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lolita-lollipop · 3 years

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Omg wait! I love the part 2, but can I ask for another alternate!! Like what if they’re just stuck, but they still need to feed, so when someone moves into the apartment, they lock her up in a room temporarily so they can get the new kid. Maybe Izuku, but then they meet, when Izuku finds their room or they try to escape or something? Would they escape? Would the family catch them? How would they react? Please!!

PART 3- YANEERE ERASERMIC FAMILY CORALINE AU X READER

- I guess this is a continuation (?) kinda.

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You’ve been dancing with midoria in the kitchen, just a slow stepping g dance, one you might see at a school dance when a slow song comes on. It was pure euphoria, peaceful, and calm, you just loved him so much, and now you finally have the chance to be with him forever. You let a smile break ok your face as he spun you around in the air, giggling like a schoolgirl, this was perfect. Perfection falls way to quickly.

“You know, I wish we could stay like this forever, I love yo-“ he started, holding you close, not before a loud crashing noise could be heard across the house, the sound of a shattering glass, and both of you turned. You were warned of the wildlife in the area, bears, elk, maybe even deer, you sighed, letting go of his hands, making your way towards the house. Your been here for what? 3 hours? And there’s already an occurrence, just your luck too, it ruined the moment.

“Gimme a sec babe, I’ll be back, just gonna go shoo it out of the house.” You warned, you’d seen horrors great and small, a little deer couldn’t scare you, could startle you heavily, sure, but not strike real fear in your bones. He muttered an”okay” before goin back to stirring the skillet of food, also annoyed by the sudden disturbance. You turned the doorknob, displaying a nursery, preparation for the future. The window right above the creme colored crib was shattered completely, spread around the floor. Yet no animal, just a broken window, you raised a brow, bending down to touch it, then, yeh door behind you slammed shut, and you gave a laugh.

“IZUKU! Quit playing around!” You yelled, and went to turn the doorknob so you could go hug you husband again. But it wouldn’t budge, and that smile was wiped straight off your face, you couldn’t hear him laughing, nor could you hear his footdeps, what’s going on?

“What are you talking abou-“ he started up, yelling back at you from the kitchen, but he was cut off before he could continue, a loud clanging sound could be heard, then nothing more. You panicked looking around, someone was in your house, right? There’s no other explanation, you tugged at the doorknob, pulling it as hard as you could, before it just came off, now you’re really locked in here.

“You know, we’ve been waiting for you” a voice echoed behind you, it made your spine crawl with a familiar sensation, you know who taht is, you’re just hoping you’re wrong. You paused for a moment, not moving a muscle, then turned around, meeting buttons to eyes. And so, you screamed. The man who claimed his title of “father” had been standing in front of you, reaching his hand out touch you. You made a dash towards the shattered window, of yoj could hop through it then you could go around and get out. Failing though, as he had his hand wrapped around your shirt, his fist bale led up in the fabric, he yanked you back, pulling you into his chest.

“GET OFF OF ME, DONT TOU H ME YOU MONSTER.” You screamed at him, clawing at his hands, a scream resonated form outside the door, Clearly belonging to your husband, which jsut amde your movements more panicked, you kicked at his legs, bit his shoulder as hard as you could, scratched him, rammed your head into his chest, everything. You were NOT going to do this again. How did they even get here? Where did he come from?

“You Need to calm down honey, you will hurt yourself” he spoke, completely unaffected by your attacks, he pulled your head into his chest to shush you, this time around, they had been prepared, it was a mere coincidence that you had been in this house, but to then it seemed like fate, earlier in the day someone had knocked over the shelf standing in front of the door, so it was fairly easy for them to get out, just to see you, little you, dancing with a nasty man.

His blood boiled, you left them just to do exactly what they forbade you form doing? You’re married? No, no way. That boy is as good as dead, at least he’ll have a meal.

“Cmon, you didn’t really think we’d let you leave us, you’re just too little to understand, oh I know, we’re protecting you. So please don’t cry baby, don’t be sad, we have a suprise for you when we get home” he spoke, dragging you flailing figure closer to the wall, bending down to open up the door again, you continued screaming, grasping at anything to fight back with, anything. You ended up grabbing the closest thing to you, a plushie.

you grabbed a fucking plushie to fight off a man twice your size

He shoved you into the interlocking hallway, shutting the door right behind him and l I king it, licking you in there. The only other way out would be through the other door, leading to the other side, to the “other home”. You sobbed, letting the panic fully overtake you, crawling fowrard and sitting in the middle, curling up in a ball, you cried, the door was locked, and you’re on the wrong side of it, with a stupid plushie as self defense. There isn’t any way out, how did you not notice the small door and get the hell out! Why hadn’t you noticed it? You could’ve avoided this! All of it!

All you could manage to hear through the thick wooden door on the other side were one sided screams, each made you curl up further, in pure agony, each and every last one made more tears aris eto the brink of your eyes, you knew, oh you knew so well that he wasn’t okay, yet you could do nothing about it, you hate this, you hate this helplessness, you hate them.

Then, the screams silenced, and the door Clicked open again, you made yet another attempt at dashing through the opening, and failed again , when your other father grasped your shoudler, pulling you right back. Hizashi hushed you, the hallway had heightened quite the bit, enough so that they could fit comfortably, he swung you off your feet, pulling you close.

“Oh don’t be like that, I know you’re upset, but there isn’t a reason to pout, let’s get you back home, this time, you aren’t leaving. Oh god you’ve grown too much, your still my little baby girl forever, don’t worry.” He cooed, walking with your squirming figure to the opposite side of the hallway, his husband was holding a bag of… um, remains, from that scum from earlier, eri was gonna have to eat. He almost cried at how cute you looked, even with the tarts, you’re just holding. A cute little stuffed animal, all sweet, his little baby.

“You’re insane, I don’t belong here- not with you” you hissed, trying to bite his hand off when he caressed your face, then bent down to open that door, that dreaded little door. Just to reveal the same thing that haunted your nightmares , the same rooms you spent being forced to cuddle and color, the place that you’ve been avoiding the past three years, your “other” home.

“Don’t say that, oh- KIDS! Your little sister did back!” Aizawa yelled, you could once again, hear the puttering of footsteps upstaira, as you did your first day here. You looked back at your “fathers” giving them one last tearful glance, silently begging them to let you go. It was so perfect just moment ago, why does this always happen to you? It was so, so perfect.

You should’ve known by now to realize that perfection, gets shattered with just a touch of a button

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Thank you for requesting! It was super fun to do!

I got my inbox to work again! So I can see new asks, it started acting weird this morning, but I fixed it, so we’re all good!

Have a wonderful day today! Goodbye!

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obnoxiousgremlin · 3 years

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The Proposal , Lets fall in love for the night [o.w]

A/N- The reader is 19 and Oliver is 20. He’s already been recruited to a team for quid ditch while the reader finishes their last year of hogwarts. This is a non-voldemort a/u.

Warnings- just fluff, super cute fluff.

y/n-your name

y/m/n-your middle name

y/l/n-your last name

“Can i take my blindfold off now?” you whine. It was your five-year anniversary with Oliver and he had a whole thing planned out, from the entire day down till your outfit. You hadn’t seen him all day and he left you nothing but a note in your dorm telling you to slip on the white dress and matching silver heels in the box [whatever you say the man had good taste] he left and meet him outside the common room at 5pm. Once you were ready you went and were met with Fred, who proceeded to blindfold you and take you to Oliver so you knew absolutely nothing. And that’s how you found yourself in his position, hand in hand with none other than Oliver himself blindfolded walking to god knows where.

“Not just yet, darling.” he chuckled , carefully guiding you.

“I love you Oliver , but if I have to wear this for one minute longer we are over.” You didn’t mean it, of course you didn’t mean it but you needed that blindfold off.

He chuckled again , “Almost there love-” taking a short pause, “- okay, we’re here now.” He proceeded to take you blindfold off but not before a song started playing. “lets fall in love for tonight and forget in the morning-” you gasped when the blindfold came off, taking in your surroundings. You were standing on the bridge where you had first kissed him, yes you because even oliver who was super confident was way too nervous to actually make a move on you. This same bridge shared all your big moments, its where he first asked you out, its where you first told him you loved him, the feeling was mutual of course. He had somehow managed to cover the gorgeous light wood railings of the tiny bridge in white fairy lights, illuminating the place. You turned around to oliver who was dressed in a white button up and black formal trousers and kissed him. You grabbed his face and kissed him. He was startled but kissed you back immediately. You broke the kiss and touched your forehead to his “This is gorgeous babe, i love it.”

He chuckled and said, “your squishing the flowers darling.”

“Oh. Shit-” you stepped back and looked down embarrassed , “-sorry.”

“Don’t be.” he handed you your favourite flowers [a/n- my favourite flowers are white roses, so that's what im basing this on but feel free to picture your own!], and kissed you again.

He bowed down dramatically, “May I have this dance , your grace.” He said referring to Bridgerton ,the show you two had finished a week ago after which you had taken to calling each other your grace, thinking it was funny.

You bowed back. “You may, your grace.” you said chuckling. And there the two of you were dancing on the bridge to finneas sing. It was your song, yours and olivers. You rested your head on his chest and he swayed. He turned you around, your back to his front and you hummed. His warmth seeping into you. Suddenly, he stepped back and you whined, he chuckled once again, “Just a minute, love.” and you hummed in response leaning against the railings of the bridge admiring the view of the water and the purple sky. Autumn was setting in and you couldn't be happier.

He came back and handed you a glass of rose champagne leaning next to you with his hand on your waist. You both took and sip and you hummed to the wonderful taste. After a couple of minutes , he cleared his throat and you looked at him.

He took your hand and took a couple steps back. He seemed a little nervous but then looked at you. Clearing his throat again he said , “ Okay, so i had a whole speech prepared and i was going to say a lot of things, i can't remember anything right now. So, im just gonna say something and hope it comes out right -” you interrupted him before he could say anything ,”Oliver?”

He lifted a hand so as to shush you and continued, ”Darling, I love you. I love you so much that I can't explain it. I love going to sleep right next to you and i love waking up next to you. I love your laugh and i love your voice and i love you. You take my breath away.I think i might love you more than qudditch, actually no, i dont think, I know that I love you more than quidditch. Every time i look at you, i want to be near you. I want to spend my entire life with you. I want to build a future with you. I want to take every next breath with you, i want to grow old and grey with you.-” He took a deep breath , by this time you already had tears in your eyes anticipating what was happening. He continues,” - And I- and i- It is one thing to meet a beautiful woman but to meet your best friend in the most beautiful of women is something entirely apart.” He grinned referencing to Simon’s speech about Daphne in Bridgerton making you laugh. He took another deep breath , “ When i first started playing, i didnt think i would ever experience anything that would ever compare to how i felt when i picked up the broom. I never thought i would find love because quid ditch was my entire world and then there was you, equally as fast. Equally as cunning, equally as sharp as me on the broom. Thats when i knew i loved you, when i first saw you on that broom.I knew then that nothing mattered as long as i had you. That even if i didnt have quidditch and i had you everything in the world would be okay. y/n y/m/n y/l/n , will you do me honour of marrying me, of becoming Mrs. Oliver Wood and being with me for the rest of my life?” At some point he had sat down on one knee and was now looking up at you holding out a gorgeous engagement ring.

You wanted to play with him and say no but the emotions of the entire ordeal had completely overtaken you and you ended up saying ,“yes, yes, yes ,yes, yes i’ll marry you.” He picked you up and spinned you not before placing the ring on your delicate finger, huh that's why Angelina wanted to get her nails done with you. After placing you on your feet he kissed you. “Really? You want to marry me?” he asked resting his forehead against yours. “Of course i want to marry you dumbass , and even if i didnt after that speech who could refuse.” you chuckled and he joined you.

After a couple of moments of staying like that you took a deep breath, “I guess this would be the perfect time to tell you that im pregnant?” you said looking into his eyes. The second you finished that sentence fireworks burst around you. You looked up in awe but only for a second before oliver turned your face to him, he eyes glowing .”Your pregnant?” and you nodded. “I’m going to be a dad?” he asked again.

“Mhm, i found out this morning. I guess that's what you get for making your girlfriend, well now fiancee pregnant baby” you said laughing at him. He grinned before jumping up and down. He stopped and kissed you, his hands going to your belly. “This is the best day ever, the most perfect, goddess-like woman agreed to be my wife and im having a baby!” his excitement had you laughing.

After a moment you said, “So about those fireworks-” he looked down sheepishly, you smacked his chest “-Oliver how many people did you tell?” you said feigning accusation. “might've told everyone in the castle.” he mumbled under his breath. “OLIVER-” he broke you off before kissing you again.

You broke the kiss ,”that was a good way of shutting me up, love.” he chuckled, ”I know, can’t wait to use it a lot more when i finally marry you.”

As you two headed back to the castle , finneas remained singing ,”lets fall in love for the night.”

a/n-i hope you liked this, its my very first time doing something like this. Also i know the ending is kind of crappy but i can't think anything else.

*Do not post my stuff anywhere*

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liaromancewriter · 2 years

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Dancing in the kitchen for Sienna and Max 🥰

New Normal

Premise: Max and Sienna adjust to parenthood, discovering old and new ways to bond as a family.

Book: Open Heart

Pairing: Sienna Trinh x Max Valentine (M!OC)

Rating/Category: General. Domestic Fluff.

Words: 1,370

A/N: I’ve been dying to write this fic, especially after I saw the prompt request. It helped me combine two ideas into one self-indulgent domestic fluff for my favorite fluff couple, Max & Sienna. Enjoy!

I’m also participating in this week’s @wackydrabbles, and the prompt “Stop pinning this on me!” will appear in bold.

The apartment was quiet, but its occupants weren’t complaining. Max Valentine let out a tired sigh, savoring the silence as he turned to spoon his body around his wife, Sienna.

Whoever said that all newborns did was sleep, eat and poop had never met Noah Hudson Valentine. He had an aversion to sleeping through the night, at least he did now that he was almost four weeks old.

Max believed that he enjoyed watching his parents dance to his tune and had even told Sienna that after a particularly difficult night. She had just shaken her head at him in amusement and said babies didn’t think like that. Max wasn’t convinced.

The first couple of weeks after they brought him home from the hospital, he and Sienna had actually worried when he didn’t make any sounds and slept peacefully in his crib. They’d even spent a few nights in the nursery watching him sleep, not trusting the baby monitor.

Those days were a fond and distant memory.

“Do you hear that?” whispered Sienna.

He cocked one ear towards the baby monitor.

“It’s quiet,” he whispered back, snuggling her close.

Noah might be in the nursery, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t aware that his parents were close by, hence the whispering.

“Exactly!” exclaimed Sienna.

“Don’t jinx us, babe,” said Max, showing her his crossed fingers before he grinned. “Once was more than enough.”

“Stop pinning this on me!” protested Sienna, turning her head to give him a flinty-eyed look that said she wasn’t amused.

But then she started laughing and he was right there with her. His head fell into the crook between her neck and shoulder, their bodies shaking with mirth. The more they shushed each other, the more they laughed as exhaustion made them punchy.

“We need to stop,” said Max, wiping tears from the corner of his eyes.

“I’m trying,” said Sienna, clutching her belly to hold in the laughter.

“If Noah wakes up, you’re on your own,” he said, swallowing the chuckle threatening to break free.

The thought had a sobering effect and they both stopped abruptly, but the smiles stayed on their lips.

She turned in his arms so that they lay facing each other. Her hand cupped his jaw, feeling the roughness of the stubble against her palm. He closed the distance, his warm lips gliding over hers in a brief but sweet kiss.

“What did Avery have to say?” she said after a few more minutes of silence, referring to their neighbor who had dropped by earlier.

“Was he complaining about the noise?” she asked worriedly.

“Nothing like that,” said Max, squeezing her hand in assurance.

“Besides this apartment is sound proofed and even our kid can’t break the sound barrier,” he quipped. “Avery’s selling the apartment and moving back to Seattle. He wanted to know if we’re interested in buying it.”

“Oh,” said Sienna, her mind turning over the possibilities. “Can we afford to do that?”

“One day, you and I need to sit down and go over our finances, in detail. And this time you’re paying attention,” he said with amused exasperation.

“You know Cassie and I got access to our trust funds when we turned 30, right?” he asked, waiting for her nod before continuing.

Sienna remembered their brief conversation from when she’d first moved in. After they had gotten married, he told her about the trust accounts he’d set up for her and their future children. The shares she’d received in the Hudson Group alone had already paid dividends in amounts that boggled her mind. So much so that she had almost paid off her medical school debt.

But Sienna could admit that every time he’d tried to explain the intricacies of their finances, she had brushed it aside. However, he was right; she needed to know this stuff, as much for Noah as for herself.

“Long story short,” he was saying when she tuned back in, “we can afford it. Question is, do you want to stay here long term? If we buy the apartment next door, the whole floor would be ours and we could easily expand. I know the building owners well and I’m sure they’d approve it. But it would mean no townhouse.”

“I love it here,” she told him. “This is our home. I love the neighborhood, and it’s convenient for both our work.”

“Alright,” he said, raising her hand to press a light kiss on the inside of her palm. “I’ll get the ball rolling.”

Just then a thin cry echoed through the baby monitor, increasing in frequency with every passing second. They both sighed, rolling off the bed.

“It was fun while it lasted,” said Max as they made their way to the nursery.

An hour later, Noah’s fussiness only increased. He’d been fed, changed and rocked, but nothing satisfied him. It wasn’t even full-on crying, just whimpering with tiny tears streaming down his face.

Remembering Cassie’s suggestion, Max wrapped the baby sling around his body, easing Noah into it, adjusting to make sure the baby was comfortable. The closeness to his father’s warm chest seemed to give Noah pause as he nestled closer, his tiny hand trying to clutch at the shirt.

“Come on,” said Max, grabbing Sienna’s hand as he led his family to the kitchen.

“I’m so tired,” said Sienna, yawning loudly and wishing she could just lie down again.

“I know, but there’s something I want to try,” said Max, “and it always works best here.”

He took the phone from his pocket, pressed a couple of buttons to sync it with the overhead speakers and selected a familiar song on his playlist. It was the first song that he and Sienna had danced to; one that they had enjoyed dancing to in this very space just a few short weeks before their son was born.

As the melody began, Noah stopped fussing, tilting his head up to stare at Max, lips pursed.

“You like that, buddy?” said Max, smiling at the curious expression on his son’s face.

It reminded him of the one that he often glimpsed on his wife’s face when she was excited about something.

He tugged at Sienna so that her arms circled his neck, smiling down at her when they started to swing to the music, cuddling Noah between them.

Sienna snuggled close, her lips nuzzling Noah’s neck so that he gurgled excitedly. His eyes turned round when the tempo picked up and the three of them gently twirled together. They both laughed when Noah’s legs started kicking.

Sienna reached for Noah’s tiny hands, holding them gently in hers, helping him find the rhythm. Max adjusted his arms to wrap them around her hips, keeping her tucked close as he directed their steps, swaying them side to side, backward and forward.

Noah cooed and hummed, the tiny sounds making them smile especially when they rose as Max executed a short spin. His hand came up to rest on the back of Noah’s head while the other stayed around her.

As they danced together, the soft kitchen light casting shadows on the wall, they both marveled at how their son was already a harmonious blend of their features.

Her dark hair and the shape of his eyes slightly slanted, but light in color so that they might turn green over time. The slope of his nose was all Max, but his rosebud lips were Sienna’s. At least that’s what Max believed, telling her with certainty that he would know those lips anywhere.

Sienna nestled into Max’s shoulder, her hands clutching his hips for balance, her face resting close to Noah’s. She watched Noah yawn, his tiny mouth moving as he cuddled closer to his father. His eyes struggled to stay awake, but eventually drifted close.

She and Max continued to shuffle gently in place, holding each other up as contentment surrounded them so that neither noticed when their son finally fell asleep.

Their life was never going to be the same, thought Max as he led a sleepy Sienna and Noah to the master bedroom, laying their son down between them on the bed. But it was going to be better once they found their new normal.

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r0zyp0zy0zy · 3 years

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for the haikyuu promts: takeda ittetsu with number 27 🥺💞

Haikyuu!! Prompt list trial

HQ!! Prompt list

Words: 1300+

Warnings: drunk Takeda being in love with you

Pairing:Takeda Ittetsu x FEM!reader

Prompt: #27 {”...can I have a hug?”}

Thank you for requesting! I appreciate it <3

"Takeda-san, I think you've had enough to drink..." said a concerned Coach Ukai, who was leaning on the bathroom wall as Takeda struggled to take a piss.

"No~ I'm fine!" Takeda replied within the stall, still struggling to pull his zipper back up. "It only took me a minute to button my pants!"

"... it's been eight minutes." Ukai pinched the bridge of his nose as he watched the teacher turn on the tap, getting his sleeves all wet from the sink. "And pull up your sleeves, 'fuck sake."

"Sorry! Sorry!" Takeda used his soapy wet hands to push up his sleeves to his elbow, and Ukai just rolled his eyes.

"D'ya think that yer girlfriend'll be able to come and drag you home?" The fake blonde said, picking at his nails. God, he needed a cigarette.

Takeda turned around with his hands clasped together, hearts in his eyes twinkling. A broad smile was on his reddened face, and he sighed dreamily, "y/n~~✧･ﾟ: * d'know I'm gonna ask her to marry me? I'm still trying to find the perfect ring for her ✧･ﾟ: *."

"Yeah ok, buddy," Ukai grumbled, fishing through Takeda's back pocket to grab his phone.

Ukai puzzled for a moment at the password lock, and then tried typing the letters of your name with numbers; it worked. He snorted a chuckle and searched for your contact, which was easy to find with 'y/n❤️👰‍♀️' as your contact name. Ukai typed a quick 'this is Ukai (volleyball coach for Karasuno) pls help, your boyfriend needs to be picked up at [bar name]📍'.

He tried to stay sane while his drunk pal gushed about you, repeating himself multiple times. Takeda erratically explained his proposal plan, and Ukai could only smile aggressively and nod, checking Takeda's phone every two seconds.

y/n❤️👰‍♀️: ah! I'm omw, sorry if he's chatting your ear off! I'll be about ten minutes

Ukai sighed in relief, and plopped the phone back into Takeda's pocket, who was still going on about some lovesick spiel that the blonde was too bored to listen to.

"So... your girlfriend is coming to get you soon," Ukai grunted, "try not to swoon at her when you see her."

"Y/n...・゜'♥*:." Takeda sighed under his breath, and then grinned at Ukai. "I can't wait until she gets here!"

Ukai rolled his eyes for what felt like the tenth time, and he grasped Takeda's jacket to drag him back into the bar. The warm atmosphere was calmer now, since the games on the TVs had been turned off.

When you finally arrived, much to Ukai's relief and Takeda's pleasure, you nervously walked into the building to seek out your boyfriend.

"BABYYYY~~," Takeda cheered as he ran towards you, arms outstretched drunkly.

"T-Take it easy!" you said, stumbling back. Takeda grabbed the sides of your face and pressed a kiss to your nose.

You mouthed a 'thank you' directed to Ukai as you pulled your boyfriend along to the parking lot, Takeda's fingers wrapped tightly around your hand. You gently guided your boyfriend to the passenger seat, shushing him when he said that he should drive for you, "Ittetsu, babe, you're drunk. You can't do that."

After buckling in, you looked at your dazed boyfriend. "T-Thanks," he slurred.

"What's got you so nervous, lovey?" You asked. "You seem a bit flustered?"

"I-I... I'm just excited to go home with you," he replied shyly.

"Awe you're so sweet," you grinned, buckling yourself up and plugging the keys into the ignition. "Glad that you get excited to go with me to our shared house."

You turned on some of Takeda's favourite tunes and nodded along to the music as your boyfriend was fucking bopping to the beat. The drive home was quick (thankfully), so you didn't have to deal with Mr. Specks' antics for terribly long. You pulled up to your driveway in a matter of minutes, taking care to not drive over the pothole that was there, for Ittetsu's sake.

"You're such a gentleman, y/n," he slurred as you helped him out of his seat, taking his hand in yours, "my girlfriend is so nice."

You chuckled at your boyfriend and walked with him to the front door of your home. He attempted to unlock the door for you, but after two minutes he gave up. You swung the door open after Ittetsu handed the keys back to you, and you took off his shoes off for him in 'turn.

He wandered into the living room, studying the pictures on the mantle and the wall like he was seeing them for the first time, "she's pretty," he pointed at a picture of you from two years ago and you smiled.

"That's me, 'tetsu," you placed a hand on his shoulder, rubbing your cheek on his chest/neck/cheek.

"'M so lucky," he said in a daze, "I'm gonna marry you one day y'know."

"Mmm, if you even have the courage to pop the question~," you replied teasingly.

"...can I have a hug?" Ittetsu mumbled, leaning into you.

"Of course, my future husband," you grinned, snaking your arms around his waist. You inhaled the pleasant aroma of his cologne, untangling it from the sent of alcohol that lingered on his shirt.

"I love you," said Ittetsu with admiration, "you're the love of my life."

"Awe, 'tetsu, I love you too," you expressed, hugging him closer. "You're so mushy and cute."

He hummed in appreciation, and buried his face in the crook of your neck. The two of you stayed like that for some time, just swaying in each other's warm embrace and enjoying the other's presence.

"Y/n... I don't wanna let go, but I think I'm about to puke."

"Ittetsu! Way to ruin the moment."

#takeda ittetsu #takeda ittetsu x reader #ittetsu takeda #ittetsu takedda x reader #hq anime #hq x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyū!!

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wienerbarnes · 3 years

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Much Ado About Nothing (1/6)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,726

Warnings: enemies to lovers, talk of wedding and marriage stuff

A/N: enjoy the first part and let me know what u think!

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The ride back to New York feels a lot longer than the ride to Croatia, Bucky decides. HYDRA wasn’t kidding around when they said cut one head off and two take its place, whatever. No matter how hard Earth’s Mightiest Heroes try, there’s another facility that pops up at one point or another.

Bucky tries to think positively; they should be off HYDRA duty, if they keep up the consistent schedule of finding a new facility every three or so months, for a bit now.

“What’s the first thing you guys are gonna do when you get back? I’m gonna get some hot chocolate from the little cafeteria in the main building.” Sam hums from the seat directly behind Bucky.

Bucky’s in the passenger while Steve pilots and he gives his own answer at the same time as Steve,

“Shower.”

“Propose to Sharon.”

A small pause for the boys to ensure they heard that correctly.

“Wanna run that by us again, Cap?” Sam pipes up.

“When we land, I’m going to propose to Sharon.” Steve repeats nonchalantly.

“Since when?!” Bucky asks. He knows for a fact that Steve and Sharon adore each other, but Steve has never brought up marriage once in the time he’s dated Sharon, and clearly he hasn’t done so to Sam, either.

“Listen, I know we haven’t been dating long, but I know I love her and I know she loves me, so, what’s the point in waiting?” He explains.

“Is this about what happened earlier, Steve?” Bucky asks, knowing his best friend all too well.

A bomb was in the facility, of course, and Steve and Bucky tried to disarm it while Sam rallied the rest of prisoners out of the building.

Now, while Steve has obtained most of his training through his serum-fueled muscle memory and military experience over the last few decades, he is extremely lucky. Steve has successfully disarmed twenty-nine bombs throughout his Avengers career. Not a single failure. With no bomb training.

So when he cut one of the wires confidently and the timer started ticking faster, it made him nervous. And it made him even more nervous when he clipped a different wire and the time counter automatically set to zero. He froze in shock and was lucky Bucky was able to fling the two of them out a window and away from the direct blast.

“Okay, so, yeah, maybe I got a little scared. But, listen, it’s not a lie that we lead dangerous lives. Why should I hold back on the things I want if I know tomorrow isn’t promised?” Steve defends.

“Steve, you can’t marry a girl because you’re scared of dying!” Bucky exclaims.

“I’m not marrying her for that, Bucky, I love her!”

“I know you love her, but -”

“But?! -”

“Alright, alright, listen,” Sam interrupts their sibling bickering, “If this is what you want, I’m with you 100%, Cap.” Sam reassures.

Steve gives a thankful smile and looks back to Bucky, hoping for the same.

“You know I’m always on board with you, you punk.” Bucky slaps a hand on his shoulder.

“Thanks, guys.”

“Ah, big man’s gonna be engaged!” Sam throws his hands on Steve’s shoulders, jostling his body in the tiny pilot’s seat, and Bucky joins in on the teasing.

“I’m gonna tell everyone to meet in the hangar for when you ask her.” Sam says, pulling out his phone.

“You’re not gonna tell the Geek, are you?” Bucky groans.

“Of course, I’m gonna tell her. I don’t know why you don’t like her, man.”

Bucky rolls his eyes at the thought of the little lab rat. Sharon’s best friend. A young girl, born and raised in New York though thoroughly traveled through your work experience. Been to over fifty countries offering your expertise to combat cyberterrorism and have helped locate some of the hardest-to-find and worst people in the world.

You act like you’re all that just because you’re considered one of the youngest geniuses in the country and one of the greatest hackers in the world as well as the Avengers’ best tech expert of all time.

Whatever, big whoop, Bucky could care less.

As the jet lands, hugs and cheers are exchanged as the group of friends reacquaint themselves once again after a long mission. After greeting everyone, Bucky hangs on the outskirts of the group, waiting to see how Steve is going to pop his big question.

“C’mon, punk, don’t lose your courage.” Bucky talks to himself.

“I don’t know if you noticed, Bucky, but no one’s listening to you. You can stop talking.” Your voice pipes up next to him.

“Oh, hey, Little Miss Geeky, don’t you have some codes to hack, or something?” He bites at you.

“I told you not to call me that!”

“I told you not to call me that,” Bucky mocks you in a higher pitched voice.

“Geez, how does anyone stand you around here? I don’t get how all the female trainees are infatuated with you.”

“They definitely kiss my ass because I train them and I have the final say on whether or not they move on to second-class training, but even if I didn’t,” Bucky turns to face you now, “They’d still love me because every woman here loves me except for you, it seems.”

“Doesn’t matter anyway, I’m not interested in getting involved with anyone or anything right now, I don’t even know I’m capable of that, anymore.” Bucky finishes.

“Women everywhere are lucky, then. You’d make a horrible boyfriend. I’m glad I have no need for romance, either.”

“Hopefully you keep it that way, any guy that ends up with your catty ass will end up with his face scratched up.”

“Well, if his face looks anything like yours, a good scratching would only make it look better.”

“Alright, alright, enough, you two. Can’t even be civil around each other for five minutes.” Sam interrupts, slinging each of his arms around both you and Bucky’s shoulders, shoving himself in between the two of you.

“She started it.”

“No, he -”

“Stop! He’s about to do it.” Sam shushes you.

“He’s about to do what -”

“Guys, guys, I want everyone’s attention.” Steve’s voice calls out, and everyone quiets down immediately.

Steve turns to Sharon, “Sharon, you are the most beautiful, the strongest, the kindest, and most amazing woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on.” He begins.

“I’ve known for a while now, and I know you have, too, that I love you with every fiber of my being. You make me a better Captain, and a better man every day I’m with you. I truly and deeply believe that you’re my soulmate and I won’t ever find another girl like you in my life. You’re all I’ve ever wanted. So, I don’t want to waste anymore time,” Steve lowers down onto one knee and a few gasps echo from the group.

Bucky sees you slap a hand over your mouth in shock and Sam sniffles beside him. A small smile appears on Bucky’s face, too.

“Sharon, will you make me the happiest man alive, and marry me?”

“Yes, yes, yes! Steve, yes I’ll marry you!” Sharon cries out, jumping into Steve’s arms as he stands again, and the group claps and cheers for them.

They share sweet kiss after sweet kiss, relishing in the new step in their relationship.

Sharon’s voice catches everyone in their celebration, though, “Let’s get married now!”

Collective what’s come from the group of friends that surround them, “Like you said, babe, let’s not waste anymore time!”

“Sharon, if you think you’re not getting the most gorgeous and lovely wedding you deserve, you’re mistaken.” You tell her.

“For once, I agree with Techie, Shar. I mean you don’t have a dress, Steve doesn’t have a tux; hell, the two of you don’t even have rings!” Bucky says.

“I can make it happen in a week.” Tony’s voice booms from the group. Everyone looks to him.

“I can get you guys rings, I can get Sharon a dress, and Steve a suit, I can set up the smaller ballroom for a pre-wedding party for everyone tonight and get the bigger ballroom ready for a wedding by next Friday.” Tony offers.

“Consider it a wedding gift.” He smiles.

Sharon and Steve look to each other before looking back at Tony, “Next Friday it is, then.”

The group goes back to congratulating the newly engaged couple as well as conversing about the future wedding.

...

“Hey, did you guys hear about the rumored wedding?”

Bruce Banner pipes up in the empty lab after returning from downstairs. Well, not empty, of course, but empty of you, the intern’s tech leader in their internship.

“What idiot would want to get married, nowadays?” John pipes up.

The only reason he’s here is because his step-brother, Sam “The Falcon” Wilson insisted on getting him this internship gig. Everyone was always saying how he wasn’t going to live up to his big brother’s legacy, and he hated the fact that that was only ingrained into his existence further by the fact that Sam got him this position.

“Your brother’s best buddy.” Clint Barton enters and answers. Always roaming around the building, he is.

“What, that pretty boy, Steve?”

“That’s the one.” The archer confirms and plops himself down in a spinning chair.

“Huh. And I guess he’s marrying that pretty girlfriend of his? When did this happen?”

“That he is. It happened just downstairs now that they’ve returned from that mission. There’s a party tonight to celebrate.” Banner informs him, hoping the sound of a party will liven the kid’s spirits a bit.

Banner can see the kid’s frustration in living in his brother’s shadow - or feeling like so - and hopes that allowing him the opportunity to make some good memories will make his time here feel a little less miserable. Despite the connection to his brother, John’s incredibly smart for a nineteen-year-old, a teenager, and deserves to have a little play among all his work.

“Hmmm. I think I’ll go. Who doesn't love a good party, right?” John says, satisfying both Avengers in the lab with him.

Meanwhile, John’s fantasizing, he’s going to get into trouble around here.

…

Sharon, Tony, and you sit around a small table in the cafeteria while Sam waits for his hot chocolate across the room.

“If only I could find a guy in between Steve and Bucky. Steve’s too vanilla and Bucky’s too… Bucky.” You say.

“Keep thinking like that and you won’t find anyone.” Tony tells you.

“Well, good. I pray everyday that God doesn’t send me a husband. Ugh, and especially not a guy like Steve or Bucky; I can’t stand those beards.”

“Maybe you’ll find a husband that shaves.” Sharon offers.

“I know I’m not hearing my darling Geeky and husband as topics in the same conversation.” Sam finally joins with his cup of hot chocolate.

“You’re right, you’re not. I’ll start looking for a husband when they make men out of something other than trash. Speaking of which, I know Steve is America’s Golden Boy, or whatever, but you make sure he treats you right.” You say.

“I second that.” Sam agrees.

“I third it.” Tony follows.

Sharon laughs, “Guys, guys, I appreciate it, but I don’t need you guys to have that talk with me, Steve is amazing, and you all know it.”

“Yeah, yeah, anyway, I’m going to go shower for the party tonight, I’ve been holed up in the lab all morning.” You stand and go to exit the cafeteria.

Bucky’s way ahead of you in that aspect, following through with what he said on the jet and retreating up to his room to shower as soon as the congratulations were given to the happy couple.

Showering is a special ritual Bucky follows after a rough mission. Of course, everyone showers after a mission, but Bucky makes his post-mission showers extra special.

He double shampoos both his hair and his beard, lathering them up with a smooth conditioner after, while he washes all the dirt and gunk from his body with a lavender and grapeseed oil body soap.

He applies a face mask while he cleans up any wounds he might’ve sustained on the mission, as well as polishing and scrubbing his metal arm clean. Once he’s finished, he painfully reminds himself that he can’t just sleep for the next sixteen hours. He has to get ready to go to a party.

He sighs to himself, “Let’s get this over with.”

…

Everyone in the ballroom is dressed to the nines for the last-minute engagement party. There’s music, dancing, drinks, and just about everyone that works in the tower is in that room.

The group of friends all find each other eventually, and of course all of the attention is on the future bride and groom. Talk of colors and themes and cakes all overwhelm the couple - the question of whether or not Sharon will wear a garter makes Steve blush.

Quite honestly, they’re on the verge of just eloping downtown and saying to hell with all the parties and festivities.

“Okay, okay, can we talk about something else? I don’t want all this wedding stuff to be the only thing I hear about for the next seven days.” Sharon finally interrupts.

“Okay, what do you want to talk about, Miss Bride-to-be?” You ask.

“Well, how about when you’re going to find yourself a husband?” Sharon teases her friend, knowing how much she despises talking about her own love life, or lack thereof.

“Oh no, absolutely not, not this again. I’m going to get a drink.” You wave her off, stepping away from the group and making your way back towards the open bar.

“I hope I didn’t arrive just as we were talking about relationship stuff.” Bucky says as he arrives and finally finds his friends.

“I’m afraid you did.” Natasha confirms beside Sharon.

“In that case, I’m gonna follow Geeky’s lead and get a drink; I’ll certainly need one for that conversation.” Bucky excuses himself, the shadow of his dark blue suit follows the flow of your navy gown worn tonight; you surely matched by complete accident.

“Imagine if they were married.” Sharon thinks aloud to Natasha.

“Who? Barnes and Geek-a-Chic? Please, they’d kill each other within a week of being married.” Natasha argues.

“I hope y'all aren’t talking about our Barnes and Techie, because there’s no way in hell they’d be caught dead with each other like that.” Sam butts in, Steve by his side.

“C’mon guys, think about it. It’s like opposites attract and all that. Plus, I think they are the only people that are a match for their own wits.” Sharon explains.

“I don’t know, babe. They’re constantly at each other’s necks; I don’t even think they’ve had a normal conversation with each other without insults or bickering.” Steve says.

“I suggest we do the impossible.” Tony interrupts, clearly having had a few too many drinks.

“While we wait for the wedding to come, we are going to set those two up together.” He hiccups.

“Tony, you’re crazy.”

“That’ll never work.”

“I’m with it!” Sam shouts, excited to play along and work with Tony on his shenanigans.

“Atta boy, Sammy! C’mon, Sharon? Nat? Steve? Where’s Clint, I know he’ll be on board with this.” Tony whips his head around in all directions looking for the archer.

“C’mon, guys, it’ll be fun! The worst that can happen is that we fail.” Sam tries to convince.

“I think the worst that can happen is that we succeed! Imagine Barnes and her together!” Natasha exclaims.

“I just want her to be happy. She deserves a good boyfriend and husband.” Sharon says sweetly, Sam words slowly convincing her.

“I agree.” Steve chimes in, wanting the best for his own best friend as well.

The five of them turn towards the bar to see Bucky and their favorite tech nerd pushing and shoving at each other’s shoulders, clearly fighting about something once again.

“Alright, I’m on board. Let’s do it.” Natasha finally agrees.

John watches the happy friend group from a distance. He sees his brother smiling and laughing with his friends; his famous, talented, skilled friends, his friends who are soon going to be married and live happily ever after.

Not if he can help it, anyway.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes series #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes fanfiction

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 4 years

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Home Sweet Home: 112 Ocean Ave

Summary- 2.6k Andy Barber x You. You and Andy almost have it all, married and with a jointed family consisting of Andy’s teenage son Jacob, as well as your two younger children John and Cassidy. Looking to add another member, your family is in need of a bigger house, a forever home. You find just the place, 112 Ocean Avenue in Amityville Long Island. Home Sweet Home

Written for @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho Spooky Scary Stories challenge. Divider by @firefly-graphics

Warnings- swears, implied smut, mentions of murders.

A/N- I chose Amityville Horror for the challenge because its one of my favorite Spook Stories growing up. When reading you will find a lot of similarities to the 2005 Movie, some of the scenarios and dialogue are specifically from that film. Other parts of it are from the book itself. The family name was changed for my own personal reasons. Happy Haunting! 🎃

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You scrolled through your phone, double checking the address. “Andy it should be up the next couple streets. Lakeside.” You couldn't hold back the excitement in your tone, and Andy hit the blinker to turn down Ocean Avenue.

“Babe, don't get too excited.” Andy tried to talk reason with you, his fingers thrumming on the steering wheel. “If it's too good to be true, it probably is.”

You shifted over as much as you could, the Audi middle armrest keeping you from curling up into his side, but you could rest your head on his bicep. “Come on Andy, this might just be what we've been looking for. Good school district, excellent location, nice neighborhood, enough room for all three of the kids.”

Andy tilted his head a bit to look down at you, his eyes softening around the edges as he finally smiled, you were so excited for this that it was hard not to match your enthusiasm. His hand released the steering column to take your hand, weaving his fingers through your hand, he let your hands rest against his lap. “You know Y/N, if this place is as big as what the pictures show, we could finally try for our own baby.”

Wiggling your brows, you nuzzled his arm before sitting up. “I know Andy, why else do you think I want this place. Five bedrooms. It's perfect. Jacob can have a room to come home to when he comes and stays with us when he's not with Laurie. Cassidy and John each have their own bedrooms, and future little Barber Bean will have a cute nursery.” Your voice wandered as your gaze turned towards the window, watching beautiful homes pass you two by. Homes you never would have dreamed possible, million dollar homes on a lake. When you got the ping on your phone for 112 Ocean Avenue being lowered in price, you dreamed about the possibility of it. Then it lowered again, and you started to get hopeful. Then this last price drop, taking off another $30,000 dollar, you squealed in bed. Effectively waking Andy with a jolt, startling him.

Now here you were, going to look at what will be your dream home, the perfect home. The forever home for you and Andy. Andy would probably scoff at you just knowing this, since he didn't believe in fate. But you did, fate after all was how you met the DA in a bar when you both needed each other in a dark time, and had fallen in love. So fate now was leading you here, to your and Andy’s new start in life. It could be a dream come true. You had enough belief for both of you.

Suddenly a big white house filled your vision, and you glanced at the address on the GPS. “Andy, there it is! Look at it.” You said excitedly, and Andy slowed the car, pulling to the curb to lean a bit into the passenger side, looking out your window to gaze at the house, giving a small whistle.

“Okay Sweetheart, I agree. This place looks nice. Too nice, are you sure that price is right?”

“Yes, I double checked with the realtor when I called them last week. It's really the right price.”

Andy straightened in his seat, and turned into the long driveway. “That true Honey, this is the deal of a lifetime.”

You grinned excitedly, just about bouncing in your seat. Andy’s hand reached over, sliding his hand along your thigh before taking your hand, weaving his fingers with yours and giving a gentle squeeze. You knew that he was also excited now.

When Andy pulled up to the house, the realtor waited for them on the front steps, clutching her phone to her chest and gave a smile. The kind a dealer who's looking to make a fast sale gives. “Welcome, I had hoped you all would be able to find the place easily. Magnificent isn't it? Built around 1910, the foundation is original, but all updated while keeping its original charm. Shall we go inside?” She dangled the keys and you with wide eyed enthusiasm nodded. Andy draped his arm over your shoulder, nodding in agreement.

The realtor showed them right inside, bustling them inside as she shut the door. “As you see, lots of beautiful lighting, the kitchen has been all updated. The marble counter tops were just installed not even two years ago.” She clasped her hands together and kept a smile plastered on her face while you and Andy wandered into the entrance of the house, looking around. Andy’s head tilted back while looking for any kind of possible damage while you took a step or two on the stairs, and leaned against the banister. “What are you thinking Andy?” you wiggle your nose at him, and he glances at you, you can see him hiding a smile, and he stuffed his hands in his pockets, humming lightly while looking around once more before answering. “The entrance way looks nice, spacious. But I want to look over the rest of the house.”

“Of course, if you come this way to the sitting room. Perfect for get togethers, children's sleepovers, family game nights. Do you… two have any children?” she flashed a toothy grin, and you wandered away from Andy a moment while he addressed the realtor. “Yes, Y/N has two smaller children, and I have a teenage son.”

“How nice! Then this really would be perfect for living a family life.” she continued on while Andy followed her in, you waited a moment, then stepped away yourself, going the opposite way. You could still hear the realtor's voice, but you paid no heed. You already knew that this was home. You already could see yourself with a new baby on your hip, redecorating room by room. Andy would be able to set up a home office to work from. You might even be able to write that book you wanted. The kids would settle in, Jacob could come home on weekends from college, holidays the whole family could get together and everything you were picturing was the dream.

Your dream and you hoped Andy's dream as well.

Your fingers slid along the cool marble counters once you reached the kitchen, and looked around at the new appliances installed. You grasped the large kitchen sink, and peeked out the back window to see the lake view, catching your breath. Large old maple trees adorned the lake edge, and there was a boat house at the end of the deck. Could this place get any better?

“Y/N?” you heard Andy coming up from behind you, the click of heels against the floor told you the realtor was right on your husbands tail when he entered the kitchen. Looking around, he gave a low whistle of approval. “Nice.”

You spun and couldn't hide the grin. “Isn't it? Andy…” You gave a soft whine, and he hugged around you, shushing you in your ear a moment before turning towards the realtor.

“Basement? I plan on converting it into a temporary office for now until we're settled.” Andy asked and the realtor turned around and opened a door, flicking on a light.

“Go on ahead and look around.” She looked down the dark stairs and took a cautious step back, her voice wavering slightly. “I’m- uh- gonna just stay up here.”

Andy walked past her, and you followed him, the both of you going down the stairs. Once you both got to the bottom, Andy looked around all the corners. It seemed dry, clean, and had all the usual things that made up a basement. “Yup, it’s a basement.”

You leaned onto him a moment and chuckled. “You sound so excited Mr.Barber.”

Up above them, the realtor said in her overly cheerful voice. “So what do you two think?”

Andy arched a teasing brow and looked you up and down. “I think you look foxy in that skirt.”

“Andy!” you hissed as you pushed lightly against his chest and started back up the stairs. He was right behind you and his hand slapped against your backside teasing before you two came back out in the kitchen.

The rest of the tour went decent, the upstairs had more than enough bedrooms for everyone, closet space, the works. Even now Andy was getting a bit more on board with the prospect of buying this house, and you were sure he was going to give in. Your tour ended back in the main foyer, and Andy excused you two to talk a moment. He pulled you into the living room, sure to give you two enough space not to be overheard.

“You really want this house Y/N?” his hands reached for yours and weaved your fingers together. “It will mean some sacrifices, because it's still on the high end of our price range, but we can do it.” He assured you, and you shuffled a foot back and forth while thinking about it.

“I want to, Andy, I feel like this is the right place for us. It has everything we wanted and then some. I can see us being happy here.”

That was all it took, Andy gave a smile and nodded in agreement, and you couldn't help the excited yelp, jumping into his arms, hugging around his neck and legs around his slender waist. The realtor with a look of panic came running around the corner of the entrance and put her hand to her chest in relief.

“Were all happy then?”

You grinned happily as you slid back to the floor, and Andy wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “I think we're ready to put an offer on it.”

“Well, let me call my office and see about drawing up some papers.” She seemed to be relieved, and once you all were ushered outside, she closed the door firmly. Andy walked down the path a short ways, and turned around to look up at the expansive house, his hand rubbing at his beard in a thoughtful way. The largest purchase he’s made so far, but something was still bugging him about it.

“Okay, what’s the catch with this place? I looked up what other listings go for in this area. None of them are nearly in such a nice location, or this size, and they are twice the price of this house.” When the realtor hesitated, Andy cleared his throat. “By law you're required to tell us if anything has happened here we should be aware of.” You suddenly could feel your heart sinking a bit at the realtors' crestfallen face.

“Okay… There was a tragedy- a family was murdered here.” You gasped and the realtor continued. “But that was a long time ago, everyone in the town has moved on. Plus it's a house, a beautiful house just made to have a family in it and become a home. Why let one bad time ruin your decision? You will not find a nicer home in the area, that I can guarantee.”

Andy took a deep breath and looked up at the house again, and you tugged lightly on his jacket. “Can we still? would it be too weird to live in a house where a family was murdered?”

“Baby, it's not the house's fault. House’s don't kill people, people kill people. Trust me, I've worked enough cases to know.” Andy glanced down at you. “Would you be able to be okay with it?”

You let it sink in, and you never had to find out the details honestly. You didn't want to know, you just couldn't let your dreams slip away by something that happened in the past.

“Let's do it Andy, we can make a better story for this house. Our story.”

Later that night, you and Andy have just told the kids that they were indeed buying a house, and showed them pictures of it. After the two smaller ones were in bed, you and Andy were curled up on the couch, watching a tv show. Jacob was nearby on his phone, looking at the pictures he asked you to send him earlier.

“This house is huge, way bigger than this one or the one Mom has.” Jacob happened to remark, and Andy nodded.

“It really is Jake, and it's by the college you want to attend. Y/N and I were talking about it on the way home, and if you just wanted to stay with us rather than live on campus, you would save lots of money.” You nodded in agreement while Andy continued. “No rent, you just gotta help around the house a bit.”

Jacob looked thoughtful at the offer you and his father was making, and he finally nodded. “That actually would be great guys, thanks. At least the first year.” He went back to his phone, and you hid a grin against Andy’s arm, both of you pleased that he was so eager to take up the offer. He might not be your son, but you cared for him just as much as either of your children.

Jacob soon yawned and stretched. “Catch y'all in the morning.”

Andy gave a nod and you yawned sleepily as well, but opted to stay right where you were. “Night Jakey.” You said, and he gave a wave as he headed up the stairs to the bedroom he shared with your son.

It was quiet for a while before Andy kissed the top of your head, and you looked up at him. “Excited Baby?”

You bit your lip and shifted to sit up more, pushing him back against the couch, and lifting your leg over his to straddle him while cupping his face. “Want me to show you just how excited I am Handsome?” your brows wriggled and his hands gripped your hips gently and tilted his head.

“Think we're not going to get caught?” Andy said in a hushed voice and you tilted to look up the stairs, noticing all the lights were off.

“We’re safe.” You giggled and covered your lips with his, brushing up against him with a soft moan.

You were more than happy to show him just how excited you were.

Later that night, when everyone was sound asleep, Andy eased out of bed, sure to make sure you were covered. Making his way down to the kitchen, he grabbed his laptop and started it up while moving to sit down. Quickly he pulled up google, and typed in the new house's address. Whatever happened wouldn't change his mind. But Andy liked to know what exactly he was moving his family into.

What pulled up was horrific. Pulling up crime scene photos of the family who lived in 112 Ocean Ave years ago, he wasn't shocked to see splatters of blood across the master bedroom that would soon be yours, or the torn apart children's beds with holes blown through the mattresses. It wouldn't be the first time he's seen this kind of evil in the world with his work. Rubbing his hand against his chin in thought, his eyes scanned through the article. What he wasn't expecting was the oldest Deffor son, 24 named Ronnie was the killer.

He had gone through with a rifle at 3:30 in the morning, starting with his parents and then moving onto his siblings. “Oh god.” Andy muttered as he read the details logged, the man claimed he was told to by a demon. Pushing back from his seat, just staring at the picture of Ronnie being taken out by the police, Andy couldn't look away from his eyes, bloodshot and wild. They bothered Andy to look at, imagining how terrified the children must have been to see their brother staring at them like that, from the end of a rifle. Reaching over to close the laptop, and cut off the pictures, he sighed.

People kill people, the house is perfectly fine. Telling himself this, he put away his laptop and went back upstairs to join you again. You muttered in your sleep and eased back into his arms.

#home sweet home #DinoScaryStories2020 #andy barber #andy barber au #andy barber x reader #andy barber x you #amityville horror #amityville #amber writes #sweater writes

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sunaswife · 4 years

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A Suna Rintarou series

Suna was the best boyfriend you could ask for, after fighting with your inner demons that screamed you were ugly, worthless, and annoying. You finally decided to go the next step with your boyfriend, only to find out it was all a game.

A/N: PART 11! After that crappy wannabe smutty chapter I decided to give you some small Suna fluff 😌

Warnings: underaged drinking, smut, guys talking badly about women, heartbreak, messed up shit that you shouldn’t do and a bit of fluff if you squint

Disc six-slide one: You and I 🤍 🖤

“Babe you gotta be more careful.” You sighed and gently held his fingers as you put ointment on them. “I’m a middle blocker that’s my job.” He deadpanned and you looked up. “I know but I just worry ya know? I’m your girlfriend that’s my job.” Today there was a practice match against a college team and Suna hurt his pinky and ring finger pretty bad, he had to sit out for the rest of the game. He sighed and leaned forward to put his head on your shoulder. You heard a hiss and you quickly apologized. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to hurt you.” You told him. “Nah It’s fine.” He mumbled on your shoulder.

“Do you want any medicine?” You asked and he muttered a no. “Do you want cuddles?” You asked and he muttered an mhm. You kissed his cheek and wiped your hands on a towel. You moved on to the bandaids and you applied some on his fingers. You were being so gentle, Suna was about to fall asleep on your shoulder. “There all done.” You said and he moved back to look at his left hand. “Thanks princess. Feels better already. That ointment really works.” He said and you smiled. “One more thing.” You said and held on to his wrist. You lifted it up and kissed his knuckles. “There hopefully it’ll get better soon.” You said just to tease him. “God dammit why are you so FUCKING CUTE!” He said and pushed you down on his bed. His arms wrapped around you and he squeeze tight. “RIN I cAnT breath!” You squealed and he loosened his grip. “Jesus man.” You sigh and look up to see Rin already looking down. “I love you.” He said and you smiled. “I love you too you dork.” You replied and gave his lips a quick peck.

“It’s honestly so ridiculous how cute you are. Like what the fuck. You’re real and you’re mine.” He sighed in content and buried his face in your hair. The smell of your shampoo managed to calm his beating heart. “You’re always there and I appreciate it, a lot.” He murmured. “How long are your parents going to be out of town?” You asked. “They come back tomorrow night.” He replied. “Do you need me to stay with you so you can rest your hand?” You asked.

“You’d do that for me?” He asked suddenly and you nodded. “I don’t have clothes so I’ll steal some of yours but I don’t mind helping.” You told him and his grip tightened once again. “FUCK I have the cutest girlfriend EVER!” He said and made a ‘😫’ face.

“I could get used to this.” Suna said and you jumped a bit, startled. “Dude don’t scare me like that.” You said and turned. You were in his family’s kitchen looking around to try to make something to eat. You settled on something quick and simple that you’ll know he’ll like.

“Did you just call me dude?” He squinted and you turned back to the stove. “Yeah, sorry.” You chuckled and sturred the food in the pan. His arms slowly wrapped around your waist from behind and you couldn’t hide your smile. “Smells delicious.” He mumbled in your ear and you giggled. His voice sounded deeper than usual since he just woke up from his nap. “Here try it. I made enough so your parents can eat some tomorrow night when they come home. They’ll probably be tired from traveling.” You slightly turned and blew on the spoon that held your food, after a few seconds you expected Suna to blow on it too when you put it in front of his mouth but he didn’t and just took a bite. He didn’t hiss that it was hot so you were glad about that.

“Wow that’s really good.” He said with brows raised. Why is he so shocked? You make him lunch all the time. Should you feel offended? “Also i don’t know if they’ll get a chance to even eat it. I’m tempted to eat everything.” He joked, “Osamu, chill.” You joked and he pinched your skin above his shorts. You squeaked and laughed, “Dont say another dudes name when I’m being all baby-like with you. It makes me jealous.” He said and you rolled your eyes and turned off the stove. “You‘re a big baby.” You said softly and pushed some hair away from his face. “But I’m your big baby.” He said and followed you around the kitchen while you looked for plates to serve the food.

“Is this how it’s going to be like in the future?” You asked and he paused. “No i won’t be the only one following you around, we’ll have a dog and a kid...maybe two.” He said and you choked on air. “Already thinking about children? You’re bold.” You spoke up. “Well I mean. I love you a lot. And I know you love me a lot too. After highschool we can work our asses off and then get married and have kids. I don’t know. I never thought about it before until I met you. Now sometimes when I go to sleep I think about us growing old together and that makes me happy.” He said and saw as you grabbed your phone and started typing. He frowned and was about to ask why you were ignoring him and texting instead but then you had a satisfied smile and the speakers of your phone played an unfamiliar piano tune.

“Babe, are you the lost member of one direction?” You asked and he raised a brow. Before he could respond you shushed him and showed him the lyrics to They Don’t know about Us.

He actually liked the song and how mellow but catchy it was. You started singing softly along with the song and screamed the octave Zayn sang. He chuckled at your nature and tsked when you pointed to him in order to serenade him on the mine girl part.

When the song finished you took your phone and placed it on the counter. “So..what do you think? Wanna do that when we’re older?” He asked as you handed him his plate.

“I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

He felt butterflies in his stomach as you kissed his cheek and shooed him to the dining room.

Yeah he could definitely get used to this.

Previously

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May I have a request a finding out that the MC finds out that they are pregnant with RFA +V, V's is with Lucy?

yes, i love this prompt! however for V, I’d rather have Lucy still be their adopted daughter-changing the way she came to be their child doesn’t sit right with me, I hope that’s okay :)

I’ll use she/her pronouns for MC, but if you’d like me to change them then feel free to let me know <3

YOOSUNG:

* Knowing how much of an over-excited mess he’d become at the news, MC waited patiently for him to be done with work for the day, come back home, take a shower and finally come to flop down on the couch besides her, leaning his head on her shoulder.

* This was their usual routine, finding some time before bed to talk about their day, plans for tomorrow and what not. MC gently ran a hand through Yoosung’s hair, toying with the blonde curls. “So...I’ve got some news” she started, biting at her lip.

* Yoosung hummed, already dozing off on MC’s shoulder, blinking back the sleepingess as MC nudged him off her shoulder. “Baby come on, I think you’ll want to be awake to hear this” she laughed, teasing him as he stifled a yawn.

* “You’re saying there’s something more important than a full 8 hours of sleep?” he asked, fully aware of the irony-how in college he’d go nights without sleeping a minute to game, to the present, where he can’t function properly without a minimum couple hours of sleep before work.

* MC hummed, pretending to think as she tapped a finger to her chin. “Let’s see...would knowing you’re about to become a dad be important enough?”

* She smiled, raising a brow as she saw the range of emotions running themselves over Yoosung’s face. Shock, confusion, excitedness-his mouth agape, eyes wide and teary.

* “You-what-we-who-we-baby?!” he jumped off the couch, pointing to MC’s stomach as she bit her cheek to contain her giggles at his over-exaggerated reaction.

* “Yes Yoosung”, she affirmed, nodding down to her own belly, “there’s a baby right there. How...how do you feel about that?” despite the shaky grin on his face MC was still hesitant, worried how Yoosung might feel once this excitement wears off. Sure, they ocassionally discussed future plans, but never to great lengths, and it’s normal to freak out in such a situation and-

* “Are you kidding me?! We-MC we’ll be parents! Omigosh I’m-” he fell to his knees, leaning forward to lean his head into MC’s lap, his hands on her thighs gripping tight.

* Gingerly he looked up, gently bringing a palm to rest on her lower abdomen.

* “Hi baby” he whispered, not caring if the baby was old enough to hear him through the womb or not. He’d be sure to study all that later. “I’m-I’m your dad. I can’t wait to meet you buddy...”

* Honestly....both he and MC teared up at that. Neither of them really expected it, but they both couldn’t wait to be parents.

ZEN:

* MC had taken a pharmacy test that came back negative, but her period was still running late. Confused, she decided to book an appointment to her gynecologist as soon as possible, worried what the implications of this may be. If not pregnancy, then what...?

* Zen had come into the room the moment she’d been on the phone, booking an appointment for the following week. He raised a brow as he heard her, but she simply smiled, holding up a finger as a cue for him to wait a moment.

* “Babe, what’s up? Everything alright?” he asked as soon as she hung up, coming close to wrap his arms around her waist.

* “Mm, yeah just, my period’s late and uhm-” she hesitated, unsure of how to continue. Quite frankly, she wasn’t sure of what was going on either, so how was she to explain it to Zen?

* She felt his grip around her waist tighten, his breath hitching.

* “Wait-does that mean-could you be...?”

* She turned around to face him, not surprised to find pure glee on his face-they’d discussed their plans for the future before, and they both had agreed they’d wanted to start a family together, just never decided on the when.

* MC smiled, running her fingertips across Zen’s knuckles. “I don’t know. I really don’t, but I guess we’ll find out once I go to the doctor” she shrugged.

* Zen hummed, leaning his head atop her shoulder. “Next week right? Tell me the time, I’ll make sure to make time to come with you.”

* “Wha-Babe you don’t have to-” MC started before Zen cut her off with a quick peck on the lips and a wink as he twisted her around to face him.

* “Shush. Whatever the doctor tells you, I’ll be there with you, and we’ll face it together. Always” he said, his smile softening.

* And as a man of his word, Zen was there with her at MC’s appointment, holding her hand as her gynecologist took an ultrasound probe and looked knowingly at the screen, turning to face MC and Zen with a smile.

* “Congratulations you two”, they smiled, both Zen and MC turning to the doctor with wide eyes, “you’re about 5 weeks pregnant!”

* Now, if anyone asks, he won’t admit it, but did Zen jump up and down in that examination room, screaming and giggling like a kid? Did he cry and lean down to kiss MC, who was currently stuck with an ultrasound probe inside her and a little unable to cheer as excitedly with him? Did he have to clear his throat and apologise to the doctor who had to hide their laughter behind a cough?

* Yes. Yes he did.

* He’ll talk to MC’s belly non-stop, will be there for EVERY appointment and ultrasound, will cry when he first hears his baby’s heartbeat or sees the first 3D ultrasound. He’ll do every single bidding of MC, from weird cravings to holding her when the morning sickness hits, just 100/10 the best partner and father.

* Plus the first thing he teaches his kid is to never ever call Jumin ‘uncle’ :’)

JAEHEE:

* Okay listen, there’s a little backstory here that I can add thanks to my current weeks of working at an ObGyn and Fertility clinic;

* So Jaehee and MC, after establishing their coffee shop and having it run well for a few years, decided they were ready to take the next step and start a family together. However, there were many limitations when they tried to adopt a child, so they researched other options, and found that a single woman, can in fact, receive a sperm donor and an IUI (In Utero Insemination-just fancy terminology for ‘putting the sperm in the womb with a tube!), without too much of a hussle.

* So they opted for this option. They sat through the paperwork together, mutually decided who it’d be who’d try and get pregnant-they both had no quailms about it so they kind of decided over rock-paper scissors lmao, and so the process began.

* However, even with modern day medicine, pregnancy in such means isn’t 100% guaranteed; in fact, the chances are about a little over 40%. So after the procedure the two worried, hoped luck would find them and they’d be able to start their own little family.

* A couple weeks after the procedure, Jaehee was manning the coffee shop whilst MC took a break back home to come take over the evening shift later on. It was a quiet day, not many people in the shop save for a few of their regulars and a couple friends, their cat Cocoa who’d now become the cafe’s mascot strolling around like she owned the place.

* Everything was peaceful...until MC came running, the bells over the front door jingling manically as she slammed it open and ran to the counter Jaehee had been standing at.

* MC panted, leaned on the counter to catch her breath as Jaehee fretted over her, a million worst-case-scenarios running through her brain.

* “MC? What-what’s wrong, what happene-”

* Before she could speak MC lifted her head, a huge grin on her face. “Jaehee. Baby we did it! We’re pregnant!”

* Jaehee was, for the first time in forever, at a loss for words, her lips slack, her hands dropping to her side as her brain short-wired. “We-we are? You took a test? You?”

* MC nodded along to Jaehee’s line of half-questioning half-realising, laughing as tears welled up in Jaehee’s eyes. She ran across the counter to MC, meeting her half-way into a crushing hug as they laughed and cried together.

* “We’ll have a baby” Jaehee whispered into the crook of MC’s neck, the wetness of her tears pooling into the cusp of skin.

* “Yeah. Yeah we will Jae” MC nodded along, stroking soothing circles into Jaehee’s back.

* They were lost in their own little world...before the sound of clapping brought them back to the present.

* Of course the few customers in the shop had heard and seen everything, and both their regulars and their friends were eagerly cheering them on, some even whistling and yelling ‘congratulations’ at the two who were now a blushing mess.

* Even Cocoa the cat came by to meow at them, as if to say ‘eh, whatever, congrats I guess’ which was....probably the nicest thing this cat has ever done for them lmao

* And that’s the story of how their coffee shop had now become famous for the ‘super mom duo’ that runs it hehe

JUMIN:

* If you think this man wouldn’t get emotional over finding out he’ll be a father you’re a) WRONG b) REALLY WRONG and c) GOTTA PLAY HIS ROUTE ALL OVER AGAIN

* Will he be scared? YES! He’ll be stressed, but listen-it’s probably not for the reasons you’re thinking.

* When MC announces her pregnancy to him, it’s not over a candle-lit dinner or whilst lounging on the couch. Nah, this man is observant af, especially when it comes to the person he loves.

* He noticed her coming home with a pharmacy bag after work and frowned, instantly wondering what its contents were.

* “MC, you seemed in perfect health today, is something wrong? Should I call a doctor?”

* MC was quick to reassure him that no, she was fine, but was hesitant when explaining that her period was running late, worried how he’ll take the news-sure, they were married, but they never really explicitly discussed the potential of having kids and a family, she didn’t know how Jumin would react to it.

* “I see” he nodded, “You did seem worried, I was hoping you’d eventually talk to me about it. So you’re taking a pregnancy test? If it’s alright with you, can I wait outside for you to tell me the results?”

* If anyone else were to hear the conversation, it might seem like Jumin was cold, distant even. But MC could tell the little incantations in his voice, how his eyes gleamed, his mouth twitching at the corners-he was hesitant, yes, but also excited. And to be honest...so was she.

* So Jumin waited, his arms folded and foot tapping anxiously on the floor as he leaned on the wall right next to the bathroom door, holding his breath until he heard the door open, seeing the little stick MC held in her hands, how her shoulders shook as she looked down at it.

* “W-what does it say?” he asked, fearful of looking down at the test himself-he doubts he’d be able to understand it even if he did.

* “It’s-it’s positive. Jumin it’s-if this is right then I’m pregnant” she looked up to him, eyes welling up with tears. Jumin sighed, unable to contain a smile from forming on his own lips as he wiped away MC’s tears, holding her face in his palms.

* “We’ll book an appointment with a gynecologist first thing tomorrow, but if it’s true then...MC, I’m happy. I truly am.” He said, knocking his forehead with hers.

* She let go of the test, put her hands around his back, feeling the soft shake of his body as he took in the new information. It was a shock to them both, but together, they’d be able to prepare for it. However...

* “Jumin...? Are you truly happy?”

* He leaned back, smiling down at her. “If I were the same person I was before I met you-before I fell in love with you...I wouldn’t be. Then again, I never would’ve been in this predicament if that were the case, but regardless, back then I would’ve worried that the woman coming to me with a child of mine would seek out only money and fame, not to give the child the love and nurturing it needs to grow up well and safe.”

* He let his eyes flutter shut, opened them again as he looked on, shakily bringing a hand down to MC’s abdomen.

* “With you....with you I know it’s a child that’ll grow up loved, cared for. We’ll raise them together, and they’ll get to grow up as a child, not as a tool. That’s...that’s all I want for our child. To grow up loved, happy.”

* So...yeah. He’ll be scared, and boy oh boy the first time MC gives him his child to hold he’ll be so scared but also so happy I think it’ll be the first time Jumin Han will cry with joy, but overall? He’ll be one dang great father

SEVEN/LUCIEL/SAEYOUNG:

* Let’s assume that this all happens well after he finds his brother and leaves the agency-he’s still a hacker, but a ‘white hacker’ or whatever it is they’re called, often-times collaborating with C&R to strengthen their online security, doing hacking tests e.t.c.

* He’s in a good place, his bond with Saeran is slowly improving, and his love for MC is constantly growing, so the two have had the time to talk about their plans for the future, about what they want and the relative timelines.

* Saeyoung always wanted a family-that much we’re all aware of. But...he never expected he’d be allowed to have one. Now that he’s given the opportunity to start anew he’s excited, but also terrified, waiting for something bad to come right round the corner and take it all away. So to now become a father...he’s not sure how well he’ll handle that responsibility.

* Well, he shares these fears one late night with MC, which...makes it all the harder for her to tell him when the tell-tale signs come up. When her period’s late, when it’s completely gone for one, then two months. When she feels sick in the mornings, nauseous and bloated, why she makes excuses for her odd behavior much to Saeyoung’s dismay.

* In fact, it’s actually Saeran that notices what’s up, quickly putting two and two together since he’s not the one MC is actively trying to avoid.

* He confronted her about it, and she broke down, explained it all to him, how she’s done more than a few pharmacy tests to confirm her suspicion and they all came back positive, what Saeyoung had told her and why she feels terrified of telling him the truth.

* And Saeran...well, he’s dumbfounded.

* “You...are you really that stupid?” he asks, brows raised. MC can’t help it-even though she was crying whilst speaking to him, her tears stop at the sudden proclamation and she looks up at him wide-eyed.

* “Listen, I know my brother’s an air-head and all, but do you really think that little of him? That he wouldn’t be over the fucking moon if you told him he’s gonna become a dad?”

* Well......talk about perfect timing, who happened to come back home and walk into the living room at the perfect moment to hear this very last bit of the conversation?

* Yup of course Saeyoung stood there, his keys dropped to the floor as he stared at his twin and his girlfriend, confusion and shock evident on his face.

* None of them spoke for a long moment whilst Saeyoung composed his thoughts.

* Then, with perfect calamity he simply took a deep breath, let his eyes fall shut. “Saeran, can you leave for a bit? I need to speak with MC.”

* Saeran merely nodded, throwing an apologetic look MC’s way before heading out the door, the loud thud alerting MC and Saeyoung to the fact that they were now the only two people in the house.

* The silence was deafening, constricting MC’s lungs like a monster’s tentacles around a shipwreck.

* “Sae-listen, I’m sorry, I should’ve told you sooner, I didn’t know how to and I-”

* She didn’t get to finish her words. Saeyoung held a palm up, motioning for her to stop. “How far along are you?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, breaths raspy and shaky.

* “...about 8 weeks now” she admitted.

* Saeyoung took a step closer to her, crumpled onto his knees as he wrapped his hands across her belly.

* “I’m-I’m going to be a dad” he whispered, mainly to himself, a declaration to make himself believe it, “and all I’ve done so far is make you worry-MC, I’m so sorry. I should’ve never, never made you feel like there was anything you couldn’t talk to me about. I’m-I’m worried. I’m terrified but I’m so happy-so, so happy” he mumbled the last words into the fabric of her shirt, hiding his tears on her body.

* MC wrapped her arms around her, stroked his hair as he cried. They eventually found themselves laying side by side on the carpet like a pair of teens wasted at a house party, holding hands as they stared up at the ceeling.

* “...Do you think they’ll be twins?” Saeyoung joked, relishing in the small huff of laughter elicited from MC.

* “I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle another pair of twins in this household” MC teased back, “that’s like...quadruple the amount of pranks” she shrugged.

* They stared at the peels on the paint, content in the silence before Saeyoung propped himself up on his elbows, turning to his side so he could rest a hand on MC’s abdomen.

* “Think it-they-whatever, think our child can hear me?” he asked, trying his best to hide the creeping blush blooming up his neck.

* MC hummed. “I’m not sure”, she admitted, “but I think you should try and speak to them regardless.”

* Saeyoung nodded, taking a moment to compose himself. “Hey baby. Or babies. Or whoever it is in there” he laughed, “um, this-this is your dad. Don’t confuse me with your uncle, otherwise I’ll be super sad okay?!” He rolled his eyes as MC’s belly shook with laughter, waiting for her to calm down before he continued.

* “Listen...I’ve always dreamed of being a dad, and of having a big happy family. I’d tell my brother-that’s your uncle, I’d tell him every day when we were young that when we grow up we’ll live together in a biig house, and we’ll have a toy factory together, and I’ll have a direct line to Santa Claus so I could help him provide gifts to all the kids in the world-and that I’d have my own big family, and that my kids would always get any toy they want, and if that toy didn’t exist, then I’d make it for them. And...and I’ll do that for you too. So if there’s anything you want, start thinking about it, and I’ll make it for you. Anything.”

* He smiled, stroked his thumb across MC’s belly. “I need you to know I love your mom very very much. If she wasn’t here, I don’t think I’d ever be able to dream of having a family and being a dad again. So...so you should know she’s an amazing person, and that I’ll forever be grateful she stumbled into my life, and that she chose me out of everyone else out there.”

* He looked to MC, leaned back down to knock his forehead across hers.

* “Thank you”, he whispered, “thank you for the best gift I could’ve ever asked for”.

V/JIHYUN:

* This happened after the two had adopted Lucy. Their daughter was a bundle of joy, an angel that brought so much happiness to their daily life, that Jihyun could barely even remember the horrors of his past.

* Even if he were to ocassionaly have a nightmare or remember a horrible memory, MC would be there to hold his hand, or Lucy would be there with her big smile and tight hugs, the two chasing all the bad things away.

* Lucy was also equally happy, absoloutely adoring her parents and her uncles and aunt of the RFA-there was only one tiiiny complaint she had...

* “Mommy, daddy? Can I have a baby brother or sister to play with? Pleaaase?” she’d ask, sweetly blinking those big blue eyes of hers as if she was asking for a new toy or a candy, ignoring the awkward looks her parents shared trying to think of how to explain to her that they can’t just...bring a baby sibling to her on demand.

* This led to an awkward talk of the different ways babies come into a family; from the belly into the world, and then into the arms of a loving mom and dad, be it biological or not. Luckily, Lucy never seemed upset about being adopted; the two always worried wether it was right to tell her from such an early age, but Jihyun prided honesty above all else, so the two decided to ease her into the topic, making sure to shower her with love and affection so she’d know that how she came to be their daughter didn’t matter to them at all-they were just happy to have her in their lives.

* But lo and behold; her wish really did come true.

* One day Jihyun and Lucy were in the back garden playing with watercolours, making the white t-shirts they were both wearing a swirling mixtrue of colours. As Jihyun came back inside to wash up, he found MC in their bedrooms’ bathroom, holding something in one hand, the other covering her mouth as if in shock.

* “MC...? What’s wrong, is everything alright?”

* She turned to him, eyes teared up which only added to his worry as he looked down to her hands, finally noticing the stick she was holding.

* Slowly, he put two and two together, his brows raising. “You-this is....are you..?”

* MC nodded, biting her lip as Jihyun gasped, laughed, a quiet huff at first before he burst into a full laughter, tears welling at his eyes as he gripped MC by the waist and swirled her around, holding her tight.

* Lucy walked into their bedroom at that very moment, peering in curiously at the commotion. “I wanna lift too! Me too!” she giggled, running to her dad with her arms extended.

* Gleefully Jihyun picked her up, bringing both her and MC close for a family group hug.

* “Lucy, honey, you said you wanted a baby brother or sister right?” MC asked, stroking her daughter’s hair as Jihyun held her up to their eye level. Lucy nodded furiously, her cheeks red, eyes gleaming.

* “Do you still want one now?” MC continued, biting her lip to stop from smiling. Lucy nodded again. “Yes!! Yes, I do, I want one! And I want to help them drink their milk and put them to bed when they have bad dreams. And when they grow up we’ll play together all the time!” she beamed, Jihyun hiding his grin into her hair as MC nodded along to her daughter’s words.

* “Well baby, you’ll get a sibling soon. Mommy has a baby right here” Jihyun explained, bringing a hand to touch MC’s abdomen, “and when they’re born you’ll be a big sister!”

* Lucy was in awe, staring at her mom’s belly like it was made of gold. “There’s a baby in there?!” she pointed, looking incredulously to her parents.

* Jihyun nodded, gently leaning down to let Lucy back on the ground. “They’re still very very small”, MC began to explain, “but as they grow you’ll even be able to feel them kick and move”.

* Suffice to say, everyone in their little family was thrilled at the news. Jihyun was worried, ever a worry-rat even when Lucy was a baby, but Lucy was already preparing to be a big sister, insisting on coming along with her parents at every doctor’s visit, asking the doctors a dozen questions each time.

* As the baby grew and MC’s pregnancy got heavier, she could see the worry plaguing Jihyun, a concern he refused to voice. But MC was no fool-she could tell what it is he was thinking.

* “You know”, she told him one night, as she rested her hands on her growing baby bump, “I wish they’ll have your eyes-that gentle gaze of yours, it’ll be really nice if they inherit it from you.”

* Jihyun sighed at her words, turning on his side to bring a hand over her belly. “I don’t...MC, you know what I fear. I don’t want them to be anything like me I don’t-I don’t want them to go through anything remotely similar to what I did, to be anything like me, like I was, like I still am if I stop trying to change-I want them to have a good life. Them and Lucy..I want them to be happy.”

* MC pouted, gripping Jihyun’s hand, interlacing it with hers. “What you went through didn’t happen because of who you were, only because of the circumstances you were put under. You’re kind-hearted, self-less, caring and gentle, and yes, you put others above yourself and are quick to carry all the burden even when there’s others around you willing to lessen the load. But none of those are bad qualities Jihyun. And improving yourself isn’t a goal-directed process, it’s an open-ended journey. I hope our kids grow up to be like you.”

* Suffice to say, Jihyun was floored. MC had read him like a book, and he knew that, even if he initially didn’t want to admit it. Eventually he laughed, shaking his head. “I love you, you know that?”

* MC rolled her eyes.

* “I sure hope so”, she teased.

I went a ~little~ overboard with these but listen I’ve been doing ObGyn work for nearly a month now so it had to serve as inspiration somehow hehe

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your boyfriend is...(II)| s.m

part 1 here

I had received requests for a part two of this fic which happens to be the most loved one so far so here you go! I hope you like it!

He sees white.

There’s white sand, he thinks it’s sand, and curtains billowing over it. He sees a large wooden cabana, steps leading up to it, the steps are white, the pillars are white. He hears the sound of water somewhere.

Turning around, he sees waves crashing into the sand, can water be white? The sunset is almost as beautiful as the day he saw her the first time, splatters of pink and violet and orange. The sky is the only pop of colour he thought he needed.

There’s a carpet leading up to the cabana, white, of course, and large vases lined along it, there are white flowers - petunia, daisy, wisteria, large streams of flowers hanging from the ceiling of the cabana. He sees his friends dressed in white suits, his dad in a white tux, too and he smiles thinking of how perfect it all looks. His mother stands with her mother, both wearing white flowers in their hair, it looks beautiful on them. A hand touches his back, and he knows it’s her.

He turns around to take her in his arms, he could look at her forever. Glowing, flushed and smiling up at him. He leans down to kiss her but she pulls away, “Wake up, baby.”

“Huh?”

“Wake up, Shawn it’s 9 and you have to be in the studio in an hour.”

He sees white again, but this time it’s the comforter wrapped around him, it’s her silk dress shirt and the headband she chose for the day, it’s her laptop case she is currently packing away and the large photo frame behind her, holding a photo of theirs.

“What?”

“Wow, you did sleep well, huh? It’s Tuesday, babe you need to be at the studio at 10 and you asked me to wake you up before I leave.”

He checks for the rings on her hands, just the set of gold bands she always wore. Huh. She must’ve taken off the ones he gave her.

“I don’t know what time I’ll be back today so please don’t forget your keys, actually you know what I’ll just,” she links his house keys with his car keys, “there, now you won’t forget it.”

Pleased with herself she walks over to him again, she kisses him lightly on the cheek, mindful of the deep marsala shade of lipstick she is wearing, “I love you, have the best day at work,” she pulls away smiling.

“Babe, where’s your ring?”

She looks at him in confusion - “What ring?”

“You know, the ring?”

She looks down at her hands in confusion - what ring? Oh, wait, he’s probably asking about my mom’s ring, she thinks to herself. What a thoughtful boy.

“Oh, that’s tucked away in our closet, don’t worry. I gotta leave now, bye bubs!”

And she’s gone. It looked like a flash of white, his mind still hazy. Was it because he got high before sleeping last night? That couldn’t be it, right?

He sighs while moving sluggishly to sit up, rubbing his eyes and willing the sleep to go away. He slept for over 10 hours and still felt exhausted, it worried him to think about what it would be like when he they actually get down to planning the wedding - god forbid that coincides with planning for his tour. How would he do it all? It seemed impossible, he should’ve proposed a long, long time ago, should’ve done it as soon as the last tour got over, no wait he should have proposed in the middle of his tour, and got married as soon as tour got over. Then they would already be married right now and she would wear the ring all the time. He’s just stupid thats all he is, really.

He pulls himself over the side of the bed, laying his feet into the plush white, faux fur carpet she insisted on getting when they moved in. The carpet was one of the better decisions she had made and he silently thanked her each time he walked over it. We should have carpets like this at the wedding.

In no time he was carried away with thoughts about the wedding again, the location, the invitations, her outfits, his outfits, the honeymoon, but the dull vibrations of his phone on the nightstand pulled him to reality. It was her.

“Hi baby”

“Did you shower yet?”

“…No.”

“You are going to be so late, please go shower, please.”

She acted like such a wife already. The wife of his dreamiest dreams. “Yes ma’am,” he grinned into the phone, getting out of bed and heading to their en suite.

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He pulls himself up to the door after yet another strenuous day at the studio. He had to FaceTime his label executives in New York and LA, scheduling meetings for the coming week and still having to figure a way to finish the day’s task list. He unlocks the door and steps inside, a dull headache working its way in. Shawn toes his shoes off and lightly kicks them in line with hers to make them look neat and finally walks into their living room.

She’s cuddled into the blanket they thew over the couch for times when they needed a binge watch, her hair pulled into a loose braid and glasses perched on her nose. She notices him walk in slowly, pulls the blanket off herself, getting covered by him instead. Smiling to herself she pulls the blanket over both of them again, her hands weaving through his curls softly, aware of how many times he must’ve tugged and ran his hands through it during the day.

“How was it today?” She asks, careful of how soft she spoke.

He mumbles something along the lines of being tired and getting 3 songs finished and having ideas for a few more. He moves on top of her, turning his head and adjusting himself so he could face outwards, lightly taking in her post shower scent. Vanilla and roses. Roses remind him of the floral arrangement for their wedding again. He figures he should let her decide this bit.

“What do you think about wisteria and white roses for the wedding?” He mumbles, she only gets the names of the flowers, nothing else.

“As flowers? I think they’re great! There’s dinner in the kitchen, I can heat it up if you want.”

“I’m thinking of lots and lots of wisteria, what an underrated plant…”

“baby did you smoke up again? I hope you didn’t drive in this condition.”

“No I didn’t, why’d you ask that?” He’s so sleepy he can barely get the words out but she hears him, shushes him because if he gets worked up now he won’t be falling asleep anytime soon.

“Okay I’m sorry, but do you want food right now though? Or do you want to wake up in the middle of the night again when you’re hungry?”

“Cocoa.”

“What?”

“I want cocoa.”

“It’s kinda hot to be drinking cocoa, bud.”

“Turn up the cooling then, and please make me some cocoa, I love you.”

She had to bite back a laugh. Sleepy Shawn wasn’t too far off from Drunk Shawn except when he was sleepy he liked the quiet, and when he was drunk he absolutely needed to scream everything, all wide eyed and overly gesticulative. She had her fair share of experience with both, and asking for hot chocolate the way her mum makes it was basically code for exhaustion like he hadn’t felt in a while. She slowly picked both of them up from the comforts of the couch and led him into the kitchen. She welcomed the feeling of cold marble under her feet, like she said it was summer and her snacks usually included ice creams and popsicles these days.

He sat himself by the kitchen island, propping his head on his hands and watching her putter around putting together his favourite drink, her body nearly working on out pilot when she mixed the cocoa powder and brown sugar, he’s convinced she could make it with her eyes closed.

“baby,” he called out, still just as soft, he didn’t have the energy for anything more than a whisper now. She hummed in response, not paying much mind, because he often called out to her out of habit, not purpose.

“Listen, please,” he pouted because she hadn’t turned around to see him yet.

“I’m listening, baby.”

“We should have cocoa at the wedding.”

“What?”

“I said, we should ha-”

“No, I heard you but hot chocolate isn’t exactly a wedding drink, I’ve never had it at a wedding?”

“Who cares about others? It could be our wedding drink.”

She felt a spark of heat starting in her chest and working towards her cheeks. Our wedding? She loved how casually he spoke about their future, like it wasn’t something he had to give too much of a thought to - it’s just a thing that’s meant to happen. She silently crushed some pieces of chocolate onto both their mugs as a topping, they weren’t the biggest fans of cream of any sort in their drinks and thought of how she would never want them to change, and how there’s no one else she’d rather make cocoa for at midnight on a Thursday.

He was the purest person she had had the pleasure of knowing in her life, barely any malice and a heart full of respect and love for anyone that came across him. It hadn’t been easy, loving him, she’d been burned before and who’s to say he wouldn’t do the same to her? But now that she thought of the years they’d spent together and the moments they created in this very house and multiple places across the world, she wouldn’t mind being burned again if it meant she still got to keep him. Forgiveness didn’t come easy but with him it came like second nature.

She turned around to place both their mugs on the island letting out a silent laugh at the image of her very tall, very lanky boyfriend passed out on the platform, head supported by both his arms. She wished the album would wrap up soon, the creative process had really taken a toll on him and he looked more and more worn out everyday. As much as it was his job, it was her job to look out for him too.

Softly running her hand over his hunched back on her way out, she picked up his phone from where they it on the couch. Swiping it open, she pulled up his group chat with the writers and producers he was currently working with, shooting them a text that he wasn’t feeling too well and they should hold off recording for the next 2 days.

Feeling accomplished, she looked back at where he was now snoring on the counter, she thought of if and when he would choose to slow down his career if they wished to be married. Maybe it was too early for her to be thinking so, hell, they hadn’t even proposed to each other yet. And if and when a wedding successfully goes through, they would still have a whole life ahead of themselves to plan things. To date, he’d gone above and beyond to make sure she was alright with the pace at which he was moving, and where they stood as a couple and just making sure that she was okay, and she knew for sure that he would continue doing the same for as long as they were together, it’s just a part of who he was, especially around her.

She walked over to him, gently prodding him awake and watching him chug down the hot chocolate like his life depended on it. She smiled the whole time they went back to their room and finished their night routines and snuggled up in bed. If this was what the rest of her life looked like, she wouldn’t even mind running at the same pace as him.

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He has a Pinterest board dedicated to their wedding. They’re nearing the end of his fourth studio album fast, and each time they take a break he is glued to his phone and Saving and Moodboarding things for the ceremony. Teddy warned him that if he asked her to pick between an arched altar and a slightly more arched altar, she would leak his album. It’s not her fault they all look the same no matter how much he wanted to fight her on it.

He’s currently swiping through decor options for their afterparty when he sees it. He’s not sure what a dress is doing in the middle of photos of rounded tables and helium balloons but he swears his mouth goes dry thinking of her in that dress. It’s a vision in gold, intricate embroidery on the sleeveless bustier, two tuck lines running down the front and a cinched waist that flairs out into the most beautiful ball gown he’s seen till date. And he’s seen a lot of them, he has a board to show for it.

He takes a screenshot and sends it to her.

From Shawn: Hi, I hope you’re having a good day at work so far, I saw this dress and I think it’d be perfect for the afterparty (attachment: 1 image)

Halfway across the city, she was on her break at work, deep in conversation with Tiffany, yes Shawn’s stylist Tiffany, about outfit choices for the GRAMMYs in the coming few days. Shawn wasn’t performing this year, so it wasn’t as stressful of a time as it would’ve otherwise been. She had shortlisted 2 outfits with Tiff earlier, now wondering if she even needed 2. Tiffany said she’d need an hour or so to figure how she could layer her evening gown and then use the same for the afterparty, she hated having to go back and change even if Shawn wanted to.

She was about to resume work when a notification lit up her phone. Reading Shawn’s texts, she paused in confusion, wondering why he was sending her dress recommendations when she was already talking to Tiffany. Tapping on the link anyway, she is led to an ethereal gown, the kind that she’s convinced only exist online and not in real life. She may have even let out a blissed out sigh, the aesthetic experience running sparks through her heart and mind, imagining herself in a dress so god sent, but where would she wear it?

The realisation cuts her supply of serotonin real quick, reminding her that absolutely no occasion she had been invited to thus far was worth an outfit like that.

To Shawn: Hi baby, I miss your face, only 4 hours till I see you!

very pretty dress. where would I wear it?

Meanwhile he’d returned to piecing random chords on his guitar together. Shawn perked up to see her reply. He quickly held his pick between his lips, picking his phone up to text back.

From Shawn: afterparty??

also

4 hours 2 go. . see u soon

* see you at home

❤️

Why would she wear something so good to a GRAMMY afterparty? Like yes, don’t get her wrong, they’re important and all, but just like Bong Joon-Ho believed the Oscars were very local, she thought the GRAMMYs had limited taste when it came to artists. Yes, the world would be watching, and this would be her first ever appearance with him as his girlfriend but she didn’t want to stress herself over how she looked or acted. The show hadn’t awarded her man’s album with the recognition it deserved, she hadn’t forgotten. And so, she was treating the GRAMMYs like no big deal, just a slightly big deal.

She wanted the night to be about him. Even if it would be their first time on a red carpet together, she would not be stealing his spotlight in any way, thank you very much. And if that meant rejecting this gorgeous gown that would make her look like a bronzed angel that descended straight from heaven, then so be it.

She looked around her office, people returning to their desks from all over, lunch time coming to a close and her time to get back to work coming closer, she needed to tell him why the dress was not happening when Tiffany finally texts her back.

Dress is sorted. Sending you photos once I put it together, found a way to only give you one outfit for the night :)

The smile growing across her face should be worrying, really. She messages a quick thank you, you’re the best, Tiff!!! before opening up her chat with Shawn.

Afterparty dress is taken care of bubs, nothing to worry xx

See you at home 😘

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When Shawn calls her giddy and breathless, she drops all her work immediately.

The album, baby it’s done! We just cut the final- yeah it’s my girlfriend hold on- baby we just cut the final song I needed and it’s over just - no we’ll all go out in a few days, yeah? I just really need to be home with her tonight, thanks man, yeah so I was saying, it’s done I’m wrapping up and I’m coming home, jaan. I love you.

Her good credit in her company allowed her to immediately intercom her boss and say there’s a family emergency, nothing too serious but she needed to head home right away. On the way she picks up whatever she can remember she needs for their meal, a bottle of Cliquot, Rosé, of course, a few slices of his favourite cheesecake and a bouquet of fresh flowers - a colourful mixture Carnations and Lillies and she smiles just thinking about a bouquet so similar given to her when he asked her to be his.

It’s not until she’s back to the house does she realise that he passed up on drinks with his music friends (yes she does still call them that) for an immediate post album celebration and chose to spend the night in with her. God, could he get anymore perfect. Tonight felt like the night, the night, and if she did manage to pull through with the plan she put together in the short 20 minute drive, it would definitely be a night to remember.

Entering their home she gets to work quickly, setting the flowers up on their dining table and stowing away the champagne and cheesecake in the refrigerator to cool down. She doesn’t know exactly how much time she has till he gets home, and the dish she felt most prepared to make was Pesto Chicken, having the side dishes in mind already, and body working on auto pilot from there on.

While her meal bakes in the oven she brings out the fine China, determined to make the real thing look and feel as perfect as the image in her mind. Once the table is set up she moves around the couches in the living room for when they will inevitably end up there to watch something, anything, to end their night, or continue their night, if you know what I mean.

As she’s fluffing out her blanket next to his, the lights running low and candles lit all over the place, he unlocks the door to let himself in. The smell of a slow roast hits him before anything else, his eyes running over the place to see her as soon as they could.

She hears him come in before she sees him, hears the sound of his keys jingling and the soft pad of him taking his trainers off. She whips around and practically flies across the room into his arms. He’s more prepared, though, immediately swinging her up and spinning her around laughing freely as she squealed incoherence into his neck. Once he hoisted her up and round his waist he finally grabbed her face to kiss her like she deserved. She hummed into his mouth, wrapping herself around him tighter and finally getting a taste of what she missed these last few days. He smelled like cinnamon and tasted like happiness and love and warmth and she couldn’t seem to get enough.

In a bit he sets her back on her feet but refuses to pull away from her. She’s giggling against his lips about dinner and a celebration and he’s never felt more loved. He does still manage to keep her in place and kiss her a bit longer, though, and she lets him because it’s what he deserves.

When she asks why he did not go out with the boys tonight he just shrugs. She offers for him to meet them wherever they are after dinner he just says no again. When she asks why, he says the album they just finished was about her and he needed to spend this night with his muse because it was the only thing that felt right. She was too giddy to bother arguing back.

She’s already set the table, ready to bring out the food when he shyly asks her if they can go change into their pyjamas. When she says yes and is about to run up to their room to change, he further asks if they can sit on their living room floor instead of their dining table. A small voice in her head reminds her of the time they made out on his living room floor the first time she came over and got drunk. Nothing else had happened that night, and he initially refused to even kiss her for fear of taking advantage of their sobriety or the lack thereof but she convinced him that it would be compensation. In retrospect, she’s thankful that they didn’t take things further because that was definitely a night to remember, the memory still makes her blush.

When he goes to freshen up in their washroom, she’s changing into her fluffiest pair of pyjamas and an old t-shirt of his. Her pyjamas thankfully came with pockets, and she quickly went over to her vanity and stuffed a tiny packet in. She’d had it for nearly two months now, but tonight was it.

When they go back down and stuff their faces with chicken, the best in all of North America, babe, as he says, she keeps looking over at him. He finally looks relaxed after months, he’d been frustrated trying to write new songs on the road and when he thought he had things figured out, he jumped straight into the studio to bring them to life. Essentially, he hadn’t given himself a break, which had led to a fight between the two of them. She’d been patient and tried to talk things out so as to not resort to a screaming match, but he refused to listen. Probably the Leo in him.

The most she could convince him to do was be home before 1 AM. His girlfriend imposed a curfew on him, and he darn well follow it if he still wanted to have a girlfriend.

Seeing him eat his meal while happily chatting about his day, she kept thinking of how perfect her life felt at the minute. When they popped champagne and he insisted they drink straight from the bottle, she thought of the few flaws of his she’d learned over the years and how she could bear to romanticise them if it meant she got to keep him forever. She couldn’t think of anyone else she’d rather be sat with on her living room floor, tipsy off the bubbly and munching on fresh cheesecake, stealing kisses in between. It felt right.

He looked away from her to check his phone, text his friends back and she sets her phone on the closest console table to record the moment. Crawling back to him, she takes his fork and plate out of his hands and he smirks thinking she’s about to have the first round of the night right there.

“Starting already, then?” He mumbles as he leans in to kiss up her neck when she scoffs and pushes him away lightly. “chill, horndog, I need to talk to you about something.”

He immediately straightens up, bracing himself for whatever is about to come. She runs her hand through his hair while his eyes cross the length of the room, knowing she sometimes needs a minute to collect her thoughts. When she inhales sharply, he knows she’s ready.

He turns towards her so she knows she has his full attention, their hands intertwined and hanging between them. She purses her lips, sends a prayer up to God and begins.

“So um, the first time we spoke, I thought you were the dreamiest boy I’d ever seen. Um, I still think you are.” His heart warms at her being nervous, knowing she doesn’t have to be around him and tries to ignore the heat in his face.

“See, we didn’t really know each other did we? So whatever little image I had of yours in my head was based on small talk and your devastatingly good lo- stop smiling, your below average looks, and how you desperately failed at trying to hit on me, but it it was only a matter of time till we got talking more often when you went away for tour - and I think I really appreciate it sometimes that your tours, like, no matter how long or short they are, they give us a chance to talk, you know?”

He’s not sure where this is going. The confusion is visible on his face but she keeps going. It’ll all be worth it. “Other couples don’t get to have that, Shawn. I know they’re always with each other and I know we’d both appreciate more time together when we’re physically together but being away from you makes me… introspect. It makes me want to learn things about you, it makes me want to know you because there’s never enough things to know about you, and the more I know, the more I love.” She moves closer now, cupping his cheeks and he leans into her hands, still confused as ever but letting her take what she needs from him.

“After you came back from your first full length tour after we got together, I wrote in my journal that I would never take my time with you for granted.” His heart fluttered a little, writing in her journal meant making promises to herself, and she never went back on them. He’d never read any of her journals, he was nosy, yes, but not invasive. He wouldn’t break her trust like that. He also knew she wrote about him, he’d seen her peaking at him while writing, thinking he wouldn’t notice, but he did, he always did.

“I’d never really had a serious relationship with anyone before you, you knew that. I mean, I just didn’t think I was special enough to hold someone down, or have my person, it just wasn’t plausible, right? And you know how Khalid said I never had someone to call my own, that was me pretty much my whole life, but then you swooped in with your guitar and you wanted to take me to all your favourite places and make me meet your friends and then you wanted to meet mine and by our third month together you started writing songs about me and I couldn’t believe that someone would want to write a song about me you know? Cause like I’m just me? But you did, a-”

“That was a lie.”

“What?”

“I didn’t write about you for the first time in our third month. I only told you that because I didn’t want to come off too strong, we were still pretty new to each other. But the first song I ever wrote about you was after our first date. Well, I started writing it after our first date but it was completed after you so painfully rejected me after the second one. I moped for a week straight, babe, you were pretty heartless.”

She doesn’t speak for a second, she doesn’t know what to say, really. Her speech that she prepared for this occasion was pretty self derogatory, she realised. And now he was throwing her off kilter, making her forget the script in mind. “You wrote a song about me after the first time you took me out?”

“Yeah,” he said resting his hand by her neck now and running his thumb over her cheek. His gaze grew softer, “And now I’ve written two whole albums about you. But they don’t feel enough. I don’t think they ever will be, honestly. I could write a thousand songs about you and they wouldn’t do you justice. I love you more than anything, I think I always have.”

And all of a sudden, she’s forgotten everything she wanted to say. She always did think she got lucky with him, she had a loving, caring boyfriend who respected her wishes no matter what and worked hard come hell or high water to make himself better at his art. She thought about how she was a part of his art, she thought about the one time he said that each time she proved to be his muse, the result was somewhat a tribute to their love. How fortunate could they be to have each other? And now, looking at him in the softest sleep shirt he had, a little loopy because of the champagne after a long day of working hard, there’s so much she wants to say. But the words don’t make themselves known, instead she blurts out - “Marry me.”

He smiles lightly, “Okay.”

“No for real, hold on,” she holds his shoulder to lean up, then steadies herself on one knee, pulling out the Carbon Fibre ring that had her heart since the first time she saw it, a solid black with two thin gold lines weaving around it. Her hand is held up between the two of them so he can see the ring, “Shawn Mendes, will you make me the happiest girl in the world, and marry me?”

Holy shit. He hasn’t proposed.

It finally pieces together in his head. In this midst of finishing the album and planning the next step for his music, he’d forgotten to propose to her. But he swears he remembers doing it - or was it all in his head? He rushes to stand up mumbling no no no to himself and her eyes follow follow him around, her hand lowering as the fear of the worst takes over. No?

At once his head looks upwards, where their room is, and he runs off. She can’t quite grasp what just happened. She flips the ring over in her hand, finding the tiny engraving of their initials on the inside of the 22K band, thinking of the day she was so happy to have found it, and how it was probably for nothing now. Why would he say no?

They’d talked about marriage so openly, he was the one who kept bringing it up - so why run away now? Was he not ready? Or had he changed his mind? Was it too soon? Or too late? Did he not want marriage anymore? She felt tears sting her eyes - did he not want her anymore? That wasn’t possible was it? He literally just told her he loved her - or did he not actually mean it? Why would he say it if he didn’t mean it? Did this mean they were over now?

She looked over to where she had propped up her phone earlier, the video still recording. She had plans of adding this clip into her next video, after their trip to the Portugal next month. She had wanted to record her proposal instead she may have just recorded their breakup, now that would get her some views, huh?

Upstairs, Shawn let out an aha! finally finding the small velvet box that he had stored away carefully - so carefully that he needed to empty out half his drawer to find it again. He bounded down the stairs, screaming BABY THIS WAS WHAT I WAS FORGETTING only to find her kneeling on the floor right where he left her. She looked small and sad, stray tears finding their way down her cheeks.

“Baby w-what’s wrong?”

She didn’t notice the velvet box in his hand till he kneeled down in front of her. “I thought you said no… I thought you didn’t want this - what’s that, Shawn?”

He claps a hand over his forehead, frustrated with himself for upsetting her so much and so quick. “I just happen to be stupid, babe, I’m sorry, I forgot to propose.” Then he’s flipping open the box, throwing it back to let it land somewhere on the carpet after having taken the diamond ring out. It’s the exact width she likes, the exact cut she likes, and it is so beautiful.

“How do you forget-”

“But! I am doing it now! I may be stupid but you’re the one who chose to stick by me so that makes two of us! Please marry me?”

“I asked you first.”

“God, yes that’s all I ever wanted, yes yes - a thousand times, love,” he rushes to kiss her, and she smiles into it again, pulling away and slipping the ring onto his finger.

He’s the one who’s teary eyed now, a wet smile growing bigger and bigger. “It’s so beautiful, doll, I love you.” She kisses him again, once, twice, she would’ve done more but he pulls away again. “Okay, your turn now - what’s the answer?”

“Hmm… I don’t know I mean you did forget to propose after all…” he stares at her for a second before saying humming and attacking her with tickles. She squeals out falling to the floor in a fit of giggles, trying and failing to fight him off. “Not gonna stop till you say yes, doll.”

He’s laughing, too, clearly enjoying her misery. He hears her let out a breathy little yes while he’s still running his fingers up her sides. “What’s that? Did you hear something? Because I didn’t!”

“Yes, sheesh YES I WILL MARRY YOU, SHAWN! Please stop!” He pulls her up, quickly slipping on the ring and gathering her in his arms, burying his face into her neck, finally crying out freely. Everything felt complete, finally, he couldn’t wait to start this new stage of his life with her. He was going to be a married man soon, nobody pinch him.

“Wait,” she speaks, pushing him away a bit so she can see his face, “Is this why you kept talking about the wedding? You were talking about our wedding this whole time?”

“Yes, I know I get it I’m forgetful! I guess, I was so caught up in what was happening and what I wanted that I mixed the two.” He sighs, a little hazy after the sharp turn of events in the night. “Wow, I wish we had recorded this, I can’t believe you thought I said no to you, baby who do you think I am?”

“Already one step ahead of you - say hi to the camera!” She grins, pointing to her phone next to them. He lets out an of course you would and she only laughs in response and he decides that he needs to hear that for the rest of the life if possible. He looks into the camera and sees an image of them both looking like a hot mess, kneeling in the middle of their living room, faces flushed and eyes bright because of the cry fest that just took place.

“Hi guys, we’re engaged!” And she lets out a yelp showing off her hand to the screen. “Shawn Mendes isn’t my boyfriend anymore, he’s my fiancé! There should be a new filter!”

“Wait, does this mean we get cocoa at our wedding now?”

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taglist: @shawnwyr @mendesstories @lanallaa @sleepybesson @rulerofnocountry @luvluvxx @wholesomemendes

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thewritingstar · 4 years

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@tigerfire54 Hey, got the most chaotic idea ever! Gruvia has been betting on a baby ice mage or water mage but nine months later they found out babyGruvia had a mutation in his gene and is a firemage! (I'm still wheezing elp)

Ahhhh I’ve missed writing Gruvia!!!!! Okay here we go! Family fluff with no angst because apparently last Gruvia fic was too much lol :)

Tag list: @shellielyzabeth @be-dazzled @tigerfire54 @nostalgicxslumber

Enjoy!

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It came as no surprise when Juvia found out she was pregnant. The random sickness she had for weeks was driving her insane and the amount of cuddles she demanded from her husband even had her questioning her own sanity.

“Babe you sure you’re okay?” Gray had asked after they finished dinner. She didn’t eat much and rather set her eyes on him, what can she say, she married a handsome man.

“Juvia is fine-“ she thought sickness was only for the mornings and rushed to the bathroom.

That night they sat on the floor of the bathroom as the test laid between them.

They were silent at first, not knowing what was to come but Grays hand took hers and the tears that feel from his eyes were from pure joy.

“We are gonna be parents.” He said with a smile and she joined him with flushed cheeks as she stared at the symbol of their future.

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“You know they are gonna take on our magic.” Gray had said as he rubbed her shoulders. It had been a couple of months since they had found out and her bump had grown with the time.

“Juvia hopes they have ice magic.”

He kissed the side of her neck with a laugh. “Of course you do. Well I think another water mage would be perfect.”

“Perhaps they will learn both.” Juvia smiled.

“Maybe.”

Gray imagined a little girl or boy running around. Small snowflakes bursting from their palms or a rainstorm coming down with every cry.

Either way the magic the baby would have or learn would come from them.

But they were wrong, so very wrong.

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The labor came in the passing months and after screaming, yelling and Grays hand being crushed but was not allowed to complain because his poor wife’s body was being ruined at the scene, they welcomed their daughter.

“Oh she has your eyes Gray.” Lucy cooed at the newborn. “And the blue hair, she’s beautiful.”

She was. The newest highlight of the Fullbuster family was here. Juvia never thought that she could love someone more than her husband and yet she would give the entire universe just to see her little baby girl smile.

The bets were placed on what magic she would take too. By the time she was walking, her parents showed her some tricks.

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She was five when it had happened. She came running into the door, a smile brighter than the sun as she stood in front of her parents.

“I did it!” Silver cried. “I did magic.”

Her father swept her off her feet into the air just as Juvia was walking in behind her, an unreadable expression on her face.

“Well Ice Cube.” He set her down. “Let’s see.” He sat on the couch and Juvia went to his side. “Oh babe this is it. Have you been teaching her water magic?” He asked and she gave him a soft smile.

“Juvia took Silver to train by the river and she did in fact learn magic.”

“You don’t sound too happy.”

Juvia looked at Gray and took his hand. “Juvia loves her baby no matter what and she expects Gray-sama to do so as well.”

He furrowed his brows. “Juvia I am going to love and be proud of her no matter what.”

“You promise?” She narrowed her eyes and he gulped.

“Um yes? I love our little girl.”

Juvia smiled. “Juvia knows, she was just checking. Okay Silver darling, daddy’s ready.” She clasped her hands together.

“Wait.” Gray said. “Shouldn’t we do this outside?”

“No!” Silver shouted. “I can do it here.”

Their daughter stood in the living room and nodded. She spread her feet apart a little but like she was preparing for battle and held her fists out.

“Juvia.” He said looking at her stance. “Water and Ice magic isn’t close combat.”

“Be quiet Gray-sama!” She shushed him.

Silver closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She whispered something to herself but nothing happened.

“Honey don’t forget magic is all about confidence. Get loud like you were taught.”

“Yes mama.” She took another deep breath before opening and closing her palms.

The words that let her lips made his blood turn cold.

“FIRE FLAME!” She yelled as blue flames erupted from her palms ina dazzling spark. They died within seconds and she dusted her palms on her pants. “Did you see that dad!” She jumped.

He nodded with a smile. “That’s very impressive Ice Cube. Why don’t you go get ready and we can go down to the guild.”

Silver beamed and ran towards her room. “Maybe Uncle Natsu will show me more!”

Gray turned with a worried look on his face.

“Juvia.”

“Yes?”

“Our daughter can not be a fire mage!” He whisper shouted.

“She might be and we as her parents will accept it.”

“Juvia.” He ran a hand through his hair. “We can’t help her if she’s in trouble or needs assistance. We would have to ask dumb ass flame bucket.”

Juvia gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Well it’s not too late to train her with ice. Maybe she can learn both.” She hummed.

Gray pouted. “I guess. But I would have rather had a baby who knew water magic too.”

“Darling you know that my magic is born not taught. Plus she seems to really enjoy the flames.”

Gray grumbled something. “I know but it sucks. I can’t believe I let him teach her.”

Juvia stood to grab her purse and Gray followed. “Juvia knows how you feel but imagine her surpassing him as the goal. A mage born into water and ice beating out the other elements.”

A small smile came to his face. “Yeah I guess so. I’ll teach her ice too and she will become an unstoppable force.”

The footsteps of Silver came into the room as she dropped to the floor to place her shoes on. “Daddy I wanna be able to do fire and ice!” She said as she had heard the previous statement.

He picked her up and ruffled her hair. “Of course you can Ice Cube. You can learn anything.”

“And maybe our next child will be of water.” Juvia chimmed in and Gray snapped his head towards hers.

“Next?” He asked breathlessly and she nodded.

He kissed the top of her head and smiled. “We are not letting our next child near Natsu”

“Oh absolutely not.” She laughed.

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Short and sweet. Hope you enjoyed and look...no angst :)

#gruvia #fairy tail #juvia loxar #gray fullbuster #fairytail #gray x juvia #thewritingstar #gruvia fic

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twilight-love-nochu · 4 years

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iKon reaction to their s/o not getting jealous

A/N: this is my first reaction so I hope it is t too bad hehe

JAY (Kim Jinhwan)

You not getting jealous would be a blow to Jinhwan’s ego. So he would start to (half heartedly) flirt back to get some sort of reaction out of him. You on the other hand caught on to what he was trying to do quite quickly and, amused, you would act as if you didn’t notice the flirting making him frustrated.

“Hey!” He would call, making you smirk. “Yes? What’s up?” You batted your eyes sweetly. “What’s up? Are you telling me you didn’t notice the waitress flirting with me?” He would ask obviously annoyed which would just make you giggle “of course I noticed” “And you didn’t do anything because???” “Because you have been may boyfriend for 3 years and I know that if you wanted someone else you would have been long gone.” You’d answer him, making him blush at his foolishness. “You could have still done something” he would mumble in a pout.

SONG (Song Yunhyeong)

I think Yunheong would just be in awe for having found someone like you. He knew that you not being jealous didn’t mean that you didn’t care but simply that you trusted him and that you knew that he would never do anything that would risk you leaving him.

“Babe, are you okay?” He’d ask at first, thinking you were just bottling it up.

“Yes, why are you asking that out of a sudden?” you’d chuckle.

“Oh it’s just, that fan was getting really close to me earlier and you didn’t say anything about it.”

“Well, as you just said, she’s a fan. You’re her idol so it’s normal that she’s want to hug you. I mean meeting you doesn’t happen everyday. And anyway she didn’t really try to get in between us.” You’d shrug. Yunheong would be so glad that you were so understanding and supporting of his job.

“I’m so happy I found myself someone as understanding as you. I love you Y/N.” He’d day and kiss your forehead softly.

BOBBY ( Kim Jiwon)

Bobby would be relieved. He knew that he would never cheat. It wasn’t his fault if women flirted with him and he never flirted back. He also did not want to deal with a jealous s/o for the rest of his life.

“You’re not mad about what just happened?” He’d question your behavior warily.

“Nope, you didn’t flirt back so why should I?” At first, he would not believe that you weren’t jealous, but when he‘d realize that you were serious he‘d be the happiest baby boy.

“Baby, you know it’s good that you’re not the jealous type. Would have had to throw you away otherwise.” He’d say playfully making you hit his shoulder with a pout.

DK (Kim Donghyuk)

DK would fall even more in love with you if it’s even possible. It would make it clear to him that you were the one that he wanted to marry. After that, he wouldn’t be able to stop imagining his future with you.

“You’re mit worried about her hitting on me?” He’d ask you.

“Nope. You don’t fail to show me that you love me everyday, so I trust that you would never let anyone come between us.” The boy would start grinning immensely at your reply.

“You can’t even imagine how much I love you Y/N. Promise you’ll be with me forever.”

JU-NE ( Koo Junhoe)

June would be a bit confused at first as to why you didn’t react when that girl started obviously flirting with him.

After he politely turned her down, you would continue your date as if nothing happened but Junhoe would keep pondering in his head about why you didn’t act jealous. It’s not like he thought that you didn’t care enough about him, he was just curious as to why you weren’t worried about other girls hitting on him. After a while, he decided to just ask you.

“I just remind myself that at the end of the day, I’ll be the one in your bed and not her.” You’d shrug. Your words would make him blush and shush you so that the other people in the cafe didn’t hear you.

CHAN (Jung Chanwoo)

Like Bobby, Chanwoo would be relieved but for different reasons. I think Chanwoo wouldn’t have known what to do if you got jealous so you just speared him the awkwardness.

“What’s up with you? You have been acting weird ever since earlier.” You’d ask you boyfriend who had been suspiciously silent and nice to you ever since you came back from the mall where you ran into an old friend of his.

“O-oh it’s just... my friend was being a little bit touchy and I don’t want you to think there’s something going on between us.” You’d swoon at his worry.

“Don’t worry babe, I trust you.” You simply said.

“So you’re really not jealous?” He’d ask you a bit nervous to which you shook your head. “Oh thank God, I don’t know what I would have done if you made a scene or got mad at me.” You could literally see the relieve flow into him which made you giggle.

#kpop reaction #kpop scenarios #ikon #ikon reactions #ikon jinhwan #ikon jay #ikon jiwon #ikon bobby #ikon song #ikon yunhyeong #ikon ju ne #ikon junhoe #ikon dk #ikon donghyuk #ikon chanwoo #ikon bi #ikon hanbin

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gingerwritess · 5 years

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Loki owns every single ounce of soul and my body radiates an overwhelming amount of uwu energy every time I see him it’s unhealthy. In other words, i wanna marry him oeriodt

good news babe, now you can ;)

here it is folks, the wedding of you and Loki.

it’s just the ceremony, i might do something about a reception later and will definitely be doing some honeymoon stuff !! but for now…here’s a very long piece about your wedding! ENJOY.

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Loki Laufeyson is not a simple man.

Hell, he’s barely a man.

Everything concerning Loki is complicated; his past, his present, his future, his heritage, his family, his species, his abilities, his ambitions, his reasoning…

The list goes on.

You knew this. You know this, and yet here you are, stepping out from behind an oak tree, giggling and barefoot and arm in arm with your best friend, coming to greet him at the alter.

Nothing has ever been simple. Not when you met him and you each tried your respective times to kill each other, not when he spent a couple years convincing himself he hated you and that’s why you were in his head all the time, not when he had to somehow win your trust.

It’s been complicated. Complicated fights, complicated dates, complicated forgiveness.

A complicated wedding, too, which is why you’d agreed to just have a tiny little wedding in an Asgardian forest, miles out from the border, with barely ten people invited to attend.

The bigger ceremony can happen later. Right now, with the setting sun glowing off Loki’s pale skin, all that matters is making him yours.

It’s surprisingly simple, actually. Loki’s surprised. A couple chairs were set up in a little clearing of trees, shrouded by the oak branches with only a few rays of evening sunlight seeping through, and a walkway of smooth stones had been laid as a kind of alter.

No giant centrepieces to decide on, no music to choose, no kingdoms you have to invite so they don’t get offended, no sacrificial goat to find. Tonight, all you have to worry about is that Thor doesn’t cry too much while he officiates, thus setting the wedding back an hour.

And that you don’t completely lose your shit.

He looks so good.

You’ve never seen Loki looking so…so relaxed, so casual, so sure of himself. He looks confident, for once, genuinely confident in what he’s doing—or about to do.

On the inside, though, he’s a wreck. A nervous, giddy wreck, positive that you’re going to turn on your heel and run away, going to look once at him and find him disgusting, just as you should have since the moment he fell for you, just as you did the moment you met.

His hands shake and he shoves them in his pockets, swallowing hard when you step out from behind the tree.

Your friend insisted on that—“you still need a grand entrance, I wanna see if he cries”—and since there’s only an archway of tree branches tied together with fairy lights for you to walk through, the tree trunk will have to do as a cover.

You’re just as nervous as Loki, if you’re being completely honest. Just…marrying him.

This is kind of a big deal.

A little bit life changing, really, and when you think back to all that had to happen to get you to this point, the nervousness just multiples.

But, the smile that paints your face is in every way childish. Ridden by giggles, a nervous, anxious, excited mess of emotions and then you see him, waiting for you, and the space between you seems infinite and nonexistent at the same time.

Loki’s breath catches.

A sniffle is heard from the make-shift alter—not from the groom. Thor rubs his eyes and stands up straighter, trying his absolute hardest not to pull his brother into a bone-crushing hug.

Loki looks different.

Different than when you first met him. His hair is different, a little longer, cleaner, not so messy and untamed, tied half-up with a couple braids hidden in his almost curls. The thin gold cuffs at the ends of each braid glint in the sun when he moves.

He’s not covered in blood and rubble like he was when you met him, either. He’s not so pale, not so thin, so gaunt, and his eyes are much closer to green than blue when you meet his gaze and give him an excited, scrunched-up little smile.

Loki smiles back and that’s when it hits him: his eyes are swimming in seconds and he chews his lip, casting his gaze to the trees above and praying the tears don’t fall.

Things like this…don’t happen to Loki Laufeyson.

He doesn’t get the girl, doesn’t get to have a beautiful wife. An intimate, beautiful wedding is just something he dreamt of as a child, something that helped him fall asleep, just like that immature dream of having someone to hold close every night, lured to sleep by their warmth.

A few steps closer, he has to swipe a hurried hand over his cheek, and you bite back another excited laugh—there. You got him to cry.

You never thought you’d be the person to make someone cry tears of joy on their wedding day, much less someone who cries so beautifully.

This isn’t the first time you’ve seen Loki cry, but it’s definitely your favourite.

Your hands meet before you’ve even noticed covering the distance. The coldness of his skin is normal now, for whatever the reason you’ve stopped caring, and you wind your fingers through his and grin at his teary face before turning to Thor.

“Hey,” Thor chokes out with a smile, “are you two ready?”

You nod, Loki wonders if no is even an option.

He’s not ready at all, because as soon as this starts, it’ll be over, and this beautiful little ceremony is an end he doesn’t want to face. He’s not done marvelling at you, his soon-to-be wife, he hasn’t fully memorised what you look like this evening, he isn’t ready to let it end and lose this dreamlike trance where no past can intrude.

But Thor starts talking anyways, interrupted by an occasional sniff, and Loki’s left grasping at the moment.

He hasn’t even gotten to look at you, to truly ingrain your image in his mind, so as Thor begins to recite the service he’s read over time after time again, Loki’s gaze turns to you and everything else seems to fall silent.

Blue.

He’d expected green, to be completely honest, you know what you do to him when you wear his colour, but you’d surprised him with the pale blue dress.

A wonderful decision he could never thank you enough for.

You’re…a dream. You could be a light elf, with the way the setting sun beams down on you, but no, actually, no light elf could even come close to comparing with your beauty.

The dress floats over you, thin straps keeping it secured over your shoulders, that pale blue fabric softer than silk when his hand slips helplessly to the small of your back.

You’re real, solid flesh and bone under his hand. Breathing, living, a bouquet of white roses and sparse, leafy twigs in one hand, the other finding its way to his back and rubbing soothing little circles.

He’s staring and doesn’t plan on stopping. You catch his eye and send him a comforting wink.

It’s a simple dress, nothing to distract from the wearer. His gaze travels the length of it, from your bare feet to the thin gold chains around your ankles, to the smile dusting your lips, to the crown of olive branches and tiny white flowers his brother just placed on your head.

You nudge him in the side.

“Hm?”

Your crown, you mouth, nodding at Thor. You okay?

Shaking himself out of his daze, Loki blinks and looks back at Thor.

“…sorry. Where are we?”

“I’m crowning you,” Thor whispers, holding up the other crown of olive leaves and flowers, the connecting satin ribbon tugging on yours as he does. “Remember? ‘With these crowns, your power becomes shared, and with these crowns, your rule becomes one, to grow only in unity and to prosper as—’”

“Alright, yes, yes, I remember.”

You bite back a laugh as Loki runs an exasperated hand over his face, then bows his head to allow Thor to place the other crown over his head.

“Hey, sunshine,” you whisper when you duck your head as well, taking his hand between the two of you. “Are you okay?”

“Never better.” He squeezes your hand, a sideways smile flashing your way. “You look beautiful.”

“So do you,” you laugh quietly. “Now shush, this is important.”

“No, it’s not.” He knows he’s not necessarily supposed to touch you more than just holding your hand, but he strokes the backs of his fingers along your cheek anyways, smiling softly at you. “It’s not.”

“Shh.”

With a teasing roll of his eyes he turns his gaze back to the ground, hand dropping from your cheek back to hold your hand tightly between the two of you.

You do look beautiful in blue. Absolutely breathtaking, jaw dropping, stunning.

The longer he stands there, slowly forgetting who he is and focusing on who he’s going to become for you, the more he wishes he had told you his only secret.

Half of him thinks you might already know about his true heritage—the blue dress, the fact that you don’t ask why he’s so cold anymore. But…if you knew, you wouldn’t be standing next to him today, marrying him.

He wishes he had told you from the beginning.

“No good marriages begin with secrets.”

Frigga was an absolute hypocrite for telling him that, but that doesn’t make it any less true.

He’ll tell you soon. He knows he will, or, honestly, he might just bury that monstrous part of himself so deep that you never have to know. It wouldn’t be living a lie if he forgets it’s part of his truth, right?

“I will.”

Damn it, he missed it.

“Wait—no, can you repeat that part?” He quickly blinks back to reality, cursing himself for being so consumed in his thoughts that he’s missing his actual wedding. “Sorry, sorry.”

Thor gives a knowing smile. “Of course. Will you have this man to be your wedded husband, to have and to hold, to cherish and honour, to treasure and love until death do you part?”

“I will,” you repeat, the grin evident in your voice. “I will.”

Loki swallows thickly, eyes burning. You accepted him again. To have him, to keep him, to love him and allow him to be your husband.

People don’t…want him, Loki knows that.

Not his birth parents, not even his adoptive parents, not your world nor his own, everywhere he’s gone has rejected him. No one wants Loki.

You, though, seemed to have skipped right over wanting him and decided to love him.

Husband.

He likes the title more than he ever liked prince, and much more than he ever liked king.

“And will you, Loki, have this woman to be your wedded wife, to have and to hold, to cherish and honour, to treasure and love until death do you part?”

A couple birds chirp overhead.

“Loki?”

His eyes have glazed over, dewy skin glowing in the rays of sunlight, a strand of hair fluttering over his face every time the wind blows.

“Loki.” You nudge him in the arm, an amused smile playing at your lips. “Can you answer him? I’d really like to kiss you already.”

He chokes out a laugh at that, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his hand, sheepishly trying to get a hold of himself. “Of course I will,” he laughs, looking up at the trees and letting out a long breath. “I will.”

Beaming at him, you give his hand another reassuring squeeze and nudge him again.

“I will,” he whispers once more, staring at you. “For all eternity.”

Ohhhh goodness.

Why does his softness make your heart ache like this, how did he become so gentle??

“Hurry up and finish,” you laugh to Thor, heart pounding. “I’m not gonna last much longer, he’s…god, he’s just…hurry.”

Loki’s heart sinks a little, he can’t help it. This is nice, standing here with you, his brother bringing you together, your closest friends and family sharing the moment. It’s nice and warm, and Loki feels surrounded by a strange sense of home, for once.

Don’t hurry. He closes his eyes to focus in on the feeling of your hand in his. Don’t hurry, don’t end this moment.

Warm skin, soft skin, gentle fingers. Only one ring on your ring finger so far, bringing him back to reality right as Thor hands him the small box holding the rings.

He lets out a shaky breath and you turn to him—this time, it’s your breath that catches.

You hadn’t quite fully taken in all of…him.

Loki smiles, turning to face you and holding out the rings in an open palm. “Shall we?”

“Wait,” you breathe, clutching his ring in a tight fist. “Give me a second, I-I need to memorise how…perfect my life is right now.”

His heart twists as you look around, an uncontrollable smile growing over your face as you take in the little clearing amidst the trees, the sun rays cutting through their canopies, the couple people watching, until your gaze lands back on Loki.

Your eyes burn as you look at him, your husband, with his anxious little shrug of did I do alright? in his navy trousers and loose white shirt, top buttons undone and sleeves rolled to his elbows; a perfectly informal ensemble to hoist a middle finger to the attire the other wedding wanted him to wear.

He looks comfortable here. A little nervous, maybe, a little anxious and kind of like he’s worried you’ll run away any second, but it’s an endearing, comfortable look.

“Perfect,” you whisper again, smile damp with tears, and you grab his left hand. “Perfect, okay, let’s finish this, I can’t wait anymore…”

The ring slips easily onto his ring finger, somehow still warm against his skin, the gold band glinting in the remaining sunlight as he looks at it.

There. He grins, that little gold ring changing everything.

He’s yours.

Loki Laufeyson belongs to someone.

Someone who actually wants him, someone who loves him.

Taking your left hand in his, his eyes flit up to meet your grin as he brings it to his lips; a royal gesture for the only queen he’ll ever know. He guides the wedding ring onto your finger, caressing your hand with a gentleness you remember knowing he didn’t possess when you met.

His slender fingers close around your hand, cool as always and promising to never let you go.

Breathe.

Once he moves his hand, you look at the ring, shining against your skin—oh god…now you belong to someone, too.

And it’s someone who wants you, and—

“No,” Loki whispers, shaking you out of your thoughts, “I love you.”

Damn, you were doing so good with not crying.

Your husband—yeah, let’s say that again, your husband—starts chuckling, that beautiful rolling laughter cutting right over Thor’s recitations and prayers.

Hand in hand under the trees, Loki laughs, you try to stop the tears rolling down your grinning cheeks, and Thor skips over a few lines, his own laughter starting to cut through the recitations.

He’s speeding up the ceremony, clearly, mumbling through probably important prayers and vows, but you figure that’s probably best—if it lasts any longer, you’re going to combust.

Your husband’s lips seem to be in need of a good kissing.

Finally, finally, after what felt like an eternity of not being able to wrap your husband in your arms, Thor closes his giant old ceremonial book with a snap.

You glance at Loki, then to Thor.

The two arguably strongest men you know, and both of them have tears pooling in their beautiful eyes.

“Thank you,” Thor whispers, laying his hand over you and Loki’s entwined hands and giving them both a reassuring squeeze. “Thank you for letting me be a part of this, brother.”

Loki just nods, bottom lip disappearing between his teeth in an attempt to keep the tears from falling.

“Never doubt—” his voice cracks. “—th-that I love you.”

“I won’t.”

You can’t help but grin at them, the two brothers in their rare moments of softness, when all the warrior-guises, murky bloodlines, and pressures over a throne have worn away.

It’s…refreshing.

And to Loki, more than he ever could have hoped for.

“Alright,” Thor laughs, rubbing his damp eyes with two fingers. “Enough of that. You have a wife to tend to, brother, I’ve made you wait long enough.”

Loki’s hand tightens around yours and he catches your eye, an inevitable smile spreading over his face at the sight of you.

“I pronounce you husband and wife,” Thor announces, smiling broadly. “Now get on with it and kiss.”

It takes barely a single second before you’re dipped backwards, Loki’s arm around your waist as the other trails up to cradle your cheek, kissing you with the fervour of a man starved.

Kissing you like it’s the last thing in his life that he’ll ever, ever do, kissing you as if he just got to make you his and his alone.

Like he’s yours.

People have warned you about Loki’s “possessiveness.”

But right here, right now, with your fingers tangled in his hair, gently tugging to keep him from completely frenching you in front of his brother and your couple friends and family, you know you were right; he was never really a possessive lover.

He’s terrified, and you know this. Not possessive, just scared. And if any possession is playing a part in your relationship—no, marriage…

It’ll be the fact that Loki gets to consider himself officially, undeniably, forever yours.

See, Loki never needed a second chance.

You weren’t his redemption story, weren’t the kind one who “gave him a chance.”

You just…love the right parts of him.

It’s a beautiful thing, really.

To see someone grow from a pure, innocent child into a tortured soul who’s been beaten by the universe, convinced they have no place in this life, then to transform into the person of your dreams?

It’s simple.

Just find the bit of love that everyone holds somewhere in them, no matter how deeply buried it might be, and love that part of them until someday, they can love it, too.

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solarwriting · 5 years

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Remember Me *b.h*

Pairing: Romantic!Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Word Count: +1.8k

Warnings: Death and major spoilers for stranger things 3

Requests: I combined two because they kind of fit.

“Hii can you do a Billy Hargrove imagine where the reader (hoppers niece) is trying to protect El from billy so she tries to talk to him like telling him memories they had together to wake bill up basically?” from @versaceismehoe

and

“write an imagine where y/n watches billy die in season 3 and they are both dating. instead of max crying into Eleven, have her cry into the reader and maybe they just hold each other and cry..??”

A/N: I wrote half of this on my phone and I’ve been writing this off and on since 7 pm and it is now almost 5 am

also the gif doesn’t really fit with the story but he looks good in it so i’m using it

MAJOR STRANGER THINGS SEASON THREE SPOILERS

He had El and she looked so helpless. He laid her limp body on the floor of Starcourt. “Leave her alone!” Y/N screamed at Billy, moving quickly to stand between him and El, “El get back!”

Everyone had started throwing firecrackers at the Mind Flayer, it weakened Him and Billy and Y/N knew this was her chance.

“Billy, I know you’re in there. Please wake up, I need you to wake up. I need you.“ She begged.

"Remember when you asked me out? And our first date?”

School had just ended and Starcourt Mall was brand new, Y/N got a job at Burger King. Billy had been going in to the restaurant everyday for a few weeks. He’d flirt with Y/N, testing the waters before asking her out on a proper date.

“Hey, when do you get off?” He asked her out of the blue one day.

“Oh, in about an hour. Why?” She asked, confused.

“I’ll be right out front ready to pick you up for our date, okay?"

She blinked, "Okay. See you in an hour.” She agreed as he grinned and walked out of the fast food joint, a smirk plastered on his face.

After an hour passed, Y/N’s shift ended and she collected her purse and exited the eatery. As he promised, Billy was in front near the doors. He leaned against the walls the smirk returning to the spot on his face when he saw her walking towards him.

“What exactly does this date entail?” She asked when she was closer to Billy.

His smirk only grew in size, “Whatever you want."

She quirked her brow and stepped closer, "Whatever I want?”

He nodded.

“Let’s go to the movies then. We can go to Back to the Future, there’s a showing in five minutes.”

Billy furrowed his brow, “But that movie seems so boring.”

It was her turn to smirk again, “Exactly.”

It was safe to say the two didn’t spend a lot of time watching the movie.

“Hey,” Y/N pulled herself away from Billy’s lips and spoke with ragged breaths, “after this,” Billy moved down to her neck pressing his lips to one spot, “we should get ice cream."

Billy detached himself from the girl’s neck and chuckled, "Whatever you want."

She smiled before pressing her lips to his again, "I swear to god if I have a hickey I’m gonna kill you.”

“Is that right?” He whispered, smirking yet again. Y/N grinned and nodded, “That’s right."

He sighed, “Wanna get that ice cream now?” She nodded before getting up grabbing her purse and Billy’s hand leading him to the theater’s exit.

Y/N giggled as she drug him to the Scoops Ahoy ice cream shop, him having to deal with Steve would be pretty funny. Over the last couple months Billy started to change, it wasn’t very drastic but after awhile, if you paid close attention, you could notice the small changes. Like him being more respectful towards Max and her friends. He also got a job of his own, he was growing up in a way.

People who noticed wondered why, all the girls who usually got all of his attention were cast aside. They questioned his sanity. Why was he ignoring every girl and being less of an asshole than before? What happened?

Y/N L/N is what happened. He saw her and knew he wanted her, and he always got what he wanted. He began flirting with her at school that spring but she was proving to be more of a challenge than his usual conquests. She flat out told him she didn’t date assholes and that he was, in fact, an asshole.

He was shocked by her bluntness but he also appreciated it so he began changing his ways. Now if he was aware he was changing or not, no one knows.

Now at the ice cream joint Y/N placed her order with Robin, a nice girl she didn’t really know, and Billy paid.

“This was nice.” Y/N said as she sat on the passenger seat of Billy’s car, “We should do it again sometime.”

She leaned into him and pressed her lips to his sweetly, none of the hunger from their previous kisses evident. Her hands made her way to the back of his neck, pulling him as close as she could with their position in the car. His hand cupped her cheek, his thumb drawing a small circle. She pulled away and smiled. She got out of his car, leaving him breathless.

“Pick me up tomorrow at three, whatever you want this time.” She called as she walked to her front door a sway in her hips. Billy was awestruck and definitely needed a plan for tomorrow.

“Don’t you remember, that. The movies and the ice cream?” She asked her vision blurring and her eyes stinging.

Y/N saw something flash in his eyes but it whatever it was quickly replaced itself with anger. Billy’s face contorted into pure rage and he stepped forward and grabbed her lower shoulders harsly.

“Billy, please! I love you! Do you remember when we said that for the first time?” She whimpered.

They had been hot and heavy for weeks, if they weren’t loitering at the others work they were at the mall or Y/N’s house because her parents were almost never home.

“Baby, can I ask you something?” Y/N finally asked one night as they were curled up on her couch watching TV in the family room, her parents gone on another business trip. Bill was lying half on his side, half on his back with Y/N lying partially on top of him, his hands on her lower shoulder, lightly drawing patterns with the tip of his finger. Their legs were knotted together and Billy had his head resting in the crook of Y/N’s neck where he’s press an occasional kiss that’d make her giggle.

Billy hummed into her skin, “You just did.”

She laughed, “I mean another question, besides that one.”

“Of course you can, babe.” He answered as he kissed her cheek, “What do you want to ask?” He wondered as continued to kiss her cheek, sometimes moving to her neck or shoulder.

“Well I was wondering if you would like to come with me to Washington this winter, my cousin is getting married and I get a plus one.” As soon as she mentioned Washington and wedding he froze.

“A,” He pauses and licks his lips, “wedding. You want me to go to a wedding,” another pause, “in Washington,” he pauses yet again, “with you?”

She slowly nod, unsure of how to gauge his reaction. “Billy?” She untangles herself from BIlly and jump up off the couch. “Do you want to go?” He’s silent.

“Please say something.” She whispers. He stays silent.

The silence lingers for a few more moments before her nerves get the best of her, “Say something! Please!” Tears started to prick her eyes.

“Why won’t you say anything?” She asks, quieter.

“Because this is insane! Why would you ask me to go with you to Washington? To a wedding!” He was standing at this point, pacing the living room in front of the now nervous girl, “Why would you want me to go all the way to Washington? Why do you want me near your family? Why me?”

Maybe it was because of the shouting, maybe it was because of how quickly the conversation escalated into a mini screaming match, maybe it was something in the air, maybe it was because this had been a long time coming, whatever it was the things that came out of Y/N’s mouth were the last thing he was expecting to hear.

“Because I love you, you idiot!” She yelled. Billy stopped pacing, waiting for a moment trying to figure out if he heard her correctly.

“You love me?” he asked quietly. Y/N nodded nervously but before she could say anything, Billy stepped closer to her grabbing her face and pulling her closer to him, slamming his lips into hers. After a moment of shock she reacted quickly, her hands shot up and grabbed whatever they could. Eventually they ended up in his hair, holding it in fistfuls.

Billy pulled away only for a moment to breath, foreheads touching before reattaching his lips to hers. Lips still connected he pushed her into a wall, his hands now on her hips, trailing upwards under her shirt his fingertips leaving a trail of fire as they moved along her skin.

He began pulling away, Y/N following a bit before disconnecting again. Chests heaving, faces flushed and lips swollen, Billy leaned his forehead onto hers. Breathing heavily, he smiled, “I love you too.”

She sobbed, “Don’t you remember? We’re in love. We have a wedding to go to this winter. You were happy. We were happy.” He remembered, he remembered everything. From the first time he saw her, to the first time they got in trouble for making out in the theater. He remembered it all.

Y/N took a cautious step towards Billy reaching out her hand. His eyes began to sting and his vision blurred, he was crying. He slowly stepped forward and nodded, “I remember.” He croaked out, his voice hoarse.

Y/N sniffled as she ran to hug him, throwing her arms around him and holding him as tightly as possible, “I love you, I love you so much.” She sobbed.

“I’m sorry,” He cried, “I’m sorry.”

Y/N shushed him comfortingly, “No, it’s okay. You’re okay now. We’re okay.”

The Mind Flayer stomped closer and closer before letting out a glass shattering screech before shooting a tentacle at El. Before it could even near El, Billy jumped in and grabbed the tentacle pushing it back, “NO!”

“Billy!” Max and Y/N shouted as more and more tentacles came at Billy, lodging themselves into his body. He was hanging limply when the final tentacle came making itself as sharp as possible before plunging into Billy’s chest before all of the tentacles retracted from his body and slithering away.

You moved quickly, ending up at Billy’s side in an instant, “I got you, I got you.”

“Billy?” Max walked up to him and knelt down next to you, Billy let out choked breaths, “Billy. Billy, Billy get up, please. Billy get up, please, please.” She sobbed.

“I’m sorry.” He choked out before letting out a final ragged breath before he just stopped. He stopped moving, breathing, thinking, remembering, loving. He was gone.

“Billy. Billy wake up. Billy, get up. Please, Billy..” Max sobbed as she shook his shoulders in vain. Y/n and El gently pulled her away from him, “It’s okay.” Y/N sobbed as she held the young teen, rubbing her back as she sobbed into her shoulder.

“It’s okay. It’s okay. It’s okay. It’s okay. It’s okay.”

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alwayschoosechocolate · 4 years

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Festival of hearts (jhs)

Genre: fluff, established relationship, pregnancy announcement

Paring: reader x Hoseok

Word count: 3500

You heard somewhere, that according to Scandinavian tradition, Christmas is the festival of hearts. Not that you were Scandinavian, but it sounded super cute and worked perfectly with how you wanted to break the news of the new life joining your little family soon. You had this all planned out...

Taglist: @spookidema @jessicarhb

A/N: Ah, the fluff is good today. I was finishing this at the airport yesterday and couldn’t help myself from giggling at how cute it is! I may have gotten a few looks - I hope you enjoy it as much as I did! <3 This is the fourth drabble, meaning we’re more than halfway through! What do you think so far?

If you want to be added to the tag list for this little advent calendar of drabbles, just let me know in the comments! Next drabble will be up on sunday! The schedule and themes of the stories can be found in the master post for the drabbles. My other stories and drabbles can be found in my masterlist

Sticking out your tongue in concentration, you followed the movement of the pen on the soft skin of your stomach through the mirror in front of you. Groaning in exasperation when the line ended up crooked once again, you threw your head back in frustration and was just about ready to scream.

Turns out drawing neatly is really fucking hard, when everything is inverted.

Taking a deep breath to calm your nerves, you reached for another wet wipe and started rubbing away the crooked heart on your stomach. The idea seemed so cute and simple. You had seen it on pinterest and immediately found it adorable. Drawing a heart on your stomach to symbolize the growing life inside of you. Cute right?

Well, you had gone a tad further and drawn a heart of above your own heart as well, which had come out great, but now you were struggling with the most important heart and it was driving you crazy. Who would have thought it would be so damn complicated?

Throwing a quick glance at the clock on the wall, you let out a little gasp. You were running out of time and Hoseok would be home soon. Picking up the pen again, you held your breath as your pressed the colored tip to your skin once again, drawing the outline of the heart a little to the left of your navel.

Tilting your head as you inspected it through the mirror, you deemed it good enough, before reaching for the red pen to color it in.

Just as you lifted the red pen from your skin, you heard the front door open.

“Babe, I’m home! And I brought food from that pasta place you’ve been talking about for days now.”

Squealing in excitement at both the prospect of food and of announcing your pregnancy to your husband, you quickly grabbed the pens from the dresser and stuck them in your back pocket, before fixing your top and throwing one of Hoseoks over-sized sweaters over your head and making your way downstairs to him.

Skipping down the stairs and into the kitchen, you failed to contain your giggle as the smell of that delicious eggplant pasta hit your nose and the sight of your husband came into view.

Turning around at the sound your thundering descent on the stairs, Hoseok lit up in a laugh as he saw the excited grin plastered on your face.

“Hi baby,” he laughed at you, only loosing his balance slightly when you threw yourself into his embrace – a habit you had acquired recently, and he was growing to love more each day. “You’re in a good mood today.”

“Yes,” you hummed as you tightened your hold on him and felt his arms holding you safely in place. “I am. A really good mood, actually.”

Pulling back to place a passionate kiss to his lips, you heard him whimper slightly when you pulled back to inspect the bags, he had placed on the kitchen counter.

“Woah, wait. That was quite the welcome,” he chuckled, absentmindedly reaching out for you, when you stepped towards the takeout bags. “Whatever’s gotten you in such a good mood, please tell me what it is, so I can make sure it happens more often.”

“Uh, be careful what you wish for,” you giggled playfully, as you roamed through the bags, feeling his hands slide up under your shirt and settle against your warm skin, his fingertips brushing against your stomach mere millimeters away from the heart you had drawn.

The thought of just pulling up your sweater and top to show him now briefly crossed your mind, but you wanted to make this special. And you had to admit, you kind of liked teasing him without him having any knowledge of what it was you were teasing him with.

“Oh? And why is that?”, he hummed against your neck as he worked his mouth against your skin, completely oblivious to how much his life would change in a little time.

“Ah-ah,” you chuckled, as you lifted one hand from the bags to touch the side of your nose. “Spoilers.”

“Oh, come on, y/n,” he half-whined, half-giggled against your skin. “You know I hate surprises.”

“And that’s a lie,” you snorted out in a laugh as you lifted the food containers out of the bag, hearing him chuckle behind you as well. “You love surprises. You just don’t like secrets.”

“Alright, fine. You got me. But will you just tell me? Please.”

Chuckling a bit under your breath, you couldn’t contain your giddy grin at how excited he would get when you told him. Sure, it wasn’t planned or anything, but you had talked about it several times and you both knew you wanted kids.

“Not yet, babe. I have this all planned out, you see,” you hummed, throwing him a wink over your shoulder.

“But I want to be happy together with you, jagi. Come on,” he whined with a pout, clinging even closer to your back and letting his head rest against the crock of your neck. “Don’t keep me out of your happiness!”

“God, you’re so dramatic. Why did I ever marry you?”, you laughed with an eye roll as you opened the cupboard over your head to fetch some plates for the food.

“Because you can’t keep away from drama and I support you with the absolute best drama of your life.”

Shaking you head with a grin, you turned around in his embrace to hand him the plates, finding him smirking at you with a wicked glint in his eyes.

“Is that right? Are we still talking about drama or are you hinting at something else, Jung?”, you asked, cocking an eye-brow at his shameless grin.

“Oh, I don’t know. You tell me.” Accepting the plates from you, he leaned down to place a short but telling kiss to the corner of your mouth. Shooting you a wink, before turning around to set the table, he left you gazing fondly after him as he moved around the table, taking small dance steps to the music playing in the background.

He was going to be an amazing father. You had always known this, but now that the future for sure entailed the two of you having a kid together, your head was suddenly filled with scenarios of him sleeping with your baby on his chest on the couch, you coming home to see him dancing around the kitchen with a black-haired laughing baby strapped to his chest. Him gazing at you fondly, while you rock your little lump of love to sleep.

“Y/n?”

Hoseoks giggled snapped you back to reality, a loving smile still clinging to your features as you locked eyes with your husband, his face mirroring your look of pure adoration. “You alright? You kinda zoned out there?”

“Yes, I’m perfect,” you grinned, picking up the food containers and carrying them to the table. Putting them down, you turned to press a kiss to his cheek, feeling his dimple appear against your lips when he smiled. “I am absolutely perfect.”

“I really need to know, what’s gotten you in such a good mood, babe,” he chuckled affectionately, pulling you closer by his sweatshirt and nuzzling his face in your hair. “I need to know how to make you smile like this, when you’re having a bad day.”

“And I will tell you,” you smiled, reaching up to run your hands through his hair, savoring the feeling of giddy excitement coupled with the comfortableness and safety of having your husband close enough for you to smell his cologne and feel the warmth emanating from his body. “After dinner.”

Chatting about the latest news on their new album and Hoseok and Jungkooks latest adventure out in the “real world” as they called their midnight shenanigans of sneaking into crowded areas in disguises to go to the movies, go shopping or just go to their favorite ramen place, dinner went by uneventfully, although you caught him throwing looks around the room every other second to check for clues on what it was you were going to tell him.

Finally deeming the suspense long enough, you put your fork down and crossed your arms on the table in front of you as you leaned over the table towards him, your excited smile back on your lips.

“Alright, so I want to tell you something.”

“Yes, finally! Here we go,” he cheered with an excited laugh, eyes lighting up in glee as he practically threw his own fork down on his plate, splattering the remaining sauce on the table around him.

“Okay,” you chuckled at his excitement. “I planned this out, so just… go with it okay?”

Rising from the table, you reached out for his hand and led him to the couch, signaling that he should sit down.

“Alright. What on earth are you planning? Is this going to be like that time you cuffed me to the bed and forgot that we had lost the key?”, he teased as he let you manhandle him to where you wanted him.

Snorting out a laugh at the memory, you placed a light smack on his arm.

“No, please just trust me, okay? Lift your arms,” you laughed, as you pulled his shirt over his head.

“I always trust you. I’m just saying. It has gotten me in some sticky situations before.”

Throwing you a wink as he allowed you to strip him, you rolled your eyes at his complaints as you gently pushed him back to a reclined position against the pillows.

“Oh, shut up, Jung. You have never hated any of those situations. Now, sit still, close your eyes and shush.” Throwing one leg over him and making yourself comfortable on his lap, you uncapped the pen and giggled in anticipation as you let it hover just above his skin. “Okay, this might tickle a bit, but just relaxed and keep your eyes closed. I promise it’s not permanent, okay?”

“Wait, what do you mean not permanent? Y/n, what are you doing?”, he shrieked in surprise when he felt the tip of the pen against his skin. “What is that?”

“Just relax, babe! I told you it’s not permanent,” you laughed in delight at how confused he was. “Please sit still. It will be much prettier that way.”

Despite his discomfort at not knowing what you were doing, he trusted you enough to keep his eyes closed while he felt the pen against his chest. Besides, he was way too curious to jeopardize you not telling him the secret if he peeped.

Sticking out your tongue in concentration as you drew the heart onto his chest, you bit down on your lip to keep from laughing at the small exclamations your husband was letting out in surprise.

“So you know how I watched that documentary on Christmas traditions around the world?”, you spoke, starting faze 2 of your plan as you kept drawing.

“Yeah?”

“Did you know, that in Denmark they refer to Christmas as the festival of hearts? And that way back when, before they celebrated Christmas in Scandinavia, they celebrated a thing called winter solstice on the night of the 21st of December?”, you asked, as you reached for the red pen to color in the heart.

“As much as I love listening to you ramble on about a new thing you learned, baby, I don’t really see the connection to what’s happening here?” Chuckling slightly at your habit of excitedly sharing any new information you’d obtained that day, he was way too excited to keep still, body twitching and mind too excited to rest. In an effort to calm at least his body while allowing you to carry out your plan, his hands found rest against your thighs, giving them a slight squeeze just to confirm to himself that you were still there.

“Shh, will you just listen?”, you laughed at him, grinning when you felt his hands on your thighs. Always so touchy. “So, solstice happens twice a year, once in summer and once in winter and they mark the longest and the shortest day of the year. So the winter solstice is the shortest day of the year and in some areas of Scandinavia that meant maybe only an hour of sun or maybe none at all. This night was seen as the most dangerous night of the year, because they believed that evil spirits roamed freely in the dark. So to protect themselves, the people build huge fires and stayed up all night, drinking and dancing to ward off the spirits. But since it was still believed to be a dangerous night, where you could be taken by the devil, many people saw this night as possibly their last, making them declare their love for each other, cherish family and friends and in general just appreciate all the good in their lives.”

As you leaned in to make sure the heart came out perfect, Hoseok shivered from the feeling of your breath against his chest coupled with the slight scratch of the pen, feeling the goosebumps forming across his skin.

You, however, were way too occupied with your plan to even consider how this could have any another effect on him, as you continued talking.

“So, even as Christianity took over in Scandinavia, the old traditions were impossible to just erase, you know? So instead, they became part of the Christian traditions. The feeling of fright at the dark days during Christmas was still very much part of the culture, but over the years it became more of this feeling of sharing your heart with the people around. Kinda like a seasonal YOLO,” you laughed, feeling the vibrations in his chest as he laughed along with you. “If you can’t open your heart on Christmas, when can you? That’s why they call it the festival of hearts.”

“As interesting as that story is, I still don’t see the relation to us?”

Pulling back to inspect your work, you gave a single nod of approval to yourself as you capped the pen and deposited it on the table next to the couch.

“Well, open your eyes, then I’ll explain,” you said with a satisfied smile.

Opening his eyes and looking down on his chest, he took in the heart you had drawn over his own beating one, quietly reaching up to run his fingers along the edge of it as he admired the contrast between his honey skin and the dark edges framing the red heart.

“I have one as well,” you smiled, pulling the sweatshirt over your head and leaving you in a simple tank top, which easily showed off your matching heart resting just below your collarbone. “You know, I love you, right?”

“Of course, I do. I love you too,” he spoke gently with a warm smile on his lips, as he reached up to let his fingertips trace your heart.

“I want you to know how thankful I am and how amazed I am to see how freely you open your heart to the world around you, sharing you love and joy with anyone who comes into contact with you. The messages of hope and happiness that you share through your music. The care and love you share with me and our family and friends. I still have moments, where I have trouble understanding how I got so lucky to have you in my life, but I am so thankful to the universe for putting you in my life,” you spoke, observing how his eyes flickered between the heart on your chest and your eyes as his fingers continued following its outline, and a blissful smile crept up on his face.

“The universe might have had something to do with it, but I would have rioted if it hadn’t placed you so close to my heart,” he hummed, as he flattened his hand against your heart, fingertips grazing your shoulder and his palm warm and heavy against your heartbeat. “I’m the lucky one in this relationship. Finding a person who understands me so well and supports me through a career as turbulent as mine. Sometimes I worry, that you’ll wake up one day and realized, I’m not worth it and leave me,” he admitted with a solemn smile, eyes heavy with emotion.

Gasping slightly at his confession, you reached up to laze your fingers through his against your heart, dipping your head down to reach his eyes as you gave him a comforting smile.

“I would never leave you. You’re the one I want to be with. Turbulent career and the amazing passionate man that comes with it,” you assured him, lighting up when his smile returned. “Listen. My heart has been yours for many years now and it will continue to be yours as long as you will have it. I wish I could give you more, but there is nothing left to give that isn’t already yours. But I can give you something else,” you grinned in giddy expectation, as you reached for the hem of your top and yanked it over your head, exposing the heart on your stomach.

When the heart came into view, Hoseok widened his eyes in wonder and hesitant realization, tentatively letting his hand fall from your chest to touch the matching heart on your tummy.

“Does this mean, what I think it means?”, he asked, eyes meeting yours in amazement and already shining in joy. “Are you pregnant?”

Laughing at yourself as tears of joy started to well up in your eyes, you nodded at his questions.

Eyes widening even more at your reaction, he straightened up and placed both hands on your stomach as if feeling for the heartbeat he knew hidden behind the blood-red drawing.

“Are you sure? Really? You’re really pregnant?”

“Yes, Hobi. Really, I took like four tests,” you laughed, rolling your eyes at his hesitance to believe you.

“You’re pregnant! You’re pregnant?”, he repeated again and again, needing you to assure him that it was really true. Giggling at him, you simply confirmed his question as many times as needed, seeing how the realization settled more and more in his eyes for each confirmation you gave him.

“You’re pregnant. I’m going to be a dad,” he whispered, looking at you with wide eyes. “And you’re going to be a mom. We’re going to be parents. Y/n, we’re gonna be Mom and Dad,” he choked out in a laugh, tears welling in his eyes as he leaned forward to rest his forehead against yours, leaning in to place a passionate wet kiss to your lips.

“Oh, you’re going to an amazing dad, Hoseok. Absolutely marvelous,” you laughed in-between the kisses he was peppering on your face, feeling his tears wet your cheeks and mix with your own now streaming down your face.

“Only because you’re going to be an even better mom,” he spoke, eyes sparkling with wonder. “Thank you. I can’t believe out little family is growing. Can you believe this? Next Christmas we’ll have a child.”

“I know,” you whispered, forehead still pressed to his. “I can’t wait to have a mini version of you running around.”

“Oh no. I want a mini version of you. Beautiful soul, stubborn heart and all,” he countered with a soft laugh as he started tracing the outline of the heart on your stomach again with serene smile.

“One of each?”, you teased with a gentle laugh, feeling the joy and love swaddling your heart.

“At least,” he hummed with a wide grin as he pressed another kiss to your lips, hands now clinging to your hips as he gentle caressed the heart with his thumb.

“You do realize, our kids are gonna be the most stubborn and impossible children out there? With our DNA there is no other possible outcome,” you giggled in anticipation, sending your husband a shameless grin at the thought.

“Oh, I know,” he smirked, erupting in laughter as well. “Which is why we’ll robe Jungkook and Tae into babysitting every now and then – they would love that!”

Chuckling at the idea of the chaos that would be Jungkook and Taehyung babysitting together, you leaned forward to cuddle against Hoseoks bare chest, feeling his heartbeat against yours as you let out a happy sigh.

“I bet they would,” you mumbled against his skin, closing your eyes in pleasure when you felt him stroke your hair. “But not too often though. I want my family with me as much as possible. All hearts in one place,” you smile contentedly, as your husbands ministrations slowly but surely lulled you into a calm sleep.

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