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yuna542 · 11 months

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Connected (OT8 x Reader)

Part 18<-

Part 19

Pairing: Han x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Warnings: 18+, Suggestive Themes, Swearing, Fighting

Word Count: 3k

Note: Finally a new Part. Hope you like it and I‘m really sorry that you have to wait for new updates. But I want to write things I‘m confident with and that takes some time. <3 You remember that Video of Felix sitting on Hannies legs? Got inspired ;)

On your first day of your new job as the personal manager of Stray Kids, you didn't expect to be standing in front of the man you made out with last night in a club. But it soon becomes clear that the Stray Kids don't just want you as their manager.

Will this passionate arrangement end your career?

"I don't wear panties, you know."

Jisung's wide eyes, pouted mouth, and frozen look on his face was pure gold as you leaned down and whispered in his ear. You didn't know what had made you do it, but you had been so restless since this morning and an excited tingle had been spreading through your stomach all day. The boys made you unsettled, especially living with them. Seeing Chan‘s firm stomach, while he walked around the dorm almost naked every day, or Changbin‘s sweaty body when he came back from working out, Felix morning face, with those big glasses or Jeongins puffy cheeks after showering. All that was too much to handle the whole day, without being able to release some steam. The schedule for all of you were extremely time and energy consuming, which meant you hardly had any time together. It sucked but the preparation for the comeback would soon be over.

Then Jisung started to tease you in front of the whole crew of the Studio Choom Channel. The kids recorded the performance video for the title song today. It was a strong song and you were sure it would hit the fans like a wrecking ball, despite its unusual emotional depth and extreme mixed genres.

The Kids all looked fantastic. The new hair colors looked great on them, and you were especially taken with Han today. Probably because he wouldn't stop teasing you. He was clingy, kept pulling you back by the hand when you whizzed past him, called your name loudly to embarrass you in front of the film crew, and kept stealing little things you needed to work through your checklist. To sum it up: He was getting on your nerves big time with his outrageously handsome face.

While the guys all had enough to do themselves with makeup, outfits and rehearsals, Han seemed to calmly devote his attention only to you. You were already hurrying across the set again, where the lights were set up, and urgently needed to write down the number of one of the new stylists to hire him for the next time as well.

Thanks to him, the outfit selection had gone quickly and smoothly.

You patted down the pockets in your dress and then your bag, but you couldn't find anything there either.

"Jinnie have you seen my pen?", you asked stressed, but he just shook his head:

"Sorry, princess."

Then he proceeded to throw cheeseballs at I.N.

Chan and Felix were sitting in makeup getting made up while Seungmin and Minho were already in front of the camera getting their positions set. Just as you walked past Han, who was lounging in a chair, you wanted to scream out loud at his grin.

"Looking for something?", he asked in an innocent voice, tilting his head so that he could almost rest it against the back of the chair.

Annoyed, you took a deep breath and approached him.

"Where is it? Ji give it to me!", you snapped at him and he just grinned broadly.

"I don't know what you're talking about, sweetie. But when you're mad, you look really hot."

"Stop playing games!"

He chuckled and you wanted to be angry at him so bad, to get that stress off your chest, but he looked at you with so much joy in his shining eyes that you just couldn't do it.

"You... Just wait!", you muttered and your fighting spirit was gradually awakened. That's how it always went between you two. Everything was a game by now and the other was trying to win at any cost. If you weren't so competitive, you might have admitted that playing games with Jisung was fun and you even liked it a little when he annoyed you.

You leaned down towards him and began to scan his upper body with your hands. Irritated, he raised his arms and let you slide your fingers into each pocket and fold of his clothes. But there was nothing there. When you lifted your gaze, his face suddenly hovered directly in front of yours. Your hands were firmly at his stomach, and as the corners of his mouth slowly lifted, you drew your eyebrows together.

"Go ahead and keep looking! Maybe it's hidden in my pants. You should search there."

His suggestive tone of voice was unmistakable.

Shaking your head, you couldn't hide the smirk at his audacity. Slowly you let your hands wander into his lap and braced yourself against his thigh, arching your back a little. The red accent in his hair made him look even bolder, and today mischievousness shone in his eyes to a whole new extent.

"Isn't Minho playing with you today, or why are you so needy for my attention?", you asked provocatively, and immediately his eyes darted to your lips.

It would be way to easy to overcome the minimal distance for him to kiss you and you loved to stir him up like that.

You squeezed his thigh lightly and as if by itself he looked into your cleavage next.

"I'd much rather play with you. You have better arguments", he shot back, clearly alluding to what he hoped to catch a glimpse of under your dress. Now the corners of your mouth lifted as well, and you got an urge to take it to the extreme to see who would give up first.

"Tell me where my pen is now or you'll never see a glimpse of those arguments again, Ji!", you muttered dangerously, digging your fingernails into his leg until he hissed.

Then he nodded behind you.

"There it is..."

You followed his gaze and rolled your eyes directly. Of course, the pen was lying on the floor right in front of his chair. He must have thrown it there before you got to him.

You pushed yourself away from him and understood his plan too late. It was only when you bent down to pick up the pencil that finally the penny dropped. Glancing over your shoulder, you saw Jisung with his hands clasped behind his head, leaning back in his chair and enjoying the view of your butt peeking out from under your dress.

From the satisfied look on his face, you knew his plan had worked. You stood up and as you walked by, you murmured to him:

"You can only lose this game, dickhead."

Jeongin looked confused at you two, but Minho only shook his head at him and gestured for him to say nothing. He was already used to your bickering and knew it was better not to interfere. There was always that weird sexual tension which everybody left speechless.

Finally, you had unceremoniously disappeared into the bathroom as the boys were busy shooting the first part of the choreography. You slipped out of your pink lace panties and crumpled them up in your hand.

When you came back, the guys sat together in a little break where makeup and hair were touched up.

Seemingly by chance, you sat down next to Han, who was talking to the director. He advised him to stand at a different angle to the camera for his part, and Han nodded vehemently. Under the table, you apparently randomly brushed Han's thigh with your leg and smiled to yourself as he stiffened next to you.

"I don't wear panties, you know", you whispered to him at a moment when the Director across the table was talking to Chan. Han's mouth opened and closed like a fish and he had obviously forgotten everything the Director had said to him.

If he gave you a hard time at work, so could you.

His gaze was glued to your lap and he inevitably imagined you wearing nothing else under that skimpy black dress.

"You're bluffing", he finally whispered, slowly lifting his gaze to look you in the eye.

You crossed your legs and returned his gaze with such intensity that it gave him goosebumps.

You closed your elegant fingers around his hand under the table and with the other hand you put your lace panties in his palm before you just stood up and disappeared. Just as the director turned back to address him, Jisung stared down at his hand where the piece of thin fabric now lay. You saw him snap out of his daze at the third repetition of his name, and he quickly slipped your underpants into his pocket.

You had won this round, that was clear.

Self-satisfied, you watched him give you warning looks as soon as he was back on the set. For the rest of the shoot, he never had a chance to talk to you. There was always someone around who could listen and so he was forced to watch you with the knowledge of your bare cunt, when you were squeezing your knees together while sitting down or adjusting your dress.

It drove him crazy. He wanted to rip the dress off your body and risk a glimpse of your naked middle, to finally get that temptation out of his head. That only he knew and couldn't tell anybody made it so much worse.

After hours of dancing and tons of repetition, he dropped loudly onto the couch. A small seating area had been set up next to the set so the guys could take a break there and watch the footage.

Felix and Jeongin sat on the second couch while Chan and Hyunjin watched the choreography on the screens to judge if they were happy with it. Your feet were already hurting from the long day, and even the walk to pick up the coffee you ordered felt like an eternity.

But now you were walking around distributing the orders among the guys and the staff. When you were about to give one of the last coffees to Felix, Jisung looked up from the sofa with wide eyes. You could see exactly how much the whole thing kept him busy and that he had your panties in his pocket the whole time, even during the shoot, didn't let him rest for a second.

You handed Felix the only milkshake and he smiled brightly at you.

Seungmin leaned back on an armchair with a tissue stuck to his forehead so his makeup wouldn't be ruined by the sweat. Changbin sat at the other end of the sofa with closed eyes, so there was a gap between him and Han.

"You could have sent someone to get the coffee", said Minho, sitting in an armchair and propping his elbows on his knees, the coffee between his hands.

"Yes. But no one but me can remember your confusing extra requests", you said with amusement, taking the last cup from the cardboard box.

"That's why we love you", Jeongin sighed, exhaling with relish as he took a sip from his cup.

"Come here and I'll thank you appropriately!", flirted Changbin suddenly awake again, winking charmingly at you. He stroked one hand up your thigh to the hem of your skirt.

"Stop that, Bin!”, you breathed with a laugh and quickly jumped on before anyone saw how red your cheeks were getting just because of his touch. You ran over to Han and handed him his iced Americano.

"Does it have cream in it?", he asked just to annoy you, and you coolly returned his gaze. Of course, he had to keep provoking.

You withdrew your hand just as he was about to grab it, opened the lid and took a big gulp.

"Yes... Yes there's cream in it," you said, continuing to deny him the cup.

He tried to reach for it, but you held it a little higher so he couldn't reach it from a sitting position.

"What's the matter, Hannie? Do you need caffeine to get back on your feet?", you asked with a sweet undertone, like you were talking to a puppy and the others watched you intently. Han pouted and fell back on the couch. His legs were apparently barely cooperating. After hours of dancing, it was no wonder.

"Give me that! Please! I need this. My legs hurt like hell."

You looked down at him and considered teasing him further for a moment, but he looked really exhausted. So you sighed and gave him the cup. Hastily he started to drink a big gulp. Coffee was really like gasoline for the kids. It only took one full cup and they were working again.

But you were also done so you wanted to sit down between him and Changbin. It was the only empty seat and your feet were screaming for a break.

Jisung realized this as he put his coffee down on the floor. He was faster than you and spun to put his legs across the couch. Uncomprehending, you stared at him and he just looked back with an innocent face.

"What are you doing?", you asked, and he clasped his hands behind his head.

He widened his eyes on purpose and grinned in amusement, to mock you. With a snort, you simply turned around and dropped onto his thighs. Immediately his upper body shot up and a tortured cry escaped him as your entire weight abruptly landed on his already exhausted thighs.

But you made no move to get up and his whining quickly turned to a frown as you slid around a bit on his legs to get comfortable.

"What?", you snapped at him as he just glared at you.

"Do that again!", he urged you, and you looked down at his legs in wonder. His thighs under yours felt tense and you could feel the fabric of his pants right against your bare core. Slowly you moved your pelvis back and forth and an overwhelmed moan escaped him.

"Oh. That feels good!"

The pressure you applied to his tense muscles with your legs was more than pleasurable for him and his head fell back into his neck.

"Does that massage you? Does that really help?", you asked in wonder, moving a little harder as you braced yourself against the back of the sofa behind you. Another loud gasp escaped him and he clasped your thigh with both hands.

"Yeah... That's good. It feels good", he sighed and you had to grin as his fingernails dug into your inner thigh as soon as you put more pressure with your left thigh on his bulge. Suddenly he opened his eyes and your gazes met. Now he felt your exposed cunt right up against his thigh and the friction of your bare skin right on his length, sent heat racing between his legs.

"Wha... Hold still!", he breathed suffocated.

He grabbed your thigh so tightly you couldn't move and pressed it against the growing hardness between his legs. That had been far too easy.

His hands were so tense against your thighs that his veins stood out, and the silver rings he wore pressed cool against your skin.

A choking gasp escaped him that you had only heard so far when he had fucked you as you rolled your hips harder against his lap.

At that point, Hyunjin cleared his throat loudly and glancing over at him, you noticed the cameraman shooting the Making-Off for the Stray Kids channel much too late.

Had he been recording all of this? Han also cleared his throat softly and his cramped fingers would definitely leave marks on your skin. So you leaned back, seeming relaxed, and had to grin into yourself when you felt the outline of his hard dick pressed against the underside of your thigh.

"Are you okay, Ji?", you asked in the most innocent tone of voice that had ever crossed your lips, and he just glared at you with clenched teeth. His face was fiery red by now, even though he tried to look unbothered.

You started a casual conversation with Jeongin and Seungmin until the cameraman lost interest and Chan started talking to the camera. Han was never so quiet in his life.

Not long after, he excused himself and disappeared.

You didn't meet him again until you were in the car half an hour later. The shoot was finished and you could finally go home. So you had the afternoon free.

In the car you felt Jisung's piercing gaze on you and that could only mean one thing:

He would pay you back.

At the dorm, you had just set a foot over the threshold when Han pushed past you and jumped into the hallway, making you almost loose your balance.

"Why are you so annoying?", you snapped at him, and he stepped so close to you that you had to tilt your head back to look him in the eye.

He bent down and grinned meanly while one hand gripped your ass and the other held your waist tightly.

"I love it when you look at me like that", he teased, squeezing your flesh until you hissed and pushed him away by his chest.

"Can you just shut up for five minutes, Ji?"

The others watched you silently as they slipped out of their shoes. Despite the apparent argument, there was so much tension in the air between you that it almost seemed like you were having fun with it. The others just waited for you to pounce on each other.

"Just ask nicely. You know I love it when you beg."

"I liked you better with your head between my legs. At least you were quiet then."

Felix almost tripped over Jeongin, who froze and put both hands to his mouth. Changbin snorted loudly and Hyunjin grabbed Chan's arm to stop himself from bursting out with laughter, exactly like Chan who looked at you with disbelieving eyes.

"Shots fired!", laughed Seungmin and Minho patted Han's shoulder as he walked by, as if to comfort him. Ji looked at you speechlessly as well, but instead of countering, the corners of his mouth lifted ever so slowly.

You were just able to kick off your shoes before he grabbed your arm and dragged you into his room.

Behind him, the door flew shut with a loud bang and before you could take a breath, he pressed his lips to yours.

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->Part 20

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gojos-fr-bae · 1 month

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Stay

Pairing: Levi x fem!reader

Warnings: Angst...Death, mentions of war. Cussing, shouting, crying

Word Count: 649 (AAAHHH, It's short)

A/N: Two in one day AGAIN, damnnn

(Requests open)

You hated fights with Levi, especially before expeditions. You two loved each other deeply however just like in any relationship, you had your good days and bad days and boy were your bad days BAD.

And today was one of those days.

“WHY CAN’T I GO, IM A FUCKING CAPTAIN JUST LIKE YOU LEVI!” YOU YELLED

“BECAUSE UNLIKE ME, YOU ARE COMPLETELY INCOMPETENT AND IF YOU GO OUT THERE YOU WILL DO NOTHING BUT TAKE UP SPACE AND CAUSE EVERYONE ISSUES!!” He yelled just as loud

“LEVI I AM DAMN FUCKING GOOD AT MY JOB AND YOU KNOW IT!”

“The only thing you are is delusional and you know it. So please, stop being a headache and listen for once.” He said in a chilling low tone.

He didn’t actually think that you couldn’t handle it, if anything, you were more skilled than any other member of the army. But that’s when It’s Titans. The war you were going to fight was against humans and they were unpredictable. He was just worried about you. If anything were to happen to you, it would ruin him. He just didn’t have the best way of communicating that.

“Well fuck that Levi. I’m a grown woman and I can do whatever I want, and I’m not going to sit here at home while people are going to be out there fighting for their lives and that’s final!” You walked out and slammed the door behind you and that was that.

***

He knew he shouldn’t have let you come. He knew he should have made you stay but you just wouldn't listen.

He was using his 3DMG to get to the medics tent as fast as he could. You were okay. Oh gosh you are going to be okay. He can’t lose you. He needs you. You’re his everything and he wouldn’t be able to survive without you.

Running through the tent flaps. His blood ran cold as he looked down at you in your bed with a bullet wound right in the center of your chest.

He knelt right next to your bed and held your cold palm on his own. Gosh, you felt so cold. Too cold.

“Darling, hey, hey, I’m right here. Look at me, look at me.” He said frantically, trying to grab your attention.

You slowly turned your head to face him, Smiling softly at him when your eyes met.

“Hey sweety.”you responded, although your voice is extremely soft as you’ve run out of energy.

“Hi, look, everything’s going to be okay, just stay with me, you’re going to be okay, I promise.”

“Levi, I’m sorry, I should’ve listened” you said sadly, a stray tear running down your cheek.

“No, no, no, please don’t be sorry, it wasn’t your fault.”

“Remember to take care of yourself.” You said, voice fading slowly

“Y/N please-” he responded, voice breaking ever so slightly as he placed one palm against your cheek, brushing away your tears. Gosh, you were bleeding so much…too much.

“And don’t overwork yourself”

“My love please, don’t do this to me.”

“And you dare, ever, forget that I love you.”

“Also, remember that I just want you to be happy, okay.?” “Y-Y/N I’m begging you-”

“And you dare, ever, forget that I love you.” You said, and then your chest stopped rising and your body went limp.

“Y/N, Y/N please, wake up. Darling, wake up. Don’t go, please please please don’t go. My love, don’t do this to me. I can’t live without you, please. Please.”

He was trembling as tears streamed down his face. You were gone. No matter how much he denied it or how much he prayed to all that was good and just, You are gone. You are gone and there was nothing he could do to change that.

He didn’t even get to tell you he loved you.

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I Always mix up liar tags and normal tags, sry if that's the case rn.

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az-cain · 1 year

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Bruised Thighs/Flowery Sheets

rhett abbott x reader ≈ 3300 words

TUMBLR ATE THE ASK DAMMIT, i am so so sorry anon, but it said:

If you're taking requests...sub!Rhett needing help to clear out his mind after having a rough ride and he can't stop the self-doubt. Poor boy just needs to be fucked so good his brain stops functioning 😈

this is pure filth! i love it. so fun to write. thank you to @girl-in-the-chairs-void for encouraging me and my terrible thoughts lmao, i wouldn’t have picked it back up today were it not for you.

TW FOR: description of bruises and hard landings, mild angst, brief mention of shitty fathers and poor body image, food and a poor relationship with it (ice cream), mild dacryphilia (crying kink), spanking, oral sex m&f!receiving, anal fingering m!receiving, pegging, dumbification, pet names (honey, baby, good boy, sweetie, darlin’)

Rhett’s thighs always hurt after a ride. The bull’s bucking consistently left his legs black and blue, so he’d grown accustomed to the pain. What he hadn’t grown accustomed to, however, was the sting of his forearms smacking the dirt on a bad dismount. The gravel dug in even through the thick shirt he wore, and the disappointment pierced through his skin beside it. As he scrambled away from the raging bull and into the pen, he sighed heavily, wearily, looking at the time. Five seconds. He hadn’t even made it ¾ of where he needed to be.

As he passed by his father, who clapped him on the back with a lightly-disguised look of displeasure and murmured common words of reassurance, he struggled to smile gratefully. He’d had an off day, he knew that was all. It was only a qualifier, so he wasn’t out of the game. Still, the stinging anger that rested behind his eyes refused to subside until he saw you.

You had his red flannel unbuttoned across your chest and your sports bra exposed to the wind, the summer night heat beating down on the whole stadium. Your jean shorts were just long enough to be decent, and the smile you gave him was anything but. His worries melted away, now just residing in his mind as a quiet nagging voice.

“Hey, baby,” you grinned, wrapping your arms around him eagerly and letting him bury his sweaty forehead in your equally sweaty neck. “How are you feeling after that dismount?”

He pulled back and tried to smile, lips quivering slightly, but ultimately shook his head in resignation. “Not great.”

You rubbed up and down his upper arms, meeting his eyes with a sad smile. “I know. You want to go get ice cream?”

He nodded with a sniffle, feeling like a child. He knew, though, that you only wanted to cheer him up. So, as you led him to his truck and pulled his keys out of your pocket to unlock it, he straightened his back and tried to push his bad thoughts from his mind.

Did it work? Not entirely.

As you shifted into drive, he clicked his seatbelt into place and felt you set your hand on his knee. You rubbed comforting circles on the soft skin and hummed along to the pop song filtering through the stifling summer air, made more tolerable by the blasting A/C and the open windows. He was struck, silently, by how much he loved you, and it gave him pause. Your hand on his knee calmed him significantly, almost enough to make him stop thinking about his off day.

As you pulled into the Dairy Queen drive-thru, you moved your hand back to the steering wheel. “Same as always?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he smiled gently, so entirely enamored with you.

He listened to you order for the two of you, the crackling response that was nearly inaudible, and your loud “thank you.” As you waited in the drive-thru line, you cranked up the radio and plugged in the classic rock cassette he’d recorded for you, much to your amusement.

A number of sleazy songs played loudly across his cheap, 20-year-old speakers, and as you sang— or belted, rather— the lyrics, he couldn’t find it in him to care that the two of you were being the annoying drive-thru patrons everyone despised. The pencil you’d found to use as a microphone was dropped into the cupholder as you lowered the volume and met the teenager’s extended hand with a thank you, collecting the two cups of ice cream that you handed to him. He took small spoonfuls of the stuff as you drove home, the negative thoughts seeping back in in the form of body image. He wondered if he’d have gotten a better time today if he didn’t eat so much ice cream.

Of course, he knew that these thoughts were silly, so he did his best to put them out of his mind as you pulled into the driveway of your home and helped him out of the car, offering yourself as a brace for his bruised thighs and stinging forearms.

You entered the house together, settled on the dark couch and ate silently with one another, content to simply be in each others’ presence. When you’d both finished, you took his cup and ventured into the kitchen to throw both away before returning to your seat. At your gesture, he laid his head upon your thigh and let your hands come to rest in his hair. You sat there, running your fingers through his long hair for minutes, until you began to want more.

You tugged lightly on it, just testing the waters, and Rhett keened, whimpering through the muffling of his palm. “Please,” he whined quietly. A faint smile split your cheeks and you hummed, continuing to scratch his scalp like you’d never pulled on it. “Want you,” he continued, turning to meet your eyes and lifting his hips off of the soft couch to try and find friction against his jeans.

Chuckling softly at his neediness, you nodded. “Okay, honey. Let’s go to the bedroom.” With that, you patted his shoulder to make him move, and stood up behind him. When he moved slowly because of his sore thighs, you smacked his ass. A loud groan ripped through him— and through you— as you said “C’mon, baby.”

He started walking faster, your legs keeping easy pace, and made it into the bedroom quickly. He turned around and grabbed for you, pressing his lips to yours eagerly.

“Need you, please,” he whined again, to which you pressed your lips against his harder, biting at his bottom lip and swiping your tongue against his. His desperation only served to turn you on, lightning ripping through your lower abdomen.

You pressed one more harsh kiss against his lips before you squeezed his ass and commanded, “Strip.”

Ever obedient, he reached to tug off his tight t-shirt as you took a step backwards. He shed the rest of his clothes quickly, his boots slipping off of his feet with ease, jeans and boxers falling to the carpet with the quiet whoosh of denim against skin. You watched eagerly as his cock, red and swollen, smacked against his milky-white thigh; you listened as he whimpered from the small amount of contact. You felt yourself clench with excitement as his hand twitched towards it, but you met his eyes and shook your head solemnly. He pursed his lips, breathing heavily, and nodded quickly in return.

“Good boy,” you crooned, approaching him again. One of your fingers traced along the ridge of his cock, a hum breaking from your chest as he bucked against you with a cry. “Stay still for me, sweetie. I’ll give you what you need.”

“Yes, ma’am.” The words were quiet, but the obedience warranted some kind of reward; noting this, you kissed down his neck, to his torso, to his Adonis belt, to the base of his cock, all the while slipping to your knees before him.

His breathing sped up, bruised thighs clenching and unclenching as he struggled to stay still for you. “Good boy,” you said, kissing along the tops of his thighs gently, working ever closer with each kiss.

Finally, reaching the wiry hair at the top of his cock, you looked up to meet his eyes. His eyes were foggy, lust-addled and exhausted, but when he met yours, you saw them warm up slightly with adoration.

You held that eye contact as you kissed down his length, gently taking the tip into your mouth and suckling lightly. A wail broke from his lips as he doubled over, hands balling up into fists with concentration. “Please, please, oh god—” Rhett breathed the words quietly, just loud enough to be heard over your own breaths.

The resolve to be good for you made you moan around him, your thighs pressing together to find some sort of friction. Your mouth popped off of his tip with a pleased hum. “Use your words, baby.”

He struggled to meet your eyes, his pretty blues looking straight through you for a moment before you snapped your fingers to catch his attention. He focused in on you, just barely, and you raised your brows. “Words, darlin’.”

He nodded absentmindedly, trying to gather his thoughts. “Please, oh— please suck me off— or— or fuck me, please,” he stuttered out, breaths coming quickly as he tried to process what he was asking for.

You closed your hand around one of his ass cheeks, avoiding the tender bruises. In response, you got a broken moan and a few senseless words of thanks. “Good boy, thank you for telling me what you need. Let me take care of you, sweet thing.”

Finally, you opened your mouth and let his dick fall onto your tongue, drool sliding down the length of it. You used your spare hand to collect the moisture, stroking it from where it fell from your mouth to the base of his cock. He sobbed above you quietly, eyes still fogged when you look up. The wiry hair scratched at your hand as you held his base tightly, allowing yourself to take him into your throat carefully, but not wanting him to let go just yet. It was a struggle not to gag, as it always was, because his cock filled your throat with so pleasant an ache. Still pushing your thighs together, you shifted your weight slowly to try and find some relief against your clit, moaning harshly around him when you succeeded, punching a groan out of him at the vibrations.

The hand that remained on his ass started to squeeze again, working its way between his cheeks. You sunk your middle finger in, searching for his rim. Finding it rather quickly, you reveled in the loud, strangled noises he made as you circled it with some pressure. He begged and pleaded for more nearly incoherently. “Oh god, please, oh my god,” was most of what you pieced together. Not deigning to pull off of him to respond, tongue and mouth still working around him, you pushed those two fingers in gently, more harsh crows tearing from his chest.

Distantly, you mourned the fact that you wouldn’t get to take him down your throat entirely, needing to keep that hand there for his sake. But still, you were having your fun and getting off on just this, your spit dripping down his cock and onto your wrist, and the middle finger from your other hand teasing lightly around his most sensitive spot. He was sobbing above you, hands balled into fists as he approached the edge but couldn’t quite reach it.

Quiet whines, praises, and pleas left his throat, high-pitched and needy; putty in your hands. Your jaw had begun to ache rather quickly, the sheer girth of him making the fun short-lived. So, pulling back and standing up, you told him to get on the bed. You tore your own shirt and pants off of your body, needing your overheated skin exposed to the air.

Rhett had laid down face-up, just how you’d wanted. Walking up to him, you slipped a finger between your thighs to show him just how slick you were. You were positively aching: throbs of pleasure were radiating through your hips with every step you took, the sight of his cock twitching against him and the sound of his whimpers only exacerbating the issue.

When you reached the bed, you climbed up onto him to straddle his face, his eyes following your pussy eagerly. “Oh fuck,” he whined, hips canting off the bed with desire, before you wrapped a hand around the base of his cock again, He panted below you, breaths completely erratic as you settled down onto him. Your hand tangled in his hair, balancing you directly over his open mouth as you kept a tight clutch on his dick. Licking eagerly into you, Rhett pushed his hips down to try and keep from thrusting into your fist. As a reward and in order to satisfy that ache, you ground down against him. His nose caught your clit, and you groaned a guttural sound that sounded like you were being torn in two. Again, and again, his nose caught your clit, and you felt that tightness ratchet higher and higher within you. After one more good grind down against his open mouth, his tongue trying to work its way inside of you, you let go, collapsing forward as you let his cock go, one hand clutching tightly into his hair and the other against the headboard. Shocks wracked your body, moans leaving your mouth entangled with expletives in a stream. You sat atop him for a few more moments, still clenching lightly as you tried to gather yourself.

When you finally felt that you’d recovered, you dismounted his face with one more grind and strutted to the bathroom to get the strap-on, sure to sway your hips for the boy watching. You pulled it and the lube from the cabinet you kept it in and rinsed it thoroughly, removing any dust that may have settled since you last used it— purely a precaution, but you were nothing if not thorough. Having shook most of the water off and slid the harness and vibrating dildo on, you shut the bathroom light off and emerged to find Rhett face-down on the bed, knees spread below him and hands clutching the sheets beside his head.

“Oh, darlin’, you’re so smart. Just what I wanted to see,” you crooned, one hand coming up to smack the unbruised part of his ass as you approached the bed. He rocked forward with the impact, arching his back towards you as he cried out.

You popped the cap of your water-based lube and slicked your fingers, warming them up for a moment before tracing circles around his asshole and slipping two fingers into him. With a loud moan, he pressed back against you, ignoring your command to stay still for the first time that night.

Smacking him lightly again, you scoffed lightheartedly. “Already fucked stupid? Stay still, baby.”

He nodded, sobbing muffled apologies into his pillowcase as you worked another finger in. Taking his sobs as a good enough apology, you grabbed for the base of him again and pressed gently at his prostate. He wailed into the pillowcase, his head flying back and forth as he struggled to keep still for you.

When you pulled your fingers back, he settled down a little, just enough to catch his breath. Moving up enough to level your hips with his, you smiled down at the sight of his farmer’s tan-striped back arched against your flowery sheets, the perfect composition of beauty, before you pressed the head of the silicone cock into his ass.

Slipping past his rim, you continued to slide in slowly, letting him adjust to the width of the toy splitting him. You didn’t use this one often, usually opting for the thinner pink one, but you really wanted to fuck the brains out of him tonight. It seemed that this toy was the right choice for that objective, because he was babbling mindlessly into the pillow, drool seeping from the corner of his mouth.

With a smile, you pulled your hips back, then slammed into him with all of your might, sure to angle your hips down. He screamed into the pillow, hands fisting the sheets as he let go, streaks of come spurting onto the bed as he shook like a leaf. “Fuck!” You heard, the first intelligible word you’d gotten in minutes. He rocked back against you and continued his babbling, still recovering from his last orgasm but wanting more.

With a smile, you continued to rock into him slowly, stroking up and down his back with a nail for a few minutes to allow him to recover. When his breathing seemed to return to a steady pace and his hands had returned to an open position, you reached down to flip on the vibrator, the harness resting against your clit perfectly.

He jumped at the sudden change, but quickly melted again with a moan when he realized what happened. “Oh my god…” he sighed, hands balling into fists once more. You rocked into him slowly, testing the waters, before slamming your hips against his ass and setting a grueling pace.

The vibrator allowed you to find pleasure, steadily building both of you up as you whispered praises to the cowboy underneath your hands. You ran your palms along his ass, squeezing occasionally to get a garbled moan out of him.

Angling your hips down, you set yourself to getting him off at the same time as you, because you felt yourself rapidly approaching that peak. “C’mon, baby, I know you can do it,” you murmured half to yourself and half to him as you nailed his prostate. He rubbed his face into the pillow at the thrusts, trying desperately to muffle his desperate sounds.

You leaned back and wrapped your hand tightly around his cock, throbs resonating through your hips as you tried to hold on. Just as you were about to give up and let go, he wailed into the pillow and thrust his hips into your palm, hot, sticky ropes of come falling onto the bed. Content, you thrust into him one more time to rub your clit harshly along that bump in your harness, letting go with a cry of your own and grinding your hips against his as you rode it out. The waves died down, your walls still clenching lightly as you pulled off of him and discarded your harness in the bathroom sink. You grabbed a towel and ran warm water over it and wiped yourself down before repeating the process and bringing the cloth to the bedroom.

He murmured your name, reaching back to stroke your hair when you bent over his back to kiss his neck. “Roll over, baby,” you murmured against his skin. With a groan, he obeyed you, his eyes cracking open to meet your own.

You tenderly wiped his thighs and ass, wary of his hiss of discomfort, meeting his eyes again and only continuing at his nod. You folded the cloth to swipe quickly at his sweaty armpits and chest before you tugged him out of the bed, throwing the blankets (that had luckily been at the foot of the bed) to the floor, stripping the sheets, and removing the bed cover. You turned to tread to the linen closet to grab the extra sheets, turning over your shoulder to see him behind you, butt-naked and tired, coming to help you.

You waited for him to catch up and pressed a kiss to his shoulder, continuing to walk to the closet and collecting the sheets. After you’d returned to the bedroom, you struggled to put the fitted sheet on together, threw the flat sheet on top, and reassembled your bed set.

Utterly tired, you collapsed into bed together, your head lying on his chest and feet curled behind you. You turned to press a kiss to his bare chest, eyes closed, and whispered against his skin, “I love you, Rhett.”

He pressed a big, scar-mottled, and calloused hand to your hair and bent to kiss your head: you felt the rumble in his own chest and the swell in your own when he opened his mouth and got nothing coherent out, his “I love you too” sounding more like an “Aluh’y’t…”

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outer banks ● one girl two guys pt 7 ● j.maybank + t.thornton

warnings

reader and abandonment issues / tough girl vibes, mentions of Topper's own home issues ( the fucking wicked bitch of the island imo), jealousy, angst. people doing literally every thing but the most sensible thing, treasure hunts / other shenanigans, violence / confrontations and name calling on occasion, reader does not get along with Kiara or Sarah, kissing / body fluids exchanged, eventual filth -sooner than ya'll think tbh, alcohol / w**d + smoking.

<- reader/you are female. with female parts. and clothing/personality/other stuff that I came up with during the writing. This is me being self-indulgent yet again and I'm not sorry.

word count

2167 exactly. for missing context ( part 6 ) can be found by clicking. For context sake, this takes place a few days after part 6.

summary

-- you find yourself caught between loyalty -and love, for your longtime best friend JJ Maybank.. and growing feelings for Topper Thornton, a Kook. This won't be messy at all, right?

taglist + shoutouts

-- taglist is here. if you'd like to be tagged in my outer banks stuff please lmk or add yourself by clicking the link.

@tbmunson babessss you.. are amazing. i love you so so so so much and you always inspire me. i hope you like this bc.. drama.

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@writingreadinglurkingandsmirking your reactions, oh my goddd.. they make my day so much brighter and I lowkey wanna cry every time because it means so much to me that you're getting a kick out of reading this as i am writing it. thank you sm.

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@music4life42 i thought i'd tag you bc you asked to be tagged in everything, feel free to ignore, babes! ilysm!

other links

masterlist ● jj's masterlist ● toppers masterlist ● about + rules

The storm that's been hanging over the island all day finally settles in just as you get comfortable in bed. You tense as loud thunder rattles the glass of your bedroom window and when lightning comes right behind it and it's just a little too close for comfort, you rush to close the tapestry you have strung up over your window.

The volume on the television goes up higher too, just to drown out the silence in the house because your mom cut out for parts unknown in the wee morning hours so she might not be back for the night. You'll be lucky if she's back in days, today was payday for her, after all.

As the storm rages on outside, you find yourself reaching for the phone at least two times but you stop yourself short of texting him.

Because he's a nice guy but he might not get your stupid and childish fear of really bad storms.

And the boy who does get it, well.. he's probably too busy to be bothered tonight. You know he made up with Kiara, they were all over each other when you saw him pick her up from her shift earlier.

You're doing just fine and staying just a little calm right up to the point that the thunder rolls louder and your windows rattle even more and the lights and TV flicker off only to turn right back on two times in a row.

When the lights go out entirely and they don't just turn back on right away then the panic sets in a little more. Becomes a little harder to ignore.

Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop.

Your gaze settles on the leak in the corner of your bedroom and given that you're not keen on sitting in total darkness and silence, you slip out of your bed, stumbling through the darkness and chaos in the living room to the kitchen. Digging in the junk drawer produces a few candles left over from the ones you bought before Agatha made landfall earlier in the summer. You're halfway through digging around for a big pot to place below the leak in your ceiling when the door is pounded on.

"Who the hell is even out in this shit?" you're wondering to yourself as you gather pan, candles and a long nose lighter as well as a bag of blue fuego takis and one of your creamed sodas.

"Hey!"

Its Topper calling out to you as he pounds on the door. You make your way over to the door and set down your armload to open it.

A loud boom sends you flinching, jumping up a little and Topper steps into you, slipping his arms around you. "It's okay."

"I know. I just hate storms." you mumble and you feel so childish for being afraid that you won't look up at him. The lightning strikes nearby and he grabs you by the hips and steps into your house, locking the door behind him.

"Can I stay here again tonight?" he asks quietly. And he knows that it might seem stupid or clingy to you but after the latest fight with his mother, the only person he wanted to see was you.

He's afraid that he's coming off too clingy, that it has to seem weak, pathetic that he can't stay away but the pull to you is too hard to keep fighting.

And he doesn't want to anymore.

"Yeah.. i.. I was actually thinking about calling you."

Oh the way he feels to hear you admit that. But he doesn't say anything to let on how much it means.

"You were, huh?"

"Mhm." You're looking down til he tilts your chin to make you look at him. "Storms scare you."

You nod. Grumble and give him a little shrug. "I know. It's dumb."

"It's not though. It's okay to be scared." Topper pulls you close by the hips and he's staring down at you, lost in thought. A million miles away it seems. You seem to melt into him as he says it's okay to be scared and he lets you.

You pull away a little because you don't want to seem clingy and you really don't want to start needing him -it's already too late for that- and he nods to the candles and lighter. "We should probably light those. This storm is only gonna get worse.. that's what they were saying on the radio on my way over."

"Yeah." you grab the candles and the lighter and make your way into your bedroom, forgetting all about the pot you grabbed for your roof leak.

The two of you set to quietly lighting every candle you have in your room already plus the three you'd gotten from the kitchen and then you flop down on your bed. Topper follows suit and as he pulls off his t-shirt, you're staring, glad you're behind him and he's totally unaware. He settles in beside you and more loud thunder sends you scrambling to hide your face.

In his chest.

He slips an arm between your legs and pulls you so that you're draped over him and then he wraps his arms around you, chuckles quietly. "Thats.. that's okay, right?"

"Yeah." you mumble, forgetting that you're nearly mouth to mouth with the way he's holding you. When our lips graze his, his breath catches and he wonders if it'll ever come out. "It's just a storm. I'm right here, alright? I'm not going anywhere." his mouth brushes yours with each whispered word and when he caresses your cheek you can't stop the whine that escapes. You want to kiss him so bad that your lips tingle and for a few seconds, you forget to breathe. He hears the cute little sound of course and when he does he just can't take it another second. He needs to kiss you.

It’s the only thing he’s been sure of with any kind of absolute certainty all summer.

“Top-?” you barely get his name out and his mouth is against yours. His tongue probing at your mouth til it falls open and you’ve grabbed hold of his shoulder, nails against his skin as you immediately start to kiss back. He bites back a groan as you melt into him completely, a hand gripping the column of his neck to deepen the kiss and cling to him as much as you can. One of his hands slides up your back and tangles up in your hair. Neither one of you can breathe properly, and there are colored dots lining the edge of your vision. When you nip at his lips, he rocks himself up into you before he can stop it from happening.

You both pull away, catching your breath. You’re staring at the way you kissed back hard enough to swell his lips and he’s caressing your face and the side of his neck. Smoothing damp hair out of your eyes so that it’s behind your ear.

But you already miss his mouth against yours so you’re leaning in all over again before you even realize it’s happening. Your noses bump together and laughter is swallowed by a softer kiss. Gentle pecks that turn into a kiss so deep that you can’t tell where he stops and you start. His hands are wandering over your body and you whine into his mouth, making him chuckle quietly at the sound.

Every part of his brain is frantic. Screaming at him to stop. Reminding him he’s only gonna end up hurt all over again when he needs you too much or he wants you too much and you finally see just how weak he really is. How desperate he is for you to feel the same way about him that he does you.

Because it is weak.

The kiss breaks a second time and you’re staring down at him, dazed. Confused because you were not expecting him to kiss you, especially not like that, all needy and frantic, like you were water and he wanted to drink you up.

“Topper..”

He tenses. Jaw fluttering. “I shouldn’t have.. I-” he’s about to apologize but you laugh softly. Press your finger into his lips. “Don’t apologize. I-I.. I wanted you to kiss me. I wanted to kiss you first, I just..” your words die out and you’re dragging your fingers over defined muscles because staring at his bare chest and tracing the hard planes with your fingers is just so much easier than saying everything all at once.

Having him realize that you’re dangerously close to falling and being put off by it, and possibly, most likely, abandoning you just like others have in the past.

,, Even JJ got sick of you. This won’t be any different. Don’t say it, don’t you dare say it.”

And you listen to your mind instead of your heart or your gut.

“Just what?” Topper asks. “C’mon, talk to me.”

“Nothing.. I was just scared to do it.” you tell him what you can safely admit for now. Your eyes settle on his lips and you’re staring hard enough that he chuckles quietly. “Do you want me to kiss you again, __?”

“Y-yeah.” you breathe out the word, shaky. “I do.”

Topper’s hand catches in your hair and he pulls your mouth back down against his mouth greedily. Hungry. Devouring your mouth with his mouth. When the thunder rattles at your window again, you jump a little and his fingers dig against your body. “Pay attention t’me. Not the storm, baby.” he mumbles, his words swallowed in the kiss.

And the way your heart flutters just a little when he calls you baby.

His hand slips beneath the hem of the oversized shirt you’re wearing and you gasp, your nails dig against his chest, leaving crescents in his skin as you do so. He growls against your mouth quietly, a hand gathering the soft and thin fabric of your tie-dye shirt. When his hands finally settle on your ass to hold you on top of him, you whine into the kiss and nip at his mouth, breathless.

Rubbing against him, though the first time is purely by accident. He sucks in a harsh breath and his fingers dig against your ass. Squeezing. The more he kisses you and holds you like this. The more you squirm against his body, the harder he gets. And he’s trying so hard not to think about it or make things awkward. He doesn’t want you to think all he wants is to get laid. He wants you to know he wants you.

All to himself.

Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. Drip,drip.

The little noise filters into your awarenesses at the same time and Topper breaks the kiss. “Is your ceiling leaking, baby?”

You palm your face and nod. “I forgot to bring the stupid pot in here to catch the water.”

“Hang on. I’ve got it.”

You’re laughing as he stands, letting you cling to him with your legs squeezing his waist. He stubs a toe in the darkened living room, “Shit.” and you’re giggling quietly. He pretends to pout. “That’s not funny, love.”

“No, but also yes. I’m sorry this place is practically a goddamn trap house.” you mumble against his skin and he shakes his head. “It’s cozy.”

“Topper, the back door doesn’t lock and the roof leaks in like.. Seven places. You’re staying in a glorified hostel when you crash here.”

“You’re here though.” he admits, face burning hot as he locks eyes with you while picking up the forgotten pot from the table right beside the front door. You swallow hard. Let what he’s saying -and the look in his eyes as he says it, sink in.

But before you even dare to give yourself an ounce of hope, that inner pessimism is out in full force. Reminding you that if you’re smart you won’t get used to him. Or any of this. Because when it’s gone again, it’s only gonna hurt you so much more.

The thing is, it’s too late. And you’re torn between enjoying the moment and waiting on the other shoe to drop. Waiting on the day everything goes back to exactly the way it was before.

Dreading it when it happens.

He carries you back into your room and gently drops you down onto your mattresses piled on the floor that serve as your bed. Then he turns on his phone to use as a flashlight and slides the pot beneath the leak in the corner of your room. And on his way back to your bed, he stops to light a few of the candles that went out because they’d burned a little too long.

And then he’s settling in beside you again, slipping an arm between your legs again to pull you back on top of him so he can fall asleep holding you. Because nothing else really matters to him right now but doing that.

#jj maybank #topper thornton #jj maybank imagine #topper thornton imagine #jj maybank fanfiction #topper thornton fanfiction #jj maybank fanfic #topper thornton fanfic #jj maybank x fem!reader #topper thornton x fem!reader #jj maybank x yn #topper thornton x yn #<- my writing ● jj maybank #<- my writing ● topper thornton #<- warnings | complicated relationship dynamics / eventual filth / jealousy / angst / nothing to lovers ● see other warnings above.#<- warning | female reader ( female parts / hair / clothing / personality + nicknames / petnames )#fandom (outer banks) ● season ( 2/3... alternate universe ) ● characters ( topper thornton + jj maybank )#-- this one got a little... heated whew.#-- and it's uh.. leading up to.. things.

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rougepancake · 1 year

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Longing

Ft. Reiner x F!Marley!Reader

Warnings: Angsty fluff?? But mainly angst. Mentions of emotional trauma and abuse, also sexual harassment, mentions minor character death, you get shot like twice. Buckle up kiddos. I did my best lol.

Slightly proofread!

Summary: You and Reiner are both so different, yet so similar, both soldiers fighting for a cause that no one truly understands and children who want nothing that to rest. You have found comfort in confiding in one another, even if it’s against the law.

“Hey there sweetie! Who’s ready to go to Eldia with me today?” Your father picked you up and spun you around as you eagerly chanted ‘me, me!’.

It was common for you to accompany your father to patrol Eldia, being forced to watch him ‘keep the streets safe.’ Or at least that’s what he told you. But you knew how much he hated the people of Eldia.

You were nine, not three.

You grabbed his hand and followed him out of the house, wearing a beautiful smile as you waved to strangers on the street. They waved back and went about their days, passing along the childlike wonder you had shared with them.

The guards at the gate nodded in respect as they let you in. However, they ignored your kind wave and stared into the distance. Their behavior reminded you of the conversation you had overheard the last time you were here.

Your father had been paying off his fellow soldiers to prevent you from being exposed to any serious violence. Which made sense as to why the villagers were always happy whenever you were there.

“Oh, oh! What’s going on over there?” You asked excitedly, pointing over to the group of kids that seemed to be training. They looked your age, but you knew you couldn’t play with them. You really wanted to, but you just couldn’t.

“They’re training like you.” He smiled softly, following your gaze. “They’re training to become great warriors with crazy powers.” Your father chuckled, leaning in to tickle you.

“Papa stop it!” You laughed, trying to push him away. Your joyous laughter echoed throughout Eldia, causing the children to stop and stare at you. You felt bad for interrupting them, so you waved.

Only one of the kids waved back at you, a little boy with messy blonde hair who was being dragged around by a slightly taller boy with black hair.

Your father picked you up and placed you onto his shoulders, giving you an amazing view of what life was like at his height. It temporarily distracted you from the idea of your training.

You were nine. Not twelve. Nine. Why were you training anyways? Because your father wanted a son. He was doing his best to turn you into a strong soldier, but these were the years you were supposed to be living to the fullest.

“Come on now sweetie, let’s go meet someone who will change your life.” He began walking, forcing you to hold on to his helmet to avoid falling.

“Woaaah! Change my life?” You asked, secretly confused. Was there anyone in Eldia that was capable of changing your life?

“You bet! Actually, when you finish your training with me, you’ll be seeing this guy a lot!” As you two entered the building, you were met by a young man with sandy blonde hair and round glasses.

“Zeke.” Your father nodded, giving him a glare as you waved enthusiastically. The man nodded back and gave you a small wave. Your father set you down and went to stand in the corner of the room so the two of you could interact.

You were nine. He was seventeen. Quite the age gap for someone who was supposedly going to change your life.

“Papa, how is he going to change my life??” You turned around, confusion written on your face. You heard your father sigh as Zeke stepped forward, taking a knee so he was eye level with you.

“It’s something your father here has set up.” He started, looking over to the corner with slight disgust. “As soon as you’re done training, you and I are going to go on missions together. Maybe even to Paradis.”

“Paradis?!? Isn’t it scary over there??” You were intrigued, your eyes shining with curiosity.

“Yes, but by the time we’re working together, you won’t be afraid.” He reassured, standing back up to let your father know he was done.

You were nine. Nine and already your father planned out the next few years of your life.

Soon, you were ten. Your training had been concluded and your father deemed you strong enough to go out into battle. Ten and already had the blood of innocent people on your hands.

Then, you were eleven, listening intently for any sort of news about the titan shifters who had left for Paradis. Eleven and fearing for the lives of children who were your age.

Your twelfth birthday rolled around and you began to interrogate prisoners of war with Zeke. Your father was now helping you move up in the ranks. Twelve and people already feared you.

When you were thirteen, Zeke left with Pieck Finger, leaving you to work with Porco Galliard, who, at the time, wasn’t even a titan shifter. You led missions with him until you were seventeen.

Seventeen was when everything changed for you.

Reiner and Bertholdt had returned temporarily with a young woman by the name of Ymir. She was to be eaten by Porco. Reiner filled you in about some brat named Eren Yeager and how Zeke planned to deal with things.

A year later, Reiner, Zeke, and Pieck returned with no sign of Bertholdt and Annie. You wanted to comfort them, but you weren’t able to do so. You knew they had been through hell, but you couldn’t say anything to them. Thankfully, Zeke understood. He was a like brother to you, always understanding that this wasn’t the life you wanted anyone to live.

“Right. Tell me more about this Eren Yeager guy.” You leaned against the doorway to the Reiner’s room. He had been restless since he had returned from Paradis, constantly being plagued by night terrors. The other soldiers had hoped you could help him get his shit together, but you knew it wouldn’t be that easy.

He looked over at you, surprised to see a Marlean soldier in his doorway.

“O-Oh yeah it’s nothing-“ He stuttered, hoping he wasn’t about to get his ass beat.

You sighed, taking off your helmet and setting it on the floor. You placed a hand on your hip as you stared him down. “It’s me, Braun. You’ve got nothing to worry about right now.”

Reiner visibly relaxed, a sigh of relief escaping him. “I can’t believe you’re still a soldier.” He mumbled, swinging his legs over the side of his bed. “It’s a miracle they haven’t beaten you for your kindness.”

“I agree.” You motioned for him to keep resting, since he hasn’t been getting much of it.

You continued to stand in the doorway, waiting for him to get comfortable so he could tell you about his time in Paradis.

“Eren Yeager is Zeke’s half brother. And a real ass.” He mumbled, laying on his side as he stared into your eyes. He had heard about you through Zeke, about how you treated everyone equally and with kindness when they have done nothing wrong to you. The thought of someone being as kind as you made his heart swell.

When the day comes that you and him die, he knows you’ll be resting amongst angels as he awaits his punishment deep within hell. You may be able to forgive his sins, but God won’t. God holds grudges, and Reiner is sure he’s one of them.

“I’ll take your word for it.” You smiled softly, wishing he was able to return your gesture. Zeke had told you all about the titan shifters when you worked together. He told you about the great potential they had, each and every one of them. You had always wanted to get to know them better, but due to the sides you were born on, you weren’t allowed to.

“It was terrible over there.” He whispered, now curling into a fetal position, fear in his eyes as he recalled his time in Paradis.

You walked over to his bed and knelt down, hesitantly placing a hand on his shoulder as he sat in silence.“You look like you could use a drink.” You tried to lighten the mood, hoping that either hydrating him or getting him wasted would make him feel better. As someone who didn’t get much comfort as a kid, you weren’t sure how you could help him.

“No, please don’t go.” His voice sounded so fragile, like he would break into pieces if you left him alone with his thoughts. You weren’t used to people being this vulnerable around you, and now you really weren’t sure how to help him.

“O-Oh.” You whispered as he pulled you close to him, unexpectedly trapping you within his muscular arms. You weren’t one for physical affection, but him hugging you like this brought out a wave of emotions from you.

It was an awkward position the two of you were in, with you on the floor and him on the bed, but it was comforting nonetheless. You felt his shoulders begin shake, a sign that the poor man was now crying in your arms.

You broke free of his grasp and crawled up onto the bed, opening your arms for him. He looked at you, more surprised than anything, his eyes wide as you waited for him with a soft smile.

“Are you really sure you’re a Marleyan soldier?” He mumbled, burying his head in the side of your neck as he hugged you once again. His grip on you was tight, his shoulders still shaking as he sobbed silently.

You said nothing as your fingers played with his hair, your other hand rubbing his broad back gently.

It hurt you to see someone in such a state of vulnerability. To see someone so incredibly weighed down by the decisions he was forced to make was truly devastating. It made your heart wrench, guilt now washing over you.

It was your people that did this to him and for what? Because his ancestors did something that yours didn’t like? It made you so sick to think about.

Reiner must have noticed, because his grip loosened. You felt him hesitate to move, leaning away from the hug so he could look into your eyes. He could tell that you were upset, but he didn’t know what for. It was just that you radiated a sudden hatred, one that matched the dark look in your eyes.

“I apologize.” You whispered, your soft smile returning to your lips as he stared at you. You just sat there, staring at each other in the other’s arms.

There were no words exchanged afterward, only silence. The type of silence in which so many things are said, but nothing is being done. The type of silence that is used to communicate feelings that are too dangerous to be said aloud.

You leaned in slowly, tilting your head upward and bringing your lips closer to Reiner’s. He met you halfway, his lips connecting with yours in a teary eyed, messy first kiss. It was a beautiful moment, and it would have stayed that way if you hadn’t remembered that acts like this were against the law for Marleyans.

Quickly, you got up and grabbed your helmet, shaking nervously. “There’s g-going to be a mission n-ext week with the trainees..” You stammered, avoiding his gaze like it was the plague.

“S-So get ready f-for that.” You turned to leave, and you were halfway out of the room before you caved entirely. “I’ll be back in a little while, I’ve still got to do my rounds before I’m allowed back to watch you and the others for the night.”

With a quiet huff, you left the room, closing the door behind you carefully before speed walking away as fast as you could. On your way out, you ran into Porco, who was slightly tipsy. He gave you a weird look as you passed him, watching you closely.

“It’s late l/n. There are a lot of scumbags out and about this time of night.” He warned, leaning against the couch. “Do you want me to come with you?” You knew he had good intentions, but you were a soldier, so therefore, you didn’t need his help.

“No thanks Galliard. I’ll be okay.” You reassured before walking out into the night.

The fear of being a woman was something you would never get over. It was terrifying to walk the streets of anywhere alone, especially at night. Thankfully, you always had your gun and a pocket knife on you for self defense. A senior of yours had given you the knife a while back, telling you only to use it for personal emergencies.

You could hear the drunkards in every alley you passed, the stench making you sick. It was disgusting how people indulged themselves in such things without reason. It was almost as if they enjoyed making fools of themselves. You despised such people..

“Heeeeeey there beautifulllll.”

Great, you thought to yourself, keeping your expression blank as you walked away from him. You prayed internally that he would take the hint.

But the drunk never do.

He called for you again, his voice closer than before. Without hesitation, you spun around with a look of disgust. “I’m a man.” You deadpanned as you continued to walk, a bad feeling pooling in your stomach.

You felt someone grab ahold of your wrist, forcing you to stop walking. Panic spread throughout your body as you slowly turned around, eyes wide with fear.

The man gave you a sickening smile, his breath reeking of alcohol.

“I’m going to ask you nicely one time, Sir. Please take your hand off of me or else I will have to resort to violence.” You tried to assert yourself, your other hand slowly moving to your pocket knife.

“Oh pleaseeeee, I’m not ssssscared of no soldierrr.”

“You may not be scared of me, but you’ll be scared of my fellow soldiers sir.” You tried to pull away, but his grip on your wrist only got tighter, sure to leave a mark.

“Y-You need to ressssspect your eeeeldersss.”

He was starting to get upset now, meaning his next moves could end badly for you or him. You didn’t necessarily want to hurt him, but you were getting closer and closer to doing so.

Suddenly, his hand went up to your breast, squeezing it harshly. The man let out a drunk giggle as he fondled you, ignoring your previous warning.

Slowly, you raised your hand and balled it into a fist, forcing it to collide with his face at full force. Adrenaline was pumping through your veins as you watched him stumble back, your mind racing as you thought about how to handle this.

“Ooooh you’re a strooooong oneee.” The man almost seemed happy, quickly recovering and walking back over to you. “I liKe ‘em stronggg.”

“Fucking hell, he’s insane.” You swore to yourself, frantically looking around to see if there was any way out of this. And instead of thinking to find a good course of action, you ran towards him, swinging your rifle like a baseball bat.

The man fell backwards as the butt of your rifle collided with his hideous face, knocking out one of his teeth in the process.

You stared at him in horror before making a run for it, hoping someone would be willing to help you.

“L/n! Is everything alright?” The familiar voice brought tears to your eyes, the concern in his voice making you feel guilty for making him worry. “My god, what happened??? You look terrified!” Reiner breathed out, pulling you into his arms as you shook with fear.

“S-Some guy…” You mumbled, not wanting him to worry about it. “I-It’s nothing…”

“I came out here because I was worried something had happened.” He admitted, resting his head on yours. “If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s okay, but is there anyt-“

“Ey! Thhhhats my gal!” The sound of his voice caused you to tense up in Reiners arms, fear flooding your body once more.

Reiner quickly let you go, walking over to the man, rolling up a sleeve as he did so. The look in his eyes was one you had never seen before, and it scared you even further.

“W-Wait don’t-“ You called out, but he ignored you, continuing to intimidate the creep.

“That girl right there,” He pointed back at you, his tone sharp. “She isn’t anyone’s. She is a Marleyan soldier, and if you aren’t going to respect that, then maybe I can help you.”

“H-Holddd on here buddyyyy, I think I’veeee got the wrong chickkk.” He stammered, backing away slowly, his hands raised in self defense.

But Reiner didn’t care, he punched him anyways, knocking him onto the cobblestone sidewalk. Then he got down and punched him again, holding the man by his shirt.

“I-I’m sorryyy! Please d-don’tttt kill meee!” He whined out, tears streaming down his face.

“You scum.” Reiner scoffed, throwing him to the ground with a disgusted frown. He turned to look at you, frowning even more when he saw how scared you were. It hurt him to see such a strong woman so afraid, and all because of idiots like that guy.

Without a word, Reiner motioned for you to get on his back, worried that your legs might give out on you. Once he had gotten you situated, he began to walk back to the housing for the titan shifters.

You wrapped your arms loosely around his neck, burying your head in his shoulder as you sat in silence.

“I-I’m sorry for worrying you, Braun.” You whispered weakly, sniffling softly.

“L/n…” He frowned, adjusting his grip on your thighs as he thought. “I don’t ever want you to apologize for something that you couldn’t control. If anything, I’m sorry that I didn’t find you sooner…”

“B-But normally I c-can handle them!” The shakiness in your voice only made him angrier, his heart beating rapidly. He should’ve beaten that guy to a pulp. He should’ve kicked his ass so hard his ancestors would have felt the beating.

“Did you kick his ass before I got there?”

“I threw a punch and then s-smacked him with my gun…” You turned your head, your warm breath now blowing onto his bare neck, sending goosebumps throughout his body.

“I bet he won’t forget that.” Reiner nodded, knocking on the door to the house gently. He turned his head to get a better look at you, your noses brushing against each other. “Do you want me to get Zeke?” He asked softly, regret instantly spreading through him as your eyes filled with fear.

“Oh god no. Please. He’d hunt him down and kill him.”

Porco opened the door, looking at the two of you in surprise before letting you in. He was genuinely shocked when Reiner set you down on the couch and asked if you needed anything.

With a quick ‘psst!’, Porco waved Reiner over, ignoring the glare he received.

“What’s going on between you and the soldier??” He questioned, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Nothing.” The blonde huffed, crossing his arms. “I just owe her, that’s all.”

“Riiiiight.” Porco rolled his eyes, dismissing himself with a wave.

Reiner looked back at you, guilt squeezing at his heart. He should have left sooner. He should have just gone with you. But instead he was too weak and wrapped up in his self pity to think about the dangers of you patrolling at night.

If someone were to ask him how he was feeling that night, he would have simply said “I don’t know.” Because there’s not a single word out there that could describe the emotions swirling in his chest.

“G-Gabi!” You shouted, watching her walk out onto the battlefield with wide eyes. With a groan, you pulled out your rifle, focusing entirely on Gabi’s safety.

In fact, you were too busy to hear Falco and Udo whisper about how cool you looked.

“L/n. Weapon down.” Your superior officer ordered. “She’s an Eldian. If she wants to die, let her.”

“Sir. The enemy is approaching her.” You stated, blatantly ignoring his orders. “Permission to shoot?”

“Permission granted.” He rolled his eyes. “You’re damn lucky your father is important.” He grumbled to himself.

Without hesitation, you shot the man approaching Gabi, signaling to Zeke and Reiner to drop the titans.

You sent Colt out to retrieve Gabi before Zeke and Reiner landed, following them with your rifle as you engaged in physical combat with an enemy.

Zeke and Reiner had landed, now wreaking havoc on the fortress, destroying it carelessly.

“For the love of- ack!” Someone had shot your shoulder, causing you to stumble back, blood now staining your uniform. You winced, holding back a cry of pain as you took your aim at the stranger who had shot you.

“L-L/n!” You heard Gabi call out, followed by cheering when you successfully killed your attacker.

You made a quick motion for your superior officer to go out on the battlefield before you retreated to the trench. The trainees were quick to tend to your wound, not voicing their concerns for fear that you’d brush it off.

“F-Fuck.” You whispered weakly, breaking out into a cold sweat. Your body was shaking slightly, your breathing labored and your vision fading. “T-That wasn’t a n-normal bullet-“

The last thing you heard was a scream from Gabi before everything went black, forcing you to sit alone in the darkness.

Your doctor was unable to figure out what the bullet was laced with, leaving you in the dark once again. However, you had recovered quite a bit since you had been wounded, and were now being allowed back to patrol Eldia once again.

There was a festival that had been organized by Willy Tybur, the streets bustling with smiling Eldians. It was a lively sight, but an odd one, since the placement was quite unusual.

You saw Falco leading Reiner away from the crowd, smiling softly at how excited the boy seemed. He must’ve found something quite extraordinary if he was that happy about it.

Gabi then came up to you, taking you by your hand as she lead you to where Zofia and Udo were. They looked so happy. So excited.

“Let’s take a seat over here! I wanna know what’s going on!” Gabi jumped, dragging you over to where the temporary bleachers were set up.

You took a seat beside the children, patiently waiting for Willy to begin his speech for the night.

As the blonde was speaking, something emerged from the stage, causing it to crumple to the ground. People began to scream as they began clearing out the area as fast as possible.

Debris went flying everywhere, sending the people into even more of a frenzy as they desperately tried to avoid their deaths.

You looked up in horror, locking eyes with the monster that had just ruined the moment. All you could do was stand in fear as you stared into those terrifying green eyes.

A titan. A titan you didn’t recognize was now in Eldia, killing innocent people and for what.

You had lost Gabi and the others, but you trusted them to keep safe. Now you just had to make sure they would be able to stay safe.

“Boss! Get out the big guns!” You shouted, pulling out your rifle as you began to look for a target. Thankfully, the titan wasn’t the only intruder. A woman with short black hair had landed on his shoulder, seemingly talking to him before disappearing into the night.

She blended in well, but you were well trained. So you’d love to see her escape your aim.

Quickly pulling the trigger, you shot at her, missing, but making your presence known. She whipped her head around to stare at you, almost as if she was surprised by your audacity.

She came flying at you full speed, large swords in hand. You pulled out your pistol from your bra, shooting at her to throw her off. The woman swerved to avoid your aim, nearly running into aa building as she did so. You smirked, shooting at her once again.

Yet someone had called out her name, forcing her to retreat, but not before she glared you down.

You then watched the warhammer titan get devoured by the invader, sending chills throughout you.

“Eren Yeager…” You whispered, stumbling back in shock. “Oh my god… I need to find Braun!” You made a run for it, doing your best to take off the recognizable parts of your uniform so you’d look like a civilian.

That way, no one would engage. Because they were clearly here for the soldiers of Marley. They had a vendetta, and it terrified you.

The more you thought about it, the more you realized that they would have had to have had an inside man, because how else would they have been able to pull it off.

You quickly rounded the corner, now in the room that you suspected Falco had taken Reiner to. Breathing heavily, you stared into Reiner’s eyes with fear.

“Zeke…” you breathed out, your world spinning at the thought of such a betrayal. “Oh my god it was Zeke.”

All Reiner was able to do was stare at you, words failing him as you broke down.

Slowly, he got up from his seat and walked over to you. Your face was buried in your hands, tears streaming down your cheeks and your sobs now echoing throughout the concrete room.

Hesitantly, Reiner wrapped his arms around you, saying nothing as you cried hopelessly.

“You look familiar.” A woman’s voice spoke to you, deep and powerful.

You turned around from where Reiner was laying on the floor, your eyes meeting the many of the group that had broke into your temporary hideout.

“Please. D-Don’t hurt him.” You begged weakly, sitting defensively in front of him.

“We’re not gonna hurt him. We need his help.” The woman with black hair spoke, her tone devoid of emotion.

“Right. We need the armored titan.” The blonde beside her spoke, attempting to reassure you.

Slowly, you shook him awake, a frown forming on your lips.

“I’m going to fight too.” You stated, staring into the ravenette’s soulless eyes, your tone unmoving. “I’m not going to let him die while in your care.”

Reiner sat up as you spoke, his eyes wide with shock as he stared at his former comrades. “Get up. You’re with us now.” The woman commanded, tossing you a blade before turning around briskly.

A couple of the others stared at you a little longer before joining her outside.

“Reiner… I’m going to protect you. So don’t die out there.” You nodded, helping him off the ground.

“Y/n… you’re wounded…” He frowned, his hand rubbing your cheek softly before placing a gentle kiss upon your lips.

“I’m better now.” You lied, flexing to back up your claim. “Now let’s get out there and kick some Yeager ass.”

Watching you fight was something else already, but watching you fight like this? Reiner thought he was going to pass out.

You were a natural, defending your new ally’s from your own soldiers. You were taking down people you knew for people you didn’t, because he trusted them.

You landed on his titan’s shoulder, leaning in so you could discuss the next steps of the plan, making Reiner thankful that you couldn’t tell he was blushing. You were covered in blood and sweat, your chest heaving and your legs shaking. It was quite the sight for him.

“Reiner, Pieck and Porco are here. I’m going to get them and we’ll go from there.” You panted, placing a hand on his titan’s cheek to steady yourself. Reiner nodded and got into a fighting stance, Eren’s titan now rising from the ground.

He let out a loud roar as you sped away quickly, on the hunt for Porco.

As you were running, your eyes landed on Gabi and Falco, making your heart stop. Gabi was armed, Falco behind her nervously. Titans were everywhere, so why weren’t they inside??

You paused, debating on who to go after. Quickly, you turned around and yelled. “Reiner! Porco is on his wa-“ The sound of gunfire echoed amidst the chaos, time slowing as you fell to your knees, blood staining your shirt.

You looked to see the shooter, a man about your age with a sadistic smile. He had pinkish looking hair and a wild look in his eyes as he put his gun to your head.

“I’m not letting anything happen to Eren.” He smirked, kicking you onto your side.

You reached for your pocket knife, prepared to throw the thing if necessary. Thankfully, Pieck’s titan knocked through the building, sending your attacker flying.

“L/n…” She spoke, only able to stare at you.

Reiner let out another roar, too distracted by your injury to avoid Eren’s punch. Porco came up and lunged at the attack titan, catching him off guard.

As you lay on the roof of the building, your breathing shallow, Pieck left and Jean replaced her, picking you up gently so he could rush you away to safety.

“Hey Reiner! Rest easy! Your girl is safe with me!” Jean called , making sure Reiner saw you so he was able to continue fighting. He knew you would motivate him to fight, so he saved you. If you hadn’t been so close to Reiner, you probably would have died that day.

You awoke in a nice, comfortable bed, the early morning sun shining through your window as birds chirped excitedly. The pain in your side was unbearable, preventing you from moving too much.

Slowly, you looked around, your eyes stopping at Reiner, who’s head was on your bed, his hand in yours, snoring softly.

You smiled softly, tears in your eyes as you watched him sleep.

“It’s finally over, isn’t it Reiner?” You whispered, rubbing your thumb across the back of his hand ever so gently. “I’m so glad you survived, my armored titan.” You continued to lay like that until he began to stir, his tired gaze meeting your teary eyed one with surprise.

“Y-Y/n!” He whispered, his eyes welling up with tears of their own. “Thank god you’re awake.” He cried, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug.

“R-Reiner…” You winced slightly, placing a hand on your side as you attempted to sit up. “T-The wou-“

He softly placed his lips over yours, kissing you with such passion that you thought you were going to melt. He had missed you so much, your smile, your voice, and your lips. He missed everything, and he was going to show you.

Reiners lips trailed down your neck, slowly and sensually, taking his time as he tasted you.

“H-How long was I unconscious?” You stammered, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. Reiner’s head rested in the crook of your neck, his breath warm against it.

“A week.” He frowned. “I was so worried.”

“I know, I’m sorry.”

“I was so scared. When I saw you get shot, I didn’t know what to do. I’m just thankful that Jean took you to get some aid before things got really rough…” Reiner trailed off, pulling you closer to his chest with a quiet sob.

“Y/n. I love you.” He confessed, his grip on your tightening. You were stunned into silence, words failing you completely as you processed his words.

“Reiner… God I love you.” You smiled, looking up at him. “I’m so glad we got to meet in this lifetime.”

He blushed at your words, pulling you back into his chest and laying down on the bed. “I want to marry you, Y/n. I’ve wanted to for such a long time now, but I couldn’t. Please. Allow me to be your husband.”

“Do you know how many times I’ve dreamt of you saying those words?” You asked, a tear falling down your cheek. “I’ll marry you. My god I’ve wanted to forever. I’m just happy to know you feel the same way…”

“I love you, Y/n. I can’t wait to make you the happiest woman alive.” He whispered into your ear, stroking the back of your head softly.

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a good day (j.potter)

fandom: the marauders

pairing(s): daddy!james potter x little!reader, little!reader x little!sirius black (platonic), daddy!remus lupin x little!sirius black

word count: 1816

summary: a trip to hogsmeade, your daddy, your best friend sirius and more lollipops than you could ever need. what more does a girl want?

warnings: so much ridiculously sweet, tooth rotting fluff, tiny tiny bit of angst if you squint, just a few tears, sirius and reader wrestle and poke at each other, super cute, self indulgent piece

note: this was so fun to write! i missed writing age regression fics since i am a little myself ( we <3 trauma) and i crave a relationship like this sooo bad. ugh i love james potter so much. as always, pls like and reblog and lmk what u thought!!<33

It’s no secret that James is protective over you; it’s never been questioned by any of the marauders that you’re his, and although they’re all fond of you, first and foremost you’re James’ girl. He’s the first person you think about in the morning, the last at night and he takes care of you in any way that he can.

The other boys have already vacated the dorm this morning, the only presence remaining being you and James; you’re tucked right into his side, head under his armpit and legs hooked around him like a little koala. He grins down at you with the most affectionate expression, brushing your messy hair off of your face and kissing your forehead. You grumble at the movement, turning away from the gentle touch and nestling your face into your own arms.

“Ah, ah,” James laughs, pulling you back up and towards him. You whine, rubbing your eyes with your fists in a manner that has him cooing.

“Daddy…” you protest, droopy eyes landing on him, his own dark curls mussed and sticking up at every angle imaginable.

“I know, baby love. It’s time, though.”

“It’s Saturday!”

“That’s why we’re the only ones in here. We’ve slept in plenty, bunny.”

“Hmph.”

He chuckles, lifting you onto his lap to get a better view of your face; your eyes flutter open and closed with how tired you are and you murmur softly, pawing at his chest and drooping down to rest on top of him.

“No, no. Up we get,” he encourages, bouncing you in his hold.

“Nuh uh,” you complain as he stands, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist to keep from falling.

“Yuh huh,” he counters, kissing your cheek. You sigh, rubbing your eyes again in an attempt to stay awake and alert. “C’mon, what are we wearing today?”

“What we doin’?” you ask quietly.

“Well, we’ve got Hogsmeade today, so the boys and I are gonna get some stuff from the joke shop. And I spose you’ll want to get some sweeties, yeah? And then we’ll go and get some lunch and drinks. Sound good?”

“Mhm,” you hum happily, giddy with excitement for what the day has in store. “Siri comin’?”

“Siri is coming,” he affirms, smiling at your happy giggle; you and Sirius are practically inseparable, and although the raven haired boy is surly and unapproachable to people he dislikes, he utterly adores you.

You skip to the wardrobe, picking out your outfit — which of course consists of your favourite skirt and James’ sweatshirt — and letting James help you into it. He rolls the sleeves up despite your protests, chuckling when you nuzzle into the fabric, inhaling deeply. He ties your hair into two low bunches, dressing himself in an almost identical sweatshirt to the one he’s given to you. Gazing intently into his eyes, you urge him to move faster.

“C’mon, daddy! Time to go!”

You’ve been restless ever since Sirius’ name was mentioned and you’re desperate to find him.

“Steady, baby love,” he laughs as you practically vibrate on your way down to the Great Hall. Your eyes flit from side to side, desperately searching for your best friend. When you spot Remus, you squeal, bouncing on your toes and tugging on James’ sleeve. “Go on, sweetheart,” he encourages, nudging you towards the tall boy. You giggle, running so fast that Remus grabs you with both hands, steadying you.

“Hi, Remmy,” you lilt, batting your lashes at him; you smile like butter wouldn’t melt in your mouth and Remus chuckles, squeezing your cheek affectionately.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he laughs, holding his arms out for a hug. You oblige, hugging him tight even as you bounce in his hold. He senses your excitement, whispering in your ear quietly, “There’s Siri. Go on.”

You squeak when you spot the dark haired boy, making a beeline for him at practically a sprint.

“Siri!” you screech.

“Hi, bun bun!” he yells back, colliding with you at full speed; you both grunt, tumbling to the floor in a heap of limbs. Remus and James wince at the harsh landing and you open your eyes to James standing above you.

“Y’alright, bunny?”

“‘M fine, daddy,” you giggle, grinning crookedly as Sirius wraps his arms around you and squeezes.

“Too tight,” you wheeze, rolling out of his grip. James peels you off of the floor, standing you up and brushing the now loose hair out of your face. Remus does the same to Sirius, taming his wild hair by tying it in a ponytail at the bottom of his head; he grumbles, swatting indignantly at Remus’ hands as you giggle, leaning into James.

“What’chu laughing at?” he mumbles, crossing his arms and pouting. Remus kisses his puffed out lips, effectively killing the tantrum before it starts.

“Nothin’,” you sing-song, turning your attention to James, “Daddy?” you whisper.

“Yes, bunny?” he whispers back, mimicking your cute, hushed tone.

“Kiss?” Cocking your head in that adorable way you know he can’t resist, you pucker your own lips, standing on your tiptoes. He promptly presses his lips to yours, cupping your cheeks in his large hands.

“Better?” he laughs.

“Mhm.” You frown as a ravenclaw girl catches your eye, elbowing her friend and smirking as they whisper to each other and point, obviously wanting you to see them. Your cheeks burn and you look at your feet, already close to tears.

“Don’t look at them, look at me, baby love.” James, ever so perceptive, has already spotted the girls making nasty remarks about you and is trying his best to distract you.

“Sorry,” you mumble, tears welling behind your waterline. Your lower lip quivers and James coos. Tilting your chin up, he kisses you again.

“Daddy loves you,” he says as soon as he pulls away. “So, so much, bunny.”

“I love you,” you sniffle, “‘M bein’ such a baby.”

“My baby,” he says softly, kissing the crown of your head. “My best baby, my beautiful baby.”

Sirius’ arms suddenly wrap around you from behind and he blows a raspberry in your ear, laughing hysterically as you turn and tug at his ponytail, sticking your tongue out. You growl softly, clearly vexed, but Sirius’ intention was successful — you’re distracted. James wipes the wetness out of your ear, taking your hand in his large one.

“Time to go,” he chuckles, pushing Sirius towards his own boyfriend.

By the time you arrive at Hogsmeade, you and Sirius are delirious with excitement, the prior incident forgotten about in favour of the day ahead of you.

First, you head to the joke shop; you and Sirius have tons of fun with games of exploding snap, trying your hardest to make the other jump. When the boys have purchased absolutely everything they want, you head straight to the sweet shop. You keep attempting to run off down your favourite aisles until James snorts, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder. Every once in a while, you’ll chime out a “Look, daddy!” and he’ll grab whatever has caught your eye. By the end, you’re drowning in sweets, clutching the paper bag to your chest like treasure.

You make your way to the Three Broomsticks, skipping with your hand in James’ and your other arm looped through Sirius’. The four of you snag a booth, sliding in each side; you stick your hand straight into your bag, pulling out a red lollipop and unwrapping it.

“‘S a heart, daddy!” you giggle happily, lifting his arm so you can tuck yourself securely into his side; he grabs your legs, draping them over his lap and kissing your exposed knees. His eyes are soft and full of adoration and it makes you smile. You wonder how one person can love you this much that he even gives the unattractive and plain parts of you so much love.

“You thirsty, pup?” Remus asks Sirius, running a hand through his untamed hair. He nods, craning into the touch. James kisses your neck, sliding out of the booth behind Remus.

“Butterbeer, yeah?” James asks; you both nod, matching lopsided grins on your faces. Sirius scoots over next to you and you hand him a lollipop, grinning as he unwraps it and pops it straight in his mouth.

“Dis is fun,” he garbles around the sweet, leaning into you slightly; you laugh, poking him. He pokes you back until you’re both laying down on the seat, incoherent with laughter. James and Remus observe the whole thing whilst they collect your drinks. Sirius’ face is flushed as he grabs for you, pulling on your bunches and shouting triumphantly as you squeal.

“Alright, settle down,” Remus chides, grabbing Sirius and hauling him back onto the other side of the booth. Pouting, you fold your arms and whine.

“Oh, bunny,” James placates, “Remmy’s mean, taking Siri away, isn’t he?” You nod, doing your best frown at Remus, which only pulls a low laugh from the lanky boy. “‘S okay, sweetheart. Daddy’ll cuddle you.” That simmers your brewing tantrum wonderfully and you snuggle into James’ side, pressing the side of your face to his sweatshirt as he holds the glass full of butterbeer to your lips, tipping slowly.

“Look!” you snort, gesturing to the line of foam gathered on your top lip, “Got a moustache!” Sirius rolls his eyes playfully.

“You can’t grow a moustache.”

“I so can!”

The debate goes on until it’s time to leave, by which point you’re stifling yawns and laying on top of James, your face pressed into his neck.

“C’mon, it’s time to go,” he coos, prying you off of him and standing.

“Piggyback me?” you ask innocently, eyes fluttering sleepily; how could he ever say no to you? He wants you to have everything you’ve ever wanted and more. He lifts you onto his back, not moving until your legs are secure around him.

You doze quietly on the carriage ride back, curled in James’ lap. By the time you wake, you’re in his bed.

“Oh, hi, bunny,” he murmurs, tugging you closer into his side. You grumble, clambering on top of him with as much grace as a newborn deer.

“Fell ‘sleep,” you mumble, “Are you mad?”

“Never, baby. You were tired.” He kisses your forehead. “Look, Siri’s already asleep, too. You just had so much fun it tired you out!

“Mmm,” you giggle, glancing at Remus and Sirius, both asleep wrapped in each other’s arms. James pulls the duvet further over the pair of you, pecking your lips and letting you settle comfortably on his chest.

“Ni ni, daddy,” you murmur, kissing his bare shoulder, “Love, love, love you.”

“Love, love, love you more, bunny.”

“Nuh uh,”

You’re snoring quietly before James can answer you, fingers curled around the thick blanket and breaths soft and tickling his bare skin. One thing is for sure — you had a good day.

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Inevitable (01) | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader (ft. ot6)

Genre/Tags: exes au, parents au, baseball player!JK; angst, fluff, smut (18+)

Series Warnings: foul language, alcohol consumption, minor character death, explicit sexual content in future chapters (oral, unprotected sex but be safe please!)

Chapter Word count: 6.9k

Summary: You convinced Jungkook to break up years ago so he could pursue his lifelong baseball dream. Now he’s back home, staring at you, and the little boy next to you who looks unmistakably like him.

A/N: Couldn’t stop thinking about how Yang Jungwon’s role model is Jungkook and they have similar features (especially as kids) and the sweetest smiles! Hence, the little angel we have here. I hope you enjoy this first chapter! Also, you can message me if you want to be part of the taglist!

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You stare at the grocery list, eyes squinting to try to read the words you’d half-mindedly written down this morning.

Your boss convinced you to take Friday off when it slipped that Jungwon has been having separation anxiety lately, as he hasn’t spent time with his mother this whole winter break.

You’d been doing overtime - on weekdays and weekends - and your boss, a mother herself, knows that overworking would take its toll on you and your son, especially as a single parent. It’s why you’re here now, grocery shopping with the little one, something he enjoys doing with you, too.

Still, it’s just one day and it’s not really enough to compensate for all the other days you work your ass off at the company, but the pay is good and the people are kind; those have been enough for you to stay the past two years.

A smile forms on your face once you decipher the crooked words on the piece of paper you’re holding up. You can make out the word ‘banana’ right before ‘milk,’ ‘choc’ somewhere near ‘ice cream,’ and ‘bron’ just next to ‘cereal.’ Brown cereal? Did he mean cocoa pops?

Jungwon has improved his writing and vocabulary and you pat yourself on the back for the times you’d forced yourself awake during your Sunday rest time just so you could guide him on his workbook. You congratulate yourself for thinking of showing him flash cards while he scrubs himself in the makeshift tub during bath time. And you thank the heavens for your best friend Taehyung’s bright idea of setting up a blackboard on the wall on Jungwon’s side of the bed so he can doodle until he falls asleep.

“Am I not the best uncle, muffin?” Taehyung had asked the little one then, who always knew what to answer.

“You and uncle Joonie are the best,” Jungwon had said.

Your kid is a ball of fluff, you’d almost think it’s genetic because you definitely are not one, but the other half of him is.

You brush away that thought before your chest begins to tighten. You choose to think that Tae and your older brother Namjoon, whom Jungwon spends the most time with apart from you, are true softies and he’d definitely gotten it from them.

You’re still smiling, insides warming enough to brave through the January cold until you realize that you’re no longer hearing your son’s buzzing sound that he does when he plays with his airplane. For all his softness, he does give you a heart attack every once in a while because of his tendency to scurry somewhere that piques his interest. It was probably the aisle that had those chocolates he wanted so you pick up your basket and rush to the one right next to where you are.

Your heart drops to the floor at the sight of your son standing in front of a man who’s crouching down, tinkering with the toy. It probably disassembled again and this does not earn you a pat on the back this time for forgetting to buy Jungwon a new one that’s more age-appropriate, and for not paying enough attention.

You’re partly shocked and partly curious - he’s a shy kid, tends to run back to you at the sight of an unfamiliar person, wide eyes usually on full display when someone tries to get his attention.

But not right now. He’s still wide-eyed but he’s sporting a shy smile, one he tries to suppress by biting his lower lip. Wonder where he got that from. Such mannerisms aren’t genetic too, right?

The mystery man hands him the toy airplane, which Jungown clutches to his chest. He bows at the man and whispers a ‘thank you.’ If that man wanted to do something bad, he would’ve taken Jungwon already but he hasn’t. You’re glad that at least a kind man has found your son.

“Jungwon, sweetie. Come here, please,” you call out, moving a bit to try to get the man’s attention to express your thanks but he’s sporting a hoodie that’s engulfing his face. Maybe you should’ve been more scared.

The stranger shakily stands up and turns as Jungown runs to you with his eyes not leaving his little toy.

Your eyes, on the other hand, can’t leave the figure standing just a few feet away from you, like a bad dream but that isn’t exactly a nightmare.

He’s here. He’s home. And he looks just as gorgeous as you remember - expressive onyx eyes, pretty thin lips, defined jawline, muscular build...

His own eyes move from you to the kid next to you, trying to come up with explanations, mind reeling at what this could mean. You sounded so tender, so loving, so… motherly.

“Jung—”

“Your—”

You both say at the same time. His eyes are fixated on Jungwon, probably trying to figure out who the child is to you.

“I’m babysitting,” you panic.

Jungkook’s eyebrows furrow and just as he’s about to open his mouth to say something, Jungwon decides to not be shy in front of a supposed stranger.

“Mama, that man fixed my plane!” He excitedly says, and you hate to crush his little moment of joy.

Jungkook’s eyes are now saucer-like, not at all minding that you were caught in a lie but that you, the woman who’d broken his heart all those years ago, have a child. A child whose eyes uncannily and painfully resemble his.

You and Jungkook both seem to be in a daze, your own thoughts swirling in your heads at the situation that neither expected would happen.

You stopped watching his baseball games about two years ago and had avoided whatever news about him would come up. Except recently when you’d heard about him possibly signing with a South Korean baseball team. Looks like did because he’s here, and he hasn’t been in years.

You’d heard from your brother that Jungkook had been doing well with the LA Dodgers and you hadn’t expected that he’d up and leave what had been his home the past four or so years to, well, come home. You’re glad he is but you also aren’t prepared for this.

Jungkook, on the other hand, had tried his best to forget about you soon after you walked out on him that December evening, almost succeeding multiple times until he gave up altogether. He came home last week, earlier than what he’d told the media, since he knew they’d be hampering him about his homecoming, given his recent signing with the Doosan Bears, one of Seoul’s professional baseball teams.

He’d spent the past few days in Busan to visit his mother and arrived from his 4-hour drive just an hour ago. He’d hoped to reach out or run into you but didn’t expect it to actually happen today. He definitely didn’t expect you’d have a son, too.

“Mama, did you get my banana milk?” Jungwon asks, breaking the bubble of confusion and shock between you and Jungkook, both unbelieving at the reality of you finally being in the same space, breathing the same air after so long.

“Yeah, I—” you start, placing the basket down and picking up your son, suddenly feeling nauseous.

Your mind is a puddle of thoughts and you just know that incoherent words will escape your mouth if you don’t leave right now so you make a run for it, or at least try. You walk briskly, clutching Jungwon tightly with his arms wrapped around your neck, so you don’t see him smiling at the man following both of you.

Jungkook calls out your name, prompting Jungwon to state that the man who’d fixed his plane knows his mother.

There are more people with their pushcarts near the exit, making it hard for your quick escape. Jungkook is catching up and upon realizing you won’t turn back to acknowledge him, he talks to Jungwon instead.

“How old are you, buddy?” Jungkook asks, legs clearly made for this. He’s panting though, you can hear it in his voice.

You can’t make a scene so you just try to walk faster.

You feel Jungwon release an arm and you know he’s putting out the ‘four’ sign, something he likes to do.

“When is your birthday?” Jungkook asks shortly after.

Oh god, you think. Jungwon loves this question. “July 6!” He exclaims.

The footsteps become faint and you’re brave enough to turn back as you near the exit doors. Jungkook stands there, dots connecting, mouth agape at what this means.

You leave the supermarket and run to your car, hurriedly placing Jungwon on the car seat and driving away, willing the tears not to fall.

“Who was that, Mama?” He innocently asks.

You admit that you’d thought about the day you’d see Jungkook and let him know about the little one too many times, but this isn’t how you planned it to happen - in public, when you’re incredibly tired, and when you haven’t thought about what you’d say.

This isn’t how you planned on telling Jungwon, too, so you tell a half-truth, like what you’d done a few times before.

“He’s a friend, sweetcheeks. He’s just a friend.”

The tears eventually fall about 5 hours later.

You got home from the grocery - without your groceries, watched cartoons with Jungwon, had food delivered, then prepared him for bed.

You’re now sat on your couch, wine glass in hand, as you try to make sense of the overwhelming emotions of seeing the man that was once your world. Technically, Jungkook still is, considering that your son is half of him.

But it’s different now. Too much has changed since you broke up with him, since he left 5 years ago to chase his dreams of playing for the Major League Baseball in the US, the dream he’d shared with his father, the dream he’d spent his whole life chasing.

Baseball had always been Jungkook’s world; a given, you always thought, since his own father was a baseball star himself, whose dream of playing for the MLB materialized during a trip to Boston as a teenager, the blinding lights and massiveness of Fenway Park and the roars of the crowd cheering for the Red Sox so alluring that he’d made it a point to watch a live game at least once a year.

His own career as a professional player for the South Korean league had been commendable, leading his teams to championships and even playing for the 1996 Olympics. That had been the second best experience of his life, the first being Jungkook’s birth two years prior. Marrying his wife was a close third, and it was something the pair always laughed about. You know this because Jungkook raved about his parents a lot, used to talk about them like he just lived next door to his mother - whom he called everyday, like his father was still alive.

His father didn’t have the luxury of getting scouted by American teams because baseball wasn’t as big then, but his dream of playing for the MLB never faded. Just like what his own father had done, he’d taken Jungkook to a live game every year since Jungkook was six, and tried to watch in every baseball park of every major league team.

They’d only make it to seven though. By that time, the cancer had been debilitating and he had to give up that annual date with his only child. Watching the Lotte Giants in their hometown of Busan had been enough for 13-year old Jungkook, who’d likewise been fascinated by the game, so was waking up in the wee hours of the morning to still catch MLB games on TV.

Jungkook was 14 when his old man passed.

He rarely talked about his father’s death. He also rarely talked about his father outside of baseball. He was a father-coach, Jungkook used to say, not the scary, stage father type who pressured him but the incredibly supportive, only slightly critical one. He’d made Jungkook fall in love with baseball, made him have a reason to wake up everyday, made him have something work hard for, fight for.

After he passed, baseball became something Jungkook hung onto, something he used to remind him of the man that made him who he is today. It became the most sacred part of himself, not for the popularity it gained him nor the praises he received, but because it showed the best parts of him, which were also the best parts of his father - his self-confidence, his tenacity, his grit, and his resolve, his passion for his craft.

Baseball taught Jungkook the value of hard work, of commitment, of focus, while at the same time reminding him of his physical capabilities and limitations.

It’s why he took his Sports Science course seriously, knowing that until his last breath, he would live for the sport. He’d play until he’s physically able, and do everything else when he can’t.

Jungkook had always been a good leader - another trait he got from his father, served as the pillar of strength of every team he’d been a part of because of his vulnerability that allowed others to trust him, to believe him.

His self-confidence may border on arrogance, his forcefulness and intensity may be perceived as aggression, but behind his intimidating aura on the field - partly personality, partly physical prowess - is a tender human being who gets excited over sweets, gushes over Ironman merchandise, likes making blanket forts, squeals over baby animals, enjoys bear hugs, and who just loves to love.

Those were what made you fall for him in the first place. They were what made your naturally cold exterior dissolve until your heart had become bare for him, until your insecurities had become insignificant, until you’d exuded almost the same joy that he had.

Seeing him today just brought the memories back, as if nothing has changed with what you felt for him, as if the pain you felt when you told him it was over, when you walked out and he let you, was just a breath away.

You didn’t realize just how much you missed him until you saw him again, until his proximity reminded you how his laugh used to sound, how his wide eyes and sweet smile looked like, how his sensual touches used to feel.

The tears fall again. That pain, that love - it’s like they never went away.

“Uncle Tete!” Jungwon squeals as your best friend picks up your son from the floor, swinging him around in a circle, soft laughter reverberating through the walls of your cozy apartment. It only takes a few rounds before Taehyung puts him down and complains that his arms already hurt.

“What happened to working on arm exercises?” You chuckle.

“Don’t remind me, you know I hate lifting weights. Plus, like that would make much of a difference,” he exclaims, slim arms out, being swallowed by his sweater. “I’m not an athlete, you know?”

You flinch at the comment and so does he.

“Sorry, too soon?”

“Yes,” you say, rolling your eyes and settling in the kitchen, a bit farther away from Jungwon, whose eyes are now fixated on the TV.

“Hey, I wouldn’t have known Jungkook was back if he hadn’t decided to revive our group chat yesterday after 2 years to ask everyone if they’ve seen you recently because you apparently have a kid and he believes he’s the father.”

“Pretty straightforward, huh?”

“He didn’t wanna waste time. Didn’t even care that your brother is in the same group,” Taehyung shrugs.

“Probably knows Namjoon won’t check.”

“True. But still, how bold of your ex.”

“What did the guys say?” You ask, curious if they ever caught on. Your twice a year appearance since college graduation seemed to be enough for them.

“Yoongi cursed. Jin spammed with theories because he’s convinced you haven’t had a boyfriend in years. Hoseok sent a video message of his reaction, which was really just him freaking out. Jimin acted surprised.”

“And you?”

“I left the group chat.”

You smack his arm, earning you a scowl. “Real smooth, Kim Taehyung.”

“Well, what was I gonna say? ‘Yeah, Jungkook. Your ex-girlfriend was actually pregnant when she broke up with you and you’re totally the father?’”

“You could’ve feigned ignorance, you know, or like denied it until I figured out what to say.”

“___,” he deadpans. “One look at Jungwon and it screams Jungkook. His name isn’t actually subtle, okay? Look at your kid, he even dresses up and eats like the father he’s never met!”

You motion for him to tone it down but Jungwon is busy watching the Avengers cartoons in his Ironman pajamas while sipping his banana milk.

“I’m not projecting!” You say, defending yourself because you know that’s what Taehyung is gonna say.

“It’s not my fault that my kid chose Ironman as his favorite Avenger no matter how many times I pushed Captain America to his face, okay? He didn’t even mind the shield I bought,” you pout.

“And he won’t drink plain milk. If it’s not banana, it’s chocolate. And he loves sweets, loves to hug people, has the cutest laugh…” You sigh, still racking your brain on what parts of your son he got from you.

“Maybe the universe is the one projecting, you know? Like it just had to find a way for Jungwon to be connected to Jungkook, if not physically then by other ways.”

“Your theory is sweet but I doubt it, Tae.”

“My theory is backed by evidence. And a father’s instinct because that shit’s real. Jungkook was still around during those first two months, the bond probably developed then.”

“Jungwon was the size of a raspberry. It’s highly unlikely.”

“Can you just stop deflecting? The father of your son is here. What are you gonna do?”

“I don’t know! Get my shit together and figure out what to say? You know I’m not ready for this,” you exclaim.

“Funny that you knew exactly what to say when you broke up with him but now you don’t,” Taehyung cocks an eyebrow.

“Are you my best friend or are you out to get me?”

“I’m just saying. You made that decision all on your own. Didn’t even confide in me,” he pouts. “I could’ve thrown some other options that didn’t require you breaking his heart and yours too, and going through all this by yourself.”

“Except I didn’t go through all this by myself,” you pat his head. “I had you and Namjoon. You were all I needed. Still do.”

“We can never take the place of Jungwon’s father, you know that right?”

“I know, I just… He’s not just my kid’s father, Tae. He’s my ex-boyfriend too. The man I loved.”

“You mean love. The man you still think about, and miss terribly.”

You squint at him as if in question. It’s been years since you and Taehyung had shared an apartment where he’d seen you cry almost everyday. It was something he wasn’t used to because you don’t cry, especially in front of others, not when you found out you were pregnant, not when you walked into Jungkook’s apartment only to walk out of his life. Not when Jungkook skipped graduation and left early for the US.

Everything changed after Jungwon’s birth. It’s like all the tears you never cried decided it was time. And you had years’ worth of it.

“Your kid’s a lot more perceptive than you think. He tells me sometimes that he sees you cry when you’re in bed or when you’re watching TV with him, and why else would you be crying if it wasn’t for that man?”

Of course he does. Jungwon, again just like his father, is thoughtful and pays you a lot of attention. Seriously, what about you did this kid inherit?

“The dam breaks every once in a while, I can’t help it.”

“Now you can,” Taehyung says as he gives you a hug. “You should talk to him. And soon. You know he deserves it.”

Jungkook stares at the ceiling, unwilling to move from the comforts of his bed. Head throbbing from the bottles of SoJu he downed with his older cousin, Jin, last night, the events of the day before are mighty clear in his mind.

He’d really seen you, the woman who once laid residence in his mind and his heart that he could not get rid of no matter how hard he tried, because you’d broken every possible thing you could when you decided to break up all those years ago.

He remembers that night so clearly, how he’d been excited to finally spend time with you so he could ask you to go with him to the US. You chose to break his heart instead, deciding by yourself that it wouldn’t work out. The only reason he agreed was because he’d been too hurt to even think of another way, but whether he agreed or not, he knew you would’ve walked out of his life regardless.

But there you were yesterday, dressed in your favorite-colored down jacket, hair longer than he remembers, little kid in tow calling you Mama.

Mama.

He’d just gotten back in Seoul after a visit to his mother. He’d made sure to be sneaky, as he wanted some peace and quiet before all the interviews and events he’ll need to attend because of this “homecoming” that everybody seemed to be making a big deal out of.

He was doing well with the LA Dodgers, even had meetings and possible offers with the Boston Red Sox, the team his father obsessed over. Jungkook was well on his way for bigger things in the largest baseball league in the world.

He decided to sign with the Doosan Bears instead, not even his hometown baseball team. He’ll chalk it up to missing home, maybe breaking ground so he can play in the Olympics, too, just like his father.

He was gonna seek you out, that was definitely part of the plan. He still considers the breakup as partly one-sided and he wanted to know how you were doing. He also knew he was bound to run into you because there was no escaping your circle of friends, who apparently seemed clueless as well.

Except for Taehyung, obviously, because he’s your best friend and he definitely would’ve known. But you’re here in Seoul, how did you dodge the rest of them? And Namjoon had really been able to keep everything a secret?

There were so many questions. Jin took it upon himself to be his confidante last night because surprisingly, Jimin, his best friend, had been mum about it. Jungkook and Jin spent the rest of last night scouring through social media for any trace of you and that kid but there had been none.

Jungkook is desperate, not just because he wants to see you but the child… looked like him.

The grocery was a few neighborhoods away from his, but it was next to the bank he was in so he decided to just do his shopping then. He’d been going through the sweets aisle, ready to fill the pantry of his new apartment with his favorite snacks, then he heard a thump and a soft quivering voice.

He turned to see a little boy looking sad over his toy airplane whose one wing had been clipped off. An adult didn’t seem to be around and he definitely trusts himself more than any other stranger so he’d approached the kid and asked if he needed help.

Curious doe-eyes met his questioning gaze, until the little kid took the airplane and its broken wing in his arms and cradled them.

“It’s hurt,” the kid had said, and he felt his heart burst at the cuteness and softness of this child. Jungkook took the toy and easily fixed it, the sliding slot probably too hard for his little hands to maneuver. He was about to ask for the kid’s name when he heard a familiar voice call out, the kid looking up and scurrying away from him.

And then there was you.

Everything felt hazy until the kid called you his Mama. You’d picked him up and started walking away before Jungkook could even greet you. He’d seen your abandoned grocery basket, which he could easily pass up as his own because of the same things he’d buy for himself.

The wheels were turning in his head and it wasn’t until the kid, apparently named Jungwon, stated his age that Jungkook pieced everything together. Or at least the possibility.

Could Jungwon be his child?

At the thought of this, Jungkook froze, watched your figure disappear from his sight, the eyes of the child boring into him as you walked away again. The kid let out a small smile and Jungkook had seen enough pictures of himself as a little kid in the news the past few weeks to be reminded of how he looked like, and he looked like that. It was unmistakable.

The scene plays in his head again and Jungkook feels the throbbing of his chest match the throbbing of his head, the need to confirm his suspicions and know the whole truth seeping through his veins. He tries to calm himself down, which is difficult, but he knows he needs a level-head if the truth is what he wants from you.

It’s just past lunchtime and he calls Jimin for help. As he enters the passenger seat, Jimin asks his friend for the destination.

“Take me to Taehyung’s place.”

Jungkook is running on adrenaline. With a sober mind now and a still-aching chest, he’s willing his body to relax but he’s unable, focused only on finding the truth.

There’s concern and an air of acceptance in Taehyung’s face when he opens the door to Jungkook, the idea of him showing up here having something that Taehyung has considered. Jungkook has at least half a mind to reach out to someone else before going to you.

Taehyung welcomes him in, knowing better not to argue or match the other man’s emotions. Jungkook doesn’t ask questions though and instead heads for the refrigerator, bites his lips at the sight of the same brand of banana milk he’d seen in your grocery basket.

He walks around the apartment, not missing the small basket of toys by the window. He opens a room that’s actually Taehyung’s art room and sees a paint set for kids, a framed photo of him with Jungwon placed on a shelf and next to it is a painting, the words “Jeon Jungwon” written at the bottom. It’s all the confirmation that he needs.

“Find what you’re looking for?” Taehyung asks, arms on his waist now, a bit of annoyance seeping through at the disrespect being shown to him. He gets that Jungkook is upset, but Taehyung knows him, knows he’s probably coming up with his own conclusions in his mind.

Before Jungkook could say anything, they hear the front door open, Namjoon’s deep voice calling out.

“Tae, did you get to drop off the groceries at ___’s? Jungwon’s been asking for his milk since yesterday and—” Namjoon stops as he stands by the door, eyes wide at Jungkook standing there, no doubt trying to keep himself together.

“Are you Jungwon’s father now?” He directs the question to Taehyung, the bitterness in Jungkook’s voice not lost on all the men present, including Jimin who’d been having his own battle in his mind because pretty soon, the anger will be directed at him, too.

Jungkook is the kid’s father, he’s sure of it now, yet the thought of another man taking that role causes an ache in his chest.

“Jungwon sleeps here? Does art with you? Does he call you—”

“He calls Tae ‘uncle,’ Jungkook. The same thing he calls me,” Jimin says, essentially coming out.

“You knew? This whole time?” Jungkook yells, fists clenched as the anger builds.

“Just a few years ago but—”

“And you said nothing to me?”

“It was just 2 years ago.”

“And you’ve visited me twice a year since then and you never thought to tell me that I have a son…” Jungkook flinches at the word, unbelieving that it’s something he’d even say.

“Look, just calm down, okay?” Jimin tries, but he knows it won’t do much.

“Calm down? I’m fucking livid. I have a…” Jungkook stops himself, willing the tears not to fall. All this time, you had a child that you’d kept from him, without a care of how he would feel.

“Jungkook, just take a breath, yeah?” Namjoon says this time, walking towards the younger man and pulls him in for a hug. “It’s a lot, I know. But just breathe for a bit.”

Jungkook pulls away, a mix of anger and sadness in his eyes. “How could she keep this from me?”

“Only she can answer that,” Namjoon sighs.

“I need to see her,” Jungkook states after a long pause.

“I can ask when she’s free—” Taehyung offers, ready to get his phone.

“I need to see her now.”

Jungkook finds himself in Jimin’s car, with Taehyung in the backseat talking to you over the phone, saying that he’ll take Jungwon for the rest of the afternoon and that they’re on their way.

Jungkook listens to Taehyung talk to you with so much care, the way he always had all those years ago. Nothing has changed, really.

Back in college, people tried to keep their distance from you, afraid of your resting bitch face and usually cold demeanor. Jungkook had heard about you from Jin, a good friend of your brother’s, and couldn’t quite reconcile the incredibly friendly and gentle Taehyung as your best friend.

It was one of the things that intrigued Jungkook, and he’d find out later on, after pulling all the stops with his flirting and finally getting you to agree on a coffee date, that you really did have a bitch face and you were cold if you wanted to be.

But you were so unapologetically you that it was refreshing. It wasn’t a defense mechanism or anything, it was just really who you were, but that wasn’t everything about you - you were also caring, protective, generous, extremely hardworking, and very confident.

Jungkook had fallen in love faster than he could throw a baseball, and he knows he can throw past 90/mph.

You complemented each other so beautifully that fights were easily resolved, if any, dates were always exciting, and moments together were never boring, even if it was just you quietly working on a paper and him noisily studying his games.

Taehyung was relentless in befriending you and you caved in pretty easily. “Look at the smile,” you’d said once. “Who can resist that?” You always had a soft spot for your best friend and Jungkook never minded; he’d trusted your relationship and you when you said that he never had to worry about Taehyung.

Except now. Because Taehyung seems to be a father figure to his son, being what Jungwon had needed all these years, while Jungkook had been clueless about it.

The night you broke up with him, you left him a weeping mess and begging behind closed doors to please don’t go. He felt he’d lost a big part of him, felt the soul-crushing feeling of losing someone again.

The loss of you was something he couldn’t prepare for and he’d spent years trying to put the pieces again, all on his own, in a foreign country, while chasing his dream. It had been hard but after some time, he rationalized in his mind that maybe you were right, maybe it would’ve been very hard for the both of you given the distance, the time difference, the busy schedules. It wouldn’t have been fair; he’d accepted that.

But keeping his child from him like this? This is too much. This is ruthless. You made a decision again. All by yourself. And he’s angry.

Everyone is thankful that Jungwon is asleep, although it’s a chance for Jungkook to see the little one in slumber, looking like the most adorable boy in the world.

Jimin and Taehyung agree to leave first, Jungkook not wanting them to wait, although he’s unsure how long this conversation with you is going to last.

You’ve been pacing back and forth since Taehyung called, informing you of the impromptu visit and Jungkook being unrelenting in his decision to speak with you today. You would’ve wanted to wait, although you know that Tae is right - Jungkook needs to know as soon as possible; he deserves that much.

In your more than 2 years together, you barely saw Jungkook angry - that was more of your thing because he enjoyed annoying the hell out of you every time and you always gave him shit for it.

But you two barely fought - you understood his busy schedule and were never really the jealous type, despite the presence of his “fans” (except maybe around Sora who’d named herself as the president of Jungkook’s fan club like that shit still flies), while Jungkook always knew how to make it up to you. He rarely complained, too if you ditched him to work on your projects.

But this Jungkook is different - his nostrils are flaring, brows are furrowed, jaws are clenched you’re afraid he’d break his teeth.

You’re different, too. You’re nervous, more reserved, not with your usual crossed arms but with fingers fidgeting at the loss of control.

You lead him in the living room and motion for him to sit down but he dismisses you.

“Hi, Jung—”

“I need to hear it from you,” he breathes out. “I know, god, I fucking know but I need to hear it from you.”

You take a deep breath and you say the words you’ve practiced in your head. “Jungwon is our son.”

You see him close his eyes, bite his lips, and tilt his head. It’s how you know he’s trying to control his emotions.

The silence is deafening but you give him time to process.

“How? I mean, you were on birth control and you said you never missed…” He stammers.

“Pills are not 100%, Jungkook. It just happened,” you explain, racking your brain for days right after you took the test over how it might’ve happened. At one point you stopped; it was no use.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

It’s the big question, the one he’s been losing his mind over. It doesn’t matter that it happened; he just doesn’t know how you could make that big of a decision all on your own when it concerned him, the other half of the child.

“You were on your way to the big leagues. I couldn’t take that away from you.”

“But you thought it was alright to take away years with my son?” He seethes. “Fuck, ___. That wasn’t your decision to make.”

It wasn’t, not fully at least, you knew it. But he wouldn’t make that decision, so you had to.

“I made it anyway,” you respond, tone more stern now.

With all the pain and struggles it brought, it’s the one thing you stand by; it’s a decision you never regretted. Watching Jungkook play in the ballparks his dad never got to take him to, seeing him blow a kiss to the sky before and after every game, and catching him mouth the words ‘I love you, dad’ after his interviews have always been enough to trump everything else.

Jungkook had been living his and his father’s dream. It had always felt worth it.

“Why? I would’ve stayed,” Jungkook yells.

“Exactly. You would’ve,” you yell back. “I was sure that the moment you knew, you would’ve passed up a dream you worked your whole life for. I couldn’t let you do that. I couldn’t let you make that decision.”

“So you made it for me, by giving me none at all?” He scoffs. “Real brave, ___. And real fucked up, too.”

“It was the only way for you to go!” You exclaim. “If you had known, you wouldn’t have left, you would’ve settled, stayed behind… You would’ve given everything up.”

“Because that’s our child, ___!”

“And we didn’t plan on having him!” You shout, tears prickling on the corners of your eyes now.

“You’ve known baseball your whole life, Jungkook. Everything you’ve ever done was so you could play in the MLB and you did. You made it happen because you had the best opportunity and you took it, worked hard, got to where you wanted to be,” you rationalize.

He’s panting as he processes your words, mind going again to that night when you walked out on him, making sense of the reasons why, those you verbalized and those you didn’t.

“I know you, Jungkook,” you sigh, your voice taking him back to the present. “You’d take responsibility because that’s the kind of man you are. You would’ve insisted on taking care of us, on letting go of everything else for us, for your son. And I couldn’t let you give up on your dream, the one thing left of your father…”

“Don’t you fucking dare bring up my father,” he snaps at you, eyes so cold and you feel so small.

“You wouldn’t have forgiven yourself if you let that dream go for us.”

“Then you don’t really know me, ___. Because the hell would I give us up just like that. The hell would I give up time away from my son.”

He pulls his hair out of frustration, then lets go, tears now streaming down his face.

“I was 14 when I lost my dad, ___.”

“I know, and I’m sorry—”

“No, you don’t know. And you aren’t sorry,” he retorts, his back facing you as he tries to get himself together. “I had to watch him wither away, had to stay by his bedside and watch him take his final breath because my mother couldn’t. I was 14 and I had to be strong for my parents. And I cried, every single night, for months,” he heaves.

He turns to face you, wants you to know how much you’ve hurt him.

“I almost quit school because I wouldn’t get out of my bed, wouldn’t talk to anyone. I told you I suffered, that I lost my way,” he continues, weeping.

But you didn’t know this, didn’t know he suffered like this, that he lost his way like this.

“But the dream kept you going, didn’t it?” You try. “It gave you purpose; you had something to live for, Jungkook,” you continue, reminding him of what the dream meant to him.

He’d been young but he had so many memories with his father about baseball; it had been the core of their relationship, the thread that kept them connected years after his death.

“In return for what?” He barks. “Fuck, I would’ve given anything to have my father again. And that includes that dream, ___.”

You stare at him, his body now crouching down on the couch, unable to fully lift himself up. You’d never seen him like this. He was never afraid to cry but this is different.

Your own tears are relentless, as if telling you that this is all because of you and you deserve this pain. You had broken this man, and you’d done so without regret.

He looks up at you, wipes his tear-drenched face, illuminating the pain, the longing, the anger.

“You took four years of my life away from my son. You robbed me of that chance. You didn’t even give me a choice. How fucking selfish are you? You had no right, ___,” he huffs.

“I just… I know you, Jungkook. You would’ve stayed and then what?” You say, trying to stand your ground, but even you don’t believe your words, at least not anymore.

“You’ll regret it down the road? Resent us because you had to stay? How would we feel? How would Jungwon feel, knowing that his father gave up his dream for him?”

“Really? You’re absolutely sure that’s what would happen? As if I’m not resenting you now?” Jungkook scoffs.

“You don’t know what it’s like to have someone be taken from you, to not have enough time with them. But yeah, you need to have the last say always, right?” He says coldly, allowing the silence to let you take in his bitter words.

“You can’t ever feel like you don’t have control so you make all the decisions by yourself. Hurting those in your wake before they hurt you. But it’s all good right because you stand by it? As long as it’s enough to rid you of the guilt even if it hurts everyone else?”

This is how he hurts you - peeling away your layers and throwing them back at you, until there’s nothing left but all the parts you didn’t want anyone to see. But Jungkook had seen them, accepted them, loved you despite them.

But he’s standing in front of you. And there’s no love in his eyes. You don’t think you deserve it anymore.

You give him this, the last say. And he takes it. And he leaves.

Like countless times before, you fall to the floor and cry. You cry until your sounds are loud enough, until you can no longer hear your own heart breaking.

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bnhamixjuice-sfw · 3 years

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ANON REQUEST: Hawks, Dabi and Aizawa: spot an ex he had a bad break up with, he sees her walking around struggling to hold on to a bag of groceries while pushing a stroller with a toddler in it that looks awful lot like them, and the he awkwardly confronts them when the bag falls out of her hands.

Tags: Manga Spoiler, Mention of cheating, Angst to Fluff.

Hawks

“I’m so sorry Dove, I didn’t mean to–”

“Didn’t mean what? to deny that I’m your girlfriend in front of the media ‘cause you had a job agreement with the commission not to reveal me! okay Keigo you’re doing this for what reason exactly? Hero Reputation? More women you can use to cheat behind my back again and expect me to forgive you? I–I don’t want this kind of life anymore!”, you wailed in pure anguish roughly wriggling your wrist away from his firm clutch.

He felt suffocated when he needed to let you go for all the things that he did to hurt you, holding back the urge to chase you outside when you frantically closed the door, not looking back anymore on him. Leaving the top pro hero falling on his knees, lonely between these four walls of his house.

After all this time he can’t forget you, longing to see your face everywhere he goes even on pro hero awarding events or his usual patrol work with Endeavor looking for you through the crowds, praying to see your smile again that he misses the most.

His life was crumbling apart without you, but luck was on his side today when he spotted you not too far from where he was signing autographs for his fans while stealing some glances. As always, you’re still beautiful standing there.

Trying to fix your grocery bags while clasping the baby-carriage’s handle. He hesitated at first to approach you thinking you’re probably waiting for your husband to pick you up and your child. And that’s when a tuft of yellow hair popped out.

“Mommy look it’s Hawks, Awtoglaph pweasee awtoglapph”, his excited pleas reached Hawks’ ears. pointing his fingers towards your ex-boyfriend who waved a hand on both of you.

Soon red feathers clumped together on the ground, preventing your bag to fall.

“Wow what do we have here, a kid full of energy today, so where do you want me to sign your autograph?”, stooping down beaming a smile with his eyes crinkling behind his yellow visor making your child gasp in awe.

He knew instantly that his suspicion was right seemingly looking at his own reflection with those golden honey orbs and black lines on those eyelids and small bump protruding behind the kid’s shirt, red feathers similar to his, messily cramped inside.

“Ke–Hawks here… ”, almost calling out his first name when you handed him a notebook and a pen.

Slightly feeling his gloved hand against your palm.

“Hawks look I hab wings too–”

“Honey we need to go home now or else you’ll miss your favorite show again, now say bye bye to Mr. Hawks”, you interrupted, sneaking a warning glare on him not to tell him anything before gently freeing your child’s wings out from his shirt’s makeshift holes.

“Little fledgling I guess your wings were moulting, so did your Daddy tell you about it”

“Hab no Dawdy but Oh you see… Mommy Lov’ Dawdy so much that she booboo cries” you were shock-stricken softly hushing your child out of embarassment.

“Well kid make sure to tell your Mommy not to cry okay cause Daddy loves her so much, yes don’t forget to tell that to her every day I–”, he stammered with his voice started cracking, overwhelming him with emotions too easily, swallowing the lump forming on his throat.

“Your father loves you too kid trust me, and surely there’s not a single day he’s not thinking of your Mommy, his only Dove–Ah I think I’m taking too much of your time Miss I-I’m so sorry”, halting it immediately, muffling a few sniffles before finally signing his signature.

Your heart began thumping so loud, not expecting him shamelessly grabbing your hand, burying you into a warm embrace in public.

“Wait Keigo stop this, everyone’s taking so many pictures of you”

“No I don’t care anymore, listen Dove I’m so sorry and I still love you, come back to me please I promise I won’t hurt you again, I’ll do better this time just let me make up for it, and for our son”

You can’t blame yourself for giving in, accepting him wholeheartedly knowing this is what you promised to him once.

To never let your future child experience the same heartache he suffered from his past.

Dabi

He regret those cruel words that came out from his mouth the first time he was too fed up of your constant admonishment of putting a rest on his revenge against his family forever since you cannot bear to see him exhausting his body anymore, starting this heated discourse again between you.

“You always bring this up y/n every single day and it’s too annoying already, why are you siding on Enji too much Babydoll… come on just say it you really want us to have a perfect family, so cool to have a child with this debilitating quirk too right?”

Sucking your inner lips anxiously avoiding to tell him something about that last one, you felt his grip on your sholders constricting furiously waiting for you to answer him back, but your tears spilling from those precious eyes made his stomach churn in guilt realizing what he had done when you began screaming on his face that everything’s over, shoving him away and locking the door of your house shut.

He knew how much of a dick he was, the worst break up that’s been haunting him everyday with your terrified face forever etched on his mind

It’s been a long time since the last time he saw you after you moved from your old house and he cannot find you everywhere until today.

He saw you pushing a stroller on the side of the road and having a hard time balancing the bag of groceries on your other hand.

Perhaps you found someone better than him and additionally having a child; a normal child considering he’s not the father. that’s what he thought until something caught his attention.

Squinting his eyes, he was slack-jawed to find a familiar cerulean orbs and red hair on that young boy giddily calling you Mommy.

He took this rare chance of talking to you again by catching your bag of groceries that you clumsily dropped, your eyes met recognizing your ex-boyfriend instantly when he removed his mask. piercing eyes gazing down below observing your child’s similar features.

“Babydoll why didn’t you tell me about him, our son?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Dabi and refrain from calling me that nickname anymore, also stay away from MY son before I call the police”

You breathed heavily snatching back your grocery bag from his grasp, clutching the stroller’s handle in pure anger.

“Daddy you meanie, go home”, tugging his pants with those tiny hands.

It hurts you to see your own child begging for his father to go home, when you can’t even tell him how you often show his own picture to your child that’s why he recognized his own father easily, keeping him close to his heart and memory forever.

You can’t hate your only child’s father.

He was expecting him to cry on his intimidating face when he bent his knees down to look at his child closely, ignoring your earlier threat by patting his son’s head seemingly accepting this foreign fatherly instinct.

“Kid look I’m obviously a bad guy, I don’t want you to get in trouble so maybe next time when your Mommy allows me, don’t worry I’ll probably see you again next time pepperoni haired kid”, chuckling when he saw his son’s childish pout, letting him pinch his stapled cheeks annoyed at his nickname.

“Y/n this is goodbye then”, flashing you that thin smile noticing his lips quivering a bit as he stood.

Shoving both of his hands inside his pockets before turning around to walk slowly away from both of you ignoring your child’s tantrum cries calling for him to go back.

“Ssh… sweetie don’t cry okay–Wait Touya!”

He stopped on his tracks when you yelled his real name again, like how you used to call him that before out of endearment.

“We’re going to stay here from now on so same address, the usual okay knock thrice and use our anniversary day on pressing the doorbell and don’t forget our password, listen I’m doing this for our child only so you better show up tonight or I won’t ever give you a chance”

He disappeared quickly after that, and tonight he never failed to show up incessantly ringing the doorbell many times even greeting you that typical password; a kiss.

A yearning kiss, hands intertwining the moment you opened your heart once again.

Aizawa

“Shouta you keep missing my calls these past few weeks when I needed you the most, you barely have enough time to visit me when I was sick the whole week and now you’re late, fine I don’t wanna hear your excuses anymore”

Those bitter words pierced him like thorns, seeing you slip out that engagement ring from your finger and placing it on a table whispering those bitter words he doesn’t want to hear from you.

“It’s better if we end this relationship now before we regret something, I–I can’t imagine my future being married with you or even having a child with you who pathetically seek for time and attention from his workaholic father, sorry Shouta”, you covered your mouth trying to bite back your tongue from spilling about your unborn child.

Running outside the restaurant leaving him heartbroken that he can’t further speak out his words anymore because everything that you just told him was painfully true.

He doesn’t deserve you, blaming himself for not appreciating you enough despite of your effort of enduring the hardships of having a pro hero fiance who often risk his life for his students. A man who can’t even spend a time to take care of you.

Nevertheless, he wanted to mend back those strings that binds you to his heart, always pouring out his loneliness on visiting that Cat Cafe on his day off every week reminding him of memories you two share.

You often take him there to spend a date knowing he’s fond of cats and snapping lots of photos of him every time he ends up sleeping on the corner with cats huddling close to his face nearly suffocating him.

Keeping your engagement ring to him all the time was the only thing that calms him down whenever he’s in dire situation on his job, thinking how much he wish to meet you here again.

Unbelievably seeing you again one time, rubbing his weary eyes once and twice to know if it’s truly you. Indeed, he can’t forget that familiar caring smile of his beloved, finding you outside the cat cafe currently having a problem of organizing your bag of groceries.

“Mawmmy, neko pweasee I wanna touch it!”, your daughter began whinning clapping his hands to get your attention.

He can’t believe his own eyes when your child resembles him too much with that obsidian dull eyes and sleek black hair minus for that pigtail hairstyle but that scowl seems a carbon copy of his own.

“Wait Baby I–”

“I think you need help Y/n”

You were flabbergasted to find your ex-fiance taking a hold of your bag of groceries with his whip that was about to hit the ground and voluntarily offering his Neko tote bag for you which you persuaded him not to.

“Mawmmy pwease I want that too, Neko”, her tiny hands reaching out determined to get it no matter what.

“Baby no–”

“Well your daughter love cats so much, you can give this to her, please just a friendly gift”, taking out something from his pocket leaning down a bit to his side to rummage on that keychain, letting you see his necklace around his neck with that old engagement ring of yours dangling.

“Found it, here kid I’m not sure if you’ll like this”

“Aww Mawmmy have that too um…right Mawmmy, so no thanks Mister”

There’s no way you were married that’s what Shouta suspected when he saw you not wearing any ring, and obviously that cat keychain was closely similar to his anniversary keychain that you two bought for each other.

“Y/n I can drive you two back to your house if its okay–”

“Mawmmy please say yes”

You sighed in defeat not having a choice in the first place and also giving freedom to your child to spend time with her father who doesn’t know about this.

His car was still the same, sitting beside him and your child now sleeping behind after getting so tired ogling on his car’s cat accesories.

You chuckled upon seeing your daughter’s face on the mirror messily drooling, leaning slightly on your side to wipe the corner of her mouth.

“Darling is she our daughter”

“Eyes on the road Shouta, and yes so what will you do about it. Do you expect me to ask for any financial support from you oh maybe spending your precious time for our daughter that I can’t even get from you years ago”, you sarcastically uttered, stabbing him rudely with those truthful words he was unprepared to hear from you.

“I understand if you’re still mad at me y/n, but I just want you to let you know that I want to set things right first before asking you to forgive me. Because I don’t want to miss this opportunity again to tell you how much I wanted to talk to you or maybe to see you in your white wedding dress”

You can’t resist how determined he was to get close to you again, feeling his hand slowly making its way on you.

Giving back that engagement ring to whom it truly belongs, and that was you, a dream he wanted to come true despite it being too impossible.

Turning your head away to wipe your own tears, proposing for the second time that you have been waiting to hear from him all along.

“She’s your daughter Shouta and don’t you dare make her cry of I’ll scratch your face harder than what your cat does”

“That’s too kind of you, I mean my cat misses your deadly belly rub too, you named him Mr. Pickles right, well I’m sure he’d be thrilled to see his Mom again and his new sibling soon”,

You both exchanged soft giggling catching up on one another by starting the conversation about your lives and so on and so forth, and apparently your child was eavesdropping on both of you.

Your daughter muffled a “Pro hero mission success” after accomplishing her goal, peeking a bit to see you wearing that shiny ring.

She knew it the first time she saw that stranger recognizing him from one of the picture you often place under your pillow, her daddy.

Well she did inherit Shouta’s intellectual skills after all.

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floralseokjin · 3 years

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⤑ made-up love song vii (m).

Your first encounter with Kim Seokjin doesn’t go so well, nor your second, or your third… and maybe that’s because it shouldn’t work on paper. You’re an elementary school teacher, never left the country despite hitting the third decade of your life not so long ago, and you’re unable to remember the last time you dated. He’s the dad of one of your students, nearly a decade older than you and divorced. Oh yes, and just another minor detail – he’s a multimillionaire.

Your lives are lightyears apart, yet somehow, your paths having now crossed, things just seem to fall into place…

pairing; kim seokjin x reader au/genre/warnings; strangers to lovers, romance, single dad! seokjin, ceo! seokjin, elementary school teacher! oc, age gap (oc is 30, seokjin is 37), seokjin is a dilf, smut; includes jacuzzi (oral) sex, outdoor sex, the angst/drama comes knocking! words; 8,336

↪︎ chapter index

chapters; i • ii • iii • iv • v • vi • vii • viii • ix • x • epilogue (+ drabbles)

A few days after Arin’s birthday party school started back, and just as you’d known you got incredibly busy, incredibly fast. With admin and getting to know your new students you found that you were too distracted to dwell on all the things that had been worrying you. Yes, it was strange not being able to see Seokjin practically whenever you wanted, and yes, you missed him – and the summer, but with work so hectic it cushioned the blow. You didn’t have time to live inside your own head or get sad about stupid, tiny things.

Letting the school know about your relationship wasn’t mandatory now that you weren’t Arin’s teacher, but you felt better for it, meeting with Hoseok one morning to inform him. Eunbi already knew, being quite a close a friend to you, and slowly, over the next few days you let some of the other teachers you were friendly with know too. You found it quite exciting. You’d been single for such a long time so finding yourself in conversations about your boyfriend filled you with a happiness you weren’t quite used to. You liked talking about Seokjin, bigging him up, some could call it bragging… He’d even very kindly donated money for a new playground to be built in the kindergarten area. He wanted to help Primrose Hill any which way he could. It meant a lot to you and his daughter.

It only took around three weeks to get yourself into a routine. For both of you to find a rhythm and make it work well. Your lunch break wasn’t long enough for you to zip to Seokjin’s office and join him so he always made an effort to come to you. Sometimes you’d eat in his car, sometimes yours, or sometimes you’d meet in a small café near the school. You cherished that short time together because sometimes that’s all you could have. Depending on how busy you both were you often couldn’t spend time together in the evenings. You tried to at least once in the week, but weekends were reserved for things like spending the night.

It was Tuesday today and you somehow had a night free from lesson planning which meant you could join Seokjin and Arin for dinner. You were glad really, because Seokjin had been stressed since yesterday and you hadn’t had a chance to see him properly. He had to go away on last minute business this weekend but it coincided with Misook’s family vacation. He’d asked Nana if Arin could stay with her this weekend but she was busy too. He didn’t know what to do, other than try and postpone the trip. Key word: try.

Misook had left for the day just as you were arriving, Arin in her room, too busy playing on the Nintendo Switch she’d gotten from Nana for her birthday, so it gave you some brief time alone with Seokjin. You were shocked to see him still in his suit, sat in contemplation alone in the family room. Oh, boy. You hated seeing him so stressed. He was never one to mope or even show his mood. You knew him well enough by now to be able to tell when he was drained, but he still didn’t let it affect him too much, always smiling, always joking around. This evening was different. He’d barely said a few sentences, mostly it involved apologising for his bad mood. He felt selfish, not being much company, yet still needing yours. He had nothing to be sorry for, you reassured, resting your head on his shoulder and he wrapped his arm around you, holding you close. You reached for his hand, and there you stayed like that for a little while, fingers laced together.

Arin made her way in soon enough, stomach rumbling, a hopeful lilt to her voice as she walked over to you both, hands behind her back. “Can we have pizza for dinner?”

Seokjin shifted, unlacing your fingers and dropping his arm from your shoulders as you both sat up straighter. “Didn’t we have that yesterday, Arin?”

Arin didn’t miss. She was a professional. “But Y/N wasn’t here yesterday. She missed out.”

Her comeback even managed to draw a quiet chuckle out of her dad. “We’re not having pizza, sweetie.”

She sighed softly, crossing her arms around her chest as she looked your way. “Daddy is moody today.”

You raised an eyebrow, your mouth unable to stop quirking up in amusement. “He is?”

“Why do you say that?” Seokjin asked. His tone was light, but you could tell by his frown lines her casual words had him worrying.

“I heard you on the phone this morning to mommy. There’s no one to look after me when you go away this weekend and she can’t do it.”

Seokjin faltered, not expecting such a frank answer. He composed himself quickly. “She’s just really busy, Arin. She wanted to look after you, she just couldn’t this time.”

“I know,” she replied simply, nodding her head.

There was a beat of silence and then Seokjin reached for her, kissing her cheek, his voice quiet with apology. “I’m sorry. Was I really moody today?” He looked unsurely your way too.

“Uh huh. You hardly smiled, and when I tried telling you about the field trip I’m going on next week you weren’t even listening properly.” Arin’s small voice filled with such attitude was comical.

Seokjin chuckled. “Daddy’s really sorry. I’m smiling now, though, right?” Arin nodded. “And if you’re kind enough, you can tell me about your trip again over dinner. Is that okay?”

“Hmm.” She thought allowed. “So can we get pizza?”

Seokjin snorted. “Nice try, young lady. It’s still a no.”

Seokjin ordered from one of his favourite restaurants, helping you set the table as Arin went to check on her rabbits. You ate together, listening as Arin spoke all about her upcoming field trip, finally having her father’s undivided (and interested) attention. However, halfway in, she completely changed the topic, throwing you both.

“Can’t I stay with Y/N this weekend?”

“Hm?” Seokjin looked over at her, visibly surprised.

You swallowed what was left in your mouth just as Arin’s eyes found yours. “I can just stay with you while daddy has to go away.” Your lips parted, trying to think of something to say, your years of teacher training falling short.

Seokjin beat you to it. “No, no, sweetie,” he shook his head, sounded a little flustered, taken by surprise. “Y/N will probably be busy on the weekend. That’s her only free time, she can’t look after you.”

With a small shrug, she put her fork to her mouth. “It was just a thought.”

Seokjin looked over at you, expression apologetic as he mouthed sorry.

Hey, listen…” You began, feeling oddly nervous as you looked up at your boyfriend. It was a couple of hours later, Arin was in bed, time was getting on, you had to leave soon, but cuddled up against him, both curled up on the sofa as you watched mindless television, you really didn’t want to go anywhere. Seokjin had relaxed a little by now (the wonders of food), but you could still tell his mind was exhausted as his gaze fell on yours. You took a breath, deeper than intended, psyching yourself up. “I really don’t mind looking after Arin this weekend.”

You didn’t miss the way his eyes widened a tad, obviously taken by surprise, but then his mouth lifted at the side, his head shaking from side to side lightly as he let out a breathy chuckle. “Y/N, don’t feel like you have to just because she brought it up.”

You found yourself relaxing. He didn’t want you to feel obligated. You’d thought so, but the teeniest tiniest most worrisome part of your brain had thought he might now have wanted, or trusted you, to look after Arin. That wasn’t the case. You could tell by the look on his face. He didn’t want to put you out, ask too much of you.

You moved and straightened your back, eye to eye now. “No, I honestly don’t mind at all, Seokjin.” You reassured, talking faster as you noticed him open his mouth. “Seeing as Arin was the one who suggested it, I guess she’s fine with the idea. I…” Hesitating, you added something else. “I wanted to suggest it myself but… If she’s comfortable with it, I’d love to.”

It was the truth. Ever since Seokjin had called you at lunch time, telling you Nana couldn’t manage this weekend, you’d wanted to tell him you were up for it but something had stopped you. Even as he’d tried to think of options this evening – maybe his mom could stay for the weekend, his aunt – you’d held back and bitten your tongue. What if you were pushing boundaries? Inserting yourself into situations that didn’t concern you? Arin liked you, yes, but being entirely in your care for 48 hours was different. She might not want to, she might feel uncomfortable. However knowing that it wasn’t the case, suggesting it herself so casually over dinner had given you the confidence to push through. Seokjin needn’t be worried about asking too much of you.

Regarding you silently, he considered your words. Lovingly, you glided your hand up his arm, reaching out for his cheek. He pressed into your touch automatically. “I want to help you out.” At that, he smiled gently, lips turning up in a way that rounded his cheeks, making him appear at least a decade younger. It was wholly unfair.

Turning slightly, his lips grazed your palm. “I’ll ask her about it in the morning.” You grinned, visibly pleased, and Seokjin took your hand to tug you gently to his chest. This time he placed a kiss on your mouth, humming happily. “Thank you.”

Arin was more than happy about it. Seokjin suggested you stay at his home for the weekend, seeing as that would be easier for the both of you, but she was pretty adamant she wanted to stay at your place. You understood, kid’s curiosity and all. She wanted to know what your home looked like, she wanted to meet your “pretty best friend” she liked to ask about sometimes. Honestly, you felt touched that she wanted to learn more about your life. It was just another reminder of her acceptance when it came to you, and you’d be forever touched by how easily she’d let you into her life. She was more than welcome to come stay at your place, but of course you’d run it by Soojung first. She’d agreed quite easily, even after you informed her you’d be sharing her bed all weekend, Arin of course using yours.

On Thursday night Seokjin’s guilt was getting the better of him. He had you on the phone, making sure you were 100% okay with looking after Arin. He didn’t want you to feel as if you were trapped just because you felt compelled to help him. He could cancel his trip. You told him how stupid he was being. Cancelling would put so many people out, including himself. Besides, you not only wanted to help him out, you wanted to take care of Arin. You felt as though you were capable, and if you were being even more honest with him, you felt really happy it was happening. Knowing Arin trusted you this much was a great feeling. Knowing he trusted you enough…

“Why wouldn’t I trust you?” He scoffed in disbelief. “You’re great with her. She loves you.”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” you laughed.

“How come?” He was hellbent on proving you wrong, voice softening as he continued. “You’re so easy to love.”

You felt your heart skip a beat. He’d said it so casually, so easily, you felt dumb searching too much into his words. It was far too early to think of things like that – for confessions like that. Right? Still, he sounded genuine enough. He meant it, even if it wasn’t in that way. Not that you were expecting anything. You were perfectly happy with how things were, your feelings growing stronger each day. You weren’t in a rush, neither was he. That’s what made your relationship so great. But your heart still felt all fuzzy regardless. You found yourself smiling down the line, your thanks obvious in your tone. “I’m going to miss you.”

“I’ll miss you more.” He ignored your noises of complaint. “I’ll video call you a lot – and Arin of course.” Then he laughed. “Although, I’ll have a feeling she won’t miss me at all this weekend.”

The next day you finished up work early, it was a Friday anyway, so you never made a habit of sticking around too long, but this time you were packed and ready to go the same time as the kids. Arin would be waiting in her classroom, ready to go home with you for the weekend. Seokjin had dropped off her things early this morning before his flight, indulging you in a few sleepy kisses before he had to go, a promise of ‘I’ll see you Sunday night,” slipping from his slightly downturned lips, hands reluctant to let you go.

Arin was visibly excited when she saw you, seconds away from jumping up and down on the spot, your first name rushing out of her mouth without realising. It was no big deal of course, but her reaction was cute, eyes widening as her lips parted into a circle, a noise of realisation leaving her. She looked very much like her father, which made it even funnier. You took her hand, saying your goodbyes to Mr. Moon, her second grade teacher, and left the building for your car.

“This is a really nice car, Y/N,” she complimented as you made sure she was strapped in properly. You weren’t nervous, but you were slightly on edge, cautious, being a better word, to make sure everything was okay. You needed all bases covered. Arin was in your care for 48 hours after all. You told yourself to calm down, if Seokjin knew you were being this antsy he’d be highly amused. You wouldn’t stop hearing about it for a week.

“I’ve always wanted to ride in it,” Arin continued.

You smiled down at her. “Thank you.” She was one of the sweetest kids you knew. Your car was average. Not that she knew anything about makes and prices and whatever else there was. You didn’t either. As long as it drove you from point A to B you didn’t care what it looked like.

“Will your best friend be home when we arrive?” She asked as you got inside the driver’s seat, sticking the key in the ignition.

“Soojung? She’ll be still in work. Remember I told she works at a department store?” It was adorable how excited she was to meet Soo. Your best friend’s head would be double the size soon, ego inflated.

“Mhmm,” Arin hummed responsively.

“She won’t be done until around 6.” You turned back to look at her, knowing your next sentence would make her day. “I think she wanted to get pizza for dinner. Would you like that?”

“YES!” Arin exclaimed immediately, eyes lighting up. “Soojung likes pizza too?”

With a chuckle, you started the vehicle up and started backing out of your spot, replying as you did so. “She does.” But in truth, the pizza tonight was Seokjin’s idea. He’d given you one of his bank cards to spend on the food bill with strict instructions to only feed her the doughy delicacy once this weekend. He knew what she was like – you both did. She’d eat pizza for breakfast, lunch and dinner if she could. If you suggested it tonight, then that was it. She’d be eating your menu come Saturday and Sunday.

“How far away is your house from the school?”

You’d lost count of how many questions she’d already asked you since you’d arrived to collect her. It was comical. Seokjin had not warned you about that, but your years of experience had told you to expect it. What was a kid without questions? You’d be worried if she was silent.

“Not too long.” You replied, glancing in the rear view mirror to see her happily looking out of the window. “When we get in, I’ll text daddy and see if he’s free to videocall.”

“Okay.”

You tried to stop the smile that wanted to break across your face at her nonchalance. “Do you miss him yet?”

With a brief shake of her head, still staring at the whizzing scenery outside she answered pretty simply. “Not really.”

This time you burst out laughing, unable to stop. She looked over at the noise, meeting your eyes in the mirror as you took a right turn, giggling along. “Don’t tell him though, Y/N. It might make him sad.”

“I won’t, Arin.” You reassured with another chuckle. “It can be our little secret.”

She settled in well that night, immediately warming to Soojung (who despite her lifelong insistence, was great with children). You thought perhaps Arin would begin to get homesick once it was time for bed, but after watching a movie you tucked her in and said goodnight. You thought she’d have trouble sleeping because she was in a strange bed but checking in on her twenty minutes later you found her fast asleep, hugging her rabbit plushie. You on the other hand got ready to share a bed with Soojung – the bed cover hogger…

The next day Arin had you awake at 6am. You already knew about her liveliness in the mornings, so it was no surprise. You’d been woken up countless times over the summer by a knock at Seokjin’s door, Arin’s voice calling out for him. On days you weren’t there she’d even barge in and jump on the bed. Where she got her energy from so early in the morning was a mystery. This morning however, she caught you on the way out of the bathroom. You’d been tossing and turning all night, wresting the covers from Soo. You’d thought about maybe taking a blanket and having an hours nap on the sofa, but there Arin was creeping out of your room, a smile on her face as she saw it was you.

There was no tempting her back to bed, so you sat her down at the table and made her some breakfast, snapping a picture to send to her father. (Captioned: Guess who had me up at 6am 😴) You had a few things planned today. Seokjin always made sure Arin was busy on the weekends, it was the only time he got to spend with her fully unless she was with her mom, especially now that she was back in school. Even if it was just something as simple as going to the park, he always made plans. So, to do your part and to keep her entertained, you were going to run by her house to make sure the rabbits were fine (fed and watered), then go to the mall. It was simple, yes, but you needed to get a few things anyway, and you promised after all that walking around you’d stop by the food court. Then she had to accompany you to the grocery store to get ingredients for tonight’s dinner.

She was pretty damn excited regardless. “I like going to the mall with mommy because daddy finds it boring,” she informed you as she picked out her clothes that you’d helped her unpack yesterday. That definitely sounded like Seokjin, you thought to yourself, laughing along with her. “Mommy told me that next weekend she’s going to take me shopping and buy me anyyy-thing I want.”

“That sounds like great fun,” you smiled, telling yourself you’d pretend you never heard that… Seokjin was keen not to spoil Arin so you didn’t think he’d be best pleased to find this out. “What do you want to buy?”

“Hmm. Something for Olive and Ariel, I think.”

You smiled again, admiring her caring nature. Her rabbits were the most well looked after in this entire country. She adored them. “I think they’ll really appreciate that.”

You continued helping Arin get ready first, and thankfully by the time you were done Soojung had risen. You left them watching cartoons together while you showered, eager to leave by 10am.

Arin you found out, didn’t just like the mall, she loved it very much. She was practically skipping around the place as she held your hand, helping you pick out the things you needed for your craft session with the students on Monday. While she was recommending paint colours to you, she surprised you with a confession. “I wish you were still my teacher, Y/N.”

“How come?” You asked gently.

She gave a tiny shrug. “I’d get to see you every day.”

Oh. You didn’t know what to say to that, touched at her matter-of-fact revelation. Instead you wrapped an arm around her shoulders, giving her a loving squeeze.

“But actually, maybe I wouldn’t like it.” She added as an afterthought. You waited, curious as to why she’d changed her mind so suddenly. “I’d have to call you Miss Y/L/N. I’d get too confused.”

You laughed, this child was far too funny for her own good. “Me too, Arin. It’s better this way, right?”

“Right,” she agreed with a nod.

“Y/N, this is pretty,” Arin cooed, calling your attention as you rounded the stand. You’d gotten everything you needed and were now browsing around some other stores. You’d let Arin pick a couple out, worrying she might be getting bored, and one of her choices had been Claire’s. She was holding up a charm bracelet.

“Very pretty,” you agreed.

And then she struck. “Can I have it?” She didn’t give you time to answer, eyes widening as she began to beg, voice soft and hopeful. “Please. Pretty please.”

You chuckled. You were practically immune to cute kids, so that wouldn’t work on you. However, she had been really well-behaved all morning, in your eyes she deserved a small treat. “You can. But just this one thing, okay?”

“Thank you, Y/N!” She squealed, rushing up to you. She gave your arm a squeeze. “I like you much better than daddy.”

“That will hurt his feelings,” you burst out laughing. She didn’t have to butter you up, you’d already said yes.

As you were paying the cashier, she wondered off to a stand of keychains, her eyes catching something instantly. “Oooh, pretty,” she purred and the cashier, a woman no more than a few years older than you, laughed.

“Best escape before she wants something else,” you joked, handing over some cash.

“My daughter is just the same. Kids, who’d have them, right? We’re glutton for punishment.” She joked.

“Oh, no, I’m –” You stopped yourself dead, unsure what to say. Had this woman just mistaken you for Arin’s mother? It definitely sounded that way. But just how could you correct her?

“Don’t get me wrong,” the cashier said, shaking her head. “They’re definitely worth it.”

You forced yourself to smile, feeling a little wooden, but the chuckle you got out sounded better. “Yeah, yeah they are.” You glanced over at Arin, thankfully she was too distracted by the abundance of cute animal keychains. You turned back and took your bag from the woman, trying to shake off how awkward you felt. “Thank you. Bye.”

Walking over to Arin you took her hand. “Hope to see you again soon,” the cashier called behind you and you gave a wave, telling Arin to do the same.

“Thank you,” she sang sweetly as she did so.

“So, something weird happened today,” you told Soojung as you prepared food, careful to keep your voice low even though Arin was well and truly distracted inside the living room. Taehyung was a master with children. The guy needed a career change immediately. You’d never heard Arin laugh so hard. She’d been in stitches for the last hour. You were worried she’d be way to hyperactive for bedtime once it came.

Soojung looked up from where she was chopping onion, interested as her eyebrow raised.

“The woman at Claire’s mistook me for Arin’s mother.”

Soojung scoffed, lifting her shoulders in a casual shrug. “I’m not surprised. It was bound to happen. It’s normal.” She added, reassuring you as she saw the look on your face. “People just naturally assume.”

“I guess…”

“What did you tell her?”

Your expression turned sheepish. “I just went along with it,” you confessed, placing spaghetti in a pan of bubbling water. You caught the look she gave you. “I didn’t know what to say!” It was the truth. “I’m her father’s girlfriend seemed too… I don’t know…” Too impersonal?

“That’s what you are though,” Soo snorted.

You gave up, knowing you were probably making a huge deal out of this. Was it that serious? Probably not. “I just felt awkward.”

“Because you hate correcting people, or because you didn’t like someone mistaking you for Arin’s mother,” your best friend pried.

“It’s definitely not that. It’s just…” You sighed. “How would Arin feel about it? What if she’d heard?”

Soojung shrugged. “She loves you. You’re great with her.”

That wasn’t the point you were trying to make. “It still might have upset her though. She adores her mom.” You weren’t trying to take Nana’s place and you didn’t want her to ever think that.

It was Soo’s turn to sigh, dropping the chopped onions into a fry pan. “Do you want my opinion?”

“Please,” you requested meekly.

“I think you’re looking way too much into it.” Obviously. “It’s not a big deal at all, and Arin didn’t hear anything so nothing to worry about.”

“You’re right,” you agreed, telling yourself to shake it off.

“Of course I am,” she quipped, rooting around in a cupboard now. She turned back, a can of tomatoes in her hand. “I’m sure Seokjin will be able to ease your mind with his sexy Dilf powers or whatever he calls them.”

“Shut up,” you groaned. You weren’t even sure if you were going to tell him. Like she kept saying, it wasn’t a big deal, right? It was an easy mistake to make. Probably happened all the time.

From inside the living room you heard Taehyung roar loudly, mimicking a lion (possibly) and Arin shrieked out his name, laughter exploding from her. “Quick, let’s get dinner ready as soon as possible.” Soojung begged, dramatic as always. “I’m scared Tae might be getting ideas. I’m too young for kids!”

The rest of the weekend went by smoothly. Despite the excitement levels that Saturday night brought, Arin was knocked out by 9pm. You, Soojung and Taehyung stayed up for another hour before he had to leave and then Soo made her way to bed, needing to wake up early tomorrow for work. That left you on the couch, awaiting Seokjin’s video call. He’d already called once today, but Arin was so hyped, talking a mile a minute about her day, you couldn’t get a word in edgeways. (Neither could he.) You were thankful for some alone time. You were missing him. He’d gone away on business trips a couple of times in the summer but it didn’t mean you’d get used to it. You both talked about your day, and you decided there and then not to tell him about the Claire’s “incident.” Soojung was right, it was no big deal. It was a common misunderstanding, one you’d probably made unknowingly before too. After you’d said your goodbyes you went to bed, already strategizing how you were going to steal the covers back from Soojung. As much as you’d enjoyed looking after Arin, you couldn’t wait to have your own bed back. Sharing with your bestie was torture. Taehyung was an admirable man.

Sunday was a chillout day, although Arin still had you awake at 6am. You made her breakfast, watched some cartoons and shared turns on her Switch before you both got ready for the day. You checked in on Olive and Ariel briefly before driving back to your place. There was a park nearby and you promised you’d take her. The weather was still warm despite September trickling by. It was crazy how fast this year had gone, autumn already nearly here. For the rest of the day you both relaxed in front of the TV, waiting until Soojung was home to watch a movie, and then you made dinner. Seokjin was due back around 7pm, so you made sure all of Arin’s things were packed up ready to go. It was just gone eight when he turned up at your door. Arin had already passed out on the sofa after her hot chocolate so he couldn’t stay long. You thought with how entertaining this weekend had been it had finally all caught up with her.

“Are you sure you don’t want to spend the night?” He asked, careful to keep his voice down as he strapped Arin inside his car. (Still sleeping.) You’d followed him out as he carried her towards the vehicle, wanting to say your goodbyes.

He straightened up, closing the car door as he stepped closer to you. You rubbed his arm. “You must be exhausted.”

“Don’t baby me.” Reaching forward, he wrapped his arms around you, squishing your arms to your side. “I missed you.”

You hummed, pressing your lips to his, careful to keep your voice a whisper. “Your dick missed me.”

He scoffed in disbelief but couldn’t argue. “That’s…not a lie. My heart missed you too though.”

“How sweet,” you joked, but couldn’t keep your charade up for much longer. “I missed you too.” This time the press of your mouth was much firmer. He matched it, letting you slip your arms around his sides, holding him too.

“Tomorrow, then?” He asked hopefully, tip of his tongue wetting his bottom lip slightly as he pulled away. “I know it’s a school night but I swear I only get a good night’s sleep lying next to you.”

Laughing, you nodded your head. “Tomorrow.” You agreed wholeheartedly. Sleeping alone was no fun anymore.

He captured your mouth again, humming happily. “Can’t wait.”

The following weekend Arin was with her mom so you and Seokjin had the entire weekend to yourselves. Saturday was busy, you’d both probably been a little too ambitious when you’d decided to cram as many different activities as you could into the day, but it was too good of an opportunity to pass up. You didn’t get many days to spend together likes this; walking hand in hand as you explored the local market, having brunch together, checking out a new museum exhibit, watching a movie at the theatre… You treasured days like these. And what better way to end one with? Jacuzzi time!

Seokjin’s jacuzzi was fast becoming one of life’s staples lately. Who were you? A changed woman, that’s who. This was your favourite space in Seokjin’s garden(s). An area of decking, solar lights draped over the sleek fencing. In the middle was the jacuzzi, set into the wood. Now that the nights were drawing in, it was especially cosy out here, summer holding on for just a little bit longer as the weather stayed quite warm. It wouldn’t be like this for long so you had to make the most of it right now.

You were sat inside the jacuzzi, water gently bubbling around you as you gazed up at the stars that had just started to appear when you heard Seokjin emerging from the house. His footsteps sounded against the wooden steps as he made his way towards you. You didn’t bother looking but when he didn’t join you straight away, you glanced over curiously. To be met with a rather naked boyfriend.

“What are you doing?!” You exclaimed, eyes bugging out.

He grinned. It was hardly innocent. “Jacuzzi’s are much more enjoyable naked, didn’t you know?”

You tsked, watching him climb into the tub and make his way over to you. His mouth was immediately on yours, arms around your waist as he tugged for you to stand up. This wasn’t just any type of kiss. Like you’d said before, you knew Seokjin very well by now, and besides, you’d already noticed his dick was half aroused as he stood above you… He had a plan.

On cue, he broke away, corners of his plump lips tugging upwards with a suggestion.

“Join me?”

“Seokjin…” You warned, voice low, hands grazing the tops of his arms. He couldn’t be serious.

“No one can see us,” he reassured you with a wider smile.

You mean, he was correct. This time you let your hands make their way to his shoulders, massaging them lightly. “You’re crazy.”

“Yeah, crazy for you,” he smirked, leaning in to kiss you once again. His lips were slow, coaxing. Even more so as they made their way down your jaw and to your neck. You keened into his touch, his hands grazing down your sides, fingers toying with the sides of your bikini bottoms. “C’mon…” He sunk his teeth into your skin gently and you whined. “I know you want to.” You did indeed. Very much so. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed, voice suddenly hoarse. You cleared your throat just as his fingers began to untie the strings of your bra, mouth still peppering your neck with kisses. Until that was your chest was bare, and then his lips were wrapped around one nipple, water rippling with the sudden movement. You moaned as quietly as you could, wanting to encourage him because it felt good, but also nervous as hell because you were outside. You didn’t care if there was no one around for a good mile, you were still out in the open.

Cupping your breasts in his palms he gazed down at them, sighing dreamily. “Have I ever told you how much I love your tits?”

You raised an eyebrow. “One. Don’t be so crude.” (Not that you didn’t like it.) “And two. Yes, yes you have.” You broke off with a laugh, reaching for him to mesh your mouths together. He couldn’t help but chuckle too, but elsewhere he had a hand down your bikini to grab your ass.

“What’s gotten – Seokjin!” You practically roared, cutting yourself off as he suddenly dived down into the water, fully submerged, hands attempting to tear your bottoms off. “What are you doing,” you giggled, clinging to his back as you tried to stay upright. He had one of your ankles in his hand, wrestling with the fabric.

A few moments later he arose successful, flicking his head back to stop his wet hair from dripping in his eyes. He pushed it back further with his hands, forehead now devastating, skin glistening with water droplets. You heart stilled, he looked gorgeous – and naughty. Behind him your bikini bottoms floated to the surface. A smirk spread across his face as he finally replied. “Getting you naked.” And then he was on you.

He kissed you hungrily, his erection pressed up against you, hot and eager now, just like his tongue. Your fingers threaded through his wet locks, letting him push his body weight into you until the backs of your legs hit the seat.

“Up here for me,” he pulled away briefly, command light, tapping his hand against the deck behind you. You let him slip his hands around your hips and lift you up, legs spread to accommodate his body, feet still in the water atop of the seat.

“You’re not too cold?” He made sure to ask, concerned despite being ravenous. You shook your head, desire for him enough despite the night air cooling the water against your skin. Satisfied he immediately dove in, leaning forward to place a kiss against your wetness. You pulsed against the touch, moving back on your elbows to get comfier just as his tongue came out and flicked against your clit. Suddenly you didn’t care that you were outside.

From up here you had a great view of the expanse of his broad, wet back, muscles rippling as he ate you out. You moaned softly, running a hand through his hair, gaze falling to his face. His eyes were closed, water droplets caught in his dark eyebrows and as if he could feel your eyes watching him, he looked up, smirking against you before he sucked the sensitive bud into his mouth, actions growing more eager as he heard you go crazy for it.

He knew your body well, which is why he cruelly held off slipping a finger inside of you. Actually, on second thought, he knew damn well that the second he did so, your orgasm would soon follow. It wasn’t hard to tease your body, to control it how he wanted. As soon as you felt his middle digit push inside, you clenched around it, hips bucking into Seokjin’s face as a stifled cry forced its way out of your mouth. He grunted, inserting another finger, curling and uncurling them as his other hand gripped your hip, trying his best to keep you still. It was no use, you were a woman possessed, pleasure beginning to hurtle through your body at an alarming rate. You stretched out, fingers of one hand sliding along the wood beneath you, desperately trying to cling onto something as you moaned uncontrollably. Seokjin hummed along, encouraging you, coaxing the orgasm through your body. With each wave your breath shuddered harder.

You only started coming to when you felt his fingers slip out of you, his tongue ceasing, mouth now at your inner thigh, kissing you wetly, passionately. Your hands reached for him, wanting him close, but he was already on it, straightening up to meet your mouth. “I need you,” he breathed. You could taste yourself, it was intoxicating. “Here.”

“Here?!” You exclaimed weakly, unfocused eyes trying to concentrate on his face.

He kissed you once more, moaning a little. “Yeah.” His hands wrapped around your hips, lifting you further up the decking before he climbed out of the water and crawled over your body, reaching for something behind you. “Look – let’s use this.” He had a beach towel in his hand, the one you’d left draped over one of the wicker chairs, and he hurriedly laid it out, pressing you into it to kiss you again. His cock was hard and wet, bobbing against your inner thighs.

“Are you sure you’re not cold?” He asked, wet hair now having fallen in his eyes.

You cupped his face, nodding your head as you leaned up. You were still thrumming from your high. “Yes.” Your tongue curled against his open mouth, slipping in to meet his own. The kiss was messy, distracted, as he spread your legs, hooking one up under your thigh.

Breaking away from your mouth, he straightened his back and aligned himself at your entrance, needing no hands he was so erect. You clung to his shoulders, waiting for the first thrust. His skin was still dotted with water droplets. “I’m too impatient, baby,” he told you simply, and then he pushed inside.

Slowly, savouring the feeling of your walls stretching around him, both of you gasping as he bottomed out. With a slow thrust he groaned. “You feel like heaven.” As he leaned in to kiss you, he noticed you trying to hold back a giggle. “What?”

You burst. “That was so cheesy.”

Chuckling, he kissed you again, tips of his ears turning red. “Don’t laugh at me.” You snorted, unable to help it, reaching for him in silent apology, despite laughter still escaping you. “Seriously, stoppp,” he whined, dropping his head.

You grinned. “Or what?”

That got his attention. Looking up, his top lip twitched. His hand cupped your face, thumb brushing over your lips. “I’ll have to teach you a lesson,” he murmured, voice an octave lower. You opened up, sucking the digit into your mouth, looking up at him knowingly. He knew what you were thinking. That didn’t sound so bad.

“My mistake.” He smiled, gaze intense as he pulled away, his thumb leaving you with a silent pop. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you?”

You were seconds away from agreeing but became distracted, watching him lift both legs up by the back of your thighs now, hiking them above his shoulders. He dick slipped so deep you choked, feeling so full you didn’t know what to do.

“S-seokjin,” you panicked, your hands clutching his arms.

He cocked his head to the side, voice soft. “Trust me?”

You nodded, something already so addicting about feeling him inside you like this. You felt beyond sensitive, beginning to tremble as he slowly thrust in and out of you, bringing the tip of his cock almost all the way out before sinking back into your warmth. You moaned out, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes with a pleasure so overwhelming. He sped up, going harder now that he was certain you were enjoying yourself, wet squelches sounding along with your moans and his grunts. You loved watching him fuck you like this, towering down over you, the wet spikes of hair falling down around his face, fucking you with his entire body weight, your ass sliding back and forth against the towel.

However, you also loved kissing him. Holding him as he thrust inside, keeping him to you.

“Seokjin,” you breathed, voice tight, hands reaching for him. He got the message, easing your legs to the ground carefully as he took one of your hands and brought it up to his mouth, kissing it tenderly, your name slipping from his lips, breathless and husky.

He moved closer, capturing your lips eagerly and you hooked your legs around his waist, clinging to the back of his neck in the process as your hips jutted up to meet each roll of his own. You were both panting by now, grunts of exertion slipping from your mouths as you continued to make out. His movements were messier, wet bodies pressed up close, enough to provide enough friction for a second orgasm.

“Ah… I’m close,” he panted, mouth grazing down your throat as he attempted to keep the same momentum.

“M-me too.”

That spurred him on, hips snapping into yours with a cry, newfound determination, lips pressing into yours once more. You came together, out of breath and quite sweaty, but mouths unrelenting. You’d never get enough of kissing him. It was addictive – especially like this.

Spent, he slid out of your dampness naturally, having grown flaccid, kissing you slowly now, indulgently, until he was moving south, capturing your left breast in his mouth, tongue encircling your nipple. You shuddered as he pulled back, one of his hands cupping the right breast to give that a parting kiss too. It wouldn’t be long before you started growing cold, but you were so content here you didn’t care.

Seokjin lifted his head up, gazing straight into your eyes. His were warm and soft, drunk on your beauty (or so he would say). “I want to give you the world,” he breathed, sealing his confession with a press of his mouth.

Your heart swelled, heat prickling your skin and you clung to him. But despite that, you felt the need to joke around. Call it a defence mechanism, who knew. “Men are so weak,” you chuckled, running your fingers through his hair to pull it back, revealing his face again. The tips had already started to dry. “Let them cum inside you and they’re like putty in your hands.”

He laughed too, genuinely amused, but his eyes were still soft and he leaned into your touch, content with the way you held his face now. “I mean it though,” he whispered. “Tell me what you want. Anything. I’ll make it happen.”

You raised an eyebrow. He was being ridiculous, acting drunk. Still, you were pretty simple. You didn’t have many wishes, many dreams. “I want to travel on a plane.”

It was his turn to lift an eyebrow, intrigued. “Like a private jet or?”

“No,” you giggled, “just a plane in general.” You kissed his nose. “You know I’ve never been out of the country before.”

“You want me to take you on vacation?” He hummed, turning suggestive pretty quickly. “A sexcation?”

“Seokjinn,” you whined, dropping your hands from his face.

He nudged his nose against yours playfully. “Well, of course there’ll be sex involved, but,” he grew serious, genuinely interested, “where do you want to go?”

“Hm, anywhere?”

“Anywhere,” he confirmed, adding, “unless it’s another planet, or the moon.”

You smiled, amused, yet deeply preoccupied now. Where did you want to go? What was your dream destination? You’d had one place in mind since you were a child. Running a hand down his bare chest you suddenly felt coy. “I want to visit Paris.”

He grinned. “France, Mademoiselle?”

You matched it. “Oui.”

“Done.” He kissed you, sealing the deal. “Let’s go there tonight.”

You burst out laughing at his idiocy. “I have school. You have work – a daughter!”

He laughed too, but he was distracted, gazing at you tenderly once more. He opened his mouth, about to say something but hesitated. Instead he smiled, nodding his head resolutely. “Okay, soon. Very soon.” He laughed when you squealed in excitement, bringing one of your hands to his lips. “I’m going to take you to the most romantic city on earth, baby.”

It was Sunday the next day, which meant only one thing. Lazy morning sex. It was his favourite, his time to indulge in all things beautiful and pleasurable he told you. (i.e. You). You’d grown used to his lame lines, he couldn’t help it, and deep down you secretly loved them. A man so shameless with his desire, his devotion. You really had hit the jackpot.

Sundays were also your excuse to just be lazy in general. You usually skipped breakfast in choice of an early lunch, but today you wanted to picnic outside. You knew in a week or so the weather would begin to change more drastically so this was your last chance. You made a reluctant Seokjin get out of bed and shower with you, ignoring his advances as you did so. He was like a dog in heat. Not that you usually complained, but today you really wanted to hit the grocery store before rush hour. Sundays were always busy.

A few hours later you had everything ready, outside in the spot that saw the most sun. It bleated down on you as you kneeled, arranging all the dishes across the blanket you’d placed down across the lawn.

“Oh, shoot. I forgot the salad.” Seokjin realised by the side of you. “I’ll be one sec, honey.” He kissed your cheek as he stood, smacking your ass playfully in the process. “Don’t start without me.”

“What will you do about it?” You called out to him, unable to help it.

“If you’re feeling brave, I guess you’ll find out.” He called back with a laugh, retreating into the house.

A good girl, you waited patiently, but then time started to tick on. One minute, then five… At ten you stood up with a sigh. Where was he? You had visions of the salad bowl on the floor smashed to smithereens. You made your way through the doors that led inside the back of the house. You past his study, calling his name. “Seokjin? Did you get lost?”

You were met with silence, which wasn’t surprising, his home was big after all. Down the corridor, closer to the kitchen you began to hear voices. Seokjin’s familiar rumble, although you couldn’t make it out, and then a louder, unfamiliar voice �� female. You followed the sound, realising it was coming from the living room nearest the front door. A sick feeling was slowly creeping its way up your throat, but you didn’t understand why. As you got closer your heart began to race, blood rushing through your ears. There was this sudden feeling of dread. It was so strong you could practically taste it, and you were so frazzled you couldn’t concentrate on the words you were hearing as you rounded the corner of the open door, although you did acknowledge them.

Immediately as you came into view you heard them loud and clear though. Directed at you.

“Oh, and this is her, right?”

They were coming from a woman, her dark eyes piercing into yours. She was beautiful, was your first thought. Tall and slim, with long black hair, so silky she could have come straight from a shampoo commercial. It reminded you of someone. Her hair just as dark and shiny. Arin.

At the thought of the child’s name, you looked down, spotting her beside the stranger, clinging to her hand, eyes wide and shiny with worried tears. Everything clicked into place then. Confusion clearing, yet the sick feeling got stronger. This wasn’t a stranger. It was Arin’s mother. Seokjin’s ex-wife. Nana. And she looked angry.

You glanced around, spotting Seokjin who was looking your way with apologetic eyes. His face looked torn. He murmured your name, stepping towards you, a protective hand reaching for your own. He held it tight, giving you a comforting squeeze. His palm was clammy.

“Yes, here she is!” Nana laughed harshly, needing no reply. It made you wince. Beside you Seokjin groaned quietly, rubbing his free hand across his face before he took a deep breath. As if he was gearing himself up.

You looked at Nana, chest a little tight, something heavy in your stomach. When your eyes locked the corners of her mouth curled upwards.

“The stepmom!” She sneered.

Written 2020 - 2021. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2021

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One Last Time 02 — Pjm. (M)

⇢ pairing: Jimin X Reader

⇢ Genre: Idol!Jimin, Exbf!Jimin, model!reader, sad au, fluff, tons of smut, angst

⇢ Synopsis: Your idol ex boyfriend Jimin cheated on you. You two have been broken up for a while now and the media has been keeping track of you and him. You’re trying to get over him, but the things that happen inbetween makes you re-think the entire breakup, and so does Jimin…

⇢ Song : xxxxx

⇢ Previous : 00 01

⇢ Word Count :

⇢ Warnings: dominant jimin, makeout sessions, this is honestly a sad angsty au, cheating, pregnancy, unprotected and protected sex, a bunch of sex, no really a LOT of sexual themes too, I know I’m forgetting some but sorry in advance!

⇢ Copyright: please do NOT repost, translate, or modify my works in any way, shape or form, on any platform. If found doing so , it is considered as plagiarism and appropriate LEGAL action will be taken

⇢ Authors note: This is my mini series for the summer! Get your tissues, things to take your anger out on, and sit back and watch the drama unfold. Shall we begin?

Your eyes shoot open, chest heaving heavily as you let out a blood curdling scream. Not this again. The same dream over and over again each night. It leaves you sleepless. The time on the clock on your nightstand reads 3:04 am. Just only four hours ago is when you fell asleep. But a full night’s sleep hasn’t happened for a year so why would it matter anyways.

Once you catch your breath you unplug your phone from the charger and read some of the notifications. From your window, the night-time critters sing their songs along with the persistant owl that’s somewhere around the apartment complex. You’d only noticed him, the owl, just a few months ago when your cat started meowing with his hoots.

A missed call from your uncle.

Immediately you unlock your phone and dial the number. Bringing your index finger to your mouth you gently nip on it waiting for it to answer, The rings are agonizing to you. If something has happened you only wish and pray it wasn’t as bad as you think. He’s the only parental figure left in your life.

‘‘ Princess! Hello I was just calling to speak to you earlier. But I realized you are five hours ahead of me and you had probably went to sleep.’‘

His soothing voice calms your emotions making you let out a tiny breath of air. Thank god.

‘’Hey Charlie.” You sigh. Looking towards your left, you spot Clara purring quietly next to you. You can’t help but to smile while bringing a hand over to rub her head with your thumb. She’s so small under the shining moonlight from your window.

Her white coat shines brightly amongst her, making you remember the first night you had brought her home. All she did was sleep, and it worried you because you had no prior expierence caring for anything, let alone a small animal. Clara only drank kitten milk and slept back then. Occasionally being awake enough to nip at your fingers whenever you pet or touched her.

Now she’s a bit bigger and walks around the apartment like she owns the place. Quite the little attitude she has, but its too damn cute for you to scold her whenever she does something wrong.

“ Yes I did fall asleep from after a gathering at someone’s house.’’ You continue on, bringing your knees to your chest after opening the curtain of your window fully.

The moons brightness illuminates the entire room, but not so bright for you to complain though. ‘’ Oh- was it Jimin’s? Tell him I said hell-’’

You bite your lip hard at his name. He doesn’t know and you wont even dare to let him know. Knowing him, your uncle would have a fit and oppose to come back to Seoul to ‘set the record straight.’ to Jimin. That’s the last thing you want to do, cause trouble.

‘‘ It was his brother’s house warming party.” You say, lowering your tone in your voice. You look at the nightstand for a couple of seconds just before opening the top drawer of the wooden, polished piece. Your hands shakily pull out a picture of you two together.

It was taken at Marne-la-Vallée, France right infront of Cinderella’s castle. That was the day that you and Jimin had to went to Disneyland in Paris, France. You cant help but to think, with the picture in hand, that it was one of the best nights ever. It was also the same night your virginity was taken.

‘‘ Oh.. I know that tone. Are you two arguing at the moment.”

You shrug, “ I mean you could say that.’’

No you cant.

‘‘ Alright alright I won’t talk more of him. Let’s change the subject.” He chuckles deeply into the phone.

‘‘ How’s Europe? Anything new happening on base?”

‘‘ Same old Same old. It’s been what? 2 years since I’ve left Seoul? The food is different over here. They don’t have kimchi pancakes sadly.”

You can only imagine the frowny face he makes at you whenever he doesn’t approve or like something. It always turns out to be funny.

You giggle into the phone shaking your head slightly, “ Of course. You are in Europe Charlie. Where are you getting food from anyway if you are on base?’’

‘‘ I can go off base to a certain mileage when I am off duty. I just have to report back in time. But you do know that you can always come live on base with me...’ He trails off.

Oh boy. Here he goes. He’s always talking about moving you on base with him. Hell, he’s been talking about it since before he had to go to be based in Europe. By then you were twenty years old and old enough to live by yourself. Growing up in Daegu, Korea since you were six, you felt as if Korea was home to you and you definately weren’t ready to leave yet.

Especially, after losing your parents here. Around eight years old, your aunt and mother were on the way to pick up your father from the airport. With your mom and dad also being military and based in Korea with your dad’s bestfriend, your uncle Charlie, your father had been called to take military leave to go and be based in Korea for the National Guard.

On the way back from the airport, a drunk driver had struck the car knocking them off the road and colliding head first into the railing of the bridge. All bodies were reported dead upon collision, including your aunt. Charlie didn’t take the news well at all, and so did you. Only eight years old and still a bit new to a foreign country. It was devistating for you and Charlie. Charlie did what was right and stepped up to be your legal guardian while taking some time off from the military. Till this day, he treats you like his sacred little daughter and you can’t ask for anyone better than him.

“You are old enough to live on your own and housing is avail-”

You jump at his voice on the line again, being too spaced out from the tragic memory. Before he can go on any longer you cut him off. ‘‘ Im fine with the apartment you left me. Im paying the bills on time and taking good care of it.”

‘‘ Alright fine. But that option is always available you hear me? I will always be ready for you to come with me.’’

‘‘ Okay Charlie” You groan.

‘‘ Alright.. sweetie it’s getting late on this side and it’s already 3 am on your side. Get some sleep okay? Don’t you have a model shoot thingy or something? You have those a lot.’‘

‘‘ Yes i actually do in a couple of hours. It’s been a while since I’ve did a shoot. Please eat and sleep well. Don’t injure yourself.’‘

‘‘ I promise. You promise to do the same right?’‘ He says, rustling movements are in the background.

‘‘ Yes I promise. Good night sleep tight..’‘ You smile as you wait for him to finish the rest.

He chuckles one last time on the other end, ‘‘I’ll always love you, goodnight‘’

Beep Beep Beep

You in a racy light pink lingerie with white duvets and sheets is the concept of your comeback. It’s supposed to symbolize the “Night After’’. Camera’s click and directors yell and praise you in your subtle yet damaging moves and facial expressions. You want.. no need for this comeback to be successful. Not only did your manager schedule this, but she is making sure that they release this same very day.

Nobody in this company’s industry has ever did this before. But you, you are sort of the special one. The special foreigner as they say. It’s not like you don’t like it but you don’t like that they label you as that. Stylists, employee’s hell even anybody who works there treat you as a princess. It’s not bad, but it’s just weird.

‘‘ One last one. Give me a sexy yet innocent look mama.’‘ Elliot, the director says, smiling wide at you.

You slip a finger into your mouth and do a little pout with your lips.

Elliot busts out into a roar of happiness with his hands clapping furiously. ‘‘That’s it mama yes! That’s just what we needed!’‘

Adjusting his microphone earpiece, he turns around to greet and thank everyone, ‘‘ Alright everybody this concludes our shooting! You all worked so hard today. Make it home safe, eat well.’‘

Finally. You sigh out in relief and close your eyes. It’s been a long day. Almost 6 hours of shooting. Three Videos, and five swap outfits for each session of shooting for the ‘’ Night After’’. As everyone heads out and starts cleaning up you bow your head slightly and thank them.

A stylist brings you a satin robe to cover yourself in. You thank her and put it on just before getting up from the bed and walking towards wardrobe. Once you are done putting on your clothes, your manager leads you straight out the exit. Outside awaits the car that drives you everywhere. Literally everywhere.

‘‘ Tomorrow somebody has put in a special request for you to appear as the main lead girl in their music video. It’s short notice and I told them I would have to bump some things around and notify you. But they are paying us and you good money to be in it.’‘

Money? Sounds like a plan.

‘‘ It’s fine. Who am I shooting for?’‘ You say, fluffing your hair just a little while inspecting yourself in the rear view mirror.

Your makeup is still intact with no ruins and the contacts they had given you suited you very well. A hazel with a slight bit of teal. Suddenly the car moves off into the busy streets of Seoul. You can’t help but to notice every couple that walks along the sidewalks. They seem so happy, glad to be around each other.

On the floor of the car lies your little mini backpack filled with all of your items and belongings. Picking it up, you begin to dig through it looking for some hand lotion to soothe your semi-dry hands. Once you find it you gently start to squeeze the tube.

‘‘ Kim Namjoon.’‘

You freeze. Namjoon? The same Namjoon from the group? Joonie? It’s been well… a year since you’ve seen him in person. Hell since you’ve seen all of Bangtan Sonyeondan together. Except for lastnight when Hoseok and.. that guy showed up.

You sigh already knowing the answer from the question you are about to ask.

‘‘ From…?’‘ You ask then put the lotion back in your bag. Slowly you rub your hands together to moisturize.

Your manager quickly flips through the daily planner, ‘‘ Bangtan Sonyeodan but this is for one of his mixtape songs.’‘

Thank goodness.

‘‘ That’s fine. What time will the car be arriving tomorrow?’‘

‘‘ 8 am on the dot. You need to be there by 8:30. I’ll be tending to one of my other models tomorrow so you will be alone. I can send som-’‘

‘‘ No no it’s truly okay. I know how to manage things myself. Besides, I learn from you.’‘ You reassure her with one of your winning smiles, laying your head on her shoulder.

‘‘ Aigoo what am I going to do with you?’‘

The day ends very well. The movies you’ve been watching have kept you occupied. But not occupied enough for you to keep crying at all the sad parts in the chick flicks. Breakups, someone had died, someone had even just spilled something onto the floor and that was enough to send you into tears.Only because when the main lead boy rushed to help clean it up, it reminded you of Jimin last-night helping Isabel.

‘’What is going on with myself.’’ You blow your nose into a tissue for what seemed like the thousandth time today. Clara lets out one of her meows beside you then goes back to grooming herself.

You place her onto your lap and begin to run your fingers through her fur over and over again. Such a soothing effect to you as you stare into space sulking in your thoughts.

Why is it that you weren’t enough for him? Why is it that every single little thing reminds you of him? You gave him your all and he gave you his but what happened? Where did you go wrong? Cooked, cleaned, satisfied his needs. You guys had even started to plan out what you wanted out of a family. When you wanted a baby and what you would name it. It was fun. The whole relationship was fun. Right until that scandal.

Ding.. Ding.. Ding.. DI-

You unlock your phone immediately to stop that annoying dinging noise. Not surprisingly it’s a text from Jeon Jungkook.

Kookie : Im coming over I’ll be there in exactly 3 minutes.

Kookie: Don’t think about leaving either.

Kookie: Im bringing someone with me.

Kookie: We need to have a serious talk babycheeks.

You roll your eyes at the nickname he’s given you. No matter how many times you tell him you want him to change it, he declines. There’s no point in asking anymore.

Why would he want to talk anyways and who is the person he’s bringing. Eh.. it might just be Ryan they seem to do everything together as a team.

As soon as you step foot out of your bed the sound the door clicking makes your head shoot up. How in the living hell does he know the password to your house? Rage takes over you. That’s something that you hate. When people invade your personal space. In this case, personal home.

‘‘ Jeon fucking Jungkook!’‘ You scream, abruptly stomping your feet all the way to and out your bedroom door. Suddenly you stop at the sight of the two faces staring back at you.

Jungkook’s expression holds a concerned yet upset face while the other just stands there calm and cool. But you on the other hand are way besides that level.

Your eyes must be filled with rage and the expression on your face is no good. How dare he disrespect you like that? Bringing him into your home, knowing the bad blood between you two. Oh, they both have something coming towards them. You begin to walk to them again making each step make the floor shake.

‘‘ Get out. Both of you. One you invade my personal private home..’‘

You grab both boys by their collars, making sure to grip the one on the right’s harder than usual. ‘‘ Two, you fucking invite him over here.’‘ You drag each of them towards the exit. Which is going good until Jungkook rips your hands away from his shirt and takes you over his shoulder.

You’ve had enough of him and his invasive ways. Pounding on his back with your fists, you make sure to scream into his ear. “ Put me the fuck down Jeon Jungko-”

You hiss at the stinging sensation on your ass. Did he just? Jimin stands there awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. You make sure to make eye contact with him and roll your eyes. Something that always had and will piss him off.

‘‘ Hush. I told you all of us needed to have a deep talk about you.’‘

Jungkook plops your frail body onto one side of the couch in which he sits next to you. He motions for Jimin to come sit across from the both of you but you aren’t having it.

‘‘ Don’t you do it.” You glare at him. Jungkook sighs harshly only to pluck your forehead two times. You whine and rub it with your index and middle finger.

Jungkook shakes his head in disapproval, ‘‘ When are you ever going to learn? Jimin sit down now.”

‘‘ Truthfully.. I feel as though I shouldn’t be here so-”

“ Good. Get out you are unwanted.” You snap back causing him to give you one of his long stares with no facial expression at all.

Jungkook glares at you just before getting up to throw his hands in the air full of disappointment. “ Enough! “

Yelling. Something else you don’t like to hear being done at yourself. You finally sit still and quite avoiding any eye contact with the both of them.

He sits back down and clears his throat. Jungkook gives Jimin a look before continuing on.

‘‘ I gathered us here to talk about you..”

‘‘ Why. Im fine. How many times do I have to say it. Im fine im fine im fine im fucking fine!’‘ You exclaim, getting more mad by the second. When will people accept this?

‘‘ Baby.. ’‘

Your eyes shoot up to him and his soft voice. You didn’t want to but you did because his voice to you is like candy that melts into your mouth.

‘‘ Don’t call me that. You have a girlfriend at-least be loyal to her rather than what you did to me.’‘

‘‘ Fuck is anybody going to just sit here and listen? Can we at-least get to the source of the problem? Huh?’‘ Jungkook leans back into the couch clearly pissed by your attitude.

Jimin’s the first to speak and holds a firm eye contact with you, almost daring you to break away from it.

‘‘ Fine. Im just going to cut straight to it then. Why are you so jealous? You aren’t okay at all. I seen the way you looked at us yesterday. You wanted to break down so bad but you didn’t. It looks like you’ve been dropping weight day by day why aren’t you eating well?’’

You’re taken a-back by his jealous comment. Although you are you just cannot admit it. You are jealous. You do want him back. You cant bear to see him with another girl but you. But the fact that Jimin is concerned makes you really hope. Just hope that there is something left of you still in his heart.

‘‘ Jealous? Jealous tuh.” You scoff, leaning into Jungkook’s arms where you rest his head on your chest. You only do this just to see Jimin’s reaction and by the look on his face he doesn’t enjoy that move one bit.

‘‘ Yes jealous. I mean why else would you put almond extra-

‘‘ Woah. No need to go there. We established that it was a so called accident lastnight.” Jungkook does finger quotes into the air and looks down at you.

You lift your head up and furrow your eyebrows in annoyance, “ So called? So you really believe that I did it on purpose. Wow Jungkook. Escort yourself out.’’

He sighs, wrapping his arms around you securly in hopes of you settling down a little, “ Honestly it’s not like that. I wasn’t there to see you bake them nor was I watching her eat it. Im just saying that you knew Jimin was coming and obviously his girlfriend was going to come too. It’s a little sketchy is all.”

There’s no fixing what he said. Him adding onto his explanation just made things sound worse than what he’s trying to say. You don’t have time to be ganged up on, nor like it at all. It’s best if they both just leave, to not turn nothing into something.

‘‘ Get out. Now. Before I call and tell Ryan what you said and then she’ll definitely deal with you.’‘ You say, removing yourself from off of him and onto the other side of the couch with your legs crossed.

Mad isn’t even the word to describe yourself right now. You’re just a mixture of all emotions.

Jungkook now looks of sorriness written all over his face. You bite your lip and shake your head while pointing towards the door. He sighs heavily and takes one last look at you while removing himself from the couch. You watch him slip on his coat and shoes.

Jimin gets up from his spot on the couch, ‘‘ I’ll be leav-”

‘‘ Sit down we aren’t done talking.”

He looks at you with his eyebrows furrowed, sitting back down slowly.

Jungkook keeps his head down as he wraps his blue scarf around his neck. Poor baby, but he shouldn’t of said it. “Please better yourself and talk it out with each-other. Im leaving.”

‘‘ Make it home safely.. Kookie.” You sigh once the door closes behind him. Now you’re here. Face to face with Park Jimin.

The same Jimin who cheated on you. The same Jimin you haven’t seen in a while. You take a few moments to take in his appearance. He seems to have re-gained his muscles that are peaking through his black, longsleeve shirt. His thighs are still thick, just like his luscious lips. Of course he changed his hair color to black. But who knows, he might change it again.

‘‘ You’ve been doing well?’‘ You say, voice low but enough for him to hear. You drop your eyes to your lap instead of keeping intact with his.

‘‘ Yes. But you have not. Im disappointed in you. Why are you doing this to yourself? Don’t do this because of me.”

‘‘ Jimin you don’t know the feeling. You don’t know how it feels to be left wondering why you weren’t good enough for someone. Why they had cheated on you. You don’t understand at all and wont ever.’‘ Your voice cracks on the last sentence and you an feel the lump in your throat become sore.

He bites his lip unsure of what to say next. Those words had hit him good inside. ‘‘ Im sorry. I truly am. But you know the reason why we had to end it. I fucked up bad and the media was making the scandal bigger and messier day by day. It was better to just call it off.’‘

One by one your tears start to drop. You nose begins it’s running trip but you sniffle it back up.

‘‘ You could of denied it. You know you could of made a statement and denied it. But you felt something for her didn’t you? Didn’t you?’‘ You semi-yell, sobs already starting to take it’s way over.

He bites his lip once again and ruffles his fingers through his hair, “ Baby..’’

You wipe your tears with your hands making your face even more puffy from the crying. “ I am jealous. I am I admit it Jimin. But do you know i have been suffering for one year and two months? I can’t sleep at night because im so used to your touch at night. I look at every couple in Seoul and think to myself, Dang they seem so happy. What’s their secret?’’

Jimin sits up, making eye contact with you with tears welling up into his eyes. It hurt’s you more than yourself to see him crying. It always has.

‘‘ Please don’t do that. Don’t do this to yourself. Please get help from someone to try and move on. Please. I don’t like to see or hear you make yourself suffer.’ He begs, getting up from his seat and coming towards you.

Jimin sits next to you, hesitantly opening his arms up to you. Would it be wrong to embrace him? He’s being too sincere, but thats what you want right? You decide to just do it, and lean into him only for him to pull you in closer into his chest.You just lay there crying and sobbing while he runs his fingers through your hair. You shouldn’t be doing this. He has a girlfriend. But it feels so right.

‘‘ What does she have that I don’t? Why couldn’t you love me the same way you love her “ You cry into his chest, soaking his shirt with your tears.

You’d been waiting for this moment to just let it out. Let everything out.

‘’ Please don’t make this harder than what it is right now. Just try and forget me and move on. Please.” Hypocritcal. How does he expect you to get over him when he’s the one whos holding you so tight right now. Soon enough his sniffles join yours in harmony.

You raise your head up and look him deep into the eyes while you wipe away his tears, “ Don’t cry Jimin. I’m the one supposed to be crying over you. Don’t cry.’’

He takes your hand away from his face and wraps his fist ontop of yours, “Please promise me you will move on okay?’’

You shake your head no, “ I can’t make that promise.”

He doesn’t say anything. He gently cradles you in his arms and lifts you up. You don’t think to where he is going. You just close your eyes and grab onto his shirt firmly not wanting to let go.

Soon enough you feel the cold sheets over your bed. He covers you in the duvet and leans down to your forehead. A kiss. Your fist is still locked onto his shirt in which he tries to pry it away but you don’t want to let him go. He sighs and raises his arms up as he takes off the shirt revealing an extra plain white wife beater under it. Taking your other hand, he wraps your hand into another fist onto the shirt to where both of your hands are holding onto it.

‘‘ Please better yourself for me baby. Sleep and eat well. “

Is all he says before turning off the lights and walking out your bedroom door. You can hear him putting on and zipping up his heavy coat but you just don’t make a sound.

The apartment door clicks and beeps letting you know he’s already gone.

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i-luvsang · 3 years

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nct dream reaction to their s/o rejecting their cuddles and kisses

request: @heartyyjeno requested “hello omg i need to check ur blog cause it looks really cute! can i get an nct dream reaction to their s/o refusing their cuddles and kisses?“ genre: fluff and a pinch of angst i guess?? warnings: none, let me know if there is a/n: thanks so much for the compliment and request! you’re too sweet! please enjoy :)

➳ mark

this kid is just hecka confused at first

like he goes to wrap his arms around your waist and you kinda just move out of his reach

and he’s like ????????

brushes it off at first

but when you move to avoid holding his hand he’s like

“well something’s clearly up”

gets kinda scared because he thinks he might have done something to piss you off or something like that

he has a very long internal battle about whether or not he should ask you about it

he feels like bringing it up might make him seem clingy

but he also just wants to make sure you’re okay

so in the end does ask about it

he asks very cautiously and hesitantly though

is just glad that he figures out why you were doing that and respects you and what you’re feeling like no matter what

➳ renjun

you’re just hanging out and when he first approaches you he tries to press a casual kiss on your cheek

lowkey offended when you reject it

but when he realizing that you’re avoiding skinship he’s just like “oh?” “what’s this?”

doesn’t actually say that out loud, but kinda just thinks “huh. that’s not normal”

doesn’t try to initiate physical contact after that

he kinda just assumes that you aren’t in the mood, maybe you had a bad day and don’t want that at the moment

he doesn’t want press it, so he mostly just leaves you be

might ask you if something’s up just in case he can help

if you brush it off he’ll continue to leave you be

but if it keeps going on after that day, he’ll get pretty concerned

because he’s not sure if you’re having a hard time and also starts to wonder if he’s done something wrong

so he approaches the subject very gently but won’t stop until you both come to an understanding :)

➳ jeno

lover boy notices right away especially if you dodge his kisses

because i mean you never avoid his kisses, for why would you

but today you did

and he’s hecka confused and also a bit of a sad boi

he’s like “why doe?”

and so he asks you after a few seconds

because he just wants to understand you

isn’t like overly direct or blunt about it

just is like “hey is everything alright, you don’t usually avoid my kisses like that

very soft and understanding

will fight anyone you made you feel sad if that’s the reason why you’re avoiding his kisses

especially if that person is himself

like he’d feel so bad if he did something that made you want to dodge his affection

you might have to cuddle him to make up for it lol

➳ haechan

he’s literally so offended

probably gets really annoyed lmao

and then he’s even more annoying and clingy than usual

i’m sorry guys; i absolutely adore hyuck but my gosh he’d be such a brat sometimes lmao

but after a while

honestly he just feels a little hurt

and he kinda just suddenly stops trying to cuddle you and goes off and just pouts

looks childish but really just feels bad because he thinks he may have over done it judging by the irritated look on your face

sucks up his pride and after a while goes and apologizes to you because he’s really just a big sweetie

is really glad to hear your explanation

even more glad to hear it wasn’t him in the first place that made you do that in the first place

is ecstatic if you let him cuddle you for the rest of the day

➳ jaemin

honestly at first he wasn’t too worried about it

only because sometimes he’s just so clingy that you’ve rejected his affection before

he’s a little pouty still

but then he gets big time worried because you keep rejecting him over and over again

and he’s worried for his baby cuz you’ve never acted like this before

he’s also a little bit worried that he’s been/is being too overbearing

overall just wants to make sure his baby is okay

so he asks you about it very gently

and makes sure to talk it out so that you both understand each other

asks you sweetly if he can kiss you

because gosh he just wants to love you and we all know his love language is through physical affection

and of course you say yes because who could say no

(also he’s giving you puppy eyes and he looks like he might die if he can’t kiss you right then and there)

➳ chenle

chenle absolutely loves hugging you

he’s not a suuuuper cuddly guy in the first place

but like i said he just loves big playful hugs

and so he’s a poor little sad (and very confused) boi who can’t figure out why you just rejected his hug

he just wants to give you a big squeeze and see you smile in they way you do every time he hugs you

but instead you pulled his arms off of you and he’s so sad

like please protecc him

he gets pretty pouty

and honestly isn’t too sure how to deal with it

like he doesn’t know how or if he should bring it up to you

so he hesitantly asks why you didn’t want him to hug you

is very relieved when he finally understands where you’re coming from

but he doesn’t initiate contact until you do

the baby is just beyond happy when you hug him tightly

i think he melted btw

➳ jisung

is absolutely terrified

definitely notices right away

especially because he doesn’t go for kisses or cuddles super often

so when you reject his adorable sweet kiss to your cheek (how could you omg)

he really just malfunctions and doesn’t know what the frick to do

or why the frick you did that

again, he’s just mortified because he’s absolutely positive that he did something terribly wrong

so he starts to avoid you because he doesn’t want to do anything else wrong (i’m sobbing leave me alone please protect him)

and so you’re like ???

why is he doing this??

and so you end up being the one who asks him why he’s avoiding you and sulking in the corner

and he’s like ?? “why were yOU avoiding me?? didn’t i do something awful??”

and you’re like “oH no no no, i’m sorry love” and you explain it to him and then you have to cuddle him for the rest of the day to make it up

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gale-gentlepenguin · 3 years

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Gale reviews: ML Season 4 episode 18 Wishmaker

-So basically career day for students. But there is like a fair for it.

-Chloé says she is rich and that it doesnt matter.

-Adrien has a crisis over what he wants to do. Confirmed that adrien only models because his dad asked him to.

-Adrien saying that Ladybug will eventually replace him... ( Oh hi rocketear, Optigami and Sentibubbler. The angst is still there

-Plagg being more successful cheering adrien up.

-Marinette felt sure until her kwami started questioning her purpose.

-So she goes to the Fair and Alec proves he is litterally an awful human being.

-Andre getting roasted! XD

-Well gotta give points for Andre the ice cream man. He really believes he has value.

-Andre just DECIMATED ALEC! WOW. I respect the Ice cream man now. i gotta move him off the list.

-Andre backstory revealed.

-Well Luka's voice got deeper in the english dub.

-Luka is an instrument maker? You know what that makes sense. Side note... He is like 15 right? Boy already has a career making instruments...

-Well this platonic Lukanette sure is interesting. He actually makes a decent Tikki. Maybe if he was a kwami it would be better

-Alec swinging in with a guitar app to roast Luka. Points on that one but My bet is it doesnt work

-Oh! Luka pulls out the Violin. So this was how it was confirmed

-OH MY KWAMI THE CRINGE OF THAT MONOLOGUE! But yea, Luka is right tho.

-And Alec showing cracks in the persona.

-Marinette impressed with Luka for a moment and Luka just like "Oh Adrien is right there."

-So now we get to Sad adrien

-This episode is sending mixed signals. I dont like it.

-Also Adrien's fear is legit

-Oh wow Lukadrinette moment. Is this going to be their version of loveater?

-Luka is basically the Andre of Music.

-Okay so he is listening to both.

-And he plays the violin. Well this was nice

-Alec just keeps taking the L's today. Point is if you are doing what you love, you cant let others shame you for loving it.

-Alec just had a breakdown. Dude... please give him a hug

-Shadowmoth you are doing that same s*** to your son

-PEOPLE! DONT JUST STAND THERE AND LET HIM GET AKUMATIZED!

-Wishmaker looks cool.

-A MAN TURNED INTO SANTA

-JAGGED'S CHILDHOOD DREAM WAS TO BE A CROCODILE. UNLESS SOMETHING TERRIBLE HAPPENS. This is amazing!

-GIANT ROBOT DREAM!

-Luka really prominent in this episode. I am on the fence on this

-Croc jagged doesnt know how to swim

-Chat noir takes down the robot.

-FIREMAN COWBOY!

-Someone wanted to be a cucumber... He got turned into a cucumber... That is the funniest s*** I have ever seen.

-Okay so the phrasing is Chat noir was confused on why Ladybug would get revealed if she got hit. Marinette admits to wanting to be the knitting fairy.

-Chat noir confessing he had no idea what he wanted to be. Just realized Chat noir really hasnt been making any jokes so far... Okay I am NOW CONCERNED

-Luka CHILLING WITH his crocodile dad is hilarious. "Dad Crocodiles know how to swim." "I didnt know that as a kid" DID THEY JUST EXPLAIN A PLOTHOLE AWAY!

-Viperion appears.

-I am getting a very bad feeling about this.

-OOO! They added sparks to the transformation. Cool.

-Wishmaker making a convincing arguement.

-Oh Luka screwed up

-And... Marinette just got exposed... Also the costume is adorable! But Luka knowing when it was his fault... WHAT THE FRIG?!

-AND LUKA NOW KNOWS ADRIENS IDENTITY!

-Also Adrien... sweetie. You deserve better than that dream

-So senti-adrien theory might hold more water than we thought.

-I am just gonna say it. Viperion... You SUCK TODAY.

-Luka outright LYING to Ladybug. HE KNOWS BOTH OF THEIR IDENTITES

-DINO HUGGIE!!! ITS LIKE A CAREBEAR BUT BETTER!

-And thats how they win.

-Wishmaker charm looks cool.

-Alec decides to make a new show.

-Dude... Luka F***ING LIED! Like I get why but... oh Kwami I have thoughts

-So no cap. ALEC'S new costume is amazing!

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Luka knowing BOTH OF THEIR IDENTITIES?! WHAT THE F***

I am pissed for both of my children.

Marinette put her trust in Luka and when she asked if he knew HE LIED TO HER. He basically knows who she is and thats a danger she cant predict. Luka doesnt have an akuma charm! Luka is a danger to her. HE SHOULD HAVE TOLD HER! WHAT HAPPENED TO HONESTY?! WHAT HAPPENED TO THE TRUTH MATTERS?! THIS ISNT A MATTER OF FEELINGS LUKA! THIS IS A MATTER THAT IS CONCERNING!

And Adrien. Adrien has yet to tell anyone his identity. And the first person to find out is someone he never told? This is even worse because LAST EPISODE! Adrien found out about Carapace and Rena Rouge. His faith in secret identities is going to be shattered.

Despite my emotions.

8/10

I am still iffy on him knowing tho

#ml #ml spoilers #WISHMAKER #I HAVE THOUGHTS #GALE REVIEWS

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please-buckme · 3 years

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A Broken Heart.

Lee Bodecker x fem!reader

Chapter 2

Chapter warnings: 18+ mentions of death, mentions of sex, cursing, Lee being an ass, angst, meninist behaviors

Chapter summary: You move back home after three years to find your heart still in shambles.

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3 Years Later

After moving a whole county away, Highland Ohio to be exact, you stayed for quite some time. Your aunt was amazing and the sweetest woman you’d ever known, and living with her was a breeze. She’d even gotten you a job at the auto shop her recently deceased husband left to her, which you loved. Life was good, for a while. You never had a reason to come home until your momma got sick.

For the past year you watched as your momma slowly faded away until the last week of April when she finally passed in her sleep. You were devastated, of course, but not only because of her death. She didn’t have much to her name besides a couple thousand in the bank and the house you’d left so long ago, which she left all to you.

The house was old. White paneling a faint tint of brown, grey shutters that were almost all off their hinges and rust anywhere you looked. It was a fixer upper and there’s no way you could sell it in its current condition. So, you decided to move back to Knockemstiff, just for the time being.

In all honesty, you’d grown to hate that town. Nothing but bad memories and any good memories you’d had were tarnished completely. So, once the house was decent enough to sell, you were out of there and back to the life you’d created in Highland.

Your aunt and you drove together in her pick up truck back to the house after your momma passed. She helped you unload your stuff and take things to the necessary rooms.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to stay? I can make my famous pancakes. I know you love’em.” She grinned.

“As tempting as that sounds, I’m fine. Please, I insist you go now before it gets dark.” You pull your aunt into a hug, a tight hug.

“I’m gonna miss havin’ you around, kiddo.” She sighed, her breath fanning over your neck.

“It’s only for a few months. I’ll be back to annoying you in no time, oldie.”

“Hey, I’m not old.” She laughed and pointed her finger at you sternly but still in a lighthearted way.

“And I’m not a kid.”

She laughed a little more then sighed, “Well, I guess I’ll head out. Call me if you need anything and don’t forget to go down to Billy’s tomorrow. He’s excited to bring you in.”

You smiled, “How could I forget? I need some sort of income to fix this craphole up.”

You walked your aunt to her car and waved her goodbye as she drove way. Your eyes welled up but you made sure not to cry in front of her or she’d never leave.

Once you went back in, you immediately got to work. Starting in the kitchen, you didn’t have much but a few coffee cups. The house was still occupied with your momma’s things and you were already dreading having to go through it all.

Things started to come together room by room as you worked most of the day away. You cleaned and rearranged things to your liking now that it was your house. It felt almost empowering to do what you want. You’d never lived alone so, in a way, this was an adventure as well.

You took your old room instead of the master, since that’s where your momma passed. It gave you goosebumps just thinking about and you knew you’d never get any sleep if you stayed in there. Your room wasn’t big but it was good enough for now and much better than sleeping in your momma’s death bed, hard pass.

You’d taken a seat on the couch with some tea you’d brewed up earlier that morning. This was the first time you sat down since arriving, and of course there’s a knock at the door.

“Whatever you’re selling, I promise you, I ain’t interested.” You shout, too exhausted to even attempt getting up.

The knocking continued, “Oh, for fucks sake.” You groaned under your breath and stood on your aching feet to tell them to fuck off in person. You opened the door, “did you not hear me the first time. I said-“

“Hi, Y/n” Lee greeted as he removed his hat.

You scoffed, “Can I help you with somethin’, Sheriff?”

Lee stood there, fiddling with the bill of his hat. His belly had gotten a little bigger and his cheeks had gotten a little chubbier, but you couldn’t help the hitch in your throat when his wedding ring caught your eye. Just a basic silver band, nothing special. But it still left a hollow pit in your stomach.

“I-“ he cleared his suddenly dry throat. “I heard you was back in town. Thought I’d come see for ma self if the rumors were true.”

“Welp, here I am. You can go now.”

“Y/n, I-“

“No, Lee, please. I’ve had a long day and I honestly don’t feel like talking to you right now. No, I take that back. I don’t feel like talking to you at all.”

“That’s a bit harsh, don’t you think, doll.” He grins.

“Goodbye, Sheriff.” You shut the door only to hear him holler at you from the other side.

“Still can’t say my name, huh, Doll? Boy, I really did a number on you, didn’t I?” Your heart sank at his words. It seemed your pain was a joke to him this whole time. You’d always pictured him crying alone like you were but clearly that was never the case. Y’all’s relationship didn’t seem one sided until you were the only one hurt by the fall out.

“Welcome home, Y/n.” He said before you heard his boots click against the porch as he left.

You took a deep breath as you backed away from the door. Tears rimmed your eyes and you scoffed aloud to yourself. After three years you still weren’t over him and you knew that. You didn’t know, however, that he’d still have such a hold on you. And by the way he reacted to how sensitive you were towards the situation still didn’t help the ever growing void that ran through your entire loveless body. The only man you ever loved looked at you as if you were a quick fuck and a punchline.

A tear burned against your cheek and you were quick to wipe it away. You swore to yourself that you’d never cry over that man again and you won’t, instead you decided it was time for a much needed bath.

The bath was scolding hot, just how you liked it, and you opened up a bottle of wine as a sort of reward for the work you’d done today. Once the water got cold and the wine ran out, you brushed your hand and teeth and went to bed.

The sun beamed down against your skin as you walked to the local auto shop where your aunt had set you up with another job. You were always good with numbers and they desperately needed someone on the books. Your job would be to look at their spending over the last few months and figure out some sort of budget. You did that for your aunt at her shop, so this didn’t worry you at all.

“Hi, you must be Billy.” You greet the owner, “I’m

y/n, Peggy’s niece.”

“Oh, yes. I’m glad you finally made it down.” He beamed, shaking your hand, “How long will you be here for?”

“I’m not sure, actually. Just until I get my house fixed up enough to sell.” You say, retracting your hand from his sweaty one.

“Ah, well as luck would have it, our secretary just quit on us last week, so there’s a position you’ll adjust to right fine.”

You scoffed, “Wait a minute. Did you say secretary?”

“Yeah. You need to get your hearing checked, Honey?” He grinned. What is it with the men in this town?!

“No, I heard you just fine. My problem is that I was supposed to be your Budget Holder, not a damn secretary.” Your face was turning a touch of pink as you became increasingly annoyed.

“That’s a man's job, sweetie. We don’t you blown a fuse tryin’ ta add up all them numbers, now do we?”

“You can’t be serious.” You say flatly.

“Look, it’s the only position we got. Take it or leave it.”

Everything in you wanted to March out of that shop and never go back again. A secretary's position is nothing to frown upon, but to only be offered it because you’re a woman was despicable. Sadly, you needed this job and it would only be for a few months. So, when you told him you’d take the job you swallowed every ounce of respect you had for yourself. Knockemstiff was truly the worst town in America.

“Sounds great. We’ll see you tomorrow for training. There’s no dress code but there are a few things you’ll need to know before starting. I’ll fill you in once we start your training tomorrow.” He shook your hand again, completely ignoring the furious grimace on your face.

“Great. See you tomorrow.” You mumbled, walking away so you didn’t ‘accidentally’ hit your new boss.

Before heading home you decided to stop and grab some things for the house. Being sick, your momma didn’t eat much besides soup, and there was an over abundance of vanilla flavored Ovaltine cans littering the kitchen counters, which you hated.

The second the doors opened, all eyes were on you. You even heard a faint gasp coming from the woman at the register. A smirk crept upon your face. These people's lives were so boring that they still aren’t over your breakup that happened so long ago. Rolling your eyes, you grabbed a cart and headed down the produce aisle.

Once you grabbed the vegetables you’d need for a stew, you headed towards the baking aisle. You need the ingredients for an upside down pineapple cake your momma used to make for you as a kid. Your aunt was coming into town on Saturday to lend a hand and celebrate her birthday. You told her to go have fun, but she insisted on spending her special day with you.

As you searched for the baking soda, you heard your name.

“Did you see Y/n’s back in town?” A lady with a high pitched voice whispered.

“I did. I just saw her. Poor thing. She’s probably still caught up on the sheriff. Prolly wish it was her that was on his arm instead of Laura-Jean.”

You rolled your eyes.

“I know it. Wouldn’t you, though? He’s so handsome.” The lady with the high patched voice giggled.

“Oh, hush! Don’t say things like that.” The other lady joined the high pitched one in whispered giggles. “Oh my goodness, here he comes.” She cleared her throat, “Afternoon, Sheriff.”

“Evenin’,Ladies. Y’all behavin’ yourselves?” You could hear the smirk in his voice.

They both giggled and in unison said, “Yes, Sheriff.”

“Oh give me a break.” You grimaced to yourself.

“Heard Y/n’s back in town.” The high pitched one spoke up. Your face burned. Why would they bring you up to him so bluntly like that? Everyone in this town was so unbelievably nosy.

“I- I heard. Actually just went to see her yesterday.” He said, clearing his throat.

“Uh-oh, the misses didn’t like that, I’m sure.” They giggled.

“Oh, no. She didn’t mind. I was just droppin’ by to give her my condolences about her momma dyin’. Then, she slammed the door in my face. I guess she’s still pretty upset with me.” He was pouting, trying to get some sort of sympathy. If you rolled your eyes any harder you thought they’d pop out of your head.

“Oh, you poor thing. Is there anything we can-“

Suddenly the baking soda slipped from your hand and scattered all other the floor in a puff of dust. “Shit, shit, shit.” You whispered to yourself.

“What was that?” One of the ladies asked.

“Excuse me, ladies.” Lee said. You could hear his boots clacking against the floor on there way over to you.

Shit.

You desperately wanted to run away but leaving this mess for someone to clean up wasn’t right, not even with the predicament you found yourself in. “Well, well, well,” Lee mocked as he rounded the corner. “Only here for less than a day and you’re already causin’ trouble.”

“Stay out of this, Bodecker.” You huff, trying to scoop the baking soda back into the card box it spilled from.

“Was you eavesdroppin’, girl?” He asked, kicking the soul of your shoe.

You scoffed, “Oh, please. I could give two shits what you say about me, Bodecker.”

He leaned in close, hovering over your left side. You heard him chuckle which startled you. He was so close. You could feel the familiar heat radiating from his body and smell that familiar cologne. His lips came down close to your ear. He licked them and then whispered, “If ya weren’t eavesdroppin’, how’d ya know I was talkin’ bout you, hm?”

Your eyes shuttered closed as he spoke, feeling his hot breath against your cheek. His deep southern drawl always made you weak. It took you back to those times in the back of the cruiser. He whispered such dirty praises in your ear when you would ride his cock. Those dirty words that could make you cum in seconds.

“You still with me, doll?” You felt him tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear.

You flitched and stood up, “I- don’t touch me and stop calling me doll, alright? I really don’t have time for your games today, sheriff, and I’m not even really sure what you’re playin’ at in the first place.”

He smirked, running a thumb across his lip, “Darlin, I think the only thing I ever played was you..”

“I-“ your breath hitched in the back of your throat, “I have to go.” You turned to walk away, leaving the mess you’d made and your cart behind. Your eyes welled up with tears again. You didn’t know the man that stood in front of you. Lee was nothing but good to you when you dated and now he’s the most hateful man you’d ever met. The man you loved had disappeared and there’s nothing you could do to bring him back, no matter how bad you wanted to. A tear stained your cheek as you sped through the aisle. You could hear Lee hollering for you to stop but you wouldn’t this time.

All the heartbreak and sorrow that you’d left behind was creeping its way back in. The sooner you sold the house and got the hell out of there, the better.

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wangxianficrecs · 3 years

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Sweeties, it’s time for

I’m In The Mood For A Fic Where…

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1. Ahhh mojo your blog makes my world go round and back and around again. [You’re so sweet!] I was wondering if you could help me out with your next "I'm in the mood for a fic where".. I'm looking for two types of fics

A) fics in which WWX regains his core somehow (either by working on it, divine intervention, core sharing, anything!!) I so desperately want my boy to have his precious and favourite sword back (◡ ω ◡)

B) fics where WWX (or LWJ) *almost* marries someone else.

Thank you for your help!!! (~￣³￣)~❤️ ~ @akyra-talanoa

1a.

nothing gold can stay by rikke (M, 10k, wangxian, my post)

❤️Ghosts Shouldn't by ShanaStoryteller (not rated [G], 15k, wangxian, my post)

the path to heaven / immortal wangxian by lightningalwaysreturns (E, 51k, wangxian)

Chimera by nirejseki (T, 18k, wangxian)

Righteous at a Cost by thunderwear (G, 21k, wangxian, my bookmark)

Different Paths to the Same Route by JustAWanderingBabbit (T, 184k, 3zun)

24 Hours by tailor31415 (E, 6k, wangxian)

Core-Thieving Hand by x_los (T, 5k, wangxian)

Field Trips with Wei Wuxian by antebunny (G, 43k, wangxian)

1b.

to swim through the fires by littledust (M, 37k, wangxian)

❤️Neatly Arranged by thunderwear (T, 46k, wangxian, my post)

Rebound Betrothal by mondengel (not rated (G), 2k, wangxian, my post)

History Will Call Us Wives by silvermarie (E, 17k, wangxian)

today was a smoking sky by typefortydeductions (E, 38k, wangxian)

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2. hello! any recs wangxian modern au/mpreg? please and thank you!

Here’s my mpreg post (mostly current) and also

Brilliant Mistake by brooklinegirl (E, 54k, wangxian, my bookmark)

Winter Moon, White Rabbit by nachttour (E, 62k, wangxian, WIP)

Stale Spice, Sandalwood, and Nests by Tyongslips (M, 18k, wangxian, WIP)

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3. Hello!! This might not be specific enough to find anything, but I was looking for modern wangxian fics that have a very distinct italicized 'oh' moments together? Like both of them or either of the pair doing something that makes them suddenly realize

every time we kiss i swear i could fly by sarahyyy (T, 3k, wangxian, my post)

【那夏天的我們】a stroke of fate by puddingcatbeans (G, 60k, wangxian)

not in so many words by jaws_3 (T, 18k, wangxian, my post)

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4. In the mood for fics where WWX is genuinely afraid of LWJ, believing that he will kill him/hurt him/cast him out/haul him back to Gusu for punishment; with emphasis on LWJ's reaction when he realizes and it hits him like a sack of bricks, and ideally on his efforts to regain WWX's trust. Not looking for something where LWJ really does wish WWX significant harm, but it's ok if he has well-intended ideas that he doesn't realize would hurt him. Any time period, canon version, or AU is good. Example: decay by antebunny.

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5. Hi there! First of all thank you for making such a helpful blog. I have been reading tons of great stories due to you. [I’m so glad!] Secondly I would love to read a fic (a) where lwj is a single dad and then meets wwx (b) Best modern au fics with lots of angst. Thanks!!! ~ @pastashouldbeeatenwithafork

5a.

❤️A Flower That Blooms In Adversity by thunderwear (M, 62k, wangxian, WIP, my post)

like wildflowers (we grow) by moonsteps (T, 80k, wangxian)

say it's here where our pieces fall in place by Lirelyn (E, 69k, wangxian)

plant a little happiness (let the roots run deep) by fleurdeliser (E, 48k, wangxian)

tear out the thread one by one from your skin (’til your bones feel embarrassed by all the attention) by lightningalwaysreturns (E, 41k, wangxian)

paint smears on sunny days by SnowshadowAO3 (E, 54k, wangxian)

love thy neighbor by wincechesters (M, 7k, wangxian)

No Need to Change a Tune by yeolinski (T, 10k, wangxian)

5b.

Tempo Rubato by Spodumene (E, 108, wangxian, my post)

A Sequence of Coming Outs by kippalittlefox (M, 24k, wangxian)

new york, i love you by Anonymous (T, 7k, wangxian)

leading tone by silencemostofall (G, 32, wangxian)

An Ocean Between Us by feenwitch (E, 11k, wangxian)

总有一天; a place to hide (can’t find one near) by yiqie (E, 76k, wangxian, *mind the tags!*)

me and you, always and forever by fyredancer (E, 150k, wangxian)

Momentum Deferred by DisasterBiAlert (T, 13k, wangxian, my post)

After the Final Rose by azurewaxwing (E, 55k, wangxian)

there's no promised goodbye here by Anonymous (T, 54k, wangxian)

defective requiems by Misila (M, 9k, wangxian)

❤️Common love isn't for us by feyburner (M, 8k, wangxian, my post)

twice by Misila (T, 8k, wangxian)

one good thing by Yuu_chi (T, 27k, wangxian, my post)

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6. Hey! Can you rec some fics with wangxian being in cloud recesses or modern au of college?? Thanks!

I have tags for #students at cloud recesses and #college/university au

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7. Would you happen to know any fics where lqr and wwx actually get along and have a good relationship? Lqr the scholar he is and wwx the inventor/genious ???? There are a lot of possibilities there. Thank you so much have a great day and stay hydrated!!!

❤️To have and to hold by Moominmammashandbag (M, 79k, wangxian, my post)

❤️to arrive late is better than not to arrive at all by Moominmammashandbag (M, 35k, wangxian, my post)

Just Say Yes by edenwolfie (M, 312k, wangxian)

Post-war baby! by like_a_bird_that_flew (E, 23k, wangxian, WIP)

Righteous at a Cost by thunderwear (G, 21k, wangxian, my bookmark)

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8. Hello! I love your fic recs and the hard work you do! I've discovered so many new favourites thanks to you! [Yay!] I was wondering if you know of any fics where they're shapeshifters or some such? Animals or wing-fics or something similar? ❤

I have an official tag for #animal transformation, and on my AO3 wangxian collection (which returns more search results than tumblr) here is the search for shapeshifter, and wingfic

over forests and mountains by beechtree (T, 9k, wangxian, WIP)

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9. hii do you know any fics that focus on lwj and lxc and their relation?? thanks <33

❤️Begotten by ecorie (G, 37k, wangxian, my post)

Brotherly Concern by Ibijau (G, 11k, wangxian, my post)

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10. hellooo! do you know any fics where jiang cheng finds a-yuan instead of lwj? thank you for all your recs btw, they're super helpful!!! [Thank you!]

grieve the living by Misila (M, 161k, wangxian)

Overflow the autumn pools by Mhalachai (T, 74k, jiang cheng & lan wangji)

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11. I love your blog! Thank you so much for all the wonderful recs! [Thank you!] I don't suppose you know of any fics where WWX is a non-human entity of some sort, but presents or is disguised as a human? (Or maybe he even thinks he is human?)

Cruise the tags mentioned above in #8, too.

❤️Spellbound by Latios (T, 37k, wangxian, my post)

When fish soar by mondengel (G, 2k, wangxian, my post)

Breathing Firestorm by ladyshadowdrake (M, 111k, wangxian)

flame and rust by cl410 (M, 29k, wangxian, WIP)

❤️The Tiger has Destroyed his Cage by updatebug (G, 55k, wangxian, my bookmark)

Magical Marriage Ribbons by starandrea (M, 376k, wangxian)

Ever Distant Shores by fuddy_duddy (rainier_day) (T, 69k wangxian, WIP)

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12. Hiii do you know any fics where wwx or lwj OR wangxian leave the cultivation world/retire/grow old together away from cultivation drama? Something like And They Have Escaped The Weight of Darkness by cosmicmilktea , All that is solid melts into air by huxiyi , and that fic where post resurrection wwx just decides to not bother with dafan mountain and opens a flower shop: focal, filler, and line by bosbie.

Dan Tian / Heaven by ArchiveWriter (T, 20k, wangxian, WIP)

The Slow Regard of Silent Things by Moonpuddles (T, 3k, wangxian)

Pair of Swallows, you and I~ by Moonpuddles (T, 13k, wangxian, series in progress)

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13. Hello! Do you know any fics where wangxian has some incompatibility issues/dysfunctional relationship that isnt because of canon typical one braincell wwx, but because of more structural things like their mental age gaps, how wwx will prolly hate cloud recesses after the honeymoon bliss is over etc. Generally fics that show wangxian having to work to build the relationship

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14. Hi! Any wangxian onlyfans au fics? I read For a Good Time, Call by ScarlettStorm and the ongoing sequel KILF (Knits I'd Like To Fuck in) and those were so good!!! I'd like to find more similar fics!

Temptation's Mask by threerings (E, 58k, wangxian, camboy wwx)

A ghost by the light of the phone by shibrogane (E, 10k, wangxian)

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15. Hey, do you have any fics where lxc doesn't like (or outright despises) wwx?

❤️to arrive late is better than not to arrive at all by Moominmammashandbag (M, 35k, wangxian, my post)

I don't like your boyfriend by lazulisong (G, 3k, wangxian, my post)

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16. Do you know of any fics where the Lan Elders (unsuccessfully) try to make Lan Zhan marry someone other than Wei Ying?

Lie Open To One Another by levament (M, 41k, wangxian, WIP)

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17. Hii! Do you know any fics that similar to Ardent Desires by crestre / Baby Of Mine by pupeez4eva ? I've been searching for it and want to read fics that similar to those so bad. I hope you and your followers can help me! Thankyouuu

The Trouble with Talismans: a Treatise on Time-Travel by Young Master Lan Xiaohui (Age 6) by stiltonbasket (G, 17k, wangxian, WIP)

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18. Do you know any wangxian fics where either one or both of them are models/actors/musicians/famous in some way?

The Fault in Our Stars by Vamillepudding (T, 18k, wangxian, my post)

Patient came so hard from prostate exam he kicked me in the dick by Hades_the_Blingking (e, 17k, wangxian, my post)

An ocean in a drop (not a drop in the ocean) by dea_liberty (E, 10k, RPF, yizhan, my post)

how to fall in love with a catfish: a guide by wei wuxian (disaster rat) by Anonymous (T, 55k, wangxian, my post)

Make It Count by wearing_tearing (E, 47k, wangxian, my bookmark)

❤️Love wakes me by dea_liberty (e, 46k, wangxian, my post)

life, drama and action by Akai__hana (G, 13k, wangxian)

call me, beep me by myung (T, 39k, wangxian)

Rest by sassybluee (T, 115k, wangxian)

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19. hello, i'm searching for a fic where wwx like... transmigrates into mdzs/cql? like i think there were a couple of them and but i can't find them for some reason?

Untitled. by c11to (M, 61k, wangxian, WIP)

#wangxian #mdzs #the untamed #wangxian fic finder #in the mood for a fic #i haven't read these unless noted #crowd-sourcing #fic finding #fic finder

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