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astarionapologist · 3 months

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My head too is full of bg3 so I'm gonna go ahead and suggest/ request a Halsin x female Tav fic, smut is very welcome hehe :)

Also I'm of the opinion that this man definitely has a breeding kink so if that's something you would write, I'd be really happy about it ^^

Have nice day :)))

OHHH FUCK YEAH DADDY HALSIN ‼️‼️

but no seriously he’s such a big sweetie pie I love him sm

Warning 18+ minors please don't interact!

Includes breeding kink and biting and soft horny Halsin

Nature’s embrace: Halsin x reader

After you finally arrive to baulder’s Gate your next mission is the most important one yet! It’s time to go find a nice spot to set up camp. Exhausted and tired of walking Astarion begs you to take a break! Stay at a tavern for a bit! Stay under some shady buildings! Hells under some trees maybe! Point is he’s done for the day and is begging you along with the rest of the group to agree with him for break. In which you all decide to rent out a room for a couple nights in the Elfsong tavern.

After unpacking and changing out of your armor into more casual clothes your realized how starved you were after such a long journey here. Little did you sense the tall rugged elf was beside you.

“Hungry aren’t you?” He says grabbing both your shoulders in an attempt to scare you.

You let out a shriek and push him away from you unaware of who it truly was.

“GAH HALSIN- you can’t do that to people!” You huffed

“I’m sorry little dove, I couldn't resist, and I overheard the growl of your stomach. It seems you're in need of your next meal. Would you care to join me downstairs? I wouldn't mind covering the expenses, of course."

“Oh? Sure that sounds great thank you! I’m starving! I need to get my hands on something to eat soon or I’ll go crazy” You said slightly daydreaming of all the tasty food you smelled walking past the kitchen to the rooms upstair.

“Me too” Halsin whispered under his breath as his eyes traced the outline of your body.

Your cheeks blushed as you overheard this but since he wanted to be quite the jokester earlier you decided to pay him back~

“What was that? You said as you looked up at him purposely with big doe eyes

“"Oh, uh, me too. I find myself quite starved. To uphold our strengths, we should venture forth and procure something to eat, don't you think?” He said with a hint of panic in his voice

He lets out a small sigh “Let us be on our way”

The two of you head down stairs and sit down at the bar table. You order a bowl of mushroom stew with a wine to complement the mushrooms undertones. Halsin unsurprisingly orders a large juicy steak with a heaping pile of steamed vegetables on the side. Along with you he decides to order a glass of wine. Enjoying each others company you finish your dinner together and decide to head back upstairs. However almost everyone was already asleep in their sections of the floor.

“Ahhh it is getting late little dove, you should go and get some rest. We can always chat more some other time.”

You would be foolish to deny the small trace of sadness that lurched in your heart as he spoke. Unfortunately, your eyes held a bit of sadness that the old Druid could easily detect.

“Oh dove but please don’t worry, I promise we can spend more time together just the two of us eventually if that’s something you’d enjoy?”

You look up at him and give him a small smile and nod.

“Yes I would love that, your company is more than wanted.”

He smirks a little and smiles back. The two of you walk back upstairs to call it a night after enjoying your evening together. Finally, in the comfort of your bed, you slowly drift off to sleep... That is until the middle of the night when you wake up, startled by the sound of commotion near one of the beds beside you. You open you eyes to see Halsin getting ready to leave to who knows where.

“Halsin?….” You whisper at him

“Oh no.” He clears his throat

“My sincerest apologies, I did not mean to wake you from your slumber.”

You get up and sit towards the edge of the bed, you’re a bit groggy still but you decide to ignore it worried your companion is in trouble.

“What is it? Is something wrong? Why are you up so late? You asked in a hushed whisper as you turn on a dim light next to you.

As you look at him, the tall elf blushes, realizing his problem is now more obvious to you. You slowly looked down to see a large tent in his pants. How his crotch looked painfully erect it was almost begging to be attended to.

“Ah… I see…”

“I’m so sorry- it’s just the city is so stressful and I’m having trouble adjusting… not to mention how you-..” He stops talking and swallows a bit of fear as he realizes he just mentioned you.

“How I?” you blush a bit already knowing what he means. Unsurprising enough, Halsin and you have always had a habbit of giving each other bedroom eyes from time to time. You've always noticed how often he’d look at you, especially how his eyes would stare at your ass and thighs. However you both never really acted on anything, you were always too busy on the mission at hand….that is until now.

He sighs “Please you tease me enough as is…. The way your hips sway as you walk… your deep and longing stares….it all drives me mad.”

He turns away from you and says, “I never wanted to do or say something because I thought the timing was always off... And I understand if you wish to ignore me now. I am sorry for disturbing your rest.”

You get up from your bed and hug him from behind.

“Halsin… please don't leave, I would love to be able to spend the night with you… if you’d allow me?”

He chuckles “If i’d allow you?”

He grabs you by the wrist and twirls you to face him. Then he quickly picks you up carries you on one of his shoulders.

“I hope this will suffice as an answer.” He says with a light growl

He takes you to more secluded part of the floor away from any of your companions. He carefully plops you onto a large bed and begins undressing himself. When he’s finished he carefully picks you up yet again and plops you down on his lap.

He looks deeply into your eyes as his hands graze the first button on your shirt. You carefully nod and take a deep breath as he takes no time to undo all the buttons of your shirt. Luckily for Halsin you typically always sleep in your dress shirt and nothing else.

His eyes lit up as he saw the perkiness of your breast appear from underneath your shirt. Without wasting time he takes one into his hand and plays with it while taking the other one into his mouth. He swirls his tongue over your sensitive nibble slightly grazing it with his teeth. This earns a slight low moan from you as you wrap your arms around his shoulder.

He releases your breast from his mouth and kisses you deeply and hungrily. He grabs you by the hips and ass and slowly begins to move you across his large muscular thigh.

“Ha-… halsin.. please I need more,” you say as you grind needily on his thigh.

“You’re not ready, I don’t want to hurt you little dove” he says while kissing your cheek

He then slowly moves you off his thigh just enough for him to stick two fingers inside you. You gasp and hold onto him tighter as he slowly pumps his fingers into your soaking wet cunt.

He uses his other hands to spin small light circles around your clint and begins to speed up his fingers as he continues to pump them inside of you. By now yours seeing stars as you tilt your head back breathing deeply as you feel the druids fingers deep inside you. He can tell you’re close by the way you begin to tense up around him. He curls his fingers making sure to rub you sweet spot of yours to allow him to hear the wonder sounds you make as you come undone around his fingers.

You take a deep shaky breath and looked back into his eyes.

Gods. He thinks to himself, he could have easily finished just watching you come undone by just his fingers alone.

He flips the two of you over so that you’re now underneath him. You moan as you feel his tip rub against your hole.

“Are you ready? I don’t want to hurt you.” He says attempting to suppress how needy he truly is.

“Oh god yes, please hurry! We’ve both waited long enough.” You begged

He carefully slides in slowly so you can take your time adjusting around him. With a small hiss, he bottoms out and is completely inside you. He pauses for a moment kissing your forehead before he slowly begins to move. A slow yet deep pace was set as the druid gripped your hips hard as to not lose control.

You bite his neck in order to keep quiet, yes your other companions are sound asleep and unable to see the sinful acts that are taking place however you still attempt to keep quiet. The sound of skin slapping slowly starts to get louder as Halsin begins to speed up. You look up and make eye contact with him, his eyes are glowing a beautiful shade of gold.

“You drive me wild little dove…. I want to fill you up so badly.” Halsin grunts as he continues to pound deep into you.

“I want to see you squirm underneath me full of my cum…. I want…. Nothing more than to see that.” He huffs and growls out the last part.

“Fuck Halsin… I need you, I need to feel all of you, I need to be filled with you.” You say in between gasps

You’re both extremely close, he grunts as he feels how you quiver and shake around his angry and sensitive cock. He grips your hips tighter and begins to pick up the pace, lifting one of you legs up in the process. You let out a whine as you feel yourself getting closer and closer. Then suddenly a heavy feeling of pleasure consumes your body. You shake and grip his body as he continues to pound his way through your orgasm. When a deep and heavy grunt he finished deep within your cunt, making sure to get every drop deep within you. He pulls out and collapses next to your exhausted figure.

He pulls you in tightly to his chest and kisses your forehead before gently rubbing circles on your back. You slowly drift off to sleep as you hear him quietly say

“Goodnight my little dove”

HOLY FUCK I ACTUALLY FINISHED THIS

like always I did not proof read 👆but I still hope you enjoy, sorry if this was a little rough it’s my first time writing smut.

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lizard-on-a-window-pane · 12 days

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candle light with remus lupin for your eclipse event! maybe something where he's mean but also does good good aftercare? LUV UR WRITIING <3

thank youuu, and thank you for requesting! really hope you like it!!

pairing: Remus Lupin x reader tags / warnings: established relationship, smut (NSFW, MDNI), fluff word count: 3k part of my 1k celebration!

You are exhausted. You’re tense; you’re tired as you come home after what’s felt like a week, not a day. Too much to do, too much pressure, too many decisions. You feel them in your body, weighing you down. The first thing you do as you enter your bedroom you share with Remus is strip down to your knickers. You toss your bra away with perhaps a little bit too much resentment and find your favourite of Remus’s jumpers you like to borrow. It’s too big on either of you.

You head to your kitchen, putting on a record so sad it’s somehow consoling as you do. As you start making yourself a comforting cup of tea, you hear the door behind you.

“Hi, lovely.”

It’s his voice that’s lovely, and just the sound of it has already begun thawing your tension.

“Hey,” you say back as you feel him approach behind you, his arms coming around your middle. They’re warm and firm, and you sink back into his body. You feel him breathe in your hair, kiss the side of your head. “Remus,” you whine into him. He hums into your neck in response, placing a soft kiss there. His squeezes you tightly, his hands bunching up the jumper you’re wearing. “Hmm. Sad music, cosy jumper, earthy tea, whiny voice,” he lists sympathetically. “Someone’s had a long day.”

“You’ve no idea.” His large hands come to your shoulders, kneading deeply. You squirm at the intensity, pain and pleasure dancing inextricably. At a knot a bit too sensitive for his ministrations, you flinch out of his grasp and step back, turning to face him. You expect to be met by his beguiling brown eyes, but they’re look down. His head cocks to the side appreciatively. You realize he’s admiring your bare legs and chuckle. “Nothing you haven’t seen before.” “Doesn’t mean I like it any less,” he retorts, voice gruffer. He looks you up and down with an intensity that dissipates any playfulness in your mood. You realize how badly you want him to take you, to make you leave the day behind you and completely envelop you in the here and now… and the pleasure it could hold.

Remus can’t read your mind, though, and being the doting boyfriend he is, he comes to hold you gently again, stroking your back, trying to comfort you. “Let’s get you relaxed, huh, baby?” he says, kissing your forehead. “Yeah,” you whisper.

“What do you want to do? Want to go straight to bed? Watch something? We could read together? Same book or different, you choose.” He’s already taken over preparing your tea, seemingly completely distracted away from your body.

His suggestions and demeanour make you think maybe he’s not in the mood, Remus never being shy to tell you when he is, so you worry maybe it’s not the best moment to voice your honest desires.

“I don’t know, whatever; you choose.” You sound a bit defeated, and he looks over at you at your tone. “No, you should. I’m happy with anything if it’s good for you, really,” he says as he turns back to the easy work of pouring the hot water. He’s always this sweet, almost always defers to doing whatever you feel like doing.

It’s no fault of his, but your looming tiredness, your sudden heat, it all makes you snappy. “I said I don’t care, Rem. Why do I always have to be the one to choose everything? Sometimes I’m tired, okay? And I already said you can choose.” The mugs are forgotten, his attention fully on you at this. “Woah, what’s up?” He leans back on the counter, arms crossed a bit defensively, but eyes all concern.

“Nothing,” you sigh. “Nothing, I’m sorry.” You turn away and busy yourself with anything you can find, tidying up mindlessly. “Hey, c’mon, love, what’s up?” His voice is slightly harder, and as he asks, he turns you to face him, his hands firmly holding your shoulders. His eyes look searchingly into yours, but your eyes flutter closed at the feeling of his hands on you and the sound of his deep voice. You bite your lip and whimper very very softly.

His hands immediately leave you, and it’s urgent when he rushes out, “Woah, did I hurt you? I didn’t mean to, baby; I just wanted to talk. You alright?”

You nod and whine “Remus” again, stepping toward him and looking into his eyes. You grab his hands in yours and place them back on your body. You bring one to your face and lean into it, put the other on your hip and squeeze your hand over his.

He’s watching you closely, letting you guide him.

His proximity and his touch, even like this, heat you up, and your body pushes you to honesty.

“I don’t want to sleep, or read, or any of that. And I don’t want to choose anything or think about anything else. I want you, Rem. I just want you. Please.”

His eyebrows shoot up, and ever so slowly he starts moving his own hands on you, yours still hovering above them.

His touch makes you melt, and your eyes shut. You exhale loudly as his hand grabs your face a bit harder. His thumb strokes, pushing into the skin of your cheek. You open your eyes and meet his. They’re looking at yours searchingly, but upon seeing the look you’re giving him when they connect with yours, something clicks in Remus. You register it in his eyes as they shift in what seems like one blink from keen observation to piercing intensity.

He pulls your face to his forcefully, devouring your mouth. He’s eating up your immediate whimpers, tilting your head with his hands on either side of your face, pushing your tongue with his and licking into your mouth. You surrender completely and let him guide your ardent kiss.

Soon, his hand juts your head back with no warning, tugging your hair, and his mouth moves from yours to your jaw, kissing sloppily until he reaches your neck, where he plants a cruel bite. You yelp, and he licks over it soothingly, but his voice is rough as he asks, “This what you want?” His mouth sucks your neck harshly, and his hands push under your jumper and grip the flesh of your hips so hard your body sways with his motions.

“Fuuuck, Rem, yes, pleeease.” “Yes what?” he snaps. “Yes, I want this. I want you to touch me like this.”

“Good,” he utters matter-of-factly.

He tugs the jumper over your head and throws it aside then maneuvers your body with his strong hands on your hips.

“Turn around,” he commands. And you do, though his hands flip you without your having much say in it.

His arms wrap around you, and he kneads your breasts roughly. He handles you so harshly that you yelp again in pleasured pain.

Remus presses his body up behind your now almost completely naked one. You feel his breath on your neck and shoulder, and you shiver as sensation shoots down your spine. You’re very pleasantly surprised to also feel his already hard cock on your arse even through his trousers. You push back into it and grind. He groans in reaction then chuckles gruffly into your ear.

“Fuck, you’re desperate, huh?” He squeezes your tits and thrusts his hips. His voice low and ominously even, he tells you, “You know, baby, all you had to do was tell me you wanted me to fuck you.” You whimper; he chuckles again. “Yeah? You want to get fucked, pretty girl?” You nod wordlessly. “I wanted to fuck you as soon as I came in here and saw your gorgeous thighs.” Never breaking contact with your skin, his hands slide down your body and squeeze the outsides of your thighs. Then they cup your arse and squeeze even tighter, jiggling it in his rough grip. “You looked so fucking sexy. But I thought you were tired. Silly me, huh, not realizing how you wanted me to take care of you. This how you want me to take care of you?”

“Yees.” “Hmm.”

Your head is lolled back on his shoulder, but he pushes you suddenly forward. “Bend over.” You do. The kitchen counter is cold on your tits; his hand is hot on your back, pushing you down.

His other hand yanks your knickers down and rubs roughly through your folds. You’re soaked. “Dirty girl,” he chuckles. “Wanting to get fucked this badly.”

Without ado, he pushes two fingers into you. You scream at the breach, at the first hot graze of your inner walls. He rubs them around then curves them toward your sweet spot. His pace is immediately punishing, and it’s not too many thrusts later that he adds a third finger. Your cunt is squelching as his fingers fuck you. His hand on your back moves up toward your neck and massages your shoulder as he holds you in place.

He keeps going, pushing so hard the fronts of your thighs smack the counter with each thrust, so fast that it’s hard to discern the increasing shaking of your thighs from the motions of his hand.

You whine, and turn your face into the counter to quiet it. His hand at your neck yanks your hair to lift your face. “Uh-uh, pretty thing. I’ve had enough of you being quiet tonight. If I’m going to fuck you this good, you’re going to let me hear how I make you feel.” You whimper involuntarily, doing nothing to filter your loud reaction. “Better.”

Your thighs are seriously shaking now, and you’re tightening deliciously. You’re getting close.

His hand stops and pulls out of you, the other also releasing his grip on your hair. Your resulting whine sounds almost like you’re crying.

“Fuck, baby, relax,” Remus laughs. You hear the zipper of his trousers, hear the soft pat of clothes falling to the floor. His foot kicks yours into a wider stance suddenly. Then you feel his hard cock prodding at your warm, wet entrance. One of his hands grips your hip harshly as he guides himself in. He’s slightly slower as he does, but he pushes all the way in without stopping. When he’s completely inside you, you whimper again at the fullness and barely hear him whisper “fuck.”

Just a second later, he’s thrusting; a few seconds later, it’s already rocking your entire body from the intensity. His grip tightens, and you know you’ll admire a bruise there tomorrow. His other hand grabs your shoulder for better leverage as he pistons in and out of you.

You’d already been so close that at the fucking he’s giving you, you feel close to the brink before even adjusting entirely to the position. Your hands flat on the counter, uselessly attempting to grip something, give you some stability as your body spasms jarringly.

“Fuck, already?” Remus pants. His tone seems sincerely surprised, not teasingly so.

He moves his hand to your other hip, vice-like grip pulling your arse onto his body in time with each fast, forward thrust of his hips.

He’s the one to moan loudly this time as your walls clench him. His prolonged moan sounds like it’s strangled in his throat as you clench again and again, but though it’s clearly wrecking him, the only effect on his pace is its increased brutality.

You start cumming in earnest, crying through it, shaking hard. Remus fucks you through most of it, but toward the very end, you feel him pull all the way out quickly, the absence jarring and gaping. His fingers pick up what his cock was just doing, and the sudden re-intensity gives you a second peak. He keeps going until your clenching cunt has mostly relaxed then slowly removes his fingers.

Your body feels heavy and limp, its only movement the harsh up and down of your heavy panting. When Remus’s hands maneuver you to lift your torso and turn you around, you’re very little help. You feel unstable on your legs, but Remus safely holds you up. “Why’d you —” you start, your voice an exhausted whisper.

“Shut up,” he says, words hard, tone soft. He’s panting too, looking sweaty and spent. “Jump.” You’re confused, but your body heeds his command as his hands lift your arse up till you’re sitting on the counter. His hands grab the backs of your thighs and lift them up and out. You fall back slightly at the shift and end up resting on your forearms looking up at him. You rest your foot on the counter when his hand drops your leg so he can use it to guide himself back inside you.

He slips in easily but takes a moment to settle once he does. His eyes closed, chin lifted, chest rising and falling heavily. He looks so beautiful.

When he’s gathered himself, he shifts as close to you as he can and guides you up toward him too. Your legs wrap around his waist, your arms support you as you hold on to the counter’s edge. His support you, too, wrapped around your waist.

His forehead comes to yours, and he kisses you sloppily as his hips start thrusting again, more slowly this time. One arm still anchoring you, his other hand comes to your face, holding it as he keeps kissing you. His breathing picks up again as his hips do.

Face still close to yours, he confesses, “I know you wanted it rough, but I really felt like looking at you when I came this time.” “Fuck, Rem.” You kiss him hard and clench him harder. He groans and picks up his pace, clearly getting tired but chasing an approaching high.

His hand slips between your bodies, pushing you the slightest angle away from him so he can rub at your clit. Your cunt spasms at the sensation, and you hear his breath catch.

He presses harder, establishes a rhythm, gradually making it faster. You’re close again at his adept touch, and you chant his name desperately as you shake your hips and push over your edge. His strangled moan tells you he’s cumming before the feel of it between your legs does, his dark, aching eyes on you the whole time. Once he starts slowing down, you wrap your arms tightly around him and nestle into his neck. He kisses you everywhere he can reach: your cheek, your neck, your shoulder.

When he pulls apart from you, you shiver. You’re covered in sweat, and as he pulls his softening cock out of you, the wetness there is even worse. You wrap your arms around yourself and clench your thighs together.

“Here, baby,” Remus says, running for a clean towel, dampening it before standing in front of you again. Very gently, he pushes your thighs apart again, stroking one soothingly as he cleans between your legs. When he’s done, he wraps you in a hug to bring you down off the counter, supporting you while you find you balance after your legs being rendered jelly.

“C’mere.” He holds you as he walks you to your bedroom. “You want to shower?” “‘M too tired. Can I shower in the morning?” “‘Course, lovely. Whatever you want.” “Ugh.” “What is it?” “I need to pee.” Remus giggles at you as he guides you toward the bathroom instead of the bed.

“I can’t pee with you staring at me like that,” you complain when he just leans on the sink as you try to go. “I’m not staring; I’m admiring.” “Ok, I can’t pee with you admiring me like that.” He laughs again and turns around dramatically. He takes the opportunity to clean himself up.

You do what you need to do but stay sitting on the toilet even after you’ve finished, feeling too tired to get up. Remus dampens your hand towel and squats in front of you. He dabs at your face gently, freshening it up. You close your eyes at the soothing sensations of being cleaner and of being doted on. When he’s done your whole face and neck, he pecks your nose before getting up. “You planning on sleeping here or what?” he teases. “‘M tired,” you moan. “C’mon, lovely girl,” he chuckles, yanking you up. You finish cleaning up then follow him to bed, plopping down onto it. He hasn’t stopped giggling at your antics. “Want clothes?” “Just knickers please.” He tosses you a clean pair, slips into his own pants, then falls into bed with you. He shifts your body into a reasonable position and pulls the covers over you. Resting on his side, propped up on his elbow, his other hand starts stroking your bare skin lovingly. “You okay, sweet girl?” “Hmmm.” He kisses your forehead. “I know you’re sleepy, but just tell me if you’re okay. Nothing hurts or anything?” “No, Rem, I feel great.” You smile up at him without opening your eyes. You can’t see him looking down at you like you’re the most precious person in the world. To him, you are. “’S like my whole body is sinking and floating at the same time.” He chuckles adoringly and kisses you again, cuddling up beside you. “Good.” “Hmm.” You’re sinking into sleep but whisper giddily, “Thanks for fucking me.” He barks a full laugh. As it quiets to back to his giggle, he brings his face to yours. He nuzzles your nose with his and kisses your cheek. “Always happy to take care of my girl.” He kisses you again. “It was fun. Good for you? What you wanted?” “Mmhmm,” you nod. “Just what I wanted.” You use what little energy you have left to shift closer to him. “Now I want your cuddles.” “Always happy to take care of my girl,” he says again, more softly this time, as he wraps his arms around you snugly and kisses your forehead.

You settle into each other, and the rise and fall of his breathing, the graze of his petting fingertips are the last things you feel as you drift into sleep.

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johnwickb1tsch · 3 months

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bittersweet ~ a yandere!John Wick x fem!reader sunshine/grump coffee shop AU... Part 12 all chapters

- Lunch is a lovely affair in a quaint little trattoria that has been making world class dishes since the turn of the previous century. It seems like every inch of this city is steeped in history. The prices on the menu would blow your whole daily budget on one meal. But the scampi alla Veneziana is out of this world, and you force yourself to eat slowly, and not just inhale the perfectly prepared shrimp and noodles with a delicate lemon olive oil dressing.

John's friend, Julius, is a kind and utterly elegant older man who accepts your presence at the table with kingly grace. They speak in a mixture of Italian and English, the latter you think is for your benefit. John very generously includes you in the conversation, telling Signor Castellari that you are an artist, talking you up to what you feel is an exaggerated degree. Julius asks to see your work, and you let him flip through your new sketch book. Your drawings are a mixture of studies and whimsical travelogue, and it feels like you’re baring a piece of your soul, but he’s so gracious you feel you can’t say no.

There is more than one sketch of Mr. Wick in those pages you did from memory with an aching heart, but the old man is kind enough not to call you out on it, or even draw John’s attention to it. You think if he did, you would simply crawl under the table and die of embarrassment.

He exclaims over an ink and watercolor pencil plein air you did in Rome of a sunset over St. Peters with the Sant’Angelo bridge in the foreground, saying it reminds him of a special day when he was a much younger man. You offer to let him keep it, and he seems truly delighted.

You watch with some surprise as John produces what looks like a razor-sharp knife from seemingly nowhere to carefully cut the page from your book. Julius accepts it like a precious treasure, and you are flattered to your toes.

Then John and Julius chat about older books, and Julius produces a very old looking volume, handing it over for the younger man’s perusal. As he runs his hands over the leather cover John’s eyes shine with an almost childish delight—its utterly adorable.

While they are gushing over the antique tome two intimidating men in dark suits approach the table, fixing John with a hard look. One of them has a gnarly scar bisecting his brow. They say something that sounds none too friendly. You catch the name d’Antonio—but John waves them off with a glare, insisting, “Sono ritrirato.”

You’re pretty sure that means I’m retired.

Julius watches the exchange with a sadness in his eyes you don’t understand.

Finally after some grumbling the tough men go away. John watches them with eyes sharp as a hawk’s, and something in the back of your brain titters a little warning. But you’re having too lovely of a time with Signor Castellari, so you ignore it.

When you part ways Julius kisses your cheeks and takes your hands in his. “Be good to him, bella,” he says with a glance to John. “No one I know deserves happiness more than him.”

You don't want to contradict him about your actual relationship with John, so you just nod.

Later you ask, “Did you tell him we're...”

“No, but even if I told him we weren't, he wouldn't have believed me. Sorry. I hope that didn't make you uncomfortable...”

“It's fine,” you say, not offended in the least.

It’s more than fine.

It's incredibly flattering, really, that he thought the two of you could be a match. You're fairly sure you look like an unsophisticated street urchin next to Mr. John Wick.

“Where would you like to go now?” John asks with a little smile, as though he knows you've been hopelessly turned around for the past two days. You’ve managed to find the big landmarks, like the Piazza San Marco and the Doge’s Palace. It’s the smaller sights that have escaped you.

“Let’s go for a walk,” you suggest, wanting to see the city, and knowing you will finally get to do it unmolested with the forbidding figure of John towering at your side.

You are standing on a bridge, watching gondolas go by, when he asks you, “If I told you I have a reservation at Casa Nova, would you have dinner with me?”

You press your lips nervously. Lunch is one thing, you know, and dinner something else entirely. Two people alone together in an intimate setting, sharing a meal over candlelight with good wine...the thought sends a thrill to the tips of your fingers that’s so intense it’s almost painful.

“I don't have anything to wear to a place like that,” you admit. You read about it in a Condé Nast magazine on the plane, and you’re pretty sure it has at least one Michelin star. “I'm backpacking. My dresses are literally all rolled up in a bundle.”

He chuckles at that, a low sound that tugs at your abdomen. He leans a little closer on the railing, and not for the first time this day you just wish he would kiss you.

“What if...I took you shopping?”

You raise an eyebrow to that. “Are you trying to be my sugar daddy, Mr. Wick?” You mean it as a joke, but suddenly there is something electric in the air between you. John's initial embarrassment sharpens to something almost…predatory.

It catches your breath in your throat.

“Do you want a sugar daddy, y/n?”

You laugh it off nervously, your heart skittering about in your chest.

“Very funny.”

You have a feeling he wasn’t joking at all.

However, like a gentleman he lets you have the out, but doesn't drop the shopping offer.

“Let's go to the Calle Larga,” he says, and out of pure curiosity you agree.

John's idea of shopping is taking you to Gucci.

The impeccable store is filled with beautifully crafted but honestly kind of boring goods, arbitrarily priced at a thousand dollars or more a piece. John fits in perfectly with the smartly dressed clientele, but you? You feel so incredibly out of place amidst the filthy rich people in the shop, and when you look at the price tag on the only dress you vaguely like you think you might break out in hives.

“John...”

You don't recognize it just yet, but you call him John when you're agitated, and Mr. Wick when you're feeling playful.

He senses the desperation in that one word, and he takes you by the hand, leading you outside.

“I'm sorry...” you say, because you feel stupid, and not posh enough by half to pull off any of the clothes in that high-end boutique. You are a bonafide gremlin, compared to the unearthly creatures in there. You do not belong, and maybe you’re a coward, but a part of you wishes John would just let you go back to your own plans for the evening. A long solo walk, a cheap slice of pizza, inevitably get lost in the maze of streets and canals, draw a little or read some of your book, before returning to your hard, lumpy hostel bed alone, where you can’t make a fool of yourself.

“Don't be,” he says with an amused little smile that makes your tide of panic recede a little. “I like it that you know this stuff is bullshit,” he soothes you.

“I just...it’s so out of my wheel house.” You could have paid nearly four months rent for what that dress had cost.

He nods. “It takes some getting used to,” he admits. “I certainly wasn't born into this.”

You wonder if he’ll ever tell you about his earlier life, but sense this isn’t the time or place to press him.

“I just don't want you to spend your hard-earned money on stupid things for me.”

“I’m not saying I didn’t work hard for my money…” he offers with a wan little smile. “But it would make me happy to spend it on you. If it would make you happy.”

You look at him for a long time. He meets your gaze, not flinching. There’s something different about him here. He’s more…open with you, perhaps? It takes some getting used to. He’d never outright admitted his interest in you before, always circling around it, and you wonder what’s changed.

Maybe not even John Wick is immune to the romantic atmosphere of il bel paese.

“Why are you being so good to me?”

“I like you, y/n. If you haven't noticed.” The corner of his mouth quirks at that.

It makes you sigh.

“I like you too, Mr. Wick.”

He makes a small sound in the back of his throat.

“You can call me John.”

“But do you want me to call you John?” you tease.

He moves a fraction closer, looming over you, and for a heart stopping moment you think maybe now he might finally kiss you?

“Depends,” he admits, his voice gone a little rough, but he doesn't elaborate further.

You feel as though you have a live electric wire sparking under your skin.

He steps back a little, and again you feel the loss of him like an ache over your heart. You continue to stroll down the street. You are not entirely sure how your hand ends up in his, only that it is there, and you are content.

None of the high fashion shops really interest you, until you pass by the window of Dolce and Gabbana, and your feet involuntarily slow as you take in the maximalist riot of glitz and color on the mannequin. You've always admired their wildly bedazzled designs, flaming hearts and candy colored jewels with copious gold embroidered trim. Maybe you’re just a crow-brained peasant who’s impressed by shiny things, but they look so fun.

John smiles a little, as though he’s finally answered some question to himself about you. “Aha,” he says teasingly, and you sigh, restraining yourself from pressing your nose to the window like a child outside a candy store.

“Can we just…look?”

You are trying to be reasonable.

“We can.”

As it turns out, you want one of everything in the store.

It's all so over the top, the designs are so artistic and ridiculous and unabashedly joyful, from bejeweled purses to crown-adorned headphones, loud floral dresses and majolica printed silk scarves, and you fight not to betray which pieces catch your eye because you're afraid John might buy them all.

He is drinking in your enjoyment, looking utterly pleased.

Even just the store itself is utterly breathtaking inside, crystal chandeliers, inlaid marble floors and stone pillars. Gilded crown moulding and inlaid wood trim. You could just sit and look at this place like it’s a museum, you reckon.

John is not looking at the building though. He watches you browse with eyes that miss nothing, and it makes you squirm a little. You feel so seen. You’re not sure you like it, like you’ve been caught in the act of enjoying something that you know is absurd.

You feel absolutely silly.

“Try something on,” he urges you. To be practical, you decide to try on a black lace dress. Just in case you might like it. And a pair of black platform wedges printed with crimson red roses…because you can actually walk in them, so it makes sense, you know...

When you exit the dressing room John's gaze darkens, his pupils blown wide with desire, and once again you sense that predatory edge in him. If you had any sense you might have been scared, or at least cautious—but all it does is give you the most exquisite chills, an aching sense of anticipation, and an excess of moisture pooled between your thighs.

“That one,” he confirms, and for the way he looks at you, like you are a bunny in the woods he'd like to eat up whole, the outrageous price of the ensemble seems like a bargain.

#john wick #john wick x reader #john wick x y/n #john wick x you #keanu reeves x reader #john wick fic #keanu reeves #bittersweet john wick imagine #john wick imagine #i couldn't find julius's last name?#anyone kno?#yandere john wick

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wnobin · 4 months

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dinosaurs and bears 🦕

childhood crush! anton x fem! reader

genre: fluff, slightly suggestive

chapter synopsis: anton goes away.

intro | part one | part two | part three | part four (final!)

one year ago.

since that night where anton brought up you never attending his competitions, you told yourself you would change that. it didn’t make sense to make your best friend upset over you not being there to support him just because you couldn’t handle seeing him in his best state— his hair dripping wet, muscles on show and a slight smug look on his face when he gets first place yet again.

you had begun to attend anton’s swim meets more frequently, going whenever you had spare time and making sure to bring his favourite snacks with you to reward him when he was done. over the year, you managed to gain more control over your reactions and you no longer stumbled over your words when a shirtless anton would run over to you, asking if you saw how well he did. however, your cheeks and tips of your ears still went red and you couldn’t manage to make eye contact with him, your eyes looking everywhere but his face, or his body.

you were proud of him, undoubtedly. you watched anton crawl out of his shell and become more confident in himself through swimming. but how soft spoken and gentle he was never changed. after every practice or competition you attended, anton made sure to walk you home despite how exhausted he was. there were times where he was too tired to keep up with the conversation and you both would walk in silence, enjoying each other’s company. at this point, there was a sort of tension between the two of you. neither of you acknowledged it, of course. you knew it wasn’t normal for you to get flustered over your best friend clinging to your arm because he was too tired to walk, and it wasn’t normal to be up late at night unable to sleep because your head was clouded with thoughts of him.

anton knew nothing about it. he just thought you would blush seeing him straight out of the water because you weren’t used to seeing him without a shirt. he was still unsure about his feelings for you. it was normal for him to want you around him all the time, right? totally normal for him to get sulky when you’re not here to cheer him on when all his other friends and family are. this routine continued up until anton’s graduation. he was fortunate enough to be given a college scholarship for his exemplary swimming records.

“really?! that’s amazing! i’m so happy for you!” anton was engulfed in a tight bear hug and slightly taken aback, not used to the close proximity between the both of you. he chuckled and shyly thanked you, hugging you back. you were genuinely proud of him, seeing how hard he trained these few years. “so where are you going?”

anton freezes when he hears your question. he pulls away from the hug, scratching his head while looking away. “well… it’s kinda far. a few hours away from home and i would be living in a dorm.” your heart shatters when you hear this. you’ve spent ten years of your childhood and teenage years seeing anton almost everyday. even when you were sick and couldn’t hang out with him, you would wave to him through your bedroom window and try to shout across to each other. of course you were excited for this opportunity for him but you couldn’t help but feel saddened by the distance that would eventually grow between the two of you. still, you managed to hide your feelings with a small smile. “that sounds fun. you’ll get to make more friends and you always told me how you wanted to travel somewhere new, right?” you were right, but anton had always wanted to travel somewhere with you, he just never mentioned that part. no matter how hard you tried to hide your sadness, anton could still tell that a part of you was overthinking about your friendship. “we may not live across each other but you can still call me everyday, you know that right? and i’ll be back during the holidays so don’t miss me too much. and don’t be a crybaby, okay?” anton stuck his pinky out for you, waiting for you to promise that you would remember him.

crybaby. that was one of the nicknames anton gave to you growing up. you were eight and crying at the doorstep of your house, refusing to go home because you lost your puppy plushie while out and wouldn’t go in without it. anton was doing his homework at the dining room table when he heard your wails from outside before dropping everything to see what was happening. your concerned parents explained to anton that you probably misplaced your plushie in school and left without it, turning you into an inconsolable crybaby. bending down, anton patted your head and stuck his pinky out. “i’ll help you find it, okay? so don’t cry anymore!” you stopped sniffling and nodded, his soft smile reassuring you as you intertwined pinkies with him. anton kept his promise and the next day he went all around the school looking high and low for your puppy which alike the rest of your plushies, had a small bow around its neck. he eventually found it in the library where you liked to hang out during breaks to escape from all the crowd and noises. when he brought it back to you, he expected you to jump up and down from joy but yet, you burst into tears again. he was taken aback, about to start comforting you when you wrapped your arms around him tightly, burying your face in his chest (and covering his shirt in tears and snot) whilst thanking him in between cries. that was probably when you fell for him. but then again, anton had always gone out of his way just to make you smile that it was hard to narrow down exactly when you caught feelings for the boy.

this was probably your chance to confess to him, tell him that you could never forget him, your first love. instead, you nodded and interlocked pinkies with him, sniffling softly. “we’ll be together again one day.”

#riize #riize x reader #riize fluff #riize smut #riize imagines #riize anton #anton lee #anton fluff #anton imagines #riize anton x reader

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harrysmimi · 1 year

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My Missus

Synopsis: One where Harry admits to have a girlfriend on a talk show

CW: Smut. Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kiddos)

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YN's never been this happy in her life before!

She didn't know how a year and half went by with Harry. Obviously it's not been all rainbows and sunshine and unicorns and cotton candy but whatever it came her wat she cherished with her life. Because almost half of the time Harry was on tour all over in US and Asia, she gets to attend few of his shows as well.

Now she's got someone who shows her respect and love her for who she is!

Harry's recently released his third studio album which she helped write a few songs for. It was a swift process as he had his muse by his side, he said to her. And god has it been breaking records after records!

Alas, Harry was back in London but for a few days before he heads off to Manchester and tour all over Europe.

It was his birthday and he requested they spend it at home together. YN had baked him a little cake which was chilling in the fridge as they lounged in her living room, half dressed from their morning shenanigans, him sat there just in his boxers. A nice Sunday afternoon.

"Are you coming to the show tomorrow, love?" Harry asked. YN was sat in front of him on the sofa of her flat which have become a home for him from past couple of months now, as he painted her nails to match his.

"Yeah, I've taken the day off for tomorrow." She nodded watching him so concentrated that he doesn't get anything on her cuticles. "Your mum has called me over for lunch with your sister, a girls day in she called it."

"You know sometimes I get jealous how well you get along with my mother." He shared, his curls flopped down on his forehead. She'd somehow convinced him to not cut his hair.

"Awh! That so sad, isn't it?" YN cooed teasing him.

Anne has been nothing but sweet to YN since day they met on Gemma's birthday. Though that was very early when YN met her but they bumped in getting dinner at the same restaurant. Harry was taking his sister out on a nice dinner with his mum and Gemma's boyfriend tagged along. YN was there with her friends.

Totally unplanned for but everything went by smoothly. And what was there to love about YN? Harry wondered. He honestly doesn't know how and why fell for her. He just did. It just happened.

"But that sounds fun," he added quickly. It wasn't the first time YN has shared about hanging out with him mum or sister and it honestly warmed his heart to see and hear that. Especially when either of the women in his life has been so open to accept anyone he's dated in their lives this much.

"Mhmm. Gemma suggested we should all go get our hair done, she's been wanting to change her hair colour but she is confused. I was thinking about getting a hair cut too." YN shared.

"Yeah?" Harry glanced at her with a grin on his face, "what haircut are you planning to get?"

"I don't know, I kinda want to get bangs again. But it's too much work." YN contemplated. "I'll just get a little chop."

"Don't cut off your hair!" He exclaimed, "been begging me to not cut mine, you can't do that either!"

"You look cute with long hair!" She defended, "and I'm talking about just a little trim." Harry was done with giving her a nice manicure, looking proud of the little green heart he'd drawn over off white base. "That's so cute! Thank you Harry!"

"You're welcome, baby." He smiled, started putting away stuff on the coffee table.

"Oh, oh, oh, I forgot." YN got up and ram to the bedroom which they now share leaving him confused. She came back with a small paper bag in her hand. "A little birthday present for you."

"I told you to not get me anything, love." Harry gasped.

"Mhmm I did the same but you still got me present last year." She reminded him, "open it, open it!"

"What is it?" He took the bag, there was a little ring box in it. "YN, you really didn't had to lovie!"

"No, shush! Just open it!" She scolded him and did just that. There was a pretty signet ring with a gorgeous purple stone and silver band.

"This is so pretty." He pulled out the the piece of jewelry, "what stone is it?"

"Amethyst. Do you like it?" She beamed at him watching his reaction.

"I love it, sweetheart, thank you so much." Harry cooed, his voice soft.

"Wear wear it on your third finger, left hand." She shared.

"Any specific reason?" He slid the ring on the exact finger she said.

"I don't know about that. It's just that Amethyst just helps with creating like a good and zen mood, and like help with anxiety and stuff - I wear it too you know - basically it's calm you down." She started explaining, "my parents got me this ring when I was teenager." She showed him the ring he'd always seen her wear, "because I was starting to lash out on everyone, they thought I was like possessed or something. Our family astrologer said to get one made for me with silver to help with that. But anyway, that's not why I got it for you. I thought it might help as you said you get a little anxious before your shows. And a new piece to add to your collection. And it's also your birth stone!" She ended her rambling with a sheepish smile on her face.

"Awh!" He chuckled, "thank you so much, darling, I love how much thought you put into this. We can match now!"

"Oh, yeah!" She realised looking down at her own hand.

"Aren't you the sweetest little thing!" He pulled her in a bear hug cooing to her. "You're my own Amethyst, this is just a little cherry on top." YN was too shy to say anything so she resorted to just giggle. He'd managed to get her straddling his lap. "I love you."

"I love you." She pulled away to give him a kiss on his mouth. "So much. Thank you for being constant in my life that I've been looking for forever. I can't imagine myself without you."

"I'm not going anywhere," an adorable smirk creeping up on the corner of his lips, "you don't have to imagine that. I'm here with you for as long as you'd like to have me. You've given me a ring and now you're stuck with me."

"That doesn't sound bad."

"No it doesn't." He agreed, "would you like it if we move in together? We can get a place of our own somewhere a little private, I know my house has become a tourist attraction now."

"Or we can stay here." She suggested, "we've basically been living together. For now, we can stay here no one really knows where I stay. We can get a place maybe in future?"

Even thought gave him butterflies. He had never lived with anyone before. Thought of making it more legit and move in with her all together made his heart jumping in his ears. To finally and openly call her flat their home which has always felt like home to him.

It isn't as grand or as big as his own property, YN says, but he could say otherwise. It was just perfect for two people to live together which also had enough room to give each other personal space. That's more than enough.

"Yeah?" His cheeks were starting to hirt from how much he was smiling, "maybe when we're married?"

"Yeah." She nods. "When we're married!"

"You want to get married?"

"Of course I do. Why wouldn't I?" She shrugged, "do you?"

"I don't see myself not doing that." He admitted kissing her tenderly, "it's good we're on same page."

"Okay, now stop we have a cake waiting in the fridge." She stopped whatever he was trying to lead on.

"Come on it's my birthday." He looked at her with faux-puppy eyes, being sneaky with his wandering hands. Stroking his hand on soft of her bare thighs, slipping under her (his) sweat shirt she had threw on after their post-breakfast shenanigans. "Do you want to stop?"

"No," she nodded.

"Just as I expected," he smirked sitting straight with his hand on the back of her neck pulled her down slotting their mouths together. Cutting to chase, his tongue slipped past her lips getting the taste of her. His moan was lost in her mouth at gentle rut of her hips against his own. "God you're gonna be death of me!" He groaned pulling away from her mouth breathing out another moan.

"It's your birthday we wouldn't want that." She teased him.

"If you don't want that you should definitely take this off, it's only fair." He suggested, already tugging the piece of garment of her. He almost managed to get her sweatshirt over her head before her phone started ringing in the other room. "Were you expecting a call?"

"No," she shook her head getting off his lap after he'd adjusted her clothes properly letting her go.

YN saw it was face time from Alec, upon answering she found Brielle was on a conference call. Alec went on about his video, Brielle calling him weird names for bragging about it their usual shenanigans. All fun and jokes continued for next ten minutes before Brielle talked about sharing something.

"Before she goes on, we know it's your boyfriend's birthday but she just can't keep it in her stomach for a day longer." Alec gave YN a disclaimer.

"What is going on?" YN asked.

"I am engaged!" Brielle screamed showing YN her ring.

"What the fuck?" YN squealed.

"Yes! Ben proposed last night!" The blonde shared.

"Oh my god, Brielle! I am so happy for you!" She couldn't contain herself. "What!"

"Wait, wait, wait, there is more!" Alec butted in, taking YN by surprise.

"Oh, Hi Harry!" Brielle said making YN look behind. Harry was there with a shirt on. "Happy Birthday!"

"Hello, how are you? I heard squealing here, everything alright?" Harry said.

"I got engaged last night!" Brielle gave him the new as well.

"Awh! Congratulations, darling!" Harry cooed. All the YN could feel his hard on pressed to her lower back. He got worked up, hasn't he, YN wondered.

"And..." Brielle said picking up something from in front of her. "I am pregnant!"

"Oh my god!" YN gasped, "slow down girlie!"

"No, no, that was her surprise for Ben. But little did either of them knew both of them called me up before to help with the surprise." Alec said, "it was like two birds with one stone!"

"You sneaky little shits, didn't even tell me about a thing!" YN huffed.

"Yeah? You were seeing Harry Styles behind our back for months before you told us!" Brielle pointed out.

"Touché!" Harry agreed with her just to tease his girl.

"Anyway, I have to go I'll talk you all later." Alec said, "Harry, Happy Birthday to you bestie!"

"Yes, yes, I have an appointment. Happy Birthday, Harry. Bye bye!"

"Thank you!" Harry smiled. YN hung up the call with her friends and put her phone back on charge.

"Oh god!" She squealed watching Harry towering over her, taking steps back.

"Left me hanging there." He pouted but he kept walking forward until she was flushed against the wall behind her, beside her dresser.

"I got a call, didn't mean to." She genuinely got upset for doing that to him.

"No, baby I'm just joking." He rushed, giggling softly he pressed a kiss on the corner of her mouth. "Do you still want to continue?" A cheeky smile over his face.

"Mhmm!" She agreed. "I want."

"C'mon." He walked her to their bed, making her sit back down he took off the shirt he'd put on just so he can could check on her and her friend squealing, it would have been indecent if he walked in on their face time chat just in his boxers. He resumed to do the same to her, waiting for a moment to get her approval. Being careful of the neckline. "Hi."

"Hi." She chuckled watching him keep the jumper close by. Little thing he'd been concious about to not throw her shirt away as she gets cold easily. He approached her with a kiss on her mouth, as he carefully lied her back. Making sure she'd comfortable on her pillow.

"You still want this? You aren't still sore from last night, right?" He enquired.

"I want it," she assured him, "please?"

"You're getting it, gorgeous," he cooed to her. Cutting to chase, he pushed his boxers down as well as her panties. His fingers skimming over her core to meet with her wet fold, that earned him a breathy moan from her in attempt. "You ready?"

"Yeah." His hand still between them, as he grabbed onto his cock slipping through her fold with ease her feel her tightly wrap around him. He felt her shuddering under him just at that. "Move!" She sounded. Enough for him to pull out enough and buck his hips into her in gentle thrusts. Feeling warm and close, pushed him to the edge already if it weren't for how worked up he got waiting for his girl to get off the phone call with her friends.

"Oh my baby," he sighed dropping his head in the crook of her neck, comforting her as he heard her little whimpers, "fuck!"

Harry felt her press a few kisses on his face. "Oh god- Harry. Faster please!" She managed to convey between each puffs of oxytocin in her brain followed by each of his thrusts. He picked up his pace enough for her satisfaction, she wrapped her arms around his middle to find a balance, her nails racking on his skin in attempt.

"Jesus, baby I'm not gonna last!" He punctuated his little announcement with a sigh of his moan, a growl she decided it was rumbling through his chest. "Are you close? Need you to cum with me baby love."

"Getting, getting there." She nodded, stuttering through her speech.

"I can't- fucking christ!- I can't..." He whimpered. Her walls clenching around him making it much harder for him to chase her.

"Cum for me, please, Harry." She urged him. "Please?" With his thrusts getting sloppier and sloppier, he came down on his orgasm hard spurting his cum inside her until his cock softened again. Their mouths pressed together to drown their noises, his cock was replaced by his fingers. "Ah! Harry!"

"Can't leave my baby hanging, can I, hm?" He cooed to her, "been so good to me. Can already feel you clenching around me fingers." His fingers worked faster hitting just her right spot and be knew exactly what he was doing to her, making her squirt as she came down of her own high. Grateful of the towels they had splayed on their bed from last night.

Harry brought up fingers to her mouth, pushing past her kiss lips be watched her suck them clean. Thin sheen of sweat over her face had him groaning, he swore he'd fucked a real angel and now she's sucking their cum off his fingers.

Feeling oh so tired, he plopped on his spot next to her. "C'mere, angel." He coaxed her closer to him so she wouldn't get cold. "You alright?"

"Yeah. Just need a minute." She shared, her head rested on his chest. "Are you having a good birthday?"

"Most amazing one I've had." He corrected her, "thank you for the present, sweetheart, really love it!" She just pressed a kiss on his collar bone.

YN wasn't big on recieving thank yous. Especially from him and her friends. She did the things she did nit expecting a thank you in return, it made her weird she said. But Harry is for sure never going to take off the ring she got him. She draped her arm and leg over him cuddling closer.

"Was it too rough last night, baby?" He enquired, carelessly running his hand down her side to the full of her ass feeling her bare skin. "Are you sore anywhere?"

"Not from last night." She admitted, "and I liked it."

"Yeah, you did?" He smiled, "but you've gotta tell me if it's too much, okay lovie?"

"I will, I will." She agreed.

"Why are you sore?"

"In my joints, it happens when the weather is changing." She shared.

"Did you have an appointment with your doctor recently?" Lately he's been accompanying her to her doctors visit as many times as he could between his schedule. He figured she tends to forget a few things her doctor says, so he took it upon himself to go with her. Or it is usually Brielle going with her when he can't.

"No, it's next Friday."

"You want me to go with you? Can come back from Manchester." He suggested.

"Yes, please." She lifted her head up to look at him, "I want to take a warm bath now. Join me?"

"Lay here, okay? I'll go run us a bath then."

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YN's day out with Anne and Gemma was amazing.

They were talking about the videos YN sent in their group chat of Harry decorating his own birthday cake and struggled every moment of it. Getting frosting everywhere, dressed in his purple bathrobe. Gemma was having a field day making fun of him in the group chat.

The girls got their hair done. Gemma finally deciding to dye her hair with blue highlights and getting curtain bangs getting inspired by YN. Anne just got her hair trimmed and styled, she looked stunning!

YN could really see how much Harry resembles to his mother. It was creepily adorable to her how look alike they were, knowing very well that's how genes work. The way they both talk and behave are just so similar, Harry just got a little lazy undertone to his voice.

"Oh, YN did you see Harry's fans have been suspicious about him seeing someone in secret?" Gemma asked, "I know you're not on Twitter and Harry doesn't go online much, just wanted to give you a little head up. People online can be brutal. But honestly his fans loves you even though they don't know you yet."

"Mhmm, I saw those too." Anne chimed in, "there are pictures of you two from Louvre last month."

"Hmm?!" YN couldn't believe it. The few Harry update account she'd been following for ages haven't posted any of those on their feed. She didn't know about that.

"Yeah." Gemma nodded, "we're going to show after this. And anyone says anything mean to you, you tell me about it!"

YN chuckled, "I will, I will."

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Before the show started the girls headed to the Wembley stadium. It was jam packed with Harry's fan screaming to the show opener's songs and even pre set playlist.

Waiting for Harry was a bore honestly, Gemma said. So they took many selfies and pictures. YN gonna show each one of those Harry later tonight when they get back home. But alas he got up on the stage, ten minutes late!

The back of the pit was open, just a few guards stood around. Especially next to Anne, Gemma and YN and other of Harry's friends visiting. He'd also invited YN's friends to the show.

"YN!" Brielle squealed.

"Bri!" YN hugged her, "oh my god I missed you so much."

"I missed you too," the blonde cooed hugging her best friend back.

Gemma was YN's date as Harry was literally working and ber friends were accompanied by their Fiancés. Yup, both her friends are engaged. Alec proposed his girlfriend of five years on their graduation day. YN couldn't be happier for both of her best friends. But Gemma kept her company as they danced to Harry singing.

Just just Harry climbed on the sound box during Medicine making his fans go crazy and his family and friends stood in the back laugh. YN just hoped he doesn't hurt himself, he didn't so that was good.

"Oh my, he is going to hurt himself someday." Gemma said. YN's sure she's planning to give him some scolding.

"It's okay, he's fine. He just needs a wired mic." YN assured her making her laugh out loud.

After the show like planned they all went to have dinner. Harry have been meaning to do so, to get to know her friends better. They had an amazing time to say the least, apart from little threats he got from her friends if he hurts YN in anyway. They were both mostly joking.

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Harry was finally done with his tour for the hear, he was home. YN got home from work, Harry had begged her for attention and cuddles. Having her pinned to the sofa along with him.

"Brielle is already showing a tiny bit, she said she's having twins she told her!" YN shared, as she showed Harry pictures she took with ber friends at Brielle's little gender reveal. They looked through the posts on Instagram and Harry's fans making fun of him for the way he was being a little monkey on stage on his last show with a wireless mic. "That's insane!"

"Yeah? Identical or Fraternal?" Harry found her excitement pretty adorable. She was lied there basically on top of him with her back pressed on his chest, he held her tightly.

"Fraternal, I think she said but both are boys." YN wondered not remembering what Brielle shared.

"What do you want for dinner? I wanna cook something for you." He smiled, she lifted her head to look at him, "I won't burn down our kitchen don't worry."

"I hope you don't," she nodded.

"Babe that happened once!" He defended himself. When he went to make YN and himself some tea and accidentally let the tea simmer off all over the stove that the flame went off. "You can supervise me."

"We have some pasta, you can make that." YN suggested, "spaghetti maybe? I think there is some spaghetti sauce or we can order a jar if not."

"You really keep me humble, really need that." He chuckled, she really doesn't want him near the stove. Just as she was about to say something the door bell went off.

"Yeah, and your wired mic back." She commented before getting up to go check the door but she wasn't quick enough before she felt a smack on her bum.

"Cheeky!" He exclaimed.

YN laughed. She opened the door to find her neighbour there. "Oh Hi, Deniz, how are you?"

"I'm good, I'm good." He said. "My roommate and I made some Pide, thought to share with our neighbour." He offered her a plate china plate with delicious food.

"Hmm, thank you." YN accepted, "what is Pide?" Looking at what she can make is a boat shaped pizza.

"It's Turkish dish, like a, uhh, pizza you can say. This one has eggs and this one has sausage on it." Deniz explained. "Hope you enjoy them."

"Yeah, thank you." YN nodded.

"Bye."

"Bye." YN waved at him and shut her door after he got in his flat.

"Who was it darling?" Harry called from kitchen, he was looking at things in the fridge.

"The new neighbour." YN said, "we are offered some Turkish delicacies."

"Oh, our neighbours are pretty nice. Except Mrs. White at front." Harry smiled, "what is it?"

"He said it's like a Turkish pizza." YN shrugged. "And I get her, we were being too loud that day!"

Harry didn't liked the old lady who lived in the flat right across from YN's (now their home), she knocked on the door the morning after he can came back from his Asia tour scolding them for being loud. Even threatening to call the cops as it was the second time. Since then they've been very tame with their sexual activities.

"Yeah, like she didn't when she was younger."

"Oh my god Harry, give her a break." YN laughed. "You go at it like a freaking rabbit."

"I go at it like a rabbit? Like you don't participate." He scoffed, "you're the loudest one, which I don't mind."

"Oh my," YN rolled her eyes because there was no denying on the first part of his argument, "she'll move out in three months after her lease is over."

"How do you know that?"

"The day I moved in she came in to deliver her set of rules, there she told he how long she's been living here and stuff." YN explained, "and she said she doesn't have the energy to deal with my shenanigans if I were to bring home people every night like every other college student who live on the floor." Though YN never brought anyone home with her, except her friends a couple of times and now Harry.

"Oh, she's exhausted then." Harry giggled picking up A slice of Pide from the plate. "There is enough to make the sauce from scratch in the fridge, would need to go grocery shopping. This is not going to be enough for us."

"Okay." YN nodded. Harry got to preparing to make the sauce for the pasta.

"You know I was thinking," he started.

"What are you thinking?" YN asked as she washed up few dishes in the sink from lunch time.

"Maybe we should go on a vacation?" He suggested, "need a little break before I start filming for Eternals."

"Vacation? Where?"

"Wherever you please," he shrugged. "We can do it for your birthday."

"I, ehm, I am sorry I don't know if I can really afford a vacation right now." She explained.

"Baby," he dropped the knife on the counter before he walked upto her, "you don't have to worry about it, yeah? I said I wanna take you somewhere for your birthday." He hugged her from behind.

"I'd feel too bad!"

"Why would you feel bad? I am your boyfriend, I have the right to take my girlfriend out."

"Exactly, I'm your girlfriend not your sugar baby, so you don't have to pay for my vacation." YN placed the last dish on the drying rack and turned around to face him.

"It's not that, sweetheart, I promise." He assured her, "usually I go alone out somewhere for sometime after tour. But I'm not alone, am I now?"

"No you're not," she smiled sheepishly.

"Yeah? Then will you think about it?" He asked, feeling excited already.

"Yeah." She agreed.

"Though I wouldn't mind to be your sugar daddy." He teased, tickling her sides

"I'll need a Versace bag and the new Louis Vuitton collection for that to happen." YN said, of course adding to his teasing jokingly.

"Thought you'd say you want something from Gucci!" He acted hurt.

"Not everyone is obsessed with Gucci like you, Harry." She booped the tip of his nose with her pointer finger.

"But I am obsessed with you!" He corrected her, making her chuckle sheepishly.

Harry just laughed watching her blush dipped his head down to place a tender kiss on her mouth before they both got to making dinner.

He had put on her dance playlist on her phone, they laughed when the Spotify add started playing interrupting their fun. But none the less they danced around the kitchen. Harry singing along to Elvis as they waited for the water to boil to cook the pasta, he pulled YN closer to him with his arms snaked around her waist swaying them both to the soft tunes of Can't Help Falling In Love because he really couldn't.

"I love you so much." He mumbled to her like they weren't home alone, as it if it were his little secret, as if he wanted to be selfish and keep it to himself. His forehead rested on her, noses skimming close into soft kitten kiss.

"I love you too."

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Another day at work YN was having a fairly good day. Excited to go back home and watch new season of the show with her boyfriend. She had been holding off to watch the show for Harry. Just as she was about to wrap up her shift by taking the last order, her older brother walked in.

"Hello." He said, smiling.

"What can I get you?" YN smiled back, keeping it professional.

"It's bit late for coffee, if you're done can we talk?" He asked politely.

YN nodded, "wait outside." She quickly wrapped up for the day amd clocked out. Walked out to see her brother stood there waiting for her. "What do you want?"

"Hey, be nice." He whined, "I came to see my sister, can't I?"

"What do you need help with?" YN trued to cut to the chase.

"You think I'm like Mumma and Baba, don't you?" He sighed, "look there are few things I want to you to know about, it's important. It's better you know from family than anywhere else."

"What is it then?" She asked.

"Come on let's go get dinner and well talk about it." He suggested. YN contemplated and hesitated but agreed.

"Okay, I'll drive there. Need to inform my boyfriend."

"You've got a boyfriend?" He chuckled not believing. YN just kept her head down and walked to her car sending a quick text to Harry explaining that she won't be coming home for dinner, that her brother came to see her. To which he sent a quick okay and a little Enjoy baby!.

Harry at home, took time to himself. Cleaned around the flat a little and picked up the dirty laundry he tends to leave everywhere and annoy YN. He did both their laundry and cooked dinner himself as she won't be joining him.

Though it made him a little anxious for his girl when she mentioned that she's going to get dinner with her brother. She didn't mention which brother it was. As far he knows her little brother is a complete asshole, he'd seen him a few times, calling YN up to lend him cash or pick him up from somewhere and whatever he might need help with, throw tantrums like a little toddler when YN refuse to help him.

She had told him so much about her family, that they all lived in a big joint family — a typical Indian household she expects —, with both her grandparents, her parents and all of her siblings. Before her older sister got married and though his older is married too now, he still lives with their parents with his wife. It was a pretty common custom he reckoned.

YN was the middle child in between two sets of twins. An older sister and brother and younger sister and brother. And essential like every stereotypical middle child she was neglected. If not neglected then always looked down upon. Why? Because her older siblings were much mature and listen to everything her parents asked them or told them to, and her younger siblings? Well, they're always excused and as they're young and dumb.

Growing up YN felt pressure to be good enough to make her parents proud and be a good example for her younger siblings who don't give a crap about her. She never listened to anyone talking shit about her, even behind her back, she clapped back unlike her other siblings. She rebelled against the shitty rules.

And oh boy did she dared to choose her own career path and don't go to be a doctor, or an engineer or a fucking lawyer or even a teacher for the matter of fact. When she told her parents she is not quitting her job at the cafe because she loves it, they just lashes out on her. Because well, it isn't well reputed job, is it?

Harry waited for her anxiously at home. When he heard that click of door opening he walked up to go greet her, she looked all tired and run down. Before he could say anything else their neighbour greeted her.

"Hey YN."

"Hi," she said after glancing at her boyfriend.

"I was wondering if you were free this weekend, my friends and I were going out for drinks." Deniz said, Harry looked taken back.

"No, I have plans with my boyfriend here." She quickly and politely turned him down, "Harry this is Deniz, he's our new neighbour."

"Nice to meet you..." Harry said, he didn't mean it though, "Deniz was it?"

"Yeah, nice to meet you too. Sorry about that." The blue eyed man said, "never seen you around here."

"I was on tour recently so I wasn't home." Harry shared. Deniz just smiled awkwardly and walked into his flat. YN walked in herself and shut the door behind her. "You've got a quite a few admirers, eh?" He teased her earning an eye roll from. "I don't blame him honestly, I've got a quite crush on you too."

"Oh, I really hope you do." She warned him, taking off her shoes. "I'm sorry about that, I didn't know why he asked that."

"Don't be sorry baby, I trust you," he assured her as he pulled her in a big bear hug. "God I miss you too much when you're off to work."

"Just six hours Harry," she giggled holding onto him tightly as he lifted her off her feet and walked in the living room with her. Sitting down her placed her on his lap.

"It's too much!" He whines burying his face in her neck.

"I'm all sweaty, lemme go shower and we can cuddle." She suggested.

"Shush!" He sounded, "I don't mind."

"Did you eat dinner?" She asked.

"Mhmm," he nodded, pulling back enough to look at her, "how did it go with your brother?"

"He shared a few things." YN started, "for first he was asking if I was ever going to move back in, I told him I'm living with my boyfriend now to which he reacted like, meh, I don't know how to explain it. He just looked taken back."

"Mhmm, and?"

"And he said that Grandma is sick from past few weeks, but they had to take her to hospital a couple of days back." She said, "and all that. And a couple more things."

"You want to go see her then?" He asked.

"Yeah, I'll go tomorrow." She nodded, "you want to come with me? We can go after your interview?"

"Yeah." He agreed. He'll get to meet her family.

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The very next morning Harry had an interview at Graham Norton show but he is nervous. He's certain he's going to be asked about the pictures of him and his girlfriend at the interview. He has been contemplating whether to just dodge it or answer it truthfully. Honestly he would but he doesn't know how YN feels about it.

"Baby, would you help me pick a suit?" Harry asked.

"You should wear the pink one from suits Lambert sent pictures of." YN suggested.

"Oh the with embroidered flowers?" He was already pulling up the exact pink suit on his phone.

"Yes, that one. And wear the baby pink shirt underneath it."

"Nice choice baby love." He gave her a forehead kiss, "I'll go get ready to leave now."

"Yeah," YN nodded, pressing a kiss on his shoulder she walked out.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Harry followed her out, she was in the kitchen.

"Nothing, just worried about my Grandma." She shared, a pair of tattooed arms wrapped around her stopping her from moving around much as she prepared for a nice breakfast.

"I thought you didn't like her?"

"Harry, she's still my dad's mother." She sighed, not liking his joke which weren't entirely wrong.

"I apologise baby," he pressed a kiss on her shoulder, "we'll go see her after my interview today, yeah?"

"Mhmm." She nodded.

"What are you making?" He asked watching her resume mixing flour in the went ingredients.

"Pancakes, I'll be getting late for work so, something quick." She shared.

"I'll make us coffee and tea." He got to making himself coffee and her a cuppa. Like everyday, they had a breakfast together. It was their thing to eat at least one meal together whenever Harry's in town.

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As expected Harry was now being asked about his secret girlfriend.

Now Harry has been dying for the commercial break so he could tell this actress sitting next to him that his girl is a huge fan of her. She's literally made him watch each one of her movies with her. But he wasn't expecting for the pictures of him and his girl being asked about now, though he knew it was going to inevitable to avoid.

"What are you even doing here?" Graham asked showing a picture of him at the Hyde Park on one of the many picnic dates with YN. He was chasing her for something cheeky did that day. He has been caught in the action, with a very funny face.

"Running." He shrugged leaning back trying to act casual and not nervous. Graham proceeded to show a few twitter memes of him on the pictures.

"Oh, this is a new one 'I would be filing an restraining order if someone looked at me the way Harry is looking at this girl.' I mean, you do look creepy there!" Graham laughed.

It was a picture of Harry and his girl at Louvre museum not too long ago. He didn't even know he looked creepy just admiring her talking about something she found amusing or interesting. He can still remember seeing her eyes sparkle there, looking at the stuff she has been researching for days when he told her about the little trip to france even though just her back was to be seen in the picture. He just laughed awkwardly.

"May I ask, who is that you're with?" The host asked, taking him by a little surprise.

"That, ehm, that's my missus." He confirmed making the audience scream in awe, "yeah, that's my partner." He nodded, shyly running a nervous knuckle under his nose, an attempt to hide his blush.

"You've never talked about your romantic life before!" The host exclaimed in surprise, "well, apart from confirming your situationship with Barak Obama."

"Stop, it still hurts!" Harry covered his eyes dramatically making everyone laugh.

"How long have you been together? And how didn't we know about it?" The other comedian actor sitting on his other side asked, confusedly.

"I don't know really." Harry stuttered, "a pretty long time, yeah." He smiled shyly. He's clearly never talked about being in a relationship with someone. And he was being vague about the status for a reason there, to protect her from the internet cruelty. People can really feel free wonder what their relationship setting is.

He knew this was going to make a huge buzz in the media and on internet. But Harry did talked to YN's favourite actress about her, even make FaceTime call after wrap up.

He went home to see an excited YN there who tackled him with the biggest and warmest hug.

"Ah! I can't believe you actually met her!" She exclaimed, "thank you telling her about me!"

"Of course my baby," he cooed, "I love talking about you!"

"I love you so much!" She gave him a last squeeze before she pulled away to press firm kisses on his mouth.

"I'd go hunting down your favourite celebrities from now on." He mumbled in between her sweet little kisses. "I love you too, baby."

"You are my favourite celebrity, I don't know what you're talking about." She shrugged.

"I can agree to that." He nods, "are you ready to leave to see your grandma?"

"Mhmm, I packed a little over night bag." She shared, "it would be too late to drive back. Do you want to get a change of clothes?"

They were going to have to stay overnight as the visiting hours in the morning are very limited. Driving in the morning made less sense, in case if they got late they'd have to wait another day. YN managed to get just one day off of work. Also she wanted Harry to meet up with her family finally!

"Of course, do you have room in your bag?" He went in their bedroom to get a change of spare clothes, he was already in a pair of sweats and a hoodie.

"Yup!" She sounded following him around like a little puppy.

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On the car ride to Kingston, YN was driving when Harry decided to tell her that he'd confirmed to be in a relationship.

"Graham showed a few pictures of us at the interview." Harry started, "I gave a vague answer that you're my girl."

"Oh, really?" She asked, being taken aback by the accent she put on unknowingly, "I sounded super British there! What have you done to me?!" She fake screamed making him laugh out loud, his head thrown back.

"Being a good influence, eh?" He teased her, "I don't know if you were fine with it or not. I can still call in and ask them to cut the segment off for you."

"No, it's fine." She shrugged, "it was going to be out anyway." She seemed very chill about it. "Though your fans still come over at the cafe asking what time you usually come in."

"They do?" He was surprised.

"Mhmm, I just tell them there is no fixed time you come over." She answered. "Oh shit! I forgot to book a damn hotel, I don't want to stay at my parents!"

"I can do that baby, don't worry." He pulled out his phone without any questions. He knew how weirdly complicated her family is.

It was going to be a fum field trip for him and her for the day. But he was ready for anything. Because he just loves so much!

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Twitter

HSupdates: "That, ehm, that's my missus." Harry talking about being seen with a girl at Louvre museum."yeah, that's my partner."

Replies:

User1 ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!?!! HE HAS NEVER TALKED ABOUT HIS PARTNERS BEFORE! I'M GONNA GO THROW MYSELF OFF A CLIFF. BRB.

User2 He's literally so sick for doing this! 😭 I love him!

User3 He actually seems so happy 🥺 makes me so happy that he can openly talk about the person he loves.

User4 She must make him so happy that he actually talked about her. I'm gonna cry!

mamatwist ❤️❤️

User6 WHO IS SHE?!! WHERE THE FBI HARRIES?!

User7 OMG! She works at the cafe Harry has been seen visiting almost every fucking day he's in London. GOD! he's smitten like a kitten with her! 😭

User8 no because I go to her cafe, she's literally so sweet. Such an agel she is. Sadly there were some rude Karens when I was there last time I couldn't talk to her cuz I didn't wanted to make her more upset. But she's literally so sweet!

User9 What the fuck? Harry likes to degrade his options? He went from Taylor to Kendall ro Camille to now some random ass barista? My mans need a serious wingman!

User10 SHUT UP! That's why he's been visiting the same cafe from past two years??? They've been together FOR TWO FUCKING YEARS??

User11 Watch this man get married, have ten kids and three grandkids and we wouldn't know. Love that for him!

User12 Isn't it the same girl who have been Credited on every Harry's House song? 🥺

User13 Fucking hell! She's the rudest person I have ever met. She messed my perfect order on purpose when I went to her outlet.

User14 Don't listen to the rude and nasty people in the replies y'all. She's very sweet and kind. No wonder why Harry is so happy lately. She was there at the last London show with Gemma and Anne, they both looked so happy with her too. 🥺

User15 My baby is finally happy! 🥺 I am so happy he found someone!

User16 So happy she's not from the industry. He needs serious humbling!

HSupdates: "I don't know really." Stutters, "a pretty long time, yeah." Harry on being asked how long he's been with his partner.

Replies:

User17 He might have told us he's taken but he will never give out any details.

User18 People better not bully the girl who makes my baby so happy 😤 I'll literally burn down cities!

User19 No because he got all blushy and shy. I love that for him!

User20 This is seriously a PR to hide ykw 👀 she's been literally credited on his album. Lol

User21 User20 stfu if you don't know anything. Let Harry be happy for once! Not everything have to a PR to hide anything! Grow tf up!

User22 God she's so fat 🤢 wtf Harry sees in her!

User21 User22 Good! Sk now we're gonna body shame the person you don't even know the name of? Go get a job at a McDonald's or something pls.

User23 Harry we love that for you!

User24 God I feel bad for the girl already. I hope fans respect this girl now. She seems so sweet by reading the few nice comments about her. 🥺

User25 No one bully my Husband's partner 🤺🤺 I'll literally hunt you down!

User26 *Sneaky Pictures of YN working at the cafe" I saw her today! Ew she's so ugly!

User27 User26 WTF? Literally delete this now! This is so disgusting of you, leave her alone!

User28 I literally love her for making Harry so happy!

User29 I hope Harry settle downs now. 🥺 Anne seemed so happy with her at the Wembley show.

User30 No but how lucky is Harry to have a person HER in his life now? He deserves it!

User31 stfu everyone! Harry_Styles can you fight? Because I am gonna steal your hot gf from you!

User32 NO SHE WAS IN MY MUSIC HISTORY CLASS! NO WONDER WHY SHE HAS BEEN CREDITED ON HARRY'S HOUSE!

User33 No literally. Harry you should go learn Karate or something because she's so fucking gorgeous. Like BI PANIC IS REAL!

User34 No he took her to Museums for dates 🥺 that's so Harry of him

User35 They frequently go to Hyde Park and have little picnics. I see them almost every second day Harry is back in London when I go for my everything walks.

User36 No because the way Harry and Her go to the Hyde Park. I literally see them everytime Harry's in town. They cuddle up in a corner looking through the phone kr Harry reads to her 🥺

User37 SOMEBODY NEEDS TO TAKE THEIR PICTURES FROM THEIR PICNIC DATES!

User38 User37 Uhmm... No? Because that's very effing creepy. They deserve their privacy. So stfu with kindness 🥰

User39 That's the same girl I saw at Harry's Wembley show at the salon with Anne and Gemma. She's literally part of the family now 🥺❤️😭

User40 Her hair is so fucking pretty 😭 I wanna see how pretty she looks so badly!

User41 Imagine the next post of Harry is that he's engaged or married to her. It's over for you bitches 🤧

User42 User41 I doubt he'll post anything about it but that would shut down many fucker out here! I so badly want him to post about her.

User43 I can't. I am heartbroken at the same time so happy for him.

User44 "My Missus" ?!?!? How British can he get 😩

User45 She's so hot irl dude. Harry is literally to lucky to have get her! I am jealous 😭

User46 so cute!!!

User47 I want to be Harry so bad! I am so jealous of him for a getting a girl that hot!

User48 The way we're all collectively thirsting over Harry's partner 🤧 this has never happened before but I'm here for it.

User49 No because why is her back so pretty? Like, imagine how pretty she's be from the front

IndianHarrie Harry finally getting some spice in his love life 😤 (pun intended cuz she seems Indian to me lol)

User40 IndianHarrie NOUR! STOP! 😭🤣

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“CHERISH THESE MOMENTS.”

GOJO SATORU X fem!reader

summary: you and satoru take the first years out on a little adventure, and he can’t help but feel like you two should really, really cherish this moment.

warnings: fluff, tiny bit of angst, teacher!reader, satoru and reader are in a relationship, mentions of yujis execution, mentions of shibuya at the end, fluff otherwise! ik we all need it after chapter 236 wtf gege..

tell me if there’s spelling errors as this wasn’t proofread and was rushed!

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“today, we are doing something different!” satoru cheered as the first years and yourself stared at him, you had a happy smile on your face at his words.

yesterday, satoru had suggested to principal yaga that maybe taking the kids out on a little adventure would be good for them. reluctantly, yaga agreed with satoru’s words.

with everything’s that happened to these young kids so far, their teachers believe they deserve a break. a little fun once in a while doesn’t hurt anybody!

“we get to miss class?” megumi looked between you and satoru, confused. lately, you two had been working them to the brim to make sure they stayed strong… so he has every reason to be confused on why his teachers are doing this.

“WE GET TO MISS CLASS? WOOHOO!” yuji on the other hand, was very happy with this news.

“what are we doing? you gonna take us to a cursed building?” nobara suggested with a quirked brow, hinting to when satoru took her and yuji to a building that had a curse inside of it after telling them they were going to “roppongi”.

“no, don’t worry! we are doing something better.” you smiled at her, taking a few steps to stand beside your lanky boyfriend who happily nodded.

“we are going on an adventure… to the beach!” satoru and you said in unison while enthusiastically throwing your arms up in the air.

“why else would we ask you to pack a bag with a swimsuit?” you questioned and looked over to the boy you call your son, megumi, even though you aren’t blood related.

“okay. when are we going?” megumi held a small bag as the other two did as well, they were now extremely excited about going to the beach.

you turned to megumi and ruffled his hair with a large smile on your face as he groaned, pushing your hand away. yet, despite him looking annoyed, a small smile was present on his lips as he watched his friends and parents get excited over the beach.

unfortunately, satoru had gotten everyone distracted by a sweets store and by the time you arrived at the beach, the sun was setting.

the kids could still swim, is what you said with a grin on your face as you ushered them to enjoy the sun before it sets and it’s beauty.

satoru thought the exact same thing as he watched you sit down and watch the three kids he could call his children play at the beach. their happiness touched your hearts (megumi was smiling too!).

as satoru and you got more comfortable on the sand, satoru couldn’t help but relish in this moment. deep down though, satoru knew the dark futures these kids have ahead of them as sorcerers.

a replica of his personality, was to be executed. yuji wouldn’t get to live long enough to reach his full potential, that hurt satoru to think about as his teacher; the one who pushes him to grow, makes him feel normal even though he has the king of curses harboured inside of him.

he feels his fists clench as he watches the kids play, his eyes suddenly filled with dread.

you heard the sound of satoru’s teeth grinding and a scoff. furrowing your eyebrows, you look at your boyfriend.

his face was filled with dread, his beautiful eyes now holding a sadness in them that you recognized all to well.

“hey, satoru. don’t.”

your words made him furrow his eyebrows as he turned to you. your lips were tugged into a frown as you stared at him sadly.

“what?”

“don’t think about that, please. just… forget about that for a second and help these kids live their life’s to the fullest.”

that statement made satoru’s lip’s tremble slightly as he looked towards his students. megumi was currently on the ground, picking up cool rocks and shells he found while nobara and yuji cheered him on for being able to find such small yet gorgeous things.

“you know we’ll handle it, we always do.” you grinned at satoru and he felt his heart swell. he felt so much love for you it was hard to describe but in moments like these, he swears he could write a whole essay about his love for you inside and out.

“yeah. i trust you.”

“and i trust you, gojo satoru.” you handed him his tinted glasses as he thanked you, you knew him so well.

he had so much adoration for you and it couldn’t even be hidden by his blindfold or his black glasses. suddenly, the strongest can’t stop smiling as he watches the kids run up to you two, showing off everything they found in the sand.

“gojo sensei, this reminded me of you!” nobara outstretched her hand, showing satoru a rock that had tinges of white and a blueish colour. even though the colours were barely visible it made satoru ruffle her hair and thank her wholeheartedly.

“thanks, what a good eye you have!” he winks at his students as they groan at his joke while he wiggles his eyebrows, showing off the rock and his eye.

the joke made sense but didn’t at the same time, yet, it was enough to make you cackle so hard it hurt your stomach.

everyone followed suite, your laughter being contagious.

satoru moved closer to you, bending down to whisper in your ear.

“i love you, i promise to have many more moments like this with you.”

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you wish he kept his promise, now you sit infront of a bundle of screens while holding your hand over your mouth, tears cascading down your face at the scene infront of you.

“i love you, satoru, please come back.”

hi! ive got sm beef with gege it’s insane. I NEED HIM BACK PLS ILL SELL MY ENTIRE BEING FIR HIM TO COME BACK AND LIVE PEACEFULLYYY

anyways hope u enjoyed ml’s, tell me if there’s spelling errors as this wasn’t proofread and was rushed!

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theebubblegumbitch · 1 year

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You Know You Ain’t Gettin Your Bitch Back~

Chad Meeks Martin x fem!reader

Synopsis: After attending a frat Party with your (soon to be ex-) bf, his behavior leads to a fight between y’all. Good thing Chad is there to comfort you…

Warnings: none for now (maybe in a part two) some angst, some fluff, slightly suggestive ending but not really, Chad being a girlfriend stealing charmer

Series: Pt.1 , Pt.2

You can’t even remember why you agreed to come to this stupid party. And then you feel a familiar hand on your back, your boyfriend Derek had dragged you here… of course. And that’s not to say you didn’t love your boyfriend, of course you did! He could just be… pushy, sometimes is all. He never got physical with you but he sure was stubborn, and didn’t seem very good at listening to you when you said you “weren’t the constantly going out type” which was true. You enjoyed a good party as much as the next girl but, this was like the fourth one had brought you to this week, and it was literally only Thursday! You didn’t seem to understand how he got the energy for all this.

All of a sudden you’re snapped out of your thoughts when you hear Derek’s voice calling your name. “Y/N, hellooo, you okay there babe?” He was looking at you as you came out of your zoned out state, haphazardly waving his drink in front of your face. You hated when he did that, acting like you were some space case in front of your shared friends. “Yea I’m fine, was just thinking is all.” You answered him semi-sheepishly, already slightly tired from the amount of social interaction you had done so far.

“Well don’t hurt yourself pretty, can’t have that gorgeous skin of yours forming premature wrinkles!” He said that to the other guys with a chuckle. But you didn’t find it very funny. In fact it was pretty damn rude, maybe even the rudest you had ever heard him be towards you. You quickly spun around to face him. “Okay first of all, don’t know where the fuck that came from, and second, what the hell! Is that really how you think you should be speaking to me? In front of our friends no less??” You were mad, and the volume of your voice showed it. Any louder and you would’ve caused a huge scene, which was definitely the last thing you wanted. Derek could only look at you with a shocked smile on his face. “Babe calm down okay? It was just a joke you know that.”

You couldn’t believe he actually had the nerve to say that instead of apologizing. “Well it sure didn’t fucking sound like one! And even if it did, I clearly wasn’t laughing was I?” Your voice was definitely getting a bit louder now, you even felt your face getting hot. And this douchebag still wasn’t taking you seriously. “Woah Woah Woah, where is all this coming from? Are you okay, I mean are- are we okay cause this feels like a fight babe.” He was slightly laughing as he looked around the living room you were in. It seemed like he was just as paranoid about causing a scene as you were.

“Yes this is a fight Derek! I mean my god, I knew I was smarter than you but come on! A cucumber could put that together!” It felt really good to yell at him, probably too good if you were being really honest with yourself. But you were fed up of all the little building instances of disrespect, so this was definitely necessary. “I seriously don’t know what I did wrong, I mean it was just a joke! It was supposed to funny!” Wow was this man clueless, were your standards really that low? “It’s not just about that one “joke” Derek! It’s about all the little stupid and honestly disrespectful things that you keep doing! Like consistently dragging me to these parties, that I keep telling you I don’t want to come to!” Man did it feel good to get that off your chest, however your boyfriend didn’t look too happy about it.

“What are we even doing right now babe, like what is this? Are we breaking up?” He kinda looked sad now, which is why you felt slightly bad for what you were about to say. “Ya know what Derek yes! We’re breaking up because I simply cannot deal with you anymore!” You said, or rather yelled, that in his face before storming off to the kitchen. Hoping to drown your anger in alcohol and maybe some pop tarts or something. Upon making your way to the counter you grab the first bottle of cheap vodka you see and go to start chugging, when a strong hand on your arm stops you. “Woah careful there tiger, you can’t just go chugging random bottles that could be roofied!” The man spoke as he grabbed the bottle from your hand to lower it back down onto the kitchen counter. You spoke fast without even looking up at him. “Well after my last ten minutes spent here, I really don’t care if I do get roofied, or alcohol poisoned, or blackout drunk or whatever! In fact that’s kind of the goal right now so, move along.” You sajd as you made a shooing motion with your hands towards the man before coming face to face with his abs, and then his face. Holy shit he was attractive. Way more so than your now ex-boyfriend Derek…

Your borderline unethical thoughts were interrupted by his voice yet again. “Well I’m Chad, and I gotta ask, what exactly was so bad about the last ten minutes that made you want to completely disregard your safety? Just curious.” He asked you with an air of sarcastic humor, but he honestly seemed pretty sincere and truth be told, you kinda wanted someone to talk to. “Just broke up with my boyfriend that I came here with. Well he actually sorta made me come here because I didn’t really want to, but that’s not important. Point is he was acting like a dick to me in front of our friends then acted totally clueless when I confronted him about, which made me realize that he’s kinda always been a dick soooo yea. That’s how my night’s going.” You finished your ramblings as you slumped yourself against the counter. You felt relieved to be able to say all of that out loud.

Chad just looked at you for a second, mouth slightly agape from your info-dump. “Well, he sounds like he sucks, and you seem pretty cool so, good on you for getting rid of him!” He somewhat awkwardly raised his hand for a high five, which you reluctantly met. You felt bad for being so unenthusiastic about talking to him, I mean he was being so bubbly and outgoing, letting a complete stranger vent about her relationship problems. “Yea he did suck, and thanks for letting me ramble, I’m y/n by the way.” You finally formally introduced yourself as you went to shake his hand, a habit you had picked up while you were learning to be more polite as a kid. “Ah no problem y/n, and I like the handshake it’s very- gentlewomanly.” You chuckled a little at the phrase. This guy was actually pretty charming, and it definitely helped that he was insanely good looking.

“Ya know you’re actually pretty funny and nice for a guy at a frat party. You don’t really see that a lot ya know?” You were making full eye contact with him now, genuinely enjoying your conversation. “Ah yea I get that a lot, guys kinda hate it cause it means I get a lot of attention from woman and it makes them jealous, but I don’t really care. Half of the guys at this party don’t know how to treat women anyway.” He sounded kinda cocky, but truthfully he was right. College guys were dicks, especially ones who came to frat parties. “Sounded to me like your boyfriend was one of them.”

Okay you were not expecting that. But once again, the gorgeous man in front of you wasn’t wrong. You made sure to look in his eyes as you spoke next, noticing something that you didn’t think was there before. “Yea you’re definitely right about that, looking back I have no idea how I even ended up giving him a chance.” Chad seemed to like that answer, which was good because it was true. Derek wasn’t even really your type. The man that was standing in front of you now was, and you had never been more happy to be a single woman. “I mean I don’t even know you all that well yet but I will say that, you’re absolutely gorgeous, so I’m pretty sure any man in here would be no where near your league.”

And there it was, your opportunity. “Oh yea? You think that includes you Chad?” You framed it as a genuine question, but you already knew the answer. You watched as his eyes flicked to your lips for a second, biting the corner of his lip ever so slightly as he spoke. “I mean, that’s all up to you y/n. I can’t speak for you after all.” And with that you had already decided on your next move, you only had to see if he would take the bait. “Yea I guess you’re right… Anyway I kinda don’t wanna be at this party anymore so I’m gonna walk back to my dorm!” You said as you quickly turned heel to start leaving the kitchen, but not before you said one last thing. “You can walk me back if you’d like, ya know since I don’t have Derek to do it anymore.” You watched as Chad stood up straight with a smirk on his face and walked towards you, slinging an arm around your shoulder.

“Oh I can definitely do that.”

A/N: oh this one was funnnn~ I seriously love writing for Chad I just NEED MORE IDEAS!! So seriously send me asks I’m lowkey begging 🙏 but anyway thanks for reading and if y’all want I will def do a part two! Y’all’s wish is my command and all that

-With love, from Miss Grace<3

#Spotify #~grace writes!#chad meeks martin x reader #scream 6 #scream #chad meeks martin #chad meeks x reader #chad Meeks #angst #chad meeks smut #chad meeks martin smut

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ahgasegotarmy116 · 7 months

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Thinking about You... | JJK

Summary: Jungkook has been thinking about your future together Pairing: f!reader x Jungkook Word Count: 1.5k~ Warnings: No real warnings just some cute fluff and a little bit of suggestive comments. Author’s note: Just a little Drabble that I came up with last night after I had seen Jungkook live <3

I've been missing Jungkook like crazy that I feel almost a bit neglected. I know he's been busy working overseas but it seems like he hasn't really had time for me. He explained that he has a lot of things he has to accomplish while he's there but I can't help but miss him even more.

I feel like my hormones have been all out of wack for the past few days so that probably what's caused me to feel so needy, and with neediness that isn't taken care of comes insecurity. I kick my feet in frustration laying in the middle of our bed and pout for the zillionth time today. "I miss you" I say aloud hoping he might hear me.

*buzz buzz*

My train of thought is interrupted by the sound of my phone vibrating on my nightstand next to me. I flip over to check who it might be and quickly answer without a second glance.

"Kook!" I say so happy but still feeling upset at the fact that he can't be here. "How's my girl doing?" he says with a calm tone but still smiling, happy to see me too. "I miss you" is all I can say not really wanting to say how sad I've been but he can probably tell by my body language.

"Aw baby I miss you too" he says setting the phone down on the table in his hotel room and taking a seat. "Have you eaten yet?" I ask seeing how worn down he looks. "No I skipped my meals today" he says owning up to his negligence.

"Baby! You can't be doing that!" I scold, upset that he hasn't been taking care of himself. "It's okay, we had a huge company dinner last night and I also had to go out to lunch with a few of our clients before that too so I've been eating plenty, don't worry" he says with a sluggish smile.

"Are you sure you're okay?" I question again still concerned for him. "I'm fine love, I promise, I'm just really tired from all the work that we've been doing here. Plus my boss said that if I finish up with all of the tasks that I've been assigned that I could probably come home a few days early" he smiles as he sees my eyes light up at the thought of him coming home.

"Really?" I question, so hopeful that that'll be the case. "Really really" he says admiring me as much as he's able to through the screen. "What time is it over there?" I ask too tired to check my clock app where I had saved the timezone he was in this time. "It's pretty late" he says simply, not giving a clear answer.

"Well shouldn't you be going to bed then?" I say now concerned that I might be keeping him up. "No no I'm okay, I wanna talk to my girl for a bit. I've been so busy lately that I haven't been able to call you these past few day" he says pouting at me. "I hope you know how much I think about you" he says playing with his fingers on the table, feeling shy at his sudden confession

"Baby..." I let out about to tell him the same but he continues. "You know that I'm doing all of this for you right? You're my number one priority, don't forget that" he says tilting his head and paying close attention to me again.

"Are you trying to make me cry over here?" I say laughing as I feel myself start to tear up at his sentiments. "No that wasn't my intention but you know I think you look so pretty when you cry, especially when you're laying under me and I-" "Jungkook" I say getting embarrassed by his sudden switch up.

He chuckles a bit at my reaction and continues "Sorry love I just wanted to make sure you weren't really gonna cry" he says smiling at me cheekily. "Anyways I have a surprise for you when I come home!" he says with a big bunny smile.

"A surprise? What kind? You know you don't have to get me something every time you go away right?" I say giggling at his clear excitement.

"Trust me you're gonna want this one" he continues scrunching up his nose. "Cryptic but okay" I say and laugh it off and changing the subject.

"What have you guys been doing over there? Is everything running smoothly?" I question laying on my side and propping the phone up on the nightstand so I can lay down comfortably.

"Yeah everything is fine but I don't wanna talk about work right now, I wanna know how you're doing. What have you been up to?" he asks and grabs a mug of ice and starts to poor himself a Highball, no doubt in an effort to help him wind down.

I start telling him about the things I've been doing since the last time we spoke, I don't really get up to much except for the part time job I got not too long ago at a little boutique downtown. I insisted on getting it so I could have something to occupy my time even thought he didn't like it.

He has assured me time and time again that I don't need to work since he makes enough money for the both of us but I said I wanted to at least be able to take care of any personal expenses I may have like when I go out shopping on my own, it's the least I could do.

I'm not a gold digger and I don't intend on living off of my boyfriend even though he always tells me that he wishes I would rely on him more.

"You really like that job don't you?" he smile sleepily. I nod my head "Yeah the ladies that work there are so nice and the customers are so sweet as well! It's nice to be able to get out of the house and be productive with my time" I say and snuggle under the covers even more.

"Well what about if we decide to have a baby? Would you still want to work there?" he asks out of the blue.

"I'm sorry what?" I say jolting up and fully facing my body towards the camera. "I'm just asking hypothetically if we had decided to have a baby one day would you still want to work or would you finally let me take care of you?" he clarifies.

We've talked about having children in the past but it's been a few years since that topic has been brought up. "You want to have a baby together still right?" he asks now sounding a bit insecure.

"Oh my gosh baby yes, yes of course I do! I'm sorry you just caught me off guard that's all" I say rushing to answer, not wanting him to feel like I don't want the same thing.

"Remember though marriage first then babies" I say and he laughs at my old fashioned ways. "I know I'm just checking, we haven't talked about that stuff in a while and it's been on my mind lately" he admits.

"What made you suddenly start to think about it?" I question, curious to see where his head is at. "I don't know, I think I've just noticed a lot of young couples with kids lately and it reminded me how much I want that for us" he says starting to get a bit shy with the alcohol clearly taking it's toll on him.

"We would make some pretty cute babies huh?" I say going to lay back down. "Yeah we would" he says nodding in agreement, "I'm looking forward to the process of making one with you though more than anything" he says sporting a cheeky smile yet again. I give him a glare, clearly not amused with the taunting since we aren't able to act on it yet.

"Jeon Jungkook" I say in a warning tone, "Okay that's the last one I swear I won't tease you anymore" he says giggling clearly satisfied with my reaction.

We continue on with our call for a few more minutes before Jungkook makes his way over to his bed and mirrors me once he finally lies down. We continue on mumbling sleepily to each other before he decides we should call it a night and we end the call after a few 'I love yous' and 'sweet dreams'.

Jungkook gets up to check on the surprise one more time and crouches down on the floor to unzip his carry on bag and dig for the little box sitting at the bottom of it.

Opening it he sees the gorgeous engagement ring he had ordered for you months ago and ended up being one of the many tasks he had to carry out over seas. It worked out in his favor that his business trip ended up being in the same city that he had to go to to pick up the ring.

"Please say yes" he pleads to himself, desperate to hear your answer, but in his heart he knows that you want nothing more than to spend the rest of your life together.

Wanna see the proposal? Read Thinking about Us <3

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libby-for-life · 5 days

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I just had one of those 3am thoughts pop in my head.

What if we had a yandere hazbin hotel for adam oneshot pretty please

(No clue how this pops in my head, but it did, and I'm sorry if you don't have much to go off on)

The whole hotel yandere for Adam? Well, for this to work, it's going to be using my version of Adam. For anyone who hasn't read Adam Dies, in that story, he's s*xually abused by someone in Heaven. He hasn't got to the part where he's healed from that yet.

Adam laughed as his head popped up under the pile of blankets. The hotel was having a movie night and everyone was happy to join in. Even Alastor, though grumpy, was willing to join after Adam begged at him.

"Fine, little lamb. But don't think this is going to be a routine for me. I don't like movies."

Soon, everyone was cuddled around him. Lucifer was sitting in his lap, much to everyone's glares. Husk and Angel Dust were on either side of him, Charlie and Vaggie at his feet, and Niffty sitting on his shoulder. Alastor despised touch so he was more than content to sit on a nearby chair and sip an unknown substance out of a tea cup.

He smiled when he felt several wandering hands rub him affectionately. The residents were so friendly with him! He much preferred this then to what they were like before.

The movie was about some gangsters breaking into a bank. Not really Adam’s cup of tea, but he was still interested in the intricate workings of a gang.

It wasn't long before the movie was over and Adam had fallen asleep.

"Aw. Look who's sleepy~." Lucifer cooed, watching Adam’s head fall onto Angel Dust's shoulder. "Must have had a tough day." The spider commented, smiling gently at the sleeping lamb.

"Yeah, the lamb is cute like this," Husk grumbled but his smile said otherwise.

"Of course, my dear."

"You did grab...him, right?" Charlie asked Alastor in a strange tone. It sounded too foreboding for the usual cheerful girl.

Everyone looked at her with a similar expression. The new resident, Larz, had been constantly flirting with Adam. When he first came, everyone was on different levels of enthusiasm. Charlie was happy that the hotel had a new resident, especially after Pentiouse died. But then, Larz had set his sights on Adam and that set everyone's hackles off. Everyone in the hotel would glare at the demon who would brazenly touch Adam despite how uncomfortable it made the lamb demon.

The last straw was when that demon tried to kiss Adam making the lamb demon break down and cry. The poor thing was still too traumatized to have that kind of relationship.

It was time for Larz to go. Alastor whisked him to the Hotel's dungeons and they told Adam that Larz would no longer be joining the hotel.

Adam looked relieved and sad at the same time. "I didn't mean to run him off..." He looked at Charlie with his big gold eyes and it made her heart melt. He was so pretty.

"You didn't run him off, Adam," Vaggie said with a smile that Adam returned hesitantly. "He left on his own. He was never serious about redemption to begin with."

"Besides," Alastor said. "That boy didn't know the meaning of 'no.'"

Before Adam could ask any more questions, Niffty suggested a movie night and that's where they were at this moment.

Everyone gave the sleeping demon a loving obsessed look.

Adam was theirs. It seemed Larz would need a reminder of that before they silenced him. Permanently.

#hazbin hotel #adamsapple #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lucifer #send asks

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1970sgothfreak · 1 year

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Hello, love your stories and was hoping you could write a female batsis story about her visiting Bruce for his birthday, and the 2 of them are impromptu sparring when Terry comes back from patrol and jumps into protect bruce not realizing who batsis is and gets his butt thoroughly handed to him! And Bruce is just sitting there smirking smugly before explaining what was going on.

There was a knock at the door which was a little strange considering all the boys along with Alfred were already inside the house but Alfred went to answer the door anyway.

He opened the door up and smiled seeing a familiar woman standing in the entrance to Wayne Manor. Y/n smiled up at the butler, in her hands was a gift for her father. Due to her going to collage elsewhere it was rare she was home now but she always made sure to spend time with her brothers as well as with Alfred and her father.

“Madam Wayne, how wonderful it is to see you, please do come in master Bruce would be so happy to see you”

“Thank you Alfred, it’s wonderful to see you too, apologies for being late but the trains were delayed due to some accident at another station” she explained while giving the butler a quick hug and familial kiss on the cheek.

“No need to apologise, although I do hope you know master Bruce would be happy to see you, he was quiet upset not seeing you earlier” he explained placing a familial kiss onto her forehead as like how a grandfather would to his grandchild.

She would thank the butler and head towards the living room where she could hear the familiar shouting of her two Eldest brothers Dick and Jason. She laughed as she walked in and saw the chaotic game of twister that the Boys were playing.

“DICKY STOP CHEATING”

“I’M NOT, IT NOT MY FAULT YOU’RE SO BUFF JASON”

Both continued to argue until they heard her speak up.

“I come home for fathers party and this is what I see, now I’m slightly more sad that the trains were late” she’d laugh seeing them all look towards her and run at her squeezing her into a tight hug as they did when she was younger.

Bruce smiled slightly waiting for the boys to step back so he could hug her as well, once they did she placed the gift down before hugging her father placing a kiss on the man’s cheek.

“Happy birthday old man, I’m sorry I’m late”

“Thank you and I’m glad you came I-“ he stopped when he heard Damian interrupt him

“I’ve never seen father so worried before sister, next time perhaps call Todd to pick you up so you do not give him a heart attack”

Ah Damian, as honest as always

She’d laugh and the boys would head up to their own rooms after bidding their father one final happy birthday, He’d look down at her and she’d smile.

“It’s been a while since we have had a good fight father, how about we do some fighting as a second birthday gift” she suggested, looking up at the big brooding man

“You really are my daughter” hed say laughing as they both headed down towards the cave and once they arrived they got into a fighting position.

Y/n double checked making sure her hair was out of her eyes and then turned to her father with a smirk on her face.

~a few hours later~

Terry walked down into the Batcave just having finished his patrol when he heard the familiar sounds of Bruce grunting as if someone was beating him up, he would run in and see a woman he has never seen before fighting and somehow wining against Bruce.

He’d jump down still in his hero costume and would grab her fist before she could attack Bruce again, the woman would look at him confused before noticing the symbol on the costume and laughing. He was confused as to why this stranger was first hurting Bruce and was now laughing at him.

He was about to attack when he suddenly felt himself get swooped off the ground and flung onto his back, he would look back seeing the same woman smirking at him and getting into a fighting position, he’d run at her ready to attack but she was much quicker than him, grabbing his arms and sweeping his legs out from underneath him again before spinning him around and pushing both hands onto his back and sitting on his back for a good extra measure that he wouldn’t get up.

“Heh don’t tell me you never told the new guy about me, I’m hurt!” Y/n would say laughing her head off, keeping Terry in place.

“Bruce…what the hell is going on? Who is this woman and how does she know you” he said confused but clearly understood that these two knew each other, he soon felt his arms being released and a pressure being released off his back. He would look over and see Bruce Smirking and chuckling to himself before wrapping a protective fatherly arm around the woman.

“Terry meet Y/n my daughter aka Batgirl and darling meet Terry”

“Nice to meet you sorry about before but you kinda started it” she’d say holding her hand out for him to shake, Terry would simply stare at her in shock, amazement and a slight hint of confusion but she expected that

“Hi I’m Terry and I guess your also my sister now..? Since you’re his daughter” he’d say shaking her hand, she’d smile and nod before look up at Bruce.

“But seriously dad…his costume…really..?”

“Hey! What’s wrong with my costume!”

Bruce would smile to himself seeing the two act like siblings already made his heart warm slightly although he doesn’t regret not telling either of them about each other as he also found it amusing to see Y/n Kick the shit out of Terry.

( I hope you like it, my knowledge on Terry is still sort of new so I tried my best!)

#platonic #batfam x batsis #batsis reader #bruce wayne x daughter!reader #damian wayne x batsis #dick grayson x sister reader #terry mcginnis #terry mcginnis x reader

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ra1nyd4yzz · 5 months

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November 16th, the fall of Wilbur soot

Warnings: smut,riding,talk of Wilbur being a terrorist, character death, Wilbur's kind of a dick at the start

taglist: @abbs-writes-nsfw @gaywizards70

Notes: I wrote this in one night because I had a massive urge to write and someone suggested I should write pogbur smut, so I did :) I hope its ok and not completely shitttt

Words:1558

You walked around pogtopia trying to find Wilbur, he's been more distant lately which has made you more needy and desperate. You peaked your head around a corner and found him staring off into space as he smoked a cigarette.

“Baby?” You looked at your gorgeous but tired boyfriend, he didn't respond, his thoughts consuming everything around him as he stared into the ravine with dead eyes.”babe?” you said louder and you took a step in front of him.

“Hmm..” Wilbur spoke in a bored, dull tone; it sounded like he didn't even care. “What do you want?” he kept staring into the ravine, taking drags of his cigarette,his expression barely changed, it was like he wasn't even trying anymore.

“Where have you been wil? Me and niki baked cookies!!” you seemed so happy compared to wilbur “so..” wilbur exhaled and took another drag of his cigarette, he didn't feel like talking and his lack of emotions showed it but you never give up when it comes to him!

“I don't want or care for those stupid cookies'' he started to walk away from you, flicking his cigarette butt onto the ground and stomping it, your heart shattered, and you held back tears, instantly your mind started to overthink “do you still love me?” you blurted out by accident, you had a sad look on your face.

Wilbur stopped and sighed, he hesitated for a second before turning on his heel to look at you “of course i do” there was no love in his tone, he showed a small bit of emotion for a millisecond before he was back to looking completely dead.

“Do you really? We haven't kissed in months nor have you touched me….we hardly even talk anymore all you care about is blowing up stupid marburg and defeating stupid schlatt..” you felt bad to say this but it was the truth and you were always a truth speaker.

“Yeah well i'm a little busy being a terrorist” wilbur rolled his eyes at you which hurt even more. “God you're so annoying and clingy” he sighed and rubbed his eye, he grumbled and then turned back to look into the ravine, his emotions completely switched and went back to cold and dead.

“I love you..” you gulped “i just want you to touch and love me again wil..” you teared up “am i that disgusting?” you weren't ready for his answer, you were already so emotional and you loved him so much and he just hasn't been showing you that he loves you too since the fall of l’manberg.

Wilbur groaned in annoyance “just go away.” he said his voice was dull, he was so cold and apathetic towards you. Did he really love you? Or was it out of pity at this point? You muttered something about Schlatt loving you more than Wilbur ever did.

Wilbur whipped around to face you, his emotion changing immediately. You could see his expression full of coldness and anger. “What did you just say?” his glare burned holes into your eyes and his tone became much more stern and harsh.

“I said maybe schlatt would show his love and love me more than you actually love me” your tone just got sadder and sadder, a tinge of anger was in there but it was mainly sadness,desperation and neediness.

Wilbur clenched his fists and started to walk towards you, the anger inside of him pouring out of every cell in is body “did you just say that monster would love you more then me” he got right into your face and glared into your soul, when he said the last part you could hear a hint of sadness you knew deep down no one could love you like wilbur loves you.

You gulped and stepped back, you could still feel his hot breath on your face and lips “yes.” you said with a little bit of hesitation “are you fucking serious right now!” he yelled, it echoed throughout the ravine.

Wilbur couldn't believe his own ears. His eyes were dead set on you, he really did look like he wanted to snap at you but he didn't, you were the love of his life. “I should be the only one that you love. Not Schlatt or anybody else for that matter” he was completely livid and this was not an emotion he showed often.

He raised a clenched fist and you flinched, you knew he wouldn't hit you and he did not “sorry..” you whimpered out, his anger started to fade away and he looked at you again with softer and calmer eyes, he was calm again and it was like the argument never even happened in the first place.

Wilbur put his hands on either side of your cheeks and looked into your eyes, he seemed so sweet and charming again, your eyes softened as you looked back into those gorgeous dark chocolate brown eyes of his”i love you so much, and so what if we dont touch each other? We are still very much a couple and I love you more than anybody else in this stupid world we live in..”

He softly smiled at you and his thumbs rubbed circles into your cheeks gently, “I'm needy wil and doing it myself doesn't cut it anymore..” you leaned into his touch more, you haven't felt the familiar, comforting touch in so long.

“I need you wil..you ruined me and i need you…please..” you said desperately and needily, you gave him puppy dog eyes, he still looked at you with a smile and looked down at your lips he leaned close to you. “Okay, okay…just for you my love” he took one last longing look at you before he then leaned in and gave you a deep passionate kiss, with no love to spare”

You kissed back hungrily, your hands went to his hair and you leaned up on your tippy toes,his hands went from your cheeks to your waist, then to your ass and he grabbed at it, you pulled back and started panting heavily “B-bedroom..please..now.”

He took a second to look at you and then chuckled “you’re as needy as ever aren't you?” you nodded and he grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the bedroom. You quickly walked with him, he walked into the bedroom and sat on the bed, his legs laying out and his back resting up on the pillows.

You quickly got onto the bed and straddled his lap. “I can see you've missed a few things eh..?” he winked at you and then started to kiss your neck and whisper sweet nothings to you as he did so, you started to roll your hips on his needily, the friction making you moan quietly.

You started to undo his belt and he kept kissing your neck “your fucking gorgeous sweetheart” he muttered as he trailed purple and red marks down your jaw and neck. You took off his pants and boxers and took off your pants and underwear and lowered yourself down onto his cock with no prep.

He let out a groan and threw his head back, you started riding him and moaning loudly, you moans and his groans echoed throughout pogtopia, not even 20 minutes ago you guys were arguing so everyone could hear and now you were fucking and everyone could hear the sound of skin slapping and your moans made it obvious.

His hands went to your waist and his nails digged into your sides, that made you moan louder “w-wilbur! P-please!” you were so close “please what princess?” he asked in a sweet tone “c-close..please..let me” you were moaning so loud “go ahead sweet girl” he stroked you hair as you let out a loud moan and came, you were getting tired but wanted to keep going, wilbur came and you laid your head on his chest.

His dick slowly came out of you as your pussy began to leak of his cum and yours mixed together, he stroked your hair and pulled the covers over you guys. “Such a good job baby…you did so well for me” he praised and you slowly fell asleep as he hummed to you.

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It was literally the morning after you and Wilbur fucked and what you didn't know was that was the last time you and Wilbur would fuck ever.

well you guys won the fight between Pogtopia vs Manburg, you went to turn to Wilbur to celebrate. But he disappeared, and then when it all blew up, you saw Wilbur and his father Philza in a room. Philza had shielded Wilbur from getting hurt in the explosion.

But now Wilbur was shoving a diamond sword in wilburs hands and he looked like he was begging Philza to do something, you were too far away to hear. Philza shoved the diamond sword through wilburs stomach and tears filled your eyes.

You just saw the man you loved, the man you made love too only hours ago….die and bleed out at the hands of his father, you couldn't believe it, you wanted to scream and cry and yell and run over to him, but you couldn't move, and even if you could it would have taken ages to get to him.

#wilbur smut #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot smut #pogbur smut

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Lonely Dancers

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SPOILERS! this story is set after the events of the movie and it (vaguely) spoils the ending

summary: when your boyfriend cheats on you, it leads you to tom hanniger

pairing: tom hanniger x female reader

rating: R for language

word count: 1.7k

warnings: language, cheating, mentions of death/murder, hearing voices (briefly, very end of the fic)

author’s note: happy valentine’s day! i wrote (and barely edited) this very quickly because i wanted to publish it while it was still valentine’s day in my timezone! enjoy!

music: lonely dancers by conan gray — incredible song by an incredible artist! go pre-save the upcoming album!

Tears were still clouding your eyes as you sat at the bar. You’d driven here after walking in on your boyfriend with another woman—your two best friends had both betrayed you in the most gutwrenching way.

“Crappy Valentines?” the man a few seats down from you asked.

“Somethin’ like that,” you scoffed.

“Well–”

“Look no offense, but I’m really not in the mood to be hit on, okay? So kindly fuck off and let me drink in peace.”

He nodded curtly; “Ten-four.”

You finished the glass in front of you and gestured to the bartender for another. You downed that one quickly and again asked for another immediately after.

“Cheated on, huh?” the man from before asked and you finally turned to look at him. He had a small, sad smile on his plush, pink lips and his green eyes seemed to look at you with sympathy.

“What makes you say that?” you asked.

“I, uh, I know the look,” he replied. “How about the next rounds are on me?” he offered, you smiled a little in thanks. “I’m Tom, by the way.” You told him your name, figuring it was the least you could do.

“So, Tom, I’m guessing your Valentine’s Day hasn’t been much better than mine?” you asked.

“What makes you say that?” he quoted you with a bit of a smirk.

“You’re drinking alone in a bar attached to a cheap-ass motel,” you retorted.

“Touché,” he laughed. “So maybe my day’s been shitty too… or maybe I just came here to hit on the lonely hot chicks.”

You narrowed your gaze at him, stifling a laugh; “Maybe. But something tells me you came here for the booze and not the chicks.” His smile faded a little at that but he was quick to plaster it back onto his face. “So how about we drink together for a bit and when I’m buzzed enough we head over to the dance floor and act like our day hasn’t been hell?” you suggested.

“Sounds like a plan, sweetheart.”

You both got to talking and eventually, you told him the whole story. He held back most of the comments he wanted to make; hope he drops fuckin’ dead, for example, or who in their right mind would do that to such a gorgeous fuckin’ woman!?

“Well, he sounds like a major dick,” he commented.

You listened to his story too, though he clearly wasn’t being as open with you as you were with him. But, you couldn’t blame him. His issue seemed to be about trauma linked to the actual day and less about something that happened recently.

After nearly half an hour of talking, he took your hand and led you to the beat-down jukebox in the corner.

“Does this shitty thing even work?” you scoffed.

“Let’s hope it does or this dancing thing is gonna be pretty awkward,” he joked. He managed to get a song playing. “May I have this dance?” He turned from the jukebox and looked at you, but quickly noticed the tears welling in your eyes. “Shit, you okay?”

You sighed with a nod; “This was kind of… our song,” you admitted.

“Of all the songs for me to pick,” he scoffed quietly, mentally kicking himself. “I… don’t know how to switch it.”

“That’s okay,” you said softly, a sad smile gracing your lips though the tears stayed in your eyes.

“How about we dance to it anyway?” he offered. “That way it’ll become our song and the next time you hear it you won’t think of that cheating bastard, you’ll think of the somewhat good-looking guy you met while drinking yourself half to death?” He smirked and wiggled his brows a bit, making you let out a laugh.

“Somewhat good-looking, huh? Have you looked in any kinda mirror recently?”

He shrugged, still smirking; “Didn’t wanna seem too cocky; had to downplay my looks a little, gauge your reaction.” You let him put his hands on your hips as you both started swaying to the music.

“That so?” You put your hands on his shoulders before you trailed them to the back of his neck. “And what’d my reaction tell you, handsome?”

“That this song is now officially ours,” he replied. “And every time you hear it you’re gonna remember my handsome face instead of that ugly asshole’s.”

“Thanks for that, Tom.” You smiled up at him, continuing to let him guide your movements. “I’d much rather think of you.”

You rested your head on his shoulder and his grip on your waist changed to wrap around your torso. The song was slow so he didn’t feel the need to change anything about the way you two were dancing—he just held you and gently swayed back and forth with the rhythm.

When the song ended the next one that played was more up-beat and “danceable” so you pulled away a little.

“Oh my god, I love this song!” you exclaimed, beginning to dance a more energetically while you still kept your hands on him.

He chuckled at your reaction and began dancing more too. His hands went back to your waist and he twirled you around. With your back pressed against his chest he turned up the heat a little; trailing his hands forward and up your body slowly. You smiled widely, enjoying the feeling of his touch over the thin fabric of your long-sleeved crop top. He twirled you back around, your hands catching your weight on his chest.

He looked down into your eyes; “Just thought I should gauge your reaction again.”

“And what’s it saying this time?” You smiled up at him, keeping your hands on his chest.

“That it might be okay if I kiss you right now?”

You nodded before he leaned down to place a kiss on your eager lips. Before he could, however, your phone rang and you pulled back to check it.

“Damn it,” you mumbled, seeing the name.

“It’s him, isn’t it?” Tom asked and you nodded. You were about to answer but he whipped the phone from your hands and hit decline. “Stop,” he said when you reached for the phone, “forget that guy! He clearly doesn’t know how to love a woman like you—someone so gorgeous, funny… talented dancer.” The last one made you laugh through the sting of fresh tears. “And I hope he drops fuckin’ dead! How about we just keep dancing so I don’t have to see those tears slip down your pretty face, huh?”

“Guess I’m all yours tonight,” you replied.

“That’s more like it!” He took you back into his arms before he kissed you.

You woke up the next morning to the sound of someone knocking on your apartment door. You sighed and grabbed your pepper spray before going to answer it. When you looked through the peephole, however, you smiled and placed the weapon down on the table by your front entrance.

“Hey Tom, what’re you doing here?” You smiled after you opened the door. He held out the bouquet of roses he had been hiding behind his back.

“Happy belated Valentine’s Day,” he said. “I hope I made it a little less shitty for you and that you won’t hate this holiday the way I do.”

“Thank you,” you replied as you took them from him. You stepped aside so he could walk in. “I’m gonna find a vase for these, why don’t you make yourself comfortable?”

He nodded and made his way to your couch. He knew the layout of your home and where you lived because he had driven you home last night (well, earlier that day, technically) and made sure you got inside safely. You had offered to let him spend the night but he had declined politely, saying that as much as he enjoyed your company he didn’t want the two of you to become a one-night-stand. “Besides,” he had said, “I’ve got something important I’ve gotta do.”

The idea that Tom’s ‘important thing’ may have been just getting you flowers made your heart swoon in a way that you’d never felt before.

You hurried and put the flowers in a vase before you went over and sat next to Tom on the couch. He smiled at you before you turned on the TV.

“Wanna watch something?” you asked but your eyes widened when you looked at the screen; “Oh my god.”

“Two individuals brutally murdered last night…” the news reporter went on to say the names of your ex and his new girlfriend (your former best friend). “Officials say it was a robbery gone wrong, due to a missing engagement ring presumably still in the romantic, heart-shaped box it was purchased in barely two weeks ago from a local jeweler. No suspects are in custody—”

Tom shut the TV off as tears began rolling down your cheeks.

“Th-They’re both dead…” you barely whispered. The thought of the two people you cared most about being killed for no fucking reason made a scream erupt from your throat. Tom pulled you into his chest and you sobbed, gripping his shirt with all your might.

“I-I’m so fucking sorry,” Tom whispered.

After a (very long) session of tears and Tom’s gentle shushing, Tom was making breakfast in your kitchen as you sat at the table.

“It could’ve been me,” you said. “I-If he hadn’t cheated on me, if we hadn’t broken up, I would’ve been in her shoes. I’d be dead.”

“Thank god you aren’t,” Tom said.

“Maybe if I had answered his call–”

“Don’t think like that,” he interrupted. “Just be grateful that you weren’t there and that you’re okay. This isn’t your fault at all in any fucking way, you understand me? It was just a robbery gone wrong and as tragic as that is, that isn’t on you.”

You smiled a little, though tears were still slipping down your cheeks. He had a point and even if he was technically still a stranger, he seemed to care about you.

“We’ve got her now, Tom. She’s all ours.”

“What’d you say?” Tom looked at you over his shoulder.

“Nothing.” You smiled sadly at him. “Just…thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.”

#tom hanniger x reader #my bloody valentine 2009 #my bloody valentine #jackles character #tom hanniger #jensen ackles characters #by mind empty just fictional people #by jean

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kitthepurplepotato · 3 months

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Chapter 13 - Walking in circles.

Summary: Fuck the summary, this is the last angsty chapter and it ends on a positive note, so if you were waiting for the angst to end, you can read now! (Warning: it’s 90% angst and 10% comfort though, so if you are hyper super sensitive, wait for the next chapter.)

Warnings: Swear words and a lot of tears and some sad suggestive stuff, because that’s a thing.

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To do list (Midoriya Izuku)

P.s - this bit is not medically correct for human beings. These people heal differently + this is a fanfiction, don’t forget that.)

After care (chest):

- Change the hydrocolloid dressing on Midoriya-san’s chest once a day for 10 days and use the provided ointment.

- Once the scar stops oozing completely, remove the bandages but use the prescribed cream three times a day to keep the fresh tissue moisturized and clean.

- Do not soak the scar but quick showers are okay after 3 days. Do not use soap, the cream has antibacterial properties anyway.

- Sudden, harsh movements can open up the scar so please refrain from doing anything excessive.

Aftercare (arms)

- Midoriya‘s left arm has a metal plate inside to stabilize the fractured bone and it also has a cast to protect it while it’s healing. Nothing here to do really, just keep the arm away from harm’s way. Do not scratch the skin underneath the cast, even if it itches because it might get infected. (No, you can’t scratch it with black whip. I asked - Ei)

Basics:

- Wheelchair for 3 days to keep the scar on the chest from being pulled.

- After three days, small walks around the house are allowed but nothing else.

- Rehabilitation starts after a week of rest.

- Lifting: small plastic bowl of food is okay, but no heavy plates, no actual workouts, definitely no cars and buildings until advised otherwise. Try to avoid opening doors for the first week. Use a small water bottle to drink, preferably drink with a straw. (Do not lift All Meowth! - Kacchan)

- Please refrain from sexual intercourse for at least until the scar gets healed, which is approximately 2 weeks. Do not lean on your arms. (What he’s trying to say is that you can still do it after 2 weeks if you are the bottom. Just be gentle. You should be fine with being on the top after a month if you are careful, yes, I asked, you are welcome. - Ei)

- Drink plenty of fluids, a healthy diet is advised. Take the prescribed medicine after meals and rest as much as possible.

~•🥦•~

“Welcome home!” Eijirou pops a party pooper as Inko wheels his son into the apartment.

“Really?” Katsuki facepalms himself, waiting for the other shoe to drop as Midoriya has an unpleasant frown on his face instead of a happy one and while you feel bad about siding with the other two instead of Eijirou on this, but… well… there is time and place for a celebration. “We are going.”

“Thanks for everything, guys.” Izuku gives them a sad smile but he doesn’t tell them to stay.

This is the first time when being alone with Izuku doesn’t sound appealing. It’s not because you need to take care of him, hell, you have no problems with doing that, it’s more about the fact that you already know he’s not going to let you do that.

You are terrified of being rejected by him, terrified to see that uncomfortable smile on his face, the one he usually gives to the overly enthusiastic fans when they come too close or ask questions that are too personal.

You know what Izuku needs now has nothing to do with his feelings towards you but there is a voice inside your head telling you that you are just not good enough, that you should just let his mother take care of him and give up before it starts to hurt even more but you try to think about Izuku’s words, about the way he looked at you when you two had a few minutes alone, about the touches you two have shared right before the accident… you know that deep inside, Izuku genuinely wants you here and even if you’ll need to hide in the bathroom to cry sometimes, you know it’s worth it. He’s worth it.

Inko and All Might stays over until you get Izuku’s food heated up. You feel terrible for giving a grown ass man a plastic bowl of Katsudon but you managed to find an All Might themed set in the small convenience store just a few streets down this morning; it comes with a bowl, a plate, a spoon and a fork. You decide to give the utensils to Deku too, just in case it makes him smile a little bit. It’s probably easier for him to eat with a fork right now, anyway.

Just as you make your way out of the kitchen, All Might bursts out laughing at your shenanigans.

“That’s so sweet but also, why is my face so weird?!”

“I have a feeling the makers of this bowl did not pay for the license to use your actual picture so they… made their own version of it.” You smile as you point towards the kitchen. “There is more if you want to eat!”

“No, we are fine, but I do want to see how it turned out! Do you mind if I take a bite?” Mama Inko sneaks closer to the bowl in your hand and steals a piece of meat. “Hmmm, lovely! Good job!” Inko smiles and ushers All Might towards the main door. “We will leave you two, please keep us posted! Izuku, be a good boy and don’t make your Sweet Pea cry!”

“Mom…”

“Okay, honey, do not aggravate the kid.” All Might mutters and Izuku looks at him with an incredulous face, but there is a tiny smile on his lips as he watches the two leave.

“Will they ever stop treating me like I’m a big baby?” Izuku mutters with a fond smile on his face.

“You’ll forever be their baby, Izu, deal with it.”

“But I’m your baby now.” He mumbles under his blushed nose; he looks like a teen trying to flirt for the first time and it’s so fucking adorable you want to kiss him senseless.

“You are. But they don’t need to know that.” You smile back but you can barely finish the sentence before Izuku speaks up again.

“Are you okay, Sweets?”

You almost drop the cup of water in your hand. That question came out of the blue. Are you… okay? You have no idea. Your mind is a mess, you are so fucking worried deep inside you want to yell and cry and break something but you are also happy to be able to be with Izuku right now, to help him, to be close to him.

“A little bit shaken, I guess.” You admit. “It’s a lot but it’s also what I agreed to, it just hits different when you are actually in the situation. But overall, I’m just glad you are alive.”

“I’ll… need some time” He repeats his words from yesterday. “Can we stay in our own rooms for a while?”

It hurts. It really fucking hurts but you brace yourself to smile, making it look like it’s no biggie, even as the world crumbles inside you.

“We can… use the living room as a common space. If you ever feel like talking or just co-existing, just come out. Send me a message when you need any help and please, ask for help, because I will really miss you and if me helping with your dressing or heating up your food is my only way to see you, I’ll gladly take it.”

A few more minutes until Izuku finishes his food. You can do this. You are strong. You are still loved. This is not the end of the world. Just keep the act up for a little bit more for his sake. Please.

“I love you.” Izuku announces confidently. “And once I’m… better… mentally and physically… I’ll show you how much. I promise I’ll make it up to you, for all the pain I’m causing right now. I’ll bring you all the stars from the sky if I need to.”

“I love you too, Izu-Izu.” You try your best to smile but a few stray teardrops manage to escape. Izuku doesn’t comment on it, because Izuku’s face is just as wet as yours.

~•🥦•~

Izuku wasn’t lying when he said he won’t… communicate too much. He only comes out of his room when he gets hungry or when he needs help with the bandages. He’s more than capable to do his everyday things even in the wheelchair; it’s a super high tech one which can go up and down, making the change between sleeping and moving around quite easily manageable even alone. He could probably do his bandages alone as well, with no problem whatsoever but he asks for your help anyway, probably to be able to see you a little bit without the need of a conversation, to steal a few touches before he retreats to his room again, to let you have a bit of time with him even though the distant look in his eyes tells you he’s not ready to do that yet, but still, he gives you a chance every day, let’s you change the bandages and kiss his forehead after you are done. It feels like an atonement, like a silent way of saying “thank you”.

You cry a lot when he’s not around, mostly at night, before you fall asleep with tear-streaked cheeks. You even get some acne overnight, probably from sleeping with a dirty face.

Izuku doesn’t sneak into your bedroom like how he used to. Not on the first night, not the second and not the third but on the fourth night, you hear the door open and close, you hear the buzzing of his wheelchair, you feel the bed dip by your side but you are terrified to make a noise, terrified to scare him away so you keep pretending you are asleep, you let him snuggle closer and try your best not to shiver as Izuku’s lips find your nape and he starts peppering small, slow kisses there, to the only area he can reach. He stays for an hour, maybe two, he runs his nose through your hair, mumbles into your skin, words jumbled and incomprehensible, then goes back to his room and acts like nothing had happened when you meet up in the kitchen in the morning.

There are ink marks on Izuku’s hand the next day, his eyes dark and lifeless like he haven’t slept at all. You call the doctor that day, ask him if it’s okay for him to write. You should probably say something about his lack of sleep as well, but… you just can’t. It feels like a backstab to do so. Izuku have promised he’ll take care of himself so you can’t help but trust him for a little bit longer.

Izuku keeps coming to your room every night but he never stays. Some nights, he doesn’t say anything then some nights he mumbles up a storm, mostly about the villain gang or about how much he hates not being able to help with the investigation. Then he mumbles about missing you, mumbles about how much he wants to kiss you, to hold you in his arms, to carry you to bed like in the “good old days.” There is one time when you mumble back an almost silent “I love you”. Izuku cries. Then he leaves after he’d cried enough.

You change his bandages. You kiss him on the forehead. You give him something to eat. He takes the meds. He pets All Meowth and goes back into his room. There is even more ink smudged on his hand. He’s not sleeping well. He admits he’s been talking to a therapist through the phone. He gives you kisses at night. You change his bandages. He says thank you when you put the All Might bowl down in front of him. He takes a deep breath, his face buried in your hair as he cries, feeling safe to do so under the cover of the night. You silently cry with him. Then you change his bandages again. It goes on an on for a full week like a never ending circle of nightmares.

Something new happens on the seventh night.

It’s the first night Izuku can’t make himself to leave.

It all starts as per usual, with Izuku sneaking under your covers, peppering kisses on your nape and your neck, the touch so light it barely touches your skin yet it still sends thrills down your spine. Then starts the muttering, half-sentences mumbled into your your skin then comes the wetness, Izuku’s tears as he mumbles louder, unable to whisper, choking on his sobs but he does not stop peppering kisses all over your neck.

Then… it happens.

Izuku’s “healthy” arm snakes around your hip, his thumb playing with your hipbone, his body slowly shifting closer and closer until he’s flush against your back.

“I love your body shape so much. Have I ever told you that? Probably not. I love how I can just… do this.” He moves up, his hand finding the small of your waist, relishing in the softness, grabbing into the skin possessively and you can’t help but whimper.

Here goes nothing. Now Izuku knows you are up. This is when he usually leaves. Will he just stand up and go away now? You really don’t want him to. Would it be too much to hold his hand in place? You have no idea what to do, how to make your point across without scaring him away, but…

“I wanted to do this so much a week ago, when…” Izuku chokes on another sob.

“I would’ve liked it. A lot.” You admit, finally feeling brave enough to speak up.

Warning: suggestive. A tiny bit of… frottage? Is that the word? I dunno. It’s literally 5 seconds though.

“I also wanted to do this…” He whispers, his voice cracking; suddenly, he tries to move on top of you but he has nothing to lean on; he makes a frustrated noise which breaks your heart. With all the strength you can gather half asleep, you try to keep him up long enough so he can put his working hand on the other side of you, then you keep your palm flat on his chest, keeping him up with shaking arms. Izuku moves to his favorite place right away, face hidden in the crook of neck and his tongue pokes out to lick your collarbone only a few seconds after, tiny whimpers leaving your lips as he finally finds his balance and dips down, grinding between your legs a few times before he breaks down, his body falling into you without a warning.

“It was so perfect back then… you are so perfect, yet…”

There is no way any words can get into the man’s thick skull so instead of words you decide to speak with your body; it’s a little bit hard to breathe with his whole weight on you but that’s the least of your concern as you pull Izuku up by his chin and kiss him with so much fervor it takes him several seconds before he can even react.

After not being able to kiss him for so long you can’t help but devour the shaking man on top of you, your hips arching from the bed to be as close to him as humanly possible, all the love, all the adoration, all the lust loud and clear as you kiss him deeply, tongue massaging his own while Izuku whines frustratedly, probably from the fact that he can’t touch you and keep himself up at the same time. You try to soothe his troubled soul by caressing his side and his back with your one free hand, wandering around the areas where Izuku isn’t bandaged up.

It goes on for several minutes until both of you need a breather; Izuku looks at you with deep, dark eyes, the bags even darker under it, panting and tired but after 7 days of acting like a shadow of himself, finally, there is a glint of emotion on his eyes, an emotion other than sadness, a little half-happy shine that makes your heart leap out of your chest as you stare into them with the same intensity. There are no words strong enough to describe what you are feeling right now and by the look of it, Izuku feels the same; without a word, he slowly rolls off you, ending up on your side of the bed as he let’s out a big sigh and pulls you closer, his face hidden in his favorite spot. He takes a deep breath and lets himself relax for the first time this week, mumbling “I love you” as the sleep takes him almost right away.

“I love you too, Izu-Izu.” You mumble into his hair, your fingers buried into his messy curls as you follow him to the land of dreams.

~•🥦•~

It’s 10AM and Izuku is still fast asleep next to you. For the first time this week, your tears are happy tears. You decide to let him sleep in for longer, clearly, he needs it; there’s a week worth of insomnia he have to sleep off, a week worth of tears, a week worth of stress. You leave a kiss on Izuku’s curls, making the man scrunch his brows adorably then you leave the warmth of the bed to make some breakfast.

You decide on omurice. It’s filling and tasty and you can also make cute little All Might drawings on the top of the rice which will for sure make Izuku’s day a tiny bit brighter!

The clock hits 12 when you hear rustling from your bed so you start to make some eggs to finish the dish. Izuku opens the door but instead of coming to the kitchen he disappears in his room. You can’t help but sigh.

Are we doing this again? You were 100% sure this is over. Maybe you were too naive.

“Izu?” You try to knock on his door but there is no answer; hell, there isn’t even a movement in the room, no signs of a person being inside which makes you so worried you break your own promise to not bother your boyfriend until he’s ready to talk.

When you open the door, the room is empty.

Don’t freak out. - You tell yourself as you look around the surprisingly messy room just to find an opened notebook on Izuku’s desk.

Diary chapter 243

I want to see you. I really do. But my mind is a mess and I can’t stop hating myself for being so reckless when I promised you I’ll come back to you unharmed. I can’t help but hate myself for trying to make everything perfect, despite the fact that deep inside, I know that whatever I do, if you are a part of it it can’t be anything but that.

I hate myself because I promised you I’ll take care of myself but I still don’t. My eyes hurt, I’m tired and I can’t feel my fingers but I can’t help but move those books around, ruin the order until it makes sense again, open the door to another world and loose myself in the tiny details as I’m trying to decipher words and sentences I’m not supposed to read nor understand right now, in my weak state. I’m nothing but a shell but I still can’t give up, I can’t stop helping, even if my actions do nothing good to my body and they make everyone around me mad. It’s extremely selfish, really.

The world won’t crumble if I rest, but my own world will if I loose you.

Maybe… it’s time for me to let my friends take over. Maybe, I do deserve a bit of rest.

Maybe, after a few weeks of atonement, I’ll feel like I deserve you too.

I’ll keep my books in order from tomorrow. I promise.

“Move the books around? Keep them in order? What?” You mumble to yourself as you make your way to Midoriya’s bookshelf to take a peek.

“Y-you can sleep in my room, Sweet Pea. You… can. Just don’t touch the bookshelf in the middle. Please. I beg you.” You remember Izuku’s words from a few months ago; needless to say, you make your way towards the forbidden shelf, because at this point, you can’t give a single flying fuck. Izuku will understand.

Izuku’s collection of All Might books are uncomfortably out of order. It starts with the third volume, then it’s just a mess of random numbers. You have a slight urge to clean that up but you take a deep breath instead and start to think. There must be some kind of logic behind it. There is a reason why Izuku left his diary open today, there is a reason why it was so obviously left on the desk. When Izuku wants to keep secrets, he’s more than capable to take them with him to the grave. It took him months to tell you the truth about his quirk and he still managed to keep All Might’s secret safe until the man himself decided to tell you the rest of the story.

He wants you to find him. This is the last challenge.

You stare at the numbers for several minutes, trying to make a connection, to find some logic behind it but honestly, it just looks like a mess.

Maybe… it’s not the whole shelf you need to make sense of.

Oh.

There are 7 volumes next to each other in the middle, if you look at the numbers, they make out All Might’s birthday.

That’s it.

That’s the key to whatever Izuku wants you to find.

When you push the first book in, something clicks, so you decide to push them all in, in order. Suddenly, the whole shelf moves backwards and disappears behind the one next to it.

Your heart leaps out of your chest as you take a look inside.

There is a staircase running down to a creepy, barely lit hallway. You take a deep breath and make your way down just to find a single All Might themed note on the floor.

“Don’t freak out.”

Just as you read the note the “door” behind you closes itself and you can hear the books moving back to their original place with 7 little clicks.

Oh, boy.

Another deep breath. You can do this. You just need to find… a door? A fucking chamber? A pot of gold? Is it guarded by a basilisk? Do you need to play chess with your own life on the line? Wait, that’s two different movies.

Thankfully, there are no booby traps around here so you just keep walking, straight for a while then turn right then left then up the stairs again then there is a small door in front of you with a little panel, probably an electric lock next to it that opens with a set of numbers. There is another post it.

“Another date of birth, I know, it’s silly. Hint: The person I love the most.”

Well, shit. You have no idea when Izuku’s mother was born. You’ll die in this hallway. You try Katsuki’s; it doesn’t work. Fuck. It’s definitely not All Might’s because he already used that. As a last resort, you try yours; and for your surprise, the door clicks and opens by itself.

“You found me.” Izuku looks at you with teary eyes, fumbling with a bunch of paper he has thrown around the desk in the side of the room.

This room… is absolutely mental.

Think about that meme with the conspiracy theory guy but ten times worse.

“Holy mother of shit, Izuku, what the actual fuck is this room?!”

Izuku gives you an adorable giggle at that. You have a really strong urge to call the mental hospital on him or on yourself for enjoying this.

“If you tell anyone… I’ll need to kill you.” Izuku mutters with a blush on his face. “And I really don’t want to kill you so please don’t tell anyone. Actually, I wouldn’t kill you, I wouldn’t be able to kill another human being even if I tried and I can definitely not hurt you as you are important to me and you also take care of my place.. so…”

You can’t help but laugh. He’s so fucking adorable, goddamnit!

“Work on your threatening method a bit in the future will ya?”

Izuku gives you the fondest look you’ve ever seen on his face. Oh how much you love this man, it’s actually ridiculous.

“I really should.”

…Next Chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- haha funny story so i completely forgot that Izuku is supposed to have an office And the secret room is supposed to open from there and not his room but I already had hints in the story about it being around Izuku’s room so I had to… well… improvise. 😂

- Izuku was able to stop using the wheel chair in three days so he was able to get down on the stairs without a problem, in case you wondered. He’s been writing his diary in the fist three days then he went into his secret room to continue with his conspiracy theories. There will be more info about this room and about his work in the next chapter.

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