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peachesofteal · 10 months

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I love me some angst and this baby trapped au is sustaining me!! But I gotta ask… what happens if darling just haves the baby then up and leaves in the middle of night?? Leaving Simon and Johnny to raise this baby they forced on her?? Or even worse (and forgive me for this) she dies in childbirth and then they finally have their baby but no darling…. They’re probably having some regrets about lying to her lol

This au has invaded my life and I can’t stop thinking about it. I’m hooked ❤️🪝

SEEK HELP. But don't, because I love you. And this.

Baby trap au / Darling left after discovering her tampered birth control 18+ Mature themes. Character death. Childbirth. Hurt absolutely no comfort.

It starts with the twinge in the lower part of your belly, off to the left side. You had woken up with it, on top of your usual sore back and stiff muscles, the everyday occurrences that seemed plague you consistently since the start of your third trimester. You were always hot, always tired, always crampy, grumpy, and generally... miserable.

You didn't mean to be, but being pregnant was a hardship in so many ways, and being pregnant with no one to help you, was even harder. It took its toll. Emotionally. Mentally. Physically. And now, by the ninth month... you were just so ready to be done with it.

You hadn't seen or talked to the guys since the day you walked out, the day you found that fucked up piece of foil, the day you realized what they did, and you left. You hated them for it. Hated them, for taking away your choice. Hated them, for trying to control your body. Hated them, for removing your autonomy.

At night, when you laid down to sleep, it was impossible not to feel other things, the longing, the loneliness, the love, that still lived in your heart for them, against all odds, the ache of missing them growing in your soul as your baby grew each month.

You were in an impossible situation. One you didn't know what do with it.

But today, you were preoccupied with the twinge. The twinge, that had bloomed into a full spasm of muscles across your belly, the twinge that had your boss insisting you go to hospital as soon as possible.

"Let us call an ambulance. I've had four kids! I know labor when I see it." She had hemmed and hawed while you told her it wasn't necessary, that you weren't even in active labor yet, and that you still felt totally okay.

"I'm fine." you had reassured her. "Walking is good for labor right? I'm just going to walk the three blocks and be fine."

Six hours later, you're in a bed with your legs in a pair of stirrups with a nurse by your side, holding your hand as your contractions get closer and closer, your body seizing and cramping with pain through each one, the sting getting worse and worse as the minutes tick on.

You're doing this. You're having a baby. Alone.

The realization shocks you, startles you into a moment of weird, zen like reflection, like everything is moving in slow motion around you, like nothing is progressing as you think about the fact that the guys aren't actually here, that you never did call them, that you never did tell them that you wanted to forgive them one day. That you wanted to talk to them. See them again.

That you wanted them to be here with you, for this, to see the birth of their daughter.

Another contraction rips through you and steals your breath, and you faintly hear the nurse telling you breathe while your body locks up in unmeasurable pain. Something prods between you legs, and then there's a voice saying you're fully dilated, and ready to push.

Ready? Now?

No. No... you can't. It's too fast. They're not here. They need to be here. You have to call them.

"Oh sweetheart, don't cry." The nurse speaks softly to you, but you can't help it. You want them. They were supposed to be here. They were supposed to be ones holding your hand, helping you, cutting the cord.

"We're going to push on the next contraction, okay?" Your doctor tells you, but you shake your head vehemently.

"No. I want my partners." you sob, and your nurse makes a sympathetic noise, while stroking some hair out of your face.

"You have to push." The nurse encourages, and pain streaks across your belly, sharp and insistent, forcing you to gasp for more air. "Ready? Push!" She tries to coach you, but you can't do it, can't even move, your body just writhing through the pain as your head spins and you pant. Your doctor says your name, kindly but somewhat stern after the contraction passes, and you moan.

"This baby is coming. You have to push." She says, and you know she's right, but you just can't get there in your mind, unable to consider the idea of her being born without Johnny or Simon being here.

"I want them." you sob, another spasm ripping through your body, forcing you to curl forward with an anguished shout. The nurse blots a cool, damp cloth against your head, while someone else on your other side adjusts your bed. There are people everywhere, all moving around in flurry, except for the doctor who's settling between your legs, eyes locking onto yours above your mask.

"There's no time dear." She says, and when you look up into your nurse's face, she seems sincere, encouraging and sweet, but you don't care. You want Johnny. You want Simon.

"P-please." You moan. "My phone- the passcode is 6669." The numbers come as a grunt when another contraction pulses through you. It's awful, burning, biting pain that shreds your belly, the muscles in your thighs, your back, everywhere, and you scream through it, while the two nurses on either side of you fold your legs back and the doctor coaches you to push.

"I can't!" You really can't. You can't do this without them. You don't even care about what they did anymore. You don't want to do this without them. They have to be here. "I can't, I ca-can't. Please, call Johnny. Or, or Simon." You pant, and eye the nervous looking aide that stands behind one of the nurses. "Call them!" You shout, and your sweet nurse gives him a nod, urging him into action as he fumbles with your phone and steps outside.

"Okay sweetheart. We're calling them, okay? But you have to push. Your body is ready." You shake your head, but you know she's right. You can feel your body bearing down, your muscles working inside of you, everything aligning so that you can have this baby.

It fills you with fear. Dread overcomes you, and when you feel the next contraction coming on, you begin to hyperventilate.

You can't have their baby without them.

"No... nonono-" You protest, like you're telling yourself, your own body, not to do what it was meant to do. It's useless however, because as your contraction peaks, your doctor is counting, and you can't help but push the way your body wants to, screaming your pain as loud as you can.

"Good job." She encourages once it passes, her eyes checking a tablet that's held in front of her face quickly, before returning her gaze back to you. "Okay, next one you're going to push for the full ten seconds okay? You can do it."

"I don't want to." You protest with a cry, and your nurse pats your hand sympathetically.

"I know, I know." She helps shift you forward, and then the next one is coming, and you feel like you're being torn apart, like your body is burning and being ripped in two as you push.

"I can see the head, you're almost there." Someone says, but you're not sure who it is, or if you care, your focus moving to one sole thing now, getting this baby out of your body as fast as you can. You breathe for maybe five seconds before the next wave begins, and then you're dropping your chin to your chest while you push with everything you have, voices in the room rising and falling, everything feeling too loud and too overwhelming, and then all of the sudden, there's a shifting inside of you, and then suddenly an overwhelming emptiness before-

a screaming, crying, shrieking baby is plopped onto your chest.

"There she is!" Your nurse calls, and you stare, slack jawed, unable to speak, unable to move while they cover her with a blanket and someone continues to work between your legs. "Congratulations mum!" The baby cries, and you lift a hand to cradle her closer while someone wipes around the top of her head.

"Hi, Bee... I'm your mom." you cry, and lower your lips to her head, placing a soft kiss on her skin while someone rubs her down. She cries, lungs healthy and full of power, and you laugh a little.

"Did you get a hold of them?" You ask him breathlessly, and he nods with a gulp.

"They're on their way." They're on their way. The words slam against your heart, and the feeling of relief is immense. They're coming. They're going to be here.

"Thank you." You hardly look at him, keeping your eyes on Bee, and her little angel face, perfect in every way.

The next few minutes pass in a blur. The doctor works on you, pressing on your stomach a few times in an awful way that hurts but is necessary, and then your bed is moved to a better position for sitting up. Bee is removed from your chest for measurements and a quick clean up, before she's placed back in your arms, freshly swaddled and soothed. You're mesmerized by her nose, her eyelashes, her tiny fingers that wrap around one of yours. Your baby, your daughter. The one you carried for nine months, the one that you went through so much heartache for, the one that you struggled so much for, was finally here. You wish they were here already, to see her, to see how precious she is, how amazing, and you sniffle through some tears when you realize you'll get to see the looks on both their faces when they see her for the first time, when they hold her.

You lift your hand to stroke the softness of her cheek, and frown, when it doesn't really cooperate... the limb feeling heavy and stiff, like it's not even really on your body. That's... weird. You try again, and again, with no success, and then you realize the room is kind of shifting, kind of spinning slightly, like you're dizzy.

"Uh-" You call out to the nurse who's on a laptop at the desk, her back partially turned towards you, and she glances over with a smile that quickly changes to a firm line when she rushes over. "I feel funny." You tell her, and she nods, the mechanics of the bed whirring while you're lowered completely flat. Bee cries, disrupted by the movement, and you want to shush her, soothe her, but the words don't come, and everything is very loud all of the sudden, bells, whistles, beeps and alarms going off at a frantic pace overtop the voices that have quickly filled the room.

"-ake the baby."

"too much-"

"hemmorage-"

The words come in clips, and your vision becomes filled with white dots as Bee is lifted off your chest, the arm that held her close to your body falling limply to your side. What's happening? You want to ask, want to scream it at them. Where are you taking her? She's crying in the nurse's arms, her distressed little face the last thing you see before your vision goes completely black, and you fade away.

"Drive fucking faster." Johnny shouts, and Simon squeezes his knee to try to calm him as best he can in this moment, even though the two of them are the farthest thing from being calm.

You were in labor, and you had actually called them. Simon's heart had soared when he answered the phone, telling the guy on the phone to tell you that they were on their way, that they'd be there soon while he and Johnny sprinted to the car. You had called them. You wanted them there.

"Tell her we love her!" He had huffed while fumbling with the keys. "We love her so much. We'll be there soon."

"Settle, Johnny." He's trying to keep Johnny calm, trying to keep himself calm, while also trying to drive as fast as possible to get to you.

"Aye, 'm sorry. I'm just... I can't wait to see her. I can't believe she called." Simon can't either. He can't believe that after eight months of being apart, eight months of wondering if they'd even ever see you again, it was them you were calling for when you needed someone, them that you wanted by your side.

It felt like a gift. It felt like a second chance.

"I hope she's okay." Johnny hedges, nervous tinge to his voice and Simon rubs his thigh to try to soothe him.

"I'm sure she's fine, babies are born all the time, yeah?"

"Yeah."

They rush the desk when they get there, both spitting out your name and the woman jerks backwards before adjusting, typing onto her keyboard to locate your record. A full minute passes, while the receptionist's brow furrows, and they both nearly explode.

"She should be here, we got a phone call." Johnny blurts.

"Should be in labor and delivery." Simon tries to provide, helpfully and they both stand there anxiously, while she taps away.

"Ah! Sorry, there she is. I've paged the L&D department, and someone will be down shortly. You can wait in those seats over there." She points to some arm chairs, and they both ignore the suggestion, opting to stand right in front of a set of doors.

"Mr. Riley? Mr MacTavish?" A female voice calls a few minutes later, and they nod, overeager as she approaches. A million questions bubble up in Simon's head, where are you, have you delivered yet, are you doing okay, how's the baby... but they all come to a screeching halt when the doctor gets close enough for him to read her face.

No.

"Can you come with me?"

"And there was just too much blood. Once the hemorrhaging started, it couldn't be controlled." Johnny hears what the doctor is saying. He can hear her, loud and clear. He copies her.

But he doesn't understand. His brain can't make the words fit, can't make them make sense. What does that mean? He glances at Simon, who doesn't look at him, just stares at the doctor, face stricken, pale as ash. Like he's seen a ghost. Like someone has died. But that can't be right.

"Alright." He says slowly. "But she's going to be okay?"

"Johnny." Simon croaks, and the doctor shakes her head.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. MacTavish. She's gone." Who's gone? Not you, obviously. What's going on here?

"No. No, no she can't be gone." Johnny protests. This doctor is clearly confused. "She just had someone call us. She's having... she's having a baby. Our baby. She's-" The doctor gives him a sad look, sympathetic and understanding. "No. She can't be gone, we just... we just got here. We-"

"Johnny." Simon says again and Johnny pivots on him.

"Tell her Si. Tell her, she's alright." Simon swings an arm forward, grabbing him by the collarbone, and holding on tight, pulling him close to his body.

It's only then, when Johnny looks up into Simon's face, and sees the tears there, sees those eyes, flooded, sees his cheeks, wet, his face full of turmoil and distress, that it really makes sense.

"No." He whispers. "No, she can't be." He shakes his head, and Simon tries to hold it still, tries to cradle his face in his palms. "Simon." He moans, word splitting into a cry, and then he's burying his face into Simon's neck, spilling hot tears onto his skin. Darling. Their Darling. Their Darling girl. Gone.

Because of them.

They did this.

Simon's body is shaking, shoulders trembling with his sobs, while he holds Johnny close, and Johnny screams into his chest, he screams and he screams until there's nothing left inside of him, every second ticking by bringing him farther and farther away from a time in his life when you still existed, when you were still in this world with them. And he wants it to stop, he wants it to stop so fucking bad but it won't, and he can't make it, he can't do anything, except stand here and scream, scream and beg and plead an unknown entity who's never given him anything good except for you and Simon.

They never got to tell you they still love you.

They didn't even get to say goodbye.

Hours later, they sit in a room with an empty bed, side by side, while a nurse stands in front of them with a tiny, sleeping baby wrapped in a blanket.

"This is your daughter." She tells them. "Her name is Bee."

"Bee." Johnny whispers, and she nods.

"Would you like to hold her?"

"Yes." Johnny says, but the word sounds flat, and he feels numb. The nurse places little Bee in his arms, while Simon watches, unblinking from where he sits right next to him. "Bee." He says again, looking down at her, truly looking at her for the first time. She looks so much like you, more like you than either of them, and he can't stop the tears that fall freely, while Simon reaches over and hesitantly strokes her cheek with a knuckle.

"She's beautiful." Simon whispers hoarsely, voice coarse with tears, and Johnny agrees. Johnny tries to stifle a sob, desperate not to wake Bee while she sleeps, but Simon can't stop himself, and he covers his face with his hand to try to smother his cry. "She looks just like her." Simon chokes, and Johnny's arms shake around where Bee is cradled. He leans to the side, into Simon, who wraps his arm around him immediately, holding Johnny while he holds their daughter, your daughter. They cannot stop their tears, their hearts cracking wide open in both of their chests as they stay down her, their only piece left of you in this world, the only thing they have left to cling to.

"You look just like your mum, baby Bee."

#tw pregnancy #baby trap au #tw childbirth #peaches asks #peaches writes #ghost x reader x soap #ghost x soap x reader

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loguetowns · 6 months

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to be young

roronoa zoro x reader

your boyfriend thinks he's got jokes

"let's burn it down" + zoro for anon

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a/n: it's fluff with very minimal plot (like absolutely none). also slightly ooc zoro? he's very lovey dovey and i'm not sorry about it

zoro knows he was a pain in the ass as a child. dragging his feet to do chores, loud-mouthing all the older kids, challenging kuina day and night for just one more battle - he knows he was a brat.

and, now, at the ripe age of 21, he likes to think that he's grown out of his childish ways. he's mature, seasoned by the hardships of adulthood - a promising young man, if you will.

"ha!" zoro snickers, "i made you look."

"you're so lame," you groan. "i don't know how you tricked me into thinking you were some playboy."

you knock his hand out of your face, but (like the playboy he is) in one smooth motion, he locks his fingers with yours.

"no tricks," he flashes you a grin reminiscent of your first meeting in that hole-in-the-wall bar. "a man can be both, you know?"

"don't i know it," you mumble. yet, for all your grumbling, there's a bashful smile tugging at the corner of your lips that reminds zoro of the moments before he kissed you in that hole-in-the-wall bar.

"anyway," you ignore the look of triumph on zoro's face. "as i was saying, that's my elementary school over there."

against the crimson sky, zoro follows your finger and spies a schoolhouse in the horizon. your other hand is still holding his, swinging in rhythm to his pace.

"that dinky little thing? can you even call that a school?"

"okay, not all of us grew up in a dojo with zen gardens and..." you motion in the air. "-and... meditation grounds."

zoro has to laugh at what you've come up with. his laughter bounces against the cobblestone streets, landing in every spot marked by the setting sun.

"meditation grounds?" he repeats. you scowl. "we didn't have any of those."

"no objections to the zen gardens, i see," you huff.

"they were nice! and i know you liked them. i heard you tell ol' man shimotsuki they were pretty," he pokes your cheek and you swat him away.

"well, here in this li'l town, we don't have any zen gardens but we do have a playground behind the church."

at this point, the schoolhouse has come into view, framed by the aforementioned church. it's got stained-glass windows that glimmer (like your eyes when you laugh) and there are flowers lining the fence (rosy like your cheeks when you blush).

around the back, zoro can spot the essentials of a playground - slide, swings, seesaw, and a carousel that looks like it's seen better days.

"oh, that's... nice."

"thanks for your enthusiasm, baby."

"you know what? you're welcome," he grins.

his sarcasm earns him one of your signature eye rolls, the one that says you're so annoying. and he responds with a devilish smile that says i know, but you love me.

carrying on, you motion towards the playground at the back of the church. "see that carousel? it flung me off this one time and i broke my knee."

he tries to picture a tiny you — baby fat in your cheeks, in a mismatched outfit, holding onto your bloody knee on the concrete. knowing how much of a crybaby you are now, he knows that you were probably bawling when it happened.

he wonders vaguely if you were also cursed with an ugly childhood haircut and snickers at the thought of it. unfortunate hair or not, he's sure of one thing — you must've been the most darling little kid.

"that's terrible," zoro tries not to laugh. "what a shitty thing for a carousel to do."

"right? i was so traumatized, that was the last time i ever rode it."

"should we teach it a lesson?"

the last time you saw zoro teach anybody a lesson, it ended with a bloody nose and a black eye. so it's with much confusion that you turn towards him with a knitted brow.

"what are you on about?"

"the carousel."

"what about it?"

"let's burn it down."

"burn it down," you repeat with an exasperated sigh and a loving smile. "are you crazy?"

he throws an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close. instinct has you tucking into him and, enveloped in his warmth and the scent of steel and mint soap, you find shelter in the spot next to his heart.

"crazy for you maybe," he says with a kiss on your head. "you know what could be fun though? we could go full scorched earth and burn the whole playground down."

"as romantic as arson sounds, i don't want to be complicit in your crimes."

"you're dating a pirate. fraternizing with a criminal doesn't exactly make you innocent."

you turn to zoro, looking up at him with your best doe-eyed look and the cutest pout you can muster (he almost kisses you right then and there in the middle of the square).

"but i'm too cute to go to jail."

that much is true, and zoro knows it more than anyone. you're cute when you're shy, cute when you're happy, and cute even when you're mad. in fact, how adorable you are is the one thing that zoro and that stupid cook can agree upon.

but your darling little heart belongs to him and he'll do anything to keep it in his hands - even if it means jail.

"i'd bail you out though," he rests his chin on your head.

"with what money?"

"hmm, good point. can i borrow some money?"

"are you gonna pay me back?"

"of course, i would never go back on my word."

"how good is the word of a dirty pirate though?"

zoro fakes an offended look, "i shower every day."

"mm, even so," you tap a finger against your chin, as if you're in deep consideration of your options. "i'll loan you the money but you'll have to pay interest."

"who's the crook now?" he chuckles. "okay, so what's the damage?"

"10 kisses per day," you declare. "compounding."

"easy. i'll even pay in advance for ya."

and before you can protest, zoro starts peppering every inch of your loveable face with kisses. he kisses you on your forehead and your cheek and your nose and along your jawline, ignoring your squeals and giggles. you couldn't even escape if you wanted too; he has you tight in his embrace, effectively trapped.

"stop!" you laugh. "i don't want your cooties."

"liar," he growls between kisses. "you want me so bad."

his barrage is relentless, lips brushing skin, as he gently edges you towards the corner around the back of the church. you land against the wall with a soft thud, cushioned by zoro's arms that are holding you so dear.

then, you sigh against him — a shy, little moan in the shadows — and, in this spot away from prying eyes, a switch flips inside him.

surely, he's exceeded his hypothetical debt but how could he stop now? not when his lips finally find yours, and his teasing turns into hunger for your cherry sweet kisses. he cages you between his arms, hands against cold stone, bracing himself as he takes more of you and gives more of himself.

"hah- zoro..."

he responds by leaving a trail of sweet nothings as he travels down to your neck, little confessions of love left on your skin. your hands travel up his arms and the way your fingertips kiss his skin leaves him dizzy.

but then, you suddenly break away and look over his shoulder with a quiet gasp and wide eyes. like an experienced fighter, zoro reacts with protective instinct.

"what? what's wrong?" he whips around but all he sees is an empty playground. hand still on his swords, he turns back toward you — only now you have a mischievous sparkle in your eye and a devious smile.

"made ya look," you cackle.

zoro's shoulders relax, but the absence of a real threat doesn't let you off the hook. he rounds on you, chuckling darkly.

"oh, you are so gonna get it."

and then the tickles start.

you squeal and he laughs, and you are both so, so in love. hiding away from the rest of the world, you giggle and kiss like two teenagers making out for the first time. zoro smiles against you as he appreciates the delightful irony of it all.

zoro's a fearsome pirate with a schoolboy crush and a love that leaves him with butterflies that he'll never admit to — but you know it anyway.

just like how you know his tough side, his soft side, his immature and kiddy side that still snickers when nami trips. the fact that you adore him for all these different parts means more to him than you'll ever know.

and whether zoro's a pain in the ass or not, a kid or an old man, 21 or 81 years old, he hopes that the way he feels about you will forever be timeless.

#zoro x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #roronoa zoro fluff #zoro fluff #one piece x reader #¡! ❞ [ fics ]#¡! ❞ [ req ]#another drop in the overflowing bucket of zoro fics that spawned post-opla #thank u mackenyu for being everyone's muse #i still love animanga!zoro sm tho ugh baby boy my love

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kiame-sama · 6 months

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Will the reader sit with Zeno during the Tournament of Power? Literally the only throne that Darling sits on and both Zeno's sit comfortably on their laps? Or are the Zeno's sitting in their seats and the reader is standing next to them watching the fights? (All 80 people + their gods and angels also watch, as Daishinkan all 48 minutes catching a moment and occasionally flirting with the reader)

- The dual omni-kings will sit together on the lap of their beloved friend and maternal-figure (you get to be their 'mommy' regardless of gender due to their desire for the family dynamic and their very loose understanding of the actual concept of a human mother). They would absolutely love to cuddle up to their emotional support parent while watching the tournament.

- Daishinkan will be posted nearby and will be making constant passes at you as he already considers the two of you to be in a relationship regardless of how you may see it or how far you two may be in your relationship. He cares very little if the gods hear him or not, as he is ever adoring of you and the main reason you are actually in Zen-oh's palace to begin with. Since Daishinkan was the first to fall for you and take great interest in you, Zen-oh began to adore you quickly after.

- Daishinkan is thrilled the two Omni-kings love you as a parent yet keep one another company so he can spend the tournament chatting with you either out loud or internally. Whatever the omni-kings request.

#kiame-sama #yandere #x reader #yandere x reader #reader insert #tw yandere #yandere daishinkan #yandere dbz #platonic yandere #romantic yandere

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loveemii · 1 year

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how the kamaboko trio reacts to their s/o doing origami !

tanjiro x fem - inosuke x fem - zenitsu x fem

enjoy ♡︎

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Tanjiro Kamado:

y/n was making an origami frog that could jump when her boyfriend tanjiro walked into her room.

“Hey! What are you making?”

he asked her pointing to the half done frog, y/n smiled and held it up to him to show him.

“It’s a frog, I’m practicing origami.”

she said while smiling proudly of her work, tanjiro smiled and sat on the floor next to y/n.

“Could you teach me how to?”

tanjiro asked while keeping up his bright smile, she happily helped him.

“Ok so first you want to fold it to the corners like this.”

as y/n taught him how to make the origami frog, they both finished and showed them to each other with smiles still printed on their faces.

“Look I actually did it!”

tanjiro said happily in a lively voice, y/n giggled and placed hers on the floor. tanjiro watched as y/n took her index finger and pushed down on the frogs behind and let go to let it jump.

“Woah! That’s pretty amazing, can I try?”

“Mhm! Go for it!”

y/n said letting him use her frog to jump, he then tried it on his own frog and they played there for a while with each other.

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Inosuke Hashibira:

inosuke was training when he went inside the butterfly mansion to find his girlfriend y/n, he forgot he was going to bother her earlier but got caught in training with zenitsu and tanjiro.

“The hell is that?”

inosuke asked his girlfriend y/n who was making an animal out of paper. she looked up at him and showed it to him, even though it wasn’t finished.

“It’s a boar! I was originally gonna give it to you as a surprise but. Well now you’ve seen it.”

y/n said as she finished it off quickly, she handed it to inosuke and he gave it a look around before putting it on the floor as he sat down.

he played with it like it was running, y/n giggled a little as she took off his mask to see his face.

(he only let y/n do that ofc)

she saw inosuke’s face blush as he smiled while playing with it, she then grabbed more origami paper.

“Want to make more?”

“Huh? HELL YEAH! Let’s make a herd!”

inosuke shouted in excitement as y/n slowly taught him how to make the boars, he got lost a few times and he had to restart more than 7 times but eventually he was making them like nothing.

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Zenitsu Agatsuma:

y/n was making an origami flower bouquet, she was making yellow tulips, red poppy’s and orange roses.

“Hey darling, what are you up to?”

y/n’s boyfriend zenitsu came up from behind her as she sat on the grass continuing her work. he took a seat next to her as he watched her finish the bouquet.

“I’m making an origami bouquet, wanna help?”

y/n asked and he nodded, she gave him a green piece of paper.

“Ok so first you wanna start on the stem.”

y/n said as she placed her hands over zenitsu’s to help him. he blushed as he looked at her smiling face as she taught him.

“She looks so pretty I can’t even look at the origami paper.”

“Did you say something Zen?”

“Huh? Uh no! Let’s keep working on the bouquet ok?”

after his first origami work he wanted to do more, y/n ended up teaching zenitsu how to make a lama and a horse too.

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please excuse any grammar or spelling mistakes

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danininodigital · 8 months

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little zeeny doddle i did instead of my homework lol (I just get him out of my head🥰💕)

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hyerinrose · 1 year

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How yanderes react to the reader giving them the silent treatment

Mm interesting.

Tinkerbell(s) :

Yandere Neko Hybrid/ Leo : Are you trying to kill him? Leo thrive from your attention and affection and to suddenly went cold turkey might actually break them. Will cry and tackle you to the ground until you finally ended the silent treatment.

Yandere Playboy/ Xavier : Just like Leo, he loves it when you focuses on him. Xavier will die if he doesn't have your attention on him at least once a day. Also another one that will cry while cornering you, demanding to know what he's done. Xavi is babygirl like that.

Yandere Fictional Character/ Zen : His whole existence revolved around you and when you act like they doesn't exist, broke them on a different kind of level. He will mess with your devices, leaving texts like "I'm sorry" or "I miss you" and if you were talking to another people? Zen will delete their contacts out of pettiness.

Won't leave you alone :

Yandere Bully/ Darius : He won't notice you giving him the silent treatment at first, once he does however Darius will confronts you (like the one in you having a boyfriend) Under those angry facade he put on, you can see he was clearly confused and desperate for you to talk to him again.

Yandere Ex/ Daren : Another one who doesn't notice you giving him the silent treatment. I mean the moment you two broke up you were already giving him the silent treatment. But when he does, Daren will follow you around like a lost puppy while constantly apologizing and begging you to talk to him.

Yandere Stalker/ Sage : It's in his name, he specialises in stalking you. When you gave Sage the silent treatment, he will be upset but also he knows you can't completely avoid him. Sage will leave things you like around with a note attached "I'm sorry, I got you this for you. I know you it's your favourite :) - Sage "

#yandere x reader #tw: yandere #yandere oc #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #gender neutral reader #yandere male #Leo my Oc #Xavier my babygirl #Zen my Oc #Darius my Oc #Daren my Oc #Sage my Oc

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spookylovesblog · 2 years

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Dating Mystic Messenger characters!

What dating mystic messenger characters would be like!

Contains: fluff and pet names

Characters ft: Jumin,707,Zen,Yoosung,Jaehee,V,Saeran included

note: is the mm fandom still active?

707 (Saeyoung):

The type to let you borrow his hoodies (of course he also wears yours)

What ever trends are in he'll do it or it'll give him ideas

Calls you random werid names like snookums,boo,waify but honestly bae is the most he'll go with

Definatly forces you to cosplays with him

Late night shower thoughts or theories about anything

Jumin:

As much as you hate it or like it he'll buy you a lot of expensive gifts

Calls you darling,my queen,love

Lemme tell you a secret he becomes a little spoon when he comes back from a long stressful day

Acting like parents to Elizabeth like ya'll treat her like a child and call eachother mom and dad

Breakfest in bed type of guy ykyk or late elegent dinner

Zen (Hyun):

Sometimes you guys out of nowhere reinact your favorite scenes from soap operas

Always brings flowers to you when he comes back home no matter what

Calls you babe,princess,mon amour(mi amor)

Sings to you while cuddling you when you have nightmares

skin care routine together before bed

Yoosung:

Matching pfps for everthing socials and perhaps usernames as well

You are his wallpaper

Calls you cutie,sweetheart,precious

He's the type of guy that has long calls with you when you guys can't see eachother

SUPER CHEESY with pick up lines and gestures

Jaehee:

Every sundays you guys have movie marathons or watch zen's musicals

Definintlay coffee shop dates or do fun stuff like shopping together or for eachother

Calls you sweetie,honey,darling

When she gets her break at work she uses it to text/call you or have lunch with you

You guys totally do simple arts and crafts together

V (Jihyun):

Literally has a photo book of you two (mainly about you) on dates and memories you've made together

You are his muse that inspires beautiful pices of art

Calls you beloved,my dear,love

This guy is a romantic he spoils you with affection,always checking up on you

When he wakes up he watches you and admires your beauty and thinks how lucky he is to have you

Saeran (Ray):

Dedicates a section of his garden to you with your favorite flowers (which makes a heart from bird's view)

Always surprising each other with gifts and sweets

Calls you dove,princess,angel

Together you guys go on strolls at night and watch the sky

I can see him as the guy who worships his partner thanks you for the littlest things

#mystic messenger #mystic messenger x reader #mystic messenger x you #707 fluff #jumin han x reader #yoosung x reader #jaehee x reader #zen x reader #saeran x reader #saeyoung x reader #mystic messeger headcanon #headcanon #mystic messenger jihyun #jihyun kim

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wongyuseokie · 1 year

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Zen | x.m.h

Summary: You have muscle soreness, so your boyfriend suggests yoga. It’s hard to stay calm and focus when he looks that good though.

☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ♕ smut | ♥ completed works

Word Count: 2473 Pairings: Xu Minghao x Female Reader Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: Smut, fluff, PWP

Content Warnings: Is Minghao being a yoga instructor a warning?

Smut Warnings: Fingering, oral sex (female and male receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it up y’all), multiple orgasms. Idk. It’s just filthy. Nipple play. Squirting, fingering. Mirror sex? Sorta. Face riding sorta?

Authors Note: Thank you so much to @flowerboykun for helping me look over this!! 💕 and always thank you to my soulmate @here4btsfics for helping me edit and beta this ilysm 💕 Authors Note 2: @the-boy-meets-evil happy Valentine's Day to you my darling! I hope you enjoy 💕💕💕💕 lot's of luv ur fave demon.

Banner Credits: @classicscreations

Cross Posted to AO3

“Hao, I’m only doing this to show you I love you,” you complained as you plopped down on the yoga mat.

You had been talking about how you were sore and tired, and your boyfriend suggested yoga, and after a few kisses and puppy eyes, you agreed.

“Hao,” you said breathlessly as Minghao sat behind you.

“You look hot, by the way,” you complimented as you checked out his reflection in the mirror in the living room.

“Focus, kitten,” Minghao said, his voice low and husky.

“Okay, first of all. I’m very hands-on, so if anything makes you uncomfortable, please let me know. Still, there will be gentle touches to help optimise your yoga session and, of course, to help correct any positions,” Minghao explained, his hot breath fanning over your neck.

You squeaked out a ‘yes,’ as Minghao pulled you closer into his body; his legs were placed on either side of your body.

“Okay, you’re slouching. Let me, okay?” Minghao said softly, and you nodded as Minghao smiled. You smiled back at him, you could see his reflection in the mirror, and you could see how you were practically locked up in his embrace, not that you minded. Minghao smelt sweet, like oranges and lemons; you wanted to press your face into his neck and take in his scent.

“Where’s your mind at? Bring it back to the room, and keep your eyes on yourself in the mirror,” Minghao said, making you nod as you moved your eyes back to focus on your reflection of you and Minghao in the mirror.

“Okay, your back needs to be straighter,” Minghao said as he wrapped an arm around your waist, resting under the swells of your breasts. As he pulled you closer into his body, you bit your lip to keep from moaning as he pulled you into him. You had to suppress another soft moan as your body brushed against his taut body.

“Good girl,” Minghao praised as he moved his arm away and placed it on your thighs.

“Take five deep breaths in and five out, and then we can start with stretching your legs out,” Minghao suggested, and you nodded, doing as he said.

You took in five deep breaths, shuddering as Minghao did the same, feeling your pussy flutter as his hot breath fanned over your neck.

“Good, now open your eyes slowly,” Minghao instructed, his voice soft yet commanding you to want to submit yourself to his touch.

“Open your legs, spread them out, and I’ll slowly help you stretch them out,” Minghao said, knowing exactly what his words sounded like and how incredibly suggestive they were.

“Uh, sorry?” You asked, confused at precisely what Minghao wanted from you.

“Should I show you?” Minghao asked, and you nodded at his reflection, making him smile.

Minghao moved his hands across your thighs, helping you to uncross your legs and keep them stretched out in front of you.

“You seem wound up,” Minghao noted with a smirk as he placed his hands on your thighs. “You know, kitten. Sometimes, there are unconventional methods to try out, to put someone at ease,” Minghao purred into your ear, making your pussy clench.

“Do tell,” you said breathlessly as you felt Minghao turn you around in his grip to face him. Minghao smirked as he leaned in to place his lips on yours, making you melt into the kiss immediately.

“Relax, sweet girl, if I want to stretch you out properly, I need you to calm down, trust me, I’ll make you feel good,” Minghao said as he moved to kiss you again.

Minghao’s plump lips moved against yours slowly as you slowly eased into his touch. You sighed in pleasure as he moved his soft lips against yours, felt him run his tongue along your lower lip, and opened your mouth slightly to allow him to push his tongue inside.

Minghao’s hands wrapped around your thigh as his fingers trailed closer to your cloth-covered cunt.

“Relax, sweet girl. This will be the best yoga class ever. You’ll feel relaxed,” Minghao purred, and you felt yourself give in and nod. Minghao’s hands moved up to the straps of your sports bra, he pulled away from the kiss to look at you, and you nodded. Minghao pushed your sports bra straps down, hissing when he saw your breasts.

“Fuck, so pretty,” Minghao praised as his hands moved down from your neck to rest just above your breasts. Minghao moved to start massaging your breasts.

Minghao squeezed the soft tissue and tugged on your hardening nipples; he replaced his hands with his mouth. He wrapped his lips around your breast, sucking and gently biting your nipples before moving on to the next one,

“Fuck,” you moaned as you gripped onto him shaking slightly. Minghao pulled his mouth away from you as he pulled you into a kiss.

“Did you cum from me simply licking your tits?” Minghao asked, and you nodded shyly as you hid your face between his neck and shoulder, and Minghao felt himself harden further as he felt your breasts on his chest.

“Fucking hell, what will happen when I get my tongue inside you?” Minghao teased, and you squirmed, making him laugh.

You moaned at his words as Minghao moved his lips back to your breast, his lips sucking your breasts while his thick tongue flicked your nipples.

“Hao, I’m going to cum,” you moaned as he kept playing with your breasts. You shook on his lap and squirmed as you came down from your second high. Minghao pulled you in for a kiss.

“Seriously, do you know how hot it is that I can make you cum by just playing with your tits?” You blushed as you hid your head in the space between his neck and shoulder.

Minghao moved his hand up your thighs, rested it on your leggings, and smirked before speaking.

“Lie down, and let me take this off you,” Minghao said, and you nodded as Minghao pushed you down onto the mat, pulled off your sports bra, and then tugged off your leggings, leaving you in your damp underwear.

Minghao moved to place his fingers on your underwear, groaning as he felt the sticky material.

“You’re already fucking wet?” Minghao smirked at you and nodded, sitting up a bit as you watched him touch you.

“Fucking hell,” Minghao said as he trailed his fingers along your wet folds.

“Pretty,” Minghao praised as he ran his fingers down to your entrance; he moaned, feeling your wetness. He collected your arousal and trailed his fingers back to your clit.

Minghao rubbed on your clit in circles, agonisingly slow. He pulled you in for a kiss as he kept rubbing your clit.

Minghao pulled at your lower lip with his mouth, making you moan. Minghao slipped his thick tongue inside you as you kept whimpering into the kiss. You stilled as your orgasm hit you, his fingers slowly helping you to ride it out.

Minghao pulled away from the kiss gently as he moved his fingers to your entrance and wet his fingers with your release. He brought his fingers back to his mouth, sucking as he moaned, tasting you.

“Fuck baby, you taste so good. Come on, open your mouth,” Minghao spoke, and you opened your mouth slightly as Minghao placed his fingers on your lips, sucking his fingers clean.

“I need to taste you some more, princess,” Minghao said as he placed your legs over his shoulders, smiling as he laid down between your thighs and pushed his thick tongue inside you. Minghao groaned as he tasted you and then moved his mouth to wrap his plush lips around your clit as he sucked.

Minghao flicked his tongue against your clit, each flick making you arch your back and back into his mouth. He pushed two fingers into you and fingered you hard while you practically rode his face.

“Fuck,” you gasped as Minghao added another finger. You moaned as you held onto his forearm, as Minghao rubbed his thumb over your clit, while his fingers thrust inside your cunt.

“Pretty girl, one more, give me one more,” Minghao coaxed, and you whimpered as he sped up his fingers inside you, his words pushing you over the edge.

“Fuck, yes, Hao. Fuck,” you mumbled as you came on his fingers. He slowly pulled his fingers out of you, brought them to his lips, and sucked. “You taste incredible, baby,” Minghao praised as he smiled at you.

“There are other things to stretch, maybe your mouth as well,” Minghao said cockily, and you nodded as Minghao stood up to strip himself naked. His thick cock stood proud and erect against his toned abs.

“Come here, baby, let’s test that mouth of yours,” Minghao said as he laid down next to you, and you turned around to get on your knees, and you moved to kneel between his thighs. You would never do something like this, but he was intoxicating, it was like he put you under a spell, and you were willing to submit to his every request.

You moved your mouth down his body until you reached his thick cock. It was hard and ready; it was begging to be touched. You wrapped your lips around his thick length. You moved your mouth up and down his length, and he started groaning and fisting his hands on the yoga mat.

“Fucking hell, Y/N, you take me so well.” You moaned around his cock, the vibrations making him buck into your mouth.

“Fuck Y/N, let me fuck you,” Minghao moaned, and you nodded at him feeling your cunt clench at the thought of his thick cock splitting you open.

Minghao ran the head of his cock along your wet fold, making you whimper as he did so. He pushed in and went as slow as possible. You were so tight for him. The way your cunt wrapped around him, he thought he would cum right then. You were so wet, warm, and tight for him.

“Fucking hell, you are so fucking tight.” You moaned as Minghao grabbed your waist and started to thrust into you.

“Fucking hell Hao,” you sighed as you fell forward, holding the yoga mat for support.

“So good,” you whimpered as he kept pounding into you. Minghao was so incredibly thick, and his thickness was splitting you in two. It felt so good the way he stretched you out.

“You like that?” Minghao asked as he slapped your ass.

“Yes, fucking hell,” you moaned as he kept fucking you, his thrusts relentless, the way he angled his hips to hit the spot inside you that had you begging for more. You wailed as you came, clenching around his cock. Minghao groaned as he came soon after, making you moan as his warmth filled you up.

He pulled out of you slowly and moved down, placing his mouth on your pussy. His hands grabbed your ass and spread the cheeks apart as he stuck his tongue inside your cunt, licking his cum out of you as you shook with the overstimulation.

Minghao fingered your cunt until you snapped and wailed as he made you squirt, you felt your legs tremble, and your orgasm took over you.

Minghao gently laid down next to you and pulled you into his arms.

“That was so fucking hot,” he groaned as you blushed, hiding your face in his toned chest.

“Wasn’t that better than a typical yoga session?” Minghao asked.

“How do you feel?”

“Zen.”

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funeral · 2 years

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David Darling, Zen Physics: The Science of Death, the Logic of Reincarnation

#david darling #zen physics #death #quotes

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dinodontwait · 2 months

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Some things, you know, are meant to be

Pairing: Choi Vernon x afab!reader

Genre: Office au, Rom-com, fluff, full of fluff

Summary: A workplace comedy that unfolds amidst stapler shenanigans, coffee-stained kisses, and the unexpected melodies of a love story written in the margins of office chaos.

Word Count: ~3k

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY HANSOL!!!!!

Inspired by:

Like a river flows Surely to the sea Darling, so it goes Some things, you know, are meant to be

- “Can’t Help Falling in Love” by Elvis Presley

The fluorescent lights flickered above my desk as I furiously typed away on my keyboard. Meet deadlines, exceed expectations, that was my mantra. Vernon, the resident laid-back charmer, was stationed at the desk across from mine, seemingly unfazed by the whirlwind of papers around him.

"Hey, Y/N, have you tried this new relaxation technique?" Vernon flashed a grin, waving a stress ball in the air. "It works wonders."

I rolled my eyes, suppressing a smile. "I'll stick to my to-do lists, thanks."

Seungkwan, my best friend at work and partner in crime, shot me a knowing look. "Y/N, you need to loosen up. Look at Vernon here; he's like the office zen master."

I scoffed, glancing at Vernon who was now juggling stress balls effortlessly. "I'm here to work, not join the circus."

Mingyu, the charming office heartthrob, strolled by. "Y/N, you're missing out on all the fun. Vernon's stress ball circus is the highlight of my day."

Ignoring Mingyu's teasing, I turned my attention back to the computer screen. Little did they know, behind my focused facade, there was a secret crush brewing for Vernon – the guy with a grin that could disarm even the most stressed-out soul.

One day, as I meticulously organized my desk, Seungkwan leaned in with a mischievous grin. "You know, Y/N, I heard Vernon is single. Maybe you should consider letting loose a bit?"

I scoffed again, a little too loudly. "I'm not looking for love; I'm looking for a promotion."

Seungkwan raised an eyebrow. "¿Por qué no los dos?"

Our boss, Seungcheol, walked in, eyeing the lively atmosphere. "Can someone explain why there's a stress ball juggling act happening in the middle of a workday?"

Vernon, quick on his feet, quipped, "Just promoting a stress-free environment, boss!"

Seungcheol sighed, shaking his head. "Just get your work done, people."

Little did they know, the real circus was happening inside my head – a swirling mixture of deadlines, spreadsheets, and an unspoken crush on Vernon, the stress ball virtuoso.

Days turned into weeks, and my secret crush on Vernon continued to blossom like an office plant thriving on coffee spills and forgotten snack crumbs. Seungkwan, my ever-curious accomplice, kept pushing me to confess my feelings.

One afternoon, as I reached for a printer jam, Vernon appeared beside me. "Need a hand, Y/N?" he asked with that disarming smile.

"N-no, I'm good," I stammered, my fingers fumbling with the paper tray. Smooth, Y/N. Real smooth.

Seungkwan, sensing the tension, waltzed in. "Vernon, have you tried Y/N's favourite stress relief technique? It's called 'awkward small talk.'"

I shot Seungkwan an annoyed look, but Vernon chuckled. "Actually, I'm quite the expert in that field."

As the days went by, Vernon and I continued our friendly banter, oblivious to the silent romantic tension building up. One day, Mingyu, the office heartthrob, decided to play cupid.

"Seungcheol is throwing a little office gathering this Friday. You should come, Y/N," he suggested, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

Seungkwan, overhearing the conversation, grinned at me. "A little birdie told me Vernon might be there."

I rolled my eyes, "I'm not going for Vernon; I'm going for the free snacks."

Friday arrived, and the office was transformed into a makeshift party zone. Soonyoung and Chan, the resident party planners, had outdone themselves. The atmosphere was lively, and mingling was the order of the night.

As I casually hovered near the snack table (as promised), Vernon sidled up. "Hey, Y/N, mind if I join you?"

My heart raced, and my well-rehearsed response escaped me. Seungkwan, ever the opportunist, popped up from behind a potted plant. "This is your chance, Y/N!"

I shot him a death glare, but before I could say anything, Minghao, our boss, took the stage for an impromptu karaoke session. The crowd roared with laughter as Minghao belted out a surprisingly good rendition of a popular song.

Seungcheol, Jeonghan, and Joshua joined the makeshift karaoke stage, turning the office gathering into an unexpected talent show. Amidst the chaos, Vernon leaned in, his voice barely audible over the laughter.

"Y/N, do you mind if I steal you away from the snack table for a moment?"

My heart skipped a beat as we slipped away from the cacophony of mingling coworkers. Little did I know; this office gathering was about to take an unexpected turn.

Away from the karaoke chaos, Vernon and I found ourselves on the office rooftop, a hidden sanctuary above the hustle and bustle of the party below.

"So, Y/N," Vernon began, leaning against the rooftop railing, "what's the verdict on Seungcheol’s karaoke skills?"

I chuckled, grateful for the brief escape from the office madness. "Surprisingly good! Who knew our boss had hidden talents?"

Vernon grinned, his eyes meeting mine. "Speaking of hidden talents, have you discovered any exciting stress-relief techniques lately?"

My cheeks flushed, and I laughed nervously. "Well, there's this one where you, um, take a deep breath and... forget about stress for a while?"

Vernon raised an eyebrow, "Sounds intriguing. Mind showing me?"

As I attempted to demonstrate the 'forget about stress' technique, our hands accidentally brushed against each other. A jolt of electricity shot through me, and I couldn't help but feel that maybe Mingyu's party suggestion wasn't all about the snacks.

Just as the moment was getting more intimate, Seungkwan's voice echoed through the rooftop door. "Y/N, Vernon, you won't believe what Seokmin is attempting on that karaoke stage!"

We exchanged an amused glance and headed back to the party, the rooftop escape lingering in the air like an unspoken secret.

Days turned into weeks, and the office dynamic shifted. Vernon and I found ourselves collaborating more often, whether it was on projects or sneaking away for a coffee break. The once-careful balance between professionalism and unspoken feelings began to blur.

One day, as I was drowning in a sea of spreadsheets, Vernon appeared at my desk with a cup of coffee. "Thought you could use a break, Y/N."

I smiled, touched by the gesture. "Thanks, Vernon. You always know when to save me from spreadsheet-induced insanity."

Vernon chuckled, "Just doing my superhero duty."

As he walked away, Seungkwan, ever the observant friend, nudged me. "Y/N, if Vernon's your superhero, maybe it's time to let him rescue more than just your sanity."

I sighed, realizing that maybe it was time to acknowledge the switch in my feelings. Little did I know; the office drama was far from over.

Embracing the subtle shift in dynamics, I decided to take Seungkwan's advice and let Vernon in a little more. As days passed, we found ourselves sharing stories, inside jokes, and even embarking on a few collaborative projects that had nothing to do with work.

One day, as we navigated a particularly tricky task, Vernon flashed that signature grin. "Y/N, who knew work could actually be fun?"

I smirked, "Well, considering you've turned our office into a circus more than once, I'd say fun is your specialty."

Vernon chuckled, and for a moment, our eyes locked. The unspoken tension between us was palpable, and I couldn't help but wonder if this was the moment to address the elephant in the room.

However, fate had different plans. Mingyu, the office charmer, decided to play cupid once again. "Guess what, lovebirds? There's a team-building retreat this weekend. You two should totally go together!"

I shot Mingyu a glare, but Vernon seemed unfazed. "A team-building retreat, huh? Sounds like a great opportunity to strengthen our professional synergy."

Seungkwan, who overheard the conversation, nudged me with a sly grin. "Looks like Mingyu's doing your job for you."

The weekend retreat was a mix of team-building exercises, trust falls, and awkward icebreakers. Vernon and I navigated through it all, trying to maintain our professional front. However, as the evening bonfire flickered to life, the atmosphere changed.

Under the starlit sky, surrounded by the laughter of colleagues, Vernon and I found ourselves drawn to the warmth of the flames. It was then that Mingyu, ever the matchmaker, suggested a round of sharing secrets around the fire.

Seated next to each other, Vernon and I exchanged hesitant glances. "I'll start," Mingyu declared. "I once accidentally sent a love letter to the office printer."

The group erupted in laughter, and the ice was broken. Colleagues shared embarrassing stories, dreams, and even fears. As the circle neared us, Vernon looked at me, his eyes reflecting a hidden vulnerability.

"I've got a secret," he began, "I'm not as carefree as I seem. There's more to me than meets the eye."

The sincerity in his voice struck a chord, and I felt a surge of courage. "I've got a secret too," I admitted, my gaze locked with Vernon's. "I never thought I'd find someone who could make me question my to-do lists and deadlines. Until now."

A hush fell over the group, and Mingyu, grinning like the ultimate cupid, whispered, "Looks like we've got a love confession in the making."

Vernon's eyes widened, and a smile played on his lips. The unspoken tension finally surfaced, and in that moment, surrounded by colleagues, deadlines, and the warmth of the bonfire, our secret crushes were no longer a secret.

The confession around the bonfire sparked a change in our dynamic. Colleagues became enthusiastic cheerleaders, and our interactions took on a newfound sweetness. The retreat ended with a subtle shift, leaving us on the brink of exploring a different facet of our relationship.

Back at the office, the atmosphere buzzed with playful teasing and knowing glances from our colleagues. Seungcheol, our boss, couldn't help but join in on the newfound workplace romance banter.

"Looks like we've got our very own office love story," he quipped during a team meeting, causing everyone to burst into laughter.

Vernon, ever the cool customer, took it in stride. "Guess we're the talk of the office now."

Seungkwan, who had become our unofficial relationship coach, couldn't resist chiming in. "Don't worry, you two. I've got a list of rom-coms we can use as a guide. First on the list, 'Office Love: A Spreadsheet Affair.'"

I rolled my eyes, "I think we can figure this out without consulting Hollywood."

As days turned into weeks, Vernon and I continued to explore the romance budding between us. The office dynamic remained lighthearted, with playful banter and camaraderie. Our desks, once separate islands in the sea of cubicles, were now like neighbouring countries, sharing secrets and stolen glances.

One day, as we worked on a project together, Mingyu sauntered over with a mischievous grin. "You know, there's a team-building workshop next month. More trust falls, more icebreakers. You guys up for it?"

Vernon and I exchanged a knowing glance, and he chuckled. "Why not? We've survived worse."

The workshop became another chapter in our evolving story. Trust falls turned into shared laughter, icebreakers transformed into inside jokes, and by the end of it, the unspoken romance had solidified into something more tangible.

As we navigated the workplace romance waters, our colleagues became our biggest cheerleaders. Soonyoung and Chan, known for their playful antics, organized a surprise 'office engagement' celebration, complete with streamers and confetti.

Vernon and I shared a glance, realising that our love story had taken a turn neither of us anticipated. Amidst the laughter and playful celebrations, the office had transformed into a haven of love and camaraderie.

In the midst of it all, Seungkwan, the unsung hero of our love story, grinned. "Who knew a stress ball circus could lead to all this?"

As the celebration continued, I couldn't help but marvel at the unexpected journey from unrequited feelings to a full-blown office romance. Little did I know, our story was far from ordinary, and the chapters that awaited us were bound to be filled with laughter, love, and the occasional office-related shenanigans.

And so, our office love story continued, each day bringing new adventures and discoveries, proving that sometimes, the best stories are the ones we never saw coming.

The end.

BONUS

Amidst the lovey-dovey glow of our budding romance, the office continued to be a hotbed of humor and shenanigans. Soonyoung and Chan, the dynamic duo of mischief, were determined to ensure our love story had its fair share of comedic moments.

One day, as Vernon and I were engrossed in a serious discussion about a project, Soonyoung burst into the room, wearing an oversized cupid costume complete with wings and heart-shaped arrows.

"Lovebirds! Cupid is here to spread the love!" he declared dramatically, shooting imaginary arrows in our direction.

Vernon burst into laughter, "Soonyoung, did you steal that from a costume shop?"

Soonyoung winked, "Let's just say they were happy to contribute to the office romance fund."

As cupid Soonyoung made his dramatic exit, Seungkwan appeared, holding a boombox blaring romantic ballads. "Cue the romantic background music, because love is in the air!"

I couldn't help but shake my head, "Are you all on a mission to turn our love story into a rom-com?"

Seungkwan grinned, "Of course! Every great love story needs a touch of drama and a splash of comedy."

The office antics continued, from surprise romantic dinners (courtesy of Mingyu's questionable cooking skills) to impromptu karaoke sessions led by Seungcheol. Each day brought a new twist, and our colleagues reveled in turning our office romance into a daily dose of entertainment.

One day, as Vernon and I enjoyed a quiet lunch in the office breakroom, Mingyu approached with a sly smile. "I've organised a team-building scavenger hunt. You two are partners, of course."

Vernon raised an eyebrow, "A scavenger hunt? Is this another attempt to set us up with more office romance drama?"

Mingyu winked, "Consider it a test of your teamwork skills."

And so, armed with a list of bizarre items to find around the office, Vernon and I embarked on the scavenger hunt. Little did we know; the items on the list were carefully curated for maximum comedic effect.

From finding the boss's favourite mug to retrieving Mingyu's missing pen, the scavenger hunt led us on a wild goose chase through the office, with our colleagues cheering us on and occasionally throwing in unexpected challenges.

As we raced against the clock, laughter echoed through the corridors. The scavenger hunt not only tested our teamwork but also became a hilarious adventure that further cemented the lighthearted spirit of our office romance.

In the end, we returned triumphant, armed with the requested items and a bag full of new inside jokes. Mingyu, grinning from ear to ear, declared, "Teamwork makes the dream work, especially in love!"

Our colleagues erupted in cheers, and as we caught our breaths, I couldn't help but appreciate the unexpected bonus of laughter and camaraderie that came with our office romance.

And so, amidst the office shenanigans and comedic chaos, Vernon and I embraced the joyous journey of love, proving that sometimes, a touch of humour is the perfect seasoning for a budding romance.

The real bonus, it seemed, wasn't just the love story but the incredible cast of characters who made our office romance an unforgettable and laughter-filled adventure.

ONE MORE BONUS

In the midst of our blossoming office romance, fate decided to throw a comical twist our way. Chan, the youngest member of our close-knit work family, found himself unintentionally at the epicenter of a lighthearted office drama.

As Vernon and I sought a moment of solitude for a stolen kiss, little did we know that Chan, armed with his characteristic youthful enthusiasm and penchant for timing, happened to be passing by. A sharp gasp from him caught our attention, and we quickly pulled away, glancing at each other with a mix of embarrassment and surprise.

The mischievous gleam in Chan's eyes hinted at trouble. "Caught you two in the act," he declared, brandishing his smartphone.

Seungkwan, never one to miss an opportunity for teasing, chimed in, "Looks like our baby Chan here just became the official office spy."

Chan, visibly annoyed but also reveling in the attention, shot back, "I am not a baby, and I was just passing by!"

Jeonghan, in his usual sarcastic tone, crossed his arms and looked at Chan with faux anger. "Oh, Chan, our innocent little baby. What have they done to you? You've been tainted by their lovey-dovey vibes."

Chan, with an eye roll, muttered, "I am not innocent, and I am certainly not a baby. Stop calling me that!"

Jeonghan continued in mock frustration, "Well, I hope you're happy now, Y/N and Vernon. You've officially corrupted our 'baby' Chan. Congratulations."

Chan, now slightly exasperated, grumbled, "I'm not corrupted, and I'm not your baby!"

The playful banter continued, with colleagues suggesting that Chan should be the official office witness for romantic moments. Mingyu, always ready for a bit of mischief, proposed a weekly "Chan's Chronicles" during team meetings, where Chan would share his accidental discoveries.

As the teasing persisted, Chan, despite his irritation, couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. "Fine, fine, make fun of me. But I'm not a baby, and I definitely didn't ask to witness their love drama."

And so, amidst the laughter and camaraderie, the unexpected witnessing by our 'baby' Chan became a quirky tale in our office romance saga. Chan, despite his protests, inadvertently added a touch of humour to our love story.

THE END

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