teddy bear cover

anonymous asked:

i love your blog so much! Thank you for coming out with such amazing prompts!~ Was wondering, since valentines day is coming, could i have some prompts for the lovely date? Thank you so much xoxo

Thank you so much for you kind words!!! They really mean a lot to me!!!! <3

Of course you can!!!

1. “I’ve had a crush on you since we were kids, but I’ve always been scared to say anything. This year, I impulsively bought you a Valentine’s Day present, but now, I can’t work up the courage to give it to you.”

2. “I absolutely hate chocolate, but I always get several boxes from relatives on Valentine’s Day, and I give them to you, since you love them so much, and you bring me non-chocolate candy in return.”

3. “We always give each other goofy Valentines, with puns or insults on the cards, but this year, you got me a super-sweet, touching card, and I still got you a rude/funny one. I’m panicking a little.”

4. “I bought you chocolate, flowers, and a stuffed teddy bear covered in hearts, and you still don’t understand that I’m interested in you. HOW?”

5. “We’re coworkers, and I left a Valentine on your desk, but I was so nervous, i forgot to sign it. Now I need to figure out a way to tell you who it’s from.”

6. “I had all these plans for a perfect Valentine’s Day proposal, but the waiter put the ring on the wrong tray, so now someone at the next table over is squealing with excitement, while their S/O looks on in horror, and I have no idea how to fix this.”

7. (To go with above.) “There’s a ring in your food, and I definitely didn’t put it there, but you’re so excited, I’m not sure if I have the heart to tell you or not.”

8. “You’re a thief, and I’m the cop who’s always trying to catch you. You somehow got into the station and left a Valentine on my desk, and I probably shouldn’t be as impressed as I am.”

9. “I bought a single red rose for Valentine’s Day, but it looks like you cleared out the florist’s shop.”

10. “When we were in Kindergarten, you gave me a Ring Pop on Valentine’s Day, and said it made us married. This year, I’m giving you a real one.”

11. “You asked me to help you put together a care package for your Valentine, and even though it broke my heart, I did. But now you’re giving it to me?”

12. “You’re the cheesiest person I’ve ever met, and I love that about you, but if you actually get up and serenade me for Valentine’s Day, I may throw something.”

13. “I know you aren’t big on sappy romantic gestures, and I’ve accepted that, so I wasn’t expecting much on Valentine’s Day, but you showed up with a huge box of chocolates and a singing card. Do you have a fever or something?”

14. “Every year, on Valentine’s Day, you ask me if I want a kiss, then give me a Hershey’s before I can answer. This year, I’m getting a real kiss.”

Hopefully, you enjoy these! I tried to go as sappy as possible! :D



EXO on Your Anniversary


Xiumin’s busy, so he wouldn’t be able to plan a huge surprise. His love would be shown in the little things he’d do for you throughout the day: making your favorite coffee, singing you your favorite song, and watching your favorite movie with you. After every conversation you would have, he’d always make sure to end it with a slightly-cheesy but nevertheless sincere “I Love You”.


Chen would exaggerate the occasion (which you didn’t think was possible). He’d wake you up by scooping you in his arms and carrying you dramatically into the kitchen for a homemade breakfast. He’d make sure to take you to a romantic restaurant for dinner, all while showering you with adoration.


Also a bit of a drama queen, Baekhyun would do all of your favorite things in excess. He wouldn’t stop singing to you, even if it was about an errand he needed to do. When he got home, he’d apologize profusely for leaving you alone on “your special day”, causing you to blush from his overwhelming affection.


Chanyeol wouldn’t be too cheesy, making sure to give you extra kisses and backhug you whenever he could. It wasn’t until when you went out for dinner that he confessed how much you really do mean to him, both of your eyes getting watery from emotions.


Already naturally gentle, Lay would be almost-unbearably sweet as he showered you with little gifts. A ring you had said you liked, a candle you always made sure to sniff, and a beautiful bouquet of flowers.  None of these gifts compared to knowing Lay was in love with you, and you with him.


The traditional idea of going out to dinner didn’t interest D.O, and he instead decided to surprise you with a cute, candlelit home-cooked meal.  After the meal was over, you two stayed at the table, talking long into the night about your beautiful future together. 


Always cheesy, Suho would shower you with over-the-top romantic gifts. Teddy bears, chocolate-covered strawberries, and flowers would just be the beginning. He wouldn’t stop showering with kisses, even at the restaurant for dinner, making you blush in embarrassment. 


More reserved than his leader, Kai would make you breakfast in bed, treating you like a princess.  Rather than a fancy dinner, he’d take you downtown to shop, buying you a special piece before going home and watching a cheesy romcom that you picked out, all with a loving smile on his face.


Sehun has a hard time expressing his feelings through words, so he’d instead do it through actions. He’d always be holding your hand, hugging you, or having his arm around your waist. It wasn’t until after dinner that he actually said “I love you”, his sincerity making your heart race and eyes fill with tears.

My Groiwng Girl

5. “I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”

My Growing Girl

The party was in a full swing, music blaring all the way to the brim of the lawn, with flashing lights that hung above the high ceiling, people danced with their significant others, while some shared drinks with each other. The Barnes family had just entered the party Tony had insisted on them joining.

“Typical Tony…” Bucky grumbled, shoving his perfectly gelled hair back, holding onto his wife, while his daughter was hiked up over his arm, her hand wrapped around his neck while the other hand had been wrapped around a brown teddy bear and a white covered book.

Bucky never understood why his daughter found a fascination in books, albeit he still bought her special editions, of course Natalia had raised the bar when she bought his daughter books from their birth of origin. Once the Black Widdo had known of Bucky’s daughters love for books, she just couldn’t stop her smothering. She loved the child to no end, and Bucky couldn’t ask for a better god mother then Natasha herself.

“Daddy, Where is Grant?” Rebecca asked, tugging her dads long locks to get his attention, his eyes were drifting to his wife, who seemed a bit Unpleased at the moment.

“Sorry, Becca, he might be in the kitchen…” James answered, already coming to a conclusion about his best friends son. Buchanan placed his daughter down on her own two feet, dusting her white plain shirt with lace short sleeves, before fixing her blue jeans buttons and pointed to the left side of the living compound. She nodded her head, her chestnut curls bouncing with her nodes.

“Be careful,” Her mother warned, not enjoying the atmosphere with many business men and their loaded shots of alcohol. Rebecca stole a single kiss from her dad before she went wobbling been the legs of men and women to the kitchen with her brown bear- curtesy of Sam, and her white book.

“We shouldn’t let our daughter wander off by her self-” (Y/N) spoke as she placed a finger to her chin, trying to find half her friends.

Bucky shrugged his shoulders, “It’s not like she’s gonna do anything, She’ll be with Steve’s Kid.” Bucky assured, slinking a hand around her waist, resting just above the curve of her ass. The lady nodded, her own curls now bouncing, she fixed the low cut of her dress that ended just above her belly. The white fabric hugged her curves perfectly, ending just above her shin. With white jeweled heels to compliment her looks. Bucky whistled, catching her attention. His smirk never leaving his face.

“What are grinning at?” She demanded, her crimson strained lips pouted, as she fixed the dip again feeling a bit unconscious at the amount of cleavage held on display. He shrugged his shoulders, but dipped his head below her ears and kissed at her shoulder blade.

“Natasha coming on your six.” Bucky whispered into his wife’s ear, as he passed on the love act as a simple whisper. True to his words, a red head had sauntered over to the married couple, her hips swaying from side to side in her body con red dress, Her gaze never leaving the girl before her.

“Hello~” Natasha sang, grabbing Bucky’s wife and dragging her over to a group of girls, leaving Bucky alone to watch his wife’s retreating back.

He stayed in place for a while, until he just couldn’t see his wife’s back anymore, so James walked past many rich men, many horny women, many people shoving their asses up his penis, but finally made it to the kitchen, he swung the white doors apart. And instantly his gaze had fallen on his daughter.

She was alone, No Grant or anyone beside her. Just the bear that was placed over her lap and the white book that’s she had started to read all over again.

The young girl was a carbon copy of her dad, quite, silent, loving, charming, but mostly lonely. If it wasn’t for Grant the poor girl wouldn’t even have a kid her age to hang with. She would always be spotted with one of the avengers, or spending her time with her family.

He walked to her, then sat down behind her on the bay window. The expensive fur that was thrown on for display was soft to the touch as he extended his arm around her, to show her he was here beside her.

“What’s going on Pumpkin?” Bucky asked softly, nuzzling his head on the small of her back, taking in her scent of baby shampoo. When she didn’t reply, Bucky got a bit worried, so he moved his head to hook it on her shoulder, almost giving all his weight on his daughters back. “Princess…?” Bucky trailed, watching as his daughter contributed to flip pages and skim through words she would have probably learned like the back of her head by now. “Rebecca…?” Bucky grumbled, once he understood his daughter was ignoring him, he couldn’t help but wonder why?

So he poked her sides, then poked her shoulders, and head, followed by her legs, but she wouldn’t even budge, not even a single emotion dropped from her face. “I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.” Bucky murmured as he continued to jab his finger in various places of her body. Until she breathed out a sigh, “Daddy I’m bored.” She stated, then looked back at her book. It didn’t take a genius to know she was lying to her father with one of the best strait faces any kid could ever muster.

“What’s really going on cupcake?” Bucky asked, shutting her book and hoisted her up his legs. Her head draped over his chest.

“I wanted to hang out with Grant but he’s with this other girl.” She explained, bringing her bear closer to her chest when she couldn’t continue her explanation.

Bucky released an audible sigh of worry, Already his daughter was falling head over heels for his best friends oblivious son. So Bucky did what any other father would do at the time, wrap his hands around her tiny form and hook his chin over her head, while she silently let her sadness pour out with tears. “I love you Rebecca.” Bucky spoke softly, his lips found the roots of her head and placed a moist kiss that ignited her head with love and adoration. She nodded, now wrapping her hands around her dads ribcage. Snuggling closer to his many musk, and kissing his chest through his vest.

“I love you more daddy…”

Type: Imagine

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x Reader

Prompt: Damon is your boyfriend. However, after getting turned into a vampire yourself after Katherine kills you, you find out that Damon had been compelling you to forget his feedings on you. Angry, you storm away from him, breaking up with him. This leads to this confrontation a few days later.


“Hey, Elena? I’m just gonna chill in my room tonight. I’m not really in the mood to party or whatever.”

Your younger sister gave you a concerned look, making you internally sigh. Here comes Ms. Perfect, to try and save the day.

“(Y/N), you should really get out more. I mean, I know that the breakup with Damon was bad. But, he was really bad for yo-.”

“Elena!” You interrupt her, voice angry as you lose your cool. She gives you a startled look. “Leave it alone, okay? It’s none of your business.” You hiss before stomping up the stairs, adding extra emphasis to make your frustration and desire to be alone more obvious.

While looking down at your phone, in mood for Chinese, you begin to type in the familiar number by heart as you enter your room. While kicking the door closed behind you, you looked up casually, only to scream in surprise.

Your ex, Damon Salvatore, was on your bed, holding your teddy bear Mr. Markimoo.

“Damon!” You hiss, ending the call and slipping the phone into your pocket unable to turn your gaze away.

He turns to you, smirking before holding the teddy bear up to cover his face. “Hey, (Y/N)! It’s me! Mr. Markimoo! You know, I really think you should forgive Damon. He was a complete dick-Uh, I mean jerk. But, he is really sorry.” His voice was high-pitched and he controlled the bear’s hands to make it seem like it was moving.

You tried to hide the smile and smother the laugh, but it was difficult. You raised a hand to cover your mouth. Just thinking of the big bad Damon Salvatore speaking through a teddy bear is already hilarious. But… to imagine is one thing…  you’re looking at it.

Managing to contain your laughter, you crossed your arms and leveled him with an disinterested stare.

“Damon? Get out.”

Giving up on the teddy bear act, he placed it beside him before jumping to his feet. Striding towards you, you proceeded to back up against the door staring up at him.

Placing his hands on both sides of your head, he leaned forward pressing his forehead to yours. Your eyes widened as you were forced to look him in his gorgeous blue eyes.

“(Y/N).” He whispered, the regret and guilt in his voice making you blink. “I’m sorry. I know that I shouldn’t have fed on you as much as I had. I know that I shouldn’t have fed on you for so long even. But…” He leaned closer, tilting his head so that he could kiss the side of your neck softly. This made a small sigh escape you, your head lulling to the side slightly.

“I want to have us be even… as much as I can.” He mumbled against your skin before pulling away almost making you mumble in protest. You were so weak when it came to him.

Damon looked down at you, clearly contemplating something before shrugging off his leather jacket. Your head tilts in confusion that quickly becomes realization when he takes off his black shirt revealing his naked upper body.

Your mouth falls open a bit as you stare shamelessly at his upper half. Damon smirks at you before speaking. “Go ahead. Bite me. Anywhere you want.”

Biting your lip as the possibilities run through your mind, you settle on the place he bit you at the most.

Stepping closer cautiously, you move until your close enough to touch him. You place your hands on his chest, tracing the contours of his abs and chest before you apply enough pressure to force him to sit down on the bed. He applies with your silent demands, letting his arms hold himself up as he eyes you in a form of anticipation.

Biting your lip, you move closer and straddle his form, sitting in his lap. His hands go around your waist pulling you closer. “Your game, princess.” He says with a grin, clearly anticipating your next move.

Nervousness aside, you use your fingers to move his head to the side to bare his neck to you. His fingers trail up your sides before going down to caress your thighs. You shudder slightly before leaning forward and pressing your lips to the juncture between his neck and shoulder.

You pause, feeling hesitation overtake you. Damon, feeling your nervousness, spoke. “Babe, don’t worry about it. I fed on you and compelled you to forget. Used you as a blood bag. Lied and deceived you. I’ve… developed feelings for you. So, in order to make you feel better, I want you to bite me back. It’s okay. It’s the only thing I can really do to give you some form of payback.”

You felt your heart warm at his words, comforted in the way he opened up to you and told you about his real feelings. Decision made, you pressed your lips to his neck once more before you allowed your fangs to elongate before sinking your fangs into his neck. You heard him suck in a breath as his blood entered your mouth.

Your eyes snapped open, whites black and veins exposed. You let out a moan when the taste connected with you. It was one of the best things you’d ever tasted. Pulling him closer, you sucked greedily at his neck taking in more. And it was only through the haze did you feel his arms encircle your waist pulling you closer and the moans that escaped him. Moans that were a mix of both pain and pleasure. He was enjoying it as much as you were.

About a minute later, you pulled away from his neck, blood dripping from your mouth. You gave Damon a bloody grin. Damon, after studying you, seemed unable to control himself as, in literally the speed of light, he had you on your back on the bed with his lips hungrily tasting yours. Your legs encircled his waist, pulling him closer to you as your hands ran through his hair, tugging on it.

“I love you.” You mumbled as he peppered kisses down your neck. Pulling away, he looked you in your eyes, studying and searching them. When he was satisfied, he gave you his signature crooked smirk.

“Love you too, princess.” He stated, making you beam in return. You moved your hands to his neck, tugging him down to resume your kiss.

anonymous asked:

(It's the chill Danielle fan from earlier) Yeah I see where you're coming from. But regarding the pictures where he looks miserable and she's smiling, maybe it's just her? I mean she always smiles whenever she catches a camera. Also, could it be possible that Louis is not gay, but bisexual, pansexual, heteroflexible, ect, and even if he is in love with Harry, a part of him does like Danielle? To add on, I did know who she was before Louis, a lot of people I know did too.(again not being mean :))

Yo amigo! Hope you had a good weekend. Thanks again for being so chill! I don’t doubt that people knew who she was at all…but The Originals isn’t really a thing in the UK unless you have Netflix in which case I still never watched it, but yeah. I personally did not know who she was.

Like I said before, if you look at videos of pap walks as they happen it’s like four seconds that can capture literally hundreds of shots. I can go through the full range of human emotions in four seconds, but if I had cameras pointed at me, I’d probably try to smile as well, so I really don’t take the pap walks as that big of an indication of reality. 

Honestly…I think it was this:

That really had me like

Seriously, pretty much every time he’s around her this is what his inner monologue seems like:

But WHO KNOWS. I don’t. I do not have the power of telepathy, just of observation. 

I think you’ve raised some very valid questions and as someone who hates labels and who just defaults to “pansexual” because I’m like “whatever…life’s a party, rock your body” I would never claim to know what someone else’s sexuality is unless I had their explicit (non-Twitter) declaration of it. The only Twitter declaration I trust is this one:

There are certainly a lot of things that would indicate at the very least that Louis is complicit in all of this without any kind of objection if you rely solely on Instagram and print media. However…if you look at his actions…

Like when immediately prior to the birth announcement he did this

And when he dressed up a rainbow-covered teddy bear to educate 1D fans on gay history and made it clear who the bears represented

(that dude in the frame is named Larry)

And we know Louis was behind the bears because

(With the help of Harry)

And when he got about 739 matching tattoos with Harry

I just honestly can’t come up with an explanation as to why those bears exist or why those tattoos exist that don’t point to the fact that, regardless of his sexuality, Louis Tomlinson is in love with Harry Styles.


Tokyo Teddy Bear (English Cover)【JubyPhonic】東京テディベア


anonymous asked:

My friend met Braun today and she said he's a big giant teddy bear and his hand covered half of her back.


Child Aizen’s notes (taken while Shinji is babysitting him)

As requested by anon. :)

Previously, we saw what sort of notes Shinji would take if he were asked to babysit a child version of Aizen. But of course, in that scenario, Shinji would not be the only one keeping records. So now it’s time to take a look at the notes that baby Aizen took on that same day!

1. It is 6:00pm. Any moment now, the babysitter my parents hired will arrive. Adorably, they think they chose him, and he thinks that he chose to agree. They are both wrong. This is all my doing.

2. Let me explain. Explaining is good, even in note form - good practice for one day when I will be able to explain all the things to all the people, even things they may already know. Days ago, when I sensed that my parents were getting ready to go on a date (I could tell through subtle signs that only I could notice, like my mom saying, “Hey we should go out for dinner sometime” - she says “sometime” when she really means “in the next couple of days” because she is clever like me), I casually mentioned “Uncle Shinji”’s name. Not in a babysitting context. Just in an innocent child context. But this was enough. It planted the idea. And once the idea is planted, it takes hold and then

3. The babysitter arrived before I could finish that last note. I wish I could write faster but these crayons are not very good for that. Stupid crayons.

4. Never mind I know have bigger things to concern myself with. I must test Shinji to determine whether or not he is worthy of being my babysitter. 

5. I smiled at Shinji using the most adorable version of my smile (the tooth I knocked out last week leaves a gap that adults cannot help but find adorable). He did not smile back. He merely stared at me, studying me. He is keeping his distance. Such a foolish move. I expected better.

6. Shinji continues to disappoint. He tried to test me by giving me dinner with dessert and telling me not to touch the dessert until I finished my dinner. Did he really think he could trick me with such an obvious ploy? Ridiculous.

7. I vow this now with my blue crayon: I’ll never have a plan that involves a single step. All of my plans will have many steps, because many is better. 

8. I have been ordered to “go play” while Shinji cleans up. He is still keeping his distance from me. Why? Doesn’t he know that keeping his distance will make it harder to understand me? Doesn’t he want to understand me? Doesn’t he want to be a good babysitter? It doesn’t make any sense. I will go help him.

9. Shinji watched me as I helped carry dishes to the sink. He was waiting to see if I would drop any. So I dropped a plate deliberately. He knows I dropped it deliberately, and he thinks this means I am pretending to have a weakness. Little does he know that “pretending to have a weakness” is itself a trick to make him think that I would be so obvious with my tricks when in fact I would never be so obvious, something he would know if he actually PAID ATTENTION TO ME

10. I snapped the crayon. 

11. I put on fake glasses to make myself feel better about the crayon. I like the way fake glasses make me feel. Maybe it is time to start tricking my parents into thinking I need a prescription.

12. Time to test Shinji again. This time with a game of hide and seek. Let’s see how good his perception is.

13. So disappointed. So disappointed I am writing in fragments. He actually thought that the incredibly lifelike robotic version of myself I placed behind the curtains was me.


15. I broke another crayon.

16. Now I am sitting in a big boy chair. It makes me feel better. Giant chairs are very comforting and they suit someone who will one day occupy the big boy chair in the sky

17. I think it is time to put my final plan into motion.

18. First I ask for tea. I watch Shinji’s face grow suspicious but I no longer care. He is probably not worthy of me but he gets this one final chance.

19. I drink the tea. I claim it makes me sleepy - which would be odd, wouldn't it Shinji, since tea is caffeinated. No? You’re going to go along with my obvious ploy because you can’t manage to out think even child me? Fine. You be that way.

20. Now I ask to go to bed. You put me to bed, and then you turn out the lights and leave. Immediately, I get right out of bed again.


22. Then I hide at the top the staircase.

23. Predictably, there goes Shinji into my room to check on me. I wait until he passes by and then I slip downstairs. 

24. Now is the time to put my plan into action. First I will explain my plan. You see, it started back when Shinji thought he agreed to be my babysitter when in reality I was the one who arranged the whole thing. He should have recognized that I arranged the whole thing because otherwise how would it have worked out so neatly? It would not have. Only with me as the architect. Then, once he arrived, I smiled at him. By smiling at him I

25. wait I think I spent too long explaining he’s coming back

26. Okay new plan I’ll just dump some hot sauce into his coffee

27. okay he caught me doing it but that was part of my plan 

28. it was all part of my plan because it makes it seem like I have really obvious plans I guess? wait yes that’s pretty good - it makes it seem like I have really obvious plans so he won’t see my real plan coming.

29. So it all worked out according to my plans.

30. not that he deserves my plans. this babysitter totally sucks

Much sleep | Crimson and Oliver

Crimson shifted in bed, opening her eyes long enough to watch Oliver walk to the bathroom. The next time she opened them he was showered, dressed and asking her about breakfast.

“I’m tired.” She mumbled, finding her teddy bear in the covers and pulling it into her chest. “Have fun, work. Love you.” With a yawn she fell back asleep.

A while later she was obviously naked now but laying with her bear covering her chest and the blanket corner over her lap. Crimson whined, listening to the door open downstairs.

The Lucky One

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Chapter o7.  Stuck in a Bubble

Cicadas hummed monotonously throughout dawn.  It was the fifth morning you spent watching the sun welcome you to a new day.  Each time, you captured a bit more of the picture as if someone challenged you to complete a puzzle.  And with each piece, you felt the tension in your leg begin to loosen up. 

Your sleeping schedule allowed you to busy yourself as you longed for Sehun’s arrival.  When he arrived, he donned on a black sweater and jacket, his hair appeared dyed a darker brunette, the side of his head shortened to a buzz cut, while his bangs swept across his forehead, covering his eyebrows.  With a calm smile, he helped you pack your belongings. 

“You are free to go,” the doctor had said earlier, reasoning that your wounds healed up and you were good as new.  Though you still felt a slight dullness running through your abdomen.  But you brushed the feeling aside, not wanting to stay imprisoned by the four walls of the hospital chamber. 

After Sehun finished packing, he cleared his throat and said, “Let’s go”. 

With a nod, your legs swung over and dangled from the side of the bed.  They touched the icy marbled floors, sending shivers through your body.  To your surprise, Sehun knelt down, slipping a pair of flats onto your bare feet. 

Perhaps Cinderella will find her Prince. 


He carried your bags of belongings as you walked beside him to the elevators.  You took note of how much taller than you he appeared – it must have been at least a foot in difference.  Every time you stole a glance at his eyes, your neck strained and your feet stood on its tippy toes. 

Outside, the wind blew you conscious from your trance.  You let out a meager sneeze but it alerted Sehun’s attention.  Without much thought, he separated himself from his jacket and placed it over your shoulders.  He buttoned the jacket onto your body and you helplessly looked down at your shoes so that he does not notice your red-flushed cheeks. 

“All good,” he said cheerfully as he finished.

His hand appeared in front of you and though you knew that this happiness did not belong to you, you took it greedily.  Mentally, you bargained to God that you would repay Him for this blessing with your life. 

His hand was soft and protective, making you feel like the luckiest girl alive.  Hand in hand, you two walked to the parking lot. 


Moving out of your mother’s house was inevitable.  It wasn’t that you thought she’d be disappointed – no, you didn’t care about that anymore.  It was more that you didn’t want to present your mother the satisfaction of saying, “I told you so”.

So you moved into a small studio apartment, despite Sehun’s request to move in with him.

“Why are woman so stubborn?” he complained while helping you lugged a big table up a ramp.

A little amused, you trotted beside him and rolled your sleeves up to aid his struggles.  But Sehun abruptly scooped you off your feet and placed you on the kitchen counter.

“Behave and stay still,” he ordered and kissed you on top of your head, before disappearing off to finish moving the furniture.

Your little heart skipped a beat while your legs swung playfully on the kitchen counter.  He can be so sweet and manly at times. 

But that only made your internal conflicts heighten.  For the more he spoiled you, the more difficult it would be when you finally had to let go. 

You plopped down on the sofa that Sehun had just positioned into the living room.  Stretching your arms out, you yawned in boredom.  Gradually, you drifted of to dreamland. 

In the dream, you see the same little girl.  She’s crying alone with her arms around a giant teddy bear.  Cuts and bruises covered her tiny body.  And then suddenly, a sharp metal rod comes down and she selfishly sacrifices her animal friend.  The rod penetrates through the plush, ripping it into pieces.  Cotton flies everywhere and all you could hear are the high-pitched wails of the little girl’s pleas for mercy. 

Your eyes flung open and immediately, you grabbed your leg.  Your chest heaved up and down, trying to catch some air. 

Sehun slumped down dramatically beside you and pouted childishly.

“If you would have just listened to me and moved into my house, we could have bypassed all of this,” he whined, pointing at the truckload of furniture he hauled in. 

His innocent demeanor calmed you down from your nightmare and you raised your eyebrow amusingly at him. 

In return, he grinned sheepishly and requested, “Do I at least get an award for my hard work?”

You hit his head with a rolled up magazine and giggled, “Do you want some ramen?”

His eyes sparkled in delight as he foolishly nodded. 




A month passed by in a flash.  Your baby bump started to show, so you opted to wearing looser clothing.  On a regular day, you would work on your freelance drafts at home until Sehun dropped by during the evening hours after he completed his schedules. 

For the first two weeks, at the studio apartment, Sehun would ring the doorbell to announce his arrival, but you swore lately he’d started to just show up out of nowhere.  What?  Did he climb in through the window or something?

Today, you were going to find out. 

Taking your drawing tablet and drafting equipment, you situated yourself right in front of the door to wait for Sehun.  When the clock stuck 5:15pm, footsteps sounded by the door, followed by some jingling noise.  Then, the door magically opened.  You stood up with a hand on your hip and the other rubbing your belly.  An unimpressed expression covered your face.

“Oh hey.  Fancy working in the living room today.  Did you miss me?” Sehun teased as he took off his shoes to enter your apartment.   

You extended your arm out to block the doorway.

With narrowed eyes, you interrogated, “Oh Sehun.  Care to explain how you got your own set of keys to my apartment?”

He chuckled, gave you a quick peck on your nose, and limboed under your makeshift arm-gate.  Butterflies fluttered in your stomach for a brief moment but you shook yourself awake.  Frowning, you crossed your arms over your chest. 

Sehun bounced onto the sofa with his arms folded behind to support his neck and his long legs extended beyond the ends of the sofa.  He closed his eyes and smiled as if entertained by your little tantrum.    

“Oh Sehun!” you called for his attention.

“I’m really tired.  Can you give me a massage?”

At first you pouted at the fact that he ignored your question but seeing his fatigued physique, you gave in and dropped the case.  With a sigh, you walked over to him and lightly massaged his tensed arms and legs.  He groaned in satisfaction, which made you blush a bit. 

His breathing evened and you slowly let go when he fell asleep.  Unconsciously, your head rested on his arm as you quietly admired his angelic features.  Sometimes Sehun appeared so manly but in his sleeping form, he looked like a little kid. 

“You must be really tired,” you whispered with a frown. 

Soundlessly, you got up to cook him dinner.

He ended up sleeping for a solid three hours.  You were a little upset that the food turned cold but seeing his refreshed appearance made everything worth it.  With a smile, you threw the dishes into the microwave. 

Sehun chowed down his meal as if he starved for an entire week.  You inwardly gave yourself a pat on the shoulder for feeding this hungry monster.   

“Slow down,” your voice hummed.

He licked the bottom of the dish, patted his stomach, and sighed with contentment.  You offered him seconds but he declined, reasoning that it was getting late.  Your heart dropped when he got up to leave.

Silently, you hugged yourself with your arms.  As he threw on his jacket, you clenched your fists and tugged on his sleeve. 

“Do you…do you want to stay for the night?” you almost whispered.          

Initially, he looked at you surprised but then nodded.  You were a little disappointed when he situated himself back on the sofa instead of the bed, but you were in no place to offer something like that, so you suppressed your feelings and turned off the lights. 

When you woke up in the morning, he was already gone.  Of course he left you a post-it note but the emptiness within you does not fade.  You realized you’ve been super greedy. 



A week passed and you felt lonely without Sehun’s presence.  During the night, you began seeing the little girl again.  Multiple times you discovered yourself on the edge of calling for Sehun to come to your rescue, but you don’t because you wanted to give him some space.

So a month was all it took for him to get tired of you.  Toxic thoughts dawdled in your mind.  You rubbed your belly for comfort.      



One morning, you woke up to Sehun, in a tank top, sleeping on your couch.  You stood in front of the sofa and hovered over the latent intruder.

“You’re hallucinating again,” you heard your voice conclude out loud.

Your stomach grumbled so you sauntered over to the kitchen to make breakfast.  As soon as the aroma of food spread around the house, a wild Sehun rushed forward to steal from the saucepan. 

You smacked his hand with a wooden spatula, “Yah!” 

In defense, he surprised you with a peck on the lips and expertly grabbed a piece of bacon off the pan. 

You crinkled you nose and examined, “Did you even brush your teeth?”

“Nope,” he grinned. 

You threw him a stink face but didn’t complain any further because in truth, you missed him so, so much you could barely contain your excitement.

Finally, you served breakfast at the table.  A much cleaner and hygienic Sehun sat across from you with a piece of toast already in his mouth.  Midway through the meal, you finally noticed the two suitcases by the sofa. 

“What’s up with the suitcases?” you asked.

Sehun finished chewing his food and responded, “Since someone wouldn’t move in with me, I thought I’d move in with her,” he smirked proudly, thinking his plan was executed perfectly. 

Maybe it was due to your preggo hormones, but you dropped your chopsticks onto the table and began to cry, stunning Sehun. 

“W-why are you crying?” he asked with his body leaning forward against the table. 

You don’t reply.  Sehun started to panic and suggested, “I’ll take the suitcases back home”.

But you only cry harder.  Confused out of his mind, Sehun tried to squeeze your arms and massage your shoulders but you kept on crying like a broken faucet…until he finally came around and suffocated you in a bear hug. 

“I guess someone missed me a little too much,” he teased and you lightly elbowed him in the stomach. 

He still slept on the couch that night and was unaware to the fact that you woke up multiple times with sweat on your forehead and a petrified heart.    


The next morning, you were light-headed and nauseous.  You cupped your mouth, sprinted to the bathroom, and threw up.  The noise must have awakened Sehun because he rushed in after you.  With a worried expression, he patted your back while you continued to empty your stomach.  Your throat burned and your head pounded.  Completely depleted of energy, you leaned your cheek on the toilet seat to rest.

“No. No.  No,” Sehun cooed while moving your head to rest on his shoulder.    

For the rest of the day, he babied you.  In fact, that night, he hugged you to sleep in bed. (author fangirl feeeelss over the roof xP) 


A few days later, you threw one of your random tantrums when Sehun returned with a hot dog bun instead of the pork bun you wanted. 

“But hot dog is pork,” he defended, which only made you more angry.

“No it is not.  Hot dog is hot dog and pork is pork.  That’s like saying a slushie is bubbletea!” you retorted.       

He flung his head back in frustration, grunted, and held his arms up as if to surrender, “Fine.  I’ll go get you a pork bun then”. 

 With arms crossed against your chest you countered, “I don’t want it anymore”.

“Oh my God,” Sehun huffed and buried his face in his palms. 


“You’re tired of me, aren’t you?” the volume of your voice lowered. 

He walked away and you thought that, that meant, “yes” so you began to crawl back into your shell.  But as soon as you lifted your head up, Sehun reappeared holding out a small teddy bear. 

“For baby,” he purred. 

You pouted. 

He squeezed the teddy bear’s tummy to demonstrate the softness of the plushie.

“Pinku Pinku,” he tried to say in a high-pitched voice but his voice cracked.

You rolled you eyes and smacked him with a pillow but you’ve already forgotten why you were mad in the first place.



“Suck it in,” a woman’s voice orders. 

The little girl is practically out of breath as her mother pulls tightly on the ribbons of the corset.  She double knots it for security and lets go.

Don’t breathe. 

But the little girl exhales and slowly the loops untie themselves.  A hard smack lands on her skull.

“I told you not to breath.  Are you stupid?” the mother hollers and the little girl begins to cry. 

She sucks all the air in she can while her mother tugs the ribbon once, twice, three, four times until it cuts into her skin. 


You jolted upright in bed with a forehead covered in cold sweat.  The resonating sound of the little girl’s wails continued to ring in your ears.  Unknowingly, you reached to your back for any signs of blood but were relieved to not discover any.

“Just a nightmare,” you told yourself as you ruffled your hair. 

But where was Sehun?  Your head rotated from left to right but he was not in the room.  So you got off the bed to look for him. 


Sniffling noises echoed from the bathroom.  From the small slit of the door, you discovered Sehun sitting on the tiled floor with the back of his head against the sink. 

W-why is he crying?

You held your breath.  Your hand rose against the door to knock but you let it drop to your side.  A part of you was afraid to find out the source of his agony. 

You hauled your body back to bed, hugging the blankets against you to compensate for Sehun’s absence. 


In the morning, Sehun acted as if nothing had happened.  You wondered if what you saw last night was an illusion.

But it was so real… 


Before he left for work, he kissed your tummy goodbye.       

As soon as he left, you washed the dishes and wiped down the table.  That was when you discovered a leather wallet on the floor.  Quickly, you picked it up and ran downstairs, hoping to catch Sehun before he drove off to work.  Midway, you clumsily dropped the wallet, sending it rolling down the stairs.  When you finally caught up with the escaping case, all its contents were scattered throughout the staircase.  With a frown, you squatted down and began to collect the items one by one.  A coin, a bill, Sehun’s ID…and then a picture – several pictures…all of Minyoung and him.    

So this was why he was crying…

You rapidly stuffed the things back into the wallet, ran back to your apartment, and slammed the down shut, before you slid down the wall and bawled.  You should have known.  It wasn’t like a new discovery.  You didn’t understand why you were so upset. 

Wake up.

“But I can’t,” you answered your subconscious.

But you have to. 

For the remainder of the day, your mind refused to concentrate.  Whether you were drawing drafts, cooking lunch, or cleaning out the apartment, you kept making mistakes. 


When Sehun returned home that night, he tried to greet you with a peck on the lips but you turned away.  He looked at you questionably but you walked passed him and said, “I’ll cook dinner.  Go shower first”.

He gave you a confused expression but let it slide.


You knew he could tell something was wrong by the way he snuggled his body tightly against yours with his chin on top of your head. 

Wake up, ________ah.  He’s doing it because he is a responsible, kind-hearted man.  Not because he loves you.

“I know,” you whispered and fought back tears.

As soon as he fell asleep, you quietly unraveled yourself from his embrace.  Your bare feet touched the ice-cold floors but you don’t wince.  With a glass of warm tea, you treaded to the balcony and sat down on the chaise lounge.  The winter breeze chilled you to the bone so you sipped on the tea greedily. 

You don’t remember when you drifted off to sleep but when you woke up, a comforter shielded your body from the cold. 

The water boiler shrieked and you crawled back under the covers.  However, the chair proved to not be suitable for a pregnant woman because your back turned extremely stiff from laying on it the entire night.  You patted your spine a bit to loosen the tension but the pain was great enough to hinder any thoughts of going back to sleep. 

In what you thought to be around twenty minutes, you heard cautious footsteps walk closer to you.  The owner shook you a few times and you snarled in displeasure. 

“Hey Sleepyhead, time for breakfast.  The baby’s hungry,” Sehun hummed and started to uncover you from your blanket fort. 

You groaned but admitted defeat when your stomach growled.  Sehun chuckled and your cheeks blushed a little.  Hesitantly, you got up and walked to the bathroom to get washed up. 

At the table, you dug into the full course meal Sehun prepared.  Yep, the baby was definitely hungry.  You stopped stuffing your face, a little uncomfortable with the way Sehun watched you intently. 

“Is it some kind of holiday that I’m forgetting?” you questioned.

He shook his head and started eating as well.

“Then why did you make so much food?” you persistently asked.

He beamed at you eating so well.

“Are you feeling better?” he asked, instead of answering your questions. 

With chopsticks still in your mouth, you looked up at him confused. 

He shrugged his shoulders and frowned, “You seemed unhappy last night”.

You stopped eating.  The pictures of Minyoung flashbacked from your memory.      

You feigned a smile and lied, “Oh, just my pregnant hormones going haywire”.

Sehun exaggerated a sigh of relief and exclaimed, “Thank goodness.  I thought I did something wrong”.

You looked down at your bowl of food and whispered, “No, you did nothing wrong.  You never do anything wrong”.

Sehun pouted teasingly and cutely informed you, “It was so cold sleeping alone last night”.

He took your hand and placed it against his lips.  You flinched a bit but relaxed under his touch. 

Happy that he solved the mystery, Sehun planted a quick kiss on top of your head before heading off to work. 

“Oh wait,” you said, stopping him in his tracks, “You…uh…you left your wallet by accident yesterday”.

He took the wallet out of your hands, waved, and then left. 

That night, as Sehun hugged you to sleep, you buried your head into his chest.  The thumping of his heart calmed you down.  When he fell asleep, you grazed your hand against his face lovingly and whispered, “Don’t worry.  Just endure five more months and everything will go back to normal”. 

You ignored the rippling ache in your chest, the numbness of your leg, and the splitting sting of your back.

The little girl cries throughout the night. 


a/n: Yayayay!  Fluffy chapters beginnnnn finally after all those sad, angsty chapters.  :3 Next chapter is super cute too!!  -inner fangirl dying- 

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