#Hug Fail: Ice Princess

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PARENT TRAP

A/N: single dad harry is finally here! it took me sooo long to finish this, but its finally done! so i hope you'll like it!

WORD COUNT: 16k

WARNING: sexual content, divorce

SUMMARY: Harry has been crushing on the mother of her daughter's classmate and now that she has divorced, a bake sale finally brings them together.

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Harlow is excitedly humming along to the music that’s flowing from the radio, her legs dangling from the seat, her curly ponytail bouncing with every move of her head as she follows the beat perfectly. Her daddy keeps glancing back at her through the mirror, his smile stretching wider and wider every time she gets more into the song, turning the ride to school into her own private concert. 

The little girl’s love for music is no surprise, seeing that her dad is a musician. Harry introduced her to the magical world of music way before she was even born. When she was a baby, there were only two things that could calm her down and end any tantrum she threw: her daddy’s singing and Stevie Nicks’ singing. All tears dried up in an instant as soon as she heard her favorite songs. 

It's the first day of school, Harlow is starting second grade and Harry is letting her out of his hold with a heavy heart, though it’s definitely easier than last year. Summer was filled with adventures, giggles and endless hot days spent together. Thanks to Harry’s flexible work schedule he could prioritize his most precious treasure while school was out, his daughter. Harlow spent two weeks with her mother in Chicago, Harry used that time to work like a maniac and make time for all the summer fun for him and his little princess. 

Now everything is back to its usual way, Harlow will spend her weekdays in school and Harry will return to the studio like it’s a nine to five job. 

He rolls into the school’s parking lot that’s filled with cars, parents dropping off the kids before heading into the office, so most of them are dressed nicely, while Harry is more on the comfortable side in his light-washed jeans, simple t-shirt and knitted cardigan. He has no reason to show up in a suit to record all day in the studio, staring at the panels, directing whatever singer he is working with for the day. 

“Alright, end of show,” he chuckles, turning the radio off and getting out he rounds the car to help Harlow out of her seat.

She is wearing her favorite pink dress with her new sneakers and backpack and Harry’s chest swells with pride as he watches her jump out of the car and twirl around in excitement. They walk to the entrance hand in hand, Harlow asks Harry about what’s gonna be for dinner and he promises her to make her favorite if she’ll be a good girl in school.

Students from first to fourth grade usually gather in front of the building, the teachers wait for them in the morning and they go inside together. Harry spots Harlow’s teacher, circled by a few students already, so he knows it’s time to say goodbye.

Squatting down in front of her he fixes her ponytail and then he gathers her small hands in his big ones.

“I’ll see you in the afternoon, okay?”

“Can we get ice-cream on the way home?” she suggests with a cheeky smile, that never fails to warm Harry’s heart.

“Only if you–”

“If I’m a good girl today, I know!” she sighs dramatically. “I will be good, don’t worry.”

“Okay,” he smiles. “Come here, give me a hug.”

Harlow happily throws her arms around her daddy’s neck as he embraces her in a tight hug, breathing in her sweet scent, he presses a few kisses on top of her head before finally letting her go.

“Have a great day, I love you!” he calls out as Harlow is already walking over to her classmates.

“Love you too!” she sings back with a wave and then she is busy greeting her friends she didn’t see all summer. 

Harry stands there for a bit longer, watching his daughter in complete awe. He can’t believe the tiny baby he held in his arms on the day she was born is not such an independent, smart little girl. She’s only seven, but she’s taught him so many things, he’ll be forever grateful for her. 

“Dylan, wait!” a familiar, stressed voice hits his ears and looking to his right he is witnessing another morning scene, but it’s definitely different from the one he just got to experience with Harlow.

A boy, who is around twelve years old, dressed in all black with his hoodie covering his head is marching away, but he is stopped by the request from his mother behind him, who is busy with a smaller girl.

Harry knows the woman and the little girl too, because it’s Robin, Harlow’s classmate and her mother, Y/N. He remembers, because she caught his eyes straight away at the first parents’ meeting last year. Y/N is the kind of woman who is always so put together, looks stunning, like the CEO of a very important business, but there’s also an exceptional warmth that lingers around her, that makes Harry think that she is an excellent and loving mother to her kids. 

Harry could feel himself crush on her the moment she walked into Harlow’s classroom in her pants suit and took a seat near his. He kept looking her way and felt like a school boy all over again.

This morning however, Y/N looks different. She is still gorgeous, don’t get Harry wrong, but something is off about her. She’s in a simple black dress, her attire is spotless as always, but it appears like she’s lost some weight, there are circles under her eyes and he can tell she’s been going through a stressful period probably.

Dylan, the boy, stops with an eye-roll, but doesn’t face his mother who is currently struggling to get Robin to put on her backpack properly. 

“Honey, please! I can’t carry it up to the classroom for you!” Y/N begs and the girl whines before eventually taking the straps over her shoulders. Y/N lets out a relieved sigh, fixing her shirt before pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Have a good day, I’ll pick you up after school, okay?”

“Okay,” she nods before running off to join her friends. Y/N then steps over to Dylan. They are standing just a few feet away from Harry, so he can hear their conversation, and though he knows he shouldn’t be listening in on them, he just can’t help it. 

“How long are you gonna be grumpy?” she asks, walking around the boy to look at him. She reaches out to fix the zipper on his hoodie, but he yanks away from her touch. Harry sees the hurt on her face, but she is great at masking it.

“Can I go?” Dylan asks, not even looking at his mom.

“Can I get a hug?”

“Mom, no!” he whines. “My friends are over there!”

“And you think they don’t hug their mom?”

“Not in public!” he retorts. Y/N clenches her jaw and decides to just let it go.

“Alright. I’ll pick you and Robin up after school, okay? Have a good day.”

“Bye,” he mumbles and walks over to his group of friends without even looking at his mother.

Y/N stands there and Harry could feel her disappointment and sadness, even as an outsider. It seems like Dylan has just reached the gates of puberty, which came with an immense amount of hate towards his parents, or at least his mother. His heart breaks for her, because something is telling him she did nothing to deserve to be treated like this, but pre-teens are just impossible sometimes. 

For a moment he thinks about walking up to her and asking if she’s okay, but right when the thought is about to turn into action, she looks down at her watch and realizes how late it is.

“Oh shit,” she mumbles and turning around she runs back to her car, jumps in and drives away in a hurry. 

Harry glances at the kids one last time, they are heading inside and he spots Harlow with Robin. He smiles and then slowly walks back to his car.

Of course, Harlow gets ice-cream when Harry picks her up after school. They stop by the park too and then head home to make dinner. She tells him all about her day and while Harry cooks she is on FaceTime with Frankie, her mom. 

Co-parenting is now as easy as breathing air, they’ve been doing it for almost five years now. People tend to find it odd that Harlow lives with her dad and visits Frankie three times a year for longer periods, once in the summer, once in winter break and once in the spring usually. Between these occasions Frankie tends to visit too on weekends whenever she has the time. 

She is a doctor, her working hours are crazy and she knew it well when she and Harry decided to part ways. Harry has always been the flexible one and they both knew he would be more stable when it comes to raising Harlow. 

They might not be married anymore, but they still have love for each other and want to focus on what matters: Harlow.

“Daddy, here,” she runs into the kitchen with Harry’s phone in hand.

“Thank you, Love. Put it on the table, please. Food is almost ready.”

“Dad, did you and mom get a divorce?” she asks, taking her usual seat at the dining table, waiting for her dinner patiently. Harry stops for a moment, afraid where this might go, but he promised himself to always be honest with her.

“Yes. Years ago. Why?”

“Robin said her parents got a divorce too.”

His ears perk up, remembering the scene he witnessed this morning. He grabs two plates and pills them with pasta.

“Really? Is she sad about it?”

“Kind of. She’s just sad her dad moved out. She said her brother wanted to live with him, but their mom didn’t let him.”

“Hmm, I’m sure she has her reasons,” he says, placing the food on the table as he joins her. “So they are living with their mom now?”

“Yeah. Their dad visits every second weekend.”

“That sounds great.”

A divorce would very well explain the change he noticed about Y/N. The weightloss, the stress on her face, the circles under her eyes, it must have been challenging, managing a divorce and adjusting to becoming a single parent. Harry can’t help, but wonder what resulted in the end of her marriage. 

“Be nice to Robin, okay? She is going through a tough time,” he softly says.

“We’re friends,” Harlow smiles proudly.

“You are? That’s great,” he smiles back and leaning over he presses a kiss to the crown of her head. 

That night, when Harlow is sleeping Harry can’t help but let his curiosity take over. Sitting by his desk he pulls up the list of Harlow’s classmate’s names the teacher sent out last year and he looks up Robin’s name, her mom’s name and phone number next to it. Every parent got this list for emergencies, but Harry now uses it for something entirely different. 

He types Y/N’s name into the search bar and scrolls through the results. Not everything is relevant, but a few links down he finds an article from last year that mentions her name and when he opens it he is met with a photo of her, so he knows he is at the right place. Harry finds out that she is an architect and she worked on some quite prestigious projects in the past, she is obviously good at what she is doing. 

He falls down the rabbithole and looks up anything he can find about her. She has an introduction page on her company’s website, then he finds himself hopping over to social media and though it takes some time, he manages to find an Instagram page that, for his luck, is public. There are just a handful of photos from the past six years, but Harry thoroughly examines them all.

Y/N with a group of her friends, old pictures of Robin from when she was a toddler, but her face is never revealed, Dylan is seen in some too, there are some pictures of a lake and the same two dogs a few times and Harry wonders if they are hers or maybe a relative’s. A couple of selfies where she looks just as gorgeous as now and then there are the pictures with her husband.

Or ex husband, to be exact. 

There are only three pictures, one at what appeared to be a wedding, one at some kind of dinner and one with the kids. It’s the last one where he is pictured and it’s from over a year ago. No trace of the man since then, and she doesn’t have a lot of other photos either, she hasn’t updated her profile in what appears to be months. 

Harry is not quite the nosy type, but this time, he is dying to know more about Y/N and the lack of information is eating him away. He goes back and forth between the pictures where she can be seen and the longer he is staring at them the more he wants to know. 

He is not an expert in social media, so as he is stalking her profile he accidentally taps on the follow button and when he realizes, his stomach drops. 

“Fuck,” he breathes out and his first instinct is to unfollow her, but he knows that she probbaly has the notification sitting on her lockscreen, so there’s no use. At last, he just curses himself out and accepts it. 

To stop himself from making it worse, he goes offline and gets ready to go to bed so he doesn’t feel like absolute shit in the morning. His phone lies discarded on his nightstand in the meantime and he doesn’t notice the new notification until he is in bed and wants to set an alarm for the morning. He’s surprised to see a notification from Instagram about a new follower.

Y/N has followed him back.

Reuniting with Harlow in the afternoon is Harry’s favorite part of the day. Seeing his little girl running towards him and jumping into his arms is something he wishes to experience every day for the rest of his life, though he knows these occasions are numbered so he is drinking up every moment of it. 

Today is no different, Harlow starts sprinting towards Harry the moment she spots him, a toothy grin stretched across her rosy cheeks as she practically smashes against her daddy.

“Hi dad!” she giggles as he lifts her up from the ground easily, holding her in one arm, his free hand taking her backpack off her shoulders. He doesn’t notice, but some moms around them yearningly watch as he holds his daughter with ease, some are having gentle thoughts about their father-daughter bond, but some are definitely hiding dirty fantasies about the single dad who is a well-liked figure among the mothers. Most of the time Harry doesn’t even process the stares he gets, and when he does, he chooses to ignore them.

“Hey Princess, how was your day?” he asks, carrying her towards the car. 

“Good. How was your day?” she asks back.

“I missed you,” he sighs dramatically, earning a kiss on the cheek from the girl in his arm.

“Do you just sit around all day and miss me?” she sassily asks and Harry barks out a laugh as he puts her down so she can climb into the car.

“That’s exactly what I do while you’re at school,” he grins, strapping her in before taking his seat behind the wheel.

“Oh, I have news for you, dad,” Harlow announces, as they are slowly inching their way out of the full parking lot.

“Yeah? Tell me!”

“We’re having a bake sale soon and I signed you up!”

“Oh, wow!” he smiles. He doesn’t mind helping out and baking is actually a hobby of his.

“And this year parents are pairing up for it so I signed you up with Robin’s mom!” she adds and Harry almost steps on the break hearing this little detail. 

“Robin’s mom? Really?” he asks with wide eyes.

“Yeah,” she nods, oblivious to why her dad is so shocked about it. 

Harry thinks about how he followed her on Instagram the other day, the panic he felt and then seeing her follow him back even though they haven’t really talked, he faintly remembers them exchanging a few words at a parents’ meeting, but nothing more. Now they will have to bake together. 

It will either go painfully awkwardly, or something good might come out of it. He’ll have to wait and see.

He is in the studio when he gets a text from a number he doesn’t recognize. He sees the screen lighting up, but he is in the middle of a session so he discards it until they go on a short break. When he finally has the time to have a look at it, excitement rushes through his veins.

UNKNOWN: Hey! It’s Y/N, Robin’s mom from Harlow’s class. Apparently we were signed up together to bake for the bake sale. Maybe we could meet up for a coffee sometime to plan out what we’re gonna do!

Harry is quick to type a response back.

HARRY: Sure! I’m flexible, whenever it’s good for you, I’ll make it work!

He doesn’t expect a fast reply since he didn’t answer straight away and he imagines she’s busy at work, but his phone lights up just seconds later.

Y/N: Great! :) Tomorrow at one?

HARRY: Perfect. :)

They exchange a few more texts about the place and then the conversation ends, they both go back to their day. And Harry is looking forward to meeting her as if it was Christmas coming up.

It’s not a date.

He keeps reminding himself, but it feels like he is getting ready for a date. The first one in what feels like a century. It’s also his first crush, dating and pursuing women in general hasn’t been on his agenda since before he started dating Frankie, which was over a decade ago. Even after his marriage ended, he was so focused on Harlow and his work that he simply didn’t have time to meet women and go out on dates. 

But this is not a date.

He is just meeting a woman for coffee to talk about baking. 

He leaves the studio a little earlier than needed so he is not late. The café they chose is near Y/N’s workplace, since she only has an hour to spare before she needs to be in a meeting. Walking in he scans over the menu and orders a simple black coffee along with two muffins before taking a seat at a table.

Y/N arrives not even five minutes later. She strolls in wearing a blue pants suit, her purse in one hand, phone in the other as she looks around and eventually spots Harry.

“Hi! Have you been here for long?” she asks, checking the time, but she arrived perfectly on time.

“No, just a few minutes,” Harry smiles at her standing up from the table to greet her, though there’s a pause as neither of them knows how to. Handshake? Kiss on the cheek? Hug? 

At last they meet for a short, kind of half hug before she sets her purse down on the other chair.

“I’ll get a coffee and then we can talk.”

Harry watches her walk up to the counter, she asks for a latte and then types away on her phone while waiting. She looks a tiny bit more collected than the last time he saw her, but he can tell she’s had less stressful days before. When she returns to the table she places her phone facing down and turns all of her attention to Harry.

“Harry, I’ll be honest with you, I’m terrible at baking,” she admits first thing with a chuckle. 

“Well, then we might be a great duo, because I’m actually pretty good at it.”

“Oh, then you’re my hero,” she chuckles. “I’ll be honest, I wasn’t the happiest when Robin said she signed me up, life has been… a bit hectic lately, baking stands after the last thing on my list,” she huffs. “But I’m glad I don’t have to do it alone,” she adds with a small smile. 

“It’ll be fun! The girls can have a playdate in the meantime.”

“Ah, that would be amazing,” she sighs in relief. “When is the bake sale?” 

“Um, on the tenth, in two weeks, I think.”

“Alright, I guess we should make everything fresh, right?”

“That would be ideal,” he nods.

“Great. Would you mind it if we did it at my place? I don’t have anywhere to put my son and I really don’t want to leave him home alone,” she sighs.

“Sure, no problem.”

“I promise I have everything we need despite my poor baking skills,” she jokes. “But Dylan is…”

“Y/N, no need to explain. I’m happy to go over so you don’t have to worry about him.”

“Thank you.”

They discuss what they plan to bake and what ingredients they’ll need and how they will split the shopping part. Harry finds it that Y/N is easy to talk to and she tries her best to be flexible and work together with him the best way possible.

“Okay, so muffins, chocolate chip cookies and brownies it is. We’re playing it safe,” she chuckles, summarizing their plan. “Gosh, muffins used to be Dylan’s favorite, but I feel like he would scream at me if I gave them any,” she huffs and Harry notices the sadness that flashes through her face.

“Um, I’m not trying to be nosy and we practically just met, but Harlow mentioned that Robin told her you just got divorced? I’m sure it’s been a tough time and I’m sorry too, going through a divorce is challenging even if you part ways in peace.”

The smile fades from her lips as she looks down at her drink with a tiny nod.

“You’re divorced too?” she asks.

“Yeah.”

She stays silent and stares into her drink that’s half empty by now. Folding her arms over her chest she lets out a shaky breath.

“Does it get better?” she asks and there’s so much behind those simple words and Harry can feel the weight of them. Harry reaches over and places a warm hand on her arm, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“It does. I know it seems like you’re stuck now, or even going backwards, but you’ll get through it.”

Their eyes meet and hold each other’s gaze for a few heartbeats and in that moment they both leave that café and enter somewhere safe and hopeful. Then the barista calls out someone’s name for their order and the moment is gone. Harry clears his throat and busies himself with his empty cup before they venture to another, lighter topic. 

They sit around for a little longer, just like two friends talking over a nice coffee, but then it’s time for Y/N to go back to the office.

“Harry, it’s been so nice! I’m not really friends with any of the moms from Robin’s class, but I feel like we’ll be a good team,” she smirks as Harry opens the door for her and they step out of the café.

“I’m not really friends with anyone either,” he smiles softly.

“What? I thought moms are fighting for your attention,” she barks out a laugh, but Harry just furrows his eyebrows, tilting his head as he looks back at her. “Come on, you’re known as the hot dad around school grounds.”

His eyebrows raise at her blunt comment and she realizes he’s been truly oblivious to the stares and whispers behind his back from mothers that don’t get what they want from their husband. 

“Oh wow, sorry, this is awkward now,” she chuckles nervously, realizing it might have been weird to hear it.

“No worries, I was just… not aware that I’m even known,” he chuckles. 

“You haven’t noticed the stares? Mothers ogle you like crazy whenever you pick Harlow up.”

“I’m usually more focused on her,” he admits bashfully. “So I’m the hot dad. Good to know.”

It’s obvious that Y/N feels awkward that she was the one who delivered the news to him, but Harry finds it cute, the way she bites into her bottom lip.

“I really need to get back now. I’ll see you soon, I guess,” she switches quickly, checking the time. 

“Sure, have a great day, Y/N,” he smiles and he pulls her into a short hug before they part ways. 

Harry thinks about how it felt like when she was pressed up against his chest, even if it was just for one second.

“Okay, I might have gone a little overboard with the decoration,” Harry admits, as Y/N is inspecting the millions of sprinkles, candies and chocolate chips on the counter, laughing happily like a little kid.

“No, this is amazing!” she chuckles. “They will turn out amazing!”

Harry blushes and he’s glad she doesn’t find it weird how overboard he went with the shopping. He’s been looking forward to their work together, mostly because he couldn’t wait to see Y/N again, but he was also excited about the baking part. 

Harlow and Robin are in the living room, watching The Little Mermaid and playing, Dylan is hiding somewhere in his bedroom and the adults are taking over the kitchen. Y/N is in a more casual outfit, but she still took his breath away when she opened the door and welcomed them. In a pair of loose jeans and a simple, gray sweater, she still looks incredibly stylish and put-together. 

“Alright, you’re the boss today, I’m just assisting,” she smiles, one hand on her hip, the other one on the counter. Harry thinks about how badly he wants to grab her by her waist and pull her in for a kiss, so he gulps hard, forcing himself to focus on the baking. 

“Okay. Then let’s start with the cookies.”

They find their rhythm easily, Harry is moving around in her kitchen as if it’s not his first time here and Y/N does everything he asks her perfectly. They are, indeed, an amazing team. While they work they talk and laugh and have a blast, as if they’ve been good friends since forever.

When it’s time to decorate they ask the girls to help them and they happily cover everything in sprinkles, going all out with the supplies Harry bought. 

Once everything is done, they box them up so they can easily take them to the school tomorrow. It’s still not too late and the girls are having so much fun that the parents decide to let the playdate last a little longer, so they share some iced tea and have a chat sitting by the kitchen island. It’s all fun and joy until Dylan comes down to drink something. He marches into the kitchen, ees glued to the ground, ignoring everyone else as he walks over to the fridge.

“Dylan, say hi to Harry. You didn’t even come down to greet our guests,” Y/N tells him, earning the most annoyed groan Harry has ever heard. 

The boy stops and turns around standing like a stone, clearly irritated that someone even said a word to him. 

“Hi,” he grumbles before turning back to the fridge right away to grab himself a can of coke.

“Dylan, no coke after six, you know the rule,” Y/N warns him, to which he just tosses the can back and slams the fridge shut. 

Harry can feel the tension spiking and he’s quietly observing the scene in front of him.

“Drink some water, or there’s some tea left in the–”

“I don’t want tea or water, I want coke!” he whines. “Dad lets me drink coke whenever I want!”

“Well, then I’ll need to have a chat with your father,” Y/N comments under her breath. “Water, Dylan. Drink water,” she repeats, the boy rolls his eyes and grabs a bottle of water before storming out of the kitchen. “God, this is a disaster, I’m sorry,” she groans, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“No need to apologize. You both are going through a tough time.”

“But it feels way worse than what I was expecting. I knew it would be hard, but… And Will is absolutely no partner in the process, he is trying to play the victim, like I’m the monster for destroying our family when he is the one who fuck three women in the past two years.”

Harry’s eyes widen at the blunt information about her marriage and though he never met this Will guy, he knows he is a total idiot. He has to be if he cheated on a woman like Y/N with three different women.

“Wow, that sounds… awful,” Harry admits truthfully. “How did you… May I ask how you found out?”

“He accidentally paid for a romantic getaway with the wrong card and I saw everything he paid for, the hotel, the food and drinks and of course, the couple's massage. He was supposed to be at a conference that weekend. I did some digging after that and then confronted him. He tried to deny it, but it’s hard to play innocent when I have proof. He moved out the next day and I filed for a divorce a week later. This was in January, but it got official in the summer.”

“What took so long?”

“He’s been a real bitch about it,” she rolls her eyes. “He really tried to make it look like I threw him out heartlessly and he was convinced he deserves a second chance. Maybe I would have considered it if it was just a one time thing. But it was several women on several occasions. This was not just a slip up, he came home these past two years knowing damn well that he chose to do this. Of course I don’t want anything to do with him after that.”

“Understandable,” Harry nods in agreement.

“Well, he thinks otherwise and it’s been his hobby to make me miserable. We agreed not to tell the kids what he did, I don’t want them to turn against him, he’s still their father, but apparently, Will is not mature enough to do the same. He’s been trying to lure the kids closer to him and away from me, so he is the ultimate good cop. He lets them do anything and everything, pizza for breakfast, candies all the time, he takes them to every damn movie they wanna see, and then I’m the bad one who tries to regulate their fun.”

“I assume Dylan prefers to be with his dad.”

“Of course,” she rolls her eyes again, clearly frustrated over the situation, but there’s not much she can do about it. “I’m suddenly the enemy. Dylan only knows that we decided to get a divorce, but he doesn’t know why. All he experiences is his dad being the coolest guy ever and his mom being a bitter bitch,” she groans and looking down at her drink she obviously wishes it had alcohol in it. “Sometimes I just wanna tell him how big of an asshole his dad is, but I’m really trying to be the bigger person here,” she sighs.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” is all Harry could say. 

“It’s not your fault,” she shrugs with a soft, but tired smile. “How about you?”

“Me?”

“You’re divorced as well, right? How did that go?”

“Oh, it was surprisingly peaceful. It was a mutual decision, we fell out of love. If I’m being honest, we rushed into that marriage way too fast.”

“So you’re on good terms?”

“Yeah. We try to make it work, focus on Harlow and what’s best for her.”

“That must be amazing, being partners even when you’re not married anymore,” she sighs dreamily. “I never thought I would say something like this, but I’m jealous of your divorce!” she chuckles, trying to lighten the mood.

“It’ll get easier. He can’t be an asshole forever, it’s too tiring,” he jokes.

“Oh, you don’t know Will. Being an asshole is in his genes,” she snorts with a laugh.

The bake sale is always a big success and this is Harry’s first time as a seller. Now that Y/N has pointed it out for him that other moms usually ogle him, he can actively feel the stares on him, so it could easily be an awkward event for him, but he is focusing on Y/N next to him behind their little stand. Their baked goods are selling great, especially the brownies, so they clear their stand in no time, just lingering around, socializing with the other parents though when no one is listening they agree that it’s not really their crowd. 

“Maybe we should open a bakery,” Harry jokes as they are packing up their stand at the end of the bake sale. 

“You should, but I’m not sure I should leave my career for baking,” she chuckles.

“What are you talking about? You were great at measuring the ingredients,” he smirks, bumping his hip against his. 

“Alright, okay, I’ll join you,” she smiles bashfully. 

Harry helps with the now empty boxes, loading them into Y/N’s car and they call out for the girls who are running around in front of the building, letting them know it’s time to leave. All he can think about is how this could be the last time he is seeing Y/N for a long time and that he wants to spend more time with her. If he had the guts he would ask her out, but he’s not even sure if she’s ready to date or even wants to date at this point.

“Um, maybe we could have playdates more often. The girls seem to be good friends,” Harry suggests, glancing over at Robin and Harlow, who are making their way towards the cars, still playing around happily.

“Sure! That sounds great, I’m sure they’ll be happy to spend more time together,” she nods smiling. 

“And you know, if you need help with anything, you can call me. I know how hard it is to do it all alone, I’m happy to help, even if it’s just maybe picking Robin up. I’m always the one getting Harlow, it’s no big deal if I take them both.”

“Really?” she asks and he can see the gratitude in her eyes.

“Of course.”

“That would be… amazing, thank you!” 

She surprises him with a warm, friendly hug and he can feel that they’ve just gotten closer to each other in every kind of way. It’s a tiny, fleeting moment, but it burns into Harry’s memories probably forever.

They don’t talk for a couple of days, carrying on with their separate lives. It’s about a week later when Y/N calls Harry in the middle of the day, luckily, he can pick it up right away.

“Hey, what’s up?” he asks, leaning against the wall in the studio’s hallway. 

“Hey, um…Can I ask you a favor?”

“Sure, of course!”

“Can you pick Robin up today? I have a little situation with Dylan and I’m not sure I’ll make it in time to pick her up.”

“No worries, but is everything alright?”

“Not really,” she sighs. “He got into a fight today and Will picked him up, because I couldn’t answer the phone when the school called me, so I need to get him now from his father.”

“Oh, I see. Don’t worry about Robin, the girls will be just fine while you focus on Dylan. Do you want me to drop her off at yours when you’re home?”

“No, I’ll just pick her up, don’t want you to drive her around, you’re already doing me a huge favor.”

“You sure? It’s no problem.”

“Positive,” she chuckles softly. “Thank you Harry.”

Harry wishes it wasn’t an emergency that connected them again, but he’s glad Y/N felt safe enough to reach out to him when she needed help. When he’s done with work he heads to the school as usual, but this time, two little chatty girls end up on the backseat of the car.

“Is Robin sleeping over tonight?” Harlow asks in excitement.

“No, Honey. Her mom will pick her up later.”

“Why couldn’t she pick me up?” Robin asks, but she doesn’t seem disappointed that her mother was absent.

“Something came up, but everything is alright, don’t worry. You guys can work on your homework together.”

The girls are being angels, Harry cuts some apples for them while they work on their homework by the kitchen island while he starts preparing for dinner. He has just set the table when he sees a car pulling up on their driveway and Harry watches Y/N walk up to their front door.

“Hi,” he greets her, opening the door for her before she could even ring the doorbell. 

“Hi, I hope it’s not too late,” she breathes out, stepping inside.

“No, don’t worry about it. The girls finished their homework, we were just about to have dinner, want to stay?”

“Would love to, but Dylan is in the car and I’m not sure I can get him out of there,” she sighs, shaking her head. “But thank you so much for everything, Harry. You saved me.”

“No problem, I told you, I’m happy to help.”

Robin says goodbye to Harlow and Y/N grabs her backpack as they head out to the car. She runs ahead while Y/N turns back to Harry one last time.

“Dylan is spending the weekend with Will. Maybe we could meet up with the girls? We like to go to the park on Saturday.”

“That sounds amazing,” Harry nods, excited to have the opportunity to see her again soon.

“Okay, then I’ll text you later. And again, thank you,” she repeats herself before pulling him into a quick hug. He doesn’t even have the time to put his arms around her before she’s already jogging towards the car.

He leans against the doorframe and Harlow runs up next to him, waving at them as the car backs out of the driveway, Dylan sitting in the back with the most hurt look Harry has ever seen while Robin is happily waving back at her friend. Y/N smiles at Harry through the window one last time before they roll down the street and disappear.

“Here,” Harry softly hands Y/N her coffee as he returns to the park from the café across the road. 

“Thank you, how much–”

“Don’t even try to pay me back,” he chuckles as he sits on the bench beside her, taking a sip from his simple, black coffee. The girls are taking over the playground, it’s a beautiful day and Harry is glad Harlow can spend so much time outside. 

“So, do you want to talk about what happened this week?” Harry carefully asks. He doesn’t want to be nosy, just trying to be the support Y/N might need, though he is also dying to know more about her, regarding anything in her life.

Y/N exhales slowly, her eyes following the girls around as she fidgets with the lid of her coffee cup.

“Dylan apparently got into a fight at school. No one really saw what happened, the teacher just caught him punching another boy. He was sent to the principal and then they tried to call me to pick him up, because they decided to send him home for the rest of the day. But I was in a meeting and couldn’t answer, so they called Will. He then went in, the principal told him what happened and that Dylan might have to see the school’s advisor a few times after the incident. Will then took him home and when I called him on my way from work he basically said that I’m a terrible mother, because I wasn’t available when my son needed me.”

Harry can feel his anger rising, but he bites his tongue and lets Y/N finish before he puts in his two cents. 

“It was just thirty minutes. Thirty minutes later I was already sprinting out of work, I don’t think that’s too late, of course I can’t drop everything instantly, I have a job and a boss, I can’t just come and go whenever I want to!”

“There’s nothing wrong with that, Y/N.”

“Right?” She sighs. “Anyway, I went to Will’s, fully prepared to have a talk with Dylan about his actions, I had a little speech ready and all that. Then I arrived and I ended up being lectured! This… fucker… had the nerve to lash out on me for not answering the phone when the school called me, he was praising himself for dropping everything instantly and picking Dylan up right away. It’s easy to do that when you’re your own boss in a business that barely makes any profit,” she scoffs. “We got into a fight, Dylan heard most of it and all he understood was that I apparently made a mistake so now he wants to spend every weekend with Will.”

“Can he do that? I mean, don’t you have an agreement?”

“I was stupid enough not to limit how much Will can see them, I thought I was doing the right thing, but it’s biting me in the ass.”

“So what are you gonna do now?”

“I have no idea,” she chuckles bitterly. “If I keep Dylan away from his dad he’ll just hate me more. But if I let him spend more time with him, the same thing will happen, because Will is working harder than the devil to turn him against me. It’s an impossible situation.”

“Has he always been this close with his dad or is it just the divorce that brought them together?”

“I always had a feeling Will prefered Dylan over Robin. Which is just fucked up, you don’t choose between your kids. But he never really knew how to deal with a girl, so he spent more time with Dylan. They both like playing video games, so they’ve been bonding over that lately. I guess Dylan feels closer to him because they have more in common and he always looked up to Will. I never thought this would turn out as a disadvantage.”

She looks down at her coffee, deep in her thoughts before taking a sip and finally turning to face Harry. 

“It’s such a mess, right? I’m a mess.”

“You’re not a mess, Y/N. You’re doing everything you can to get through it, so don’t blame yourself. Will should grow up and be your partner for the sake of the kids.”

“We haven’t been separated for a whole year, but I can’t even believe we were once married,” she groans, her head falling back for a moment. Then, as if she realized something, she looks at Harry. “I’m sorry for always dumping my drama on you, this must be annoying.”

“Y/N, I asked you,” he chuckles. “I’m happy to listen, to help, anything you need.”

“You’re such a nice man, Harry,” she sighs. “I’m sure you haven’t been having any problem with dating since your divorce.”

“There’s no problem, because I don’t really date,” he admits with an awkward chuckle.

“What?” her eyes widen. “You’re just joking, right?”

“No,” he shakes his head with a shrug. “It’s not really my priority. I spend most of my free time with Harlow, I just… never got around to get myself out there, I guess.”

“But do you want to?”

“Ideally, I don’t want to be alone forever. I’m not against dating, I’m just not looking actively.”

“Hmm… I get it. It’s just shocking that women are not throwing themselves at you everywhere you go,” she snorts out a laugh before taking another sip from her coffee. 

“Because I’m the hot dad?” he jokes.

“Well, duh!” she laughs. 

“You keep calling me hot, I might think that you’re into me, Y/N.”

She almost chokes at his comment, which just entertains him even more, he likes how nervous she got over his comment.

“I-I’m not trying to– I mean you’re… Oh God.”

“Relax,” he laughs, placing a hand on hers for a moment. “I was just messing with you.”

“God, I hate you,” she chuckles, bumping her shoulder against his.

“I hope you don’t, because I actually like you.”

There’s a switch in the conversation thanks to Harry’s little confession, but he just couldn’t keep it in any longer. She seems surprised, but pleasantly at his words, staring back at him with wide eyes.

“It’s hard not to like you,” he adds with a shy smile. “And if you think I’m the hot dad then I can admit that you’re a hot mom.”

“Oh my God, you’re gonna make me giggle like a little girl,” she laughs, covering her mouth. 

“I’m sorry, I just couldn’t bite my tongue any longer,” he chuckles, looking down at his hands in his lap. “Just thought I would share. I’m not expecting anything to change, I know you have enough on your plate now.”

“I like you too, Harry,” she admits and his heart is soaring. “I’m just not sure I’m ready to take this step with anyone at the moment.”

“I completely understand. I’m happy to be just friends,” he reassures her kindly. She smiles at him with gratitude in her eyes, this moment means a lot to both of them in many different ways.

They sit in silence for a couple of minutes, watching the girls play around the swings and then she’s the first one to speak up. 

“Did we just admit that we’re crushing on each other?” she asks with a grin.

“I guess so, yeah,” he nods, mirroring her expression. 

“This felt like middle school all over again.”

“You want me to pull your hair?” he teases her, making her laugh out loud.

“Ah, I’m okay without that, thank you. But it was… refreshing. I haven’t felt like this in a long time.”

“Glad I could be the one who brought the feeling back to you,” Harry smiles at her sweetly, bumping his shoulder against hers.

They fall into a rhythm. Constantly texting throughout the day, sharing pictures randomly, helping each other out whenever it’s needed, their bond strengthening along the way. It’s not just Y/N’s messy situation they talk about, but anything and everything. 

And Harry can feel himself falling.

He’s patient, though. He knows he needs to wait and let Y/N heal and figure things out before she could get back to dating and when that moment finally comes, Harry will be there waiting for her. 

She truly surprises him when she takes the first step out of the friend zone.

“So, what are you doing this weekend?” she asks when they are randomly talking on the phone one evening. Originally, Y/N called to ask for some help with homework, because Robin didn’t remember what exactly needed to be done, but it soon turned into some private chit-chatting.

“Not much, Harlow is having a sleepover at my mum’s, so I’ll be alone for most of the weekend.”

“That’s great, because my kids are gonna be away too, so I thought we could do something that doesn’t include a playground, homework or kids meal,” she chuckles and just the sound of it brings a smile to Harry’s face. Harry is about to answer when she adds at last: “It could be a date.”

“A date?” he breathes out.

“Yeah. If you want it to be. It’s fine if we just hang out as friends, I don’t–”

“It’s a date,” he reassures her and he can almost feel her relief over the phone. 

“Great.” Harry knows she’s smiling on the other end of the call, he can tell. 

“Alright, then I’ll plan everything out. Saturday?”

“Saturday sounds amazing.”

Harry wants this date to be as perfect as possible. It’s not just his first date with Y/N, but also her first date since her divorce. He wants her to feel secure, comfortable and cared for, so she doesn’t feel like she made a mistake.

Therefore, he pays extra attention to tailor this date to her liking. 

It’s nothing out of the ordinary, they go to a gallery, then grab dinner and take a walk, but his attention to the details is what makes it outstanding. He remembered Y/N saying how much she loves contemporary art, but she hasn’t had the time to go to any galleries these past years, so Harry takes her to a promising young artist’s exhibition which she absolutely adores, so the evening starts out perfectly. 

Then they have dinner at an Indian place Y/N once mentioned. She used to go there often with her parents so it’s a piece of nostalgia for her that brings back some precious memories. The food is amazing, they talk like old friends and the conversation flows naturally, there’s no awkwardness, no weird silences. It’s simply perfect. 

As the last stop of the date he takes her to a hidden little park and of course, he’s got reasons for that as well.

“How come I never knew there’s a park around here? We live so close!” she chuckles.

“Because it’s kind of… private,” he smiles as he stops at a massive gate that appears to be just a simple driveway, so Y/N is looking at him confused. 

“We’re not gonna get in trouble for this, right? I don’t want to run from the cops,” she chuckles as Harry opens up the gate just enough so they can go inside.

“Don’t worry, I got permission to go inside, I know the owner,” he grins, holding out a hand for her that she gladly takes and they walk in, the gate sliding closed behind them.

“What is this place?”

“I worked with a guy about a year ago, he is an amazing musician and producer. His wife is French and comes from the countryside where her family had this massive mansion with the most beautiful garden.”

As they walk further Y/N finally gets a glimpse of the breathtaking yard that’s hidden from the outside, flowers and greenery everywhere she looks, a dreamy fountain in the middle with a naked female figure serving as the most beautiful gem of the garden. 

“She would talk about how much she misses the garden when they moved here, so he surprised her with this. Her own little piece of her home. And see the fountain?” he asks, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. 

“Yeah, it’s beautiful.”

“It’s a replica of the one they had in France.”

“Oh my, this is the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard!” she gasps as they slowly walk around the garden. 

They wander around, feeling like they have entered a whole new world, the stars shining bright above them and the millions of flowers surrounding them, the gentle splashing of the water coming from the fountain that Y/N keeps staring at, because it’s simply the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen. 

Harry is proud of himself, Y/N hasn’t stopped smiling all evening, so he knows tonight turned out just as he planned. He felt rusty at the beginning, he can’t even remember the last time he was on a proper date, but this was a good start for the both of them.

It’s quite late by the time Harry takes her home, but neither of them truly wants the evening to end. 

“I had an amazing time, Harry. Thank you,” she smiles up at him as they reach her home.

“Does this mean we can do it again sometime?”

“Definitely,” she chuckles. 

Then comes the first awkward moment of the night. It’s not even that awful, it’s just that Harry’s not sure how far he can go. He’s been thinking about kissing her all evening, but he doesn’t want to cross any lines and push her too much. 

“Harry?” she breathes out as they stand just a foot apart.

“Yeah?”

“You can kiss me. I-I mean if you want, I don’t–”

He doesn’t need more, crossing the distance left between them he presses his lips against his, circling his arms around her waist as he pulls her into his embrace. It’s the perfect ending for a perfect date and Harry knows he’ll have a hard time from now on to behave around Y/N, knowing how she tastes, what her lips feel like against his and how her tiny moans sound. They devour each other, it feels like years worth of drought is washed away and they experience a kind of passion neither of them thought they would feel again. 

It’s hard to hold back and not take it as far as possible. Harry is aching to get, feel and taste more of her, but he knows he needs to slow down. Every fiber in his body is screaming not to stop, but his consciousness is awake enough to draw the line. He pulls back, though he goes in for a few more kisses before forcing himself to stop before he can’t control himself. 

Y/N buries her face into the crook of his neck as they stay like that, wrapped in each other’s arms, bathing in the comfort and warmth of this significant moment. Harry can’t stop himself from pressing a few soft kisses to her forehead, wishing he could do this every day, whenever he wants to. 

The moments stretch long, but eventually they let go of each other, not too willingly thought.

“I hope you don’t regret going on a date with the hot dad,” Harry cheekily smirks.

“Not at all,” she chuckles. “It was easily the best date I’ve ever been on.”

“Damn, it’ll be hard to outdo it next time,” he sighs, making her laugh.

“Sorry,” she grins, but there’s no remorse in her reaction.

“Alright, enjoy the rest of your kids-free weekend,” Harry smiles as he starts backing away, but then steps back to her once more, stealing one last kiss. “Okay, bye!” he sighs, forcing himself to walk away.

“Bye Harry!” she chuckles.

The upcoming week turns out quite hectic for the both of them. Y/N got a new project at work and as always, she has her hands full of her kids. Harry’s pretty busy too, he promised to help her mum paint her kitchen, so whenever he’s not at work or spending time with Harlow, he’s over at his mum’s home with a roll attached to his hands. 

They don’t get to see each other in person and though talking on the phone and constantly texting is great too, neither of them can stop thinking about how good their date was, spending time alone, in person. 

It’s a total coincidence they arrive at the school at the same time on Friday.

Harry spots Y/N first as she is walking towards the building from the parking lot, typing away on her phone in her usual work attire. As sappy as it sounds, his heart skips a beat at the sight of her, he’s been thinking about her a lot all week and now she is right there in front of her. 

Leaning against a pillar he watches her with a cheeky smile, waiting for her to notice him. She looks up from her phone and at first, her gaze rushes over him, but then her eyes bounce back on him and a wide smile stretches across her face.

“Lovely to see you here, Miss Y/L/N,” Harry smirks and pushing himself away from the pillar he steps closer to her and dares to press a tiny kiss to her cheek. She doesn’t seem to mind the affection at all.

“Mr. Styles,” she smiles bashfully. “How are you?”

“I’m good. A little tired. How about you?”

“Same,” she sighs, folding her arms over her chest.

“How is the situation with Dylan and Will?”

“Eh, it’s fine. Though it feels like the calm before the storm, I’m afraid.”

Harry nods with a hum just when the doors open and kids start to flow out of the building. 

“When will you be kids-free next?” Harry asks in a hurry, his eyes snapping to her just for a moment before searching for Harlow in the sea of students. 

“Um, maybe next weekend. But maybe we could have lunch sometime next week?” she suggests and he nods eagerly.

“Would love that.”

“Daddy!” He hears the most beautiful voice and moments later Harlow jumps into his arms.

“Hey princess, how was your day?” he chuckles, adjusting her in his hold.

“Great!”

“That’s good,” he hums, smiling. Glancing to the side Harry sees as Robin hugs Y/N and a few moments later Dylan marches out of the building, joining them. Y/N looks at him for one last moment, they exchange a quick smile and then part ways. 

Lunch together doesn’t happen. Days go by and they can’t get the schedule to match, there’s always something happening, life gets in the way, but it doesn’t change the way Harry feels about Y/N. And because of that, he would wait forever to spend even just another minute with her.

They manage to have two more dates in the next month and they are both just as amazing as the first one was, because they got to spend more time together.

They have slowly become inseparable.

Their fourth date is set to happen on a Friday when they are kids-free again. Or so they thought. 

They planned to watch a movie and then have a late dinner somewhere, so Harry arrived at her house a few minutes before six so they could catch the movie that starts at 6:45. He’s been looking forward to this evening all week, his heart jumping every time Y/N messaged him. He’s been like a lovesick puppy for a while now, even at work, he found himself taking songs into a more romantic direction than he usually does. 

Walking up to the door he rings the bell and waits, trying his best to keep himself from smiling like crazy. But when the door opens and he sees the stressed out look on Y/N’s face, his expression drops right away. 

“Oh shit, I totally forgot!” she breaks down seeing Harry, but her reaction is a little too extreme, he knows something happened that made her forget about their date. “Harry, I’m sorry, I don’t think tonight is gonna–”

“Hey, it’s alright, no need to apologize. Just tell me what happened, you seem so shaken up.”

Y/N holds the door for him as he walks in while she tries to collect her thoughts to tell him what happened.

“I uhh–I had the worst fucking day ever,” she breathes out shakily as they move to the living room to sit on the couch. “I have no idea how we ended up fighting with Dylan right before Will was about to arrive, but it was possibly our worst fight so far. Then Will joined in and of course, he completely ignored the fact that he is supposed to be a parent and not just a friend to Dylan.”

As she talks, Harry can’t stop thinking about how broken she seems and it’s killing him to see her like this. He needs everything in him not to just pull her into his arms and tell her he’ll solve everything for her.

“I swear I could see that vile smile hiding in his expression, like he was enjoying how Dylan was turning against me!” She growls in annoyance, sinking into the cushion. 

“So then what happened? Did you guys come to an agreement of some sort?”

Y/N scoffs, her head falling back.

“The agreement that we came to is that He took the kids and Dylan will stay with him for a while. I had to pack my son’s stuff knowing that Will won’t take good care of him. I know him, he can’t be on parent mode all the time, he’ll want to have his alone time and go out with his friends, but now he’ll have Dylan with him all the time!”

“Why did you let him take Dylan?” Harry asks with furrowed eyebrows, trying to understand the reasons behind her actions.

“Because I’m fucking tired of being the bad guy and… I figured that Dylan is smart enough to realize that living with his dad is not fun!” she laughs, but there’s no happiness behind it at all. “Will never did the everyday things. He doesn’t like to cook, he definitely won’t wake up earlier to pack Dylan lunch, I’m pretty sure he’ll probably forget to pick him up at least once, if not more times a week. It’s not gonna work and I’m hoping that Dylan will find it out himself. He’s a smart boy, if he wants to take this ride, I’m all in,” she sighs, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment before she looks at Harry. “I’m so sorry I forgot about our date. I promise I’ve been waiting for it, but today was just–”

“Y/N, I already told you there’s no need to apologize,” he cuts in, not even wanting to have her think about it. 

“I feel like I’m just dumping all my mess on you all the time.”

“I love that you feel comfortable enough around me to share this stuff,” Harry smiles softly. 

“I feel more than just comfortable,” she admits, looking at him with calmness in the middle of the madness. 

“Yeah?” he grins. “Why don’t we order some food, watch a movie here and call it a night? You must be exhausted.”

“That sounds… amazing,” she breathes out with a tired smile.

And that’s exactly what they do. They order pizza and cuddle on the couch while watching some Netflix movie. Every time they’re together they talk constantly, but this time, they just enjoy each other’s presence in silence and it’s exactly what they need. Halfway through the movie Harry notices that she’s fallen asleep, her head on his chest, snoozing away her stress. 

Harry takes just a few minutes to himself, enjoying her closeness and being able to hold her in his arms like never before and he thinks about how he wants to experience this every day. He wants Y/N to get some well-deserved rest, so he carefully carries her to her bedroom and puts her to bed, planning to let himself out and probably call her in the morning, but right before he is about to walk out of her bedroom, her voice pulls him back.

“Stay with me? Please?”

Her voice is barely more than just a whisper and as he looks back at her, she’s blinking at him lazily, already scooting over in bed to make space for him.

“You sure?” Harry asks, though every bit of him just wants to stay close to her. She nods into the pillow and smiles softly as Harry steps back to the bed, hesitantly looking down at his clothes.

“You can take off your jeans if you want,” she cheekily smirks, making Harry laugh as he unbuttons his pants.

“You just wanted to get me out of my pants, didn’t you?” he teases her, kicking the jeans off and then making himself comfortable in bed next to Y/N, who instantly moves closer, cuddling to his side.

“Since the moment I saw you,” she retorts, making him laugh again.

“Should have just asked me right away.”

He presses a kiss on top of her head, wrapping his arms around her tight as they fall asleep together for the first time. 

She sleeps better than she had in a long time. Usually she’s awake early in the morning no matter whether she has plans or not. But this time when she blinks her eyes open and checks the time on the alarmclock on her nightstand and it reads seven minutes past nine. She can’t even tell when the last time she slept after eight was. 

Sitting up in bed she’s disappointed to realize that the bed next to her is empty, but then she hears pans and pots clinking somewhere downstairs and she can’t help but smile at the thought of Harry in her kitchen. 

When she walks down she spots the man by the stove, he is making what seems like scrambled eggs, two mugs already sitting on the countertop with steaming, fresh coffee in them. Harry has put his jeans back on, though she wishes she could have seen him cook only in his underwear, but this is a nice view as well. 

“Good morning,” she smiles and walking closer she checks in on the breakfast he’s making. 

“Hi there, I hope I didn’t wake you up,” he chuckles and moving close she presses a sweet kiss to his lips to his surprise.

“No. I slept amazing, thank you for staying. I hope I didn’t make it feel weird.”

“Oh please. I was worried I might have crossed a line,” he chuckles softly as he moves the pan off the stove, turning to face Y/N fully, his hands finding her waist instantly.

“I’m afraid there are no lines when it comes to you, Harry.”

She says it with a cheeky smile, but they both can feel the seriousness behind her words and Harry is a tad bit surprised. He thought he would have to wait much longer for her to heal and move forward, but it seems like she’s ready to start this new chapter with Harry. 

“Yeah?” he hums, inching closer with his face until he can brush his nose against hers. 

“Mhm… I hope I won’t regret this,” she adds, a pang of fear flashing through her eyes. 

“You won’t. I promise.”

He holds her gaze for a few more heartbeats before pressing his lips to hers, devouring her as if he is trying to prove that his promise will be a lasting one. 

The eggs and coffee get forgotten quite fast as they get lost in each other. He presses her against the counter, his hands sneaking under her shirt, seeking direct contact with her skin. He can never get enough of her taste, the way her lips move with his and those pleased moans that slip out whenever he touches a soft spot. He’s completely obsessed with her and can’t even remember a time when he wasn’t thinking about her every waking moment. 

“You’re not hungry?” he asks against her lips.

“Only for you,” she chuckles as she pulls him back towards the stairs to return to the bedroom. 

They’ve been both craving intimacy for a while, but after their dates they just didn’t have the chance to take it past making out on the front porch. Now they have the house all to themselves and they are definitely using the precious time. 

Between hungry kisses thes peel each other out of their clothes as they navigate back into the bedroom. She falls onto the mattress in only her underwear and Harry takes a moment to admire the view while ridding himself of his pants. Her nerves take over as he studies her almost fully naked form, she reaches for the covers, but he’s quick to stop her.

“Sorry, i-it’s just been a long time since…” she stutters as Harry climbs over her, holding himself up on his arms.

“How long?” he simply asks.

“Um… At least over a year… maybe two…,” she admits shamefully while his expression remains blank and she fears he finds it ridiculous that she hasn’t been with a man in so long.

“Your ex is the biggest idiot in the world,” he replies before his lips devour hers, his body pressing down on her, skin against skin, they are closer than ever, but they are just about to get even closer.

They roll around on the mattress, giggles turning into moans as the last remaining pieces of clothing disappear. They can’t get enough of each other, Harry’s practically trying to map out her whole body, kissing and touching every inch he can reach, worshiping her like no one before did.

When he kisses his way down on her chest and stomach, she realizes where he’s taking it, her breathing picks up at the thought of feeling his lips between her legs, especially because she can’t even remember the last time she was on the receiving end of oral sex.

“Relax,” he softly says before peppering the inside of her thigh, one hand sliding up her torso to her sternum. He can feel under his touch how wildly her heart is beating against her ribcage. “I’ll just have a quick taste, is that okay?” he asks, his eyes snapping up to meet hers.

“Yes,” she answers breathlessly. 

“Good,” he smirks before moving closer to her cunt. 

He truly only wants a taste, he doesn’t want to overwhelm her, knowing it’s her first time in a long time, but he just can’t help himself. The way her back arches and lips part when his mouth meets her clit, it gets him addicted fast and he knows he’ll spend long hours between her thighs once she gets more comfortable. But for now, he’s just trying to control his hunger.

Licking, kissing and sucking, he makes sure to show her he has endless ways of pleasuring her with his mouth, leaving her wanting more when he moves back up.

“Next time I’m not stopping until you come on my tongue at least twice,” he warns with a pleased grin, to which she can only nod as she gasps for air. 

To his surprise, when his lips return to hers, she reaches down and wraps her hands around his cock he’s been ignoring all along just to focus on her pleasure. He can’t help but moan against her mouth when she starts gently pumping his length.

“And next time,” she speaks up, “I will suck your dick for as long as you want me to, but now… I really need you to fuck me.”

“Gladly,” he chuckles, but it quickly turns into a growl when she angles her hips so his head brushes against her soaked cunt. “Condom?”

“In the drawer,” she nods towards the nightstand and he reaches to the side, his movements slightly disoriented since she’s still playing with his cock with her hands. 

She only stops when he rolls the condom on, her hands then moving to his mare ass, squeezing it shamelessly as he positions himself between her legs.

“Just tell me how you like it, slow, fast, hard, soft, I can do anything for you, Y/N,” he says, pressing kisses to the corner of her mouth. 

“Start slow, then we can go faster.”

He nods and with a slow, careful motion he pushes into her, both of them moaning at the sensation. Harry almost loses his mind, feeling her warm, wet walls around him even through the condom. For a moment he fears he is about to come just by being inside her. Y/N is not the only one who hasn’t been sexually active lately, Harry’s needs mostly get satisfied by his hand under the shower on lonely nights, so this is a gamechanger for him as well.

“You’re good?” he asks out of breath.

“Never been better,” she smiles shortly, taking his face in her hands to pull him in for a kiss before Harry finally starts moving.

Just as she asked, he starts slow, gliding in and out of her until she gets familiar with the feeling and his size that’s quite bigger than what she’s been used to. Pulling her left leg up she hooks it around him, allowing him to go deeper with each thrust.

“Fuck, Y/N, you feel so good,” he growls against her neck before biting on her soft skin gently. She wraps her arms around his torso, clawing at his back to pull him as close as possible, she wants to feel his weight on her, his skin melting against hers as they become one. 

“Faster, please!” she breathes out and that’s all Harry needs to pick his pace up, pleasing her every wish. 

“Would love to fuck you from behind, but I need to see your pretty face when you come,” he breathes out a chuckle, pressing his lips on hers.

“Next time,” she grins back.

“We're saying that a lot.”

“Because we’ll have a lot of it,” she simply says before a moan slips through her lips. 

His heart skips a beat, thinking of a future where he can spend his time with Y/N more than just a couple of times a week. He’s known it for a while, but now, as he’s closer to her than ever, he knows she is it for him. 

Gradually fastening his movements he brings them both to the edge, she keeps calling out his name while he mumbles praises against her lips until she finally comes and he follows her moments later. His last few thrusts are rough and hard, but it tops it all perfectly. Harry rolls off of her, trying to catch his breath as she cuddles to his side, happily listening to the beating of his heart that’s slowing down after the excitement.

Legs tangled, she lifts her head, her fingers gently dancing over his tattooed chest, a lovesick smile stretching across her face.

“You’re alright?” he asks, squeezing her playfully.

“I haven’t felt this good in a long time,” she admits chuckling.

“Good,” he smiles. “Though I think breakfast is cold now.”

“We had way more important things to do,” she grins before placing a kiss to his chest.

A lot changes following that Friday. Some changes are hard, like accepting that Y/N can only see Dylan a handful of times and that he’s living with his father now. It’s hard on Y/N and Robin as well, not having him around like always, but there’s nothing to do.

Some changes, however, are very much amazing. Like the blossoming relationship between Y/N and Harry. Following their passionate morning things have taken a pleasant turn.

They are officially an item.

There are rules, of course, that help their journey, navigating life with a new partner with kids. It’s challenging, but they both know it will benefit everyone. Playdates have been regular and Harlow has been spending more time with her granny and Robin has been visiting Will and Dylan quite often as well. It’s also useful in the case of showing Will just how much work it is to take care of the kids almost full time, Y/N is convinced there will be a breaking point. In the meantime, she’s making the best out of her free time, spending it with her new lover.

The girls don’t know officially that their parents are dating. However, they are smart enough to notice that there’s something definitely going on. Harry always brings flowers to Y/N when they come over for a playdate, they’ve had dinner together a few times, Harry often picks them both up from school and then they meet at home and have dinner before Y/N and Robin head home. 

They’ve found a rhythm that seems to be working for both of them.

“...Happy birthday dear Harlow! Happy birthday to you!” all the guests sing as the girl sits by her flower themed cake, candles lit on top.

Harry is recording with his phone with the proudest smile on his face, Frankie standing right next to him. Harlow’s birthday is the occasion where they celebrate together, no matter what. She might be switching between them all year, but they both agreed that her day shouldn’t be split into two. So usually Frankie joins them for this one time every year so they can celebrate as a family. 

Today is not only special because of Harlow’s birthday, but also because Y/N and Frankie will meet for the first time. She dropped Robin off earlier, but she’ll return soon to have their official introduction, she just had to drop by her office to hand in some documents before joining the party. 

She’s been anxious about the meeting all week, even though Harry told her there’s nothing to worry about. Meeting an ex could easily be a terrible experience and Y/N wants Frankie to like her and justify the time she spends with Harlow as Harry’s partner. 

Harlow blows the candles out and smiles wide at everyone clapping for her. She’s invited her friends from school and from around the neighborhood and of course, there are a few parents attending as well.

After cake the kids get a headstart in all the activities Harry has planned for them, starting off with playing tag in the bouncy castle he has rented for the afternoon. Yeah, he might have gone a little overboard, but he just wanted the best for his little princess. 

“So, when is she arriving?” Frankie asks Harry while she helps him clean up the dining table. 

“Um, any minute.”

“I hope you’re not nervous about us meeting,” she chuckles. 

“No,” he smiles. “But she is.”

“I can understand that.”

They work in silence for a bit before Frankie stops and looks at Harry.

“Are you happy?” she asks. Harry puts the plates down from his hands and looks at the woman he once thought he would spend the rest of his life with.

“I am. Yeah.”

“And you think it’s a lasting happiness?”

“I do,” he nods. “There’s… There’s something I feel in my chest that I can’t really explain, but I just know I found my person.”

Frankie smiles, genuinely, because this is all she ever wished for Harry. 

“It’s good to hear that.”

Just as they are about to finish in the kitchen, the doorbell rings and Harry knows it’s Y/N. 

“Please be nice to her,” he exhales before jogging over to the door. Opening he sees Y/N standing there, a nervous, but bright expression on her face.

“Hey,” he smiles and leaning in, he steals a kiss before she steps inside.

“I’m sorry it took me so long. I was trying to be fast. How is the party? Is Frankie here?” she asks as Harry closes the door behind her.

“Yeah, come on, let’s meet her.” Harry takes her hand, but she pulls back.

“Wait, is it… How should I act? What do I tell her?” she asks in a frenzy. 

“Calm down, it’s going to be fine. Just be yourself, okay?”

“I’m about to meet your ex wife, don’t tell me–”

“Hello!” Frankie walks out with a warm smile and Y/N’s eyes go wide at first, but then she regains control over her face. “You must be Y/N, I’m Francesca, but call me Frankie.” She extends her hand towards Y/N which she takes.

“So nice to meet you, I’ve heard so much about you!”

“So have I,” Frankie chuckles. 

“I hope only the good things,” she chuckles awkwardly, throwing a look at Harry, who is just watching the scene unfolding with an amused smirk on his face.

“Why don’t we have a drink and I’ll tell you everything he told me about you,” Frankie smirks.

“Yeah, sure!” 

Harry lets them get to know each other, though he keeps an eye on them while tending to the birthday party as well. Just as he thought, Y/N had no reason to worry about meeting Frankie, five minutes into their chit-chat and they are already laughing like old friends. 

The party is a huge success, the kids have fun and Harlow will surely remember her eighth birthday. When all the guests have left and Harlow said goodbye to her mom who headed out to the airport, it’s just Harry, Y/N and the two girls. Harlow and Robin are watching a movie in the living room while Y/N helps Harry to clean up most of the mess.

“So, meeting Frankie wasn’t that bad after all, huh?” Harry teases her while they’re loading the dishwasher. 

“I never thought it would be bad, I was just nervous. She is obviously an important person in your and Harlow’s life, I wanted her to like me,” she clarifies.

“It’s impossible not to like you,” Harry smirks cheekily, making her laugh. 

“Maybe. For you,” she adds sheepishly. “Anyway, she was nice and welcoming, it wasn’t awkward at all.”

“Why would it have been awkward?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugs. “That’s what it’s like in the movies.”

“But it’s real life,” he chuckles. putting the last plate onto the rack and closing the washer. “I told you, we are on great terms. She has a partner too, actually, I think they will get engaged soon.”

“Oh, that’s great. Do you like the guy?”

“Yeah,” he nods, starting the washer and then he leans against the counter, folding his arms over his chest. “Mateo is a nice guy, he’s a doctor too. Neurosurgeon. So I guess they are perfect for each other. He’s great with Harlow too and that’s what matters to me. I’m sure Frankie thinks the same about you.”

“I hope so.”

“I know it, Y/N. So don’t worry,” he smiles and peeking over her shoulder he checks if the girls can see them. When he’s sure they’re not in sight, he leans down and steals a short, but meaningful kiss. “Can I ask you something? And please tell me if it’s too fast, I want to do this right.”

“Okay,” she nods.

“When do you think we should tell the kids about us?”

“Well,” she exhales with a tiny smile. “I think they are already suspecting something.”

“How do you know?”

“Robin asked the other day if you and Harlow will spend Christmas with us since, and I quote, we already spend as much time together as a couple.”

“Oh wow, they really are smarter than we think,” Harry chuckles. “I guess we could come clean soon, what do you think?”

“Definitely. I want to be honest with Robin. We can sit down with them sometime. But I want Dylan to be there too. I don’t want him to find out about it from Robin.”

“Of course, sure.”

Before he turns to finish up in the kitchen she grabs his hand and pulls back for another, tad bit longer kiss that he accepts gladly, even with the risk of getting caught.

“Thank you,” she whispers when they pull apart.

“For what?”

“For… being so amazing. And giving me faith that I can still find happiness.”

Next weekend the girls are invited for their first ever sleepover to a classmate’s home, so Harry and Y/N can have a night to themselves finally. It’s been a hectic week, so they agreed to just stay in, watch a movie and relax together. This time it’s Y/N’s turn to host their romantic evening, so they are spending Saturday evening cuddled up on her couch, ready to rewind.

They are halfway into their choice of movie when Y/N’s phone starts ringing. Normally, she would ignore it, but when she sees that Dylan is calling her, she snatches the phone from the table and answers the call.

“Hey hun, everything alright?” she asks, knowing well Dylan only has a phone for emergencies and he wouldn’t call if it wasn’t important. 

Harry can’t hear the boy on the other end, but he can tell whatever Dylan is saying it’s putting Y/N on alerted mom mode instantly.

“I’ll pick you up right now, don’t worry,” she says, already jumping up from the couch. “Just stay right there, I’m on my way, honey.”

“What happened?” Harry asks, rushing after Y/N as she hurriedly starts putting on shoes and a jumper, still staying in line with Dylan. She covers the mic of her phone as she answers quickly. 

“Will left him home alone, he went to the store to get himself food, but he locked himself out and Will is not answering his phone.”

She’s mad. Big time. It’s the type of anger that turns any mother into mama bear mode.

“I’m going with you, you can’t drive like this,” he says, not asks.

“Thank you,” she breathes out before turning her attention back to the phone. “I’ll be right there, Dylan, okay? Stay on the phone with me.”

She talks to him on the phone while Harry is driving according to her instructions and he’s trying his best to keep his cool and stay in his line. He knows this is a family matter, but he’s fighting the urge to punch Will if he ever sees him. 

“There, pull over,” Y/N points at a house and Harry spots Dylan sitting on the stairs at the front door, obviously shaken up.

Y/N practically jumps out of the car before it even stops, running towards the boy who does the same and lets his mom wrap him in her arms tight and safely, it’s exactly where he belongs. Harry gets out as well, approaching carefully, making sure he keeps distance and gives them space.

“Come on, I got the spare keys, let’s pack your stuff. You’re coming home.”

For probably the first time in a long time, he doesn’t argue, just nods and follows his mom to the door that she locks with her set of keys Will gave him for emergencies. This surely qualifies as one. Glancing back she nods at Harry to follow and he oblies, staying in the foyer as the two of them disappear further in the house. 

The place looks like a typical bachelor home, not too much furniture, no home décor, but a giant TV in the living room with several game consoles. It’s obviously not a place where kids should be around, there’s nothing homey, warm and cozy and Harry can only guess, but something is telling him Dylan’s room looks similar to the rest of the house. 

He can faintly hear them talking, maybe even Dylan crying as Y/N softly soothes him while they’re probably packing his things. Harry stays by the door, but when he sees a pair of headlights pulling up on the driveway, he stiffens.

“Y/N? I think someone’s home!” he calls out, watching a guy get out of the car. From what Harry can see through the window, he looks confused at first and then pissed when he reaches the front door and walks in, facing Harry in his house.

“Who the fuck are you?” he spits, his hands curling into fists. Before he could answer, Y/N rushes out of Dylan’s room.

“Are you out of your fucking mind? Where the hell were you?” she raises her voice in an instant, holding Will accountable for his actions.

“What are you doing here and who the hell is this clown?” Will ignores her questions, gesturing towards Harry.

“You left your son home alone for almost a whole day with no food!” 

“I left a few dollars on the dining table,” he shrugs, like it’s truly no big deal.

“Yeah! And he went to the store to get something when you’ve been away for fucking hours and locked himself out! You didn’t answer his calls! He called me crying, because he couldn’t reach you, do you think that’s how a father should act? Huh?”

“I had shit to do! I couldn’t bring him with me, what’s the big deal about it? He’s fine!” Will retorts pointing at a frightened looking Dylan down the hallway. 

“No, he is not fine! And don’t fucking believe I’m leaving him here with you. He told me all about the shit you’ve been doing. I’m gonna make legal actions to limit your time with him and Robin as well. You screwed it up, Will. Big time.”

The switch in him can be seen, where he turns into full defensive mode, ready to tear anything and anyone down to have his ways, no matter the consequences. 

“Oh yeah? You think you can just do whatever you want, Y/N?”

“No, it’s you who thinks that’s how it works!”

“You will not keep my kids away from me!” he starts shouting. “Do you hear me? You can’t do that!”

“Actually, I can and I will! I’m done with your shit and so are the kids, believe me.”

Despite the weight of the situation, Harry feels his chest swell with pride seeing Y/N stand her ground, not letting Will throw everything on her.

“Come on, Dylan, we’re leaving, bring your bag,” she calls out to the boy who runs into his room to grab his stuff, appearing a moment later.

“No, you are not walking out of here with him!” Will snaps, grabbing Y/N’s arm and that’s when Harry steps in.

Taking Will by the shoulder, Harry pulls him back, the action takes him by surprise and makes him let go of her, but it just pumps up his anger.

“Get your hands off me!” Will spits, puffing his chest to try to intimidate Harry, but there’s no use. 

“Right after you get your hands off of her,” he retorts, calm and collected, but his eyes are throwing flames.

“You have the nerve to come to my house and tell me what to do with my wife?!”

“I’m not your wife anymore, and this madness is ending here,” Y/N tells him harshly. She holds out a hand and Dylan runs up to her, taking her hand, clinging onto it desperately as he tries to avoid looking at his father. 

“Dylan, you really want to go with your mother? Think of all the fun we’ve had!” Now Will sounds more desperate as he follows Y/N and Dylan towards the door, but Harry gets between him and them before Will could get physical again.

He tries to stop them on their way out, following them to the car too, his emotions switching by the minute: anger, despair, sadness, disgust, he goes through everything, but nothing can stop Y/N now.

“You really think you can just take my kids away from me like that? Huh?” Will starts shouting when Dylan is in the car and they are just about to leave. Y/N turns back to end the discussion in a calm manner. 

“I know that the court will love to hear about all the shit you’ve done. Try fighting me and I will make sure you’ll never see your kids again.”

Will is stunned from the strength and power oozing from Y/N and it leaves him frozen in his spot as she gets in the car and drives away with Dylan and Harry.

Arriving back home Harry stays back and lets Y/N focus on Dylan. They have a talk in his room while Harry cleans up the mess they left before rushing out of the house. When an hour later Y/N comes down he can tell she’s tired and drained.

“Thank you for cleaning up,” she smiles as she walks over and he pulls her into his embrace right away. She melts into his arms gladly, dropping the tough act and letting him be her safe haven after everything that happened.

“How’s Dylan?”

“Confused and disappointed. I wish he never had to see Will like that. He used to be his hero, this was a turning point.”

“He’s a great kid, he’ll get over it and he has you.” He kisses the crown of her head before pulling back so give her an encouraging smile that she returns. “I’m gonna head out, let you get some rest.”

“Okay,” she nods and leaning closer, she kisses his lips gently. “Thank you for… everything.”

“I’m happy to be here for you. Anytime.”

“I know,” she smiles softly. “That’s why… that’s why I love you.”

Her words take him by surprise, but then his heart starts hammering in his chest as he stares back at her.

“I love you too,” he breathes out before their lips meet again.

It's a staring match and Harry and Y/N are definitely losing.

Sitting next to each other, the couple is now facing the three most important people in their life. Harlow, Robin and Dylan are sitting in silence, waiting for the announcement that brought them together this Saturday afternoon. 

Y/N bumps her elbow against Harry’s side, urging him to break the silence. He clears his throat and finally starts talking.

“So, we wanted to tell you guys something. We believe all three of you are mature enough to take the news and we hope you’ll be happy about it.”

Harlow and Robin exchange a knowing look, but they let him carry on. 

“You might have noticed that we’ve been spending a lot of time together. It’s because we’ve become great friends and… and slowly we became… You know, when adults get closer they can easily fall… Um…”

He is not doing good, rambling, all over the place, feeling more nervous than ever as the three kids stare back at him expectantly. At last, Y/N takes the lead.

“We’re together. As a couple,” she says, ending Harry’s misery to find the right words. 

They remain silent for a few moments that feel excruciating to Harry and then the girls start giggling.

“What’s so funny?” Harry questions them.

“We were just wondering how long it would take for you to admit it,” Harlow sassily replies.

“We’ve known it for a while,” Robin chimes in.

“You might have suspected it, but I don’t think you’ve known,” Y/N narrows her eyes at them.

“We saw you kissing the other week,” Dylan speaks up, surprising Y/N and Harry. They’ve been trying to be very careful, but it seems like they did not succeed.

“Um, well… So then now you know for sure,” Harry chuckles. “How do you feel about it?”

“Does this mean we’re sisters now?” Harlow asks, her face lighting up.

“Not really. Not yet, at least,” Y/N chuckles. 

“Oh, okay.”

“Are we gonna move in together?” Dylan asks and Y/N can tell he is not ready for that.

“No. We’re not planning to do that anytime soon, don’t worry. But we want to spend more time together, with you guys as well. So Harry might spend the night at ours sometimes or when you two are with dad, I might be sleeping over at his place,” she explains.

“Okay,” Dylan nods in relief.

The kids have a few more questions that they gladly answer and it seems like they are taking it well. When the talk is over, the kids take over the trampoline in the backyard, giving Harry and Y/N a moment of privacy.

“That went well,” he smirks proudly.

“Oh, you mean you did so great rambling in the beginning?” she teases him. “I agree.”

“Haha, very funny,” he rolls his eyes, but can’t hold his smirk back. 

“It went well, you’re right,” she says. “But I’m not surprised.”

“What do you mean?”

“Everything about you is perfect,” she smiles up at him, knowing well how much he loves getting praised. 

“Mm, guess we can thank the girls. That bake sale truly brought us together,” he chuckles.

“That was the ultimate parent trap and they didn’t even know it,” she laughs, wrapping her arms around his waist before kissing him. 

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𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐲.𝐣𝐰

synopsis ; as a trainee under Jungwon's company, rumours have already started to fly about the two of you in a committed relationship. However, the speculations they create are neither wrong nor right, and when it all seems like too much, Jungwon's your only respite.

pairing ; idol!jungwon x trainee!reader genre ; fluff, situationship, oneshot wc ; 1015

inspired by ; call it what you want - taylor swift

Yang y/n. You can hear the low whispers trailing behind your back everywhere you go. Every step you take, every move you make. Hands stuffed deep in the pockets of your baggy jeans, a stuffy mask covering half your face. Jungwon’s one and only. 

You would never have minded being caught up in this type of situation with Jungwon, if it didn’t come at the expense of your deeply treasured privacy. If it didn’t mean you would spend your day treading over fragile eggshells, just so the rumours don’t fly again. So that Jungwon wouldn’t have to defend your name to the public every time a camera turns his way. 

As a child, you loved the flash of a camera on you, you loved the attention. Adorned in Disney princess dresses and waving around a fairy wand with a flourish, you were the perfect model for your parents’ DIY agency. However, now, as one of HYBE’s most valued and talented trainees, you can’t help but start to despise your excessive exposure to public view. 

Not to mention, when you’re caught up in a dating scandal with Belift:Lab’s Yang Jungwon, which isn’t even entirely a lie. 

The sleek black cap has to be pulled further down your face in order for you to feel even a twinge of peace. Speeding up your footsteps towards the company building, you wonder how life would be if you had just accepted Jungwon straight away, like you had multiple times before in your brain’s most romantic fantasies. 

What if you had accepted him? What if you had rejected him? What if you hadn’t allowed this confusion to slip into something so complicated that even the two of you can’t tell the truth from a lie. 

Every day, without fail, you show Jungwon all the newest online articles, and in return he screenshots speculatory posts about the two of you and sends them to you. In a matter of a few years, your innocent camera roll went from cute selcas of yourself, to Twitter posts, ship edits, and paparazzi pictures you wish were edited. 

“She must be waiting here for Jungwon!” 

Hundreds of passers-by crowd around you, but their words and their faces are all a hazy blur to you. Standing still in front of the revolving pair of entrance doors, the only face you want to see is Jungwon’s. 

And as if on cue, like an angel’s blessing has been bestowed upon you, there’s a tight grip on your arm in the middle of the fog. Jungwon’s faint baby scent fills your senses, a big, warm, bear hug in of itself. He lifts the cap off your head, a look of such affection and pain swamping the depths of his hazel eyes. 

When did you start shaking? 

Head tilted to the side, he bends down to whisper in your ear, and you have to squeeze your eyes shut to block out the loud chorus of gasps. 

“You’re shaking.” 

“Great job, genius. Didn’t notice,” you snap back almost instantly, careful to keep the sharp words a hint under your breath. The public etiquette classes you’ve recently started attending are doing a world of wonders for you. 

”Ah,” Jungwon hums cheerfully, his arm coming to sling around your shoulder. “You’re grumpy. Sounds like you need a scoop of ice cream.” 

“So suddenly?” You roll your eyes disdainfully, but quicken the pace as he starts walking down the sidewalk. The sea of fans, half screaming at the chance to see Jungwon, half shoving their phones in your faces, part like they’ve been called to do so. You should probably get used to the celebrity life, but every time this happens, a red flush of embarrassment never fails to drown out the paleness of your face. 

Jungwon shoots you an encouraging, charming smile, hiding his uneasiness very well. “I was kind of kidding, but let’s get out of here, because I have something for you.” 

Curiosity strikes you. “Something for me?” Your mind runs wild with the varying possibilities of cute gifts Jungwon would come up with. Because Yang Jungwon is totally the type to buy “Just because” flowers; definitely someone who’d dedicate a crocheted stuffed animal to his beloved. 

Then again, you’re not his beloved, and you’re not his friend. You’re mostly stuck in between the two. While you have your reasons, sometimes you question your decisions that led up to this kind of rocky relationship. 

A rocky relationship that Jungwon still somehow manages to make right. 

You round a corner, and he pulls you close in the secluded alleyway. With the tantalising aroma of freshly baked buns wafting in the air, you wonder if Jungwon’s taking you out on a ‘date’ that might not really be a ‘date’ but you’d still like to consider it a ‘date’. 

But he doesn’t budge from the spot you two stand awkwardly in. You look up at him, bemused, and he just pulls something out of his pocket. Your favourite shade of turquoise, complemented with black and white and beaded up into a bracelet. In the centre, marks Jungwon’s initials. YJW, in his very own handwriting, engraved into the circular polished beads. 

“This is for you.” Jungwon murmurs, fitting it around your wrist without even bothering to wait for a response. He must know you already treasure this bracelet like it’s your lifeline. However, this is so weird. Are you supposed to walk around with the initials of a guy that doesn’t even belong to you displayed for everyone to see? 

By the look in his eyes, Jungwon seems to think that’s completely normal. And so, you calm your racing heart. If it’s normal to Jungwon, it’s normal in your books as well. 

Lightening the atmosphere, you look deep into his eyes and joke, “Shouldn’t I be wearing my own initials around?” 

“Well, at least one matches up. Y. Yang. It’s like we’re married.” 

And he leaves you blinking rapidly in utter confusion, laughing and slipping back onto the sidewalk. You can only stare at your wrist, vowing never to take it off. Ever.

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date night — RAFE CAMERON

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summary rafe takes you out every first friday of each month. this friday in particular, he takes you to one of your favorite restaurants in town then some ice cream for dessert.

warnings kissing, food, ice cream, and soft!rafe

You were finishing up your makeup then changed into your outfit for the night with your boyfriend, Rafe Cameron. You already curled your hair prior to doing your makeup because you rather get that over with first than makeup first.

The first Friday of every month, Rafe likes to take you out to dinner or anything else that comes to mind. Tonight however, he’s taking you to one of your favorite Italian restaurants. It's a fancy restaurant so you have to dress somewhat nice.

You don’t know where you found Rafe but you are glad that you have him because you don’t know what your life would be like without him in your life. He was the one who started this little tradition when you first started dating. At first you thought it was a one time thing but it began to happen more often.

I’ll pick you up at 8pm angel.

The time read seven thirty five which gives you sometime to get changed and walk downstairs to the front door. 

After getting changed, you headed downstairs where your family sat on the couch in the living room watching a movie. Your younger sister, who’s just turned four, gasps when she sees you enter the living room, and runs over to you.

“You look so pretty sissy” she giggles, putting both hands together, swinging them back and forth. 

You crouch down, “you are too sweet for this world” placing a soft kiss to her cheek.

She giggles, wrapping her arms around your neck, hugging you.

The sound of Rafe’s truck pulls up to your house. You tell your family and little sister goodbye and you’ll see them later whenever you get back.

Rafe stood by the passenger side of the car as you walked out the door and around the corner, holding a bouquet of flowers. Your body was filled with a warm sensation. That man never fails to make you smile.

“Everytime you give me flowers it makes me feel like its our first date all over again” you state while smiling. 

The smell of Rafe’s cologne fills your lungs. The scent he’s wearing is your favorite too.

You take the flowers from your boyfriend's hand, bringing them to your nose, they smell beautiful. You whisper thank you, stepping on your tippy toes to kiss his lips.

“Why do you always smell so good?” you groan, “makes me wanna do things to you” you add, wrapping your pointer finger around his gold chain. 

He chuckles, placing his hands at your lower back, pulling you closer, “mhm maybe you can do those things later tonight” smirking. 

“We better hurry up, we have reservations at eight thirty princess.”

This man makes me go insane.

He opens the door for you. He held your right hand while you lifted yourself into the truck. The truck is lifted, not too crazy.

You wait until Rafe is settled in the truck, then you start the engine and connect your phone to the bluetooth to play Lana Del Rey. 

One thing about you is that you love Lana Del Rey. You fell in love with her as soon as you heard her songs. You usually mention Rafe is written about Lana whenever you see him, which is all the time.

West Coast.

When the music begins to play, you both make eye contact. He gently rubs your left thigh with his right hand, sending goosebumps down your spine. You squeeze your palm on top of his while you sing along.

The number of people at the restaurant was outrageous. You were glad Rafe made reservations rather than just strolling in and waiting for an hour or however long it would take to be seated.

Rafe held onto your hand as you two walked to the front where the hostess was standing.

Italian music is playing all over the restaurant. The whole restaurant is made to look and feel like you are in Italy. A smile creeps up your face when you walk inside.

“Hello, I have a reservation for two under the name Rafe Cameron at eight thirty” he smiles to the young man behind the booth.

The young man nods then types in Rafe’s name.

“Right this way Cameron” he smiles, grabbing two menus, then leading you to your table.

Your waitress for the night comes to the table to introduce herself and asks if you two want anything to drink– you get two waters and wine to start off.

Rafe and you begin scanning the menu when you get seated. You go back and forth with each other about what sounds good. You end up going with pasta instead because the one you usually get fills you up.

“I might get the same thing but I'm still gonna look just in case I find something different” Rafe answers your question about what he’s thinking of eating.

In the meantime, Rafe and you were talking about Cameron Development and what it was like working for the family business.  Rafe has been working for his father for six months. It's been hard, but he's trying to build a life for himself and the two of you one day so you can have your own place one day. 

Thirty minutes later, your waitress brought Rafe’s and your food.

The minute you got your food your mouth was already drooling by the food sitting in front of you just waiting to be eaten.

You took your phone out of your purse and took a picture of the food and Rafe setting his wine glass down before picking up his fork. Rafe's toothy smile comes instantaneously as he hears the clicking sound from your phone. 

“You have to take a picture of everything, huh?” He jokes, shaking his head.

“If the pictures involve you in it, I’m definitely taking it” You reply, tilting your head to the side, winking.

After dinner, Rafe and you walked over to an ice cream shop. Where the restaurant is located, there’s a shopping center with food and desert.

The inside was filled with people ordering and sitting inside.

Whenever you get ice cream together, you always get mint chocolatechip in a cone and Rafe always gets lumberjack in a cup. There was enough sitting outside for the both of you. 

The night sky looked beautiful– stars filled the sky, the moon shining bright as always, the sound of crickets coming from every direction.

“Thank you for tonight baby, I love you so much!” Whispering in Rafe’s ear before kissing his lips softly. 

“Anything for my girl” he smiles down, wrapping his free hand around your lower waist, pulling you closer to his body.

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theodore nott headcanons

these are just my personal characterisations of theodore nott and just me rambling about him bc i love him. please let me know some of your own head canons of him and let’s talk about it!!

this has no word counts, not beta read, just fueled by my love for theodore (be kind about it please)

let’s start of with some canon complaints ones!

from what we know theodore (physically) has dark hair, dark eyes, pale skin and was described as lanky/tall. based off of these, i think he definitely has a few girls outwardly crushing on him. like how can you not when he’s quiet and tall? honestly i get.

theodore, with his pale skin, would honestly get flustered very easily and you can tell by his ears!! HIS EARS THAT TURNS RED WHEN HE FEELS JUST SLIGHT EMBARRASSED AND ITS THE CUTEST THING EVER (im taking no arguments here) i said what i said. theo would def keep his hair longer to help mask this little quirk of his and it would work for the most part, if not for the red tips shining through his dark locks from time to time

with how tall he is, i think he’d be pretty clumsy and uncoordinated but it’s just that he has amazing luck that no one ever gets to see him fall flat on his face.

he’s smart, we know this, but i think he’d definitely be book smart rather than street smart (that’s why blaise is in the picture), he’d be pretty closed off and intimidating to anyone who wasn’t part of his friend group, def the type to glare at you if you looked at him wrong

never held hand romantically before, this man gives off straight up ‘no bitches 🤨’ vibes

always needs comforts/hugs or any kind of support but would isolate himself from anyone who tries to provide him any of that because he’s scared of being seen as vulnerable by them

so so hard to read when you first meet him, but the more you spend just literally sitting by his sides you start to able to differentiate between his hums and nods (that’s all you’ll get from him so long as he’s sober and not your boyfriend)

i personally think seventeen’s jeon wonwoo is so so fitting for theodore (or atleast the theodore i write) he has the very cold closed off ice prince thing going on but is such a cutie i love him

now for some romantic traits one

isn’t the biggest fan of PDA —that is if it’s not him initiating it, i feel theo is the type to hold your hand under your desk, or linked pinkies as you walked down the streets, he’s very subtle with his touches but he likes having you in his hands? (if that makes sense)

forehead kisses enthusiast!!!! he would leave a small little peck on your forehead whenever you’d separate for your own classes, he does it very quick —so quick that no one ever catches it and it’s just between you and him and it’s so sickeningly sweet

would have a hard time with impromptu dates, theodore is the type to go all out when it comes to date so when the slightest thing goes wrong he thinks the whole date is wrong and you’re going to break up with him (please reassure him that you aren’t)

has a pet of some sort, he’s such a loser there’s no way he doesn’t have one; convinced you to adopt a v chubby grey cat on your first anniversary, ernie is a very happy member of the family!

isn’t the biggest pet name user? i know i write theodore using princess a lot but it’s mostly to avoid using y/n. but truthfully i think theodore would mostly call you by your name, and on the rare occasions he uses a pet name it would be between baby or my love

lovveeees being called pet name though, call him sweetheart and watch him be at your beck and call

when he loves he loves hard, you can’t tell me theodore wouldn’t be obsessed with you when you’re together. when it’s in private it’s so obvious that he wants to just bask in your attention even though he never does anything (he thinks) is worthy of it, the type to pull away from a kiss with a dopey look and try but fail to hide a smile from you

you know that trope of A calling B clingy and B distance themself bc they’re upset? ITS SO THEODORE, he’s very averse to touch and maybe one day you’re just feeling a bit too upset and need comfort from him “why are you always so clingy?” slips out and everything just comes to pause.

he knows it before he even looks at you that you’re upset, the type that thinks ‘my gf is mad at me i wish i was dead’

doesn’t really know how to apologize to you but you seem pretty cool about it, you’re still going to bed with him and not banishing him to the couch, you won’t let him touch you though “something about it being too hot”

it’s the next day when you won’t even look in his direction let alone kiss him that makes him want to hire a hitman on himself, will buy you so many things as an apology it doesn’t really work

almost asked blaise for help but scratched that idea and asked for pansy’s help instead (still doesn’t really work)

at the end hired a chef and prep dinner in your shared apartment where he got onto his knees and apologize (yes he looked ridiculous, yes it was blaise’s idea, yes blaise told you the plans before hand and asked you for a photo of theodore begging for forgiveness, yes you did get one for him)

he’s possessive and wants you to himself but also knows his place, he knows when to step in and set healthy boundaries but always breaking them just to make you happy, tries to go above and beyond for you always

tried to talk more and communicate with you how he’s feeling because he does not want this relationship to end just because he doesn’t know how to talk about his feelings

such an act of service type of guy too? would run you a bath if you seemed down, learned to cook your favorite food for you despite having the money to always eat out at the best restaurant/hire a private chef to do it for you, knows your work/school schedule very well and made sure that his visits (if there were any) was well timed

big on quality time as well!!! he just likes to have your company no matter what it is you’re doing, he just likes being by your side

loves spoiling you!!! honestly it’s sick how he does it. i think theodore would be the type to buy you whatever you wanted without ever asking you if you wanted it, if the relationship gets more serious (we’re talking living together/sharing socks serious here) would hand you his v sleek black card if you were to tell him you were going out with your friends.

i could see you at one point having an argument with him about it like: “i’m your s/o theo, not your sugar baby.”

“why can’t you just be both?” this mf

—from bee: that’s all for my theodore related rambles, pls don’t be shy and send me ask about theodore so we can talk about him tgt!!!

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dates with enha ୨୧ enhypen

( bookshelf ) genre fluff pairing enha x fem reader word count 1.6k warnings skinship, pet names, not proofread

a/n none.

heeseung

— carnival

you have always loved the ambience of carnivals, with their music playing in the background and lots of screams

which is why you asked heeseung if you guys could go there, which ofc he said yes he could also show off his skills

when you arrived you saw this huge teddy that you wanted so bad so you ran over to it like a small child

you watched as other people tried to get it but failed so you pouted knowing you didn’t want to waste money trying to get it as well

heeseung saw this being the observant guy he is, and knew he had to get it for you

when you went to the bathroom he immediately ran over to the teddy and attempted to get it. and ofc he does legit an ace at everything

you came back and saw heeseung holding this giant teddy, the one you wanted to be exact, and started squealing

“babe i literally just went to the bathroom, how did you get this so fast?”

“i knew you wanted it so i tried and i got it for you!” he exclaimed and handed you the teddy, you jumping around and hugging it

you guys ended the date with a ferris wheel ride, embracing and sitting next to each other, as the teddy sat on the other side

rest under cut !

jay

— restaurant

as it was your anniversary, jay spent days searching for a romantic date and he decided on this new opened fancy restaurant

he told you to wear something fancy but didn’t explain where you were going as he wanted it to be a surprise

when you got there, there was absolutely no one so you were a bit confused

jay disappeared only to come back with a bouquet of red roses and a teddy bear

“jay oh my gosh! stop this is so cute.” you gushed over everything he planned

“i rented this restaurant for the night so take your time in ordering, eating, anything. tonight is about us baby.” he gave you the flowers, not forgetting to leave a soft peck on your lips

on the last meal for dessert, you wanted to order an ice cream but jay had other plans

he gestured towards the waiter who then brought out this beautiful red heart cake that said, happy anniversary baby, on it

turns out jay had specifically designed it himself bc he wanted to make it extra special and memorable

get me a bf like jay..

jake

— dog cafe

layla was over in korea, so you and jake decided to bring her to make friends with other dogs, hence why you guys decided on going to a dog cafe

since layla loved going on walks, she started barking and got really excited hearing the word ‘walk’

you got to the cafe and immediately dogs started barking and licking you amongst your arrival, as layla ran around, looking at the toys and obstacles the cafe had provided

you being a big dog lover yourself, squealed and started running over to the small puppies that had been playing together

jake ordered and sat down at a table close enough to see layla, as you continued baby talking with the puppies you were fond with

all while forgetting jake, your boyfriend

“princess can you pay more attention to me pleaseee?” he whined, “i know i’m not a dog but isn’t this supposed to be our date?” he asked, emphasising on the our

“sorry, these puppies are just so cute! i’ll pay more attention to you later when they’re tired.” you apologised but not even looked at jake as the puppies started jumping up and down your legs

suddenly you felt a big presence behind you, thinking it was layla or another big dog. only to find jake kneeling like a dog and panting, sticking his tongue out

“jake! what are you doing? please this is so funny.”

“you weren’t giving me attention as your boyfriend, so i bet you gotta give me attention as a dog!” you laughed and ruffled his hair, “alright alright, i’ll pay attention to you then.” you gave him a peck on his temple and sat down

after writing this panting like a dog sounds kinda goofy

sunghoon

— ice rink

it was one of your first dates and he wanted it to be special and cute which you agreed ofc bc who wouldn’t want to see the ice prince in action??

you guys got your skates and started putting them on when little kids started rushing in, excited to see the rink

you smiled at their excitement, waving hi to a few of them staring at you, when a child came up to sunghoon

“hi mr! can you help me with my skates? it’s so hard!” they pouted as they held the laces of the skates with their hands

sunghoon ofc helped them, making small talk, as you gushed over how cute he looked with little kids

when you got on the rink, you held the side wall and wobbled a bit, so sunghoon came over to help you, holding your waist and moving backwards

“help. how do i move..” you tried moving your two feet, in result almost tumbling over if not for sunghoon. you got no answer, “love are you zoning out-”

“babe you look so cute concentrating on your feet.” he giggled and started teaching you the basic steps of moving, making sure to hold you extra tight in case you fell he just wanted to hold you

he then made a deal with you that everytime you made 50 steps, he would give you a soft kiss on the lips you got at least ten thousand kisses that day

sunoo

— movies and ice cream

sunoo had originally planned to go out and watch a movie but unfortunately the weather said no

you opted to watch at home instead considering you had netflix and a bunch of choices to choose from

you guys sat on the couch, warming up inside the blanket due to the rainy cold weather, holding hands as you scrolled through the movies, sunoo eating his mint chocolate ice cream

“oh my gosh babes we should so watch barbie!” you were excited as the old barbie cartoons had recently been added back onto netflix

“nooo i don’t want to watch barbie… can we watch something like, uh, train to busan?” he obviously wanted more action entertainment, but you didn’t want to use your brain and think about the storyline, so clearly you didn’t agree

sunoo very much didn’t want to watch barbie today, as last time you guys watched peppa pig, so he decided to tease you by flicking his ice cream onto your face

“no. you did not!” you screamed, taking a spoon and trying to flick it back onto sunoo, him flicking even more onto you and your clothes

ofc this meant no more movie watching since the blanket and you guys + your clothes were drenched with mint chocolate ice cream sunoo ended up doing the washing as he started it

“babe i swear next time we gotta stop with the food, we can literally never watch anything with it.” sunoo laughed off whilst putting the clothes in the washer, not forgetting to leave you a big kiss on the back of your head as you were washing your face

jungwon

— picnic

inspired by his en-log a while back

you guys decided on a picnic date next to the han river

jungwon brought out your fav snacks and drinks being the thoughtful person he is and you brought some card/board games you wanted to play

the sun eventually started setting a bit, indicating night fall

you and jungwon were cuddled up in a cozy blanket, leaning against a tree, as you watched the sun set below the mountains, casting a shadow along the river

“wow the sunset is so beautiful. right won?” you stared at the view in front of you, then turned to your left, seeing jungwon look at you with his sleepy eyes

“i have two beautiful views in front of me, you and the sky. but i’m getting a bit sleepy now..” you laughed and made a gesture that he could lay down

as he started drifting asleep, you took a few pictures of him on your lap and saved it to your favourites

you started tidying up the food and games, put it back into the basket, making sure not to wake him up, especially after hearing his light snores

riki

— paintball

i feel like riki’s someone who gets competitive and likes sports

so you weren’t surprised when he invited you for a paintball session

only for the staff to place you on the other team with complete strangers…

you didn’t do well with strangers so obviously it was gonna be hard communicating up with them but riki being very sociable, had no problem in small talk, and came up with a few strategies to take out your team

his first opponent to take out was you☺️

so while you were hiding behind a tree, riki saw you and ran up to you, giving you a small back hug, wrapping his arms around your waist

“what the- riki what are you doing?!” you were surprised someone had come up behind you

“hi!!” he giggled, “how are you doing?” you were about to answer when he teased, “oops, sorry i’m eliminating you first!” and shot your vest with the paint

“riki what! i’m your girlfriend..” he just giggled

safe to say you got a bit mad petty much and riki had to smother you with little kisses all over your face when you guys got home

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On thin ice (Hockey player! Miguel O’Hara x Figure skater! Fem! Reader)

A/N: Im in a fucking rollllll. This series is my current hyper fixation and since I don’t really have an uploading schedule I just do it whenever lol. Also I LOOOVE reading all of y’all comments, they’re funny and they warm my heart. Y’all got me kicking my feet, giggling, blushing, twirling my hair. Anyways, apologies for If Miguel’s ooc and any spelling mistakes and grammatical errors since this isn’t proofread. Y’all may feast lol.

(Y/N)- Your name.

Cursing, angst.

Word count: 1.4k

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Chapter 4: Are there some aces up your sleeve?

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“(Y/N), that is the 4th time you messed up the Camel spin today. If you can’t do it then we’ll just take it out of the program-“

“No! No, I can do it coach! I’m just having an off day and-“

“That’s not an excuse. Regionals are in late October, it is September. There shouldn’t be any excuse, we’re been doing this on repeat. This should be muscle memory.”

Coach Kavinsky words were only twisting the knife. You brought your shaky hands up to cover your nose and mouth, attempting to warm your face a bit and keep yourself from sobbing. Ever since you woke up in the morning everything has gone to shit. You failed your exam in your math class, on your way to your english class, you tripped and dropped your Starbucks, causing it to spill all over your shoes, and now you kept messing up the program. Logan could tell you were mere minutes away from a breakdown, your eyes were wet and your breathing was rapid, partly from skating and partly because you were trying to keep an oncoming panic attack at bay. “I-I can do it! I can do it, I just need a minute-“ you stutter and stumbles over your words, you bring your gloved hands over your face and placing them on the top of your hands.

“I think we should take a break coach, (Y/N) just needs to get some fresh air, right (Y/N)?” Logan said in a calm voice as the put his hand on your shoulder, but you quickly shook it off.

“No, it’s okay I can do it. See?” You were going hysterical, getting into position to do the spin only to fail the spin and fall butt first on the ice. Okay now you were having a breakdown.

“Jesus… okay. Logan take her outside, help her calm down will you?” Coach Kavinsky said to Logan who just nodded, waiting for you to move to your knees to help you get up and out of the rink.

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“I-I don’t know what’s wrong with me today…” You stuttered in between shallow breaths, Logan’s hand rubbing slow smooth circles on your back in an attempt to help you calm down. “I’ve- I’ve never had trouble with that spin before- I just- I-“ you couldn’t finish, you’re stutters just devolving into more sobs as you put your face into your partner’s chest, tears spilling out. “I’m getting your shirt all wet…” You managed to say with a small chuckle as you pulled away after a few minutes, but the laugh was devoid of any warmness or joy. Your hand wiping some left over tears from your cheeks.

“It’s fine, I’m more worried about my best friend.” Logan said with a small smile, the hand that was rubbing your back now tracing up to your shoulders and pulling you closer to him in a side hug, you let out a small sigh as you laid your head on his shoulder.

“Thanks Logan… I’m sorry… I’m a totally mess…” You mumbled as you wipe some more tears away, your eyes red and puff, a headache slowly creeping up on you from all the crying.

—

“Why… the fuck my is Ice princess and her little skating partner so close…” Miguel thought as he got out car, slamming the door without realizing as he glares at you and Logan from his spot across the parking lot. You or Logan hadn’t seen him since you were both so far away, and were more focused on trying to calm you down, Miguel was too far to noticed your tear stained face.

“Damn Miguel, dent the door why don’t you.” Peter attempted to joke while getting out from the passenger seat but his voice faltered, letting out a nervous chuckle after. Peter already knew the team was gonna be used as Miguel’s personal stress ball for the entirety of the practice time. Miguel just sent a glare at him in response, a small grunt escapes his lips as both of them grab their bags and hockey sticks from the back seat. “You seem more mad than usual, wanna talk about it? Or are you just gonna “accidentally” slam half the team into the boards like always?” He probes his captain, but he already knew his answer. Everyone on the team knew that Miguel isn’t a talk-about-your-feelings person.

“Shut up Parker.” He mutters as he slings his bag on his shoulders, closing and locking the door before both males started to make their way to the entrance. You currently burying your face into Logan’s shoulder, so Miguel couldn’t see your face, and Logan’s head was resting on top of yours, his arm still over your shoulders, his thumb creasing small circles on your shoulder. As soon as you were in ear-shot, Miguel shouted out to you both. “Aww look at the two lovebirds!” His voice dripping with sarcasm to hid the slight anger and jealousy he felt.

“I’m not in the mood, Miguel…” You’re voice was horse and raspy, as you spoke, and your eyes were bloodshot and puffy when you lifted your head up to look at him. The sight made Miguel’s heart ache, but the way your body was so close to Logan’s made it fill with rage and envy a lot more.

“She’s having a bad day, can we save-“ Logan started but was swiftly cut off.

“And that’s my problem because?” He hissed, eyes narrowing. “What’s wrong huh? Did he drop you on your back again? Or was it something stupid like missing up a spin?” He taunted with a head tilt, Logan glared at Miguel, his hand’s grip tightening on your shoulder, Peter just nervously shifted his weight back and forth between his feet and you, well you were trying not to burst into tears again. He made it sound a lot more simple then it felt like, it made you feel embarrassed for being so distraught about it. He had no way of knowing that’s actually the reason for your tears.

“Can you not be a dick for 5 minutes?” You ask with an exhausted dry laugh, the laugh was your body’s way of holding yourself back from beginning to sob again. Your hand goes up to wipe some smuggled mascara from under your eyes. “Everything has been so fucking shitty all day, I-I don’t need you to come her and kick me while I’m down, Okay?” Your voice cracked as you spoke, and it only made Miguel feel worse.

You were right, he was acting like a major jerk right now. God what is wrong with him? Here you were in such a vulnerable place, your heart laying bare in front of him, and instead of making you feel better, instead of making your chest full with warmth and reassurance, he grabbed your still beating heart and began to feast on it like it was that night’s dinner.

God. What the fuck Miguel? What the fuck? What the fuck. Whatthefuck. Whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck-

“Alright,” Coach Kavinsky came outside, crossing her arms as she spoke. “I’m just gonna cut practice short, it’s almost over anyways.” She said to Logan and you, before turning to you and speaking to you directly, “Go home, get some rest, and don’t stress yourself out too much over this, alright (Y/N?) Tomorrow is a new day, a fresh start, don’t let this one bad practice ruin your confidence in the program.” She finished, you just shook your head at her before she turned around and walked back into the building.

“Alright… let’s get you inside…” Logan said to you in a low comforting tone, getting off the sidewalk before helping you up, and began to walk you inside.

Miguel Let out a Heavy sigh, glancing to his side, running a hand through his slicked back dark hair, before attempting to speak, “Look. Princes-“ but he quickly shut his mouth when Logan looked over at him and sent him a dark glare, not stopping as he grabs your hand and drags you inside. If looks could kill, Miguel would be six feet under.

After a beat of silence, Peter cleared his throat before speaking, “well…that’s one way of trying to get her to notice you, nice going Miguel.” If Miguel didn’t already plan on releasing all his confused feelings and frustrations out on the ice before, he sure as hell was going to now. Miguel sent Peter a glare, mumbling some curses under his breath in Spanish , before he began to go walk into the arena, Peter stumbling to catch up with him.

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i've been meaning to tell you // lance stroll

summary: y/n has something to share with her husband post bahrain 2023 that might make the whole weekend just a little bit sweeter.

warnings: mentions of pregnancy, fertility issues. can be read as a sequel to 'baby steps'

shes waiting for him in the garage post-race

baby ayla isnt so baby any more, the toddler sitting on her mother's shoulders as lance comes into the garage

hes rubbing his sore wrists; there are still pins holding the bones in his arm together

the official story was that he was injured in a biking accident

what the media didn't know was that he was just going down their cozy residential street in montreal with the dog, his wife and his daughter

lance was the only one to hit the pothole

hence two broken wrists and a broken toe

"daddy!" ayla shouts from her mother's shoulders as y/n stroll laughs, gingerly helping her daughter put both feet back on the garage floor

ayla launches herself at her father, and lance is trying not to wince as the toddler steps on his previously broken toe

"hey, princess." he coos, hefting ayla into his arms despite the pain shooting through his arms. "did you see how fast my car was?"

"i saw you hit uncle fernando at the beginning."

"babe, your wrists." y/n warns softly, kissing her husband on the cheek. "i'm proud of you, lance.

"where is my son and my granddaughter!" claire-ann stroll choruses, jaunting through the garage to take ayla out of lance's arms before congratulating her son with a kiss on both cheeks

y/n laughed as lance's cheeks went red before she gently took his hand in hers

"come on, let's go ice this wrist of yours."

they go out to the back patio of the hospitality suite

fireworks are still going off, post race celebrations ensuing as the happy couple sit down at one of the cast iron tables

their own quiet corner of the universe as y/n wraps both of her husband's wrists in an ice pack

"you really do need to be more careful, honey. you could have made everything worse out there. i was worried, though you wouldn't have guessed it from the way i was cheering in there."

"i know, baby. i know." lance said softly, leaning over to press a kiss to the side of his wife's head. "and i know things have been really difficult lately, but i feel like something finally went right for once."

y/n smiled. "you'll get your podium, sweetheart. i know you will."

things had been far from easy in the stroll household for the past few months

they had been trying desperately for a second child, but each attempt had been met with a disappointing ending

it hadn't been easy on either of them

all lance wanted was for his wife to be happy

all that y/n wanted was a family.

"i think that things are going to start looking up for us sooner than you think."

she has a really soft smile on her face as she reached into her purse for the folded up photograph

and lance hates himself for getting his hopes up, just in case it fails again, just in case of the worst case scenario

she'd barely containing her tears as she places the ultrasound photo on the table in front of him.

"i didn't want to tell you until i was absolutely sure."

neither of them can stop their smiles

lance is pretty sure that a tear or two fell when he wasn't looking.

"we're going to have another baby, lance."

"that's why my mom is here, isn't it? to keep an eye on you when i couldn't." lance is laughing as she casts the ice packs aside

pulling his wife in for a hug, wrists be damned.

"i'm so happy right now, i can't even explain it."

"i love you, lance." y/n giggles, kissing lance softly. "you make me so happy, baby."

lance kisses her again, the smile still etched on his face.

"i love you more, y/n."

he looks towards the hospitality doors.

"do you think my mom would be up to babysit tonight? i feel like we haven't had enough time to ourselves lately. i want to take you out to celebrate."

"as long as you're buying me dessert."

lance can't remember being this happy since he held his daughter for this first time.

"deal."

@libraryofloveletters @magnummagnussen @diorleclerc @sidcrosbyspuck @scuderiamh @daydreamingleclerc

#lance stroll #lance stroll x reader #f1 headcanons #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 x y/n #lance stroll headcanons

[thebadboyfanclub]

Take Care Of Me, My Love (Aemond x Reader)

Hey y’all, how y’all doing? Ok let’s cut to the shit, I felt inspired and wrote this so. Enjoy!

Princess (y/n),

First of her name

The first child of Daemon targaryen

And the only child of Lady Mysaria

Princess of the Dragonstones and the rightful heir of the iron throne after Rhaenyra.

Well sort of, Rhaenyra had embraced her as her own since (y/n) never had a true mother, as soon as she was born Mysaria had fled the palace, leaving her daughter behind with Daemon who was delighted of how easily he had gotten rid of Mysaria, (y/n) never heard of her or from her until later on in her life when someone informed her that Mysaria had died. She then had Laena who was very graceful and kind to (y/n), no one could deny that she loved her, however when the twins were born only her father truly paid attention to her, she now had kids of her own and a very broody husband to manage.

When Rhaenyra wed her father Daemon she finally felt the true love and touch of a mother, (y/n) admired Rhaenyras strength and how she stood tall no matter the circumstance, she was (y/n)s mentor and Jace, Luke and Joffrey were such joy to be around.

When it was announced to her via her step brother Jacaerys that not only were they betrothed, Rhaenyra declared Jacaerys as the rightful heir.

(Y/n) felt like the world had caved in, she was the first child, she has been prepared for her duties since she was just a toddler, now she was told she could only be “the wife” and kings consort.

To say she was livid was an understatement, how dare they arrange a marriage without asking for her agreement, Jace might be content with being a mere player in Rhaenyras game but (y/n) felt her blood boil at the thought of anyone controlling her life.

So she did was she does best, in the midst of night she went and retrieved her dragon.

Ralla hatched when (y/n) was still a baby, a day after her first name day (y/n) hugged the egg and the first cracks started to appear. Since then Ralla and (y/n) were attached, especially on the nights when (y/n) felt alone.

Ralla was a fairly big dragon, she had grown to be bigger than Syrax and she got the nickname of “Ralla the Lady of Ice” she was white as snow and her fire breath was blue, stronger and brighter than most of the other dragons.

Up in the sky she could finally breathe, everything seemed so small from that point of view and sometimes (y/n) wished she could live on Rallas dragon back. She was flying in no particular direction until she heard wings of another dragon flapping pretty close

“īlon issi daor mērī Ralla”*1

She said as she lightly rubbed her dragon on the side of her neck. She leaned in and guided her dragon in a swift motion so she can circle and look for the mysterious visitor, although if she was being honest with herself she already knew who it could be.

“Ao kostagon dakogon yn ao kostagon’t ruaragon”*2

At that moment a dragon flew right next to her, spreading its humongous wings and almost hitting Ralla.

(Y/n) laughed at the failed attempt to scare her but was relieved to be in his presence, they exchanged a look and then she took it upon herself to guide them in the ground, somewhere that they wouldn’t be bothered or discovered by others.

As she gracefully landed Ralla close to the shore, her company followed. (Y/n) brushed her hair back in its place and fixed her dress once she came down of Rallas back.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?”

“I heard the news, I wanted to wish the happy couple a long and prosperous marriage, may you be blessed with many offsprings”

(Y/n) groaned at the sound of that word. Marriage and kids was in her plans but not now and definitely not with Jace.

She loved him but as a brother, he was a good and honourable man, any other girl would kill to have someone as handsome and as kind as Jace. To (y/n) it felt wrong, especially since her heart belongs to someone else, that “someone else” was now standing there and wished her well in a future that he is not a part of. It almost made her throw up at the mere thought of it.

(Y/n) turned her back along with closing her eyes in order to soothe herself and collect her thoughts, her hands felt abnormally cold as she clapped them together and brought them closer to her chest in a way of seeking comfort.

“Happy couple… far from it. As he gets to rise to the throne I am told that I should be more than satisfied with being the kings consort. I am the first child of Daemon Targaryen, brother of King Viserys. I should be the one to inherit after rhaenyra”

“Rhaenyra won’t even be the one to inherit the throne my dear, my father has barely opened his eyes and my mother won’t rest until she sees Aegon on that throne”

She scoffed loudly. As she turned to face Aemond who had walked and stood right behind her as a result he now could be face to face with (y/n). As the wind blew a few strands of her grazed her angry face, her eyebrows furrowed as she looked at him through almost shut eyes.

“Aegon?! That idiotic fool who drinks his days away in addition of harassing half of the servants in the palace? He could never be king, he would destroy everything my uncle has worked for”

She claimed in a higher tone than usual. Aemond could only smile at her as his hands reached for her upper arms, letting his fingertips graze the fabric of her dress up and down.

(Y/n) let her shoulders sink slightly also taking yet another deep breath at a desperate attempt to put her anger aside. The feeling of disrespect and unfairness filled her soul with such hatred that made her brain go on fire.

“How could they do this to me? Betroth me without my permission and deny me what’s rightfully mine? Rhaenyra is King Viserys daughter, he is my uncle”

“Life is unfair I’m afraid, don’t fret over the iron throne yet. What I cannot get pass is your new… soon to be husband”

That’s when (y/n) could finally snap out of her rage. Hearing the bitterness spew out of Aemond as he let the word barely get out of his mouth forced her to realise how difficult this is for him. She studied his facial expected soon, his lips closed shut as his jaw clenched tighter, even his shoulders were tense. Her hand reached up to graze his cheek for a few seconds with the back of her fingers.

“I promise you my love that I will only let that happen when I’m cold in my grave”

She whispered to him, a promise she was determined to keep. She took one more step and let the space between them become a thing of the past, (y/n) rested her head on his shoulder Aemond brushed his hand through her hair and took in her addicting scent in.

Everything about her was intoxicating to him, it was the only way he understood why his brother was drinking so much, if he could he would also drown in her presence, let her consume his life and die while under her influence, if he had any word in it he wished his grave to be her arms.

“You are the one that owns my heart, my fire”

She reassured him once again. Aemond and (y/n) had developed a relationship that grew stronger as time went on, they were careful in sneaking away from everyone else since they were very aware of how their families would react to their relationship, his mother although kind she was always clear of how displeased she was with (y/n)s wild temper, on the other side her father and Rhaenyra despised Aemond due to the altercation that had occurred years ago that costed him his eye. They were very lucky about their cover up since (y/n) had defended poor little lucerys and for years she had nothing but negative things to say for Aemond.

What they had forgotten to consider was that they were both at a time in their life that marriage was becoming something their families had to take into serious consideration.

“I understand why they betroth you to him, yet I cannot help than feel anger. I once again come second”

Second… second. (Y/n) snapped her head up at that word, Aemond was expecting her to be bothered by his words yet to his surprise she was smiling up at him. He looked at her with a questionable look since he could not understand why she was pleased with the situation.

“What if we tell them that Jacaerys came second?”

“I’m afraid that I do not understand you dearest”

“I give you my maidens head, by morning we announce it to my father… together”

Aemonds lips curved into a smile, joining (y/n) on her mast plan idea. He had never dreamed of that possibility, well he had dreamed of it and craved it many times but would never dare to suggest it, he wanted (y/n) to come to him. Aemonds hands cupped her cheeks before he crashed his lips with hers moreover deepening to a passionate kiss.

“You are an amazing woman”

He complimented her in between kisses as he was finally allowed to do what he had only dreamed of. She giggled at his eagerness and responded with the same amount of lust radiating of her body as her arms were wrapping around his neck pulling him closer that they could physically be.

He laid her down carefully, making sure she was comfortable before his hungry self ripped of the clothes of her body, their eyes full of passion as their bodies followed the urge they had ignored for so long.

“Take care of me my love”

She whispered in his ear as he supported himself on top of her, her hair becoming one of other the dirt and her naked skin feeling the breeze and raised goosebumps.

Getting lost in each others arms and their bodies working together, it was a pretty chilly night however they managed to sweat as they to one another tightly. Their sounds could be mistaken for animals and the aggression mixed with the tenderness was something that would make the most filthy person blush. (Y/n) could not let him go even after their passion shimmered down, they stayed intertwined until the sun rose the first rays caressed their bodies, Aemond admired how her skin blisters under the sunlight during the early hours

“My treasure”

He called for her before hugging her once again, (y/n) was overwhelmed by pleasure and joy that made her almost forget that the guards are going to start looking for her soon and that’s if they hadn’t done it yet.

“We need to move Aemond, it’s time for us to face the world”

“Together, from this point on we do all of it together. I swear to you that you will never be alone”

*1 “we are not alone Ralla”

*2 “you can run but you can’t hide”

#house of the dragon aemond #aemond smut #aemond x y/n #aemond x you #aemond imagine #aemond fanfiction #aemond the kinslayer #aemond fic #aemond stannies #prince aemond #aemond targaryen #house of the dragon #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond targaryen x fem!oc #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x you #house of the dragon imagine #hotd x reader #hotd #hotd aemond #hotd fanfic #hotd season 1 #aemond fluff #house of the dragon x reader

[machatheo]

enhypen as types of kisses

or how do they prefer to kiss you

heeseung

top of the head kisses

his way of comforting as he knows it provides you some sense of assurance and comfort

you’re also the perfect height for him so when you hug, you also get a kiss

extra: whenever niki sees him doing that, he never fails to call you both an old married couple

jay

shoulder kisses

loves to pepper your shoulders with light kisses and most of the time he doesn’t mean for it to be sensual

the kisses are most likely to be accompanied with a back massage too

jay also likes coming up behind you and surprising you with a kiss to your shoulder, then wrapping his hands around your torso and resting his chin on your shoulder

jake

forehead kisses

you’re the perfect height for him to lean down and press a chaste kiss on your forehead

or when you sit in front of each other and he just randomly leans in

most of the time he just tricks you by following your lips but then kissing your forehead instead

he thinks it’s so simple yet carries so much love

usually it’s his way of telling you that you’re safe with him and that he loves you a lot

sunghoon

hand kisses

you’d never have thought of sunghoon as a classy guy but he really is an ice prince when he takes your hand and presses it against his lips, all while holding eye contact

you can’t decipher what exactly does this type of affection mean but it doesn’t matter because sunghoon’s lips are soft and they tickle your skin

it makes you blush a lot

it also makes you feel like you’re some royalty

in sunghoon’s defense it’s really just him enjoying seeing you flustered and because he does want you to feel like a princess because you are.

sunoo

nose kisses

he absolutely adores your reactions especially when you scrunch up your face after a kiss

he also thinks it’s really cute when you do it back to him

sometimes he rubs your nose with his and it gives him butterflies

it’s just a really sweet way of him showing his affection towards you

jungwon

cheek kisses

does it as a way of greeting you or saying goodbye or honestly, just whenever he feels like it

it became a routine ever since you began dating and you’d never change it with something else

his kisses are very loving and sweet and he knows that they make you feel content

blushes profusely when you do it back to him

niki

peck kisses

niki is still quite shy around you so a simple peck does the job

he thinks it’s enough for you to be reminded that he still likes you very much

also it’s funny to him whenever he can just quickly peck you on the lips when you’re talking, shutting you up and taking you by surprise

#enhypen fluff #enhypen jake fluff #enhypen sunghoon fluff #enhypen jungwon fluff #enhypen heeseung fluff #enhypen jay fluff #enhypen sunoo fluff #enhypen niki fluff #enhypen #enhypen scenarios

[greenorangevioletgrass]

Paper Rings with TS-type reader and Bradley?

It started innocently enough. Bradley is babysitting his 5-year-old goddaughter Flora for the evening and has got himself wrapped around her little glitter-polished finger. He’s been through all the phases with her—the princess phase, the dinosaur phase, the Lego phase… although this one might be the toughest yet.

The little girl and the big man are much too preoccupied to hear you come in, sitting cross-legged on the living room floor, elbows resting on Bradley’s bespoke coffee table with colorful papers strewn around. You hear Flora’s adorable posh English accent from the hallway.

“So you just fold like this… and like so…”

“Wait, wait, wait. Slow down!”

“Come on, Uncle B. Don’t be a slowpoke.”

“I got big fingers and the foldings are really small. Hold up, Flo,” Bradley huffs.

You stifle a chuckle, but failing, and both of them turn to look at you.

“You’re back!” Flora gets up to her feet and runs up to give you a hug. “Did you write a lot of songs in the studio today?”

“Yeah, actually. What are you guys doing?” You stroke her hair a little before guiding her back to the living room.

“Flora’s teaching me origami,” Bradley smiles wryly, leaning up to you for a quick kiss.

“Aw?” You give him a peck on the cheek.

“She’s a very good teacher.”

Flora grins and gushes, “Show her what you made for her, Uncle B!”

“Oh! Uh…” he scratches the back of his neck sheepishly, then presents the pink little thing to you so delicately by holding it between his fingers.

“Bradley…”

“Sorry it’s a little wonky…”

“No! It’s perfect.” You extend your hand so he can put the wonky paper ring on your finger. “Thank you.”

“And now you’re engaged! Yay!” Flora pipes up chirpily.

You and Bradley turn to her in panic. “What? No!”

He reddens in the face. “I mean, not yet—” he looks at you and realizes this isn’t something you’ve discussed in the three short months you’ve been together... “Shit! Oh— don’t tell your parents I said that. In fact, don’t tell them anything, okay?”

Flora blinks at him, puzzled.

You suck in a slow breath. “Who wants ice cream?”

#paper rings is also SO THEM??? #aaaahhh they’re my whole life now bye #bradley bradshaw #footballer!bradley #Bradley bradshaw imagine #bradley bradshaw x reader #ask ava #ava writes

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Unexpected hyperfixation??

okay so what the fuck guys I just finished watching the Disney film Inside Out (2015) and my god JOY

JOY is so MOTHER like, MOMMY? Literally on the very first minute of the movie, when she was the first emotion to appear, she said "It was me and Riley forever", that caught my interest. And it only snowballed from there. I found how she would hug the memory balls so lovingly, super interesting

So definitely her defining character trait is a control freak, nice but actually covertly nasty. I love me a possessive smother, she was not too thrilled to know that she had to share the room with other emotions. But she eventually tolerated and became nice to them because they had a use to keep Riley alive and safe. But is highkey a hater towards Sadness because she thinks that blue fuck is only there to cause misery towards her beloved Riley.

Like WOW the core memories are all controlled by Joy and she genuinely finds JOY in doing menial shit like "dream duty" unlike the other emotions who finds it a chore. She does not sleep fr fr, rather obsessing over Riley and her thoughts and CONTROLLING everything so that Riley is forever happy and in bliss.

She physically cannot let Riley go to sleep sad, so she played a memory about her ice skating back in Minnesota, and she was also skating around in the headquarters. I interpreted it as Joy wanting to be physically outside Riley's head so she could mother her better and steal Riley from her parents to make her into Joy's daughter. I Pretend I Do Not See TVtropes explanation of that saying she secretly wants to be Riley because that does not fit into my ideal 💯💯

In that scene where a sad core memory was created, homegirl flipped the fuck out and tries to immediately get rid of it, throwing hands with Sadness and pulling her hair and shit just to avoid it creating whatever crappy mcshitster island it might have made.

Then the scene where she sees the mind workers siphoning faded memories to be thrown to the memory dump to be disintegrated, she was also freaking out because those are "perfectly good memories" and proceeds to list some obscure ass esoteric information about Riley's childhood, the names of every Cutie Pie princess doll to be exact LIKE DAMN JOY YOU REMEMBER THAT SHIT? DAMN

she got mad when the workers threw those memories away and briefly told them to bring them back YESS I SEE YOU HOARDER MAMI

and she is WELL ACQUAINTED with Riley's imaginary best friend because she gives a crap about everything related to Riley- like she remembers everything about his antics and work- FUCK BRO like Sadness doesn't seem to know who the hell that guy is but JOY DOES even down to that song they sang, and you can tell that she stays UP watching her dreams because she knew the Unicorn actress and her work too.

Joy's only priority is Riley like what the hell, it's just making Riley happy at all costs and she litcherally abandoned sadness at long term memory just so that she could get back up there and make her happy.

When bing bong's rocket got thrown into the pit and he was understandably devastated, Joy wasted no time in trying to cheer him up JUST SO the party could keep moving, she does not give TWO SHITS about him being sad, she just cared about Riley and Riley is #1 in her abstract ass brain. Like she even got annoyed when Sadness showed actual empathy and talked to bing bong, thinking it will just hinder advancements

And she just does NOT want Riley to feel other emotions if its not necessary, like logically yes scaring an 11 year old in her dream is going to wake her up immediately. But she would rather go the dumbass route of making a dream so happy and joyful that she would wake up like???? sanity and IQ slippage right there because she is distressed over not being able to save Riley just yet, or because of her possessiveness.

Bro?? Like when she's going through the recall tube (that inevitably failed), she was supposed to let sadness get sucked up with her, but because of her blueness is contaminating the core memories she was like "SORRY RILEY NEEDS TO BE HAPPY" and just kicked her to the curb, like with almost no hesitation she just shoved her away

My god, my favourite scene was when she was at the bottom of the memory dump where she sees the grey orbs being turned to dust and blown away, she was crying and mourning over the small details and memories like how Riley would stick her tongue out while colouring, and that one line "I can listen to her stories, all day." Like DAMN MISS OBSESSIVE ATTENTIVE I SEE YOUU

and she watched some random memory about Riley twirling around and falling like an idiot as a toddler, and she sobbed hard, like it isn't that deep but it is to Joy. Like the small stuff that she would obsess to the moon over like BRO FUCK THATS WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT

And the fact that there is this huge theme of "I do not want my Daughter-cum-flesh mecha to grow up" in Joy's character makes me want Joy so bad

Literally, throughout the entire 1h 30ish minute movie Joy's like: "I must save Riley. I live for Riley. In this reality it is only Riley", whereas the other personalities do give a damn about themselves a fair amount, a normal amount. Whereas Joy just devotes her entire concept to Riley, as in she has no personality other than obsessive, possessive, and controlling just for the best of Riley and her happiness, ALL SHE THINKS OF IS RILEY OR RELATING TO HER

like she could have been sadness where she became a sad sack about how she fucked up and stuff, and yes Joy DID fuck up by being an asshat to sadness, because she turns out to be important in regulating Riley's emotions. But Joy does not sulk and mope and become immobilized for long, she has work to do and that is to take care of Riley, LIKE?? DAMN JOY U CAN PUSH THRU SELF HATRED LIKE THAT JUST FOR YOUR RILEY

no she doesn't feel too awkward, too guilty or too shitty that she starts to alienate herself from the 4, but she just continues business as usual for the sake of Riley. Nothing matters except Riley's happiness AND wellbeing.

I swear to god Joy is the Yves emotion man, If my brain works like how the Inside Out universe works, Yves is literally Joy piloting my brain on a daily basis like omg that's YVES

Yves would be kinning so hard with Joy fr fr, he would be breathing so hard and gripping till the handles of his seat breaks, frothing at the mouth and pupils blown out at the thought of getting into your brain and accessing ALL those memory orbs, maybe even finding a way to make copies and export them into real life and to fill up his data vault

#oc yves

[urperfectcinnamonroll07]

Nishimura Riki dating hc's

requested?: no genre: headcanons pairings: nishimura riki x gn!reader warnings: nothing really, just a whole bunch of fluff, riki being a cutie pie, small mentions of teasing/pet names, about it, lmk if i missed anything summary: n/a word count: 788 a/n: hiya babes, just thought i would make a little headcanon for riki, stay tunes for maybe two(?) drabbles tonight, idk if i'll get round to both of them lol, but enjoy, mwah

honestly dk where to start here

okay, I feel like riki would definitely tease you if you’re shorter than him

especially if you two had gotten into a fight

i feel like he would move things into a higher up position just to get you to talk to  him if you were giving him the cold shoulder

i also feel like he would give you pretty sweet nicknames, but also some teasing ones

like: angel, princess, shortie and etc

if you liked baking/cooking, i feel like he would try to cook with you

ends with you two having a food fight of some sort, and having to shower to get the remanence of the foods off of you two

or maybe if you were like baking, he would get frosting and put it on your nose with the little “you got something there, lemme get it for you”

or like, smearing the icing all over your face

definitely would love going on late night walks with you

like, while you were looking at the sunset he would be just staring at you

i dunno if he would really be the type to show he is a hopeless romantic, but definitely denies it when you bring it up

tries to act all tough, but deep down if just a baby

back hugs>>>>>>

like, if you were cooking or busy with something, he would just come up behind you and hug you, leaving feather light kisses on you neck

and sometimes vice versa

with the acting all tough thing, i feel like at night he would just want to be held by you

like with his head on your chest, listening to your steady heartbeat and slow breathing

helps him fall asleep yk

i feel like if you were on your period (for female readers or those who have periods) he wouldn’t really know what to do

“are you on like, your girl time?”

“yes riki, i’m on my period”

i feel like he would still go to the shops and buy you what you need

having baths together to comfort you and get rid of cramps

on the side of comforting, i feel like he would defo do something to try and make you laugh if you were having a rough day/crying

probably shit at comforting, but will try his hardest when you need it

also seeks warmth from you

needs a lot of comfort himself with being an idol and all

very stressful job yk

especially at his age

i feel like also with his height, he would looooooooooove seeing how big his clothes were on you

also just likes to show you off as his

sometimes takes you to the dance studio so you can see him nd all of the others dancing

definitely tries to show off

but fails miserably by messing up a dance move or smt

also i feel like he would try to show off by playing basketball of something like that

you’re probably the first to see his hair when he dyes it

his hugs can be are your home

like, his hugs are so tight and comforting yk

you fell first but he fell harder ykyk

defo says ‘i love you’ first

like, hes half asleep when he says it, his head on your chest

and when he realises what he said, hes like, ‘oh shit’

but then you say it back and hes so relieved

like

when you know you know, yk?

literally loves you so  much, even if he doesn’t show it all that much

i feel like he wouldn’t be all into pda, but defo shows that you’re his in public when he sees people staring at you

love languages are maybe like, acts of service, maybe a sprinkle of physical affection

our boy js needs a lot of love yk

“i saw this and it reminded me of you”

“aw, riks, you didn’t have to”

literally gets you anything that reminds him of you/things he knows you would like

i feel like he would also maybe gets into fights for you if he hears someone chatting shit about you

ends with you sat across from him, cleaning his cuts and stuff

overall loves you a ton and would do anything for you

defo a lot of teasing on both of your behalf

hypes you up when you dress up or (if you’re into make up) do your make up nicely for an event

his kisses are soft at first, but he slowly starts to get more confident in kissing you

but yeah

i feel like he would love you so much even if he doesn’t show it all that much, but definitely shows it in different ways

#kpop #enhypen #nishimura riki #nishimura riki x reader #fluff #riki fluff

[jungle-angel]

It Feels Like Home (Calvin Evans x Reader)

Summary: There's no place you'd rather be than at home with your husband and family.......unless it's your favorite vacation spot

Warnings: Mentions of birth, bound feet, potential injury etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse

You lifted the dutch oven out of your actual oven, lifting the lid with a potholder and inhaling the delicious scent of the beef burgundy which had slow cooked all day long. You still felt the occasional sting of the post-holiday blues, but it hadn't been as bad as it had before, knowing that soon you would have more time-off coming to you.

You peered into the living room to see Ellen playing happily on the floor with Six-Thirty, giggling up a storm as he sniffed her. You couldn't believe how big Ellen was getting, already a sweet looking little cherub with the pinkest cheeks you had ever seen and the cutest giggle that never failed to make you smile. Already she was sitting up on her own, able to hug both Six-Thirty's and Cal's faces with her chubby little arms. As for Six-Thirty, he had proved to be the best older sibling she ever had.

You heard a car pulling up into the driveway, your face lighting up, knowing it was your husband. Sure enough, he came through the front door, his own face lighting up seeing the baby and the dog both playing together in the living room.

"Well, good evening, princess," he cooed, scooping her up into his arms. "Is Momma still home?"

You laughed, leaning against the frame of the kitchen doorway. "What? You thought I'd leave her here alone?"

Calvin made his way to you and pressed a kiss to your lips. "Anything crazy happen while I was out?"

"Well, Mei's grandma came hobbling over for a little bit," you answered. "I made her a pot of black tea and we split those cookies that Rose and Sandy made last week."

"She shouldn't be walking in the snow," Calvin said when he heard.

"Cal, she's eighty-six years old," you chuckled. "Do you really think she's gonna listen to anybody else?"

"No but, the last thing you, me or anybody else wants is for her to fall on the ice," Calvin answered.

That had been true. You always felt bad when Nainai insisted she walk everywhere despite the damage that had been done to her feet. Even though they hadn't been in that state for long and had healed to a normal state, it had been bad enough where she had walked with a hobble and needed the use of a cane. Numerous times, you and Cal had offered her a ride home, even though the Shangs lived around the block, but Nainai had insisted she walk home herself to try and keep her feet working.

"Oh something smells delicious," he groaned, tickling the baby a little to make her laugh.

"It's your mother's beef burgundy recipe," you informed him.

Calvin's eyes went wide. "Mashed potatoes?"

You lifted off the lid of the other pot, revealing the mounds of mashed potatoes within. Calvin was in absolute heaven when he smelled them, all mixed together with garlic and chives.

As soon as you had Ellen in her little high-chair, dinner was served. It was one of those nights where it had been much needed, the weather outside becoming frightfully cold and the snow blowing up and down the block to batter the doors and windows of every house nearby. You and Cal exchanged stories about the goings on of the day while Ellen had gotten a little messy to say the least. Six-Thirty however, had gotten it into his head, to lick her face clean before you could run a wet washcloth over it.

"Ok, ok, you.....down," Calvin said to Six-Thirty, snapping his fingers.

Six-Thirty obeyed and moved to his spot back under the table before you snuck him a little piece of beef for his troubles. "Whatcha think sweetheart?" he asked. "That time of the night?"

"I definitely think little princess could use a bath, that's for sure," you chuckled.

Calvin lifted Ellen from her high-chair and brought her right upstairs while you loaded the dishes into the sink to be scrubbed and cleaned later, the dutch oven being filled with soap and water to soak. You slipped your remaining pocket change from the day into the jar next to the toaster, the front of it labeled "fund for dishwasher". You had dreamed of that day ever since you and Calvin had gotten married and how amazing it would be to finally have not only a dishwasher, but a washer and dryer for the basement. You, Calvin and Ellen went through so many clothes in a week that it was exhausting and despite the help from your husband and mother-in-law, the piles of laundry in the basement never really seemed to let up.

As soon as the dishes were done, dried and put away, you hurried upstairs, just in time to be met with your husband carrying Ellen in her little yellow bath towel.

"Thank you Cal," you whispered, kissing his cheek.

"No worries sweetpea," he replied, kissing you back.

#calvin evans #calvin evans x reader #lessons in chemistry

[mostly-mundane-atla]

If you could write your own indulgent episode of atla, what would it be about? By indulgent, I mean super indulgent. You write it in any style you'd like, happen whenever during the timeline, focus on any character you'd want (even making it completely about some ocs), anything!

Oh man, my tastes have changed so much since first watching the show (the value I put in it is more sentimental than anything tbh) that an entirely self-indulgent version would be completely unrecognizable. Instead of the love letter to animoo and kung fu movies we got, it'd be more like an amalgamation of Princess Mononoke, the Song of Ice and Fire books, the Táin Bó Cúailgne, Inupiaq orphan hero stories, Light Chaser Animation, Lone Wolf and Cub, the True Grit remake, Cultist Simulator, The Handmaiden, and my favorite operas. Also, it would have vampires. And maybe reference Homestuck. And the theme song would be a cover of Gimme Shelter by the Rolling Stones

For something that could actually exist in the Avatar: the Last Airbender we all know and love, however, i'd like to have an episode that leans into horror elements where Aang has to relive Avatar Kuruk's memories of fighting for his life in the spirit world. I'm thinking it would start with Aang in a very fitful sleep. We hear his heartbeat ring in his ears and it flashes to his dream where he is Kuruk fighting off dark spirits, and then it flashes back to Aang's sleeping face, but zoomed in a little, and this goes on, flashing to Kuruk and then back at Aang, a little closer each time, until Aang's eyes glow, suggesting he's in some altered form of the Avatar State.

The dream/memory plays out like a survival horror, where Aang as Kuruk is at all times just inches from death at the hands of beings that are not of the mortal world. Kuruk's voice is there too, asking Aang if he remembers Ummi from all those lifetimes ago. Aang says "she was stolen, wasn't she?" Kuruk also asks how Aang managed to push his mind into such a shameful time, but Aang says he just fell in.

Meanwhile in the mortal world, Sokka, Katara, and Toph are trying to figure out what's wrong with Aang. He's not just sleeping, it's more than that. He's not moving at all except to breathe and he feels cold.

Aang in Kuruk's body eventually finds the home of Koh the Face Stealer, intent on taking back Ummi's face or at least taking revenge. Koh, however, is not there, denying the avatar his catharsis, and no amount of shouted demands for the spirit to show itself compels it to appear. Kuruk falls to his knees in despair, he is swarmed by the same evil he was fighting off but now there is no will or energy to continue.

And Aang's eyes snap open.

Everyone tries to ask him if he's okay; if he can move; see; hear, feel, but he doesn't process any of it. He sits up and says in a shaky voice, "you know Avatar Kuruk didn't die an old man?" His body trembles as he says this and a tear rolls out of his eye. He's so terrified of failing the world. He's so terrified of dying.

Katara pulls him into a hug, and Sokka and Toph join. She promises him "but you will. We'll make sure of it."

#response #maybe ppl would stop bitching about aang if they had to confront this 12 year old intimately understanding his physical mortality

[24hrfrog]

bromance slimav brainrot rlly sneaks up on you, been thinking about:

+ bowser reminds me of slider and mav could totally pull off princess peach (that one meme of bowser and peach and bowser like 😏 to 😰)

+ mav just literally climbing on slider to get to stuff casually to the point slider is used to it

+ they have the same stomach size. which is horrifying.

+ defo both get scared at horror movies and try to act macho to each other but then take turns keeping watch while they sleep 💀

+ whenever mav tries to be big spoon slider cant stop laughing

+ their sleeping position somehow ends up being MMA takedown poses

+ if they had a pet slider definitely tripped over it

+ slider tries to give mav morning kisses but mav slaps him away till he brushes his teeth

+ they drag race but with mav’s motorcycle and sliders truck

+ mav is in charge of all the transportation vehicles, whenever hes working on them slider joins by sunbathing and secret glances

+ slider is a morning person due to ice’s past schedule and mav’s a night owl

+ slider has caught mav making biscuits with the cat, mav just wanted to see what the fuss was about— slider joins him and they all three just make biscuits for a few mins 💀💀💀💀💀

+ mav has hugged slider from behind— only to try and do a takedown on him which failed

#lol the bro-est bros in love #top gun 1986 #slider top gun #ron slider kerner #pete maverick mitchell #tg #top gun maverick #slider kerner #slimav #top gun

[floral-force]

Sleeping Bounty - Chapter 4

Sweet Sorrow

din djarin x fem reader (no y/n)

summary: as the blue afternoon sky melts into a pink dusk, hopes and dreams are dashed from the forest to the kingdom limits. when despair is replaced with hope in a few, more sorrow rises to fill the void within others.

warnings: mention of alcohol; my blog is 18+ only, minors do not interact, consume your media responsibly.

words: 2.4k+

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“I’m home!” you announced, brow furrowing in confusion as you stepped into the darkened cottage. This was incredibly unusual, and it made your stomach turn and hands go clammy. You asked the dark space, “Aunt Peli?”

Your eyes then fell on soft candlelight, and a gasp escaped your lips when you saw the tiered cake that 21 candles sat on, rushing over to touch the dress that was laid out on a chair next to it. Its blue fabric was soft and light under your fingers. Even with the dim light, the dress shimmered, the fabric almost iridescent when you shifted it.

“Surprise!” your aunt shouted, rushing down from the stairs to greet you, the fabric of her simple brown jumpsuit rustling. It had a few splotches of blue on the torso and chest that she had failed to wipe off before your arrival. “Happy birthday, my beautiful rose!”

“Oh, you darling! You shouldn’t have done this!” You grinned, your cheeks hurting from how wide you were smiling. You bent down to give your short aunt a hug, her curls brushing against your cheek in the embrace. “This cake…This dress! It’s all so lovely!”

“Oh, I’m so happy you like it!”

“This is the happiest day of my life!” You exclaimed, straightening up. You twirled and clasped your hands together to your chest. “Everything’s so wonderful! Just wait till you meet him.”

“Him?” Peli inquired, raising her eyebrow. “Were you talking to a stranger?”

“Oh, he’s not a stranger. We’ve met before,” you stated.

“You have? Where?!” Peli gasped, clutching both of your hands in hers.

“Once upon a dream,” you sighed dreamily, swaying and humming the made-up melody from the forest.

Peli sighed, sadness escaping her lungs. “Oh, this is terrible…”

You stopped, turning to see Peli sitting down on one of the table chairs. “Why? After all, I am 21. I don’t know why it’s such a bad thing for me to speak to people.”

Your aunt shook her head. “It isn’t that. It’s—well, you’re already betrothed, dear.”

You gave her a quizzical look and dropped your hands to your side. “Betrothed?”

“Since the day you were born, you were betrothed to Prince Phillip, dear.” Peli got up and took your clammy hands in hers, fiddling with your fingers.

“But that’s impossible,” you laughed incredulously, shaking your head. “How could I marry a prince? I’d have to be—”

“—A princess.” Peli looked into your eyes and smiled, declaring your name and title. “Tonight, I’m taking you back to your father and mother, King Stefan and Queen Leah.”

You shook your head, trying to fight back the tears that were starting to flood your eyes. Your heart had started to speed up, warming your face, but ice flooded your veins. Your mind began racing with thoughts of the forest—the cold metal, the mysterious man, and how you’d spent the entire walk home thinking about how it would feel to be in his arms again.

“But…But I can’t. He’s coming here tonight. I promised to meet him!”

Your wavering voice betrayed your declaration. You took a step back, wrenching one of your hands out of your aunt’s grasp. As you roughly wiped away a tear that slipped down your cheek with the back of your hand, Peli sighed and squeezed the hand she still held.

“I’m sorry, child, but you must never see that man again.”

“Oh, no! No! I can’t believe it!”

You broke into tears and ran up the stairs to your room, slamming the door shut despite your aunt’s pleas to stay and talk with her.

The gorgeous dress was forgotten, and the thought of eating the cake made you feel sick. As you sobbed into your pillows, all you wanted was to feel your mystery man’s embrace again, to hold his gloved hands in yours, to stare into the helmet that masked his face. Images of you in a crown, sitting on a throne next to a stiff prince that you didn’t love popped into your head, causing you to wail even harder, not caring how loud you were. You wanted your sobs of sorrow to shake the forest floor and topple over trees. There was no loss like losing something you didn’t even get the chance to truly explore.

Neither you nor Peli noticed the black raven hastily flying away from the cottage door that had been left ajar upon your arrival.

The sun was starting to lower in the sky, the bottom of it pierced by the mountaintops in the distance, the sky turning shades of pink and orange and pushing the afternoon blue away. It melted together in Queen Leah’s eyes as tears streamed down her face, and she released a wail from deep inside of her that she’d been holding in since the night she watched Peli run into the night with her precious baby in her arms. She folded over, leaning on the balcony railing, and let her face fall into her palms as she sobbed, whispering her lost daughter’s name. 

“Oh, my angel, what is it?” 

She heard Stefan’s voice, and her sobs subsided just enough for her to turn around and look at him, the painted sky behind her as tears fell down her cheeks, her palms wet from the waterfall.

Stefan’s face fell. When his eyes began to water, she rushed into his open arms, clutching at the sash over his tunic. His hands rubbed her back as she cried into him, and she swore she heard him choke back a sob. 

She sobbed their daughter’s name as if it were a prayer, just as she had 21 years ago. He kissed the top of her head and murmured it back, a quiet acknowledgement of their shared pain.

“What if…What if she hates us?” Leah uttered, pulling back to stare up at him.

He shook his head and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, his thumb running across her temple. “I don’t think she will. If she’s anything like her mother, she’ll understand.”

Leah weakly smiled. “Do you think she’ll be a dreamer like you?”

Stefan let a soft smile disrupt his tears. “You think I’m a dreamer?”

“I listen when you talk to the other monarchs about your dreams of opening this kingdom—no, the whole moon up to what the galaxy has to offer.”

“You think it’s unrealistic?”

“Mm, not that. I just think your dreams might extend beyond your reign.” Leah stood on her toes, planting a gentle kiss on his wet cheek. “But that isn’t a bad thing. It isn’t bad to dream.”

“No, I suppose it isn’t,” he exhaled, letting his wife twist around in his arms and lean back into them as they watched the sun continue the start of its descent. 

Soon, their daughter would be in their arms again, and all they had to do was wait just a little longer—but the waiting was hell, worse than waiting nine months to finally meet the dream they never thought they’d have in this life. At least the pain Leah had gone through during the hours she labored for their dream resulted in something good, something filled with love; this time, they didn’t know if the life they’d entrusted to someone else would return full of love or resentment.

Leah broke the silence, asking, “I thought you were with Hubert?”

“I was, until he began blabbering about how he’s already built a castle for our daughter and Phillip.” Stefan heard Leah click her tongue in disapproval, grateful that she shared his feelings. “So, I left to spend a little time with my wife before we have to go and wait for our daughter on our thrones with the entire kingdom watching us.”

When Leah turned around and gently placed her hands on his jaw, he hoped his daughter would have her knowing eyes and soft smile. 

“Even after all these years, you still find ways to make my heart a little lighter through all the pain.”

“What kind of man would I be if I didn’t love my family more than some silly palace plans?” he asked, planting a kiss on the corner of her lips.

“A pretty terrible one,” she mumbled, kissing him gently when he chuckled. She took a tiny step back, smiling up at him and wiping his cheeks with her fingers. “Give me and my chamber maids a few moments, and then we can enter the throne room together as a family of two for the last time.”

Din was still in a daze from his dance in the forest with the literal girl of his dreams. He sat on a log and watched a nearby creek babble and splash, birds dipping their beaks into it and disregarding his presence. He noticed the way the forest floor was becoming tinged with pink light, blending into a murky green that signaled the sun’s descent. He supposed it wasn’t too early to head over to that little cottage; he remembered the direction she’d fled because he’d been focused on how graceful and gorgeous she looked while she ran off, and he’d etched the way her eyes smiled at him into his memory when she stole a few glances back at him. 

His vambrace pinged, and he groaned, holding his forearm up and pressing a button to allow the incoming transmission through.

“Mando! Not busy, are you?” Karga bellowed, hands on his hips.

“I was about to go—”

“—Of course you aren’t. You live to hunt,” Karga interjected, denying Din the chance to speak. “Come back and have a drink with me. Apparently, the kingdom right next to us is celebrating something, and I want you to enjoy yourself for once.” Karga waved a finger at him. “Before you say no, just know I’ll give you a bail jumper if you refuse.”

Din sighed, rolling his eyes under his helmet. 

“Fine,” he grumbled.

“Excellent! See you soon.” 

The transmission ended and Din growled, angry that he let himself be so easily swayed by Karga. The fact of the matter was that Karga paid him, and the dream girl in the forest didn’t—and, besides, what if she was leading him to a trap? What if she was just an actress hired by one of his past quarry’s cronies? Din got up from where he sat with a grunt and began heading east, away from the early sunset and toward where he suspected he’d parked his ship, scrapping his plan to find it after meeting her again.

Better to be safe than sorry, he thought with a heavy heart.

For once in his life, he wasn’t happy to see his ship and sit in his pilot’s chair. He headed west, flying above and away from the forest and his mystery woman, and toward Karga and the Guild. He flew low for the quick trip, and just seeing the green blur of the forest foliage beneath him made him feel the weight of the beskar he wore and caused sadness to creep into his heart, a blue cloud forming over his head. The sadness persisted as he landed the Crest and handed the hangar owner credits, that blue cloud hovering over him during his walk to the cantina. It wasn’t like him to be this…emotional. Emotion in his profession was a fatal chink in his beskar. 

Din tried not to get attached to anyone or anything other than his work and his ship for precisely this reason. Emotion was a weakness. He’d always dreamt of having a family of his own; he could remember the way his mother and father adored each other and him before they were ripped away from him, leaving him scared and orphaned. Those muted bits and pieces were the only things he remembered from his life before the Creed, and he held them close and let them infect his dreams every now and then. In his line of work, though, that dream of domesticity—having a partner he could love, maybe even children he could dote upon—was unrealistic and unattainable. 

Din was a fool for thinking he could ever have a dream come true if it didn’t have to do with catching the quarry everyone else deemed too challenging or becoming the most expensive and skilled hunter in the Guild. 

He entered the dim cantina and tried to lose himself in the upbeat music and shouted conversations, his eyes searching for Karga among the diverse crowd. The air was thick with smoke and scented with sweat and spotchka; it stung in his nostrils and pulled him out of his thoughts. He didn’t have to look long. Karga yelled and waved his hand, and Din marched over to him, people moving out of his way without him even having to say anything. Jealous eyes investigated him as he moved—but he knew nobody would dare say a thing to him. As he slid into the booth, Karga placed a shot in front of him. Under the helmet, Din raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, kriff, I forgot,” Karga took the glass back and downed its blue contents. “More for me, I suppose. I see that new armor, Mando—looks very sharp. I think it’s getting you some attention in here.”

But not from the person who mattered, Din thought, leaning back in the booth and crossing his arms. He could still remember the way her eyes drank him in, running across his visor and glancing shyly down to see their bodies pressed together before looking up again. She looked through the helmet; she made him feel seen despite the beskar that separated them. Others like Karga looked at him—she saw him.

“So, are you just going to sit there like a bump on a log, or are you going to relax for once?” Karga asked, leaning forward. When a service droid passed by, he flagged it down and requested one of the flagons of spotchka it carried on its tray, depositing the credits in the box it held out.

“I’ll relax when I’m dead.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if you dropped dead from stress alone,” Karga shook his head and poured himself another shot, throwing it back and wincing at the bitter taste. 

Din turned his head, noticing the pink shade overtaking the sky through one of the cantina’s small oval windows. He hoped she really was just a random girl hired by some low-life idiot. Maybe that delusional thought would help drive the blue cloud away, even if only for a night. He was going to clench that delusion tightly in his fist so he could shrug off his guilt for the rest of the evening. He couldn’t drink it away—not yet at least.

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