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multifandomimagin3s · 1 year

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Pregnancy Reactions - 141, Los Vaqueros + König

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Simon "Ghost" Riley

Honestly, he's stunned.

Doesn't matter how close you two are, his reaction will be the same; internally, he's panicking but on the outside? He's cold.

Probably would disappear for a while to think.

I don't think he necessarily didn't want kids - more so that he didn't want his child to end up growing up how he did, and so decided that he actively wouldn't pursue having any.

But naturally, life doesn't always work out like that.

He'd absolutely want to be a part of the child's life, he wouldn't up and leave, but it would take him a lot of time and effort to figure out how he was going to voice his concerns to you.

Doesn't like being vulnerable in any way shape or form, and talking about his past is something he avoids at all costs.

Simon wants to be able to be open with you and tell you everything but Ghost wants to shut himself off and keep it to himself.

He'd probably reappear out of the blue after a few days - wouldn't be surprised or annoyed if you were angry at him for disappearing, he expects it.

It would probably be further along in your pregnancy before he would start talking about his past - mainly snippets about how his father raised him, and why he'd been so distant with you.

He'd be the type to just watch you as you sleep - not in a creepy way, you just look so peaceful - and his eyes would trail over your growing bump, knowing that you were carrying his child and he would do anything to keep you safe.

Wouldn't want you going anywhere by yourself, especially when you're closer to your due date; doesn't trust people in general, especially strangers, so if he can't go with you he'd probably ask Johnny or one of the Team to go with you.

Feels the baby kick for the first time and he can't speak. Literally can't get a word out. There's this cocktail of emotions churning in his stomach, and all he can do is keep his hand on your bump, thumbing over the skin where he could feel his child moving.

This guy would probably scare the shit out of the Doctors when you go for your ultrasound appointments - he doesn't even say a word, he's just this hulking figure dressed in black sitting in the chair next to you, gaze burning through everyone else in the room.

He'd probably be deployed when you gave birth - would be as angry as a bear in a cage when he found out, chomping at the bit to get back to you.

The first time he held the baby, all wrapped up in their little blankets, he felt his heart swell.

They were so small in his arms, big eyes peering up at him in wonder at their Dad's face.

So innocent and pure, not yet hurt by the world.

He felt a tug in his stomach as he remembered how he felt when he held his nephew for the first time…

And he made a promise to both you and his little one that he would never let anyone hurt you or take you away from him.

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

His first reaction? "Ah shite."

Now don't take that as him being angry or annoyed - he's not, he's just surprised. It's a knee jerk reaction.

Regardless if it was a one-night stand or you've been together for a while, he's going to be equal parts shocked and amazed at the prospect of being a Dad.

He'd thought about the prospect of having a family before but with his job, he just didn't think it was a possibility.

Goes with you to every appointment - if he's deployed, he phones and texts you when he can, asking how you and the "wee one" are doing.

Carries an ultrasound picture in his wallet and is definitely the type of guy who shows the Team every time it comes up in conversation - Ghost acts annoyed but was secretly honoured when Johnny said that he could be "Uncle Ghost."

The Team - well, mainly Soap, Gaz and sometimes Price - would try and decide on a nickname for the little one for when they were born; they decided on 'Suds,' since Soap and Suds sounded cool.

He's not really bothered about what gender the baby will be - a mini version of either of you would be amazing in his eyes, and as long as they're a happy and healthy baby that's all he could ever want.

Absolutely panics when you go into labour - and probably would faint at least once in the delivery room.

If you ended up having a caesarean section, his face would be absolutely priceless - he's no stranger to blood and gore, but the fact that you're awake and talking to him while your insides are being moved around makes him queasy.

Definitely cried when he held the baby for the first time - and wouldn't let them go for a while.

Captain John Price

Now this was something he wasn't expecting at all.

He's an older guy, and considering his role in the military and his lifestyle in general he didn't think he would ever have kids of his own.

Would be protective of you from the get-go, wouldn't let you do any heavy lifting or anything strenuous.

Probably wouldn't tell the Team outright - it would end up randomly coming up in conversation and they all would be so amazed and confused since they had no idea.

Absolutely dotes on you throughout your pregnancy - rubs your feet, gets you any foods or drinks that you're craving, even does that thing where he lifts your bump from behind to give you a reprieve from the weight.

Would love to have a son but would be equally as overjoyed if you had a daughter.

Definitely packs your maternity bag well in advance of your due date - everything is crisply folded and organised, showing his military training.

He's easily the most calm out of everyone when you go into labour - he may have cringed a bit when he saw the epidural needle but you didn't see anything.

I can see him as the Dad who doesn't do babytalk, but he doesn't speak to the baby like an adult either - he just chats away to them while they're bundled up against his chest, little hand wrapped around his thumb.

Yep, they'd absolutely have him wrapped around their finger from day one.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Similarly to Soap, his initial reaction is basically “oh shit.”

He’s still quite young, and he’d never thought that far ahead in his future about settling down and having a family, so he’s gobsmacked.

Gradually warms up to the idea of being a Dad - he’d probably end up going to Price for advice, and his Captain was secretly flattered.

His face lights up and a smile spreads across his face when you guys went for your first scan appointment; seeing the baby, like a little jelly bean on the screen, made things feel so much more real.

Eventually tells the Team - Soap pats him on the back, and may or may have not asked if he can be “Uncle Soap.”

Inwardly melts when he sees the baby shoes - they’re so tiny.

I can see him as the type of guy who buys little shoes that match ones he has - him and the baby would he fashion icons.

Absolutely shits himself when you go into labour - no amount of preparation was helping him in the moment, he almost forgot to lift the maternity bag on the way out the door.

Holds the baby with the upmost care - at first he was a bit awkward because it had been a while since he’d even been around a child, but once you showed him how to hold them properly, he was golden.

Like Price, the baby has him wrapped around their tiny fingers from the jump, and he promises to protect them from anything the world could throw their way.

Alejandro Vargas

He's a passionate man so regardless of whether it was a fling or if you had been together for a long time, he's ecstatic.

Rudy is probably the first person he tells, his friend patting him on the back in congratulations.

Definitely would already start looking at baby names - he'd have a list.

Very protective, doesn’t like you going anywhere on your own and only trusts certain people to be around you, especially when you’re in your third trimester.

Rudy is number one in his list of trusted people, alongside 141; it’s so strange seeing these hulking, intimidating men become so soft and caring around you.

I reckon he’d hope for a baby girl - he’s love his child endlessly regardless of their gender but something about being a girl Dad just fits him so well.

If the baby did end up being a girl though, he’s going to be her personal bodyguard - doesn’t matter if she’s 13 or 30, nobody will be messing with his daughter.

If the baby ended up being a boy, he’d be equally as happy - having a mini version of himself around the house would be adorable.

You’d have to try and tell him to stop buying baby clothes - every time he’d go to the store to get you whatever foods you were craving, he’d come back with a million different outfits and little shoes, and honestly you guys were running out of space to put it all.

Carries the ultrasound pictures with him but only shows those who he can trust - so, mainly Rudy and some of the other members of Los Vaqueros.

Can’t stop smiling when he sees the baby for the first time, it’s surprising that his cheeks aren’t sore.

Tries not to be the overbearing Dad but watches others like a hawk when they’re holding the baby.

He’s honestly just so delighted to be a Dad.

Rudy Parra

He’s a quiet guy, so his reaction is a lot more contained in comparison to his comrade, Alejandro.

Asks if you’re sure, a small smile on his lips.

He’s excited at the prospect of being a Dad but is also worried that you or the baby would be in danger considering his line of work.

Tells Alejandro - his comrade is bursting with excitement, congratulating his friend.

You’d have the whole of Los Vaqueros and 141 ready to protect you, quelling Rudy’s fears a bit.

Doesn’t like you doing any heavy lifting and always either offers to do it for you or, as if he read your mind, goes ahead and does it for you.

Would probably try some of your pregnancy craving foods - some of them he liked, others, well he tried not to judge you too hard for your choices.

His arm is always wrapped around your waist, hand wresting on your bump, especially when you’re out somewhere; it makes him feel less anxious knowing your beside him, so he knows you’re safe.

Doesn’t really mind what gender the baby would be, hasn’t really given it much thought.

If he was deployed when you gave birth, he’d be fighting tooth and nail to get back to you.

Doesn’t let the baby go when he does - would lay next to you in bed on his back with the baby on his chest.

Does that a lot actually - you’d walk into the living room and he’d be out cold, baby sleeping away on his chest, bundled in their little blankets.

Honestly would be the best Dad

König

Similarly to Ghost, he's petrified.

He's thought about settling down one day, living the white picket fence life, having a few kids - but he rationally knew that it probably wouldn't happen like that.

As soon as you tell him that you're pregnant, he has to sit down otherwise he'd probably faint.

He's terrified of hurting you or the baby with his strength, so he'd probably close himself off for a bit to think.

Cries when he sees the scan pictures of the baby for the first time - his child.

I reckon he's still very close to his family, namely his Mother, back home and so he'd be trying to figure out the best way to tell her that she's going to be a Grandmother.

His heart melts when he sees the little baby outfits you'd picked out - the little soft-soled shoes look even smaller in the palm of his hand.

He was already protective of you before but the bigger your bump gets, the more he's practically glued to your hip.

Always worries about you when he gets deployed - he's even more vicious and calculative on the field now that he knows that he has to make it home to you and the baby.

When you go into labour, he almost has a panic attack.

He's practically running around the house trying to find the maternity bag -- it was under the bed.

Holds your hand the entire time, doesn't complain at all when you practically crush his hand during contractions.

He's almost scared to hold the baby once they're born; the Nurse hands them over to him, swaddled in their little blankets, and he handles them like they're made of glass.

Starts sobbing when he notices that they have his eyes.

His heart is so full.

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kaciidubs · 4 months

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Before the After Party

❣ Summary: Who said that celebrating had to wait until the after party? ❣ ❣ Word Count: 2.2k ❣ Warnings: Semi-Public Sex [award show dressing room], slight dom! Hyunjin, smut, desperation, quickie, creampie, allusion to multiple rounds ❣ ❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣ ❣ Additional Tags: Hyunjin is referred to as Hyune, Baby, Reader is referred to as My Muse, My Love, this was a long time coming, i know ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist

“...Stray Kids!”

The sounds of your screams blended with the screams of the hundreds of Stays surrounding you as you watched the boys react to their name being the one called from the pool of other great artists nominated - tears of pride stinging at your eyes as you watched them get up to accept their award.

Listening to the heartfelt, and truly underprepared speech Chris was giving, your eyes scanned over each of the boys; your smile growing impossibly bigger at each of their expressions until you reached the end of the line - a sharp pair of eyes easily catching, and holding, your gaze.

Hyunjin tried his best not to react, but even from the VIP seats you could see the twitch in his lips as he stared at you - the almost break in his facade being enough for him to cut eye contact first, looking out to the audience in front of them.

Tuning back into the speech, clocking Felix’s voice now resonating through the speakers, you did your best to pay attention to the roll call of thanks he was listing but you found yourself looking toward a certain dance line member yet again.

To your non-surprise, his eyes were already set on you and you decided to challenge him, discreetly sending him a small flying kiss with a smirk - the thought of flirting so openly with him sending a chill down your spine.

He looked away again, giving you the peace of mind to catch the last few words of Felix’s speech before joining the audience in cheering for them one more time as they stepped away from the mic; but, as fate would have it, you looked back at Hyunjin one last time to catch him shake his head at you, eyes narrowing in a sign you’ve seen time and time again.

Their performance seemed to go by at the speed of light, and before you knew it you were taking the commercial break to fish your phone out of your clutch, catching a glimpse of the notification illuminating the top of the screen.

My Artist 💘: Dressing room 💌

Excusing yourself out of your seat - ever so thankful for the VIP pass Skijigi had given you - you made your way off of the side stage and into the hallway toward backstage; quickly spotting one of the Skijigi staff waiting for you with a small smile.

With a curt nod, and a brief rush of embarrassment because surely they know why your darling boyfriend summoned you, you let them lead you through the bustling hall until they stopped a few feet in front of a door labeled ‘Stray Kids’ - the rest was up to you.

“Thank you,” you hummed softly, ducking your head in a small nod before knocking on the door, “Hyune? It’s me.”

You barely had the chance to let your hand fall away from the door before it swung open, a hand wrapping around your wrist before you were being pulled into the dressing room with the door slamming shut not even a second later.

“Hyunj-!”

Your shocked gasp of his name was cut off with a pair of lips slotting against yours, your body being crowded against the wall with hands on either side of you caging you in - though, just as you started to get over your initial shock to kiss him back, he pulled away with a bright smile.

“We won.”

“Y-Yeah,” you blinked back at him, willing your heart to be still as a small smile found its way onto your lips, “you guys were ama-”

His lips met yours again in a ravenous kiss, taking the off guard opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, brushing against yours in a heated taunt that promised more.

Your hands flew to hold onto his shoulders, your knees daring to give out from under you with the way he was trying to devour you as if you were his favorite meal.

“Mm- Hyune-”

His right hand dropped to lift your leg, the skirt of your dress raising as he hooked it over his slim waist; slotting himself between your legs effortlessly and grinding against your clothed core.

You couldn’t hide the shivering moan that escaped you, your head falling back against the wall, leaving his lips to occupy themselves with the free real estate of your neck. “God, baby…”

“Want you,” he breathed against your neck, licking at the beginnings of a hickey, “can I? Can I have you, my muse?”

You didn’t even have to think twice, nodding quickly and bringing your hands to his face to move him away from your neck for another breathtaking kiss.

Guiding your leg back to the floor, he blindly led you away from the wall before leading you toward the closest surface he had memory of; the makeup desk spanning the opposite wall. With careful steps, it wasn’t long before your lower back pressed against the edge of the desk, a disgruntled hum vibrating into his mouth as you bit his bottom lip.

Hyunjin groaned, a low, velvety sound that had your toes curling in your heels, and he pulled away just enough for his lips to still graze yours, “We have to be fast - on top, or bent over?”

“On top,” you breathed, a hand cupping the back of his head, “bend me over when we get back to the hotel.”

A grin stretched his lips, and within seconds the beautiful designer dress you wore was hiked up your legs and hips and you were sitting on the sturdy platform of the desk, the award winning artist quickly filling the space between your thighs.

His arm slid between your bodies and his fingers quickly found the damp crotch of your panties, simply tugging the gusset to the side to run his middle and ring fingers through your lips; collecting your arousal on the digits before slowly sinking them past your walls.

Your head fell back, lips parting to let an airy moan flutter through until his hand covered the lower half of your face, undoubtedly getting what remained of your lipstick on his palm in the process.

“My love, as much as I’d give anything to hear your pretty sounds, we should probably be quiet too, shouldn’t we?”

He didn’t wait to hear your response as his fingers set a steady pace, aiming to work you open as efficiently as possible while muffled moans vibrated against his palm.

Your nails grazed against the buzzed cut of his nape, the reminder of his fresh cut making your pussy clench around his fingers.

Tilting your head back down, you were met with his piercing gaze immediately; fiery brown eyes studying every little detail in your face that remained free of his hand.

“Are you going to be quiet if I move my hand?”

Eyes softening, your eyebrows sloped together and you nodded as best you could - you would.

Hyunjin freed your mouth in favor of tugging down the front of your dress, the straps having already fallen from your shoulders, allowing him to easily free your breasts from beneath the neckline. Licking his forefinger and thumb, he quickly found purchase on your left nipple; rolling the nub with intermittent pinches that had your back arching, silently begging him for more.

All the while, his fingers were stilled inside of you in favor of his thumb now gently flicking across your clit, not enough to overstimulate you on pleasure, but just enough to have your legs trembling at his hips.

“H-Hyunjin.” The whine tumbled softly from you, holding more words than you could say without letting the flurry of moans slip through as well - and he heard you clearly.

Sliding his fingers from inside of you, this hand expertly fiddled with his belt until it went slack around his hips, the button and zipper of his pants coming undone in less than a minute before they were shoved down with his boxer briefs just enough for him to free his dick; hard, dripping, and aching for your warmth.

He spread the remnants of your slick along his length before gripping the base, wasting no time in pressing the tip against your folds and pressing his hips forward, slowly but surely sheathing himself inside of your pussy.

Your hand flew to your mouth in record speed, clamping it shut just as a loud, wanton moan began to escape you - you never stood a chance once he was inside of you, his dick reaching the deepest parts of you, and with this position he felt even deeper.

He chuckled knowingly, gazing at you with a warm fondness despite his hand now gripping your hip like a vice, “You’re okay, love, just keep your hand there for me.”

Nodding once again, your free hand moved to hold onto the back of his neck as he adjusted his other hand to cup your breast instead, your sensitive nipple now rubbing against the smooth inside of his palm.

Without another moment of delay, he dragged his hips back slowly, biting back a sharp hiss as pleasure shot up his spine, before snapping forward twice as fast; jolting your body against the desk and sending a few stray makeup tools and products rattling. Repeating the process made a few objects fall, but neither one of you had the heart to care - at least, not in the moment as he set on a fast and deep pace that filled the dressing room with the sound of his skin against yours.

Your palm vibrated with the moans that flowed freely from you, the attempt of keeping them contained now seeming like a joke - part of you wondered if offering him a blowjob instead would’ve sufficed, but after being witness to his borderline animalistic rhythm, the blowjob would wait for the hotel.

Hyunjin gritted his teeth, his head bowed beside yours as he directed all of his energy toward fucking you, reveling in the pinch of your nails against his neck, and the unrelenting clenching of your walls on every inward thrust.

“T-Thank you,” he grunted breathlessly, the hand keeping you anchored on the desk squeezing you more, “thank you, thank you, my love. Thank you for s-supporting me, for believing in me- f-fuck- Thank you.”

Wrapping your legs around his hips, you locked him in for shallow thrusts, wanting him closer - needing him closer; if you couldn’t use your words, then you would use your body.

His hand slid to your lower back, dragging you to the edge of the desk and giving him a better angle to hit, “You’re everything to me - do you know that? My muse, I mean it.”

Your hand slid up to his hair, past his undercut and into the once beautifully done ponytail, partially sliding the hair tie out of place in the process.

“N-No matter how many awards we win,” he lifted his head, prompting you to open your eyes and lock onto his entrancing gaze, “you’ll always be my greatest win.”

Dropping your hand, you pulled him into an earth shattering kiss, teeth and tongues clashing as your orgasm took you by storm; the only indicator being the rapid fluttering of your pussy around his cock.

He moaned into your mouth, releasing your breast to cradle the back of your neck - one, two, three thrusts rocking your body before he stilled with a choked groan, his dick twitching as his cum coated your walls.

As your breaths slowly came to a calm, so did the feverish motions of your lips, Hyunjin parting with a few pecks and gently untangling himself from your hold.

“How was it? Are you okay?”

Huffing out a breathless laugh, you gave him a glittering smile, “It was amazing, Hyune, and I’m more than okay, but I think we should clean up and head back to the others.”

Returning your smile, he slowly slid his softening length out of you, shivering slightly at the overstimulation before groaning at the bead of cum that budded from your slit.

Clocking the way his tongue peaked out to lick his lips, you laid your hand on his chest with an incredulous laugh, “No, we are cleaning up and meeting the rest of the boys!” You slid your hand from his hair and used it to tug your panties back into place, effectively cutting off his peep show for the time being.

“You’re no fun,” he pouted, tucking himself back into his underwear before working on fixing his pants back up.

“Oh, yeah?” Raising an eyebrow while managing to squeeze your breasts back into the slightly over stretched neckline, you cocked your head to the side, “I guess you don’t want to see what I have planned for the after party, then - since I’m no fun?”

The look of horrified betrayal that fell on his features was enough to send you into a giggle fit, which was more than enough for him to drop his act, giggling along with you.

After he helped you from the makeup desk, you helped him fix his ponytail while he used a makeup wipe to clear up any lipstick stains left on his skin - mourning their loss until you were both back in the safety of your shared hotel room.

“To the after party?” He mused, offering you his arm.

Looping your hand around it, you nodded happily, “To the after party.”

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bunnyluvs-blog · 9 months

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txt reactions: bf!txt when you wear their shirt (smut)

tags ! Suggestive/smut ,, Somnophila ,, thigh riding ,, blindfoldeds ,, degrading ,, semi public sex ,, eating out (will make a full smut on one member if requested)

Soobin: You always wait for soobin to come home from work. No matter what. However this time, you spent all day hard at work you could barely keep your eyes open on the drive home. You took a quick shower and just threw on whatever you grabbed firsts. Snuggle into the bed, hell it wasn't even your side of the bed. You fell asleep hoping soobin would understand. Well once soobin came home and saw you in his shirt, he was done for. Slowly lifting up his shirt on you, he left small marks and hickeys all over your chest. He knew you had a thing for Somnophilia. And it was one of his major turn ons so why not test it out on his pretty little bunny <3

Yeonjun: While he was in the kitchen making coffee for you guys. You were getting ready for the day. You decided to wear one of your many shirts that you stole from your boyfriend. This one he wore to the ama 2022 award show however. it was too long to be worn as a normal shirt. So you threw on some small shorts and a belt to make it a semi-dress. Without the shorts- if ur raised ur arms ur ass and everything else could be seen. You made your way to your boyfriend, wrapping your arms around him. A soft "hi baby" leaves his mouth as he turns around to face you. Only to see the opening of ur chest pushed up against him. You're ass peaking out since you were on ur tippy toes ? Did he forget to mention how pretty you look in his shirt with your cum running down his leg ? He will just have to show you then.

Beomgyu: God fuck how were you this perfect? Blind fold covering your face as he fucked you in his shirt. The soft fabric didn't even cover much since well- he unbuttoned the whole thing after he got you where you are now. You're moans filling the room as the shirt sleeves slide off of you. "Aww look at you, you're so small my shirt can't even stay on you" he said in a mocking tone as he fucked you harder. He was always one to talk down on you when you were just so submissive too him. He didn't even have to fight u to get the blindfold on. You just listened to him like the dumb pup you are.

Taehyun: "What are you some kinda fucking whore?" God was he pissed off. You looked so damn good while you guys went to the park for your date. A short skirt, Knee socks, and his damn shirt unbuttoned almost to where you could see your chest. Well now the shirt is well off of you. The Starbucks restroom door locked as teahyun bends you over the skin. "Showing over everything damn thing you have, and in your own boyfriends shirt." He hasn't even touched you where u need him most. Hes just been hitting ur ass over and over and over again, you're sure your screams can be heard from the people outside. He pulled your head back by ur hair. "You. Car. Now. You're gonna sit and not whine or beg until we're home. And if you do I'm not gonna let you fucking cum at all." Oh boy did your plan work

Huening kai: you were snuggled up on the couch with hyuka just watching a movie. You've felt as if your plan to make him fuck you failed. And you were just so fed up. You wore his shirt after hearing what your friends bf did to her after she wore his. And damnit you wanted that treatment too. Little did you know hyuka wasn't doing any better then you were. Every 2 minutes you had to pull the shirt back up from falling off. Your damn chest being flashed to him so much. This last time tho, he couldn't take it. Flipping you onto ur back and pulling your panties down to your ankle. Hyuka was done with waiting. "Huen ? What are you doing..?" You ask as if you had no clue. "Im gonna take you let me eat you please..pleaseee you look so good in my shirt I can't hold back" You didn't even get s chance to answer when he licked your clit slowly <3

Reminder !! If a story is requested from one of these I'll probably do it !!

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twice-inamillion · 7 months

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Family Trip

Fluff and Smut (adventure, family time)(teasing, sex, dom Jihyo, cowgirl riding, creampie, talking about breeding)

Chapter 214

2124 Words

(The first trip as a married couple with Jisoo. Some fluff moment and with a happy ending. 😏)

After your honeymoon, the two of you decide on a family trip with Jisoo. “Are you excited to go on a trip with mommy and daddy?” asks Jihyo. Jisoo nods and smiles. “Okay, then you will need your sweater and your toy.” Jisoo makes her way down the bed, runs to get her sweater and stuffed toy, and puts it inside her backpack.

You leave just before sunrise for a morning hike to Diamond Head State Park. Jisoo tries her best to make the hike but can only walk on flat surfaces. “Daddy, up,” says Jisoo, who puts her hands up. You put her inside her baby carrier and climb up the stairs to the top of the mountain. When you arrive at the top, the sun rises, “We made it just in time." Jihyo takes a photo of you and Jisoo with the sunrise in the background.

“Say cheese!”

Jisoo smiles and holds a heart sign, which makes Jihyo laugh. You then take a picture of Jihyo and Jisoo and a family photo of the beautiful background.

After the hike, the three of you enjoy a light breakfast before going to the second stop of your trip. Jisoo can’t help but be excited to go whale watching. Before arriving in Hawaii, the two of you would read Jisoo, a book on whales, before going to sleep. When she was asked what she wanted to do while she was in Hawaii, she immediately replied, “Big whale, big whale!”

The three of you arrive at the port and are the first trip of the day. You board the large boat and take your seats inside. The ship departs from the port, as Jisoo is glued to the window trying to look for the whales.

“Jisoo, there are no whales here.”

“No?” Titling her head in confusion.

“We need to be in the middle of the ocean because the whales are so big,” says Jihyo.

“Whale, big?”

“Yes, some whales are bigger than this boat.”

“Whale eat?” as she points at the two of you.

“Ohh no, the whale doesn’t eat people. Remember how the book said it eats small creatures called krill.” Jisoo nods her head and stares back at the window.

About an hour into the boat ride, there is an announcement that there has been a site of a pod of whales nearby. Jisoo’s ear perks up and asks you to go outside.

The three of you head out and walk to where the captain points. Jihyo takes out a pair of binoculars for the two of you to use. It doesn’t take long before you get a glimpse of the whale’s fin, “Look, Jisoo, it's right in front of you.” Jisoo lifts her binoculars and sees the whale showing its head, “ama, whale!”

Jisoo turns to Jihyo and points out, “Look, whale!” You hand over the binoculars to Jihyo, “You’re right; good job, Jisoo, you found the whale.” Jisoo can’t help but feel proud of her finding.

The captain steers the boat closer to where the whale was sighted. “Right before us is a humpback whale in its feeding ground. One of our deckhands communicated with us that they have also caught sight of a calf, so we need to be extra careful.”

“Did you hear that Jisoo? The captain said that they saw a calf, a baby whale.”

“Baby whale? Jisoo?” pointing at herself.

Jihyo responds, “Yes, a baby just like Jisoo.”

“I see, baby.”

“Ohh, we need to be extra careful. We don’t want to scare the calf away.”

The three of you wait for a few minutes until the water bubbles up. The whale jumps out of the water and crashes down, causing a huge splash. Jisoo points and laughs out loud, “Whale jump, whale jump!”

Before the whale came out, Jihyo took out her phone to record Jisoo’s reaction. She knew Jisoo would go crazy if the whale came out jumping from the water. Jisoo moves her hands excitedly as the whale leaps from the water. Jihyo can’t believe she caught this beautiful moment.

The whale stays afloat for a few minutes, eating the large amount of krill that swarms on the surface. Out of nowhere, Jisoo sees the calf pop its head, “Baby, baby!”

“You’re right; the baby saw you and wanted to say hi.”

“Baby, hi?”

“Yes, baby, wanted to say hi to Jisoo.”

Jisoo laughs, “Hug, baby!”

“Ohh, you can’t hug the baby; it's too big. Maybe when you’re older, you can swim with it.”

After going back and forth, Jisoo is convinced and understands that she can not hug the calf.

The boat arrives at the port, and the three of you give your thanks to the captain. “Bye-bye!” Jisoo turns around to Jihyo, says, “Jisoo hungry,” and rubs her belly.

You stop at a local Hawaiian shop and get some food before heading to the beach. When you arrive at the beach, Jihyo walks to a good spot with some shade as you carry your belongings. Jisoo watches and eats her pineapple ice cream and shouts, “Apa, tent!” rushing you to hurry with setting up the tent. “Okay, okay, I got it.”

After setting up the tent, you all enjoy some ice cream and food as you watch the waves crash to the shore. Jisoo extends her arms, “Ama, boobs, boobs!” Jisoo crawls to her mother and lifts up her shirt, exposing her bra. “Okay, okay, you want to drink mommy’s milk,” as she releases her breasts from her bra.

Jisoo immediately positions her head and attaches her mouth to Jihyo’s nipple. She starts to suck on Jihyo’s breast aggressively, causing her to moan slightly. You can’t help but laugh at Jihyo for her sudden reaction. She throws her bra, which hits your face. Jihyo laughs at you, but instead, you take her bra and give it a sniff, to which she says, “Babe, you’re gross.”

“Haha, you know we’ve done worse,” giving her a smirk.

“Haha, that’s true.”

After a few minutes of breastfeeding, Jisoo falls asleep, attached to her mother’s breast. Jihyo places her on the floor of the tent and covers Jisoo with her blanket. “Aww, she looks cute, doesn’t she.”

Suddenly, she feels your head on her lap, and you say, “Mommy, I’m hungry too,” giving her a pair of puppy dog eyes. She gives you an annoyed face before you attach your mouth to her breast. You slowly begin to suckle on her nipple, causing her to release a slow moan, “Ahh… babe. That feels nice.” You increase the pace of your sucking, which increases her cry. She can feel herself getting wet but then hears Jisoo whine in her sleep, making her release her nipple from your mouth.

“Why did you stop?”

“She’s going to wake up.”

“Dang, okay,” you pout.

The two of you instead lay next to Jisoo and talk about the past few days. The ups and downs and what is on the schedule for the next few weeks. She also asks you for an update on the house, which there is some process but is still a few months away from completion. Eventually, she falls asleep like Jisoo, and you decide to enjoy your time at this very moment.

You return to the house and have a light dinner before showering. Jihyo decides to bathe with Jisoo as you clean up the kitchen and get your items ready for tomorrow. After you are finished, you hop into the shower as Jihyo gets Jisoo ready for bed. With the water muffling any outside noise, you clear your head and enjoy your time alone.

Done with your shower, you see Jihyo covering Jisoo with her blanket. “She fell asleep so fast; she must have been so tired.”

“We did wake up earlier than usual. She didn’t even complain one bit throughout the day.”

“Our baby is growing up,” says Jihyo with a warm smile.”

“You’re right; our baby is growing up so fast.”

Jihyo then turns around and touches your chest, “Let’s continue where we left off.” She stares at you with lustful eyes and pushes you onto the couch.

“Wait… what are you doing?”

“I said I want to continue where we left off.”

“But Jisoo is here.”

“So, she’s asleep, and I don’t think she’ll wake up until tomorrow.” She undoes your towel and pulls out your limp cock, and gives it a few strokes. Jihyo lifts her oversized shirt and aligns your cock to her entrance, slowly lowering herself into your cock, causing her to moan.

With your cock between her walls, she slowly rides you. You can feel your core burning up and your cock throbbing due to her tightness.

She whispers in your ear, “I can feel your cock getting bigger inside of me,” which makes you immediately go to full size. Now, at full length, she increases the pace as she rides you like one of her toys.

You try not to make any noise and not wake up Jisoo, and you bite your lip and try your hardest not to make a sound. The only sound in the room is of flesh slapping against each other as Jihyo rides you like a mating bull.

You don’t want to be the only one nude, so you lift up Jihyo’s oversized shirt and toss it on the floor. With your hands on her ass, she begins to thrust harder, causing your thighs to turn red. To what seems like thirty minutes of pure riding, Jihyo knows you are at your limit. She comes closer to your ear and whispers, “I know you’re about to cum just like I am. So where do you want to shoot it? Inside or outside?”

It’s a no-brainer, and respond, “You know the only choice is inside.”

“Why did I even ask? You’re always one to get a girl dirty right after they get cleaned.”

“What can I say? I like marking my girls with my seed.”

Teasing you, she says, “And what do you like doing to your girls with your seed?”

“I like breeding them.”

“Ohh, you like breeding us?”

“Yes, just like right now. I want to breed you all night and give our daughter another sibling.”

“If you want to, do it.”

“Really?”

“No. You know how busy we are with the tour.”

“Fuck, you’re right.”

“But that doesn’t mean you can't just fuck me here and there. I’m on the pill, so you can cum inside of me as much as you want.”

“You really know how to make a guy happy, huh.”

“I know you like the back of my hand. I know you’re about to burst at any moment, so let me give you a push,” and lifts herself once more before slamming herself with full force.

Both of your floodgates burst wide open, releasing your orgasms at once. Her love juice and your thick cum collide with one another, mixing into something new. Jihyo spasms as she rides her orgasm, tightening her walls around your cock and milking you of all you’re worth.

After a few minutes, she regains her composure and asks you to bring her to bed. “You don’t want to clean yourself first?”

“No, why would I? I love the feeling of hot baby batter in my tummy.” You can't help but get turned on again. “I see our little friend here is still full of energy. How about you go clean up the mess, and if you’re still hard, I’ll let you sleep with your cock inside of me.”

You try your best to clean yourself and the mess before going to bed. Luckily, your friend didn’t disappoint and stood tall and proud the whole time.

You climb onto the bed slowly, not to wake Jisoo from her sleep. Jihyo turns around and whispers, "I guess you’re still hard. A promise is a promise," and turns around with her back facing you. She sticks her but out, teasing you as you get closer to her. She grabs your hard cock and aligns it to her entrance before taking in the first two inches of your meat. “It’s in, you can put in the rest.”

You grab her waist and shove your whole length inside her womb, causing her to moan slowly. Jihyo, in a spooning position with you, grinds herself onto you and makes sure that every inch of “you” is warm. She slowly falls asleep with your embrace and her baby next to her.

#twice smut #kpop smut #twice #twice fluff #kpop fluff #twice jihyo #jihyo x m reader #jihyo fluff #jihyo smut #jihyo x reader #park jihyo #jihyo #TM smut

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nanaminsmoon · 10 months

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toxic!connie x blackfem!reader

a/n: now i don't cosign toxic relationships but i had this idea and had to write it down🤭

cw: pnv, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, mentions of infidelity, yeah connie is a piece of shit, connie calls reader; 'ma', 'mami', 'baby', 'hermosa('gorgeous'), 'sabes que sólo te quiero, ma' ('you know i only want you, ma'), 'eres mi vida' ('you are my life'), 'dime que me amas, ma' ('tell me you love me, ma'), n word usage, gaslighting lowkey

wc: 2921

seeing as you had blocked him halfway through his trip, connie had low expectations when he came back from miami. however, his expectations had never lowered enough for him to be, even slightly, prepared to come back to a near enough empty apartment. especially not after you had spent the two weeks before he left, and the first few days he was gone, complaining about his absence. for the first two days he was out there, you were constantly calling and texting telling him how much you missed him and how empty your shared apartment felt without him there. then, on day three, you went silent. now stood looking at the half-empty coat rack, connie assumed that whatever drove you to that, had happened while he was still on his trip with his friends. and hopes that you had just gone to stay with a friend for a while were quashed when he realised that every single trace of you was gone; your walk-in wardrobe was empty, your vanity was empty, all your hair and skin products were no longer in the bathroom. this wasn’t some petty shit, you had left him.

”the fuck?”, he asked himself as he grabbed his car keys.

he went to every one of your friends’ addresses that he could remember, but they either wouldn’t open the door or, if they did, they claimed to have no idea where you were. he assumed that the ones who wouldn’t speak to him knew where you were. and, by now, he felt like he did too. so he went to the only other place you could be.

and, by happenstance, when he arrived at your family home you were helping carry the groceries into the house. you heard connie’s car before you saw it, giving you enough time to rush everyone inside and lock your car. unfortunately, connie caught onto what you were doing quite quickly so by the time you went to rush yourself inside, he was right outside the front door and he managed to pull you out by your arm. you’d try to move out of his grasp, but it just got tighter before he spun you around to look at him. and, once you saw how he had gotten more tanned, you actually got pissed off at just how fine he looked.

”what's up with you?”, he asked, hand still wrapped around your arm. but he would receive no response, so his free hand would move to your cheeks, squeezing them to open your mouth.

”i know this works, so use it”, he shook your face lightly, and a disgruntled huff would leave your mouth before you were removing his hand from your face.

”what d'you want, constance?”, an irritated hand moved to peel the one around your arm off, as your feet moved you a few steps back from him. but connie would just move with you.

”you know what i want. and don't call me that, you know i don’t like it”, he poked your side, and you kissed your teeth as you swatted his hand away. the severity of the situation still hadn’t clicked in connie’s mind, so he was just trying to find humour in how hard you were trying to avoid him. that obviously made you more pissed.

”you think i care about what you do, or don't, like after you was letting bitches shake ass on you in miami?”, you had seen video evidence of your man’s hoe activities, but he didn’t know that yet. so he’d just feign ignorance, and scrunch his eyebrows at you in ‘confusion’.

”the fuck are you talking about?”, he asked, grabbing at your hands when you tried to wave him off.

”don't play dumb, nigga, you know what I'm talking about.”, you’d remove your hands from connie’s to show him the screen recording of ony’s story that ymir had sent to you. but, even when presented with the video of eren holding connie up as he leaned back catching ass, he’d refuse to take accountability for his actions.

and what had started off as a somewhat civil conversation had raised in volume, mainly due to your boyfriend’s brazen attitude. your fervent discussion had caught the attention of your family members who just sat at the window watching you two argue. as well as that of a neighbour who you hadn’t even acknowledged. as pissed as you were, you weren’t having this conversation within the vicinity of prying ears. so connie would suggest continuing it in his car. and you should’ve known better than to agree because, as soon as you were both in the vehicle, he’d start it and drive off.

”connie, the fuck are you doing?”, you looked at him, nudging him slightly. but his eyes would be on the road as he brushed you off.

”i’m sick of this shit, we’re going home”, he spoke, turning up the music that was playing in an attempt to drown out your impending complaints. as if you couldn’t just turn it back down, and continue what you were saying??

”i’m not going nowhere with you, dickhead, take me back home”, you retorted, but connie just rolled his eyes.

”you’re really doin’ all this ‘cause of an ig story?”, he asked, finally looking at you.

”nigga, she was twerking on you!!”, your voice raised at him.

”y/n, i was just chillin’ and she came up to me and started dancing on me. that weren't even the full video, because if you saw the full video, you'd see that i moved her away and told her i had a girl at home. now, imagine my surprise when i come back and my home is empty”, all you could do is laugh at his excuse, because if you didn’t do that, you’d cry in frustration.

”connie, turn this car around”, the car had moved closer to the sidewalk as you approached a red light, so you’d try to open the door again. obviously it was still locked, but you were trying anything to get away from this man.

”this can’t be it, ma. you can’t be ending things because of some bitch in miami. not after all we've been through together.”, connie held your hand, his eyes locking with yours to earnestly plead with you, ”don’t let her just ruin what we have.”,

”are you okay?! you ruined what we have”, the hand connie wasn’t holding raised a pointed finger to lightly push at his temple, and exasperated air blew out of his mouth as he let your hand go and resumed driving.

”and now imma fix it”, he assured in annoyance.

once you arrived at your apartment car park, connie opened your door to allow you to, reluctantly, step out—ultimately choosing to just stand by the car with your arms crossed, mean mugging him. and, not knowing when to give up, connie pulled at one of your arms in an attempt to uncross them. and when all of it was to no avail, connie’d resort to old tactics; talking.

“y/n, you know how i feel about you. you think i'd throw that all away over some plastic booty in miami?”, the tips of your shoes would be touching when connie reached his arm around your body to grab at your ass—squeezing it for a second before pulling you into himself, “when i knew i had all this to come back to?”, he spoke lowly. a few drops of arousal dampened your underwear at the tone of his voice, his tan, and the sun-induced freckles on his face. but, no matter how long it had been, you had to pick up your dignity and move from him.

”get the fuck off me, constance”, you ordered, curtly, and connie acquiesced. though that didn’t mean he’d give up.

”c’mon, ma. let’s just go inside and talk about this”, he nodded towards the door of your apartment building. you knew what’d happen. it was the same thing that happened every time you guys argued, but you’d still begrudgingly let him walk you to your shared apartment.

and, as expected, no conversation was had. because, a gentlemanly façade would lead you through the door first and, as soon as your shoes were off, your feet were in the air as connie threw you over his shoulder. as soon as you realised your destination was your bedroom, you’d do nothing. of course he had pissed you off, but you hadn’t seen him in a week and you had missed him. none of your stuff was in the apartment, meaning you still had the upper hand. in some weird way. you would leave him…right after he took your clothes off, and greeted your aching clit with the cold metal of his tongue piercing. it became hard to believe that, not even an hour ago, your blood had been boiling—anger circulating your body with every heated beat of your heart. because that beating of your heart had migrated to the space between your legs, and its rhythm was in the process of being quelled by the plump lips holding your aching bud captive between themselves, as they sloppily sucked on it. a repetition of small moans from connie’s mouth formed hands that would incessantly pull at the tight knot forming in your stomach. those hands would be strengthened the moment the ball of metal began an uninterrupted course of small movements in between your wet folds. and the hands stroking over connie’s buzzcut would move to push his forehead backwards in an attempt to keep him dry,

”m-mess, connie, m-move”, was all you could get out in, what was meant to be, a warning. and connie would move your hand. both of his were on your thighs, pushing them apart as they began trembling. being the piece of shit he is, connie would move backwards and a cocky smile would grace his face at your loud, whiny complaints; an uproar that travelled throughout your whole body, as he heard faint sounds of cracking because of how hard your feet were curling. that’d be the encouragement directing him to continue his task. and, had he heeded your warning, his face and shirt wouldn’t have been covered in your release.

never one to be greedy, connie would have you taste yourself when your lips and tongues would meet in a sloppy kiss that you wished didn’t make you want him more than you ever had. the duration of this trip had been the longest you and connie had ever been separated, and you could feel it in the way your body reacted to his dick poking into you. the dignity you thought you had picked up from the floor had only elevated to sink six feet under the second your hands lifted to interlink at his nape, pulling him closer into you.

time and time again, your friends had warned you of the foolish antics of dominican men, but you never listened. connie was always so good to you, you never thought your heart would sit uneasily in your stomach as a consequence of his actions. but you were never mad at connie for too long. because no arguments could be made when coherence was being fucked out of your brain as your leg lay over his shoulder, and his lips were whispering promises into your ear during the intervals where they weren’t kissing the shell of it. soon, your frontal lobe would lose all functionality and you could barely remember why you were mad at a man with dick this good in the first place.

”sabes que sólo te quiero, ma”, wet words hit your nipple as his lips wrapped around it , ”eres mi vida, how could i want anyone else?”, and had you been able to form a rebuttal, it would’ve not been strong enough to overpower the moans leaving your parted lips.

”hm? i missed this pussy so bad, and when i come back you ain’t even here. imagine how that made me feel, hermosa”, connie momentarily pulled away from your nipple to stick his spit covered bottom lip out in a fake pout,

”you sorry?”, he asked, eyebrows solemnly meeting in the middle. and, still unable to get out a single word, you’d just nod. half of connie’s forgiveness would wrap around your nipple again, and the other half would work on raising the volume of your cries with the way it bullied that spongy spot inside of you.

”dime que me amas, ma”, he spoke around your nipple, and the little spanish you remembered would serve you well, and you’d tell yourself there was no way you were about to give him that after how he did you on that trip.

”ff-fuck y-you”, you stuttered out and, if you still had control over your limbs, your hand would’ve risen to point a middle finger in his face. but instead, it was connie’s hand that would move. rising to wrap around your neck—thumb and middle finger pushing lightly on either side of it, as his hips hastened. connie’s thrusts were only harsher because nothing would elate him more than you moaning out your affections for him as you came around him.

”that’s not what i asked you, hermosa.”, he tsked, eyes lidded as he looked down at you, ”now do i gotta ask you again, or you gonna use that pretty little brain of yours?”, concession was unfavourable, but he was making you feel so good that you would’ve done anything he asked of you.

”i-i lovee you, c-connie”, you whined out, nails digging into his arm. although you hadn’t nutted while saying those words to him, connie was still content at hearing them. so he’d hum back at you, before his verbal response resounded on the skin he was, once again, kissing on your chest.

”and i love you too, mami. let’s not fight anymore, hm?”, another pout would be pressed against your skin, meaning connie wouldn’t even see your aggressive nod in agreement.

all the suppressed feelings from the argument you guys had came back to surface quite quickly. connie wasn’t aggressive with you, his strokes were fast but deep and that was because he had missed you, and he just lost himself in it. and you could see it in his screwed eyebrows, and the group of sweat beads that had congregated on his forehead, keen to get a view of the fucked out woman underneath them.

”whose dick is this?”, connie spoke. and as if he knew you could barely hear anything at this point, he’d repeat himself when he got no reply, ”i asked you, whose dick this was”,

”m-mine. it’s m-mine”, you stammered out, hands hitting at his bare skin hovering above yours.

”so stop fucking playing wit’ me.” , his heart might’ve wanted you to hear those words, but his teeth fought to keep them in his mouth; those words were low, and barely enunciated. but their gravity was felt in the part of his dick pushing into your cervix. as well as in his following words,

”tell me you’ll stop”, and, feeling you start to get tighter around him, connie’s movements would slow when he knew you needed them at their fastest. the eyes that had been risking getting stuck in the back of their sockets would focus on his face again. it was blank; he needed that affirmation, and you’d gladly give it to him.

”finefinefine, i’ll stop. just lemme cum, connie, please lemme cum, p-please”, connie knew damn well that you’d probably have this conversation again, but hearing you beg under him while promising to trust him made his dick move inside you again.

”you’re always so good f’r me, baby”, he caressed your face, smiling warmly at you, ”you know you ain’t gotta ask, ma. this your dick, nut on it if you wanna”, so you would. it’d take two more thrusts for your walls to contract around his throbbing length.

”con-nie, i’m cummm—shittt”, your words could barely connect, but you just needed him to know how good he was making you feel. even though words weren’t needed when he could feel you around his dick, making it harder for him to maintain composure and keep moving inside you. and connie would try to keep it together, but he’d been thinking about nutting in you again for days now, so he stopped fighting the stuttering of his hips, and let them just do whatever when they decided to stop. their stagnancy would be followed by a warmth spreading inside you, and leaking to drip down you onto the bed sheets underneath you. and those sheets would be uncomfortably wet by the time you two finished. so you’d end up changing them together before he drove you to your family home to collect all your stuff and carry on as you always were.

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judeslove · 5 months

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family times

pairing - jude bellingham x gn!reader genre - fluff warnings - swearing, intended lowercase

today was going to be a good day. you and jude were going to babysit your niece who was coming over in a bit. you had planned the whole day. first, you’d bake cookies. then, you’d watch a movie. and after that, your niece, amalia gets to decide what to do.

“honey, they’re almost there. is everything done?” you asked. jude looked at you and nodded. his eyes were full of excitement and nervousness. you knew he’d be great with kids so you had no worries. then the doorbell rang.

“i’ll get it” you mumbled. jude walked behind you as you made your way to the door. you opened it and it revealed your niece with her mum.

“hey” she greeted. your niece immediately ran to you and hugged you. jude was smiling behind you.

you greeted her back and you also said your goodbyes and closed the door.

“hi jude” amalia happily said. she ran to jude as she waited to be greeted back.

“hello darling. want to bake cookies?” he asked making amalia squeal in joy.

they made their way to the kitchen and gathered all the ingredients. you questioned him about not using a recipe but he assured you that he was a master chef and that there was nothing to be afraid of. amalia laughed at jude making him laugh aswell.

“hehe, fuck” amalia mumbled while giggling as you let out a big gasp.

“ama, who teached you that word?” you asked in utter shock. you never would have thought that your innocent 5 year old niece would swear, but everything is possible.

“jude” she chuckled pointing at him. jude tried to have a innocent face but it was far from innocent as you saw the slight smirk creeping onto his face. suddenly, he couldn’t hold it anymore and broke into a laughter with amalia.

you pretended to be offended but after a while you started laughing with them. “really though, don’t say that word anymore, it’s not good” you told amalia with a serious face. she once again blurted out the word “fuck” and ran away causing you to chase after her. eventually you caught amalia and started ticking her.

the rest of the night was spent relaxing. finally it was time to say bye to amalia.

”bye bye” you and jude said. you shared one final hug and sent her off with her mum.

“y’know, you’re really good with kids” jude admitted. judging by the smirk on his face, he also meant something else.

“oh yeah? don’t get baby fever” you told him with a slap on his booty.

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amphitriteswife · 5 months

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How would Poseidon handle a baby?

🔱🪸Poseidon x amphy! Reader 🦈🐚

❗️Note: Reader is Amphitrite and dark skinned, she is mostly in the first half also ooc Poseidon

💙🤍tags💙🤍: @miss-seanymph-pani @vilereign @nicasdreamer @viostar2095

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Poseidon was staring at his son, Triton. His eyes slowly watching the little baby’s movements as he was sitting in your lap, his little hands playing with shark plushie. It was a gift from his older brother who seemed to adore his nephew. ‘AAarr! Aarrr!’ Triton said extending his arm towards you, his little hands moving the shark. Poseidon just looked at his son as if he was stupid. ‘No Triton, sharks don’t make sounds like that.’ Poseidon said to Triton who was wiggling his feet in annoyance. ‘AARRRR!’ Triton said louder as he moved the shark. Poseidon just sighed in frustration. ‘Why does he keep saying that?’ Poseidon asked you as he shot a glare at his son. Triton noticed this and looked back at him. Poseidon just stared at him, he looked exactly like himself, which was scary. Triton had his blonde hair and blue eyes but your dark skin. It made Poseidon’s skin crawl every time he saw the same deep blue emotionless eyes look at him. ‘He’s evil.’ Poseidon said staring at the same eyes as his own, just this time in a lil baby form. Triton heard him and started crying. His little face scrunched up and his eyes tightly shut. Poseidon flinched a little. Triton was no easy kid. He inherited your siren voice which meant that he had a beautiful voice…yet a high pitched one when it needed to be. Triton’s screams could be heard all around the palace. The glass shaking and even Poseidon had to cover his ears whole Triton was screaming and crying

You quickly grabbed Triton by his sides and lifted him in your arms. He instinctively laid his head against your shoulder and began to lower his voice. He was now crying like a regular baby. His little hands balled into fists which he touched your hair with. After a while he had calmed down and his scrunched up face went to pouty one. ‘Ama’ Triton said pointing his finger at random stuff in the room. Poseidon looked at him before he took Triton from your arms. ‘You look tired. Go to bed.’ Poseidon said to you with Triton trying to crawl up his shoulder. You agreed with him and gave him a kiss. This caught Triton’s attention, his little figure stopped trying to climb up Poseidon’s shoulder and turned to you, his little shark tail hitting Poseidon in the face. ‘Does he have to wear the stupid onesie?’ Poseidon asked as Triton reached for you with his tiny hands. You laughed a little at Triton and softly brushed his blonde hair with your fingers. This resulted in him smiling at you and wiggling his legs as he giggled softly. Poseidon readjusted his grip on Triton and gave you another kiss. Upon seeing Poseidon kissing you Triton’s smile turned upside down as he again wiggled his little legs, only this time in annoyance. You smiled at Triton who was babbling to Poseidon and gave him a kiss on his head. Triton smiled and reached the top of his with his lil arms just where you kissed him. Poseidon just stared at the baby as if he was the devil. You patted Triton’s head before you went to your chambers.

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‘Hey- stop that- Get down from there! Don’t put that in your mouth!-’ While you went to bed, Poseidon had a whole baby to take care of. He never understood how you could take care of…this. He didn’t like how the baby looked at him as if he was going to beat him up. Triton,who missed you dearly, was crawling around the room and throwing stuff at Poseidon. ‘Hey- Quit that! That’s not how a prince should behave!’ Poseidon told Triton sternly. Triton just looked at him innocently before he stuck his tongue out at him. Poseidon frowned and narrowed his eyes at the baby before he poked his cheek. Triton reacted by shaking his head and closing his eyes which Poseidon had to admit was cute. Poseidon watched Triton as he sat on the floor, hands on his lap and back straight. It was common for him to act with ✨etiquette✨ even when it came to watching his baby. His eyes watching how triton was interested in his own hands, turning them and clenching them into fists, rather than the million toys he bought him. His strict tactics didn’t work, so he tried mimicking what you always did to Triton. He softly grabbed Triton by his sides and brought him to his face. ‘Why won’t you play with the toys?’ Poseidon asked him in a gently voice as he looked his little baby in the eyes. He could hear Triton’s little breath’s his little blue eyes searching for something before they found it’s destination. His hands reached for the curl hanging down on Poseidon’s face as he put it in his mouth. Poseidon sighed and softly pulled his har out of Triton’s mouth and instead brought his binky to his lips. Triton opened his mouth to take the binky but just before that Poseidon turned it so that it was upside down, this way Triton let go of the grip he had on Poseidon’s luscious blonde hair and instead brought his hand to his binky. Triton sucked on the binky and blinked at Poseidon who was sliding his hair back so that Triton won’t grab it again. Triton began to fuzz in the time Poseidon was fixing his hair. Poseidon looked at the baby in confusion and thought to himself for a moment, after a while he looked at the clock and realized Triton must be hungry.

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Poseidon was looking at his baby who was sitting in the high chair with a plate of food in front of him. He was around 9 months and had already started weaning. On his plate was broccoli (that Poseidon ofcourse didn’t make) A sweet coconut yogurt and some nuggets. Triton was sipping on his juice and looking at Poseidon. After a while his attention shifted to the plate, his little fingers crabbing the broccoli, he made a sound and started swinging it around. ‘No. Don’t do that.’ Poseidon told him and softly grabbed his fist and tried opening it. He underestimated his strength and it took way more of his to actually make him drop the broccoli. Triton in the mean time had his eyes set on the yogurt. Poseidon held a baby friendly spoon in front of Triton who was reaching for it in slow motion. After he got the spoon in his grasp he scraped it against the plate before he tried stirring the yogurt, resulting in some getting onto the spoon. Triton blinked a few times in interest before he started eating the yogurt, which he finished pretty fast. Poseidon took his bib and wiped his mouth. Triton wasn’t too fazed by it and started on his nuggets, he took a bite and his eyes went wide, put a hand over his mouth and started blowing. Poseidon couldn’t help but laugh a little at how Triton reacted to the heat of the nugget. Triton kept chewing and eventually got used to it. He then also cleared his nuggets and pointed to his juicebox. Poseidon grabbed it and held it in a way so that two os his fingers weren’t too far from the straw. This way Triton couldn’t accidentally shove the straw on the back of his throat. Triton took a few sips and then looked at the broccoli on his plate. He took a bit and scrunched up his face before he spit it out. This made Poseidon sigh as Triton refused to eat Broccoli since he was 7 months. Triton shook his head when Poseidon offered him the broccoli again but this time in a manner that he would feed him. Mid shook Triton stopped and looked at something else. He grabbed Poseidon’s hand and tugged on it while whining. ‘What? Stop whining.’ Poseidon said as he took Triton out of his high chair and put him on his lap. Triton pointed behind him and he turned around to see what he wanted. He wanted an orange. Poseidon look at the bowl of oranges and then back at Triton who was making grabby hands at it. He put Triton back in his high chair and grabbed a orange, peeled it and fed it to Triton in little pieces. Triton’s mood shifted to a happy and cheerful one after he got his orange.

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After Triton’s dinner Poseidon was holding the baby in his arms. One placed on his daiper and the other on his back, softly patting it. Triton’s head was laid into the crook of his neck. Poseidon gently patted his back and slightly bounced him in his arms to make him sleepy. He actually had to admit that this wasn’t so bad, despite it being very tiresome he Triton was a cute baby…that was until he felt something in his diaper and looked down and the baby. ‘Did you just shit on me?’ Poseidon asked highly offended ‘nu uh. Take it away.’ Poseidon said to a servant and handed over the baby immediately.

After a while you woke up and Poseidon was so thankful that he kissed you. ‘That thing shat on me!’ Poseidon complained to you. ‘How could he do that to me! I’m his father! That’s so disrespectful!’ Poseidon ranted to you. You just plopped your head back on the bed and saw that Triton was sleeping his crib, you smiled and closed your eyes to go back to sleep despite Poseidon still ranting.

⭐️Thank yall for reading this ⭐️

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natashaslesbian · 1 year

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Babble

Summary: Natasha’s 18 month old says her first word

Word Count: 462

Pairings: (Daughter!Reader x Mama Natasha)

Flufffyyyy

Warnings: none :))

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“..aamm..aamm aamm!” Little y/n babbled “mama, can you say mama?” Natasha asked her 18 month old “aammaa” y/n said, clapping her hands together “almost baby” the red head giggled as she lifted her daughter from her high chair, setting her back down on her playmat. Tiny hands quickly latched onto the pink circular rattle “ama” y/n mumbled. Natasha joined her baby on the carpet and soon grabbed her attention with the talking teddy bear “ba ba!” The little girl squealed “yeah bear bear!” Her mommy said “wanna play with bear bear?” Y/n nodded excitedly and reached out for the brown bear.

After a few hours of play it was bathtime, y/n’s favourite part of the day. Layers of strawberry bubbles arose in the bath; the one year old was eager to jump in. Little feet were placed in the warm water and

y/n yelled out in joy “is that nice baby?” Natasha asked “do you wanna play mermaids?” She said as she pulled out the box of bath toys “ama may may!” Y/n mumbled “yeah mama gonna play mermaids with you!” Natasha said. The two of you spent a few extra minutes in the bath playing mermaids before your mommy gently lifted you out and wrapped you up in your frog hooded towel.

After getting dressed, it was time for your ‘sleepy time story’ tonight you chose Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs “ama wed!” you mumbled “yes mama will read” Natasha said as she curled up with you in the rocking chair. You tried desperately to keep your eyes open for the bedtime story but your little body was so tired. Towards the end of the story you began to nibble on the sleeve of your mommy’s jumper, inhaling her scent “and they all lived happily ever after” Natasha finished. You clapped your hands together “maw maw maw” you squealed “there isn’t any more baby, that’s the end! We’ll have another story tomorrow night ok?” Your mama said as she lightly pinched your nose “mka” you giggled.

“Ok sweetheart” Natasha said she tucked you up into bed “now you have good dreams ok baby” you tugged your blankie up to your face as you curled into a little ball “wuv ou mama” you whispered. Natasha froze, not quite believing what you just said “I love you too y/n” your mommy said as she left a kiss on your forehead. A single tear fell from her eye as she drew your door closed, slightly ajar with just a crack of light peeping through. Natasha had been waiting for this moment her whole life, her gorgeous baby looking up to her like she was a good person. And maybe she was, she was certainly a great mom. She was certainly your perfect mommy.

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Soft mama nat<3

-Astara🩷

#marvel #natasha romanoff #black widow #marvel fic #avengers #nat x reader #natasha x daughter!reader #natasha x little!reader

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magenta-embers · 7 months

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My Jikook Journey

Part 2 of my intro.

From "multi-shipper" to "...wait a goddamn minute."

This will be a messy and detail-lacking overview because I could easily do an individual post on each thing I mention here and delve deeper (AMA!).

When I became an ARMY in 2018, I was excited about the treasure trove of fanfics now available to me. The ship didn't really matter, but my bias was/is Jimin (bias wrecker Tae then) so the very first fic I read was a vmin camping one (there was only one sleeping bag, gasp!). For me, shipping meant I'd read fanfics or save fanart of certain pairs together because in a fictional sense/in another universe, they make a good couple. I think this is a healthy approach, keeping that boundary between reality and fiction.

When I mentioned to my k-pop fan step-sister that I was reading vmin, she gave me a weird look. She said taekook is THE ship of BTS, which confused me because vmin seemed to be closer and have better chemistry than Tae and JK. Turns out, she was right. Searching by most kudos on ao3, you get a shit ton of taekook. I accepted it readily and just thought I must be missing something since I was a baby ARMY, so I read those super popular fics and started to enjoy taekook too. I started to focus more on them because... it felt like that was what I was supposed to do.

It's a common problem, isn't it? Baby ARMY who are open to shipping are quickly found and "guided" to taekook before they have a chance to glance in another direction. If they try, taekookers, who are the majority in the shipping sphere, will convince them that taekook is THE ship. Even if they aren't ARMY (my step-sister), they know that much. As a new fan, you just want to fit in, so you'll go along with what's most popular. Some people eventually find their own way, but many don't. Asking questions is vital, but if you do it aloud, you risk getting attacked by a small but extremely aggressive portion of the most infamous fanbase.

Even back then while just innocently reading any well-written fic I could get my hands on, I noticed that Jungkook was usually portrayed as a lot edgier and darker than he really was (manifested the 2023 JK aesthetic) and Taehyung was constantly portrayed as... Jimin. Especially in fan art. For some reason, a lot of the time, the appearance/vibe/personality of Taehyung was truer to Jimin than to himself, and that confused me. "Why not just make it Jungkook x Jimin?" I kept seeing them trying to force Taehyung into the dynamic that Jimin has with Jungkook when their own dynamic was perfectly fine.

Slipping down the pipeline, I started to watch taekook moments/analysis videos because I thought gotta be missing something, right? That's how I found out people are convinced they're dating, and it wasn't just a fun fic/art thing. The videos themselves were... something. There were just way too many red circles, too much slow-mo, and too much mind-reading going on for me to take any of it seriously. Plus, the moments that weren't exaggerated were just close friend skinship. Hell, Taejin were doing more sus shit together than taekook.

And yet people insist on taekook even when taekook do nothing to insist on themselves.

At this point, it was deep into 2019. Jikook were wilding in 2019. Even I was noticing all the... little things that made me raise an eyebrow. The touches that lingered just too long in rather intimate areas, the fond/awed looks at each other, the shameless flirting, the complete lack of physical boundaries, and the normalness of it all between them. That's telling. Even though I was mainly a taekooker with a shit ton of fanart and fics saved to my phone, if you looked at my liked YouTube videos around that time, I had jikook moments videos saved, not taekook, because their moments were just more fun/juicier to watch overall. They just interacted differently than they did with other members.

A quick example would be a video compilation of taekook holding hands. Sure, they're holding hands, maybe even interlocking fingers, but they're usually standing side by side and looking in different directions or just having a neutral expression. But if you watch a jikook one, not only is it much longer, but it's just different. I feel like I'm interrupting sometimes. Even in such a simple action like holding hands, there's a softness, an intimacy there that doesn't exist in taekook. Jikook wouldn't just be holding hands (usually for absolutely no reason), they'd be looking into each other's eyes, smiling sweetly, fully turned toward each other, attention completely captured by the other. How can I explain the look in their eyes? It just doesn't exist with vmin, yoonmin, jihope, etc.

Sidebar: All of those pairs have flirty/sus moments as most really close friendship dynamics do, but they're lighthearted to me and never invoked a true sense of.... whoa whoa whoa, hang on. If Jungkook and Jimin were my close friends IRL and I saw the way they are together, my alarms would go off. As either, "Oh my god, they're fucking," or "Oh my god, they wanna fuck each other." People always say, "Oh, Jimin's like that with everyone." No. No, he's not. Pay attention. Really pay attention to the differences in the dynamics between members. None of them have the "same" relationship. Especially pay attention to how the rest of the members react to Jikook.

Anyway,

So here I was noticing this... deeper intimacy in simple interactions with those two (because I'm a human being with eyes and life experience), and yet my Twitter timeline would just dismiss them entirely. "I love their friendship," "Wow their brotherhood is so beautiful," and "They're all so close," and normally these statements wouldn't bother me because technically they're true, but I started noticing that taekook or yoonmin would brush shoulders and everyone would be like, "Omg taekook/yoonmin married/boyfriends/real," over nothing. Their moments are cute/sweet/funny, but never more than that. The blatant hypocrisy did frustrate me a little, but ultimately I didn't overthink it; I didn't want to be delulu or look too deeply into anything because I still thought I must be missing something. Taekook is the most popular for a reason, right? Right?

But Taekook died for me when Tae told Taekookers to get out of their imagination. I respected that from him and took it at face value. It was the most aggressive shutdown of shipping we've ever had. I couldn't brush him off. It's disrespectful. He's uncomfortable.

Meanwhile, over the next couple of years, Jungkook and Jimin only got more suspicious in the minor interactions and in the big staple moments. Rosebowl. Hickeygate. Etc. Everyone was bending over backward trying to explain away the things these two did with each other, and it's always the same excuses. I was also trying extremely hard to think of any reason other than the simplest one because I didn't want to be delulu.

Because there was no way two members of a boyband were actually in a long-term relationship together. Especially in a conservative country.

Ridiculous. Unrealistic. Delulu.

I was basically telling myself in a mirror that they were just extra super duper close friends with muddy boundaries that meant sucking ears and giving neck hickeys was okay. I did allow there to be the thought that, maybe they're friends with benefits and that unavoidable intimacy now bleeds through into their regular interactions.

That opinion carried until 2023.

Isn't that funny?

2023.

The year so many jikookers gave up and bemoaned that those two weren't close anymore or had broken up is the year that finally convinced me.

What tipped me over?

Jungkook's vlives.

The way he kept watching videos of Jimin when he could just phone him. It reminded me of me watching Jimin, but I'm just a fan; I watch those videos because it's the only way I can appease my yearning to be close to and connected to Jimin, and absorb everything that he does or says or is.

Jungkook doesn't have that limitation, so why's he sitting there like a lovesick puppy with the fondest/most loving eyes when he could have Jimin over with just a call? Why's he sitting there looking like he's also yearning for something he can't have like us, the fans, when he can have it? He has Jimin's number. You don't need to watch yourself tease Jimin. You can just go do it. Just text him, bro.

It felt like he just wanted to bask in Jimin without interruption, without distraction, without having to force his attention elsewhere. Beyond being incredibly sweet, it also felt like Jungkook was making a statement, a point, because he kept doing it. Why? Is he somehow obsessed with his friend and bandmate whom he's seen almost every day for over a decade? If it was to promote him, he really didn't have to do all that? He didn't do it for the others, not to that extent.

Watching Jimin, talking about Jimin, singing Jimin's songs, fkn playing Letter on guitar. (The naked vlive flirting session? Lord, what.)

The man kept having vlives with a significant Jimin focus. He insisted on it enough times that it felt like he was trying to slap some sense into me. His insistence bothered me enough for me to finally do a deep dive into jikook.

Down the rabbit hole, I went. The more I learned, the more my jaw dropped. Where the fuck was all this info on my timeline when these motherfuckers were celebrating the most basic kpop boy interactions as if they were wedding vows? I even ended up seeing pictures/info we as fans were never meant to see at the bottom of that hole. If you know, you know.

Eventually, I ended up on this video (bless this fucking channel).

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I want everyone to understand that I had zero knowledge of established relationship timeline theories. I went into this video blind, just trying to find the point in time when JK started to warm up to Jimin. That's not what I found. I found something so much better.

Especially 2013-2015 had me in awe. I think I cried. Jimin and Jungkook had a fattest, cutest mutual crush on each other. Absolutely. And because they were young, not that famous, and still rookies with media and camera training, we get a lot of insight into those two that we wouldn't get in later years when they learned how to mask and behave more "idol"-like. Jimin was especially loud, almost sadly loud. If you haven't watched the timeline of at least those early years, I implore you to. It actually blew my mind and broke/healed my heart. It's really bittersweet to see two teenage boys with little to no experience in anything romantic trying to come to terms with themselves while also coming to terms with each other. It's like watching a coming-of-age romance movie.

I saw clear shifts from when the relationship hit turning points in certain years. I proposed a timeline in my head based on that. Imagine my fucking surprise when I found out other people have also come up with timelines, and more surprising yet, they were all unbelievably similar to mine, down to what changed in what half of the year. I, who had no previous knowledge that this was even a thing. I just noticed it all on my own. We were all seeing the same thing. The same changes. No red circles, no slow-mo, no mind reading. It's all in the body language.

I panicked a little because overall it seemed too good to be true, so I reached out to a taekooker friend to send me her best evidence videos and receipts because I just had to make sure I wasn't going totally delulu here. I needed to see that the other biggest ship had interactions and moments on the same level with that same consistency, maybe even their very own relationship timeline to bring me back down to Earth. But... there's nothing. Really, there's nothing between taekook. Not one moment where I was like, oh? You'll find hours-long jikook content videos that are absolutely jam-packed with content, significant content, but that sort of depth just doesn't exist for taekook. Instead, you get conspiracy theories.

I watched most of the videos on that best of jikook channel and several other staple channels. It wasn't as if I bought into everything presented. I still rolled my eyes at many things that were blown out of proportion by some creators, and jikook isn't free from red circles and slow-mo and bullshit. And yet, I was still overwhelmed by the mountain of crisp receipts dumped on my head.

Jikook have much, much more solid evidence supporting the theory that they are together than evidence against it. I took the facts as they are, took my social experiences for what they are, took my psychology background for what it is, and concluded that they are most likely together, probability-wise. At the very least, they are the ONLY pair in BTS that have ANY legitimate possibility of being romantically involved. If jikook isn't real, then none of the other ships have any hope whatsoever, let's not kid ourselves. It's them or none of them.

They also have much, much more evidence that they are together than with any random man or woman you wanna throw at them. There needs to be valuable evidence or a total shutdown for me to tip the scale. I'm going to need Jimin or Jungkook to state, "I am not dating anyone at all," or "Get out of your imagination," or a bighit relationship announcement, or a clear video of lip-on-lip action or very intimate interaction with someone else.

Frankly, I don't give a single fuck about a grainy pic/video when it's 2023 and there's no excuse for that. I don't give a fuck who owns the same vase or cooking pots. I don't give a fuck if either of them hugged a woman. These are not evidence. These aren't even as good as the worst Jikook evidence.

At this point in time, Jikook is still the only viable option with the information we currently have available to us. This is my opinion and I stand by it.

At the end of the day, the thing I want most is for Jimin to be happy. Currently, it seems that Jungkook makes Jimin the happiest (as Jungkook says). As long as that holds true, I'll be here. If that changes at some point in time, I'd accept it.

But until that day comes, what the fuck else am I supposed to think?

#Jikook

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purpleyoonn · 1 year

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The Line Between Love and War 7

C H A P T E R 7:

THE AMA’S AND BLUSHING

“It is said that the night sky is made up of tiny wishes that humans were never able to fulfill. That the stars only became bright by the fulfillment of those wishes. In your eyes, the stars that shine never seemed real, your childhood wishes dark and dim as you grow. But now, now you understand the twinkle in their eyes as they look down at you.”

Summary: Your experiences told you that soulmates were something you would never have the pleasure of having; something not given to you because of who you are, despite the soulmark that resides on your inner left wrist. During your solo trip to Los Angeles, you find out that you are more than capable, that your soulmates had been waiting for you for a long time, and would not be letting you go anytime soon.

Genre: soulmate au, bts au, idol bts, polyamory relationship, eventual smut

Paring: Idol!BTS x autistic!mc

Status: Ongoing (randomly updated)

Warnings: mental illness, talk of disability, lots of angst, miscommunication, feelings of depression, feelings of isolation, polyamory bts, stalking, dangerous behavior, eventual smut,

Chapter Warnings: anxious feelings, some drama, insecurities, becky g to the rescue, safety issues come up, not too much going on, a slight shutdown*, relationship first, actual soulmate bonding begins now,

Taglist: @azazel-nyx @yuzon3 @hannahdinse8 @quirkybtsarmy @mageprincess7 @fluffy-canada-pancakes @suckerforv @chaoticthingpizza @drissteele @carolinexkpop @avadakadabra93 @lachimolala22019 @justaweird0 @singukieee @welcometomyworld13 @toughbook @kimana122 @kpopmultistantrashsstuff @0funsite0 @joyless-living @sinceritythatcouldntbedelivered @elliott-calls @psychosupernatural @kyuupidwrites

*shutdown: an autism shutdown, or autistic shutdown, is when a person’s brain becomes so overloaded they can’t control reactions or they become totally unresponsive or frozen. Shutdowns are related to meltdowns. In the case of a shutdown, the person will feel as though they might be trapped in their body, unable to move or respond to any external stimulus.

Masterlist // Chapter 6 // Chapter 8

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Previously on The Line Between Love and War:

You nod your head at his question, not knowing if you could accurately answer his question without knowing the context or possible situation he could be referring to. Namjoon just takes your answer for what it was, a probability. Nodding in his own way, he then goes to ask how you feel about attending the American Music Awards that were to take place the next day.

“If it’s okay, I think I would like to go, but I don’t want to be on the red carpet. I don’t want to take the event away from you all and I don’t think I’m comfortable with being on it.” You were honest with him, something he would never fault you for. He was happy you were being honest with him and with yourself.

“Don’t worry baby, we can work things out with Seungho. I’m glad you are going with us though. I know we would feel more at ease with you by our sides.” He moved forward, catching you slightly off guard as he placed a sweet kiss to your cheek before getting up and leaving you to your thoughts and the wordsearch across your lap.

You were dreaming, you had to be. Like, there was no other option that your brain agreed with. You had to be dreaming, and your fantasy seemed way to out of the park to be considered real.

You were currently in a light purple, almost lavender, silk soft dress. It had straps that were a couple inches in width, making you feel more comfortable with the fact that it had a deeper cleavage then you were used to. The dress went to the floor, and the stylist gave you heels to wear. It showed off your soulmarks, something the boys were extremely happy with.

There was something so primal about your soulmate showing off their soul mark, their connection to you. The boys were possessive in nature, something anyone could see, and it extended to you. You were their mate and for you to have your mark on display, it had them buzzing.

You had never worn heels before and waddled like a baby deer as you entered the room the boys told you to go into when you were done. It’s where you knew you had to be dreaming as most of the boys were in various stages of undress, Namjoon only in his boxers as he stood near the clothing rack.

You were gaping at them, wide-eyed for a couple of seconds before blinking quickly, trying to figure out if you were truly seeing what was in front of you.

There was no way you weren’t dreaming. It makes sense.

Only you would come up with a dream where BTS were your soulmates and they were currently undressed in front of you. There was no way it was reality.

Taehyung was the first to notice you, smiling big as he moved to where you were standing, watching the door be closed by Seungho. You were just standing there, eyes wide as you practically stared at the rest getting dressed. He didn’t care about his own state of undress, pants barely buttoned as he walked in front of you.

He couldn’t tell what you were thinking, but he had seen the look in your eyes before. The small glint in the corner where you questioned everything. You wore it a lot in your dreams where you tried to rationalize everything. He could only guess that you thought you were dreaming, more distinctly you thought you were dreaming that they were your soulmates.

He knew from your dreams over the past week that you still didn’t truly believe that you were their missing soulmate. It hurt sometimes, Jimin clinging to him as they talked about how they would convince you, past what they were already doing.

“Hey baby.” Your eyes shifted to now focus on Taehyung, who kissed you on the forehead before gripping your hands in his and leading you to the small two-seater that was next to his dressing area. It was then that the others began to notice you were in the room.

“Hey pretty girl.” Hobi had come up with his shirt half unbuttoned to greet you, hand locking with yours as his eyes moved slowly down your figure, taking in every inch of you he could see. It had you growing flustered, their touch slowly moving the dreamlike haze from your eyes.

“Hi Hobi.” Your voice was quiet as you tried to hide the blush growing on your cheeks. Now that their touch was bringing you back, you were beginning to grow flustered at the amount of skin the boys were slowly covering. It seemed they were trying to see how slowly they could get dressed.

Once they realized you were in the room, watching them get dressed, their stage personas came out and they made to see how quickly they could fluster their youngest mate. Jimin especially was having fun with this, winking at you as he slowly pulled his pants up his thighs and over his hips. He had you looking away the fastest, a win in his eyes, seeing the blush you had on your neck and cheeks.

Jungkook, however, saw things differently. He was the first to finish getting ready and was quick to move to where you were sitting and wrap you up in his arms. He hooked his chin over your shoulder and snuggled in close, loving the blush that was accompanied by the warmth of your arms covering his own that wrapped across your stomach.

“You look beautiful in this dress, baby.” His words brushed across your shoulders causing tingles to move down your spine, both his tone and his breath across your skin being the cause. You could practically feel the heat of his words against you, the temperature in the room spiking because of it.

“You look good too, Koo.” You turn to look at him, your eye catching on the way he played with his lip piercing. You didn’t even catch his eyes looking you over as you turned back around.

“Jungkook, you’re going to get your suit wrinkled. Come here, princess.” Jin had come up to you, knowing that you were getting overwhelmed and Jungkook was about to catch the attention of their head stylist, none of them wanting to witness her fury at the sight of wrinkled clothing.

He helped you stand up, hands on your waist as he held you steady on your still wobbly legs. Heels were not your thing and you didn’t think you would ever get used to them. It was then you realized that everyone was ready, only a few hair touchups needed from the game Jimin and Yoongi were playing.

“You really do look beautiful, baby. This dress looks amazing on you.” He grinned, loving the purple on you knowing what it represented to them. You just reached down, rubbing slightly at your heels as you responded.

“Yeah well, my ankles aren’t going to look so amazing once the night is over. I feel like a newborn deer.” Your words were rung true by you trying to walk forward, legs shaking and almost falling over.

Taehyung caught you, a hand on your back as he steadied you. He held a smile on his lips as helped you walk to the door where the others were now waiting.

“Let’s go my deer.” You only shook your head at his attempt to make you smile, the others laughing at Taehyung’s pun.

The plan was for you to leave the vehicle after the boys exit for the red carpet. You would be driven a little further down where you would be able to walk behind the red carpet backdrop and in to the Microsoft Theater where the awards would be taking place.

Seungho would accompany you into the theater and help you find where you were to be seated. You were assured by the boys and Sejin that you would have your own seat with the boys, that you would be able to sit there while you waited for the boys to join you.

There were three other security members with the boys, making sure nothing happened while on the carpet, doing interviews and taking pictures. They were also to ensure that nothing negative was said about you or the bond, which didn’t matter so much to you as it did to the boys.

The car was not silent when you arrived, each of the boys moving to hug you and reassure you that they were only seconds away if needed. Namjoon especially was worried, knowing exactly how the media would spin even the slightest breath in a negative way.

“Boys, please. It will be okay. I will have Seungho with me and I will just be seated in our assigned spots. Nothing is going to happen.” Okay, maybe you were optimistic about everything right now, but it was only to save face. You were really anxious about the entire night, not wanting to do anything that would upset anyone, especially the boys or army.

Once the door was opened by one of the security team, the boys sent you worried glances as they exited the car, Jin blowing you a kiss before the door closed behind them. You could see all of the photographers lined up and already taking pictures of the boys, some even trying to catch a glance of you in the car.

It was already rumored that you would be in attendance, a picture of the seating arrangements having been leaked the day before when it was being set up. This had the boys worried, but everyone was reassured by Sejin that the team had been prepared for this.

The management team for the boys had already prepared in the event that their last mate would be found, knowing the amount of attention that would be aimed your way. They knew people would try and do anything to get even the smallest glance or fact about you.

The headphones Yoongi had bought for you, the ones you wore to the concert, had already been sold out the following day. Army worked quick in finding out which ones you wore and acted fast, buying out the entire stock through multiple stores.

To say you were shocked was an understatement. Taehyung had even taken a short video of you and posted it to twitter with the caption “army at it again”. In the video, you had your mouth open wide in shock as you look at the website for the store Yoongi had gotten the headphones from. Jungkook was leaning over the back of the couch to look at your screen and pointing at it, laughing as he knows extremely well how quick army could be.

Seungho had opened the door for you when the car stopped again, this time towards the back where you could safely make your way to the theater and to your seats.

“Are you ready for your first appearance, Y/n?” He holds his hand out to help you out of the car as he smiles at you.

“Not at all.” You smile back, thoroughly in awe at how quick your life changed. Just a week ago, you were in your hotel room about to make your way to the Line store, and now you were at the AMA’s with your idol soulmates.

You were quiet as Seungho led you through the slightly narrow walkway and into the theater where you were met by one of the coordinators. After a quick talk where he had to show his badge and your own, he led you down to where the artists would be sitting.

While you were looking around the theater in awe, the boys were being interviewed and having their pictures taken on the carpet.

“Now, I think congratulations are in order. I believe everyone has seen the announcement of you guys finding your final soulmate.” The interviewer gestures to the surrounding people as she spoke.

“Is there anything you can tell us about your final soulmate?” She finally asks the question the boys were waiting for. Namjoon internally sighs as he moves to answer.

“She is the sweetest person. She has a big heart and it feels like we’ve known her forever.” He doesn’t even have to fake the smile or glint in his eyes as he talks about you. Jimin moves forward a little as he leans closer to one of the microphones.

“Y/n is beautiful and we are doing our…best to get to know her better.” He stumbles a bit as he tries to find the right word but he gets a pat on the back from Namjoon, making him feel he did good.

“Well, I’m sure army is extremely happy that your bond is now complete.” Yoongi wants to roll his eyes at the woman’s comment, knowing that her tone was anything but happy.

“We actually have another question that has come in from some comments on our twitter page. The fans want to know if your final mate is an army and who her bias is?” This question has the boys looking at each other, wondering if they should answer or not. Jin decides to take the microphone.

“She is army and her bias is BTS.” The boys all internally applaud their eldest mate for his quick thinking, some even trying not to roll their eyes at his blatant wink at the end.

The woman just laughs, obviously fake as she was hoping to stir up some kind of drama. She tries to ask another question but is told by one of their team that her time was over. She doesn’t even say any goodbye as she walks away from them, her cameraman following.

“Wow.” Jungkook mutters under his breath, Hobi agreeing.

“I knew we would get some questions about Y/n, but not like that.” Taehyung says low, knowing they don’t need anyone listening in, despite speaking in their native Korean. They never knew who could translate or speak their language while in the states. Look at you, they didn’t expect for you to be able to speak almost fluent Korean when they found you.

Almost every question they had received so far, besides one of the interviewers they were more familiar with, had been about you. And while they loved that they were able to talk about you and show the world how much they already loved you, it made some of the boys feel weird.

-*-*-

You had found your seats, almost right up front with an amazing view of the stage when a man had walked up to you. Seungho was quick to usher you behind him as he moved forward to stop the man from coming any further.

“Excuse me Miss, you cannot sit there. I’m going to have to ask you to move to the designated seat filler area until the show starts.” Seat fillers were regular people who had to go through some kind of vetting process to be able to fill the seats within award shows. They typically moved from seat to seat so it looked like the audience was always full whenever an artists had to leave.

Seungho, who held both of your passes, just looked at the man and held his hand up, preventing the man from getting closer to you like he was trying to do.

“We have our passes right here. This is her artist pass.” He hands the man your pass hoping this would resolve the issue.

“Is this some kind of joke?” The man now looks angry as he holds up your artist pass with your name on it and the logo for BTS, the word soulmate accompanied underneath in bold writing. He tries to move past Seungho to grab your arm but Seungho is quick to push the man away.

“I can assure you this is not a joke.” You were quiet as Seungho moves to protect you from the now visibly angry man.

“I’ve never seen this pass before. It doesn’t even look like an artist pass. I’m going to have to ask you to leave if you don’t move to the seat filler area.” He spits at you both like he would be just as happy to physically remove you.

“Why would you think this is a joke, Sir?” You ask the man, making both heads turn towards you, Seungho with a weary look and the man who seems to pause at hearing you speak.

“There is no way you can be their soulmate. Look at you.” He gestures to you, not even caring that other people were now looking your way, other artists and celebrities who had now begun to enter the theater for the awards show.

The words coming from this man’s mouth make Seungho’s blood boil. Of the week he has known you and been assigned to be your head security, he has seen how insecure you had been about everything, including your looks. He is aware that there is some trauma from your home life that aids into your insecurities, but he doesn’t know the full story.

Either way, that is never how you should talk to or treat someone. But before he could say anything, someone else interrupts.

“Oh my goodness, girl! You look amazing!” You see Becky G walking up to you and bringing you into a hug. To say you were starstruck was an understatement. You had been watching her videos since she was on YouTube, growing up listening to her songs.

When she pulls back from the hug, she turns around to face the man. “Is there something wrong?” She has an arm around you and the other on her hip as the speaks to the worker. He just starts to sputter like a fish, trying to figure out what to say.

“You know this woman?” Was what he managed to spit out, looking between you and Becky with confusion.

“Of course! She is one of my friend J-Hope’s mates.” She gestures to the two couches that have the words “BTS and Soulmate” on the cards resting on the cushions. Becky looked between the man and the placard with a raised eyebrow, not even waiting before taking your pass from his hands and handing it to Seungho.

“What’s going on here, baby?” Namjoon asks, looking at the scene in front of him. They had heard as they were walking towards their seats and you, that there was a commotion going on. The rushed to where they knew their seats were, just hoping no one was giving you any sort of trouble.

“Nothing Sirs. I just didn’t uh, didn’t realize—” The man began to stutter, trying to think of a response that wouldn’t get him into trouble when Seungho interrupted him.

“He tried to remove Y/n from her seat as he didn’t think she was your mate or belonged with you. Miss Becky came and helped her when she saw what was going on.” Seungho explained, causing the group to glare at the man after sending smiles towards Becky who was still standing with you.

At the audience you were receiving, the main coordinator for the event had come down to see what was going on. It was at this point that Jimin and Hobi decided to come over to you, checking on you and give thanks to Becky.

“Here baby. Why don’t you sit here with me.” Jimin spoke softly to you, not knowing how this incident could have affected you; you were pretty silent as you looked up at him. He was unable to read your emotions, causing him a little panic as he brought you over to the second couch, sitting you in the middle where he knew you would be surrounded by them.

You watched Jimin fuss over you, trying to push the words from your lips to tell him what happened. You could hear Hobi and Becky talking, him wanting to get her story as he also greeted his old friend.

You turned your head, looking for Namjoon only to see him talking to the head coordinator as the man was escorted away. You watched the woman gesture your way and the firm nod from Namjoon.

He came over first, kneeling in front of you as he grabbed your hands to hold.

“Baby, the main coordinator is going to come over to apologize for the coordinator and for his actions. I just wanted to let you know.” He stood up but continued to hold your hand as the woman walked over.

“Hello Y/n. My name is Susan and I am the main coordinator for the American Music Awards. I just wanted to apologize for the actions of Tim and to let you know it will never happen again. If there is anything you need for the night, please don’t be afraid to let one of us know. I will have two additional guards up front for you and you can let either of them know if you have any problems, okay?” Susan had a kind expression on as she talked to you. She seemed genuine which helped to soften the emotions you were holding in.

“Thank you.” You managed to push out, the words sounding like a mumble as you did so. It made you worry that she wasn’t going to hear you, but the smile and no you received was a relief that you didn’t have to try and repeat yourself.

Susan said a couple more words to Namjoon before leaving. Namjoon took his spot on your other side, while Hobi sat next to him. Namjoon had an arm around you while Jimin had a hand on your thigh, rubbing circles into the fabric covering your skin.

“We should have been with you.” Namjoon muttered under his breath as his grip on your waist tightened. He could see the nail marks on his palm, could feel them on forming on his palm as they were being interviewed. He knew it wasn’t his doing and could only imagine what was happening for you to do that.

He moved his hand, turning your palm over so he could see your own palm, to see the red and irritated marks. He didn’t say anything as you watched him bring your palm up to your lips, kissing at your unfortunate habit.

The lights began to go down as the stage was lit up. You could see the microphone being set up and the curtains being drawn as you sat back in your seat. There were so many things you wanted to say, but you knew that you wouldn’t be able to get them out.

“We’re here baby.” Jimin whispered as the cameramen began to film the crowd, moving passing your small group as they did so. You could feel the familiar warmth moving up your spine as your bond began to settle one more. Ease moving through your body as the tension left, excitement now filling your body as the host walked on stage to start the show.

-*-*-

During their ending performance, the boys made sure to keep you in their line of sight, unknowingly making some of the cameramen record you for reaction videos. You were incredibly self conscious, especially after that coordinator’s comments earlier. You tried to ignore the camera’s but you kept fiddling with your bracelet and fingers.

When their performance was over, you stood up and clapped for them, the camera still on you even as your boys walked off stage. It was nerve wracking for you and you honestly couldn’t wait for the cameramen to leave.

However, despite the small incident in the beginning, and the annoying cameramen, the night was amazing.

The boys were nominated for and won Artist of the Year, Favorite Pop Duo/Group, and Favorite Pop Song with Butter. You were unbelievably proud and couldn’t stop smiling the entire way home, feeling like a proud army as the boys cheered and danced around in the car.

They planned to have a live for armies once at the hotel, after showering and changing. They decided to skip the after party, not really wanting to go anyways, but also just wanting to chill and relax at the hotel. You had decided with Seungho that while the boys were changing and showering that you would go to the store and get snacks and a small cake for them.

You didn’t need to shower quiet yet, just deciding to wash you face and change into comfy clothes once you got to the room. The boys had showered together in small pairs, not wanting to waste water and wanting to be done faster.

As they showered, you left a note for them that you would be taking Seungho with you. Surprisingly, you managed to get snacks and drinks back to the room before they even noticed you were gone. You had managed to make the couch and table look nice, decorating it with snacks and the small cake. You even got champagne and glasses out so they could celebrate normally.

When Namjoon walked out and saw your efforts, he didn’t even blink before he was walking to you and pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“Thank you, baby.” He whispered against your lips, opening his eyes to see your own open wide in shock. He took a step back, about to ask you what was wrong before his own eyes widened.

“Oh my, baby I’m so sorry. I didn’t even think.” Namjoon spoke quickly, his hands held up as he apologized. He had taken your first kiss without a thought in his mind. He began to pace back and forth in his own little area as you stared ahead, your cheeks and neck entirely red as you couldn’t help the blush from forming.

Kim Namjoon was your first kiss. And it wasn’t a dream.

You tried to get his attention, but it was no use as he moved back and forth. Finally, you decided to just move to him, hugging him and catching him off guard. When he stopped pacing, you looked up at him, arms still around his middle.

“It’s okay.” You smiled up at him before moving away quickly, your own embarrassment catching up to you as you began to fluff the pillows on the couch and move the snacks around as you waited for the others to be done.

Namjoon couldn’t help but to blush as well, smiling down at you as he moved to grab his phone for the live. He set it up on the entertainment center across from the couch, leaning it up against the television. They hadn’t wanted to bother Sejin for his phone stand, so they went with this.

By the time everyone was done and ready, the blush on your cheeks had barely gone away, alerting everyone to your own feelings.

“What happened baby?” Jimin had smirked your direction, his tone light and teasing as he leaned on the couch.

“I uh- I kissed her.” Namjoon blurted out, making your entire bond group gawk at the tall man. Taehyung couldn’t help but to start clapping.

“Wow, Joonie! Didn’t think you had it in you.” The boys began to tease their mate, each of them getting their fill before the camera turned on and the live started.

You were sitting in the kitchen at first, your own little plate of snacks on the table as you watched them do their live from your phone, wanting to read the comments. You listened to them joke around and thank Army before the comments turned to you.

“Is Y/n okay?”

“What happened to Y/n before the show started?”

“Did Y/n almost get kicked out?”

You turned your head after a couple comments, wanting to know if the boys had seen them or not. By the way Jimin and Jungkook, who both had their own phones out for the live, turned to the others and whispered or pointed, you knew they had.

“Is Y/n okay?” Namjoon read the comment aloud, turning to Jin before answering.

“Y/n is fine, everybody. There was an incident before the show started, but everything was handled pretty quickly.” Namjoon did his best to respond in a way that didn’t explain what happened but let everyone watching know that it was settled.

“She is actually here now, watching the live as well.” Namjoon added on at the end, wanting to ensure army that you really were okay. They all were happy for how concerned their fans were for you, it made their hearts swell even larger for army.

He gestured for you to come over, much to your own contented feelings for where you were sitting. Seeing your hesitation, Jimin spoke to the camera, “Be right back army!” before moving over to where you were, placing his arms on either side of you and caging you in against the table.

“Baby girl. You don’t have to come over, but it would ease the worry and concern that army have for you. If you don’t want to, you don’t, you can always just shout out that you are okay and that everything is fine.” Jimin whispered to, remembering the conversation you had with them about being in front of the camera.

You looked over to where the boys were, trying to chat and joke around while waiting to see if you would come over. You could see them glancing over every now and then.

You knew you would probably be brought into a vilve at some point, and figure now was as good a time as any to do it. You were a part of BTS whether you liked it or not, and this was a part of the territory.

“Okay.” You whisper back, looking up at Jimin as he began to grin down at you, placing a quick kiss on your lips before moving back, winking at you and bringing you over to where Jungkook and Jin had made space for you to sit.

You felt awkward, wondering how the boys did this all the time as you relaxed into the couch. Jin and Jungkook both put an arm behind you, Jin rubbing his hand in small circles on your back.

“Army, this is our final soulmate, Y/n. Please love her like you love us.” Hobi spoke up, large smile on his lips as he gestured to you, making you smile back and wave shyly at the camera.

“Hello Army. Thank you for your concern. I am doing okay.” You answer the previously asked question, not knowing what else to say. Taehyung, thankfully, saved you from further embarrassment as he shouted out “Yoongi, marry me!”

The rest of the live turned out better than you thought. There were not many questions aimed your way, but you shared that your favorite color was blue, you were from California, and that your ult kpop groups were BTS (of course), Ateez, Iz*one, and Twice, but that you also listened to others as well.

The boys also learned something new, not even realizing that you listened to other groups besides them. They had gotten a little jealous that you liked another kpop boy group, but would wait until later to tease you.

The night ended with plenty more kisses and cuddles after the live ended, discussions of how the week would look, and falling asleep in each other’s arms as you squeezed in together on Jin and Yoongi’s bed.

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Content: The reader is the daughter of Jeremiah Jesus that was previously married to Tommy Shelby. But after finding out her husband cheated on her she decides to leave him in the middle of the night. Taking his heart and his unborn daughter with her.

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As you continued to breastfeed Amaramias, you couldn't help but feel a sense of peace and contentment. Despite the challenges you had faced in your relationship with Tommy, your daughter brought you immense joy and reminded you of the love and beauty in your life.

As Amaramias suckled, you gently caressed her soft hair and admired her delicate features. The bond between a mother and her child was something truly special, and you cherished every moment spent with her. The love you felt for your daughter was unconditional, and you were determined to provide her with the best possible life.

While Tommy's actions had hurt you deeply, you had found strength within yourself to move forward and focus on being the best mother you could be. Your daughter was a symbol of hope and resilience, a reminder that love could triumph over pain. In that quiet moment, as Amaramias nursed and the world outside faded away, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the blessing of motherhood. Your daughter was a precious gift, and you vowed to protect and cherish her with all your heart.

As you continued to nurse Amaramias, you whispered soft words of love and reassurance to her, letting her know that she was safe, loved, and cherished. A soft hum vibrated in your mouth as you hummed a tune familiar to you. One that your own mother would hum daily. As lost in your own world you were you did not miss the sound of knocking on your front door. Gently lifting the infant you rose to your feet and grabbed a baby blanket to cover her and yourself.

Balancing Amaramias in one arm, you carefully draped the blanket over her to shield her from any drafts as you made your way toward the front door. The knocking persisted, growing louder with each passing moment, indicating an urgency that piqued your curiosity and concern.

As you approached the door, you peered through the peephole, trying to catch a glimpse of who might be on the other side. However, the view was obscured, leaving you with more questions than answers. With caution, you unlocked the door and opened it slightly, keeping the chain lock in place as a safety measure.

"Yes? Can I help you?" you asked, your voice gentle but tinged with a hint of caution. Standing before you was a short elderly woman, shaking from the cold outside. You recognized her somewhat as the one whose been seen a lot around town, seeming lost.

"Are you alright?" you asked with genuine concern, noticing the elderly woman's shivering form. "Please do come inside, it's freezing out there."

You closed the door anthem removed the chain and opened the door wider gesturing for her to step in. Once she was inside, you closed the door, making sure to lock it securely. You led her to the living room where there was a warm fireplace, offering her a seat on the couch. You didn't quite trust this old woman, but your parents raised you better than to let someone asking for help suffer. The old lady looked around as she held herself tightly “What a cozy little home you have.”

You offered a polite smile to her as you looked down at Ama, who was still feeding. "Here, let me get you a blanket, I have a baby so it will take a moment," you said, rushing to fetch a soft throw blanket from the nearby cupboard. Returning to the living room, you gently draped it over her shoulders.

“Thank you, darling.” She replied in a soft voice as she got more comfortable. “I’m sorry to trouble you so late at night young mother. I got lost and something drew me to this home. As if saying I would be safe here.”

As you looked closer at the older woman you could see that despite her worn-down appearance she seems quite well-groomed and well off. “I’m so sorry to hear that you’ve lost your way. Can I get you something warm? Tea? Maybe coffee?”

“Tea would be lovely, thank you," she replied with a small smile. You nodded and returned the smile before heading to the kitchen. As you started up your kettle Ama unlatched and began to fuss slightly. You removed the baby blanket and fixed your nightgown so your breast was away and then softly hushed your daughter as you pat her back. You comforted Amaramias, patting her back gently to soothe her fussiness, all the while keeping an eye on the kettle as it heated up. Once she settled down, you carefully placed her in a nearby crib, making sure she was safe and secure.

Returning to the kitchen, you prepared a cup of tea for the older woman, letting the warm water steep with the tea leaves. As you waited, you couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity about the stranger in your home. Her presence was unexpected, and there was something intriguing yet mysterious about her.

Once the tea was ready, you poured it into a delicate teacup and carried it back to the living room. Handing it to the woman, you took a seat across from her, ready to listen to her story.

As she sipped the tea, her gaze wandered around the room, lingering on the photographs and the small trinkets that adorned the shelves. After a moment of silence, she looked at you, her eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and sadness.

"I don't expect you to understand, young mother," she began, her voice gentle but tinged with a hint of melancholy. "But I've been on a long journey, both physically and metaphorically. I've lost much along the way, and my memory has become fragmented." You didn't say anything, only nodded to show you were listening and understood. “I have a husband who treats me well. Loves me to this very day, and 4 wonderful kids. Our youngest ran away from home after we refused to let her date a.. A commoner.”

The woman seem embarrassed as she mentioned the background of the man. “Now that we’ve been without her so long I can’t help but wish we were more understanding. She really loved that man and that man didn’t even know of her status, so we knew he wasn't using her. But we were stubborn and lost our child in the process.”

There was a pause before she continued once more. “I miss her every day, we all do, and to get away from my guilt I go on walks to clear my mind. However, this time I went on a walk despite not being in our regular home and got lost. As I wandered around I saw you and your daughter in the market and you looked so much like my own. I ended up losing sight of you and got even more lost. As it got darker I decided to swallow my pride and ask around for help, but door after door was slammed in my face. Just when I was about to give up I felt this tug, and I followed it here.”

Listening to the woman's story, you could feel the depth of her pain and regret. The complexity of family dynamics and the consequences of their actions weighed heavily on her. Your heart went out to her, understanding the profound loss and the longing to reunite with her estranged daughter.

"I can't imagine how difficult this must be for you," you said, your voice filled with empathy. "Losing a loved one, especially a child, is a tremendous burden to bear. It's clear that you deeply regret the choices that led to this separation."

The woman nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. "Yes, the weight of my regret is overwhelming. I've spent countless nights wishing I could turn back time, to be more understanding and accepting. But it seems I'm destined to carry this guilt with me."

She took a deep breath, her hands clutching the teacup tightly. "I came to realize that life is too short to let pride and stubbornness separate us from the ones we love. I want to find my daughter, to apologize and make amends. I want to rebuild what was lost and cherish the time we have left together."

“Maybe I could help. What’s her name? How old is she now?” You looked at the older woman with a sense of determination in your eyes, if something like this were to happen to you you would want a stranger to help.

The woman smiled warmly, touched by your willingness to assist. "Her name is Zelda, but she prefers to go by Liz. She's in her late forties now. It's been so long since I last saw her, and I can only hope she's doing well."

Your heart skipped a beat as you processed the information. Zelda, or Liz, was your mother's name. But maybe this was just a coincidence, standing to your feet you walked to the family portrait you treasured on the other side of the living room. You held it in your hands for a moment before walking back to the older woman. “Maybe it’s just a coincidence but my mother’s name is Zelda as well and is 47.”

You handed the elderly woman the picture frame where your family and Tommy’s stood together. It was from your wedding day. Even though Tommy broke your heart, the picture still meant a lot to you. Your mother stood next to you with such warmth and love in her eye as she and your father embraced you.

The older woman took the picture frame with trembling hands, her eyes locked on the image of your mother. Tears welled up in her eyes as she studied the photograph, comparing the face of the young woman in the picture to the memories she held deep within her heart.

"It's her," she whispered, her voice filled with emotion. "My dear Zelda, my daughter."

You could feel the weight of the moment, the convergence of past and present, the reunion of a long-lost mother and daughter. Emotions swirled within you – joy, sadness, hope, and a deep sense of connection to this woman who was your grandmother.

"I can't believe we've found each other after all these years," she said, her voice choked with tears. Finally, she couldn't hold then in anymore and began crying as she held the picture for dear life as if once it was gone so would be the chance to connect with her daughter. "I've missed so much time with her, and I regret every day I spent apart from her. My baby.. Oh my baby I miss you so much. We all miss you so much. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please forgive your foolish mother."

Her sobs racked through her body as she clung to the frame. You couldn't help but worry she might harm herself with how hard she was crying. The sight of your new grandmother in such distress tore at your heart. You quickly moved to her side, gently taking the picture frame from her hands and setting it aside. Wrapping your arms around her, you held her close, offering comfort and reassurance. As a mother yourself you could imagine all the emotions she was going through. The relief, regret, guilt, happiness and so much more were probably crashing into her in full force. She clung to you, finding solace in your embrace. Her sobs gradually subsided as she allowed herself to be comforted. You stayed with her, offering a supportive presence, until she regained some composure.

"It's just…the weight of all those years without her," she managed to say between deep breaths. "The guilt, the longing…it became overwhelming in that moment. I’m so happy and yet ashamed. I wasn't there! If I was there I could’ve-”

“The worst poison you could give your mind is what ifs. What happened happened, we can’t change the past. But now you have the chance to tell her all that yourself.” You said softly as you bit your lip. This woman was your grandmother and the last thing you wanted to do was reveal yourself to your family. But this wasn't about you. It was strange for you. Being both sides of the coin at the same time. You understood the pain of feeling you failed your child. You feel like you failed Amaramias by not letting her have a connection with her family. But at the same time, you were the daughter that was doing what she felt was best for herself. So you did the right thing.

“Finish your tea… I’ll…. I’ll call my mother.”

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