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pregnancy diaries: pancakes

summary: the journey of motherhood is never easy from the first morning sickness to when the water suddenly breaks. such precious yet arduous nine months deserve to be recorded for memories.

character/s: bonten!kakucho hitto

warnings: f!reader, mature language, pregnancy, pregnant sex, implied lactation kink, breeding kink, established relationship, mentions of canon-typical violence, mention of blackmail, mentions of adoption, lots of fluff, use of guns/firearms, and use of pet names. Minors do not interact.

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note: this entry is dedicated to kaku's 1#, bby dawn @lalunanymph 💖

MONTH 0: WEEK 2

Dear duckie,

How lucky are we to be blessed with you? Your father wouldn’t admit it, but I was pretty sure he shed some tears when I broke the news to him. I’ll admit though that I cried more than he did. Your older brother won't stop asking about you and when you will arrive. He even gave you your little nickname. Your family is super happy to have you, darling.

We all can't wait to meet you, baby duckie.

Kakucho’s steady gaze landed on the five-year-old boy sitting by the coffee table. Aoki was unusually silent as if he was scared to death to make a sound as he played with the toy duck he wouldn't let go of since the day you two brought him home from the orphanage. You had a hunch it was because of the new baby. Normally, he would be running around or asking for sweets. Yet, at the announcement of him becoming an older brother, your son barely made a sound. Your husband must’ve had the same idea since he couldn’t stand the silence, approaching the boy in earnest.

“Aoki,” Kakucho spoke in a gentle tone, his hand gesturing for the boy to come hither. Heart slightly pounding, you watched from the kitchen counter, hands frozen. Your gaze is on the scene unfolding in front of you. Ever since Aoki entered both of your lives, you never wondered what would occur if another addition was added to your little family. It was always three tables in the dining room and you thought it would be that way forever—until the trip to the clinic said otherwise. Surprising as it was, you and Kakucho were ecstatic. However, the slight doubt of Aoki accepting this sudden change was looming above your head along with the joy you felt at that moment.

Luckily, Kakucho was there to ease it away by pressing a kiss on top of the boy’s head. “Aoki, can I ask you a question?” Upon hearing his dad’s words, your son then nodded softly. You found yourself holding your breath as your husband continued. “Are you… scared that the new baby will replace you?”

S-so blunt!

You bit your lower lip, hands resuming cleaning the cabbage as you relied on your sense of hearing. Aoki was probably stunned at his father’s question, yet dared not to make a sound other than to hesitantly nod his head. Kakucho then sighed and reached up to rub his head affectionately. “Why? There’s nothing to be scared of,” he said with a small smile, never ceasing his actions to comfort his son. “There’s no way your mom and I will replace you—you’re our son, our Aoki. That will never change. The new baby is your sibling and will be a part of us, too. And we will love you and the baby the same way. We’re family, remember?”

Perhaps Kakucho’s trait of being straightforward and using a direct way of asking had helped your son in some way because Aoki was nodding eagerly now at what he had just said, and the smile returned to his adorable face.

“Okay… Can we name the baby ‘duckie’, Papa?” The surprise on both of your faces disappeared as soon as Aoki hugged his toy and adorably grinned. “Duckies are cute, and the baby must be cute. Right?”

Kakucho chuckled and patted his head, nodding along. “Of course. You both are.” Kakucho then took the chance to tickle the boy, hoping it would make the rest of his doubts disappear. Much to your satisfaction, laughter graced the house once more and all was well.

MONTH 1: WEEK 4

Dear tiny duckie,

Your brother is often asking about you. I can’t wait to take photos of you two together. Your papa and I also can’t keep our excitement from showing. My stomach is slightly bloating now, which reminds me that I must buy new clothes. I feel emotional sometimes whenever I think about you growing inside me. I guess this is how pregnancy can mess with hormones, but it’s alright. Please grow healthy and sound, duckie.

We love you to the moon and back, my little duckie!

“Mama, I can’t hear anything,” Aoki whispered with his ear against your stomach. “Is duckie alright?” You couldn’t help but let out a giggle at his eagerness. Your answer was about to slip past your lips until your gaze landed on the ticking clock on the wall telling you that it was late. Kakucho was still not home. Worry etched your features at the thought of him fighting or possibly doing something risky. While the figures he earned from dirtying his hands in Bonten were enough to sustain your family, there were times when you wished your husband had a different job.

Aoki followed your line of sight and then frowned. It was already ten in the evening. Typically, his father would be home at this hour or earlier to tuck him in. However, Kakucho wasn't.

“Mama, I don’t wanna sleep yet. Wanna wait for Papa.”

At the boy’s statement, you sighed prior to pinching his cheek gently. Knowing this would happen, you shook your head. “No, Aoki. You know you have to wake up early tomorrow because you have school.” He pouted in defiance, still not wanting to yield and go to bed. Holding your ground, you stayed quiet. After a staring contest that lasted only a minute, Aoki gave up and got off the couch. Following suit, you headed to his bedroom right after turning a few lights off. Despite his protests earlier, your son was yawning as soon as his back hit the mattress.

“I know you want Papa to tuck you in, but he’s busy with work. How about I read you a bedtime story, mhm?” You sat on the edge of his bed, eyes scanning the picture books by the nightstand. “How does that sound?”

“Yes, Mama,” Aoki responded softly. His hands pulled up the blanket up to his nose, eyes sparkling as he waited for you to begin. With a fond smile, you grabbed the book entitled Kintaro’s Adventures and flipped to the first page. A few pages later, Aoki was now fast asleep. You set the book down and pressed a kiss on his forehead, about to leave when the bedroom door creaked open. In came Kakucho, his dual-colored eyes scanning the area until his sight landed on you and the sleeping boy.

“Sorry I’m late,” Kakucho mumbled after he closed the distance between you both. You shook your head dismissively, offering him a kiss on the cheek. Your husband chased after your lips which earned him a stifled giggle. “I’ll make sure to be early tomorrow and tuck him in.”

“It’s okay. I’m just glad you’re home, love.”

MONTH 2: WEEK 7

Dear baby duckie,

Mama is feeling more tired lately. I could definitely say I am pregnant now. Morning sickness is worst than ever and I could feel the changes. But I am happy to hear from the doctor that you’re doing fine. I don’t care what happens to my body as long as you’re healthy. Your papa and I are happy to hear that at this stage, your heart has formed. We can’t wait to hear it.

Continue to grow well, my baby duckie.

Manjiro’s sleepy eyes fell on your form, brow raised at your presence. You stood up and gave him a short bow in acknowledgment. He wasn’t expecting you to be here, sitting in the office lobby. Kakucho was just finishing his meeting in the other room, leaving you all by yourself. This did not sit well with Bonten’s leader, especially since he knew you were pregnant. The organization’s headquarters may be a symbol of fear to those who knew, yet within, betrayal could occur anytime. Manjiro would be caught dead rather than leave his pregnant wife all alone. What was his third-in-command thinking?

“What… are you doing here?” he asked, perplexed on whether to head for his meeting or to accompany you until Kakucho comes. Maybe Sanzu can entertain those bastards while he waits with you. “It’s not safe to be here all on your own. I was sure Kakucho knew that.”

“Don’t worry, Mikey. Kakucho is almost done. He and I are going to pick up our son from kindergarten, you see.” Taking a seat once again, you sheepishly gestured down the hall. “I’m fine on my own, honest. I don’t want to inconvenience you…” you trailed off when Manjiro took the seat beside you. Perhaps the rumors of the great Sano Manjiro only caring for himself held no truth at all. Then again, if that were true, his wife wouldn’t be gushing about him all the time during parties.

“I can wait. As I said, it isn’t safe.”

But damn, you found it so hard to fill in the awkward silence that enveloped the lobby. To count on Mikey to lead the conversation was a hopeless cause for he did not know what else to say. Thankfully, Kakucho was now walking towards you. His stoic face morphed into one of surprise with a mixture of shame. He did not expect his leader to accompany his wife, let alone play bodyguard. The Haitani brothers will never live this down if they would find out. Quick to be by your side, Kakucho’s stonehard facade fell as he regarded his boss with a sheepish look.

“Mikey, I’m sorry—”

“No need for an apology, Kakucho.” Manjiro stood up from the couch, hands in his pockets. “Just be careful next time. Can’t have meaningless trouble.” With that said, Bonten’s leader sauntered off. The two of you stood there for a moment, unsure of what just occurred. You were the first to break the silence, giggling as you poked your husband’s side. Kakucho exhaled aloud, his hand over his heart. Then, his lips broke into a relaxed grin.

“Were you scared, love?”

“Of Mikey? Of course not. It’s just that, for a second there I thought he was gonna fuckin’ berate me,” Kakucho muttered. His hand was placed behind your back as you two headed for the elevator. “He’s been… acting weird since his wife gave birth. But maybe I deserve it. I shouldn’t have really left you in the lobby, safe or not.”

“Why? I was fine on my own,” you reasoned and leaned against him. The warmth he exudes is comforting. “Besides, I think Mikey was just looking out for us.” For emphasis, you rubbed your stomach. Your husband saw and understood what you meant, earning a small laugh from him.

“I guess so. That's typical of him.”

MONTH 3: WEEK 9

My baby duckie,

Your uncles are so sweet. Maybe a little too much that your papa ends up saying the strangest things. I hope you will understand once you're grown up that him being protective is just his way of saying he loves you. The doctor said you're about the size of a strawberry now. You're so tiny, duckie. I wish I could hold you in my arms and make memories soon.

Papa and Mama love you so much, our sweet duckie.

If Kakucho were to be asked back then what he thought of Sanzu Haruchiyo, the word annoying would always be a staple term. Not only was the man cockblocking him, but Bonten’s number two had the nerve to be snoring away on the couch like it was his own home. Today was supposed to be a rest day, one where Kakucho could relax and spend time with his family—perhaps even have alone time with you, granted that Aoki was in school. However, the presence of Sanzu in the house put a halt to that wish of his. Fate just had to tease Kakucho because out of all days, you were in the mood and ready to jump him if given the chance. But of course, you couldn't due to Sanzu's surprising visit.

What was the man doing here again? Kakucho couldn't remember. His attention was solely on his phone, hoping that Ran or Rindou could pick up the drunk Sanzu Haruchiyo and take him home. If Sanzu continues to let out loud snores for another minute, Kakucho fears he’s going to lose his mind.

Thankfully, after thirty minutes of waiting, the Haitani brothers finally arrived to take Sanzu off of Kakucho's hands. You got out of the bedroom, a silk robe around your pajama-clad form. Silently, you watched as Rindou nudged the pink-haired man awake. Ran clicked his tongue at the scene and folded his arms across his chest. Sanzu, despite snoring so much, wasn't a heavy sleeper and woke up without a hitch. He staggered as he stood up, rubbing his eyes before glaring at the sunlight that flooded the living room.

“Mornin’ already?”

Ran couldn't help but roll his eyes while helping Sanzu stand up. “See, this is why your wife kicked you out of your own home, Sanzu. You keep getting blackout drunk.” Rindou snickered at his brother’s remark as he aided the other. “You should stop challenging Koko in that rigged drinking contest and go straight home to your family. You’re so fucking pathetic right now. If I were your wife, I’d divorce your ass if you keep doing this.”

Sanzu managed to scoff, “No need to fear. I won’t marry your high-maintenance ass, Ran. Even if Mikey pays me to do it, I’d rather shoot myself.” Those clear blue eyes that were usually sharp and calculating landed on you, his lips breaking into a silly grin. “The lady here could probably say the same thing.”

Ignoring Ran’s irritated quips, Kakucho turned to give you an apologetic look which you dismissed with a shrug. You excused yourself and left for the bedroom, feeling a bit dizzy. Everything went smoothly up to the point where the brothers got past the front door. Apparently, Sanzu hasn’t thanked Kakucho and you for your hospitality. Well, forced hospitality was the more definite term, Kakucho thought. Yet, instead of feeling some sort of relief that the annoyance was gone, your husband returned to your side with furrowed brows. Your lips were about to form a question when he knelt and kissed the bump on your stomach, veiny hands caressing the skin there.

“That bastard,” Kakucho grumbled to himself while stroking your tummy. If you didn’t know any better, your husband was slightly stressed out at what occurred. You stayed silent for a moment, waiting to hear what caused it. “There’s no way I’m letting that fucking happen. I’d shoot him and the Haitanis twice before I let them inside here again.”

Now alarmed, you sat up straight. “What happened?” you inquired and then winced at the scenario brewing in your mind. “Don’t tell me… Sanzu vomited all over the entrance?”

Kakucho exhaled. “Worst. Ran was on his usual tirade when Sanzu commented on how he will thank us. I told him all was fine, but he just had to say he will have his son marry our baby if it turns out to be a daughter. The brothers, of course, did not back down and did the same.” His eyes shot up in an accusatory way when you burst out laughing. “Love, it isn’t funny. Can you believe them? If my baby is indeed a girl, there’s no way I’m letting that happen! She hasn’t even gotten out of the womb and now she’s getting marriage proposals. Of all the fucking things…”

MONTH 4: WEEK 15

My duckie,

We got a new sonogram today. Can you believe it? We’re getting a baby girl? Your papa is so excited. He could barely sleep a wink these past few days. Your uncles are even buying toys and clothes for you now. Your big brother couldn’t contain his joy as well. He hopes you’ll start kicking soon. Personally, I’m a bit afraid once that happens. The doctor did assure me it wouldn’t hurt as much as I was told. But if it means that you’re healthy and active, I won’t mind. Kick all you want, darling.

To our baby girl, duckie, we love you.

The warm bathwater was lulling you to sleep, but as soon as Kakucho entered the bath, he went straight to keep you busy. His sturdy arms kept you caged in, scared you might fall backward and hit your head as you bounced on his cock. The soapy water sloshed around with each rapid movement. Holding your breasts, you relied on nothing but biting on your lips to prevent moans from slipping past them. Aoki’s bedroom was far away, yet you shouldn’t get carried away. The last thing you wanted was for the poor child to hear you or Kakucho cursing.

“Love, c-cum inside, please,” you whined softly. Reaching your hand down to caress his face, you leaned closer to kiss his scar. Kakucho was certain he could knock you up again with another child. With a low grunt, he thrust his hips up to meet you halfway. Moaning out his name, you held onto him tightly as you chased your high. Your husband sunk his teeth into your left shoulder to muffle his groans. His cock twitched inside you before it spurted a huge load of hot milky semen into your creamy pussy.

“Love you,” Kakucho whispered against your skin and pressed a chaste kiss on the area where he bit. “And thank you… for giving me another one to love. You’re so amazing.” You lifted his head by the chin and pressed your foreheads together while humming in contentment. The bathwater had turned lukewarm. It was a sign to move this to the bedroom and continue from there.

“I love you, too. Always.”

MONTH 5: WEEK 18

My darlin’ duckie,

I, somehow, felt you move inside my tummy. It almost felt like I had butterflies in my stomach. There are times when I get too dizzy, but for you, I can handle anything. Your big brother made cute drawings of us while he was in school. I’m going to hang some of them in your room once your papa is finished with the furnishing.

Four more months my duckie! We’ll see you soon.

“You doing okay, love?”

Kakucho looked more out of breath than you are. He did run all the way from the kitchen up to your shared bedroom when you suddenly called out his name out of fear that you couldn’t breathe properly. Shortness of breath was considered normal when you’re pregnant. Your beloved husband was quick to assist you out of bed, gently aiding you to the bathroom when you vocalized your urge to pee. Now, sitting on the toilet, you scratched your arm sheepishly at Kakucho never leaving your side. What you did gave him quite a scare.

“I’m alright, love. Honest.”

“Just tell me whenever you feel some sort of pain, ‘kay?” Kakucho let out a long exhale and leaned against the doorway. You didn’t have the heart to tell him that things of the unexpected will become frequent in the following months to come. Kakucho was a worrywart despite denying this fact. Although it was normal to worry, his way was on a whole other level. Once you did your business and washed your hands, he was quick to be on your side while you descended the stairs. His strong and ever-present arm either wrapped around your waist or shoulder.

“I said I’m fine, Kaku.” you insisted for the fourth time today. Your husband shook his head and sat down next to you on the couch. At this hour, he would be off to where Bonten needed him. It would not come off as a surprise if his phone will start blowing up due to endless calls from his colleagues, hoping to know where he is. The television was playing a commercial for powdered milk for babies, your attention elsewhere, when Kakucho laid his head down on your lap.

“Wake me up if you ever need anything, love. Okay?”

Shooting him a glance and an assuring smile, you focused on the drama now playing on the screen. Your husband couldn’t help but snort playfully. Just as you were about to let out a disappointed remark at the drama’s sudden plot twist, you caught yourself from making a huge noise for Kakucho was indeed fast asleep on your lap. Silently, you pressed two of your fingers onto your lips and then pressed them against Kakucho’s.

MONTH 6: WEEK 23

Baby duckie,

I hope you are doing well inside my tummy as I’m writing this. There is no denying that you are indeed your father’s daughter. You’re so active, always kicking during the evening that I get surprised. I supposed that’s just your way of saying you’re here or that you don’t like the meal I just ate. Sorry dear, but we can’t be picky with our food. We can’t always eat pancakes every morning no matter how delicious your papa makes them.

I hope you learn to like vegetables, my precious girl.

A groan escaped your mouth while fixing your shirt, making sure there wasn’t any stain on sight or any incriminating evidence that your nipples were toyed and sucked on. The culprit, Kakucho, emerged from the bathroom, the corners of his lips curled up at what occurred seconds ago in the privacy of your bedroom. Your innocent son was babbling Rindou’s ear off in the living room, too focused on the children’s show playing on the television to see Ran wiggle his brows as soon as the two of you joined them. Who knew your husband could go feral upon finding out that your breasts have begun to produce milk for the baby? In fact, it should only be for the baby. Kakucho never fails to surprise you when you least expect it. You just hope he won’t get any funny ideas of doing it again once the baby is out.

The baby needs her milk too…

“Isn’t it too early to be having fun?” Ran joked. Your husband rolled his eyes at the older Haitani’s attempt. You, on the other hand, paid no mind to it. Instead, you shifted your full attention to Aoki. Ran’s second attempt to get a laugh got cut short due to the stuffed toy Rindou threw at his face. Aoki saw this and giggled. Whether he was planning on getting back at Rindou or not, Ran sat up straight as soon as he saw Kakucho shoot him a pointed stare.

“Are you guys gonna eat breakfast or not?” Kakucho inquired before grabbing an empty plate to place pancakes on. The Haitanis weren’t here to merely visit your family or to play with Aoki. Contrary to what they told your son, the brothers were here to pick up your husband for an important meeting with the entire higher-ups of their organization. And that they wanted to eat pancakes made by Kakucho, stating that they missed the taste of it.

While the brothers and your son sat at the dining table, you watched over the other pancakes still on the pan. Your mouth watering at the sight of the leftover mixture in the bowl, tempted to swipe it and finish the batter if your husband wasn’t looking. Kakucho must have sensed your craving as he immediately grabbed the bowl and poured the last of its contents into the pan. Lips in a pout, you flipped the other pancakes whereas Kakucho took out those that were cooked.

Making sure Aoki and the troublesome Haitanis were caught up on something else, Kakucho leaned forward to press a kiss against the side of your head. Caught off guard for a second, you then playfully narrowed your eyes at him. Your free hand instinctively covers your breasts from his view like he was some starved beast just waiting to bite them. With one brow raised, your husband was seconds away from asking why you were maintaining distance when Ran let out a childish cry unfit for a thirty-year-old man.

“Uwah! Mommy and Daddy, I’m hungry! Stop flirting already,” he whined in the most high-pitched tone he could reach. Rindou and Aoki wore the same expression of disbelief, yet the former had a combination of shame. If Rindou could dig a hole and bury himself, now was the perfect time after what his older brother just pulled off. Thankfully and much to Haitani Ran’s lucky stars, Aoki just laughed afterward. Judging by the unamused look on Kakucho’s handsome face, he was ready to drag Ran’s sorry butt out of the house.

He had to take the burnt months ago when Aoki got curious about how babies were made. He didn’t want that to happen again.

Above committing any form of violence in front of his son, Kakucho resulted in leaning down to whisper into Ran’s ear with a false smile on his face, “Better behave or you’re not eating anything except my fist.”

MONTH 7: WEEK 26

My precious duckie,

One day, you will learn about your papa’s job. Although it is complicated, I hope you shall learn to understand it once you’re older. Days where it seems like everything will go wrong pop out of nowhere once in a while. Your papa and I promise to keep you and your big brother safe. Safe and sound, out of harm’s way. That is what we will always prioritize.

I love you so much, duckie. You and your brother mean the whole world to me.

To step into danger or defend himself against it has been Kakucho’s bread and butter. He didn’t exactly choose this life. It was just how it was for him ever since his parents died and someone admirable took him in when no one else would. No matter how many times he has fallen, Kakucho never failed to stand up again and face the hurdles the universe has in store for him—whether he liked it or not.

As a father and someone who has a family to protect, being a high-ranking member of Bonten had more cons than the perks it had to offer. There were days he mulled over the thought of quitting. But of course, that option was never there, to begin with. To quit was to kill that part of himself, one he has known all his life. Plus, multiple enemies would have his head if he didn’t choose a side. It doesn’t mean he wasn’t growing tired of the numerous endeavors of his enemies trying to have his head on a silver platter. They have grown more creative this time and decided to send a death threat by calling the telephone situated in the living room.

Kakucho thought he was going to burst a vein that night when he took the telephone from Aoki. Thank goodness the boy wasn’t able to speak into it or your husband would be out tonight, ready to find the fuckers. Still, Kakucho was not pleased with what transpired. Soon, the small closet that was filled with old newspapers and knickknacks became the hiding spot of his firearms.

“S-shouldn’t we move?” you asked him one night, unable to sleep due to your feet cramping. Kakucho’s hands may be busy with alleviating your pain, but his mind was racing with countless ideas on what he shall do to the careless idiots who dared to call through that telephone. Kokonoi does have him on speed dial. The sooner Koko and Rindou trace them, the better. He didn’t want you to be worrying like this, especially when a baby was on the way.

“No, don’t get your pretty head all worked up on this, love,” he reassured you with a squeeze to the thigh, offering you his best comforting smile. “Those bastards should’ve known better than to threaten me. They won’t know what I’m capable of until they wake up with their asses in the fuckin’ air.”

MONTH 8: WEEK 29

Sweet little duckie,

A couple more weeks to go and you’ll be here. Everyone is excited that it feels like it’s Christmas day. Your papa finished your room a few days ago. All that’s missing is a bubbly baby girl. Your papa felt you kick multiple times last night yet he couldn’t get used to it. He even said that once you grow up, he’ll have you take judo lessons alongside your big brother. The doctor told me to cut back on sugar. I’ve been craving a lot of things lately that it scares your papa sometimes. However, the doctor did say you’re very healthy so I’ll gladly stir away from sweets to keep it that way.

Looking forward to holding and kissing you, my love.

The movie was over and the credits roll on the screen. Aoki was fast asleep on the sleeping mat laid out on the floor. The bowl of popcorn is empty save for the kernels that failed to pop while in the microwave. The homey atmosphere was too lulling for you or Kakucho to get off the couch and turn the television off. His strong arms were around you, hands caressing your round stomach. Your head rested against the crook of his neck, eyes closed. Saturday nights were usually like this—the whole family in the living room to watch a film you all take turns in choosing. Tonight, it was Kakucho’s turn and of course, he picked a film that was packed with action and adventure. Aoki, despite saying he will finish the movie, ended up falling asleep before the story reached its climax. You, on the other hand, opted to sit on Kakucho’s lap for no reason.

“She’s kicked a lot, huh?” Kakucho couldn’t help but chuckle at his active daughter. Your response was a small groan. It was no joke that your feet hurt, especially now that they were red and swollen. Your baby was getting heavier, a sign that her due date was drawing nearer and nearer. The task of taking care of a baby may be daunting to some, but nothing could make your heart rest easy than the thought of delivering your daughter safely. Stretchmarks, late-night feedings, and healing stitches be damned.

“She’s your daughter alright,” you mumbled in an amused tone. Kakucho’s hand stopped stroking your belly to laugh at the statement. “I won’t be surprised if she turns out to be rowdier than Aoki.”

“Fine by me,” he replied and then gave your head a kiss. “I can take care of rowdy children. Besides, that stage of their life won’t last long. Kids grow too fast these days, you know. Too fast.” After saying that last line, Kakucho patted your tummy. “Might as well enjoy it, love.”

“Are you… being sentimental right now, Kaku?”

MONTH 9: WEEK 38

Our baby duckie,

I love you, my baby. No amount of joy could be put into words in some cases. According to the doctor, you may come out in a few days. I’m not going to lie… I’m a bit afraid. Mothers whom I’ve met at the clinic seem to express the same feeling when asked about giving birth. I promise to be strong, stronger than I’ve ever been, for you. For our family.

All the unconditional love from us, duckie.

“See? I told you, love, you’re stronger than me. She’s so beautiful, as beautiful as you.”

“She is. She has your eyes, Kaku…”

Kakucho shed a tear or two as the nurse handed him his newborn daughter whom she swaddled in pink cloth. Your daughter ceased fussing the second she was in his arms, perhaps knowing it was her papa holding her now. Your lips should be hurting after smiling so much at the precious scene unfolding in front of you, yet there was no pain present. There was only happiness. Kakucho looked so soft as he cradled his daughter, sitting himself down to pull out his phone and call Ran. While waiting for the older Haitani to pick up, you could just picture Aoki at home, bouncing in elation. The image of your son and daughter growing up together made your heart full, especially with your loving husband by your side.

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dirtytransmasc · 10 months

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u got any hc’s for miles for earth 42 and miles from 1610 interactions? they’re besties to me fr fr

(first few are sorta theories for btsv, the rest are general hc's for their dynamic. these got kinda angsty, oops)

they definitely fight a few times before realizing they can be on the same side of things, Miles 42 being more the aggressor, but Miles 1610 wants to get even each time, cause he's a teenage boy, sue him. its in their moments of weakness that they start to see that they don't have to be enemies. they're also fair fighters, to some point, and fight generally clean, which definalty plays into their bond later on. there was always some level of mutual trust and respect.

its when they reluctantly team up and they get beaten to absolute pulps, and are forced to see each other as not only equals, but kids, both forced into lives they didn't want, or at least positions, they didn't want, that they start to bond.

its the act of picking each other up and dusting each other off that the bond cements, when Miles 1610 sees the kid in Miles 42, the kid that's tired and scared and not entirely there after living life hidden away in the back of his head that makes him extend his trust and his friendship. for Miles 42, its seeing Miles 1610 be so kind and good and trusting and strong, despite being a kid and being scared and tired and hurting, that makes him want to accept Miles' offer of friendship, and in a way, safety.

once they're friends, they're the definition of terror twins, like, generally they're sweethearts when not in combat, but they are capable of so much mischief, oml. and in combat, together, they're down right terrifying.

I totally think they would see each other like twins too, so they have such a brotherly dynamic in my mind. both are technically only children, so at first they're just kinda in this blissful awe of how nice it feels to not be alone in the world, to know they always have a shoulder to lean on, someone to protect them.

definitely both physically affectionate, and both of them have that AuDHD in them, so they spend a lot of their free time justlying in a pile somewhere.

Miles 42 does Miles 1610's hair and helps him with Spanish, in return Miles 1610 helps Miles 42 reconnect with his artistic side that had been buried while he was the prowler.

Miles 1610 sneaks him into HQ all the time, to the point that Miguel just gives the kid his own watch for the sake of his sanity.

it takes a while for Miles 42 to be down with intimacy of any kind, even just stuff like small talk and brushing shoulders, cause he feels like any attempts at connection from anyone is just them looking for a weak spot to use against him. Miles 1610 definitely helped him feel safe by just blabbering on and on about just about anything, making it abundantly clear that he trusted him (42) to keep his 'secrets' safe, and therefore he could trust Miles 1610 to do the same. once he's ok with small talk, they start tackling physical touch, slowly but surely. Miles 1610 is always supportive of him, always trying to understand better so he can be helpful, trying to make his 'twin' feel safe.

Miles 1610 forces Miles 42 to join his friend group, like he is so insistent that Miles 42 just caves. he doesn't regret it.

Miles 1610 is the more emotional protector, making sure Miles 42 feels safe and secure in a give situation and helping him get away and ground when he doesn't. Miles 42 is a physical protector, and he will end anyone who harms a hair on Miles 1610's head.

very competitive, in everything, absolutely everything.

steal from each other all the time, and almost never return the items.

Miles 1610 will indulge in childish things as if they're the norm for kids his age, so that way Miles 42 doesn't feel so ashamed of reliving the parts of childhood he lost.

they're both afraid of thunder and will huddle up under the covers during a storm. (once Miles 1610 has kindled a bond between his mom and especially his dad and Miles 42, they totally climb into their parent's bed, cause they're just big little kids and they want their parents when the thunder starts shaking the house ok? leave them be)

vigilante Miles 42, who tries to be someone Miles 1610 would be proud of, even in his fucked up dimension and with his already fucked up reputation.

they kinda forget they're basically the same person, so they're all ways surprised when the other likes the same thing or has the same habit, etc.

1610; orange cat. 42; black cat. vibes; amazing

it should be so obvious, but they do the good old twin switch every once and a while, sometimes just for shits and giggles to see how long it takes others to notice.

they guilt trip people when they take too long to notice. they don't actually care, they just think its funny.

they make each other more confident. Miles 1610 is less of a people pleaser and does more for himself. Miles 42 feels secure in being selfless and nice and having his own feelings on things.

for some reason, Miles 42 is really good with babies, and Miles 1610 is subpar at best (he's better with little kids, not babies) and they always babysit mayday together.

they're with each other more often than not. especially after migeul just gives up on trying to keep him off of missions, cause it takes more time and effort to do so, especially when he ultimately fails every time.

Miles 42 blackmailed Miguel into apologizing to Miles 1610, while he was already in the process of apologizing... he just wasn't doing enough in Miles's mind, he needed a little push, a little reminder of what would happen to him if he chickened out.

thats all I've got for now, hope you enjoy my brain worms.

#miles morales #miles morales 42 #prowler miles #miles morales 1610 #miles 1610 #miles 42 #atsv #across the spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse

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doubledyke · 4 days

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idk why i have such strong lore about eddy's parents but i feel like i know these mfers

100% they are swingers

dad does coke on the not so down low

totally the types to cuss in front of their kids and don't care if their kids cuss "in the house"

mom is in a classic mlm (mary kay); has been known to use little eddy as a model to practice her make up skills/demonstrate products for clients - the shitty full coverage foundation almost looks decent on pristine toddler skin

nasty little white dog with tear stains once both boys are gone

make their own p0rnos

completely non-religious; the subject never comes up

they either lived in the trailer park or a tiny downtown apartment before eddy sr.'s big promotion- were pretty poor when they had bro

mom's family is italian, dad's side is irish - or vice versa, doesn't really matter

mom is friends with momma kanker - thinks the other wives in the neighborhood are uptight bitches; they kiki and chain-smoke/day-drink together

dad has a gay brother/cousin that he was really close to before he came out and was disowned by the family; feels that he was tricked and betrayed for whatever heterosexual reason; thinks this justifies his homohobia

mom is very affectionate with her boys (especially eddy), and definitely licks her thumb to wipe schmutz off their faces even into adulthood

both parents are extremely uncomfortable when serious emotions come up, and have no clue how to handle eddy's obvious behavioral/emotional issues; mom turns to food for comfort and figures the same will work for her sons

she feels guilty for what happened to eddy and has trouble telling him no or punishing him; dad's motto is 'boys will be boys"- that's a threat

dad has never uttered the words "i love you", and would only respond with a grunt if anyone ever said it, but that hasn't happened in years

dad really wants to pass on the family business to one of his sons, so he was pissed when his oldest decided to pursue a more artistic path; really lays it on thick with eddy that he's gonna be the one to take over some day

mom never graduated high school cuz she got pregnant and dropped out; worked a few odd jobs when bro was growing up but is now a full time stay-at-home mom... when she's not at spin class or the salon or attending some sort of direct sales function

#may or may not add more to this later but its been in my drafts for a month so figured i'd share #tmrw is the big move and im procrastinating #luckily there isnt a ton more to do but im not looking forward to taking apart my bitch ass bed #text

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lemonandlime22 · 2 years

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I have a sweet little request: Could I have headcanons of Leona, Trey, Azul and Jamil with a very affectionate and small s/o? S/o always gives them headpats, cooks/bakes for them, etc.

Leona, Trey, Azul, and Jamil with a small and affectionate s/o

Warning(s): cussing,

A/N: this is adorable! ty for the request i hope you like it!

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Leona

the lion was too stunned to speak

this man really is the surprised pikacho face meme your whole relationship

he's really not used to this much affection so please give him some time to get used to it

and when he does?

oh boy!

you are not leaving his arms for a damn second.

he won't admit it but he loves it when you rub his ears while cuddling

his favorite cuddling position is where his face is in your chest or buried in your shoulder with his arms around your waist

perfect for you to pat his head.

You are a godsend to Ruggie, he has so much more free time now.

you usually make most of his meals

and he LOVES them

straight up refuses to eat almost anything else.

Cheka loves you too

you always give him headpats, hugs, and a bunch of baked goods every time he visits Leona.

Leona hates this btw.

Overall, all the unconditional love that you give him is something he is not at all used to but something that he happily excepts and returns.

Trey

COOKING DATES! COOKING DATES! COOKING DATES!-

you help him with unbirthday parties a lot, and with your help, things go by a lot faster

and what do you do with all that extra time you might ask?

cuddle!!

he loves holding, hugging, and cuddling your small frame

your just so cute!

you both have a mutual love for giving each other physical affection and spending time with one another.

he's basically the dorm dad so he's very used to giving headpats and not used to resaving them

so when you started giving them to him he was pleasantly surprised.

speaking of dorm parents

your the new Heartslabyul dorm parent

sorry I don't make the rules.

yes I do >:)

Overall, you guys have very similar, if not the same, love languages. also, he's very happy to have some help with his like 50+ children /hj

Azul

You are going to be the death of this man

I swear-

every time you try to give him headpats he has to lean down a bit for you to reach

and every single time he is so thankful that you can't see his face (he always looks at the floor) because is it so red, redder the riddle when he was about to overblot.

you can see it btw, just don't tell him that. he will implode.

he adores your cooking!

even asking you to help with the cooking at the mostro lounge

when he asks you, you said;

"sorry love but no. My cooking is only for you <3"

he was upset by your decline, but he respected your decision

then he fully registers what you said, and um, bitch couldn't breath

I suggest giving him mouth to mouth

wink wink nug nug

you kiss him. on the mouth. that's it. this is still a sfw blog.

Overall, he adores you and your affection. he can get really insecure at times, so all the affection helps him a lot. pls give him more!

btw the tweels love ya too, the more your around = the more Azul is flustered = the easier it is for the tweels to tease him.

Jamil

COOKING DATES! COOKING DATES! COOKING DATES!- #2

like with Trey, you help him a lot!

honestly, your presence alone takes a lot of stress off his shoulders

so you helping him means so much.

loves your cooking so much and 100% agrees with you that your cooking if for him and his tastebuds alone >:(

you make each other's lunches on occasion, and on one of those days Kalim tried to steal a bite of Jamil's food

let's just say that Kailm learned an important lesson that day

never touch the lunch that s/o made for Jamil.

your headpats mean the world to him

he could be having the shityist day in all of twisted wonderland

then you come and give him some headpats and affection

and it's like

POW!

happiest he's ever been

no one has ever seen such a bright smile!

please cuddle this man!

he needs and deserves it.

Overall, you are a saint to this man. he knows that if he ever needs a helping hand or just someone around he can always go to you, and he very much appreciates that.

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#twst #twst jamil #twst azul #twst trey #twst leona #twst headcanons #twst yuu #twst hc #twst crack #twst fluff #twisted wonderland x gn!reader #gn reader #lol #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #request #twst x yuu #twst x mc #twst requests

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taibobo · 1 year

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brain damaged postal dude mental illness lore hcs no one asked for and also self ship stuff

he has some kind of dissociative identity disorder, whether it’s DID or OSDD or how many alters he may have is entirely unclear and his levels of amnesia vary wildly depending on his mental state/what his alters were doing/why they fronted

the only alter he’s had contact with/actually recognizes the existence of is alter dude/the other dude (he calls him the other dude, but the alter self identifies as alter dude)

alter dude is pretty self aware of the reason why he exists and holds some significant level of childhood trauma related to postal dude’s father (who in this universe/my hc is the postal 1 postal dude or someone similar. an extremely mentally unstable paranoid man who may have involuntarily taken his delusions out on his kid. american health care is not good) this is why alter dude has the voice of rick hunter

postal dude is fairly pacifist and doesn’t kill people often, while alter dude kills people with only some modicum of discretion, usually when they’re keeping him from or antagonizing him while getting things done. postal dude is somewhat aware of this but has stopped letting it affect him because it doesn’t seem to matter

my s/i (i’m just gonna use first person from here on out lol) was informed at the beginning of the relationship that postal dude has at least one recognizable alter and was just like “oh. okay cool (is also mentally ill)” cause idgaf clearly

i am dating postal dude formally and dating alter dude informally. neither of them care because they consider themselves two parts of a whole and not really separate people. even if they did consider themselves separate identities they are not really the monogamous exclusive type so

alter dude is the less touchy/affectionate of the two, but makes up with it in a lot of false bravado and corny embarrassing dom flirting (he doesn’t know what he’s doing. he doesn’t exactly front during sex or dates and his memories of those aren’t shared mostly so he’s basically a hapless virgin)

postal dude is more physical in terms of his love language, but speaks much more casually and frankly as if i am like his best friend who he makes out with and says he loves. very good chill vibes

sometimes they get mad at each other because they basically operate like roommates who never see each other in terms of living. postal dude complaining about alter dude not washing the dishes or eating his food when he knows he’s been out, alter dude annoyed that postal dude doesn’t do his specific strange neurodivergent rituals, etc. they don’t actually hate each other though they just like to squabble

though dude’s head trauma didn’t give him his dissociative disorder or exacerbate it or anything it probably gave him some sort of physical symptom like chronic migraines or nerve damage. as someone who also has both of these i love projecting ❤️ and also it would make me a good nurse for him ❤️

i call alter dude A.D but he doesn’t like when anyone else calls him that. he just prefers being called dude by everyone else as if he’s the same guy as postal dude because he finds drawing attention to himself causes him more problems (which makes him want to kill which triggers his stuff about his dad which makes him more violent etc etc. negative feedback loop. he’s gotten a little better at grounding himself though)

champ can tell the difference between the two and treats them differently. he’s basically their service dog but without any real formal training. he’s just a smart boy

#postai

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Monster March 2023 Day 7 Minotaur - Part 5- Finalle

Woo, this was fun. And now for a happy ending. Both literal and figurative.

Thanks to @borealwrites for their Monster March 2023 prompt list. As well as @catbatart 's too. Let's keep the monsterfucker fandom alive and well.

Part 5

Post Rut

You barely escaped Bauvar’s side on Sunday when the kids got dropped off at home and you barely got a load of laundry in the washer and had done your best to scrub the “evidence” of your weekend escapade off.

But nothing got past your kids’ noses.

“So? Bauvar hit his rut?” Your son Denali asked pointedly.

“He did.” You nodded as your cheeks flushed.

“You’re not gonna fall for it again are you?” He asked worriedly.

“No. And I still have the IUD, so you shouldn’t be expecting any more siblings.” You urged him as you pet his head and down his soft ears affectionately.

“I just don’t want your heart to get broken again.” He pouted.

“It won’t honey. It’s the rut. It doesn’t last forever. I’m not holding my breath. For all I know, next week, all it will be is a hazy memory for him.” You tried to reassure him.

“But what was it for you?” He asked worriedly.

“It was…really nice. He tried to actually take an inhibitor all week so that he wouldn’t get into it after the work thing. Which he succeeded.” You said.

“But you smell like you still spent the weekend with him so he could unleash it on you anyway.” He grumped.

“He asked me to leave so he wouldn’t hurt me, either accidentally or otherwise, which showed incredible restraint and that he genuinely felt that way. Just like dad did. So, I chose to stay anyway, and even if he snaps out of it post rut, I don’t regret it.” You insisted calmly as you put the dishes away.

“Did he at least do it right?” Denali insisted as you simply just gave him an unimpressed look.

“If he did, will you be asking him for pointers?” You challenged.

“Yeah, ok, he did, enough. I’m gonna unpack.” He backed down as he sheepishly laid his ears down and then quickly trotted off to his room to unpack his clothes from the weekend.

Honestly you expected this from Denali especially. Poor boy was a moose minotaur himself, the oldest from your first “rut” with his dad when you started to attend velvet stripping school. That was- until he came into the class and practically fell in love with a classmate and dumped your ass after that rut. Denali- like the mountain he was named after, a lot like his dad in the respect he was just barely a teen but bigger than most of his peers, despite you being his mom but he was the most protective and possessive of you. And then his younger sister, Kenai, was an elk minotaur hybrid, who you had- had a fling with her dad the next rut after that. Then there was Wallia, your deer minotaur daughter with the same M.O.. And then lastly, the two kids your husband had given you, Kodak and Dova who were caribou minotaur themselves.

You were expecting the sexting that night, especially with the explicit understanding that he would delete all the pictures post rut and that he wouldn’t breathe a word of this to anyone, because you had your salon’s reputation to protect. Which he was more than ready to agree to and assure you and reassure you that you’d never have to worry about any of that. You welcomed the sexy phone sex that night. And you had never stopped smiling and blushing all week, when he would send you all kinds or messages all week. You expected the horney ones. The romantic ones, you predicted. The heartfelt, bearing his soul ones? Was, for once, a refreshing change of pace as you had warned him that Denali, Keenai and Wallia were the most skeptical about this new relationship you had with him and were the most worried that this was all just his rut, even as insistent he was that it wasn’t.

So that simply left the post rut for him to prove it true or wrong.

After two more weeks of this, you knew you were in trouble and probably way too invested in this and had already gotten all kinds of feelings and hopes and the dreams were insane. And while you didn’t return to his place for the duration of his rut, for fear if you did, you’d never leave it again, because he’d blow your back out again fucking you into oblivion.

And right when you knew his rut ended, you expected the messages to either stop or at least wane.

But to your delight, they didn’t. If anything, he had held up his end of the bargain. He had drawn up a proper “noncompete” for your business and that restraining order against Dick Rick. And when he was a full week past the end of the rut, he officially asked you, and most importantly, all of your kids out to a proper outing and first date.

And while Denali was still extremely skeptical and weary, he slowly but surely put in the hard work to earn their trust that he really was interested in being your romantic partner and be part of your family, as much or as little as you and they would permit. Which of course, won all the girls over.

And while the kids weren’t all that impressed that he was a lawyer, because their dad had been in forestry. Specifically, he co owned a lumber yard, and was literally a lumberjack when a widowmaker tree fell on him and crushed him. But the land he had bought to build your dream home on- was literally, sitting on quite a bit of gold. And thanks to one hell of a deal, you had sold the claim for literally a hundred times as much as it had initially been worth and what he had paid for it. And your husband’s co-owner of the lumberyard and lumber mill, still counted you and your family as co-owners. So you still had that income from the revenue from the mill. And it all afforded for you to build your dream house anyway. Granted, not where you initially had planned on it being. But thanks to that sale, it afforded for you to build this business and make it into the empire it was now, even when Denali’s dad and Wallia’s dad and Kenai still paid child support, which honestly, went straight into buying more and more clothes for them to wear to school because they were all still growing like crazy.

And when Bauvar lost his antlers when they shed, he only seemed to double his efforts in courting you properly. And that was what Denali, and all the other kids were seeming to wait for to see if this would be temporary or perhaps more permanent. And slowly but surely, he won them and you over.

By spring, he moved in and had joined his finances to yours and was happy to give up his high rise apartment for your loving home. You and the kids were so happy that he was, actually self sufficient. He cooked, like really, well. He always got the kids from school, helped with the dishes and laundry and stuff while Denali especially was keen on showing him how to wield a chainsaw. And his parents, while at first were surprised to see you were human, when they saw your kids, they suddenly fully understood it and had practically adopted your kids as their own grandkids and were surprisingly, very welcoming and even invited to family dinners as you were relieved when you weren’t the only non taur or even non caribou minotaur there.

By Summer you got married in a small, friends and family affair. And by the next rut, you were happy to come home after a long day of stripping velvet and then promptly fucked you into oblivion after he made sure you came home to dinner ready for you. And you were so relieved to get the help and support and give it in kind. Because while it wasn’t perfect, it was happy, healthy and perfectly functional. And by the following summer, you welcomed your last child, Aurora.

#Monster March #Monster March 2023 #Monster March 2023 Day 7 - Minotaur #Monster March Day 7 Part 5

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torterrachampion · 9 months

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Top 5 or 10 characters? 👀

We'll do 10 I think because that seems fun to me. Man, I didn't think I'd find these questions so hard when I reblogged that post lmao. But I'll do my best!

I'm going with my "favourite" characters rather than most well-written/best characters because honestly that would be a different list. So here are my current blorbos. Characters that just seeing them makes me happy.

Chloé d'Apchier. Surprise, surprise woman with "Chloé d'Apchier enthusiast" in her bio really likes Chloé. I probably spend more time thinking about her than any other character at the moment and it's been like that for... at least a couple years now. So due to terminal brainrot she's ranked number 1 at this current point in time. Perhaps not the most mind blowing character in general or even the most influential to me personally but I connected to her hard and I think she's generally a lot of fun. Her position within the Gévaudan arc was a really interesting one and that arc is my favourite in vnc so far.

The 11th Doctor. Doctor Who is a weird show for me since in a way I've been a fan before I even watched it. My Dad has been into it since he was a kid and I'd been exposed to it at least mildly through my entire childhood. But my first Doctor was Matt Smith and I couldn't have asked for better. His take on the Doctor was joyful and funny and dark and he really brought his all to the character. 11's got some of my favourite episodes and there's really nothing quite like watching him bounce around time and space with Amy and Rory.

Grovyle. Man... Grovyle pmd is an insane character. I was not prepared for his storyline at the ripe age of 7 years old. Everything about him is so cool in concept and even cooler in execution. His connection with you, the player, really makes the game and along with your partner he's really the heart of pmd2.

Elliot Nightray. I adore Elliot so much. Even if a lot of the best parts of ph come after his death I can't help loving him the most. He has my favourite death scene in anything ever, I think he's incredible. His nobility contrasted with his teenage boy brashness is just very endearing. And his words to Oz about self-sacrifice have always stuck with me. Learnt a lot about myself through Elliot as a teenager and he's a lot of fun besides.

Gilbert Nightray. Two Nightrays in a row! Ah, Gil, truly a guy of all time. He greatly influenced my taste in fictional men (pathetic) and I don't think I've ever recovered. Gil has the edgelord aesthetic that I was drawn to at the time while also being the most pitiable man I've ever seen. Truly rewrote my brain. He grows a lot throughout ph and regularly gets some of the coolest moments.

The 12th Doctor. Same character as earlier just portrayed by a different actor and god, Peter Capaldi understands the Doctor. His storyline is pretty consistent throughout his seasons and his character arc is super rewarding even in episodes that leave something to be desired elsewhere. He also boasts the single best episode in all of Doctor Who, Heaven Sent.

Yuu Koito. I have never in my life related to a romance protagonist the way I related to Yuu. Bloom into You as a series made me feel very seen with her character and even ignoring that she's incredibly funny and one of if not the most enjoyable character in the manga/show.

Alice Baskerville. One of my main gripes with ph is just that I wish there was more Alice! I love Alice, she's always a delight. Her relationship to Oz is one of my favourites in all of ph and her strength of character is really nice. I also like to see a girl get to be a dumb shounen protag sometimes. I need more female characters who are idiots (affectionate).

Portia. The spider from Children of Time. Really there are a number of Portias that are followed throughout the book but I love all of them. I don't know how to convey what's great about her but trust me when I say I've never cared so much about a spider.

Thomas Senlin/Tom Mudd. The Books of Babel series is so fun and Senlin really makes it. He's cowardly and naive at the beginning but he grows a lot while still remaining bookish and weak. He meets all the challenges of the Tower admirably and manages to hang on to his humanity even when it would be easier to discard it like many of the other Tower inhabitants. A recent addition to my blorbo collection and I'm not all caught up on his books but nonetheless he has been rotating in my brain.

#this list could have been entirely mochijun characters but I restrained myself #not having echo or reim here is a little sad though #not to mention the vnc characters #asks #dapperrokyuu

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shina913 · 2 years

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Gradation, Part 10 | JJK

Gradation, Part 10

gra·da·tion | \ grā-ˈdā-shən , grə- \

Definition: 1a: a series forming successive stages 1b: a step or place in an ordered scale 2: an advance by regular degrees 3: a gradual passing from one tint or shade to another –Source: Merriam-Webster

✮ ✮ ✮ Gradation Masterlist ✮ ✮ ✮

Pairing: JJK x Fem!reader

Rating: M (🔞); NSFW

Genre: BF2L; slow burn; fluff; angst; smut

Word count: 8.9K words

Warnings: FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF; so much cheesiness; romance; psychotherapy session; strong sexual language; riding; clit play; breast/nipple play; cussing; domestic life; unprotected!sex in a committed, monogamous relationship; engagement; marriage

Summary: On your wedding day, your fiancé leaves you at the altar. While reeling from the embarrassment and heartbreak, your best friend, Jungkook, wants to do everything that he can to help you heal.

A/N: Here is the final installment! I have so many mixed feelings but I feel so much joy and relief at the same time--I just can't believe that this is the end. 😭😭 I am a huge sucker for full-circle moments so I hope I did these two justice.

I just want to give a huge S/O to @deepseavibez for indulging me while I obsessively talked about these two and just--everything going on in my brain. You were such a huge inspiration to me and you helped me rediscover how much I loved writing so...THANK YOU, my sister in angst! I'm sure it won't be long until I bug you about my next ideas...👀

Please let me know what you think or feel free to send questions 📩

Thank you for all the love you’ve shown Gradation!

Sunday dinner went surprisingly smoothly. The last time that Jungkook was here, he and your dad joked around and talked about the next limited release of the small-batch brew that he brought over.

The difference between then and now? Back then, he wasn’t your boyfriend. Tonight, things have considerably changed.

Of course–your dad, being your dad–couldn’t miss the chance at some good ol’ fashioned ribbing at the dinner table.

“You’re not both sleeping on the same bed, are you,” he attempts to say in his most menacing dad-voice.

Jungkook chokes on the mouthful of food that he just took in.

“Appa, I think it’s too late for that,” you said as you pat Jungkook’s back, making sure that he wasn’t suffocating.

Your dad cried out, immediately covering his ears. Jungkook has slept over at your family’s house–in your room–many times over the years. Never on the same bed but your dad (and occasionally Hobi) couldn’t help checking whether this boy would ever sneak under his little girl’s covers.

You let your dad finish his big speech about how precious you were to him, that he’s never lifted a finger towards you and how you deserved to always be treated with respect. After Jungkook nodded along, he immediately roared in laughter, slapping him on the shoulder which was his eventual sign of approval. Your dad was a man of few words and looked intimidating to people who didn’t know him well. Behind closed doors, he was just a warm and affectionate teddy bear.

The first time that he met Jungkook, he was very withdrawn as a child and barely spoke unless you were present. It took him a while to warm up to your parents, especially your dad. But your dad persisted–he stood on the sidelines, dropped him off at his house after his mom closed up shop so that Jungkook wouldn’t have to hang around waiting for the time. Driving home was always in silence with the exception of a quiet ‘thank you’ from him before exiting the vehicle and running into their front door.

One night, on one of their many quiet drives en route to Jungkook’s childhood home, he decided to have a little heart-to-heart with him.

While stopped at the curb, your dad asked for a few minutes as he glanced up at the rearview mirror while Jungkook sat in the back seat. He then turned his head around to address him directly.

“Jungkookie, I’m not trying to be your dad–you have one already,” he began gently. It made the little boy’s eyes look up directly at him.

“I just want you to know that if you need anybody to talk to, even if YN is not here, you can talk to me, okay? If you’re sad or mad–I know it’s hard for boys to talk about it but I want you to know that I am here to listen and you don’t have to feel bad about it.”

With that reassurance, Jungkook surprised him by giving him a brief hug and thanked him quietly once more for driving him home before he exited the car.

Since then, he and your dad have developed a closeness over the years. Sure, Jungkook still held back some but a shocker came to your dad when he called him a few years ago, wanting to talk in the middle of the night while he wandered aimlessly around the Rue Saint-Honoré in Paris after things ended with Lisa.

And just as he promised on that drive home, he stayed on the phone, listened and didn’t make him feel bad about it.

After dessert, you help your mom clean up in the kitchen. Hobi went back and forth between the kitchen and dining room, packing leftovers. Jungkook offered to help wash the dishes but you waved him off saying that you had it taken care of.

With that, he takes the opportunity to join your dad on the couch to catch the second half of the game.

“No beers tonight, Jungkook?”

Your mom calls out a warning from the kitchen. You swear, even at her age, she has the hearing of a bat–her eyesight has degraded some but you can’t get anything past her.

“Sorry, uncle,” he grimaced. “Auntie gave me a lot of grief that last time your gout started acting up.”

Your dad pouted at your mom then he lowered his voice. “You know, you don’t have to listen to them all the time,” he sniggered.

“Appa! Don’t corrupt my boyfriend,” you scolded playfully as you walked by them, bringing some dirty dishes to the sink.

“Your daughter wouldn’t have allowed me to live this long if I didn’t listen to her,” he joked.

“Good man,” he chortled, patting him on the shoulder.

As they settle on the couch, your dad’s expression turns somber.

“You know, I may not have told you this much while you were growing up but I want to let you know that you’ve always been part of this family. Your mother did a great job with you…and I’m sure that if your dad were still around, he would be very proud of you, too.”

Jungkook smiled ruefully. “Thanks, uncle. Thanks for treating me just like a son.”

“What are you talking about? You are one of my sons,” he says with a soft, wrinkled smile and a glint in his eye.

He patted him once on the shoulder again and pushed a lever to lean back on his recliner.

Jungkook’s lips curved into a soft smile and glanced behind him to see Hobi, who’s overheard the entire conversation, still standing by the dining table, smiling at his younger brother.

“Hi, Jungkook!” Your receptionist greeted him as he approached the front desk.

“Hey, Mina! Is YN still in a meeting?”

“Oh, I think I just saw her wandering down the hallway a second ago to go to the copy room. Is she expecting you?”

“No, I was going to surprise her for lunch.”

Just then, he sees you walking back to your office. You looked up from the papers you were reading and beamed at the sight of him standing by the reception area.

As soon as you lock eyes, you walk towards him and he thanks Mina while she waves him through.

“Hi!” You hugged him and gave him a chaste kiss, fully aware that you were still on the main floor and not in the privacy of your office. “This is a nice surprise.”

“I wanted to take you out for a quick birthday lunch. I know I rushed out this morning for my meeting and wanted to make up for it.”

“Aww—you’re so cute! I just need to leave this at my desk and grab my things.”

You lead him back to your office and as soon as you close the door, he catches you by your waist and plants a deep kiss on you. You pull back from him with a smile, while you bite your lower lip.

“Are we christening my new office now,” you joked.

“Careful–no matter how nice this building is, I know that these walls are still paper-thin…and you get pretty loud,” he says with that low, sexy voice while his hand gently squeezes your hip.

“Do I,” you asked, suddenly turned on by his touch.

“I mean–you’ve always been loud. Whether or not I’m in you,” he snickered.

“Wow–oh-kay!” You rolled your eyes while you walked away from him while he caught you again and kissed you on the nose, instantly trying to make you feel better and reminding you that he was only teasing–in case you made him suffer for that comment later on.

You rounded your desk to quickly add a note on your printout before you forgot about it.

“This looks much nicer than what you had before,” he remarked after taking a sweeping look at your new digs.

It’s been a few months since your promotion but moving into a new office space was slightly delayed due to your company moving to a newer, more modern building. Although your new office wasn’t a corner office like Yoongi’s, it was still on a perimeter location–which meant larger windows and more natural light.

“Eh, the old one wasn’t too bad. It’s seen some blood, sweat, and tears,” you mused, while grabbing another Post-It note to write down another reminder before sticking it to the edge of your screen.

Just then, your computer pings with an urgent email request.

“Sorry, Kook—just one more email and we can go.”

“Take your time, babe.”

You typed up a quick response while Jungkook walked around your office some more to look at all of the personal knick-knacks that you used to decorate it.

Catching his attention, he stops to pick up one of the frames that you had on your desk.

It was those three strips of photo booth prints that you previously had on a pin-board but you have now since framed them after realizing the significance that it held for you.

He laughed amusingly while looking at each photo. “I can’t believe you kept these.” He flips the frame around so you could see.

You hit ‘send’ on your email application and locked your computer before looking back at him.

“Of course! We had such a fun time then. It was our first big college campus event!”

“It was also the first time we met Jimin,” he said, flipping the frame back again to stare longingly at the photos.

You laughed at the memory. “I told you not to park in that lot. Thank god he saved us!”

He laughed just as much. “How was I supposed to know that there was a family of wild turkeys that lived there…and that they were not afraid of humans?”

“Oh my god—there were so many of them sitting on top of your car when we got back!” You shuddered at the memory of those creepy birds staring at you.

“If Chim hadn’t distracted them with food, they may have dragged us away into the bushes!”

You frowned sadly. “I know, I felt so bad after! He basically had to toss his whole bag of snacks that he spent all of his tickets on to get them to leave.”

He set the frame back down on your desk. “We bought him dinner afterwards, though.”

You sighed. “And we hadn’t stopped feeding him since,” you said while picking up your purse and getting up from your chair.

“True.”

“And now you’ll feed me,” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck, giving him a quick peck.

Just then, you hear a knock on your door. You slowly dropped your hands, reminding yourself that this was still a professional environment.

After you invite the person in, the door pushes open to reveal your boss, Yoongi.

“Yoongi-hyung!” Jungkook greeted him with a grin followed by a handshake.

“Jungkookie! How are you?”

“Ah, same old. Long time, no see. You?”

Jungkook and Yoongi have known of each other through your years of working together but never really had a single, proper conversation before.

It wasn’t until after you both got together, on one evening when Jungkook picked you up from work that they struck up a friendship. You were working late on a contract bid and Yoongi and a couple others were putting in some extra hours as well.

As they waited for you to save your documents in your office, they somehow bonded over something as random as Irish bombs. Since then, they have talked and even hung out without you a few times.

“Are you trying to steal my best employee away?”

“Just for an hour,” he grinned.

“Alright. Just have her back before I turn her into a pumpkin during our meeting.”

“Still grumpy as ever,” Jungkook joked.

“Keep that up and I’ll cut her lunch to half an hour,” he chided playfully.

Jungkook chuckled.

“I’ll have the report ready by then, Yoongi,” you said.

“Don’t stress, YN. It’s your birthday, so you have a valid excuse not to work hard today.”

He then turned his attention to your boyfriend.

“Call me when you get that imported Scottish whiskey, Jeon Jungkook. I want to compare it against my collection,” he said before he began backing out of your office.

“You’ll be my first call, hyungnim,” he said as Yoongi headed back to his office.

“You ready?”

“Yeah, let’s go,” you said as you began to walk out of your office.

You hold hands while you wait for the elevator to come up when he glances down at your shoes. They were nude, strappy sandals that laced up halfway to your calf, slightly sitting below the pencil skirt and loose, silk button-down top ensemble that you wore to work.

Eyeing them, he asked, “Are those new?”

Since he left for an early meeting this morning, it was the first time he was seeing you in today’s outfit.

“Nah, I’ve had them. Just rediscovered them in the back of my closet,” you said, taking a look at them and flicking your ankle upwards to show them off. “Why?”

“Hm.” He sounded dismissive as you both stepped into the elevator.

You gave him a slight frown. Not that it mattered much to you about what he thought of your fashion choices but he usually complimented you when something you wore was of note to him. “You don’t like them?”

He kept his eyes straight ahead as the doors shut.

“I do. And I think I’ll like them a lot better if you wore them while I held your ankles up to my shoulders later tonight.”

He then turned to you with a ghost of a smile on his lips while you gulped at the promise of hot birthday sex this evening.

“Just make sure you take your cold medicine, please?”

Not long after your birthday, you fell ill. You had caught a terrible cold and barred visitors from entering, including your boyfriend so you had to settle for video calls until you were a few days out, making sure that you were no longer contagious.

“Taking them as we speak,” you said while you turned the camera around showing him the bulky cold and flu capsules that you were about to swallow

Jungkook wanted so badly to come over and even promised to wear a face mask but you declined and told him you’d feel guiltier if he caught your cold. It’s been over a week since you last saw each other and he was missing you. You weren’t feverish any longer but were still slightly congested.

After taking your medicine, you trudged back to your bedroom.

“I’m going to try and get some sleep,” you said hoarsely as you switched your humidifier on.

“Okay, bub. Please call me if you need anything and I’ll drive over to drop it off at your door.”

“I will. And please tell the guys I said thank you for the food delivery.”

“You’re welcome, YN!” Jimin pushed his face into Jungkook’s camera, smiling and waving at you.

“Feel better,” Taehyung called over his shoulder while he was setting up a game on Jungkook’s TV screen.

You sniffled and blew your nose into a tissue. “Thanks, guys. I love you.”

“Love you, too,” the soulmates said in unison.

Jungkook addressed them off-camera. “She meant me!”

You giggled hoarsely, triggering a cough that you quickly stifled.

“I mean, sure—I guess I love you, too,” you smiled as you got under the covers.

“Hope you feel better, baby. Call me tomorrow. Love you!”

You pucker your lips at the camera mimicking a kiss. “Love you, too,” you said before hanging up.

“So is this how it’s going to be now,” Jimin asked.

“Like what,” Jungkook asked as he took a spot on his couch, grabbing a controller.

Jimin slumped on the couch. “You know…all lovey-dovey and shit…barely hanging out with your friends.”

Jungkook scoffed. “What could we possibly be doing right this second?”

“Don’t mind him,” Taehyung said, still flicking back and forth the game screen, deciding which course to play. “He’s only projecting because he’s nervous about meeting Mel’s parents next week.”

He whipped his head around, jaw dropped at his friend. He didn’t realize that things were getting that serious between him and his assistant.

Jimin blew out a raspberry. “Who’s nervous? I’m not nervous! I’m perfectly fine,” he said in a rush.

“Do you need some tips? Because–”

“Nope,” his friend said immediately.

Jungkook raised his hands in defeat while regarding his friend carefully. Jimin avoided making eye-contact and kept his attention on the screen so he shook his head and geared up for the game when Taehyung finally picked a course.

A few minutes into the first match, Jimin took a deep breath. “Should I bring anything? Mel said I didn’t need to but I feel like that’s code for something. Like, I must bring something. Dessert? Alcohol?”

Jungkook and Taehyung chuckled as Jimin bounced ideas off them for the rest of the night.

A few days later, after you got the all-clear from your general practitioner, you immediately planned a date night with Jungkook. You went out for a nice dinner then took things back to your place.

“That thing you had on earlier—I’ve never seen that before,” he asked after getting under the covers with you.

He was referring to the white, lace-mesh, cutout bodysuit that you recently bought and wore under your dress tonight—which he practically almost ripped off you.

You were both freshly showered after an intense three-orgasm session earlier this evening. He also gave you a fourth one while in the shower…thought he’d make up for lost time.

“Yeah, I ordered it last week and thought I’d debut it tonight,” you said slyly.

“God damn! How did I not blow my load early?”

You giggled. “So it’s a keeper?”

“Fuck, yes! Move it to the top of the drawer!”

You laughed and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

“Speaking of drawers, I might have to do some laundry here tomorrow morning. I didn’t realize that I only kept a couple boxers here…not that I need them around you but if I were spending the night during the week or—“

“Maybe you should keep more of your stuff here,” you casually suggested.

He furrowed his eyebrows, caught off-guard with your last remark.

You both kept personal items at the other’s homes and didn’t really think anything of it. A toothbrush here, a lash curler there, a few shirts, and shoes. It’s been several months into your relationship and you realized that you hadn’t really discussed the topic.

“I mean…why don’t we keep all of our things in one place,” you suggested earnestly.

He narrowed his eyes. “Are you—“

“Asking you to move in? Yeah, I am. Do you think that’s a terrible idea,” you asked softly.

He smiled. “N-no. Is that something that you want?”

“Yeah. We spend so much time at each other’s homes. It just makes sense to…consolidate?”

“Consolidate,” he repeated. “Here?”

“I just thought that since you were on a month-by-month rental at your place while I’m paying a mortgage—“

“You mean we’re going to be paying the mortgage.”

You raised your eyebrows. “So you agree?”

He smiled, delighted by the thought. “Yeah. It’s the next logical step. I’m excited!”

“You are?”

“As long as I’m with you, I don’t need much else,” he said, giving you a kiss.

Jungkook’s mom busied herself in the kitchen after dinner, washing the dishes when you approached her asking if she needed help with anything.

It was a rare treat for her to invite anybody over for dinner at her house because she was always busy working, six days a week.

“Oh, no, honey. I’m perfectly fine here. You and Jungkook go rest.”

“Oh well, your son just fell asleep on the couch,” you smiled. “He had a long week.”

“Aish, that boy works himself silly sometimes.”

“I know. He works very hard. He just wants to always put his best foot forward,” you said, leaning against the kitchen counter.

“Yes, he does. I think that is something that he picked up from me. But I tell him all the time that sometimes work isn’t all there is to life. I know that I had to work to give him a better future. There wasn’t much of a choice for me and I had to make some painful sacrifices–unfortunately, I lost some time with him,” she said as she longingly looked back into the living room and saw a glimpse of her son asleep on the couch.

“That must have been difficult,” you said empathetically.

You’ve witnessed Jungkook and his mom have arguments either during school or the handful of times that you stayed over at their house. When you were younger, he complained about her not having enough time for him or how she was short-tempered and in turn, making him act out at school or around you.

“It…it was,” she said somberly. “But over time, as he got older, he understood why I had to do what I did, eventually. He’s a smart man.”

You nodded in agreement.

“And…I can’t help but be forever grateful to you and your family for being there for him–most especially you.”

“Oh, auntie…all I did was keep him company,” you smiled sheepishly. “He loves you very much. He just–needed to be…constantly reminded of it.”

After setting the last plate on the dish rack, she dried her hands. She looked at you lovingly and embraced you. “I know that, YN…which is why I’m very grateful to you. All I want is for my son to be happy.”

She pulled away from you. “You know, I’m handing off my responsibilities at the shop more. Recently, I don’t feel the need to work as hard because seeing you together? I’m happy to see him settled. I can take more time for myself now because I don’t have to worry about him as much knowing that he’s in very good hands.”

She gave you a heartfelt smile.

“Eomma, don’t make YN cry.”

You looked up, wiping tears away from your cheek as Jungkook walked into the kitchen.

“I thought you were napping,” you said.

“Yeah but then I got hungry again,” he said, rubbing his belly.

His mom chuckled. “There’s some hotteok in the fridge, honey. I made them yesterday.”

He hummed in appreciation and asked if you wanted any. You nodded so he pulled a second plate out of the cupboard and checked if his mom had any ice cream in the freezer. He knew you’d take any dessert a la mode whenever you could.

“Is it true that you’re stepping back from the shop,” he asked while he scooped some ice cream onto your plate.

“Well, not completely. Kangho and I were planning–”

“Kangho?” He was suddenly unfamiliar with the name.

“Mr. Hwang,” she corrected.

“Yah! You’re on a first-name basis now,” he said, visibly annoyed.

“Jungkook-ah! We’ve been friends since you were a teenager and I’ll have you know that he’s a very nice man,” she explained.

“Isn’t he married?”

She scoffed. “He’s been a widower for three years–”

“Uhh—and he thinks that he can just waltz in here and pick up another wife,” he said, suddenly adorably agitated.

She put her hands on her hips and squared her shoulders at her grown son. “Well, excuse me if I am trying to find some joy for myself. I didn’t think that I needed my boy’s permission!”

“I need to have a talk with him–establish some rules or something.”

“You’re about a year too late, son,” she laughed as she walked out of the room.

Jungkook chased after his mom, continuing to pepper her with questions while you remained in the kitchen and listened to their spirited exchange, helping yourself to more ice cream and hotteok.

“Thanks for helping us revise the paperwork on the condo, hyung,” Jungkook says after he signs another document at Hobi’s office.

Since you decided to move in together, Jungkook asked if it was possible to add him as a co-signer to your home so you could officially and legally share the financial responsibility with the mortgage.

“It’s nothing. And this will be good for both of you in the long run if you decide to buy a bigger place eventually.”

Jungkook stops to look up at Hobi’s unchanged expression as he hands him another set of forms to sign.

“You know, so my future nieces or nephews have room to run around,” he added nonchalantly while he reviewed the previous set of documents that Jungkook just signed.

He continued to eye Hobi as he pretended to read the forms that he had already reviewed repeatedly.

Chuckling silently, he finally asked, “You think you can get us a place with a backyard?” It sounded like a dare.

Hobi looks at him and with a serious expression and responds, “Bro, you give me a call when you’re ready and I’ll find you a place with a back and front yard and still have money left over for renovations.”

Both men laughed heartily.

Turning serious, he asked, “So…how soon are you thinking?”

Jungkook gave him a knowing smile but not giving anything away. “Soon.”

Hobi exclaimed. “What? No hint?”

Jungkook just laughed him off.

*******

“It’s good that Jungkookie is moving into your place instead of the other way around. Last time, I needed to visit my acupuncturist because I think I pulled something,” Taehyung joked with you.

“No, that’s just because you’re old, Tae,” you spat back at him while you labeled Jungkook’s boxes.

Fine. You had way more stuff than Jungkook did but at the time, you were moving from a larger place into a slightly smaller space. To your credit, you got rid of many things in the last year.

While Jimin and Jungkook were loading up a small moving truck downstairs, you and Taehyung packed up the rest of his apartment, labeling and sealing boxes.

Jungkook had packed up most of his home office last night but he asked you to do a final sweep before sealing the boxes.

Armed with packaging tape, you sealed the first box that contained his action figures, which he painstakingly bubble-wrapped.

As you moved on to the next box on the floor that contained his diplomas and special awards, you paused before sealing it as an item sitting at the top of the pile caught your attention.

You remembered the day well. It was a windy, spring day—your allergies were in full force and whatever hair and makeup you did that morning was all for nothing, you thought.

You were being a good friend, you repeated within yourself—even though this was only an elective, he seemed to be really into it so you wanted him to get a good grade to meet his scholarship minimum average.

“Could we try the beauty shot now, maybe?”

You cringed at the timing. He wanted you to feel relaxed first and take some farther shots before moving into the extreme close-ups.

“Can I just blow my nose really quickly and try to salvage my makeup?” Your mascara—however little you put on—was running because of your allergies.

You had finally moved indoors after he took the first few ‘natural light’ and exterior shots.

While trying to schedule this photoshoot, he promised he would work around your schedule. You had a final that day so he agreed to meet you at your off-campus apartment because you had a two-hour window.

While in the bathroom, you got a glimpse of what a mess all of the sneezing and sniffling has made. You dreaded what the first photos looked like.

Having had enough, you decided to wipe all of your makeup off and wash your face. After applying some moisturizer and giving your hair a quick brush, you walked out seeing Jungkook reviewing the shots that he took earlier.

“They don’t look too bad,” he says while he scrolled through the digital camera’s display screen. “I can always adjust the lighting on some of these.”

He looks up while you stand barefaced by the window.

“What happened to your makeup?”

“I couldn’t take it anymore. It was really irritating my eyes,” you said. “Guess it’s going to be a non-beauty beauty shot,” you said apologetically.

He smiled warmly. “Nobody said that makeup was required. I think you look pretty with or without it,” he said simply.

You smiled back at your friend’s vote of confidence. “Okay. Where do you want me?”

“Uh—here’s fine, I think. The lighting is good,” he said, referring to the reading nook by your window.

“Just sit as comfortably as you can,” he requested.

You thought that the photos wouldn’t come out nice because before washing your face, your eyes were puffy and red from the allergens.

Looking back at this photo, you realized that Jungkook brought out the best in you even when you thought the worst of yourself.

“Hey,” he says, breaking your reverie and pulling you back into the present.

He stood behind you while you held and stared at your old photo.

“When did you get this?” You remember that the last time you saw this photo was in your bedroom back at the old house that you shared with Derek.

“Does it matter when and how I got it?”

“No but—I just didn’t know you had this.”

“Just think of it as an artist reclaiming his masterpiece,” he said with a faint smile before kissing you on the cheek and picking up one of the boxes that you had sealed and labeled.

“Kook, where are you taking me?”

“Patience, baby…”

“We’re going to be late to dinner–”

“Shush! Can you just let me surprise you every now and then?”

Jungkook asked you to cover your eyes and keep them closed as soon as you left your place.

“You’ve surprised me enough during the course of this relationship. And not to mention it’s your birthday so I don’t know why I’m getting the surprise.”

“Just think of it as a gift—for me!”

You groan. “Okay, okay. I just don’t want our family waiting for us. You know I hate being late.”

“This won’t take long. Watch out, baby–there’s a couple small steps coming up—there you go…and a couple more here–”

“Do not let me fall in these heels, I swear to god–”

He chuckles. “I promise, I’m not.”

He sounded very excited about this and you were just itching to open your eyes. You hated surprises but you let your boyfriend do it anyway. So far, you haven’t kicked him to the curb for it.

“Okay–ready?”

“Yes! I’ve been ready,” you answer impatiently.

“Alright, open your eyes,” he says.

As soon as your eyes adjust to the light, you smile excitedly as soon as you get a good look at where you were at.

“Is this–”

He nodded. “Yeah.”

You giggled as you looked around this familiar place. Suddenly, a slight panic set in. “Are we trespassing?”

He laughed. “No. I talked to someone beforehand. We’re good.”

You walked closer to the play structure–most of it had been remodeled but the double-slide was still there–albeit with a new paint job. Tan bark and soft cork cushioning had replaced the old dirt and concrete surface–it made for a softer landing.

The little hiding spot behind the slides was still there but they’ve since added an enclosure that included a sensory wall.

“I’m not even going to ask how you managed this.”

“I told you, I have my ways,” he said enigmatically. “Wanna sit?”

You took a seat at the end of the slide while Jungkook sat on the other, next to you.

“Oh man. We’ve come a long way since our time here, huh,” you said nostalgically.

“We have. Who would have thought that some scrappy, moody, boy would ever fall in love with a sassy, loudmouth, bowl-cut and pigtail-wearing girl?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Loudmouth, huh? You’re definitely not getting any tonight!”

He chuckled loudly. “I forgot to mention ‘beautiful’,” he corrected, while pinching your cheek.

After a few moments of silence, he asked, “We’ve had a great year, right?”

“We have,” you affirmed with a smile.

“What do you think next year will be like,” he wondered.

You shrugged your shoulders. “I mean…I don’t know,” you said vaguely. “We’ll just take it one day, one step at a time and find out, I guess,” you said, looking down on the ground.

He sighed. “Hmm…I don’t feel like guessing, though.”

You raised your head slowly, curious as to what he meant by that.

“I want to take the next step.”

You watched him as he slowly stood up from where he sat and moved in front of you to get down on one knee.

You gasp audibly and your hands fly to your mouth in surprise.

“YN, baby… I’m not going to say what I already tell you everyday…how much I love you and how happy you make me. Instead, I’m going to ask—will you please make me even happier than I already am–and marry me?”

Trembling with tear-soaked eyes, you leaned closer to him, smiled broadly, and resoundingly responded, “Yes!”

You cup his face, pulled him close to you and kissed him repeatedly. While he grinned through your kisses, he slipped the ring onto your finger.

Suddenly he yells out, “You all heard it loud and clear! She said ‘yes’!”

You gasp once more as your family comes out from the dark classroom cheering, clapping, and exchanging hugs between you and Jungkook.

After Hobi hugs and congratulates you, he takes a few candid photos of you and your family—including your ring…a 3-carat, round-cut solitaire set on a platinum band accented with small channel diamonds covering it three-quarters of the way through. Simple, classic with a little flair…but most of all, enduring.

*******

“How are we today, YN?”

“I’m doing really well,” you beamed at her and practically bounced off the couch.

“Wow! I can really hear and feel that from you,” the doctor says as she prepares to jot down notes from this session and casually noted the new hardware that you sported on your left ring finger.

It’s been many months since your last session and things have dramatically changed since then.

Although mostly irrelevant to your current status and what you were feeling at this moment, you quickly recapped events that transpired with Derek, your brief fallout with Jungkook that eventually led to both of you getting together and being in a committed relationship.

You discussed how easy everything was with him—almost second-nature. Like any couple, you bickered and had the occasional argument. You talked it out when you could and gave each other space when you couldn’t resolve it the same night.

But none of those instances felt like the end of the world just as you had initially feared. You always found your way back to each other because you had laid the best foundation before you even began building your relationship.

The good doctor listened, asked some follow-up questions but didn’t judge. It was why you were so receptive to her course of treatment. She was approachable yet constructive when you expressed apprehension or questioned your behavior or decisions.

She was supportive of steps that you took but not in a lenient way. She didn’t admonish you but she didn’t patronize you either. It was an approach that you found extremely helpful in steering you in the right direction towards healing yourself.

“Over a year ago, I never thought that I would ever get to this place in my life. It just seemed really bleak. But now that I’m actually here, I find that I don’t have the compulsion to look over my shoulder…at least not as often,” you chuckled lightly.

“I’m enjoying my current relationships as they are now and just…really hopeful for what the future holds,” you said, full of sincerity.

“That’s really good to know, YN. You did a lot of that work yourself and it’s paying off.”

“You’re giving me too much credit, doc. You clearly helped me out a lot, too.”

“Alright, now you’re giving me too much credit. I just help steer people in the right direction,” she said candidly.

“Well, either way, thank you. I feel like that trauma will never go away though. I think I’m just marked for life with that. But I’m happy to be with somebody who is patient enough to help me get through it. He doesn’t…‘deal with it’ like it was a chore but he accepts it instead because it’s a part of who I am now.

It’s like—a piece of pottery. Some are molded perfectly while others look a bit wonky–especially when the potter is a beginner and has no clue what they’re doing. But it’s what gives it its personality…makes it unique. Luckily, others choose to see the beauty in that.”

One year later…

It was the night before your wedding and here you were, sneaking into your soon-to-be husband’s bedroom. You planned and agreed to sleep in separate rooms beforehand—trying to keep with old traditions.

But you missed having him close to you while you slept.

You found him sitting up on the bed, leaning against the headboard with the TV on while scrolling through his phone.

“What are you doing,” he whispered and chuckled at the same time while you pad through the door.

“I was cold,” you said simply, while you slid under the covers with him, wearing not much else except an oversized shirt and your underwear.

“Did you go through my stuff again,” he asked, noticing that the shirt you wore belonged to him.

“After tomorrow, what’s yours is mine,” you giggled.

He laughed while he pulled you in closer and kissed you.

It was a peck but it suddenly dawned on you that all of the pre-wedding festivities have deprived you both of some legitimate alone-time.

The desire between you smoldered and in an instant, every nerve ending in your body begged to be touched.

You reached up and pulled his neck lower towards you to kiss him again…deeper and hungrier this time.

Anticipation coiling tightly within you but he momentarily pulls away, leaving you bereft.

“Baby, Chim and Tae are sleeping in the other room—“

You agreed that you would all switch rooms after the ceremony. You chose to take the double-room while the boys took the honeymoon suite.

“I can be quiet, I promise,” you giggled while reaching down at his boxers.

He moaned softly. “I know but—I left my condoms out in the main room, where they’re sleeping.”

“What if…we went without it…beginning tonight?”

“Are you sure?”

“I’ve been on birth control this whole time anyway and we haven’t slipped up.”

Sure, the thought of having unprotected sex was daunting because in the past, you were always afraid of uncertainty. Who isn’t? But something about this moment in time, at this point in your lives, your current mindset…it didn’t feel impulsive or hasty. Being with him–there was a definiteness to it…and it felt right.

“I know but…are you comfortable? You know I’d never pressure you.”

“And I know that. I am comfortable, if you are. You’re it for me and tomorrow—I am all yours,” you said as you nipped on his lower lip, “For life, Jeon Jungkook!”

He smiled at the thought of you exchanging vows tomorrow.

“Okay. I mean—don’t get me wrong. I’ve fantasized about this for god knows how long but I just don’t want you to do anything that you’re not comfortable doing.”

“I do want this. And…I trust you, fully.”

He nodded and kissed you once more. He reached down between your legs, shifting your underwear’s material so his fingers could delve right into your folds.

You shifted to give him better access while your hand stroked him from root to tip under his boxers.

His fingers pumped in and out of you mercilessly as your first orgasm took you by surprise. With a whimper, he slowly withdrew his fingers from you and put them to his lips to lick them clean.

“Not fair. Now I need to taste you,” you said as you quickly slid under the covers and pulled his cock out.

He tried to stop you but you were too slick for him. The next thing he knew, he was rolling his head back in pure ecstasy while you took him in your warm mouth.

He let out a hiss while he tangled his fingers around your hair. His hand guided your head as it bobbed up and down his length.

He praised you while you worked him. “God, your mouth feels so good, babe.”

You hollow your cheeks and took him in deeper, his head hitting the back of your throat.

He sucked in a breath, feeling himself teetering over the edge until his strong arms gently held you back. You took it as your queue that he didn’t want to cum in your mouth that time. Although in the past, he had either been too lost in the pleasure or you were too eager and hungry for him to stop you. More often than not he preferred to reach his climax while in you.

You slipped your panties off before climbing on top of him. He then strips you off your shirt and is welcomed with your bare breasts.

His thumbs grazed both nipples before he sank his mouth on one to suckle on it.

You threw your head back and mewled as you dug your fingers into your fiancés scalp.

He shifts slightly underneath you to line himself up at your entrance. While you went down on him, you took your time getting him nice and wet for you.

“Ready?”

“Always…for you.” You kissed him deeply once more as he guided your hips down towards him.

“Fuck,” you both uttered in unison as you felt each other raw for the first time.

You took him to the hilt and waited a few seconds for your muscles to adjust. While your muscles settle, he peppers your neck and your collarbone with soft kisses.

After a beat, you start to roll your hips towards him. He meets your subsequent thrusts with his own, slow grinding.

You started to lean backwards on one arm while the other clung on his shoulder for support. His hands gripped the fullest parts of your ass while he pushed himself deeper into you.

You bit your lips to stifle your moans. He smirked knowing that this position always drove you crazy and that you couldn’t scream it out loud unless you wanted your friends to wake up to this.

As if throwing more gas into the flame, he moves his right hand down to your folds and starts circling his thumb on your clit.

“Hate you,” you mouthed before your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you lolled in pleasure.

“No you don’t.” He bit back a smile, catching his lower lip with his teeth as he continued to tease you.

You whimpered softly at the feel of him hitting you deep into your core as he alternated between his thumb and palm to tirelessly goad you to the brink of ecstasy.

“You’re getting so tight…are you close, baby?”

He already knew the answer to that but you still nodded anxiously as your walls closed in around his cock in a vice-like grip.

“Hoooly shit,” he dragged out as his own orgasm crept up.

You pulled yourself back up towards him, flushed against his chest while he continued to thrust in and out of you.

“You want me to pull out?”

“No, keep going…Ah…I’m cum—“ Your jaw goes slack and your first instinct was to sink your teeth into his shoulder to muffle your groans as your second orgasm took over you.

Soon after, his hips stutter followed by a ragged sound that escaped his lips as he emptied himself into you. You felt each spurt of his pleasure inside you, adding to your own.

As you pulled away to get a brief look at him. He looked so adorable in his sweaty, fucked out state.

He smiled and tilted his chin up to plant a kiss on your lips.

“I can’t wait to marry you, YN.”

“I love you,” you grinned at him.

“I love you, too,” he said as he nuzzled the tip of your nose.

*****

Jeon Jungkook is standing in front of a mirror, smoothing his lapels. He hated black-tie events, which was why instead of a tuxedo, he opted for a crisp, ornate, white linen shirt and equally lightweight beige trousers. It was your wedding day.

“Alright, JK—you’re about to get lei’d!”

He snorted as Jimin presented him with an orchid and tuberose garland.

Most people get wedding jitters. Doesn’t matter how sure they are of their relationship. There’s always that tiny feeling–whether it was something that you might have forgotten off the checklist, some relative that you dreaded might embarrass themselves in front of guests, or whether the flowers were going to get delivered on time.

But today? You had a feeling of calm and serenity as soon as you woke up this morning. After sneaking out of Jungkook’s room and back into yours hours ago, you had a dreamless sleep.

For the ceremony, you decided to wear your hair down, styled with soft, cascading curls.

Your mom gives your hair soft brush strokes in the back while you finish sticking a wispy lash strip into your right eye.

Jungkook’s mom walks in with a couple of special deliveries.

“Honey, the florist came by to drop these off for you. I just came back from the boys’ room and handed off Jungkook’s lei,” she said with a smile.

Your mom utters her thanks to Jungkook’s mom as she takes the boxes containing the Ti-leaf and tuberose maile-style lei and the matching flower crown to get them ready for you.

“And this is from my son—he asked me to give this to you.”

You took the small envelope that she presented to you. It contained a notecard with Jungkook’s handwriting. In it, it said:

YN,

I can’t wait to see you walk down the aisle and make a promise in front of everyone who matters to us, that I will love you forever.

Your Jungkook

Your heart soared filled with joy and wished that you didn’t have to wait much longer to marry this man.

You chose to have your wedding at dusk. This was the time of day when the colors of the horizon were prettiest and most romantic—a gradation of day blending into night.

When the time came, Hobi and the other ushers rounded up the wedding guests to take their seats.

The resort set up a tent not too far from the ceremony site since there wasn’t a lot of covering in the surrounding area. It had a couple of chairs and a mirror for any last minute touches. They also set up a makeshift wall to cover part of the path to keep the suspense. It stopped right at the beginning of the aisle.

Your dad enters the tent as you take a final look at yourself in the mirror. Your dress was a boho-inspired, A-line silhouette, V-neckline with bell-shaped flutter sleeves and an open back. It had a lace bodice and a light, flowy skirt with lace appliques. It was sweet with a hint of sexy, noting that Jungkook had a penchant for dresses with an open back–especially when you wore them.

You opted to go without a veil this time. You didn’t need to hide your face…or anything else any longer and neither did Jungkook. There were no false pretenses between you two.

“You look wonderful, sweetpea,” your dad remarked.

“Thank you, appa” you said with a soft smile.

Just then, you hear the wedding singer begin to play the first few notes of her song on the acoustic guitar. A few seconds later, Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook take their places up front.

Something in your eyes Makes me wanna lose myself Makes me wanna lose myself In your arms There's something in your voice Makes my heart beat fast Hope this feeling lasts The rest of my life

As you stood behind the end of the makeshift wall, you caught a glimpse of the usher giving you the signal that it was your turn to walk.

If you knew how I wanted someone to come along And change my life the way you've done

“Ready, baby girl?”

You glance at your dad and give him a big smile. “Yes, appa.”

You wrap your hand around his elbow and he gives your hand a reassuring squeeze as you step out from behind the covering and onto the sand.

Everyone stands up and turns to get a look at you while you and your dad begin to walk down.

You nodded and greeted your guests. You spotted Lisa with Namjoon in the back row and Yoongi sat a couple of rows up next to his partner. Melanie sat not too far away along with Jungkook’s A-team surrounded by your cousins, aunts, and uncles.

After taking a few more steps, you looked up ahead and saw the love of your life. You caught him subtly pinching his earlobe and his eyes were downcast but as if hearing you silently call to him, he looked up and met your eyes.

His smile came slowly but when it settled on his lips, it was as bright as the light reflecting off the ocean right behind him.

Feels like home to me Feels like home to me Feels like I'm all the way back where I come from

You didn’t worry about anything else…because the only thing that mattered was the person waiting for you at the end of that aisle. And he looked at you in the way that you always hoped–with love.

If you knew how happy you are making me I've never thought that I'd love anyone so much

Jungkook greets your dad with a big hug. You give him one last kiss on the cheek before he hands you off to him.

When you first came here together, you watched the sunrise. At sunset, you would be husband and wife.

After your mom takes your bouquet, you and Jungkook stood face to face, hand in hand.

Feels like I'm all the way back where I belong

Jimin and Taehyung move to take their positions in front of you.

“Friends and family, we are gathered here today to witness the marriage of our dear friends, Jungkook and YN,” Jimin began.

“It’s been a long journey for these two but to everyone’s collective relief, they arrived eventually,” Taehyung added.

The soulmates proceeded to share anecdotes of you–beginning from when you first met up until you both finally took that leap of faith. They garnered laughs, smiles, and even tears from your guests.

You did your best to keep your composure as you recited your vows to him but lost it when he repeated his vows to you. His voice was firm and full of certainty. The look in his eyes had the affirmation that he had spoken of and shown you throughout the course of your relationship.

You loved him so much.

After exchanging rings, you exchanged leis to symbolize your union. One by one, you also presented leis to each of your family members–Jungkook putting them around your grandparents, your parents, and Hobi, while you put one around his mom’s neck. To finish off, you put one around Jimin and he put one around Taehyung, further sealing your families together.

“And now, by the power vested in us by the internet–” Taehyung says.

“We now pronounce you husband and wife,” Jimin finished.

“You may now kiss the bride!” They both proclaimed.

He cupped your face in his hands and kissed you sweetly. Your lips parted and clung to each other, filled with so much love and happiness from today.

The entire ceremony was intimate and deeply personal. It was perfect.

*******

You and Jungkook both sat on the sand watching the ocean waves wash ashore. You were slotted between his legs while you leaned into his chest.

You sat in silence for a while—exchanging a few kisses but mostly wordlessly taking in the events that had just taken place hours ago.

“Should we go back in?” He mumbled while he kissed your temple.

You sighed. “Just a few more minutes.”

You can hear the music from your reception echoing. There was a distant sound of chanting–most likely Hobi and the soulmates doing a dance-off.

“What are you thinking,” he asked, while he kept his nose nuzzled into your hair.

“Absolutely nothing,” you said, matter-of-factly.

Your response took him aback. “Nothing at all?”

“Nope,” you said simply.

You looked up at him seeing that he felt a little disappointed that you didn’t have any thoughts about the whole day.

You pinched his chin and giggled. “Trust me, it’s a good thing…because it means that I’m absolutely content with everything right now.”

His gaze slid over your face until a boyish smile crept up in his lips.

You gave him a kiss. “I love you, my husband.”

“I love you, my YN.”

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4townlove · 2 years

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ALRIGHT: s/o gets into a small accident and is sent to the hospital, the boys are given the run down of what's all wrong with them (nothing major major, bruising, minor fracture, slight immobility, just stuff that'll go away with proper rest and treatment.)

so ofc he wants takes some time off to help take care of them, but s/o doesn't want him to, claiming that they'll be fine on their own they wont, they'll make sure they're getting enough rest s/o ur a workaholic wdym, and that the boys have more important things to focus on, like the tour.

andddd if it's not too much,,,gender neutral reader please? 🙏🏾

oh wow, haha, this is an interesting one. let's see how this goes. now presenting...

(also im running out of individual photos of them to use above their hcs so to avoid repetition for the time being, I'll just be using a group pic at the top of the post instead. i shall continue scouring the internet for more pics tho haha)

4⭐Town Headcanons: Taking Care of their Injured Partner

⭐ Robaire

as much as he will listen to your opinion on anything else, if you try and tell him his career is more important than you and your recovery, he wont take it. hearing you got hurt was bad enough, but now that youre insisting he leaves you... thats something he would never ever do.

he calls his manager and tell them that at least for the next week or two, any arrangements made will have to be rescheduled due to a personal emergency. the other guys are made aware too and he sends a statement to his agent to send to the press on his behalf. he doesn't take any calls, or answer any messages. his priority is you, as it alwsys had been

alot of the time he will sit by your bedside, take your hand and sing to you gently, wanting nothing more than for you to know that he'll always be there

though sometimes he is so quiet, a slight frown on his face as he attends to you. knowing you got hurt and that he wasnt there to help when it happened really eats at him. he knows you'll be ok but seeing you in pain is near unbearable for him. after you've recovered, he's very close to you always, alwsys checking on you, making sure you're well and safe and doing well. he definitely becomes even more affectionate than he already is. he just cares so much

⭐ Jesse

he flat out tells you not to even consider telling him to go because he's not going anywhere while you're in recovery. he doesnt care about upcoming concerts, fan signings or press releases. you are the only thing in his world right now.

he brings you to his house after youre discharged, and after getting you set up in the guest room, leaves for a moment only to return with all kinds of supplies he already has in his house. being a dad means his very prepared to attend to anyone who gets hurt or falls ill in the house. he has painkillers, cushions for comfort, many a first aid kit, hot waterbottles, filtered water and healthy food all to help you get well as soon as possible

he only tells Robaire that he wont be able to make it to practice for a while, knowing his friend will tell the others and their managers. he cant bear to talk to anyone while he's looking after you.

when his kids come home from school, he explains to them that he'll be looking after you, his "friend" who got hurt so he needs them to be a little calmer than normal so you can get rest. they are extremely curious and eventually, after they promise to be quiet, he lets them come and see you. they wave from the door before leaving and you smile when Jesse sighs at their calmness

he's disheveled from staying up to watch you as you rest, hardly getting a wink of sleep himself as he makes sure youre not too hot, too cold, that youre not in pain or thirsty or hungry. it takes the whole first week of your recovery to convince him that he can rest when you're asleep since you dont want him getting sick too, and when he eventually listens, both of you seem to get better at the same time

⭐ Taeyoung

he is a puddle of tears at your bedside, holding your hand in both of him and sobbing as he apologises for your getting hurt, for not being there to keep you safe. he is so hurt to see you this way so dont even think about suggesting he leaves you. he doesnt remember anything besides you, but he does tell Jesse that you got hurt and that he'll be staying with you while you heal

during your recovery, he is as gentle with you as he is with the doves he cares for. he sniffs as he asks if he can help with anything, get you anything, rebind your bandages, get you some painkillers. his eyes are always filled with tears, puffy and pink from crying so much and eventually, after getting into bed with you, cries himself to sleep beside you.

he makes wonderful healthy breakfasts but does indulge you if you are craving something sweet and sugary. though he'll often bring too much, but he means only the best.

as you recover he tells you stories about the doves he helps care for, why he loves doing it and works up the courage to show you how he can make sounds just like them. the smile that you wear only makes him blush with relief, and knowing that you feel good when with him makes his heart swell all the more

he is very hesitant to get back to work once youre better. his hand is always holding yours, fingers intertwined, shoulders pressed together. he's worried terribly but you being in the studios while they reherse songs and practice choreography for a while helps him slowly but surely get back into the flow

⭐ Aaron T

he is quiet, worryingly quiet, as he sits beside your bed, staring at nothing as he realises you're really hurt. and his usual smile isnt there either. he cant bring himself to joke around when youre so injured. if you even try to mention him leaving you, tears will fill his eyes but he won't move. he stays by your side, listening when the doctor prescribes the medicine you need, and in a more serious voice than you'd ever heard before, he says "I'll take care of you, ok?" and you believe him

he is annoyed because he doesn't know what to say or do really, annoyed with himself but he knows to bring you water, make sure you're comfortable and he wrote down the times the doctor said you need to take whatever medicine was given to you, sticking to them like theyre the law.

he doesn't let you get out of bed for anything beyond going to the bathroom. he's very stubborn about making sure you rest properly, though he will buy all the fast food you ask for or you both agree on.

after a couple days he eases up, teasing you a little evrry once in a while, but when he sees your smile because of him and his efforts, he slowly comes back to himself, doing his best to make you laugh as much as he can, well so long as your laughter doesn't make your wounds hurt more

he forgets to tell the guys that you got hurt and he wont be around as he's taking care of you, so he gets many an angry message from Robaire and Jesse and his managers demanding to know where he's been for the past week, but when he sends a selfie of him and you in bed in the background, they just scold him for not saying sooner. he laughs it off and turns his attention back to you, ensuring you are well and, just as importantly, happy

⭐ Aaron Z

he's a little frazzled knowing you got hurt but like Jesse, he is somewhat prepared, having alot of medicine and first aid kits on hand to deal with whatever injuries you have, given the propensity he has for overworking himself in practice and getting a few scrapes or bruises.

he is gentle, very caring but expect a cold side eye if you tell him to leave you be. the last thing on his mind is not being with you while you heal, and because of that, once youre discharged from hospital with meds and the instruction to rest, he takes you to his home.

he tells the others and his managers as soon as he finds out you're hurt, sending his manager frequent updates on your recovery and often tending to you while on the phone with the other members if they're stuck on something theyre practicing while he's gone.

if you persist with asking him to let you go to the kitchen or livingroom by yourself, he wont leave your side, helping you around with an arm around you, his eyes locked on you constantly. if you wince even a little or take a shaky breath from the exertion of pushing yourself, he'll carry you back to bed and not listen to your refusal of his decision.

lots of breakfast in bed, staying with you all day, doing his routines in your room so he doesn't have to take his eyes off you while you heal. he's attentive and kind, and once youre properly recovered he is still very attached to you, checking up on you constantly and smiling warmly when he knows youre doing well.

#turning red #4town #pixar #4town robaire #4town jesse #4town taeyoung #4town aaron t #4town aaron z #4town headcanons #⭐headcanons #⭐requests #⭐from 4townlove

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tommyspeakycap · 3 years

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Please write one about making fun of Jack for being jealous over the fact that your baby is getting more cuddles from you. Thank youuuuuuu

Mama’s Boys

“He’s just gorgeous,” Karen coos softly, her finger gently brushing over the sweet baby boys little face as he lays snugs swaddled in your arms. Jack re-enters the living room of his beautifully decorated home with his dad and brother in tow. Kiera stifles a laugh as she leans closer to your side and mutters; “How many Grealish men does it take to screw in a lightbulb?” To which your lips stretch wide across your face with her laughter-lit eyes. Karen leans in too, “Hopefully not as many as it takes to fit a car seat.”

Laughter bounces through you, Jack’s mother and his two younger sisters, only fuelled by the the confused looks from each of the Grealish men. The little boy in your arms barely even stirs.

“We’re ready to go whenever you are.” Kevin announces, clapping his hands together in that very true dad fashion that indicates he’s now wanting to get going. If the way he had been trying to hint at being hungry hadn’t already suggested that. Everyone starts to move around fairly soon after that, with Jack’s mother helping you out to the car. Your two week post baby body hadn’t quite healed up yet and she had been the most amazing help you could ever have imagined. Jack was fantastic, but his mother was experienced in looking after kids and she could come over while Jack was working. He had his last game before his Christmas break just three days ago.

You sat in the back of the car, eagle eyes still too soon after birth to want to be away from your brand new baby boy just yet.

“I can’t believe we got a Christmas baby.” You beam as he helps you out the car, one around around your waist while his other hand held tight around the baby carrier as you walk together through his parents front door. It always made Jack nervous to be carrying it in case he dropped his newborn son despite how man times you reassured him he wouldn’t. “I still can’t believe we have a baby.” He admits, his voice the very sound of disbelief. His heart had been so overwhelmed with joy but his work didn’t slow down to allow him to process it, so he was still pretty much in shock that there was another tiny little human who now relied on you both for everything. “And such a perfect baby,” Jack continues as he sets the carrier with your sleeping son down carefully on the floor, “Just like his mama.” He leans in, pressing his lips softly down onto yours, hands reaching around to pull you into his chest-

“Waaaaa!”

You break apart quickly. Jack sighs in discontent with his eyes falling closed as you crouch to scoop your baby boy up into your arms and walk off into the packed Grealish family living room. Jack groans once your out of earshot. He felt like he hasn’t hugged or kissed you in forever when he had been used to getting your affection and giving you his multiple times throughout the day.

Baby boy Grealish was being fed on demand via what Jack had referred to as the “nippular method” that had you physically wetting your pants a little bit. What he meant of course was breast feeding, but the word had failed to find him at that moment. So it would be safe to say there was very little time for he and you to even be holding much of a conversation between last minute Christmas shopping, wrapping and meeting family even though Jack had assured you a million times that his family wouldn’t mind if you just took a break to relax after literally pushing a child out of you. He just wanted a bloody kiss.

He didn’t blame his baby at all, he loved that little boy more than anything he’d ever known. That’s exactly what Jack had been like. More than the world, more than his life itself. and he wasn’t surprised the bald little thing was a mama’s boy. But that did not mean he wasn’t going to pout about the little man getting more of you than he could. Last Christmas had been a day of hot chocolate sitting by the fire, constantly in his arms. This one he’d barely even touched you. That was bad enough for any man, but for Jack who is so physically affectionate and very tactile, it’s borderline painful.

“Are you alright, love?” Karen asks. Jack turns his head to her slowly, seemingly taken carefully from his trance. He was looking straight at the mantle where a picture of you, Jack and your baby boy was sitting pride of place. It was brand new and he loved it. You had the same one in your living room at home. Jack nods, but his sigh gives him away and leads his mother to sit down next to him. “Just want a bloody hug.” He admits, shrugging his shoulders and trying to hide his face for the embarrassment that creeps up his cheeks. Her mother responds to that with a small coo and attempts to wrap her arms around her son immediately, much fo his protest,

“Oi not from you eh? From (y/n)!” He protests, his mothers snot if laughter immediately meeting his ears. “S’ not funny, mum. Babies stole my fiancé.”

That only serves to make her laugh harder, also eliciting a laugh from his brother who immediately tells his eldest sister who sprints off through the house, taunting in a sing at the top of her lungs. Siblings are never too old to taunt each other like that.

“Jack’s jealous of the baby! Jack’s jealous of the baby!”

“Oi. I’m not!” He calls after her in protest, jumping to his feet just as you appear in the doorway with a cheeky glint in your eyes and a smug grin. He knows he can’t lie to you anyway, so he backs down and you giggle. The little boy wide awake now in your arms coos too, immediately attracting his daddies attention. Jack looks at you, standing there in an England Grealish 7 shirt cradling a baby boy who wears the same outfit. His heart is suddenly so, so warm. He hadn’t really been able to see his son like this, so awake and so alert for having been working so hard before the winter break finally allowed him full home time. He was going to be missing every match of January too to stay home with you guys and he couldn’t be more excited.

“You know,” you hum softly, “It would be nice to have a family cuddle, you know?”

Jack’s cheeks tint an ever so slight red, but he barely waits a moment before he wraps his arms around you and the baby, careful not to squish him as he pressed a kiss to your forehead gently.

“If it makes you feel any better son,” his dad cuts in with a clap on his back, “Our Christmas gift to you is a spa weekend and a coupon for granny-day-care.” And it very much does make Jack feel a bit better. With time, he’s surer than anything that you’ll work the intimacy and time for each other out. It’s a work in progress, a learn on the job kind of experience and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

And really, neither would you for later that evening when you’re back at your beautiful little home and Jack is the one to clamber out of bed in the middle of the night to change and put his baby boy back down to bed, you find yourself listening to him speak to that sweet little boy through the baby monitor he left on. He’s talking about how sweet he is, how much his mummy and daddy love him and how stinky he is right now but daddy wouldn’t change him for the world. And then he trails off his silly baby voice that already makes you want another.

“You’re a mama’s boy though, aren’t you stinky man?” He coos, careful with his hands fastening those tiny little buttons on the front of a blue baby grow. He picks up the two week old and holds him carefully as he always does. “But daddy can’t blame you, bubba. Daddy loves your mama so, so much. It’s something we’ll always have in common eh? We’re both your mama’s boys.”

#jack grealish imagines #jack grealish prompt #jack grealish x reader #jack grealish imagine #england national team imagine #england national team #jack grealish blurb #footballer fics #football fics

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parvulous-writings · 3 years

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Not so Wyld morning // Bill S Preston + Ted Logan x M!Reader

Request: can you write a fluff oneshot with bill (s preston) x ted logan x m! reader with like. a sleepy morning between the three?

Requested by: @mlmpunisher

Summary: Starts off as the request, and then goes off on a trip to the Circle K. I may or may not have gotten carried away.

Warnings: a brief joke about kidnapping/death.

Words: 3.5K

Notes: I’ve been waiting for an idea/request for these two. They’re my comfort idiots. My love for them... Let’s just say I watch the movies a fair amount, eh? My requests are currently open! My pinned post (found here) contains both a list of characters I write for, and a masterlist! Original character list - please request for these too!

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You, Bill and Ted were spread rather haphazardly over Bill’s bed. Legs crossed over one another, hands on chests or in faces. You were all tangled together, not that any of you really cared about that at that moment. You had all fallen asleep during a study session- you had been desperately trying to tutor your boyfriends Bill and Ted, so that they didn’t fail their history class and completely flunk out of school- mostly because Ted’s father, Captain Logan, was threatening to send the taller boy away to an Alaskan military school to whip him into shape should he fail the semester. That was now an all too real threat to the three of you, none of you wanted to get pulled apart from one another. You had been trying to quiz them on the philosophies of the great Athenian thinker Socrates (whom both young men insisted on pronouncing So-Crates no matter how many times you corrected them) when you passed out one by one. First Ted- who was up against the headboard, and whose head had slumped forward when you had gotten onto the fifth or sixth question. Then Bill, draped over Ted’s legs, after leaning back to protest about how the quiz was starting to become “A total drag,” around the tenth question. He had promptly passed out whilst you were telling him it was for their own good- you weren’t all that surprised when you were interrupted by a rather loud snore coming from the curly-haired Bill.You hadn’t bothered to try and wake either of them- not only would they both be rather irritable if you woke them up too early, but it was nearly one o’clock in the morning at that point, so you figured that perhaps they were both subconsciously onto something. You had taken the range and array of textbooks off of the bed, creating a little more space for you to somehow work yourself between them and get more comfortable to get some sleep of your own. After some shuffling, and a few murmurs from both Bill and Ted, you had found the perfect position, where you had promptly fallen asleep with them.

You were the first to wake up. Ted had taken your arm in both of his in your sleep, cuddling it as if it were a teddy bear. Bill’s legs had somehow tangled with yours, and he had ended up nuzzled into the side of your chest, not that you minded all that much. Though Ted was the more affectionate of your boyfriends in public, Bill could be just as affectionate as him in private. You tried not to move at first, not wanting to disturb them- they could both be as bad as each other when it came to being woken up too early (too early was counted as anything before they woke up by themselves). So, for what you had gauged to be about twenty minutes or so, you just laid there, staring up at the ceiling. There were no thoughts of any importance that drifted through your mind at this point, not until you had finally grown restless enough to carefully push yourself up onto one elbow to check the time on Bill’s alarm clock- which he rarely actually used as anything more than just a normal clock. It had just gone half past ten, and you felt your eyes go wide- that was much later than you had anticipated. Thankfully it was a weekend, though briefly your brain had tricked itself into thinking it was mid-week, causing even more of a jolt in your chest. You would have to get up soon to make your way back home; it was bad enough that you had spent the night out without letting your parents know that you’d be out past eleven o’clock. Every moment past nine in the morning that you spent away from them, the angrier they would get with you. With this thought in mind you tried to push yourself up a little bit more, fully prepared to undertake the rather massive task of trying to begrudgingly untangle yourself from the two men you held dear, but you were quickly brought back down again by an unseen hand. Your head landed on Ted’s stomach, and you glanced over to him, seeing him peering back at you through tired eyes and a rather messy head of hair. He gave you a rather dopey smile, and you realised he was the one to pull you back; mostly prompted by the fact that Bill was giving another round of freight-train like snores. Ted’s head fell back again when you didn’t struggle against his protests of getting out of bed, and he gave a yawn before beginning to speak. “Morning, chief.” He mumbled, voice still raspy with the last dregs of sleep his body was trying to cling onto. “I don’t get why you call me that.” You replied in a whisper, trying not to wake Bill. “Surely I should be the one calling you that- given your dad’s job and everything...” “Eh,” Was Ted’s simple reply, accompanied with a rather lazy shrug. It was about a minute before the only other boy awake in the room started to speak again. “I mean, it does kind of suit you, doesn’t it? You keep me and Bill in order...” He prompted, glancing over to you with that same goofy smile, before his gaze moved back to the ceiling. “For the most part, I guess.” You smiled back at him, taking his hand and draping his arm across you, so you could play absently with his fingers. Ted never minded that.

The pair of you fell into a comfortable silence, which was disturbed only briefly, and rather inconsistently, by Bill’s snores. You weren’t sure how long you laid there for this time, but the rather delightful monotonous repetition was ultimately interrupted by a quiet groan of protest from the blonde haired boy at the end of the bed. He rolled onto his front, trying to cover his eyes- he had fallen asleep rather inconveniently where the light peaked through the blinds in the early morning. “Someone close the blinds,” He complained, trying to turn away from them but ultimately failing. “Bill...” You chuckled lightly, nudging him to get his attention. “They are closed. The light is coming through the gap.” Your words were only met with a groan from Bill, and a stifled laugh from Ted. “You should get it fixed, dude.” The taller boy jested, nudging the boy again, and Bill responded with a half-hearted swipe at Ted’s foot. “Shut up, Ted.” Of course, he didn’t mean this in an inherently horrid way, despite his gruff tone. He loved both you and Ted deeply, more than he could love anything else- or at least that was what he thought. Ted thought very much the same thing- though that was no surprise. More often than not, it was like the two shared the exact same brain. If they were not thinking of the exact same plan down to the detail when it came to schemes, they were at the very least agreed on the end result. Most of the time this wasn’t too much of a problem for you- usually you were at the butt end of whatever shenanigan they were plotting- but there were times when you did get a little bit overwhelmed by the pair of them. More often than not, the times where you got overwhelmed involved a very particular phone-booth, with some rather unique properties. Unless you were in it’s presence you tried not to think about it- the amount of times you had been put through mind-bending situations already made your head spin to even consider again. They’d predict something, it would happen immediately after said prediction, then they would turn to one another and proclaim a quick “Excellent!” before reminding one another that they would need to remember that later. You were still a little bit confused by it- especially when they sprung something random on you-but you thought you were slowly starting to understand, even though the concept of time travel didn’t seem quite real.

You broke your train of thought upon feeling a sudden weight on your chest. Though you wanted to crane your neck to see who it was, you didn’t really need to, you knew it was Bill. You did it anyway- your eyes being met with the golden curls of Bill’s hair. “Bill, love, I’m going to have to get up soon.” You warned him, as your movement would definitely affect him more than Ted. “No.” He replied simply. From his tone, you could tell he didn’t overly want to debate it. “But I stayed over without letting my parents-” “You’re fine, you’re safe, what do they have to complain about?” He grumbled, shuffling so that his chin was on your stomach, his arms wrapped around your middle. His deep green eyes met yours, before flitting briefly to Ted, giving you both a smile. “C’mon, dude. It won’t hurt to have a little longer with us, right?” He asked, and you moved your hand to quickly brush a stray curl from his brow. “Maybe he should go soon- like, just to check in.” Ted piped up, ever in your corner. “Cause you know what happens if he gets in trouble. He won’t get to see us for like... A week. That is most heinous, and you know it.” At this rather right line of reasoning, Bill groaned, burying his face into the fabric of your shirt. “Shut up, Ted.” This was quite muffled, and of course still not completely serious. You laughed softly, “Okay- what about this? One hour. Like this.Then, we can ask Missy to drive us back to my place, and I can let my parents know I’m fine, and you two haven’t like... Murdered me, or something.” You joked, and you can feel Ted nod enthusiastically underneath you. “Yeah, that’s a good idea!” He agreed, and you could hear the smile that was in no doubt plastered onto his face. “Then we can all head down to the Circle K afterwards, right?” “Sure we can, Ted.” You agreed, reaching up behind you to clumsily pat his cheek. “Only if he isn’t in trouble, remember?” Bill pitched in, shuffling to get comfortable again. “What about half an hour? If we want to head to Circle K, obviously.” You all consider this new plan for a moment, before each of you gave a curt nod, in unison.

So there you all stayed- you nearly even fell asleep again before you felt Bill roll off of you. He then took your arm and helped you up, and Ted quickly rolled off of the bed to grab his sneakers. Bill chucked yours at you, before going to get his shoes as well. Ted was the first downstairs- “Hey, Missy?” He called out, and he was quickly met with the young woman’s reply. “Yeah? What’s up, Ted?” She asked, giving a warm smile. “We were hoping that you could drive us to (Y/N)’s house?” He asked, briefly wringing his hands, as he eagerly awaited her response. “Sure thing!” She nodded cheerily, “Let me just finish making these drinks, and I’ll be right with you. You guys go out to the car.” She nodded over to the door leading to the garage. As you and Bill started down the stairs, Ted eagerly gestured for you both to follow him. It didn’t take Missy very long to finish making the drinks she was preparing, and you all piled into the car. “So- did you all sleep well?” The blonde woman asked, glancing back at you and Bill in the back of the car- Ted had a fascination with sitting in the front seat. Ted and Bill nodded individually; you were the one to verbally reply. “Yeah, I think we all got a fairly good night sleep.” You give an almost awkward smile. Though, at one point, both of your boyfriends had had some form of crush on her- despite her being quite a few years older than all of you- you hadn’t entirely understood why. You never really mentioned it though. “Good to hear,” She replied, still wearing that joyful smile. “Hey, Bill- you might need to use the spare key today, the one behind the plant, if you’re staying out late with the boys.” She took a turning as she spoke, keeping her eyes on the road. “Me and your dad are going out for dinner tonight.” “Okay, Missy- I mean, mom.” Bill replied, quickly correcting himself on his mistake. “Just stop on the corner here,” He told her, gesturing to the side of the road a five minute walk from your house. “Are you sure?” She asked, glancing over her shoulder as she spoke. “I can take you all the way, if you-” “No, it’s alright, thanks, Missy.” You interrupt quickly, leaning forward. “Here is fine.” She shrugged, but begrudgingly pulled over.

“Thanks, Missy!” Ted called after the now fleeting car, giving a wave as well, before jogging to catch up with you and Bill, who had already started to cross the road to get to your street. “I’ll quickly grab some money whilst we’re there,” You told the pair of them, and they nodded. “I was thinking we could get some slushies.” Ted suggested, giving a wide smile. “Blue and red?” Bill added, giving a smile of his own, and Ted nodded energetically. “Our tongues’ll end up as purple, you two know that, right?” You teased with a grin, glancing over your shoulder as Bill laughed heartily. It took Ted a moment longer to get the joke, but he started laughing even harder than Bill when it clicked with him. “Oh well,” Bill shrugged, a rather mischievous smile. You fell into silence again as you jogged up your driveway, almost wrenching open the door and calling out a hasty “Hey!” to announce your presence to the household and those within it. You quickly made your way to your room, as Bill and Ted quietly entered your home after you, choosing to stay in the hallway- even though they had visited and stayed over at your house many times before. They were both silently hoping that they were making their will to leave relatively soon clear. Your father came into the living room, glancing to the two boys standing awkwardly in the hallway. “Bill, Ted.” He greeted, calmly. Bill mouthed a silent ‘Hi’, whilst Ted just waved. Neither of them wanted to anger your parents- Ted, because he knew how authority figures could be, he’d had experience with his own father, and Bill just didn’t want you to be punished and kept away from them. You came back through as quickly as you could, palming some of your loose change in your hand, making sure you would have enough for a slushie for yourself, and for your boyfriends if they hadn’t brought any money with them- which was more than likely. “Going out again?” Your father asked you, wanting to make some sort of conversation. You nodded, glancing to him and giving a smile. “Yeah, heading out to Circle K with Bill and Ted.” You told him. He was a lot more relaxed with the rules than your mother- whom you currently assumed to be out for lunch with one of her friends. “Did your study session go well, then?” “Yeah- we went over Socrates again. We all passed out- that’s why I didn’t come home or call last night.” Your father laughed gently, he understood. “I figured as much. Your mother was saying that you could have been kidnapped- but I kept saying you’re a smart kid, you’d know what to do if that were a risk. Plus, I don’t think there’s anyone in San Dimas who would want to kidnap you.” “Even if they did want to steal him away, we’d take whoever it is on,” Bill stated, confidently- nudging Ted. “Yeah, we would!” The taller boy confirmed with a nod. You giggled and shook your head at the pair. Even your father chuckled gently at them. “Good to know my son is in safe hands.” Though your father was aware that these two weren’t the sharpest tools in the shed of San Dimas, he wasn’t about to take away some of your only company. Your mother had brought it up to him before, but he usually elected to ignore the comments. “Anyway- get going, before your mother gets back. If she sees you going off with these to again without checking in properly she’ll have a fit.” He gestured to the door, “Just be back by eleven tonight, alright?” “We’ll have him back by then!” Ted told him, opening the door and striding out, followed closely by Bill, and then you. Your father gave a wave, before heading back into your family home.

There were few words on the journey to the local orange ringed store, you only started to speak again when you had each purchased your chosen flavour of slushie. Bill with strawberry, Ted with blue raspberry, and you with another blue raspberry. You all took a seat on the curb, and you decided to fill the silence with one of the first thoughts that came to your head mid-sip. “So, are you two ready for the end-of-semester presentation Mr Ryan is going to assign?” You asked, and both of your boyfriends looked rather shocked. “What? He’s done it with every other year-group, and we’re not exactly different, specification wise....” You pointed out, and Ted groaned. “I suck at presentations.” He complained, “Plus neither of us can remember anything that Mr Ryan has taught us!” He exclaimed, gesturing rather wildly with his slushie. “I mean, even with your help, dude, I don’t think we’re going to do all that well.” You were about to speak, but Bill was the one to step in first. “We gotta try, man,” He placed an affectionate hand on his boyfriend’s shoulder, “If we don’t, it’s even more likely that you’re going to be sent off to that heinous school in Alaska.” Ted considered this, then nodded. Bill was right. “I’ll do everything I can to help my boys remember all they can,” You told them, a fond smile on your face which they quickly returned. They loved being referred to as your boys, they couldn’t even deny it- you could see it in their eyes. Bill leant over and pressed a very brief kiss to your cheek- though not before checking the parking lot was clear, empty of onlookers- and Ted reached across Bill’s legs to grab your hand, squeezing your palm to show some affection; you were too far away for a kiss from him, and he didn’t overly want to get up whilst his slushie was still rather full. He took a sip from the plastic straw in his beverage, before clearing his throat. “So..” He began, starting to grin wider than usual. “Who wants to make purple?” He nudged Bill, who then quickly looked to you, wearing the same grin as your other boyfriend. You started to laugh- of course this had been something that neither of them had forgotten.

Without another word exchanged between you, you leant to close the gap between you and Bill, letting lips and tongue tangle in a passionate display of affection. Ted stared on adoringly, not overly minding that Bill was the first to get your attention and affection- though now he had finished off the majority of his drink he scuttled round to your other side, carefully taking your jaw in his hand when you eventually pulled away from Bill to catch your breath. Your break didn’t last for too long, since Ted pulled you gently so your already kiss swollen lips met his equally soft ones. Bill couldn’t help the warm and love-filled smile that spread over his face, before he just had to press a kiss to your cheek, and then reach over to Ted’s cheek to make sure he wasn’t left out. You all separated after a minute or so, and you wiped your lip carefully, wearing the same wide and almost goofy smile as the other two. Your lips, and tongue, as predicted, had turned a rather strange shade of purple. “I think we should get another snack,” Ted suggested, “Cause I’m hungry, and then we can get the colour off of our tongues,” He grinned, and Bill considered the preposition. “I guess some food wouldn’t hurt...” He agreed, “Marshmallows?” He suggested, which was replied to with a nod from both you and Ted. “I’ll get them then,” Bill smiled at you both, searching his pocket for some spare change as he got to his feet; marshmallows were a fair bit cheaper than slushies, and he could afford them with what he had to hand. Whilst he went back into the Circle K, you shuffled closer to Ted, smiling lightly as he drew you closer with an arm around your shoulder. That morning had certainly been most excellent, as most of the time with your boyfriends always was- it was something that you always looked forward to; spending time with them, making memories that would forever make you smile.

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