your crooked teeth make your lovely smile extremely cute and endearing (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
your splotches of freckles? yeah, those are places where the galaxies whirling inside of you leaked out to radiance their brilliancy into the world
your thighs touch? that’s a GOOD thing. you’re getting proper nutrition! you have muscles! d o n o t b e a s h a m e d!!!! also, thigh gaps are awesome too! anything related to thighs is awesome! all thighs are different because every person is different, and honestly, why does it matter what your thighs look like?? people who are bothered by thighs are weak tbh
“bingo arms”???? listen up: you only have bingo arms when you’re WINNING. otherwise why would you be yelling “bingo”?? thought so. you’re a winner – you can do anything you set your incredible mind to!
your hair is so unbelievably gorgeous and don’t you deny it. don’t forget to style it, dye it, try new shampoos with it, as long as you want to! your hair is your own, whether it be frizzled or dry or thick or thin – be proud of that, and remember that you can always change it up!
your eyes are not too small, or too big, or too wide apart, or too ugly. your eyes are your own mortal doorway into your soul, expressing your thoughts and emotions in dazzling swirls and hues for others to decipher. don’t be afraid to cry, don’t be disgusted by the crinkles at the corners when you smile, don’t hate on the small, microscopic blood vessels running through them. don’t lock your door out of needless shame!
scars!!! scars are so cool! they’re visual results from a chapter that makes up the story of your life! no matter where scars are, don’t be conscious of concealing them! ppl loVE scars! even the tiny lil ones! anyone who has a scar is automatically known as an ultimate badass sorry that’s the rule
same goes for stretch marks! those little ripples on your thighs, your hips, your waist, your belly? those mean that you’ve GROWN. your body has adapted frequently throughout your life, and leaves those little ripples as little hints of your amazing journey from babyhood to adulthood! (or maybe you’re just a mystical ocean god/goddess and those waves are symbols of your enormous power, onlookers should be on the lookout)
sorry, did you say you had a pig nose? do you even kNOW how cute piggies are you should be PROUD of your nose cAUSE U CUTE
long, thin nose? p l s. that just means you’re king/queen of everything. don’t deny it. you know how powerful you truly are
tummy rolls? everyone has them. seriously, no matter how thin a person may seem, tummy rolls are inevitable. you are not alone! tummy rolls rock! ROCK THOSE TUMMY ROLLS!
trust me, barely anyone see your feet anyways. besides, feet aren’t that bad – how do you think your hands would look if they walked everywhere over the earth’s rough terrain? feet are hella
ears are so cool omg they’re like fingerprints, unique to you and you only! plus you can pierce them! repeatedly! how cool is that? ears are best
do nOT be anxious about flaunting your legs! wear that short skirt! wear those shorts! own that bikini! your legs are marvelous! ppl would kill for a pair of dandy lookin legs like yours! pale or tan, legs are glorious! L E G S
lips. lips. do you know how many magic tricks your lips are able to perform? the formation of words, the ability to smile or frown, the ability to express, to kiss, to wear makeup; lips are ethereal and exquisite in all forms!
#1 tip: your eyebrows are always on fleek
and lastly: you are not dumb. you are not worthless. you are not a waste of space, an empty void, a meaningless shell. you are loved. you are worth everything. you are so incredibly intelligent,you are utterly unforgettable, and you are breathtakinginevery single way.
next time you look in a mirror, blow yourself a kiss and don’t worry – you’ll kill it out there today. ♥
Let’s promise each other something: because darling, oh darling. I know you want to press pause on the movie that is your life, because I do, I do. And I know you sometimes get so tired of carrying the weight of the world on those slim shoulders. I know you look into the mirror and see plain features and feel roaring waves of inadequacy, I know, I know.
I know you’ve got a little voice whispering inside of you you’ll never be good enough. I know you try to protect yourself, to shield yourself to not care because you fear the heartbreak that comes with caring to much but doing this makes you put yourself on the sidelines, makes people stop inviting you and I know, God, I know how much this hurts.
So let’s promise each other something: whenever this happens, this little voice trying so hard to protect us and only winding up hurting us: let’s promise each other to cry a little, to cry a lot. To take a shower, to listen to music and really, truly listen, think about nothing else. To write about wanting to give up but to keep on going, to eat something healthy too, even if we eat up a whole pack of potato chips or chocolate cookies, to grant ourselves this small reprieve instead of hating ourselves afterwards for the way we can pinch our belly between skinny fingers.
Listen to me, please, let’s promise each other to take a walk, to walk past a bridge or a body of water, to admire the darkness but remember the coldness and to keep on going. Remember that stranger that smiled, the one that helped you reach a high shelve, that picked up some change and gave it back, to remember the bus driver that waited on that busy intersection to let you get on, to remember all those little kindnesses from strangers you’ll never forget and to remember that we, too, have got so many little kindnesses to give and that there must be a stranger out there somewhere that remembers these plain features, these brown eyes and not so white teeth.
Let’s promise each other, that, please, please, but let’s also promise each other to sometimes let go and cry and to look after ourselves. Let’s remember that being kind and nice and good does not mean letting people walk over ourselves. And let’s define ourselves: if we like to be alone, sometimes, if we like to close the curtains against the world and drown in music and song, why be jealous of that one friend that is always talking to someone if the mere idea of holding more than three conversations is exhausting. If you love that girl everyone else seems to find annoying, hold steady to it, say “I like her and I like you and is there a problem?” because nothing will feel worse, and of this I am so absolutely certain, nothing will feel worse than betraying yourself.
Darling please, let’s promise each other, that on those lowest moments, on those darkest nights, when we feel like no one will love us ever, we’ll think of our achievements, even if they were something that feels so small and insignificant, like eating one cookie less or getting out of bed, if we were proud of them they matter and so do we. So do we.
And let’s promise each other we’ll think of our families, or about the friends we’ve had and that even though it always felt like we were the second choice, we were a choice, so they wanted us in their lives. Let’s think of the stranger we once helped, and think that maybe they remember us. Let’s think of the things that we love, and let’s think about the fact that the CO2 we expel from our lungs feed plants and bacteria and that we matter. That we have done some good in this world and that hopefully we’ll be able to do some more. That everything will be all right someday as long as we keep going.
Darling, let’s promise each other, that though we are strangers that may have never met, I’ll love you and you’ll love me, and we’ll think about each other sometimes, because we understand each other so perfectly, because I know that voice in your head as well as you know the ache in my bones and the tiredness of my eyelids, and we’ll keep on existing and breathing and loving and not giving up no matter how many times our heart breaks because we know they are not alone in breaking and so maybe, just maybe, they will not be alone in healing either because we will have each other to think of, to remember and to smile through the tears together.
OH OH OH PLEASE TELL US A BOARDING SCHOOL STORY PRETTY PLEASE
so my school had this thing called “senior skip day,” except that senior skip day didn’t exist and every year the administration sent out emails in the spring that were like DON’T FUCKIN SKIP CLASS OR YOU WILL RECEIVE RESTRICTION (restriction was like, my boarding school’s equivalent of detention where instead of staying after school you had to go to bed early and help stuff envelopes advertising the summer program until your hands were BLOODIED AND CRIPPLED BY CARPAL TUNNEL) and every year the seniors were like YOLO THEY CAN’T PUNISH ALL OF US!!!!!
spoiler alert: yes they can? THEY ALWAYS CAN.
200 years of american high school and teenagers still think that there is a cap limit on kids in detention and that you can leave after 15 minutes if the teacher doesn’t show up.
anyway, my senior year, we all got together and nattered at each other until some brave soldier (i feel like it was my friend paula but WHO KNOWS) was like “OK SENIOR SKIP DAY IS THIS THURSDAY!!!! NOBODY GO TO CLASS OR UR A SCAB.”
she didn’t say scab because she’s not from the 1920s and we aren’t newsies, though this story would be way more interesting if we were
what she said was “YOLO THEY CAN’T PUNISH ALL OF US!!!!!”
except not yolo because it was 2009 and drake hadn’t been invented yet except as a dear sweet boy in a wheelchair.
we also used this email system to communicate with one another that has very deeply informed the way i understand email and which probably makes it very frustrating to be my friend and receive emails that have subject lines like “URGENT” and then just 42 links to the same florida georgia line youtube video.
I’M NOT ASHAMED, but in that way where like i kind of AM ashamed so i’m really aggressively NOT ashamed?
so the day of reckoning rolls around and my alarm goes off at 8 (class started at 8:05 but i liked to PLAY WITH FIRE when it came to being late; my mom actually asked the school to stop emailing her when i was a sophomore because i was late so often that their rote “Mrs. Ofgeography we are emailing you to say—” was CLOGGING UP HER INBOX and she was like “i GET IT MY CHILD IS THE MOST BORING MISCREANT OF ALL TIME.”) and i looked at my roommate elle and she looked at me and went, “you going?”
“hell no,” i said. “YOLO. they can’t punish all of us.”
elle, who was far prettier and far cooler than i was with the notable exception of her obsession with tswift’s “love story” and her tendency to look at the endangered species list and cry sometimes during study hall, quickly bizounced across the street to this shopping center thing where all the cool kids smoked in secret where huge trucks dropped off clothes for the Dress Barn. i think there were also tennis courts nearby. more importantly there was this chinese food delivery place and a lil restaurant that made HELLA BAGELS.
WHAT KIND OF BAGELS?
off goes elle! meanwhile i’m like, “yessssss i’m gonna use senior skip day to watch 14 hours of tv shows and eat frozen peanut butter bars that i stole from the dining hall! I’M GONNA LIVE LIKE I’M 23 ALONE IN CHICAGO ON A WEEKEND WHEN MY ONLY PLAN IS TAKEOUT AND CUDDLING WITH THE FAUX-SNOW-LEOPARD BLANKET I WILL ONE DAY SURELY OWN.”
of course, during this time the administration was continuing to send out emails that reminded us with increasing urgency that senior skip day was NOT A THING and that we were ALL GETTING RESTRICTION if we didn’t get our STUPID ASSES TO CLASS, GODDAMNIT, WE ARE NOT RUNNING A CIRCUS HERE.
but i was like! yolo, motherfuckers!!! i already got into college, YOU CAN’T TOUCH ME.
at some point during the day elle and our friend ginna came back to the room with takeout from the chinese delivery place and we sat on our floor eating it and probably watching veronica mars or looking at the endangered species list and crying.
all of a sudden, elle said, “guys shut up, guys shut up, GUYS SHUT UP,” and ginna and i were like, “WHAT we have a LOT to SAY about FRIED FUCKING DUMPLINGS, ELLE,“ and elle said, "did you hear that?”
‘that’ was the sound of one of our dorm moms, mrs. f, knocking on doors and saying things like, “IF YOU DON’T GET YOUR BUTTS TO CLASS IN 5 MINUTES YOU’RE ON CATEGORY 4 RESTRICTION FOREVER.” elle quickly scampered up our raised beds to hide in the corner, where a tiny human like elle could actually hide from view; i leapt immediately into what we called a closet but was basically a cubby with a flap that was DEFINITELY not meant for a 5'8” individual with knobby as hell knees.
our door, which was never locked because we both hated the effort of typing in the lock code, opened. mrs. f said, “mollyhall?”
i held my breath.
i should add here that i seemed to be operating on like a scooby-doo level of logic where basically i thought that she was somehow NOT ALLOWED to investigate?
like, if she can’t see me, there is NO POSSIBLE WAY that she could prove i’m in here, right?
she’ll just poke her head in and be like oH GOSH NO KIDS HERE and leave!!
you can see the flaw in my logic.
mrs. f sighed. “mollyhall, i know you’re in here, i literally heard your voice ten seconds ago.”
there’s no WAY she guesses i’m in the closet!!!
“mollyhall, i know you’re in the closet.”
NO YOU DON’T
I AM SCHRÖDINGER’S SENIOR
there was a creak. mrs. f stopped. it wasn’t actually a “creak,” so much as this like, prolonged groan? like it’s the sound an elephant would make if it sat on a really large accordion.
i poked my head out of the closet. mrs. f looked at me. elle sat up.
i said, “where’s ginna?”
YOU KNOW WHERE GINNA WAS.
“um,” said elle, “she’s in the—”
i really wish i could describe the sound the ceiling made when it collapsed. it sounded a lot like the way losing your breath feels. i sort of remember ginna falling in like, really slow motion, like i could see the expression on her face. i didn’t really think about how i would describe this in words. ginna’s face said:
what have i done?
this was a mistake.
i regret a series of decisions that i have made.
is there a way out of this?
are those oreos under mollyhall’s pillow?
why are there oreos under mollyhall’s pillow?
mollyhall, you HAVE a food cupboard, what good is a food cupboard if you don’t—
she belly flopped onto the floor. i mean, the girl bounced. and then she just laid there. mrs. f looked at her. elle looked at her. i looked at her, still mostly in the closet. we were all going to get category 4 restriction forever.
ginna said, “hi, mrs. f. i feel like i should explain.”
Authors Note:This is just a little something I wrote. I hope you like it~<3
“Boys!” you called from the kitchen. “Breakfast!” You heard
scrambling feet before a tall boy bounded into the kitchen. His face was lit up
with a boxy smile. He crashed into you and gathered you up in a hug. “Ah!
Taehyung, you’re going to kill me one of these days,” you jokingly scolded. His
ears flicked before he smiled down at you again, his pointy canines poking his
“I’m a predator Y/N, a big scary tiger!” He held his arms
above his head and put on a grimace, pretending to be intimidating.
“More like an oversized cat,” a voice said. Yoongi walked
into the kitchen yawning. His black ears flicked above his head as he
approached the table. Taehyungs arms fell, and he looked over at Yoongi.
“You’re the oversized cat,” Tae shot back.
“Jaguar,” Yoongi corrected, taking a seat at the table.
“Cat,” Tae continued.
“You’re both big scary predators, now eat,” you said,
plating some eggs and toast onto their plates. The two complied, focusing on
the meal before them rather than bickering.
The next character to enter the kitchen was Hoseok, your
dog hybrid. His tail wagged behind him as he neared the stove. He peaked over
your shoulder, practically drooling on you. “That smells good,” he said.
“Thanks Hobi,” you said absently scratching his head with
your free hand.
“Is it all gone?” The youngest walked in, his eyes wide.
“Jungkook-ah!” Tae waved the bunny over to the table. He
quickly complied plating his own food before the rest of the group ate it up.
“Don’t worry I know how much you all eat. There’s plenty,”
you assured. The sausages sizzled in the pan as they cooked. The kitchen was
filled with the sound of forks against plates, glasses tinkling and the
occasional “can you pass that?” You stood at the stove, still cooking the heaps
of food needed to fill their bellies.
gentle hands at your back, untying your apron. “I can take over Y/N, why don’t
you go eat?” Turning, you saw Jin smiling at you.
“Thank you Jinnie,” you said, stepping away from the stove.
If you weren’t cooking, Jin was. He loved the activity ever since you taught
him how. Soon enough he surpassed your skills, creating mouth-watering dishes
that would make Gordon Ramsey cry. In thanks, you rubbed his dark fox ears. He
leaned into your touch, fluffy tail swaying.
wordlessly pulled the chair out next to him for you to sit. You had known him
the longest out of all the boys and he always tried to look out for you. Sure,
he was a hybrid, but he was also older than you, so he felt it was necessary.
The black cat put food onto your plate before you could. Below the table you
felt his long tail snake around your ankle. He was always very subtle in
showing his love, but you found his subtly endearing.
sliding glass door behind the table opened, momentarily pouring cold air into
the hot kitchen. Namjoon closed the door, unraveling the scarf around his neck.
“How were the woods?” you asked him.
“Good, no one’s been trespassing,” he said taking a seat at
the table. Namjoon was a wolf hybrid. He always loved patrolling the woods around
your house, feeling it was his duty to protect his territory. It certainly
wasn’t necessary, but you let Namjoon do what he pleased.
around the kitchen table. Most of the boys were filling their plates for a
second time. Jin still stood at the stove, humming lightly to himself. It was
quite the cozy scene, but something was missing.
“Where’s Jimin?” You asked after taking a sip of your
orange juice. The hybrids all exchanged looks before looking back at you. Jimin
was the newest addition to the group but had yet to warm up to everyone. It was
understandable, given his past. You stood from the table, Yoongi’s tail
slipping from your leg.
“I’ll go get him,” you said.
meant to have seven hybrids living with you, but it just sort of happened.
After your grandparents passed away, you inherited their estate, which included
a rather large house nestled in a forest. A free home whose mortgage was
totally paid for was a blessing for a young woman like yourself. The morning
you moved in, you discovered Yoongi. He was snoozing away in one of the guest
bedrooms. It turned out he had been homeless when he stumbled upon the empty
house and made it his. The house was more than big enough so you let him stay
wore on, more and more hybrids showed up at your doorstep. They usually
wandered into the woods, wounded and afraid. Some, like Namjoon, kept their
distance. Others, like Taehyung, curiously approached your home. A few days
ago, you were out in the woods with Hoseok, when you saw a crumpled figure
laying against a fallen tree. Huddled under a raggedy blanket was a calico cat
knocked on his bedroom door. “Jimin,” you softly called, “Breakfast is ready.
Are you hungry?” No response. You opened the door slowly. The curtains in his
room were drawn, darkening the room considerably. However, it was easy to see
the ball curled up on the bed. Jimin was asleep, his pink lips parted slightly.
He was so cute you had to suppress a squeal. You sat on the edge of the bed and
gently ran you fingers through his hair.
fluttered open. “Y/N?” he asked.
“Good morning sleepyhead,” you said with a laugh. “I’m sure
you’re really tired but there’s breakfast for you. Are you hungry?” Jimin sat
up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Ever since you brought him home, he’d been
sleeping endlessly, like he hadn’t slept in years.
“Hmmm,” was all he said in response. Jimin and you got
along fine, but he was wary around the rest of the group. You scratched behind
his ears, earning a low purr from him. He flopped his head down in your lap and
hugged your waist. Smiling, you pet him more. It wasn’t long after you rescued
him that you realized he was a sucker for pets and hugs. Much like Taehyung, he
would cling onto you and beg for attention. It was cute, and you didn’t mind
giving the kitty some love.
thumping sound caused you both to look at the doorway. There, Hoseok stood, his
tail hitting the wood of the doorframe. He was doing his best to not rush into
the room and attack the newcomer with questions. Although he was restraining
himself, his eagerness showed on his face. Jimin escaped under the covers
before you could say anything. You stood and walked to the door, taking Hoseoks
hands. You shooed him away, closing the door behind you.
“Aw, Y/N, when will he let me play with him?” He said with
a pout. You chuckled and dragged him back to the dining room.
“He’s still shy Hobi. Give him time and I’m sure he’d love
to play with you.” You approached the stove and made up a plate for Jimin. Jin
helped you, plating a few extra sausages for the cat. You smiled at Jin before
padding back into his room.
“It’s just me,” you announced. His blonde head poked out
from the covers. Seeing the food, he unfurled himself from the sheets and scooted
to the edge of the bed. You sat next to him and handed him the plate. Jimin
wasted no time in scarfing down the food. The poor boy really needed some TLC.
He seemed to lack sleep, proper nutrition and a loving family. You hoped you
could change all that. Within minutes the plate was clean, and he set it down
on his nightstand.
“No,” he said, flopping back onto the bed. He grabbed you and
pulled you down with him. Cuddling into your side, he quickly fell back asleep.
At first you were conflicted, you would’ve liked to go back and finish your own
breakfast, but you didn’t want to disturb Jimin. It wasn’t long before you
drifted off yourself.
Y/N? Her food’s getting cold.” Jungkook asked, placing his plate in the sink.
Taehyung came up from behind him and bit his floppy ear. He had a habit of
biting things he liked. “Yah!” Jungkook exclaimed. Taehyung leapt back with a
“She’s probably still with Jimin,” he said, grinning.
Jungkook simply hummed. He didn’t understand the cat. When he first arrived, he
was quite the opposite, getting along well with the other boys but shying away
from you. He didn’t trust humans and didn’t know how to interact with them.
Plus, you’re a girl.
was also concerned with you eating. He put saran wrap around your plate and
placed it in the fridge. He and Jin exchanged looks before he exited the
kitchen and made his way down the hall. Silently, he opened Jimin’s bedroom
door. Inside, he found you two snoozing away on his bed. The wolfs dimples
appeared as he smiled. As quietly and gently as possible, he scooped you up bridal
style. Jimin grumbled in his sleep and turned over but did not wake up. Namjoon
carried you to the living room as you slowly woke up.
bleary eyes opened as you were put on the couch. Taehyung and Jungkook were
playing video games a few feet away. A bit disoriented, you took in your new
surroundings. Namjoon patted your head, making you look up at him.
“You should eat,” he said with a warm smile. You nodded and
got up from the couch. Namjoon led you into the kitchen with his hand at your
back. Inside, Jin and Hoseok were washing the dishes, dancing to the song that
played on the radio. The two goofballs swayed to the music with large grins on
scene woke you up more. After you finished your breakfast you made your way
into your office to get some work done. Thankfully, your job allowed you to
work from home most days. Your office was decorated just the same as your
grandfather had left it. Mahogany floors were covered with maroon rugs. One
wall was lined with bookshelves, plush leather chairs sitting at either end.
The other wall held a small fireplace. Your desk was a beautiful antique you’re
certain your grandmother bought.
An hour into
your work, you heard the door open. You looked over your shoulder to find the
usual suspect: Jungkook. He smiled at you sheepishly. It was a habit of his to
spend time in your office as you worked. The quiet atmosphere and alone time
with you recharged him.
“Kookie,” You called, waving him over to your desk. This
was the usual routine. He would come in, pull a chair up to yours and shyly ask
for pets. He still wasn’t comfortable being pet around the other boys and you
respected his boundaries. A cute bunny smile lit up his face as he quickly
tucked himself by your side and laid his head in your lap. With your free hand
you gently stroked his soft ears. He let out a few happy noises.
later Jungkook is snoozing in your lap, dreaming little bunny dreams. The door
slowly opens to Yoongi. He carries a glass of water with him which he gently
sets down for you. Purring, he nuzzles into your face. You smile up at him and
he returns the expression. Usually, you would strike up conversation with
Yoongi, but you did not want to disturb the sleeping rabbit. Just as silently
as he came in, the jaguar left.
Once your satisfied with the amount of work you put in, you
poke Jungkook’s’ nose to wake him up. He cutely scrunches his face before
movie night going?” Jungkook nods his head with a faint smile. He gets up and
stretches, his height towering over you. Frankly, all the boys were taller than
you. At first you thought they wouldn’t take you seriously as their caretaker,
but it didn’t seem to be a problem. They did however, use your height to
occasionally tease you. In a show of confidence, Jungkook brought your head
into his chest in an embrace. You laughed into his shirt and wrapped your arms
around his back.
heading into the living room while you veered toward Jimin’s room. Perhaps with
a little prodding you could get him to join the festivities. You knocked at his
door and got a response.
“Y/N?” he called.
“Yup. Can I come in?” Jimin opened the door for you, making
sure to close it once you were inside. “How could you tell it was me?”
“The sound of your footsteps,” he answered with a light
“Ah, yes, those ears are good for more than just making you
cute,” you teased, tickling them. Jimin laughed and swatted at your hand.
“Tonight, is movie night. I think we’re all going to watch
the latest action film since it’s Jungkook’s night to choose. Do you want to
Jimin dropped his gaze and fiddled with his fingers,
obviously wrestling with the decision.
“We can cuddle the whole time, just us. I’ll make sure the
boys don’t bother you either.” The cat looked up with a large smile.
“Promise?” he asked.
“Pinky swear,” you said offering your pinky. He wrapped his
with yours, sealing the deal.
of buttery popcorn filled your nose as you walked into the kitchen. Taehyung
was rummaging in the pantry for other snacks. Hobi was pouring out drinks and
Jin was making stove-top popcorn. You assumed the rest were prepping the living
“Guys,” you prompted, earning their attention. “Jimin is
going to watch the movie with us…” Hobi let out a squeal of excitement while
Jin did a funny victory dance. Tae popped his head out of the pantry, a bag of
chips in his mouth. He let it drop in a dramatic show of surprise.
“But! You need to give him space. He’s still not totally
comfortable around other hybrids. And I sort of promised to only cuddle with
him.” Your voice trailed off at the end, but the boys heard it easily.
“Whhaaatt?” Taehyung blurted. Jin stopped dancing and frowned.
Hobi literally whined, his ears flopping back on his head.
“It’s just one night!” you said. “I’ll dole out all the
cuddles after this okay?” A chorus of mumbled ‘yeah’s followed.
In the living room, Jungkook was attempting to build a fort
while Namjoon set up the television. Yoongi entered, arms full of blankets and
“Reinforcements,” Jungkook said with a grin. Yoongi laughed
and let the pile fall to the floor. He ruffled the youngest’s hair before
plopping down on the couch. Soon enough Hobi came in, hands dangerously full
with drinks. Jin followed with several bowls of popcorn which smelled exactly
like the cinema. Finally, Tae dumped his snack stash on the coffee table, a
proud glint in his eyes. The boys all settled down, adjusting the lights and
rationing out the refreshments.
entered with Jimin hot on your tail. He had himself wrapped in a fluffy
blanket, his ears making it slip off his head. You guided him to the end of the
couch where you acted as a barrier between him and the rest of the boys. Some
gave him gentle smiles, others looked at him with utter excitement. Jimin
however, kept his gaze low. You could feel how tense he was just sitting next
him, you scratched behind his ears and let him snuggle up to you. The movie
began to play, causing the attention to shift off Jimin. He soon had the
blanket wrapped around the both of you. He hugged onto you like a koala bear,
arms, legs and even his tail wrapped around you. Jimin pressed his face into
the nape of your neck where he could easily breathe in your scent. Your steady
heartbeat slowed his down and relaxed his tensed muscles.
purrs echoed from his chest while he nuzzled your shoulder. You occasionally
caught one of the boys looking over at you two with expressions of longing.
Eventually, Jimin focused more on the movie than you and began to enjoy
himself. He even cheered along with the others at a scene. When the credits
rolled you got up and slowly brought the lights up. When you turned around, you
found Yoongi talking quietly with Jimin. The calico cat seemed a bit shy, but
you could tell he was giving him answers. Yoongi had a rather calming presence.
If anyone could coax Jimin out of his shell, it would be him. The big cat even
offered him some snacks that were out of his reach. Jimin took it cautiously
but seemed happy at the offering.
up and hugged you from behind. He rested his chin on the top of your head and
murmured, “He’s making progress.”
“I know, it’s great.” At that moment you felt like Jin and
you were proud parents looking over their children. Laughing at the thought,
you turned around in his arms and returned the hug.
Jin suddenly exclaimed, “Ah ha! She’s all mine!” He scooped
you up, laughing maniacally. The rest of the boys looked over at the scene. He
looked down at you with a mischievous grin.
“You devious fox,” you said, laughing. Jin ran off into the
depths of the house, the more extroverted boys (Hobi and Tae) following behind.
You watched over Jin’s broad shoulders as the two scrambled after you, shouting
in mock protest.
“No, she’s ours!” Hobi said with a grin.
“I’ll never hand her over!” Jin said, making a quick left
turn into his bedroom. Unceremoniously he dropped you on the bed then playfully
guarded you from the cat and dog. Jin’s tail swished back and forth as he
played with the younger boys. Although he was the oldest, he was never above
the living room, Jungkook and Namjoon were in deep discussion about the movie’s
plot, while Yoongi carried on a tentative conversation with Jimin.
like action films?” the big cat asked.
“I guess. I haven’t seen a lot of movies to know…”
“We have a lot of movie nights, when it’s your turn to
choose I can help you.”
“Okay…that would be nice.”
“You know Jimin, the rest of us don’t have rosy pasts
either. We understand. I don’t know the specifics, but we aren’t like the
people that hurt you. Y/N wouldn’t let us stay here if we were.”
“I…I know that. You’re just all so close and I feel like an
“The rest of the boys went through the same thing, being
new to the house.”
they talked, the more comfortable Jimin felt. Despite being a big cat, Yoongi
was soft spoken and kind. Sure, his appearance made him seem cold and aloof,
but underneath he was sweet as sugar. Jungkook noticed the two conversing and
found his curiosity getting the better of him. As Namjoon began clearing the
living room, the youngest wandered over to the couch and sat next to Yoongi. He
leaned forward and asked Jimin, “Do you like video games?”
hesitated before shrugging. “I’ve never played them.”
“Okay,” Jimin said. Jungkook took his hand and led him over
the TV where he let Jimin choose from the many titles available. Yoongi smiled
at the two before he went into the kitchen to help Namjoon.
you woke to the sound of your door shutting. Your room was still pitch black
and you couldn’t make anything out. A deep voice whispered, “It’s just me.
Sorry I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“Yoongi?” You felt the covers being lifted before he
crawled in beside you. His arms pulled you, so your head rested on his
shoulder. You draped your leg and arm over him. Yoongi let out a breath.
“I couldn’t sleep,” he said.
“Oh, more nightmares?”
“Sorry.” You lifted your head to press a kiss to his cheek.
His chest vibrated with a dull purr. Hearing this, you began peppering kisses across
his face. You still couldn’t see anything, but you imagined his face scrunching
up. After a good ten smooches you rested your head on his shoulder again.
A Bts reaction on their girl losing a bet and what their punishment is....ty in advance ♥
Your family has planned a huge family reunion in a beautiful place in the middle of nature & of course, your boyfriend is invited. This is absolutely no problem for nobody because everyone loves him ! Yes, but when the night falls, it’s simply out of question that you both sleep in the same hotel room. You’re not married, as far as they know ! When you say goodnight to your boyfriend in front of your door, you start laughing by saying that you’re almost sure that he will not handle it and sneak in your bedroom. He’s not sharing the same opinion : You’re the one who will not bear to sleep without him. After arguing for a few minutes, you start the bet : the first one who will join the other has lost & will have to accept any punishment. Your boyfriend laughs and goes to his bedroom, feeling confident after a last kiss that leaves you on your hunger. You close the door, determined to win your bet.
As he’s going to send you a message to tell you that he feels empty without you and without the reassuring warmth of your arms around him, Namjoon hears that someone is knocking at his door. When he opens the door and sees you in the embrasure, looking shameful as fuck, he retains a soft moan from finding you too cute to be true. He lets you in and opens his arms to hug you from behind but your sigh stops him. « So… What’s my punishment ? ». When you turn around and look at him with a horny look, all the sweetness that Namjoon wanted to show you vanishes in the sweet perspective of this punishment. He slowly gets closer to you, his eyes getting dark, a smirk on his plumped lips. You step back, frightened, reinforcing the feeling of total control of Namjoon who finally pushes you against the huge glazed bay window. In just a second, he gets rid of your nightie and throws it across the room. You’re completely naked, shivering less because of the coldness of the window than by his dominating gaze. He turns you violently against the glazed bay window, offering your body to the sight of anyone who would look out of a window overlooking the inner courtyard of the hotel. Shaking, you whisper : « oh my good Namjoon everybody can see us ». Namjoon doesn’t respond but his hot breath against your neck and the rustling sound of fabric means that he’s fully aware of it. Even worse : that’s what he wants. And when he slowly thrusts in you while licking your neck, you realize that this is exactly what you want as well : Let everyone see that you belong to Kim Namjoon.
Taehyung tosses and turns in his bed, unable to find sleep. Even without this stupid bet he would never dare to join you while your family is sleeping in the rooms next door. But as time passes, Tae is increasingly tempted to come and join you. As he puts an huge cushion between his legs and presses it firmly to give himself the illusion of your presence, he heard that someone is knocking at the door. He jumps and rushes to open the door, knowing fully well that it’s you. When you throw yourself on him to kiss him, desperately clinging to him, Tae starts smiling against your mouth, glad to see that you have as much trouble as him to handle the separation. Then, he remembers you promised him he could do anything if you lost. You were so sure of yourself that he didn’t even thought about it, but now that you’re here, he doesn’t even have to think about it. You seem to guess what he has in mind when he sits on his bed, staring at you as he pulls you by the hand. « You know what I want … ». Of course you know, and even if you get anxious every time, it’s a punishment you love. You kneel down and tie your hair. This simple sight already turns Tae on as he gets rid of his boxer. For the next 20 minutes, he fucks your face without mercy, forcing you to go deeper than ever, making you gag and cry, but most importantly making you drown your panties with your own wetness.
Jin put two ice cubes in his glass of water and drink two sips, enjoying the freshness of it. He looks out the window, the wind rustling through the leaves of the trees lighted by the moon. You must surely sleep, now… He misses you so much, but he really wants to behave well in front of your whole family. Nothing is more important than family values, respect to the parents, being well manne… Jin’s thoughts are interrupted by two knocks against his door. He frowns and opens the door to see you rushing inside. You raise your eyes full of remorses towards him, which makes him burst out laughing. He didn’t thought that one of you would loose honestly, but this turnaround pleases him. You don’t dare to look at him but you feel his intense gaze on you. « Take off your clothes & go lay on the bed ». You shiver and do as he says. He asks you to close your eyes, which you do without complain. Jin then takes the bag filled with ice and tries not to chuckle. He sits next to you, leaning on one arm as he takes an ice cube. « Don’t make a sound ». When Jin puts the first ice on your belly button, you jump and violently bite your lip to stop you from screaming. He passes it on your burning skin, going up on your nipples, watching it melt with a speed that turns him more than anything. It’s only when the bag of ice is almost empty, that your shaking body is soaked and that your thighs hurt you from pressing them too tightly under the pressure of your arousal that Seokjin finally gives you what you desire : him.
Hoseok can’t fall asleep as he thinks of you and your sweet hands on him, but he has no intention of losing. First because he doesn’t like losing against you, and because he really respects your family. He’s now lying on the edge of the bed, his feet still on the ground, his arms spread apart on either side of him. But damn he misses you like crazy. Suddenly, he hears your voice behind the door : « Hobi ? ». He stands up with a huge smile that he tries to hide when he tells you to enter. You close the door behind you, ashamed of losing so easily when it’s not even been an hour since you wished him good night. Hobi straightens up and, leaning on his arms, looks at you with all the cockiness he has. He knows that it gets you even more annoyed but he also knows that it turns you on. He doesn’t even have to say anything, you know the punishment. You get closer, lightly raising your nightie and lie down on his lap, perpendicular to him so that your butt is above his crotch. Hoseok bites his lip, lowering your panties, feeling the heat of your belly against him. The spanks slams in the air, your stifled moans immediately coming afterwards. Hoseok spanks you hard then massage the bruise, again and again until your skin is bright red. He knows that it drives you crazy as much as it drives him crazy.
« Yoongi ? Baby ? Open the door… ». Your whispers immediately makes him smile as he gets up to come to you. My God, you seem so disappointed with yourself… Yoongi starts to make fun of you, reminding you that he warned you that you would lose very quickly and that you were going to regret your stupid bet. When you sigh and stick against him, Yoongi holds you tight and strokes your head, gently shaking his head like he was really sorry. Oh, how much you’re gonna regret it… An hour later, indeed, you regret bitterly. Between your thighs, his smirk still on his lips covered with your juices, Yoongi never ceases to get you close to your hight and then stop his magic as soon as you’re about to explode. This little jerk loves it. You hate it as much as you never want it to end. Again and again, his expert tongue makes you feel things that should not even be humanly possible, his fingers rubbing exactly right on your weak spot before he stops. You can’t not even moan in frustration & must remain silent. And don’t count on your lover’s « kindness » : He will make you suffer until you cry, knowing that he can make you cum so hard you’re almost at the verge of fainting.
Jimin rushes to the door as soon as he hears your steps coming closer. He quickly opens the door and drags you inside his bedroom, his arms wrapping around you. He covers your face with kisses, wondering when you were finally going to lose. He was so close to loose, like, really close. He smiles when you start to grumble because you have lost and suddenly he remembers that he can now have whatever he wants from you. He laughs and, his soft look turning into a feverish and teasing look, sits on the bed and pulls out his phone. In front of him, you ask him what he wants. « You always say no… This time, you can’t. Undress for me, babygirl… ». He begins to film you while you undress, at first shyly but quickly you get confident as it turns you on so much to see his eyes eager to see more. Once naked and against him, Jimin films you while you sensually dance on him, already thinking how much he’ll enjoy to be able to touch himself on a video of you when he’s gonna be on tour. He puts his phone on the night table and, once he’s sure that the angle is perfect, makes you climb on him so that you continue your provocative dances, your body shamelessly offered to the camera.
Jungkook knows how much it cost you to cross this long corridor to join him. He knows how much you hate losing as much as he does, and he knows that you’re dying of shame. He knows it, but that doesn’t prevent him from behaving like a real asshole. He lets you in and keeps teasing you, his silly laugh almost making you want to strangle him. You get closer to him, wanting to touch him at all costs (you did not give up the victory just to hear him laughing at you) but Jungkook moves away, singing : « You want my bodyyyy… You want to touch meee…. But ani ani aniiiiiiii… ». You decide that you’re really going to strangle him as you try to take his shirt off. While he lets you do it, you think he’ll finally give up and let you fuck him, but you’ve never been so wrong. Jungkook just wants you to see that body you love so much before he imposes his punishment on you. « I know what you hate the most, babe. ». He sits down on the bed, his hand sliding under his pajama pants, giving you the most provocative look : « You can’t stand it, right ? When I touch myself but you can’t… ». You kneel down at the edge of the bed, conscious that you must accept the punishment but already feeling the pain of seeing him do what you’re craving to do. « Look at me, Y/N… ». Jungkook bites his lip, his hand moving slow under his pajamas pants, hypnotizing you, making you suffer. Your fingers clenches on his thighs as he begins to smile. You can’t beg him but you want to… You’re dying to.
Lance was woken by the sound of the castle alarms blaring. He quickly rolled out of his bed and put on his armor. He took a quick look in the mirror to see how he looked. He is eyes were still puffy and red from all the crying, but if any of the others asked, he could simply blame it on the sleep. Running his fingers through his hair to make it look presentable, he took a final glance at his reflection and ran to along to the pounding sound of the alarms. Lance reached the room just as Hunk was. Hunk sent him a small smile, in which he returned. His smile quickly fell however when he turned to look at Keith, who was clearly trying to ignore him, not even looking in his direction. Lance swallowed around the lump in his throat. *No. No more crying.* Allura clapped her hands together, getting the attention of the team. “Okay, Paladins! We’ll be arriving on the planet in just a few ticks, so just a quick reminder that this alliance is very crucial to Voltron and stopping Zarkon. Everyone must be on their best behavior! We have to make sure that we secure this alliance, no matter what!” *Oh yeah…* Lance thought. *I completely forgot about the alliance..* “Princess, we are now landing!” “Thank you, Coran. Alright Paladins! Let’s greet our, hopefully, new alliances!” As Lance stepped onto the foreign planet, he looked around in awe. It was beautiful here. There were enormous, strange looking buildings that looked like skyscrapers. The planet reminded him of New York, only there was a peaceful, calm aura surrounding the place. It was clear to see that this alien race was very civilized and advanced with technology, which also meant weaponry. They would definitely be a powerful ally for Voltron and the fight against Zarkon. Allura led them to a large building that resembled a mansion, but it appeared to be made out of an iridescent, chrome material. Coran stepped forward. “It’s made out of a material that’s virtually indestructible. And you may have noticed that you can’t see into the building, but once you are in the inside, you can see the outside. I believe you have something similar on Earth. Two-way mirror is it?” Pidge nodded with her mouth hung open while the other paladins looked around in awe. “It’s beautiful.” Shiro murmured. Lance nodded in agreement. He could feel the excitement bubble up inside him as they drew nearer to the entrance. When they entered the building, Lance was not disappointed. It appeared as though there was some sort of celebration going on. Hundreds of chandeliers made out of glowing blue crystals hung from the ceiling, creating a soft blue hue to light up the room, giving a calming effect. Rows and rows of tables were lined up, displaying an endless buffet of food Lance had never seen before. The aliens there were all dressed in various ball gowns, some of which seemed to sparkle like it was made entirely out of crystals and jewels. And there was music softly playing in the background. Everything was breathtakingly beautiful. One of the older looking aliens recognized them and walked over to Allura. “Ah, hello Princess Allura. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” Allura bowed deeply. “The pleasures all mine, Queen Lilith. I would like the introduce my Paladins, the team of Voltron.” The Queen’s eyes shined as she gazed at them. “Yes, yes! I would like to thank you for everything you have done so far. The task you have been assigned is very challenging and dangerous. It is quite impressive the things you have accomplished.” The Queen turned to Allura. “Now, I do believe we have business matters to discuss. Paladins, please enjoy yourselves. This party was thrown for you after all.” The team sheepishly gave their thanks. Lance turned to the party, eyes alight. *Finally, time to relax and have some fun!*
Everything was going amazingly. Lance’s belly was stuffed with delicious food, everyone he talked to was incredibly respectful and kind. He was…happy. He smiled genuinely for the first time in what a felt like a very long time. Everything was going perfect. That was until he talked to Hunk. Lance noticed Hunk talking to a trio of female aliens who were all wearing elegant gowns. They were all giggling as Hunk was flushed red and rubbing the back of his neck. Lance knew that look. Hunk was uncomfortable. What kind of friend would he be if he didn’t come in the save the day for his best bud, his right hand man? So, Lance made his way to them. “So, what are you lovely ladies doing this fine evening?” One of them turned and giggled. “Oh, we were just asking Hunk here about his adventures as a Paladin.” The alien let her hand trail down Hunk’s arm. “He’s very strong and brave. And quite cute if I’m being completely honest.” The others around them giggled in agreement. Lance chuckled and shook his head. “Sorry to be the bearer of bad news ladies, but Hunk right here.” He threw an arm around Hunk’s shoulders. “He’s already a taken man.” Lance felt Hunk stiffen underneath his arm. “Lance, what are you-” “And who is the lucky lady to have such a handsome defender of the universe?” One of the girls pouted. “Well beautiful, that would be one rock hard gal by the name of Shay. You see, from the first time Hunk looked at her, he was smitten. You should of heard him-” “Lance, can I talk to you for a second?” Hunk interrupted. Before Lance could reply, Hunk dragged him away from the group, and to a secluded corner. “Hey, what’s up buddy?” Lance grinned. “Don’t ‘buddy’ me.” His smile fell. “What was that all about?!” “Wha-what?” “Who gave you the right to just start running your mouth about my feelings or relationships?” Lance slowly took a step back. “I-I’m sorry, Hunk. You just looked uncomfortable and I thought-” “No. That’s just it. You didn’t think at all.” Hunk gave him a hard look. “Did you ever think how that made me feel? Lance, that was embarrassing! Shay and I aren’t even dating, and the only reason I told you that I liked her is because you’re supposed to be my best friend!” “Hunk, I am your best friend!” “A best friend wouldn’t just spill out the inner most secrets to compete strangers! I thought I could trust you. I guess I was wrong.” Lance could feel the familiar heat behind his eyes. “H-Hunk..” “Just leave me alone, Lance. And just try to think of others feelings before you think of yourself. And stop trying to 'help’ me. You’ve done enough 'helping’ already.” With that, Hunk turned and left. Lance stood frozen, unmoving. Feeling the heat increase and the water beginning to form in his eyes, he quickly left. He had to get out of there. He couldn’t cry in front of these people, he would just ruin the alliance. *Just like I ruin everything else. But where could I go?* Then, someone was calling to him in his mind. *Blue.* Lance ran back to the castle, avoiding his teammates. He couldn’t let them see him like this. When he got to Blue’s hangar, he could already feel himself starting to crumble. The dam behind his eyes cracked and the tears began to flow. He ran to Blue as she lowered her head and open her mouth for him to enter. Lance threw himself into the pilot chair, drawing his knees to his chest and allowing the tears to flow freely. “Blue, why do I have to mess up everything? I try to help, but I just end up making a bigger mess of things. I knew I didn’t belong here. I was never meant to be a paladin of Voltron. I’m just a weak, pathetic, excuse of a pilot. Keith was right. I’ll never be a true pilot of Voltron. All I am is a cargo pilot.” Lance muttered bitterly. Blue tried to send him comforting thoughts, reassuring him that he did belong and that she CHOSE him to be here paladin, but Lance ignored her, letting the grief and shame consume him.
Lance was still in the castle with Blue when he heard a thunderous crash outside, followed by several screams of panic. He ran to the nearest window to see what caused the commotion. When Lance glanced toward the sky, he gaped at what he saw. A large Galra ship was hovering in the air, and it suddenly projected a hologram of a scarred, angry Galra. “Paladins of Voltron, I am here in behalf of Zarkon. We know you’re here! If you do not reveal yourselves, this planet will perish.” Lance watched as Hunk, Pidge, Keith, and Shiro ran outside the building, facing the hologram. “Ah, there you are.” “What do you want from us!?” Shiro shouted. “Hmmm..I actually have a deal to offer.” *A deal..what could he possibly have to offer that would interest us?* Lance pondered. “Do not think we haven’t noticed that you have stolen information from our database, but what caught my attention was what you specifically searched. It appears that you are looking for your fellow species, one that shares DNA to the Green paladin.” Lance gasped as he saw Pidge pale. “Where are they?! What do you know?! TELL ME!!!” Pidge screamed. “Haha, be patient gremlin. We do have the information about these humans you are looking for, possibly even their coordinates. But in exchange for your the information, you have to prove your strength to me and pry the information from myself. Let me see the strength a member of Voltron has.” The others sneered and shouted at the Galra while Lance set his jaw. He knew what he had to do.
“I’m going.” “No Shiro, if you go, who’ll lead Voltron? There’s a very high chance that whoever goes will not come back alive.” “It’s either I’m going, or no one is going, and that’s final.” The team was still arguing when they were caught off guard by thunderous laughter. “Ahahaha!! It appears we have a challenger!” The team whip around, just in time to see the Blue lion headed straight toward the ship. The Glara ship begins to take off, the Blue lion right on its tail. “LANCE!!” The team ran after them, but they were slowly losing ground. Shiro quickly turned on his communications in his helmet, allowing the others to hear. “Lance! Lance! Do you copy?!” “I hear you loud and clear, Cap!” “Lance, what the quiznak do you think you’re doing?! Get back here right now! That’s an order!!” “Sorry Shiro, but I can’t do that. I’m getting that info.” “Lance, you can’t do this; it’s a suicide mission!!” Shiro screamed desperately. “That’s okay Shiro. I’ll do whatever I can to help my team, especially if it’s concerning their family. I may never get to mine again, so if there is a chance that I can help any of you get back with your family, I’ll always step up to the plate. It’s time that I tried to do something right, instead of being a disappointment to the team and ruining everything. Besides.” Lance chuckles weakly and let’s a few more tears escape, dripping off his chin onto the control panel. “I’m replaceable.”
Let me sneak this in before I get ready to go to work and you close your box. Can I get domestic HCs, or a drabble if you prefer, for post-ending, everyone lives Chocobos with their pregnant s/o? Like they all thought this was gonna be a terrible ending, yet here they are with a kid on the way. Thanks!
Noctis can’t believe that he’s still alive. He can’t believe that he gets a second chance––he wakes up on the floor of the throne room and feels the warmth of sunlight on his face. The first thing he does is bolt back outside, and sees that his friends are still alive as well. After a brief reunion, he runs back home, to you.
He makes love to you that night, vigorously, sensually, as if he’s finally breached the surface of the ocean and is able to take in his first exhilarating breath. The passion takes you two over and you fall asleep in each other’s arms.
Noctis sets to work on rebuilding the Citadel. The moment you tell him that you’re pregnant, he falls to his knees, holds you close and thanks the Six for his gift. A family––he can hardly believe it. He becomes the King that Insomnia has always deserved, and dotes on you hand and foot. He promises to be a dedicated father and husband, and he never disappoints you. He cherishes every moment he’s able to spend with you as your womb grows, because he knows that every minute is a blessing from the Astrals.
Prompto emerges from the final battle alive, but badly injured. He hobbles home to you and you take care of his wounds, teasingly scolding him that he was trying too hard to be a hero. He jokes that he figured it would impress you, and you smack him playfully on the arm as you bandage up his wounds.
It’s a while until he’s healthy, but as soon as he’s able, he’s between your legs. He wants every part of you, wants to map every inch of your skin with his lips, hands and tongue. You give yourself fully to him, taking him in for all he’s worth.
You tell him that you’re pregnant some time later, and he starts to cry. You think at first that he’s upset at the news, that maybe he wasn’t ready to be a father, but he immediately dispels the idea. He tells you how much he’s wanted to start a family with you, and how excited he is to be a dad. He just can’t help but be emotional because he’s been through so much with his brothers in arms, and never expected to find love, and never expected to make it out of that last standoff alive.
His enthusiasm for fatherhood takes shape in the form of nesting. He’s already picked the colours for the nursery and bought most of the things you’ll need, and already gotten way too many stuffed moogles and chocobos for your future son or daughter. He spoils you rotten, and always kisses your growing belly before he falls asleep.
Gladio promised you before he left for the final battle that once it was over, he was going to marry you. You were so scared that he wouldn’t come back––but when he shows up at your shared house, covered in dirt and blood, you throw your arms around him and refuse to let go. He did it. He came home.
The wedding is small and intimate, with your closest friends in attendance. Neither of your parents made it out of the Citadel alive, so you light candles for them at the altar. That night, Gladio absolutely ravishes you, having to keep himself from ripping the white gown from your body. You consummate your marriage over and over until you’re unable to walk and he is finally sated.
You tell Iris that you think you’re pregnant, and she helps you buy the test from the pharmacy. When it comes back positive, you’re initially nervous about what Gladio will say. But when you tell him, he gingerly wraps his arms around you in a warm embrace, and you feel tears on your shoulder. You ask him if he’s crying, and he hastily wipes his eyes. Putting his macho façade back on, he replies, “No.”
Gladio buys parenting books and tries to come up with names for your unborn child. He wants to be a better father than Clarus was to him. He also wants to carry on the tradition of naming the Amicitia heir after a flower, and you bicker playfully back and forth over which ones are your favourites.
Ignis didn’t know how to say goodbye to you before the final battle, so he slipped away in the night without a word. You were furious with him when he returned, but also so relieved when he came back alive. You wanted to slap him, but instead you tugged him close for a kiss. He was scared that you would be upset with him, and you admit that you are, but now is his chance to make it up to you.
And he does––repeatedly, with blindfolds, rope and leather. You’re a trembling mess under his questing fingers and his clever mouth, and by the time he’s finished with you, you’re almost entirely sure that he’s sucked every bone from your body and left you with nothing but sore muscle and bruised skin.
It’s almost as if Ignis knows that you’re pregnant before you do. He notices a difference in your behaviour, the smells that you’ve become sensitive to, and your demands for strange food combinations. He offers to buy you a pregnancy test to be sure, though he’s already purchased prenatal vitamins in anticipation.
You’re not sure how he, as a blind man, is able to baby-proof the house, but he does. He takes such good care of you that you start to feel bad, and try to get him to stop, but he refuses. He tells you that you and your unborn child are the family he never really had, and that he will do whatever it takes to ensure your safety and comfort. You eventually just let him dote on you, and he ends up being more prepared when you are when your due date actually arrives.
We all know the ‘bring a fake date to the reunion’ trope, I’ve tried to use that one but do it a little differently. I hope you guys like it!
This is a Steve and Bucky AU fic.
Story: You’ve had a huge crush on Bucky all through college but nothing ever happened between you two. You are determined to change this when you see him again at the reunion 15 years later, but another man shows up to disturb those plans.
Word count: 4110
No warning. This is mostly fluff and feels, a lot of kissing and soft touches but nothing beyond that.
Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t fucking cry.
You could do this, it was just one stupid night, one stupid reunion and then you’d never have to see him again. You could go back to forgetting all about his existence and get back to your life.
Your life as a hopeless, desperate, single woman in her thirties who hadn’t been on a date for as long as she could remember. Back to table-for-one restaurant visits and girls nights out where you were the only single girl in the group. Back to your empty apartment with no one waiting for you except your cat Noodles who didn’t really care when you dragged your ass home as long as she got fed.
You shouldn’t have come here tonight. You knew this reunion was a horrible idea, you hated these people back then and you hated them just as much now.
Well, not all of them.
Not James, you could never hate James. James Bucky Barnes had been the only one who made your college years somewhat bearable, not that he was ever aware of that fact.
You’d had a crush on him all through college and you never had the guts to tell him. He didn’t even know you existed.
H-hi if it's not t-too much to ask can I have the RFA + saeran and v reacting to an MC crying and calling herself fat because she can't fit into her jeans anymore because of her huge belly bump? Cause ya know hormones? Thx bb ^^
I might add Saeran and V later to this but after writing the RFA I’m wiped out haha! I wasn’t quite sure what kind of belly bump you meant? Like pregnancy or period bloating or regular bloating or stress induced weight-gain idk any number of reasons our bodies do weird shit to absolutely ruin our days so I didn’t specify lol hope that’s alright!~
He’s super flustered at first because he doesn’t really know how to react???
Knee-jerk reaction is to run for advice from his mom or sister
Has his phone in his hand ready to dial, but he also doesn’t want to leave you alone
So he shoves it back in his pants pocket
Brings you tissues and sits next to you
Rubs your back
He just stays really quiet but is there for you and lets you cry it out
Pulls your head into his chest a bit
If you call yourself fat his brows are knitting together in that classic Yoosung Angry Face™ and he will scold you immediately
“Stop it. Don’t talk about the person I love like that. Not only does it hurt you…but it hurts me, too. You’re perfect any way you are. And that’s that.”
He easily keeps a cool head as soon as you burst into tears
But he holds your hand
“Shh, calm yourself… Stop crying and then explain to me what the problem is.”
Once you explain to him about your pants, a small smile creeps on to his face
Although he thinks its absolutely ridiculous, it’s still cute that you’re worried about something so trivial
“Is that all?”he gingerly sweeps the hair from your face with a light chuckle. “It’s just pants. If it means that much to you, I’ll have them re-tailored. I’ll buy you a whole closet full of brand new pants that fit you perfectly, if that’s what you want.”
“It’s…not about the pants, Jumin.”
He’s a bit confused until you explain to him how you feel about your weight
He kisses the hand he is holding before making you look in his eyes
“I don’t see that at all,” he says seriously. “Your appearance doesn’t concern me. I love everything about you. Now, and forever.”
When he stumbled upon you crying, his mouth dropped
*makes that little ???? sound like his confused emoji in the chat room*
Tries to…distract himself…from the fact that your pants are just barely over your thighs
Cups your face in his hands and kisses you
That’s basically a cure for anything in Zens eyes
“Why are you crying?” he asks quietly when he sits down on the bed next to you
It makes sense once you explain it to him
He works with actresses and actors who are constantly worried about their appearance and weight
And even he has to keep an eye on himself
But it hit a particularly painful part of him to see the person he cherishes most crying over something like that
“Screw these pants, then!”
Zen rips them off of you and throws them out of the room
Gets down on a knee in front of you as you sit on the edge of the bed, placing a hand to either side of your hips
“That pair of pants doesn’t mean a damn thing. I know. I could take you out to a store right now and you’d be a different ‘size’ in every designer. I see people all the time, killing themselves over a dumb number on a tag. I love everything about you, and it has nothing to do with you being able to button those jeans.”
She could kind of relate
However, it was hard for her to form words enough to comfort you when she saw you crying
For a minute or so she just kinds stood there in the doorway, stoically watching you stare at the jeans
“Ugly.” she finally spoke
“What?” you looked up with a sniffle
“Those jeans. They’re hideous,” she said matter of factly
The random outburst made you actually laugh a bit
“Brunt as usual,” you smiled
“In fact,” she leaned against the door frame, “I was hoping in the next day or so that I could toss them in the trash while you were at work and maybe you wouldn’t notice”
You both began to giggle quietly, and she smiled as you wiped your tears
Glad she could say anything to ease your discomfort and remind you how much she doesn’t care about your jeans or looks
“Well, what are you just sitting there for? Let’s go get some new clothes that actually flatter your beautiful frame. I’ll drive.”
This was surprising
“Wha-?! What happened?!”
He was walking in the hallway eating chips when he heard muffled cries from the bedroom
He immediately took to your side
For a while he just let you cry while he sat close
He wanted badly to pull you in to him but he didn’t think that it was the right time
He nodded and listened to you between sobs
But when you called yourself fat he felt a stab in his heart
You noticed a somber look on his face
“Honestly…I’ve been having the same problem with myself…” he said sadly
“W-what? Really? But…” you wiped your eyes to look at him
“Ya,” he admitted. “I never cared about how much honey buddha chips I ate, but when I couldn’t fit into my pants the other day, I…”
“Hey!” you grabbed his hand, “how could you…I love you! You’re so perfect and-”
Saeyoung looked up with a cheeky grin
“Hah!” he poked your cheek. “See? You love me enough either way. Well, it’s the same for you. Do you see now?”
You slapped his arm lightly for messing with you but you couldn’t help but smile at the realization
“No matter how big, small, old or wrinkly we get,” he continued after giving you a quick innocent kiss, “we are stuck with each other, okay?” he smiled
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Request from @belushtful : Can I request a jay park smut scenario where his mixed(black and white) girlfriend is missing him while she is at home and he is at Aomg making music so later that night they you know. Also the girlfriend is teasing him
Comments: this turned way cuter than I meant it to be, but I hope you like it because I’m crying at this. Also im sorry if it gets choppy, i was writing this and watching teen mom at the same time, so my attention was going back and forth lmao.
I’ve been meaning to talk more about Pancake’s story since I started this tumblr back up. After seeing Heather’s post about “share your animal caretaking accomplishments”, it reminded me & seemed like a good time to write this up. :)
Pancake came to my partner’s hedgehog rescue seriously overweight at 800g. She was renamed from Petunia because…well. She did this -
Granted, I’m small & have short legs, but she was just massive! Her previous owner had loved her a lot, but hadn’t had the time to be very hands-on with her.
We had a lot of trouble enticing her to eat and she started to lose weight. She was very picky about food and was pretty resistant to being changed to anything healthier for her. Unfortunately, this all came to a tipping point around Easter, while I was hedgie-sitting her. She stopped eating completely and needed an emergency vet visit on Easter for sub-q fluids, and to be checked for a URI.
I’d fallen in love with Pancake pretty much the night we met her. I asked my partner if I could keep her & adopt her, because I was in a better position to spend the money on vet bills. So, Pancake was my Easter present!
Unfortunately, the next two months ended up being pretty stressful for everyone.
She ended up with a ringworm infection on her feet and in her toenails.
She didn’t start eating on her own again & I had to regularly syringe-feed her. Further vet visits showed that her liver values were very high and something was going on there. Further tests were inconclusive - the options were either liver cancer or hepatic lipidosis (fatty liver disease or FLD). The vet suggested exploratory surgery and a biopsy to figure out which one it was, since there was no way to tell otherwise.
This was a later picture of her surgery incision, where it was getting more healed up! She came through surgery fine, though we had a rough first couple nights where she was having a little more trouble with pain than we’d expected. Lots of hedgie & hedgie-mama crying! She improved after that though and we waited for the biopsy results to come in. They confirmed that it was hepatic lipidosis, due to her not eating enough and losing weight too quickly.
At this point, I’d been syringe-feeding this little-big girl 3-4 times a day for over a month, I think. I was starting to think she was never going to eat on her own again. But just when the vet and I were discussing the feasibility of putting a feeding tube in a hedgehog…..
She decided that her syringe-feeding mix was the Best Thing Ever! She was climbing into the bowl to eat! I insisted on continuing to help some because she was better at getting the food all OVER her instead of inside her, but this was the point where we finally had hope for her again. The relief was overwhelming! And because it’s one of the cutest pictures I’ve taken of her, here she is waiting for Mom to get her for mealtime -
It took at least another month to wean her off of the syringe-feeding mix and find a commercial wet food that she could be convinced to eat. But things were uphill from there!
Just over a year later, she is still one of my proudest accomplishments (though she did most of the work!) and she makes me smile constantly. I will never get tired of seeing how much she loves to eat now - she’ll come out of her sleeping spot and be waiting impatiently for me if I’m late with their dinner! She’s still very picky, but I’ve found a number of extra treats she’ll eat, like mealworms, superworms, dubia roaches, and raw meat grinds.
With being a healthy weight and recovered from all of her major health issues, she’s become one of the most personable hedgies I’ve met. She loves to snuggle and sleep on me, totally out in the open.
We’d discovered during the months before her illness that she actually likes belly rubs and they’ll put her to sleep sometimes!
She still likes to dig in her food while she eats, and creates a horrible mess! So I gave up and just started giving her little fleece place mats that I can change out. And on the plus side, she also likes to clean her own paws, which is the cutest thing I’ve EVER seen. At some point, I’ll have to get a video of it uploaded! For now, here’s a still from one of the videos.
I hope you enjoyed Pancake’s story! :) I think she’s really special and I love her a lot. She’s currently about 3.5 years old and I hope I get to have her around for at least a couple more years! ♥
I wrote this fic for @inknose who has been my Yuri on Ice enabler for a few weeks now and I love Yuri on Ice, which as we all know saved 2016, cleared up my skin, paid my taxes for me, and restored my faith in humanity… It’s Otabek and Yurio and IDK I’m new here and I love everyone on this rink ok bye!!! (~1200 words.)
Serious Young Man
The first time Yuri Plisetsky
sends Otabek a picture of a cat, Otbaek wonders if it’s a mistake. Was this
image meant for him? What is its meaning?
That is a cat, Otabek
Yuri agrees: Yeah.
Yuri Plisetsky is fond of cats.
When he sees one on the street, his face changes, and it takes him longer than
usual to realize it, to change it back. When he pets one, his shoulders relax.
Now, he’s sharing pictures of them
with Otabek. Only one picture.
Your brain registered the latter as you came awake slowly.
Opening your eyes, you blinked a couple of times to bring your surroundings into focus.
Your cheek was resting on cold steel. You could feel the shredded ends of your shirt tickling your sides. They had cut or ripped it open so your back was bare. You tired to move the rest of your body, but found that you were secured by heavy chains.
You turned your head at the sound of Fury’s voice. He was standing near the open cell door, Tony and Bruce standing behind him. You croaked a laugh out of your dry throat.
“Did you give your faithful dogs a nice treat for their capture?” you asked Nick.
Bruce’s eyes flashed white as he smirked at you. “You’re not in any position to mock, little sister.”
Tony walked closer to you, bending down to lay his palm flat on your back. Pushing hard on the muscles, he made your wings appear. You jumped when he pulled a feather out.
He twirled the diamond white tip in your face, “What would you do without these pretty wings?”
You felt panic settle in your belly, bile rising in your throat. Trying to hide your fear, you looked at Fury, “You know they will come for you, no matter the outcome here.”
Nick pulled open his white trench coat and fished around in the inside pocket. You watched as he pulled out a large needle and a jar of glittery white ink. He handed them to Bruce who approached the table you were lying on.
So, here we are again! Hope you like this new one shot! I must admit I have so much fun writing stories like this with our Rami! I think he’ll be a very good father and I can’t wait to see little baby Maleks! Feedbacks are welcomed and appreciated!!! <3 H, hope you like it, too! xoxo
Word count : 1,912
“I want a
baby.” Rami said one night as we both made ourselves comfortable on the couch,
him watching “The late late show with
James Corden “ while I was reading a magazine. As I heard what he said, I
almost spit the hot cocoa I had taken a gulp of on the ground. My heart pounded
against my chest heavily and I felt my hands become a little sweaty. I felt
very surprised because he confronted me with something so unexpected.
Especially in the situation he was now. His career had made a huge jump to
success and every director wanted to work with him from now on. So how could he
even have time for a baby?
I made contact with his eyes, laying the
magazine on the table in front of me. Rami looked at me expectantly, his face
turned to seriousness in one second. I also could notice a little bit of
insecurity in his beautiful green eyes, but I didn’t know what he was so afraid
of. “Can you tell me that again, baby?”
I asked him, and moved closer to him to close the gap that was between us. I
took his hands in mine and felt that they were trembling slightly. With I smile
on my face, I tried to calm down the man who was also my husband for two years.
“I want to
have a baby, (Y/N).” Rami repeated, avoiding my gaze as it was something to be
ashamed of which of course was totally nonsense. I forced him to look at me in
the eyes by lifting up his chin. “What changed your mind so rapidly, Rami?” I
questioned. A few months ago, an interviewer asked if children were a part of
his plans in the future but Rami turned it off by telling he wasn’t in a hurry.
And I couldn’t blame him for saying that because I wanted him to concentrate on
his job first.
I wanted to
have kids, yes, I wanted to be a mother so bad. Only the thought of a baby who
resembled Rami made tingles spreading in my whole body. To carry his child was something to be
proud of next to being his wife. My life already changed with entering Rami’s
life but having our own baby would be a new adventure and I was sure of it.
cleared his throat. “I know I said I wasn’t in a rush for children but… I think
I’m ready for being a father. I mean, you remember the last week when we went
to visit Sami and his wife?” I nodded with my head, not very sure what he was
implying to. “I saw the sparkle in your eyes as you saw their daughter again
and how you took care of her. I remember how you looked like when we returned
back home, you tried to hide it but I saw the sadness in your eyes and the
longing for our own children.”
listening to him without any interruptions. I tried hard not to burst into
tears and took a deep breath in. “After that night, I couldn’t stop thinking
about you being pregnant with our own baby. How you would touch your belly only
to assure yourself that our baby was still in there, how you would talk and
sing to him or her, how we would set up its nursery and even go to buy baby
supplies. I want it, I want all that now.” Rami looked at me with utter
conviction, squeezing my hand lightly. “I want to experience morning sickness
with you, I want to hold your hair back when you throw up into our toilet, I
want to experience the joy and happiness in your eyes as you show me the positive
pregnancy test, I’d love to see your baby bump growing every day, and hell I
even want to experience you complaining about everything, back pain, headaches,
no matter what. Please, let’s make a baby.”
The tears I
tried to hold back in vain ran down my cheeks. A huge smile appeared on my face
and leaned closer to his forehead. “What about your career?” I sniffled. “I
mean, will you even have time to raise a child?”
worry about that, (Y/N). I promise I’ll be there for you and for our baby. Nothing
is more important to me than you and our family.”
so, than I’m ready to try.” I breathed against his lips.
murmured before a captured my lips with his to a heated kiss. He lifted me up
and I wrapped my legs around his hips as he carried me to our bed room where
tried to create a new life, made of passion and love.
can’t wait anymore!” I whined, waiting for a result of the pregnancy test. “Why
is it taking so long?”
Rami’s sister and my best friend besides being my sister-in-law, was there to
support me. I missed my period for a long time and was confronted with nausea
every morning. I was suspicious about a pregnancy but I didn’t want to look
forward to it too much. Maybe I was wrong and the pregnancy test was negative.
(Y/N). “ Jasmine said and stroked my arm soothingly. “A few more minutes and
it’ll be done.” I closed my eyes and sighed. Patience was not one of my
strengths and especially now I was going to freak out.
And then I
heard the little sound that saved me. “Okay.” Jasmine said. “Are you ready to
have a look?”
to be honest. What if it’s negative?”
only find out if you look at it.” Jasmine answered.
I nodded my
head, taking the test between my fingers. I was so excited and nervous at the
same time. And as finally took a look, my eyes were filled with tears abruptly.
I whispered and felt my sister-in-law’s arms welcoming me into an embrace.
(Y/N)!” She called, her eyes filling with tears as well and she began to laugh
in joy. “You’ll be a mother! And I’m going to be an aunt! God, I’m so proud of
there for a while, crying and laughing and making plans for the future.
“We need to
tell the others.” Jasmine said. “What about a dinner?” I agreed and we called
my parents and the Malek family to join us tonight and to celebrate the big news.
evening, everybody was gathered at the dining table. “May I have your
attention, please?” I questioned. Everybody was looking at me. “First of all, I
want to thank you for coming tonight. This really means a lot to me even though
nobody knows what’s going on.” I earned some laughter. I turned to my husband.
have something for you.” I said, handing him a little box that I decorated with
a little baby shoes, the pregnancy test and a little card, labeled with “For
expression appeared on his face as he took the box out of my hand.
that for?” he asked, laughing insecurely. Everybody stared at him and the box,
wondering what was in there. And finally, Rami opened the box and his body froze
for a second, his eyes were wide open, also his jaw dropped open.
matter, son?” His dad asked as he saw Rami losing the color in his face for a
Rami mumbled as a response. “The test… it’s positive.” Then he made eye contact
with everyone. “I-I’m going to be a dad.” Everyone stood silent for a moment,
speechless. I turned to my parents and I saw my mom crying and smiling at me.
a baby…” Rami rambled. “I’ll be a dad. We made a baby. Our baby. We… We’re
going to be parents. “ He got up
instantly from his seat and wrapped his arms around me. Right then, everyone
cheered and applauded, sending their congratulations.
going to have a baby, aren’t we?” Rami asked me. I responded with a kiss. “Yes,
we’re going to be parents.”
“I love so
much you, (Y/N).” He kissed me again.
“I love you
so much more.”
Malek! Tell your son he should stop kicking!” I whined. I was very close to my
due date and the baby inside me had been more active than before. The closer we
got the more I became nervous. I was afraid to be honest. I knew I was going to
be confronted with lots of pain but it would be worth it. As soon as I held my
baby in my hands, everything would be fine.
me on the couch, wrapping his arms around my belly, stroking it. “Hey buddy!”
He cooed. “Stop hurting mummy, please. She had a very hard day today.” I leaned
my back against his chest, closing my eyes. I was very exhausted and tired and
I was aware that I was facing more sleepless nights and exhaustion. Pregnancy
was no fun. Nothing at all.
“Is it that
what you have imagined?” I asked. I felt him nodding his head and resting his
head on my shoulder.
nine months have been the best I’ve ever had no matter how hard they were. They
always will be special to me and I see more wonderful years ahead us. With you
and me and our little one here.” He said, caressing my belly again. Suddenly,
my baby kicked against me stomach, making his daddy smile. “I can’t wait to
meet him.” He told me.
“I can’t wait
to see him too.” I agreed.
you have a healthy, strong boy.” The doctor wished us as he handed my son over
to me. Rami, who stood next to me, looked at the little infant with admiration
and adoration in his eyes. Finally, our bundle of love was there!
there.” I whispered to my baby. “Welcome to the world.” I earned a little yawn
of my new born son and he wrapped his tiny little fingers around my pointer
finger. I turned to Rami, whose eyes were red from crying and he gave me a kiss
on my lips.
of you.” He whispered into my ear. “Thank you.”
welcome.” I said. “Here, hold him.” He took our son carefully out of my arms
and kissed his soft cheeks.
I’m your daddy. And I’m going to take very good care of you, I promise.”
I wanted to
cry myself as I saw how my husband was interacting with our son. I thanked god
for giving me the perfect soul mate for life and a wonderful little child.
your eyes and your nose.” Rami claimed. I offered him a smile.
exactly like you. “ I said. Like his father, our son had little curls on his
head. “He’s going to be handsome as his father.”
wait to take him home.” Rami admitted. “I’m looking forward for our future,
baby.” He came closer to me and sat down on my bed. “What do we call him?”
answered. “Only if you’re okay with that.”
fine with me.” He weighed our baby back and forth.
Request: Congratulations on your900followers!Could I possibly request something with Sam Winchester?Like pregnant!reader,and she has her babies?Two boys, one girl?Basically it’s her having them and taking them home to the bunker,Cas,Dean,&Mary meeting them?:) by @marygracewinchester
Notes: I’m so soooo sorry for just posting this now… i’m trying to write all the thing i have to write but i have no inspiration. I’m really sorry guys. Oh and sorry about the small gif, was the only one i found. I hope you like the story though :)
“Okay, they will probably be home in two days.” Sam said after hanging up the phone. Dean, Cas and - strange as it may seem - Mary, went to solve an important case a few towns away and you and Sam didn’t go because…well you were 9 months pregnant, and you could go into labor any moment now.
“Great.” You said. “Look, this is super cute.” You pointed at the matching Disney jumpsuits. You two were at the mall, seeing some more baby clothes for the twins you were expecting. One boy and one girl.
“Mickey and Minnie? A little cliché, don’t you think?” He said frowning and you rolled your eyes. He laughed, giving away that he was messing with you. “Adorable, we are taking it.” He said taking the jumpsuits and putting them in the shopping cart. “Oh, look at this.” He said and you laughed when you saw that he was talking about jumpers with little wings in the back.
“Cas would be happy if we took those.” You said with a small smile and he agreed. After a while, you finally went in line to pay, with quite a few clothes, cute toys and stuff like that. Sam always imagined himself in those situations, but never really thought that would actually happen. He was incredibly happy with all of this. With his mother back, you pregnant with twins and especially… with you. He was a better man with you, he knew that.
“Hm…excuse me?” An old lady touched your arm, and you turned and smiled to her. “Sweetie, this is super normal in pregnancy but… your pants are wet.”
“What?” You asked shocked and embarrassed, putting your hands in your tights and noticing that they were in fact humid. What the hell….? Sam suppressed a laugh but immediately positioned himself behind you to cover you. But before you could say anything else, you groaned in pain, putting your hands in your belly.
What. The. Hell.
“(Y/N)?” Sam asked in worry, looking at you a little confused. “What is it?”
“Oh no…” The old woman said and Sam looked at her, already desesperate at this point.
“Oh no what?” He said a little louder than he intented.
“She’s in labor.” She said, and you and him looked at each other with terrified faces.
This was definitely a big ‘OH NO’
“Sammy!” You cried grinding your teeth, feeling like your back was breaking apart.
“Shh, you’re gonna be okay.” He said trying to walk through the hospital along with the stretcher that you were laying down on, which the doctors were quickly pushing towards the labor room. “Just breathe.”
“DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!” You cried before you screamed louder because of another contration. His eyes widened and he looked at the doctor not knowing what to do, and the doctor just struggled. They finally got to the labor room so you could lie in another bed, and immediately Sam went to your side, holding your hand.
“Hey (Y/N)” He said seeing you with tears in your eyes, and sweat in your forehead.
“I’m not going to handle it, oh god…” You said hyperventilating and crying hard.
“Hey, hey, sweetheart, look at me.”He said squeezing your hand harder, and you finally looked into his eyes. He put a strand of your hair behind your ear, gently rubbing your cheek with his thumb. “You can do this, okay? We can do it. We’re having a baby, just relax, I will be here by your side the entire time. You’re so strong (Y/N)…” He said with heart eyes and you smiled a little bit. He bent down whispering this part in your ear. “You can fight monsters, demons, the devil himself. Twins? It gonna be easy.” He said and you smiled more. “I love you.”
And you wanted to answer that with words. You really did. But another contraction started and Sam understood your loud scream as an “I love you too.”
“Okay, push!” The doctor ordered.
You were crying, sweating and incredibly tired. Two and a half hours. You’d been in labor work for two and a half hours already. The boy, Ash, was already clean and wrapped in a blanket, but the girl… well, she insisted in not getting out. Sam was crying too, mostly because of the emotion of the birth of his first child, but also because of all the emotions of the situation. He was in so much anguish from seeing you in so much pain, and this time, there was nothing he could do about it.
“Okay and she’s….” The doctor said and they waited for another cry. “…Out, okay here she is daddy” The doctor said handing Jo in Sam’s arm. Of course you two agreed on those names in honor of your loving friends that unfortunaly weren’t around anymore. He smiled looking at his little girl, and showed her to you making you smile and cry hard.
“We did it sweetie.” He said giving you a chaste kiss when a nurse got Jo from Sam’s arms.
“Okay, prepare yourself (Y/N), the other boy is coming.” The doctor said and you and Sam looked at each other with wide eyes.
“Wait, what?” You mentally thanked Sam for saying it out loud for you. The doctor slowly looked up to you and frowned when he saw your desesperate faces.
“Hm…. You know you’re having triplets right?” The doctor said and you gasped. Sam looked about to pass out and you… you just didn’t process that information.
“Excuse me? She’s expecting twins.” Sam said with a nervous laugh. When you discovered it was going to be two, you freaked out but figured you’d have to make it work. But now… with three?? Three kids?
“Two babies! Just two…AHH” You started but was interrupted when another contraction hit you.
It was triplets.
"This is your fault you know.” You said looking with a sweet smile at your three babies sleeping in the cribs next to your bed and Sam huffed looking at you with a small smile.
“How this is my fault?” He said looking back to the triplets still hypnotized with them.
“It was your sperm.” You said and he laughed as loudly as he could without waking them up.
“Shhh don’t say that in front of the kids.” He said messing with you and you rolled your eyes. He was sitting in the bed you were resting, holding your hand. “We still need a name though."
"We could call him Kevin…” You suggested remembering the small guy you all missed so much.
“I would like that, but… I’d feel strange calling a baby Kevin.” He said and you sighed relieved.
“I’m glad you think the same way.” You said with a small laugh and he laughed too.
“I like the name Tom.” He said with a smile looking at the third boy and you raised your eyebrows.
“I like that. Like, a lot.” You said to him and he smiled.
“Tom is it.” He said squeezing your hand and giving you a chaste kiss. “Ash, Jo and Tom. Our kids….”
“A little surreal right?” You said and he nodded. “I’m fucking happy Sam.”
“Okay, we will really need to work on your vocabulary around the kids.” He said and you both laughed.
Sam pushed your wheelchair through the hospital with his right hand, and with his left one carried Jo in a hand baby carriage while a nurse pushed the twins’ baby cart with Tom and Ash. Unfortunately, Dean, Cas and Mary couldn’t arrive in time. They were driving back to the bunker non stop, but they were still a day away. A shame, because they were the most important people on both of your lives and they weren’t there, and of course, help would be more than welcome now that you had… Three babies to take care of. Although they thought it was only two, you and Sam agreed that it would be fun to make a little surprise for them.
“Finally home.” You said sighing relieved when you got out of the garage and Sam agreed. You were both really tired, you just needed a hot shower. With Sam’s help, you slowly walked towards your room, while he went to the babies’ room to put them on their cribs. For your luck, non of them woke up.
“Hey…” He said with a small smile laying down on the bed next to you with the electronic nanny in his hands.
“Hey there.” You said lazily putting your hand in his cheek while he circled your waist with his arm. Although your belly was still a little swollen, it was nice to be in Sam’s arms without a giant belly separating you two.
“Want to take a shower?” He asked giving you a chaste kiss and you sighed tiredly.
“I really do, but I will wait until Dean arrives. I can’t leave you alone with those three.” You said with a small laugh and he agreed closing his eyes.
“Try to sleep babe, if I need you I’ll wake you up.” He said kissing your forehead and getting out of the bed.
“Where are you going?” You asked already sleepy and fighting to keep your eyes open.
“I will watch TV to keep me awake. Sleep darling, you need to rest.” He said and you agreed already entering a deep sleep.
“(Y/N)…” You heard Sam’s voice and felt his hand on your shoulder. “(Y/N)…” You slowly opened your eyes and saw him with Tom in his arms. A crying Tom. Okay, you had to get used to it. You sat up and he put Tom in your arms for you to feed him.
“The others didn’t wake up?” You asked looking at the small person in your arms.
“No…” He was interrupted by a loud noise, the bunker door. “Dean arrived.”
“Go greet them, they must be excited to see us.” You said and Sam agreed going out of the room.
“What the heck…?” Sam whispered when he saw his brother, his mom and Cas walking down the stairs with giant bags of the baby store where your water broke. “What is all of this guys?” Sam asked laughing a little taking one bag from his mother arms.
“I could ask you the same thing Sammy!” Dean exclaimed when he got down the stairs, throwing the bags on the table. “We got here and a truck was parked in front of the Bunker and they said this was all a present for you and (Y/N) because of what happened!” Dean said going up the stairs again to get more bags from the trunk.
“Holy crap.” Sam said laughing a little while Mary and Cas hugged him.
“What happened in that store?” Mary asked.
“Oh, about that…” Sam said realizing that he just forgot to tell that detail. “(Y/N)’s water broke in the middle of the store.”
“Oh god” Mary said shocked.
“Yeah…” Sam said. “But now we got one hundred clothes from there, apparently.”
“Where’s (Y/N)? I wanna see her.” Cas asked anxiously.
“In the room, Tom just woke up.”
“Congratulations bro.” Dean said finally hugging Sam after he finished taking the others bags from the truck and Sam smiled. “But wait… Tom? I thought that you agreed on Jo and Ash.”
Sam didn’t say anything, just smiled and lead his family to where you and Tom were.
“They’re here.” Sam said to you when he entered and you smiled to everybody.
“Hey sweetheart….” Dean said entering your room, giving you a kiss on the forehead and running his finger through Tom’s head. “He’s beautiful…”
“So small…” Mary said hyptonized with her nephew in your arms. “Are you okay (Y/N)? The labor was rough?”
“A little bit…” You said exchanging funny looks with your husband, they still didn’t know about the triplets. “But I’m okay now.”
“He’s blessed (Y/N)” Cas said touching Tom’s head and giving you a sweet smile. “I’m glad we finally got to meet the babies.”
“You want to meet Jo?” Sam asked and everybody nooded. “Let’s go then.”
“Give me Tom (Y/N), so you can take a shower.” Sam continued and you smiled putting your son in his arms, and Dean helped you to get up. They went to the babies room and Dean slowly opened the door.
“Sam… why are there three cribs?” Cas asked confused and Sam opened a smile.
“Surprise!” You said appearing behind Sam, putting your hand in his back, and the three of them looked with eyes and mouth wide open towards you.
“You’re kidding right?” Dean asked, slowly opening a smile. “Triplets?!”
“We didn’t know either until labor.” You said struggling.
“And we decided to make a surprise for you guys.” Sam said and Mary started laughing looking with heart eyes at Ash and Jo.
“Three kids? Oh god, it’s going to be hard work.” Mary said. “And we’re going to help you guys in everything you need.”
“They are adorable.” Dean said picking up Jo in his arms when she opened her eyes. Dean, as much as he denied it, was father material and everyone that saw him with a baby could see this.
“Can I pick Ash?” Cas said and you nodded with a smile, showing him the right way to do it. But seconds later, he made a strange face leaving all of you confused.
“What’s up man?” Sam asked and he looked up at the both of you.
“I think he needs a new diaper.” Cas said and you all laughed. Yeah, he and the boys will need to learn how to change one diaper for now on.
I was talking with @bitchfromtheseventhhell about how Jon is hyperaware of social status and acts accordingly, even at the Wall. This rings especially true in his relationships with women. With women of higher or stronger social status than him, Jon is respectful, defers to them, and doesn’t presume to rule them. This is true for his relationships with Catelyn, Val, Selyse, Alys, Sansa, Arya and even Ygritte who despite being a wildling, had known her in context where she wielded significant social power over him (Jon was the outsider who had to prove himself; Ygritte was trusted by the wildlings without question). He tends to offer them terms that benefits them and doesn’t step on their toes. In other words, he doesn’t try to rule them. In Ygritte’s case, he does ultimately “betray” her, after being forced into a relationship with her for the sake of his survival, but it’s an action that haunts him after.
In fact, there’s really only one prominent female character in Jon’s story that is of a lower social standing than him, and that’s Gilly post her flight from Craster.
I wanted to write just a couple key moments in bugheads life! Enjoy guys! It’s a long one, better grab some popcorn!
“I have no idea.” F.P said defeated, throwing his hands in the air and looking helplessly at his son, who was staring at himself in the mirror with the same confused look in his eyes.
“It’s impossible. This is not humanly possible.” Jughead Mumbled as his fingers toyed with his shirt collar and he tugged restlessly.
“It’s satans work is what it is.” F.P growled pulling the offending object from his neck and chucking it at the door, unfortunately Betty chose that moment to walk in and was hit square in the face by the dark blue silk tie.
“Oh!” She said surprised, holding the garment in her hand and smiling at the boys in front of her. “Thankyou?” She asked.
“Sorry Betty Blue Eyes, you got caught up in the middle of a fight between me and that jerk.” F.p grabbed the tie from her hands and squeezed her shoulder smiling warmly at his favorite little lady.
“No problem.” She laughed “having a little trouble?” She glanced behind F.P at Jughead and he smiled shyly, putting his hands up and shrugging as his tie lay limp around his neck
“This is not a simple tie Ms.Cooper, it is the tie to end all ties” he held it out to her and she rolled her eyes
“My apologies, here let me help”
Betty’s hands expertly twisted around F.Ps neck and within seconds his tie was perfectly done and she was moving to stand by Jughead as F.P stared at her in amazement
“You are a lifesaver little one” he plopped down on the couch and stared at the two teens before him.
Betty was standing before Jughead as Jughead leaned into the blondes hands and took up her space
“How are you feeling?” She whispered as she tugged on his shirt collar, her fingers gently passing his neck. Today was F.Ps final court appearance and the judge would decide if he had jail time or just community service
“Nervous. Nervous but ready.” He said, his hands moving to gently rest on her waist. Betty had been there through all of it, she had sat beside him at every court date, held his hand as he visited his father, and she had been in the passenger seat the day they had made bail, now she was here for the end and he didn’t think he could do it without her.
“I’ve got faith.” She smiled and gently tugged his tie straight. He looked down at her and prayed that she could read his mind, that she could tell just how much her being there meant to him, just how grateful he was for her. He dropped a kiss to her lips but quickly pulled back when he saw the bright flash go off beside him.
“What?” The older man held up the Polaroid proudly “its for the grandchildren. You’ll thank me when you’re older.”
Betty shook her head and giggled, grabbing the truck keys and smiling
“Alright boys, onward and upward and into the jaws of death.”
The two Jones boys shook their heads and smiled. Betty Cooper was something else.
“It doesn’t matter mom, it wasn’t meant to last, you knew it, I knew it, he knew it. We were just fooling ourselves. If Veronica stops by tell her I’ll be over tonight. I just… I need..” as Betty’s eyes filled with tears, she shook her head quickly and ran up the stairs, slamming her door as she collapsed into sobs on her bedroom floor.
Alice placed a hand to her heart, her daughter was in pain and it physically hurt her to see the normally bubbly blonde revert back to her old ways. She hadn’t seen Betty this upset since sophomore year. Taking a deep breathe she moved to start up the stairs when a pounding on her front door stopped her in her tracks
“Ms. Cooper! Please! Ms. Cooper, you have to let me in! Please let me explain! Please!” Jughead was pleading with her from the opposite side of the door, opening it slowly she was met face to face with her daughters absolutely frazzled boyfriend. Jughead beanie was missing and the flannel he wore was buttoned completely wrong, while his suspenders hung unclipped at his side, his dark waves were a mess.
“Oh thank god” he mumbled, rushing into the household “she doesn’t understand that she’s all i want, she doesn’t know how much she means to me, I don’t care about any of those fancy names or big places, all I want is her, I shouldn’t have said some of the things I said but she’s just so stubborn ya know? I mean I…” he was cut off by the quick and heavy footsteps sprinting down the stairs
“Stubborn?! I’m stubborn?! Have you looked in the mirror recently? I’m just trying to stop you from making the biggest mistake of your life! I’m so sorry for trying to help you!” She shouted in his face, pushing past her mother and standing toe to toe. Alice Cooper stood frozen in her spot.
“Don’t you get it?! You are my life! You’re everything to me. I don’t care about any stupid acceptance letters or big name schools, I want to be wherever you are! My publicist doesn’t care where I’m located, I can write my books from anywhere!” He was begging her but she shook her head.
“I’m not leaving Riverdale Jughead, my family is here, pollys here, baby jayjay is here. They have a great elementary education program at Riverdale Community. I’m staying here. But you! There’s a whole world for you to see out there! I love you and I’ll miss you so much but I cannot be the reason you miss out on seeing the world!” Tears were falling freely down her cheeks now and he placed his palms on either side of her face
“You are my world! Everything I want is right here. I love you. I love Riverdale, if this is where you want to stay, this is where we’ll stay. My dads here, and Jellybean comes here every summer, this is my home too. My home is wherever you are! My first book is already doing so well I can afford to get us an apartment! Don’t you want to be with me?” He wiped at her tears as his own built in his eyes
“Of course I do! I love you. I just don’t… I don’t want you to hate me.. to resent me with time.” Her eyes dropped and he shook his head
“I love you. I could never hate you. I would follow you anywhere, you’re just saving me a trip.” He smiled when he heard her quietly giggle and he pressed his lips to hers
“Wherever you go I’m right beside you okay?” He asked as she nodded
Suddenly the couple was blinded by a bright light and looked up find Alice Cooper standing before them with a digital camera in her hands
“That was beautiful! I’m an old woman let me live vicariously through your love” she snapped a few more as Betty and Jughead rolled their eyes before both posing goofily for the camera.
She laughed as F.P swung her around the dance floor, sending her poofy white dress flying as he lifted her off her feet before placing her back on the ground and holding her by the waist.
“So how does it feel to officially be a jones?” He asked as they slow danced to the familiar father daughter track.
“Long overdue I’d say” she giggled as he puffed his chest out proudly. “Thank you for walking me down the aisle, I invited my dad to the reception but…” she trailed off looking around sadly.
F.p shook his head, Hal Cooper was an absolute idiot, that he was certain of.
“No Betty, Thankyou. You saved my life. You saved my sons life and I can’t repay you for that, you stuck by him through it all, and I know what a tough son of a bitch he can be.” Betty giggled
“Hey that’s my husband you’re talking about!” She smiled brightly.
“You’re decision not mine” the older man teased, spinning Betty around “anyway. I couldn’t ask for a better daughter in law, so thank you for saving both of us.” Betty wiped at her tears as F.P let his freely fall
“Are you making my wife cry on our wedding day?” The familiar timber of Jugheads voice caused them both to smile. F.p gently shoved Betty into his sons arms and took Alice by the hand
“We’re bonding.” He shrugged before moving to the center of the dance floor, Alice laughing the whole way.
“What was that all about Mrs.Jones?” Jughead asked slightly concerned at her tears.
Looking up at her husband, Betty smiled happily
“Nothing at all Mr. Jones.” He beamed as he dropped a kiss to her lips
“This way you two!”
Veronica called from beside them, she held her camera up and motioned for them to smile as she snapped the picture. Veronica took photos fro fashion magazines all over the world and as Betty’s bridesmaid she demanded she also be the Wedding photographer. Looking up at Jughead as he stared lovingly down at her, she ignored the bright flash of the camera and stared deep into her brand new husbands eyes.
“Oh no.” She stood in front of the mirror.
Jughead came running out of the bathroom
“Oh no what?!” He asked frantically, reaching for the bag by the bed.
“I look like a whale.” Betty said blandly, still staring at her reflection in the mirror “might as well call sea world, who needs a book launch, I’ll just start a new career as the first pregnant whale to speak English.” She pouted as she tugged on the skin tight black dress, pulling her nude heel over her foot.
Jughead bit his lip to keep from laughing, tonight was the launch of their very first book as co authors, it had gone over so well that they were already number five on the New York Times Best Seller List. Apparently the concept of a couple writing a book together did very well for sales and they were already sky rocketing, Us Weekly had actually written a two page spread on the “Small Town Star Crossed lovers.” Unfortunately Betty was six months Pregnant and all belly, she seemed to gain no weight anywhere else and as a first grade teacher she was used to flowy sundresses and flats. The stylist had picked out a tight dress and high heels, she looked absolutely amazing to Jughead but apparently the mirror said something else.
“You look beautiful. Too beautiful to even argue” he wrapped his hands around her waist and rubbed her baby belly.
“Really?” She wasn’t one to be vain but hey, pregnancy really does things to your self confidence.
“ absolutely.” He pressed a kiss to the shell of her ear and felt her shudder. Oh yes.
“Alright who’s ready for pictures!” Kevin came into the room and waved his tablet around. Oh did I mention? Kevin was the Jones family manager.
Jughead rolled his eyes and smiled goofily at Kevin as Betty stuck her tongue out
Kevin snapped the picture and in a dull, unamused voice exclaimed
Jughead smiled down at his wife and bent down to press a kiss to her tummy for good luck
“You got it daddy.” She giggled.
“Ma! Come here!”
Betty came barreling down the stairs, her ten month old daughter , Lila, snuggled against her chest
“What’s the matter Cody?!” She looked him up and down for any damage
“Chill mom, I just wanted to know what this was.” The nine year old boy held up the dark blue album and handed it to her, gently taking Lila in his arms and pressing a kiss to her forehead. Betty smiled at the scene in front of her as she ruffled her sons dark waves.
“This is Mine and your dads, it’s our memories.” She opened the album and began flipping through the pages, pointing out pictures and telling the story that went along with each one, Cody was in hysterics and Lila had fallen back asleep.
“Dad really wore that beanie everyday?” He asked, wiping his eyes from laughter
“Yeah well you wear your burger boxers everyday to school.”
Both Betty and Cody turned around at the familiar voice, Jughead stood against the door frame, arms crossed and grinning.
“It’s different! Not everyone can see them! How did you even land mom! She was like… well.. no offense mom but you were a babe and dad… not so much!”
“Oh no offense mom? What about no offense dad?” He walked forward and started tickling his son who began laughing like crazy and grabbing at his dads hands, Lila woke up and stirred reaching her arms out for her older brother
“I’ll go feed her! Then I’m going to go play basketball with Jason Andrews, next door.” Cody gently grabbed his baby sister and led her to the kitchen.
Jughead plopped down beside his wife and draped an arm over her shoulders, staring down at the album
“How did I land you?” He asked, gently nuzzling her neck as she stretched.
“Right back at you Romeo.” She dropped her lips to his.
I think, as he is the oldest, he would be happy to start a future with you. He knows that it’ll be hard in fact that he is an idol, but he can’t imagine a better person to be the mother of his child. So when he found the positive test in your bag while searching for the car keys, he would be very happy. He would go to you and hug you from behind, while telling you how much he loves you and that you don’t need to be scared of it.
“We will be great parents. And now go and sit on the couch, I’m going to cook for the three of us.”
Suga just wants one child. And I think this fits his character. Like Namjoon, he wants to build a family “after” his career, to have time for you. When he accidentally found the test in the wastebin, he would just proceed with what he did before. He wouldn’t tell you that he knows it and would may go back to the studio, to think about it. He would come home very late, since there was so many he needed to think about and when he finally arrived at the bedroom, he saw you curled up and hugging a pillow. He smiled and started to think about how the things will be when there’s a third person around, and suddenly he could see you three laying there, cuddling and sleeping. He changed his clothes and hugged you from behind, still smiling. He would wait till you’ll tell him and would support you all the time.
*You’re going to be a great mother. And maybe…I’ll be a good dad too.*
I think Namjoon is someone who wants childen “after” his career. He would want to spent every minute with them, without being on tour or at a photoshoot. So he was very surprised when his plans got thrown over. He wasn’t sure if he was ready, but when he saw you in the doorframe, your expression was warm and also tensed, he knew that it doesn’t matter anymore. He saw you and he knew, you were the mother of his child and he would protect his little family.
“Let’s just hope that clumsiness isn’t heritable..”
Total escalation. Like really. When he found your test, he would burst into tears even without knowing the result. He would be so emotional and he wouldn’t be the one looking for you, you would go to him when you heard the strange noises from the bathroom. When you opened the door, a crying Hoseok would hug you. You would stroke his bag and try to calm him, but he can’t since he’s so happy. Of course he knows that it’s going to be hard, but the two of you managed so many hard things and he don’t has any worries that you could be too young.
“Why didn’t you called me earlier?! I wasn’t prepared…”
Jimin came home earlier, since their practise wasn’t as long as expected. When he saw the test on your table, his first thought was, that he dreamed. You came out of the bathroom, a towel around your torso, when you saw him. When he heard you, he turned and made eye contact with you. You couldn’t read his expression. He slowly walked over to you, still looking into your eyes. When he was centimeters away from you he stopped and asked you:”Is it true?”. You just nodded and he slowly got on his knees. He laid is hands around your stomach and neared his face. When his nose almost touched it, he smiled and kissed your belly before he stood up again and hugged you. He knew there will be things to discuss, but for the moment he was the happiest person alive.
“I love you, you both.”
Everyone knows how much Tae loves kids. I mean, he wants 5, so you can’t start early enough, don’t you? He is a bit naive, but he would freak out, when he found your pregnancy test in the wastebin. He would directly run to you, lift you up and spin you around.
“Why didn’t you tell me? We need to tell mom and dad. And the others must know. And we need to celebrate that. Jagii, we’re going to be parents.”
Jungkook wouldn’t know how to react. He didn’t thought about being a father, he was almost a child himself and he don’t thinks about himself as a father. At least not now, in the middle of his career as an idol. When he found the positive test, he would freeze. Soo many thoughts would fill his mind and when he heard your shocked squeal as you saw him with the test, he would slowly turn in your direction. You bowed your head, waiting for him to say something, but he just came over to you and hugged you.
“I don’t know how, but we will make it. I will support you however I can. And when I need to grow up, than I will.”
✄Summary: You move into a new house… A new haunted house. Haunted by an sensual evil spirit named Yoongi.
A/n: Inspired by: “Broken - Lund”
The house had potential, it was very large and had a charm to it. I liked it but none of my friends or family did, claiming they felt uncomfortable in the house once I moved it.
I ignored them, and started on doing small renovations here and there, changing things to my liking. The house soon came to become something I’d seen out of a magazine or on some tv show.
The place was perfect. After many sleepless nights from changing things about the house it was soon to be one month since I moved into the house.
It was perfect.
I sat with my orange juice reading my favorite book at the time, in front of a window that let in a breeze that passed by once in a while. It was a sunny day, the birds sitting on the window and eating from the bird feeder.
I sipped from my glass and set it down, accidentally dropping it on the ground. I groaned in annoyance “My mother gave me that glass damnit.” I placed my book on the small table and rushed to the kitchen to fetch paper towels.
I ran back and was shocked to see the once broken glass or orange juice on the ground gone. The glass was filled with juice and fixed all in one piece.
My eyes grew in size, “I could’ve sworn it was-it broke. I swear!” I tried to rationalize with myself, but then brushed it off as me just seeing things.
A few days later I was watching tv in the living room, the classic 50 shades of grey was playing. A sex scene played on the screen.
I felt my cheeks heat up slightly, it was interesting to see such an act. I felt the blanket on my legs slide off slightly and fingertips trace the lace on my panties. I looked down to see a figure, a man his eyes as dark as night but his skin a contrasting white. His eyes were shaped like crescent moons, they pierced my soul. It didn’t help that he had two large horns on his head.
I felt so scared I couldn’t move, I was paralyzed, my body wouldn’t work as much as I was yelling at it to. It didn’t.
The figure-man-demon-thing looked at me in such a sensual way I felt instantly attracted to him. He said something but it was so soft I almost didn’t hear it, “I want to undress you.” His voice was so low and deep my panties damped.
I finally found my voice to yell out and run from the house with my phone in hand, calling my mom to come and get me.
I hadn’t been back to the house in 3 days. It gave me anxiety knowing that creature might be there still, it makes me feel like I’m constantly being watched.
“Maybe you should get a cleansing done on the house before you go back.” My mom recommended. And I agreed, next thing I know there’s a spiritual healer setting down crystals, burning incense, telling me what to do to have positive energy in the house.
“There is definitely a certain energy in your bedroom, I feel a strong mans presence in there. It’s like he’s just lying on the bed waiting for you. He’s very sensual, he waits for you everyday.” She tells me.
My jaw dropped “Are you serious?” I start, “A few days ago I had something that happened to me that freaked me out badly, there was this man that laid on top of me, he was touching my legs and such. He had very dark eyes, pale skin and horns…” My eyes were so wide, because I never told her about feeling any presence in the house.
She looked over to me, “He’s very kind but won’t allow you to leave his embrace, he only wants you.” She sighed, holding a crystal up to the air and saying a few things. “He won’t hurt you unless you hurt him. He keeps saying he just wants you.” She puts the crystal down on a counter and tells me to never move the crystals then leaves with a smile, waving kindly.
I rubbed my arm shyly, knowing that someone was watching everything I did. I was a very self conscious person who didn’t like attention, I preferred to be alone. I walked silently to my room, and felt his presence.
It was definitely strong, like a mans presence. I sat on the end of the bed, looking around to see if anything would happen. After a bit of waiting the presence felt closer, as if it was right beside me, so I began to ask questions.
“What’s your name?” I asked quietly, as if I would scare it away if I talked any louder. And almost immediately I heard a deep voice say “Yoongi.” I got goosebumps all over my body, the voice was so clear and distinct I could make it out as the voice from a few days ago.
“Why are you here?” The questions went on. “I live here.” Yoongi responded, his voice was so loud it was like he was an actual person. “Why don’t you show yourself?”
“It’s sometimes hard to fleet between worlds darling.” His answer sent chills down my spine I visibly shook. “You ask a lot of questions, it’s cute how curious you are.”
“Well, I’m sorry for asking so many, but why do you want me?” I asked hesitantly, I folded my hands in my lap waiting for an answer, anything. “Because you’re to pretty to resist.”
And then and there the figure appeared right in front of me, my eyes trailed up his tall figure until it landed on his eyes. I gulped, scooting back onto the bed further away from him. “Don’t be scared, I wouldn’t hurt you. As long as you never leave me.” He smiled flashing two sharp fangs.
I nodded not wanting to piss him off, the things he could do to be ran through my head at once. “What are you?” My last question seemed to make him smile, as he began to move closer to me till he was hovering over my body.
His dark eyes held no life in them, his lips held no color along with the rest of him. “I-my dear-am a incubus. I feed off sexual encounters with humans. It’s what keeps me alive.” Yoongi smiled.
My first thought was another question “W-will you kill me?” My voice shook so hard I couldn’t believe he heard me. Yoongi shook his head, “Not unless you give me a reason to.”
I let out a breathe I didn’t know I was holding, closing my eyes to register what was happening.
I opened them again and saw how handsome he actually was.
I poked his shoulder to see if my hand would go through him or not. Surprised that it didn’t I jumped back. “He’s real.” Repeatedly went through my head.
“Of course I’m real.”
I screamed so loud it scared him, I started to cry so scared I didn’t know what to do. I felt like a helpless child crying.
“Don’t be so loud.” He put his hand over my mouth, him now straddling my hips. I furrowed my eyebrows.
He smirked down at me, “Don’t be so surprised at these type of things if you’re going to live here. I’m going to be here till you leave baby doll.”
I nodded, not being able to find my voice right away. “C-could you at least not watch me showering… And could you also just stay visible? I’m kind of freaked out that you’d be wondering around invisible…” I pleaded.
He thought about it for a bit, “No can do princess. I’ll do as I please and come as I go. And I definitely can’t miss out on you showering, it’s the high light of my day.” He winked before leaning down to kiss my cheek.
“I’ll let you calm down for today, since you’re so shaken up. But I’ll be back tomorrow, don’t miss me to much.” And with that he was gone.
The day goes on with no other sign of him. It’s oddly quiet in the big house and it’s making me nervous. I’m always on edge, waiting for something to happen.
Nothing ever did happen for the rest of the day, but the night was a completely different story.
I turned off the lights in my room and laid in my bed, getting comfortable before trying to fall asleep. After countless tosses and turns I laid still on my back with my eyes open. Sleep wouldn’t be coming to me any time soon.
I felt something wrap around my ankle and pull so hard my ankle popped. I screamed and scrambled out of bed looking around for the culprit. My ankle wasn’t hurt surprisingly. I saw a black fog in front of me. I waved my hand and it went through the fog.
Suddenly Yoongi appears with his eyes in crescent moons and his mouth forming an evil grin. “Got you.” He laughed so hard he doubled over holding his stomach while we fell onto my bed.
“What the hell!?” I yelled, my cheeks tinted with red, “You could’ve broken my fucking ankle!” My face scrunched up and my eyes wanted to shed tears. My anger got the best of me and I charged at him.
Before I could even pounce on him he disappeared I fell face first into the bed. I looked around for him before feeling the bed dip and my back being pressed into the mattress.
I turned my head to see his form hovering over mine. He flipped me over into my back, holding my chin with his thumb and index finger.
“You can’t get me that easily.” He chuckled.
His slanted eyes pierced through mine, showing glints of playfulness. “You’re going to have to try harder baby doll.” Yoongi’s gruff voice spoke. It was interesting but frightening to say the least. This creature just roaming my house as he pleases, without my consent.
“Well what do you want? You’ve been bothering me for a few days now.” I sighed giving in to him. “I want you, for the rest of your stay here.” He smirked, pushing my shirt above my belly button with his elongated nail. “I know you’ll grow tired and leave, or you’ll get so addicted you stay till death. There is no in between sweetheart.”
“What do you mean addicted? To what? You?” I laughed so hard my sides started to hurt. “I’m sorry to break it to you but your not the best thing that’s ever happened.” I joke lightly. But he doesn’t seem to take it that way, his pupils dilate and he’s centimeters away from my face with my hands over my head in less than a second.
“I was, and am the best thing that’s ever happened to this world. I was created to fulfill you humans dirty little fantasies. I can put you out on the spot and make you beg for my touch without lifting a finger.” His hand traveled down to my shorts tugging on them, “I know what turns you on, I know what can make your pretty little panties wet.” He pulled my shorts down past my knees and slid them off.
“I know how much you dream of being held down and mercilessly be fucked until you can’t feel your legs.” He pushed my hips down with one hand and his other came back up to slide a finger over my clothed sex. “I know you want to be choked until you pass out, i know you want to be spanked so much your ass turns red.”
He moved aside my panties and inserted a long finger. “I know you want to be fingered so fast you scream your lungs off.” He moved his finger around slowly and inserted another one. “I can make your legs weak and give you three orgasms within a blink of an eye.” His mouth came closer to my ear,
“I am..” he pulled his fingers out.
“the best…” he plunged them back in.
“thing to happen to this world.” Yoongi spat, pulling his fingers out and fully detaching himself from me.
I stared at him, his calm and cool demeanor making me go crazy. He literally just made me feel like a fool, he exposed me for the not so innocent person I am.
“How.. how did you know all those things about me.” I asked my voice shaking, my cheeks flared because of the embarrassing state he left me in, my shorts pulled down to my knees, my panties wet, my shirt pushed above my tummy and my face totally fucked out. I looked like some sex hungry whore.
“I know all there is to know, you’re surprisingly hard to read, but once I figured you out sexually you’re as easy to read as a book. I can have you wrapped around my finger without you knowing it.” Yoongi’s confidence got to me, it pissed me off yet turned me on.
“And seeing your Fucked out expression makes me awfully horny. But I don’t want to destroy your pretty little pussy just yet. Your still too innocent baby.” He looked down at me, his dark eyes somehow getting darker, “maybe just a taste wouldn’t hurt. It’s dinner time for me anyways.”
Within a second he had my dripping core hovering over his lips, his eyes staring straight at it. “Don’t stare.. it’s embarrassing.” I tried to avoid eye contact, his piercing gaze to intense for me. He spanked my cheek, pulling my hips to his face. He wasn’t going to take no for an answer.
Yoongi licked one long strip on my lips, making my stomach burst into flames, my toes curling and my hips bucking instinctively. “Ah, you’re turned on by this too? He squeezed my ass, anchoring me down on his tongue. “I-I just want this to be over with.” I stuttered.
I mean who wouldn’t be embarrassed? You have some ridiculously gorgeous man begging to eat you out because he got you all worked up! “Y/n, focus on me baby.” He called as I was in my thoughts, biting the inside of my thigh.
A long moan roared through my throat as he plunged his tongue into me and rocked my hips back and forth. The pleasure overwhelming, I grabbed onto his hair and became to rock with the rhythm he set. His tongue driving me crazy, I imagined him doing this to me every night and got a little carried away. The last thing I know he’s spanking me again and telling me to focus on him.
I stare down at his dead but lively eyes, the gorgeous brown slanted cat like seductive eyes that could eat me alive, stared back. It felt like every time I blinked he’d blink, because I’d never see him blink. He stared, his tongue lapping over me, almost as if he was kissing my lips.
I looked behind me and wondered if he’d needed any pleasure. I leaned a little back and ran my hand over the bulge in his pants, earning a throaty groan from under me, vibrating through me as well.
“Don’t.” His dee voice commanded, but I challenged him by sliding my body down over his clothed bulge, the rough material of his jeans contrasting with my naked body. I grinded my hips down, creating friction.
I looked up to see his reaction and his eyes were trained on mine. Like he was watching me the whole time. I felt my mind blur as his gaze put me in a trance. It felt like something took over me.
My hips moved slow and sensually, taking in every detail of his face as I slowed down and sped up. Which ever speed got a reaction out of him. His small groans and his big veiny hands over my ass kept me going. The mere thought of him fucking me into this bed gave me a delight.
“God the thoughts going through your hand contrast so much with your innocent exterior, I don’t know what it is about you but you’re driving me crazy.” Yoongi growled, grabbing at my ass until it felt raw almost.
I can’t take it any longer. I got up and pulled him up from the bed. I laid on my stomach and waited for him. “I want you to fuck me into this mattress, Please.” I turned my head to look at him. His mouth contorted into a smirk, one that sat fine on his mouth. “Yes princess, your wish is my command.”
I heard his zipper unzip and before I knew it I could feel him entering me, fully. No prep, no condom, raw, and painful to adjust to. I screamed out in agony as he began to move around, his size surprising me. “Ah- don’t move please please please.” I gripped the covers, my head lowered and smothered into the sheets.
“What was that baby?” He pushed more of himself into me, forcing a cry out of me. “You can’t take it all princess? I thought you would be a good whore and be able to handle it all. I guess I’ll need to be more gentle with you.” He pulled out and tried again slowly this time.
“I can take it all! Give me everything I’ll please you.” Something took over me and possessed me to say those words, I was definitely not in my right state of mind.
“Oh? Really now? Should I give you it all? Or make you beg more? I can’t decide.” Yoongi smirked, pushing in inch by inch until he was fully in. My insides felt like they were going to burst. “Wait, give me a moment to adjust-ah.” Yoongi ignored me and rammed back into me with full force and pushed me into the mattress. My back being pushed down and my ass being pulled up higher.
A cry crawled out of my throat, my fist balled up full of the sheets. He was going at it like there was the last time.
“You feel so good around my cock baby, the view of your face pushed in the sheets and your ass hiked in the air gives me the chills. I’m glad you decided to move in. I could get used to this.” Yoongi confessed, making me turn to look at him. “I-I-im” nothing came out my stuttering mouth. I couldn’t focus on anything but the pleasure this creature was providing.
He thrusted in deep and you could feel your soul leaving your body. It felt like bliss, nothing could compare to the sensation you were experiencing. His body was warm against yours, his defined muscles on his stomach grazing your backside. “It feels so good,” You whimpered earning a low groan from the back of his throat. “Don’t stop please.” You could feel his speed start to pick up at you encouraged him to go faster and deeper.
Throughout the whole night filthy words filled the air and you felt bliss one too many times. You found that he’d never tire but you definitely did. It was the 5th round that night. You both fucked until the AM, you were falling apart at his will but he was perfectly energized and loving every bit of your human body. Tears stung in your eyes as you climaxed for the 5th time, “I’m so tired.” you finally admitted. You expected for Yoongi to laugh in your face for being a weak mortal but he did the opposite.
Yoongi let out a short sigh “You took long enough to say so, I thought we would have to go longer than 5 rounds.” He laughed falling down right beside you in your bed. “I’d love to stay and chat but i’ve got things to do.”
Your breathing was still ragged, trying to even out before looking at him as he stood up and smiled down at your sprawled out form. “I’ll definitely be back for more, don’t worry. Also I advise you to rest for a while, you might feel weak for a few days.” The infamous smirk appeared on his lips as he disappeared into thin air, expecting a puff of smoke to appear but nothing. Just you in a now cold bed with weak limbs.
Your head turned to the left by your bedside table and you saw a glass of water with a letter next to do with two tablets. You took the letter and read the only two words written on it. “Get rest.” you smiled while your cheeks turned a light shade of red. “Fucking idiot.”