she puts her hands up in surrender. 

The boys soon returned with food. Mini raises a brow and mouths ‘simp’ to you when she sees you resting on Jongho’s good side. Making you stick your tongue out back, even if you can’t deny it. It seems to get late fast and soon the three of them are urging you to let Jongho take you home to get proper rest. Allowing some of the others to stay guard for the night while you recover from the events of the day.

Only it couldn’t be that simple, because that scene replays in your mind whenever you close your eyes. Leading you to finally concede and fight it to sleep. Going to the room that Jongho was staying in, stunning him. 

“Can you come stay with me please?” You meekly ask, watching how Jongho scrambles and stumbles to come over to you.

“Of course,” Jongho tries to keep his excitement down knowing you needed comfort right now, not for him to add to the emotions. Letting you take the lead back to the bedroom and under the covers. Pulling you into his arms and against his chest, He even hums softly to try and help lull you to sleep even more. It is effective in getting you to do so for a while, eventually though you’re back to tossing and turning before you wake with a start from another nightmare. Jongho pouts at your panting, distressed form, getting your attention when he strokes your hair softly. 

He lets out a little shocked sound when you practically lunge at him, lips pressed frantically against his. He’s not one to complain, however, eagerly returning the kiss after being deprived of your touch for so long. Letting you take the lead for now, after all, he did say he wouldn’t push anything, and that included this as much as it made his head spin and his logic fade away. Looking into your eyes very dazed when you break away to catch your breath.

“What was that for?” He finally decided to ask, though quickly panicking as your eyes started to well with tears.

“It’s haunting me… not that man I shot, but that it could have been you. Every time my eyes close it’s you like that instead of him. Jongho… I… I need you to prove something to me.” Your hand finds his cheek as a few tears fall onto his cheeks from where you are slightly hovering over your form.

“Anything love. Anything at all.” Jongho agrees without an ounce of hesitation.

“Prove to me that you’re actually here. I need you to show me… to feel you… and to know that should anything happen I didn’t miss out on the chance we have right now. I don’t want any regrets looming.” Your words have Jongho’s eyes widening, but he’s quick to recover. Carefully he flips both of you around before leaning down to kiss over the few tears still on your face.

“I’ll do all of that love and more… I’m going to show you how truly I love you. I know I was wrong and that I still have so much to make up for, but I refuse to let you live with any doubts about how deeply I feel for you and after tonight you won’t.” He assures so certainly that you felt something already starting to bloom in your heart. Jongho is the one initiating the kiss now though it’s no less desperate or breathless. His hands are delicate as they start to trace under his shirt on your form, something he swore was sexier than any lingerie. Still, it had been some time and emotions were high, so he wanted to pace himself, truly revel in this moment as he took his time with you. 

Jongho breaks away from your lips to lean down and leaves a string of kisses over the skin he is slowly exposing as if mapping every inch of your skin with his lips. His touches are the softest you have ever felt in an intimate moment with him, not that you would complain about it ever, especially in such an emotionally vulnerable moment in which you both needed such reassurance. Eventually, he crosses the expanse of your skin and leaves to fully remove your shirt. He moves to trace his way back towards your bra, moaning against your skin when he feels your hands under his shirt. Taking his place as the one with a possessive touch, fingers digging in slightly as if you fear he’ll slip away, something he hopes leaves marks behind for him to admire. Hoping that it leaves him something that will prove your love for him hasn’t disappeared. Jongho decides that he wants to leave a few reminders for you as well. Leaning in with a purpose after removing your bra to reveal everything to him now. The most beautiful blank canvas just waiting to be painted in an array of warm and meaningful colors. 

“Jongho you’re going too slow.” You whine, squirming impatiently.

“No such thing sweetheart, not when I’m doing it to remind every inch of you of my devotion.” Jongho counters, chuckling darkly at the whimper you let out.

He seems to show you some mercy though, that or he can’t deny you after the way he had been craving you. Either way, you’re not complaining when his hand slips into your pants, his middle finger finding your clit and rubbing with light pressure. Enough to give you a taste of relief, but not nearly enough to get you where you wanted. Jongho visibly shudders at the sounds you’re making.

“Jongho I’m not gonna cum like this.” You complain softly between little panting moans. 

“Love it’s not supposed to make you cum. It’s just supposed to make you absolutely dripping before I have a taste.” He tells you, loving how you gasp at the lewd explanation of what he wants to do and the implications behind it.

“Okay, but … please… I’m so touch-deprived.” You admit in a quiet voice, flustering at the admission.

“Oh? You didn’t take Wooyo up on his offer?” He muses, nipping at your breasts again before starting another mark. 

“No. Never. You know I’m a good girl. I didn’t even touch myself.” You admit looking up at him with misty eyes.

Jongho feels his cock twitch, but he doesn’t know what affects him more, your revelation or your tears, “ You are a good girl. The best girl.” 

The praise affects you so much, and Jongho can feel it go straight to your core. He pulls away just to remove the rest of your clothes, letting you remove his shirt almost aggressively. Then he’s between your legs, giving you little time to admire his chest. Instead, you get his back and his face, well the part of his face that isn’t occupied. Jongho is very content to be between your shaky thighs as he worships your cunt. Intent on getting up every last drop of you as if he’s been deprived of water for days. The switch from nearly no stimulation to an overwhelming amount is almost unbearable, but this is what you asked for. Though it is so much after so long without and soon Jongho is trapped between your thighs as you hold him in place feeling your release hit. Jongho cooing softly when you finally release him from your trembling thighs.

“Oh love, I’m not done with my meal yet.” Jongho smirks at you before licking his glistening lips, “After all, we do have to make up for lost time, but don’t worry you’ll sleep once I’m done with you.”

Three hours. That’s how long Jongho was content eating you out. You’d feel more flustered at that level of attention on you were it not for how far gone you were. That and how Jongho came untouched after your third orgasm. It was all just too much for him to handle. He had paused just long enough to undress and let you catch your breath. Jongho leans in to kiss you softly now, bringing you back to reality and him, if not only to change that back in a few moments. His tip prodding at your sensitive entrance, slow to push in due to your sensitivity, and his even if he would deny it should you ask. 

“So good Jongho.” You moan out, drooling a little in your daze at the stretch. 

“Take it all in sweetheart, this is all for you. Always.” Jongho assures, leaning down onto his elbows on either side of you. He places a few sweet kisses on your neck before starting to move.

Jongho always fucks you with a purpose, but today his thrusts are a different kind of precise, a different kind of purposeful. As if he’s trying to prove that he still remembers everything about you even now, even after your time apart. The thought makes your head spin.

“Am I already losing you, love?” He asks, seeing how dazed out you are as you look up at him, lost in the feeling as he speeds up his thrusts. Fingers finding your clit again and you swear you’re seeing hearts when he leans down to lick away your drool.

“Oh my god Jongho! I love you!” Your words urge him to do even more, the pace picking up further as your confession sends him hurtling towards his end.

“I love you too… so much it’s crazy.” Jongho returns the sentiment. Spiraling as he sees tears glistening on your cheeks now, chanting out a mantra of love confessions and his name. It’s too much for him and he’s cumming before you, fingers moving intently on your clit to bring you over the edge too, though really the feeling of him stuffing you full of his cum is your demise.

You feel Jongho move to pull out, but you’re faster, securing your legs around his hips, “ Don’t you dare, stay with me like this all night.”

Your demand makes him chuckle, tapping your thigh, “At least release me so that I can make us more comfortable.”

You give in letting him go so he can carefully flip you both around, staying inside. Settling you against his chest before pulling the blanket over you both. Gently rubbing your back and humming, planning for that to calm you enough to settle in for some sleep finally. Chuckling when he realizes that you’re already asleep.

“I told you I would tire you out.” He whispers, kissing your forehead, “I love you.”

The rest of your night is blissful and allows you to rest enough to feel refreshed. Only to wake up and feel Jongho still inside of you, definitely with more than just morning wood. I guess that was to be expected though after a night of cockwarming.

He smirks up at you with a playful glint in his eyes, “Round 2?”

“Fine, but this time I have something to prove.” You say, pushing up off his chest to sit in his lap.

“I’d like to see you try.”

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“Okay, what’s that look about?” You finally cave and ask Mini.

“You’re practically glowing. This is the happiest you’ve been in months.” She tells you, grinning a little from her spot, “I bet Jongho made it up to you real good.”

Her wink makes you blush, “Pfft…” You go to play it off until seeing her face, “Is it really that obvious?”

“Oh painfully so. You really needed to get dicked down that bad, huh?” She can’t help but take the opportunity presented to tease.

“Excuse me! Which one of us is currently pregnant? And you have the audacity to comment on my sex life.” You counter, though it only seems to make her laugh more. You go to say something else, but get quiet as the boys enter.

“Hi love, what are you talking about?” Jongho asks as you and Mini exchange a look.

“Just life.” Mini saves you by answering, to which you are quick to nod in agreement. 

“I’ve got to go. We got a lead on Yuta’s group and they’re pissed we have him. Stay here with Mingi and Mini. I’ll pick you up later.” Jongho tells you, smiling at your quiet okay before kissing you and leaving. 

“He’ll be fine,” Mini assures you after Jongho leaves.

“Will you stop making me feel obvious!” You sigh looking at her as Mingi chuckles and shakes his head.

“No, but if you insist on a change in topic I can give you one.” Mini offers, smiling as if she doesn’t constantly try to drive you crazy.

“What is it now?” You ask, but you can’t help but smile at your friend’s antics.

“We’re moving, someplace with better security, but I don’t trust the hooligans to do anything but the grunt work. Which for the most part is fine, but can you just make sure that the nursery ends up the right way, please? That way if I am here until little one comes there’s a place set up.” Mini’s words hurt your heart a little, but you nod assuring her it’ll be cared for.

“Of course, when do you need me to do that?” You ask and now Mingi answers, urging his wife to try and rest.

“Jongho is coming to the moving day, so he knows. I’ll be there too, so I know how it’s supposed to be.” He tells you, but that makes your brows furrow.

“Then who will be with Mini?” You worry looking over at your drowsy friend.

“Hongjoong. He’s good at keeping her occupied and he doesn’t want to do heavy lifting or install security, so.” Mingi tells you and you nod. 

“Should have known.” You chuckle, debating saying more but stopping yourself.

“I know Y/N. You don’t have to say it.” Mingi snickers.

“God damn it, not you too Mingi!” You huff at his ability to read you too, just as easily as Mini could.

Their moving day was the following week, meeting all the boys at the house early in the morning. Noticing Mingi’s conflicted feelings and going to hug him. You knew they loved this house, but also that their safety was more important. Helping load up the first car before heading to the new place and taking over there. Having Yunho help with the few rooms needing paint and unloading the necessities as they came. Wooyoung insists on helping in the nursery if not just to constantly be bumping into you.

“So I heard you and Jongho made up. Guess that means my offer needs to be revoked.” He muses, playfully batting his lashes at you. 

“Maybe you should make me an offer, it might get you somewhere,” Jongho says, entering the room just in time to hear Wooyoung and make him jump.

“I was just joking, boss.” Wooyoung chuckles nervously as he speaks.

“I wasn’t,” Jongho responds without missing a beat, settling down to start constructing some furniture. 

“You mean it’s a possibility?” Wooyoung asks as both of you look at Jongho rather stunned.

“It just might be. Though there is only one way for you to find out, isn’t there?”  Jongho doesn’t even look up from his task, speaking as if this is the most commonplace conversation.

You and Wooyoung are speechless as you go back to your tasks, not quite sure how to react to that. Not bringing anything about that up the rest of the day, or so you thought. What happened coming up as you and Jongho drove home that night? 

“Love, how would you feel about others joining us in bed?’ His words almost make you choke as you sip on some water.

“Oh my god… did Wooyoung actually ask?’ You look at him incredulously. 

“No.” Jongho chuckles, smiling as you breathe out a sigh, untensing slightly, “He had San do it for them, but I think it’s time someone teaches Wooyoung something.”

You gawk at him, “I mean they’re hot and I don’t know that I’m opposed. It’s just the thought had never crossed my mind as I was always happy being yours.”

“Well they’re on their way to our place, so if you change your mind then send them home, but otherwise.” Jongho glances over to take in your look of disbelief.

“What are you doing to teach Woo?” Your curiosity gets the better of you.

“That he can look, but not touch what’s mine.” Jongho almost growls out and that’s the final nail in your coffin. Now you have to see how this plays out.

You tried to settle in somewhat at home, despite knowing the boys would be arriving soon. Wooyoung is giddy as soon as he sees you, his smirk falling when San stops him from going to you. San and Jongho exchanged a look that made you feel like they had had a separate conversation. 

“You see Wooyoung… if you’re going to be here then you’re going to play by my rules,” Jongho speaks up and you hear him getting closer before you feel him against your back.

Wooyoung nods eagerly, eyes barely flicking to Jongho as he watches you, “ Yeah, of course. What rules?”

“No touching. Oh, and you won’t be cumming inside.” Jongho lays out the few, but powerful rules. 

You watch as Wooyoung processes what Jongho has said, jaw-dropping, “ I - what?”

“You heard him.” San is behind Wooyoung as he speaks in his ear, hand gripping his jaw, “You can’t agree to those rules? Then we’re leaving and you get nothing.”

You don’t feel like you should be as turned on by them as you are. Jongho seems to pick up on it though, chuckling as his hands run up and down your waist.

“It would be a real shame if you left, someone is all excited.” Jongho shares, smirking at how Wooyoung looks between you all biting his lip.

“I-I can follow those rules.” Wooyoung agrees quietly even if everyone can tell that it’ll be a challenge for him.

“Good. Then why don’t we all go to the bedroom?” Jongho kisses your temple, “ Go get settled love.”

You go off slightly ahead of the others, removing some of your clothes along the way. Sitting on the bed in just your bra and panties, taking a breath to settle some of your nerves. Only to tense when San enters the room first, the man coming over and offering his hand to you, which you take after a moment.

“You seem nervous. Is it the good kind? Or?” San asks, trying to gauge how you are feeling.

“No, it's the good kind. I just… I’ve never done something like this before. I never expected this from Jongho either.” You admit flustering when he chuckles in response. 

“Just because someone is possessive doesn’t mean they’re opposed.” San tells you with a chuckle, “I’m a prime example of that. I mean have you seen how I am with Woo?”

That makes you laugh a little, breaking some of the tension. Jongho and Wooyoung enter as you do. Jongho and San smiling as you ease up, but Wooyoung seems like the jittery one now. Not that it stops him from immediately blurting out what he wants.

“Can I eat her out at least? I’ll keep my hands to myself.” Wooyoung whines, squirming under Jongho’s gaze as San raises a brow at the interaction. 

Jongho removed his shirt before settling behind you and leaning you back against him, “Go ahead, but the second you touch her you’re done.”

That’s all Wooyoung needs to hear, crawling onto the bed to get between your legs as Jongho holds them open. Jongho only moves his hand to rip your panties off, Wooyoung whimpering at how soaked you are. Wasting no time to lean in and start lapping you up.

San tsks, joining you all on the bed, gripping Wooyoung’s hair earning a moan from him, “This isn’t about you slut, this is about her. Now make her actually feel good.” 

Wooyoung’s motions become more concentrated, and less sloppy, under San’s guidance. Jongho kissing over your neck as he keeps you still as if that would help stop your squirming. 

“Look at all the pretty marks Jongho left on her Woo, I bet you wish they were yours.” San gets under his skin, making him whimper against you. A feeling that you’re quickly getting addicted to. One that gets replicated a moment later when San pins down Wooyoung’s hand as it snakes your way.

“San just saved you from having to be stopped.” Jongho chuckles and you feel it deep in his chest as you lean against him. Reaching back to practically claw at him looking for something grounding.

“She’s losing it Woo, don’t break the rules now. We wouldn’t want to deny the good girl because of your bad behavior.” San eggs him on, Wooyoung squirming as he attempts to respond only for San to tsk and bury him deeper between your legs with a growled out ‘focus’.

Wooyoung’s whimpering and moaning send you over the edge quickly after. San gives him a moment to ride you through it until he’s tightening his grip on Wooyoung’s hair and ripping him away from you. Wooyoung looking just as dazed out as you do.

“She’s sweet.” Wooyoung practically moans out, squirming in San’s grip.

“Yeah? You gonna share?” San asks him with a smirk and Wooyoung doesn’t need to be asked twice, he’s quick to lock lips with San, sharing your taste with him. Making you moan quietly at the sight, already getting worked up again.

“Sweetheart, shouldn’t you thank San for making sure Wooyoung was good?” Jongho tucks your hair behind your ears, nodding at San who quickly undresses.

“What about me?” Wooyoung whines, picking up on where this is going.

“You can sit down, shut up, and enjoy the show. If you’re good, maybe I’ll be generous enough to let you cum on her face.” Jongho’s words motivate Wooyoung to listen. Well, for the time being anyway. The antsy boy moves to sit down and watch as you lean forward to get a taste of San. Easing him into your mouth, letting you both settle into the feeling. Jongho waits until you’ve fully taken San before his fingers ease into you, slowly working to stretch you out while you suck San off.

“Look at you please me so good while Jongho makes you feel good and gets you ready for his cock.” San praises, hands weaving into your hair, making you moan, but also alerting you to a trend of his, “Oh baby girl likes praise, huh?” 

“She’s obsessed with it actually,”  Jongho answers from behind you with a deep chuckle.

“You hear that Woo? Why don’t you tell her how good she’s being? Make yourself useful.” The way they would switch up, especially San between how they treated you and Wooyoung was giving you whiplash.

“You look like the prettiest little slut for them.” Wooyoung gasps out, gripping at the armrests to ground himself, or at least attempt to.

“Yah! Nice words Wooyoung!” San scolds, but doesn’t sound as firm as before with how you’re making him feel.

“That one is alright, it makes her feel a certain way. She is a little dirty after all.” Jongho smirks having felt how the word affected you as he torments you just a tad with his slow pace.

“See she’s being good, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t like it filthy. I bet she’d love it if you made a mess of her San. It would be so pretty if you painted her face.” Wooyoung is leaning forward now, barely holding himself back. Lip caught between his teeth when San throws his head back in a moan, “You’re gonna make him cum Y/N. Go on, drive him crazy, make him lose it.” 

You miss the look Jongho throws San from behind you, but it has San regain enough control to pull out of your mouth, cumming over your face instead.

“Well Woo, this is what you wanted, so why don’t you go clean that up for her?” San words it as a question, but his tone gives you the feeling that it is more of a demand.

“Of course.” Wooyoung leans forward to playfully lick San’s tip before he pushes him away with a growl. Wooyoung standing to come to you now. Still heading the no-touch rule as he licks up San’s release, not leaving a drop behind. 

“Oh, so you can follow the rules.” Jongho quips, stripping behind you.

“Only when I want to,” Wooyoung smirks back, reaching out only for San to stop him. Pinning both of Wooyoung’s hands behind his back in just one of his. Meanwhile, Jongho is getting you on your hands and knees in front of them. 

“We’re here to enjoy the show. Don’t forget your place, Wooyoung.” San growls into Woo’s ear. Freehand gripping his jaw and making him watch your face contort in pleasure as Jongho bottoms out inside of you. 

“Such a pretty sight isn’t it?” San continues to goad Wooyoung, hand leaving his jaw to slowly pump Wooyoung’s cock, “Jongho making his girl feel so perfectly good. I bet you wish that it was you, don’t you?”

Wooyoung nods dramatically as he whines, “ Yeah, but she’s not mine.”

“Whose is she Wooyoung?” Jongho growls out the question, hands firmly gripping your hips. Thrusts hitting all the best spots as they talk over you, about you.

“She’s yours Jongho.” Wooyoung cries out in desperation, though you think that is mostly due to San’s actions.

“And who do you belong to Woo?” San asks firmly, picking up his pace to match Jongho’s. The two wind up both you and Wooyoung at the same time, at the same pace.

“You Sannie! Please!” Wooyoung whimpers, sniffling a little bit.

“You’ll cum when she cums.” San insists the two watch as Jongho brings you over the edge by adding his fingers to your clit, making you cry out, “Go ahead, Woo.”

That’s all it takes for Wooyoung to cum on your face. Jongho cumming only seconds later. All of you feel rather spent after that.

“Guest room.” Jongho nods in a direction as well in answer to the silent question San had asked. San nods and gets Wooyoung out and over there. Jongho’s full attention is on you now, carrying you to the bathroom. He gets into the shower with you, keeping you stable while your legs are still shaky and massaging out any potentially sore muscles. Cleaning you up to get ready for bed.

The night full of restful sleep, at least until Wooyoung barges in at crack ass o’clock giving you both a fucking heart attack, “EVERYONE GET YOUR ASSES UP! WE HAVE TO GO! THE BABY IS COMING!”

The way Wooyoung is losing his mind you would think it was his child coming. Still, you’re all awake now, scrambling to get everything you need in order and get to the hospital as quickly as you can. Finding most of the other guys already in the waiting room.

“She’s in labor, but last we heard the baby was looking healthy, just a little small since it's still kind of early.” Seonghwa updates you, smiling when you go to ask a follow-up question, “No complications with her either last we heard.”

“Thank god!” Wooyoung sighs out flopping down in a chair, “If my little niece or nephew comes out hurt those fuckers will be in for it.”

You chuckle, but feel similarly, knowing the danger they were just under. You may have stepped away for a while to process the truth, but they were still your family.

A few hours later, coffee runs later, and Mingi comes out, beaming. Clearly, he’s happy, so not too much to worry about, but you’re still holding your breath waiting for the actual news.

“Well you all officially have a nephew,” Mingi says, giggling a little from how giddy he is right now.

“I knew it! Pay up!” Wooyoung cheers, holding his hand out to San who’s pouting a little. A few of the other boys followed suit and collected bets.

“How are they?” You ask Mingi while they celebrate a little.

“They checked him out and he seems fine. They want us to stay for about a week right now to make sure he puts on weight and everything. She’s tired and will probably be ready to eat soon, but her focus is on him right now.” Mingi tells you, bringing you some relief, “You guys can go in, but we just need to keep the volume down. 

The words are barely out of Mingi’s mouth before Wooyoung is heading in, loud down the hall, but quiet the second his hand is on the door handle. The rest of you are not far behind. Smiling at the sight of the baby boy lying on Mini’s chest, all swaddled up and sleeping. Wooyoung stopped by the bed to stare at him in awe. 

“What’s his name?” Wooyoung whispers his question making Mini chuckle a tiny bit.

“His name is Hajoon.” She tells you all, proudly looking at the baby boy.

“I love him. I’m going to be his favorite uncle.” Wooyoung determines, making you laugh and moving him away a little so you can go to Mini’s side.

“How are you doing?” You ask checking in on her.

“I’m exhausted, but I want to hold him some more before I sleep.” She tells you and you nod figuring as much.

“Do you need anything right now then? Food or anything?” You change your question and she thinks this one over more before nodding.

“I kinda want something bad for me. I’m tired of hospital food …. Another blanket would be nice too. The IV they have me on is giving me chills.” She answers and you nod.

“I’m on it.” You head out, Jongho and Seonghwa tagging along.

“I’ll get the blanket,” Seonghwa says before heading off, leaving you and Jongho to handle the food.

Jongho handled the driving since you were the one who knew her orders better after the time together in the safe house. Doing the food run as quickly as possible to get it back to her. Laughing a little at how excited she got just at the sight of food. Mingi was going to take Hajoon from her so she could eat.

“Can I hold him?” Wooyoung asks, noticing the opportunity. Mingi laughs and hands his son over, only the boy wakes up and starts to cry making Wooyoung pout. A few of the other boys were scared of trying then.

“I’ll hold him.” Jongho surprises you a little by speaking up, delicately taking the baby who slowly stops crying as he looks up at your husband.

Jongho smiling at your stunned look, “What?”

“Just didn’t expect this is all.” You admit, watching them fondly. 

Jongho shrugs, leaning in, “Well if I’m going to make comments about breeding you all the time I should get some practice in with babies.”

He winks after whispering that to you, laughing when you gasp looking at him incredulously, and smack his arm.

“Oh, you’re done now. Give me the baby. You’ve lost privileges.” You say taking the little boy from him, but he doesn’t argue enjoying seeing you with the baby.

Sitting there all together in the hospital you realized you had forgiven them. Sure there was still a mix of emotions and an upset over some things, but you held no grudges.  No, you weren’t going anywhere anymore. This was your family, no matter what they did. You had to settle into this life still, and you had to repair bridges of trust and communication, but they would always be your family. Laying your head on Jongho’s head as you hold the baby, content at this moment. Content in this. Content having a home in them, in Jongho.

#fic: masquerade #ateez fic #ateez x reader #ateez smut #ateez imagines #jongho smut #jongho x reader #jongho angst #jongho fluff

[karumbusarr]

you know, when sun jae figures out that sol is from the future, he so confidently says that he'll diligently run to 2023 to meet sol there.

we don't even question it.

realistically it's 15 years and no one in their sane mind will ask anyone of that but with sun jae, having met the 2023 sun jae in both timelines and knowing how down bad insane he's been yearning for sol despite him not having a chance yet unable to let go... we don't even question it. we don't even question the whole 'ah life moves on, people move on and drift and change' thing that'll definitely be a question with any other couple.

we just naturally accept it, yes ofc sun jae will wait and reunite with sol again, 15 years is nothing.

sun jae doesn't even have any questions, he just naturally accepts that yes ill take care of myself for the next 15 years, where's the face mask?

in the world of so called situationships, cheating, falling out of love, long distance relationship struggles, commitment issues and so on... this pure, intense love is just so wonderful to witness. ofc some situations are reasonable and can't be helped but these two who'll go against time and fate for each other just to be together... i know it's a drama and it's idealistic but just for a few hours, you live in this space where two people purely seek each other because they wouldn't want to be anywhere else, no matter how many years they've to wait.

in so many romance dramas and movies, the question of actually wanting each other comes up, with the whole second lead involvement and misunderstandings and more, but here, there's nothing. you know both of them only have eyes for each other and it's so beautiful, that's what pulls you in.

two dumbasses adoring each other and falling hard so badly that time is just a small obstacle to overcome.

sun jae, in every timeline, from the heartbroken one to the living life well one, from the high school kid to the college kid, has only ever wanted sol. he fell for her kindness and never changed. she fell for his kindness and his wonderful being in itself and now she's down bad just like him. to think he helped her through vicious hard times the college sun jae won't even be aware of.

i feel that these two pull us in so well cuz at the end of the day we all want to be loved unconditionally and these two show us that, how it must be, to be so intensely woven into each other.

and to add on to that, in every timeline, they've also always been best friends with the same kids they used to run around together in their school days. yes it's a drama but don't we all want to have life long friends who'll always be there?

in all forms, love persists here, beyond time.

lovely runner is so filled with love, kindness and devotion in all ways that you just can't help but fall in love, just as sun jae and sol fell for each other.

now, isn't this a lovely thing for all of us to witness and experience together?

#lovely runner #im sol #ryu sun jae #kdrama #byeon woo seok #kim hye yoon #im sorry but im serious about this rant #like please #imagine how wonderful it is just see such devoted love #im sorry but my heart is so warm for these two and their friends and im geum and their parents and grandma #im just in love with everyone #honestly forever my fav drama

[ennoshitas-princess]

Mother's Day HC

Pairings: Atsumu Miya x fem! reader, Osamu Miya x fem! reader, Shinsuke Kita x fem! reader Notice: these are just my ideas, doesn't mean that they are 100% true

❀○◐●◑○ Atsumu Miya ○◐●◑○❀

He loves to tell you how much he is lucky to have you as the mother of his kids

Gives you the most extravagant presents like a necklace, perfume, a bracelet, etc

Without you, the whole house would be a wreck

You are a secondary ma to him if you will

When he comes back from practice, he takes you out to a nice restaurant (by nice I mean Onigiri Miya)

The two of them bicker and their ma stops them

She is proud of both of her boys still and loves them dearly

The amount of dedication he put onto the date was nuts

Will bombard you with all these compliments calling you pretty, beautiful, sexy, etc

He will show you off to the team saying YOU are the best mom in the world (aside from his ma)

Will make the night romantic and flirty like he is

Expect the Atsumu Smile™

❀○◐●◑○ Osamu Miya ○◐●◑○❀

He is the type of guy who will do the cooking the whole day

Breakfast in bed with nice flowers from the local flower shop, lunch with the kids with a cute little card made by him and them, a nice lit up candle dinner

He gives you nice tiny presents like a teddy bear, some of his special onigiri, chocolate, a bracelet, etc

He helps to dress up the kids to go out together as a family

Will go out of the way to even be even more a gentleman and exaggerating in opening the door and kissing your hand all for his beautiful lovely wife

Rants on and about you to his friends from high school saying you are the greatest mother in the world, just like his lovely ma

After that long day, he will massage you and maybe even to bake at night

❀○◐●◑○ Shinsuke Kita ○◐●◑○❀

He is the type to tell you that you will not do anything today and that he will do it all for you

Make meals, clean the house up, do the laundry, take care of the kids so you can relax on this special day

He will give you sweet and sensual gifts like flowers from the garden, strawberry jam from the patch, a nicely made painting, a knitted throw on, etc

He will take you out in the field to look at the wonders out in nature under a nice tree

A picnic with the kids to celebrate your efforts as the one who sails the ship

His grandmother simply loves how sweet you are to her Shin-chan and the tiny little things you brought along with your healthy relationship

You thank her and give her a big hug and tell her happy mother's day to her too

Kita could never ask for more than sweet kids, a gentle wife, and his loving grandma

A/n: thank you so much for reading!! These ideas are so cute that I had to post them. I love them so much and I hope you enjoy them too!!

Thank you for stopping by darling!!

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[greetings-humans]

suo hayato - martial arts rant

(minor plot spoilers for up until episode 4/chapter 8)

(all the stuff here also otherwise spoil suo's fighting style which you first see at ep 5/ch11-12)

now do you see this? (from ep 5)

and this (chapter 12)

so I have some experience in martial arts, like im a black belt in zendo ryuu karate do (a decently niche style of karate and like I also did a bit of jiu-jitsu, tho no competitions for any of these) but anyways this feels wrong.

now I don't claim to know all there is about martial arts but um. given the power behind even the weakest of punches (and kanumo (the opponent) survived shishitouren during its extremist phase so he can't be that weak), putting your hand in front of an incoming fist is a recipe for disaster and so much pain. the same can be said for attempting to... grab (??) the fist from above with your palm and your extended fingers, like you can see in the panel.

my poor, abused, tendinitis-ridden arms feel the pain for you, suo, please stop it.

we know from the manga, that suo isn't one of the people with "monster strength" (and those people also shouldn't be doing moves like this but I'll assume that monster strength also comes with insane muscle support on their arms/forearms/hands and they're also not trained in martial arts so whatever. let them make their mistakes since it doesn't hurt them that much) because suo is never described as having "monster strength" so him doing this is just off.

but, dee, you might say, this is a fucking manga/anime about teenage gangsters were you expecting realism??

as of episode 5 / chapter 12 (?), suo has confirmed that he's dabbled in mixed martial arts. you cant have him making these sort of mistakes for the shits and giggles.

and these feel like a decently basic mistakes, too. i asked my brother his opinion on this as a blue-belt in karate and he agrees with me that suo is off here. i asked my bsf (who has like a yellow belt in taekwondo but hasn't practiced martial arts in like nearly a decade) on an opinion on people using their palm to block an incoming punch and he thought that's weird. I asked google and even fucking wikihow disagree with the palm thing.

like. use your opponent's momentum against themselves yes. but also.

nowhere is there a mention of stopping the momentum with your palm. your fucking palm??? hello??? or stopping the momentum by grabbing the fist like that?? who grabs a fist from above😭😭 suo look at your goddamn wrist. joints are scared of you.

out of the top of my head, suo is in danger of breaking his fingers or spraining/breaking his wrist or fucking up his elbow, or some funky combination thereof. and he's also definitely getting in some sort of trouble with his tendon. but c'est la vie, ig.

and btw. he has pulled this off correctly a few times in the manga.

chapter 11

in the bottom right corner you see him deflecting properly and safely. and then rushing ahead to get out of Kanuma's range (wouldn't want a falling Kanuma to grab him on his way down lol). no clue what his left hand is doing tho. even if he was attempting to assume a ready stance. what the hell is his elbow doing that high? and why is his palm open and looking away from him? fuck if I know, this doesn't look like karate but there are like thousands of schools of karate with different variations so who knows. it's vaguely giving king fu or jiu jitsu but take this with a grain of salt.

or this from chapter 68. also correct technique. don't come at me for spoilers btw, I've literally given you zero context.

tho to be fair, I'm a little confused as to the angle that he's hand is at? like it seems like his torso is in front of the punch (which vaguely makes sense because the other guy can presumably aim towards center mass aka torso), but like suo should already be moving his torso away so his arm shouldn't be reaching out from that angle. whatever. I'll forgive this. it's super minor.

10/10 for just grabbing the damn wrist instead of what he was doing before.

tho once again to be fair, I'm also a little confused about what his free hand is doing once again but whatever. and how did the other guy lose his balance? idk suo tagged at his punching arm hard ig. and giving the "whap" sfx then he might have somehow hit the other dude's leg? certainly not with his free hand cause given his stance, he's still not low enough to hit the foot or shin of the other guy (which is what the panel insinuates). possibly suo used his front leg? whatever. still better than before.

nii satoru (the mangaka) so far seems great, because windbreaker has a nice plot and a fun, diverse cast of rather realistic teenagers (given the plot). he does seem to have a weakness when it comes to official martial arts styles, though, and that transferred towards the animation, as well.

#suo hayato #deelay words #sorry for the rant #i just had so many opinions #windbreaker #wbk #wbk manga #wbk anime #wbk suo #windbreaker suo #wind breaker #hayato suo #martial arts #long post

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

I honestly cannot recall where I heard this, it could have been a comment or part of the fic, but the idea was that in TMWWBK if Tom had the chance to go back in time he'd take Lily before she even went to Hogwarts to really bring out her potential.

How would that go, you reckon? Would he just show up at Alphard's place with Lily, saying she's his new apprentice while omitting the fact he basically kidnapped her?

The Man Who Would Be King by me and @therealvinelle

Alphard mentions it in the disastrous Order meeting he and Lily attended where he noted that if Tom had his way, Lily wouldn't have attended Hogwarts at all where they'd teach her how to hold a wand wrong and that for Tom it makes sense to make her learn what to a wizard is fucking Muggle gibberish.

That said, it was an offhand comment Alphard didn't really think through nor have to. Tom would do it... but it'd get a little convoluted.

Tom Kidnaps an Eleven-Year-Old (Or Not)

I imagine he does not kidnap Lily because a) what the fuck would he do with an eleven-year-old b) he doesn't have to. I imagine what he does is he shows up after Lily's eleventh birthday and Lily's gotten the "yer a witch" spiel from McGonagall and says, "Hello parents, would you like an option where your daughter doesn't go to this magic school but learns how to control her powers and gets a five-star education?"

We don't see enough of Lily's parents to know how thrilled they were about her going to Hogwarts. We know that Lily ultimately went and that Petunia at least at the time wrote begging to go, we know Lily was stupid with displaying her magical abilities so the idea that their daughter was telekinetic/whatever you want to call it wasn't out of left field for them, but we don't know if it was something they liked the idea of. Given how Hogwarts is presented, could be her parents thought this was an opportunity she'd never otherwise get (the description of Spinner's End does not lend itself to the idea that Lily would have been attending a prestigious boarding school otherwise). Could be they were prepared from whatever Lily had learned from Snape and told them in turn (though we don't know how much that was/if it was much of anything). Could be they thought "you know, this is a great opportunity for Lily to learn how to control her weird psychic abilities that we clearly don't know what to do with" which is only emphasized by McGonagall.

However, the fact of the matter is that they're proposing sending Lily to the middle of nowhere Scotland, to a school that her parents are not allowed to visit or even see under any circumstances, where she'll learn nothing they're familiar with, and Lily won't be able to tell them much if at all. Oh, and they'll have a hard time even taking Lily to get her supplies because their world is built purposefully to exclude people without magic and make their lives as difficult as possible.

Regardless, good-looking Tom who happens to run into them in Diagon Alley and is advertising his tutoring/home schooling services, does a bang up job scaring the shit out of them about what can happen at Hogwarts (severe bullying, high death/injury rate, the Muggle-born problem, the fact that classes are kind of tailored to the lowest common denominator and not the best achievers)/what will likely happen to Lily when she graduates (0 prospects). By using Tom to homeschool her, Lily can continue to pursue her Muggle schooling, stay at home, and learn at a faster pace than Hogwarts will teach her.

(Lily, of course, will likely be mortified and horrified because here she and Severus have been so excited to go to Hogwarts, she really is a witch, this cool castle sounds great and now Severus is going without her, is telling her how stupid her parents are being, and Lily will be the only witch in the country not attending Hogwarts.)

On the off chance the parents still do send Lily, Tom probably doesn't do anything, but does offer to tutor during the holidays/summer. "I can totally get around that 'no magic' rule as an official instructor" which is actually true because the 'no magic' rule has hilariously terrible enforcement that's practically useless.

So, even if she goes (and she probably still will), the family/Lily certainly wouldn't say no to being able to practice magic over the summer and get ahead of her peers (as she's starting behind as a Muggle-born).

(Yes, eleven-year-old Severus hates Lily's stupid hot tutor that she doesn't even need/shouldn't have. He also hates that Lily increasingly notes that her stupid hot tutor is really smart and that they're covering material way outside the curriculum, and she thinks they're not actually learning much in Hogwarts in retrospect.)

Tom though would either halt his Voldemort activities completely (as there's a chance, he could accidentally blow-up future apprentice and he has all the time in the world anyway) or else make sure Lily is very very very far away from them. Given he'd need something of a double-life though, I imagine he'd put it on hold/not really start things up so that he, as Tom Riddle, can have come back from abroad to do this tutoring gig (and conveniently check back in with Alphard earlier).

I imagine this does end up with Tom getting more than one student to stay afloat, and he hates it so much.

#harry potter #the man who would be king #tom riddle #lily evans #meta #vinelle #therealvinelle

[anntriccs]

I want to ask about the daily lives of the Lovechilds?

-Do they go to regular school?

-Are they in training for their future roles for ADA and Port Mafia? I can see that Kazuya is studying to be a doctor quite early.

-When did Lyubov started her travels and search for her dad, Fyodor Dostoyevsky? How does Nikolai feel about it?

-Are any of the kids getting anymore siblings?

So, so many questions I have for you Ann.

I love questions and answers, so while I take a break, let's get to it! 1. The kids go to what we might call “private” school! It's a school founded by the ADA, financially supported by the PM and supervised by the Special Division. Children with and without abilities attend (those without abilities are usually children of people with abilities, or people who work for an organization).

Students attend preschool through high school. In general, it works like any other school, except that there are special classes only for children with abilities (such as history classes) and activities that they cannot do (example: Yasushi cannot participate in any sports activities because he has a clear advantage over the rest).

2. All children are trained from an early age (because of past conflicts, in other words, manga canon). Only Kazuya and Lenore have a role within the ADA and the rest of the people recognize them as future members. Jonathan is in “process” and Yasushi still doesn't have a place or a “side” in which he is. He's usually in the ADA mostly because there are the other children.

Of course, Yujiro is already a Hunting Dog, and Lyubov has no “place” as a member of any organization. Kazuya since he was little wanted to be a doctor to take care of his parents <3 I drew about that a while ago!

3. Lyubov started looking for Fyodor as soon as she found out about everything (both the bad things Fyodor did and the fact that he's alive), which happened shortly before she visited the ADA for help (the beginning of the comic Lovechild).

Nikolai was devastated because he felt he had failed to protect her and tried to stop her, but he couldn't do anything because she left looking for answers as her father wasn't going to tell her anything or even help her. Nikolai is also agreed that Lyubov should stay away and forget about Fyodor (more on this soon in the comic!)

4. Yes, one of the kids will have a little sister and she will appear for the first time in the comic! But of course, in the meantime I won't reveal which couple will get another child, haha, but I already have the name selected and I have the design more or less thought out <3

[bluwavez]

YOU HAVE CHOSEN TO PLAY AS KIWOO !

THE DEEPDIVE EXPERIENCE is a simulation game where you will experience the members' lives up until now. Currently playing as KIWOO, the story will contain themes and situations of GRIEF, DEATH, SUICIDE, DEPRESSION, NEGLECTFUL PARENTS, and MANIPULATION. Please click off now if these themes and situations will be too much for you.

CLICK HERE TO CHOOSE WHO TO PLAY AS NEXT.

— 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐋 𝟏 ; 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃.

CURRENT INVENTORY:

Your favorite teddy bear named Lucy. A copy of "Weathered Blossom" by Park Wang-Suh. A cup of tea you'll share with your mother. A bandaid for your scraped knee. Your love for your big sister, Namjoo. Stickers you stole from Namjoo's room. Strawberries for later. Your favorite treat, gummy worms. A collection of CDS your father gave you.

The house you grew up in is dusty and small. Your parents work typical office jobs that you don't know much about. You just know they're tired and don't have much time to clean the house. You wish it was cleaner here, but that's only when you think about it for too long. You have an older sister, Namjoo, who loves to sing and dance like your father did, but only on the weekends. It's been a long time since you've seen your father smile.

You're the apple of your sister's eye. She cares for you like a mother should. She brushes your hair before school, helps you with homework, and even makes dinner for you when mom is working too late. You love your sister very much. She's your best friend. You smile every time you see her even when she makes you learn silly girl group dances.

Namjoo says, "I have dreams of being a dancer. You can be the singer. You're a good singer, you know?"

You didn't know, but now you do.

— 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐋 𝟐 ; 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒.

CURRENT INVENTORY:

A camera you bought at a thrift store. Depression and Anxiety, a blossoming friendship. An invitation to train at Angelico Entertainment. A journal your mother gave you. Your love for your big sister, Namjoo. Books, lots of books. Tea you drink by yourself.

At fourteen, you realize you're gay. It wasn't a shock to anyone else but yourself. Your mom was more understanding than you thought she would be, but deep down, you know it's because she doesn't really care about your life, just getting you out of the house. Your father didn't react, just saying, "Tell me something new." He went back to eating his dinner with nothing in his eyes. Namjoo was supportive but told you to keep it to yourself. She says, "People are mean to gay people. I don't want them being mean to you for something you can't change." So you didn't tell anyone else.

At fourteen, Namjoo drags you to an Angelico Entertainment audition. You didn't really care about K-pop or being an idol--In fact, you want to be a librarian, but Namjoo can't do anything without you, just like you can't do anything without her. You two sing "Give Love" by AKMU without missing a beat, and doing the choreography Namjoo flawlessly made you practice for weeks. You're good at dancing, even if it hurts your ankles.

The table of judges loves you two. They adore your sister, but they favor you more. You're younger and a boy, but you can hit high notes like a girl. The man who sits at the center of the table, Son Jinhwa, his nameplate says, tells you that you have the potential to be a star. You've never thought about being a star before.

You start training the next week and move out of the house at just fourteen. You think it's normal.

Training is hard—really hard. You get called ugly by the managers, a pig by the dance instructors, and useless by your vocal coach, but you pass your evaluations with flying colors every time. In fact, you're one of the top trainees in the company. Even being in the top ten trainees, you feel useless and tired. You're so tired.

When Namjoo fails her third vocal evaluation, she's cut from the trainee program. You see this as your way out, and without question, you begin packing your bags with her.

"No," She tells you firmly. You knit your brows.

"I'm going with you. I always go with you."

"Not this time. This is a big company, Kiwoo. You heard Jinhwa. You're going to be a star."

"I don't want to be a star."

"Sometimes we don't have a say in what we become." You had never seen Namjoo this serious before. You hate it. You start to cry because the thought of doing this without her sounds even worse than hell. You experience your first panic attack right there on the spot. Crying, gasping for air, feeling like your heart is going to explode, you can't breathe even with Namjoo counting down from ten to calm you down.

Despite this, you keep training and Namjoo goes to a different company. A smaller one. She's sure to debut there.

You're fifteen when you get put on the survival show. The New Wave. It's awful.

Most of the boys are mean and don't want to be friends. Everyone but you is desperate to debut; you're only desperate to get to your phone to talk to your best friend and sister. Namjoo's debut is coming up soon, and if you want to be there for her debut stage, not competing on a survival show, you have no chance of winning.

Or so you thought.

The people like you—they like you a lot. Your rank only gets higher every week, and by the finale, you're in sixth place. You barely made it, but you made it. You're debuting with six other boys you either don't like or don't know the name of. Either way, you're excited. You cry when Jinhwa announces your name because you just can't believe it. The worst is over, you think as you stand on that bright blue stage.

You were so naive.

— 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐋 𝟑 ; 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒.

CURRENT INVENTORY:

The keys to your parents' house, you rarely use them. Tea bags for you and Noah. Matches because you hate using lighters. Hunger. The grief it's weighing you down significantly.

You never told anyone, but when you were 17 and Namjoo was 21, you two began planning how you two were going to kill yourselves. After only two years of activity, she brought it up first after her group disbanded. You were initially indifferent to the idea, but the more you two talked about it, the more serious it became. Truthfully, what did you have to live for?

DeepDive wasn't doing well. They weren't doing horrible, but they were underperforming to the point that Jinhwa often shipped you guys off to Japan. The group did well in Japan—nothing crazy, but better than they've ever done in Korea. You two texted about the plan daily since you couldn't see Namjoo in person. Every day, every hour, paragraphs about how and when you both will die and how freeing it will be to be dead, to feel nothing, to sleep forever.

Aside from the endless Japanese promotions, you found great success in singing OSTs for dramas you've never watched. Your songs perform well; they chart more than your group's songs, but you can't even bring yourself to care. The impending thought of your own demise sucks every bit of energy from you. Your success means nothing because it's fleeting. Death is forever.

Then you're eighteen, and Namjoo jumps off the bridge over the Han River. The detective told you she most likely died on impact when you went in with Jisung to identify her body. Your parents weren't in the country, but for once, you were.

It's an awful experience. It alters your perception of life, death, and everything in between. Seeing your best friend's dead body, feeling how cold and stiff her hands were, it changes everything—Her death changes everything. After the funeral, you go on a hiatus. You can tell by the looks in your groupmates eyes they don't think you'll come back and you truthfully don't know either. This failing group of boys you can barely bring yourself to care about is the last thing on your mind.

After a week of not getting out of bed, Jisung calls your mom because he's worried. She tells you to move back home, saying, "We should all be together right now."

You throw a fit—a massive fit. You shout at your mother the loudest you ever had, screaming at her to leave you alone, spewing the unspoken truths at her, and laying your family's business out for the entire dorm to see. There's not much business to air out, and that's the problem. Your parents weren't there. Namjoo was. She was the only family you ever had, and now she's dead, completing a plan that was supposed to include you without you. Your mother had no right to mourn, and neither did your father.

After that, you stay in the dorm, mainly in your room, rotting in your bed to the point your sheets fuse to your skin.

Jisung and Noah take care of you. Jisung helps you shower no matter how humiliating that is; Noah brings you food and sits with you even when you don't say anything for hours; Jisung sometimes sleeps in your room on the floor to wake you from the nightmares that become a nightly occurrence. Despite their kindness, you wish you were dead. You fantasize what it would be like to overdose in your bed and have one of them find you, altering their life forever.

You don't know why you think this way. You just do.

It takes you six months to rejoin the group and step outside again. The small group of fans DeepDive has collected rejoice when you step on stage again, screaming and clapping for you despite not even opening your mouth. For a brief moment, you have a purpose.

Suddenly, you're nineteen, and Jisung looks at you differently. At that point, you've never had a boyfriend, never even kissed a boy, and you're too busy. You've always been working. He calls you cute, and it makes your heart flutter. He puts his hand on your waist during promotions and when you two are in the kitchen, and he needs to get by. He watches your lips when you talk instead of your eyes. It's love, you think every time you look at him.

It took a lot of convincing, pestering even, for you to agree to have sex with Jisung for the first time. You're nervous and don't know what you're doing, but it's fine because it's love, and by the end of the discomfort, you'll be his boyfriend.

You never end up being Jisung's boyfriend. When you ask about it, he looks at you with so much pity you'd think he was looking at a wounded animal, not you. You feel stupid and used. You hate that feeling, so you end up hating him.

After that, men become easy. You go through them like tissues. It's low risk because no one knows who you are. DeepDive is slowly gaining traction, but it is not enough to make your face notable.

2020 hits like a brick. DeepDive has topped every chart and won every award you're nominated for. You're unstoppable, quickly becoming the global face of K-pop. It's very jarring, but idol life seems to be that way. One day, you're living off cup ramen that tastes like plastic, and the next, you're on Jimmy Fallon telling him about how much you love Arthea Franklin.

You're so busy you forget you're depressed. For once, you really feel like you're living your life. You're not happy, but you're not depressed.

You're finally just living.

— 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐋 𝟒 ; 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄.

CURRENT INVENTORY:

Books, you still love to read. Sweet treats you baked yourself; baking puts you at ease. Your journal. The anger, you don't know where to put it. The grief, you just can't let it go. It's too comforting.

You're twenty-three now.

You're wildly successful career-wise. You have a ton of money because of your golden voice. You're adored by your group's massive fanbase. Life worked out pretty well for you all things considered.

But the depression made you mean, and the grief made you bitter. You belittle your friends' decisions, and you shoot daggers with your words at the man you say you love. You're not sure you can love anyone at this point. You haven't spoken to your mother in years, and your father hasn't spoken to you even longer. You have no plans to speak to your father ever again, but sometimes you long for your mother's hand through your hair when you're upset.

You live a good life, you suppose.

#˗ ˋ 🌊 dive deeper ﹕ underwater ! #kpop oc #fictional idol community #idol oc #kpop addition #fictional idol oc #kpop au #oc kpop group #bts addition #idolverse

[insane-fanfic-author-4life]

Percy Jackson High School Headcanons | 23 headcanons | 438 Words

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The inside of Percy's desk is covered in pictures of him and his friend even the ones they lost at war

It also has a bunch of blue candies which he shares with the kids who ask

Percy's a loner, always in the back, and never talking unless talked too

Percy has a small mortal friend group that has like three people in it

One is Nancy Bobofit when she transferred to Goode High

Percy's backpack is from CHB's giftshop; orange with a small camp logo on the top corner

Percy always wears long sleeve shirts after a senior pointed out the scars

He gets homework done with the help of Annabeth, Leo, and Frank.

Clarisse and Chris surprise him one day coming to his school when they were on their way to camp

Percy's good at geography, history, greek, and art curtesy to Rachel and Hazel's art lessons

He accidently sends his history teacher a video of karaoke night at camp instead of his videoed history project

His history teacher just laughs when he tries to explain

And invited Paul to come watch

He showed the class his real history project the next day and received full credit

Percy's on the school volley ball team for 2 reasons number one being Goode doesn't have a swim team number two even if they did his mom said it would be cheating

Jason tried school for a month, but he could barely stand it because Camp Juniper favors Roman numerals over regular numbers, and MATH IS HARD OKAY

He finds out that his Math teacher is another greek monster and he's just d o n e

He's not even surprised but just hates math for the rest of his life, it's cursed he tell everyone

He has a small plush owl in his locker from Annabeth, Percy also has a plush Octopus siting beside it

Paul packs his lunch for him so that Percy will have to go to the teachers lounge to grab it where they make conversion

That's also where most of the teachers learn that Percy isn't just a bad kid; that it's a show

He knows more about the teachers in his school than the students

When Paul gets invited to things at the school they always say "Bring your boy, Blofis, will ya"

Paul not so secretly likes it

Percy finds out that a Roman demigod is his principle, she wasn't aware of the Greek and Roman mix up and immediately went to CJ

#heroes of olympus #pjo #pjo hoo toa #rachel elizabeth dare #high school #headcanon #jason grace #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #high school au

[whipped-for-kpop-fics]

There's a snake in my pants - K.MG

🤠Who; Kim Mingyu (Seventeen) x gender-neutral reader 🤠What; Crack/humour. Some fluff. Established relationship. Himbo Mingyu! [I love himbo Gyu] 🤠Word count; 2.3k 🤠Warnings; Profanity. Critter mentions (literally the word critter plus snake but uhhh not the animal). Misuse of a lasso, bad Mingyu, but it's funny dw. And no one gets hurt. Mentions of pervert/voyeur Wonwoo but it's not plot relevant. Very suggestive in general but no smut or actual sexual actions. Reader wears lingerie.

Although there isn't any smut, this is definitely an 18+ fic so Minors do NOT interact. I WILL block any account that interacts without an age indicator in the bio.

Summary; Your boyfriend wants to try a new sexy roleplay idea, it doesn't go well.

-2024 Masterlist-

A/N- This goes out to @ourdawnishotterthanourday , I hope you enjoy reading this as if you don't already know exactly what's going to happen anyway from my screaming about the himbo cowboy collective (omg series idea???) Thank you for encouraging me to live my best crack life, sweetheart 💖 And big thank you to @wonuvs for helping me so much with the header, I know it must've been hard to look at shirtless Mingyu so much 💖

Approximately twenty minutes ago, your lovable idiot of a boyfriend told you to go and wait on your bed for him, gave you a wink then skipped off with an excited giggle. Which, cute, yes, but also very very worrying.

As much as you adore Mingyu, you are very aware that he has some rather questionable ideas in general, what with him being what you would call a Class A Himbo; and unfortunately, he has brought those questionable ideas into the bedroom on more than one occasion. There is now a strict rule about no balloons in the bedroom and likely not for the reason you think.

So although you do go to your shared room and get dressed down in a lingerie set you know that he likes, you truly can't say that you exactly have high hopes for whatever your boyfriend has planned.

When the door creaks open, you're confused because all you see is Mingyu's hand appearing from one side to nudge the door open as wide as it can go. It takes a few pushes of his fingers before the door does actually swing open and then his arm darts back. A second later, Mingyu gallops into view and you don't know if you want to laugh or mentally log out more.

Because gallop isn't even an inaccurate description of the way he enters. Like a child pretending to play cowboys with one of those long wooden poles with the plush horse's heads set on one end with attached reigns. You can't tell if the fact he has one of those children's toy horses makes it worse or not. You can't even admire the way his thick thighs, showcased by just the tiny pair of boxer briefs he's wearing, are pressed tight around either side of the thick wooden pole to keep it upright with both of his hands barely fitting on the tiny little loop of faux-leather that makes up the reigns.

All Mingyu is wearing are those tiny little dark boxers that don't even fully cover his asscheeks, a cowboy hat and cowboy boots. Oh, and there's some thin dark rope looped diagonally over his bare chest. That can't be good.

"Howdy partner." Mingyu starts, entirely serious in his roleplay and doing his best to put on the 'cowboy voice' you know that he and his friends have been practising together to be 'real cowboys'.

Even though you're still trying to figure out exactly how you feel about this particular roleplay choice of your boyfriend, you can't help but at least humour him. He's far too cute and sweet in general to not try, at the very least, to play along. "Howdy, cowboy," You reply, a little dumbstruck yet Mingyu lights up brightly all the same.

He wiggles slightly in excitement, forgetting himself a little in his joy, then remembers he's supposed to be a 'sexy, serious cowboy-man' and schools his expression. He doesn't even notice the amused twitch of your lips at his slip. "I'm new to town and I hear you're the person to come to when there's trouble."

"Oh, there's trouble, is there?" You hum and shuffle to sit up against the headboard. You're internally very relieved when he removes the horse and props it against the wall. It's much easier to take him seriously when he's standing there in all his ridiculously handsome glory.

"Yes, ma'am." Oh, you could get used to him saying those words in that voice, pitched slightly lower than normal and a little rough. Maybe their 'cowboy meetings' have been more successful than you've realised. Because Mingyu, nor his friends, have improved very much in the actual horse riding aspect of being a modern-day cowboy. But at least the voice is getting good.

"Sounds serious."

"It is." He steps a little closer, hands on his hips and you can't tell if it's intentional or not but it draws your eyes to his crotch in those tiny boxers leaving nothing to the imagination. Not that you need to imagine what he's packing underneath when he's always so willing to let you see, and feel, and taste. "Do you think you can help a cowboy out, ma'am?"

"Keep calling me ma'am and it sounds pretty likely." You mutter and lift your gaze back up to his face. He's smirking at you now, well aware of how much you love his body. "Tell me, what's the issue, cowboy?"

"Well, you see, it involves a certain critter," You try not to giggle at him using the term critter, you can't help it when all you can think of is the endearing way he and his friends will call any living animal or insect critter; often in a loud screech when a bug flies too close to them.

"Ooh, I see. You have a critter problem."

"That I do, ma'am."

"And a big strong cowboy like you can't handle a single critter?"

"I'm more skilled with the bigger critters."

"So this critter is small?" You wonder how many times the two of you will use the term critter, it really does not help set the mood, just amuses you honestly. This situation has already devolved in your mind and Mingyu hasn't even noticed, he's still very serious about his big-boy cowboy role-play.

"Yes," His face drops. "Wait, no! It's not." He pouts a little, barely a little protrusion of his bottom lip.

"So it's not big enough for you to handle yourself, but it's not small?" He nods and slips back into character. "How big is it exactly?"

"Big enough." You think you understand what he's trying to do here. But you're willing to let it play out at least.

"Okay, give it to me."

"Give it to you?" His eyes round out a little with the excitement those words bring him.

"I mean, tell me what it is." You correct and try not to giggle at the disappointed little oh he lets out, understanding the miscommunication there.

Though, once again, he gets right back into character and locks his serious, sultry gaze on you as the tips of his thumbs hook into the waistband of his boxers without removing his hands from his hips. "There's a snake in my pants." Yup, that's about exactly where you thought he was going with this.

"I can't believe you've defiled my childhood like that, Mingyu." You deadpan, unimpressed. His arms drop along with his expression.

"What? What did I do wrong? It's just a line!" He whines. "Wonwoo taught it to me!"

"Wonwoo?" You sigh. "Baby, what have I told you about listening to Wonwoo where sex is involved?"

"That he's wrong that sitting in the tree outside our window with binoculars isn't a natural biology lesson no matter if he takes notes." He replies in very much the tone of a man who has had those very words drilled into him many times.

"I…well yes, that is a very good one, thank you for remembering." Mingyu perks up a little at your approving response. "But that's not what I meant."

"Uhm," He thinks hard. "That he's wrong that you have to bark during doggy style." That particular memory sends shivers down your spine, you had hoped to forget it.

"Also very correct and please don't bring that up again."

"I'm sorry, I really thought he knew what he was talking about!" Mingyu defends quickly. "He's so smart, baby!"

"Uh," You don't know how to respond. Wonwoo is not smart, he may look scholarly with his glasses and cardigans when he's lounging around, but he is, like your boyfriend, just another pretty himbo. All four of the group are and you still can't tell who's the worst of them. Still, you adore the four and would never change a thing about any of them, even if their dumbassery has caused a lot of trouble since they moved to town. So you move on. "The point is, Gyu, you shouldn't listen to Wonwoo's sex advice, ever. Remember that?"

"Oh, right, yeah, you've said that before." He nods slowly in understanding, looking kind of dejectedly down at the bedframe. He looks like a scolded puppy, it pulls your heartstrings enough to want to try and salvage the situation.

"Was this whole roleplay Wonwoo's idea?" You wonder. Mingyu looks up at you and shakes his head, lips pouted cutely at you and eyes big. "Yours?"

"Yeah. And Seungcheol's. You've never told me not to take sex advice from him!"

Okay, you have to admit, Seungcheol is probably the only one from Mingyu's three besties that you think would give pretty decent sex advice, you know he at least has active ongoing experience with a friend of your own and they've always sung his praises. Wonwoo is…well nobody knows for sure if Wonwoo has ever actually had sex. He kind of gives off horny virgin energy, honestly whenever sexual conversations come up but he's always been pretty smooth when flirting so it could go either way. And the fourth of their group is precious, naive Seokmin; you know he has experience himself but he's a very sweet guy and always seems scandalised when anything out of vanilla is mentioned.

"Okay, then I'm willing to pick this back up if you really want to try it, sweetheart."

"I do!" Mingyu beams and suddenly looks as if you've offered him the world on a silver platter, drizzled in sweet syrup ready for him to slurp up. Oh, does that remind you of another one of his slightly less questionable bedroom surprises. But that's an entirely different story. "Okay, okay," Mingyu takes a few breaths to calm his visible joy, it's so cute watching him bring his hands up as he inhales deeply then turn and push them palms downwards to the floor as he exhales.

He may have some very odd ideas, but man, did you score an adorable sweetheart of a boyfriend who you hope will never change and always remain this way. You've not even been together that long, just a handful of months really, but you're pretty sure he's it for you. Your forever. The one you want to spend the rest of your life with.

When he's collected himself, he turns back to you and decides to entirely bypass the whole snake in his pants section, wisely so you think, and starts to remove the ropes from around his torso. He only knocks his hat off twice, though you barely notice because now all you can think about is the fact that it seems like you won't be the one to have to bring up bondage.

While you're wondering if your big beefy boyfriend is about to hogtie you and have his way with you, Mingyu gathers the long rope in his right hand and then takes one end into his left. It's then that you notice the very distinct large loop in one end.

Horror spreads through your body as you realise that Kim Mingyu has brought a fucking lasso into the bedroom. "Gyu-" You start in warning yet he's already pulling his arm back and launching the rope in your general direction. You yelp automatically, expecting to get hit in the face, yet it doesn't touch you. There's a loud crash on your right so you look over only to find that the only remaining one of the pair of bedside lamps is now in pieces on the hardwood flooring, the loop of Mingyu's lasso caught around the shade. It's like the balloon incident all over again. And now you have no bedside lamps, thanks to Kim Mingyu.

There's pure silence for a tense few seconds as you both stare dumbly at the mess on the floor.

Mingyu's whisper breaks the silence "Fuck." And then you burst into howling laughter. "Babe!" He whines but you can't stop, toppling over onto your side on the bed with the power of your laughs.

The whole situation has been a mess from start to finish. It's a miracle you lasted this long without some kind of breakdown. You're just glad it's the laughing kind and not the mental kind.

It takes a minute of poutily grumbling about working him hard on the scenario, learning how to tie a lasso knot and modelling endless hats and boots for his friends so they can help him pick the right ones before the humour of it all actually hits Mingyu.

It starts with a little giggle and then he looks between you and the broken lamp a few times and has to flop across the bed as he laughs along with you, uncaring that his hat falls off.

Slowly, both of you stop laughing and calm enough to look at each other. You're still grinning like fools and there are tear tracks down your cheeks from it, but you're happy. He's happy. That's all that matters.

Mingyu shuffles over to you in a manner that makes giggles bubble out of your throat until he's on his side close enough to lean in and press a soft kiss to your lips. "I love you," He informs gently when he pulls back to look adoringly into your eyes. Your expression softens and quickly melts into the mirror of his own as you brush your fingertips over his cheek.

"I love you too." You reply, smiling as he lays his hand over the back of yours to hold it in place as he turns his head to kiss your palm, planting his love right there where you can keep it safe for as long as you want to. And then he looks back at you and holds your palm to his cheek. "Just no more lassos in the bedroom,"

Mingyu laughs and nods in agreement. "No more lassos in the bedroom."

"House in general. Indoors. No lassos indoors."

"Okay, baby," He giggles and kisses you once more sweetly before getting up and picking his hat up off the mattress to plop on your head when you sit up. You adjust it so that you can watch as he crouches down beside the broken lamp to begin cleaning up the mess you made. And as you watch him, there's only one thought on your mind.

Yeah, he really is it for you.

A/N- Believe it or not, the original idea that caused this one has a much higher crack content and I may have to write that too. This story can be considered a spin-off of that, or one in the collection of the same universe focused on the 4 himbos and their adventures.

#wkcnet #svthub #seventeen x reader #seventeen fic #svt x reader #seventeen fluff #seventeen crack #svt fluff #svt crack #svt fic #seventeen mingyu x reader #seventeen mingyu fluff #seventeen mingyu crack #seventeen mingyu fic #svt mingyu x reader