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leonw4nter · 3 months

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Boy So Pretty, You’re All I See

Boyfriend!RE2R!Leon x F!Reader

“It feels so good to be back home for the break,” you softly sigh as you drive your rental car to your parents’ house. There’s about 5 minutes left for the drive, the both of you tired from various flights but still excited to see your parents again.

“Yeah. I was starting to miss Mr. and Mrs. L/N,” Leon sheepishly admits. “Mrs. L/N’s chicken curry tastes heavenly.”

His words tug a little giggle out of you; if anything, your parents might be missing Leon more than they do with you– they’ve basically taken him in as their own son. Your parents spoil him each time they get to see him: packing him food that he loves whenever it’s time for you two to go back home, giving him stress-relieving teas, making sure he always takes his vitamins and whatnot. You’re thankful that you’ve got parents who treat Leon so warmly, especially since he’s been an orphan for most of his life and have probably only felt this kind of parental love now.

“My parents will be hugging you first before they rush over to me. They’ll probably make sure you sit down before I do but I know you love the attention.” You tease, which tugs the corners of Leon’s boyish, pink lips skyward.

“Maybe.”

After the final turn to a street, you finally spot your parents’ house. Leon sits up, adjusting his round glasses and pushing it up at his nose bridge; his eyes shimmer with anticipation, probably charging up with a cuddly bear hug for both your parents as soon as he’s done helping you lug your bags inside.

You pull up into the driveway and do the backing, parking the car neatly before pulling the key off of the ignition and opening the door to get out. Before you could even pull the handle, Leon zips up from his seat and briskly runs over to your side, almost tripping over himself in the process just to be the one to open your door. He finally gets to your side, slightly out of breath. Along with the chillier weather, his cheeks and the tips of his ears are flushed pink and his glasses have slid down his nose again, the lenses foggy.

“Whatever happened to ‘ladies first’?” You ask with a playful smirk, stepping out of the driver’s seat.

“I can always close your door and walk back inside so you can get out first–,” he playfully proposed as he started to close the door at a snail-like pace.

“On second thought.” You interrupt as you push the door open and finally step outside, flashing Leon a toothy grin.

You two walk to the back of the car, lifting the trunk to take out the luggages and bags you two had brought along. Of course, Leon opted to take the heavier ones so you’d get the lighter ones instead (ever the gentleman that he is).

“Normally, I’d say ‘take a picture, it’ll last longer’ but you’ve already got so much pictures of my arms on your phone and I worry for your storage,” he quips as he notices your shameless ogling at his arms and hands. Despite his attention being turned to taking suitcases out, he still managed to catch a glimpse of you from the corner of his eyes.

“Shut up!” You protested. “I do not have a photo album of your arms, you’re just vain.” You do, in fact, have a photo album full of pictures of his arms. It’s not your fault when they look absolutely munchable especially now that the sleeves of his navy blue bomber jacket are rolled to his elbows, showcasing the pale blue of veins beneath his skin.

Shortly after, all the suitcases were out and the trunk is now empty. With a click to the doorbell, you two wait on the front steps with thrilled smiles. Before you know it, your dad opens up the door and in the blink of an eye his face lights up. He hugs you tight, patting your back as he goes on about how long he’s missed you and your boyfriend.

“Honey, what’s all that fuss about? Close the door!” You hear your mom call out from somewhere in the house.

“Hi, Mrs. L/N!” Leon happily booms. Even if you two don’t even see her yet, he’s already got his arms above his head and are waving them. Your mom dashes for the door at a comical speed, her own face lighting up like your dad’s when she sees Leon.

“Leon!” she gushes as she jogs over to Leon and gives him a warm welcome hug. “How’ve you been?”

“Never felt better, ma’am.”

“That’s good to hear, you’re looking better than when I last saw you! How’s law school?”

He shyly laughs, placing his hands on the pockets of his acid-washed jeans. “Aw, psh. You don’t look so bad yourself, ma’am. You’re radiant! Law school’s alright, it gets a little complicated at times but that’s nothing I can’t deal with, right?”

Your mom blushes at the compliment, unadulterated glee radiating off of her and rubbing off on everyone else. You and your dad finally finish catching up on life for the past few months, your mom ushering everyone inside for some snacks.

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“That sounds amazing, honey! I’m very proud of you.” Your mom happily remarks, setting down a bowl of hard pretzels. You just finished going over all the events in your life, not missing a single detail. You proudly shared to her about how your grades have risen, along with being the semester's Dean's lister.

“Feel free to have some, kids. I’m sure the plane food wasn’t too fulfilling.”

“Thanks, ma’am.” Leon says as he reaches to take a pretzel. You decide not to have any since you felt quite full but knowing your boyfriend’s black hole stomach, he doesn’t have it in him to resist a treat or two. He takes a bite and shuts his eyes, humming in delight as he chews the snack.

“God, these taste amazing!” Leon marveled. “What brand is this? The saltiness, the crunch– it’s all perfect!”

Your mom giggles, sitting even closer to your dad as a pleased smile graces her features, the smile lines in her eyes deepening.

“I made these, actually. I’m glad you can’t get enough of them!” she responds.

Leon’s mouth nearly drops open, the tips of his ears turning warm with an accompanying flush.

“Oh! Wow… they’re just so… these are divine! No wonder they’re wonderful, your cooking always hits!” He beams as he throws two thumbs up.

“Gosh, Leon, leave some for my dad! He loves mom’s pretzels too!” You giggled as you watch Leon slowly empty the bowl, one spiece at a time.

“Oh!” He stops and chews up the pretzels in his mouth. His entire face turns red, the room suddenly feeling a lot warmer than it was. “I’m sorry, sir!”

Your dad roars with laughter instead, taking his mug of hot cocoa and bringing it near his face. “Don’t fret, son. I’ve already had some earlier, just help yourself.”

He brings the mug up to his lips, taking a nice sip before setting it back down and asking you questions of all sorts from school to your part-time job then friends, and the weather back at the state you’re studying in. You answer them happily, Leon occasionally chiming in with answers of his own.

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After tugging your bags up the stairs and into your room, you and Leon climb into bed and cuddle. He is splayed on your belly, arms wrapped around your lower back as you idly stroke his soft hair whilst talking about random nonsense and giggling. You had Leon’s glasses on, talking about how his lenses makes everything look trippy.

“Damn, you can’t see without these. What a loser,” you jokingly mumble as you crane your head here and there, getting a full glimpse of everything.

Leon lifts his head up from your stomach, pouting and narrowing his eyes whilst his bangs partially covered his sight but that doesn’t mean anything if what he’s looking at is the greatest view possible: you.

“Then that makes me your loser,” he groggily mumbles as he gently takes your and presses a delicate kiss to your knuckle, letting his lips stay pressed and warm up that region of your hand for a little longer before he pulls them away and looks up at you, flashing you soft puppy eyes– eyes that embodied a raindrop on a blue Lobelia. You two just stared at each other for a moment, warm silence settling between you two until your mom knocked at the door and came in.

“Hey, kids. I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything,” she says as she scans you and Leon. He sits up, gently plucking his glasses from your face as he puts them on and turns his attention to your mom, running his slender fingers through his hair as he tries to fix it. You two respond that she wasn’t barging into anything, much to her relief.

“So… I’ve recently gotten into knitting and I figured that since you two are here and the weather is cold and I’ve got a knitting pattern for sweaters, I decided to get knit these up for you guys,” she excitedly says as she takes her hands from behind her back and walks over to you both, setting down knitted sweaters on your laps.

The sweaters are chunky but cute: perfect for looking good on a cold day. They’re both in a piggy pink shade, red heart patterns all over the clothing. Both the sweaters look oversized but the one that looks significantly bigger could be Leon’s; your mom placed it on his lap after all.

“I know you like your shirts and sweaters oversized so I sized yours up by a little bit,” your mom explains. “You don’t have to take Leon’s anymore. The poor boy gets cold too, ya know.”

Leon smirks and your face burns in slight embarrassment, hiding it behind the soft yarn of your new article of clothing while she laughs good-naturedly.

“Valentine’s Day is coming up in two days too. You two will finally have something matching to wear when you’ll go on a date. That’s enough from little old me, I’ll leave you two to go canoodle or something.”

Your mom turns on her heel to leave your bedroom but you bolt up from your bed and give her a nice hug from the back, which she returns.

“Thanks, mom. You’re the best. Thank you for this and for everything else– thanks for treating Leon nicely,” you softly admit. She stays there for a bit, leaning a little into your touch.

“You're welcome, honey.” She responds. “I can tell he loves you very much and you do too so I’m making sure you two have the best time ever while under my roof, okay?”

You nod, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek before unwrapping your arms around her and watching her close the door on her way out.

“You’re lucky to have a mom like that. She’s really nice. She’s an amazing woman, she raised you well,” Leon softly whispers.

“Yeah. I owe everything to her, so I’m doing my best to live in a way that doesn’t worry her or anything.”

He smiles and opens up his arms, gesturing for you to come closer. You come closer and you two hug, breathing in the comforting scent that is solely his. You stay like this for a few more moments before you pull away, excitement all over your face.

“So… how about we try on these sweaters? Don’t they look cute?”

“Sure.”

Leon decides to try the sweater on before you do, shedding his jacket and shirt, which you help him with. Taking his shirt off was a lot more giggly than you thought, Leon being ticklish whenever you do so (and you weren’t exactly careful as you took it off, wanting to make him giggle hard). He finally tries it on and he looks absolutely handsome. He looks so geeky and nerdy you can’t help but pinch his cheeks, causing the spot where you pinched to look a little more pink.

“Oops,” you apologize.

You try your own sweater soon and you do finish up, also looking adorable. You hear your dad from downstairs announcing dinner so you two quickly change out of the sweaters in order to not get it stained, ready to go have some food before a snuggly movie night.

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Two days later.

The sun is out, only a few cotton-like clouds dotting an otherwise clear sky. The weather is still cold, people in the streets out with their puffer coats, jackets, and scarves. You and Leon wore the matching sweaters from days ago, proudly showing off the work of your mom.

“God, I promised myself that I wouldn’t be doing cringey couple-y things like these when I get a boyfriend,” you mutter to yourself as you roam the streets with Leon.

“Look at you now, younger you would be disappointed,” he quips as he clicks his tongue and gently shakes his head.

“She just didn’t know what an absolute eyecandy of a boyfriend she would end up with.”

“Don’t call me ‘eyecandy’ before my ego inflates to three times its size.”

You roll your eyes and link your arm with his but not before readjusting his red scarf and taking pictures of him in every lighting angle possible; he’s just too cute to not be taking pictures of! You already made a trip to the flower shop earlier, getting Leon a pretty bouquet arrangement of baby’s breath, white and baby pink tulips, and baby pink lilies of the valley. Leon also got you a bouquet and when he realized that you got him one too, he insisted on bringing it along to whatever date you planned. You did tell him to bring bread but that’s all he knows. After a leisurely walk, you two were now alongside a pond with a scenic picnic spot but you two weren’t here for a picnic. Hand on his wrist, you tugged him to you and urged him to run with an ecstatic beam on your radiant face. After a little bit, you got behind him and tip-toed to be able to reach his eyes and cover them.

“Hold on, Leon. The surprise is yet to come,” you pant since you were still out of breath from the running.

“I thought the surprise was the sudden jogging session we had,” he breathily jokes.

“Can you take your hands off now?” Despite him asking, he doesn’t make any effort to move your hands away from his sight.

“Hold on, baby. I need to get this right,” you respond. You wait for a few more moments and then they finally come out. Slowly, you take out your hands from his eyes and point to the group of them. “Vóila! Surprise, baby!”

He looks a bit confused but his face instantly lights up with the brightness of a million happy suns clustered on his soft, rosy features. He finally sees a raft of ducks on the water, along with yellow ducklings. The stars align on the blue sky that are his eyes, dazzling amidst a canvas of blue as his grin grows even broader at the sight of the birds on the water with their feathery little tails wagging. He nearly drops the bouquet you got him out of pure excitement at seeing the ducks, tears probably forming at his waterline.

“Baby– There’s– Babe– Ducks!” is all he can muster at this moment. He hands you his bouquet while he takes his phone out and furiously heads over to the Camera app, clicking several pictures of this core memory forming right this very moment.

You remembered seeing Leon watch videos of people feeding ducks at ponds and sat through many of his talks about how much he wanted to see a duck in real-life and give it bread, no matter how silly he sounds or will probably look (since almost everyone has seen a duck at least once or twice in their life while he hasn't). You didn’t make fun of him at that moment: seeing Leon fuss over images of cute ducks he found on the Internet seemed to heal his inner child, letting himself revel in something so innocent and simple as a cute animal. Since there wasn’t a pond with ducks nearby your college and dorm, you two had to make do with cute duck videos which seemed to be enough for Leon. Remembering that there’s a pond near home, you decided to seize this opportunity to take him on a duck feeding date, hence the bread you asked him to bring along.

You took your own pictures of Leon taking his pictures of the ducks. You felt proud at seeing sunshine and rainbows radiate from Leon, the world falling into a peaceful silence and tranquility– it felt as if it’s just you, him, and nature. He pockets his phone, taking the bread and ripping off tiny pieces to feed to the ducks.

“Having fun sweetheart?” you sweetly ask.

“Tons! Loads!” he simply replies.

He hands you a half of his bread and you tear off tiny pieces and begin tossing it to the small duck family waddling in the water. You two do this in total silence– a comfortable one. You take out the digital camera from your pocket, powering it on and focusing it on the trees, grass, and ducks.

“Leon! Say ‘hi’ for the camera!”

For you, ‘forever’ isn’t exactly a word fitting for people since all our times will end; rather, ‘forever’ is a word fitting for treasures like these. Treasures like Leon and all the happiness you can attribute to him.

“Hi!” He waves, shooting the camera a charming smile. “Hi kids, this is your dad! I’m very happy to be feeding this ducks. Sometime in the future, I hope I can take you here!”

You blush a little bit, red creeping up your cheeks and filling the apples in with color. It flustered you to think that Leon would want to start a family with you, to see little version of yourselves running around in your future home. “Y/N, don’t these ducks look cute! See? Look at that one! The little bro looks so cute! The way their little tails wag– oh my God I’m going to pass out, they’re too adorable for me! Sweetheart, how does owning a duck sound like? What if I take a duck home with me? Baby!”

NOTE - 1 fic down, six or seven more to go!!! My Leon photocards finally came home and they look SOOOO good!!! My friend gave me the package in class and it looked like we were passing zaza (which is illegal, where I'm from). One of my teachers literally eyed the package in my desk and I literally had to repeat that this is just an unopened package 😭 Also we made peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in philosophy class, which was fun. What was NOT fun was Banana Fish, like that damn anime broke me-- I literally just read the wiki and I already fell apart so this is my cue to swear to never watch that anime (my bff made me watch the final ep in class and I bawled, like I fucking sounded like a lawn mower). Also please listen to "the way you say hello" by tiffy and City Girl, I listened to that while writing this and on GOD I was turning with green with envy bc y/n and Leon r 2 sweet. That's it and I hope you enjoyed this fic!!! Happy Valentine's Day!!!!!! <333333

The dividers are made by @cafekitsune , the images are made by me (sourced from Pinterest).

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adore-laur · 6 months

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SKIN

— a blurb from the dadrry universe 🤍

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Harry's skin must be woven with threads of magic. There has to be an otherworldly magnetism entwined in his veins, bestowing captivating warmth toward anyone who touches him. Or perhaps there's an underlying spell coursing through his bloodstream, effortlessly soothing deep-rooted aches and vociferating cries.

It's been said before, but it bears repeating: Harry is a natural when it comes to being a lover. He has been by your side through every trial and tribulation life has cruelly thrown at you. He has willingly taken your pain during grief-stricken times and selflessly shared the burden. You've navigated the rollercoaster years of dating, marriage, and parenthood with him, all the while watching him adapt to each role with unwavering patience and grace.

Witnessing him be a dad makes you firmly believe it's what he was made to do. It was written in the stars.

When you wake from a deep slumber—a long and uninterrupted one at that—the house smells like blueberries and homemade bread. Well, if four hours of sleep counts as uninterrupted. You'll be the first to admit that you haven't missed the lack of sleep in caring for a newborn.

You slowly make your way to the kitchen, surprised by how quiet it is except for the sizzling sounds of breakfast being cooked. Your tired eyes regard Harry swaying by the stovetop, a spatula in his grasp and his one-week-old baby girl cradled in his opposite arm. She's wide awake, her swaddled body cuddled perfectly in the crook of his elbow as she mesmerizingly stares at her dad skillfully taking a loaf of bread out of the oven. He has on his favorite fleece robe with the sleeves rolled up, and his hair— that's getting quite long—is flatly pushed back due to him restlessly tossing and turning all night.

It's baffling how whenever Harry holds his daughter, she's completely content as long as her skin touches his. You don't quite understand it. You're well aware skin-to-skin contact is essential, but it's wondrous how much she loves it with him already.

You stand still and watch him for a few more moments, thinking about how, nine months ago, you observed him from the same spot as he made pancakes with his eldest daughter. Back when the baby he's holding now was just a tiny bump he would fawn over, growing rounder each month and getting plenty of kisses each day.

Eventually, you refocus on the present and shuffle over to where your sleep-deprived husband is yawning and shutting the oven door with his hip. The both of you got a dreadfully short amount of sleep last night, but you think it isn't so bad when mornings look like they do with him.

"Hello," you say, making your presence known before appearing next to him.

Harry loosens a golden-brown blueberry crêpe with the spatula and sets it on one of three plates. "Morning, sweetheart."

"When did she wake up?"

"'Bout an hour ago," he replies, his voice hoarse. "Just little whimpers, so I took her to the backyard for fresh air. She told me she wanted to make breakfast with me."

You amusedly tilt your head to the side. "Oh, she told you that? I didn't know you could translate her baby sounds."

"I can, actually. She also told me she wants milk." He looks over at you and raises his eyebrows. "Pronto, preferably."

"Here, give me her. She's definitely hungry." You take her from him and kiss her soft, munchable cheeks. "Thank you for making food, by the way."

"That's my job," he sing-songs as you walk over to the couch. You sit and slide the strap of your silk pajama top down, then remove the white swaddle from the baby's body. She instantly latches onto your nipple, causing you to wince as a dull ache initiates.

As you feed her and zone out, you hear Harry plate the food and open the fridge several times before you sense him coming up behind you. He leans his torso over the back of the couch and rests his chin on your head. Breastfeeding has never been uncomfortable around him since you know he's appreciative of what a woman's body can supply and how draining it is to be the supplier. Often, like right now, he will silently observe his daughter fall into a state of tranquility as she suckles. It's beautiful to nurture another human using your body, and even though it's terribly time-consuming, the special bond formed during it is always worth it.

"I'm gonna get dressed," Harry says after a while, squeezing your arm.

You turn your head and pucker your lips for the first kiss of the day. He grants you several soft pecks that taste like blueberries, each with a satisfied hum, before leaving a long, dramatic kiss on his daughter's head.

A few minutes later, he comes back just as you finish breastfeeding. He's wearing a patterned jacquard-knit sweater and loose denim jeans with ripped holes by his knees. He stands before you and takes his baby girl from your arms, kissing and blowing raspberries on her full belly until she's screeching happily.

"Who's ready for tummy time, hmm? Is it you?" She coos with a toothless smile, and Harry pretends to eat her cheeks. "I think it's you."

He gently sets her on the blanket on the living room floor, then lies on his stomach next to her. You grab your phone from the coffee table and snap a quick picture of the sweet memory.

After five minutes of encouragement and tracing every feature of her face, Harry picks her up and burps her. Meanwhile, you wander into the kitchen, grab the plates, and then slide the patio door open with your shoulder. You head out to the backyard with Harry following closely behind. You're not too worried about your other daughter since she'll definitely be cranky if you wake her up this early.

As you set the plates down and sit in the wicker lounge chair, Harry passes the baby over and settles beside you, chewing and swallowing a bite of bread. He says, "I was thinking of going to the beach later and swimming with the girls. The water is pretty calm today."

You nod and pick at your crêpe. "Yeah, go ahead. I'll probably take a nap or something."

"You don't want to come with us?" he asks, scrunching his eyebrows. It's gorgeous out."

"I don't really feel like swimming. I'm not feeling my best."

He leans closer to you and places his palm on your forehead. "What do you mean, love? You feelin' okay?"

"I'm just tired," you lie partially. "Don't worry about me."

"Hey, look at me." He takes your hand in his. "I'm going to worry about you. You just gave birth a week ago. Gotta tell me how you're feeling mentally and physically. Otherwise, I don't know how to help you."

"I know, but I swear I'm—" A fussy cry cuts you off, and you sigh as you start rocking the baby. Harry soothingly massages the back of your neck, leaving a comforting kiss behind your ear.

"We'll talk about it later, okay?" he murmurs.

You just weakly smile and hope he'll forget about it.

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The sun has just begun to set, and the evening sky is a bright, beautiful orange that makes the ocean glimmer. All of you are on the beach to spend time together before an early bedtime. Harry had made dinner and is now shaking out a blanket so the both of you can sit on the sand. Your eldest daughter is distracted with her beach toys, talking to herself as she toddles along the shoreline in her swimsuit and floaties.

There's no time for peaceful watching, however, because once you plop down on the blanket with the baby snuggled to your chest, Harry sits right by you and clasps his hands over his bent knee like he's about to give a lecture. He jerks his chin and says, "You know what I'm gonna say."

It's impossible not to roll your eyes. "Do I have to?" you mutter with a sheepish grin.

"Yes. You're legally required to talk to your husband and baby daddy."

You just groan and prepare yourself to vent about all the postpartum feelings that have been swirling in your pessimistic brain over the past seven days.

"I'm scared of losing myself," you say, exhaling heavily. "I remember the first time I became a mom and how I didn't even recognize myself some days. It took so much energy out of me, you know? With breastfeeding, being up all night, and trying to get my body back to normal. I guess I just don't want to fall into that dark mindset again."

Harry nods understandingly. "Do you recognize yourself right now?"

"A lot more than last time," you reply quietly. "I mean, we're both more experienced with how to handle a newborn. That definitely helps."

He swallows, and his serious expression reveals that he sees right through you. "Can I know the real reason why you didn't want to go swimming earlier?" he asks with a gentleness that could break you if you dwell on it for long enough.

You sometimes wonder if your skin is made of glass or if he knows you well enough to notice all the cracks.

"If I talk about it, I'll start crying."

He tuts and nudges your foot with his. "And what's wrong with crying?"

Shrugging, you defeatedly mumble, "Makes me feel like a little kid."

"You're my wife, not some stranger to me," he stresses with a soft laugh. "I hate that you think crying in front of me will put me off. Please be vulnerable with me. I don't want you to keep your feelings bottled up."

Your lips wobble, and a teardrop escapes as you look downward. "I don't feel good when I look at my body. I don't think I could put on a swimsuit and have you see me." Harry scoots closer and wipes your tears away, a sympathetic frown on his lips. "And I spent so long trying to accept it last time I gave birth," you add, "and now having to bounce back again seems exhausting."

"I don't expect you to bounce back," Harry says gently. "I don't expect anything of you that involves changing your body. It's your body. Do whatever you need to make you feel good, and do it at your own pace, all right?"

Your heart lovingly falters at his statement. "Once we can finally have sex in five weeks, it's going to be terrible. I'll probably cry."

He laughs, and you let one out too. "Is that really what you're worried about?"

"No." He gives you an unamused look with a hint of a smirk. "Okay, maybe. I just don't want you to look at me. I could blindfold you or something."

"Can you look at me right now for a second?" Harry asks earnestly. You adjust the baby in your arms and meet his eyes, which sparkle in the sunlight. I look at you and see a goddess," he says, holding your free hand. A mother to two beautiful girls who make me smile every single day. You're my safety blanket. The body you think I don't want to see is the one that grew life. That is so precious to me."

He begins tracing his fingertips across the light striations on your thigh as he continues, "The stretch marks on your skin are there because you grew two humans, which to me, is the most powerful goddamn thing I could ever watch you do. And you've done it so effortlessly that I can't help but fall in love with you more and more each day."

In that moment, you wonder why you were ever doubtful in the first place and how the man sitting next to you can always easily drag you out of any momentary insecurity.

Harry suddenly stands and carefully pulls you up with him. He then kneels on the blanket and spreads his arms out. "Look at you," he says over the crashing waves. "You're literally glowing in front of me, holding our baby girl that you brought into this world all by yourself, and making my heart pound just as hard as the first day I met you."

"Stop, Harry," you tell him, heat expanding across your face.

"No, because look at you!" He exhales sharply and lowers his arms. "I worship you. Everything you do or say, every smile and laugh, every time you look at me... I'm hooked for eternity."

You kneel in front of him with tears threatening to spill over. He cradles your cheeks and kisses you with an intensity similar to the evening waves pelting the shore. Is there a way to thank the ocean for bringing him to you?

As the sun says its routine farewell, you bask in Harry's glow that cascades from the solicitous words he speaks and the tender touches he gives. Skin that's unquestionably loved by him and skin that you will love at your own pace.

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kaevch · 1 year

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SQUISHHHHH ! (pt.2)

summary: you squeeze their cheeks (😧) and these are their reactions.

chrtrs: vil, lilia, ace.

warnings: gn! reader, ooc.

note: you guys rlly seemed to like the first part so here you go, a second part 😍 ( vil's part was inspired from @sk2lton when we were talking about how soft the chrtrs cheeks would be!! you should go check them out! they're rlly good at writing and generally rlly awesome <3 )

link to part 1 !!: ♡

VIL SCHOENHEIT:

his..his makeup

what have you done

man looks at you with the most offended face

his cheeks were so soft tho

if you didn't get stopped by rook ( man rlly shot an arrow at u ), you would've squeezed his cheeks again for sure.

if you squeezed them without his makeup on, he would still be offended but not in a way that makes him regret ever sharing his skincare routine with you.

after school, when you join him for the skincare routine, he stares at you for a solid minute and then squeezes your cheek really hard

AND HE HAD PUT ON LIPSTICK ON HIS FINGERTIPS

when you whine at him that your face is all messed up now, he'll just reply with,

“ That's how it felt when you squeezed my cheeks at school. Never do that again. ” ( yessir )

3/10. i won't really recommend squeezing them even if his cheeks are so soft it almost cost you your life.

LILIA VANROUGE:

ngl his cheeks look munchable like riddle's, like a bit jiggly too

he looks surprised for a second but his face quickly shifts into a cheeky smile.

“ Haha, Is this a new way for humans to greet people? ”

boops you on the nose for that

i feel like he'd get used to you squeezing his cheeks really fast

he'd also probably take your hand and put it on his cheeks while saying, " squish it. " when you guys are laying on the bed together

if you didn't squeeze his cheeks that day he'd poke your cheek to annoy you and then look at you like: 😇

6/10. man's cute n he reacted nicely to it but he got used to it too fast it's probably like an addiction for him now 😭

ACE TRAPPOLA:

omg omg

okay so,

his cheeks are not that soft, it's probably a bit roughed up from him being rowdy and practice ig

but it'd still be pretty squishy

when you squeeze his cheeks, he just pauses whatever he was doing and slowly turns his head to look at you ( act like he was not looking at you before 🥰 )

“ What the hell???? ”

He literally jumps away from you

“ Ew, did you even wash your hands?? God my face is dirty now. The germs.. ”

looks at you so disgusted and goes to the bathroom to wash his face.

...

that didn't go well huh

anyways

took him really long but he finally came out of the bathroom and he looks at you weirdly

“ Go wash your hands. Then you can..do whatever that was. ”

😰

yessir

if you make fun of him for being a " tsundere " shit then you're never getting to talk to him

you get to squeeze his cheeks only when you guys are alone and when your hands are clean.

2/10. i love him but he called our pretty n amazing hands dirty 🤬🤬

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akaikami-cherryblossom · 2 months

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Out of every outfit we've ever seen Sakuya wear, which one is your favorite?

Hi ignore that I got this ask like a month ago I physically can’t decide on a favorite I love all of them sm uuuuu…. So, since it’s his birthday, I’m going to just ramble about all the ones that I like!!!

First up is this one!!! I forgot the name of it wwww😔

It’s not my favorite tbh, but I LOVE seeing him in blue, it looks amazing on him!! I also enjoy the flowy top, it’s def a vibe. That said, I think his white day card did better with the blue.

God he’s beautiful. Why don’t we put him in blue more. All we’ve got are these two, 5th anni, 7th anni, and mayyyybe something I’m forgetting. Idk. Next fit.

3RD ANNI MY BEST FRIEND 3RD ANNI. IT’S SO NICE-LOOKING. I love the lil cape thing, the gold detail, the lil sword pin, just. Hhhhh. Everything about this is just so nice to look at, even with how simple it is.

TOMATO CARD TOMATO CARD. this isn’t even about the outfit here, though it is very very cute, his EXPRESSION. I’m on the floor.

hAve A greAt trip is probably my actual #1 fave casual outfit of his(though his winter default is a close second). It’s just so cute, the colors are so munchable, and the lil 39 reference is everything<333. There will be more in the reblogs(threat)

#I need an ask tag #thank you for enabling me anon #saku tag

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mydarlingdahlia · 16 days

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i’ve never played genshin and likely never will but this itto guy is very munchable. i would like him in my mouth. to chew… and other things…

Warning : a ramble about my silly husband below because I like to ramble about him whenever I get the chance (last chance to turn back because I WILL. Be info dumping and just tripping over my words about him.)

OKAY. I would say I’m normal about him but I’m clearly not so ANYWAYS

I fell in love with him the first time I saw him in the game. I looked at him and said “yeah I need to rip his clothes off this is not a want but a need” because he’s LITERALLY (in my opinion) the silliest guy in the game

He may not have the most appealing build in the game BUT THE FANART DOES HIM JUSTICE PLEASEEEE TRUST ME ON THIS ASHI 🙏

Idk if you have twitter or not, but these are some of my favorite artists who (I believe) have a really good portrayal of him!

https://x.com/rottendevilman?s=21

https://x.com/cawiechan?s=21

https://x.com/holi_oliver?s=21 (they also have a tumblr! It’s @/holioliver)

I could name a lot more because my drawing skills are ass so I see a piece of fanart and go bonkers over it

They’re also some of my personal favorite artists :3

He’s also the silliest himbo ever and I desperately need to ride him until both of us can’t walk

One of us is walking out pregnant that’s all imma say 🤷‍♀️

But like he’s so sweet and stuff and he has a gang of “outcasts” and just wants to make everyone feel welcome because being an Oni people kinda tend to shy away from him it’s so cute and sweet I’m literally gonna throw up

Also horns as handlebars anyone??

I just wanna take care of him ya know? 😔 Get him pussydrunk a little?? Overstimulate him just a tad?? His tears would be so pretty. But I also wanna tuck him into bed and run my fingers through his hair and tell him what a sweet boy he is and how much I love him <3

He made my breeding kink worse tbh 😭

I wanna chew on every single bit of him. Especially his man boobs because they rival mine atp. I’m gonna lick his fucking abs istg

The amount of headcannons I have about him is borderline concerning. (Lowkey should I post those?? Idk if I already have have but I’ll do it again 🤷‍♀️)

Anyways that’s all!! Glad I could be of service to you :3

#charlotte rambles #charlotte answers asks #lottie’s honeybuns 🫶#genshin impact #arataki itto #i need him biblically #i need him in a way that is concerning to feminism

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im-kino853 · 3 months

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hi if youre doing fanon swap can i request arctic fox scar ...... your art is veryy good and munchable btw 👍💥

yes.... yes you can... sorry for the very late response, that's on me..💀 my bad for my hiatus tho,, school is making me insane ❗ 3 upcoming mid exams in a week!? woohoo ❕ I wish rest was real ! basically school is making me busy as hell, i commonly have the time to draw on paper during classes but i plan on making a tiny digital doodle,,, i have the time to draw digitally rn so im going for it 🔥

here is the bbg (lowkey speedrunned)

this challenge makes me realize that i am not a big fan of drawing fox hybrids, but he looks silly ❗😋 worth it...

i also had previous sketches, the hybrid sketch was like the 5th attempt or smth it was suprisingly hard for me !?!?!? at some point i just gave up and literally draw arctic fox with scar's scars...

tbh despite not being a fan of drawing hybrids i had a goodtime drawing thsi hope u enjoy the snowy fox scar

#it's 11 pm spare me.#😁#goodtimeswithscar #hc fanon swap

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edsanon · 11 months

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I just want to go to Aizetsu and put him in a flower bed. I just wanna love on him. I wanna gently bite his ankles and then put flowers in the bite marks.

You know what ? That’s completely valid

He does look very munchable !

Be careful with what type of flowers you chose tho, would be said if someone gets poisoned ^^’

#aizetsu #kny aizetsu #eds.chatting

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inlovewithaspiderguy · 4 months

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I’m not into vore I just wanna eat him because. well have you seen him he looks so munchable

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svfttachi · 2 years

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Hiii!!! May I request a naruto x fem!reader? May it be modern au please. Can it be something like the reader overthinking about school and being stressed about finals coming up and naruto just being there for her and he comforts her and makes her feel better 🥺 thank you 💛

SYNOPSIS: Finals week is a crippling time to fend off, and you were one of its victims where eating, drinking water, and sleeping went down the priority list. Focusing too hard on gaining the knowledge needed to succeed has opened up the bad habits you acquired to your gentle and loving boyfriend, Naruto.

PAIRING: Uzumaki Naruto x Fem!Reader

WARNING(S): Mentions of Eating, Drinking, and Sleeping Habits, Descriptions of Stress

TYPE: College/Modern AU, Fluff

WORD COUNT: 2041

NOTES: Oh my gosh, this was such a cute little oneshot to write, and I would have loved to have written this when I was taking my exams early May because it made me feel 100x better afterwards. I hope everyone that is taking or planning on taking finals soon has a nice and easy time preparing. Just like what Naruto says in this oneshot, it is important to stay hydrated and replenish your energy because you will focus way better with that running in your system. To those that are taking finals, good luck!

FINALS week was anything but relaxing especially at the university level. The week before a well deserved summer vacation always brought your mentality down to a deep and stressful level. Studying for finals meant you weren’t sleeping all six to eight hours of sleep that was beneficial for an average human being, and you certainly weren’t taking in filling meals rather getting by on small munchables or snacks. Water intake… oh boy… it wasn’t sitting well with you either. The most you would have is a single glass the entire day. All of these factors tied together with the dreading of taking exams and getting the highest grades weren’t making your mental health any better.

Currently, you were out in a library with some of your good friends, including your wonderful boyfriend, Naruto. Everybody had their laptops out and open to lessons that will help them study for their own finals. Having a nice, piping hot cup of coffee next to you while you studied gave you a better focus on the wordy slides you were attempting at taking into your already exhausted brain. Hours went by, and everyone was still working hard at preparing for their tests, except for a few that had dozed off halfway through the study session including your own boyfriend.

“Hey, let’s all take a break and grab something to eat,” Sakura spoke up, closing her laptop and leaning back to stretch her sore shoulders. “Good grief, I was thinking we would never stop,” Shikamaru complained lazily, lying his legs out on the table with his hands stuffed in his pockets.

“What do you all want to eat?” Hinata asked after powering her laptop down. Everyone started sputtering out their ideal choice of food whilst you kept to yourself and continued reading your notes. Eating wasn’t particularly high on your list of needs as of right now despite the rumbling taking place within your body. Naruto’s head immediately rose at the mention of food, and surely, a drool began to form at his lips. “Ramen,” Naruto moaned out, delirious from his hunger collecting in his stomach.

“Anything for you, Y/N?” Ino asked, looking directly at you. You quickly looked over the screen of your laptop, shaking your head, “I’m fine, thanks for asking though.” Ino crossed her arms with a confused look on her face. Shrugging her shoulders, she joined the others who were ready to venture out.

Hinata, Sakura, TenTen, Ino, Choji, and Kiba all volunteered in getting everybody’s food, so they left after writing down what everyone wanted.

“Are you sure she didn’t say what she wanted, Ino?” TenTen asked, noticing your name wasn’t on the list. “It’s weird because she’s always hungry, but I guess she wasn’t in the mood,” Ino replied.

Back at the table, you were left with Naruto, Sasuke, Neji, Rock Lee, Shino, Shikamaru, and Sai. Apart from Rock Lee, Naruto, and Shikamaru, the rest of them were stuck on focusing on their screens. Momentarily after the group left to get food, Naruto propped his chin up and in the palm of his hand, glancing over at your laptop. His widened eyes were answer enough as to what complicated nonsense you were trying to drill into your brain, and it was enough for the boy to rest his head against your shoulder with a tired expression on his face.

“Say, Y/N, did you pack any snacks? I’m starving,” Naruto whined, reaching out to play with one of your hands. Oblivious to his constant voice running in the background, you focused your eyes on your notes. When you didn’t respond in a certain amount of seconds, Naruto turned his head to look at you, taking in your determined face. “Y/N?” he questioned, trying to grab your attention once again.

Upon feeling his finger lightly poking your cheek, you tore your eyes off of the screen and looked down at the desk, finding his head resting on it and directly next to your laptop. Naruto’s cute face was enough to bring out a little giggle. “Snacks,” he whined with exaggerated sadness.

Nodding your head, you leaned down to grab your backpack. The smallest pocket in your bag was specifically reserved for Naruto’s snacks because with an appetite like his, it was appropriate and handy to carry a large reservoir of tiny edibles. You unzipped the pocket and took out the first thing your hand touched, that being a small pack of Goldfish crackers, handing it to the hunger-crazed boy. Immediately, his ocean blue eyes widened and he practically tore the bag apart to begin devouring the treats.

When you went back to focusing on your notes, Naruto realized he didn’t hear your voice when Hinata asked for everyone’s meal orders. It didn’t occur to him at the moment due to hunger starting to devour the insides of his body, but now that he had a small snack savoring the feeling for now, it became peculiar to him. When all of your friends and yourself were gathered for a hangout, it was always you that would mention food and suggest getting it whilst also manually going to get it. However, today, you didn’t even speak a word when you heard everyone was taking a break, and this was unsettling for Naruto.

That’s what conspired Naruto to try to feed you some of his Goldfish, but you rejected his offer multiple times. He huffed and crossed his arms, “Y/N, you need to eat something.” You looked over at your boyfriend and sighed, “I’m not hungry right now.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, not sounding too convinced. A single nod is what you replied with before you went back to reading your notes. Naruto let out a sigh of his own and sadly finished up his snack.

About a half an hour went by, and once he spotted the crew heading over to the table with loads of food in their hands, Naruto raised his arms above his head and jumped out of his seat, hollering “Ramen” over again. Many of the other students here began shushing him in large crowds, but the overexcited boy couldn’t care less about the noise he was making. Naruto ran over to the group, mouth watering just thinking about his tasty ramen. Once the container rested in his hands, Naruto rushed back to his spot and broke apart his chopsticks. However, instead of immediately devouring his food, he glanced over at you, finding you trying to keep your eyes open and on the screen.

Suddenly, Naruto pulled your laptop out of your view which forced your eyes to widen, any reminiscent of sleep disappearing. He shut the laptop off and set it next to his own. You watched him, curiously, pull his chair closer to yours. Naruto started picking up some of the ramen noodles with his chopsticks and held his hand underneath it whilst bringing it towards your mouth, motioning himself opening his mouth paired with a “Say Ah!”

“Naruto, I have to study. I don’t have time to eat,” you said, trying to keep your face away from the chopsticks. However, your attempt was futile because Naruto was waving that thing all around as if he were wielding a magical wand from Harry Potter. “There is always time for food, Y/N, and you need it to focus on studying later. It’ll still be there, so please… let me feed you,” Naruto replied with a softening expression.

Huffing, you turned your eyes away from him and toward the food on the chopsticks, opening your mouth simultaneously. Naruto smiled and continued saying “Ah” whilst bringing the food into your mouth. He watched you eat the food and swallow it to which he felt pleased to have you cooperate with him. When he picked up another serving on his chopsticks, you shook your head and held a hand in front of it, “I don’t want anymore.”

Naruto sighed and dropped the food back into his bowl, setting his chopsticks aside. Not bothering with explaining the situation, Naruto grabbed your hand and hastily pulled you up from your chair, leading you far away from the table and around a corner. Everybody was watching the scene unfold before them, wondering what had occurred between you two.

“Naruto! Let go of me! I have to study!” you shouted in a quiet volume to not disturb anyone else in the library. Once you two were a good distance away from the table and in a secluded area, Naruto dropped your hand from his hold and replaced his hands on your shoulders. The two of you held strict eye contact with one another, and you could have sworn you were feeling shivers run down your spine from how serious the boy was looking at you.

“Y/N, not everything is about studying. At first, I didn’t say anything because I know you like to keep to yourself when studying, but to this extent, I couldn’t stop worrying about you. Last I know, you had breakfast which was like five hours ago, and even then, you had a single piece of toast. This isn’t a healthy way of maintaining a balanced schedule, Y/N. You can’t be spending every minute of everyday studying without putting your self-care above it all. No matter how much studying you do, it won’t matter if something were to happen to you to make you miss your test. Eating full meals, drinking water, and sleeping regularly is all just as important as studying, even more, because without that, then you wouldn’t have the energy to keep all that information inside of your mind. So, please… Y/N, let me feed you just this once, so I know that you are well fed,” Naruto spoke, ending up taking your hands in his own, “I don’t know what I’d do if you were to get hurt from doing this.”

His speech and caring tone alone was enough to make you think deeply, but the worried look on his face was the final bandage that ripped off of the cold exterior you had been putting on. Tears welled in your reddening eyes and began to fall willingly, dripping onto the carpeted flooring. Naruto quickly pulled you into a hug, keeping a hand pressed on the back of your head and allowing you to keep your face nestled in his shoulder. Little kisses were laid on your head as you continued to let out all of the emotions you had bottled up for a while now. “I’m so sorry,” you mumbled against Naruto’s jacket, gripping onto him tighter as if he were going to fly away.

“It’s not your fault. Don’t apologize for this, at all. We’ll get through finals week together and afterwards, we can take a vacation anywhere you’d like to go,” Naruto immediately shot out after hearing your sobbing apology. He pulled away, only a little, to get a good look at your crying face. Tears stained your cheeks, and your hair began to stick to it. Naruto began to comb your hair out of the way and rested his forehead against yours. Something in this little intimate moment made you stop sobbing and look deeply into Naruto’s eyes. One of his amazing and wonderful smiles were what you were met with, causing you to hug him tighter.

Naruto continued to brush your hair away from your face until you felt like you had gotten all the sadness and stress out of your system. “I bet my ramen is all cold now,” Naruto mumbled with a light frown as he took your hand in his. A giggle came out of your mouth, and you clung to his arm, “It’s okay. Let’s just take it home and reheat it to eat it there.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to finish studying first? You looked so focused on it before,” Naruto questioned curiously. A nervous chuckle erupted from your mouth as you rubbed the back of your head awkwardly, “Honestly, I would much rather take a nap than look over all of those complicated equations again.”

“Do you care to join me?” you asked, stopping in front of him and looking into his ocean blue eyes.

“Of course.”

NARUTO MASTERLIST

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