#alright everyone hello i'm an hour late i'm sorry

[avatar-anna]

Hello! I was wondering if you got a request i sent recently? 🤔 it was about dad!harry with Y/N and the girls having their periods all synced up (if you did and didn’t like it that’s totally fine too!!)

Merry and Bright

Young Dad! Harry x Young Mom! Reader Universe

Merry Christmas from your favorite fictional family! They're all grown up in this one! Enjoy!xx

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When Harry woke up with a small foot in his face, he knew he shouldn't have been surprised, but he was.

He blinked slowly, trying to remember if he and his wife went to bed alone or not. Looking to his side, he saw Y/n sound asleep with her back facing him, a small body in pajamas that matched every member of this family's—cream colored with decorated sugar cookies on them—stretched horizontally across the bed, hence the foot in his face.

Looking at the clock by his bed, Harry's brows raised. It was just after eight, rather late for Christmas morning, though most of the kids were a little older now, and Charlie notoriously slept like the dead despite being five. Still, he expected, maybe even missed, being woken up before the sun came up on Christmas morning because Santa had come and presents had to be opened right away.

Waking up with a little foot in the face or with multiple bodies bouncing on the bed, he wasn't sure which he preferred.

"The morning I don't wake up with a limb in my face could not come soon enough," he grumbled to himself anyway, carefully trying to move his sleeping daughter into a more comfortable position, only to end up with Charlie sprawled across his chest entirely, one hand holding onto a strand of his hair by his ear.

"You should've thought about that before you went and got me pregnant again."

Harry blew out an amused breath. Clearly, Y/n was not as asleep as he thought she was. He tugged a strand of her hair that was splayed across her pillow. "You were all for it at the time."

"I'm not the one complaining about the—Oh," Y/n hissed, her shoulders tensing a little.

Concerned, Harry shifted their still-sleeping daughter in the space between him and Y/n so he could shuffle closer to his wife. He rested a hand on her back and kissed the top of her head. "Everything alright?"

"Yeah, just cramps. I'll be fine in a minute," she said as she began to shuffle out of bed.

Harry moved his hand to her shoulder to push her back onto the bed. He handed the five-year-old over to Y/n, who immediately curled into her mother's arms. "I'm sorry, love. Why don't you hold onto this little nugget while I get your heating pad."

"It's okay, H. Everyone will be up soon, and—"

"Let me take care of Christmas waffles. You can come down when Charlie wakes up, okay?"

His love smiled sleepily at him before taking his hand in hers and kissing it. "You're too sweet."

"Remember that the next time you're annoyed with me," Harry said with a chuckle. With a kiss to her forehead, he said, "Merry Christmas, my love," then slipped into a robe and left the room.

After getting Y/n's heating pad and making sure Y/n and Charlie were comfortable in bed, he went about getting his day started. He knew he was in for a long day, so he set out to make their traditional big Christmas breakfast for the whole family—waffles, bacon, cut-up fruit, and hot cocoa. He lit up the Christmas tree and turned on the train track he and Julian had been setting up since Jules was seven years old, ensuring everything was ready for when everyone filed down to open presents. Year after year, Christmas morning began later and later. Honestly, Harry thought he would come to appreciate sleeping in an extra couple of hours, but he often found himself missing the days when all of his babies were living at home and opened Christmas presents at six in the morning.

There were perhaps fifteen minutes of peace before Harry could hear sounds of life upstairs. It was like a small wave, a shuffling of feet and the rush of water as his children began brushing their teeth, then there was the thunderous sound of feet rushing down the stairs as the realization that it wasn't an ordinary morning struck. GiGi and Natalia were the first ones to skid to a halt downstairs, excited smiles on their faces as they beheld the small mountain of gifts under the Christmas tree and the smell of waffles coming from the kitchen.

"Merry Christmas!"

Natalia bounded over to Harry, jumping into his arms. He had a split second to set his batter-covered spoon down to catch her. "Merry Christmas, Peanut. Did you wake everyone up yet?"

"Almost," Geneva said as she picked at the bowl of fruit on the kitchen counter. "Simone said we can't wake her up until nine."

"Ah. I see," Harry said, knowing full well that his oldest daughter had been out late with her friends last night. "Well, why don't you go and tell her that I'm going to give away her presents and her waffle if she doesn't come down soon."

Natalia and Geneva grinned devilishly, very much on board with bugging their older sister. They scurried back upstairs, giggling to each other as they did so.

Julian was the next to come down, his light brown hair was wet and curly from his shower, a small frown on his face from the early wake-up call. "Collette threw a shoe at me for taking all the hot water."

Harry knew there was probably more to it than that, so he just ruffled his only son's hair affectionately as Jules passed him by the stove. "Be patient, Jules, they're—"

"Going through a lot, I know," he said, shaking his head a little. "Doesn't mean I had to get a shoe thrown at me for it. On Christmas, no less."

Harry gave Jules a pointed look, not completely buying his son's innocence. At his stare, Julian suddenly found the growing stack of waffles Harry was plating very interesting, a small blush on his cheeks.

As the only two boys in the house, Harry and Jules were often on an island of their own, especially one week each month. Over the years, Harry would take Julian and the little ones out of the house for a couple hours when it felt like the two of them were against the rest of the house. Julian didn't mind the occasional quarreling and mood swings that his sisters displayed as much as other brothers might, but Harry knew that his son's patience had its limits. Especially on Christmas morning.

"Go be the favorite child and take this up to your mum, will you?" Harry said, handing over a plate piled high with food.

Scoffing jokingly, Julian said, "Please. I've always been Mom's favorite."

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Harry didn't normally complain about the state of his home, but right now he felt like he was living in a madhouse. Or a landmine.

The key was understanding what made the girls tick—what their symptoms were, what they typically craved, who had a tendency to cry at the drop of a hat. When it was just Y/n, Harry cuddled her in bed, brought her painkillers, and kissed her whenever she needed him to. And then it was Y/n and Simone, and Harry was caring and understanding toward both of them. And then suddenly he was in a house with five women who all got their period at the same time.

The day had gone rather smoothly so far. Everyone eventually trickled down the stairs to eat breakfast and open presents, and the house was soon flooded with wrapping paper, bows, and discarded gift boxes. Harry smiled from ear to ear the whole time as his kids opened their gifts. Even though he could afford to spoil each and every one of his kids every day of the week, Y/n wouldn't let him. She compromised with birthdays and Christmas, but Christmas was when Harry put out all the stops. All year he would plan and plan, ask for Christmas lists months in advance, and spend hours shopping. Y/n used to sigh exasperatedly at her husband's antics, but in the end, she finally let it go. Christmas shopping was one stressor that wasn't on her plate, and she wasn't going to complain about that anymore.

"GiGi, darling, you have to start getting ready for the recital," he said through the door to his daughter's room. Geneva still got embarrassed about getting her period, and now was definitely one of those times.

"I'm not going!"

Harry sighed but decided to move on for now. Y/n would be able to get GiGi dressed and ready to go better than he could, which stung, but he got over it somewhat after his first two daughters. And there were a number of things he could be taking care of to make sure they got out of the house on time, anyway.

When he got back downstairs, Julian, Y/n, and Charlie were in the kitchen, all dressed in their Christmas best. Y/n was straightening the collar of Julian's dress shirt while Charlie clung to his back. Harry made a beeline for his wife, kissing the back of her head as he snaked a hand around her waist.

"You look beautiful," Harry said softly, his thumb rubbing the silky material of her satin skirt.

"What about me, Daddy?"

Harry looked at his youngest daughter. Her hair was done up in a tight bun, most likely done by Y/n, and she was already dressed in her leotard and tights. The only thing missing was the matching sparkly tutu and snowflake hairpiece, but that would come later.

"You look wonderful," Harry said. "You excited for tonight?"

Charlie nodded excitedly, her broad grin nearly identical to her mother's save the dimples in her cheeks. "JuJu's been helping me with my dance.

"It's nothing," Julian said, who was now holding Charlie on his hip since Y/n was done fixing his dress shirt and doing up his tie. Charlie giggled, which made him offer her a small high-five. They were an unusual pair considering their age difference, but Julian loved doting on his littlest sister. And molding her into his little sidekick. "First ones ready though, weren't we, Charlie?"

Y/n shot Julian a look, knowing he was teasing his sisters. Normally, she didn't mind so much, but there were a lot of ever-changing emotions running through the house currently, and it was easier to keep the peace than put out a fire. To Harry, she said, "The girls are getting dressed. Collette wanted to film, but I made sure she gave herself enough time to be ready otherwise she'd have to drive separately. And Maeve was lacing up her shoes when I checked in.”

Nodding, Harry asked, "Can you go talk to Gi? She's...not eager to leave the house."

"Already on it," Y/n said, ruffling Julian's hair as she walked by, which he immediately swatted.

"Do you want to practice at all before we leave?" Harry asked, turning to the youngest member of his family. He wasn't totally surprised that they were spending their Christmas evening at a holiday dance recital, seeing as this was one in a long line of pageants and concerts, but Charlie seemed the most committed to dance out of all his children, even at just five years old. To Harry, it felt like they'd gone to every match, game, meet, and recital possible. Between the seven kids, there was no sport or extracurricular left unturned, but he was often fond of watching his kids perform on a stage of any kind.

Charlie nodded excitedly, shimmying down from Julian's hip. "I've been practicing really hard!"

"She has. Her pirouette is flawless," Jules said with a serious nod of his head.

"Alrighty, let's see it, peanut," Harry said, kissing her forehead.

It wasn't a long routine. Charlie was five, after all. There was a lot of choreographed walking, a couple turns and leaps, and arms spread out wide and above her head. Harry was sure there would be a handful of mess-ups during the performance, and one child would probably end up crying backstage, but Harry, along with the rest of the Styles clan, would cheer for the youngest member of their family as if they were watching a professional ballet performance.

By the time Charlie finished showing Harry, and Julian her routine, more of the family had found their way downstairs. Simone shuffled around in her slippers, a pair of heeled boots in her hands, Natalia and Geneva trailing behind her with matching French braids in their hair, Y/n bringing up the rear. Geneva seemed to be in much better spirits than when Harry spoke to her, which he could only be thankful for. He and his wife were a team after all, and they didn't keep score on parental abilities and duties. Not anymore, anyway, but it had all been in good fun.

"Collette's just finishing up Maeve's hair," Simone said, going over to stand by her brother.

"Perfect," Harry said, checking his watch, a brand new gift from Y/n. There was an inscription on the back with the date, which nearly made Harry cry when he saw it. To my greatest love, it read, with seven little Xs to represent each of their children. "We're right on schedule."

"Since when have we ever followed a schedule?" Simone asked.

"You haven't heard? Dad's gone full-on dance mom," Julian said. "All the other moms in Charlie's class are in love with him because he stays and watches her rehearsals every week."

Simone's brows raised, no doubt a tease for her father poised on her lips, but Harry was quick to interject. "That's not true!"

"It's a little true, baby," Y/n said, coming over to kiss him on the cheek. Even in his late thirties, her husband was undeniably handsome. She'd given up on having feelings about people openly oggling her husband years ago. She knew Harry would never be interested in anyone else. They could look, but never touch, and that was enough for Y/n. "But you're still the best dance-dad ever."

"We're ready!"

Collette and Maeve bounded down the stairs curled to perfection as it bounced with each step. Harry noticed that Collette was wearing an old sweater from his closet, probably one she'd nabbed while he was on a trip, but he decided not to comment on it. He saw the look on his wife's face, though. Y/n's expression was soft as if she was recalling a memory from years ago.

Squeezing her hand once, Harry began ushering everyone out of the house and into the car. Two cars, actually. Driving separately was a common occurrence when the family was all together. Y/n and Harry learned rather quickly that arguments were less likely to break out if the kids weren't packed together in the back seats like sardines. So Harry and Y/n took the twins and Charlie in one car, and Simone drove Collette, Geneva, and Natalia in the other.

Harry sometimes couldn't quite believe that his little girl was in college, let alone driving on her own places. In a lot of ways, Harry and Simone had grown up together as he learned how to become a father at such a young age while simultaneously trying to raise a baby with Y/n. He'd grown up wanting to give his daughter the world, and as he watched her slide into the front seat of her car, one that she bought with her own money after saving up for the last couple years, smiling and laughing at something one of her younger sisters said, he could only hope he'd fulfilled that wish.

Later on, Harry was backstage with Charlie. Her snowflake headpiece was an immovable force on her head, her cheeks sparkled with a little glitter that all the other little snowflakes were wearing as part of their costume, and her white tutu sparkled under the lights of the school auditorium they were in. Charlie had a small pout on her face as she shifted nervously from foot to foot, her big eyes wide as the nerves settled in.

"You're gonna do great, peanut," Harry assured, his gaze level with hers as he knelt down on the floor. "Don't tell anyone I said this, but you're the best ballerina here."

"Really?" A small smile threatened to break through Charlie's nervous frown, and Harry knew she would be ready to go out and perform any minute now.

"Really," he promised, kissing her cheek. Charlie's cheeks had been adorably round when she was a baby, but most of the baby fat had disappeared now that she was a little older, but Harry still thought she would be the cutest, most talented dancer out on that stage tonight. "And even if you do mess up, or if you forget a step, I'm still gonna be so proud of you. We all will be. Okay? If you get nervous out there, look for me."

"Okay, Daddy."

Harry figured Charlie was as ready as she'd ever be. "Alright then. Give your dad one last squeeze."

Charlie lept into Harry's arms, squeezing him for all she was worth. He held her close, careful not to smush the glittery tutu between them. Only letting go when she began to wriggle around in his arms, Harry stood up and walked Charlie to where the rest of the little snowflakes were standing as they waited to go onstage. She wouldn't let him leave until the very last minute, only letting go of his hand when her dance teacher it was nearly time for them to start. Harry gave her one last kiss on top of her head before heading to his seat where the rest of his family was waiting.

It was a good turnout. His and Y/n's parents were in the row behind Y/n and the kids, along with one of Harry's old bandmates who happened to be in town for the holidays. Harry didn't get to see them as much as he would've liked these days, but he knew that any of them would drop any and everything for his kids. Just a few years ago, they all showed up for Simone's high school graduation.

"Everything okay back there?" Y/n asked as Harry settled down in his seat.

He took her hand in his and set it in his lap, his thumb grazing over hers absentmindedly. "Should be. Gave her a pretty good pep talk if I do say so myself."

Y/n scoffed playfully, knowing full well that Charlie was one hundred percent a "daddy's girl." Before she could say anything, though, Harry's mother leaned forward in her seat to ask about their post-recital dinner plans, and shortly after that, the lights dimmed and the performances began.

When it was done, the small section dedicated to Charlie's biggest fans cheered loudly, not caring that phones were turned in their direction or that they were maybe being too loud for a kindergarten dance recital. None of that mattered to Harry as Charlie beamed at them from the stage as she took a final bow, waving at her family excitedly.

At the end of the night, as Harry and Y/n got into bed, he couldn't help but grin at another perfect Christmas completed. It was off to an unusually slow start, and there was definitely potential for tears and arguments, but he couldn't have been more pleased by how everything turned out.

There was a time when even though Harry loved Christmas with Simone, then Simone and Collette, and so on, he somewhat mourned the idea of a Christmas with just Y/n. Because they had their daughter so young, he and Y/n never had the opportunity to enjoy the holidays just by themselves. It would've been nice, but Harry wouldn't change his experiences for the world, and he eventually didn't even want to think about what Christmas without his family looked like. Those memories were too precious to regret or want to change, and he knew Y/n felt the same.

"Another perfect Christmas for the books," he said as he climbed into bed next to Y/n, just half of their family Christmas pajamas on. He tended to do away with a shirt if he thought he and Y/n could get away with sleeping by themselves without any midnight intruders.

"Mm. I'd say so," Y/n agreed as she snuggled up to Harry's side. "Charlie was so good tonight, wasn't she?"

Harry's heart swelled with pride at the thought of his daughter's performance tonight. "Definitely a career there if she wants one."

"Easy there," his wife chuckled. "She's only five."

Harry merely nodded, but he was already thinking about the future Charlie's talent could give her. He didn't care if that did make him somewhat of a "dance mom," he just wanted his kids to be happy, and if a dance career was what Charlie wanted, then Harry would do everything he could to help her get there.

"I do have one more gift."

"Really?" Harry couldn't think of anything else he could possibly need, but he watched curiously as Y/n shuffled away from him to root around her nightstand for something. When she found it, she sat up to face him better.

With wide eyes, Harry stared as she opened up a small velvet box, a sleek metal band inside it. He couldn't even form words as he looked at it, eyes suddenly welling up with tears he didn't want to shed until Y/n explained.

"Maybe I should've done this at dinner tonight with our parents and the kids, but I wanted this moment to just be ours," she said, cheeks turning a little pink. "I—I know we're already married, but that was seventeen years ago, H. Can you believe that?"

"I don't know where the time's gone," he breathed. They were the first words that came to mind.

"Time flies when you get me pregnant six times," she teased, reaching out a hand to cup his cheek. Her thumb moved across his skin, wiping away a tear he didn't even realize had fallen. "But I just thought now that our family is officially complete. And I really do mean that. We could renew our vows or something. Usually that sort of thing is reserved for special anniversaries, but the timing feels right, and I found out I was pregnant when I was seventeen, so—"

"It's perfect," Harry said.

Y/n looked up at him nervously, as if he would've disagreed for some reason. "Really?"

"Yes, Mama. This is—This is the best gift you've ever given me. Outside those precious little humans in our house right now," Harry said, adding the last part as an afterthought. "I can't think of a better way to end my Christmas."

Harry let Y/n slide the ring onto his finger. Y/n had had a small band for a long time now, an anniversary gift to commemorate their small wedding all those years ago. Harry couldn't wear one at the time because their relationship, along with the rest of his family, was a heavily guarded secret, and a band on his left ring finger would draw way too many questions.

But their relationship wasn't a secret anymore, and while they did their best to stay out of the limelight, Harry had no problem with wearing the ring. He would get something for Y/n too. He'd always wanted to get her a big ring, one that signified just how much he loved and appreciated and admired her, both as his partner and the mother of his children. Now was the perfect opportunity.

"You really outdid yourself this year, Mama," Harry murmured, sliding a hand into her hair to cup one side of her face.

"Would you believe me if I told you that I was partially drawn to the idea after thinking we could have a honeymoon afterward?" she said, a small smirk on her face.

"You've really thought this through, huh?"

Y/n kissed Harry on the lips. A peck, really, and he suddenly needed much more. "Mmhm. Want to hear the details now or later?"

Later, definitely later, Harry thought, but he opted to just kiss his wife instead.

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Everyone's ages:

Harry: 39

Y/n: 39

Simone: 20

Collette: 17

Twins: 16

Geneva: 12

Natalia: 11

Charlie: 5

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[satorubrain]

Hey I heard you are taking requests what if “Gojo gets jealous cause reader getting hit on by someone TALLER than him” <333

Hydrangeas.

Pairings: Gojo Satoru x Fem! Reader.

Tags: Fluff, jealousy.

Synopsis: Stupid baby is late to your date and then he gets jealous.

A/N: ANON THIS IS SUCH A GOOD IDEA I HAVE BEEN DYING TO WRITE THIS SINCE THE MOMENT I SAW THE REQUEST ITS SO YUM I LOVE JEALOUS AND A LIL BUTTHURT GOJO

It was the hydrangea season, which was also one of your favorite flowers. Making it an excellent idea to ask you out on a date.

Wanting to stun him with your looks you decided to wear a bluish-lavender flowy dress, adorned with bows and laces around your waist and neckline, shoulder straps made of pearls exposing your shoulders, and a choker of the same pattern that came with the dress. Oh, how ethereal you looked right now.

Though you dolled up for your lovely boyfriend who has been half an hour late, people couldn't help but turn their heads to take a glance at you. Some were even brave enough to come up to you and ask for your number. You immediately rejected everyone's advances while waiting for Gojo, standing in the heat of the sun- until a man, a tall one at that decided to tower over you, blocking the sun's rays. You couldn't be more thankful to him, letting out a relieved sigh.

"What's a pretty lady doing here all alone? No way should someone dare to stand you? That too in such heat, that's quite cruel" He sighed. "But are you feeling better now?" He inquired, smiling gently.

Oh, he was quite a gentleman, nice and well-spoken. His tone would charm any person, easing their worries. And that's what it did to you. The heat had already cooked your brain with Satoru nowhere to be found, no texts received from him nor were you able to reach him. But you were thankful to the stranger for accompanying you- which stopped people from asking about you.

You were lost in your thoughts when you felt a tap on your shoulder. "Are you alright?" The stranger questioned, worried.

"Oh yeah, I'm fine! Thank you." You answered politely, not willing to further the conversation any longer which might lead to misunderstandings between you and your boyfriend but that didn't stop the stranger from talking to you.

As another half an hour passed by you were laughing with the stranger about some random things, him suggesting places to visit- creating a perfect picture of a couple having their cute little conversation.

This was bad, as Satoru overheard people talking about a couple while heading toward you. Fastening his steps to rush toward the entrance he sees you along with some random man. He was visibly annoyed. Not at you but at the man, he saw you maintain the distance but also saw how he made you laugh, how he stared at you fondly and realized how badly that random guy wants to steal his ethereal oblivious woman from him. Gojo wanted to stay calm but right now his heart was being twisted, the pang in his chest worsening every moment thinking how he was already so late for a date he planned.

And suddenly Gojo was beside you, pulling you into his chest by your waist standing in between the guy and you.

"Hello, my stunning lady, I'm sorry you had to wait for me" he complimented you before trying to kiss you, which you swatted away.

"Why. Are. You. So. Late." You glared at him before turning to the guy who visibly hovered over Satoru as well. Which quite surprised you. 'tall' you thought to yourself before collecting your thoughts together. "Thank you for accompanying me today, it was nice meeting you." you slightly bowed as a sign of respect and wishing him a goodbye.

"Yeah thanks but you can lea-" Before Satoru could finish his cold sentence, he was cut off and ignored.

"It was nice meeting you too, how about we meet later for a coffee? We can be good friends I think" the man suggested. This took you and Satoru both by surprise. You were amazed by the guy whereas Satoru was aggravated by his arrogance.

"Did your brain stop working and perhaps made you blind as well? Did you just ask my girlfriend for a date in front of me? Do you perhaps have a death wish?" Gojo's tone was sharp. He was barely holding himself back and to make it all worse he had to tilt his head higher than he would've normally had to. Satoru loved how he hovered over the most but this time his pride took a huge blow when this random guy flirted with his woman while ignoring him and towering over him.

"Well, then you clearly aren't doing a good job at being a boyfriend. Making your pretty girlfriend wait for at least an hour then you start being rude to people who help her? Seems a little...." He retorts.

It's almost as if Gojo is stabbed in the heart and if anything, he'd look like he's making excuses for his mistreatment toward you.

"Alright, that's enough. I'm thankful to you for tagging along with me but please I'd rather you not be disrespectful to my boyfriend" You cut them off, not wanting to escalate the issue any further and drag Gojo inside the park finally starting your awaited date. It doesn't help how he also entered the park with you guys before you soon went on different paths.

Satoru soon reverts to his old self, cracking up jokes, telling you the random fun facts you love while grinning proudly with you at his side and showering you with endless compliments. But you also notice how he's a lil extra close and how he is even more talkative today, almost as if he's overcompensating. You know him all too well and know how he's feeling quite awful. You know behind that overly confident person is your Satoru who, like any other human has ordinary feelings.

You are both seated on a bench enjoying your ice cream, speaking seriously once you both finish eating "Uhm, I'm sorry for being late. It is solely my fault and then they also called me up for an emergency- so yeah, but I promise I'll make it up" He looks at you with eyes pleading for forgiveness, slightly overthinking the entire ordeal.

"Satoru, it's fine, I realized that the moment I saw you, okay?" You comfort him by pulling him into a hug "But next time inform me alright? I'll be there to help you out!!"

You feel his shoulders relax a bit as he pulls away before gently cupping your cheek and kissing you softly with his other arm wrapped around your waist.

"You know that I love you the most, right?" He confesses sincerely, pure words from the bottom of his heart.

"Mn. And I love you too Satoru" You replied earnestly. "By the way, Satoru. Y'know you should've just started levitating while doing a T-post to assert your dominance over that guy" You joke around, giggling "Imagine. How that would've scared him" you continue successfully eliciting a genuine laugh from Gojo, a pleasant sound to your ears.

Gojo inhales sharply through his teeth. "Tsk. I really should've done that. Even better! maybe I'll pick you up and kiss you in front of everyone" he giggled. His worries are now long forgotten.

Except whenever he sees the man- around a stall or walking by, much to your embarrassment. Gojo does lift you in his arms in front of everyone before kissing you. The gesture announces to everyone that you both belong to each other.

"You're annoying" You giggle wrapping arms around his neck.

"Is that so? I fail to see that you're annoyed" He retorts as he shushes you before you say anything, with his lips.

I FEEL LIKE I KINDA WENT OVERBOARD BUT I HOPE U LIKE IT.

[REQUESTS ARE OPEN]

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[loveephia]

hello! can i request hinata who's clearly in love, and everyone's teasing/asking him about it, including reader?

OBVIOUS AND OBLIVIOUS | shōyō hinata

sypnosis: in which hinata's feelings are as see-through as glass, yet you still don't get it.

content: (🦷) tooth-rotting fluff, includes most of karasuno, hinata literally tripping for you, reader is a first year, you are kiyoko shimizu's younger sister.

⚠ warning/s: none.

note: I'M SORRY THAT THIS IS A LITTLE LATE!!! i've been kind of busy lately, and writer's block is a real pain in the ass. i wanted this piece to be perfect because this request was so cute!!! thank you, and enjoy reading. :D

"kiyoko, you forgot your water bottle." you said, peeking your head inside of the boys' volleyball gym. your sister usually stayed behind for club activities, and this was where you'd find her.

"ah, y/n, thank you." she said, taking the water bottle from your hands.

you shook your head, "it's nothing." you said about to go walk home. "wait, would you like to watch practice? i prefer if we'd walk home together so that you're safer." kiyoko said. you thought about it for a minute, and although what she said is true, you just thought, "wouldn't i be a distraction?"

"i'm sure coach will understand." kiyoko reassured you.

in the end, you decided that it wouldn't hurt to stay an hour or two behind at school, so you pensively stepped inside the gym and made yourself comfortable on the floor.

"who's the kid?" a male with faux blond hair and piercings, who you assumed was one of the coaches (though he didn't necessarily look like one), asked kiyoko. "she's my younger sister. she has no one to walk home with, and i'm afraid that something will happen to her if i let her be, so she'll be watching practice if you don't mind, coach. " she explained.

"it's alright. as long as she isn't a distraction, then i see no problem." he replied.

and although you weren't doing anything major, you were a distraction indeed.

but only because you caught the eye of a certain ginger.

#10 kept sneaking glances at you, his face ablaze and red every time you noticed. his performance during practice was notably sloppy, mentions the coach. he messed up his receives, his serves were out-of-bounds, and most of his hits weren't on time with #9's sets. it was either that, or he forgot to hit the ball because he busied himself looking at you, trying to find a reaction on your reserved face.

while he gets scolded in the corner by their setter, whose name you recalled was kageyama, coach ukai pulls you aside with both his palms on your shoulders.

with a heavy sigh, he goes, "listen, kid, as much as i don't mind having you here, our decoy is getting real distracted because he keeps looking at you. so could you try to.. i don't know, cover your face up with a paper bag or something?" "coach?!" sir takeda exclaimed at coach ukai's bluntness.

"i- i'm sorry, sir..?" you apologized half-heartedly, because how was this your fault..?

"get it together, hinata! you're going to drive my future in-law out of the gym!" tanaka scolded, shaking shōyō hinata back and forth. "that's kiyoko's sister?!" hinata yelped in surprise. he didn't even know kiyoko had any siblings ti'll just now. no wonder you were so pretty.

"why do you keep staring at her anyway? i mean, i get that she's really pretty, but she isn't kiyoko—!" nishinoya got a heavy whack to the head by daichi.

you rolled your eyes when you heard nishinoya's statement, kiyoko doing an apologetic sigh at his antics. you thought about what their libero said, and you can't help but blush. was hinata looking at you because you were pretty?

no way.. it might just be because you have something in your hair, or dirt on your face, or lint on your uniform!

you walked up to hinata, whose face became a deeper shade of red (if that's even possible), at the closer proximity. "hinata, do i have something on me that's distracting you? i'd be happy to remove it so that you can focus on practice properly." you said.

"her voice is so cute..!" hinata thought, all the while staring at your face. your silky hair was thoroughly brushed, not a speck of dust laid on your face, and lint was nowhere to be found on your uniform. you were prim too, which hinata found adorable. almost like a princess.

"n- no, there's nothing wrong! you're perfectly pretty—! i- i mean, fine! you're perfectly fine!" hinata stuttered out. at this point, karasuno could only pray for hinata because his downfall was just depressing to watch.

tsukishima scoffed, "some of us are here for practice, not to watch you trip over your own feet."

you had no idea what that meant, but either way, you found hinata pretty cute, too.

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[justimagineok]

2:30 series - drops of love 15 💌🍼

A/N: yep. our favorite couple is pregnant! 🍼 let's find out what they're going through on this journey 💌 feedback is always appreciated! feel free to reblog, comment or send me an ask at anytime 😊

"Jungkookie, what are you doing?", Seokjin asked, watching Jungkook sitting down and resting his back on the mirror of the practice room. It was the 4th time he did this in 3 hours of practice, so it wasn't normal, at all.

Jungkook opened his eyes lazily, yawning loudly. "I was just waiting for you guys to decide what song we're rehearsing next...", he got up in one move, ready to keep going. "Which is it?"

Seokjin frowned, putting his hand on Jungkook's forehead before he could protest. "You're burning up, Jungkookie!", he placed the other hand on Jungkook's neck, checking if it was hot as well. It was.

Jungkook gave a step back, shrugging. "I'm fine, hyung."

"Why are you lying? You're clearly not fine. Go home"

Jungkook shrugged again. "I'm alright, hyung. I don't need to go home."

Seokjin reached for his phone, looking for something, and Jungkook observed as his hyung dialed your number. "What are you doing? Don't call YN", he reached for the phone, but Jin turned around,  avoiding him. "If you're not gonna hear me, then I'll call YN. She'll put some sense in your stubborn mind. ", the number kept dialing as Jungkook tried to take the phone away again.

"Stop that, hyung! I don't wanna worry YN, it's not good for her and the b--"

Seokjin stopped his movements in a beat.

"And the what?", Seokjin scowled.

"Hello?", you answered on the other line, hearing all the interaction between Seokjin and Jungkook.

"Hang up, right now, hyung. I'm fine!", you heard Jungkook failed attempt at whispering on the other line.

"Kook? What's happening? are you hurt?", you felt your heart skip a beat and you

instinctively reached for your belly.

"No, babe!", Jungkook finally took the phone from Jin's hands, who was too stunned to react. What was Jungkook about to say?

"I think I have a fever, but that is all. I'm fine, okay? Don't need to worry.", he glared at his hyung.

You breathed deeply, trying to calm down. Ever since his accident, you couldn't help but freak out whenever Jungkook got injured while practicing or just sick. You always kept that to yourself, but Jungkook saw it clear as day how much you suffered.

"Are you really fine? Don't lie to me, Kook.", you warned, already looking for your keys. Jungkook took a deep breath, ready to confess. He knew you could read him like a book, so there was no use in hiding.

"My head feels like it’s about to explode.”, he pouted. "I feel like I'm getting a flu or something. My body is hurting. "

"you need to rest, Kook. You've been working late this whole week and barely sleeping... I notice you shifting from side to side on the bed…", you confessed.

"I'm sorry.", he sighted. "I thought I was chill about everything, but I guess not... I don't wanna fail with you and our baby... I'm all over the place, babe. I didn't you to worry about anything", Jungkook closed his eyes, letting his frustration out. You understood him completely because you were all over the place too. You loved the confident way Jungkook handled things, but in the end, he's only human, like everyone else, and the fear of not doing well at the most important task in the world kept not only you awake, but him as well. But you were together, so one could always help the other. You were one.

"Kook... we take care of each other, that's how it's always been. And y--"

"BABY?! WHAT BABY?", the emotional moment didn't last long before Seokjin startled the both of you. "YOU GUYS ARE HAVING A BABY?! WHEN? WHY AM I HEARING IT LIKE THIS?", by now he already grabbed the phone from Jungkook's hands and was talking directly to you, still on speaker.

"AM I GONNA BE AN UNCLE?", he couldn't hold his excitement, drawing the attention of the other members, who were on the other side of the practice room.

Jungkook smiled, happy that someone finally knew about his baby but scared of your reaction to his major spoiler.

Seokjin turned around to look at Jungkook, who kept smiling and waiting for a vocal sign from you.

"I know you wanna say it, Kook… it’s okay. ", you laughed and proceeded to hear the loudest cheer you heard so far in your life after Jungkook screamed about the good news to his hyung. You were pretty sure Seokjin dropped the phone, ‘cause all you heard after was the crack of the phone hitting the floor and Jungkook's and Jin's yelling and cheering. Seems like Jungkook got better very quickly.

Was it the anxiety to tell his members who caused his fever and headache? You didn’t know for sure. The only thing you knew is that they left you there.

".... hello?"

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[kate-inhaler-1975]

Apple Cider 🍎 🍂 // Matty Healy

A/N: A very VERY late Promptober No.2....I'm sorry 😭.

CW: Slight mature language and some hints of sexual activity, but you'd have to practically shut your eyes to see it xx

WC: 2,179 words

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Amy would be lying if she said she enjoyed the concert. She truly didn't enjoy it as much as she would have if she had never met Matty, especially if he never gave her his phone number.

"AMS! COME ON, LIGHTEN UP! THIS IS YOUR FAVOURITE SONG!" Eve screamed as she grabbed Amy by the shoulders, shaking her vigorously to the beat of Amy's favourite song, Sex.

While Eve practically frolicked around the back of the pit, Amy stood still, bopping her head slightly while being completely transfixed by him.

His curls freely bounced as he shook his head back and forth, the plain white t-shirt hugging his small frame perfectly. He was hot, but also very pretty to her. Beautiful even.

She never heard back from him. She texted the number hours later. She even rang it in desperation to hear him call her love again.

But she got nothing in return. Not even an "Sorry, I'm busy, can't talk right now.". Nothing, she got nothing.

So, while Eve had the time of her life foaming at the mouth over Ross, Amy just felt deflated the entire night.

When the concert was over, and everyone left the Arena in massive groups, some people staying back because they didn't want to even begin comprehending that the night was over, Amy begged Eve if they could stay for just ten more minutes.

"Evie, please. I'm begging you. What if he gets someone to come get me, or he rings me back and then -"

"Ams, please. Let's just go. If he wants to text you back, he will, but let's not hang around here because we will get kicked out if we don't get a move on." Eve gripped onto Amy's right hand, sending her a sympathetic glance when she noticed how disappointed her best friend was.

Amy knew her best friend was right. If he wanted to, he would. He probably already forgot about her, and if that was the case, she doesn't really blame him.

Amy was just some baker with a large enough following in Ireland on social media and getting on with her normal day to day life. Where Matty is a rockstar having number one albums and touring the world, and probably needing or wanting a significant other that was on his level or close enough to it.

"Come on, let's go have a few drinks and get some food. I don't know about you, but I'm fucking hanging for a bag of chips with a shit load of salt and vinegar." Eve completely swerved from the subject of Matty as she pulled Amy by her elbow, linking arms with her as they walked back out into the cold and wet Dublin night.

"I just don't understand why he would even give me his number in the first place if he isn't going to bother dropping me even a short and simple text. What a dick!" Amy whined in dismay.

"Please, Amy Elizabeth Mitchell, I fucking beg of you. Stop talking about hi-."

"Wait! Shut the fuck up for a minute. I think someone's ringing me." Amy's eyes went wide as she searched for her phone that was buzzing in her small green handbag.

Her heart stopped beating for a split second when his name flashed up on the screen, her mind considering letting it ring out to return the favour of him, not answering her text or call.

"If you don't answer it, I will." Eve grabbed the phone out of Amy's hand. One slip of her thumb, and she would've answered the call.

"Hey! Stop! Give me that." With a forceful grab of the phone and accidentally jerking Eve forward with it, Amy retrieved her phone.

"Be normal!" Eve called out as Amy walked to a quieter area outside of the Arena.

"Hello?" She spoke in fake confusion. Pretending like she had no clue who was ringing her.

"Hiya, Amy. It's me, Matty. You doing alright, love?"

There it was. Love. Her new favourite word.

"Ahhh, hello! Me and Eve are just after walking out of the Arena. You guys were fucking amazing!" She looked down at her feet, trying to hide the giddy smile that was appearing across her face.

She felt like a teenager experiencing her first boyfriend.

"You didn't look like you had that much fun." He chuckled. He could see her from the stage because he was actively searching for her.

He looked as far into the seated part of the crowd as he could, but there was no sign of her. So then he turned to the standing area, quickly taking a good look at as many people as he could when the house lights came on at one point by his request.

And there she was, hair curled and perfectly framing her face with a black corset top and a large leather jacket, her tight black leather skirt with fishnets and heeled black leather boots.

She was a goddess.

She was mesmerising.

She was so mesmerising to him that he messed up the lyrics to It's Not Living (If It's Not With You).

"Wait, you could see me?" She gasped in embarrassment and shock, feeling so ashamed for standing there like a statue in a crowd full of feral fans (which she was once upon a time).

"As soon as I spotted you, I couldn't stop looking at you. That mate of yours seemed to have the time of her life, though."

"Don't tell her I said this, but I think she's slightly obsessed with that bassist of yours."

Oh, Eve would kill her if she found out she said such a thing to Matty.

"Well, listen, Ross is a man of his own. Everyone loves Ross."

"She definitely loves Ross. I can tell you that for love nor money."

The two of them giggled and chuckled like teens down the phone. Anyone who would listen to their conversation would think that they were totally in love and in the honeymoon stage.

"Amy, I hope it's not too late, but I'm staying in The Shelbourne Hotel on....is it Grafton Street?"

"No, St. Stephens Green. Close enough, though."

"Ah well. Anyways, would you like to have a drink with me at the hotel bar? If you want, you can bring Eve along with you, if that makes you feel more comfortable?"

For Amy, there was only one simple answer to that.

Yes.

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"Are you sure you'll be okay. You won't have a massive fangirl moment if he kisses you, and then you end up fainting or something like that?" Eve questioned one last time as she gave Amy a cuddle outside the beautiful 5-star hotel.

"I can promise you he won't kiss me. That'd be stupid of him."

"It would be stupid of him to NOT kiss you! Look at you! You are the sexiest and probably most fashionable woman to roam the streets of Dublin tonight! Now, go get your arse in their and make eighteen year old Amy proud."

Eve gave Amy a cheeky tap on her bum as she walked away from her. Leaving Amy nearly breaking out in a rash at the thought of anyone catching her best friend smacking her butt.

The doorman opened the left side of the door for her, giving her a polite smile and wishing her a goodnight.

Amy could only smile back at him and pray in her head that it would be a good night.

Amy had stayed in The Shelbourne Hotel before after getting asked to an event of some sort. She loved it, and it's interior, oh and of course it's history.

She adored history.

It was like something out of a romantic movie.

Meeting the handsome man in a fancy hotel bar, and if you add the rockstar part, it's even more unbelievable and movie like.

The bar, called No.27, was filled with casual elegance. The cocktails nearly sparkled in their glory while the neatly poured and precise pints seemed to be served with style.

Even though the pint of Guinness that the man sitting on one of the navy leather bar stools was drinking looked mouth wateringly appetising, the thing that shined and showed class the most was Matty.

He sat alone at the rectangular and heightened black marble table beside one of four large windows that faced the front of the hotel. His fingers messing with the condensation on the glass of his own pint of Guinness.

The kind woman at the front of house directed Amy to Matty when she pointed at him, the two of them walking towards him instantly catching his eye and snapping him out of his daydream that was about her.

"Hi." He smiled as he got off his chair, placing a hand on her shoulder as he leaned in to give her a kiss on both of her frost bitten cheeks.

"Hiya!" She spoke in a cheerful tone, returning the favour by giving him a gentle kiss on his left cheek.

"Here, let me get that for you." He quickly moved to pull the chair across from him out for Amy to sit on. His mind ran through all the steps he could possibly think of that made him seem like a true gentleman so he could impress her.

"Thank you very much. God, it's a cold one out there, isn't it?" Amy shivered as she took off her jacket. Rubbing her hands together aggressively, praying that the friction would bring heat back into them.

"It really is! Thankfully, it's nice and toasty in here. Oh, and I'm really sorry about earlier. I know it took me a while to reply, and I wasn't ignoring you or anything. I was just really busy getting ready for the show and-"

"Matty, please don't apologise. If anything, I should be apologising for coming off a bit needy. If, and only if you'd really like to make it up to me, you can buy me a pint of cider. Maybe even two." She hinted cheekily. Her eyes glistened with excitement and happiness.

"Cider? Why cider? I would take you more as a cosmopolitan kind of girl, but a cider drinker? No way." Matty teased, lightly kicking her foot under the table.

"Well, don't make assumptions about someone you know nothing about."

"Well, if I get to know you, then I won't have to make any assumptions. Will I, gorgeous?"

Matty lightly brushed her hand from across the table, sending her a quick teasing smile before heading up to the bar to order her a pint of her favourite cider.

The topics of conversation between the two of them were endless. Each of them learned about each others lives, their equal amount of love for music and literature, and Matty was fixated on her love for baking and how passionate she was about it.

He was completely drawn to the way she'd sit up straighter when she spoke about her job, or spoke about how her grandmother used to make apple tart every Sunday for dessert, or how it's basically therapy for her and she feels content and free of everyone and everything when she's in the kitchen.

"Actually, now that you've mentioned the whole baking on social media thing. I have a confession." Matty's cheeks ballooned slightly as he held in a laugh while thinking about George's excitement when the two of them finally found Amy's instagram and tiktok account.

"Oh god, go on. Spit it out." Amy cringed and tensed up in fear as to what he might say.

"George and Charli, his girlfriend, are fucking obsessed with your baking videos. He had a proper fangirl moment when he found out who you were."

"Wait! George Daniel and Charli XCX know who the fuck I am!?" Amy nearly spat out her cider all over Matty, her jaw dropping at what he'd just said.

"I'm being serious! The two of them were on the phone absolutely delighted with life. They're gonna love you when they meet you."

"When they meet me? Who said they'd ever meet me, Healy?" Amy held eye contact with him as she took another sip of her cider with a smirk on her face.

Her heart fluttering and an area further down south fluttering at his words.

"I guess I was just being a man and assuming that you'd like to keep in contact. Sorry about that." Matty stumbled on his words while trying to back track what he'd said. He was worried that maybe what he thought was a date wasn't anywhere near a date in her own head.

If only he could read her mind.

"You assumed correctly, Matty. I'd love to stay in contact with you more than anything. Might be a bit difficult, but I think that we should give it a go. See what happens, you know?" Her cheeks flushed as she felt a wave of confidence wash over her, leaning over the table to interlock their hands together.

Matty's calloused thumbs automatically tracing circles over her knuckles.

"How about I order us both another cider, and maybe we could take it up to my room. Just an idea, though." He spoke lowly as he himself leaned closer to her, their faces now only inches apart.

"You know what. I'll cheers to that idea, Healy."

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[justwearthegoddamncardigan]

Hello Can you do a Thomas reader when the reader is very affectionate but are afraid to show it her boyfriends. you could do a modern au if you want than you :)

Oooh this is so cute!!! I've never written a modern au, but now I'm just completely in love with the idea. I've got another one in my drafts now lol.

Thank you for requesting ❤❤ hope you enjoy!

Intertwined

Thomas x fem!reader

Modern au (also made into kind of a college au)

Warnings: feeling of insecurity, bad past relationships briefly mentioned, also language

You sigh, leaning back in your chair and rubbing your eyes tiredly.

As you check the time on your phone (it's 12am), you see a message from Thomas from just after 9pm.

(9:06) Finished my shift! Text me when you're done studying, I'll walk you home.

You smile at your phone. Typical sweet Thomas.

You type out a quick reply.

(12:02) Hey, ended up staying pretty late, but don't worry. See you in the morning ❤

You pack up your books and laptop, hoisting your bag onto your shoulder and leaving the library.

As you turn to start walking home, your phone pings. I'm still at work, meet me there

You frown slightly; Thomas' shift finished hours ago. Still, you make your way to the cafe he works at.

You arrive at the cafe, and little bells jingle as you open the door.

Thomas' head lifts at the sound, and his face splits with a wide grin.

"Hey," he says softly, watching as your exhausted eyes take him in.

With three long strides, you close the gap between the two of you and wrap your arms around him, dropping your face into the crook of his neck.

"Woah, hey," he lets out laugh. "You 'right?"

You pull away with a smile. "Yeah, I'm good now. How come you're here so late? Weren't you off at 9?"

"Thought I'd wait up for you. Keep Newt company too," he says, jerking his chin over to the counter.

"Coffee, Y/n?" calls Newt. "Decaf, yeah?"

"Yes please," you reply. You walk over to the register, searching for your wallet in your bag.

"Seriously, Y/n?" Newt raises an eyebrow. "Come on, you're part of the family now. It's on the house."

You send Newt a grin. "Thanks."

You turn as you hear Thomas calling your name, patting the seat beside him in a booth.

You drop into the seat, melting into the cushions and immediately slumping against Thomas.

He chuckles lightly, gazing at you as you lean into him.

The two of you stay in the cafe for a little longer, chatting with Newt as you drink your coffee.

Then Thomas walks you home, arm around your shoulder.

⭒----⭒

"How's everything been lately?" asks Thomas. "You seemed pretty stressed last night."

You sigh. "Study's tiring, as usual. But it's alright."

The two of you are having lunch in the park, takeaway bought from a nearby restaurant and an old picnic blanket laid out on the grass.

"Why you you ask?" you raise your eyebrows at him.

"I could tell you were really tired. Don't worry too much about school, okay? It's important, but it's not everything." He turns a concerned look to you, and you warm at the care in his eyes.

"Yeah, I know," you say with a smile. You thread your fingers with his, leaning your head on his shoulder.

"It was a little like this actually," says Thomas.

"Like what?"

"Like, you're usually, you know, you only do this," he nudges your head gently with his shoulder. "When you're tired."

You blink, and the realisation hits you like a punch to the gut.

You pull away instantly, yanking your hand out of his.

"I'm- I'm sorry," you whisper. "I didn't mean to be all- you know. Sorry."

"What? No, hey, Y/n that's not what I-"

But you don't hear his protests and reassurances, you're stuck inside your head.

You've always been a more affectionate person, always big on hugging, laying on other people, holding hands with everyone, whether that's friends or otherwise.

It's just- you've been told before that you're too clingy, or you've made dates uncomfortable by getting too close to the person.

You're terrified for the same to happen with Thomas, the first person you've actually felt like you could fall in love with.

Usually you manage to pull yourself back, but you suppose last night you were just too tired to keep yourself in check.

"Y/n, please. Look at me," you break out of your thoughts as you meet Thomas' eyes.

"I'm sorry," you say again.

"What for? There was nothing to be sorry for. Shit, I'm sorry. I just meant- I know you keep your guard up around me, and I didn't mean to make you worry, I just-"

His hands cup your face as he speaks, and he's got a slight frown on his face as he tries to get you to understand.

"You can be yourself around me," he promises. "I don't care if you're too clingy, or whatever the problem was. I love it when you're leaning on me or holding my hand. And if you don't want that stuff, that's fine too."

You huff out a laugh. "Okay. Thank you."

You reach out and pull him into a tight hug.

"We good?"

"Yeah, good."

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After getting everything straightened out with Thomas, you've started to let yourself be a little more affectionate with him, and you love the way he always reciprocates immediately.

"Someone pinch me!" gasps Minho, clutching his chest dramatically. "A genuine Y/n sighting, in the flesh!"

"Hilarious," you deadpan, rolling your eyes at his antics as you walk into the cafe.

"Hey, c'mon, we haven't seen you in weeks," says Newt, sending you a grin.

"Exam season sucks," you groan. "Is Thomas here?"

"In the back," Minho points to the kitchen.

You drop your bag into the corner of the booth as you slide in.

"Y/n!" Thomas presses a kiss to your forehead as he sits down beside you. "Hey, can I take my break now?"

" 'course," says Minho, standing to return to his shift.

"I haven't seen you in ages," murmurs Thomas, pulling you into him.

You giggle and tilt your head up to kiss his jaw. "I literally saw you yesterday."

"Day before yesterday," he corrects with a mock-pout. "It's too long."

"Sorry," you say, pulling his hand toward you so you can play with his fingers. "Promise I'll make up for the lost time later, 'kay?"

"You better," says Thomas with a grin.

A shorter fic than usual, but I loved the slice of life kind of feel when I was writing it. I love writing Thomas cause I always picture him as the cutest, sweetest guy in a relationship ❤❤

Thank you for the request!! Hope you enjoyed :)

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[cream0fwheat1998]

The Parts Only We Know Pt.2

(Bully!Dark!Eddie x Reader) *Abusive/toxic relationship, NonCon (eventually), some physical abuse, intimidation*

Y/n stared at the rain through the cafeteria window. Comfortable, was she with the soft patter of the droplets against the glass; the grey clouds that blanketed the sky calling y/n by name.

The chatter at the long table got louder as a certain, fluffy haired male sat at by Y/n. The joy Eddie delivered everyone on even the most dull days felt unreal. He could make almost anybody happy, everyone except one.

A snapping finger brought the girl back to Earth, "Hello miss y/n, what's on your mind pretty?" Eddie asked, biting a mouthful of a dry, powdery lunch sandwich.

Y/n glanced around the table trying to avoid eye contact with Eddie without making it seem on purpose. Everybody was busy in their own conversations, save for Robin who both listening to Nancy and peering at Y/n here and there.

"Oh, uh... a big test in a few days. Several of them actually...." Y/n trailed off, focusing on her hand shaking on the table.

Eddie reached for her hand and put his over hers while doing a nearly inaudible hush. "Hey it's alright. I know doing well is important to you. Maybe I should come over after school and help?" He asked, batting his long eyelashes at her.

It appeared like a sweet question, but it was anything but innocent. Y/n didnt want to be around Eddie right now; her heart beat rapidly at the thought of having Eddie alone, in her house, in her room where he could do anything he wanted to her.

She thought of the excuse, something that wouldn't push him too far. "Sorry but not today. I'm going out with my parents after they get home from work but that's a very kind offer of you Eddie." Y/n did her best poker face but Eddie could see the shakiness of her leg under the table.

Eddie smirked and raised an eyebrow, "Is that so? Too bad, maybe next time then?" As pre-revenge for lying, he grabbed her thigh with the large purple-ish green bruise on it.

A small squeal from Y/n alerted Robin who tilted her head and mouthed the question, "Are you alright?"

Holding back tears as a hand clenched harder on the bruise of her thigh, she nodded.

Eddie played with the frills of the skirt he asked Y/n to wear on their phone call last night. A flash of heat made him reach for his cheeks; he was actually blushing at the thought of his conversation with the mousey girl he loved taunting. He hated it. He hated her. For a much-deserved punishment, he tightly squeezed the thigh he abused days before. He chuckled at the memory of teasing her at the empty park he walked her to during the late night. She was so naive to think that the stroll in the park with him was an innocent, puppy love moment. He pushed her into a nearby bush and abused her. He didn't go all the way with her like he wanted to but he thought he'd save it for a rainy day and speak of the devil, lightening flashed and a large clap of thunder made the girl under his hand jump.

Y/n felt a tinge of anger as she tried to shove Eddie's hand away and it didn't budge. She didn't want to be a victim but she clearly wasn't going to out match his physical strength.

Eddie leaned in, a breath of hot air hit Y/n's earlobe as Eddie said, "You lied to me and you know how I feel about that. Meet me at my van when school lets out." Eddie gathered his trash and Y/n's too and tossed it in the garbage bin.

"That's not a request, it's my command." He said quietly, a flash of lightening illuminating his face.

Hours later, Y/n walked slowly out of the school in a crowd of students. She was doing the numbers in her head about going with Eddie after school. She didn't want to admit it but deep down she knew what Eddie wanted to do to her today. She Y/n didn't want that with him; not like this, while he was this entitled monster hidden beneath a pleasant skin.

She had to take a stand and Y/n thought today is the day. She wouldn't let Eddie take away something that's supposed to be her choice. She ducked within the group of students determined not to be seen. With Eddie nowhere in sight, she glanced around for an ally.

Robin had probably been picked up by Steve already. Maybe Nancy could drive her home. Making haste, Y/n trudged through student after student determined to find her friend. At the corner of the school where Nancy Wheeler was nowhere to be found Y/n huffed an air of annoyance.

"Fine I'll just fucking run home then!" Y/n growled.

A large hand covered her mouth and pulled her into a group of trees near the back. Y/n flailed her arms around but the perp had a strong grip.

"Stop fucking fighting before I fuck it out of you right here!" Eddie yelled, shoving y/n against a tree.

Y/n froze under the mean gaze of her long-haired tormentor. His dark eyes fixed on the young woman beneath him. "Please Eddie, just let me go home! I'm sorry..." Y/n managed while breaking eye contact.

"Wow, where'd the fight go? You seemed pretty confident a minute ago while you were hiding from me." Eddie chuckled, thumbing the highpoint of the girls' cheek.

Y/n made no comment and stared at the ground with a hung head. Eddie tsked, "I thought I was clear about you 'not hiding from me anymore'? I'm disappointed y/n. It seems you really like being punished; and when we get back to my place, you'll really get it."

Y/n shook her head and sniffled, "No Eddie, I don't want to have sex with you, maybe if you were nice again. You used to be really nice, I use to have a big crush on you, and I thought when you started talking to me last year that you wanted something good but now, -now I wish you'd just go fuck yourself and leave me alone!" Y/n said bringing her eyes to meet her abuser.

Eddie's big brown eyes focused on the brave girl he had pinned to a tree. His heartbeat picked up; a small ping of guilt pinched his nerves and he found himself not being able to look her in the eyes anymore.

The small amount of remorse left him when he felt rage takeover and without thinking, swung his hand at Y/n's face. Angry, he was, that she would reject him. And now Eddie's mission was clear; he would break his little plaything and make her love him. She didn't have a choice. It was him; it was only him for now on. As she was all he had. He couldn't do too much while on school grounds, so he'd have to plan something accordingly. A part of him just wanted to drag her by her hair to the back of his van and fuck her right then and there but another part of him decided to wait just a little longer. Halloween was around the corner and what a perfect time to scare the courage right out of her; he was going to put his plaything in her place once and for all; in due time.

#bully!eddie #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson #stranger things #dark!eddie munson #dark!eddie munson x you

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MORE MASACRIK SMUT?? YALL WERE BEGGING FOR THIS I SWEARR.

ill never get tired of this man i swear.

Nsfw under the Cut

Someone asked for the Elevator man Masacrik so i delivered. This one may be a little more toxic guys dont cancel me. also my req's r open!!!

Warnings: porn with little plot. Not read proof. Stalking, toxic behavior, dubcon, mentally ill reader istg, drugging, aphrodisiac used, stalker!masacrik, yandere, kidnapping, mention of needles (onky one time) oral, blood kink, squirting,

It was a normal day. You just checked in the new dorm you got and oh boy it was perfect. Too perfect. It was clean and tidy but.... you had that awful feeling of being watched. Ever since you met that guy in the reception. Masacrik? Was his name. You know the one that makes sure everything's fine in the building. He was also responsible for the elevator there. It was old and rusty so you thought it was normal that he got in there with you. You could swear that you still felt his eyes on yourself even after locking the door.

You unpacked then took a shower, it was a long day so you wanted to rest. There were vending machines in the lobby so you decided to go there and get yourself a snack. It was too late to go to a store anyway.

When you walked out of your room you jumped. As the elevator was already on your floor. Open. It was empty. But the moment you stepped inside you felt someone behind you. There he was. His tall figure hoovering over you as you slowly turn around.

-Hello miss. Where are you headed at this ungodly hour?

You could recall his face from somewhere but you had no idea from where

-uhm. I was just. Going to buy something from the vending machines down stairs.

-Ah. I was making sure everyone's in their dorms by now.- he said as he pressed some buttons and the elevator moved with an ungodly screetch.

-im sorry i didnt want to cause trouble.

-its nothing dear. Just get what you want and lets hop you back upstairs shall we?

You felt your heart skip a beat. As you were deciding on the food you want. You looked up at the reflection in the glass of the vending machine. it hit you like a bus. You've seen him. Yesterday. And the day before. He always was near you. Following you around the town. You felt a shiver run up your spine as you were deciding what you should do. As you were ready to take off to the exit he grabbed you by your hand pulling you close to him. One of your hands was now on his shoulder. And one of his on your waist. You blushed a little. Yes he scared you. But he was so handsome. And his embrace was nothing but comfort for some reason.

-I've finally caught you sweetheart- he purred as the elevator doors closed and he sat down pulling you on his lap.

You looked at him with tears in your eyes.

-oh honey-his tone was so sweet it made you melt into his embrace- dont cry. We're going to be happy. I'm the only person you'll ever need alright? I'll treat you well sweetheart. Not like the other people in your life

Tears started rolling down your face as he was telling you about the smallest details of your day to day life for like 2 years back into the pass.

Was this scary? Really. But did somewhere in that twisted deprived mind of yours you found this cute? Also yes. Nobody cared about you that much as he did. You lost yourself in thought as you felt his cold hand brush away your tears. Then the elevator Stopped and he pulled you into his room. As you walked in the only thing you saw where pictures

A t o n of pictures.

-Pardon the mess princess-he said looking for something.

You looked around a tad shocked. Then you felt a sharp sting in your neck and everything went black.

You woke up in some room. You didn't recognize it. The thing you did recognize tho was the warm embrace of the man behind you. You turned around to look at him

-where are we..?

-somewhere no one will find you doll. You hungry? You were out cold for two days.-he said Giggling

-a bit

He picked you up carrying you to the kitchen. Then gave you some food and then some weird looking pills

-for the headache. Trust me Baby- he purred at you

You DID take them. And when you were washing your hands you felt them kick in. The warmth spreading through your body as you gripped onto the sink. You felt so woozy you barely walked out of the bathroom.

-Doll could you come here please?

You did. You aren't that stupid you wouldn't disobey him he was being so nice to you. You came up to him and he made you sit in his lap

-You know i love you dearly sweetheart right? -he whispered into your ear stroking your head.

You only nodded smiling like a fool

-That's why you trust me right?

His hand started stroking your inner thigh going a little under your skirt. Then you felt a tingle in your lower stomach. You got so aroused that you shivered all over. Was that normal..?

-Right...-your breath hitched. Nothing mattered to you at that point. You didn't know him at all. But he knew you. More than you knew yourself. You leaned into his touch shifting in place

-needy are we?

You nod trying to roll your hips against his fingers

-A aah don't move. -his hand held you in place as the other one was creeping up your thigh. Just to gently brush over your clothed pussy. Rubbing your clit gently as you spread your legs more resting them on the comforters of the armchair.

-mhmm~ i will make you feel good. I know how you touch yourself.. -He purred into your ear as you blushed.

And he did know. the moment he took off your panties two of his long fingers were inside of you. And his thumb was rubbing your most sensitive part.

You moaned. the aphrodisiac in your veins making you way more sensitive to his touch. You were putty in his hands.

-if you'll be a good little girl ill reward you. So obey.

He lowered his pants making you palm his dick through his boxers You did and oh. The reward? He had you sit at the edge of the armchair with your legs spread as he ate you out. Him, in front of you on his knees. As you tug and pull on his soft red hair. You cried his name as the coil in your lower stomach was threatening to snap really fast.

-Im.. uhg~! -you threw your head back as you felt the sharp pain in your thigh. His nails dig into your thighs drawing blood from them as he smeared it all over you. Making you snap. You came all over his face and he drank every last drop of it. He did not stop, making you shake and close your legs trying to make him pull away.

That was your greatest mistake. He looked up at you his face coated in blood and your cum.

-Get up. Now.

You did. You tried.. actually your legs were giving out. He sat down there pulling you to his lap again this time lining his hard dick with your entrance.

-wha-wait b-but..

-You'll handle this. -he said as he lowered you on himself. You grasped at his hands whining

- 's too big.. fuck.. wai-MnGh!~

-i Told you you'll live. Now behave love i would hate hurting you.

After a moment of discomfort you relaxed the aphrodisiac taking over your mind again. He was scratching that itch you had deep inside you forever. He kept a steady pace as he whispered into your ear

-look down princess you see how well you're taking me? Fuck i love you so much baby you're so good ugh~ -he moaned tightening the grip he had on you.

-mnGh~ i needed t-this.. uhghh..~ -you purred out. The sweet words of affection spilling from you as he gets more worked up from each and every one.

He quickened the pace losing himself inside you. Chasing his own high. He started hitting that one spot. It made you want to squirm away with only a few hits he had you cumming on the spot but when he kept hitting it not caring about your cries of overstimulation he made you squirt. And the sound you made and the feeling of your slick and cum running down both if you dragged him over the edge. He came inside not caring to pull out.

You both tried to calm your breathing as you curled up on his chest hugging him. After a moment of comfortable silence you sleepily asked

-what if they come looking for me?

-No one will look for you, and no one will ever find you have me and i have you. Not a single soul more kitty, now sleep -He said as he picked you up to wash you up a little and carry you to bed.

And you do, you do fall asleep hugging him tightly.

Rmemeber. He Love's you deeply~

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THANK YOU GUYS FOR SUCH ACTIVITY OMG

#smut #masacrik #masacriksmut #mimi psychocuties #psychonyashki #dr masacrik #doctor masacrik

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Everything would be alright | E.M

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Autistic! gn! reader

Words: 3k

Summary: Sometimes the world is too much, too bright, too noisy, too difficult for you. Is in that moment that you really need an Eddie in your life, someone who know how to redirect your harm, who knows how to distract you and make your anxiety a little less. Oh god, everyone should have an Eddie in their lives.

Content warnings: autistic!reader, meltdown, the descriptions in this fic could be a little overwhelming (I'm sorry :c), overstimulation swearing, reader hurt themselves (scratching the scalp, and burying nails in the hand), mention of blood, Jason (He need his own warning), reader cries, my bad English and writing (this needs a warning too, clearly), bullying, pet names, Eddie carrying you in his arms. I don't know if something scape me.

Notes: The reader is not physically described, and I tried to make this gender neutral. Let me know if some part I messed with the pronouns or something.

Reminder: Autism is a spectrum, so every experience and characteristics are different, i wrote this based in my own experience. And really this was very self-indulgent of me because the world was too loud these last days, and i really need an Eddie in my life. Thank you for understanding.

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The day has started like any other, the sound of your mothers' screams trying to wake you up fulfilled its purpose, but that didn't matter to you because today will be a good day. You have a math test in the third hour but you studied like a week for that so you feel totally prepared to face it, in the lunch hour you will go to the Hellfire table and eat with them like you always do, and after school Eddie and you will go for a walk while eating your favorite ice cream. You mentally review your day repeatedly preparing you for what is coming, everything was going to be according to plan.

When you were dressed and ready you go to the kitchen where your mom was eating breakfast before going to work, so you sit next her after greeting her and pour yourself some juice to drink while you wait in silence for Eddie to come get you for school. He always was outside your house between 7:15 and 7:30, knowing that with giving you a range of hour it was lest probably to upset you for him arriving late, an after you made this deal with him, he followed it to the letter, calling you before if something happened and he can't go for you.

At 7:20 his van parked outside your house, so you simply say goodbye to your mom with a move of your hand and go to sit to the copilot seat greeting Eddie with a kiss on his cheek.

"Hello sweetheart, how did you sleep today?" He says watching you with his beautiful brown eyes like you were a truly work of art. Every time he glances at you, you feel like you fall more and more deep for him.

"Everything okay, did you sleep well?" He simply nodded while making the car start to drive to the school. The music begins to blast from the speaker making you jump a little from the sudden noise and cover your ears. Usually, you like the same type of music than Eddie, metal, rock, and those genres, but sudden noises and loud music really wasn't something you like.

"Shit shit shit, sorry babe, I forgot to decrease the volume. I am really sorry love. You okay?" You nodded while lowering yours hands now that you know that the music is at a normal volume. He was eyeing you from the corner of his eyes while he drives, making sure that you really were okay.

"Its fine, it only scared me a little, but it's alright Eds" You know that he worried a lot about you, he always tries to make you feel comfy everywhere you go, always carrying fidgets toys for you, and defend you if someone make you upset or says something about you, maybe punching someone in the nose every now and then if is it necessary to make them stop. And on top of all of that, he is one of the only persons that really knows how to treat you if you were overwhelmed or having a meltdown. He knows you like the back of his hand, and with just seeing you he knows clearly what you want or need without you saying it.

Well, maybe he was babying you a little, but you really love him for that, because you feel loved and appreciated like you never feel before.

"We are here love. Are you with me?" You feel a little poke in your cheek, and you realized that you were in the parking lot of the school. Your mind was in another place while Eddie drive to here. "Yes love, I am back sorry, i was thinking of my math test, I am nervous" You give him a side smile while he slowly brushes his thumb for your cheek, watching you with his eyes full of love.

"You are the smartest person I ever met sweetheart and I know that this test will be easy peasy for you. Want me to escort you to your class, darling?" You giggle a little with a blush. Although you and Eddie were a couple for more of a year, and best friends from about seven years, you really can't get used to the pet names and sweet treatment that he gives you.

After he goes with you to the door of your English class and asked you lots of question like if you need something, or if you bring your Walkman with you to lower the noise of the hallway in the recess, he assured you that he will be waiting for you outside your class when its finished, giving you a little peck as he goes to his classroom.

The English class was boring, you sit next to a girl named Susan and you never really talk to her, but she seems a kind person. You don't put a lot of attention in the class as your mind start thinking of the show that you are seeing with Eddie and you loved so much that you can stop thinking about it, or the book that you read last night and had you in the edge of the seat while you read.

As the bell ring, you put the Walkman headphones in your ears because the noise of the students upset you when it's too much. Eddie, like always, was sitting in the floor in front of your class, waiting for you to get out, and smiling to you when he sees you. You really don't understand how he do it, maybe he exits early his classes just to be with you or something like that, but every time you try to ask him, or tell him that is not necessary he simply brush the subject away.

The recess ends without you noticed, and soon you are being escorted for Eddie to your next class, and that repeat again with the second class and recess, soon enough you where in front of your third class, the math class where you have a test right now, and the class that you share with Jason Carver, a person that can be described as an ass. Eddie would wait for you in the cafeteria when the class end, knowing that you would take your time while doing the test.

You walk right to your seat and prepared yourself for the test, mentally reviewing the themes that you studied over and over again for the last week. That's when instead of the teacher entering the classroom, another person enters, a teacher that you don't know, and that clearly isn't the one that has to take the test today. You frown, not understanding what is happening, you prepared for the test for today, so why the teacher wasn't here to take the test?

That's when the new teacher says that Mr. Cornell is sick and couldn't come to work today. You frown more, the test was today, you reviewed your day in the morning and in the third hour you have the math test that you have been preparing for a week. You start to play with your fingers trying to low the anxiety that you were feeling in your body.

"Do you have a problem with this?" That sentence snapped you from your thoughts, the teacher was in front of your desk watching as you frown and mutter something to yourself, that is when all the class turns around to see you, a bundle of nerves. You hear some laughs, and someone whisper "freak" in your right ear making you jump a little, everyone laughs at you, and the teacher don't do anything about it. He simply seats at the desk saying that the class were free to do anything you want as long as you where inside the classroom and don't use electronics items, such as Walkman's.

That was the sign for the noise to begin, everyone in the room talking all at once. You could hear some girls talking about make up, and some other group talking about a party the Friday, you even can hear the noise that the teacher was doing tapping his finger in the desk while he read. Every sound overlapping each other in your head making you dizzy, your hands clutching your ears like your life depends on it. And in this moment its feels like that statement was real.

The test was today, you have it written in with your blue Bic pencil in the calendar next to your bed, you prepared yourself for a week for this, why the teacher wasn't here? why he didn't notify before? You try to tell yourself that emergencies could happened, and that Mr. Cornell couldn't watch the future to know that today he would fall sick. But in this moment your mind can't understand it. The noise of your classmates was too loud, and there is a light above you that flicks and makes you wince every time. You shut your eyes and lean your head in the desk, trying to make you small for a moment.

You try to get your Walkman from your backpack, but the teacher desk was in front of you, so he denies you as soon as he sees you, making another set of laughs directed to you. Everything was too loud, and soon you feel blood dripping out your hands, without realizing it you had been burying your nails deeply. It stings, adding another bad sensation to the list, making tears run down your cheeks.

Suddenly you feel a hand in your shoulder and a girl's voice asking you if you were okay, but the touch made you jump and brush off the hand fast. You don't like the physical touch, only Eddie's, or persons from your groups of friends, but they always ask before touching you.

You stand from your desk with a jump, you're breathing fast and heavy, as your eyes scan the room trying to understand everything that is happening. You watch that the girl that have talked to you was Susan, the girl from first period, but in this moment it doesn't matter. Everything was too much.

You tried to run to the door, but soon the teacher was standing in front of it "Where do you think you are going?" God, you just want to run out of this place, but you can't seem to form the words in your mouth, your thoughts were running too fast for that, and you don't have the energy to make noises. "Oh god, look! The freak is crying!" you hear some of the jock mocking you. You tried again go around the teacher and finally leave this place, but he doesn't give the arm to twist. Everyone or at least most of the class were laughing at you, Jason in the front of everyone. "What happens freak? The mouse got your tongue?" He pushes your shoulder making you trip over your feet, and that is the moment you feel the water boil inside you. Pushing the teacher out of your way, you ran away from that hell.

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After like 20 minutes Eddie started to worry, you always take your time when you do a test, checking if you have any errors at least three times before give the test back to the teacher. But never this much.

The members of Hellfire follow him with their eyes as he walks from one side to another in front of the table, fidgeting with his rings. "Damn it, I'm going to their classroom" he says suddenly. "Maybe they went to the bathroom or something Eddie, there is no need to worry" Mike says trying to calm their dudgeon master, but it only seems to make it worse. "No no no Wheeler, you really don't understand" Eddie says without even look at the kid, running his hand over his face anxiously. "Eddie? A girl is walking towards here" warns Dustin, looking confused by the sudden female presence.

"Eh sorry, you are Eddie, right?" she says without even looking at his eyes, looking like she's hiding something or as if she was embarrassed, Eddie only nodded recognizing her from your class, and soon he sees your backpack in her hands, this only makes him more anxious every time, imagining the worst. That is when he heard it, Jason and his jocks laughing about something as it was the best of their lives. Eddie scans the cafeteria, and his eyes lock again in the girl in front of him, trying to understand what is happening. The girl soon speaks, blurting out everything making it difficult for him to understand, despite it he was able to rescue some words "crying" "run away" "blood" and the most important of it, he heard your name. And that its all it matter to him, snaping your backpack of her hands without saying anything and rushing out of the cafeteria with only one thought in his mind. He must find you. The hellfire members were soon next to him saying they would split up to look for you at school. But Eddie doesn't hear them.

Robin joined the search after Eddie asked her if she had seen you, but there wasn't any clue of where you could be. And suddenly he realizes, the most obvious place you could be. A dark quiet room that reminds you of him. The Hellfire club room. And after telling the others that he knows where you are, and to return to the cafeteria. He run to the room, not wanting you to spend another minute alone in that state.

When he finally reaches the door, he knocks quietly to let you know that he was entering, not wanting to scare you or make everything worse. You were curled as a ball in his throne scratching your head with your nails and sobbing hard. He knows that your skull would probably be bleeding after all the digging of your nails, but he can't run to take yours hand away. It would only startle you more and make everything worse.

"Hello there, love. it's me, Eddie. I'm here sweetheart. You are safe now" he says softly, approaching to you slowly. But you don't react to his voice, everything that happened in the classroom repeating over and over again in your head, still hearing all the noises, and feeling the flick of the light above you.

"I am going to put you some music in you Walkman babe. It's that okay?" You don't really respond to that statement but he knows that the music would help you calm. He warns you verbally every movement he makes, not wanting to scare you. Soon enough you feel your favorite song through the headphones, he doesn't put them in your ears, but he left them in the table in front of you, so you could still hear the music. You soon stop to scratch your head but still have your hand in your scalp, making you feel safe.

"I'm going to take your hands away, love. You are okay with that?" You slowly nodded knowing that with Eddie everything would be fine. He lovingly takes your hands off your scalp, whispering assuring things like "you are okay" "you are safe now", etc. After that, he stays for a moment massaging your head. Waiting for you to gradually get used to his touch. Your crying gradually decreased with his loving touch. Now you feel ready to approach to him, wrapping your arms around his neck so you can hide your face in there. "Is it okay if I carry you so you can sit on my lap?" You nodded again against his neck, not feeling ready to talk right now. "Okay sweetheart. One, two and up" he says while he carries you and soon you are sitting in his lap as he embraces you with his arm around your waist.

You put your head in his chest, feeling his heartbeat in your ear calming you. And he starts whispering your favorite song and rocking you with him side to side, soothing your overwhelming self and feeling like he was singing you a lullaby to slept, as you feel how your body finally relaxes. "You tell me when you are ready to go home darling. Okay?" You mutter a little "'kay" knowing that he would hear you.

He doesn't stop the rocking and the singing until you tell him. But that moment never comes, as you fell asleep in his arms with the soothing sensation. Drained of energy after the meltdown. Eddie feels how your breathing slows down, realizing that you were asleep, but he keeps rocking you for some minutes more, enjoying the feeling of having you close after all the stress of the moment.

He carries you through the hall and to the van, bumping into Robin when he goes to the door. She scans the situation with her eyes and without emitting any word she forms the question with her lips "Everything alright?" Eddie looks down at you for a moment and nodded slowly, smiling to her to calm her concern.

While he was driving down the road, he couldn't stop looking at every minute at you, verifying if you were still asleep, and comfy in the seat next to him. He sees the dried blood in your hands and under your nails, but he wouldn't say something about it because he understands that you don't hurt yourself on purpose, you only tried to drown away the overwhelming feeling that you were having.

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You woke up with the feeling of being carried. You look around trying to understand where you are. That's when you see the bands posters and the mess in Eddie's room. "Go back to slept sweetheart. I'm not going anywhere" He left you in his bed, taking off your shoes and then repeating the process with his. After that, you feel a kiss on the forehead as he wraps you in his arms, soothing you to sleep again. If you are with him, everything would be alright.

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He brought you to me, pretty girl

Pairings: Eddie x innocent! reader

Warnings: fem!reader, Christianity, references and setting to church, daddy kink, oral sex (F!recieving) manipulation of innocent reader so obligated *dubcon*

Part one • part two

The next day, you woke up to Eddie long gone, your window still up as the cold morning breeze hit your face. You yawn and stretch, jaw still slightly sore.

You hear your dad calling you down to the table, "y/n! Come eat breakfast pumpkin!"

You stretch and put on your bunny slippers, walking down the steps and into your kitchen.

"woah, what's up with the pajamas Y/N? It's 9:00 on the dot, you're usually up by now," you mother questioned, checking your forehead and clicking her tongue, as she found no evidence of a cold.

"oh, sorry momma, I had a long night." You said, sitting down at the table and intently watching your dad set down a plate of waffles. You pick up your fork before your mom slaps your wrist.

"ah, grace first year young lady! What has gotten into you this morning?" She said, gesturing to you as she made eye contact with your father.

You apologized and paced a quick, thank you for blessing this food, before scarfing down your breakfast.

You dad walked over to his seat and sat down, tucking a napkin into his collar.

"you alright pumpkin? You've just been a bit off today is all. You never forget grace," he says, placing his hand on yours.

"oh, I'm sorry daddy. I guess I just got to bed late. I had a boy over."

Your mother gasped but your dad kept his surprise down, asking you what you two had done while he was over.

"you didn't bring him into your room did you?" Prodded your mother.

Nuh uh, you shook your head. It was technically true, he had brought himself in. And anyway, Eddie told you not to tell your parents, like you wouldn't talk about a confession. What you did with Eddie was for his eyes and gods, and that alone.

"oh, just some prayer."

You parents sighed and smiled. They never suspected their beautiful, selfless and faithful child to be rebellious anyway.

After mealtime, your father went off to work and you told your mother you'd be helping out at the church.

At church, you did your usual morning rounds and said good morning to everyone volunteering, and the clergy's.

"hello father! How was your night at the church yesterday?" You asked, greeting him with a nod.

"oh you know y/n, the usual. Had some folks stay after communion, and had some come in for confession." He said, reviewing the schedule for the week.

"well I thought last mass was great father, wonderful as always," you smiled to him, continuing on your volunteering.

After a few hours of working, the older church workers had told you they had it handled, and to enjoy the rest of your day.

"alright, goodbye misses Jones! I hope you have more luck with your petunias. Have a good Monday father!" You call out, walking out of the main doors.

You look and startle, gasping as you see the unexpected sight of your boyfriend.

"what is with you and startling me Eddie?" You say, laughing and prancing over to him.

"why do you call the priest father?"

"oh- well it's just a sign of respect, he's our lea-" he cuts you off.

"no. Like, why not call him daddy or something," he laughs, gesturing for you to grab his hand.

You do, giggling at the thought.

"like I call my father? Oh, I get it! That's so silly."

He walks you over to his bands grarage spot,

"you should call me daddy."

You peer up at him, confused. You didn't like questioning him, but you had to admit you were perplexed.

"do you want me to call you daddy, Ed's?"

"well, I mean, it's a sign of respect isn't it? When you confess to your priest, you don't call him by his first name. And like I said, what we do is kinda like confession right?"

You nod, smiling up at him, "okay daddy!" You giggle.

He chuckled at you.

After watching him and his band mates practice, you clap supportively at them.

"you guys did so well! I love the drums, Gareth. Very... Drum-y!" You say, playing air drums briefly.

Everyone laughs at your compliment. Eddie puts his guitar back in it's case and sets it onto his back.

You realize just how strong he is. If you attempted to wear that around town, eventually you're sure it's weight would have you on your back. The guitar was huge comparitivly to you.

The feeling was back. You felt your skin warm up, cheeks flush. You felt your parts get hot, and you felt yourself grow deprived.

You get up, and tug on Eddie's jacket sleeve.

"yes doll face?"

The feelings back, you whisper anxiously.

"awh baby.. d'you wanna get outta here and pray with me then?" He questions caringly, rubbing the sides of your arm.

You nod, feeling him grab your hand and lead you to his van. He helps you up, lifting you by your waist, and getting in on the driver's side.

He calls to his band mates and tells them he'll talk to them tomorrow, then brings his arm to the back of your seat, backing out of their driveway.

He drives faster than you're used to, hand placed firmly on your thigh.

You feel yourself grow needier, rubbing your thighs together for any sort of friction.

Eddie notices, and brings his hand slyly to your center, rubbing you with his palm.

You mewl quietly, tugging your skirt over his hands as he continues to hold his hand to your warm parts. You grind up into his hand as he chuckles at how pathetic you were for him.

"we're here." He says, removing his hand as you whine at the sudden lack of contact.

"where's here?" You say, curiously.

"absolutely nowhere. I brought you somewhere nobody would see us. Private, remember? This is our secret." He tells you, watching you writhe in his seat, "hop in the back and lay down."

You do as he says, climbing over and laying down on his back seats.

"you're so pretty like this, sweet girl. So needy to worship." He cooes, prying open your legs, "and you're so wet for me, arnt you?"

You whine as he inspects you, sliding your panties off and biting his lip at the sight of your cunt.

"you're so beautiful sweetheart."

"thank you eddi-"

He grips your thighs tightly and looks up to you.

"what did you just call me?"

You swallow, eyebrows knitted in worry.

"thank you daddy."

"attagirl."

He shifts closer to your heat.

'if you pray to me well enough, I can help you with your feeling again. I want you to beg me."

You jump at the opportunity, full of neediness.

"p-please daddy, please help me again. I need you," you plead, voice desperate and waivering.

"I'm going to put my mouth on you, can you beg for that pretty girl?" He says, rubbing your slit with his thumb.

You gasp, "goodness.. please put your mouth on me daddy, I need you down there, please "

He smirks up at you, and slowly licks a stripe from your asshole to your clit, chuckling at your attempts to stifle your sounds.

You slap your hand over your mouth as he continues to lick you, circling your clit.

"t-hank you daddy, " you cry, incredibly sensitive. You've never done this kind of thing, and every sensation was new to you. It felt amazing, you knew god was rewarding you for your efforts, and you were so greatful for Eddie, your daddy.

He sucks on your clit and groans, letting you feel the vibrations from his voice.

"I'm gonna add two fingers, alright doll?"

You barely get to react as you abruptly feel a stretching sensation, having you whimper in pain.

"daddy, daddy it hurts, I-is it supposed to?" You whine, as he gently pumps his fingers into you.

He hisses at how tight you are around him, "of course sweetheart, how else could you prove yourself to me? God makes things challenging for a reason, doesn't he?"

You nod and bear it, painful whimpers evolving into pleasurable moans.

"daddy, gosh, daddy i-i have to.. can't hold it," you cry.

"hold what baby?" He presses down on your abdomen, watching you pant.

"i-i don't know.. I feel something building down there again-" your legs attempt to close, but he prys them open.

"you gonna cum sweet girl?" You nod.

"My poor baby. C'mon, you can cum baby," he taunts you as you feel a wave if pleasure wash over you. You gush on his fingers and tongue, breathing heavily.

He cooes at you, "look at that, You're such a good girl for me. Cumming on my fingers like you did just now,"

You watch as he cleans you, then sucking yourself off of his fingers.

Your eyes feel heavy again, your body exhausted from being pushed to such limits. You grab for him, wrapping your arms around his neck as he places a kiss onto your forehead.

He lays down with you, cuddling you and rubbing your waist.

"my good girl."

#eddie x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson smut #eddie Munson fanfic series #eddie munson series #innocent!reader #corruption #perv!eddie

[darkstar225]

Twice's 10th member helps her dear Tzuyu unnie with a nightmare

A/N: Heyyy, I'm trying to make up for the time I'm gone lol! Sry for taking so long to post :D I hope that the anon who gave me this idea on Tumblr likes it!

The request: hi unnie, can i have a request that Tzuyu had a bad dream about the Twice 10th member dead. So Tzuyu rush to the 10th member and cried out. But the member didnt listen to her. Later at the night the 10th member wants to go out but Tzuyu didnt let her

PS: Tysm for everyone who reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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The moon cast a gentle glow over the city, the night air hanging still and silent. Tzuyu, the second youngest member of TWICE, stirred restlessly in her sleep. She found herself trapped in the clutches of a haunting dream, a nightmare that refused to let go. In the depths of her subconscious, she saw Y/N, the 10th and youngest member of the group, lifeless and cold.

A gasp escaped Tzuyu's lips as she jolted awake, beads of sweat clinging to her forehead. Her heart pounded in her chest, the residual fear of the dream lingering in her mind. She reached for her phone, the digital clock glaring 3:00 AM. Her fingers trembled as she dialled Y/N's number, urgency colouring her actions.

The phone rang several times before a groggy voice answered on the other end. 

Y/N - Hello?

Tzuyu - Y/N! Are you okay?

Tzuyu's voice trembled with a mix of fear and desperation.

Y/N, still half-asleep, mumbled a response. 

Y/N - Tzuyu unnie? What's wrong? It's so late.

Tzuyu took a shaky breath, trying to steady her voice. 

Tzuyu - I had a nightmare about you. A terrible one. I need to see you, please.

There was a pause on the other end, then a soft sigh. 

Y/N - Alright, give me a few minutes unnie.

Tzuyu hung up the phone and paced nervously around her room. The remnants of the nightmare clung to her like a persistent shadow. She couldn't shake the image of her little sister's lifeless form, and the fear gnawed at her insides.

Minutes later, a knock echoed through Tzuyu's door. Y/N stood there, rubbing her eyes, her expression a mix of concern and sleepiness. 

Y/N - Sis, what's going on?

Tzuyu's eyes were wide and teary as she pulled Y/N into a tight hug, almost desperate in her need for reassurance. 

Tzuyu - I dreamt that you... that you were gone. It was so real, Y/N.

Y/N's eyes softened, understanding dawning on her. She ran a soothing hand through Tzuyu's hair. 

Y/N - It's just a dream, unnie. I'm right here, alive and well.

Tzuyu pulled back, her eyes searching Y/N's face for any sign of the nightmare. 

Tzuyu - I know it's just a dream, but it felt so real. I couldn't shake the fear. *frowns*

Y/N - Sometimes dreams are just our minds playing tricks on us. I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere. Okay? *smiles gently*

Tzuyu nodded, her shoulders sagging with relief. 

Tzuyu - Thank you for coming. I needed to see you.

Y/N yawned, the late hour finally catching up with her. 

Y/N - Can we talk more in the morning, though? I'm really tired, and you should get some rest too.

Tzuyu hesitated but nodded. 

Tzuyu - Yeah, of course. Sorry for waking you up.

Y/N waved it off with a smile. 

Y/N - It's okay. We may not share the same blood but we're sisters, right? Now go get some sleep, and we can talk more in the morning.

As the first light of dawn began to filter through the curtains, Tzuyu found herself unable to shake the unease that clung to her. The nightmare still lingered, a dark cloud over her thoughts. She watched as Y/N slept peacefully, blissfully unaware of the turmoil in her older sister's mind.

Later that day, the members of TWICE gathered for their schedule. Tzuyu couldn't shake the feeling of dread that loomed over her, the nightmare still haunting her thoughts. As the day wore on, she couldn't concentrate on anything, her mind constantly drifting back to the vivid images from the dream.

As evening approached, Y/N noticed Tzuyu's distracted demeanour. Concern etched her features as she approached her unnie. 

Y/N - Sis, is everything okay? You seem off today.

Tzuyu bit her lip, debating whether to share the details of the nightmare. In the end, she took a deep breath and decided to confide in Y/N. 

Tzuyu - As I mentioned, I had a bad dream last night, about you. But it felt so real, and I can't shake the fear that I felt.

Y/N's eyes widened, her concern deepening. 

Y/N - What exactly happened in the dream?

Tzuyu hesitated before recounting the details, the chill of the nightmare seeping into her words. Y/N listened intently, her expression growing sombre as she absorbed the weight of Tzuyu's fear.

Y/N - Wow. That sounds really intense. I'm sorry you had to go through that.

Y/N finally whispered after Tzuyu finished talking. 

Tzuyu nodded, a heaviness in her chest lifting as she shared the burden with Y/N. 

Tzuyu - I know it was just a dream, but it felt so real, and I can't shake the fear of losing you.

Y/N reached out, squeezing Tzuyu's hand reassuringly. 

Y/N - I'm right here, Tzuyu unnie. I'm not going anywhere. Dreams can be scary, but they're not real. We're family, and I'm here for you.

As the evening wore on, Tzuyu's anxiety began to ease. Y/N's words were a salve to her troubled mind, and the bond between the two sisters strengthened. However, as night fell once again, a new wave of unease settled over Tzuyu. The nightmare still lingered in the recesses of her mind, and she couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was about to happen.

In the quiet of the night, Y/N stirred from her sleep. The moon bathed the room in a soft glow as she sat up, sensing Tzuyu's restlessness. 

Y/N - Sis, are you okay? *whispers as she reaches out to shake Tzuyu gently*

Tzuyu blinked, her eyes wide with fear. 

Tzuyu - Y/N, I can't shake this feeling that something bad is going to happen. Please, promise me you'll be careful.

Y/N frowned, concern etching her features. 

Y/N - Tzuyu, it's just a feeling. You can't let a dream control your emotions. I promise I'll be careful, okay? But you need to get some rest.

Tzuyu nodded reluctantly, the fear still lingering in her eyes. 

Tzuyu - I just can't shake this feeling of dread.

Y/N sighed, pulling Tzuyu into a comforting embrace. 

Y/N - I understand that you're worried, but you can't let fear control you. I'm here, and I'll be careful. Now, let's get some rest. Tomorrow is a new day.

As Y/N held her sister close, Tzuyu felt the warmth of the embrace soothing the lingering fears. The bond between the two sisters was unbreakable, and as they drifted back to sleep, the moon watched over them, casting a protective light over the shared dreams of the night.

And this made them share one thought:

I love my dear chosen family.

A/N: I'm sorry for any errors. English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there is something wrong, ty for reading <3

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[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Omg hello! Can I request Tangerine and Lemon as older brothers of a kid sibling? How good of older brothers would they be? I don’t mind if it’s afab or gn you can pick! Thank you so much

hii!! I love this, and they'd be amazing big brothers! I did change the reader to teenager, hope that's okay? just so that its easier to imagine etc. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

the three musketeers

tangerine x lemon x f reader (siblings)

wc || 0.7k

warnings || swearing and fluff

also the twins way of speaking aren't typos, I just made them very english lmao

masterlist + rules

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As the youngest sister to a pair of protective fruit-named twins, you were looked after well and always kept out of harm's way. They weren't too fond of their baby teenage sister following in their occupational footsteps, so they did everything they could to deter you from that kind of life.

Every other week, you and your brothers would meet up for a quaint sibling dinner at the location chosen on the spinning wheel. Today the wheel had selected Lemon's city centre flat, which meant he was hosting tonight's dinner for the third time in a row. As you were still living at home, the options were pretty limited; the only options being Lemon's flat or Tan's place. They weren't too keen on going out to dinner in a public location in case things went sideways and you got caught in the crossfire. They didn't mean to come across as controlling, they were just like that because they love you.

As your brothers were often out of town and away on missions, you didn't get to see them as much as you had hoped, but with some simple persuasion, you convinced them to book one day off every fortnight, especially for you. So to prepare for this evening's dinner, you spent the afternoon making the most-favoured dessert of choice; homemade lemon meringue pie. Usually, everyone would bring something as a way to lighten the load for the host; Tangerine tended to bring alcohol, Lemon would take some kind of cheese, and you'd make a sweet treat for after.

"When's it ready? I'm starving," you question, whine drenching your tone. "Been here like half hour, why ain't it in front of me?" you playfully provoke Lemon, discreetly winking to your other brother, who was snickering into the ball of his hand.

"Oi, watch your tone with me, mardy bum," Lemon replies, his hands adjusting his cutesy pink apron. "I'll poison yer food," his eyes widened as if to emphasise.

"Where'd yer get that apron, mate? Knick it off that granny downstairs?" Tangerine chirps in.

"Ha ha ha, you guys are so funny," Lem sarcastically replies with faux playful features. "Get fucked, the pair of ya." He turns on his heel and smacks the spoon on the back of your brother's head.

"Watch it, knobhead," Tan grunts, rubbing the sauce from his hair onto the sofa. "What a dick," nodding over to the now empty doorway. "So, what's been going on with you? What you been up to lately?"

"Nothing much," you shrug, turning your attention to the tv.

"How'd that date go? That guy in your class, what's his name again?"

"It was alright," you shrug again, avoiding your brother's hard gaze.

"He was a dick, weren't he?"

"I don't know… he didn't turn up," you awkwardly laugh. "Hey, want any help in there?" you call out, trying to avoid Tan's persistent questioning.

"You tryna distract me?"

You slide off the sofa, practically running away as you join Lemon in the kitchen. "Shut up… what's up with all these questions, man? Like a fucking gameshow,"

Tangerine chases after you, darting over to join Lemon before you could get there. "Guess what? That shit of a guy she was meant to be seeing? The little prick stitched her up." He interrupts, looking at your brother in approval.

"He did what? Why'd he do that?" Lem asks, placing the tray on the counter, his gaze darting between you both. "That why you been bitchy recently?" he jokes, earning him a firm slap on the chest. "You're right, sorry… what you want us to do? Fuck him up a bit?"

"Scare him? Threaten him?" Tangerine pipes in, arms folded as if the conversation of threats was normal.

"No, god no… just leave it, he's a dick anyway,"

"We're sorry," Lemon says softly, walking around the island to join you, tightly hugging into your side.

"Yeah, sorry… there's better ones out there," Your other brother adds, hugging your other side.

"This is so embarrassing," you mumble, cowering from their affections.

"We'll leave ya alone," Tangerine says, knowing you didn't really mean it.

Immediately wrapping your arms around your brothers, pulling them in. "No… not yet,"

"Sommat burning?"

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[rosinbae]

see you again ⋆ kim taerae

◜✧◞ SYNOPSIS ─ as the episodes of boys planet progress, y/n finds himself drifting away from his best friend, kim taerae, who seems to no longer need him anymore.

◜✧◞ PAIRING ─ kim taerae x male!reader

◜✧◞ GENRE ─ angst, fluff if you squint.

◜✧◞ CONTINUATION ─ eventually

y/n feels hopeless.

kim taerae is his best friend, or was his best friend? he doesn't even know if he gets that label anymore. he's observed, watched with close eyes as the male he considers his best friend in the whole wide world slowly drifted away from him.

it's ironic, because he was the one who suggested that they join boys planet together. he was the one so excited about joining the show with his best friend, the two of them stayed up together giggling about how great it would be for the two of them to debut together.

that all seems to have flown out of the window now.

y/n knows mnet is fishy, he knows they evil edit whoever they want to for the sake of publicity and attention. he assumed that he would sort of be safe because he was a korean trainee.

oh how wrong he was.

it seemed that in the flip of a switch, everyone apart of the korean public was against him, like all it took for them to now hate his guts was mnet pulling a little trick.

he hates how overly emotional he is, because he had a breakdown about it a few hours after filming had been finished.

and of course, taerae was there. he was there to console him, comfort him, give him solace as he let y/n cry in his shoulder.

that was before he became.. well— distant.

the last real conversation he had with taerae didn't really end on a good note.

"you.. don't want me in the team?"

"no— y/n that's not what i mean" taerae says in an instant. he takes in a breath, biting his inner cheek. "it's just that, we have to kick someone out, they won't let us keep everyone".

"and i was the first choice?"

"well we talked about it—"

"without me?"

taerae shifts his gaze away, not saying more than he has to. y/n sighs, he's a chronic people pleaser, he wants to scream and shout and put out every single complaint he has, but he just decides to deal with it.

"i'm sorry, i'm being too difficult" he mutters, a wave of disappointment washing over him. "it's alright, i'll find another team that'll let me in".

if it's not too late…

"y/n, i—"

"it's okay, rae-yah" he says simply, smiling painfully as he stares at his best friend. "i understand, we can talk about this later, okay?"

taerae sighs, glancing around the room. "i'm sorry" he whispers.

"it's okay".

but it wasn't. of course it wasn't.

that conversation was in february, february. y/n watched two months go by and his relationship with his best friend has been deteriorating ever since they had that conversation about y/n getting kicked out of the back door team.

taerae's barely around anymore, he notices. now, when he sees y/n, instead of hugging him to death showering him with tons of affection, they just share awkward hi's and hello's.

it's not only him that notices, everyone else does too, especially their fellow wakeone friends.

"did you and taerae get into a fight or something?"

park hanbin has always been head on, he isn't afraid to bring up stuff he knows other people have been hiding.

"what? what do you mean by that?"

"are you serious y/n? you two could barely even leave each other alone for two seconds when you guys auditioned together, and now you guys barely acknowledge each other's existences anymore! it's shocking, that's what it is".

y/n stays silent, staring at his friend as if he's said something shocking, but his expression changes, gaze falling down to the floor as he realizes that hanbin is right.

"taerae doesn't need me anymore, he's made it extremely clear.."

"if i told past you that you said that in the future you'd probably have a heart attack".

y/n sighs. "hanbin, what is this even supposed to mean?"

"y/n, you know i love you, right?" he begins, y/n doesn't respond, biting his tongue. "taerae is your best friend in the whole entire world, it's not like you two to be on bad terms. i hate seeing the two of you upset, and it's so obvious that you wanna talk to each other, i know that it might take some time but you have to make up".

y/n takes in hanbin's words, processes them.

they have to make up.

y/n manages to catch taerae.

well— not catch per se, y/n can barely even spot him in the practice room full of eighteen other boys. taerae is too immersed in his conversation with junhyeon to even notice his presence.

y/n feels embarrassed, he turns around to walk away with his eyes closed. he's about to walk out of the door when a shout catches his attention.

"y/n, wait!"

he recognizes that voice, that voice, that voice that he loved listening to all the time, that voice which would whisper overly sweet compliments and comfort him whenever he felt he wasn't good enough.

"y/n, can we talk?" taerae asks. he isn't exactly casual about it, it's awkward between them now, something they never imagined happening.

"outside.." he clarifies, gesturing to all of the other people in the room, meaning that the conversation he wanted to have with him was probably pretty personal.

"sure- ah! okay!"

before y/n can even fully respond, taerae drags him by the hand outside of the practice room. he can't recall the last time taerae held his hand, at all, it's funny, really.

"okay, taerae, what is this about—"

"i'm sorry!" he immediately blurts, letting go of y/n's hand in embarrassment as he looks away with a red face.

"sorry for what?"

"for doing that to you" taerae mutters. "i excluded you, i made you feel horrible because i kicked you out of the team and i've been avoiding you like the plague, that makes me a bad friend and i can't stand myself for what i did to you!"

y/n is used to this.

he's used to having conversations like this with friends, all of his ex best friends who just couldn't stand when he finally put his foot down and stopped wanting to be used by them.

but taerae would never do that—

right?

"it's okay, taerae" he says. that's not what he wants to say, of course, but he couldn't think of any other response to that sentence. "i forgive you".

but it wasn't okay.

of course it wasn't okay.

what is y/n's problem? why can't just stand up for himself? why does he let people walk all over him as if he doesn't have a mouth which he can use to speak up for himself?

that conversation didn't turn out too well either,

because they had a fight only a few hours after that.

y/n realized after he let out all of his thoughts that he sounded a little selfish, much to his own horrible thoughts. he feels as if he did something horrible, despite all of his honesty.

and taerae simply seems so nonchalant about everything.

y/n wonders.

how did they go from being the best of friends attached at the hip to now barely being able to look at each other without it being awkward?

it scares him.

every other day, he feels himself getting even more hopeless, knowing he had messed up everything and that nothing would ever be normal between them again.

were they even friends anymore?

it's like taerae is haunting him. every other thing he can't help but think of taerae, kim fucking taerae, the one who would always stare at him with lovestruck eyes, the one who could resolve any problem they had, the one who knew each and every one of his fears, the one who he had to constantly deny his relationship with because they looked like they were utterly in love.

maybe he was.. maybe.

but it's not like it mattered anymore, did it now? they weren't friends or anything, they didn't fit that label anymore.

which is ironic to say, because it was assumed their friendship would've lasted the longest.

"that was dumb— your dumb!"

"i am not!" y/n whined, stomping his feet on the floor as he stared at his best friend. "i should be telling that to you, with your stupid glasses! you looked like an idiot!" he retorts, making taerae gasp and place a hand on his chest, directly where his heart was located.

"i did not look like an idiot!" taerae rolls his eyes. "you did, as always!" he says, and y/n mimics his previous gasp, appalled.

"i wouldn't be saying this if you didn't insult me first.." y/n mutters under his breath, yelping when he felt taerae push him.

"gosh couples! cut it out already you guys are annoying!" hanbin yells from across the room. "get a room or something!"

"were not a couple!" the two best friends shout in unison. they also seem to blush in unison, faces turning red and heating up at the comment. taerae scratches his arm, too flustered for his own good. y/n laughs, though his face is also red, he doesn't want to make it obvious.

"how do they even think were dating?" taerae starts, ironically as he reaches over for y/n's hand to look at the rings on his fingers.

"i don't know, we aren't even a couple, are we?"

taerae furrows his eyebrows, as if the question confused him. he stops staring down at y/n's rings, and looks back up at his face. his breath hitches when he realizes they're a little too close.

his eyes go wide and he freezes for a moment, but then he shakes off whatever thoughts he was having and smiles. "why are you asking that like the answer isn't obvious?"

"well i don't know what you think" y/n responds, clicking his tongue as he decides to intertwine their fingers. taerae felt the cold metal brush against his fingers for a moment, and he has this unknown feeling. "maybe you do think were a couple and i'm just oblivious to everything—"

"shut up, y/n" taerae scoffs. "no, were not a couple, even with how much you want us to be".

"me? you want us to be one, you can't resist me".

"don't let your ego suffer when you find out your being delusional".

"nope, you love me".

"that's a big word, don't say it again".

#kim taerae #zerobaseone #zb1 #zb1 taerae #zb1 imagines #kim taerae x reader #kim taerae imagines #zb1 scenarios #zb1 drabbles

[wandawiccan60]

I’m Sorry

An Alfie Solomons X Freya(FemOC)One-Shot

A/N: Hello everyone I know I have ghosted for a while just school and other things have happened lately good and bad really. But enough said but here is a lovely lovely One-Shot that I had the honor with working with my bestie and lovely @i-love-th-characters1. We thought of this story out of nowhere and we decided to make Alfie be such a brute because we thought that Alfie never really apologizes so we decided to make this tale of him and we are very proud to share this short and yet long one shot of the lovely King of Camden Town and his beautiful Scandinavian. Gypsy Freya(our very own OC). Romance, Friendship, etc is presented before your eyes and I hope you all enjoy this as much as me and I-love had such a fun and brainstorming time to bring this to life. Without further ado please as always enjoy, Reblog, Comment, and thank you all for being around I appreciate it every single one of you.

Summary: ”I'm Sorry." 

Two words that she never thought she would hear from the man in front of her. If she's honest, she did look at him like he had 3 heads. Silence took over as they both stared at each other, wondering who would break it as his apology lingered between them.

WARNING 18+: Fem is a Virgin, Lit SMUT, Cussing, Mentions of Alcohol, & Lots Fluff

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The old grandfather clock chimed throughout the small hallway indicating that it was past 10 o'clock at night. Freya was peacefully sitting on the red velvet couch facing the small chimney fireplace. While in her hands she continued to read a book that she got from one of the bookshelves. Cyril was lying next to her feet on the floor while the smooth breeze of the ocean outside the window came inside the lit-up living room. Freya let out a low sigh placing the closed book on top of her lap feeling uneasy about Alfie not arriving home yet. 

“Where could he be, it’s getting late?” she said out loud resting her back against the head of the couch hearing the crackling sound of the fireplace continuing to burn. 

Feeling like time was going slow for Freya, Sophia, their young maid, appeared inside the living room making Cyril lift his head up from his nap. 

“Would you like me to get you anything else for tonight Mrs. Solomons?” the young girl asked while picking up the silver tray from the small brown table in front of Freya.

“No, I’m quite alright now, Sophia thank you. It's best you head home. I'm still waiting for Alfie to arrive from his workplace. Don’t you worry about me, I can take care of the rest of the house. You have done a lot today which I appreciate very much and so does Alfie but enough said. Oh, and yes, your payment for this week's salary I’ll get that right away for you my dear. I’ll be right back,” Freya said, walking her way out of the living room to head to Alfie’s office, while Sophia put away the tea tray in the kitchen area.

A few minutes later Freya returned with the young woman’s payment in her hands, she saw Sophia giving cuddles and scratches to the big Bullmastiff. She smiled at the site while the big dog lay on his back enjoying the amount of attention he was getting from the young housemaid. 

“Silly Cyril you, now come on then off to bed with you. Go on shoo, shoo,” Freya clapped commanding the big brown mutt to go away but was not listening. 

“Hehe, seems he doesn't want to go to bed just yet, but I must go now Cyril I’ll see you tomorrow you sweet dog,” Sophia cooed raising herself on her feet smoothing out her white shirt dress.

“Here you go love,” Freya said handing over the young woman’s money as she continued speaking, “We’ll see you at the same hour in the morning as always, you walk safely back home now. Goodnight Sophia.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Solomons, and I’ll be here at 7 in the morning sharp like I always do. And it is a pleasure to serve you and Mr. Solomon-.”

The front door suddenly burst open making both women jump back in fright, noticing Alfie angrily mumbling some words under his breath. Both Sophia and Freya couldn't quite catch what he was saying, as he shut the door with force. 

“Fuckin’ hell can tonight be something more difficult than the other nights,” Alfie loudly said walking his way towards his office room not noticing the girl's presence who have been seeing his small tantrum all this time.

“Umm, well then that means he didn’t have a good day at work I suppose. I apologize for my husband's behavior Sophia, he really isn't like this every night believe me. Anyways again goodnight dear, until the morning,” said Freya, opening the door for Sophia feeling embarrassed on the inside from Alfie’s actions.

After Sophia left the house, Freya with a small temper growing from inside, quickly walked her way toward her husband's private office. Cyril followed right behind as she opened the door with ferocity, seeing his back facing her way.

“What the fuck is the matter with you, Alfie? Have you gone out of your mind coming back home with that temperament?” Freya questioned, closing the door behind her and crossing her arms in front of her chest glaring her eyes directed at him.

“So fuckin’ what, eh? I can act whatever way I want, yea, you won’ understand the amount of shit I went through today,” he said, forwarding himself on his knuckles on top of his desk, letting out a big frustrated sigh.

Freya let out a slow sigh trying her best to steady her breathing, wanting to try and communicate with her loving husband. She felt her body relax until she talked to Alfie once again.

“Alfie, talk to me, you know you can always tell me what is wrong,” Freya said, placing a gentle hand on top of his left shoulder but he shoved her hand away from him startling her with fright.

“Why would you fuckin’ care about what happened to me at the job today, it's business that you won’t understand. And now you here telling me ‘what is wrong,’ like if talkin’ will make me feel better,” he said giving a menacing look at his wife, Freya felt chills forming through her body appalled by how Alfie was raising his voice at her.

“Are you listening to yourself, Alfie?” Freya now had her voice raised while her hands turned into tight fists as she continued on speaking, “What is the matter with you, how dare you're raising your voice at me when it isn’t my fault you had a terrible day at work. And you're standing here taking your anger out on me. Who by the way is your wife? Who wants to try and understand what the hell caused you to act like this.”

“Do me a favor, my dear yea? Why don’ you just leave me alone and shut your goddamn mouth and instead you can fuck off from my site yea! You're makin’ my damn head hurt more just by looking at your face,” he said breathing heavily in and out from his nostrils, Freya stayed silent feeling as though a sharp knife stabbed through her heart.

Not wanting to stay any longer Freya angrily walked out of Alfie’s private office, shutting the brown door with a loud bang. She leaned her back against the wooden door placing her hands over her eyes and letting out a small quiet whimper. She felt tears forming through her dark hazel eyes, inhaling a long breath of air as she walked her way through the small hallway. She grabbed a long black scarf from the coat hanger and wrapped the material around her shoulders. Freya made her way out of her house without a care in the world, as some thunder was heard in the far distance. Indicating that a storm was coming in but that didn’t stop her from walking her way to who knows where. Back inside the house, Alfie took out a bottle of whiskey from a side drawer of his desk. Before opening the cap, he stared at the bottle for a moment until he saw Freya’s face.

Realizing what he did and said to her was incredibly wrong and inside his soul, he was regretting it ever so much. Grabbing the whiskey bottle with his right hand he frustratingly threw it across the room, making a big splatter spot on the wall. Along with the pieces of glass shattered throughout the floor as he let himself fall on top of his armchair. Tilting his head back looking up at nothing else but the ceiling, exhaling a long sigh while he had his eyes closed. 

What the fuck did I just do… I’m such a fuckin’ idiot…

Alfie walked his way out of his office room, walking through the hallway towards the stairs that led up to the second floor. Cyril walked alongside him making their way up wanting to apologize to her for acting such a dick towards her knowing that his anger got the best of him. Alfie reached the bedroom door and before going inside he softly knocked on it. 

“Freya… sweetheart, I’m… forgive me for screaming at you. I… I don’t know what came over me,” Alfie said, letting out a disappointed sigh and placing his right hand on the doorknob making his way slowly inside the room.

But to his shock, she was nowhere to be found inside but only their empty bed and a small table lamp on the other side of the room. Alfie panicked feeling his heart racing out of control, as he walked his way back down the first floor. 

“Freya. Freya, where are you?” he called out looking from one room to the other, not finding any trace of her whereabouts.

Alfie started to become more agitated after failing to find her in every part of the house thinking about where she could be or run off to. Alfie caressed his fingers through his short brown locks, letting out another irritated sigh. Wondering where Freya could have gone too and somewhere he and she would know to go when they wanted to clear their heads out. That's when it suddenly hit him where exactly Freya could have gone to.

The old stone bridge… she must have gone there…

Alfie didn't wait another minute to pass by and made his way out of the house, leaving Cyril all alone in the house. Outside the dark chilly night, it started pouring small drops of rain as Alfie walked his way towards the path that leads to the old bridge. Where they met for the first time when they were in their adolescent years. He only hoped and prayed that Freya made it there safely the rain however only continued to come down heavily.

This is all my fault…my own damn fucking guilt…

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14 Years Ago: Somewhere In Camden Town

"Follow the path, Cyril. You know better." A young Alfie told his then puppy. 

The pup happily sniffed and walked along the path again, a path he and Alfie took for their afternoon walks for a few months now. It was all very familiar to both boys. Today was no different, or at least, it wasn't supposed to be. Yet, their ears picked up on something. 

"Stop." Alfie whispered to his pup who stayed in place in front of him, waiting for his owner to be closer. 

Looking around, Alfie couldn't place where the sudden singing was coming from. Not that he minded the joyous and raucous tune, but the path is known to be private, which is why he began walking Cyril here two months ago. Straining his sight again, he finally saw a figure under the old stone bridge. 

A young woman, to be exact. She was dancing while singing. Her swaying movements and the unfamiliar tune was like a siren's song to the young man and his puppy. Neither even felt themselves starting to walk in her direction. Their feet simply had minds of their own. Slowly, they approached the young woman who hadn't seen or heard them yet. She was too busy dancing her heart out, the jingling of her many necklaces clinking against each other adding a different beat to the, what Alfie could tell was a, foreign song. He was in a trance as he watched her body move. Nothing provocative, nothing grand. She just seemed so free. Cyril looked up at his owner, wondering why he hadn't said anything yet if he liked seeing the girl dance so much. So, being the curious puppy he was, he happily barked. 

The echoing noise immediately had the young woman stopping her movements and her song as she sharply inhaled, clearly startled as she looked towards the direction in which the bark came from. 

"No, no, shh." Alfie told his dog as he tried to subdue the embarrassment he began to feel since he had gotten caught staring.

Instead of being able to control his puppy, Cyril barked again, and again, and again. His tail was wagging and his ears stood up halfway as he wondered why the girl wasn't singing or dancing anymore as she kept looking at them. Alfie wasn't sure what to do as he looked up from his dog. His eyes met the young woman's, and he could tell that she was either seconds from running away or she was too scared to move and was hoping they'd leave first. He knew one thing was for certain; neither parties moved from their spots as they simply stared at each other. 

He could tell she wasn't from here. He had never seen her in the town, much less under the old bridge that he has been passing under daily for two months. He softly cleared his throat as he gave her a tiny nod, unsure of what to do as she kept looking at them. He wasn't sure if she'd do them both harm, though she didn't seem to be a bad person. Cyril, on the other hand, was still curious about this girl who seemed so free a moment ago and was now hesitant to leave the safety of the shadows of the bridge. 

So, Cyril took matters into his own paws and sniffed the trail as he wandered over to where she was standing. He was surprised when Alfie didn't bother stopping him. Looking up at the girl who slowly looked down at him, Cyril barked, wagging his tail to let her know he was friendly. He sensed that she was being cautious, and the pup didn't blame her. He and his owner were strangers to her after all. He sat in place and softly whined, giving her the best puppy eyes that he could muster. Alfie took cautious steps towards the two, stopping just under the beginning of the bridge. 

He watched her necklaces clink together as she slowly moved to kneel down in front of the puppy. Cyril immediately climbed into her lap, causing the young woman to seem taken back by the gentle action. The pup nudged one of her hands with his small nose, letting her know it was alright to pet him. Carefully, she very lightly patted his back, now curious about the tiny animal in her lap who seemed happy to see her. So she patted him again, and again, and again. Each time, she grew less afraid, less cautious, and soon, Alfie felt himself smiling as he watched her scratch Cyril on his belly which caused one of the pup's back legs to scratch the air. 

He found her smile breathtaking, even if it was directed at his dog and not him. 

"I…um, we're sorry for interrupting you." He said, noticing how her eyes were taking all of him in. 

It made him feel too warm for his own comfort, but some tiny part of him deep down enjoyed the attention from this beautiful young woman. 

She only gave him another smile, seeming confused as to what he was saying. Deciding to try and help the situation, Alfie carefully kneeled down in front of her and his pup, hoping she could tell that they're both friendly and meant her no harm. 

"Cyril." He told her, pointing at the puppy. 

She tilted her head slightly to the right, still seeming confused. 

"Cy-ril." Alfie repeated, only slower this time so she could grasp the name. 

She looked at the dog, slowly nodding. Though she didn't say anything, Alfie knew she understood. Suddenly, she was pointing at him, head tilting to the right again. 

"I'm Alfie." He said, placing one of his hands on his chest. 

Her eyebrows raised in confusion. 

"Al-fie. Al-fie." He slowly repeated, being patient with her. 

She gave him a slow nod, understanding that he was introducing himself. 

"Alfie Solomons. I live here, in Camden. Do…Do you live here?" He asked, only to receive no answer.

They both stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity.

"Freya," She softly spoke, copying him and placing one of her hands on her chest, 

"Fre-ya." She said with a smile. 

"Freya." He repeated the name, liking how it rolled off his tongue. 

She happily nodded after he had said it. He stretched out his right hand towards her, watching as she looked at it with curiosity. 

"You give me your left hand, and we shake 'em together. That's how you greet someone who you just met." He explained.

Freya still didn't understand, so he gently took her left hand in his right one. Very slowly, he shook hands with her, noticing that she seemed to be paying close attention. 

"It's nice to meet you." He said, adding a slight smile for good measure. 

He tried to let go of her hand, but she didn't want to let him go. She had never been so patiently dealt with by someone foreign to her. Alfie felt himself blushing as they just awkwardly kept holding hands, wondering why she would choose to keep holding on to him. 

"Do you live here?" He asked her again, only to earn another head tilt. 

"Um," 

His mind was racing as he thought of ways to gesture at a house or anything that resembled a home. Suddenly, an idea hit him as he spotted a small twig beside his leg. She let go of his hand as his other began picking up the twig. He did the best that he could to draw an outline of a house between them on the sand beneath their legs. 

"Home?" He asked, motioning to his simple drawing. 

All Freya did was curiously look at him before something visibly clicked within her. She pointed to the twig, and Alfie quickly gave it to her. He was so caught up in looking her over that he hadn't realized what she was doing. That is, until a voice was heard in the far distance. 

"Freya!" A man's voice shouted.

Alfie watched as she happily turned around, looking towards where the voice came from. Turning again to face her new friend, she pointed behind her. 

"Tata." She said with a smile. 

Now it was Alfie's turn to give her a look of confusion, watching as she handed a snoozing Cyril to him before she carefully rose to her feet. He quickly followed, careful to not wake his puppy. 

"Freya!" The man's voice shouted again, sounding slightly closer this time. 

"Tata." The young woman repeated to Alfie who gave her a slow nod. 

Then it clicked. 

'Must be her father.' He thought as she gave him another smile. 

"Home." She softly added as she tried her best to copy how he had pronounced the singular word, once again pointing in the same direction she had a moment ago. 

"Oh, right, yeah. I best be headin' back myself. 

"Home?" She asked with a curious expression, her words laced with happiness. 

"Yes. My home is that way." He answered with a slight smile, pointing behind him, his thumb gesturing towards the path he and Cyril took.

"Jutro." She said with a look of hope. 

Once again, he was confused. 

"Jutro?" She asked instead, hoping it would make a difference. 

"I…I don't understand." He softly explained, taking a step closer to her.

"Jutro…jutro." She slowly repeated, making a gesture with her hands as she also took a step closer towards him.

Alfie paid close attention, trying to grasp what she meant as he closely watched her hands. Her left hand stayed still as her right one moved back to the front over her left. 

"Jutro?" She asked in a whisper. 

Then it hit him. 

"Tomorrow!" He blurted out, finally understanding. 

"Jutro!" She happily hummed out, grateful that he knew what she meant. 

"I'll come back tomorrow. Me and Cyril," He pointed to himself and his pup, 

"Will meet you," He pointed at her,

"Here." He promised as he pointed between them.

They were both happy that they had reached an agreement, just in time, as her father called out a third time, the voice closer now. She reached towards Cyril, giving his head a loving pat, being careful to not wake him. With a final look to Alfie, Freya slowly waved at him, giving him such a sweet smile before she hurried out from under the old stone bridge. He watched as she soon disappeared into the fog that was covering the far distance of Camden. 

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Some Time Later

Freya, Alfie, and Cyril were inseparable. Wherever one was, so were the other two. The three spent much time each day under the stone bridge. It was mostly because Freya was scared to leave its safety. She had never dared go past the bridge, and Alfie never forced her. Until one month later when one particular morning Cyril had stepped on a small thorn and Alfie wasn't sure what was wrong with his pup. 

"Mate, you're limping." He said in concern as Cyril sat in place. 

Squatting down, Alfie carefully looked over his whimpering pup, trying to figure out what the source behind the discomfort was. 

"Alfie!" Freya happily called out to him from under the bridge. 

Looking towards her, he waved at her since she was waving at him. 

"I'll be just a second, alright? Something is wrong with Cyril." He called out to her as worry towards his dog's health began creeping into his head. 

Freya quietly watched as Alfie sat on the floor and Cyril didn't climb in his lap. In her eyes, it was all too strange that the puppy would rather sit on the floor than in his owner's lap because Cyril loves being in her and Alfie's laps. 

She could hear Alfie talking to Cyril, but all he would get in return were whines and whimpers of discomfort. Worry rose within her, and it was so fast in that moment that she hadn't realized her feet had minds of their own. They quickly walked her out from under the bridge and towards her friends. She sat beside Alfie, who glanced over at her then back to his dog, but then he quickly fully looked over at her. 

"Cyril." She said in worry with a small frown. 

Carefully, she picked him up, doing some inspecting of her own to see if Alfie possibly missed something when he had done the same just a second ago. 

"Freya, you're-" 

"Found it." She announced as she very gently laid the dog on her lap. 

She spotted a very small thorn wedged between the pads of his left back paw. 

"A thorn?" He asked her as she held it up for him to see. 

"Yes." She answered before flicking it away from them. 

"Better, Cyril?" She asked the pup as she set him on all fours. 

He happily wagged his tail before barking, obviously in a much better mood. 

"Freya," 

She turned to look at Alfie who wore a surprised expression on his face. 

"Yes?" She asks curiously. 

"You're out from under the bridge." He told her gently. 

She looked behind them, finding he was correct. She had left the safety of the bridge. Yet it didn't feel different now that she was out from under there. She was with Alfie and Cyril, which made everything seem normal. 

"Is good?" She hesitantly asked him. 

He gently smiled at her, enjoying that she had learned the English language so quickly with his help.

"Do you feel good about being here in the open?" He asked her. 

After giving the question some thought, she nodded, giving him a smile in return. 

"Then this means I can show ya the shops in the town." He excitedly said, and the thought of seeing all the different stores and products they have to offer caused her to smile again. 

That day, while they were in town, he asked her if she would allow him to be her boyfriend. She looked at him in slight shock as she thought of what he had just asked.

"If you don't want to be with me, I understand. It's just…I fancy you so much, Freya. You understand me like no one else does. You're beautiful and kind. Your nature is to heal and comfort. Mine is to destroy and create chaos. But none of that happens when I'm with you." 

"Yes." She answered once his words ceased. 

They stared at each other for what felt like an eternity. Slowly, big smiles began to spread across their lips before she happily hugged him. He hugged her back, holding her tightly as she excitedly giggled into his chest. 

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1914: World War I

Two months passed before their lives drastically changed. A war had begun, and by what Alfie told Freya, any and all help was needed. 

"They sent me this." He told her, holding up a folded paper. 

"What is it?" She hesitantly asked. 

He took a good long look at her. He didn't want to tell her. He couldn't. He couldn't bear to see the sadness he knew would be on her face. He didn't want to tell her that he might die far away from home. Yet he forced himself to answer her. 

"It's a letter. I've been…" 

She stepped closer to him, seeing the worry in his eyes,

"I've been drafted. They need me to go fight. I leave in two weeks." 

Silence lingered between them as they looked at each other.

"You can't leave." She whispered as a small frown took over her lips. 

"I have to. They'll punish me if I don't." He softly explained. 

"But…But what if you don't return?" She asked him.

Tears began to form in her eyes, and he quickly wrapped his arms around her. 

"I will. I will return. That much I promise you." 

Those two weeks were spent with each other. The young couple felt that they couldn't get enough time together as the day they both dreaded quickly approached. When that morning came, the two closely stayed by each other's sides as they waited for the designated train to pull into the station. 

Freya couldn't stop thinking about how to help Alfie feel less nervous. He was holding her hand as if his life depended on it. Then it dawned on her.

She moved to take off one of the many necklaces that hung around her neck. Making sure she had the one she wanted, she moved to stand in front of her boyfriend. He looked at her with curious eyes, wondering what she was doing. He had his answer when she held the necklace towards him. Understanding that she was trying to help, he slightly dipped his head down and felt her carefully slip it over his head. As it rested against his chest, he looked down at it, finding a small coin-sized plate hanging from the chain. The name of his girlfriend was engraved in a fancy font on the face of it. 

She had opened her mouth to speak, but the train was coming into the station, blaring its horn in the process. The other men, young and older and who had also received a letter that requested their help in the war, began saying goodbye to their significant others or their families. Slowly, Freya's eyes met Alfie's. 

"I promise to come back to you. No matter how far away I am, you'll be here in my heart. That's why you gave me this, right?" He asked as he pointed to the necklace. 

"Yes." She answered in a whisper. 

The train horn blared again, and even though the recruited men didn't want to, they all began lining up beside the train car to board it. Mothers and wives were crying while waving their sons and husbands off. Looking down at Freya, Alfie tightly embraced her. It was warm and loving, and neither wanted to let go. Reluctantly, he was the first to pull away after a solid minute. 

"Don't cry, my love." He whispered as he gently wiped away her tears. 

She placed her hands over his own, wanting to feel them in hers one last time until who knew how long. He leaned down, placing his mouth over hers, and she followed along by closing the space between them. The kiss was beautiful; familiar, and slow as they tried to be physically connected for as long as they could. When they couldn't breathe anymore, they pulled away, and after they caught their breaths, she sadly watched as he picked up his bags. 

"Can I ask you for a favor?" He spoke softly. 

"Anything." She answered quickly. 

"Will you please look after Cyril and collect my mail while I'm gone? I don't get much, if any, but I'll write to you every chance I get." He explained. 

She gave him a nod as it sank in for both of them that they were not dreaming and would be apart with neither knowing for how long. With an apologetic expression towards her, he began to also join the long line of recruited men. 

He was only 15 feet away from her, yet she was already missing his touch. So, she did what any love stricken girlfriend would do. 

"Alfie!" She called out. 

He was about to fill an empty spot in the line when he quickly turned around. He was met by Freya rushing towards him, and just before he could drop his bags, her arms were around his neck. The force that came with her was so great that he almost lost his balance, but the young men on his right and left sides steadied him. They gave him knowing smiles as they took his bags and held them for him. His arms were wrapping themselves around her waist once his hands were free. 

When she looked up at him, they kissed again, the action done in haste as the train horn was heard again. When they pulled away, Alfie rested his forehead against hers. 

"I love you." He told her with such seriousness that she couldn't help but smile. 

"I love you, too." She responded, and he slowly began to let go of her just like she did to him. The warmth they both felt from the embrace quickly turned cold as the two young men handed Alfie his bags again. Freya smiled sadly at him, earning the same smile from him.

A woman gently pulled her away from the line as it shortened, telling her that it was safer to wait by the waiting area than be too close to the tracks. Freya learned that the woman was a mother and had just said goodbye to her three sons. They both stood together, watching in fear and sadness as the train began to slowly take off. Alfie waved at her, just like the woman's sons did. The four had gotten seats right beside some windows. Freya waved back at him, trying her best to not cry so Alfie wouldn't remember her like that.

From that day, exactly one week passed until she heard from him. She was sitting in the living room of his home. Cyril was lying beside her as they both occupied the longest sofa. As she went through the mail to see if he had written to her, her heart raced when she saw her name on one envelope. She dropped the other few envelopes to the floor and got to opening hers right away. Her eyes were met by her boyfriend's handwriting, and they didn't hesitate to begin reading. 

'Freya, 

I am missing you. I know it has just been a couple of days, but I cannot wait to see you again. It is hard to be away from you for this war against France. I know that what I am doing is for the good of people, but nothing truly feels good without you. I am hoping to see you again soon. But, until then, know that I love you dearly and that I left my heart with you, my darling. 

I love you, 

-Alfie 

Tears ran down her cheeks as she realized that only a week had passed. How long would it be until they saw each other again? Would he make it back? Would this war turn him into someone she wouldn't recognize when…if…he returned? Looking at Cyril, who was closely watching her, Freya continued to softly cry. The dog became concerned, so he moved his head to be in her lap. As soon as she felt Cyril's weight, she hugged him, crying into his fur as he lowly whined. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

“Freya. Freya, can you hear me love?” Alfie called out walking through the big green forest both his shoulders and hair drenched in rain.

He has been calling out for his wife for an hour or so hoping that she didn’t go far from where they lived. Beneath his shoes the pathway was muddy in some spots trying his best to not slip. Some paces later Alfie saw a black smokey cloud in the distance. At first he thought it would be Freya’s family that were set at camp but as he made his way towards the cloud. It turned out to be the old stone bridge where he and Freya would mostly spend time together and where they first met all those years ago. It’s like he could remember it like it was yesterday.

How time flies so fast…

Seeing the smoke coming from underneath he carefully made his way down a steep path. Once making it down Alfie embraced the site of the old bridge placing a hand against its few stones. Remembering the old days of both him and Freya’s life when they would meet each other secretly. Until Freya’s father found out about their meetups one day and it caused both of them to not see or speak to each other for weeks. But eventually Freya told her father that Alfie was nothing but a gentleman and a marvelous boy towards her. Knowing that Alfie wasn’t never the type of man to lay a hand on her for any reason. Her father at first didn’t believe in her daughter for a while but eventually when one day Alfie without feeling afraid. Went to visit her home and talked with her family hoping that they will see a different perspective and let Freya be his friend. 

“If you ever do anything that will harm my lovely daughter you stay away from us and never come back. Is that understood boy?” Said Harald Freya’s father pointing a sharp finger at the young boy which in reply a nod in agreement. 

And after that discussion Freya was free to see and speak with Alfie which she was relieved that her father finally let her see her friend. It was as if that event just happened yesterday how he wished to relive that moment one more time.

Alfie then made his way towards the large opening of the bridge where he found Freya sitting on the wet cold ground. Hugging her legs together while she stared at the small campfire she made not too long ago. Her long dark brown hair was wet from the rain as well as her clothes. It didn’t bother her since she is after all a gypsy who has traveled to many places. And the rain was one of her favorite weathers feeling like she is at peace for the most part. Freya didn’t notice his presence until Alfie sat next to her. She scooted a bit to the side still feeling upset towards him not forgetting what he told her earlier. Alfie noticed this not wanting to push her buttons anymore knowing he has caused so much tonight. The crackling sound of the wood against the fire continued and Freya and Alfie didn't say much for a moment. While the sound of faint thunder was heard far towards the distance as the drops of water continued to gently pour down. Alfie wanted to say something at first but he didn’t feel brave to say anything yet. Freya tightens her long black scarf around her shoulders, feeling the cool wind feeling shivers running through her body. Noticing this Alfie without exchanging any words removed his long black coat from himself. He gently placed the warm material over Freya making her flinch but yet welcomed it. She looked him in the eyes giving off a small faint smile nodding her head in “thank you.” Alfie returned the gesture they both didn’t say much again. As some time has passed for too long Alfie finally surprising himself at the words he said next.

“I’m sorry,” is all that he could say looking forward to the fireplace.

When Freya heard him say those two words she looked at him with a confused look. Not believing in what he just heard him say.

“What did you say?” She then said wanting to make sure she heard him correctly.

Before he said anything he sat straight while clearing his throat. He turned to see his wife having to repeat himself again. Inhaling a small breath he heard himself again saying those two words he mostly never says until now.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you back at home my love. My frustration and stubbornness got the best of me and I never meant to say those things to you either. Work has been a pain in the ass these past couple of days and today was the worst of them all,” he says, lowering his eyes looking at his hands biting his lips together as he went on, “once those words came out of me mouth I knew I'd made a terrible mistake. Looking at your eyes I saw how hurt you felt and I wanted to just kill myself then and there for what I have said to the love of my life. I just…just.”

Freya could see the tears forming against his blue eyes knowing that he meant every word that he was saying to her. Seeing and hearing the guilt in his eyes and voice wishing he could take back what he didn’t mean to say. She also felt her eyes filling with tears as one teardrop stream down the corner of her right eye gently wiping it away with the back of her right hand. No words were exchanged Freya tightly hugged Alfie around his neck almost making him tilt to the side. But they both steadied themselves; she then felt his arms wrapping around her embracing in each other's arms. 

“I know you didn’t mean those words my love, but that doesn’t make me stop loving you no matter what. I love you so much my Alfie, like you don’t imagine,” she said leaning back to look him in the eyes, placing her right hand against his left cheek as their foreheads touch each other.

“I promise you at this very moment that I’ll not let my emotions get to me very easily. Because I never want to see my flower look sad and hurt ever again. And I love you too my Freya like you don’t know either,” he said back, placing a small light kiss on top of her forehead.

“I hope you know I’m not one of your workers who will tolerate your screaming and shouting, Alfie. I'm your wife." Freya reminds her husband placing both her hands on each side of his cheeks.

Alfie nods immediately. "I know, sweetheart.”

"Don't you ever do this to me again, yes?” Freya says, sounding not too angry anymore with a more relaxed smile.

He gives her a small smile while nodding again. "I wouldn't dream of it." He says as he gets closer to her. 

She can't stay mad at him forever, so she also gets closer to him. He leans down to kiss her, and when their lips touch, it all comes flooding back to him. The very first moment they shared their love for each other. 

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She could only imagine the beautiful bodies of other young women he had seen before she had ever met him. How could she compare? Surely they were much more beautiful than she. Every scar she had ever earned, from quick evacuations with her family when they encountered danger throughout their travels, were on display. They were like directions to every imperfection she had. Yet there she stood in front of the edge of his bed, bare. He stood before her, wearing only boxers. His bright blue-green eyes drank in every centimeter of her skin before they looked deep into her eyes. 

"Freya," 

The way her name gently left his mouth made her heavily blush. All she could hear in his words was love. The emotion was very clear, and it gave her some relief, but not enough to wash her nerves away entirely. 

“You’re absolutely stunning; a vision, a work of art.” He spoke, genuinely meaning every word.

He slowly closed the space between them, his eyes staying on her face the whole time as he walked a few steps towards her. She suddenly held her breath. She didn’t want to tell him that this was her first time having sex. 

“What’s wrong?” He asked in a whisper. 

He could see there was some concern written on her face, and it only grew the more he looked at her. 

“Alife, I…” 

He patiently waited for her to say what she needed, 

“I’ve never had sex.” 

His face grew pink at her confession. 

“We don’t have to do anythin’, love. I would hate to make you uncomfortable.” 

“I want to.” She quickly assured him. 

Silence took over between them as they stared at each other. 

“Neither have I.” He confessed. 

“What?” She asked softly. 

“I’ve also never had sex.” He clarifies. 

“Do you still want to…with me?” She asked with hesitance. 

“It would be an honor to have you be my first, my darling.” He answered.

She smiled up at him as her body relaxed a bit more. Slowly, she reached towards him, lightly placing her hands on his bare chest. It showed scars, all of them proof of his time away from home and fighting against enemies. A small smile crossed his lips as he placed his right hand at the back of her neck. His left hand made itself at home at her lower back. Before she knew it, he gently laid her down on his bed, helping her get more comfortable before he was hovering over her. His body was flush against hers but he made sure to keep his weight off her. 

“I’ll look after you, my love.” The promise was said in a gentle voice, and it caused the rest of her nervousness to fade away. 

Slowly, he dipped his head down and his lips began to pay special attention to the crook of her neck, leaving gentle kisses along one side. A sharp inhale had him straightening up. His eyes met hers, only to receive a nod. 

“I’m alright.” She whispered as a blush appeared. 

“I will not hurt you.” He spoke once he realized that she had been enjoying herself. 

Her focus on the soft pressure of his lips against the skin of her neck was broken when an entirely new sensation caught her by surprise. His right hand had begun to slowly trail up the inside of her leg. It traveled up slowly, leaving goosebumps behind as it rested on her hip. Lifting his head once again, his eyes were glued to her. He needed to make sure she was okay with what he was doing. The look of sheer lust in his girlfriend’s eyes was enough to send a blush erupting through his cheeks. He never removed his gaze from her face as his hands met at her underbust. 

“May I?” He asks, hoping he didn’t sound as nervous as he felt. 

“Please.” She answered, arching her back off of the bed. 

He wasn’t sure if it had been the way she sweetly exhaled his name or if the sight of her so eager to be felt by him caused confidence to surge through him, but he was grateful that she trusted him so much. Slowly, his hands made their way up her sides, stopping on either side of her breasts. Very gently, he cupped them at the same time, earning a satisfied hum from her. 

“You’re warm.” She spoke, causing a chuckle to leave his mouth. 

“That’s one of the reasons you’re with me, innit?” He asked, watching a smile form on her lips. 

“One of many.” She answered, closing her eyes as his large, calloused hands began to completely cover her breasts. 

It was a nice contrast of rough against smooth. She enjoyed the way his hands held her so perfectly as his lips began kissing down her chest. They moved to kiss her left breast, then her right, and each kiss felt better than the last. He loved the way her back arched into him; it told him that he was doing a good job so far, and he wanted to keep that up. His index and thumb fingers found her nipples, and he gently began rolling them between his fingers at the same time. 

“Oh!” She moaned out. 

Her hands reached out to grab his arms, but by no means was she trying to get him to stop. Instead, she pulled him closer, and her fingers threaded his hair. She could feel immense heat between her legs, knowing that as much as she wanted to take it slow, she wasn’t going to last much longer. Her eagerness aroused him so much that his erect cock was throbbing in his boxers. Yet, he didn’t want to rush anything, for her sake. The last thing he wanted was to wind up hurting her unintentionally. His lips continued their kisses along her chest, leaving light love bites here and there, before they trailed kisses up to her neck. One of his hands left one of her breasts to gently glide down her stomach and stopped just above the place she needed his touch the most. She moaned into his mouth, hoping to convey her feeling of arousal to him enough for him to be bold enough to touch her. 

“Alfie, please.” She whimpered after they pulled away.

“You’re sure?” He hesitantly asked.

“Very sure. I need you.” 

“Say less, my darling.” He hummed out. 

He never removed his gaze from her face, his eyes boring into hers as his hands continued to move down her body while his mouth kissed every inch of her skin that was available. Finally, his fingers rested at her core, and the heat radiating from it was enough to make him groan in approval. Very slowly, his fingers circled her clit, and the look of pure relief flooded her face just as her head tilted back. Her back arched off of the bed and her hands found his hair to grab hold of. 

“Alfie…” 

The way she moaned his name had him circling her clit a little faster, wanting to see if the same blissful look would cross her face again. It did, and it made him so happy to see her enjoying his touch. His hands had done unspeakable things during the war, but none of that was important in that moment. Very slowly, he slid his finger inside of her, the accumulation of her arousal having made it an easy entrance. He slowly groaned as he felt her walls take his finger deeper, tightening around it while he gently moved it around inside of her. 

“You alright, love?” He asked, earning a moan in response. 

“More.” She breathlessly answered. 

“You’re sure?” He asked, slowing his movements. 

He stood up with his finger still inside of her, but he froze in place when she gave him a look of pure need. 

“I want you to make me yours.” She answered with such a seriousness that had his heart fluttering in his chest. 

“You're…sure?” He asked again as he hovered over her. 

“Yes.” She answered. 

His free hand made its way behind her head, lifting it enough so their mouth could meet for a loving kiss. He removed his finger from her aching walls and that hand swiftly slid down his boxers. No longer was there a barrier between them, and while it made her nervous, she found herself excited to finally be one with her boyfriend. He adjusted himself between her legs, gently parting them even more. When she caught a glimpse of his erection, heat flooded her face. It looked much too big to fit inside of her. 

“Do you want to stop?” He asked, having seen the way her eyes went a bit wide. 

“No.” She quickly answered. 

“Make me yours.”

Slowly, he brushed his cock along her soaking wet lips, causing them to slightly part. Then, very gently, he began pushing himself inside of her. Their groans harmonized for a few seconds as he stayed put for a few moments, allowing her to adjust to him. Everything felt so warm and so right when their lips connected once again. 

“You feel amazing.” He heavily sighed, the sound sending pleasant shivers up her spine. 

Her walls clenched around him each time he moved, the motion carefully done before he drove himself deeper. He held her body close against his, hoping to ease any pain that she felt. They lasted several minutes in that same position before her legs were wrapping around his waist. Their eyes met, and he could tell that she wanted more. Without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer. The speed of his thrusting increased, and it wasn’t long until both of them were moaning messes. She didn’t even have time to process the entirety of what was happening to her before she felt an all too strong sensation flood her body that caused her senses to be at a standstill. He stopped moving, wanting to make sure she was alright as her high ended a moment later. He peppered her face with gentle kisses before his lips were covering hers. 

“Freya, I…I’m close.” He warned her when he felt her walls fluttering around him. 

She tightly wrapped her arms around his neck, preparing herself for what was to happen. He was about to move away from her to pull out, but she was quick to stop him by his shoulders. 

“Fill me.” 

A look of shock covered his facial features when he realized she was being serious. 

“Please.” She begged, and the whine alone was enough for him to give in. 

Hugging her to himself once again, he thrusted into her a few more times before he was groaning into one side of her neck. She softly moaned at feeling his hot cum filling her. He stayed inside of her for another minute before very carefully pulling out. He was quick to lay beside her, wrapping her up in his arms as she curled into his body. He reached for his discarded shirt, draping it over her as they both caught their breath. 

“Are you okay?” He asked, being the first to break the comfortable silence that filled his bedroom. 

“Yes. Are you?” She softly asked in return. 

“Yes.” 

“Thank you.” 

He looked down at her and gave her a small smile. 

“Love, I should be the one thankin’ you for trustin’ me so much.” 

She smiled at his words as he kissed her head. 

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Epilogue: 5 years Later

“Where are those two rascals off too again?” Freya said to herself looking around from one room to another.

It has been a while since they moved out from Camden Town where Alfie was lucky enough to inherit a house near the beach. Margate was the name and it has been treating them fairly well where there was nothing else but a wonderful view of the sea and most of all quietness. But that wasn’t the only thing that brought the couple closer together. 

The sound of a small giggle was heard somewhere beyond the hallways which Freya knew exactly who it belonged to. 

“Alright now come out, come out wherever you all are,” called our Freya quietly tiptoeing her way towards where the chuckles were coming from. 

After Alfie and Freya got married some 3 years ago they afterwards welcomed their first child. It was such a blessing for the married couple that Alfie thought it was all a dream. Ellie was the baby girl's name, brown eyes like her mothers with a mix of stubbornness just like her father. It was a day to remember when they heard their baby’s first breath. Ever since that day Alfie was determined to be by his wife’s side, not caring if the distillery could continue without him. What mattered to him the most was his wife and daughter helping Freya out whenever she needed some time away from the baby. One late night however when Ellie was crying for hours Alfie took the baby in his arms while rocking against a wooden chair. He started to sing a lullaby to her in his mothers tongue which surprisingly made the little creature feel at ease. He also didn’t notice that her tiny hand was tightly holding onto his right index finger. He then smiled as he placed a gentle kiss against Ellie’s soft hair.

“I love you my little Ellie always and forever.” 

Freya continued to quietly make her way to the small giggles that she could still hear. Knowing that she is already near them wanting to scare them in surprise. 

“Shhh… be quiet mama is going to hear us,” said little Ellie to someone else.

A couple of months later after the birth of Ellie, Alfie and Freya then welcomed their second child. It was Alfie that encouraged Freya to have another baby which she didn’t hesitate to say no to him. Nehemiah was the boy's name that was given to him. Just like his father he wasn’t afraid of anything, always liking to get into some sort of trouble taking no for an answer but always obeyed his father whenever he would go one step far. But he would also have his moments whenever he felt like he needed to talk with his mother. Trying to also find his calmer side of himself and getting as much advice from his mother. 

“Whenever you feel angry or lost, always remember that I am here for you my love. And so is your father but just know that you're never alone my little one.”

“Oh you also be quiet Ellie I’m sure by now mama will hear us,” Nehemiah said playfully, nudging onto his sisters right arm not noticing their mothers presence.

“FOUND YOU BOTH!” Surprised Freya, making the two children scream from fright. 

Both children got on their feet quickly running away from their mother which she wasn’t too far behind. She scooped Nehemiah off from the wooden floor yelping and laughing while Freya hugged him tightly around her arms. She then placed a couple of kisses on the little boy's cheeks while feeling Ellie hug her mothers legs.

“Haha mama let Nehemiah go, how did you know we were here?” The little girl questioned, still holding onto her mothers leg.

“You both were giggling and that led me to finding your hiding place. But enough of playing around you two how about we get the table ready for dinner before papa comes home. How does that sound, my darlings?” She said kneeling in front of her two beautiful children while they nodded their head in “yes.”

Some time later it was already dark outside as the cool breeze blew ever so gently while Freya and her two children waited patiently for Alfie’s return in the living room. The crackling sound of the fireplace was heard in the background while Cyril lay down beside Ellie and Nehemiah while the children played with their toys. Freya was sitting on top of one of the couches while looking at the clock, seeing that it had passed the time Alfie should be home by now. Quietly tapping her right foot against the carpet floor the trio then heard the front door open. Indicating that they had finally returned home as Nehemiah and Ellie then ran their way out of the living room to greet their father. 

“Papa papa,” said both children in unison as Alfie opened his arms wide out to them while kneeling down. 

They all huddled down to the floor making both children giggle at their action.

“How are my two lovely children doin’ eh? I miss you all very, very much,” Alfie said as he gently stood up off the floor while Cyril nuzzled his wet nose against his owner's face.

“I also miss you as well you big mutt.”

“Ummm excuse me where is my welcoming kiss? I  hope you don’t forget about me Mr. Solomon’s,” Freya said, placing her hands on top of her hips but gave a cheeky smile.

“Hehe why would I not forget my lovely beautiful wife that always brightens my heart whenever I see her hmm?” He said getting up on his feet while Freya smiled and giggled as they both exchanged a kiss on the lips. 

“Ewwww, gross,” said Ellie, making a disgusted face which Freya found funny. 

Once the happy family settled down for dinner the night went on perfectly. As everyone feasted, Alfie and Freya held hands together as they memorized their beautiful little family. Not believing that they have come this far not expecting to have children this quickly. Alfie always thought he would only focus on himself growing his empire until his passing. But when he found Freya all those years ago as a child and saw how they both fell in love with each other. Suddenly all those ideas faded away seeing the perfect future already blooming in front of him. As dinner was ending both Ellie and Nehemiah started to grow sleepy while they all sat in the living room together. Alfie took Ellie in his arms gently taking her up stairs to her bedroom. Freya following close behind held Nehemiah in her arms while the child tried his best to stay awake. 

“Mama I’m not tired yet really,” protested the little boy but Freya wasn’t having it.

“Now my dear don’t be that way, it is late and you need your rest. And we’re going to the beach and if you don’t get your sleep you’ll be tired the next day. Now be a good boy and rest your eyes now, yes?” She said as she opened the door to the boys room as he placed him down on the soft bed. 

“Really mama, do you mean it? Oh I can’t wait to go now alright I’ll head to bed now,” cheerfully says Nehemiah as he gets himself under the bed sheets making Freya chuckle at this. 

“Very well my little Nehemiah i will see you in the morning my love. Goodnight my sweet boy,” she said, placing a gentle kiss on top of the boy's head caressing his left cheek in between.

Once Freya quietly closed the door behind her Alfie was already out of Ellie’s room. They both smiled at each other Alfie held out his hand towards his lovely wife. Freya walked up to him placing her hand on top of his making their way towards their bedroom. Once inside Alfie gently shut the door behind him and without losing another moment he embraced Freya around his arms. They both looked deep into their eyes as their foreheads touched against each other. 

“How is my lovely Queen Solomon’s feeling hm?” He asked, feeling her arms hugging around his neck while she let out a small giggle. 

“Wonderful as always you know I always still question to this day. How did I get very lucky to have you in my life Alfie? Why me and nobody else?” She questioned him wanting to hear those same words over and over again.

“Hehe do you really want me to repeat the same thing over and over again? How many times do I have to tell you my love? Because if I never met you in my life I wouldn’t have known such a wonderful spirit free and goddess like you. And that I am grateful and blessed   to say that you're my one and only woman. I wouldn’t want no one else but you my dear,” he said while gently placing Freya down against the bed hovering above her, taking in her thin lips between his.

Embracing each other in their arms they both laid there nakedly while Freya could hear her husband's heartbeat against her right ear. A small smile was spread throughout her face wanting to be like this forever. And all the while without Alfie not knowing Freya is expecting another blessing that was growing inside her womb.

I love you always and forever Alfie Solomons… until the ends of the earth…

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[theintrovertbean]

Hello there! I've never done a request in my life so this is a first

Your writing is great and I've decided trust you with a quest most frivolous, quill-master 🫡

Could you do a "Nadia with a female reader who is very - and I mean very - extraverted, bold, outspoken (but not in a dumb way 💀), kind of comedy master who just can't be intimidated even by the gods themselves?" LMAO I think I'm kinda bad at this but you feel what I'm trying to say right? You know like that one player in D&D who has maxed out charisma 🤓

And perhaps, if you feel like it, how that would work out in their bedroom dynamics?

ANYWAYS, thanks for being one of the last people on this app who make outstanding Nadia content AND THANKS FOR THE ATTENTION TOO OKAY BYE

This is kinda long I'm so sorry 💀

Hello Beatriz 👀 If I may call you that.

It always warms my heart when someone trusts me with their first request, so thank you, I hope I did alright 😭❤

This ended up being longer than I expected. Like, idk how? I wrote a sentence and panicked for like two hours because I had no idea what else to write, and then boom, it was there? I guess that means it's a very good ask 😎

I included a bit of spice, btw. Enjoy!

Ohh and I don't mind the long ask. On the contrary 👀

Nadia x Extroverted Fem!Reader

It is no secret that the Countess is quite an introverted woman, so your extroverted nature was a bit foreign to her at first. She felt insecure because what if you think she's not fun enough? Of course, no one would ever think that, but it took a few hugs and kisses to make Nadia feel alright again.

You tend to be bolder when it comes to flirting, which makes Nadia react in the cutest way possible. First, she stares at you for a second, gears turning in her head, but no words come out for a moment, and then she replies with something even bolder. What happens after that? You two keep flirting until one of you dies from blushing too hard.

Late-night talks with you two are to die for. Nadia is normally more reserved, but once you retire to her bedroom and start talking about anything and everything? That's like the best thing ever. And Nadia also loves listening to you talk. She admires you with so much love in her eyes whenever you open your mouth.

And the jokes. Oh my gayness, the jokes! Somehow, you find a way to make Nadia laugh all the time. You find out very early that the Countess snorts.

Imagine a meeting in the palace. The Court being the Court, they bring up an issue that makes no sense, and they have a whole argument about it. Nadia sits there, mentally facepalming herself, when you lean close and whisper something into her ear. The Countess ends up running out of the meeting room because of how hard she is laughing. That happens at least once a week.

You have never had any issues with socializing, so you have a lot of friends (or at least more than Nadia does). Nadia, however, spent most of her life alone, and when you introduced her to your friends, she felt very excited but also nervous. When everyone went home, Nadia almost cried in happiness because of how much fun she had with your friend group.

Every single time someone new shows up at the palace to meet the Countess, you yeet yourself to them because you just can't wait to meet them no matter who they are. By the time the person gets to meet Nadia, you have become besties with them, and they also invite you to the next family gathering to meet their sixty-nine relatives. Needless to say, Nadia is impressed.

Nadia admires that you can get along with anyone. And also that you fear no one, but it scares Nadi a bit sometimes.

She loves that you're not intimidated by her, tho. Most people are, so it's very refreshing for her.

There are a few cases when you are being a little too bold. For example, with a person who vastly outranks you and isn't very interested in a friendly chat. Nadia stands behind you, and puts her hands on your shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze. "Y/N, my darling, how about you let me handle this one?" And everything about Nadia is just so comforting that you are immediately like, "Yes, my love, anything you want."

You might get in trouble sometimes, but Nadia always saves your ass.

Speaking of your ass. You're getting spanked as punishment whenever you're being too bold. You might be doing it on purpose, and I can't blame you.

You are flirting with each other all the damn time, which leads to either one of these outcomes: 1. You have quickies whenever and wherever you can, even if it means hiding somewhere in public. As long as Nadia doesn't make you moan too loud, it's all good. 2. You tease each other all day, and then as soon as you retire to Nadia's bedroom, your clothes are suddenly gone, and you two have passionate sex until you're both completely exhausted.

Nadia is a dom, and even an extroverted partner can't change that. However, your boldness is appreciated. Whisper something lewd into Nadia's ear, and you're going to find yourself tied to her bed in no time. The way you frustrate her with your words and inappropriate touching drives her wild.

And fuck. The dirty talk. It's unholy, it's hot as fuck, and you're both loving it. You make her even more vocal than she already is.

Nadia honestly finds it adorable if you're a very submissive person despite how bold you tend to be. She teases you about it, and it makes you squirm and whimper whenever she mentions it during sex.

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[leelee1234love]

Ron needs you

18+ Minors DNI!!!

Full Masterlist Legend Masterlist

Pairing: Reggie Kray x Fem!Reader

Summary: Ron has an episode and he needs you…

Warnings: schizophrenia,Swearing,bad language!!! (please tell me if I missed any!!!)

Reggies POV-

Y/n was staying at her nans house for a couple days for a family thing, I didn't really listen to that part.

Y/n told me goodbye and left, she hadn't said her goodbyes to Ron or even mentioned she was leaving because Ron was busy sorting out a new club.

It was a couple hours later and I was sitting in my office trying to find where the money issue happened but I was failing miserably, usually y/n would do this stuff.

I heard a crash and I went out into the main area of the club, it was late so the club was shut.

I saw Ron he was furious, he was throwing chairs at the walls one by one and he aimed most of them at leslie, pat, Ian and Albert.

"Oi! Ron Stop! What's goin on?!" I yelled as I pointed my finger to Ron.

"Where's Y/n!" Ron said threateningly.

"She's fine, she's staying with her family for a Week" I said calmly to Ron as I slowly walked over to him.

He still had a chair in his hand so I slowly helped him out it down.

"Let's put the chair down.." I said slowly and he slowly put the chair down with me.

"I. Want. Her. Now." Ron said frustrated.

"Let's talk it out, calmly Ron" I said and Ron nodded stiffly.

He always wanted Y/n when he got overwhelmed and anxious.

"He's following me" Ron said stressed as he looked at the empty corner of the room.

I looked over and saw nothing, Ron was having an episode.

"Ron there's no one there mate" I said but he grew more stressed and angry.

He threw another chair at the corner of the room and he even went to grab a glass bottle.

"Woah woah!" Albert said as he covered his face worriedly.

"Ron..put the bottle down" I said lowly and Ron looked at me.

"I'll get Y/n" I said and Ron instantly relaxed.

"Y/n’s gone! Leave her be" Leslie snarled and Ron threw the glass at him but missed by millimetres.

"You fuckin TWAT!" Leslie yelled and Ron went mad and punched him in the face causing his nose to bleed. It was definitely broken.

Leslie began shouting obscenities so Ron began shouting back.

"Everybody shut up!" I yelled and everyone went quiet even Ron.

"Ron let's go mate" I said softly and took him into my office and he followed me worriedly lookin at the corner of the room still.

I reassured him there was nothing there and it was a shadow.

"I want y/n" Ron said repeatedly.

"Okay okay hang on" I said as I called her.

It rang for a moment and she picked up.

"Hello?" She said and I relaxed.

"How long will it take you to come back?" I asked her and I could tell she was confused.

"What?" She asked and I sighed.

"Ron is uh, Havin a moment and he needs you" I said and she sighed.

"I'll be about an hour" she said and I sighed in relief.

"I'm sorry dove, but Ron won't listen to me" i said and she understood.

"It's alright Reggie, I've already spent all day with my family today" she spoke happily and I smiled even though I knew she couldn't see me.

"Im still sorry, be safe" I said and she reassured me she would be.

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"Reggie? Ronnie?" Y/n said as she walked into the club to be met with Albert giving Leslie tissues for his bloody nose.

The tables and chairs were broken and then down everywhere along the floor there was broken glass scattered everywhere.

"What happened?" Y/n asked them both and Leslie was mad.

"Ron! Ron happened! He's a fuckin Prick!" Leslie yelled which made Ron and me come out.

"What all the commo- " i said but got cut off by Ron yelling.

"Y/n!" He yelled and ran to y/n and enveloped her in a hug but he didn't stop in time and pushed her to the ground still hugging her.

"Ron! Careful!" I scolded him and helped her back up but ron still wouldn't let go of her.

"What happened Ronnie?" She asked him as she cradled him In Her arms.

"He's watching me" ron said paranoid.

"Remember what I taught you, in...out...now what do we do?" Y/n said and Ron thought for a moment.

"Ask someone if they can see it too" Ron said and she nodded.

"And then we take our pills" she said and he paused he had realised he didn't take either pills today.

"Where are they?" She asked him and I pulled them out my pocket.

"There here" I said and handed them to her.

She smiled and handed them to Ron whilst I poured him a water to help them go down.

He swallowed two and he instantly held onto her again.

"It’s alright" she smiled to him and he couldn't help but relax in comfort.

Y/n’s always given the best hugs, i loved how she didn't care how horrible anyone was she still always saw the tiniest bit of kindness in people.

"Sorry you had to come all the way over here" Ron muttered and y/n frowned.

"Don't be, it wasn't that fun over there anyway" she smiled which made Ron smile.

"While your here do y'a mind?" I smirked playfully as I held the papers I didn't understand.

"Hand em over" she giggled at me and began to read them as I sat down next to them both.

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