my poor baby better get back to normal by the end

damn the delivery boy.

Pairing: Jeon Jeongguk / Reader.

Genre: Expecting Parents AU / Fluff and Non-explicit smut.

Summary: Jeon Jeongguk is a computer science major working as a pizza delivery boy, and you are an uninspired published author who has just started an art degree. When you realise that the delivery boy is your old high school crush, he keeps coming back, but with more to offer than just puff pastry and vegetarian supreme. Though little did he know that he would end up giving you something much more that flips both of your worlds completely upside down in the form of two blue lines and nine months.

Count: 9,656 words.


month one.

Two lines.

The second is a little faint, but it is there, undeniably there, growing stronger by the second as your heart sinks deeper into the pit of your stomach and suddenly you are keeling over the sink, throwing up a combination of panic and regret. You wipe your mouth, sit back on the closed lid of the toilet, shut your eyes and take a deep breath, holding it until your lungs burn and your lashes fly back apart to look at the test still shaking between your fingertips.

There, right before your eyes, two fucking blue lines protruding like two middle fingers, poking up at you and saying – Congratulations sucker, you are pregnant!

Twenty-three years old and pregnant.

You throw up again.

This has got to be the biggest mistake of your life.

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5 Years

- You and Harry are poor and Harry hasn’t seen Anne in years. He misses her so much that you suprise him with plane tickets to visit her.

A/N: This is quite short, but it’s such fluff I am in love.

Masterlist linked in bio.


“This is shit! All of this is shit!”

Harry’s hands violently shoved all his crumbled pieces of paper and music journals off of the kitchen table before pounding the sides of both of his fists against the wood, refusing to contain all the frustration that had only seemed to increase inside of him any longer.

He had been trying to write new music for the past three weeks. After visiting the local record label for what felt like the hundredth time since he’s moved from home, they still refused to sign him until he figured out a way to produce music that “didn’t sound like everything else.” He’s tried everything—from writing about his love life to writing about all the angry shit scrambled inside his head—yet nothing seemed to gain their interest.

At that point, Harry had run out of ideas. There was absolutely nothing else he could think of writing about that he hasn’t already, and it was as if every possibility of making music in his future had suddenly turned into a false hope.

It was all he had, though—writing and producing music was the only thing he had going for him and the only chance he had to make money. But it was so much harder than he ever thought possible, for he had been trying for years to gain recognition for his creations, yet nothing came to his avail.

He was on the brink of giving up on everything at that moment—everything.

“Fucking shit!”

Y/n ran from their shared bedroom into the kitchen after hearing the chaos Harry had riled up. By the time she reached the dining table—which was normally used both as a place for them to eat and Harry’s office—he was an absolute wreck. Between the mess upon the floor and the cries that seemed to obstruct the silence that had once been, she had absolutely no idea what to do.

“Harry, wh—what?”

“I can’t—I can’t live like this anymore!” He sobbed, his head in his hands as his lungs began to fail him through his words.

He couldn’t continue living through their financial crisis; between his dead-end attempts to make a career out of his music and Y/n’s minimum wage salaries, it was nearly impossible for them to live a life they both deserved. Their memories were trapped inside an apartment that could barely fit the two of them, all their passionate nights were shared on a mattress with no bed frame, and their life together remained stagnant for far too long.

Harry loved her more than he’s ever loved anything before, and the thought was enough to terrify him.

She deserved so much better than him—she deserved a man that could provide her with all her needs and wants. She deserved every bit of the earth and Harry could barely offer her a fraction of it. He could only provide her with his love and the scraps he made from his failures.

She deserved so much more than him.

“Oh, baby.” She whispered.

She kneeled down to where he was sitting, pressing her forehead to his as she played with the hairs that raided the nape of his neck. She was well aware of how hard their living situation was—especially for him.

He worked hard enough for the both of them. He worked relentlessly, often times skipping meals or refusing to have a proper night’s sleep until he had something done—whether it was a new song idea or even a newly written verse. Stress took over his every move and Y/n knew he wasn’t living a healthy lifestyle.

He was losing himself slowly, and it pained Y/n beyond words to see him live the way he was. She wished she could offer him more help than she was already giving him, but she was busy, too, and she never felt more upset with herself.

“I need my mum.”

The words he’d spoken an innumerable amount of times fell from his lips without much thought.

He hadn’t seen her since he decided to move away with Y/n, which was four years ago at the time. He had sacrificed his entire life to start a new one with Y/n. He figured that moving away with her to a different city would be his opportunity to start fresh on his music career and start making enough money for him, Y/n, and his family.

He had sketched plans upon backup plans to get his music going. He searched through all the different venues, music companies, music managements—everything he could think of—and spent nearly every hour practicing and writing.

He never expected that what he had to offer wasn’t good enough.

To those he showed his music to, there was a list of improvements they felt he had to make. They claimed that his music was either too mainstream or too different, and there was absolutely no in between. He found himself in a rut with his creations and it was far too late to move back in with his family since he nor Y/n were making enough money to pay their rents, bills, and a plane ticket back home.

Anne wasn’t able to afford visiting him either, though, so there was absolutely nothing the either of them could do besides wait until Harry’s music career started to take off—if it ever did.

He missed Anne more than anything. Although he was in love with spending every day with Y/n and getting to experience all of his miserable life with her, he missed the feeling of his mum being around him all the time. He missed absolutely everything about her, especially when he had his emotional breakdowns.

She was his rock and his provider his entire life, and he relied on her for everything until he decided to move away. She kept him sane through all his hectic times and was there for him when nobody else was.

Anne wasn’t only his mum, but she was his best friend, and continuing to live without knowing when he’d be able to see her again was Harry’s own personal hell.

“I know, darling.” Y/n whispered as she let his tears soak her shirt and his body shake in her arms.

He kissed her where her heart was as he squeezed her more into him. His entire world was in his arms and he’s never needed the weight of it more.

“Don’t ever think I regret my life with you, love, please don’t. But my mum, Y/n, my mum—I miss her so much. Phone calls don’t mean shit to me because I’m not w—with her.”

She only nodded, letting him vent to her without any interruption. It brought her comfort whenever Harry was having a breakdown, as sick as it sounded—it just brought her peace knowing that he was letting out all of the emotions he kept in for her sake. He was human, after all, and he deserved to have his moments.

“I need her, Y/n. I need her to hold me and tell me that everything is going to be okay. I need her to kiss me and tell me how proud she is of me even though I’ve done nothing but fail those around me—like I fail you—and just hold me like she did when I was a kid.”

She shook her head instantly, slowly pushing his body away from hers in order to her eyes to meet his. They were red and soaked with tears, but they were beautiful and was always what got her weak in the knees.

The pads of her thumbs wiped away the tears that fell onto his cheeks, making sure to kiss him a couple of time while doing so.

“You never fail me, Harry. You give me a new reason to fall in love with you every single day and I thank God for you every time I look at you. Your love never fails me, nothing you do fails me. So never think that again, you hear me?”

And she really meant it more than ever, especially in that moment of Harry’s vulnerability. Her heart always hurt knowing that he wasn’t aware of how much she actually did give her, even if it wasn’t materialistic. Nobody provided her with as much love and safety as he had, and it was something she’d never be able to get enough of.

He got her through all her troubled times and all her insecure moments. She needed him and wanted him more than anything money could buy, and she’d spend the rest of her dying days attempting to make him believe it.

“You’ll see your mum soon, okay? If I can promise you one thing, it’s that you’ll see her soon.“

She kissed his cheeks again before they sat in silence together, all wrapped up in each other’s arms as they waited for Harry to finally calm down. They hadn’t found a lot of time within the past three weeks to spend loads of time together, so even just the half hour of holding one another was enough to mend him quite quickly.

“Can you promise me something else?” He breaks the silence, his voice slightly hoarse from the screaming that took place earlier.

She nodded.

“Can you promise me that whenever I see my mom again, that you’ll be there? I want you to meet her so properly and make her see why I want to marry you someday. I really want her blessing.”

She ran her fingers through his hair, grazing her lips softly against his forehead before muttering a small “I promise.”


That was a year ago.  

Ever since that night, Y/n made it her first priority to find a way for Anne and Harry to reunite. She never wanted to see that side of Harry again, and she’s been through the God awful pain that came from missing a parent. Y/n had lost both of her parents in a car accident, and she never wanted Harry to go through what she had to for the following years.

So, she started working double shifts at her job—gathering and saving as much money as she possibly could for a couple of months straight. Airfare was quite expensive, especially since she planned on buying two round-trip tickets and intended on being able to pay the rent and bills for that month and somehow buy food and necessities during the trip.

She intended on leaving it a surprise for Harry, as well, and was able to make up plenty of excuses as to why she wasn’t able to be at home as much. He was quite upset, but she found it was quite easy considering Harry was keeping busy with his music throughout that time as well.

To say she was exhausted was an understatement. She had never worked so hard in her life and never thought she had it in her to make as much money as she did. It made the living situation slightly easier during the time. She knew every lost hour of sleep and every extra second spent working would all be worth it in the end.

And it was all worth it, especially now.

The confirmation for her order is right in front of her; two round trip tickets to Holmes Chapel. It’s a sight she’s been desperate to see for a year now, and she lets out a sob as she reads the words over and over again. It’s real, it’s happening, Harry’s ticket to happiness is right in front of her and she has never felt so accomplished in her life.

As she prints out the tickets from her nearly broken down printer—that took her almost two hours to fix—she contemplates whether to wait a week for their sixth year anniversary or just go to him now and gift it to him.

But as she stares at the plane tickets in her hands, she just can’t keep it a secret any longer.

Y/n’s holding everything Harry’s needed right in between her fingertips. Everything that Harry has worked so hard for is right here, inked on printer paper right in front of her and there’s just absolutely no way in hell she can keep this information from him—he’s waited long enough.

She eagerly makes her way to their bedroom, a slight squeal leaving her lips as she makes her way to the doorway of their room. She sees Harry in the bathroom, dressed only in a pair of black boxers as he shaves the stubble under his chin.

He smiles softly upon her entrance, but quickly goes back to shaving the extra bits of his facial hair. She bites her lip at his nearly fully exposed body, but quickly regains her composure as she remembers exactly what she’s here to do.

“Sweetums?”

Harry pats the excess hair from his razor as he looks up.

“Hm?” He hums, his eyes drifting away from his reflection in the bathroom mirror over to where she stands beside their bed.

She has tears in her eyes, but they’re much different from those Harry has seen before. Normally, along with her tears comes a frown on her face and red-tinted cheeks—only the smallest examples of how much her features drown in sorrow whenever she’s upset. But as he stares at her in the way she looks now, there isn’t a trace of sadness within her. Instead, her lips are up in a slight grin and the eyes that are filled with tears are staring at him in admiration. She’s glowing, too, and he swears he wants to look at her in this way for the rest of his life.

“What’s that, love?”

He nods his head slightly, referring to the two pieces of paper that are clenched between her fingers.

She takes a step closer to him as her eyes gleam at the man she’d do anything for. She wishes nothing to be as close to him as possible in this moment, but also wants to be far enough so that she can fully see the product of a man who’ll finally be reuniting with his mother.

“I got you tickets to see your mum, Harry.”

As soon as the words leave her lips, Harry nearly chokes. He drops everything on the floor—his shaver and his comb hitting against the counter and nearly breaking to pieces around his feet. His hands grip along the edge of the sink, face paling and eyes widening at her through the bathroom mirror.

He almost thinks he misunderstood her somewhere—that maybe what she actually said got scrambled in his head to somehow make him hear what he could only dream of hearing. But her face reassures him that he did, in fact, hear her currently and that he just couldn’t believe it.

Y/n’s tears fall down her cheeks as she giggles, observing how he still hasn’t moved a single muscle and the color in his face still hasn’t returned.

“You’ll be at home for a month and you’ll be leaving in two weeks.”

She takes another step closer to him, her smile never fading as he finally lets out a choked sob. Tears are already forming in his eyes and his hands hold tighter against the sink, but words seemed to be trapped in his throat and all that his brain can process is the pounding of his chest and the air that has yet to be knocked out from his lungs.

“I know that when we talked, you said that if you ever had the chance to see your mum again that you’d want me to come with you. I figured that that would be unfair to you, since you have spent so much time with me and haven’t been able to see her in so long. I decided to compromise and—and I’m only visiting for the first week but I figured it’d be enough time to—Harry?”

Her eyes narrow i concern as she watches him nearly fall backwards from his prior position, nearly tripping over his own feet as he finally turns around to look at her properly. Neither of them say anything as Harry stumbles towards her frame—eyes still bewildered and face still pale. He nearly trips over the sheets on the floor, but he quickly regains his balance before his hands find their way upon her cheeks.

He wants to say everything he’s thinking—he wants to tell her how thankful he is and how much he loves her. He wants to express every ounce of gratitude and give her everything she’s ever deserved in this moment. Hell, he wants to get on his fucking knees and worship all the blessings she’s ever given him and love on her until she can barely speak anymore. But all that falters nearly seconds after he reaches her.

“Harry—“

He sobs—complete soul shaking sobs. Everything he’s feeling completely overwhelms him to the point where he ends up on his knees. His body collapses and his lungs are constricted but he has never felt so good in his life.

Y/n falls with him, cradling him again her chest as she presses chaste kisses along his forehead. Her hands rub up and down his back in an attempt to calm him from his cries, but he doesn’t back down. He’s hasn’t felt this amount of happiness in so long that he feels there’s nothing else his body can do.

He reaches his hands up to her face again, admiring her from what he can see between all the tears in his eyes and the squinting of his lids. He presses his lips to hers, but the kiss doesn’t last long before he’s sobbing again—bringing her face down to the dip of his shoulder while he holds her there.

She giggles, shaking her head softly.

“Didn’t I promise you, love?”

RFA HEADCANONS: They Get Jealous~

(It’s almost midnight, what am I doing with my life. ANYWAYS. It would be so great if someone would request something *hint hint* *wink wonk* because it’s hard trying to be creative. Lel.)

~~

RFA~ they get jealous. V+Saeran included.

~~

Yoosung:

Yoosung has always been a more jealous type. Literally, if he even sees you talking to anyone other than him, he can’t help but feel a little uneasy.

So, he would go to the restroom for a brief few seconds, and when he gets back..

You’re. Talking. To. Another. Guy??

Now, he didn’t know that this ‘other guy’ was a cousin you haven’t seen in a while.

His stomach goes in knots, and he balls up his fists, wanting nothing more than to go push the guy away from you.

Sadly, he is probably too shy to just walk up there, but for a few moments, he tries to gather up his courage to go take you back.

When he realizes he’s just too nervous, he starts to think that he lost you, and starts tearing up a bit.

At this point, you’d be like “damn boi, how long it take to pee?” And start to look around..well, o shit, your cute blondie is just standing all the way back there.

“Yoosung? Come over here! I’d like you to meet my cousin…wait, are you crying?”

“Wha- cousin?! Oh..! Uhm..I- I wasn’t crying..!! I yawned! Aha. Hi. Nice to meet you, (C/N)..!”

~~

Jumin:

Uhm. Who are you talking to?

He is pissed off when he see’s you talking to one of his better looking security guards.

L I T E R A L L Y JUST SHOVES THE GUY AWAY.

He’s probably gonna start getting really touchy on you, (kink) and grip you by the waist h a r d.

Casually starts questioning the security guard as to wHY WAS HE TALKING TO YOU?

you’d get really embarrassed, and tell jumin to stop making a scene, buT HE IS JUST “NO” NO ONE ELSE CAN LOOK AT YOU LIKE THAT?

Straight out fires the guy. Oops.

“Jumin, what the hell?! Why would you fire him? He wasn’t trying to steal me away! I love you, and only you.”

“…Hm. I don’t like people eyeing you like that. That’s for me to do, no one else. ..(Y/N)..you know I love you. I only want what’s best for you.”

~~

Jaehee;

You two will be at one of Zen’s musicals, just enjoying the show..wheN THIS IDIOT JUST DECIDES TO START FLIRTING WITH YOU???

You try to tell the guy, you don’t swing that way?? But he doesn’t listen??

Jaehee goes into extreme jealous woman mode, and actually lashes out on the guy.

“She said she doesn’t go that way. Do you not get what she meant? Are you that idiotic? Do I seriously have to show you who she BELONGS to?”

Will casually start making out with you right then and there.

The guy will scoff and walk off, giving Jaehee the middle finger.

Jaehee awkwardly pulls away, refusing to make eye contact. She’ll probably start nervously running her hand though her hair.

She apologizes??

Nono, sweetie. No need to apologize. You’re a d o r a b l e.

You both end up leaving the theater, just so you can cuddle the rest of the night in peace.

“Jaehee, it’s fine. If anything, I thought it was cute..now, come here and love me, baby girl~”

Will high key melt at being called baby girl.

“I’m glad that you could just put the situation behind you so quickly..but, I’m warning you. Next time, I may not be so calm. You’re mine, (Y/N).”

~~

Zen:

Everywhere you went you seemed to get hit on in one way or another. Normally, Zen would brush it off, knowing that you only had eyes for him.

But oh.

One day. ONE DAY. He’s just had enough.

“Hey, cutie~ I lost my number, mind if I-”

“Yeah, she does mind, actually. Back. Off.”

He would roll his sleeves up, intimidating the guy with his muscles.

“Woah, chill. I was just being nice to the lad-”

“well, that lady happens to be taken. Now, if you ever so kindly..back the hell off, that would be great.”

STARTS GETTING REALLY INTIMIDATING IN GENERAL.

LIKE YOU CAN FEEL THE TENSION.

HE IS READY TO BEAT THE GUYS ASS.

He’s already a big fan on Pda, but ohhh, it’s gonna increase.

You practically can’t be farther than 5 inches away from him from then on.

“Zen, you know you’re the only one I see..”

“I know, Princess. I’m sorry, it’s just becoming so frequent..I want people to know not to mess with you.”

~~

707:

You two will be joking around, and then you’ll probably trip into someone. (Klutz.)

They’ll help you up, and give you a cheeky smile.

DANG THEY ARE H O T.

They’ll pull some lame pick up line, like “oh, you fell for me kdkfkfk ha.”

SEVEN WILL GET SO MAD.

B A C K O F F M Y W I F E???

His normally cheerful attitude is gonna change real quick.

He will get really serious, and pull you closer to him, making sure you aren’t hurt from falling, first. (Or diseased from the guy.)

High key starts sassing the guy.

Starts to laugh, and gives the guy a lil chest bump thing, as they 'make up’

Yeah, well. Seven stole his wallet out of his pocket.

That guy just lost everything, lol.

His money, his ID card, his credit card, business cards.

Oops.

“Well, you got over that fast. I’m impressed.”

“Heh. Babe, look what I got!”

“IS THAT HIS- oh my god. You’re evil. I love it.”

~~

V:

He’s so gentle, he just stands there awkwardly, shifting his weight on a different foot, waiting for you to hurry up.

You were at an art museum, and this guy came up to you, trying to show you the “best art works” there. He started cracking jokes, and yOU WERE LAUGHING AT THEM?

you didn’t know it was bothering V so much, but he was literally starting to tear up?

He wanted to step in, but if you were having fun, and you were happy.. He would stand it.

He actually felt his heart sink when the guy gave you his email address.

“Yeah, email me sometime. I can teach you a lot more!”

You sighed the moment the guy left, and crumpled up the paper, tossing it in the trash.

“What a waste. I didn’t want to be rude, but God..he was showing the worst pi- V? What’s wrong?”

“Oh..Nothing. Don’t worry about me. Shall we go over here?”

HE GOT THIS SMALL, CUTE LITTLE SMILE WHEN YOU THREW THE PAPER AWAY, THO, LIKE SKCIFJFJNF.

~~

Saeran: (Mild spoiler?? Maybe??)

Literally doesn’t like you talking to anyone.

Anyone.

He’s not the kind of guy that is like “oh, you can’t do this, you can’t do that.” But it’s easy to get him jealous.

In fact, he got jealous of his own brother.

“SAERAN~ SEVEN JUST TOLD ME THE GREATEST JO-”

“Yeah? Well if you like his jokes so much, why don’t you just date him instead?!”

Ends up getting in a huge fight with Saeyoung.

Low key starts trying to crack jokes (and fails) to keep up with his brother.

He starts getting so frustrated, thinking he was never going to be as good as his brother. That you would leave him for Saeyoung.

Poor smol bean. You had to reassure him that he was the only Choi for you..in fact, he was the only one at all for you.

“Saeran. You know that I love you, right?”

“Hmph.”

“Saerannn.”

“….I..love you too, I guess..”

“YOU GUESS? IS OUR LOVE IN QUESTION.” (He freaks out a bit when you say this, lel)

“Wha- no! No.. I..Uhm, I love you, (Y/N). I really do.”

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Seokjin 

➸ It was late at night when Jin felt the pressure against his side. It was if something were pushing him, or trying to grab his attention. He tried ignoring it, only for the force to become harder - concluding that he wasn’t dreaming and that whoever it was, wasn’t going to let him go back to sleep. Groaning softly, he sits up with squinted eyes, them adjusting to the darkness and finally onto you - hunched over in fear with wide and guilty eyes. Seeing your expression seemed to knock the sleep right out of him, as he sat up, giving you his full attention. 

“What’s wrong, jagi? Did you have a nightmare?” 

You shook your head, playing with the hem of his shirt. “I…I have to…”

“What is it?” 

He couldn’t see it, but he knew you were blushing from embarrassment as your refused to look him in the eye. It wasn’t until he noticed how tightly you were squeezing your thighs together that he had to put two and two together. Jin chuckles softly as he rubs a warm hand over your leg, allowing you to relax - now that you were sure he wasn’t upset that you woke him up. 

“Y/n, do you want me to walk you to the bathroom, again?” Nodding your head, you quietly apologized for it being the sixth time that week you woke him up to walk you to the bathroom; it made you feel so immature. “Baby, there’s nothing to be sorry for. We all have our fears. Yours, unfortunately, happened to be the dark and our bathroom just happened to be down the hall. So, no need to be sorry, okay?” 

He leaned forward to place a tired kiss on your forehead, bringing a small smile to your burning face. “Thank you,” you would sigh in relief that he didn’t reprimand you about your fear. 

“Now, let’s go empty that bladder of yours.” He suddenly cringed. “Forget I said that - that sounded a lot cuter in my head.” 

Yoongi 

➸ You laid in the bed, wide awake, contemplating your next move. It was currently 2:47 AM, your had to pee really bad, but it was also pitch black in your room. Mentally cursing your childhood fear of the dark never going away, you were stuck with two options. The only problem was that one of those options involved waking Yoongi up. Which, from experience, didn’t always end up being pretty. He was very persistent in his sleeping, always letting you know how important it was to him - and you understood completely. 

But right now, you were desperate and ready to burst. 

It was fine until you suddenly started feeling as if you could no longer hold it, and the squirming had begun. You couldn’t help it, holding in the urge to pee was just pure torture, it nearly driving you to tears; you were in a major dilemma.  Suddenly, a hand gripped one of your squirming legs rough enough to the point you almost peed yourself right then and there. 

“What the hell is wrong with you?” The sound of his gruff morning voice sent chills down your spine.     He’s awake. 

“I…I have to pee…” 

“Then fucking go pee, Y/n…” 

“I-I..I can’t…” 

He sighs loudly, sitting up in the bed. Turning on the lamp on his side, Yoongi stares at you with hooded eyes. The sight of his hair being all over the place would have made you laugh any other day, but right now he looked a little pissed - so laughing wasn’t even thought of.  “Why not?” 

You sat in silence for only a few seconds, fiddling with your fingers, while avoiding eye contact. There was no way you could just admit your fear and have him walk you to the bathroom - that’s just embarrassing, especially at your age. Yoongi sighs once again, tilting his head until it rested on his shoulder, his eyes closing slowly. 

“Sweetheart, just spit it out, so we can both go back to sleep, please?” 

“ImafraidofthedarkandIneedyoutowalkmetothebathroom!” 

His eyes reopened at how fast you actually spat it out. Blinking a couple of times, his brain finally process what you said. “Is that all?” 

Shocked that he took your confession so well, probably from being barely awake, you nodded. Sighing for the third time, Yoongi sluggishly got out from under the covers, heading for the door. He turned his head backward once he realized you were still in the bed, raising an eyebrow while holding out his hand. 

“Come on, you big baby~” 

Namjoon

 He woke up to whispers in his ear. Scrunching his eyebrows in confusion, he grumbled lowly at the feeling of his ear being tickled by whoever the voice belonged to. It wasn’t until the whispered turned into normal volume, and dragged him from his dreams and back to reality. Opening his eyes reluctantly, they immediately set on you as you hovered over his figure, with your hands caging his head in. Namjoon stared up at you for a moment - as if he wasn’t sure if you were real or not. 

“Joonie, will you walk with me to the bathroom?” 

Now he knew he was dreaming. There was no way that you would be hovering over him in this position - better yet, waking him up in the middle of the night - just so he could take you to the bathroom, instead of funny business. It wasn’t until you gripped his shoulders and started shaking him, while whining softly in desperation. 

“Please, Namjoon-ah, it’s really dark down the hall - and I can’t go by myself! What if something grabs me?! What if there’s a killer just waiting for me in the dark abyss, ready to stab me?!” 

“So you want me to go with you so I can get stabbed for you?” 

“Namjoon!” 

“Alright, alright, I’m up. Calm down, I will walk you to the bathroom.” Sitting up to stretch, he pats your head after he yawns. “You’re lucky I love you, because if you were one of the boys, they wouldn’t have to worry about some killer stabbing them - I’d do it for him.” 

Hoseok 

 Hoseok had just found the perfect position to sleep in, sighing deeply that he could now finally drift into dreamland, after tossing and turning all night. Right when he crossed the line between awareness and unawareness, you started to gently poke him on his back, making his muscles clench up in surprise. Rolling over to face you, he almost choked you when you asked a ridiculous question. 

“Did I wake you?” 

Obviously. But he bit back the sarcastic reply and replaced it with a more sweeter one. From the look on your face, it was what you needed at the moment. “No, no, I was awake. Just laying here, trying to get comfortable. Why, what’s going on?” 

“Okay, you’re gonna think I’m stupid for asking this…” 

“I would never, no matter what the circumstance, jagi. I am your hope, your angel, you can ask me anything.” 

You sighed. “Promise you won’t laugh?” 

Hoseok sits up, doing the absolute most by actually crossing his heart and zipping his mouth shut. Now giving you his full attention, you inhaled a deep breath. 

“I’m terrified of the dark, have been ever since I was little, and I…I need you to walk with me so I can use the bathroom…” 

Now, he knew that he promised he wouldn’t laugh. But, he never promised that he wouldn’t coo at how adorable you were at that very moment in his eyes. Squishing your cheeks while making kissy faces at you, Hoseok couldn’t contain how cute you were being. 

“Aw, my poor widdle baby, of course I’ll escort you to the bathroom. You sweet little princess, you~” Placing tiny pecks on every aspect of your face, you couldn’t help but to chuckle slightly at his sudden shower of affection. But, hey, this was Hoseok. What did you expect? 

“I think it would’ve been better if you had just laughed, Hobi…”

“Oh, hush, you love it. Now, TO THE BATHROOM.” 

Jimin 

 He had passed out after attempting to sit through a horror movie with you. It’s not that it wasn’t scary, Jimin was just exhausted from practice that once he got comfortable on the couch - he could barely keep his eyes open. That sadly left you to suffer through the movie by yourself. Unfortunately, toward the end of it, you had to go to the bathroom.  Looking around the living area, you whimpered as you saw that he had turned all the lights out before the movie started, leaving the tv to be your only light source. 

After witnessing death on the television, getting up from the safety of your boyfriend was the last thing you wanted to do. But, you really had to go pee, and sitting there hoping the feeling would go away was out of the question. Sighing heavily, you looked over you sleeping boyfriend, hating that you had to wake him up from his peaceful slumber. But, it was now or never; at least you could wake him up gently. 

Leaning closer to him, you place soft kisses on the side of face, while rubbing a hand up and down his chest slowly. That seemed to get him to stir a little bit, as his eyes fluttered open not too long after. Looking around for a bit, a little disoriented, he realized where he was and who woke him up. Smiling softly at you, he leaned in as well to return the sweet gesture. 

“Sorry, I must have dozed off…guess I missed the whole mov-”

“It’s fine. Uh, but you can make it up to me some other way.”

Taking that suggestion the wrong way pretty fast, his content smile melted into a grin in no time, as his hands slowly trailed to the inside of your shirt - all the while, gently pushing you backward to lay on the couch. You quickly stopped him by shaking your head, your hands placed firmly on his chest. 

“No, no, no, not like that. I mean you could…I don’t know, possibly, maybe…come with me to the bathroom? I have to pee really badly, and after watching this movie, and it being dark as shit, I don’t want to walk by myself.” 

As Jimin hovered above you, he couldn’t help but to laugh at the situation. That was not where he thought this was going. “Don’t tell me the fearless Y/n L/n is afraid of the dark~” 

“I never said I was fearless! And so what if I am…there’s no harm in being afraid of what you can’t see in.” 

“Jagi, that’s so cute~! Okay, I’ll walk you to the bathroom - but what shall be my reward afterwards?” His grin returns, lips going to work on your jaw - slowly trailing down to your neck. Playfully rolling your eyes, you push him back once more, almost letting out a chuckle when he whined in protest.  

“Bladder first, dirty tango later.” 

Quickly jumping up from the couch, he grabs your arm to hurriedly throw you over his shoulder, practically sprinting through the darkness toward the bathroom. 

“Tonight, we shall dance!” 

Taehyung 

“Tae. Taehyung, please wake up, this is an emergency..!” 

He groaned once it finally registered that you were trying to shake him awake. Scrunching his face in annoyance, he merely pulled you to lay back down as he slowly started to roll on top of you - just to make sure you wouldn’t wake him again.   He was mistaken. 

“Tae, please get off, holding it in is hard enough! I don’t need you pressing on my bladder, too!” Now you were beating on his back, tugging on his shirt, while wiggling from side to side. It was apparent that you weren’t going to let him fall back to sleep at this rate, so he decided to finally give in and open his eyes. 

Still not rising up from laying on you, he lifted his head to where he could glare at you through the darkness. “Okay. I’m awake. What is the matter?” 

“I have to pee really bad, but it’s dark and I can’t see a thing, and the bathroom is so far away and I’m afraid to go by myself. And now, you’re currently putting pressure on my stomach, making it 10x harder for me to hold it in, so would you please get off and take me to the bathroom?” 

Taehyung held a straight face for a short minute and a half, until a shit-eating smirk spread wide across his face. 

“You need me to protect you, Y/n?” 

“Tae, don’t make this weird, please…this is embarrassing enough…” You shrunk underneath him, trying to avoid eye contact, but he wasn’t having it as he gripped your jaw - directing your attention back to him. 

“I’ll keep the big, bad monsters away, babygirl~ You came to the right oppa, I shall guide you through the night - among many other nights to come - and keep you from ever fearing the-”

“Baby, that’s nice and all, but unless you want me to piss myself right at this very moment, I suggest you start guiding me asap.” 

“Good idea.” 

Jungkook 

 “You want me to what…?” 

It was almost midnight when you decided to wake Jungkook up, cuddled up to his chest as you muttered into his shirt. The first time you spoke, it wasn’t even above a whisper, now you were replying with your face buried in his chest. Lifting up, while taking you with him, he made you straddling his waist so he could finally understand what you were trying to say. 

“[Sigh] I said…can you please walk me to the bathroom?”  

“But you know where the bathroom is…” He croaked, rubbing his eyes. Jungkook didn’t understand what you needed him for, when you would go to the bathroom just fine in the daytime without his help. But, that was just it. 

It wasn’t daytime anymore. 

“I know it’s just…dark. And I…I’m…” 

This was definitely new to him. Never in his life did he think that his girlfriend would wake him in the middle of the night, just so he could walk her to the bathroom. But, that idea alone made you special. And the fact that you trusted him to protect you - filled him with a warm, fuzzy feeling inside. Leaning up to peck you lips, he smiles softly. 

“Want me to buy a night light?” 

❝ I want to spend my life with you ❞

Plot: Your boyfriend Yoongi has become over protective and possessive after what happened and you two fight.This is a second part of this scenario “No one can touch you

Pairing: YoongixReader

Words count: 2,5k+

Genre: Mafia!AU / Fluffy in the end. 

For anon, I hope you like it! M. 

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥

“Where are you going?” Yoongi’s gentle voice came from behind your back and lifting your eyes you saw his reflection in the mirror.  

He was wearing a black suit and a silver tie that you gave him a few months earlier, seemed one of those models just stepped off the cover of a fashion magazine.  

“I need to get some air Yoongi..”  

“Fine, but Jungkook will be with you.” His bossy tone won’t surprised but annoyed you; “is it clear?”  

“Yoongi, I don’t need Jungkook.”  

“He’s one of my best men. If I say he shall be with you, he will stay with you. ” His tone was more annoyed than normal and he closed the issue with a wave of his hand, leaving you alone again. Just you and your own reflection in the mirror.  

Watching yourself you noticed you have lost weight and dark circles under your eyes were the witness of your struggle to sleep.  

It had been only three weeks since your kidnapping but, as normal, you were bringing the consequences on you. Fear had become a second skin for you but the behavior of your boyfriend made thing even worse.  

You could understand his fear, but he was suffocating you and it was a worse feeling than being tied to a chair for countless hours  

The container of the cream for the body you had in your hands ended up on the sink shelf, you didn’t have time to be gentle and put it back in place.  

You came out of the bathroom at a brisk pace, managing to lock Yoongi before he left your room.  

You stood between him and the door, throwing your arms slightly open and preventing him from getting the handle and letting you really alone.  

He raised an eyebrow in a curious expression while remaining silent, waiting for you to say something.  

“I don’t need Jungkook.”  

“It wasn’t my request, it was an order.” He remarked, his voice low and raspy while approached his face to yours; “Isn’t it clear, baby?”  

“I don’t need him. You’re acting like a fool Yoongi… Kyunsoo had a score to settle with you, but I think everyone are so terrorized by you now and therefore it’s impossible that they would touch me.”  It Was what you were saying for days and seemed to play better than you kept repeating into your mind.   

“Fool? A Fool? My girlfriend was almost killed and I’m the one who is acting like a fool? ”  

“Yes.. ”  

“It was an order, Y/N. I don’t want to discuss this further. ” He silenced you in less than two seconds, clutching his hands under your armpits and lifted you effortlessly by moving the door.  

Your eyes crossed for a second when he opened the door. His eyes were looking for the challenge into yours, yours were looking for some glimmer of understanding for you into his.  

But both were disappointed with the result and he went out without saying goodbye or give you a slight kiss on your lips as he used to do.  

“Y/N, are you re-shit, sorry I didn’t know you were still in your underwear” Jungkook’s shocked gaze was the thing you saw moments later, leaving him, however, enter the room with an angry snort  "I.. I l-look out… “  

"You kill people and you’re ashamed of a woman in babydoll?”  

Your question bowled him more than your clothing and a slight motion of tenderness possessed you. Jungkook was younger than you, but he was a ruthless serial killer when necessary. Yoongi took him under his wing when he was just a kid, that world had been imposed on him. He had not chosen as you had done years before.  

“Ten minutes and I’m ready, wait out Kookie.” You dismissed him and the relief on his face made you smile when he literally ran out of the room.  

Now you were alone, you just think of a way to escape Yoongi’s protection. A challenge more than difficult to nearly impossible.  

~ ~

“He was looking at you.”  

“While two people are talking it’s normal to look each other. ”  

“No, he was looking at you into a way I know all too well.” He was angry and as his voice that his taut body could make you understand; “But he’s going to get what he deserves.” He added with a slightly satisfied sneer.  

The space was dimly in the limo but you got to look back at him, knowing that your expression was even angrier than he was him.  

“What did you do?”  

“He’ll remember that he shouldn’t look at my woman in certain ways.”  

“YOONGI.” You shouted at him but he didn’t seem to have heard; “Yoongi answer me.”  

“I didn’t kill him if that’s what you’re thinking. But then again, only I can look at you in certain ways. ”  

“You’re crossing the bounds, Yoongi.”  

“You’re mine and so you’ve to stay.” He whispered into your ear, but you pushed him away causing yet another smirk. You hated that expression onto hi face, but you couldn’t slap him despite the urge.  

“Stay in the car, I’ve something to do.”  

“More orders. Did I become one of your men? ”  

“Don’t discuss baby, I’ll be right there in a few minutes.”  

“Whatever you say, Sir.”  

Reproached him in the way his men did seemed to annoy him, but he said nothing and got out of the car. You were ready to get off when the black window that divided the driver’s seat from the rest of the limo was lowered.  

“Y/N.. You’re locked in. ”  

“HOSEOK.”  

“Boss’ orders Y/N. ” He apologized with a little smile, making you sigh in despair. “He’s acting like this for your sake.”  

“It’s killing me so and he seems to not realize it.”  

~ ~

Taehyung and Namjoon were holding Yoongi while you were in your room.  

“DO YOU REALLY THINK YOU’LL WALK OUT THAT DOOR? RATHER I’LL KILL MYSELF! ”  

“Yoongi calm down.” The tone almost despaired of Namjoon managed to get even at your ears, while the tears continued to slip copious on your cheeks.  

You’ve never discussed that way, but you were coming to a limit that you couldn’t bear any more.  

“Y/N I’M TALKING TO YOU. COME HERE RIGHT NOW! ”  

“FUCK OFF YOONGI, OKAY? I’M FUCKING SICK OF YOU AND THIS WHOLE SITUATION. ”  You stand at the door, your eyes were red and swollen, while you hurl against him everything that he gave you in those weeks. Almost like they were justifications for his attitude. “DO YOU UNDERSTAND?? LEAVE ME ALONE, I WANT TO GET OUT. YOU’VE BECOME OBSESSIVE AND OPPRESSIVE. THAT’S NOT THE RELATIONSHIP I WANT. ”  

“I’M DOING THIS FOR YOUR OWN GOOD, FUCK. IS IT SO HARD TO ABIDE BY MY RULES? ”  

“THERE ARE YOUR MEN FOR THAT!” You shouted hurling yet another expensive bracelet, striking though Taehyung that remained silent since your strength was poor in those days due to lack of sleep.  

“YOU’RE MINE Y/N, THEN MY RULES APPLY EQUALLY TO YOU.” He yelled back, trying to wriggle from the grip of his men; “GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE AND I SWEAR THAT IT’S OVER. I WON’T BE HERE ANYMORE TO PROTECT YOU. ”  

His threat was another blow to your heart. You wanted it all but not that your relationship was over. In spite of that world, Yoongi was the man of your life. But he needed to reconsider his behavior and that was the only way to make him do that. Leave him.  

Without taking anything, everything was his despite you worked and you still had your apartment outside Seoul, you bypassed the three men and directed towards the door.  

Namjoon and Taehyung had left the grip on Yoongi, who was immobile at the center of the salon and was looking at you, shortness of breath and broken because of the screams.  

“You’re not protecting me Yoongi, you’re suffocating me.”  

Saying that you came out of your house, without looking back.  

~ ~

Your apartment was even smaller as than you remembered and was incredibly quiet.  

The only sounds that you could hear were your sobs and the television you had access both to keep you company.  

Despite the orders of Yoongi, Seokjin had followed you and now he was on the threshold of the door, while watched you in absolute silence.  

“You know that he’ll punish you, Seokjin?” Sobbing you said, lifting your eyes to him.  

“Never leave a girl in tears, you never know what could happen.” It was his answer, that brought you a little smile. You patted the spot next to you and he immediately refused nodded, remaining in his corner.  

“Seokjin I never understand your reasons.. Neither you nor Jimin. You’re so kind… ”   

“Because we’re gangsters?”  

You nodded and he was feeling almost at right to give you a long and detailed answer so he moved away from the wall but sat into the Chair next to the couch. You were pretty sure Yoongi had warned everyone to stay away from you, when you had started to date, and Seokjin’s behavior increasingly convinced you.  

“Our parents were gangster and so we ha–” He began to say when the doorbell made jump both and his hand immediately ran to the gun hidden under the leather jacket he was wearing. “Are you waiting for someone?” He asked, suspiciously.  

“Y/N; open… it’s me. ”  

On hearing the voice of his boss Seokjin relaxed slightly, although in his eyes you could read the fear of the sure punishment that he would have to undergo. He got up and went to the door, past the hallway that divided the living room from the entrance, but you stayed on the couch. Wrapped in blankets seeking warmth.  

“Wait in the car Seokjin.”  

“Yes, Sir.”  

“And.. thank you, for staying with her.”  

-At least he’s still able to show gratitude, what a miracle . - It was your thinking, while you lay your eyes on television without paying the slightest attention.  

“Y/N?”  

“Go away.”  

“No.” You wanted to beat him but his tone forced you to watch him.  

He was broken, you could see it into his eyes. He was broken as much as you were, but you held by up to go to hug him.  

He came towards you but sat on the coffee table, trying to make you pay attention to him. Your red eyes rested on him and even though he had not wept, it was clear that he was in pain.  

“Yoongi, what do you want?”  

“You… and you know it. ”  

“You said that if I exit from our home, it was over.”  

“I was scared.”  

In two years you’ve never heard those words come out of his mouth and was that to upset you more. He had put his pride aside other times during your quarrels, but he had never admitted to being frightened by something.  

Yoongi leaned towards you, pushing aside the blanket and took your hands on his own. You didn’t withdraw them but you were still unwilling to listen to him.  

“The day I met you, I also discovered something new.” He muttered holding his gaze onto your hands; “There was someone capable of making me feel fear. You intimidated me Y/N and I don’t think you have ever realized. ”  

“Bullshit. When we first met, you were an asshole. ”  

“Yes, I was, but inside I kept wondering how the hell you couldn’t be afraid of me or… from what I was. ”  

You were about to argue again, you’d never been the girl to remain silent or to comply with every rule, when he knelt down in front of you.  

“What are you doing?” You asked, finally succeeding in blocking the sobs.  

“Can you be quiet for a moment, Y/N?”  

His question was veiled of desperation so you froze completely from saying something, just nodded continuing to watch him without understanding what was going on.  

“I know that my world isn’t the best;” He began to say, most clutching your hands into his. “and a few weeks ago you had a very clear demonstration. When Jimin told me you were missing my world is literally collapsed. It took Seokjin and Jungkook to stop me because just knew what had happened I just wanted to kill him without thinking of the consequences. I had to get rid of this idea because you are the person most precious to me. ”  

“Yoo–sorry, go on.” You apologized immediately and bit the tip of your tongue to silence.  

“When you were in my arms, safe and sound, the fear hasn’t gone away. It was there to make me aware that I might lose you at any moment. I just couldn’t figure out how to protect yourself without becoming a despot and believe me, I’m sorry for that. ” He continued to talk while you were looking at him and the desire to hug him grew more and more; “I wanted to do a few weeks ago but.. In short, everything happened and I couldn’t find the right opportunity. ”  

He left your hands just to grab something from the gray jacket he was wearing and you saw a small box in his hands so you finally understood.  

Even his hands, firm as usual, trembled when he opened the small box showing you an engagement ring. It was white gold, your favorite and it was as simple as perfect. Above all, it was the ring that you two had seen together several months before and you’d want to buy because you were in love with at first sight.  

“Y/N… I know I’m asking a lot because you’re aware of the risks. But I’d be the happiest man in the world if you’ll say yes. ”  

“Y-Yoongi” Your voice trembled, while other tears itchy your eyes and began to slide on your face.  

“I want to spend my life with you, in all circumstances and at all times. Would you do me the honor of marrying me, Y/N? ” He asked, and his eyes were shining with excitement, while his hands began to tremble even more violently.

“Yes, Yes and Yes again, Min Yoongi.”

Robin’s Nest: Part 18

Prompt: What if the robin’s were batmom’s and bruce’s biological kids?

AN: This series is slowly coming to it’s end. It makes me sad and happy all at the same time

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12 , Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17



Terry’s fifth birthday is a big one. Your home ends up filled with other five year olds and their parents. It’s all hands on deck for the big day, as the kids run all over the house. Despite having done this countless times before you’re more than a little stressed.

    Between making sure the kids don’t kill each other, and keeping the society climbing mothers away, you’re stressed to your max. You do your best to hide in the kitchen, as the older kids corral the younger ones. “Never again.”

    You roll your eyes, “You say that every time.”

    Bruce scowls, “And every time I think it can’t get worse, it does.”

    You hmmm, “So are we going to cancel Cass’ birthday?”

    Bruce scowls, “Of course not. I’m just saying an event planner is something to invest in.”

    “They’re children’s birthday parties. We don’t need an event planner.”

    “Just a clean up crew.”

    You take a bottle of water from the refrigerator, and kiss your husband’s cheek, “We’ll survive. Now go mingle with the other dads.”

“Do I have to?”

“Yes, because I have to mingle with the vipers that are their mothers.”

You slip out of the kitchen and allow your eyes to scan the crowd. Your eyes find a group of moms and you steel your nerves and force yourself to walk over. You approach from behind, just in case you chicken out. That’s when you hear them, “She didn’t even give poor Bruce a chance.”

There’s a giggle, “I know. How she tricked him into marrying her, I’ll never know.”

“I mean really. Running away together and getting pregnant right off the bat, it’s the oldest trick in the book.”

“And look at how many they have. Six biological kids, and then the two orphans, what is she trying to prove?”

“She’s not even that pretty. Her body has certainly gone to hell.”  

You bite the inside of your lip to keep from saying something. Stepping back, the nausea takes over and you slink back into the shadows. You slip upstairs and into your room. Your lunch makes a reappearance, before you collapse on your bed. The bed dips a moment later, and a head rests on your back.

Glancing back you grin at Duke, “What’s up kiddo?”

“They’re harpies. Mean bitter old women who are miserable in their own lives and looking to feel better about themselves.”

You sit up and he does too. Duke was a person who thrived on touch. His own parents had been big on hugs. You had sought to continue that. And as he had adjusted to your home, he’d grown comfortable in seeking reassurance, and finding his place in the family.

“I was playing hide and seek with Terry and his friends, I was under the table.”

“Did you win?”

He nods, “Yep, but I might have scared those women. I jumped out from underneath. One spilled wine down the front of her dress.”

You can’t help it, you laugh. “This would be the point I would normally parent, but I’m too exhausted right now.”

“So does that mean we’re off scot free.”

You blink at the sound of a new voice before several heads pop up. You smile as all your kids climb up onto the bed. Terry climbs right into your lap, “Thank you for my party mama.”    

You kiss the top of his head, “You’re welcome baby.”

Turning to your older kids you ask, “You were all hiding under the table?”

Jason shrugs, “We all think alike. I blame dad.”

Cass places a hand on your knee and signs “You’re very pretty mama.”

Tim nods, “What she said. They’re just mean.”

Dick’s smile is easy going but you can see the anger hidden below the surface, “I think from now on, these parties should only be family and close friends.”

There’s a chorus of agreement before a moment of silence settles over the group, “I like having a big family.”

Your eyes flash to Helena. Her eyes are thoughtful, “Sure sometimes these guys are annoying, and they only leave like three chips in a bag, but they’re always here for me.”

Jason echos the sentiment, “There’s always been someone to talk to, or play with, or blame.” You raise an eyebrow at the last one but he just smirks.

“There’s always someone to help us with homework, or spar against.” Damian chirps in.

Duke smiles, “We’re a family.”

You smile, “Very true, and I wouldn’t trade it for the world.” With smiles on their face you watch your kids leave the room.

You sit there on the bed for a few more minutes, and wait for Bruce to peek his head in. “How are you feeling?”

“Nauseous.”

He nods, and takes a seat next to you, “That’s common at this stage.” There’s a moment of silence before he asks, “Should we even bother saying this will be the last one?”

You smile, “This is the last one.”

Bruce wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you in close, “You sure about that?”

Your hands go to your belly, “No.”

“Duke’s right you know.”

“About what.”

“You’re amazing, and beautiful.”

You smile, “Those harpies were right. I have stretch marks, and a flabby tummy. Lord knows I’m not nearly as put together as I should be.”

Bruce’s hand goes to cover yours, “This belly has carried six babies, and is now carrying a seventh. You’re a mother to eight soon to be nine children it’s understandable that you’re not magazine cover ready. And the most important thing, you are gorgeous, and courageous, and I thank God for you every day, because you are the love of my life.”

Leaning into your husband you take in the amount of happiness that’s surrounding you, and you smile.

Wrapped Around; pt.6

Jimin x Reader x Tae // College!AU // 11.8k words 

Originally posted by shinevmin

Summary: Freshman year was a mess and sophomore year doesn’t seem to be looking too good either. You know boys like them are no good for you but maybe they’re just your kind of type

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut

A/N: hur hur finally!!! I always feel horrible for making y’all wait for a month for each chapter haha. also, im running out of appropriate vmin gifs lmaooo

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 2.5 | Part 3 | Part 3.5 | Part 4 | Part 5

Previously…

Jimin silently stuffs a spoonful into his mouth and although he had no appetite, the mere thought of this being something you made is enough to push him to forcefully swallow it. He thinks perhaps if he ate enough of it, it could help fill the vague emptiness he felt in his chest but he knew that only one thing could do that and that was you.


“So, he went to the ball with this Mina girl?” Solji asks, her voice slightly fuzzy over the phone speaker.

You let out a low hum of agreement, sinking down onto your bed, the phone still pressed to your ear.

“Because she asked?”

“Yes,” You sigh, setting your phone next to your head after selecting the loudspeaker option on your screen.

“And you had a week to ask him to the ball but you didn’t?”

“Well, I mean… yeah… but whatever, that’s not my point,” You groan. “My point is that he slept with Mina.”

“And is that a surprise to you? You really can’t blame him can you?” She asks. “He probably waited for you to ask him out to the ball and when you didn’t, he assumed you weren’t interested and went for someone else who was.”

“But I am interested,” You grumble, running your hand over your face in frustration.

Keep reading

Where’s daddy

(A/N): Literally so much angst and pain

Request: Hi ! I love your stories ! Do you think I can request a Bucky x Reader, where she has a 6yo son and he is Bucky’s but he doesn’t know ‘cause of HYDRA capturing him when she found out she was pregnant & they haven’t seen each other since, please?

Warnings: ANGST

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms, @superwholockian309, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor, @l8nitl0vr


Originally posted by dailymarvel

    Grant Barnes ran around the park, squealing alongside all the other children. Their mothers watched them from afar, all smiling and cheering their babies on. Some of them even had fathers watching them proudly, their eyes twinkling happily and their heart full of joy. And then there was (Y/N) who was sitting on one of the benches furthest away from the playground all by herself. She had no ring on her finger, no man to kiss her cheek and call her beautiful, she had no husband and Grant Barnes had no father. Perhaps six or seven years ago he had one but that felt like a century ago, a century ago the war ended, a century ago when every woman stopped at the stations to pick up her man, when every wife presented her child to the recently returned soldier but that hadn’t been (Y/N)’s case. Rather than go and pick her lover up from the station she had sat at home, breast feeding her brand new baby boy. 

   "Momma!“ Grant yells as he approaches his mother, all smiles and giggles despite the sweltering heat of Brooklyn. "Will you come play with me?” (Y/N) smiles as she reaches out to ruffle Grant’s hair, a small, disbelieving chuckle falling from her lips. 

   “Baby, don’t you want to play with the other kids?” 

   “No mommy, I want you to come play with me,” Grant tugged on (Y/N)’s sleeve, persistent in his choice. (Y/N) chuckles as they stand up, much to Gran’ts delight as he squeals happily. 

   “What do you wanna play baby boy?”

   “I wanna play soldiers!” Grant exclaims innocently, his eyes shining with excitement. (Y/N) sighs softly as her heart aches, the memories of Bucky slowly surfacing. She had managed to keep them down, try not to dwell on the thoughts of her long lost lover but it was always inevitable- there was always something that would remind (Y/N) of Bucky. The bitter scent of coffee in the mornings, a poster for a new science convention, the smell of fresh sheets, the warmth that would surround (Y/N) every time she climbed into bed; there was always a bit of Bucky in everything, even if he never really was there. 

   “Okay, who do you wanna be?” 

   “I want to be Captain America!” Grant shouted, beaming from ear to ear. Little did Grant know that he was actually named after the man himself, (Y/N) had figured Bucky would have wanted their baby boy to have something to do with Steve and since- well, since he wasn’t around anymore the least (Y/N) could do was name her child after him. 

   “Okay Cap’n,” (Y/N) salutes their baby boy, smiling when he giggled with excitement. “Where’s our first mission?”

   “Over in Germ-Germ-Germ-” 

   “Germany?” (Y/N) suggest lightly, laughing when her son beamed at her. 

   “Yes! In Germany,” He slurred the word a bit, making his little facade even cuter. 

   “Well Cap’n, I don’t see a plane anywhere, how do you suppose we’re gonna get there?” Grant hums, stroking his chin in thought before jumping excitedly at an idea.

   “I’m sure you wouldn’t mind carrying Captain America to battle,” Grant suggest, his blue eyes shining up at (Y/N) with child like hope.

   “Captain,” (Y/N) placed a hand over her heart, sniffling softly. “It would be my honor to carry you to Germany,” And with that (Y/N) slides her arms around her baby boy, marching him across the playground and to a nearby tree or as Grant called it- Germany. Grant squealed in delight as (Y/N) made airplane noises as she all but charged for the trees, more than delighted to make their sweet baby boy happy. All the other mothers and fathers stared at (Y/N) distastefully but she didn’t care, not when Grant was laughing hysterically and having the time of his life. (Y/N) could only have wished that Bucky was here to see him…

~70 something years later~

   Bucky looked down at the file in his hands, about the life he had left behind. There were pictures of (Y/N), looking as beautiful as he remembered her but there was someone else…a little dark haired, blue eyed boy who looked like the perfect combination of Bucky and (Y/N). 

   “His name was Grant,” Fury mutters from his seat, his eyes glued to Bucky’s hands clutching the folder. “(Y/N) named him after Steve,” Bucky gulps, reaching out with a hand to run his fingers along the photographs of what should have been his wife and baby boy. “She found out she was pregnant the day you fell of the train,” Bucky sighs shakily, throwing the folder to the side as he rubs at his burning eyes. He’d left an entire life behind, he’d left behind (Y/N), the love of his life, he’d left behind his family, he’d even left behind a baby he didn’t even know he had. “It’s not too late y’know,” Fury states as he grabs the folder, tucking all the papers and photographs back into manila folder gently. “We’ve kept tabs on Grant over the years…he’s in a home Bucky,” Bucky looks up at the older man, gulping once again. “He’s losing his memory so I suggest that if you wanna meet your kid you better do it now,” 

   And that’s how Bucky ended up where he was right now, standing in front of a white haired nurse in some retirement home. 

   “I’m uh- I’m looking for a Grant Barnes?”  

   “Oh! He hasn’t had visitors in years…” 

   “Yeah uh- I’m a distant cousin, thought I’d come see him for a bit,” The nurse smiles, clutching a clipboard to her chest tightly. 

   “That’s so sweet, he’ll be glad to see you. He’s in room 303 by the way, just down the hall and to the left,’ Bucky gives the nurse a light smile and a polite thank you before he walks down the hall, stuffing his hands in his pockets. All around him the sounds of beeping machines and oxygen tanks filled the air, leaving his heart aching at the thought that his boy- his own damn child- was one of the poor sickly elders here. 

   Bucky’s feet stop abruptly in front of room 303, the door decorated brightly in pink and red hearts, each one stating something wonderful about Grant- about his son. With a shaky sigh Bucky knocked his knuckles on the door, waiting for a nurse or someone to let him in. 

   “Come in!” A sweet female voice called. Bucky gently opened the door, poking his head inside the hospital room. There were two people in the room, an elderly looking man who once looked as though he had been beautiful but age had slowly withered away that beauty and a young female, perhaps around the age of twenty, sitting directly across from the man. “Can I help you?” She asks, smiling at Bucky sweetly. 

   “Uh yeah- um, I’m here to see Grant Barnes?”

   “That’s me,” The old man smiles, gibing Bucky a small wave. “What can I do for you sonny?” God- his own child was calling him son and if that didn’t sting Bucky didn’t know what did. 

   “Um-” Bucky looks down at his hand sheepishly, biting his lip in thought. He hadn’t really thought of what he was going to say when he finally met his own flesh and blood, he thought he’d chicken out and leave before he ever even met his son but now he was here, standing right in front of him. “Was your father James Buchanan Barnes?” The elderly man loses his smile, his face taking on an ugly kind of glare. 

   “What do you want to know about my father?” Bucky sighs again, raking a hand down his face, one that looked almost like his own sons expect much, much younger. 

   “I have a little problem you see- I’m James Buchanan Barnes,” 


   Explaining his situation to his son had been hard, he was almost thrown out of the building until Bucky began to tell Grant things about his mother that no one except himself could know. From there it had been a bit choppy, his son was in shock, as was Bucky, but slowly they opened up to each other and now here they were- talking about (Y/N) as though it were the most normal thing in the world. 

   “You shoulda seen her,” Grant sighs, his eyes twinkling as he looks at the ceiling. “She was so beautiful, all my friends liked her,” Bucky chuckles, smiling so damn widely he was surprised his face didn’t bust in two. 

   “She was gorgeous,” 

  “And strong, so strong,” Grant whispers, breathing out heavily. “She got a job after you- after you died,” Grant hesitates to say the words, almost reluctant to admit that his own mother was dead. “She worked long and hard hours just to provide for me. We were poor but that never stopped her- we may have been low on money but you can bet your bottom dollar that she would find a way to make me and the neighbor kids desert,” 

   “She always was so generous,” 

   “She was the best mom anyone could ever ask for,” Grant smiles a little, a small, tender little thing that had Bucky wondering just exactly what Grant was thinking. 

   “I wish I could have been there-” Bucky sighs, his heart suddenly sinking. “I wish I could’ve seen your first steps, or heard your first words, I wish I could have seen you on your first date or watch you walk down the aisle-” 

   “That doesn’t matter now,” Grant smiles, reaching over to take Bucky’s metal hand in his own, withered one. “You’re here now and that’s all that matters to me…It’s nice to finally meet you Dad,” Bucky smiles, chuckling a bit even with the tears burning at his eyes. 

   “It’s nice to finally meet my son,”  

With All My Heart - Part 8

Word Count: 3003

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Medical Situations

A/N: Tags are closed. Unbeta’d. All mistakes are mine. 

Feedback and constructive criticism always welcome and encouraged

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“You sure you’re gonna be ok with me gone?” Jensen asked for the 500th time. He was packing his bag to leave for PhoenixCon and while you didn’t really want him to go you knew he couldn’t disappoint the fans to stay behind with you.

“Yeah, it’ll be fine.” You reassured, wrapping your arms around him from behind and resting your head against his shoulder. “Emma will be here and Gen is gonna come by when Emma has to work so I’m pretty much covered. Plus, the dogs will keep me company.” You glanced over at Oscar and Icarus, who were both staring at you intently.

Jensen spun in your arms and put his arms around your neck, checking your face to see if you were lying. “Sorry the doctor said you couldn’t go. I really thought she’d say yes. You’re doing so well.”

“Yeah. Me too.” You sighed. “Plus, I’ve been getting a lot of people asking me on Twitter and stuff about singing since I did it in Rome. I was actually kinda hoping I’d get to do it again…”

“Wait.” Jensen stopped and blinked, pulling away from you while he continued to pack his clothes. “You actually…were planning on singing with me? Like on stage?”

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Tom Holland Imagine: Jealousy

Summary: You and Tom have a fight over his relationship with Zendaya

A/N: Hi bbies I wrote this with no prior plan and in one sitting so I’m very sorry if you don’t like it cause I was literally making up everything as I wrote it O.O

Warnings: fighting, harmful words

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I stared at my phone as yet another photo of Tom and Zendaya sitting awfully close appeared in my tagged photos on Instagram. The caption didn’t help how I felt.

“Tom and Z have been spending so much time together lately… does anyone know if he’s even still dating Y/N? She’s seems kind of irrelevant to him now… can’t blame him though lol”

I threw my phone on my bed and stormed out of the house. I needed air.

Tom stared at me in shock from the couch as he saw me storm past him.

“Y/N? Where are you going?”

“Out.”

“That’s not very specific… and it could be dangerous. Why don’t I go with you-”

“NO.”

Tom was caught off guard by my aggressive tone. He had never really seen me angry before. Our whole relationship was built off of trust so we were always honest with each other which lead to very few disagreements.

“Y/N, love, is everything alright?”

Tom’s sweet tone was all I needed to begin crying.

“No, nothing is alright. But it’s not like you care or notice. You spend all your time with fucking Zendaya.”

“Zendaya? Is that what this is about? You’re jealous? Love, she’s just a friend and a cast mate.”

“Don’t bullshit me, Tom. I’m not crazy and I’m certainly not stupid or blind. I’ve been in this situation before.”

“Y/N, nothing is going on with me and Zendaya! Don’t you trust me!?”

“I thought I did, Tom! But every single picture I see of you two, you’re basically on top of each other and you two spend an awful amount of alone time together. And don’t you think it’s a little bit odd that she takes you to meet all of her friends but doesn’t take Harrison, Jacob or Laura?”

“Harrison was sick and Jacob and Laura’s families were in town! That’s the only reason I was alone with Zendaya that day!”

“That still doesn’t explain why you two ALWAYS have to be next to each other in pictures and why she flew you and Harrison out to New York the other day!”

“Y/N, you’re overreacting. Please stop before this gets blown out of proportion.”

“Yeah, well, too late for that.”

And with that I was gone.


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It had been days since I last spoke to Tom. I was staying at my friend Adam’s house. I knew this would probably come back to bite me considering Adam and I used to date, but Tom and everyone else knew we were strictly friends now.

“Y/N, I made some pancakes!”

“Alright, coming! You better have bacon as well!”

“Well of course!”

I giggled and opened Instagram. I noticed tons of Tom’s fans commenting on my pictures calling my things like “whore”, “slut” and and saying “kill yourself”.

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion and saw I had been tagged in several pictures.

I opened them and saw pictures of Adam and I.

“Oh shit…”

There were pictures of me coming out of his apartment looking rather messy… but it was because I had just woken up!

And then there was a picture of us laughing and eating ice cream, and me with my head on his shoulder while we were sitting on a park bench and even one of him kissing my forehead while we were hugging…

I ran down the stairs and grabbed my purse.

“Adam, I have to go do something. I’ll be back.”

And with that, I was running down the street to Tom and I’s house.

I managed to cut the time it would normally take in half by running fast.

I knocked on the door and Harrison opened up.

“What the hell do you want?” He asked coldly.

“Look, it’s not what you think!”

“Oh isn’t it? Because it looks like you went out and cheated on my fucking best friend all because of some stupid idea you had running around in your goddamn mind!”

“I didn’t cheat on him! Can you please let me in? I need to talk to him!”

Harrison didn’t move so I pushed him out of the way.

“Y/N, stop!”

“No!”

I stormed through the house until I found Tom.

Oh god, I’m the worst person in the world…

The poor boy was curled up laying on the floor of our room. He was dressed in sweats and looked like he hadn’t slept in days. He was curled up in a blanket with disheveled hair and tissues laying around him from where he had been crying. He was staring at the wall with a blank expression.

“Tom? Sweetheart? Are you okay?”

“Why the hell are you here? To pack your things? Fine. Go ahead.”

I sighed and sat down next to Tom’s body. I pulled his head into my lap and began to run my fingers through his curls. Tom curled into me and began to sob hysterically.

“Why? Why would you do that to me? I never cheated on you with Zendaya. Never. She was helping me, okay? I-I wanted to give you a promise ring. I know we’re too young to get married, but I wanted you to know how much I love you. That’s why I was in New York. She was helping me pick out a ring, and she’s been helping me figure out how I was gonna ask you. And now you’ve gone and ruined everything we had.”

“Tom, I didn’t cheat on you. I know the pictures look that way, but I didn’t. Adam is the only person here I know. He was trying to make me feel better. You know Adam is one of my best friends. The kiss on the head was because I had just explained to him what had happened with us. Coming out of his apartment looking awful was because I hadn’t left the couch in 2 days, and the ice cream was because you of all people should know that nothing makes me feel better than a scoop of cookies and cream ice cream. I would never do that to you, Tom. I love you.”

Tom sniffled and pulled away to look up at me. I ran my hand down the side of his cheek and he pressed his face into it.

“I love you, too. I’m so sorry I abandoned you so much for Zendaya. And I’m sorry I assumed you would cheat on me without hearing you out. I should’ve put everything together…”

“You’re not wrong here at all, Tom. I am. I shouldn’t have stormed out like that but you know how I am. I always need time to cool off or I end up saying really harmful things that I don’t mean. And all your fans were saying you two were together and I just, I got paranoid because I’m terrified of losing you.”

“I’m terrified of losing you, too. God, when I saw those picture of you and Adam…”

“I know, baby. But I’m here. I want you. Not Adam. Now… what was that about a ring?”

Tom smiles and gets up from the floor. He walks over to our dresser and pulls out a box from one of his jean pockets.

“This wasn’t how we had planned it…”

“How did you plan it then? I’ll close my eyes and pretend I’m there.”

Tom walks back over to me and sits across from me. He takes my hands in his larger ones and I close my eyes as he begins.

“Bella Notte playing in the background, because I know how much you love Lady and the Tramp, we’re walking across your favorite bridge in the park after we’ve just watched the sun go down and had a picnic of pizza and chocolate covered strawberries because they’re your favorite… we’re standing on the bridge that Harrison and I covered in fairy lights… we’re standing under the stars… I get down on one knee in front of you and hold your hand… I say to you, ‘Y/F/N, you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I have loved you since I first laid my eyes on you in that coffee shop. I still remember hearing All of the Stars by Ed Sheeran playing in the background. Everything felt like slow motion and I knew in that moment that you were the love of my life. And then you fell in love with me. And I intend on working everyday to be worthy of your love. We’re only 20, so this isn’t a proposal… entirely. But I want you to know that my love for you is real. So I bought you this promise ring, so that you know that one day I’m going to come home and tell you that it’s time. And then I’ll have the greatest honor of all time by making you Mrs. Y/N Holland. Will you accept my promise?”

I was crying my eyes out at Tom’s speech that I could barely squeak out a yes before I jumped into his arms and peppered his face with kisses. Tom smiled and kissed me. When he pulled away he opened the box the reveal the most beautiful diamond ring I had ever seen. Tom slid the ring in to my finger and kissed me lovingly again.

“Well, wasn’t that lovely!”

Tom and I turned to see Harrison standing in the doorway holding up his phone, filming us.

“I can’t wait to send this to Zendaya!”

“Harrison! Why do you always have to ruin the best moments in my life!”

Highway (Part 7)

Originally posted by misunderstood-adventures

Summary: There’s a charming man that enters the diner like he owns the place, like he owns the town. And when he’s calling you babydoll, with a devilish smirk on his face and a twinkle of silver in his baby blues, you know you won’t be able to stop yourself from falling for the infamous Bucky Barnes.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Wordcount: 2,923

A/N: lol poor bucky dude

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The disappearance of Bucky Barnes took more of a toll on you than you’d expected.

You would’ve liked to say that it really didn’t matter all that much because it really shouldn’t have. You knew nothing more than his name and his address and the exact depth of his voice, the exact color of his eyes and brightness of his boyish grins. 

It’s been nearly two weeks without a word from the man that you’d quickly formed a bond with. 

You fancied your pride over desperation, however, so you responded to his radio silence with that of your own. You’d done so with a frown on your face and a yearning in your chest that begged you to search for him. Especially so after his most recent text, one that he’d sent you the night he took you out for a ride; it had been an oddly comforting text message. But then he never responded to your morning text. And then your afternoon text. And then one more after that.

And then you’d surmised that maybe he’d gotten bored with you.

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‘Poor, Baby.’ - Harry Styles Imagine

Originally posted by 50stylesofharrold

He was not up to it, since the morning arose, he was not up to anything, he woke up just feeling the worse, but he told himself he was fine, that he was just tired from the constant stress of releasing the fourth album for the band. He played it off, taking a warm hot shower, and getting dress. She did the normal like every morning, wake up, join Harry in the shower, and shower sex, but today was different. She walked in, wrapping her arms around his waist, kissing his shoulder blades, and giving him a hug from behind. Though, he did not respond to it.

She was confused, Harry would usually turn around, giving her a kiss, screwing the main reason of shower and devote his time to her, but today that did not happen. He did turn around looking at her, but the classic Harry Styles’ smirk was not there, his eyes showed weariness and he had a frown. (Y/N) pulled his hair up, and quickly placed it in a bun, watching him, giving him a empathic look, and rubbing his arms, pulling him into a hug, which he took gracefully.

“Alright there, baby?” She said, pulling away. He nodded, turning around grabbing the soap from the bench.

“Just tired.” He told her, she nodded understandably. (Y/N) went to her business with washing herself, and he did too. But he was still not up to it, he ignored the feelings and continued his morning routine.

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Finally?!

Originally posted by jjptwerkteam

After what felt like years and my trip I finally finished this and am highly motivated to write more again. 

please leave suggestions or requests here or check out the other stuff here.

thanks for all your guy’s patience and we are nearly at 500 I can’t believe it :0

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BAEKHYUN SMUT 

To say there was some tension between you and Baekhyun was an understatement. Ever since your mutual friend Chanyeol introduced him to the group you two were teasing each other. Suggestive and sassy comments where a daily thing and usual for your meeting. It was normal for your group which consisted mainly of guys so those comments were nothing unusual sure your girl friends weren’t better by a bit although those comments mostly happened between you and Baekhyun. You always joked around and told each other about the adventures you had well you did to your closest friends. About 6 month prior your friend Chanyeol had introduced Baekhyun to your group of friends during a party and everyone got along with him and so he started to hang out with you more often. Now you were in a restaurant eating and pre-drinking for a party you were about to go to. 

‘Ya y/n you haven’t told me what colour your underwear is yet’ Baekhyun joked. One drunk evening you guys started to talk about what a girls underwear would mean and soon he had asked you what kind of underwear you were wearing and then it became a thing.

'Nothing. as usual’ you said winking suggestive at him and he chuckled.

'So ready to party?’ You could see him tongue moving inside poking his cheek out.

'I’m always ready to party and you know that’ you brushed though your hair.

'Oh my gosh guys we are at a restaurant can you please behave a little bit more like it.’ Said Suho and you two laughed.

'I don’t believe you’ he said grinning.

'Wanna find out’ you whispered at him and he grinned even wider.

'Later baby later’ you and Baek never hooked up or something although many people thought you were the horniest couple in the world but you were just joking around. Sure there was some kind of tension when you made these jokes but you always made fun of it. You were even brilliant wingmen for each other, with the help of each other you never ever went home alone if you wanted to.Pre-drinks were getting you a little tipsy and you started whining that you wanted to go to the party now.

'Yes OK let’s go’ Chanyeol said after paying and you walked to the next taxi stand. Getting into the big taxi you guys started to talk about the people that were there. Kai’s crush was there and the guys where trying to convince him to talk to her.

'Kai it’s easy… First You take 2 drinks then you walk over to her preferably when she is close to a wall otherwise the way is to long. You gently but determined push her against the wall. You might put one hand on the wall next to her face.’ You turned to Baekhyun pushing your hand against the backrest.

'Then you look her into the eyes and say >>you look beautiful today<< and they you kiss her’ Baekhyun grabbed you and pretended to make out with you violently. You started to laugh and looked at Kai.

'I don’t think I will to that.’ He said skeptical.

'It worked with Baekhyun’ you said leaning back into your seat.

'Baekhyun is easy to pull though’ said Sehun earning a punch from Baekhyun. You arrived at the party location. It was a big apartment and you could already hear the music form upstairs. The guys knew other people so they quickly disappeared while you decided to go to the kitchen to get another drink. You mixed a strong mixture that made you shiver but you know that in a few sips it would taste a lot better. 

'No one to pull?’ You turned around and grinned at Baekhyun. 

'Haven’t had a look’ you said while Baek took your cup and took a sip. He flinched at the strong taste.

'A lot of couples and the rest looks boring.’ Baek said and you sighed.

'Well I got ready for nothing.’ He grinned.

'Oh well poor girl… well all of this for nothing’ he brushed over your sides.

'Yes it took me so long’ you whined. And took your cup back out of his hands and finished it.

'Oh poor you’ he patted your shoulder and you playfully sulking put your head on his shoulder. He brushed over your back and laughed.

'Well we could check if there is someone other or we go to a bar’ you looked at him grinning.

'Or WE hook up’ you said jokingly at his face. Well you were kind of joking sure hearing his stories you wondered if he was fully truthful but it was nothing more than a little curiosity. You looked at each other.

'Or that’ he said joking still looking at you. You locked eyes and let it be the influence of the alcohol but you tiptoed to connect your lips. Instantly you stared to move your lips. Baekhyun’s lips were soft. And hot. And way to good feeling. You felt arms creeping around you pulling you closer. Like if you had done this a million times your fingers moved to him hair pulling it a little. Baekhyun was now holding your hips tight pushing you against the counter. You could feel southern regions of your body feeling very happy that this happened and starting to get ready for usage (🙈 well if there is a way to say it more awkward tell me I’m sure there isn’t) Suddenly you two broke apart unintentionally you tried to follow his lips but you two ended up looking at each other. His lips were darker a little swollen maybe and his chest was rising and falling fast. 

'Woow’ he panted 'that was..’

'Hot?!’ You panted as well and he laughed nodding.

'Yes hot’ his hands were still on your hips thumbs circling over your hip bone. You looked at each other for a few more seconds. Baekhyun’s eyes were dark with lust. his body was still pressed against yours, making you feel hotter by the second. He kissed you again hungrily, passionately and wild making you nearly go out of breath. He pushed you harder against the counter forcing his leg between yours. His thigh was pushing against your core and in desperate need for some friction you started to move your hips pressing against the rough fabric of his jeans. Baekhyun bit your lip not so much that it really made you feel pain but enough to let your abdomen starting to feel a little tighter and definitely enough to let a moan escape your lips. He laughed one hand wandering towards your breast, massaging them over the fabric of your dress.

'Baek we need to close the door.’ You said between steamy kisses.

'You want to do it here?’ He asked a smug grin on his face.

'I’m sure you can’t walk that far either’ you joked seeing the huge tent in his pants. He closed the door just to open it again. You looked at him confused but he took some bottles and placed them before the door then removed his jacket and hung it on the door nob. The clicking sound of the door indicating it was locked made your body shiver in excitement. He walked over to you grinning devilishly then grabbing your sides and simply pushing you onto the counter. You mouth formed a surprised oh before you slung your legs around his hips pulling him close. He started to kiss your neck making your head roll back resting against one of the cupboards. 

'Let me see if you were lying about that underwear earlier’ he said grinning already getting down onto his knees.

'I was’ you panted grabbing his hair instinctively. He shoved your dress upwards, grinning slyly at the sight of your underwear.

'Black lace… I like’ he clicked his tongue and you shifted more towards him. With one move your underwear was removed you didn’t care were it landed you just cared that it wasn’t between you and Baekhyun anymore. He grabbed your legs and placed them over his shoulders making sure you wouldn’t slip from the counter. His long slender finger brushed against your tights teasing you.

'Baek’ you moaned looking at him. The he went down on you. First he moved his tongue lightly over your folds but your darting hips and hair pulling made him soon go faster and more powerful. With every lick you felt yourself tighten a little bit more you bit your bottom lip to hold back moans but you were sure you would be soon drawing blood. The story Baekhyun had told were all true he was skillful. Very skillful. After making you a moaning mess under his licks he added his slender fingers. Curling, brushing your walls and hitting all the right spots you knew you couldn’t hold it in much longer. 

'Baek I’m…’ He got up looking you in the eyes fingers still inside you.

'Cum’ he said demanding pushing again into you. And following his instructions your body sprang free you head shot back to the cupboard hitting it but you didn’t feel it. All you could feel was your body exploding under his touch and stare. Still on your high he grabbed your chin dragging you to him again kissing you hungrily till you rode out your high. After the last waved had crashed over you and your vision had cleared again you jumped from the counter pushing Baek to the wall opening his jeans. His member just sprang free and you were happily surprised at the length of his package. He grinned at you biting his lip and you winked.

'Impressive’ your hand moved down stroking his already fully erect member. You grabbed your purse getting out a shiny little bag. Ripping it open you smiled at him then slowly rolled the condom all the way down his length. He moaned at all your touches. You pushed him down on the floor in a sitting position. Removing his trouser just as much all you needed to have a free access you straddled him. You could already feel his member lying against your core. You looked at him and kissed him again. He was paralyzed for a moment when you moved down taking his member in. All he managed to do was a grunty moan holding your hips tight. Baekhyun stretched you and you needed to take a moment for adjustment. His hands were impatiently holding you closer. You rolled your hips Baekhyun’s nails digging into your hips pushing you down again. Your hands rested on his shoulder seeing the muscles tense up when he pulled you towards him again. There were probably party sounds around you but you couldn’t hear them all you could hear was the sound his and your skin made crashing onto each other and your uneven shaky moaning breaths. His hips darted upwards thrusting powerful into you and little white stars started to appear in your vision again. You looked at Baekhyun his eyes were nearly closed trying to hold on a little longer. You knew you were close to the edge too so you kissed his shoulder. Your orgasm hit you so hard you needed to bit into his shoulder to not cry out load. Baekhyun seemed to really like it because as you were tightening around his member you felt him twitch inside you giving an airy groan. You rested your head on his shoulder needing some time to catch your breath. He stroked your sides slowly also panting heavily. You stood up and pulled your dress down. Baekhyun got rid of the condom and pulled his pants back on. He looked at you and laughed.

'Seeing how this went we should’ve done it much earlier’ you hit him and laughed.

'Let’s get going’ he said taking your hand. 

'To where?’ You asked confused. He just chucked.

'To my place of course silly. Or do you think this was everything.. nah i have much more that I want to do to you’ you looked around remembering that you actually had once wore a pair of underwear.

'My panties’ you said looking around. Baekhyun reached into the pocket of his jeans and proudly showed you the black lace panties. You wanted to take them but he quickly put them pack into his pocked.

'I’m keeping these’  

'Perv’ you scoffed grinning. Baekhyun opened the door and you were greeted by Chen.

'Oh no guys really?!’ He said with a grin that was supposed to be judging but you were sure you could also see a trace of “I knew this would happen sooner or later” in it.

'We are leaving it’s boring’ announced Baekhyun and dragged you to the exit.

Got Me Feeling Emotions

Originally posted by fake-fbi-agent-winchester

This is for @iwriteaboutdean​ Amanda’s 200 Follower 90′s Baby Challenge! I chose the iconic song-Emotions by the legendary Mariah Carey.

Characters: Y/n, Dean, Sam

Pairing: Dean x Y/n (GENDER NEUTRAL READER)

Warnings: Fluff, happiness, tiny mentions of smut, Demon Dean being a sap, like, grossly sappy, kidnapping.

Word count: 1313

Summary: Dean experiences something he never thought he would again-emotions.

A/N: Ok, so here’s some fluff with Demon Dean, then a tiny bit of angst, cos Sam’s that kind of a moron who’d fuck shit up. But yea…the song is sorta woven into the fic. Hope u like it!!!

Tagged peeps: @waywardsons-imagines@whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname@sallyp-53@salvatorexwinchester@helvonasche@notnaturalanahi@wayward-mirage@riversong-sam@nerdflash@miss-miep@impala-dreamer@unknown-chronicles@chelsea072498@deals-with-demons@plaidstiel-wormstache@impalaimagining@deathtonormalcy56@the-latina-trickster@aingealcethlenn​ @squirrels-angels-and-moose @meganwinchester1999@cubs2019-blog@lucifer-in-leather@p–trick@straightestgay-voice@professsionalsinner@deantheotherkingofkinks@50shadesofyes​ @lucis-unicorn @whispersandwhiskerburn@lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell@colespriverdale​ @daddysxlittlexsunshine @atc74​ @wonderange @mogaruke@aiaranradnay

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This wasn’t how it was meant to be.

I wasn’t supposed to feel this way.

Hell, I hadn’t ever felt this way before.

Not really.

Lisa was…a necessity.

I was with her because I needed normality after Sam died.

I’d long since realized, Cassie was an experience.

My first real romance.

I’d never loved her though.

Not really.

I had never been in love before.

Yet…I knew exactly what it felt like.

Because I was feeling it right now.

Except, it was impossible.

I had no emotions. I had no love in my twisted soul and black heart.

I had nothing inside me, except rage, despair and hatred.

So, why were you making my heart yearn for you?

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Two Men, Three Angels, And A Baby, part 5

Part 4

Tagging: @sumara62, @evyiione, @moose-and-sqruille-lover, @blackcat995, @borky-barnes-pls, @morbid-apricots, @loufworld

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A few days later, Sam was researching when he heard Dean start to laugh in excitement. Sam looked up to see Dean step into the library with you in tow.

“Sammy! She’s learned a new trick!”

“She’s not a dog, Dean.”

Dean sat you on the table, keeping one hand on your back. You smiled at Sam and tried to crawl over to him, but Dean held on to you. “Y/N,” he said, causing you to look up at him. He pointed to himself. “What’s my name?”

You stared at him.

“What’s my name, Y/N?”

“Een!”

Dean laughed again, a strange joy crossing his face that Sam hadn’t seen in a long time. He pointed to his brother. “Who’s that?”

“Am!”

“Good girl! Go get him,” Dean said, releasing his grip. You crawled across the table, Sam scooping you up when you got near.

“Am!”

“Close enough,” he said with a smile.

“That’s not even the best part,” Dean said. “Y/N, who’s our angel friend?”

“Ah?”

“No, the angel. Angel.”

“Ass!”

Dean tipped his head back in laughter. Sam wanted to chastise his brother but he had to admit, it was pretty funny.

“I can’t wait to show that to Cas. He’s not going to think it’s funny, but I sure as hell do.”

“Ass?”

“That’s right, Y/N,” Dean said. “Ass.”

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For the most part, you were an easy baby. But as Dean had pointed out, you’d always been a feisty adult. It was only a matter of time before your adult personality would try to shine through.

“Come on, Y/N,” Sam said, slightly weary. For whatever reason, you’d been extremely clingy today. Normally, Sam wouldn’t have minded, but he really needed to get the research done for the werewolf case that Dean was off on. Sam needed to help find the exact location where the next attack would be; there were at least four probable spots.

You whined, wrapping your fingers into the front of Sam’s shirt.

“Please, Y/N, it’s just for a few hours. I’ll put on a cartoon for you. And when I’m done, I promise I’ll cuddle you until you can’t take it anymore. But I need to get this done.”

You whimpered, which turned into an outright wail when Sam carefully placed you into the playpen. You turned your hurt expression up to him, making grabby hands. “Am!”

“Y/N, please. It’s all right, I promise.”

Apparently, you didn’t believe him. You reached for one of the rubber blocks in your playpen and hurled it up towards Sam. Your aim and strength were surprisingly accurate, the block hitting Sam square in the nose. It didn’t hurt so much as surprise him.

“We don’t throw things,” he said.

“Ah!”

Sam sighed. He picked you up and turned you around, the best he could do for ‘corner time’ in the playpen. He took the rest of your blocks out of the playpen, dropping them to the ground. He thought about taking away your stuffed fox as well, but he wasn’t a monster.

You sniffled slightly while Sam sat down on the couch, typing away on his laptop. He kept an eye on you while he worked, noting that you didn’t make any sort of attempt to turn around or to take comfort in your fox. After an hour or so, Sam found a likely location for the werewolf. He sent a text to Dean as he shut his laptop before stepping over to your playpen. “Y/N?”

You didn’t turn around.

Sam stepped around the playpen and crouched down before you. “Y/N, are you mad at me?”

You scowled at him, an expression of hurt and anger on your tiny face.

“I’m sorry, sweetie. But I had to get work done. We had to help Dean.”

“Een?”

“That’s right. He’s off on a hunt and he needed our help.” Sam gave you a small smile. “You want cuddles now?”

For a moment, you looked like you wanted to hold your grudge. But your face lightened and you raised your arms. Sam stood and lifted you from the playpen, holding you close to his chest. He crossed to the couch, clicking on the television.

“Am?”

“Yes, Y/N?”

You pointed towards the blocks before carefully reaching up and pressing your hand against Sam’s nose. “Ah?”

Sam smiled, pressing a kiss to your head. “Apology accepted.”

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“I know, Y/N, I know.” Sam pressed his hand to your forehead, feeling the heat radiating from you. “I’m going to get you some medicine and you’ll feel better soon.”

You whined, fussing in Sam’s arms. He carefully set you in the plastic seat on the table, earning a pitiful cry.

“Just a minute, I promise,” he said, grabbing the baby-approved medicine. “Will you be a good girl and take this?”

You whined but opened your mouth. Sam slipped the medicine in and slipped the nipple of a bottle of water into your mouth. Once the medicine was down, Sam picked you up and started rubbing your back; it was sweaty beneath his palm.

“Let’s get you changed,” Sam said. “Maybe that will make you feel better.”

He took you back to his room and laid you on the bed. He pulled the sweat-soaked onesie off of you, slipping a dry one on in its place.

“My poor baby,” he whispered, picking you up and cradling you again. “I wish there was more I could do.”

As he walked into the living room, Sam found that he was not alone in the bunker.

“Lucifer. What are you doing here?”

“Perhaps I can be of service.”

“What?”

Lucifer held his arms out. “May I?”

Sam carefully handed you over, ready to take you back the moment you started to fuss. But you were relatively quiet. He watched as Lucifer sat and leaned back on the couch, laying you down on his chest. He placed a hand on your back.

“The cooler skin should help lower her fever,” he said as way of explanation.

Sam nodded, sitting on the opposite end of the couch. He watched as your eyes drifted shut, your whimpering ceasing. “How are you so good with her?” he finally asked, a question that had been on his mind since your first interactions with Lucifer.

The corner of Lucifer’s mouth twitched. “Babies… are more trusting.”

“But… she’s still Y/N. She knew you before.”

Lucifer turned to Sam. “My brother hasn’t told you?”

“Told me what?”

“Y/N… is slowly losing the fight.”

“What do you mean?”

“She’s still in here, but there’s another force in there, too. The overwhelming nature of a normal baby. The longer she’s like this, the more the other mindset takes over.”

Sam’s heart froze for a minute. “How… how much longer does she have before…”

Lucifer shook his head. “Hard to tell. Maybe a month, maybe a year… hell, maybe she’ll always have a bit of fight in her.”

“Are Cas and Gabe anywhere closer to finding the cure?”

“Closer than they were yesterday. But that’s really not saying much.”

The three of you sat in the living room in silence, the weight of this news pressing against Sam’s chest like the weight of you pressed against Lucifer’s.

BabyDaddy!Cal Pt. 4

A/N: I had wrote this before I even finished Pt.3 so it’s been ready to post lmao. I’m finally giving you all the much requested smut so I hope y'all are satisfied for now. Imma start on 5 so, the quicker this gets to 100 notes with feedback the quicker it comes. Hope y'all love bugs enjoy💕

I know I could of ended it better but I couldn’t think of a good way, sorry.

OH and I’m just starting a diet today and boiiii…let’s see how long I can last lmaoo.

**WARNING**: Smut (blowjob to be specific)


Parts: one, two, three, four, five, six,seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty{END}


“It’s about damn time you got a new hairstyle.”

“Well, excuse me for embracing my natural curls, Connor.” You snorted as the blonde rolled his eyes at you.“ I can’t believe you’re seriously dying your hair.”

“I can’t believe I let you pick the color.” Connor laughed.“If I walk out of here looking crazy, Y/N, I’m going to kill you.”

“Deadass?” You challenged and he gave you the eye.

“Deadass."he attempted to copy your accent and both you and your hairstylist laughed.

The complications of finding a black hairstylist in a salon that doesn’t overcharge in Australia was complicated. Usually you paid no more than eighty dollars for someone like your cousin, your friend’s aunt, or even someone’s mother to do your hair in the comforts of their home. You had been coming to your stylist, Kim, every since you’ve moved here and she had never let you down. She understood the struggle of African American hair and you didn’t trust anyone else to come near your head.

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Wonwoo As A Father

Originally posted by yixseok

AHHHH!!!! You’re S. Coups as a father was so good and I may have fangirled a little too much over it lol. I don’t know if you a have a certain order, but can you do Wonwoo next if all possible. And maybe make him have a little girl

  • Wonwoo is everyone’s bias wrecker
  • Like even if he isn’t he still is so lets see how far I can get without fangirling
  • Wonwoo is another member I can really see having daddy instincts almost instantly when being a father
  • He would be so nervous though and have doubts about being good enough
  • He would be so oblivious to your hints while trying to tell him you were pregnant
  • When you had found out that you were two months pregnant from skipping a period
  • You were kind of scared of the reaction Wonwoo would give you seeing that the two of you aren’t even married yet
  • Heck with it you weren’t even engaged
  • He was just your 6ft dorky book loving boyfriend
  • You were pretty sure that both you and him were not even 5% ready to have a baby together
  • You knew you had to tell him though
  • You can’t keep a swollen belly hidden away from your boyfriend forever
  • So you tried slipping the idea of children smoothly into conversations
  • “You know Wonwoo, those kids at the park were really cute. Ours would be cuter though”
  • “That couple has a cute little baby. I’m pretty sure we could make a baby that cute too”
  • “These baby commercials really have me thinking, catch my drift?”
  • Wonwoo would be so goddamn dense about it though and you couldn’t seem to get the idea of having a baby stuck in his head
  • So you turned to the one resource you knew your boyfriend would never miss
  • books
  • You managed to take the picture of your ultrasound and fold it up in his novel that he was currently reading
  • One night before bed when you were cuddled up under the covers next to your boyfriend, he decided to catch up on that one very special novel
  • It took a couple minutes until he flipped to the page you marked with the ultrasound picture
  • Wonwoo took out the photo and looked at it with a confused face
  • “[y/n] do you know why there is a picture of a baby in my book? And why does it have your name on it??”
  • “Because it’s mine” you would reply
  • Wonwoo would look at you and laugh thinking that you were joking
  • He would stop immediately though once he found out that you were dead serious
  • Then he would turn even whiter than his whitewashed photos
  • “you’re not joking”
  • You would just nod your head slowly and bit your lips in fear of his response
  • Wonwoo would stay silent for a couple of moments before breaking out in a small grin
  • “do you think it’ll be a little girl? I’ve always wanted a little girl”
  • Just his few words would be enough to reassure you that this was going to be a great experience
  • especially now since you have your boyfriend’s full support over the pregnancy
  • Wonwoo would be so caring throughout the entire thing
  • He would be that man to always make sure he held the doors for you
  • Even in your own apartment where the doors didn’t really need to be held for you to get to room to room
  • He would reassure you that he would cook dinner for the next 7 months of your pregnancy
  • You would be skeptical but wouldn’t complain because you loved the fact that Wonwoo was going all out to pamper you during these next few months
  • He would absolutely fail miserably at cooking for you and you would end up fixing his mistakes
  • He somehow managed to burn water (which i may or may not have done before so don’t judge)
  • In the end you really did give him credit because he tried so hard to make a good meal for you and he would get so upset when it wouldn’t turn out right
  • Telling the boys would be an interesting experience
  • Like all they would do is shower the poor man with questions and tease him for the rest of his life
  • “hyung, boys are the one’s with penises right?”
  • “i s2g kim mingyu you’re such a headass”
  • Although Mingyu seemed to act naive to the entire thought of his best friend having a baby
  • He actually was pretty helpful
  • He offered to do the shopping for the two of you
  • He would walk your dog
  • He would water your plants (only to get smacked by Wonwoo because he over watered and killed your cactus)
  • But overall he was a great help
  • Wonwoo would be so giddy when it came to his first viewing of the ultrasound
  • It was your six month checkup and he was beyond excited to finally find out the gender of your baby
  • He would hold your hand throughout the entire process and watch closely as the doctor explained to you guys about the different parts visible on the screen
  • The doctor would then smiled and point to the lower half of the baby and talk to the two of you in a calm tone
  • “it looks like the two of you are going to have a healthy little girl”
  • Wonwoo would cry on the spot because having a baby girl was what he really wanted ever since he found out you were pregnant
  • “Wonwoo, are you okay? you sound like a dying whale”
  • “i’m not crying a spec just flew into my eye”
  • he would say as showers of tears poured down his face
  • This oaf would be so happy about the entire thing for weeks
  • It’s all he would talk about to the boys and even to random strangers on the street
  • “Hey, did you know that the gender of my baby is going to be a-”
  • “A girl, we know wonwoo”
  • “Are you guys psychic or something?”
  • Wonwoo would be so obsessed with shopping for your little girl
  • Like he would be spoiling her even before she was born
  • Her entire nursery would be pastel colors
  • He’d buy her every single plushie he would see
  • There would always be a moment when the two of you were shopping that you needed to pull your boyfriend to the side and tell him that you’re little girl already has enough
  • Of course he would never listen and still end up buying the whole store
  • The first time you felt the baby kick was during one of Seventeen’s practices
  • And of course you ended up disrupting the entire thing
  • Not that you tried
  • When the baby kicked it took you by shock because you weren’t expecting it and you didn’t realize what was happening until it happened so you were like
  • “o h”
  • Wonwoo heard you and thought that something bad happened so he would scream for the music to stop and quickly run over to you to see if you were okay
  • The boys would follow him quickly because you were like family to them and they were worried also
  • “give me your hand”
  • “why??? what’s wrong”
  • You would take his giant hand and place it onto your round belly
  • It would take a couple of seconds until the baby kicked agian and wonwoo was like
  • :O
  • He would scream loudly and turn to his members and motion for them to place their hands on your belly too
  • And that’s basically how you ended up with 13 hands on your pregnant belly
  • All the boys would be so giddy about it and would start screaming about how excited they were to complete this milestone with you
  • This wasn’t exactly how you expected the first kick to go but honestly it was better than you thought
  • Everything since then seemed to run pretty smoothly
  • The only thing that really bothered you were the constant contractions and morning sicknesses
  • The doctor told you that it was normal though because the baby was so close to it’s due date
  • You and Wonwoo were both nervous and excited because you’ve been waiting for this moment for the past 9 months
  • Wonwoo started having his last minute “i’m not good enough” doubts about being a father
  • You did everything to reassure him that it would be perfect though
  • And finally the day came
  • Your contractions were being extra painful that day and Wonwoo was too afraid to leave you all on your own so he decided to take you to work with him where you laid down on a sofa in jihoon’s studio
  • You were about to fall asleep when you felt a sharp pain run through your abdomen followed by trickling liquid
  • You were like “oh shit” and stood up to go find Wonwoo
  • But the second you stood up you screamed out in pain
  • Lucky for you Jihoon was headed back to his studio to grab one of their newest tracks and heard your scream
  • He immediately ran to your side and judge by the way you were struggling to stand he knew exactly what was happening
  • He allowed you to hold onto him as he led you to the practice room where your boyfriend was
  • Right as you walked through the door, you made eye contact with Wonwoo
  • Wonwoo asked you what was wrong and Jihoon gave him a dead face
  • “dude she’s going into labor, can’t you tell??”
  • Wonwoo’s eyes popped out of his head as he went to dial for an ambulance but luckily Seungcheol stopped him and told him to just have someone drive you to the hospital instead
  • So Wonwoo grabbed a staff member and had them run the two of you to the hospital
  • You didn’t really remeber most of the trip because the pain was too much for you to handle at the time so you ended up passing out on the way there
  • The nurse woke you up in time to tell you that it was time to push
  • And damn was that quite the wake up call
  • Wonwoo helped you push pretty well and he managed to stay calm and collected through the entire thing
  • He knew that if he stressed you out that wouldn’t be good so he tried to stay strong
  • But really he was dying on the inside
  • And finally loud cries were heard
  • And no, it wasn’t from that baby
  • It was from your dorky boyfriend who had a giant grin on his face and broke down at the sight of your little girl being held in the arms of the nurse
  • “she’s here! she’s really here [y/n]!”
  • You couldn’t help but smile at your boyfriend as he continued to fuss over how happy he was
  • The nurse soon got the baby cleaned off and handed it to your boyfriend to give to you
  • But he didn’t want to let go
  • You couldn’t blame him though
  • He looked so mezmerized by the small girl and his eyes were so glossy with delight at the sight of her in his arms
  • He couldn’t process how something so tiny could mean so much to him
  • After a couple of days it was finally time to take her home
  • Of course Wonwoo took up the role of becoming her tour guide
  • He would walk around the house with your little girl in his arms and show her around and introduce her to all your plants
  • “these are the marigolds, these are the daisies, and this is the cactus that uncle mingyu killed so he is not allowed to come around the house until your much older because the same thing might happen to you too”
  • She would start at him with her big brown eyes as if she were listening to every word he was saying
  • This is how you knew that your little girl would have her daddy wrapped around her finger
  • As she grew older Wonwoo refused to miss any of her major milestones
  • Such as her first steps when she fell into his arms and he was so proud
  • Or when her first words were “woowoo” and he was melting over how cute she sounded as she tried to say his name
  • Honestly you couldn’t tell if she was trying to mimic the trains you took her to see of if she was calling out for her father’s attention
  • But you didn’t want to fight about it because it made Wonwoo so happy
  • But basically that’s how Wonwoo got his nickname from you and no matter how many times he told you to stop you were like
  • “yeah, whatever woowoo, you know you like it”
  • And he honestly didn’t mind because he loved you so much
  • Sometimes you wondered if he loved you as much as his little girl
  • But he always said he loved you both the same
  • He would be so protective over her
  • Like when the two of you needed a babysitter so you could go out for a special dinner together Mingyu offered to watch her
  • You were okay with it but Wonwoo was afraid he would kill her like he did with his precious cactus
  • You literally had to pull him out the door so he could let Mingyu do his job
  • And throughout the entire night he couldn’t stop worrying about his little girl
  • “if you were so worried about leaving her alone why did you ask me for dinner tonight?”
  • “because i had important business to take care of with you but i didn’t think you would call the worst possible person to babysit”
  • And because he was so worried he would completely rush through the night and almost forgot that he was planning to propose to you so before you guys left he restaurant he shoved a black box into your hands and you were like
  • “lol okay”
  • So that’s basically how you got engaged which is another story
  • And when you got home you told him that there really wasn’t anything to worry because of the sight you walked into
  • Mingyu was laid across your sofa with your little toddler craddled into his chest
  • Wonwoo walked over to the two of them and placed a blanket over top of them and pouted the entire way back to you
  • “he’s gonna take her away from me”
  • “shut up dork, no he’s not”
  • The wasn’t the last time he got jealous over Mingyu’s relationship with your daughter
  • There was also the time they had a tea party and your daughter declared Mingyu her new boyfriend
  • And it was like that way for 3 years until Minghao’s son strutted into your daughter’s life and was like
  • “sup babe you got a man??”
  • And that’s how you and Minghao’s wife started fangirling about how cute your kids would be with each other
  • Wonwoo and Minghao on the other hand were not happy because they didn’t want their babies to have anyone in their lives so young
  • The two of them were best friends for like their entire life
  • Despite Minghao’s baby being a year younger than your daughter
  • And when they got into high school Minghao told Wonwoo that his son had a major crush on his daughter
  • And jealous Wonwoo was back
  • All that went away though when Minghao’s son came over to your place one day to ask if he could take your daughter to prom
  • He was so nervous because Wonwoo looked so intimidating
  • But Wonwoo only smirked at him and was like
  • “dude, chill. if you want to take out my daughter you can, it’s just prom right??”
  • But Wonwoo was wrong because prom actually made their relationship turn into more and before you knew it your daughter had a boyfriend
  • You were honestly just glad that your daughter was with someone that you could trust to not hurt her
  • But Wonwoo had a hard time processing it
  • He did get over it after a while and realized that his daughter was really happy with baby hao
  • God he was such a mess when it came to her graduation
  • He was the one dad who took way too many pictures
  • But he also came up with the cute couple ideas for graduation pics for both his daughter and Minghao’s son
  • The two of them ended up going to the same college and Wonwoo was kind of relaxed because at least his daughter had someone to look after her while she was away
  • Fast forward a couple years
  • MInghao and your daughter were in their last year of college
  • Your daughter had actually just gotten excepted into medical school while Minghao’s son got excepted into veterinary school
  • So Minghao’s son showed up at your door one day during break and asked if he could take Wonwoo out
  • Of course Wonwoo hesitated before he agreed because it was his daughter’s boyfriend and it could do him some good to get to know her
  • He may have also been forced out by his wife
  • Baby hao was so nervous though like he kept shaking and was causing Wonwoo some stress
  • It wasn’t until he spilled juice all over Wonwoo’s pants that Wonwoo finally broke
  • “dude, are you okay”
  • Hao’s son was shocked that Wonwoo seemed so chill about it all so he decided to come clear about why he took Wonwoo out
  • “I want to marry your little girl”
  • Wonwoo was speechless and soon broke out into a small smile
  • “you’re okay kid, you can marry her if you want”
  • And that was how the two of them bonded
  • Wonwoo even helped baby hao plan his proposal
  • And a couple years later they ended up getting married
  • His daughter was so nervous the day of but Wonwoo helped calm her nerves
  • And the look he gave when he was his baby girl in her wedding gown made him cry
  • Like she was so beautiful
  • It was the same reaction he gave his wife as she walked down the aisle so many years back
  • Wonwoo’s little girl was finally grown up and he couldn’t be prouder of his family
  • Even though he gave his little girl away to another man, he still had his loving wife by his side to reassure him that everything was okay
  • He was okay
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» mafia!yoongi/namjoon, 4.3k, mafia yoongi is pissed [] &  sugamon threesome []

warning: smut (threesome, love hate idk, jealousy?, blow job, hand job, does this count as slight torture?, weird shit man)

“A bet between friends. If you win, I’ll leave you alone and you can live in peace, I won’t try to destroy you or take your people, nothing like that. But if I win, you give me everything. Deal?”

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

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RFA (+Saeran & V) x Reader -A girl’s chocolate eaten!

Okay, here it is!!! *feels acomplished (ಥ﹏ಥ)* x3

First of all, Saeyoung’s HC is safe for you to read, don’t worry my dear friend, but the rest of them are a little suggestive ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) (Kisses, Innuendos… I wanted to spice it up a little, I’m sorry if that bothers you, I really hope it doesn’t, there’s no smut, I swear, it’s just a little spicy)

I really hope you enjoy! ٩(♡ε♡ )۶



SAEYOUNG / 707

  • He already ate a bag or two of Honey Buddha Chips, so he thought… He innocently thought that he could eat that delicious chocolate without being charged for treason.
  • He clearly didn’t know how a girl’s fury can be worse than that of the devil.
  • “But… but… I swear, babe, I-I…just…” He said nervously, trying to get to calm you down.
  • “Ah-ah, no babe, no…” You shook your head and looked him straight on his eyes “IT’S MY CHOCOLATE YOU’VE EATEN… Not Saeran’s, not Vanderwood’s… but MINE” You pointed your finger at him and lightly poked his chest with itYOU DON’T KNOW HOW BAD THAT IS!” You yelled, you were mad as hell and you sure were scaring the shit out of him.
  • You only wanted to eat the last precious piece of chocolate you PURPOSELY hide to eat when you were feeling down. It’s your survivor’s kit, it’s everything you needed and wanted. Your. Damn. Chocolate. 
  • You were just trying to teach him a valuable lesson, a very, very valuable one.
  • “It’s just… I don’t think you value your HBC enough, nor your guts, if you dare to eat what was mine, you know, I should do the same to you… You hummed in approval and headed to the kitchen and smirked when he stopped you. 
  • “Okay, okay, babe, please…” He said, his face white and his eyes those of a puppy. “I’m gonna buy you all the chocolate you want, just don’t eat them, please, I won’t eat your chocolate again, I swear!” He put his hands like he was praying, trying to make it all more credible.
  • “I know you won’t” You softly laughed at his reaction, you couldn’t hold it anymore, your little fake angry moment was worthy after all.
  • You hugged him, hiding your face on his chest and snuggled, he smelled really good. He grapped his arms around you in response and kissed the top of your head. You felt him smiling.
  • That’s all you needed at the end of the day.


SAERAN

  • He didn’t care about it, he didn’t give a shit if it was yours, Saeyoung’s or the fucking devil’s.
  • He wanted it. He ate it. End of story.
  • But he didn’t know how mad you could get, you were always been sweet and caring… Challenging? Sure, but not angry, not ever. And he was way too surprised when you yelled to be able to reply to you. 
  • Until he got tired. 
  • SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP. NOW!He screamed back and you gasped in surprise, so you instantly backed up and did as he said “You don’t have to yell at me, I’ll buy you a damn ton of chocolate if that’s what you want!” He told you, a frustrated look on his face.
  • “I just wanted to eat that chocolate…” You told him in the lowest voice you had and pout, avoiding his gaze so he couldn’t see you blush. You weren’t going to yell at him again, he sure as hell was scarier than you would ever be in your whole life. 
  • You saw from the corner of your eye that he was back to normal. He had a playful smile on his face while he approached you and hugged you from behind, resting his chin on your right shoulder.  
  • I could make you forget about chocolate… I have a million ways to do that if you wanna try” He whispered in your ear and then he lightly bit your earlobe and your whimper turned in to a soft moan when he licked it and started kissing your neck.
  • You sure forgot about the damn chocolate. 


V / JIHYUN

  • Oh boy, there’s no way you can get mad with him. NO. WAY. 
  • He’s a sweetheart… He suffered a lot… You just can’t get mad at him.
  • But he starts noticing your pouty face and the way you’re not as clingy and cheerful with him as you usually are and he knows.
  • “Darling… I’m sorry I ate your chocolate” He sighed and sit next to you on the couch “We can go buy more now and take a walk as we go, it’s a wonderful day and the weather’s perfect…” He said with a hopeful smile on his lips, and you couldn’t hide your own tender smile while you nod in agreement. 
  • He softly kissed you afterwards, with his right hand stroking your cheek as a way to redeem himself. 
  • HE IS SO FUCKING SWEET. 
  • OMG. MY POOR HEART. 


JUMIN HAN

  • I bet my ass he’s the colder, smutty version of V… I bet my ass, people.
  • And I don’t think he’s that much into chocolate or sweets in general, but he’s human, at least he wanted to try to eat a bit for once? So he did.
  • You wouldn’t dare to yell at him, but still you were a little flustered with it… At least he could have choosen another day to do so.
  • You were so damn obsessed with that piece of chocolate throughout the day that when you got home and didn’t found any… You could have killed someone in that moment.
  • So when he gets home and sees the frustrated expression on your face he notices something’s going on. You didn’t even greeted him when he arrived, that fact alone is like a neon sign screaming that you’re angry at him.
  • “I don’t know what’s going on, but I know I can I make you feel better He said and grabbed your waist until your body collided with his body, burning holes on your skin from his touch alone You just have to tell me what you want, and I’ll provide He whispered againts your lips before he hungrily kissed them.
  • You suddenly forgot what you were mad for and focused on continue breathing. Because boy, he sure was breathtaking. The hottest husband there’s to exist.
  • Fuck chocolate.


YOOSUNG

  • Yeah, he’s a baby boy and he’s sweetheart and he’s the love of your life and he can do nearly whatever he wants and you don’t get mad at him but oh, not your chocolate. NOT. YOUR. CHOCOLATE. No, boy, no touchy. 
  • But, oh, he was eating it in front of you and wasn’t offering you any. 
  • When he was licking his fingers clean he noticed some evil, scary aura near him. It was at this moment that he knew he fucked up.
  • “YOOSUNG KIM, I SWEAR TO GOD YO-” He literally run to your bedroom and locked the door. He fucking locked the door. 
  • You headed there and lightly knocked at the wood door with your knuckles “Baby, open the door ~ ” You sing-songed.
  • “No, you won’t fool me, that was fucking scary… I’m not opening this door, not ever!!” He shouted from behinf the door, his breathed uneven and his voice trembling.
  • “Yoosung, for God’s sake, I just wanted you to go shopping for more…” You said, regretting you had yelled to him, you didn’t want to scare him to death like that, not that much at least. 
  • “I don’t believe you…” He said, hesitation clearly hanging on his voice. 
  • Stop being a child and open the door, Yoosung You said with a sweeter tone this time “We need to go grocery shooping anyways, so at the end it was a good thing you ate that chocolate…” You tried to convince him, and a minute later he opened the door with caution and looked at you, waiting for a punch or something to fly his way.
  • But it didn’t happen, so he stepped out of the room and approached you, still cautious. You hugged him without warning and hid your face on the crook of his neck, gently leaving butterfly kisses there, making him giggle and relax under your soft touches. 
  • Who said grocery shopping? Who needs chocolate? Not you.


JAEHEE

  • I’m sorry, you can’t run out of chocolate if you own a café, it would be a sin. 
  • You and Jaehee never run out of chocolate. There’s chocolate in the kitchen, but not the one you wanted, she ate your favorite chocolates. AND. THAT. IS. A. CRIME. 
  • “Yes ma’am, that’s what it is. My favourite ones…” You chuckled, still surprised to found Jaehee ate them ALL “You should be ashamed of your behaviour, my lady, if you were that hungry you could have eaten something else… You told her, clearly trying to make an innuendo.
  • Her breath hitched and she blushed like mad, her face obviously trying to match the colour of the cherries “I… Yo-you… I mean… Do you want me to…? He asked, her gaze not meeting yours.
  • “Oh… No, baby, I was just trying to make you feel a little uncomfortable, just kidding sweetie, don’t worry…” You smiled tenderly “But you should pay the price now… What about a cheesecake with raspberry’s mermelade?” You wiggled your eyebrows in a funny, suggestive way to convince her. 
  • But oh, girl, she wasn’t in the mood for that.
  • “Y/N… You can’t offer me the finnest delicacy and then ask me to make a common meal She said, looking at you with an intensity you weren’t used to. 
  • You were damn shooked. For a moment you thought you were too dirty minded to understand her words but, ah-ah, no-no… She said what she said.
  • “Oh God…” Now you’re the one blushing.


ZEN

  • You were really angry. REALLY ANGRY.
  • When he arrived home from his rehearsals you immediately faced him and held the empty envelope of your favorite chocolate in front of his face. 
  • He was surprised for a moment but then he smiled.
  • “WHY ARE YOU SMILING!? YOU SHOULD BE SCARED!” You yelled, furiously waving the empty envelope.
  • “Owwwww! You look so sexy when you’re angry! He yelled back, a face that showed how in love he was with you. He can’t get angry with you, he just can’t.
  • He grabbed your hips and lifted you up effortlessly, without warning, you gasped in surprise and got hold of his neck to steady yourself, then you wrapped your legs around his waist, suddenly forgetting why you were angry in the first place. 
  • “Now you have awakened the beast, are you happy?” He told you, lust spilling from his voice, from his every pore. 
  • “Wow, you’re going to fast, babe” You asked, trying your best not to laugh.
  • “There’s one thing I’m not fast at… Wanna check, princess? He smirked and you chuckled, still not used to his boldness.
  • “Of course I wanna, fuck the damn chocolate, now I want you”
  • He was clearly satisfied with your reply.


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