#h ello i love these two

[gadriezmannsgirl]

Hola chicaa i have a request!

You’re a waitress in pedri’s parents restaurant so you know them for a while and pedri is slowly fallin in love with you🙈

Changed this up in the tiniest bit

This was rushedly ended and it's not revised, sorry if there's any mistake or misspelled word😭

El Bar Tasca -Pedri González

Summary: You're a worker in El Bar Tasca Fernando and managed to catch the attention of your bosses youngest son, Pedro.

"¡Y/N, hija!" Fernando, your six months boss said with a smile on as you waved at him through the screen of your phone.

"Señor Fernando" You smile "¿Cómo están? ¿Qué tal Barcelona?" (How are you? How's Barcelona?)

"Pues todo muy bien" He smiled "¿Qué tal ha dido el día de hoy?" (Everything's good. How was today?) You nod smiling.

"Pretty busy but nothing la señorita Candelaria and I couldn't handle" You show the old lady into the camera as she smiles and waves "We're actually closing up now"

"Hombre, pues eso está muy bien. Me alegra mucho" (Man, that's really good. I'm glad) He smiled.

"¿Qué tal el partido? He visto que ya han levantado el trofeo, Rosy me ha estado enviando fotos de ustedes sin parar" (How was the mathc? I saw they already lifted the throphy, Rosy has been sending me pics of you nonstop) You both laugh "Fer me ha enviado un video suyo como guardametas" (Even Fer sent me this video of yours as a goalkeeper)

"El muy pillo me ha agarrao' fuera de base" (The smart one has gotten me when I least expected it) You laughed.

You knew about his oldest son, Fernando and often when he came here, you talked to him and the two of you spent nice time, laughs and jokes thrown all over the place, you chatted when he's at his Barcelona house and keeping a nice friendship but you still haven't met his youngest son, Pedro. With him being the star of the family, he was always busy and couldn't travel back home the same amount of time his brother did.

And now, he had won LaLiga and Rosy and Fernando were desperate to go and be with him but they were hesitant to leave the restaurant since their manager left but you told them you could take care for a few days of the Bar and tried to relieve some of their pression out. Of course, they didn't wanted to at first, not liking to put more pression on your shoulders, they knew you had work and Uni work and combined were a lot but you brushed their comments and grabbed the Bar's keys softly from Rosy's hold.

"Go and see your boys" You said "The Bar will be on good hands"

And they knew it would be. Even with the relative short amount of time you have been working there, they had grown to love you like a daughter and you love them like your second parents and they knew you were such a responsable, smart and overall good girl. That's why after a long talk of how they were going to make it up for you and you trying to dismiss it, accepted and left.

That's how you came here on the facetime thing, they didn't wanted you to pressure yourself and often Rosy or Fernando checked up on you with a message or a call, this time Fernando was truly excited that he called to show you around the whole place since he knew you liked football.

"¡Y/N, cariño!" You heard Rosy before you could see her but once you did you smiled brightly at her

"Rosy, you're looking gorgeous! I'm glad you're having a good time over there!" You replied excited

"We are, Y/N/N" She smiles "Have you seen this? Is gorgeous!" You nod lightly

"Fernando was showing me around a bit, it does look very hermoso" Rosy was about to talk but you soon saw Fer coming in, you first saw a part of his hand, then his hair and his eyes to finally see his whole face in a smile

"¡Señorita!" (Young lady!) He said as you giggle

"¡Señorito!" (Young man!) You reply

"Estos viejitos me han dicho que te iban a matar sino tomabas el puesto para que ellos pudiesen venir" (These old people told me that they were going to kill you if you didn't say yes to take care of the bar so that they could come) He said as Rosy hits him in the back of his neck

"Ya, déjate de payasadas, Fernando González Lopez" Rosy says as you laugh lightly

"Sí, deja esos cuentos pa'otro tiempo, están celebrando el triunfo de tú hermano, debería dejarlos pa' que sigan con ello" You said (Yes, leave those jokes for later, you're celebrating your brother's triumph, I should leave you guys to it)

"Oh no" Fernando says frowning "We wanted to keep showing you around and maybe meeting Pedro? He's taking pictures somewhere but-" You cut them off shaking your head

"Don't worry about it. I have to help Candelaria to mop and close the shop" You smile "You come back here in two days, right?" Fernando nods as you nod back "See you in two days!"

"Maybe you see us as well soon, Y/N! We'll go there when Pedro gets his vacation time, we can meet up!" Fer said pushing his head into the screen once more as you laugh watching his nose and big eyes appear on half of the screen

"That we'll do, Nandito. Se me cuidan, por favor" (Take care of yourselves, please)

"Igualmente, hija" (Likewise, love) Rosy says as you smile but seconds before you cut the call you could heard another Canarian accent speak

"¡Pedro!"

You sighed happy, those two grown-ups were absolutely the best and you loved them deeply, it didn't hurted you a single bit trading some of sleep time to catch up, do inventary, count the money and clean the whole Bar for them, instead of being stuck into a book alone at home whilst you wait for your parents to come from their work.

So you stuck your phone in the back of your pocket and went behind where the dishes were to keep doing your work.

"¿Estamos bien, señora Candelaria?" (Are we good, miss Candelaria?)

"Que nada de señora, mijita" (None of miss, daughter) You smile "And yes, we are all good" You nod accepting her hand

"Bueno, let's go then"

...

Everything was chaos.

Fernando and Rosy had came back three days ago and today Fer and Pedro were coming, they both were excited and all over the place, making you do this and do that, then sent you to the other thing and then other. You tried as much as you could but you were getting tired of running all over the Bar.

"Calm down, Rosy" You said "Everything will be fine, they're just your sons, they know this place top to bottom and in it's best and worst conditions. This is their home and all they would want is to relax, so please, with all due respect I suggest you to stop overthinking and take it easy"

"And she's right" An unknown voice said as you turn around finally facing the last and youngest member of the González López family "Que papá me había dicho que estabas un poco fuera de lugar, estresada y demás" (Dad just told me you were a bit out of place, stressed and everything else)

"I was a bit stressed out, you haven't been here in a long time, I just wanted everything to be perfect"

"And it is, mamá" He smiled before looking at you "Pedro" He pushed his hand out as you took it and you both gave two kisses in your cheeks

"Y/N Y/L/N" His eyebrows shot up

"Finally I get to met the awesome Y/N" He said as you blush lightly

"Bueno que asombrosa, asombrosa no soy" (Well awesome, awesome I'm not) "...Pero igualmente es un placer" (But anyway, it's a placer)

"What do you mean not awesome?" He says shaking his head "Que me han dicho las mil y un cosas de tí" (People have told me the thousand and one things about you)

"Good ones, I hope so" He laughs

"All good. I even got told por ahí que haces tremendas croquetas, incluso puede que mejores que las de mi mamá, he venido a comprobar eso" You laughed (...got told somewhere that you make tremendous croquettes, maybe even better than my mother's, I have come to verify that)

"They really are" Rosy says smiling as you look at her

"Oh shush! You were the one who told me the recipe, they are basically yours!"

"She adds a little something, we don't know what it is but she made the recipe her own" You blush "Gotta go and see if Fernndo needs something from me" And with that she left you guys

"Are you up to do them, right now?" You smile nodding

"Sure" You smiled grabbing your hair in a low ponytail

"Can I help you?"

"Wash your hands, then"

You instantly got into it, you gotta admit you liked croquettes too, often giving Pedri some indications of cutting the dresses and both of you asking question about the other, getting to know yourselves, your voice talking with Pedro and laughing at his jokes was the only thing you could hear at the kitchen and the ocasional sound of an electrodomestic.

"Oh vaya! What do we have here?" Fer said coming up "Pedro cooking?" He made a face making you laugh and the youngest González gave him a look and throw him a carrot peel "How's it going?"

"He is better assistant than you, so..." You said as Fer, who's face falls as Pedro laughs "We're going great"

"I'm better than him, you're only saying that because I don't follow your instructions!"

"I'm the chef here so of course it annoys me when I say put the chicken in the grill and you say: 'But let's do it baked'" You imitate his voice making him laugh "No! No, no, no! I want the freaking chicken grilled, I prepared it for the grill and you just went ahead and putted it inside the oven"

Fer came up to you to hug you but you didn't hugged him back "That was the best chicken I have ever done and you messed it up, get off!" You both laughed

"At least I help you, you're choosing to stay with the one who burns a simple pan con queso"

"I'll be looking at this so it doesn't burn, let him alone!" Pedro was laughing at your interaction with his brother

"Gotta go and so do you, Pedro. Dad wants us to greet people"

Now, that statement made Pedro furrow his eyebrows.

He was having a good time with you, he wanted to stay with you, get to know the girl his parents and brother were basically head over heels for and guess what you had that drew them this bad at you.

He had already seen you in pics and heard your voice when you talked with Fer but never got to meet you properly and now, after two hours of meeting, he never wanted to leave the kitchen if that meant you were besides him.

Without knowing it, he was already realizing what it was that thing of yours that drew him to you and he was also finding himself wanting to be around you, see your pretty smile and hear your laugh.

You were la chica más bonita, he has ever seen.

He didn't wanted to leave. Not when you just got to know each other and were having a good time.

"Do I have to?" Pedro asked

"Yes"

"I don't want to, I wanna stay here and help Y/N" Silence took over the kitchen when you broke it

"These are almost done, I just gotta cut the salad and it'll be ready. It won't take more than a few minutes so, why don't you wait outside? You precisely won't eat here in the kitchen and you have your old neighbours wanting to see you" You gave a solution and after he thought of it, nodded as you smiled lightly clapping

"Venga, vamos. Personal autorizado en la cocina" (C'mon, authorized staff in this place)

"Somos hijos de los dueños" (we are children of the owners)

"No me importa, acaban de decir que se van así que personal autorizado, dije" (I don't care, you just said you were leaving, so only authorized staff, I said) They laughed as you ushered them out

"Is it just me or you have a crush on her?" Fer, asked in a low tone to his younger brother once they were away from the kitchen

"Hombre, I just met her"

"Are you telling me you don't find her attractive at least, the tiniest bit?"

"¡Fua!" Pedri shook his head with a smile on "¿Atractiva? Joder, hombre; es la niña más bonita que he visto en mi vida" (Attractive? Fuck, man; she's the prettiest girl I've ever seen in my life)

"Yeah, I knew you were gonna say that" Fer smiled "She indeed is pretty, but not only she has looks, she also has this intelligence that's out of this world and the humility that she possesses... She's awesome" Pedro smiled "She has this internship in la Universidad Europea" Pedro opened his eyes

"La de Santa Cruz de Tenerife?" Fer nodded "¡Joder!" (Fuck!)

"I repeat, she's awesome and perfect for you, hermanito"

"Ya, ya. I got the point" Both brothers laughed as they came across their dad along a few of their old neighbours "¡Señor Juan!" Pedri exclaimed meeting the old man and meanwhile he was glad to be back in his hometown and see his people, all he wanted to be was back in the kitchen with you.

...

"Hope you like it!" You placed several plates in front of them as they smiled, thanking you

"Y/N, ven a comer con nosotros!" (Come eat with us!) Fernando said as you slowly shook your head

"You're having a family lunch, sir" You said "Besides, gotta keep working"

"None of that, I'm your boss and we're all family here. Take a little break, young lady" You smiled

"Venga, Y/N" Rosy says "Que es más, el fin de semana vamos a la playa, estás más que invitada a venir" (Even better, we're going to the beach this weekend, you're more than invited to come with us)

"Yes, she will be coming" Pedro replied before you could "Tengo que seguir conociendo a la increíble Y/L/N" (I have to keep knowing more about the incredible Y/L/N)

"You guys will end up bored of me"

"Nunca" (Never) The four of them said as you smile blushing

...

"¡Hostias!" You all laughed at Fer who fell and incidentally, a wooden stake was embedded in his foot. He limped towards Rosy who pulled it out as he yelled a femenine "¡Ay!"

"Told you to be careful!" Rosy said as you kept on laughing

"Y/N, how you learned to cook?" Pedro said taking to his mouth another croquette that you made "They're delicious!" You smile

"I've always loved it since I was a little girl" You smiled "My older brother was sick and my mom was doing this soup and I love that annoying guy so much I didn't liked seeing him down" They laughed

"...so I wanted to help and I started stirring and chopping some things with her help, of course. I didn't played a single thing but she said that I did and once my brother ate it, he started feeling better and I guess-" you lift your shoulders "I liked the feeling of him being healthy and happy for something I "helped" doing, I started to help her more and more, they played it off like I used to do everything until I did learned"

"I started cooking for real, I keep on loving it and I guess I combined my mom's, my grandma's cooking and I added to the mix my own stuffs, like throwing a bit of what seemed it could go good with to whatever I was doing" they laughed "I fell for this world"

"That's nice" You smile at Pedro nodding

"And you do amazing" Fernando said as you blush

"And of course, I'm mixing Rosy's and Candelaria's techniques and recipes into the mix as well" You laugh

"Oye, debes de darme la receta de ese pescado que haces" (You need to give me the recipe of the fish dish you do) Fer says "Little man here has this diet-that he's currently breaking at the moment with the amount of croquettes he has consumed" You laugh and Pedro lifts his shoulders

"¡Están buenísimas, hombre!" (They're so good, man!)

"Stop doing that, you will not get any muscles from it!"

"Yes, please, stop. I don't want to be the culprit of that happening" You said slowly taking the plate out of his hold

"Hey, hey, hey!" Pedro chanted going forward and grabbing three croquettes more "I will lose these" He says as you laugh

"Anyways" Fer keeps talking "He has to eat almost everyday fish and I keep thinking of the tastes it had and everything but I can't do it, it doesn't come nicely as yours... I need to know it!" You smile nodding

"Text me later and I will send it to you" You said grabbing a croquette "Ingredients and preparation"

"Ok, I'll try doing it and I'll text you how it goes"

"Or we can met up and do it?" Pedro proposed

"That also sounds good, that way I can see if you're doing something wrong" You smiled at Fer

"I already have this week busy with a few friends"

"I can go" Pedro said

"You don't know how to cook"

"Pero puedo aprender" (But I can learn) Fer was about to talk but Pedro interrupted him "It's done!" He turned to look at you "When are you free?"

"Sunday after 2pm and Wednesday"

"I'll be there on Sunday"

"Where will you be at if we haven't said anything from a place?" You smirked

"Well, we can meet up here in the beach and then we'll go anywhere for you to teach me how to do that fish dish" You nod "And then, we can go out if you'd like" You raised your eyebrows

"Go out?"

"Yes, you and I, go out" You duck your lips thinking. You only have four days knowing this guy but he wasn't joking around, subtly flirting with you any chance he gets.

And you won't lie and say you didn't find him attractive at all because, he was; in fact, you were flirting back most of the times.

"But that sounds like a date"

"It can be if you want to" You blush and smile widely, his parents were here and listening to the whole thing.

This boy.

"Oye, que no sé si sea buena idea salir con el hijo de tus jefes" (Hey, I don't think it's a good idea going out with your bosses son)

"Oh, que no te preocupéis por nosotros dos" (Oh, don't you worry about us two) Fernando spoke "We'll be more than happy if you date our son"

"Que ya eres parte de la familia, Y/N" Rosy says smiling

"¿Ves?" (See?) Fer jokes as you all laugh

"¿Y?" (And?) Pedro asks with a smile on as you slowly nod

"Pues... al parecer tendremos una cita" (Well, it seems like we'll have a date) You smiled back at him

"Y aprovechamos el miércoles para la segunda también" (and we take advantage of Wednesday for the second one too) You smirked

"Pero, ¿Y a ti quién te dijo que tendremos una segunda cita?" (But, who told you we'll have a second date?) He smirked winking at you

"Bonita, perderás la cuenta de las tantas citas tendremos en el futuro. You'll see" (Pretty girl, you'll lose count of the many dates we'll have in the future)

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[michelleleewise]

Eeeee I got so excited to see your asks are open again! ❤ because it's valentines, could I request something where the reader has been super unlucky in love, never been someone's valentine, never been kissed, never felt desired, so always felt really sad and left out especially on valentines with all the couples and romantic ads on TV. Even though she's certain she'll be rejected and that Loki won't feel the same, she's faces the hurt of rejection and gets him a card and chocolates and maybe a cheesy valentines teddy bear anyway, because she doesn't want him to feel left out on the holiday the same way she's felt left out all her life 🥺 (he of course likes her too, though 👀)

Keep up the amazing fics ❤❤❤ you're wonderful 🫶

Aaaahhhh!!!!! Thank you so much!!!! I'm so glad you sent this to me and I hope I do it justice for you!! And as always thank you so much for all the love and support!!! It means more then you know!!! 🥰💚

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Chocolate Hearts

Pairing: Avenger Loki x assistant reader

Warnings: self deprecating thoughts, slight depression, sadness, teeny bit of angst....and fluff!!!!

Summary: you've always spent valentines day alone, always the the forgotten one. Until this year you realize you aren't alone.....

A/n- graphics by @harlequin-hangout. This turned out way longer then I first anticipated....lol oops!! Hehe

You ran through your list, making sure you had everything as you headed to the checkout "who needs that many pop tarts." You huffed, tucking the list away pulling out the black credit card Stark had given you. Being the teams official errand runner was interesting to say the least, but getting to know everyone was definitely worth it. Your shy nature had always made it hard for you to make friends growing up, but they welcomed you with open arms. Bonding quickly with wanda and Nat they became two of your closest friends. And when the Asgardian brothers joined the team, you couldn't help smile at Thor's always positive attitude, and as far as Loki went...well that was another story....you absolutely didn't have a crush on him....no way.

As you stood in line you glanced at the magazines "How to do Valentine's on a Budget" in bold letters across one "How to Drive Him Crazy" on another making you groan. You always disliked this time of year, the hearts...the flowers...boxed chocolates as far as the eye could see. Shifting your attention forward as the line moved you saw a young couple holding hands as they kissed. You would give anything to know what that was like. You'd always been awkward when it came to dating, some would even say unlucky. You had managed a few dates here and there in your adult life but definitely nothing spectacular. Your date always ending the night with a handshake and a "see ya around." You'd never even been kissed.

You looked down fidgeting with a box of Thor's pop tarts trying to get your mind off it, but being surrounded by all things love was a blaring reminder that no one loved you, and probably never would. You finally got to the front of the line, quickly checking out you needed out of there. Swiping your card you loaded everything into the cart and headed out to your car, you phone ringing as you shut the trunk, pulling it out seeing an unknown number calling you making you furrow your eyebrows "hello?" You asked "h..ello...y/n can you hear me?" He asked loudly "yes, I can hear you, who is this?" You laughed holding the phone out "excellent, this is Loki, Thor showed me how to make calls on this odd device." He said "oh ok, hi... did you umm need anything?" You asked biting your lip. "Ah, yes I was wondering if I could ask you something?" He asked making your heart race "umm yeah sure, what's up?" You asked.

"Well dear, I was wondering...if it isn't too much trouble." He said making your smile "yes Loki?" You urged, crossing your fingers "could you grab me some of that green tea you got last time? I quite liked it." He said as your heart sank into your stomach. "Oh...y..yeah sure." You said looking down "Thank you y/n. I very much appreciate it." He said "sure, no problem." You said hanging up. "Stupid...why would he ask you out..." you said to yourself walking back into the store. You made it back out to the car, tossing the bag in with the others you got in, looking at the people coming out, flowers and heart shaped balloons in hand. You sighed starting your car wishing this holiday would hurry and be over.

You made it back to the tower, beginning to unload the trunk when you heard footsteps "ah, lady y/n allow me to assist you." You heard, turning your head seeing Thor smiling at you "Thank you, I appreciate it." You huffed looping some of the bags around your arms "no trouble at all." He said grabbing the last of the bags he closed the trunk following you to the elevator "so, what are your plans for the day of love?" He asked as you rode up "oh, Valentine's day? Nothing." You said looking down "surely not, I'm sure your boyfriend has something planned." He winked making you laugh "I don't have one Thor." You said, wishing the elevator would let you out. "Surely you jest, a pretty girl like you?" He asked turning to face you "ha...yeah ok." You laughed awkwardly, wanting the conversation over "I'm serious y/n, you are.." he was cut off as the doors opened and you rushed out.

You reached the kitchen, hefting the bags on the counter as Thor followed you "you know y/n, if you are free, might I make a suggestion?" He asked smiling at you "look, Thor i..." you were cut off by another voice coming from behind you "Brother, leave the poor girl alone." You turned seeing Loki towering over you "Loki, I was only asking of her plans for this..Valentine's day." Thor said setting the bags on the counter "I'm sure her plans are not your concern." Loki said glaring at him. "It's ok guys, really." You said as they both looked at you, pulling the tea and pop tarts from the bags you slid them to them "ah, thank you dear." Loki smiled picking up the box looking at Thor "how do you eat those?" He asked as Thor ripped the box open "you do not know what your missing." Thor said winking as he walked down the hall.

You sighed, unloading the bags as Loki stepped around you grabbing the kettle "would you care for some dear?" He asked setting the box next to the stove "oh, no thank you." You said, maneuvering around him putting the groceries away. "I apologize for my brother's intrusiveness, he can be quite nosy." Loki said leaning against the counter "oh, it's ok he was just curious." You shrugged gathering the empty bags doing your best not to look directly at him "when is this...valentine's day?" He asked crossing his arms "umm next week actually." You said stuffing the bags under the sink "and it is traditional to buy these silly trinkets for your lover?" He asked "typically yeah, some people go out on dates or buy jewelry or flowers and stuff." You said finally glancing up at him seeing him nod

"and what if, hypothetically you wanted to ask someone to be your lover? What would one do?" He asked, his eyes meeting yours making you shiver "um, honestly I'm not sure. I think just do what you feel? Like, ask them to dinner or a movie or something like that." You said "I think the holiday puts too much pressure on people, just...be yourself." You smiled watching him nod again "who would say no to you." You mumbled under your breath grabbing your things walking around the island "y/n there was something else I wanted to ask you." Loki said making you turn back "yes Loki." You said biting your lip. "I was curious, would you.." he was cut off by Tony walking in "Hey horns, we got a mission so we need to head to the conference room." He said as he walked up to you.

"Hey y/n, could you do me a solid and pick this stuff up for pepper? With the mission I'm afraid I won't have time to do it before next week." He asked smiling handing you a small list "oh...yeah sure, no problem Mr stark." You said pocketing the paper "Tony...please." He laughed walking towards the hall. You looked up seeing Loki straighten and follow Tony "loki, w..what were you gonna say?" You asked fidgeting with your hands "oh, it wasn't important. I'll see you around yes?" He asked smiling "um, yeah....I'll be around." You said, watching him bow slightly before leaving. "Yeah...see ya around" you sighed heading to your office.

You spent the next few days doing your best to isolate yourself in your office. Everytime you got on your phone it was one romantic story after another "we're engaged"..."he asked me out"....to ads for flowers, sappy love commercials all over the TV, you couldn't even walk down the street without billboards reminding you you were alone. Since Tony's favor, almost every single team member had come to your office with a list of items for you to get them for their significant other. The only ones you hadn't seen yet were Thor and Loki, and you prayed to whoever was listening that Loki wouldn't grace your doorway.

You sat at your desk, tapping your pencil off the wood hearing a knock "come in." You said still sifting through everyone's lists "Hello lady y/n. I have come to ask a favor" Thor said as you looked up at him "sure, what's up?" You asked "Well, I have to go on a mission soon and was wondering if you would grab a few things for me for lady jane?" He asked reaching into his pocket. "Oh..yeah sure." You said sitting up "Stark told me to ask since you are doing the same for him." He said holding the paper out. "Yeah I can do that." You said adding his paper to the pile. "I very much appreciate it y/n." He said starting to leave "umm, w..when...do you know when Loki is going to bring me his list?" You asked, regretting the question immediately "my brother has never been one to participate in holidays. He tends to keep to himself mostly." Thor said turning back to you "he's not getting anyone anything?" You asked confused.

"I must admit he does not tell me everything, but since we have arrived here I have yet to see him court anyone." Thor said making you frown "so...he's alone...on valentine's day?" You asked, an idea beginning to form in your mind. "It would seem yes" Thor said sighing "was there anything else you needed y/n?" He asked "no, thank you thor." You smiled, watching him nod as he left, closing the door behind him. You sat back, thinking about what Thor told you. You had spent every valentine's day alone, wallowing in your own misery, but you hated the fact that he might be feeling the same. Alone on a new planet with no one. You grabbed the lists and your wallet, stuffing everything in your pockets you grabbed your keys, locking your office before making your way to the parking garage with a plan.

You walked through the store, making sure everything was checked off of everyone's list you sighed. "Ok, my turn" you said to yourself walking down the aisle filled with hearts and chocolates. "What do you get a thousand year old alien prince?" You asked yourself looking around when your eyes met a cute fluffy teddy bear nestled on the bottom shelf. You crouched down picking him up, he was soft to the touch, and fluffy enough to want to hug with large green eyes that shined in the light with a little smirk sewn on his face "perfect." You said to yourself putting him in the cart as you carried on.

You had noticed based on the shopping lists that Loki had quite the sweet tooth, leaning towards the chocolate covered caramel variety so you picked a decent sized box of assorted chocolates, as well as few caramel filled chocolate bars before heading over to the cards, each one cheesier then the last you picked a "thinking of you" placing it in the cart when you saw a dark green wicker basket nestled near the craft section. Snagging it you couldn't help the smile that spread across your face as you walked up to the checkout. You..for once in your life, were excited about valentine's day.

You sat at the kitchen table, separating everyone's things into separate bags putting their names on them as you pulled out your gifts for Loki. Setting the basket down you placed the teddy bear in the middle, the box of chocolates nestled gently in front of him before adding the chocolate bars when you pulled out the card. "Hey, there you are. I haven't seen you around." You heard Nat making you look up "oh, yeah I've been pretty busy." You said motioning to the bags. "I can see that." She laughed sitting next to you "whose that for?" She asked nodding at the basket "someone." You smiled pulling a pen out of your pocket "wouldn't be someone I know would it?" She asked nudging your arm "I have no idea what your implying." You said feigning indifference. "Hmm. Let's see...green basket...insane amount of chocolate..." She said rubbing her chin "does it begin with an L?" She asked as you glared at her.

Loki was walking down the hall heading towards you office practicing what he was going to say. He had become quite fond of you since he arrived, your kind nature was a balm to his heart. Where others met him with indifference and disdain, you offered him smiles and friendship. And when Thor had come to him telling him you had no suitor, he knew this was his chance to ask the question that had been burning deep inside him, he only hoped you had felt the same. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves when he heard your voice coming from the kitchen, stopping in the hallway when he heard the widow was with you. He knew he shouldn't eavesdrop but he couldn't help his curiosity.

"I can't hide anything from you." You laughed "comes with the job." She shrugged smiling "d..do you think he'll like it?" You asked biting your lip "I think he'll love it, I mean it's chocolate." She said making you laugh "well, I hope so. I'm so...what if..." She cut you off "no, no what if's, your a catch. And if he doesn't see that he's blind." She said nudging your shoulder. "Thanks nat, I just...im not good at this stuff." You sighed looking at the basket "just be yourself and you'll be fine. Trust me, he's a lucky guy." She smiled "now, finish up and go get your man." She said standing up "yes ma'am." You said saluting her making her laugh as she walked towards the hall, loki quickly teleporting to his room before he was seen, his mind running a mile a minute, feeling his heart sink remembering what he heard.

He sat in his chair running a hand through his hair, he was too late...you had found someone. He sighed sitting back looking out the window at the city below "he is a lucky man indeed." He said, as he closed his eyes, wishing he had had the nerve to ask you sooner when he heard a faint sound on the other side of his door, barely audible but just enough for him to know someone was on the other side. He got up, conjuring his dagger he slowly gripped the handle of the door, hearing the sound again he flung the door open being met by your wide eyes staring back at him "y..y/n?" He asked seeing panic etched across your face.

"H..hey Loki i..." you trailed off looking down "i..I didn't mean to disturb you." You said as his eyes traveled down seeing the basket nestled in your arms "I'm sorry..I'll go." You tried rushing off when he gently grabbed your arm "my apologies, I did not mean to scare you my dear." He smiled, the dagger vanishing into thin air as you turned to look at him "would you perhaps like to come in?" He asked waving inside the door "oh i..I don't want to impose, I was just gonna leave this here and go." You said quietly shifting the basket in your arms. "Please, I insist." He said stepping aside as you walked past him. You stood in the middle of the room, looking around you saw daggers displayed along the wall, his large bookshelf that practically took up an entire wall, various paintings hung throughout "wow, this is amazing." You said turning back to him.

"Thank you my dear, please have a seat and tell me what brings you here." He said waving towards the couch. "Well, you see i..." you trailed off sitting down "I was shopping for everyone today and I...I thought maybe..." you trailed off picking at the wicket basket as Loki sat next to you "thought what y/n?" He asked urging you on "Well, see I've never been good at this, and your probably going think it's silly...that im silly." You whispered when you felt his fingers under your chin, gently lifting your head your eyes met his "you are not silly darling, tell me.." he whispered watching you intently "umm..so I got you this." You said handing him the basket, his fingers brushing yours as he grabbed it placing it on his lap "t..the bear reminded me of you." You laughed nervously seeing him smile "he is devilishly handsome isn't he?" Loki asked making you giggle.

"This is very sweet y/n, thank you." He said standing up he carefully placed the bear on his bookshelf before returning to sit next to you "well um I should probably go, I'm sure your probably tired and..." he cut you off holding his hand up as his long fingers picked up the card that was nestled at the bottom. "Oh..y..you don't have to read that now it's ok." You said as your palms began to feel clammy. "But I would like to, if it's ok with you?" He asked. You nodded, closing your eyes preparing for the rejection you knew was coming hearing him open the envelope. "Look, I know.." he cut you off again holding a finger up as his eyes darted back and forth, a smile spreading across his face before he looked up at you "truly y/n? You wish to go to dinner with me?" He asked.

You felt like you heart was about to explode as you wiped your palms on your thighs "if you don't want to it's totally ok, I mean I was just curious If you werent busy, and I wasn't busy and if you were hungry...if you get hungry, that you know..food is always a good choice in that instance and..." you were halted in your incoherent rambling as Loki placed a finger on your lips "I would love to y/n." He smiled. You were sure you had died...your heart had stopped and you were dead "may I ask something y/n?" He asked leaning closer "y...yeah." you stuttered "would it be too forward if I asked to kiss you?" He asks making you freeze "er...um well...you see, i..." you huffed, attempting to regain any composure deciding to just tell him "I've never kissed anyone before." You rushed out watching his eyebrows furrow "you mean to tell me, no one has ever..." he trailed off watching you shake you head.

You watched him set the basket on the table, scooting closer to you his long fingers caressed your cheek, traveling down to your neck while his thumb rubbed small circles along your jaw "may i?" He asked looking deep in your eyes "y..yes." you breathed as he slowly leaned in, his eyes traveling to your lips and back as you closed your eyes, feeling his warm breath fan across your face as he genlty pressed his lips to yours. Tilting his head he deepened the kiss, slowly running his tongue along your bottom lip you parted them, feeling his tongue slide past your lips caressing yours you followed his lead hearing him moan, deciding you never wanted to stop hearing that when he pulled back, biting your lip gently.

"Are you ok y/n?" He asked when you realized you eyes were still closed "y...yes...mmhmm." you said seeing him smile "I must admit something to you." He said running his fingers through your hair "I have wanted to do that since we met." He said seeing your eyes widen "b..but im..and your..." you stuttered hearing him laugh "Darling, you are an incredible woman. I wanted to tell you sooner, but I was afraid you did not feel the same" He said looking down "and I was afraid I had missed my chance this evening when I heard you speaking to romanoff." He said "Loki, I think your incredible too, and I thought you wouldn't feel the same." You said making him laugh "we are both oblivious I see." He said making you laugh "yes, yes we are." You agreed. "Well darling, how would you feel about watching a film and helping me eat this chocolate hmm?" He smiled "I would love that." You said as he leaned forward handing you the remote.

"Happy valentine's day Loki." You said kissing his cheek "happy valentine's day y/n." He said kissing your forehead as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders pulling you into his chest. You closed your eyes taking a deep breath, his cologne invading your senses making you sigh. You snuggled further into him deciding this was your new favorite spot.

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[badsalmonella]

HEY HEY HEY *SLAPS YOUR FACE* WAKE UP!!! I JUST MADE THE MOST INSANE STRING OF DISCOVERIES

-Setting the scene: I can't sleep. I'm rolling around in bed. I'm thinking about Camelot. The musical. As one does. Guys we ALL do this c'mon.

-Man the love triangle dynamics changing from version to version is interestinggg.

-Man the way the show sometimes has some interesting things to say about sexuality but also sometimes wants Nothing to do with sexuality while also having it written in the text is interestinggggg.... I wonder if anyone way smarter than me has ever written a deep dive essay about THAT.

-I'M NOT GETTING ANY SLEEP TONIGHT! TO GOOGLE!

-there actually is something written up about the movie but I think the full thing is behind a paywall siiiigh

-Oh what's this? A very interestingly titled BroadwayWorld forum title about scandalous nudity??? In Camelot????

- Strap in. Go pee before I start the car. This is INSANE.

-So what I stumble upon is a theater company in Massachusetts DEEPLY embroiled in the drama of advising people that their Camelot is GONNA HAVE NUDITY. Drama from 2005 (?) trapped in the amber that is the wonderful world of the internet

- The theater goers of Massachusetts are GOOPED.

- Some of them are also stupid lots of "well if you're adding nudity maybe I'LL ACTUALLY STAY AWAKE TO WATCH CAMELOT😂😂😂😂"

-also "Listen. There has never been sex EVER in Camelot" which ????????

- Like everyone is going in like "WHERE COULD YOU POSSSSSIBLIY PUT NUDITY???" bestie...you can't come up with one educated guess where they might slide that in? "NIMUE??? WILL NIMUE BE TITS OUT?????" "Will Morgan Le Fay be NAKED??? because she lives alONE IN THE FOREST???" y'all.

- Like so so sooo many entries in before someone eNTERTAINS the thought that it could be for a Lance Genny hook up.

-I don't know if this person was referencing another production or THIS MASSACHUSETTS PRODUCTION? They made it unclear. But they mention a staging of Fie on Goodness....where Mordred riles up the knights so much....they take off their shirts????? H eLLO????? ❓❓❓

-A NEW THREAD IS ADDED TO BROADWAYWORLD FORUMS

- A NEW CHALLENGER ENTERS THE RING

-Bro. A full blown RANT from the THEATER COMPANY THEMSELVES

-SO MUCH TO UNPACK HERE.

-What is Talking Broadway and why are you BANNED bestie??? WHAT IS THE TEA WITH THE ADMIN???

- ALSO AND THIS IS THE BIG ONE WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE NUDITY IS IMPLEMENTED VIA A TOPLESS BALLET DANCING UNICORN?????

-WHERE??? WHEN??? HELLO????

-CAMELOT YOU ARE ALREADY AT 3 HOURS NOW WHEN DO YOU HAVE TIME FOR A TITS OUT BALLET????

- it's 4 am. I flex my googling fingers. I'm getting to the bottom of this. I am NOTHING if not MENTALLY ILL ABOUT CAMELOT THE BROADWAY MUSICAL BY LERNER AND LOWE. And by GOD I will document it with GREAT DETAIL for you ALL!

- First of all no I did not find any evidence of what THIS SPECIFIC 2005 BALLET LOOKED LIKE

- But I did figure out where there was a ballet!

- Listen so there are two old men in the forums arguing about how on the OG OG OLD OLD OLD SCHOOL RECORDS FOR CAMELOT??? I guess you can catch some of the cut songs/versions of songs?

-One man insists a number known as "The Persuasion" or "Enchanted Forest Ballet" is on this record

-Other man flexes that he just got OUT his old album and it is not there.

-but either way I have my lead.

-So for those of you not SO DEEP IN THE CAMELOT SAUCE YOU CAN NO LONGER SEE THE SUN This is referring to an OLLDDDD version of the show where Mordred wants to fuck with King Arthur and keep him out of the castle so Lancelot and Genny can get caught treason hugging so what he does is he goes to the forest, finds Morgan Le Fay, convinces her to create a magic forcefield around Arthur while he's out and about so he can't move and he DOES THIS by bribing her with chocolate which works because you see Morgan Le Fay in this version lives in a home made of food BUT NO SWEETS so she can be bribed with chocol----

-yEah so that got written out of the show fast. And for good reason. But here it is if you are curious. I think this is where the unicorn boobies would be featured (yes. Remember this is about nude Camelot in Massachusetts DO NOT LOSE SIGHT OF THE PLOT HERE PEOPLE) also detail for those of you who have seen the bootleg too many times the revival repurposes this tune in the score for Morgan's entrance. NEAT!

-Okay also??? Random detail? Merlin was played by a child because Merlin ages backwards and at the end of the show that child plays Tom of Warwick. Neat

-Have you made it this far??? Are you still here???? I GOT ONE MORE THRILLING TURN FOR YOU ALL GUESS WHO WAS IN THE ENSEMBLE FOR THIS PRODUCTION OF GRITTY NUDITY CAMELOT IN MASSACHUSETTS

-JOSH CHAN!!! FROM CRAZY EX GIRLFRIEND!!!!

-Okay now you have made it to the end. I'm gonna need S O much coffee for work today.

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#Camelot #camelot musical

[amirsirwrites]

Ello! Good morning, afternoon or evening to you :]] Hope you're doing well, if its alright, may I request some headcanons for the mercs, when they're friends with someone who just goes worryingly silent when upset-? What would they do to try and get their pal to say something?

Good morning, afternoon and evening to you too, anon! Sure, ya can. Whipped this up for you as quickly as I could. Enjoy!

Mercs with their friend who's silent when upset ❤️

Requested

Mercs and GN!reader

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Scout : 

It actually takes him quite a decent amount of time before he realises that you've gone really silent. He talks most of the time in your conversations so it's understandable. He immediately gets super worried and asks, "H-Hey, Y/n? You alright, pally?" He'll make several jokes to try and make you laugh and even hug you if you let him. He's very relieved when you start talking again. 

Soldier :

He often asks for your response after his long monologues so when you're quiet after he asks, "Do you understand me, private!?", he gets very protective of you. He'll stay by your side and give anyone who walks by you the 'stink-eye'. In a very gentle tone, he'll ask you, "Who hurt you, Y/n? I'll beat the crap out of 'em." That's actually how he gets you to talk because he'll literally go around the place and attack everyone he thinks hurt you, even if it wasn't a person and you were just feeling sad. 

Pyro :

They love talking to you so they'd notice straight away that you've stopped talking. They'll try to cheer you up by making you flower crowns and smores. They might get a bit overboard with the smores though because of the fire so you'll need to stop them. In the end, they get you to talk when they come up to you with their favourite bedtime story and ask you to read it with their adorable face (Yes, you can tell they're pulling a cute face through their mask.) 

Demoman :

If he's drunk when you're upset, he'll start sobbing into your arms, "Y/n.. Wh- Why won't you talk to me, laddie..! I miss yer voice.." It gets so unbearable that you speak just to get him to stop crying.

If he finds you upset when he's sober, he'll be very gentle with you. Wrapping an arm around your back and stroking it comfortingly while he asks you, "Heya, laddie. What's got you so upset? You can tell me. I won't judge ya." You'll eventually speak to him about what's on your mind and he'll listen. 

Heavy :

He knows all about the 'upset silence'. He also gets quiet when he's sad. He’ll prepare two plates of his favourite sandwich and give one to you. You’ll be sitting down together on the roof of the base, enjoying your meal in calm silence. He won't try to get you to talk but if you decide to, he'll gladly lend a listening ear and give some comforting words if you want. 

Engineer :

He'll recognise right away that you're upset and immediately go in to give you a big hug. You can bet he’ll whip out his guitar and play you a few songs to help you calm down. It might seem out of character for Engie to do this but he’ll also try to get you to laugh by thickening his accent and telling you a few jokes. Overall, he’s very gentle with you. You eventually feel comfortable enough to talk to him.

Medic :

He actually gets really worried and upset himself when you go quiet. He wants to get you to talk again quickly so he says to you, “I’ve recently got some new animal organs and I’m looking to get some patients to test them out on…You know, mein Freund, silence is consent.” That definitely gets you to speak, no one except Heavy would want to be Medic’s patient. He’ll smile and pat your head, “It’s good to hear you talk.” You like his doves a lot so he’ll bring them out so you can give them pats and food. He’s got a weird way of making you talk but it does work.

Sniper : 

When he notices you’ve gone quiet and there are no important missions that day, he’ll bring you along with him to a nearby nature park/forest. It’s quiet and calm there so your mood gets better quite quickly. He’ll lead you to the highest point of the place, set up some chairs and bring out some drinks from his van. You two will sit there, enjoying your drinks together. You’ll start speaking to him once you’ve become really relaxed. The two of you end up chatting until night when you then watch the stars together.

Spy :

He’s not very experienced with cheering people up but he’ll try his best. He’ll bring you to his smoking room, probably the most silent place in base. If you’re up for it, he’ll play some music and dance with you. You’ll end up having a lot of fun and feel better, leading to you speaking to him. He’ll listen to you as he sips on a glass of wine. He’s not one for physical affection so he’ll offer you some words of advice after you tell him why you were upset.

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[nevadas-night-time-novelist]

Oh, speaking of those madcom x knocked up reader, I’ve been meaning to ask… Do you think you could do some with Chopper Dave, Q-Bert and Skinner? You don’t have to ofc just. Asking

Cant be any characters left surely @_@ xD

Dis gon be looooong, get a snack or two, and some water.

Knocked up [Chopper Dave, Q-Bert, Skinner]

CW: AFAB reader, gender neutral, pregnancy warning

Dave

You were lounging on Dave's bed, waiting for him to finish fetching his charge back, a strong grunt with powers unmatched by any. They were highly favoured by all in the building, and your boyfriend shared in that admiration.

Killing time by playing games on your tablet, awaiting your man to ambush him with the news. You'd missed a cycle, and decided to take a test, which sat in the bathroom bin wrapped in toiler paper, cross marked. Positive.

It's not like you'd been actively trying for a child, but you weren't being careful either, let nature take her course and that course was parenthood. The door slid open, and your lover stepped in, beaming when he saw you. "Ello love,"

He removed his hat, placing it on the coat rack before strolling over and giving you a sweet kiss. "hope you 'aven't been too bored waiting for me, pigeon." His love of the sky invaded everything in his life, even his pet names for you, always something to do with birds.

"Hi Davey." You greeted back, nuzzling into his palm. "No, I've been playing GruntCraft. Built some silly things in creative mode. You wanna see?" He took off his jacket, revealing his sweaty t shirt, when he was out of the sky, his jacket cooked him.

"Sure thing, hen." He sat next to you, his hand massaging your back instinctively, his love language being physical touch. His fingertips sent pleasant shivers up your spine.

You shifted your character around and showed off some of the builds, getting a laugh as you showed off your giant wool sheep, with actual sheep inside it's hollow body. "Davey, there's something important I need to tell you."

"Your sheep building skills are baaahhdass. I already know." Dave grinned at you, his suave British charm making your heart flutter. You rolled your eyes and kissed his cheek, he was a goofball and you loved that about him.

"Its important, Dave." He lifted his arm, and you cuddled close into him, his familiar scent calming you down, yet exciting you too. "We're gonna have a baby."

Confusion crossed his features. "You what bird?" His brows knitted together. "That's a daft joke."

"It's not a joke honey. You can check in the bathroom bin, there's a test in there. You and me, we're having a baby." Dave's eyes lit up and he covered your face in kisses, his stubble scratching up your chin.

"We're pregnant? Really? Oh pidge we're gonna have a little aviator! Ach, we can paint their room to look like the sky, hang little planes up, and and-"

"Easy tiger," You laughed, music to his ears. Just when he thought he couldn't possibly fall deeper in love with you, you were going to carry his child. "we've got months to prepare. Besides, what if he or she prefers boat?"

Dave let out a dramatic gasp. "Then they're no child of mine!" He snorted and chuckled, unable to keep his fake shock up for a mere moment.

News quickly spread about your immanent baby, Dave gushing to everyone about his wonderful partner and their soon to be physical form of love for each other.

Bossman seemed to zone out when he talked, nodding along with the occasional "Mmmhmm."

Q-Bert rolled his eyes anytime the subject was brought up. "Are ye actually gonna buy somethin' or are ye jus' gon' waste my time again?"

Skinner was amused, letting him talk freely as much as his heart desired. "It's very rare that babies are even conceived in all of Nevada, let alone one right in this base. I'm sure they'll be a wonderful boost to morale."

None of the chefs gave him the time of day, he wasn't there for guns, so they had no interest.

Doc seemed sceptical to begin with, but would sometimes offer his own advice, having had a hand in Deimos' birth, and raising the little ankle biter. "Best advice I can really offer? Sleep when the baby sleeps. Don't try and sleep regularly, you'll be on baby time until they settle."

The mysterious grunt who seemed to build up the SQ didn't speak to anyone most of the time, would silently listen to Dave going on about anything and everything. "Hey listen, if uh, y'see anything sweet out there, like candy or chocolate, would you mind bringing some back? Pregnancy cravings are a bitch when you don't got much to work with." And faithfully, they'd always end up with something you'd enjoy.

Evenings and nights were blissful for the most part, a snack in hand while Dave talked about his day, interesting things he saw while flying, or a brief rundown of whatever the leader was up to that day. He was always massaging your feet which ached thanks to the added weight, or your tummy so he could hopefully coax a kick out of his little one.

"Does it hurt? When they kick." He perked up one night, hand over your active baby's writhing.

"No, but it's weird. Nice, but weird. At least we know they're healthy." You smiled, and Dave rested his head on your stomach.

"Aye, want nothing more than to have a healthy mite."

"What about yours?"

"Ey?" You poked Dave's gut.

"Your baby, does it kick?"

His cheeks turned red. "Oi! Cheeky bird! Don't insult my love handles. I'll have you know I worked very hard to get this dad bod for you."

Sleeping together was nice, you'd sleep on your side, a pillow between your legs, since it was most comfortable, and Dave would have an arm around your belly, spooning you from behind, keeping you safe in his grasp.

He'd cut back slightly on his drinking, slowly but surely becoming less indulgent on intoxicants to have a good time, enjoying just living in the moment with you, working towards the future.

Decorating the new nursery was a lot of effort too, he'd always work up a sweat painting, decorating, building baby essentials, it helped slim down his figure a little, but he was still plenty squishable and lovable.

He still had a job to do, indebted to the silent boss of the building, always flying them back and forth even if he wanted to hang around the closer your expectant day came. Alas, he was out flying when the action kicked off.

Bossman luckily had been passing by when you called out for help, and he rushed off to get Skinner, who easily picked you up and carried you to his office with care. You cried out for Dave, but he was absent, and Bossman was constantly pacing, calling him over the radio constantly.

"Don't worry, even if Dave isn't here, you're in safe hands." Skinner reassured you, wiping your forehead with a damp cloth.

"Why did he have to go out today?" You sobbed, this was scary, you had to face this alone, and he promised he'd be here for you. But he wasn't. "I hate him!"

Skinner nodded to his nurse, who took over caring for you while be busied himself at your other end. "You don't hate him, you're just upset he's not here." The nurse was kind, he was doing his best to soothe you. "I'm sure he's on his way as soon as possible."

Hours later, the door slid open, and Dave came running in. "PIGEON!" He yelled, running to your side. "I'm so sorry, boss wanted a lift to the otherside of Nevada and I-I I'm sorry!" He was crying, clearly upset about not being here the whole time.

"You're here now at least." You took Dave's hand. "You're here for the worst of it." He didn't leave your side, even as you crushed his hand. Eventually, you successfully delivered a baby girl, which Dave had insisted on naming Ava.

Q-Bert

You and Q-Bert weren't dating, more of a situationship. Both had urges, and could help each other out, and that worked fine. Until it didn't.

He was at his usual post, chewing tobacco behind his shop, legs crossed and propped on his desk, arms folded behind his head. You stepped up to his space, and he lifted his head, shadows cast over his eyes.

"Alright lovely?" Bert greeted you with a grin, his brown stained teeth coated in fresh poison. His accent was intoxicating, everything about him was. From a foreign land, with a strange voice and weird customs, like .... Haggis.

"Hope you've brought your wallet, 'coz I ain't able to scratch yer itches right now, as nice as the break would be. Mmmhh, actually, scratch that. Maybe if yer wantin' somethin' quick."

"Not right now, Bert. There's uh, a slight issue with our... thing." You felt flustered, even when he was being a perverted bastard, it was still charming. Bert spat his chew into the bin to his left and sighed.

"Yer callin' it off? Guess I should'a seen it comin'." His lip stuck out, he'd have to find someone else to bunk with now, which was gonna suck. But of course a pretty thing like you would move on and find someone willing to commit with them. He knew he couldn't, and he'd told you that. Commitment issues, never one to settle down.

"No, hear me out Bert." Rip off the bandaid. "I'm pregnant, and you're the father." That made him freeze up.

"Ye... yer sure about that?" You nodded to him, throwing your positive test onto his desk. "...'Ow do I know it's my wee bairn?"

He was starting to get under your skin. "You think I've been getting cosy with the other guys? Really? You think that I'm like that?"

Q-Bert got to his feet, raising his hands. "Nay 'course not. I just.. Shit.. Look I've had a few flames who pulled a stunt like this, they were lying just tae get tae me money."

"I don't give a fuck about the money!" You snapped at him. "I thought you knew that." Turning you back to him, you heaved out a sigh. "Look, I can do this myself if you don't want a part in it. Bossman, Skinner and Doc will be more than happy to help." As you began to head back to your room, arms wrapped around your middle.

"Nae, don' go. I'm sorry. A've been fucked over a lot in life, orite? Gettin' close to people ain't really been ma thing. But you, fuck, a've let a few of me walls down fer you. I canne promise you commitment, that's a big ask and I canne agree, but I'll do everything I can to keep you an' our wee bairn in good hands."

As previously stated, Bert isn't a good support system, unless you directly tell him what you need. He doesn't take hints well, but you can tell he's trying his best. "Ye look like ye could use a drink."

"I can't drink while pregnant, remember?"

"Oh.. right yeh." Bert would visit your quarters more often, bringing snacks he'd gotten in exchange for a few favours. His profits were biting a little, but a few bullets in exchange for your favourite candy was a worthy sacrifice. "Look, I got some of yer favourite crisps."

You graciously accepted his offerings, feeling like a dragon atop a snack hoard while your knight added to your pile.

Even when he was behind the desk, he'd have time for you. You could have the comfiest chair in his little room, or if he was laying back and lounging, you could cuddle into him, he'd rub your aching back and hips. Even as you got heavier, he didn't complain too much, just adjusting himself slightly to deal with the baby weight.

Sometimes he'd invite you back to his room to sleep next to him, missing the company. Despite saying he'd probably find someone else to share his time with, he didn't.

Other times you'd fall asleep alone in your bed, and wake up to his arms around you, his face buried into your back, hair, or shoulder. The distance between you and him made his heart ache, as much as he hated to admit it. He'd grown too fond of you, and he felt insecure, worried that something would ruin this piece of happiness he'd come to enjoy.

But... the pain never came.

With you, god with you he felt secure. He felt safe. And for the first time, in a long, long time, he felt genuinely happy. Of course you were different, you were carrying his baby for christ-sake. You'd sheltered and protected him, loved him like no other, and he finally opened his eyes to the fact.

One night you were laying in bed, and he entered, expecting you to be asleep as usual as he settled next to you. "Och..." His hand grazed your arm, softly and sweetly. "I love you so much." His stubble scratched your cheek as he kissed it.

"I love you too Bert." You mumbled tiredly, and he froze.

"Yer... awake?" You let out a noise of confirmation, and his face turned beet red, but it was thankfully masked by the darkness. "I.. dunno what tae say."

"Nothing, I'm tired and want to sleep, we can talk about it tomorrow, okay?" You carefully rolled over, facing him, seeing his expression soften in the dim light of the room.

"Alright love," He leaned in, kissing you tenderly, a hint of minty mouthwash on his lips.

It was another day in his office, lounging on him while he stroked your hair, chewing his tobacco and humming away when something ran down your legs. "Did ye just piss on me?" Q-Bert looked mortified. "If ye needed tae go ye shoulda said!"

"No, that's... You need to go get Skinner." The walk around the base would've been too much for your tired legs, so it was easier, and safer, to have the big doc carry you around.

Skinner suggested an epidural, which you decided to take. It hurt like hell to start with, but he swore it would make delivery easier for you. After hours and hours of body straining work, the G3 proudly announced. "It's a boy! And a chubby one too! Look at his fat little face!"

You looked at Bert, face sweaty and flush. "Magnum it is then." He'd asked you if you'd consider naming the child after a gun, which ... was weird but hey, why not.

Laying with a now settled newborn in your arms, Bert leaning over the bed to rub his cheek softly. "I'm gonna need tae get a beby holster."

Skinner

It started a few months ago, your favourite doctor snuggling you into the crook of his arm as you prepared to sleep, him absentmindedly scrolling down his social feed until something caught his interest.

"Hmm.. Seems an old friend of mine birthed a child recently." You were nearly in dreamland, his sudden voice waking you up slightly.

"Really? Interesting." You yawned, not out of disinterest, but pure exhaustion.

"What's even more intriguing is the fact she's a G3, like me. And her partner is just a normal grunt. It would seem my kind is capable of producing offspring after all. Curious." Sitting up slightly, you glanced at his screen, seeing a proud looking G3 with a baby in her arms, her partner equally as delighted with their little hybrid baby.

By all accounts, it was just like any other baby grunt, tiny enough in size, the only large feature from their mother they currently possessed were the thick, long eyelashes. "Drs. Eleanor Porter and Malicious Magnificent welcome their newest family member.. Proving once again life overcomes all in Eden.

Porter and I used to study together, both preferring to aid the hurt instead of shed blood like our other G3s. I'm glad she's doing well." Skinner's eyes lingered on the child, the beaming smiles on the tiny family's faces.

"Do.. you want a baby?" He looked at you, his smile carved permanently into his features. To some, G3s were Frankenstein monsters, to others their defining features made them more beautiful.

His massive hand cupped your cheek, eyes softening. "With you? Of course. I could think of nothing greater than being the one who gets to create a life with you."

"C'mere beautiful," You held his face in your hands too, giving him a loving kiss on his teeth. "you're gonna be the best dad."

Skinner set his tablet down, getting comfortable next to you. "We're going to have to closely monitor your heat cycles, picking out the best time to....Procreate." He was incredibly embarrassed about it, being posh and prudish was by default built into G3s.

A few months of trying and you could now share the happy news. "Hey smiles," You wandered into medbay, seeing him rummaging around in his new supplies.

"Hello dear!" He set the box down, coming over to greet you with a hug and a kiss, his usual greeting to you. "I got some new bits from our friends, something you might like!" He took your hand and guided you over, pulling out prenatal vitamins. "It took a while to find these, but I managed to strike a deal with an Employer, and she helped me out."

"An Employer? Honey, are you sure you know what you're getting into? They're... Not the best people." You wondered what this had cost him.

"This one is! Dreamer is a compassionate one, I told her about our dreams and she offered to help."

You knew vaguely of the Dreamer, the sandman of Nevada, one who walks in dreams. "No strings attached?"

"None! She's very nice, if you make the effort to seek her out. But it is a lot of effort, let me tell you that."

You got on your tiptoes and kissed Skinner. "Okay, I trust you. I guess I should start taking these now, right?"

"Hmm? Oooh!" Skinner looked excited. "Are you-?"

"Yes!" He picked you up in his arms and spun you around, his face glowing with pride.

"We're having a baby!!" He stopped spinning and nuzzled his face into your neck. "Oh, boy, girl? Both? There's so much to cover! At least I get to do this with you, my other half, my better half. You're in good medical hands, only the very best for my sweet partner."

Being with him was a breeze, everyone loved the medic and his partner, and would lend a hand at any chance to either of you. Bossman agreed to paint the nursery, going with a yellow theme since it's a rare colour out in the world, and it's gender neutral. Plus he has a box of rubber ducks he can use for more decor

A few old crates from Q-Bert with a little TLC made a stable crib, stuffed with anything soft the team could find, from pillows, to blankets, to stuffed toys. This baby was going to have the whole base lending a hand to raise it, a sense of community and duty falling on everyone.

Skinner made sure to get you into his office routinely, checking up on both you and baby, quivering with excitement every time. "I think it's about time we can use the ultrasound machine to have a good look at our little one!" He was an excited puppy, eagerly patting the medical bed while pulling the machine over.

"This will be cold, fair warning." Your stomach chilled as he carefully applied the gel, and the two of you looked to the screen as he guided the device over your womb, catching sight of a little figure wriggling around inside.

"Oh my, so tiny." You smiled sweetly, seeing the budding life inside of you for the first time. "Half of you, half of me, all perfect." Skinner put the device down and kissed you tenderly.

"All the perfection comes from you, my dearest." You interlaced your fingers with his, his massive hands making yours look tiny by comparison.

"Nope, you're a perfect man, you were built to be perfect." You kissed him back, giggling slightly as his eyes widened before closing, he leaned into you and let out a content sigh.

"Have I ever told you how much I love you?" Skinner's eyes were half lidded, he was maddeningly in love.

"A few times, here and there." You joked, this man told you daily of his affections, how you were absolutely everything to him.

Months flew by, your expected date drawing closer and closer, all while doted on your massive man. There was nothing in this world he wouldn't do, foot rubs, pregnancy cravings, massages, holding your hair as your body went through morning sickness. Sweet butterfly kisses on your belly, music to help stimulate your daughter, time spent cuddling up and talking to the little one... Who was getting rather big.

"I think she's growing a bit too much, don't you?" You looked mildly concerned at your latest ultrasound, and down to your stomach. "What if she's getting your genes? How am I gonna deliver a massive baby?"

"Well... I suppose. She is sizeable, I could induce you, she's a little early for sure, but we have the means to support her if she is." Skinner tapped his chin. "Entirely depends on what you think is best for you two.

I could also perform a C-section, which would negate the need for a natural delivery with such a huge baby. That would put you out of action for at least six weeks however. It's quite a burden on your body. But equally, I suppose the natural route could do that too."

"I think... Induction would be easiest. Do you think we could maybe.. do it sooner rather than later? Like... Today? I'm just worried if she gets any bigger, it's really going to do a lot of damage to my body."

"T-today? I'll have to call my nurse in, but yes, I could do, if that's what you want." Skinner kissed your cheek. "I promise you dear, I'm going to do everything to make this easy for you."

Skinner made sure you were well medicated though an epidural, he was careful and considerate, as he promised he would be. Delivery was slow, making you weak and exhausted, but eventually, your baby girl was welcomed to the world.

As expected, she was a large baby, tiny claws at the end of her fingers, a tuft of grey hair already forming on her head, she had a set of lungs on her, wailing out for the base to hear.

A darkness came from the corner, an Employer taking shape, had you not been so numb and sore, you'd have freaked out. Purple eyes full of stars formed, and a soothing voice rolled out. "You've done well, I'm proud of you." She was ethereal, almost made of smoke, body gliding over the tile floor.

Carefully Dreamer laid a hand over your forehead, and at once you felt relief and relaxed. "I figured it only right to visit my gift to you, life is truly precious, especially at such a tender time" She turned to Skinner. "Take care of them, I know it doesn't need saying to you, but, all the same." And she was gone.

In that time, your baby had stopped crying, still in her father's arms, swaddled safely in a purple star covered blanket, and he handed her to you. "She's happy, she's healthy, she's absolutely everything I'd hoped for. My darling, there's nothing else in this world I could ask for."

"How about... we call her Celestial?" You smiled with tired eyes and Skinner kissed you.

"Blessed by the dream-weaver, I see no other name befitting of such a wonderful infant, gifted by the stars above." And baby Celeste was truly a blessing.

#okay its done this is the last one guys lmao #even if yall ask for more i really aint got it in me to keep going #i've done just about every character and my ass is NOT doing the hotdog vendor #chopper dave #q bert #quatermaster bert #skinner #skinner md #chopper dave x reader #q bert x reader #skinner x reader #madcom #madcom reader insert #mpn #madness combat #madness project nexus #oc dreamer #yeah i shoved my gal in the last one bcs i can #anyway collapses into a heap and emits a cloud of spores #x gon deliver to ya

[hotforharrysheart]

2. Her Birthday Was Naughty

Harry smiles at you as the airplane wheels hit the runway. He can just tell by the peaceful look on your face that you were in a space of pure delight just being this close to the pink cottage. Your expressive smile and gentle tug on his arm tell him this was by far your happy place. Truth be told, he couldn’t imagine not having this little bubble you had here to escape to. It was your own version of paradise. He spots Ron standing next to the Range Rover waiting for you and as the stairs lower Helen steps out with a beautiful lavender Hydrangea bouquet and the biggest smile ever.

“Look, H, Helen came this time!” You say pointing out the door and stepping on the first step. Harry just grins and watches you skip down the stairs.

“Well, ‘ello there birthday girl!” Helen calls out throwing her arms around you.

“Hi Helen, I’m so happy to see you!” You say returning her tight hug. Harry and Ron shake hands and greet.

“Happy birthday, darlin’,” Ron grins kissing both of your cheeks while Helen does the same to Harry.

“We were wondering if you kids would mind giving us an hour of your time and let us take you to Marcy’s for brunch? She puts out an incredible spread this time of day.” Helen says with one arm around Harry’s waist.

“You told her!” You say to Harry.

He chuckles. “She asked me. Had ta.”

“That sounds like a yes then,” Ron says, pulling you in for a hug.

You pile into the car and head to Marcy’s. Helen wasn’t lying…Marcy knew how to brunch. Over brunch you all talked, laughed and got caught up on all the local gossip. Harry and Ron talked about Ron’s latest woodworking project and you and Helen talked about some decorating changes you’d like to make to the cottage.

You were stuffed with all your favorite brunch foods as you decided to walk back to the cottage. Ron and Helen wanted to make a quick stop to top off the gas tank and you and Harry decided to take a slow walk over to the cottage.

You’re walking with Harry, his hand holding yours, you’re leaning into his arm, and he kisses the top of your head as you walk. “Love ya, hope ya know tha’,” Harry says as you’re steps away from the front door.

“Mmmm…love you too.”

He kisses you quickly. Walking up the cobblestones to the pink door you notice that Ron and Helen have already arrived. Harry bypasses the door and takes you around to the back deck. You look at him with a raised eyebrow, “Where are we going, H?”

“Have another present fo’ ya. This is from Ron and Helen.” You turn the corner of the cottage to see them standing next to the parked Range Rover.

You turn to walk to them. “You didn’t have to do that! Thank you! I know I’ll love it!” You tell them, kissing both of them on their cheeks.

Harry chuckles. “Close ya eyes.”

You do and he leads you one side of the deck and says, “Open.”

You open your eyes and there’s a beautiful handmade porch swing. It’s made of stripped oak logs and is a study in the beautiful craftmanship. Stained and varnished, the wood shines with gorgeous long grains of rich browns and red browns.

Tears fill your eyes. “I love it,” you say, your hands moving over the wood. “It’s just incredible.”

“Tha’ is a native broadleaved species of oak from woodlands in Herefordshire,” Ron says proudly, “Fine sturdy wood, it’ll last yer lifetime.”

“I’m speechless, Ron…just speechless…,” you say walking back to him to throw your arms around his neck. “I’ve never had someone gift me something they made for me.”

Harry looks on with a soft smile and a thankful expression on his face. The Chapmans are truly two of the loveliest people he has ever known and he’s so happy to have met them. More importantly he’s so thankful to have people he trusts implicitly with both his and your lives.

“Well darlin’ yer welcome, but ‘elen here has somethin’ pretty fo’ ya too.”

Helen pulls another box from behind the swing. “I made this.”

The tears spill over as you untie the red bow on a beautiful brown paper wrapped box. Inside wrapped in soft white tissue is a beautiful hand knitted pink blanket. “Oh my god, Helen, this is so beautiful. It must’ve taken hours to make. Thank you so much!”

You reach for her to hug her tight and then move to Ron and hug him again. You stand in front of Harry and bury your head in his chest. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.”

He kisses your head.

“Everything’s in order, Harry but if you have any problems, you can call me.”

Harry nods.

“C‘mon, Ron let’s go home. Let them get settled.”

“Ok, but there’s the matter…”

“Which you can tell him about later,” Helen says, pulling on his arm.

Harry is trying to keep a straight face but he’s so amused at this whole situation.

“We’ll see you tomorrow, darling. C’mon Ron!”

“Thank you both so much,” you say softly.

Ron looks like he wants to say more but he gives up and lets Helen drag him from the cottage.

Harry laughs as they’re leaving shaking his head. Helen doesn’t miss anything.

He has his arm around your shoulder and you both wave as they’re walking away. Bennett comes running up to greet them.

“Aww, there’s Bennett,” you say softly.

Harry looks down and smiles at you, “Don’ worry, I’ll make sure we get to see him and Thomasina befo’ we head back.”

You return the smile and add a gentle kiss to his lips. “Thank you so much Harry. You have done so much for me and I don’t know what I can ever do for you that will ever compare,” you lay your head on his shoulder, “you’re so easy to love, H, and it’s so hard for me when I realize that…I can’t give back to you in the same way you give to me.”

He pulls your chin up to meet your eyes, “baby, I have no illusions ‘bout wha’ I can do wi’ my money, it’s a gift to get ta do wha’ I love an’ be so fortunate at it, but ‘m just Harry, I don’ wan’ or need anything from ya other than wha’ we are together. So, please, don’ think I wan’ anything more than you, you are my most precious fortune. ‘M in love with ya.”

A tear rolls down your face. “Thank you, its been on my mind for a while now and I didn’t know how to talk to you about it.”

“Sweet’eart ya can tell me anythin’ tha’s on ya mind, yeah? Please don’ let things bother ya when we can jus’ talk ‘bout it.”

You nod your head. “Let’s go in Harry…let’s go into our cottage, please?”

On the inside there are jars of the Hydrangeas you love so much all around and in the kitchen you find a beautiful card from Helen telling you to check the fridge for a special treat. Inside is a delicious looking cheesecake with a twirl of lemon on top. You groan and Harry gives you a raised eyebrow look. “Wha’s got ya so excited in tha fridge, babe?” He says, voice laced with a touch of jealousy.

You swipe your finger in the middle and pop the cream in your mouth. “Mmmm….Lemon cheesecake…oh god it’s so good,” you say licking your finger. You swipe another fingerful and hold it out to him. He promptly pops his tongue out and sucks your finger into his warm mouth. “Mmmm… so good…” he moans.

“I know right, so fresh,” you mention pulling your finger back.

“I know and the cream is pretty good too,” he teases leaning down to lick your lips.

And just like that, the energy in the kitchen shifts. He moves closer to you and slants his lips over yours. He presses soft, open-mouthed kisses to your lips.

“Mmmm…” you moan against his lips. He smiles against your lips.

“Ya ‘no, interestingly ‘nough, tha porch swing isn’t tha only swing ya got fo’ ya birthday.”

You pull back, eyes wide. “It came in? I wanna see it! C’mon!”

He chuckles, shaking his head. Damn, I love that she loves sex, he thinks.

He follows you up the stairs. You’re already in the closet and looking for the lever. He comes up behind you, taking your hand, and places your hand on the lever. The faux door opens and you walk through it quickly and then you’re in the pink room looking around. Then you see it…a bright pink swing in the far corner. You can feel a shot of arousal shoot through your body. Just the thought of him fucking you in that swing turns you on more than you thought it would. You’re looking at it in awe.

Harry comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you. “D’ya like it?”

“Yes…I like it very much,” you say swaying with him slightly

Kissing just below your ear he whispers, “Ya picturing us using it?”

“Yes,” you say breathily.

“C’mere,” he says turning you around and kissing you; his hands go to the hem of your hoodie. He lifts it up and you break apart long enough to take it off. You tug at his hoodie and he steps back and pulls it off. Your hands automatically go to his chest and you run your hands over his pecks. He feels so good. He pulls you back to him and kisses you again, his tongue sliding into your mouth as you open for him. He picks you up and lays you down on the bed and the smell of leather hits you immediately.

“Mmmmm…” you moan.

He kisses you again, tongue tangling with yours, pelvis pressed to yours, rubbing against you. He pulls back and pushes his joggers down his legs and off, then reaches for the waistband of your leggings, pulling them down.

You sigh as he settles back over you. It always feels so good to be skin to skin with him. He kisses you again. Like he can’t get enough of your mouth. You moan into his mouth. His hands slide to your breasts, cupping them, thumbing your nipples into hard points before his fingers pull at them hard the way you like it. You moan into his mouth again.

“God, I just…I can’t get enough of ya…I wan’ ya all the time,” he says, kissing down your neck to your breasts. He sucks your nipple into his mouth, and you cry out when he bites down just right.

“Want you all the time too…” you mutter threading your fingers in his hair.

“Yeah? God, ya smell s’good.” He says, lips moving down your stomach. “Why d’ya smell s’good?”

Your hands fist his curls. Your body is thrumming with anticipation of his mouth on you.

He pushes your legs up and just looks at you. He runs his finger down your slit. “Ya s’wet fo’ me already…fuck…”

You moan out as he trails his finger over your clit.

“I wan’ ya ta sit this pussy on my face.”

“What?” You jerk your head up.

“Switch places. Wan’ ya on my face.”

You moan out. “Ok,” you breathe out and move so he can lay down. He gets situated and you straddle him and he pulls you up his chest, until your hovering over his face.

“Know ya love it like this,” he mumbles, accent thick and voice low.

You shiver from the vibrations of his voice. “Mmmm…it’s s’good.”

He yanks you closer and then his tongue is licking up your slit and you grip the headboard as he sucks your clit in his mouth.

Everything is heightened this way. You don’t think you’ll ever get tired of him taking you like this.

Your legs are shaking and you’re panting above him. He releases your clit and goes back to licking your clit with the point of his tongue. “Ahhhh….”

He stops long enough to say, “Ya close baby?”

You nod, letting a shuddering breath out.

He latches back into your clit, hollowing his cheeks, tongue working your clit.

“Haaahhhhh….fuck!” And then you’re orgasm hits hard, knuckles white on the headboard, head thrown back and legs shaking around his head.

You move off him and lay down next to him, panting.

He rolls over and kisses you sloppily and ruts his pelvis into your hip. “Put me in the swing, Harry. Take me in the swing.”

He smiles. “Yeah?”

You nod. “Please.”

“Ok, baby, can ya hold on fo’ a second first?” he says rubbing his nose on yours and placing a gentle kiss to your lips.

He gets up and walks stark naked to the table by the door to grab his phone, a few seconds later a deep, sensual thrum of music surrounds you. “Had a sound system installed as well,” he says meeting your eyes. His stare stays on you laying there knees bent but perched to one side. “Speakers are up there,” he says pointing up.

You close your eyes and listen to the slow deep bass coming through the speakers.

“Open ya eyes, love look up an’ see wha’ I see… so fuckin’ beautiful.”

You open your eyes and see your reflection above you in the ornate mirror. You raise your arms above your head and stretch your body out like a cat.

Harry hasn’t left where he’s standing, he’s watching you see yourself and blood surges through his already hard as steel cock.

You look down your body and crook your finger to him, bidding him to come to you.

He walks over, leans down, his hands on the bed and murmurs, “Come on, baby, let’s give this love swing a try, yeah?”

You nod sitting up and scooting off the bed. You’re a little unstable after the intense orgasm, so Harry, although smirking, helps you get steady feet, “Ok?”

You nod again and he says, “baby, remember, I need words in here, yeah?”

“Yes Harry, I’m Ok,” you say looking through your eyelashes.

You take the steps to the corner where the swing is and see where the seat part is attached. He puts his hands on your bottom and says, “Jump”

You jump up and lifts you in the seat. Next you work together to get the straps under your knees and into the foot straps. You slowly lean back against the seat back, your legs suspended with slightly bent knees. The swing sways and starts to twirl.

“Nope, stay right here with me,” he says to the swing smiling at you.

You smile back and swing open your legs. You scoot down in the seat a little and it leave part of your bum hanging off. It’s incredible how the swing cradles your back softly.

Harry stands between your spread legs. “How’s it feel?” He asks looking you up and down.

“Strangely comfortable and like I’m floating, but completely supported,” you say breathlessly. You moan and close your eyes, “My pussy is wide open and the air is cool.”

“Fuck, so sexy,” he says running his hands up your inner thighs. Trying out the swinging aspect, he pushes and pulls you back and forth slowly. “Jesus, can move ya anyway I wan’. Tell me ya love this as much as I do?” He says searching your eyes.

“It’s so open and I feel so… Ahhh…,” you cry out as he runs his finger down your wet slit. “Oh my God Harry!”

“How’s this?” He asks softly before circling your clit then pushing his middle and ring fingers inside you. With his other hand he swings the swing slightly enough to move you on and off on his fingers.

You lay your head back, hair hanging down with a slack jaw, “Shit, Harry the swaying… the music…can feel it everywhere.”

He can’t take his eyes off you. “So fuckin’ sexy…how about this, babe?” He turns his hand just right and curls his fingers and sways the swing so his fingers are running along your g-spot. “Tha’ our spot?” He asks then places his hand on your quivering tummy applying light pressure and pushing you back and forth on the swing with his fingers inside you.

“Don’t stop….it’s so good.” You roll your head with a sloppy smile on your face, you have left time and space, there’s only you and Harry and the feeling running through your body. It’s arousal, but…it’s more than that…it’s love from the one who wants to show you his devotion by pleasuring your body. It’s a pure love from the one who seeks to bring the deepest pleasure you can ever feel. The worship of your whole body and soul through pleasure. This love you have together is a living and breathing manifestation of how you feel for each other. And your exploration and play breathes life into it. It’s just you and Harry; you are learning every part of what makes fucking just as intimate as slow love making. It’s all the same…it’s love.

“Harry, I love you…,” you say riding out a slow orgasm, it’s not the most intense, but it’s softly and slowly rolling through your body.

“Christ ya cummin’ slowly, does tha feel jus’ as good?” He asks brows furrowed and looking directly at the place where his fingers are and your body is softly swaying on them.

You smile and let out a moan that sounds like a song, “Mmmm…hmmm, yes!” You cry out rolling your hips.

“Need ta be inside ya,” he mutters taking a step forward. He pulls his fingers out and lifts them to your nipple, “Honey on ya nipples, babe.”

He grabs his cock at the base and holds still. With his other hand on your tummy, he guides you to him and with a push and pull action on the swing, he enters you.

Your mouth opens and you raise your head to look at him. He’s looking down where you are on him and then lifts his eyes only to meet yours and smirks.

“Well, H, now that you have me here what will you do with me?” You say coyly.

“’M gonna fuck ya, love,” he states, matter of factly.

He stands still and moves the swing back and forth. He’s in deep.

“Ahhhhhh…oh….mmmmm…fuck!”

“Yeah? Tha’ good?”

“Ohmygod yes s’good. It’s…ohhhh…”

You can’t quite explain how it feels to him. How the weightlessness is intense and you can feel him everywhere. Like having sex underwater but it’s more intense because there’s no water.

He leans forward and sucks your nipple in his mouth, tongue swirling to get your wetness on his tongue. “Mmmmm…” he says against your nipple and your back arches.

When he stands up, he pulls your nipple with his mouth until it pops off and bounces back into place. “You doin’ good babe?”

You take one hand off the strap and run it down his sternum and tummy to where you are connected and then to your clit. Looking at him you raise an eyebrow in question. Your expression is asking if it’s ok to circle your clit. So blissed out you want his approval.

“Do it,” he says.

Rubbing circles around your clit, he begins to pick up the pace. He’s got both hands on your hips and is pushing and pulling you on his cock.

He looks up and nods his head, “Gon’ cum fo’ me?” He places his hand on your tummy and the pressure from his push and pull is more than you can stand. Leaning forward slightly he begins to thrust against your sway. Your legs go wider, and the trembling begins in your core.

“Hhaaahhh,” your voice is quivering, “Cumming…cumming…,” is all you can chant.

Pulling you tight on him he stills, “Uhhhh…Uhhhnnghh,” he cries out on a long exhale.

You lose the sounds of the music and only hear the rushing of blood through your ears as the orgasm his full force. Once the intensity subsides, Harry pulls out and leans down bracing his hands on his knees and panting. “Fuckin’ hell!”

You pull your legs closed and try to pull your knees in tight to your body, whimpering.

“Oh, baby, c’mere,” he works rapidly to pull you out of the swing in carries you to out of the pink room and into your bedroom. He takes a moment to clean you both up before he tucks you both in bed. “Darlin’ ya so quiet, ya ok?”

“Harry, that was amazing and I’m perfect. I’m so happy, are you happy?” You ask softly.

“So ‘appy,” he says leaning down to leave a series of kisses along your mouth.

He leans in and says against your lips, “So, how was birthday number 2?”

You cradle his face and catch his eyes. “It was…naughty…kinda like you.”

#2. her birthday was happy #original content #harry smut #harry styles smut #harry styles fanfiction

[daisyvisions]

This is a copypasta please don't kill me. 😭🔫

Also, Trigger Warning/Content Warning for violence, abuse, drugs, & kidnapping.

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BEEP BEEP BEEP!

I rolled over and threw a pillow at my alarm clock.

"Y/N! Get your lazy ass downstairs!" my crackhead mother yelled. I ran to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I looked in the mirror to see my E/c orbs staring back at me. I put my long, wavy h/c hair into a messy bun. I threw on a pair of sweatpants and my favorite hoodie. I went downstairs to see my mother sitting at the table holding a bottle of vodka and a cigarette.

"Listen up whore! I needed money to pay the bills, so I sold you. Your new owners will be here any minute, so go pack!"

"You can't do that! You're an awful mother!" She shrugged and took a swig of vodka.

"I never wanted you to be born in the first place. Go upstairs and pack now!"

I planted my feet to the ground. "No! Why don't you just use all the money you spend on crack and meth to pay the bills?"

She threw her cigarette at me.

"Because I love drugs and hate you!"

I stormed upstairs and felt the tears start to stream down my face. There was no way I was going to let her sell me to a creepy old man! I grabbed my backpack and filled it with some clothes and my favorite books.

I tossed in my iPhone 4s and my The 1975 poster. I decided I was going to have to run away. Since I'm not like other girls, I don't have very many friends. My gay friend Jonathan was mean, but he lived like a block away.

I slung the backpack over my shoulder and slipped on my converse. I bolted down the stairs and towards the front door when I felt someone grab me by the hood. It was my mom's drug dealer pot-belly boyfriend.

"Y/M/N, your bitch daughter is trying to run away!" I punched him in the face which made him let go of me. But when I opened the door I saw 11 boys blocking the way. One with mesmerising hazel orbs and curly brown hair spoke first.

"'Ello Love. We're your new owners!" I rolled my eyes and pushed him.

"Aren't you guys that stupid band The Boyz? There's no way in hell I'm going with you!" I tried to run through them but I felt something hit the back of my head. I spun around to see my mom had just thrown a glass at me. I tried to jump on her but two of the boys grabbed my arms. She laughed in my face.

"Thanks for taking her off my hands boys. Bye you slut!"

"Shut the fuck up you dumb bitch! You're the one who just sold her own daughter! I hate you!"

The boy with blond hair slapped me.

"Hey! Don't curse you bitch!"

I slapped him back.

"Shut the fuck up!"

Before I had a chance to punch him, someone put a rag around my mouth. It smelled like chemicals, and it made me pass out.

Is this…. From a Wattpad? Or AO3? Hahaha wait things escalated so quick but this is def the start of a yandere fic isn’t it? 👀😂

#how do I know it’s yandere? don’t ask…

[the-fiction-witch]

Dinner With Death p2

REAL LIFE COUPLE TBS X READER RATING DARK AF AND SPOOKY

I came too in a place I didn't expect then again I didn't really know what to expect.

This was a large room of just nothingness. A black void in all directions as far as the eye could see.

I sat in an old wooden chair. It was uncomfortable and clearly older than anything, signs of woodworm in the wood, the legs slightly water damaged, nail marks in the handles. I was wearing exactly what I wore when I was driving even if my clothes were a little damp, my hair a little damp too. I coughed feeling like I had a frog in my throat. I felt I did indeed cough something up but when I opened my hands there was a small little fish that jumped from my hands onto a small table that sat in front of me. I was shocked to say the least.

The table that sat in front of me I was almost positive I hadn't seen before it was a large impressive table with a black velvet table cloth and two candles that burnt with green flames.

The small fish flopped around on the table clearly as confused as me where it was desperately searching for air until suddenly it was stabbed with the knife going through the fish and I imagined something through the table. It was a beautiful knife of silver with an intricate red leather handle and around that handle was a hand that seemed to have emerged from the darkness from the very void. It was a… admittedly nice hand smooth, beautiful with red nails with black french tips the nails not long enough to be frightening or threatening the hand slipped away from the knife and across the table emerged a woman.

She was… beautiful.

As if someone went into my mind, found all the things I loved and completed a whole woman out of it.

She sat there on this stone chair that looked like it had been carved by gods, her hair and make up as perfectly as could be imagined a wicked smile across her lips, her body kept tight in a red latex retro dress.

"Good evening" she smiled her voice like honey so soft and silky making me feel relaxed and calm

"H-ello" I said but for some reason my voice cracked, why! I haven't had a voice crack since I was seventeen! So I put my hand over my mouth in panic trying to stop myself from doing it again and that made her giggle

"Relax pet. Your voice might just need a little time to readjust to your body"

"Okay" I nodded luckily my voice didn't crack again "who uhh who are you?"

"Death" she smiled

"Death? You?"

"Surprised?"

"..... Uuuhh I don't want to be rude. But yes"

"Most people are surprised" she nods

"So… are you the devil?"

"No, just death that's a whole other department" she explained

"So I'm dead?"

"Ummmm" she nods, checking an old laptop and I mean seriously old… I think it had a floppy disk drive on it "ran off the road into a stormy ocean, officially drowning and concussion"

"I was concussed? Hu. No wonder I felt so dizzy" I pondered "what uhh what is that?"

"Computer"

"Why is it so old?"

"Land of the dead Thomas. Dead tech. Dead music. Dead people." She explained

"That makes sense" I nodded "do you have a name other than just death?"

"Y/n"

"Y/n. A very beautiful name" I smiled "so what uhh what is this place"

"The plain" she smiled "here we will play a game"

"A game?"

"Ummmm" she nods she clicked her fingers and the laptop disappeared leaving the table as it had been when I arrived and in her hand was a black velvet bag she undid the bag and poured out a single stack of beautiful blue and silver cards with intricate flower patterns, the flowers I recognized… lily of the valley. My grandmother used to grow them in her garden, as did my mother, and in my own time so did I, they were even my birth flower and I had seen them or known them up close in many moments. "Do you know what they are?" She asks

"Well… cards. Too long to be playing cards so I'd have to guess tarot cards?"

"Correct" she smiled "this is your deck" she says flipping it over spreading the deck from edge to edge on the table she was right these were like no tarot cards I had ever seen before the edges were lined with silver, the rim of each card the same blue as the back with the lily's surrounding each image. And on every card was me. Not just me but things of my life, things that made me who I was as a person this was indeed a deck of me. The nice shade of blue, the sweet lilly flowers that had always been there, amethyst crystals that I was always told followed me, my cats, my cars, my hair, my clothes, items I held dear to me all on these cards somewhere, She pulled them back into a stack and handed them to me "some cards will feel heavy, others light. Depending on the courses and focuses that your life had. These cards are you and your life, draw six of your choosing and see the life you lived." She explained

I nodded shuffling them in my hands a little she was right some cards felt as heavy as lead others as light as feathers and everywhere in between

I drew my fist card, the chariot.

This card featured no horses or chariots to mention it had the same theme but the image was of me in the centre in my name motorbike the others I had owned around me even a plane in the sky from my various pilot lessons.

"Ambition, Confidence, Drive. You and a thrill for the adventurous for the fast and the far" she smiled

"I did. I always found myself longing for the freedom and speed of adventuring just getting lost somewhere I always found that the best" I explained before I drew the next card it was of a house, my house and my garden and I stood there alone in the kitchen window the hermit

"Introspection, Meditation, Solitude," she smiled "you found your comfort alone. Even though others brought you joy silence yourself felt the best"

"I liked having time alone, guess I was a little antisocial with things especially on the phone and all"

"There's nothing wrong with solitude sometimes it can be a strong time but also lonesome"

I nodded and drew the next card the world, I stood on a red carpet a thousand cameras around me in a large circle

"Achievement, Fulfillment, Successful conclusions, you were successful in the endeavors you chose even if sometimes success left you hollow"

"It did. I got everything I ever wanted from my job, but I was so open the whole world knew who I was and yet I felt so alone."

I drew the next card and saw myself in an embrace with a woman I for a moment didn't recognize her but I saw it closer and noticed this woman on the card was a combination of every woman I had been with in my life. Alice. Issy. Gzi, tallulah, missy they were all there and the card itself was upside down.

"Broken relationship, Infidelity, Separation" she explained "you didn't have the best of luck in relationships did you?"

"No. I don't know why I just… I wasn't good at love." I answered

"Echos" she smiled turning over the card the back had now changed the image the same but it wasn't me anymore it was my mother and father

"No. No what happened between my parents didn't affect me or anything, I was old enough to understand it didn't bother me"

"If you say so" she smiled

I drew the next card the magician but it too was upside down I stood on the card balancing so many of the different things I did, my work, my house, my music, my drawing, my garden, everything I had tried to do to keep myself busy

"Communication blocks, Deceit, Ill intentions," she explained "trying to do everything doesn't fix the one thing that's wrong"

"I know. But… pleasant distraction's right?"

"But that's all they are distractions"

I drew my final card and saw myself as I never imagined too, half of me an angel the other a demon… the devil.

"seduced. living in fear, domination" she explained "you built the cage. You thought you were building walls to protect from the hurt of past lovers and fates you couldn't control, seaking thrills and freedoms to avoid feeling trapped by this ever more demanding world looking for pleasantries to distract from the fact your ambition had taken you so far too far but there was no way to then back but all you did was build your own cage locking yourself inside to wallow in the loneliness you so wanted to avoid. The devil. Is you. And always has been" she explained "I'm sorry pet."

"No. You're right. I never chose this life bit I kept doing it I wanted the world and I got it but once I had it I realized I didn't want it didn't want every part of my life so exposed to the world so I built walls I shut everyone out didn't keep up with friends, with family, with girlfriends. I fell behind just looking for pleasant little distractions and I did them but I still felt so exposed, I tried to risk everything for my freedom, the bikes, the plane it was all just trying to feel like I had control but… I didn't. So I barred must away like a fucking hermit trying not to be town apart and, I lost everything and everyone I cared for. I locked myself in a cage my own bad guy"

She nods and took the cards away she shuffled them and drew some all of these fairly similar

The first card I stood holding a skull "death" she says handing the card to me I noticed it was lenticular so when I moved it the image would change it went between two myself holding the skill and a skeleton holding my head "you enter the land of the dead, join us here for all eternity" she says before handing me the next card "random" she says the card was again of me in the same position this time I held a large D20 and when I moved it I changed into various different people depending on where I held the card "you begin life again in another body a new life as someone new" she explained before handing me the next card again it was me but I held a blue burning lantern and when I moved the card my body disappeared "spirit. To return to the earth as a wandering spirit" she explained before handing me the next card again myself but I didn't hold anything and when the card was moved I had dark demoniac wings "demon. Come to the land of the dead but in a role"

"I was bad enough in life to be a demon?"

"Everyone gets the chance pet" she smiled "people use to flood for spirit and demon not so much anymore," she smiled before handing me the last card "continue. Not everyone gets this card" she smiled I looked and saw myself drowning and the controls for pause and play "you can continue in your own life from where you were"

"But I was drowning, I'll get end up right back here"

"Look closer" she offered so I looked at the card again Moving it seeing the image change from my drowning to me by the side of the road and then in a hospital bed

"Someone came?"

"Ummmm driving past and happened to see the damaged wall. Jumped in to save you. Your there right now" she says showing me the hospital more clearly "dying in a bed. You can choose to leave your body for one of the may other options or you can return to it and continue your life from where it was" she explained "I'll leave you to decide" she says getting up from her chair and walking into the void

"Wait" I called making her stop "will I ever see you again?"

"Depends on what you choose. But don't fear Thomas. No matter what you choose you will see death again" she explained before giving my cheek a kiss and disappearing into the voids darkness leaving me alone with this layout of cards and a choice to make.

#tbs #thomas brodie sangster #thomas sangster #tbs smut #thomasbrodiesangster #tbs imagine #tbs imagines #thomas sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster smut

[spynorth]

hello lucas , you are great , lucas is great , killian is great <3

random love that makes me show the emotion i try to hide. @lesoleilavole

sasha, H ELLO ?? i've been hanging onto this for like two weeks but i know i'll eventually do the big dumb thing and clear out my inbox or something and lose my nice messages so I wanted to answer it. First off, thank you because if I remember right, this showed up when i was feeling some kind of way lmao. I had hopped onto tumblr to sort of not think for a moment and this message was waiting and it made me grin so big. I swear I stick around for the wonderful friends I have here. Pain and/or unwavering support, you offer both and I'll never tire of either one.

Now, onto what I want to say about you. I've been meaning to drop a line into your own ask but I've been a sham of a friend lately because the words just won't come and I mean to do something and then I forget and this is providing me with that perfect opportunity. We've been friends for like .. two? three?...years now and it feels so much longer than that. I truly can't believe there was a time on tumblr where my muses existed without yours in their day to day life. I always gladly and wholeheartedly sing the praises of every character you create and Julien and Laurent are no different. The ease in which you interweave all of your muses together so that they stick out as more than just players in a single story is something that will always inspire and astound me. That's one of my favorite things to do in the rpc and hunter first introduced me to it and watching the way you connect everyone to not only your own muses but also to the dynamics those muses have with others is amazing. We went from mi5 meets mi6 okay okay to suddenly dimitri being godfather to one of remus' sons and i think that is brilliantly beautiful to be honest. does it provide a way for more pain? hell yes. but thats what we do. i'm just embracing it. On top of all of that, you are one of the greatest people I know. You're funny, always down for whatever I can think of and I love reading your headcanons and replies with other people that cross the dash. I will never tire of being one of your biggest fans. I absolutely love you and I hope you never forget or doubt that.

ps. I'm late on the circus of oranges because the stores here have had awful ones for the price they are lately BUT its coming. when you least expect it. you'll wake up one day tagged in a video. brace yourself.

#save tag ; #hi sasha ilu #and i'm super late to answering this but it meant so much to me <3

[messers-moony]

King and Queen | S.B

Paring: Sirius Black X Fem!Potter!Reader, James Potter X Fem!Twin!Reader

Summary: James goes through a lot during his time at Hogwarts but his sister is always by his side.

Inspiration: Click

A/N: If this comes off insensitive to anyone please let me know and I will remove this.

James Potter was a handful. From the minute he was born, he had this gleam in his hazel eyes that raged and burned with trouble. His twin, Y/n Potter, was almost the opposite. The soft smile that laid on her features and the glitter of calamity in her eyes. Euphemia and Fleamont were in for a lot the minute their twins were born. 

Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder is most comparative to having a web browser up with one too many tabs. James had always been unable to focus and was naturally messy. Truth be told, he thought it was normal, just as everyone else did. It wasn’t until his second year at Hogwarts did he realize something was genuinely wrong with him. 

Remus told him that he had this muggle thing called “dyslexia,” which was a difficulty in interpreting words, letters, and other symbols. However, it never affected his overall intelligence because everyone knew that Remus Lupin was indeed and wholly brilliant. It got James wondering, did his inability to focus, be organized, and hyperactivity have a deeper meaning?

His twin - Y/n - was quite the opposite. She made quick friends with Remus, Sirius, and Peter, who were close friends of her twin. Y/n was top of their class, creating a friendly competition with Remus, but she was always able to focus. Often she would hyper-focus, which would leave her working for over five hours at a time without realizing it. In those times, James would have to snap her out of it. 

Over the summer, James expressed his concerns to his parents. He was talking about how this could be a real issue he’s facing using Remus’ dyslexia as an example. Eventually, they gave in, letting James go to a muggle doctor. James had to fill out a questionnaire that would come back with his results in one week. That week was probably the longest week of his life. Nonetheless, his test results had come back positive. 

Fleamont and Euphemia would be lying if they were surprised. After hearing about the disorder, it was almost the definition of their eldest son. Fortunately for James, the muggles had come up with a cure - no, not a cure - dammit, what was it again?

Impede the symptoms! That’s what those muggle pills do. James was required to take two pills a day, one in the morning and once at night. Y/n was in charge of making sure he did so because - more times than he’d like to admit - he would forget everything if it wasn’t for Y/n. 

In third year, James was as energetic as ever while getting on the Hogwarts Express, “Aren’t you excited, Y/n?!”

She chuckled, “Yes, but Merlin, you don’t need to literally jump with joy.”

“But I’m excited!”

“I know that.”

They made their way to the compartment that held Remus, who was reading a book. James sat in front of him while Y/n took her seat beside Remus, “‘Ello Remus.”

“Hey, Potter pair.”

Y/n sighed, and James groaned, “That nickname needs to go away.”

“I quite like it.” Remus stated smugly, “Suits you both.”

“What’s that suppose to mean?” Y/n accused falsely, “It means that wherever one of you are, the other isn’t that far behind.” Remus replied. 

James had zoned out already, and Y/n snapped in his face, “Take your pills?” 

“Forgot.” James muttered guiltily, “Oh Godric.” She whispered. 

“Pills?”

“James went to a muggle doctor this summer.”

Remus quirked an eyebrow, “Did you now?”

“Got diagnosed with ADHD.” James informed, and Remus looked amiss, “Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder.”

“Ah, I’ve heard of that.” Remus said, and James smiled sheepishly, “I feel kinda odd, like out of place.”

“Why?”

“Dunno, just, why can't I be normal?”

“You are normal, James.” Y/n reassured, “And anyone who says differently obviously doesn’t care about you.”

The compartment door slammed open, “Who doesn’t care about who?”

Remus snorted, “Ever the dramatics, huh, mate?”

“‘Course.” Sirius flopped down beside James, “It comes with my charm and devilishly good looks.”

“Ah, yes.” Y/n said, chuckling, “Don’t you see how I’m swooning for you?”

The back of her palm was against her forehead, “Come off it.” James swatted at her and then elbowed Sirius, “Better not make my sister swoon.”

Sirius chuckled and shrugged, “Can’t help it. I’m just that irresistible.”

The four of them laughed at Sirius’ dramatics and continued talking about the new term. Remus and Y/n were talking about books they couldn’t wait to read. Remus was even kind enough to gift her some muggle books he bought over the summer holiday. Sirius and James bickered about what pranks to do this year, along with which ones were better. 

Third-year was fun. It was a year of flooding corridors, turning Slytherin robes red and blasting music in the common room after a Gryffindor victory. James was a brilliant Quidditch Chaser, and Y/n was a fantastic Seeker. Nothing was quite like the Potter pair. Something about them was just unforgettable. 

Maybe that’s why Sirius was so fond of her. Something about the Potters made people around them smile on the hardest of days. They made sure that every moment was a night to remember. Every memory was worth reliving. So adventurous, so reckless, yet so kind and loving. 

By the time fifth year rolled around, Sirius Orion Black had fallen off a cliff into a lake called love. Sirius completely submerged himself in love for Y/n Potter. The younger twin by just 20 minutes, but something about her was so divine. Was it her silk and glittering h/c hair? No - maybe it was her gleaming e/c eyes. Perhaps it was for her strive for adventure and extreme kindness. 

Nonetheless, Sirius fell hard.

And who better to tell than James Potter himself?

Causally - as usual - Sirius opened the door to the Marauders dorm. It was empty aside from the brunet boy with glasses on the bridge of his nose. His hazel eyes were focused on a textbook - Potions textbook - maybe it was to impress Lily. Sirius couldn’t care less, so he pulled the chair out in front of the desk and sat before James. 

“Mate, I need your help.”

“Running from Filch?”

“No. Something- Something worse.”

“Something worse?” The textbook shut loudly.

Sirius nodded, “Way worse.”

“Alright then, come into my office.” James teased, and Sirius grinned. 

It was silent, “I’m in love with your sister.”

James sputtered, “Excuse me?”

“I’m in love with Y/n.”

“No, no.” James waved his hand horizontally, “I heard you.”

“Then what else would you like me to say?” Sirius asked. 

“Literally anything else.”

“Sorry, mate.” Sirius muttered, “I- I really didn’t mean to.”

James chuckled and wiped his hand across his face, “I suppose you can’t really stop love, huh?”

“You really can’t.” Sirius agreed, “I tried. I promise I tried.”

“It’s not that big of a deal late.” James assured, and Sirius looked at him with wide eyes, “I trust you just-“

“Just?”

“I’m worried about her.” James completed, “I- I worry about her every night.”

Sirius softened, “It’s like you with Regulus-“ James continued before Sirius could interject, “And don’t pretend. Your silencing charms are bloody terrible.”

“I know you still care for Regulus, you worry about him every night, and I do the same for Y/n, except my silencing charms are better.” James teased sightly, “I trust you, Sirius. You’re the brother I never got but always wanted. You know, the brother I can play Quidditch with, rough around with, the brother who’s just as sneaky and mischievous as I.”

“But Y/n is still my blood. She's my twin, my best friend, my partner in crime. She was the mind behind my pranks before Remus.” James elaborated and then smirked, “Remus and Y/n make a great team, ya’ know?”

“They are quite brilliant.”

“Anyway, what I’m trying to say is, take care of her?” James looked like the eleven-year-old boy again, “Don’t make her a fling and don’t make this temporary.”

“Y/n is a strong woman, and she isn’t for weak men. I’ll be honest,” James chuckled, “She doesn’t need a man. She doesn’t even really need me. I need her more than she needs me. Regardless, take care of her. She deserves a man worthy of her. Someone that’ll get her ice cream at 4 a.m. because she’s craving it. Someone that’ll go on sporadic trips with her. Someone that’ll understand that after a hard day, all she wants is a book and coffee.”

Sirius was appalled; he’d never seen James look so passionate, “Growing up, mum always told me to be a gentleman. I know it may not seem like it sometimes, but she always raised me as one. To hold a door for them, push and push in their chairs for them, give them my jacket even if I’ll freeze.” 

“Those kinda things. Dad said I should practice on Y/n, and I did. From then, Y/n always got treated like a queen, and she deserves no less. I won't lie, my parents treat me like a king too, and I don’t want any less either.” James explained, “Be the king that’s worthy of my sister.”

“That’s all I ask of you.”

Sirius nodded, “I’d be honored to serve her as my queen.”

“And if you show her no less, she’ll spit you out like chewing gum.”

He shuttered, “I hate how accurate that phrase is.”

James laughed, “I know her more than you think.”

By sixth year they were dating. Sirius would be lying if he wasn’t eternally shitting himself when Y/n said yes to going to Hogsmeade with him, alone, as a date. In fact, James almost wanted to throw him a party for finally not being a little bitch and asking out his sister. This party consisted of a bottle of firewhiskey and chocolate because that’s all that was in the boy's dormitory. But a party nonetheless. 

When Lily rejected James for the last time before graduation, he was utterly heartbroken. He’d spent and dedicated seven years of his life to this gorgeous woman. Despite all his efforts and all his charms, she still wasn’t interested. James tried. He really tried. He wanted Lily so bad. His heart broke when she said her final words of goodbye.

“I’m sorry, Potter. Maybe in another life, just not this one.”

Tears had ebbed at the corner of his eyes as he made his way back into the castle from the Black Lake. In the common room, where he felt like he had just got dowsed in water. James made his way to the girl's dormitory. His hand curled into a fist and knocked lightly on the wooden door. Shuffling was heard from the other side, and the door finally opened, revealing his sister. 

Without warning, James crashed into her arms, forcing his nose in the crook of her neck, “Woah.”

“Are you okay, James?”

His body shook with sobs as he shook his head no, “It’s okay. Let’s go lay down, okay?”

Gently she led him to her bed. He curled up beneath the navy blue comforter and placed his head on the silk pillow sheets. If he tried hard enough, he could forget the way Lily’s hair smelt today or the way her green eyes glistened in the sun. Now engulfed in his sister's scent, trying to remove every feeling for Lily possible, he dug his nose deeper into the comforter. 

Y/n sat beside him, her back to the headboard, and ran her fingers through James’ already untied hair, “What's got you so worked up?”

“It’s done.”

“What’s done?”

“L- Lily and I.” James choked, “She- She really doesn’t want me.”

A new wave of tears overcame him, and Y/n continued to try and soothe him, “Well, she’s a tosser.”

James narrowed his eyes, “James, you know I love her. She's my best friend, but if she can’t see what’s right in front of her, then she’s an idiot.”

“Can I- Can I stay here tonight?” He asked hesitantly.

“You sure you don’t want me to stay at your dorm?” Y/n questioned, “Because you know who sleeps here.”

“Will you stay with me?”

“Till the end.”

After a couple of minutes, Y/n and James made their way down the steps to the boy's side. They walked up more steps and finally made it to the boy's dormitory. James collapsed on his bed in the left corner of the room, and Sirius perked up at seeing his girlfriend enter the room. 

“Whatcha doin’ here, love?”

“Staying with my brother.”

Sirius nodded and stood up to hug her, gently pecking her forehead, “If you guys need anything, let me know, ‘kay?”

“Thanks, Siri.” 

Gently Y/n pulled back the maroon curtain and sat down beside him again. James reached for her hand and intertwined their fingers. Something they used to do as kids. When a thunderstorm would go by, James would always seek sanctuary in his sister's comfort. 

He fell asleep that night, knowing he was safe, loved, and knew that someone cared about him. Even if Lily didn’t love him, at least someone else did. He had his boys, and he had his sister. Right now, that’s all he needed beside him: Screw Lily and her idiot decision skills. Y/n was right; she was a complete tosser. 

When Hogwarts was over, James and Y/n got a flat together. Sirius, Remus, and Peter got one only a floor above. Realistically this wasn’t the plan. James always planned to buy a house with Lily, but he was still healing, and after everything going on, it was vital for him to hold his sister close to him.

Euphemia and Fleamont barely lived to see their children graduate. Not too long afterward had died due to the horrid dragon pocks. It devastated both twins and Sirius. While Sirius wasn’t their true child, he very well could’ve. Euphemia noticed Sirius’s lingering stares on Y/n and the loopy smile that graced his features.

She was the one who got Sirius to man up. She was the one who gave him advice. She was the one who told him what books were her favorite, which chocolate she liked the best, her favorite quills. Euphemia was one of the main components in getting Sirius to date her daughter, and when it finally happened, the parents couldn’t have been happier.

James’ ADHD still remained even in his adulthood, making regular everyday tasks much harder and twice as long. Most of the time, the pills were able to help him complete those tasks. But sometimes, when Y/n wasn’t there to remind him, he would miss his days. When Y/n got home from work, she had barely taken off her shoes to see the apartment spotless.

It was a pleasant surprise, but James was never really one to clean, not that she really minded, but the apartment didn’t have a speck of dust on it. Hesitantly she put her keys on the island along with her bag.

“James!”

“Yes, Y/n?”

He appeared in the kitchen where Y/n was, “Um, did you clean the apartment?”

“Yes, I did!” James nodded enthusiastically.

Y/n sighed and gave her brother a sweet smile, “What did you not do today?”

“So, you know how you told me to go to the pharmacy?”

“Mhm.” Y/n nodded, “Indeed I do.”

“Well, they were out of my meds.” James informed, “I have to wait a week.”

“Oh, Merlin.”

“On the bright side!” James was already causing her a headache, “It’s gonna be a fantastic week! I’ve got so many things planned for us! We’re gonna go-“

James continued to ramble as Y/n grabbed her keys, bag and slipped back on her shoes, “I’m going to Sirius’!”

“Thought you were my sister.” James faked pouting, and Y/n smiled, “I love you, but you’re crazy.”

“I love you too!” He yelled as she closed the door.

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[xuxitheii]

'ello! this one isn't requested, i'm just terribly in love with one (1) mitsuya takashi *´ㅅ`)ﾞ♡ i have to divide this in two 'cause it was surprisingly long (i did not expect it to be long, i thought i'd be a cute little one post but alas (つㅅ･`)･゜) so yeah, ENJOY THE MITSUYA !!

　

三ツ谷隆

— “you’re not supposed to actually say it!”

love is hard, when the person you’re in love with is a master at psychological manipulation.

　

mitsuya takashi is an obvious person.

　

he’s obvious with the way he cares for his friends, he’s obvious with his love for his sisters, he’s obvious with his stubbornness, and most importantly,

　

he’s obvious with his feelings.

　

mitsuya takashi is obvious when it comes to expressing his love for a certain [H/C] haired boy, named [L/N] [Y/N].

　

but, oh, does the world want to make his love life harder than it should be.

　

why do you ask? it’s because [Y/N] is as exasperating as he is endearing.

　

maybe you’re wondering, ‘oh! is it because [Y/N] is oblivious? so oblivious that he can’t see the moves mitsuya has been making all these times?’ and that’s where you are wrong, dear customers.

　

[Y/N] is exasperating in the way he purposely forced himself to be oblivious — when he is, in fact, not oblivious. [Y/N] would purposely turn a blind eye to whatever meanings there are to mitsuya’s actions.

　

‘oh, mitsuya is tenderly holding me in his arms? it must be his way of showing appreciation towards his friends!’

　

‘ah, there mitsuya goes again with that longing look in his pretty lavender eyes, he must care for his friend a lot!’

　

and so on, and so on.

　

it’s exasperating!

　

he adamantly forces himself to ignore every single thing mitsuya has done that is not driven by ‘appreciation towards a dear friend’!

　

the amount of times [Y/N] had convinced himself that mitsuya’s lingering looks, soft touches, and gentle voice is merely how he acts towards a precious friend is astronomical, it’s ridiculous — he might as well be a master at psychological manipulation for how successful he is from successfully dodging each and every one of mitsuya’s arrows of love.

　

and mitsuya must be a saint.

　

he is a saint from the amount of patience he held inside of him for dealing with someone as difficult as [L/N] [Y/N].

　

mitsuya had never once complained when [Y/N] yet again ignored his obvious hints in asking him out for a date, mitsuya had never once whined when [Y/N] ran away before he had the chance to compliment him for how pretty he looked that day,

　

mitsuya had never, for even once, gotten annoyed from [Y/N]’s constant refusal in acknowledging mitsuya’s clear feelings of deep and genuine adoration for him.

　

mitsuya takashi is a saint.

　

but baji keisuke is not.

　

and baji keisuke is tired.

　

he’s tired with whatever the hell kind of cat and mouse chase these two got going on.

　

yes, it was funny, at first. it was funny to see the [H/C] haired boy absolutely bolting it out of wherever they were when the sounds of mitsuya’s footsteps were even slightly heard from afar. it was entertaining the first fifth time, but the sixth, seventh, and eighth? it’s tiring.

　

chifuyu doesn’t really care, thinking it was cute how the two act like they’re in a shoujo manga (curse that damn manga of his, curse it). kazutora finds it amusing, and brands it his new entertainment whenever he’s feeling bored. mikey encourages it, rooting for mitsuya every single time the two are in the same place (it happens every single damn day, he's had enough of mikey's hollering). draken only watches, giving advice here and there to mitsuya even though he himself does not have a single experience in dating. pah is stupid, and he finds it stupid too (baji agrees with him after the nth time it happened).

　

and baji? baji is done.

　

baji is done with this live action tom and jerry with a dash of romance remake.

　

he wants it to end.

　

and so, he decided to take matters into his own hands.

　

and how he’ll do it, you ask? simple, confront the two idiots directly.

　

“just exactly why are you like this?”

　

“what do you mean?”

　

baji groaned, tired and done, he rolled his eyes so hard he felt dizzy for a split second, “don’t act like a dumbass, [Y/N]. you know exactly what i mean,”

　

an exaggerated frown is thrown his way, lithe hands jerking around to express his confusion, [Y/N] said, “but i don’t know what you mean, baji. you can’t just come to someone and ask them why they're like this and expect them to know what this is!”

　

baji throws his hands up, gritting his teeth in order to ground himself before he starts throwing hands, “i’m just asking — why, are you like this.”

　

“wh–”

　

“your oblivious act is dumb, you fucker!”

　

[Y/N] is stunned, his brain going haywire from the very moment those words left baji’s lips, his panic making him freeze in place. the [H/C] haired boy snapped his attention back to baji, quick to defend himself, “what do you mean act? i don’t even know what you're talking about baji!”

　

“you’re making mitsuya sad, you asshole!”

　

and that, that made [Y/N] turns into a statue, his movements stopping instantly. his head turned into chaos with all the thoughts that flooded all at once, a variety of emotions swirling inside him creating an even bigger mess inside the young boy.

　

mitsuya is sad?

　

i’m making mitsuya sad?

　

mitsuya is sad because of me?

　

that’s not good, not good at all

　

is it because i keep avoiding him?

　

but i didn’t mean to make him sad,

　

i made mits–

　

“oi, stupid! snap out of it!”

　

clouded [E/C] eyes regained its light again, dimmer this time, as his focus was back on baji — slightly grateful that baji snapped him out or else he’ll start bawling from the very possibility of making mitsuya sad. [Y/N] gulped, eyes darting around before settling to look at his shoes instead (it’s a gift from mitsuya), “uh, what do you mean? i’m… making mitsuya s-sad?

　

baji sighed, knowing that the boy was distraught, and he still dared to act like he didn’t like mitsuya back, baji crossed his arms, “yeah, you made him sad, [Y/N].”

　

[Y/N] let out a meek whimper, barely able to be heard, his heart aching at the very thought, “but i- i didn’t mean to,”

　

“i know,” baji nods, he know the younger boy didn’t mean for his actions to sadden mitsuya, but he needs to realize that something can hurt someone even when you didn’t mean it to, “mitsuya might not show it, but he gets sad when you ignore him, ya know — he gets discouraged, you do know how much courage it needs to talk to the person you love, right?”

　

[Y/N] nodded defeatedly. he knows that feeling really well, after all.

　

“but he keeps getting ignored every single time and he keeps trying every single time. don’t you think it won’t be tiring, [Y/N]?”

　

[Y/N] feels like a kid being scolded for doing something he was strictly forbidden not to, it doesn't feel nice — but what doesn’t feel nice even more is knowing he made mitsuya sad.

　

“mitsuya really loves you, ya know. it would be nice if you could just acknowledge him and acknowledge your own feelings too, we both know you’re not that dumb, [Y/N],” baji scolded him, for once he’s acting wise.

　

baji leans back further to the pole behind him (they’re currently on a playground, [Y/N]’s on the swing and baji beside leaning on the pole), “besides, why are you so set on ignoring him anyway? it’s not like you don’t like him back,” it’s a question baji has been dying to know the answer to. everyone knows that the two likes each other, it’s pretty fucking obvious. what’s confusing is, why the fuck is the [H/C] haired boy acts like he does not? why the fuck would he ignore mitsuya? it’s not everyday that the person you love loves you back and shows it in its sincerity.

　

a mumble, it sounds incomprehensible.

　

“hah? speak up louder, i can’t fucking hear you,”

　

a tch, ”’cause mitsuya deserves better, okay?!”

　

[Y/N] stood up from the swing, hands clenching tightly on his sides and his head looking down to not show his face to the raven haired boy beside him, “mitsuya deserves better than someone like me!”

　

[Y/N] had been thoroughly convinced that mitsuya deserves the absolute best. and him? he’s not the absolute best. [Y/N] has a lot of flaws, and he knows that mitsuya doesn’t deserve something flawed - too flawed. so he’s decided that he will ignore mitsuya’s advances and act like he doesn't know anything. because mitsuya deserves better–

　

“haahh?! are you really a fucking dumbass?”

　

[Y/N] snapped his head up, his eyes glaring into baji’s, he’s not expecting to be called a dumbass after revealing his reasoning!

　

“what do yo–”

　

“what fucking kinda reason is that?! ‘mitsuya deserves better’?!”

　

with gritted teeth, [Y/N] roared back,  “yeah he fucking does! that’s a valid reason!”

　

baji scoffed, his fists really itching to make a greeting to the dumbass’ cheek, “how fucking dumb are you?! yeah, mitsuya deserves the best — we all know that, he knows that! but he’s the only one who knows what’s best for himself, you idiot!”

　

[Y/N]’s eyes widened, legs staggering back, totally caught off guard by baji’s words.

　

“do you think mitsuya will like someone that’s unworthy? mitsuya would never do that, idiot! mitsuya is smart, he’d never love someone that wouldn’t give him the best! he would never love someone that won’t make him happy!”

　

baji just wants the idiot to know, he’s being dumb here when everything could just be a walk on the park, “only mitsuya knows what’s best for him and he knows it’s you!”

　

[Y/N] is thoroughly stunned, he doesn’t know what to say. that never comes to his mind — he had always thought that he’s not the one for mitsuya, so therefore mitsuya should never pursue him. but he was proven wrong today.

　

baji’s right.

　

he’s not mitsuya, so he can’t decide for him.

　

“you fucking understand that? if you do, go,”

　

eh?

　

“mitsuya’s waiting at the shrine,”

　

eh?!

　

“he said he wanna talk to you,”

　

eeehh?!

　

baji grinned his toothy grin, pushing the boy out of the park, cackling in the meanwhile, “go, go, loverboy!”

　

[Y/N]’s legs unconsciously started picking up its pace — from walking, to jogging, to a full sprint as he hurried to the shrine, toman’s signature shrine. he looked back and baji and thanked him for the advice, receiving a coy ‘no problem’ from the fanged teen.

　

[Y/N] had decided.

　

he’ll confess to mitsuya.

　

and behind him, he left a snickering baji, who patted his chest with the smuggest smile ever known to men as he congratulated himself, you did good, keisuke.

　

baji lied, of course.

　

mitsuya wasn’t even a tad bit sad, if anything mitsuya finds [Y/N]’s oblivious act cute (that mad lad), saying that it’s part of his charms and it makes him more pumped to win [Y/N]’s ‘approval’.

　

but hey, baji did say he’ll take matters into his own hand, right?

　

　

second part

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[harry-writings]

We’ll Be Alright

The one where Harry and Y/n have a hard time coping without one another, and Harry finally understands what it means to be a husband

Part 1

Part 2

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-

Y/n knows she’s hit rock bottom when she pours her fifth glass of whiskey at three in the morning, lighting up her seventh cigarette on her bedroom balcony, as if furthering herself away from her right state of mind will somehow bring her closer to all the answers she had been looking for.

She doesn’t even smoke.

The last time she came this close to a cigarette was five months before she found out she was pregnant with Topher. It was the third time Harry didn’t show up to marriage counseling, and Y/n was so upset and so angry and so hurt that she couldn’t stop shaking, couldn’t stop crying until it was in her hands.

This time, though, the shaking and the crying don’t stop.

She’s sitting on one of the balcony chairs, her elbows propped up on her knees, one hand resting at the roots of her hair and the other holding her glass in her palm and her cigarette between her fingers. Her leg is bouncing and her eyes are wet, zoning herself out from the rest of the world, trying to get as far away from herself as possible.

She hasn’t seen Harry in thirteen days.

Not only has she not seen Harry, but she also hasn’t talked to Harry or had any ties left to Harry for nearly two weeks now and Y/n can barely hold herself together anymore. She’s surprised she’s even gotten this far without him.

They aren’t divorced — the papers were left on the courtroom table practically untouched, and though she hates to admit it to herself, Y/n was the first to leave them behind — but they might as well have been.

He wasn’t even the one to pick up Topher today. And she didn’t realize how much she’d miss their traditions — even the ones they’ve made while being separated — until she saw Mitch standing at the other side of her door and watched as he buckled her son into the same carseat Harry once had in his car.

It was at that moment that she knew that even though they weren’t divorced, they really were over, and it was enough to push her over the edge.

Now she’s so drunk she can barely remember where she is. The skyline and the buildings look familiar, but everything is so out of touch she can’t find the same peace and comfort in it as she once used to.

Everything has faded to nothing.

And whether it’s from the alcohol, or the revisitation of bad habits, or if it’s from grieving the loss of somebody still alive, but everything to her feels numb. All that’s left is pain and sadness and the fear of living the rest of her life exactly like this — lost, hopeless, and alone.

She thinks back to the day she slept with Harry — as she does, she throws the last bit of whiskey down her throat and swallows it down without a flinch — and how that day was forever going to be the last day she had ever held him, had ever kissed him, had ever told him that she loved him.  

If she had known — really, really known — it was going to be her last chance to do any of those things, she wouldn’t have pushed him away. She would have done all the things Harry wanted — would have spent the rest of their day in bed, drinking wine, celebrating all that once was and what always could be.

Because that’s what she wanted, too. That’s what she’s wanted since the beginning of this mess they’ve made of themselves, she just didn’t ever want to admit it.

This feeling that burns in her stomach at the thought of not being with Harry makes her want to scream. She can’t escape it, even as the alcohol seeps into her bloodstream and takes away every other feeling in her body.

She sobs, her chin tucking into her chest and her palms pressing to her forehead, agonizing and inhumane cries falling past her lips.

Her Harry is no longer hers.

She squeezes her eyes shut, a puddle of tears falling down her cheeks as she does so, her hand dropping the whiskey glass, her cigarette left sparked on the balcony floor as her fingers twist and pull at her hair. She hunches over her knees, trying so desperately to put herself back together again.

But it’s impossible. She knows it’s impossible because it’s him that makes her whole — him that holds her and keeps her together, even when everything else around her is falling apart.

She’d do anything to feel his arms around her now.

And it’s all she can think about — how lonely and cold and frigid it feels without the feel of his touch, and how loud the silence is without the sound of his voice in her ear, telling her how in love with her he is, giggling at her blush.

And she’s had so much to drink she can trick her mind into believing that he’s here, if she thinks about it hard enough. She mistakes the wind for the feel of him walking past her, smells his cologne in the liquor, but it’s still too quiet for her to really, truly believe it.

And she just wants to believe it. For once, she wants to pretend that he’s here with her, loving her, wanting her the way he always used to. Even if it’s the wrong thing to do.

Her hand shakingly reaches for her phone.

“‘Ello, this is Harry! I’m sorry I couldn’t make it to your call, but I promise to return to you whenever I’m next available. Thank you, talk soon! Bye.”

And oh, how good it feels to hear his voice again.

It brings her back to all the times she’d call Harry while he was away on tour and how every phone call lasted at least two hours. Whether it was to check up on him, or to wish him goodnight, or to have phone sex, he never failed to make every second they were spending apart feel so worth it.

She calls him six more times just to hear his voicemail.

By the seventh and last phone call, Y/n is so low she’s tempted to just finish it off — down the pack of cigarettes and the bottle of whiskey that have kept her more company than her husband. Maybe filling her void with vices will be enough to last her until the blackout, where she will finally be free.

But what will she have left if she does?

The loneliness and the sadness and the hopelessness will all still be there. She will still wake up to a cold bed, in an empty home, with nobody to share her life with. She will still have this sick and twisted feeling that happiness doesn’t exist outside of her Harry — that happiness doesn’t exist within these walls, miles away from him, with only herself to hold.

She can’t keep waking up without him anymore. She can hardly keep living.

So, she does the first and only thing that comes to her mind.

She calls Mitch.

The clock nearly at four in the morning doesn’t seem to strike her as her drunken fingers struggle to tap on his contact name, knowing that this is the only way.

“Mitch.” Y/n hiccups when he answers her call, watching as everything around her starts to spin out of her control, instinctively reaching her hand beside her to hold onto Harry’s — the way she always did whenever she got too drunk. Her heart hurts even worse than before when she’s met with nothing but the ache of what once was. “Come get me, please.”

Something in the air shifts around Mitch.

He has known Y/n for years now, yet he can barely recognize that it’s her voice on the phone. He has to look down at the name on his phone twice before pressing the speaker to his ear, his heart nearly still as he wonders the reason behind such a disturbing and unexpected request.

“Y/n… is everything alright?” He asks tentatively, carefully, because she’s never awake this late at night and has never sounded so hurt. “What’s happened, love?”

She wipes her nose with the back of her hand, sniffling, almost angrily.

“My husband’s been ignoring me for the past two weeks and I’m not —” She stops, sucking in a broken breath, not even believing the words she just spoke because she never believed he’d leave her all alone for so long. “I’m not taking it so well, obviously.”

Mitch sighs.

He should have known, from the second he saw the look on her face earlier that evening, that her night was going to end like this. The love she and Harry share is a kind he’s never seen before — something so far from ordinary, something he couldn’t even understand despite the love for his own girlfriend, who lays beside him so peacefully now.

Their love is more than love. It’s deeper, more soulful, as if they have found each other in every past life and every after life. They truly are, in the most unexplainable of ways, made for one another eternally. Forever, they are theirs.

It’s both a blessing and a curse — their preexisting connection— because they are everything together, but absolutely nothing apart.

“Y/n, love... he’s not ignoring you. He wouldn’t dream of it.”

Oh, how she wishes it was true.

“He didn’t even want to see me tonight. He sees me two days out of the week and he didn’t even want that. There was a time he’d do anything just to look at me for even a second.”

He wishes he knew what to say.

It’s not that Harry doesn’t want to see her — all he does is cry and whine and sulk about how he hasn’t — he just believes leaving Y/n alone is truly what’s best for her right now.

She has barely had any time away from him. Surely, she did have the weekdays to herself and Topher, but she still had to see him every weekend — still had to face him at her doorway; still had to be around him, even on her worst days; still had to be reminded of everything that had gone wrong.

Being around him confuses her. He knows that now, and so does Mitch. But Mitch always knew. Y/n has always been too in deep with Harry. One proper look at him would be enough to send her to her knees.

He’s her greatest weakness.

She needs to be alone.

Or, so he once thought.

“Have you been drinking?”

Y/n laughs in an almost sarcastic way, the side of her wrist pulling at the corner of her eye as she wipes away at her tears.

“Drinking, frying my brain with nicotine, crying my fucking eyes out.” Her lips tremble as she stuffles away a cry. “All of the above.”

Mitch frowns.

This behavior isn’t unusual for her — it hasn’t been since her marriage with Harry started to turmoil — but it never gets easier to witness.

It’s when she’s in the depths of her own hell that she depends on the intoxication to get her by, as if it numbed her from all the pain she’d be living with without it. And as hard as it is for him to admit it, she only ever feels this way whenever it comes to Harry.

This side of her never existed until she met him.

“You want to see him, don’t you?”

To see him. To touch him. To talk to him. To hold him. She wants it all, everywhere, for the rest of the night — for the rest of her life if he were to let her.

But she can’t get ahead of herself. She won’t be able to survive it if she does.

“Even if it’s just for a second.”

His heart falls.

“Will it get you to put down the drugs and alcohol?”

Her eyes linger at the nearly empty bottle of whiskey, and though it still calls for her just as strongly, she knows it’s not what she truly wants.

“Yeah.”

She can hear him smile softly through the phone.

“Then hang tight, love. I’m on my way.”

-

Harry hasn’t been able to sleep all night.

And if he wanted to get technical, he supposes he hasn’t been able to sleep since he and Y/n nearly signed their marriage away, but tonight is far, far worse than anything else he’s ever felt.

His body senses his good days. The sun somehow brighter, the rain lighter, the clouds thinner — he sees it all so differently on the days he goes to see Y/n. He’s used to the routine, he looks forward to it all week, even if it is just to see her for a couple minutes at her doorway.

So to say his body feels the loss of her is an understatement.

He caught himself reaching his hand over to her side of the bed one too many times, only to shiver and whine when met with the emptiness of it. His fingers would squeeze at her pillowcase, hugging it closer to him, fantasizing about her smell and her feel as he tried to drift into his dreamland — that only, of course, consisted of her.

But it was helpless.

He moves to the living room couch, where he finds himself flipping through the photo album of their wedding day — the same one he claimed he had thrown out when Y/n asked if she could keep it, moments before she was about to move out after he had brought the divorce papers home.

Of course he hadn’t thrown it out, but he could never tell Y/n about the lies he only told to make himself feel better about his decision.

He was angry and he was hurt, both of which consumed him in the scariest and most dangerous of ways, leading him to sink his teeth in a lie and spitting it in her face just to make her feel all those things, too. Though he’s sure she already did.

But as he flips through the pages now, reliving that day torturously in his head, remembering how beautiful she looked and how in love he was, he can’t help but feel like these moments weren’t his to take.

He had kept their home — had kept the furniture they bought together when they first moved in, kept all the movies and cd’s they’d play together each night, kept all the pictures she had chosen for the walls and tables he hadn’t had a clue on how to decorate.

He stayed so perfectly in their past while she was forced to move on, away from him, when she wasn’t even the one who wanted to leave.

He had truly taken everything from her — her love, her trust, her marriage, her home — and he didn’t even have the decency to give her the one and only thing she had asked for before she left.

That day was hers, it always has been and it always will be. She never once gave up on it the way he once had, always holding it so close to her, always cherishing its moments.

This simply doesn’t belong to him.

He presses his forehead down to a picture of Y/n wildly smiling at the camera, her hair styled up, makeup slightly smudged, as if holding her to him. And he rubs his thumb along the laminate, right against her cheek, in the same way she always liked.

“I’m so sorry.” He sobs out before he can try to reason that it’s not her, that she can’t hear him, that she can’t feel the way he’s holding and touching her right now, that he looks like a lovesick idiot for thinking this is anything close to the real thing.

None of that matters to him right now, though, as he holds the picture to him and realizes this is the closest he has been to her in so long. And she needs to know.

She just needs to know.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.”

-

Harry must have cried himself to sleep because the next thing he knows, his front door slams open against the foyer wall, julting him off of the photo album and leaving him with dry and confused eyes.

Without much of a second thought, he throws the photo album off his lap and stands frantically from the couch, his head twisting around in an attempt to follow the footsteps scurrying towards the living room.

He knows it’s her just from that sound alone.

“Y/n?” He calls out in question, still delusional from his sleeping state, wondering if he had even woken up at all.

But it’s when he sees her stumbling toward him with soaken and beaten eyes that he knows this isn’t just a dream — that she really is here, back in their home, with him at last. And he would be happy, would be so goddamn happy to have her in front of him again, if she didn’t look so broken.

He can’t stand the sight of her like this.

“Y/n?” He asks again, devastated.

But she doesn’t answer him. Rather, she does the one and only thing her mind can make sense of now that he’s in front of her again.

Her trembling hands cradle the back of his neck before pulling her to him, their lips meeting for a sloppy, drunken, frenzied kiss — one that nearly has Harry falling to his knees before her.

She pushes him onto the couch, barely giving him any time to compose himself before she sits herself down on his lap and kisses him again, hard — harder than before and harder than she ever has, she thinks.

Teeth clattering, tongues battling, mouths opening, lips smothering. It’s desperate and messy and sloppy, but she doesn’t want it any other way.

She knows this feeling. She wants this feeling. It’s what she keeps going back to because it’s safe and warm and familiar. She could be in the middle of nowhere, lost with no direction or any sense of belonging, yet the feel of his lips on hers would somehow make her feel at home, just the way she is.

She moans against him, her hands splayed on the back of his head and neck as if to keep him there — on her, with her.

His hands, however, don’t know where to go. They switch between her arms and her thighs, setting boundaries for himself because he’d give into her in a heartbeat if he were to touch her just right. And he’s already doing so much he shouldn’t, he’d ruin himself if he were to go any further.

So as a subtle way to slow it down, he drags his lips down to her chin before leaving open-mouthed kisses along the shape of her neck — devouring her taste, savoring the sweetness.

He’s missed this. He’s missed her, so much so he can’t even remember the reason he let it all go. Right now, in this moment, nothing seems worth it enough to ever give this up.

He can hardly think straight.

“Y/n, please don’t do this to me…” Harry whines against her collarbone, her touch and smell and feel overwhelming him beyond all forms of comprehension. “This isn’t you. We’ve been here before and —”

“And I want to make it right this time.”

He nearly cries.

He bites down gently on the base of her throat, nibbling at it, a strangled whine falling from his lips as his hands slither to her back, pushing his body up against hers as if to bring her closer. And he growls silently to himself as she starts grinding herself against him.

“Y/n —”

“Stop calling me that!”

“Baby…” He tries again, to which she giggles and smiles as she nibbles on the lobe of his ear. He gets lost in it for a moment — to hear her laugh, to feel her hands rub along his chest and up his neck, to have her so close, like nothing ever happened — but he snaps himself out of it just as quickly as he fell into it. “You’re drunk.”

He tries to reason, to make her see that he does want this, more than anything else in the world, but he can’t. Because if it were to happen again, he wants it to be real. He wants her to mean it, to need it, to be all in it with him the way he’s all in it with her.

He wants her to stay.

“I’m only drunk because I miss you so much.” She confesses breathlessly to him, to which he groans and throws his head back, as if he were in pain. “So give me what I want and nothing else will matter.”

His hands find purchase to her hips, his fingers squeezing at the flesh of them as he tries to steady the movement of her groin against his, desperate to hold himself together. But she makes it so hard when she knows exactly where and how to touch him — when she knows that he can never resist her all over him, begging for more.

His eyes are pinched forward and closed, his head still hanging off the edge of the couch, words seeming to fail him as she moans against his shoulder, sinking her teeth into the flesh of it as she works herself harder against him.

“Fuck, you know I want to.” He croaks out, his hands giving into their urge to wander every dip and curve and inch of her, even the places he shouldn’t. “You know I do.”

Good, she thinks. I want you to want it. I need you to want it. I want you to want it so bad you give it to me all night, all morning, all day. I need you to want me.

She lifts her head up from his shoulder so that she can look at him with a winning smirk, both of her hands fisting at the collar of his t-shirt to steady herself upon his lap, her movements now smooth and effortless, giving him everything he needs to give in.

He lets out a proper moan at this, allowing himself a moment of weakness to feed his undying greed.

His mouth hangs open and practically drools as he touches her in ways he’s been aching to, rubbing himself against her, allowing her lips to wander anywhere and everywhere they craved.

It all feels so good and all so right, he wishes it was enough to make things work, but he knows in his heart that it isn’t.

Not now, at least.

“But I can't — I can’t take advantage of you. I — oh, fuck!” He yelps from below her when her arm sneaks between them so her fingers can scratch at the skin of his upper inner thigh, mercilessly giving him everything that has ever made him feel good.  

And it’s all too much.

One more right touch in the right place and he’s done for, as pathetic and weak as that makes him. But it’s only for her. Only for her does he find himself shuddering and moaning and creeping on the edge for, one push away from falling off, waiting to be caught by her.

After all this time, after all they had been through — all the fighting, all the tears, all the downs and lows they’ve lost themselves in — she still consumes him whole. She still is and forever will be the only person he’ll ever love like this.

There is nothing and nobody else. There is only her.

Which is why he can’t let himself do it. He can’t let her do it.

So right before he reaches the end, his hands frantically grab onto hers and pin them down against each side of his legs, her forehead meeting his shoulder, her body collapsing onto his.

“No!” He bites through clenched teeth and shut eyes, his hands squeezing hers as his body ricochets back to reality, yet still holding her close. “No, no, fuck. No.”

And whatever remained of Y/n’s heart burns to a crisp at that one godforsaken word.

Harry never denies her.

Even at their lowest and darkest moments, her simple touch made him powerless. He succumbed to her even when he told himself he wouldn’t, gave into her touch like a drug he couldn’t get off of no matter how hard he tried, drowned in her love even when he swore he no longer craved it.

It’s the very reason Y/n found herself pregnant in the midst of their downfall. Harry never stopped wanting her.

She should have known that everything was different now, but she never expected it to be like this.

“Oh.” Y/n’s lips tremble, her eyes wide with woe, glossy with burning tears as she looks at him through slow blinks. “I get it, I —”

“Y/n…”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have — I shouldn’t have come. I’m sorry.”

She’s nearly sobbing now, her breaths heavy and frantic as she pushes herself away from him, practically falling off of his lap. And if his head wasn’t so clouded from what had just happened between them, he wouldn’t have let her go.

She’s a mess, a kind he’s never seen in her before and it breaks him in two when he sees her face soaked in tears, her hands trembling as they push her hair back, her eyes looking at everything but him.

He is just so sick of her looking away from him, and so tired of watching her cry.

He never wanted this.

“Wait, wait, wait.” Harry speaks softly, his hand reaching out to grab ahold of hers before she has the chance to walk out on him again. And the shock of his touch is enough to bring her right back to him. “Baby, this is your home more than it is mine. Your son is here, I am here, don’t ever think you have to be sorry for wanting to come home.”

She’s silent for a moment, trying to make sense of his words and what they mean. But it’s so hard to focus on anything other than how good it feels to be holding his hand, and how that’s all it took to get the room to stop spinning around her.

She trusts him.

Whatever he wants out of this and whatever he’s thinking, she trusts. Her body wouldn’t be so reliant on him if she didn’t. And it’s been years since she’s felt this feeling she feels so fiercely now, but she could never mistake it. It was once the most familiar feeling in the world to her.

He rubs at her knuckles, patiently waiting for her to respond. But she doesn’t, her gaze just drunkenly fixated at their intertwined fingers, a hint of longing in her eye.

Even when he’s right here, holding her, convincing her to stay… she still feels as though he isn’t all hers. She wants more of him, as if she hasn’t seen and touched and loved every inch of his body and claimed every last beat of his heart.

She is the only one and yet she feels as though she’ll never be enough for him, after all this time, after all these years spent together. It makes him feel like the worst person in the world.

He lifts her hand up to his lips, as delicate and gentle as possible, just the way she likes.

“And as for kissing me.” He adds, eyes looking up fondly at her as he kisses at her knuckles one by one. “You’re my wife, it’s what I want. I just don’t want us to make the same mistakes we once did.”

He settles her fingers against his mouth for a moment longer before pulling her closer to where he sits, looking insistently in her hopeful eyes.

“If we sleep together… it’ll only drive us more apart, just like it did the last time. And I swear to god —” he hangs his head off the edge of the couch again, his fingers pinching at the bridge of his nose, trying to fathom the idea of it. “If I have to go another day without seeing you, I’m going to fucking lose it. I’m fucking miserable.”

She knows it’s true. Whether she wanted to hear it or not, sleeping together without speaking to one another would only bring them back to the same dark, numbing cycle they’ve been through for far too long now.

But she wants to milk it — wants him to do whatever he can to get her to stay because she needs to know he really wants it, needs to know he really wants her, before it’s too late.

And when Harry lifts his head back up to look at her, his heart nearly explodes from within him.

“Come here.” He tugs softly on her hand, a small smile playing on his lips when he sees Y/n pouting down at him with furrowed brows — the same face she used to make whenever she wanted to be angry with him, but couldn’t. It brings him back to all their happiest times. “Come here!”

He pulls her down to him until she lands on his lap, both of them laughing as she nearly trips over her own two feet.

The moment stills when their eyes meet, however, the giggling dying down and their smiles falling as they captivate each other with just a single look.

His fingers move her hair out of her face, his palm resting on the side of her cheek, his thumb rubbing along the skin of her blush as he admires just how beautiful she’s gotten since the last time he had seen her.

And she does the same to him — her fingers pulling at his hair, dancing along his scalp, humming in admiration as her eyes wander every dip and curve of his face. He is just so perfect, it endlessly mesmerizes her.

“I’ve missed you.” She confesses softly, her gaze trained on his lips, her tongue poking out to lick her own.

“I’ve missed you so much more, my love.”

And they meet for a kiss — a real kiss this time. Not the hungry, desperate, fevered kisses they’ve been sharing since their separation. It’s slow, their lips just settling against each other’s, refusing to move, only leaning in deeper when desired.

It’s how he kissed her on their wedding day.

She remembers how different it was, now, as she feels it again — full of vows and promises, hopes and dreams, a hint of sorrow for all the times he had let her down, and how he’d never wish to do it again.

Quite truthfully, she never wants it to end. She could stay pressed against his lips like this all night and never once get tired of it — would probably beg for more if it ever came down to it. But she doesn’t have to anymore, she knows that now.

They both pull away together, dopey and loopy smiles painted on their faces. And it doesn’t get better than this.

“Can I show you something?” He whispers to her, his thumb pets at her temple, circles and circles. “And know that when I give it to you, it’s me trying to make this right again? No matter how much it hurts?”

His breath falters when her lips press gently against his wrist, humming a small “mhm” against the skin of it.

She always did that whenever she could. Whether he be holding her cheek, or rubbing at her head, or running his fingers through her hair, her lips would seek just the smallest bit more of him. And it always warmed him to feel it. It reminded him that yes, she did in fact love him and want him and need him with the same burning he has for her.

It always felt too good to be true.

And to know that she’s feeling it all over again makes every worry in the world collapse around him, leaving him with nothing but the life he had always desired with her, and the hope that it only gets better from here.

He smiles in endearment, his own lips seeking the sole of her cheek before he turns his body to the fallen photo album, his fingers shaking as he reaches for it.

She gasps before he even has the chance to sit up fully.

“Is that —” she stops before she finishes, her hand flying over her suddenly trembling lips because it is.

He looks at her with eyes full of regret as he holds the photo album out for her to take, but she’s in too much shock. All she can process is that it’s here, still alive in the home they once shared, not shredded and burned and broken like she always thought it was.

And it just doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter that over a year ago, he told her a lie that ripped her apart from the inside out every day since he’d spoken it. It doesn’t matter that all she had left of their wedding were the moments captured in her memory, to which she went back to every night before bed.

It just doesn’t matter because she’s just so happy to see it again — so, so, so fucking happy that she can’t help but sob into her palm, admiring it, somehow at peace with the idea of reuniting with it with her husband right beside her, shedding the same tears as she is.

All she has ever wanted is happening all at once, and she couldn’t ask for more.

“Can we look through it?” She sniffles, her fingers graciously running along the cover of it.

He pulls her in closer, his head nodding, a breathy laugh of euphoria falling from his lips.

As if she even had to ask.

-

It was the next morning that Harry decided he couldn’t do it anymore.

Upon waking up to an empty bed, there wasn’t this overwhelming sense of sadness rippling through him, or loneliness drowning him to his duvets, refusing to set him free. It felt… right, and warm, and safe, and like it had always meant to be this way.

He was weightless as he carried his naked body over to his dresser, where he slipped on a new pair of briefs and one of his plain white t-shirts. He even found himself humming a tune he only ever sang to on good mornings.

And it was when he made his way downstairs that he started to hear his company.

He found Y/n in his day old t-shirt, holding Topher at her hip, flipping pancakes at the stovetop, humming and bouncing to the beat of a song they played during their wedding ceremony.

Her hair was unbrushed, her nail polish chipped, one of her socks pulled too high and the other too low, in her most hungover state. And the world stopped turning then, it seemed. Because it was the most simple and most casual sight to see, yet something he was once so blinded to.

He finally felt at home.

And it was as if nothing else had ever really, truly mattered. His world simply revolved around the two littles ones in his kitchen, getting their hands messy with pancake batter, giggling with every other step they took.

And he knew he couldn’t do it anymore.

Which is exactly how he ended up here — seven hours later, standing on one knee in front of his wife, whose hand fits so perfectly in his.

She sits cross-legged upon the kitchen chair, her plate half empty and on her second glass of her mocktail. And if he had more preparation, he would have taken her out instead of settling for her favorite home cooked meal. But something about doing this here, in the home they once shared together, at their happiest hour, feels much more real to him.

“H? What are you doing?” Y/n asks with wide eyes, looking down at their intertwined hands, squeezing onto his tighter.

“I know we’re already married, but I needed to do this anyway.”

He sucks in a breath as the pad of his thumb passes through her knuckles, slightly flicking her engagement ring in the process.

“When I left earlier, it wasn’t for work. I mean, it was for work but not — but not in the way you may think.”

Y/n tilts her head down at him, her eyebrows furrowed. Her heart races with all the endless possibilities, the pit in her stomach falling with it. And she really does try to not seem worried, but she can’t help but let it crash over her.

She had just gotten her husband back. Finally, she’s his and he’s hers and that’s all she ever wanted. That’s all she ever needed, so how is she expected to say goodbye so soon?

How would she ever survive it?

“I terminated the contract.”

Her heart stops beating.

Her body sits frozen still as Harry bites at his bottom lip, where he hides a smile.

This truly is it — the beginning of their forever, the start to the life they always wanted to share alone, with no distractions, no obligations, no anything besides each other and their child — and he doesn’t want it any other way.

“I’m done with having a career that takes me away from you. And I’m so sick and tired of pretending like this is the life I wanted to have with you. It wasn’t, baby. It isn’t.”

But she just can’t believe what she’s hearing.

The words had translated yet somehow, she can’t make sense of them. She can’t make sense of anything as her mind twists and turns around what they could mean and what it could mean for them as a couple.

“You — you terminated the contract? I don’t — I don’t understand. I —”

"If it were ever to come down to you or my music, I’d choose you in a heartbeat.” The fingers of his free hand twist at her wedding band, hypnotizing her. “I did it all for you — the writing, the touring, the traveling. My future with you was all I ever cared about and yet, I had somehow convinced myself that my music meant more to me, when it never really did.”

Her breaths get deeper and deeper, completely and utterly overwhelmed. And if it weren’t for the tears of happiness leaking from her eyes, Harry wouldn’t know what she’s truly feeling inside.

But he knows. Oh, how he knows.

“I choose you, Y/n. And I choose Topher and I choose our Alaskan home everyday for the rest of our lives. That’s what I choose. That’s what I will always choose.”

It’s those words that make her really start to lose it.

How long she had been waiting for this moment, she can’t even remember anymore. So much time has passed and yet everyday, she dreamed and hoped and prayed and died to hear him say that to her.

She had been waiting for so long, she once believed them to be impossible.

But here he is on one knee again, sacrificing his entire life and heart and soul just to make their marriage right. He wants to leave the music behind rather than leaving her to be all alone. He wants to move away from the life he had built for himself and rather spend the rest of it with her.

He wants her, for the first time in what feels like centuries, he finally wants her.

“But — but you — how? How did you — what did you do?”

“Don’t worry about the how, okay? What matters is that I made it work and I have more than enough to last our family a lifetime. I promise you that.”

One of her hands reaches forward to cup at his cheek, pulling herself closer to him because she needs to feel him, all of him — needs to feel the heat of his skin, the beat of his heart, the warmth of his breath.

She needs it all, all around her, until she drowns in it.

“Don’t care about the money, just — just want to make sure you’re okay.”

His wife is reaching for him, pulling him in, wanting and loving him despite everything he put her through… how could he not be okay?

He’s on top of the world right now.

“Baby, I’m so much more than okay. I have you, don’t I?” She nods her head as she wipes her tears away, sniffling with trembling lips and shaking hands. “Then that’s all I need.”

She sobs against him, her face tucked in his shoulder as he holds her hands between them, kissing at her head.

And sometime in the near future — when Harry and Y/n have found everything they had lost, have grown to be better together than ever spent apart, and have become the best parents they could ever be to their son — he’ll rent out a small venue in the outskirts of town and renew his wedding vows to his wife, whom he plans to never be parted from, even in death.

“So, Y/n, baby love.” They both giggle at the pet name, her head lifting from his shoulder and meeting his eye halfway. “Will you please do the honors of being my lawfully wedded wife, and the mother of our disgustingly perfect child, in our home in Alaska? Forever?”

She nods her head, her thoughts clouded by euphoria, her hand still in her husband’s.

As if he even had to ask.

#THIS REALLY TOOK ME FOREVER #THE WRITERS BLOCK WAS REAL HERE #BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT ANYWAYS :D #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles one shot #harry styles imagine #harry styles imagines

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Hello hello!! All these theories about the new teaser photo for Butter have been making me want to read fics with the same vibe 🤩

Do you know any fics with a theme like a heist, crime scene, casino, ocean’s 11, Miami Vice vibes? 😅 sorry if it’s too specific. It doesn’t have to be exactly like that but similar idea/vibe.

Thank youuuu ✨

Hello, hello! The new Butter concept photo does give off these vibes, right?!?! I immediately thought of Miami Vice too 🤭.

I don’t think there’s a lot? I actually thought of several fics and then I realized they’re more of mafia operations x spies/secret agents or other types of criminal aus. Here are my suggested fics:

🌷 BTS Heist AUs

Stole @silhouetted-beauty - Jungkook | series [7/7] | 62.4k | Heist AU, Thief, Con Artist!JK, Detective!Reader, kind of Star-crossed (criminal vs detective affair)  | S, A, F  

01 02 03 04 05 06 07

This is probably the one in this list that’s most plot-heavy on heist activities and I really love this 💛💛💛

Airplane Pt 2 @xjoonchildx - Jungkook | series [6/6] | 22k |  Criminal JJK x Agent!Reader | S

I added this because it feels thrilling just to hunt for this thief who keeps escaping

Honey @gguksgalaxy  - Yoongi | two shot [2/2] | 30k | Exes AU, OC was asked to bring back “Honey” for a heist, “Can you bring back your lost lover when your hands are stained with the blood of his best friend?” | A, S

heavy on angst and reconciliation between the exes too

For A Good Time, Call: The White Rabbit, Part 2 @yuudetama - Yoongi | two shot | 11.3k | Con Artists, OC is an former con artist, Yoongi suddenly showed up | A, implied F

The Heist @ttakinou - Yoongi | drabble series [7/?] | 10.5k+ | Hacker!Yoongi, Sniper!OC, based on Money Heist, FWB, Action, Drama | A, implied S

So, I saw this on my dash and took note of the fic for future reading. (I’m a sucker for Heist AUs too)

Masque + Demasqued @minstrophywife - Taehyung | two shot | Art Thief!Taehyung x Museum Curator!OC | PWP

Well this is more of pwp but con artist taehyung is so appealing

A Patient Man @7deadlysinsfics - Namjoon | one shot | 3.1k | Criminal!Namjoon, Bank Heist AU | S, A

Not sure, if there’ll be a part 2 because the ending 😱

I added an AO3 fic I really like in my 📕 October Reading List last year.  It’s called 💛 Hei$t. It’s a Jungkook x Reader pairing but OT7 too since they are “fabled Korean gang of thieves” and work on heists as a group. OC is also one but from the competing group. Sadly,  it hasn’t been updated recently. I guess, you can subscribe to the fic so you’ll get notified once author updates?

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#bts fic recs #bts heist au #bts fanfic #bts x reader #bts smut #I guess there's a bit of fluff in most of these fics? #bts angst #jungkook x reader #yoongi x reader #Taehyung x reader #namjoon x reader #🌷 chats #anon #jungkook fic recs #yoongi fic recs #namjoon fic recs #ggukkiereadingcollection

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teach me | myg

⤑ series: be my baby

⤑ pairing: rapper!yoongi x mom!reader

⤑ genre: fluff 

⤑ rating: PG13.

⤑ word count: 5.6K

⤑ warnings: there aren’t any, oop.

⤑ A/N: hello im here, lmao. this was supposed to be on time, but i slept for way longer than i planned... nd then i got lazy, so yeah. i hope you enjoy it, tho!! x

APRIL 26TH, 2020 | 11:18

The elevator doors close as she steps out, long dark hair tied nicely at the top of her head, the curled ends tickling the back of her satin top. The same short woman that had entered your house freely arms full of boxes of clothing Yoongi had bought for Hyunki. Her smile lights up her whole face, perfectly straight white teeth gleaming it almost pulls attention from the endearing dimple at the corner of her lips.

Waving widely when she spots you, lazily dressed in a pair of jeans that just so happened to be clean, a sweatshirt that you were sure belonged to Jungkook or Taehyung at one point. A complete contrast to her well put together attire, she probably had all the time in the world to match her shirt with her form-fitting skirts.

She's bending at the waist after acknowledging you with a sweet smile, now eye level with Hyunki who has not stopped scowling since you were unbuckling his car seat. It was safe to say, he wasn't in the best of moods.

With having to say goodbye to Joon last night and the fact he wanted pancakes for breakfast and you tried your hardest to make it the way 'Kookie-Hyung' did but failed. The fit he threw over that slowly dwindled into the silent treatment (something he was becoming very fond of). He didn't speak a word to you until you were taking him out of the car.

And that was only to tell you that he could walk on his own.

Now, though, with this strange woman in front of him; he's shifting closer to you. Tiny fist clutching at the fabric of your jeans. “Hi! You must be Hyunki?” She says brightly, reaching out for a handshake – like actually offering her hand out to a three-year-old. You hold back the urge to roll your eyes.

Hyunki eyes her palm for a moment, pondering what she expects him to do with it – no bout. Before he's dragging his eyes up to her face, realizing just how close she is to him. He takes a step back.

“We don't have to stand this close,” You detect the attitude in his voice and normally you'd be reminding him of his manners. Especially with people older than him. But the kid had a point, there was no reason for her to be in his face like that. 

Clearing her throat, slight embarrassment flashes through her eyes she stands. Straightening her shirt on her body. “I'm Jiso, by the way. Yn, right?” She tries, offering her hand out to you.

And you take it, pushing a smile onto your lips as you nod your head. “Where's Yoongi?” Lifting a bit on your tiptoes you peek over her shoulder as if he'd appear if you looked hard enough.

“Oh! He's on his way down. I just wanted to come say hi,” Her eyes shift back down to Hyunki, to find he's become fascinated with one of the toys he managed to smuggle out of the house. “They look so much alike,” Jiso seems in awe by her own words, by the fact a son could actually look like his father.

This time you're actually rolling your eyes, out of habit. It's subtle and automatic and if she notices it she doesn't say anything. The moment grows stale, awkward. She's shifting on her feet, looking between you and Hyunki with that smile on her face and you're considering scooping him up and going to wait for Yoongi in the car.

As if he had sensed your distress, Yoongi is stepping off the elevator with a hustle. The corners of his lips lifting until he's full-blown grinning as his eyes shift from you to Hyunki who has cracked his first smile since this morning.

“What's up, buddy?” Without a moment of hesitation, Yoongi is crouching down and lifting Hyunki off of the ground. He's curling into his side instantly, head falling on his shoulder as his eyes flutter closed. “Did he not sleep well last night?” His words directed to you, while Jiso stands on the sidelines – listening.

“He's in a bad mood. Joon left last night and he had a hard morning.” You don't miss the way his head lifts at the mention of Namjoon, on high alert now. Fully tapped into the conversation.

Quickly, you go over the 'need knows' for the day. The schedule Hyunki's on and certain things that calm him down. Signs that he's anxious or upset. Ways to avoid a meltdown. Yoongi nods along, taking the information you're giving him all while bouncing Hyunki on his side.

Jiso watching with hearts in her eyes the entire time. You're positive the girl hasn't blinked since Yoongi was stepping off the elevator. “Daddy's gonna get you something yummy for lunch, how does that sound?” Yoongi speaks softly to the little boy in his arms, who only nods – not pulling his attention from his toy.

“Call me if you need anything, okay?” He turns his head only for a moment to grant you a nod. “Don't worry too much, okay?” There's teasing in his tone and it's obvious he's noticed your reluctance.

Not that you had any problem leaving Hyunki with him, of course not – Yoongi was his dad and you wanted them to spend as much time together as they possibly could. You just knew how Hyunki was when he was grumpy, not wanting things to get out of hand where Yoongi was overwhelmed.

Yoongi overwhelmed was much like Hyunki grumpy. A mess.

Poking a gentle finger at his shoulder to let him know you mean business, “Call me.” You repeat. Turning your attention to Hyunki, your hand gently grasping his cheeks to pucker his lips. There's smile in his eyes despite the way he tries to fight it, still mad at you.

Standing this close, Yoongi can't help but admire you. The gentle slope of your nose, long lashes that dust over the tops of your cheeks. Cheeks bones that seem much more defined than he remembered. Jaw much more angled. Grown-up.

“I love you. I love you. And I love you.” A baby kiss sealing each confession that has your son grinning at the end of it. “You're gonna listen to daddy today, right? Who's the boss?”

Reluctant to say it, he rolls his big eyes before huffing out, “Mister Yoobi.” Had rehearsed it all of yesterday when you were first telling him that he'd be spending all day today with Yoongi.

“Good boy. Stay with daddy. And I'll come get you later?” He's nodding his head with a small smile, cheek finding Yoongi's shoulder as you lean down to press a kiss to his soft cheek. A tiny wave bye, before you're turning to leave – only to be stopped by the grasp on your elbow.

Yoongi gently dragging you back and he's got that look on his face. One that you're all too familiar with, could point it out in a lineup. The glint in his eye, the smirk on his lips. “Does daddy get a kiss too?” Voice gruff, words mumbled only for you.

Despite the rapid heating up of your cheeks, your eyes roll. “No,” Easily wiggling from his grasp before you're turning your attention back to Hyunki. “Goodbye. I love you.” You repeat with a grin, pressing a kiss to his forehead before stepping back.

He watches you until you're ducking into your car, rolling the window down to wave obnoxiously before driving off.

“Mommy should give Daddy kisses too, don't you think, Hyunki?” Yoongi's asking while handing over his son's backpack to Jiso, who had patiently been waiting for the couple moment to be over.

With a shrug of his shoulder, Hyunki continues fooling around with the toy in his hand. “She probably ran out.” The deadpan tone of his voice, a less mature version of the voice Yoongi uses when he's not interested in something. Like to the T.

“She can give me kisses and you kisses, Hyunki. They're different kisses, so she should have enough.” Now joined by his two bodyguards, Yoongi heads toward the back doors with his son in his arms.

Hyunki lets out a huff, pausing for a moment to eye the men that are now following him and his dad. He recognizes them as the ones who brought his gifts, so he's turning his attention back to Yoongi. “Mommy can give me kisses, duh. And Joonie too. So not enough.”

A stutter in his steps and a sideways glance to his son. Surprise written on his features, not expecting the familiar matter-of-fact tone to come out of such a small little human. Yoongi can't fight the laugh that falls from his lips, eyes rolling at his son's words.

“What do you want to eat?”

Hyunki is perking up instantly, eyes going wide. “Cheesecake!” He shouts with a raise of his little arms. With a laugh, Yoongi is nodding and securing him into his brand new car seat before sliding in the back beside him.

A bodyguard blocking Hyunki from the window and the other sat in the front seat. Leaning back against his seat, with his arms crossed over his chest, Yoongi gets comfortable as his driver pulls out of the parking space.

“Cheesecake Factory.” He directs, the smile on his face growing as Hyunki happily claps his hands.

APRIL 26TH, 2020 | 13:02

That kid could eat. Yoongi is deciding with a smirk on his face as Hyunki finishes his second slice of cheesecake. Of course, that wasn't the only thing he ate. Much to Hyunki's annoyance, he was told to order some real food before dessert. 

He softened at the sight of the chicken tenders being placed in front of him, a large helping a fries set beside it. Digging in with a loud 'Thank you!' and the biggest of smiles on his face.

They're able to fall into easy conversation, Hyunki going on about what happened at the zoo, and how he never knew penguins were that huge. Laughing loudly when he talked about the way Taetae tried to talk to a tiger and how Kookie-Hyung got scared by a bear.

Yoongi listened the entire time, simply enjoying the sight of his son so excited to share. The stories continue throughout the car ride home, short stretches of silence falling among them before Hyunki is perking up.

“Did you know giraffes talk with their butts? Their mouths don't work or something.” He says as Yoongi straps him in his seat, reaching his hand to ruffle his hair before getting in beside him.

It's a moment before they start driving a quick exchange between Yoongi in the driver. Which lasted too long for Hyunki who is still waiting for an answer to his question. His small hand reaches out to gently tug on his sleeve to pull his attention.

“Dad, you have to listen because you don't know.” Yoongi's eyes are going wide at the name. But Hyunki is going on without missing a beat. Repeating his fun fact as normal. Then spewing ten more in the same breath.

Yet, Yoongi can't bring himself to focus. To take in the new information that he probably won't end up using anyway. The only thing he can hear is his son calling him 'Daddy' for the first time, making all of this so real. Min Hyunki. His little boy. His son. Trying to get his attention, wanting his attention while he speaks.

Warmth spreads throughout Yoongi's body as a smile breaks onto his features. Dad. He liked the sound of that. Who he was, who wanted to be. He was 'Dad' now.

“Are you even listening, Mister Yoobi?” Hyunki speaks as the car is being parked and he's realizing none of his fun facts have gotten a reaction. Back to 'Mister Yoobi' so fast, it must've been a fluke. Fantastic.

With a huff, Yoongi is shaking his head. “Sorry, buddy. My head was somewhere else. Tell me one more time.” Hyunki doesn't hesitate to restart his story, allowing Yoongi to pull him from his car seat, carrying him on his side as they enter the building.

This time, Yoongi is tuned into what his son is saying. Fascinated by how much he knows about animals, and wildlife, and just life and general. A lot more than an average three year old would know he's sure.

“Is that your favorite animal?” He asks as Hyunki finishes saying how Koala's sniff their leaves to know which is the tastiest. He nods with a wide smile, cheek resting comfortably on his shoulder. “I love them, they sleep so long too.”

Yoongi carries his son the entire way to his studio, setting him down once they've reached the door. Jimin had texted just twenty minutes before about how he, Jin, and Hobi had just arrived. Behind the door, ready to meet Hyunki.

Carefully advised by you, Yoongi takes to preparing him for what awaits on the other side of the door. In hopes to prevent any disastrous incident. The steps you laid out for him, echoing in his mind as he speaks – not wanting to mess anything up.

“Are you having fun with Daddy so far?” He asks, genuinely curious but also serving as a reminder for Hyunki. He nods quickly, smiling wide up at him. “I had two slices of cheesecake!” He grins as if Yoongi hadn't been there to watch the kid inhale them.

“You did. Daddy has some friends that want to meet you. Only three of them,” He holds up his hand to show three fingers. “Daddy likes them a lot. Do you think you want to say 'Hi'?”

Hyunki's nose is scrunching at the mention of new people. A concept he's not all too fond of. He liked the people that he knew and didn't understand why his Mommy and now his Daddy was always adding someone new.

Saying 'Hi' won't hurt, though, right? He didn't want to be rude because he knew that Mommy wouldn't like that. She always said it was good to greet people when they want to meet you. So, just saying hi is fine.

Slowly, he's nodding his head. Causing a smile to spread over Yoongi's lips. “Great. If you don't like them, you tell me. I'll kick them out.” There's laughter in his voice, but Hyunki takes his joke seriously. Mister Yoobi was on his side if these new friends were too scary for him.

Quickly typing in the code to open the door with one hand, Yoongi holds onto his son's hand with the other. The light beeps green before the door is pushing open, revealing his studio.

The size of a one bedroom apartment, complete with instruments, monitors, soundboards, a recording booth tucked in the corner. A shower across from that which held a few of his clothes for the nights he spent in here. Fridge fully stocked with drinks and snacks for those nights as well, neatly placed by the large L-shaped couch pushed against the wall.

A lot of his time was spent in this room, so he wanted to make it as homey as possible. His friend's appreciated that too.

Hobi sat upright on the couch, scrolling through his phone with one hand while he toyed with Jin's hair with the other. Head rested on his thigh as he chatted with Jimin across the room who was playing a computer game, only half-listening to the words coming from his elder's mouth.

The sound of the door slamming shut is catching Jimin's attention before anyone, his head turning toward the sound. “Is that him?” He rushes, eyes wide as he scrambles to his feet.

Hyunki is quick to shuffle behind Yoongi's leg, hands grasping his pant leg just as he had done with his mother earlier. Jimin puts a slow to his steps noticing the kid's actions, pushing an easy smile on his face.

“He's a bit shy,” Yoongi explains, bending to pick his son off of the floor. Holding him to his side. “Look, buddy, see. These are my friends. That's Park Jimin, Jin, and Hobi.” Pointing as he introduces them.

The small boy stares at Jimin from his comfortable position in his dad's arms. Studying the man that stands before him, from his pink hair to his black boots. Then all of a sudden, he's pushing his hand out, smiling big. “I'm Hyunki!”

Jimin laughs, stepping forward to take the small hand into his. He shakes it, watching the way Hyunki's smile grows until it's a spitting image of his dad's gummy smile. “Absolute insanity.” He says with a shake of his head, dropping the little boy's hand before lifting his to ruffle his hair.

“You look exactly like your daddy.”

Hyunki's head is whipping to the side, studying the features of his father's face for a moment before he's turning his attention back to Jimin. “Thank you.” He says with a nod of his head, wiggling as a signal to be let down.

Yoongi does just that, setting him on his feet as he walks further into the room. “How's hanging out with him without Yn?” Speaking in a bit of a whisper, Jimin steps closer to Yoongi to deliver his words.

“It's actually been alright, we went to eat and-,” Yoongi fills his friend in on his time with his son while Hyunki takes deliberate steps across the room. Stopping in front of the couch where Hobi and Jin sit.

Hands propped on his hips, he stares the two of them down. Jin is staring right back with a squint, determined to win this unspoken staring contest while Hobi watches on amused.

“What's up, baby Yoongi?” Hobi is breaking the silent exchange after a few moments pass. Hyunki's eyes shifting from Jin up to Hobi. “Shit, he looks exactly like you. Fucking insane.” Words delivered to Yoongi with wide eyes.

Lowering himself at his computer desk, Yoongi rolls his eyes. “Don't curse in front of the kid. Yn will chop my shit.” Never a blatant discussion had between the two of you, but he figured it was safe to assume that you didn't want your kid with a trucker's mouth.

“You're bad at this,” Jin speaks with a laugh, sitting up from his seat as he offers Hyunki a high-five. He's quickly slapping his hand onto his, a large smile breaking onto his features.

Hyunki is back to exploring the room in an instant, slowly becoming comfortable with his surroundings. His daddy's friends were a lot different than the too big smiling people that he sometimes met when he was out with his Mommy.

They always got too close, voice raising too high when they talked to him. Daddy's friends were different. Calmer. Hyunki liked that. Able to relax like he is when he's with Taetae or Kookie-Hyung, and even Joonie now.

His eyes are widening at the side of the familiar instrument in the corner of his room. Tiny feet carrying him as he rushes to it. “Mister Yoobi, you didn't say you had a pinado!?” He's grinning as he looks back to where Yoongi is sitting.

“Yeah. You want to look at it?” Yoongi is standing long before Hyunki is nodding his head. Making his way out to him and easily lifting him onto the piano bench while scooting beside him.

As soon as he's lifting the cover, Hyunki's fingers are reaching for the keys. His back is straightening and as soon as his fingers begin to move a melodic rhythm fills the studio. It isn't super complex, just a few notes repeating over and over but Yoongi is in awe at the sight of his son effortlessly playing the piano right before his eyes.

“Where did you learn to do that?” Yoongi is asking just as Hyunki finishes his first melody and starting a new one.

With his eyes focused on his fingers, he shrugs a shoulder. “Taetae showed me. But it's easy.” Of course, it'd be easy, do you know who your dad is? The response is fresh on Yoongi's tongue, but he doesn't say anything.

To enthralled at the pure talent of his son. Three years old, able to make a tune. Fingers barely able to reach the flat keys, but he manages with slight effort. He can recognize the song as a nursery rhyme but altered with an original twist. Genius.

“Here, let daddy show you something.” Yoongi is reaching for his son with easy, lifting him from his part of the bench and setting him onto his lap. He brings his own hands to the keys, playing the beginning notes of one of his songs. The last song on his latest album.

Hyunki's eyes are wide as he watches the movement of his dad's finger. An actual song, he can tell. “Did Taetae teach you too?” He's asking, twisting his body so he can get a good look at his face.

A soft laugh lights his features as he shakes his head. “Nope. Daddy taught himself.” The littlest of gasps is leaving Hyunki's lips as he turns to face the keys again. Hands lifting to cover his father's before he's tilting his head back to look at him.

“Teach me too, then.” 

APRIL 26TH, 2020 | 19:23

As the hours ticked on, Hyunki became more and more comfortable with Yoongi and his friends. He went from playing the piano (halfway learning one of Yoongi's songs) to watching videos on Jimin's phone.

As someone who doesn't usually let anyone touch their phone, Jimin was oddly quick to offer up the device when Hyunki he was complaining that he was bored. Cueing up video after video, with the sole purpose of making the young boy laugh.

From there he was moving on to show off his toy to Hoseok, pulling it apart and quickly putting it back together while he oohed and awed at the display. The two of them were quickly falling into a game of imagine, Hobi making sound effects as they went along.

And before long he was settling beside Jin on the couch, leaning on him as the adults discussed where they'd go for dinner. It had only been one minute since Hyunki whined about being hungry, the snacks that were given to him not cutting it anymore.

“What about you, Mister Hyun? What do you want to eat?” Hyunki perks up at the new attention, finger tapping against his chin as he thinks about the options that he could possibly have.

He doesn't think for long, seeming to have what he wanted picked out before he was even brought into the conversation. “Pizza!” He shouts with a clap of his hands, eyes lifting to find Yoongi who seems to be contemplating the suggestion. “Pizza, Mister Yoobi?” A slight pout taking over his features, brows turned in.

Jimin finds a pizza place pretty quickly on his phone and it's not long before the five of them are filing out of the business and into the cars.

Hours have passed since then. While they were out, Yoongi was struck with a certain bit of inspiration. All the new feelings of spending time with his kid, hanging out with his friends, things finally seeming a bit more clear with you... he's giddy to get back to the studio to work.

“Can Park take me out for ice cream?” Hyunki is asking with the sweetest of smiles, Jimin a few steps behind him flashing a matching convincing grin. Yoongi is nodding his head instantly, laughing at the loud 'Yay!' that leaves both of their lips before they're turning to leave the room – Jin and Hoseok trailing behind them.

Yoongi's sat at his desk when you arrive, your sharp knock pulling him from his musical world. He's pulling the door open a few moments later, his lips lifting into the smile once he's seeing you.

Dressed differently from this morning. Instead of the comfy clothes you had dropped Hyunki off in, you're wearing a dress. One that hugs your body nicely, but still casual enough to be worn with sneakers. And that's not it, you've put on makeup. The whole ordeal, from lashes to lipstick.

And he's seriously fighting the urge to kiss you. Fuck, how long it's been since he's kissed you.

Leaning forward, you poke your head into the booth, searching its emptiness just like you had done in the first room. Turning, your brows furrow as you look up at your ex. “Where's Hyunki?”

“The guys took him out for ice cream.”

You're nodding at his words, lowering yourself onto the couch across from him. The same couch for some reason kept up in the time that passed but still old. It was the only thing you recognized about the studio. His higher status in the company granting him with all these new perks, it seemed.

“You didn't want to go?” Yoongi's settling into the seat across from you at his desk. “I wanted to wait for you.” There's obvious sweetness in his tone and you can't deny the easy effect he has on you.

Even when he's saying something as simple as that. Something so plain. Of course, he'd wait for you, he knew you were on your way. So duh, he'd want to wait for you. That didn't stop the flutter in your heart, though.

“What did you guys do today?” This was weird. Filling the silence with small talk. Footing not quite right between the two of you, still figuring things out between each other. You wanted to focus to be on Hyunki and Hyunki alone, but that didn't take away from the fact of how badly he wanted to touch you.

And not even in the sexual sense. Well, yes in the sexual sense – but that wasn't it. He missed being able to hold your hand, play with your face, wrap his arms around your waist. He just missed you. Even now when you were sitting right in front of him. He still missed you.

But like you said, for Hyunki's sake. “A lot. Took him for lunch and dinner. Hung out around here. I taught him how to play a song on the piano.” The smile that takes over your features sets a stutter in Yoongi's heart.

But he ignores it.

“He's getting real good at that.” Of all the times you found him practicing with Taehyung. Adamant to get every last key correct, annoyed each time he'd mess up, starting over from the top every single time. Just like his dad.

You'd be a fool to say you didn't wish things turned out differently. That you had never left and the two of you could've raised Hyunki together. It was crazy how similar the two of them were and they didn't even know each other.

Imagine if they had. How special that would be.

“You want to hear something I've been working on?” He speaks to fill the silence and you're instantly perking up – nodding your head. One of your favorite things was to hear his unfinished work, he'd always ask you for your opinion and it made you feel that much more connected to him when he was taking your advice.

It's natural, how fast you stand as he's scooting back from the computer desk. Don't even think as you're lowering yourself into his lap before he has the chance to get up for you to sit. Something he had entirely planned on doing.

As soon as your bum is settled on his thigh, you're realizing your mistake. Eyes going wide, but you don't move. You're committed at this point so you're acting as if your heart didn't just enter a hundred-yard sprint and leaning back against his chest.

“Show me.”

Yoongi's hesitant at first. Not sure if he should move or move you, but at the same time not wanting to do anything about it. He finds comfort in having you this close. The smell of your sweet shampoo tickling his nostrils. You haven't changed it. You didn't seem to have a problem with this, so why should he? Right?

Why should he? So he's lifting his arm to wrap around your waist with swiftness, pulling your body tighter against his as he reaches for the headphones that lay on his desk. He's securing them on your head with one hand, not willing to unwrap his arm from around you to use both.

“It's only half-finished, but be honest.”

There aren't any words. But you can already tell it's much different from the type of music he's usually putting out. Brighter. Instead of the heavy notes he usually uses, this one sounds more fun? 

Something that could potentially be sung along to. Was he planning on singing? The beat shifts and you assume that's where the chorus would be. More bass is added to the sound. Was he going to dance too?

This was so different, but you liked it. Like a lot. Excited to see what he'd do with this since the poppy tune was so unlike him. The beat slows toward the end and even though he isn't listening, he's perking up when it's fading out.

Watching you expectantly, almost nervously as he waits for your input. He too noticed the different approach he had when creating this beat. Determined to try something new, detached from the last two albums he released. Something to stand on his own, that would make fans go: Oh, he can do that too?

“It's really good.” You say first to ease his worries. “Like scary good, you know? It's not what you expect when you turn on Agust D... but I don't know? I like it.” The corners of his lips lift at your praise, you could literally see the nervousness melting away.

It's only gone for a moment before worry is striking his brow again. Teeth tugging at his lower lip gently. “You're not just saying that, right? You think people will like it?” You can't help the smile that breaks onto your features at his words, hand instantly reaching forward to grasp his chin.

Like you've done a million times before. Something you'd began to do to Hyunki too when he was feeling some type of way. Yoongi's lips pucker from the push of your hand, eyes widening as you lean in – almost certain that you're going to kiss him. But you don't, well not exactly. Your lips are finding his forehead, landing two short kisses to his skin.

“You're so serious.” You mumble, not thinking much of it.

If this were three years ago, it wouldn't be a big deal. Sort of your catch phrase when he was stressing himself out about things he didn't have to worry about. Things that were out of his control. It's only after you're seeing the way he's looking at you do you realize it's not three years ago.

Ready to throw caution to the wind, not a care in the world. Just you. In his arms, putting his lips on him. He didn't care where. After so long without your touch, he'd settle for anything at this point.

Obviously too comfortable in this space, on his lap, things started to feel familiar and you acted out of turn. Inappropriate. You were the one that asked not to pursue anything, so what were you doing?

An apology fresh on your tongue, as you pull your body from his grasp. Ready to assure him that you were caught up and that that... that was just a slight relapse. The words don't leave your lips, though – because the door is bursting open and loud laughter is instantly filling the room.

“Mommy! You came back for me!” Hyunki is yelling over the ruckus, climbing out of Jin's grasp and bolting in your direction.

A forced laugh leaves your lips, the awkward tension taking a while longer to dissipate, you lower yourself to scoop Hyunki off of the floor. “Of course, I'd come back for you, baby. Did you have fun with daddy, today?”

“I had two slices of cheesecake and ice cream!” The amount of sweets not something you'd usually root for, but you hold back on chastises either of them. Still stunned from how you acted, how you almost acted.

“That's good, baby. I'm so happy for you. Why don't you give daddy hugs, we gotta go get ready for bed.” Hyunki's nodding at your words, climbing from your arms to Yoongi's outstretched ones.

He sets his cheek on his chest, small arms wrapping around him as he squeezes. Yoongi's slow at lifting his arms, holding his kid close once he finally does. “I'll see you tomorrow, okay, buddy?”

Hyunki nods with a smile, turning his attention to the boys that have sprawled around the room. “You guys can come see me tomorrow too!” He shouts and much to your surprise, Jimin is the first to agree.

Taking his time to say goodbye to everyone and you wait patiently until he's saying he's ready to go. He's leading you out of the room as if he owns the place. As if he's been there a million times and you're the one that needs the guide.

Yoongi watches as you go, a measly smile offered in his direction before you're turning the corner. Despite not being able to see you anymore, he didn't look away. Still trying to wrap his head around what just happened.

You had kissed him. On the forehead, yeah. Seemed like a high-five in comparison to all you've done before. But it was something. Something after nothing in years. And now he was determined. More ready than before to fix things with you.

More than ready to be a family.

— when the love of his life suddenly vanishes, he drives himself mad looking for her. seemingly erased from the world, he’s forced to pick up the pieces of his life and move on… fast forward three years and someone who looks a lot like the woman he lost is being spotted, holding a kid with an oddly familiar gummy smile…

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Lost rings and fights

marvelous-nerdd-deactivated2019 asked: Hello😊I was wondering if you could please do a Peter hale x reader with prompts 30, 10 and 2? Thank you💕

2:  “I love you”    10:“Go, I don’t want you here”   30:  Find what you’re looking for?”

Warnings: angst with a fluffy end! Swearing, mentions of chopping a dick off

A/N: first teen wolf fic in a long time! Thanks for requesting and I hope you like it

You and Peter were in a relationship. To be fear it wasn’t the most secure relationship for you as he never really seemed into it. You couldn’t blame him as he has trust issues so when he found you in his room in the loft looking for something you had lost he got angry and suspicious. After Kate, he didn’t really trust women anymore. 

“find what you’re looking for?” His voice surprised you as you had your back turned against him and the little jump you did from that only deepens his suspicions, he didn’t think about a sudden loud voice when your not expecting it can be scary at the moment. Derek had let you in as he was leaving knowing Peter was on his way back anyways. 

He didn’t know that you being alone in the loft rummaging as you were looking for a ring you lost would trigger Peter the way it did. “Y/N What the fuck are you doing!” you turn to look at him “I was looking for m-” he didn’t let you finish your sentence “I don’t care, get out” confusion set itself on your face by the outburst, you knew Peter had a temper but this came as a surprise and was unexpected. 

“Peter, what’s wrong? I’m just looking for --” Again he cuts you off before you can finish. He was angry and felt betrayed he didn’t care what you were looking for. Was it family secrets, money, something that could hurt him or his family? All he knows is that you were in the loft when neither he nor Derek was there. Had you broken in?

“Peter!?” you hadn’t known about Kate or what she had done to his family. So this behavior almost scared you. “Peter what’s going on, why are you so angry?” he was panting eyes flashing from his human to his wolf eyes. “Go, LEAVE” his breath was in pants and it scared you. You knew his family was wolves as you had met them while they were chasing down a very wolfy Liam during a full moon he lost control, but you had never seen it up close like this. 

“Peter, what’s going on” “GO, I don’t want you here” his fist slammed into the wall next to him and made a decent-sized hole in the wall as you ran under his hand down the stairs and opening and slamming the heavy loft door. It had terrified you and you didn’t know what had happened. All you knew is that he had never been like this and that it scared you to see him like that. So you just ran home and tried to calm your heart that was slamming against your chest.

When Derek came back home and saw a big hole in the wall looking into Peter’s room he made a joking remark that the two of you had gone too wild. But when the answer he got back was that he had gotten angry when he found you snooping and rummaging in his room he was surprised. “Peter, Y/N wasn’t snooping they were looking for a ring they lost the last time they were here. I let them in” At Derek’s words guilt and regret flooded Peter’s mind. “They were looking for their ring. She tried to tell me and I cut them off! I thought they were like Kate for a moment and I just snapped”

Derek obviously disappointed with his uncle just shook his head I hope you didn’t scare her away forever Peter she was one of the good ones, the nice ones” Peter let out a groan of his stupidity, he has ruined it hadn’t he. He now had to look for a way to make up for him snapping and getting as angry as he did. First thing first he grabs the ring you lost last time you were there, he had found it after you left and had put it in a drawer in his bathroom. 

Then he wanted to get you another ring, not an engagement ring as the two of you only had been together for half a year but a kind of promise ring where he would promise to talk things out with you and try to not get angry like that again. Then he gets you flowers and some take-out before going to your house to apologize. He knocks on your door and hides behind flowers. When you open the door he just blurts out what he wanted to say. 

“Before you say anything just know that I love you and I am so sorry about earlier. I’ve never had any luck with relationships and the last one I thought would last was with the woman that killed most of my family so I have a hard time trusting!”

The quick words had to register before you could say anything. You just nodded a bit “Ok, why don’t you come inside and we’ll talk it out. But peter if you ever do something like that again I will chop your dick off” He stopped in his tracks of your words and only looks over at you and looks in your eyes and see no hint of humor or deception in them so he knows your very serious.

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Ello there! May I request C,H,and K for Emu,Mizuki,An, and Haruka?

C, H & K

S/o preference: gender neutral

Pairings: Ootori Emu, Akiyama Mizuki, Shiraishi An, Kiritani Haruka

Warnings: None

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

Emu's hugs are usually forward and tight, her smaller frame squeezing you still like a bear. she is sometimes unaware of how strong her grip might be, apologizing afterwards for her sturdy hold. the position/direction isn't specified, and she pretty much just hugs you whenever she wants, which is all the time.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

Being her bold self, she smoothly drags your hand off together with her adventurous shenanigans, regardless of PDA. she's very onward when it comes to holding you or showing you affection, and isn't embarassed in the slightest.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

Even with her uncomplicated ways of showing her fondness, it would be her (s/o) who initiates it. despite all the touchy hugs or head pats you two share, she is oblivious, naive; innocent minded. of course she's aware of the whole subject, but.. a part of her feels flustered about it.

With Emu's short height, (depends on how tall her partner would be) she would usually be on her tippy toes, lips trying to reach yours barely enough. if her (s/o) is presumably the same size as her, then be ready for surprise attacks. she would shower the hell out of you, kissing your cheeks constantly.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

Hugs with Mizuki often end up being one-sided, mainly because they usually embrace you while you are doing your work, as they use this as a sign for the two of you to cuddle in a more comfortable position.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

Mizuki actually isn't much of a fan of PDA, and has never held your hand outside, where strangers could look at the two of you. they don't feel like it's a very important aspect to showing/expressing affection, a part of them anxious at the particular eyes watching.

If hand holding is initiated by their partner, then Mizuki wouldn't have any problems with it, their grasp loosey and light, enough to let go of your hand at any moment.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

It would be Mizuki, hands down. they don't really make much thought about the setting; what time, where it happens, what kind of mood environment it would be. they would simply show their affection to you when they feel it's a good time.

It would depend on the frame of mind. Mizuki prefers kissing you directly on the lips, sometimes becoming rough.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

An loves side cuddles! the way she is free to hold her partner's waist line is pretty much a win-win, not only that, she could see your reactions very clearly when she embraces you. she usually surprises you with one when she finds a certain something about you adorable.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

She would highly prefer holding hands in public, mostly because she would easily be enamored with store displays/catch a friend or acquaintance of hers and is in need to greet them, etc.. but that's highly up to you, of course! she doesn't want to make you feel uncomfortable, and the two of you could easily hold hands privately, whenever she wanted to.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

It's not much of a surprise that An was the one who started it. she was very intrigued at the thought. what kind of face would you make if she suddenly kissed you? you'd be off-guard, wouldn't you? the thrill just filled her temptations far too much.

She isn't very hungry when it comes to them, though. she's still trying to learn on how to get good at them, so they would be short but filled with heartfelt. most of them can be sudden, mostly a peck on the cheek.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

Hugs with Haruka aren't frequent, but when they happen, it would be her partner hugging her from behind. she believes that touching isn't everything to love, another bit of it being her embarassed about holding you in a way.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

Holding hands with her in public isn't something you've experienced before, but when the two of you are alone, taking a break from things, she would often play with your upper palm while searching/browsing about new news about Idol related reports.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

Like An, Haruka normally kisses you on the cheek, the session short but sincere. the unexpected detail was her beating you to it, suddenly rewarding you with one.

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