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goldengalore · 1 year

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Neglected

A househusband!Harry fic.

Summary: Harry has been feeling neglected and unappreciated by Y/N, and she doesn’t realize it.

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings: angst, smut (sub!harry, soft dom!reader)

A/N: I woke up at 4am one morning with the urge to write this. Also listened to Tolerate It by Taylor Swift for more inspo!

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In all the years that Harry has been married to Y/N, he has never felt neglected by her. Sure, there have been instances where her schedule became too hectic for them to spend much time together, but even then, her love and appreciation for him could be felt through her actions.

Lately though, that hasn’t been the case.

Work has been stressing her out, he can discern that much. And while she has never been one to let work stress affect her personal relationships, this past week has brought out a different side to her. A side that makes him feel small and invisible.

When she comes home, it’s like she wants nothing to do with him. She heads straight upstairs, telling him she’ll be down for dinner later. During dinner, she’ll ask their daughter, Savannah, about her day but won’t ask him. After dinner, she’ll go back upstairs without acknowledging whether the food was good or not, even when he cooks her favourite dishes. He’ll wash up in the kitchen and go up to their bedroom to find her already asleep on her side of the bed—or pretending to be asleep, it seems at times. If he tries to cuddle up to her, she’ll shrug him off and shift further towards the edge of the bed with her back to him.

He’s beginning to wonder if he unwittingly did something to upset her. Or maybe it’s all in his head. Maybe he should just suck it up. Surely, this won’t last forever and she’ll be back to her normal self soon enough…

It’s Friday now. He hopes that with the weekend on the horizon, Y/N will be in a much better mood when she gets home.

“Hi, lovie,” he greets her when she walks in through the door. “How was your day?”

She releases a heavy sigh as she slips off her heels. “Shitty, but at least it’s over, right?”

“Sorry to hear that.” He attempts to give her a hug, but it doesn’t last longer than a second before she pulls away with a tight smile.

She heads to the kitchen, dropping her bag and keys by the stairs along the way. He follows her like a lost puppy. Grabbing herself a glass of water, she collapses onto one of the dining chairs and chugs it down.

At least she didn’t go straight upstairs today, he thinks to himself, grasping for a silver lining.

She rolls her neck from side to side and rubs the back of her shoulder, wincing a bit. Harry moves to stand behind her. Shifting her hair over to one side, he starts massaging her neck and shoulders. He holds his breath, expecting her to brush him off, but instead, she reclines in her seat while he carefully presses his thumbs into the nape of her neck.

“Work has been such a pain lately,” she admits.

“I know. Could tell you’ve been stressed out.”

“It’s this new boss. She’s impossible to work with. She puts unreasonable deadlines on everything, expecting us to finish these huge, complicated tasks within days. Then, when people like me try to speak up about it, she’ll publicly shame us in front of the whole office and pile on even more work so that— Ow! Okay, H, you’re pressing too hard.” She reaches behind her to push his hands away.

“Oops. Sorry, love.” Fuck. She was finally opening up to him about why she’s been acting so cold, finally giving him more than just one-word responses or vague explanations, and he ruined it.

“It’s fine. I’m going to go take a shower.” She stands up.

“Wait,” he says, grabbing her hand.

She turns to him with a look of mild annoyance.

“Um, wh—why don’t I run you a hot bath?”

“Sure. Not too hot though, okay? I’d like to not burn my skin off.”

He chuckles at the comment, pretending that it didn’t sting a little. “Yeah, of course.”

He runs the bath and checks the temperature of the water multiple times while Y/N undresses in their bedroom. He’s about to check for a fourth time when she enters the bathroom in her white robe, which she hangs up on the wall hook. She settles into the tub and closes her eyes. Meanwhile, Harry watches from the doorway, wishing he could get in there with her and be close to her.

“Do you want me to stay?” he offers tentatively. “We can talk more about the stuff you’ve been dealing with at work.”

“Ugh, no, I don’t even want to think about work.”

“Oh. Well, we can chat about something else to get your mind off—”

“I’m not really in the mood to talk.” She opens her eyes briefly to look at him. “I’ll be down for dinner later, okay?”

Translation: Don’t bother me until dinner.

With a hollowness in his chest, he shuts the bathroom door and returns downstairs to the kitchen.

***

“Daaaaad?” Savannah calls to her father from the dining table, where she has decided to do her homework tonight.

“Yeeeees?”

“Can you help me with my homework?”

“Be right there.” He turns down the heat on the stove before walking over to his daughter, leaning over her to take a look at what she’s working on. Math. His worst enemy.

“I don’t understand this question,” she says, pointing to a lengthy word problem on the page with several multiple choice options.

He reads and rereads it a few times before attempting to solve it in his head. It seems easy enough… Until he realizes that the answer he came up with isn’t even one of the options. He asks Savannah how her teacher taught her to approach questions like this, and her explanation only confuses him even more. Math was tough when he was in school, but the way they teach it nowadays boggles his mind.

“I’ll go see if your mum can help.”

He heads upstairs to check if Y/N is done with her bath and finds her sitting at the foot of their bed in her robe, brushing her hair. The sun is setting outside. Its warm, amber glow spills through the curtains and falls across one side of Y/N’s face, casting a shadow on the other. She looks ethereal in this light, like a goddess, and he feels unworthy of her presence.

“Babe? Savannah needs help with her maths homework,” he tells her.

“Can’t you handle it?”

“I mean, I’m trying, but we both know how useless I am at maths,” he answers with a smirk, but she doesn’t even crack a smile.

“Harry, it’s grade school math, not rocket science.”

His face drops. “Well, yeah, but I— Never mind. I’ll figure it out.” He turns to leave but pauses in the doorway, turning back around to face her. “Y/N, are you… Are you upset with me? Have I done something wrong?”

He instantly regrets asking. Y/N closes her eyes and pinches the bridge of her nose.

“No, H, I just need some time alone,” she states slowly. “Like, is that too much to ask? I can’t even have a second alone without you getting clingy and thinking I’m mad at you? It’s exhausting.”

His heart cracks for what feels like the millionth time that night. Clingy. His wife thinks he’s clingy. It’s not the first time he has been called that word. But it is the first time he has been called that word by her. And God, does it hurt like a dagger slicing through his chest.

“Sorry,” he mumbles before leaving.

He tries his best to help Savannah with the question, ultimately resorting to Google where he finds the solution posted on some forum a few years ago.

“Daddy, are you okay?” asks Savannah once her homework has been sorted.

He raises a brow at the odd, adult-like concern in his daughter’s voice. “Yes. Why?”

“You look sad.”

He forces a smile. “I’m not sad. There’s nothing wrong with being sad, of course. But I’m fine.”

She squints her big eyes at him suspiciously, drawing a genuine laugh out of him.

Kissing the top of her head, he says, “I’m going to finish making dinner, but let me know if you need anything else.”

“Okay. Thanks, Dad.”

That little token of appreciation means so much to him, he gives her another kiss on the head.

“You’re very welcome.”

***

Harry feels numb at dinner. His appetite is nonexistent. The food that he himself cooked with love and care tastes bland and flavourless to him. He has long zoned out on the conversation between Y/N and Savannah, which is completely unlike him, as someone who prides himself on being a good listener.

“H, you okay? You’ve barely touched your food,” comments Y/N. It shocks him that she even noticed.

“Daddy’s sad,” Savannah blurts out.

Y/N frowns, studying him from across the table. “Sad about what?”

“Nothing. I’m fine.” He stares down at his plate and changes the subject. “Does anyone else feel like the pasta sauce is missing something? I followed the recipe to a tee and still messed it up somehow.” He shakes his head, frustrated with his inability to get anything right today.

“No, it’s perfect,” says Y/N. “As always.”

She’s praising him. So why does he feel like crying?

“Where are you going?” she asks as he pushes his chair back and rises to his feet.

“I have a headache. Going to lie down for a bit. Just leave the dishes in the sink. I’ll take care of it later.” He places his unfinished plate on the kitchen counter and leaves.

Tears are flooding his eyes before he has even reached the top of the stairs. By the time he gets to the bedroom, they’re spilling onto his cheeks. He doesn’t bother wiping them away. Instead, he just climbs under the covers on his side of the bed and lets his pillow soak them up.

It’s hard to tell how much time has passed before he hears Savannah’s voice down the hall, telling her mother goodnight, and then moments later, the light creak of the bedroom door opening, followed by Y/N’s footsteps approaching the bed. The mattress dips behind him.

“H?” she says softly.

“Hmm?”

“You still awake?”

He clears his throat and tries to keep a steady voice as he replies, “Yeah. You need anything?”

“No, just want to make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m fine. Just a headache.”

“Do you need anything from me? Painkillers? A cup of tea?”

How about kisses? Or cuddles? Or any kind of attention that doesn’t involve you glaring at me like I’m a waste of space? he answers in his head, but out loud he says, “I’m fine. Thank you, love.”

“You know, you keep saying you’re fine and I don’t know if I believe you.”

He doesn’t respond.

She places a hand on his arm over the covers. “Look at me.”

“I’m fine, Y/N,” he emphasizes stubbornly.

“Can you please look at me?”

He sighs. A part of him is tempted to snap at her and tell her to leave him alone, to hurt her the way she hurt him, but he doesn’t have it in him to do that. In fact, the last thing he wants right now is to be left alone. What he really wants is to be held by her, to be told that he is loved and appreciated and wanted.

When she gently tugs on his arm to make him turn around, he doesn’t resist. Her eyes scan his face, taking in the tear-stained cheeks and bloodshot eyes.

“Oh, honey.” She brings a hand to his cheek. He’s been so deprived of her touch that he leans into it immediately. “Did I do this?” she asks with guilt-ridden eyes which suggest she already knows the answer to that.

“I feel like I can’t do anything right by you lately,” he says. “I just want to spend some time with you when you get home, but you never talk to me and you shoo me away any time I try to come near you. I don’t know what I did, but lately, I feel more like an annoying pest that you have to tolerate than your husband. And maybe that makes me clingy or whatever—”

“That does not make you clingy,” she interjects, shaking her head adamantly. “I’m sorry I called you that, and I’m sorry I made you feel this way. I’ve just been under so much pressure at work. That’s no excuse for how I’ve been treating you, but I need you to know that it has nothing to do with you, okay? You haven’t done a single thing wrong.”

He sniffles. “Really?”

“Yes, baby. The only reason I’ve been pushing you away is because I come home with all this pent-up frustration and I don’t want to take it out on you by accident… But it looks like I’ve been doing that anyway.” She wipes a tear from the corner of his eye and kisses him tenderly. “I’m sorry, honey.”

She gets under the covers with him and guides his head to her chest, tangling her fingers into his hair. He nuzzles his face close to her breasts. She apologizes again and reassures him that he’s the best husband she could have ever asked for, that she still looks forward to coming home to him at the end of each day, that she loves him more than words can ever explain.

Her delicate touches mixed with her comforting voice telling him everything he needed to hear soothes his aching heart. They cuddle in silence for a while, their legs intertwined with each other. Y/N shifts around a bit while keeping him close to her. When her thigh brushes up against his crotch, she freezes.

“Are you hard right now?”

“Fuck, um… yeah?” he mumbles into her chest nervously, his face growing hot.

She giggles. “Well, let’s take care of it.”

“You don’t have to.”

“No, you deserve it.”

She sits up on the bed beside him, while he lays on his back, gazing up at her, melting when she gives him a warm smile. Her hand disappears under the covers, making its slow descent into the waistband of his shorts. He gasps when she gropes him through his briefs.

“I don’t think I’ll last very long,” he admits.

“That’s okay. Been a while since we’ve done this, huh?”

He nods, gulping as her fingers trace his bulge. Although he sometimes touches himself when he’s home alone during the day or in the shower, it’s never the same as when she does it. The orgasms lack the intensity he craves.

“My poor baby,” she coos, using her other hand to scratch the top of his head. “I haven’t been taking proper care of you. We’re going to fix that this weekend.”

She suddenly removes her hand from his shorts and takes off her shirt, revealing her braless torso. The sight of her gorgeous, round breasts makes his mouth water before she even invites him to suck on them. Moving his head into her lap, he wraps his lips around one nipple and swirls his tongue around the taut flesh.

Her hand ventures back into his shorts, this time slipping into his underwear. Instead of wrapping her whole hand around him, she uses only two fingers and her thumb, running them along his length in slow, gentle strokes that make his body shudder with pleasure.

“I’m so lucky to have you, you know that? Nothing you do for me goes unnoticed, I promise you,” she says.

The reassurance brings tears to his eyes again but happy ones this time. She wraps the rest of her hand around his cock, picking up the pace and pressure of her strokes. He thrusts his hips into her hand desperately as his orgasm builds. She tells him he can come whenever he’s ready, but he tries to delay it for as long as possible until he can’t any longer. Then he lets himself go, his moans and grunts muffled by her breast.

“There you go. Good boy.” She coaxes the last few drops of come out of him.

He rests his head in her lap afterwards, dazed and breathless, hoping that she’ll let him lay there a little while longer. Luckily, that’s exactly what she does, only moving to rest her back against the headboard to make herself comfortable while keeping his head in her lap, her fingers in his hair. He wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

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sixosix · 1 year

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( a/n ) light angst, hurt/comfort, PROFANITY WARNING, guys im so sorry this is so short but its all im capable of rn

special mention TYSM @earthtooz for proofreading i owe u my soul

he’s always been a little sensitive to people caring for him. he’s used to taking care of others, to have his parents let him get away with everything, and he’s spent his life isolating himself from people who would see him past what he is but for who he is.

reo rolls his shoulder to shove your hand off of him, frowning at the wall. “you know me well enough already, don’t you? you know that i hate it when you get like this.”

“this isn’t good for you, reo. you’re destroying yourself,” you snarl, jabbing at his back. “i’m sick of seeing you like this. i’m not a babysitter, nor your therapist.”

“i’m not asking you to worry about me, am i?” he snaps, finally turning to meet your eyes.

anger boils in your chest, but you let it simmer with a few deep breaths. reo isn’t thinking properly right now, raving on and on about not working hard enough, and how he isn’t catching up. “there isn’t a professional boundary between us, i care for you because i love you. right now, when you say shit like that? i can barely give a fuck about you anymore.”

reo’s sharp scowl falters around the edges, giving way to confusion. “where are you going?” he demands when you make your way to the door.

“away,” you say, slipping your shoes on and refusing to look at him. “you said you need space, right? then i’ll give it to you. we’re over.”

“fine.” his tone is biting, but his voice sounds strange. “fine…”

he’s still lethargic, you tell yourself; he doesn’t know what he’s talking about, and he’ll regret it later. but he doesn’t stop you.

maybe if you were to glance back at him one last time, you’d see the broken expression on his face hitting him right after.

from the start, reo’s always been expecting you would leave him. everyone does that to him, anyway. even nagi, who he still considers his best friend. it was a little too good to be true with you, so he tells himself that this was bound to happen. that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt when it finally happens.

reo groans, shoving his face into his pillow. his friends snicker at his misery, so reo does what he needs to and flips them off with two hands. but as a groveling man with his face hidden by his sheets, it does not paint the intimidating picture he wanted.

“it hasn’t even been that long,” nagi remarks. he doesn’t spare reo a glance so unfortunately, he doesn’t get see reo flashing him with his middle finger.

“mmrgh,” reo says, still pressed against his bed.

isagi pats him on the shoulder, which doesn’t help anyone, but it’s the thought that counts.

“record him, record him, do it,” bachira says, clapping nagi on the back repeatedly, his strength enough to jostle him back and forth. obediently, nagi follows, pointing his phone camera right at a moping reo.

“day two without y/n,” nagi says to his future audience. “barely holding on.”

“i feel awful,” reo groans. “y/n blocked me.”

“do you regret what you said?” isagi asks.

“‘course i do,” reo hisses, offended that he would even ask that. “i was an asshole. y/n was right—y/n’s always right. i’m stupid.”

bachira snorts, “keep fighting, reo!” and barely manages to dodge the pillow thrown his way.

the camera pans back to reo, who’s looking red in the face, awfully pathetic. “fuck off. don’t post that. y/n’s gonna see it and make fun of me when we’re back again.”

nagi posts it anyway.

chigiri hums thoughtfully, waving a hand in front of your face. “you don’t look like you moved on to me.”

you splutter, shoving his phone back onto him. you feel your heart pound in your ears and with the way chigiri smiles knowingly, you almost wonder if he can hear it, too. “shut up! why did he say that? i hate him.”

“sure you do. say what?”

“‘when we’re back together again’ like he’s so sure about it,” you try to say it like you’re angry, but your expression resembles reo from that video. it doesn’t come out as you want it.

reo looks much better now. nagi says that reo religiously followed your advice right after and has been faring better, which is a real shame since you can’t even see it for yourself. he looks less pale and much brighter, but instead of the anger you last saw him with, he’s just become a carbon copy of a wet blanket.

“aren’t you?” chigiri watches the post again, just to torment you with your sniveling ex. “getting back together again, i mean.”

“i’m leaving.”

“yeah? and go where? reo’s bed?”

“i’ll strangle you!”

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aajjks · 10 months

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Tutor. JJK

synopsis. becoming your tutor was only the start.

warnings. söft yändērē, sïmp 101 jk, öbsëssîvë thoughts, öbsëssïön, flüff, he’s sö shy lmao

note. just a lil something, I like to call him simp!jk. share thoughts plz.

Jungkook could look at you forever.

You are so attractive, that smile of yours, those E/C eyes of yours make his mind feel dizzy, you make him feel so stupid, so foolish.

So foolishly in love with you.

But he knows you’re way out of his league, you’re everything he’s not, you two are no match, but yet his heart craves you, he can’t stop loving you. How can he not love you, you’re his first love, he was in love with you the first time he saw you.

“Can you stop daydreaming?” Jungkook almost curses under his breath, his friend annoys the fuck out of him sometimes, why would he even dare to interrupt him when he’s busy thinking about you?

“Don’t give me the death stare, simp.” Jungkook doesn’t stop glaring at his friend though, biting the inner cheek of his mouth, glaring daggers at him. “I mean… why don’t you just ask her out already? It’s been two years, JK.”

Jungkooks shoulders sulk at that, his friend has a point, but he simply doesn’t have the courage to ask you out.

You would reject him in a heartbeat.

“No… she’s way out of my league, man…” he barely whispers to himself. He’s so insecure, he wants you so much but he’s so scared to have you, you’re an angel, he’s not worthy of you.

“You never know Jungkook, I mean personally you’re a pretty good guy, I don’t understand your fear but you do you.”

Jungkook doesn’t reply but tries to focus on the teacher instead, as much as he wants to spend the whole period gawking at you, he can’t risk being noticed,

Especially not by you.

“Okay, so I am pretty sure that everyone’s understood the lecture, I hope there are no questions.” The old professor speaks, it doesn’t interest Jungkook.

His mind is still set on you, you never leave his mind, you have him obsessed, it scares him almost. But it feels so good though, because he has a reason to look forward to every day, his reason is you.

“Actually sir?” He blinks twice when he hears your voice, his heart immediately skips a beat. “I had a confusion regarding the concept, if you could help me understand- I am sorry yn but the class is almost over, maybe one of your peers will help you.”

Jungkook doesn’t think before he speaks up. “I-I CAN HELP YN!” His voice echoes around the class room, all of the students turn to look at the shy boy,

Including you.

You are looking straight at him, he can feel your eyes on him.

“Well it’s settled then, thank you Jungkook.” The professor picks up the papers and smiles, “class dismissed.”

Jungkook feels so uncomfortable under everyone’s gaze but as soon as the bell rings. He sighs of relief. Jungkook notices his friends gaze on him too, he doesn’t look at him, because he knows you’re still present in the room,

And he’s pretty sure you’re approaching him already. “Dude she’s coming, good luck.” His friend whispers to him, Jungkook closes his eyes, his friend leaves, even though he couldn’t care less about that typically,

He was all alone with you now.

“Hi Jungkook,”

He will explode any moment from the excitement that’s running through his body, his brown eyes shoot up at you, he stands up, his body is reacting on its own, “H-Hi yn.. wait you know my name?”

You are simply the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen, you give him a small smile, it makes him want to scream, “of course! And thank you for volunteering to help me, I appreciate it.” You put your hand out for him to shake, and he almost whimpers as he feels your skin touch his,

“I-It’s all good YN… don’t worry about it.” You’re making it impossible for him to act normal, “s-so shall I… oh you’re so cute jungkook!”

Oh my God.

“W-What?” Jungkook feels insane. He’s not sure if he’s hallucinating about you calling him cute, has he gone actually insane?

“I said you’re pretty cute, Jungkook.” He still hasn’t let go of your hand, you try to break the handshake, but he doesn’t budge.

“Are you okay?” You ask him with sheer concern, he’s too lost in his thoughts to realise that he’s been holding your hand for the last five minutes.

“O-Oh yeah I am… I’m sorry!” He quickly leaves your hand and apologises, bowing in front of you like a loyal servant. “aw no it’s fine. So I was thinking maybe you could help me with the concepts either in the free period or.. somewhere else?”

His eyes widen, he couldn’t believe this,

He had a golden opportunity in his hands.

“I-I… don’t mind anywhere YN.” He scratches the back of his head but inside he’s screaming, it’s so easy for him to conceal his feelings.

Oh the things you make him do.

“Great so how about my house? I mean I’m kind of a lazy person so I’d rather not meet at a coffeehouse or something, I love being in the comfort of my home.” You adorably explain and he’s sure his eyes are heart shaped right now.

“If you don’t mind of course.” Oh just how considerate you are, Jungkook is so obsessed with you, you’re an angel.

He’s convinced.

“O-Of course YN! I’m cool, I-I’m fine!”

“Okay thank you tutor, see you at 7?”

“Of course YN!”

“So I will text you the address, see you soon.” You wave at him, he just stands watching you walk out, you have him awestruck, today is a very blessed day for him,

Also he managed to keep a few secrets from you, like how he knows where you live, Jungkook sighed of relief when you left,

This was a start of something really special for him, and you.

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thedvilsinthedetails · 3 months

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Microfic for @wolfstarmicrofic written with the prompt ‘ardent’

Word count: 684

(split this in two halves, second half coming out tmrw)

EDIT: second half here

“Mm I’ve come to an important conclusion. I’m completely irresistible.”

Sirius proudly announced with a grin. They were all sat in the common room, Sirius leaning against James on the sofa. Remus was sat in the arm chair next to him, on his other side Lily, Mary and Peter were taking up the other sofa.

Peter and Lily looked at each other comically before turning and raising their eyebrows at him.

“Sorry yeah, I’m irresistible to everyone that experiences attraction to men.”

Mary laughed then.

“Sure you are.”

Sirius huffed out angrily.

“I am! I’ll prove it to you.”

“Oh please, been there done that. I’m just saying irresistible to everyone who feels attraction to men might be a stretch.”

Sirius whipped his head round to James.

“Tell her she’s wrong.”

“Of course she’s wrong, if I didn’t have an amazing and super hot boyfriend already I’d definitely be a Sirius Black groupie full time.”

“You basically already are.”

Remus chuckled, gesturing at the array of multicoloured hair bands James had around his wrist for Sirius to tie his hair up with at every given moment because Sirius never remembered to bring any. James was an ardent Sirius Black supporter.

That’s when Remus knew he’d made a mistake, the moment Sirius’ eyes landed on him they sparkled mischievously.

“Moony you’re perfect!”

“Huh?”

“I’ll prove it by getting you to kiss me. One month, if Moony hasn’t kissed me by the end of the month I’ll- I’ll cut my hair short! I bet you.”

Everyone gasped. Sirius’ hair was- well- it was Sirius’ hair.

They were all a bit drunk, Remus had thought it would pass. He’d be fine. The urge to kiss Sirius senseless was something he’d learnt to control early. Remus. would. be. fine.

•••

Remus wasn’t fine. It hadn’t passed at all, in fact it seemed to grow every day. And Sirius was good at it, bloody good at it all. Remus was lanky and awkward, he didn’t flirt. Sirius did though, really fucking well. It had begun with small touches to his arm as Sirius let out little laughs and squinted smiles, hands lingering just a bit longer than it ought to, trailing down to his own hand before dropping away.

Then it was Sirius wearing Remus’ jumper that was far too big for him, practically swallowing him up as he leaned forward, against Remus as they watched television. A little contented hum as he dropped his head onto Remus’ shoulder and nestled his head against his neck.

Then Sirius started getting bored of subtly.

•••

“Moooony.”

Sirius smiled lazily as Remus entered the dorm room, eyes twinkling.

He was dressed in a white tank top, far too tightly fitted for Remus’ sanity. His leather jacket was discarded next to him on the bed where he was sat cross legged in little faded black denim shorts.

“Help me braid my hair, would you? It’s sooo hot today, for once in like the entirety of English history. I can’t have it against my neck.”

Remus nodded and Sirius flashed him another cheeky grin. They were both well aware it was only 20°C. Well aware Sirius could braid his own hair. Well aware that whenever he was hot he actually put it up in haphazard top knots, not braids. Still Remus walked towards Sirius, sitting himself down gingerly next to him.

He gathered Sirius’ thick black hair at the nape of his neck, trying to ignore the jolt of electricity when his fingers brushed against warm ivory skin, trying to ignore the little sigh Sirius gave at the touch, trying to ignore how soft the glossy black hair was and how badly he wanted to just run his hands through it. He braided it quickly. It wasn’t very good, he knew. Remus was pretty shit at hairstyles honestly. It didn’t stop Sirius from biting his lip, gaze slipping to Remus’ lips as he thanked him. Leaning close and whispering so Remus could feel the warm breath against his face.

“Moony you’re just the best.”

As soon as he could, Remus fucking fled the room.

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pedroshotwifey · 2 months

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To The Flame chapter eight

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Pairing: Dark!Javier Peña x Fem!reader

Chapter w/c: 3k

Chapter tags/warnings: smutty smut, nasty dirty talk, slight angst, manipulation through isolation (hehe), piv sex, unprotected sex, stuff im forgetting

Chapter summary: Things were finally perfect; of course they never stay that way.

A/N: Hey babes! This chapter is really kind of setting things off, and I swear to you that we're going to get dark in the next few, and it's downhill from there. Just needed to get her in the perfect place first >:). This is yucky nasty, so I hope you heathens like it!!

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You wake up alone for the first time in a week this morning, already missing your husband’s heat.

It’s your second week living in your new house, but Javi was only able to take that one last off to help you get everything settled. He let you decorate for the most part, which was wonderful because you basically just ordered him around for muscle.

He was so sweet and helpful the entire time, not giving you a single complaint at all. You want the couch to go against the opposite wall? He’s on it. Need that picture in the dining room hung higher? As good as done.

You think there’s only a couple boxes left to unpack in the guest room, and then you’ll be done. It’s mostly small stuff, apart from a dresser that needs to be assembled, so you should be able to do it yourself before Javi gets home tonight.

Mentally planning your day, you stretch and yawn before pulling the covers back and sliding from the bed. You decide as you get dressed that you’ll make a batch of muffins for breakfast, that way Javi will have something quick to grab when he leaves for work in the mornings.

You make your way to the kitchen, yawning again even though the clock shows it’s past nine. You can’t lie to yourself, it’s been nice having the entire day to do whatever you want, without having to worry about getting the bills paid. It was a little hard to transition into not working, but Javi takes such good care of you that it’s hard to stress about it.

You keep waiting for the day where you feel the urge to find a job again, but it hasn’t happened yet, and you’re not eager to rush it. You really do think you can get used to this whole ‘staying at home’ thing. Especially now that you and Javi aren’t being particularly careful about sex anymore. You need to be prepared to stay home with your kids whenever that happens.

You’re not rushing that either, if you’re being honest, but you wouldn’t be upset if you found yourself pregnant. It makes you smile, thinking of mini Javis running around your house, playing in the pastures or on a tire swing hung from the big tree out front. Javi would make such a good father too; he’s so thoughtful and attentive.

You sigh as you start to mix ingredients for your muffins, turning on the radio beforehand to distract yourself. The last thing you need right now is baby fever, you’ve just taken a big life step already.

You hum along and sway your hips to the soft music as you work, occupying your mind by trying to mentally plan how you’ll be decorating the guest room. A few moments later, you slip the tray into the oven and set the timer before heading back down the hall.

The room is mostly put together; the last of the belongings mostly small decor or whatever didn’t fit somewhere else in the house. It was unspokenly decided between you and Javi that this room would hold the junk closet.

You open the first box and find that it contains pictures. You don’t mean to snoop too much, but you can’t help but analyze each one. They’re mostly old family portraits, though a couple of them are just of dogs, which confuses you as much as it makes you laugh.

You realize once again how strange your situation is as you pick out Javi’s siblings and parents. How is it that you’re married to a man whose family you’ve never met? The only relative you’ve heard him talk about before is his dad. You wouldn’t want to pry though if it was a sensitive topic, so you decide on waiting for him to open up to you when he’s ready.

You’re just finishing propping up all the photos on their shelf when you hear the timer go off from the kitchen. The muffins are perfectly done, so you pull them out to let them cool off. You glance at the clock and decide that you’ll have enough time to plant some flowers.

Javi had made these absolutely gorgeous wooden planters for you to put outside the house, and you’ve been waiting until you had time to yourself to fill them. Javi also assisted you in picking out what flowers would go in there—orange Marigolds. They look beautiful in contrast to the white siding of the house.

Since you’ve moved in, you’ve fallen so deeply in love with the old farm house. It’s honestly the house you always pictured as a girl when you would dream about your future. The big porch, the intricate vintage details, the rolling hills in the background. You just can’t believe that you’re here already, that Javi brought you here.

You get misty eyed thinking about it, gratitude swelling once again in your chest. Your eyes land on the flowers laid out to be planted and you realize you’ve been smiling like an idiot. Shaking yourself out of it, you flip on the radio you brought from the kitchen and get to work.

You savor the feeling of the sun beating down on you and the gentle breeze cooling you. It feels so nice to be outside with this weather when you’re not working your ass off on a farm.

The rest of the day is spent exactly as you had it planned. You finish planting, wash up a bit, finish the guest room, and read a bit before you have to start dinner. It’s a relatively busy day, but it doesn’t feel like work. It’s nice, getting things done in your own house.

You have just enough time to get dinner ready and pop it into the oven before you hear the front door open. Your stomach flutters as a grin spreads across your face. You had a great day, but nothing you did could top the feeling of being in your husband’s arms.

“Javi?” you call out as you start to walk back to the entryway, wiping your hands off on a dish towel. You wonder if he can smell what you just put in the oven—it’s his favorite. You grow a little concerned when he doesn’t answer right away.

“Baby?” you ask again.

Javi is silently toeing his boots off when you round the corner and walk to him. Your stomach drops along with your dish towel when you see the somber expression on his face.

“Honey, what’s wrong?” you ask gently, stepping toward him and reaching your hands out. He meets you halfway and pulls you into a comforting hug. You can feel the way he deflates against you as if all of his stress suddenly disappears when he holds you.

The combination of his raw emotion and the way he uses one hand to smooth down your hair makes tears spring to your eyes. You’re not used to him looking so distraught.

“I have some news, carino,” Javi says after a moment. His words are quiet but you can sense the urgency behind them. You loosen your grip to allow him to take a step back. He crouches down slightly in front of you so that you’re looking down at him.

“I received my promotion today,” he says, taking your hands and watching your face scrunch in confusion.

“But isn’t that a good thing?” you ask. “I know how long you’ve been waiting for this, Javi. What’s the matter?” You don’t understand why he would be upset by such a thing. Javi nods and takes a deep breath.

“Yes, baby, it was supposed to be a good thing. They offered me almost double what I’m making right now,” he says. By his tone of voice, you can tell that there is more to be said.

“That’s great,” you say, though it sounds more like a question than anything. “What do you mean ‘offered’?”

“They gave me a choice,” he says after another deep breath. “I only get the promotion if I relocate.” you jerk your head back slightly. What kind of shitty deal is that? He must see your train of thought in your expression because he quickly elaborates.

��I don’t have to accept the offer, of course, but I won’t get the promotion if I don’t. Things will just stay as they have been.”

“Well, where do they want you to relocate?” you ask even through the sour taste in your mouth at the thought of leaving this house. You don’t like the look he gives you when you do.

“Colombia,” he looks hard into your eyes as they widen.

“What, like West Columbia? The city?” you ask, bewildered. “There’s no way they mean... They can’t do that, can they?”

Javi sighs again and nods. You wish he would stop doing that.

“Not the city, sweetheart. And yes, apparently they can,” his words are gentle but with a bitter bite as he lets go of one of your hands to cup your cheek.

“But we just moved in,” you say, your voice sounds small as you look down at him. He gazes back at you, and you can see the desperation in his eyes. He wants this so much, and you can’t be the thing that holds him back, no matter how much it sucks for you.

As much as you might not want to move again, you would do anything for your husband. He’s done so much for you, it’s the least you could do. You owe him so much. Still, there’s that painful twist in your chest at the thought of leaving all this behind when you just got it.

But you know that if it were you in his position and him in yours, he would tell you to take the promotion in a heartbeat. You’re being selfish right now, you need to think about what he wants. You can’t disappoint him.

“I know, baby. I asked if I could have a few days to think about it so I could see where you would be on it. I can still tell them no.” You flinch slightly at the impatience ebbing into his tone. It’s hard to pick out, but it’s there. It makes your cheeks heat and you feel for a second like a child being scolded. You don’t want him to be upset with you.

“No!” you say a bit too quickly. “Sorry, I just-” you struggle to find the words. “I want this for you, Javi, and I’m here to support you in whatever you choose. I know how badly you want this, and if you decide to relocate, then that’s what I want, too.”

He smiles up at you, and you can’t help but to smile back. It’s true, you’ll do anything for him.

“Are you sure, sweetheart?” he asks, his eyes unable to hide the glint of hope that shines in them.

“Yes, of course I’m sure. I’ll start packing tonight if you want,” you giggle and lean down to slot your lips with his.

He wraps his arms around you as he stands up, picking you up with him. Your legs instinctually cross at the ankles behind him.

“Thank you, baby,” he says once he positions you so that your back is against the wall. “Knew you would understand. You’re too good to me.”

You perk up even more as he praises you. All the annoyance has left his tone and you allow yourself to take a breath of relief. There’s a clear admiration in the way he looks at you right now, his eyes softening as he slowly dips back down to kiss you.

He thrusts his hips forward, stimulating your clit with the bulge in his jeans. You moan into his mouth as you grind down, seeking more friction. Your lips feel swollen when Javi releases them to suck at your neck.

“Oh, Javi, more, please,” you beg, making him chuckle lowly.

“I’ve got you, baby. Gonna make you feel good,” he whispers into your ear, making you shiver.

He wastes no time on unbuttoning your pants and letting you down to slide them down your legs along with your panties. It only takes a second before you’re right back where you started, only this time without anything between your cunt and his cock but his own pants.

“Gonna get you ready for me, pretty girl,” Javi says breathily as he brings his thumb up to circle at your clit. You keen as he immediately begins to rub in hard and fast motions.

As if that wasn’t enough, he takes his thumb away for only a second so he can gather spit in his mouth and lean over you to dribble it right over your sensitive bud. You gasp as the saliva begins to cool from the air of the hall.

Suddenly, his thumb is back, continuing its assault.

“God, feels s-so good,” you moan as Javi starts to nip and suck at your neck again, no doubt leaving a gathering of hickies behind. You can feel your toes beginning to curl and heat rise to your upper body. It’s not going to take long before you’re coming for the first time tonight.

“Fuckin’ soaked already, baby. Gonna make it so I’ll slide right in. My perfect fuckin’ girl. Always so good, so ready for me.”

Javi’s rambling sets you off, you don’t even have a chance to warn him before your body begins to tremble. You’re pretty sure you shout his name between moans, but it could have been anything.

“There you go,” Javi praises. “Such a good girl, so pretty when you come for me.”

You hear the rattle of his belt buckle as he shifts your weight to his other hand and one of his thighs. You look down as he tugs on himself, his red tip poking out from his fist as he moves his hips to line his cock up with your soaked cunt.

He grips your chin and kisses you fiercely as he pushes in, shoving his tongue into your mouth at the same time. Your sharp whine is smothered by his tongue licking into you, and your eyes roll to the back of your head from feeling so full.

He thrusts up heavily, effortlessly knocking the breath out of your lungs with each slam of his hips. Your back jots up the wall despite Javi’s best efforts in bringing you down to him. He lets one hand trail up to cradle the back of your head so that it doesn’t hit the wall with the force that he’s shoving up into you with.

“You’re so tight for me sweetheart, taking my cock so good,” he pulls away just enough to breathe out the words.

You clench around him, still not used to the filth that spews from his mouth when he gets his dick wet.

“Yeah, you fuckin’ love that don’t you.”

You nod as much as you can while focusing on the way his tip is punching into your cervix. You can feel another orgasm approaching, and you start to tense and keen from the intensity of it. Your legs start to shake around him and Javi increases the grip he has on your hip.

“There you go, take it just like that baby girl,” he grits.

You let your head rest on his shoulder, weakly mouthing his neck, salty and slick with sweat. Your arms tighten around him in an attempt to hold on, but you can feel your mind numbing from the euphoric feeling building up in your abdomen and spreading through the rest of your body.

“Give it to me, I can feel it baby,” Javi groans, picking up his pace. The increase makes the slaps coming from where your bodies have fused together echo through the hall, your wetness splattering on your thighs with each smack.

There’s a sharp tap to your clit with each thrust, and you’re coming around his cock with a scream before you realize you’d been that close in the first place. You feel your body melt as your husband nips at your jaw in an attempt of holding his composure.

“Oh that’s so fucking good sweetheart, come all over my cock just like that. Messy fucking pussy,” Javi continues to talk you through it, bringing the hand from your head back to your clit as you moan wildly.

“Who makes this cunt feel good, huh?”

“Y-you do, Javi, you do,” you cry as you come back down from your high.

“Yeah? Who’s cock? Who’s cock do you fucking cry on?”

“Ah—Yours, Javi!”

“Goddamn it—such a g-good girl…”

You nod into his neck, your brows furrowing as he keeps pushing up into you. He slams one hand onto the wall beside your head to hold himself up for balance as he pummels into you to bring himself closer to the edge. Javi grunts and groans into your ear like a mad man, rapidly chasing after his pleasure.

You barely register an overstimulated tear run down your ruddy cheek at the feeling of his cock continuing to spread you open and nail that spot deep inside of you. A pleasured sob escapes your closed mouth as he keeps manipulating your limp body.

“Gonna come in this pussy, fill you up so f-fucking full,” he claims right before his pace begins to falter. His hips jerk and he comes with a muffled grunt, his fingers gripping you hard enough to leave bruises for later.

He lifts your head and takes your mouth again, moaning into your swollen lips as he stills inside of you. It’s a complete mess, all tongues and teeth clashing together out of pure hunger. When he pulls his head back, you’re both panting and staring into each other’s eyes with heavy lids, both of you thoroughly exhausted. Enough so that you don’t recognize the burning smell floating down the hall until now.

Javi’s eyes narrow as yours widen, your mouth falling as well. He glances down at where you're still connected to make sure you’re not hurt.

“What’s the matter?”

You bite your bottom lip, waiting for him to smell what should have been dinner. He gets it after a moment, his eyes softening and a—dare you say giggle—tumbles from his full lips.

“Yeah,” you confirm his silent suspicions, smiling despite the inconvenience. “You might need to go grab us some dinner.”

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sailorkamino · 1 year

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you can sit with us

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relationships: twi'lek!jedi!reader x bad batch, background reader x plo koon & 104th battalion [gn, can be platonic or romantic]

summary: you're knight aola, a jedi with an abnormally strong connection to the living force and commander of the 104th. a reassigment leads you to kamino where you meet some equally unique (and chaotic) men, clone force 99.

word count: 1.6k

warnings: no use of y/n (reader will be called commander aola or smth flower related), proective!wolffe, shinies are in love with you, one mention of slavery, set 1 yr into clone wars so no echo yet

ryl translations: aola - flower

mando'a translations: Gar copad at jorhaa'ir laam, vod - you want to speak up, bro?

gif found on pinterest! credits to owner

When Yoda suggests getting your own special forces unit after your knighting you know you had to meet them before making any decisions.

You decide to go to Kamino rather than have them come to Coruscant, that way you can train together. Besides, you like to visit Kamino between assignments when you have time. Shaak says it’s good for the clones’ morale… mainly because they start showing off as soon as you enter the room. Plus the employees are on their best behavior when they have an audience.

That’s how you find yourself a few days later in a large mess hall. You can feel hundreds of brown eyes on you as you hold your tray. Beside you Wolffe glares at as many of them as possible. Your co-commander had brought you to the ocean planet to meet your new squad and ship, he only needed to drop you off but he seemed determined to stay as long as possible.

You assume it has to do with the young shinie’s who keep ogling you. A few have already approached you in the hallways on the way here but Wolffe took it upon himself to scare them away.

It's not hard to spot clone force 99 amongst the sea of identical haircuts. Like all vode they're completley unique in the force: from deep browns, to vibrant pinks, to dusty yellows, to blood reds. Oddly enough no one else is sitting with them. You lean towards Wolffe's ear as you get closer to the table. “Play nice.”

“I’m always nice.”

You hold back a snort at his deadpan tone. You pull your lips into a polite smile as you come to a stop. “Is this seat taken?”

Instead of a verbal response the four clones gawk at you. The pricking of jealous stares from all around the mess hall make your lekku twitch but you don’t let any discomfort show on your face. You once again remind yourself these men have very limited experience with nat borns.

“Yeah, of course, general!” The big one answers. He hastily makes room on the bench, almost shoving his grey haired brother to the floor in the process.

You hold back a laugh as you sit beside him yet the new title rings in yours ears. You never wanted to be a solider in the first place and now you're a general? You do your best to release your feelings to the force before introducing yourself.

Wolffe still hasn’t spoken. You subtly kick his boot under the table. “Commander Wolffe. He/him."

“You want to sit with us?” The goggled one asks with a cocked head, reminding you of a curious purgil. Ah, he must be Tech. “I do,” you respond confidently. Although you’re a bit confused they don’t know who you are, weren’t they briefed on their new officer? They probably weren’t shown a holo of you though. Well, this should be fun.

Your response seems to break the long haired clone out of his stupor. “I’m Sergeant Hunter. This is Wrecker, Crosshair, and Tech. We're all he/him."

You note it will be easy to remember who specializes in what. You can sense the batch glancing at Wolffe’s cybernetic eye and you know he can too. They haven’t been deployed yet so it’s most likely the worst injury they’ve ever seen. Without looking up from his food the commander simply says: “lightsaber.”

The clones around you not so subtly glance to the two sabers at your waist. You slap his armored shoulder indignantly. “You can’t just say lightsaber, it looks like I did it!” You look at the curious shinies around you, tilting your head in Wolffe’s direction, “that would be courtesy of Dooku’s apprentice, Ventrass. But I think it just adds to his roguishly handsome vibe.”

Wolffe scowls but his cheeks flush at the compliment. You were there for every step of his recovery and since then you had taken it upon yourself to be his personal hype man. Plus seeing the stiff commander flustered is just too entertaining to pass up.

“Is their name really Ventrass?” Tech asks curiously.

“No, it’s Ventress, but she’s a real ass. Hence the name.”

You look down at your tray as they process the new info. “Ugh, this food should be considered a war crime. Remind me to never complain about the temple’s cafeteria again.” Wolffe doesn’t react, long used to your non sequiturs. The other clones share bewildered looks.

"As soon as I take you boys off world I’m getting you real food.” You add for good measure. Now you can literally feel the confusion radiating off of them.

"What do you mean 'off world’?” Hunter asks.

You look at him curiously. Okay maybe they don’t know they’re getting a new officer at all. “Wait, you guys haven’t talked to master Ti yet?”

“No, we haven’t.”

“Oh, well that explains your confusion. We’re gonna be working together.”

Hunter and Tech’s eyes widen comically. Crosshair squints suspiciously. Wrecker chokes on his mystery meat. You pat his large back to help it pass, wordlessly handing him some juice. “Sorry boys, it was kind of a last minute assignment but I was hoping you’ve been briefed.”

A stunned silence follows that quickly becomes awkward. You clasp your hands in front of you, “well that’s alright! After you eat we can run a sim together!”

Your comm pings. You've never been so greatful for a distracion because clone force 99 is still gawking at you. Then you see the sender and any gratitude drains from your body. You roll your eyes without realizing it (a habit you picked up from your co-commander.)

"How do I diplomatically tell Tuan We to kriff off?” You ask said clone.

Wolffe's lips twitch up, which is his version of laughing. “Negotians are your department, sir.”

“You don’t like ‘em either?” Wrecker asks, wonder in his voice.

You lean towards him with a conspiratorial whisper. “Jedi aren’t supposed to be vengeful but between us I’m about one interaction away from drop kicking the prime minister.” Pride feels your chest at the shocked laughs you recieve. Even Crosshair and Wolffe are unable to hide their amusement.

Another alert from your comm has you prepared to cut it in half with one of your saber's but then you see the sender: Master Shaak Ti! You have always been quite close to the togruta who brought you to the jedi order (and subsequently saved you from a life of slavery.) You haven’t got to see her in person in forever. She must’ve been pretty busy lately if she wasn’t able to brief your new unit on your arrival.

You look at the table of clones with a cocky grin. “Hey, have you boys ever seen a lightsaber duel?”

You pointedly ignore Wolffe’s eye roll. You’re convinced his cybernetic eye is gonna get stuck in that position one day.

💀

Shaak Ti happens to be a master of makashi, aka the form both Dooku and Ventress prefer. That’s why neither of you are trying to end the duel by winning. It’s more of a studying opportunity. Especially considering you have a nasty habit of pissing off sith. To be fair what was Master Plo expecting when he asked Obi-Wan to teach you about negotiation?

You flip to avoid a graceful lunge from the general. Her violet eyes shine with pride. “Your ataru has greatly improved, young one.”

The slightly breathless praise has you grinning, feeling like an eager youngling again. You skillfully dodge her green blade, “am I tiring you out, master?”

She tries to appear disapproving but you can feel her amusement. “A jedi should be humble.”

You beam at her through the clash of your sabers. “I’ll have you know humility is one of my best traits.”

A beeping goes off from Tech’s datapad, alerting the end of your allotted sparring time. You come to a halt. The adrenaline of a good duel leaves you both glowing softly in the force.

“Woah! That was awesome!”

The bellowing voice makes you grin. “Thank you, Wrecker."

You power down one of your lightsabers, clipping it back to your hip. You extend your now free hand as you call your water bottle into it. Shaak Ti bows, bidding goodbyes to you and the clones before making her leave.

“What is ataru?” Tech asks, fingers stilled above his datapad screen.

You take a few gulps before answering. “Form four of lightsaber combat. It’s known as the aggressive form but really it’s more acrobatic than anything.”

Wolffe mumbles something along the lines of ‘show off.’ You aren’t surprised. He’s never been a fan of ataru. He thinks all the flips are impractical. “Gar copad at jorhaa'ir laam, vod?” You tease. Your eyes flick to the bad batch, noting their confusion in the force. “Do you speak Mando’a?” You ask and immediately regret it. You didn’t mean to put them on the spot.

“Some. Tech knows the most,” Hunter answers gruffly. His tone makes you think there’s a deeper meaning to them not knowing the language. You and Wolffe share a curious look but neither of you say anything. “Well I just told him to speak up,” you translate a bit awkwardly. You don't want them to feel excluded.

“How many lightsaber forms are there?” Tech suddenly asks.

You shoot the genius a thankful look for breaking the tension. “Seven. I can show you if you’re interested?”

“That would be fascinating!”

You’re starting to really like Tech’s enthusiasm. You glance at his brothers. They don’t necessarily feel bored but they aren’t as excited as Tech. “You boys don’t have to stay for this if you don’t want to.”

“Are you gonna do more tricks?” Wrecker asks. You can’t help but chuckle. Despite his size he reminds you of the younglings back at the temple. You miss them.

“I am.”

“Then I’ll stay!”

Crosshair tries to seem uninterested. “I don’t have any other plans,” he simpers. You can tell bonding with this vod won’t be easy but you’ve always liked a challenge. You look at Hunter expectantly since he has yet to speak up. “Sounds interesting," he shrugs.

“Great. Tech, you can record this if you like.” He flashes a small, grateful smile as he clicks away on his pad. You leave your shoto by your waist, igniting your regular saber as you fall into a familiar stance. “The first form is the most basic, shii-cho…”

As you move through katas you know you’ve found your answer for Master Yoda.

#the bad batch #clone force 99 #tbb #tbb hunter #tbb hunter x reader #tbb wrecker #tbb wrecker x reader #tbb crosshair #tbb crosshair x reader #tbb tech #tbb tech x reader #the bad batch x reader #clones x reader

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stay-dazed · 5 months

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stray kids as dads 2

notes: female reader, and you're a married couple. all the children are the same age, these are just little extra scenarios :) i'm sorry if any of it seems rushed.

chan: you’re so thankful that chan has the week off. not only do you get to spend quality time with your loving husband, but you also get to focus on specific things around the house that you just couldn’t before with most of your attention on taime. today chan’s picking him up from school which gives you the chance to clean under the kitchen sink for the first time in a little while.

and that’s how you find out that you’re completely out of mopping solution, which is what you were planning on doing next. well.. you could just hop in your car and head to the supermarket a couple blocks down to get what you need… or you could just call chan who’s already out and ask him to pick it up.

“hey baby, what’s up?” chan hasn’t changed his nickname for you since you both started dating 10 years ago now. He almost sounds exactly the same.

“hi mama!!” a little voice calls in the background.

a smile spreads across your face. “hi boys! oh i miss both my boys so much!”

chan chuckles and asks,”did you call because you just miss us too much?”

you respond,”well yes but actually no. i need you to pick up some mopping solution from the store on your way back, please?”

“of course baby!” chan answers quickly and happily,” we love going on little side quests for our girl, don’t we taime?”

you hear taime excitedly agree from the backseat where he sits strapped in his carseat, and your heart grows just a little bit bigger. you just sit and listen as your boys talk excitedly about the little errand they’re running together.

"hey baby? do you want some i-c-e c-r-e-a-m? yeah i'll get some for us tonight- nothing son, don't worry about it."

minho: minho is the most reliable and responsible man you’ve known. and your errand run will only keep you out of the house for about an hour at most. how bad can they be?

that’s what you said to yourself, until you got back home that is.

various toys strewn about on the floor, which isn’t uncommon, but added to that mess, a bunch of little white feathers coming from a pillow that’s popped open, having stood no chance against the pillow fight of the century. you meant to toss that old pillow out but apparently forgot to do so.

your attention is pulled away from the scene by a soft meow coming from doongie. he has a little decorative hair tie wrapped around his tail, and of course a tiny pink lipstick mark on his forehead. you wonder if it’s too late to just slowly walk back out the door…

two pairs of gentle, twinkling eyes stare back at you from the couch, caught red-handed. you’ve always adored how jimin had her appa’s eyes. “looks like you two had fun while i was gone..”

“mommy!!” jimin says while running to you, pink paint still fresh on her fingertips.

you scoop her up in your arms, careful to not get any of the paint on yourself. “hi baby,” you say to her while gently wiping some crumbs from her last snack off of her face. minho continues watching you with a little hair tie slowly slipping out of his hair.

“i didn’t expect you to be back so soon,” he says,” um… i’ll clean this up.”

“i know you will,” you say as a matter of factly, and walk over to kiss his cheek. “thank you for watching her, honey. you’re a very good daddy.”

"honestly i don't know what happened, everything was just a blur of pink."

changbin: changbin is a strong man by every definition of the word, but when it comes to nari he’s an absolute pushover. that’s how the three of you ended up here, in a humble little pet shop.

you stroll through the few aisles lined with tanks full of little pets, from hamsters to chinchillas. you and changbin follow nari around, occasionally remarking to each other about how cute the animals are.

but once you come across the reptile section, changbin is notably less happy. poor thing. you don’t mind reptiles yourself, but changbin is more wary of them. as well as insects, bats, amphibians, fish, some species of bird, and basically anything that isn’t fluffy.

“daddy look!” nari suddenly says when she comes across the last case “lookit this one!” her hands are pressed to the glass, her eyes are filled with excitement.

hesitantly, changbin makes his way over to her and kneels to her height. “what is it, honey?”

a leopard gecko, that’s what. a young one judging by the size of it. it’s a cute little thing, napping on a rock in its enclosure. and changbin is looking at it like he’s staring death itself in the face. “that’s… very nice, sweetheart.”

“can i get it, daddy?” nari looks up at him with those excited eyes.

uh oh.

he can’t look away from her puppy eyes and within seconds, he caves. with a defeated sigh he says,” alright..”

you add,” it’s not a toy though, baby. so we all need to take very special care of him to keep him happy and healthy.” nari nods excitedly in agreement.

so here you are, heading to the front of the shop to find an employee for help. you glance at changbin and note his distraught face. fighting back a smile you say,” well, at least you’re not allergic to geckos.

"y/n i don't think you understand, this is scarier than when i was auditioning for jyp."

hyunjin: art has been a part of hyunjin’s life for years now. it adds meaning and emotion and thought. he’s tried many different types of media but found a safe place in painting. ocean landscapes, flowers, and you have been his favorite things to paint. but a new favorite has come along and that’s his dear joon.

you walk into the art room with a glass of plum juice and a small plate of rice snacks in hand, something to give hyunjin a bit of energy while he works. he’s adding a bit of color to a simple sketch of joon, regularly glancing over at her as she sleeps soundly in her cot that he put in the room for the time being.

“how’s it going darling?” you ask while placing the snacks on the desk next to him. you take a moment to glance at his work over his shoulder, and of course it looks amazing. you wouldn’t expect anything less.

he sniffs and brushes some hair out of his face with the back of his hand. somehow there’s specks of paint just on his nose. “it’s going well. she has such beautiful features to capture.”

“mmm…” you hum in agreement and place a kiss on his cheek.

hyunjin basks in the warmth of your affection. with a soft smile and adoring eyes he turns to look up at you. you smile back at him, so ready to just place another kiss but to his lips.

a loud cry fills the air.

you and hyunjin look at each other for a moment before chuckling together. hyunjin goes to pick up joon out of her cot, placing her safely in his arms where he bounces her gently in hopes to calm her down. he also gives her butt a little rhythmic pat.

you join them, reaching to brush joon’s fine hair out of her face. “i fear she’s going to be just as dramatic as you are, darling.”

"okay? you say that like it's a bad thing."

jisung: jisung got a lot of well-deserved sleep on his first day off from work, leaving him open to tons of fun activities today with his favorite little boy.

to start off the day, junseo has a healthy breakfast of juice, yogurt, and fruit slices while you and jisung agree on having the rest of last night’s leftovers. junseo’s face has a few lines of yogurt on it and his hands are sticky from the fruit. this is what happens when you let him feed himself as he insisted.

jisung looks at his boy and tries to stifle a laugh. “honey, look at him,” he says, his cheeks puffy with food,” isn’t he so cute?”

you laugh softly too and reach over with your napkin to wipe junseo off as thoroughly as you can before he wiggles away. “adorable,” you agree.

junseo looks back and forth between the two of you before flashing a big smile, chewed up fruit bits between the gaps of his baby teeth. normally you find chewed food disgusting (jisung makes sure to bother you with it at the worst possible times), but it’s just so cute when your baby boy does it with glee.

jisung doesn’t stifle his laugh this time around, and he reaches over to gently pinch junseo’s little cheek that closely resembles his own.

"the gene runs strong in the family. yes i am very proud of it, thank you for noticing."

felix: felix absolutely loves to swim, and he wanted theo to love it just as much. but due to his smaller than normal size theo can’t swim yet, so he has an iffy feeling about the water. felix tries his best to help him.

he fastens some floaties snugly to theo’s arms, encouraging him all the while. “you got this, teddy bear,” he says as you reach over to rub a bit more sun screen onto theo’s button nose.

“you won’t let me go, right daddy?” he looks up at felix with wide eyes.

“i won’t teddy, i promise.”

felix carefully steps into the plastic kid pool with theo on his hip, so that the water comes up slowly. theo keeps a firm grip on his daddy’s swim shirt, watching as the cool water reaches his elbows.

“you’re okay baby, you’re doing a great job,” you say with a smile as you watch them from your spot on the pool ladder.

theo looks at you nervously, then back at his daddy. felix smiles back at him,” how’re you doing son? do you like the feeling of the water? it’s nice when it’s so hot out, right?”

with the arm that isn’t holding theo against his hip, felix scoops a bit of water into the cupped hand and then lets it drip down his son’s head and back. theo blinks quickly, getting used to the odd feeling. that’s when you get an idea.

suddenly you splash water in their direction, soaking felix’s back but careful not to hit your son. he looks at you, theo looks up at him. you try but fail to hold back your growing smile. theo follows your example and smacks his hand into the water so that it sprays up, wetting felix even more.

the backyard fills with laughter.

"well... at least he's not afraid of touching the water anymore."

seungmin: you leave the room of the party a couple hours into it because you feel too drowsy to keep up the energy. the sound of belle singing and crayons on paper fade into the background as you reach the bedroom and find comfort in the bed’s soft blankets.

you expected to have a quick power nap on your own before joining your husband and daughter again, but just as you’re about to slip into sleep you feel the bed dip slightly.

“hi mama,” chin-sun whispers as she crawls under the blankets and snuggles into your side. sometimes you forget that she knows how to climb onto the ottoman which allows her to reach the bed.

“hi baby,” you mumble, holding her close to your chest. hopefully she just ends up napping with you.

the two of you lay together for a few minutes, and luckily chin-sun hasn’t gotten rowdy or anything. her breathing has started to even out. she must’ve been running out of energy too. you feel yourself start to drift off again.

then the bed dips again, this time behind you.

you don’t even open your eyes. you just lay still and feel the blankets adjust and a pair of strong, warm arms wrap around you securely. seungmin’s familiar scent is so comforting, his breathing relaxing. you crack your eyes open momentarily to see that the arm seungmin has wrapped around you reaches chin-sun.

he rubs little circles on her back with his thumb, slowing down gradually as he begins dozing off. his nose tickles a little as it presses into your hair. finally, with your family snuggled together, you can finally sleep.

"sleep well, my loves..."

jeongin: jeongin has always been the type to do what he calls “shopping therapy”. a new necklace or pair of shoes, a small lego set to put together, or even just a basket-full of his favorite snacks. and once haneul came along, he had an even better excuse to get all these fun things.

of course he doesn’t overspend, he is a responsible father after all. but not everything he gets is necessary perse. like the stuffed fox taking your son’s place in his stroller and the bright cartoonish butterfly painted on jeongin’s face. the sight catches you off guard as you walk up to them after being separated in the mall for a little while.

haneul is obviously following in his papa’s footsteps in becoming the biggest stuffie collector you’ve seen; you don’t even think this one will fit on his little bed with all the others. and the face painting.. you don’t know if this is random or completely expected to see.

“wow,” you say as you stand in front of them,” you two must’ve had a lot of fun, huh?”

haneul bounces in excitement, making it difficult for jeongin to keep his grip on his hand. “papa! ‘im papa!” he’s looking back and forth between you and the fox stuffie.

“ohhh,” you nod in understanding,” papa got that for you? that’s so nice hannie! and look at you, walking next to papa like a big boy.”

jeongin smiles at looks at you. “we stopped by a toy store on our way back, and well, i couldn’t just not get the fox for him.”

“and the butterfly?” “they were having free face painting today.” “ah.”

"so what if it was mostly children getting their faces painted? it's not a crime to have fun, y/n."

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alotofpockets · 2 years

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A miracle | Natasha Romanoff

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Avenger!Reader

Request: If possible could you do some angst/fluff for Natasha Romanoff x Avenger Wife Reader where reader is pregnant with their first child and when Natasha and the Team has to go on mission reader goes into labor and almost dies from childbirth only to find out their child inherited Readers powers

Word count: 1760

Warnings: r has superpowers, r is pregnant, near death during childbirth (r and baby), emergency c-section, angst with happy ending.

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You were pregnant with your and Natasha’s first child. The two of you were extremely excited to be starting this journey together. You were currently 32 weeks pregnant and had stopped working. Of course, usually you get maternity leave when you’re 36 weeks pregnant but seeing as you’re a part of the Avengers, the team made sure that you were out of harm’s way as soon as possible. If it was up to your best friend Wanda she’d have had you sit out training and intel missions way sooner, but you convinced her 30 weeks was early enough.

Natasha has been great during the pregnancy. She’s always been amazing, but she really stepped up to help you with everything you needed, from food cravings to your chores around the compound. When Natasha was away on missions you relied on Wanda to do these things for you. Which Wanda happily did, she was like your sister. You grew up with her and Pietro back at Hydra where you got your powers, similar to Pietro you got superhuman speed and everything that came with it. At Hydra they had wanted to test out if the powers would work differently on the male and female body, turned out there were no differences.

The last two days Natasha had been away on an intel mission, nothing too major, just following people around seeing where they keep their data. You’re watching a movie on the couch with Wanda when a sharp pain in your stomach makes you scream out. Wanda is immediately by your side as well as Pietro who runs in a couple second later after hearing the scream. “What’s wrong?” They ask simultaneously. “I don’t know but it hurts.” You cry out.

“I’ll call Dr. Cho to get her to the infirmary, Pietro can you get y/n there?” Wanda says already dialing Dr. Cho’s number. Pietro nods and picks you up gently, trying his best to not cause you more pain. Once he has a good hold on you he sprints off. In the infirmary he places you gently on the bed. Your hands instantly grip the railing of the bed screaming out in pain again.

Dr. Cho comes rushing in the room with Wanda right behind her. She puts all kinds of monitors on you and around your stomach for the baby to figure out what is happening. The machines start beeping like crazy when another pain wave hits. Dr. Cho tries to read them, but the numbers change too quickly. You reach your hand out to Wanda, “Nat. I need Nat.” Tears running down your face as the pain hasn’t gone down one bit. “I’m on it.” She says giving your hand a quick squeeze.

Walking out the room Wanda dials Nat’s number. Natasha picks up the phone, “This better be urgent, I’m kind of busy here Maximoff.” After Natasha finishes her sentence she hears Wanda sniff on the other side of the line. Instantly she drops her annoyance and gets worried. “Nat, you need to come back quickly. Something is wrong with y/n and the baby. Dr. Cho is doing everything she can, but we don’t know what’s happening. You just need to be here soon, she needs you.”

Natasha takes a deep breath. “I’m on my way. Tell her I’ll be there soon.” With that she grabs her jacket and runs outside, not caring about her cover anymore. She jumps on her motorcycle and speeds back home.

“Pietro, I need you to go to the hospital and get an ultrasound machine, quickly.” Dr. Cho yells over the beeping. Pietro speeds out of the room as Wanda enters again. “Nat is one her way, she’ll be here soon.” You grip Wanda’s hand as another wave of excruciating pain hits you. Crying out as the pain keeps steady for a longer period of time. Once it settles again you manage to tell Dr. Cho between heavy breaths that it feels like your stomach is going to explode as each wave of pain hits.

Before Natasha walks into the room, she wipes her tears away, wanting to present strong to you. Though her strong front falters the second she steps in and hears you screaming out in pain. Her heart breaks at the sight of you. She rushes to your side. “Oh detka, I’m here. I am right here.”

Once your pain goes down a bit again Natasha gets up and walks towards Dr. Cho. “Helen, please tell me you can help them. What’s happening?” Dr. Cho places a hand on her shoulder, “I will do everything to try and help them, but so far I haven’t been able to figure out what’s wrong. Every time your wife has these excruciating pains her readings go off the charts and I lose the babies vitals. Pietro should be back soon with an ultrasound machine, I’m hoping to be able to see what’s happening then.”

Natasha moves back to your side and places a cold towel over your forehead after wiping the sweat away. The coldness of the towel feels nice, but of course doesn’t help much as a pain reliever. Dr. Cho said she can’t give any medicine until she knows what’s wrong, it would be safer for both you and the baby that way. For now, all she can give you is fluids to keep you hydrated.

Shortly after Pietro sprints into the room with the ultrasound machine. While Dr. Cho is setting it up another sharp pain hits you. Both Natasha and Wanda reach for one of your hands while Pietro helps Dr. Cho start up the machine so they can use it right away. Luckily with Pietro’s speed they have it working in no time and Dr. Cho can take a look at the baby with the transductor.

Everyone looks at the monitor with shocked expressions on their faces. Neither Natasha, Wanda or Pietro are by any means doctors, nor did they have much experience with reading ultrasounds, but even they could see that the baby was moving way too fast. Dr. Cho confirms their thoughts by saying, “Y/n and Natasha, it looks as if your baby has inherited y/n’s powers. And by the looks of it we need to get you to a hospital, every time you experience these pains your vitals and those from the baby seem to get worse. I’m sorry to tell you bluntly like this but you need to get a c-section as soon as possible or I’m not sure if you and the baby will make it.”

The decision to get you to the hospital was a quick one, everyone had their best interest in you and the baby surviving. With an ambulance on the way Natasha is quick to pack the last few things for your hospital bag, which luckily you had started per advice from the doctors.

Dr. Cho rode in the ambulance with you since she had experience with powered people and most ambulance and hospital personnel did not. Wanda teleports herself, Natasha, and Pietro to the emergency room where they wait for your arrival.

An hour after your arrival you’re back in the recovery room, besides being extremely tired your vitals have gone up and you’re getting stronger as well. Not only were you doing much better, so was the baby. You welcomed a baby boy into your family. Other than being on the small side since he was born premature he was a healthy baby. You named him Max, a reference to the Maximoff twins, since without them you would have never met Natasha and the rest of your chosen family.

You and the baby had to stay in the hospital for a couple of days. You for recovery and Max to get a bit stronger. Natasha stayed by your side throughout all four of the days. While Wanda and Pietro had gone back to the compound to get the team together to finish up the nursery and plan the baby shower for when you got back. It was an immense help since you hadn’t been prepared to have the baby eight weeks early.

When you brought baby Max home for the first time the living room was filled with both your friends and family, welcoming you home. The place was filled with banners saying, ‘Welcome home!’ and ‘It’s a boy!’. There was a cake with the first picture of the three of you had been printed on and a table full of presents.

After putting your bags down Pietro offered to hold his ‘little runner buddy’ so you and Natasha could properly greet everyone. Occasionally Pietro had to hold Max out since he was moving his legs at such a speed it was likely to hurt when the little feet would touch him. The superspeed made Max his arms and legs strong quickly, Dr. Cho guessed that Max would be crawling and then walking in no time. Which was scary and cool at the same time.

You had a great welcome home/baby shower party but had to excuse yourself from everyone. “Thank you so much for all of this. Please continue the celebration of our little guy, but I really have to take a nap. I haven’t had this much human interaction in a week.” You finish with a joke.

Max was fast asleep in Melina’s arms. She nods in Natasha’s direction, a silent ‘I’ve got the baby, go be with your wife.’ Natasha smiles at the gesture before she jogs up to you and places her hand on the small of your back. “Do you need anything before your nap, detka?” She asks while she places a kiss to your temple. “All I need is your cuddles.” You reply with a sleepy smile.

“Anything for my beautiful wife.” She says opening your bedroom door and inviting you in. You lay down on the bed, Natasha lays down next to you and pulls the cover up to cover the both of you. You were still very sore. The doctor had advised you to sleep on your left side, so that’s what you did. Natasha laid down as your big spoon and put a comforting arm around you.

You fell asleep in no time while Natasha took a bit longer, but she didn’t mind. She was just admiring you. She had always known you were strong, but the past couple of day you had really shown just how strong you really are. With a content sigh she falls asleep thinking of the amazing mom you are and will be.

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lostinwoso · 1 year

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Christmas Surprise (Mapi León x Reader)

A late Christmas fic, made from this request.

It’s the first training session in December, so the main topic in the locker room today is what everyone has planned for Christmas. Since you and Mapi haven’t talked about that topic yet, you try to dodge those questions as good as you can, knowing that it’s something you should probably talk about with your girlfriend in private first.

You and Mapi started dating thanks to a kiss at the last New Year's Eve party that the team held together, which is why the topic of celebrating Christmas hasn’t come up before.

Your girlfriend noticed your silence during the conversation in the locker room, so as soon as training was done and you two are now on the way back to her apartment, she decides to bring the topic up, “So, what is the plan for Christmas? Are we going to celebrate together?”.

“I was planning on going home for Christmas? I never missed a Christmas at home, it’s like a tradition for me to go home for it.”, you admit, hoping that Mapi won’t be upset or mad at you for not mentioning it earlier.

“That’s alright.”.

“It is?”.

“Of course, why wouldn’t it be?”.

“I don’t know, I thought you might be upset about me telling you so late.”, you admit.

Mapi places her hand on your thigh, “Mi corazón, it’s literally the beginning of December, so you are totally not late. And I understand that you want to celebrate it at home, of course Christmas is not going to be as much fun without you, but it’s fine. We can have our own little celebration when you are back.”, she reassures you.

“Thank you for being so understanding, te amo.”.

“Yo también te amo.”.

___

The next few weeks leading up to Christmas you two went through a couple of different stores, trying to find the perfect gifts for each of your respective family members to give.

After getting the last gift for one of Mapi’s cousins, you two decided to end the shopping trip with a stop at your both favorite café.

“I’m so happy we finally got gifts for everyone, this was more exhausting than I expected it to be.”, your girlfriend huffs out before taking a sip from the coffee she ordered.

“I agree.”, you reply, just as happy that the whole Christmas shopping stress is finally over.

“I was thinking we could wrap the presents together, the day before you leave, we could order some food after and watch some movies.”, Mapi suggests.

“That sounds great.”, you say, making Mapi smile.

You both finished your warm drinks, already on the way to the defender's car, when a thought comes up in your mind, “Wait, do we have enough wrapping paper for all the gifts?”.

Mapi comes to a stop at your question, thinking about it for a moment before she lets out a groan and takes your hand to walk back to one of the many busy stores in the city to get the wrapping paper you two would need.

___

Just as planned, you two are now sitting in the middle of Mapi’s living room, on the floor, to wrap all the presents you bought over the December weeks.

“Why does yours look so much better than mine?”, your girlfriend whines, glancing between your neatly wrapped gift before her eyes settle back to the messy attempt in front of her.

You can’t stop the chuckle that leaves you, when you see how she tried to wrap the gift, making her pout, “You are using the wrong technique.”.

“Show me?”.

After showing her the easiest way to wrap a present up, the first few still looked a bit crooked but still way better than before, before she really got the hang of it. Wrapping the presents up was faster done than you two expected with the amount you two bought for your families, but the light music in the background and the little break where Mapi’s cats decided to join in the fun and started to play with the gift ribbon, made the time fly by.

You two were placing the presents into bags, when the doorbell rings, meaning that the food you ordered arrived, “I’ll go.”, you say, grabbing your wallet on the way to the door to tip the delivery person. While you were getting the food, Mapi continued to pack both your gifts in the respective bags.

So with that out of the way, you both took the food and got comfortable on the couch, ready to end the evening with some nice movies.

During the second movie, you notice your girlfriend checking her phone with a huge smile on her face, “What got you smiling like that?”.

“That’s a surprise.”, the defender answers, turning her phone off with a cheeky smile before pulling you into her embrace.

“A good surprise?”.

“I would say so, yea.”.

You tried to pry some info out of your girlfriend about the ‘surprise’ she seems to have planned, but no matter what you tried to get her to open up, nothing seemed to work. So after a few failed attempts, you decided to give up and just enjoy the night before you would split for the next few days.

The next morning, Mapi and you said your goodbyes, with your girlfriend acting a little more dramatic than it really is, before you made your way home for Christmas.

What you don’t know is that as soon as you left, Mapi started to get ready for the surprise she had planned. The defender grabbed the bag of gifts and made her own way to her family, but unlike you, she would already celebrate the holiday as soon as she arrived.

She managed to convince her family to hold an early Christmas celebration, so she could visit you at your home, wanting to spend the day together with the person she loves.

___

The morning of Christmas, you and your family had a big breakfast together before it was time to move onto the presents. As you started to place the gifts you brought under the tree, you noticed that one was missing. Confused, you counted every single one you had already taken out, but no matter how often you counted, one was still missing.

After checking if it might have ended up falling out and is somewhere in your old childhood room, only to end with nothing again, you started to get upset. It was the present for your mother, one you knew she wanted for a long time.

“What’s wrong?”, your mother asks you, when she notices how defeated you look after coming back down the stairs.

“I forgot your present at Mapi’s place.”, you admit, letting yourself fall into the empty space on the couch next to her.

“But that’s alright, you can just give it to me next time.”, she tries to reassure you.

“But that’s not the same.”.

Before your mother can speak up again, the rest of your family comes into the living room, ready to open up the gifts, when suddenly the doorbell rings. Confused, you look around the room to see if anyone is missing, but no one is. What you don’t notice is that you seem to be the only one confused by the interruption.

“Can you go?”, your mother asks you.

“Do I have to? I’m really not in the mood.”, you state, but the look she sends you leaves no room for discussion, so you stand up to make your way to the door and open it.

“Hello?”, you greet while opening, but when you see your girlfriend standing there you are at a loss for words, definitely not having her expected to be here.

Your girlfriend starts to smile at your reaction before holding up her hand, “I think you forgot something.”.

Looking at her hand, you see her holding the present for your mother, “I- what?”, you stammer out confused while taking the gift out of her hand.

You glance between her and the gift a few times before you really realize that she is truly there, standing in front of you, but as soon as the realization comes, you pull her into a tight hug, “What are you doing here?”.

“That’s your surprise, plus you forgot the present.”, she replies, holding you just as tight.

“Best surprise ever, and thank you.”.

After holding onto each other for a moment longer, you two go back inside to join your family, who were waiting for you to come back to open the presents. The upset expression you held before is now completely replaced by happiness, thanks to your girlfriend's surprise.

#woso x reader #woso imagines #woso imagine #mapi leon imagines #mapi leon x reader #mapi leon imagine #espwnt x reader

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bloody-bee-tea · 7 months

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BeeTober 2023 Day 10 - Agreement

Albedo is in the middle of an experiment when Kaeya comes into the lab. He hasn’t been here often, so of course he immediately has all of Albedo’s attention.

It’s not as if they are friends, really, but they are friendly enough with each other that Albedo doesn’t immediately suspect work as the sole reason for Kaeya to come here. They’ve talked about private things before—hardly unavoidable with both their histories—and they shared lunch once or twice.

They are on a good way to be friends and so Albedo gives Kaeya a smile when he steps more firmly into the room.

Kaeya’s face tells him that this is not a completely friendly visit, though. And Albedo is proven right when Kaeya speaks.

“Can we talk for a moment?” he asks and his eyes dart to Sucrose, who pretends to the best of her abilities to not be there. “In private?”

“Sure,” Albedo says with a frown. “Your office?”

“Perfect,” Kaeya shortly says and walks right back out, not even waiting for Albedo to catch up to him.

“I’ll be back in a moment,” Albedo tells Sucrose, who almost spills the fluid she’s using in her own experiment at being addressed directly.

“Alright,” she whispers out and Albedo knows that she wants to offer to leave, so they can talk here, but that’s hardly necessary, when Kaeya’s office is two doors down and definitely empty.

Kaeya is already waiting for him when Albedo closes the door behind him and he turns towards him with a raised eyebrow.

“What did you want to talk about?”

“Listen, this might sound strange but we’ve been getting close, right?” Kaeya asks and Albedo nods, because they have.

They are on their best way to be good friends, Albedo guesses and he likes that thought. He doesn’t have many friends. Or any, really.

“Okay, so—” Kaeya takes a deep breath before he goes on, “You’re not allowed to fall in love with me.”

At that Albedo blinks.

“Excuse me?”

“Like I said, it must sound strange to you, but you’re not allowed to, alright. We can be close-ish and all and we can even be friends, but you cannot fall in love with me. Are we in agreement about that?”

“Where is this coming from?” Albedo asks because not once did he think of Kaeya like that before.

Did he overstep somehow? Human interactions are still sometimes strange to him, so it’s entirely possible but he thought Kaeya would tell him directly if that were the case.

This feels different.

“It doesn’t matter,” Kaeya dismissively says. “Just, agree and we can move on, alright?”

“No, not alright,” Albedo snaps out. “You’re not going to dictate what I can and can’t feel. I’m here to grow and experiencing human emotions in all their entirety is a part of that. I will not allow you to decide who I can fall in love with.”

“Albedo—” Kaeya starts but now Albedo is mad that Kaeya even thought he would agree to this.

“No. What brought this on?” Albedo crosses his arms in front of his chest, and since he’s still positioned close to the door it’s not as if Kaeya could simply leave to avoid the conversation even though that clearly is what he’d like to do.

Albedo thinks that if he wants to leave so badly, he’ll need to jump out of the window. He wouldn’t put it past Kaeya but he still doesn’t move.

“Nothing,” Kaeya quickly says and Albedo gives him an unimpressed look.

“If you make a request that unreasonable you better have a good reason for it,” Albedo tells him and he’s content to wait him out until the truth spills out of Kaeya.

Kaeya might be good at getting information out of people by flirting and lowering their inhibitions but Albedo learned that most people are uncomfortable with prolonged silences and will simply tell him what he wants to know so they can leave.

It might not be the most refined technique but it usually works.

Just like today.

“It doesn’t matter,” Kaeya mutters, much sooner than Albedo expected him to if he’s being honest.

“If you are jumping to conclusions about my feelings and trying to dissuade me from something that hasn’t even happened yet it clearly does. So maybe try again.”

Kaeya lets out a harsh breath before he turns away from Albedo. He moves closer to the window, and Albedo is almost on the move, trying to stop him from throwing himself out of it but Kaeya simply stares out of the window.

“It’s just—” It seems as if Kaeya has some trouble finding the words for this but Albedo is still content to wait him out, let him sort through his thoughts so he can explain this in a way that will make sense to Albedo.

Not that he thinks there is a way to make Kaeya’s unreasonable request reasonable, but it can’t hurt to let Kaeya try. And Albedo has to admit that by now he’s quite curious, too.

“The people I care for, they get hurt or die, one way or another,” Kaeya whispers and Albedo doesn’t know his entire backstory, but he knows enough to understand where he’s coming from. “That shouldn’t happen to you.”

It’s—an odd consideration Kaeya shows him here, that much Albedo will admit, but there’s a fundamental flaw in his logic.

“To be quite frank, that sounds like a you problem, though,” Albedo says, and he does feel a little bad when Kaeya flinches. “You make it sound as if the people you care for suffer that fate, not the other way round. So shouldn’t you promise me that you’re not going to fall in love with me?”

Albedo thinks maybe the words he said were too harsh when he sees how Kaeya’s face falls, when he sees the desperation take over but he doesn’t know how to take them back.

Isn’t even sure if he really wants to, because when they get down to it, when they follow Kaeya’s logic on this, they are still true.

Kaeya doesn’t say anything though and in the end Albedo sighs.

“Listen, Kaeya, I don’t care. Fate is not a thing I put much trust in, so agree to disagree on this, alright? We can forget about this too, if you’d rather have that.”

“You’ll regret this,” Kaeya whispers, still without turning back to him but Albedo simply shrugs.

“Maybe I will, maybe I won’t. Only time will tell.”

“How can you be so—nonchalant about something like that?” Kaeya wants to know and he sounds envious though Albedo is sure that he won’t like the answer Albedo has for him.

The only reason he can be this nonchalant about potential doom is because nothing bad happened to him yet; he doesn’t know how much it hurts or how thoroughly something can destroy a life. It’s clear that Kaeya does, though, so of course he’d try anything to avoid going through something similar.

“I don’t know,” Albedo lies to him because he thinks it might be the kinder option. “I’ll go back to my experiment now, if there’s nothing else?”

Kaeya stays stubbornly quiet at that and so Albedo takes his leave for now.

There’s much to think about, but he will make sure to find Kaeya for lunch tomorrow. Albedo is not going to let some potential disaster destroy something he enjoys.

~*~*~

Albedo waits until they made their way to Windrise, Klee running through the water and laughing her adorable, slightly worrying laugh before he turns to Kaeya.

“Can I say something?” Albedo asks, and grins when Kaeya barely spares him a glance, too focused on making sure that Klee is safe.

“Sure,” he distractedly gives back. “Hey, Klee, careful! Stay in our sight, alright?”

“Alright, big brother Kaeya!” she screams back and then prompts disappears behind some hill.

“This girl, honestly,” Kaeya mutters as he gets up. “One moment, okay, I’m just going to make sure she’s alright.”

“Sure,” Albedo gives back, trying to hide his amusement, because this is simply proving the point he’s going to make to Kaeya.

He watches fondly how Kaeya runs after her and then promptly gets roped into some game Klee came up with on the spot. It will be a while until Kaeya comes back, Albedo knows that from experience, so he concentrates on the canvas he has in front of him.

A picture of Kaeya and Klee seems like the only viable option this afternoon and even though he can draw them both from memory, Albedo leans around his canvas from time to time, simply to watch them.

Both Kaeya and Klee are soaked from head to toe and Albedo wonders not for the first time how her bombs still work even when they are wet. He’ll have to ask her about it one day, he decides and then promptly gets distracted when Klee slips and falls into the water, making Kaeya laugh so hard that he falls in right after her.

Children, the both of them, Albedo thinks, with so much love that sometimes he wonders where he stores it all inside himself.

Kaeya only comes back to him when Klee has tired herself out and she’s already half asleep on his hip by the time he makes it to their blanket.

“Sorry,” Kaeya sheepishly says, clearly remembering that Albedo wanted to talk about something but he still takes the time to gently lay her down and cover her with a second blanket they brought, for exactly this case.

It’s not the first time Kaeya tucked her in like that—far from it actually—but Albedo still doesn’t tire of seeing him be so soft and gentle with her.

“Okay, now. What did you want to talk about?” Kaeya finally asks as he gives Albedo his complete attention and it’s a testament to their relationship that Kaeya doesn’t even seem worried.

“Listen, I can’t help but to think,” Albedo starts and knows it was the complete wrong approach when Kaeya gives him a cheeky smile.

“Oh, that’s always dangerous,” he teases him and he looks so radiant in his happiness that Albedo wants to kiss him.

Maybe he’ll even be allowed soon.

“You love Klee,” Albedo says and he doesn’t even phrase it as a question because even a blind man can see how Kaeya adores the little girl.

“I do,” Kaeya says, his face softening as he looks over to her.

“And she loves you, too,” Albedo says, because that, too, is more than obvious.

“It would seem that way, yes.” He looks back at Albedo, now a frown on his face. “Is this what you wanted to talk about?”

“Remember that talk we had, where you told me not to fall in love with you?” Albedo asks him and he can pinpoint the exact moment Kaeya remembers, because his face closes off.

“What about it?”

“I told you then, that it’s a you problem, right? And you already love Klee, so you definitely have to fight fate should it come knocking on your door with some calamity.”

“Klee is not going to get hurt,” Kaeya rushes out as if Albedo could be worried about that.

He knows that Kaeya would rather kill himself than let anything happen to her.

“I know that. You clearly know it, too, because you’re going to protect her.”

“Of course I will.”

“Okay, then,” Albedo says with a nod and now comes the part that has his heart beating faster in his own chest.

He doesn’t think he read all of this wrong, but a last bit of doubt is left nonetheless.

“Then what stops you from loving me, too, if you already have to fight fate for Klee? What’s one more person, right?”

Kaeya stares at him, his mouth slightly open and Albedo goes on.

“I didn’t agree to your stupid proposal back then, if you remember, and these days I find that I’m glad about that.”

“Albedo—”

“Because I did fall in love with you. I’m pretty sure that agreement wouldn’t have stopped me from doing that anyway, but at least like this I don’t have to feel guilty about it.”

“Would you stop talking?” Kaeya finally gets out and Albedo is surprised to see a faint blush on his cheeks.

He didn’t know Kaeya could blush.

“Why? Do you not like what you’re hearing?”

“How can you just say it like that?” Kaeya wants to know, his voice strangled as he buries his face in his hands.

“Why shouldn’t I if it’s true?”

“By the Seven, petal, you’re killing me.”

The nickname is new, and it makes Albedo smile.

“That’s not my intention,” he honestly says, and for some reason that makes Kaeya chuckle.

“I wouldn’t just fight fate for you,” Kaeya finally admits and moves his hands off his face. “I would fight the Seven as well.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Kaeya whispers and reaches out to take Albedo’s hand in his. “I’m in love with you, too, you know?”

“Yeah, thought so,” Albedo cheekily gives back, even though his heart is threatening to beat right out of his chest with happiness and it only gets worse when Kaeya laughs at that.

“You’re insufferable. You were back then, too.”

“Must be a good quality of mine, then, if you still fell for me.”

“One of the ones I like best. Just like all other qualities of yours,” Kaeya immediately replies and he seems so earnest about it that now it’s Albedo’s turn to blush.

“Okay but for real,” he says as he tries to get himself back under control. “You know nothing bad is going to happen to me or Klee just because you love us, right?” he can’t help but to ask because this has bothered him ever since Kaeya came to him with that stupid proposal.

“We’ll see,” Kaeya noncommittally says and Albedo squeezes his hand because he can see the worry in his eye.

“We’re not helpless. We can take care of ourselves and we have you to take care of us, too. We’ll be perfectly safe. I promise. And I still don’t think much of fate, so I doubt we have anything to worry over.”

“Now you’re just tempting fate,” Kaeya moans out and then tugs on Albedo’s hand to pull him close. “Promise me, petal, if you ever think that being with me is hurting you or Klee, you’ll leave.”

Albedo doesn’t like this, because Kaeya still thinks so badly about himself, but it’s something he can agree wholeheartedly to since in his mind, as long as Kaeya is not actively attacking them, there isn’t anything to worry about.

“That is a proposal I can agree to,” Albedo says and presses a kiss to Kaeya’s chin. “Because it will never come to that.”

“Okay,” Kaeya whispers and Albedo knows how much it means that he decides to trust Albedo on this. “Now, here’s one more proposal,” he then says with a suggestive eyebrow waggle and Albedo blinks at him.

“Kaeya, no!” he rushes out because he cannot mean what Albedo thinks he means. It’s way too early for marriage!

Kaeya bursts into laughter, clearly enjoying the shock on Albedo’s face and he topples them both over on the blanket, arranging Albedo to his liking until they are facing each other.

“A little bit early for that, petal,” Kaeya whispers into the scant space between them. “I was about to propose we go to my place afterwards, so I can make you two dinner.”

“You’re the worst,” Albedo complaints but he scoots closer until he can steal a kiss for himself before he rests their foreheads together. “But I agree.”

“Mh,” Kaeya hums and slings his arms around Albedo. “You better sound more enthusiastic when I propose for real,” he mumbles with his eyes closed as if it’s already a given that that is going to happen one day and Albedo wonders just how much he really believes that he’s going to hurt them if he already thinks this far.

Or maybe, he simply trusts Albedo enough to believe him when he says there’s nothing to worry about.

“I will be,” Albedo promises him and then closes his eyes, too.

It’s an agreement Albedo can get behind and it’s not long before they both fall asleep, a smile on their faces and thoughts of their future in their dreams.

#bt writes #beetober23 #genshin impact #kaebedo #albedo #kaeya #klee #found family #fate #hurt/comfort #getting together #love confessions

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iguessitsjustme · 16 days

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Deep Night Ep 3 Thoughts

Like I said, no self control. And things on my street seemed to have quieted down…for now. I am starting to get sleepy so let’s see how rambly I get. Time for Deep Night 3: A Case of the Sleepies:

I cannot believe it took only 3 seconds after typing that for a car playing the strangest music to drive by. Its still here. Stopped by the light. I have questions. Are they summoning an alien? Are they a forgotten deity trying to regain their lost power? What’s going on with that music?

I want Pan and Seiji to kiss SO BAD.

Why are there no boys in cages actually?

The vocals in this opening are keeping me from skipping it and that is truly impressive. I have been kindly informed me this OST is by Fellow Fellow and now I have a new obsession.

Hear me out. Deep Night but women hosts. Wearing beautiful gowns. Still all of the clients are women. Do you see it? Do you see my vision?

This show is surprisingly wholesome?? This is not computing in my brain. I don’t know why I was expecting to be so toxic but I am LIVING for these two sweeties. I hope nothing bad happens

AH THE HANDS

Now wait a minute. Who is driving that car?

Awww Pan.

*drinks sparkling cider from the bottle* I’m feeling completely sane about all of this. I don’t feel an all encompassing need to give Pan a hug. Definitely not.

Okay I give Seiji a hug too. He gets a hug. They both get a hug.

In fact, I tuck them both into bed. I get them a cup of cocoa and read them a bed time story. Then I place a gentle kiss on their foreheads and whisper sweet dreams before leaving them a good night’s rest. They sleep while I hit on Khem’s mom.

THAT IS TOO MANY CANDLES. WHAT IS SUPPORTING THOSE CANDLES? WHO LIT THOSE CANDLES? WHO IS GOING TO PUT OUT ALL OF THOSE CANDLES. THAT IS A FIRE HAZARD I AM STRESSED BEYOND BELIEF.

LIKE LOOK AT THIS. THIS IS AN EXCESSIVE AMOUNT OF CANDLES. I GET IT. YOU’RE ROMANTIC. BLOW THOSE OUT.

Oooohhh telling Wela about his mom already. I love this. Would love it more if they weren’t surrounded by all those damn candles let me tell ya.

Oh a blindfold. Why hasn’t this happened so much more often in BL?

Ohhhhh drama. Why tf are cops at the club?

Literally obsessed with Seiji’s outfit. Actually I think I have an outfit similar enough. I could reasonably cosplay that man.

Listen. Listen. That meme. Seiji’s got two hands (I do know how this ends and they are why I am watching to be clear)

These two are impossibly cute. Absolutely entirely impossibly cute.

The song during this scene with Seiji and Ken pretending to be a BL couple makes me feel like I’m watching a Disney Channel original movie from the early 2000s.

Mr. DJ man with the wisdom. He is speaking from experience. I should learn his name.

I give these subtitles a C+. They’re doing their best but there are some…issues.

The jealousy I actually don’t mind here. I think they’re playing this out well. I mean, of course Khem’s jealous. And of course Wela is worried about it.

What is this? COMMUNICATION? In MY BL? I think I might actually sob I love this.

The music during this make out session has me feeling some type of way. I don’t know if its making me nervous or not.

See. The thing is. I desperately want to watch episode 4. But I am sleepy. And I work tomorrow. And I need to take a shower and wash my hair. So I need to stop. Which is incredibly rude. I need a three day weekend I think cause I cannot go on like this. So I will continue this liveblog another night. Perhaps tomorrow. Perhaps next weekend. It will happen when it happens.

#deep night #deep night the series #deep night series #rae liveblogs deep night #please tell me i'm not the only one in love with khem's mom #freya owns my entire soul right now

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the-salem-devil · 2 years

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Maybe an Edric nsfw alphabet, if you're still taking requests? 👀

EDRIC X READER [NSFW HEADCANNONS]

Of course honey, sorry for the wait! I’ve got a Edric Dating hc’s lined up so keep a watch out for that if you’re interested!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He tries, he really does, but with his forgetfulness and himbo like nature he tends to not really know what you might need, and doesn’t have many supplies on hand but he will get whatever he can.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favourite on himself is probably his face, he’s always been told he’s had a charming smile or beautiful eyes so he has grown a liking to his entire face.

Favourite part of you? He loves everything about you but he loves your hair a lot, not just sexually but in general, brushing it and curling his fingers into it always makes him smile, and if you’re into gentle hair pulling he defiantly likes it.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He’s so messy, I know this probably isn’t what this meant but I have to say it, he gets it everywhere, he doesn’t usually come inside of you so it sprays all over the sheets and you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He secretly likes when you tease him back, he’s not into degrading but give him a well-intentioned jab back and he’ll melt.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Moderate experience, not as much as Emira but more than Amity, he hasn’t fooled around with a lot of people but he has had past partners.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doesn’t really have one, but he does enjoy when you sit on top of him, he likes putting his hands on your hips but usually just sticks to the plain ol’ pin you down.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

It depends, on normal occasions he’ll be pretty goofy, still taking it somewhat serious but not afraid to crack a joke if the mood fits it, but on some days where he feels like his sibling aren’t listening or respecting him he’ll want more serious and romantic.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

A little hair, he doesn’t go crazy with shaving but sometimes it grows a bit, you saw his moustache didn’t you?

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’ll always make sure your happy and comfortable, and he’ll always make sure to let you know how much he loves you, but he does like to tease you a little with his words and that isn’t super romantic Edric.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Not often, sometimes if he’s feeling a little needy and you’re not around, but usually doesn’t feel that way unless you’re around.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He has a praise kink, he feels insecure about his real appearance so you complimenting him and telling him how handsome he is when the concealment stone is off really gets him going.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Usually his bedroom or the couch, but he’s willing to go somewhere more risqué, like in a public bathroom or something but isn’t about to do it where someone will %100 catch you.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Most of the time it just comes on randomly, but he does waggle his eyebrows at you when you start teasing him back, he just loves your friendly making fun of each other sessions.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Pain play, he loves you and wants you to feel good, not bad, and that includes your feelings so he wouldn’t degrade you or anything, usually doing the exact opposite.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He likes both, but he would be lying if he said hearing the noises you make while he gives to you doesn’t do something to him, I’ve already mentioned his past relationships so his skill probably would be normal.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on his mood, wouldn’t be rough but generally pretty speedy, but on days where he wants something serious and romantic he’ll lower to pace and switch to something slower and more intimate

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He’s down to clown, if you are of course, quickies wouldn’t be more often than not but do occur sometimes if you can find a spot private enough to do the damn do.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He wouldn’t want to experiment much on his own, but is totally down to try something if you want that, and he defiantly wouldn’t do something without asking permission or talking about it before.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

One or two, he doesn’t have a lot of stamina and he doesn’t last that long, he never has.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Wouldn’t own many, he’d have some vibes from previous partner but doesn’t buy many, would use whatever you have yourself anytime you ask though.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

With his words? Defiantly, but edging? Defiantly not. Not just because he’s impatient himself but he doesn’t like to keep his lover waiting long, I mean, you both want it so why bother waiting?

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Aside from the mass amounts of talking, he progressively gets louder as he gets closer, usually grunts or small moans, he starts pretty quiet but can get to a louder, but not abnormally loud, moan before he finishes.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Sometimes, very rarely, he’ll enjoy a little roleplay, he likes to be taken seriously and after a day of disrespect from his twin sister he’d appreciate a roleplay where he’s in a serious role, and thus being treated like it.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Bigger than average, by a small amount, but still bigger than most dudes and dudettes his age.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Regular, though he can always get in the mood if you are, he just needs the right things to rile him up first and he can usually find it on your body.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Almost immediately, he’ll make a effort to stay awake until you fall asleep but he’s so tired he’ll just clock out after he finishes taking care of you.

#Edric blight #the owl house #toh edric #edric blight #toh edric x reader #edric blight x reader #edric x reader headcannons #edric blight headcannons

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vendetta-if · 2 years

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Hello, Author. Hope you're having a great week. Anyway, I've seen the "childhood pregnancy" reactions. Now I'm curious about the reactions IF the MC and Ash are pregnant for real (married or not). Hope it's not a lot to ask.

First of all, yes, the ROs want children (but wouldn’t force MC to have one if they don’t want to)😄 Some will want to have children more than the others, especially Rin and Skylar. Ash would be more than happy to have one with MC as well while Santana wouldn’t mind.

Ash

Would be surprised, excited, and anxious all at the same time 😂 They would be excited to have a ‘tiny MC’ running around the house but then they also worry about being a parent. What if they’re not ready? What if they’ll do something wrong while raising their child? Maybe they should start researching and reading articles and watch videos. If only their mom or Viktor is still alive, they would just go to them and bombard them with questions and all of their worries 😔 Would be really protective of their kid and spoil them a lot. So, when Ash’s kid tell their peer that “My dad/mom can beat your dad/mom!” They better believe it as a fact and not take it as a challenge! 🤣

Rin

Very happy, satisfied, and proud. If their marriage to MC hasn’t bound their two families tighter than they already were, then their child with MC will make sure of that. Of course, that’s not all.

They would also secretly be really hyped to play and teach their child about things they found interesting at their age. They would start asking their mother questions on how she used to raise them and start collecting some of the children’s books that they used to read. Would be willing to sit through all those youtube kids shows and annoying songs repeatedly for their child 😂 They would also probably often ask their kids questions like, “Is there something new you learn today?” And all that type of stuff. Would also be spoiling their kid, buying them everything they want.

Santana

Would be happy, but instantly filled with worry, mostly about whether they will be able to provide for MC and their kid with their shitty job in the police force that’s going nowhere. Sure, MC’s side of the family is filthy rich, but they don’t want to rely and ask for money from them too often! They have some dignity.

Also, they might not be able to spend much time with their kid if they keep getting overworked. Maybe it’s time to change career now? Would totally be… the most normal parents out of all the ROs? Idk how to describe it 😂 Like attentive, caring, but can also be strict when needed.

Skylar

Elated and enthusiastic! Would start researching names immediately, renovating a room for the baby, going to the baby stores to buy some clothes and other stuff that a baby needs. Never mind that it will probably be months until the baby is due 😆 Would totally be that type of parent that will want to bring their kid on a road trip and go hiking and camping in the national parks! Would also totally spoil their kid 🥰

As for the ROs’ reactions if it turns out to just be a joke/prank:

Ash

Would pout disappointedly. And then shyly ask MC: “U-uh would you want one, then?” Their face beet red and their temperature skyrocketing. 😳

Rin

Cock their eyebrow in an unimpressed manner before clicking their tongue. But then immediately their face shifts into a naughty smirk, “How about we make one now then, MC?” 😏

Santana

Frown in confusion before actually settling on relief. The prank has actually made them start thinking about their career and future and that if they want to start providing for MC and their children in the future comfortably while still have time to spend with them, they will have to start looking for other job or career. They still have time to do that. Good.

Skylar

“What a mean joke, MC! You really had my hopes up for a second there!” They gasp and then pout. “Don’t you want to have one with me, MC? Please…🥺 I want one. Let’s make one, now, if you want MC 😍”

And sorry, I’m not really comfortable with answering the last question about how the ROs would feel if the baby isn’t theirs.

#asks #anon ask #if: vendetta #full cast ros #ro reactions #ro: ash #ro: rin #ro: santana #ro: skylar #if game #if wip #dashingdon #choicescript

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lolabangtan · 2 years

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03 | matchmaking, maybe

Namjoon suddenly drops by the office. It’s partly great because you really need something to distract you from the weird pangs Kim Taehyung gives you; but it’s partly awful because he was clearly expecting to see someone else.

index • previous • next

Word count: 6k

Warnings: mention of infidelity.

# reader and her messed up feelings lmao, JOONIE IS A CUTIE!!!, misunderstandings but in a cute way :) for real Tae gets it all wrong, Super Mr Chairman Kim makes an appearance!! more names i’m sorry.

Another day, another slay, you think to yourself as you wait for the vending machine to spit out the can of coke.

Your boss could be like any normal, workaholic C-level executive and have a half-addiction, half-necessity relationship with coffee – which doesn’t require you to cross the entire level since there’s a coffee machine right next to your desk – but no, of course, he had to fucking find it ‘too bitter’.

Please, read those words with a mocking voice.

‘I want to be a good boss’, my ass.

Besides, when did you turn so old that hangovers linger for this long? The after-work dinner was two days ago and you’re still struggling to move without feeling like you’re going to throw up.

Finally, with some struggle, you get the can, and you grab it just to quickly turn around and go back.

In moments like this, when you have nothing to do but walk back, you remember the conversation you had with Kim Taehyung the other night. He hasn’t mentioned it, so you won’t either, but the feeling of closeness and intimacy that sparkled between the two of you has started to upset you. Or rather, the thought of it; when you look at him and remember, the feeling is much more tender.

You shake your head, trying to get rid of such thoughts.

President Kim was drunk, you were drunk, and he decided to pour his latest concerns onto his poor employee. You were as unfortunate as to be there to listen to them and realise you felt the same about your real job.

You knock on the door.

“Come in.”

Taehyung is alone this time, sitting in front of his computer and typing something. You walk up to his desk and leave the coke as well as the glass, and you notice his annoying pair of eyes staring up at you in silence, like they always do.

“What took you so long?” he finally asks.

You fight a frown and stare down at him; is he for real? But it doesn’t look like Taehyung is asking out of malice.

“Uh, the only vending machines are all on the other side of the floor, sir,” you murmur, “and the cafeteria on the ground level doesn’t open until eleven.”

The poor man looks mortified out of a sudden. “Oh, I— I’m sorry, I didn’t know. I’ll get a large bottle on my way home next time. Sorry I made you waste your time like that.” And, ugh, you also hate that you’re so weak against those puppy eyes. Why does he have to have eyes, anyways? He should cover them. “I’ll let you get back to work, then.”

“I didn’t mind, it’s a nice walk. The views of the Han are very nice from there,” you say.

Taehyung smiles a bit too sweetly.

“Yes, they are.”

After a couple of seconds of awkward, silent staring – from both parts this time – you nod a second time and turn to leave. It’s only when you’re about to walk out that he calls for you:

“Uh, Ms Shin?”

You turn around. “Yes?”

“I know I already asked you the other night,” he murmurs, and you notice he looks smaller than usual— cuter, “but please feel free to point out any absurd requests like this. I don’t know they’re silly most times.”

“Of course.” You nod again. “Is that all, sir?”

“Uh, yes…”

Then you smile as politely as you can and finally walk out. There’s an anxiously weird knot in your chest, like a heavyweight, something you can’t get rid of breathing deeply. Your cheeks feel hot, and so does the rest of your body. Like a tight hand around your neck, you gasp softly for air as soon as you’re back at your desk.

That’s when you notice someone sitting on one of the chairs displayed in front of Kim’s office. They get up and—

Shit.

Shit, shit, shit, shit. Fucking shit.

Honestly, it doesn’t matter how many times Miyeon has made fun of you for wearing sunglasses and a mask at Delta. Or how much Jungkook would laugh at you, saying you look like the Invisible Man. Or the way Seokjin and Yuna would tease you asking you to spy on someone – because it has turned out to be totally worth it.

Kim Namjoon, Mr Jeon’s Operations Officer, stands in front of you, eerily quiet. A small package rests in his tight grip.

“Uh, Ms Shin?” The sound of your fake name as Taehyung calls for you only deepens his frown. “I forgot— ah, hyung, what are you doing here? I wasn’t expecting you.”

Namjoon finally peels his eyes off you to look at your boss. “Um, I came to see…”

“Ms Shin? Ah, of course, I heard it was you who recommended her to my mother. It’s very kind of you to come check on her.”

“Certainly,” you say with a weak voice.

Although still confused, Namjoon fidgets a bit and eventually hands you the package with a clumsy, jerky movement. You’re shocked enough to take it without a second thought, and he babbles some kind of explanation.

“It’s Chinese tea— to celebrate your first… two weeks in the company,” he says then, looking miserable.

“Do you know each other?”

“N-not in person,” Namjoon rushes to reply, “until now, of course.”

He knows, and you know he knows. If he was the one to recommend ‘you’ to Mrs Kim, he probably expected to see Miyeon sitting here, not you. And now he’ll go off to rat her out to her father, your grandmother will find out, and you’ll go to jail for identity fraud. Well, maybe you won’t go to jail – maybe she’ll doom you to an even worse fate and snatch you up and out of the family company forever.

“Why don’t you come in?” Taehyung steps away from the door to his office to let Namjoon in and looks at you. “I forgot to ask you, do you have the reports I requested, Ms Shin?”

“I already sent them to your email, sir.”

“Thank you.”

You snap out your phone as soon as they’re gone into the room and open your latest chat.

[Tuesday, 9:17 AM] You: I’m SO gonna to kill you.

[Tuesday, 9:17 AM] You: I’M GONNA KILL YOU SO BAD.

[Tuesday, 9:21 AM] Miyeonie<3: Jesus Christ if this is about your Hermès leather jacket I swear it was an ACCIDENT.

A beeping sound reclaims your attention, and you reply to a bunch of emails before typing a reply; it works because, if you had texted back right away, maybe you wouldn’t be friends anymore.

[Tuesday, 9:28 AM] You: I’m going to put aside the fact that it was you who barfed on my jacket.

[Tuesday, 9:30 AM] You: Why didn’t you tell me it was Kim Namjoon who helped your father get you this job? Because he just dropped by, and I’m pretty sure he was expecting to see someone else.

[Tuesday, 9:30 AM] You: And by someone else I mean you.

[Tuesday, 9:31 AM] You: In case it wasn’t clear.

As you wait for a response, you nervously check your dashboard, hoping to get anything to entertain yourself with. But anxiety rushes through your veins like a pumped-up drug, making you sweat in a very pig-lish way… Come on! It can’t be that hard to reply to one fucking text! She isn’t even working!

AH.

[Tuesday, 9:35 AM] Miyeonie<3: What.

That’s… that’s it? An eternity to reply, and that’s all the answer your brainless slug of a friend can come up with?

You stare at the screen like an idiot, thumbs immobile.

[Tuesday, 9:39 AM] Miyeonie<3: I SWEAR I had no idea it was him.

[Tuesday, 9:39 AM] Miyeonie<3: But are you sure? Wouldn’t it be stupid for him to risk it all and show up? He’s smarter than that. Did he recognise you?

[Tuesday, 9:41 AM] You: I don’t think so.

“Don’t let Min Yoongi-ssi see you with your phone,” you suddenly hear and jerk your head up, “or he’ll nag you. He’s pretty old-school in that sense.”

“I, uh…”

Jimin smiles softly. “Don’t worry about me, I believe phones are key tools these days.” He goes silent for a second. “I’m on my way to meet with him and Kim Namjoon-ssi, but I wanted to stop by your desk and thank you for your advice the other day; it really worked. I think we’re wasting your talent here.”

“That’s very kind of you to say, sir,” you say as composedly as you can.

“You deserve every word. Now, I better get going – I don’t want them to nag me for being late.”

“Of course.”

You nod, murmuring a soft ‘have a nice day’, and go back to work; you actually have a ton of things on your to-do list that you want to get rid of before lunch break.

It’s funny, but you’re… starting to like the job? Well, you’re a bit of a control freak, but most of the time you have to let Hoseok take care of schedules, logistics, and pretty much everything related to the overall order of things. And he’s neat, and really good at it – but it’s nice to be the one accommodating everything from time to time without having to worry about meetings and departments.

Not that you’d ever change the king of controlling jobs for this, but it’s a nice change of view. You’ve learned a lot about an office’s wildlife. And since now you’re the one to judge the C-level guys from below, you’ve also learned a lot about yourself.

A new email pops up in your email box. ‘Client list second quarter’, it reads, re-sent by Kim Taehyung. You bashfully look away; it’s awful to land your eyes on another company’s non-disclosure agreements. Even if you’re now technically working for them and your businesses work in very different areas, you feel – and technically are – like you’re committing a crime here.

Whatever. You print them, put them in a plastic cover, and stand up to head to his office.

“— about Jeon Miyeon, so I don’t think—”

Taehyung’s voice makes you freeze on the spot, papers clutched in your fingers. Luckily, there’s no one else near your desk right now, so unless someone randomly walks in, you can spy on them all you want.

Did Kim Namjoon rat you out?

God, you’re fucked. So fucking fucked up. Prison, here I come!

Okay, don’t panic. You just heard a sentence; they could be talking about so many other things. Even if talking about Miyeon is kind of weird. Maybe they were talking about Jungkook, but the conversation drifted. They’re all friends, after all.

So, you lean further into the door. You’re so going to find out – if you’ve indeed been caught committing fraud, you might want to run like the fucking bitch you are.

“Oh, is our hyung getting shy?” This time it’s Jimin. “Why don’t you ask her out already? It’s been years, get a grip, try to save what little dignity you’ve left.” What? Why would he tell Namjoon to ask her out—? oH MY GOD. “I’m sure Mr Jeon won’t kill you in your sleep.”

“Leave me alone! There’s something called responsibility.”

“Hyung, we’ve been through this a thousand times. You always tell yourself that, but your heart thinks otherwise! You can’t just keep crushing on her in secret like a dumb teenager forever.”

To say that your jaw has dropped to the floor is an understatement. You are astonished, bewildered, dumbfounded, awestruck. Off your feet. Sly little thing, that Kim Namjoon! He really found her this job to spend more time with her! To make sure she always had someone watching over her! Aw, they’re so CUTE. But—

Oh, you’ve got some powerful information in your hands right now. They like each other – Miyeon’s everlasting crush is actually requited and reciprocated! Some people are born lucky, you guess.

“Let’s drop it, okay—? So, how is Secretary Shin doing?” Your sly grin drops. “She’s been working for a week and a half; she should be settled in already.”

Taehyung clears his throat pretty loudly. “She’s great, uh— she’s a great secretary.”

“I think we’re wasting her talent here,” Jimin suddenly harps in. “She’s got some C-level skills, you know, and acts the part too – she’s adamant like a boss and has a great leadership sense and critical thinking.”

“Yeah? Maybe Ms Shin should be a CEO.”

For some reason, Jimin giggles. As if he’s told an inner joke nobody else understands, only him.

“I sent her the client list a while ago, though, so she—”

Like moved by a spring, you immediately turn the knob and walk in after briefly knocking on the door with a polite smile. Taehyung’s eyes fix on you; you’ve scared the shit out of everybody in there, but he doesn’t seem to mind. You walk up to him and hand him the documents, eyes shifting to Namjoon despite your great efforts to ignore him.

Why is he gawking at you like that?

Oh, but you know his secret now. You’re not afraid of him anymore. It’s true that yours is completely worse – and a felony – but who cares?

“Ah, thank you. Uh… Namjoon-ssi would like to know if you’re settling in well in the office,” Taehyung says softly. “So, hm, are you? I hope we’re not giving you much of a headache anymore.”

You let out a sweet laugh – much sweeter than you it should. “I-I’ve seen worse.”

Ugh, get a grip. That almost sounded like a flirty giggle.

“That’s good to hear…” he lets out then, fiddling with the documents without really doing anything useful with them. “And the job? Is it, uh, up to your expectations? Nothing you can’t handle, right?”

“Easy as pie, sir.”

His eyes shift to Jimin for a second, but only briefly; soon he’s back to ogling you with those chocolate-brown irises of his. Maybe you should just leave and pretend to be doing your job before any of these guys start to suspect even more. For the time being, you’re just his secretary, doing silly secretary things, like answering silly calls, making silly memos, assisting in silly scheduled reports, and making silly coffees.

“— most of the time,” you resolve to add. “There are still some proceedings and tasks I have to get used to.”

Before the other two can say anything, Jimin lets out a knowing chuckle and gets up, apologising quickly. He squeezes past you and nods as a goodbye, thanking you for your time and letting go of you, seeing that Taehyung is frozen in the spot.

You nod and return to your desk.

Okay, you have to do something with that information. Telling Miyeon straight away doesn’t seem like the best idea, and you’re absolutely not being left alone with Kim Namjoon.

it’s time to get down to business – and you know exactly whose help you need.

[Tuesday, 10:57 AM] Kim Seokjin: think you can get away from work for a second and call me?

You panic at his text.

[Tuesday, 11:05 AM] You: what work? What do you mean?

[Tuesday, 11:07 AM] Kim Seokjin: I’m just joking 🤪🤪🤪

[Tuesday, 11:07 AM] Kim Seokjin: so?

[Tuesday, 11:08 AM] Kim Seokjin: can you?

With a tired sigh, you slump down on your chair, phone tight between your fingers. This guy almost gave you a heart attack.

[Tuesday, 11:10 AM] You: I’m getting a massage right now so, I’ll call you later bb

Instantly turning off the screen of your phone, you put it screen-down on the desk and hope it won’t buzz again. Fortunately, it doesn’t, and you can get on with your schedule as if nothing has happened – only your nasty glances at the device give you away.

Let’s just focus on your work at hand for the time being, all right? Planning and mapping out a strategy to make Miyeon and Kim Namjoon realise each other’s feelings can wait… or not! God, this is so, so exciting! You feel like a teenager, but why? Why the excitement, why the feeling of utter thrill? Matchmaking, maybe? Yes, since you are completely unlovable yourself, helping other people celebrate love is a very fitting way for you to do your part.

The rest of the morning passes quickly between meetings, conferences, and important calls. By the time noon comes around, you’re done with pretty much everything, and some colleagues invite you to lunch with them.

“He’s so handsome, isn’t he?” one of them says.

You take a seat and put the tray on the table, frowning. “Uh? Who?”

“Kim Namjoon,” Choi Hosook says. “He’s the COO of Delta Enterprises, and apparently he’s President Kim’s cousin too.”

Oh, you didn’t know they were cousins. Miyeon certainly never told you, that’s for sure. But now that you think of it, it’s true that Seokjin said once that he, a Taehyung, and Kim Namjoon were related. You didn’t know that this Taehyung was the Kim Taehyung, or that they were so closely related. It is indeed a small world for the rich.

“So, Y/N-ssi, whom do you think is better looking? President Kim or Kim Namjoon? Don’t you think our president is hot too?” Micha kicks her under the table with her mouth full, trying to hold it. “Ouch! Hey, that hurt! I almost dropped my chopsticks, Jesus—”

“Don’t do that to her, she has to see him all the time. It’d be awkward as fuck.”

“What? It’s girl talk,” Hosook whines. “It is our right as women citizens to talk about good-looking guys, pretty clothes, and our periods. It says so, you know, in the constitution.”

The two women start a quarrel about boundaries at work and how to have fun in life instead of being such a prude. A long soliloquy about why women must be professional so as not to be taken as silly follows, to which the other only frowns and shrugs it off. It truly looks like a comedy show, and the tables nearby are watching with an amused smile as they finish off their lunch.

You let out a chuckle. “It’s okay, I actually do.”

“You do what?” Micha asks again, totally lost from the conversation.

“I…” Suddenly, you feel your cheeks heat up, and you squeeze the glass between your fingers after you drink. “He’s cute. President Kim, I mean… But I think Kim Namjoon’s ideal type isn’t really me.”

“Ah, he really is, right? He’s dreamy—”

Micha smirks, looking at you. “You got really nervous just now, Y/N-ssi,” she whispers, “don’t think I didn’t see it~”

“Shut up—”

“So much talking is very bad for digestion, did you know?”

The three of you freeze on the spot when Park Jimin takes the empty seat next to Hosook, tray in hand and a dazzling smile on his face. As always, he comes immaculately coiffed and dressed in clothes that suit him as much as they make him look smart. His excessive cheerfulness, however, only makes him look secretly evil.

“Oh! Good afternoon, Mr Park,” they greet him. You only nod in silence at him. “We were, uh… just talking— about Han’s new project! We’re so excited in the marketing department to get our hands on it!”

Jimin glances at you before responding, “Well, that’s enthusiasm. The conceptual model is going well, so you won’t have to suffer too much.”

“You don’t usually eat in the cafeteria, sir. What’s the occasion?” you ask out of the blue.

To be honest, there is something about Park Jimin, beyond his undying charm, that doesn’t sit well with you. Since the day you arrived, he seems to know and hear everything. You’re probably going over the top here, thinking he’s some kind of informant or spy, or a worldly-wise schemer.

It’s just… a gut feeling?

“I can leave if you want, Ms Shin,” he replies with a breezy smile. The other two women laugh at what apparently was a joke. “It’s just that I like to come down here from time to time, especially when President Kim is busy in a meeting or a conference. He’s with Chairman Kim right now, so…”

You remember meeting Kim Galsuk, Taehyung and Jimin’s father, a few times during your childhood. Fundraising parties, dinners with hundreds of guests, recitals, art exhibitions, evenings at the opera, balls. There was always an excuse to get together and expand when you were a little girl. Then you were put into seclusion after the death of your parents, losing sight of these colourful characters of the ruling class, and since then you have focused only on your education— and then your work.

Oh, but Chairman Kim is a man difficult to forget.

You remember perfectly well the way your mother was surprised and scolded you when you ran to hide behind her leg. Chairman Kim had let out a calculated chuckle in response, feigning endearment at your shyness.

In reality, what had terrified you about the man was something in the way he walked, so stiff and calibrated. His own wife preferred not to speak unless necessary, and everyone seemed to admire that about him. At that moment you decided that you would despise men like him, who spoke condescendingly and pretended to be the leaders of a herd of animals.

“Won’t you say hello to Mr and Mrs Kim, darling?”

“Why?”

“People like us,” your mother once said, barely aware that you were only a little girl, “have an added value. You will understand that when you grow up. That man might have an asset for you, so you have to make sure that he feels the same about you.”

“Why, Mother?”

Was it really what people were?

Assets.

“Oh, darling, what a thing to ask!”

Back then, of course, you didn’t understand a single thing of what your mother was talking about, but later on, you finally got it – marriages, agreements, children, linked lineages.

For men like Chairman Kim, you were a womb in the making. As if born with a loaf of bread under your arm, your parents’ fortune, first-class education and, if you were lucky, a pretty face, your value to men like him would increase. Maybe you would marry the eldest son, sold off to – if you were lucky – a nice, good-looking young man with a bright future ahead of him and generations of wealth on his shoulders.

Contrary to what your grandmother believes, you’re not against marriage. You wouldn’t mind getting married yourself one day. But if these are the conditions, you’d rather die alone, buried in work. If you ever marry, you will do it for love, not convenience.

Is that why you’re so determined to help Miyeon and Kim Namjoon to get together? Maybe.

You don’t really care about him, but if your friend ever gets married to someone, you will leave no stone unturned until you make sure Jung Miyeon marries for love.

Now that you think of it, you don’t remember anyone ever commenting on Kim Namjoon having a girlfriend or even a wife, and now reckoning that he likes Miyeon, he should be. But you know better than to take men’s morals for granted.

“Mr Park?” you call, and Jimin looks away from your colleague. “Do you know if Mr Kim is single?”

He seems… flabbergasted. “Uh?” Faced with your expectant silence, the poor guy is thoughtful for a second, wondering how to respond, until he says, “He… Uh, well, Mr Kim is not seeing anyone— as far as I’m concerned.” He’s tempted by the idea of asking why you would want to know something like that but ultimately keeps it to himself.

“Hm,” you murmur as you shove a mouthful of rice past your lips.

“Uh?”

“Good to know.”

Before the conversation can simmer on its awkward, confusing path, Park Jimin’s phone buzzes on the table. It’s not right – honestly, you despise nosy people – but you can’t help taking a peek and reading his father’s name on the screen. With a fake smile, the young man gets up to excuse himself and pick up.

“Yes… Yes, Chair— of course,” he mumbles. “I’ll be there in a second.” Then Mr Park hangs up. “Duty calls, I’m afraid. I hope you enjoy what’s left of your lunch. Secretary Shin, I’ll see you later. Good afternoon…”

Sometimes Jimin wonders how he is able to walk down the aisle as confidently as he does. How, despite the way his body is shaking, and his breathless chest is heaving, he can keep walking as he greets employees and colleagues on the sidelines with a polite smile. Right now, Park Jimin is trembling at the fact that he will meet his father in barely a few minutes.

After the count of three, he finally knocks on the door with the utmost gentleness. His brother’s voice beckons him in, and Jimin opens the pristine door, once again with his heart clutched in his fist.

And perhaps it will always be like this.

“Of course, we will be happy to put you in touch. We always— yes, of course.” He stands in front of his brother, and Taehyung points to the phone pressed to his ear with a sneer. “I’m sure my uncle will be delighted. Congratulations! Yeah, yeah, see you— sure. Yeah, ha!” There’s pure desperation on his face now.

Jimin lets out a chuckle. “Oh, President Kim!” he suddenly exclaims in a high-pitched voice. Taehyung looks at him in amused bewilderment. “The meeting is about to start!”

“Dear me! I must hang up.”

And, before the person on the other end of the line can say anything, the great President Kim has already hung up.

“Jesus Christ,” the young man lets out as he slumps into the chair, arms crossed behind his head, “it was non-stop, the talking. I think I’ve got a headache.” They stare at each other for a couple of seconds. “What’s up?”

“Nothing new…”

Something draws the President’s attention back to his email, and his brother decides to just walks around the office, looking around. As always, he ends up right in front of the diplomas and pictures, the colourful, modern paintings used as mere decors. Jimin sees his reflection in them, and he can’t help but fix his hair and make sure his clothes are spotless.

“Where’s Father?” he eventually asks, feeling like every ounce of air that had escaped just blew back into his lungs.

“He said he had to leave,” Taehyung replies with little interest. His eyes are still glued to his computer screen as he types something. “Something to do with a gala, I think… Not happy?”

Jimin grins half-heartedly. “Miserable.”

Now fixing his clothes or grooming his hair doesn’t feel as necessary, so he turns around and takes a seat in front of his brother’s desk.

“You’re going to laugh,” Jimin says then, feigning interest in one of the pictures on the desk; the two brothers pose together in front of a camera for the first time, with a big grimace of dislike, “but Secretary Shin asked me if you were single.”

Taehyung finally rips his eyes away from the glowing letters and looks up at him. “What?”

“Yeah, she asked, and— well, I said you were. It caught me off guard…”

“So?” he insists. “What did she say then?”

“Good to know.”

“And— what on earth does that mean?” Taehyung groans then, slumping back onto the chair.

Jimin raises his eyebrows in surprise and turns around. “Do you want it to mean something in particular?”

With a renewed interest in the draft email that he was working on earlier, Taehyung wets his lips and hopes the blush on his cheeks goes unnoticed. It does not, naturally – not to someone who knows him so well. Had it been any other person, like their father or a stranger walking past them on the street, maybe— but not Jimin.

“Not really, I was just asking.”

“Were you…?” he mumbles, but naturally, Taehyung can’t hear him.

In complete silence, Jimin merely looks up at his engrossed brother, eyes no longer on the heart-warming picture on the desk. Was he? And then a soft chuckle escapes his lips.

It did not take long for you to excuse yourself from the canteen after Park Jimin was called away. After saying goodbye to your co-workers, you took your tray, left it on top of the pile, and rushed to the restroom for a quick pee before getting back down to business. There isn’t much left to do after the morning ruckus, but you have a mission to accomplish.

As the flush blares in the background, you walk to the sink to wash your hands. You look up at your reflection in the mirror and fix your hair a little with wet fingers, the water still running. With a dry movement, you turn off the tap and walk back out into the busy corridors of the office.

Suddenly your mobile starts ringing. “Y/N-ssi?” You pick it up, it's Hyejin. “Could you come down here and bring something to Kim Taehyung?”

“I can’t hear you very well,” you reply, “what’s that noise in the background?”

“Oh, nothing, our coffee maker’s gone crazy.”

“Okay, I’ll be down in a sec.”

“Thank you, darling!” she chirps, chaos still unfolding in the back. “You’re literally saving my ass! See you!”

Then she hangs up, and you stare at the screen of your phone, texting and not paying attention to the silhouette who has just stood next to you to wait for the lift. It’s only when you hear the ding and walk in that you look up and lock eyes with Kim Galsuk, Taehyung and Jimin’s father. You immediately look back down at the tip of your heels in the hope that it will look like simple shyness due to hierarchical respect.

“I hope Chairman O is in good health.”

The words take you off guard, and you freeze on the spot – how did he recognise you? How does he remember you? Ever since your parents died, you’ve made sure never to put yourself in the spotlight of tabloids and socialite press. You’ve made sure to become a shadow and keep going forward unnoticed.

Then, how is Chairman Kim, a man who probably hasn’t seen you since you were a child, able to recognise you?

“Oh, yes,” you blurt out, increasingly agitated. “I just came to—”

Chairman Kim cuts you off with a polite smile. “Don’t worry, it’s none of my business.”

Does he think you’ve come here to do corporate espionage? Is he going to go to the authorities to report you and put you behind bars for life? Kim Taehyung would never forgive you. Park Jimin maybe, but his brother would never.

“I had dinner the other day with President Hwang,” the man continues. President Hwang—? Oh, yes, he’s the father of— “I believe you are good friends with his daughter, am I wrong?” You nod. “Such a nice girl… She married at a very young age, however. It must have been a surprise for you, her friends.”

Dear ‘Miss Rose Apple’. Such a fascinating woman, you all expected her marriage to go well. If only she had been older. The last time you saw her, well— you were at her secret flat in Gangnam, holding a bottle of wine. She was standing under the doorframe, eyes wide open as she’d rub a towel against her wet hair. In the background, the figure of a man who was clearly not her husband rushed to hide in the room across the corridor, black dots down his spine.

“It was a pleasure talking to you, Y/N-ssi. I hope that the occasion will come again.”

As the lift dings and the doors open, you step out, bowing at him in a goodbye. Chairman Kim nods slightly, and then the doors close again, engulfing him. You can finally take a breath.

That’s the thing – why did he make the effort to remember you?

What kind of asset does he see in you?

Not long after, you arrive at the row of offices and pick up the pile of papers from the finance department that President Kim has to go through and sign. You say goodbye to your colleagues and run to the lift before it disappears for another twenty minutes.

Ah, how you love going around doing your silly little tasks in your silly little pretty outfit.

Sometimes you’re scared you’ll end up saying this unironically.

For some reason, although you do love your profession, this was a nice break from all your responsibilities. You’re busy, but not too busy to take care of other things. And you’ve learned some stuff about leadership and management that you could never have if you had kept working. Also, if it makes your grandmother happy, then you’re happy too.

With a hurried but confident pace, you step out of the lift and cross the floor to President Kim’s office. However, just as you are about to open the door, someone walks out.

“He’s in the middle of a call.”

You’re standing in front of Park Jimin as he blocks the door. His grip on the knob isn’t strong, but the way he’s looking at you… It’s like his pupils are trembling— no, he’s like his entire body is shivering. You look down at his hand, wrapped around the knob but failing to properly take it between his fingers.

“Are you okay, sir?” you ask, innocently cocking your head to the side. “You look pale.”

Park Jimin smiles, but it doesn’t reflect in his eyes. “Just need some fresh air. Maybe you would like to come with me to the balcony? – you look rather pale yourself, Ms Shin.” Why is he still blocking the door from you? You won’t come in without permission. And why is he so nervous? You have noticed the way his playing with his thumb. “Taehyung-ssi will be busy for quite a while.”

“I need to hand some papers to him,” you let out with a sigh.

With a nod, the man finally steps aside to let you in and walks away. You can’t help looking back as he turns the corner and slips into the corridor.

Back to reality, you knock softly on the door and wait. The door opens after a few moments; Kim Taehyung, with his phone to his ear, beckons to let you in, and so do you, walking into the office with a polite smile.

As he keeps talking on the phone with his back now turned towards you, you place the documents on his desk. He thanks you with a silent smile, expecting you to leave right afterwards, so seeing you stand there with your arms crossed, waiting until he’s done with the call, makes him a bit nervous. Knowing that your attention is on him always gives him the jitters.

When Taehyung finally hangs up the phone and puts it down on the desk, his eyes stop avoiding your sight and focus on you.

“Can I help you, Ms Shin?” he asks unsurely.

You take the lead, taking a seat in front of the desk. “Well, I have a question to ask you, sir. It’s a bit personal, though.”

This is one of those moments when your origins prevent you from drawing the line on what not to do. For you, Kim Taehyung is not this great power figure chosen by the gods. Your father was like that, and you will surely marry a man like that, and if you have sons, they will grow up to be like that too.

Mediocre men in suits with lots of money. The world belongs to them.

“I’ll… try my best,” Taehyung murmurs. He wets his lips, and your eyes flick down to them immediately.

An uncertain silence, awkward, perhaps, but not uncomfortable, settles in the room. You’re quietly pondering how you should word your enquiry. Meanwhile, President Kim stares at you in growing expectation.

“So,” you begin, “I have a friend who… likes this guy, and they kind of work close together but they are sure the other doesn’t like them.”

Heat waves through his body, followed by immediate coldness; he’s suddenly frozen on the spot. Jimin’s voice mixes in his head along with your words, how you supposedly asked him he was singles. Are you trying to make a move? Are you the bold type, then? It makes him shiver. Does he want you to, though? You’re his secretary, after all – and he’s your boss. Taehyung couldn’t bear for such a story to happen again.

After some more silence, he finally dares to ask, “Are they, uh… co-workers?”

Are they? Well, Miyeon doesn’t exactly work in the company anymore, and Namjoon was a department director back then, way before Jungkook stepped in as his sister’s deputy. And even if they’re not, now you can’t think of a CEO’s daughter and her COO as co-workers, can you?

“Hm, not exactly.”

“So one is, uh” – Taehyung shrinks in his chair but otherwise looks enthralled by your story. Or, at least, he exhibits a borderline fascinated interest in what you’re saying – “in a higher position, then?”

You lean back in the chair, pensive. “You could say so… but you don’t think that kind of stuff matters these days, do you?”

Oh, God – what should he say to that? You most probably are making a move on him, so his answer will be key. To what end? Taehyung doesn’t want to think about it. His heart is beating like crazy, pounding against his ribcage. If he plays along with you, you’ll technically be flirting, right? Like, with each other. That’s the picture you’ll get from the conversation. A perverted boss flirting with his admittedly pretty, intelligent, and witty secretary.

“Do you think it matters, Mr Kim?”

As Kim Namjoon’s friend, Taehyung must share some of his ideas and beliefs.

“Well, if you put it like that, Ms Shin,” he mumbles, now colder; suddenly he’s shifting back into the chair, moving away from you, “I don’t think it… doesn’t entirely matter.”

It’s for the best, he tells himself. It’s for the best.

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