nearly a month with the boy

Owner - Part II

You couldn’t believe you’d said it.

Reality was settling in very quickly. You’d taken in a hybrid boy that was no doubt younger than you. He’d told you his rough beginnings and how he was used to being taken advantage of, and here you were, taking advantage of him and his situation.

Guilt washed over you, however Jungkook didn’t seem nearly as effected as you were.

“How long for?”

You thought about it.

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Overwatch Outfit-Swap: Genji and Zenyatta 

[Requests by @morethanlittlesinister , as well as several anons] 

FINALLY. 

Finally, there are robots robot boyfriends who wear each other’s clothes. (Clothes? Pieces?) 

I’m sorry this one too so long, since most of you know I’ve been dealing with chained concussions on and off for over a year. Still, this was such a joy to do, because Zenyatta is my sweet boy - and now looks like General Grievous’ jedi cousin. 

Genji looks a bit odd to me still, and don’t even get me started on how Zenyatta taught him to float… But I took a fair amount of artistic liberties with their designs since neither of them have full reference for the parts of their bodies that aren’t covered? It’s like they planned this. 

ANYWAY ENJOY. 

Thank you all for the submissions! 

[Requests for Overwatch Outfit Swaps are CLOSED]

PJO Headcannon

Fuck it one more tonight. Singing.

Will can’t. He sounds like a dying whale when he tries he can play the lyre as every child of Apollo can but that is the extent of his musical talent.

Annabeth isn’t great. She can carry a tune, but she normally doesn’t care to.

Piper beat boxes. And she does it well. She can sing but after discovering the hard way that charm speaking as powerful as hers carries over she chooses not to.

Leo wails. There’s really no other way to describe it. And he does it whenever he’s working on something. The Hephaestus cabin has invested in earplugs.

Frank is shy about it but has a decent voice. He’s a baritone which surprised pretty much everyone but Hazel loves listening to him sing though most of the time he doesn’t know she’s there or he’d get too embarrassed to do it.

Hazel is a beautiful singer but much like Frank is very shy about it.

Jason caterwauls, and he doesn’t do it well.

Percy sounds like a freaking siren, most likely because he’s related to them. Unlike Pipers charm singing he can’t make people do things but he can make everyone within hearing distance stop whatever they are doing and listen and crowd around him while they are at it. He’s pretty much been banned from singing at the campfire because an Ares boy nearly walked through it to be closer to him when he sang. He’s ok with this because Annabeth doesn’t sing either.

Nico literally has the voice of an angel though it took months to discover this. The only people who know are Will and Lou Ellen who were doing cabin inspections and didn’t knock on the door of the Hades cabin. Nico was wearing Wills iPod singing along to the song Almost Lover by A Fine Frenzy. Neither of them interrupted him until the song was over at which point Lou Ellen started applauding and Will burst into tears. Nico thought Will was upset because he could sing better than his boyfriend and started frantically apologizing but Will explained through sobs that that song always made him cry and he’d never heard a more beautiful version of it. Lou Ellen never stopped teasing them about it. Nico never told Will that that song made him think of what could have been with Percy.

Ok I’ll stop torturing y'all now.

2

She was achy, her eyes were killing her and the constant thrum in her head was just a friendly reminder that she had cried herself to sleep last night, and was now paying the consequences.

She was sure she didn’t look that great either. Her normal put together look was just not gonna happen today, she was too damn tired. Running a hand through her messy ponytail, she sighed, buttoning the blouse she had on, holding her hands to her heart. How did she get here?

She had never thought he would hurt her, she trusted him. He knew how important that trust was to her, so how could he do this?

The “he” in question was none other than her boyfriend of six months, Jughead jones.

Leaning against her locker, gently resting her head on the cool metal grates she closed her eyes. She was early and she allowed herself a minute to enjoy the quiet of the empty halls. She had to wake up practically an hour early to avoid Jughead, he always walked her to school and she couldn’t even look at him right now.

Thinking of the beanie wearing boy, her eyes welled with unshed tears, she loved him. She was so stupid. She should have learned, it was nearly impossible to love her. Archie had made that clear, and now the picture in her phone of Jughead and Sabrina spellman further cemented that fact.

She had been having an amazing day, cherrleading with Ronnie, manicures with Kevin. She settled into her bed content and happy last night.

That was until she received a picture message from Cheryl blossom with the words

“I know we aren’t besties, but I wanted you to see it from me first. Sorry girl.”

Attached to it was a picture of Jughead kissing the short haired blonde in a booth at pops, it was taken from a distance so it was a bit blurry, the beanie was visible and the curvy blonde was recognizable from any distance.

Obviously he didn’t care about her at all,he didn’t even try to hide. It all happened right there at pops, she was humiliated, heart broken and just sad.

Suddenly students started filtering in and she lifted her head from the locker. Immediately she noticed the looks, people were staring at her whispering. Holding her head high, she clutched her books to her chest. They wouldn’t win, not with her.

Suddenly the front doors slammed open and jughead stood feet away from her, he looked almost worse than she did, the blood shot eyes, dirty flannel and missing beanie.

Woah. She had only seen him without a beanie a few times and that was never in front of other people. She wasn’t going to stand here and admire his mess of black waves though, she had to go. Get out of this hallway. Turning on her heel, she took off, shoulders slumped and tears steaming. She heard his heavy, quick footsteps behind her.

“Betty, bets, please. Talk to me, you wouldn’t answer any of my messages last night and when I came over your dad said you wouldn’t see me, I have to explain, please let me explain.” He was pleading. She could hear it in his voice. Jumping to stand in front of her he reached for her face “bets” she flinched away. All she could see was that damn picture.

“Just…just leave me alone.” She whispered

“Betty.” He choked out.

Suddenly she was ushered into a classroom and was being embraced by the gorgeous raven haired girl she was lucky enough to call her best friend.

“It’s not what you think B, I was there I saw it all. That skank pretty much jumped him. I know it looks horrible, but you have to believe him. He loves you.”

Betty couldn’t comprehend all this. It was too much

“ I have to go, class is starting. Thank you Ronnie.” She walked out the door.

Maybe she was right, maybe it was all a misunderstanding. But could she let her heart be that vulnerable? She’d allowed her heart to be destroyed by Archie, she couldn’t let that happen again.

Walking into her chemistry class, she took a deep breathe, she forgot. She sat next to Jughead in this class. The room went quiet as she took her seat. Everyone was waiting for her to explode. Fortunately for her, her family had taught her to only explode on the inside.

As soon as professor flute started speaking, Jughead turned to her.

“ I am so sorry baby.” She straightened a bit, he only ever called her baby when he was scared.

“I didn’t even realize it was happening. One second she’s asking for my ketchup and the next she’s sitting there, talking to me, touching me. Than before I knew it she attacked me. I’m such an idiot. I shouldn’t have let her get that close, I don’t think. I’m the biggest asshole in the world. But I promise you, I did not kiss her. I would never. I.. betty .. please you have to know how much I love you.”

She looked into his eyes finally, her heart ached when she noticed the tears in her eyes.

“She’s beautiful juggie.” She whispered

His eyes widened and he shook his head, placing his hand under her chin

“Betty.. don’t you get it? You’re everything.”

Her eyes closed and she let the tears hit his palm.

“I love you Jughead. I can’t.. I can’t let you break my heart.. I don’t..”

“No.” he said drawing the professors eyes towards his. Even the old man seemed to realize this couldn’t wait “No Betty. That’s not me, I will never break your heart. Not on purpose. You know me, I would rather die than hurt you. You’re so beautiful and good and kind I… God please don’t leave me. ”

She closed her eyes when she felt his tears hit her arms, that he was gripping.

“I believe you ” she finally breathed out, grabbing his hand.

Almost all of the tension he was holding in was instantly released. “Thank you, thankyou so much.”

“I’m gonna kill Sabrina, you know that right?” She said her face hard as stone.

Jughead nodded

“If it makes you feel any better, I pretty much lost it on her, called her a few choice names and then very gently shoved her out of the booth.”

Betty laughed, leaning into her boyfriend.

“That’s nothing compared to when I see her.”

He snorted
“I know, I expect nothing less.”

Looking into his eyes, she saw the love shining through them, it made her heart flutter

“I love you Jughead.”

He dropped his lips to hers, with the brightest smile she had ever seen he whispered

“Not nearly as much as I love you Betty Cooper.”

As soon as there lips touched each other’s the class erupted into simultaneous
“Awwwwws”

And professor flute cleared his throat effectively ruining the moment.

“Now if we can continue.” He raised a pointed brow towards the couple.

Swinging his arm over Betty, Jughead smiled at the teacher

“After you.”

Betty giggled.

consider: gansey, a young trans boy traveling the world entirely by himself in an anxious frenzy to find clues about glendower

  • getting his hair cut short almost immediately and rationalizing that it’s just more convenient, especially when traveling and hiking
    • anyway, he’s never quite liked fussing over his hair - never quite liked how it looked, always envied boring boys and brave girls for their short hair
    • and it doesn’t matter because it’ll be months before he sees his parents again
  • dressing progressively more androgynous, convincing himself it’s just for comfort and practicality, but feeling a definitive zing in his heart when a stranger stumbles over his pronouns and ultimately decides on ‘he’
  • going to places where no one knows him and introducing himself by only his last name
  • spending an overnight layover in a nearly-empty airport and deciding to, just this once, correct the woman at the check-in when she addresses him as “miss”
    • “have a safe flight, miss”
    • gansey’s throat goes slick and he knows there could be no real consequence for this, that he will never again return to this airport, never again see this woman, so he tries “actually, it’s mister”
    • and the woman fumbles and looks back at the passport, to see if she had misread the unmistakable little ‘f’, but she hadn’t, and gansey’s heart is racing
    • but ultimately, she just goes “well, safe flight either way” and hands him his passport and shuffles him along
    • and gansey stays up all night on his flight staring at the emergency exit lights and playing the moment over in his mind
  • and the next place he goes, he tries it again, this time with someone more permanent (although he doesn’t yet know quite how permanent)
    • roger mallory was maybe not the best test subject for this new identity - he’s rather rambly and forgetful, but he gets the hang of it eventually
  • and slowly, gansey stops calling home, stops picking up calls, can’t bear to speak to a family who think they’re talking to their daughter
    • until he goes off the grid altogether, not entirely because of his gender, but when he’s being honest, it’s definitely some part of it
  • and eventually, his quest leads him to henrietta, and something in him just knows that that is where he needs to be, not just for a few months of gathering intel - that is where he needs to be, where he needs to live, where he is going to find answers
  • so he approaches his family with the option of attending aglionby academy, prep school for boys
    • and his parents are confused and they huff and they balk, and they think it’s a joke
    • but by now, gansey has been traveling for long enough as a boy to know that that is where he belongs
    • and helen helps talk his parents into believing it, and it takes them a few months to rationalize it, but when they do, they’re expedient and clinical about it like they are about everything
    • gansey does all the research himself, bringing them a checklist of things they need to do to get his gender legally changed and to get him on hormones, including a list of doctors in the area and their addresses
    • his parents aren’t always happy about it, especially since his mother is a republican running for congress and he’s setting up shop in a very red virginian town, but.. even more the reason to help him pass as much as possible, so gansey takes what he can get
  • and when he goes to henrietta, when he goes to aglionby, he goes as who he is
  • and that’s when he knows henrietta will be his home. it’s the first place he’s ever been where he’s been truly himself, or as close as he can get, and it’s the place that he’s going to find his king
the last ten months

prompt: the last ten months of your relationship with lin and he shows up at your doorstep

pairing: lin manuel miranda x reader

word count: 2,790 someoNE TAKE THE ALPHABET AWAY FROM ME

warnings: mentions of sex, light swearing probably, lil bit of angst

a/n: i’m actually really proud of this but lemme know what u think xoxoxoxo 


now

You heard the knock on your door but tried to ignore it. It was 2:03 a.m., and you had a show tomorrow. When the pounding got louder, you groaned. Grumbling, you blindly patted your nightstand looking for your glassed. Pushing them onto your face, you pulled yourself towards the door.

You had barely hiked up your sweats by the time you saw him.

Lin.

He was soaked to the bone, dripping on your front step. You had to rub your eyes to make sure you were seeing this right, the previous ten months flashing before you as he breathed out:

“Y/N.”


ten months before.

You had been studying there for no more than an hour when the door chimed. Usually, you were the only one here. The coffee shop was practically off the grid and on the verge of going bankrupt, so the signal of a customer surprised you. Nevertheless, you went back to studying for your chemistry exam.

But when you heard his laugh, your head shot up. He was on the phone. You tried to go back to your work again.

Each time though, it got harder and harder to solve the never ending equations in front of you. Sighing, you threw your pencil down. 

The brunette two tables away turned. Sheepishly, you mumbled an apology. He had his computer out now, probably working on something. He smiled though, something you don’t see often enough in New York.

“Whatcha working on?” he added before you could ignore him.

You looked down at your work before responded, “Chemistry,” you sighed.

“Yikes,” he laughed, “I failed that as a sophomore.”

That made you grin, turning a little so you could see him more clearly.

“What about you?” you pushed. His smiled grew, making your chest swirl,

“This,” he said, patting his computer, “is my current pride and joy.”

Your eyebrows shot up, interested.

“I’m writing a musical.” he said. You instinctively leaned forward, wanting to hear more. “It’s about Alexander Hamilton.”

“First Secretary of Treasury.” 

His eyes lit up, “Yeah!”

He moved his chair closer, “I’m Lin,” he said as he extended his hand.

“Y/N,” you smiled.


nine months before

He saw you again. Every day for a month. He would sit in his seat, maintaining his distance, not wanting to push you. He showed up every day at three and got nervous when you weren’t there. Once, after about three weeks of this, he this slip. You blushed at his concern. However, knowing that you weren’t going to be there today, you left a note for the barista.

He arrived at the cafe, immediately searching for you, ready to share his new ideas with you for the show. When he saw the empty cafe, he panicked. 

“Chill, dude. She left you a note,” the barista said, pointing to your usual table. Sure enough, there was a white piece of paper labeled: Lin

He rushing to read it, he nearly tripped over the chair in front of him. The barista rolled her eyes at him. 

Reaching the paper, his eyes scanned the words quickly.

Lin -

I have an interview today. I’ll see you tomorrow. Finish Helpless - I can’t get it out of my head and I won’t be satisfied until I hear the ending. 

Always,

Y/N

ps: barista is grumpy today. play nice.

Lin smiled at the letter. He read it over and over, and practically had it memorized by the time he ordered his coffee. He was trying, really. He was trying really hard not to fall for you. But every time he saw you, he couldn’t tell if his heart stopped or if it just started beating really, really fast.


eight months before

Coffee has progressed. He had convinced you to go to a sandwich place downtown, and then a bookstore, and then his apartment. Nothing was labeled, and that seemed to make it both easier and harder.

Easier in the sense that you knew if you said something wrong, he wouldn’t flip. Harder in the sense that all you wanted was to feel his smirk against your lips.

Lin was banging working on a new song for the show as you read. Eventually, he got frustrated and slammed his hands on the keys, causing you to jump. He mumbled an apology, embarrassed. 

You offered a small smile, getting up and walking towards him. You placed your hands on his shoulders and his instinctively reached for them. You felt your heart flutter.

“Play it for me,” you tried.

He huffed, “It sucks.”

You shrugged, “Play it anyways.” And so he did. You made him slide over so you could side beside him on the piano bench. He felt your head fall on his shoulder. Lin didn’t even realize when his hand left the keys and grasped your own.

You didn’t leave until midnight, and he had almost convinced you to stay over. But you declined, you had an interview tomorrow. Before you left, he kissed your cheek. 

When you woke up the following morning, you still hadn’t stopped blushing.


seven months before

He felt different. Maybe it was the way your dress held to you, maybe it was the fact it was Valentines day. Maybe it was the fact that you hadn’t defined the relationship. Maybe it was the bottle of red wine you two split. Maybe it was you. But Lin was far too warm.

It was probably the alcohol.

It was most definitely you.

The day before, he had offered to take you out for dinner “as friends.” You obliged, happy to spend time with him. The two of you had become practically inseparable, almost everyone noticing. 

Your roommate, Kate, had even forced you into some red dress that nearly two sizes too small. Still, the look Lin gave you when you walked towards him that night made the fact that you couldn’t breathe manageable. 

“You look stunning,” he gushed.

That night, he kissed you. 

You were standing on the doorstep to your apartment, positive Kate was waiting up for you. He hadn’t made a move, and you almost left. But then his eyes were on you, and then his hands were, and then his lips were. 

Feverishly, you clutched onto his jacket, pulling him flush against you. You could feel his smile against your lips. You were flying.

As he walked home, - well, more like skipped home - he texted his buddy Anthony.

to: anthony

Is ten minutes too soon to call?

from: anthony

How much do you like her?

to: anthony

Way more than I probably should.

from: anthony

Then you should’ve called her five minutes ago.


six months before

Some called it sexual tension, some called it chemistry. You called it teasing, he called it a curse. 

So, after making out with him nearly every night - because God, that boy was a fantastic kisser - you started to feel a little guilty; maybe he wanted more.

You remembered stressing about it the night before. You absolutely wanted to sleep with him. Just the thought of his hands on you had you dropped into a puddle. 

Still, you weren’t sure if he’d like you after. What if all he wants is sex? What if I’m not that good? He’s going to leave me.

Stop it, you thought. Lin wasn’t like that…right?

Right.

When you rang his doorbell the following day, he was wearing a teeshirt and sweats. Still, seeing you all dressed up in the maroon dress Kate had picked out the night before, he panicked.

“Did I forget we had a date? You look beautiful - I can go change. God, you look beautiful -” he was rambling.

You laughed lightly and shook your head. Walking into his apartment, you swallowed your pride.

“We need to have sex.”

He gaped, stumbling over his words, “Uh -”

You held a hand up, “We need to have sex.”

He took a step towards you. Bashfully, he muttered something to his feet. Immediately, you turned, “What?”

“I’m not ready,” he said again, this time stronger. 

You blanched, repeating yourself, “What?”

“I really, really like you. And I want to have sex with you, God - I want to have sex with you, but I don’t want to ruin it if we do. I want it to be special with you, because - because, you’re special.”

You paused before taking his hand, “I thought I was making you wait. I didn’t want you to leave me because we weren’t having sex.”

Lin’s smile calmed your nerves, “I’m not going anywhere.”


five months before

Being with him was like standing too close to the sun. Your whole body was constantly burning, but there was never a dull moment. Everything was always moving with him. He was kinetic energy.

But your favorite moments were the ones at piece. Where the furniture, people, lives around you were in constant motion, but you were there. With him. Calm.

He was the eye of the hurricane; everything was quiet, for just a moment.

Times like these were rare: when his hips rolled over yours; when he would ask to try on your glasses to make fun of how blind you were; when he would buy your favorite ice cream, knowing you wouldn’t pick it up yourself; when you had to wear a scarf to cover up last night’s kisses; when he held you.

They were small, but they made your chest feel light and your toes tingle. So when he came home that night, pizza in one hand, a bottle of champagne in the other, you couldn’t shake the thought of loving him. You couldn’t shake the thought that this man was changing your life and you were doing exactly what you told yourself not to do: falling in love with him.

Still, just a week he said it first. He didn’t mean to. He was hanging up the phone with you when it happened.

“I’ve got to stay late today,” he said. He was at a workshop for Hamilton, the play finally coming together. 

“Okay,” you said, working around the kitchen. You had planned to cook, but now that he wouldn’t be home for a while, you grabbed a box of CheeseItz and sat on the couch.

Lin signed something Karen had brought over, holding the phone between his shoulder and his ear.

“I miss you.”

You heard him chuckle lightly, “I miss you more.”

“Get back to work,” you teased.

“Okay, okay. I’ll see you when I get home.”

“Yep.”

“Love you.”

“Bye.”

You had both hung up before you realized what happened. Calling back so quickly, he had barely hung up the phone.

“Babe?” he asked, concerned.

“I love you too.”


four months before

You two had a big fight. It was bad. Your words were sharp as angry tears streamed down your face. 

It was the first time in weeks that you had slept at your own apartment, slamming his door on the way out. 

Kate held you as you cried, forcing you to turn off your phone as the endless dings only made you cry harder.

You didn’t sleep that night, so when you walked into the coffee shop, desperately in need of caffeine, you nearly broke down again at the sight of him.

Clearly, he hadn’t slept either. His hair was sticking up and his eyes were tired. The bags under them seemed to grow each day after work, but today seemed especially bad. 

He sat at the table, nursing a cup of coffee. Beside him was a bouquet of peonies next to him. You couldn’t mute the quick intake of air, snapping his eyes to yours. After a beat, he stood and took a step closer you. 

Simultaneously, you blurted out, “I’m sorry.”

He held you that night. And it was all you needed.


three months before

Lin left the week before. He was doing an interview in California and wouldn’t be back until the following Friday.

You were bored, honestly. You were bored of a quiet house. But worse than being bored? You missed him.

God, you missed him like hell. You missed the sound of his voice. You missed his endless piano playing. You missed his sweet notes you found of the counter when you woke up after him. You missed Sunday morning breakfasts where he would make blueberry pancakes and kiss you, tasting like maple syrup. You missed his warmth at night. You missed him.

So when your phone vibrated around 4:30 in the morning the following day, you checked it immediately.

from: Lin
I love you

You laughed lightly before your phone went off again.

from: Lin
I didn’t say that enough today


two months before

“What if they don’t like me?” you asked anxiously, refusing to get out of the car.

“Y/N, you have nothing to worry about. They are going to adore you.” 

You bounced your leg. He wanted you to meet his parents. Tugging slightly at your dress, you huffed before taking his hand. He shut the door behind you, pushing you against it.

“They,” he started, kissing your nose.

“Are,” Your forehead.

“Going.” Cheek.

“To.” Jaw.

“Love…” Neck - you stopped him, pushing lightly. You knew if he kept going, he was going to get whatever he wanted. So, with the dignity you had left, you stalked in front of him and made sure to sway your hips a little more than usual. He whistled before running to catch up with you.

(For the record, they did love you.)


one month before

He told you this might happen. He did. He told you that the play was gaining popularity and that if it were anything like In The Heights, it might be crazy. You didn’t expect him to be gone so much though. 

But as nights got later, and weekends away got longer, you started to worry if he had forgotten about you. 

Your fears rang true when he forgot to call home and tell you he was flying to Vegas for an interview.

Lin called the following day when he remembered that he said he would call… yesterday. He was even more scared when you didn’t yell at him. When your voice was calm. It was so calm, that he almost missed it.

“I can’t do this anymore.”


now

“Y/N,” he breathed.

You didn’t know what to do, so you just stood there. After a moment more of the only sound being the rain pounding on the roof, you sighed. 

You shook your head, “No.”

“Wait -” he tried, but you stopped him. 

This time, sharper, “No. You - you don’t get to do that. You can’t just disappear from my life and leave me and then a month later come back and pretend like everything is okay and that I’m just going to forget how bad you hurt me -”

“Y/N, let me explain -”

“No! You don’t get to. You don’t get to stand here, all… all wet and sad and expect me to just accept it!” He was getting closer.

“Y/N -”

“No!” You tried to shut the door, angry tears running down your face. He stopped you, dripping on your door mat.

“Y/N, you don’t know how hard I’ve tried to walk away. You don’t know how hard I’ve tried to forget your smile and your laugh and your touch but, but God, I can’t! Okay? I can’t.” You had stopped pushing him by now.

“Every day, I go to work and I sing these songs and I do these interviews and all I can think about is you. All I can think about is how awful I was at the end and how much I need you in my life, okay?” You were barely breathing.

“Every day, I sit and wonder: how the hell did I let you slip away? How the hell did I let the best thing that has ever happened to me slip away?” He had started to pace.

“Every day, you were perfect. Every day, you loved me no matter the mistakes I made. And every day, I left. And every damn day, you stayed. And God, I should’ve stayed. God, I should’ve stayed.” He stopped, turning to face you. You took a step forward.

“God, I should’ve stayed,” he managed before you cut him off, pushing your lips onto his. You weren’t sure if the water on his face was from the rain or his tear, but you clutched him like he was going to disappear into thin air at a moments notice. 

“You’re here now,” you finally said. Your lungs burned. Your eyes burned. Your heart burned. Everything burned. But he was there. And he held you. And he stayed.


Teasing

Reader x Stiles Stilinski

(NOT MY GIF)

Imagine: You are Derek Hale’s daughter and has a passionate relationship with Stiles Stilinski, but he doesn’t know. Once he founds out, he invites Stiles over to dinner and you decide it’s good timing to make him pay for all the teasing.

N/A - It’s nearly three in morning, so forgive me for any mistakes. I’ll fix them later. 

Warnings: sort of smut, but it only has some handjob; also, swearing. that’s all. 

Word Count: 1767


Fuck…” You moaned softly, enjoying the touch of Stiles’ tongue against your neck, licking and leaving purple marks behind. “We can’t do this here, baby, if my dad bursts in, we’re screwed.”

His honey brown eyes turned dark and a naughty smirk curved his lips, as he shortened even more the space between you, tightening the grip on your hips. A low gasp pushed its way out of your mouth, because, damn, that Stilinski knew how to tease. 

“Didn’t you say he’s out a town?” He hummed, the vibration on your skin sending heat waves to the small nub in the middle of your legs. “Plus, you’re my girlfriend and I think it’s only fair we come clean to him.”

You laughed, managing to slip away from his arms, and went to the fridge, snatching an apple juice box to ease your thirst. Stiles furrowed his eyebrows, tilting his head and looking adorably confused by your latter actions. 

“What is it?”

“Nothing. I’m just wondering since when Derek Hale’s wrath doesn’t scare you.”

“It never did!”  

“Oh, no.” Your voice was soaked with sarcasm, making the boy shift the weight between his legs and frown, clearly annoyed. “I’d like to hear your perfect explanation, other than fear, to why you jumped out of my window last week when he got home.”

“Is this an attempt to shred my masculinity to pieces?” He questioned and, even though it was a bitter response, his tone was smooth, making chills run across your spine. “Because if it is so, I’ll have to show you again who the boss is.”

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Request from @ezrasrosewoodliars: Hey!! i’m such a big fan!! please can you do an imagine where Draco sees reader for the first time since the night dumbledore died and he thought she was dead because the reader is friends with the trio and goes hunting for horcruxes etc so he sees her and it’s so cute and stuff!! thank you!!

Thanks, I love PLL! Sorry this has taken a while, I’ve had so many imagines to do. I really enjoyed writing this!! Also, sorry if this is a bit crap, I got so carried away I wrote it all in one take, and it’s also really long because I wanted to make sure I got as much in as I could.

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anonymous asked:

Are you still taking drabble requests? If so, I'd love to see what happens the first time Isak spends the night at Even's 🤗😍

“Are you sure this is okay?”

Even hardly looks up from where he is climbing up his ladder to his bed, tearing white sheets off the corners and throwing them down. Isak barely dodges being nailed in the face, but life is hard and his boyfriend is a brat.

Even peeks down from the rail-side that prevents him from rolling off the bed in the middle of the night, “What do you mean?”

What does he mean? Was Even not there for the stare-down his father totally gave Isak? Did he not see the way his dad calmly burned a hole through Isak’s very core? Like his son was pure and virginal and at risk of being defiled by Isak? (Which HA. If there was anyone being defiled tonight, it is going to be Isak thankyouverymuch).

“I’m not sure your parents are very cool with me spending the night.”

This looks like news to Even. His eyebrows shoot up, and he tosses a pillow right at Isak’s chest, “They totally are. They love you.”

Yeah love him from afar. Like in the guest room far. Like maybe not even in the apartment far. "Uh-huh.“

Isak takes a sniff of the pillow, “This smells terrible. When was the last time you changed your sheets.”

Another pillow came flying at him.

“Don’t start with me," Sheets and pillows cleared from the lofted bed, Even began his descent down. (and Isak totally isn’t looking at his ass with every step because he is a respectable boy who would never objectify his boyfriend.) "When was the last time I even slept here? That’s like months of sweat and dirt just sitting there in that case.”

Isak dropped the pillow like it burned him, “That’s fucking nasty. Now I have your germs and shit on me.”

Even snorted, crossing the room to give Isak a quick peck on the forehead before moving into the hallway, "Shut up. One, you love the way I smell. Two, that’s not nearly the worst stuff of mine you’ve had on you.“

Isak grinned and turned the corner to follow him out in the hall, "See, but I don’t consider your come-”

A throat clears and Isak wants to crawl into a hole and die a thousand deaths.

Because-

Because.

Because Even’s father is right fucking there. A hulking mass (okay so he’s like 7 ft tall and skinny as fuck, but still) standing in the doorway of what must be a guest bathroom or something. Towels are bunched in his hands and a slow flush is creeping up his neck.

But it’s got nothing on the way Isak is slowly turning purple.

He. Wants. To. Die.

He squeaks, “-come..ing. I’m coming, Even, did you call me? I think you totally just called me and I am… on my way. To you right now.”

Even pops back around the corner to witness Isak’s slow dematerialization.

Eskild’s fucking sex talk has nothing on this moment.

And Even, the absolute fuck, just starts laughing his ass off. Right there in the hallway as Isak and his father awkwardly avoid each other’s gaze. Or rather, Isak doesn’t look up from the ground and who the fuck knows where Even’s father is looking.

Even pats his dad on the shoulder, “Sorry, dad. I guess you didn’t need to hear that.”

“Nope,” he clears his throat and Isak looks up just enough for Even’s father to thrust the folded towels at him, “For when you guys shower. Alone. Or not alone- whatever you guys do. Together in the shower.” He winces and covers his mouth, "I’m going to leave now.“

He turns to the living room and marches the rest of the way out of the hallway.

Even and Isak stand in silence for a few moments.

"Oh my god,” Isak whispers, “I have to leave. I can’t ever come back here.”

“Baby,” Even says, and from the way his lips are twitching, Isak knows he’s trying to hold in laughter, “It’s fine. It’s not like they don’t know that we have sex.”

Isak shushes him, “Knowing and knowing are two different things!”

Even grins.

“Well now they definitely know. So it’s not a big deal,” he slides his arms around Isak’s waist and steers him back towards his room, “I’m going to grab the clean sheets. You stay in here and try not to give my dad a heart attack, alright?”

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Later on, when they are both squeezed up top in Even’s bed- squeezed being the fucking main word because Isak is half on top of Even and he still hardly has room to breathe and the round of sex Even insisted on having because its his childhood bed Isak how can we not, involved more bruises of the not fun kind than he’s gotten all year (but also it was pretty hot sex with the wa Even’s hand had to cover Isak’s mouth to keep from making noise)- they rest.

Even is playing with Isak’s damp curls and Isak is tracing mindless patterns alongside Even’s collarbone. “You know my dad really does like you, right?”

Isak winces, “Can we not talk about that right now.”

“We have to.” Even huffs a laugh that Isak can feel with every breath, “He really does though. He never let Sonja stay the night when we were still together. Plus he made up the bathroom for you. That’s basically a stamp of approval.”

“I literally admitted to have having your come on me at one point.”

One point?”

“Fuck you.”

Even laughs, “Yeah he found that hilarious. I heard him and mom talking in the kitchen about it. They love how awkward you are.”

Isak puffs his chest out, “I’m not awkward. I’m literally the farthest thing from awkward.”

“Uh-huh,” Even brushes his hand down Isak’s back, “So cool. But if I promise that they both love you, will you stop freaking out about it? They want you here, Isak. Especially because wherever you are, I am.”

Isak rolls his eyes, “You really are the sappiest fuck-”

A pair of arms tighten around him hard enough to where Isak splutters and cuts off, “Are we good?”

Isak groans, “Yeah, it’s good. I’ll just- neglect to further mention how many times I’ve been acquainted with your dick.”

“I agree with that plan.”

Isak picks his head up from Even’s chest, “Although… my memory is getting pretty hazy. Maybe I should like- reacquaint myself?”

And then Even is laughing and Isak is attempting to shimmy his way downward and all thoughts of parents quickly fade from mind.

in her shadow || nine.

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summary: “I was going to find a way to have her.”

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orgasms and dildos C.H

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warning: smut

word count: 2000+

summary: y/n can’t orgasm no matter what you and Calum do so after convincing Calum gets you off with a vibrator and dildo.

requested?: yes, sorry if it sucked @lukeasfuck i tried 😊. This is my first request and I enjoyed writing it so feel free to request any smut ideas you might have. I’m pretty open to all suggestions 😉.

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Stitching Up the Seams

Summary: Phil can’t help but notice the boy with dead eyes who wears baggy jumpers all the time and barely talks anymore. Not being able to stand how sad he looks, Phil begins to slip notes into Dan’s locker in hopes of raising his spirits.
Word Count: 2216
Warnings: Implied self harm (doesn’t describe it at all, just implied), cussing, depression
Title Credit: Such Small Hands - La Dispute

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There is a boy with mocha hair and caramel eyes that turn slightly mahogany in the sun who has a dimple in his pale cheek and has long fingers that shake slightly whenever he talks or even when he reaches for things or writes. There is a boy with dark circles under his eyes who comes to school sometimes with curly hair and wears baggy sweaters that he constantly pulls over his hands like he’s nervous about something.

Phil didn’t know what he was nervous about.

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Confessions in the Moonlight | Jungkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 1780

Summary: After nearly a month of avoiding you, Jungkook finally confesses the true reason behind it.

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ok but think of the shenanigans dancer/gymnast Shiro would get up to in a game of Dodgeball. 'SHIRO S TOP' 'that's not how this works.' 'QUIT BEING SO EXTRA' 'I don't know what you're talking about :3c'

“Can we stop introducing Allura to sports?” Lance called, hands on his knees as he panted.  “This is the worst one yet.  This is school yard torture.  I object.  Geneva Conventions.  This has to fit in there somewhere.”

Shiro rolled his eyes and patted Lance on the back.  “It’s not that bad, and- oh, heads up.”  Before he even finished the sentence, a bouncy ball beaned Lance on the shoulder with a twang.

From the other side of the room, Pidge raised her arms triumphantly.  “Out!”

“I was resting!”  Lance objected, mouth falling open.  “You little cheater!”

Pidge only shrugged, picking up the ball as it rolled back over the line.  “You didn’t call time out.”

“It was kind of implied,” Hunk offered, and Pidge shot him a flat glare.  “What?  It was!”

Keith rolled his eyes.  “Out or in?” He asked Shiro.  “Before this becomes an argument.”

Considering, Shiro glanced at the other three, then at Lance’s pout.  “Out.  Sorry, Lance.  But you can switch over to the other side instead.”

Lance froze, mouth open mid-objection, then frowned.  “Then it’s all of us against you.”

“Mhmm.”

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First Impression*

Anonymous: can u make more modeling imagines?? like how harry meets y/n and he feels like she is familiar but cant remember. and when they are like hanging in tour bus or backstage etc (1d does exist) one of the boys finds her cover of like it being revealing. and so on

I’ve changed this up a bit so it fits in with the series!

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You and Harry had been dating for a few months now and this was the first time you were going to meet the boys. Harry invited you on a couple of tour dates and to say you were nervous was an understatement.

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45. “I should be the only one making you happy” with yoongi (part two) | 1.4k

@oh-sugahoney for you :)))) enjoy

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Fuck this, Yoongi had said as the door slammed behind him.

“Guys, what was that for?” your question settles onto guilty grimaces.

When the boys invited you over for movie night, you hadn’t expected anything out of the ordinary. This was something they always did whenever they were in between comebacks, since it was the only period in which they had enough hours left on the clock to do things other than sleep. Given that you hadn’t seen them in nearly two months, it was an easy decision for you to make.

When you arrived, you found a spot beside Yoongi (perhaps on another day you would have noticed that it was coincidentally the only seat available) and for the first twenty minutes, all was well. They’d picked a silly little comedy, and the room settled into a relaxed chorus of soft giggles at each joke, Yoongi included.

However, it became increasingly apparent that the boys had something else in mind for tonight.

Out of nowhere, Taehyung and Jungkook moved from the floor to the couch, the very couch that was already occupied by you and Yoongi, which meant that, yup, the two of you were sandwiched in between.

Though the . . . cozy (as Taehyung had called it) arrangement didn’t bother you, you could tell Yoongi was uncomfortable.

It didn’t help that every time you looked at Hoseok, he wiggled his eyebrows, and that Jimin couldn’t hide his giggles every time he looked your way.

Eventually, Yoongi’s patience drew thin.

“Jungkook, get off, it’s too fucking warm.”

“Are you sure it’s me making you warm, hyung?”

When you turned to the elder, you noticed he was glaring at Jungkook, jaw clenched and ears turning red.

“Jeon. Jungkook.”

Leave it to the maknae to be cheeky. “Hyung, we know you like it.”

Yoongi unabashedly shoved the younger aside and stomped out of the living room, which brought you to the present, with six faces staring back at you apologetically.

“Jungkook,” Jin starts, “you need to apologize to Yoongi later. You went too far.”

The maknae meekly nods, eyes downcast. “Sorry, noona,” he softly says.

“This is my fault, too,” Taehyung joins in. “I gave Kookie the idea … sorry.”

“It’s alright,” you assure them, “Yoongi’s just grumpy,” you say as you give their shoulders a squeeze.

It’s no secret that you and Yoongi have feelings for each other, nor is it any mystery why you’re keeping those feelings at bay. After getting out of a terrible relationship, Yoongi had made it clear that he wasn’t ready to jump into another one when you both realized that your friendship was turning into something more. It made sense, and you respected his maturity, so you withdrew yourselves to Normal Friend Behaviour, which apparently did not sit well with the rest of them.

“Y/N,” Namjoon looks at you. “It’s probably not my place to ask but–”

“–Yeah, I’ll talk to him,” you finish for him.

His smile is grateful and he nods, “thank you.”

“Let’s go out for dinner,” Hoseok suggests, “Jiminnie, where was that place you said we should try?”
“Oh, uh, it’s …” he fumbles with his phone, “it’s over there,” he points to his screen.

Hoseok nods, “alright. I’ll call the managers. Grab your things everybody, be ready in ten,” he directs, and gives you a wink.

You shake your head, and wait for them to disperse before walking over to the bedroom at the end of the hall.

It’s open, Yoongi’s voice slips through the door when you knock on it.

“Hey,” you say as you close the door behind you.

Even in the dark, you can see he’s lying on the bed with his feet still on the floor.

“You good?” you ask as you walk over.

Yoongi nods, sits up and reaches for you to stand between his legs.

You ruffle his hair, “you know Kookie was just teasing.”

He sighs, and, still holding your hand, rests his head against your stomach. Your other hand immediately moves to his head, fingers carding through his hair.

“… Yoongs?” you call when he doesn’t speak after a while.

“Just … can you just stay like this?” he asks, voice barely above a whisper.

“Of course,” you keep threading through his locks, “this okay?”
He nods, and breathes out, “more than okay …”

It doesn’t take much to know that Yoongi’s not a talker. Unlike Namjoon and Jimin, who deliver comfort and guidance wrapped in careful syllables chosen with love, Yoongi’s always been someone who preferred to use his actions. So the boys have always found it interesting when it became apparent that Yoongi liked you, someone who delivered words that carried weight as deep as the Marianas Trench, and who, as they came to find, could ease them out of their darkest days because damn, you were wise and your advice was golden.

It worked, though, and there was good reason for it.

For all the words that Yoongi chose to keep to himself, you had more to give to him when he doubted himself, and Yoongi reciprocated with his thoughtfulness expressed in the way he looked after you even when you weren’t aware of it. When the day knocked you off your feet and your voice drowned in sorrow, he showed you that sometimes, quiet can go a long way to help you heal.

And now, you were giving that back to him.

You stay in this stance for who knows how long, the traffic down below being the only sound filling the space.

After a while, he speaks, “thanks, Y/N, really.” He tilts his head to the side to look at you, rubbing your arm that was resting on his shoulder.

“Don’t need to, Yoongs,” you smile, smoothing his hair out of his eyes, and he instinctively leans into the touch.

“You hungry?” you lighten the subject. “They’ve left to grab dinner, let’s get some, too,” you take a few steps back.

“W-wait,” Yoongi stammers, grabbing your wrist, and takes a deep breath.

“Everything okay?” you make your way back towards him.

“There’s something I wanted to ask you,” Yoongi begins, eyes shifting to everywhere but onto yours.

You feel your heartbeat pick up, “Yoongi … if you’re about to say what I think you are, you know you don’t have to–”

“Let me finish, Y/N,” he fixes his gaze onto you. “I wanted to ask earlier, but then, that happened, and I got kind of …”

“flustered?” you offer, to which he nods, the tips of his ears gaining a rosy hue.

“I wanted … ” he trails off.

“You wanted …?”

“Do you …” he begins again.

“Do I …?”

“Um …”

“Just ask me, Yoongs. You know I’m gonna say yes.”

“Do you,” his eyes open wide, “wait, are you sure?”

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” you mutter as you lean down to kiss him.

The moment your lips landed on his, it was like soft fireworks exploded behind your eyes. His arms pull you into him, and you both land onto the bed. He kisses you back with more need, and you move your legs to straddle him, hands digging into his hair. Shortly, it’s hot breaths and heated kisses, bruised lips and sweet caresses, stars lighting up the room despite it being cloudy outside.

Fuck,” Yoongi says when you both settle down for air.

You chuckle. “Is that it?”

God no, come back here,” he mumbles, hands on your waist and flipping you onto your back, lips finding yours again.


“Hyung, do you think they want this?” Jimin asks, takeout boxes in hand, when the boys finally return to the apartment.

Namjoon shakes his head, “you can have it, Jiminnie.”

Damn it!” Jin exlaims, earning surprised faces from all the boys because it isn’t every day that the eldest hyung curses. “I left my phone charger in that room,” he explains, to which the boys could only laugh at his misery.

The bedroom door suddenly opens, revealing an annoyed Yoongi, who places said charger by the door. “Y'all better shut up. She’s sleeping, and if anyone wakes her up I swear I’ll—” he’s cut off by the giggles in the room. “What?

“Nice … neck, hyung.”

“Yeah, purple’s a great colour on you.”

“… fuck off.”

SugarDaddy!Cal Pt.11

A/N: Hello, beautiful people. This chapter lowkey had me feeling dirty lmaoo, plus I could’ve ended it better. I do include racist actions I guess I can say into this chapter. Me and my friends have personally experienced situations like this so I decided to incorporate it into the story, so don’t try to come for me. You all know I need 100 notes and feedback for the next chapter. Hope you enjoy💕

**WARNING**: smut; racist actions?


Parts: One/ Two/ Three/ Four/Five/Six/Seven/Eight/
Nine/Ten/Eleven/Twelve/Thirteen/Fourteen/Fifteen


“My name is Tammy and I’ll be your waitress for today. What would you like to drink?”

“The best wine you have to offer.” Calum smiled up at the young girl and she nodded her head.

“Would you like a salad with your rolls?”

“Want a salad, babe?” Calum turned to you with furrowed eyebrows. The boy had known you for nearly three months and had taken you on countless dates, yet he’s not sure if you even like salad.

“Do you have Caesar dressing?”

“Yes, ma'am, we do.”

“That’ll be fine then.” You agreed whilst Calum declined the offer, deciding to just eat the buttered rolls.

Your eyes were scanning over the spacious room, taking in every white table cloth and every fairy light in the building. You couldn’t help but to notice  that most people here were middle aged and dressed as if they had millions of dollars without a clue on what to spend it on. The ladies had pinned updos or perfectly curled hair along with flashy diamonds and the men were balding and dressed in thousand dollar suits. A couple of the younger people were dressed the same way, most likely born into families that already had fortunes. Sadly, you also realized that you were the only person of color, other than Calum of course, in the fancy restaurant and you soon began to feel out of place. It was only when Tammy came back and slid your plate in front of you did you finally snap out of your trance.

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Can I request the rfa boys + v + saeran during MC giving birth? Like, can they stand being in there, what do they think of MC being in that much pain (and possibly crushing their hands, cussing, and turning downright mean at times) and trying to support her during it? And then what do they think when the baby is finally born and they get to hold it for the first time.

Oh my gosh thank you for this request anonny! I’ve been having baby fever ever since my cousin and his wife had their little boy about a year ago so needless to say, I was excited for this request! I had so much fun with this request so I really hope that you like it!! :3


Yoosung

  • Yoosung has been so incredibly hyped since the day you announced that you were pregnant
  • Your water broke when the two of you were at home, making Yoosung extremely excited but he still cautiously drove the two of you to the hospital
  • He eagerly bounced up and down as they hooked the machines up to you to try and ease the pain and as soon as it was time to start pushing, Yoosung was write by your side
  • Yoosung grabbed your hand and immediately felt you squeezing it, wincing at the pain but he knew that it was nothing compared to what you were going through
  • When you start cursing out loud because the pain is becoming unbearable, Yoosung leans down to give you lots of encouragement
  • “You’re doing so well MC!” “I’m so proud of you!” “Almost there keep going love!” “I know you can do it!”
  • With one final push, yours and Yoosung’s child is born, with you finally releasing your iron-grip on Yoosung’s hand
  • The nurse hands you your little bundle of joy, Yoosung starting to tear up as he looks down on at his child speaking softly to them
  • “Welcome to the world our little son.”
  • You grin at Yoosung and hand over your son to him and without hesitation Yoosung cradles his son in his arms
  • Some of Yoosung’s tears accidentally land on your son’s cheek, making him wail but you and Yoosung smile at each other
  • He hands your son back to you as Yoosung scoots himself in the bed next to you, wrapping his arm around your should and gently rubbing his son’s cheeks
  • This was by far the happiest moment of Yoosung’s life with his two favorite people

Zen

  • Zen was honestly surprised it took you this long to become pregnant since the two of you messed around… a lot
  • The day your water broke, Zen was at a rehearsal but the boy had never drove as fast in life his before in order to pick you up and get you to the hospital
  • He wasn’t going to lie through, Zen was nervous as hell to become a parent and even more nervous for the whole birthing process
  • The first time you screamed from pain Zen winced, gently rubbing your shoulder with one hand and holding your hand with his other
  • When you started cursing, Zen had to bite his lip because all he wanted to do was whisk you away from the pain and hold you close
  • Zen was snapped back into reality when he heard his child’s first cries
  • After the nurses cleaned them up, they handed Zen the child since you too exhausted to hold the child
  • Zen looked down at his child, opening their eyes for the first time to reveal a set of crimson orbs
  • Tears immediately started falling down Zen’s cheeks as he choked out through his cracking voice
  • “You might even be more beautiful than me my perfect little son.”
  • When ready, Zen carefully handed your son back over to you, admiring his perfect little family
  • He sat down next to the two of you, rubbing your shoulder and admiring how beautiful his son really was
  • Zen was right in his thoughts all along, the two of you would produce the most perfect son in the world

Jaehee

  • Jaehee was extremely happy when she found out the news that you’ve become pregnant
  • The two of you used a sperm donor that was a mutual friend of yours and Jaehee’s and with much consideration, you decided to me the carrier of the baby
  • You and Jaehee were at your cafe when your water broke, Jaehee remained very calm but quickly got you to the hospital
  • When you got to the hospital and started pushing, Jaehee was a bit surprised at how much your cursed but she completely understood why
  • She held your hand with her own tight grip, telling you to focus and hay you could do it
  • Once Jaehee heard her child’s first cries, she started crying herself
  • The nurse handed Jaehee the baby since you have to be checked out by the doctor since you almost passed out during the procedure
  • Jaehee smiled down at yours and hers child, she was still in shock that you and her were officially parents now as she cooed to the little one
  • “You look just like your mommy my cute little princess.”
  • Once you finally got the okay from the doctor, Jaehee handed your daughter to you, finally getting a chance to wipe her tears away
  • Jaehee sat at the edge of the bed with you and her daughter as she played with your daughter’s tiny hair as she thought to herself that she would love her little family for forever

Jumin

  • Jumin was cool, calm, and collected on the outside but on the inside he was a nervous wreck during the entire pregnancy process
  • So when your water broke, Jumin was having a minor mental breakdown but with the help of his vigilant staff, the two of you got to the hospital in time
  • Seeing you ready to push the child that you and Jumin conceived made him feel nothing but joy and warmth
  • Although a bit of pain was mixed in whenever he felt you squeeze the life out of his hand, but he knew that your pain was far greater
  • When you started cursing out loud, Jumin only held your hand tighter and kept telling you how wonderful you were doing
  • The sound of his child’s first cries was like a sweet melody to Jumin’s hears
  • The nurse handed your child to you and Jumin gently stroked your hair, looking down in adoration at the newest member of the Han family
  • “You’re the look of perfection my dear daughter.”
  • You handed your daughter over to Jumin who was hesitant at first but with your encouragement, took ahold of her
  • Jumin couldn’t take his eyes off of his daughter as she softly cried, smiling so much that his jaw hurt
  • He handed your daughter back over to you, the two of you grinning at each other as he brushed away your sweaty hair from your eyes
  • Jumin gazed at his perfect daughter who had fallen asleep in her mother’s arms, vowing to give her the attention and love that she deserves

Seven

  • Seven couldn’t put his words together when the two of you found out that you were pregnant
  • He’d been preparing for the day of delivery for months now, but of course your water broke when Seven was out grocery shopping
  • But Seven’s running speed was nothing to scoff at so he managed to speed the two of you to the hospital with time to spare
  • Seven was shaking from excitement when you were getting ready to push but saw how nervous you were
  • He grabbed your hand and gave you a goofy smile telling you how awesome you would do
  • The second you started pushing, Seven yelped in pain from your death grip on his hands and immediately shut up when he saw you glare at him
  • Seven had never seen you so scary looking before in his life but he quickly realized how much pain you were in so he tried telling you some jokes, even managing to make you laugh once
  • When your child was finally born and started crying, Seven told you how amazing you did and how proud he was of you
  • The nurses handed you the baby and Seven peeked over your shoulder and gasped
  • “MC! You just gave birth to a little baby tomato boy!”
  • Leave it to Seven to make you bust out laughing during a loving and tender moment
  • You handed Seven his child to hold and Seven’s eyes filled with adoration as he looked down at his tiny, red haired son
  • He planted small kisses on your son’s tiny forehead, making the littler Choi coo and the bigger Choi laugh with happy tears streaming down his cheeks
  • With much caution, Seven handed the small Choi back over to you, kissing your temple and playing with his son’s bright red hair
  • Seven thanked God for giving him a perfect wife and son, vowing to keep his family safe and feel nothing but love from him

V

  • V was elated when you first told him that you were pregnant but even with his poor eye sight he began to notice that you looked bigger than a normal pregnant woman should
  • When you told V that you were having twins, he felt his stomach drop and immense guilt began to creep into him
  • He was nearly blind and now you’d essentially have to handle to babies all on your own, it wasn’t fair
  • V was going to get the eye surgery but discovered that his recovery time would last months after your children would be born, meaning that you’d have to take care of the twins plus V
  • So when your water broke, V had his driver rush the two of you to the hospital, thinking that he just may be more anxious than you
  • But V was determined to be there for you, he told you to hold his hand as tightly as needed and boy did you do so when you started pushing
  • Even when you cursed at V for trying to give you words of encouragement, he only nodded knowing that you were in double the amount of pain
  • When V heard his first child’s wailing, he felt the weight of the world removed from his shoulders
  • The nurse handed V his first child while you kept pushing the second
  • V stared down in awe at his newborn, gently cradling the little one as he whispered in his soothing voice
  • “It’s nice to meet you my little son.”
  • He could have just stared at his son for the rest of his life except you had finally pushed out the second child, with the nurse promptly handing the child to you
  • V walked over to your side as he stared again down at his second child, the tears finally flowing as he smiled saying
  • “And it’s nice to meet you too my little daughter.”
  • You and V carefully swapped children as he held his daughter for the first time then looking at you as you held your son for the first time
  • V took a mental photo of his new family, nuzzling his cheek to your shoulder as he promised to take care of his twins and when the time came, receive the eye surgery to proper see his son and daughter

Unknown

  • Saeran was absolutely terrified at the idea that you were pregnant with his child
  • He didn’t feel as though he would be good enough as a parent but with a lot of convincing and ice cream from you, Saeran slowly warmed up to the idea of being a father
  • That is until your water broke, then he went into full on panic mode
  • Seven had to drive the two of you to the hospital because Saeran was so nervous
  • When you got there, Saeran didn’t even want to watch you give birth and stood on the opposite side of the room covering his eyes with his hands
  • But when he heard you groan in pain from pushing, he pushed his anxiety away and held your hand tightly, encouraging you that you were amazing and you could do it
  • He even snickered when you started cursing at the doctor for not giving you enough pain medication
  • When he heard the baby cry for the first time, Saeran froze
  • He watched with wide, bright eyes as you held your child close to your chest but eventually asking Saeran if he wanted to hold his child
  • Saeran was about to move away from you and the baby until the baby grabbed a hold of one of Saeran’s fingers
  • He sighed and gave in, using extreme caution when you handed him the baby but Saeran’s eyes went wide again with wonder as he started at his child
  • “You’re… my son. I promise to protect you and love you okay?“
  • Your heart melted at the sight of Saeran giving a small smile to your son, filled with relief that Saeran was finally getting comfortable with the baby
  • Saeran carefully handed your son back to you, crying as he clung onto your arm and to your son’s tiny hand thanking you again and again for giving him this happiness