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doctorstethoscope · 3 years

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The Right (Excerpt) || Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Hello fellow boss-babes, it is @ssahotchswife soft hotch saturday again! I’m trying something a little different this week-- I hope y’all don’t mind! This week’s fic is an excerpt from a multichapter I’ve been working on for a couple months. It’s a bit of a slow burn, so this is their first date, roughly a quarter through the fic.

As I’m sure you all know, your kind words always mean so much to authors, but on this fic in particular I’m looking to hear from you all! I want to know if there’s interest in me posting more chapters of this fic. Please let me know!!

contains: first date shenanigans, brief, non graphic description of violence, alcohol consumption, aaron hotchner being soft, no gendered pronouns but reader wears a dress

wordcount: 1.5k

It was stupid to be nervous for a date with a man who already had feelings for you. You knew that, yet you still couldn’t tame the anxiety that had settled in the pit of your stomach as you did your makeup. Jess had kept Jack for dinner tonight to give you and Aaron the evening to yourselves, but you almost wished he was here begging you to play legos and superheroes with him. Blocks and make-believe, you were good at. Relationships? Not so much.

You shook away that train of thought as you pulled a blue dress out of your closet-- a little satin blue number that hit below the knee and had a slit up the thigh. You slipped it over your head and checked yourself in the mirror.

You’re suddenly brought back to a different date night, one that had ended with you crying in the shower because Josh had insisted that the dress you’d picked out was too low cut. You looked down at your forearm as if the bruises from where he had gripped you might have reappeared-- they hadn’t. You can feel your breath catching as the memory of his hand around your throat creeps up from somewhere deep inside you. Aaron’s gentle knock on your door pulled you out of your train of thought.

“You almost ready, dear?” He called through the door.

“One sec! I just need shoes,” you said, grabbing a small black purse and slipping on a matching pair of strappy heels. You swung the door open and found him standing in the doorway, looking absolutely delicious in one of his black suits with a blue shirt underneath, no tie and the top two buttons of his shirt undone. Fighting against the urge to lick your lips, you fuss with his collar.

“We match,” you tell him, gesturing to his blue shirt and your blue dress.

“You look absolutely stunning,” he tells you, and you feel the heat rise to your cheeks.

“You don’t think it’s too much? I can change if--”

“It’s perfect. If you’re comfortable, it’s perfect,” he said, leaning in to kiss your cheek.

“Aaron Hotchner, and you haven’t even bought me dinner yet! I’ll have you know I don’t dare kiss on the first date,” You teased him, and he treated you to one of those smiles where the dimples popped up on both sides of his face.

“Maybe I’m a bad influence on you, then,” he smirked, placing a hand on the small of your back as he led you out the door and to the car.

You shrugged. “Or maybe I’m just very willing to be influenced.”

Aaron quirked an eyebrow as he opened the passenger door of his car for you, and you bit your lip as you climbed inside. He took your hand and drove the two of you into downtown Alexandria, Virginia, pulling expertly into a street spot on the cobblestone road in front of Nobu.

“Sushi?” You asked when Aaron opened your car door.

“Yeah, I thought you liked sushi. We can find something else if—“

“Sushi’s great, Aaron. Stop stressing,” you told him, wrapping your arm around his as the two of you made your way into the restaurant. Aaron had made reservations, of course, so you were swiftly taken to a back corner of the restaurant, tucked away in a private little booth. Aaron ordered a bottle of wine for you to share when the waiter came by to introduce yourself, and he looked at you with a fond smile as soon as the two of you were left alone again.

“What?” You asked after a moment, feeling suddenly insecure under his scrutiny.

“Nothing,” he told you. “I’m just thinking, is all.”

You rolled your eyes. “Come on, Hotchner. Thinking about what?”

“I’m just really happy to be here with you. I didn’t think I’d ever be brave enough to do this.”

“You’re the bravest man I know.” You tell him, genuinely.

“That’s what they think, isn’t it? All these people we meet on cases. They see us put on our vests and break down doors and think we’re the bravest people they’ve ever known. They don’t know how scared we really are at all. How brave can I be when it took me this long to tell you how strong my feelings are for you?”

“Aaron—“ you start, but he suddenly realizes how vulnerable he sounds.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—“

“How long?” You asked.

“I’m sorry?” He asked in response.

“How long have you known you had feelings for me?”

“I figured it out pretty early on. Sometime in between your first day and the day you ran into a house without a vest to save a kid from an unsub.”

“You were so pissed. I thought for sure you were going to fire me.”

“I probably should’ve. But that was also the moment that I realized I didn’t want to go back to work if you weren’t going to be there.”

You smiled into your wine glass as you took a sip. “You’ve been very patient.” You remarked.

“I think you were worth the wait,” he responds with a shrug, but there’s nothing casual about it. You smile.

Dinner passes easily, the two of you laughing and smiling and eating and sneaking in a game of footsie just so that a moment didn’t pass where you weren’t touching each other. You settle the tab and Aaron leads you out of the restaurant with the now-familiar weight of his hand on the small of your back anchoring you.

“I thought we could head down to the boardwalk if you’re not too tired?” He asked as you exited into the street.

“Lead the way,” you told him, taking his hand in your own as he led you down the sidewalk. You ended up at the edge of the boardwalk, leaning against the rail and watching the sun set over the Potomac. Aaron stood behind you, his arms on either side of you and your back pressed into his chest. You settled into the warmth of him and neither one of you needed to speak, content in the presence of one another as the sun dipped over the horizon. You craned your neck to look at Aaron as the sun disappeared.

“I could stay here forever, but I imagine it’s about time for us to get home.”

“Unless I can convince you to call out tomorrow, you’re probably right.” He agrees, stepping back to allow you away from the rail.

“Sure, because that wouldn’t be conspicuous at all,” you laughed as the two of you headed back towards the car. With the sun now gone, goosebumps appeared across your arms as a breeze picked up. Aaron slipped his jacket off of and wrapped it around your shoulders in an instant, warning you with a glance the moment you opened your mouth not to protest his chivalry. You didn’t.

You realize how tired you are the moment you sink into the passenger seat of Aaron’s car, but it’s the kind of tired you feel after a day at the amusement park as a kid— you’re totally spent, but you wouldn’t change a thing and you’d do it all again in an instant. Aaron has a Beatles album playing quietly in the background of your drive and suddenly you’re wishing that he’d never pull the car back into the driveway.

Of course, he does eventually, and the two of you clumsily make your way back into the house.

“Thank you, Aaron. I had a really great time tonight.” You tell him, handing him back his suit coat.

“Can I have ten more minutes? I’m not ready for tonight to be over just yet.” He asks of you, his dark eyes shining in the low light, and you’re helpless.

“Of course,” you tell him, and he smiles, pulling his phone out of his pocket and fiddling with it for a moment before setting it on the counter. Some Ella Fitzgerald song is playing. You don’t recognize it, but it doesn’t really matter, because he has one hand wrapped around your waist and the other is holding yours and resting over his heart, and you’re placing your head on his chest as he gently sways you around the kitchen and you realize that everything is perfect. He’s holding you, and you’re safe in his arms, and it’s perfect. Your feet are killing you, and you can barely keep your eyes open, and it’s perfect. You’re picturing a life with him and it’s perfect.

All too soon, the music fades away, and you’re swaying in his arms in the silence, refusing to accept that your evening may truly be over. Aaron kisses your temple and moves to whisper in your ear.

“Good night, sweetheart. Get some rest.”

You pushed yourself up on your tiptoes to meet his lips, one of your hands wrapping around the back of his head while his hand on your back pulled you impossibly closer.

“Good night, Aaron.” You told him.

“I thought you didn’t kiss on the first date?” He teases you, smiling.

You shrugged. “I’m easily influenced.”

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deliasqueen · 3 years

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Battered Love

Summary: Falling in love with Cordelia was easy, but will your brain allow her to love you back.

Warnings: Shitty parents? Idk if that’s a warning but just in case.

Word Count: 2.5K

A/N: So this may or may not be about my life with actual examples. So um this is my heart poured out into writing, and I’m terrified to post this.

You had been living at the academy for almost a year now. The second you walked in you were completely enthralled with the Supreme’s beauty.

Wanting to know everything about being a witch, you started spending time with her. It started as small lessons in her classroom to spending long hours in the greenhouse. At first the relationship was purely platonic, with a lingering glance here and there, but after a couple months, it started to turn into something more. You two making each other’s preferred morning drinks when you got in the kitchen before the other, lingering touches, and using your greenhouse time to destress and get to know each other better as opposed to practicing spells.

One night in particular had you really feeling a certain way for your favorite witch.

Cordelia was sitting on the bench, and you were lounging on your pillow pile on the floor. You two had been talking about nothing really when Cordelia opened up about her past.

“You know I have an ex-husband, right?” Looking over at Cordelia you see her staring mindlessly at the ceiling, and you were shocked.

“I didn’t know that. May I ask what happened? Only if you want to talk about it of course.”

“You’re fine sweetheart. He was a witch hunter, which was bad enough, but he also cheated on me,”

After a deep exhale she continued, “I felt worse than I could put into words. I hated myself for loving someone who hated who I am. I hated myself for loving someone who put the girls into danger. I hated myself for loving someone who didn’t value me,”

Wishing you could wrap her in your arms, you just listened to what she had to say.

“What made the pain even worse is that my mom was so awful to me. I mean she was always awful to me but this…made it so much worse.”

After hearing her say that, you got up and took her into your arms. You pulled her down into your pillows, and you two fell asleep on the greenhouse floor tangled in each other’s arms that night.

After that night you knew you were truly in love with her, but you were too scared for her to love you back. Hearing your entire life how much your mom hates your dad, and how you are just like him, hearing how much your mom hates you, hearing your mom constantly talk about how if she could leave you two she would, eventually took a toll on your idea of love. No matter how respectful you were, how much of the perfect straight A student you were, no matter how many awards you got, you just weren’t good enough for her. You knew no matter what you did you would never be good enough for anyone to love. You were so afraid that if you let Cordelia in, and let her love you, she would eventually start to hate you just like everyone else. The only thing that gave you a little hope was that Cordelia knows what it’s like to be hated by her mom, no matter how perfect you try to be.

It was Saturday evening, and the girls were all in the living room having an extremely competitive game of drunk Uno. Skipping tonight because of an assignment you had to get finished, you were sitting in your room when you heard a soft knock on the door.

“Come in,” turning off your music and moving your laptop you looked up to see Cordelia walking in.

“Hi honey, can I sit?” with a sweet smile, she motioned to the spot next to you.

“Of course.” scooting over, you gave her room to sit with you.

“You know the girls are asking for you to come down.” She looked at you with a pout.

“I want to, but I have too much work,” with a frown you motioned to your laptop.

Humming Cordelia just laid her head on your shoulder.

Feeling electricity shoot through your body you murmur, “How come you aren’t downstairs?”

“Why would I be downstairs when my favorite girl is up here alone?” She wrapped her arm around your front snuggling into your shoulder.

When you tensed up, she immediately knew something was wrong.

“Are you ok honey?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” Scooting over, tears formed in your eyes and you did everything in your power to not let Delia see.

With a look of pure hurt in her eyes Cordelia said, “Y/n did I do something wrong? You can always tell me if I’m overstepping.”

“No! No, no. It’s not that, it’s just me being complicated.” Quickly you grabbed her hand and ran your thumb across it to get the pained look off her beautiful face.

“You know you can talk to me about anything.” With big does eyes Cordelia looked at you and made you want to melt into a big gay puddle.

Quickly trying to decide to open up to her or not is one of the hardest decisions you’ve had to make. You could tell her everything now and have the possibility of being able to love her, and kiss her, and cuddle together, but at the same time what if she hates you and wants nothing to do with you once you two start dating.

Letting your negative thoughts get the best of you, you decide it’s better to live in this eternal torture of not expressing your love than it is to have the love of your life hate you.

“It’s really nothing Cordelia, I’m just stressed and tired from school.”

Cordelia being the ever observant one caught onto you saying her full name. Thinking that she had done something wrong she left your room with a mumbled “goodnight” and went to bed.

Watching Cordelia walk out of your room like a sad puppy broke your heart. You knew you had screwed up. Big time. Regretting every choice you’ve made in your entire life, you disregarded your assignment, laid down, and cried.

Waking up to a sun filled room on Sunday, you walked downstairs to see your mug in its place inside the cabinet with a missing Cordelia’s. With a big sigh and sadness filling your chest you went back to bed and quickly fell asleep.

Awaking to a knock on your door, you groaned and rolled over to see what time it is. Picking up your phone and squinting from the abrasively bright light, the time read 2:07. Shocked at the fact you slept in so late, you jumped out of bed and answered the door. Opening the door you were met with a very angry Madison and annoyed Zoe.

“You broke Cordy,” snapped Madison.

At a loss for words, you just stared at her with your mouth slightly agape.

“Cordy isn’t being her usual chirpy annoying self. Today she is just mopey, rude, and even more annoying.” With that Zoe elbowed Madison and looked at you.

“Look Cordelia is clearly upset and it’s affecting us. Just whatever happened please fix it, so she starts acting like herself again.” With that they both walked away and left you staring at the Supreme’s door conflicted.

What got to you the most about what the girls told you was that Delia is clearly upset. And that makes you upset. You thought her hating you would be the worst feeling in the world, but the fact that she was upset because of you broke your more than you could’ve ever imagined. You knew now was the time to open up about something you had locked away and buried so deep for so long.

Walking over to Cordelia’s door you hesitated. You knew you wanted to do this, but you were also terrified to do this.

With a light knock to the door, you bit your lip and wanted to run away.

A somber “come in” was all it took for you to swing the door open.

You were met with the sight of Cordelia snuggled up in a blanket reading the book. This was the book of poems you gave her for her birthday a couple months ago. You highlighted all the parts that made you think of her. Things that talked about beauty, grace, and intelligence. You put doodles of flowers and stars in the corners of some pages just because when you think of Delia you’re inspired. She cried when she read through it and told you this was the most special, heartfelt thing she owns.

“I owe you an explanation,” you looked into her sad, red eyes and your heart broke 1,000 times more.

“May I sit?” With a nod from Delia, you sat next to her with just a little space between you two to give you room to breathe.

“Look y/n, I’m really sor-“

Cutting her off with a finger to her soft lips you began, “I want you to know that my reaction yesterday had nothing to do with anything you did. You do not need to be sorry about anything. I should be the one apologizing. I reacted harshly when I shouldn’t have,”

“Y/n you tensed so hard it was like I hurt you.”

“I know, and I shouldn’t have reacted that way. That’s why I owe you an explanation,” Scooting just a bit closer to Delia for her comfort, you prepared yourself to bring up this topic.

“Growing up my parents couldn’t stand each other. They were constantly arguing and fighting no matter where we were. Every year they would have this one massive blow out fight. I had to watch them do awful things to each other and call each other the worst names. Names you would call your enemy in a fight, not something you should ever call someone you love. Constantly watching my dad make my mom feel like she’s nothing and watching my mom shoot off at my dad over tiny things really started to wear down on me. I didn’t know what to feel or who to love when there was just so much anger,” Catching your breath, you didn’t realize tears were trickling down your face until Cordelia wiped them for you.

“And sure, plenty of people’s parents fight, but my biggest issue came from my mom. She was so miserable with my dad, and I was her venting outlet. I had to listen to her talk about how my dad makes her stomach sick and how she can’t stand being married to him. I was also the outlet of her anger. Even without a failed marriage my parents have actual anger issues. Between that and the anger she held in from the way my dad treated her, I had no chance. Delia, she was so mean to me,” Voice cracking on the last sentence, you look at Delia with tears flowing from your eyes and you reached out with grabby hands.

Cordelia quickly scooped you into her arms, and you buried your face into her chest and sobbed. She cooed comforting nothings and gently rubbed your back until you calmed down.

Laying on her chest, you began telling her more, “Ever since I was little, I remember my mom coming home from work and talking about how she wished she didn’t have to come home, she wished she could go somewhere else. I was young and didn’t really understand, but I knew deep down I was hurt my mom got so upset to come home to me. As I got older, it just got worse. Her and my dad started fighting more, so she took that anger out on me. She would constantly scream in my face about how I’m just like him and how she hated both of us. She would follow that with, ‘I would leave here if I had somewhere to go.’ Everything got so much worse when I came out. Well, I didn’t really come out. She forced me to, and I wasn’t ready. She acted awful towards me until my grandma died, and then she tried to be more accpeting. Even after that though, she was still miserable and mean. She would call me a little bitch when I swear I did nothing wrong. I didn’t do ‘bad’ stuff, I made exceptional grades, hell I took the SAT in 7th grade and scored so high I got state recognition, but no matter what I did or how hard I worked it was never enough to please her. It was always I could do better, and it got to the point where that was all I heard. That I was awful, and I could do better.” Tears back in full force you just sank into Cordelia.

Through your sobs you choked out, “The reason why I pushed you away last night was because I love you Delia, and I don’t want you to end up hating me like my parents do. I don’t want to have a relationship just for us to hate each other”

Completely shocked with your confession, Cordelia holds you against her so tightly and whispers as if she’s afraid speaking too loud will break you, “Honey, baby girl, love of my life you are not awful, and I am so proud of you. You are so smart, and talented, and oh so loving. You care about people so much. You always do what you think will help others before you do anything for yourself. You are the most special girl I have ever met; I could never hate you princess. I love you with my entire heart y/n, and my love for you will only grow. Our love is not your parents love. Just because they have the relationship they do, doesn’t mean everyone else does. There is true, honest love in this world y/n, and we have it.”

Sobbing into Cordelia, you are so unbelievably relieved with her response. You feel this sense of love and pride you have never felt before.

Once your sobs had calmed down into small hiccups Cordelia gently pushed your chin up with her finger to look into your eyes. Seeing the red, puffy y/e/c eyes she loves so much made her heart swell. With a soft smile on your face, you looked at her beautiful, full lips and back into her eyes with a pleading look on your face. With that Cordelia pulled you up to her and your lips met in a passionate, soft, and long-overdue kiss.

“I love you so much Delia.�� Looking into her honey-colored eyes you felt at home.

“I love you too, more than anything in this world baby girl and not one thing on this Earth will ever change that.” Laying down she pulled you onto her chest.

“Sleep now my sweetheart and know you are so incredibly loved.” Placing a kiss to her chest, you drifted off into the most comforting sleep of your life.

#cordelia x reader #cordelia goode #cordelia goode x reader #cordelia foxx #cordelia foxx x reader #ahs #ahs x reader #ahs apocalypse #sarah paulson #this was scary #please enjoy

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plaidbooks · 3 years

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Forgotten Birthday

A/N: Surprise! A fic! This is a Peter Stone x reader fic, requested from @witches-unruly-heart to @whereswaldotho! Happy birthday Rosie! I hope you had a fantastic day 🥰

Tags: none, just fluff

Words: 1109

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It had been a long day, and you just wanted to be home already. You were so exhausted, but the thought of being home with Peter, snuggled up against his warm body, his strong arms around you, gave you enough energy to continue your work.

The sun had gone down by the time you finished up and headed home. You barely kept your eyes open as you switched subways, almost missing your stop. But finally, you made it home, trudging up the stairs to your apartment. You put the key in the lock, turning it and pushing inside. Your eyes sprung open as you froze just inside, your door closing behind you.

There was a small table set up in the living room, a long, red tablecloth covering it. Plates and silverware were set, and two candles were burning idly. There was soft music playing in the background, and absolutely mouthwatering smells emanating from the kitchen.

Peter, who had heard the door close, stuck his head out from the kitchen. He came over to you, a broad smile on his face as he wrapped you up in a warm embrace.

“Hello, my love,” he whispered kissing your forehead.

You pulled back just enough to look up into his face, your brow furrowed in confusion. “Wh-what is all this?”

A puzzled expression passed over Peter’s face. “Your birthday dinner, of course.”

“I-it’s my birthday?” you asked. You pulled your phone out of your pocket, looking at the date. “Oh my god! It is! How did I not notice?”

Peter chuckled, though you could tell he was slightly concerned about your lack of observation. “You’ve been working a lot, pulling a bunch of overtime. Don’t stress about it.”

“B-but…I forgot my own birthday?”

He put his hands on your shoulders, looking you in the eye. “You just lost track of days; it happens. But, you should probably take some time off to relax…reset your mind.” He gave your forehead another kiss before parting from you. “Get out of those work clothes and into something comfortable; dinner will be ready in a few minutes.”

Still a little thrown off from missing your own birthday, you made your way to the bedroom. You changed quickly, and came back to find Peter just plating dinner. It looked—and smelled—delicious, and sure enough, it tasted even better.

“Thank you for all of this, Pete. I’m glad someone is paying attention,” you said sheepishly as you ate.

He reached across the table, silently asking for your hand. You put yours in his big one, letting him rub the back of your hand with his thumb. “It’s not a problem; hell, I should do this more for you, not just on special occasions.”

“You don’t have to do all this for me.”

His smile broadened. “But I want to. I love you, and you deserve to be treated like a queen every day.” You smiled back at him, ducking your head at his praise. “So, any plans for after dinner, sweetheart?”

You thought about it. “Can we just…cuddle on the couch? Please?”

“Of course,” he replied, chuckling.

Once done with dinner, Peter cleared the table, telling you to go relax on the couch. You knew there was no point in arguing, so you made your way over. Soon enough, he came out to you, carrying your favorite blanket. Your eyes lit up as Peter sat down next to you, wrapping you both in the blanket and pulling you close. You sighed in content, happy to be spending the night with someone who loved you so much, who you also loved more than you could say. You both watched something you wanted to, rather than the sports news that Peter usually watched at night. During commercial breaks, he would press kisses to the side of your head, whispering how much you meant to him.

At one point, he pulled away from you, smiling at the little whine you made. “I’ll be right back, my love.” And with that, he headed to the kitchen. You heard noises from within, and you were curious what he was up to. You had your answer soon enough when Peter came back with a slice of cake on a plate, a small candle burning in it.

“Pete…” you said as a warning.

“It’s your birthday; you’re allowed to have a piece of cake,” he replied. He resumed his seat next to you, letting you blow out the candle. You couldn’t think of anything to wish for, having everything you needed right here in front of you. He took the candle out, then held the plate as he fed you.

You hummed happily at the first bite. “Oh my god, this is good! How did you know my favorite flavor?”

“I may have enlisted some help”—you gave him a look and he shook his head— “nuh uh; I’m not giving up my sources.”

You huffed. “Well, I guess I can’t be too upset….”

You ate most of the slice, forcing Peter to eat at least some of it. It was the perfect end to a long, tiring day. While he took the plate to the kitchen, you stretched and yawned.

“Are you ready for bed?” he asked, coming to stand behind the couch. He leaned over you, and you looked up at him, smiling sleepily.

“Yeah; I’m exhausted,” you replied.

Peter smiled and leaned down, giving you an upside-down kiss. “Let’s get you to sleep, then.” He came around the couch, turning the tv off and pulling you to your feet. He guided you down the hallway, and you all but collapsed in bed, ready to sleep your exhaustion away, curled up in Peter’s arms.

“Thank you again for tonight, babe. It was perfect,” you mumbled, voice half-muffled by your pillow.

He grinned as he climbed into bed next to you, pulling you close, and his voice right in your ear. “I’m glad part one was a success.”

“Part one?”

His chest vibrated against your back as he chuckled, his breath hot on your neck. “Of course; the next time you have a day off, I plan to completely spoil you. All day, whatever you want, and it’s yours.”

You rolled over in his arms and gave Peter the look. He understood, rolling onto his back and allowing you to curl against his side, your head on his chest. You could hear his strong, steady heartbeat, and you felt such a strong sense of love for him in this moment.

“I’d like that,” you murmured. Peter’s hand came up your back, threading his fingers through your hair.

“Good. I’d like that, too.”

#peter stone x reader #law and order svu #law and order svu fanfic #fanfic #my writing

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btsficsforthehumble · 3 years

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adj.: 1. Modern, unfamiliar, or different

2. Not based on or conforming to what is generally done or believed

pairing: reader x ot7

genre: college au; angst, fluff, smut, poly, ot7

Summary: You begin your first year at a prestigious university, set out on achieving your academic goals when a series of men step into your life that change the way you view the definition of love.

A/N: Small s/o to Fae from sope-and-shine for giving me great inspiration for this chapter!

Part Three

Warnings: none in this chapter

Word count: 1.8k

You continue down the street, noticing yourself hold a faint smile from your time with Jimin. You have a feeling Intro to Comp will be more fun than you anticipated with him to keep you company. You really appreciated his easy-going nature that allowed playful digs to seem second nature between you two, even if you had just met.

You glance up at the sun, now starting to feel more intense as it approaches midday. Noticing, you slip your sunglasses out of your backpack and look at your phone to double check directions --- you weren’t too confident getting around campus quite yet. As you are looking at your GPS app, you see a text pop up from an unknown number.

*Hi y/nnnnn it’s your favorite seat partner from intro to comp!! Hehe*

You roll your eyes at Jimin’s text, and save his number.

*You are my only seat partner from intro to comp, Jimin. It’s been one day.*

*:( Don’t be a meanie, y/n. You know I’d be your favorite no matter what :DD*

*Who's to say? Maybe next time I’ll sit closer to Yoongi*

*GASP. You wouldn’t dare*

*Are you willing to put money on that?*

As you text Jimin, you follow the directions on your phone and end up at a cute little grocery store, with a built in cafe off to the side. When you notice it, you get some spring in your step. After seeing the coffee that the other students had in class you were yearning for a cup of your own, especially after your hectic morning.

The barista sent you a smile as you read the menu. Deciding on a nice warm cappuccino, you tell her your order and walk over to the side to receive your drink when she finishes.

She rings you out, and as you wait for your drink you begin running though your mental grocery list. Thankfully your apartment had a decent kitchen, which you knew you’d get good use of as you enjoyed cooking when you had a chance. Not to mention, your parents owned a small bakery in your hometown which meant you were well versed in the art of baking, and often found yourself baking during stressful moments in your life as a distraction. Maybe while you were here you’d pick up some basic supplies for baking… sugar, flour, baking soda, vanilla extract….

Your train of thought was quickly cut off by the barista, sliding your drink across the counter with a smile. You give her one back as you thank her, and stroll over to where you think the baking aisle would be. You take your time, checking out the products in each section to make sure you got everything you needed, beyond just your baking supplies.

As you near the paper goods aisle, you barely see a figure swing around the corner and run smack-dab into a paper towel display, which happened to be less than a meter from you. Unfortunately, the collision caused several of the rolls to go flying --- and one flying hard enough to knock the fresh coffee right out of your hand.

The chaos of the moment causes you to stand a little open mouthed while you stare at the now half-empty cardboard coffee cup rolling on it’s side away from you.

Toward the top of your field of vision you see a pair of men’s sneakers, which causes you to scan up towards his face. He is looking at you with the widest doe-eyed shocked expression you have possibly ever seen. His arms are half reached out, as if he wants to help, but can’t as he already caused the damage. One of the arms reaching out at you has a patchwork of black ink, trailing down over his toned muscles to his knuckles. His oversized grey t-shirt and loose jeans seem to swallow him a bit, which only adds to the almost child-like innocence of his wide eyes. Wavy brown hair frames his face, accentuating his masculine jawline.

Once your eyes connect for a few seconds, surely both wide in shock, he makes a squeaking noise and bends down to collect the scattered rolls.

“I’m so sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going and I took the turn too fast, I’ll go buy you another coffee as soon as I pick these up---” His voice, while speaking rapidly, remained soft and delicate, obviously embarrassed at his mistake. When you bend down to join him in collecting the runaway towels, he cuts himself off to again look at you with a wide-eyed expression.

You smile at him, the surprise from the situation fading as you stretch your upper body as far as you can to grab one that rolled particularly far. “It’s okay, we all can be clumsy sometimes. I promise it’s not that big of a deal, it was just a coffee.” You give him a warm smile in reassurance, wanting to ease his obvious anxiety.

You both stand up, having collected the spilled display and him grabbing your abandoned coffee cup. “Um, what were you drinking? I’ll get you a new one, it’s the least I could do.” His blush deepens with his question, and he nervously glances off to the side as he grabs his elbow of the hand holding the empty cup to make himself smaller.

“It was a cappuccino… but honestly, you really don’t need to, it’s okay.” Sending him another warm smile, you hope to convey your ease at the situation.

“No, I want to. I’ll be right back, okay?” He holds your gaze for a second, seeming to double check that you weren’t going to run away on him.

“Okay.” Once you let out your reply, he sends you a quick smile as he turns around and lightly jogs away from you, back the direction you came from.

You can't help but notice the subtle ripple of his muscles across his shoulder blades as he does so. For being so meek, he sure had quite the muscular build under those baggy clothes. He definitely was “yummy” to use the word Jimin so aptly applied to Yoongi earlier. At the memory, you couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle under your breath.

You scan the area quickly, making sure your run in with the boy didn’t leave a mess anywhere in the store. After seeing it clear, you glance back over your shoulder to watch him talking to the same barista. You could tell, even from this distance, that he seemed slightly embarrassed and had a pink tinge to his cheeks. The duality of this guy honestly is blowing your mind… his tattoos and muscular physique would give the impression that he would be super intimidating and confident, but by the way he blushed at attention so easily and was so timid when he apologized to you showed that he was was really a big sweetheart.

As he was now waiting for the barista to remake your drink, standing in the same spot you occupied a few minutes ago, you felt awkward hovering in the spot of the incident. After a quick glance back at him, you thought he would be able to find you pretty easily if you ventured down the aisle further. An aisle down from the paper goods, you found yourself in the exact aisle you were looking for.

Your mind quickly abandoned any prior thought as you took stock of the baking supplies the store had to offer. It looks like you’d be spending more on groceries today than you had anticipated.

“Um, here’s your coffee…” The boy from earlier had returned before you realized any time had passed. Caught, you looked at him, now looking at you, with a hesitant look on his face, as he saw the almost comical amount of stuff you had balanced in your arms. Now embarrassed a tad, you realize you have no hand to take the coffee from him, and it seems like it had just occurred to him too. He looked back and forth between the coffee in his hand and your ridiculously full arms and quickly offered, “I’ll be right back. I’ll get you a basket.”

“Oh my gosh, thank you so much. I’m sorry, I guess I got carried away!” You sheepishly respond to his kind offer. It was above what a normal person would do. He nodded his head quickly and did his half-jog thing again to go back to the front of the store. You weren’t getting tired of the view, to be honest.

Before you even knew it, he was back and gently removing items from the tetris you created in your arms of baking supplies. “Thank you so much, you really don't have to do any of this…” you feel slightly guilty for the boy’s kindness.

“No, it’s really okay, I shouldn’t have thrown paper towels at you.” As he speaks, he catches your eye and gives you a smile you could only compare to a cute bunny or other small adorable creature. You couldn’t help but fall just a little in love with him right there in the aisle. Now comfortable enough to joke with you, you left out a surprised laugh in response. You tip your head back slightly and feel your cheeks squish up without warning.

“I suppose you got me there. Maybe try to lower the aggression levels on your next grocery store run,” you egg him on slightly, a teasing smile remaining on his face.

“What would be the fun in that?” His eyes hold contact just a millisecond longer than normal, and you swear you see a glint of mischief in them. Ah, so bunny-boy knows at least a little how much of a hunk he is.

“Do you flirt with pretty girls at the store by knocking the coffee out of their hands for fun then?” Your eyebrow is raised slightly, and your tone stays as a teasing lilt.

Apparently at his banter limit, he blushes and gapes for a second. “Just teasing you. Thank you again for the coffee,” you reassure. Full basket and fresh coffee in hand, you flash him one last grin before you make your way around him to head towards the register.

As you leave the store, re-entering the street, you can’t help but hope you run into that guy again. He seemed like a genuinely sweet person that you’d love to be friends with. Starting towards the direction of your apartment, you ponder the chances.

You also ponder what baked treat you were going to throw the rest of your afternoon into. After some mental deliberation, you settled on muffins. Easy to take with you for that pesky morning calculus class. Ugh, at the thought of calculus you groaned inside a little. Not only did you have to grapple with the boring math, but you now have to grapple with the decidedly not so boring boys in your class.

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nebulablakemurphy · 4 years

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Safe House

Fred Weasley x Muggleborn!Reader

Requested by the lovely @wand3ringr0s3 I hope you like it! 💕

Summary: Y/N goes into hiding with the Weasleys and misses the life you had before.

Request: Hello! I love your fics so much. I saw your thing about comfort fics and honestly I’m really not doing to great recently. If you don’t mind could I request a Fred Weasley x reader fic with mental/emotional comfort. This whole COVID situation has caused me a lot of stress lol. Also family and school ain’t helping. You can decide what the plot is :) Thank you so much <3

Words: 1k+

You can’t recall the hour, it must have been sometime in the early evening. Fred had insisted you two be the last on the dance floor at Bill and Fleur’s wedding. You remember the feeling, the crisp summer air. You remember where you were standing, who you were looking at, the champagne flute you were holding in your hands. The day that life as you knew it, skittered to a halt.

News that the ministry had fallen didn’t come as a total surprise. There’d been corruption within it for years. Mr. Weasley entrusted you with that information, once you were of age. They’d always treated you like family, even after a rather short lived break up between Fred and yourself.

Ron, Harry and Hermione disappeared, into thin air. Death eaters materializing, from all directions. Fred pushing you behind him, prepared for battle. Eventually abandoning the burrow.

You remember the dress, your favorite color; the dress that took his breath away. The material tattered and torn, when you finally reach the designated safe house.

Now, everyday is nearly the same. You wake up, in the bed you share with Fred. He’s either fast asleep, or some nights, you suspect he hasn’t slept at all. If you’re both feeling up to it, you’ll make love. Taking the small bit of comfort the other has to offer. You shower and ready for the day, then head down for breakfast, going through the motions.

The radio stays on, the only assurance that life exists, outside your tiny bubble. Mr. Weasley listens to the static, crackling, voices nonstop. Mrs. Weasley doesn’t like to hear it at all. That was the difference between them, the one who wants to know, and the one who can’t bear to.

Ginny leaves for Hogwarts in the fall, part of you envies her. The larger part is worried, it’s supposed to be safer there. You pray it is.

Your parents are muggles, they don’t understand, not really. You tell yourself it’s best that they don’t. Even when your extended family voices their concern because you ‘dropped out of school.’ In their minds, you’d run off to live with your boyfriend and work a dead end job.

Fred keeps your spirits up, keeps you grounded, centered and safe. Although he’s clearly struggling himself. His mind is beautiful; bursting with ideas, that have no where to go.

You want to help, but it’s impossible when you’re drowning in...this. Whatever this is.

“Good morning.” Fred greets you, snuggling against your back. His cool feet brush over the arch of your own.

“Good morning,” you yawn, lazily toying with the fingers that are draped over your waist.

“Planning on getting up anytime soon, lazy bones?” He hums.

“What’s the point?” You murmur, turning your face farther into the pillow.

“Hey now, don’t go talking like that!” Fred shifts his weight to his elbow. Trying to get a better look at you. “You’ll bruise my ego. Spending time with me is the point.”

“But I can spend time with you here.” You point out.

“The family driving you mental, after all?” He presses a kiss to your shoulder.

“It’s hard to explain.” You purse your lips. “My body is rested, my mind is tired, and it makes me feel like I’m going to come out of my skin.”

Fred nods, “here I thought it was just me.”

“Do you...feel it too?” You wonder, turning over to face him.

“Every bloody day!” His wide eyes find yours. “We’re locked up here, Gin and Ron are out there. Your family’s out there, Hermione, Harry, all of our friends. Diagon Alley‘s been taken over by death eaters, the ministry has it out for muggleborns; and Mum! I love the woman dearly, but all she does nowadays is feed us. I’m trying to keep my figure here.”

“Your figure is fine,” you manage a smile. “Mine on the other hand-“

“You’re beautiful, just as you are,” Fred quiets you. “Truth is, it’s you that’s keeping me going. Not knowing how long we’ll be here is the worst of it. Can’t even count down properly, there’s no end in sight.”

That was part of it, the uncertainty of when it would be safe to leave. The yearning for what was; what might never be. “I just want to wake up the morning before Bill and Fleur’s wedding. I want to have that feeling again. I want to have hope.”

He sighs, deeply, “you will have that feeling again. You’ll be surrounded by your family, all of our friends. The sun will shine so brightly, you’ll need to block it from your eyes. The wind rustles the tree branches, and all the birds fly low, chirping just for you.”

“They better not poo on me.” You crack a grin.

“It’s good luck, sweetheart.” Fred laughs. “I only wish you told me sooner.”

“Seems wrong to complain when people are dying.” You confess, twisting a lock of red hair around your finger.

“It’s never wrong to feel the way you feel. Suffering isn’t a contest,” Fred mutters.

“I couldn’t manage this without you.” You sigh, he always knows what to say.

“You give me too much credit. You can weather any storm, all on your own. You’re resilient and brilliant and strong. When you put your mind to it, anything you want is as good as yours.” His eyes shine brightly, full of renewed enthusiasm.

“I want you.” You still can’t imagine going it alone.

“You have me. So long as I live, it’s me and you.” He kisses the tip of your nose.

“That doesn’t sound half bad.” You grin.

“Half bad?” Fred gawks, rolling you onto your back. “Not half bad?” He repeats, ticking your sides.

“I’m sorry! It sounds good.” You amend, howling with laughter. “So good!”

“That’s what I thought you said.” Fred joins in, you’ve missed that sound.

You stop fighting, when his teasing turns to kisses. Letting Fred bring you to life, the way that only he can. Reminding you what it feels like to be filled with passion. The way things used to be...before. Perhaps he was the only bit of that life you get to keep; somehow that‘s alright. Things can still be good here, if you allow them to be.

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yongtxt · 4 years

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one summer’s day [yuta]

word count: 6.5k words

characters: parent!yuta x parent!reader ft. 95 line and a child

genre: angst. just suffering

warnings: mentions of illnesses, hospitals, and deaths. includes a bit of smoking, too. a ton of inaccurate medical information. yuta has self-deprecating and self-destructive tendencies

author’s note: this is my third (and last!!!) hospital-based fic and i’m running out of ways to describe a hospital. this is emotionally taxing but this was so fun to write! also i tried out a new format so i hope it looks okay? (unedited but not rlly)

Nakamoto Mai’s summers were always spent basking in the white heat of the sun with the salty water of the ocean’s waves splashing against her skin. Your husband would hold her up by her arms, wading them ashore to where you were watching them over, lounging on a beach towel with your knees hugged to your chest.

Yuta would set his daughter on the sand, allowing her to run off to where her short limbs could take her—chasing off the seagulls that would land near her vicinity. He would make his way to you, dripping with water, and he would tackle you onto the ground just to tease you and hear your sweet laugh that was filled with nothing but love.

It wouldn’t take long before Mai would scurry back to her parents, out of breath and her plump cheeks glowing a shade of red you were already too familiar with. She’d crawl into Yuta’s arms while you’d carefully smear on a thick glob of aloe vera gel on her face, poking the tip of her nose and making her giggle.

For a family that resided in the urban city, you always appreciated the time you got to spend in the beaches of Daecheon with the most important people in your life; Yuta, your high school sweetheart that you got to marry two years after your first child was born, and Mai, the physical proof of the love you shared with him.

You had Mai at a time that was least expected. At the early age of twenty-one, bearing a child was the curveball that threw your and Yuta’s life into disarray. Your wishes of traveling outside the country were put to a halt and Yuta’s plans of dabbling into his long-time hobby of soccer were withheld; you were both forced into joining the workforce to afford to raise a child that you weren’t even sure you wanted to have in the first place.

But it was in the way you heard her steady heartbeats at your first ultrasound, how it immediately made your resolve waver. The look of pure adoration Yuta held the first time he’d felt her kicking in your stomach, it was a look you’ve never seen before—a look that made it feel like it was all worth it.

The day came when she was finally born into the world, holding onto your thumb as you held the newborn baby onto your chest. You knew right then and there that all of the doubts and worries you’ve had coming into your pregnancy, it didn’t matter anymore as long as you had Mai and Yuta with you.

It wasn’t easy to be parents at such a young age. To be able to juggle parenthood and your respective careers, you and Yuta wouldn’t dare say that you’ve come close to mastering the skill but you were sure close to it. Mai had a wonderful upbringing despite the many hardships you and Yuta have gone through. She managed to grow up in an environment that emanated warmth and affection, unaware of her parents’ sacrifices of their young adulthood to be able to give her the life she deserved.

Spoiled, as others may think, but she was her parents' pride and joy. Neither of you wouldn’t want her to be treated anything less than a princess should. The smile Mai always had on, you would do everything in your power to keep it.

As pampered as she was, most of it came from a place of having to treat her especially with care and attention more than a normal child would need because Mai was a chronically ill child. Born with a weak heart, it was a miracle that she even survived the delivery to start with.

She had always been sickly therefore trips to her many pediatricians weren’t unusual for your family, already having familiarized with most of the doctors and nurses who usually took care of her at your local hospital.

Mai had a lively personality, leading an active lifestyle spent running and playing around all day, but her heart defect caused her to be easily tired. Her constant shortness of breath put her in danger thus her pediatricians had made it a note to always keep an out for her.

When Mai fell into a continuous fever after your family’s trip to the beach, you didn’t think anything of it because of how frequently it happened. Yuta made you go to work and leave Mai in his care while he still had another day of his paid leave, reassuring that she would be fine as long as he was there to take care of her.

That same morning, Mai clambered off her bed—a little too early than her usual wake-up—and waddled into her parents’ bedroom, still burning high off her fever. She reached out for her father’s sleeping form on the bed, tugging on the sleeves of his shirt.

“Papa, it hurts.” She said once Yuta had groggily sat up to properly tend to his child’s cries, seeing the clumps of tears forming at the corner of her eyes. The sight was enough to jostle him awake, alarmed.

He pulled her off the ground and plopped the five-year-old onto his lap, worry growing in the pit of his stomach. It was only in rare cases when Mai’s pain would bring her to tears, indicating how much she was hurting. She looked worse than what he remembered the night before; her breathing still irregular as it always was, but her skin was paler than normal and sweat formed in her temple—it didn’t look like she was suffering her regular lapses.

Yuta asked, “Where is it hurting, Mai?”

She hesitantly pointed to her chest, to where her heart was. Without another question asked, he hurriedly grabbed his car keys from the bedside table. Her pediatricians told you and Yuta of her risk of chest pains and how they shouldn’t treat it lightly considering that she was merely a child. If it goes beyond what Mai could handle, she should immediately see the professionals to get treated.

In his sleepwear, Yuta drove to the hospital as fast—but safely—as he could. Anxious fingers drummed against the steering wheel while Mai sat at the back in her booster seat, her stuffed toy of a dolphin enveloped in her arms.

Briefly checking themselves in the emergency ward, some of the nurses who were already familiar with the Nakamotos ushered them towards the waiting room the moment they had spotted Yuta carrying Mai into the entrance.

He always sat near the decorative fish tank, knowing how much Mai loved watching the fishes swim around. It distracted her from the dread that came with the never-ending blood tests and x-rays she was required to take. It was effective almost every time, but it seemed like that day wasn’t like any normal day.

Mai stilled in her father’s arms in the time they spent in the waiting room, her eyes sewn shut and her lips clamped together. Watching her choking in her sobs and unable to do anything about it, it only broke Yuta’s heart more than it already has.

He let out a shaky breath, wanting the day to be over with already.

You entered Mai’s room in haste, slamming the door open as you heaved heavy pants. Still in your work attire, you dropped your bags onto the tiled floor and hurried to your child’s side.

“Mama!” Mai exclaimed, still the cheery child that she was. Yuta, who sat on a chair beside the bed, jumped at her sudden yell and whipped his head to his side to find you already reaching out to her.

You carefully cradled her into the crook of your neck, stroking her hair. She donned a hospital gown and she was hooked onto several machines, patches on her chest for the cardiac monitor and a nasal cannula in her nose; the situation seemed worse than what she let on, how her eyes lit up at your arrival, happy and enthusiastic, opposed how grave of a situation it looked.

“How are you feeling, Mai?” You asked in hopes that your worry wasn’t evident in your tone, holding onto her comparatively smaller hands in yours. “Are you still hurt anywhere?”

She shook her head fervently, a wide grin adorning her beautiful features, “No, no! I feel much better now!”

You let out a breathy laugh, pinching her cheek and making her whine at your doting. Ease washed over you, the tension you had on your shoulders released almost in an instant at the assurance that Mai wasn’t hurting anymore and she was okay.

“I told you that you should never lie about what you’re feeling, Mai.” Yuta spoke up beside you and for a second you’ve forgotten that he was there at all, how quiet he’s been since you came. He looked exhausted, pieces of hair sticking out in different directions and a frown etched on his face.

“But it’s the truth!” Mai pouted her lips, glaring at her father who could only let out a faint chuckle.

You turned to Yuta and leaned over to place a kiss on his forehead, lingering for a moment longer. You wanted to apologize to him for leaving him to deal with it alone, but you knew he would just brush it off with him as the type of person who’d bottle in his stress to not worry those around him.

“Was it really necessary to confine her?” You asked, wrapping an arm around Yuta’s head and pulling him to your side in an attempt to console him—yourself, too, in his touch.

Of all the times you had to run Mai to the emergency ward, it has never come to a point where she needed to stay a day longer in the hospital. The machines she was hooked up on were usually used, but her tests and x-rays were possible to accomplish within the day. There usually was no need to confine her.

“They found an anomaly in one of her tests, her doctors wanted her to stay the night while they made sure that everything’s alright.” Yuta said as quietly as he could, wanting the conversation to be kept strictly between the two of you. He doubted Mai would even understand, but he didn’t want to take his chances of scaring his own child.

You bit the insides of your cheek, the return of the panicked thuds in your heart almost deafening. You replied, “It’s probably a mistake on their part, it’s gonna be fine.”

Yuta wasn’t quite sure if you meant to say it to him or to yourself. Either way, he appreciated it nonetheless. Having you beside him was already a weight lifted off him, he had less to worry about now that you were with him.

Mai, sensing the heavy tension in the room like the smart and sensible girl that she was, shuffled closer to her parents’ side of the bed but Yuta was quick to stop her from doing so. He wouldn’t want to risk snapping off her tubes, a lesson they had to learn the hard way before. She frowned, grabbing her father’s arm instead.

“Really, I’m okay now!” Mai was persistent even against the helpless expressions her parents wore, determined to make them believe so. She added, “Papa said that we can go home once mama comes so we can leave now, right?”

“We have to make sure that you’re actually fine, Mai. We have to stay a little longer.” You tried to smile at her, to make it seem like nothing was wrong. You cupped her face into the palm of your hand, caressing her skin with your thumb. “Is that okay?”

“I guess so.” She huffed, but her grimace was gone as soon as it appeared when you attacked her with a claw to tickle her stomach.

Yuta joined in eventually, hesitant still, but he relented just to hear Mai’s laughter—her hearty laughs that never failed to light up the room and make them feel better. He wondered just how much pain she was actually in to be able to hide it this well or was she even in pain at all like she had claimed.

She was acting as if she was perfectly fine but then again, Mai was a child who never liked to see people worrying. Much like him, he realized.

It took hours before one of Mai’s main pediatricians came knocking on the door, hours of agonizing torture on your and Yuta’s end. When you let Doctor Kang into the room, Mai was in the middle of eating dinner that his Uncle Taeyong had kindly cooked and dropped off at the hospital at the news of his niece’s confinement.

Mai visibly perked at the familiar man, waving her hand wildly to greet the doctor she had known for as long as she could remember. If she thought about it hard enough, almost all of her early memories included Doctor Kang, having been to hospitals so much to the extent that doctors no longer feared her unlike most children would.

“I assume you feel better now?” Doctor Kang asked in a playful tone, making his way to the side of Mai’s bed while you followed suit behind him. With her mouth full of chicken, she could only give him a high-spirited thumbs up. He chuckled, “That’s great to hear, Mai.”

“Us adults are going to talk for a bit so just continue eating what Uncle Taeyong gave you.” Yuta said, ruffling Mai’s hair. She nodded, too engrossed in her seahorse-shaped nuggets to be defiant that she wasn’t included.

Doctor Kang led you and Yuta to the corner of the room where there was a couch you could sit on. Yuta’s hand found yours subconsciously as you braced yourself for what Mai’s pediatrician had to say.

“Based on Mai’s medical records, she was born with a congenital heart defect, yes?” Doctor Kang asked, shoving his hands into the pockets of his white coat.

“Yes, but other doctors told us that it wasn’t life-threatening.” You remarked, already defensive. You were about to rise in your seat if it wasn’t for Yuta’s hold on you. Doctor Kang’s expression remained calm despite your reaction that you assumed he already anticipated. With a smaller voice, you said, “She’s been completely fine ever since.”

Doctor Kang nodded, “That is true but there’s a sudden spike in one of her tests, Mrs. Nakamoto. We’ve run it multiple times already to make sure but it looks like Mai is now prone to convulsions and epilepsy-like symptoms.”

“Convulsions? Epilepsy?” You trailed off, disliking the taste it left on your tongue. You felt Yuta’s grip on you tighten. “Isn’t this a bit too unexpected? What caused this?”

“These things just happen if you were born with a heart defect, we can never tell when it occurs. The most we can do is treat it accordingly.” Doctor Kang said, and you didn’t bother hiding the breath of relief you released. It was treatable, at least. “Expect that her health will be unstable as we’re yet to find out how her body will react so I’m advising that Mai should stay here for the meantime so we could monitor her closely.”

“She’ll be okay, right?” Yuta spoke for the first time since Doctor Kang arrived, his voice quiet and unsure. “Mai will get better?”

Doctor Kang sighed through his nose, pushing up his glasses, “We will do everything in our power to take care of her but you have nothing to be worried about, Mr. and Mrs. Nakamoto. Your daughter is a strong girl.”

The said girl sat on her hospital bed, clueless to her parents’ slow descent to their anxieties they kept suppressed for so long.

Yuta stared at Mai’s serene face, her figure curled into a fetal position as she let out snores without care. He stood from a distance, leaning against the wall while you sat on a stool beside him. You shared the same worn-out appearance as your husband, dark circles and all.

A week has passed since Mai was confined in the hospital and it hasn’t gotten any better since. Her temperature kept fluctuating and she spent most of her nights switching her nasal cannula to an oxygen mask for a higher dosage of oxygen, unable to breathe properly anymore whenever she tried to fall asleep. She was also coughing a lot more, swelling in the most random parts.

Mai’s condition was getting worse by the day; unfortunately, it was taking its toll on you and Yuta as well, and you hated how much it showed.

“I’m killing her.” Yuta managed to choke out in the midst of his cries, his unkempt nails digging into the palm of his hands.

“You’re not killing her.” You snapped, incapable of even bringing yourself to rise from your seat to embrace him as much as your mind wanted to. Your body felt too exhausted, emotionally and physically too drained to function. You settled on holding his hand instead, to keep him from hurting himself as you’ve already instinctively known of his mechanisms. “You’re just panicking.”

“My father died because of the same illness, it’s hereditary. I passed the curse onto my child.” He wept, finding his solace in the way your thumb was rubbing circles onto the back of his hand.

“Mai is not gonna fucking die, Yuta.” You said, much more sternly this time with a tiny hint of aggravation seeping through in your rise of tone. You didn’t even want to think of the possibility of your daughter’s death, the thought alone brought tears to your eyes. You clicked your tongue, “Please, you have to trust your daughter a little more.”

Burying his face into his free hand, he let out shallow breaths. You sighed, but it didn’t bear animosity nor ill will, you were just tired—tired of pretending that you weren’t as in equal distress as he was. You couldn’t let anybody know of your vulnerabilities, especially not to your husband who was already suffering as it is.

Forcing yourself of energy, you pushed yourself up from your stool and took Yuta in your arms. You let him cry onto your shoulder that night, your own tears damping the back of your hand.

Despite that you were just human with the same capacity for emotions as much as the next person, you needed to be strong for your family. You didn’t know who else could take care of them if not you.

There were days Yuta thought it was gonna get better. A fool that he was, truly.

Days when Mai’s uncles would come to visit their favorite niece, Taeyong with his arms full of newly bought toys for them to play with and Johnny with his shoulders carrying bags and bags of children’s books he wanted to read to her, and days when he’s able to leave work early and she’s gets to spend time with both of her parents by her side.

Those were the days Yuta never wanted to end because only in those times would he see again the glint in Mai’s eyes that she had lost, the glow she radiated in her elation. She’d be talkative, she had so many stories to tell and Yuta would never get tired of hearing all of it. So full of life and childlike charisma, it was as if everything was back to normal—except it wasn’t.

Days like those would always end in nights of suffering and agony for your family. Mai would lay on the hospital bed in a cold sweat, fighting a battle she wasn’t winning and there was nothing he could do to help alleviate the pain she was feeling. The monotonous beeping of her machines had become her lullabies, it would drown out your storytelling that used to lull her asleep.

Yuta was in a bad headspace, that he knew. Whenever he looked at you, he was reminded of it; how reliant he was of you for emotional support. The guilt he felt was overwhelming, it almost threatened to pour. He hears your desperate cries at night and your silent prayers, he knew how exhausted you were and there would be times he wanted to just say that you didn’t have to put up a tough and optimistic persona for Mai, for him.

But he would be lying if he did so. He was crumbling, he wasn’t in the clearest of mindset.

There would be instances so extreme that he would wish that he could just stay in his office and never return to the hospital, to never face his harsh reality and pretend that this wasn’t his.

Yuta would think to himself, who am I kidding?

He shouldn’t have ever met you and gotten you pregnant, Mai wouldn’t have to endure the pain he had caused her by being his child, but he was selfish. He had to sow what he reaped, to see through his curse that he jinxed his family with.

“Papa, look!” Mai called from where she splayed across the hospital bed, Yuta looked over his shoulder to see her proudly presenting her finished work of the LEGO set of a beach house that you had bought for her. She had a toothy grin on her face, showing off the pieces that came with it. “It’s me, papa, and mama! Look!”

“You’re already done with it?” He chuckled, walking over to see what she had been working on diligently for hours. His heart squeezed, noticing how she purposely customized the pieces to resemble your family’s own beach house in Daecheon; from the missing panels of the fences that he ruined and the placements of the flower pots you tended.

“Is this supposed to be me?” He asked, picking up a figurine that she had messily painted its hair with black acrylic to match his. She nodded enthusiastically. He laughed, “Mai, this is really good!”

“Yeah, I worked really hard on it!” She giggles, stifling a cough. Yuta rubbed his hand over her back to soothe her, kissing the top of her head to make her know of his appreciation of her hard work. A genuine smile on his face for once.

He always wondered how Mai made it so easy to melt all of his troubles and anxieties away. Her tiny body was capable of so much love, she lit up his darkest days so effortlessly. It made him feel so loved to know how much his daughter thought of him.

Yuta wanted to curse himself for all the times that he thought of himself badly. Regardless of his desperate pleads and regrets, he knew full well that he loved Mai too much to not wish her into existence.

He had to work on negating his thoughts that fantasized about his own destruction. If Mai had known how badly he spoke of himself, he knew she wouldn’t like it—perhaps it would even shatter her image of him of the always optimistic, always confident father that he built.

His self-deprecation will not get the best of him again, for his mental stability and his family’s.

With his phone pressed against his ear with one hand, Yuta held up a lit cigarette in the other. The pungent smell of tobacco lingered in the air, he inhaled its remnants deeply like a depraved man would.

“Papa, when are you coming home? Mama sucks at doing the fishes’ voices!” Mai’s voice pierced in his ear, and Yuta heard you laughing from the background. His daughter’s voice sounded hoarse, but he didn’t let it sway him from souring her mood.

Tapping the ash off his stick, he said, “I’m almost done with work, okay? I’ll come home soon.”

Home, it was an odd term to call the bleak white-walled room that confined his child. As the days dragged on, Yuta has grown to accept it for what it is. While it was a prison to most, Mai treated the hospital room as she would to her own bedroom and the people who surrounded her were mostly to blame for it.

Because for Mai, it felt just like home whenever Uncle Taeyong would come and visit. He’d pull out papers and paints from his bag and encourage her to be creative. They would pin up their artworks on the walls for everybody to see, and she would giggle when she’ll overhear her uncle getting scolded by you for making a mess of the splatters they made, but he would always be forgiven for most of their works was of their family (uncles included; Uncle Taeyong wouldn’t allow them to be excluded).

It felt like home whenever Uncle Johnny would sneak around past visiting hours to bring Mai a new stuffed toy to add to her ever-growing collection. He would excuse himself that it was urgent, that the toys helped her sleep better at night, but they all knew that he was just too excited to see his niece’s reaction to waste a day. A wide variety of different water animals piled up near the bed, all courtesy of her uncle’s wallet and his tendency to spoil her.

Even on Mai’s worst days, it still felt like home. When she would curl into a position with her small fists digging into her chest that felt too constricted, completely unable to lift another finger because her body would be in too much pain, Yuta would be there to hold her hand. You would place her head on your lap, running your fingers through her hair to quietly soothe her until Mai would begin to forget that she was ever in pain.

Yuta hated the hospital, he hated how dreary it was. But it was home. As long as he had his family with him, it didn’t matter where home was—home was never just a place, it was a feeling he felt whenever he was with you and Mai. The hospital he had associated with nothing but misery for so long, Room 345 had become a place he could now look forward to coming home to.

Yuta dropped his cigarette and crushed it with the sole of his shoe, eager to wrap things up for the day so he could see his family again.

On her twenty-first day in the hospital, Mai had still shown no signs of recovery. Yuta was so sure that his nightmare was coming to life.

“We did everything we could, but her health is deteriorating every day and we’re running out of ways to keep her symptoms at bay.” Doctor Kang bowed his head, his guilty apologies falling on deaf ears.

Yuta’s fist collided with the wall, a loud crack resonating from its sheer impact.

“It’s unfortunate but for now the machines are keeping her alive.” Doctor Kang added, his voice lost in the midst of your inconsolable hysterics and Yuta’s fit of rage. “We’re still doing the best we could, but I’m so sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Nakamoto…”

The voice in Yuta’s head grew louder and louder, screaming that it was his fault, his fault, his fault. This time, he wasn’t able to shut it out.

When you were still carrying Mai in your womb—only three months into your pregnancy with barely a bump to show off—Yuta made a promise to give his unborn child the entire world.

He wanted to be the best father, the kind of father who would be capable of protecting them from all the harsh reality and the kind of father who would be by their side for all of their ups and downs. He would not miss a moment of his child’s life, he would watch them grow in front of his very eyes to be a person he’d be proud to call his child.

But now he couldn’t believe his eyes, Mai at five years old was lying on a hospital bed. He was looking at her so intently as if he was trying to commit her appearance into his mind—how the curve of her nose bore a resemblance to yours, how her lips reminded him of his own, and even how her eyes were similar to her grandmother’s; all of it, he instilled all of it.

Yuta found it painfully cruel how not a single feature of his late father was passed down to Mai. Nakamoto Tatsuo, the kind father that he was, had an appeal to his appearance and was a sight to behold but none of his traits could be distinguished from Mai’s face, it was just his weak heart that he passed unto her.

“Are you okay, papa?” Mai asked after a while of just observing her silent father, tilting her head confusedly at the sudden outburst of tears streaming down his cheeks. “I don’t like seeing papa cry.”

He nodded, wiping his cheeks rather aggressively, “You don’t have to worry about me, Mai. I’m alright.”

“Okay, I trust you… I love you, papa.” Mai smiled at him, and he burned the image into memory.

It happened on a day that felt too normal. Soft waves of laughter filled the room, accompanying it was Mai’s favorite movie soundtrack playing its pleasing tunes.

Mai was engrossed in a game of UNO with you, her small hands doing its best to carry a deck of The Little Mermaid themed cards. She had her tongue sticking out from focus, oblivious that you have been purposely making her win since the round had started.

Yuta, on the other hand, was tidying up the mess her uncles left when they had visited in the morning. He swore they coddled their niece too much.

Everything seemed so normal, it was just like any other day in the hospital. Mai was about to call her win, placing her final card in the pile, when her arm suddenly stiffened. She lurched over into a violent spasmodic fit, accidentally knocking off the stack of cards and snapping off the tubes she had in her nose that provided her oxygen.

You yelped in your startle, shaky fingers easing Mai into a position where she could breathe. For a moment, Yuta was frozen on his spot—utterly paralyzed by fear and panic as they had never seen their daughter have a seizure. He snapped back to reality soon after, forcing his legs to run out of the room and call for help.

Mai was still convulsing when Doctor Kang had finally arrived inside the room, he saw the condition she was in and he turned to Yuta who stood by the foot of the bed, watching the scene unfold with pure horror painted on his face.

“Both of you, get out now!” Doctor Kang’s voice bellowed, rushing to where Mai’s bed would pop its wheel. “I said, out!”

A horde of nurses barged into the room, ushering you and Yuta out of their way before either of you could’ve begun comprehending the situation. You were too stricken by shock, falling to the tiled floor as strangled sobs left your lips—desperate and helpless, while your husband stood by the door, gaping as he watched them wheel out his daughter to the direction of the emergency ward.

Yuta made his way to where the hospital bed used to be, kneeling down on the scattered mess they made of the playing cards. His vision blurred, he didn’t know where else he could find hope. It was as if he was merely just clawing at the seams that were threatening to pull apart any second.

He pressed his palms together, uttering a silent cry to a god he wasn’t quite sure he believed in anymore.

Yuta could not imagine living in a world where Mai was no longer.

A world where he would no longer wake up to her small hands shaking him awake, a world where he would no longer have to pick the peas off her dinner plate when you weren’t looking, a world where he would no longer need to take her to the beach just to satisfy her thirst of the ocean waves—he just couldn’t.

The world was robbing Yuta off witnessing the many firsts Mai was yet to experience, and he didn’t know if it was selfish of him that he couldn’t even think of accepting it. He wanted to see his daughter on her first day of school, to see her grow up and achieve her dreams and goals.

There was so much he had to know about her, to see her accomplish, but her clock was ticking. At age five, Mai was already laying on her deathbed. Unfairly so.

“She won’t be able to make it through the night.” Doctor Kang said, his head down low. “I’m so sorry.”

Hooked onto too many tubes to count, Mai rested on the hospital bed in her most peaceful slumber yet. She was unconscious to her mother’s cries, the first time Yuta had seen you crack in the eyes of others; you held onto her small frame for dear life, clutching onto her small pale hands as you laid beside her.

“What did we do wrong?” He heard you mutter to no one in particular, left it trembling in the suffocating air. “What the fuck did we do wrong?”

Yuta sat on the foot of the bed, unable to even look at Mai. He was scared, so terrified. In her final hours, he didn’t want to face her with a look that was sorrowful and guilt-ridden. He racked his brain of what to say, but he overwhelmed himself with his gazillion unsaid thoughts and it left ultimately him blank.

“Mai, are you listening?” He asked after a while, his voice hesitant and wavering. His throat felt dry as if he hasn’t spoken in years. When he received no reply, he let out a mirthless chuckle. He added, “Do you remember the first time we went to the beach?”

You craned your neck to meet Yuta’s eyes, bloodshot as yours were, and he didn't look away. He continued, “You were so little back then but you were rambunctious as ever. You loved the beach so much that I had to pretend that I got sick so we could go home.”

He saw your hand snake out of Mai’s blanket, holding it out for him to take. He caught it with his shaky fingers, tears tumbling out of his cheeks as he relished in the warmth you provided. Gripping on your hand with a tightness he couldn’t believe he was capable of in his state, you held on his even firmer; to assure him that you were there, that he was not alone.

“Mai,” You whispered in between hiccups, gazing at your daughter with such a tenderness Yuta knew was only reserved for Mai. “Mermaids and mermen don’t exist. It was only your papa who was swimming in the water when I pointed one to you.”

It was the crack in your voice that got him. You were letting yourself be vulnerable, and it pained him that it took you this long to finally allow yourself to be. The strong woman he was so in love with, falling apart right in front of him—somehow, you were still so beautiful. An absolute goddess that you were.

Tugging onto Yuta’s hand, he swallowed his reluctance and inched himself closer. He said on his way, “Mai, Uncle Johnny wasn’t the one who broke your favorite pail and shovel, it was me. I accidentally stepped on it and I blamed it all on your uncle because I didn’t want you to be mad at me.”

It went on for a while, your family’s exchange of apologies and truths. It was all either of you could say, but Yuta wished this moment could last forever. You were being honest with your feelings and he was braving against his insecurities as a father, but he knew no matter how much tears he’d shed, Mai was still dying.

“Mai,” Tone a little softer, Yuta called out to his daughter once more. “You and your mama are the reasons why my life is worth living. You’ve both brought out a side of me that I never once imagined I was capable of having. But Mai, you especially are my strength.”

You burrowed your nose into the small of Mai’s neck, muffling your cries at your husband’s confession. He carried on, baring his soul out, “You are the light of my life and of so many others and Mai, we need you to stay alive… I need you to keep on living.”

Mai coughed, and Yuta’s eyes shot open. You drew back, in equal shock at her sudden awakening. She smiled at the sight of her parents, barely having the strength and energy to flutter open her lids all the way, “Papa, if I promise to, can we go back to the beach?”

A gasp ripped off your throat, fresh tears welling in your eyes as if you hadn’t already exhausted yourself from crying. While you latched yourself onto Mai’s fragile form, Yuta’s limbs moved before he could even process what was happening. He scrambled towards the both of you, throwing his arms around his family in a dogpile, clinging with all of his strength.

“Mama, your hair. It tickles.” Mai delicately giggled, scrunching her nose to evade your locks. She couldn’t move in either of your holds, allowing your and Yuta’s combined warmth and coziness to envelop her whole, almost soothing her to a state of tranquility she was never truly accustomed to all her life.

“I’m sorry, Mai.” You laughed breathlessly, a sense of relief washing over you, and you looked at her with a certain yearning. It was an apology that encapsulated everything—to your faults and shortcomings, you poured it all. “Let us make it up to you, okay?”

Yuta gently placed his palm against the side of her head, pressing his cheek against her head of hair and he didn't move an inch. He found comfort at the beating of her heart, faint but it was still there. He mumbled, “Tell us how can we make it up to you, Mai.”

“I want a new pail and shovel.” Mai hummed after a while of silence, letting you pepper her face with hurried kisses—sloppy kisses that would last her a lifetime—and ignoring the damp feeling on her scalp as she nestled into his father’s touch.

Home, Yuta thought once more, this is home. He savored the feeling for what he didn’t know would be the last time because on the night of August 5th of 2023, an hour after she had woken up from her heavily painkiller-induced condition, Nakamoto Mai died of heart failure.

Unknowingly, a little piece of her broken parents died with her. To fill the emptiness that she had left hollow in your hearts, you and your husband would turn to the beach for a taste of peace that neither of you wouldn’t ever fully attain again.

Life wasn’t fair, and Yuta doesn’t think it would ever be when it had already robbed him of his life’s purpose.

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Swaps and Fellswaps (red) and maaaaaaaybe Horrortale? First time they ever said "I love you" to their s/o? Was it an accident? Did it slip out? Was it planned?

UnderswapBlue:

When you two first start going out, it was more under the lines of “we’re friends, but we’re seeing if we could be a couple” circumstances. Both of you were sort of nervous at first, but it evolved and the two of you continued to grow closer. He never really had to say “I love you” because you could see it with your own eyes. Not only was he obviously in love, he was practically smitten with you. When the two of you were on the couch, you were laying down, leaning against his side while he had a loose arm around you and played with a lock of your hair. It was such a wonderful way to end the day. All cozy under a blanket and being with the one you adore so much. You don’t know how it came up or why, but you thought for a moment you misheard him say,

“I love you.” His voice was so sure and confident, yet warm and gentle. You could do nothing but stare at him, unsure how to react and your chest overflowing with such flattery and admiration. He turns his attention to you and smiles. “What? I thought you knew that already.” He chuckles. Not waiting for a reply, he pulls you closer and kisses you gently. “Perhaps I should say that more often?”

Stretch:

God, he’s so bad at talking. Or, rather, it’s just getting it off his chest - er, ribs - in the first place. Once he starts talking, he can’t stop until he runs out of breath. You had no idea he had a thing for you until Blue said something, then you confronted Stretch about it. He was nervous, but eventually he confessed that he did have interest in you. So, the two of you started to date to see if it could work out. A part of you was happy and he really was the biggest sweetheart, but it was so difficult to get him to want to talk. At first, anyway. Now, he seems to tell you everything. He’s usually chatty whenever he’s cuddling up with you. Whether he’s stressed, frustrated, affectionate, doesn’t matter. It just makes you so happy that he can finally trust you enough to lower his guard a little. The two of you were having these little cuddle/chat sessions once, talking about the overall idea of relationships, among other things as well until he blurts out,

“I think I love you...” His voice was so quiet, as if the words themselves would shatter like glass. In your stunned silence, he misunderstood and frowns. “I mean... If you’re not ready for that, then I guess-” You shut him up in the sweetest way possible - with a kiss. He hugs you tight and curls himself closer to you. “Heh... I take it you feel the same way then?”

FellswapBlack:

Black can be easily flustered. You found this out by giving him a compliment once. His face flushed bright and stammered, all while trying to recompose himself. It was kind of cute, so you kept complimenting him every chance you got. Eventually, he must have gotten sick of it and snapped at you. You’re obviously teasing him, right?! Ah, he misunderstood. You explain to him that your compliments were genuine, but he doesn’t believe it. So, you start showing him other ways of affection, eventually warming his heart. Anyone with eyes could see that you two were into each other, except you two. In fact, it’s Rus who instigated the idea of you two actually going out.

“I jus’ hear Sans goin’ on and on about you all the time. Jus’ thought it’d be nice if you two were a thing.” He’d say. Black still wouldn’t budge. He feels comfortable with you, and you two do visit each other often and he does treat you out for breakfast/lunch/dinner at least once a week, but you two are just close friends... Right? It drives Rus nuts that you two are practically going out, but neither of you will admit it. So, he pushes his luck a bit and starts flirting with you. Black is instantly furious about this and when he finally snaps, he drags you away and speaks with you privately. And by “speaks with you” I mean he rants and screams about how inappropriate you and his brother are acting together. Which then evolves into an argument, which then leads him to blurt out,

“It’s because I love you, you idiot!” He slams his hands over his mouth and distances himself from you. “I-I mean... Ugh, God, I’m the idiot here... What am I doing...?” He mutters.

Rus:

Rus is careful. He doesn’t really let a lot of people into his life, and those he does, he usually doesn’t allow them to be that close to him. He’s a good person to go to if you need a friend, but he’s not exactly someone you’d call to help you move, in a way. And he’s okay with that. So, when you come around, you really turned his world upside-down. A part of him wants to trust you and let you in, but another part is so scared to get hurt and betrayed. This emotional war in his head shows with his actions, giving you mixed signals. He’s not playing games with you, he’s just as confused as you are. You decide to finally confront him about these signals and you refused to leave without an answer. Things almost got into a heated argument, but the two of you managed to keep calm.

“Look, I... I dunno what to tell you, kitten. I’m kinda messed up right now. I can’t tell ya if I love you or not, but I really want to.” He confesses. “Yeah... I really want to love you, but... I need you to be patient with me, okay?” He says gently, cupping your face. “I don’t want to hurt you and I’m scared that you might hurt me. I’ve been through hell, sweetheart, and I’m tired of seein’ pain. So, just be patient with me and I promise, I’ll love you with everythin’ I got.”

HorrortaleAxe:

Axe really needs to work on himself a lot before he even considers being in a relationship. He’s been through hell and back, all for the sake of his and his brother’s survival. He didn’t even think he’d be alive to see the sun. Now he’s here on the surface, where there’s plenty of food. Where he didn’t need to hunt or kill anymore. It takes a long time to get rid of that itch and that burning thought that it could all be taken away from him once again. So, when he met you for the first time, he wasn’t sure if he’d allow himself to lower his guard with someone at all. With enough time (and some persuading with food on your end), he manages to be comfortable with you at least. He was really nervous when you invited him to your place for the first time, so when he got there, he sat down on your couch and refused to move for at least a half hour. Once he was comfortable, he finally returned to the Axe you knew at last. The hour turned late, and he didn’t want to wake Papyrus if he returned, so the two of you agreed it’s best for you to stay the night at your place. You had a movie marathon, with popcorn of course, and stayed up for as long as you could. Axe was dozing off, laying his skull in your lap while you pet it gently. He was purring, which just warmed your heart even more.

“I love you...” His voice was so gentle, you thought it was just a breath. He nuzzled the side of his skull into your lap and curled closer to you, finally falling asleep. You decide not to bring it up again, not until he’s actually ready to tell you.

Crooks:

He’s trying his best to fit in ever since all monsters got to the surface. It was really hard for him at first, with his teeth stained and his sockets sunken in. Not to mention, he was a giant in comparison to others. Over time, the red stains on his teeth faded and despite his towering stature, he’s able to look a little less terrifying. He also discovered he’s far-sighted, so he needs to wear glasses. When he first met you, he’s been trying to appear more friendly and trying to be more social. So it warmed his Soul when you spoke with him as naturally as can be. Over time, the two of you grew to be close friends. When you asked if he would be comfortable in a relationship, he wasn’t sure...

“After everything I’ve been through... I’m not sure if I could be back to my normal self again. But you make me feel like I could have a normal life again. If there’s anyone I’d consider being in a relationship with... It’d probably be you.” He confesses. Actually, now that he thinks about it, how happy you’ve made him... And how much he tries to be better each day with more vigor since you came into his life... Was he in love? After talking with you more about this, whether that be over time or even right now, doesn’t matter. “I think... Perhaps all this time, I’ve been in love with you. Nyeheh... Strange, I never thought I’d ever really get to say that, but... Maybe it’s really true.”

#ask #anon #undertale au #underswap #fellswap #horrortale #us!sans #us!papyrus #fs!sans #fs!papyrus #ht!sans #ht!papyrus #blue #stretch #black #rus #axe #crooks

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lilulo-12fanfiction · 5 years

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Little Trouble Girl- 1

A/N: This is for (@until-theend-oftheline)- Kari’s Chris Evans Challenge. I will be turning this into a series.

My Prompt is: “I don’t know. I have an opinion. But that’s my opinion. I could be wrong.”

This is a Steve Rogers x Reader imagine.

Let me know if you’d like to be tagged! All comments and re-blogs are beyond appreciated

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It had been a long mission. You and Steve were working on busting up a drug ring which had been shipping an enhanced form of heroine into the inner cities. Their main target was kids in both poor neighborhoods and the “richie riches” of the Upper East Side and all over America. though it was passing through adults too. You had seen too many teenagers die from overdosing on this dangerous strain but also a lot of stressed out business men. There seemed to. D two strains, one peddled to the poor and a more potent and ridiculously expensive one that targeted kids with money. You had been traveling through South America for weeks trying to get more info. You had to find a way to infiltrate the ring. It was up to you. Steve’s face was too recognizable. He was fighting you on it, too afraid of what would happen to you if it went south.

“Steve! I’m up to the challenge. I can protect myself.”

“How can you be sure Y/N? You’d be in there alone. If I pull you out we blow our cover, they go further underground. Let me talk to Tony. See if we can alter my appearance so I can go in too.” You rolled your eyes at him.

“Stop treating me like a child.” You grabbed the keys to the hotel room and your towel to go lay by the ocean before you said something you regretted.

“Y/N...come on!” Steve yelled after you.

“Trouble in paradise?” Tony’s face popped up on the screen.

“I don’t treat her like a child!”

“I don’t know. I have an opinion. But that’s my opinion. I could be wrong.” Tony shrugged.

“So you agree with her?”

“Not exactly. I think you’re in love with her and are over protective because you don’t want to lose her.”

“We work together. It’s not like that.”

“Whatever you say. But who else could you be with that would understand. Don’t wait too long to realize what you want because it’ll be too late. That seems to be a theme in your life. Learn from the past. Anyway, package coming your way with some tech to alter your face. Let her work her way in and just stay close to get her out.”

“Thanks Tony.” Steve turned off the video chat trying to decide if he should look for you or give you some time. The truth was you were more than colleges. You were his closest friend next to Bucky. He could tell you thinks he couldn’t tell Nat or Sam, even Bucky. You never laughed at his naivety from being in the ice for so long. You helped him through it. His feelings were complicated at best. But he couldn’t deny the intoxicating smell of your perfume. It was a citrusy sweet smell that drove him crazy. He couldn’t even count the number of times he thought about kissing your beautiful lips. The number of times he had fantisized about you while in the shower. But he couldn’t go there. He was your leader and friend. He couldn’t put you in a position like that. He sat down on the bed to take a nap. He was exhausted. If you weren’t back by the time he woke up, he’d head down to the beach to find you.

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Sometimes Steve Rogers made your blood boil. You weren’t helpless. You could take care of yourself. You were enhanced like he was, like Bucky was. You and Bucky were the only two that survived the experiment. The rest had been terminated, but you had been out in the field when Hydra finally fell. Once Bucky had rehabilitated he remembered you and he and Steve searched for you with the help of Tony. It had taken a while, but Tony had made peace with Bucky, finally accepting that what happened to his parents was Hydra, not Bucky. When Bucky told them your story he couldn’t rest until he helped the two soldiers find you.

You had been young when Hydra took you. Well, bought you. They were searching for a female to inject with the serum. They wanted someone innocent looking to help do their bidding. After your mother died when you were 13, your father had no use for you. You lived with his abuse for 3 years until he gave you to Hydra for a large sum. He was the only person you ever terminated that you didn’t regret. It was your reward for doing such impeccable work. Hydra had used you and abused you in every way possible. You were their “entertainment “ until you turned 18. They injected you with the serum and turned you into a weapon. They thought you had been brainwashed but you resisted. You did their work until you were able to make a run for it. You had earned their trust. You were hiding in Sweden when Tony was able to locate you and Steve went to bring you to what was now your home. Bucky was afraid that he would scare you off. Tony couldn’t stand what had happened to you. You were still a child. He treated you like a daughter. He got you the help you needed to cope with what had happened. He gave you a family with his own and with the Avengers. It had taken you a while to get back on your feet. Steve and Bucky both had helped you get through it. But it was in Steve’s arms that you survived the life ending anxiety and nightmares. You owed him your life. You were okay now, for the most part. You had bad days but they were further and further apart. You could take care of yourself. He didn’t need to shelter you. He saw you as a kid still. A sister he needed to protect while you would do just a about anything to feel his skin against yours. Bucky knew, but he didn’t say a word to Steve. He wanted to, but he was certain you’d kill him in his sleep.

The waves of the ocean were refreshing but the sun was getting to you. You steeled yourself for another argument, grabbed your things and headed back to your and Steve’s room. Sharing a room with him was driving you mad. You were playing the couple on vacation so you had gotten one room with an enormous bed so you’d each still have your space. Yet you woke up every morning drifting closer to him until you woke up with his arms around you every morning since. You were vulnerable when sleeping and Steve made you feel safe.

As you opened the door to the suite, you noticed how dark and quiet it was. There was Steve sprawled our asleep in the middle of the bed asleep. It melted your anger. You kicked off your flip flops and pulled one of his T-shirt’s on over your bathing suit and tried to crawl in next to him.

“Hey soldier, move over and let me in.” He opened one eye and took in your wild hair from the salt water of the ocean and smiled.

“You still mad?”

“More tired from the sun.” You crawled into the bed and Steve draped his arm over your body like it was a habit

“You smell good. Like the ocean and coconut.” He had his eyes closed. “Tony sent me some tech to change my appearance. We’re good to go for tonight. I ordered room service for dinner and then we can head to this club they use as a front. But take a nap, we have time.”

“Yes Captain” you laughed as he kneed you in the ass.

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“Ugh...these shoes are going to be torture.” You groaned as you looked at the gold stilletto gladiator sandals.

“I don’t know why you women torture yourself with those things.” Steve yelled from the bathroom. “Wow. You look incredible.” Steve was standing in the bathroom doorway with his toothbrush in his mouth. You were wearing a black v-neck jump suit with gold embellishments.

“Thanks. I figured something with shorts would be best, you know in case everything goes to shit tonight.” Steve had to force himself to stop staring and put his toothbrush back in the bathroom.

“Good thinking.” Steve cleared his throat. “But I’m sure you’ll be okay. I’ll get you out before it escalates.” You nodded. “Okay, how do I look?” Steve pushed the clip on his tie. His face transformed into one you has never seen before.

“Like a completely different person.” Steve laughed as he looked in the mirror.

“Excellent. Let’s go.”

You had been in Hector’s club for a couple of hours. You had yet to see him. Steve was on the other side of the club. You could feel his eyes on you and your skin felt hot. It had taken you a bit to recognize Steve’s new face. If it hadn’t been for his royal blue button down that was just a touch too tight, you probably wouldn’t have been able to pick him out in the crowd.

“Enjoying yourself sweetheart?” The sound of his voice made your skin crawl. You knew it was him before you turned to face him. It was time to work. You turned and gave him your most illuminating smile and widest eyes you could.

“I am.”

“Well that makes me happy. I aim to make pretty girls like you enjoy yourselves when you’re in my established. I’m Hector Guerra.” You placed your hand in his.

“Sara Meyers” you had made the name up in the car on the way to the club. You did your best to not cringe as he placed a wet kiss on your hand. He looked you up and down, his stare lasting too long on your breasts and the legs.

“It’s very nice to meet you Ms. Meyers. Care to join me at my table?” You nodded at him with a smile.

“I’d like that very much.” Hector offered you his arm which you graciously accepted and allowed him to lead you to his table.

Steve could feel his blood boiling as he watched the scum bag drug lord get handsy with you. He had to keep his composure, if he blew up the mission out of petty jealousy, your safety would be at risk. He slowly made his way to the other side of the bar so he could keep his eyes on you as he listened in through the communication device built into your earring. It was a smart invention you and Tony put together. You could pop it in your ear to talk with Steve if you needed to, but this device prevented your mark from seeing it and allowed Steve to listen in on details so you could focus on keeping him talking.

He was supplying you with copious amounts of liquor. While he thought he was lowering your inhibitions, the serum protected you. You were able to get drunk, but only when you drank a full bottle of tequila. Steve had seen it a few times. It’s how you turned your brain off. Sometimes the memories of what the Hydra Soldiers had done to you before they turned you into a weapon still haunted you. Not as often but often enough. Steve watched as you giggled and flirted with Hector trying to get him to skip as much info without him noticing. It had been an hour since you’d been at that table but Hector wasn’t giving the info up. Steve watched as you stiffened your body and the color drained from your face. Steve couldn’t see but he was sure he knew where Hector’s hands were as they were under the table. Steve pushed his comm.

“Friday, have Tony prepare a jet. Y/N and I are ending our mission tonight. It just hit a level that I am no longer comfortable operating in. I’ll explain when we get back.”

“Yes Captain Rogers” the AI responded in his ear. Steve watched it in horror as you took a sip of your drink that Hector had just dumped one of his drugs into. He wasn’t sure how it would affect you. Before he could get to the table, Hector had poured a white substance on the back of your wrist and snorted it. Steve moved closer to the table. He could tell how uncomfortable you were. You locked eyes and Steve pointed towards the restroom with his eyes and he headed in that direction.

He paced near the women’s restroom. It had been 20 minutes and you still weren’t there. He was about to go back out there and blow up all the work you two had done just to get you safe. Before he could you came stumbling towards him. Your hands were shaking. He wrapped his arm around you when you finally reached him.

“Steve, I’m sorry l....I lost control of the situation and then he took it to a level that made me freeze. And now I feel so out of it. I didn’t think I drank enough.” Your voice was shaking like your hands.

“Hey...look at me.” Steve was standing infront of you now and he has his hands on the sides of your face. “You have nothing to apologize for. You are never expected to allow anyone to put their hands on you like that for a mission. Never. Your well-being is more important than a mission. No one would EVER expect you to give that part of yourself for a mission. Don’t you dare apologize. This mission is done. We’re going home. We will find another way to stop him. And he slipped something in your drink. I couldn’t get there in time to stop him. How did you get away from him?”

“I told him I felt sick and needed to go to the bathroom. We need to get out of here now. He’ll be sending one of his guys to find me.” Your words were slurring and you were having a hard time staying on your feet.

“I got you Y/N. There’s a door this way. You’re safe now.” Steve put his arm around you to support you and led you further down the hall. There was a door wide opening leading to the alleyway behind the club. Steve has to slide his arm under your legs and pick you up. Whatever Hector had slipped you was stronger than he anticipated. He watched you slowly slip into unconsciousness. Suddenly a car screeched up to the curb. Steve felt his heart pounding with nerves. He let out a breath when he saw Bucky behind the wheel.

“Dude get in.” Bucky ordered. Steve helped you into the back seat and then climbed in the passenger seat. “Tony sent me down here after talking to you today in case you needed a quick getaway or help. He had a bad feeling. Nat and Sam are packing your stuff do we can load you two on the jet and get you home.” Steve nodded “Is she okay?”

“I don’t know But we need to get her home and figure out what the hell he gave her. It hit her hard and fast. That guy was super hands on too. I could see it in her eyes. It drudged up the past. She’s done with this mission. She’s not sacrificing her progress for this. I’m messaging Sam now telling them to hurry. I want to be wheels up ASAP.

“Copy that.” Bucky agreed and sped down the highway.

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You felt like someone was jamming an ice pick into your skull your head hurt so bad. The constant beeping was annoying you. You tried to open your eyes but the room was too bright.

“Y/N?!” You heard Buxky’s voice.

“Not so loud please. Can you dim these lights? It’s too bright to even open my eyes.” You heard shuffling and the a click.

“Okay, you can open them.” Bucky was speaking in a whisper.

“How long have I been out?” Bucky’s sigh gave up his reluctance to tell you. “How long?” There was more of a firmness in your voice.

“Ten days.”

“Ten days?!” You immediately regretted yelling. Bucky took your hand.

“We think that...well Tony thinks that Hector Guerra made you. Whether he saw you with Steve or recognized you on his own, he knew who you were when he approached you. You almost died 3 times. The mix of alcohol and the fatal dose of his own special drug cocktail would have killed a normal woman in an instant. He must not know you have the serum in your veins. It was really scary.” Bucky squeezed your hand again. “I’m glad you’re going to be okay.”

“I should go get Tony. He’s going to want to run tests.”

“Bucky, where’s Steve?”

“He was a mess when we got back here. He blamed himself for what happened. I’d never seen him like that.”

“And where is he now?” Bucky was avoiding her eyes. “Damn it Bucky just tell me.”

“He’s back in South America.” He fidgeted under your gaze. “With Sharon Carter.” Before you could react He started speaking rapidly. “They didn’t want to lose the gain on Guerra’s gang. Sharon isn’t ever on the public eye but she’s using the same tech as Steve.” You held your hand up to stop him.

“So he went back without me. All the work I put in and he sidelines me. I could have used the same Tech. He couldn’t have been THAT worried about me if he left while I was still unconscious and thought I was going to die.” You crossed your arms in front of you willing yourself not to cry.

“C’mon Doll, you know it wasn’t like that. He didn’t leave your side until you were stable. Once you were out of the woods, he met with Rhodey, Tony and some government guys. They decided he would go back. He picked his team. He knew that you would need time to recover. He was honestly hoping he’d be back before you even woke up. But Hector has tightened security after you vanished from his establishment. He might think you’re dead. We don’t know. Plus after what happened he wanted to protect you.”

“Protect me from what?”

“He told me Hector was all over you and what happened with Hydra he didn’t want to put you back in that environment.”

“So HE decided what was best for me and what I can and can’t handle? Instead of asking me? And don’t feed me the crap about me being here. He could have waited.”

“I’m sorry. I knew you’d be upset.” Bucky could see how upset you were and he hated it.

“It’s fine. Can you send Tony in I just want to get this over with. Bucky sqeeed your hand and went to find Tony.

You laid your head back willing your tears to go away. Maybe it was time to give up on Steve Rogers.

#kari’s chris evans challenge #steve rogers imagine #captain american imagine #steve rogers x reader #captain america x reader #marvel imagine #avengers imagne #avengers #marvel #steve rogers #captain america

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professional-benaddict · 5 years

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Little Peter not feeling well because he took an asthma attack after playing outside with MJ all day and the pollen irritating everything for him so he gets an early bath and cosy footie pjs, and gets to sleep between daddy and uncle stephen who decided to stay to monitor him. He just enjoys being tucked between the two men, taking in all the attention he's getting. Daddy and Uncle Stephen are enjoying giving him the attention too, especially because it makes him forget to whine about being sick

OMFFG IM??? THIS IS EVERYTHING

Little asthmatic Peter is seriously my favourite thing ever so this turned into a shit drabble sksk ((mind you that i dont actually know how to treat asthma okay i just thought this scene would be cute))

Daddy Tony, 18+ Peter, Uncle Stephen, ageplay, asthma attacks, medical examination, cuddles and kisses, fluff

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”I should have checked the pollen forecast, god damn it.”

”The forecast is not 100% accurate either way, Tony. Peter won’t get any better if you start beating yourself up like this, you know.”

”Still, I should have checked and warned Pepper to keep him inside.”

The day had started out lovely. The sun was out, no clouds and there was a soft breeze in the air. A perfect spring day and Tony didn’t think much of it when he dropped his boy off at Pepper and Natasha’s for a playdate with MJ, as he was way too stressed and preoccupied with a business meeting. Tony had a feeling that the meeting was going to be a tough one and so he had arranged to have lunch with Stephen to ease the stress he was feeling. Just when he and Stephen were shown to their table at the restaurant, Natasha had called.

Peter was having an asthma attack and both Tony and Stephen stormed out of the restaurant and rushed to the boy. The attack was more or less over by the time they got there, but Peter was still shaken and wheezing badly, crying softly and with a concerned looking MJ next to him. The poor girl thought it was her fault because she chased Peter in a game of tag in the yard outside.

”It’s my fault.” Tony mumbled to himself, picking up the oxygen tank and tucked it under his arm to carry it to the master bedroom. Meanwhile, Stephen fetched a fresh sippy cup.

”D-daddy…” Peter tried to say, but ended up just doubling over coughing where he was sat on the middle of the bed. He was dressed in a fluffy blue onesie, one that was cat-themed and had paws at the feet, tail and white tummy with a little heart by the belly-button. The boy looked adorable, although tired with his hair still damp from his bath and curls falling over his droopy eyes.

”Right here, baby.” Tony assured and patted the metal tank which he placed next to the bed. ”This will really help.”

Peter wasn’t so sure and looked at the oxygen tank sceptically. Despite being asthmatic for years, Peter still hated everything that had to do with it, particularly when things went south and he needed extra medical attention. Luckily, Uncle Stephen could often sweet talk the little boy to take his medicine and not make a fuss, which was lucky for Tony too, who had a tendency to beat himself up when things went poorly and worried himself sick for his precious boy.

”Your Daddy’s right, sweetheart.” Stephen added when he walked in with the sippy cup, placing it by the night stand before moving to the tank and busying himself with setting up the nasal cannula. Peter looked on with disgust and whimpered for Tony to come over to him, which he of course did.

”Don’t wanna, Daddy…” Peter’s voice was barely a whisper, due to all the coughing that had left his throat all raw, but his Daddy heard him nonetheless. Tony arranged himself so that Peter was sat in between his legs, his back against his Daddy’s chest.

”We made a deal, right? Either it’s the hospital-” Tony started and Peter visibly tensed at that, squirming where he lay. ”Or you’ll be good and let your Uncle care for you here, yeah?”

Finally, Stephen had readied the nasal cannula and fresh oxygen was now flowing through the little plastic tubing. The doctor moved closer to Peter and Tony on the bed.

”You’ve had these before, Pete, so there’s nothing to be afraid of, yeah? Just gonna tuck it into your nose and behind your ears like so.” Stephen explained calmly and did as he said, tucking the tubing behind Peter’s ears and into his nose. The boy squirmed at first, as the cannula tickled his nose, but once he took a couple of breaths, he relaxed visibly. He began breathing a little easier and didn’t wheeze as much. Even his lips and cheeks got some more colour in them. The inhaler and steam from the bath from earlier did most of the job of clearing Peter’s airways, but the extra oxygen still seemed like a huge relief and the boy sighed with a little smile.

”See? Your Daddy and Uncle would never wanna hurt you, baby boy. We just want what’s best for you.” Peter didn’t reply to his Daddy, just brought his thumb up to his mouth and began sucking on it.

The thumb was quickly switched out with the sippy cup as Peter had a snack to regain some his strength. As he sipped on his berry juice and nibbled on grapes and crackers as he watched Paw Patrol, he would lift his fingers to fiddle with the tubing in his nose. With a soft chuckle, Stephen would grasp the boy’s wrist and pull his prying hand away.

”Let it be, Pete. It’s helping you breathe.”

After two episodes of Paw Patrol, Peter started dozing off, which was no wonder considering the excitement of his day. Before he could sleep though, his Uncle wanted to have one last listen to his lungs and brought his stethoscope out, much to Peter’s annoyance.

”Nuh-uh. It’s cold!” Peter argued, pointing at the chestpiece of the instrument that always gave him chills when pressed to his skin.

”Okay, okay. I’ll warm it up, yeah?” Stephen bargained, breathing hotly onto the metal and even brought it to Peter’s hand so he could approve of it. ”Is that better? Can I take a quick listen now so you can nap after?”

With a little nod, Peter allowed his Uncle to do that and with the help of his Daddy, the boy got his arms out of his onesie so that his chest and back was exposed. With a little smile, Stephen put the earpieces in his ears and placed the chestpiece on Peter’s back and requested the usual.

”Deep breaths for me now, Pete.”

Peter was more than familiar with the drill and took deep breaths through his nose and let them out through his mouth. Now and then, he would have to cough and doubled over doing so, but his Daddy was right by his side holding him upright and steady till it passed.

”There’s my good boy. Such a good boy for your Daddy and Uncle. I’m so proud of you.” Tony kept murmuring against Peter’s temple, leaving little kisses in between each praise. The boy blushed at that and kept up the deep breaths until his Uncle was done with thoroughly listening to his lungs from the front and back.

”You sound much better already, Pete baby, but we’ll keep the cannula in for at least the rest of the day.” Stephen said, putting aside his stethoscope once he was done with his examination. Peter pouted at that and both of the older men laughed at how adorable he looked.

”Is not fair!” Peter whined, bouncing a little on the bed in frustration as he was helped back into his onesie by Tony and Stephen. But once they explained to Peter that one of the privileges little sick boys get is extra cuddles, the boy forgot about his whining.

Peter fell asleep ten minutes later, spooned from behind by his Daddy and with his Uncle on his other side, stroking his curls lovingly.

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Im sorry that this is so shit sksks I might go over it later on and make it a longer part for my daddy!tony and little!peter series on AO3 if you guys want

#my prompts #little!peter #asthmatic!peter #starkerstrange #starker #strangespider #peter parker #tony stark #stephen strange

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moonlight-moogle · 6 years

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BTS as Daddies

warnings: dd/lg, slight sexual themes.

Kim Namjoon/RM

ok first thing first

WE ALL KNOW THIS BOI HAS A DADDY KINK

like excUSE ME

king daddy™

anygay

I think Namjoon would be a semi-strict daddy

have a list of rules you have to follow

and lord knows if you break them you’re gonna get punished

Namjoon values trust and would feel as a daddy it's his job to punish you, if he didn’t, he’d feel like he had broken your trust a little

he has great self-control

the minute you use your safe word, he’s already getting you cleaned up and the bath’s already running and he is ready for snuggles

cuz don’t get me wrong

Namjoon isn’t all rules

he would be the biggest cuddle bug.

loves to have you sit on his lap

plays with your hair all the time

kisses your temple a lot cuz he’s tol

low key high key whipped for you

constantly checking up on you to see if you’re okay, even if its just a hand on your shoulder

he’s so patient with you

never raises his voice

prolly calls you ‘little one’

reads you bedtime stories

I'm sorry I'm just

uwu

in conclusion

Namjoon is a very good daddy. you are in safe hands, little one

Kim Seokjin/Jin

Kim Seokjin

where do I start with this boi

I picture him as a very soft daddy

kinda protective

like if anyone ever were to judge you for being a little and living the life you lead...

boi he’d be ready to throw hands

not really

Jin takes shit from no-one and would know when to cut people out

he’s a shady bitch

if someone judged his little girl/boy for being their cute innocent self, it’s their loss for not seeing how wonderful they are

thinks the world is too cruel for your little heart

is afraid people will judge you so prefers if you keep little space in the home

knows from looking at you when you’re in little space

calls you something cute like ‘little puff’

showers you with kisses

constantly taking pictures of you

lives for his time with you

you want daddy to dress as a prince?

done

you want to play tea party?

daddy will bake cupcakes

hates to see you cry

literally swOOPS you up in his arms if you ever hurt yourself and cry

tuts at you and calls you silly when you have a tantrum

less strict than Namjoon

only a few basic rules

“no swearing” and stuff

less enthusiastic about punishments

most you’ll get in terms of physical punishment is spanking

and that’s if you’ve been really bad

Jin opts more for timeouts and no TV time

occasionally will opt for orgasm denial if he’s feeling particularly satanic

best in the game at aftercare.

has set treats, candles, bubble bath, blankets, stuffies, pacifiers - ANYTHING his baby needs

I'm realizing only two members in that this is gonna make so soft uwu

Min Yoongi/Suga

this boi is my bias so um

strap in

I think Yoongi would be more like Namjoon in terms of how daddy he is

he’s highkey whipped for you

doesn’t show it in public

prefers to spoil you with the gummy smiles in private

definition of patient

you could be having the mother of all bitchfits, screaming bloody murder and this boy would sit there and watch until you’ve tired yourself out

just sighs “are you done, kitten?” and wipes the tears from your face

yes he calls you kitten

he always makes time for you, no matter how tired he is

lives for naps with you

loves it when you curl yourself into him

buries his face into your hair because he loves your smell

rests his hand on your neck

he doesn’t mind bringing you outside when you’re little as long as your hand stays locked in his

kisses your forehead cuz it makes him feel taller

he’s more laidback than Namjoon in term of rules but will go all the way with punishment if he needs to

owns a remote control vibrator

boy don't play around

will buy you the cutest onesies and pacifiers

lives for that cute smile on your face when he puts it on you

I'm just imagining him smiling with his whole mouth at you

then kneeling down and taking the pacifier out of your mouth to kiss you

U W U

watches Disney movies with you

loves it when you straddle his lap and lay across his chest so he can wrap his arms around you

you’re literally the only person he’ll allow in his studio with him.

the walls and desks are littered with little drawings that you do for him while you’re with him

speaks more with actions than words

little fleeting touches to check your okay

such a sweetheart during aftercare

has you sit between his legs and massages your arms

hums to you softly and plays with your hair

makes you feel like you re the only thing in the world that has ever mattered to him

cuz sometimes he believes that

Jung Hoseok/J-Hope

OK SO

I think everyone knows that Hobi is quite literally a ball of sunshine

this reflects a lot into his daddy-ness

his little will never

repeat

NEVER

be bored

almost Yoongi level sugar daddy

actually, screw that he’s probably more of a sugar daddy

you literally have any toy you want

half your wardrobe is all supreme and bucket hats cuz he likes it when his baby dresses like their daddy

dances with you all the time

this boy has so much energy oh my god

he’d love to bring you to the park and push you on the swings

shows you off to everyone

especially bangtan

fairly laid back

doesn’t like having a lot of rules cuz he just wants you to live

can be stern if he needs to be tho

punishments are probably limited like Jin’s

timeouts are as painful for him as they are for you cuz he just wants to hug you

this boy would very sadistic in the bedroom

did I hear

edging??

perhaps some orgasm denial?

overstimulation

high key satan

really hates to raise his voice at you

has had a few slip ups here and there when you’ve been particularly difficult

rights his wrongs almost immediately

definitely is not above saying sorry just cause of the power a daddy has

daddy/little relationships are all about trust, communication, and understanding that everyone is equal

Hobi would value these immensely

Hobi seems like the type of person that if you were to bring up littles to him, he might think it was weird at first

but then he’d see how happy it would make you

and he’d be whipped

I picture Yoongi and Namjoon as naturals at being a daddy

I feel Jin and Hobi would have to learn

the fact that you put that much trust in them would melt their heart

Hobi would strive to be the best daddy you could ever ask for

you best believe this boy would braid your hair.

kiss your cheek and giggle into your skin like a lovesick fool

calls you his little angel or ‘cherub’

the type to make you chocolate chip pancakes for aftercare

Hobi would never really have considered being a daddy until he met you

and lord is he thankful he did

you are quite literally the moon, sun, and stars to that boy

frick im soft

Park Jimin

this boy is my ultimate bias wrecker so

strap

the fuck

THIS BOI

THE SOFTEST BOI

whipped™

buys you pretty clothes and takes Polaroid pictures of you to keep in his wallet

you’re his phone background and his desktop background

gives!you!so!much!praise!

calls you his doll

literally just doesn’t say your name

just calls you by complimenting you

“gorgeous, come over here.”

“how are you, pretty?”

is so soft for you

kisses your nose and pinches your cheeks

thinks you’re so cute he could eat you like a muffin

playfully nibbles on your skin to hear you giggle

sits with you and lets you braid his hair

loves!to!see!you!in!stockings!

spins you around when you dance to hear you scream laugh

you literally make him cry from laughter

he has rules for you but not as much as Joon.

has been known to get quite frustrated with you if you have tantrums

Jimin has quite the temper on him and does slip up and yell when he’s stressed sometimes

almost immediately regrets it and feels so bad

god forbid if he makes you cry

literally would never let go of you

c u d d l e s

punishments are like a mix between Hobi and Jin’s

he’ll have no problem putting you in time out if you’re being a little shit

he will use punishments like orgasm denial and edging but he wouldn’t be as satanic as Hobi and Yoongi to use overstimulation

the softest thing in aftercare

cleans you up, puts on your favorite movie and cuddles you in bed

gives you stuffies and a pacifier and kisses your forehead

watches you fall asleep to make sure that you’re okay

will check up on you for days afterward

I literally had to stop like three times writing this part cuz of all my uwus

Kim Taehyung/V

my fuckin boi

Kim Taehyung

is a literal puppy

so playful

you are literally this boys entire world

brings you outside to take aesthetic candid shots of you he later posts on Instagram

a lot of them are pictures of you with Yeontan

or in pink frilly outfits, he bought for you

calls you his precious little babygirl/boy

puts flowers in your hair

loves when you wear his clothes

literally will purposefully give them to you to wear around the house

brings you for drives - usually to go get ice cream

sings to you ALL THE TIME

does that cute thing where he laughs and claps his hands when you sing with him

gets really into it so he’s dancing around the kitchen, belting out Disney bops with a whisk in his hand

your lips are his favorite thing

but has a kink for kissing your hands

just loves to have your hand in his

Tae is literally the most understanding, caring person so if he ever felt the need to punish you for breaking rules he’d have like a proper talk with you about it

“why didn’t you listen to daddy, precious?”

would always be worried that he had done something wrong

it’s his life goal to make you happy

would never raise his voice but he does get frustrated if you’re misbehaving and he doesn't know what to do

Tae!would!be!so!into!begging!

literally, if he was ever punishing you he would make you beg and scream for so long before he let you cum.

might not even let you cum if he’s feeling particularly sadistic

if it’s too much for you, he’s so soft with aftercare

makes you hot chocolate, lays you across his chest and sings you to sleep

will remind you of how much he truly adores you and how good you are

he sings your praises to the rooftops

plays with your hair and rubs your hips

wakes you up in the morning to cuddles and TV

aftercare is one of his favorite things

he’s honestly so content being a daddy

you are literally the most precious thing in the worl to him

once again

U W U

Jeon Jungkook

this boi ruins me holy hell

I feel like at first, Kookie would be slightly out of his comfort zone knowing that he has to care for someone

yano

cuz he da maknae

everyone babies him

but after a while, I think he’d really enjoy the change

you’re his princess/prince

and you rule his house

you are spoiled, let me tell you

we all know that this boy strong

he would carry you everywhere in the house

he’s gotten used to the constant cries of “daddy, up!” when he’s in a room

loves to cook for you

has you sit on the counter with him while he makes dinner

you’re his little assistant chef

sneaks little nose kisses between giggles

loves to kiss your shoulders and your neck

sits with you at the table and colors

always puts yours on the fridge

bounces you on his lap all the time

gave you a bunny plushie to remind you of him

needless to say, it's your favorite

gets frustrated quite easily if you’re being difficult

timeouts are his punishment of choice

usually leaves you there for five minutes

always comes over and kneels down to you

makes sure you say that you’re sorry and then scoops you up in his arms for cuddles

isn’t fond of orgasm denial

prefers overstimulation

this boi top of his game on this

carries you to the bath for aftercare

is so kind and gentle when he takes care of you

dresses you in the softest PJ’s

literally carries you around and bounces you gently in his arms

gets you a bottle and lays in bed with you

loves your butt

taps it gently to help you sleep

sings to you

you are literally his favorite thing

in the world

I AM

SO SOFT

AHH

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A Kingdom of Ash

Chapter Two, Hearts in Contrast

(also on Ao3)

“And that thing you did with the flip? That was amazing!” The farm boy who had stood up for himself —she had learned him to be named Clark— continued to ramble. Eyes alight with excitement and awe as he paced in front of where Diana was being treated. The woman tending to her, Martha Kent, a short elderly woman with a certain fondness to her, chuckled mildly. Her blonde hair tussling slightly as she shook her head, smiling to the boy’s actions as a younger woman handed her bandages.

Diana focused on her breathing, in and out, of the musty, sun-soaked air as she held her forearm steady for the elder, Martha, to bandage.

She was gentle as she dabbed at the newly clean, sluggishly bleeding wound. Diana hissed lightly as the soreness and sharp pain intermingled, as, with a slow sort of grace, Martha wrapped the soft linen bandages around her wound.

“And how you snatched his knife with the whip? That was so cool!” Clark rambled, his voice was excited, yet somehow soothing. Though he was surely wearing a trail in the floor at how he paced.

“And-and how did you learn all those fighting moves? Oh please, you’ve got to teach me!”

The older woman, Clark’s mother, shook her head with a slight titter forming. She waved off her younger aid in a fluid movement, and the young girl was quick to stumble from the room. Quite clearly shaken, likely from their encounter that morning.

Martha stood slowly, pausing for a moment before raising her hand and ruffling Clark’s hair, a motion he helped by tilting his head down.

“Now now sugarplum, don’ get too excited. The lil’missie needs ‘er rest,” Martha tutted at her boy, who pretended to pout. The sheer maternity of the situation filled Diana’s senses, and she found her heart longing for home, and though Martha acted nothing like her mother, queen of the amazons, built of strength and immortality, this stubby, sweetheart of a woman reminded Diana of home.

Of her sisters.

Of a family with which she was no longer welcome.

“Ms. Diana…? Are you okay? Is your wound acting up?” Clark was by her side in an instant, startling the warrior. She hadn’t heard him approach.

Martha watched her, and when Diana was a bit too quick to shake her head and insist that she was fine, her once fond smile twitched to a frown.

Diana stood, grabbing the knapsack which Mr. Kent had insisted she use to store her things, and throwing it over her shoulder with maybe a bit too much force.

“I should be going,” Diana spoke, not noticing how Clark’s eyes went wide and brow furrowed, “it’ll be dusk soon and-“

“Yes, it will be dusk soon.” Martha stated, voice firm and tone eerily similar to the one her own mother would use when Diana was about to do something indescribably stupid.

“And that is exactly why you’re staying.”

The room itself paused. The only movement, that of a slow wind and the darkness of an approaching storm, fluttering through the curtains and the trees. And somewhere in the distance, there was thunder.

“Clark, be a dear and fix up a room for-”

“Already on it ‘Ma,” Clark smiled, rushing from the room with a spring in his step.

“I admire your open hospitality, but I really must be on my way.” Diana tried to move toward the door, only to find the doorway blocked by Martha’s determined form.

Diana blinked a bit.

“When you’ve healed, maybe.” Her words left no room for argument, and despite herself, Diana slowly felt the fight seeping from her bones.

She was so tired.

“I wouldn’t wish to intrude…” It was a last ditch attempt really, and she didn’t even really mean it.

Martha seemed proud of her victory, and smiled, then instead of simply moving aside like Diana had expected, she opened her arms.

“Come’ere,” she beckoned, and Diana could only nod and carefully embrace the shorter woman.

There was a pause, Diana’s breathing slowed as the tightness in her chest slowly melted. A dusty scent like fresh dough and dried herbs, soft and sweet, embraced her just as tightly as Martha’s arms did; and Diana found her stomach twisting and pressure behind her eyes tingling as she forced herself to stay steady and to stop thinking about a home that was no longer hers.

To stop thinking about the months she had spent, wandering, lost, devoid of all care and contact.

“Please darlin’, stay as long as you need.” Her embrace was so unlike Diana’s own mother, a woman of tight muscle and godly strength. While Martha’s was soft, like hugging a warm pillow, Diana breathed in her warm apple butter and cinnamon scent.

The arms that encircled her were frail, but no less comforting as they slowly slid, holding Diana by her biceps before one hand lifted to grasp her cheek.

Diana bent down as to make it easier for her.

“You saved my boy,” she smiled, and the expression reminded her of home. Of white sand beaches and the warmth of the sun, and suddenly she felt the need to be outside, to flee the confined space and feel the sun on her skin.

“I’ll stay,” Diana finally allowed, her voice a hoarse whisper.

“Good,” Martha smiled, patting her on the arm.

As if on cue, Clark knocked on the doorframe with a smile.

“Pa says it’s almost supper time, and wants to know where you put the-“

“Bread’s in the left cupboard hun,” Martha called, Clark shouted a short thanks before echoing it back to his ‘Pa’. Diana smiled for a moment as Martha shook her head fondly and rushed to the kitchen herself, smiling as she was greeted with a peck on the cheek from her husband, who’s arms bore the missing edibles.

"Thank ya sugar,” he smiled, a loving expression. Diana, despite having yet to be formally introduced to the trim, aged man, assumed him to be Clark’s ‘Pa’.

“Now you two head over to the hall, while yer’ pa and I pack the food for the potluck,” Martha ushered them both out, ruffling both Clark and Diana’s hair without hesitation.

Clark smiled and laughed into the action, making a joke that Diana couldn’t quite process, far to lost in the sensation of the kindness so readily offered to her, even though in another time, she would have killed them without hesitation.

They had only taken a few steps out the door, Clark in the lead, before he realized something was wrong, and slowed his pace to walk beside her. It was not the easiest task to do without trampling the wheat that grew from the earth around them, but he managed; even plucking one of the wheat stalks and chewing on the end.

“Hey, ya alright?” Clark asked slowly shifting between looking where they were going and watching Diana as they padded down the dirt road.

“How do you mean?” Diana hadn’t thought she’d been displaying any emotions besides thoughtfulness.

Clark, however, seemed to disagree.

“I dunno, ya just… seem down.” Diana paused as Clark wrapped an arm around her shoulder, a careful, kindness in the gesture.

“Jus’ wanna let you know I’m here if ya need a friendly ear,” he smiled, chewing mindlessly on the stalk, causing the end to bob ever so slightly.

Diana felt ashamed that her first instinct was to flinch at the contact, even after they had helped her, bandaged her wounds and gifted her a place to rest, the stories of Man’s world’s barbaric tendencies were ingrained deep into her mind.

And yet, as Clark pulled her just bare inches closer, she couldn’t help but think of the only other man who had ever held her so sweetly.

Diana shook her head, as if to forcibly dispel the intrusive thoughts of Steve from her mind.

“M’kay?” Clark asked, eyes narrowed in the sun, but sharp in their concern.

Diana blinked, taking a moment to remember what he had last said.

“Apologies, I… didn’t mean to worry you,” Diana affirmed, the villagers here had already done so much for her, she wouldn’t want to cause them unnecessary stress.

Besides, it wasn’t like it mattered anymore.

“Naw, it’s no fuss.” Clark waved his hand dismissively, but smiled at Diana anyway. The expression was somehow… reassuring.

The feeling coiled in her stomach like guilt.

“Jus’ lettin’ ya know that if you wan’, you can always tell me what’s on yer mind,” Clark assured.

Diana let out a dwindling sigh, and their pace slowed further as they made a turn, dawdling such as to have a more private conversation.

But the closer they got to ‘the hall’ as Martha had called it, the more people loitered around, chatting with each-other or just generally moving toward ‘the hall’.

“I suppose I am a bit… homesick,” Diana muttered, eyes downcast.

Clark paused mid-step, backtracking a few before pausing, surveying the area.

Diana blinked as the farm-boy lead her off the side of what seemed to be another home, sturdy wooden planks with a straw roof, similar to the Kent’s cottage, if a bit smaller. He leaned up against the wall, bringing her to do the same; his arm still weighed heavy, though pleasantly warm, around her shoulder.

“Oh?” Clark spoke prolixly, not looking at her, not as though through shame, more... a kindness, knowing with his gaze he brought the pressure to answer. Instead, he simply watched forward, voice calm as he spoke again, a tone with which one would assure a forrest doe.

“Is that where yer headin’?” Clark asked, eyes distant across the open distance of fields, hemmed with trees and gentle brush.

Instead of answering, Diana watched the man for a moment.

Clark, a farm boy, muscular and tall, chewing on the end wheat stalk and looking so, uncannily... unnatural. His personality married to the warm, kind, sun-soaked atmosphere, scented of dry grass and fertile earth.

And yet, there was also something… off.

About him, the way he stood just a bit too attentive, the way his gaze seemed so far off, distant, like looking for something greater.

Clark, she realized, though not consciously aiming to compare, looked absolutely nothing like Steve.

Her breath caught at the thought, and the small sound seemed to snap the farm-boy from his revery, turning to face her. His face, impossibly close, his breath warm and cautionary, tickling the tip of her nose.

That distance in his eyes glittered up close, Diana stared deeply into his eyes, that distance was closer now, physically. And yet.. an asymptote. Closer and closer and closer still, but somehow still impossibly far, her finger tips grazing the eternity.

It was so unlike the blond-haired, brown-eyed martyr she had once... cared for. And so unlike anyone else in the quaint little town.

Clark, with his mid-length, dark curly hair, hidden from view by frayed a straw hat. Clark with his strong, clean-shaven jawline of tanned skin, gentle accent, and slightly musty scent, like oats and wheat and open fields.

Clark, and the fact that he was absolutely nothing like Steve, and yet, when he smiled...

Hera damn his smile. Lopsided and familiar, she knew in her heart that the gods forged his damn his smile the exact same way.

And it was killing her, slowly.

"Diana?" Clark asked, voice tepid and caring. Not entirely unlike the warm gust of air that fluttered the tan dress Martha Kent had gifted her.

“Hm?” Diana hummed, she really needed to stop getting lost in thought.

He seemed to take this as an answer to his question, as he gave a slightly flustered laugh and rubbed at the back of his neck with his free hand.

“Well... I jus’ assumed ya were headin’ home, ya seemed in a pretty good rush,” he defended.

Diana's stomach plummeted, she looked away.

“Oh… no. I’m not- I can’t really go back,” she paused, taking a deep breath and settling into the silence once more.

Only for it to be broken moments later.

“Why?" Clark asked, "if ya don’ mind me askin’."

Diana swallowed heavily, taking in another deep breath, so heavy she could almost taste it on her tongue. The scent, of dry hay and wood in the air, dull and nearly unnoticeable, but it stood out because it wasn't of burnt flesh, nor of sulphur or ash.

It was the scent of good because it was like nothing even went wrong.

“I was a bad person, did some… bad things.” Diana wrapped her arms around herself, pausing, waiting for the warmth of his arm to be torn away, for him to drop the conversation and realize her truth.

“Ya were,” Clark said. It was not a question, nor a confirmation.

It was like he was expecting her to understand something about her sentence, something she couldn't quite see.

It was all she could do to nod, their faces still gently close, but Clark was back to watching the distance, even though his gaze continued to flicker between her and the verdant horizon.

“Ya were, that there’s a past tense,” Clark said again, as if expecting her to get it.

Whatever 'it' was.

“So," he paused, as if scrounging for the right words, "ya wouldn’t do wha’ever bad stuff ya did then, now." He paused, right?”

“…Yes?”

Diana was officially confused.

“Well Pa says the past’s behind us, and tha's where it's meant to stay," Clark smiled, just a twitch to the edge of his lips.

Diana watched him intently, and sure enough, he explained further.

“See," he gestured with his free hand, "if ya keep thinkin' ‘bout the past, you'll never see the good ’n the future, so you'll never move on ta’ see the good person we can be.”

There was a rather sizable pause after that, and Clark, though he could never prove it, would bet the farm that Diana nuzzled just an inch closer after that, and smiled.

“Your father is very intelligent, for a man.” Diana said, still smiling, ever so slightly.

It was a warm, comfortable expression, even if Clark could only get glimpses of it due to not wanting the other to feel awkward at their proximity.

“Er, thanks?” Clark asked, laughing a little bit.

Diana nodded in acceptance, and Clark was sure this would make one heck of a story.

I TOLD Y’ALL IT’D BE LATE!! again, sorry ‘bout that. But, as always, credit for the au goes to the beautiful, the talented *drum roll* @causeimanartist!!!! She’s amazing! her art is the best!!

But anyway, pls reblog, i am sad and smol. thank.

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Private Security-Chapter 6

Linnea’s POV

I woke up refreshed and ready to go. The weather was warm, the sky was clear, and it was a perfect day to go hiking. Dad and I hadn’t spent a day at the nature preserve in forever and I couldn’t wait to have some quality time with him. I threw on my favorite old cut-offs, a gray t-shirt, and my sneakers. Looking glamorous was not an option when you were going to spend a day out in the woods, so my thick, blonde hair was carelessly pulled up into a messy topknot.

I knew that we’d have security with us for the day. I knew it would be him.

He went everywhere my father went. But the desire to spend a day doing one of my favorite things in the world with my favorite person in the world overrode any discomfort. Matthias wasn’t going anywhere, and neither was I. So, I needed to deal with it. He didn’t want to be friends: fine. We didn’t need to be friends. But I had to get used to his presence.

He’d been a total ass yesterday morning. Granted, I had probably pushed harder than I should have; but he had no right to be cruel, especially since all I was doing was trying to be kind and welcoming. Yes, I may have been trying to flirt a little bit…but I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that. He’s a handsome guy. A very handsome guy, if I was being totally honest. But handsome doesn’t mean shit if you’re going to treat people badly.

As I padded down the stairs to meet dad in the kitchen, I steeled myself in preparation. It was almost 10, and I knew that security had been instructed to be ready at 10. These guys were never late.

Reaching the kitchen, I was met with not one, but two sights I was not ready for.

The first was Matthias’ broad frame leaning against the counter. No suit today. He was wearing a pair of blue jeans that did all kinds of amazing things to his body and a worn looking blue t-shirt that dipped low enough to allow a peek at his gorgeously toned chest. A pair of sunglasses perched atop his head and he was wearing an old pair of running shoes. Next to him on the island, was a brown bag that I assumed contained his weapon since I didn’t see a holster.

The second thing I noticed was my father. He was in a suit and had his briefcase in hand. He looked at me with a forlorn expression; and I knew in that moment that hiking was off the agenda for the day.

“Nea, I’m so sorry, sweetheart. The embassy called about an hour ago and one of the foreign ambassadors has called an emergency conference. He flies back out this evening and this is literally the only time that we can meet.”

I knew how important his work was and I tried my hardest to hide my disappointment, blinking back the unexpected tears as rapidly as I could.

“It’s ok dad. I get it. We’ll try another day, alright?”

I turned to walk back up the stairs. It was only 10 AM, after all, and I was a grad student on summer break. There was no reason why I shouldn’t sleep till noon like most of my peers, right?

He caught me by the shoulder and turned me back around.

“No, honey. When I suggested a hike last night, your face lit up. I love to see you happy and I want you to go. I’ve already spoken with Matthias, and we worked it out. He is going to have two of his best with me today and you two are going hiking. How does that sound?”

I looked to Matthias who gave me just the smallest ghost of a smile. He nodded his head as if to let me know that he was actually ok with this plan. I wasn’t sure if I believed that, but it was a surprisingly sweet gesture from a man who had been yelling at me on his porch 24 hours earlier.

My father looked so apologetic. And the fact that he had still arranged for me to have a day out meant the world to me. All he wanted was for me to do what I loved. There was just one big problem that I could see.

“But dad, Matthias is supposed to be with you. I want you to be safe.”

“Nea, Matthias is the best. You get the best. He trusts his team. So I trust his team. It’s how this works. So…what do you say?”

I pulled him towards me for a tight hug.

“Yes. But on one condition: you make sure to get a day off next week.”

“Deal.”

“Ok then,” I said, reaching out to straighten his tie and putting on my best ‘Mother Hen’ routine, “You be good today. Make friends and don’t start any fights, you hear me? I’ll cook something special for dinner tonight. I saw this really trippy episode of Good Eats last week and I’ve got something big planned for us. I’ll make sure to stop at the store on the way home from hiking. Yes?”

“Sounds perfect.”

He picked up his briefcase, gave me a kiss on the cheek, and turned to Matthias before leaving to meet the two agents waiting just outside the door.

“Matthias, I don’t think I need to stress to you how important my daughter is to me, correct?”

Matthias looked him straight in the eyes as he responded.

“Yes sir. Completely understood. I will protect her with my life.”

My father chuckled.

“Well, I certainly hope that it doesn’t come to that. But your head and heart are in the right place, son. You two have fun!”

And with that, he closed the door behind him and was gone.

Matthias and I both stared at the door for a moment before turning towards each other. As if we had planned it, we both spoke at the same time.

“I’m sorry.”

There was a beat of silence while we both just sat with each other’s apologies. Do I yell? Is this a guilt trip situation? Cry? Cold shoulder? Or, something else? In that moment, I made up my mind about how the rest of the day would transpire.

“Ok then.”

His brows went up and he gave a small disbelieving smile.

“Ok? That’s it? Just, ‘Ok’?”

“Well…yes. What else is there to say? I mean, I’m sorry. You’re sorry. If you’d like, we can talk it to death, but please remember before you go down that road, that I’m the daughter of a diplomat. I’ve been around negotiations and peace talks my whole life. As far as I’m concerned, discussing it will get us right back to where we are now. So, instead of wasting that time and energy, I’d rather go hiking. What do you say?”

His grin got wider.

“Alright. Sorry it is. Can’t say that I’ve ever met a woman who didn’t want to discuss it for 10 hours. It’s pretty fucking refreshing. Let’s hike, shall we?”

He took his bag off the counter and I grabbed the bottles of water and lunches from the fridge. I had prepared them last night in anticipation of today’s excursion. Lunch was always my hike assignment. I made damn good sandwiches, and I figured Matthias would appreciate the stop at the summit much more if he had food. Men seemed to appreciate just about anything if there were sandwiches involved. I tossed everything into my small backpack and strode with purpose towards the door.

“Ok. Off we go!”

He locked the door behind us as we left. We walked to one of the black sedans and Matthias unlocked the doors. I went to get into the front passenger seat on the other side of the car, but Matthias grabbed my hand to stop me.

“Nope. You ride in the back.”

“Excuse me? Why?”

“Security, Linnea. While I’m very glad that we’re no longer glaring daggers at one another, this is still my job. When we get in a car, I get in the front and you get in the back on the same side. It’s the safest protocol. That way, you’re close to me at all times should any problems occur. I’m not trying to demean you or be difficult. I promise.”

I stopped and placed my free hand on his arm.

“See! That wasn’t so hard was it. Look! We just did something without getting in a fight. This is good. While I don’t really want to ride in the back like a child, I understand. Now, open my door, ‘Jeeves’.”

He rolled his eyes at me, but didn’t respond. I did, however, catch him smile as I climbed into the backseat.

We pulled down to the edge of the property where he stopped to give the guards at the gate a stern look. I assumed that it meant, ‘Hold down the fort until I get back’. They nodded and he returned the gesture.

With that, we pulled out onto the street and headed towards the nature preserve.

“Do you know how to get there?”

“I do. Believe it or not, your dad and I went up there about a month ago. One afternoon, he just called for me and said, ‘Son, we’re going hiking today. Suit up!’ It was a great day. He talked about you the whole time and how much you loved to hike when you were home.”

Just the thought of Matthias and my dad traipsing through the forest along the trails made me smile.

“Thank you for sharing that with me. Being away from him the last year has been really hard. I think that he kept me at arm’s length sometimes to keep me from worrying, and he didn’t share much with me. Which, of course, made me worry more. Knowing that he came up here makes me happy.”

I could see Matthias’ eyes in the rear-view mirror and he smiled along with me.

“Well, he also said that you like to start on the East side of the park and hike to the summit from there. That way, you’re making the descent with the sun at your back and it makes it ‘suck less’ when you’re tired. Yes, your dad used the phrase ‘suck less’ when telling me this.”

“Ha! I bet he did. He always told me to find a more ladylike way to express my thoughts regarding that; but I refused. I could never think of something that described what I was feeling as accurately.”

We continued to make small talk as we drove the 30 minutes to the preserve. I learned that he loved Queen but hated Metallica. His first concert was Oasis during their ‘What’s the Story Morning Glory’ tour and he kept the t-shirt that he bought at that show until it literally fell apart. I learned that we had both read ‘The Hidden Life of Trees’ this past year and we both loved to watch silly B horror movies late at night. He loved art and may have even let it slip that he used to paint. I filed that one away for another day. Before I knew it, we were approaching the park. I think it was the fastest that 30 minutes had ever passed in my life.

As we pulled into the parking area, Matthias found a spot near the picnic tables. The main parking lot was about a mile away and was always super crowded on beautiful days like this. The trails from this part of the park were a bit tougher to hike, so the families and groups tended to stick to the other side where the climb was easier. My favorite trail was the one that led to a summit with an old stone wall that offered a breathtaking view of the lake. It was about an hour to the top, and considering that it was now about 10:45, we timed it just right to hike for a bit and then stop to have lunch overlooking the water.

The sun was bright today, but the forest trails near the bottom offered a lot of shade. The spongy earth was brown and the canopy of trees housed all manner of woodland creatures. On days when the weather was too warm to hike all the way to the top, dad and I would bring nature books and binoculars. He could identify the birds just by their calls. I was nowhere near that level of expertise, but I had gotten pretty good at identifying indigenous species by sight. I could see a little female Common Yellowthroat in one of the trees at the start of the trail. Upon hearing our approaching footsteps, she gave a small flutter of wings and flew off to find someplace quieter.

After making me sit in the backseat on the way, I half expected Matthias to make me walk behind him. But instead, he fell in step right next to me and we began our adventure.

“Do you like being outside, or was volunteering today just some sort of attempt at catharsis?”

“God, you have a smart mouth sometimes!” he laughed. “If you must know, I love being outdoors. I was actually really excited when I got the alert last night about the hike today. At first, I was just relieved that my unwarranted shitty attitude hadn’t gotten me reassigned or fired. But I also really loved coming here with your dad last time. There’s something peaceful about nature that I don’t usually find in my assignments.”

I ignored the ‘unwarranted shitty attitude’ comment. I mean, why bother correcting someone who’s right?

“What other assignments have you been on?”

“Linnea, you know as well as anyone that I can’t share that information. For the last 4 or 5 years, they’ve been all government details. That’s about as much as I can tell you. But working with your dad has been my longest assignment to date…and my favorite.”

“Oh really? And why is that?”

“He’s a good man. He truly is. He lets me do my job, but doesn’t treat me like his hired help. There’s a respect there; and it’s very mutual. Plus, he’s got this daughter who’s a total pain in the ass. But she forgave me for being a total shithead and I think that she may make a cool friend.”

I just smiled and nodded enthusiastically.

“Yep. She sounds pretty awesome alright. And despite your exceptionally accurate depiction of your previous behavior, she’d like very much to be friends.”

We walked in silence for about 15 minutes, just enjoying the fresh air and sunshine.

Matthias spoke up first.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you about your name.”

“Ok, shoot.”

“I know that your name can be pronounced two ways. I wanted to be sure that I was using the one you preferred. Since your dad calls you ‘N-eee-a’, I figured you preferred the European pronunciation. That said, I didn’t want to assume, since most people probably pronounce it the other way.”

“You’re correct on all fronts. Most people pronounce it ‘Li-nay-ah’, but I do prefer the European ‘Li-nee-ah’. Dad is the only one who calls me ‘Nea’ though. He’s been doing it all my life. It makes me feel safe and loved. When he says it, it feels like home.”

“Ok. Got it.”

“And Matthias, what about you? I’ve traveled a lot and I’m aware that ‘Matthias’ is a name most commonly found in Eastern Europe. How did you end up with it?”

“My grandfather.”

“Aaaaand…?”

“Nothing more to say. It was my grandfather’s name. And now it’s my name.”

He wasn’t mean in his dismissal, but I could feel him putting up a wall. I knew immediately that his family was not a topic of conversation that would be discussed today. And the last thing I wanted was to make him pull away when we had just started becoming friends.

“We’re almost near the top. How are your legs holding up there, champ?”

He looked over at me and I could hear his ‘thank you’ as loud and clear as if he had actually voiced it. I wonder if he had expected me to pester him for more family information? I knew how painful a past could be, and I was not about to put him on the spot regarding that subject.

“I’m good,’ he said. “How about you? Need to sit down and rest for a minute?”

“No. I’m perfectly fiiii…” I said, just a moment too soon, as I tripped over a tree root and went straight towards the ground.

I put my arms up quickly, expecting to find myself face down on the trail in a matter of moments. But that impact never came. Matthias quickly stepped in front of me and reached an arm across my chest to keep me upright. Both of my arms went to his shoulders and I found myself with two handfuls of soft blue cotton. He took a moment to steady me with his hands on my waist. One of those hands had dipped just under the hem of my shirt and his light touch at the small of my back caused a spark that sent a heat wave across my entire body. When I felt strong on my feet again, I chanced a look up and was met with those blue eyes I had admired on my first night. They were just as amazing now. Once I realized that I was holding him far longer than necessary, I released my grip and took a step back.

“Umm,” I said, clearing my throat, “those are some reflexes you’ve got there. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he responded, as he got down on one knee. “How is your ankle? Didn’t twist it or anything, right?”

I took in a quick breath, which I’m sure he must have noticed, as his hands ran gently over my left ankle and calf. They felt so good on my skin that I was tempted to say that I was injured…just to keep him touching me.

“Yeah, I’m good. Everything is intact. If it gives me any trouble later or starts to get sore, I promise to let you know.”

He seemed accepting of my answer and gave a look towards the summit, which was now in sight.

“Looks like we’re almost there. It’ll give us both a chance to sit for a few minutes. Deal?”

“Yes sir. Let’s do this.”

As we reached the top, I was relieved to find that we were the only ones there. Not that it would have mattered if anyone else was around, but I was really liking having him all to myself. We found cool, shaded spots along the wall, and I took the sandwiches and bottles of water out of my bag.

“Today’s menu is turkey sandwiches with swiss cheese, Dijon, lettuce, tomato, onion, and sprouts. The rolls are from this bakery that dad loves. So, eat up. I’m sure you’re hungry.”

“God, this looks amazing. Thanks, Linnea. You didn’t have to.”

“I know. That’s what makes it fun,” I said with a wink.

We ate in companionable silence for about 10 minutes. I think we were both far hungrier than we had realized.

The sun was almost directly over us, and while the trees were sparse, there was enough shade to make the temperature perfect where we sat. For the first time since meeting him, he looked relaxed and actually comfortable around me.

“So, what do you do for fun?”

“What?”

I let out an exasperated sounding sigh.

“You know…’fun’…that thing people like to have when they’re not working…?”

“Very funny. Well, I like to go to the gun range.”

“Ugh! Boring. No, I mean what do you do for fun that’s NOT work related?”

He was quiet for a moment; and I thought that I may have hit a nerve. Looking at him more closely, I could see a slight pink tint to his cheeks, and I realized that he was embarrassed to tell me.

“Matthias, I’m sorry. If that was too personal, you don’t have to say anything. I just thought…”

“No,” he interrupted me. “It’s not that. It’s just not a very ‘guy’ thing to like,” he said, using quotation fingers when saying the word ‘guy’.

“Oh, well now you HAVE to tell me,” I responded, giving him a small shove to his shoulder.

“I like old movies.”

“What’s wrong with that? I do too! Casablanca, Gone with the Wind, Citizen Kane! Which is your favorite?”

“Ummm, Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers movies.”

He said it so quietly, that I almost didn’t hear him. Seeing that he was still shy about it, I just kept my mouth shut and waited for him to go on.

“My mom and dad used to watch them when I was little. It’s probably my only real clear memory of them. They’d watch them and sing and dance together in our living room. ‘Top Hat’ was their favorite. Astaire plays this performer who goes to New York to raise money in order to marry his fiancé; and in the process, falls for Ginger Rogers, who plays an aspiring dancer. I just love it. I think I’ve seen it more than any other movie. After they were, um, gone…I started collecting all of the movies that Astaire and Rogers starred in together. But ‘Top Hat’ is still the best one.”

From the way he talked about them and the look on his face, I knew without a doubt that his mom and dad were both dead. ‘Gone’ could mean many things…but I knew. He had kept the doors to himself closed very tightly; but just now, he opened them a crack. When I yelled at him and asked him about the people he loved, I wondered why he’d been so quiet. Now I knew why he just let me walk away yesterday.

I didn’t even realize that I was crying.

“No! No, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you sad! It’s a happy thing for me. Don’t worry. Please.”

Much to my shock, he reached out and wiped a tear from my cheek with his thumb. His hand lingered there for a moment before pulling back.

I sat blinking for a moment until the tears stopped. I then gave him a smile and a nod, silently letting him know that his secret was safe with me. He looked right into my eyes and smiled back.

“You know, this is a bit unprofessional, but I’ve been wanting to tell you how beautiful your eyes are.”

“Ummm,” I stammered. “Thank you. I always wished I had my mom’s eyes. Hers were this beautiful icy blue color. So stunning. Mine are just brown. Boring brown.”

“Boring? No, not at all. They’re like milk chocolate mixed with flecks of gold. And when the light catches them, like right now, they change to a soft caramel color. There’s nothing ‘boring’ about them.”

I didn’t know what to say. From his description, it was obvious to me that he had not just now thought of this. I blushed and picked at a piece of grass growing between two of the stones on the wall.

“Well, what about yours? They’re blue like the ocean. But not when it’s calm. They’re a stormy blue, the kind of blue that the water turns right before a hurricane. A person could get lost in them…”

I stopped talking. God, I sounded stupid. Blue like the water before a hurricane? Who says that?!

Instead of dying right there of humiliation, I chanced a look at him. He wasn’t smiling, but he was anything but upset. In fact, he seemed to be getting closer…

It was almost like one of those movie scenes. Hell, maybe Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers had a moment like this in one of their movies?

I was right. He was getting closer. I could feel myself leaning towards him, closing the distance.

Those hurricane blue eyes, which, a moment ago had been locked with my boring brown ones, were now focused on my lips. I wasn’t sure if this was a good idea, but I wanted it anyway.

Closer. Closer. Closer.

My eyes were just about to drift shut.

“Mom! Mom Mom Mom, I can see the water! I see it! I see it!” the small child yelled as he came into the clearing with the rest of his family right behind him.

I should have known. When these moments happen in the movies, something always pops out of nowhere at the last second to mess it all up.

We sprung apart and glanced around nervously, both looking and feeling incredibly guilty, despite the fact that nothing had actually happened.

I cleared my throat and stood up quickly. Taking our trash from his hands, I walked over to the nearest bin to get rid of it. I always made a point of being environmentally conscious and not ever leaving any litter in the park. Plus, it gave me a chance to walk away from Matthias and take a few deep breaths. That was close. I didn’t know if I felt relieved or disappointed.

He walked over, and as if nothing had happened, said, “Thanks for lunch. Ready to head back down the hill?”

Ok. So, relieved it is.

“Yep. Let’s see if I can stay on my feet this time!”

Luckily, we were both grown-ups about what had happened; or, more accurately, what had NOT happened, and the silly conversation flowed just as easily on the way down as it had during the climb. I’d be lying if I said there wasn’t a touch of lingering dissatisfaction, but I was truly having a good time as well. I didn’t want one small moment to ruin the day, especially since it didn’t seem to affect him at all.

As we reached the bottom of the hill, the parking lot came into view.

I put my hand on his arm to stop him for a moment.

“Hey, Matthias, thank you for today. I really had a good time. I know you didn’t have to come with me, but I’m glad you did.”

“Yeah, absolutely. It was a lot of fun. The most I’ve had in a while, if I’m being honest. I haven’t made a new friend in a long time.”

“Well, I do have to say, you’re a pretty good hiking buddy, and NOT just because you kept me from breaking my face. I know this is premature, since we just had lunch, like an hour ago…but would you like to join me and my dad for dinner tonight? I always make enough to feed an army. Besides, now that we’re friends, consider this a ‘thank you’ for coming with me today…and for not killing me when I snuck through the hedges the other night.”

He laughed.

“Yeah. Yeah, that sounds great. And as my ‘thank you’ right back, my guys will be hiring contractors soon to build a fence around the entire yard. Those gaps in the bushes are perfect for letting all sorts of trouble through.”

A light blush stained my cheeks at being called ‘trouble’. I liked it more than I cared to admit. I’d love to be trouble…if he’d let me.

The parking lot was now much more crowded than it had been when we arrived. Earlier, we had been the only car in our row. Now there were cars parked on either side of ours.

We reached the car and Matthias went to unlock the driver’s side door. Not remembering his “protocol” from this morning, I went to the other side and waited for him to unlock mine.

Just as I heard the click of the lock, the door of the car behind me opened and a pair of arms wrapped around me. I was shoved forward and my temple made violent contact with the glass, splitting the skin instantly.

I did the only thing I could think to do in that moment. I screamed as loudly as I possibly could and began to struggle to get loose. I had taken some self-defense classes, but the guy behind me was huge. I threw my head backwards in an attempt to headbutt him, but I was met with the middle of his chest. He was at least a whole head taller than I was…and much stronger.

I could hear Matthias yelling; and in the midst of my fight to escape, I saw him on the other side of the vehicle. He might as well have been a hundred miles away.

He was locked in the arms of a second attacker, fighting aggressively to escape. The muscles of his arms and neck were flexed as he wrestled with the man and I barely had time to scream his name before my head was smashed against the glass a second time. I could see black spots cloud my vision and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could stay conscious and continue to fight back.

Blinking and doing my best to stay alert and awake, I looked over the roof of the car again. Only this time, I couldn’t see Matthias. A chill swept over me as I realized that I was going to be taken...or worse.

Just as I began to slip into oblivion, I heard 2 quick gunshots. The arms that had been holding me let go and I dropped to the asphalt.

Turning to look under the car, I was met with a sight that made my heart stop. Matthias had somehow gotten loose. He’d dropped to the ground and drawn his gun, firing 2 shots at the feet of the man who had grabbed me. He had a cut to match mine at the corner of one eye and a stream of crimson running down one arm. I felt a jolt of relief that he looked unharmed otherwise. The biggest difference in that moment were his eyes. There was no trace of the sweet guy who had been sharing stories of Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers. Those blue eyes had gone black and he had a look on his face that, on its own, could kill a man. To some, he may have looked positively terrifying. But to me, he was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

I tried to smile, but I could feel myself slipping…slipping…slipping…

I vaguely perceived the sound of footfalls on the pavement, the slam of a car door, and tires screeching. Our attackers were gone. We were safe.

In the next instant, I felt strong arms curl around me once again. But these were reassuring and gentle, not threatening. I was pulled gently into a solid, warm chest.

Just as I lost consciousness, I heard something…

“Nea! Nea, stay with me! Stay awake, please. Help is on the way.”

The last thing I remember was thinking…Nea. He called me Nea. I’m safe. I’m home.

Then everything went dark.

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