well hello daddy feels where the hell did you come from

anonymous asked:

Hello! I'd like to make a request, but I'm not sure how you'd write it. Could you do the RFA+ Saeran reacting to if they were getting hot and heavy with MC and another member walked in on them? Thank you so much!

i added V because why not and thank you for the request !1!1

mucho love ೃ༄*

sorry some are longer than others i suck

nsfw >.<

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♥ He begged you to go to a LOLOL convention for weeks and finally you gave in

♥ After hours of walking around you grew bored and horny

♥ Last night he left you on edge as you were about to climax when an important RFA conference call came up

♥ You’ve been edgy ever since

♥ “Please…“ you begged into his ear. For the past thirty minutes you wanted to run off somewhere

♥ Finally he listened

♥ “Couldn’t wait till we got home?”

♥ "No.“              

♥ He’d try so hard to take control of the kisses it’d turn you on more, but this poor baby couldn’t keep up

♥Messy neck kisses

♥His wandering hands finally get into your pants and past your panties

♥Trying to moan his name but can’t even speak making him almost self destruct

♥"I’m so close.”

♥ Just as you were tipping over the edge, the door swings open revealing a red head

♥"There you guys are- AAAH MY BEAUTIFUL EYES” Seven plays LOLOL too. Seven wanted to meet up with you guys when he found out you both were going.

♥Seven runs away red as his hair leaving Yoosung more embarrassed than you

♥Still not satisfied till you get home where he makes up it up to you four times


♥ Zen wanted practice for his romantic lines and wanted it with you so he could make the story come to life, you of course agree

♥ “If you want me then why are you with him?” He says his line leaning closer and closer

♥ Kissing soon leads into make out session in his dressing room

♥ He sits back on the couch and pulls you on top him

♥ Feeling the beast underneath you makes you a mess

♥ Zen grips your waist and helps you grind down on him causing little moans to emanate from you

♥ “I can’t take this…” beast unleashed He groans before flipping you underneath him and grinds hard and fast, hard for you to keep up with

♥ “Ah Hyun~” fuck he gone

♥ This would’ve been a good time to remember Jaehee was stopping by for Zen to sign her new CD

♥ “Hello Zen?” Jaehee’s eyes widen in horror, “SORRY Y/N, Zen!” Before running away flustered

♥ Later, she’d scold you both for being reckless of his image.


♥Knowing Jaehee better than anyone, you know her schedule is so hectic because someone *cough* mista trustfundkid *cough*  who gives her useless projects all the time so you decided to bring her lunch knowing she’d forget to eat

♥ She’d be very surprised and happy and try to explain her current project leaving you confused as ever

♥ She’d try so hard to make you understand

♥  You’re leaning over the papers and get distracted on her lips rather than the cat project she was rattling off about

♥ Swoop, you kiss, taking Jaehee off guard

♥ Kisses so good she forgets where she is

♥ You unbutton her blouse and leave hickeys across her chest

♥ Small Jaehee moans

♥Fogged up glasses

♥ “Jaehee do you have those cat reports I was, Oh,” Jumin stops, “I’ll come back later…”

♥ Jaehee is s u p e r embarrassed

♥ “I’m so unprofessional.”

♥ You apologize with a bubble bath later


♥ Jumin would randomly want to throw dinner parties for friends and colleagues

♥ Tonight was one of those nights

♥ You were trying on dresses for it when you put on a beautiful slim fitting, maroon dress that made you look hotter than hell.

♥ “No.” You hear Jumin and see him shaking his head is disapproval

♥ “What’s wrong?”

♥ “Only I’m allowed to see you in stuff like that.” He stated before walking away thinking that was the end of it

♥ It wasn’t

♥ Who was he to tell you what you could and couldn’t wear? After he had ignored you for the past week, being a little tease seemed fun

♥ When guests started arriving you stepped out of your room and began greeting people

♥ You could feel his glare from across the room

♥ “Y/N, you look stunning.” Zen complimented.

♥ “Thank–” Jumin comes out of nowhere bumping into you, spilling wine on you.

♥ “Whoops, silly me,” Jumin tightly smiled before whisking you away from confused Zen, “Let’s get you changed.”  

♥ When your alone Jumin attacks  daddy jumin mode

♥ “That.” Kiss “Dress.” Kiss “Was.” Kiss “Expensive.”

♥ “I’ll buy you thousands more.”

♥ Your wine-stained, dress was soon pooled around your waist

♥ Jumin threw your panties across the room

♥ No time for foreplay he is inside you

♥ He starts ruthlessly pounding away

♥ “Hey Y/N I want to ask- AHHH NEVERMIND!” Zen screams and slams the door in record time.

♥ “Jumin, are you smiling?”


♥ You knew Seven was busy on an important case and wanted to do something special

♥ Trying to think of food you could make was hard

♥ You can’t exactly cook well

♥Deciding on pancakes seemed easy enough

♥ They weren’t

♥ Seven stepped out of his office looking for some Dr.Pepper and saw the kitchen covered in Bisquick and broken eggs

♥ “What happened?“ He’d make fun of you, but he wasn’t that much better at cooking either

♥ "I wanted to make you food, you’re so busy.” You sigh and we’re genuinely disappointed

♥ Seeing this Agent 707 Defender of Justice immediately goes with plan cheer up your girlfriend

♥ "Y/N” He grabs your chin making you look up at him, “All I want eat is you.”

♥ Right before kissing you he’d throw flour in your face

♥ “Really Seven?”

♥ He quickly kiss you to prevent the inevitable war

♥ One swift motion, you were on the messy counter and Seven was in between your legs

♥ Feeling his hardness against you made you even more turned on

♥ “S-Saeyoung.” Hearing his real name come from you… he’d die

♥ Your pants disappeared and he began leaving kisses in between your thighs

♥ He kiss everywhere except where need him

♥ “Don’t tease me~~” You’d pout, making him give in

♥ “I got groceri- Oh dear lord in the kitchen!” Saeran screamed before abandoning the groceries still screaming “The kitchen!” over and over.


♥V had an opening for his first photo gallery and was nervous as to if it would succeed

♥You knew it would but it seemed like he needed a confidence boost

♥You knew just the way to do it

♥You took him to the private office in the gallery and got busy

♥He was reluctant at first

♥"Y/N Are you sure? Anyone could walk in…“

♥"I locked the door.” At least you thought you did.

♥Finally he pulled you onto the desk and boy he worked fast

♥Too many kisses to keep up

♥That led into a make up session that got heated very quickly

♥Where’d his pants go ? Where’d your bra go?

♥He was already rock hard and you slide in front him, wanting to please him

♥Right as he groaned when you put him in your mouth the door swings open

♥You hit your head on the desk

♥Girlish scream and retreating footsteps equal Yoosung

♥"My office doesn’t have lock.“ Sudden realization.

♥At least the gallery went well1!1!


♥ After months of getting help and gaining trust of the RFA members Saeran was officially invited into the RFA

♥ He helped you so much and the day of the party was finally here

♥When you entered the banquet hall Saeran immediately latch himself on you

♥"Can we leave?“ Ten minutes in.

♥"Please? I’ll make you feel good when we get home.”

♥He was horny and anti social

♥After more of his complaints you strike a bargain

♥"How about we go upstairs for little then come back down.“

♥Didn’t need to tell him twice

♥Once you reach an empty room he is all over you

♥Aggressive kisses, not that you mind

♥He began kissing down your neck until he reached your sweet spot making you moan

♥”Be quiet, don’t want anyone to hear.” he said before picking you up and throwing you onto the bed.

♥Saeran pinned you under him and grinded down leaving you a mess

♥Both your clothes came off at one point

♥Mid make out the door swings open

♥ “Well, this is not the correct room.” Jumin swings right back around and leaves.

♥ “I thought you locked the door!”

♥ “I thought you did!”

♥ Saeran got up locked the door, and continued where you left off.

Never Would Have

Requests: “Could you do an imagine where the reader is also a witch and with Kai. Just after he died the reader found out she was pregnant. She had twins (whatever genders). When Kai came back in the latest episode, Damon calls her to tell her that he’s back when him and Kai are in the car and Kai hears the twins in the background (maybe they call her mom or something and he knows she’s their mother). Then the reader brings the twins to see him? Thanks xx” (Credits to gif owners!)

“You guys be good, Damon is calling.” Y/N gave a stern look to her son who was about to tackle his sister. The twins stopped, nodded and sat on the floor together to watch cartoons. The ringing phone reminded Y/N that she had to answer soon or else it would go straight to voicemail. Lately when Damon called it was important. She gave it a second after pressing the answer button, “Hello?”

Damon was in the car. She knew that much. A window was down and there was heavy breathing. “Y/N!” She knew the vampire was smiling. “How is my favorite…household?” Y/N wiped her forehead. What? “Uh look, you don’t have to answer that.” He was struggling. “Can uh…can you stop by my place? Say, ten minutes?”

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It’s Really You

Request: “HiI have a request in mind, but you do not want to do it, no problem. You can make a shy reader who does not have many friends until you find a Pennywise and they become best friends.”


“OK ,how about this … The reader thinks penny is her imaginary friend ,then when people tell her that those don’t exist she tells penny to go away ,and 27 years later after his “sleep” he decides to see how she is doing and she realizes he is real“

Pairing: Pennywise x Reader

Warnings: Henry Bowers (I think that’s pretty self explanatory lol)

A/N: I decided to combine both requests together and instead of Pennywise waking up 27 years later the reader will be 5 years old and when she sees him again 10 years later she will be 15.

It was spring and boy were the springs in Derry pretty amazing. Flowers blossomed, rain poured, birds chirped and the grass grew rapidly. You were currently at the park just down the street from your house. Your mother was at work so it was just you and your father at the park. He was watching you as he read a magazine while he sipped his afternoon coffee.

You noticed a figure behind a tree, you had flowers in your hand that you were planning to give your mother but your curiosity made you drop them. Your little 5 year old legs sped off approaching the tree quickly going behind it to see who the figure was. Your dad assumed that you wanted better flowers so he brushed it off.

There stood someone in a big white fluffy costume with big orange pom poms on them. But you couldn’t see their face they were hiding it behind a pyramid of red balloons. You were extremely curious but you were also debating if you should talk to the stranger. Without thinking you decided to speak up.

“Don’t be afraid show your face.” You said.

“I am not afraid.” The voice said. 

He let go of the balloons and that’s when you noticed, he was a clown with white and red face paint on. His fiery orange hair was the feature that stuck out to you the most and the fact that he was really tall.

“Hello Mr. ClownMan!” You said excitedly.

“Hiya darling would you like a balloon?” He asked bending down to your height.

You nodded excitedly as he made a balloon appear from thin air. You giggled happily as you took it. 

What the hell was happening to him? Something like this never happened to Pennywise, if you were any other child you would have been dead by now and in his guts. He felt a warm feeling as if he was growing fond of you. But why why was this even happening?

“Thank you umm-” You struggled wondering what his name was.

“I’m Pennywise The Dancing Clown.” The clown introduced himself. 

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Diss track // Simon Minter Imagine

Summary: JJ made a diss track where he said something he shouldn’t have.

A/n: I LOVE THIS! Oh my I can’t tell you how much fun @blueminter and I had writing this! For the 11614846651 time, thank you so much for doing this Mel, I love you. For those of you who don’t know this, Mel basically wrote all those amazing bars! Everyone go tell the Sidemen they need to hire her for their diss tracks! Anyway I hope you like it!

Go follow @blueminter (but you probably already do!)



“Hey babe”, my boyfriend Simon called me. “Have you seen JJ’s diss track yet?” he asked. With JJ leaving the Sidemen, Ethan and Harry had released a diss track. And to be honest, they were fire. Jide coming back at them was thus no surprise. “No, no I haven’t yet. I was actually just about to though, why?”, I questioned. “Well we’re all going to watch it together and react to it and I thought I’d be nice for you to be here too?” “Oh yeah, nice. I’ll be there in five”, I beamed.

The Sidemen house was only a few blocks away so I decided to walk there. When I got to the door, my boyfriend was already waiting for me. He kissed my lips softly as a hello. We went to the kitchen where all the other guys were already waiting. I quickly hugged them all and we sat down to film.

“Hey guys! As you all may know, JJ just released his diss track. So we’re going to watch it and react to it”. The track had a good beat to it, but the lyrics weren’t that great. JJ started off with Ethan, as expected.

Yow Ethan do you still the stairs cause you better roll down every pair, WOT?!

Ethan paused the video. “And there we go with the fat jokes!”, he laughed. Josh added; “Fat joke here, fat joke there”. “You’ve got the best fat joke of the year!”, I cheered, earning a laugh from the guys. “Don’t be surprised Ethan,” Simon stated, “She’s had your track on on repeat”. “Hey! Don’t judge me. It’s absolute fire”, I laughed. Ethan gave me a fist bump and Simon continued the video.

Now for Simon. Clearly opposites attract cause you’re too skinny and your girl’s too… Ha you know it.

At that moment, my heart dropped. I never considered myself fat, but I always felt self-conscious about it. So hearing it from someone else was quite a shock. Especially in front of all the guys. No one seemed to notice my discomfort, since they just kept watching and commentating.

I had no idea what was being said or done, because I was so caught up in my thoughts. Was JJ right? Am I too fat? Does Simon think I’m too fat? Maybe he’s only with me because he pities me? Oh god, I was starting to feel sick.

Luckily the video didn’t take much longer. Josh and Harry were still discussing how often JJ implied that Ethan was fat, when Simon asked me what I thought about it. “Uhm, yeah I think it wasn’t that bad”, I lied. Apparently, I wasn’t that great at lying, since he shot me a worried look. I didn’t want to talk about it, so I just ignored it.

Simon quickly did his outro, with Ethan warning JJ for his second verse. When all the cameras were turned off, Tobi asked if they could get a take-away pizza for dinner, to which all the guys cheered. I politely declined, knowing that I probably shouldn’t eat pizza if I was planning on losing weight. My boyfriend again looked worriedly at me.

“Hey”, I nudged Simons side, “Could I maybe take a shower?”. “Yeah of course! You want me to join”, Simon smirked. “No no not with the guys here. I’ll be fine on my own”. “Your loss”, he said and kissed me.

I ran up the stairs to Simons bathroom. I stayed here so often that I had all my own stuff in there. When I was about to hop in the shower, I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror. I looked at myself, mentally pointing out everything I hated. And before I knew it, tears were streaming down my face.

I quickly washed myself to try and forget about everything for a second. But when I went to Simons room after I was all cleaned up, I started thinking again. What if Simon doesn’t love me anymore? Does he really think I’m too fat?

I didn’t hear him come in, so I screamed a little when he hugged from behind. “Hello beautiful”, Simon laughed. “Hi”, I mumbeled. He started kissing me. First my cheek, my jaw, my neck, my shoulder, my collarbone. His touches were full of love, but I didn’t feelt it. All because of JJ. I kept hearing his words, over and over again.

Eventually Simon noticed something was really off. “Hey Y/N/N, what’s going on?”, he whispered. I just shook my head. “Y/N please. Don’t do this to me. Don’t shut me out. I know something’s wrong. Just talk to me, love”. I sighed. “Do you think I’m fat?”, I said no louder than a whisper. Simons eyes immediately grew. “What? Where is this coming from?”.

“Never mind. Just forget about it”, I said quickly, regretting my decision to speak up about my thoughts. “No Y/N, I can’t just forget about that! Is it because of JJ? Because of what he said in his diss track?”, he asked.

The fact that I didn’t respond and couldn’t even look at him, was answer enough for him. “Y/N listen to me. JJ only said that to get a reaction out of me, okay? You are not fat. Far from even. You are the most beautiful, happy, bright, funny, smart, talented person I know. And I love you more than anything in the world, okay? So don’t you ever dare to think that you’re not perfect, because you are”.

“I’m sorry”, I sniffed, looking at the ground. Simon placed his hand on my chin and tilted my head so I was looking in his eyes. “You have nothing to apologize for. JJ on the other hand… You know what? I’ve got an idea”, Simon smirked. He quickly explained his plan to me. “Simon you don’t have to do that. It’s fine”, I said once he had finished. “Oh no Y/N/N, I do need to do that. And you’re going to help me. He does not know what’s coming for him”, he laughed.

Two days later everything was ready to get the plan going. All the remaining Sidemen were there, in a car park getting ready to start recording. “Okay guys, is everyone ready? Then let’s go!”, Simon said, making everyone cheer. “3,2,1 ACTION”.

“Yow Jide. You thought we’d let you do this? You thought wrong mate and now you’re on your own. You said you had a storm coming? Well get ready cause we’re bringing you A FUCKING HURRICANE!”

Simon: Hey Jide I thought we were mates but guess what now we ain’t. If opposites attract then you and me would be good and that’s a fact. You call my girlfriend fat but have you ever looked at yourself? Man. She is my queen. You? You’re still thirteen, always dressed up for halloween…You act like a teen, you’ll light up like gasoline when you hear this fire coming at you through the fucking screen.

Ethan: Maybe I’m fat but at least I’ve got some brain cells, yours are rotten, so maybe that’s why you smell. You had a tongue twister in your rap but fam, how long did it take you to record that, man? Forget squirrel or rolls Royce, all that comes out your mouth is ‘more vag!’ You incompetent fuck, just learn how to read, and then maybe you’ll be able to drive at the right speed

Josh: So you left the Sidemen, the stacks you made are crumblin. Yeah you’ll be tremblin, struggelin, tumbelin, stumbelin without us right by your side. I’ve taken over your room whilst you’re in LA causing a baby boom, but just remember I will be daddy forever, there’s no way you can take that from me too.

Harry: It’s like you decided overnight, but leaving the Sidemen is just not alright. Thought you had a chance with my sister? Well now you’re never gonna be her mr. You’re too old anyway that soon, like your channel, your hair will fade to grey.

Tobi: See I’m the original team skrrr but not when it comes to you. I can’t tell if it’s humor but hell I don’t like your tattoos. You’re acting a little bit new yet you still send emails with yahoo. Now you’ve got a new girl but tell me, am I having deja vu? You were talking about Seana like last week, that shits antique, but I bet this new girl is just as 'unique’

Vik: You say I’m good with blocks but guess what? Now I’m blocking you. My head is square but mate, have you looked at WillNE too? No of course you haven’t, you only look at the girls you’re banging, call me savage, but I think you need to use family planning.

Y/N: So JJ, it was nice knowing you, and it was nice seeing you so relevant here on YouTube. Call me fat all you want but man look at you, could use a little bit of Facetune, photoshop just won’t do, you’re doing this just for the views so let’s stay cool. Don’t get yourself into this, I don’t really know what your purpose is, but I guess you need your stacks n that, but next time, don’t just say that I’m fat.

About a Girl [Final]

Originally posted by aestheticpinkjoon


Life these past few months had changed, and not all for the better. Since your conversation with Mr. Kim the air was tense. The two of you kept it cordial and avoided spending extra time together. Mr. Kim kept his promise when it came to spending time with Jangmi, you just didn’t join them. In an effort to get to know Jangmi, Jihye would pick her up at least twice a week.. Slowly you were needed less and less, and Jihye seemed happy about that. 

It was no secret she wasn’t a fan of yours. Always sending you icy stares and snide remarks when you were in the same room. If you didn’t know better you would have thought you’d wronged her in some way. So you tried your best to avoid her for your own sake. Luckily it wasn’t too difficult since she was always busy planning for her wedding.

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Drinking buddy

Pairings: Peter x reader; Father!Tony x reader

Requested: Hi! would you mind writing one where the reader is Tony Starks daughter, and she and Peter are good friends and they know each other through the avengers. Tony is having a grown up party with alcohol and invites Peter, and tells the two to stay away from the alcohol but they end up getting drunk they can’t stop laughing and is just goofing around, and the team tries to get them out of there before Tony sees them. And Peter spends the night and next morning they have hangover and Tony finds out?

Word count: 4 220

A/N: I know i haven’t been active for such a long time but i am back now :O First i wanna apologize for posting this request so late and for the tons of mistake you may see. I hope you guys like it and please let me know what you think. (i am so desperate, i really need to know) Feel free to request ♥

Originally posted by capntony

Originally posted by tomhollandhollaatme

Friday. Another boring day in the tower of the famous superheroes named ‘The Avengers’. You may think that being a child of one of them would be so cool and your life full of adventures but oh dears, how wrong you are…My name is (Y/N), daughter of the one and only Tony Stark aka Iron Man. And although my father and his friends are the saviors of the world, I cannot say my life is so interesting. Just like my father I’m a really good mechanic and I love creating new things. That’s what I do almost all the time but daddy never lets me help him and I kinda understand why but still I am angry at him. I have tried so many times to persuade him to let me do something for the team but he insisted on my staying away and being safe. Bullshits. Everyone knew my father has a daughter, if somebody was to attack me, they would have done it not caring whether I am in the team or not. However, let’s stop with self-pitting and getting you bored to death.  

As I was saying, it was a Friday morning and I was alone (again) in the spacious tower waiting for my father and his teammates to come back from a mission in London I didn’t know about…Well, not as much as I wanted. When I woke up I did everything ordinary- brushed my teeth, cooked something for breakfast, stumbled over the carpets because I was too sleepy and bored to look where the hell I was going, watched TV, ate again, went to the balcony, a second later to the kitchen for a hot chocolate but exited the room with a piece of cake. So basically my day was – eating, watching and sleeping just like now.

“(Y/N)!”, someone screamed in my ear and I jumped from the sofa I was currently sleeping on. The action caused my body falling on the ground and feeling a strong pain in my ass. As I was still sleepy I tried to stand up as fast as I can to protect myself but I hit my head on the table next to me.

“Shit!”, groaning I laid on the floor waiting for the headache to disappear.

“Sorry.”, the person said but still giggled at the spectacle that happened in front of him.

“Fuck you, Parker!”, he just laughed and extended his arm in order to help me stand.

“Language, (Y/N)!”, I smirked as Steve’s voice echoed through the room. Seconds later I saw him and the others entering. My dad, of course, was caring a bottle of whiskey and some cups for the others.

“You look like hell”, I stated after looking at all of them. Nat and Clint were still in their uniforms, which were covered in blood, both theirs and probably the victims’. “What happened to you? I didn’t expect you to come back so early.”

“Well, to cut a long story short, they tricked us.”, Nat groaned as she took a glass of whiskey.

“More than once.”, Bruce finished. By the look on their faces they were pretty worn out. Only Peter looked okay.

“And why is Peter the only one who looks like a fresh flower?”, his smile vanished immediately and he frowned at us like a child.

“They locked me on the helicopter so I could not help them in the mission.”, the way he talked made me laugh, he was really behaving like a little kid.

“Come on, Pete. We talked about this. You helped us and didn’t get hurt.”, Wanda spoke. Her face was wounded and tired, “And no matter how much I like talking to you, I need to rest, so see you later.”, and with that she exited the room.

“At least it is Friday. You have two days off now.”

“Being a superhero means you never get the chance of resting and having days off, (Y/N).”, my father spoke but as soon as the words escaped his mouth, he stood from the chair with a smile on his face.

“We all know you have something stupid in your head, Stark.”, Clint exclaimed, “What is it now?”

“We’ll make a party. Tonight.”

“Yeah, because a party is the last thing we need right now.”, Natasha and Steve disagreed with my father.

“Oh, come on! We need to ease out minds and have some fun. We have no idea whether Colson will phone us tomorrow with some shit information or another mission. I don’t know about you but I am throwing a party tonight and I indeed don’t care whether you would come or not.”

“I know I will regret this later, or probably till the end of my life but I think he is right.”, Clint spoke and stood up, “We need a way to unbend.”

“That sounds super, daddy. What time will the party st-”

“Oh, no. No, no and no. It will be an adult party, sweetheart. You and Peter are too young to attend it.”

“Wait, what?!”, I and Peter screamed at the same time, “I hate you! You never let me have some fun in my life. You didn’t let me be part of you, I am capable of helping you and yet you make me stay away! You ditch me here alone for days while you guys are on a mission and when there is something that can entertain me for some hours, you banish me! That IS NOT FAIR!”, I screamed at my dad. He opened his mouth to say something but I hurried to get out of the room. I wasn’t really into getting a rap on the knuckles for my behavior. I went straight to my room but before I got the chance of closing the door, somebody stopped me.

“Hey, there.”

“Hello, Peter.”

“May I come in?”, without answering I opened the door more widely for him to enter, “I know how you feel but you should understand him.”, he spoke softly.

“Understand him?! For what?! He is being so mean towards me and I have no idea why. I have done nothing!”

“I know how you feel, (Y/N). I’ve been, no, I am still going through the same. First it’s aunt May, and on missions it is Tony. He has only you and he is afraid of losing you.”

“That doesn’t explain why he is behaving like that.”

“No, it does. I didn’t say it was right or that there is logic in his actions but you know him better than anyone else. Don’t be so harsh on him, he loves you and we all know that.”

“It is strange that he doesn’t allow me go to the party! He has done so many things when he was a teenager, things I do not want to mention.”, but no matter how angry I tried to be, I knew Peter was right. I should try to work out the things.

“Well, he may have forbidden us to go but is that actually going to stop us?”, a playful smirk appeared on his face. I smiled widely and looked at the boy who was now sitting on the bed next to me.

“Did I hear you right? The nerd boy Peter Parker suggesting going on a party?”

“Do not act as though it surprised you.”, he sounded offended but he was giggling.

“How are we going to do it?”

“I dunno but give me some time to form a plan. I will get you after some hours for the party, milady.”

“When did you become so confident?”

“After I embarrassed myself over 20th times in front of you.”

We stayed in my room for two or three hours giggling at the memories when I and Peter first met each other and how nervous he had been. I had never expected to have someone as close as him but Peter had somehow found a place in my heart and I still couldn’t figure out what exactly it was. After the boy left I opened my wardrobe, sat on the bed and looked at it trying to figure out what the hell to wear. The never ending problem of a girl. My father had filled it with so many clothes and yet nothing seemed too good for tonight.

It seemed that I had fallen asleep because when I opened my eyes I was greeted by a handsome vision of Peter.

“Why are you not ready?”, he screamed-whispered.

“I dunno what to wear.”, answering simply I closed my eyes in order to sleep at least 5 minutes more.

“Oh, no! No! No and no!”, exclaiming the boy shook me lightly and tried to make me sit, “We are not going to sleep because we are having fun tonight, you get it Stark?”

Groaning I rubbed my eyes and when everything became clear I glanced at Peter. He was wearing trousers and a red short sleeve shirt which I had to admit was classy and sexy on him.

“You look, just…Wow.”, I swear I saw him blushing at my comment.

“Well, thank you. Now, we have to see what you are going to wear. The party started like 1 hour ago so I hope that ‘till we are ready your father will be drunk enough to not spot us.”

“My father can never be that drunk. I have the feeling that the alcohol isn’t affecting him anymore.”, we laughed and then searched through my wardrobe for something suitable.

To not waste your time with boring descriptions, I will only say that we spent an hour until we were finally ready. When we exited the room I did my best not to think about the mess inside. All my clothes were lying on the floor but at least it was worth it. Taking Peter’s hand we headed downstairs where the party was held. I was wearing a dark red dress, which was a present from Nat. It had sleeves but my shoulders were bare and so were my legs. It wasn’t that short but surely it wasn’t something my father would approve.  

As every step we took, the music was getting louder and louder. When we arrived I was shocked. I had never seen so many people in one room. Looking around I saw a DJ, probably a famous one, a bar, an improvised dance floor and no place to sit.

“Probably no one will spot us.”, Peter shouted so I could hear him but as life is a bitch, someone spoke behind us right after Peter said that.

“What the hell are you two doing here?”, when I turned around I calmed a little as it was Nat and nobody else. Honestly, she and Steve and maybe Thor are the only one I can trust to not tell my dad when I am in a serious trouble.

“Nat, please, do not tell dad!”

“If you promise me to not do anything stupid.”, she had crossed her arms in front of her chest but surely the alcohol she had drunk was making the things so easy for us.

“When have I let you down?”, I winked at her but she only rolled her eyes and a smile cracked on her face.

“Just have some fun and stay away from your dad. If he sees you, I do not know you. Get it?”

I and Peter nodded and turned around. I looked at the bar and when I saw nobody of our friends was there I nudged Peter.

“Let’s drink something.”, smirking at me, he took my hand and we headed towards the bartender.

“I would like-”

“Sorry, miss but you don’t seem like an adult, neither your friend.”, I clenched my teeth. For the first time in my life I wanted to have some fun and this guy was not going to ruin it.

“Do you know who you are talking to? Excuse you, but my father has fired you to serve for his party and right now, he wants some drinks for him and his friends. You can see them over there if you want.”, I didn’t turn around because I had no idea where daddy was and I didn’t want to attract his attention if by some chance he had saw me, “so I don’t want to get a rap on the knuckles because somebody cannot do their job.”, I knew I sounded kinda bitchy but I had to. Sometimes you have to show people who you are.

“My sincere apology, Ms. Stark. I will give you the drinks in seconds.”, the man turned around to pour some alcohol. He didn’t ask us what we wanted but as I had said they were for my father, the bartender probably knew what he usually drank. Spinning around the man gave us four glasses of whiskey on rocks, a cocktail and two shots of vodka I think.

“Thank you.”, smiling at him I took half of the shots, while the others were taken by Peter.

“That’s why I love you, (Y/N)!”

“Why? Because I can supply you with alcohol? And I thought you were a nice guy.”, I acted as though I had been hurt but the smile on my face gave me away.

“Well, we’ll see tonight.”

“You wanna get drunk?”

“Why not? And besides, tell me someone better to embarrass myself in front of than you.”, smirking I stopped and so did Peter. I got nearer and looked up at him.

“Then, what are we waiting for?”, his smile grew wider. We put the glasses on a table near us and we both stayed with the two shots of vodka. Cheering we tangled our hands, just like the married couple do at their wedding, and drank them on ex.

“Shit.”, i exclaimed as I felt the liquid going down my throat.

“That thing is like fire, dammit.”, Peter was coughing and I was laughing at him.

“I thought you were tougher than that, Parker.”

“You have seen nothing, yet, darling.”

“I hope so.”, smirking, we took the next shot.

And we were on a roll. After we finished our drinks we decided to have some fun. I dragged Peter to the dance floor. Although we were drinking so much for a first time, I didn’t feel drunk, neither did Peter. We just had more courage and didn’t care about the world. Dancing around, laughing at our moves, joking and flirting with each other distracted us and we didn’t see my father getting near. I was about to bump at him when a strong figure stood between my father and I. Looking up I saw Thor’s face and beamed.

I threw my hands in the air happy to see the god and opened my mouth but he used his free hand to shut me. He looked back and stood like that for some seconds. After that he let me go and drank from his whiskey.

“What was that for?”, although I wanted to be angry I couldn’t stop smiling like a fool.

“You two were about to get in a serious trouble if it wasn’t me and Nat to prevent Tony from seeing you.”

“Thank you, Thor!”, exclaiming I hugged him tightly which coughed him off guard. Peter used the opportunity to steal Thor’s drink and take a sip.

“No, no!”, he tried to get it back but I was the one who took it from Peter. Thor turned towards me but he wasn’t that fast as I tried the beverage, too, “Shit, shit, shit!”, he couldn’t stop cursing as he saw his glass empty.

Suddenly everything in the room became blur and spun. I staggered and caught Peter’s arm to regain balance but Peter was about to fall. It was Thor who took us and helped us stay still. A minute or two later everything was fine but far away from normal.

“I thought that was whiskey. ” , Peter spoke.

“It was, but I have put something special from Asgard as your alcohol cannot affect me that much. Shit! Tony’s gonna kill me.”

“I feel awesome.”, I was definitely drunk as the words escaping my mouth were in a slow motion.

Thor turned around hoping he would see Nat or Steve or anybody except Tony that would help him. I grabbed Peter and tried to drag him away from the Norse god without falling on the floor. We were away from him but we bumped in someone else. Turned out to be Vision.

“Hello.”, he greeted us, “I thought Mr. Stark forbade you to come.”

“Hello, Vision.”, Peter said, the smile never leaving his face.

“No, I talked with him later.”, I didn’t know why but I couldn’t stop laughing, “He said yes.”

“You look drunk.”

“Yes.”, I screamed, “That was the point, right Peter?”, unfortunately I turned around too fast and staggered. I fell on Peter but as he was as drunk as me we both fell on the floor.

“It seems you fell for me, huh?”

“For you, dunno, but thanks in it was on you.”

We were sounding so stupid and I was sure there was no logic on whatever we were saying. I lied next to him and burst out laughing.

“There you are!”, Nat shouted angrily as she approached us, Thor behind her.

“Hello, Nat! Do you have some drinks with you?”

“No drinks for you anymore!”

“But I want!”, both Peter and I shouted and looked like spoilt brats. We looked at each other and again we began acting as though we had been insane.

“Oh, god! Thor, why did you give your asgardian thing to them?”

“Do not shout at me, Natasha! It’s not like I let them, they just stole it.”

“What are we going to do with those two. They are uncontrollable.”, while she was talking to the Norse god, she didn’t manage to see us sneaking out. For an assassin she wasn’t that good with keeping an eye on people.

“Where are they?!”

“Where is who?”, as the question was asked, the three superheroes froze. It was Thor to turn around and speak.

“Natasha’s weapons. She thinks somebody has stolen them.”

“Oh, I will buy you others. Just have some fun for one night. You guys surely do not know how to enjoy a party.”, Tony rolled his eyes and turned around to leave his mates.

“That was close.”, Nat breathed out, “We better find them. Now!”

“It won’t be that hard. They are over there.”, Vision pointed at us as were roaming around the room stealing drinks left without a supervision. We were taking, drinking, leaving the glass. I was about to do it again but I felt strong arms around my waist.

“If you wanted me, you could have just asked me.”

“I surely do not like your drinking state.”, Thor stated as he lift me and began walking out of the room. I took a hold of the door trying to prevent him from getting me out.

“No! I am not going anywhere!”, after some minutes of struggling to take me out of the room, he finally did.

“Those two are like newborns. You should always supervise them.”, Steve spoke as he caught up with us, holding Peter who was doing everything he could to get out of Cap’s grip.

“Captain America is here to save the princess from the villain.”

“No, Captain America is here to save both your and our lives from your angry dad if he finds out about your state.”

“You are bad. I and Peter wanted fun. You ruined it.”

The next thing I remember was the ceiling of my room.

I couldn’t say opening my eyes was an easy job. Even the slight light in the room was causing me a splitting headache. It was like somebody was hitting me with a hammer after they had punched me several times and had slammed my head against the wall. My eyes were in agony, I just wanted to get them out of my head. Finally I managed to open my eyes but of course with a lot of cursing and groaning which caused the awakening of somebody in the other corner of the bed.

I made an effort to sit up and look who was there but the sudden and stronger pain in the back of my head stopped me. This time I wasn’t the only one groaning in pain.

“Shit. My head is about to explode.”, I heard Peter’s voice. Events from last night started to appear but they were like small pieces of a really enormous puzzle.

“What happened last night?”, whispering, I started to massage my head in order to reduce the pain.

“Dunno.”, the boy answered. I didn’t feel the bed moving so he was probably in lack of energy just like me, “But we have overdone drinking.”

“You don’t say…”

I closed my eyes again ready to fall asleep when I felt something vibrating. Turning around I saw some black spots due to the fast movement. When everything came back to normal I looked at the night stand next to my bed. There was a message from Nat but I first spotted were the two glasses of water and some pills. Smiling I took one of them and threw the other at Peter.

“What the hell, (Y/N)?”

“Just take it. I hope it helps.”, groaning he sat up with a lot of effort. Of course he was in the sitting position five minutes later but still, he took the water and swallowed the liquid and the pill.

“My dad’s gonna kill us.”

“Only if he finds out.”, Peter mumbled as he laid back on the bed. And speaking of the devil…

“You are in a serious trouble young lady!”, my dad’s voice was loud bun with the hangover it sounded as though I had been near music columns.

“Daddy, please…”, I whispered and massaged my head again.

“Do not daddy me! How could you do this? After I forbade you!”

“Of course she would do so, Tony.”, Clint stated. I hadn’t noticed that some of the Avengers were in the room, “She’s your daughter after all.”

“I- wait, what?!”, Tony looked confused yet angry at his teammate.

“Clint’s right and you know it. How many times have we forbidden you do something and you still have done it anyway.”

“How am I the guilty one now?”

“Dad, please, do not shout…”

“Peter, what are you doing here?!”

“I-”, Peter stuttered as Tony’s attention was now on him. It seemed that my daddy didn’t notice him when he burst into the room.

“It’s not his fault. He just came with me to keep an eye! I made him drink all the shots and Thor’s asgardian thi-”

“You gave them that?!”, dad looked at Thor with wide eyes filled with shock and anger, “You gave my daughter -”

“Oh, no! No, no and no! Not again. I did not give them anything, they stole it and drank it.”, with an irritated face Thor left the room. I should apologize to him later, he has done everything he could to save me from my dad after all.

“Can you leave us, alone?”, seven or eight heads turned towards me. They all nodded and left the room. Nat came and helped Peter who was still trying to fight his hangover. Well, next time I would know that he should not drink so much.

“Peter, next time I see you in my daughter’s bed I would end you.”, Dad threatened him.

“Daddy.”, Tony looked at me and once he saw the pain written on my face and heard the desperation in my voice he calmed down a little. Coming closer he sat on the bed next to me.

“I’m sorry.”

“What?”, I expected him to shout, throw things, be sarcastic, angry…anything but apologizing was something I did not thought would follow.

“I shouldn’t have disallowed you from coming. I, Clint was right…I know what I’ve been doing when I was your age and I just didn’t want you to be the same. In attempts to protect you from turning into me,  have caused something way worse…I know you are probably hating me, not only because of the party bur for everything…”

“I don’t hate you, dad. Fuck it, I love you more than anything. It’s just I spent my days here, doing nothing, especially when you are on missions. I just wanted some fun, some socialization, some…some time with you, even though it would be on a party. I’m sorry I acted like this. I wanted to prove something to myself and mainly because I wanted to break the rules…”

“Sounds like a man I know.”, a smile cracked on his face and we both laughed at the comment.

“Can we…can we spend the day together? Just me and you?”

“Of course darling.”, daddy responded. I didn’t miss the tears he was holding back. Tony and I had never been much into such talks, apologizing for hours and so on. We needed only one hug or look to understand each other and know the things were better, “But I have something to do first.”, he said and stood up.


“Killing my teammates for trying to hide you and your drunk ass from me.”

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Accidents Happen (Part 10/?)

Peter Parker x Pregnant!Reader

A/N: Thanks for reading, loves! I hope you enjoy! (Sorry it is a bit late! I was struggling with my little collage, again! I still am! It’s supposed to move! *insert eyeroll here* OH, WELL!)

Warnings: Teen pregnancy, angst, blood, violence, etc.

Accidents Happen Masterlist // Main Masterlist


You couldn’t look away from the note on the table.

Did you miss Daddy?

The words on the page kept mocking you. You could hear the sentence in your father’s voice. The sinister, baritone voice echoing through your head, creating a band around your chest that kept tightening and tightening. Are you freaking out? Yeah, probably.

“What the fuck do you mean ‘Peter’s been taken’?” May screamed, getting in Tony’s face. “You sonofabitch!” She started hitting him in the chest, “You promised me that he would be safe! You should have never recruited the kids!” She was pulled back by Clint, arms pinned to her sides as she struggled, “They’re kids for fuckssake! They should’ve never been involved! How could you do this?”

You felt a hand brush yours, and you realized that you were shaking. You turned, seeing Michelle with your hand in both of hers. She was staring at the scene unfolding in front of you, tears streaking down her face.

“I’m sorry!” Tony cried, voice shaking, “I didn’t think this would happen!”

“You’re sorry?!” She shook her head, getting out of Clint’s grasp and falling to her knees, “I already lost his parents, and my husband!” She choked on a sob, “I can’t lose him, too!”

You laid your free hand on your bump, in comfort. Your child was rolling around in your uterus, and could probably feel your stress. It felt like it was coming off you in waves. Your eyes were burning with tears, your hands and feet were cold, and the band around your chest kept getting tighter and tighter.

You continued to stare at the note.

“We’ll find him.” Steve said from the corner of the room, standing next to Bucky and Sharon. “We already have the best tech team looking for any trails, and checking cameras. FRIDAY is trying to track Peter’s suit.”

“What do you mean, ‘trying’?” You finally spoke, looking up and trying to swallow down the nausea, “What’s wrong with the tracker in his suit?”

“It’s been disabled.” He replied, frowning, “We don’t know how.”

You shook your head, trying to breathe through the pain in your chest, “I can’t do this without him.” Your hand on your belly was shaking as your rubbed the bump, “Find him.”

“Guys!” Bruce, on the phone, grabbed the remote, “We need to turn on the news.”

The big monitor flickered to life in front of the group, to a major news station.

Your stomach dropped.


He was tied to a pole, unconscious, and it looked like live video feed from a cellphone camera. He still had his mask on, but you could see blood soaking through where his shoulder was, his head hung down, and there were rips in his suit – exposing more blood and injuries.

“Avengers.” Your father’s voice came through the audio, closing your throat. “We have been asking nicely. We have run out of patience.”

You swallowed thickly. You knew exactly what they’ve been asking for… or who.

You turned to Bucky, and he already had his eyes on you. His face fell with remorse, and you stood up – legs shaking. You walked over to Bucky and grabbed his left hand, running a finger over the smooth metal of his knuckles in comfort.

He gave you a small squeeze in response.

“We want The Asset. We’ve always wanted The Asset.” A figure entered the camera frame, walking over to Peter. “You’ve tried our patience, again and again. We’ve decided that you’re to give us another asset. As compensation for time wasted.” The figure was a large man, wearing a ski mask and a hydra uniform. He grabbed the back of Peter’s mask, bringing up his unconscious head, “We want her. I want my daughter.”

Bucky’s hand tightened fractionally around yours, and your eyes widened in shock.

Suddenly, the man slapped Peter across the face. Hard. You jumped, hand over your bump like you were covering your child’s eyes.

Daddy’s going to be okay.

Peter jolted, crying out and pulling against his bonds. “What the hell?”

“Welcome back, Spiderman.” Your father sneered from out of frame, “I was just telling your team about our new conditions.”

You saw Peter’s body stiffen, growing very still. “You can’t have her.”

“You don’t have power, here!” He growled, entering the frame and shoving the other guy away. “I will have her! She’s mine!”

“She isn’t a piece of property you can sell, Sean!” Peter yelled, pulling against his bonds. “You can’t have her! She’ll never go with you!”

“She will.” Sean replied, smug. You were done calling him your father. Sean turned to the camera, and you could see the hateful eyes that matched yours, and the man who was supposed to be the first man to love you unconditionally. “Baby girl, don’t make me kill him.”

Your shaking, free hand went up to your mouth – smothering a small cry that escaped. Hot tears were leaving trails down your face and dripping off your chin, and the band in your chest started to suffocate you.

Bucky’s hand left yours – opting to wrap around your shoulders, instead.

You could hear Aunt May crying from her spot on the floor, but you couldn’t look away from the screen.

“You can kill me, but you won’t have her.” Peter shouted, “You can’t. Please!”

“Oh, I just might kill you.” Sean turned to Peter, slowly walking over to where Peter was thrashing. “Did you know that this little home video is broadcasting on every single news channel in the United States?” He let out a chuckle as Peter stopped thrashing. “What do you think, America? Would you like to know the identity of your ‘Friendly, Neighborhood Spiderman’?”

“No.” You whispered, leaning into Bucky.

Sean leaned down, grabbing the neck of Peter’s mask, “What do you think, Spiderman? Do you want to tell America who you are?”

Peter remained silent, body rigid and chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Well, America,” Sean grinned, looking back at the camera, “Say hello to Peter Parker.”

He ripped off Peter’s mask.

“Dammit.” Bucky muttered, hand rubbing up and down your arm in comfort.

You’d never been so relieved and terrified to see your boyfriend’s face. He looked okay, physically. His lip was split, there was a handprint around his neck, and you could see a bruise forming around his right eye, but he was alive.

His expression, on the other hand, looked shaken. Tears were streaming down his dirty face, and he was staring at the camera.

“Y/n, Bucky, don’t come. Don’t do anything stupid.” He cried, jerking against his restraints. “Don’t come for me! Y/n, Aunt May, I love you. I’m sorry.”

Your hand moved from your mouth to your chest, feeling your heart race and your breathing become erratic. No, Peter. No. He’s coming back. He isn’t leaving you, or this baby. You couldn’t control your crying.

“Awh. Young love.” Sean mocked, turning to someone off screen, “Go get my daughter.”

“No! Leave her alone!” Peter begged, a large tear rolling down his face, “She’s pregnant! Please! Just leave her alone!”

“I know, she is.” Sean turned to the screen, sinister smile on his face, “I’m going to have that baby, too.”

He whipped around to Peter, bringing his arm back, then punching him in the face. Peter’s head whipped to the side, his curls covered his face, and he cried out. You saw the spray of blood as Peter’s lip split further.

Sean erupted into laughter, like he was having the time of his life. “Say goodbye to your boyfriend, baby girl!” He continued his assault, and Peter’s cries grew more and more agonized.

“NO!” You screamed, and Bucky wrapped both arms around you, holding you up.

“Y/n, don’t watch.” Bucky whispered in your ear, turning you away and into his chest. “Don’t look.”

You could still hear the assault.

You flinched at every grunt, every sound, and every cry. You could hear the sound of flesh meeting flesh. You could hear Peter’s cries growing quieter with every blow, and hear his breathing become shallow. The sound of Sean taunting Peter grew louder than the blows, and the cheers of the other HYDRA agents could be heard in the background.

Then, the sounds ceased all together.

The silence was deafening.

You whipped around, and could see the newscasters from the channel you were on sitting there, shocked. The woman had tears streaming down her face with her hand over her mouth, and the man’s face was pale. “Cut to commercial.” Someone shouted from the background, and the channel changed to some commercial about two guys in a lake talking about cranberry juice.

“No!” Aunt May sobbed, curling into herself on the floor with Clint on his knees next to her, hand on her back.

“Oh, my god.” Tony turned away from the TV, pinching the bridge of his nose.

The band around your chest snapped.

You cried out as a hot, tight spasm shot from your collarbones to your lower stomach. The pain was so intense, your knees buckled and your vision grew blurry.

“Shit! Get Dr. Cho! NOW!” Bucky yelled, gently lowering you to the floor. “Someone call Dr. Nguyen!”

You couldn’t catch your breath, and your hands clawed at your shirt. “The baby!” You screamed as the heat moved to surrounding your bump, and you could feel the baby thrashing around in your belly, “Something’s wrong! My body is healing something!” You knew that heat, but you’d never felt it so intense, before. You turned your head, vomit spraying from your trembling lips.

Someone turned you onto your left side, and you coughed as the vomit expelled from your throat.

“Someone get a fucking doctor in here, for fuckssake!” You heard your mother yell.

Your vision started getting hazy, and your arms wrapped protectively around your bump as you curled in pain on the floor. The tightness and heat in your belly moved to your lower back, and you sobbed in fear. You begged your body to protect your baby.

“Y/n, honey, please.” Aunt May’s voice was next to your head, and you could feel her hands brushing over your hair, “Breathe. Take breaths. Breathe with me.”

You tried to focus on her voice, and focus on her breathing to calm your own.

The heat in your belly and back started to fade into a familiar warmth, and you couldn’t help the intense sobs that racked your body. You covered your head, tears cascading down your face, and face hot. You could feel your baby rolling around and you sobbed harder. “I want Peter.” You hiccupped, pulling your legs in and curling as tight as you could, “I need Peter.”

“We’ll get him back, Y/n.” Tony kneeled down in front of you, laying a hand on your arm as Aunt May continued to stroke your hair. “We’re going to find him.”

The doctors and nurses came running in a few moments later.

As they loaded you on a cart, you withdrew into yourself, feeling numb. Please let him be alive. You closed your eyes, not focusing on anything other than the picture you had conjured up in your mind. The family that you wanted. Peter, the baby, Aunt May, your mother, the team, Ned, Michelle… You needed that.

You needed your family whole, again.

“Y/n.” Dr. Nguyen shook your shoulder a little with his warm hand. “You need to focus on me.”

“Sorry.” You croaked, sniffing and wiping your face with your hands, “What were you saying?”

“The baby is fine. All the baby’s vitals are normal.” He wiped the ultrasound gel off your stomach and strapped a weird, round device to your bump, “Whatever your body was healing… it did the job. I’d like you to rest for the rest of the day. We’re going to keep a fetal heartrate monitor on you for a few hours, just to make sure things stay normal.”

You nodded, looking up at the ceiling and staring at the lights.

Michelle, Ned, and Aunt May came in shortly after he left the room.

“Aren’t your parents worried that you’re still here?” You asked, wrapping a small blanket over your shoulders.

“They can’t get through the swarm of reporters.” Michelle rolled her eyes, “Bloodthirsty parasites.”

You nodded, “I’m sorry you’re stuck here.”

“It’s not the worst thing in the world.” Ned smiled, “I get to see The Avengers in action.”

“Ned, let’s go get food, and check on Pepper.” Michelle stood up, “May and Y/n need a moment.”

Ned grabbed your hand, squeezing it once and following Michelle out into the hall.

You turned to May, whose tired face was blotchy from crying. “You’re not alone, May.”

Her face crumpled, and she sat on your bed, pulling you into a hug. “Oh, Honey, I know I’m not. I know I have you. You’re just as much my child as Peter.” She pulled back, hands on your shoulders, “Natasha thinks they’ve… k-kept Peter alive.” She took a steadying breath, blinking back her tears, “She thinks that they’ll keep him alive as bait.”

You closed your eyes, “I can’t do this anymore, May.” A small tear leaked out of the corner of your closed eye, “It’s one thing after a-fucking-nother. I can’t do this, and keep my sanity. The pregnancy, my father, the memories, the attacks, k-killing people… Peter…. I can’t. The stress is becoming too much.” You opened your eyes, lip wobbling, “There’s only so much I can compartmentalize. I can’t deal with all this without Peter. I have to believe that he’s alive.”

She pulled you back in, running her hand up and down your spine in comfort – like Peter did. “He’ll come back. He’ll come back to us.”


Scrolling on Facebook was a bad idea.

As was Twitter.

And Instagram.

Every social media platform had Peter’s assault posted all over it. Everyone had an opinion. It was worse than politics. People were upset that Peter was a minor. People were speculating on whether or not Sean had killed him. People were upset that Spiderman was not who they were imagining. People were traumatized about what they saw on the news…

Get in fucking line.

Plus, people suddenly had a bunch of fucking opinions about your pregnancy.

The people did not like the fact that Spiderman was about to become a sixteen-year-old father. Pictures of you and Peter were all over the news platforms, as was stills of Peter tied to a pole and stills of your fath- Sean’s face.

Your social media platforms were blowing up with people asking questions, people making rude comments, a few death threats, etc.

The worst was the posts from people you’d known.

Fucking Flash.

You shook your head at the tweets he had been tagging you and Peter in. Some were acting like you were best friends, while others were rude speculations and him saying he ‘knew all along’. One was him saying that you were nothing but a whore, and trapped Spiderman into a relationship for eventual fame.

He knew that you and Peter had been friends for years, before being in a relationship.

You uninstalled Twitter from your phone.

Then, you went to Facebook.

The top article was written by someone you recognized. The mom from school. The one who said she was a reporter. The article was titled: Who is Y/n? Sources say…

Bullshit! It was some bullshit.

The mother went on to repeat everything you had told her about why you spent a lot of time at the tower and why you had an escort. She then went on to say that having you at Midtown High was a ‘bad influence on the other ‘impressionable girls’, and how Peter was a delinquent who skipped school and had slipping grades – naming him a bad influence, as well.

“Because being pregnant at sixteen is something other teenagers totally strive for.” You muttered, rolling your eyes, and hitting the ‘like’ button to be petty.

“What the hell are you reading?” Aunt May turned from her book, raising an eyebrow. “You’re not reading social media, are you?”

You smiled sheepishly, “Maybe…”

“You don’t want to read that crap.” She shook her head, shifting around on the couch in the room, “Everyone has an opinion and none of it is worth reading.”

You sighed, logging out. “You’re right. At least nobody’s mentioned my abilities. I just wish that people would shut up about my pregnancy. It’s not like I’m a menace to society… I’m a straight A student who fucked up on birth control with her boyfriend.” You grimaced, “Oh god, people are going to figure out that Peter and I slept together before being a couple. Great. More slut points added my way…”

“Stop.” She sighed, putting her book in her lap, “I wish you wouldn’t think about yourself like that. People are going to think what they think. Who gives a shit about them. You’re a smart kid. You’re going to go places in life that the majority of those people would only dream of going.”

You bit your thumb nail, thinking about it.

She’s probably right.

“Just ignore them, okay?” She brought her book back up, “They don’t know anything. They just like gossip. People are cruel.”

You were in the middle of texting Michelle, who was resting in a guest quarters, when Vision came phasing through the door, making you jump in surprise. “Vision!”

“Oh, my apologies. I forget.” He looked sheepish, and Wanda came bursting through the door behind him.

“Peter’s alive! We found him!”

You sat straight up, ripping the blanket off you, and the fetal monitor, pulling down your scrub shirt you’d changed into.

“Where is he?” Aunt May asked, helping you off the bed.

“Tony, Steve, Nat, and Clint just picked him up.” She grabbed your hand, “They had a technopath. That’s how they hacked into FRIDAY and shut everything down. The man turned himself in.”

“What?” He turned himself in? “Why?”

“He said that he was only supposed to get the file and set up the feed.” She shook her head. “He didn’t know that Peter is just a teenager, and that he was going to be a father. He claimed that it went against his morals to hurt kids.”

“Is he HYDRA?” Aunt May questioned as she helped you along, towards the – now working – elevator.

“No.” Vision replied, hitting the button for the lift, “He was just a freelancer. He’s helping The Avengers, now. In exchange for not going to prison.”

“How fucking noble.” You rolled your eyes, leaning against the elevator wall. You were antsy. You needed to see Peter. You needed to see for yourself that he was alive. You looked down at your belly, running your fingers along the spot that the baby had just kicked. Daddy’s okay, baby. We’re going to be okay. You looked up, “How hurt was he?”

“He’s tougher than he looks, Y/n.” Wanda squeezed your shoulder, “Sean might have strength, but he might not have hurt Peter as bad as we originally thought. We don’t know the extent of Peter’s abilities from being bit by the spider. He might just be banged up. The technopath assured that he was alive and conscious when he left the building. We can’t get ahold of anyone, yet. They’re in a dead spot.”

“Can we trust him?” May turned to Wanda, as the elevator doors slid open to the floor that contained the landing pad. “What if he has a hidden agenda?”

“He is contained.” Vision replied, pulling out a chair for you to sit by one of the floor to ceiling windows, “He seems to be truthful, so far.”

You plopped down in the chair, exhausted. Your back was starting to get sore from not getting proper rest, you were hungry, and you could still feel the weight of anxiety in your chest. “If Peter’s alive, that’s all I care about. The rest we can deal with.”

“He’s alive, Y/n.” Wanda smiled, walking back towards the elevator, “Vision will stay with you, but I’m going to go help Sam and Bucky with our new informant.”

You nodded, turning to the window. You stared out at the night sky, and realized that you didn’t even know what time it was. It had to be the next night. You didn’t sleep much, but you were pretty sure that you slept through the majority of the day. Maybe. You looked at your fancy watch, checking the time and date to confirm.

“They’re here.” Aunt May stood, helping you off the chair.

“You go first, I need a minute.” You held on to the table as you saw the jet landing on the platform. “I need to process for a minute.”

“Okay, honey.” She kissed the crown of your head, “Vision will walk you out when you’re ready.”

She ran out the door and waited for the jet door to open. You could practically feel her anxiety from where you were standing, and it was making you nervous. He’s alive. He’s alive. You chanted that in your head, calming your nerves, and the door to the jet opened.

You could see the silhouettes of Steve, and Clint, first. They were followed by a feminine figure, which had to be Natasha.

The next two figures were huddled together. The larger of the two supporting the smaller.


You felt your baby jump in your belly, and you looked down to the bump. “Daddy’s okay.” You whispered to the bump, cradling it in your hands. “Daddy’s alive.”

“Shall we?” Vision said from next to you, holding out a hand.

You grasped his cold hand, following him out into the brisk, spring, New York air. You wrapped your arms around yourself, fighting a shiver as you crossed the threshold onto the landing pad.

You could see Aunt May with her arms wrapped around Peter, stroking his hair and crying. Tony was standing next to them, watching the scene unfold with a guilty look on his face – still wearing half of his Iron Man suit.

You paused, staring at Peter, and your heart pounding.

He looked up at you, a look of relief in his watery eyes. He pulled away from May, saying something to her, before he started limping in your direction as fast as he could.

Seeing him limp set something off, and you took off, meeting him halfway like one of those bad RomCom movies with the dramatic string orchestra music. Your music was the annoying honking and sirens coming from the streets of New York, and the sound of the wind gusting off the landing bad.

You threw your arms around his shoulders, burying your face into his neck and pulling yourself as close into his warm, shaking body as you could. His arms snaked around your ribcage, and he leaned his face into your shoulder. You couldn’t contain the horrendous sounding sobs that escaped your throat as you breathed him in and felt the warmth of his arms.

“You’re okay.” You kept whispering between sobs, “Oh, thank God, you’re okay.”

“I’m okay.” He sniffed, tears staining your tee shirt. “I’m so sorry. I love you, so much.”

“I love you, too.” You pulled back, framing his face with your hands and cataloguing each injury. Both eyes and cheeks were bruised, his nose looked like it had been broken and set back, and there was blood coming from his swollen mouth, nose, and a gash on his forehead and left eyebrow. His neck had a handprint bruised into it, almost covering the hickies you had given him previously, and he had a gash along his collarbone that looked like it came from a knife. “I’m sorry he did this to you.”

He shook his head, bruised and bloody hands coming up to your cheeks, “It’s not your fault.” He leaned forward, gently touching his forehead against yours. “I’m so happy you and the baby are safe. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost either of you.”

You moved your arms so they circled around his neck, keeping your foreheads pressed together and closing your eyes, “We’re okay. Both of us are okay. Better, now that you’re here.”

He leaned forward, pressing his lips roughly against yours. You could taste the salt from his tears mixing with your own, and the coppery taste coming from his split lip. His hands moved to your belly and he pulled back from your kiss, laying his head against your shoulder. “I should get cleaned up.”

“I wish I could heal you.” You sniffed, running your hands over his matted curls, “I wish this never happened.”

“I know.” He pulled back, swallowing thickly, “But it could hurt the baby, and I need you both healthy and alive.”

You smiled laying your hands over his, resting on your bump, “The baby missed you. Kept rolling around in there and wouldn’t sleep.” You looked down at the bump, “Now I think the baby is excited.”

He crouched down, pressing a small kiss next to your belly button, “Don’t worry, baby. I’m back. Daddy’s safe.”

Peter groaned as he stood back up, wrapping an arm around you, “I need to get cleaned up.” He looked back at May and Tony, who were standing a few feet away and watching you both. “Can we go in, now? I need a shower and to lay down.”

May came over and held Peter on the other side, so he didn’t have to limp, “Of course, sweetheart. Let’s get you all fixed up, so you guys can rest.” She looked at you, “You, too. You need rest, too. You’ve barely slept.”

You nodded, “Yes, Ma’am.”

When Peter was given the clear for a shower by Dr. Cho, and you were given the clear to go to your room by Dr. Nguyen – which made you have to explain to a panicked Peter why Dr. Nguyen was in the tower, in the first place – you both made your way up to your shared bedroom.

You’d forgotten about the fact that you had clothes everywhere and hadn’t cleaned up the defiled bed, but when you got to your room, the place was spotless.

“Poor housekeeping.” Peter chuckled, as you helped him get his shirt over his head with his cracked rib. “At least we have clean sheets.”

You shook your head with a smile, throwing his scrub shirt in the trash. Walking into the bathroom and turning the shower to a good temp, you pulled your gross scrub shirt over your head and threw it into the trash, as well. “Hope you want company. I haven’t showered since we defiled that bed, and I feel gross.” You didn’t hear Peter’s response, as you pulled your shorts off and threw on your robe. “Peter?”

You walked back into the bedroom, worried when you hadn’t gotten another response.

He was sitting on the bed in his scrub pants, slumped forward with his head in his hands. His shoulders were shaking and you could hear the sniffles coming from behind his hands.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” You kneeled down in front of him, gently grasping his forearms. “Are you okay?”

“No.” He quietly sobbed, “I’m not okay. I don’t know if I can do this, anymore.”

“Do what?” You moved to the bed next to him and pulled his head into your chest, stroking his hair as he threw his arms around your waist. “Be Spiderman?”

“Yeah.” He sniffed, turning his head a little so his ear was pressed to your chest, listening to your heartbeat. “I don’t know what to do. I want to be Spiderman. I love being Spiderman.” He took a deep breath, trying to calm down. “I feel so overwhelmed. I want to keep you, the baby, and Aunt May safe. I want to keep everyone safe. I’ve never had to think about what would happen if I tried so hard, that I didn’t come back to you. Not until, now. It put things into perspective, and I don’t know where to go from here.”

You thought about what he was saying, for a moment. Processing. You continued to stroke his hair, listening to the shower run in the bathroom and the quiet crying coming from Peter.

“Well,” You said after a minute, “I know Spiderman is important to you. I don’t ever want to lose you. I love you… But, you also do great things, Peter.” You pulled him up, wiping his tears with your thumbs, “You and The Avengers try everything you can to keep the world safe. You guys are heroes, and if you want to be Spiderman, I’ll support you. If not, I’ll still support you.” You smiled, “‘A hero is someone who, in spite of weakness, doubt, or not always knowing the answers, goes ahead and overcomes anyway.’ Christopher Reeve.”

He shook his head, with a small smile, “You’re like a human Google.” He closed his eyes for a moment. “I’m sorry for the break down. I was just so scared, and I feel like I have to try and keep it together in front of the team.”

“They love you, Peter.” You pulled him up, walking towards the bathroom, “They’d never judge you if you were scared. Everyone gets scared, sometimes.”

“There is one thing that has been bothering me, though.” He said as he pulled off his scrub pants and entered the steamy shower.

You removed your robe, joining him in the enormous shower and feeling your muscles relax from the hot water, “What’s that?”

“Them finding me… Them rescuing me…” He shook his head, running his hand through his – now wet – hair. “I was barely conscious when they found me, but there was no fight… They said that nobody was in the building.”

“Why does that bother you?” You questioned, frowning.

“Because… It was too easy.”

Part 11

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The Preschool Teacher - Chapter Two

It was a beautiful day, you thought…the first signs of a London autumn making themselves known. Mornings carried a damp chill, leaves were painting a vivid picture in the trees and askew across the ground, and warm clothing felt comfortable against the cooler winds. You loved this time of year…it was definitely a beautiful day!

Sipping the hot drink you purchased from a local sidewalk vendor near your building, you enjoyed your day off from work, peeking in the little boutiques and shops you passed, and picking up a few things from your local grocery. You smiled and chatted with a friendly stranger or two, walking around the little neighborhood you called home.

As you made your way around a lovely park where you occasionally took a book to read, you stopped on a wooden foot bridge to look out over a tiny pond which sat only a few yards from a beautiful cemetery. It was strange to think of a cemetery as beautiful, but this one was. Large, gorgeous trees that were in full autumnal beauty, flowers everywhere…the most unusual but lovely cemetery you had ever seen. You stood looking out over the beauty mixed with grave markers until a cold chill in the air sent you back toward your flat. You took a deep breath, and soon found your way back into your apartment, snuggled under a blanket, sipping the end of your drink.


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Ice Ice Baby chapter 1: Baby Makes Two

It’s finally here! I’m so happy to finally get to share this with all of you. I won’t spoil anything right now, notes will come with the next chapter. 

This fic will actually have a posting schedule. Crazy, right? I’ll update once a week on Sunday.

Summary: Juvia has started a journey that she’s always wanted. A journey to become a mother. But can she really do it by herself? What will she do when an unexpected blizzard changes everything? 

You can read all chapters: HERE!

“Congratulations, you’re pregnant.”


The kind elderly doctor smiled, “Your test results came back positive. You’re going to be a mom.”

Her heart pounded a little more, her lips quivered as she held back a smile, “Juvia is so happy.”

25-year-old Juvia Lockser truly had never been more pleased with her life. One thing she had always wanted since childhood was to have a baby. Although, one part of the equation wasn’t right…

“I’m glad,” her doctor handed her a few pamphlets, “I’ll schedule an appointment when you’re a little farther along. Will the father be joining you?”

“Um,” Juvia hesitated, she lowered the pamphlet on vitamins to her lap, this was the part of the equation she wasn’t happy with, “I will ask. But… he may not be as happy as Juvia.”

“I see, well don’t push him. It takes men a little longer to accept an unplanned pregnancy then women. If you do need any help, we do have a full support staff.”

“Juvia appreciates it,” the blue haired mother-to-be listened closely as her doctor discussed other things she could do to stay healthy for her little one.

About an hour later, Juvia stepped out into the late winter day, finally finished inside the medical building. The weather was warming up nicely in late March. And it wasn’t the sun shining that made her want to skip. How she couldn’t wait to hold that precious little life in her arms!

Sliding into her car, she leaned back fully against the seat, “A baby for Juvia.”

A smile would not leave her face no matter how hard she tried. She thought of tiny clothes and bows and trucks and diapers and birthdays and hugs and slobbery kisses. What a wonderful adventure she was starting.

The smile dimmed when she started her car. There was just one problem she saw… would her boyfriend be just as happy as she?

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Good Girl CH 7: Daddy

I hate school. Always have, always will. I hate the looks I get, reminding me how different I look, I hate the stuck up rich kids that are somehow so much different from Jihyo who is just as rich as them. Sitting in my last class of the day I want to pull my hair out, the teacher’s voice is putting me to sleep and Jihyo won’t step talking and getting us in trouble. I’m lucking enough to have three of my six classes with her and lunch. Since Elf, Panda, and Owl are a year older then me I only see them in the hall, but after their first few reactions to seeing me I’m learning to avoid them. Hoseok and Namjoon are in all the same classes I have with Jihyo, something that upset Kai and Sehun who I have my other three classes with. I’m guessing Suho did that on purpose to keep the fighting to a minimum.

“Do you need a ride to your new home?” Jihyo asks as we walk down the hall, our arms linked.

I shake my head, “Nope, one of the boys will be giving me a ride home.”

She huffs, “How you managed to talk your mother into letting you move into a coed boarding house is beyond me.” I chuckle awkwardly, feeling bad for lying to my best friend but she wouldn’t react well to the truth. We walk out the front door and to the steps. “I wonder where my driver is,” Ji thinks out loud as she scans the line of similar cars. One stands out, a red Ferrari and a familiar man in the driver’s seat. He spots me and pulls out of line pulling right to the stairs; he gets out, a big grin on his child like face. He looks so good in nice black dress pants and a white button up with the sleeves rolled up and the top few buttons undone, revealing a little of the amazing body I know is underneath.

Jihyo says exactly what I’m thinking, “Damn.” We shake ourselves out of our stupor, “Who do you think he is here for?” She asks me.

“Me!” I giggle gleefully as I run do the steps and jump into his arms. “Kitty oppa!”

“Hello there little one,” He laughs as he hugs me tight. I smile big as he leans away and kisses my forehead. “You are never leaving again.”

“What the hell happened that night you left me?” Jihyo yells as she stomps down the stairs. “Who the hell is this? Where did you get one?” Her anger only makes me laugh.

“One? She has twelve,” Kitty teases, resting his arm around my shoulders.

“I hate you,” She pouts at me.

“I love you too Jihyo-ya.” I give her my biggest grin.

She can’t help but smile back, “You are luck you are too cute to hate. But seriously, who is this sexy strapping man?” She pokes his chest teasingly, something Kitty does not like from the way his eyes loose all playfulness and is replaced with a glare. I grab Jihyo’s hand to keep her from doing it again, but play it off as me wanting her attention.

“This one of my new roommates at the boarding house,” I sort of lie.

“Can I move in? I would love to see the other guys you live with,” She continues to eyes him up and down, becoming the Jihyo that I don’t like, the one Kai keeps ragging on. The slut.

“Absolutely not,” Kitty deadpans, and I have to keep myself from laughing at her reaction at rejections. It’s a new thing for her, no is not something she hears very often, especially from guys. “Joo-ya is the only girl allowed in our house.”

“So no girlfriend?” She tries again.

“Get the hint Jihyo,” Kai teases as he joins us on the steps, “He doesn’t want what’s up that nasty skirt of yours’.”

“Ya!” Jihyo and I both shout as we swat at the boy.

“What did I tell you Kai? If you say one more thing about her I will cut it off,” I snap at him.

“You two know each other?” Jihyo says after my words sink in.

“Him and the others that were in the office are also my roommates,” I answer awkwardly.

“Seriously?” She grins like a maniac.

I nod.

“I’m so jealous!” She screams as she attacks me with a hug.

“That was not the reaction I was expecting,” I say my thoughts out loud. Owl, Panda, Elf and Sehun join us as well, a bit dumbstruck on the situation they just walked in on.

“I have to go but we are so talking about this tomorrow,” She beams as me as she runs away to her waiting car.

“God that girl is crazy,” I shake my stunned feelings off. “I always forget that.”

“You have a very interesting friend,” Kitty comments as he puts his arm around me again.

“Tell me about it,” I laugh.

“Hyung,” Kai says, “What are you doing here?”

Kitty looks down at me, “I came to give little one a ride home.”

“We wanted her to ride with one of us!” Sehun whines.

“You guys all have cars?” I question.

With a cocky grin Elf says, “We have motorcycles too, you wanna ride?”

I can barely contain my happiness, “That’s awesome, maybe tomorrow though.” His smile drops, “I wanna ride it Kitty’s car first.”

“That’s my girl,” Kitty grins as he opens the passenger’s door. I climb in without hesitation; Kitty quickly climbs in on the other side. I wave as he speeds down the driveway and turns on to the road. The world seems to fly by as he speeds down the road and I find myself grinning. It only takes a 15 minutes to get to the house, Kitty held my hand the whole way, though I would have preferred him having both hands on the wheel with how fast he was speeding but him holding my hand was actually better. He pulls up in the circler driveway; I get out and gawk at the beautiful house. A modern beach mansion would probably be the best way to describe it but those three words don’t do it justice.

“You act as if you’ve never seen it before,” Kitty teases.

“Well I was either drunk or having an emotional breakdown when I was in front of it so this is technically the first time I’ve seen it.”

“Let’s go inside and hang out before everyone comes home,” He takes my hand again before leading me inside. We slip off our shoes in the entry way and wander deeper into the house. Soon we are in the living room, Kitty plops down on the couch, pulling me on top of him, his hands on my hips. “There, comfortable?”

“Oppa, can’t I go change first? I have a skirt on,” I mumble shyly.

“I forgot about that,” He says as his hands slide down my hips to the curve of my butt, smoothing out my skirt as he goes. His eyes are fixed on my face, watching my reaction. I feel too embarrassed under his gaze as he hands cup my butt, making me burry my face in his chest. He lets out a warm chuckle, “I’m sorry for teasing you little one, you don’t need to hide. I’ll stop.”

“You don’t have to stop,” I mumble, not brave enough to look up at him.

“What was that? Speak up little one,” He says firmly, his hands go lower so the bare skin in between my stockings and skirt.

“I said you don’t have to stop,” I peek up to see him intensely staring down at me, lust burning in his eyes.

“What should I do then if you don’t want me to stop?” His voice is soft letting me control where this goes, though it’s only for a moment.

“I don’t know, I’ve never done anything like this,” I mumble back.

He smiles, “I know baby, do you want Daddy to decide?”

I blink at him for a minute, “Daddy?”

“That’s me baby,” One of his hands in on the back of my neck and pulling my lips to his. He kisses me softly, not wanting to be too forceful with the kiss. When he pulls away he scans my face for anything wrong, “Is this okay baby?”

I surprise myself by nodding.

“Use your words like a big girl.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl,” He pulls me in for another kiss this time it’s a lot less innocent. His other hand slips under my skirt and squeezes my ass making my mouth open in surprise. He take the opportunity to stick his tongue in my mouth, something I don’t mind as he works his against mine. The kiss gets deeper when he flips us over so he’s on top; his hand moves from my ass to the back of my knee as he positions himself in between my legs. He grinds out hips together slowly; I can’t help but moan into the kiss, shamelessly moving my hips against his.

The front door busts open and the sounds of a large group of boys heads our way. Kitty pulls away with a growl, turning to glare at the boys who appear in the doorway, dumbstruck at the sight of Kitty on top of me and my arms around his neck. I’m horrified to see not just the five from school but all eleven, getting a good shot up my skirt.

“You guys have shitty timing,” Kitty snaps. He sighs before turning back to me to whisper in my ear, “We will have to continue this another time baby, but a little tip for you, if you ever want something from one of us and we say no or if any of us start to scare you, use that word and they will be putty in your hand.” He leans away, “Okay?”

“Yes Daddy,” I say quiet enough so that the others can hear. Kitty grins before sitting down normally and pulling me into a sitting position.

He looks to the others who are still gawking in the hall, “You guys act like you’ve never seen up a ladies skirt.”

Kris is the first to snap out of his daze, his eyes narrow on me, “Sweetheart, why do you give Xiumin hyung all the attention, you’re making me jealous.” His long legs skip the steps and stride quickly over to me. He towers over me, a scowl on his handsome face.

“Sorry Dragon oppa,” I mumble looking down at my hands.

“Kris,” Luhan scolds as he comes into the living room sitting on my other side, “Don’t scare the poor thing.” He strokes my head, tucking a stay curl behind my ear. “It’s unfair that all the others have been able to play with you all day and I haven’t been able to have you to myself for five minutes.”

“What are you talking about?” Kris snaps back, “the only person that has had alone time with her is Xiumin.”

“And Suho hyung,” Sehun pipes in with an evil smirk in the older man’s direction.

“What?” The group seems to rally.

“We walked in and he was holding her in his lap,” Kai finishes.

“Oh my Suho,” Dragon, or Kris or whatever, snickers, “At school, so naughty. I’m envious.”

“I think we should get one on one time with her since she will be living here,” Luhan tries to bring focus back to me.

“Xiumin and Suho hyungs have already used their time,” Dino declares.

Kitty laughs, “Fine, I’ll just wait until tonight.”

“What happens tonight?” Luhan asks.

“You don’t think she’s sleeping with you still?” Suho scoffs.

“Damn right she is, I’m the one that got her back here, and the only one, not counting Kris, to admit that I’m attached to her. Plus, she wants to stay with me, don’t you?” Kitty looks to for help. I sink into my seat nervously as I think the question over. As if he could sense my anxiety, Dimple comes forward with an idea.

“How about she decides after the one on one time?”

The others share a look, nodding in agreement, but Suho speaks for the group, “Sounds fair.”

“So oldest to youngest?” Luhan suggests.

“No!” Kai, Sehun and Panda argue back.

“Yes!”  Puppy and Kris snap back, making the younger boys back down.

“Great, so me first,” Luhan sings as he pulls me off the couch and out the other door to another sitting room with the same wall of windows but these ones open actually open, so during the summer the room becomes a patio. It’s chllier in this room, Luhan notices me shivering and grabs a blanket from the corner before sitting me down cross-legged on the extremely comfy couch facing him. I watch as he shrugs off his suit jacket, unbutton his cufflinks and settles deep into the couch next to me, one leg rests against mine while the other is touching the ground so we face each other head on. He gives me a smile as he places his hand on my thigh over the blanket, “So, little lamb…”

Seokjin Scenario: Push and Pull.

Request: A scenario where you & jin are both single parents who meet a grocery where you both unfortunately fight over a meat on sale. Jin gives up upon realizing how cute you looked and you both always “accidentally” met up time to time at the grocery until you guys become friends sharing the same sentiments as single parents. An unexpected love story blooms between the 2 of you through your kids who were daycare friends. Also can the kids be 95z if its okay?Tnx*u*

Genre: Fluff / Family

How dared he? You looked offended at the hand holding the same meat package than you, but the thing was that it wasn’t any meat , it was the last one at the shelf, it was your son’s only favorite, and it was on sale nonetheless. You weren’t about to give it up just yet because you’d promised it to Jimin for dinner, and if he hadn’t insisted in getting one of those little children carts for himself  you would have arrived first than that man, he seemed apologetic but decided and you took a deep breath, smiling charmingly to him with your best friendly smile.

–Hi, I’m sorry, but I really need this for tonight – you told him, his eyes focused on you, he had nice eyes and he seemed like a nice guy too, then he smiled as charmingly as you did, nodding to your words and still holding the meat.

–Hi, I really need it too… – the man said and Jimin who had been holding onto the edge of your dress with one little hand gasped.

–Oh… but it’s my son’s favorite – Jimin was your best played card right there, if the man cared to look down at your son sucking on his lollipop how could he say no to those precious eyes and chubby cheeks? Jimin was a little angel looking from you to the man with attentive eyes.

The man looked at Jimin then and you saw his decision faltering a little. –It’s my son’s favorite too and he’s such a picky boy to eat…– the man sighed and then you saw his son, a lanky boy most probably around Jimin’s age, peeking behind his father’s legs, with his hair sticking up weirdly in some places and mismatched clothes, sucking on a carton of banana milk and inspecting Jimin interested. He was oddly cute and then you understood the man, you’d been trying to get Jimin to eat properly too and that could sometimes become troublesome with a five years old kid.

–Are we not having dinner tonight mommy? – your son tugged at your dress and Jin felt like a villain, you laughed softly and ruffled his hair with a comforting smile.

–Of course we will Jiminie, just maybe not what you wanted –

There was a sad expression taking over your son’s face and Jin sighed once again, it wasn’t like he went around checking out every mom at the super market but you were quite the sight, and if he’d seen you before seeing that meat then he would have most probably stayed frozen somewhere in the path to the refrigerators. Your look combined with your son’s cuteness was a rather strong contender. Your son was cute and Jin was certain that he got it from you, you were too pretty and he felt like a dumbass.

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Never Gonna Leave You l.h

A/N: I don’t even know what this is, I was watching Friends then I had this idea

“Hey.” I nod your head as I walk into the lounge, where Calum, Ashton, Michael, and Luke my husband are hanging out.

“Hi.” Michael waves.

“Sup.” Calum smiles.

“Hello.” Ashton nods back.

“Hey, you alright?” Luke asks as he notices a distressed look on my face.

“I’m not sure.” I shrug.

“Is the baby okay?” He instantly asks, referring to the 5 month little boy growing in my stomach.

“Yeah, it’s not that.” I shake your head, instinctively placing my hand on the small bump.

“Still can’t believe you let Luke stick his wiener in you.” Michael mutters.

“It had to be more than once because they had Lacey.” Calum teases as he plays with Lacey, our 3 year old daughter. 

“Can’t actually believe Luke managed to get someone like (Y/N) to be completely honest.” Ashton joins in.

“We’ve been together for 9 years, married for 4 of those, what you getting at?” I question.

“So uh, what’s wrong?” Luke asks, placing a hand on my thigh.

“I’ve been getting these weird texts a for the last three weeks, these past few days they’ve been getting weirder.” I explain.

“What kind of weird, like a stalker? Messing around? Or…?” Luke questions.

“Have a look.” I tell him and pass him my phone.

“Mommy?” Lacey grabs my attention.

“Yeah?” I ask as she walks towards me, toy car in hand.

“How’s baby?” She asks, leaning against my leg, from where I’m sitting on the arm of the couch.

“He’s fine.” I answer, running my fingers through her hair.

“Can I touch him?” She questions, looking up at me a little excited.

“Sure, but you’re not going to feel anything.” I inform her and she reaches up and places her tiny hand on my growing stomach.

“I feel it moving, Mumma!” She exclaims and Luke looks up, smiling at her.

“You do?” I laugh.

“Yeah, and we’re talking.” She grins, making us all chuckle.

“What are you talking about?” I question.

“How we’re gonna play with my doll’s house.” She tells me.

“Really? You can do that with just the touch of the hand?” I ask, picking her up so she’s on my lap.

“Yeah, because I’m magic.” She squeals.

“Neat, Lace.” I chuckle, as she plays with my necklace.

“Oh my God, she’s adorable.” Michael laughs.

“Well this sure is one hell of a creep.” Luke sighs, placing my phone in my back pocket.

“What’s he or she saying?” Ashton asks.

“That they’re sorry, they want to see me again, asking where I live, or just random questions like how’s life now.” I explain.

“Isn’t it just some crazy fan?” Calum asks.

“Maybe.” I shrug. “I don’t know who it is.”

“Why didn’t you tell me about these earlier?” Luke questions.

“Didn’t think it was a big deal, I just thought it was one of my friends messing with me.”

“Daddy.” Lacey speaks up.

“Yes, baby?” He questions.

“Where’s the baby gonna sleep? Is it gonna sleep in my room or you and mummy’s?” She asks.

“Well she’s not gonna sleep in your room.” He chuckles. “He’s gonna sleep in his room.” He answers and tucks some of her hair behind her ear.

Ever since we told her about the pregnancy she’s been so excited. Well, actually, at first she hated the idea, and was really jealous, that was until Luke and I went to the first scan and showed her a picture from the ultrasound. She was stroppy all week and so stubborn, purposefully made a mess, did everything she could to annoy us. At first she wanted the baby to be a girl, and actually cried when we told her it was a boy, but she got used to it and began to accept it after a while. Now she’s so excited and asks so many questions about him, constantly touches my stomach and talks to him. 

“Maybe when he gets older he can sleep in your room sometimes.” I tell her.

“He can?”

“If he wants to.” Luke nods.

“Have you thought of any names yet?” Calum asks.

“Not really, I haven’t got a clue.” Luke shrugs.

“Well we’re definitely not gonna call him Jackson or Oliver.” I say.

“Why not?” Michael questions.

“Because Oliver is my brother’s name and Jackson is well, my mum’s sperm donor.” You spit the last past.

“Oh.” He trails off.


Jackson is my dad, well, was my dad. He walked out on my mum, my brother, my sister, and I when I was 13. He left us with nothing, my mum had recently had my sister to take care of so she wasn’t working when he walked out on us, so we barely had any money. Then my brother Oliver and I had to take care of her whilst she went to work, and we barely saw her, only late at night or really early in the morning, it put a strain on everything, our relationships, education, money, everything. My mum became a secret alcoholic, my brother and I argued with her all the time, we almost went into care because of it. It tore our family in half, but we also grew closer. I became super close with my siblings, for a couple years we had a rocky relationship with our mum, but after quite a while she overcame it, and was more present in our lives.

Last I heard of him is that he found a new family and gave them everything they ever needed, whilst not looking back.

Luke and I met when we were 17, it’d been 4 years since he left, I was still grieving, barely moved on. My way of coping with things was by pushing everything to the back, which I do not recommend, because that shit comes back, bigger than it originally was because I let it fester. Luke helped me a lot, we met in school, then we became friends and he helped me deal with things, he didn’t make me all better, this is reality, and I needed to do that by myself, but he did help a lot. When we were 18, we started dating, and it just flourished since then.

It took a lot for me to actually say yes to dating him, because I liked him a lot and I saw a future with him, but I was absolutely terrified I’d lose him like my mum lost my dad, or we’d break up after a couple years and I wasn’t strong enough at the time to go through the heartbreak.

I’m still nervous that Luke is going to leave me, not because I don’t trust him, it’s just past experiences.

“How about Noah.” Ashton suggests.

“No, that’s the name of my ex boyfriend.” I say.

“When can I get a boyfriend?” Lacey asks.

“Never.” Luke instantly answers.

“Why?” She whines, leaning against my chest.

“You’re too young right now, maybe when you’re older, and who knows, you might not even want a boyfriend, maybe you like something else.” I take the reins.

“Nope, she will never date anyone, she’ll always be my baby, and that’s final.” Luke shakes his head.

“What about when she’s in her 30s?” Ashton asks.

“She’ll still be my baby, just like, fully grown.”

“Anyway, what are you gonna do about the texts?” Calum questions.

“Uh, I’m not sure.” I shrug, putting Lacey down and standing up.

“How often do you get them?” Michael questions as I watch Lacey club onto Luke’s lap.

“Couple times a day, usually at night or during the night.” I reply.

“What’s the most recent one?” Ashton asks.

“Um, hold on.”

I pull my phone out, seeing it’s already on the conversation, scrolling down, until I get to the most recent one. “It says I’m so sorry, I hope you can forgive me one day, I miss you so much.” I read.

“Who in your past has done you dirty?” Michael says and my mind wonders to possible people.

“My dad, some ex boyfriends, people from school.” I list.

“Have you ever responded?” Calum asks.

“No, I’m not an idiot.” I respond flatly.

“You sure about that?” Michael asks and I respond by flipping him off.

“I’m gonna go eat because I’m pregnant and you can’t stop me.” I state and turn around, going into the kitchen.

Pulling some cake out and grabbing a plate from the cupboard, before grabbing a knife from the knife block, cutting an appropriate size slice, placing it on the plate it.

“Hey.” The sound of Luke’s voice meets my ears.

“Hey.” I repeat as I look over my shoulder.

“Nice cake you got there.” He speaks as he presses himself against my back, holding my hips.

“You want some?” I offer.

“I’ll have a piece of yours.” He says.

“I’m the pregnant one, you’re taking food away from me.” I shake my head but pick some up on the fork, feeding it to him.

“Thanks, babe.” He responds.

“Anytime, just learn not to take food away from a pregnant lady.” I say.

“Still learning.” He mumbles against my hair, leaving a kiss there.

“Oh my God Lacey don’t look, your mum and dad are being gross.” Michael complains, with Lacey in his arms.

“Yeah, old people in love are disgusting.” Calum joins in as he walks through the door, Ashton following after him, as Luke and I turn around.

“We’re not old, we’re both 27, that’s not old, you guys are older than us.” I argue.

“But none of us are married or have children.” Ashton points out.

“I’d be careful, (Y/N) is pregnant, and hormones are a thing, it’s like 10 times worse than monster week.” Luke warns the others as Michael puts Lacey down.

“I think you should be careful by the look she’s giving you.” Michael smirks, making Luke look down at you, seeing the glare you’re giving him.

“But we’ll get a baby out of it, so it’s fine.” He nervously states and places his hand on my little bump.

“Watch it, Hemmings.” I sigh.

“Yes, Mrs Hemmings.” He teases and I give him a disapproving look.

“Up, up, mummy.” Lacey leans against my legs, making grabby hands at me whilst pouting.

I bend down slightly, gingerly grabbing under her arms, and placing her on my hip. “Better?” I ask and she nods, leaning on my upper chest, letting out a small yawn.

“I think someone is getting a little tired.” Luke chuckles, caressing her cheek,  “her nap is due anytime now.”

“Do you want to put her down.” I ask, but the doorbell rings before Luke can reply.

“I’ll get it.” Luke says, kissing my forehead, leaving the room.

Luke opens the door, being met with a middle aged man, holding a piece of paper.

“Uh hello?” He greets a little confused.

“Hi, does um (Y/N) live here?” He asks making Luke furrow his eyebrows.

“(Y/N)…” Luke waits for him to say her last name.

“(Y/M/N).” The strange man says.

“Uh, she’s (Y/N) Hemmings now, but yeah she does, why?” He questions.

“I just need to talk to her.” He explains.

“Um, okay, hold on a sec.” Luke replies. “(Y/N)!”

“Yeah?” I ask, walking towards him with Lacey in my arms still.

“Someone at the door for you.” He informs and I freeze when I see who it is.

The man who left me, left us.

“Go away, go the fuck away.” You seethe.

“No, don’t be like that.” He replies.

“Jackson, leave me alone, stay out of my life, walk the fuck away like you did 14 years ago.” I spit walking towards the door, Luke finally realizing who it is.

“Look, I’m sorry, I wasn’t in love with your mother anymore, things weren’t going as plan, you wouldn’t understand.” He explains.

“That doesn’t mean you leave 3 children behind then go to a new family. How would I not understand?” I ask and Luke takes Lacey from me, taking her to the kitchen.

“Could one of you put her down for her nap?” Luke asks.

“Yeah, sure, what’s going on?” Ashton questions, taking the baby from his arms.

“(Y/N)’s dad is at the door.” Luke sighs.

“What?” Calum exclaims.

“Yeah, I don’t really know.” Luke sighs. 

“Come on Lil Lace, lets go put you down.” Ashton says and leaves the room.

“Do I stay with her or keep out of it?” Luke asks, looking back at you, where you’ve got a resting bitch face.

“I’d go support her.” Michael replies.

“Yeah, she is pregnant so she could break down any minute.” Calum agrees.

“She also looks like she wants him to leave, and I think he seems adamant on staying, so you might wanna help her on that.” Michael points out.

Luke nods and makes his way towards the door, running his hand down my back, resting it on the small of my back.

“So, uh how have you been?” He asks.

“You’re pathetic Jackson, how are you ignoring everything that happened? I haven’t spoken to you for 14 years ago, I’m not gonna forget everything that’s happened, just because I’ve seen you again, unwillingly might I add.” I frustratedly speak.

“I’m dad, not Jackson.”

“You lost that title years ago.” I tell him.

“I’m still your biological father.” He states.

“Unfortunetly.” I sigh.

“You’ve got a family of your own now, are you not gonna let me ever see them?” He asks.

“You don’t deserve to see them.” I respond.

“Don’t be like that, we can be like we used to, play poker with cocktail sticks when both of us can’t sleep, listen to music together again. We can build a new future.”

“Those are the memories I try to block out. I don’t want anything to do with you, can’t you accept that, you easily walked out all those years ago, can’t you do it again? You can’t just walk in my life again just because you’re my dad, you cut yourself out, and I want you to stay the fuck out of my life, my family’s life, go back to the family you left us for.” I say.

“I don’t have them anymore.” He confesses.

“Is this why you’re coming back to us?” I ask.

“Uh..” He trials off.

“Fuck you.” I spit.

“I think you should leave.” Luke steps in.

“But we haven’t finished talking.” He states.

“I think (Y/N) knows all she needs to and knows what she wants. I don’t want you around my family, do something with your life other than hurting people.” Luke shakes his head.


“Jackson go, I don’t want anything to do with you and stop texting me. We’ve coped without you for 14 years, I think we can gladly do another 14. You missed out on watching your third child grow up, she was only a baby, she barely remembers you, and she seems to be doing great without you, we all are. Goodbye Jackson.” You cut him off.


“I said bye Jackson, you’re better off on your own.” I say and close the door, Luke instantly pulling me into his embrace.

“You okay?” He mumbles into my hair.

“Promise me you’ll never leave me.” I look up at him, tears in my eyes.

“I promise I’ll never leave you, or Lacey and this lil guy.” Luke promises and rubs my bump.

“Will you still love me in 14 years?” I painfully ask.

“Of course I will.” He replies, hands coming up to hold my jaw, giving me a slow kiss, that speaks volumes.

“I love you.” Luke says once we pull apart.

“I love you too.” I repeat before suddenly bursting into sobs.

“It’s gonna be okay, baby.” Luke reassures. “I won’t let him come near you again, you’re safe, I’ll always be here, I’m not gonna leave you guys, I love you.”

“What if something changes? What if having two children is too much for you? What if you change your mind? What if you don’t love me anymore later on?” I begin to get seriously anxious.

“Come on, babe.” Luke sighs and lifts me up, I wrap my legs around his waist, nuzzeling into his shoulder, Luke holds my left thigh and the right side of my waist.

He takes us towards the stairs, and I see Michael and Calum gazing worriedly at me out of the corner of my eye, but my mind can’t be bothered to worry about that right now. Walking up the stairs and towards our bedroom, Luke gently kicks the door open, walking us towards our bed, gently placing me down on it. Luke walks back to the door, seeing Ashton walk out of Lacey’s room, cautiously closing the door. Ashton sees Luke, sending him a sad smile as he sees his wife’s figure, Luke sending one back, before closing the door.

“We’ll talk later, don’t let your mind wonder too much, the stress is bad for he baby, just go to sleep and I’ll take care of everything. Okay? Take as long as you want/need, I can give Lacey her dinner if you’re still sleeping later.” Luke tells me, pressing a kiss to my forehead, before turning around.

“Wait.” I say, grabbing his hand, making him stop and turn around.

“Yes, baby?”

“Did I make the right choice?”

“Of course you did, he hurt you so much, and you couldn’t possibly let him in your life again, he doesn’t deserve to.”

“I love you, and I don’t know what I’d do without you, thank you for helping me over the years.” I weakly state.

“I love you too, I promise I’ll never give up on you.” He replies and gives me a small kiss, before leaving, quietly shutting the door behind him.

“How is she?” Calum asks as Luke walks in.

“She’ll be fine soon enough, I think it’s all so overwhelming, also she’s worried I’m gonna walk out on her.” Luke speaks.

“Really?” Michael furrows his eyebrows.

“It’s only past experiences, I don’t think that she doesn’t trust me.” Luke shrugs.

“What a dick.” Ashton shakes his head.

“Yeah, it’s affected her big time, not only her family, but commitment, she found it really hard to say yes to dating me, she got all distant when we first got engaged, her trust was destroyed. I think it’s only just coming back, she’s absolutely terrified someone important is gonna leave her.”

“Sad.” Michael sighs.

“Did Lacey go down alright?” Luke asks Ashton.

“Yeah, she was a little confused at what had just happened but she went to sleep eventually.” Ashton explains.

“Good, I’m gonna go out to the supermarket, get (Y/N) some sort of medication because I know she’ll have a headache when she wakes up.” Luke informs and grabs his car keys.

“Can I come? I need to pick up some dinner because apparently having pizza 4 nights in a row is bad.” Michael mocks.

“Sure.” Luke nods.

“I’m gonna head home.” Ashton states.

“I’ll stay here in case Lacey wakes up or something.” Calum says.

“Oh thanks.” Luke smiles.

“Bye then.” They all wave.

Worth It

Pairing: Y/N & Calum 

Words: 3400+

Warning: nsfw

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Warning this contains swearing, rage, excessive amounts of fangirling and tears, you have been warned.



Okay to start It all off we go to the castle.

First of all btch is fck you you black knight piece of sht.

Look at how his eye fkng twitched (btch if I knew how to make gif I swear all my takes would be in gifs, well some of it cause some photos need to be stared upon) YOU DON’T GO MESSIN AROUND WITH MAH GIRL FKC YEAH!


FCK. WHAT THE ACTUAL FCK. Btch lemme tell you the story of what happened on this very moment. Look hunty I don’t curse (whaaat?) Yeah, I don’t, like that’s the reason why all my curse words are missing letters or are misspelled but lemme tell you when I fkng saw this shit I whispered to Sofiel and the other gods ‘fuck’ in the most ungraceful manner known to man.

But btch lemme tell you I aint the only one who fckng got shocked by this, my fckng phone refused to listen to Chari’s bullsht that it fkng disconnected my headset from my fkcng phone, and I aint joking btch like at this exact moment my phone decided to fck Chari’s bullsht and disconnected it and it added to my panic and frustration. Like btch I literally jumped out of my bed both cursing Chari and panicking over my headset like that thing cost me a fortune! So when I started playing just music btch it wouldn’t work I was so fkcng stressed that I got my backup headset which was waaaay awful and tried to restart my phone. What happened next? Looks like my phone needed to breath like me because the btch couldn’t handle Charioce’s bullsht that I had to reboot it, fkc if only the same goes for me and then next thing I know it was perfectly fine. Btch I was searching up for my headset’s warranty cause girl I CANNOT afford a new one.

Alright so here we are going back to ye ol episode and fck I still can’t get over Charioce’s bullsht.

So then as if I wasn’t on the verge of killing someone this fkcng a**hole was the first thing I saw and btch I was PISSED. Like fck you btch you fkng a**hole.


When Chari says none Chari says fckng none! (Hold up, Chari looks sad here… oh gods, did you just say that out of professionalism? Kinglinism?)

Oh don’t you back sass me motherfkcer! I swear to Sofiel and the gods I hate you. Dumb piece of sht fck you.

Good Christ I’m sorry, Lord forgive my words because it’s about to get much worse…

Speaking of btches to be fkced fkc you too Gabriel, I know you’re hiding something you piece of sht btch and I aint trusting you! Not one second! You can die for all I care, I wish Michael was the one alive and you died hell make Sofiel the ruler since she cares for others way more than you do! Screw you for what you did to El. You deserve to be run away from.

Break for Rita appreciation time: damn gurl is looking fierce!

We bring you this commercial by Favaro Leone, look at them muscles let’s appreciate that hunk.

Commercial over.

In this scene the gang was all talking sht about Chari (well not really they were discussing this and that oh you fkng know) and YEAH NINA POUT AT EM GIRL, although I still am fkcng pissed about what that Chari said, POUT AT EM.

As you can see my baby girl aint having none of that sht.

In this scene we see Jeanne jumping off of heaven, that sounds weird but okay.

I still lowkey ship it since I highkey ship JeanAzel (although Azazel wasn’t in no how in this episode) but damn look at them, Sofiel as a woman I am VERY JEALOUS of your body.

AWWW!! Nina you look cute in blue hair!! You look fine girl! But still Chari would know you from a mile away.

So Nina went out to search for some intel and I love the scenes where she was running around the place cause it reminded me of the earlier episodes where sht hasn’t gone down and rained upon all of them.

Hmm I wonder where she’s off-



I seriously thought they wouldn’t see each other yet and maybe one episode more but oh my god I am not complaining.


Sneeky sneeky~

A-sneeky sneeky peeky


Hmm this is probably his mother’s grave since most villains start with mommy daddy issues and since his dad’s a dck this is probably his mother’s.

Yaaaaaas Nina, yaaaaaaa!!!! Represent my shock right now and fangirliness at the same fkcng time!

Yaaaaaas Nina, yaaaaaaa!!!! Represent my shock right now and fangirliness at the same fkcng time!

Me: *fangirling*


Me: *laughs like a madman* This is so me rn

Come on, do something!

Yes…. YES.


Sup btch XD what an entrance Nina, bravo!

Nina be like: oh sht

Chari be like: oh yeah.

You two are fkng adorable I swear I would die. I mean I still haven’t completely forgotten what you said Chari but we’re getting there.

I swear Nina no one will take you seriously looking like that I swear to Sofiel. Still though, cute.

My confused little sonofabtch

Look how my confused sonofabtch smiled like ugh my heart, I swear the way he smiled at Nina is so damn precious.

Sure Chari baby go along with her ruse.

It’s his mom, 100 percent sure of it. And thank you Nina for asking the questions we’ve been asking long ago.

I (and a lot of other people too) FKNG CALLED IT!

Why are you so shocked Nina? (I laughed at this moment because of Nina’s shock)


Me: Sure you aint but I called it. BUT LOOK HE’S COMING CLOSER!


Aww… YOU POOR UNFORTUNATE SOUL! //slapped// (I’m willing to bet some of you sang that)

Nina: *cries on the inside*

Me: *at the edge of my seat err bed*

Did she hope that at least YOU would have a great life?

Oh I guess not…

I’m willing to bet an arm, a leg and a brother that he’s planning to revive her, or at least that’s what he wanted from the gods. Like his wish was for her to come back to life.


THAT FKCNG ‘Chari’s special smile for Nina’ smile is getting me holy sht I have a feeling that this episode is gonna ba waaaay better than 6 and 13!

That smile is so precious I cannot.



YAAAASSSSSSS HELLO!!!! Oh sorry, ehem. So his name WAS Chris, aww I didn’t know Chari gave his real name to Nina! Omg that is so ngggghh.

Awww *insert that child wiping a character’s tears from the tv but eplace it with Chari*

Hahaha he’s still playing by her game

Come one, we all know that you both know who each other is.

Me: Yes… And?


I love how Nina is like, oh… okay.

Oh mah gawd my precious children, mi preciozo. This brings back sooooo many memories!!! I love it I can die.

Oh don’t you be so awkward child, I mean I know you have a lot of things going on in that pretty little head of yours but… okay you have all the reason to be awkward.

Yes, yes he does.

He was playing your game, a ruse love.

Look at mah little baby looking at merch as if he was stroling disney land (by this point I’ve forgotten about what he said at the beginning)

So my baby bought something like a charm or whatnot and Nina’s telling him off but then LOOK. HE TOUCHED HER AND SHE WAS LIKE OH OKAY AND DIDN’T TURN INTO A DRAGON. I try to notice every detail when it comes to these two.

See?! Oh… OKAY. Nina’s always on the okay when it comes to her baby king.

Uh oh…

Uh oh, people are staring Chari…

Now what do we have here…

Me: *shrugs*

Me: Little demon babies?

Me: Wait…


Yeah Nina, WHAT?




These demon babies are precious, all children are precious *cries*




Jesus Christ my Lord and Savior what is this perfection? I swear God thank you for this beautiful blessing you have bestowed upon human kind.

Look at him… LOOK AT HIM, OH SO PRECIOUS, OH SO BEAUTIFUL OH SO PRECIOUS *cries for the nth time*

Me: Huehuehue Nina go get em Chari meat


Nine: Don’t fantasize about him, DON’T FANTASIZE ABOUT HIM.

Future dragon babies: Yeah mom! Come join us!

Future dragon babies: Yeah come play with us mom!

Nina: Alright, mom’s coming! *sees the skull*


Future dragon babies: Aww mom broke the skull of daddy’s enemy.

Charioce: Fear not my children, I know how to fix our problem.

Me and Nina: *staring*

Charioce: Let me be hot for a bit so your mom gets turned on.

(I’m laughing at my own stupidity, all hail future dragon babies!)

Charioce: I told you I’ve got this.

Let me point out again that all children are precious <3

Charioce: See? Dad’s bouncy ball is better than before!

Nina: *pouts cause her children went back to playing*

Nina: Really, Chris? Really?

Charioce: It’s okay, look. They’re having fun. *smiles all daddy like*

I swear these two look like a married couple. I swear if this isn’t foreshadowing I swear…

Charioce you sly sonofabtch, cheeky bastard.

We all do Nina, we all do.

I love how Charioce is juat smiling.


Oh my god…

OH MY GOD!!!!!


Charioce: Relax, they’re kids. They should have fun.

Just do it Nina, just fkng kiss already (was my thoughts and then omg)

I love these two to deth no joke.

Ahhh so Chari is being watched…. Well I should’ve know he wouldn’t step out of his castle without any guards following him.

Lemme guess, it’s that black knight piece of sht again, that little a**hole.

No Nina, those are actually us crazy shippers who are secretly stalking and taking photos of you





I really love these two shot, I don’t know why but I love it. Aesthetically pleasing?

I don’t know, but maybe it’s the way Chari pulls Nina that is so cliché animesque but I really love it, all their interactions in general. Hm maybe it’s because it’s this cliché of royalty running away from guards bit? Who knows.

Woah when Charioce said let’s lose them they really did actually loose them (maybe) like this looks waaay away from the place where they were.

Me when this very moment was shown: OMG THIS IS THE PERFECT PLACE FOR A CONFESSION!!!

I laughed at this scene because Charioce is all tired and sht while Nina I just chill wahahahaha

*sexy music plays in the background*

I legit thought Charioce was going to take his shirt off when he started roling his sleeves.

Charioce is hot. Just saying.

Oh my gosh that is so anime, like that sweat effect is so anime XD

Uh oh…

Nina, Imma stop you right there. What is in yo mind girl?

I was legit thinking at this moment that Nina was going to try and steal the bracelet from Chari.

Like look, it looks like she was set to get that bracelet so that was what I thought!

Little I did I know that this would be the start of the best moments in anime history, like I was screaming “CONFESS” in my head while watching this and little did I know what was going to happen.


My inner fangirl was slowly ascending to heaven at this point

And your baby

Yes that was what this whole thing was about

A moment of silence.


*fangirls at the memory*

I felt really sad for Nina at that time because she was so confused and somewhat hurt too by the fact that he’s hated by everyone

This is so sweet, I absolutely love it.

Yeah girl! Be determined! I am so rooting for you!

There’s that moment of silence again.

Chari baby I can feel your inner conflict all the way from here.

Still willing to bet that arm, leg and brother that what he wants to do is ressurect his mother (unless he wants to be all Code Geass and say that he wants the world to unite against one common enemy)


Me: *shuts up for a moment*

Oh no… just what the hell man. That arm, leg and brother bet is still on if you like.

Pretty bad one if I do say so myself.

Me: *silent*

That’s so very kingly.

I’m sorry man but the mommy issues man. Next thing I know they’ll be an alchemy circle there and OMG WHAT IF THE PRICE ISN’T AN ARM, A LEG AND A BROTHER BUT INSTEAD AN EYE, AN ARM AND HIS EMOTIONS? OMGGGG LET’S GET FULL METAL UP IN THIS SHT!

Me: *okay me is silent again*

Oh my god, did he just… OH MY GOD (at that very moment I screamed to the heavens and my mom literally shouted at me to shut up and when I did my head almost exploded)



Oh my god

Oh my god

Oh my god

Oh my god (look at Nina she so pretty in this frame)

Lemme tell you something real quick girl, at this very moment I had to pause because tears were coming down my face for real. I sent a photo to my friend about how much I was crying and when I paused did I only realize that I was holding my breath in. Btch that’s some good sht anime right there.

Even now my breath stops whenever I look at it.

Shocked Chari is shookt (I’m tearing up as I write this)

Don’t think about your inner conflicts Chari, just don’t.

Oh gods

Oh gods, Nina’s crying now I’m crying *cries*

This looks so fkcng perfect that I can’t my heart can’t handle this intensity.


Oh god

Oh god

Oh my lord oh my stars

Jesus Christ this is beautiful, I love these two so much that I would die for them.

All I can say is oh god and smile all tearfully.


That fkng smile *cries*

Oh gods wait, I know where this is going to oh my god oh my god oh my god

Oh god

Oh gods, oh gods

Oh my god you’re both so precious….

Me at the very moment this was shown: *GASP* *pause* oh my god oh my god oh my god *plays*


This is beyond perfection, this is so Romeo and Juliet like, like what the fck a tale of love and ruin oh my god. My heart can’t take this intensity holy sht

Wow just wow, like the way Charioce tightens the hug more as if he doesn’t want to let Nina go oh god wow such amazing detail to everything.

This is beyond amazing, this was so worth the wait… wow just wow oh god wow, I am speechless man just wow.

Fck man that hug… that kiss, like the more you zoom in the more you can feel the intensity

She’s not turning into a dragon *cries in happiness*

See? Even she get shocked!

They’re both so shocked *smiles to the point that my face gets ripped*

The emotions are so raw that I can’t…

Nina? Nina? Where are you going?!

To be honest I was legit thinking she was going to run away thinking that it was wrong and bad that she was doing this with the enemy like those anime cliches and I actually panicked for a bit.

See? Even Chari is confused.

Uh… Nina?

Ninaaaa? (legit confused)


Woah!!!! WOAH!!!



Somewhere deep in Chari’s mind: Was I that bad a kisser?

Woah wait, no way.

She turned back into a human! OMG this just proves what I said before that only Chari has the ability to turn Nina in and out of dragon form!


Huehuehuehue, Also I love how Nina is fangirling over her own kiss. So precious.

What I am concerned about it that this is the second time Charioce has seen you naked, what a winner that man is.

His smile

Oh my god his smile

This is legit the most love filled smile Charioce has ever dawned on his face like if you look at his you can’t even recognize him, that’s how sweet and in love this smile is. (this is how my smile looks for the entire episode, not as good thought but still)

Ladies and gentlemen we all know that Charioce is into scales.

Dragon Nina looks fierce!!!

Somewhere deep in Charioce’s mind: OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

Look, all yall be honesty with me. I aint the only btch who thought AND shouted


Don’t you be lying to be when you didn’t think that up cause I swear you be lyin

Now I have a million photos of Charioce riding Nina *lenny face* but I’ll make a separate post for that cause this sht is long as hell already

I love how happy Charioce looks as he flies with Nina like look at him

This one is my favorite Chari smile next to the one in the cave

People say he looks kinda condescending in this but don’t be fooled honey it’s just his eyebrows.

Ah perfect moonlight

Ugh this again.

Yeah girl! Be assertive!

Here we go again with the next times!


Chari what the fkc, you’re not too deep into the relationship yet and you’re already snapping at her? Not cool man.

See, you’ve given Nina the impression that you’re mad you dumb fck

What? *still pissed*

Why do I feel a bad undertone to this? Like there’s a bad omen somewhere? Is this why you snapped? Because you’re worried about something?

See how much Nina loves you? You snap at her and she fkcng smiles at you you dumb fkc


Charioce you…

You sly sonofabtch you dumb fck so you bought this for her, I take it back you dumb fck.


DAAAAWWWWW (btw I LOVE how you look right now Chari XD)



Woah woah woah woah pause this sht I see that look on you face Chari, what the fck?

Chari why do you look like you’re in pain? What is going on? Why are you frowning? Why are you holding Nina as if it’s the last time you’ll see her? WHATTHE FCK IS WITH THAT FROWN?!

Hmmm should I make something out of this or naw? I’m going to leave this at that for now…

Nina you cute litte dragon lady you oh my god

Daww that nice little charm!

Fanservice plus fangirlservice both in one frame, of course.

HAIL HIT//slapped// I find this very cute shut up

And there she goes, off into the night.

Ah Chari, you must be so happy to have finally


OH MY GOD NO CHARIOCE, DON’T TELL ME YOU’VE PLANNED THIS ENTIRE THING FROM THE VERY NO… No that can’t be, he didn’t know that Nina was a dragon before and then he can’t control her transformation now since Nina can do it on her own then what the fck is with that look what is you deal?! Oh gods no, please don’t be the a** the antis want you to be good god please don’t let this be a pretend for you gods please Chari DON’T BE A DCK! Good god Chari no, please don’t be that!

Chacioce Chris I swear don’t you be an a**! Don’t you be a- oh there’s more in the end…



Dude I would think wrong about Charioce looking like that in the final frame since he just finished being all lovey-dovey with Nina and then he looks like that as if the moments weren’t sincere but since they showed this last part of the gimp and then going back to his eye twitching when this fkcer said he would kill Nina it all makes sense that he would look like that cause his baby girl is in serious deep sht.


Anyway I still don’t know why Chari said kill on sight, maybe, as I said, out  of professionalism where he has to act kingly and not let his emotions take over but dam son if after this day will you still say that you’ll let this fkcng gimp kill her? I can tell why you look pissed as fck since I wouldn’t want that either.

Still I don’t know, I’m confused but my heart is secured that all of it was real and sincere and this is actually Charioce getting mad about that onyx knight wanting to kill Nina. In fact my heart thinks this is him finally making a decision that he would keep Nina safe, that he finally made a conclusion for himself and would take action on it. Yeah because Mappa wouldn’t show us that last clip of gimpy saying Chari is under a spell unless it meant something right? The way he looked back didn’t come off as a ‘I’ve got her in my trap’ kind of look but instead ‘I won’t let anything hurt her’. Yeah, as I rewatch and analyze that’s how it looked like.

There’s a little bit of doubt but my heart is secured on this ship and as I have said before, unless Mappa makes Charioce into the dck antis wanted him to be then I’ll ship it to the ends of the earth and fight for it and if he does turn into a D I’ll start the hate thread.

Anyway anyway, here are my thoughts for this week’s episode. This was intense as sht and I am sorry for all the misspelled words and all the nonsense, this took me HOURS to finish but I’m happy about how it turned out. Again sorry about the errors since I didn’t have enough time to proof read it. Still I hope you enjoyed!

These are my thoughts, feel free to reblog or comment and if you have any questions you’d like my insight on feel free to ask!

I hope you enjoyed and here’s to another week of suffering!

(Kudos to tumblr for taking 200plus photos into one post and kudos to you for finishing this)

Good Girl CH 12: Homework

“We’re home!” Chanyeol yells as we walk into the entryway. We all take off our shoes, Kyungsoo stops and holds me up so I can kick mine off easier. He doesn’t let go of my hand, instead leads me towards the kitchen where the others are waiting. They are all there; digging threw the fridge or cabinets finding snacks or something to drink like a normal family after school. I can’t help but find it strange, how different they are right now compared to how perverted, and even kind of rapy, they were on the first night we met.

“Baby,” Kyungsoo calls to me, bringing me out of my thoughts. Him and the others have collected around the island, eating the snacks they found and sharing them with each other. They all are staring at me, concern on their faces, Luhan comes over to me and places a hand on my forehead.

“Are you alright?” Luhan worries.

“Yea, I was just observing,” I laugh away their worries.

“Well aren’t you going to greet us?” Kris opens his arms to me expectantly. Without hesitation I walk up to him and wrap my arms around his waist, burying my face in his chest. “Did you have a good day at school?”

“Yea, it was fun.” I mumble back.

“Fun?” Kai scoffs, “Those teacher are fucking nuts giving us that much homework to do before break.”

“You boys are going to have to do that later, we have a meeting with our dongseangs.” Suho says from the other side of the island, and like Kris, he opens his arms when he looks to me. Kris reluctantly lets me go and I go hug Suho, he looks down at me affectionately, “Baby, you can go start yours in the dining room alright?”

“Do I have to do it right now?” I sigh, not wanting to do my homework ever, not when I have so many people I could be playing with. I can tell right away that Suho doesn’t like me questioning him, but thankfully Xiumin saves me by scooping me out of Suho’s arms and placing me on the counter in front of himself. He positions himself in between my legs, his hands on my hips, our faces even.

“Why baby? Is there something else you would rather be doing?” He smirks.

I nod, placing my arms around his neck, “I want to play with Daddy.”

“You can do that later,” Suho says firmly, “Then we can all play together.”

“So strict,” Xiumin rolls his eyes but helps me down off the counter. “Go to the dining room and do your homework.”

I pout as I shuffle away, stopping briefly to hug Lay, Chen, Baekhyun, and Luhan, before I find my way to the dining room. I sit down at the table that could sit 16 people, spreading my stuff out I barely take up a fraction of the space, sitting where the boys can’t see me from the kitchen. Their voices travel into the room, fun conversations that have them laughing. Annoyed that I’m stuck doing my homework I pull out my headphones and start listening to the music on my phone to tune them out. Starting my homework is the biggest struggle of my life, so I start with English, something I know fluently. That only takes me ten minutes, leaving me with math, my worst subject. After only a few minutes of trying the problems I’m already ready to pull my hair out.

My torture is interrupted by someone pulling out one of my ear buds, Namjoon smiles down at me, “How is it going?” His smile shifts into a cocky grin once he realizes what is wrong. “Need some help?” I look away from him toward the kitchen to see the others there talking in the doorway with my daddies, I mean oppas.

“Please?” I slide the notebook over to the empty seat next to me that Namjoon quickly slides into. “Joonie, I have no idea how you enjoy this stuff, I just makes me want to cry.”

He laughs, “Don’t cry, I’m here to help, now what don’t you understand?”

“Absolutely everything, math is not my friend,” I groan.

“Why didn’t you ask one of the guys for help if you were struggling that much?”

I pout, “Suho did not look friendly when he sent me out, so I figured I was not to interrupt. It looked like they were having so much fun.”

He rolls his eyes at me, “Don’t be fooled by their normalness, they are the same guys you saw kill a man a few days ago. They may seem like teddy bears and puppies but I can honestly say, they horrify me sometimes. Be careful.”

“Always with the warnings,” I tease, trying to lighten the sudden tense mood. “How about you help me out at the top student?”

He cracks a smile at me as he begins to look threw the problem to see where I went wrong, finding it in no time. We lean closer together as he explains it to me, not really paying attention to the noisy boys in the kitchen.

Chanyeol’s voice carries into the dining room, “Where is Namjoon?” Namjoon and I both look up to the doorway at the sound of his name.

“He’s talking to Jooyoung,” Hoseok responds.

Xiumin suddenly sounds hostile, “About what?”

“She looked like she was struggling with some homework so he went to see if he can help,” Yoongi explains casually, not understanding the sudden anger.

Namjoon and I lean away from each other when we hear the group basically running into the room. We try to look as innocent as possible, even though we haven’t done anything wrong, the accusing looks on the other’s faces makes us feel as if we have. Namjoon stands and bows to his hyungs, a natural looking smile on his face.

“What is going on?” Kris glares at Namjoon’s closeness to me.

“I needed some help on a problem,” I explain simply with a smile.

“Why didn’t you ask one of us?”

I shrug, “Namjoon came by and offered.”

“We should start our meeting,” Jin says cheerfully.

“Baby, do you still need help?” Lay asks as he comes around the table to my other side, completely ignoring Jin.

“Are you struggling with the new stuff the teacher introduced or the stuff that you missed?” Sehun questions, leaning over the table to see my notes.

“I’m good now, Joonie explained it really well, thank you though,” I give them my best smile. “You guys can go do your meeting, I’ll be done by the time you guys are done.”

Lay doesn’t seem to believe me, “Are you sure?”

I nod.

“Lets do this and be done with it,” Xiumin pouts as he shuffles out of the dining room to the hall. I wave as they all leave, Sehun and Lay being last because of their reluctance to leave me alone with my homework. When they are all gone I put my headphones back in and try my best to do it. Thankfully I hadn’t been lying when I said that Joonie explained it well enough to me, I’m actually able to make it threw my homework in record time, cheering out loud when I finish. I pack my stuff in my back pack before deciding it should be okay from me to grab something from the kitchen. With a massive amount of snacks I somehow manage to just pick an apple. Using one of the knifes from the drawer I cut my apple and go sit in the room where I did the one on ones.

I cozy myself into the couch with a blanket as I eat my apple, but my boredom gets the better of me a few minutes later. I can’t get myself to wander anywhere, fear of breaking the rules so I decide napping will become my new pass time. For a few minutes I play mindless games on my phone before sleep takes me. Though I don’t sleep for long before I hear people calling for me, panic and anger in their voices. It takes me a minute to fully register what is going on, the voices go from yelling for me to yelling at each other.

“What the hell?” Xiumin yells from the kitchen.

“Her stuff is still here Hyung, don’t worry,” Jin’s calm voice tires to reason.

“Did you try to scare her again?” This time it’s Kris yelling.

Joonie tires to defend himself, “No! We didn’t really even talk about you guys, she said something about Suho being upset with her or something, that’s it.”

“You guys!” I call out. There is silence for a minute. “Marco!”

“Polo!” Chen’s sweet voice calls back. I hear them coming my way.

“Marco!” I say again.

“Hello there baby girl,” Chen smirks as he comes into the room, followed by the 18 other men. He sits down next to me, pushing the hair out of my face.

“Hi,” I give them a sleepy smile and a yawn.

“Nap time?” Kris teases.

I nod, “Math makes me sleepy.”

“Were you able to finish?” Joonie asks with a smile.

“Thank you for your help, you are a life saver.”

“I think you boys should be going,” Luhan gives them a tight-lipped smile.

I pout, “But they just got here.” Bad decision, really bad decision to say that.

“You want them to stay?” Suho raises a brow at me. The other’s just glare at my friends.

I hesitantly nod, “I want mama Jin to make his ox bone soup! I haven’t had it in a while and it’s perfect on a cold day like today.”

“You know what JooJoo,” Jin comes a little closer to me, but keeping a good distance at the same time with all these eyes on us, “We will be coming over on Friday so I will make it for you then okay? These guys seem like they want us out of their hair.” He gives me his cute smile that I return. Out of habit he reaches out and pats my head, another very bad decision.

Chen automatically slaps Jin’s hand away, “Ya, who said you could touch her?” He glares the older boy down, and surprisingly he actually looks really scary. In fact I see all the others take a step forward, a chilling glare set on poor Jin.

“Sorry, it’s out of habit,” Jin apologizes profusely.

“Habit? How often do you touch her?” Kai growls.

“You guys,” I try to calm tense situation down, “I think you are right, it’s time for these guys to go home.”

“We will see you guys on Friday,” Jin gives me a thankful smile as he drags his boys toward the doorway.

“Can I walk them out?” I look to Chen with my cutest smile.

Chen huffs, “I guess.” Without another word, or glance towards my glaring oppas, I jump off the couch and follow the boys threw the living room and into the hall.

“Joo,” Jin is obviously concerned, “What are you doing?”

“Walking you out,” I give him a sad smile, “And apologizing for making your guys friendship so stressed.”

They all smile at me, waving my apology away, “You didn’t ask for this situation, there is nothing to apologize for.” Like before, Jin reaches out to pat my head but he stops himself, “I got get used to not doing that.”

“Yea, no more physical affection with you,” Joonie declares.

“So no hug goodbye?” Kookie pouts cutely.

“Sorry Kookie, I would prefer for you guys not to get in anymore trouble because of me,” I pat the baby’s head.

“This is where we must part,” Hoseok jokes.

“See you guys in school tomorrow, see you on Friday Jin oppa,” I wave to them as they leave, the door slamming shut behind them. With that done I grimace at the idea of going back into the living room where I know they are all waiting for me. To think, this morning started off so fun and playful and now I’m horrified about what could happen when I go back into that room.

“Baby,” Baekhyun calls sweetly.

“Coming daddy,” My response is automatic. I go back the way I came to see them all sitting on the large couch, like actual dads about to scold their child. Standing in the middle of them room in front of them I feel awkward under their intense gaze.

“New rule,” Xiumin snaps, “No one is allowed to touch you but us.”

I nod, “Yes.”

“Come here baby,” Kyungsoo waves me over. Like a good girl I go around the coffee table to stand in front of him. Grabbing one of my hands he pulls me down into his lap. “Baby, I don’t ever want to see you be that close to other boys ever again.”

“Look at Kyungsoo-ya being possessive,” Chanyeol teases as he begins playing with my hair. “It’s good to know this is a group effort.”

“It’s time for you boys to go do your homework,” Luhan declares as he pulls me on to his lap.

“But I thought we were going to play,” Tao whines.

“We are, you guys are going to do homework,” Kris smirks.

Xiumin points to Lay, Chen, and Baekhyun, “That includes you three.”

“So you guys get her all to yourself?” Baekhyun glares.

“Just until you guys are done, so I would hurry up if I were you.”

The group of younger boys grumble as they get up from the couch and head to start their homework, leaving me with Xiumin, Kris, Luhan and Suho. When they are gone the four men look to me, and suddenly I feel nervous.

“Could I go change?” I ask shyly.

“Why? You look so cute in your uniform,” Luhan teases.

“Yes, baby, you can, I take you,” Suho stands up and holds a hand out to me.

“Why you? I want to,” Luhan holds me tighter in his grip.

“How about we all just go?” Kris suggest, standing up as well.

All the men agree but pout when Luhan refuses to let go of my hand as we walk to my room. Once we get there they decide to sit down on the bed to wait. I walk inside my closet to dig around for something to wear, but with so many options, it isn’t as easy as it usually is. After a few minutes, I’m standing there in my bra and underwear, Kris calls to me, “Baby are you almost done?”

Luhan starts teasing me, “Do I need to come in there?”

“Give me one more second, I can’t decide what to wear,” I continue scanning the shelves.

“I like this one,” An arm snakes around my naked waist while the other reaches out to grab a cute peach colored romper. My face turns red at the realization that he is pressed up against me when I’m wearing nothing but my underwear. My embarrassment is soon replaced with the same tingles I had last night as his hand slides up my stomach to cup my boob over my bra. “I like what you’re wearing now better though.”

I moan, “Daddy,” As he starts kneading my breasts. “Be gentle, they are sensitive.”

He chuckles, “I’m sorry baby, daddy wants to be gentle with you but you were naughty.”

“Naughty?” I can barely get the word out before he drops the romper and starts using both hands to play with my chest.

“You were too friendly with those boys. We don’t like it.”

“I’m sorry daddy, I’ll be good,” I whimper.

His hands finally slip under my bra to play with my nipples making me tingle all over, the squeezing and pinching only turning me on more. I don’t even try to hold in my moans, not caring if they hear me. He chuckles in my ear, “Baby, do you like when daddy is rough with you?”

“What the hell are you doing?” Xiumin growls in the doorway, “If you are going to play with our baby you have to be gentle.”

“But Hyung, our little baby seems to like it when we play rough with her, don’t you baby?” He pinches my nipples hard, send a burst of pleasure threw me.

“Yes Daddy!”

“Fine, then I want to play too,” Xiumin closes the door behind him.

Club Sin

Warnings: Cussing. Negan. oral sex. smut. (does this count as kinky?)

Request: Hi hi can I make a request where the reader meets Negan at a club and they’re like grinding up on each other. And then Negan takes her home to his house and they have some hot kink sex (spanking, biting, scratching, choking, oral, literally everything) make it as kinky as you possibly can with in your comfort zone. - anon

I really hope this is what you requested! I tried. Please let me know what you think!!

Tonight was the night. You’d planned this night to go out with your ‘girlfriend’ and have a little fun at the club. You just finished getting ready when your doorbell rang. Your heels clicked against the hardwood floor. You opened the door to reveal Sherry, your best friends since high school standing at the door. She had on a tight low-cut red dress with matching heels. She looked gorgeous. 

“(Y/N),” she squealed when you opened the door. “You look amazing!,” she said referring to your tight black dress that hung to your curves and showed you off. “You planning on picking up a hot guy tonight? huh?” she wiggled her eyebrows at you as you laughed softly.

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I Don’t Love You Anymore Pt. 4

My brain is going a million thoughts a second as I swipe the screen, “Y/N! I’ve called you three times! What’s wrong? Are you okay?” she bombards. “Relax, I’m fine. Actually I’m not fine, I just ran into Ashton and Calum,” I breathe out and rub my temples. “Oh my goodness. I’m heading over to your apartment now,” she says and I can hear her jiggling keys. “I’ll buy the beer,” I say. “And I’ll get the Ben & Jerry’s” she replies and we both hang up; this is gonna be a long night.

You can find pt. 3 right here –> I Don’t Love You Anymore Pt. 3

“So…what happened again?,” y/b/f/n asks as she swallows two big spoonfuls of ice cream and finishes her third beer. “I’ve already told you twice,“ I say as I roll my eyes; I love her to death but she can be a real pain sometimes. “Yeah but I learn something different after each time you tell me,” she says, but she really means, “I’m not paying attention.” “Please, y/n last time,” she begs and her words are starting to slur as she reaches for another beer. “No. You’re done,” I snap and take the cold bottle from her hand. This is what I mean, she’s a pain. I’m the one who just went through what felt like life’s worse case scenario, I should be getting drunk, not her. “Awww y/n but I’m not even tipsy,” she says. “I thought you were coming over here to help me figure out what to do with Calum and Ashton, not get drunk,” I say looking down as she ignores me and goes on babbling about some nonsense. This has been a crappy day and all I wanted was my best friend to make me feel better by talking about what happened, her saying a funny joke, or consoling by saying, “I’m out of their league” or “They don’t deserve you” hell, suggest we go out, anything besides what she’s doing now. I open my phone to block out her noise and I notice my Twitter has a million notifications, I open the app to see #Calum&Y/NOfficiallyOverParty trending. My heart beats faster as I read the first tweets: (g/n = girl’s name)

“I’m so happy for Calum. He deserved much more than y/n. #Calum&g/n”

“Calum & g/n are so cute together. I ship them.”

“Calum’s new girlfriend is so much prettier than y/n.”

I throw my phone across the room as tears roll down my face. I literally just seen him 3 hours ago and he didn’t bother to tell me he moved on. No, of course Calum wanted to frick with my emotions and make me believe there was still something there when he already had a new girlfriend. “Y/n what’s wrong?” y/b/f/n asks suddenly sobered up. “He has a girlfriend,” I say looking at her. “Oh sweetie,” she says, immediately knowing who I was referring to, as she pulls me into a tight hug. I cry into her shoulder for a few more minutes before she says, “Sweetie, he is not worth your tears, you already wasted so much on him, don’t waste anymore. Save them for when you’re watching Les Miserables or Lion King,” she jokes making me chuckle. I stop crying and wipe my face on the sleeve of my pajama shirt, “I just wish he had told me. I’d rather hear it from him than Twitter,” I add. “Forget him! There are so many other guys out there, which reminds me why I was calling you,” she says wiping some smeared mascara off my face. “Yes, please tell me why you kept calling,” I say while taking a heaping spoon of cold cream into my hot mouth.

“So guess who asked Niall, who asked Luke, who asked me if you were seeing anyone…” she perks up and jumps to sit on her knees, her eyes all big and excited, now that’s the y/b/f/n I know. “You and Luke?” I question as I raise my eyebrow at her, suddenly their relationship taking my interest. “Don’t change the subject,” she warns and I wiggle my eyebrows at her. “We’ll talk about that later. Now come on, y/n, guess!” she squeals as she gently shoves my shoulder. Oh no, another boy I can’t even deal with the two frickers right now, how can I add another to the pot? I stutter, “I-I’m n-not really interested in–

“Come on, y/n. Honestly, you need to move on. It’s obvious that Calum acted that way in the store because he was jealous seeing you and Ashton that close. Remember how adamant he was about you and Ash and how you could never be alone together; it just brought back memories. And yes Ashton is a good candidate but you already dated Calum. Y/n you can’t mess up their bromance. Both I and the fandom will murder you,” she says seriously. She’s right, it’s been six weeks and I should move on, Calum already has and I can’t break up Cashton. “Well, I guess it wouldn’t hurt to go on one date,” I breathe out, finally giving in after weeks of her begging. “Yay!” she squeals, “So, who asked about me?” I ask curiously, “Shawn,” she sings as she grabs my shoulders in a death grip while giving me the biggest smile. “Mendes? He’s like 2 years younger than me,” I groan as I rub my temples. “So?” she asks. “So? Y/b/f/n he’s a child,” I exclaim, how am I supposed to get over two daddies (lol) with a boy. “Y/n, you’re 21 and he’s 19, what’s wrong with that? Plus he’s fine as hell and I know you like him! I saw you eye-fucking him when he was at the 1D release party,” she says as she reaches for the ice cream again. “I wasn’t eye-fricking him!” I gasp as I snatch the ice cream from her. “Okay, so what was this?” she asks as she looks at me with sexy eyes and starts biting and licking her lips. I burst out laughing at my best friend “eye-fricking” me, “Okay, I did not look like that!” I say. “Oh honey, you were worse. But he was doing it too,” she says taking the ice cream back. “He was?” I ask, not believing the girl. “Totally babe,” she says winking at me. “He is cute,” I admit. “He’s having a party tomorrow night and you’re going,” she says as gets off the couch pulling me with her. “Where are we going?” I ask, “To pick out your outfit. We gotta make you desirable,” she says as she turns around to face me. “Oh I don’t know. A simple outfit will be fine,” I tell her as I turn around to sit back on the couch. “Luke told me that he and the guys were gonna go, meaning Calum and Ashton are bound to make an appearance,” she smirks at me. “We better figure out how I’ll do my hair too,” I say popping off the couch and leading the way to the bedroom as she follows me laughing. “And you better be ready to spill the deets on you and Lukey,” I tell her as she stops laughing making me laugh at her.

A/N: Hello beautifuls, I know this is well overdue but so much has been happening right now. I have been offered new jobs and positions at my school and that’s been taking up all of my time. I’m sorry that this is so late but please still tell me what y’all think. I feel like the more I write the more the plot will change, is that bad? Talk to me! Part 5 is coming soon!!!!!!!!

Part 5 —> /i-dont-love-you-anymore-pt-5

Negan Imagine ~ Little Runaway

After you and Negan take care of a toddler, not only you think about what it would be like to have a child of your own…

(Request: “Please can you do one with Negan, a fluffy one?”)

Originally posted by killernegan

Faint light streamed through one of the rare windows in the hallways of the Sanctuary as you looked out of it, down onto the endless seeming woods.
You were deepened in your thoughts as you jolted up, suddenly feeling arms wrapping from behind around your waist, some warm lips pressing themselves on your neck.
“Did I catch you fucking off guard, Sweetheart?”, you heard Negan chuckle against your skin before you turned around to look at him.
“Maybe”, you said chuckling while you looked into his eyes.
You were the one woman by Negan’s side for a long time now.
The one he left his wives for, the one he wanted to be with and after all, you couldn’t be more happy about that.
“Thought you’d still work”, you added placing your hands onto his chest.
“Got some fucking spare time and guess what, I’d like to spend that fucking time with my favorite person”, he said letting a big smile create on your lips before he continued.
“Which is why I’m going over to Simon now”, he added, before laughing at your shocked face expression before you began to laugh and slapped his chest.
“Asshole”, you said laughing while Negan chuckled and pulled you closer.
“Nah but seriously, I wanna use the damn time I have with you, so what do you want to do”, he asked looking at you.
You wanted to answer his question as you suddenly heard sounds coming from around a corner.
You looked irritated at Negan before he let go of you and went around the corner, followed by you as you saw a little boy crawling on the floor.
“Holy hell”, Negan said before he leaned down to the toddler and picked him gently up.
“Hello little man”, he said to the cooing boy who giggled at Negan.
“What the hell are you doing here, huh? Where’s your mommy and daddy?”, he asked in a soft voice while he gently dandled the toddler in his arms.
The boy cooed as an answer before he giggled again and stretched his tiny chubby toddler hands out trying to grab Negan’s beard.
“Jealous huh? Well, you gotta get a bit older for that”, Negan chuckled while he looked smiling at the toddler and you felt some strange warmth spreading out in your body as you saw him this way.
You knew that he had a soft spot for kids.
And you also knew about his job as coach before this whole thing started.
Yes, of course, he had been the special kind of way he is but you exactly knew that he secretly wanted them to like and to look up to him.
You suddenly heard the loud bang of a shutting door sound through the hallways before you heard a quiet whimper coming from the toddler.
The lower lip of the boy began to tremble, his eyes became glassy before a few sobs left his mouth.
“Shit, oh come on buddy”, Negan said sighing before he softly put the boys head against his chest and dandled him until he got calm again but stayed huddled up to him.
Negan would be a great father, shot through your head.
You had never talked to him about that topic, you didn’t know if he wanted kids himself and especially in a world that was as cruel as the one you live in.
And you, well of course, you had imagined what it would be like having a child with him and you had felt your body being filled up with an extremely comfortable warmth just thinking about having a little boy or girl with Negan, but you had your doubts.
Not because of Negan, or your relationship or anything else, you had no single doubt regarding that, if it would be only about you and him you would love to start a family with him right now, but about this world and having a kid growing up in it.
Negan looked from the toddler up to you, his glance soft before he raised his voice.
”Where the heck could he come from? The nursery?”, Negan asked, seeming to ponder.
“No, the nursery is on the other side of the building, that's’ too far, he can’t come from there”, you muttered pondering yourself, while Negan sighed quietly before he began to grin.
And hell, you knew that grin way too well.
“Maybe we could just keep him”, Negan suddenly said chuckling before you heard the little boy giggle.
“Oh yeah, you like that fucking idea, don’t you buddy?”, Negan laughed as he looked at the cooing boy.
“We can’t keep him”, you said laughing while shaking your head at Negan.
“Oh shit, did you hear that?”, Negan asked the boy in an excessively dramatic tone.
“We really gotta find his parents”, you said again as you laid your hand on his arm to get his attention before both, Negan and the boy, looked at you.
The boy giggled at you, stretching one of his hands out to you while he cooed once again.
“Oh see, he fucking likes you too!”, Negan called out triumphantly.
”Yeah, I like him as well”, you chuckling said, letting the boy wrap his hands around your fingers.
From the corner of your eyes you could see Negan’s glance intensifying as he saw you looking smiling at the boy in his arms, the tiny hand wrapped around your fingers.
”And that’s why I want to find out where he belongs”, you said, looking up to Negan who stayed for a moment simply looking at you, still with that smile on his lips, as if he was caught in some trance before he broke out of it and looked back to the boy .
”Alright, so then we’re gonna go on a little journey, huh”, he said dandling the toddler while another soft smile flashed over his lips.

While you walked you saw how Negan’s glance changed into a pondering one, his eyebrows slightly pulled together before he raised his voice.
“What kind of craphead lets his kid crawl around in the fucking hallways”, Negan growled while you kept walking,
“Don’t know, but I’m sure we’re gonna find out”, you said looking at him, before you heard a voice calling through the hallways.
“Caleb?! Shit…Caleb, come on where are you? ”, you heard a desperate male voice sound through the hallways.
“Guess we got our craphead”, growled Negan before you saw how a man came around a corner, his eyes watery and filled with desperation before he saw Negan and kneeled immediately.
Negan stopped walking, his glance frozen while you saw him clenching his jaw before raising his voice.
“Stand up”, he commanded and the man followed his order, stood up before his eyes widened by the sight of the boy in Negan’s arms.
“Caleb…”, he exhaled before he got cut off by Negan.
“Is this your fucking son?”, he asked, his voice still serious.
“Yes, Sir”, the man said hastily nodding while his glance stayed stuck on Negan and his son.
You saw Negan nodding slowly, his jaw clenching again before he slowly walked towards the man who began to tremble.
“You know what’s fucking crappy? Huh? You know that?…Guess not, so fucking listen to what I’m gonna tell you prick. A fucking toddler crawling around in the damn hallways”, Negan said calm but with that dangerous undertone in his voice before he continued.
“You do not let your toddler son out of your fucking sight. You do certainly not let him crawl around the fucking hallway. Got that?”, Negan asked staring down to the man in front of him
“Yes, Sir”, the man said with a quiet and trembling voice before Negan leaned towards him.
“What was that? I didn’t understand, you’re gonna have to speak up”, he said before he leaned back.
“Yes, Sir”, the man forced in a louder tone out of his mouth.
“Good. What the fucking heck were you doing anyway while he was playing runaway?”, Negan asked still with that undertone in his voice.
“M-my older son, he is sick and I just…”, the man said before his voice cracked and his eyes filled with more tears while you had to swallow by his sight and actually had to pity him.
Negan sighed, his glance got less frozen before he began to talk again.
“Now you calm the fuck down and fucking listen to me again”, Negan said before he continued.
“Step one, you get your son here to the damn nursery. Step two, you fucking go back to your older son and get him back on track. Step three, you be the fucking father you’re supposed to be. Understand?”, Negan said looking at the man while the boy was still huddled up to him.
“Yes, Sir”, the man said nodding while he swallowed hard.
“Alright. Don’t ever wanna see him crawling around here again…and what do we say to me, for having to spend an assload of my precious time trying to find you prick?”, Negan asked as he slowly and gently got the toddler out of his position.
“I am deeply sorry and thank you, Sir”, the man said before Negan nodded and gave Caleb over to his father who pulled him close to his body.
The man nodded again before he rushed with his son around the corner he came from.
”Mission fucking accomplished”, said Negan now with a small grin back on his lips before he pulled you into a deep kiss that filled you up with warmth.
He let slowly go of your lips, his forehead resting against yours, his hands still cupping your face for a while before he backed a little away.
”Gotta finish the fucking work, shit I’m fucking sorry, couldn’t even really do something together”, Negan said slightly scoffing.
”It’s okay, I mean, we had a special variety today”, you said softly chuckling.
”Oh shit yeah”, Negan said chuckling before he continued.
”By the fucking way, we got the whole fucking night to make the time up”, he said winking at you.
”Of course”, you said chuckling back before Negan grinned wider, pecked your lips and eventually let go of you.
”Till later, Sweetheart”, he said winking once again before he vanished around a corner.

It was already late as you returned from finishing your last task to your room, you didn’t have to work or anything else but anyway, you wanted to have something you could contribute.
And even though you have had something you had to do the last couple of hours, you had the some thoughts stuck in your head and they all circled around Negan and you and the thought of having a child with him.
That picture of him and that toddler, how he gently he handled him and the joy he had in his eyes, was still crystal clear in your mind and just gave you the same warm feeling every time you saw it in your mind.
Tired from the whole day, you snuggled into the dark sheets hoping that Negan would come back soon and while you were thinking about it, your eyelids got heavier and heavier and finally pulled you into a deep sleep.

Slowly, your eyes fluttered open, the moonlight shined through the windows telling you that it was still night while you felt that you were laying in Negan’s arms.
You heard a quiet yawn that made you slowly look up to Negan, seeing him staring out of the window while he seemed to ponder about something.
“Everything alright?”, you muttered with a sleep drowned voice while you raised your head from his chest.
Negan’s eyes directly shot to yours, his glance softening.
”Hmm”, he hummed nodding.
”Really?”, you asked, as you clearly saw that something was bothering him.
He sighed quietly, swallowed still pondering before he looked into your eyes.
“Did you ever think about having kids with me?”, he asked in a serious tone while he swallowed hard once again as if he feared what you could answer.
You felt that warmth spreading out in you again while a smile formed on your lips.
“Yeah”, you said softly while you saw his eyes lighten up in the faint light.
“Fuck really?”, he asked his lips now forming a slight smile.
“Yes”, you said sitting up while nodding and still looking at him, as he leaned against the backboard, the smile becoming wider.
”The boy made you think about it, huh?”, you asked, your glance not leaving his face.
“Think about it again”, he said chuckling before he raised his voice again.
“Just fucking imagine a version of you and me, just in fucking tiny, running around,…and I mean, even the fucking making process is a hell lot of fun”, Negan said smirking while you slightly slapped his chest, laughing softly.
“Of course, we can fucking screw either way, but getting a damn extra gift for it is fucking great”, he chuckled amusedly before he went quieter again and sat a bit more up while he locked eyes with you before he pulled you closer.
“I’m a damn happy fucker with you either way, just want you to know, but would you consider it? Like really fucking consider it?”, he asked in a serious, but still somehow soft tone.
“Yeah, I would, really Negan but…can we do that? Get someone on purpose into this fucked up world?”, you muttered while you looked at him.
“Don’t fucking know Sweetheart. I really don’t, but I know for fucking sure that I’d keep the both of you safe no fucking matter what”, he said while you felt his hand placing around yours and squeezing it softly.
You buried your hand deeper into his big warm one while you smiled thinking about it.
“And hell, you’d protect them too. You can, I fucking know that you’re a fucking fighter”, Negan added while his glance stayed on you.
“Holy crap, our kid would be some badass, probably with a damn fucking potty mouth”, you heard Negan laugh slightly while you looked pondering down to your hand that was still buried in Negan’s
“Sweetheart?”, you heard Negan’s voice say after a few moments of silence before you looked up from your hands.
“We don’t have to decide any fucking shit right now”, he said before he lifted an arm to let you huddle up to his side.
You nodded and let yourself fall into his embrace, felt how he pulled you closer and placed a kiss on your head.
Snuggling your face into his chest your thoughts kept circling around the same thing.
This feeling you had about it wasn’t just caused by a mood or something.
If it was just some kind of mood you wouldn’t think about it that much and serious, knowing that something like that shouldn’t be decided by having some kind of mood.
But it wasn’t, it definitely wasn’t.
You wanted a child with him, you wanted to start something big together with him and you were grateful to even have the chance to in these times,
These times.
They were the only reason you struggled, but maybe, maybe it wasn’t even that necessary.
You had the Sanctuary, the safest place you had seen since this thing had started and even if something would happen, you both would manage it somehow, you had managed already so much together, so you could do that too.
And next to that, the picture in your mind, seeing Negan with your own child on his arm, dandling them like he did with the little boy this afternoon, grew more and more.
You couldn’t change what the world was like, but you could make the best of it, with and for the ones you love.
And with that thought, your decision had been made.
“Negan?”, you asked quietly, trying to find out if he was still awake.
“Yeah?”, he answered before you lifted your head and looked at him.
“We should do it”, you said before you saw how a smile flashed over his lips.
“You really want to? Like, are you fucking sure? I just don’t want to fucking push you”, Negan asked not being able to get that smile from his lips.
“I’m sure, I really am. I want that with you, every little bit of it”, you said while Negan kept looking smiling at you.
“Fuck, I’m a damn lucky man”, he said, his smile mixing with a smirk right before he got you closer to pull you into a deep kiss.
“Guess it’s the damn right time to fulfill what I promised earlier”, Negan muttered smirking against your lips.
“Guess so too”, you said chuckling slightly against his lips, feeling how Negan moved on top of you, while you knew that every single decision you had just made with telling him that you wanted to start a family with him, had been nothing but the best you had ever done.

@dasani-saraai @myrabbitholetoneverland @jeffreydeanneganstrash @negans-network @sweetwittlebosco

Broken Not Shattered (Teen Dad AU Jaehyun/ Brother AU Mark)

Originally posted by limitless-jaehyun

Type: Angst Fluff

Request: Nct Mark lee (changed to Jaehyun) teenage dad au, but the mother of his child dies at birth.

Okay, i get it. And yes the little brother would be great, maybe for jaehyun?

~the original plot involved Mark in the dad position but we have gotten to the point to just make Mark the brother instead and it has the original plot to it~

It happened to be a harsh reality, a major wake up call to everyone in and around your family. You were healthy and could have lived a long long life but you kept something secret at least from your little brother. The fact that there wasn’t a large chance you’d make in through birthing your daughter. Of course no one was thinking that, not even the people you told. Mark came into the room for only a few minutes, his older teenage sibling was holding a tiny little baby girl. No dad who cared to actually be a dad so only your family was there to raise her. Then the next moment you were flat lining rather quickly. In a rush Mark ended up holding his niece as the sweet moment went tragic. He couldn’t believe he had watched his sister die, his arms were filled with a crying newborn and his innocent world was shattered. 


Your room was as you left it before you passed away. No one in your home was able to get anything from it, Mark even ended up having his little niece Camari sleeping in his room instead. “When are you coming back to school?” Jeno asked Mark who sat down on his bed “I have to go back next week” he spoke calmly “are you okay? That’s not the right question, are you feeling better?” he  asked Mark “physically yeah I’m fine, mentally” he sighs as he quickly got up and began picking up the little clothing that littered his floor “my sister is dead and it’s something that takes more than a month to get over but I have to start living again” he told his younger. “So are you going to raise Camari once you graduate?” he then was asked “I mean I will help but she’s legally under my parents care” he comments as he puts rags, little socks, and onesies into his hamper. 

“I’ll do my best don’t worry” he smiled at his friend.


The moment he walked into school he felt a different aura in it than normally, the little memorial for you irked him. The people who cried and gave him saddened looks were the same people who bullied and called you names because you were nothing more than a pregnant ‘slut’ to all of them who was ruining her life for keeping the baby. He went to class, the once bubbly and happy teen he was had been replaced by a silent and mellow one. He had reality thrust at him and it made him grow up. He sat in his desk as everyone had left for lunch “yo Mark!” he heard from the door as Haechan leaned there “come on” he said as Mark nodded and got up.

The group started to the cafeteria but right before they went in Mark had stopped. He watched as a male made his move on a girl “Mark are you okay?” Renjun asked before everything snapped. One minute he was there and the next he was being yanked off of the male he had managed to take down.


Jaehyun sat in the office with a bag of ice covering the left side of his face. He had a black eye, busted lower lip, and his body had taken a few good blow from Mark who only had bloody knuckles. “Mark what the hell have you done?” his mother’s voice filled the room as Jaehyun looked over before looking away. Soon Jaehyun’s parents piled in as they were horrified what damage had been done to their son. “This boy has beat my son, unprovoked. Why isn’t he in cuff?” Jaehyun’s mother asked “it wasn’t unprovoked” Mark hissed “I wasn’t doing anything” Jaehyun threw back.

“I couldn’t let you do it again” Mark said confusing the room “Mark-” “he killed my sister” he nearly yelled. “Mark” his mother shook his head “she died giving birth-” “the baby had to get in there somehow didn’t it?” Mark commented sarcastically “what are you talking about boy?” Jaehyun’s father spoke “your son got my sister pregnant” Jaehyun began panicking “you’re lying” “and you should sneak out of my house better” Mark told him. “Fine, I told her to get rid of it. She thought it was wrong to do so. I didn’t want it and still don’t-” “you don’t have a choice” his father cut him off “what?” Jaehyun looked up “if you wouldn’t have been stupid a girl might not be dead and you wouldn’t have gotten your ass beaten by a sophomore” he explained as Mark smirked.


“I don’t want to do this” Jaehyun said to his mother “I don’t care. You’re going to take care of your daughter” she told him. He was once more in your home, he was having to pick up things that his daughter needed. “Everything you need is in a bag in Mark’s room” Mark’s mother spoke as Jaehyun sighed and headed down the hall. His eyes landed on the door to your room. It was wide open as he walked into the room, his eyes landed on the crib in the corner. Newborn baby clothing, tiny toys here and there.

He looked around the room, memories began shooting through his head. Your first kiss was by the door as he kissed you before he left. He took a seat on the bed as he could feel a tingle in his back and neck where you used to massage him at when he sat on the edge of the bed. His eyes began to water as he stood up and walked to your desk. He turned the computer on, his eyes met with the background of the desktop. Every ultrasound you had for 8 months was there. And only one icon was visible.

He dragged the mouse over it as a word document came up.

‘Hello whoever is reading this,

I guess I didn’t make it…..

Please don’t be too sad, I choice this for myself.

It’s hard to imagine my little girl growing up without mommy, or even daddy but I know she’ll be in good hands. Mom, dad, Mark. I know you’ll do your best for the little alien, like Mark always joked. I’m glad I was blessed with a supportive family. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you Mark, I know it would have been a thing that loomed over you the whole time I was pregnant. You wouldn’t enjoy the fact I had life growing in me if you knew.

Tell my little girl…don’t fall in love with the first boy who charms her. I know it won’t happen that way because love is love. I have the motherly worry in me and I never want her to feel what I did but I guess I should thank him as well.

You brightened my world by giving me her. Even if I never get to watch her grow up, I’m happy. And I hate to say it but I still think about you, your love you gave me before all of this was wonderful and something to cherish as you’ll be my first and only love I ever have.

I don’t really know what else to say, I’ve known I will have problems and have come to accept that for the most parts. But death is so scary. I’m scared to die so scared. But I know I’m doing what I think is right.

Love the memories but please don’t get stuck in the past. Make new ones with Camari Please!

Love always,


Jaehyun sat quietly wiping his tears, it hit him so hard. You loved him and he’d be the first and only man who broke your heart. You died because you birthed his child. He felt so bad for thinking so little of his daughter, you had given up everything for her and he wasn’t willing to give her a minute of his time. He ventured into your pictures on the computer, many pictures of your life came up. You must have looked at the often while you sat there.

“I’ll do it for you. She’ll grow up with a daddy” he spoke to himself “you were-are my first love too. I’m so sorry” he continued. “I didn’t leave the door open for you to come in here to ruin everything” another voice filled his ears startling him. Mark stood there. Jaehyun’s face glowed in the light of the desktop before he wiped his eyes and got up. “I’m sorry for all the troubles I’ve caused your family” he said as he rushed out and headed towards Mark’s room to grab the bag.

Mark walked in your room for the first time in a while to see what was on your computer. His eyes were filled with a picture of you and Jaehyun, you two looked so happy together. He changed the picture as soon a picture of you two together came up, you were so young in this one. Mark’s face had a genuine smile on it, he used to get so annoyed with all the pictures but now they were almost as precious as his niece. He read the letter feeling bitter sweet the whole time before he let out a sigh shutting the computer down and getting up. He looked around the room before he picked up your prized stuffed animal bringing it close, he was going to treasure it until your daughter was old enough to love it as well. “I’ll come visit again sometime. But now the boys want to hang out and I think I will this time” he spoke to the room. “Good night Y/N. Thank you and I love you sis” he continued as he shut the door.

Hello, Baby. Part 1.

This is my first story, ever. So please be honest. I went kind of light on the smut and language. Just kind of wanted to get a feel for it. 
Im sorry its so long.
I love having details in stories and having the back story, so i just ran with it. 

Let me know what you love & hate.

You start walking home from a long night at work, thankfully you only live a couple of blocks away. But no matter what, you always walk past HIS club, morning or night. You just want to be able to see what everyone talks about. 

You want to see the green hair, the cool white skin that sends chills down your spine when you imagine it, and clear ocean blue eyes that you can see yourself melting in. You feel your heart rate increase just thinking about him. You were drawn to a man you have never met, have never even seen.

 You know if you could just afford to get in his club, you could see him. Touch him. You can feel the warmth between your legs grow as you think of running your hands all over him. It feels like the people around you can hear what you are thinking. You put your head down and head home. 

 You toss and turn as most nights when he is on your mind. The morning comes quick and you wake up unrested. Time to get ready for work. Your long black hair is tied up in a tight bun on top of your head. A light foundation, blush, mascara and a light purple lipstick. One last glance in the mirror before you turn and lock your door behind you. 

You start your walk to work and find yourself in front of his club again. Like it should surprise you. 

It is so mysterious. The outside is dingy and dark other than the double green doors and a tilted J at the top of the building. There are huge windows across the entire second floor and from seeing it morning and night they must be tinted or mirrored because you can never see in. You straighten yourself up as your mind has wondered far now and get back to your routine. 

Work is a small dinner; you never make much and rarely make any tips, but this job keeps a roof over your head so you keep the job until something better comes along. Your shift seemed to go by quickly, there were many people that came in from out of town. A huge smile starches over your face when you see the tip money tonight, rarely does this happen, but when people make this place their rest stop, the money is nice. You count it out evenly between you and the cook, you smile and say your goodbyes and head home.

 You were going out tonight! 

As soon as you get home, you throw off your clothes as fast as you can. You shower, wash your hair and shave everybody part you would want him near. The thought makes you tremble a little. Trying to calm your nerves you tell yourself ‘maybe he won’t be there tonight of all the nights I decide to go.’ You straighten your hair, letting it fall down to the small of your back looking like black silk. You find a tight black dress and some bright red heels that would match your lipstick. You spritz perfume on your collarbones and inside your wrists. You give yourself a small pep talk before heading out. “He will be there and I WILL meet him. Ugh, how badly I’ wanted this! I can do this. Be mysterious. And don’t drink. Well, don’t drink a lot.“ 

You walk up to the green doors and realize there are gold specs all over the door. The J at the top is lit up in purple that is so bright it almost hurts to look at. You hand the guy at the front door the cash. He looks at you questionably and you think he’s not going to let you in. 
He asks “you alone?”
Your voice is quiet from being nervous and taken aback. ‘Is this guy hitting one me right now?!’ you think to yourself
“Um, yes.” Your voice squeaks at the end.
He nods and let’s you in. ‘Weird’ you say under your breath. 

 It’s beautiful inside, huge chandeliers; elegant cage dancers, gold and purple cover the club so tastefully. It is far from what you expect a club to look like, it is well lit, almost like a dewy gold lighting. The dance floor is packed and it reaches all the way to the bar. Everyone seems happy or drunk, or both. Quickly you scan to the upstairs, more freaking Windows. 'I can’t see a damn thing!’ Frustrated, you head to the bar.
“One shot of any kind of vodka” 

You are stuck watching the cage dancers, glitter all over them; their hair is up like it’s in some sort of fashion show that no one would ever wear on a normal basis. They move effortlessly. The way the lighting hits their bodies and the glitter it almost makes them seem unreal. You immediately wonder how close they get to him. You shift in your seat trying to get the thought out of your head.

One of the girls gets off her platform, a large man in an all black tuxedo escorts her. 'Screw this, who the hell knows when I’ll get back in here!’ You say to yourself. You order another shot. You make your way through the crowd. You ask the guy next to the cage to help you get inside it.                                       “Do you work here!?” He asked “No I don’t. I…” You trail off thinking how crazy you seem right now. 
He brings you back from your thoughts,
“Do you want a death wish then?!” His eyes are wide.                                        
“I know what I do want. Him” ‘I just said that aloud. Yep, he heard me. Yes, I am crazy. Crazy for a man I have never even seen!’ You are screaming at yourself in embarrassment. 'What the hell am I doing!’ Runs through your mind for a split second. Too late, he pushes you up in the cage.
“Your funeral.”           

 You panic at first. People are starting to notice. There is a lump in your throat “Now or never, right!”                                              
You start moving your hips, your arms above your head, you let loose. You actually are having fun; you really let go and kept thinking how grateful you are for having rhythm. For a second you actually forgot about him. Only a second. You body sways with the music.                              
‘Time to shine baby!’ You are not sure if that’s you talking or the vodka. You drop down and slowly lift your ass facing the windows hoping that he is there, watching. You realize the man in the black tuxedo is opening the cage reaching for your hand.        
“Don’t make this difficult.” His voice is low and serious. You understand, you feel a rush of emotions flood you as he helps you out. You’re being thrown out and you didn’t even get a glimpse of him. The man takes you firmly by the arm, being gentle at the same time. He leads you away from the front door. Your heart feels heavy, almost broken. He brings you to an elevator and pushes you in before him. 

This is not out. A smirk comes across your face. The elevator opens up, it’s almost like another club up here. Definitely VIP, or people that do not want to be seen here. It’s a lot darker, a lot more secluded areas. Of course more cage dancers. As soon as the doors open all eyes are on you. 

You flush red. 'Shit.’ You keep your head high acting as if you are ok, even though your insides are screaming and wanting to vomit. You walk past the first section of people, second and third section as well… There is a thick purple curtain that is touches the roof as well as the floor. Your heart is racing. You feel almost like a surge of ecstasy has run through your veins. The man in black opens it up only enough for him to see inside.                                             “She’s here boss. Where do you want her?”                                                  
Your heart is pounding and you are sure the man next to you can hear it. Little does he know it is out of excitement, fear is the last thing on your mind right now. He looks at you and nods you in                                                            
“Mr. J would like to speak with you.”                                                                   'Mr. J’ you say repeatedly in your mind. You walk behind the curtain and the man is fast to close it shut behind you. 

 He is real. He is right here. Right in front of you. Right now. 

His back is to you and he’s looking into the club from the windows. His hair perfectly in place and bright green. You just want to run your fingers through it. The thought sends a warm chill through your legs. His pale skin drawing you in, the lights from the club giving him a sense of warmth. He turns to face you, still across the room, but you feel his eyes scan over you as you do the same to him. He is gorgeous. Your knees feel weak. There isn’t a single imperfection on him. He is better than any image you could of pictured.                                “Well, well, well, well.“ 

Originally posted by fotokopicibierkek

He walks towards you. He is standing so close to you. You now notice the smaller tattoos on his face, his jaw line, the scars, the jewelry, the details on his coat, his scent. Oh, how he smelled. He smelled of cologne, sweat and power. It’s was intoxicating. Your eyes were trying to devour him, making sure you didn’t miss a single detail on him. He noticed.                                             
"Slow down.” His voice low,  
Your eyes snapped up and met his. He reached up and pushed hair behind your ear. His touch soft and cool. A strong shiver took course of your entire body. You wanted to reach up and touch him, you knew he probably wouldn’t like that and you don’t even know what side you are on with him.                                     “Did you enjoy yourself out there?” His eyes intense.                                         “I-I did.”                                                                                                     “Mmmm” he growled softly                                                                               “Do you go into a restaurant and just head to the kitchen and start cooking?” His stare was starting to burn but you couldn’t look away. You don’t want to seem weak, even if you were ready to pass out.                                             “No, I don’t.”                                                                                        
“Interesting. Why did you see that tonight’s performance was welcomed?”     He walked to his desk and gestured me to sit in the chair in front of him.        
“I-I just wanted to have fun, forget about… Everything.” You hope that sounds convincing as you take a seat in the cold leather chair.                                   “Are you sure? Don’t lie to me. I hate, hate, hate liars.”                                 “Well, I also wanted to…” You trail off and look away.                                      
His voice is frustrated now. “Darling, you can come into my club, take one of my cages and dance for all sorts of people, but you can’t tell me why. You will not keep my patience long. Try again.”                                                                 “I wanted to see you!!” You almost yell.                                                               He doesn’t seem bothered by what I said, nor does he seem to care.           “Why, why would you want to come pay a visit to the Clown Prince?”             You figure you are here might as well just tell him the truth. He will either let you live or kill you.                                                                                                    
“I-Im … I think im obsessed with you.”                                                              
He shoots you a sharp look and walks behind the chair your in. It takes everything in you to not let your eyes follow him. You can feel him so close to you.                                                                                                                    
He whispers in you ear “Obsessed?”                                                              
He moves the hair away from your shoulder and neck. He leans in even closer. You are able to feel his lips on your ear as he speaks.  
“Obsessed. Mine. Mine. Mine.”                                                                         You tried hard to not let him see how he affected you, but you were wet. He ran his cool hands up and down the sides of your arms and softly kissed your neck. “Answer me this Doll, have we met before? Do you even know who I am? What I am capable of?”                                                                                                
“I have never met you, I have lost sleep over you. Clown Prince, as you said before. Yes, I do. I figure I might as well be honest now. You will either kill me or let me live, but either way at least I was able to see you.” You keep your voice soft. You can feel that he is still close behind you.                                             He begins to rub your shoulder in a good way; it almost does help you relax but it not helping the fact that you are still wet. He reaches down and starts leaving small bites in your shoulder and neck, you cant help but let out a moan.   “That’s what I wanted to hear Darling.”                                                          
With that he reaches his hands down the front of your dress taking each breast in his hands. Your nipples are hard and he has his thumbs working them. You keep letting out soft moans, hoping this isn’t a tease.                                            
“Tell me, how is that?”                                                                                      
You let out a moan that is louder “Don’t stop. It feels so good!”                      
He takes one hand out and begins to reach up your dress.                         “Ahhhh, you have been waiting patiently.” He says as his fingers run up and down your slit. 

“Uh, Boss?” You forgot you were at his club. The voice pulls you out from your trance for a brief second.

“Moan for me.” He whispers in your ear.                                                          
He doesn’t stop, and neither do you. You keep moaning as his fingers circle your clit.
“Yes Jay!” he says sharply                                                                            
“Your business is here. What would you like me to tell them sir?”                
“That my hands are busy!!” his voice is full of sarcasm and switches back to serious in an instant. “Send them up in 3 minutes.”                                           He rams 3 of his fingers in you. Your back arches and your hands reach up to find his shoulder.
You dig your nails deep into his skin and you can hear him growl. “That’s a good girl.”  
You cum on his fingers and he licks them “So sweet darling.”                                The room is still spinning and you are trying to find your breath when he tells you “Get under my desk doll. You pass this and I might take you home with me.”                                                                                                                   You do as your told, your mind begins to race as you think you know where this is going. He sits in his chair and you can see the massive bulge in his pants. “Send them in boss?”                                                                                       “Yes Jay, send them in!” He responds quickly                                                       You take that as your cue. You start to unzip his pants as he tells them to take a seat. His dick is big. You let the spit build up in your mouth as your run your hand all over him. You can hear the other men talking but you aren’t paying attention to the words, just focusing simply on his reactions. You slowly take the tip and swirl your tongue around it, he reaches down and squeezes your arm. You keep doing it, adding more into your mouth until you cant fit anymore. You can see his eyes close almost all the way in pleasure while he keeps his focus on business. You grip the base as you nod your head up and down on him keeping your hand in sync. He grabs the back of your hair and you feel him tense, you push him as far back in your throat as you can and he lets go. He lifts your head up under the desk to look at you and nudges your mouth open with his thumb, you open up showing him what he wants to see. 

Originally posted by murderous-manipulative-angel

He bites his lip and lets a grin appear on his face. You swallow. 

The voices of the men in the room sound nervous. He nudges you from under the desk to come up. A small sense of panic sets in as well as a rush of excitement. He scoots his chair back and you can hear the men in the room shift.                                                                                                             “Excuse me men, this darling here seems to need some fresh air.”                 You get up, lightly resting your hand in his lap and he lets out a small grunt. He pulls you by the waist and sets you down in his lap. The men in the room try to not let their expressions show.                                                                       “Now say hello to my Doll here.” The men all give off weak hellos.               “Nice to meet you guys!” you say with a bit of pep.                                        
You have no idea where that even came from. He smiles at you and gives you a slap on your ass                                                                                            
“Now let me finish this up and we can head home, ok baby doll?”                
You wink at him and leave the curtain. The man in the black tuxedo is right there, grabs you by the arm gently, and has you sit in the chair by him.         “You must be Jay.”                                                                                              He nods.                                                                                                          
“So friendly! I am Katrina.” You are on could 9 right now and your voice and attitude show it.                                                                                             “Don’t get too comfortable.” That’s all he says with a stern voice.                     “Is this nor….” 

You cover your ears from the sounds of gunshots and Jay has your chair pushed in a corner with him in front of you. Jay’s composure is calm yet protective, everyone else is calm as well. You are so confused.                           “What the hell just happened?! Is he ok? Should you go check on him?! Let me go see him!!” your heart sinks. You can feel your eyes start to water.
‘I just got to meet him. I felt so good with him. Why!’ you kept asking yourself question after question. It felt like hours went by but it had only been a few minutes.
“Where is she?!” His voice is loud but emotionless                                         “Got her right here boss.”                                                                                
You push Jay out of the way and run at him, you wrap your arms around his neck.                                                                                                             
“What happened! Are you ok?!” Your voice is shaky                                          
“I am fine doll, this is business. This is what I do. What I am capable of.”         He pulls you off him and sits you down and he paces in front of you. The others up there try not to look but are definitely listening.                                               “I don’t love. Never will. I will never love you. You are merely a thing, possession, possibly an obsession one day. I can live without you, I do not need you. Do you understand that? I am not a fairy tale. You cross me and I will kill you. I am a businessman, not a family man. Do you get that baby doll?” His voice is stern, almost angry.                                                                             “Yes. I have no intention on changing you.” Your try to keep your voice strong but there are hints on weakness across your face.                                            
“If I choose you, IF I choose you. If I choose you. Baby this life ain’t easy. Like I said, I don’t need you. However, if I choose you, you will be mine. Is that clear?” He is so hard to read. His face says one but his voice says another and you can’t tell which one he is hiding behind.                                                         “Yes.”                                                                                                                 “Jay pull the car around.” He reaches for your hand and you take it.             Once you are up, he places his hand at the small of your back and leads you to the elevator. ‘What did I just do?’ You keep asking yourself. He puts his jacket around your shoulders as you exit the club. Jay pulls up in a black unmarked car. He opens the door for you both and he lets you in first. Your mind and emotions are having a hard time finding a balance. It is not silent long.         “You can call me Mr. J, or J for short. Usually you have to earn those names baby doll, but you did one hell of a job in my office.” He gives off a smirk as if he is having a flashback.                                                                                
“Ok, Mr. J.” you reply with a full smile on your face.                                    
“What shall I call you darling?”                                                                   “Katrina or Kat, since I think you earned that.” You say it with such sarcasm. “Oh. Kat.” There was a small pause. “Daddy doesn’t think you have earned enough to back talk me.”                                                                               Before I could say anything Mr. J slapped me across the face. I could taste blood. I could feel my eyes well up from shock and pain. Before I could even speak again we pulled up to his place. 

Similar to his club it was very dark and dingy on the outside. It almost looked vacant, but im sure the inside would say otherwise. Mr. J opens the door and extends his hand, I take it. I’m not sure if it was out of fear or because I was still so confused. He brings me to his side and we walk inside. His hand never leaving my back. His place is perfect. High ceilings with big, beautiful chandeliers. Bright white marble floors covered the entire house; the décor was rich and warm but still felt like him.                                                               “You’ll be sleeping in my bed, is that a problem?”                                           “Not at all Mr. J.” You reply.                                                                                   He reaches for your face and you flinch a little. He ignores it.                     “Come here.” he says he walks toward the bedroom.                                      
“Ill be right back, do not move.” He went to go turn and stopped at the door. “Are you forgetting to say something Kat?” His voice is neutral, like he is tired. “Sorry. Yes, Mr. J”                                                                                              
He turns and keeps walking. He comes back a few moments later with an ice back and a purple towel.                                                                           “Change into this, we will get your clothes and everything else in the morning ok baby?”                                                                                                     “Thank you Mr. J” You slip off the little black dress and slip on the shirt he gave you. He lets out a small growl and you feel in in your bones. ‘How can someone that just slapped me make me weak with just a noise?’ You brush off your own thoughts. You glance up at Mr. J and his eyes are fixed on you.                         “Is everything ok Mr.J, did I do something wrong?”                             “Absolutely not baby. You are just on hell of a sight.” He sounds tired now.   “May I get in bed Mr. J?”                                                                             “Please do.” His eyes still glued to you.                                                          
You lay down and face inward. Your face still felt like it had a heart beat from where he slapped you. He brushes your hair out of your face and places the ice pack wrapped in a towel gently on the side of your face. You wince at the pressure. You look at him and he looks as if he wants to say something but doesn’t. A few moments pass by and your eyes are closing.                       “Good night my sweet.” He says as he kisses my forehead, still holding the ice pack on my face.

 “Good night Mr. J.”